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archangeldyke-all · 3 months

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hi angel!!!

sevika and vampire reader again because i can't get them out of my head <3333 can we get vampire reader turning sevika into a vampire and how their lives would be after her transition?

black reader pleaseee <3

yes yes yes let's do it! i'm going to include an idea mars, @sexysapphicshopowner gave me too! so be sure to check out their blog if u like the bucket list bits <3

same disclaimers as always with this series! i don't know much about vampire lore, so i'm just guessing and making shit up as it goes haha. also, i'm white, so i'll try my best to make this an obviously black reader, but if i mess anything up lmk!! i'll change it asap :)

man and minors dni

sevika's getting older.

a few grey hairs here, a few new wrinkles there, some new aches and pains she'd never had before-- it's an inevitable part of life. at least it is for most people.

but sevika's got you, now, and you've got an out for her-- a very permanent out, but an out nonetheless.

for a while now, she's been pressuring you to change her. about a month ago at work, she very narrowly dodged a fatal blow, and you started taking her demands seriously.

but-- there's a few things you want her to do before you guys go through with it.

you didn't get the chance to live out your final mortal desires before you were changed. you know just how depressing it can be to mourn being human, especially when you don't get to properly say goodbye. so, you've been helping sevika make a 'bucket list' of sorts-- all the things she wants to do one last time before she won't be able to do them anymore.

soaking in the sun, wearing silver jewelry, drinking a glass (or bottle) of whiskey-- stuff like that.

she's been steadily checking items off the list, and now you're down to the last few, and she wants to check 'em off all in one go.

she wants to eat a big, full meal-- steak and potatoes and a slice of chocolate cake on the side. then, she wants to feed you, one last time. and finally she wants to do what all humans are eventually bound to do: she wants to die.

that last one makes you nervous.

changing her requires that you drain her completely before you kiss her back to life. there's going to be a solid ten or so minutes where she's completely dead-- and she's apparently looking forward to it.

"i wanna know what it's like. see if i feel anything, see if i see anything." she says with a curious shrug.

it makes you nauseous to think about.

the entire reason you're doing this in the first place is so sevika never has to die. the idea of her body going still and cold beneath you, of her eyes glazing over and staring off into space, of her breaths ceasing, it hurts you to even fucking think about.

you're trying not to think about it at all.

"babe." sevika says to you over the table as you place her plate in front of her. you look down at her, smiling, and she reaches up to grab your hand. "this look fucking amazing." she says, not even looking at the plate. you snort. "you look... nervous." she says. you groan and slump down into her lap, scooping up a bite of potatoes and shoving it into her mouth. she chuckles.

"i'm trying not to freak the fuck out." you say. sevika hums, grabbing the fork from you to tear into her steak.

"it'll be fine babe." she mumbles around a mouthful. she groans. "fuck, this is divine."

"enjoy it." you say. she grins.

"i'm trying to savor it but i kinda wanna wolf it down and get your teeth in me." she says. you snort.

"eat slower." you demand. she giggles.

"baby." she says, putting her fork down to hold your hips. you lean forward, pressing your forehead against her shoulder. "i promise it'll be okay. it's gonna be fucking amazing, actually. just think about it-- in a few hours i'll be able to float around with you, we can start hunting together, i'm gonna be able to stay up all night with you. think of all the endless sex we'll have once i've got vampire stamina." she says, kissing your head. you snort.

"i'm just. i really don't want you to die." you say. sevika hums, rubbing her hand up and down your back.

"i know. but it's gotta happen one way or another. it's either this-- you killing me with your sexy fucking teeth then fucking me back to life or whatever--" you giggle. "-- or, i die at work or i get sick or something and you're not there to save me. and then we'll both be miserable forever." she says.

you sigh. she's right, of course, but you're still worried. you think you will be until she blinks back to life.

sevika reaches behind your back to grab another bite of her food. with her free hand, she reaches up to gently rub your cheek.

"you're everything to me, you know that right?" she asks around another mouthful of steak. you smile.

"feeling's mutual." you say. sevika smiles, gently toying with the tiny curl near your ear, pulling it straight then watching it coil back up again when she releases it.

"and i wanna spend infinity with you. if you'll have me." she says. you snort, and flick her head.

"course i will." you say. sevika grins.

"so there's no problem." she says.

you'd be lying if you said there wasn't at least a small part of you that's looking forward to tonight. you've been fasting for a month-- in preparation to drain sevika. you're ravenous. and sevika's your favorite fucking meal.

especially now, with her all glowy and happy after a big meal, a little tipsy from the bottle of wine you'd bought her-- she looks delectable.

she grins up at you from her spot on the bed. "hungry?" she asks. you chuckle.

"starving." you say, licking your lips. "i gotta say. i'm really gonna miss your blood."

sevika chuckles. "we'll find something else you like. together." she says, reaching up to thread her fingers through yours. you sigh, leaning down to kiss her, gently trailing your fangs over her lower lip. sevika shudders.

"c'mon, babe. i'm ready." she says, kissing the back of your hand, tilting her chin up, and widening her legs. you laugh.

"i'm not fucking you tonight." you say. sevika gasps.

"what?! why not?" she asks, pouting. you snort.

"because, i gotta stay focused." you say. sevika groans petulantly.

"but!" she tries. you press a finger to her lips.

"i'll fuck you when you wake up." you promise. sevika sighs.

"that works, i guess. is vampire sex any different than human sex?" she asks. you giggle.

"i dunno, it's been so long since i was a human it's all a bit of a blur now. you'll have to tell me." you say. sevika smiles.

"alright." she says. "c'mon." she says, tilting her chin up again. you giggle, leaning down to press a few kisses over her pulse point. sevika sighs, relaxing into the bed beneath her. "i love you more than i've ever loved anything or anyone, you know." she says shakily. you smile against her neck, licking her artery.

"you're sure?" you ask, one final time. sevika reaches up to hold your hips like she always does when she's beneath you.

"more sure than i've ever been about anything in my life."

"i love you sev." you whisper.

"i love you too, baby." she responds.

you take a deep breath, and sink your teeth into her throat.

sevika shudders and sighs, her nails digging into your skin as you retract your teeth and lick against her wounds, before you start sucking down her blood.

she tastes so fucking good. you're tempted to stop, just so you can keep her around as a bloodbag for a bit longer, but you know she'd be pissed if you did. so, instead, you let your instincts take over, and you start to devour her.

sevika's squeaking and gasping beneath you, her hands clawing into your flesh, her thighs squeezing together as you drink.

"th-that's it, honey, drain me. take it all from me. make me yours. make me yours." she whimpers. you growl against her neck, reaching down to hold her shoulder, gently tracing your thumb back and forth on her collar bone. sevika sighs. "c-can't believe you aren't gonna fuck me, shit! gonna make me cum in my p-pants." she says. you groan and readjust, shoving your thigh between sevika's. she laughs as she starts grinding down against you. "fuck i love you." she mumbles.

sevika cums a second later, shivering underneath you as you continue to slurp her down. you're messy-- messier than you've ever been before. something about the fact that you're changing her is making you fucking feral. you can taste the rush of hormones as she cums, and you shiver on top of her at the taste.

sevika goes limp beneath you, her grip loosening as she tries to catch her breath. she's getting lightheaded and dizzy, you can tell from the way she keeps giggling.

"f-fuck." she mutters. you hum against her. "feel drunk 'r somethin'." she says. you snort. "'m so fuckin' in love with you. you gotta marry me now, y'know." she says. you chuckle.

sevika's breaths start getting shaky, the hands on your hips slipping down to her sides. you reach out to hold her hand, intertwining your fingers again. she hums.

a minute later, and all of sevika's sounds stop. you can still hear her heartbeat, but it's much slower and softer than it usually is. your stomach flips, and you continue to drink from her.

when the gentle rhythm of her heart stops completely, you nearly choke with fear.

it's happening. fuck, it's happening.

you take a few more sips from her, draining her completely as she grows cold beneath you, and then you pull away with a gasp.

the usual high that accompanies a recent feed is nowhere to be found, dread taking its place.

sevika's eyes are shut, her skin clammy and cold, and she's not breathing, not moving, her heart completely silent.

you take a second to wipe your face of her blood, licking it off your arm, looking down at your girlfriend. she looks... peaceful. you hope she's feeling peaceful too.

you wanted to give her a solid minute or so to experience death, but your anxiety's too high. you only manage a few seconds before you lean down, cupping her face between both of your hands, and leaning down to gently, shakily press your lips against hers.

sevika's lips are cold and unresponsive.

you start to freak out.

you kiss her again, licking your tongue against her lip.

she stays still.

you gasp, sitting up to tap her cheek with your palm. "sevika." you call. she doesn't respond. tears start to well up in your eyes as you duck back down, sucking her lip into your mouth, running your tongue against it.

she still doesn't move.

you begin to panic.

"sevika!" you shout against her mouth. you bite her bottom lip, then follow it up with a quick peck. sevika remains still beneath you, and tears begin to well in your eyes. "wake up, you bitch!" you cry against her as you press your mouth to her again.

suddenly, sevika gasps and snaps upwards, her lips moving against yours, her hands coming up to hold your hips. you sigh in relief against her, and sevika flips you, pinning you to the bed. you squeal.

"oh thank fuck." you whisper up at her. she grins down at you.

"that is a hell of a way to wake up." she says. you chuckle, a few stray tears escaping your eyes as relief floods your body, and you reach up to grab her by the hair and pull her back down against you.

sevika chuckles against your lips. "you really thought i'd leave you behind?" she asks. you sob.

"fuck off. you had me worried!" you say. sevika snorts.

"i don't think you even fully let me die, babe." she says. "could hear you the whole time."

you giggle, and sevika gently swipes your tears away.

"how do you feel?" you ask. sevika grins, her fangs descending, and you gasp. fuck that's hot. you think.

"honestly?" she asks. you nod up at her. "better than i've ever felt before. what did you do to me?" she asks. you giggle.

"exactly what you asked me to!" you say. sevika grins.

"i didn't know i'd feel so... refreshed!" she says. you chuckle.

"i'm so fucking glad you woke up." you say. "i was gonna kill you if you died on me."

sevika snorts. "how would that work, exactly?" she asks. you groan and shrug, then reach up to pull her against you again, hugging her to your chest. sevika hums, nuzzling against your neck.

"i love you so fucking much." she says. "so fucking much."

"let's get married." you say. sevika grins against your neck.

"that's my line." she says. you giggle and blindly reach out to pat down your bedside table, pulling the drawer open and fumbling for the tiny box you've been hiding for months now. you pull it out and pull sevika away from your neck by her ponytail, before shoving it in her hand.

"i'm dead fucking serious." you say. sevika blinks, her eyes going wide.

"fuck-- really?" she asks. you nod.

"i mean. we're already spending eternity together, what's a ring and some paperwork?" you ask. sevika grins, then tears the box from your hand, tears welling in her eyes.

she opens it and bursts into laughter as she reveals the gold ring, strung on a gold chain so she can wear it all the time. you smile as you watch her squint, trying to make out the inscription.

your secret admirer it reads. sevika bursts into laughter.

"oh fuck-- i love you so fucking much." she cries. you grin up at her.

"yeah?" you ask. "is that a yes?"

"of course it's a fucking yes! are you kidding me?" she asks. you grin, and sevika swoops down to press her lips against yours. "thank you." she mumbles. "thank you thank you thank you thank you."

"for what?" you ask. "i should be thanking you!" you exclaim.

"for stalking me! for falling in love with me and being so fucking sweet and all the gifts and how much you take care of me and changing me and being my fiance and--"

you cut her off with another kiss. sevika hums against you.

"i love you." she finishes.

"i love you too. for infinity." you say. sevika grins.

"for infinity." she agrees, pulling the chain over her neck. you smile as the ring dangles down over you, gently tugging her closer by it.

"you want me to show you how to float?" you ask. sevika grins.

"fuck yes. but first i want to pay you back for that orgasm." she says, leaning down to kiss you.

you giggle, and sevika grins, and right before your lips connect, you think that even forever with sevika might not be enough time.

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thezombieprostitute · 1 month

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Thoughts on sleepy prompt 33 with Lloyd? Not soft Lloyd, not dark Lloyd, just like, decent equal partner Lloyd?

…and possibly 12, too, bc that’s just so him

Lloyd's Soulmate - Drabble

"decent equal partner Lloyd"... I'm gonna have to channel @eulalielatibule 's Suburban Dad Sunday Lloyd for this because she's the best at writing this kind of Lloyd. That being said, I'm gonna go ahead and use my Soulmate Lloyd, but they've definitely settled in together.

A/N: this was mostly written on my phone!

Ask based on this.

33. “Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”

12. “No offense, but you look like you haven’t slept in days.”

It's been almost a year since your soulmate, Lloyd, kidnapped you. The first few weeks were quite the learning experience for the two of you. It was a lot of tit-for-tat learning how to live with someone like Lloyd but the two of you actually made it work.

Go figure, Lloyd was an absolute softy for positive reinforcement which you were happy to give when he started respecting your boundaries and needs. The power dynamics were always in flux but both of you seemed to thrive on that. Arguing over what to watch was just foreplay.

Lately, though, you hadn't had the energy for arguing. You would give in to Lloyd a lot easier, which had him paranoid about retribution. Maybe it was depression? You were doing a lot more sleeping and eating. The latter was definitely affecting your figure but, thankfully, Lloyd didn't seem to care other than fully enjoying your bigger breasts.

Lloyd came back from a mission and found you groggily eating some ice cream on the couch.

"No offense, but you look like you haven’t slept in days," he says.

"No offense, but you like you need a shave," you snap back.

"If you really, truly want me to shave the clit tickler you beg to ride every night, I will," he threatens. "But I don't think you really want that."

"Yeah, you're right," you sigh. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just always tired and hungry and my clothes aren't fitting anymore. Maybe I need a workout program or something."

Lloyd considers for a few moments before going to his phone.

"What are you doing," you ask.

"Checking the period tracker," he replies.

"You've been tracking my periods??"

"Well one of us has to! You have no idea how many headaches I've spared us both by making sure I know when to restock the chocolate."

You cross your arms and pout on the couch while he goes back to his phone.

"Shit," he mutters. You look up at him, eyebrow arched. He takes a deep breath, "you're late. And not just a few days late."

Your eyes widen, "shit, shit, shit! I need a test! Now!" You try to get off the couch but Lloyd gestures you to stay seated.

"I'm getting someone to pick some up right now," he soothes. "And, just to be certain, I'm getting you an appointment with Dr. Beck, okay?" He sits next to you and you immediately cuddle up to him, holding his arm in a hug.

"In the meantime," he smirks, "another way to test is to see if you taste differently."

"Lloyd, this is serious," you gently smack his arm.

"And I'm being serious," he tells you as gently pushes you onto your back. You grab him and pull him into a kiss, needing the comfort of his weight on top of you as your brain was frazzled trying to figure everything out. Maybe a good orgasm really would help, and Lloyd was damn good at giving you those.

Two positive pregnancy tests later you're now waiting on the Doctor's office to confirm or deny the results. You feel like you've been in a state of shock since the first positive test. Thankfully Lloyd has been doing the heavy work and the thinking. Making sure you're getting the medical checks you need, making sure you eat.

"We really should talk," you tell him over dinner.

"Absolutely, Sweetheart."

"Do you want the baby?"

"It'll be an adjustment," he admits. "But so were you. And I haven't been happier since I got you."

You chuckle at that. "But a baby? So soon?"

"I've got the means to take care of you both. You won't have to worry about a thing."

You put a hand over your stomach, "promise you'll treat them even better than you treat yourself?"

"I promise," he says without hesitation.

"Okay," you nod. "Then, when the doctor gives us confirmation, we'll go into full parent mode. Okay?"

"Of course."

A few days after the confirmation from the doctor you're starting to feel better. Getting proper nutrition, knowing what's going on, and not getting angry at yourself for your clothes not fitting were all very good for your mental health. You've even been getting better sleep.

Unlike Lloyd. You woke up from an actually good night's sleep to find Lloyd on his computer looking like he hadn't slept since he fucked you into a coma last night.

"Lloyd," you call, getting his attention. "When was the last time you slept?"

"I've been sleeping here and there. I'm fine." He waves you off.

You spin his chair so that he's facing you, "Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter."

"If you're telling me you don't remember what we did in bed last night I'm running you to the emergency room, Sunshine."

"You know what I mean, Lloyd."

"I'm doing research. I've never been a parent before so I want to make sure to get some intel."

"You've got months to prepare. You don't have to push yourself this much this early." You stand up and cross your arms but that's when you see what's on Lloyd's screen. "Have you been buying baby clothes?"

"No! I've been getting ideas for my tailor! No way is our baby going to wear anything cheap!"

You laugh for the first time in weeks. A deep, big belly laugh. Lloyd is happy to hear it but also confused about what's so funny. You end up laughing so hard you have to sit on his lap as he holds you.

Finally catching your breath you tell him, "you really never do things half-assed, do you?"

Lloyd chuckles, "with an ass like mine? No way."

Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would.

#lloyd hansen x reader #zombie asks #soulmate au

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

A/N: Hey all. So I have this idea of writing a fanfic with a couple of characters in season 4 of stranger things. However a good chunk of this will be for character development. This story will include my version of season 5. Also, this will be a series. Please enjoy.

Warnings: abuse, body insecurities, angst, sexual implications, and language, slow burn. Not proof read . Let me know it there are any I missed.

Summary: Our reader doesn't want to have feelings for Eddie. He's her best friend.

Part 1: Acceptance

You were sitting at the Hell Fire table picking at your beef stroganoff. "Ugh again!?" you said out loud.

"Yep" sighed the curly headed kid sitting next to you, picking up a spoon full and letting it fall back on the tray.

"Gross!" Mike spit out.

You look up at the boys and shook your head.

" Hey Dustin? Have you seen Munson?" You question the curly haired boy. Looking at the cafeteria door waiting for his arrival.

He's never late to lunch. You thought. It's his favorite period.

" Oh yeah. He said he had to make a call " Dustin said while taking a sip of chocolate milk.

You stared back down at your tray and decided to just eat your peas. No way we're you gonna eat stroganoff 3 days in a row.

Then you heard him. Theatrical as always. He spoke out, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear. It, brought a smile to your face.

"THIS MEAL WILL BE THE DEATH OF US ALL. 3 DAYS IN A ROW?! NO THANK YOU!" Eddie exclaimed. Walking backwards and accidentally bumping into a couple of cheerleaders while speaking towards the lunch lady.

"My apologies." he said with his signature smirk across his face. He does a slight bow and moves his arms gesturing for them to pass. Not noticing the ugly looks he was getting from them and the majority of the other students.

You still could never understand why they dislike him so much. Why they call him a freak? He was anything but. He was amazing. Crazy charismatic, funny, and just a big old softy to those in need. Like yourself.

You moved to Hawkins with your dad a few years ago. Your mom had up a left you guys when you were 15. Your dad couldn't handle the divorce and picked up drinking. And you had felt abandoned, which caused a depression that lead you to eat.

You got bullied so bad at school for the extra pounds you put on that he moved you guys to Hawkins. But you knew that wasn't the only thing that made you guys leave. He couldn't handle living there anymore. Too many memories of mom.

Your first day in 10th grade had started off like shit. You didn't know where to sit at lunch. You looked around the cafeteria and found an empty spot at a table with a few kids you heard laughing. All wearing identical shirts. As you made your way to the spot you tripped face first to the ground. Your lunch squished under you.

You heard laughing. While you struggled to get up, you slipped on some mashed potatoes. Falling backwards on your bottom. Bouncing a little. Your face now flushed with embarrassment then tears started to form in your eyes. You tried to fight them back and told yourself.

'Don't cry, not here, not on your first day.'

"Hey you should really watch where you're going miss piggy. You scuffed my shoe!" This pretty brunette girl in a cheer outfit scoffed.

She was standing with a few others who were laughing and pointing at you.

You dropped your eyes to the ground trying to figure how to get up without falling again. Suddenly you felt a hand grab you under your arm to help you up.

"Hey you ok? He ask softly.

"Y-yeah." You whispered.

You looked at him. A thin tall boy with a buzz cut wearing a black and white baseball tee with a cool looking logo on it. With the words Hellfire club just above it.

Your face flushed and he could tell you were about to cry.

You then saw him giving the laughing kids this type of death stare. And the laughing c'est. You took a quick glance around the room and noticed a look of fright on your peers faces.

"Hey. come on." He said while leading you out of the cafeteria.

He walked with you to the ladies room to make sure you got there alright and so you could clean up.

You were quiet. The silence was so loud as you two walked down the hall. You wanted to introduce yourself but couldn't find the courage to do so.

" I'm Eddie, Eddie Munson." He spoke out akwardly.

You remained quiet and felt like an ass for it.

"You're really shy huh?" Eddie asked.

You bit your lower lip out of nervousness feeling his eyes on you. You lifted your hand and gestured 🤏.

He let out a playful laugh. Then silence again.

"I'm y/n l/n" you said softly. " Uh thanks for umm helping me."

He was shocked when you finally said something.

"Sure thing. Kids out here can be kinda vicious." A very apologetic Eddie continued. " Sorry Sara tripped you."

" It's not your fault." you said looking at the side of Eddie's face.

He's cute. You thought.

A few more moments of silence passed. He took a couple of quick steps ahead of you and turned around to be in front of you. Walking slowly backwards. You looked a little worried at him. Afraid he might trip and fall too.

"Still sorry though."

He smiled in a way that made the corners of your lips turn upwards. Forgetting your previous thoughts.

The two of you stopped at the ladies restroom door. And you thanked him.

He then reached for the handle and opened the door for you. Doing a slight bow. "M'lady"

You let out a giggle. "Good sir."

You stepped forward when he started talk again.

"A real chatty Cathy." You said to yourself.

He grinned. "Hey if you want to find me at lunch on Monday. I'll introduce you to the fellas. And if you're up to it maybe... I can teach you what our club is all about. We are kinda into D & D.'

"You play dungeons and dragons? " Your question surprised him.

"You know about D & D?"

Your smile got just a bit bigger. " Meera Lang level 3 human knight at your service." You gave a quick nod.

Eddie freaked out. A girl. A girl who played D & D.

"Yeah you're definitely joining hellfire." He said. Not knowing how much that would mean to you later on.

Eddie and the guys really got you out of your shell. But sometimes you would just stay quiet so you could enjoy the conversations they had. Everyone was so funny and different. Especially Eddie. He would go on tangents about government conspiracies and how no one knew what real music was. Honestly you could listen to him talk forever.

It was a few weeks after you made friends with all the Hellfire guys. Eddie had set a shirt in front of you when you sat in the chair on his right.

"Hear yee hear yee!" Eddie proclaimed. Getting everyone's attention at the table." I present to you heathens our newest member." He held out both of his arms like if he was showing off a prize.

You blushed at the attention. Eyes widen as you looked at your new Hellfire shirt. Noticing the slight difference from all the matching ones. The sleeves were a dark green. Your favorite color. Not black like the others. You didn't know how Eddie knew that but, you couldn't contain your smile.

You ran your eyes over everyone, seeing the looks of approval. And turn to Eddie. " Thanks Munson."

His big brown eyes creased from the smile plastered on his face. He nodded officially welcome you to the club.

While picking up the shirt you looked down at the size.

A large.

Seeing it made you sink down a little in your chair. Eddie noticed the smile had faded from your face. He sat down and moved his chair close to you.

Leaning in enough so that he was just inches away. " What's wrong y/n?"

You felt a wave of nervousness rush over you. And you bit your lip. It was just a second later you released it. " It's not gonna fit." You said so low making sure that only Eddie would hear you.

"Shit!" Eddie matching your tone. " Sorry I -I should have asked. What size should I get? I can remake it."

Embarrassment filled you. You felt your face turning red. You put your hands on your lap and looked down out them. Fidgeting with your fingers. Then you saw Eddie's hand on top of yours making a flutter in your tummy. You felt a slight calming sensation run through your body. The feeling gave you the courage to look up at him. He had sorrowful look across his face.

" 2x." You said, feeling the anxiousness coming back. But his smile keeping it at bay.

" I got you, I'm sorry y/n." He spoke softly. Giving your hand a gentle squeeze before grabbing the shirt and the rest of his belongings.

" Hey Ed's, where ya going? " Gareth asked.

You watched as Eddie ignored him and made his exit.

He found you after school at the bike rack unlocking your bike. He jogged up so that he could catch you before you left. He reached out to take off your headphones.

You jumped and was relieved that it was Eddie standing there instead of one of the popular kids getting ready to say something harsh.

You reached down to pause the music.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

" Hey." you uttered. " Where did you go earlier?"

His grin sent you into a frenzy. He pulled a new Hellfire shirt from where he was hiding it behind him. " This should fit."

You took it thankfully and smiled. " You remade it so fast." You said as you put down your kickstand to hold up your bike.

He lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck." Yeah. I'm sorry. I should have asked you what size you needed."

As soon as he finished, you step in is personal space and embrace him in a hug. The top of your head just under his chin.

Eddie was taking back for just a moment but he returned the hug. Both not caring if there were others around watching you two.

You hug for a few seconds before you realized your stomach was touching his. You start to pull away from the shame but you felt hin squeeze you a bit harder.

For some reasons you felt like he knew you need someone to accept you for all of you. Not to judge you for what's on the outside. And the few more seconds that he held on to you. You knew. He didn't care about your size. He was your friend. He accepted you.

And Eddie did. From that moment, he knew you needed a real friend. Someone who has your back and would be there whenever you needed it.

The rest was history.

The sound of laughter pulled you from your recollection.

Eddie strode up to the table where his little sheep were sitting. Shoulder length curls bouncing as he walked. All eyes on him in awww.

"You bring your own lunch Munson." You said not looking up from your tray.

He took his place at the head of the table turning his chair around so the back of it was to his front. He brought up his beat up metal lunch box and set it in front of him, opening the lid and pulling out a box of animal crackers.

"So? It's ridiculous. You shouldn't have to eat that garbage." Eddie declared, leaning towards you.

You look up and he's holding up the box of crackers to you offering some. Clearly he noticed that you only ate the peas. You looked at it for a moment trying to decide if you should.

"Please tell me you're not on that stupid diet still?" Eddie lowered his voice to make it so only you could hear. "You look great."

You glanced up to see a slight worried look in his eyes. It made your stomach turn just a little. Hating it when he did that. It made you feel some type of way you really didn't want to feel.

You didn't say anything and plucked a cookie, popping it in your mouth. You looked back at he and did a slight smile while chewing. He grinned back.

Everyone at the table was excited. Tonight was campaign night. The chatter interrupted your stare off with Eddie.

"Hey Eddie, you sure you can't give us any clues for tonight?" Dustin asked with what sounding like a small plead in his voice.

"Patience is a virtue Henderson." Eddie responded with a smirk on his face. " You're all in for a surprise tonight!"

All but you were sighing out awws.

Tonight was Friday night. D & D night. You've been helping Eddie work on paint his figures all week long while he worked hard on the campaign. He really did pour his all into this one. Normally, he has multiple campaigns ready to go. But this Wednesday he up and decided to writing a whole new one.

You had admired him while his head was in the advance copy of D & D. The way he had his tongue sticking out to the side while he furiously wrote in a note book. It made you wonder what it was like to feel it in your mouth. You stopped to shake away the thought and continued to paint.

Snapping back to the present. You hear him speaking to the rest of the gang. Telling them to be prepared for tonight.

You sat in silence listening to everything that was going on. Then you felt eyes on you. Eddie was looking at you with what looked like he was gonna tell you something. But, he didn't. Instead, he offered you more cookies and you took another.

Fuck! How am I gonna tell her? Eddie thought

"You really shouldn't." You told yourself.

But, you were hungry and you didn't want to hear anymore from Eddie.

You've been on this diet for months. Well technically, it wasnt much of a diet. You were just limiting your food intake. Which was barely anything. You also went on walks for exercise. Sometimes Eddie would join you. Until he got bored.

You wanted to loose weight because you got tired of hating how you felt in your own skin. Tired of the pig noises the cheerleaders and jocks would make towards you any time you passed them. Tired of not having a guy look at you the way Eddie looks at some of the girls he likes.

"Thanks bud." You said. Giving him a small smile.

Instead of eating it you put it down on your tray.

"Hey, do you need help setting up the board for tonight? You asked him. " I can come early if you like?"

Eddie smiled. " All done. I set up last night." He said, popping a few crackers in his mouth.

" Oh?"

"Yeah. Had to do it early. Have a hot date after school." he looked away and faked a smile.

Another date? 2 in one week. You thought.

"Geez Eddie. Getting around aren't we?" Gareth joked.

You let out a small laugh with everyone else. Though it made you a little sad.

"Got to make hast while the sun is shining." Eddie replied with a grin.

"It's not serious. She won't be mad." He said to himself.

Someone else made a comment. Causing Eddie to shove his hair back and chuckle.

You glanced at him, enjoying the sight of his curls bounce. With the sun shining through the window behind him, making him look like some sort of Saint. You could have sworn he was going in slow motion.

He noticed you staring.

Eddie eyed. "You're quieter than usual y/n. What's up?"

You quickly look back down at your tray trying to play it off. "Oh nothing Munson. Just uhh lost in thought. I-i um." You cut off and stood up. Gathering your things.

" Crap. Crap. I gotta go. I completely forgot... I have to go write 2 songs for Cast Outs." You said before headed off to the library for your free period.

Eddie and the others watched as you hurried away.

He just shrugges at the others. Him knowing how you get when it comes to writing. Hoping beyond hope that you don't find out his little secret.

...

You completely sucked at singing. But, you were really great at writing songs and poetry. You wrote alot for the all girl rock band you met one night at the Hideout. You were approached by the lead singer.

She asking if you could write them a couple of songs. Apparently Eddie had been hyping you up after you had wrote one for Corroded Coffin a few months back. The ladies loved your song so much that they asked for you to help write some from then on. So most of your free time was either writing or baking. Both being your stress release.

But, If you were to be entirely honest you really didn't want to hear anymore about Eddie's future endeavors. It hurt just a little too much this time.

Why am I feeling this way?

...

Eddie was waiting for you in front of the doors to help you carry the snacks you brought. You always came bearing stuff to munch on during a campaign.

You two set up the snack table with pretzels, popcorn, chips, cookies and pop. You pulled out a small Tupperware with carrots and celery just for yourself.

Eddie looked at you with a frown. " Oh come on y/n. You're not gonna have any cookies?"

You shook your head. " I'm good bud." You gave him a small smile, lifting the container a little.

Eddie started to protest. But you pulled out a bigger Tupperware out and handed it to him. " Here you go Munson. Fresh from the oven."

Eddie grinned and opened the container, sniffing the snicker doodle cookies you always made for him on campaign Fridays. You looked down in another bag and pulled out a carton of milk for him.

You held it out for him. " Here bud."

He took it with a smile. " Aww... you're too good to me y/n. " He then placed the hand that had the milk over his heart.

He leaned in and place a quick peck on your cheek, then turned to head to his throne quickly so you couldn't smack him. You loved it so much when he did that.

The little voice in your head shouted at you. "Stop that!"

" Eww Munson! Keep your lips to yourself!" You half shouted at him and wiped your cheek. Hoping he didn't catch that small smile you had right after he kissed you.

Dustin came next to you and huffed with a lisp. "Dammit! Eddie took the cookies already!? Hey Eddie you know y/n makes those for everyone!"

You both look at Eddie who looked so majestic in his chair. He was sticking out his tongue at the curly headed boy. You let out a giggle and pulled out another container of cookies. Setting it down on the table.

" Sweet!" Dustin let out before grabbing a few.

It made you smile knowing your friends loved your cookies. Especially Eddie.

After everyone filled up their small plates you went to your seat next to Eddie.

Crunching down on a carrot. " You really out did yourself on this one Munson."

Eddie took a swig of milk in-between bites of his favorite cookies. " Yep, isn't she a beauty?"

He stood up and wiped his lips with his sleeve. " Alright ladies and gents. It's time." He side eyed you when saying ladies. Fully knowing you were the only female there.

Everyone else made there way to their seats.

Eddie brushed his hair back, revealing an ugly purple bruise on his neck.

Really a hickey?! GROSS!

A touch of jealousy washed over you for a second but you shook it off.

Nope nope.

You picked up your character sheet and prepared for the battle that you knew was soon to begin.

...

As the campaign wrapped up, the guys all began to hoot and cheer.

"Awesome!" Mike and Lucas said in unison.

"Yeah crazy good." you added.

Eddie smirked at their applause. Taking a bow. " Thank you...thank you."

"Truly one of the best ones yet!" Dustin said in amazement.

You guys cleaned up and everyone started to head out a little while later.

" Ready?" Eddie asked, handing you his empty cookie container.

You nodded stuffing it into a bag.

You both hopped in his van and Eddie started the ignition. Turning up the volume to his mixed tape you made for him a little while after you two became friends. You couldn't believe he still had it.

He started drumming his callused fingers on the steering wheel with one hand while popping a cigarette into his mouth with the other. He was about to light it but you cleared your throat. Reminding him why he couldn't.

You watch him put it back in his pack.

Eddie looked over to you. " Sorry. I forgot princess."

You rolled your eyes. " Seriously bud. I swear you have the memory of a nat. Also, what did I say about calling me that Munson?"

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smack his arm.

"Geez L/n! I'm driving. Are you trying to get us killed?" He chuckled.

You glared at him. " I barely touched you!"

He just smiled and laughed.

You shook your head. You couldn't even be mad at him. So you ended up laughing with him. After apologizing for him not being able to smoke around you.

You honestly didn't care that he smoked. Actually you didn't mind at all. But if you smelled like smoke when your dad was around, he would have your ass.

You check the time on the dash and it was hitting a little close to 1 am.

Shit! Dad's gonna be pissed.

Eddie pulled up to your house before you knew it. You didn't live too far from the school. Even though you wished you did. Just so you can spend a little more time with him.

Eddie shut the van off and hopped out to open your door. " M'lady"

He's such a gentleman.

" Good sir." you responded, stepping down and out the van with your arms full with bags of empty Tupperware. He closed the door behind you and headed to the back of the van to pull out your bike.

You guys slowly walk up your driveway while Eddie belted out the lyrics to Don't Fear The Reaper. You watched him with joy. However, you needed to get him to stop.

He did stop singing after you shush him.

" Munson please. You'll wake up the neighborhood."

" Well, they need some good music in their lives. Who am I to deny them such pleasure?" Eddie turning lifting his arm in the air.

So dramatic this one is.

You shook your head but couldn't help your lips from grinning.

Finally at the front door you put the bags down to look for your keys. Eddie went to set down your bike.

"Still heading to the Hideout tomorrow?

You looked up at him " Of course. Can't let my best friend perform with out his number 1 supporter." You paused for a second." Umm...pick me up at 7?"

" Yes ma'am!" He said raising his hand to salute you.

Your eyes caught the deep purple bruise on his neck again. You stood there in silence for a moment. Hanging your head.

Why does it hurt seeing that?

Eddie looked at you tilting his head to the side. " What's up?"

Your eyes shot up to meet his big brown ones.

" A hickey Munson? Seriously?"

His left arm moved to the back of his neck. The quick shine from the front porch light reflecting off his rings moved across your face.

He let out a sigh "Oh uh yeah. Things kinda got out of hand."

Shit! Shit! Shit! He thought. Please don't ask who...

" You don't say?" You replied sarcastically.

" Uhhh...You don't know y/n. Man. She was kissing on my neck and grinding on top of me. And- and she did this thing with her hips-"

You raised up you hand cutting him off. " Uh... Eww. That's enough."

Eddie chuckled. " Sorry."

Just then you heard your dad calling out.

Eddie sighed in relief to himself.

"Shit!" you said as you turned your head to the door. " He sounds drunk. Better head out of here bud. You know know how he gets when he's had a few."

You look back at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and gave you a quick hug and headed back to his van.

You picked up the bags and let yourself into the living room. Closing and locking the door behind you.

"Hey dad... I'm home." You placed your keys in the ceramic bowl you made for your dad when you were 10. As a father's day gift.

You walked to the kitchen and saw your father sitting at the table, refilling a glass with what looked like whiskey.

" Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

" Yeah dad. I'm sorry. I- should have called. The campaign went on a little longer than planned. I'm sorry."

You set the bags down on the counter and turned to look at him.

He got up from his seat. Stumbling to stand up straight. With the drink in his hand, he made his way towards you.

" Don't lie to me. You were out being a filthy slut weren't you!?" His words slurred.

Your eyes widen from the shock of what he just said.

" DAD NO!" You shouted.

" Out being a whore! Just like your cunt of a mother!"

" DAD?!"

He swings back his drink and slams the empty glass on the counter next to the bags. After breaking the cup he grabs both of your arms.

"DAD PLEASE!" You begged trying to get out of his grasp.

He pulled back a little. " YOU WILL NOT BE LIKE THAT BITCH! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

He then position his arm to the side and the back of his hand strikes you across the face.

Your eyes swell with tears immediately from the pain. Your cheek was suddenly red hot from the hit. Your father released his grip on you and stepped back. Staring at you for a few moments.

You saw the instant regret in his eyes. He didn't say anything. He just turned around, stopped for a second and walked to the living room to plop himself on the couch. He was out before you could process what just happened.

He has never did that. He yelled. He always yelled. But, never in your 18 years has he ever lift a finger towards you.

You looked at the date on the fridge and sighed. It was his and mom's anniversary. As tears fell from your face you grabbed ice and wrapped it with a towel to pressed it against your cheek. You flinched from the pain. But held it there. You quickly cleaned up the glass and went upstairs to your room. You walk in and locked your door. While sitting on the bed you sobbed quietly.

A minute passed and you jumped at the sound of tapping on your window. You quickly wiped your tears away.

You look over and recognized your frizzy hair friend. You went to opened the window. " Munson what the hell are you doing here?"

You turned to hide the bruise that was forming on your cheek and hid the ice pack behind you.

" I wanted to check to see if you were ok." He said, climbing into your room. Closing the window after.

You move to your record player and turn it on. To muffle the sound of your voices. You didn't want to wake up your dad after what just happened. Then you hid the ice pack in your desk drawer. Hoping Eddie didn't see you do it.

He moved towards you. " y/n?"

You could feel his presence lingering just a few feet from you. You slump your shoulders and wrapped your arms around to hug yourself. Swallowing the lump that was building in your throat. Just so you can speak.

"I'm g-good Munson."

Even you weren't convinced as it came out of your mouth.

You felt Eddie's big hand on your shoulder.

Without taking a second to think. You turned and hugged him. Crying into his chest. Tears staining his his Hellfire shirt.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly. "Y/n what's wrong? Y/n Please. . . Please talk to me." The concern in his voice hurt your heart.

He pushed you back slightly and cupped your chin. Trying to get you to look at him. The cold from his rings sent a chill down your spine.

You resisted for a moment. But eventually gave in and looked up. Meeting his gaze.

Eddie dropped his hand to your shoulder and his eyes widen. Fury replaced the sadness that you just saw.

"HE HIT YOU! HE FUCKING HIT YOU?! THAT MOTHER FUCKER!"

The anger in his voice frighten you. You never heard him so angry.

"Shhhh please!" You begged. " You'll wake him."

"I DONT CARE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM!?"

He moved away from you and head for the door. You grabbed his hand and squeeze it. Tugging him back.

" Eddie..." you paused. "please."

The sound of you voice made him stop in his tracks. You didn't used his nickname. It's always either bud or Munson. Even when you were mad at him, you would use his full legal name. Which is when he knew he fucked up. Never Eddie though.

" Please dont. You'll just make it worst." You whimpered.

He hung his head. "He shouldn't be hitting you y/n."

" He didn't mean to. It's just- it's his and mom's anniversary. He... He was just really drunk."

" That's NOT an excuse." He said way harsher than he meant to.

He turned to you and lifted his hand up to cup your cheek that wasn't hurt and furrowed his brow. "Y/n that's not okay...This isn't okay."

"I-I know." you sighed putting your hand on his. You dropped your gaze down to the floor. " He never did this before. You should've seen his face after. He- he didn't mean it." Fresh tears rolled down your face.

The words made Eddie pull you back into his arms. " What do you want me to do? What should I do?"

A few moments passed.

"Please stay with me." You said just above a whisper.

He place a soft kiss on the top of your head and agree.

You didn't bother putting on pajamas. Instead, you kicked off your shoes and climbed into bed. You then watched as Eddie took off his leather jacket and set it down on your desk chair. He sat at the edge of the bed and took off his Reeboks. He then climbed under the covers and pulled you into him. Allowing you to resting your head on his chest.

Tears ran over the bridge of your nose onto his shirt.

" It's ok y/n. I'm here. I got you." He said while rubbing your back and holding you a little tighter. " I'm here."

The words eased the sudden stab of insecurity you had of him touching your back rolls.

You loved your best friend. He always made you feel safe and made the pain in your heart hurt just a little less every moment you spent with him. His voice calmed your anxiety. His touch was like the magic cure for your nerves. His presence just made your life brighter.

As you laid wrapped in Eddie's strong arms, drifting into a deep slumber. His heart beat being the sweetest of lullaby's. It all became clear to you now. You wished it could just stop. All of the thoughts you shoved down or tried to shake off for so long. All the hugs you've shared. The nights you've stayed together. The laughs. After all this time...You knew you were in love with your best friend. You were in love with Eddie Munson...

Well shit!

@yappydoo

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xleeleeboox · 2 years

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Eddie Munson headcannons!!

Warnings: Some cussing, insecurity, at home piercings, dares, Eddie being a lil cute a lil gross a lil weird

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* goes into the changing room with you

* When you go shopping, he looks at all the things you’ve picked up or liked and picks something out to buy later to surprise you

* Literally saved up as much money as he can to spoil you, and ends up spending all his money even if you haven’t asked for a single thing

* Does not regret it

* But he did get a real job to make more money to take you out in more dates

* He’s actually really insecure in the relationship and he’s actually a little shy

* His favorite flavors are cherry and grape

* Hates watermelon flavor unless it’s sour

* Goddamn he loves him some sour fucking candy he loooooves it like destroys his mouth because of it

* Isn’t a big fan of chocolate (or so he says)

* Is not a picky eater usually, but if it’s even a little weird, he won’t eat it

* Unless it’s processed then he’s eating it

* Doesn’t like going into nicer restaurants only likes diners and stuff

* But for you, every once in a while he save up s lot of money to take you out somewhere nice

* He has to go shopping for nicer clothes because he just has his metal and casual clothes

* Cannot iron, cannot cook, cannot bake, cannot sew, can’t fix a leaky pipe, but damn he sure can fix your car

* Has eaten a cicada shell for a dare

* Gareth told you that and Eddie just smiled proudly at you

* He shows you off as much as he can, but in the beginning of the relationship he was worried about what people would think of you for being with him, again being insecure

* But you have shown him many many times that you do not care, he shows you off now

* But every once in a while he keeps it more on the down low around certain people because he knows they can be brutal

* Really likes the color yellow, like a light yellow because it reminds him of you but it doesn’t match his “aesthetic” so he never wears it

* The only not dark outfit he has that he likes is a pair of really light blue acid wash jeans and a cut up white t shirt

* You go feral for it, respectfully because fuck he’s hot ya know

* He has tried to paper mache things for a D&D set but failed miserably

* No night lights but this fucker sleeps with the blinds partially open

* Loves snails??

* You beg him to let you do his makeup and he pretends to hate it but he actually loves when you do his makeup because you do well and he gets to be close to you

* Loooooves to shower with you, I mean loves it’s his favorite thing ever

* Only pulls his hair back into a ponytail or bun with your scrunchies

* Hates iced coffee, in fact he’s the kind to drink it black or black with a looot of sugar

* Made you help him pierce his own earlobe at home lmao you did pretty good

* He tries to make you as many gifts as he can because he just loves doing it, but when you make him something, for some reason it always blows him away and it’s like a pea on a string

* Pictures of you and his friends are probably taped up all over his room

* None of his clothes are in his closet or dressers, he has the ‘depression chair’ iykyk

* Let you tied a bow in his hair ONE TIME at school and hellfire never let it go, Chrissy never let it go, you never let it go because you made him flower crowns after that

* Loves getting you flowers, it’s ones of his favorite things to do, when he sees one that he think you’ll like the colors of and it’s the flowers you like, get gets it and there doesn’t even need to be a reason

* You can tease him as much as he teases you and he ain’t gonna say a thing about it

* Alright I have to stop bc I’ve got more comin

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crescenthoax · 5 months

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a nightmare before Christmas.

🎄or an Annika, Floris, Willa and targtowers Christmas tale🌟

Part one

Part two

Parth three

Summary: Aemond, Daeron, Aegon and Helaena had different things planned for Christmas, but one same fate: their father’s old cabin.

Basically an i’m never gonna love again christmas modern AU because we need to spread some joy on these times and I wanted to write something fun. Mainly centred around Aegon x Female OC.

This is part 1/3. Part 2 coming soon.

🧣⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⍣ ೋ *ੈ🎄‧₊˚ . *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ೃ࿐🌟

“Skiing isn't exactly my strong suit, and you guys know it,” a sharply depressed Floris sighs, watching Annika and Helaena packing as if they were going to the space for five months rather than the Targaryen retreat ski cabin in Aspen. “I thought we agreed that this year would be just the three of us for Christmas. No parties, just peace and quiet.”

“And that's why it's a perfect plan,” Helaena reminds her, with an ear-to-ear smile, something quite uncharacteristic of her occasionally too melancholic personality. Helaena flops down beside her on the bed. “I know you're sad about Aemond, but there's no reason for you to shut yourself in during the holidays. If you don't want to go home, then let's go to Aspen for Christmas.”

“Do you remember our trip to Aspen for graduation?” Annika intervenes. Floris shakes her head; everything was very blurry. “Exactly! And we had fake IDs that weren't accepted at three out of five places. Now it's all legal, babe. Plus, I'm tired of getaways to big cities. I want peace and wildness at the same time.”

“Odd,” Helaena deduces. “What Annika means is that we're going to have a good time. We'll have hot chocolate and all those Christmas things without necessarily the suffocating party Annika's father organizes every forsaken year. By the way, what did you tell him to not go home this year?”

She looks at her nails disinterestedly while appearing thoughtful. “They're busy with the baby, you know. And I think Rhys will go this year, so they won't really miss me much.”

“You usually like going home for the holidays,” Floris insists, knowing that since the moment Annika suggested they stay in the United States instead of going back to London, something must have happened. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, of course. I just don't want to go back this year. You don't want to run into Aemond, Helaena wants to create new traditions, and I want to drink until I lose consciousness and have a sugar high from eating so many s'mores. Whatever happens first.”

Helaena and Floris exchange a glance that she doesn't overlook. “But you haven't wanted to go home since your birthday.”

“Oh, there are just too many ghosts,” she quickly lies. “You know, with my mother's death and all.”

Her father remarrying didn't really affect Annika. Or at least, she never let it show much. Helaena and Floris know when she uses her mother's death as an excuse and to take advantage of people; she always did, and she always will. No one questions a girl's grief for her mother. Annika knows it well.

And they know it's her way of dealing with the situation, even though she doesn't talk about it. So, they let her be. Whatever it is, she'll say it in her own time.

“If you say so...”

“This will be something good,” Annika repeats. “A girls' Christmas. Just us three. No families, no responsibilities, no men. Just us.”

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Willa wrinkles her nose, watching as Daeron struggles to close the door of the huge truck, bags strategically positioned as if it were a game of Tetris.

“I can't believe you convinced me to do this,” she says, a grimace of both distress and regret forming on her face. “I mean, are you sure no one from your family will notice you're not at the boarding school?”

He laughs. “My mother has three more children, and my father has even more children and grandchildren to fill that void. Trust me when I tell you they won't notice that I'm gone. We'll show up for New Year's Eve, I'll introduce you to them, and they won't even remember that we didn't spend Christmas with them.”

“I don't like that plan,” she admits. Daeron finally manages to close the truck after much effort and lets out a grunt. He shakes his hands, then gives Willa a kiss on the forehead.

“Believe me, you'll be more than glad to miss Mr. Lannister's Christmas party. They're basically the land where time stands still, and a vortex opens up and sucks out all your energy,” he explains. “I had the best Christmas of my life last year with your family than any Christmas I've had before.”

She squirms uncomfortably. “Sometimes you make me think you hate your family, Daeron. And I get it, but you can't... I'm sure they love you a lot.”

“I know they do. But, as I told you, Christmas is not really important, and I want to spend it with you. I want us to have a good time before I take you to my family on New Year's and you run in the other direction.”

“If we survived that weekend at your older brother's apartment...”

Daeron shudders as if just the thought of it produces secondhand embarrassment. “Don't remind me. I don't know how to apologize for that. The good news is you won't have to see him again, ever.”

He opens the door for Willa to get in and doesn't wait for a response as he goes around the truck to get into the passenger seat, leaving her with the words on her lips.

“If it helps, I didn't dislike your brother,” she says. “Is he not spending New Year's at your house with all of us?”

“I don't think so. The last time I was home, he was acting too strange. I mean, stranger than usual,” he explains, eyes fixed on the road.

“When was it? Spring?”

“I think so. Yes, yes. I remember because my mother was furious with him for not showing up to Floris's birthday dinner, you know, my brother Aemond's girlfriend. He didn't even go to the party afterward, and he never misses a party.”

“Did he say why?”

“No, he didn't really say anything. I asked Helaena, and she told me Aegon had been in New York a few weeks before but never dropped by to visit her. Aemond thinks he's doing drugs,” he says calmly, then opens his eyes when Willa looks at him horrified. “Oh, no, he's not a drug addict. He’s just the occasionally drunk, harmless brother. His life is not in danger. Aegon has always been like this. He'll be back when he gets over it.”

She scratches her neck, uncomfortable. “The holidays can be triggers for many people, you know?”

“I'm sure Aegon is at a resort in Miami Beach, passed out with a piña colada in his hand and some girl tangled in his sheets as we speak. He's living his best life,” he downplays. “You'll see. Everything will be fine. Plus, we'll get to enjoy some time alone. Don't you like the idea?”

Willa sighs, resigned.

“If I had a family as big as yours...”

“You are my family now,” he finally drops, like a bucket of ice-cold water running down her back and leaving her breathless for a moment. “It's just you and me. And I prefer it very much this way.”

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Aegon groans as he feels a boiling sensation behind his throat, and his mouth automatically fills with saliva, anticipating the vomit that he will never let out. He straightens up quickly, holding his breath to calm his body while everything spins around him.

When he finally makes sense of what's happening, he realizes he has fainted in the kitchen. He leans his back against the wooden shelf, just like when he was little and used to hide while playing with his brothers and nephews and the rest of his family.

He hears footsteps entering the kitchen, echoing on the tiles, but he doesn't bother to lift his gaze; he already knows who it is.

“I didn't expect you to be up so early.”

“Brother,” Aegon grumbles again, getting up from the floor with so much difficulty that sometimes it seems like his youth is just a memory. He looks around confused. “Where’s Melody?”

“You mean Mallory,” he corrects. “Well, she came home with you. I think you guys did it on the couch and the kitchen floor. And she left early.”

Aegon smiles, the memories of the previous night a bit clearer. “Oh, right. And her friend? What was her name? God, I don't think we should go back to that place ever again. Although I don't think they'll let us in.”

“She slept in my bed and left with Mallory early in the morning. I called someone to clean up this mess you left, mess you cannot make again because it’s fucking December 23th and no one will ever come to clean your shit up on Christmas. Now, we have to go to the city, so I suggest you change and dress decently.”

Aegon cracks all the joints in his body without understanding his younger brother's bad mood. He has done everything to get him through his breakup; he took him to the best clubs all over Europe, to Las Vegas, and even agreed to accompany him to an independent film Aemond wanted to watch, consuming large amounts of Adderall to stay awake out of boredom.

No one knows what happened between Floris and Aemond. They were a strange but simple pair; both middle children, introverted, and constantly trying to overachieve. The pride of their families, with a perfect life. Their love was born in the sandbox when they were both children, all the way through high school and what they've made of college, and everyone thought they would continue like that, getting married and having children. After all sandbox love never really dies.

Apparently, everyone was wrong.

In other circumstances, Aegon would have simply called Helaena and asked if she knew exactly what happened; what was so terrible that had Aemond so tense and more unbearably suffocating than usual, but...

“Why do we have to go downtown?” Aegon asks as Aemond hurries to make coffee. The sound of the machine drills into his head; he’s pretty sure his hangover has hangover at this point.

“Because, Aegon, your little girlfriend stole Mom's crystal reindeer,” he mutters with annoyance. “I can't believe you brought me here to fuck any girl stupid enough to fall for your charms and brought her back home completely unconscious. What if I hadn't been here?”

“I think I can take care of myself, Aemond. I've been alive for twenty-four years without your help,” the older one mutters with annoyance. “I brought you here so you could fuck any girl in a miniskirt and forget about your ex-girlfriend. But you're not taking advantage of it.”

Aemond clenches his hands into fists, his knuckles slightly white. “I don't need to fuck anyone to forget about her.”

“What you need is to skip Jason Lannister's insipid party and not go home where the primary topic of conversation will be your relationship with Miss Baratheon’s wake. Believe me, I'm doing you a favour. I've been in your place.”

Aemond laughs. “When have you ever had a meaningful relationship with someone?”

“I don't mean that. I mean I've been a victim of the scrutiny of London's elite.”

“Well, you brought it on yourself after getting drunk and getting into a fight with Dalton Greyjoy at Helaena's debutante ball,” his brother reminds him.

Aegon sighs; it's pointless to explain why he got into a fight with Greyjoy at Helaena's debutante ball. He just learned to live with the label of an alcoholic and violent person and made it his own so that they couldn't hurt him with it.

Oh, and he destroyed any political/professional ties between the Greyjoys and the Targaryens. But that's not exactly a tale fit for Christmas.

“Is Helaena going to the party?” he asks, changing the subject as he opens a beer can under the disapproving gaze of his younger brother. “You have only one eye, and it feels like you have six. Can you relax a bit? I'm on vacation.”

“Your life is a vacation,” Aemond hisses bitterly. “I really don't believe it. She said she planned to stay in New York with Floris and Annika.”

“Is Annika not going to her father's party?”

Aemond shrugs, sipping his coffee. “We didn't go into that much detail; she just said they would stay in New York. She says Floris likes it there, so...”

Aegon smirks maliciously. “I bet Annika is taking her to every possible club to get her fucked and forget about you.”

“Do you have to be so unpleasant all the damn time?” Aemond questions. “She wouldn't do that. Unlike you, Annika knows her and knows she needs other things.”

“Hey, I accompanied you to that horrible movie and saved you from the funeral-party. We'll spend Christmas in a hot tub drinking and eating with some chicks. What more do you want from me?”

Aemond frowns, the last good eye though a bit less harsh, always alert and in disagreement with his words. However, Aegon knows that beneath all that calm and collected facade, he is suffering.

And he doesn't like to see his brother suffer unless he is the one causing it.

“Nothing, Aegon. I don't want anything from you, nor do I expect it,” he replies with annoyance, leaving his empty cup in the sink. “Get dressed. We leave in ten minutes. And you'll pay for those expensive shitty reindeer.”

“Fair enough.”

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The cold air hits Annika's face, and tosses her golden curls around. She brushes the hair stuck to her lip gloss off her face with annoyance, and her body shivers under all the layers of winter clothing. Her frozen hands tremble as she locks the car door.

“I won't drive in this weather ever again,” she mutters under her breath, striding towards the house porch with long steps, trying not to slip on the ice-covered stones. Helaena and Floris laugh at her from the door. “What?”

“That footwear is a bit impractical, don't you think?” Helaena remarks teasingly.

She looks at her boots without understanding. “They're my Moschino Black Faux Fur Snow Boots.”

“They have fur,” Helaena points out, amused.

“No animals were harmed in the making of these boots,” she retorts, struggling up the stairs. “Stop criticizing me for actually having style and open the door for me, will you? My ass is freezing.”

“Perhaps don't wear those boots outside again. You're going to slip,” Floris recommends, catching Annika's arm to help her with the last steps while Helaena finishes opening the door.

When they enter the cabin, they head straight to Helaena's enormous bedroom amid laughter. The cabin is huge but cozy, with a room for each family member. Floris tries to ignore the fact that she knows by heart the door to Aemond's room and everything inside.

Annika gets rid of her clothes and turns on the heating, trying to warm up. “Does anyone remember how to make hot chocolate?”

“You have the recipe book in the kitchen,” Floris reminds her.

Annika frowns. “Who am I kidding? I don't do kitchen. But we should buy Christmas cookies...”

“You mean, make Christmas cookies?” Helaena raises an eyebrow.

“No, thanks. I just redid my nails. But we could get gingerbread houses to decorate!” She offers hopefully. “But first, I need to shower and change. And before you say anything; I can't feel my toes.”

Hel sighs. “Perhaps Floris and I should go shopping while you shower.”

“Well, I don't do groceries either,” Annika winks at them. “Could you buy me a few things? I'll text them to you. You go while I bathe, and then I'll prepare dinner. Which means, order something to be delivered here and get the wine from the cellar.”

Floris rolls her eyes, not even having taken off her coat. “You better have three glasses of wine waiting for us when we get back to watch a movie.”

Annika snaps her fingers. “Done!” She says, then takes off her fur hat and puts it on Floris. “There you go. So your ideas won't freeze.”

“We'll be back in fifty minutes,” Helaena announces, taking the car keys from Annika's stiff and gloved hands.

As soon as she's alone, Annika rummages through one of her suitcases for her shower things and crosses to the main bathroom, in front of Helaena's room. Unfortunately, her friend's bedroom is not ensuite, and they have endured countless escapes where they had to cross to the bathroom in the middle of the night and lose all glamour by running into one of Helaena's brothers or nephews.

Annika has always loved coming to the Aspen cabin. It has always been a place very different from her home where time seems to run in a different way. Almost magical, though she knows better now to understand magic doesn’t exist. Since she was a child, Helaena and her family often felt more like a family than her own. It was strange because even though Helaena adored her brothers, Annika knew she felt like an outsider. Very alien to them.

In one way or another, the three of them always found a home in themselves. Where they could be without prejudices or fear.

She turns on the shower, letting the water flow hot, even boiling, as she removes her clothes and hangs her pink robe on the nearest hook. She is careful to lift her long and shiny hair to avoid getting it wet and preserve her meticulously done blowout. Her hair has always been one of her best features and is almost sacred to her; curls that fall like a cascade of liquid gold to her waist.

Her muscles contract as her body comes into contact with the hot water, and she sighs relieved. She stays almost inert for a while before taking her shower lotion and starting to wash to remove any remnants of the plane and the trip and New York off her.

And she has a lot to clean. A life of mistakes, an entire year of failure and sins and feelings kept deep in her heart.

But there are still eight days left for her to leave it all behind finally. Eight days for the year to end, and therefore, a new life to begin. A new life where she doesn't make mistakes or hurt anyone and is her best version. Where she is a better person and accompanies Helaena and Floris to do the groceries and learns to make Christmas dinner or hot chocolate.

But she still has eight more days to be the acidic and superficial Annika who runs away from her problems instead of facing them.

When she finishes washing her face, she reaches out for one of the towels before jumping into her robe. At that moment, the door opens abruptly, and the steam that fills the bathroom disperses into the air, letting in a cold draft from the hallway.

She glimpses, through the steam, a platinum blonde mane.

“Hel, come in. Did you return so quickly? I must have lost track of time. Did you bring the things I asked for?”

But Helaena doesn't respond. Annika wraps the small towel around her body and opens the shower door, stepping out.

“Wow, my Christmas wish came true already,” the mischievous and familiar laughter takes her completely by surprise.

Annika screams, disturbed when through the steam, she makes sense of Aegon's figure, Hel's older brother. The unbearable older brother, to be precise. Among other things.

She moves so far back that she slips. Aegon has to hold her arm so that she doesn't fall and hit her head on the edge of the bathtub. When she is stable enough, she pushes him to let go of her bare and wet arms, a bit disturbed by the vulnerable situation, but Aegon holds her so tightly that this time he slips backward and takes her with him.

“You're an idiot!” She yells, holding onto the towel that is the only thing separating her naked body from him.

Aegon laughs painfully. “Wow, my second Christmas wish just came true.”

“What are you doing here?!” Annika demands, too disturbed, while trying to find a way to get off him without pressing any unwanted parts of her body. He looks at her, his blue eyes against her green ones, and smiles.

“I could ask you the same. This is my house.”

When she finally manages to stand up, and the steam has dispersed a bit, she notices that Aemond is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a slightly disturbed look. When he notices the blush on Annika's cheeks, he turns away to give her privacy.

“We almost called the police,” Aemond tells her. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you an intruder wasn't going to shower. And I'm sure no intruder would wear those ridiculous fur boots...”

“Would you mind?” Annika says to Aegon, holding the towel against her chest as if her life depends on it while grabbing her robe with the other hand.

“Go ahead, darling.”

“Aegon,” Aemond warns. He grumbles and turns around as Annika puts on the robe without even removing the towel and ties the belt with a knot worthy of the navy.

“Nice knot. Did Greyjoy teach you to do that?” Aegon mocks when he turns to look at her again. She gives him the middle finger. “Would you mind explaining what you're doing here?”

“I came with Helaena and Floris to spend Christmas. What are you doing here?”

“It seems great minds think alike,” Aegon snorts. “A heads-up would have been nice, by the way. What if we were with girls here?”

“You could have warned yourself, too,” she tells him. “And it wouldn't be the first time we find you in a deplorable situation that you dragged Aemond into.”

“You can't stay here,” Aemond takes care of dissipating the heated atmosphere between his brother and the girl. She laughs sarcastically.

“Don't worry, your sister and your ex-girlfriend are shopping and will be back any moment. I'll be waiting for them outside with our luggage; I'll book a hotel.”

She doesn't wait for an answer, passes by Aemond without acknowledging him, and crosses to Helaena's room. Aemond rubs his temples, disturbed and stressed.

“This wasn't part of the plan,” Aegon informs, in case Aemond thought he had orchestrated the encounter intentionally. “You didn't know Helaena was coming?”

“No. She said she was staying in New York. Why would she lie?” Aemond questions.

“Technically, we lied too. But who knows with Helaena...”

“You never lie to Helaena. And she never lies to you. What's going on?” Aemond crosses his arms. “She said you haven't visited her lately. Not even the last time you were in New York.”

“What? Are you a detective now?” Aegon crosses his arms, hurrying to leave the bathroom and go down the stairs to the front door when he hears it open. Aemond follows him, but Aegon stops halfway. “Listen, if you don't want to see Floris, that's fine. I'll deal with them. Lock yourself in your room to cry or whatever you do. I understand...”

Aemond actually considers it but shakes his head. “It's okay.”

Aegon pats his shoulder. Annika comes out already dressed, with perfect hair, and ignores the presence of the brothers to join her friends while holding the phone between her cheek and shoulder, trying to get a hotel reservation. The brothers follow her down, and when they reach the first floor, in the entrance, it's not precisely their friends who are there.

It's Daeron, engaging in... something akin to making out with a girl with intense red hair who hasn't even let go of her bags yet. Both are dripping melted snow, wetting the wooden floor, deeply lost in each other, not caring much. Annika stays still at the foot of the stairs and reaches back to hit Aegon's chest, who looks at them proudly. Aemond crosses his arms while the only girl puts her hand to her mouth.

Aegon claps once. “What a show.”

Daeron and the girl separate as quickly as a spit for a pardon, even more disturbed than Annika was when found in the shower. Aegon looks at Annika and Aemond and laughs. “It will never get old.”

“What are you guys doing here?” The young boy despairs, while the girl hides behind him. Daeron tilts his head at the bizarre situation. “Oh, my God. Please tell me you weren't-“

“Have you gone crazy?” Aemond interrupts. It's been a while since Annika has seen Daeron, and the last time, the boy was at her height. He has grown between a much taller man than Aegon, almost reaching Aemond's height. “Why aren't you at boarding school?”

“It's winter break?” He doubts his answer. “I thought all of you would be either in New York or London for your father's party, Annika. Nice to see you again, by the way.”

“See? That's what you'd expect from my best friend's brothers,” she snorts, approaching him to give him a kiss on the cheek. “How you've grown! And who is this?”

“She yells at us, and he’s the one who gets the kisses,” Aegon complains.

“You never drew me a picture of us while I babysat you,” Annika tells him plainly, while Daeron puts an arm around her shoulders affectionately.

“That's because I was the one taking care of you, brat.”

“This is Willa. She is my girlfriend,” Daeron introduces Willa to Annika. Willa smiles shyly, while Annika grins from ear to ear and shakes her hand warmly. “Willa, this is Annika. An old family friend.”

“Hi, I've heard a lot about you,” Willa says, trying to sound convincingly extroverted despite the humiliation she has suffered. Annika looks at her puzzled and amused at the same time. “He was very much in love with you.”

“I know. It was adorable to see him scare off the boys in my grade with his Spider-Man pajamas on one occasion,” she laughs. “It's a pleasure, Willa. So, I guess the four of you had the same idea. How convenient.”

“Didn’t you guys come together?” Daeron asks, puzzled.

“Of course not. I came with Hel and Flo. They were here, but they didn't have the decency to warn any of us before coming to make a bachelor nest at your parents's family house.”

Aegon rolls his eyes. “And we were having some amazing days until you came to disrupt our peace.”

“Don't worry. I'll leave as soon as I can get a hotel. Daeron? Should I look for something for you and Willa? I think you two had more interesting plans than to spend Christmas with those two,” Annika asks, with the sound of keys on the cell phone she activated just to annoy Aegon. He squints at the sound and groans.

“Yes... I mean, no! This is my house, and I have the right to use it too,” Daeron stands firm.

“Does mom and dad know you're here?” Aegon asks, and the younger one sighs.

“They don't know you're here either,” Annika reminds him.

“Oh, come on. Whose side are you on?”

“Whichever is not yours. We’re leaving because I know none of us wants to spend time with you, but if Daeron wants to stay, you can't just kick him out because you feel like it. And let's be honest... Aemond, are you even having fun?”

Aemond opens his mouth to speak, but his brother interrupts him. “You're a sellout.”

“Sorry, but they're right. I can't stand you for one more day alone. I'll go back home, and I prefer the funeral-party of my relationship than seeing you hook up with a random blonde and calling to clean your vomit from the carpet.”

The front door opens, letting in another freezing gust of wind. “We're...!”

Floris falls silent when they see the scene, just like Helaena, who blinks several times and points at each one as if counting them one by one. “What are you guys doing here?” Helaena asks.

Aegon throws his hands in the air. “I can't do this again. It's not funny if you're not in a compromising situation. Do you have something interesting in those bags? Dildos?”

“Who is that?” Floris whispers to Annika, pointing at the redhead girl, ignoring the fact that Aemond can't take his eyes off her. “What are they doing here?”

Helaena smiles. “You must be Willa! I'm so glad to finally meet you!”

“You knew Daeron had a girlfriend and didn't say anything?” Aemond asks, dismayed. Helaena shrugs after wrapping the girl in a hug; it wasn't her story to tell. “What else haven't you told us?”

“I knew. We spent an entire week together. I’m sure she remembers,” Aegon teases her. “Hi, Willa.”

“Hi… Good to see you again.”

“Oh, don’t lie to him,” says Daeron.

Then, someone knocks on the door. Aegon, who has moved to sit on the steps, lets out a grunt. “If that's Mom and Dad planning a romantic Christmas getaway and coming to install a sex swing, I'm going to shoot them and then shoot myself in the balls.”

Annika scrunches her nose. “Do you have to be so gross all the time?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” He smirks.

Helaena opens the door a little curiously. “Hello?”

“Hey. You’re Helaena, right?" Asks a brown-haired guy, dressed in a plaid shirt and a black jacket. “I'm Logan. I live in the house next door, remember?”

“The house next door, as in the house that's three kilometers away?” Aemond grumbles.

“Yes, of course, I remember you. How are you? Want to come in?”

Aegon puts his hands to his face and pretends to cry.

“Sure... Sorry to interrupt, but the power has gone out in my house. Is it okay if I stay here for a few hours?” Logan asks. “I know we don't know each other, and I'd go to a café, but it's already dark outside, and they're announcing snowstorms for tomorrow and the day after. It's a bit dangerous to take the road. I might not be able to come back.”

“They just took the road, and they're safe,” Aegon says. “Hey, maybe you can go to the hotel they'll all go to. Maybe all of you can rent the same room and have a Christmas party.”

Logan laughs. “A hotel? On December 23th, with a snowstorm at the door and no previous reservation? Good luck finding something.”

Annika stops dialing numbers and looks a bit irritated at Helaena. “You didn't check the weather before coming, did you?”

“Well, I didn't feel like there was going to be a snowstorm,” she says, a little uncomfortable.

“I see you're having... a family situation here. Maybe I should go,” Logan says this time.

“Wait. Are you from around?” Annika asks.

“Don't talk to her or look her directly in the eyes; she’ll turn you into stone like she's Medusa,” Aegon warns.

Logan ignores him. “Yes, I live here. My family was supposed to come for a visit, but they were arriving tomorrow, and flights have been canceled or rescheduled.”

“Sorry to hear that. And is there no other place we can stay? They don't rent anything either?” Floris asks this time.

“I could try to get you something with a friend, but I don't think so. And anyway, as I told you, going out right now to look for something can be dangerous. If you have the possibility of spending the night here, I suggest you do it,” Logan says.

Aemond looks at Aegon. “Well, I guess our escapade is officially over, thank God. Of course, everyone can stay. We have the space...”

“It was supposed to be just us,” Aegon complains and walks to the door. “Look, it's not even that bad outside.”

He opens the door, and a freezing wind makes a bunch of leaves and sticks enter the house, then slams the door shut. He grits his teeth.

“Just for one night,” Daeron finally gives in and looks at Willa. “At least until tomorrow when things calm down, and we can look for somewhere to stay. We wouldn't even have to see each other's faces.”

“Daeron, it's fine. I don't mind spending time with your family,” she smiles, so delighted with the idea that Floris finds it a bit funny she wants to be part of the messed up gang.

“Yes, Daeron. As if we were going to tell about the time you got lost in the woods, and we found you bathed in cow shit,” Aegon laughs, but no one laughs with him.

“That was you,” Helaena reminds him. “Two years ago.”

“Oh. And what about the time he tried to ride a bike on a beam and fell into a cactus?”

“Again, that was you,” Aemond says this time. “You were drunk as a skunk and insisted on doing it even though everyone told you not to.”

“We pulled thorns out of your ass for three days,” Annika recalls tiredly, then smiles at him. “You've always been a classy boy.”

Aegon looks at her with crossed arms. “At least I didn't ruin my father's wedding with a tantrum.”

“At least I didn't ruin an entire debutante ball,” she mutters back.

“Still on that? It's been years, woman!”

“I have the right to be mad...!”

“Okay, let's not go there,” Aemond warns, placing his hands on Annika's shoulders. Willa hugs Daeron's arm, confused. “We have to endure each other for just one night. Let's not start fighting. We all had fun together before.”

“He's right. You shouldn't fight, even Aemond is trying to get us to have fun,” Helaena suggests, and everyone bursts into laughter. Logan and Willa, more out of obligation than anything else. “I have an idea.”

“Should we get into the hot tub while we drink?” Aegon says, hopeful.

“Are you insane? It's only six in the evening. What are you, a savage?” Floris questions. He opens his mouth to reply, and she shakes her head. “Please, don't answer that.”

“I was going to suggest that we try to cook something. Like... a dinner. And we should all chip in.”

Everyone looks at Annika, who opens her mouth surprised. “Why are you all looking at me? Aegon blew up the microwave making sausages.”

“Yes, because you told me to wrap them in aluminum foil,” he crosses his arms.

Daeron looks at them puzzled. “I thought Aegon was alone when his microwave exploded. Alone and drunk.”

“I told him via text,” she quickly adds. Aegon snorts. “And as a joke.”

"That joke cost me a new kitchen.”

“Well, most of us know not to put metals in the microwave. So, we can make dinner without any problem.”

Annika crosses her arms. “Well… I want an apron.”

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“Logan! Be more careful. This is cashmere!”Annika yells; she's wearing gloves, a chef's hat, and an apron she found in the utility room. No one exactly knows how, considering she hasn't touched anything, but her apron is stained as if she had worked for hours in a fast food factory.

After trying for a while to get her to chop an onion, they gave up, deciding that Annika would slow them down more than help. Aemond and Aegon hadn't been the epitome of efficiency either, so it boiled down to Hel, Floris, Willa, Logan, and Daeron. But they let Annika decorate the cookies while Aegon tried to steal the dough mix.

Logan makes the girls laugh enthusiastically, even Daeron at times.

“I don't like him” Aegon tells Aemond, drinking what's left of his beer. “How do we know he's not a serial killer? Showed up at our door out of nowhere.”

Aemond rolls his singular eye. “Yes. He looks ruthless helping Hel and Annika put sprinkles on the gingerbread man cookies.”

“It could be poison,” he argues, watching as Logan puts icing on Annika's nose, and everyone laughs. “It's not even funny.”

"They seem to think it's hilarious," Aemond replies disinterestedly, while meticulously setting up his glass chess set. “Do you want to play?”

“Can we play strip chess?”

“No.”

“Then, no. But maybe Floris wants to play,” Aegon points to the girl sitting on the kitchen counter, surprisingly quiet amidst the symphony of laughter around her. “Are you going to tell me what happened between you two?”

“Of course. When you tell me why you've been staring at Annika incessantly since she arrived.”

Aegon sighs and settles into the couch. “You know I've always been protective of her. Same with Helaena and Floris. Mother always encouraged me to do it.”

“Well, you seem more jealous than anything, and I don't see you very concerned that your presumed serial killer is clearly interested in our sister,” Aemond points out. Aegon looks at them and furrows his brow.

“Of course not. It's Helaena. She wouldn't...”

“She wouldn't what?”

“Ugh. That’s disgusting,” he mutters at the thought of his younger sister in a relationship.

“Guys, look,” Helaena approaches them as if they summoned her. She holds a tray freshly taken from the oven. “We made us, cookie version!”

Aegon furrows his brow and points at a gingerbread man with a questionable appearance. “What happened to this one?”

“That's you,” she says with a smile. Aemond bites his inner cheek to stifle a laugh. “Annika said she had technical difficulties.”

“It looks like a voodoo doll,” Aemond remarks. “I'd be careful.”

Aegon grumbles and gets up from his seat. He heads to the kitchen annoyed, where Annika is trying to scrape dough off the marble countertop along with Willa and Logan. “Want to smoke a cigarette?”

She looks at him, bewildered. “I'm busy.”

“I'm sure they can finish without you,” he tells her, taking her wrist to drag her to the backyard. She removes the apron, puts on a coat, and her Moschino boots, earning a disgusted look from Aegon, the cigarette hanging between his lips. “Those are the ugliest boots I've ever seen in my life.”

“Well, I have to endure your face on Christmas...”

“Cut the bullshit,” he says, lighting his cigarette and offering Annika fire to light hers. “You've been avoiding me. And now you're more passive-aggressive than usual. People’s starting to notice.”

“I've been avoiding you because you've been avoiding me,” she reminds him, her tone suddenly turning acidic. Aegon knows it well. It's because he's gotten under her skin. “You didn't return my calls, and obviously, I stopped trying. The message was more than clear.”

“Please, it was a relief for you that I didn't return your calls. It's exactly what you wanted,” Aegon points out. “You haven't set foot in your house since spring. Did you not want to run into me?”

“You didn't go to Floris's birthday to avoid running into me. You didn't visit Helaena to avoid running into me. You couldn't even return her calls because you couldn't face her and lie to her face.”

He opens his mouth, but chooses his words carefully. “I guess we've both been avoiding each other, then.”

“Maybe it's for the best, you know?” She shrugs. “Lying became exhausting. I was tired of pretending I was somewhere when I was actually with you. We can't do that.”

“It was good,” Aegon admits.

“Just not good enough for you to want to stop lying to everyone about it,” she deduces, pursing her lips into a thin line as she exhales smoke through her nose. “I understand.”

“I don't think you do,” he says, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand, noticeably uncomfortable. “The problem wasn't that you weren't good enough, quite the opposite. The problem is, you're my little sister's best friend. I've known you forever. It's...”

“If you tell me I'm like your little sister, I'm going to kick you,” she warns. Aegon shakes his head, amused.

“I can't do that to Helaena. I've ruined many things for her and my brothers. I don't want to ruin one of the best things she has. We wouldn't have worked, you and I. You belong with her, not with me.”

Annika nods. “Okay.”

“So, are we good? At least because we're stuck here on Christmas?” He asks, hoping that's the case. But he knows with Annika, things are never that simple. “We can call it a truce.”

“Sure,” she smiles and puts out her cigarette on the floor. Aegon wants to say something else, because he knows he’s hurting her…

But he doesn’t reach for her.

* 🧣⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⍣ ೋ *ੈ🎄‧₊˚ . *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ೃ࿐🌟

Willa bites her lip while rummaging through her suitcase. Daeron's room is impeccably clean, and she finds it amusing that he has a solar system décor clearly chosen when he was a child.

“I don't even remember the order of the planets nowadays,” he says to excuse his questionable interior decorating decision.

“Daeron. Can I ask you something?” She says, a bit curious. Her boyfriend settles on the bed with his arms behind his head and nods. “Aegon and Annika...?”

“Ugh. I don't even want to start talking about them,” he sighs as if the topic bores him.

“What did they mean by what they said about the debutante ball-“

“Oh, no. No,” the room's door opens, and Floris walks in unannounced. “We really don't talk about August 15, 2017. It's more like strictly forbidden.”

“Jesus Christ! Can I help you with something?” Daeron asks. “You should’ve knocked first.”

“Hide me until Aemond gets bored of playing chess and invites me to play.”

Daeron rolls his eyes and pats the side of his bed, inviting the girl to sit.

“I'm sorry for interrupting and eavesdropping. Just came to pretend I'm busy.”

“That's okay,” he says. “Willa wanted to know what happened at the debutante ball. If you want the full backstory, we have the right person here.”

“We shouldn't talk about it,” Floris reminds him.

“She's been my girlfriend for a long time. And she's staying much longer... Or not if my family scares her away by barging in unannounced.”

Floris sighs. “You're manipulative. If she's going to stay, then she has to know. And she has to know to never, ever speak on the subject. And no one can know that you know, understand?” Willa nods and sits on the bed with her legs crossed, ready to hear the story.

“You have to swear never to speak of it. If you do, you'll have to turn your firstborn to the devil, and your lineage will be cursed for generations,” Daeron jokes, stretching his leg slightly to playfully hit her. “Think of our children.”

“You two are disgustingly adorable,” Floris laughs, then turns serious as she starts telling the story. “So, it's 2017. Helaena, Annika, and I are, what? Sixteen, seventeen, and we're going to be presented in society. We had months of preparation; wardrobe, our escort, everything had to be perfect. Now that you've seen what Annika's like, I'm sure you can understand the level of detail she put into her preparations. Two years before... Her mother had passed away. It was tough for her, and for Alicent too since they were very close friends.”

“Oh, I didn't know that.”

“Yeah. The thing is, Alicent and Freya, Annika's mother, always wanted Aegon to be Annika's escort for her debutante ball. It was a perfect idea, the first male heir of the Targaryen family and the first daughter of the Lannister family. We all assumed it would be that way... Until two months before the ball, Aegon said he wasn't going to do it. Without any explanation. He was in college, so there really was no way to force him. He showed up on the day of the ball, drunk, and at the end of the dance, for no apparent reason, he attacked Dalton Greyjoy, Annika's escort. It was a disaster. They tried to separate them, but they beat each other up. They knocked down a sculpture, broke a table, and ruined the dress of Annika's mother. Aegon's family paid for all the damages, but since then, they don't take him to any social events.”

Willa looks like she's turned pale. “It's... Wow.”

“Annika and Aegon have hated each other since then. I mean, they always had a strange relationship, but it got worse after that, rightfully so. They keep the peace for Helaena's sake more than anything, and I think after so much time, they've learned to forgive each other,” Daeron says. “I wouldn't even bother trying to understand them.”

Willa nods. “I understand. I... I would never have imagined something like that. They have a strange energy, but I never would've thought they got along badly.”

“Hey!” Annika suddenly opens the door, making everyone startle. She smiles, mischievous. “What are you talking about?”

“School,” Daeron says simply.

“Relationships,” Floris replies at the same time.

Annika frowns.

“Relationships and school,” Willa clarifies.

“Okay... I came to invite you to play. We don't have a board game for this many people, but we thought it would be fun to play something more... Dynamic.”

Daeron straightens up to sit on the bed. “Like what?”

“Never Have I Ever,” Annika says, a sly smile on her face.

#Christmas au #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #targtowers #hotd modern au #team green #team green modern au #im never gonna love again #fanfic #aegon targaryen fanfic #aegon targaryen smut #annika lannister #asoiaf #hotd #got #aegon targaryen fic #aemond x oc

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beechersnope · 10 months

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wrote some more of Red Light Spells Danger (sheriff's daughter max/trailer trash daniel street racing AU) but this time it is more depressing than horny

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Daniel doesn’t know what to expect when he returns later that night, but it’s clear as soon as he exits the crowded tunnel of mesquite trees and pulls into the clearing that Max has had her run of the place.

The rundown trailer, normally dark and uninviting as soon as the sun dips below the mountains, is adorned in multicolored Christmas lights, painting the faded exterior in shades of warm-toned pink, blue, green, and orange. Inside, Daniel can make out a purple glow, but by the time he parks and gets out of his car, the light peeking through the curtains has morphed into a dark orange, fading to yellow as he walks up the front steps and pulls open the door.

It takes him a minute to find Max. She isn’t in his bed, but instead sitting in one of the plastic chairs at the tiny table in the kitchenette. There’s an array of takeout containers in front of her, from the fucking winery of all things, Daniel realizes when he catches sight of the branded takeout bag she’d crumpled up and tossed in the trash.

Daniel wants to demand to know how much fucking money she’d spent on all this, but he knows she wouldn’t take it well. He’s old enough, smart enough, to know that it doesn’t fucking matter—that his pride and the tinge of embarrassment at the difference in their circumstances isn’t important enough to argue about in a futile attempt to soothe his own ego.

Daniel stares at her for a moment, just watching as the shifting colors from the LED strips she’d taped to the corners of the ceiling cast shadows that change the planes of her face; cold, hard in blue, then warm, soft in orange again.

“What did you get me?” he asks as he finally sits down opposite her.

Max’s expression hardly changes, a quirk Daniel is still having trouble getting used to. Somehow, though, it makes the occasional smile he gets out of her seem that much more worthwhile. “Beef ragout,” she tells him as she slides the container over. “And lobster bisque. And a chocolate cheesecake.”

“Jesus, I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to move after all that,” Daniel tells her with a laugh.

Max still looks very serious as she replies, “You don’t have to eat all of it. I can, of course, take the leftovers back to my house.”

Daniel smiles at her and then pops open the first container, the biggest. He inhales the smell of warm beef, rich tomato and ricotta, and almost faints. He knows before he even takes a bite that it’ll be the best meal he’s ever had in his life. He’s right.

And after, when they’ve stuffed the leftover food into the icebox, making room between the cases of beer and haphazard piles of plastic water bottles, Daniel feels a warmth spreading through him that can’t be explained by the evening air.

“C’mere,” Daniel says as he flops down in his bed, extending his arms out to Max, who hovers nearby nervously playing with the hem of her blouse, like she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to join him. “Did you change the sheets?” he asks her when she carefully kneels on the mattress and crawls over, tentatively melting into the circle of his arms.

Max nods, her cheek rubbing against Daniel’s sternum. “I thought it would be nice,” she says.

“It is nice,” Daniel tells her.

He winds his fingers in her hair, loose under a half-pony and gently tugs until she scoots up far enough for him to connect their mouths. It feels just as electric as the first time, her lips moving with his, opening perfectly. The shyness slowly leaches out of her as Daniel holds her tighter, his tongue coaxing hers as he rolls Max onto her back and slots himself between her legs.

Daniel’s not a horny teenager; hasn’t been in a long time. He doesn’t have any qualms about going slow. He know Max can’t tell, probably sees him as some sort of trailer trash Casanova—perfect for a summer fling, Daniel thinks with a hint of bitterness—but it’s been years since Daniel has had anyone in his bed, even longer since he’s wanted it.

He wants this. He wants it so bad it hurts. But he still isn’t hard.

Daniel pulls away after a while, when his lips starts to sting and his tongue aches and his arms shake from the exertion of keeping himself propped up over Max’s body as they kiss, not wanting to pin her down even though every cell in his body is screaming for more, more, more, to press himself so tightly against Max’s bare skin that they become impossible to separate.

Max looks up at Daniel with wide eyes, blown out pupils, a spit-streaked mouth. She pushes up onto her elbows when he sits up, her face creasing a bit in concern. “Did I—was it not good?” she asks.

“It was good,” Daniel reassures her. He’s relieved when she doesn’t glance down at the loose fabric of his jeans, grateful that she doesn’t seem to know enough to tell that Daniel is too fucked up for any of this. He should turn tail and run for her sake, make a clean break now before she can do anything she’ll regret.

But Daniel is too selfish and too lonely to be smart.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks her instead. “We don’t have to.” It had been her idea, but Daniel wasn’t—he didn’t need it. He could be satisfied forever with this. Just this. Max’s soft skin under his hands, her warm mouth pressed to his. For as long as it lasts.

Max is young and desperate. She doesn’t know what it’ll cost her—what it’ll cost them both.

When she nods, Daniel’s heart sinks. He can’t say no to her. He has to give her whatever he can, even if she deserves far more than losing her virginity in the back of Daniel’s trailer in the backwoods of some nowhere town in the Nevada desert.

#maxiel #f1 rpf #my fic #rlsd fic

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sincerelylea · 2 years

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hi hi! i thought your eddie headcanons were super cute, and i really love your writing so i had to request: would you be open to doing headcanons for billy x fem!reader who struggles with anxiety, depression, etc? how would he (or try) to help out? thank you love <3

you got it, love writing billy. also thank you for the compliment :)

tw: depression, anxiety, self harm, panic attacks, mentions of abuse.

family.

oh billy. so complex.

billy himself is perceived as an asshole, because that's what he wants people to see. he does it on purpose; it makes him untouchable.

y'know, if he's mean to everyone, on constant defense, people won't get close. he won't get hurt. so voicing feelings, putting them out there for someone (you) to hear, he isn't really good at it.

he's been on constant defense since he was a kid. i mean, having feelings besides angry ones wasn't really an option. he had to protect himself by being strong. had to stand up for himself because he didn't have anyone to help him.

and the cherry on top of the cake? the only figure to raise him was the one he's getting abused by. so. he's got a lot of issues.

this being said, i will say he understands what you're going through. maybe all too well.

but the way that he was raised has prevented him from identifying these feelings within himself as well. so for him to see them in you, it's a struggle to,,, learn to be nice about it? idk if that makes sense.

it isn't to say he doesn't try. because you being open with him about your struggles with anxiety and depression, opens the doors for those kinds of conversations and i think he would also eventually tell you his baggage. therefore creating a more communicative environment.

i think you'd be trepidatious to tell him. i mean he's hard to talk to in the beginning. things are just now opening up for you two to get serious.

so he wouldn't find out until you're already in the thick of it.

ignoring his calls, shutting yourself in the darkness of your bedroom, refraining from eating because it takes too much energy. he's worried; also pissed because he doesn't know what's going on and you're not talking to him.

he'd come over, the roar of his dumb engine spiking some anxiety in you, worse than it already was because you have a feeling he's gonna bust in like a bat out of hell.

he'd be kind of hostile at first - spurring you into a panic attack. and then he realizes he's pushed too far (he does this a lot)

i will say, the best goddamn thing about billy, is how bracing he is. his hands on your arms, they stabilize you in the blink of an eye. altogether his presence alone is just,, powerful. in that moment. he commands (very gently ofc) your attention. away from the panic, and onto him.

his eyes cut into yours, intense and there. and his voice is strong, you listen to it.

he doesn't want to overwhelm you, but it almost scares him to see you freak out like this so he'll bring you into a tight embrace mostly for his own comfort.

it is nice though. suffocating and soothes your senses.

"i don't care what the fuck i'm doing. you tell me when you feel like this and i'm there, okay?" says it while holding your face in his hands firmly.

the panic attack is a great doorway into conversation about your mental issues though.

you tell him about your depression and anxiety, he hums and listens. but won't tell you his own stuff quite yet.

the type to let you wallow a little bit. he'll lay in bed with you and nap for as long as you want. his only way of getting you out of your funk is to get you in his car to go on a drive or offer a date night to get you out of the house.

lets you play your mixtapes, holds your hand while he drives. buys dinner of course, whatever you want.

"you uh, you like candles right? what about we go get some."

"i don't know how to make chocolate covered strawberries but i know you like them. is this the right chocolate?"

he tries! it's really cute.

pays attention to the things that make you happy.

billy takes up braiding. learning to braid your hair when you're in deep in the depressive cycle to get your hair out of your face and get you feeling fresh.

surprisingly gentle with braiding too.

he has nice hands, knows you like the feeling of them on you. so he'll always be touching you, holding you - whatever you want.

billy is so the boyfriend to get you up on your bathroom counter to take your makeup off.

helps you get up there and puts your makeup remover on a pad and rubs it off - he's good at that too. he focuses really hard when he does it too, takes this job very seriously.

"what moisturizer do you want tonight."

helps you get undressed and dressed.

a shoulder to lean on in those trying times. he takes his role pretty seriously.

"you smell nice." you inhale, holding him on your bed.

"i wore that cologne you like."

on the topic of self harm, if you do it, or tell him. he only talks about it when you bring it up first.

can tell it's sensitive for you.

that's kind of like everything with him though; he doesn't normally ask about things unless you bring it up first. then he'll ask more questions or ponder deeper.

when he tells you about his struggles, his childhood, his dad, all that. it only strengthens your relationship i think.

more trust, more communication, more help with his anger. just more tender moments, softness. vulnerability.

he really is a lot more excellent than you'd expect i think.

overall, with anxiety. he listens, reminds you of what is true and what isn't. not as tender with it as eddie or steve might be, but he tries.

with depression, he remains a faithful presence. slightly encouraging to get you up doing things. will lay around with you, reminds you he is there.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove comfort #billy hargrove fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #stranger things fluff #stranger things comfort #stranger things angst #stranger things billy

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whaledocboi · 10 months

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one of my favourite twitter threads of all time is someone asking what are the most eastern european habits out there, and im always afraid of it getting lost, so i've gathered some of my favourites:

thee anti-theft blankets™ on the beach (putting a singular blanket on all your possessions)

putting anything but ice cream in the ice cream boxes (stew, fat, stuffed cabbage)

eating until you feel physically sick at any place/event with free food because "well its for free!" (and possibly taking some home, if it's not too embarrassing)

washing and keeping every bottle/box/jar for the homemade jam, soup or/and because you might need it sometime

your grandparents' fancy tableware that they only use three times per year for the big occasions

the wine that just sits on the shelf and nobody ever opens it because "thats the good wine"

generally, not ever using the nice things because those are the nice things

gifting around the same box of chocolate in the family for years

always keeping the giftbags you've gotten so you dont have to buy new ones

at any family gathering you must try the homemade alcohol, especially in rural areas

of course, the water bottle with definitely Not water

half the people being borderline blackout drunk before noon at the family cookout

bringing salt to the beach in tinfoil for the corn and boiled eggs

the age old, very ugly cooler bag that your grandparents have around at any vacation

bringing your own fried chicken sandwich on the train/car/plane (and eating it the moment you sit down)

those little porcelain dolphins, iykyk

the armchair with the clothes

your mother acting like you're gonna die if you go outside with wet hair or if you sit on the cold floor

two methods of curing things, leukoplast or pálinka (or your choice of strong eastern european alcohol)

also two methods of fixing things, duct tape or concrete

there's probably a lot more, so feel free to add - also, i purposefully didnt mention negative things like "being corrupt" and "being a bigot" because in that case this list would be endless and really depressing and i think we need a break from that every once in a while

#the same chocolate box circling around could be virtually anything tbh in my family it was a book #i've heard about a vase as well #eastern europe #hungary #shitpost

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pearlsofthec · 5 months

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’Tis the season to be jolly! But it doesn’t really stop there for many of us. If you study in the southern hemisphere, you knpw that December doesn’t mean solely fairy lights, hot cocoa and ice skating dates, it also means spending hours in your local cafe trying to make an Americano last six hours (honestly, why study in a silent library surrounded by stressed out students when you could be sitting in a warm coffee shop, stimulated by the barista’s never-ending jazz playlist and the flux of people coming and going?) and dodging questions such as “How are your preparations for the session going?”, or my favourite “Have you started reading the syllabus yet?”.

Honestly, depending on how you take things in life, December can be as fun as it can be depressing. I’m a Libra, and throughout my whole life I’ve learned that a bit of compromise goes a long way, and this is the month where I can really put my theories to the test. that’s why my first essential of the month is…

1. Advent Calendar

It might sound silly, but having a Christmas Advent not only is an excuse to treat yourself every day, as it also is a form of keeping track of your control over yourself. Sure, watching influencers open a christmas advent a day can be fun, the sadistic pleasure in finding out that the person who payed over €500 for a Chanel calendar is only getting a bunch of stickers and products which are barely worth being displayed in a duty free store is hard to beat, but stick with me on this one!

It’s easy to purposely forget to study, drink one too many festive cocktails, and let all the holiday discounts be a reason for you to splurge on things you wouldn’t otherwise have bought just as it’s easy to eat all the 24 chocolate truffles in one go… But not doing it is just as easy, and, I guess, a good reminder that balance is the best treat on the long run.

I genuinely HATE mini products, so I won’t be reccomending any beauty advents, sorry. I know it may feel too late to get your own, but it’s NEVER too late.

1. Venchi Prestige Calendar

2. Marchesi Calendario Dell’Avvento

3. Cailler 200g Calendar

4. Bonne Maman Jam Advent Calendar

5. Vosges haut chocolaterie Calendar

6. Torroneria Cioccolateria D. Barbero

7. Antico Caffè Novecento

8. Any of the Lindt ones… classics for a reason

2. Movie Marathon

Maybe it’s the cold, maybe it’s the desire to procrastinate, BUT my will to watch movies skyrockets during this time of the year. There is a ridiculous amount of awful films sets in this time of the year, but if you look you can find some amazing classics that are just UNSKIPPABLE. From the jolly to the perverse, here’s my official Twelve Films of Christmas

1. Eloise at Christmastime

2. The apartment

3. Holiday

4. Eyes wide Shut

5. The shop around the corner

6. White Christmas

7. Black Christmas

8. Meet me in St. Louis

9. Fanny & alexander

10. The Thin Man

11. Metropolitan

12. Spencer

3. Go all out

Whether you want to go out or simply go all out even when you’re staying in is up to you, BUT a crucial thing to my is ending the year with a BANG. Now, I’m not exactly a clubber, but I’m a big enjoyer of fun wherever and whenever, and I can’t go more than a day without having fun with my friends this time of the year. This means random aperitivo nights after leaving six hour lectures, day trips to random cities, and lotsa dinner parties. I know I’ve probably exausted everyojne with lists, but I’m gonna write yet another one, hopefully short this time, of a few activities sprinkle through your weeks, hopefully to inspire some strenght and to end the year on a sweet note.

1. Moodboard night: With the New Year right around the corner, it’s crucial to set your goals straight… and what better way than doing it with friends? Look, I personally don’t think someone should set their vision board on stone, you don’t need to stick to the things you decided to do on a random night for the rest of the year, I personally end up taking a month to write down things to help me understand my own goals and objectives, both personal and professional/ academic… But it’s so nice to talk about all of your prospectives with your friends and loved ones, wonder about the potential that the new year can bring does no harm. If you really feel like this type of thing is too personal, then I’d say you could organize an “Unrealistic Wishlist” board day, when owning a Himalaya Hermes Kelly is a totally achiavable thing! Granted, I’m a tad materialistic, but I just adore learning more about my friends through their materialistic goals, with the right outlook it can be really revealing. Plus, I’m a huge fan of arts and crafts, and I’ll take any excuse I have to do it.

2. Charcuterie dinner: One of my biggest no-nos is showing up empty handed to any dinner, maybe it’s a Brazilian thing, but I’ve never done it and don’t plan on ever doing it. With a charcuterie dinner, I have an excuse to do it! I love charcuterie dinners more than anything in the world, cheese, wine, fruits and salami… no better combination. Not to mention that it’s practically like a live personality quiz for you and your friends, as nothing is more telling of a person’s character than their cheese preference.

3. Christmas shopping afternoon: Preferably to be done with a guy to use as your own bag carrier. Whenever I need to go somewhere or do something, I like to call other people up just in case, and although I love some peace of mind to think clearly when I need to buy presents for myself, when my consumerism is altruistic I love to have someone around to give me second opinions and spare my shoulders of all the extra weight!

4. Homemade decoration and dinner: I currently don’t have an apartment of my own to decorate, but other people’s serve me just as well. One of my favorite activities has been going to my friends’ homes to arrange garlands, make dried orange slices decor and even help to carefully distribute tinsel on the christmas tree. What is a chore to some is fun to others, with the right playlist and conversation specially. Afterwards it’s crucial to have a dinner party as a treat, no decoration shall be wasted!

To Discover

I feel like my consumerism is reaching an all time high right now, and I feel like I might as well share some of my current favourite discoveries with you guys. There’s nothing better than giving (and getting!) gifts from one of a kind stores, and so, I’ve made a little list of places that are definitely worth checking out:

1. Nesines: It’s a brand from barcelona that sells just the coolest shirts. I’ve just gotten one from them and I’m obsessed with the fit, the colors and the model. The quality is amaxzing, and I love that fact that their products have amazing compositions, no polyester around here! If you want a top that can elevate any pair of jeans, look nowhere else!

2. Maria de la Orden: I have to give credit where it’s due… this brand wasn’t on my radar before my mom showed it to me . Colorful velvet can definitely brighten up even the dullest winter days, especially when it’s presented in such unique shapes. Honestly their jackets are to die for, as are their headbands.

3. The obedient Daughter: came across this brand thanks to a kind destiny and now I’m absolutely OBSESSED with their curation of books and clothing. A gorgeous presentation of products that are unique but timeless… I simply NEED their Diana skirt.

4. MC2 Saint Barth: Okay not really a discovery, but THE place we should all be looking at for a perfect tongue in cheek aprés ski sweater. Ngl, I’m giving each of my siblings a sweater this christmas, and although I KNOW it might be an overdone gift, it’s a classic for a reason. And I myself know my sister would never not appreciate the opportunity to walk around Cervinia with a hot pink sweater that says “FAVOLOSA”

5. Bella Freud: Again, not a discovery, but worth a mention just because this was the month when I truly explored the brand’s full potential. Everyone knows their gorgeous sweaters with the best quotes (Godard IS GOD!), but I’m currently obsessed with their candles, ceramics and overall home accessories. Can someone please give me their Cunty mug? Please?)

To be worn

Sunglasses: I’m a guilty “occhiali da nebbia” wearer, much to my friends’ dismay. Though some may think it can be a bit bizzarre to wear sunglasses out on days when the sun doesn’t seem to get any high, I don’t have any shame in looking (or at least feeling) cool no matter the weather … My current go tos are the Dior Palladium (if you get it to wear in Venice it’s even better, that way, if anyone asks, you can say you’re paying your respects for Andre Palladio’s influential architecture)

Fur trimmed everything: Okay maybe i’ve been watching one too many episodes of friends, and letting the 90s influence a bit too much over my style, but recently I’ve been obsessed with fur trimmed coats. Long or short, black or camel, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t bite when everyone was going crazy over that green trench back in 2020, but now it’s different! A classic cut with a bit of fun fur will never go out of style in my eyes.

Barretes: Okay I think barretes are not an addition to my blog, I’ve probably been proudly posting about being a proud barrette wearer since 2020, but now I’ve actually been converted, and went from being a strictly tortoiseshell hair accessories wearer to a the brighter the better one. The one thing to blame is none other than the city of Copenhagen, where I discovered Maanesten and Pico, and FEASTED.

Herbag: Taking to “To Be” oof this section a bit too literally, and even a bit too hopefully. Not only do I absolutely love the fact that it reminds me a bit of the Kelly, I also love its overall practicality, everyone I know that has it rages on and on about its endless perks. While the fact that its body is made out of canvas rather than the famous traditional Hermes leather might be a turn off to some but to me it’s just perfect, principally because I’ve been planning on getting it to use it as a school bag and I’ve had the misfortune to have once tried to carry a leather bag around all day just to practically destroy it in one day.

Scarves and Pashminas: Winter is the season when I really can’t seem to escape all black outfits, but wearing a beautifully textured pashmina ALWAYS is a game changer for me. I feel like every city in the world has a Tibet store packed with the most varied options of material, print and density, I know Milan has an incredible one (although the Paris Tibet Forever on Le Marais will always take the cake).

#blog #monthly guidelines #december

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