#here's a christmas theme nobody asked for

[onewingedsparrow]

“Arcee, no!” Optimus shouted. She did not listen.

That's it that's the fic

#just kidding there's 50000+ more words at least and this isn't even the fic's theme at all but it sure is funny to summarize it like this #under my wings #lol sure i'll tag this as #three sentence fic game #nobody asked for this but here it is. merry christmas #tfp #arcee #optimus prime #sparrow nerds about transformers

[sinner-as-saint]

run for your life

Mob!Bucky x Reader 

Summary: He was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with. 

Themes: slight stalker!bucky, possessive!bucky, mild degrading kink, smut, FLUFF, opposite aesthetics, mild daddy kink (nicknames only), cosy little town vibes 

a/n: some fluffy mob!bucky to end the year <3 Thank you so much for always supporting my silly little fics. Merry Christmas my darlings, and happy New Year!! See you soon ;)

He didn't know where exactly he would end up locating you, but finding you in a cosy, small, coastal town in the south of France was not on his list. 

You being the owner of a gourmet bakery was not on his list either. Bucky was confused, surprised, but mostly confused. How did this happen? At first, when Sam came to deliver him the news of your location that morning, Bucky didn’t believe him. Had Sam not been Bucky’s oldest, most loyal friend Bucky would’ve never believed him at all. 

“I’m gonna need you to stop being a dumbass and go find this girl!” Sam, ever the voice of reason yelled at Bucky who had been drowning in his sorrows. “It’s been months, and I can’t keep covering for your ass. I have my own shit to do, my own men to command.” He used that cool, authoritative voice of his. “Pull yourself together, Buck. Go find her.” 

Sam was right. Of course he was. He always was. And it had really been months since that damned night… 

— 

Bucky couldn’t wait to get out of his plane the moment it landed. It was late at night, but the perfect time to go to the club. He had missed it. Well, not the whole club really. Bucky had missed you. 

He had a… special connection with you. His girl. His only girl. His favourite girl. 

This time, he thought, he would do whatever he can to solidify whatever was happening between the two of you. Maybe he’d even get you to go on a real date with him. Maybe that would lead to something more. He was smiling to himself just thinking about it. 

He often thought back to the night you met. He was at the club after a long day of being the dark ruler he was. All he wanted was a drink and a pretty woman on his lap. That’s when he found you. 

Right as he walked in, you caught his eye. Walking around serving drinks, wearing a little see-through red dress that brought every man you walked past to his knees. 

Once he got to his booth, Bucky called you over. You walked towards him sheepishly. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before, beautiful.” He said, patting his thigh. He noticed the way you hesitated. Must be new, he thought. 

You carefully perched on his lap, holding your empty metal tray to your chest. Bucky smirked as he looked at it, like you were putting a makeshift barrier between the two of you. When you remained quiet and squirmy, Bucky spoke up again. 

“Come on, babygirl. Talk to me, it’s okay.” He whispered at his nuzzled your neck. “I don’t bite. Unless you ask nicely, then I might.” 

His warm breath against your skin tickled. You chuckled as you pulled away to look at him. “Um, I’m just a waitress. I’m not supposed to…” You trailed off. Both of you were aware of the no-contact ‘rule’. But there was a natural, unexplainable spark there that neither of you could ignore. 

“Hmm,” His chest rumbled. “How about we go somewhere private?” He whispered into your ear and noticed the way you shivered. 

You hung your head, clutching your metal tray. “Waitresses aren’t supposed to go into the VIP rooms, sir.” You said quietly, just loud enough for him to hear you above the sensual music. 

Bucky smirked. Then leaned in and whispered, “I suppose I can bend the rules a little given I co-own the club.” 

You froze and went to stand up immediately, already apologising but he wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you on his lap. 

“It’s okay, babygirl. You’re not in trouble, I promise.” 

The two of you ended up in one of the VIP rooms. Nothing happened, you just kissed and talked and kissed some more. Bucky promised to come back. And he did. For months. Again and again and each time he did, you were drawn to him like he was gravity from the very moment he walked into the room. 

And that night he landed after being away for weeks, he expected you to run right into his arms the moment he’d enter the club like you always did. He even got you a nice little gift to make up for the time that he’d been away. It was a rare, red diamond choker. He could already imagine how it would look around your neck. Like a brand. His. 

But then he got to the club. And he noticed everyone was avoiding his eyes almost anxiously. And his girl was nowhere to be seen. He searched for you in the main area for a while, then even searched the VIP rooms, vowing to commit horrible crimes if he ever found you in there with another man. 

But no. 

He called Sam, who co-owned the club, and Sam had no idea who he was talking about. Bucky asked the staff members, and one bartender finally told him that you’d resigned a few weeks ago. And no one knew where you went. He asked for your full name, but no one knew that either. 

Not even Sam. “I didn’t even know we had a new waitress, Buck. I have more important shit to worry about.” He’d said, adding to the burning sensation in Bucky’s chest. 

“She left me.” 

Sam had no idea what his best friend was babbling about. And during the many months that followed, Bucky was a mess. A mess like Sam had never seen before. Frantically scanning country after country, searching for a girl with no name. He was in love, and he wasn’t giving up. He would find his girl come what may. 

—

But now Bucky knew where you were. 

And he was more confused than ever. He had even more questions. 

Bucky spent a whole week in that little town. Watching you, learning your routine, observing and questioning. He disguised himself as a local and always kept his distance even though his hands itched to touch you. 

At first he was bothered by how you were fine with living the same day everyday. Your routine seemed boring at first, but the more he watched, the more he realised it was sort of therapeutic. The normality of it all. 

He rented an apartment on the other side of the street from your bakery, and he spent hours watching you. 

You lived right above the bakery. A quaint apartment, with flower pots all around the french windows. Sometimes when you forgot to turn the lights off at night, Bucky spent the whole night spying on you, counting your breaths as you slept on your couch in front of the TV. 

You’d wake up at the crack of dawn, then you’d feed your dogs. He noticed you had two. Lazy, both of them. Then you’d get downstairs and within half an hour, the cool air that entered his apartment carried the smell of the sea and baked goods. 

All he wanted was to cross the cobblestone street and drag you to his bed, demand answers while fucking some sense into you. But the more he watched you, the more his anger diminished. Temporarily. 

The genuine smile on your face as you served your loyal customers all day, especially the ones who always came early in the morning on their way to work. The occasional sound of your voice or your laughter that slipped past whenever someone didn’t close the door right. The sound of children squealing and laughing whenever you gave away leftover baked goods or donuts in the evenings. How you knew almost everyone by name. How sometimes you invited neighbours over for wine nights. How you went on little walks in late, cool evenings, forcing your lazy pets to walk but then ending up having to carry them on the way back. They were spoiled, he realised. He hated to admit that he was jealous of the damned dogs who got so much of your attention while he starved for it. 

He wasn’t angry by the end of that first week of spying, he was just hurting. How dare you live a whole new life without him? How dare you laugh and seem like you don’t miss him? He’d just spent months looking for you and here you were, just going about your day like you didn’t care? Like none of those nights you’d spent together mattered? 

Meanwhile he was shaking just reminiscing the way your touch felt across his skin. He remembered the first time the two of you crossed that line in one of the VIP rooms…

You were wearing that red dress again. Fucking tease, he hissed each time you moved or squirmed on his lap. 

“Baby, please,” He groaned. “Just… let me touch you. Daddy will make you feel good, so good babygirl, I promise.” He pleaded, hands caressing your soft, warm thighs. 

You shook your head, popping another one of those chocolates he brought you into your mouth and sucking your fingers after. Torturing him. 

“We can’t,” You insisted, with nothing but mischief in your eyes as you looked at him. “You made these rules yourself, remember?” You chuckled when he groaned again when you straddled him properly. 

“I don’t give a shit about rules.” He hissed, nuzzling your neck. Slowly, he kissed up and down your neck. “I just wanna taste you. That’s it. Just a taste.” 

That’s how he found himself on his knees, face in between your thighs. His skilled tongue making you whine and whimper as you tugged on his hair. Bucky hummed in appreciation the more he tasted you. 

“Come on daddy’s face, baby…” 

That’s it. 

Bucky decided he would go see you the next morning. He would drag you back home if he had to, but he wouldn’t spend another day without you. Who did you think you were? No one just tosses him aside like this. He’d remind you who he was and then you’d both go home right away. 

—

Bucky woke up to a thunderstorm. Weather around here was unpredictable. He got out of bed and immediately looked outside to find your bakery empty. No customers in sight because of the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. The golden light was on though. 

He decided it was time to go have a talk with you. He promised not to lose his temper. He would go in there calmly, talk it out with you. Ask you what the fuck you are doing here, and then he’d take you home. 

But that ended up not happening. 

Bucky crossed the slippery cobblestone street, walked into your comforting, sweet smelling bakery and froze. He froze right there at the entrance. 

As did you. Standing there behind the wooden counter, oven mittens in your hand and apron in another, you stared at Bucky with nothing but pure shock and surprise on your face. A thousand thoughts, mainly questions, crossed your mind. 

What is he doing here? How did he find you? Why is he dressed casually like a local, wearing soft colours instead of his usual suits? How long has he been here? What is he doing here? 

You let out a little gasp. “Bucky?” 

Wrong move, apparently. Because his demeanour changed in a nanosecond. His calm and collected-ness was forgotten instantly. Jaws clenched, with a murderous look in his eyes, he walked closer, more like charged at you, and around the counter before you could even get a word out. 

He had you pinned to the nearest wall before you could process it all. Knocking down a framed picture in the process. Towering above you, he looked like he was beyond pissed. 

“Bucky, I—,” 

“Shut up.” He hissed, voice cold with bitterness and anger. He watched how you shivered when he pinned your wrists to the wall on either side of your head. “Shut the fuck up.” 

He leaned closer, chest pressing against yours leaving no space in between. He closed his eyes and sighed for a moment, trying his hardest to see reason but he was angry. So angry he couldn’t think. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He spoke with such a low voice that you trembled against him, causing him to tighten his grip around your wrists, surely bruising them. You didn’t care. 

You winced, “I can explain.” Fuck, you’d missed him too. It had been months since you last saw him. He was just as handsome as you remembered. His hair was a little longer now, his beard a little thicker. But he made your heart race just the same. “Please Bucky,” You whispered, “let me explain everything to you.” 

“No.” He growled before pressing his mouth to yours, angrily. Like he wanted his kiss to hurt. And it did. 

His rough facial hair scratched your skin, his teeth nibbled on and bit your lips. His hands damn near crushed your wrists in his strong grip. And he didn’t give you even the briefest second to breathe. He kissed you just like how he imagined he would do once he found you. Ravenously. Pouring everything he felt into it. Desperation, anger, hurt, obsession. He couldn’t get enough. 

“Bucky…” You gasped against his lips when he finally pulled away. Breathing fast, you tried to get a look at him but he just seemed even more angry. 

“Turn around,” He mumbled, forcing you to turn around anyway. Fuck, the sight of you in that long, flowy, sundress was doing things to him. He was never this bothered when you used to parade around in your little see-through dresses, but somehow the sight of you in this pink, floral dress was making him act like a caveman. 

His movements were rash and angry. He almost tore your dress off of you while he shoved his rough hand in between your legs and touched you where you desperately wanted him to. You whined and trembled against the cool wall when he slid a finger in, fucking you with it while he hissed into your ear. 

“I should punish you for what you did to me,” His deep voice made his chest rumble against your back. “I should tie you up and fuck you however I want.” 

Your dress was partially off, bunched and only hanging on around your waist. Being so dishevelled made this even dirtier. You were moaning by now, hoping the heavy rain would blur your actions from anyone who walked by the shop. Or god forbid, walk in. 

“How dare you think you can just leave me?” He demanded, sliding another finger inside you and making your body come alive. 

You were embarrassingly wet at this point, and the sounds your body made as he finger-fucked you were lewd. But you couldn’t get enough. 

More, more, more. You mentally chanted. 

Bucky wasn’t having the silent treatment, so he smacked your thigh to get your attention. You yelped. Your skin stung as he smacked it again, on the same spot. Harder this time. You cried out even louder as he kept taunting you. “Answer me, you fucking brat!” His lips brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke. “Why did you leave me?” 

You cried as he kept fucking you with his fingers you even as you came. His fingers sliding in and out with ease now. The sounds you made were wanton. “You… you left first.” You tried to argue. But failed miserably. 

He chuckled in that dark and dangerous way of his. “I left for work.” He said, “And I promised you I’d be back.” He reached deeper inside you, curling his fingers just enough to make you mutter incoherent things. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” 

“Please, please, please…” You begged. “Please I need to come, Bucky please.” 

“Oh?” He chuckled again, slowing down his movements purposely. “No one touched you, huh?” He playfully bit on your exposed shoulder. “You’re so fucking wet it’s dripping down my hand, babygirl.” He boasted. “Is it because no one has touched you these past few months? Hmm?” 

“Yes…” You had tears streaming down your face, and you nodded breathlessly. “Please…” 

But instead of making you come all over his fingers, Bucky pulled away for a brief moment. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear him undoing his trousers. And moments later, he was rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. You shivered in pleasure.

“I’m gonna teach you what happens to people who think they can run from me, babygirl.” He growled as he pushed his cock into you, making you cry out loud as he stretched you out. 

After months of not having him, right now he felt huge inside you. Just like that, memories of nights spent with him came flooding back in. You moaned as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts. 

His hand gripped you by the hips, holding you against him as he sped up into you, fucking you like he hated you. Like it was punishment. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and licked, and bit on your skin as he fucked into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls.

“Did you think I’d never find you?” He asked, fucking into you. “I bet you thought you’d gotten rid of me, hmm?” 

You’d missed him too. He could tell by the way you were starting to clench around him already. Bucky nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how good he felt inside you. 

“See, it didn’t have to be like this, baby…” he mumbled angrily against your skin while he fucked you like an animal, “I could be nice and gentle with your body, but you just had to be a fucking brat and leave me with no warning.” He spat, growling in your ear as he pounded into you, your chest slamming into the wall with each thrust. It hurt in the best way. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your legs started to shake as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly.

The pleasure, the pain, the heat of him… was too much and you couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Bucky–,” You choked on your words as you came undone, walls clenching around him, and a loud moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. It was almost blinding. 

His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, moaning out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He came while biting down hard on your shoulder. So hard that even you cried out, still coming down from your high as you felt him spill deep inside you. 

That bite on your shoulder hurt. And like a chain reaction, everything began to hurt. Having him here hurt. Memories of being with him in the city, in the dark rooms of that club hurt. Realising how fast your life changed hurt. 

You didn’t realise you were sobbing quietly until you heard Bucky apologising profusely. Suddenly no longer angry. No longer feeling betrayed. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry.” He kissed that sore spot softly, his bite mark on your shoulder repeatedly as he wrapped his arms around you, securing you in the comfort of his embrace. “I don’t know what came over me, babygirl. I’m so sorry, please look at me. Hey, hey,” He pulled away and turned you so you faced him, still with tears in your eyes. “Babygirl, I’m so sorry.” He whispered, wiping your tears away, then kissing your face repeatedly. 

You remained like that for a few minutes. Arms wrapped around one another, standing there against that wall while it rained like hell outside. Bucky didn’t stop apologising. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been an animal like this with you, I—,” 

You cut him off finally, “Shh, it’s okay.” You pulled away from his warm chest to look up at him. “I needed this.” You said, sniffling as you gently cupped his rough cheek, caressing his face with your thumb. “I needed you like this.” 

He just hugged you close again, kissing the top of your head. “I’m sorry.” He apologised one final time. “I’ll listen, I promise. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.” 

You smiled faintly at him. “Then I should lock up down here and we can go upstairs. I don’t want to scare my neighbours by risking them finding us like this.” You looked down at your partially torn dress and Bucky’s unbuttoned trousers. 

Much to your surprise, Bucky said, “You go ahead, I’ll close and lock up.” 

You frowned at him even as you desperately tried to get the top of your sundress to cover your chest. “You wouldn’t know how to…” You trailed off as realisation set in. He was a calculated, smart man. He didn’t just apparate on your doorstep with no planning. “You’ve been watching me.” You stated, raising an eyebrow at him. 

Bucky gave you a rare, guilty look. 

You sighed and shook your head. “I guess I chose this life by getting involved with you.” You gave him a faint smile. “Alright then, lock it. Leave the key in the little basket by the door.” You started walking towards the stairs, then turned around again and said, “Make sure the windows are properly locked too, because of the rain and stuff.” 

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky nodded.

You smirked at him. 

With that you took the stairs and Bucky watched you go with a fond smile on his face. No one ever ordered him around. He hated it. But coming from you, he quite liked it. 

Bucky chuckled at himself because never in his life had he ever imagined he would one day be closing up a bakery in a small town, all for the woman he’s obsessively in love with. But he didn’t mind it one bit. 

After following your instructions and double checking the windows, he made his way upstairs as well. Again, he didn’t know what he expected your place to look like – and all that spying only allowed him glimpses of your apartment – but he never expected your space to look so… 

Pink. With occasional gold accents. Pale pink couch, the one you often fell asleep on while watching TV, and fluffy white pillows and rugs to go with. Paintings hanging on even paler pink walls. The kitchen he couldn’t quite see but he assumed it’d have to be all white. Pink dog beds, with fluffy balls of brown fur sleeping on them – wearing pink collars no less. 

He couldn’t see your bedroom from the living room given the door was closed but given the pink, fluffy robe and socks you wore he could imagine just how pink it must be. 

“It’s so girly.” He commented, as if surprised. Maybe he was a little. After all, he knew you as the seductive goddess he met almost every night at the club. He never realised that it was all just a show, that it was all just a persona at work. In a way, stepping into your space felt so intimate. He liked it. 

You chuckled. “Coquette, please.” You corrected as you handed him a glass of red wine while he took a seat beside you. He did look a little out of place in your apartment, a dark and broody man like him. But then again, he was here and that’s all that mattered. 

He turned to look at you and couldn’t resist holding your hand and pulling you onto his lap again. “Come here,” He said, “I’ve missed you.” 

As you straddled his lap, your robe exposed some of your shoulder and Bucky saw the very noticeable bite mark he left on you. He grimaced when he saw it. He placed his wine glass to the side and traced the bite mark with his thumb carefully. 

“I’m sorry, babygirl.” He whispered, leaning in to nuzzle your neck and kiss the bite mark. And breathe in your scent. Fuck, he’d missed it so much. “You smell a little different. Fruitier.” 

You giggled when his hair tickled your skin. “I made blueberry compote earlier this morning. Perhaps that’s why.” 

You could feel him smiling against your skin. Then he pulled away to look at you. His hands shamelessly slid under your robe, eager to touch your skin. Relishing it this time, not in a feral hurry like he was earlier. He seemed visibly calmer too. 

“We used to spend hours like this at the club, remember?” He spoke, and immediately you were overwhelmed with nostalgia. 

Hours, days, weeks, months. Some days back then you would wake up in the morning already excited to see Bucky in the evening. And it wasn’t because it was all sexual. So many nights all you two did was drink, laugh and talk about everything. He once told you that apart from Sam, you were his only real friend. 

Bucky kissed you, breaking you out of your reverie surely thinking of the past as well. It was a slow, gentle kiss. It was consuming you. His hands caressed your thighs which were still a little sore from earlier. You winced in pain when he massaged the spot where he spanked you. 

Bucky pulled away from the kiss, apologising again as he kissed down your chin. “I’m sorry, babygirl.” 

You smiled at him after taking a sip of your wine. “Stop pretending as if we were always vanilla or that this is scandalous in any way shape or form.” You chuckled as you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “We both know this was nothing compared to how we used to be.” 

Bucky smiled, a little sadly. “I missed you.” He repeated. “Tell me,” He said, “Tell me everything.” 

You finished your wine. “What do you want to know?” 

“Why did you start working at the club?” He caught the look of sadness that suddenly appeared on your face upon hearing the question.

“I… I had to drop out of uni because my grandparents fell sick.” You explained. “Mom and dad were travelling for work at the time, and I was the only one who could take care of grandma and grandpa. The treatments and all ended up costing a little more than what we had so I needed a job that paid well, I also needed one that would allow me to be flexible with my time so I could take care of my grandparents.” 

Bucky nodded, “Hence the club.” 

You nodded in confirmation. 

“Your parents never intervened? So you could finish your education?” He questioned. 

“No.” You said, almost emotionless. “When they found out what I was doing, where I was working to earn the extra money we needed… they kind of disowned me. And vowed to never talk to me again.” You chuckled, humourlessly. 

“They don’t deserve you.” Bucky said quickly, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close. “You were so brave baby, I wish you would’ve told me all of this.” 

You slid your fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp gently. “You were already taking care of me.” You said, “You mended my heart a little each night when I saw you.” 

“I wish I could’ve done more.” He kissed along your collarbones, then froze again as if he remembered something. “I almost forgot,” He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek black box. “I got you something.” Then clarified, “Well, I got you this months ago. I would’ve given it to you had you not run away from me.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “I didn’t run from you, I–,” 

He cut you off with a finger on your lips. “Tell me about that part in a minute,” He opened the slender black box to reveal the red diamond choker inside. “I had this made for you.” He watched your face intently. 

“Bucky…” You hesitantly reached for it, running your fingers over the beauty of it. It was a simple design. Elegant, timeless. Way too expensive. “I can’t take this,” You began protesting, “It’s too much.” 

Bucky made a face and said, “Oh shut up.” He was already clasping it around your neck before you could protest any further. “It’s a gift from daddy,” He whispered against the corner of your lips. “You deserve it, babygirl.” 

When he pulled away to look at you, his heart almost broke again at the sight of the tears in your eyes. 

“What is it?” He asked, wiping your tears away for the second time today. “Is it that ugly?” 

You laughed through the tears. “No, it’s the prettiest thing I own.” You sniffled. “The only piece of real jewellery in fact.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” 

“Remind me to get you a whole collection.” Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you deeply. 

Then it turned into something more and by the time the afternoon rolled around, the two of you had lost count how many times you’d made love on your pink couch. Slow touches and cuddles, and soft kisses always resulted in the two of you fucking again. 

—

In the late afternoon, while snacking on random things Bucky realised you still hadn’t explained how you ended up here. 

“Grandma and grandpa’s bakery.” You explained, watching the rain pour outside. “They left it to me. They died within weeks of each other,” You said with a melancholic smile on your face, “I always knew that would happen. They loved each other too much to live without one another for too long.” 

You turned to look at Bucky who pulled you onto his lap again and held you as tightly as possible. You weren’t crying this time, but being held felt nice. 

You continued, “I had funerals to plan, I had to pack up my life and move all the way here, I had to take on the responsibility of the bakery and renovate this apartment. And you were already gone at the time so…” You sighed. “I didn’t know if I should leave a note or not. I didn’t know if you were actually coming back or–,” 

“I would never abandon you. I thought you knew that.” Bucky said, a little annoyed at that. “I made you a promise, did you not–,” 

You couldn’t help but argue, “Yeah well, I didn’t know if what we had was real enough for you to come back to.” 

Bucky frowned. “Baby…” 

You gave him a small smile, and pressed your forehead against his, rubbing your noses together. “I know now. It is.” 

When you finally pulled away from his addicting embrace you said, “I’m gonna get started on dinner. You can shower in there,” You pointed at your bedroom door as you got up from the couch. Bucky tried to grab you again but you pulled away laughing. “The weather is clearing up, we can have dinner outside on the patio.” 

You threw him a wink and made your way into the kitchen. 

Bucky finally got up and walked into your bedroom. Just as he imagined, the place was all white, gold, and pink. He actually laughed when he walked into the bathroom and found it pale pink as well. He’d grown to love it too by now. 

–

You were busy at the stove, making your best seafood pasta, when you felt strong arms wrapping around you from behind. 

“How’d you like my bedroom?” You asked, smirking already as you pictured him in your very girly space. 

“It’s very pink. The bed looks comfy,” He whispered into your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you in it later.” 

You chuckled and passed him another glass of wine. As you turned to face him again, you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. There he was, one of the scariest men you knew, standing in your grandma-core kitchen, wearing a fluffy white robe with pink clouds on it. 

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Oh don’t comment on it. I can already hear Sam laughing his ass off and he’s not even here.” 

You laughed even harder before you kissed his cheek. “It suits you.” You said. Then you handed him a couple of plates and pointed at the patio which could be seen from the kitchen window, “Can you set the table?” 

He finished his wine and then mumbled on his way out like a grumpy old man, “First close the bakery, now set the table,” He shouted from outside, “You know, if this whole thing was your elaborate plan to hire me as your domestic helper, you could’ve just asked, babygirl.” 

You laughed at him from inside the kitchen. You shook your head as you watched him. Wearing your fluffy robe, setting the small table on your patio. The view of the ocean from that patio was to die for, and the setting sun was just sublime. The golden lights you’d hung above the cute little dining area added to the cosy atmosphere. Now with the weather a lot nicer than it was hours ago, you could hear the small town coming alive again. Voice and laughter, children cycling down the cobblestone. 

And Bucky. Bucky was here too. Winking at you from the patio. And you thought your life had ended when your parents disowned you. You scoffed at the thought. Then you thanked whatever god was listening for bringing Bucky back to you. 

— 

During dinner, Bucky filled you in on what he was up to while you were gone. And you did the same. One bottle of wine turned into two, then you and Bucky laughed at random things while you did the dishes. 

Then you found yourselves in your bed. And like he promised, Bucky made love to you there as well. 

His muscular body hovered above yours. He looked down at you with nothing but love and desire in his eyes as you undid the ridiculous robe to let his cock out. He was hard already. 

“Think I like you a lot in this robe.” You teased. 

Bucky laughed before leaning in for a kiss again. He nibbled along your skin, from your mouth to your neck as he parted your legs and slid into you.  

You gasped as your walls welcomed him perfectly. He was nice and snug inside you, stretching you out in a way that had you whining and whimpering under him in no time. 

Bucky laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head on your pink covers as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled back once he started moving in and out of you. Taking his sweet time, loving the way his warm skin rubbed against yours. 

He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly. “I love you.” He breathed against your mouth. “So fucking much.” He kissed along your skin and moaned into your ear as he sped up. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.” 

“Oh Buck,” You smiled up at him, “I love you.” 

“You’re mine.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you as he made you come again. 

“And you’re mine.” 

— 

You woke up some time in the middle of the night, thirsty after all that wine from earlier. But the moment you sat up to get out of bed, Bucky woke up too. Asking in his groggy voice, which you had never heard before but concluded that it was kind of hot, “Where are you going? What is it?” 

You smiled and kissed his forehead while getting out of bed, “Just thirsty. I’ll be right back.” 

Bucky got up after you, getting out of bed as well. “I’m coming too.” He said, “I worry this girly room might engulf me if you leave me here alone.” He joked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he followed you out and into the kitchen. 

Truth is, he didn’t want to be apart from you for even a second. 

You handed him a glass of cold water while you put some water to boil to make tea. Some green tea should put the two of you right back to sleep, you thought. 

So there you were in your cosy kitchen, wrapped in a soft blanket. Bucky leaned against the counter watching you. He was shirtless, just in some white, cotton pyjama pants that you lent him. They didn’t fit him at all but something about him in your clothes made him seem adorable. 

You were both quiet. But you could feel Bucky thinking. He looked like he was trying to find the right way to ask you something. You didn’t know what. But he had that little frown on his forehead. You wanted to kiss it away. 

“What is it?” You asked. 

Bucky avoided your eyes, choosing to stare at the floor instead as he asked, “Do you think… I mean, would you ever come back home?” 

Ah. The few moments of silence which followed were heavy. You didn’t like how that question put some kind of metaphorical distance between the two of you. 

So you took a few steps and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his muscular, toned chest and said, “This is home, for me.” You gave him the truth. “That city was never home now that I think about it.” You smiled faintly, “The only good part was you.” 

Bucky nodded. “So,” He began, then stopped to clear his throat and spoke again, “You won’t ever leave this place?” 

You slid your hands up across his skin, feeling the warm, strong muscles underneath your palm. You traced his collar bones, then his neck and finally cupped his face in your hands. He wrapped his arms loosely around your middle. 

“I love it here, Bucky.” You stated. “It’s quiet, and peaceful. It looks boring at first but it’s what I’ve always wanted.” You said. “Plus my grandparents left me this, it’s all I have of them.” You paused for a while, hating that look of hurt in his ocean blue eyes. “I won’t leave. This is my home now.” 

Bucky was quiet. Even his breathing was slow. 

You let go of him, took a step back and said, “Maybe you should head back.” It felt like the words sliced you from the inside. It hurt to even utter them. “You have a life there.” You gave him a sad smile. Followed by a faint chuckle. “Unless you want to take up fishing then I’m afraid there’s nothing for you here.” 

He scoffed. “There’s you.” He said as if that was more than enough. 

“Bucky.” You warned. 

He shook his head, then reached for his phone which he’d forgotten in the kitchen earlier tonight. “Sam will probably fly out here to beat me up when I tell him.” He spoke, none of what he said made sense to you though.

“What are you–,”

“And he’ll have to work twice as much. But he’ll do great, I know. He’s Sam after all, strongest man I know.” Bucky carried on, ignoring your questions as he typed away on his phone. “I’ll do as much as I can from here, maybe fly back to the city once or twice a year to show my face.” 

“Bucky,” You warned again, “What are you talking—,” 

Bucky continued, cutting you off each time you tried to get a word in. “I’ll have to call my people, actually I have a lot of phone calls to make if–,” 

You cut him off this time, stepping closer to him again and grabbing him by his broad shoulders. “What are you talking about?” 

Bucky gave you a lovesick smile. “Well if you’re not going back to the city, neither am I.” He answered. You froze. He continued. “I’ll have to buy us a bigger home somewhere around here. We’ll keep the apartment and bakery of course, but maybe we could use some staff to help with maintenance and to keep the bakery running.” 

He made a mental, makeshift plan while you had silent tears streaming down your face. 

He continued, “We’ll get you back in uni, whichever one you want and whichever offers distance learning because there’s no way I’m letting you live on some campus away from me.” He paused, then said, “I’ll have to actually take up fishing. Maybe I’ll buy a few boats, you know I always wanted to be a yacht broker.” He sounded almost… hopeful. “Retirement sounds nice.” 

You sniffled. “Buck…” 

Bucky kept talking while he gently caressed your back. “I’ll have to learn French,” He groaned, “At this grown age.” He added. “I’ll have to know what's a chocolate croissant and what’s a pain au chocolat if I want to occasionally help out with the bakery. I can’t be uncultured while my wife is this connoisseur, you know? The locals will laugh at me.” 

“Wife?” You questioned through tears and a faint, barely there smile. 

He rolled his eyes. “Baby, I’m wearing your clothes, sleeping in your girly room, eating off of your floral plates.” He explained, “If you don’t marry me, I will lose my reputation.” He joked. 

You laughed, and sobbed as you threw your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could. 

“You don’t have to do this.” You spoke through tears. Your heart felt so full, you didn’t know how to handle a man like Bucky changing the course of his life for you. All for you. 

Bucky hugged you back, kissing the top of your head. “I want to.” He said, “I have to. Otherwise you’ll run away again.” He teased. 

You laughed quietly. “I won’t.” You said firmly. 

“Good,” He sighed, squeezing you tightly in his arms before letting go. “Now I have to tell Sam.” He looked genuinely worried. 

You giggled, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Tell him in the morning.” You whispered, your hands already trailing down to the waistband of the pyjama pants. 

Bucky chuckled before leaning in to kiss you, deeply. “Okay baby,” He whispered, forgetting everything else as he got lost in you all over again. 

He made love to you right there in the kitchen, sliding in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the counter. Slow and gentle. Kissing you softly, making a mess of you as he made you come over and over and over again. Whispering against your heated skin, your wet, open mouth, “You’re mine…” 

“All yours,” You answered, holding him tightly. Your nails scratching down his back, your skin burning in all the best ways as his beard scratched it each time he kissed you. 

This time, he made you a different promise. 

“If you chose to run again, you better run for your life and pray I never find you, babygirl…” He whispered into your ear as he slid inside you again. His cock made it hard for you to focus on anything else but you tried your hardest to hear him out. “Because I won’t be this kind if I ever have to hunt for you again.” 

You laughed, but ended up moaning as he bit down on your other shoulder this time. Marking you as his again.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hii, could you please do a Percy x daughter of Hecate headcannons pls?

⋆⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x daughter of hecate! reader hcs

content: percy jackson x daughter of hecate! reader hcs warning: language but like...one or two???? author's note: i tried v hard with this one. idk why it took me so long anon. tbh, i was scared bc i don't really know a lot about hecate so then i had to do some homework and even after that it still feels v cliche but whatever. i like parts of it and i hope YOU like parts of it too.

"wanna see a magic trick?"

was the first thing percy said to you, a wide cheeky smile on his lips as he desperately tried to hold his laugh in

you were a little stunned at his sudden appearance but then his terrible, terrible joke had you fighting off laughs of your own

"i think that's more my expertise, don't you?"

que the both of you cracking up

that's the beginning of the end fr

percy buys you a crystal every time he goes somewhere

every. single. time.

even if he's going somewhere crystals should not be, he will go thirty minutes out of his way to get you a crystal

then, when he proposes, on his knee and holding out the little box, propped open, he's like:

"out of all the crystals i've given you, i think this one's my favorite."

BRO WTF WTF WTF WHY AM I CRYING IM IN CONTROL HERE??????

moving on

(it's your favorite too)

MOVING

ON

you and hazel??? besties

she gives you crystals and gems and whatnot and you give her tarot card readings and sage for the hade's cabin

also, percy starts wearing those crystal bead bracelets, a purple one to remind him of his pretty witch wherever he goes

you wear a shell bracelet for a similar reason

if either of these broke, let's just hope nobody is within a three mile radius of them or those people will have a serious condition of death

also, sally jackson is you're #1 fan, even if she's a little confused.

once for christmas, she gifted you a stack of playing cards, which you took without question

she explained that percy mentioned something about you and cards and she figured it was a sweet gesture to get you some new ones

you didn't have the heart to break it to her, proudly taking the pack of playing cards

then you asked for a reading and you had to bullshit the whole thing, sweating the whole time

"Oh, ummm ace of spades. usually a sign of, uh, good ventures coming your way!"

"ooOO, very cool!"

percy had to hid in the bathroom he was laughing so hard

she also texts you all the time, blurry photos of rocks and gems, asking if these would be good for protection or love or whatever sally was after at the moment

the windowsill in the jackson apartment is filled with a variety of rocks, each with their own protection over the apartment

you came over one day, no percy, and just did it with sally, explaining every crystal and bundle of herbs as you went

sally always smiles when she sees it

percy does too.

also, percy def calls you a multitude of witch themed nicknames

bro fr comes up with a new one at least once a day

creative ass mfer

also, you shyly gave him a card reading, once and the amount of times you ran into the lover card left you a blushing mess

percy couldn't stop laughing every time you flushed a vibrant red, not evening needing you to tell him which card it was as he could tell from your face.

but, you always list off all the facts of the cards, musing on and on about percy's future love life or his future job

and he tunes you out, just staring bc he doesn't need to know

as long as he's with his magic girl, he doesn't really care what happens

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy pjo

[ghostofthemost141]

Mistletoe

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Themes: Fluff, Some Suggestive Themes so !18+!

Third POV

Word Count: 1,966

About: It's the official Christmas party on base and Gaz and Soap are trying to push you under the mistletoe with your obvious crush.

Notes: Sorry if my fics have been coming out slow. With holiday season coming up I have been working A LOT but since it is the holiday season, I figured I'd do a holiday themed one with Ghost. Name for you here is Sunny. Enjoy!

“Do it.” The two accented men whispered into your ear. 

You shook your head in response, feeling your heart start to race in response. You knew the two of them were fueled by alcohol but it was mostly their Brit selves being the sneaky bastards that they are. 

“Come onn, ‘unny.” Soap slightly slurred, trying to push you forward. 

“No.” You snared. 

Nobody else seemed to realize the scene that was unfolding in front of everyone, especially the unfortunate soul who Gaz and Soap were trying to push you forward to. The two bastards managed to sneak a mistletoe into the ceiling that nobody else, but you, have noticed. And the unfortunate soul, that you may or may not have become attracted to, was standing right underneath that mistletoe, completely unaware of what was going on. Or he does know what is going on and is just ignoring it. Who knows with your Lieutenant? You could hardly read the man as it is. 

“The Captain is not going to be happy about this.” You snarled. 

“Is the Captain in the room with us?” Gaz asked. 

You gazed around the recreation room, immediately noticing Price’s absence. Son of a bitch probably went to get another one of his cigars. 

“Shit..” I mumbled, feeling the smirks coming from the two of them without looking at them. 

“Come on lass…just do it.” 

“Get it over with.” Gaz followed after Soap, feeling a small nudge after another. 

“You guys please.” I mumbled, feeling myself get more and more frustrated. 

Who the hell let them get into the bourbon? This was ridiculous. Simon was on his phone, just standing there, in the middle of the damn room. Why wasn’t he sitting down so I wasn’t being put through this torture? 

“Alright that’s it.” 

“Huh?” 

Quick as a flash, both Soap and Gaz leaned back and shoved you with so much drunken force that it forced you forward, crashing into your crush’s chest. Damn his chest was so beefy-wait what? Stop it!

“Fucking shit, Lituenant I am so sorry.” I frantically apologized, immediately pulling away from him. 

Simon didn’t say anything but he glared at the two drunken idiots that were giggling like high school girls in some distance behind you. Even though he has the balaclava on, you could just see and feel the anger radiating off of him. 

“I assume those two bloody idiots have something to do with that.” Simon asked. 

“Y-Yes sir.” 

You idiot, you thought. You have been up close and personal with your Lieutenant before so why was it so different now? Perhaps it was the alcohol running through your system, or it was because Simon was wearing his balaclava that exposes his upper half of his face, which allowed you to see his dark brown doe eyes. You could tell that Simon could display what he was saying through his eyes without actually saying anything. Despite never seeing his full face, you could tell that he was a handsome man. A very handsome man. 

“I-I’m sorry.” You stutter out, realizing that you have been staring at him. 

“Are you always this nervous around me?” Simon asked. 

Did..did he really just ask that? What was he scheming? Or even thinking? 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.” You say, trying to ignore the nerves and warmth inside of your gut. 

Simon just stared at you, making you even more nervous than before. He then looked up and down at you, which made your heart skip a beat. It was as if he was examining you to see if you were lying just by your body movement. And boy was it showing. 

“I have known you long enough Sunny to know that you’re lying to me.” Simon mumbled, keeping strong eye contact. 

“Hmm what do you mean by that, Lieutenant?” You ask, trying to keep it casual. 

“You don’t have to call me Lieutenant when we are off duty.” Simon mentioned. 

“Oh really? Well then shall I call you Mr. Riley?” You joke. 

“Heh. Just Simon is alright.” 

Did he..Did he just chuckle? It was very subtle but you swore you heard it. 

“Oh alrighty then, Simon, I still don’t know what you are talking about.” 

Suddenly Simon took a big step forward, causing you to immediately step back away from him. Simon raised an eyebrow at you upon your action, essentially giving away how you were feeling. 

“Are you sure about that?” Simon questioned.  

“Yes, sir.” You were confident in your answer, despite the big beating in your nerves radiating throughout your body. 

“Stay still then.” 

And with that Simon took another big step towards you, and you remained still as he was up close to you. Simon’s eyes wandered all over you, studying your body language once again. Fucking shit this was nerve racking, you thought. Simon’s eyes then gazed up onto the ceiling, but you kept your eyes at his face. 

“Bloody bastards..” Simon mumbled. 

You knew exactly what he was looking at. That damn mistletoe. The damn thing that got you in this situation in the first place. You looked up, pretending to notice it for the first time. 

“Oh, ha! How about that?” You casually said, but Simon could see right through your bullshit. 

Simon stared right down at you, causing you to crane his neck to hold eye contact with him. He was so tall and so big, muscle wise at least. During missions, when you were uncomfortably close to Simon, your heart never raced and your hands never shook. Sure you felt intimidated by him a little bit but that’s because he was a beast of a man. The way you saw him take down an enemy was like watching a beautiful painting be done in real life time. He was precise and knew what to do. There was in fact a moment that happened between the two of y’all that you both haven’t had the chance to talk about. It wasn’t sexual in nature but it was definitely conversational worthy. 

“Simon..” You mumble. 

“Hm?” Simon raised an eyebrow hearing his name be called. 

“Can we talk about..last week?” You ask. 

Simon’s eyebrows went flat, giving you his neutral glare. He didn’t say anything, allowing you to go first. 

“I know it shouldn’t mean anything, it's just..you don’t normally see your Sergeant half naked. On any mission” You start. 

“I understand.” Simon said. 

What had happened was you were injured to the point that Simon had to strip you of your clothes, minus your underwear, in order to pressurize and tend to your wounds. His eyes wandered all over your body and it made you feel something you haven’t felt before with anyone. It wasn’t sexual in nature, but it definitely felt awkward to be half naked in front of your Lieutenant. Coincidentally, no one else was around when it happened. Just you and your Lieutenant. You wanted his hands to wander and touch your entire body, and he felt that you were feeling that. It almost happened too, until Price and the rest of the Task Force came into view. His hand was on your chest and he leaned in close. It almost went into another direction. 

“I just..didn’t know how you felt from that and I didn’t want us to have any weird tension or act differently towards each other cause of it.” You say, trying to get your feelings out there. 

“You can tell me how you actually feel, Sunny.” Simon said.

What the hell does he mean by that? 

“Uh..that is how I feel.” 

Simon shook his head at you. This bloody bastard. You chuckled at him out of annoyance. 

“And how do you know how I really feel, Lieutenant?” You snarky asked. 

Simon then stepped even closer to you than he was before, as if he was trapping you between him and an invisible wall. It felt as if it was just you and Simon in the room, despite Soap and Gaz still being here, but they weren’t paying any mind to the two of you as they were both playing a drunk game of pool. 

“I know what you wanted that day and I would’ve given it to you if everyone else didn’t show up.” Simon’s voice dropped an octave when he said that, sending chills down your spine. 

Is he implying what you think he is implying? There’s no way. 

“S-Simon..” You stutter out, not finding the words for this situation. 

Simon smirked as he lifted his balaclava up to his nose, revealing more of his face to you that you have never seen before. It made your heart flutter and you got butterflies in your stomach upon seeing it. It was as if you were seeing something very intimate of him that you weren’t supposed to see. 

“Simon..you’re..” You pause, barely finding the words to say. 

“I’m wha’?” Simon smirked, fully hearing his voice for the first time. 

“You’re handsome..I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-” 

Simon stopped you by holding your cheek, making you hold eye contact with him. He then took his mask, pulled it over his eyes, and rested it on his head, seeing his fluffy dirty blonde hair for the first time. Why was he doing this? You didn’t understand it. 

“Simon I-” 

SMOOCH 

You were cut off by Simon’s lips landing on yours. His lips were soft, not chapped and felt so damn soft. You kissed back, not wanting this to end. Not ever, ever, ever. You felt Simon nibble on your bottom lip causing you to gasp out of surprisement. Simon then stuck his tongue into your mouth, causing you to softly moan with the action. You wanted to pull away, feeling too flustered, but as soon as you did, Simon held your head and forced you back on his lips, keeping your head in place. Instinctively, you put your hands on his chest, feeling his big muscles through the thin jacket he was wearing. Everything about this was perfect. You let Simon explore your mouth with pleasure, not even fighting for dominance with him and you just let him do whatever he wanted. You dreamed of this moment and it was finally happening. 

“S-Simon..” You moaned into his mouth, which went straight to his lower region. 

Simon couldn’t believe this was happening either. He eventually pulled away but remained close to your face. There was silence between the two of you but it was good silence, as if the two of you were processing what just happened in your own ways. 

“Bloody fucking hell, get a room you two!!” Price’s voice suddenly boomed into the room. 

You thought that would cause Simon to pull away from you but he didn’t. No, he kept his hands on you and you kept his hands on you. 

“Fuck off and go smoke yooself to death Price.” Simon retorted back, knowing that was the booze talking. 

Price just rolled his eyes as he approached Soap and Gaz, seeing what they were doing. The three of them had no clue how the two of you felt and you were bound to keep it that way. For now. Simon’s eyes went back to you as if he was examining you. 

“Let’s go back to my dorm, aye?” Simon suggested, which then went straight to your core. 

“Yes, sir.” You agreed with no hesitation. 

Simon then led you to his room, and gave you an entire night of love and passion. And during the whole time, you began to think that this all happened, even if this was not going to be a permanent thing, you knew at least for the time being that tonight happened because of one damn thing. That damn mistletoe. 

END

#cod #callofduty #simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod modern warfare #ghostofthemost141 #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod ghost #simon riley x reader #john price #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #mw2

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Waiting For Shanks To Return To Tell Him Surprising News

Shanks X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes and a dagger is involved

Word Count: 1.7k

(A/N:) Hello readers! I should finally start getting back into the swing of things now that Christmas is here! I’ve missed writing so much and I have ideas I’ve been wanting to write especially about One Piece. Back in November I had went to see Red and to made me fall in love with the story. So now I have started reading and watching One Piece and Shanks and Zoro are my faves. So I’m starting out with Shanks but I have an idea for Zoro and an idea for Sanji so just keep an eye out hopefully I can write those soon! But I am still learning about this universe so mostly these imagines are just for funsies so don’t take them too seriously! X3 But it feels good to write again and I look forward to posting more! So until next time happy reading! ~Countess

You stood upon the shore of Foosha Village’s port watching the horizon as you did every evening as the sun began to set in the sky. The salty waves crashing the shore sent droplets of water to spatter against the hem of your flowing gown as the breeze billowed your hair behind you tangling it just enough that you would have to brush it when you got home. Nobody of the village would bother you at these moments, as you were waiting and hoping for Shanks to return and soon. Usually you were on the boat with him just another piece of his large crew. But the last time he docked at Foosha you were ill and couldn’t get well in time for him and the crew to set sail. So he left you with a house upon a private cove overlooking the ocean to see when he sailed in and in the care of Makino as he knew that she would take the best of care of you until you were well again.

“You won’t be long,” you had asked him weakly.

  He gave a gentle smile with a hint of sadness, “I’ll try my best. Wait for me to return upon that far horizon.”

“Okay,” you whispered falling back to sleep to escape another bout of nausea.

That had been six months ago and now you stood upon the sand watching and waiting with a protective hand over your swollen belly. Makino had fetched the village doctor when you hadn’t improved in several days and that’s when your pregnancy was revealed. Wedded to the notorious red haired pirate and now mother to said pirate’s child. You were nervous about how Shanks would take the news when he finally returned, yes he already had an adopted daughter in Uta, but having a baby while he was so busy was something you were afraid he wouldn’t accept. You also feared he’d leave you behind once more, only to never return leaving you alone to raise the child that he helped create. 

You kicked at the sand in frustration as the familiar ship didn’t part the horizon like you hoped. As the temperature began to drop as the sun sank lower you shivered, you decided to go back home. Your older more comfortable clothes no longer fit thanks to your large stomach so you had to make do with the flowing gowns Makino dredged up for you. With soup bubbling in the pot above the fire you dished some out and ate before deciding to just go ahead and sleep. You hadn’t been able to sleep much lately as the baby was beginning to grow more restless and keeping you awake for majority of the night with their squirming and moving. It didn’t take long for you to slip into dreamless sleep as the exhaustion was starting to get too much to bear.

Shanks knew that you wouldn’t be awake at this hour but he had pushed his crew to make it back to you tonight. He had been gone a lot longer than he intended, and while he knew you would understand he couldn’t help but still feel that pang of guilt deep inside. Since getting to know each other you both hadn’t left each other’s sides in so long. So leaving you alone without anyone there at all times of the day was a horrible feeling he never wanted to repeat. His bed in his captains' quarters had never been colder since he had to leave you behind. Now as his crew were about ready to drop he had them rush through docking the ship and making preparations to stay for at least a few days. He had much catching up to do with you and preparing you and all the supplies for an extra person tagging along once more.

 With the familiar boat docked in the bay he searched for you, it was late but he was sure that you would still be up looking for his return. When you didn’t show up rushing towards him with open arms Shanks gave his men free rein to do whatever they pleased (as he knew they wouldn’t take advantage of the good people of Foosha) he made his way towards the place he had bought you to stay. Upon the top of the cove he saw your place all dark and lifeless. He couldn’t stop the panic welling in his chest as horrible thoughts came to his mind. Surely you were okay? Shanks rushed in catching the door with his one hand before it could bang against the wall, while he was losing his mind he knew that there could still be the possibility that you were just sleeping. His worries eased as he saw the freshly dirty dishes and the smoldering fire in the hearth, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw you. So to the bedroom he went where the sight that he beheld made him suck in a breath. There you laid, sleeping peacefully, warm blankets pulled to your chin. Though covered he could tell the difference in your form. Gone was the shape of the woman who was used to fighting, sailing, and climbing. Now you were round and soft and Shanks knew that the feelings that were rolling under the surface wasn’t just from seeing you for the first time in forever. 

It didn’t take a genius to realize that you were pregnant and heavily so. He sat on the edge of the bed not really wanting to wake you but having a hard time controlling his self. Reaching out with a calloused hand he brushed hair from your open mouth. Your face scrunched and you mumbled something he couldn’t make out, it made him chuckle. You immediately went into action, hand rushing to underneath your pillow, you pulled a dagger out holding it to his throat in a threatening motion.

“Who are you,” you snarled ready to slit your intruder’s throat.

“Hello to you too beautiful,” Shanks chuckled again and the dagger was dropped immediately.

“Shanks??”

“Yeah,” he sighed gathering you in his arm, “it’s me sweetheart.”

“Sorry that your first greeting back was a blade to your throat.”

“Not the worst greeting I’ve ever received,” he smiled cupping your cheek. “It’s good to know that you never lost those reflexes that you honed all those years sailing with me.”

“Well,” you pinched his cheek, “I can’t spoil my husband’s good name by being weak.”

“You’ve never been mistaken for weak and never will be. I’m the idiot who left you though in this condition.”

You hung your head ashamed, “We didn’t know. I’m sorry I didn’t send word to you. I was afraid you wouldn’t be happy.”

“How could I not be happy?! This is amazing and such a surprise. Who knew your sickness was just symptoms from being pregnant?”

“I’m sure the rocking boat didn’t help with the puking and bouts of nausea.”

“Yeah we rocked the boat ourselves on several occasions that’s what got you into this state in the first place,” the mischievousness in his gaze was not lost on you.

“Shaaaaaanks,” you whined punching his shoulder.

“Kidding,” he kissed you softly. “But not really, cause it is the truth.”

Moments passed by quietly as you just held one another basking in the presence that you both missed greatly. The sound of the ocean outside your little home bringing back so many memories over the years you both had spent on the high seas together. It was just a perfect moment that Shanks knew he had to interrupt, though he didn’t want to.

“Want to go see the crew,” he asked breaking the peace. “They’ve missed you almost as much as I have.”

Though your body was exhausted and you were embarrassed about how big you have grown, you couldn’t deny your red haired pirate or his lovable crew. “I need to change into something warmer and can you help me get there? The walk has been getting more difficult in my state.”

“You don’t even need to ask.”

Shanks held your hand tightly as he helped you down some of the steep slopes to the sandy beach below. While your little cove away had seemed so cold and lonely the last few months, this was the first time in awhile you enjoyed the walk with the warm hand squeezing yours with gentle pressure. Life without Shanks around was boring but mostly it was lonely. His warming presence was something you never really thought about until it wasn’t around. And whatever fear that had been pressing upon you, keeping you from enjoying watching your baby grow within you dissipated with his contagious grin. His ship came into view and you could see the guys buzzing back and forth taking care of the ship’s needs before theirs. You glared at your sheepish husband at seeing how exhausted his men were.

“I couldn’t help it,” he defended himself. “I was desperate to see you and so were they.”

“Treat them to a good meal tomorrow and some good ale,” you elbowed him.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed wanting to stay in your good graces. As soon as the hard working crew spotted you with their captain a roaring cheer lifted into the night sky. You could have sworn the ship rocked even harder than the waves crashing against it with the excited men. You laughed using Shanks as a sturdy crutch as you waddled across the shifting sand. They tossed themselves overboard stampeding toward you and Shanks. Shanks pulled you protectively into his side bracing you behind him just in case his rambunctious men got out of control. But as soon as they saw your condition they skidded to a stop in awe. “Surprise,” you teased sheepishly. Silence passed before a loud roar sounded out and several sharp slaps to Shanks back left him staggering and his back stinging. Some of the men softly asked if they could touch their stomach, as they were remembering pregnant wives at one point in their lives. You agreed tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as they accepted you and the little one inside. It felt so good to have your husband and friends back and you couldn’t wait to get back onto the seas sailing with your family with a new addition in tow.

#Shanks X Reader #Shanks / Reader #Shanks #One Piece #Shanks Imagine #One Piece Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

[radioofdoom]

idk if i’m supposed to ask here but could you do a frank zhang x reader fic? it doesn’t have to be elaborate, i just feel like there isn’t much frank content out there and i really really like your writing!! also i hope your holidays were great <333

Hopefully it’s not too late to make a Christmas themed piece even though it’s January bc nobody can tell me that frank zhang won’t dress up as santa for kids in Camp Jupiter.

Walking around Camp Jupiter, the presence of Christmas was in the air. Well, technically the presence of the Winter Solstice. Snow shouldn’t be in here but the legacies and children of the God Hiems made it so snow would be everywhere. The spirit of winter was ever present in New Rome. Children running around, stockings hanging in every house, carols sung from block to block. Christmas is indeed in the air and there’s only one thing missing.

“Where do you think Frank is?” Julia asked, the young legacy was given a break by Terminus for the winter. She had taken a liking to following you and Frank everywhere when Percy isn’t around. So far, babysitting has been placed into your duty. Where is Frank anyways?

“He’s about to miss the santa show” the child pouted. You sighed, rubbing Julia's shoulder as she clings onto you. Contrary to the typical demigod traits, Frank was never late. Never. This would be the first time he was ever late to anything. Worry lines etched on your brow, he couldn't have forgotten that today was Christmas.

Almost as if the gods had planned it, Frank was there. Except he’s not... Frank?

"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!" said a voice way too fake and low to be your boyfriend and yet it is him, and you can tell he was straining his voice to keep up the old grandpa appearance.

Screams and yells from children all around filled New Rome. Santa was here to ask for their gifts, and hopefully bring them their gifts as they were all tucked in bed in the wee hours of the night.

Yep, that was your boyfriend all right. The sweet, kind, and caring Frank Zhang. And you couldn't ask for much more.

#frank zhang x reader #frank zhang #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #GOODBYE I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO POST THIS #that's embarrassing for me #exams were hell wtf #27/70 in math??? I will be passing away

[yelenasdiary]

Different Kind of Love || Part V

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha’s cold ways start to warm up.

Dark Themes | Language Warning |Mentions of Sexual Assault | Violence | Kidnapping | 2.3K | 

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell.

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"I'm not sure" Natasha replied looked directly into your eyes, "I'm going to see him to the police, will you be okay?" she adds as a slight frown forms on your face, "Mhm" you nod before she's out the door, closing it behind her. "You will pay for this!" Kane scoffs at Natasha as she politely guides him to the elevator while the entire office as their eyes on the pair of them, "Save it for the police" she hushes him before pressing the number 3 button. 

"You won't get away with this! how the fuck are you a lawyer?! You lit-"

Natasha cuts Kane off by slamming him to the wall, her right hand tightly wrapped around his throat, "You're foolish if you think Y/n will ever believe a word you just told her! You brought this upon yourself and this time, you won't be seeing the light of day!" She tightens her grip with every word just as the elevator doors open, she throws him to the floor as Bucky comes around the corner. 

"Who cut him free?" Natasha asked, glaring at Bucky. 

"Nobody!" Kane coughs as he catches his breath, "I did it myself" he adds. 

"I didn't ask you!" Natasha delivers a harsh kick to Kane's ribs causing him to whine in pain, "take him back and keep a fucking eye on him, can you do that?" she looks up at Bucky who nods, "and find who cut the prick free" she adds. 

Natasha returned to your office with a look of worry, "are you okay?" she asks softly. "No, I'm not" you mutter, "I don't know what's going on but Kane seemed really sure about blaming you for kidnapping him? He said that I asked you to do th-"

"Hey, hey" she walks over to you, "he's just trying to get into your head. I'm sure he's lawyers told him I'm representing you in the case. You know I wouldn't do something so stupid" she tries to assure you, but her words aren't enough to convince you.

"His hand was bandaged and you" you took a step back from your boss, "you take off randomly" you add.

 "Y/n, listen to me. Kane wants me off this case, he wants to make you out to be a bad mother, these are just stories he's coming up with. He's already in enough trouble for breaking the order in place. This is what he wants from you, to be second guessing and worried" 

Natasha's words now made more sense as you took a moment to think about everything that had just happened, "I'm sorry" you sigh in relief. "You don't have to apologise, how about you and Dylan go home as soon as he gets here? It's been a tough day" your boss offers. 

"Thanks" you smile softly as you feel yourself start to calm down, "if Kane's in custody, I think Dylan and I should go back home, I don't want to keep throwing him out of routine" you start to tidy your desk as Dylan should be arriving within in the next 10 minutes, "thank you for letting us stay with you and for helping" you add. 

"Will you stop thanking me? You're m-" Natasha pauses for a moment as you look up at her, "go on" you coached. 

"You're my" she paused again as if the words were starting to make her choke, "you're my f-"she tries once more. "Friend?" you ask with a raised brow, "Yes" she answers quietly with a light nod. A warm smile tugs proudly at your lips, "why are you smiling like that?" Natasha almost seems disgusted. 

"Because I think it's sweet that the not so cold hearted and very threating boss considers me her friend"

"Don't make a big deal out of it, the others will get jealous" 

"Your secret is safe with me, bestie" you could tell the term made Natasha cringe. "J-just call me if you need anything, please" Nat is quick to excuse herself. 

----

Even though Natasha made sense with Kane trying to make you out to be a bad mother, it still didn't stop your mind from wondering why she had a phone locked away or why she did take sudden trips and you weren't exactly sure that being a lawyer and whatever family business the woman had was enough to pay for things you'd seen. 

"Mommy, you're not watching!" Dylan pouts as you look up from the laptop, "sorry darling, I'm just doing something for work" you smile softly at your son. Your laptop screen showing the google search results for the hour glass keychain you saw on the maids set of keys. "But you promised" Dylan crossed his small arms over his chest, you did, you had promised the two of you would have a movie night with popcorn and no distractions. 

"You're right, I'm sorry" you reply, closing the lid of your laptop and turning your full attention to the movie Dylan picked. "So is that Mater?" you asked pointing to the red car on the TV. Dylan giggles and shakes his head, "no mommy that's lightening mcqueen!!" He corrects you before you pull him close to you and pull the throw blanket over you both. Just hearing him laugh was enough to stop your worries for the evening. 

As always, Dylan was fast asleep just before the movie came to an end. Popcorn crumps sprinkled on his top reminding you to make sure he brushes his teeth first thing in the morning. Carefully you carry him to his bed, tucking him in with a soft kiss on his forehead before taking a moment to admire the little human that you would do anything for, even if it meant spending some time apart. 

It wasn't an idea you loved but with everything going on, all you wanted was Dylan to be safe. You sat with the idea for a while as you slowly sipped your way through a nice hot tea. To ask your parents to have Dylan until the court case was over or to hope Kane would stay in police custody until then. You knew Natasha would have you and Dylan back in her condo if you'd asked but you had questions and even though it was none of your business truly, it still made you start to question Natasha's private life. 

"Y/n? is that you?" Your mothers soft voice came through your phone making you smile instantly at her voice, "Hi mum" you replied. 

"Oh my god, it is you! Darling is everything okay? We haven't heard anything in a while, we assumed you had to move again, how's Dylan? How are you?" Her questions came flying at you without giving you a split second to think. 

"A lot has been going on, I hope I'm not calling too late" 

"Of course not darling, your father is just getting in from poker night" she chuckles lightly, oh how you miss them, "what's going on sweetheart?" she asks. 

"Can you put me on speaker? I need to ask you guys something" 

"Sure, George honey!" your mother calls for your father, "how do I put this on speaker phone?" 

"Why do you want it on speaker? I don't want to hear about the town gossip" you hear your father mumble as he comes closer to the phone, "just do it would you" your mother sighs. Nothing has changed, they still argue as they did when you were living with them. "There, it's on speaker" your father says, "tell Brenda that John owes me a case of beer for tonight" he adds. 

"It's not Brenda, it's Y/n" your mother corrects. "Hi dad" you smile softly to yourself. 

"Well, I'll be damned! Is that my little girl?" Hearing your father call you his little girl once again almost made you tear, "She has something to ask us, go on honey, what is it?" Your mother speaks.

"It's a long story, something I'd rather tell you both in person but I was wondering if you both would take Dylan for a while? It wouldn't be for long, it's just I ne-"

"Of course, we will, you know we'll do anything for you both. What's going on? are you both okay? Do you have to move again? Please honey, we're just worried about you both" Your mother's worried town starts to break your heart, you hated so much that you left them behind. 

"He found us again" you sighed. 

"I wish you would've let me rip his head off when I had the chance!" you heard your father scoff, "But" you add before another word was mentioned, "My boss, Miss Romanova, she's a lawyer and damn good one. I've been working for her since we moved to New York and she knows about Kane and the whole situation" you explain

"A lawyer? Now I'm just getting more worried, Y/n"

"Mum, please, it's okay" you assure her, "Kane just wants custody of Dylan but Miss Romanova says we have a good case against him, I gave a statement to the police today about….you know and uhm, we put a restraining order in place"

"I wish you would've done this years ago when you had the chance instead of running off like you did" your father's tone is full of hurt, a hurt you caused. "I know dad, I'm sorry…I was scared but I promise this time is different, I just, I need Dylan to be safe… Kane is worse than I thought"

"Nothing was ever good about that boy" your mother mutters like you wouldn't hear, "Does this mean you're taking him to court?" she asks. 

"Yeah, Miss Romanova won't let me pay for her services, I just want Dylan away from all this until it's over" you explained just as you heard a knock on your door, "guys, I'll call you back, somebody is at my door, I love you" you added quickly before pressing the red button on your screen. 

The knock came again, this time louder. "I'm coming, gez!" you mumbled to yourself as you walked up to the door and looked through the peep hole. "Who are you?" you asked, making sure the door was locked. "Oh, I'm a friend of uhm, Romanova's" the mans voice sounded familiar but not somebody you could remember. 

"She doesn't live here, go away"

"Come on, Y/n, we used to be great friends and I think you're going to want to open that door" the man spoke sternly, the smell of cigarette made its way under your door but still you couldn't make out who he was by the small hole you were looking through. 

"Please leave before I call the police" you say as you pull up Natasha's number on your phone.

 "Don't make me break down the fucking door, I just need to talk about Kane and the things you're saying" you stopped your actions and looked up at the door with a frown, "you know Kane?" you question but got no answer. The loud shot of a gun being fired caused you to jump back from the door. 

Before you could even make a run for Dylan the man you now had better view of kicked the door open and smirked at you, "Remember me? Darling" he chuckled making your stomach turn, "What do you want?! Please, just go away!" You begged as he stepped towards you, the commotion waking Dylan. "Kane mention you were telling stories about what happened that night, I'm just here to remind you of the truth" Matt spoke with every step he took close to you as you backed yourself into the wall, your eyes traveled to Dylan who stood in the doorway of his room. 

"Kane is in custody, and I've alerted the police!" you spat giving Dylan a quick shake of your head to tell him to stay where he was. "You really are stupid, aren't you? Just like that wonderful night, tell all of us how much you wanted it" Matt comes to a stop, a little to close to you. "Please, just leave me alone!" You begged unsure what was going to happen, Matt chuckled once more at your begging, "come with me without making a scene and you'll be okay" 

"Matt, I'm not going with you!" you said, making sure to say his name, "don't make this harder than it has to be" Matt replied brushing a lock of hair out of your face as your jaw clenches at his actions, "so pretty, you haven't changed a single bit" he runs his tongue over his lips, "it's a pity you had my boss torture Kane, otherwise I wouldn't be here. I'm surprised she ate up your lies" 

"Leave my mommy alone!" Dylan runs up behind Matt doing his best to punch the taller man wherever he could get his little fists on. "This must be little Dylan" Matt smirks at you before he turns around to look down at Dylan. 

"Leave him alone, Matt!" 

"Maybe I'll just take you huh?" He slightly pushes Dylan to the side, "do you want to come on a little holiday?" he asks your son. "Fine! I'll go with you but leave him alone!" You step in front of Dylan with your eyes glued to Matt as his smirk only makes you want to be sick. "Good girl lets go" he grabs your arm. 

"Wait! Let me just put him back to bed, please"

Matt groaned, "no, he'll be fine. I don't have time to waste, let's go!" He tugs at your arm. "Dylan, honey, go to your room, okay? I'll be soon, I promise" you say as Matt drags you with him, his grip on your arm was sure to leave a bruise. Dylan's eyes filled with tears as be begged for you to stay with him, "it's okay baby, I'll be back, okay?" was the last he heard of you as Matt dragged you out of the apartment.

Taglist: @marvelogic | @randomnessbecausewhynot | @blackwidow-3 | @lilsmeaux | @mmmmokdok | 

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel #fanfiction #black widow

[chemicallywrit]

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! Last one of the year! There are so many amazing shows I listened to this year--Gastronaut, Kakos Industries, Madame Magenta, Dungeons & Daddies, Cry Havoc! Ask Questions Later, Bronzeville, Deviser, Ghosts in the Burbs, The Silt Verses, Fall of the House of Sunshine, The Ballad of Anne and Mary, Eliza: A Robot Story, Eeler's Choice, Hemophobia--this list isn't even comprehensive! But here is what stood out to me this week. (As always, some spoilers follow.)

🦸‍♂️ I've had Superhuman Public Radio on my radar for a while, but I finally got a chance to listen to it this week. For lack of a better way of putting it, the structural integrity of this show is flawless. It sounds exactly like listening to NPR, and it's funny and clever with some really incredible worldbuilding. It's everything I like about listening to local news without the stress of it being local news that affects me. I love it.

✨ I'm also new to Breathing Space, but the Firefly vibes are off the charts. I love any story that is basically just Anticapitalists in Space, but the western vibes of this really make the stories hit home. I especially liked S1E2, "A Rat Among Falcons," because who doesn't love a scruffy nobody being incorporated into a found family? S1E5, "The Salvage of the Valentina Tereshkova" was also a really excellent space horror story. I can't wait to see what they do next. And that theme song tho, right??

❤️‍🩹 @thefringespod has been making incredible use of their new full cast, and I love the twist that this season is driving home--it's not a story presented to you, the listener, it's a tragedy that the mute second character is helping to undo. The softness of the family that Pine Gonzalez spent the whole first season describing comes through beautifully in the work of the actors.

🌊 Modes of Thought In Anterran Literature is always a little bit unnerving, but this week our professor faced the horrors of...rich people. Like, REALLY rich people. "You're already paying for private security?" Absolutely chilling conversations. There was a headline this week about a bunch of Silicon Valley millionaires trying to start a utopia in the desert, which works great all the time of course, and I thought of Anterra, tearing itself apart, and about the professor, who doesn't exactly make great choices, tearing himself apart too.

🐺 Things are getting very scary on Palimpsest! Is this a werewolf season?? It is VERY gothic, which is fun in a Jazz Age setting. It feels incongruous, which just adds to the horror. The quiet build of Palimpsest never disappoints me.

📦 Bless those children on @storiesfromylelmore, they're so darn good. ItMe has always been excellent at writing along the span of human nature, and seeing them do it with the three kids in Stories from Ylelmore is wonderful. Of course, a lot of the credit has to go to ItMe's flawless line delivery too. The kids feel very real, even while they're delivering magical packages from a bookstore to the head of the local witch coven.

🐦 The Amelia Project's Twelve Days of Christmas thing has been so funny. I half hope we never find out who's tormenting Alvina. The only downside is that now I have the song stuck in my head constantly, and seeing that it's like, the second-worse Christmas song, this is a problem. The show's worth it, though.

🕯️ What should appear in my podcatcher this morning but the second episode of Flickers! I was intrigued by that first episode, and this second one is really bringing home the isolationist horror. I can't wait for the next installment.

👽 Among the Stars and Bones is coming back! It's coming back this month! This is one of my all-time favorite sci-fi shows, everyone, if you're not on board yet then GET WITH IT, because this next season is guaranteed to blow your mind.

That's what I've been listening to! Here's what's going on with me:

🧟‍♀️ The Dead has been posting episodes from its second series, Ephemeris, which I wish we could have spent more time on, because the premise is so good. Zombies. In. Space. My gosh. David Ault and Kayla Temshiv in particular are killing it on this story. It'll be a few weeks before our next story premiers, but I'm REALLY excited about that one. Tune in!

Finally, the most important news...

💚Inn Between Returns on Wednesday!🏹

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

I am THRILLED about season five. The cast is killer, the story is fantastic, everyone's bringing their A-game, and I can't wait for you to hear it.

That's all for me! Happy New Year everyone!

(If you like what I do, I'd love it if you could send me a ko-fi! Especially since my car just frikkin. Died. So rude of it. Thanks!)

#superhuman public radio #breathing space podcast #tales from the fringes #modes of thought in anterran literature #palimpsest #stories from ylelmore #the amelia project #flickers podcast #among the stars and bones #the dead podcast #inn between #audio drama sunday #audio drama #audio fiction #fiction podcast

[beneathstarryskies]

Merry Smutmas! 🎄 Header by @actuallysaiyan

Word Count: 717

Summary: Kento decides to take you out of town for the holidays.

Warnings: making out, a little dry humping, this one is more fluffy than smutty

Kento wouldn’t say he hates Christmas. After all, there are certain things about the holiday he really enjoys. Coming home to see you dancing and singing happily to Christmas music, usually wearing nothing but one of his shirts and some fuzzy socks, certainly gave him a feeling of holiday cheer…Or maybe it’s just arousal. He loves snuggling up on the couch and watching movies with you, seeing your delighted face when the holiday themed movies end with a heartwarming ending. 

However, Christmas also brought out crowds of people shopping, filling the stores to spend money on gifts that likely will be forgotten in the following year. The huge crowds and rampant consumerism have a way of bringing out the worst in people. It drives Kento crazy how something as simple as popping into the store becomes such an insane chore that makes the vein on his forehead popout with annoyance. 

That’s why he planned something different for this year. He had decided as a gift to you both, you would go out of town for the whole month of December. He promised to plan the trip of your dreams, and he definitely delivered. He rented a cozy cabin in a cute mountain village, where the two of you spent every day relaxing together. 

On Christmas Eve, Kento sends you off to the local spa for a whole day of pampering and relaxation. While you’re out for the day, he sets up a romantic dinner for you. When you return, you’re practically walking on air from being massaged head to toe then soaked in a hot spring. 

The smell of roasted chicken greets you into the cozy cabin, along with the sound of Kento singing along with one of the Christmas songs you’ve been playing incessantly for the last couple weeks. You smile to yourself as you slip off your shoes and tiptoe into the kitchen. He’s elegant as he carefully plates the food. 

“What’s all of this?” you ask, Kento turns to face you and he blushes. 

“It’s dinner,” he walks over to you and wraps his arms around you. He peppers kisses on your cheek. “Mm, you smell amazing.” 

“I was thinking this food smells amazing,” you giggle and kiss him. 

Kento sets the table elegantly and pours two glasses of wine. Over dinner you flirt and tease one another. You also tell him all about your day at the spa. 

After dinner, he guides you to the bedroom where he has a nightgown and silky robe waiting for you on the bed alongside a pair of matching silk pajamas for himself. You both change clothes before going to sit beside the fire in the living room. The small Christmas tree you’d gotten and decorated illuminates the living room. Kento pulls you into his lap and kisses you sweetly. 

“There’s nobody I’d rather be here with,” he whispers while rubbing his nose against yours. 

“Me neither, Kento,” you kiss him softly at first but then you let your tongue slip into his mouth. 

He moans when your tongues caress in a sensual dance. His hands move down your back to hold onto your hips, pulling you closer. As the two of you continue making out, you push your crotch against his. He gasps against your mouth and lifts his hips to meet yours. Your hands find the buttons of his shirt and begin opening them one at a time. Suddenly you feel his big, warm hands envelop yours. 

“Wait, baby,” he groans. “I gotta give you something first.” 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah, just…Wait,” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. He’d planned a whole romantic speech but it all slipped from his head the second he felt your warm body against his. 

“Kento, what is this?” 

He hands you the box, “Open it.” 

You flip the lid open to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops as you take in the sight of it. 

“Will you marry me?” he whispers. 

Tears sting your eyes as you nod eagerly, trying to find the words through the knot in your throat. You lean in to kiss him with every ounce of love and passion you can. 

“Yes, yes! A thousand times yes!”

#kento x reader #nanami kento x reader #thirst hours🔥 #12 days of smutmas🎄

[turtle-babe83]

Snowed In, Part Four

Raph x F!Reader

So this one ended up longer than the others simply because of the backstory buildup. I hope you all enjoy the conclusion to the series! ♥️

Warning: Language and NSFW content 18+ only

“Fucking’ pussies, all of’em.”

Raphael’s growl echoed off the tunnel walls as he watched all three of his brothers leave him. Anger and hurt rode him hard and he turned his back on their traitorous footsteps as they got fainter and fainter. Unable to process the overload of emotion, he did the only thing he could ever think to do in these situations. He took it out on the punching bag.

He grumbled aloud as he swung his fists, “So much fer family. So much fer stickin’ togetha, Leo. The big hypocrite.”

His father’s voice echoed in his head at that, when he welcomed each of the women as part of their family. Raph scowled.

“Well, what about me? Ain’t nobody wanna piece of my ugly mug.”

This time it was Mikey’s voice in his head, pointing out the way you were always staring at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. He punched harder. Nah, there’s no way a beautiful woman like you would ever consider being with a freak like him. And yet, every single one of his brothers had a loving relationship with some of the sweetest and prettiest women he’d ever met. Raph groaned.

Maybe lifting weights would be more helpful. He started with chest presses. Go hard or go home. At first, it was working. His mind was zeroed in on his form, and trying not to drop the bar on his plastron. But then, an image of you in your sports bra and leggings came unbidden to the forefront of his mind. You had joined him recently in the weight room, asking for pointers on toning your arms. Watching sweat trickle down your chest to disappear in the hint of cleavage had him licking his lips until he caught himself. Raph sighed.

Perhaps a run through the snowy night would cool him off. If he was lucky, maybe he could bust some skulls and get his aggression out that way. Mind made up, he headed out of the sewers.

It was surprisingly quiet topside. The massive amounts of snow on the ground made travel treacherous and the low temperature was concerning. No one was out in this weather unless it was absolutely necessary. The snow was wholly undisturbed in many areas. Raph breathed deeply if the frigid air, allowing it to cool his lungs and clear his head. He made his way through the empty streets looking for any sign of trouble, but even the thugs appeared to be taking the night off.

It was only after he decided to give up his fruitless patrol that he realized where he was. Standing in the alley outside your apartment building, he stared up at your window. A light was flickering faintly and he surmised that you must still be up, watching television. He debated whether to check on you, but his frozen extremities made the decision for him. He could pop in long enough to warm up and get to see your pretty face as a bonus. It was a win-win situation in his book.

You were curled up under a blanket that Raph had gifted you for Christmas this year. It still smelled like him and you kept it close to your face so you could breathe in his warm, spicy scent and pretend it was his arms wrapped around you. A Christmas-themed horror movie was streaming on your tv. You couldn’t watch a romance without feeling your heart ache with your feelings for the red brute. You sighed wistfully, wishing he was here right now.

A knocking at your window made you jump, and when you looked over to see the face of said turtle staring at you through the glass, you thanked the stars above and took it as a sign. You hurried over to unlock the window and stepped back to allow him to climb in. He shook the snow off his head and shoulders, then finally regarded you standing there in your flannel pajamas.

“You’re here,” you stated with wonder.

He scratched the back of his head and looked everywhere but at you, mumbling, “I, ah, just wanted ta make sure ya had heat. Ya good, right?”

You cleared your throat, “Yeah. Better now, actually.”

His head popped up as he processed what you said. Shuffling his feet a bit, he murmured, “That so?”

You nodded, then the two of you stared at one another until it started to feel awkward. To break the ice, you motioned to the couch.

“I got the electric fireplace going, why don’t you come sit and warm up? I just started ‘Krampus’ on the tv.”

He hesitated, but his frozen body encouraged him to take what you offered. He made his way to the couch and noticed immediately that you had been using the blanket he made for you. When you saw him looking at it, you smiled fondly.

“It’s kept me nice and warm,” you told him, running your fingers lightly over the thick threads. “Be right back!”

Raph settled in on your cushy couch, debating the merits of being here. What did you mean by “better now”? His heart ached to hope but his mind was scared to chance it. In the meantime, you were in the kitchen, hurriedly making him a mug of hot chocolate. God, you hoped to convince him to stay. Even if he didn’t share your feelings, he would be warmer here than in the sewers.

Raph looked up as you came back, smelling the sweet melted chocolate drink. When you handed it to him, you made sure to brush his fingers deliberately. Then you sat close beside him and pulled the blanket over both your lap and his. Grabbing the remote, you started the movie once again and reveled in the feel of his thigh pressed against yours.

Raph couldn’t concentrate on the film. He was struggling to process what was happening. You had somehow managed to get him into the place you wanted with very little coercion and he felt cornered. “Better now.” Your words echoed in his mind again. Perhaps? He gulped, then steeled his nerves. He casually draped his arm over the back of the sofa. After a moment, you leaned against his side. This was new and it made butterflies erupt in his tummy. Slowly, he let his arm slide closer to your shoulders. Raph nearly jumped out of his scaled skin when you reached up and pulled it down around you.

The two of you sat silently, watching the movie but not really following it. Finally, when it became clear that Raph wasn’t going to make any other moves, you made up your mind. The giant turtle froze in panic when you suddenly grabbed his shoulders and pulled yourself over to straddle his lap.

“Wh-what are ya doin’?” he stammered.

You smirked, “Doing what I’ve been waiting months for you to do: make a damn move.”

Raph studied your eyes but only saw sincerity. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Why didn’t ya say somethin’ sooner?” he asked.

You arched a brow and answered, “Because I was waiting for you to say something first. A girl likes to be chased, you know? Pursued.”

Raphael pondered your words for a moment. You wanted him. You actually fucking wanted him. This was a gift he couldn’t turn down. His hands rested on your knees, sliding up your thighs, squeezing along the way. He watched the way your eyes dilated as he got closer to your center. He pulled his hands away before he reached your apex, and a little huff of frustration escaped you. Now it was his turn to smirk.

“Ya want me ta chase ya? A’ight. Ya got a three second head start.”

Your mouth fell open at the change in his demeanor, and then his words registered. You squealed as he began his count.

“One.”

You scrambled off his lap and nearly fell. Righting yourself, you skirted the end of the couch, headed for the hallway.

“Two.”

You made it to the hallway, bumping your shoulder into the wall in your haste. You pumped your legs harder, not even sure where you could go. It was inevitable that he would catch you. The question was: what would he do to you when he caught you?

"Three."

In one smooth motion, he leapt over the back of the couch and just as you reached your bedroom doorway, you felt your body being lifted into the air as a large, muscled arm swept you up. You squealed as you were gathered into his arms and the two of you landed on your bed with an "oof." Raphael immediately began to tickle you and you laughed loudly, begging him for mercy. This was the side of him that you saw most rarely and you relished it.

"Nah, no mercy fer you, ya little vixen," he chuckled. "Not the way ya been plaguin' my mind all the damn time. Can't stop thinkin' bout ya. How gorgeous ya are, how good ya'd look spread out on my bed, how ya taste..."

He trailed off, smacking his lips and a pretty blush warmed your cheeks. He seemed then to realize what all he had said and waited, uncertain, for your response. You smiled seductively, tugging your pajama top over your head, revealing your braless bust.

"Well, since you're here, how about spread out on my bed, and you are welcome to taste whatever you like."

His golden green eyes darkened as he viewed your bare breasts. With just a second of a glance, he determined your seriousness and judged the honesty in your words. He leaned down, allowing his long pink tongue to loll out of his mouth. The moment it swirled around your areola, he gave a low moan that sent tingles down your spine. He tongued both nipples and licked all around before opening his wide mouth to take as much inside as he could. He suckled strongly and you cradled his head to you with whimpers of delight, the sensation too much and yet not enough.

With a deep groan, he pulled away from your breasts and latched onto your mouth. Dear god, could the man kiss! He was thorough in his exploration, learning your lips and tongue and teeth. You cupped his chiseled cheeks in your hands as you kissed him back fervently.

Your panties were growing damper by the second and you decided that you might die if he didn’t sample the wetness between your thighs. That tongue was magic and you just knew he would wring so much pleasure from you. When his lips began a trail of descent, you wanted to cry in relief. He hooked his fingers in your waistband and then caught your gaze.

“Ya did say I could taste whateva I like…”

You nodded eagerly and he huffed a laugh at how you lifted your hips to help him remove your bottoms and underwear. Once you were completely naked, he leaned back to look you over. A full body blush began to work its way across your skin and he tsked at you.

“Ya got nothin’ ya be shy about. Yer so fucking gorgeous, baby girl,” he assured you. “Been dreamin’ bout eating this pretty pussy for awhile, now.”

You licked your lips and realized you were holding your breath. He hovered just over your mound, and you braced yourself for his first lick. When he opened his mouth, you bit your lip in anticipation. Then he spoke with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“Ya been dreamin’ bout it, too? Thinkin’ bout my tongue fuckin’ ya good and deep?Swallowin’ all those tasty juices, mmm,” his voice rumbled, “satisfyin’ this hunger I got fer ya.”

You bit your lip hard enough to break skin as a whimper came unbidden from your throat. A fresh gush of liquid seeped from your folds and he watched as it ran down to soak into your comforter.

“Well,” he murmured, “waste not, want not.”

With that, his tongue slid between your folds, straight up to your clit, and your head rolled back with a loud moan. He left not one millimeter untouched as he delved in and around, licking and lapping at every drop he pulled from you. True to his word, he stabbed deep within your walls, his own eyes shut tight in ecstasy as he savored the flavor of you. You had never felt so thoroughly fucked by someone’s tongue before. Your earlier observation was spot on as he quickly brought you to a thigh shaking release. You tried to remember how to breathe as he kept up the momentum even as you came back down. Flicking your clit and sucking it gently, then licking hard and fast, he kept you constantly on the edge. He didn’t let up until you came in his mouth a second time, hips bucking and his name a prayer on your lips.

“Raphael, I-oh god-I don’t know what to say…”

The brute smirked as he wiped his chin, “Good. If I’m doin’ my job right, ya shouldn’t be able ta talk.”

You managed a breathless giggle, then motioned lazily towards his pants.

“Off.”

He raised one brow ridge.

“C’mon, off,” you repeated, a little more firmly.

Raph grinned, “Yes, ma’am.”

He stood and shoved his pants and boxer briefs to the floor, enjoying the way you balked at the monster jutting from the apex of his thighs.

“Fuuuuuck me,” you whispered.

“Oh, I will, baby.”

Climbing back up on your bed, he knelt between your legs and scooped up your backside in one massive arm. Your calves came to rest on his shoulders as he aimed the tip of his large cock at your entrance.

“I’ll go slow, try not ya hurt ya,” he promised, easing in a couple of inches.

He paused and watched your face carefully. You wore a pinched look at first, mentally coaxing yourself to relax. He didn’t move again until your expression softened. It was stop and go for several minutes as he allowed you to adjust to his intrusion. Finally, his balls bumped up against your bottom.

Raph nuzzled your neck, keeping the one arm around your hips and the other tangled in your hair. He trailed kisses along your jaw, landing on your lips that you opened without hesitation. You sucked your own juices off his tongue, feeling dizzy and out of control. He pulled his hips back and slammed forward, tightening his arm around you as he hilted. He kept his thrusts tight and controlled, kissing you messily in between harsh huffs of his breath. You knew as orgasm number three tightened your core that he had ruined you for anyone else.

“Raph! Oh!”

“That’s it, cum fer me again!”

You obeyed with a strangled shout, bearing down on his cock as this release drained the last bit of energy you had left. You were somewhat limp in his arms as he sped up and spilled his own seed hotly within your walls.

“That was…..dammmnnn.”

“Hell yeah, it was,” Raph chuckled as he gathered you into his arms. He managed to get you both under the covers. After a moment of catching your breath, you turned your head to look at him and found his eyes already on you.

“Will you stay?” you asked in the quiet dark.

Raphael pressed a firm kiss to your mouth before answering, “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

You cleared your throat and finally said the words that you had been holding in for months now, “Raph, I…I love you.”

“I’m one lucky bastard, then,” he said. “I, uh, ya know?”

When you waited silently, he sighed and made himself speak, “I love ya, too.”

It was only a few minutes before the big guy was snoring in your ear and you were slipping out of his arms to go clean up in the bathroom. When you came out, you heard his phone ding with a text. Afraid that it might be important, you fished his phone out of his pants pocket and saw that it was Leo.

Fearless: U ok?

Raph’s phone: Hey Leo it’s y/n. Raph is with me. He's asleep.

Fearless: In your bed?

R.P: Yes

Fearless: Behaving himself?

R.P: Good night Leo

You giggled as you climbed back into bed, plugging your own phone into your charger. Even in his sleep, Raph grabbed you and pulled you closer. You snuggled in and were nearly asleep when your phone dinged. Annoyed, you grabbed it but saw a text from Leo’s girlfriend that made you grin.

L.G: 🍆?

Y/n: 💋👅🍆!

Then, you silenced your phone and drifted off to sleep in his arms. ♥️

😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴😴

“What did she say?” Leo asked, exasperated.

His girlfriend laughed out loud as she read your text.

“Oh, I think they are gonna be just fine,” she smirked. “Now, stop worrying about your brother and worry more about this.”

She slipped a hand down and parted her petals with two fingers, and Leo forgot about everything else but enjoying his after dinner treat. 💙

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[harlowsbby]

A fluff: Jack and the reader spending the day decorating their first apartment together for Christmas.

Be mine this Christmas

You loved Christmas you weren’t sure what it was about it but you loved and adored Christmas. The entire week you spent at target getting Christmas decorations for Jack and You to put up this weekend.

Now that it was finally Saturday you laid out all of the decorations out on the living room floor, while Jack put together the Christmas tree.

“Baby are you sure a 10’ tree was necessary? It’s so big I’m surprised I was able to put it together.” Now why would he even ask that he knew how much you loved the holidays.

“Yes it was necessary remember Christmas is at our place this year and we have to make sure everything is perfect.” You started wrapping around a few lights around the tree, the color for the tree this year was a blue, white and silver themed. You spent hours in target making sure you found the perfect Christmas ornaments.

“I honestly don’t even wanna know how much any of this is.” Looking over at Jack you saw him inspecting a few of the decorations. “Well everything was a bit pricy but isn’t it worth it to the see the smile on my face?” You pouted he rolled his eyes but nodded his head.

“I guess it is worth it, what are we putting on next?”

“Well I just finished wrapping the tree with the lights so we can start hanging the ornaments baby.” Jack smiled and took a few pictures and videos of you here and there, he found it cute how you had to stand on the chair in order to reach certain places on the tree.

He played Christmas music and even put some cookies in the oven for the two of you to enjoy after you got finished. After a few hours the two of you finally finished and were now sitting on the couch enjoying your cookies and hot chocolate, when Jack noticed a box that wasn’t opened.

“Baby what’s in this box?”

“What’s in what box?”

“This one.” He picked up the mini box and brought it over to you before opening it and taking out the mistletoe you completely forgot you had ordered.

“Oh my mistletoe I forgot I had ordered that the other day, we don’t have to put it up I mean nobody exactly comes in here besides us.” You told him but Jack actually wanted to put it up.

“We can still put it up baby, let’s put it by the door so that way you always have a reason to give me a kiss when you come inside.” He grinned and went to attach the mistletoe near the door he stood back and looked over his work in approval.

“Come here baby I think it looks a bit crooked can you help me look.” You rolled your eyes playfully and got up making your way over towards Jack.

“It better not be crooked that was so much money.” Looking up you noticed nothing was wrong with it at all.

“Jack there isn’t anything wrong with it?” You looked at him and saw the big grin smudged on his face.

“You just fell into my trap so now you have no choice but to kiss me.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You stood on your tippy toes while Jack lowered himself down and rested his hands on your hips before giving you a kiss.

“Thank you baby I enjoyed that kiss very much.” You laughed and gave him a hug, the two of you wrapped up in one another.

“What do you want for Christmas this year Jack?” He rubbed his beard acting as if he was thinking long and hard about what he wanted.

“What do I want? Well I have everything I want which is you baby, you’re the greatest gift anybody can ask for.”

“Not you going soft on me now Jack.” He laughed and brought you closer into him if even possible.

“For you baby ima always be soft, I love you baby girl.”

“I love you too Jack.” Your moment was ruined when Jack for a incoming call. “Hello?” He answered the phone.

“Who is it?” You mouthed. “Urban.” You frowned he probably wanted Jack to come out tonight.

“No ima spend the night with my girl.. alright bye Urban.”

“You didn’t have to cancel on him you could’ve went out.” He smacked his lips and pulled you to the couch. “And miss watching the grinch with my girl? not a chance.”

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[writingseaslugs]

Heartslabyul: Holiday Special

These were supposed to be hella short and then I finished Riddle’s and they kept just getting longer and ya…I’m screwed. I have all the other dorms to do and I gotta make them just as long. Happy holidays guys, hope you enjoy these! None of these mention “Christmas” per say, but I do celebrate it and it has a lot of the traditions tossed in there.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul: Decorating

In Heartslabyul, the Queen has a ruling that there always needs to be decorations throughout the castle, for the month of December. When this ruling was formed, nobody really knows. However, it was a rule, and therefore enforced throughout the entire dorm. So, on December 1st, it was the official time to begin decorating the dorm in festive wintery themes.

Riddle Rosehearts

“So…what are we doing…?” You asked, approaching Riddle as you looked at everything going on in the dorm. Riddle had personally invited you over today, bright and early. The last thing you expected to see, was everyone running around like a chicken with their head cut off. That wasn’t too uncommon for Heartlabyul, but the odd decorations surely were a change.

“We’re decorating for the winter, of course.” Riddle said as he looked at everything needing to be done. He had a giant check list that he was going over, looking up at a few students to make sure they were doing things correctly.

“Oh…and I’m here for?” You asked, wondering what your task would be. Riddle finally looked up, acknowledging you with a soft smile.

“I’ll be needing help going through to make sure everyone is doing what they’re supposed to. You don’t have to come along with me.” Riddle explained, “There’s several things you can do to keep yourself entertained.”

“I think I’d rather spend that time with you. So, we’re just going to be walking through the dorm and making sure everyone is on task?” You asked, putting your hands in your pockets.

“That’s exactly what we’ll be doing, now come along.” Riddle said, holding out his arm. You swore you felt your heart leap at the kind gesture. You wrapped your arm around his own and began walking alongside him through the dorm.

Everyone seemed to be pretty on task, for the most part, as decorations were placed, tablecloths changed out, and candles set out to make the entire dorm smell amazing. You two stopped by the entrance leading into the common room, chatting before you could hear someone snickering.

You turned, noticing Ace standing there with a giant smirk on his face, “Oh, and please do tell me what’s so funny.” You said sarcastically to your good friend.

“You do realize that you and the dorm leader are standing underneath the mistletoe, right?” Ace teased; that’s when you and Riddle both realized that he was right. Above you was a giant thing of mistletoe. You could see Riddle’s patience wearing thin as he snapped at Ace.

“Who placed this here? The Queen’s ruling explicitly states no mistletoe within 100 yards of the nearest kitchen.” Riddle said, going over to take it down. Ace squeaked in surprise, realizing he had fucked up and was already running. Riddle was about to use his signature spell on him when you stopped the tiny tyrant.

“You know…it might be against the rules for the placement, but isn’t there also a rule that you have to kiss if found underneath the mistletoe?” You asked Riddle, innocently enough. He paused, before wracking through his brain. He sighed, a slight blush being replaced on his face.

“It is in one of the Queen’s winter rulings, but it doesn’t state if it applies to illegally placed mistletoe, so we can only assume the rule stands despite the circumstances.” Riddle said, as you were already grabbing his chin. He was cute when he talked a lot, but you just wanted to kiss him right now. You placed your lips against his own, loving the minty fresh hint to his breath as he gasped at the sudden kiss.

When you parted, your lips brushed against his own while you spoke, “There, we wouldn’t want to break any rules, now would we?” You teased.

Despite the flustered expression, Riddle nodded, “We wouldn’t want that…”

Trey Clover

The decorating party was going well and strong by the time you arrived over at the Heartslabyul dorms. Everyone was rushing around, trying to get things done. You just looked around, wondering where everything was. That’s when you felt a hand on your lower back, starting to push you forward.

“Whoa, hold up!” You said in surprise before turning and noticing Cater’s smiling face, “Oh, it’s just you Cater…what’s up?” You asked, starting to walk alongside him instead of being dragged.

“Nothing much, but you’re here to see Trey, right?” Cater asked, with a knowing look. You choked on air for a moment as you tried finding some excuse to come to Heartslabyul that wasn’t just you wanting to visit your crush. You ended up just groaning and shooting him a small glare.

“You caught me.” You said, Cater letting out a loud laugh as you two walked into the warm dorm. The cool air outside was nice and all, but there was just something different about how warm and toasty the inside was, with one of the fireplaces being lit to engulf a part of the dorm in a warm glow.

“I know, now come on, he’s in the kitchen.” Cater said, dragging you along. Soon you were at the door to the kitchen; Cater gave you a pat on the back, before leaving you with a small wave. You huffed before opening the door to the kitchen. It wasn’t a surprise to smell sweet cranberry pie being cooked, alongside a few other things.

“That smells amazing, Trey.” You said, coming into the kitchen fully and closing the door behind you. You noticed Trey was wearing a more festive apron this time around, it had a few snowflakes on it with something written. At the angle he stood, you couldn’t make out what it said.

“Ah prefect, I was wondering when you’d stop by. I was about to make some hot chocolate for everyone.” Trey said, and sure enough in front of him was a giant pot of boiling milk.

“You know there's tons of students in your dorm, right? You’re making it for everyone?” You asked, coming over to look at the freshly cut chocolate chunks. He was going all in on making it perfect. You also noticed the peppermint leaves sitting alongside it as well.

“I’ll have to make a few batches before I have enough for everyone…but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a cup while we wait for the rest of the milk to boil.” Trey said, mixing some of the chocolate and peppermint into the batch. You hummed, deciding to just watch as he made the drinks, straining the leaves and any excess chocolate chunks out for a nice and creamy drink.

You watched him do some magic to keep the batch hot while he made the rest. You then watched him grab two mugs and a ladle, quickly pouring some of the drink into the mugs. He added whipped cream, a few marshmallows, chocolate shavings, and the final touch was a cinnamon stick to stir with.

“You’re doing this for everyone?” You said, looking at the aesthetically pleasing mug. Trey smiled, looking at you with a mischievous grin.

“No, this is special for you.” He explained, making your heart soar. You squeaked out a small ‘oh’ as he handed you the mug. You took a sip of the hot drink, loving the flavor combinations; it had been so long since you had authentic hot chocolate you had forgotten what it tasted like.

“This is amazing Trey…thank you.” You said, watching him casually sip on his hot chocolate while leaning on the counter. He lazily stirred the hot milk mixture occasionally to prevent it from burning, but he just looked so calm at that moment. Then you noticed the apron he wore, and how you could finally read the words. 

Kiss the Cook.

An idea sprung into your head as you walked over to Trey; the man looked at you curiously as you set your cup down. You then grabbed onto the back of his neck, quickly bringing him down for a quick kiss. Trey froze for a moment, registering what you were doing before smiling into the kiss and returning it. It was short and sweet, and too soon you were parting.

“What was that for?” Trey asked and you snickered.

“Well, your apron said it…” You joked and Trey looked down at his winter apron. He huffed in amusement before looking back at you.

“It does…I will admit I’m happy you’re the only one who took it seriously and nobody else.” Trey confessed. You laughed, grabbing your cup of hot chocolate, before leaning on the same counter at Trey, your hips almost touching. This was fine.

Cater Diamond

“I can’t believe I got stuck doing this…again.” Cater complained. It was no surprise that he was the one who had to paint the roses once more. He was good with the spell, and Riddle trusted him not to miss anything. It didn’t mean he enjoyed it at all. The only plus side is he got to paint just the bases in a baby blue and then put snowflakes all over the bush.

“Maybe if you stopped being good at it, Riddle wouldn’t ask you anymore?” You said, stringing up a few snowflakes, while he did the painting. It was the least you could do, since you swore you’d rather die than grab a paint brush and do this manually.

“I’d rather keep my magic, thank you.” Cater said, painting another bush completely before turning to you, “Plus side, this totally is an aesthetic look for a winter themed photo shoot.” He suggested. He was being truthful about it, the ground has a thin layer of snow that you were certain was put there with magic. The world around you was white and had that soft, wintery glow to it.

“You suggesting we have a small photoshoot today?” You asked, Cater chuckled with a nod.

“Of course…I’m almost done painting. Just one more bush and then you put the snowflakes on them. Then we can take some amazing magicam photos.” Cater said; the motivation helping you speed along the task at hand. Soon enough, he had finished painting and you had two more bushes to decorate.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to grab something for the photos.” Cater said, his hand grazing the small of your back as he whispered it in your ear. You squeaked in surprise, not expecting him to suddenly be so close to you. You finally got your bearings together and shooed him off. Cater’s laughter rang through the rose maze as he left you. By the time you had finished putting the last few snowflakes on, you hear the snow crunching behind you.

You turned to see giant, fluffy white coats in his hands and a giant smile plastered on his face, “Figured it would be better to find the theme. They’re big enough that they should cover most of our uniform.” Cater said, tossing one to you. You hummed, putting the coat on. Sure enough the thing went down past your knees. It also helped keep you nice and warm; you didn’t realize how cold you were, until just now. Once it was secured you heard a flash going off and stared at Cater who took a candid photo of you.

“Can’t we at least pose for this?” You asked, with a soft smile. Cater chuckled, he grabbed your arm and dragged you to his chest. He then snapped another photo, catching your surprised expression as you fell into his arms.

“Candid photos are one of the in trends right now, you know.” Cater said, despite making faces and posing for a few selfies.

“Sure it is…” You said, watching him use magic to levitate his phone a little ways away from him,

“Now come over here so we can get more of the scenery in the photo.” He said, waving you over. You didn’t think twice as you walked over to him; you didn’t expect him to wrap a hand around your waist, another one on your chin as he laid a gentle kiss on your lips.

You were surprised at first before melting into the kiss, feeling his hot breathfanning over your face and the faint taste of cinnamon made you feel secure. When he pulled back, you could see his outstretched hand for the phone. You then realized, he took photos of you two kissing.

“Cater…you aren’t posting those…are you…?” You asked, knowing you two flirted but hadn’t actually committed to a relationship yet. Cater smirked, waving the phone in his hand, the photo on clear display.

“I thought it would be a nice little announcement post to make.” He admitted, making you suddenly feel all too warm.

“An announcement…Cater, are you asking me out?” You asked after a moment.

“Ah, you’ve finally figured it out.”

Ace Trappola

“This looks like a disgusting amount of work…” You said, looking at Ace; the poor boy was currently trying to shovel snow and he was doing a shit job at it. You could only see a small patch that wasn’t covered by snow in front of him. “You've been at this for how long?” You asked, noticing that if he didn’t scrape the area that the ice would make it was harder to walk on than just traversing through snow.

“I literally just started… Now grab a shovel.” Ace said, motioning to the other shovels. Apparently more than one person was supposed to be doing this, but currently only Ace was around.

“Hard pass; just looking at that makes my muscles hurt,” You quickly shot him down, smirking at his little glare; “Where’s everyone else? Shouldn’t you have more people helping you?” You asked, coming closer and crouching down to look at the ground. The snow wasn’t terribly deep, so it shouldn’t be too bad for him, but it would definitely take an hour or two of hard work.

“Everyone else was assigned different tasks…” Ace grumbled, but you just knew he was hiding something.

“Oh…is that really it?” You asked, urging him to continue. Ace rolled his eyes before kicking some snow over to you. You sputtered as it hit your face, before patting the snow off of your clothes.

“Riddle caught me tossing mistletoe wherever I wanted, this is punishment…” Ace said and you actually laughed. Of course Ace would do something like that; probably trying to catch unsuspecting students underneath one so he could be an asshole and tease them.

“Idiot.” You said, sticking your tongue out again. Ace shot another glare, before grabbing a large scoop of snow. You realized too late what he was doing as he approached you. You tried standing up quickly to move out of the day, but the ice beneath your feet had other plans as you slid back down. Ace laughed, before dumping a bunch of snow on you.

You let out an annoyed screech at the cold snow invading every crevice of your being. That was it…you grabbed a giant ball of snow, patting it together while Ace was so busy laughing at you. You managed to nail him right in the face, causing him to pause and stare off into space for a moment. You could see the cogs turning in his head before he realized this was a declaration of war.

Snowball after snowball was thrown, making the walkway to Heartslabyul way messier than it was before. The two of you laughed every time a snowball hit the other right in the face. You were freezing after half an hour from the snow that had gotten into your clothes. Your entire body shivering as you tried to continue hitting Ace, but your hands were slowly going numb.

Ace noticed you slowing down and came over, planning on dumping more snow on you before he realized you were shaking. He paused before letting out a long sigh, “If you were freezing you should’ve said something.” Ace said, looking at you. You squeaked, not knowing when he managed to sneak behind you.

“I was having fun…” You murmured, noticing Ace was now grabbing you by the arm and dragging you into the dorm. The moment the warm air of the dorm hit you, you sighed in relief. It stung slightly, but at least you wouldn’t be freezing.

“Stay here.” Ace said, taking off his boots and jacket and heading into the dorm. You wanted to say something, noticing how some of the snow on his clothes were coming off him as he walked through the halls. Still, you saw him coming back with some towels, tossing you one. You didn’t realize you were literally soaking from the snow.

Ace managed to lead you to the common room that was empty for the time being, everyone else being too busy. He sat you down and began patting you dry while you laughed. “Stop moving.” Ace grumbled, placing the towel over your face and wiping away snow. He revealed your face, giving you his killer smile.

“I can’t help it, it’s tickling.” You said, watching him move the towel to your hands and he dried them off too. He noticed how cold they were, setting the towel down, before grabbing both your hands and bringing them to his mouth. He huffed some warm on your frigid hands, making you suddenly feel way too warm in your spot. Ace noticed how quiet you got as he looked up at you.

“Ya know, I put up the mistletoe so I’d have an excuse…but fuck it.” Ace said, cupping your cheek and dragging you down to meet his lips. Everything about Ace radiated warmth and you melted into the kiss, leaning forward and enjoying how his lips worked against your own. That’s when you heard some coughing from behind you, stopping you. 

You looked over and froze at seeing Riddle, tapping his foot on the ground as he looked at you two, “Is there a reason the front of the dorm looks like a warzone?” Riddle began; you and Ace looked at one another, as you noticed you were fucked. You both just turned and gave Riddle a sheepish smile, making the dorm leader sigh in annoyance.

Deuce Spade

“Ace!” You called out, walking past the disaster zone known at the Heartslabyul entry way. It looked like a snowball fight had broken out as Ace was reluctantly shoveling snow; probably as a punishment for something he did. “Where’s Deuce?” You asked once you were close enough you did have to yell.

Ace groaned as he dug the shovel into the snow and used it to lean on, “How should I know? I’m not his babysitter.” Ace said, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh so funny, I must’ve forgotten to laugh.” You said, “You live here with him, I expected you might have an inkling of where he is.”

“He might be in the attic, I think he was decorating the tree and ran out of stuff. Riddle will probably know…but why look for him when you can be helping me?” Ace said, motioning to the other shovels.

“Thanks, but I’d rather decorate a tree.” You said, waving him off as you entered the dorm. You didn’t see Riddle anywhere, but Ace was right, the tree was half decorated and the box next to it was empty. You made your way up the dorm stairs, finding the attic with relative ease. You opened the old door and peered inside, noticing some shuffling in the back.

“Deuce?” You called out, noticing a black head of hair poking up from the random items scattered about the attic. You walked over and saw Deuce going through a few boxes filled with…well a bit of everything. “What’s all this?” You asked, crouching down to see it all. 

“Good question…I’m just trying to find the other box of decorations and came across all this.” Deuce said, picking up a random gear that was thrown into the box.

“Looks like something that belongs in Ignihyde’s basement…they’re spare parts?” You concluded and Deuce nodded.

“I’m not sure, but there’s a lot of stuff like this in here. I found another box filled with bolts and gears.” Deuce said, motioning over to another box that was neatly placed above the others.

“Huh…wonder why that’s here?” You asked, Deuce shrugged.

“From what I know, it’s the Queen’s rule that the attic can only be cleaned every seven years, so Riddle hasn’t been allowed to do it since he became dorm head. I think he was saying next year would be a deep clean, so the boxes up here haven’t been touched in like six years.” Deuce said, you were now intrigued.

“So people just put boxes of random shit up here and it stays for seven years?” You asked and Deuce nodded.

“It’s an event that lasts a week, apparently, they go through everything and organize it based on the contents, then decide if it should be kept or tossed. Not looking forward to that next year…” Deuce said, you couldn’t blame him. Spring cleaning always sucked, and going through a seven year old basement, seemed like a nightmare.

“I bet you could totally make something out of these though.” You said grabbing what looked to be a small wheel. Deuce perked up at that, taking the wheel from your hand and tossing it in his hand.

“That’s the plan, I could probably make a mini model of a Blastcycle out of these parts.” Deuce said with a giant smile.

“I bet you could! If you do, you’ll have to show me once it’s finished…wait is that…” You said, your attention being drawn to another box. The colors looked similar to the ones Heartlabyul was using to decorate the dorm. Deuce noticed it too as he looked over, perking up as he moved over and grabbed the box. Sure enough, the contents inside were all winter decorations.

“Finally found it; I’ve been looking for hours now.” Deuce said, grabbing the box and standing up, “Did you want to help me decorate the tree?” he offered.

“Hell yes!” You said, standing up and looking over Deuce. He looked so excited at the moment; both at finding what he was looking for, and the prospect of getting to make something. You couldn’t help it as you walked over to him, “Hey, Deuce, turn towards me for a second.”

Deuce didn’t question it, turning his head just in time for you to give him a quick peck on the lips. He gasped, almost dropping the box as he looked at you with wide eyes, “W-what was that for?” he managed to ask, red in the face, almost matching Ace’s hair.

“You looked really cute just now, I couldn’t help myself…now come on, let’s go decorate the tree!”

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Okay uh...this is the first time I'm requesting any egos but I just have to. You're the best writer for them I've ever had the pleasure of reading from. So I'm thinking maybe some Yancy and reader (preferably if they're from Heist) pulling some shenanigans around Happy Trails and slowly Yancy realizing his feelings? The shenanigans can involve the guards, Yancy's friends, or even the warden!

"Came for the accent, stayed for the crisis."

In which Yancy and a convicted thief run their own April Fools' Day. 

TW: cursing

Pages: 20 – Words: 8,500

[Requests: OPEN]

The sounds coming from the corridor may have made any outsider think this was a theme park, which, while not all that different in context, was incorrect - if only for the fact that the rollercoasters, ring-toss games, and Ferris wheel were swapped out for sticky tables, rusty metal bars, and subpar plumbing. These may not have been mutually exclusive, but in Happy Trails Penitentiary, you would have better luck tracking down a perfectly innocent prisoner than a waffle. Or, for that matter, someone who wanted to be free. 

Happy Trails was notorious for being one of the only prisons in all of America that nobody wanted to leave. It wasn’t any different, there was still a fair amount of police brutality and a difficultly established hierarchy, but there was one thing that no other jail had that this one did. 

And that was not a something, but a someone: a young man who went by the name Yancy. 

Despite him having spent the majority of his life in a cell, nobody knew if that was his real name, or just a random thing someone had given him once. By the accent, he definitely wasn’t an Englishman, but that, too, was up to interpretation. Some said he was from Ohio, some said from Boston, but all agreed that it didn’t matter anymore. He was in Happy Trails Penitentiary, now, so who cared where he was born? 

Thus, this became his home. Yancy spent his days and nights in the confines of the walls, and he cherished the moments he spent with his friends, hell, family. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t leave, nor that his choices were limited in a lot of things, because he was with the people that he loved doing the things that he loved. It was a difficult task to imagine life outside, and it only sweetened the deal when you arrived. 

You knew next to nothing about prison-life when you first got kicked up the ass here, which, granted, was a lot more than he could say for your friend. You were a confusing pair, to say the least, but he wasn’t sure if you would adjust well. At first, admittedly, you didn’t; you picked fights and messed with the guards, and when your friend disappeared? Hell had no fury like you scorned. Yancy didn’t even know if you were still at the prison with how often you were chucked in solitary. 

Eventually, though, you settled down. You seemed to realize that this was where you were, and there was no changing that. You chilled out, got better, tried making conversation. Yancy was the first to welcome you properly, because he’d been where you were. A freshly-sixteen high school dropout was like early Christmas for the prisoners, until he found his group and made the place more homely. There was no denying the stray convicts who could make your life hard if you got on their bad side, but the vast majority were small time criminals who just didn’t want to leave. 

After your botched heist, you fit right in. 

And, yeah, you might be asking how this whole origin story resulted in yourself and Yancy getting chased down the hallway by the prison’s Warden, himself adorned in a pink afro, sunglasses, and the loudest shirt on the market. You weren’t exactly sure, either, but that didn’t stop you from squeezing Yancy’s hand and pulling him through a doorway. Your state-issued shoes clacked against tile, squeaking giving you away in a heartbeat. The sleeve of your jacket whipped past the Warden’s hand, and yet, against the prospect of being caught, a smile dashed across your face. It matched the one on Yancy’s mouth, soon to be interrupted by an accented laugh. 

You nearly let out a ‘woohoo’ in excitement, but you considered that too far, and you needed to catch your breath enough to get back to the Warden’s office. That thing was a fort right now, both of your faces were beet red from the running, amongst other reasons, and you were becoming awkwardly aware of your grip on Yancy’s hand. Getting caught was not an option, lest you wanted to face a month of solitary for this stunt – even though it was probably warranted. 

It all began at the very start of this morning when the sun barely peaked past your barred window and the guards had yet to wake everyone else up. You treasured this period, because it was the only time you were given free reign of what to do. Sure, during free time you had things to do, but you had to be doing things, whereas now was the perfect time to lay in bed, staring up at the top bunk and be at peace. A yawn broke the silence from that very place, but you considered the source to be the only thing that made a shorter rest worth it. 

“G’morning,” Yancy called sleepily. Even as early as this, his drawl was still present. 

Your response was more chirpy than usual, “Good morning, Yancy.”

His eyebrow’s rose unwittingly as he swung his legs over the side of your bed. “What’s got youse all hyped up?” He couldn’t think what made this day special. It wasn’t visitation day, it wasn’t Christmas, and it definitely wasn’t your birthday – so what was he missing? 

“Because,” you practically sang, strapping on your shoes and tying your jacket around your waist, “today is the first of April.”

Before Yancy’s feet could touch the ground, you secured your hands on his shoulders and grinned. He might have been scared had he not trusted you with his life, so he just returned the smile in appreciation of your mood and rolled up his own sleeves. 

For a second, you were confused. You didn’t expect much, maybe a laugh or a little sound of realization, but Yancy didn’t seem to know anything about what you were talking about. 

“April Fool’s Day,” you stated. 

His expression only shifted into concern. 

You, albeit overdramatically, gasped and moved your hands from his shoulders to cradle his jawline. “Yancy, have you never heard of April Fool’s?”

Not giving him time to respond, you assumed he hadn’t and knocked your forehead against his. With your eyes closed, you failed to notice the flush that exploded across his cheeks, the color blooming like a flower where your breath touched his skin. 

“What are we going to do with you,” you muttered, and by this time, Yancy’s entire face was beet red. He could say the same to you because this was not entirely out of character for you. You always had been touchy with him after becoming friends, and five months was enough time for this to be habit. 

He was stuck in this purgatory until you finally stepped back, not removing your hands however, and exclaimed, “You’re coming with me!” 

Bluntly, he replied, “What?”

“You’re coming with me.” Although you didn’t expand on that idea, you still took Yancy by the elbow and tugged him towards your corner. A while ago, you had designated the two available corners of the room for personal belongings, and yours had stayed concealed by a blanket for the past week. It had worried him slightly, but the guards were unperturbed, so he thought it fine to not ask any questions. Coming towards it now, though, he wished he had. 

“Prepare to be amazed,” you whispered, and you grabbed a corner of the fabric. 

In one, fluid movement, you ripped it away and threw it back onto your bed, revealing below what could only be described as an armada of materials. Yancy was stunned, and he stood completely still with his arms hanging limp for the next few seconds while he took in the pile. 

Multiple folded bedsheets made the foundation - some spotted, some plain, some covered in either blood or grenadine from the kitchen – followed by cans of neon paint and bags of fake moustaches on top. This, accompanied by a worrying number of handy tools, gave him pause and reason to ask, “Was’ all this for?”

Your grin grew manic in the short amount of time for you to remove a paint can without everything clattering to the ground. “This,” you lugged it to the desk, “is what we’ll need to enact the best pranks anyone could think of in a prison.” By the blank look on his face, Yancy still hadn’t a clue what you were talking about, so you started to explain.

“April Fool’s Day is celebrated by, uh, not a lot of people,” you admitted, “on the first of April every year. Nobody really knows where it came from, but that doesn’t stop it from being one of the most fun holidays in the year or me from going all out.” You removed a paintbrush from the stack of tools sitting next to the mismatched pile, and, after peeling the can open, dipped it in.

Yancy edged into view, slotting between the bunk bed and the desk, to ask, “Don’t you think we’re gonna get in trouble for dis?” 

You laughed, looked at him, and he quickly found comfort in your reassuring smile. It was like a tender fire sparking in the dark, a campfire that he could curl up next to and fall asleep until the next day. This tended to happen a lot, and it’d picked up recently, like the wind warning of the future. He didn’t want it to be a bad sign, so he stuck with what he knew; it made him happy to see you smile, he liked being happy, so he liked you, and there was nothing more to it. 

“We might.”

His smile wavered. 

“But you don’t have to worry about that.” You bounced towards him and tapped his jaw. “I’m an expert at this.” 

He had to trust you, it wasn’t as though he had a choice in the matter, anyway. A long time ago, he had decided that whatever you were doing, it would be fine in the end. Letting his shoulders and smile relax into a more natural one, he teased, “Like you were an expert at heists?” 

“Hey—” you flicked neon paint onto his shirt, staining it a slight green, “—I am an expert at heists, I got that part down to a T, I just don’t know how to pilot a helicopter.” 

“I think that’s part of the heist.”

“Nah,” you shrugged and did your best to reseal the paint can, mostly hitting it with your fist until it was in the rough shape it had been at the beginning but with a brush sticking through a hole. 

Yancy let one last, boisterous laugh through his lips, before you started to delve into the plan. 

You would admit that your plan seemed farfetched when you first brought it up to your cellmate and ironing out the details and getting the logistics down was a chore, but Yancy was quick to offer up his help. You appreciated it, trying to not let it slip that he lowered the risk of you getting caught a significant amount, and you reconstructed the plot to include the favors of his connections. Your improv skills had degraded since getting incarcerated, but that heist was a thing of beauty if you considered the need for thinking on your feet – which, you did. Half of that thing didn’t even have a plan, it was just ‘get in, get out, go home’. You faltered at the ‘go home’ part, of course, but you digressed. Your improvisation skills were needed now, and you had employed them well by the time of the breakfast bell. 

Keeping maniacal giggles to a minimum, you were the one to pull Yancy towards his main table, where his group of friends met you. None of them had the full picture, except for yourself and the ringleader, so they were all giddy with anticipation. They asked questions about who the victim was, why you’d chosen them, and you tried your best to answer them without giving too much away. Yancy, meanwhile, was somewhere else. 

Conducting the plan had been like a script – it was easy, efficient, and only needed muscle-memory from him to work fine – and that meant his mind was left to its own devices as his body helped you out. Every time you turned to him or asked him over your shoulder to pass him a screwdriver, he couldn’t take his eyes of you. He flailed his hand for the tool and handed it to you soon after grasping it, just so that he could watch you work. It was a reward for a duty he was unaware he had performed, but he must have done it well, because what a reward you were. Your company alone made his heart flutter, and he considered a doctor’s visit when your hands brushed. He ignored that they were breaking a lot of the prison’s rules, and, instead, the only thought at the front of his mind was that this, spending time with you… it was nice. 

“You ready, Yancy?” 

He blinked. Returning to the present, he waved away those feelings and moved his attention to his friends, including you, who were looking at him in excitement. 

Not sure what he was agreeing to but placing all trust in you, he nodded. 

Immediately, you pounced off the table, a tiger on the hunt, and everyone else watched on. Your shoes skidded against the tile as you carved a path to a particular guard. He stood alone, and, just as you had arranged, next to the breaker. Poor choice of the prison to put the box in the cafeteria of all places, but you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so you nodded to the man and twisted on your heel to watch the hall. 

Chatter dropped, rose, and then dropped again, as if in sync with the flickering of the lights, before it flipped on its head – the fluorescent bulbs completely cut out, but a panic swirled. Guards, prisoners, even Warden Murder-Slaughter himself came out of his office and exclaimed some southern curse. It didn’t demand all of the attention, though, because that belonged rightfully to the spider-webbed convict leaning against one of the walls, helpfully, in the center of the room.

Jimmy the Pickle was your victim, and to answer Tiny’s question, he deserved your first prank of the day for punching one of your only friends through a goddamn wall. You would have done worse, but then you’d never have met Yancy and the gang, so you had some things to thank him for. Not enough to get him completely off the hook, of course, so a little neon paint was light punishment. 

A myriad of doodles and names adorned his body – more befitting of a graffitied high school yearbook – but the swirly mustache, horns and ‘nerd!’ worked here, too. 

From his seat atop the plastic table, Yancy could only watch the Jimmy’s reaction, mainly of confusion and then immediate rage as he stomped off to find whoever did this to him. Luckily, it was in the opposite direction to you, who was rushing over in quick step to slide next to him. Even coated in shadows, you were unabashedly red, and, when you turned to meet Yancy’s gaze, grinning ear to ear. If you weren’t in public, you’d be laughing like a maniac. The hushed chortles were evidence of this. 

“That was amazing,” you sighed, once the lights crackled to life and the restless gossip of the prisoners returned to normal. 

“We doing another one?”

Yancy’s eagerness caught you off guard, as did his sudden proximity to you. You didn’t know why he was so ready to pull another prank, but you decided that, if he was having fun, who were you to put a stop to that? All he was asking was to pick up the pace, and to deny the sparkle in his shimmering eyes was to deserve the death sentence. 

“Sure,” you conceded, “gimme a second to grab the blankets.” With that, you sprinted off again, almost stumbling over your own feet to get back to your cell.

His eyes trailed after you, fighting back the instinct to catch you with how many times you nearly tripped. You were worryingly similar a newborn deer – no control over your feet and even less knowledge of your surroundings. It was a strange and unfamiliar impulse that pushed him to lean forward on his seat, but a well-known pressure on his shoulder kept him down. 

Sparkles McGee peeked into view on his left. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, boss,” he joked, though there was the underlying tone of not joking. 

“Whady’a mean?”

“I mean, your new ‘pal’.” 

Having been practically raised inside the confines of a prison, Yancy wasn’t all that good at social cues. Sarcasm was difficult for him, bluntly told jokes he had a hard time figuring out, but the jumping of Sparkles’ eyebrows and the wink upon saying ‘pal’ didn’t leave much up to interpretation. That blush from earlier returned tenfold when he realized what his friend was insinuating. 

“I-It ain’t like that,” he responded quickly, but he didn’t entirely believe the words coming out of his mouth. 

“Uh-huh,” Bam-Bam joined in with a poorly disguised giggle, “and you don’t look at them like a love-sick puppy.” 

“I don’t!” It came out much more defensive that he had meant, but it was still the truth, wasn’t it? 

Tiny’s hand came to rest on his upper arm before she whispered, “Yancy, it’s okay.” 

“We’re just friends, guys,” Yancy still persisted, and he took off from the surface before they could think to stop him. Standing tall in front of his group, shoulders levelled and voice as sturdy as he could get it, he wished them a good breakfast and all but fled the cafeteria, hands tucked in his pockets and a scowl on his face. 

For the better half of an hour, he took to wandering around Happy Trails. He trusted his feet to take him wherever they felt he should go, while his mind relayed the conversation. He wouldn’t lie to himself, right? What point was there to convincing himself that he didn’t have feelings for someone – there wasn’t one, so, clearly, he didn’t have any to hide in the first place. To him, that made the most sense. Of course, his stomach flipped, and his heart pounded whenever you were around, he would risk ten years of solitary to stand close to you, and he was pretty sure he saw heaven in your eyes, but that didn’t mean anything special, right? Just plain old friends.

Why did it hurt to say that?

“Hey, Yancy!” 

Ordinarily, he would be annoyed at someone interrupting his brooding, but tilting on his heel revealed it was you who called his name. 

Yancy let a grin spread across his mouth while you bounded up to him. If anything, you’d be the puppy in the relationship – but you weren’t, because it wasn’t like that.

Skidding to a stop, you looked out of breath. A sudden fear of you running a fever toppled him, and he brought a hand to your forehead with little forethought. You weren’t too hot, but you should have gone to the medical bay, all the same.

“I’ve been looking for you,” you huffed, one half out of fatigue and the other out of annoyance.

“Ah, sorry,” he muttered. He didn’t expand on it, and you didn’t press, so you just moved on to shoving a pile of blankets into his arms. They were surprisingly soft for being in a prison, but, then again, he hadn’t a clue where you had gotten them from.

“I took them from the Warden’s office.”

Oh. Well, that was that. It explained where you got them, but it also made fear flicker about in his mind. The Warden would surely notice they were gone, what if you were caught, taken to solitary confinement, chucked out of the prison altogether? Just the thought shocked him to his core, and he stayed completely paralyzed while his thoughts ran wild. 

As if you could sense his inner turmoil, you pressed your hands against his jawline – a habit you’d long since picked up to calm him down. 

“Yancy, we’ll be fine,” you promised, “it’s just a bit of fun, we’re not gonna do any serious damage to the place. It’ll all be back to normal tomorrow, so the Warden won’t have anything to be mad at us for.”

Goddamn your reassuring smile, there it was again! Saving him like a knight in shining armor in his time of need. 

After taking a few deep breaths, he nodded back to you, making eye contact and avoiding biting his lip. 

Another laugh from you. “There you go, Yancy!” Another knocking of your foreheads. Another blush. 

There was a moment in the day when everyone was on edge. For the past few hours, a group of people were protected at all times. Now, however, nobody was safe. They’d glance up at the ceiling, waiting for the tiles to give way and unleash hell – they’d train their eyes on every exit and entrance as if daring a biblical flood to rush through – they’d mutter to themselves about who they thought the next victim would be, and send pitiful looks to the poor soul. 

The blindless a thief experienced was burned into his memory, his assumed death playing heavy before he had been able to throw the bedsheets off of himself. One of the guards still stared scrutinizingly at her fellows for any sign of them actually being a prisoner in disguise, and the general consensus of treating this like an infiltrated war base had been reached after the guard dogs were released on the officers’ private quarters. Any trust between each other had crumbled to the ground due to the actions of two wayward convicts. Yancy and yourself became names to fear amongst most of the occupying forces, to the point that Yancy’s gang had been separated and sent to their cells to stop them from conspiring with you. It was havoc, and there was just one more idea bouncing around that would be the end-all-be-all of the night. 

“Yancy, I have a plan—” you swung yourself up to his bunk, “—and it’s gonna be amazing.” 

While you made yourself comfortable, your cellmate leaned against the wall with his arms behind his head, trying his best to appear relaxed. The events of the day took a toll on his heart rate, but that wasn’t exactly a bad thing. His first attempt in April Fools’ Day had been a raging success, not only in the pranking department, but in the, well, you department. Nearly every second had been spent with you, laughing about people’s reactions, and plotting your next mission, you leaning in just close enough that he could feel your breath on his ear as you whispered the best ideas. What made it all better was the fact that, even though you both knew you could do this alone, you had chosen to do it with him. A grin stretched across his face as he thought back on how many times that you’d asked him to do the little things, like passing him items or giving him a leg up. All those times that you could have just improvised, but you didn’t; you chose him.  

However, as much as he was still trying to appear relaxed, it was becoming considerably harder to do so when you found that the comfiest place to be was slotted between his legs and looking up at him from his lap. You didn’t seem to mind the proximity, going so far as to push yourself further up him, but Yancy was certainly aware of your arms resting beside his thighs and the pressure of your head on his stomach. Now, it was a harder venture not to flush. 

“So,” you began, and he was suddenly reminded of why you were in this position in the first place, “this is me spit balling, feel free to chime in with stuff, but I think we should go after the Warden.” 

A grimace overtook his face. He usually loved your ideas, but the Warden? Number one, it was unimaginably dangerous, and, number two, he had his own reservations over risking his relationship with the man. It was no secret that he was the closest thing Yancy had to a father figure, and, as much as he hated to admit it, he relied on the Warden as a backbone. Take away him, and all of his confidence would go down the drain in a second. On the other hand, though, this was you. Yancy could trust you, he was certain of that, and what reason did you have to put him in the line of fire? 

The internal conflict must have been visible on his face because you were quick to bring your hands to his jawline and smoothen out the stubble. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you pointed out in the softest tone you could muster, “I just think it would be nice to go out with a bang. It’s your choice.” 

It was at that second that - with you staring up at him, calloused hands pressing down on his jaw, the assuring twitch of your mouth, and the gleam of rigid determination in your irises – Yancy came to a revelation. It wasn’t sudden or surprising, it was more like when you zone out in a car and then notice that an hour has passed and you’re already there. Like expected clarity. 

Yancy would do anything, as long as it meant being with you. 

Now, he wasn’t entirely sure what that meant in relation to anything else, but this was an undeniable truth as stark as a glistening geode surrounded by rock. If that was all it was, then it was good enough for him, but if that meant something more, he wouldn’t fight it. How could he when it was someone like you?

This conclusion settled in his mind, he leaned forward barely an inch and pecked your forehead. “Youse is gonna be the death of me.” 

Despite the dusting along your cheeks, you laughed. The metal of the bunk bed almost seemed to get warmer with your unadulterated joy, and Yancy found himself unable to resist giggling along with you. His shoulders bounced, you smiled wider, and you only began to calm yourself down when you realized you hadn’t even told him the plan yet. 

“First of all, we’ll probably have to haggle for the stuff, but I think putting the Warden into 80s clothing would be a great time for everyone.” It was anyone’s guess as to where you came up with this stuff, but he nodded along anyway. “We could go for a wig, those stupidly curly ones that you can stick a comb in—oh, and if we can, we should try and get a pair of roller-skates on his feet, ‘cause it’d be really funny, and—” 

Your mouth was moving, and sound was coming out of it, and you were making your plan up on the spot, but Yancy paid it little mind. He was focused on the way that you shifted as you talked; your hands moved centimeters at a time, like you were subconsciously acting it out as you went, your fingertips pattering along his skin as you did so. While you spoke at a normal pace, the cogs in your head visibly spun a mile a minute behind your eyes. The determined gleam had shifted into passion, a look he’d only seen once before, and yet it was a very recent occasion. 

You’d been laying side-by-side in the air duct, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to walk underneath your blanket trap, when you’d filled him in on the traditions of other holidays not widely celebrated. Guy Fawkes Day, a lot of independence days, and pancake day, which was the only self-explanatory one out of the bunch you told him. All of these, you had inane knowledge on, but the look in your eye when you ranted about them had him drifting off, just like now, only to inspect the way it danced along the black and white ridges, disappeared under your eyelashes and…

He probably should have been paying attention. 

He only snapped back to reality when you were interrupted by a yawn. Your hand disappeared from his cheek, a sensation he felt his eyebrows fold in at, and covered your mouth. An attempt to continue was, again, cut off, and it only succeeded at making you more annoyed. 

“Youse, uh, youse sleepy?”

You shook your head, opened your mouth, and promptly yawned again. Yancy raised an eyebrow. You huffed.

“Nope,” you replied, and he waited for another sign of your tiredness. 

It came, and you were forced to accept that you may have been a bit fatigued by the day’s events. 

“We can go to sleep, if you want?” he offered. 

“But you don’t do pranks on the day after April Fool’s. It’s tasteless.” 

“Just a nap, then?”

“Yancy,” your tone was pleading but the intent wasn’t there. It dismantled seconds after he pulled those puppy-dog eyes, a tactic you were certainly familiar with after the many times you fell to it. 

And now would be no exception. 

Huffing, you slouched in your makeshift seat. Yancy’s striped sweatpants were surprisingly comfy for a prison uniform – or maybe that was just him. Either way, you were content to slip into a dream then and there, completely forgetting that you were still on Yancy’s bunk and him holding you up. Not that he minded; he, too, was happy to relax into the cushion, trying to avoid jolting you too much in your slept. Technically, it wasn’t lights out just yet, but your pranking had thrown everything into disarray. It would take a week to get it all back to normal, and the guards would probably stick you in solitary next year just to save themselves the pain. 

He laughed to himself, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. You were pleasantly warm against the cool air of the cell. What a panic you’d made – his little imp. 

He drifted off without pausing to think. 

To say that you were startled awake would be an understatement; your eyes blew wide, you fumbled in surprise, and your face almost made great friends with the concrete floor. If it hadn’t been for Yancy gripping your waist before you could fully fall out, the scheme from earlier would have all been for naught. Heart racing and breath still rapid, your gaze flitted from wall to wall, checking your supplies and wondering what the hell woke you up in the first place. 

Your answer came not a minute later, when an officer came strutting down the hallway with a baton that he was helpfully clacking against the bars with. The hallway was dim, and the rest of the prison was silent in your sector – it must’ve been lights out, if the guard yelling, “Lights out!” wasn’t anything to go by. 

Internally, you groaned. Had you missed your chance? God, and it would’ve been so fun, too. All people had were the memories of you two vaguely terrorizing the prison, not the big blow-out you had wanted. Your hair dusted against the wall as you flopped backwards. 

“It’s too late,” you muttered, disdain evident and disappointment lacing it all. 

In another scenario, Yancy would have grimaced and tried to raise your spirits. He would have told you about the songs he’d practiced, or the up-and-coming movie night the prison was planning. However, this was not another scenario. 

Instead of letting you wallow, Yancy dragged you with an arm around your shoulder down the ladder and onto stable ground. You moved like a fluid, as you always did when you were annoyed, and simply watched as he got to his knees and checked underneath your own bed. 

“I don’t think dust bunnies will help us,” you tried to joke, but it fell on deaf ears. Instead, Yancy was fixated on bringing forward the small lockbox he had stored down there since before you had arrived. He’d never had to use it before, leading it to be shoved right at the back. Even now he was having trouble finding it with the darkness of a sheltered hiding place. 

While Yancy ran his fingertips at the edge of the wall, you inspected your stash of equipment. This plan was a spur of the moment kind of thing, so none of what you had would be helpful, but the nap would have given someone time to steal what you rightfully bartered for. A quick glance over suggested nothing was off, though you didn’t remember getting pink paint, and you checked off your mental inventory as you went. 

“Ah,” Yancy mumbled, pushing himself out of the space and towing a medium sized box with him. Time must have meddled with his memory, because it felt slightly bigger in his hands than it had before. Then again, people had the poor habit of growing. Brushing the thought aside, he sat back on his haunches and clicked it open. 

“Uh…” 

Yancy wasn’t always this unsure, as if bravado was in his blood, but this definitely knocked him off his high horse. What should have been an unassuming lockbox with nothing but a few lighters, combs, and a jagged, old key, was, instead, full to bursting with bright clothes and accessories. If that wasn’t weird enough, it was exactly as you had described during your plotting phase; a curly wig, practically doused in pink, a flamboyant, open-chested t-shirt, and roller-skates. Sweat dripped down his back when he considered the implications, but you merely dashed forward and removed the afro. 

“This is great!” you exclaimed, swiveling to Yancy and wrapping your arms around him.

Yes, you were aware this meant someone had broken into your cell while you were sleeping, and, yes, you recognised someone overheard your entire plan, but did you care? Hell no! You had all the materials you needed to pull off your best prank yet, and if you found the person who provided them, you’d probably shake their hand and spare them from future endeavors. The best clue you had was the small, bright pink mustache painted on the inside wood.

A manic grin blazed across the bottom of your face, and you squeezed slightly tighter in excitement. He patted your back, less enthusiastic but happy that you were. He was more concerned with an intruder hearing last night’s – or this night’s – moment. Lips pursing and hands coming to rest on your waist as you pulled back, he wondered why he held it so close to the chest. 

“Come on,” you whispered. Your hand collected his, and, with the key in your other hand, you escaped your cell to wreak even more havoc.

 

A ticking of a clock pricked up the hair on his arms, the slow patter of rain outside the window tapping the inside of his ear, and every other little sound sending off warning bells in his mind. Warden Murder-Slaughter stared at the front door, as if his glare alone would keep him safe. It was the only defense he had – except for the wooden planks bolted to the windows and the dozens of locks on the single entrance. He couldn’t be blamed for his paranoia, if it could even have been considered that, as he’d seen with his own two eyes the consequences of not being vigilant, and he did not like what he saw. 

So, his eyes drying from not blinking, the Warden accepted having to be awake for the night, just to see himself make it to the next day. It would be the April 2nd, then, and he would be free to wander the halls of the prison like he owned the place, which he did, and it was shameful that he was forced into hiding in his own goddamn office. 

The burning embarrassment wavering in his chest didn’t stop him from flinched when knocks arose on the door. His hand twitched, he fought back blinking, and with the most confidence he could muster, the Warden called out, “Who’s there?”

A pair of shadows cast from underneath the door shifted. “Uh, just me, sir.”

The Warden wasn’t stupid; he knew that when people said ‘just me’ that it probably wasn’t just them. It did sound like one of his lackeys, but he wasn’t willing to take any chances with wayward prisoners on the loose. 

“And you would be?”

They made a sound of disappointment, like most of his staff did when he didn’t recall their name, though they answered all the same. “Jacob Dalt?”

“Middle name.”

Unseen, Jacob shook his head. The Warden had never been so paranoid, and yet, there he was, cornered into his office with the fear of God in his heart. "Markus."

“First pet’s name.”

“David.”

“Social security number.” 

“Sir!” The handle rattled and the door shook, but Jacob stayed behind the door. “Look, sir, if you don’t want to come out, that’s fine – but it’s getting late, and we’re all worried about you. You’ve been in there for the entire day, you haven’t even shouted at the guys upstairs for the lights, yet, and we know how much you love doing that. Just,” there was a vague fist hitting the door, “are you okay?” 

The Warden was pretty sure he could trust the boy, nobody could mimic the overzealous care of that guard, so he rose from his chair with a huff and dismantled all the checks and balanced he had installed to keep himself safe. It was a full minute before he swung the door open and waved him in. 

“Yes, I am fine,” he replied as he re-did all of the locks, “I’m just on edge.”

“I can see that.” 

Jacob flipped around with a concerned smile, while the Warden focused all of his energy on getting the door secured once more. Both of their backs were turned to the rest of the room, which meant more than a few things; the swiveling chair was unoccupied, the window was clear to the outside, and the vent above the desk was out of their view. It was flawless timing, and you didn’t even need to bribe a guard.

Encouraged by your descriptive hand gestures, Yancy dropped as subtle as he could to the worktop, hoping that his shoes wouldn’t make a sound and sprung to hide behind the fake plant in the corner. You pushed yourself out seconds after him, and, lucky for you, the clicks of metal against metal distracted the two others enough for you to hop to the ground and crouch in the leg hole. The sight of your partner was worryingly familiar to you, causing a twitch in your attention, but the spark of adrenaline burst through you in the next moment. 

After gently shoving the chair further away from you, you were able to listen in to the conversation. Nothing stood out to you much – the guard was talking about the Warden’s health and that of the prisoners – until all of the security measures had been returned and the boy offered a single piece of advice. Take a nap. It was perfect, almost too perfect, really, but as said before, you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, and it appeared neither would the Warden. 

The man, sighed, waved the officer away, and was forced to fiddle with the locks for a fourth time when he realized he had no way out. It only worked in your favor, because he was slowly getting more pissed off at the situation you’d worked to create. Proud was swelling in you, and you tried to remind yourself where you were so you wouldn’t get swept up in it all. You were in the middle of a mission, the chance of getting caught and Yancy’s reputation on the line. 

All the pieces lining up bolstered your confidence so much so that, when the Warden came to sit back in his chair, you didn’t move. Instead, you stayed flat against the wooden panel and steadied your breath as he flopped into the comfortable hold of old leather. You were tempted to grab ahold of his feet and yank, but the sane side of you told you it was beyond stupid. 

Yancy, meanwhile, was panicking. You weren’t even supposed to be out of your cell, much less the Warden’s office. If he were to find you, there would be hell to pay, and sweat dripped down his neck as he thought what would become of you. Solitary was a granted, but you might get kicked out onto the streets of normal society! He couldn’t imagine anything worse – although, he also couldn’t figure out why. He liked you, he knew that, but why did the mere possibility of being separated shake him so much? He had half a mind to rush out and distract him so you could escape, and it irked him that he didn’t know why it seemed natural, like there was no other choice for him. 

“Yancy,” a voice hissed at him. Heart thudding in the chest, he glared through the leaves only to see you waving at him from the side of the desk. The Warden had fallen asleep quickly, and, based on him sleeping through frequent rehearsals late at night, would continue to be until you woke him. 

Doing your best not to giggle too loudly, you withdrew the pink afro and sunglasses from your shirt, a moment for which Yancy made sure not to look. There it was again, something had changed and, for some reason, even though he’d seen you get changed plenty of times right in front of him, it was awkward to spot a single inch of your collarbone. Was he sick? Had he caught something from last night’s food? His mulling over left him dazed and delirious when you snapped your fingers to get his attention. 

“You okay there, Yancy?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, squatting to get on your level, “jus’ think I’m, uh, comin’ down with somin’.”

“As soon as we get back to our cell, you are sleeping for the next day and a half.” 

With tentative hands, he removed the Warden’s shoes and replaced them with the pair of roller-skates. It probably should have concerned him how well they fit, but he had learned not to ask questions by now. 

“And youse’d take care of me?” 

“Of course.”

Once everything had been properly settled onto the still-sleeping man, the two of you stood from the ground and stashed whatever he had been wearing before into the document cabinet. Your masterpiece was complete, and, now, it was just a matter of waiting until he woke up and left the room for the entire prison to see. You could get out the way you came in, so he wouldn’t be worried by any broken locks, and the sunglasses were the same weight and shape of his reading ones. This was perfect, this was the grand finale you had wanted, and you couldn’t have done it without Yancy’s help. 

You turned to him with a grin sweeping across your face. “Thank you,” you whispered, and leaned forward to lay a kiss across his cheek. 

Yancy’s heart thundered, his breath caught, and he almost felt his hands shake. 

But not from the kiss. 

It was from the Warden’s eyes snapping open with a look furious enough to frighten a crazed bull. It was maddened, inconsolable, and pointed straight at the both of you. 

Keeping the locks unbroken was thrown out in favor of bursting through the door shoulder first and flinging yourself down the hallway. It hurt like hell, sure, but the adrenaline lighting your veins told you to ignore it and just run, so you grabbed onto Yancy’s hand and did just that. 

The situation was manic, a feeding frenzy in an ocean of sharks. You tripped past the kitchen and the storage room, curbed through the washroom, and soon enough, found yourselves in your wing of the prison. It was nice to see Yancy’s friends as you ran by, Sparkless calling out your names like a commentator at a racetrack, and Tiny helpfully pointing to the man gaining on you. Bam-Bam made certain gestures towards you that Yancy caught, which both made him smile and explode in a furious red. 

The cafeteria was next on your hit-list, as you skidded between benches and leapt over tables. The Warden’s enraged shouts propelled you forward, though you didn’t miss yelling back remarks that only made him more annoyed. Your partner was just along for the ride, at this point, but he tugged you out of the way of a food cart as you ran. After sending him an appreciative glance, you made it out of the hall. 

A few guards peeked out of the staff room when you passed, the squeaking of your shoes making it difficult to be stealthy about this, but they preferred to exchange looks than interrupt… whatever it was that you were doing. They gathered it was something to do with the pranks, but the gleams in your eyes told a different story. 

With a final burst of energy, you swung Yancy into the Warden’s office and shoved the door closed behind you. The locks were useless, now, so you settled for vaulting over the desk and maneuvering it into a barricade. Yancy jumped to help, and you were quickly safe in the make-shift bunker. 

Flopping into one of the chairs, you sighed. That was… more eventful than you had expected, but it was good. Great, in fact! Reliving the glory days granted you the adventure you had been missing. 

From his spot leaning against the table, Yancy chuckled lightly, which turned into small laughs and then full-blown chortles. Never in his life had he imagined he’d be getting into pranking his surrogate-father, with you, no less. 

“That was…” he started, only to continue with giggles. 

You nodded before letting your head fall backwards. You might just join Yancy for the day and a half nap. 

After a few seconds, he regained his breath and spoke again, “I, uh, really enjoyed doin’ dat with you.”

“I enjoyed it too, Yancy.”

Your head propped up, wavering side to side, that feeling returned full throttle. It was the feeling when you’d been chased, sure, but there was something different about it. The warm wasn’t from his blood running through him, but a fuzzy, comfortable feeling – it was an emotion he wasn’t familiar with, and not being able to put a name to it was, well, annoying. He wanted to tell you how he felt, but describing it would be inefficient and, he feared, inaccurate. It was like a bunch of small emotions bundled into one, messy glob. Caring, joy, a little bit of worry. It made his heart sing and his face flush and his throat swell with all of the words he wanted to say but couldn’t. 

Coughing, he spoke, “And thank youse for doing it with me.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think dis’ is the best April Fools’ Day I’ve ever done, and youse didn’t have to take me along with it so, thank you.”

With a near-silent laugh, you made your way to sit next to him on the desk. The wood was kind of hard, but it made wrapping an arm around him that much easier. After the run, he was warm and stable.

“I should be the one thanking you,” you admitted, making Yancy look at you with confusion, “When I first came here, I was dead set on getting out. I thought that if I didn’t, then I’d be wasting away my life and betraying everything I’d worked for – and then I met you. You made it home, y’know. Now, eh, I’d much rather be here than in the outside world.” 

Yancy blinked, though, really, he wanted to jump and dance with you around the room. You wanted to stay for him. Not for the songs, or the free healthcare, for him. It might’ve been April Fool’s, but he was pretty sure it doubled as Christmas for him.

“Really?” he mumbled, and his eyes met yours. They were practically pools of sincerity, so vivid that there was a sheen of vulnerability over your irises. 

“Come on,” you pulled him close, “I came for the accent, stayed for the crisis.” 

It was a happy moment, so, so happy, that Yancy was furious he couldn’t express it with words. His mouth dried up and his mind flurried about like birds’ wings. You weren’t talking anymore, and it looked like you were about to pull away for a second. 

So, Yancy did the only thing he could think to do. 

The bone of your jaw was firm, the strands of your hair were soft, and the skin of your lips was delicate. Kissing you was something he had never imagined, and yet he couldn’t help but wonder why he ever held back. Carding one hand across the nape of your neck and the other secured around your waist, he poured all of his attention into the feeling of you against him. You pushed forward, and he did, too. It might’ve been the pounding of his heart or the banging of the Warden against the door, but he didn’t care! This perfect moment surrounded by chaos nestled into his memory, added to by the feeling of you smiling against his own mouth. Yancy held back a chuckle himself, before once more becoming engrossed in dancing with your lips.

It was in this moment that Yancy put a name to the emotion that had been stirring in him since the morning. Love – and the admission only had him leaning further in. 

You only broke apart because of the fatal flaw of human design – needing to breath, but even then, you went back in for another kiss milliseconds after catching air. Yancy was all but overjoyed to, not feeling bad about ignoring the Warden for the first time in his life. He had something better to attend to. 

However, that stance was changed slightly when the boards that used to be covering the windows crashed to the ground in splinters, followed by a body. Just one look at the wig and jacket, and Yancy was jumping to his feet and onto the chair you had abandoned. Thankfully, you had neglected to refit the vent, meaning it was easy for him to grab your hand and lift you towards the ceiling. When you were securely inside, he brought himself up, and you latched onto his arm to pull him towards you, barely missing the Warden’s hand by an inch. 

“So, again next year, then?” Yancy joked, to which you responded with a laugh and another short kiss on his lips, leaving the Warden’s southern curses to echo behind you. 

[Again, sorry for the lateness – I still hope you enjoyed this and our cute lil’ boy being all confused about emotions. I’m still not over him losing to Dark in the poll. I mean, yeah, I get it, but c’mon, how could they do this to the Boston boy??]

#yancy #iswm yancy #yancy the prisoner #yancy x reader #markiplier #a heist with markiplier #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier egos #x reader #April fools #pranks #longreads #request #reader insert #the knight market #theknightmarket

[rebellingstagnationblog]

So……........ I discovered the "ugly Christmas sweater" theme. Would the Geronimo Saga group wear sweaters of that style^^'? Negaduck too? Would Gosalyn give it to him? Or was it a Drake joke? Or was it Scrooge? (if you have reference images, the better^^')

Oh yeah! Ugly Christmas sweaters are big here 😂

I’m sure the Geronimo gang would all dress up in ugly Christmas sweaters one time. Just to say they’d done it. I have no vision of what anyone wears, so it’s dealer’s choice really. But I don’t think it becomes a tradition, even though Launchpad and Goofy have the time of their lives.

I think Negaduck would play the “nobody told me this was happening” card to try to get out of it. But Max had a sweater specially made for him, decidedly not ugly and Good Omens themed. Negaduck not only continues to wear it after the party, but asks every year if they’re ever going to wear ugly Christmas sweaters for the holidays again.

(There were no Good Omens Christmas sweaters when I did a cursory browse on the internet, which I think doesn’t show much foresight.)

#darkwing duck #negaduck #gosalyn mallard #scrooge mcduck #launchpad mcquack #geronimo series #max goof

[cabinofimagines]

A Play Of The Year

Happy Easter! and APRIL FOOLS! at least basically. This idea has been churning like rotten butter between me and Danny since Christmas last year. Don't worry and enjoy :) It's one of the more mm serious April fools fics we made thusfar.

Pairing: Platonic a bunch x gn reader or something Request: Can I count Danny letting me write this as one? Word count: 2.3 k I am so sorry Warnings: Proceed with caution if you have religious (christian) guilt I suppose, and not that this fic isn't meant as harmful towards those of christian believe, it's satire. The rest? you'll find out (nothing serious, the banner gives most of it away)

-Asnyox

Normally, besides an egg hunt or themed activity, you didn’t celebrate Easter. Camp Half-Blood simply didn’t care too much- so when Camp Jupiter invited most of the campers to their easter activities you were pumped. You weren’t entirely sure what was going to happen. But excitedly you signed up with a few of your friends, and went on a little road trip to get to Camp Jupiter. 

What you weren’t expecting was a play. Last time you checked, there wasn’t an open air stage at this camp, but when you sat down there it was. It wasn’t just a center stage- there were screens to either side, streaming what was happening on stage live. You spotted so many speakers. Nico sat next to you, with Will next to him, Percy and Annabeth were on your other side. You knew one secret, and that is that Leo was Mary. Apparently they had cast Reyna for the role, but as she was with the hunters she (surely with a heavy heart) asked Leo at the Waystation to fill in for her. Leo being the good friend he is, obviously agreed. You figured it would be pretty funny to seem him act.  

And as you watched the people slowly get into their seats, you realized the entirety of Camp Jupter and New Rome was going to see this play. It got you excited really, how good must this play be to amass this many people, but as you were about to voice your excitement Percy sighed from next to you. 

“I can’t believe I was forced to come to this because I was a part of the Legion once.” he said and Annabeth petted his arm. “It can’t be that bad, Perce,” she tried to console him, “See how many people are coming!” 

“But weren’t they all part of the Legions once?” Will asked, and Nico nodded. 

“Apparently Hazel and Frank had to put in a law for participation,” he explained, “because nobody ever showed up to watch the Easter play.” 

“What?” you balked, “Is it that bad? Why didn’t you warn me?” Nico smiled at you, clearly amused by your state. 

“Well, I figured I could force Will to come, but not you if you knew, besides you looked excited.” 

“I wouldn’t have if you had been honest with me.” you glared at him, “Why did you even come if it’s bad?” 

“Legal sibling obligation, Hazel’s in the play.” he explained, “Will’s my forced plus one.” Will rolled his eyes, but laughed. 

“Same as me,” Annabeth joined in, “Morale support for Percy. You’re the only one here of your own free will I’m afraid.” 

“Not for long, I’m leaving-” but before you got up, Nico grabbed your arm and pointed at the stage. 

The play was starting. 

The stage was empty as the lights flashed on. Hazel made her dramatic entrance onto the stage, to a mildly warm applause from the audience. It kept going until she raised both her hands, immediately silencing the audience. She started her speech.  

“A long time ago in a town called Nazareth there lived a young woman called Mary and a young carpenter called Joseph.” As Hazel moved to the side, two people who you assumed to be Mary and Joseph entered onto the stage. With their entrance, the background of the stage went from neutral to a more sunset like atmosphere, allowing you a good look at the new characters. 

Leo Valdez, who you knew was Mary, wore a beige dress, and a blue cloak over his head and shoulders. Somehow he was certainly looking as if he was going through tough times. Funnily enough, his performance was complimented by Bobby, Jason’s friend who took care of the elephants. They slowly walked across the stage, where Leo- sat on a stool, as Bobby kept walking and exited from the stage. Hazel continued her narration. 

“They loved each other very much and they also loved God very much. Mary of Nazareth was very special because God had chosen her to be the Mother of His Only Son. God sent the angel Gabriel to ask Mary if she would be the Mother of God.”

Blaise, son of Vulcan, was lowered onto the stage, gigantic wings on his back and for some reason a crown that was literally on fire. He stops inches from the floor, as he spreads his arms and addresses Leo. 

“Mary, you are the chosen one. Soon you will have a baby boy. He will be very special. He will be the Son of God and you must call him Jesus.” Leo tried to look surprised, and quickly walked off stage while Blaise was being raised again, until both of them were off the stage. 

“Soon after the angel’s visit, Herod, the ruler of the land, gave an order” Hazel said

Claudia flew in using winged shows, dressed as the average Mercury interpretation and yelled; “By order of the emperor, everyone must return to the place they were born to pay a special tax!” you could hear her yell it once more off stage as she kept flying, before you heard a loud crashing noise.

Bobby entered the stage, and he looked awfully worried. Was it acting, or did Claudia break a bone? But Hazel continued no matter what was happening. 

“Joseph was worried. He was born in a place called Bethlehem. It was a long way away and Mary’s baby was due any time. Joseph and Mary knew they had to go and they prepared for the journey.”

Leo came onto the stage, now wearing a fake pregnant belly. You did not want to consider pregnant Leo Valdez, yet here you were. Behind him Festus went onto the stage, Bobby and Leo got on and Festust started flying over the audience, eliciting some gasps from the audience. 

After a moment, Hazel started her dialogue. “Mary rode to Bethlehem on a donkey, with Joseph walking by her side. Remember, Mary was about to have a baby, so it was a very long dangerous journey. Mary and Joseph were very grateful to their faithful donkey who carried Mary so bravely and so carefully.” 

Festus landed on the stage again, and Leo and Bobby got off. 

“Thank you little donkey” Leo said as he petted Festus. “YOU’RE WELCOME CUPCAKE!” Coach Hedge’s voice blared from the speakers. Unbothered, Hazel continued the story. 

“It took many days to reach Bethlehem. When they arrived, Mary was very tired. They needed to find somewhere to stay, but the town was crowded with lots of other travelers and every inn they went to was full.”

Dakota, Lavinia and Marilyn entered, each holding a door in front of them. You saw Bobby open his mouth, but Leo was quicker in saying the line. 

“Let’s go and see if they have room for us,” he said, and Bobby had the quickest glare, before knocking on the first door. Dakota opened the door, and Leo asked whether there was a room. Dakota shook his head, closed the door, picked it up and walked off the stage. The scene is the exact same for the other two inn-keepers, before Hazel speaks again, and as she speaks, Dakota enters the stage again, still holding his door. 

“Eventually, seeing how tired they both looked, one kind innkeeper took pity on them.” Dakota opened his door, and stepped out of it. 

“I have no room at the inn,” Dakota hiccuped, “but you can stay in the stable where I keep my animals. It is dry and warm.” 

Leo and Bobby thanked him, and as they walked to the right of the stage, from the left an entire stable on wheels was brought in. But not just that, because this stable was complete with an elephant, and buford the table who was mooing. Did they not find any pegasi willing to take the stage or something? Either way, Leo, Bobby and Dakota left the stage, only for Leo and Bobby to re-enter from the other side, still leading Festus who patiently took his place next to the war elephant. 

How the fuck did they manage to get Festus to cross backstage that quickly? 

“During the night Mary gave birth to Jesus.” Hazel paused to point at the birth. Leo start screaming, as the golden boy, Jason Grace, somehow came out from under Leo’s stool. He was naked, except for a pair of skin colored boxers. Bobby quickly draped a cloth over him, roman style.  “He was wrapped in strips of cloth and laid in a manger full of hay.” Hazel finished her sentence as Jason laid himself in the manger, his face the only visible bit to the audience. 

This apparently was a cue for the animals on stage to start speaking, as a different coach Hedge voice came from Buford’s speaker. 

“Test, test. Is this okay, kid? Yeah. okay. Cow: Let’s moooove a little bit closer to Child.” coach’s voice sounded calm. 

“I, the sheep,” It sounded from behind the elephant, “say that we might wake up the baaaaby Jesus if we do that.” 

“No,” This time it was clearly Leo with a voice changer sounding from Festus, “hee haw, hee haw he’s already awake.” 

From the other side of the stage the inn-keepers re-entered, wearing beards and hats. You were quickly corrected by Hermes. 

“Nearby on a hillside overlooking the town some shepherds were watching over their sheep. As they did so a very bright light came into the sky.” Blaise slowly descended once again, this time holding a lamp “The light was an angel sent by God.”

“Do not to be afraid,” Blaise spoke, “I have good news. The Son of God has been born. You will find him in a stable in Bethlehem.” He was being pulled back up again, only for the rope to hitch and him to drop the lamp all the way down. The shepherds yelled curses, but quickly went “we’re fine! We’re fine!!” before scrambling to pick up the biggest pieces of the lamp. Hazel was gaping at the scene, but she quickly recovered.

“The shepherds were excited and went to Bethlehem to find Jesus.” Dakota, Lavinia and Marilyn walked off stage carrying the pieces of the lamp. They came back out on the other side of the stage as Hazel resumed her speech, “When they found Jesus they were filled with joy. They told Mary and Joseph about the angel in the sky.”

“This must be the Son of God.” Dakota said. 

“The angel told us he will be the savior of the world.” Marilyn spoke up. 

“Can I kiss His feet?” Lavinia asked. 

“Ew, no.” Leo said, “What are you, a pedo?” clearly this was unscripted, as Lavinia burst out laughing. 

“Thank You God for giving us Your Son.” Dakota tried to save the bit. 

Then on the other side of the stage, Frank, Janice, Micheal and … the Grinch? entered. Pointing at the sun, which was now in the middle of the sky. Hazel narrated the scene once again. 

“A long way away in the East, three wise kings who studied the stars and the horrid Grinch, saw a new very bright star shining in the sky. They knew that this meant a great ruler had been born. The three wise men decided to go and find the baby. The wise men followed the star to the stable in Bethlehem. They found Jesus lying in a manger. They gave him gifts,”

Whoever played the Grinch first approached baby Jason Jesus, and showed the audience and Jason their gift. “I give you the gift of Easter! And eggs! And chocolate! All shall search and feast to this little man! All must do!” and as the Grinch laughed maniacally, cannons from the stage started firing chocolate Easter eggs at the audience. 

Instead of excitement, the first few rows mainly screamed in pain and tried to duck away from the fire. Contrary to popular belief, chocolate is very hard and not nice to get hit by. But as the cannons stopped, and the audience was silent once again, the show had to go on. 

Frank walked up to Jasus, and kneeled down, as he gave him his gift. “I give you my pledge to your legion, which I shall follow till the end.” Janice stood tall next to him, brandishing a spear, “I will give you forces and loyalty, to build the greatest empire that mankind will ever know.” Next up was Micheal, who spread his arms wide as he more addressed the audience than Jason. “And I! Shall give you this cross, the means to and end and the end to a means! It shall guide you with the will of the Roman Empire!” From the ceiling of the theater a cross lowered. 

“Isn’t it supposed to be like gold, incense and myrrh?” Will whispered to Nico and as you looked at Nico, his face was once of disbelief. 

“The fuck are they doing?” he whispered under his breath “Don’t they know the Romans killed Jesus?” Yet the play continued. 

Jason got up from the manger, spread his arms, and probably by harness and wires, got lifted to align with the cross Micheal had lowered. The Grinch stood up, and as Micheal fastened Jason to the cross (by straps, and two clearly fake spikes) the Grinch brandished a knife. Jason looked up one last time, as he pitfully said his one and only line.

“Et tu, Grinch?” and the Grinch stabbed him. 

Cheers erupted. The horrors had finally passed.

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14. A is looking for a last minute gift and enlists the shop owner, B, for help, but quickly ends up getting distracted by them. For sashnetra please? ❤️

Here's the Sashnetra version of this prompt for this set of drabbles. Also, the last of the Christmas-themed prompts too! I decided to throw in a little bit of witchy-ness at the end, to mix it up a little. I'm personally not Pagan, so if there's anything I got incorrect on Yule, please let me know!

Sasha didn't expect her store to be so busy the day before Christmas. Usually, she would see a few people coming in for last-minute gift ideas or people who needed gift wrapping. But this year, it was a constant stream of people.

Nearing the end of the day, fewer people were coming in until the store was quiet. Sasha took the time to start organizing the shop again and get ready for closing.

As she hung up her overstock of jewelry, she let her mind wander to her plans for Christmas Day. In years past, it wasn't a day that she would bother opening her store since nobody ever bothered to come in.

"Excuse me? Do you work here?" a female voice said behind her. She turned to see a woman a few years younger than herself with long bright red hair and intense brown eyes.

"Yes, I own this store. How can I help you?" Sasha asked in her infamous customer service voice that took her years to perfect.

The woman took a deep breath, "I just got invited to my mom's family's Christmas and I haven't spoken to them in years. I need to get presents for all of them and this store is the only place open right now." the woman rambled out, slight panic in her eyes. "Sorry, that was probably more than what you needed."

Sasha shook her head to reassure the woman, "No, it's perfectly fine. I can help you find some good gifts in here." she smiled as she led her throughout the store.

The two spent the rest of the evening finding several last-minute gifts. After everyone on the list that the woman brought had gifts on the counter and Sasha checked her out, it was time to close. But part of her didn't want to tell this woman goodnight yet.

"Would you like those gift-wrapped? It'll save you some time," she asked.

"Oh, sure." the woman said, looking at her bags. "How much is it?"

"It's a free service." Sasha lied. She didn't mind losing out on a little money on some paper and ribbons right now.

She took out some gift tags from a drawer, "Who are these gifts from?" she asked.

"It's Anetra." she smiled slightly as she watched Sasha carefully wrap all of the gifts.

Once Sasha tied the ribbon on the last box, she felt a little bit of sadness realizing that she probably wouldn't see Anetra again. Something about Anetra felt familiar to her, she just couldn't tell how.

"Have a good night and happy holidays," Sasha said as Anetra gathered her bags again.

"You too, and Happy Yule." Anetra smiled as she started to walk out of the store.

"Wait a moment," Sasha said, feeling surprised that Anetra somehow knew that Sasha preferred the Pagan traditions. "How did you know I celebrate Yule?" she asked.

"I saw the altar behind the counter," Anetra explained. "It looks really nice, by the way." She pointed past Sasha's shoulder to the small table filled with various plants and candles she'd had up for the past few days.

"Oh, well thank you." She smiled in relief. It felt nice that someone like her came across her path. "Most people think it's a display." she joked. "Good luck tomorrow, I hope it goes well for you and your family."

"Thank you, I'm probably going to need it," Anetra said before leaving through the glass door, and Sasha locked it behind her.

Sasha hoped that she would see Anetra visit the store many times in the new year.

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