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luvrxbunny · 1 year ago

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winter wonderland

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Prompt: Strip Club

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.9k

A/N: uhh idk i kinda feel like i have to have an author's note? Idk what to say tho (not proofread) and um. ily guys <3

Bucky walks around his club, admiring his dancers- not sexually, never in that way. He admires them for their discipline, strength, and determination, he couldn’t do half the things they do on the pole, all with a smile and trying to look appealing to the hungry gaze of the men in the audience. He makes sure everything is ready for tonight, he just expanded to a new area and this is his grand opening. He hired some new talent, a new bartender, and spared no expense on alcohol, lights, and outfits for his girls.

He walks past the practice room and hears music blaring inside, a slow sultry, rock-esk song. He turns to see a group of girls standing by the window, watching whatever’s happening inside the room. “Psst.” He gets the attention of one of the girls, Fawn. “What’s happening in there?” He keeps his voice low, a hushed whisper to not distract the other girls and Fawn’s face lights up in excitement. “Oh my god, Winter. You haven’t met her?!” Her New York accent is thick with shock.

He feels a bit embarrassed at her reaction and she’s right, he should’ve met her by now but he’s been too busy. His expansion took him away from being hands-on more than he had accounted for, he had to outsource hiring to Cheetah. He gives her a shrug and prompts her to keep talking. “Well, she’s new to the scene, a cute little thing, nice little schtick she’s got going on.” He nods as she speaks, taking in her little pieces of information. “She- You know what? No. Go meet her! You were there for my audition, the poor girl hasn’t even seen you yet.”

He looks at her with his eyes wide, surprised at how she’s commending him, someone who’s technically her boss. “Okay, Fawn. Tone down the spice.” He scoffs at her with a smirk before opening the door, her cackle-like laugh fading out as he enters the room. Your music takes over his ears, a harsh beat, mechanical type of song. When he looks up you’re nothing like he expected. You have baby pink lingerie on, bunny ears sprouting from your head, soft white cuffs on your wrists and ankles with jewels littering your body. Your eyes are closed, your bottom lip tucked beneath your teeth, your brows furrowed in concentration as you spin, flip your body, and slide down the pole, showing off the little tuft, your bunny tail, at the base of your spine.

Your eyes are still shut lightly as you flip again, your feet planted on the ground as you walk around the pole slowly. There’s an irresistible arch in your back and you keep your toes pointed as they touch down on the ground. You spin yourself around, a ballerina spin before unhooking your leg and repositioning your hand for a carousel spin, showing yourself off. The song ends and you slowly drop yourself to the ground, sitting pretty with your hands still on the pole while the music dies out. You flop back onto the floor, panting from exertion with a smile on your face and your eyes still closed.

He just stares at you for a moment, your skin glistening with sweat, your chest heaving, and his dick pressing desperately against the fabric of his pants.

He never reacts to his dancers like this, it’s always purely appreciative, of their art and the work they put in. He knows the business inside out, he’s seen the struggle his dancers go through to keep their bodies appealing, to master certain moves. He’s never been able to see the arousal of it since seeing the inner workings, it’s like watching a workout video to him. Your dance though, the way you move, your outfit, the stark contrast between your aesthetic and the song, something about it all seemed to be a perfect storm for him. He’s buzzing with want. He wants you.

You’re still panting on the ground, your breaths beginning to even out some more when he speaks up. “That was impressive.” You shoot up into a seated position, your breaths quickening again in fear. Your eyes land on him and you stand up, covering your body slightly as you back up, standing behind the pole like it could help you, the action brings a soft smile to his face. “Who are you?”

He walks towards you, taking his hands from his pockets and holding them up in surrender. You back up even further and notice the window in the practice room, and how many girls are giggling on the other side. You jump and look back at him frantically- seemingly surprised at how many people had been watching you. “Calm down, honey. I’m Winter, this is my club.” Your back straightens and your hands drop to your sides before settling behind your back and you half bow to him before standing up straight and shaking your head at yourself.”Oh-! Hell- Hi, sir. I- My name is B- well, I go by Bunny.”

You have a soft, nervous smile and your eyes keep darting to the girls in the window, gawking at the interaction. “Nice to meet you, Bunny. Would you like to come to my office?” You breathe out a sigh of relief and nod at him desperately before rushing to his side, following him out of the practice room and into his office.

He gives you a large coat he had on a rack in the corner of his office with a chuckle before walking around to sit on his side of the desk. “Sorry, I don’t have something nicer for you. I usually have these really nice bath towel type things? But I uh- I left them at my other location so…” He trails off awkwardly and smooths his hands over his desk. He looks up at you and you’re just staring at him with a little amused smirk on your face. “What?”

You giggle at him, leaning forward as you laugh and he tries not to stare at your cleavage. “You’re- You seem awfully nervous for like- a strip club owner.” He actually belly laughs at that, it shoots from his chest, shocking to his own ears when he hears him. His laughs die down before your giggles and his chest warms at the sound, along with his cock as the rest of his blood rushes south. “To be honest, Bunny. I think that’s just you.” You laugh even more at that and it stabs his ego for a moment.

“I’m the only one who thinks that? I mean- It could be just how I’m seeing the situation but-” He tries not to laugh at your misunderstanding. “No, Bunny.” He cuts you off. “You’re the only one who makes me nervous.” Your rambling stops short, your back straightens again and his jacket begins to fall off your shoulders, exposing a bit more of your outfit. His eyes can’t help but dart down to take the sight in. It stabs him with arousal, he takes a sharp breath and leans back in his chair, spreading his legs to give his cock more room to grow, filling and fattening up for you.

“M-me? Cus- Is it like- because you- because we haven’t met before or..?” Your eyes dart around the room and your breathing is picking up. He can see your hips wiggling in the seat, either grinding into it or pressing your legs together- his new position takes his view from your lower half. His eyes trail up your body before meeting yours. “That’s not why, sweetheart.” You shake your head lightly with a little breath of disbelief. You have a questioning look in your eyes, like you truly believe that he’s lying or you’re completely misreading the situation.

“I mean-” You gain a cocky smirk, like you’ve finally figured out what’s really happening. “I’m a stripper, it’s kinda my jo-ob” You have a little tune in your voice, sing-songy, like it’s a joke. His face is straight when you look back up to him, not finding one hint of amusement in his eyes.

“Actually.” He sits back up in his chair, clasping his hands over his desk and leaning into you. “I find it harder to understand the- the more erotic side of stripping. Your work is artistic to me, I’m generally indifferent to all my dancers but-” His breathing shudders as he recalls your dance. “Something about your-” His mouth gapes as he tries to pinpoint what it is exactly that’s affecting him so much but he can’t think of just one. “You. Something about you is- seems to be affecting me.”

His eyes trail up your body and stop on yours as he finishes his sentence. There’s something so penetrating about his gaze, you can feel yourself heating up under it, a tingle growing between your legs and your panties beginning to dampen. You’re still cautious though, for all you know he could do this with every dancer. “You don’t usually—?” He cuts you off before you can even finish your question. “Never.”

You look him over, taking in his features and deciding whether he’s lying or not. You look in his eyes and they look… truthful. So you lunge for him, crashing his lips into yours, earning a shocked moan from his lips as his large hand comes up to hold your head in place. You lean closer to him, trying to get as close as possible until the desk begins to dig into your ribcage. You separate from him with a moan, a dissatisfied whine falling from his lips until he sees you rushing to his side of the desk, immediately seating yourself in his lap and connecting your lips back to his.

His hands are on your hips with a groan as he instantly grinds up into you, pressing his hot bulge against your clothed clit. You moan into his mouth, detaching your lips to watch the way his hips move against you, how his hands dig into your hips and grind you onto his cock. His head is thrown back and he’s moaning a bit louder than you would’ve expected, you’re drinking them up. You look back at him and arch your back, leaning to him and changing the angle of your hips over his cock. You kiss at his chin, whining against his bottom lip as he assaults your clit.

The fabric of the lingerie is creating so much friction against your clit, it feels good until it borders on painful, almost rubbing you raw with the rough material until he sticks his hand through the side of your panties, gathers all your nectar that’s been resting at the entrance of your hole and spread it all over your pussy, bringing that perfect slickness back to your clit and winning himself a moan of “Winter” against his neck.

He grunts at your outburst and brings his hands back to your hips. “Bucky, sweetheart. Call- shit. Call me, Bucky, baby.” You whine louder into his neck, insanely turned on by the fact that he trusts you with his real name and wants you to moan it for him. You’re too in your head though, mulling over your own thoughts, in the clouds to comply with his wishes. He thinks it’s because he’s not giving you enough so he backs your hips up.

Your head is buried in his neck and you whine at the loss of movement. You peek your head back to see what he’s doing and watch him fumble with his underwear, jeans already undone and unzipped, his hand now down his pants, jerking himself quickly before pulling it out. Your hips tilt to him subconsciously once his cock is out, red, leaking, and throbbing for you. You can already imagine how deep he’ll go, how sore you’ll be after, and how you won’t be able to think of anything but him while you dance for other men.

You lunge for his lips again as your hand reaches down for his cock, your fingers overlapping with his as you wrap your hand around his tip, forcing his out of the way as you slide down his shaft. He moans into your lips and brings his hand to the back of your head, holding your face to his lips more aggressively as his hips begin to thrust into your hand rhythmically. You pull back and consider letting him cum like this. The sight is something to behold, his shirt slightly lifted, showing off his happy trail to his unzipped jeans, his cock, big, pink, and pulsing in your hand with his eyes squeezed shut and moans spilling from his lips. You almost let him cum like that.

But then his thrusts change into a swivel, fucking himself into your hand languid and passionately and you’re suddenly jealous of your fist. So you let go, pull your panties aside, and seat yourself on his cock before he can even process what’s happening. His eyes shoot open with a yelp and one hand comes to grip your hip painfully while the other slams down on the desk before running over his face and through his hair. “D- hmmm.” He breathes out a frustrated breath of air that sounds like a groan. “I’m trying to last for you, Bunny. I don’t do this.” His hand loosely gestures between the two of you.

You’re nodding at him, half understanding what he’s saying but most of your strength is trying to stop your pussy from fluttering around him due to the intense stare he’d holding you with as he reprimands you. You breathe a sigh of relief and immediately start bouncing on his cock once he’s done talking. His eyes roll back and his hands grip your hips, trying to keep them down but not having enough strength to stop the overwhelming pleasure you’re pummeling him with. “Bunny-” He says your name like a warning and his hand tenses over your hip, you would listen if you weren't so far gone.

His cock has been pressed against your G-Spot since you dropped yourself on him. Your legs are too weak to push yourself off his cock far enough to rearrange him so you’ve just been fucking him into that spot again and again, unable to escape the pleasure. Your eyes are permanently on the ceiling, almost rolled back and your mouth open, letting ruined moans fall from your lips like a siren song. You’re calling to him, begging him with your sounds to take over and thrust himself into you, asking for him to fill your tight pussy.

His hands tighten over your waist and grind you onto him as his hips begin to jump in his chair, fucking into you with a force that’s making you see stars. “Bucky! Th- there! Don’t stop, Bucky.” You wrap your arms around him and his hand comes to the arch of your back, holding your body against him. “Fuck. What’re you doin’ to me, doll? Gonna make me cum so hard.” His hand slides to your upper back as your head lifts from his neck, your dazed eyes fixated on his lips. “M’gonna cum so hard for you.” His hand pushes you into his lips with a moan, you’re able to catch the way his eyes roll back when your lips meet before yours slip shut. He whines into your lips as his thrusts become weaker, more frantic, and lose their pace.

You pull away from him to moan into his mouth, unable to contain any sounds as he shoves you over the edge. Your body convulses, folding into his as you become a vice around him, choking his cock and forcing his orgasm to spew from his tip. It tears through him like a hurricane, every muscle tensing, his arms almost crushing you in their embrace as a painful groan shakes out of him and devolves into a whimper as your pussy coaxes more cum from his pulsing cock.

Your hips are grinding into him mindlessly, overstimulating the both of you as your orgasms die down. Bucky is whining pathetically under you, begging you to stop, slow down, and calm down all with his hands still on your hips. Instead of stopping you though, he’s just resting them there, letting you take whatever you need from him with no resistance.

Your hips eventually calm down, slowing to a stop over him, resting your head on his shoulder and basking in the silence of the room, in how his hand rubs over your back before pausing to draw random shapes. You’re drifting to sleep in his hold, humming contentedly when he presses kisses to the top of your head.

Someone knocks and opens his door without waiting got an answer. He spins in his chair around to hide your body from view. “What is the point of knocking if you’re not going to wait for an answer?” He speaks to the person in a sharp whisper. “Oh. My. God. I didn’t mean for you to get to know her like this! Jeez, boss.” Fawn. He turns slightly, only enough to see her and so she can see the serious look on his face. “Not a word to anyone.” She rolls her eyes and pulls his door shut with a snort.

You start to writhe in his lap, groaning, and your brows furrow. He coos at you until you fall back into your deep sleep, a soft smile on his face when you bury your face in his neck and breathe out a soft exhale. He whispers soft words in your ear, rubbing over your skin to keep you warm until showtime.

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lv3psh · 2 months ago

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𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩.𝐬𝐡

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗼𝘂𝗹, 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭𝗸

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗯𝗳!𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 (𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆) 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗮/𝗻: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆

the first snow of the season had arrived in Seoul, blanketing the city in a serene layer of white. the gentle light of dawn filtered through the cream-coloured curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. you stirred awake, feeling the comforting weight of sunghoon's arm draped over you. his steady breathing and the warmth of his body made the morning feel serene and perfect.

you turned your head slightly to see sunghoon still asleep, a peaceful smile on his face. the first snow of the season was falling outside, and you could see the flakes drifting past the window. it was as if the world had been dusted with a layer of magic.

quietly, you slipped out of bed and wrapped yourself in a cozy robe. you tiptoed to the window and pulled back the curtains, revealing a picturesque scene. the city streets were blanketed in white, and the rooftops looked like something out of a fairytale.

just then, you heard sunghoon stir behind you. he propped himself up on one elbow before standing up and heading over to you, blinking sleepily. “morning baby,” he said as he enveloped you in his arms, wrapping you in a back hug. his voice a soft murmur as his eyes followed your gaze to the window, and a bright smile spread across his face. “looks like we’re in for a perfect snow day.”

you turned to him, feeling your heart flutter at the sight of his sleepy smile. “it’s beautiful. did you have something in mind for today?”

sunghoon’s eyes twinkled with excitement as he admired you from below. “how about we make the most of it? i thought we could head out and enjoy the snow. i even brought my camera to capture and film all the fun.” you nodded enthusiastically, "that sounds perfect hoonie."

after a quick breakfast together — some warm toast and fresh fruit — you both bundled up in your winter gear. sunghoon put on his favorite coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck, and you admired how he looked so effortlessly stylish even in the cold.

with a playful grin, sunghoon grabbed his camera and led you outside. the snow had thickened overnight, and each step you took created a satisfying crunch. he started snapping pictures of the snowy landscape and of you, as you admired the winter wonderland around you.

“baby, let’s start with some snow angels!” he suggested. you both headed to a nearby open field, and with a burst of energy, flopped down into the soft snow. the coolness of the snow against your skin was refreshing and as you moved your arms and legs to make angels, you could hear sunghoon laughing behind his camera.

his laughter was infectious, and you found yourself giggling as he showed you the photos he’d taken — some with you looking completely engrossed in making snow angels and others with him trying to create his own, looking hilariously serious.

soon enough, a snowball fight began. sunghoon ducked behind a snowbank, grinning mischievously as he readied his first snowball. you tried to defend yourself, but his playful aim was too good. snowballs flew through the air and the two of you ended up in a flurry of snow and laughter.

after a while, both of you were breathless and laughing hard. “how about we warm up?” sunghoon suggested, his cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement.

you agreed and he led you to a nearby café that looked like a cozy haven. the café was warm and inviting, with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filling the air. you both settled into a corner booth, still chuckling from the snowball fight.

as you sipped your hot cocoa and sunghoon enjoyed his coffee, he pulled out his camera to show you the photos from earlier. each picture and videos were a snapshot of the day’s joy — snowflakes catching in your hair, candid laughter, and playful moments.

“these are the cutest hoon,” you said, your eyes lighting up as you looked through the photos. “you’ve captured everything so perfectly."

sunghoon’s smile was soft and sincere. “i wanted to make sure we had something to remember this day by. it’s been really special.”

after you finished your drinks, you both decided to take a leisurely walk along the river. the snow was still falling gently, and the riverbanks looked serene and untouched. sunghoon took more photos as you strolled hand in hand, capturing the tranquility of the snowy scene and the warmth of your moments together.

when you reached a quaint bridge overlooking the river, sunghoon paused and took a photo of the two of you with the snowy landscape as the backdrop. he looked at you with a tender expression. “today has been amazing. I’m so glad we got to share it together.”

you leaned in closer, feeling a deep sense of contentment and smiled at him. “i couldn’t agree more. this has been one of the best days ever.”

as the sun began to set and the snowlight faded to twilight, sunghoon walked you back to your home. outside, you both lingered, not wanting to let the day end. he showed you one last photo — a beautiful shot of the two of you with snowflakes falling gently around you, looking truly happy. “this is my favorite,” he said softly. “it’s like a perfect memory of today.”

you took his hand and squeezed it gently, feeling a rush of affection. “thank you for making today so special hoon. i'll cherish these memories forever.”

sunghoon smiled warmly and pulled you into a gentle hug. he then leaned in, his eyes locking with yours. “i’m really glad we got to spend today together."

before you could respond, sunghoon’s lips brushed against yours in a tender kiss. the moment felt timeless, surrounded by the gentle snowfall and the soft glow of the streetlights. you kissed him back, feeling the warmth and love between you. as you finally pulled away, sunghoon rested his forehead against yours. “see you soon, okay?”

“definitely,” you replied, your heart full. with one last, heartfelt smile, sunghoon walked away, his footsteps crunching softly in the snow. you watched him go, feeling that this snowy day had been truly magical. the snowflakes continued to fall, each one a reminder of the beautiful moments you’d shared together.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 © 𝗹𝘃𝟯𝗽𝘀𝗵. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱.

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bodynblood666 · 11 months ago

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Winter Wonderland

It’s been snowing here and I got a hit of inspiration and decided to write and guess what it’s about Phantom again are we surprised???

WC:1,409

Relationship: Swiss x Phantom (tinie tiny bit of Cumulus x Aurora)

Warnings: None, Fluff

Summary: Phantom’s been told about this beautiful thing called snow and a snow storm will hit the ministry and Phantom just can’t wait. Swiss told Phantom that the two of them will play in the snow all day together.

As the days progress, they start to grow colder and colder. The leaves start to fall off the tree outside the Ministry, and frost starts to gloss over the stained-glass windows. Copia and the rest of the pack told Phantom exactly what was happening when his questions started. Fall was ending and winter was pushing its way through the world. Rain had told Phantom what was to be expected next, and that is the thing that Phantom is most excited about. Snow. He was told about snow and all its wonders. He was told how cold it was but also how fun it is to play in. He was so excited to play in the snow for the first time. Lucky for Phantom, a snowstorm was about to hit the Ministry.

“Phantom, the storm will not hit until the middle of the night. You have to wait.” Swiss chuckled as he watched the young ghoul sitting by the window, patiently waiting for the snow to start.

“Can’t you make the snow start falling now, Swiss?” Phantom questioned, turning his head to look at Swiss.

Swiss smiled and shook his head. “I can’t do that batty, I’m sorry.” At his words, Phantom turned to look back out the window, dejected.

“Come one batty, let's go to bed and in the morning, we can go play in the snow for as long as you want, ok.” Swiss extended his hand to Phantom.

Phantom turned to look at Swiss again, with childlike wonder filling his features again. “You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.” Swiss beamed when Phantom accepted his hand. Phantom followed Swiss, as the older ghoul led him back to his room.

After a quick trek across the ghoul den, Swiss pushes his door open and Phantom immediately flops onto the bed, already squirming under the blankets trying to get warm. Swiss softly closes the door behind him and makes his way to his bed. Swiss smiles down at the lump under his cover and carefully nudges Phantom to move over, which he happily oblige by. Swiss slips under the cover and wraps the two of them in a comforting warmth. Phantom wraps his arms and legs comfortably around the bigger ghoul and carefully lays his head on Swiss’ chest. Swiss, in turn, wraps his arms protectively around the smaller ghoul and holds him tightly against his body. Soon enough, Phantom drifts off to sleep in the warm, comforting embrace of his packmate.

Sunlight drifts into the dark room, flooding it with light. Phantom stirs as the bright light hits his face. Phantom groans as he wants nothing more but to head back to bed. But soon enough his consciousness takes over and he shoots out of bed. Phantom shakes Swiss off him and he jumps out of the bed and runs over to the large window in Swiss’ room. He throws the curtain open, revealing the outside world. The ground outside was covered in a blanket of white. Ice dangles from the rooftops of neighboring buildings of the Ministry. Snow covers the bare branches of the surrounding tree enclosing the Abbey from the rest of the world. Phantom beams with excitement as he casts his eyes upon the scenery outside.

“Swiss! Swiss!” Phantom yells as he shakes his packmate awake. “The snow is here! That means we can go outside and play now!”

“Phantom, please it’s too early for this…” Swiss groans as he rolls back over, hoping to fall back asleep.

“But Swiss please, you promised.” Phantom whined as he made his way to the other side of the bed, crouching down to meet Swiss face to face. Swiss begrudgingly opened his eyes and was met with big lavender eyes staring back at him. A heavy sigh erupts from Swiss’ throat as he starts to stand up, unable to break his promise.

“Ok, let's go,” Swiss said as he stood up and pulled a hoodie over his head. Phantom cheered as he practically threw the door open but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder before he could run out. “Wait, wait it’s cold out there batty, you need to be bundled up before you can go and play.”

Phantom watched as Swiss pulled a pair of big, bulky jackets from his closet. Swiss hands Phantom a pair of gloves and a hat as he starts helping Phantom zip his jacket up, making him look like a toddler in an oversized coat. Once Phantom was properly covered, Swiss finally let him go outside.

When Phantom was finally allowed to go and play in the snow, he was met with the rest of the pack. Dew and Aether seemed to be in the middle of a snowball fight, Rain was building a snowman with Aurora, Cirrus and Sunshine were making snow angles and Cumulus was sitting on one of the benches happily watching everyone. As Phantom looked upon his packmates, there was one ghoul that was missing.

“Where’s Mountain? Phantom questioned as his eyes still roamed over the area, thinking he just missed him.

“Oh, Mountain doesn’t like the cold, so he spends every winter in his room,” Swiss replied. “don’t worry too much about him batty”

All Phantom can reply with is a small ‘ok’ as he runs over to join Rain and Aurora. Swiss smiles at Phantom as he starts making his way over to Cumulus.

“I’m surprised you two weren't out at the crack of dawn,” Cumulus says as Swiss sits down next to her. “Frankly, I’m surprised it took you so long to get out here.”

“Trust me we would have been out here sooner, but I wasn’t going to let Phantom out unless he was properly dressed.” Swiss chuckled as he watched Phantom as he helped Rain rolls a big ball of snow.

“The same thing happened with Aurora, she almost ran out in her night dress,” Cumulus laughed as she remembered dragging a kicking Aurora back into the ministry, trying to get her properly dressed.

The two of them sat in silence together. Swiss watching Phantom and Cumulus watching Aurora. The two younger ghouls have grown so much since they were first summoned. They’ve let themselves show their true selves to the rest of pack and everyone had fallen in love with them because of it. Swiss couldn’t believe that the shy ghoul that had walked through the summoning circle, is the same ghoul that’s having the time of his life playing around in the snow.

As Swiss was stuck in his thoughts, reminiscing about all the fun times him and Phantom have had, he felt something cold hit his face. Swiss whipped the snow off his face and looked at the scene in front of him, Phantom standing on the other side of the yard, holding another snowball in his hand, Dew, Aether, Rain, Cirrus, Sunshine and Aurora all throwing snowballs at each other.

“You said we would play in the snow together, but you’re sitting over there on the bench. Now come and join us, both of you,” Phantom bossed throwing another snowball, this time hitting Cumulus.

At the sound of Cumulus’ little ‘oof’, everyone stopped their battles and turned their attention to what was unfolding in front of them. The snow fell off Cumulus’ face and hit the ground with a BLOP when it hit the ground. Cumulus turned to Swiss beside her, looking at him with a mischievous smile. Swiss, already know where this is heading, gave her a mischievous smile back, and gave her fresh ammo, ready for the war that is about to unfold. Cumulus happily grabbed the snowball in Swiss’ hand and the two of them jumped up and ran to join everyone.

What felt like hours had passed, and their little battle was finally over, and Swiss had come out the victor. Soon enough the door to the Ministry flew open, and Mountain stood in the doorway, wrapped in his comforter, trying desperately to protect himself from the outside cold.

“Copia made hot chocolate,” Mountain yelled to the group. “Hurry up and get inside or you’re not getting any.” Before Mountain could even finish his sentence, everyone started running back to the Ministry.

“Do you think we can go out again tomorrow?” Phantom asked Swiss as he whipped the snow off his face.

“Of course, batty, anything for you,” Swiss said bringing Phantom in for a hug and kissing the top of his head. “Anything for you.”

#zoo's fics #the band ghost fic #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #swisstom #the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #nameless ghoul #aeon ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette

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goofyahhchicken · 1 year ago

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Winter King x Present-Time Reader!

(confusing name, ik.)

Reader is from 2020s, pretty much around 2023-2025, lemme know if you want me to continue!

im a new writer so feedback and support is much appreciated-❤️

Warnings: Light swearing, y/n not used, fainting and wounds?

Your POV

You were snowed in your house, looking for a way out to work since your boss is a douche- then after multiple avalanches coming through your windows and doors you decided to just kick the ice out of the way and take the day off.

you slipped

blacked out, last thing you saw was blue sparkles forming around the (now mushy) snow you kicked

Somehow instead of waking up and seeing your sweatpants and band tee whilst blasting music through your bluetooth headphones, you were covered in blankets in all shades of blue and your headphones were nowhere to be seen

A man the same shade of blue as the mattress you were sitting on waltzed into the room

After the blue guy introducing himself and mansplaining how you got there (he doesn’t know either.) your nervous system got the suprise of a floor made of ice!

He ordered his “Ice Scouts” to get you fluffy slippers

much.. better?

Still not level-headed due to the fall, you tried to run and escape this odd little dream

your arm got caught on a little spike of ice

ow!

not a dream.

aw shit

The blue guy stopped you and introduced himself as The Winter King, but he said you could just call him winter.

He glided around you, (almost examining your outfit) talking about how excited he was to have a guest after all these years.

Feeling judged, you decided to return the favour and make fun of his outfit with some witty comebacks

He just chuckled-

He started asking where you were from as you were derealising and being the normal human you were you just said your country

“When”

tf?

when?

“202-“

His mouth was agape, you started to wonder if this was the past or the future, cus you don’t fw time travel

Neither does he by the look of it.

His POV

After a blissful voyage across the snowy mountains he noticed a large blue luminous circle under the abundance of snow.

Could this be a sign of new magic source? he was in need of something to fully demolish the crowns curse (cus bro was sick of Candy Queen.)

He started digging with his bare hands and jumped in nose first like a fennec fox.

He felt something warm, so warm that it feels cold at first.

a hand?

HUMMAAAAANN??

He dragged the human(?) by their collar in fear of melting, honestly he was just too excited to have a tight enough grip and the human rolled all the way down the mountain.

Flopping like a fish

WAIT ARE THEY DEAD?

He glissaded down the mountain, trying to keep his composure to not alarm his ice citizens.

Realising he forgot the whereabouts of a human heart, he felt your back and started to freak out.

until you made a faint shiver

oh!

He demanded his Ice Scouts to take you to his castle and dry you off.

He merrily sang about having a “new friend” around the streets of his winter wonderland and headed back to the castle.

When you woke up he NEEDED to know where you came from, but not before making a good first impression!!!

He didn’t pay much attention to your outfit as it was overshadowed by the fact you were a human!

He meticulously examined your clothing once you had woken up, he didn’t understand the silly little things you were saying about his outfit, however the insults and slang sounded slightly familiar.

When he found out you were from his time he freaked out, were you a magic holder or was this actual time travel?

He needed to know MORE!

#fionna and cake #winter king #winter king fionna and cake #winter king x reader #simon petrikov #simon petrikov winter king #adventure time #adventure time x reader #new writer boost

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homicidal-slvt · 11 months ago

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"That's Not Mistletoe"

MDNI

Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Very Vague Angst, Pure Fluff, Cheesy As Fuck

Christmas time rolls around only once a year and honestly- that seems like once too many these days.

Missions, missions and more missions... God, life is a real kick in the ass, huh?

Then there's the holidays where things continue to be chaos and you just- miss your family. Miss what it used to be like as a kid before everything went to shit. Oh well.

"Damn, who pissed in your cheerios?"

You look up to spot the one and only Peter Maximoff, standing there with a bowl full of cereal munching on it with his hand- Seriously, has this guy never heard of a spoon?

Is he your best friend? Yes. Does that mean you also think he's a hype-speed disaster? Definitely.

"Just a little sick of listening to Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree for the umpteenth time."

"Oooo, someone's a bit grinchy."

"Yeah, well- it ain't exactly 'The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year' for me."

"Maaaybe, I can change that."

Oh, you know that look in those big beautiful brown eyes. Deceptively adorable but most definitely going to get into trouble.

Peter is both the smartest and dumbest person you know. He can be super intelligent and quick witted but also often doesn't think things through fully.

However, you can't resist that charming grin and flicker of mischief. Deciding to up whatever this is into a game- a challenge. Peter loves challenges.

"Alrighty then. Go ahead and play my Silver Santy Claus. Make my spirit bright and merry."

••

You just lay pathetically on your back in the snow with the flakes falling on your face, not bothering to move at all.

"That is not how you make a snow angel."

"My bones hurt, Peter. You're lucky. Your speedy ass is warm by nature."

His eyes meet yours and there's something in the moment, his cheeks and nose ever so slightly red, snowflakes glistening in his silver hair. It looks like he belongs in a winter wonderland- genuinely got a bit of a cute Jack Frost look goin' on right now.

'Fwip'

Before you could stare too long in a silver blur he's abruptly flopped down into the snow by your side, star-fishing against the ground to make a snow angel, his foot nudging your leg in the process.

"Ah, god... Personal space, Peter."

"Oops."

••

Highlight of the day so far? Peter unintentionally ice skating.

He rushes by you carrying the cold wind with him, which is very much not appreciated given you were already feeling like a total popsicle...

He made a major error though- the sidewalk was a bit icy in a spot and you watch him go flying across the ground, feet straight out from under the poor guy.

You watch as he ends up face down in a random pile of snow, luckily he doesn't seem to be too injured or anything... So, like any good friend you start laughing like hell.

"Holy shit, dude. You okay?"

"Yep... Just wounded my ego."

He simply brushes it right off and flashes a bright grin up at you, snow clinging all over his face, some flakes trapped in his eyelashes...

Oh shit- cute...

Little did you know- his whole chest swelled with warmth at your laughter. It was like the cold and busting his ass was entirely irrelevant when he saw your beaming smile. This is all he wanted...

••

Decorating your room with Quickie? What could go wrong!

You stare at the stupid amount of silver tinsel just- everywhere. Like. He put it everywhere.

Because of course he went ham with the silver theme.

"We need more colors, Peter."

His elbow nudges your side as he comes to a halt by you, shuffling his feet and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Are ya kidding? I think silver suits you almost as much as it does me."

Your eyes glance down to realize you also got wrapped in silver tinsel as well, an unamused expression gracing your face as you look back up at him.

It is funny but you aren't gonna give him that.

"More color, Peter."

"Alright, alright... I'll go get the other boxes."

••

Before you know it- you have gotten really into Christmas. It feels like you're a kid again, arranging the ornaments just so on the mini tree in the corner of your room. Everything else that happened to make you bitter towards the holiday fades towards the background.

Christmas is fun when you have someone to celebrate with.

"Look who's gettin' into the holiday spirit... Seems I really am Silver Santy Claus."

Your eyes roll dramatically as you turn to face a clearly overly-proud-of-himself Peter. You'd think he just saved a bus full of civilians with the twinkle in his eyes.

"Yeah, okay, Santa."

"Wanna sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas-"

He was gonna crack a joke and tease you but had no idea where he was taking that and it also... Sounded a bit - well - yeah. An awkward pause follows and you can't stop yourself from laughing.

"Jesus, Peter. Stuff really just falls outta your mouth, huh?"

"The offer still stands."

Oh. Well now you're blushing. Not good.

He grins triumphantly rather than being embarrassed, instead just teasing the hell out of you anyway.

••

The colored light twinkle so vibrantly around your room, it truly feels like a fantasy land.

Your gaze lands on Peter who looks to be just as enamored by the Christmas lights, the colors reflecting across his hair and basking him in the vibrant glow, little flickers of blue, green, red and pink dotting in his big doe eyes.

He looks back at you after a moment and it seems he sees the exact same thing happening to you, colors dancing across your face in a mesmerizing fashion.

He points up at the ceiling to draw your attention there.

"Well, would ya look at that... It's tradition to kiss under it, right?"

"Peter... That's not mistletoe. That's a piece of a tree branch from the yard."

Not another word is uttered before your lips meet his anyway under the Christmas lights, Peter was never one to waste time after all. Fingers clutching onto his fluffy silver locks with his hands rested against your back to tug you impossibly close.

You taste the remnants of various sweets on his lips, warmth blooming through your veins as you two part after a moment.

"Does this count as your Christmas gift this year?"

"Shut up, Peter."

{This is so stupid but I wanted to write something for Christmas LOL}

{More Content}

#peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x gn!reader #peter maximoff x y/n #peter maximoff #vee's x-men works

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bookaddict24-7 · 10 days ago

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(New Young Adult Releases Coming Out Today! (November 12th, 2024)

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Have I missed any new Young Adult releases? Have you added any of these books to your TBR? Let me know!

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New Releases:

A Queen's Game by Katharine McGee

Rani Choudhury Must Die by Adiba Jaigirdar

In Want of a Suspect by Tirzah Price

Dead Girls Don't Dream by Nino Cipri

Midnights with You by Clare Osongco

Flopping in a Winter Wonderland by Jason June

Leap by Simina Popescu

Greater Secrets by Ananth Hirsh & Tess Stone

Fortune's Kiss by Ambert Clement

The Seven by Joya Goffney

Teleportation & Other Luxuries by Archie Bongiovanni, Mary Verhoeven, & Lucas Gattoni

New Sequels:

Skyshade (Lightlark #3) by Alex Aster

I Am the Dark that Answers When You Call (I Feed Her to the Beast #2) by Jamison Shea

A Wild & Ruined Song (The Hollow Star Saga #4) by Ashley Shuttleworth

Heist Royale (Thieves' Gambit #2) by Kayvion Lewis

Games Untold (The Inheritance Games #4.5) by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

More Than This (The Davenports #2) by Krystal Marquis

The Shadows Rule All (Dominions #3) by Abigail Owen

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Happy reading!

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dearstvckyx · 2 months ago

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Flufftober | 10.07 |

Fireplace Cuddles - Smii7y ft Octavia

The wind howled outside, sending shivers down your spine. You wrapped your blanket tighter around yourself, glancing at the window and watching the snow swirl in the air like whimsical little fairies. The power had gone out an hour ago, and your world had quickly turned into a winter wonderland—beautiful on the outside, but cold and dreary within.

“Guess we’ll have to make our own warmth,” Jaren had said playfully, his voice breaking through the quiet, punctuated by the crackling sound of the fireplace. He adjusted a few logs inside while Tavia flopped down beside him, her tail wagging in excitement.

“Can’t believe it’s snowing this much already, it’s only October!” you replied, a smile creeping onto your face as you admired how cozy Jaren looked in his oversized hoodie. It had been your favorite to borrow, and seeing him wear it only made it more special.

“Snow-Autumn-day snuggles?” he offered, raising an eyebrow teasingly. You felt your heart skip a beat at the thought. Tavia nudged your hand with her nose, as if to say, “Let’s do it!”

You nodded enthusiastically, letting Jaren pull you closer as you shifted to sit on the floor in front of the flickering flames. The warmth from the fire contrasted with the cold air lingering around you, creating a bubble of comfort amid the storm outside. Tavia nestled between you both, her furry body radiating a warmth of its own.

Jaren reached for the blankets, draping one over the three of you with care. “There we go! Instant fort,” he grinned, pushing his hair back and flashing that infamous mischievous smile that everyone on his channel adored.

“Why do you have to be so cute?” you teased, playfully poking his side. He chuckled and pulled you in even closer, letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

“It's a gift and a curse,” he replied, pretending to sigh dramatically. You both burst into laughter, the sound filling the quiet room with warmth.

As the fire crackled and popped, casting dancing shadows on the walls, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. The outside world faded away as you lost yourself in the enchanting moments—a sprinkle of powdery snow, the soft glow of the orange flames, and the gentle rhythm of Jaren’s breathing.

“Hey, don’t look now, but I think Tavia wants some love,” Jaren said, glancing at the dog who had flopped over for belly rubs. You giggled and dutifully scratched Tavia’s belly, eliciting happy sighs from the fluffy pup.

“I think she’s plotting something,” you smirked, glancing at her with mock suspicion. “Are you trying to steal my cuddle buddy, Tavia?”

“Not on my watch!” Jaren exclaimed, playfully shifting his weight and wrapping his arms tighter around you, trying to protect his cuddles from the furry intruder.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, yeah. You’re outnumbered.” With a wink, you reached over and gave Tavia a few more pets, causing her to wiggle in delight.

As the conversation drifted from funny video ideas for his channel to childhood stories, you sank deeper into the comfort of this moment. Jaren always had a way of making you feel special, cherished even in the smallest of ways.

“I’m really glad we decided to spend the night together,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze held seriousness beneath the playful façade, and you could feel the warmth spreading in your chest—pure affection wrapped in a cozy blanket of companionship.

“Me too. This is nice,” you whispered, feeling the vibrations from Tavia’s soft snores beneath your hand.

The fireplace crackled and sizzled as the snow continued to fall outside, each flake a tiny masterpiece. Cuddled up with Jaren and Tavia, you felt everything right in the world.

Maybe the power was out, and the cold winds were relentless outside, but here, in this moment, you had warmth, laughter, and a heart full of love. And with that comforting thought, you closed your eyes, ready to drift into a cozy cold dream, snuggled up in your little fort of happiness.

#smii7y #Jaren smith #octavia #youtuber #streamer #gamer #flufftober #nikki’s flufftober

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lgbtqreads · 4 days ago

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sunset-telepath · 10 months ago

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Okay so what are your least favorites from each Taylor album??

I'm so glad you asked! I have prepared a list of what I consider to be the flops from each Taylor Swift album, which I humbly display to the grand court of the Swiftie public so that I may have tomatoes pelted into my face for my terrible brilliant opinions. And not only will I provide the songs I think are skips, I'll also provide my favorite songs from each album too! So more people can think I'm tasteless!

@orangejuicepdf I laughed at your opinions, it's only right you laugh at mine.

The scale goes from most not-favorite to least not-favorite on (skips) and most-favorite to least-favorite on (favs)

Debut (Skips):

Stay Beautiful (cORy'S eYeS aRE LiKe tHe jUnGLe)

Invisible (boring)

Should've Said No (we've been brainwashed by the Rep tour mash-up of it and Bad Blood into thinking it's a great song. Maybe it is, but the vocals are terrible and I can't wait for the re-recording)

Debut (Favs):

Teardrops on My Guitar

Our Song

Picture to Burn

Tim McGraw

Beautiful Eyes EP (Favs):

I Heart ? (the unknown superstar)

Beautiful Eyes (eaten up by I Heart ? and kind of mid)

The Taylor Swift Holiday Collection (Skips):

Santa Baby (Taylor is not (yet) a seductress)

The Taylor Swift Holiday Collection (Favs):

Last Christmas (one of the first songs I heard by Taylor on the radio as a toddler. rewired my brain into becoming a brainless stan)

Fearless (Skips):

Hey Stephen

You All Over Me

Jump Then Fall

Love Story (too hetero)

Fearless (Favs):

Forever & Always

Come in With the Rain

The Other Side of the Door

Untouchable

You Belong With Me

Superstar

The Way I Loved You

That's When

Don't You

Speak Now (Skips):

Innocent (I am not interested in Kanye Apologia)

Never Grow Up (boring)

Castles Crumbling

Speak Now (Favs):

I Can See You (Oh taylor you argumentative, antithetical, horny dream girl)

Last Kiss

Haunted

Electric Touch

Back to December

Foolish One

The Story of Us

Long Live

When Emma Falls In Love

Mine

Enchanted (lower on the list of favs because the Eras Tour Version makes it worse via comparison)

Red (Skips):

The Lucky One (replacement for Nothing New bc she couldn't sing about getting drunk at a bar yet. Also the fact that she wrote it about Joni Mitchell, who proceeded to say that Taylor couldn't sing)

Babe (sorry but it's a nothing surrounded by supermodels)

Ronan

too sad :(

Red (Favs):

Treacherous (the motif of two bright lights shows up in a lot of Taylor's best work)

The Last Time

The Moment I Knew

All Too Well

State of Grace

Red

I Almost Do

Sad Beautiful Tragic

Come Back... Be Here

Better Man

Forever Winter

Run

I Knew You Were Trouble

We Are Never Getting Back Together

The Entire Goddamn Album this was seriously one of the greatest albums of all time. Every song is amazing (except for the Lucky One and Babe, which aren't even bad they're just not as great as these other songs). I can't believe this lost to fucking that RAM shit. There's a special spot in hell for those grammy voters. Every single song is brilliant and amazing and really shows Taylor's maturation from Speak Now to 1989.

1989 (Skips):

Slut!

(Taylor babe you cannot convince me that Harry Styles is a gentleman in a world of boys)

This man Taylor? This man?

How You Get The Girl (I'm gay)

1989 (Favs):

Blank Space (my psycho queen. I know it's a parody but if it was 100% serious I would probably stan harder. go wreck that man's sports car. I'll help)

Style

Out Of The Woods

All You Had To Do Was Stay

Bad Blood (Go Queen! End Katy Perry's Career!)

Wildest Dreams

Say Don't Go

Now That We Don't Talk

Is It Over Now?

Wonderland

You Are in Love

New Romantics

This Love

Clean

This is seriously another one of the greatest albums of all time.

Reputation (Skips):

New Year's Day (don't get tricked by the supposedly deep lyrics. This is not a good song. It is the poor man's Daylight)

Reputation (Favs):

Look What You Made Me Do (the empress herself)

Ready for it?

Don't Blame Me

End Game

So It Goes...

Getaway Car

Call It What You Want

Gorgeous

Delicate

King of My Heart

Lover (Skips): (you all are going to come for my neck for this)

Miss Americana (please don't take me back to highschool)

Soon You'll Get Better

False God

Daylight (the poor man's Afterglow)

Lover (Favs):

Afterglow

Cornelia Street

Need (from the Lover Leak... c'mon Taylor drop this please)

You Need to Calm Down (I'll be hung for this one)

All of the Girls You've Loved Before (leaked, released officially under the Cruelest Summer EP)

It's Nice to Have a Friend (it's a fun experimental track)

Folklore (Skips):

peace/hoax (good songs but I feel as though they're songs that only Taylor will ever truly understand)

Exile (The Last Time's runt sister that you insist on giving more attention then the queen that The Last Time is)

Folklore (Favs):

The Lakes (THE grand high queen of my pretentiousness)

Illicit Affairs

This is Me Trying

Epiphany

August

Seven

The 1

Evermore (Skips):

Cowboy Like Me ("Telling all the rich people what they want"?? Taylor you are the rich person)

Coney Island (yawn)

Happiness (the poor man's tolerate it)

Evermore (Favs):

Right Where You Left Me

Tolerate It

'Tis the Damn Season

Ivy

Evermore

Gold Rush

Midnights (Skips):

Labyrinth (deeply terrible)

You're On Your Own Kid (boring)

Glitch (it hits at 3 AM reading infidelity smut but.... other than that it's not that good)

Karma ft. Ice Spice (we really couldn't get Nicki Minaj? Or someone with talent? I would've taken Doja Cat. Or even Saweetie :sob:)

Midnights (Favs):

Question...? (oh she was nuts for putting this out when she was still dating the Heirloom Turkey... I have no choice but to stan)

Maroon

Hits Different (I too will be carried away to a mental asylum some day)

Would've Could've Should've

Sweet Nothing

Anti Hero

Lavender Haze

Dear Reader

Snow on the Beach (ft. More Lana Del Rey)

High Infidelity

Bejewled

Bigger Than the Whole Sky

Karma

The Great War

Vigilante Shit

Paris

#taylor swift #taylor #1989 #red #speak now #fearless #beautiful eyes #midnights #folklore #evermore

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 11 months ago

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On The Tide - Chapter Three “We ourselves feel what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.”

The Captain is a reluctant caretaker, looking after a needy newbie who is under the weather and desperate for affection and comfort. Prompts met; '25. Nook' - @flufftober; '10. Cold as Ice/Secret Surprise' - @deaddovedec; '10. Freezing' - @whumpcember; 'The Caretaker' - @multifandom-flash (Double); 'Turned to Ice (Alternate) - Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); 'Stop Pretending' - @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); 'Covered With [Insert]' - Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition) CW: brief discussion of traumatic, historical injury; sickness (non-vomiting).

Boards below the KR. Check the first section out below, or the full chapter on AO3 here!

I woke slowly to the sunlight shifting across my face, causing an irregular flickering that was disarmingly charming. With a soft sigh and a long stretch, I buried my face in the pillow beneath my cheek, inhaling the scent of salt and sweat, masculine and – to my mortification – more than a little arousing. I wonder how weird it would be for me to- “Good morning, soldier.” I sat up with a jerk, wincing at a pain radiating across my nose and cheeks, instantly aware of the throbbing, blocked sensation made worse from my movement. The Captain was nestled in a nook in front of the window, his eyes lowered to a book propped in one hand, the other draped casually over a bent knee. “I-I, uh… Hi. Sorry, Si- Captain. Lieutenant Tyne. Did I oversleep?” My voice was thick and muffled to my own ears, and his dark gaze rose at last, one eyebrow arching. “…Two days in, and you’ve already managed to throw up, and now come down with a cold?” he clarified incredulously, carefully marking his page and placing his book beside him. “As I always say… You Army boys are soft.” “Don’t be mean, I’m sick,” I whined, flopping back against the sheets dramatically. Distantly, I was mildly ashamed of myself, acting so fragile in the presence of a superior officer – but this wasn’t the service, and I was allowed to be more than a mindless, perfect weapon here. I was allowed to be sulky and sick – even if it wasn’t exactly ideal so early in my tenure. Sighing quietly, he moved to sit beside me, frowning when I flinched as his hand approached my forehead. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he scoffed, affronted. “I’m checking if you’re warm.” “I’m freezing,” I griped, unable to keep myself from leaning into his touch just a little as his palm met my skin. “I’m turning to ice over here!” “I don’t know what you expect me to do about it!” he snorted, drawing his hand back. “You have a fever. You need rest, and fluids, and a few days off work. Really pulling your weight so far, aren’t you?” I opened my mouth to snap a response, but his theatrical eye-roll interrupted me. “Calm down, soldier. I’m kidding with you. These things happen – you’ll be right as rain soon enough, but for now, you’re going to take it easy, okay?” Despite the slight edge of tenderness to his words, his voice was gruff, leaving me confused and disoriented, even as he gently tugged the sheets higher up my bare, scarred chest. “Get a little more rest, Sergeant Barnes. I’ll bring you some water and see if I can’t rustle up you something warm for you to eat – keep your strength up.” Dazed, I could only nod, closing my eyes without complaint as he backed away, compliant and willing under his intense stare.

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imbonewary · 1 year ago

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Shifting Sans Chapter 15 "Walking in a Winter Wonderland"

Chapter 1 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 16

Walking through Snowdin was a surreal experience.

Frisk skipped around me and Papyrus as we passed the Librarby, which looked exactly as I remember it, misspelled sign and all. A brown bear monster in an orange jacket exited, nose buried in a book labeled “Political Science”. They nearly bumped into Papyrus, giving a short greeting before continuing to read and not look where they were going. That must be the same bear that kept going on about how strange politics were back in Snowdin.

I mean, my Snowdin.

Might need to rename some places, too.

Just beyond the Librarby I noticed two young, white dog monsters building long necked snow dogs, who barked a greeting as we walked by and all three of us waved. They looked so familiar but I couldn’t quite place them.

What really threw me was Grillby’s being replaced with “The Dog House Bar and Grill”. I stood frozen, staring at it until Papyrus grabbed my shoulder, snapping me out of it. I shook my head to clear it before whispering “later” since I didn’t wanna talk about my world so openly. Not yet at least.

We passed the Gyftmas tree in the center of town, decorated festively with gifts scattered beneath it, and the connected Snowed Inn and Snowdin Shop. Looking in the windows revealed Catty at the Inn’s front desk and Bratty at the Shop’s cash register. Where were the bunnies that populated most of my Snowdin? There were plenty of other furry monsters walking around, just going about their day, but I had yet to see a single bunny.

There was no “Welcome to Snowdin” sign as we headed out towards Snowdin forest.

Frisk had been running ahead throughout the town, swimming in Papyrus’ largest sweater, knitted with thick, pale yellow yarn. Their hands barely made it past the elbow of the sleeves, the extra length trailing behind as they waved their outstretched arms around wildly. I couldn’t tell who was in control but whoever it was seemed to be having the most innocent time of their life, kicking up snow while laughing and dancing around in oversized clothing, singing some wordless tune.

It was adorable.

And it hammered home that these two really were just kids. They’d been thrown into an impossible situation, with far more power and responsibility than any kid needed to be dealing with; they were just trying to make the best of it. Not only with the resets but their potential involvement with that “joint family” thing Sans had mentioned; I couldn’t stop thinking about it. For the sake of monster kind, I hope it works. For our personal sakes, I hope it falls through.

The kid stopped and waved at me and Pap in their excitement as we trailed behind them.

“Somethin’ tells me they left their jacket home on purpose,” I said, waving back. They giggled and took off again.

“I don’t know what it is about that sweater but they always wear it at every opportunity,” Papyrus chuckled, allowing himself to feel some affection for the human. He called to them, “Don’t forget about the traps, Frisk!”

“I~ know~,” they sang back before stopping at the bridge marking the edge of the settled area, flopping onto a snowbank and began waving their arms and legs about on the ground.

The bridge wasn’t just painted stone like it was in my world, it was a proper suspension bridge; support cables ran from one side of the crevasse to the other, attached to giant arches with their own inner suspension systems. I was no architect but it looked very complicated.

“Look! I made a snow Sans!” Frisk dragged me away from marveling at the architecture to show me their imprint in the snow. “See the long, flowy sleeves and the poofy pants?”

I looked at the vaguely humanoid imprint. I could see the arms and legs, at least, but any resemblance beyond that was lost on me.

“Looks just like ‘im, kiddo,” I replied with an easy smile. I brushed some of the snow off their back.

“You liar!” Frisk laughed before taking off again. They had way too much energy.

“Walk across the bridge, Frisk, don’t run,” Papyrus instructed. “We don’t need you falling off and getting hurt. Again.”

“Yeah, yeah,” they said dismissively. Despite that, they did slow down and even held onto the guard rail as we all crossed the long bridge. Their fingers poked through the loose knitting of the sweater, letting them hold onto the ropes better.

I looked down over the side but couldn’t see the bottom, shrouded in darkness. A shiver ran up my spine and I kept going.

How far down does it go?

If I can figure out how to fly, could I find out?

We arrived at the other side without incident.

“So, traps, huh,” I said as Frisk took off again, but sticking closer to us now. “And here I thought humans were welcome around here.”

“Building traps and puzzles as a community is one of the few remaining traditions from before the barrier,” Papyrus responded, giving me an odd look. “Is that not the case where you’re from?”

“Originally yeah, I guess,” I shrugged. “But catching humans became a bigger focus after Asriel died.”

“You said he was still a young Prince when he died, right?” Chara said from somewhere in front of us and I couldn’t help but flinch.

I glanced around.

“Where’s Frisk?” I asked

“He had to, uh, relieve himself,” Chara was suddenly very uncomfortable. I couldn’t see her but I got the distinct impression she couldn’t look at me or Pap in the eye. I barely remember human anatomy from the time I could still consider the Anomaly a friend but I guess even monster food has to do the whole “digestion” thing. Human anatomy was weird.

“That reminds me, I wanted to confirm,” I said, hoping to distract her. “I’ve heard you and Frisk use gendered pronouns for each other while everyone else seems to use neutrals for you. What do you prefer I use?”

“On paper, we identify as gender-fluid, since I’m a girl and Frisk is a boy,” Chara said, still invisible but feeling less uncomfortable. “Using they/them pronouns makes the most sense, especially when referring to the two of us as a single entity. Neither of us are very attached to our genders anyways but gendered pronouns are convenient when referring to only one of us at a time.”

“Gotcha, so neutrals double as plurals for you two,” I nodded as Frisk emerged from a bush to the right of the path. “Back to your original question; yeah, my Asriel was still a kid while yours was an adult, if I remember right. I don’t know everything about his story but I’ll tell what I can if you’ll tell me about your story sometime. And we should probably come up with a name for him, too.”

“Frisk and Papyrus have already heard my story so I can tell you about it while they take care of these next few puzzles,” Chara offered as we came upon an ice field with buttons scattered around it.

“Sounds good to me,” I nodded watching the other two begin to slide around on the ice. “I’ll keep an eye out for anyone approaching.”

“Thank you. I fell into the Underground over a hundred years ago, the first human to have done so in living memory,” Chara began. “Asriel was King at the time and Sans was his closest advisor and best friend. They found me, hurt and scared, and took pity on me, Asriel taking me in as his own child. Due to my upbringing, I felt the need to earn my place in Asriel’s home and did everything in my power to not be a burden, especially with my near constant nightmares. One night, after waking yet again, I decided to practice baking rather than risk going back to sleep and, in my delirious state, I misread a recipe to include buttercups in a pie, rather than cups of butter. I had been introduced to so many strange foods in the Underground that it seemed reasonable enough to put flowers in a pie, and I eventually passed out from exhaustion later that morning. Sans tried some of the pie as I slept and became violently ill as a result. This… did not help my mental state.”

Frisk and Papyrus had solved the ice puzzle and were calling and beckoning me to the other side. While I wouldn’t call myself graceful by any stretch, I skated across the ice with no problems.

“Something similar happened with my Chara,” I stated as we caught up to Pap and Frisk. “The whole buttercups, cups of butter mix up.”

“She’s giving you the long version, huh?” Frisk grinned as we headed to the next puzzle.

“It’s not that long,” Chara huffed.

“It’s long enough,” I whispered. “Someone’s coming.”

A short mouse monster in a cape with a spear twice as tall as themself waved at us from across an open field and Papyrus waved back. Behind them was a tall monster whose body was obscured by a cloak, face covered in a mask. Both began approaching.

“Papyrus, what are you doing here?” the mouse said accusingly.

#shifting sans #jumbletale #alternate universe #oc #serif #lucky papyrus #hero frisk #buttercup chara

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lesbianspeedy · 1 year ago

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Wait, didn't Once Upon a Time have a whole spinoff show about Alice in Wonderland? Did they bring that cast into the main show?

short answer Yes they did, no they didn't

long answer, OUAT in wonderland flopped so bad that they didnt really ever talk about it again in OUAT. and idk why they decided to use alice again for season 7 but they did. So to get around it, S7 alice is kinda but not really Wish!Alice, she's not technically from the wish realm (a kinda parallel version of the enchanted forest), but she IS the daughter of Wish Realm!Hook (and mother gothel) so. thats the reasoning for that i guess

she also serves as an allegory for [checks notes], rapunzel (but they do have an actual rapunzel in the show), sophie from the BFG, and russell the dog from UP.

this alice's whole thing is that shes not Just From Wonderland, which means they dont really ever mention anything wonderland related at all.

they never discuss the original alice. whose younger version was played by pre-ST millie bobby brown btw. ouat truly launching careers fr

i have no idea just how much the characters differ (i imagine quite a lot), i never watched the spin off because even i have to draw a line, but either way season 7 alice sweeeep

love her. love her so much. people who didnt watch season 7 are weak and will not survive the winter

#one thing about me is u can ask me a 5 word question about ouat and i will painstakingly describe every detail of the answer in 3 paragraphs

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captainnameless · 2 years ago

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The snow where i am right now is so thick!! everyones sledging, what are the littles like in the snow? I can imagine Little Lando whining afterwards cause hes so cold 🥺

i’m so jealous!! i’m such a summer person in general but i do love the snow every once in a while, all we get here is a wet soppy mess though 💀

anywho, lets discuss snowy winter babies. because lets be honest i think they’d all love the snow.

Lando might pretend he doesn’t want to, he’s already moaning about it being too cold but Carlos promises he’ll take him sledding off a hill and that sounds exciting enough to agree to go. He’s packed up in more than enough layers before wobbling outside, also definitely smart enough to make Carlos pull him on the sled on the way to the hill. It’s relatively steep, and they get some ridiculous speed with both their weight on the sled and most definitely eat shit at the bottom but it’s okay. Lando’s doing that hysterical laugh and Carlos soaks it all up. He’d also definitely be up for a snowball fight, if Max was there they’d form an alliance and plot against the others but will fail miserably. Lando would be the one to get cold the quickest, his poor little hands would get too cold and he’s tugging on Carlos’ coat with the saddest little whine. Carlos gets them inside quickly enough, stripping Lando of his outside layers before wrapping him up in the coziest blankets they have and flopping down the couch together. Lando buries himself in Carlos’ chest, squeezing his hands somewhere in between to warm them up and Carlos holds, pressing them closer.

Max would love a snowball fight, Daniel’s not really a snowperson but he’ll suffer for his boy. It’s worth seeing the glee and mischief on Max’s face rolling a ball between his gloved hands and aiming for Daniel. He’s got an annoyingly good aim but loses it with how much he’s laughing at Daniel wiping the snow out of his face. Daniel definitely seizes this opportunity to charge forward and tackle them into the snow and launch into some sort of tickle attack. It’s Daniel who’ll grow whiny before Max but Max’ll relent, skip inside with Daniel and go look for Leo while Daniel builds them a blanket fort. Max’ll return with Leo pressed tightly against him before holding him out to Daniel with a “I warned him up for you.”

Sebastian would take both Mick and Charles on some sort of snow hike. They all love exploring and it’s such a nice activity to do together. Charles’ll try to be in charge, marching ahead to show the way even if Sebastian has to call out “Left turn! … other left, Bub!” a couple times. Mick’s content holding Sebastian hand and pointing out the few animals that still live in the trees surrounding them. Mick and Charles also definitely tried to surprise attack Sebastian by tackling him into the snow but reveal their plan by giggling too much and Charles will find a way to trip and faceplant into the snow somehow.

George thinks snow is pretty. He’s not sure how Lewis feels about it. So he scoots closer to the window and points it out, soft sighed. “That’s pretty.”Lewis’ll look up, nod with a conforming smile. “It’s very pretty sweetheart.” George’ll nod, eyes glued to the white wonderland outside, another soft sigh leaving him. “Do you wanna go outside?” And well, since Lewis suggested it.. They’ll build a pretty snowman and dress it in designer gear more expensive than my monthly rent.

#littlef1adventures

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