#but sticky snow is a bitch

[meisnerd]

These tags. Like that's downtown and it's clear it's a street that's steep with sticky snow that wasn't salted yet. I don't know if the rest of Canada doesn't have steep streets or sticky snow, but it gets on your tires (yes, even with snow tires, who knew) and you lose traction and get into accidents or fear getting into accidents, even with a small amount of snow in the ground. It's insanely dangerous and your experience as a conductor means fuck all, because your car is going to slide if you're on a hill, wether you want it or not.

Like it's funny to look, especially afterwards as we know nobody was hurt, but that was a dangerous situation to be in and everyone must have been frightened, with reason. Also, it's so rare it got on the news and it's probably measures have been taken so that it never happens again.

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Hey Fort? It's hot out here, right?

"Yes, it's Thailand, so-?"

Yeah... just a second, can you hold this with your face a moment?

*sticks a strip of Gaff tape right between his eyes.*

Just, like, for 15 seconds.

*waits while it gets hot*

Perfect.

*rips the gaff tape- and his unibrow- off*

[anisangeldust]

Worship this love 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: Coriolanus can’t seem to stop winning, of course he has to make sure you’ll never leave..

Part: ← iv

Warnings: misogyny, cheating, death (poison), coriolanus’ fucked up mind, descriptions of a dead body, mentions of blood, smut (p in v), baby trapping, dubcon, semi forced pregnancy? Minor threats.

A/N: DDDNE, please don't read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable. Your internet consumption is not my responsibility. happy new year!! Sorry this took me so long. This series gave me terrible writers block for some reason ENJOY!!

“I should that bitch an Avox, maybe then she’ll learn to behave” Coriolanus chuckled as you sat on his lap, one hand on your waist and the other cradling a glass of neat whisky.

That warned him a playful smack to his chest “Coryo!” You scolded. Classic. Despite how much Livia did to anger, hurt, and even injure you, you never wished ill upon her. It was one of the many reasons, Coriolanus thought, that she’d never be on your level. She would never be as genuinely pure.

“Dove, I’m going to get rid of her” one of his hands toyed with the ruffles of your uniform “you know that, and it’s not your fault.” His voice cooed sweetly.

A gentle sigh left your chest “I know.. I just” you look into his piercing gaze, the adoration bubbling in his crystalline pupils was almost tangible as he watched you speak. “I don’t know.. I just hate to waste a life like that-“

“Her existence is a waste of life.” Coriolanus cut in sharply, setting down his drink and holding your face in both hands “my sweet, baby dove. It’s my choice that Livias life is going to end. Don’t feel guilty. She’s trying to hurt you. And that’s not okay.” He murmurs and pecks your lips, a gesture you happily reciprocate.

“Okay..” you nod and smirk gently. Climbing off his lap to resume cleaning.

“Good girl” the president praises and pats your bottom. Ever since you two first started sleeping together, you’d made sure to put on a little show of wiggling your hips with every swipe of a duster, bend down unnecessarily, or accidentally forget to wear a bra so your perky nipples were visible through the uniform fabric. All of which earned you a spanking or rough fuck.

You both loved every second of both.

——

“President snow. Your berries and root.” A hired, non avox worker set them down in his office under strict orders. Coriolanus could almost smell the enticing aroma from here, yet they seemed to simultaneously irritate his nose..

The president gave a curt nod “thank you” he stated before waving his hand to order the worker away.

An avox came in a small bit later, their hands gloved with a cage gripped tight between their fingers.

The avox set the cage down and uncovered it, revealing a plump and skittering rat, the perfect test subject for the level of poison in the berries.

Coriolanus stood up and leaned against his desk, nodding to gesture for the avox to begin. Taking a single berry, the worker sets it in the cage of the rat, letting the rodent sniff around for it.

It doesn’t take long for the animal to eat the poisoned nightshade. And it took even less time for the creature to start flailing and then stop breathing, laying dead in the confines of the cage.

A smile played at the edges of Coriolanus’ mouth “good.. very good” he nods and grabs a sticky note, writing down instructions to the chefs on making the berries into a pastry, and the hemlock into tea.

“Give this to the chefs. Let it fall into the wrong hands and I’ll have your head” The young president hands the basket and the note to the avox. “And get rid of the rat” he scoffs.

——

Coriolanus observed the head chef very carefully as he reduced the berries into a jam and steeped the hemlock root and stems into Livias daily chamomile tea.

The poisonous jam was then pipped onto some pre-made croissants, so inconspicuous, ready for consumption.

Just as Coriolanus moved to leave, you come up behind him “is that what you’re doing with the nightlock?” You giggle and kiss his shoulder.

“Nightlock?” He looks down at you and takes your chin with two fingers.

You nod “yeah. Deadly nightshade? Hemlock? Nightlock. It felt appropriate” you giggle.

Coriolanus shakes his head and smiles “you’re too cute” he chuckles and pecks your lips, murmuring against the affectionate exchange— “I don’t want you to see Livia die. Stay in my office” he coos.

You nod obediently and nuzzle his cheek “m’kay”

“Good girl” he murmurs and moves his hand to playfully squeeze your rear. Your doe eyes gaze making his trousers feel a touch too tight.

——

The morning air of the Capitol felt a little too thick, whether it was the wight of his own decisions, or the constant pressure of Livias presence, something or someone was always crowding Coriolanus. Though he knew subconsciously that the minute her pulse stopped, the smoke would part.

You were his only respirator, the constant air tank in the fog. As much as he tried to convince himself that love was pointless to him, he would be reminded that he loved you. And oh he loved you. Your fluffy hair and happy attitude was the sunshine cutting through his dark days.

That’s what kept him going as he climbed into bed that night, mentally preparing to have to deal with the press, how he was broken over Livias death, and how he was trying his best to help her sudden illness, but in the end it won.

He was torn from his thoughts by the devil herself voice “Coriolanus?” Her body was next to his before he could respond.

“What?” He sighed and looked over at her, his eyes dark and cold, the opposite of his gaze when he looked at you, even she knew that.

“C’mon! Don’t be like that. Our wedding is soon—“ that almost made Coriolanus puke in his mouth “—and we are going to be expected to have an heir. So we could at least practice?” She giggles. Coriolanus had to hide his grossed out scowl “mhm. How about tomorrow night? I’ll be all yours okay?” He looked over his shoulder and Livia nods “Okay!” She giggles and turns over “oh, and once we’re married I want to discuss some staff with you”

By “some staff” he knew she meant you, but he chose not to comment on it, he knew she wouldn’t live to see their wedding. Whether it was the berries the next morning or blunt force was unknown, but she wouldn’t make it.

——

You sat in Coriolanus’ office, snug in his chair with a book and the promise that he’d be back soon. “I don’t want you to see it” he murmurs and kisses your head “it’ll be over quickly, then I’ll be all yours” he tries to soothe the guilty feeling he can tell is brewing in your gut.

“Okay.. I love you” you murmur and he chuckles “I love you too, little dove.” And with that, he leaves and locks the door.

At the dining table, Livia was sitting and waiting for tea and breakfast. Coriolanus sat down and started to sip his coffee, nothing out of the ordinary for them.

The avoxes set down breakfast, pouring Livias tea, and then yours. Making sure to switch the teapots.

“Mmm. I haven’t had pastries in a while” she giggles and takes a bite “what’s in here? Jam? It’s very good” she smiles and takes another bite.

Coriolanus lets out a genuine smile to Livia for the first time ever, though it’s for different reasons than she might think. “It’s a new berry the gardener planted. I figured you’d like it.” He smirks.

She washes the pastry down with the tea “mm, it was delicious” she coughs “the tea is quite bitter though. I guess it was a bad batch” she shrugs.

“Probably. Sometimes the leaves get weird” he nods in agreement, though his eyes were trained on her face, he almost felt disgusted for paying so much attention to her, but he couldn’t let her live.

It only took a few moments before she started having a coughing fit, pouring herself more of the bitter (hemlock) tea and drying to ease the soreness, but it only made it worse. “Coryo..?” She wheezed out and gestured to her throat “water..” her voice was scratchy, he could tell her throat was closing.

“Hmm? Oh my. Yes, I’ll be back” he feigns concern and gets up, taking his time to get her water.m he comes back to Livia wheezing and gesturing for him to come quickly. Coriolanus hands her the water, which is quickly guzzled and then spat out as she starts to convulse.

“I can’t.. —it.. Coryo?” She whines and tries to stand up, only to collapse on the floor.

Coriolanus can’t help but giggle as the staff all stand and do nothing, even though he knew they all disliked her; (also they were all threatened into silence) but the amount of apathy was almost satisfying.

He leans down as she started to grip at her neck, her lips turning blue “pity really, you had so much potential.” The president shakes his head and sits back down, continuing to eat his breakfast, showing Livia in her last moments that he never really did care about her anyway.

After a moment, her body laid still, a small pool of blood tricking down from the edge of her mouth. Another minute passed before a daring avox reached out to check her pulse, looked over at the nonchalant president and nodding.

“Dead?” Coriolanus asks a different worker, who promptly checks herself and confirms.

“Dead.”

The instant euphoria the President felt was almost orgasmic. She was dead. He never had to deal with Livia ever again.. nothing was between you two now..

Daring to look ate her corpse, Coriolanus was met with glazed over eyes and blood trailing from her mouth and nose. She was dead, and he had never been happier.

——

The doors of his office opened quickly, Coriolanus raced in and scooped you up, capturing your face in a searing kiss. “Dove..” he murmurs and starts to walk, out of the office and up stairs, kicking open their his room door.

He sets you down on his beautifully plush bed and starts to tear off your clothes. Your giggles filling the room “so I’m assuming she’s gone?” You murmur and he nods “you’re mine..”

He had crazy eyes, the kind that made you want to simultaneously run away and open your legs, of course you chose the latter. Coriolanus didn’t even bother taking off your underwear, he just ripped a hole right over the wet skin of your cunny.

“Oh fuck babygirl..” he sinks a finger in your tight pussy and growls “I’m gonna breed you..” his voice is low and dark. His hands move off you momentarily so he can undo his pants, allowing both his pants and boxers to fall so his semi-hard length can hang out.

Your eyes roll back “please do daddy” you nod and spread your legs further, allowing him better access to your slick folds.

Today wasn’t a day for foreplay, maybe another, perhaps a day when his ex fiancée wasn’t laying dead in the dining room would be better? No matter, he needed you. And Coriolanus was a taker, so took you he did.

His hard length slid into your juicy pussy, becoming enveloped in your tight heat. The feeling causing both you and the president to moan out loud. “Oh.. mmm— daddy! Yes!” You cry out as he starts to piston his cock into you, the length bullying its way into your cunt.

“Fuck— you’re— always so— tight… no matter how much I fuck you..” he growls and keeps moving, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he holds your legs against your chest. “Gonna breed this— greedy hole..” he croaks and moves a hand to rub your swollen clit.

You let out a gasp and squeal before nodding “please—! Let me come! Breed me!” You beg breathlessly

“Yeah? You’d— fuck— you’d like that huh? Being my bitch? Having me stuff you full of my children?” He grunts before thrusting one more time and spilling his cum into your womb.

His fingers work over your nub until you cum, your pussy clenching Coriolanus’ cock, the import of his release visable in your abdomen “yesyesyesyesyes!” You scream out before gasping for breath, the force of your orgasm almost too much.

The President lays down and pulls you flush against him, breathing in your scent while his hand moves against your belly “gonna pump you full, soon this belly will be plump with my heir”. He breathes the promise,

you look at him with both want and trepidation “what about the press? What will they think?” You murmur and he lets out a hearty chuckle.

“You know what Dove? I don’t give a single fuck. I want you barefoot and fucking pregnant with my seed. You aren’t leaving me. And I’ll never let you go.” While it seemed sweet, you could taste the underlying threat in his words, you try to leave and you suffer Livias same fate.

“I won’t leave, I promise” you murmur and kiss him.

He beams. “Good girl. Now. Let’s get you into something more fitting for a future First Lady.”

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[rafescvntyclubgf]

Sorry, Top… Again - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor

CollegeStudent!Rafe x Topper'sGF!Reader

⭐️ NEW DROP ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

2k - lightly edited

🪄 warnings: cheating, name-calling, degradation, fingering, cum tasting, male masturbation, female masturbation, teasing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, rough sex, spanking, creampie, ownership kink.

Based off of this ask. Also, thank you for this ask as well, nonnie! 🌺

Part 1

📖 Topper's GF (reader) can't stop thinking about Rafe and the feeling is mutual. When Topper tells Rafe that he's finally going to take your relationship farther than kissing, Rafe knows he has to ruin you first.

✨"Mmm… Mhmm – Where did Topper’s perfect little girlfriend go? Huh? I know she's in there somewhere?" He mocks. “Aren’t you gonna tell me to stop?” He mumbles as his hands trace up your inner thigh. “Aren’t you gonna tell me you don’t want this?”✨

Readers POV:

“Fuck, you are a pussy, Top. Take another,” Rafe smirks, his lust-filled eyes trailing down to yours.

“M’Done. I - I… Damn,” Topper stutters and laughs, waving the blonde off.

“Bitch,” Rafe clips, giving you a little wink before downing his second or third of the night, perfectly sober as he continues to feed your boyfriend alcohol.

“M’gonna black the fuck out before we even get back from the barrr,” Topper draws out the word as he lifts the tequila shot to his lips, swallowing fast.

“Rafe…” You caution him, but he looks down at you and scoffs, rolling his eyes away.

“Your boy can hang,” Rafe teases, punching Topper playfully, still rough enough to make him stumble back. “Right, buddy?” He asks your shit-faced boyfriend who answers with a hiccup.

“M’sorry, baby,” Topper slurs as he turns into your neck, mumbling against your skin, his hot, thick breath reeking of booze. Tonight was the night the two of you were going to go farther than kissing. Poor Topper. The man is utterly ignorant to the reality of the situation, his best friend and roommate, all but clearing all the bases more times than your guilty conscience would like to admit.

The twinkle in Rafe’s eyes and the satisfied smile on his lips tells you that his plan is falling into place. Topper must have said something. There’s no way Rafe’s gonna let him do more than kiss you unless he ruins you first. To Top, you were his sweet, innocent girlfriend, as pure as the freshly fallen snow, so far from the truth.

Rafe always left you wanting more, pushing it further each time. Last night was the farthest you had ever gone, Rafe getting the both of you off just sliding through your slick folds alone, pressing his fat tip in your drooling hole enough to fill you with his sticky load.

I can't stop thinking about it. The feeling, the pleasure, the way my body pulled him in, and I know he felt the same way. The moan that left his lips was deep, guttural, thirsty for more. His eyes rolled back in his skull, goosebumps flaring across his toned, tanned skin. We both wanted to finish what we started.

The PornHub intro plays softly, barely heard over the whooshing of the ceiling fan and Topper’s obnoxious snoring. Rafe lets out a deep, drawn-out moan, letting his head fall back on the cool brick wall as he continues to stroke his thick dick.

“Fuckkk,” Rafe grunts, his husky voice, and deep moans filling the room, as well as the sounds of his fist slopping wetly through lube as he rubs it out. Rafe’s head rolls to the side, catching you staring, making your head snap to the ceiling. He laughs breathily as you watch him out of the corner of your eye, shaking his head in faux disappointment for you being such a slut for him, as he loves to say. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave those words from him too. Your hand slips down your body, pushing past the elastic band of your silky pajama shorts, trying to mimic how he moves when his hands are on you.

“So…” Rafe breaks the silence, the depth of his voice making you throb, knees drawing in with want. “Top’s gonna finally do it. Huh? Gonna have to share that greedy little hole with him? Maybe you’ll finally be satisfied? Won’t be fingering yourself right next to your boyfriend just dreamin’ about my dick,” Rafe chuckles cruelly. You stop your movements, looking over at him with innocent eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whisper as you slide your panties back in place, feeling the chill of the arousal-soaked lace.

“Your panties are wet. Huh?” He asks. You shake your head ‘no’, your eyes unable to look away as he continues to fist his dick. “Now, princess…” He chides condescendingly. “I’ve had that whore pussy enough to know that isn’t true. Just say the word. I’ll let you choke on my dick just like you like, I’ll play with your pussy like only I can, and then I’ll fuck you in front of your boyfriend; stuff those filthy little panties in your mouth so you won't make a sound.” You breathe deeply, letting out a frustrated breath, making Topper stir on the bed. Rafe releases a teasing gasp. “Uh oh, baby. You better get off that high horse of yours before your saint of a boyfriend wakes up-”

"Shut up, Rafe."

Rafe lifts his hands, surrendering to your wishes. "Whatever you say, angel," he bullies, his thick cock standing straight.

“You’re an asshole-”

“Yeah? No shit.”

“Goodnight.” You close your eyes, accepting defeat almost instantly, opening them once more.

You lick your bottom lip, watching the way the lube sheens his hard skin, imagining him filling you up. Would you be able to take it all? Rafe's large ringed hand wraps around the base, making a show of it. "You know... I saw you pass him those two shots, princess."

"I didn't know he was drunk-"

"Bull... mmpfh," he moans, his ab muscles flexing, his words getting caught on his lips as he rubs his rough palm over his tip. "Bull-fuckin'-shit, princess. Now get over here and suck my fuckin' cock."

You shake your head ‘no’, turning away from Rafe toward your boyfriend, snuggling into the covers, trying to concentrate on Topper's shallow breaths, the delicate features of his sleeping face, and the way that even when he's asleep, he finds a way to be close as the tips of his fingers skim your bare thigh.

"Rafe!" You yelp as you feel your body yanked from the bed; his bare frame presses up against yours. "Stop."

"Do you really want me to stop, princess. I swear to Christ we do this every fuckin' time and every time you're lyin'. You're a bad fuckin' liar. You know that? N'if you think for a second you're not gonna be fakin' every orgasm you have with Thornton, you're deeply, deeply mistaken," he mumbles against your lips as his large fingers press against your cunt, quickly circling your clit like you wish you could. "I want you so bad. Been thinkin' about it since last night. I can't get you out of my head, and I think," he snickers as he lifts his dripping fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. "The feelin' is mutual. So... I'm only gonna ask you this one more time. Are you lyin'?" He asks as he cups his cheeks in your hands, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

"What am I to you?" You ask gently, your voice shaky with need.

"You're somethin' else. You know that?" He laughs.

"What am I to you?" You ask with a little more conviction, Rafe responding with a deep groan and a devilish smile.

"You're a slut. That's all you are to me. My filthy fuckin' slut who lets me use you in front of your boyfriend. My pretty little cock sleeve," he whirrs, brushing his lips against yours as you melt at his words. You loop your fingers around your shorts and panties, pulling them to the floor. "Atta girl." Rafe lifts you into his arms before taking a seat on the bed next to Topper. You look down at your boyfriend and back at Rafe. “His bed or mine, baby,” he sneers as he unfastens the buttons of your shirt, already knowing what you desire. “Tell me.”

“Right here,” you breathe as he pulls your shirt off your body,  flinging it to the side, the two of you watching as it lands on Top. His hands drift up your body, threading into your hair, making you shut your eyes. “Fuck,” you whimper as he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it back, making your back arch before his lips meet your neck, kissing your hot skin. Rafe sinks his teeth into you, making tears prick in your eyes as you try your best to stay quiet. 

“Tough girl,” he murmurs, gliding his tongue along the bite marks. His hands move down your body, tracing the sway of your spine. You bang your fists against his chest, gritting your teeth to hold back your cries as he slaps your ass, your eyes quickly flashing to Topper. 

“Do you wanna get us caught, Rafe? Stop,” you whimper. 

He gives you a challenging smile, doing it again; tears of pleasure and pain slip down your cheeks. “I haven’t decided what I want. Maybe I’ll keep this pretty pussy all for myself. What would he think if he knew what a dirty whore you really are? You got him fooled, princess. Good thing I fuckin’ love it,” he smiles as he snags your wrists off his chest, overpowering you before slamming you against the mattress. Topper’s limp body bounces slightly, blissfully unaware, letting out a yawn.  

“Can’t believe you like this shit,” Rafe teases, catching the high you're getting from it. "Tell me."

"I fucking love it, Rafe," you blurt, "I love it. Please, just don't stop." "Mmm… Mhmm – Where did Top’s perfect little girlfriend go? Huh? I know she's in there somewhere?" He mocks. “Aren’t you gonna tell me to stop?” He mumbles as his hands trace up your inner thigh. “Aren’t you gonna tell me you don’t want this?”

You quickly shake your head ‘no’, pushing your last shred of dignity aside as his lips kiss down your chest, tongue flicking across your nipple as he pinches and twists the other side, making you buck your hips into him for more. 

"Fuck my pussy, Rafe. Please," you pant.

"Begging for my cock… So… Fucking…. Needy…” He digs as he grips your hips, giving you a few experimental thrusts. You look down, watching as his cock rests against your lower stomach, eyes rolling back as you see just how deep he’ll go.  

"You know, angel. My cock's bigger than his…” Rafe smirks as his fingers meet your heat, trailing slowly through your glistening cunt, teasing your entrance. “I’m gonna ruin you for him, baby,” he sighs as he pushes his fingers deep. Rafe’s cock is aching at this point, precum leaking from the tip as he watches you plead for your pleasure underneath him. He can feel how soaked you are when his head meets your warmth, teasing not only you but himself as he presses the tip in.

A deep growl leaves his chest as he thrusts deeply, robbing you of your breath. You clamp your hands over your mouth to cover your cry with one hand, your nails digging into his muscular shoulder blades with the other. "Fuck. You're so tight, y/n," he moans lowly. You can feel him stretching you out as he pounds you into the bed, the mattress responding with creaks and squeaks. Rafe glides his dick in and out, over and over again. Your moaning and panting mixes with his.

Rafe slips his hands under your neck, propping your head up so you can watch. "Fuck, princess. Such a good fucking girl. Look at you taking me so well," he burns, his forehead pressed against yours. You watch his thick cock plunge deep, a familiar heat building inside you. You close your walls around him, squeezing him harder. His lip tucks between his teeth, brows knitting tightly. "This pussy. Fuckkk,” he groans as he grabs your leg, hooking it over his massive shoulder, somehow driving even deeper. His lips crash into yours, messy kisses between gasping breaths. 

"I'm going to cum, Rafe," you weep.

"No, you're not," he scoffs as he swings his hips a little more; body clapping against your clit.

"Rafe, please let me cum," you beg.

"What was that? You're not going to cum. Are you, baby?" He pouts mockingly, punctuating every word with a rough thrust. “Can’t believe you're tappin’ out already?” You slam your eyes shut, trying your best to fight back your climax. Rafe flips you to your stomach, raising you to your knees; you scramble to grab the sheets as he stuffs himself back in, gripping your ass tightly.

He hits a new angle, tip prodding your g-spot; heat rippling across your skin. His hand comes down against your ass again, the cracking of skin blending with the clapping of his thighs against your own. You drop to your elbows, burying your face in Topper’s pillow. Rafe hand comes down, grabbing your hair again, pulling you back, using the other hand to cram your wet panties in your mouth. "Cum.” Your jaw falls slack as Rafe fucks deep, flooding you with his climax, his fingers dig into your ass as you cum on his cock.

Rafe keeps his grip on your hair and ass, pulling you up on your knees and letting your back rest against his chest, the two of you coming down from your highs. His heart bangs against you as he nuzzles into your neck, pressing wet kisses against your dewy skin . You whimper around your panties, turning your cheek into him as he lowers his hand, circling your clit nice and slow. 

“I know your Top’s girl, princess, but this pussy is mine. You understand?”  He asks as he pulls the lace from your mouth.

“I understand.”

[rose-pearls]

Snow on the beach

I was inspired by the song "Snow on the beach" from Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Rey. So hopefully you enjoy this!

Main Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain, @kmc1989 (open)

Camp Half-blood had been buzzing with excitement since the announcement that there would be snow coming towards the camp in the early hours of the morning. A big part of the children had decided to go home but some of you had decided to stay at the camp. Most of you had spent the early part in the evening around the fireplace in the Hermes cabin talking about stories of your childhood. There had been some roasted marshmallow, warm chocolate, and sticky fingers but most of all laughter. It had been the first time you had felt like a real teenager, without the dangers of the outside world looming over you. 

Your plan had been to retire early, hoping to be awake early enough to catch some of the snow falling across camp but it seemed as if Clarisse had another idea as you heard her knock at midnight.

“What are you doing here?”, you can’t help but ask, the Hephaestus cabin had been empty for the most part as all of your half-siblings had decided to go home.

“I wanted to go for a little midnight stroll, what do you think?”, she asks, a soft smile on her lips as she looks at your attire. You had stollen one of her hoodies, and it had been keeping you warm. Her eyes that were roaming over your figure made you blush before you quickly let her in.

“You want to go on a walk in this weather?”, you quickly ask as you try to warm yourself up from the chilly air that had made his way inside the cabin.

“Yes, it will be romantic, no one is going to go out today so it will just be the two of us,” she tells you while coming closer to you and bringing you closer to her by the waist.

“Or we could stay here and keep each other warm under the covers?”, you say, trying to look innocent but judging by the way Clarisse pinches your side you know she understands what you were saying.

“As much as the idea is appealing, and trust me it is, I do want to walk a little bit and then we can get under your covers.”, she says, and it doesn’t take you long to agree as she looks at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, but let me get my coat and scarf,” you tell her, and she waits for you on your bed until you are ready. She quickly takes you hand in hers before dragging you outside, looking excited to be going out in the cold.

Just like she had said there doesn’t seem to be anyone outside as you start to walk towards the lake, some lights are still on, but you can see that they all seem to retire to bed. 

Clarisse’s fingers are still a little bit sticky from the marshmallows she had earlier in the evening, but you don’t mind as you remember her bright smile as she told you a story of her childhood. She would go sledding with her mother, every year before Christmas dinner and opening the gifts, it had been the one thing she always looked forward to. Maybe this is why she wanted to go for a walk, you couldn’t really go sledding but at least you would be outside in the cold. 

As the two of you arrived at the lake you suddenly felt something cold on your cheek, and as you look up you saw white snow starting to fall.

“It’s snowing!”, you hear Clarisse say in glee and you can only laugh in excitement at the sight of it.

It had been a long time since you had felt so young, the snow reminded you of all the early mornings with your mother as the snow was falling down outside. 

Clarisse drags you closer to the lake and you can’t stop looking around in awe, at the sight of the snow while you were at the lake. The both of you start twirling around while yelling for the thousand time that it was snowing.

“You know this feels like a scene from a movie,” she whispers as she once again holds you close in her arms. There is snow falling around you, but you don’t care about it as you look into her soft brown eyes. 

“It does, like a scene from a romcom,” you say, and she shakes her head softly in amusement.

“I love you,” she tells you so quietly you aren’t sure you have heard her, but there is that fierce love in her eyes that tells you everything you need to know, there is also a bit of uncertainty, but you squeeze her waist in reassurance.

“I know I don’t tell you that often, but I do. You are the best thing that happened to me sunshine. I can’t even imagine a life without you in it anymore,” her words make your heart flutter, and you feel the need to protect her from anything and everything. She had swept you off your feet at your first duel, literally and emotionally. Ever since then you had been falling for her even more every day.

“I love you too, so much you don’t have any idea,” you whisper, and she seems emotional at your words.

“I think I do,” there is that knowing smile on her lips, and you can’t help but kiss them, the coldness of the snow combined with the lingering taste of chocolate make you smile into the kiss. 

She holds you impossible close and you can’t stop kissing her, ignoring the snow seeping into your scarf. 

“Common, we should head back before we get sick,” she whispers against your lips and you can’t help but whine at the words, wanting to stay in the moment with her. 

“I wish we could stay here forever but unfortunately we don’t have the equipment for it,” she whispers, and you can’t help but agree as you start to feel cold.

“Fine, but next year I am buying the best winter jacket, and we are staying here together,” you tell her, missing her look of surprise at the mention of still being there together next year.

“Next year?”, she can’t help but ask as you stop in your steps.

“Of course, and every year after that until we need to leave Camp Half-blood and then we can find a fun sledding spot. Unless you want to spend the holidays with your mother, which I completely understand,” you get ready to continue to ramble about the possibilities before you get cut off by a searing kiss. 

“I love you so much,” she says, and you look at her in surprise before a warm smile appears on your lips.

“And I love you,” you tell her before taking her hand in yours and starting the walk back to your cabin while chatting about possible sledding spots. 

[seattlesellie]

anything but me; part 1 ♡

pairings: abby anderson x reader, ellie williams x reader

warnings: smut, angst!, mentions of marijuana, secret relationship

synopsis: you, abby, ellie and friends are in a cabin in the middle of a snowstorm. what could possibly ever go wrong?

The landscape, once familiar and inviting, transforms into a hostile and treacherous terrain.

It’s rapid, forming deep, unyielding drifts. it was a relentless onslaught, a tempestuous manifestation of nature's fury.

A snowstorm.

And then a warm, messy kiss, tongue pressing right on the pulse of your neck.

“We can’t-“ You whispered. Shallow breaths, your heart was racing like a runaway train. Pounding rhythm echoed in your ears, palms grew clammy, and beads of sweat formed on your forehead.

It was snowing outside.

And you felt like the middle of August.

“Why?” the blonde whispered, her minty breath caressing your temple. Her heart was beating just as fast, you could feel it against your chest. Her arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you closer and closer with every kiss. You had to break it off.

“Because-“ you whispered erratically. Fuck. She sucked the skin on your neck, suctioning it in between her plump lips. Your cunt was pulsing, she would have mocked you if she knew. “Already?” she’d say, a soft smile creeping on her face.

“Abby-“ you whimpered, as she brought her large hand to cup your clothed cunt. Did she just read your mind? She parted two of her fingers on the delicate spot, just like she spread you wide before divulging in with her tongue. Puffy pussy lips spread open, her favorite.

There was no time for teasing, or for mocking. She needed to fuck you right now.

“Ca- I cant- I cant” you whispered. You almost screeched when she softly patted your clothed cunt. You were ready for a slap.

“Yeah you can…” She grabbed your hair and pulled. “My best girl” she whispered, a glint of cockiness in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. Her praises always paralyzed you completely, completely fucking your brain’s capacity of understanding the outer world out of you. Her needy, nasty girl.

But you really couldn’t. Not right now.

It almost hurt when you had to peel her off of you, to slap her hand away from where you needed her the most.

She pouted. Abby pouted.

“I’m sorry… I- Ellie wanted to talk, she practically begged me to. I told her id come to her room at 10, It’s 10:05” you apologized, eyebrows furrowing in anguish.

“No- No-“ Abby kissed your cheek, trying to catch her breath.

“Don’t apologize, It’s okay, I promise.” She gave you a look, a look that said, I trust you. And you’re mine. And I know how bad you need me. Chivalry was alive and thriving. Ellie should take a masterclass, taught by Abby Anderson herself.

“I’ll be right here, yeah?” She whispered softly, planting a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. It drove you truly crazy sometimes, how a rough kiss was followed by a delicate one, a slap by a caress. Her good girl, and then her slut, her princess, and then her bitch.

“Mhm” you nodded, doe eyed. She hypnotized you. Dragging your feet, forcing them to walk away from her seemed like the worst thing you could ever imagine doing.

But you weren’t an asshole. You weren’t Ellie.

The cabin stood tall and sturdy, nestled amidst a winter wonderland, with its wooden exterior contrasting against the pristine white surroundings. You were dragging your feet, and god, the stickiness in your panties didn’t help.

You hesitated before reaching for the doorknob. With a creak, the door swung open.

“Hey” the auburn haired girl said dryly, as if she didn’t fidget with her fingernails while drawing aggressively just five minutes ago. She was trying to contain herself. Be normal. Just talk to her.

She was wearing a white tank top. It was snowing outside.

“Youre not… cold?” you asked, without even greeting her. You, the thoughtful person that you are.

“M’fine, I turned on the heater” She sniffed. She wasn’t fine, and the heater was definitely off. Her nose was red, eyes puffy, and god, that room smelled like Ellie. Your Ellie.

Was your Ellie.

Before entering her room, you decided you weren’t going to let her win this. See, Ellie had a habit of… dancing around important subjects. She was a master of distraction, knew exactly what to tell you, where to touch you, how to get you to crumble beneath her. She wasn’t evil, she never did it on purpose. The weight of her inner demons pressing upon her were a suffocating presence. They suffocated her, at first. Then, they creeped up on you too. She would yell, and demand you to stay quiet, to shut up. She would argue, and then ignore you, and then argue some more. She would scream at you to leave, and then beg you to let her in. You couldn’t do it anymore.

Thats why you left.

You didn’t know whether to sit or not, so you balanced your weight between your feet. You scratched your chin with your shoulder. Abby. Her scent lingered upon your skin. The cologne, like a silent caress, delicate pine, left an indelible mark upon your being. Your face flushed. Maybe Ellie’s room really was hot. Maybe she was right to wear that top.

You fixed your hair. Focus.

“What did you wanna talk to me about?” You questioned. Ellie was stood in front of you, avoiding your gaze. If she looked - she didnt know what she’d do.

“I don’t know” She said dryly, voice raspier than usual. It smelled like weed. She must have smoked before you entered.

“You don’t know?” you questioned. You tried to avoid rolling your eyes. It was so typical, so Ellie. Of course she didn’t know, she never fucking does.

“I- Can you sit down? Why are you acting like you don’t know me?” Ellie's voice sliced through the air with a tinge of annoyance, her words dripping with frustration. Every syllable carried a distinct edge, as if each letter resented being uttered.

She signaled you to sit on the bed.

You obliged.

She sat next to you, keeping the distance. Funny, how just a month ago, she would have begged you to sit on her lap. She would have pampered you with kisses. That was then, and this is now.

2 strangers.

You felt a lump forming down your throat. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Ellie stared at the floor. She glanced over to you, and then shifted on the bed. The forrest green duvet emitted a soft rustle, like a gentle sigh escaping its fabric embrace.

She took a deep breath.

Thats what those Youtube videos taught her. “Meditation for beginners” was probably the worst one. “How to deal with anger issues”, yeah, she binge watched 7 of those videos.

“I wanted to ask you…”

You glanced at her. She was biting the inside of her lips, blood was forming. The taste of metal washed over her tongue.

“Fuck-“ She whispered.

“I need you to explain. I need to know why you left.”

your gaze froze, breath catching in your throat. Ellie's question pierced through your defenses, demanding an answer.

“I’m not doing this right now” you said, ready to get up and leave. It’s not like you didn’t expect it, but for some reason, you just couldn’t.

Ellie looked at you with disbelief. As you got up, halfway there, Ellie grabbed your hand forcefully. Before you knew it, you were sat back down on the bed. Your breath hitched. You should have walked away.

“I said I’m not doing this with you.” You made eye contact with her for the first time. Her eyebrows were scrunched, jaw clenched. Your Ellie.

“Are you not even going to apologize? I mean, fuck-“ Ellie's eyes narrowed, frustration burning within her. Her gaze intensified, her pupils dilated.

Apologize?

“Fuck- Apologize?” you laughed in disbelief.

“Holy fucking shit- Wow” you glared at her.

“You are un-fucking believable”

[emmalandry]

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𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟼: 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡

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Coriolanus bending you over his desk, freshly imported, dark and shiny. He’s running his large palms all over your plush ass, gripping and lightly slapping your already bruised flesh.

You can feel his slender fingers running along your wet slit. “No panties? *tsk* naughty girl, you wanted this didn’t you. I could fuck you right in-front of the whole capitol and you’d love it. Wouldn’t you?” He asks harshly slapping your cheeks.

“Yes sir. I’d do anything for you please.” Your voice is meek and whiney. But how could it not be when he’s smacking you around like a little doll. It feels so good and it makes him happy.

He smirks at your words and you feel the head of his cock running along your dripping folds. “Anything yeah?” His voice is hushed like its only meant for you to hear and he sheaths himself inside of you.

You’re mewling as he abuses your cervix with his harsh thrusts. “Stupid stupid slut. Let me do anything i want to you. Always need daddy inside of you, don’t you?” He’s taunting you. You know it. But the way his cock is kissing your spongey walls just right all you can do is wail in pleasure.

His desk is creaking and you can hear footsteps coming down the hall as he pounds into you. When suddenly a *Knock Knock* rings through the office. “President Snow, You’re wanted in the conference room.”

A moan slips through your lips as his assistant speaks through the large door and you feel corio snake his hand up your throat and shove 2 fingers inside your mouth. “Yeah I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Just finishing up some paperwork.” Your pussy is clenching at his voice and you can feel yourself about to snap.

“Okay, We’ll be waiting.” The assistant clacks along the hallway once more and Corio speaks “Fucking Bitch, You could’ve gotten use caught. But that’s what you want isn’t it? Want everyone to see me claiming this little cunt.” He gags you with his fingers before muttering a “Speak.”

His thrusts are getting sloppy, you know he’s about to come and you manage out a “Yes Sir. Want everyone to see me like this for you. Corio let me cum please baby please.” You hear him chuckle from behind you.

“You wanna cum sweet girl? Then cum.” His arm wraps around your front and harshly rubs at your swollen clit and you cum around his cock, It doesn’t take long before he’s filling your womb full of his sticky seed.

“Good girl.” He says caressing your cheek. “Now make yourself look presentable. I have business to take care of.”

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[eddiesghxst]

hellooo! the idea of eddie absolutely hating carnivals has been tossing around in my head for so long so i wrote this :)

this was heavily inspired by Hearts Aglow x Weyes Blood and is definitely not proof read

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: eddie munson x henderson step-sibling!reader

summary: you and Eddie like love each other and Eddie hates carnivals.

contains: gn!reader, secret relationship trope, eddie being down bad, carnival shenanigans, mentions of oral, lots of fluff, and eddie in his lover era <3

word count: 1.6k

-masterlist-

Eddie is pretty. He’s so pretty with pink and blue and yellow hues dancing across his face, carnival lights twinkling in his brown eyes. He’s got sprinkles of glitter in his hair that he will surely be bitching about later on, and his lips are tainted red from a cherry-flavored snow cone.

You want nothing more than to smear your lips across his and taste them for yourself, but you’re stuck admiring from afar, poking your straw at the watered-down strawberry slushie in your cup.

Eddie believes that carnivals are nothing but money-sucking machines. The games are rigged, the rides are without a doubt hazardous, the food is overpriced and shitty, and there are hundreds of sticky, obnoxious kids running around like they have no home training. Eddie hates carnivals with every bone in his body, but he’ll be damned if he misses out on any chance to be around you.

You and Eddie are…well you’re something. You haven’t quite established exactly what your relationship is with Eddie. You hang out a lot, and you go out to watch movies, and you hold hands, and you kiss, and you might’ve sucked him off in the back of his van a few times, but Eddie hasn’t asked you to be anything serious yet. It’s not exactly his fault, he would’ve asked you a long time ago, but you asked him to go slow and ‘let’s just be careful for now. I don’t want Dustin finding out just yet.’

So…you’re not quite dating but you’re not not dating either. You’re feeling it out. You want to be sure about your feelings with Eddie and you want him to be sure about his feelings with you; because once Dustin finds out there is no going back. And you’d hate to be the reason why your (step) brother loses such a dear friend.

Eddie agreed to go slow and he agreed to keep it between just the two of you for now, but jesus christ, he can’t stand not being able to touch you and hold you and openly admire you in the ways he wants to.

He misses you and you’re less than thirty feet away. 

There’s a small stuffed animal in Eddie's hands when he walks up and sits next to you on the bench. It’s a miniature pink dolphin, the best he could get with a lousy shot. 

You glance at him and smile, “Hi, stranger.” Eddie smiles back and passes the dolphin to you, you trade him for your slushie and snicker. “I thought you’d pick the shark.” 

Eddie shakes his head, and peers down at the drink in his hand as he swishes it around. “It’s not for me.” He takes a sip of your drink and you watch as he smacks his lips together, letting the taste of the sugary treat settle in. “This tastes like shit.”

You snort, bumping your knee against his, nearly breathless at the sight of Eddie’s smile. “Because it’s watered down, genius.” Despite his previous display of distaste, Eddie takes another sip of your drink and you smile as you watch. Your fingertips dig into the plush toy; you want so badly to run your fingers through his hair, push his bangs back and kiss the arch of his eyebrow.

You push your knee against his once more and he looks over at you. “Thank you for my gift.” It’s almost pathetic, how giddy you get when Eddie dotes on you. He once drew a sun on your hand and you could barely tear your gaze away from it for the rest of the day. It nearly ripped you apart when the ink rubbed off in the shower.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I would've gotten you one of those huge stuffed animals, but those games are shitty pieces of money laundering thieves.”

You laugh as Eddie kicks at a rock beside his foot, mumbling a few curses under his breath. Just as Eddie begins to add to his rant, a couple walks past you, an oversized bunny draped across one of their shoulders. You and Eddie watch as they stroll by, and you fail to hold back a laugh. “Are the games rigged or do you just have poor aim?” You tease, to which Eddie snickers and responds, “I’m sure you know enough about my aim.”

The back of your hand meets Eddie’s shoulder in a warning slap and he giggles like a teenage boy. 

You fall silent for a moment and Eddie melts into the feeling of your leg pressed against his. “Why don’t we go get something to eat? I know a place with better drinks than…whatever this is.” Eddie grimaces down at the drink and you roll your eyes. “We can’t just leave—” “Why not? Harrington and Buckley are here.” 

You glance at him, and you can’t bear to watch the way his shoulders sink with the reminder of your reality. “Right, forgot about that for a second.” He sighs. You press your lips together before taking in a breath, turning to him, “Yeah, but you also haven’t taken me on the Ferris Wheel yet.”

Eddie gazes at you for a moment before turning to look at the large spinning wheel. He turns back to you and lifts a brow, “You expect me to get on that thing?” And you’re rolling your eyes and ushering Eddie to stand up and follow you before your friends can notice your disappearance. He complains but follows anyway, “You know they built this shit overnight right? Does that sound remotely safe to you?” 

You let out a breathy laugh with a shake of your head, “Eddie, you smoke two packs a day and drink Jolt Cola like your life depends on it. That shit’ll kill you quicker than this ten-minute ride on a wobbly Ferris Wheel.” And well, Eddie can’t argue with you on that, so he sucks it up and follows you onto the ride.

Once you're on the ride, your body is pressed against Eddie’s as it begins, slowly and slowly inching you up to the top. You’re busy watching the scenery but Eddie, for the most part, is busy watching you. When you glance over at him, you become shy of his gaze and smile, pointing over his shoulder so he can turn to see the sunset. Eddie watches in silence for a moment before he speaks, “This might be the first time the sight of Hawkins doesn’t make me wanna gag…”

Eddie turns to you and winks, nudging you as he speaks “But I think that’s just because you’re here.”

You gaze at him for a minute before tilting your head, “Eddie Munson, are you flirting with me?”

Eddie hums, raising his shoulder to dramatically shy away from you as he twirls a piece of his hair with his free hand. “I’m not that obvious, am I?” His eyes shine with adoration and mischief.

You hum, tilting your head back and forth in faux thought, “Obvious? No. Cheesy? A million times yes.” “Come on that was good. You’ve gotta admit that was good.” Eddie scoffs when you shake your head no before replying, “It’ll just inflate that big head of yours.” And Eddie’s lightly pressing the entirety of his large hand against your face, playfully pushing you away as you giggle. 

You grasp his wrist to pull it away and Eddie thinks you’ll drop his hand, but he’s gladly mistaken when you lace your fingers with his. Your heart skips a beat at the familiar feeling of his rough, calloused fingertips pressed against the back of your hand. Whenever he’s spent long hours shredding his guitar, Eddie makes a show of holding his fingers up in front of you and wiggling them until you gently grasp his wrist and press careful kisses to each of his sore fingertips.

Eddie’s voice is gentle and steady when he speaks, “What happened to being careful?” Your eyes meet his and for a moment, you don’t even remember that you’re on a spinning wheel, you only know you’re here with Eddie. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.” You admit. 

His eyes are soft and silky pools of brown as they dart all over your face, searching for any sign of hesitation. “What about your brother? Our friends—” “Nothing matters when you’re 50 feet above Hawkins, Indiana.”

It’s your last trip around the Ferris Wheel before the ride ends, and Eddie refuses to wait in the line again and you’re looking at him like he’s a sky full of stars, so of course he kisses you. It’s slow and gentle and he wants to keep kissing you until his lungs shrivel up inside of him from lack of air. His hand cradles your jaw and he smoothes a thumb over your cheek when he pulls away.

The ride is almost over and you’re sad to have to return to your friends and be pulled away from Eddie. “Will you come over tonight?” You ask before the ride ends. Eddie had been waiting for you to ask, he’s been thinking about it all night. He tries not to sound too excited, but he’s got a shit-eating grin plastered on his face when you look at him, “Leave the window open?” “Bring some smoke and I'll think about letting you stay the night.” You tease, giggling when Eddie feigns offense.

As you step off the ride, you already want nothing more than the night to end, already missing the warmth of Eddie’s touch. But when you rejoin your friends and glance towards Eddie, he winks at you and you’re positive that you will sneak in at least two more secret rides before the end of the night.

[gaybellethorn]

i started listening to the first shannon hale eah book on my walk earlier and it's so good. hale you mad bitch <3!!!!!!!

raven being a swiftie (taylor quick........obsessed) and apple being a directioner ("you don't know youre charming" in universe pointing to the real life charming family. CRAZY.)

apple keeping a basket of candy and coins at her bedroom balcony to throw down to her adoring masses PLEASEEEEE . all her kingdom management classes amassing to this she's so FUNNY.

relatedly, how frustrated she gets at the end of her first chapter that people are only gonna grade her on being a good snow white based on how pretty she is and not on how hard she's studying to be a good ruler. very very juicy very interesting characterisation very interesting take for a snow white character. but also. the chapter starts with her naming the dwarves by derogatory nicknames ("my name is frank," pouty said poutily) and the narrative itself superimposing her names onto them in the dialogue tags. SO FUCKING GOOD. APPLE YOU SILLY BITCH.

hale's distate for apple's dad bleeding into the description i looooove it. "keeping a hand on the hilt of his blade as if ready for battle at a moment's notice, but of course he had never been in battle. his only claim to fame was falling in love with a comatose woman in a glass coffin in the woods" damn hit him again for me!!!!!

BUT this coming from apple's pov???? EXQUISITE!!!!!! god that's so fucking INTERESTING and really doubles down on her looking up to her mam and wanting to be the best ruler she can be, because no one's gonna help her out later! i haven't gotten to apple interacting with daring yet, but that's gonna be such an interesting lens to read their relationship through as well if she considers his role in the story like. repulsive!

also just an interesting contrast to raven's relationship with her parents, where she loves her dad and wishes her mam wouldn't belittle him in their convo. oh sidebar there was a description like, raven's mam did love her, in her own way. hope was like a sticky syrup and raven wished she could drink it down just one more time. auggghhh ravennnn :( <33333

back to apple, i liked the little detail about snow having this squeaky high pitched voice, and apple musing that being stranded in the woods with the squirrels may have done a number on her. i think she gives a length of time there, either weeks or months? i hadn't considered that being part of the snow white legacy, that's interesting ! especially after thinkng of her dad as a useless bum ass nobody like 😭

looooove getting raven's introspection around her mam. the mirror scene at the start is so so good. ugh then when she's talking to apple and she notices how slouchy and unkempt she is next to her. and she tries standing properly but she knows she comes off as too tall, too gaunt comparatively. and then she reprimands herself like 'stop comparing yourself to her, that's probably how mom turned out the way she did' AUGH ? that being the first indicator that raven can understand how that path unfurls in front of her, how she could easily take those same steps. sooo juicy

also looove her relationship with baba yaga so far. it's really interesting that baba yaga is compared/contrasted to raven's mam, i wanna keep an eye on how that relationship develops

baba yaga using an actual spray bottle on raven when she starts voicing rebel thoughts PLEASE‼️ raven grumpily looking into the princess' advisor office (run by the white queen! cute detail) where theyre given tea and plush chairs and noticing that there isn't a spray bottle in sight. MWAH.

oh ! and the detail about it being maddie who asks raven point blank "if you weren't destined to be the evil queen, you would...?" as part of this wonderland word game that she doesn't think anything more of, but raven is left speechless because she's never been allowed to consider it before. really sweet moment between them! :)

im like an hour into this 6.5hr audiobook. the voice actor is doing a wonderful job, i really like her voices for raven and apple in particular so far. i definitely wanna keep going on it! i will listen to it on walks i think :^)

[boycarpetkitty]

Happy 😃 hoe 🤣 hoe 😋 HOElidays 🎄all you santa 🎅 SLUTS 😫🍆💦 today is ❌❌❌mas 👀👉👌 and Santa 🎅 baby 👶🏼 is CUMMING 🍆💦💦💦😍 to town 🏙 all you naughty 👿 naughty 😈 girls 👧🏿👧🏻👧🏾👧🏼 boys 👦🏿👦🏼👦🏻👦🏽 and non-binary toys 🧒🏻🧒🏽🧒🏿🧒🏼💋😦😧😲😩😃 daddy claus can trim ✂️ MY Christmas tree 🎄 and fill up ⬆️ my stocking 🧦 if you know what I mean 👀💄👄👅 oh santa pally 🎅 I’ll be your nut 🌰 cracker ⚡️ if you nut 🥜 on my chest 🤽🏽‍♂️🤽🏻‍♂️ near an open fire 🔥 send this to 1️⃣0️⃣ of your sexiest 👄👅😂😂😂CHRISTMAS elves 🧝‍♀️ 😈🙌🏻 if you get 0️⃣ back 🥺🤭 you’re a vanilla 🍦 bitch 🤣🤣🤣 who will be having a silent 🤫 night 🌌 and won’t 🚫 be playing 🤹🏻‍♀️ in the white ⚪️ sticky 🍯 snow ❄️ ���️ this year 🤭😭😭😭🤷🏻‍♀️ if you get 3️⃣ back 😕😛 you’ll get FIVE 🖐 golden COCK rings 💍 😁😁😁 but no one to use them on 🧐😛😔😔😔 if you get 5️⃣ back 😲😲 your jingle bells 🔔 jingle bells 🔔 jingle bells 🔔 will ROCK tonight 🥵😳😫 if you get 7️⃣ back 😎🤩🥳 you’ll be getting COAL-vid 19 this year 😔😔 sorry 😢 we can’t all 🥶😱 be winners 🏆 🚫 if you get 🔟 back 😁😁🤪😈🙀 well 👀 you didn’t hear it 👂 from me 👀 but you’ll have to invest 💰 in some extra WRAPPING paper 🍆 because you’ll be having a HOLEy 🕳 jolly Christmas 🎄 this year 😗😘🥰😍😋😜🤪 you and Daddy Santa 🎅 will be joining the mile high club ✈️ on his sleigh 🛷 this year 😉😏 maybe Mrs. Claus 🤶 will join 🚺💯 too 🥰 okay you sexy 😇 sexy 😈 elves 🧝 🧝‍♀️ it’s time ⏰ for me to go ➡️ run over 🏃‍♂️ grandma 👵 with a reindeer 🦌 have fun 🤩 getting that hot 🥵 hot 🔥 chocolate 🍫 🎅🏿

[bingbongsupremacy]

Snow Storm

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

Warnings: I didn't know how to end so yeah.

Summary: You and Ellie have hated each other for years. Will one snowy night change that?

* Not Proof Read * TLOU Masterlist

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" Are you kidding me, Dina? " I huff in annoyance. " We fucking hate each other. You couldn't have asked literally anyone else? "

Dina rolls her eyes. " It's not my fault your fucking brother got me sick. And I tried. Big surprise, no one wants to patrol on Christmas. "

I let out a sigh. " Fine, whatever. Just...get better. I'll see you later. " Muddy snow crunches under my boots as I make my way through the streets of Jackson. Not many people are out today, most deciding to stay home with their families. As I near the stables, I see her.

" Well well, look who decided to be on time today. " Ellie smirks while adjusting her pack onto Shimmer.

" Oh fuck you. It was one time and I was like five minutes late. " I shove my pack onto my horse, Posey, and jump up.

" Somebody's still a bitch. " Ellie mutters.

" You're one to talk. You literally always start it. " I direct Posey towards the gates.

Ellie scoffs. " Sure. "

" Let's just not talk, alright? Neither of us wants to be here. The faster we get this shit done, the faster we can both go home. "

" Deal. "

*****

" For the last time, Y/N, we can't make it back to Jackson in this weather. We have to wait it out! " Ellie shouts over the raging snow storm. " You know what, if you want to go, go! I'm not fucking dying because you're too impatient to wait this out. " Ellie turns her horse towards the nearest building.

I guess she's right. I mean, the storm doesn't look like it's going to die down anytime soon and I have no fucking idea where I am. We have to be at least an hour or two away from Jackson. There's no way I'd make it back. I can barely see my hands.

With an annoyed groan, I turn my horse towards the direction Ellie went. I jump down and ignore Ellie's smirk.

" I see someone came to their senses. "

I don't bother responding, instead yanking down the garage door. I turn on my flash light and slowly walk into the dark house. " You get left. " I whisper to Ellie, who nods.

Once we finish searching the house, we end up finding ourselves both in the living room.

" I'll see if I can get a fire started. " Ellie begins throwing random things into the fireplace and attempting to light a fire. A small orange flame forms, quickly engulfing everything in the chimney. A warm light is cast through the room, making it feel less intimidating.

A sharp pain startles me. I let out a gasp and reach towards my side. A wet, sticky liquid coats my cold hand. " Shit. "

Ellie's head snaps towards me. " You-Fuck what the hell happened? " She stands up from her crouching position and walks towards me.

" It's not that bad. I must've got it when we were running from the infected. I didn't even notice. " I hiss slightly while gently lifting up the corner of my now blood covered shirt. " Maybe a little more than a scratch. " My eyes widen at the jagged cut. I start to feel a little bit woozy at the sight of the crimson liquid. Shit, I'm fine with blood as long as it isn't mine. I wobble slightly from the image.

Ellie rushes towards me, grabbing onto my waist. " Fuck, be careful. " She slowly leads me towards an old couch near the fire.

The feel of her rough hands sends butterflies tumbling through my stomach. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find her attractive.

The feeling of disappointment settles on me as soon as she lets go.

Ellie wouldn't like me back. We fucking hate each other.

Right?

Then why is she helping me?

Ellie digs through her pack for a small box. She pulls out a small bottle of alcohol, a needle, and some thread. " Not gonna lie, this is going to hurt like hell. "

I nod. " Just hurry. "

I clench my teeth as her cold hands touch my bare skin. She pours a little bit of the alcohol on my cut. " Mother fucker. " I hiss while shoving my nails into my fists.

Ellie quickly begins sewing up the cut. Her face is full of concentration.

When Ellie finishes, I let out a sigh and drop my head against the couch.

" I'd definitely get that checked out when we get back, but it'll do for now. "

I send her a tired smile. " Thanks. "

She nods and packs away the kit.

We sit in a heavy silence for what seems like hours until Ellie finally breaks it.

" Why do we do this? "

I turn my head over to her. " Because people will die if we don't patrol? " I ask in confusion.

Ellie shakes her head. Strands of her hair falls into her face, casting a slight shadow on her rosy cheeks. " No, not that. This. " She gestures at us. " Why are we such assholes to each other? "

I take a moment to think. Honestly...I'm not sure. " It's because...I think...I don't know. " I shrug. " I just remember us not liking each other since the day you showed up in Jackson. That was so long ago...I can't even remember. "

Ellie lets out a slight chuckle. " I don't remember either. God we're fucking idiots. "

I roll my eyes with a grin. " Yeah we are. "

" Why don't we...start over? " Ellie suggests. " Minus the enemy parts. "

I nod. " Let's do that. "

Ellie holds out her hand with a grin. " I'm Ellie. Nice to meet you. "

My hand encloses hers. " I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you too. "

Hopefully this time will be better.

[yenqa]

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU — TEASER

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in which...

you hate heeseung. you hate his snobby little voice, his stupid little glasses that are too big for him, his nosiness, and his ability to prove anything or anyone wrong easily. you hate hate hate the way you try to avoid him, but somehow he’s always around, and he can’t see how much you hate him. you swear nothing could make you like him, but after you get caught in a sticky situation with him playing your knight in shining armor, you realize that maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

pairing — heeseung x fem!reader

genre — one sided enemies to lovers, highschool au, he falls first she falls harder, oblivious x obvious, tutor x tutoree (kind of), childhood friends (ish because the whole one sided enemies thing) to lovers, long fic

wordcount — teaser is 1005! fic est. 9k-13k words (hopefully not too ambitious)

warnings — profanity, kissing (no suggestive stuff or nsfw), miscommunication, parties/underage drinking, name calling (bitch, whore, stuff like that), food

featuring — lia of itzy, miyeon of g-idle, hyung line of enhypen (sorry maknaes too many people), ocs : sooyun + teachers

disclaimer — i am not saying this is an accurate representation of these idols or trying to sexualize them at all. this just something i do for fun.

release date — hopefully by mid march?

taglist — open! send an ask or comment to be added!

yenqa — watched the movie on the plane and i was kind of obsessed… but this does not follow the movie plot, i just thought the title fit

YOU WATCH AS THE SNOW FALLS SLOWLY TO THE GROUND

A blanket of white has got you and the guests at your house locked in for the night. You weren’t very happy with these strangers staying at your house for the night—In fact, you had just been completely shut down by your dad when you asked him to kick them out. It was obvious why he did that, but this definitely had to be your least favorite christmas out of the eight you had been through.

You snap out of your thoughts, continuing to eat whatever you had left on your plate, hesitating when you saw the amount of vegetables still left.

“Mom! I’m full.” You try to hide your plate from her, showing her instead a pout with a hand on your stomach. 

It didn’t work—obviously, so you were stuck at the table, a frown on your face as you forced in the greens. Across from you, a boy your age, who didn’t seem to mind, he almost looked like he was enjoying it.

That’s impossible though, no one likes vegetables. Maybe he was doing it so Santa would get him an extra special gift?

You grumble when he finishes his place, showcasing his plate that had been licked clean to his mom. He stared at you for a second looking down at your—full plate then looking back at his mom, she said “Great job Heeseung!”. He returns his plate to the table with a smile. 

Stabbing your fork back into your food, you stuff it into your face, hoping that you would enjoy it as much as Heeseung did. Again, it didn’t work, and the bitter taste returned to your mouth.

After what felt like hours of groaning and complaining, you had taken the last bite of your food, a proud smirk on your face when you made eye contact with the boy from earlier, who only smiled at you in return. 

Throwing away your plastic plate, you realized that now it was present time, and Santa just had to reward you for your good deeds.

Rushing over to the tree, you spot everyone gathered around the area, opening their presents. You run to your present, recognizing the wrapping paper from last year. Looking at your mom for approval, she nods and you tear apart the paper, lifting up the box inside.

You squeal when you see the picture, you had been begging your mom for weeks for a Lego set, specifically if it was minecraft themed. And Santa had gotten you just that. You hug the box, squeezing it. You exclaim a loud “Thank you Santa!” before running up to your room to assemble the build.

Reading the directions, you start the house, quickly getting confused on how it isn’t looking like how it does in the picture. 

“I think that’s the wrong piece.” A voice says, you whip your head around to see the same boy who sat across from you.

“Who are you?” Your eyebrows furrow at the sight, confused on why those were the first words he said instead of “Hi!” or something.

“My name’s Heeseung—Um, my mom told me to come upstairs and said we should be friends. Do you want to be friends?” 

You huff, “I’m Y/n. Also no, I don’t want to be friends, you’re mean.” You force your legos together, frustrated already with the pieces. You continue to reread the directions, pushing—what you think are—the exact legos to the board. But it doesn’t seem like it’ll fit. Maybe if you push it harder?

“Oh—okay.” You jump slightly, too focused to realize how he's been watching you for the past few minutes. “Do you need some help?”

Yes, you need help. But did you want to accept his help?  . This was your christmas gift from Santa, you shouldn’t have to share.

Glancing at the picture then to the building that had looked like an abstract rendition of it, you let out a sigh. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt, right? “Yeah, I guess.”

He takes a seat on the carpet next to you, focusing hard on the directions before breaking off the wrong pieces, reassembling it so you’ll be on the right track.

“Does this go here, do you think?” “No, it goes here.”  That was a summary of what the conversation was between you, and somehow you were always the one asking the question. Sighing, you lean back, taking a short stretch break before starting again.

You’re shocked at his speed and efficiency, it almost seems like he’s always a step ahead of you. Geez does this guy ever slow down? 

The roles are quickly switched as you are sitting watching him instead. Rummaging through each box only for his eyes to lighten up one he finds the right one. You watch him for a while, getting a break that you very much needed.

You hope that he waits for you to finish it, or that he doesn’t completely do it all by himself because again,  it’s your Christmas gift, and he wouldn’t do that, right?

Not right, because apparently he’s a machine—he finishes the build. He stands up, pushes his stupid glasses up also and smiles at you, heading to the door. You think he’s going to say something else like “Sorry for taking away your present!” instead, he thanks you for sharing and happily skipping away. 

Heeseung. Even his name infuriates you. He was very unpredictable and you hated that. Why did he just do that? He’s so rude. People don’t make sense—especially boys, they have cooties.

Your head was filled with calling him the rudest things you could think of—You even said a few curse words.

Though later you realized that you probably would never see him again, you were ecstatic, so ecstatic you had disassembled your legos just to rebuild it, to completely forget about your bad experience with the boy. 

Only two weeks later were you disappointed to see that same boy, sitting across from you during dinner once again.

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[cherrieguroo]

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[slashhinginghasher]

Midnight Star - Chapter 11: Interlude - Blood and Honey

Fun with rats and infidelity.

[Masterlist] [Ao3]

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The House Master’s wife is a good wife.

The Mistress, as the girls call her, lords over the kitchens and the housekeeping with an iron fist. She does not tolerate a single stain or speck of dust or overcooked dish.

A good wife knows how to run a tidy household.

The Mistress does not scold or nag. She does not turn up her nose at the uncouth Guests who tramp through the House or complain about the loud noises that echo through the night.

A good wife does not interfere with her husband’s business.

The Mistress does not strike the working girls across the face. Her discipline does not leave scabs or bruises.

A good wife takes care of her husband’s property.

The Mistress knows that her husband takes favorites. She knows he lies with the girls under his roof, and does not say a word.

A good wife knows a man can only be expected to resist so much temptation.

When the Mistress finds her husband with the wild girl from the forest in their marriage bed, she does not direct her anger at him. When her fingers pull savagely at dark hair, when her nails break skin, it is not his.

A good wife does not raise a hand to her husband.

When the Mistress beats the wild girl insensate, the House Master does not try to stop her.

A good wife can be forgiven her trespasses, just the once.

***

The Mistress is a heartless fucking bitch.

She knows full well that her husband has had his way with nearly every girl in the House of Roses. To the stranger’s eye, she is unbothered by her husband’s straying. There are no shrieks of betrayal or poisonous glares, no slaps from raised hands or wooden spoons. But the Flowers know her weapons are the pain of an empty belly, of overworked muscles and too little sleep until the rooms begin to sway and blur at the edges. So long as the House Master keeps his dalliances away from the Mistress’s chambers and allows her her petty vengeances, she is content to play the role of gracious Wife.

***

The girl is seventeen, or maybe eighteen, and she does not know where she is. She was in the House Master’s bed, and now she is somewhere cold and dark and alone.

The girl did not want to end up in the House Master’s bed. The House Master had called her into the study - the one where she learned her letters and how to use her mouth, where she and Hana would sit like good pets and entertain him with her clumsy attempts at conversation - and given her a glass of wine.

She has not had wine before, only sips of vodka stolen from the kitchens with the other girls. She did not know wine is not supposed to taste chalky.

The drugs did not send her fully to sleep. Just made her loose and pliant, any thoughts of resistance becoming confused and losing their way before they could leave her throat or reach her hands. She still feels everything the House Master does to her when he takes her to bed like a wife, hears him whisper in her ear even though the words slide together like melting snow.

The Mistress screams in rage when she finds them. She drags the girl to the floor by the hair and the House Master only laughs as his wife spits curses and bloodies the girl’s nose with her fist.

Now she is alone in an airless dark that smells of damp and shifting things, and her face is stinging and sticky. She licks her lips with her swollen tongue.

Honey, she remembers. The Mistress smeared her face with honey after she beat her. Blood mixes with it now, metallic saltiness that curdles the sweetness of the sugar.

The lean cellar rat does not seem to care as it takes another bite out of the girl’s cheek.

[heeracha]

hi!! ( ◠‿◠ ) how r u? you told me to tell you about the book fangirl and i finally finished it today so i decided to send in an ask (im currently too shy tho) and i'll keep it brief hehe so it wouldnt be too long to read

i'd rate it a 3.5/5. perhaps rowell's writing style isn't my type im srry huhu 🙏 i wouldn't reread but i was def invested!! it took me after 10 chapters to become hooked but what i really love were the characters (i am attached) and their relationships towards each other. otherwise, i wasn't a fan of the plot as much. i did once laugh but there are other books that i liked more (i will be rereading my fave one later for the 3rd time 🤍)

i have more to say but perhaps i'll do so once you've read fangirl as well hehe i wouldnt want to spoil. also!! i'm curious on your thoughts about rainbow rowell since you've read her books and i'd like to hear your perspective. anw pls have a nice day ◜◡◝ 〜!

p.s. your jay fic was so good i was inspired to use page markers (kinda scared to annotate but will try soon) for my fave lines HHH

hi honey,, im so sorry for the late reply JHSBHDFVAH

no omg dont say sorry ??? we have our own preferences !! but tbh i did hear some back then when rr books were like coming out (like 2015 ?) they did say fangirl is kinda boring :( funny shit is, i never read fangirl but i did read carry on (the book where simon snow was from also made by rr !!) i remembered i was so fucking hooked with it LMAOOO (but oooh whats the fave book?)

okok !! i might take a while though bcs i still have stuff to read lmaoooo + college is starting to be a bitch again lmaoOOO but omg if u have any book recs send them in <3

OH OHOH JFSBDFJHKSD THANK YOU :( pls omg if it's okay with you, do try to annotate !! it keeps you reading more and will have a deeper connection with the book <3 (or if not, just get those transparent sticky notes + long sticky tabs, serve as a highlight !! <3)

[bluestar22x]

Real Love

The Writing Contest - Chapter 11: Real Love

Summary: Nora and Javi return to her hometown for a holiday stay

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Female!OC (Nora Delaine)

Rating: 18+ Series

Word Count: 3,220(ish)

Warnings: Hallmark levels of fluff, a silly innuendo involving a snowman, brief mentions of grief and depression, ridiculously dreamy smut

Author’s Note: Bit late to getting around to this, but real life gave me a chance to finish this chapter today and I took it.

xxx

As if on cue, snowflakes began to fall as you drove past Garrison's welcome sign, heavy enough that you had to turn on the windshield wipers of the rental car you were currently driving.

Javi was beside you in the passenger seat, looking as excited as a little boy on Christmas morning expecting a puppy from Santa.

"You've never seen snow before?" you asked incredulously, glancing over at him. He was too busy staring out the window to meet your gaze.

"Never," he confirmed. "Not in person. I always lived on Mallorca, it never snowed there. And my parents were not fans of the cold. When they vacationed it was always somewhere warm."

You were a little sad that he'd never experienced snow during his youth. That was when it was most fun. When you didn't have to shovel it or drive in it and you weren't bothered by the cold while you built forts and snowmen. You and your brother had spent countless hours playing in the snow growing up. Sometimes you'd spent entire days with him outside messing around in it. You'd come indoors at nightfall, fingers and toes completely and utterly numb, noses bright red, and cheeks raw, but it had always been worth it, especially when there was hot chocolate waiting for you both.

"Well, then, I'll have to give you the full experience," you decided. "Starting with building a snowman after lunch."

"Really?" Javi lit up even more. "You don't want to visit your parents before it gets dark?"

"We'll see them tomorrow and Christmas Day," you pointed out. "And I'd like to have some fun together after spending all morning flying and driving. I still have to get my Christmas tree up at the rent too."

"Sounds wonderful!"

You smiled warmly at Javi. You loved how enthusiastic he was about Christmas, about spending it with you and sharing traditions that were and weren't familiar to each other. He'd grown up in a Catholic family like you had, but how Spain celebrated the holiday wasn't quite the same as it was in the United States.

As much as you loved living in LA, you were also excited to be back in your hometown for the holiday. The Christmas season just wasn't quite the same without a little snow, and you were looking forward to getting cozy in your condo.

You were going to miss your rabbits, who you'd left in the hands of one of Javi's most trusted employees to avoid stressing them out with another long trip, but you'd only be gone until the New Year.

After pulling into your condo's driveway you and Javi quickly retrieved your suitcases in the trunk and entered. Turning on the kitchen light you expected the place to be more than a little dusty, but you couldn't see it collected anywhere. Everything looked like it had been wiped down within the last week, and your six foot artificial Christmas tree had already been dragged up from the basement to sit in front of the living room's bay window.

You noticed a pink sticky note with writing on it and peeled it off the kitchen table.

Surprise! Cleaned things up for you. No need to thank me. Consider this your Christmas gift (one anyway). You'd better visit before you leave! Don't be a bitch. - Sierra

You grinned. You really couldn't have a better friend.

"Should we unpack before we eat?" Javi inquired as he kicked off his boots by the door.

You shook your head. "It's late enough. I'm starved. Let's pull the suitcases in the bedroom and leave them for tonight when we change for bed."

"Did you have something in mind to eat?" he asked.

"Well, mom stocked the fridge yesterday, but I don't feel like cooking right now," you said, pursing your lips. "Why don't we order out? There's a local pizza place in town that delivers, if you feel like it."

Javi nodded enthusiastically. "I would never refuse pizza."

x

After eating your fill of pizza the great outdoors, aka your backyard, called to you to burn off the excessive calories while embracing your old childhood tradition of building a snowman.

It was almost like it was meant to be, the snow just sticky enough for forming the three giant snowballs that would make up its body without being overly wet to soak through your winter coat and pants.

The process made you warm, made you forget the biting cold, alongside Javi's cheerful energy and excess of questions.

"Is this big enough for the head?" He gestured at the snowball before him. It was three times the size of his own head and almost too big to fit on top of the snowman's middle ball.

You chuckled. "Any bigger we'll need a crane to lift it onto the rest of him."

He laughed too and scooped it up into his arms to roll it carefully onto the snowman's other two stacked body parts. You helped him secure it in place by adding snow around the base where the two balls met.

He turned back to you expectantly after the task was done. "What's next?"

You rubbed your gloved hands together and opened the cardboard box you'd fetched from the basement and filled with supplies before leaving the house. "Now we give him some personality and dress him up."

Javi gave him his black button eyes and you gave him a carrot nose. You both added branches to him to form his arms and smiling mouth. More buttons were added to his mid section and you threw an old, worn navy blue scarf around his neck, one that looked a lot like the one Javi was wearing, by coincidence.

It hadn't taken you more than five minutes to dress him up, but you still thought the snowman was one of the better ones you'd ever helped create.

"Did we do good?" Javi questioned as he stepped back to examine it with you.

"I think so," you replied with a nod, reaching out to adjust the scarf, trying to hold back tears as they blinded you, tears caused by a sudden burst of emotion in your chest you'd had after looking at it around the snowman's neck.

Javi noticed, of course, and gently clasp his hand around your elbow.

"Cariño, what's wrong?" He sounded deeply concerned, which only caused you to grow more emotional and lose your breath.

"Nothing," you answered with a hitch. "I just...this is Kip's old scarf. He used to hate wearing scarves as a kid so he used it on the snowmen we made every winter. Told mom the snowman needed it more than him so she wouldn't make him take it back and wear it."

You sucked in a deep breath; the cold air stung your lungs. "I didn't expect to get so emotional over a damn scarf. I wasn't when I grabbed it from the closet. But last time I saw it on a snowman was three years ago. Kip had been on leave from the army for Christmas. We hadn't made a snowman for ages, convinced we outgrew it after we graduated high school. I had to plead with him to do it. I wanted to cheer him up. I could tell the work he did overseas was haunting him even though he was safe at home, and I had hoped that revisiting a simple childhood joy would do it."

"Did it?" Javi asked quietly.

"It did, I think," you said, a wisp of a smile on your face. "He was chatting with me like old times, teasing me. Even did his old joke of adding an extra carrot to the snowman."

Javi gave you a confused look and you choked on a laugh. Without a word of explanation, you dug into the box for a second carrot and pushed it into the top of the snowman's third ball and backed away.

He bellowed at the sight of the carrot sticking out proudly at you both. "Oh, of course!"

You giggled a little. "Never got old. Especially after the one year he did this to a snowman in the front yard for all the neighborhood to see. The elderly neighbor across the street from our house was a devout Catholic, like super devout. She should've been a nun, I'm telling you. So of course, naturally, she came over and knocked on the front door no more than an hour later to complain about the extra carrot being "indecent". Mom made Kip remove the carrot, but she was laughing too, as soon as the old lady left back for her house."

Javi smiled. "Was your brother always so mischievous?"

You nodded. "He never got into serious trouble, but he liked messing with people. Before anyways..."

Javi touched your elbow again and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Would you rather remove the scarf?"

You shook your head and wiped your tears away with the back of your gloved hand. "No, the snowman needs it to keep warm. The extra carrot is staying too."

He nodded in agreement. "There was no question of that."

His attempt at a serious expression made you laugh again.

"Come on, let's go inside and warm up."

Javi pouted. "There's not more to do?"

"I'm starting to go numb," you said, turning away from him. "We can continue to play in the snow tomorrow."

You felt a small, palm sized snowball hit the back of your shoulder and you faced him again, throwing him a look of mock outrage in the process.

"Did you just throw a snowball at me?"

Javi glanced around before pointing at himself innocently. "Who me?"

"Javi!"

"I have wanted to do that for a long time," he admitted. "Looked fun in the movies."

You put your hands on your hips. "Oh yeah?"

"Si."

"Was that fun?"

"A little."

"You want the full experience?"

He nodded.

You squatted to scoop up a good sized chunk of snow and form it into a mostly round ball. "Then let's go!"

Beaming, you threw the snowball as hard as you could at him. It landed against the center of his chest with a solid splat. "It's on now!"

"Yes, it is!" he exclaimed in agreement, bending to form another ball.

Just like that, a full on snowball war sparked between you.

At first Javi seemed to hold back, not putting his full strength into his pitches, but when he realized you weren't and that there was no chance the snowballs would hurt you beyond a little sting, he stopped showing you mercy, at least no more than you showed him.

You still had him beat. You were quicker, more experienced, and more and more relentless as the snowball fight went on.

Eventually the snowballs you were using turned into shapeless piles of snow as you focused on landing the most hits.

Overwhelmed, Javi did the only thing he could think of, shielding his face as you got closer with every hit.

Then you shoved a handful of snow down his shirt.

He gasped as the cold mass slid down his chest, melting as it went.

"Oh, now you've done it!" he yelled.

He tackled you, sending you into the deep snow at your feet, a hand on your upper back to make sure you didn't land too hard or hit your head, and you let him, giggling as you found yourself pinned under his weight.

"Okay, okay, I surrender!"

You struggled to breath as your laughter intensified.

"That was downright devious, hermosa," Javi declared, chuckling, hands on your wrists just firmly enough that you'd need to put some effort in if you wanted to move them.

That was a big if. You were quite enjoying being underneath him. You could swear you could feel his warmth even through the multiple layers you were both wearing.

Your eyes met and he beamed joyfully down at you, making heat pool in your belly.

You guided his head closer to yours and kissed him on the lips, nice and slow, sure you could never truly show him how much you loved him but wanting to try anyway. It was as perfect as any moment could get and you wished you could live in it forever. If not for the fact that your body was starting to shiver, you'd have been tempted to lay in the snow with him for hours.

"Let's get inside," Javi said, having noticed your shaking. He stood up and helped you onto your feet. "Do you have hot chocolate?"

You grinned. "Of course!"

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It was a couple hours before you got around to the hot chocolate. First there were sandwiches for supper, then tree decorating, before you changed into your cozy winter flannel pajamas and settled on the living room couch together with Christmas themed mugs of the rich substance in hand and a Sherpa throw blanket hanging over your laps.

It wasn't long before you both realized you needed more than the blanket, the draft from the windows particularly bad in the living room, especially after the sun had set and the temperature outside had dived into the negatives. It wasn't a big issue. Javi just threw some logs into the fireplace and lit them before returning to your side and taking a long drink from his mug.

"Thank you," he said out of the blue moments later, studying his mug as he did so.

You frowned. "For what?"

"For today," he explained, twisting his body to face you. "For indulging me."

You lifted your hands to hold his face in them. "I wanted to share those experiences with you. It was fun. I'll indulge you anytime if it means more days like this one."

He smiled widely. "I would love that. But I would also like to indulge you."

"In what way?" you asked curiously.

He shrugged his shoulders. "You tell me. What is something you've always wanted to do before but have never had the opportunity to do it?"

You looked away from him, a blush creeping up on your face at the first thing that came to your mind. "It's silly."

"I won't judge," he promised earnestly.

You let your eyes travel back to his face and looking into his soft dark ones you knew you could trust him wholly. You'd known for a long time. "I've always wanted to make love by a fireplace."

"On the floor?"

"Yeah."

He shook his head, expression serious. "That's not silly at all."

The orange glow of the fire lit up his eyes enough that you noticed they had darkened with desire. You also noticed how they flicked to your lips.

You made the first move, pitching forward to kiss him briefly before swinging your leg over his lap. He let out a surprised but pleased groan at you settled on top of him, then slid his hands up your spine to hold you close as he pressed his lips to yours once again.

For a long time that was all you did, kiss each other passionately, cling to each other.

You'd have been happy enough if it had ended there, but after a couple minutes Javi set to making your fantasy come true, gently pulling you off him so he could lay the throw blanket on the wooden floor less than three feet from the fire.

"We don't have to," you said as you stood up, recalling that he had a bad back and knowing that laying on the floor wouldn't make it any better.

"I want to," he told you in a reassuring tone, approaching to curl an arm around you and guide you towards the blanket.

It took longer than it should have, being only a handful of steps away, but you both were preoccupied with helping each other shed your layers of clothing, with worshiping each other's exposed skin.

It was only when you were both completely bare that you knelt on the blanket covered floor together, still able to feel the artificial wood pushing hard against your knees despite Javi's effort to cushion it, but choosing to ignore it in favor of trying to consume each other, fingers pressing firmly into your backs.

Javi leaned slightly away from you to make room and you climbed on top of him again, face to face, your legs bent on either side of his thighs.

He helped you line up with him and you slowly dropped down, your eyes never straying from his face as he filled you up. He grunted at the sensation of you all around him and whispered Spanish praise into your ear, rolling his head back into the hand you had cradling it when you fully sheathed him inside you, eyes closing briefly before he sighed happily and gazed into yours.

Hand outstretched, he tucked a stray strand of loose hair behind your ear and smiled warmly at you. "You always look beautiful, mi amor, but this lighting suits you like no other."

"Mmm...you don't look too shabby yourself in firelight, Jav," you murmured, dipping your head so you were smirking against his lips as you spoke.

He grinned and held onto you as you planted a kiss on his mouth and began moving, rocking slowly in his warm embrace. He wasted no time to join you, rolling his hips in time with yours, but he didn't try to pick up the pace. It wouldn't get either of you off anytime soon, but that wasn't the point. You just wanted to be close to each other, explore each other, and that's what you did for a long time. His mouth roamed every part of you it could reach, laving at your ear, your pulse on your neck, your collarbone, and even your wrist, while your hands wandered up his back, over his shoulders, and down his sculpted chest. One of them found the white rounded scar on the front of his left shoulder, and you glanced at him, sharing a loving look, before you pressed your lips to it, overwhelmed with gratefulness that his cousin hadn't managed to hit him in a lethal spot.

Your life would have been a whole lot emptier without him.

You latched onto him tighter as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, like he tended to do, distracting you from your thoughts. He ground himself into you harder, deeper but still languidly, and the intensity of it was enough to make you whimper, to make you fall apart, an almost liquid warmth spreading through every inch of your body. You melted in his arms as he lost it too, trembling as he swelled and spilled inside you.

You stroked his back and silently thanked the universe for your birth control pills as you both basked in the aftermath still linked together, your minds hazy with bliss.

Giving in to your exhaustion caused by long but splendid day, you rested your head on his shoulder, the one baring the scar, and stared out at the wall behind you both, noticing how your shadows were melded together, nearly indiscernible from each other.

You smiled broadly at the sight then let your eyes close for a bit, in no rush to separate from the man you loved with your entire self. The man who you could always be vulnerable with, without fear of judgement. The one you once thought couldn't exist.

"Merry Christmas Eve, Javi," you said quietly as you snuggled against him, having just seen the lights on the Christmas tree automatically turn off at midnight.

He tipped his head and rested it against yours.

"Merry Christmas, Nora."

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