#i thought of it like christmas eve and took way too long getting it finished

[yunisverse]

had some Thoughts about my D&D characters interacting. Ondan left some people behind, but Beckett specializes in finding those who are lost.

#toonkind dnd #scribbles #long post #i thought of it like christmas eve and took way too long getting it finished #sometimes the oc thoughts just won't let you get on with your life until you manifest them

[ivystoryweaver]

Fairytale of New York

Summary: A tired, pathetic puppy wanders into your diner on Christmas Eve. Things...escalate.

Pairing: Llewyn Davis from Inside Llewyn Davis x f!reader who wants what she wants

Word Count: 2.2k

Content: nsfw, mdni, language, mentions of past mistreatment, talk of contraception, gun but no violence, oral -f and m rec., not beta'd

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Bone-weary.

Your grandmother used to say it.

The man in front of you looked deep-in-his-bones, forlornly, kicked-puppy exhausted.

Which was a feat in and of itself, seeing how you were surrounded this evening by hungry, homeless people, and he was definitely the most handsome one by far.

Chocolate curls tumbled effortlessly across his forehead. His dark beard was kempt - not the fuzzy, matted mess of the men around him.

At first glance, you wondered if he was here to order a regular meal or volunteer. He almost looked put-together enough.

But he sighed - a bone-weary, defeated, groaning sigh.

"Cold night," you commented, noticing how he struggled to create even the tiniest spark of warmth from his corduroy blazer and wool scarf. He seemed to try and make himself smaller, as if willing the too-thin layers of fabric to truly envelop him.

"No shit," he fired back, clenching his fingerless glove around the handle of his guitar case. Noticing your look of slight amusement, he sighed, tiredly. "Sorry. Long night. Wondering if I could get some coffee?"

"Sure thing," you nodded past him to an empty two-top, offering him a warm smile.

Your boss Sal was a hard ass with a heart of gold. On Christmas Eve, anyone could eat free from ten to midnight at this fine dining establishment where you earned your measly paycheck.

You were living the dream - serving diner tables. But Sal was good to you and the other guys and gals you called coworkers - granting holiday bonuses and sometimes, you could swear he beefed up your tips at the end of the night. Just a couple dollars here or there, but it helped.

You returned to the pathetic puppy of a man with a fresh, hot cup of coffee. "Want something to eat? Everything's on the house tonight."

One eyebrow shot up curiously. "Free? You're serious."

"It's Christmas Eve," you said mysteriously, wiggling your fingers as if casting a spell. "Sal's got a soft spot for people who need a hot meal and got nowhere to go."

Kicked Puppy nodded, his eyes momentarily flickering up and down your body.

"So, what'll it be, handsome? You want something to warm you up besides that coffee? Or do you have a pressing holiday engagement?"

Narrowing his tired, dark eyes, he looked like he was trying to come up with a clever reply, but ultimately let out a defeated, bitter-ish chuckle. "Got friends, but...every one of them's pissed at me. On my own tonight."

He shrugged helplessly. "I guess I'm kind of an asshole sometimes."

Wagging your finger, you went along with him, playfully. "I could tell that about you, right when you walked in. I took one look and thought, 'that guy is definitely an asshole. Probably shouldn't serve him.'"

He almost chuckled, but it was a weak laugh at best.

"Bowl of chili sound good? Or...I have chicken noodle, or a hamburger. Not much left in the kitchen," you offered.

A few minutes later, Mr. Handsome Kicked Puppy sipped his bowl of chili while you finished up with your other customers. A few of the homeless guys liked to flirt with you, but they were pretty harmless.

Everyone knew not to cross Sal and his employees anyway.

You noticed Kicked Puppy's gaze fixed on you, so you made your way back over and checked to see if he needed a refill.

"I'm good," he waved you off, but something made you linger. Probably the fact that he was kind of beautiful.

"You a singer?" You prodded, nodding to his guitar case.

He made a face - seemed to be a sore spot for him, but concurred. "Sang across the street tonight. You ever been?"

Peering out the window, you read the club's neon sign. "No, but I always wanted to. What kind of music?"

"The only kind," he shrugged.

You motioned to the spot across from him. "Mind if I sit a minute? Feet are killing me. Promise I won't ask you to sing."

He leaned back, folding his arms over his chest, eyeing you curiously. "Oh, you won't?"

"'Course not," you smiled, waving your hand dismissively. "Everyone knows musicians hate that. It's like...your living. You can't just sing for free."

His eyebrows shot up as he leaned in. "You're mocking me..."

"No," you laughed. "I'm serious. It would be like someone asking me to serve drinks at a party without paying me." You motioned around you. "Not much of a career but I should still get paid for it."

"Thank you." He gestured animatedly. "My...friends - some of the people who usually let me crash - always try to parade me out at dinner parties, like an attraction. Fucking annoying."

He paused for a moment. "Almost feel like I owe them sometimes, you know... Can't do it, though."

"You have your pride," you sympathetically reasoned. "That's fair enough."

You stood, reaching to collect his dirty dishes. "So, who's couch is it tonight if everyone's pissed at you?"

Running a gloved hand over his beard, he shook his head and shrugged. "What time do you close?"

"Midnight."

He slowly nodded.

"What's your name, singer?"

"Llewyn."

You smiled softly and introduced yourself. "You don't have anywhere to go after midnight, do you?"

He shook his head as his gaze dropped.

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12:24 A.M. - Christmas

"Can't believe you're letting a strange man sleep in your apartment," the handsome bone-weary puppy voiced as you turned the key in your deadbolt.

"You're not a stranger anymore, Llewyn," you replied, trying to find just the right way to wiggle your key... "Got it! Damn thing sticks all the time."

Shouldering your way inside, you tossed your bag on the tiniest kitchen bar in existence, motioning for him to come on in.

"Like I told you - it's not much. You might be warmer sleeping in a car, but the love seat will keep you off this frigid, hard floor. And the water's warm, since we're over the diner. Sal's my landlord too. He keeps everything running nice enough. Cheap ass on heat though."

"No, I really appreciate it," he gratefully returned, “especially on Christmas. You sure I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No..." You let out a wistful sigh. "No, I don't have anyone." You smirked at him playfully. "But I do own a revolver if you're having any weird ideas."

"Holy shit," he whistled. "Glad you take care of yourself, I guess."

Llewyn reveled in your attention and care over the next half hour. You made a batch of hot cocoa while he took the warmest shower he'd had in weeks. You turned on a Christmas record and found a couple of thick blankets for him to sleep (or attempt to sleep) cramped up on the love seat.

"Thank you for this," he quietly voiced, sipping his cocoa, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. "Don't deserve it. If you knew me, you'd push me right back out that door."

"Maybe," you shrugged, sipping your own warm beverage as you curled up in the only chair in the place. "But it's Christmas. Even assholes and loners need a break sometimes."

He regarded you with interest, his eyes raking over your form for the millionth time. "That what you are? A loner?"

You hid behind the ceramic of your mug for a moment of reprieve. "Have to be. What else is there for a woman who doesn't want a marriage and kids?"

You shuddered, remembering how many times your ex had sabotaged your efforts at contraception...and how violent he'd become when he found out you were actively trying to not get pregnant.

Hence the waitress job, freezing apartment...and the revolver.

"You don't want kids?" He asked, clearing his throat. Maybe you were somehow...perfect.

"I really don't. You’d think women would have a few more options now that it’s the ‘60s. So I got my revolver to make sure my ex stays away. He’s a bigger asshole than the two of us," you answered, transparently. Noticing how his dark eyes widened at your candor, you laughed.

"Scared yet?"

"No," he chuckled. "But I guess that answers the question of whether or not we're gonna fuck."

Smirking, you took one more sip of cocoa before pushing off your chair to kneel down in front of him. Your eyes met his challengingly as you spread your palms over his thighs, pushing them up to his hips.

"That why you're an asshole?" You challenged, reaching for the zipper of his trousers. "Can't be bothered to wear a condom?"

"Can't afford that shit," he fired back, enjoying the view down your t-shirt.

"Definitely an asshole," you shake your head, dragging his zipper down and tracing your fingertips over the outline of his hardening length with your fingertips.

"My pussy's off limits unless you want my revolver shoved up your ass," you inform, leaning over to suck on his leaking tip through the fabric of his underwear. "But fuck it. It's Christmas. You can come in my mouth."

"Fucking hell," he groaned at your forwardness, shifting his hips to give you easier access to pull his cock free.

"Oh shit, you're big," you marveled, running the tip of your tongue over your lips in anticipation. Wrapping your hands around him, you turned your eyes up to his. "Merry Christmas. Don't say I never gave you anything."

You licked a stripe up the underside of his shaft before placing him on your flat tongue. Your eyes flickered back up to his tauntingly as you slowly wrapped your lips around him and swirled your tongue.

"Jes....oh fuck," he moaned, gripping the arm of the tiny couch.

Bobbing your head up and down a few times, you pushed yourself past the point of comfort and swallowed his tip. Your mouth stretched to take him, and the challenge of it made you instantly wet.

“Holy f-fuck,” he responded eagerly, “just like that.” You let him fuck your mouth, free hand gripping your jaw as his hips found a rhythm thrusting and gagging you.

Something about how pathetic this man was - how eager and responsive to your touch - it was doing it for you. You hadn’t done anything this spontaneous in a long time, but it felt good. And you certainly didn’t mind a heavy, hot cock in your mouth.

A few heavy thrusts and gags later and he coated your throat with his spend, letting out a near embarrassing whine as he came.

You let him soften before pulling off him and licking your lips clean. “Bet you’ll sleep well now.” You winked.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, shaking his head as you stood and started to shed your clothes. Remembering you were pretty clear about not fucking without a condom, he slowly stood, stuffing his soft cock back into his pants. “What are you…”

“I have a twin bed, but you’ll fit better than on that thing.” You nodded to the love seat, now standing in front of him completely nude. “But to sleep with me, you’re gonna need to return the favor. I’m fucking soaked.”

Minutes later, this rather beautiful, bearded man knelt between your legs in bed, his prominent nose nudging tauntingly at your puffy clit. His plush mouth sampled your pussy lips, as if he was making out with your cunt.

“F-fuck yes,” you groaned as he fucked his tongue into your hole, sucking and slurping at your juices.

Your fingers slid into the softest curls, twisting them around your fingers as you rocked your pelvis up to meet his soft beard.

The he started humming. And not just a humming sound but a fucking tune. After several delicious, deep thrusts of his tongue, he pulled out, making you whine at the loss of stimulation.

His hum gently morphed into a few lyrics as his eyes gazed up at you, equal parts cocky and pussy drunk - your slick coating his beard and lips.

‘Hang me, oh hang me…I’ll be dead and gone…’

He slid two fingers into your slick, warm hole, curling them with the dexterity of an instrumentalist. Then lowered his smirking mouth back down to trace circles around your clit with his tongue. Kept right on humming.

Laying his tongue flat, he laved your sensitive bundle of nerves with a few rough licks before wrapping those sexy lips around it and sucking.

He added a third finger - you were plenty wet enough for it and the slight stretch made your back arch off your twin bed. Fingers curling, lips sucking, and that insistent hum sent you right over the edge into earth-shattering bliss. Your body seized in mind-altering pleasure and then went completely white as you rode out the best orgasm you’d had in years.

He worked you through it before blatantly licking you clean and climbing his way up your body to cage you in. The look on his face told you he was definitely satisfied with himself, but the hot flesh of his cock prodding at your thigh meant he didn’t want this to be over.

"Is that my revolver or are you ready for more?" You teased, reaching to wrap you fingers around his cock. "Don't think I have any condoms big enough for all this."

He groaned, hips shifting into your grip. "Maybe we could just - "

"I'll will shoot you. Go the fuck to sleep, Llewyn."

And that's how an exhausted, pathetic puppy of a man, with soulful brown eyes, and the voice of an angel, ended up in your twin bed on Christmas Eve.

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[inkbyajm]

of unspoken words

masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

tropes: fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, slow-burn

warnings: 11 year age-gap (reader is 24-25, joel is 35-36), clothing description, arguing

word count: ~6300

author’s note: this took forever to put out because life got in the way, but i did have fun writing angst. this chapter takes course in a span of a year. goodbye, 2003.

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Five

He found her in the crowd of the Auditorium shores.

Four

Her back facing him, she stood in front of Tommy as he looked down at her.

Three

Grasping her shoulders, Tommy flashed her a smile.

Two

He leaned down, his face disappearing behind her head.

One

Joel didn't have to see in the darkness to know what was happening.

Happy New Year!

"Hey!" Joel snapped out of his daze, frowning at Tommy who was behind the wheel. "You sleepin'?"

"No, just...thinkin' of stuff."

"Good, 'cause we're here." 

Tommy had begged Joel to go out drinking with him for some time, the latter never feeling up to it: he was either tired, busy, hanging out with Sarah, or whatever other excuses he came up with. The only reason they were walking up the steps to 'Lucky Luke's' was because he had lost the bet on how long their project was going to take. They finished much earlier than Joel had confidently anticipated. He had a suspicion his brother set him up for failure, but he didn't bother to bring it up, wanting to enjoy his evening after a successful job. They entered the establishment which turned out to be bigger than it appeared from the outside. The interior was old and rustic, everything from the chairs to the panels on the walls was made of hardwood. There were all kinds of lights strung up about the ceiling, the walls were decorated with pictures of patrons, sports-related posters, number plates, flags, and so on. The music, thankfully, was quiet enough for people to hear each other. The brothers sat down at the far end of the L-shaped counter, waiting for someone to take their order.

"Remind me why we didn't go to Buddy's?" Joel asked somewhat annoyedly. He wasn't the biggest fan of changing environments.

"Because fuck Luiz and his overpriced beer. Besides, I have a feeling you'll find this place a lot more interesting."

Rubbing his face, Joel scrunched his nose. "Christ, Tommy, we've never been here. How do you know their shit don't taste like flavored tap water?"

"I trust the person who works here." Tommy replied, looking ahead.

The eldest Miller followed his gaze and saw her there, rapidly getting two glasses from under the bar and serving a young couple their cocktails. Fumbling with her notepad, she made her way across to the pair, pen in hand.

"Hi, how can I help you?" and it was only then that she looked up to see Tommy and Joel with their arms folded in front of them, the former giving her a childish smile along with a wave. "What- how'd you find out I work here? Did you stalk me? Should I get the FBI involved?"

"Good to see you too, (Y/N/N). Heard some of the guys talk about a pretty lady workin' at Lucky Luke's. Description matched so I thought it was finally time to check it out and see your impressive skills for myself," he said, clapping Joel on his shoulder. "Brought this one along with me. You don't mind, do you?"

She looked at her employer, who only gave her a brow raise. They hadn't seen much of each other since the year started, since the countdown at the Auditorium shores, since she and Tommy shared a moment much more intimate than the one they'd had on Christmas Eve. He knew he shouldn't have involved himself, especially not with the babysitter out of all people; but she gave him a scarf, a scarf she took time to knit and embroider his initials on. It sparked something in him he hadn't felt in a long time, thinking she'd felt it too. Who are you kidding? She was young, she was ambitious, and he had no business involving himself with her unless he wanted to come off as a creep. So he stopped, and boy did it eat him up inside.

They watched as she looked at the clock and disappeared behind the door near the other end of the counter. They sat in confusion for a couple of minutes until the door opened again and she walked out without her apron.

“What are you boys having?”

Tommy squinted at the board next to them, “I’ll have a pint of Blood & Honey, pretty please. Joel?”

The other brother sat with his brows furrowed, having a difficult time making a choice. Possibly running out of patience, (Y/N) took three-pint glasses from the hanging shelf above her head and poured yellow liquids into two of them, the last one appearing brown. She slid the latter to Joel, then hopped up and over the wooden counter to take a seat next to Tommy.

“You have great timing, I happen to have finished my shift,” she said and raised her glass to clink it against his. “So, what’s new?”

While Tommy talked restlessly about the day they’ve had, the bet they made, and exciting events coming up, Joel quietly nodded along every now and then, but mostly he observed her. She seemed different in an environment made for adults than she did at home with his 12-year-old kid. Ripped dark-blue jeans, sturdy boots, a military-green tank top, and a plaid shirt – she seemed like she belonged. Looking was fair game, as long as he didn’t interact too much, everything was going to be fine.

One pint down, Tommy excused himself to the bathroom, leaving his brother in a situation he didn’t want to be in. The two sat in silence for a bit, looking at their folded hands on the countertop.

“We got married pretty young, me and my ex-wife,” he suddenly spoke, keeping his eyes low. “She was my high-school sweetheart, my world. Then we got married and it all went downhill. To be honest, I’m not sure what happened even to this day. Maybe she felt suffocated, overwhelmed; I remember how hard the pregnancy was for her. In the end, a short time after Sarah was born, we had…an explosive argument. She loved her, she did, but it wasn’t enough to commit to that life. So she left, and I never saw or heard from her again.”

(Y/N) sat unmoving, then took the last sip from her glass. “Why are you telling me this, Mr. Miller?”

The formal address stung more than it should have. “Thought you deserved to know.”

“Is this what you’ve been contemplating for the past three months you’ve been freezing me out?” she laughed bitterly, looking at him for the first time since she sat down. “’ Should I or should I not provide additional lore on the mystery that is Joel Miller’?”

“(Y/N/N)-”

“Respectfully, sir, you don’t get to move the boundary lines whenever and however you want. You don’t want to be friends? That’s perfectly fine, I’ll remain respectful from now on-”

“No, just- I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean to freeze you out, I-” he stared at the empty glass in his hand before she took it and hopped back over the bar to refill both of their drinks. “I don’t really have friends, and I certainly wouldn’t want our relationship to affect yours with Sarah-”

“You don’t trust me to do a good enough job despite my feelings?” she looked less angry then, more dejected.

“I do. I trust you to look after Sarah more than I do that meathead over there,” both of them looked at the far end of the room to find Tommy, with an already half-empty glass, talking with some townsfolk. “It’s myself I don’t trust.”

(Y/N) looked at him then, at the hint of sorrow displayed on his face, and leaned against the counter, their faces merely inches away from one another, “You were doing just fine, Joel. Just talk to me, okay? I promise I’m as reasonable and as patient as they come.”

He could beat himself up over having his heart squeeze at the sight of her smile later. At that moment, all he wanted to do was get to know another side of the woman he could proudly call a friend.

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Summer came much quicker than any of them had anticipated. And while (Y/N) had already made plans to stay with her family until September, her schedule for the first half of June was empty. And thankfully it was because if there's one thing she did not have in her 2002 bingo card, it's a cruise trip in the Caribbean.

"What's this?" she said as she stared at the envelope given to her by Joel. Sarah sat in the living room, whatever she was watching on the television long forgotten as she tried to concentrate on the conversation going on in the kitchen. 

"Open it."

"Are you paying me early this month?" she chuckled as she began to carefully tear it open. Her hands froze when she pulled out the printed tickets.

"An all-expenses-paid trip to cruise around with us in June," he pointed at the black-and-white printing, noting her silence. "Shit, I didn't think of- You're not busy, are you?"

"N-no, I'm leaving on the 17th but," she looked up at him. "Joel, I can't take this."

"What do you mean?"

"I- this is crazy. It probably cost you hundreds of dollars, I mean it's too generous-"

"I bought the tickets at a cheaper price months ago. Think of it as the other half of your Christmas present," he explained, his body filled with dread at the idea of making such a bold gesture. "Look, I don't want to make you feel like we're forcing you into anything. If you don't want to go, it's fine. I can get a full refund-"

She jumped on him then, with her arms tightly wrapped around him, she was almost hanging off his neck. He gladly caught her, chuckling in relief. "Of course, I'll come, I'd be more than happy to."

Rapid steps were heard coming from the living room and just as (Y/N) had detached herself from the man in front of her, a smaller body crashed into hers. "You're coming! We're gonna have so much fun!" said Sarah, jumping up and down excitedly.

The young woman wasn't exactly sure of what there was to do on a gigantic boat in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. However, she soon found out they had programs for the entirety of their 4-night stay, which included karaoke, dancing, games, and trivia nights. 

On the first day, (Y/N) found out the Miller brothers had pipes on them, singing and jamming to songs from Radiohead and the like. She’d never seen Joel that relaxed, carefree, or joyful; he moved as if nothing else in the world mattered but that moment they were living in. She and Sarah performed ABBA and Hallican Drops songs, riding on the confidence boost given by the crowd cheering them on enthusiastically.

Another day passed, and while Sarah went to join kids her age for ‘Youth Night’, the adults hit the bar for ‘Trivia Night’. The following things were facts: Joel and (Y/N) are equally competitive, Joel is a sore loser, (Y/N) gets loud when she’s passionate, and Tommy is there to have a drink and a laugh. Despite the small disputes and a few I-told-you-so’s, team ‘Lucky Jackasses’ managed to secure second place and win $120 worth of beverages as well as a three-course meal dinner for all the team members.

After the event, once everyone was settled with drinks in their hands, Tommy walked towards the railing to find (Y/N) leaning against it, gazing at the vast ocean.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Her head turned, the startled expression replaced by a smile as he put his jacket around her shoulders. “Just lookin’, admiring.”

“For such a nice lady, I didn’t think you could turn so intense so quick.”

She laughed, feeling a bit embarrassed at the amount of times she’d slammed the table or wildly gestured with her hands. “Yeah, I can get really competitive when it comes to games and such. I can take a loss, though, not like a certain someone.”

“Now imagine how I felt growing up. Thank the lord I was never like that, or else we woulda killed each other a long time ago.” he reminisced.

“Where is he anyway?”

“Went to put Sarah to bed. Think he might have hit the hay himself, the old man.”

There was a minute of silence where both of them just stared at the daunting darkness ahead of them.

“He ain’t the slickest when it comes to things like this. You gotta be more obvious with him, or else you’ll torture yourself for a long time until he finally makes a decision.”

She felt pressure in her chest. Of course, Tommy would find out. “What are you referring to?”

“Come on, (Y/N/N),” he chuckled, looking at her with sympathy. “You’re not exactly hiding it. Look, Joel’s a great guy, and I’m his brother, I’d take any occasion to shit on him.”

“Tom-“

“It takes a lot to get through to him. His fear from past experiences and the need to protect Sarah hold him back, he might not even know that you’re feeling what you’re feeling. You do what you want to do, but my advice is: show him what it is you need him to see and make no room for ambiguity.”

She wanted to share her thoughts, express her doubts to the man she considered a close friend. But she couldn’t, not at that moment. So she spoke the very next thought aloud instead:

“It is so crazy to think we’re floating on a piece of metal in the middle of a large mass of water. So many creatures underneath us, so many people on board. Have you seen Titanic?”

“We are not talkin’, let alone thinkin’, about the Titanic right now.” Tommy said as he began physically retracting himself from the conversation.

“I can’t help-”

“Don’t,” he said firmly, pointing at her like one would at a misbehaving dog. “I am not letting anything or anyone fuck up my relaxation time.”

The two walked back to their adjacent rooms, slightly tipsy. They noted the darkness as soon as Tommy opened the door to his shared cabin - Joel was asleep until he wasn’t. Woken up by the faintest noise, he noticed the jacket she wore and the tired smile her face carried, indicating they had been out there for a long time. His hands clenched under the blanket at the sight of her hugging his brother goodnight as she whispered in his ear before departing.

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The next day, as the ship docked at Cozumel, an island just off the coast of Mexico, the family decided to go out and explore what it had to offer. The activities mainly consisted of scuba diving, which Joel had reserved in advance due to Sarah’s insistence, swimming in crystal clear water, and exploring ruins. The eldest Miller seemed content and at peace, or at least he did at the beginning of their little expedition. (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice the cold emanating from him, the way he’d be quick to glue himself to Sarah even when he didn’t need to, those moments he’d be more interested in studying the bushes than interacting with her. Tommy was right, she needed to be more forward. The trip was an opportunity she didn’t want to waste. Realistically, the worst thing he could do is reject you and/or fire you, she thought, then you can go back to living your life without this anxiety. Or you could curl up in your cabin and cry. 

It started with small gestures: offering him water from her bottle, asking to take pictures of him and Sarah on her film camera, and pointing at pretty things during their diving session. Then, once she felt there was less resistance, she moved on to bumping shoulders with him, exchanging facts about the ancient Maya civilization, and splashing him with water as they all played in the sea. Just before they went out to swim, Sarah asked her babysitter if she could help with her sunscreen application. When she turned back to her towel, her eyes landed on a shirtless Joel. Her soon-to-be-35-year-old employer was exactly the kind of fit she imagined a father who works in construction to look like. He caught her staring, and to avoid drowning in embarrassment, she offered to apply sunscreen on his face. The entire process seemed way more intimate than it was. He stood very still, watching her work with such focus, gently gliding over the skin on his chin, his cheeks, under his eyes, his forehead, and his nose. Upon making accidental eye contact, he saw her get visibly flustered, causing her to take a step back.

“Could you get my back too?” he asked tentatively. “‘Afraid I’m not as flexible as I used to be.”

Whispering a quick ‘sure’, she began rubbing the cream on his shoulders first. She believed she had the green light to ease the tension in his muscles while they were at it. Unbelievably stiff at first, Joel relaxed under her touch with every circular movement of her thumbs. Feeling like she’d been at it for far too long, the young woman pulled away, earning a genuine ‘thank you’ accompanied by a smile. She had made great progress that day, showing just the right amount of affection to not spook him away. He wasn’t put off by any of it, however, which gave her a great sense of relief, an indication she’d been going in the right direction so far. 

Once the evening came, the group split into two pairs: Joel and (Y/N) went on a stroll on the beach not far away from the pier while Sarah and Tommy went to quench their thirst at the bar further away. Though they shared a few jokes and remarks about the beauty of their surroundings, their walk was mostly filled with comfortable silence. At some point, Joel’s phone went off, prompting him to walk further away from the waves.

Something smacked itself against her leg and looking down, (Y/N) realized it was a straw-coloured boater hat.

“Sorry! That’s mine.” she heard someone exclaim above the waves crashing onto the sand. A young man, seemingly her age, jogged up to her with a warm smile. “Wind’s picking up, blew it right off my big head.”

His comment made her giggle, handing over the headwear, “No problem, it happens.”

“Are you from the Voyager?”

“I am.”

“Where’s your family? You didn’t go on a cruise all by yourself, did you?”

“No, that would be kind of sad,” she chuckled. “I’m here with the family I babysit for.”

“Wow, you must be a damn good nanny,” his brows raised in astonishment. “Do they need a cleaner by any chance? A driver, maybe? I don’t ask for much, I can live in the basement. Hell, a closet would do!”

This made her burst out laughing, triggering him to do the same. “I also do all of those things, not sure I want to compete with someone over a job I like.”

“Alright, so if we look at the CV of a successful nanny, we have,” he said, putting on imaginary glasses and comically squinting at the equally nonexistent paper in his hand. “Intelligent, talented, able to grow arms to flip pancakes and iron a t-shirt at the same time, strikingly beautiful obviously, excellent cook because of course you are, am I missing anything?”

“I happen to have a natural talent for board games,” she smiled, proudly. “You can actually ask my boss, he has yet to beat me.” 

But as she turned her head, she saw Joel rapidly making his way further away from them.

“Sorry, it seems I’ve got to go,” she muttered, giving him an apologetic look as she walked backward. “It was nice to meet you, take care of that hat!”

(Y/N) was forced to jog up almost 30 feet to catch up to the brooding man.

“Hey, why didn’t you call me? Is it Sarah? Is Tommy alright?” The latter’s name seemed to deepen his scowl.

“No, just thought I’d leave you and Harold Lloyd to yourselves.” he grumbled, looking strictly ahead.

“I’m sorry for getting caught up in the conversation. He was being nice, you know, friendly tourist banter?”

“He was hitting on you, (Y/N), and if you can’t see that then you’re more naive than I thought.”

He had never treated her like anything but his equal, so naturally being called childish not only hurt her but woke something up inside her as well, all of the pent-up frustration suddenly coming to the surface.

“Fine, so he was flirting. Is that a problem?”

“No problem at all,” he said unconvincingly. “Just doing my job as a wingman.”

It took her a second to realize what, or rather who, he was referring to. “What the fuck does this have to do with Tommy?” He didn’t answer her immediately, taking long and quick strides along the sand. “Joel!”

He only stopped when she abruptly tugged at his arm, finally meeting his eyes. “You like him, don’t you?”

The question almost came as a slap. Where was this coming from? “What? Since when?!”

“Since you first laid eyes on each other last Christmas. Or since your kiss on New Year’s Eve. I don’t know, I’m not exactly keeping track.”

Instead of tugging at her hair, a need she strongly wanted to give into, the young woman rubbed her face with frustration instead. "I know you aren't stupid, and Tommy did warn me about how oblivious you can be, but good God, to this extent?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I care about you, okay?" she shouted, sounding somewhat desperate.

Heavy silence passed, the only sounds being the relentless lapping of the waves accompanied by her heavy breathing. The two of them stared at each other as if truly seeing one another for the first time.

"I don't understand-"

"I like you, Joel. And I'm tired of tiptoeing around it." She sensed him battling with himself, his own emotions, his thoughts.

"You can't, you-" something resembling despair crossed his expression. "(Y/N/N), you're young-"

"Jesus, Joel, stop acting like you're decrepit!" she approached him then, noticing the way he took a couple of steps back. "You're just a guy in his thirties, raising a daughter, looking for...companionship in this messed-up world."

They were much closer now, chests almost touching, neither of them breaking eye contact. She caught him glancing at her lips for a millisecond, afraid to move even the slightest muscle. Her name didn't fully leave his mouth when she crashed her mouth onto his, shutting him up for good. She felt lightheaded yet more alive than ever, relishing in the feeling of his hands gently taking hold of her waist. They parted then to bring air back into their lungs as she pressed her forehead against his.

"You don't want to do this." he spoke in an almost pained whisper.

(Y/N) caressed his cheeks, maintaining eye contact. "Don't tell me what to do, Miller."

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Was the concept of love complicated in and of itself, or was it the people involved that made it unnecessarily difficult? The question floated around in his mind for months, like a ghost that needed to be laid to rest. Jane Eyre had fallen in love with the ever-brooding Mr Rochester. Elizabeth Bennett, too, succumbed to her feelings for the stubborn and slightly awkward Mr Darcy. And while it was common for young women to see older men in that period of history, an age gap as large as theirs was harder to deal with in modern days.

The months that followed their shared moment at the beach felt like torture. Joel tried to balance out his life, spending as much time with his daughter as he did working to make it a fun break for her. If there was one thing he didn’t want to be remembered for it’s being a negligent parent, someone who put their work before their own child. He also spent those long suffocating summer days thinking about her and wondering what she was getting up to. She had only sent one letter to the Millers for the entire duration of the season - it was a beautiful postcard along with a picture of herself and her friends surrounded by greenery. The back of the card read:

Dear Joel,

I hope your summer is going well. Mine certainly is! I sent you a picture of me and my friends in the middle of a hike, which was very difficult but oh so worth it! The views are spectacular here, I wish you could see it for yourself. Many kisses to you, to Tommy, and especially to Saz.

With love,

She seemed so happy, her face beaming despite her sore limbs and sweaty skin. She deserved that kind of life, the kind where she would smile and laugh more often than she cried or frowned, the kind where she could rely on her partner at all times to have her needs met and her concerns heard, the kind she would feel supported even for the smallest things. Joel wanted to give her that life, but he wasn’t sure if he could. What she didn’t deserve was unanswered calls, postponed dates, tired exchanges, weird glances, constant worry, concerned comments, or countless excuses. It wasn’t a certainty that life with him would be like that, but it was a possibility, which was already too much of a risk. She might have reconsidered her feelings already, using her time away to really think about what she was getting into. He didn’t know when she’d be back, either, so instead of obsessing over it, he decided to occupy his mind with other things.

When his 35th birthday came around, it started just about how he expected it to. He woke up, feeling just as old as ever, got dressed, and went downstairs to be welcomed by the sight of Sarah setting up his birthday breakfast with Tommy’s very generous help. Afterward, they packed Tommy’s truck for the day, drove the child to school, and went to work. In the evening, on their way home, Joel noticed how weirdly non-talkative his brother was, letting the radio fill the silence instead.

“What’s going on?”

Tommy looked at him confusedly, “What do you mean?”

“You’re awfully silent.”

“What, am I not allowed to be?” he chuckled in response. “Do you want me to talk? ‘Cause I can. In fact, I was thinking about how Johnny-”

“Never mind, just- just forget I said anything.” Joel sighed, dismissing the conversation with a wave of his hand.

Once they parked in front of the garage, the absence of light in the house didn’t go unnoticed by the owner.

“Did Sarah tell you about goin’ to a friend’s?” he asked, suddenly anxious.

“I don’t recall. Maybe she went to bed.” his brother shrugged, prompting his brother to check his watch. It was only half past eight.

Carefully, he walked up to the door, its unlocked state rendering him vigilant, and cautiously walked into the pitch-black living room.

“Sarah?” he called out into what seemed to be an empty room.

Before he could take another step, all of the smaller lights turned on simultaneously as a group of people yelled ‘Surprise!’, each of them wearing some kind of silly party accessories such as a hat, oversized colorful glasses, or a boa. He also noted the sudden presence of confetti on himself, turning his head to see Tommy grinning with a party popper in his hand. The individuals standing in his home were all the closest he had to ‘friends’: people he had worked and gotten along with, a couple of dads he befriended through Sarah’s soccer games and the Adlers. Everyone took turns to hug the birthday boy before engaging in conversations in separate parts of the room. Sarah was the last and he gladly swept her into the biggest and warmest hug, immensely proud of his little girl.

“Did you plan this?”

“Yeah, Uncle Tommy helped. Do you like it?”

It was only then that he really looked at the way the space was decorated with streamers, balloons, cut-outs, and a big banner that read ‘Happy 35th, Joel’.

“I love it, baby girl, thank you.” he squeezed her one more time before letting go and walking over to catch up with every guest. 

Everyone served themselves to the food put out on the coffee table, something the guests contributed to: deviled eggs, cheese pretzels, small cups of hummus and veggie sticks, fried shrimp, and a very well-assembled charcuterie board. After about an hour of chatting, Sarah announced it was time for his gift. His eyes were covered with a bandana then he heard her scurrying away towards the kitchen, turning the lights off on the way. He sat there for a few seconds and then heard it. He wasn’t sure if his ears were deceiving him, making him think (Y/N) was singing happy birthday to him. The pit in his stomach grew. She isn’t here, you’re making it up, you are losing it. But she sounded so vivid. When the song was over, he lowered the bandana with shaking hands and saw her standing in front of him, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the candles on the cake held by his daughter. Without thinking, he took a couple of steps and crashed his lips on hers rougher than he intended to. The deafening applause and cheering were drowned out by his emotions as he felt her flesh under his palms, desperately clinging onto her waist with one hand and her head with the other. Once they parted to catch their breath, he pressed his forehead against hers, wanting to keep her as close as possible.

“I missed you,” he whispered, the most vulnerable he’d ever been in front of others. “So damn much.”

“I missed you too,” she gently ran her thumbs across his cheeks, feeling many butterflies at the sight of his smile. “I meant what I said on the beach. I want to do this and a million more things with you.”

Their moment had to be interrupted by Tommy shoving a camcorder in their faces, asking to ‘say hello to the future’. Joel’s only response was to try and get the camera back (to no avail). The candles, long blown out by Sarah, were lit once more so he could properly make a wish. And all he could hope for as he stood there, surrounded by the people closest to him, was more moments just like it.

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Things only looked up for the pair from then on. They celebrated every single holiday together, dressed up for Halloween (after much pleading from (Y/N), who did not spare Joel’s little brother from her shenanigans) to enjoy the festivities with Sarah, organized countless movie nights and board-game sessions, and even frequented Sarah’s soccer games together more often than not. Everything was going smoothly until after her graduation when both of them realized what it meant for their future.

The weeks that followed were nothing but tense. It started with Joel distancing himself for no apparent reason, which naturally caused his lover to start asking questions. She was frustrated she had to pry him back open after they’d spent so much time together. He was avoidant, he was cold, and he made excuses, leading to the biggest argument they’d ever had after she barged into his house one evening when Sarah was away. It was a lot of yelling, many accusations, and even more words neither of them really meant.

“I can’t do this if you don’t talk to me, Joel.”

“Then don’t. Go,” he was heaving. She’d never seen him so angry. “I warned you. At the very beginning. I warned you and you didn’t listen, so this is all on you.”

She stepped out into the summer night with her face stained with endless tears, her eyes puffy, and her throat raw, hiccupping all the way to her car. As soon as the door closed, she broke down again, pouring her grief onto her steering wheel. That night was the last time she would visit the Miller residence. She said goodbye to Sarah alone a few weeks later, just before hitting the road. She would, however, see Joel again months later.

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September 26th, 2003.

09:06 pm

She walked down the street in downtown Austin, heading towards the bus that would take her on an hour-and-a-half trip to San Antonio. Vehicle in sight, she was only a few feet away from leaving the city behind before a voice called her name. She didn’t need to turn around to identify it. She wanted to be dramatic and petty and just get on the bus and not dwell on the past, but the past caught up to her. The past stood behind her as she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, cursing her treacherous heart, her stupid heart, her naive heart that got her into this mess in the first place. Love and hatred pulled her in opposite directions, and she realized then that despite seemingly having made her mind up at the start of summer, she was to decide her future right then and there: standing at the border of two lives with little to no time. 

He called out for her again, and she gave in, owing herself a proper resolution to that affair.

“Hi, Joel.” she said, her tone flat as if talking to a stranger.

“I thought you left months ago.”

“I went on a trip around the country with some friends. They canceled my flight in San Antonio last week, and rescheduled it to 5 am tomorrow.” 

The rescheduling was a pain in the ass. It meant she had to either book a cheap hotel near the airport and pray she wouldn’t miss her flight, or worse, sleep directly at the terminal. She had a strange sensation the universe was trying to stop her from going anywhere.

“Oh, well,” he mumbled, his hands in his jean pockets, finding sudden interest in his shoes. “I’m sorry.”

Feeling like this interaction was going nowhere, (Y/N) bid him a good night and resumed her walk towards the bus. 

“For everything. I’m sorry for all of it.” his voice came closer. The feeling of deep-rooted sadness battled with the sensation of pent-up anger for control of her mind and body.

She scoffed, revealing a bit of that irritation, “And you call me difficult.”

“Look, I know, alright? I know I’m a stubborn asshole. I know that I can be cold and distant, I know I’m not very good at communicating. I wish-” he paused to catch his breath, or maybe think about his words before they slipped out. “I wish you hadn’t seen that side of me. God knows I haven’t felt so…at peace until I met you. I like who I am when you’re around, you balance me out. It’s selfish, very selfish, I mean you’ve got a whole future ahead of you, so many promising opportunities. And I guess I wanted to spare you from crashing and burning down the line, chained down to some guy going through a midlife crisis in Austin. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did that night and I won’t ever forgive myself for it, but I couldn’t bear the thought of you believing those words, so here I am.”

By the end of his monologue, small salty drops stained the ground beneath (Y/N)’s feet. Her heart ached for two reasons: the reassurance that he didn’t grow tired of her after all, and the grief of having to lose her love once again. She turned back to face him, noting his pleading eyes, and silently went up to wrap her arms around his neck, feeling his warmth, taking in his cologne, for the last time.

“I forgive you.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I forgive you, Joel. Happy birthday.” Her hands stroked the back of his head soothingly. She realized he was crying too, her jacket bunched up in his fists, his heart audibly breaking.

This wasn’t a fairytale, like the ones she used to read to Sarah. It wasn’t one of her period romance novels. Their story came to a bittersweet end; she felt thankful, however, that it had an end at all.

“Please be happy, okay? I don’t want you sulking around just because I’m not here to act as your personal cheerleader.” she spoke quietly, holding his face, her world, in her hands.

Joel chuckled through tears, “Don’t worry, Sarah can cover for you.”

The mention of her name caused another round of tears to pool in her eyes. “Tell Saz I’m sorry, and that I love her greatly. Tell Tommy I’ll miss him too; his snoring, not so much.”

After another beat of laughter and silence, the two reluctantly parted, acknowledging that her bus was to leave at any minute. Before he lost her for good, Joel pulled her in for one last kiss, sharing her pain and heartache.

“Be good.” she whispered into his lips before forcing herself to board the bus with a heavy heart.

She saw him outside her window, putting up a palm against the glass for her to mimic. As the bus drove away from its station, she watched as her lover became smaller and smaller before receding from her view. With the family she cared for behind her, the young woman observed the disappearing scenery of the city she called her second home with a fresh set of tears.

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masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

tags: @elliaze @joeldjarin

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller angst #joel miller x reader angst

[yunjardi]

UNHOLY HOLIDAYS

pairing: boyfriend!jake x female!reader

includes: smut [mdni], established relationship, slight pda, teasing, unprotected sex [pls stay safe and use protection], breeding kink, spanking, oral, dirty talk, jake calls the reader slut, baby, and good girl, alcohol [please feel free to let me know if i missed anything!]

a/n: happy holidays to the horny people on my phone <3

an elegant and elaborate christmas tree stood tall on the left side of the church’s podium where the fancy robe clad priest was making his elaborate ‘what-christmas-is-really-about’ speech; a staple in christmas mass.

you weren’t exactly the church type, but you agreed to attend only because you wanted jake to feel content this christmas eve. 

you two would usually attend church with his family during christmas eve, but this is the first christmas the two of you were spending alone together. still, jake wanted to uphold the whole ‘church on christmas eve’ thing his family did every year, which you always thought was boring but you loved jake too much to say no. 

jake seemed to be listening attentively to the priest’s, kind of obnoxious, speech, but in reality, his warm hand was running up and down your thigh, his fingers seeming to push the fabric of your sweater dress up with every wispy movement of his hand. the dimly lit cathedral room leading him to believe that no one could see what he was doing, the soft lighting definitely not helping with the fact that jake was beginning to feel a bit horny.

you shot him a quick look, wondering if he was aware of what he was doing or if it was just his subconsciousness taking over him. his facial expression showed you that his actions were, in fact, intentional. it seemed as if he couldn’t wait until you got back to the room you two rented out at winter lodge for the week.  

it kinda shocked you to see him act this way in public, especially at church. this may have a random local church that you two would never go to again, but you didn’t expect a “church boy” like him to not have any shame as he dragged his hand all over your thigh. you figured it was just him not caring about the fact that you guys would literally never go to this church again, and not just because it wasn’t near your real house.

once the church service ended, jake held your hand as he led you to the car, giggling to himself about the fun he had teasing you during mass.

“well aren’t you a little sinner,” you joked as you buckled your seatbelt, jake laughing. “only when you’re around,” he remarked as he looked into your eyes, which caused you to raise an eyebrow. “whatever you say, jake.”

once you arrived back at your lodge room, jake opened the fridge and began to pour both of you each a glass of wine while you sat on the loveseat that you positioned near the fireplace because it was blisteringly cold outside. 

not long after, jake came to join you, wineglasses in hand. 

“i made sure to get something nice to drink,” jake said sweetly as he handed you one of two wineglasses, “maybe the alcohol will warm you up.” you gave jake a warm smile, clinking your wineglass with jake’s before taking a sip. you weren’t fond of the taste, but you took a few more sips so that jake didn’t suspect that you disliked the flavor and sting that you felt as it traveled down your throat. both of you simultaneously placed your wine down on the side tables that were on either side of the loveseat before turning to look at each other. 

“warm?” jake asked as he put his arm around you. “mmm, i could be warmer,” you responded, putting your head against his chest and taking it upon yourself to move his hand over to your thigh, “why don’t we finish what you were trying to start when you were supposed to be listening to the word of god?” jake trailed his hand up and down your thigh slowly and sensually, this fingers teasing you and getting close to pulling on the elastic of the matching pajama pants that you and jake wore. his fingers caressed you until you felt them slip into the waistband of both your pajama pants and your panties, which made your breath hitch. you let your hands trail over to his pajamas as you began to gently tug them down, jake following your actions. now that both your bottoms were off, it was easier for you two to play with each other.

“so naughty,” jake whispered in your ear as his hands found their way to your swollen clit, making you quietly gasp out, followed by a shy mewl. he chuckled sexily. “shy now?” nodding in agreement, you turned your head so you could bury your bashful face into his shoulder to which he chuckled again as he placed a kiss on top of your head. "my precious girl. i'm gonna take good care of you."

scooting off the couch, jake kneeled in front of you. "spread your legs wide open for me, baby," jake said seductively, "let me taste you."

shyly, you spread your legs open for him, a light smirk forming on his face as he held your legs apart by your knees. "please, please, please touch me," you pleaded quietly, your pussy already dripping wet in anticipation. jake smiled lovingly, proud of how quickly you submitted to him whether he was being rough or gentle.

"such a polite girl," jake smiled against your clit before beginning to suck on it, "you know what they say: nice girls get what they want on christmas. will you keep being a good girl for me?" jake asked you while caressing your inner thighs, his breath fanning your needy entrance. "i'll be a good girl for jakey," you whimpered out, needily trying to push his head further down in between your legs, eager for him to eat your pussy, "i promise." listening closely, you heard jake let out a content hum in response before quickly latching his lips onto your clit again, prompting you to ever so gently tug on a fistful of his soft black hair.

"mmm," you moaned out while subconsciously wrapping you calves around his shoulders to ensure that he'd stay where he belonged; between your legs.

you let him work wonders with his tongue for a few more minutes before lifting his head up from between your wet thighs. "something wrong, baby?" jake asked as he used his index finger and thumb to wipe the remaining bits of your arousal off his face. you responded by climbing off the couch and motioning for him to sit on the couch in front of you. "oh, i see," jake smirked as he gave you a pat on your head, "so you really wanna be a good girl this christmas?" you nodded with an innocent smile before taking hold of his veiny cock, stroking it slowly before kissing from his balls to his tip, making him let out a low groan as his head fell back.

you had every intention to suck almost every last drop of cum out of his dick, so with that in mind, you began to stroke it while licking and sucking on the tip, occasionally moaning against his cock for added stimulation.

"f-fuck," jake lowly stuttered out as he resisted the urge to buck his hips toward your mouth, "keep going, slut, yeah just like that. i'm gonna fucking cum." you smiled against his cock, eagerly continuing to suck it so you could speed up the process of getting a taste of his warm seed. before you knew it, his cum spurted onto your tongue, making you let out a moan accompanied by a content hum. you watched his chest rise and fall for a few more seconds before he regained the strength to bring you over to the bed to begin destroying your pussy.

not wasting time, jake bent you over the edge of the bed and lined up his raw tip outside your tight and needy entrance, making sure to land a harsh spank on your ass before putting himself inside you.

"jake!" you let out a high pitched yet gasp-y and breathy moan at the rush you received from jake's cock suddenly pounding at your sweet spot, "fuck, right there!" you moaned uncontrollably, not expecting him to start going so rough immediately. "mm, so warm and wet for me," jake groaned out while kneading your ass, slowing down so that he could change positions.

he got comfortable against the headboard, pulling you toward him and posing your body exactly how he wanted; facing away from him while you sat yourself up and down on his dick. jake guided his thick tip back into your pussy, letting you take your time sinking down on his cock. "s-so deep," you mewled out while you pushed your hips further into his. "mhm," jake chuckled sexily as he adored the way your ass bounced against his thighs, "you feel me all the way in your tummy? you want me to cum all up inside you, don't you?" you let a breathy moan escape your lips before responding. "m-mhm," you nodded as your hip movements got slower, "want your cum please."

jake gently pushed you off of him, letting his still rock hard, and now wet, cock fall out of you. he turned you around so that you were facing him, immediately making you sink down on his member again, so desperate to feel your tight walls squeezing around him again.

"look me in my eyes while i fill you up, slut," jake commanded, "i wanna hear you moan for me." you whined as you bounced on his cock, his dirty words motivating you further. "you feel so g-good, jakey," you breathed out as your pussy violently pulsed around his stiff cock, "please hurry and cum inside me." you begged needily while looking him in his pretty brown eyes.

"aww, my good little girl wants my cum so bad," jake cooed as he caressed your hips, "you want my babies inside you that badly, hm? is that one of my christmas gifts to you? a cute little baby?" your eyes were teary with pleasure as you bit your bottom lip and nodded. "m-mhm, jakey," you stuttered out a response, "want a baby so b-bad." jake practically melted at hearing you say that, not just because it was an extreme turn-on for him, but also because he found it super sweet and cute.

he was so turned on, in fact, that he didn't even realize he was already releasing his load inside you. all he knew was that he was letting out uncontrollable low groans as you bounced on his veiny cock, wanting to drain every last bit of cum from it.

"g-good girl," jake moaned deeply as his eyes rolled back, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your ass, "you love being full of my cum, don't you?" he asked breathlessly, to which you mewled shyly in agreement before letting his cock fall out of you. your inner thighs were soaked in his and your arousal as you collapsed next to him in the bed.

glancing over at the nightstand, jake looked at the digital clock.

12:00AM

it was officially christmas day.

he smirked as he turned back at you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"we'll have to wait and see if you got what you wanted for christmas," jake chuckled as he put his big, warm hand on your lower stomach.

a/n: happy whorelidays to you all <3 i hope the season treats you well ! sorry for the huge delay in my writing recently, i'll be back with more stuff soon ! <3 u all

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[tss-whumper]

christmas when you're alone - i

some lovely roman christmas angst for the soul.

merry christmas eve to all who celebrate! this story is for those who love a bit of sadness during the holidays. or in this case...a LOT of sadness.

2.3k words (i plan on coming out with a part two soon that's based on a request! all you rosleep fans out there will be a big fan of it, wink wink!)

(cws -> emotional/psychological abuse, guilt-tripping, toxic parental figures. also, patton and janus are the main "whumpers" so to speak while logan, remus, and virgil are more like bystanders. this is just a very sad day for roman.)

Christmas was one of Roman's favorite holidays. Everything about it to him was nothing short of spectacular--the lights, the beautiful music, and most of all, the Christmas spirit. The giving and the wishing and the believing. Roman really, really liked the believing. After all, what was Christmas without the magic?

This year, Roman was determined to create the best Christmas yet. After a turbulent year with a lot of hurt feelings, Roman figured that a fantastic Christmas would be the best way to make everything perfect again. So he worked tirelessly on decorating the house, making sure there were elements to the decorations that everybody enjoyed. Sentimental ornaments for Patton, tasteful silver string lights for Logan, golden candlesticks for Janus, a gingerbread graveyard for Virgil, and a creepy-looking inflatable Santa for Remus. While none of it was particularly Roman's taste, it did look cool when it was all put together, like a kaleidoscope of Christmas spirit, aesthetics bumping into each other and mixing together. And besides, it didn't matter if Roman liked it. Christmas was about giving, after all! And Roman would do anything to make the others happy with him.

When the house was finished, Roman started on creating and wrapping his gifts. Being Creativity, he had the entire universe at the tips of his fingers. He could give anybody anything he wanted, as long as it fit in the mindscape. So he tried very hard to give everybody gifts that would be meaningful and sweet, and he wrapped them with gentle care. Roman wasn't particularly good at being gentle or careful, but it didn't matter what Roman was good at. All that mattered was his friends' reactions to his beautiful and thoughtful presents. He desperately wanted to see them happy, but he was also worried about what might happen if they weren't happy.

Thinking about that made Roman's stomach twist, so he distracted himself by blasting "All I Want For Christmas Is You" while taking a shower with hot-chocolate-scented sugar scrub.

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The month zoomed by faster than anybody had anticipated, and before he knew it, Roman was waking up on Christmas morning. And everything felt perfect. He could smell cinnamon rolls being baked in the kitchen, and the cheerful chatter of his friends. Being a heavy sleeper, Roman was used to being the last one awake, so he was quick to get himself ready so the rest of the group wouldn't have to wait on him for much longer.

After putting on a red sweater, brown pants, brown socks, and a reindeer headband, Roman felt ready to go. He smiled a few times in the mirror, just to make sure that he looked perfect. Then, he walked out, joining all the noise and bustle that his friends were making seamlessly.

The cinnamon rolls were warm, the conversation was silly, and everyone seemed to be getting along. Roman just sank in his chair, taking in all the celebratory atmosphere as if it was more valuable than oxygen. Everything was going so well. It felt too good to be true.

Probably because it was.

"Roman, what took you so long?" Janus asked, "Was getting your hair and makeup perfect more important than having breakfast with us?"

His question was carelessly flung into the air with a teasing attitude. The words stung Roman like a slap.

"I don't have any makeup on," Roman replied, trying his best to keep a smile on his face, "I got ready as fast as I could. I'm sorry, I must have slept in a bit more than usual. You all weren't waiting too long for me, were you?"

Silence hung in the air like a cloud of fog, until finally, Patton spoke up.

"It's okay, buddy! We learned our lesson now. Next year, we'll just start without you! That should motivate you to get up on time."

Roman winced, his cheeks burning as Logan and Virgil chuckled, and Remus dove into another cinnamon roll. His eyes felt hot as Janus stared at him with a cruelly amused expression, his gaze practically boring into Roman.

This was going to be another hard day, wasn't it?

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Things started to go even more downhill when presents were being opened. Roman struggled to stay still, so excited about both his gifts, and the gifts that others were receiving, that he found himself constantly squirming in his spot on the floor, surrounded by crumpled up wrapping paper and shiny new items.

"That one's from me!" Roman exclaimed eagerly as Virgil opened up a new pair of black Converse. "They're high-tops, see? And they're platform, because you said you wish you could grow taller for Christmas. Now you can! And look, there's spiderwebs on the bottoms! I painted them myself!"

"Wow..." Virgil said, putting on the shoes and walking around in them. "Cool. Thanks, Roman."

The air turned cold, and Roman started to feel very, very uncomfortable. Virgil seemed happy with his gift, but everybody else seemed upset. Roman didn't understand. Was something wrong with Virgil's shoes?

"Roman, do you- really think that was a sensitive choice?" Patton asked, "How would you feel if someone got you a gift targeting something you're insecure about?"

"Insecure about?" Roman asked, his heart leaping out of his throat, "What- what do you mean? I didn't mean to do anything wrong!"

"Stop attacking Patton and answer the question," Janus hissed, his eyes narrowing.

"I-" Roman choked, looking around the room for any semblance of support. He didn't understand. Why was this happening? He thought he'd gotten Virgil the perfect gift. He looked at his list and picked the one thing that seemed impossible. The one wish that Virgil added, but didn't expect to receive. What was so bad about that?

"Are you just going to sit there and look stupid, or are you going to apologize?"

Even Logan was doing this now?? Roman tensed up. His heart started to pound, and his hands trembled against his will. He slid them under his knees so nobody else would see how afraid he was. After all, that would probably make everyone madder.

"I'm sorry, Virgil," Roman whispered, his voice too watery to speak any louder. "I didn't mean to do anything wrong. I just wanted to get you something thoughtful."

"Thoughtful," Janus muttered under his breath with a short laugh, exchanging a glance with Patton, who quietly giggled. "Is he even capable of thought?"

"It's...whatever, Roman," Virgil said awkwardly, "They're cool shoes. Can we just move on to the next person?"

Everybody else carried on, perfectly normally, as if nothing had happened. But Roman just couldn't. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, and he repeatedly squeezed them shut and opened them, trying as hard as he could not to cry in front of all of his friends on Christmas.

When it was his turn to open a gift, Roman smiled when he saw that it was from Janus. The past gifts Janus had given were lavish and extravagant, and Roman loved things that made him feel even more like royalty. He carefully unwrapped the golden paper, and tried to mask his confusion as he held up a very, very large book. It was incredibly heavy, to the point where his muscles were straining while he tried to read the cover. And when he did, he felt like he was going to die.

A Comprehensive Guide to Manners and Etiquette.

As everyone else read the title, they started to laugh. Remus high-fived Janus, and Patton snorted, hiding his smile behind his hands.

"Look, Roman, it's extra convenient for you," Janus said, "See? It's almost as big as your ego."

This caused the rest of the group to howl with laughter, and Roman to bow his head, quickly swiping a hand over his cheek before anybody could catch a glimpse of the tear that had fallen as his heart broke on what was supposed to be the most magical day of the year.

But no matter how Roman felt about it, this was a present. He had to do the polite thing.

"Thank you, Janus," he said, cringing at how choked up he sounded.

"Aww, you're welcome, Roman," Janus cooed, "Merry Christmas."

He patted Roman on the head patronizingly, and Roman felt like he was going to suffocate. He was only able to breathe again when the attention was off him, as Patton opened his next present.

Roman tried to steady his breathing, focusing on what everyone else was receiving. He laughed at their jokes, marveled at their presents, and pretended like everything was perfect. It really wasn't much different from performing onstage. All he had to do was play a character. He just had to be the happy, indestructible Princey that everyone wanted him to be.

But that was much easier said than done. Even when Roman stopped speaking, the insults and cruel remarks continued.

"A megaphone! Better not let Roman have it."

"I love this poetry book. It's way better than all the sappy shit Roman writes."

"Roman, aren't you happy with your gift? Now when you feel like being an attention whore, you can write in this diary instead of whining to us about how the lipgloss you ordered is the wrong color."

"This is the last time we let Roman decorate. Look at how gaudy this room is. It's almost as loud as him."

It.

Didn't.

Stop.

The world was spinning. Everything was going wrong, and Roman couldn't understand why. He had tried so hard. He did everything he could to make the others happy, putting in hours to prove that he was more than the selfish, egotistical, bratty caricature that they berated him constantly for being. Maybe Roman was being stupid, thinking that things would be different today just because it was Christmas. But now, Roman was experiencing his very first Christmas in which his biggest wish didn't come true.

He just wanted a day where he wasn't being berated and teased for every move he made. If it was really that hard for the others to resist pulling their tricks and humiliating him, then maybe Roman was the problem. Maybe he had messed up too many times, and was now irredeemable. He would always be the evil twin. The stupid one. The bratty bitch who always ruined every room he walked into. The egotistical one who needed to be knocked down a peg. It wasn't fair. Couldn't they see he was trying? What more did he have to do to prove that he was more than his past mistakes? If groveling and changing everything about himself to the best of his ability wasn't enough, maybe it was time for Roman to give up. Maybe he was going to have to resign himself to being the first punching bag in history to wear a crown and a sash.

"Roman, what are you doing?"

Roman blinked as he heard Patton's voice, stopping his zoning out as he realized something dreadful. His shoulders were rising and falling sporadically against his will, and his breathing was audibly stuttered. Everybody was staring at him with wide eyes, and something salty and wet settled in the groove between his lips.

He was crying. Not just crying--sobbing. Uncontrollably.

"Oh, great, here we go again," Remus sneered, "Little Princey didn't get exactly what he wanted on Christmas."

"That's not why I'm crying!" Roman choked, "I have to go-"

Hands tightly grasped onto his shoulders, pushing Roman back down into his sitting position before he was able to get far off the ground. Janus smirked at Roman as the creative side flinched.

"You're not going anywhere," Janus said, "On a family holiday? What would Patton think?"

"Ro, I just don't understand," Patton cut in, "Why do you always have to make everything about yourself?"

"You totally just killed the vibe," Virgil added quietly.

"We were having fun before you had to go and put a damper on everything," Patton added, "You're ruining Christmas, Roman."

As Roman gazed around the room, he saw not a shred of sympathy. Not even a hint of curiosity or recognition pertaining to why he was feeling this way. Why he was choking on his own tears instead of laughing and having fun like everyone else. Nobody cared. Nobody wanted to keep Roman around except to further embarrass him.

His tears were funny to the others. To them, he was nothing but a sad clown.

"Please let me go," he begged, "Please. I'm sorry. I just need some time in my room, and then I won't do anything wrong for the rest of the day."

"Maybe you should go to your room," Logan said.

"But maybe you shouldn't come out," Janus added, "What do you think, Patton? Is it too harsh to give him a time-out on Christmas?"

"The better question is, can we trust him not to be a whiny little bitch for the rest of the day?" Remus chirped.

As the group deliberated over whether or not Roman had a right to celebrate his favorite holiday with his dearest loved ones, the prince shut down. He closed his eyes and stopped fighting for air through his gasps and sobs. What was the point? What was the use of doing anything if every day was going to be like this?

Roman didn't even push back when Janus carried him to his room, placing him on his bed and locking the door behind him with a magic seal.

How did the fun sound so much louder when Roman was far away from it?

As Roman curled up under his blankets, he let himself cry fully, knowing that nobody would be able to see him and ridicule him anymore. His sobs echoed off his walls, dissonant with the joyous laughter that taunted Roman outside his door.

He really was all alone, wasn't he?

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BMFBMLBME Chapter 20

Damian sighed; the video camera propped up on the counter in the bathroom as he leaned against the bathtub.

He had doubled checked to make sure he was in frame, not wanting to have to film the video twice.

He wasn’t sure he could get through it once.

There were numerous videos on the camera already, just under half of the storage on the thumb drive was full. Some were of them together, some were separate.

They had stayed true to the plan, of filming everything.

The nice, quiet moments.

The moments where he would get her to laugh so hard she snorted and his stomach hurt.

The bad moments too.

This, was a bad video.

“It’s Christmas. We have been trapped here for 8 months and 13 days.” Damian started, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Marinette is still sick, she got sick in late November and she-” He took a shuddering breath. “She’s just been getting worse.” He finished, his voice cracking at the end.

“Mother won’t help.” He continued after a moment.

“She says that Marinette needs to get over it on her own, she refuses to get a doctor or any medicine for her. I don’t even have a, a thermometer to know how high her fever is. No one is helping and I- I don’t know what to do.”

Damian wrapped his arms around himself, staring at the ground before his feet.

“I want to go home.” He whispered.

If he were home, Marinette wouldn’t still be sick. Father would have called for a doctor immediately or figured out what was wrong and helped him herself.

No one would have let her suffer like this.

If he were at home, they wouldn’t be locked up like this. Surviving merely because it was his mother’s whims keeping them alive.

He felt helpless, and he hated it.

“I want to get some medicine, help Marinette get better. I want to get us out of here, back home where I can introduce her to everyone. Where we aren’t locked up and can actually do things and go places. I want to go home.” Damian ranted in the quiet room.

Damian stayed quiet for a while, staring down at the ground before he tilted his head, looking out through the crack in the bathroom door.

“Marinette’s still asleep, she’ll be up soon though. I’m sure she’ll want a bath so I should probably start running her some water.” He thought out loud, turning to look at the bathtub behind him.

“I have to help her get to the bathroom now; she can’t really walk or stand long enough to make it on her own. She won’t let me help her with the bath though, she says she can do it on her own but she’s always winded by the time she’s finished.” Damian said, sniffling as he tried not to think too hard about the state she was in.

Damian ran a hand through his hair, standing up and closing the bathroom door softly.

He walked back over to the camera, looking straight into the camera as he squatted before it.

“I’m terrified, honestly.” He admitted, doing his best to force the words out. “I’m not sure how long Marinette is going to last like this, and I’m not sure I can last without her.”

“The way I see it, this is going to go one of two ways. We are both going to make it out of here, somehow, or…” He paused, giving the camera a measured look. “Neither of us will. I won’t be able to stay sane without her, and Mother won’t keep her around if I’m not here.”

Damian paused, trying to think of what else he should say when he heard a faint rustling behind the bathroom door.

“Damian?” Marinette’s soft voice called out.

Damian whipped his head to the side, standing up and grabbing the camera with one hand.

“I’m right here!” He called back, switching the video off as he walked.

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Love & jealousy

Pairing: Loki x fem!you

Warnings: virgin Loki, smut, fluff, fluffy smut, graphic description of smut.

Word count: 3854.

A/N: It's 2 a.m. where I live, and yes, I stayed up until this hour to finish this because it's a Christmas Special! I needed to post this, so here it is. I hope you like it. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated ♥

The Christmas Eve party in Avengers Tower was at its peak. Even when you were an agent, you have taken part in the Christmas decoration team since it was your favourite activity of the holidays. You didn’t have any missions assigned so you could enjoy it properly. Loki, even when being the newest member of the team, was your best friend and had obviously made fun of you for enjoying it so much. But you didn’t pay him any attention, knowing that his happiness was teasing people. However, he did compliment you on the dress you were wearing tonight. It didn’t surprise you since you were wearing a long strapless dark green dress, but it was good to feel appreciated, mostly by the handsome God of Mischief. 

You were dancing along to Wanda and Natasha when you spotted him. Your ex -if what you had qualified as a relationship- was chatting with Tony, hugging his wife by the waist. He cast a look on you and quickly tried to make his way toward you. You started to panic until you spotted Loki. He was resting his back on a far wall, almost invisible to anyone but he was your saviour at that moment. You almost ran to him -thank God he was opposite your ex’s way- and grabbed the lapel of his brown and green leather suit. Loki looked at you surprised.

“Wow, there, agent, what’s wrong?” Loki asked while grabbing you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall back against his strong and tall frame.

“I’m going to ask you something, I’ll explain later, okay? Kiss me,” You begged him desperately looking back to see your ex still making his way toward you.

“What? You know I’d normally do it without asking but-”

“Loki, please, I need you to help me. I swear I’ve got an explanation, but we’re running out of time,” You interrupted him while grabbing his suit harder.

“Alright, but I warn you, there are consequences…-”

Before Loki could finish speaking, you crashed your lips on his, kissing him fiercely. He kissed you back without a doubt, keeping his hands on your waist. In the beginning, you were trying to put on a good show, but then something changed. His lips on yours moved with expertise, making the kiss seem passionate for everybody else, even when he was just moving his lips. He had the opportunity to get his tongue inside your mouth several times, but he didn’t. It seemed like he wanted to respect you, and you thought that was sweet but at the same time, you couldn’t help but wonder why. You two were best friends for a long time now, but did he think that he was that much superior than you? You tugged his long black curly hair which made him groan in your mouth, but still nothing. That made you feel desperate, caring and furious at the same time.

You pulled back and everybody at the party was looking at you both, but you couldn’t care less. You were breathless, staring at Loki who just tried to adjust his suit where your hands have been. How was he so collected when you were a complete mess? You needed to know his secret. You took Loki’s hand and made your way through the crowd, going up the stairs until you reached your apartment door. You got your magnetic key out of your dress and opened your door, dragging Loki inside with you. You closed the door behind you and tried to make some sense of what just happened. You kissed your best friend, which should be weird, but instead, it was hot. You weren’t blind, you were completely aware of Loki’s hotness, but you appreciated your friendship too much. Or did you? Were you lying to yourself the whole time? Maybe you have wanted this for as long as you knew him but you didn’t want to admit it. 

“Care to explain?” Loki asked while smoothening his leather suit. Then he crossed his arms on his chest, arching one eyebrow.

What? Oh, right, I was the one who kissed him without reason, you thought while your head was still swirling with your emotions and thoughts.

“Yes, sorry. Do you remember the man I told you about? The one who is Tony’s investor?” Loki knew your whole story. He had seen you cry, cuss and in every other state possible.

“The one who is married and used you as a toy? Yes, I remember that excuse of a mortal,” Loki answered with venom dripping from every syllable he pronounced.

“Well, he was here tonight. I didn’t know he was going to come. He left his wife with Tony and was making his way toward me when I came to look for you,” you explained while feeling the heat going up your cheeks. Loki nodded as he understood. There was a moment of awkward silence between you two, the tension palpable in the air. You needed to get everything out of your chest. “Loki, you don’t have to answer if you think that I’m overstepping, but why didn’t you…take your chance with me when we were kissing?” you asked in a whisper, looking at the floor instead of him. You couldn’t stand his stare and you didn’t know why. “I mean, I know we are best friends and everything but…do you not consider me worthy or something?”

“Worthy?” Loki asked, incredulous. “When have I used that word when referring to you? Do you think that I am like that useless mortal that wanted to fuck you and then threw you away?” you looked up to focus your gaze on his eyes, even when tears were forming in your eyes. “I didn’t ‘take my chance’, as you so eloquently put it, with you because when I do it, I want you to want it as well. Not because of some revenge or because you are escaping someone else, but because of me,” You felt stupid after hearing him say that and now the tears were a river ruining your make-up.

“What if…what if I wanted you to?” You asked in a whisper between your sobs. However, you didn’t wait for a response: you turned around and walked to your bedroom’s balcony. The chill air and snowflakes cut your skin but it helped you think more clearly. 

“I told you there would be consequences if we kissed. Now you can’t live without me,” Loki joked while he took off his coat and put it on your shoulders. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold outside ran through your spine as his hands touched for the briefest moment your bare skin.

“Oh, excuse me, seductive God of Mischief, will I ruin all your lovers now?” You asked full of sarcasm. You kept your gaze straight ahead, watching the snow falling softly to the floor.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Loki asked in a whisper. You bit down your lower lip.

“Yes, but after that comment, not right now.”

You turned to go back inside, but Loki caught your arm before you could fully turn. He pulled, getting you impossibly close to his body and then put one of his hands on one side of your waist and the other caressed your cheek. His piercing green eyes looked into yours intensely but softly at the same time, while he got his face closer to yours. As if a snowflake has fallen into your lips, you felt his thin lips upon yours. A small peck is all that he gave you before he pulled back to look into your eyes again, his thumb never ceasing the caress on your cheek. You looked at him expectantly while his green eyes shone under the snowy night. His dark curly hair was full of snowflakes that didn’t lose their form because of his naturally low temperature, and you reached a trembling hand to caress it, making Loki smile sweetly at you. You found courage out of nowhere and used your grip on his hair to pull him down at you once more, joining your lips again. You moved your lips on his, enjoying the thrilling sensation that was running up and down your body with each second that passed by. Loki kissed you back with no rush, although his kiss was now more purposeful. You put your free hand on his chest where you felt his heart beating as wildly as yours. 

After some minutes of exchanging sweet pecks, you felt the insatiable need for more. Thus, you grabbed his lower lip between your lips first and then with your teeth, which caused a grunt from Loki. You slid your tongue inside his mouth, finding his and lazily stroking it. Loki shamelessly explored your mouth with his tongue, his expertise on the matter showed in each calculated movement. His grip on your waist became stronger and you couldn’t help but moan in his mouth, enjoying the kiss too much to care about anything else. However, you both pulled apart out of a sudden with the surprising sound of a firework. More followed it while you heard the cheering from the low floor.

“It’s midnight…” you said while you tried to recover your breath. “Merry Christmas, Loki,” You finished while caressing his cheek. There was nothing more beautiful in this universe than Loki under the moonlight. Loki gave you an affectionate smile while both his hands travelled to the sides of your waist again.

“This is an Earth thing, but anyway… Merry Christmas, kitten,” he kissed the tip of your nose. “You have already given me my present, and I adore it,” He whispered while nuzzling your noses together. You smiled back at him, taking one step forward so your body would be glued to his completely.

“I do have an actual present for you, but I guess it can wait until tomorrow,” You gave him another peck on the lips, not being able to contain yourself.

“May I ask since when did you want me to kiss you?” Loki asked in such a low whisper that if it wouldn’t have been for your closeness, you wouldn’t hear a thing he said because of the fireworks still exploding in the sky.

“Always,” You answered truthfully while the heat went up your cheeks again.

“If that is the case, why did you let that mortal have you before I?” Loki wasn’t berating you, he seemed hurt instead. You bit your lower lip and then hid your face in his broad chest. Even though he was upset, he held you tightly against his body.

“I was hiding… It never crossed my mind that you’d wanted me, and I knew that if I let you have me just once wouldn’t be enough, not for me at least. So I convinced myself that we were just friends and that that was all I wanted…” You felt more and more embarrassed as the words left your mouth. How could you be so blind to your feelings this whole time?

“Let’s go inside. I cannot provide you with enough warmth and I don’t want you ill, kitten.”

You both entered back to your bedroom which was automatically heated by Tony’s tech. Loki’s hand never left your waist and his thumb massaged your back which made warmth spread from that point to the rest of your body. You took off his coat since you didn’t need it inside, but you threw it to a near couch since he was really sexy without it. You weren’t sure if he wanted anything to do with you after your confession, however, when you turned your gaze to his, he was looking at you with the same adoring glance he gave you on the balcony before kissing you. You bit down your lower lip again, not knowing what would happen now, but, as usual, Loki took care of everything. He grabbed the sides of your waist and kissed your lips slowly and sweetly. Soon enough, the kiss deepened and your tongues found their way to get entangled and play together. You crossed your arms behind his neck, glueing your body to his and grabbing a bunch of his soft raven curly hair in your fist. He grunted in your mouth as you massaged his scalp. One of his hands travelled up your spine until he met the naked skin at your back, and you shivered while feeling the light contact of his big hand against your bare skin.

You were out of breath after some minutes of kissing, but you weren’t keen on pulling apart. Your hands itched with the need to touch him, to feel his lean but strong body. Following your needs, you used one of the hands that were on his hair to caress his temple, his sharp cheekbone, his cheek, his square jaw, his neck, his chest where his heart was beating wildly, and his lower abdomen. Loki pulled back his mouth from yours to inhale sharply, a beautiful shade of pink colouring his cheeks. You stopped your hand there, in the hem of his shirt and his pants, looking him straight into those green eyes of his. His hands didn’t move an inch, although you could feel them shiver against your skin. Did you go too far? Did he want to stop? You weren’t usually insecure, but this wasn’t a random fuck. This was Loki. 

“Do you want me?” Loki asked in a whisper, his breath catching in his throat as he spoke the words. You looked at him confused.

“Of course I want you,” You answered without hesitation. 

“You don’t understand, kitten,” he insisted while shaking his head. His hands cupped both of your cheeks as he took a step back from you, but, at the same time, he didn’t want to stop touching you now that he was allowed to. “Even when I have experience in…other areas, I haven’t gone until the end with anybody,” Loki explained while caressing your cheeks. You looked at him surprised.

“You mean…you are a virgin?” you asked incredulously. He nodded. “But, how? I mean, I’ve seen you-”

“You thought you saw me, kitten. It was difficult for me knowing that you were with that mortal that didn’t treat you like the queen you really are,” he smiled sheepishly. “It was just an illusion created for you not to see me like a weak wreck,” He whispered, but you heard him all the same. After that, you held him tight around his slim waist.

“That doesn’t answer the ‘how’, though,” You whispered, embarrassed with yourself. He smiled again.

“Well, you do know I am a god. I cannot simply lay with another being just like that. The implications would be…disastrous,” he tried to explain while he caressed your arms up and down, not focusing his gaze on yours. “I can only do it with one person, the one I will want for the rest of my time.”

“A-and that-that would be…me?” You asked him, incredulous. You prayed that he would say yes, but at the same time, it was almost impossible for you to believe that. Loki's smile widened.

“Why do you sound so surprised, kitten? Yes, my heart has chosen you since the very first time I set my eyes upon you. But you must know the importance of this kind of union for a god like me, but also for you,” his smile was gone from his lips, but he kept your body close to his and his adoring green eyes fixed on yours. “This would be more than a mortal union, you see. It’d mean that you and I belong together, to each other, until death comes for us. I am certain, I have been for a long time now, but I need you to be as certain as I am. There is no turning back from this, kitten,” Even when you didn’t want to, a small giggle escaped through your lips. Loki looked hurt and confused, so you quickly kissed his lips shortly.

“I’m sorry, it was a nervous laugh,” you explained while leaving short kisses on all the spots of his face you could reach. “Of course, I want you, Loki. I want you as I have never wanted anybody else, and I never thought it possible for you to feel the same.”

Loki rolled his eyes with a smile on his thin lips. You let out a little shriek when he grabbed you by your knees, carrying you bridal style to your bed. He laid on top of you, although you didn’t feel his weight since he rested it on his forearms. His adoring look never left his eyes as he first nuzzled your noses together before joining your lips once more. This kiss was slow but intense, passionate, full of fire, love and devotion. You tore open his shirt and started to caress his pectorals and his abdomen, down his happy trail and up again. You wanted to lick him too, but your tongue was too busy playing with his. Still, you felt his muscles contracting under your touch. You didn’t know how much power you had over him. 

After what seemed like an eternity, you were both naked and still kissing each other as if it were the last day of your existence and wanted to enjoy it as much as possible. His lips travelled down your neck, licking and biting, probably leaving marks, but you didn’t care at all. He kept travelling down your body with his lips until he reached one of your nipples. Loki looked up at you with a mischievous smile and when his lips circled your nipple and he sucked, you moaned his name. He pinched your other nipple with two of his fingers until you were a mess under his ministrations. It wasn’t a lie when he said he had experience in other areas. And when he licked right between your legs? Sublime. Your moans could be heard from the entire floor, you were sure of it and you didn’t care. He moved his tongue in circular motions on your throbbing clit while his index finger found your entrance and teased you. Your hand flew down to his black curly hair when he put it inside you. After he teased you a bit, he put another finger inside you and curled them, rubbing your g-spot with each motion. He was going to drive you insane just with his mouth and his fingers.

“Loki, please…” You called him between pants. After some minutes, he left your core to climb up your body until his forehead was touching yours. His mouth was covered with your juices and you couldn’t help but kiss him hard.

“Please what, kitten? What do you need?” Loki asked once you let his mouth free. Even when his face was trying to be innocent, his green eyes were full of mischief. He knew exactly what you needed, but he wanted you to say it out loud. Thus, you decided to put on a show for him. You opened your legs as wide as you could and you felt his hard cock against your inner tight. You passed your nails through his chest with what you thought was a sexy smile. You put your lips on his without kissing him.

“I need your cock inside me right at this moment or I will rip all my hair from my head,” You whispered against his lips, licking the lower one once you finished speaking.

“I’m afraid I cannot allow that, kitten,” Loki answered with a smile.

Looking into your eyes the whole time, Loki thrust his cock inside you making you moan higher than you thought possible. He moaned as well and it was the hottest sound you have ever heard in your whole life. As if that wasn’t enough, he moved inside you slowly, trying not to hurt you, but hitting your sweet spot with his cockhead once he was completely inside you. Soon enough you begged him for more and he complied happily. The lewd sound of skin meeting skin and your moans filling the room added extra incentive to your lovemaking. You crossed your ankles in his back as well as your arms, hugging him in all the ways you possibly could. You tried to keep your gaze on his, difficult as it was from all the pleasure you were feeling. You moaned his name while looking into his lust-filled green eyes which added more fuel to his movements. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you threw your head back, now howling with pleasure. You scratched his back and he bit your neck. 

After Loki was satisfied with how much your neck was marked by his mouth and teeth, he reached between your bodies until he found your clit and started to rub it in synchronisation with his thrusts. You were going to reach your climax soon, but there was something you needed to do before that. It was very important for you to do it before you reached your peak, so Loki wouldn’t think you were just saying it because of the moment.

“Loki, I need to… ah fuck… to tell you something…” You said between your moans, moving your hand from his back to cup one of his cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, worried. He started to slow down his movements and you almost panicked.

“No, no, please don’t stop,” you begged him, moving your hips to meet his. Loki kept moving but he was frowning. “I just… ah, yes… I love you, Loki,” Loki’s smile could have brightened the whole universe.

“I love you, kitten,” Loki gave you a sweet peck on the lips.

Even when you loved his kisses, you needed to pull back because your climax hit you hard. You screamed his name to the sky above and to the entire universe to hear as your walls tightened around his cock. Loki followed you, filling you with his hot seed. You wanted every drop of his semen inside you. However, when you opened your eyes, you were surrounded by a bright green light.

“L-Loki, w-what is happening?” You asked although you weren’t scared for some reason. Loki smiled adoringly at you as he rested his forehead on yours. His eyes were hypnotizingly close.

“That is my magic creating and sealing our new bond, kitten. You are now officially mine, and as such you are a goddess,” He gave you a sweet peck on the lips. After some more minutes, the light disappeared and Loki laid on the bed next to you. He quickly hugged you and used his magic to put on your nightwear and the blankets on top of both of you.

“You do know that I’m not letting you go ever again now, don’t you?” You smiled as you caressed his cheek and he gave you a kiss on the forehead, his fingers grazing your back ever so slightly.

“Yes, kitten, and trust me, I am the one who’s not letting you go.”

#Loki #Loki Odinson #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Friggason #God of Mischief #Loki God of Mischief #Loki smut #Loki fluff #Loki Christmas #MCU #MCU smut #Loki of asgard #Loki of jotunheim #Loki x female reader #Loki x female reader smut #Loki x female reader fluff #Loki x you #Loki x you smut #Loki x you fluff

[kissthesun-gvf]

A Kiszka Carol

@safety-sam posted a while ago about reading something like this, and now that I'm home for break I actually had time to write it! There were about a million paths I could have taken this down, but I like how it turned out and I hope you do too :)

POV: Jake makes the decision to work over the Christmas holiday, and has his eyes opened to what's truly important

It had been a long day. Maybe a long week. Screw it. December had been the longest month of Jake’s life. The album was being finished, and despite the rest of the guys heading back to Frankenmuth for a much needed break, Jake had decided to stay behind in Nashville to get as much done as possible. And just to add a log to the fire, Jake’s lack of presence at family Christmas had sent him into the worst twin argument there had ever been. Even Sam and Daniel had gotten involved, and both Jake and Josh had shot words to each other that were neither holly nor jolly. So when he got home from the studio in the late hours of Christmas Eve, he had dozens of texts from his family saying they missed him and that they wished he would just set work aside and come home. He sighed to himself and set his phone on the bar, pouring himself a drink and heading to the bedroom, clicking off the lights on the way. If he had been at home, the hallways would have been lined with Christmas lights, but his Nashville apartment was starkly contrasting. He tried his best not to think about everyone gathered in his parents’ home, singing carols and being merry. Blocking it from his mind, he stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over him, his exhaustion quickly creeping in. Maybe it was the whiskey, or perhaps it was the hours he had just spent in the studio, work still unfinished, but there were hours of tossing and turning before Jake finally made it to sleep.

Suddenly, Jake shot up in bed to the sounds of yelling coming from outside the door. His brows furrowed in realization: somehow, he had woken up in his childhood bedroom, and he recognized the voices as those of his parents. Surely this was just a dream, but somehow it felt so real that Jake felt the need to bring his hand to his face, lightly slapping himself to wake up, to no avail. He stepped out of bed and opened the door, creeping down the stairs to listen to the heated conversation happening in the living room. “Samuel called last night, he isn’t going to be able to make it back. He said work is just too busy right now,” Jake heard his mom say, sounding defeated. “So what, we only have two kids home for Christmas?” His dad shot back. “No, I already told you, Ronnie couldn’t get a ticket home. So it’s just Jake.” What about Josh? Jake thought to himself. “There is no Josh here.” Jake jumped and looked to his right, noticing Daniel next to him. But it wasn’t quite the Danny he knew. He was dressed differently, looking ethereal in his own way: Dressed in all black, yet almost glowing- otherworldly, perhaps. “What the fuck, Danny? You’re here too?” Jake questioned. “In a way, yes.” Jake took a moment of silence, still trying to wrap his head around the situation he had found himself in. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? You have to see what you really have, Jacob,” Danny continued, Jake still looking completely lost. Danny huffed and continued explaining, realizing that Jake was too stunned to put any pieces together. “You didn’t go home for Christmas this year, right? You stayed behind to finish the album. And that started a fight with your brothers…” Jake nodded. “So I’m here to remind you of the amazing life you have. And maybe,” Daniel gestured to the scene continuing to unfold at the bottom of the stairs they stood on. “You’ll get a glimpse at what life would be like without.”Jake felt a shove from behind him, spinning around to see… It couldn’t be. Jake saw himself walking down the stairs to his parents. He looked different, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. All he knew was that the man he was looking at wasn’t him. “Okay, so that’s me,” Jake glanced at Daniel, who nodded. “Without Josh?” Another nod. Jake gulped, nervous to see what this dreamland had to show him. “Wait,” the other-Jake said. “I’m the only one here for Christmas?” “I guess so, Jacob. Apparently your siblings didn’t see this as a priority,” his mom sighed, sinking into the couch. Dream-Jake pulled a phone from his pocket- “Well, I’ll come back after my show and we can do gifts and dinner, I guess.” His parents nodded and he made his way out of the house, Daniel following and turning to Jake from the bottom of the steps. “Well, are you coming or not?” The lump in Jake’s throat grew as he thought of what else he was about to see. 

The pair reached the front door and stepped out into the Michigan cold, and Danny turned to face Jake. “Well this is where I leave you.” “But you said we still have more to see?” Jake asked. “You do, but I won’t be the one joining you.” Suddenly Jake felt a hand on this shoulder, turning around to see Sam standing behind him. Much like Danny, Sam looked slightly different as well: he was clean-shaven again, with long hair, and his outfit consisted of a plain cream colored jumpsuit. “Dude, what’s up with you guys coming out of nowhere??” Jake jumped. “Perk of the job, am I right Daniel?” Sam laughed. “You know it,” Danny smiled, snapping his fingers and instantly disappearing. Jake slowly blinked, accepting that understanding what was going on would not be something he could wrap his mind around. “Well then, let’s head out, shall we?” Sam asked, putting his arm out for Jake to take. The pair suddenly flashed their way to the town music store where Jake had spent many hours growing up. “Larson’s?” he asked Sam. “So I need to pick up something for the band?” Sam didn’t answer, just shaking his head and leading Jake into the building. The “other Jake'' stood behind the counter, re-stringing a guitar. A few customers milled around, but the store was otherwise quiet. A man who Jake recognized as the owner of the store joined him behind the counter, handing him a piece of paper. “We’re down for this quarter, Kiszka. We need to start making more sales if you want those paychecks to keep clearing,” the owner told him before stomping back off into the office at the back of the building. “God, this is depressing… let’s speed things up,” Sammy mumbled, raising a hand. Jake looked around the room and watched as customers and himself moved around at high speed. Sam noticed him watching and grinned. “Pretty nice, huh?” Jake nodded, still trying his best not to think too hard about how any of this was happening. Sam lowered his hand, bringing things back to normal movement. The office door opened, Jake’s boss poking his head out. “Why don’t you head home early Kiszka, I’ll close up here.” Jake watched himself pick up his phone, assuming he would be calling his mom. “Hey, Kyle,” Jake heard himself say. “I’m off of work early, so I’m heading over to the bar now.” “The bar? On Christmas Eve?” Jake mumbled, following Sam to the door. “Just you wait, my friend,” Sam replied as Jake braced himself for their new method of travel.

The bar in Frankenmuth was where the guys had played many shows at the beginning of their career, before they started touring. It was a great starting point, but they had all been thrilled to move on to bigger venues with more enthusiastic fans. Jake and Sammy stepped in to see the usual group of Frankenmuth residents in the dark and dingy space. Jake turned to the small stage, expecting to see his brothers there with “him”. “Wait, what the hell?” He turned to Sam, confused as ever. “Do you not remember, Jacob? There’s no Josh here, so…” Jake’s heart dropped into his stomach looking at the scene unfolding in front of him. The “band” was composed of himself and three guys he went to school with, rather than his brothers. They began playing, but the energy was nowhere near the level of energy the band usually had, even then. “No offense dude, but y’all kind of suck,” Sam laughed, shoving Jake, who was white as a sheet next to him. “Yeah,” he gulped. “I think I’d rather…” He began another comment, but stopped himself. “No,” Sam said, “Say it, Jacob.” “I want to say I’d rather have no band at all, but I have a feeling you’d show me, and I don’t know if I want to see it…” “Well at least you’re catching on, then.” Sam smirked, holding his arm up again to take Jake to their next destination. 

Jake opened his eyes to see a building where he had spent far too much time as a teen. “We’re at high school?” Jake furrowed his brows. “Yes, you actually never graduated. Without your little brother to help you with your homework, they held you back.” Sam said, his face dead serious. “Jake gulped. “Not actually, but that’s my last joke you’ll have to put up with,” Sam smiled. “Wait, I don’t know where I’m going, Sammy,” Jake blurted hurriedly. “Well I’m not leaving you alone, obviously,” Sam pointed behind Jake. He turned to see his twin at long last, and unlike the other two, he looked strangely more like himself. He wore a long gold cape, similar to what he would wear on stage, and familiar eye makeup to add to the ensemble. “Well, someone had to steal the show,” Sam mumbled under his breath, but before Jake turned to reply, Sam was gone. 

“My brother! Let’s head inside, I have much to show you,” Josh held out an arm towards the front doors, and the pair made their way inside together like they had many years ago. They found themselves in the science wing, and Jake heard a familiar voice booming from one of the classrooms. “And don’t forget about the quiz on Friday!” Just then the bell rang, jolting him, and he realized the hallway would soon be swarming with teens. “So um, what exactly are we here for, Josh?” Jake yelled over the din surrounding them. “Well, why don’t you take a look in here,” Josh pointed to the room nearest to them. Jake walked through the door to see himself, this time older and looking equally exhausted as he does during tours. He sat at the desk in the front of the room, tiredly flipping through a textbook and clicking on the computer in front of him. “Well you look just thrilled, don’t you?” Josh chuckled. Jake gulped, lacking words. “This is supposed to be if we never started the band, right? No music, no brothers, no…” he trailed off, unable to continue. The uncomfortable silence was broken by a student entering the classroom. “Mr. Kiszka?” they asked, and Jake #3 turned to face them. “I’m just here to get my phone back, if that’s okay…” “I suppose,” Jake replied. “But I better not see you with it out or messing around with those earbuds in my class again. I can’t control what you do in your free time, but you know I don’t tolerate music in my classroom. All it is is a distraction.” The student nodded, quickly leaving the room as soon as their phone was back in their hands. “Seems like the kind of teacher we would have hated in high school, hmm?” Josh whispered to Jake, then leading him back into the hallway. “Have you learned your lesson yet, my other half?” Jake nodded, unable to catch his breath or form a coherent sentence. The pit in Jake’s stomach was growing by the second; over the course of this dream- if that is what it was- he had seen his life without his brothers, without his band and their success, and without music at all. And nothing could have made him regret his decision to miss the family Christmas more. “I guess I have let things get a little out of hand…” he mumbled to himself, looking at the floor. “Lucky for you, there’s still a few hours left before everyone else wakes up…” Jake heard Josh’s voice reply, but his surroundings became blurry and Josh’s voice sounded further away. He blinked, and suddenly was back in his bedroom in Nashville, jolting up in bed to get his bearings. Was he awake? Was it all really just a dream? He glanced around for his phone, grabbing it off of the nightstand next to him and checking the time. 1:11 AM. If he really tried, he could get back to Michigan by the early morning. If he was lucky, before anyone had woken up to open gifts. And he was going to make it, if it was the last thing he did.

#greta van fleet blurb #Greta Van Fleet Christmas #gvf fic #jake kiszka #jake gvf

[curiositydooropened]

Merry Christmas, Max

Max gets a ride home from Steve on Christmas Eve 1985.

Pairing: Max crushing on Steve, a bit of implied Steve x Nancy

Wordcount: 3630

Warnings: just sad, panicky Max stuff

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A/N: I wrote most of this like two years ago and have been trying to finish it and get it posted. So rereading it post-s4 made me really happy with a lot of the character decisions I made. Hope you enjoy as much as I did! Happy Christmas in July!

Masterlist • Library • Ao3

Christmas at the Wheeler’s, like most things at the Wheeler’s, looked like Max had stepped onto the set of one of those old fashioned, sappy holiday musicals her mom sobbed to every year. Everything was lit up, technicolor, glossed over with a rosy glow. The fireplace was lit and stoked. Five perfect, store-bought stockings hung among the boughs of holly, just under an array of Sears-booth photographs. A large tree was adorned to the tip top with tinsel and real glass ornaments. All the presents beneath glistened under gold lamé bows. 

Max almost didn’t want to unwrap hers. She wanted to pull the Scotch tape as carefully as she could to keep the paper prestine. Her own presents, comic books she’d paid for with scrounged arcade change, were haphazardly taped brown parcels, carefully tied with string. Their Christmas budget was low, Mom said, because of funeral costs. They were still recovering.

Mike had gotten her a really nice sweater, which was thoughtful, too thoughtful. And Lucas got pissed until Mike explained that El had picked it out, and she’d be wearing a matching one in California. Lucas got Max a framed photo of himself, the idiot. 

After presents, they enjoyed some punch and took turns on the Atari until the front door opened with a gust of cool air, and two more guests tumbled in, stomping the snow from their boots onto the entry rug. 

“Mike!?” Nancy called through the house, but she needn’t look far to see the motley crew huddled in their Christmas sweaters in front of the television. Dustin and Mike were jamming their joysticks. Lucas sat on the couch beside Max, making her too warm and itchy with his arm wrapped over her shoulder. 

“What!?” Mike yelled back, not seeing his sister’s entrance. 

“I’m home.” Nancy was breathless, from the cold or something else, Max wasn’t sure, but the older girl’s cheeks and nose were pinched pink, and she had the start of icicles in her hair. She was out there a while. “Hi, Max,” she smiled, holding up a small hand to wave.

Max nodded a hello.

“You guys get enough to eat? Where’s Holly?” She looked around the small room for her littlest sister. 

The familiar sound of a knock out called from the television, and Dustin tossed his joystick in a fit of slander and rage. Mike raised two fists in the air, triumphant, before focusing in on the annoyed teen in the room. “Shit, what?” He blinked.

“Seriously, Mike!?” Nancy huffed in retreat. They heard her footsteps hurdle up the staircase. “Holly!?!” 

Max felt a twinge of panic, wondered if the rest of them prickled at the idea of a missing child. Maybe it affected them worse than her, she never knew. She hadn’t recalled seeing Holly all evening. Somewhere between the cookies and punch, maybe? When the kitchen bustled with bodies and Mrs. Wheeler smacked lips to Mike’s obstinant cheek as she and Mr. Wheeler swept off to their evening’s party. 

Reluctantly, Mike stretched his long limbs from his cross-legged position on the floor and followed his older sister to investigate upstairs. Lucas, seeing an opening, found his spot beside Dustin on the living room floor. 

Suddenly feeling antsy and alone, Max relieved herself and headed toward the kitchen, mumbling something about punch. Really, she wanted a better vantage of the staircase and the front door, in case something were to go awry. In the kitchen, she knew she could arm herself. She passed the entry way, a stacked flurry of puffer jackets, and her socks dampened beneath the run-off of wet snow boots. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, but continued to pad her path, peeking up the staircase for any indication of the little girl’s safety.

Max’d craned her neck so far to see up the stairs that by the time she wheeled her focus to the kitchen, she’d nearly run smack into the side of Steve Harrington, who now stood draped against the Wheeler’s island, mouth full and second Christmas cookie in hand. “Whey, Mah-,” he greeted, crumbs coating a bright blue puffer vest. He waved.

Max clutched at her chest and shook her head, moving to fill a plastic cup with punch. “Hi, Steve. What’re you doing here?” She half-paid attention to her actions, taking the new vantage point to look toward the blue staircase. 

“I’m here to take Dustin home.” Steve gestured in Dustin’s vague direction with the cookie in his hand. “Is your mom coming?”

Where were the Wheelers? The hallway upstairs remained dimly lit. It seemed like Mrs. Wheeler had changed the wallpaper again, something more with-the-times. At least the lighting remained stable, no blinking, no changes. The air in the kitchen felt warm, too hot, except Max’s hand. Why would her hand be cold?

Her eyes flicked focus to her freezing hand to watch bright red punch spill over the full cup and back into the punch bowl. “Shit!” She dropped the ladle and carefully dumped punch out of her cup, standing on tiptoe to avoid spillage onto her hand-knit Christmas sweater. 

“Pour much?” Steve snorted. 

“Shove it, asshole,” Max sneered, setting her cup down to find one of Mrs. Wheeler’s hand towels to dry the liquid.

Steve had found it already, in anticipation for the spill, and he handed it over with a grin, using his dry, but freezing, fingers to roll up Max’s sleeve. His hands were bright red, and cold, as though he’d been outside for hours. With warmth filling her cheeks, Max mumbled a thanks and avoided glancing back up at him while she dried off. Her fingers remained sticky at the joints.

“God, Mike, you’re such a freak,” Nancy hissed at the top of the stairs. Her not-so-little brother slunk behind her, all limbs and shrugged shoulders.

“Shut up,” a small smirk met his thin lips, but he halted at the landing, bushy eyebrows furrowed into the signature Mike Wheeler grimace. “What the hell is he doing here?”

Steve rolled his eyes and reached for a third sugar cookie. He leaned once more against the counters to behead Santa before saying, “shut up, dickhead.”

Mike just rolled his eyes and followed Nancy to the kitchen to grab a handful of salted nuts.

“Was Holly okay?” Max asked softly, slipping her upper lip over the rim of her cup to slurp the excess punch from the top. It was sweet, but the fizz had flattened from hours laying stagnant in a warm house. 

“Oh yeah, she’d crashed while playing Barbies.” Nancy smiled softly, cornering a star between dainty eye teeth. “God, those were the days, weren’t they?”

Max hummed a smile, chest loosening in relief. She’d never had Barbies growing up, well, one or two, because Mom wanted her to, but she was always more into skinning her knees and jamming buttons at the arcade. 

A cry of victory shook the house from the family room, and Mike quickly hurried off to congratulate the winner, or take his turn, and Max took a deep breath before deciding if she wanted to follow. She glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was getting late, and if she wanted to make it home by curfew, she should probably get going soon. At least, if Neil was sober and awake, which was more and more unlikely nowadays. 

“Steve,” Nancy gasped, covering a chuckle with the back of her hand. “You’ve got… tree…” She laughed and reached to pull an assortment of twigs from Steve Harrington’s famous brown locks. His dark eyes screwed upward to watch the action, and upon noticing the culprit, he quickly checked his hair with his hands. His immediate panic sent Nancy into a fit of giggles.

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes, but Max noticed the fondest of smiles breech the corners of his pink lips. He watched Nancy laugh before lifting a hand to her curls. “Shit, you do too.” He snorted and pulled some juniper from her hair as well.

The room felt very tight, like all of the air had been sucked from it. The last laugh fell from Nancy’s lips, and Max held her breath simultaneously, too embarrassed to make a noise. She watched Steve’s hand pick at twigs and berries, and the items pebbled on the linoleum at their socked feet.

His hands were big, overtaking Nancy’s petit face and frame, as they ghosted her cheek and neck and arm, and finally fell to his sides. Max could feel herself trembling, curiosity fluttering somewhere in her stomach, wondering if Steve’s hand would feel the same as Lucas’s in hers, or if it was tougher, more experienced. She wondered how she’d feel tucked under one of his arms on the couch, the way she had been with Lucas. She wondered if she’d feel stuffy and hot, or comfortable, safe. 

“Max,” Steve’s voice snapped her out of it, and she felt her face flood with heat. She darted her eyes around the room, trying to look anywhere but him until she realized he’d address her.

“Huh?” She cleared her throat. “What?”

“Is your mom coming to get you?”

It took her a few moments to realize what he was asking, while her brain switched gears. She shook her head, taking another sip of punch. “Mmm, no. She’s at the party too. I’m going to skate home.”

“Uh, no you’re not.” Steve shook his head.

“What?”

“It’s a friggin’ blizzard outside, shit brains. I’ll give you a ride home.”

“I’ll be fine, asshole,” Max rolled her eyes, but her confidence waned as she glanced toward the blackness of the kitchen window. The corners of it were illuminated with a fresh dusting of snow. She chewed the inside of her cheek.

“Whatever. When’s your curfew?” Steve asked.

Max stared back at the clock on the wall. “Half hour?”

Steve ran a hand through his mane. “Shit. Fine. Go grab Dustin, let’s go.” 

With a huff of obstinance, Max tipped the rest of her punch into the sink and tossed her cup into the quickly-filling garbage can. She tried not to notice Nancy hadn’t moved from her close proximity to Steve. She tried not to notice the looks the older two were giving each other as she left the room. She tried not to notice the pang of jealousy she felt as she moved out of eye sight. 

She thought of turning back, of peeking through the slats in the banister and catching a secret moment, but she thought better of it and made a mental note to tell El tomorrow. She gathered her bag of presents and peeled Dustin’s gaze from the television long enough to help him do the same. Her mind lingered on the teens in the kitchen, wondering if love got easier or harder the older she got.

Lucas kept his untrained eyes on the television, jamming buttons while his girlfriend and best friend made for the entry way to begrudgingly pull damp snowshoes on over wool socks. Max perched herself on the bottom step and yawned through the first boot. She glanced sideways to see the older teens entering from the kitchen. Steve pulled his jacket from the ground, wet spots still fresh and dark green against the emerald. 

“You shit heads ready?” He grinned, too wide, too happy. So happy he winked at Max, who shot him furrowed eyebrows as a blushed response. 

“What’s your deal?” Dustin scoffed, never one to let an uncharacteristically enthused expression go unnoticed. 

“Nothing, shut up. Put your coat on.” Steve sighed, slamming down the front bill of Dustin’s cap. 

Dustin huffed a response and struggled for his jacket. 

Steve reached to the ground to find Max’s. The puff split down one side and was haphazardly duct taped together like her skateboard, and the entire thing looked ridiculous against the pristine image of Steve Harrington. He held it out for her to slip her arms into, and she did so, one after the other, her back up against his tall, strong front, their jackets puffed between them. 

His fingers, now warm, brushed her neck upon her coat’s release, and she shuddered at the touch, immediately stepping out of his range. She grappled for her bag, and the skateboard propped against the wall and grumbled for them all to leave already. 

“Bye, Mike! Thanks for Christmas! Bye, Nancy!” Dustin screeched throughout the house. 

Nancy swatted at him, not unkindly. “Shhh, Holly’s sleeping.” 

“Sorry,” Dustin grinned. “Merry Christmas, Nancy.” 

“Merry Christmas, Dustin. Merry Christmas, Max.” 

Max smiled and nodded. She lingered behind Dustin for a moment, waiting to hear the scramble of feet from the family room, but found no such luck. She sighed. Maybe being single for the holidays was just the icing on the cake from the shit year she’d had since July. Weird emotions struck her, tickled at her throat, and she shouldered past Dustin and into the cold. 

Steve was right. A thick layer of white brightened the air, frosted her cheeks, tickled at her nose hairs. She blinked into the blanket, trying to decide the best coarse of action to keep her jeans dry. The lights from the garage glowed warm against the icy driveway. Already, Steve’s car was cast in a thin layer, windshield wiping in vain. The engine rolled from the cold. 

His headlights exposed an odd patch of snow behind of the bushes at the front of the yard, packed like something had laid and almost attempted snow angels, though perhaps something had barreled through to destroy them. Amid the snow were twigs and berries.

Dustin forged ahead in a flurry of polyester, eager to get out of the snow and into the warmth of Steve’s car. With a groan, Max followed in his wake, hiking her skateboard up her hip to keep it dry. Dustin shouted shot gun, and the two of them collapsed into respective seats, breathless from the cold, stamping their boots onto the sideboard. Before Max closed her door, she noticed Nancy and Steve lingering in the doorway to the Wheeler’s home. Nancy’s fingers were wrapped around the lapel of his jacket. She fell back on flat feet from her tiptoes. 

Max slammed the car door and fresh snow fell to the driveway outside. The window cleared, and they watched Steve sprint back to his car, entering the fray in gasps and laughter. 

“What was that about?” Dustin asked.

“What?” Steve sighed. He swung an arm back to Max in the backseat to retrieve the scraper from beside her. “Be right back.” 

“Don’t think you can avoid the subject, Steve!” Dustin yelled, but the car door was slammed in his face. He grumbled and turned back to Max. The smile on his impish features was too solemn, something Max had grown used to from all of the boys lately. “Sorry about Lucas.” 

Max sighed, crossed her arms over her chest. “Who?”

Dustin cackled. “Ooh, that’s ice cold.”

The snow swept from the windshield with ease, dribbling down the hood, warm from the engine-block, and Steve made to scrape the side mirrors and back window next. He flashed Max a grin and a wink, and she felt her face heat from the warmth of the car and her oversized parka. She rolled her eyes and waited for his return so they could go already.

Safely buckled, they inched slowly out of the Wheelers’ driveway, Steve watching behind him with one hand over Dustin’s headrest. Once safely in the street, they took off at an amble toward the Hendersons’ bungalow. 

The dimly lit homes glowed with holiday cheer. Christmas trees were lit behind frosted glass, and Steve hunkered to his steering wheel to peer through the snow that rushed at them like the Millennium Falcon in hyper speed. Dustin knew better than to distract him with too much chatter, and Max was grateful for the silence to process the thoughts of the evening bumbling through her head. 

When they reached the driveway, Dustin wished her a Merry Christmas, and he warned Steve they’d have to talk about the shit with Nancy, and Steve flipped him off before the younger boy slammed the door and made his way up the steps to his home. 

And then there were two. Steve turned to face her, again with his arm over the passenger’s headrest, and he nodded that mess of hair toward the seat beside him. “Wanna move up? So I don’t feel like a chauffeur.” 

Max sighed, and crawled herself, dripping shoes first, over Steve’s center console and into the cushy passenger’s seat of his BMW. 

“I meant get out, but sure…” Steve gave her a toothy grin, far more cheerful than he would have been if Mike or Lucas had trudged snow boots over the leather. Max wondered if it was her, or the night he’d seemed to be having before she caught he and Nancy in the kitchen.

The heater was warmer from here, a blast of hot air into an already warmed face, and she turned to buckle her seatbelt, catching her own reflection in the window as they backed out of the driveway. With her ruddy hair frizzing out beneath her hat, she was sure Nancy was the only one making Steve smile this holiday season. She sunk deeper into her jacket, and watched the delicate pass of each windshield wiper as they headed toward their homes.

“So, do you guys have any fun Christmas traditions?” Steve asked about a block from Dustin’s. 

Max shrugged, thought about their traditions, and her heart sank a bit into that familiar pit she’d been getting used to over the last half a year. “We used to um… I used to decorate the tree with…”

“Oh shit, Max, Jesus,” Steve ran a hand over his face. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” she shrugged, biting back the emotions building at the back of her throat. She learned to quit crying a few months ago, learned it didn’t help, didn’t bring her brother back. “Do you have any fun Christmas traditions?”

“My parents usually go on this long ski trip. This year it’s like the Alps or some shit. Robin’s trying to talk me into having dinner with her family, but they like play charades. They’re all hyper. Every god damn one of them.” He was hunched over the steering wheel for better visuals, but he managed to gesticulate the way Max noticed he did, a frantic wave of those large, strong hands. 

“Sounds like a nightmare.” She snorted.

“I know!” He smiled at her then, just before his face fell. It was the same pity that filled her chest with panic, rolled her stomach, stung in her eyes. “Hey,” he started in. “You know I’m like… I just mean, like… I know you think I’m an asshole…” He ran a hand through his messy hair. A juniper berry rolled out and into her lap. 

“Steve,” Max groaned. She squeezed the berry between two fingers, and it popped a juicy lime green mess. 

“I’m just saying!” He held up his hands in defense. “I’m actually really cool, and if you need to talk, I’m a pretty good confidant. Just ask Robin.” His voice tapered off then, like he’d given away too much information. 

An awkward silence fell between them when Max didn’t respond, too embarrassed. The fans whirred, pumping heat into the cab, and the snow crunched between the tires, and faint Christmas carols could be heard on the radio, volume too low to make out specifics. 

When they reached Max’s house, she mumbled a thanks and clumsily grasped for the door handle. The snow outside a relief to her warm cheeks. She was about to slam the door, to escape up the yard to the front steps, when Steve called her name from inside the car. She turned on her heel to see his face split into a friendly smile. 

“Merry Christmas.” 

She raised her eyebrows and nodded. “Thanks for the ride.” And then she closed the door and trudged through the snow to the house. 

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Christmas Morning was all waffles and comic books, tucked under an oversized sweater and her rainbow print sheets. Neil hadn’t seen the light of day in months, and Mom had an emergency shift, and none of them really wanted to talk about the missing piece to their family puzzle.

It was nearly noon before Max left her room again. The doorbell sounded from the front room, and a chill spread through her. She could almost hear the phantom call of her brother commanding her to get the door. Slipping out from her covers, she tiptoed down the hall, past a snoring Neil, and swung open the front door. 

Her bare legs prickled from the rush of cold, and she hugged her arms to herself, frowning at a visitor-free stoop. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she stepped out onto the frigid concrete landing with bare feet to see who had ding-dong ditched. 

Rushing down the path to a maroon BMW was Robin, dressed from bottom to top as a tinsel-covered Christmas tree. Before she opened the passenger’s side door, she turned to wave at Max and yell, “Merry Christmas!”

Max waved, confused, and watched as the two teens sped away, tires slipping on the icy lane. When they’d pulled around the corner, and her toes threatened to fall off, she noticed a gift leaning against the house, just underneath the doorbell. 

A bright red, satin ribbon had been tied around a brand new skateboard. The wheels were bright blue, and the underside was a technicolor of swirls that matched her bedspread. No duct tape, no splintered wood, no explanation for the swoop in her stomach and the smile spreading across her face. 

#stranger things #stranger things fic #max mayfield #max mayfield fic #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stancy #max likes steve #billy hargrove #minor max x lucas #christmas fic #christmas in july fic #merry christmas max

[poppletonink]

Let It Snow Review

★★★☆☆ - 3 stars

On a Christmas Eve, Gracetown becomes blanketed in snow. As three stories come together to form one, a group of teenagers lives change indefinitely as romance forms in the most unlikely of places. Alongside romance blooming, a series of dramatic events sends them down festive paths they never would have anticipated ending up in.

The Jubilee Express by Maureen Johnson

★★★★★ - 5 stars

Jubilee Dougal was not expecting to spend Christmas in Gracetown with a family she didn't know. But when her parents got arrested; her boyfriend was being neglectful; her train broke down on the way to visit her grandparents; and she trekked in the snow to a Waffle House, she didn't have much choice. She wasn't expecting to fall in love with a total stranger either - but Christmas has an effect on people.

It took me a few pages but once I got into this one, I loved it.

Jubilee is awesome - who doesn't completely favour her over pretty much every character in this book. And Stuart is the sweetest man on earth.

Stuart's mam kind of freaked me out a bit, but she was nice so it was fine.

And the way that Stuart and Jubilee bonded over having terrible exes was cute.

Also, on that note, I hate Noah with all of my guts - he found out his girlfriend had several near death experiences within a few hours and he didn't even care at all!? What's wrong with this guy!?

But, overall, I got really invested in this one - it was the cute, cozy Christmas romance I was looking for. I loved it.

A Cheertastic Christmas Miracle by John Green

★★★★☆ - 4 stars

When Tobin and his friends get a call from Keun at the Waffle House, they set out on a trek to join him there - if only for the cheerleaders. But getting there isn't so easy, with a broken down car; miles of travel all if which is covered in snow; and two twins threatening their every move. Along the way, Tobin discovers maybe he isn't going for the cheerleaders after all - maybe he is simply in love with his best friend: the Duke (Angie).

The Duke is definitely my favourite character - she was created well, she wasn't very feminine but didn't judge other girls for being feminine.

Also I love the pop cultures references - Twister is one of the best board games around and James Bond is iconic.

I think it was kind of slow paced, but it was still good. My main issue is the sexist interpretation of cheerleaders - sexualising the concept of cheerleaders themselves, pom poms and short skirts. It was addressed, but it still made me uncomfortable.

I thought Tobin and the Duke were super cute together. However, it took me a while to get there.

Overall, I liked it quite a lot - this is the second thing I've read by John Green and his writing style is still something I'm getting used to but I do like it.

The Patron Saint of Pigs by Lauren Myracle

★★☆☆☆ - 2 stars

The fate of a singular teacup pig falls into the hands of a dramatic teenage girl, Addie. Whilst trying to keep the pig safe, she has to navigate her broken relationship with her boyfriend Jed, after having cheated on him by kissing someone else.

I didn't really like the writing style - frankly, I found it boring after the first page. Also, can we talk about the writing is very Eleanor and Park esque - even down to the racism ("He seemed so exotic" almost killed me).

Addie is really annoying too - she totally doesn't deserve Jeb.

Plus, this story argues that it's okay to cheat on someone as long as you apologize profusely in an attempt to salvage the relationship.

But, I have to admit I mostly finished this one for the teacup pig - and to see how the stories intertwined in the end.

#let it snow #john green #lauren myracle #maureen johnson #the jubilee express #a cheertastic christmas miracle #the patron saint of pigs #jubilee #stuart #tobin #the duke #jeb #addie #christmas books #christmas reading #christmas romcom #christmas reads #christmas time #christmas aesthetic #christmas vibes #christmas #books #book reccs #book recommendations #book blog #book community #bookaddict #book lover #bookblr #books books books

[death-in-shift]

Violent Night - Christmas Story

A/N: I’ve been meaning to write this short story for so long but I got burnt out with my writing. I think I’m coming back but I’ll take it slow.

Fingers drifted along the keys on the piano, each note playing small tunes within the silent atmosphere. Blood slightly stained against the fine white and black keys, blood splattered onto the curtains, walls, and portraits. The broken vases scattered across the floor like a trap ready to be used. A dozen corpses laid motionlessly in the ballroom, the smell of death reeked.

The one behind this masterpiece was The Widowmaker himself.

After the demon finished playing the melancholic piece, one hand dropped to the side and the other reached for the mask that covered his mouth. After he took it off, his face remained expressionless, not a single thought behind those jet black eyes. A small sigh escaped Jae’s nose as he picked up the mic with his gloved hand. He started to make a speech for his own entertainment.

“On Christmas Eve, I took many lives within this angelic ballroom. What’s new, you ask? Hearing the cries of the weeping angels, the blood splatter, bodies droppin’ one by one, the melancholy tune played on the piano… It felt like a lively night. Too bad these mercenaries didn’t put up a good fight to keep me entertained… Either way, this is my Christmas gift to my dear mother from Heaven. If you’re gonna send bounty hunters my way, make sure they’re the real deal.”

And with that, he drops the mic and exits the ballroom through the window.

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The night sky was teeming with stars and the crescent moon shone bright. Snow littered the streets within the Human World, creating a picturesque scenery.

Jae sat on the ledge of a tall building, listening to Christmas music on the old radio. They were still covered in blood but they paid no mind to it. The arachnid demon didn’t understand the true meaning of Christmas. What he only knew was that the holiday was described as “the best time of the year”. Jae will admit that the holiday felt nostalgic and aesthetically pleasing. The part where everyone gets together with friends and family to spend time together and celebrate is what lost them.

Many Christmases in his life were mostly spent alone. Yes, there was his twin Omar and his sister Maia, but Omar was either locked in a dark room and Maia was always the star of the show within the manor. Jae was always treated like he was invisible or forgotten by his “friends” and “family”. None of them kept in touch except a few people. Sadly, he dropped contact with them in order to protect himself and his twin.

“What’s with the long face, doll?” 

A familiar voice called Jae from his thoughts. They looked up to see their good friend, Remy. The arachnid’s eyes flickered yellow, showing slight happiness to see the incubus.

“Annnnd you’re covered in blood. Did I miss out on something?”

Jae shrugged in response.

Remy rolled his eyes and sat next to them. “I don’t get you.. It’s Christmas Eve and you’re spilling blood. This is the night to loosen up and have fun. Why aren’t you doing that?” The incubus placed his hand on the demon’s mandible, turning their attention to him. Remy brushed his thumb across their cheek, wiping away the spattered blood that was still fresh. His eyes flickered to Jae’s lips and to their eyes.

“Talk to me, Saige.” He commanded in a stern tone.

Jae hesitated, lightly blushing at the command. They didn’t like to talk about their feelings or thoughts upon anything without having to receive judgment or even being degraded for it. Although Remy never did either of the things to them, it’s still one of their trauma responses when it came to social situations.

Maybe Jae can open up his feelings for a bit.

“Ion think I enjoy Christmas like everyone else does.. Like I get the whole celebration thing but nothing about the holiday screams joy or anything special to me. Most of my Christmases were spent alone and I’m fine with that. It’s just that I never got to experience the real joy with any friends or family because I was always forgotten, left out, or ignored. Even those times I celebrated the holidays in the masquerade or in a small group with my close ones, it still feels like I’m disconnected from everyone. I just don’t feel anything.. But for the sake of others, I give gifts and wish them a happy holiday because I know how much it means to them..”

Silence filled the air minus the now staticky radio. Remy pulled out a cigarette from the pack and placed it between his lips. He lit the end with his favourite lighter and blew the smoke into the cold air.

“Oh and I committed a mass murder since I was getting ambushed in the angelic ballroom.” Jae added.

“I was waiting for you to say that.” Remy snorted, handing Jae the pack and the lighter, offering it to them.

“Not my fault that my mom wants me dead. And besides, she sent the weak ones too.” 

Jae gently took the pack and lighter and placed it back into Remy’s jacket pocket. They leaned back, folding their hands behind their head and stared into the starry sky. Small bit of memories from Heaven flashed through their mind. The unforgetting feelings set within the demon, making his eyes flash between dark blue and black. Even though Jae rarely celebrated his birth or Christmas, he always wished for a better life.

The only way to earn it is to kill every mercenary or bounty hunter sent after the Michaelis twins in order to live that better life.

“Remy,” Jae called out to the incubus, hearing a hum in response. “Will Omar and I get a better life..? Like at all?”

Remy looked down at the demon, searching their eyes for any emotion he could find. He let out a soft sigh from his nose and leaned over to plant a soft kiss on their lips.

“Of course you will. It’ll take a long time but it’s worth it in the end. And besides,”

A slight mischievous smile crept on his lips.

“My offer is still up~”

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#jae michaelis #oc #death in shift

[bts-hyperfixation]

Jungkook’s Christmas Bonus

CEO Y/N finds Jungkook working in the office just as late as she is. After he offers to walk her home, she offers him a special Christmas present.

Prompt: Jungkook is a normal office worker and reader is the CEO and Jungkook ends up staying late the day before Christmas in the office and reader goes up to him at midnight (Christmas day) and gives him a little present for working hard.

1) "Oh, look, Mistletoe"

“Jungkook? I didn’t realise anyone was still here” You glance at the clock on the wall and then back at the man sitting still working at his desk. It was just after eleven, almost Christmas. You’d honestly thought you’d been alone for hours now.

“Sorry, I just really wanted to get this project finished, I was just about to log off.” He said saving his work.

“Have you not got a girlfriend missing you somewhere? I’m sure she can’t be happy knowing your working on Christmas eve…” You ask, leaning on the corner of his desk.

“Oh, no, I don’t… I’m spending the holidays alone this year. How about you, Miss big-time CEO? Isn’t someone missing you right now?”

“Nope, couldn’t afford to take the time off to fly home, and no man in sight sadly.” You trace your fingers over his paperwork, doing your best to look just the right amount of pathetic. “Anyway, I’m locking up now, are you ready to go?” You ask hopping up straight. He nods and shuts down his desktop, before grabbing his keys.

The two of you walk making brief small talk through the hallways towards the front door. It’s nice, you’ve always found Jungkook to be a good man. One of your favourite employees. And very easy on the eyes. You often had to stop your gaze from straying to his lips when he talked, or his ass when he walked. The tight jeans he wore to work definitely didn’t help.

“Oh, look,” Jungkook says stopping in his tracks and pointing above you. “Mistletoe…”

“Huh, the maintenance staff must’ve hung some up for fun.” You shrug about to move on when you notice the way he is looking at your lips. The same way you try not to look at his. You step a little closer to him, aligning yourself directly under the plant. You look up at the leaves and then back at him curious as to what he would do next.

He bravely took your hint. He leant in to close the gap, pressing his lips to yours gingerly. It’s cute, an innocent little peck. But now the only thought in your head is an image of a ruined Jungkook, naked and panting underneath you. You get a bit carried away, pushing your body against his to deepen the kiss. He lets you for a moment before seemingly coming to his senses and remembering where he is, who you are.

He jumps back and coughs politely. You smile to reassure him he had done nothing wrong and then continue walking to the front door. He follows closely behind and waits as you lock the door. Too much of a gentleman to leave you alone.

“How are you getting home Y/N?” He asks when he notices your car missing from the empty parking lot.

“It’s in the shop over Christmas, so I’m walking. It's only a few blocks.” You move to walk away, hand ready to wave him goodbye.

“You can’t walk alone!” He blurts out, grabbing onto your hand before you can tell him to go home himself. “I mean… I’ll walk you, it’s not good to be walking this late on your own.”

“Your apartment is the other way isn’t it?” You ask, afraid of putting the poor boy out. He holds your hand tightly like you’d run away if he released it.

“It doesn’t matter, please let me walk you. I’d feel awful if anything happened.” You were about to decline again when the same image of him from before crossed your mind. Maybe he had thought the same thing? Even if he didn’t it would be nice to have the company, so you nodded. He grinned wide and dropped your hand. Although it seemed a little reluctant.

You slipped the office keys into your bag and started heading for home with Jungkook by your side.

It really wasn’t a long trip, maybe twenty minutes, but with your new companion, it seemed to come to an end all too quickly. You stopped outside of your apartment complex and look up and him. His cheeks were rosy from the cold and his hands were shoved as far into his pockets as they would go.

“Oh! You’re freezing!” You say reaching out to touch his cheek, not really registering that you were also a block of ice. He flinched when your icy fingertips touched his face. “You need to come inside and warm up! We can call a taxi to take you home or something.”

“No, it’s fine! Really! I don’t want to disturb your night; I’ll just walk home it’s only another 15 or so minutes that way.” He says gesturing in the direction you had just come from. You don’t listen to his protests, electing to grab on to his arm and drag him inside. He digs his heels in, but you are surprisingly determined, and he relents, if only so you will go inside yourself.

You take the elevator up to your apartment in silence. You keep your arm hooked around his, savouring the closeness until you had to let go. He couldn’t hold in his awe when he entered your apartment. Being a CEO really pays off, the view from your living room is spectacular. It's the entire reason you bought the place. You can see for miles along the city skyline and at night the lights of the buildings around created a wonderful glow inside.

You watched as Jungkook slipped off his shoes and went to watch the city sleep as you unwound your scarf and removed your coat. While he tried to find his own apartment building you poured a drink for the two of you. One little nightcap wouldn’t hurt. He took the drink without really thinking about it, too wrapped up in his task.

“Have you found it?” You ask when his eyes light up.

“Yeah it’s over there.” He points through the glass, but you can’t really make out which building he is pointing at. Determined to let you see, he moves behind you directing your hand so you could point it out yourself. That’s when your old grandfather clock tolls loudly throughout your apartment making you jump. You accidentally press yourself back into his crotch. He whimpers at the brief touch, and you turn yourself in his arms, figuring now as good a time as any to make your move.

“Merry Christmas Jungkook…” You say drawing out his name. “You know, you’ve been such a great employee this year… I’d really like to give you a little present, to show you just how happy I am with your work.” You press your chest against his and bat your eyelashes flirtatiously. The rosy blush that had barely faded returned full force at your praise.

Clearly caught off guard by your advance, the man steps away from you. You try not to take it personally. You must’ve misread the signals, or perhaps he thought it’d put his job at risk. You’re just about to apologise and offer to call that taxi for him when he steps back into your space and kisses you. Much more than a peck this time.

His tongue traced along the seem of your lips until you let him in. You start to go lightheaded as he grips onto your sides to keep you against him. You wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself upright under his force. And then just when your breath runs out he pulls away panting, looking mildly scared.

“Oh, shit… that is what you meant by present right? Ah fuck…” He runs his fingers through his hair, completely terrified he had misread the situation. He starts to mutter something about finding a new job under his breath, just as you wrap your arms around his middle and press a reassuring kiss to his cheek.

“It’s exactly what I meant… actually I meant a little more than just that.” He raises his pierced eyebrow, considering your words before they truly sink in. When he finally catches on his mouth forms a little ‘o’ and you can’t help but giggle at the cute expression. “Please don’t think you have to though; I can still call you a taxi.”

He shakes his head vigorously at the suggestion. He lifts you into his arms, all those hours he spent in the employee gym clearly paying off.

“Where’s your room?” He asks excitedly. You point at the door at the end of the corridor, and he carries you off in that direction. You unbutton his shirt as he walks, desperate to see what his abs look like. He kicks the door open and drops you unceremoniously on the bed. You fall back on your elbows, and he covers your body with his.

He nips along your jaw before nibbling at your earlobe, as your hands push his shirt away. He throws it to the other side of the room, trying to keep his mouth on you without get distracted. You run your fingers along the centre line of his abs. He shivers at your touch.

“That tickles.” He whispers in your ear, having the same effect on you. “Take your shirt off, I wanna see you too.” He adds just to feel you shiver again.

You oblige, awkwardly undoing the buttons of your blouse, your hands having trouble working in the small gap between your chest and his. The situation isn’t helped by the way he keeps subconsciously grinding against you. His lips found their way back to yours, distracting you even further from the task at hand. Eventually, he got bored of waiting for you and decided to take matters into his own hands ripping the buttons apart.

“I liked that shirt.” You scold, although it comes out muffled, and is definitely half-hearted.

“You can afford a new one.” He dismisses, reaching down for the zipper on the side of your skirt. He tugs it down and reluctantly sits back on his heels so you can shimmy out of the garment. You also take the liberty of space to remove your underwear, baring your chest and pussy fully to the man.

He doesn’t even bother to try to kiss you again. He sinks immediately to the floor and wraps arms around the tops of your thighs, pulling you to the edge. He doesn’t hesitate, just dives in face first. He licks a long stripe against your pussy. His flat tongue feels hot against your damp folds.

It doesn’t take long for him to become more focused in his pursuit, he circles his tongue around your hole, dipping in briefly and then travels to pay more attention to your clit.

He unwraps his arms from around your thighs. On hand presses just above your pubic mound to keep you in place. The other snakes between your legs. Two fingers drag between your folds gathering slick to ease the glide when he pushes them inside of you. The fingers stretch you out, not really prepared to take them both so quickly, but he is so gentle it barely hurts. He lets you adjust on the digits before starting a rougher pace.

Everything about his movements feels too good. You wrap your fingers into his hair just to prove to yourself he is really in between your legs.

“Tell me I’ve been a good boy.” He says, mouth pulling away from your clit just as you are about to cum.

“Earn it.” You reply wiggling until he attaches his lips around you. He sucks hard, occasionally flicking his tongue against you. Once again he pulls away just as your orgasm is about to hit.

“Tell me I’m a good boy now…” He says before blowing against your sensitive entrance.

“I said you had to earn it Jeon, make me cum and I will tell you exactly what you are.” His fingers start to pull away at your refusal.

“I don’t think you are in a position to refuse me right now.” He hovers millimetres away from you. So close you could almost push up into his lips again but a strong hand against your abdomen keeps you in place.

“I don’t think praise is supposed to be blackmailed out of someone.” You try to sound authoritative. But after having your orgasm ruined twice it was more of a whine.

“And I don’t think your in a position to argue boss.” The look in his eyes is positively evil. You roll your eyes at him, but he just takes it as more of a challenge. He nibbles at your clit, not providing enough stimulation to take you all the way. Just enough to bring you closer to the edge again. You groan in frustration, and he laughs.

“Fine you win. You’re such a good boy, the best, fucking me so good with your fingers Kookie. Please let me cum.” His fingers return, scissoring in time to the licks against your clit. You hold your breath as the tension in your stomach builds. You cry out when it hits you, legs shaking from the release of pressure that had been building for far too long.

He kisses up along your stomach and chest, stopping briefly to suck a small purple mark on your collarbone.

“Was that so hard?” He teases, kissing you so you can taste your own orgasm.

“Such an arrogant boy, but a very very good boy…” you admit begrudgingly. His grin only gets wider.

He undoes his fly and kicks his own bottoms out of the way. He meets your eyes as he lines himself up to you. He rubs his head along your folds, using his hand to coat his cock in your cum.

“Ready for me?”

“More than” You nod. He pushes in agonisingly slowly. Your walls clench as he starts to bottom out, an inch or so bigger than you’re used to. You groan as you feel his hips hit yours.

“God you feel even better than I thought you would.” He moans, his deep voice so close to your ear makes your stomach clench.

“You’ve thought about it?” You can’t help smirking, finally feeling like you might have the upper hand.

“I promise you every man you have in the office has thought about it.” He admits. His face scrunches as he slowly drags his hips back so he can thrust back into you. You can’t help blushing when he says that. You’d never really paid attention to the attention you’ve garnered around the office.

“I promise you, you are the only man in the office I have thought about…” You admit. His hips buck unexpectedly at your unexpected honesty.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He practically growls, making good on his promise as he pushes into you harder. You grip onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself steady as he went as fast and hard as he could, occasionally readjusting himself to hit a new angle.

“Shit Kookie right there.” You cry as he angles himself upwards. You slip a hand from his shoulders to your clit, finishing yourself off as he tried to keep the same position that had you nearly in tears. You squeeze tight around him as you cum, forcing him to stop moving inside of you. You push your hips against him, wriggling just enough to finish him off.

He pulls away and collapses next to you on the bed panting. You lean up on your elbow and drape yourself over the top of him. Your image of him earlier hadn’t been half as pretty as the real thing panting and sweaty beneath you.

Masterlist

Happy Hoe-lidays

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[ifmywishescametrue]

3 times Steve got Tony a present and an went very wrong (and the 1 time it didn’t)

What were the presents?

okay so the short answer: socks, chocolates, whisky, and flowers

the long answer is this 2k word fic I just finished

fourth time's the charm

1. Socks 

It starts with a game of secret santa. Completely against Steve’s will, if he might add.

But Natasha argued they could use something light-hearted and low pressure, and Bruce agreed. Clint accused him of being a Grinch for not wanting to participate, then made them all watch the movies – animated and live action – when Steve didn’t get the reference. Thor seemed to like them more than anyone, and he took Clint’s side, even if his definition of Christmas as a whole seemed to be a little confused.

Tony sealed it, though, when he finally joined in the debate. He didn’t even have to say much. He just gave Steve that smile of his and teased him about team bonding and promoting unity and shouldn't you want that, Captain?

It was the ‘Captain’ that really did it. The way it rolled off his tongue and disrupted Steve’s heart rhythm. He couldn’t say no to that, and Tony’s eyes were too bright to dim.

Drawing Tony’s name is as much a blessing as it is a curse. It leans more toward the latter when Clint suggests gag gifts for everyone. Allegedly it’ll make it more fun, and Steve doesn’t bother voicing his disagreement this time. He’d be outvoted, anyway.

He searches for a while before he finds a pair of socks that fit the bill. I want to be a nice person, one says, and the other follows but everyone’s so stupid. It seems like the kind of thing that might make Tony laugh, like his favorite mug that proclaims that he’s always right. 

Steve wraps them in paper the same vibrant red as the Iron Man suit, and he tries not to think about it again until Christmas Eve, when they all sit in the common room to exchange them. 

The gifts are all a little predictable. Steve’s comes with a joke about his age and Bruce’s about his temper. Natasha gets a bottle of vodka so cheap the alcohol might have tinted the color of the glass. 

Tony smiles when he unwraps the socks, but it’s tight around the edges. The others don’t seem to notice as they laugh, but Steve can feel it in his chest – that unsettling feeling that something’s gone wrong. 

It lingers heavily there, even after the gift exchange is done and another Christmas movie starts on the television. Steve follows when Tony goes into the kitchen, both of them pretending to need refills on their drinks. 

He waits for Tony to talk first. He makes hot chocolate the long way, heating milk on the stove and mixing in cocoa powder, sugar, and blocks of chocolate. One mug goes on the counter in front of Tony, and Steve cradles the other in his hands while he waits a little longer.

Tony’s voice is just above a whisper when he asks, “Do you really think of me like that?”

Steve pauses, swallowing his mouthful. “Like what?”

“Not a nice person.”

Steve’s mind whirls, but his thoughts never land anywhere. He sets his mug down so it doesn’t accidentally break in his too tight grip. 

“You’re one of the best people I know. Do you really think that’s how I see you?”

Tony’s breath shakes on the exhale. “No, I – I think I’ve just had a long day. I’m reading too much into it, aren’t I?”

Steve thinks about reaching out, touching his hand, but he doesn’t. “Maybe just a little.”

Tony nods as he stares into his hot chocolate. He looks tired, now that Steve has a chance to really look at him. In the dim light, the circles under his eyes are accentuated and the few wrinkles on his face seem deeper somehow. 

He’s quiet for long enough that Steve thinks he should say something else. Something to make it all better. But he doesn’t know what. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks instead.

Tony shakes his head, hair falling loose from its slicked back style. He pushes it back, but it drifts back down over his forehead. “Not really. Is that alright?”

Steve steps closer, leaning against the counter next to him. Their shoulders brush, and Steve can hear each slow, steady breath Tony takes. If he really tries, he can even hear his heartbeat. 

“Whatever you need,” he says. “I’ll always be here for that.”

Tony graces him with the smallest of smiles. “I know.”

2. Chocolates

It’s an error in execution more than anything.

He’d spent a long time in that bizarrely fancy chocolate shop, curating the perfect box. Salted caramel, raspberry, espresso creme, praline and almond. All of Tony's favorite flavors.

He doesn’t intend for it to be an outright romantic gesture, but something close at least. Something to make Tony smile and lose some of the tension that always gathers in his shoulders. If it happened to make Tony think about him in a different light – make him wonder what strawberries and dark chocolate would taste like on Steve’s tongue – that would have been just a bonus. 

The chocolates should’ve been a nice surprise after a long day of meetings, but Steve forgets sometimes, just how famous Tony is. 

He forgets that he’s not the only secret admirer out there and that he’s not the first to leave gifts. He doesn’t even know enough to remember that some of them only pretend to be admirers to disguise less savory intentions, and he definitely doesn’t realize that it’s close enough to Valentine’s Day to be misconstrued as coming from anywhere and anyone, rather than something special.

JARVIS informs him later that Tony never even saw the chocolates. His secretary threw them out under some pre-established protocol, and all those ornate truffles were in the bottom of a garbage can before Tony could even step foot in his office to see the gold box waiting on his desk. It crushes Steve just a little to think of them there. 

In retrospect, he should’ve put the note on the outside of the box instead of inside. Maybe it would have stopped his secretary if she read his name at the bottom, scrawled neatly underneath the two sentences that took almost an hour to construct. Now those words are just another thing Tony will never see.

No reason why, so don’t overthink it. I hope you like them. 

– Steve

3. Whisky

Steve is traditionally terrible at birthday gifts. He likes to think of himself as thoughtful, but it doesn’t manifest itself here. 

It’s a different kind of thoughtfulness, held in smaller gestures like french toast on Sunday mornings for Bruce and eggs benedict on Fridays for Natasha. He knows all their favorite songs and shows, and he doesn’t complain about anyone’s picks for movie night. Bad horror movies make Clint laugh, and Thor’s foreign language films make perfect sense to someone with Allspeak, even if no one knows where he finds them in the first place.

But birthdays aren’t meant for small things. He can’t make Tony’s coffee the way he likes it with just a half-teaspoon of sugar or carry him to bed when he falls asleep on the couch and call it enough. 

Tony’s birthday is meant for something bigger. A subtly grand gesture that doesn’t call much attention, but speaks quiet volumes. Something that shows him that Steve knows him. That he cares enough to pay attention and commit all the little details to memory.

He takes his time finding the right thing – a bottle of whisky that’s apparently aged enough to be worth more than what Steve would’ve spent on rent for an entire year back when it was first barrelled. 

Research tells him it’s a rare find, but not incredibly so. Just rare enough that Tony will know he took the time to find it, but not enough that it looks like he’s trying to buy his affection. 

He finds Tony in his workshop to give it to him, both of them dressed for the party starting in just a few minutes. Tony grins when he sees him, but it falls when he catches sight of the gift.

Tony’s voice is quiet when he tells him. He doesn’t drink anymore. Cutting back, he says, but Steve reads between the lines to hear not another drop. 

Steve isn’t sure what his expression says, but Tony offers him a small smile.

“You couldn't have known. I wasn't advertising it. Sort of the opposite.”

Steve looks down at the bottle in his hand, the silver ribbon curled around its neck. “I’m sorry,” he says, and Tony's hand is warm on his arm. 

“Don't be. Any other year I would've loved it.”

Tony drops his hand and turns to walk away. Steve stops him at the door.

“I’m proud of you.”

Tony’s smile takes on a self-deprecating tinge before it turns back to normal. Soft and just for Steve.

“Thanks, I think.”

Steve’s small matches his, but a little more fragile. “You’re welcome, I think.”

4. Flowers

Steve won't admit that he's disheartened by the failed gifts. He won't say that each one feels like a step backward, slowly chiseling away at the hope that was once brighter than it is now.

That'd be much more dramatic than Steve is ever willing to be out loud. 

Instead, he says he's regrouping before trying again. He's reevaluating his strategy, learning from the pitfalls of past gifts, and developing a new plan with fewer ways to go wrong.

He also won't admit that he's out of ideas after a measly three attempts. That's a separate problem that no amount of online browsing and aisle strolling seems to be able to solve. Every option seems wrong, and after the unmitigated disaster of the whisky, he doesn’t even trust what he thinks he knows about Tony anymore.

Natasha knows about it at this point, though Steve suspects she always did. There was something in her eyes when he drew Tony's name for secret santa, like she'd planned it that way all along. She asks him about his progress in raised eyebrows and a tilted head each time Tony leaves a room, and Steve responds in slumped shoulders as he stares at the sway of Tony’s hips as he walks away.

Months pass before he finally gets it right in the most unexpected way.

Steve isn’t even quite sure how he gets hurt. All he knows is that the battle is over by the time he wakes up, still lying in the grass in Central Park, and the little girl he was protecting is in her mom’s arms near an ambulance.

Tony hovers above him, helmet and gauntlets on the ground and his hands on Steve’s face. Steve’s cheeks feel colder when he takes them away, but he needs them to gesture with while he shouts a lecture that usually goes the other way around. 

Steve isn't listening, really. It's something about recklessness and hypocrisy and do you even think sometimes, Steve? 

And he does, sometimes. About how fiery Tony's eyes can get when he's angry and the slight dampness to them right now, like he was fighting tears. He thinks about how Tony's hair falls in his face, sticking to the blood streaked on his forehead from a shallow cut. Someone should clean that, he thinks, and he should be that someone. He'd be gentle. Kiss it better when he's done.

He thinks a lot about the curve of Tony’s lips. Studying them is the only way he knows that Tony’s stopped talking. It’s how Steve knows he’s still upset despite the silence, because they quiver before he presses them together. 

Steve catches a glimpse of the flowers from the corner of his eye. Small, purple buds that have sprung up like weeds in the grass. He plucks two from the ground and offers them with his most apologetic smile. 

“Forgive me?” he asks, and Tony laughs wetly. 

It’s the softest of things when Tony kisses him for the first time. A brush of lips that leaves the taste of salt on Steve’s tongue, and a careful hand twining with his own to press petals between their palms.

Tony looks at the flowers when they part, a smile on his face that spells forgiveness and happiness all in one. “I hope you know you’re setting me up to expect flowers on our anniversary. I’ll want them every year.”

Steve grins. That, he thinks, is one gift he can always get right.

#my writing #my fic #stevetony

[playbucky]

Family Cabin.

Requested by Anon – Hi hi. Can I request Jay Halstead x Reader? The reader wasn’t expecting to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with Jay because intelligence are in the middle of a big case, but what the reader doesn’t know is that they managed to wrap up the case the day before Christmas Eve so Jay shows up at her door and surprise her with a trip to his family cabin 😊 Characters – Jay x Reader. Word Count – 677.

Placing the half full bottle of cider on the coaster, you had to get for the table because Jay just liked sitting the cups and bottles on it. You didn’t mind but now it was starting to leave small circular stains and you didn’t want to replace the table that you both liked. Picking the remote up and switching the TV on you started flicking through the channels, knowing that you had the night to yourself since Jay had messaged you at lunch time saying that the case the team were working on was going to take longer than they thought. Looking through the Christmas movie selection that was on the TV the cheesy ones were catching your attention but the dark cover with the horn across it did. Clicking on it you snuggled into the cushions and turned the volume up before becoming emerged in the film.

‘I’m home.’ Jay almost shouted as he barged into your apartment, you jumped and the remote falling from your lap and landing on the carpet ‘Jesus Jay.’ You said, placing your hand against your chest feeling your heart beating a hundred miles per hour. ‘What are you doing here?’ You asked him, he ignored you as he walked over to look at the TV. ‘Why are you watching a horror movie before Christmas?’ Jay questioned, as he looked at the screen. ‘Krampus, again?’ He asked, you arched an eyebrow. ‘Yes Jay, because my wuss of a boyfriend wasn’t here.’ You commented back, he narrowed his eyes at you. ‘You still haven’t answered my question.’ You said, he shrugged his shoulders. ‘The case finished up early so I’ve decide to take action and we’re going to the cabin for Christmas.’ Jay told you, your brows furrowed as you bent down and picked the remotes up. ‘What?’ You asked confused, he held his hand out. ‘Come lets go.’ He said, making grabbing hands with his stretched hand. ‘We need to pack.’ You said, gesturing to shared bedroom. ‘No, I packed them last night when you were out with your work friends.’ He said, you narrowed your eyes at him before ‘Can I finish my drink?’ You asked, he rolled his eyes before nodding. You reached forward and picked the bottle up before placing it against your lips and downing the last of the fizzy liquid, Jay pulled a face and his eyebrows raised as you stood up. Making your way to the kitchen to place it in the bin. ‘I think you might have out drank me at school.’ Jay stated, as you turned back to him. ‘I would’ve, still would do it just now.’ You commented, his jaw dropped before he pulled you into him pressing a kiss to your forehead. ‘I would like to see you try but we should get going before it’s too late.’ He mumbled against your forehead, you nodded before you pulled back. ‘Fine, as long as I can chose the music.’ ‘I have the Christmas playlist that you made programmed, it’s ready for us.’ He said, you slid your shoes on before Jay grabbed your jacket, holding it out for you to you slip your arms through the sleeves. ‘I also picked snacks for you.’ He said, watching as you zipped your jacket up. He titled his head slightly before he picked the fluffy hat up, and placed it on your head, pulling it down completely smiling when you started laughing before he helped you fix it, gentle moving the messy strands away from your face. ‘There beautiful.’ He stated, you couldn’t help the blush that took over before you reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips. ‘There handsome.’ You replied, enjoying the way he got flustered every time you called him handsome. ‘You ready?’ He asked, you looked around the apartment, seeing that he had switched the TV off. ‘Yeah, lets go.’ You said, he smiled and opened the door for you, you stepped out first but didn’t let go of his hand as he stepped out and locked the door.

#jay halstead x reader #reader x jay halstead #jay halstead #jay halstead imagines #chicago pd x reader #reader x chicago pd #chicago pd #chicago pd imagines

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Spending Christmas Eve Indoors With Frank Castle

(A/N:) This was a request from a friend who wanted a Christmas Frank Castle Imagine. I know Christmas is over but I was planning all along of returning at the beginning of the new year so close enough. So I thought it would be good to return with this one and I’ll probably post another one too since I’ve been gone so long! So happy reading lovelies! ~Countess

Frank Castle X FemReader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence. But it’s Frank do ya expect any less?

Time with Frank was always a curveball, you didn’t know if he would arrived bloody (whether it was his own or someone else's), unscathed, or cranky. Fortunately for you, you had gotten used to his various states and now as it was Christmas Eve you were really looking forward to spending the evening indoors cuddled on the couch watching movies and eating Christmas treats. Surely since it was the time of the year where peace on Earth was ever more obtainable he would arrive in perfect condition. Well in as perfect condition of a man scarred with bullet and knife wounds can be. You rolled your eyes thinking of all the moments you had doctored him with a sewing needle with only a few bottles of rubbing alcohol and Frank a bottle of Jack. Now as you slid down the hallway in festive fuzzy socks you were getting worried about him as the sun had gone down an hour ago. Maybe he forgot? But that wasn’t like Frank Castle. If the man had anything it was a memory and the tendency to hold a grudge. You snickered to yourself when the doorbell rang. You didn’t run to the door and almost slip and fall because of your socks. Nope not you.

“Frank are you ready for the best Christmas Eve,” you paused finally looking at his state of being, “ever?”

There stood Frank covered in snow with a bloody nose and a gash in his shoulder.

“Frank! Seriously on Christmas Eve?!”

“Sorry babe,” he said nasally thanks to his busted up nose, “y’know I can’t just let certain things slide.”

“You’re lucky your nose is already broken cause I have half a mind to break it myself.” You turned from him leaving him to set his bags by the door while you went to go get the first aid kit and some bandages.

Frank now sat on the floor his skin lit up by the various Christmas lights while you kneeled beside him working on patching his wounds. You definitely hadn’t wanted to start your night out like this, but with a vigilante boyfriend, there was certain things that you were going to have to live with. Placing one last piece of tape across his nose you leaned back to check your work. Nodding in approval before gathering up all your supplies when Frank leaned over kissing your cheek in thanks.

“Go get everything put up and I’ll get things ready in here.”

You relented warning him not to break anything or mess up your work. Once he promised you left to go put everything back in your medicine cabinet. Once you finished you decided to help Frank get things around when you walked back in he had shocked you by having snacks already on the coffee table and hot cocoa in mugs.

“Merry Christmas,” Frank took you into an embrace resting your head against his chest.

“Merry Christmas Frank,” you melted happy to have him around. Since he had lost his family he never enjoyed the holidays anymore. You wanted to change that for him if not tonight then over time. That’s why you were so frustrated with him for fighting on Christmas when you wanted to spend time with him, though you understood that this was who he is. He had made a promise with himself and his late family and you couldn’t begrudge him. Now as you curled up against his body on the couch watching The Santa Clause with the tree glimmering brightly by the living room window while snow fell outside you felt like it was the perfect Christmas. While everyone hustled and bustled outside as busy as can be you were sitting inside where it was warm wrapped in the arms of the man you loved. You couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate such a day. Frank also decided at that moment that he rather be nowhere else himself. This Christmas would be one you and he remembered for many years to come.

#Frank Castle X Reader #Frank Castle / Reader #Frank Castle #The Punisher #Frank Castle Imagine #The Punisher Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

[fics-n-stuff]

A Nice Christmas

Thanks to @gayhistorynerd for the prompt, see here (I kind of deviated from it a little maybe a lot but the story still stemmed from this prompt)

Pairing: Wilhelm × Simon

Summary: Wilhelm may have denied being in the sex tape, but that doesn't mean that the world has forgotten. The Christmas break proves to be difficult for both Simon and Wilhelm, one suffering from ongoing harassment and the other feeling completely isolated, and they find that they can't help but be drawn back to each other.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: This took me so long to write because I got writer's block right after I started it. This doesn't have a super happy ending because I wanted to try and keep it pretty realistic, but it is pretty sweet and wholesome.

Taglist: @probablyprocrastinatingrightnow @rika90 @angelwilhelm

Wilhelm had never felt more alone than he did being home for Christmas break. He spent as much time as was physically possible holed up in his bedroom, not wanting to see or talk to anyone, especially not his mother. He hadn’t turned his phone on for three days, he had bitten his nails down to the nailbeds and he hardly had any appetite. The ache in his chest was constant and unyielding.

He lay in the dark most of the time, his curtains closed throughout the day and only sometimes opened at night to let the moonlight in. Besides that, he didn’t have much idea of how time was passing.

He did know that it was Christmas eve though. And it must be the morning because nobody had come to drag him out of his bedroom to join the celebrations. A cursory peek around the curtain confirmed that, as Wilhelm saw that the sun hadn’t even fully risen yet.

A deep breath settled the stone in his stomach, and he reached for his phone with a shaky hand.

When the device turned on it immediately started going crazy with notifications, and Wilhelm felt his heart rate increase with every buzz.

5 messages from August

Ignore.

10 messages from Mamma

Ignore.

2 missed calls from Felice

Wilhelm paused in swiping away the notifications. Felice had called him twice and sent him three messages. He clicked on the message notification, sitting back against the wall and holding in a breath without realising it.

Felice: Hey Wille, how are you feeling being home?

Felice: I just wanted to check in but I can’t get a hold of you, I hope you’re doing alright

Felice: You probably don’t want to talk but you can call or text me whenever you do

Wilhelm sighed. Of all the people that he thought that he could depend on, Felice was the only one that he still had. He swallowed the lump in his throat and called her back.

It rang for a while before she answered, and he’d almost decided to hang up the call when it stopped ringing.

“Wille, good morning.” Felice greeted, cheerful but clearly tired. “Merry Christmas.”

“Yeah, merry Christmas Felice.” Wilhelm replied feebly. His voice was hoarse from disuse.

“Are you alright? Do you want to talk about something?”

“Uhm, I- I don’t know, I just... I don’t know.” He stuttered, wrapping his free arm around himself.

“Okay, well, what are your plans for today?”

“I’m not sure, I haven’t really been talking to anyone. What, uh, what are your plans?”

“Oh, you know, just the usual. We’ll watch Kalle Anka's Jul and play some games before dinner, then we’ll open presents.” She explained. The tinny sound of her voice through the phone was actually quite calming.

“What about for the rest of the break?”

“Um, I’m going to New York to see Maddie for New Year, so that’ll be fun. And I’m going back to Bjärstad on Boxing Day to see Sara. I’m gonna stay there just for one night.”

“So you’ve been talking to Sara a lot then?” Wilhelm questioned, moving to bite at his almost non-existent nails.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Has she said anything about Simon? Do you know if he’s alright?” His words came out more rushed than he had intended. Clearly, he was more eager for some sort of information on Simon than he had thought.

“Um, she hasn’t said much but I think he’s pretty okay.” Felice replied, but it was followed by a small sigh that let Wilhelm know that there was more to the story. “Sara says that things have mostly gone back to normal, but Simon goes out a lot less and she’s had to make her Instagram private. I think they’ve had a few people show up at their house.”

Wilhelm swallowed hard, a feeling of guilt crawling under his skin. Simon’s Instagram account had been private ever since the video had been leaked, so it seemed that now people had found Sara’s too. They had attention on them that they had never signed up for, and Wilhelm knew that it was his fault and he felt terrible for that.

“Okay.” He replied shakily. There was a short silence before Felice spoke again.

“How are you, Wilhelm? Really?” She asked.

“Lonely.” He answered. “Listen, I have to go. I need to take a shower before someone comes demanding that I take part in the Christmas celebrations.”

“Alright well, call me back whenever, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Bye, Felice.”

“Bye, Wille. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

Wilhelm ran a hand over his face, letting out a groan of frustration and sadness. Why couldn’t he just be a normal kid?

He stared down at his phone in his lap, gnawing at the nail of his right thumb in contemplation. With a shaking breath and trembling fingers, he picked it back up, opened his conversation with Simon and typed a short message. He dropped his phone in mild panic as soon as he hit send, and rubbed his hand over his chest as he took a deep, steadying breath.

+ + +

“Simon, wake up. Rosh and Ayub will be here soon.” Sara’s voice stirred Simon from his sleep and he rolled over to look at her. She was already dressed.

“What time is it?” He asked with a yawn.

“Nine o’clock. Get up and come help with breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m getting up.”

Sara rolled her eyes and left the room, and Simon reached out to his bedside table blindly until his hand landed on his phone. He squinted at the screen as he sat up, faltering when he saw the notification on the screen.

Wilhelm: Merry Christmas Simon

He felt his heart race as he stared at the screen, only snapping out of it when he heard Sara shouting at him from downstairs. He blinked, dropped his phone and set about getting dressed.

Every Christmas eve since they were ten, Simon, Sara, Rosh and Ayub would have breakfast together and then go for a long walk. It was tradition for them at this point, but Simon found himself unable to feel excited for it this year. It was all well and good to pretend like life was going on as normal, but it was hard not to feel uncomfortable when people stared at him everywhere he went.

Rosh and Ayub arrived just as he and Sara were finishing up making breakfast, and they exchanged Christmas well-wishes as they sat down to eat.

“You’re being real quiet over there, Simme. You alright?” Ayub asked after a while, and Simon realised that he’d been completely zoned out.

“Sorry, just thinking.”

“About Wilhelm?” Sara questioned. Simon pushed a bite of food into his mouth and shrugged.

“You have to move on, Simon.” Rosh said. “I know you care about him but he’s not worth all the trouble that he comes with.”

“I know. That’s why I ended things.” He replied. “It still sucks though.”

“You’ll get over him eventually.” Sara told him, putting a comforting hand on his for a few seconds before going back to her food. Simon smiled slightly.

He didn’t tell them about the text.

Despite all of that, he was in high spirits when they set out for their walk, happily joking and laughing with his friends, and they made it half an hour before he heard the first comment.

“That’s the guy from the sex tape.” Muttered a girl to her friend as they passed, and Simon felt the smile fall from his face.

“Just ignore them.” Sara told him, wrapping an arm around one of his. He nodded, but it had gotten to him. For the rest of their walk from that point, Simon felt like every person that they passed was looking at him and judging him.

They walked both Rosh and Ayub back to their houses before heading back to theirs just a bit past noon. They had almost gotten home when they were approached by a group of teenagers probably slightly younger than them.

“Are you the guy from that viral sex tape?” One of the boys asked unabashedly, the group coming right up in front of Simon and Sara and blocking their path.

“Uh, I don’t want to talk about that.” Simon replied stiffly, still trying to be polite.

“Oh my god, it is him!” A girl exclaimed.

“Was it actually the crown prince in the video?” Another chimed. Simon felt lightheaded.

“He already said that it wasn’t.” He deflected, trying to sidestep the group.

“Yeah, but there’s a lot of people that don’t actually believe him.” The girl laughed; actually laughed, as if this hadn’t been an earth shattering event for Simon.

“If it wasn’t Prince Wilhelm then who was it in the video?” A boy asked, and that was when Simon spotted the phone filming him and his stomach dropped.

“I’m not discussing my sex life with a bunch of strangers.” He scoffed in disbelief, shouldering his way past the group with Sara close behind him. “Please leave me alone.”

“You could just tell us if it was actually the prince or not.” One of them pressed, the group now following after Simon. “If it wasn’t him then you don’t have anything to hide.”

“Oh my god, did the royal family pay you off? Did they make you sign an NDA!?”

“Were you, like, boyfriends? Or was it just a hookup?”

Simon kept walking, keeping his head down and not answering any of the questions being hurled at him. He could sense that Sara was just as tense beside him. The group followed them for a full block before Simon finally lost his cool and came to a dead stop, turning to face them.

“I’m not going to answer your questions. The fact that you’re following me is not going to make me answer your questions. I’ve had my privacy majorly invaded once already and now you’re invading it again. I’m trying to enjoy Christmas with my sister and you’re chasing me with a camera, I’m sick of people harassing me.” He fumed, making sure to meet the eye of every one of them at some point. “Whatever you choose to believe is not my problem. It doesn’t matter whether you think that the crown prince is telling the truth or you choose to make up some type of theory, I deserve my privacy.”

He didn’t wait for any type of response before he turned around and walked away, thankful to find that they weren’t going to follow him anymore.

“You handled that well.” Sara said quietly once they had turned the next corner. Simon didn’t reply.

When they got home, he went straight upstairs without a word. He slammed his bedroom door shut and buried his face in his pillow, unable to hold the tears back any longer.

By that same evening, the video was viral.

+ + +

I bet that girl was right and the royal family made him sign an NDA

If he didn’t want people to think it was the prince he would have just said that it wasn’t so either the prince was lying or this guy is seeking attention

He’s literally a kid why can’t people just leave him alone??

I don’t care if it was the prince in the tape or not, this guy is hot

The way he said that people are making up theories makes me think that it actually wasn’t the prince in the video

I feel bad for this guy, getting followed around like that must suck

Wilhelm scrolled through the captions and comments on the seemingly endless posts of the video of Simon, feeling like somebody had a vice grip on his heart.

The first time he saw the video had been right after Christmas Eve dinner. He’d had a full blown panic attack and locked himself in the bathroom for half an hour. When he came out, his mother had tried to talk to him about the politics of the situation and he had immediately retreated into his bedroom once again. He missed Erik desperately.

He hadn’t been able to sleep, he'd only gotten about three hours of broken, fitful sleep all night, and now he couldn’t pry himself away from his phone. He knew that it was bad for him, he knew that it was making him feel terrible, but he wanted to know what people were saying.

He had been hesitant to text Simon, especially since he hadn’t received a reply to the merry Christmas text that he had sent in the morning, but in the end he mustered the courage to reach out. He had asked how Simon was doing and apologised for getting him into this situation. He wasn’t surprised when no answer came.

Christmas day was proving to be probably the worst day of Christmas break for Wilhelm. His chest felt like it was bursting open and like it was an empty chasm at the same time. He didn’t eat breakfast or lunch, he didn’t respond to the knocks that came at his door. He felt like he was trapped in a glass box and someone was shaking it.

Wilhelm didn’t know how long he had been scrolling through multiple different social media platforms when his phone buzzed in his hand and an incoming call appeared on the screen. He faltered, sitting up and almost dropping his phone, when he saw that it was Simon. He ran a nervous hand through his hair as he raised the phone to his ear.

“Simon?” He croaked.

“Hi, Wilhelm.” The reply came through the phone, and Wilhelm felt his shoulders relax at the sound of Simon’s voice.

“Hi. H-how are you.” He fumbled, and Simon sighed on the other end.

“I’m okay, I guess. As okay as I can be after... well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

“This wasn’t your fault, Wille.” Simon muttered. “I just wish things were different.”

“Why, um... why did you call?” Wilhelm asked. There was a short stretch of silence that rung in his ears before Simon answered.

“I just wanted to hear your voice, I guess.” He confessed, and Wilhelm couldn’t help the soft smile that pulled at his lips. “Honestly, I was kind of surprised that you didn’t delete my number or something.”

“Why would I have done that?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just thought that you weren’t supposed to have any ties with me since you said that it wasn’t you in the video.” Wilhelm winced at that.

“It's not like my contacts list is available to the public.” He replied, trying to keep his tone light. “I’m not gonna let that kind of thing get in my head again.”

“Is your mum mad?” Simon asked, and now it was Wilhelm’s turn to sigh.

“I’m not sure, I kind of shut myself in my room so that I wouldn’t have to deal with her.” He answered tiredly. “How is your family?”

“Uh, shaken. Sara’s off in her own world with her sketchbooks and mamá can’t go for more than an hour without checking on us both, but we’re handling it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise.”

There was a silence again. Wilhelm ran his hand across his leg, back and forth in a soothing motion, not sure what he should say but not wanting the conversation to finish. In the end, Simon spoke first.

“Did you mean it, what you said before you left for the break?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, I did.” Wilhelm answered without hesitation. “I know it wasn’t a good time to say it, and you probably didn’t want to hear it, but I just had to say it out loud. At least once.”

Silence again. Wilhelm heard Simon sigh, and pursed his lips nervously.

“I miss you.” Simon said.

“I miss you too.” Wilhelm replied with a nervous yet relieved chuckle. “I miss you a lot.”

Another pause.

“Where do we go from here, Wille?” Simon whispered.

“I don’t know.” Wilhelm mumbled. “But I... I want to fix this. Or at least just try to fix it. You don’t deserve to be harassed like this, and it’s my fault and I feel terrible.”

“It’s not your fault.” Simon reassured with a sigh. “It was everything else. We still didn’t do anything wrong, and that includes you.”

“No, I did. I promised we would be in this together and I broke that promise.”

“I understand why you did it. And I’m not mad at you. Honestly, having thought about it, you probably made the best decision for my sake too. I mean, I’m getting harassed enough as it is already. I can’t imagine what it would be like if you had told the truth.”

“I’m still sorry anyway.” Wilhelm said softly, and Simon chuckled. “So, um, Felice told me she was visiting Bjärstad tomorrow.”

“Yeah, her and Sara have gotten close. It’s nice, you know, that Sara’s made friends. And Felice is cool.”

“Yeah, she’s great.”

There was silence again, and Wilhelm bit at his nails thinking that Simon was done with the conversation.

“Are you alright, Wille?” Simon asked after a while. “I know this is your first Christmas without Erik, and I guess things with your mum might be a little... well, I just hope you’re okay.”

Wilhelm swallowed. He could lie, pretend he was fine and wave away Simon’s concerns, but he knew the lie probably wouldn’t hold up. Or he could tell the truth and admit how painfully lonely he was, how much he hated being home because the palace felt empty without Erik and how much he longed to be with Simon with every fibre of his being.

“I’m coping.” He sighed, settling for a middle ground of vagueness. “It’s lonely here. The ceilings feel too high.”

“Have you had stuff to do?”

“No, not really. I haven’t really been in the mood for Christmas, but I guess none of us are particularly festive this year anyway.”

“Would you - I mean, if you would even be allowed to, but maybe if you could – would you want to come down here for a day?” Simon asked, and Wilhelm could just picture him fidgeting nervously as he stumbled over his words. The image brought a smile to his face.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He answered softly. “I’ll try and convince my parents.”

+ + +

Going to Simon’s house had been an absolute no go with his parents. “Just too risky” his mother had said. However, with enough persistence, he managed to wear them down to a compromise.

That was how he ended up in a car on his way back to Hillerska the day after Boxing Day. While Simon’s house had been absolutely off the table, it would be easy enough to get back to Hillerska without being seen. The only people who were there during the break were security and the people who came to take care of the horses.

He had been worried at first that the inconvenience of it would make Simon not want to bother, but when he texted to ask if it was okay he had been met with a quick agreement.

A security guard unlocked the door for him when they arrived, sworn to secrecy of course, and he headed up to his room to wait. He didn’t realise he was biting his nails until there was a knock at the door and he was knocked out of his anxious thoughts.

The door opened slowly, and Wilhelm felt like all of the air was knocked out of his body when he saw Simon step inside, dressed in his beloved purple hoodie under the coat that he took off and draped over the back of a chair that was within reach. The door clicked shut behind him, and silence hung in the air.

“Hey.” Simon greeted finally, and Wilhelm took a deep breath as if he was just remembering how to breathe at all.

“Hey.” He echoed. “How are you?”

“Better.” Simon nodded. “Did you get into a fight with your parents?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Wilhelm muttered. “It’s fine though.”

Simon crossed the room and took a seat beside Wilhelm on the edge of the bed, a good few inches of space between them. It felt like miles.

“You look tired.” Simon commented.

“I’ve been having a hard time sleeping.” Wilhelm replied weakly, eyes downcast, fidgeting with his hands. “I get that way sometimes. It’s fine.”

“Is it?”

He looked over to find Simon watching him, and he practically crumbled under his gaze. He took a very unsteady breath and shook his head.

“No, it sucks.” He mumbled. His hand drifted back up to his mouth and he gnawed on the nail of his thumb nervously.

“Wille, you’re bleeding.” Simon said, gently grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from his mouth. Wilhelm looked down at his thumb and saw a bit of blood pooling in the side of the nailbed, becoming aware of the taste of it on his tongue.

“Oh, I didn’t notice.”

“How much have you been biting your nails?” Simon questioned, pulling Wilhelm’s hand towards him to get a look at them. Every nail was jagged and uneven, bitten down to stubs. The skin around them had been bitten at too.

“I don’t know, I do it without realising.” Wilhelm shrugged. “Probably a lot.” He resisted the urge to curl his fingers around Simon’s hand and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.

“You shouldn’t have to bottle everything in, you’re destroying yourself.” Simon murmured.

“I don’t have anyone to talk to.” Wilhelm’s voice broke halfway through his sentence, a single tear managing to fight its way from his eye. “I used to be able to talk to Erik about at least some of it but now he’s gone and I don’t have anyone, and sometimes it feels like the ground is falling out from under me and I just don’t know what to do.”

He didn’t notice that he was hyperventilating until Simon pulled him into his arms. Wilhelm’s chest was tight, rising and falling rapidly against Simon’s body. Simon's arms were wrapped around him tightly, and Wilhelm was suddenly overwhelmed with how much he had been craving a hug as his hands grasped at the back of Simon’s hoodie and he hid his face in the crook of Simon’s neck.

Wilhelm had always been told not to cry. Ever since he was a child, whenever he began to cry he was told to stop. The seed had planted itself in him when he was very young, but the fear of letting himself cry didn’t truly grow until he once saw an article in a tabloid. He was barely eleven and he had fallen and hurt himself at an event. He had hardly cried, just a few tears and red cheeks, but the tabloid had had plenty to say about it. He hadn’t let himself properly cry since, except for when Erik died. Even then, he had waited until he was completely alone before he let his weakness show. But now, with Simon, he felt an overwhelming need to let his tears fall.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into Simon’s shoulder. He could feel the tears coming out of his eyes but they weren’t falling down his face, instead absorbing into the fabric of Simon’s hoodie.

“It’s okay.” Simon soothed, a hand moving up to stroke over the Wilhelm’s hair.

“I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to be a prince.”

“I know.”

“I just wanted to feel normal. Just for once.” Wilhelm said through his tears. “You made me feel normal.”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows, sympathetic. He loosened his hold on Wilhelm and leaned back, sliding the hand that was on the back of Wilhelm’s head forward to rest against his cheek.

“You made me feel normal too.” He replied softly. “At school I was a social outcast because I’m not rich, and at home I have to take care of my mom and Sara. When I was with you, I didn’t feel like I had to take care of anyone or watch where I was stepping. Well, except that one night.” Wilhelm huffed a slight laugh at the comment, lifting a hand to wipe the tears off of his cheeks. “I’ve never seen you cry before.” Simon commented.

“I’m not supposed to.” Wilhelm replied with an awkward chuckle, his head tipping forward in embarrassment. Simon sighed through his nose and lightly touched his forehead to Wilhelm’s.

“You have to cry sometimes, Wille. Everyone cries.”

“I’m not supposed to be everyone.”

“Okay, but sometimes you need to stop worrying about what you’re supposed to be.” Simon told him. “I know you know that.”

Wilhelm took a deep breath. This close to Simon’s face, he could feel his breathing too. He wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t know if that would be okay. He nodded slightly, covering Simon’s hand on his cheek with his own.

“Yeah.” He breathed.

When Simon leaned forward and connected their lips Wilhelm responded automatically, though it took his brain a few seconds to catch up. Once his brain did catch up, his hand took hold of the back of Simon’s neck and pulled him impossibly closer, holding onto this moment like it was his last. Maybe it would be the last time he got to kiss Simon; he couldn’t know. He hoped it wouldn’t be.

“Thanks for coming to see me.” Simon said when they broke apart.

“Thanks for wanting to see me at all.” Wilhelm replied. “I really missed you.”

Simon hummed, a faint smile playing at his lips. He watched Wilhelm for a few moments before kicking off his shoes.

“Come here.” He said, shuffling over the bed towards the wall. Wilhelm followed suit and allowed himself to be guided down to a lying position, Simon’s chest against his back and arm around his waist. “You need to sleep.”

“It’s the middle of the day.” Wilhelm protested, weak as the protest may have been.

“People have naps all the time, and you know that you need it.” Simon said firmly, adjusting the pillow under his head with his free arm and finding Wilhelm's hand to hold in the other. “It doesn’t have to be for long, okay?”

“Okay.” Wilhelm nodded, feeling suddenly very relaxed. He took a deep breath settling into the comfort and warmth of Simon’s body around his as his eyes fell shut. “This is nice.” He mumbled after a while.

“Yeah.” Simon agreed softly. “Go to sleep, Wille.”

It wasn’t long until he felt Wilhelm’s breathing change, signifying that he had fallen asleep. He smiled, fondly but with an edge of sadness to it, and pressed a light kiss to Wilhelm’s shoulder before closing his own eyes. They would deal with the rest of the world when they woke up.

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