#got invited to a holiday party from my husbands friends

[darkmothsy]

Good morning

[covenofagatha]

Nicky's mom has got it going on (Part 1)

You are best friends with Nicholas Scratch, and one day he invites you over to his house when his mom is there, and shit, you didn't realize his mom was so hot. Non-magical AU

Word count: 2100+

Warnings: 18+, allusions to smut, actual smut will be in later parts, mommy issues (duh)

“Got any plans tonight?” your best friend Nicky asks you, making easy conversation. You had been organizing books on the A-F fiction shelf at the Barnes & Noble at the mall, where you and Nicholas Scratch worked in your free time. You had met him through Westview University, where you both attended school. But when you both started working at the bookstore in the beginning of the year to make a little extra money, you two became fast friends. 

“Not really. My parents are working late so I’m on my own. Probably just going to reheat leftovers and watch tv.” The campus was only twenty minutes away from your parents’ house, and ten away from his, so you both lived at home.

“You finished all the chem homework?” he asks, a teasing grin on his face. You’re both in the same Introduction to Chemistry class, with Ms. Dottie Jones. She was a stickler and gave out a packet of homework almost every day. It was everyone’s least favorite class. 

You groan. Somehow you had forgotten, and it was due tomorrow. Looked like you had plans after all for the evening. “Fuck,” is all you say, Nicky laughing. 

“I haven’t started it either. Want to come over and do it? I’m sure you could stay for dinner. My mom’s cooking and she can help with the homework.”

You smile, gracious for the offer. You had been over to his house a few times, but you hadn’t met his mom yet. You could use the company, and the help for sure. Chemistry was your worst subject, but Nicky was pretty good at it. Apparently his mom, Agatha Harkness, had a background in it, so she was always helping Nicky. 

“That would be lovely, thank you. Do you want to go straight there after we get off?” You quickly check your watch. There’s still 45 minutes left in your shift. 

“Yeah, that works. Let me text my mom and tell her that you’re coming over.”

“Will she mind?” The last thing you wanted to do was intrude. Nicky and his mom were incredibly close, as it was just the two of them, and according to Nicky, Agatha treasured the time she got to spend with him around her busy schedule. You hadn’t heard much about Nicky’s father and Agatha’s ex-husband, only that they had gotten divorced when Nicky was fourteen and was out of the picture. 

“Not at all. She’s been dying to meet you.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket, checking around to make sure no customers or your manager are nearby, and quickly types out a quick message. You make a mental note to text your parents when you finished your shift to let them know you were getting dinner with friends. They wouldn’t mind, plus you were sure you’d still be home before them. 

“Thank you,” you say again, and get back to organizing the books. 

***

You pull into the driveway, following Nicky’s car. Their house never fails to take your breath away. It’s a beautiful two story Victorian style house, with a steep roof, wrap-around porch, and large windows with paned glass. It’s almost Halloween, and clearly Nicky and his mom go all out. Inflatable ghosts, fake gravestones, pumpkins, and other decorations fill their giant yard and you can’t help but smile. Halloween is one of your favorite holidays, and this year Nicky’s mom was hosting a party for the neighborhood and you had been invited. Nicky leads you to the front door, unlocks it, and motions for you to go in first. The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon hits your nose and you inhale slowly. You can hear noises coming from the kitchen and you trail behind your friend as he leads you to the source. 

In the kitchen, a woman is facing away from you, stirring something in a large pot on the stove. Her long, curly black hair tumbles down to her lower back and she is wearing a flannel with navy pants. On the island, you can see some candles flickering. So that’s where the smell was coming from. 

“Mom, this is–” Nicky starts, but his mom whips around and exclaims, announcing your name before he even gets a chance. 

Holy shit, is your first thought. Nicky’s mom is hot. Her long hair frames her pale face and her bright blue eyes trace you up and down. The top two buttons of her flannel are undone, so you can see her collarbones and a peek of the smooth skin of her chest.

“Oh, hi,” you stammer. “So nice to finally meet you.”

A wide smile overtakes her face and she sticks out a hand. It takes you a beat, but then you remember what you’re supposed to do. You take her hand and shake it, trying to ignore how soft her palm is. 

“Nicky’s told me so much about you,” she gushes. “He clearly forgot to mention what a sight for sore eyes you are.” She playfully winks and you figure all the blood in your body has to have rushed to your cheeks, based on how hot they feel. 

“Mom,” Nicky whines, shooting you an apologetic look. You let out an awkward chuckle, eyes darting back and forth between mom and son. 

His mom waves a hand at him. “Yeah, yeah. Well, I’m Agatha. Nicky said you guys are going to work on some homework. Don’t hesitate to ask if you need help, and I’ll give you guys a shout when dinner is ready! Hope you like lamb stew.” Right on cue, your stomach rumbles and Agatha shoots you a smile. “Nicky, why don’t you get your friend a snack while I’m cooking?”

Nicky nods and rummages through the pantry. He grabs a box of cookies and you guys walk up to his room. You sit down at his desk and he flops onto his bed.

“Your mom is nice,” you say casually, trying not to give away how flustered you are because of her. 

“She’s pretty cool. Alright, let’s get started. Last time I checked, the packet was eight pages and at least half are balancing equations.” 

Ugh. That thought is enough to turn your attention from Agatha to the reality of the situation. You have a lot of homework to get done. 

You have just gotten to the third page when Agatha pokes her head in. “How’s homework going?” she asks, and you and Nicky simultaneously groan. She walks over to you, stealing your paper and gently perching on the desk, which you’re sitting at. You struggle to remember how to breathe when her thigh brushes against your knee. “This one is wrong,” she says, pointing at number 13. “You have an extra oxygen on the left side.” 

Nicky drops his head into the bed with a muffled swear. Agatha meets your eyes and smiles softly. Fuck, her mouth is pretty. 

“Why don’t you take a break? Come downstairs and eat dinner and then we’ll work through this together,” she offers. She holds your homework back out to you and you take it, wondering if she slid her fingers across yours on purpose. 

At the table, Agatha sits across from you and Nicky is to your right. She asks you all about college, your major, and what you want to do after. 

“Have you guys decided what you’re wearing to the party next week?,” she then asks.

“I’m going to be a witch,” you answer, and you swear her eyes light up. “I ordered my costume last week so it should be here soon. Nicky still hasn’t figured out what he’s going as yet.” 

Nicky scoffs in protest. “Hey! I’m narrowing it down between a pirate or a superhero. Also, mom loves witches so watch out.” 

“Halloween is next week, dude, you better figure it out soon,” you tease and Agatha laughs. 

“You tell him,” she says and the two of you share a grin. 

“Whatever. I’m going to the bathroom,” Nicky says, standing up and pushing in his chair. 

There is a moment of silence as you and Agatha eat some stew. Then she says, “So, y/n, do you have a boyfriend?”

You almost drop your spoon back in the bowl. Is she–no. She is probably trying to get a feel of yours and Nicky’s relationship. “Um, no. I’m actually gay,” you say, finding the stew suddenly incredibly interesting. After Agatha is silent for a few seconds, you look up at her to find a smirk stretched across her face, eyes looking darker than they were.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Her voice is low and you swallow hard, begging the fire in your stomach to die down. This is Nicky’s mom. Nicky’s incredibly attractive mom whose hands, at the moment, you desperately wanted to feel tracing your body. Sliding over your lips, maybe even around your throat. Fuck. 

“No,” you say, barely above a whisper. “There’s really no girls in school that I’m interested in.” 

Agatha opens her mouth, ready to say something, and you preemptively lean closer, but at that moment, Nicky walks back in and sits down next to you, completely oblivious to your flushed face and his mom’s look of…disappointment? 

No. You are clearly just reading into things. Nicky’s mom, who is much older than you are, does not want you. 

She’s just being nice, and you are being insane. 

You really need to get your mommy issues under control. 

Agatha clears her throat. “So, how’s working at the bookstore going?” 

“It’s pretty good. Nicky definitely makes the shifts go by faster,” you say, turning to look at him appreciatively. “Except for tomorrow, because someone has to do a group project for their sociology class and can’t work.” The glare you gave Nicky is playful and he snickers. 

“So sorry. I’d honestly rather be at work. My group sucks. I honestly wonder how one of the people made it into college,” he says. You agree. You’ve done a fair share of group projects already for some of your classes, and it is often a struggle. 

You look back at Agatha, but she doesn’t say anything. The rest of dinner passes quickly, and soon it’s time to get back to homework. 

You and Nicky decide to move downstairs so Agatha can help. She’s talking quickly, gesturing down at your paper, but you’re too busy staring at her lips to actually understand what she’s saying. Which is totally fine, until she asks you a question. 

“Sorry?” is all you can say, internally cursing for looking like an idiot. She doesn’t look disappointed. Instead, it almost looks like she knows why you’re so distracted. She repeats it slowly, something about if there’s six oxygens on the left side, how many carbon dioxides do we need on the right side. “Three?” you say, sort of guessing. 

“Good girl,” she says approvingly, in that raspy voice of hers, and you honest-to-god clench around nothing. You can literally feel yourself getting wetter by the second. And then she moves onto the next question like she didn’t just say that. 

It’s almost ten thirty at night by the time you finish your homework and you stand up with a yawn. 

“Do you want to stay the night?” Agatha asks. “You can stay in the guest room, I’m sure I can find some clothes for you to wear.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude,” you say, and she immediately shakes her head. 

“You won’t be at all. Come on,” she insists, and you glance at Nicky before she pulls you after her up the stairs. She leads you into her bedroom and lets go of you to walk into her closet and you take the opportunity to look around her room. 

Her bed is neatly made, with a cream duvet and a dark, wooden headboard. Her nightstand is the same colored wood and there’s a framed picture of her and Nicky from probably ten years ago. A fireplace is tucked into the corner and dark purple curtains cover the windows. 

“Here you go. These should fit. There should be extra toothbrushes and toothpaste in the guest bathroom. If you need anything else, just let me know,” Agatha says, handing you a pile of clothes. “Have a good night, sweetheart.”

You’re too flustered to say anything back so you give her a smile and make your way to the guest room. It’s right by Nicky’s room, so you stop in to say good night and then you text your parents that you’re spending the night at a friend’s house. 

The pajamas Agatha gave you – if you can even call them that – slide right onto your body. It’s a silky purple nightie with a black robe and it hugs your curves in all the right places. You look hot and for a second, you think about going to see Agatha again. Just to thank her, you tell yourself unconvincingly. 

But you make yourself brush your teeth and get into bed, feeling the wetness still between your thighs. 

[gracieheartspedro]

an: hiii lovers! this is the first year I'm doing this! I have been compiling my favorite fics this year and wanted to list them all out for you! there's a wide variety of characters here, so I am organizing them that way. just note, I am not putting all their warnings as all these fics have their own warning lists. please don't read anything that'll make you uncomfortable.

all these fics are smutty. I am a bit of a whore.

also would love to say that these may not have been written this year, simply just ones I've read this year!

happy reading <3

Joel Miller:

bitter by @pedgito - a moment of desperation and a kind gesture leads you down an inescapable path alongside two brothers and a town with a nasty secret

cherry thrill by @hellishjoel - your tattoo artist, joel miller, takes your virginity.

Homemade by @gutsby - While your dad’s watching a movie downstairs, you and his best friend decide to make one of your own.

The Hills by @honeyedmiller - drugs. sex. fame. joel miller—the very man you despise. something about hollywood or other. it all seems to become a blurred line when you get invited to an oscars after party at a house in the hills.

Dirty Laundry by @pedgito - you've got an issue and joel's willing to solve it. after all, what are neighbors for?

Brat (the entire series) by @shellshocklove - joel is having a brat summer.

The Right Kind of Wrong by @myownwholewildworld - your car breaks down and you make a deal with your dad's best friend, joel, who happens to be the best mechanic in town. you'll work for him over the summer holidays to pay your debt back, but maybe you can find a pleasant shortcut to it?

October's End by @salingers - a filthy halloween night with your dad's best friend, joel miller.

that's the way road dogs do it by @joelsdagger - on a night out with friends, you run into someone from your past.

wherever you stray, i'll follow by @cavillscurls - Joel resents the choice to allow an unmated omega into Jackson—until he’s the only one who can help her feel at home.

absolution (the entire series) by @pedgito - Moving in with your soon-to-be stepfather under the roof of his brother, Joel, ends up being a turning point of change in your life.

positions by @hellishjoel - You and Joel mutually pleasure each other while “researching” porn. 

hook em (series) by @joeloverture - trying to get back at your cheating quarterback ex-boyfriend leads you right into the arms of his coach. you plan on staying there for a little while.

Dave York:

let them feel by @guiltyasdave

Notes On Tutoring by @honestly-shite - Mr York becomes your new classical guitar tutor in your final year at music college. A dark, mysterious man, you struggle to get a read on him but that doesn't stop you from finding many ways to push his buttons. You manage to infuriate him with your stubbornness and forced complacency but there is definitely something else too. There's a pull that you feel whenever he is near. You wonder if he feels it too.

Javier Peña:

Unscripted Desire (the entire series) by @gothcsz - you’re a camerawoman that shoots pornos. javier peña is the pornstar you can’t stand. why is it that you’re always so affected by him?

When in Positano by @honeyedmiller - honeymooning in italy with your husband is a dream, especially when he reveals he wants to start a family with you.

three's a crowd by @amanitacowboy - you hadn't been with a woman for years, but for javi? you would do anything he asked and more

helping hand by @mrsmando - you and javi take a bath together.

Marcus Acacius:

Acta Non Verba by @myownwholewildworld - scotland, 83 AD after the battle of mons graupius. the romans have come up to the boundaries of their empire with a relentless desire to conquer the savages that inhabit the highlands. they won't rest until the Caledonian tribes are subjugated. Marcus Acacius is in charge of your clansmen's fate, but if such fate is similar to your family's, you know you need to do something about it. as the only living daughter of the tribe chief, your people look to you for leadership. power plays, treason, deception, rebellion, war, love, heartbreak, betrayal. and two souls, destined to despise each other, trying to navigate it all.

Shadows of the love under the laurel by @stylesispunk - In the shadows of the Roman Empire, you, a devoted servant, discover love with the honorable General Marcus Acacius. You both navigate the treacherous current of social expectations when a looming marriage comes to risk everything.

Prima Nocta by @fuckyeahdindjarin - Tomorrow, you will marry your husband-to-be. But tonight - it belongs to his father.

Dieter Bravo:

It's Only Make Believe by @jennaispunk - What began as a publicity stunt turns into much more than you expected.

bouquet by @mypoisonedvine - being quarantined in his hotel room has dieter getting a little stir crazy, and when the drugs run out, he has to find a new vice. that's how he found you.

salt, shot, lime by @freelancearsonist - You meet your celebrity crush in a bar; he turns out to be a lot more fun than you expected.

Lucien Flores:

Mutual by @luxurychristmaspudding - you and lucien have both been invited to this dinner with explicit instructions: play nice. but it's kind of hard when you can't stand each other. even harder when the meaning begins to blur with his hands on you.

Fortnight by @pedgito - it was never a favor, allowing him to take up space in your apartment. but, time after time, he finds his way back and somehow, it brings an unexpected normalcy to your life.

Azalea by @morallyinept - A man from your past shows up at a party and leaves you on the cusp of making a life changing choice. Do you stay, or do you leave with him?

Frankie Morales:

Listen by @luxurychristmaspudding - you’ve been serving frankie and his friends at your bar for months. despite your wishing and wanting, the shy pilot doesn’t work up the nerve to ask you out before santi introduces you to his buddy, joel.

End Up Here by @undrthelights - you’ve had a distaste for frankie for as long as you can remember, so how did you end up here?

Din Djarin:

New Perspective by @mellowswriting - teaching the infamous Mandalorian to slow down and enjoy life isn't easy. it takes planning, patience - and silken sheets apparently.

just can’t say goodbye by @saradika

Ellie Williams:

make a woman out of me by @pearlcigs - you swore to yourself you only longed for ellie in a platonic way, but as you get older you seem to realize just how pretty she really is.

too little too late by @elleloquently - " can you see me? i'm waiting for the right time / I can't read you but if you want, the pleasure's all mine "

Infiltration by @astralnymphh - your suspicious encounter has given ellie her five minutes and her knife—but can she truly measure insincerity?

Abby Anderson:

hers only by @abbyshands - gf!abby does not like clara, the gym trainer who can’t keep her hands off you. so who’s surprised when she loses her composure, channeling her rage in the form of rough, hard sex?

good luck, babe! by @studioghibelli - your boyfriend has been cheating on you. when you confront the woman he’s been seeing, she offers you a proposition.

don't fuck your coworkers by @untitledgf-pdf - you're a server and abby is a line cook

Eddie Munson:

please, please, please by @/keeryhours - Eddie is no stranger to the Hawkins legal system. It’s no surprise to anyone when he’s dragged in cuffs again, but it is unexpected when someone catches his eye - the police chief’s daughter.

COME AGAIN by @mediocredreams - When you go to your best friend for dating advice, his perverted ways come in handy.

Secrets I Have Held In My Heart (Are Harder to Hide Than I Thought) by @andvys - A weekend alone with Eddie at Steve's cabin reveals all yours and his deepest desires, feelings you were too afraid to act upon bubbling to the surface, leading to a steamy night that might change you and your best friend forever.

smoke me out by @strangerstilinski - you and eddie are friends — and really, what's a little shotgunning amongst friends?

[whorekneecentral]

merry smutmas series

hi besties!! since I'm skipping out on kinktober this year, I figured I wouldn’t be fair for me to leave you guys without some sort of holiday treat so here we go again. 

I won’t be able to fit everyone into this series cause with would have taken me forever so between classes and other fics, I’ve been working on this since august lmao. I hope y’all enjoy these as much as I enjoyed writing it &lt;33 // massive thank you to @oconso for the banners and to @themandaloriansdiaries for all the help plotting and for listening to my complaining <3

running from: November 1st to December 31st - every Tuesday, Thursday and on the weekends

tagged under: merry smutmas xoxo 

November 1st: Sebastian Vettel - Sticky Fingers 

Your husband spends his first Christmas at home since his retirement and he went a little.. a lot over board. 

November 4th: Trent Alexander Arnold - As Red As My Stockings 

Trent’s crush on the pretty physio is well known amongst the players. They make sure to help him fulfil one last Christmas wish before you all head home for the holidays.

November 5th: Pato O’Ward - Snow Storms 

Your boyfriend insists the roads are fine to drive despite the massive incoming snow storm; as someone who grew up in cold weather, you knew better. yet, there you were stuck on the side of the road with him in the snow. 

November 7th: Ruben Dias - Miss Me, Miss Me

Your brother holds his annual Christmas party and you’re forced to spend the afternoon with the one person you had been avoiding all season but tis’ the season you guess. (stones!reader)

November 9th: Pierre Gasly - Cocoa

You have your boyfriend drive all around the city until you find the one thing you were looking for. When you finally find it, you decide you want something else. 

November 11th: Ben Chilwell - Snowflakes On The Glass 

Ben insists on having a snowball fight when he wakes up to the massive snowfall but you want nothing more than to stay in bed. 

November 12th: Kimi Raikkonen - Only The Best For You 

Kimi spends the holidays with his old friends. He doesn’t forget you; bringing you exactly what you had been wishing for and you make sure to thank him.. properly. (dad’s best friend!kimi) 

November 14th: Lucas Paquetá - Spin Me Around 

Lucas busts out the champagne and the streamers to celebrate the new years in your new place. 

November 16th: Yuki Tsunoda - Sous Chef 

Yuki finds himself more fascinated by the woman cooking than the food on his plate for once. (chef!reader) 

November 18th: Erling Haaland - Christmas On The Farm 

Erling takes you home to spend the holidays at the Haaland Family Farm and you two end up being the only ones there. 

November 19th: Lance Stroll - Old Friends 

Lance gets an invitation to an old teammate’s place to ring in the new year but he finds himself too distracted by someone in particular to care about the ball dropping (vettel!reader)

November 21st: Jude Bellingham - Ugliest Sweater Wins

Jude is invited to Luka’s Christmas party, an ugly Christmas sweater party to be exact. It took a bit of convincing but you got him to go. 

November 23rd: Daniel Ricciardo - The Flash Of The Camera 

You enlist Daniel to help you with your Christmas gift for him. 

November 25th: John Stones - Black Out 

Your boyfriend blows a fuse with the Christmas lights and you’re stuck in the dark, but you find a way to make the best of it. 

November 26th: Fernando Alonso - Your Pick 

Fernando enlists the help of a certain someone to get his Christmas shopping done but the list is oddly familiar (pr officer!reader)  

November 28th: Kostas Tsimikas - The Smell Of The Holidays 

You over baked for your niece’s holiday bake sale so you do the neighbourly thing and share with your neighbour, Kostas and his two puppies.

November 30th: Toto Wolff - Winter Wonderland 

Your husband skips out on Christmas every year due to work but this year, he ends up in London. You make it your mission to introduce him to some holiday fun.

December 2nd: Christian Pulisic - Ho Ho Hoe

You find a pair of Christmas boxers in Christian’s drawers and decide to tease him about it. 

December 3rd: Mick Schumacher - Merry Ruff-mas 

Angie goes missing the day before Christmas and Mick finds her at the neighbouring ranch, wrapped up with ribbon and bows. 

December 5th: Jordan Henderson - Shivers

Jordan comes in after shovelling the driveway and keeps trying to love on you. You tell him that you can feel how cold he is but he makes sure to show you what cold really feels like. 

December 7th: Lewis Hamilton - Tis’ The Season 

An old friend finds his way to you front door and no matter how much you try to get rid of him, you can’t. 

December 9th: Dominik Szoboszlai - Come Home 

The two of you are separated over the holidays and you’re missing each other a little too much to keep this going. 

December 10th: Charles Leclerc - The Night Before Christmas 

A massive snow storm delays Charles’ flight home for the holidays and you both begin to give up hope but a Christmas miracle occurs.

December 12th: Virgil Van Dijk - Holiday Greetings 

You send your old friend a Christmas card every year and when he sees that a certain someone was no longer in the picture, he pays you a long overdue visit. 

December 14th: Mark Webber - A New Term 

You send your professor an email over the winter break and the man wonders why you’re still working, urging you to come out and relax like everyone else. (Professor!Webber) 

December 16th: Thiago Alcantara - Bubbles 

You find yourself aching from all the holiday prep and your husband being the good man that he was, makes sure you’re feeling okay after a long day. 

December 17th: Jenson Button - A Sandy Christmas 

Jenson takes you on a dream vacation over the holidays but still makes sure you’ve got a gift to open come Christmas morning. (Sugar Daddy!Jenson) 

December 19th: Kylian Mbappe - Family’s Growing 

Kylian finds himself swooning over how good you are with his niece and nephew, the thought of having a family with you spins around his head. 

December 21st: Carlos Sainz Jr - Traditions 

Coming back from Christmas with your family, the two of you return to Spain to celebrate new years with his family and all their traditions. 

December 23rd: Andy Robertson - Mistletoe Means Kisses 

The overpowering smell of mistletoe hits you when you walk into he house, your husband came up with his own plan while you were out. 

December 24th: George Russell - A New Tradition 

You and George spend your first Christmas together and you mash together the traditions from both of your families. 

December 26th: Jack Grealish - Always Around 

A wild new years night out leaves you bumping the same person over and over again. 

December 28th: Esteban Ocon - The Gift Of Giving 

Esteban takes a liking to the barista that works at the cafe near his place. He finally works up the courage to ask her out in time for the holidays. 

December 30th: Sergio Ramos - Secret Santa 

The players and the staff play secret Santa every year; they write a letter, toss in a box and everyone picks. Sergio some how lands on the person he’s always had a soft spot for. 

December 31st: Max Verstappen - Time Is Running Out 

Max wasn’t one for resolutions but as the clock counts down the hours to new years, he finds himself running to resolve the biggest resolution on his list; you. 

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

The Wizard of Wolff

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

Summery: As Halloween approaches, Y/n convinces her reluctant husband, Toto Wolff, to a hilarious dog costume as her sidekick Toto while she embraces her role as Dorothy, leading to a night filled with laughter and unexpected fame

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It was a few weeks before Halloween, and Y/n was in full preparation mode. Halloween was her absolute favorite holiday—everything from spooky decorations to haunted houses, but especially the costumes. Every year, she went all out, carefully planning her outfits and crafting the perfect look. Toto, on the other hand, couldn't have cared less about the whole affair. He loathed dressing up, always feeling awkward and out of place at costume parties. But for Y/n, he’d bite the bullet, year after year, because he could never say no to the woman he adored.

This year, they had been invited to an exclusive Halloween party hosted by one of Monaco’s elite, where the guest list included celebrities, socialites, and their closest friends. Y/n was thrilled about the event, scrolling through costume ideas while sipping her morning coffee. Toto, however, was far less enthusiastic, already dreading whatever outrageous outfit Y/n would come up with this time.

As he wandered into the living room, towel slung over his shoulder after a morning workout, Y/n looked up from her phone with an excited grin.

"Toto, I’ve found it!" she said, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Found what?" he asked, already a little suspicious. He knew that tone.

"Our Halloween costumes!" she exclaimed, holding up her phone to show him an image of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. "I’m going to be Dorothy—blue dress, ruby slippers, the whole deal."

Toto leaned in, glancing at the photo. "I see. So what am I supposed to be? The Tin Man?"

Y/n bit her lip, trying to stifle her giggles. "Nope. You’re going to be Toto!"

He blinked, staring at her as if she had spoken a foreign language. "Wait… What? You want me to be a dog?"

She burst out laughing, unable to contain herself anymore. "Yes! You’ll be my adorable little dog, Toto!" She swiped to the next photo on her phone—a fluffy brown dog costume complete with floppy ears, a furry tail, and even a leash. "Isn’t it perfect?"

Toto shook his head, chuckling in disbelief. "You’ve got to be kidding me. You want me, a grown man, to wear dog ears and follow you around on a leash?"

Y/n was practically tearing up from laughter at this point, barely able to respond. "Yes! You’ll be the cutest little Toto ever!"

He couldn’t help but laugh along with her, though he still found the idea utterly ridiculous. "Y/n, I’m 6’5". No one is going to mistake me for a dog. If anything, they’ll think I’m a wolf."

Without missing a beat, Y/n leaned in closer, eyes twinkling. "Well, that’s the genius part. When you’re alone, you can be Wolff with your last name, but when you’re with me, you’re Toto with your first name." She paused for dramatic effect. "Two costumes in one!"

Toto laughed, shaking his head as he sat down beside her. "So you’re saying I have no escape from this, either way?"

"Exactly," she said triumphantly, moving closer and wrapping her arms around him. "But think about it—it’s going to be hilarious. And besides, everyone will be focused on me as Dorothy. You just have to play the sidekick."

Toto let out a dramatic sigh, leaning back against the couch. "I’m really going to regret this, aren’t I?"

"Nope," she said with a playful grin, kissing him on the cheek. "You’re going to have fun, and deep down, you know you love it when we do these things together."

He looked down at her, his soft smile betraying any annoyance he might have tried to muster. "I only do this for you, Y/n."

"And that’s why I love you," she said, pecking him on the lips. "Because deep down, you’re a big softie."

Toto chuckled, pulling her closer. "I must be, if I’m agreeing to this."

The next few days flew by as Y/n excitedly prepped for the party. She ordered her Dorothy costume—a cute but modern twist on the classic look, complete with the iconic blue gingham dress, ruby red heels, and even a wicker basket with a stuffed animal Toto inside, just for good measure. She also picked out Toto’s "dog" costume, adding her own little touches to make it as humorous as possible.

When the night of the party arrived, Y/n was bouncing around their bedroom, getting ready. She zipped up her dress, twirling in front of the mirror, admiring the way it flared around her hips.

"How do I look?" she asked, turning to Toto with a dazzling smile.

Toto stood leaning against the doorframe, already dressed in his "Toto the Dog" costume. He looked utterly ridiculous, standing at his full height in the floppy ears and dog tail, but Y/n couldn’t have been more pleased.

"You look beautiful," he said with a smirk, his deep voice dripping with sarcasm. "And I look like a complete fool."

Y/n burst out laughing again. "You look adorable! Come here." She walked over, adjusting the ears on his head and smoothing down the furry tail. "There. Perfect."

Toto sighed, running a hand over his face. "I still can’t believe I’m doing this."

Y/n grinned mischievously, looping her arm through his. "You’ll survive. And trust me, once people see us together, they’re going to love it. Besides, who doesn’t want to see the famous Toto Wolff in a dog costume?"

They made their way to the party, the night buzzing with excitement. As expected, when they entered, heads turned, and a wave of laughter followed them through the crowd. People were in awe of Y/n’s flawless Dorothy look, but the sight of Toto in his ridiculous dog outfit stole the show. Friends and fellow party-goers couldn’t stop making jokes about how fitting it was for him to be a "wolff in dog’s clothing."

And just as Y/n predicted, when Toto was alone, people couldn’t help but comment on his name.

"You’re not even trying, are you?" one guest teased.

Toto simply smiled, raising an eyebrow. "It’s a costume that works on multiple levels."

But whenever Y/n was by his side, they quickly became the highlight of the night—the most talked-about couple at the party. And while Toto rolled his eyes and grumbled about how much he hated Halloween, deep down, he loved seeing Y/n so happy. Her laughter, the way her face lit up when they joked together, made every minute of this ridiculous night worth it.

As they danced together later that evening, Y/n leaned into him, her arms wrapped around his neck. "See? I told you it would be fun."

Toto smiled down at her, his love for her far outweighing any embarrassment he might have felt. "You were right. But don’t get used to it. Next year, I’m picking the costume."

Y/n grinned mischievously. "We’ll see about that."

[libraryofloveletters]

Snowed In

Mark Webber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: prior to mulit 2-1, redbull era mark, grumpy mark, snowed in at the airport, alcohol and the consumption of, mark blames you for the snow, airport delays, seb and hanna cameo.

Word Count: 564

Author's Note: grumpy x sunshine is sooooo mark coded

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It wasn't even his idea to go to Switzerland, and now he was stuck on New Year's Eve, in the worst place on the planet; the airport.

A recent move had taken Sebastian and Hanna to Switzerland, the young couple took it upon themselves to host a little Christmas party for their friends.

Mark, being Seb's teammate, received an invite to said Christmas party. When the invite arrived, you had opened it and showed it to your husband.

Knowing your husband, you could've predicted his answer; "let's just spend the holidays here." - Here being Australia.

You reminded him that the two of you spent Christmas in Australia almost every single year, and that Seb and Hanna have gone out of their way to invite the two of you to come and spend Christmas with them in their new home.

It's common courtesy for the two of you to show up.

Mark knew you well enough to know that you wouldn't stop pestering him until he agreed to go. So alas, he gave in and the two of you flew down to Switzerland to spend the holidays with his teammate and his girlfriend.

There were a few other drivers from the grid spending Christmas with Sebastian and Hanna, which made Mark slightly less miserable. The thought of having to spend the holidays with Sebastian was not something that he liked nor enjoyed but he knew that you and Hanna got on quite well so he gave in for your sake.

New year's eve and the two of you head to the airport to fly home to spend the new years with your family.

The snow is coming down quite heavily and you asked the girl at the counter if the flights are going to be delayed. She told you that she wasn't 100% sure but there might be a few minor delays, emphasis on the minor.

At first, your flight was delayed by an hour, which wasn't so bad.

Then it was delayed by five hours, not the best but manageable.

Before you knew it, it was being delayed for nine hours.

Mark, being the grumpy man that he is, of course, blamed you for the snow, for the trip and for the delays.

"Will you shut up?" You looked at your husband, annoyed with him.

"Why should I? We're stuck in the stupid airport on new year's eve because you wanted to come to Switzerland."

You roll your eyes, resisting the urge to smack him in the face.

Before you know it, it's 15 minutes to midnight, and the two of you were still stuck waiting on your flight. Mark was still grumpy, but blaming you less.

"C'mon," you grabbed his hand and your carryon, pulling both towards the bar. Mark sat next to you and you ordered a drink for each of you; if you were going to be stuck on new years, at least you'd be slightly plastered.

The minutes rolled by and eventually, it was 2 minutes until midnight. The airport was full of life, those celebrating together, those on their phones to loved ones and those who were trying their best to get home.

You order two shots, passing one to your husband, "sorry for getting you stuck in Switzerland on new years eve, even though it's not really my fault." You tapped your glass to his.

Mark laughs, downing his shot at the same time as you. "Cheers to that, love. Happy new year."

"Happy new year, Mark." You whispered, leaning in to kiss your husband.

[cleoselene]

had a thoroughly lovely and sociologically fascinating Christmas Eve. look, I ain't no Christian, I'm just an American with atheistic tendencies who was raised celebrating American Christian holidays, but it was never religious, just you know. Holidays. For fun. To enjoy. That was always my concept of every holiday. Like, absolutely opposite of "Jesus is the reason for the season" because we never ever went to church, ever. My mom is vaguely Christian/loves to talk about "the angels"/also believes she was Jewish in a former life. Which is to say she's a new age flake with American Christian seasoning. And she was like, SO SHOOK when i told her I didn't believe in God or anything. I was like, Mom, if you wanted to indoctrinate me, maybe you should have... tried? lol

So my old friend who goes all the way back to middle school invited me to go to dinner with her and her husband for Christmas eve. Our familial traditions have always been that Christmas day is the important one, that's the feasting and presents. Christmas eve was never a solid tradition and actually most of growing up i went to a friend's house for Christmas eve because her parents had banger parties for it. i did that from like, ages 11-23 and my mom always did something with her friends. Christmas eve is traditionally my social holiday outside of the family.

So when she said, "let's go to Shula's, my treat," I was like WORD, because I have always wanted a 90 dollar steak but could never actually AFFORD a 90 dollar steak. but I guess I missed in the ask a couple months ago the "we'll do church first part" and yeah, lol. The last time I was in a church was my father's funeral 24 years ago. THC lozenges got me through that service and got me nice and munchied for Shula's after word (yes, the 90 dollar steak was excellent, I got it with chimichurri sauce, and had this thick cut maple bacon with tomato jam appetizer, hnngh). So it wasn't until a few days ago that I realized I would be going to church, and like, intense church, because these are super churchy people. I realize it is actually the very first time I've ever gone to church on a holiday? Like I used to totally joke about how I couldn't think of a better way to ruin a holiday, but given that I've become a sociologist since the last time I was in a church, it was a way more fascinating experience. No, I was not moved by the spirit but as a student of human ritual and human behavior and human group activities, I was pretty riveted. It was your pretty basic nativity reading/Christmas songs combination with a short sermon that had a very South Florida message, lol, because the pastor made very certain to tell us that just because Jesus was born in a manger doesn't mean he was POOR, as Joseph was a carpenter and that was a good job!! And some lady called out "AMEN!" and i was like, just riveted at the exultation of "Thank God Jesus wasn't really a Poor" roflcopter. They also had an Israeli flag hanging and I asked my friend what the connection was there, and she said there was a Biblical mandate to support the state of Israel, and I was like, but isn't the concept of the nation-state way newer than the Bible? And then she said it was something related to the 'end times' and I was like ohhhh. Okay then. Everyone was friendly, though, it wasn't overly long.

They also did a communion, which. Honestly, Christians, ritual vampirism and cannibalism is fucking fascinating. I find the whole virgin birth story horrifying and ghoulish, but the ritualistic vamprism and cannibalism is FUCKING METAL. So goth. This wasn't a Catholic place so they invited us all to join in and the goth in me couldn't resist joining in.

It was SO lovely to go out and do grown up normie things. I never go out to dinner, let alone at a place like Shula's (still undefeated like Shula -Pitbull) so it was a rare treat. We got hot chocolate afterward and went to this neighborhood in town that is super fucking intense about their Christmas lights, like it's in the HOA that you have to put up holiday lights and each street is given a theme. It's a Southwest Florida thing. People sit in their parking lots and project movies on their garages around a bonfire and kids stand through sunroofs in pajamas as they slow-cruise the neighborhood like they're drunk bachelorettes at a party, it's cute.

My friend and her husband are lovely, kind, generous people. She was my lab partner in science class and it was a great deal for me because she was willing to do all the gross dissection that made my stomach churn, lol. She asked if I wanted to split a calamari appetizer and i was like, nooooo, remember in science class when we had to dissect them???? And then we deep fried them??? And the portable smelled like fried fish for two weeks???? I haven't been able to get that horrible rotten fish smell out of my mind every time I see calamari.

And she was like, "that was when I became a fan!" rofl. Everyone who's grossed out in science class should have a lab partner like her.

I also got to meet her two cats which, spectacular. one of them jumped on my lap and headbutted my hand. Excellent experience. I am grateful for her friendship, she has been so kind and friendly and warm all our lives, really.

Anyway, Merry Christmas and Happy first night of Hanukkah! It's after midnight where I am so we're on to both. I hope whatever you're doing for your holiday season is comforting and peaceful. I have been in a major depressive funk the last couple months since the election and Ernie's death happened in the span of a week, so it was nice to get out of my routine and put on jewelry and do my hair (I don't do make-up).

Just ate the rest of my steak. Sylvie got my little pieces of gristle. She still has mad separation anxiety and my roommate's said the first hour I was gone was rough, that she made both of them cry because she was crying so hard. Just wailing :( But she settled after an hour and then bonded with both of them even more, when I got home and they went to bed and I went to my room, she was like, "no, but mom, can we go back out and hang out with our friends??" She is still just a baby.

[theladyofbloodshed]

if you have read my christmas book...

it is dedicated to Pam. Lovely, wonderful, brilliant Pamela.

She was my bonus mum. She was friends with my old best friend's mum and heard a funny story about me involving Russian dolls then asked for my address to send me literally anything she saw with Russian dolls on - a packet of tissues, a peg, stickers, socks, anything - having never even met me.

We met in person when I was 16 and she came to visit England for the holidays with her family. We stayed in touch via postcards and emails. I went to visit her in Sweden for a holiday when I was 20 then her daughter moved to England so we'd meet each week after our driving lessons (our instructors were married to each other) and send Pam a selfie. She loved selfies. We once blocked the doors on the copenhagen metro because she wanted a selfie beside a sign. You couldn't leave her house without "let's take a selfie" and she'd take 12 terrible photos which would be pinging onto your phone before you even got in the car.

When i was 22, i moved to Copenhagen so most weekends, i caught the train over to her house in Sweden. We'd watch movies, go on trips together, take naps on the couch, cook English Sunday dinners together and just be a bonus mum and daughter.

She split from her husband and moved back to England not long after I did and she loved having friends over. I have been to so many Pam parties with the most eclectic mix of friends. She was so unbelievably kind and happy. She brought joy to everybody. Pam couldn't go in a store without taking a picture of a food she knew i liked or would buy me a treat because she thought I'd like it. She never ever forgot anybody's birthday. She once recognised my sister and niece from so stopped them in the street to take a selfie and send me. When my husband's mum - who knows zero english - visited, Pam still invited her over for cake and tea. They wrote messages to each other with google translate years later. At Christmas time, she'd always invite me round for snacks and a chat. And she loved hugs as much as I do.

She kicked cancer's ass twice, divorced a cheating husband after 26 years, had her heart re-started and still was taking day trips to Belfast by plane a couple of months before she passed away. Knowing that I'll never see her brilliant smile or hear her shout "exactly!!" when we shared a thought breaks me.

There was nobody like Pam ❤️

[eva-cybele]

a rare personal post appears, cut for emotional barf

today is my 14th wedding anniversary, and I'm still kind of grappling with my emotions around my wedding. not my marriage - love my husband, he's still great. I feel bad calling my memories of our wedding bittersweet, because it was absolutely nothing to do with him.

but I wanted a few things for my wedding. to wear a medieval dress/be in the closest thing I could find to a castle, to have a 3 tier cake, to have it on our dating anniversary of April 11th, and to have the traditional bride/bridesmaid experience with female friends around me. I would have been fine compromising on some, but I got literally none of these.

problem was, my husband's brother was in the military, so I ended up caving and getting married two days after christmas so my MIL could have her kids home for the holidays. the dresses and venue and cake I wanted were too expensive. we had the wedding at a church, with a pastor. a religious ceremony, which I also didn't want, because to do otherwise would be to invite a ton of fighting from both our families.

and this was my second year of university, when I was in the worst possible years of my life re: friendship. I hadn't made any friends at college, my high school best friend stopped talking to me the second we graduated. of the two HS friends I reached out to about being bridesmaids, one lied and told me she was moving to another country. another said yes and then ghosted me. I ended up with my cousin and two childhood friends I had barely hung out with in recent years that probably felt too bad to say no.

my bachelorette party was me, my photographer (wife of one of my husband's friends), and my mom. it was one of the loneliest nights of my life.

then after the wedding, my husband's friends covered our new car in shaving cream, which will eat through paint if you leave it. and put powdered coffee creamer in our vents, which blew out all over our recently-detailed interior. we didn't get all of that stuff out of the nooks and crannies by the time we sold the car last year. and we were at the car wash trying to rinse off our car in freezing temperatures long enough that we missed our paid-for fancy dinner at the hotel we were staying at for our wedding night. which was the only honeymoon we got.

everything just added up to something that was for everyone else, not for me. and I keep bouncing between "so what, it doesn't actually matter" and "but it mattered to me for some reason, and now I feel stupid that it mattered."

and a huge part of it is that at least in part, I bought into the 90s girl power ideal of close female friendship, and I have never had that. have rarely had more than one or two girl friends at a time at all, much less the tightknit group I always wanted. I've never been asked to be in anyone else's wedding either, so it's like...idk. growing up I was always on the fringes of every friend group I had, the one who they let hang around but wasn't really included. so it's hard to shake that feeling even now, when I have honestly more friends than I ever have. sometimes I still doubt if they actually like me or just put up with me being there because I run the discords they use to hang out with their real friends.

I don't know where I'm going with this and honestly it's at least 90% fueled by me being PMSy, recovering from a stomach bug that hit me like a truck on Christmas day, and having honestly an absolutely terrible year in most respects.

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag game Tuesday ✨️

I was tagged by these sunshines Macy @celestialmickey Jay @surviving-maybe Evie @energievie Ling @lingy910y Ri @tanktopgallavich Deanna @deedala Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Deena @suzy-queued Kaka @stocious Laurel @lupeloto thank youuuu 💝

Name: Myn

Age: 26

How many hours of sleep did you get last night? Ohhh I clocked in around 8, which is pretty good but also bc i wasn't feeling pretty good lol

Which do you use more: tumblr mobile or desktop? More mobile gotta have my online besties in my pocket 🥰

A hobby you’d like to pick up: Ohhh so many things I'd love to do animation but for a physical craft I bought my niece a crochet mushroom at a Con & it was sooo cool.

If you were a crayon, what colout would you be? The pink you see in the sky during a sunrise 🩷

What was your average screen time last week? what are you, a fed? Holy fuck 10 hours & 32 min but to be fair I put youtube on the background & do stuff!!! And it's 16min less than last week lmao 😅

A song you put on every playlist: Like Jay I don't really do playlists. I usually pick an artist I love & listen to an album over & over again lol

Favourite holiday: I don't really have one I guess I'd say Xmas bc I love gifting ppl stuff

Something on your bucket list: Meeting y'all my internet friends, make an animation & write fanfic

You’re invited to a costume party, what are you dressing up as? I'd love to do an anime character bc cosplaying is fun. I'd go with someone with a fun hair colour & outfit. Ichigo from Tokyo Mew Mew

What show takes up the most space in your brain? It's a little something that starting with Shame & ends with less. Can't help it those husbands got me locked down 🥰

and finally, share something you’re looking forward to: Getting my driver's licence doing a test tomorrow wish me luck loves 🍀Barbie movie bc I'm gonna go barbie mode for my birthday at the end of the month 🎀

I'll tag these sweetpeas if they wanna play 💕 @scarcrosseduntouched @ian-galagher @jomilky @auds-and-evens @callivich @rereadanon @sweetbee78 @beebabycastiel-main @y0itsbri @whaticameherefor @good-then-dont @chicanomick @mikcrymilkovich @look-i-love-u @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @milkmaidovich @darthvaders-wife @psychicskulldamage @gallavichgeek @transmickey @creepkinginc @mishervellous @crossmydna @deathclassic @you-show-me-love @annatrow @7x10mickey @lalazeewrites

[firetrucks-fastcars]

Tagged by @chaotictarlos

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

My Bloody Valentine

“Well that was eventful,” Carlos said as he slid the loft door shut behind them, clicking the lock into place. 

“That’s an understatement babe,” TK chuckled, kicking off his shoes and moving into the living room. “I just wish we could have one normal date. I’m sorry our plans got ruined.”

“It’s not your fault baby. Why don’t you go grab a shower? I’m gonna set the alarm and then I’ll join you.”

TK looked down at himself and cringed. He’d been able to clean most of the blood off his hands and arms before leaving the restaurant, but his shirt looked like a lost cause. 

“At least it’s not my blood this time?”

Closed For Maintenance

TK fidgeted with a loose string in the bottom of his hoodie, wrapping it around his finger until his nail went white, before unraveling it and doing it again. He wasn’t sure what was eating at him. He knew better than to assume Carlos asking him to talk about something was bad news. Carlos wouldn’t spring something on him like that. Even so, when Carlos had uttered those three words over dinner, the food in TK’s mouth had turned to ash. He nodded wordlessly at his fiance and resigned himself to picking at his suddenly tasteless dinner until Carlos was finished. Now he was sitting across from him on the couch, torturing himself until Carlos spoke.

By My Side

“Carlos Reyes, I swear if you don’t sit your ass on that couch I’m calling your mother.”

“I’m not an invalid TK,” Carlos huffed. “I can get my own water.”

“I know you’re not honey,” TK soothed, setting the glass down on the coffee table and running a hand through Carlos’ dirty hair. He hadn’t had a chance to shower since the accident, having to settle for the quick sponge baths and dry shampoo given in the hospital. “But,” he continued. “You have a broken leg and two fractured ribs. You’re looking at a twelve-week recovery minimum. And that’s just for the leg. I know you hate it, but you’ve got to take it easy.”

“I am taking it easy,” he grumbled. “I’ve barely moved off the damn couch for two days.”

Unconventional Methods

TK didn’t know why he was awake. Typically there were only a few reasons he’d be awake at 3 am. He hadn’t had a nightmare, they’d been few and far between in recent months. There were ringing alarm bells or lingering smell of smoke in the air (thank God) and no early morning proposals to be made (the matching gold rings in the dish on their bathroom counter took care of that). He didn’t have to pee and no part of his body hurt, so there was no reason he shouldn’t have been dead to the world. 

I'll Be Cleaning Up Bottles With You (On New Year's Day)

Carlos wasn’t used to sleeping in. Even on days when he wasn’t working, he was up by sunrise to go for his run, stopping on the way home to pick up muffins and coffee for himself and TK to enjoy before his husband ran off to work or before they started on whatever responsibilities they had for the day. Today, however, when he rolled over to check his phone, he was appalled to find that it was almost noon.

There was a straightforward explanation for his laziness, New Year’s Eve. He and TK had invited over their friends to the loft for a party the night before. They’d kept it relaxed and fun, nothing vastly different from the other 126 hangs that happened at their house, aside from the presence of Judd, Grace, and Charlie. However, they’d stayed up well past midnight, and frankly, Carlos was too old for that shit.

The Holiday Season

“Buck, Buck! Dad! Wake up! It’s Christmas Eve, you gotta get up!”

“Wha-?”

Buck was barely awake enough to brace himself as Christopher clambered onto the bed, flopping down right in the center of Buck’s chest. Two small hands held his cheeks, and he leaned in to press their noses together as he spoke.

“Buck, get up.”

Buck slowly opened his eyes, going cross-eyed as he tried to focus on Chris. Eddie groaned next to him, rolling over and blinking blearily at them.

“Good, you’re up,” Christopher said, sitting up but not moving from his position on Buck’s chest. He said it as if he’d already forgotten that it was his commotion that had ripped them from their peaceful sleep.

The Set Up

He didn’t hate Austin nearly as much as he thought he would. It wasn’t even close to what he was used to. Everything was smaller than in New York, people were much closer, not in a physical way, but in an emotional one. They knew everything about each other and news traveled fast. Everyone in Austin proper had known about him and his dad before their plane even touched down. 

They’d known about his injury before they’d even met him. They’d expected the limp and the sour attitude that came along with a career-ending leg break. His dad’s new team had looked at them with pity for a few days, feeling somewhat guilty every time he went to the firehouse to visit or bring his dad lunch. That was until he started hanging around and kicking their asses at foosball and video games, which earned him a little respect, the amount of which grew every day, until they were friends. 

Christmas Tree Farm

Winter in Austin was a different kind of cold. TK was used to snow and ice, all of the things that came with winter in the North. This was a different kind of cold. This cold seeped through his layers of a hoodie and coat, chilling him to the bone. He pressed a little closer to Carlos, wrapping his chilled hands around his bicep as they walked through the Christmas market set up downtown. 

“Are you cold babe?” Carlos asked.

“A little,” TK admitted, breath clouding around his face as he spoke. 

“I’m getting you a better jacket for Christmas. I don’t like you being cold.”

“I don’t like it either.”

“We can go home if you want. We can do this on a day that’s less cold.”

“Nope. We promised Noah we’d have a Christmas tree when we got home and I will not disappoint him.”

Hot Chocolate Weather

“I’m not liking the way this looks,” Carlos grumbled, stepping away from the window where he’d been peeking out at the storm. The plastic blinds crackled when he released them and TK pushed down the urge to fuss about him bending the pieces. It was a pet peeve he'd never been able to get over after years of being scolded for peering through the blinds of rented apartments in the same fashion. As if sensing his frustration, Carlos gently adjusted the bent piece before drawing the curtains over the window. Out of sight, out of mind. 

“Do you think it’s gonna get bad? Judd was saying something about tornado weather.”

TK really hated storms. They weren’t an anomaly in New York but something about the humidity of the South and the potential for tornadoes made it worse. Plus past experiences with storms, rain, ice, dust, or otherwise, he was understandably wary of weather that wasn’t sunny and blue skies. 

Paper Rings (Buddie's Version)

It started as a joke really. Buck wasn’t sure where he’d gotten the notion, maybe from that stupidly catchy Taylor Swift song May had been so insistent on playing all summer. Something about it had wormed its way into a small corner of his brain and he couldn’t shake the words.

I’d marry you with paper rings

He’d thought about marrying Eddie. Of course, he had. A small part of him felt he and Eddie had been married for years, had been married since they’d stopped posturing over a man with a grenade in his leg and became some semblance of friends. Since Eddie had looked him in the eyes, stupidly large hand on his shoulder and ridiculously soulful brown eyes filled with so much sincerity and concern, and said “There is no one in this world I trust with my son more than you.” He’d thought about it more recently, as they crossed the threshold over one year of dating. He thought about the pages of bookmarked rings he was hiding from Eddie on his laptop. He was months away from clicking the button to buy one, they had time, but he wanted it more than anything. 

Tagging: anyone who wants to :)

[dastardly-ethereal-love]

So David interviews Michael on his podcast and I loved the whole thing but especially the end…

He quotes T S Elliott’s words ‘these fragments I have shored against my ruin’ and he talks about how life is hard and as you get older you realise the importance of finding things, fragments that bring you joy and hold them close to you.

I feel like Good Omens, this fandom and our ineffable husbands have been such a huge part of what has kept me afloat lately.

It’s an easy dopamine hit which then takes me to the next and then the next. It makes me appreciate that I can still feel happiness and that I want it! I want to experience all of life’s goodness! So I take myself to plays and invite friends along with me. I take myself to art galleries and then invite friends along. I go on bush walks and then invite friends too. Haha I drive down to Dural and eat delicious French crepes and bask under trees and enjoy just being in a new place in the sunshine. I listen to music and find pieces of them in songs that break my heart and fill my heart with joy. I particularly am surprised at how easy it has been to invite people into my life in this way and then to be invited into theirs now… so I went to a dinner party last week with Nesha and this week I’m going out to dinner with Anna. I’m just way more open than I used to be when I was married… losing that relationship has meant I’m way more open to good things and good things from the many good people who are around me.

When I lost my marriage and had a miscarriage within the same week… I thought life was pretty much over. I ended up in hospital for 3 days to give myself space to sort out my head. In October that will have been 2 years ago. I can’t believe it’s been almost a year and a half since he left. I thought afterward that I wanted to sort all of Tom’s stuff and set it aside… just wanted to have our house reflect the fact that it wasn’t our house anymore. My therapist said there was no rush. It’s still no rush and I’ve let Tom put big art pieces in the garage to give Jacob and him more living space in their ‘cottage’. It’s been a much healthier process of slowly changing photos on the walls to reflect the passage of time. I’ve still got our wedding photos up though. I’m not ready to take those down because that really was one of the happiest days of my life. Haha Regardless of how it turned out. It gave us a beautiful son who has the biggest heart and most funny, creative mind. His dance moves these days bring me so much joy. :D

But I’m slowly sorting and changing my living space to reflect where I’m at now and I like it. I like that I can look after myself. I like that I haven’t been destroyed by this. I like that I have beautiful friends around me, lovely plants on my balcony and windowsills, can arrange Jacob’s toys in ways around the house that are functional and beautiful so that he can build and draw and create with everything he needs at his fingertips.

I am starting to feel like my place is getting back on track too in terms of me feeling at peace. I’ve had a bit more time at home lately with and without Jacob since school holidays were a week ago and I’m starting to remember that I love to embroider and do crafty stuff. I love selling stuff too on FB marketplace and seeing things I no longer need go to a good home. :D

I just fucking love life. I think I’m feeling a whole damn lot of contentment even if things are not perfect because I’m learning to damn well just enjoy the fucking moment and give up on perfect. I used to think my perfectionism wasn’t good for me but was worth it… but now I think that way lies burn out and madness. I’m enjoying finding a new way forward. :)

[hauntedwitch04]

Pumpinks field

🎃Halloween party🎃  

Azriel x reader

Words: about 0.9k words

Warning: totally fluffy, mention of smut and a bit nostalgic 

Author’s note: 13th and we nearly half way! We are kidding right! The 1st October was yesterday!

✒️:     “Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have X that it is an empty head.”

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As soon as you hit the ground you can't help but jump for joy. Your mate's arms are still on your waist after flying you for about a couple of hours to reach the Autumn Court. Your relationship with Eris had improved a lot in recent years after he became High Lord of Autumn Court, so much so that he had invited you for the traditional pumpkin picking for the Ghost Festival held every year in his court. At first you weren't too sure about going, but curiosity took over, and now you can't help but be happy about this choice. 

When you were a child, every year your family came to visit relatives in the Autumn Court at this very time, and so you always celebrated this holiday. To relive it now with your partner is something very exciting, and you can't help but feel a little nostalgic. 

You turn to see Azriel looking at you with a sweet gaze, and you can't help but smile. You wrap your arms around his neck as he imitates you by putting them on your hips. Just as you are about to kiss, another Illiryan lands, less elegantly than Az, next to you. 

"Is it possible that you two are always clinging to each other? Is there a single moment when you do not share your saliva, or do you intend to exchange DNA for the next few centuries?" Says Cassian sarcastically, with a smile on his lips, as he rests Nesta on the ground, who laughs at his companion's words. 

"You better not talk Cassian, because until proven otherwise you two are the ones who fucked in the dining room-" Azriel replies, only to be interrupted by a female voice. 

"Guys, I'd say it's time to call it a day." Feyre intervenes, flanked by her husband, who have appeared before us. 

"As if the world didn't already know how messy the Court of Night is." Continues a male voice, which does not belong to any of us. From the corner from the garden where we had arrived emerges the owner of the land where we were, Eris himself, with all the grace of a High Fae. He entertains a brief conversation with Rhysand as he leads us inside the building. 

You don't remember how you got then to the pumpkin patch, only know that you stand in silence at its beauty and all the beautiful memories it brings to your mind. 

"I too was speechless the first time. It is a beautiful sight." Says a voice behind you, coming to stand next to you, and you find out it is Eris. You smile at him, as you continue to watch the children run and laugh happily, and tears come unintentionally. 

"I used to come here as a child to get my pumpkin with my cousins. I loved this view, and after so long I didn't remember it being so beautiful." You answer, and he stands looking at you. He says nothing, smiles, and walks away, resting a hand on your shoulder before walking away, as if to tell you he understood what you were saying, then going to his partner and his children. 

You see Nyx running across the field with Feyre behind and Rhys smiling at that sight, and you too cannot help but be happy for your friends. You begin to wander, and you stay for hours choosing, until you find the right one. 

You touch it, turn it around and admire it, and every second you think it's the most beautiful one you've ever seen. 

"Did you pick this one?" You hear Azriel ask, so you look up and see him looking at you in confusion 

"Don't you like it?" You ask worriedly. 

"Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have Cassian that it is an empty head? That's my only question." He asks you smiling as you see his brother slap his neck from behind. 

"Watch your mouth, lover boy, or I'll be forced to tell your partner things she can't even imagine." The Commander says laughingly, as the Shadowsinger suddenly whitens. 

"You wouldn't dare." He tells his brother Azriel. 

"No, dare instead my dear, I need to know more." You reply instead, taking the gourd in your arms and laying it in the arms of your husband, still shocked by your words, and then taking Cassian under your arm. 

"Then starting by saying that when you were not yet together, he would often prepare speeches to ask you out, which he would then never succeed in doing because he failed miserably or that night sometimes-" 

"Cassian dares to say another word, and you're a dead bat!" Shouts Azriel. 

"Are you telling her about our Azzy's dreams?!" Rhysand asks curiously, coming up next to you, and you can't help but laugh. 

You may be feeling nostalgic for the old times you spent here with your family, but you can't help but be happy for the ones you are having now and will have with your new family.

[mjolnir-steve]

The Knit before Christmas

Curtis Everett x fem!reader

Word count: 1520

Summary: Curtis doesn’t like the holidays much (for good reason), but maybe your gifts to him will help him see this time of year in a different light. ✨

Warnings: angst, character death (not Curtis or reader), adult situations, fluff to make it all better

This is my first entry for @stargazingfangirl18, @navybrat817, and @drabblewithfrannybarnes's Happy Hoelidays Challenge! Thank you so much to all of you for putting this together. I’m so excited to participate. 🥰

I also have to thank my bestie, Thevy (@the-sal-del-mar), for the exquisitely fluffy idea. I shared my prompts with her, and she is officially my “plot dealer,” as she would say. She also came up with the title, and I'm obsessed. This fic is for her, so I really hope she loves it! 💖

Ingredients: Curtis Everett, first snowfall, “You made this for me?”, friends to lovers, turning a holiday Grinch’s frown upside down, “Oh, honey. You know you really shouldn’t tease me.”

(Dialogue prompts are in bold!)

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The ink was barely dry on the gift tag on your husband’s Christmas present when you felt a rush of cold air with the opening and closing of your front door.

“Honey, you home?” You relaxed at the sound of his voice, slightly muffled by the scarf still wrapped around his face.

“On the couch, baby.”

Another few moments passed before he joined you in the living room, laying his scarf and beanie to dry on the hearth after closing the firescreen.

“Where’s your car? You know I don’t like you driving in the snow.” Curtis kissed your forehead softly, but quickly, plopping down next to you.

“First, hello to you, too. Second, it’s snowing?! I knew I smelled it this morning.”

“You and your Gilmore Girls references.”

“You’re just pissed that you’re practically the Luke of my dreams. If only you owned a diner...” You let out a dramatic sigh, placing your chin in your hand.

He laughed softly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “And I’m sorry. You know how I get with this weather, Y/N.” The prickle of his beard against your cheek when he kissed it guaranteed your acceptance of his apology. “Hi, honey.”

-

You did know how he got with this weather.

You met Curtis when he asked to sit with you at lunch on the first day of high school, recognizing the back of your head from third-period algebra. Before long, the two of you became inseparable, spending evenings together studying and weekends together just being.

You got to know each other’s families. Curtis’ parents cared for you like you were their own. His grandmother taught you how to crochet, delighted that you took her grandson’s place when he gave up after 20 minutes. Both your parents and his loved you two together, even though you were only friends at the time.

Then came winter break of senior year. Mr. and Mrs. Everett’s anniversary was coming up, and they planned to spend it on a cross-country train, seeing all the sights in between. Their train departed the day after Christmas.

It was the last time Curtis saw them. A combination of faulty brakes and a worse-than-predicted snowstorm led to a fatal crash about an hour into the journey. Curtis’ grandmother had a heart attack upon receiving the news.

Curtis ended the first half of senior year thinking he’d finally kiss you on New Year’s Eve at the frat party your friend’s sister got you invited to. He went into his second half of senior year effectively an orphan. His only other relatives were living and working overseas at the time, so they made arrangements with your parents, who insisted Curtis live with you in order to finish high school. Instead of going to that party, he spent that night lying on the couch with you, crying silently into the side of your neck.

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You snuggled closer into his side, gently kicking his present under the coffee table, pushing it out of view until you were ready to give it to him. He grabbed your left hand with his right, admiring the rings he was able to put on your finger over the last few years, before entwining his fingers with yours.

“To answer your question, though, I pulled my car into the garage. When I smelled the snow, I didn’t want you to have to park in the street. I’ll accept my Most Thoughtful Wife Award in the form of a massage. You can choose which part of me to massage, though.”

The volume of the yelp that escaped you sent Curtis into a fit of laughter as he flipped you over, rolling you onto the floor. “Oh, honey. You know you really shouldn’t tease me.” He began kissing up one side of your jawline, suddenly stopping once he got to the other. “Whatcha got under the table, Y/N?”

Before you could stop him, he reached out and grabbed the gift bag, spotting his name on the tag, written in your practiced calligraphy you whipped out for special occasions. “I thought we agreed on no gifts.” His eyes were soft when he looked back at you.

“You say that every year, Curtis, and every year, we both spoil each other rotten. I would never agree to such nonsense.” He tried to hide his smile, biting the inside of his rosy cheek. “If it makes you feel any better, it wasn’t expensive.” It will be, you thought to yourself.

“Gee, thanks, Most Thoughtful Wife!” he snorted, pretending to rattle the bag’s contents.

You sat up, folding your hands over your bent knees. “You can open it now if you want. Actually, I’d prefer it if you did.”

He squinted at you, jokingly annoyed. “You know the only thing I hate more than presents is being told to open presents early. We have a whole week left.”

“Your mouth says one thing, but your pulling at the tissue paper says another.” He stuck his tongue out at you in response, almost looking like he did when you teased each other in school all those years ago.

Once past the tissue paper, Curtis removed the first item from the bag. He smiled at the stuffed animal, a round ball of brown fluff with soft antlers, big eyes, and glittery accents.

“A toy?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Not exactly the kinda toy I thought my hot wife would give me, but I gue- OW!” He smacked at your foot that you’d just used to poke him in the ribs.

“Don’t be gross, Curtis! Besides, that’s more of a clue than it is the actual gift.”

He pursed his lips as he turned the toy over, searching for an answer.

“Did you get me fudge? His name is Fudge…” He continued mumbling to himself for a moment before you decided to help him out.

“Sadly, there is no fudge. What kind of toy is it?”

“A stuffed animal… A Beanie Baby? I don’t get it.”

“Look in the bag, baby.” You were tapping your fingers against your knees, trying to hide your nerves as he opened his next present.

The beanie perfectly matched his own, but in miniature. He wore the original black cap you’d made for him almost every day since you’d given it to him, but he could see how much your crocheting skills had improved over the years. It was perfect and so soft in his hands, but he was confused by the small size.

“You made this for me? I love it, honey, but I don’t think it will fit my head.”

You bit your tongue so as not to comment on the size of the brain in his big head. “Think about it, my love.” You scooted closer to him. “The hat wouldn’t fit an adult, but it would fit a…”

“A Beanie Baby?” He looked down at the tiny beanie and at the stuffed animal, bewildered more than anything when you slapped your cheeks forward into your palms.

“Curtis! Come onnnnn.”

Finally, you could see him putting the puzzle together, nearly giving himself whiplash when he turned to look at you.

“Holy shit, are you- Oh, man. Really?” The tears on his cheeks glistened in the glow from the fireplace.

You nodded at him, biting your lip to keep from crying when you realized there was a happiness behind his eyes you had only seen once or twice since the accident. “There’s one more gift in the bag, baby.”

This time, he found an adult-sized beanie, but with an embellishment on the cuff - shimmery white embroidery that read, “#1 Dad”.

“Yours is so worn and I’ve already mended it so many times. I had finished it just before I thought to take the test, so when I found out, I made the mini one and embroidered yours. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I wanted to surprise you.”

“Honey, don’t ever be sorry for this.” He stood quickly, grabbing his old beanie from where it was drying on the hearth. “This is the best surprise of my life, even if I was too stupid to put it together.” He reached for the top of the tree, placing the tattered cap over the star already there.

“Oh, Curtis.” You couldn’t help the sob that escaped you when he returned to you on the floor and rested his head on your belly after tugging his gift over his head.

“You just keep changing my life, Y/N. You made me a husband. Now you’ve made me a dad. You made a beanie for me, and now you’re making our baby.”

“Well, you had something to do with that one.”

You felt him hum in amusement against your tummy as you scratched through the short hairs at the back of his neck. “I love you, Mama.” He peppered kisses all over the exposed sliver of skin. “And I love you, too, Beanie Baby.”

You leaned down and kissed his forehead, a new warmth in your chest. “I love you, too, Daddy. Merry Christmas, Curtis.”

“I guess it actually is, huh?”

[suzy-queued]

Hi Suzy! How are you today?

Time for Gallavich wedding headcanons: 1. Besides edible boxers from Carl and the honeymoon Car from Liam, what wedding gifts do they get? 2. What flavor was their wedding cake? 3. How the fuck do they have 120 guests at the wedding? Who are they inviting? (only to claim they have no friends a season later?) 4. Why did Ian say Mickey and not Mikhailo? 5. What's one thing in the wedding that way important to Ian? (Chiavari chairs level important)

For a lot of the guests, Ian and Mickey are their token gay friends/family. People don't quite know what to buy, so they end up buying uncomfortable things like rainbow-colored candles and pride wreaths for the front door. Any Milkoviches who showed up gifted things that they stole, like a single steak knife or a carton of cigarettes. But Ian and Mickey's favorite (?) gift was a strange ceramic salt and pepper shaker set in the shape of a badgers. So random but so them.

By the time they got to cake tasting, they were so bleary-eyed they didn't have much of a preference. "All of these are the best cake I've ever tasted," Mickey said. They went with the most affordable option of vanilla/white cake with a buttercream frosting.

I have hit my head against the wall over and over again, and I still have no idea who came to that wedding. I can't even make something up because it's so wrong. Realistically, they would have had all the Gallagher siblings, maybe 1-2 Milkoviches, that one friend Ian made in the Army, a couple of guys Mickey sold guns to, and the Alibi crowd.

Ahh, "Mickey." Ian said this name because he wanted to show the intimacy between then. "You aren't Mikhailo to me, you're my Mickey. We've been through too much for me to call you by your full name that no one ever uses."

Ian was all about the reception and what happened after: the music they danced to, the booze, the bird seed people threw, the honeymoon suite. He was less concerned about the actual ceremony and more interested in partying with his husband.

Thank you for this ask! I know I'm a bit late. I had a nice relaxing holiday weekend with my family where I mostly stayed off the internet. ❤️ I hope you're doing well!

[abduct-me-helen]

r/legaladvice

Posted by u/ebouchard 2 months ago

My husband has embarrassed me at the annual institute holiday party for the last time. I want another divorce.

My husband, soon to be ex-husband if all goes as planned, was leering at an archival assistant the other day. He also had a bit too much to drink, and started talking about various…personal activities that I would’ve preferred be undisclosed. Now, I’ve divorced him before, but this time he seems fit to antagonize me and not sign the papers. Not just that, but he’s also disappeared, which isn’t uncommon but is still frustrating when I’m trying to divorce him. He always gets in a hissy fit when I divorce him, but this time he’s just being petty.

Is there a way to divorce him without needing to track him down in order to have him sign the papers? He’s the captain of a ship and when he gets…petulant, he often sails for a few months before returning to his moorhouse. During these times, it’s notoriously hard to contact him, much less find him.

tl;dr: my husband ran away in an attempt to be petty and now I can’t divorce him. What do I do?

Edit: Please stop making remarks on the healthiness of our relationship. It’s none of your business, and we are perfectly fine.

Edit: We got divorced again since I made the first post.

Edit: We are now remarried again.

 crawbed008 3.1k points · 2 weeks ago

    | He always gets in a hissy fit when I divorce him, but this time he’s just being petty.

wait, what do you mean by “always”??

     ebouchard 1.5k points · 2 weeks ago

             whenever I try to divorce him, he acts petulant.

                  sisenore_k 675 points · 2 weeks ago

                          do you divorce him often lmao???

                                    ebouchard 1.2k points · 2 weeks ago

                                        yes.

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getsome_69 352 points · 1 week ago

            op how many times have you two gotten divorced so far

                 ebouchard 2.1k points · 2 weeks ago

                       six, though there were a few we didn’t go through on legally.

                              kokobura2 126 points · 2 weeks ago

                                        SIX??? good god op why do you even keep remarrying

                                              ebouchard 1.5k points · 2 weeks ago

                                                      money.

                                           stonks 782 points · 2 weeks ago

i know op in rl and the real reason is that they’re the    

only people willing to put up with each other

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r/relationship_advice

Posted by u/bigboyman 1 month ago

I (48M) feel like my husband is very clingy and I’m a person who needs solitude to survive. What should I do?

My husband is always talking to me. I just want to be left alone, but he just keeps on scheming. He’s always ranting about hiding tapes and the watcher’s crown and it is getting tedious having to listen to his, well, words in general.

How should I ask for more space?

 poorandtiredbutyolo 2.2k points · 2 weeks ago

I have a clingy partner too, and what I do is set clear boundaries. I also make sure to set time towards my partner outside of those times when I’m alone, like having dinner every night and having movie/games night once a week.

      bigboyman 1.5k points · 2 weeks ago

           I interact with him far less already then I would if I did that.

                   asunachan3 203 points · 2 weeks ago

                        how much do you talk to him?                                   

                                     bigboyman 1.5k points · 2 weeks ago

                                               at least once every three months

asunachan3 203 points · 2 weeks ago

                                                                   and you’re MARRIED?!???

                                                                            bigboyman 1.2k points · 2 weeks ago

I know, it’s a lot. You see why I can’t stand him being so clingy?

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 tania9 421 points · 2 weeks ago

    from reading the replies, I can only assume you hate your husband.

                bigboyman 1k points · 2 weeks ago

                                despise, actually.

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Pastasauceandspagett 608 points · 1 month ago

      I don’t know how OP could possibly salvage this relationship if they hate each other and only talk every three months.

bigboyman 4.2k points · 1 week ago

                                The wedding is in four days.

 Allicecarter2002 4.2k points · 1 week ago

                               I thought you were already married??

                                                                      bigboyman 4.2k points · 1 week ago

oh, we got divorced about a week after I made the post and then he proposed again a week after that.

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 r/pettyrevenge

Posted by u/notjonnydville 3 weeks ago

I had my archival assistants spit in his tea.

My boss is a huge bastard. He is just, awful. He always looks like you’re amusing him but in that kind of way where he’s looking like you like a meal. He is just a horrible human being. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed someone. That’s the kind of person he is.

Anyway, I usually try to keep a professional relationship with my assistants but a few nights ago they invited me to go out for drinks with them and my friend blackmailed me into it. We got hammered. It was a truly…special experience. Ever since then, I’ve been on better terms with them. We even have a groupchat.

The situation goes like this: he’s been ranting to me for the last hour about things I ALREADY KNOW in that pompous, annoying voice of his. Anyway, I texted one of my assistants, I’ll call him M, and M comes in mid rant. I very sternly ask “why haven’t you made [our boss’s name, I’ll refer to him as E] tea yet?”

I kind of put him on the spot and he just stayed there with his jaw dropped. I told him to go make E a cup of tea, so he scurries out.

I wait about 30 seconds and then discretely text the groupchat: “spit in his tea M.”

Anyway, they go absolutely *ballistic* and T, another one of my assistants, sprints halfway across the building (I hear he even knocked into our secretary), just to spit in E’s tea too. My last assistant is a bit wearier but she does it too.

M comes back with the tea and hands it to E before quickly leaving. A few minutes pass and E still hasn’t touched his tea.

So I remind him that M makes very good tea and he’d be disappointed if E didn’t drink it.

There is a quiet battle of wills.

Now, I don’t know how to put this without sounding insane, but our boss…he just *knows* things. He’s psychic, or something like that. There is absolutely NO way he didn’t know the tea was messed with. He knows, he knows I know, and we silently stare at each other without moving.

Finally, *finally*, still making direct eye contact with me, he takes a sip of his tea and purses his lips. I ask him if he isn’t thirsty.

He says he isn’t, and leaves the room. I never did find out what happened to that tea.

tl;dr: I got my archival assistants to spit in my asshole bosses’ tea. It was glorious.

leavemealone 2k points · 2 weeks ago

    holy *shit*, OP, did you ever get in trouble????

           notjonnydville 2.1k points · 2 weeks ago

                   he didn’t have any evidence, so no.

maya_herse331 782 points · 1 week

    did he ever try to get revenge?

           notjonnydville 7.1k points · 2 weeks ago

                   he framed me for murder, but I’m still not sure if that was directly related.

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