#SHE DESERVES THIS THE LEAST SANTA PLEASE

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Naughty or Nice List

"E-Excuse me??" Cue the panic.

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Can I request an Eddie and Roan, where she goes to Wayne's house and Eddie and Reader are there talking with Wayne but also planning what to get Roan for Christmas?

eddie and roan ♡ fem!reader

“Got it?” 

Roan nods and hops up the last step to Uncle Wayne's while you and Eddie follow behind her. You're carrying a big Christmas cake held tight to your chest while Roan's father insists on carrying the drinks, an eighteen pack of glass cokes, enough to keep Wayne going for the next two weeks at least, less with help. 

“Uncle Wayne!” Roan calls as she opens the door. It swings wide and hits the wall. She doesn't care. She's about to see Wayne for the first time in almost two weeks, and she missed him like crazy. Eddie almost got sick of hearing her ask when he'd be feeling better. “Uncle Wayne!” 

The second shout is much more desperate.

Wayne appears in the curve behind the kitchen doorway to smile at her. “Hello, my chicken.” 

Eddie snorts and slams the cokes down on the sideboard with a jumble of clinks. Wayne is a great dad, but he never called Eddie anything so saccharine. Bud and babe was about as good as it got. Roan gets all the sweet stuff, chicken and gorgeous and baby girl. It doesn't quite make Eddie jealous —nothing feels as secure in parenthood as knowing someone else loves your kid just as much as you do. Wayne would die for Roan without question. He can call her chicken if he likes. 

Roan barrels across the carpet in her Mary Jane's and slams into his legs. He pulls her up into his chest, giving her hair a smattering of quick kisses, her dress bunched by his hugging arm. “It's so nice to see you, honey, I missed you!” 

She grins and makes a pleased, almost feral sort of sound as she kisses his cheek. “I missed you too! We missed our sleepover!” 

“Yes, we did. So I get you for two days, yes?” 

“Yes!” she shouts, looking over her shoulder at you and Eddie to confirm. 

Eddie holds up his now empty hands, though they don't stay that way for long as he takes the cake from you. “No arguments here.” 

Roan laughs and squeezes herself under Wayne's chin. He wraps her up and keeps her, assessing you and Eddie with suspicious eyes. “How are you both doing?” 

Eddie brushes past Wayne to put the cake on the table. Wayne isn't really asking Eddie; they know too much about one another having spent the last decade together, first by sharing a wall and now working side by side at the shop. Eddie's sure Wayne's sick to death of his complaining by now, but you're deserving of some sympathy for sure. 

“She's getting better. Aren't you, sweet thing?” Eddie asks you. 

“I'm fine,” you say, shooting Wayne a smile. “It was probably the same thing you had.” 

“Yeah? He take care of you?” 

“Always does. He's never let me down.” You cross your arms over your front. “But how are you doing?” 

“I know you missed her,” Eddie interjects, “but if you're not feeling up to it, she doesn't have to stay all weekend.” 

Wayne raises his eyebrows to protest. Roan beats him to it, yanking herself away from his cuddling to glare at the suggestion. “Dad, you said!” 

“Said I'd see if he was up to it, yeah,” Eddie placates. 

“I'm up to it.” Wayne gives Roan a soft smile. “We'll be good, right? Watch TV, eat hot dogs for breakfast, lunch, ‘n’ dinner. Dad's just being silly.” 

Roan leans back into the hug, relieved, and Wayne pulls her head to his chest, covering her ear subtly. “Thought you needed to get some things? You know, from Santa?” he whispers, ‘Santa’ mouthed without sound. 

“Yeah, if we knew what to get her,” Eddie says, brushing his hair behind his ears. “Kid's impossible. Asked Santa for a baby sister and a pet turtle.” 

“What's wrong with that?” 

“Wayne–” 

“The turtle, I mean.” He nods at you apologetically. 

You aren't offended at the idea of a baby sister being an easy gift, and you laugh at his correction. “We don't have room for the tank, I already checked.” 

“She got the measuring tape out and everything.” 

“What?” Wayne asks. “Put it outside.” 

“It's not that easy,” Eddie sighs morosely. “They're very particular creatures.” 

“It’ll suit you nicely, then.” 

You laugh again. Roan wriggles to be put down, curious at the sound, though she wasn't as deafened as it seemed. “Santa will bring the tank, guys, that's how Santa works, and the turtle. We just need to move the couch,” she says simply. 

“Where will we watch TV?” you ask. 

“Here?” Roan suggests. 

Eddie nudges Wayne in the side. “Looks like I'm moving back in after all.” 

Coats are taken off, shoes stacked in a corner. Wayne makes everyone a cup of coffee and a sandwich, even Roan, though her coffee is milk with just a splash of coffee that she begs for but doesn't touch after the initial sip. Theories for where they might house and care for a pet turtle are shared through crumbs and foam moustaches, Wayne with a lap full of grandchild, and you with an armful of Eddie. He keeps turning to you to scan your face for signs of fatigue or sickness, eyes lingering, his hand resting and rubbing at the top of your thigh. 

“We'll have to give up our room,” he suggests to you with an air of defeat. Despite his sombre tone, love lines his gaze. “When the turtle gets huge and wants to go back to the ocean, we'll have to fill our bedroom up with a swimming pool.” 

Roan sits back guiltily. “Well, maybe not like that. Can the turtle sleep with me?” 

“That could be fun. We'll get you a water bed,” you say, to Eddie's delight. He chokes on a handful of chips and needs to be whacked on the back lest he asphyxiate, and while you're still laughing at your own joke and his reaction, you pat him more gently on the back before passing him your full coke. “Here, handsome.” 

Wayne's pretty sure his nephew's found his soulmate. “What about a tortoise instead?” he asks Roan, attempting to spare you both. 

Roan pouts at her Uncle, confusion furrowing her thin brows. “What's the difference?” 

“Couple hundred dollars?” Eddie asks. 

Wayne kicks him under the table, but never hard enough to hurt. “Nothing much, chick. I'm sure Santa will figure it out.” 

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I fell in love with the previous holiday request 🥹 can you do another part, maybe Christmas morning and presents? Dad Eddie is so cuteeeee

AN | I love dad Eddie too, so have some more! 🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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“Daddy,” Eddie heard the small voice calling out to him, but he kept his eyes tightly shut. Maybe if she thought he was still sleeping, she’d give him a break. Wishful thinking. This was his daughter after all. A little hand patted his cheek, “Daddy! Wake up!”

Eddie opened one eye to find Ollie looking at him with big eyes and a shy smile. How on earth was he ever supposed to be mad at her? He reached up and gently poked her cheek, causing her to giggle, “what are you doing up, Ollie Pop?”

“It’s Christmas,” her eyes went wide as she reached for his hand to drag him out of bed, as if she’d accomplish that through sheer force, “you gotta get up! Santa was here!”

“Can I have five more minutes?” he pleaded with her, not ready to leave the comfort of the warm bed and your soft body next to his. She put her hands on his cheeks and made sure he was looking at her, “please?”

“You say that sometimes and then it ends up being forever,” she huffed; she was really calling him out on his little white lies. The kid was too smart for her own good.

“I’m old, Ollie,” he sighed dramatically, “I need my sleep and rest…just like you do. So why don’t go back to bed for a little while?”

“Nope,” she looked so pleased with herself, displaying her big gap-toothed smile as she shook her head, a few dark curls bouncing roguishly, “Daddy, you can’t sleep in on Christmas!”

“Alright, alright,” part of him wanted to say no, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to do, “five minutes then?”

“Five minutes,” she agreed, “I’ll wait in the living room.”

“No peeking at what Santa left! And no touching either,” she scoffed as she walked, giving him a stern look and finger waggle before closing the door behind her, “I mean it, Olivia!”

He heard her yell something inaudible back and chuckled to himself. She was a lot, but he wouldn’t have changed a thing about her.

“Five minutes only, Daddy,” you teased, turning over to face him. He playfully rolled his eyes before leaning to press a soft kiss to your lips. You were just waking up, bleary eyed and soft-smiled with wild hair. You were the most gorgeous being he had ever seen, “hi.”

“Hi,” he grinned back, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face before settling his hand on the slight swell of your belly. It turned out that you had gotten him an early Christmas present that year, “do you think I can get away with making fifteen?”

“Not a chance.”

“Ten?”

“If it’s even a moment over five, she’ll be right back in here to drag you out,” you laughed softly as he leaned back against the pillow, letting out a heavy sigh, “you should know that by now. It’s your kid after all.”

“She’s half yours,” he snorted as you shook your head, “oh? Are you telling me you swapped babies at the hospital and traded our baby for a different one?”

“Oh no,” you giggled in amusement, “there’s no denying that’s our kid. But…right now, early on Christmas morning, she’s all yours. You’re basically a single dad until at least ten this morning.”

“I’d argue with you on that,” he rolled over so you were under him, caged between his arms as he dipped his hand down to kiss you. He made sure to keep his weight off you so he wouldn’t hurt the baby…yeah, he was that kind of father - overprotective and always worried, but you loved it, “but I think you deserve some more rest. You’re doing all the hard work right now, growing our son.”

“Bold of you to assume it’ll be a boy!”

“I just have a feeling,” he smirked, “you’ll realize I was right in about five months.”

“I-”

“Daddy!” you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up as he hung his head and sighed softly.

“Better go,” you whispered, reaching up and putting your hand on his face, brushing your thumb over the apple of his cheek, “I’ll be there soon, I promise. I just want to close my eyes for a few more minutes. Your son is really taking it out of me right now.”

“I’ll allow it,” he turned his face and pressed a kiss to your palm, “just rest. We’ll see you soon.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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“Alright, Ollie Pop,” Eddie rubbed the rest of the sleep from his eyes as he walked down the hall and into the living room. But his daughter was nowhere in sight, which immediately caused his anxiety to spike, “kiddo?”

“In the kitchen,” she called back and he relaxed before wondering what she was up to. He padded into the kitchen and froze at the sight in front of him. Ollie was standing on a chair, chocolate powder all over her and the kitchen counter. As soon as she noticed his expression, she turned oh so innocent and sheepish, “sorry Daddy. I was gonna make chocolate milk for us.”

Part of him wanted to be mad and blame her for the mess, but he knew there was no point. She was just a kid, and she was trying her best; the most important thing was that she was okay. Messes were annoying but they could always be cleaned up, “that’s very sweet of you, little miss. Maybe next time wait for me or Mommy, okay?”

“Okay,” she held her arms to him, silently asking for him to pick her up, “I wanted to surprise you!”

“Consider me surprised,” he picked her up and perched her on his hip as he grabbed a rag to start cleaning, “you’re something else, kid.”

“Is that good or bad?’ she looked at him curiously and he couldn’t help but press a kiss to her cheek.

“Very good,” he promised, “the absolutely best. Now - let’s get this cleaned up and then I’ll help you make some chocolate milk and maybe we can open a few presents. Sound like a plan?”

“Yes!”

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After Eddie cleaned up the kitchen and the kid, he let her drag him into the living room. He started a fire as she excitedly sat down in front of the tree, but her attention was quickly pulled to the window. 

“Wow,” she jumped and ran over to the sliding glass patio door, putting her little hands on it as she looked into the backyard. It was snowing softly outside, everything outside was already covered in a soft layer of the glittering white flakes, “Daddy, its snowing! Can we go play outside later?”

“Sure thing, Ollie Pop,” he cast her a fond little look; he’d never had moments like this as a child and he was happy (and proud) to be able to give this to her. He’d vowed to capture every special moment with her, “but we gotta open presents and eat breakfast first, okay?”

“Okay,” she turned back to him with a serious look on her little face, “can we build a snowman and an igloo? Like the ones in my cartoon!”

“I mean, we can try,” he promised, “but we’re not penguins like the ones in the Pingu, so I don’t know how good ours will be. But we can definitely try.”

“We’ll do great,” she promised, padding back over to the tree and sitting down cross legged, “penguins don’t have hands or fingers so it must be harder for them. It’ll be easy for us ‘cause we have both!”

“You’re so smart,” he beamed at her before grabbing a blanket off the couch, and putting it over the two of them as he sat down next to her, “you definitely take after your mom.”

“Nuh uh,” she shook her head and waved her hand at him. Where did she get all this sass? You, he could practically hear you saying, “Mommy says I’m just like you.”

“Yeah? Not surprising at all,” he crooked his finger at her, and she leaned in close to him as he bent to reach her ear, “Mommy’s sometimes really sassy too. She’s just as goofy and silly as you are. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

“Hear what?” she feigned and shrugged her little shoulder as he just nodded. He’d taught his little mini-me so well. Ollie fell silent for a moment before looking at him seriously, “can I ask you a question?”

“Anything kiddo.”

“Do you and Mommy know Santa Clause?” she whispered causing Eddie to almost choke on his chocolate milk. He started coughing to clear his throat and she was closely scrutinizing.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“Last year Santa got me exactly what I wanted,” she mused, casting a suspicious look at all the presents under the tree, “how would he know that?”

“That’s because you left him a letter along with the milk and cookies, remember?” he was internally panicking, wondering what the heck he was supposed to tell her. The two of you hadn’t discussed what you’d say if she asked about Santa. He couldn’t do this alone, he needed you for back up. He cast a forlorn glance down the hall and the bedroom.

“Yeah, but it still doesn’t make sense,” she huffed, “how can he know exactly what I want and all the other kids in the world? How could he get me presents and everyone else? It makes no sense!”

“Sure it does,” he lied. Damn. This kid really was way too smart, “he’s got all his elves to help and then his reindeer to help. They all work really hard and fast.”

“Hmm,” she pondered over his words and he hoped that she would just accept his word for it. He didn’t want the full magic of Christmas to disappear for her just yet…and he definitely didn’t want to have to tell her that Santa wasn’t real without you, “I guess. Next year I wanna stay up all night so we can catch him! Can we, Daddy?”

“Totally,” he agreed, a wave of relief washing over him, “we’ll catch him.”

Crisis averted for now. 

“Can I open a present?’ she asked sweetly and he nodded, reaching under the tree and grabbing a box for her. She took it gently, but eagerly and went to shake it but Eddie shook his head and stopped her.

“You have to be gentle with it.”

“Okay,” she slowly started to rip off the wrapping paper as you made your way into the living room, all wrapped up in your fluffy robe and looking cozy, “Mommy!”

“Good morning, my little love,” you crouched down and pressed a big kiss to her cheek, “merry Christmas.”

She wrapped her little arms around your neck as she gave you a tight hug, “merry Christmas!”

“Go on,” you nudged her back towards her present and turned your attention to your husband, “and good morning to you, my love.”

“Hi baby,” he pulled you towards him, settling you on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder. He ran a hand over your belly, causing you to sigh softly, “and hello baby.”

“Dork,” you turned your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek before the two of you watched Ollie finish ripping off the wrapping. You watched in eager anticipation as she studied what she had just unwrapped. It took her a few moments, but when she realized what it was, she squealed in delight, jumping up and down with a burst of energy, “well? What do you think, Ollie?”

“It’s a guitar!” she exclaimed as if the two of you didn’t know exactly what it was, “now I can be just like Daddy!”

“You’re going to be even cooler than me,” he insisted as she ran over and hugged him, almost knocking him over in the process, “do you like it?”

“It’s what I asked Santa for!” she was almost yelling with all the excitement in her little body, “will you teach me how to play?”

“Absolutely,” he promised; she’d been fascinated with him playing the guitar since she was a baby. Once she’d gotten older and really understood what it was, she’d begged for own little guitar. You’d both agreed that now was as good a time as any to get her started, “you’re going to be a natural. I can’t wait to teach you.”

“Me too,” she started to open the box, being as careful as she could. If Eddie had passed on his love of music to her, he also passed on the knowledge of care and respect for the instruments.

You shifted slightly so you could turn to Eddie and leaned in towards him, lowering your voice, “do you think we should tell her? That way she’ll have plenty of time to process beforehand…”

“I think now is an excellent time to tell her,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking back at Ollie, “hey kiddo, your mother and I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” she plopped onto the floor and looked at the two of you with curious eyes. She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a moment, surprisingly introspective for such a small thing. Before either of you could say anything she made a small sound, “oh. Is it about the new baby?”

Your mouth dropped open as you and Eddie exchanged surprised looks. Both of you pointed at each other in surprise, trying to figure out if either of you had spilled the beans. You shook your head and Eddie did the same. He looked at daughter in amusement as she continued to try and unwrap the box, “Olivia May Munson, how did you know that?”

She shrugged, playing it off for a moment as the two of you waited for her to go on, “Mommy’s been sick in the mornings, and I heard her tell you about going to the doctor. Lilly said that her mom was sick a lot in the mornings and they told her she was getting a sister.”

You leaned into Eddie and whispered in his ear, “she’s way too smart and perceptive for her own good.”

“She’s your daughter after all,” he beamed, “guess the cat’s out of the bag.”

“Is it true?” she paused and looked at both of you, her brows knitting together, “is there a new baby?”

“It’s true,” you promised, reaching out for her to come over. She clambered over and sat down in your lap, “you’re going to be a big sister soon. You’re going to have a brother or a sister!”

“Wow,” her eyes lit up and you could tell that she was genuinely excited, “that’s cool! I hope it’s a brother…wait no - a sister! Well, either one really.”

“You’re such a good girl,” Eddie stroked her chubby little cheek, nothing but fondness coloring his voice, “we love you so much, Ollie. And that is never going to change. You’re always going to be our baby girl. We’ll always love you.”

“I know,” she put a chubby little hand on both of your cheeks, “I love you too.”

“Good,” you grinned, “glad to know we’re all on the same page.”

“Yes,” she promised, nodding and causing her unruly curls to bounce wildly, “now can we finish opening presents?”

“Never change, kid,” Eddie laughed as he wrapped an arm around you, “I love you both so much, my girls -  my boy!”

[fluentmoviequoter]

The Price of Christmas Connections

Day 8 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x reader

Summary: You knock on Dalton's door and offer him some Christmas cookies, and when he offers to pay, you gladly accept.

Warnings: so much fluff; I think I forgot how to write for Dalton.

Word Count: 0.9k+ words (sorry it's short, I liked the idea but couldn't figure out how to make it longer then got too busy to try)

A/N: Like I said in the warnings, I need to watch The Red Door again bc I feel like I'm not writing Dalton as well as I used to, but I have finals this week so this is the best I can do for now. I may revisit this next week and rewrite it if anyone is interested, but for now enjoy some fluff (which Dalton very much deserves after the semester he's had)!

The best part of JPU, in your opinion, is that your last class of the week is across from the art building. Better, is that you get to see the guy you wish you knew. You know his name because his friend yells it whenever she is around. But that is all you know about Dalton. Though you want to know more.

Dalton watches for you when he leaves Professor Armagan’s class, wondering what it would be like if he dared to introduce himself. You’ve waved at Dalton a few times, and he’s awkwardly returned it or pretended not to see you. Every time Dalton walks back to his dorm, feeling disappointed, ashamed, and prepared to get yelled at by Chris.

When December begins, you can’t help but imagine how different the holiday season would be if you could talk to Dalton, get to know him… fall in love with him. The last idea hits you out of nowhere, but you mean it. The rest of the students at JPU seem disinterested in the time of year, with no sign of the Christmas spirit anywhere to be seen. Deciding that something needs to be done, you pull on an invisible Santa hat and set out to bring the spirit of Christmas to JPU until everyone goes home for Christmas.

You pile all of the homemade decorated cookies (and some undecorated, in case someone doesn’t like icing) onto a Christmas platter you picked up from the nearby grocery store. After dressing up with a Mrs. Claus dress pulled over your warmest leggings and a long-sleeve thermal shirt, you leave your apartment and walk to the nearest dorm building. Nearly everyone on the first floor accepts at least one cookie. By the time you reach the third floor, you’re preparing to return to your apartment to refill the platter. As you knock on a door, you count the cookies and decide to offer the last three to whoever is in the dorm. The door opens, and you smile, hoping to spread a little light. You see Dalton on the other side of the door, and your smile grows.

“Hi,” you greet. “I’m handing out Christmas cookies, could I interest you in one? Or three?”

Dalton’s jaw drops nearly imperceptibly as he looks between you and the platter.

“I’ve been watching you, I wanted to meet,” he blurts out. His eyes widen as he rushes to correct, “I mean- not like stalker-watching you, I just know when you have class and I wait until I see you when you leave. No, that’s not better, um-”

You laugh, shifting the platter so you can lay a hand on his arm. “It’s okay. I’ve been wanting to meet you too,” you admit.

Dalton nods, unmoving because you’re at his dorm and touching him. His mind races, forming plenty of things to say, but nothing comes out.

“So, do you want a cookie?” you repeat.

“Oh, yes, please. You- you can come in, if you want, since you said you wanted to meet me.” Dalton cringes as he finishes, whispering an apology.

“Sure,” you agree, entering his dorm.

You set the cookies on a clear corner of his desk, walking to the edge of his bed to inspect the art on his wall. Each piece tells a different story and you feel like you know Dalton more after each picture.

“Are you selling the cookies, or? I mean, I’ll pay for them if you are,” Dalton says, watching you look at his pictures.

He notices your eyes light up as you turn to him and say, “No, I’m not selling them, just handing them out. I’ll accept payment anyway, though.”

Dalton’s brows furrow as his arms drop. You realize you confused him with the conflicting information, so you decide to show him instead. Grabbing his sweatshirt, you pull him to you, kissing him as payment for the cookies, for allowing you to come in and get to know each other, and most importantly, and the opportunity to fall in love with him.

When you pull away from him, breaking the kiss, his eyes remain closed as he mumbles, “That works.”

“I’m glad we finally met,” you tell him.

“Me too.”

“There’s still cookies over there.”

Dalton rolls his eyes and smiles before leaning in to kiss you again.

✯✯✯✯✯

After turning in your last test, marking the official beginning of Christmas break, you run to the art building and wait for Dalton to finish his final presentation for Professor Armagan’s class. When the door opens, you perk up, standing on your toes to watch for Dalton.

“Dalton!” you yell, waving at him when he appears.

He smiles, rushing down the stairs and pulling you into his arms as he asks how your final went. 

“Cookie girl!” several people yell, hooting and pointing at you. “Be my Mrs. Claus!” one of them requests.

“My cookie girl,” Dalton says shyly, looking into your eyes as his arms tighten around you.

“Your cookie girl,” you agree, boldly kissing him in front of all the students.

The previously interested guys boo playfully as they continue walking, and you hear Dalton’s friend yell his name in surprise. You pull back, turning into Dalton’s shoulder before facing her.

“This is Chris,” Dalton introduces you. “Chris, this is my cookie girl.”

You roll your eyes at Dalton as you shake Chris’s hand.

“Oh my gosh, my roommate saved me one of your cookies; they were so good!” she gushes.

“Best priced cookies I’ve ever gotten,” Dalton says as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him.

Because of a few cookies, you went from staring longingly across campus to see each other to running into his arms. They’re the best-priced cookies you’ve ever had, too.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

A Christmas Miracle-Chapter 1

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Ruby Arias, Santa Claus, Streaky the cat

Summary: After her last two breakups, Lena doesn't think there is love out there for her. However, will Ruby's wish to Santa make Lena a believer in miracles?

Lena stood in line scrolling throw her email on her phone. She sighed because she had finished all of her work emails and was bored out of her mind. She looked down next to her and saw her six-year-old niece Ruby still jumping up and down full of energy. They have been waiting in line for over an hour to see Santa. She was honestly surprised that she had this level of enthusiasm. When she was her age, she would have thrown a fit. However, Ruby had been the perfect example of patience and positivity. It caused Lena to smile. She wished that she had that level of positivity. With Lex trying to kill her constantly or trying to take over her company, she honestly was surprised she hadn’t gone insane. If it wasn’t for Ruby, Ruby's mom Sam, and Lena’s stepmother Lillian, she probably would have.

Lena was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard Ruby scream, “It’s our turn, Auntie Lena!”

Lena looked up to see Ruby sprinting to Santa’s lap. Lena chuckled and quickly followed. 

Santa pulled Ruby up on his lap and asked, “What is your name, dear child?”

Ruby beamed and said, “My name is Ruby!”

Santa smiled and said, “It is nice to meet you, Ruby. What kind of gifts are you looking forward to for Christmas.”

Ruby shook her head and said, “I don’t need you to bring me presents this year Santa.”

Santa frowned and asked, “You don’t?”

Ruby shook her head and said, “I need your help with something very important.”

Lena was startled. She never thought that she would see the day that Ruby would forgo presents. She was quite curious about what she considered more important than a Christmas gift.

Santa looked at her quizzically, “Okay, what problem are you having?”

Ruby turned to Lena, pointed, and said, “I need a miracle. My Auntie Lena needs help.”

Lena looked baffled and said, “Ruby, I don’t need any help.”

Ruby turned to Santa with a worried look on her face and said, “She is lying. She thinks that love doesn’t exist. I need to make her believe again.”

Lena chuckled nervously and said, “Ruby that isn’t true. I believe that love exists. I love you, your mommy, and your grandma Lillian very much.”

Ruby rolled her eyes at her. She turned back to Santa and said, “She’s nervous because she knows that is not what I mean. She doesn’t believe in finding true love anymore. Auntie Lena is awesome and deserves the best true love in the entire world.”

Lena started rubbing the back of her neck and laughing nervously. 

“Ruby, I have taught you that you don’t need to be in a relationship to have a successful life.”

Ruby pouted at her and said, “You are sad all the time now since Andrea left. When I sleep over at your apartment, I hear you cry in your room at night wishing she would come back.” She turned to Santa and said, “Please don’t bring her back into her life. My mom said that she is a bad word, but it does rhyme with witch.”

Santa tried to stifle a chuckle. Lena looked at both of them mortified. She always thought she hid her emotions well around Ruby, but clearly she was wrong. Her last two relationships nearly destroyed her. When she was in college, she had dated Jack for 4 years. She thought that her relationship with him was going well until he bailed. Stated that being around her was a hazard. By that point, Lex had tried to kill her three times. The third time Jack took a bullet that was meant for her that put him in the hospital for three months. She was devastated that he broke up with her, but at least she understood it. Being with her was a hazard, and while she was willing to be his ride or die, she understood him not feeling the same way. 

Lena stayed single after that for two years until she met Andrea. She was a force of nature that swept her off her feet. She constantly surprised her with trips, flowers, chocolates, and love notes. She felt so loved and spoiled. Lena wanted to spend the rest of her life with her and often was scared that it was too good to be true. And it was. A couple of months ago, a hysterical woman broke into her building demanding to see her claiming Lena stole her wife and destroyed their family. Lena thought the lady was nuts until she had her private investigator do some digging and found out that Andrea not only was married but had five kids. She was devastated. What made matters worse was that Andrea’s wife sold her story to a popular tabloid. Now Lena not only gets blamed for Lex’s shenanigans but she is considered a homewrecker too. As much as she hated Andrea, she still wanted her back and that made her feel terrible. She wished that she could get over her. She barely left the house other than to go to work because it was one of the few things that kept her distracted. That and baking. Her house has been overflowing with baked treats like bread, muffins, and cakes since she left Andrea. Today was Lena’s first outing somewhere other than work in over three months. She only came because Sam agreed to go to a conference she had been avoiding hosted by Morgan Edge in Metropolis. She said the major thing Lena would have to do was to take Ruby to see Santa. Lena thought it would be a quick trip in and out. Now, Lena was regretting that decision.

Lena forced a smile and said, “I know that I was sad, but I am doing much now.”

Ruby pouted at her and said, “No you're not. Sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want in a true love.”

Lena sighed. She was starting to become frustrated and she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. 

“Ruby, dear. I don’t need anyone for Christmas. I am fine. I promise you.”

“No you’re not!” shouted Ruby while becoming teary-eyed. 

Lena was on the brink of tears. She knew that Ruby meant well, but this was all too much.”

“Ruby, if I sit on Santa’s lap and tell him my Christmas wish for a partner, will you drop this and never speak of this again.”

“Yes!” Ruby beamed. 

Ruby hurried up and got off of Santa’s lap so Lena could sit down. Lena rolled her eyes and gradually went to sit on Santa’s lap. 

“How does this work exactly?” muttered Lena. 

Read the rest on AO3

[umnitsa]

Santa has had enough of Christmas

Summary: Santa Claus is really frustrated with your behaviour.

A/N: So, yeah. There we are. More questionable porn with Santa Claus. I’m not even sure this is a bad thing anymore xD This is the moment I must admit I really loved Santa calling kids ‘little shits’, and it’s totally inspired by that line. XD Hope you enjoy this one!

Pairing: Santa x Naughty!reader

CW: degradation, mostly. Santa is angry on this one. This is dirty, so please beware xD

Santa materialized in a tiny living room in a tiny apartment, in a big city, in a big country, and he immediately felt something was wrong.

No Christmas decorations.

He squinted behind his glasses, adjusting to the light in the room, and the second thing he realized was that he occupied most of the room. That made him chuckle low; the one getting the present was very, very short, indeed.

Huffing, he turned around, looking for a tree or a stocking or wherever the fuck she placed her gifts. He found a place of cookies, a thermos, a bottle of beer, and a card on the dinner table.

“Sorry, Santa. I forgot to buy milk, so I am offering you my favorites. Beer and coffee.”

He laughed, a sad laugh. He knew you didn’t really believe in him, that this was just a joke for you, but it was ok. You were a grown-up. Grown-ups have a hard time just believing. The important thing was that you were on the nice list and deserved your gift. And your wonder.

He opened the beer, scoffed at the thermos, and grabbed one cookie. It wasn’t that good, but at least it was homemade.

He then saw the small gift close to the plate—the one you had bought yourself. With a grunt, he picked your present from the sack, but he heard a humming sound before he could place it on the table. The bedroom door must be open.

Santa moved quietly; there was a covered body in the bed, facing down, moving slowly, rhythmically. The humming came from right there. He stepped to the door, trying to make sense of the situation, when he heard a whimper, then a soft moan.

He felt the gift heavy on his hand. And the list became warm on his belt. You had just lost your place on the nice list. He had watched you all year, being sweet after a lifetime of perversion. Every moment, he watched you behave, being a good little girl… He got invested!

“What the fuck you think you’re doing, you little shit!” Santa raged, slamming the light switch. You scrambled, sitting down, the covers sliding.  “So fucking close, now I'll have to get you coal." He grunts. "It was already done and wrapped, you little pervert."

You had the audacity to look at him and moan, the vibrator still lodged into your body.

"I work all year, and you spoil everything in the last minutes of the day. Unbe-fucking-lievable." Santa growled as you scrambled, pulling the vibrator out and covering your breasts. “You leave that plate of cookies every year as a ridiculous little internal joke, and the year you’ll get the fucking present you spoil everything like this? What were you fucking thinking?”

“I… I was thinking of you, I guess…?” You said hesitantly. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry.” He grinned, placing the present back in the sack and tugging on the jacket. You just watched him, mouth half open. By the time he was through with the jacket and started tugging on his vest, your hand was moving under the covers again. He growled, angry. “This is so disrespectful.”

You quietly watched him, your hand moving gently under the covers. That infuriated him.

“And you just keep going!”

“If this is a dream…” You babbled, trying to look innocent but clearly hiding something.

“I’ll show you the dream. You’re gonna get exactly what you were thinking of.” He spat, taking the rest of his clothes. You gasped, leaning forward when he took off his shirt. Your hand speeded up; Santa Claus growled, quickly getting rid of his pants.

For one second, you looked genuinely scared, but it quickly turned into lust. You licked your lips, thinking of how it would hurt.

“Look at that. The little pervert got turned on by my size.” He mused, almost to himself, his face in a snarl, his voice showing some disdain. He placed his glasses at your bedside, then pulled the covers to expose your body. He hummed, looking at your breasts, your hips, the expanse of soft skin. “Is this what you want for Christmas, you horny little shit?”

“Please, yes.”

“On fours.” He chuckled darkly, climbing into the bed and grabbing your arm to turn you around.

“But I want to see you…”

“Tough luck.” He growled; you got on fours, trembling, your arousal explicit by the glistening on your thighs. “You’ve been naughty; you don’t get what you want. Now it’s my turn; now I get what I want.”

You lowered your shoulders to the bed with a moan, pushing your ass up. He made a disapproving noise and grabbed your hips. He took a moment to rub his cock against your pussy, enjoying your slick feel, the way you squirmed, rubbing your ass against him. His cock lined with your hole for a moment, and he gently pushed, enjoying the way you gasped, holding your breath.

He trusted into you, slowly and relentlessly, until you felt your hips against his. You whined, squirming; his big hands grabbed and squeezed your hips, your asscheeks.

“I’m curious.” He slid his hand up your back, then grabbed your hair, pulling you up. He sat on his heels, hugging you against his chest, cock firmly into your pussy, immobile. “Why? Why did you behave all year and just now… Relapsed? I’ll only move if you answer me. And tell me the truth; I know when you’re lying.” His voice sounded like a growl, an angry, rumbling growl.

“I saw you a few years back.” You panted, trying to grind against him, to little success. “Bringing coal. I saw you choosing the beer. And how you grunted and sighed eating the cookies. You looked so good… I wanted to fuck you, but the only guarantee you’ll visit is by being a good girl. So I did it.” You moaned. “I just… I thought if you saw me, if you liked what you saw, you could join me.”

“Fuck!” He trusted up, a sharp, hard thrust. “You were trying to trap me? You pervert! Naughty little slut.”

You moaned even louder, his hands squeezing your breasts. His anger was starting to melt with pleasure, and he had to admire your courage in setting everything up. He had to respect that even being naughty, you believed in him so much... You behaved, your true nature hidden in the process. He started thrusting, not so hard now, enjoying the feeling of your body against his.

“You feel so good.” You sighed.

“Christmas magic.” He chuckled, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“Nooooo. It’s you.” You whined, looking back over your shoulder, your hands over his. He nuzzled your cheek, enjoying your sighs and your whimpers. You raised your hand to his head, a soft whimper escaping from you as you buried your fingers into his hair.  He then nuzzled your ear and hair, taking deep breaths as he moved. “Thank you…”

“You’re so fucking naughty.” Santa chuckled, pushing you back on fours, his big hand sliding over your back. He took a moment to squeeze your hips, then pushed back to watch his cock disappear into your pussy.

You propped your head on your arms, whimpering, then turned your face to see him. Such a beautiful sight, his big body dwarfing yours in proportion, the tattoos adorning your chest and arms. As he growled in exertion, his blue eyes focused on the place your bodies met.

Santa didn’t look like he was paying any attention to you, but he was trying to commit that image to memory, your supple body, your soft skin, the way you were squeezing him, your moans and whimpers. He just couldn’t keep mad for long. You couldn’t be so naughty if you could make him feel like that.

The thought itself made him grab your hips harder, diving into a deep, hard thrust that made you howl in pleasure.

"Oh, is that how you like it? I see. Pervert.” He grunted, watching you tremble with his words. “You like when I point out you’re a naughty slut. What a delightful little shit you are!” He laughed, caressing your back ever so gently. He sounded dismissive and cruel, but the soft look in his eyes betrayed him. He was doing that for your pleasure. “I can’t say I’m not enjoying this.”

He pulled your head back by your hair, noticing how you whimpered and grabbed the sheets. He kept thrusting progressively harder and faster until you came, body going slack under him with the force of your orgasm. It didn’t take much for him to join after that, with your moaning and the way you weakly pushed against him. Santa just loved the way you reacted to him.

”That was a horrible thing to want for Christmas.” He said, his voice breathless and gruff, as he threw himself into the bed by your side, his arm still around you. He caressed you soothingly, especially your hips, which he had grabbed so hard just moments before.

“Sorry.” You lowered your head, chuckling giddily, your whole body tingling from the afterglow. “But that’s the only way I can get filled with Christmas cheer. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You know I have to give you what you ask for, even if you’re a naughty little shit taking advantage of the rules. You have to stop writing me dirty letters, though. The elves keep stealing them.” Santa chuckled, kissing your shoulder.

“You really want me to stop?” You asked softly.

“No.” He chuckled, his whole body shaking. You ended up laughing too.

[littlewestern]

Who are some IRM guys we haven't met yet? Like how you did with the planes but at the other museum.

Oh, great question! Yeah we have about a million guys at the IRM, most of whom we haven't even touched on publicly. Unfortunately, because there are so many, it's not going to be quite as in-depth (or artistically rendered) as the one about Texaco and Jenny, but I can give you a pretty good sampler with pictures and the power of imagination!

The Silver Interlopers: Birmingham and Loch Sloy

Occasional guests on the Nebraska Zephyr due to their streamlined silver appearances (even though Birmingham is actually Pullman-Standard, a great affront to the Goddesses), these two fill out the train nicely for special occasions and film shoots and are always pleased to butch up the prettiest train at the museum when called upon.

Birmingham in particular has a great story. From 1986 until his arrival at the IRM in 2004, he could be found in Lansing, IL serving as the local ice cream parlor! His interior layout as a diner made for a perfect transition into a seasonal shop. While many old railcars find new life as buildings (usually places to eat), Birmingham is very proud that he was in good enough condition to return to his original function, even if a lot of other cars make fun of him for it. Venus has to work extra hard to keep them in line when he's on the train, or Vesta will be leading the charge against him. "We already have a dining car" ain't gonna fly when you're supposed to be showing off all the silver equipment. Plus Birmingham is very well-behaved when he's guest-starring alongside them, and Venus appreciates a gentleman, even if his origins are a little humbler than her own. The rest of the Goddesses accuse her of having a soft spot. Maybe she just likes ice cream.

Loch Sloy is a Budd sleeper car, something the Goddesses do not object to quite as strongly. Since their train was never an overnight and has never had a sleeper, he's not treading on any toes. He's pretty quiet and reserved, if a little dopey looking with all those windows. That he doesn't exactly fit in visually would have been cause to give him a hard time as well if Birmingham wasn't already taking most of the heat. If anything, he gets a little bit ignored. He and Birmingham are pretty tight though, and having a name helps a lot in standing out, even if he doesn't like to draw attention to himself.

The Other Santa Fe: SF 92

One of my personal favs and definitely an engine I think deserves more of a spotlight, SF 92 was originally built as a passenger diesel in 1967, but was later overhauled to pull express freight trains as well.

The idea of an exclusively passenger diesel engine is one that was eventually phased out of use, but 92's history as one gives him a unique perspective on his role at the IRM. It's something he and Pilot have in common, and as a result the two have a relatively good working relationship. 92 is a little younger and peppier than Pilot is, and takes a less old-fashioned approach to the work, but Pilot thinks their different approaches lend a nice variety to what visitors to the IRM get to experience. Having 92 pull the Nebraska Zephyr on Diesel Days is eye-catching and a special treat for everyone. Not even the Goddesses complain too much. At least he's got silver on him!

Really though, I like the idea that 92 has a great deal of admiration for 2903. Not just because they're both AT&SF, although that's part of it. They both did mixed traffic work, which is something that 92 feels is not appreciated enough, and he thinks the wartime build of the 2900s is unique and cool! 92 underwent mechanical alterations to keep up with the changing times, and 2903's modified construction feels similar, in his opinion. Also, 2903 is cool! I just like the idea that the guy who had trouble finding his wheels at the MSI gets to come to the IRM and not only fit in but be admired and appreciated for the things that make him different is fun. I like giving 2903 nice things.

The Shunting Buds: CRI&P 4506 and IT 1605

There's a lot of shunting to be done at the IRM, so it's important to have a good lineup of switchers. Not to be outdone by CE 15's charming presence or Shay's incredible moving power, these two are the pretty faces of the shunting team and love to play it up for guests.

4506, has a sweet demeanor and bubblegum disposition, but enjoys the surprised look on people's faces when she drags a whole line of cars across the yard without breaking a sweat. It's not easy looking this good when you're also trying to get everyone into position for a busy day of work, but she makes it look like a cakewalk.

1605 is equally charming, if a bit more of a showboat. Maybe he's making up for being more citrus than sweet. 1650's been at the IRM longer and did his work efficiently alone for the better part of two decades, but when 4506 arrived he readily stepped into the spotlight alongside her. It makes the work more fun!

The two together make an extremely efficient team, being a similar class but built one year apart. They work from the same playbook and make shunting work look like it was choreographed ahead of time. Since they look so cute together with their similar but contrasting liveries, people assume they're "together" but it's more of an act for the visitors than anything. 1605 has designs on setting 4506 up with 92. He thinks the red and blue would look real cute together.

Imagine living in Ohio: SHRT 18 and CTUSU 19

A pair from the (now defunct) Trolleyville museum who were then sold to the (also now defunct) Lake Shore Electric Railway in Cleveland, these two have been through a lot together! 19 in particular has a very interesting history that I think is ripe for characterization.

CTUSU 19 is a transplant, first built in 1914 by Brill and lived out his service live south of the border in Veracruz. This in itself would be enough for me, because I love the idea of a Mexican streetcar immigrating to Ohio, but it gets better! The JG Brill company only built 18 of this particular open car, so this one being numbered 19 is interesting in and of itself! The IRM website suggests that 19 was cobbled together out of spare parts from older or wrecked cars. I love this concept, I think the idea of a mysterious foreigner hiding his pedigree because of that unsavory little detail is fascinating. Of course, now it doesn't even matter because the IRM thrives on strange little misfits. Maybe 18 tries to convince him it's a good detail to share, but 19 is steadfast in preserving his mystique. Can't say I blame him.

Like Spitfire learning German for his bestie, I like to imagine 18 being a fluent Spanish-speaker in order to keep his bestie informed and engaged with the visitors, though I expect by now 19 is no slouch when it comes to speaking English, unlike some warplanes.

The Green Hornet: CTA 4391

This little lady got a mention in the letters, so it's only natural that she's on the character roster as well. I'm particularly fond of the postwar PCCs for their gorgeous colors and elegant design, and when DJ suggested that she might make a good match for 40B given their shared even-tempered dispositions and desire for timely, sedate transit, I was 100% game. It's nice that they're both green, too!

There's a few others we're looking at characterizing in the future, including a sommelier car and his milk-carrying companion, and the remaining Oscar Meyer Reefer Cars, four of whom live at the IRM now but several of whom were traded in exchange for a CB&Q engine. More on that story another time, perhaps. Thanks for the ask!

[suginami-division]

It was nearing midnight, yet someone still had the audacity to knock on Ryuko Umemoto’s door. I mean, he was planning on pulling an all-nighter anyway to finish animating before the deadline hit, but come on! At this hour?!

Heaving a sigh of frustration, Ryuko got up and opened the door to find…nothing but two packages. Huh? They couldn’t even show up in person…?

Eh, whatever. At least someone got him something, right? Let’s hope to fuck that this isn’t a prank or some shit! Opening the packages, inside was…

…A monitor and a box of chocolates! There’s a letter attached to the chocolate box, let’s give it a read, shall we?

‘Umemoto-san,

Greetings. I know we don’t know each other that well, but I am your Secret Santa this year!

Animating is hard, isn’t it? I’ve heard of how terribly overworked animators often are, so I hope you’ve been getting enough sleep. Please remember to take care of yourself.

I don’t know much about technology so I’m not sure of the technicalities of this monitor, but it’s the latest model! I think it can really help you. Unless you already bought one? If so, I apologize.

Also, a box of chocolates for this holiday. You deserve something nice.

I hope you and the rest of Sazanka Zombies have a great Christmas!

By Koyumi.’

(i’m so sorry for sending this in twice i realized i forgot the pictures IM SO SORRY PLEASE DELETE THE OTHER ONE 😭😭😭)

With an annoyed scoff at the uncertain tone of the letter, Ryuko nonchalantly tossed the letter aside with the rest of his dark, messy apartment. Looking over the box of the monitor, the ex-yakuza glared at the box, reading the labels with a critical eye. Surprisingly, despite the sender being unfamiliar with technology, he found that as she had said it is a recent monitor. A pretty good one too, which Ryuko would only give a curt nod to himself in approval.

However, his sleep deprived, hungry brain went to the box of chocolates. The glaring bright green box wasn't of importance, in fact an annoyance to Ryuko. The contents inside were his target instead. Some cocoa pieces packed with sugar was sure to be a good bit of fuel to get through this hellish time crunch.

Carefully, the monitor was set aside. As appreciative as he was for the gift, setting it up to his current work desk would have to wait. Instead he carried the box of chocolates to his desk, threw the lid off and sat down.

"Duty calls..."

And back to work Ryuko went.

Thank you for the gift! And don't worry! I could work with or without the images honestly ahaha

[yujeong]

Fanfic Writing - New Year's Resolutions

Hey fellow fic writers <3 I know it's still not the end of the year, but it's December and I'm impatient, so I would like to share with you my writing plans for 2024 and ask you to do so too, if you want to. My Ao3 for convenience is Yuujeong, where you can check out all the things I'll be referencing below. So, in my case, I *hope* that in 2024, I will be able to: - write at least one more chapter for "Little House on the Hill" (I make no promises though, I've kind of moved on from that fic, even though it holds such a special place in my heart) - write and post the third installment of my "Heroes and Villains" series (I have neglected this one for months but I hadn't figured out this fic completely up until last month, when the full picture of it came to me and I managed to get unstuck. Hopefully, next year you'll be reading it) - finish and post the sequel to "Broken Vows" (istg I haven't forgotten it, on the contrary, it haunts my dreams, it's just such a tricky little shit that I ended up asking for help about it. It'll be in such capable hands now, and I hope people will enjoy reading it) - continue my Kim&Pete fic series (the second installment won't be too difficult to write - she says, as if she doesn't need at least a month for a fic to be written and edited before posting - but the one after that will be multi-chaptered and looong, so I'll need time and a lot of effort to pull it off. 2024 *will* see this series written and concluded though, I swear) - ARMPETE!! (I have a fic I've been meaning to work on for months now and it'll probably end up not being multi-chaptered as I intended at first. Unfortunately the inspiration for more than that has run out BUT I will enrich the fandom with this rarepair or so help me-) - write at least one BostonNick fic (there's one that's the most likely to be written, which is about Boston getting a haircut and I think it's cute and would love to explore the idea. Also, a Nick character study fic because my boy deserves the world) - write smut! Yep, in 2024 we're getting horny baby (prepare for some VP somno shenanigans, because there's not nearly enough of it in the fandom and that's a huge shame) - participate in at least one fandom event (the kpts Big Bang, while stressful for multiple reasons, was incredibly fun and I would love to do something like that again - same goes for things like Secret Santa events which are cool too) - try writing fics for some of my other favorite shows besides kpts (kpts was unique in the way only TMNT has been for me before, which was it giving me so many brainworms I needed to express my self artistically in the only way I was capable. In 2024, I would like to revisit some of my favorite shows and figure out if the same can happen with them too) I probably have more to share but I'll leave it here. Now, for the tags, I'd love to see the plans of @wisteria-daydreamer @wretchedamaranth @xxhappy-chickenxx @coleslaww @raksh-writes @mightymightygnomepriest @lu-sn @suzteel @fleet-off @justanothervariant @theoldastronomer @dual-desires @emberfaye @tsttoain @thisautistic and ALL the other people who are escaping my mind rn but their works are equally important! Please, if you want to share your writing plans, do so and tag me, I'd love to see them <3

[timaeusterrored]

(Vax’s mommy issues)

((Tw: mentions of addiction))

“I just think it’s a little convenient is all. She’s not there for nearly 33 years and suddenly she’s interested after he reveals his face? Do we even know if she’s his mother?” Vik asked, following Guadeloupe around the kitchen until she turned.

“Oh I’m quite sure. Even chromed up, V looks exactly like her. And trust me, Vik, I don’t like it either but he deserves to meet his mother at least once. Then he can chose to do as he pleases after.” She explained calmly, then shoved a spoon of soup into Vik’s mouth to shut him up.

Vax showed up a few hours later, trying to not look too excited and failing miserably. The sight hurt Vik’s soul. There was a feeling deep in his chest that this wasn’t going to end well.

“Is she here?” He asked, he sounded like a kid on Christmas asking if Santa came that night. Luckily, Guadeloupe best him to the punch to go with him. Vik watched from the kitchen as Melissa Kane stood to greet her son for the first time. She couldn’t even come sober?

Vik sat at the table, Guadeloupe joining him after a few minutes with a beer. They clinked their bottles together and waited, hearing the soft talking going on in the living room.

It too all of 30 minutes for Vax to go storming out. And Vik’s suspicions were confirmed. He watched Melissa try to follow, stopping just outside. She didn’t come for Vax, she came for V Eurodyne. Husband of a rock legend and a legend himself in the underworld of Night City.

“If you ever contact my son again, I will not hesitate to contact the police. I’d deal with you myself but I raised too much of a good person.” Vik couldn’t help but add that last bit. But it was true.

He was there when Vex had her baby, he was there when Vax woke up screaming from nightmares at an age too young to be having them, he was there for Vax’s first boxing match, taught him to shoot a gun and how to drive. And Guadeloupe was there to house him when V was too scared to talk to Vik about his own addiction. They raised V into the man he was today, not her.

He should call Kerry.

Vax was glad for one thing in the Villa, and that was the bar and the fact that Kerry only stayed here when he was making a new album, which luckily wasn’t now. He downed his second drink and went to pour another when a hand stopped him, silver wedding band sticking out against the golden jewel he normally wore.

He let the bottle get taken from him and sighed, feeling defeated. And hurt. And extremely vulnerable right now.

“She asked for money. Knew her all of 30 minutes, and she asked me for money.” He had hoped Vex would be wrong about her, that their mother would be an amazing woman who just made a rough decision. But no, she barely cared about Vax, only his last name and status.

“I’m so sorry, baby…” Kerry kissed his temple and led V to sit on the couch, then moved to make him an actual drink. Something he’d actually enjoy instead of just drowning in self pity for ever thinking his mother would be a good woman.

“I just… is it so bad that I hoped my mother would be a good person?” He asked when Kerry came back over with drink and made V look at him.

“Your mother is a good woman. That woman is not your mother, your mother is Guadeloupe Welles. And that is the best mother ever right there.” Kerry wrapped his arm around V’s shoulders and gave him a knowing look.

“She’s missin’ out on the most amazing, talented, kindest, and sexiest man alive. And if she was gonna use you for money, then fuck her. She doesn’t deserve to know Vax. She’s lucky she got to him. And she’s extremely lucky I wasn’t there.” She probably was, V had no idea how overprotective Kerry could be when they first met.

V took a drink and sighed. Fuck Kerry knew him too well this was amazing. He rested his temple on Kerry’s forehead, feeling him rub his shoulder.

“Still hurts… I spent years looking for her… wanting to meet her. And turns out she didn’t care about me or Vex at all…” he whispered. “I know I have Vik and Mama but damn I was so excited to meet her.”

Kerry nodded, simply listening to rant because he knew that’s what V needed. His merc didn’t need advice he needed someone to hear him. And Kerry would listen to him for hours if that’s what it took.

[thenasoneshots]

Aria Oneshot - Determination is a Key to Love

Requested?: No

Prompt: “I can’t believe I fell in love with you!”

Timing: Between Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice (Cause I need Apollo in it.)

Type of oneshot: Angst/Fluff

Reader's Age: 18

Reader's Occupation: Defence Attorney

Reader's Relations: Sister to the WrightWorth kiddos (ie you are one too)

Warnings: None

Other notes: I should be writing actual AA oneshots, but I love my little kiddos so much and I want to use them.

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“Hold it! It seems the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Your Honour, the piece of evidence the defence has just presented is forged.”

I blinked, trying to calm my heart rate, I knew exactly what had happened to Dad when Aria’s father had brought up the fact that a piece of evidence he’d presented was forged, and it led to seven years of him not setting foot in a courtroom. That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder, “(Y/n)?”

“J-Just leave me alone. I’m not going to fight it, Ally. I can’t prove it wasn’t,” I replied, trying to contain my tears as I removed my badge from my lapel, placing it on the bench in front of me before running out of the courtroom, hearing Ally chasing behind me, “(Y/n), wait!” I just ignored her, running back to the agency and curling up in a ball on one of the sofas.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), what happened? Tell me.”

I just sobbed and clung onto my father as she ran over, giving me a hug, “Come on.”

“I-I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“That’s alright, (Y/n). I’ll be here for you when you do want to explain.”

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my breathing, leaning on him, as I soon found myself falling asleep.

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I woke up later to voices, “What the HELL did you do?!”

“I-I..”

“You have no explanation, do you?! You’re a terrible friend, Aria!”

“I know, but please, let me apologise!”

“No,” I muttered, opening my eyes and sitting up, now realising that Trucy’s cape had been placed on top of me as a blanket, “You don’t deserve to be forgiven. I don’t care if you want to apologise, it WON’T GET ME MY BADGE BACK!” I shouted, the tears coming back to my eyes again, “I CAN’T BELIEVE I EVER FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU!” I slapped a hand across my mouth the minute I’d said the statement, and ran out of the Agency, leaving Aria and Luke shocked.

I didn’t know how long I had been running for, but I found myself by Gourd Lake. At least I knew where I was if anyone called me to ask where I’d gone. I just sat down by a tree and sighed, reprimanding myself for letting myself confess to Aria when I was supposed to be mad at her.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) is that you?”

I looked up at the familiar voice and saw Gigi standing there, a pen in her hand. I just wiped my tears, “Oh. Hi. Yeah, I just needed some fresh air and my legs led me here. What brings you here?”

“Investigating a case. Bluford’s been assaulted and is now in the hospital, the rest of the team thinks he won’t make it, but the doctors are still hoping he will. He’s been smacked on the head by a blunt object, judging from the injury he had, and Caisie’s been accused of doing it. What’s worse is that there are witnesses! Oops… I shouldn’t be telling you all this, you might end up defending her.”

“Just stop. I’m just going to come out and say it, I lost my badge, so it doesn’t matter, Gi, I can’t defend her anyway, but I don’t really want to go into detail.”

“Oh my science, that’s not good. If you need someone to talk to, I’m here!”

“Thanks.”

----------------------------

“Wait… then who got (Y/n)? Everyone else got a gift… On no, did your name get lost in my hat?” Ally muttered, taking her hat off her head and tapping the top of it, trying to see if there was anything stuck inside.

“I’m sure that’s not the case, Ally. In fact, I do actually know where your Secret Santa is, (Y/n).”

“It’s fine. I don’t need anything anyway. Unless you’ve managed to get my badge back, Dad.”

Before he could reply, a knock was heard at the door to the agency. Dad smiled and walked over, opening the door. I couldn’t tell who it was unless I felt a tap on my shoulder, “(Y/n)?”

I tried to contain my anger at the blonde as I looked up at Aria, “What?”

“Sorry I’m late, it took longer than I expected to get your gift.”

I blinked a few times in confusion before she handed me a small box. I took in hesitantly, seeing a smile on her face. I returned my attention to the box and opened it up, gasping as I saw the small golden circular badge inside, “I-Is this a joke?” I asked, looking Aria in the eye as she chuckled, “It’s serious. I’m sorry for causing you to lose your badge, (Y/n),” she spoke, taking it out of the box, “May I?” I nodded and she came closer, pinning it back to my lapel, “That’s where it belongs, not sitting on the defence bench where you left it.”

“H-how did you get it back for me though? It must have been incredibly hard seeing as by taking it off myself and walking out of the courtroom, I was basically admitting that I knew it was forged.”

“Well, I did have a bit of help,” she replied, smiling up at Dad, causing me to smile in return as I hugged her, “Best Christmas gift ever!”

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

“I’m still mad at you for getting my badge taken away from me in the first place, but you got it back for me, so yes.”

“That makes me happy to hear. Now, about your confession…” Instead of finishing her sentence, she took my cheek in her hand and kissed me. My eyes went wide and I blinked, but wrapped my arms around her in response.

“Correction to my earlier statement; That was the best Christmas present ever.”

“Glad you think so, (Y/n). Glad you think so.”

----------------------------END OF ONESHOT

Hehe…

[larsisfrommars]

BG3 Santa Playthrough #7

Secrets, Swamps, Kagha and Karlach:

It seems an old woman is being accosted by these two boys! Perhaps… perhaps it is the same old woman who paralyzed that poor tiefling girl back at the grove… let’s see what she has to say if I ask her about it. My goodness that was rude! And she vanished! I will look for the girl myself, those boys are in a heap of trouble if that old woman truly is a hag. And so are we! Still, we must help the tieflings first.

I’m usually doing the watching, why do I feel like something is watching me? I don’t see anyone, perhaps it was just that unpleasant meeting with that old woman before. I do hate to upset anyone.

There it is! The great big tree stump from the letter! Here is where we will find our answers! It seems they’ve summoned more than enough naughty creatures to protect their secrets! Wait, where is Gale?!

We have to get him back, the angel of death will not take him yet! Especially since it seems it would endanger others!! Why is it so complicated?! Oh I don’t feel well what is that coming from his body? Might need more… help… than I thought… 💀

Oh! That was much too close! Shadowheart has brought us both back! Thank Silvanus!… and I suppose… Shar. Gale you have some explaining to do! Please tell me what’s going on! What on earth kind of illness endangers so many lives? Still he tells me nothing, Santa’s getting a little tired of everyone hiding things from him.

*Sigh* We will talk about this later, we must rest before we confront Ms Kagha with her misdeeds. Who is this woman Gale is looking at? He is acting as if everything is well and good but I do not believe him. Who is she to him? The goddess of magic, he cares for her very much it seems.

Oh it seems he wishes to teach me some of his magic! I would like to learn what it he does, perhaps it could help me in my toy making! Oh, how wonderful! That was… magical. You are quite the teacher Gale, I understand why you love this type of magic so! It has been a long time since things have made any sense, but he does. Even if he will not tell me how to help him. I wish to, he is very kind, he deserves goodness. From me if nothing and nowhere else.

Off to Kagha, my goodness! The rats!! Of course! I should have known! Kagha must stop this, we are stronger together, druids or not! She has taken a step towards goodness but I doubt any presents will be due this year! She has given me a gift, a kindness. I will use it to help mend what she has broken.

Zevlor seems happy with this arrangement, I am happy he isn’t eager for bloodshed, at least not in not in this sacred place. But taking down a nest of naughty goblins and drow? This I can do! Then these beasts will endanger the children no longer, and perhaps we will find the man that guides this place while we’re at it! Still there are other dangers, like the woman Wyll warned us of! We ought to do something about her!

I have found another entrance to the Owlbear cave! Oh my goodness! The goblins have KILLED the Owlbear mother!! And the baby is nowhere to be found! Perhaps it was stolen! The sooner we find those goblins the better! They must pay for this!

Oh goodness it’s a dog! Hello pooch! Oh dear… his human friend has died, poor thing, perhaps he’ll come to us once he has accepted that his friend is gone.

More evidence of a Harper and Druid friendships, two bodies under a broken bridge. I wonder what conflict brought them here, if it had to do with the murals in the grove, and with Shadowheart’s goddess. I wonder…

We’ve found her! She seems to be suffering! My goodness AND she has a tadpole too! Why hasn’t she hurt us already, it seems she was trapped, things are only getting stranger! Wyll stop! Don’t hurt her, she seems to mean us no harm! It seems the real naughtiest are the ones hunting her, Wyll now no longer among them. He seems to regret it, but he’s scared of whoever put him up to all this.

I think, Shadowheart must step aside for now, Karlach needs us, and she seems nicer without such a shadow as Shar hanging over her heart unlike that tragic girl, she bucks so hard against the teachings she repeats, and she doesn’t remember what happened before now. Very strange. Perhaps I’ll need her again soon, but for now! I will brush up on my healing magic and prepare to defeat some very naughty hunters!

<- The Shadow Druid Rendevous

[aria0fgold]

I've fully finished Mad Father! And time... for my final thoughts that I took awhile processing and I'm still in the process of processing it. The story is pretty good! The... entire family is messed up... Like, good on you Monika accepting the love of your life despite all his murderous crimes and then drawing the line at him harming your daughter and... adultery? (Monika can excuse murder but god forbid that man cheats on her. Monika is like: "I GIVE HIM MY EVERYTHING AND THAT'S WHAT I GET IN RETURN???" monika... the children please... the dude has been killing so many innocent people monika--)

Monika's a good mom, but as a person? Well, that's up for debate. I still like her though. Now the dad... At first I was like, okay, he murders people for whatever research he got going on, but at least he cares and loves his daughter. But that last part, yeah, nah... It was nice while it lasted though. And brooo... Aya are ya serious, Aya? Like are you fr rn??? Are you fr gurl???? Exasperated sigh but the signs were there and to be fair... if you're raised in a household with a dad that actively kills people and a mom that is 100% okay with that, chances are Aya is not gonna end up on Santa's good list.

It's just so sad cuz that blond kid had so much faith in her to Not go down the same path as her dad and I'm so sorry kid but that's unfortunately not possible. Also feeling bad for Maria cuz lady deserved a more "ordinary" life than being an assistant to more murders again. Like, Aya come on brrroooooo Whyyyyyyyy

ALSO as it turns out, the blond kid wasn't dead????? Like I went to check out the IF story in the gallery and that kid wasn't dead! Bruh Maria legit just nearly killed a kid and STEPPED ON HIM. Dude... Thanks Mr. Ogre for giving him that medicine even though you're most likely an evil guy but you're okay in my book. You were plenty helpful even though it's for selfish reasons, love the teleporting by the way (It helped a lot when going back to the portal area when I had to go aallll the way back to the entrance hall for the gems).

I love the last scene of the IF story cuz like aww... the blond kid so nice and I feel bad but that guy really gonna stop Aya if they met and Aya's on the same path as her dad (which she is). And like, aww kid, I'm so sorry (poor guy can't catch a break. Hope his eye injury heals well).

[your-everyday-theatre-kid]

WHY NOT :D

how many followers do you have? 214 on my main :)

when’s the last time you went on a date uhmmm a few months ago? with my ex

how many posts have you made? 4,442 on my main- 0_0

What type of shoes do you wear? Black boots :3

what colour are the walls of your room White

where are you right now? (not exact location. ex: at a park) In my room

would you consider yourself good at art? Uh, not compared to my talented friends lmao. So decent?

who was your first kiss? Uh my ex? Also my first gf

do you still sleep with stuffed animals? YESSSS

what’s your favourite piece of clothing you own? IDK- erm I really can't choose ._.

do you live in an urban, suburban, or rural area? ...What does that mean XD

what’s your favourite store to shop at? (online or irl) GOODWILL. Well I don't buy stuff myself often but I love looking at Amazon and Temu (for shits and giggles)

if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be? Singer?

do you collect anything? A lot of things ._. drawings, stickers, scissors, tape, rocks/crystals, paper hearts, pets LOL

what’s the last thing you ate? Cereal

if you go to therapy, do you like your therapist? I don't go

what’s one thing you want to buy, but don’t have the money or resources to get? HOT TOPIC. and concert ticketssssss

Who’s the first person you can think of? My FP >W< (@biscuitqueen)

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? Santa is real, you santaphobe. >:( hehe

If you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what show would it be? Dead End: Paranormal Park!!! MISS THAT SHOW MANN

do you consider yourself a part of any alternative subculture? if so, which one(s)? A mix of scenemo and goth I'd say

who was your childhood favourite music artist? i don't really remember but I know I USED to like all that basic pop music (like Taylor swift, Sabrina carpenter etc.)

CDs or record players? I've never had one but I WANT a record player

Do you believe in any conspiracy theories? No not really

would you get back together with an ex if given the opportunity? No

favourite kids show character? I can't really think I love too many

is the person you call your best friend actually your best friend? YES.

when you’re sad, do you prefer to listen to music to match your mood, or listen to happy music? both but mainly sad/dark

what’s the last outfit you wore? Uhhm if I'm being honest I think it was my Angel Dust cosplay

do you have any online friends? Yep

least favourite clothing style that is currently popular the basic like black leggings with white Nike socks, like WHY DO YOU WEAR THE SAME THING EVERY DAY

how often do you do your laundry? often enough??

do you prefer silver or gold jewelry? Silver

what’s your book/movie/tv guilty pleasure? *no comment*

if you could change your hair however you want, how would you change it? If I could go back I would see how I look with like short hair but keep my split dye. But if not I would keep it but make it straighter

do you paint your nails? Most of the time. Black always >:3

what’s an uncommon/specific /obscure topic you’re interested in? ...Does Bill Cipher count? /silly

what’s the name of your first pet/what would you name your first pet if you had one? uhhhh idk my like BABIEHOOD pets but the first one I remember like my mom owning with me was a beta fish named Larry X3

what’s one feature you would change on tumblr? Sending videos or voice recordings in dm's!!!! PLEASE.

what’s the most interesting item you own? Uhhh Idk?

would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert? concert, than like home afterwards so we can get some peace and quiet

what’s one regret you have? a lot of things, but for how I broke up with an ex, she deserved better

42 personal questions ask game

how many followers do you have?

when’s the last time you went on a date

how many posts have you made?

What type of shoes do you wear?

what colour are the walls of your room

where are you right now? (not exact location. ex: at a park)

would you consider yourself good at art?

who was your first kiss?

do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

what’s your favourite piece of clothing you own?

do you live in an urban, suburban, or rural area?

what’s your favourite store to shop at? (online or irl)

if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

do you collect anything?

what’s the last thing you ate?

if you go to therapy, do you like your therapist?

what’s one thing you want to buy, but don’t have the money or resources to get?

Who’s the first person you can think of?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

If you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what show would it be?

do you consider yourself a part of any alternative subculture? if so, which one(s)?

who was your childhood favourite music artist?

CDs or record players?

Do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

would you get back together with an ex if given the opportunity?

favourite kid’s show character?

is the person you call your best friend actually your best friend?

when you’re sad, do you prefer to listen to music to match your mood, or listen to happy music?

what’s the last outfit you wore?

do you have any online friends?

least favourite clothing style that is currently popular

how often do you do your laundry?

do you prefer silver or gold jewelry?

what’s your book/movie/tv guilty pleasure?

if you could change your hair however you want, how would you change it?

do you paint your nails?

what’s an uncommon/specific /obscure topic you’re interested in?

what’s the name of your first pet/what would you name your first pet if you had one?

what’s one feature you would change on tumblr?

what’s the most interesting item you own?

would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert?

what’s one regret you have?

[plaindangan]

Sexy santa for Mahiru: She deserves all the love and maybe a booty smack or two~

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

SSS - Mahiru

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Who was that banging on her door this late at night?! Growling, Mahiru (in a white crop top and begins pajama pants), flew open her door with a scowl.

"Hey!! What's the big idea, banging on my....my...u-u-um..." In front of her was Seiko, their community's local pharmacist and usually a pushover nerdy goth girl...

Problem was, that in place of the 'nerd' there was now an eight foot, gray skinned, tall beast that resembled said nerd instead. She was wearing a red two-piece outfit. A crop top that left a good amount of her expanded breasts exposed and her ripped stomach, and a mini-skirt that showed off her toned thighs and barely covering her bubble butt. This beast was smiling from ear to ear, fangs bared as she stared down her prey~

"Happy Holidays, Mahiru~ I'm here to be your 'present'! Although..." Mahiru squeaked as she felt Seiko's new massive hands reach around and groped her own plump butt, even giving it a few smacks~ Due to how sensitive her rear was, Mahiru ended up moaning, much to Seiko's delight.

"Seems as if I got a present to indulge myself in, too. But that's enough talking...how about we take this to your bedroom!~"

"H-huh, h-heeeeey!! Gimme a heads up first!!" Complained Mahiru as she was quickly slung over the beast girl's shoulders, completely at the mercy of Seiko as the pharmacist waltzed both off for a first passionate night ahead. Not that she minded, of course, but her complaints were for the principle of the thing!! Yet, while smirking, Seiko's response to such protests was to give another hearty slap across that jello booty - to stun her giftee into flustered silence. At least, until both go to Mahiru's room that is~

"And just where would the fun be in that?~"

[renlios]

FLOYD  WEATHERFORD  ,    @starlcved​​  :   💖   ─   volunteer  together  at  a  local  charity .                                ↳   HOLIDAY  PROMPTS . 

HER  SMILE  BECOMES  MORE  GENUINE  AS  SHE  SLIPS     between  the  curtains  of  the  grotto  ,   leaving  the  QUEUE  of  children  behind.    finally  alone  with  him  for  what  feels  like  the  first  time  all  day.    “  you  know  ...  ”   she  muses  as  she  shifts  in  CLOSER  ,  fingers  reaching  out  to  trail  along  his  arm.    “  i  think  santa  deserves  a  break  .   he’s  been  working  exceptionally  hard ,   and  it  wouldn’t  be  fair  to  the  rest  of  the  children  for  him  to  continue  granting  wishes  when  he  can’t  put  all  his  energy  into  them  !  ”   she  IMAGINES  it’ll  be  useless  ;   that  he’ll  carry  on  pushing  through  until  they’re  all  seen  to.  but  she  has  to  at  least  TRY  to  help.   lips  form  a  slight  pout  ,   eyes  widening  in  an  almost  puppylike  way  as  she  leans  in  closer.   “  please  ... ?   we  can  send  one  of  the  elves  to  fetch  you  some  tea.  i  promise  to  make  sure  that  they  don’t  put  the  milk  in  first  !  ”