#look at her lil santa hat

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Hi! So I just had this idea while listening to the song Mistletoe by Justin Bieber.

Imagine being on set for tbosas during Christmas time and someone from the crew or cast (like Rachel and Josh) put up Mistletoe’s here and there and then discreetly, but very much on purpose, got you and Tom to walk under them to film your reaction to it and take a few pictures!

Mistletoe || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

A/n: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!!!!!! Hope u enjoy this cute lil fic :)

Warnings: noneeee

Wc: 654

Divider by @pommecita

As you stepped into the set where you would come filming for the day—Tom trailing behind you—a festive atmosphere filled the air. The set was adorned with twinkling lights, and the crew members were dressed up in festive clothes.

Set seemed to radiate happiness, and the air buzzed with the delightful energy of people in high spirits. It was your first time filming a project during Christmas so it was both exciting and new to you.

You spot Josh and Rachel wearing Santa hats, exchanging cheerful greetings with the crew. “Everyone’s in the spirit,” You chuckle as Tom comes up behind you, slotting his arm around your shoulder as you wave to people.

“Mhm, couldn’t agree more- Is that Viola in a grinch costume-“ Tom couldn’t even finish his sentence before the two of you start bursting out in laughter at the sight. You pull Tom with you as you walk towards her.

“Oh my god, this is amazing,” You squeal, whipping out your phone as you snap pictures with her as you could hear her laughter from inside the suit. You and Tom posed with Viola as you make a mental note to post a christmas on set dump on your insta.

As you and Tom continue your way through the set, you noticed mistletoe strategically placed here and there. The mischievous glint in the crew’s eyes hinted at a playful plan. You couldn’t help but smile, wondering what surprises awaited.

After filming a few scenes here and there, you and Tom sat on one of the chairs that were littered around the set. Your legs were ontop of Tom’s as you both laugh at a tiktok that you were showing him.

Suddenly, Rachel approached with a mischievous grin, her phone in her hands pointed directly at you. “Oh, would you look at that? Mistletoe!” she exclaimed, pointing above your head as both you and Tom look up, catching Josh holding a mistletoe above the two of you with a grin matching his girlfriend.

The crew members nearby chuckled, and Josh chimed in, “Guess tradition says you two have to share a Christmas kiss under the mistletoe!” He makes obnoxious kissing sounds as you cover your face in slight embarrassment, only peeking through your fingers to see Rachel’s phone still pointing at you.

You exchanged amused glances with Tom, both of you caught off guard but playing along. “Well, I suppose we shouldn’t break tradition,” Tom said with a wink, his British accent adding a touch of charm.

Under the mistletoe, surrounded by people you considered your family, you and your boyfriend shared a lighthearted, staged kiss, eliciting cheers and whistles from the crew. Cameras clicked, capturing the festive moment that would undoubtedly make its way into the behind-the-scenes footage.

As you pulled away, Rachel couldn’t resist teasing, “Ah, the magic of Christmas on set!” Tom chuckled, “Who knew mistletoe would find its way into the Hunger Games universe?”

The crew continued their work, but the festive spirit lingered. Throughout the day, more mistletoe moments were orchestrated with different cast members, each adding a touch of holiday cheer to the set which was amusing for fans to watch.

During a break, you found yourself by the craft services table, sipping on hot chocolate . Tom joined you, a playful glint still in his eyes. “I never thought I’d be kissing you under a mistletoe in the Capitol, of all places,” You laugh, nudging him as he fixes himself a hot chocolate.

~

“So, tell us, what was your favorite memory from filming during the Christmas season?” The interviewer, a charismatic woman with a warm smile, set the tone for the conversation.

Tom leaned forward with a twinkle in his eye, “Oh, that’s an easy one. Viola Davis in a Grinch costume. Nothing beats that sight on a festive set.” Laughter rippled through the room, and the interviewer joined in. “Viola Davis as the Grinch? That’s something we need to see!”

A few pictures appeared on the screen behind you and Tom, capturing the hilarious moment of Viola Davis fully embracing the holiday spirit as the Grinch. The audience erupted into laughter again, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the vivid memory.

As the laughter subsided, the interviewer turned to you, “And you Y/n? Any standout moments from the Christmas filming?” You smiled, recalling the unexpected joy that filled the set. “Well, Tom and I had a rather unexpected encounter with a mistletoe. I think everyone knows what I’m talking about right?” You look to the crowd who all agree.

The screen shifted to a video clip, capturing the behind-the-scenes moment when Josh and Rachel orchestrated the mistletoe surprise. You and Tom, caught off guard, shared a playful kiss under the strategically placed mistletoe, eliciting cheers and applause from the crew.

“There it is,” you said, gesturing to the screen. “That was our impromptu mistletoe moment. Josh and Rachel ensured we got into the holiday spirit, Capitol style, obviously” You give a wink, giggling at the sight of you and Tom in full capitol glamour.

Tom grinned, “It was a festive surprise, to say the least. But it made for a memorable Christmas on set,” The audience enjoyed the wholesome clip, and the interviewer couldn’t help but smile before they wrapped up the interview.

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wc;cw: 3.2k, all ocs r black coded<3, fratadjacent!ellie, she has community dick, dina being mawtha, mentions of psychs, weed n alcohol so dubcon, bad parties, light smut MDNI, pussy eating, err exhibitionism a lil bit, mentions of porn LOL

“Hand me my mascara, pleeease.” 

“… Lemme connect to the speaker then.” 

You sighed in exasperation at your roommate’s bargaining, placing the blaring device into her devious hands before snatching your mascara from her. She was puffing from her dab as she connected it to her phone, her playlist blasting through your small, shared space. 

HOW YOU WANNA FUCK WIT’ A STAR—

Niah returned to her ironing board, slicing and altering her ugly Christmas sweater so it was as revealing as possible. You should’ve followed in her lead; you were already burning up from your vanity lights and long, furry sleeves. 

You never attended holiday themed parties because they were the most packed, but Niah threatened to set your limited-edition vinyl set on fire if you didn’t show up. You did want to protect your rare records, but you were also planning to attend anyway for more selfish reasons. 

You hoped Dina didn’t hate you too much. 

Your good friend didn’t hesitate to scold you in person a couple of weeks ago, bursting into your room with a full IHOP platter and a sharp tongue. She was much calmer when she returned to her room after screaming at you, but you understood her initial anger. You definitely made a mistake. A pretty big mistake. 

Didn’t I tell your stupid ass to leave her alone! You don’t fucking listen, that’s your problem. 

Were you wrong for letting Dina’s best friend rearrange your guts in her roommate’s bed? Yes, without a doubt! 

Were you going to fuck her again despite her warnings? Absolutely! She fucks too good and finals are around the corner. You need a destressor!

Dina was able to let it go after reprimanding you, but you knew that she felt a bit uncomfortable whenever you two were in a room together. It wasn’t due to your private relationship, but because Ellie was a degenerate slut that greeted you by pinching your ass instead of waving like a normal person! 

You and Ellie’s newfound… friendship? Situation? You weren’t sure what the fuck this was. What do you call fucking someone you barely know four times a week and then seeing them in their Starbucks uniform every morning on your way to class? The main topic of conversation is always either can I get two cream cheeses instead of one? or hold this blunt so I can make you squirt. 

You know she likes turtles! She has a small tattoo of one right under her ear! You couldn’t stop poking it when she drove you back to your building after digging you out in her car last week. 

You knew Ellie had a reputation on campus for being a shroom-slinging whore, but she’s… more than that! She’s so funny! And cool. And pretty. And a sweet-talker and—

… You may have developed a little crush on her since you started fucking. You haven’t felt these high school butterflies since you were in high school. 

Plus, she rolls up for you sometimes! That counts for something, right?

You applied your mascara, wiggling in your desk chair excitedly while you downed the rest of your shot. You choked down the burning liquid, and your phone went off. 

You sucked your teeth, turning in your seat to face an occupied Niah as she bobby-pinned her Santa hat onto her head. 

“Did you tell Dina t’come early? It’s not even eleven.” 

She looked over her shoulder at you, “Nah, is she coming?” 

“She’s almost here,” you showed your best friend the messages, and she shook her head, hastily retreating to the mirror to straighten her appearance. And show more cleavage!

“This bitch, I tell you.” 

You poured and downed two more shots for good luck, smudged your liner, and shoved your phone into your jean shorts pocket. You sprinted over to your roomie and slapped her ass with a bright grin, making her snort. 

“You’re a hoe. Hand me my phone.” 

You grabbed the plush on her hips and thrusted into her ass, “I’m getting fuuucked, I’m getti—“

She laughed hard, “Get off me!” 

You squealed and jumped in elation before Dina rang your line and summoned the both of you downstairs. 

The music was the main reason you hated Christmas-themed parties. How are you supposed to bump and grind to The Little Boy that Santa Clause Forgot?! 

You, Niah, and Dina had been party-hopping for the last hour, and you were bored out of your fucking minds! You were more interested in watching the burning ash falling from Niah’s blunt than this packed house. 

The soccer house disappointed you. And you’re still horny! 

Dina grabbed you and Niah’s hands and ushered you onto the just as packed front porch, littered with drunk people singing and dancing in the middle of the blocked-off street. This seemed more fun than the party! 

You could see Jesse and his friends out of the corner of your eye, so you grabbed your friends’ arms and dragged them down the slippery steps; You were so desperate for entertainment that you surged through the freezing cold like nothing. 

“Jesse!” You waved your arms excitedly as you jogged up to him. 

Dina’s boyfriend whipped his head around and smiled once he saw you and the girls rushing up. You saw Ellie out of the corner of your eye, draped in her Nutcracker sweater that read CRACK DEEZ NUTZ in large white letters and an antler headband. She looked you up and down… a few times as she gawked at your bare legs. You were so happy you decided to risk hypothermia and wear fishnets!

Pretend you don’t see her! Don’t look desperate!

You threw your arms around an extremely high Jesse before greeting the rest of the soccer team with polite hugs. All except Ellie. You caught a glimpse of the small bong in her hand before she brought it up to her mouth to rip from it. 

Jesse’s slow drawl snapped you out of your leering, “Fuck, y’all aren’t cold?!” 

All three of you answered unanimously, “YES!”

The group erupted into light laughs before Niah cut in, “Bro not gon’ lie… the music’s trash in there— “

“THANK YOU!” “EXACTLY!” “I TOLD THAT FUCKER TO CHANG— “

The entire soccer team concurred loudly, but you were hardly paying attention. Your hazy mind was hyper-focused on Ellie’s dirty sneakers, watching her weight shift from one foot to the other as she listened and laughed along to the complaints. 

“Hi, Ellie.” 

An… overtly flirty tone that you didn’t recognize caught you off guard, and you immediately stiffened. You peeped and eyed the girl that walked up with her friends, pulling her into an incredibly awkward hug. You took note of how offput Ellie was by public affection. 

She received it anyway, “Hey yourself. How you been?” 

Your ears grew, “Fine, chilling. You selling?” 

She tsked, “Not tonight, sorry. You can come by tomorrow or something if you have time.” 

“Alright cool, I’ll text you. Have a good night,” you saw Ellie’s head jerk in acknowledgment before the group departed. Your eyes dropped to the floor in front of you. 

… Ellie never gave her an address. Has she been to their apartment before? 

“You okay?” 

You jumped at Niah’s concerned tone from behind you. You sighed and nodded at her, “We can leave anytime.” 

Before you could reply, Jesse spun and interrupted, grabbing your shoulders, “Leave? What the fuck, it’s Christmas! Come back with us.” 

“Where, uh, where are we goin’?” 

He rolled his eyes like it was obvious, “Back to our place. I already know Michael isn’t gonna change the fucking playlist ‘cuz he’s a fucking loser! Let’s go, c’mon.” 

You mistakenly looked at Ellie, who was already looking at you. Her eyes were shining with mischief, the corner of her mouth lifting in a sly grin. She looked like she was waiting for your answer. An excited zap went through your chest. You spoke without hesitation. 

“Yeah! Let’s go!” 

You secretly watched Ellie take another hit. 

That Uber XL was crammed as fuck, but at least the music banged! Finally! Future just saved your fucking night! 

And Jesse made edibles from scratch! Christmas came early!

Nothing about this night was going how you planned; You were supposed to be getting your shit wrecked by your newfound… whatever, but instead you were getting handed adult gifts from the soccer players! You were not expecting to receive a holiday-themed goodie bag filled to the brim with pungent, iced sugar cookies. 

Niah accepted both yours and hers eagerly before making her way towards the living room couch to dig in. You, Dina, and Jesse were all sitting at the small dining table playing Uno. Ellie was playing with you all, but she excused herself to her room to take a phone call, and you hadn’t seen her since. It was her turn! 

Dina and Jesse were having an intense argument about the 7 and 0 card rules, and you moved on autopilot. You looked around to see all the soccer players and Niah laughing and slumped on the couch before you stood and trekked down the hallway. You knocked on her door. 

“Ellie? It’s your turn to take!” 

… Silence. No response. 

You knocked on her door again, “Ellie?”

You heard some shuffling come from inside, so you decided to check on her. She smoked a lot; Maybe she needed some help getting into bed! 

You slowly twisted the doorknob and peeped through the small opening in the wood, and her raspy tone immediately filled your ears like warm honey. 

“Uh huh, rub that clit like I would. Nice’n slow.” 

Ellie was completely shirtless on her bed as she twirled her antlers with her free hand, shoes kicked off as she spewed filth to… whoever the fuck was on the other line. She couldn’t see you, and you felt guilty for spying, but the fire that she ignited in your stomach planted your feet to the floor. 

“Mhm, miss you so fucking bad.” 

… Why were you still fucking snooping! Shut the fucking door! 

“Yeah? Gonna let me?” 

Why’d you almost nod? You’re losing it; You need to fuck her!

“Wanna know something really hot?” She whispered. Your heart was pounding in your chest and your palms were sweaty. Yes, you do! Anything! 

“I think we have an audience,” she hummed with a sly grin, setting her headband on her thigh before looking up at you. You nearly hit the floor like your stomach just did. 

She chuckled and your clit throbbed. You hate how desperate she gets you, “Yeah, she’s cute. She has the wettest pussy I’ve ever fucked.” 

Your body was on fire and your breathing was shaky; You swore to send your hospital bill to her address. She was going to put you in a coma! 

“Yeah… tag team her with me,” she bit her lip after her suggestion and that was enough to get you to slam the door. For the first time in your life, your embarrassment overshadowed your arousal. You heard her giggling! You're never going outside again! 

“Why the fuck are you standing there like that.” 

You let out a shocked noise at Dina’s voice, trying to look as… not creepy as possible. 

“I, uh, Ellie… S-She fell asleep! It was, um, her turn to pull and I just— “ 

You felt your phone vibrate on your cheek. Dina crossed her arms in front of her, staring you down with an arched brow. You flinched and pulled your device out, Ellie’s message sitting on your bright screen.

You held back your shudder. 

You heard Dina sigh, “Y’all better not be loud.” 

You glanced up at Dina’s hushed tone, her brow arched at you. 

“H-Huh?” 

“Niah isn’t going anywhere, and neither are you. Go see her,” she sighed and pointed at your snoring roomie. “Just don’t be loud. His room is right next to hers and I’m tired.” 

Your arms wrapped around her as you cheesed. 

“Ireallydidn’twantthistobeweirdIloveyousomuch— “

She snickered in your ear and patted your ass in encouragement, “Yeah, yeah, okay. Just… just try’n keep it light, okay? Have a good time and leave it at that.” 

“I will! Promise!” 

You planted a wet kiss on her cheek before turning to yank at Ellie’s doorknob again. 

You busted into Ellie’s room and was immediately hit with the sound of your moans. 

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, nonchalantly packing the same bong from earlier as your… series of Snapchat memories played on the table. She looked up at you upon entry. 

“‘Sup.” 

You waved lamely and immediately cringed. Why does she make you so fucking nervous! 

“… Wanna hit?” She ushered the bong to you. You shook your head and… spoke. You’re such an idiot! 

“No thanks… but you can, uh… h-hit this pussy?” 

The shock on her face made you pray for lightning to strike you down, never to be seen or heard from again because what the fuck did you just say and why did it sound like your screams from her phone were increasing in volume—

Ellie giggled. She actually laughed, and it made you smile. She sounded so cute, like she doesn’t obliterate pussy on a day-to-day basis! 

She grabbed her lighter and lit her overstuffed bowl, muttering into the opening, “Come watch this with me.” 

Your gut erupted with excitement when you shuffled closer, taking a seat right next to her, your shoulders touching. She blew her smoke away from you before grabbing her phone from her nightstand! How long did these memories go on for!

“I never got to ask,” she swiped to the next video of you gagging on her fingers. “You do porn?” 

You choked on air, “… No?”

She looked at you blankly, her thumb moving mindlessly on the screen, “You should. You’re so good in front of a camera.” 

Your face burned like she called you the most beautiful person in the world. Don’t look at her titties!

“Thank you!” You squealed with a bright smile. 

“Mhm,” Ellie gawked at you before shutting her phone off and tossing it behind her, pulling at the hem of your shorts, “Lay down’n take these off.” 

Your shoes went flying across her room, almost hitting her dresser before yanking your shorts down your legs. Ellie stood and grabbed your chin, halting your frantic movements and pressing a light kiss to your lips. The feeling didn’t last a second, but you swore your heart grew a heart before it exploded into red glitter in your chest. You’re shocked the remaining specs didn’t land on her face. She hardly ever kisses you!

“Gonna let me eat this angel cunt before I knock out?” 

You were a mere dog on a leash. You know your eyes glossed over at her tone. She smirked knowingly, pushing your shoulder until you laid flat on her blanket before dropping to her knees in front of you. 

You didn’t have time to take your fishnets off, so she tore the crotch of them with her two veiny hands, —holy fuck—exposing the wet patch on your lace panties. 

She didn’t bother to remove flimsy, damp fabric, merely moving it to the side and revealing the soft, curly hairs on your pussy, your clit throbbing whenever her breath hit it. 

“You gotta pornstar pussy, swear to god.” 

You snorted and looked down, “Why do you want me to do porn so bad?!” 

She sneered playfully, “I’m a girl with needs and I’m asking my favorite link to help me out. You get a fat check and I nut, everybody wins!” 

You laughed brightly, “You’re annoying!” 

She rolled her eyes before licking deeply into you. Your whole body shuddered at the feeling of her soft tongue, your hand finding solace in the loose strands from her bun. You moved her hair from her face, sitting up on an elbow so you could watch her lick you out. She started slowly, swirling her wet muscle on your pulsing bud, spread your slick around before dipping down, shoving her tongue in your pussy, and coming back up to spit all your juices on your clit 

Your thighs were trying to jerk closed around her head, but she pried them open, digging her nails into your plush skin in warning. Your wet gasps were catching in your throat with every skilled swipe of her tongue, your lashes fluttering 

You couldn’t hold back the loud moan that escaped when her tongue pressed against your walls, and she pulled away, landing a harsh slap on your pussy, “Don’t wake my friend up.” 

Your head jerked, “M’—oh fuck— “

She murmured uh huh right on your clit, and eyes rolled, your hips bucking down to get her to drag her tongue over that one spot again you love it when she licks right there—

She sucked your clit into her mouth, her soft lips massaging your sensitive bundle. Your ankles locked behind her head, her bun completely dismantled in your tight grip. 

“Ellie— “

“Yeah, angel? Boutta cum?” she mumbled against your pussy. 

“Y-Yeah— “

She snatched a hand from your thigh and fucked her index finger into your cunt, hitting all your spots like it was in her nature. 

You tried your hardest to shut the fuck up, but you couldn’t! Whines escaped your mouth as quietly as they could as she fucked and ate your cunt at the same time. Your soft walls were squeezing around her calloused finger like it never wanted her to leave, completely drenched in your slick.

“Cutest fuckin’ pussy. Give it t’me, needa drink that cum— “

Your jaw dropped in a silent scream, your walls clenching and squeezing and leaking on her before your orgasm crashed into you. Your lashes fluttered and your eyes crossed in your head, a line a drool dripping off your tongue and onto your fuzzy sweater. Your toes won't uncurl in your damaged stockings; You definitely weren’t going home tonight! 

You watched Ellie swallow every drop of your cum, releasing hums of satisfaction after every pulse of your pussy. Her eyes were sparkling! 

She forced the last of your pleasure out of you until you went limp on her mattress and pushed her head away. She landed a light kiss on your thigh before standing to stretch. 

“Take this shit off and lay down with me.” 

She lightly pulled at your sweater sleeve and rejuvenated you, tearing it and your bra from your body. She eyed your tits before walking over to her side of the bed and shredding her jeans off, sliding under her cotton sheets.

She said nothing, her back turned to you as her body relaxed into her pillows. You felt a little shunned, but she took care of you like she always does when you come over! You tucked yourself in, hyper-focusing on the blotchy bruises on her neck and red lines that cascaded down her toned back until you drifted off with a dull sting in your chest. 

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[v4mpirezz]

Ahh could we please have Tennant and Dikke Christmas headcanons? 🥹❤️ (yandere content is good too!!!) thank you in advance~

CHRISTMAS!

A/n: HAD TO DO THIS REQUEST CUZ ITS CHRISTMAS YOU GUYS! MERRY CHRISTMAS! Do you like lil banner? TEEHEE I made it myself <3 This was so cute, extra fluff and a tiny nice break from Yandere content! Hope you enjoy nonnie!

TENNANT

She’s definitely gonna sneak in the mistletoe

“Oh? Would you look at that, a mistletoe in between us.. You know what that means, right my lady~?”

She is your secret Santa by the way!

Therefore don’t be surprised when you open your gift and find an absolutely gorgeous necklace/ pair of earrings/ accessory.

Ok BUT IMAGINE THIS, she dresses up as Santa and hands you your gift herself! It’s funny yet adorable seeing her wearing a bright red hat and suite with a white beard.

Bakes gingerbread cookies with you, standing behinds you and folding the dough together as she kisses your cheek lovingly.

Teases you but asking if you’ve been goof this Christmas, she even buys a freaking elf on the shelf saying how it’s watching over you-

The type to put mistletoes EVERYWHERE so you get to kiss every 2 minutes or so :)

Kill her

Sitting on the couch, cuddling with a blanket to keep warm while the fireplace is on are precious moments to her.

She makes hot chocolate for the both of you!

If you also got her a gift her heart will melt. She’ll look at you with such loving eyes and hug you.

“Thank you my love.. Although, you are the best gift I could ever receive this Christmas.”

DIKKE

I don’t think she has really celebrated Christmas, she’s probably too busy or doesn’t have anyone to celebrate with so it’s definitely a new experience.

The whole mistletoe thing is something she’s completely clueless of, so when you point it out with a flustered face she just stands there awkwardly confused about what that means.

However, once you explain that you two must kiss, she’ll say “Ah!” With a small smile and give you a small kiss.

“How interesting this whole Christmas celebration can be.. I suppose thou should teach me more about it.”

Building a gingerbread house with her can be a bit messy.. ok, VERY messy. She’ll get a bit frustrated because the peices won’t stick together properly and will slide, at that point you two won’t even build it but instead grab the pieces, cover it in icing, pop some sprinkles and eat it.

I FEEL LIKE SHE WOULD ACTUALLY ENJOY HOT CHOCOLATE, she especially wants it with extra small marshmallows.

For your present, she wants to gift you something meaningful and poetic. Perhaps an accessory or outfit with a letter saying how she thinks it will bring out your eyes, make them sparkle like shining stars in a dark sky.

Dikke is also a good listener so if you ever mention something you’ve always wanted, or even something you loved as a child but lost and couldn’t find a replacement, expect for her to gift you something like that, something that can be special to you.

She will wear a Christmas hat if you do too, but she won’t help but want to kiss your entire face because of how cute you look to her!

Honestly a holiday where she smiles the most, and she’s so cute smiling! So precious. She loves Christmas if it means spending it with you, cuddling together in order to stay warm and drink hot chocolate.

Imagine her mouth covered in hot chocolate without her noticing HEHHEH.

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Mistle-toeing

Warnings: fluff, a really annoying "i-don't-know-limits" man.

Word count: 4.5k

Disclaimer: this was the first lil thing I wrote about Angie. I do hope you enjoy it <3

Morning came and you groaned as your alarm rang and pulled you out of dreamland. You pulled your arm from under the covers and slapped it off, proceeding to stretch and swing your legs to the side of the bed, putting one foot in front of the other before opening the curtains and getting hit by the morning light. 

You rubbed your eyes and blinked repeatedly as they adjusted to the light, getting ready for a much needed shower that’d finally wake you up. It was going to be a long, long, day, you thought, before stepping under the stream of warm water and letting your dreams wash away with it.

As you walked through the streets of Collinsport, you pulled on the brown, thick coat you wore, trying - and failing - to hide your nose from the cold so it wouldn’t turn rudolph red. 

Quickly, you entered the building and shuddered at the change of temperature, ruffling your hair to get rid of the snow that had collected in it, and running your hands along your coat to clean it up from the little white particles that had stuck to it. Rubbing your hands together to warm them up a little bit, your eyes scanned the place.The sight was not the usual; and the energy felt different. A good kind of different.

The office was decorated all around, giving the usually white, clean, serious and cold surrounding, a cozier feeling. An elegantly decorated tree sat next to the coffee machine, which now had an addition of delicious ginger cookies on the counter, along with garlands up on the walls and some wreaths hanging in between them, finished with lights adorning the cubicles, everything strategically placed so it was a harmonious look. Funnily enough, everyone seemed just as surprised as you were. In the few months you’d been around, you had never heard of the office celebrating any kind of festivity, but, well… Here you were, with decorations along the office boxes, Christmas music playing in the background (you recognized Sinatra’s Let it Snow) and Nancy, Angie’s secretary (and your confidante) wearing a Santa hat. You guessed this was her making, and you couldn’t fathom how she had convinced Angie Bouchard to let this happen. 

As you walked by Nancy, you waved shyly at her, mouthing a “Good morning, Nance” and receiving a big smile in return, followed by a wink - you didn’t get the reason for the last gesture, but you knew she always knew things you didn’t. To be honest… you were quite oblivious.

Absentmindedly walking towards your desk, the decorations distracted you from the pair of cobalt eyes following your every move, like a predator stalking its prey, silently, meticulously, and waiting until you had reached your designed space, still staring and assessing your reaction to the changes.

You dropped your leather bag on the desk unceremoniously and hung your coat on the chair, starting your computer to check for the new mails - but something felt off. A glimpse of red showed up on the corner of your eye, and you rapidly turned your head towards the salient colour. There was a gift sitting on your desk. You stared suspiciously at the neatly wrapped box that sported a ruby red colour, finished with a golden bow. No one in the office was too close to you, so this was quite the surprise. Carefully lifting the box while looking for the tag, you instead found a neat card that had your name elegantly written on it, alongside a small message;

“Y/N,

A little birdie told me you had been staring at these for quite some time.

I do hope you enjoy them thoroughly.

P.S., I see you’ve got good taste. Very nice choices.”

You turned the card around to find any kind of initial or name, but ended up with nothing. Saving the little card safely on your bag, you pulled on the ends of the ribbon and watched it fall lightly on the desk. The tips of your fingers grazed the red wrapping paper, feeling its soft texture and travelled down the softness of it until it met one of the seams; your nails picked on the scotch tape and lifted it, being meticulous enough so it wouldn’t tear. 

After you pulled the box out, you kept trying to figure out what it could be. And when it opened, you had to bite your lower lip to keep the grin from taking over your whole face, yet still jumped up and down in your spot excitedly. Inside it there were two of the vinyls you had been looking at the store for the past two weeks, but always decided to not buy them just yet: Herbie Hancock’s Crossings, and Santana’s Caravanserai. 

You were a huge music geek, and these were recently out. You looked around hoping to recognize something in someone’s eyes or expression, any tell-tale sign, but only found Nancy’s warm eyes; “Oh!” you exclaimed. 

In one of your many conversations with Angie’s secretary, you had gushed about one of these two albums and how much you absolutely loved Christmas, considering it was big back at home. You set the vinyls back on the box and walked towards Nancy, but before you could open your mouth, she spoke without even drifting her eyesight from the computer screen. 

“That was not me, dear.” You cocked an eyebrow up and a quizzical look took over your features. “Well - if it wasn’t you, then…” Nancy looked up at you and shrugged innocently. “I have no idea, darling. But they do seem to be paying attention to you.” With that, you decided to drop the topic and go back to work; god knows the secretary would not spill any more information. Jesus, this woman could get caught by the CIA and keep everyone’s secret’s safe, acting like she knew absolutely nada. And even when you tried to avoid your workload, you had a lot to catch up on. Yet, you found yourself looking back at the little card and reading it repeatedly during the day, smiling at the neat handwritten message.

The day passed by fairly quickly, and you were drained. Meetings, mails, getting ready for the end of the year at Angel’s Bay meant absolute mayhem, you learned. The thought of a warm cup of hot chocolate and a good Christmas movie under the warm covers of your bed, in the safety of your little flat made you yearn for the end of the shift, when you could finally relax. With that in mind, you finished typing the document you were working on and stood up from your chair, quickly making your way towards the coffee counter, eyes focused on the warm cups of chocolate that Nancy had just put down, turning towards you to gift you a soft, caring smile. You loved that woman to bits, and she knew you had been having a hard time lately. Christmas was not a day you were used to spending alone, so the thought of it had been taking a toll on you the past week. Of course, Nancy was constantly checking on you and doing small things to cheer you up - asking about your day and if you ate, to which you would roll your eyes playfully and answer while chuckling “Yes, mom”, or leaving candy canes on your desk, and now preparing your favourite thing ever; hot chocolate. She left the tray and kept walking forward towards her desk, which was right next to Angie’s office.

You grabbed the warm, white cup and the sweet smell of chocolate invaded your senses, bringing you the comfort you were looking for. There were small marshmallows on top as well, and you had to contain your excitement to avoid squealing like a little kid from the happiness it brought you. 

While you were immersed in your hot chocolate cup, you didn’t realize who was walking towards you, until your personal space seemed to be awfully invaded by a strong cologne that reeked of musk - not the good kind. You don’t know what you despised the most; the smell or the person who came along with it. 

Freaking Jack from the sales department. Another of the smug assholes who never took “no” for an answer, because his fragile ego could not take it. He’d been trying to get your attention since the first day you started working at Angel’s Bay, taking advantage of any situation he had to brag about himself - god, he was so full of himself. Today was not the exception. The rest of the girls in the office swooned over him; it was sort of like a Belle and Gastón kinda situation. Terrible, to say the least. 

You heard him clear his throat and rolled your eyes before plastering the most fake smile you could manage, turning back to look at him.

“Jack.”

“Y/N, what a coincidence” Not. 

“Yeah, well, considering we work on the same floor, I'd call it a very probable event.” You said, matter-of-factly. You knew he had spent the last 5 minutes looking around for you, and you actively avoided him. It’s not that you disliked him… No, no, it was that you disliked him. A lot.

He laughed forcibly at your statement, flashing you what should be considered a perfect grin, but instead came off as straight up weird. “Oh, aren’t you a funny one” 

Realizing how close he was, you took a few steps back, and he followed suit, playing aloof while talking about his day, not bothering to ask you about yours, until you were standing in front of the tree, and very much cornered. You hugged the mug to your chest and felt it warm your skin up, looking around nervously, meeting Nancy’s eyes and praying she saw the apprehension in yours and came in to save you from this idiot, who wouldn’t stop talking.

Speaking of the devil, you saw a sharp, mischievous smile form on his lips, and you knew he had come up with some sort of plan to make you even more uncomfortable. He had his eyes glued to the ceiling, and for a moment you thought he had just… rebooted himself. Who knows.

Following Jack’s eyes, your own gaze sat on the pointy green leaves that accompanied the white, round fruit, delicately placed with a red bow over your heads. Of course you had to be standing under the one mistletoe that was up. You mentally facepalmed as soon as your mind registered the little plant, and you regreted every single decision that had taken you to this situation.

“Well, well, well… Seems like we have found ourselves under the mistletoe, my dearest y/n”. His voice lowered in an attempt to sound seductive, and it only made you want to smack the satisfaction off of his face. He grabbed the mug from your hands and left it back on the counter, not giving you a chance to speak before talking once again. “You know what it means. And it’s tradition, lovely y/n.” 

You were at a loss for words as you felt his rough hands grab you by the waist and pull you against him, as your hands landed on his chest and you attempted to keep him away. 

“Jack - this is not funny. Back off, please.”

The rest of the office had started speaking in whispers and hushed laughs, presencing Jack’s shenanigan as if it were nothing but a simple joke. They watched amused, except for two pairs of eyes. One belonging to Nancy, of course, and the other cobalt blue pair throwing daggers with her eyes, ready to strike.

“As I said, it’s tradition, y/n. Come on, don’t be such a buzzkill. I promise you’ll like it.” He said smugly, while leaning in.

You were so lost in thinking about what to do and how to kick the man and get away from his grubby hands, you didn’t even listen to the faint clicking of heels that had sent the whole office scrambling back to their desks and work, as well as the cold silence that had taken over. You could only hear your own blood pumping in your ears, until the clicking of the heels stopped. And Jack’s face looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Such a pretty face stuck on the body of a useless man. If I were you, I would leave this instant. That is, if you wish to keep your hands.” Her words seethed with venom, eyes shining brightly and sporting a menacing look, alongside an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on dancing on her deep blue orbs. Was it hatred? Jealousy? No, it couldn’t be. She stared at his hands grabbing your waist, which were quickly dropped and followed by an amount of excuses Angie was clearly not interested in listening to. 

“Listen up, boy. You better gather your things immediately and leave the building within the next 10 minutes, or you’ll suffer a much, much terrible destiny. Your reputation is already ruined as it is.” She spoke without paying mind to the man, now a stuttering mess, who left the moment she had gone silent.

You dreaded the thought of being on his spot… Until you realized you were next. “Shit.” You said quietly, breathing deeply and getting as ready as you could to confront the upcoming interaction.

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A fucking mistletoe. A single piece of dangly fruit that hung over your head, reminding you of the promise it brought, mocking you with its gentle swaying. You swore that if it could talk, it’d laugh at you. One little mistletoe that had gotten you in this mess.

“Fuck - fuck fuck fuck” you thought, as your eyes tried to set on anything but the alluring woman in front of you, her red, full, pouty lips, the defined jawline and high cheekbones, the softness of her porcelain-like skin, the intensity of her cobalt eyes that added to that ethereal, almost unrealistic look - no, nope. Stop. Stop thinking about it.

You didn’t even need to look at her. Instead, your eyes were glued to the floor, which suddenly became extremely interesting. Your gaze set on anything and everything it could. You probably never payed this much attention to the rugs before, but you had decided the best idea was to count every single damn thread in it, if it meant you could avoid the situation. Still, the air seemed to thicken, and you could feel the wicked smile setting on her ruby red lips as she looked at what hung over your heads, completely understanding what it meant. Suddenly, you felt hot under that piercing stare that turned your cheeks bright red and made the shirt you were wearing feel a tad bit too tight. 

The way your name left her lips made you feel like your knees had turned to liquid, and you swore they buckled slightly. Her voice was all that was tempting in this world - sultry, velvety tone, honey-dripping. Christ, even the foulest of words would feel like a damn poem coming out of her mouth. You could only imagine what it would be like in a more intimate setting, your name leaving her lips with passion and lust. And god, you wanted to hear that prayer repeatedly. You only thought of worshipping her.

Your thoughts didn’t matter anymore - there was simply no way you’d get more flustered. She repeated your name, two, three times, before grabbing your chin in between her thumb and index finger, softly raising it, forcing you to redirect your eyes back up. You peered up at her through your eyelashes, as she dropped her hand and pushed a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. Your lips parted at the glimpse of her features, the same features that had flooded your dreams countless times. An almost inaudible sight left your mouth, and you wanted to convince yourself she had not noticed; but you knew she did, she always did. Her right eyebrow lifted ever so slightly, and there was the ghost of a pleased smile on her lips, before she spoke again and broke the obvious ogling you had going on. 

Your throat felt dry and you cleared your throat to avoid the crack of your voice, because the last thing you needed was to falter in front of the one and only Angie Bouchard.

“I’m beginning to think the floor is much more interesting than listening to me, y/n. I did not know I could be so uninteresting.” She said in a scolding manner, yet there was a tint of playfulness that bathed the statement.

That was the last drop you needed, and like a dam breaking, your words spilled out quickly, without a single thought behind them. You just needed to say something.

“I - I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t know there was a mistletoe and I don’t really know who put it up here but I just wanted a cup of hot chocolate and, well, you know, Jack arrived too and - I am very aware of the rules but it… it wasn’t like that I promise, I - why is there a mistletoe there? I swore it wasn’t when I got here!” your nervousness expressed itself on rambling, speaking without even taking a breath, while Angie watched clearly amused at your nervousness. She tilted her head to the left and her soft blonde hair followed the motion, falling over her shoulder until it set properly. She let out a soft chuckle that echoed in the floor, as everyone watched the exchange with curious eyes. The realization of the scene made you shut your eyes with shame and sigh defeatedly.

You didn’t know if she was about to have your head on a platter and fire you in front of everyone, scold you as if you were a five year old brat, or just leave without saying another word.

And you didn’t know what option was worse. But in between the plethora of scenes and options you ruminated, the upcoming one was definitely not in the books.

“So, tell me, did you like your gift?” She said, redirecting the conversation. You paused and narrowed your eyes at her. “Gift? What gift - wait. That was you?” Your voice had shown more shock than you would’ve liked to, but to be fair, it was pretty damn shocking. 

Angie smiled, pleased with herself and your reaction, nodding once. “I had a little help, but someone told me this festivity is quite the big deal for you…” You shook your head and recovered the words you’d been missing. “I loved it. You didn’t have to, boss.”

She rolled her eyes and softened her gaze. “Drop the formalities, darling, you can call me Angie. And I’m glad you liked it. Nancy worked hard on the decorations of the floor.”

Of course the secretary was in all of this. You giggled and hid your face in your hands, shaking your head side to side. “A little birdie, huh? So it was Nancy.”

“Well, she told me about one of the albums, and the hot chocolate. Technically, there were two little birdies. The owner of the shop told me how much time you spent there looking at Santana’s vinyl. I didn’t need to do much, one stare and the information was there, willing and able.” She shrugged unapologetically before speaking up once more. This time, the timing of her words was slower, more thought out, and felt very private. She lowered her voice and inched closer to you, the mistletoe still dancing over your heads. And you were far too aware of it, your eyes travelling up quickly, before locking back with Angie’s.

“As for the Christmas decorations… You do get loud when you speak about something you like, don’t you know that? Whether it's music, festivities, or… people.” The last word made your blood run cold and the smile dissipate from your lips - her voice dropped and seemed to be impossibly attractive, but all you could think about was the fact that Angie found out about your crush. Detail, big fat detail: your crush on her.

Considering how many times you had spoken to Nancy about your admiration for Angie, and how every single one of those times she’d tease you -“Wipe the drool from off your face, y/n” she’d lean in and whisper- either for how you couldn’t stop smiling when speaking about the blonde enchantress, how your eyes lit up when she passed by (and how you’d get flustered every single time) or for every time you looked at her a little too long, you mentally scolded yourself for doing it in front of her office. Not the smartest of moves if you’re trying to keep it a secret.

“I - Oh.”  She nodded softly and repeated your words “Yes, oh.”

The silence fell heavy between you, and the energy shifted into a tense, addicting feeling. You were sure you could feel electricity surging between both of you, and you definitely didn’t miss Angie’s eyes looking up at the mistletoe. “Ah, the infamous mistletoe. Shouldn’t we honour the tradition, then?” Her voice seemed impossibly seductive, and you were sure this is how mermaids had to speak - it was far too enticing, far too consuming.

She inched closer and snaked her arm behind your waist, pulling you in, hips snug against each other. You felt the rhythmic rising and falling of her chest, synchronizing your own breathing to hers. The proximity made you extremely nervous, and you kept breathing in her perfume, that intoxicating scent that made your brain go into overdrive and your heart beat faster. Your eyes followed the outline of her lips and marvelled at the way the light and shadow mixed and hit them, making them look even better. The lights of the tree twinkled softly and reflected on her eyes, which transformed them into the most beautiful starry sky; a universe in its own. You had gotten lost in the thought of them countless times, and here you were, staring right at them, feeling completely vulnerable and transparent, like she could read your mind. 

Her right hand travelled up to your neck, thumb, index and middle finger pressing softly on each side of it as it looked for your pulse points, not leaving the spot once they had found it. You were inches apart, and as if the teasing was already not enough, she gently pressed the first kiss on the corner of your mouth, moving to the other side, doing the same thing before putting some distance between both. “Is this okay?” She said softly. You could barely nod, absolutely immersed in the situation.

After your confirmation, she brushed your lips against hers before pressing them softly. You wanted to remember every sensation, the plump feeling of your lips against her, the softness of her mouth, the intoxicating scent, her electric touch. You felt her hands grab your waist and press down, her nails digging in your skin with just the right amount of pressure, and you relaxed against the kiss. 

Angie lightly slid her tongue across your bottom lip as if asking for permission, which you dutifully granted. You drew a deep, staggered breath at the surge of sensations and the heat you felt coursing your whole body. The kiss grew intense as she sucked on your lips and a shallow hum escaped her, completely pleased at the feeling she evoked on you and how you felt.

She tasted like a sweet, addicting nectar. And right then and there, you knew there was nothing you’d crave more in your life. Nothing that felt more right than this. Her body responded to yours and they moulded perfectly together, your primal needs clawing its way to the surface, and begging, begging you to not let her go. And so, your hands locked behind her slender neck, pulling her impossibly closer. They moved towards her face and caressed her cheek softly.

You swore you could feel your heart push through your chest as Angie’s left hand left your waist, which immediately missed the pressure and warmth of her touch, travelling through your upper body to set roots on top of your fastly beating heart. You felt so alive - and she felt it too, smiling through the kiss at the amount of power she held over your fragile heart, knowing, deeply knowing, you were hers. Her nails raked over your heart as she bit down on your lower lip and growled, “mine”. And there was simply no way you could ever contradict that statement, for the woman had been the owner of your heart since the moment you set eyes on her. 

The tidal wave of lust that had washed over both of you slowly started to set once you parted from the kiss to allow air into your burning lungs. Still dazed from the experience, you were sure you’d wake up from the dream at any given second. Angie’s thumb still ran across your lips reassuringly, her pupils blown wide, black against cobalt blue with shimmering lights reflecting from the tree. All danger, adventures and strong desire, a reckless sea, a new odyssey - and with all the trouble it might come, you knew it was absolutely worth it. 

Exhaling and taking a step back from you - which made you miss her warmth immediately - the blonde woman intertwined your fingers with hers, squeezing your hand before looking back at the rest of the office, which had seen the exchange and were staring slack-jawed.

“I do not like it when people touch things that belong to me. Good thing I put up that mistletoe and everyone knows who you belong to, now.” She winked at you, and before you could open your mouth to protest, shut you up by pressing one last soft kiss to your lips.  Angie hummed in approval while assessing the messy red tint on your mouth; her work made her chest fill with pride, before wiping the red stains from your mouth as best as she could, although she liked the view, the mark she’d left on you. Somehow hers didn’t seem messy at all.

Before you realized, Angie was walking towards your desk, pulling you along with her, ignoring the staring and whispers. Confused, you followed like a lost puppy. Honestly, you’d go anywhere she took to you, without thinking about it.

“Grab your things, darling. We’re not done yet.” She purred. 

You were completely entranced, and stumbled over your desk to grab your things, as she stared amused at your clumsiness. Once you had your coat, bag and gift, you looked at the muse in front of you and waited for instructions. She went into her office and gathered her purse and car keys, before saying goodbye to Nancy. You did the same thing, earning a sly smile from the old lady behind the computer. 

“Take the rest of the day, Nancy. Go enjoy it with your family.” Angie said, sauntering towards the door with a hand possessively set on your waist. You were sure you’d faint if she kept this going.

“Well, dear. What is it that we’re going to do to enjoy our first Christmas together?” She spoke while turning the car on. You held onto those words like a promise, like an oath, and giggled at the thought of what a little plant could do.

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[carolmunson]

feelin' mighty fine

rockstar!eddie x actress!reader

inspired by: merry christmas, baby part of carol's christmas song blitz a/n: this is a heavily reworked version of the opening for chrismtas '97 in the rockstar!eddie au. it just wasn't working in the story so i'm making it it's own standalone! you don't have to know much about my rockstar!eddie au to enjoy it -- but just know, you're a famous actress married to rockstar eddie munson and have twins - van and violet, they're about three here. would recommend listening to the song before or during reading to catch the vibe.

cw: 18+, brief smut mention/description, dad!eddie, parenthood, some swearing?, brief alcohol mention. minors dni 4eva. fluff, fluff, fluff.

December 23rd, 1997 - Chicago Stadium

It was the last night of tour before the four of you, exhausted, would travel back to Indiana. It's a short flight, but getting the kids on a jet at midnight didn't sound like the Christmas Eve Eve plans you wanted to make. The twins were fussy backstage, the nanny long sent home earlier that morning since they'd have Wayne and everyone else to help you in Hawkins.

It was half way through the set and the kids should've been sleeping but they wanted to watch from the wings with you, Vi in your arms and Van by your feet -- both safe in headphones made to fit them perfectly to block out the sound. As the song ends and the crowd screams, you can see Eddie running toward you backstage, pulling his guitar from over him with a tech rushing by you to retrieve it. He only has a minute or two while Jeff works the crowd but he never wastes it. His skin shines with sweat, tattoos glimmering over his arms and chest.

"Hey, you havin' fun?" he doesn't wait for an answer, pulling you in from the back of then neck to kiss you. His mouth is cold from the water he's been drinking, he tastes like the faint twang of tequila from the flask in his back pocket. A hint of his mid-show cigarette lingers on his lips.

"Are you having fun, sleepy girl?" he asks Violet, she giggles and hides in the curls that match her dad's, "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

He looks down, seeing Van nearly jumping out of his little leather jacket to have his dad pick him up, "Shouldn't you be in bed, too?"

Eddie scoops him up, smattering his face in kisses -- Van shrieks in laughter so Violet laughs, too. Never one to miss out on kisses, she reaches for her dad desperately before Eddie pops her onto his free hip. He double fists the twins like he used to double fist bottles of Don Julio.

"Honey, you gotta go," you urge, you notice the tech waiting with Ed's other guitar by the wings.

"Okay, okay, sorry -- one more kiss, okay?" he nods to the twins, pressing a kiss to each cheek before placing them back down on the fold out chairs next to you.

"And one more for mommy," he swoons, slinging the new guitar over his shoulder. You roll your eyes and let him smooch you all sloppy, he grins like you just met when he's done. Ed tosses you a wink before rushing out to the stage where he starts to talk into the mic about what's coming up. The tech rushes by you again with Santa hats in his hands -- running onto the stage to pass them out to Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, and the rest of the band.

"Now normally we don't do this shit, we like to keep it a lil' scary here -- but it is Christmas time so, I wanted to play a little somethin' special. Y'all know Otis Redding?" Eddie asks. You beam, you know exactly what he's about to get the band to play. The crowd screams, barricades straining against them while they bounce and jump.

"I wanted to introduce some fellas on brass who are comin' to join us for this number," Eddie puts his hand back to reference a small brass band stepping onto the platform next to Gareth's drum set, "Give 'em a 'round of applause for me."

The applause is rauccus and the brass players wave sheepishly from their platform. You guess it's not often that they're playing with a band that used to be in the news for 'promoting Satan's music'. Especially not with someone with a reputation as sordid as Eddie's.

As the horns begin to play, Eddie puts on his Santa hat and gets close to the mic, "This song's called 'Merry Christmas, Baby', I'm sure most of ya know it. But it was my mama's favorite -- she used to wear that record out so much that my daddy had to buy it for her twice. So this is for my mama, and all the mama's that are out there tonight."

He winks towards the camera that fed out to the screens for the back seats, sending the women in the crowd to their knees. Their screeches nearly drowned out the opening chords.

Eddie's voice has a gruffness that meets the songs needs, Jeff's joining his in a playful duet. As the intro finishes, they both trade their shrill riffs for a funky bass lines and twangs to match the energy from the brass.

"Well I'm feelin' mighty fine y'all, got my music on the raay-di-oooo..." Eddie sings with a smile, his eyes closed against the bright lights. There's a lightness about him that his fans rarely see, something soft, something you get to see at home. Like when the babies would fall asleep on his chest.

"Feel like I wanna kiss ya, babe, standin' underneath that mistletoe..." he drawls, and you can see his head turn to try and peer at you behind the curtain. A silent dedication. He'd kiss you all the time if he could.

The crowd claps in time with the beat. You can see the gleams of painted nails and rings, silver bracelets, and leather arm cuffs glinting in the light of the first three rows. There was an air of genuine surprise that the crowd was singing the lyrics with them, but the holidays infect everyone. Even 'god damn delinquents', as put so delicately by the venues owner.

"Sure did treat me nice, said you bought me all those presents, and I feel like I'm in paradise..."

And overwhelming wave of nostalgia hits you as they reach the music breakdown, remembering what it was like before the kids were born. How things felt before you got married. You'd wait in his dressing room, watching the feedback on the TV in the corner, eating the snacks and drinking the champagne he'd get for you on his rider. He'd come back at the end of the show, dripping in sweat, vibrating from all the coke, chugging a bottle of Jack Daniels.

The grizziliness of him was so fucking hot at the time he didn't even have to ask you to bend over the couch. He'd rail into you so hard you could barely breathe, hand entwined in your hair, dampening your shirt when he pressed you against his slick chest.

"Been thinkin' about you all night. This tight fucking pussy," he'd grunt, whiskey might as well have been seeping out of his pores. But he was so different now. So straightened up. So present.

He was clean long before the twins were born, but something changed in him when they came. He was so alive again. Just so fucking happy to be there.

"Please give another round of applause for our brass band over here!" Eddie's announcement sends you right back to reality. The crowds cheers scream through the venue again and you instinctively cover your ears. You watch the brass band wave and bow, stepping down off the platform off the stage while the rest of the band hypes them up.

"That was fun, wasn't it folks?" Eddie asks, "So I guess we'll get back to--"

You're confused at the sudden shrill of shrieks from the crowd.

"Oh, you guys know Van? He's our new guitarist -- this is actually Jeff's last show," you hear Eddie's laugh boom over the speakers. You look down to the horror of only seeing one child next to you, who is now off her chair and inching towards the stage.

"You wanna play a chord, buddy?" you hear Jeff's voice say, the crowd cheers again. You look up at one of the screens, Van perched in his uncle Jeff's arms while he leans down to strum the strings. The crowd whoops and giggles while Jeff puts his hand over Van's tiny one and helps him play a real chord. Eddie claps, eyes shining with pride, the crowd goes absolutely insane- Van! Van! Van! Van! Your son hides, embarrassed at the attention -- always one to be shy, burying himself in the crook of Jeff's neck.

"Violet baby, come here," you coo over to her, taking a step. But that step makes her book it -- and god are they fast at 3, "Shit, fuck."

"Oh-ho-ho, wow, my little lady of the hour," Eddie laughs while she runs right into his legs, knocking herself to the ground softly, "You've all met Violet, right?"

You watch him pick her up, her soft and excited, "Daddy -- Santa!" echos through the stadium.

"Hi, baby! That's right, daddy looks like Santa!" he parentese's excitedly, placing her on his hip. He looks over his shoulder to see you crouched down, tip toe-ing quickly across the stage mouthing a guilt 'sorry' his way. He grins expectantly, his perfect show girl in her stretch pants and sweatshirt. Her clean white sneakers. "There she is -- I'm sure you folks know the wife."

You wince at first and then wave while the crowd thunders at the sight of you hurrying over to Jeff to scoop up Van. Your eyes squint against the lights, the only thing you can see in the crowd are the little flames from lighters being waved by fans. The venue shakes at their applause and you're almost embarrassed by the attention -- but not too much. What's this but another red carpet? The only difference is that you never go on stage -- the last time being just after you got married so Eddie could gush about his 'for real this time' wife.

"Mama," Van whined, hands outstretched and grabby over Jeff's shoulder while he climbs into your chest. You hoist him up to make room for Violet who at first, doesn't want to go, making Ed so close to cancelling the rest of the show to cuddle her before you're finally able to wrench her out of his arms. Their heads bobble with their headphones on, snuggling up against you.

You turn to leave, but he taps you on the shoulder, still speaking into the mic, "You forgetting something?"

You look at him confused, you have both babies with you, "What?"

"You gotta pay the toll, baby," he shrugs, his smug grin making you blush. The crowd roars, they love when he's a little bit of a bastard. He looks you over, tongue running over the inside of his cheek, "Can't let you go without paying the toll."

You let out an audible sigh, facial expression playing to the cheap seats so everyone knows just how fake exasperated you are with him. You lean in and his kiss is lewd and wet over the twin's heads, the clicks of spit sounding over the speakers. He scrunches his nose at you when he breaks away, a boyish blush blooms on his cheeks.

"Thank you," he smiles, "You're free to go."

"Okay babies, you gotta wave bye to daddy's friends!" you say softly to Van and Vi as they look at the crowd.

"Say bye-bye," Eddie says gently, mimicking a wave so they'll copy. They wave over your shoulder while you walk back stage, sitting down on the fold up chairs with them both on your lap.

"Alright folks, sorry for the cutest interruption you'll ever see in your life," he says to the crowd, "And I know outside of friends and family, Christmas is about y'know -- the Lord. So in honor of the birth of Christ I'd like to introduce this next song..."

Two incredibly face melting riffs play simultaneously.

"We call it, 'Your Mother Sucks Cocks in Hell'."

You roll your eyes as the music starts, but on the bright side the twins are finally starting to nod off to sleep.

#rockstar!eddie #rockstar!eddie munson smut #rockstar!eddie smut #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie #rockstar!eddie x actress!reader

[angelzai]

ADA secret santa . . . .ᐟ

wc: 1.4k

cw: crack, everyone is a menace, no reader included, probably some ooc, language, alcohol, drug mentions, suggestive gifts but nothing strictly nsfw, this is really just silliness

reid: happy christmas to those who celebrate! this was fun to write and think about i hope you guys enjoy and get a kick out of imagining this chaotic group being a dysfunctional family as much as i do

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first things first: who gets who?

just like everything else at the agency, it’s a fucking ordeal.

dazai writes down everyone’s names to draw out of kenji’s hat, but he’s given them all nicknames, some more horrendous than others, and kunikida’s standing at the whiteboard writing down everyone’s favorite colors and t-shirt sizes when naomi pulls a name and asks, “who is ‘bawss bitch’?”

“president fukuzawa, duh,” dazai chirps.

cue face-palms and eye-rolls around the room.

“naomi, draw again. the whole point is that no one else kn-“

“thanks, ranpo, we know the point.” yosano reaches into the hat for herself. “who is . . . ‘tightass’?”

everyone glances to kunikida, who freezes and turns slowly, threateningly, toward the bandaged menace.

dazai tries so hard to contain his laugh, but ends up snorting unceremoniously.

so, commence kunikida choking him out and demanding he write down everyone’s proper goddamn names so they all know what the hell is going on. atsushi’s on it, copying everyone’s legal, government-registered first and last name down onto one sticky note each, and the drawing restarts.

names are distributed. instructions follow. yosano lovingly requests the biggest bottle of tequila the budget will allow.

the office party will start on christmas eve at 6pm.

. . .

naomi’s forcing junichiro into the ugliest, most uncomfortable-looking matching sweater anyone in the office has ever seen in all of their days (it’s got glitter-hot glue balls and messily sown-in sequins all over it. it’s hard to tell if it depicts something festive or if it’s the cover of lil wayne’s 1999 studio album tha block is hot).

yosano has cracked into the bottle of wine she’s kept stashed under her desk all day and is drinking straight from it.

ranpo’s encouraging her to chug while he makes a sizable dent in the huge tray of cookies provided by fukuzawa.

atsushi’s on the verge of tears because he’s never celebrated christmas with anyone who cares about him before, and kenji’s doing a mediocre job at consoling him.

dazai has brought eggnog and announces to everyone, at the exact moment that kunikida finishes off his third glass, that it’s spiked.

kyoka’s dragging haruno toward the group, where she places a reindeer antler-headband atop the older girl’s head. kyoka smiles so purely at her. it puts the fear of god into poor haruno.

it is 6:08pm.

once junichiro’s in his sweater and thoroughly suffering and atsushi’s stopped hiccuping, fukuzawa summons everyone around the tiny office tree for secret santa.

and here’s who got who.

. . .

president fukuzawa has drawn ranpo’s name for the third year in a row. he always goes with some sort of snack, but this year he found these on etsy and couldn’t resist.

the boss lets out a chuckle. everyone is jazzed. atsushi covers kyoka’s eyes. ranpo sticks his tongue out at fukuzawa (but cracks into the bag immediately).

. . .

ranpo drew yosano.

yosano lets out an unhinged laugh and puts it on. ranpo, mouth full of gummy dicks, lovingly retrieves a bottle of tequila from hiding. already half a bottle of wine and two glasses of eggnog in, yosano throws her arms around the great detective for a siblingly hug. atsushi is covering kyoka’s eyes again. he wonders if he’ll have to do this for every present.

. . .

yosano got kunikida.

“sorry, I couldn’t find an actual prescription.” kunikida’s lips are pursed in disappointment, not out of lack of appreciation but for shame in her joke. everyone knows it holds weight. dazai is on his ass laughing. kunikida remarks how he’s been needing a back pillow for his desk chair anyway. atsushi has his head in his hands.

. . .

kunikida got junichiro.

dazai and ranpo are nodding solemnly. no one is laughing because it’s true other than naomi who insists kunikida really does have a sense of humor. wow!

. . .

junichiro drew dazai’s name.

“awww!” dazai croons, holding it to his chest before going to place it on his desk next to his nameplate. “tanizaki, I’m so glad you think so.” again, everyone knows it’s true and laughs because of it this time.

. . .

dazai got fukuzawa.

it’s extra funny to dazai at this point because the boss is such a cat guy and also he and yosano have already snuck off cousins-at-thanksgiving style outside to smoke whatever (all while he’s on his way to being plastered. yosano’s the resident alcoholic, yes, but no one can ever truly contain dazai’s festive substance use). fukuzawa laughs - it has to be an effect of the alcohol on him too, everyone thinks, because no way would the stoic man ever crack a smile at such a gift let alone actually use this fucking mousepad. dazai tells him he’ll cry if he doesn’t see it on his desk next week.

. . .

a break proceeds because kunikida swears something got fucked up in the drawing process now that half of them have looped around. yosano, dazai, and ranpo are doing tequila shots. haruno explains to kunikida that it’s fine - someone had to go first - and they should just pick someone to start the second round of gifts. kunikida’s scribbling in his notebook trying to figure out what they screwed up. kenji insists that they’re already playing the game, there’s no point in trying to rewrite it now as long as everyone has a gift! kunikida looks visibly intoxicated like he’s about to pop a vein in his forehead, so kenji just laughs nervously and takes the reins. he tells kyoka to go next.

. . .

kyoka drew haruno.

it’s in a pretty purple bag, christmas spirit somewhat lost upon the child. atsushi almost starts crying again (dazai’s been slipping him eggnog). kyoka’s already assembled and glued the flower together. haruno smiles appreciatively. it will go on the front desk.

. . .

haruno got naomi.

no one expects this from haruno but it’s a huge hit, especially juxtaposed with junichiro’s gift from kunikida. it’s a book cover over a blank notebook and the only thing she apologizes for is that it doesn’t say “sibling.” naomi is red in the face and forcing a laugh. dazai and yosano are a second away from hoisting the girl up on their shoulders like she just made a winning touchdown. atsushi’s head is in his hands again.

. . .

naomi got atsushi.

it’s him if he was a single-celled organism, kenji remarks. atsushi is wholeheartedly pleased with this gift and gives naomi an extremely awkward hug. he holds onto it like a lifeline for the rest of the night.

. . .

atsushi pulled kenji’s name.

he wasn’t sure how seriously to take the gift, but he thought these were fitting. kenji beams and jumps up and down and hugs atsushi so tight the older boy starts to go blue in the face.

. . .

and finally, kenji drew kyoka.

kyoka wants the spiderman one. kenji obliges.

. . .

new and old traditions alike arise; yosano and ranpo each gift each other $20. fukuzawa has given both of them the $20. it's a ritual they refuse to let die. dazai tries to get kunikida to do a shot out of his mouth which leads to shouting and beating. atsushi sits both of them down on the couch and forces them to drink water and be nice to each other. naomi, haruno, and junichiro pick out a christmas movie to project onto the wall as background noise; they settle on a cheesy musical hallmark movie suspiciously similar to the one they put on last year. kyoka and kenji join ranpo in raiding the dessert table. yosano is singing! she is trying to get everyone to sing with her. dazai is the only one who joins. he is wearing the i ♥️ cock(tails) hat. they start with silent night and end with skeeyee by sexyy red.

before long, drunken detectives fall into their chairs and couches with blankets and plates of sweets to get comfy for home alone 2. dazai wants a whole couch to himself but that's unfair, so he settles for stretching his gangly ass legs across kunikida and tanizaki. kyoka and kenji curl up on the floor in a pile of blankets; the girl looks on the verge of sleep. naomi and haruno squeeze into a chair; yosano finds herself flat on the ground, nearly finished bottle of wine in hand; ranpo's feet are kicked up on the nearest desk and he sits in his chair near fukuzawa, who overlooks his employees with tired satisfaction. atsushi glances around at his his colleagues, and for as unhinged as they are, he feels lucky to have a group of people so welcoming to call his friends. all is peaceful and happy, except for ranpo's incessant burping and yosano's eventual snoring. it's fine.

merry fucking christmas.

#armed detective agency #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bsd dazai #bsd yosano #bsd fukuzawa #bsd ranpo #bsd kyouka #bsd kunikida #bsd kenji #bsd atsushi #bsd naomi #bsd junichiro #bsd haruno #bsd christmas #angelzai original.ᐟ

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday🎄

tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings 💖

hi! so, the christmas sweater fic is posted, and I was gonna get back to all my wips but then I decorated my christmas tree a few days ago and had a new idea I think I mentioned in the last snippet so I started a new wip 🙈 here's a lil snippet haha istg it's going to be just a short and fluffy fic where buck eddie and christopher decorate a tree - but it already got away from me and i did just spend the first 700-ish words talking about shannon <3 (I clearly miss my beloved alive shannon fic and need to get back to her asap)

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But ever since then, the joy of Christmas sort of disappeared, it was just a holiday, just to get some time off school and get presents. He wasn’t all that interested in celebrating it, if he’s being honest.

And then he fell in love with a girl who was the Christmas spirit personified.

Shannon was the one girl in school who wore Christmas sweaters and Santa hats since December 1st. She was the girl baking Christmas cookies and bringing them on random days to give out to her teachers and classmates. She loved walking through the city at night and adoring all the decorations, and she couldn’t wait to decorate a tree with her parents. As a teenager she’d get part time and summer jobs just so she could afford small gifts for all her family and friends, and still spend time making something handmade for everyone on top of that. Shannon loved Christmas so much, it was her favorite holiday, and she definitely passed that down to their kid.

When they first started dating, Eddie found the Christmas spirit again, in her sparkling eyes and a beautiful, happy smile, and the way she looked so adorable in a Santa hat, and never cared that some assholes from their class would make fun of her for how into Christmas she was – she would bring them cookies, actually, with the biggest grin and the most thoughtful Christmas wishes. She was truly amazing, the light in her eyes never dimming. Until it all got screwed up.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jesuisici33 @lover-of-mine @giddyupbuck @exhuastedpigeon @buckaroosheart @king-buckley @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @jeeyuns @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @callmenewbie @hippolotamus @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @jamespearce9-1-1

#fuck it friday #christmas tree fic #i promise this is a buddie fic 😂 #we know xmas was shannon and chris' thing so im making shan obsessed with xmas in this fic idgaf lol #inventing new shannon headcanons bc why the hell not lol #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #will this be done by christmas? who tf knows - i hope so but no promises there haha

[followmetoyourdoom]

Cute story time

So Christmas is my favourite holiday, I get to see my extended family when we do present drop offs, and my mum cooks an amazing pick your own spread with enough desserts to feed a family of 16. We are often only 3 or 4 at Christmas dinner. We usually have either an animated film or an old film on in the background and have no social pressures to maintain. We have dumb crackers with dumb jokes and we all like to wear the little hats and play with the toys. My mum insists on getting me more than I've asked for, even as an adult, so gifts are always fun, especially when I can one up her and make her giggle like a schoolgirl with the present/s my dad and I pick out for her. We got her a Steiff Pomeranian one year, and my mum called it Channel, and insisted on having it on the sofa next to her throughout the holiday season and kept cooing and petting it, it was delightful. My dad and I tend to play video games in the evening, like we did when I was a kid. There's a dog running around wanting lil scraps of meat, playing with new toys that she's been lavished with. It's all very wholesome and cute and silly.

Now, my nesting partner on the other hand, grew up in a rather uptight middle class society, missing 3 family Christmases entirely as he was singing in the Queen's Westminster youth choir. The one they show live on TV on Christmas day. When he was at home for Christmas, there was a lot of social pressure to be Well Behaved and to be Polite. There was also a lot of judgement as he got older, a lot of backhanded compliments and a lot of dreams crushed. A lot of yelling and a lot of slammed doors. Needless to say, he kind of hates Christmas.

This year however, the first year we've had a Christmas together, he insisted we decorate the entire house and get a wreath for the door and Santa hats for us to wear here and there in the build up to Christmas. Every evening, he would turn the fairy lights on so I got home to a warm and Christmas-y house. He wrote a Christmas card from our dog for me. He pushed himself to get into the Christmas spirit for me, without me pressuring him to, just bc he wanted to make this special for me, bc he knows how much this holiday means to me. We had Christmas dinner at my parents, and he introduced my parents to a tradition of his - whiskey tasting - which they hated and we all laughed at the face my dad pulled. We dropped off presents at my cousin's place, they had all been practising how to say his name and insisted on being corrected so they would get it right, my partner chatted to my nephew about Pokémon the entire time. My aunt said we looked perfect together. My mum got us board games to play together, and slipper socks for my partner who had been wanting some for months - he mentioned it offhandedly in July - but couldn't settle on a design. She got him plain black with a white geometric pattern, subtle enough that it could be Christmas-y, or it could just be a pattern. He loves them. We watched the Italian job, and my partner fell asleep on the sofa while my dad and I played a game from 2002 on his old PS2, and my mum nudged me and, with a smile on her face, quietly pointed to my partner fast asleep and snoring with his mouth open and said 'bless him'.

And yeah, bless him indeed. I know not everyone has fond memories of Christmas, I know it brings some people a lot of pain and a lot of sadness, I've seen it first hand. But there is something beautiful about being able to pull yourself out of that, of your own accord, for someone, and I'm honoured I get to be that someone for my partner, and I appreciate him so much for doing that for me. I'm so lucky.

#Christmas #long post #i know its February #but i was suddenly hit once more with a vast amount of love and appreciation

[n3onguts]

pride and prejudice (07): happy together.

summary — if loneliness hits in waves, then you’re drowning in the middle of this party.

genre&tags — written chapter, approx. 3k words, angst, sunghoon being a lil sus, y/n being a mopey loser, allusions to social anxiety, general uni student debauchery, an abundance of wong kar-wai praise, and a rejected apology

warning(s) — swearing, alcohol consumption

a/n — this is so all over the place but idc anymore bc i’m so sick of staring at google docs

“Acceptable, Hoon?” In the lobby of your building, this glass-and-marble behemoth, you twirl for your friend, all dolled-up in a tiny, stringy halter and your cleanest pair of Doc Martens. Scrubbed of your battlescars from this past hellish week of exams, the process devoured almost 4 hours of your Saturday, left your room ravaged with crumpled piles of clothing haphazardly thrown on the floor — but you’ve come out looking more-than-decent and that’s still a win in your book.

Towering over you, Sunghoon is quiet, car keys hanging from his hand and eyes raking over your figure. Then, a little winded in a low murmur, “Are you wearing lip gloss? You never wear lip gloss.”

Shrugging, sheepish, you grin something cheeky, “I mean, why not, right? It’s a party. Not like we go to these kinds of things often.”

“Right.” A sharp nod. He’s still got on that murky stare. “It is and we don’t.”

In the distant background, Wonyoung honks an interruption, impatient in the passenger’s seat of her twin’s reliable ol’ Jag.​ Its engine purrs, steady and solid, from the vintage vehicle’s parked spot on the curb. The first blizzard of the winter season has ceased, settling into a calm night, lampposts lighting the icy asphalt street outside. “Oppa’s not done primping, but he should be down soon. In the meantime — what do you think?”

“I think…” Lips pursed, the boy offers zero flattery. “You should take my jacket. It’s bound to get freezing in that scrap of black cloth you call a top.”

“Wow. Can’t even fake a you-look-nice?”

“Just take it.” Sunghoon presses, tone clipped, thrusting the bulky leather thing into your hands.

You sigh — “Fine. Whatever.” — and accept, sliding into the oversized garment. “Too big. My outfit’s not seen anymore.”

Flicking your forehead, he says, dry and expectant, “That’s kind of the point, princess.”

A half-hour’s worth of Doja Cat later (courtesy of Sunghoon) and your tight-knit group pulls up to the snow-sunk driveway of the Beta Thi Sigma frat. There’s some 90’s RnB spilling out from the booming structure, its Grecian columns lit by the red-and-green of several, suspended Christmas lights. Sloshed students — wrapped up in their coats, sporting an array of Santa hats and antler headbands — teeter up-and-down the steps to the front door. They part, however, somewhat lucid, at the sight of your brother rushing through with his corduroy cover-up and hair swept back. He’s got an agenda, it seems, and it goes by the name of Kai.

The twins, meanwhile, take their time, undeterred by the horde of curious eyes following their every move. Wonyoung struts ahead in a knit Chanel number, glistening from the attention, as Sunghoon shuts the car door behind him, all cool and casual with his hand secure on your back. Inside, the atmosphere is sticky with heat and vice. It’s sensory overload for someone like yourself — bodies packed together, draped in tinsel but awash in tints of wine, swaying in slow-motion to the beat of the music. Wonyoung in the lead, your little trio passes by mistletoed corners in search of cleaner air.

The twins end up camped out near the house’s fireplace, marking it as their territory, and you follow suit. Poised and nonchalant, they keep to themselves yet are still, somehow, magnets for returning rounds of strangers. It’s disconcerting, mostly because you were wholly unaware of how in-demand the Parks had apparently become, even as freshmen — and stuck-up ones at that. A 2-for-1 package of popularity, you fourth-wheel all their conversations: your hands are empty when they’re greeted with Asahis from some senior named Jeon Jungkook and you get gawked at by Yu Karina, who sits behind you in English, when she reports the latest goss to the pair like their self-appointed secretary. There’s nothing lonelier than being demoted to mere audience member, so much so that it almost makes you laugh, like you’re a ghost in your own life.

Somewhere, concealed in your heart but pulsating through your body, is the anxious urge to escape to what’s familiar — to Uber home, dig out your rattiest Champion sweater, and drown in the embrace of a piping-hot bowl of wagyu ram-don — but it’s lambasted by the disapproving tone of Taehyun’s voice, ringing through your head like he’s your goddamned conscience and telling you that you need to ‘put yourself out there’. He’s right — of course, he is — and you hate him for that, but, God, you still can’t help but wish he were here now, not on some G650 jet out to the Amalfi Coast but stationed beside you through it all.

Sunghoon’s hand loosening from its spot on your side and Wonyoung occupied by whatever inane rumor Karina’s intent on spreading hot-off-the-press, you make your exit with a pitiful lack of notice. Through the red maze of rooms, you find yourself lost, disoriented. Your grip tight on your cell, you type out an agitated text to your missing brother, send the distress signal rapid-fire. But with no end destination in sight and nobody to cling onto for saving, everything’s suddenly too much, too loud, all happening in chaotic blurs. It takes you back to that night at the Bulldog, and you’re reminded of why you never attend these sort of things.

Really, you want to be fun and you want to be perky, the kind of girl who’s so goddamned painless to be around, no question — just easy and laid-back and enjoying the mess as if all’s good and well in the world. The kind who knocks down beers like it’s no one’s business, always knows what to say plus when to say it, leaves her heart out on her sleeve and gets rewarded for it. A cool girl, an effortless one. Instead — you’re difficult and you’re harsh and you’re dull. You’ve lived like this forever now, inside your little cage, built out of self-preservation. And you’re safe, it’s true, but disappear and it’d make no difference.

So, in an empty bathroom off the back porch, you take shelter, pathetically sober. Sat on the lid of the toilet, you rest your head between your knees, check for a response from Soobin only to be met with nothing. Probably still busy with Kai, you surmise, sighing. Footsteps come and go as your breathing slows to a more measured rate. From here, locked away from everyone, the party is muffled like it’s universes away. Then, a voice, thick but low, resonates through the noise, the wall, to you: “Most people turn away at the sight of subtitles, so it’s hard to recommend, but I’m telling you — it’s hauntingly perfect. Wong Kar-Wai’s best, in my opinion.” You recognize him immediately, would know that baritone anywhere and have found it here. Reflexively, without much thought, you slam the door open, bumping into the boy stationed right outside on the damp wooden deck.

“Hey!” Beomgyu cries before turning flat and faltering. “Oh.”

Flushed and self-conscious, you stagger back, examine the scene. Steel eyes, mouth in a wary line — a stark difference from your first impression of him, annoyingly open and terrifyingly carefree. Now, Beomgyu’s a mirror image of you and it’s enough to make you shrink. Is this how you looked when you two met? Stood next to him, a girl with sharp, feline features. You place her face as another of Kai’s bandmates, Yeji. She’s less stiff but still has her arms crossed, like you’ve slighted her without your knowledge.

“Hi.” You begin, a little breathless. It comes out uncertain.

Yeji stares at Beomgyu, then you. She takes his silence as her cue, “Y/N. Hi. If you’re looking for your brother, pretty sure he’s upstairs with Kai right now.”

“Oh, um, actually, I wasn’t—” You look over at him, tight-lipped and staring at his muddy Converse, his clenched hands, the black abyss of the night sky. Everything, it seems, but you. Softer than intended, you attempt an explanation, “I just needed a breather.”

An awkward silence ensues. It makes sense, you think to yourself, because you’ve conditioned people to expect cruelty in your presence, inadvertently taught them how to treat you. This is your comeuppance.

Yeji takes pity on you, sensing your discomfort, but sighs like she really doesn't want to, “Would you want to hang back with us then? Gyu was just telling me about some arthouse director he’s big on.”

“I don’t want to intrude—”

“Who cares? It’s just more of his pretentious babbling. I was only half-listening anyway.”

At this, Beomgyu gasps in mock-hurt. “Wong Kar-Wai deserves better. Don’t be such a philistine, Ji.”

Snorting, Yeji turns to you, unconcerned, “Ever heard of that guy, Y/N?”

“Well, yes, actually — ‘Happy Together’ is my comfort movie.” There’s no tell-tale signs on Beomgyu’s face that he’s listening, yet you find yourself hoping that he is.

“There we go then. That’s literally what he was just raving about.” Yeji cocks her head, rolls her eyes. “Ugh. You cinephiles are all the same.”

You look over at Beomgyu, consider him, suddenly curious. “Oh. So what do you think of it?”

“Like I was saying before being interrupted,” Stare averted, he speaks mostly towards Yeji. “Arguably, ‘Happy Together’ is Wong’s true magnum opus. It’s got all of his signature tropes, from the over-saturation to the dizzying camera work to the unconventional narrative — but it’s distinct for the sole reason that the heartache depicted isn’t muted. Instead, it burns.”

Growing frenzied and gaining momentum, hands flitting about like birds eager to get away, he continues, “Like, that sense of yearning that he’s known for, that longing for a love that keeps slipping out of your grasp, it’s there, undeniably, just much, much uglier. In the film, Ho and Lai are rotten to each other, and they shouldn’t be together, and they both know that — but they’re stuck in a perverse cycle, in this kind of horrible purgatory, that forces them to slingshot back to one another even once they escape. When they’re with each other, it hurts, yet when they’re apart, it hurts even more. The cruelest irony of the film is the title, because Ho and Lai can never be that — can never be ‘Happy Together’. It’s fucking devasting. And that’s what makes it so good.”

It’s quiet for a moment as the entirety of Beomgyu’s manic little spiel settles into the air. Then, Yeji laughs, amused at her friend, “Okay, Jesus, I’ll watch it. How long have you been holding all of that in?”

The boy shrugs, rubs the nape of his neck, going timid. People have this sad tendency to recoil into their shells after letting their passion leak out, you realize, like it’s shameful to care this much about anything. And you try not to gawk, try not to let your gaze linger, but it stuns you — the accuracy with which Beomgyu’s vocalized your very thoughts about the film, all of which have been ruminating inside of you since your first watch. There’s an impulse to nod profusely, to shout, all ecstatic from the matchbox sparks in your stomach, “Yes, yes! Finally someone gets it.” But, instead, you tamp it down, let the words die upon your tongue. You could call it serendipity, say it’s a kind of happy accident to stumble upon someone who shares your same fondness for cinema, but he’s a film major, of course, so what do you expect?

Cutting through the moment is a persistent racket vibrating from Yeji’s pocket. Fishing her phone out, exasperated, she groans, “Fuck — it’s my dad. I’ll be back, just a sec.” Trudging into the backyard, wading through the sheet of snow-caked grass, her intonation and inflection reconstructs itself into something guttural, more provincial, as she talks into the receiver and fades into the distance.

Secluded out here, amidst the numbing breeze of winter, the population of people dwindle about, more subdued. And so, you’re left with Beomgyu, left to fend for yourself against him and his explicit dislike for you. Juxtaposed by the faint, flickering lights of the porch, he’s locked stubbornly behind layers of clothing, black hair sat stiff underneath his beanie. Grasping for something to say, you murmur, something bland enough for you to survive if he ignores it, “Cold night, huh?”

At this, Beomgyu finally faces you, pivoting to put your smaller self in his direct line of vision. You see him clearly for the first time since meeting him two weeks ago: rendered in angles only God could draw, acrid like he’s a home remedy. “Seriously?” He laughs, all spite. “With the fucking small talk?” It’s a role reversal, a karmic punishment; you know it and so does he.

“Right. You’re right. Look…” You say, cautious but deliberate, enunciating each word with the weight of your remorse. “I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry — sorry for, well, y’know, acting like a dick when we met. I was worn-out that night and it was so goddamned dank inside the bar and the enormity of the crowd was putting me on edge and, fuck, I know those aren’t excuses, but you still bore the brunt of all of it so I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve any of it, especially because you were so nice to me. And if you hate me, I get it, whatever, I understand — still, regardless, I just hope you know how much I regret everything.”

“Is that all you’ve got?” He tilts his head, eyebrow quirked and visibly unimpressed.

You don’t waver. “It’s fine if you don’t forgive me. We don’t need to be friends or anything — I just needed to get it out of my system.”

“So, basically, what you’re saying is…” A disdainful pause. “You just want to be rid of your wrongdoing. Wash it off like it’s just another stain on your designer jeans.”

“Well, no—”

“Here’s a reality check, Saint Y/N: that icky feeling you get for being a shitty person? It’s warranted because you are. You were a douchebag to me, and you were a douchebag to my friends. I was nice to you, yes, but people don’t have to be for you to treat them with decency. It’s not fucking hard.” He hacks away at your character, drills down on your flaws until he tears at your Achilles heel. You remain quiet throughout, blank-faced, digesting his vilification of you and absorbing the verbal onslaught. You’re on trial, it’s clear, and you’re all ears. “And also? I couldn’t care less if you’ve, quote, seen better, because frankly I’d rather gouge my eyes out than date someone with an unearned superiority complex. So, y’know, thanks, appreciate the apology, but seriously — get over yourself.”

Finished with his tirade, you’re forced to sit and simmer together in Beomgyu’s hostility, visceral and true, piercing through the air between you two. In place of a response, all you can do is nod mechanically, let the guilt turn over in your stomach, settle, then mushroom. “Okay.” It comes out a mere whisper.

“Okay?”

You exhale, blink away the fatigue that’s suddenly washed over you. Then, firm and understanding, “Okay. I get it. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Good.”

As you turn away to make a beeline back indoors, you’re confronted by the timely reappearance of Yeji, frost-nipped and leaving a puddle of snow where she’s planted. She scans you over, leans to look at her friend, “Everything cool here?”

“Yeah. I’m just going now. Sorry to bother you guys.” Brushing past her, your hands find their home in your pockets. Yeji calls your name, shouts something or other, but it’s all just background noise to you at this point.

When you reach the kitchen, you’re swallowed in by the swarm of sweaty bodies you’d tried so hard to flee from. Now, however, you’re too drained to give a flying fuck. No more fighting, you decide. From somewhere indiscernible, a drink is pushed into your palm, this lemony concoction that hisses on its surface but glides down your throat. You accept the evening for what it is — a glorified shitshow — and the rest of it washes over you with less struggle.

Through the miniature glow of his phone, Beomgyu notes the time: 5 AM. He clicks the device off, chucks it to the side of his lumpy mattress. Snoring from the other side of their shared room is Kai, placid and passed out in last night’s clothes, sure as shit dreaming up an unperturbed life with his dimpled boytoy. Outside, the world is still dark, readying for the new day. 

Swaddled by his comforter, safe against the biting cold, Beomgyu is plagued by the thought of you. Ogling at him as he rhapsodized about a film close to his heart, spouting a red-nosed and glossy-eyed apology. What a fucking weirdo. Pint-sized in that jacket, glimpses of skin shining through. Much softer than when he’d first met you. Seriously — so fucking weird. He sighs, prays for sleep to come quick. And too fucking pretty.

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[meteor752]

Double life kids, Christmas edition🎄

Merry Christmas lads

I’m currently working on part three to the Empires X Hermitcraft arc, plus on answering any asks you guys sent in, but I thought I’d do this too just to procrastinate all of that

So anyways, Christmas outfits! Yay!

Liana

Liana has always been the type to dress up, especially in bright colors, so to go for one of those ugly Christmas suits for her is just a must. My first idea was actually to give her darker colors and a bit more of a snowman vibe, but it was all just too much so we simplified it a bit. Also the feather in her hat is one of her own!

Wes

The closest I could get to an ugly Christmas sweater lol. The colors are of course inspired by Grian’s Life series Christmas sweater, cause I feel like Red Yellow and Green has a lot of significance to the kiddos. Also he’s enjoying a steaming cup of hot chocolate <3

Gertrude

Out of all the kids, Gert and Jek were easily the most difficult. There’s only so many different outfits you can do themed around Christmas. I eventually went for a cloak to her, and a pattern that I associate with Christmas pajamas. Also Gertrude is kinda immune against cold, so she takes advantage of that

Johnny

Poor lad is freezing. Johnny is a Nether creature, and therefore not made for the cold. He’s piled in as much clothes as he could muster, and he’s still shivering! The beanie is again a nod to the life colors, because themes lol

Jassy

Hoes just don’t get cold. I wanted at least one of them to wear one of those stupid slutty Santa outfits, and when looking up ‘Anime Christmas’ I found that the majority of them were wearing just that. Jassy is not immune to the cold, she’s just built different. Also she’s gonna pet everyone with those snowballs

Jekiv

Like I said, I struggled with Jek. I eventually decided to theme it around candy canes, but like that can only look so good you know. Again, Jek has an immunity against most weather conditions so he’s fine, living his best life.

Novo

Since Novo is an actual elf, he felt it would just be natural that he dress up as one too! Again, temperature resistance since he’s a frost elf, so he can do whatever he likes. He likes the lil bells, they’re festive

But yeah that’s it! Part three or Hermitpires will be out sometime after Christmas, along with the second chapter to You can run but you cannot hide, so look forward to that!

Also! If any of you have any fic requests and ideas with the kids, the hit me up! I wanna write more about them, but I’m struggling a lil with prompts, so any idea is a good idea!

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[nextstopwonderland]

Masterlist of Bryan Danielson content I've posted Part 2

Part One (video/audio clips)

Graphics/Collages:

(Original post with Nigel quote)

(Original post)

(Original post)

Quotes

Jade discusses training with Bryan

Red Velvet discusses training with Bryan

MJF on Bryan Danielson

Bryan Danielson’s legacy is flaccid penis talk

Bryan on winding down

“Bryan is one of the best people I’ve ever met in my life, 100%” (quotes/photos comp)

MJF on Bryan

“Even in losing, this is what I’ve wanted for the last 13 years”

Quotes/photo compilation

Bryan being satisfied after losing

Eddie on Bryan

“Unless something happens medically, I’ll never retire”

(Original post)

Photo posts

Toga party

Dogs!! Part 1 & 2 & 3

Gardening! Part 1 & 2

The vibe is farmers market lesbian

Belt vibes

A random spam of Bryan’s smile

Is it wrestling or p0rn series

HATERS GONNA HATE (indirect Nigel mention too)

Everyone loves Bryan

Kiss him!!

Looking soft af

His lil bun and his give a hoot shirt

Bryan and Brie on her podcast

Braids into Bun = my undoing

Bryan + Braids + nose crinkle

Bryan’s second match with ZSJ is a whole vibe

Wrestledream press (includes video clip)

More wrestledream press

Wrestledream press roundup (also includes video/audio)

Wrestling road diaries screencaps

Random Bryan

Daddy?

Happy violence

On Saturdays we watch Bryan

relatable, Bryan Keith, relatable

Even more soft af Bryan

Just a smol guy with his thighs out

Bryan + halloweeen

Another random picspam

Bryan + hair in a bun

Just a hot nerd reading a comic

Bryan + chains

The dragon, unchained: Bryan’s C2 gear

Post-Eddie c2 match

Bryan in ROH

More Bryan in c2 gear

Bryan + titanic

Bryan + eyepatch + Santa hat

Eyepatchless bryan before Worlds End

A smol dragon

Wrestle kingdom press conference

The Dragon wk18 gear

2023 candid Bryan behind the scenes/match photos (and one bcc)

Bryan in Japan

Underrated WK18 moment

Happy dragon

The happiest dragon

Bryan and Josie ❤️

A baby dragon in ROH

2009 baby dragon

More soft af Bryan

Collision photos

Bryan and Eddie roh screencaps (plus some Nigel)

Wholesome old website photos

The evolution of a handshake

2009 (graphic edit)

Airport dragon

Revolution 2024 pre match

Revolution 2024 post match

Bryan watching Sting’s last match

Bryan + Will after collision (+ video + fans)

Bryan backstage | and more

Bryan and Serena Deeb

Bryan at sxsw here and here

Bryan in Mexico

Arena Mexico press conference shots

Bryan vs Blue Panther

Bryan, post Blue Panther match, living his best life

Bryan during Wrestlemania week 2014

Hair down and bleeding

Looking cozy

On bereal

Gifs

Random assortment of gifs (includes mox and zsj and a Nigel related moment)

Bryan & Brie

The epicness of that bsb karaoke (includes video link)

Bryan doing the Yes chants in Arena Mexico vs Blue Panther

Windy City mox package

Text posts/screenshots

Bryan’s karaoke history

Happy dragon in Mexico

#had to split this one out now #as yes i hit the 100 link limit #my masterlists

[meatriarchived]

i just know that maria's got a cute little headband / hair accessories that are lil reindeer ears & antlers that she wears for xmas. and other clips or such that are made with (fake) poinsettias because she always looks pretty in something red c;

and i just know she gets all her friends stockings with lil treats inside along with whatever gifts she gets them, but they always get candies or baked goodies from her.

and i know damn well danny groans whenever the santa hats shoved into his arms or forcefully stuffed onto his head but he lets it happen cause it makes them all happy to have him match with them so he doesnt protest and he joins them wearing their sweaters and acts like he grins and bears it but deep down hes just happy making these memories with them and spending the holidays with them-

#danny may grumble but hes not a scrooge and will more than happily join in even if he rolls his eyes into the next universe #or ask if he HAS to; but the guys secretly the biggest sap esp for his friends and fuck it he'll mumble along to xmas songs with them when #theyre all drunk and having fun

[spiked-mall-goth]

so i had such a day today omggggggg

so got up early as hell to go see saw which was at 12:15pm. theaters a ways away and we wanted to go to the flea market.

at the flea market i saw this cute halloween tin and was like oooOOOooo !! but i picked it up and it rattled, and was full of halloween JEWELRY!!! sooo i obviously got it, bc it was only $1(usd)

keep walking and a very big lamp catches my eye, idk why but i HAD to go look at this lamp. so i mosey on over take a look at the lamp and hidden under a pile of stuff next to the lamp is a little woodstock figure!! hes in a valentines heart chocolate box and i literally was like YIPPEEE!!! so i got him for a dollar and put hm in my little halloween bucket.

keep walking and my brother stops to search a toy bin for go bots, and i find a SNOOPY!! hes a 2018 mcdonalds toy and hes sitting on a cloud holding woodstock and when you roll him is EARS SPIN. literally the coolest thing evr def screetched a lil dont even worry abt that. hes now also in my bucket.

so we move on and this booth has some really nice halloween stuff set out so i go over to look. and the older lady who owned it saw my halloween bucket and was 'that is so cute!!' and i was like 'right?? it was only a dollar and it had jewelry!!' so i open it to show her and she sees my snoopy and woodstock and is like 'HOW CUTE COME LOOK AT MY BOBBLE HEAD' and pulls me over to look at the snoopy bobble head she had as decoration. and ofc im like 'OMG HOW FUCKING CUTE' and we chit chat and then shes like hey i think youd like this, and then pulls me over to a glass case with a DRACULA TROLLS DOLL IN IT. and ofc im FREAKING OUT BC HOLY SHIT ITS A DRACULA TROLLS DOLL. anyways i did not have $25 to spare today :<

so we leave the flea market and go get movie snacks to smuggle in (im so poor btw), get to the theater and buy tickets. the worker is like 'yep saw x, youll be in theater 8' so me and my brother walk in and sit down just to be greeted by paul dano in a santa hat staring straight at us telling us about the stock market and nfts. we are like ????? check the tickets. they moved the time from 12:15pm to 1:50pm.... we have made a terrible blunder. we debate what to do b4 walking out of the theater and going up to the front like 'heyyyyyyy so we totally got the wrong time, can we come back later with the tickets or do we have to stay here?' and she was like 'yeah totally. i noticed u walked into dumb money a few minutes ago and was like hmmmm i wonder if they noticed.' SHE WAS GONNA JUST LEAVE US IN THERE. that is so fucking funny to me.

we go kill time at a thrift store, my younger brother buys a vial of holy water.

we come back, still terribly early but whtvr. me and my older brother play the worst game of pocket tanks this world has ever seen. my younger brother texts to let me know he stopped at a different thrift store on the way home and got me AN X FILES VHS FOR FIFTY FUCKING CENTS !!!!!! YIPPPEEEEEE!!!

we watch saw. very bad movie omg. come home, breath once then right back out the door for my older brothers band to practice and then a boring ass social event. there were burgers there tho,, damn fine food.

thats all the interesting stuff but im already here typing and your already here reading. i had a fight with my printer trying to print the notes i needed for rehearsals tmrrw (i waited last minute whoops). my cat did the most rancid thing i've ever seen. she propped her hind leg on the rim of the water bowl to lick her tosies.... i cannot even describe.. maybe i'll draw it later if i have the time. i set up my new figures on my desk (its so crowded lol) and i worked a little on the sculpture im making. yesterday my brother accidentally yanked my arm weird. he kinda pulled on the elbow i have previously fractured and it hurt but was fine, then tonight i was saying bye to my friend and he also yanked it. ouch. wearing a brace rn bc woof. i finished up some of the choreography i was working on for my next show, although i have no idea if it will actually work bc i did it alone in my room and not with like the 7 other ppl. i had a stange fruity drink, didnt taste good. my best friend texted me panicking bc she took smth WILD and was off her gourd. (shes on a business trip btw). i also did the laundry.

#spikes rambles #okay goodnight #mwah mwah mwah #long ass post sorry

[twitcheye]

I went to Fred Meyer yesterday. They’ve had Christmas shit up since before Halloween but where that was restrained in comparison, they have gone full “Santa Claus exploded, turns out he was full of glitter” now. I tried to maneuver my cart around a woman who was wearing a sweatshirt that said “Ho Ho HOLIDAYS!” but she kept changing course, darting in front of me, hyperventilating and yelling “Oh my GOODNESS” and grabbing at things.

One of the end caps was full of toddler-sized gnomes, those things that are super popular right now that are just a hat and beard with a nose sticking out. They look like somebody put a hat on a tiny penis that’s sticking out of a topiary clump of pubes to me. You know, these things:

…only these things at Fred Meyer were huge and made of plastic and lit up or something. I don’t know, I was trying not to look at them very much, the way I avoid looking at all dicks somebody is trying to show me in public.

The woman in the Ho Ho Holidays shirt was overcome with emotion. “Oh my GAAAAAWD” she said, in my direction, motioning to the gnomes. “Aren’t these THECUTIESTTHINGS YOUEVERDIDSEE”. I tried to avoid eye contact. She lunged in front of my cart, waving a gnome. “DON‘TCHA WANT TO EATEMUPTHEYRESO KEEEEEUUUUWWWWWWWT”

I panicked, and I did what I always do in these situations: I pretended I didn’t speak English. “Vārna vārnai acī neknābj,” I said, nodding. She looked confused. “Es tevi milu,” I added. (What I said was: “A crow will not pick out the eyes of another crow” and “I love you” in Latvian.). She smiled and nodded at me. “It’s a lil’ ELF,” she said, shaking the gnome. I switched languages. “Jävlar i min lilla låda!” I said. (“Hot DAMN” or literally, “there are devils in my little box” in Swedish). “It’s for CHRISMUSS” she said. “Ja!” I said, waving. “MerryCHRISMUSS” she said. “Dra åt helvete,” I observed, smiling. (‘Go to hell” in Swedish.) We grinned at each other. I steered my cart around her. “Perkele,” I said in Finnish. “Sielunvihollinen!” I said. (“Devils” and “Enemy of the soul”). “You too!” she said, cheerily. We parted from each other, both very pleased with our interactions.

#latvia #Sweden #everything is ridiculous #I can’t speak any of these languages #but I can swear in them #Finland #Death metal teaches you life skills

[safyresky]

19. Secret Santa

(25 Days of Christmas Prompts)

ehehehe, I think you'll like this one! Stuck a read more bc it got a lil long, haha. Sorry for the delay! Had to put my tinfoil hat on to get into Myles's head. It was. An experience. Enjoy!

Secret Santa

"What on the goddess given Earth is that," Olivia asked, stopping in the doorway to her stepbrother's room when she caught sight of his latest piece of art.

"It is my game plan to get Charlie as my Secret Santa."

"Why Charlie? Did you have a specific gift in mind for him?" Olivia asked, stepping into Myles's room (several crumpled up papers crunching under her feet as she made her way in).

"Hmm? What? Oh! No! No I mean, to make sure he gets me as his secret Santa."

"Why? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of it? It's supposed to be a secret, you're not supposed to know and you don't get to pick and ALSO, you can't pick FOR someone else."

"No, but hear me out. There is a way I can rig it, so that he naturally gets my name."

"But why?"

"Because they make the best sugar cookies at the North Pole and every time I'm there so is Dad and it's like he's got like, 'Myles is about to consume sugar' senses and it's like. Can't a fairy just have a cookie? As a treat? It's not like I don't brush and floss!"

Olivia laughed. "Well, your teeth will thank you later."

"My Teeth thank me every day!" Myles said, with an exasperated flutter of his wings, throwing his hands in the air. "Anyway, anyone else would get me like, a toy or new goggles which I don't want and I keep TELLING Spring that and she keeps SUGGESTING it EVERY secret Santa and it's very frustrating. We really ought a get her to NOT write out suggestions for everyone. I bet we'd win that by a landslide."

"She is a bit of a control freak," Olivia agreed, staring at Myles's latest convoluted pin board.

Photos of each Legate were pinned to it, with threads running all over the place. Olivia couldn't make heads or tails of the threads, even with the colour coding Myles was prone to doing. There were just...so many of them! The very top of the board had a selfie of Myles, throwing up a peace sign, his cracked goggles glinting in the light. Below his selfie was a rather unflattering one of Charlie mid-sneeze, and below THAT a picture of a fresh plate of sugar cookies from one of the cookbooks down in the kitchen, that Olivia was sure would perplex Roy and her Mom at some point this holiday season.

(They would simply stare at the cut out image, look at each other, both smile and say "Myles" and continue on their merry way, hoping the recipe on the flip side of the magazine wasn't one of the family favourites).

Olivia looked at the other photos, relieved when she saw hers was decent. "So. How does this one work?"

"Well," Myles said, his little wings fluttering excitedly. "Each Legate has a thread that's their colour. I've matched them all up with all possible scenarios. And the bright red thread is how I think, based on the last five years of Legate Secret Santas, this year's will go. Ready?"

"Yep! Hit me with it."

"Spring puts her name in first, then passes it over to Day on her right, then Night on her left. So their names are at the bottom of the thingy. From there, it goes to Jacqueline, who always passes it across from her to Charlie, who passes it to US. Then it goes down to Xander and Blossom and ends at Dite, who is beside Jacqueline, and Jacqueline picks first. That's why she almost always gets Dite. She never shakes it. And that's why she got Spring last year! Xander shook it."

"She was so mad," Olivia recalled with a laugh.

"But Spring really liked the fuzzy socks!" Myles said. "Anyway, Jacqueline passes it over to Day and Night and Spring, so they usually get Blossom, you, or me. Then it goes to CHARLIE. So here's how I sneak in. We mix the seats a little bit. It's not like they're assigned, anyway."

"Only at Summits."

"Right! So we sneak in and get our names in there after Jacqueline, and I think that should make it so that Charlie grabs my name!"

Olivia had some doubts about this plan.

"Oh, I know that look," Myles said. "Yeah, I know, there's lots of variables I haven't accounted for, like, someone shaking the basket or hat or whatever the thing is this year, or seat changes, but I think it could work! And if it doesn't, there's always next year! And the year after that, and after that, and after that..."

"Your tenaciousness is admirable," Olivia said.

---

Well, the holiday Legate meeting came and went. Myles managed to sit exactly where he thought he'd need to be to get Charlie to pick him as his secret Santa. He made sure to toss his name in there at the opportune moment as the cup went across the table.

Jacqueline grabbed it before Xander could shake it, and, based on her happy little smile, Myles guessed she had once again gotten Dite.

All according to plan, he thought, with a slightly maniacal grin and a little rub of his hands. It got him a weird look from Spring, and a giggle from Olivia.

Finally the hat came to Charlie. He pulled his name; he looked at it, surprised; then he briefly made eye contact with Myles.

Gotchya! Myles thought, as Olivia picked her name and snorted. She passed it over to Myles, who drew his secret Santa: Spring.

Easy peasy, he thought.

The meeting ended with Spring and Jacqueline almost throwing elements thanks to the seasonal transition coming up in the next few months. Which was a new record, actually. Usually a snowball went flying or petals swarmed Jacqueline's face. An almost boded well for the rest of the winter season, and was a great way to close out the meetings for the year.

Myles waited for Olivia, most of the Legates mingling with one another before heading off for the rest of the day. She was chatting with Charlie. He grinned; he had so done it. Blossom tapped Olivia's shoulder, distracting the pixie. She held up a finger in Myles's general direction. He nodded, stretching his arms and back, only to come up and bonk heads with Charlie.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, Myles! I didn't mean to sneak up on you."

"That's alright. Dad says I need to work on my spatial awareness and I think he's onto something," Myles said with a frown, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Anyway, hi! What's up!"

"I wanted to ask you something," Charlie said, pulling the teen closer. "I got your sister as my secret Santa."

Myles's heart plummeted. "Oh, you did? Cool! Nice! Great! Awesome!"

"Thanks?" Charlie said, confused. He blinked. "Anyway, I know what she wants, but I was wondering if you think there's anything she'd like! Like, appreciate? Something thoughtful, you know? Dad'll probably get her the switch, anyway. And that's like, a huge gift for a secret Santa, you know?"

"She wants a switch?"

"Yeah, to share with you, actually!"

"Oh. That's really sweet," Myles said with a little smiley pout.

"I thought so too! So, what do you think she'd like?"

"Definitely something thoughtful," Myles said, glancing over Charlie's shoulder. Olivia was making her way back. "I'll message you later, but thoughtful trinkets are very up her alley! Pixies like trinkets, especially healers like Olivia," he said with a small smile, as the aforementioned pixie joined them.

"What did I miss?"

"Oh, nothing," Charlie said with a grin. "I'll remember what you said. Both of you!" he added with a wink. "See you guys in a few weeks!" he shouted, rushing off and waving over his shoulder at them.

"So I guess that didn't go according to plan?" Olivia asked.

"I didn't even get to suggest the cookies because he told me who his was, and it wasn't me!" He sighed, looking droopy for a brief moment.

"There there," Olivia said, patting his shoulder. "There's always next year!"

Myles perked up at that.

---

The best part about the Legate's Secret Santa, was giving the gifts! Every Legate tried their best to very sneakily drop their gift off with their secret Santa during the year-end bash, without being noticed.

It made for a lot of fun moments, like Charlie getting whacked by a space-time present in the back of his head, for instance (which may have hurt, but Jacqueline had laughed so hard when she witnessed it, her laughter was contagious. Even Charlie was laughing as he rubbed the back of his head, eager to open his gift).

There wasn't a prize; it was just a fun challenge for a bunch of overpowered Legendary Beings to attempt! Especially during quiet years, or low work hours (COVID had done a number to their own retrieval rate, Myles had noticed. Turns out a lot less ordibeings lost teeth when sports were cancelled cross country due to pandemics).

So, Myles spent most of the party, well, enjoying the deserts and socializing and such, as you do at parties. BUT he was also ON ALERT to see who his gift giver was! He himself had managed to sneak Spring's gift into some of the vines on her skirt. That had been a very fun use of Tooth Fairy prowess. He smirked as Night poked it with his staff, Spring gasping and pulling the new flowery garden hat out of the vines.

"Nice one," Olivia said, landing beside her brother with her fist outstretched.

"I didn't even bonk into anyone," Myles replied, fist bumping her back.

"Doubly nice!"

"I know!"

"Charlie pulled mine out from behind my ear."

"Impressive given your headscarf."

"Right?! Look what he got me!" She said, holding up an ornament. It was shaped like a switch and had her name on one of the joycons, and Myles's on the other.

"Oh, that's so sweet!"

"I know! Did you tell him?"

Myles chuckled. "Well, I may have given him a bit of a pointer," he said, scratching his head under his pilot cap.

Olivia laughed. "Well, thank you, Myles. I figured I'd return the favour for you," she said, laying her palms flat in front of his face. With a small tink sound, a colourful Christmas tin appeared in a poof of pixie dust, sitting comfortably in her hands. "Ta-da!"

"You're my Secret Santa?!" Myles nearly yelled, his wings fluttering excitedly.

"Yup! And these are fresh from up North, thanks to Charlie," she said with a grin, waving at him. He waved and grinned back, his mouth full of marshmallows.

Myles was floating a bit. "Ah! Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU!" he said with a grin, hugging her tightly.

Olivia, who was not prepared for a sudden death hug from Myles, found herself pulled in tightly to the side. She gasped, watching helplessly as the cookie tin fell and landed on the floor with a clatter, the lid flying, the cookies spilling out and breaking up.

Myles looked down at it, aghast; the sugar cookies lay in pieces on the floor. He sunk down to his knees, putting the broken pieces in his hands. His lips quavered; he looked like he was ready to cry.

"Oh, Myles, don't worry, it's—"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Myles yelled out, throwing his head back, eyes closed tightly. The party went quiet; every Legate had turned their attention to Myles, some gasping, some making their way to comfort, others choking on their marshmallows to start this year's edition of 'who really IS the chubby bunny champion' discourse.

Olivia sighed, shaking her head with a fond smile. She'd tell him it would magically refill after the theatrics. He'd appreciate the hugs coming his way, after all.

#dani answers #dani writes #someheroescarryfloss #smile shots #crystal springs #cribmas prompts #this was fun lmao. myles is a little silly and i love him for it #the DRAMATICS #writing #fanfic #the santa clause #tsc #tsc2 #tsc3 #ocs #anywhomst hoping I can get the next one uppero sooneros!! #i also could NOT get the mental image of both tf and myles in the ktichen at night #sneaking cookies #then they crash into each other and turn around and see the other with a mouthful of cookies (and also arm full) #and it's just. spiderman pointing at spiderman meme lmao #i may draw it #idk

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New chapter just dropped for my Bernard x OC fic Something in the air. Here is a collage of some vibes and a sweet lil moment Bernie and my OC share in the reindeer stables at the North Pole

~read an excerpt below~

There was a long silence. Gale worried her lip with her teeth, looking back down at the hay in her hands. “Do you remember yesterday… when I fell and you caught me?”

“Yeah.”

“Could…” Gale hesitated and tried again, “Could that happen again, but without the falling part?”

Bernard’s eyebrows must have been hidden by his hat they were raised so high. He tried to keep his reaction inward, though, so as not to embarrass the faerie. “I’m sure something can be arranged,” he assured her and opened his arms, “Come here.”

Gale hesitated, making a face. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do something just because I said so.”

“I’m sure,” he promised and gathered her in his arms, “Come here.” As the faerie settled in his embrace, slowly relaxing and wrapping her arms around his middle, Bernard talked to keep the tension down and comfort the poor girl. “Things are hard right now. Hugs help… especially for a faerie, right? Anytime you need a hug, you know where to find me.”

Gale frowned to herself, but was soothed enough by the hug that it was only a slight downturn of her lips, “I don’t know if I do. I don’t even know where your office is.”

“I’ll show you sometime, if you like,” Bernard offered.

~link to my fic is attached below~

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