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wanderingmind867 · 2 months ago
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I have a plan to help me with my Christmas List, Me and my dad renewed his library card (although he forgot to renew mine), and i'm planning to pick some books out from the local public library. Specifically, I'm mostly going for the Rick Riordan Presents books, and Rick Riordan's novel Daughter of the Deep. Then I'll skim them and see if they seem to be up my alley. If they are, I'll add them to my Christmas list. If not, then I guess at least I'll know they're not for me? Either way, I'm pretty much all set for books on my Christmas List now. All I might want to pad my list out with is video games and dvds, now. So I just need to think of some of those now. sigh...
In doing this, I also realized my public libraries website has changed a lot over the years. The last time I used it was probably five years ago. And wow, it's really changed a lot over the years. It looks nice, but it certainly felt harder to navigate than the old website. Maybe that's just the nostalgia and reminisce talking, but it's true. It felt harder to navigate, so let's just hope I actually did put all the books on hold.
This post got no attention whatsoever yesterday. Zero notes. And since this whole christmas list thing is mildly important to me, and plus the fact that i'm frequently the type of person who seems to need validation that i'm being heard, to the point where I always get paranoid my dad isn't paying attention to me, i'm just going to reblog this again. And probably keep reblogging it until it gets at least one note.
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astonmartinii · 24 days ago
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day ten: three (un)wise men | lando norris social media au
pairing: lando norris x fem piastri reader
christmas time is the one time of year oscar has some peace and quiet away from his teammate... or at least it was
MASTERLIST | TIP JAR
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yourusername: the piastri house just got a bit busier
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user2: just take me out back and put me out of my misery
user3: add me to the list
oscarpiastri: i think you'll find it was quite busy enough
yourusername: boring, get a new routine bozo
oscarpiastri: i am not wholly opposed to this relationship but that was before he invaded our house and got mum to get rid of all of my salmon
landonorris: i am ALLERGIC
oscarpiastri: that's such a lie ???
landonorris: your mum believed it
oscarpiastri: you're just letting him lie to mum @yourusername
yourusername: he didn't lie he just embellished the truth
oscarpiastri: i'm telling mum we've just thrown out perfectly good salmon
landonorris: NOOOOOO
yourusername: well this isn't dramatic at all
oscarpiastri: @zakbrownceo lando just pushed me down the stairs
landonorris: snitches get stitches
oscarpiastri: i probably already need some :(
yourusername: you're literally fine osc let's stop being dramatic please
user4: my new years wish is to be in a relationship like theirs
user5: i think i would do anything at this point
user6: in brother's best friend we believe
oscarpiastri: BEST FRIEND?
landonorris: wow osc tell me how you really feel
oscarpiastri: i mean i like you, i tolerate your relationship with my sister but i draw the line at saying you're my best friend
logansargeant: logan sargeant erasure for sure
user7: so like now y/n is done with her degree will we get her in the paddock more
mclarenf1: not if this is what happens when she's around
user8: it's funny?
mclarenf1: oscar got thrown down the stairs over fish?
user9: they're called the three unwise men for a reason
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landonorris: first christmas down under
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user10: why is this actually making me want a hot christmas?
user11: if it seems so wrong why do i want it to be right?
user12: i can't be sweaty while eating christmas dinner sorry
yourusername: that's not necessarily true
landonorris: oh! yes... hehehehe
oscarpiastri: SHUT THE FUCK UP
yourusername: why are you in our business ?
oscarpiastri: you're making it my business
landonorris: and how would we be doing that?
oscarpiastri: you're cuddled up like two ft away from me, giggling very loudly and saying 'what you gonna say to that osc'
yourusername: us? never!
oscarpiastri: i'm going to tear out my hair before the end of christmas
yourusername: with that forehead? no you won't
oscarpiastri: life was so peaceful when you went to lando's for christmas
landonorris: it might have been peaceful but you did miss us ... the phone logs prove it
user13: they gotta be so annoying for the other piastris
user14: idk i think they're like puppies that have to get all of their zoomies out and then just pass out on the couch
user15: more like lando and y/n are the big bumbling dogs and oscar is the one unimpressed cat who will on occasion chase their tails
carlossainz55: and yet you never made the short trip to spain... makes you think
yourusername: i'm way cuter than you
carlossainz55: is it just a piastri thing to be annoying
oscarpiastri: excuse me?
carlossainz55: you heard me the first time
yourusername: this is a crazy hill to die on considering lando will be a piastri in the near future
oscarpiastri: he basically already is
landonorris: omg i knew you guys loved me
carlossainz55: ew?
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oscarpiastri: you know what they were right to call us the three unwise men because why did i come down to get a glass of water to see lando under the tree in nothing but a ribbon i NEED all three of us dead at this point
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user17: exsqueeze me?
user18: lord i have seen what you have done for other people
user19: my only thing is ... lando doesn't seem the most flexible how did he do the ribbon bows himself ...
maxfewtrell: most traumatic facetime of my life
yourusername: you can be angry about this, i personally do not give a fuck
oscarpiastri: that much is clear
yourusername: lando made it very clear that we had bagsied the living room for the evening
oscarpiastri: you have a christmas tree in your room? why didn't you do that there?
yourusername: you have an en suite you could've gotten a glass of water from there?
landonorris: i think i know the issue here
oscarpiastri: oh please do share your wisdom
landonorris: you seeing me like that changed something inside of you
landonorris: are you having an identity crisis osc?
oscarpiastri: no?
yourusername: good! he's mine!
oscarpiastri: i was in shock because i saw my future brother in law 90% naked on my living room floor
landonorris: i can see that
yourusername: omg look at us we're so good at talking it through - therapy who?
alexalbon: PLEASE STILL GO TO THERAPY DEAR LORD
oscarpiastri: i will defo still be talking to my therapist about this
user20: i know the caption is traumatising but also lets have a second to think about how oscar has just posted three memes of himself
oscarpiastri: i have a very expressive face i gotta use it
maxverstappen1: wowwowowow lando is stooping low for the mental games this season
maxverstappen1: let it be known lando, gay chicken is not very effective in psychological warfare
landonorris: okay?
maxverstappen1: it will just take your love away from you ....
landonorris: i don't want osc? i am very happy with the piastri i have
yourusername: i am the best piastri :P
oscarpiastri: i'm gonna ignore the whole slander in the comment above but are we all ignoring how max is lamenting over his loss of daniel?
yourusername: i think we should just leave him to it ....
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yourusername: i got my present this year, yes ribbon included
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user21: slowly but surely you guys are pushing me into my hater era
user22: if you're gonna brag about it can we at least get some photgraphic evidence
user23: PRETTY PLEASE
yourusername: that's for my eyes only
oscarpiastri: and mine apparently
landonorris: i gotta spoil my girl
alexalbon: but from what oscar's post says the present was you?
landonorris: well yes!
alexalbon: wow that must be disappointing i'm sorry @yourusername
yourusername: i can assure you i was very happy with my gift
landonorris: see alex !!!!
landonorris: i also got y/n other gifts
alexalbon: i should think so considering i've seen you in changing rooms :/
georgerussell63: another woman disappointed on christmas, not very feminist of you lando
landonorris: NO BODY SHAMING ON CHRISTMAS
landonorris: also WHAT?
user24: poor lando - he can't escape the bullying from alex and george even on christmas
user25: it's good entertainment tbf
oscarpiastri: i'm glad my trauma was a nice gift for you
yourusername: ur still whining about that?
oscarpiastri: yes i will whine until i die it was TERRIFYING
landonorris: you can keep complaining
landonorris: but i'll do it again next year
oscarpiastri: cool you can traumatise YOUR family instead
landonorris: oh you'll be there
oscarpiastri: huh?
yourusername: you guys are all coming to somerset next year!!!
oscarpiastri: i didn't consent to this?
yourusername: we can't split up the three unwise men :(
landonorris: please osc :(
oscarpiastri: fine.
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landonorris: no shrimps on the barbie at christmas i am very disappointed
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user27: didn't they throw out all the fish when lando arrived...
user28: let's sit back and watch oscar vs lando part 289 since christmas started
oscarpiastri: you raise a GREAT POINT
oscarpiastri: i got thrown down the stairs for no point?
landonorris: i fought you in self defence?
oscarpiastri: i didn't have any fish in my hands? STOP VICTIM BLAMING
landonorris: actually it was only like three steps
oscarpiastri: three steps constitute stairs
landonorris: nuh uh three steps does not a stairs make
user29: yall done?
yourusername: you don't even like fish?
landonorris: but i love YOU !!!
yourusername: i love you toooooo
yourusername: but you're gonna have to get over it because next aussie christmas i will be having my seafood
landonorris: i guess so
landonorris: but just for you!
yourusername: awwww this is real love :3
user30: i think we've just seen y/n tie lando down for life
yourusername: oh believe me i've tied him down before
landonorris: hehehehehe
oscarpiastri: idk i defo saw a shrimp ...
oscarpiastri: in a ribbon...
landonorris: well i was hardly ever gonna be excited to see YOU
yourusername: it's okay babe he's just trying to rattle you
oscarpiastri: i'm just stating what i saw
yourusername: that's it !!! the next time your next to stairs it's ME you should be worried about
oscarpiastri: well this is not very christmas spirit of you
landonorris: we got all our christmas spirit out even when you tried to cockblock
oscarpiastri: i'm going to block both of you
user31: three unwise men i love you all
user32: mclaren please never take them away from me
user33: @ mclaren please bring back unboxed with y/n as host please
yourusername: i only star in not safe for work videos with lando sorry
landonorris: :3333333
oscarpiastri: i'm going to kill myself
fin.
note: nearly done with this series woooooo!!!!
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fuctacles · 2 months ago
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a boy worth fighting getting trampled for
"trampled" for @corrodedcoffinfest BF event | T | 856 | Corroded King (implied and open for interpretation) | no cw | Black Friday, banter, open relationship, polycule-ish, appreciating Steve Harrington moment, canon-ish universe | Ao3
"Was it worth it?"
"Yes!" Gareth and Jeff nod in unison.
"No," whines Eddie, thumbing at the rip in his beloved t-shirt. 
"Eh..." Doug makes a so-so motion with his palm.
Steve sighs. When they asked him for extra muscle on Black Friday, he should have expected an outcome like this. The whole band is brandishing various injuries from being trampled by other shoppers, the worst of which was Gareth's allegedly sprained ankle. He wasn't fussing about it only because a. his mother was a nurse and would look at it as soon as she was back, and b. he kind of deserved it. 
"Well, show me the loot, then," Steve says with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms. The only thing he's seen so far was a shiny new amp he had the misfortune of carrying from the store to his car. 
Eddie digs through his pockets to brandish about half a dozen tapes, none with a cover Steve would recognize. He seems proud of his haul but sours under the unimpressed stare he gets. 
"I got a few vinyls for my folks," Doug shows off his findings, and Eddie scoffs loudly when he gets an approving smile from Steve.
"That's nice," he says. 
Gareth redeems himself by showing a gift for his sister, while Jeff bought probably two dozen string packs for his guitar. 
"Okay, these aren't actually as stupid as I thought," Steve admits reluctantly, sitting on a stack of tires. "Except for you," he points at Eddie. "You have a shitload of tapes already."
Eddie huffs, now him being the one to cross his arms. 
"Sorry, we're not showing what we got for you."
The rest of the guys start shushing him immediately, Jeff even going as far as throwing a string pack at his head. Eddie maturely flips them the bird. 
"You got me stuff?" Steve asks in surprise. 
"Duh," Gareth scoffs, and Jeff flicks him in the ear for it. "Ow! What was that for?!"
"Be nice, idiot," Jeff chastises him. 
With a roll of his eyes, Gareth turns to Steve. 
"You're basically a part of the band, we figured it would be nice," he shrugs. 
"But I'm not—"
Doug interrupts him before he can go further with his usual protests.
"You do a lot of the heavy lifting, you co-wrote two songs, and consistently charm venue managers into giving us gigs," he lists off on his fingers. "You're basically like Corroded Coffin's manager, so shut up."
"Yeah, you also give the best blowjobs," Eddie grins, because he loves to ruin a moment, and immediately shields his head from any missiles Jeff might throw his way. But the guy only hums in agreement. 
"That's true," he nods, making Steve flush pink. 
"Well, uh... thanks, I guess," he smiles, a little taken aback. "Waiting til Christmas might kill me, though," he admits with a chuckle. He's always been that kid who looked through all the nooks and crannies of the house to find the gifts early, too curious to sit around and wait. 
The band exchanges thoughtful looks among themselves; they nod and they shrug.
"I guess you can pick one," Jeff decides for all of them. 
Steve's eyes widen. 
"You all got me something?!"
"We couldn't agree on one thing," Doug sighs like it's a topic of a tiring debate. Which, knowing them, might have been.
Steve hums thoughtfully, looking over each of the boys as if his mind wasn't already made. He points his finger, feeling childishly powerful.
"Eddie. You gotta redeem yourself, man."
Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn't protest. He bends over the back of the couch to reach for his backpack, and Doug immediately grabs onto his back pocket with a sigh, so he doesn't topple over and add to his injuries. Once Eddie falls back on the cushions with a huff and fixes his hair, he pulls out a familiar packaging. 
Steve looks unimpressed. 
"If this is your way of redeeming yourself—"
But after brandishing a can of Farrah Fawcett hair spray, Eddie keeps pulling out more hair products, shampoos, and conditioners that are always sold out whenever Steve tries looking for them.
"Okay, fine. Consider yourself redeemed," he says reluctantly, and Eddie beams at him. He stands up to walk up to him and kisses him softly on the lips before squeezing in to sit between him and Doug. 
"See? Every time!" Gareth throws a hand towards them "He weasels himself out of anything!" 
"It's the dimples, I'm telling you." Jeff shakes his head in disappointment.
Steve, his arm already slung over Eddie, motions for Gareth.
"Well, come over and I'll kiss you too. What? You sprained your ankle and can't walk? Aw, what a shame."
Gareth hisses at him and shows him the finger, which Steve mirrors while making kissy faces. Eddie just preens under his embrace, content like the cat that got the cream. 
"Next year just please plan it better. Wear protective gear and stock the fucking first aid kit."
"You wear a fucking—"
Gareth is interrupted by Jeff's arm putting him into a headlock. 
"We will," he agrees for him. 
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aethon-recs · 2 months ago
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This Week (x2) in Tomarrymort (8 – 21 November 2024)
Hello! We have three multi-chaptered fics finishing this week, highlighted below. In addition, I made a rec list for Tomarrymort Necrophilia Fics 💀🤍 in support of the Tomarrymort Necro Fest hosted by @magical-menagerie-server, which kicks off in January.
Completed Fic:
Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89 (M, 47k, complete) Age catches up with everyone. The infamous serial killer Voldemort now spends his time reading newspapers and making trips to the local library in search of a new crime novel. But one day he makes an interesting new acquaintance that shakes his quiet life and rekindles old flames and unknown desires. What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries (M, 17k, complete) Harry is sold at auction to a man who is clearly in some kind of disguise - Lord Riddle isn't as charming as he looks, and the way he looks at Harry... A Regency AU inspired by the magnificent artwork of @stolenviolet. If I were you by @onehitpleb (E, 9k, complete) It is 1945 and Tom is eighteen, freshly graduated, and working a non-reputable job as a store clerk in Knockturn Alley. Somehow, he grows attached to the worst sort of person - an idiot.
In addition, a recap of the author notes from last week! (Please feel free to add some extra context to your fic update in the reblog, such as a little bit about the chapter(s) updated, and I’ll throw it in the update for next week!)
A Simple Request by @shyinsunlight (E, 70k, WIP) “As for the new chapter of A Simple Request, Harry tries and (unsurprisingly) fails to keep his personal life private. Some are having the time of their life, some others, not so much. Lifts can take you up, but going down is more interesting.” Wish by @sri-verse (E, 3k, WIP) “Wish is set after Harry's fifth year where he gets the ownership of Bellatrix's vault along side the Black vault. Looking at a gold goblet, he remembers his childhood wish of buying a gold cauldron and brings back Helga Hufflepuff's cup with him to fulfill that desire, unaware that he has freed the horcrux living in it.” To the Hilt by @izharmilgram (E, 28k, WIP) “To The Hilt is a royal arranged marriage au featuring nontraditional a/b/o, political schemes, ancient greek and abrahamic religion references, feral harry potter, and lots of power play and worship. It's neither only tomarry or only harrymort, but tomarrymort—meaning the core relationship is Tom/Harry/Voldemort. This includes Tom/Voldemort.” we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands by @boyneptunee (M, 50k, WIP) “The consequences of Harry's Time Travel seem inconsequential, at first. Until they stare right back at him with vicious eyes. There's trouble brewing in every direction, and the Future is not as certain and set in stone as one might think.” Time Stumbler by @wintumnly (T, 102k, WIP) “Harry is stuck in 1937 and spends the holidays with almost-eleven-year-old Tom Riddle. On the first day of Christmas, they both anxiously wait for Tom's Hogwarts letter together. Fluff, humor, and Tom Riddle is not good with feelings." 7 by @moontearpensfic (E, 44k, WIP) “Harry goes back in time to raise Tom AU: the boys discuss what might have happened to make Voldemort go to "sleep."” Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 22k, WIP) “Harry corrupts Tom AU: Tom and Harry celebrate Christmas--and something more! Your Wish, My Command by @moontearpensfic (E, 8k, WIP) “Hinny adopts Tom AU: Tom finally gets Harry to crack. 🔥”
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Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic
Complete | Chapters 8 and 9 of Memories of a Killer by @chemfreak89
Complete | Chapter 6 of What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries
Complete | Chapter 4 of If I were you by @onehitpleb
Complete | Chapter 19 of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva
One Shot | To be Imagined by @cyandenial
One Shot | god's hands by @curioushabitforarivergod
One Shot | bad behaviour by @milkandmoon-ao3
One Shot | two ways of being: the noun & the verb by cycloalkane
One Shot | set my soul on fire by @wynnefic
One Shot | Beach Episode by @crowcrowcrowthing
One Shot | First Duel by @being-luminous
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Tomarrymort Ongoing Fics
Chapter 12 of Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse
Chapters 7 through 11 of in the silence by @satflesk22
Chapter 4 of friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by @shyinsunlight
Chapter 15 of Embryo by @cannibalinc
Chapter 4 of As It Begins by @duplicitywrites @moontearpensfic
Chapters 7 and 8 of Stygian by @crowcrowcrowthing
Chapters 15 through 17 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear
Chapter 1 of the night is cold in the kingdom by @girl-with-goats
Chapters 5 and 6 of you speak of the devil (like he's not your friend) by @amuria
Chapters 131 through 134 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis
Chapters 1 and 2 of Small Mistakes by Crisis_Brewing
Chapter 5 of Hit 'N Run by @dragonaireabsolvare
Chapter 11 of Days always end in sunsets by @d00medbythenarrative
Chapter 25 of Time Stumbler by @wintumnly
Chapters 8 and 9 of Venom or Valor by @lightningant
Chapter 21 of Outrunning the Villain in You by @zenyteehee
Chapters 6 through 8 of To the Hilt by @izharmilgram
Chapter 9 of Do It Over by @marrythemonstersao3
Chapter 2 of Infinite by @moontearpensfic
Chapter 2 of Prizefighter by @dragonaireabsolvare
Chapter 8 of Fetters of the Damned by @sc0rpiflow3r
Chapters 13 and 14 of Hole in the Wall by tomrddle
Chapters 23 and 24 of Learning to love by @l-archiduchesse
Chapter 13 of He Who Shall Not Be Changed by @moontimefilter
Chapter 17 of Last Son of Black by @treacleteacups
Chapter 6 of Dreams Beyond Blood by @hikarimeroperiddle
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dixons-sunshine · 2 months ago
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The Grand Finale | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Day Four: Decorating A Christmas Tree
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“Woah there, Buddy. Watch your hands. Dun’ want nothin’ happenin’ to your fingers, do ya?”
A light giggle filled the air, one which made both you and Daryl smile. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Daryl chuckled and leaned forward to ruffle his son’s hair affectionately. “I know you are, Bud. Jus’ be a bit more careful, yeah?”
“Okay!” Jasper agreed, excitedly rushing to grab another ornament from the box, before moving to add it onto one of the branches of the Christmas tree. “I do rest!”
Daryl stood up from his crouch and shook his head with a fond smile on his face. He took a couple of steps back, moving to stand next to you. “Y’sure ya dun’ want our help anymore, Jas?”
Jasper shook his head eagerly. “No! I do it.”
“He’s stubborn as hell,” Daryl commented with a light chuckle, low enough for only you to hear.
You hummed and smirked playfully, hanging the stockings over the fireplace. “Yeah. I wonder where he gets it from,” you joked, gently nudging his shoulder with yours.
The archer scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Nah. He definitely gets it from you. I might as well have married a mule, s’how stubborn you are.”
“Hmm…” you trailed off, pretending to think about his words. “Yeah, you definitely have room to talk. Should I list off some of your most stubborn moments? Just to jog your memory a little bit?”
“Do ya want us to be here all day?”
“That only proves my point,” you finished with a laugh. However, when Jasper’s sudden disgruntled huff reached your ears, your attention shifted back to him. “What’s wrong, baby?”
He turned to look at you, his mouth formed into an adorable pout. “The star,” he began, his little hands holding up the golden, glittery ornament in question. “Too high.”
You knew exactly what he meant. The top of the tree was too high for him to reach on his own. You shared a smile with Daryl, the man already moving forward to pick your little munchkin up. He pressed a quick, tender kiss to your son’s cheek, successfully eliciting a giggle from him, before adjusting him to settle on his hip.
You moved towards your husband and son, standing at Daryl’s side. “You ready to finish decorating our tree, Baby?”
Jasper nodded, a dimpled smile ever present on his face. “Yes, Mama.”
“Okay, then.” You nodded at Daryl. “It’s time for the grand finale.”
Daryl took a few steps towards the Christmas tree, and carefully lifted Jasper so that he could place the star on the tree. It took a couple of tries, but when he finally managed to place it on top of the tree—albeit a little crooked—you and Daryl cheered for him. Jasper smiled and giggled, eating up all the attention that the two of you were showing him.
And as you shared a look with Daryl, a look filled with unadulterated love for each other and your son, you knew for a fact that all the hardships you had faced over the years were worth it. You would do it all again just to have this.
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jittersbitters · 30 days ago
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The Long Game pt.2 [Cautious]
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{Viktor from Arcane Smut Story}
Warnings: smut, light dom!vik, jealousy, fingering, oral (female receiving), more exhibitionism, AFAB reader, Arcane + IRL accurate Politics, it a bit long, mentions of praise, choking kink if you REAAALLY squint, Salo being an asshole
Word count: 7.7K (40-60min read time)
Story plot: A holistic healer from NW Shurima works privately for Councilmen Hoskel as a sort of assistant. Viktor and her meet years before the events of Arcane and have an up-down relationship that takes shape over the course of many years. Starting all the way back in their academy years, first knowing each other as respective transcribers for their council mentor/patrons during meetings. Maybe they should have stayed in that room?
Chapter Summary: After a turbulent meeting with your boss you are forced to go to a holiday celebration at the Kirammen's. Having low, boring expectations for your night till Viktor's unexpected presence crashes you're suffocating political agenda and that of the aristocrats around you. Just when tension mounts and uncertainties seem to linger, a heated moment on a balcony has the academy assistant pulling you into the garden for a new level of risk.
| Part 1 | Part 2 | • Viktor Masterlist •
Authors Note: Sorry for taking longer than I said to get this out. I passed out writing and went to the hospital for dehydration and other chronic issues I aggravated over this last semester. I'm fine now and got released for Yule/Christmas day. It's not technically a holiday fic but it has the elements for it. It long again but I had nother else todo in the hospital and I couldn't post with their shitty internet.
MDNI NSFW below cut (Farther below)
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“Councilman?” I knocked on the door, popping my head in with a quick look around the room. Large imported furniture and crystal edged windows that made light flit across the room — why couldn’t these windows be in the rest of the house again? “I finished rewriting the notes from the last meeting.”  
“Hmm.” He waved me in with a boney hand, glancing up just quick enough from his mess of papers to check if I shut the door behind me. I eyed him as I came to stand in front of his desk; the tension in his brow deepening as he squinted at his notes, his hand trembling slightly as he rubbed his eyes. I noted the number of lines he had struck out, effectively rendering that page useless. His eyesight was starting to go; I’d have to add it to the list of ailments to tend to— or attempt to.  
I threw a crumpled piece of paper that had rolled away into the trash can, offering him a soft smile. “Don’t worry about organizing the trade deals. My father had me handling his for years, so I’m certain I can craft somethi—”  
“Craft?” His laugh was coarse, filled with a familiar malic. He regarded my business acumen as little more than a joke in comparison to what my healing skills could do. “You genuinely believe I would allow you to draft such important documents? With that pitiful excuse for business jargon you just spat, I’m questioning whether I should even let you deliver them!” I visibly flinched as his snotty, blended gravel of a laugh filled my ears and making my stomach turn inside out.  
I flinched at the weight in his sardonic laughter, a sound both grating and belittling that echoed in my ears, squeezing my insides. How could I have allowed my empathy to blind me, even momentarily, to the repugnant shell-like cockroach of a man he truly was?  
Sadly... he had financed my journey here, provided a roof over my head in Piltover—a debt I could not easily shaken off without my parent’s coin purse. My parents wouldn’t risk their own money; paying Hoskel back might ‘demotivate’ me and endanger our diplomatic efforts.  
Their words, not mine. 
Unable to quit but him equally unable to fire me, I expressed my displeasure by slamming the notes onto his desk with a glare. He raised his arms like I had attempted to hit him, face mixing with disbelief and anger as he watched me take long strides out of the room. “You belligerent—!”  
I slammed the door behind me, hands clawing at the neckline of my dress, feeling the fabric constrict like the atmosphere in this suffocating place. I had to remind myself to breathe. 
~~<3~~ 
The Kirammen house looked gorgeous in the light of the setting sun. The building’s blue and off-white colors blended beautifully with the setting sun. A breeze gently swaying the bare trees tops and fluttering the ladies' dresses. I pulled my fur shawl tighter around my shoulders, feeling a shiver creep down my spine. My dress cut far to low for this weather, material cold against my skin as it shimmered in the dying light. It was not built for winter; I was not built for winter. 
“Cassandra is eager to see you tonight,” Hoskel said, gently rubbing my hand as he linked our arms to lead me through the doors to escape the evenings chill. 
We were attending yet another gathering for Piltover’s social class; a stuffy event just for indulging in the exotic food and drink from their stores during a sudden snow-freeweek. Loose lips made for the best business deals. Unfortunate for me, Hoskel had brought me as an accessory, an attraction he intended to parade around to facilitate prospective deals. The conversations typically stretched on forever, dull and monotonous; Noxus in summer seemed better, frankly.  
 “May I?”  A servant helped me slip out of my fur before disappearing to hang. The house was grand on its own, though I still couldn’t help but admire the evening’s decor—pearl chains and satin draped with velvet bows hanging beautifully throughout the space. Evergreen garland and red berries stung with gold thread. The flickering glow from the countless candles pulled me into the warmth of its ambiance, nearly distracting me from the pair of molten eyes observing me from across the room.    
There is no way... 
My reaction upon spotting Viktor wasn’t subtle, but I made no effort to disguise it. A complex smile tugged at my lips, my heart fluttering in my chest. Viktor had never graced any of these gatherings before, and Heimerdinger was only slightly more inclined to socialize, once every couple of months. For both to attend... 
Viktor was up to something... 
He looked good, too. Suspiciously good.  
But I wasn’t complaining... 
Leaning casually into his cane as he stood with a group of fellow academics alongside Heimerdinger. He had traded his Academy uniform for a sharp wine-red shirt and a fitted black dress jacket. He had preened; it was obvious. From the shine of his shoes and the polished metal of his cane.  
A wave of embarrassment rushed through me as I watched his thumbs absent-mindedly stroke the handle, remembering. I haven’t been able to get the feeling, the ghost of his fingers, out of my mind the last couple of days. I had to catch myself from ‘slipping up’, letting my mind wander to far during the day. Then at night it seemed to be the opposite, unable to finish what he started as my body wasn’t satisfied by my own hand.  
The gold cord of my dress suddenly felt heavier against my neck as he caught where my stare lingered. Rolling his lips to suppress a smile as he gave me a small bounce of his brow, seemingly pleased as he looked at my appearance. 
I had never cared about anyone's approval, but his made my cheeks warm with shyness.      
“My lovely sage,” Cassandra Kiramman glided over, her arms open wide. Her dress was perfectly tailored to match the evening’s decor, resembling a pearl on a silver necklace. Her welcoming hug pulled me away from my distraction in the form of a brunette scientist. “Piltover seems to be treating you well!”    
“My sage, Councilwoman,” Hoskel interjected quickly, watching our embrace with a scowl as his opposing chairwoman shot him a reproachful glare over my shoulder.    
“Calm down, Tormund,” Tobias slid between us as his wife released me, much to Hoskel’s annoyance. “Your sour demeanor might just chase her away.” He wrapped an arm around me briefly, giving a reassuring squeeze. “Just let us know if he becomes too much. Our patron from midtown is always keen to discuss sun-stones.”    
“While he can be a bit blunt, Hoskel has been quite the gracious host these last few months,” I replied, glancing at Hoskel to let him know my words were meant for him as much as for the Kirammans.    
“How... unusual for him,” Cassandra eye the short man, clearly aware of Hoskel’s nature, before masking her suspicion with a smile. “You must join us for tea sometime; Caitlyn has been eager to showcase her marksmanship achievements,” She squeezed my arm before linking with Tobias.    
Tobias shot Hoskel a pointed look. “Give the girl a break, councilman. From what I heard about the last meeting, she certainly deserves it.” He turned to me, smiling warmly. “Always a pleasure, dear. Do make time for a visit.”    
Hoskel grumbled subtly under his breath as we watched them slip into the crowd of arriving guests. He grasped my arm tightly, drawing my attention to him. “Don’t wander off,” he warned, almost threatened. I watched him walk away, scoffing as he went straight for shady merchants and traders. Never a man to change.  
Seeing an opening in my night, I turned back to where Viktor once was and found nothing. He had seemingly vanished form thin air, leaving behind a conversation that reflected the same. I tried to move through the crow, looking around for him in the sea of bodies. My irritation starting to bristle the longer I looked, severely needing a drink.  
“Excuse me.” I tried to call for a server, huffing when a group to monopolize his tray. I turned for another one, following after another server as tried to wave for his attention without attracting everyone's around me. They only seemed to turn their back from me, “May I—” 
“Two glasses.” That familiar drawl cut in beside me. My blush from before coming back to my cheeks as Viktor stood there, hand coming up to gently brushing my up my back as he leaned closer. Body carefully hovering around mine as his other arm reached around to take the glasses from the server’s tray. “Thank you.”  
“Viktor.” I breathed, finding my words trying to hide in my throat as my heart jumped up to meet them. I took my drink from him, holding it awkwardly in both hands so I wouldn’t drop it “I —I didn’t expect to see you here.”   
“Mm. Was not my original plan for my night.” His smile warmed me from the inside out even as his fingers brushed the collum of my spin softly, curling to first graze his knuckles before splaying to take up as much space as possible. He was bolder, I had given him an inch and he was determined to take a mile.  
“That make’s two of us.” I spoke into my drink, trying to hide in my drink as his fingers made the muscles of my back shutter underneath them.  
“Are you not enjoying?” he asked, and I could sense a hint of hope hiding beneath his casual words. I hesitated, noticing his untamed eagerness running wild in his eyes as he watched my expression for any advantage.  
“...I’m mostly here out of obligation.” I confided, glancing at Hoskel smoozing. I sucked my teeth before turning into victor more, any reservations I had about ‘wander’ vanishing as I felt peeved by him- still sour with our earlier fight. “I’d rather be bundling or reading, but I won’t turn down the free food and drinks... or company” I took a sip from my glass, reveling in the sweet taste.     
He hummed, smiling into his own as he took a swallow to find his words. “We are... much alike, it seems.” He whispered into the edge of his glass before taking another quick drink.  
“Are you here just for the food?” I teased, pressing farther as I saw my own advantage. 
 “Perhaps,” he mused, before adding with a hushed tone, “perhaps not.” a smile teasing at the corners of his mouth as he spoke low in my ear like we were sharing a secret. I suppose we were, but he didn’t have to make it so obvious. “I can’t say my presence here is entirely selfless.” I returned to my drink, finding it nearly empty and my mouth still parched, as his eyes bore into mine. Conveying a multitude of thoughts and intentions that were unspeakable, less they be heard by unwanted ears.     
“You're quite the uncautious man.” I licked my lips as I swaying slightly. I turned to watch the room instead as I faltered under his gaze, his alone like a thousand pairs observing every little twitch my lips made and breath I took.  
The atmosphere thickened as the night wore on, guests gravitating toward the food table we stood in front of as new arrivals flowed in. With the added closeness, he was forced to move closer. His eyes traced a path along my neck and shoulder, tracing the cording wrapping my neck and the hang of my spiral earrings dangling from my lobe, watching how it brushed my shoulder every time I took a deeper breath.  
“In.” His thumb started to stroke between my shoulder blades as his breath fanned the side of my face, voice a low thrum in my ear. 
My breath hitched as I felt myself gravitate toward him, eyeing him from the corners of my vision. My heart starting to make its nervous ascent up my throat again. “What?” 
“It’s incautious.” His corrected with a self-satisfied smile, delighting in my surprise as his hand shifted up to thumb at the cord wrapping around my neck to hold up the front of my dress. He played with it, running the finger along the stack, his hand resting at the base of my neck. Holding me gently as he guided me away from the increasingly crowded table, deliberately closing any lingering distance between us as our sides came together. “How do you say…” We were so close he only needed to murmur, “The student becomes the master.”  
A rush of heat coursed through me, breath hitching in my throat. The cord around my neck felt suddenly too tight, and I weakly pulled with it in search of relief. 
His thumb slid under the cords in response, relieving some of the pressure from the back. Simultaneously, pulling them into my throat, the contrast made my insides twist and flutter. Did he know just what he was doing? 
“Viktor—" 
“Ah! Just the woman I was looking for.” I stood there, mired in thoughts about Viktor’s intentions when Salo’s honeyed voice cut through the ambient chatter of the party. “The talented apothecary Hoskel insists on keeping all to himself!” the councilman approached with a mockingly congenial smile. Even his simplest words felt more like insults, his eyes glinting with condescension. “You’re making quite a name for yourself in my assistant's circles. Even Medarda’s girl is asking about you. Well done.”    
I had to blink before I was able to force a polite smile, despite the flutter in my stomach quickly turning to annoyance. “Thank you, Councilman Salo. I do my best to serve who I can in need.” I felt Viktor’s irritation souring the air already as he glowered at Salo, hand not curling against my back now starting to grip his cane tighter. 
“Hmph, then perhaps this is the perfect moment to discuss your relationship with the council.” He slinked closer, cutting into my previous conversation with Viktor and trying to steal my attention like a vulture. “With your... herbal remedies, you could become a valuable asset.” His voice dripped with feigned admiration, his gaze flickering toward Viktor as if urging him to leave us.   
Before I could respond, Salo’s hand settled at the base of my back, where my dress hung low with loose fabric. My heart raced with discomfort. I instinctively arched away, only to feel his hand follow. Each brush of his fingers intensified my urge to disappear into the ornate wallpaper. Salo had the kind of connections that could shift the city’s dynamics, while I was merely a healer in Hoskel’s service. This position left me with little choice; despite every fiber of my being screaming at me to move away, I held still.    
Salo had never been this friendly with me, but he had a reputation for being opportunistic. I wondered how long it would take for the rumors of Hoskel’s deteriorating health to reach his ears, validating the others about Salo eyeing his resources for a takeover, and I guess that included me.  
Viktor stood a few paces behind me, tension radiating from him as he sized up the situation. I hoped he would let me handle this on my own; any bad reaction to Salo could jeopardize my reputation, and by extension my patron’s. Our fragile partnership wouldn’t survive a public argument with his biggest rival.     
“Think about how much the council could benefit from your knowledge, especially with a favorable recommendation regarding your parents—” Salo continued, oblivious to my discomfort. He began to guide me away from Viktor, toward his group of colleagues and traders to talk with. Hand incessantly pressing into the small of my back, uncaring. “—you could assist with—”     
Viktor stepped forward to stop us, his expression rigid as he glanced between us. “I believe the lady is busy, Councilman,” 
He just had to say something. My knight in shining fucking armor. It would be endearingly cute, if it wasn’t ill timed. 
“Oh! Heimerdinger’s undercity assistant!” Salo face flickered as turned to Viktor, a sourness to his tone even as he tried to hide it.” I did not expect either of you here. So many interesting personalities in attendance it seems.” 
I tried not to scoff at the unabashed classism; the Piltover-Zaun political climate was not lost on the surrounding Shumira cities, and it seemed to be as much of a game to Salo as my discomfort was. “Councilmen Salo, I think—” 
“Not that I’d expect you to see potential—beyond just scrap metal,” Salo interrupted, talking over me because I suddenly didn’t matter now that his authority was being challenged. Ugh, men.” you must see something of use, of course. Why else would you concern yourself?” The audacity of him, fixing his gaze on Viktor’s cane and his injured leg, as if he relished the chance to undermine him further. I could see Viktor's jaw clench, his eyes momentarily darting away, a subtle but telling sign that the jabs, however veiled, had hit their mark. “Just think about what she could bring to the council—her help with medicinal initiatives and valuable insights.”    
I leaned away from Salo with shooting brows, my tone slightly raised in shock and indignation. I wanted connections, not backhanded compliments at the expense of others. “Councilmen, that is not— 
Viktor’s hand found its way to my back, and my hiccup, combined with the warmth of his touch between my shoulder blades, caused me to stumble over my words. “The lady has other commitments,” he declared, pointing a challenging gaze at Salo that warned him to back off. His fingers firmly gasping at my skin, attempting to press me closer to him, each movement revealing the simmering anger beneath his composed exterior. Despite my embarrassment at my back became their battle ground, I couldn't help but appreciate Viktor’s defense. “It would be rude to keep her from them, don’t you think?” 
Frustration flickered in his eyes; he was losing. “Relax, we’re just having a friendly conversation,” Salo tried to hum, his condescension clear — he was used to charm working in his favor. “Isn’t that right, my dear?” He turned to look at me, pressing his fingers into my lower back, copying Viktor but he was daring me to disagree.    
Oh, now they were letting me talk? How kind.  
Swallowing hard, I bit back venom and fear, and I forced a tight smile. “Quite... However,” I struggled to keep my voice steady with the unease in my stomach, “I really should get back to my rounds.” I shifted into Viktor as his glare burned through the air around is, boiling as Salo’s smile returned, trying to grab at the last bit of dominance I just threw him. It all left a bitter taste in my mouth I wasn’t going to be rid of anytime soon.   
“I’ll escort you,” Viktor shut down any farther attempts from Salo, tugging me to his side. The blond scoffed, realizing he had lost and bowing out gracefully. Finally withdrawing his hand. “If you’ll excuse us, Councilman,” Viktor lowered his head mockingly, I copied clumsily, before guiding me with a little push, leaving no room for protest.    
“An interesting evening ahead, isn’t it?” Salo called, dripping irritation as he stepped back, the amusement fading from his face as he watched our hasty exit.    
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. My heart no longer strangling itself in my throat. “Thank you—”    
“Come,” Viktor hissed into my ear, voice low. He continues to slide his hand down, leading me through the crowd, absorbed in his own churning thoughts and seemingly oblivious to how we appeared to others. He halted at the dip; jealousy evident. He allowed himself to cast one last glare over his shoulder as he let out a quiet tsk, thinking I wouldn’t catch him. But I did.  
I caught the way his fingers slid across the collum of my spine while holding open the garden’s balcony door. I noticed how he was taking up the same spot where Salo’s hand lingered; however, unlike tentative touch Viktor greeted me with before, this was unmistakably more aggressive.    
Once outside, the crisp night air enveloped us, washing away the stuffiness of the gathering and the tension from the exchange. It allowed my chest to finally expand fully, allowing me to feel lighter as I found my way to the balcony’s edge. The moon bathed the carefully manicured hedges in a silvery glow, and the intoxicating scent of blooming jasmine drifted around us.  The cool night sent a grounding shiver through my body, helping to steady my rapid heartbeat.  
I felt his hand brush over my shoulders as he followed to stand next to me. “Are you —” 
“You can’t bait Salo like that,” I interrupted this time as pushing his hand away and turning back toward him. Rationality flooding back, hindsight being unfairly 20/20. Seeing the damage we could have caused to my future here. I took a calming breath to stead any hostility that leaked into my voice; I wasn’t angry, I was scared. “Your words were sharp—almost reckless. Don’t you care how it reflects on me—or even Heimerdinger?”   
“Reckless,” He scoffed, not getting my point. “Heimerdinger will survive.” I tsked at his answer, looking away as his expression soured at the sound. There was something so genuine that hurt. “You think I should just smile and nod like a simple courtier? I refuse to compromise my integrity!”  
“’A simple courtier’?” My head felt like a swivel as it snapped back to him, gawking at him for a moment. Hurt sinking as his last word struck a chord.  
He’s too stubborn, but perhaps he had a half a point.  
“I am not... I — “My tongue feeling heavy as forced myself to speak freely to, basically, a stranger. “Salo is... a pompous, self-serving ass. I know he is, Viktor, but integrity holds little value in politics. I can’t screw anything up here. ”   
He hesitated, his voice becoming a weird combination of biting and soft. “His actions were unnecessary. I was merely pushing back.” There it was—a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. Was it jealousy?    
I stepped closer, my own curiosity peaked. 
“What do you mean by ‘pushing back’?” I watched his reactions as I talked, looking for something else. Though, I still had to lecture him, just gentler than I originally intended. “If Salo interprets your comments as an insult, it could backfire on me.” I glided around the balcony, staying with the railing, so there was at least some distance between us even as I stayed in his orbit. “Hoskel could fire me and then...” I shrugged, giving him a coy stare. 
A flicker of regret softened the fierce look in Viktor's eyes. “It’s hard to watch,” he confessed, “After the meeting, I—”, before hesitating, “You’re so familiar with him.”     
“Being familiar with him is part of my job, Viktor.” My heart raced, fighting to maintain composure as I caught his backtracking. Feeling excitement as I played with him for once. “This city isn’t just made from science and formulas; it’s built by perceptions. Salo has the power to manipulate those perceptions. This attitude could lead to...”    
“Don’t you think I understand that?” he snapped, the frustration growing in his tone amplifying something lighter, more vulnerable. “You’re worried about my attitude? What about Salo’s? His hand on your back tonight was completely inappropriate!” 
“So that’s what this is about? You think I don’t know how to handle myself?” The way his eye twitched made me refute the idea before he was able to respond. I could see why he liked watching my reactions, it was like a puzzle and his was growing interesting by the second. “No. You’re reacting this way because you don’t like how he treats me. Specifically.”  
And I was going to crack it. 
“Thats not...” Viktor looked away to find compose; frustration and compunction evident in the way his jaw clenched, staring out into the garden. A breath rattling his bottle, shoulders heaving before he stepped toward me, feeling safe. “His motives seemed questionable; caution... would be best.”    
“Caution?” I challenged, taking the moment as an opportunity to press. With what felt like glee, I tilted my head. Being coy again.  “That’s rich coming from you.” 
 He scoffed, “What does that mean—”   
“Hand on my thigh,” I shot, pushing from the railing to enclosed on him again feeling emboldened as I watched him instinctively backed up. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks as I watched one start to tinge his own. “Whispering in my ear to just pay attention,” I jabbed an accusing finger into his chest, feeling the heat radiate between us. “Fingers traveling farther and farther up. Persisting. Inappropriate.”    
“That was different!” He seized my elbow, yanking me toe to toe with him as a burning intensity sent a thrill up through me. “Both of us are at fault for what happened.”   
“Fault?” I scoffed; my voice laced with mock hurt even as a bit of truth seeped in. “You... You're the one who fingered me in the middle of a council session!”    
His gaze narrowed as warmth flushed fully consumed his cheeks, a spark of defiance igniting in him at my exclamation. He started to back me up, countering my attempt to corner him to the window with his own. “Did you not enjoy it...”    
“Excuse me?” I tried to retreat, only to feel my escape blocked by the railing I once sought comfort in, his body soon to follow as he boxed me in.   
“Did you not,” his head dipped as his hand came to rest against the edge of the stone as he left his cane next to us, “enjoy my fingers buried inside you?” His gaze bore into mine with an intensity that crackled the air between us with an intoxicating mix of confrontation and undeniable attraction.   
I couldn’t breathe. 
“Viktor —”   
Viktor leaned in closer, his voice playful yet laced with an intensity that sent a thrill through me. "Did. You. Enjoy. It?" His breath fanning down the side of my face and neck again. This time without the stale air of the party I could smell the carbonated alcohol on his breath mixed with the spice of something with anise. "I won't repeat myself again."   
I didn’t hesitate with this chose — "Yes.”   
In that moment, his lips crashed against mine with a fervor that transcended the heated words we’d exchanged. The kiss ignited the air around us and I melted against him, my resolve crumbling like fragile parchment before a roaring flame, consuming heat radiated from his every action.    
His hands started at my waist, burning me as his teeth found my lower lip and pulling it hard with desperation. A shameless, startled moan jumping from the back of my throat allowing his tongue to muffle it a second later. I used a tight grip to ground myself, hands sliding from his shoulders to curl into his hair as I gave back everything he gifted. Longing and frustration, a bitter-sweet concoction, two vastly different worlds colliding in a moment that felt dangerously exhilarating. I felt every nerve in my body awaken as his lips smothered mine and vice versa, adding gasoline to a fire that was smoldering inside us.    
I felt out chopped breath mingling, dulling my senses and drowning out the rational voice that warned of the trouble this could cause if someone looked out the window. One of his hands began to move to find the familiar skin of my thigh. Grabbing it with a hapless want, pulling it closer to his. Bending me slightly as he pushed in for more, teeth bumping as he took everything he could. I couldn’t bring myself to protest, reveling in the warmth of his body that seem to encircle me, protecting from the chill of a dry winter beyond this intimate cocoon we had created.   
We didn’t pull away so much as me having to push him back, breathless and dazed. My fingers playing with whatever they could grab, one still in his hair and the other fiddling with his shirt collar. I could feel the weight of our argument dissipating still, leaving behind the lingering ache of unfulfilled desires. My heart raced in my ears to the same beat as the party just a couple yards away behind a glass door. A thill matching the swell of my lips and the pressure of his fingers, it was dizzying already.   
Did he feel it too...?  
My questioned seemed to be readable on my face as he answered with another kiss, insatiable but sweet this time. A hand jumping to hold my face as he tilted my head perfectly into his. His hand bigger them my check as his fingers found part of my hair to smooth other my ear. He drank in every small sound I couldn’t hide, the hand on my thigh starting to push up the split of my skit. Tracing and thumbing the reflective material, teasing it higher and higher.   
His kiss was a sweet as candy, but his actions mimicked the liquor of our drinks. I was ready to risk being caught if it meant I could satisfy the slowly droning thrum starting in my belly.   
“Where is that damn healer!” The shrill, angered voice of my patron broke us away from each other. Viktor and I broke apart to watch Hoskel pass by the window looking for me, both of us stiffening as we waited for him to find us. Luckily, he didn’t, continuing on through the room grumbling something muffled by the door.   
I let out a small laugh that seemed to infect him, our heads still spinning. “I should... I should go see what he wants before someone comes out here looking,” I hummed, reluctantly pulled away from Viktor, giving a soft push to his shoulder to urge him to let go of my leg.   
Though when I moved around him, I found I was unable to leave as he stops me with a hand on my wrist. Demanding grip giving away his desperation even as he masked it with gentle words. “What if you didn’t?”  
I turned my head confused, “But —”  
“What is the worst that could happen?” He pulled me closer again even as he started to step away from the balcony himself. A plan brewing in his eyes.  
“I can’t just leave him,” I pointed out, only receiving an amused smile. “I thought we agreed to be careful —”  
Viktor’s smile widened, “Careful? Where's the fun in that?” He leaned a fraction closer, his breath tickling my ear as he chuckled. The sound wrapping around me like a warm blanket, making me blind with those fuzzy feelings again. “Sometimes it’s those reckless decisions that lead to the most interesting outcomes.” His eyes sparkled, his head bobbing toward the garden behind us, his meaning clear now.  
I bite my lip as I weighed the outcomes of my next words. “Interesting, or hazardous?” I countered, raising an eyebrow, to bide time. 
“Is there a difference?” He tilted his head slightly, regarding me with a playful seriousness that made my heart race. “You can’t deny that the thrill entices you, as much as it does me.”   
“Enticing, yes. Dangerous? Also, yes.”   
He started tugging me toward the garden regardless, slowly stepping toward the stairs with on hand dragging me and the other remembering his cane. “I’d hate to think you’d shy away from a little excitement.”   
“Excitement?” I felt my reservations fall away as I let myself be dragged. The smile on my lips undeniable, the butterflies in my stomach unfamiliar. With one last look back at the party inside, I willingly started to follow Viktor. “Well, I suppose I could manage a little.” 
I couldn’t suppress my excitement as we hurried down the steps, careful not to trip. Of course, we stumbled on a raised stone, eliciting a giggle from me and a soft chuckle from him as he pulled me closer. We continued down the vine-covered stairs until we reached a spot where the wall sheltered us from view. My back pressed against the twisting flora with grass tickling my angles. His hands resting just shy of the opening at the back of my dress, while smiling up at the windows we had hidden from and then down at me. The tension from the balcony lingered, more electrified now that we had stolen this private moment at the risk of our jobs.   
This time, I was ready as Viktor edged closer, maneuvering one of his feet to settle between mine, pushing me firmly against the wall. We melded into the blooming flowers that surrounded us, his nose brushing against mine. Our smiles mirrored each other as our faces inched closer together. He allowed my hands to trace his jaw before his lips brushed mine again. 
This kiss began slower than the ones before, with passion rekindling as he immediately claimed my lips. He wasted no time, yet relished each moment. Sparks crackled between us as his hands roamed the curve of my back and I pulled at his hair again.  
Stealing my breath again, leaving my brain short on oxygen, his lips began to greedily descended to the line of my jaw, trailing to the exposed skin of my throat. Dragging across the taught muscles while the delicate cord restrained him from getting every inch. His hands toyed with the excess fabric cascading down my back, as if contemplating whether to give it a tug for more access.  
I was taken aback by the whimper that slipped from my lips when he chose not to, instead contenting himself with what skin he could suck of my shoulders. He took everything he desired, leaving me breathless while one of his hands curved along my back, drawing me closer to him as the other hand roamed down my dress. He gathered the skirts, his fingers tactfully gliding against my thigh until they reached the juncture of my hip and waist. His head rested against my collarbone, the heavy desire making us drown in each other. His eyes were focused on the way his hands twisted the shimmering fabric as his breath fanned across my chest which rose and fell with anticipation.  
“Viktor,” my voice escaped as a gasp while I clutched his back, feeling my legs twitch as his hands drifted away from the fabric of my dress to my laced folds. He pressed and caressed with a teasing touch, elevating his mouth again to mine to drink my pants. He didn’t take his time like before; there was no slow buildup or gentle movements. He was desperate, and with no one to witness us, he could be as hap-hazardous as he pleased.  
His name slipped from my lips in the form of a soft moan as he pushed into me. My hair began to tangle in the vines, head going back, as he immediately pumping his fingers, starting slowly and gradually picking up to a steady pace. 
 He curled and swiped his fingers with precision, just like he had in the meeting. He instinctively knew when and where to apply pressure—a quick learner. His grin brushing my lips as eyes flickered between mine and my open mouth. I found it difficult to close, each breath becoming more labored as he whispered soothing words into my ear talking me through the start of a building orgasm. He was saying how good I would feel, how sweet I’d taste. His accent doing horribly wicked things, making the release come all that faster.   
“Do you think you could stay silent if I gave you more?” He asked, tilting his wrist and eliciting a deep, drawn-out gasp from me. His thumb circling and pressing the little numb at the top, dragging it down teasingly as he watched my reaction completely engrossed. Cheeks rosy and my eyes fluttering, losing all rationality to the feeling of his fingers stuffed inside me.   
I nodded; my voice edged with desperation. “Yes. Yes, I can be quiet.”  
Only needed my consent, he slowly withdrew his fingers from me. I let out a whimper at the loss, but any anger quickly faded as he brought the digits to his lips. It echoed his actions from the end of the meeting, right before they vanished past his chapped mouth. The teasing sound he made sent a rush of heat from my cheeks down my neck. Unable to talk, only pant as I watched him lower himself into a knee.   
“Your leg,” I tried to stop him as he tried to hide a hiss, only receiving a harsh smack to the hand trying to pull him up.  
“I’m fine,” He bit back, sending a warning look my way.  
His hand slid away from his mouth, gliding up from my ankle to my knee before effortlessly letting it rest on his shoulder. I felt exposed as the chill in the air made my legs tremble, a wave of anxiety settling in my stomach as Viktor's inquisitive gaze roamed over me. Unapologetically, he leaned in closer, tracing his lips along the inside of my thigh. He followed the same path his fingers had taken during the meeting, back to mirroring those precise movements and calculated gestures. His intense focus left me breathless, even before his mouth found my dripping cunt, breathlessness turning into a breathy moan. As the fabric of my skirt fell over his head, his lips and witty tongue began to explore, dragging and molding against me, opening and closing, reacting to every response until he perfected the rhythm.  
Which meant it didn’t take long for another louder moan to escape me, one I quickly stifled by biting down on my bottom lip. Soon to bust it as my hands tried to find a purchase somewhere. One strangling the vines behind my head and the other tangling in his hair as his nose brushed against the nub, a familiar pleasure starting to coil in my stomach. I started shifting my hips restlessly, chasing my release as it started to tickle my edges.  
Finding it hard to keep my lip between my teeth as sounds grew more desperate. The thorns of the vine cutting into my palm as my grip tightened, making him grown as his scalp throbbed. It made my hips raise in surprise and a shameless whorish moan to break past. His following tut draw it out as he held my bucking hips still against his face. Pinning my cunt to his mouth as his tongue moved between the folds— pushing and curling, the movements perfected already. A newfound determination fueled his actions as he pressed his face as close as physically possible, nearly suffocating himself. His grip on my thigh and bone of my hip feeling like it was going to be bruised.  
I chanced looking down, my eyes having fallen closed in this rush of lust. Prying them open I let out shutting gasps as I found him completely lost between my legs. The sight awakening something inside me, no man confident enough to act so desperate. Kneeling beneath me, For me. Hiding like a young boy in his mother’s skits — 
Wrong time to think of — FUCK! He can’t stop. 
“Don’t stop,” I couldn't hold back the longing gasps and soft cries that escaped from the back of my throat, his available fingers glided from my reddening thigh to join his tongue. They quickly synced, accompanying a chuckled at my new pathetic mewling and lust-drunk reactions. My hips giving small tight rolls, fighting against his grip even as it grew skin splittingly tight in an effort to maintain control over. Unable to keep myself from clenching, something he caught with another core rattling chuckle.  
He seemed to be enjoying how the muscles around his face started to twitch and spasm as much as I was enjoying myself. My thighs cutting off his air, much to his happiness as a groan confirmed it and sent my heart into my throat. A warmth starting to pool in my navel as the pulsing began to matched the rise and fall of my chest, hand pulling his head in harder. The band starting to tighten passed the point of no return.   
How was he already making me come. 
“Viktor, I —” He silenced me with a gentle hush, already aware of what I was about to say. I pressed my head into my shoulder, stifling a choked sob as the knot in my stomach grew so tight it became near painful. A shutter coursed through my shoulders, desire igniting my veins with a white-hot intensity as I teetered on the edge of true pleasure. This was a sweetness I had been denied last time, but now I was free to embrace it fully.   
The fall was so much sweeter than the climb as I felt every nerve in my body be lit a flame, hips stuttering as Viktor held my hips down against his mouth with all his strength. Both hands having to shoot up and bruise my skin in order to keep me still, milking my orgasm with just his skilled mouth till I was whimpering for him to stop. My plea faded into breathless whispers as I worked to salivate my dry mouth, feeling as though all the moisture had been drained from my very soul.   
When he finally did stop, I felt like all the air rushed back into my lungs.  
His rough hands smoothed over my hips and thighs, coaxing the tight muscles as he gently lowered my leg from his shoulder. He pulled his head from my skirt, resting his chin against my stomach, his eyes sparkling with amusement as his lower face glistened with my slick in the moonlight. I would have been completely embarrassed if my mind hadn't still been swirling.  
“What?” My voice was soft as I brushed my fingers gently through his hair, trembling slightly with the fear of shattering this sweet moment. “Why are you looking at me like that?”  
“That was absolutely not quiet,” he teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he slowly rose, using my hip and the vines behind me for support. I did my best to ignore the slight grunt from the strain on his leg, learning from last time. 
We caught each other’s gaze, and in that instant, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us. The moonlight enveloped us in a silver glow, and I couldn’t help but smile at the way the light danced in his hair.   
“We shouldn’t be out here,” I whispered, half-heartedly trying to sound serious, but the flicker of mischief in his eyes told me he was already thinking of a way to push our luck a little further.   
“Just a few moments longer,” he urged softly, brushing his thumb across the middle of my back I nodded, feeling my heart race at the intimacy of it all. It felt exhilarating, sneaking away and making our own wanton little paradise under the starlit sky.  
... Until a metalic clink came from somewhere above us.   
My breath caught in my throat, and I craned with him to look toward the sound. “Was that…?” I started, glancing back at him, but he was already scanning up the stair wall.  
Before we could decide what to do, a voice called out, cutting through our tranquility like a knife. “Hello! Is anyone out here?” My heart sank as I recognized the voice—it was Elora another assistant to the council, wandering into the garden. I glanced at him with wide eyes, and we both shared a fleeting expression of panic. 
 “Time to play it cool?” he suggested, trying to lighten to mood.  
 I couldn’t help but smile, smoothing down my skirts. “Let’s just hope we weren’t missed,” I replied, shaking my head as the moment we had just shared clung to the air between us.   
 “You first,” He smiled at me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze as he nodded up the steps as Elora called out again, threatening to come out to the garden. “Perception and all that.”  
I gave him a thankful grin in return, doing the same with the squeeze. “Sweet,” I complimented as I chanced a small quick kiss, catching him off guard. I didn’t let him recover before I turned to walk away, pulling my hand away last. I saw him give a goofy wave as I ascended the stairs, plastering on a political smile to join Elora on the balcony. “My apologies, I needed air and the Kirammen garden in still breathtaking,” I linked my arms with hers, admiring her lovely blue dress.   
“Oh! We can take a walk if —” I stopped her from turning back to the garden.  
“No!” I said that too loud, drawing her suspicious with a raised brow. “I am fine. I assume Councilwomen Medarda wants to see me?”  
“Yes, your patron has been talking incessantly about your specialty in toxic flora and my mistress was most intrigued by the applications you have found for them medicinally...” Elora’s voice faded into all the others of the party as we emerged from the doors. I sent one long look out to the garden, a new bounce to myself as I joined the group surrounding my Patron.   
“Do try to keep your wits about you. It would be unfortunate if you were to embarrass me,” Hoskel muttered, his voice low but laced with irritation.  Never one to miss a chance. 
I rolled my eyes, “I won’t embarrass you.” I dipped my head lower towards the gorgeous council women to my right, her soft green eyes observing me and liking what she saw. “It's a pleasure to meet you Councilwomen, Elora and my patron speak highly of you.”  
She bowed her head back, eyes flickering to the balcony doors behind me, Viktor walking in finally, a fact unknown to me. “The pleasure is all mine, doctor.” 
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(Himerdingers lab at the Acadamy or Hoskels mannor next time? still haven't decided)
Taglist: @freakboycentral • @jollyperfectiontimemachine • @ac1d-0 • @chaoticevolution • @that-gingernut-girly • @im-just-a-simp-le-whore • @shortbreadbunny • @circeinspace • @miju69
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phone4pills · 2 months ago
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DEAR SANTA DAY 1
𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! no warnings apart from some venting, don’t try this btw, stranger danger
You felt so stupid when you dropped your letter in the postbox. Your friends had dared you to write a Christmas wish list and mail it to a random address in a random state. You’d spun a wheel and landed on Massachusetts. So you’d written your letter to a random home there, in Boston specifically. And you’d drawn pretty pink and red bows on the envelope, hoping whoever received it would like them. At first it didn’t seem like a huge deal but now that you were actually stood in front of the crimson post box, no way to turn back time and get your letter out of the pile, your nerves were spiking off the chart.
You took a deep breath, shoving your hand a back into the pockets of your coat and walked away, deciding that you wouldn’t look back at that darned post box, only following the snowy trail ahead of your feet.
Four days later - Sturniolo’s Home
Matt hurried downstairs towards the sound of the doorbell. The rest of his family had left the house to buy Christmas secret santa gifts for each other. He’d already ordered his online for Chris. A cameo from one of his favourite celebrities and a chain with his name on it. He also had a Lego set in his room that he’d been meaning to give his brother, so he would add that in too.
When he opened the door, he was surprised to find a postman with an envelope addressed to their house but nobody specifically. It was nicely decorated with some bows on the back so it wasn’t something serious like bills or anything to do with a business. And there was no parcel with it. Only the envelope. He thanked the postman and closed the door, almost scared to unveil what was inside.
The envelope sat on his desk for a few hours. And he stared at it. Longer and longer. Until the corners began to curve and he was seeing multiple shades in the plain white folded paper. He wanted to wait for Chris and Nick to get home so they could open it together. But the temptation was eating away at him. And he couldn’t resist anymore, reaching across the room to grab it and settling down on the end of his bed.
His fingers played with the opening for a bit until he eventually tore the envelope open and pulled out a folded bit or cream card. A deep breath racked through Matt’s throat as he unfolded the piece and read the note.
Dear Santa,
Whoever you may be, I hope you’re having a great time these holidays. I’ve never been the biggest fan of this time of year but I promised myself I’d be more outgoing so I’m writing this to you, Santa Stranger, hoping you’ll read it someday, preferably before Christmas.
I really wish for good grades in college this year and success in the future so the job I work to pay off my student loans is all worth it. I hope that I can finally buy the camera I’ve had my eye on for a while and take capture loads of memories with my friends, and my grandma because she’s getting older and I always want her with me.
But most of all, I hope that Christmas this year feels as magical as it was when I was a kid. The lead up to the holidays is always so exciting but I feel like I keep getting let down now that I’m older. I hope that this Christmas can be different, enchanting.
I admit, I have yet to buy presents for a lot of people. Especially the boys and men in my life. I swear it’s so hard to shop for the male population. If by any chance you might have some ideas, I’d appreciate them. That’s in the scenario that this reaches you in time and you can get it back to me before the 24th, which I kind of really hope it does.
That’s all for now. Until next time, Santa.
- Signed, Elf
A grin spread across Matt’s face and his eyebrows, that were previously knitted together, softened. He was ultimately in awe, unable to deny how genius he thought the whole scheme was. And he wondered what the chances were that this ended up at his house, of all the houses in America. He found your address on the back of the slip and made a start writing his letter back as quickly as he could.
He’d been meaning to talk to someone about Christmas in more depth. He’d talked about it a little bit with his brothers on their YouTube channel during the lead up to the winter season, but he’d never truly gotten to express how he felt about the time of year. And now he was given a perfect opportunity. There were no ties to it. No judgment. Only honesty, and he liked that.
Three days later - Your Home
You’d received a green envelope in your postbox with smiley faces drawn all over it. Instantly, you knew what it was. You’d almost completely forgotten about the message you’d shipped off previously and had your doubts about it being returned.
Hurriedly, you ran across the hallway and threw yourself down on the couch, giving your cat a few head rubs before peeling open the casing around a piece of white card.
Dear Elf,
I wish you’d seen my face when I opened your letter. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t frightful when I was handed the envelope. The bows are really pretty by the way, you must be a good doodler. I doodle a lot too, especially when I’m feeling particularly anxious about things.
Speaking of relations and similarities, I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s had a good few thoughts on Christmas this year, and the last few. Maybe some magical force directed your message to me so I’d have somewhere to write down all of my thoughts. I’d have someone to tell without the weight of being judged in person.
I’m not that good at writing if you couldn’t tell already but I’m trying my best. I hope this year’s holiday season is like a breath of fresh air from all of the stress that’s polluting my life. I feel like I just need to feel free to feel Christmas. And I’m grateful for all I have of course, but it’d be nice to get away from all of the hate and negativity that comes with it.
About college, I never actually went but I wish the best for you. You should tell me about it. And be honest, I want to know all the details. I don’t have much time before my parents and my brother get home but before I forget, women are ten times harder to shop for than men!
Anyway, I got my brother a silver chain with his name on it and a cameo for secret Santa this year. I’m also throwing a Lego set in there. I don’t know if that’s helpful in any way, but it’s all the knowledge I have to offer. At the end of the day, any gift is a gift in the end. And it will be appreciated.
I wish you a Merry Christmas and I hope that all of your wishes come true. I think everybody needs a little bit of holiday magic this winter. Please do keep writing back to me if it’s possible. I’ve been needing something like this without even knowing.
Can’t wait to hear back. Until next time, my Elf.
- Signed, Santa
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Thanks for reading ! There will be a Chris fic to come on the 3rd. Meanwhile, I have something else planned for tomorrow my lovelies. And a warm welcome to Slow’s Advent Calendar everyone.
- ©phone4pills
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thehelltingvilleclub · 11 days ago
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Helltingville Epilogues
Want some old men? have old men and the lonely rat bastard Captain Dickey.
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From left to right:
Jerry - Mandi - Cherri (Left) - William "Buck" Titus (Right) - Bill - May - Pete - Jane - Amari (Matt's younger sister) - Josh - Matt
dude this took me too long
but man do I love all of em
Jerry and Mandi don't end up together permanently-- but they do have their kids together. I genuinely imagine Jerry ends up like Scout TF2 style as a single dad to like 4 kids but he loves them all equally and gives them all the attention he can.
And when he can't handle them all, he'll just drag Bill over and make him deal with them.
Yes, in Helltingville the gang stick together.. kind of. Like old friends that happen to live nearby-- they meet up occasionally, they keep tabs on each other online, they might even have a christmas party together, but they definitely are not hanging out regularly like they did as kids.
Jerry and May's anxiety can't take it, Josh's heart can't take it, and Bill can't take the guilt of knowing that, so its sparingly, but they'll keep in touch.
During the heavy confrontation after Comicon and after, Bill kinda.. hit rock bottom? Like if he hit rock bottom as a teenager then he hit the bottom of satan's fucking boot. Getting reemed out by Matt, disgusting looks from everyone and even his sister, seeing everyone so happy without him--
he struggles with that, and he hates it. He gets so unbelievably angry with himself for being both equally stupid and selfish. He shouldn't be upset about this! They're just stupid fake fans that don't understand him, right? then why the hell is he three bottles in and he still feels like shit?
Jerry and May keep tabs on Bill the most, checking on him and forcing him into therapy. Jerry uses him as a free babysitter, May enjoys the company when she isn't on set with Pete, and Bill isn't passed out drunk in his mom's basement.
Jane and Amari were enemies in high school, they actually hated each others GUTS. Amari was captain of the cheerleading team and Jane had her punk girl gang. And yet, in college, they managed to get together and put aside their differences. (Plus, Amari has the same infatuation problem as Matt... and her type is scrawny women that could stab a bitch, apparently).
Matt does develop a bit.. of an alcohol issue. He's so stressed from work, worried about Josh and his health, BILL being ALIVE, Bill being NEAR HIM, Bill staring at his SISTER bro his liver is crying.
Josh.. kind of knows. He can tell that Matt drinks at dinner and maybe a sip or two before bed, but He doesn't want to step out of line and make Matt upset. The last thing he wants is to upset his fiance and get yelled at again for being useless. He doesn't need to go down memory lane.
Cherri develops a vocal stim similar to Jerry, and struggles to talk otherwise and is usually hiding behind him whenever they aren't in their room. Buck, on the other hand, will not stop asking questions or shut the fuck up. this kid has enough energy to power the sun and his brain never turns off. Sorry Bill, you're gonna have to explain the entire Star Trek lore because you mentioned Star Logs and did the Vulcan Salute and now he demands to know what that is.
May works with Pete on occasion, mostly on a commission basis from Butchie. She helps make props and walks new actresses through the ropes and makes sure they're safe on set. Pete is just happy his woman's with him and you BET he brags "guys look at my girlfriend god I love her--"
And yes, they're looking to name their kiddo Sidney, but it's still a toss up. Bill says the name sounds dumb but won't help May pick any new ones to add to the list, so his opinion can get stuck in a meatgrinder.
Guys i have too much to say about them.
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joelmillerisapunk · 1 month ago
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This is my first time making one of these, and I feel like I should have done it a long time ago. There's been so many amazing fics I've read this past month. This month alone, I've done more reading and reblogging than I ever have, so buckle up 'cause it's about to be a long one. There's roughly 40ish fics here
A big thank you to every single author on this list for taking the time to write these and for the privilege of letting us read these and for free might I add. Your hard work, blood, sweat and tears has not gone unnoticed.
Please read the warnings before you indulge in these wonderful fics 🥰 enjoy!
Acacius
ᯓ★ Foxglove Downs Masterlist - @whocaresstillthelouvre
Pairing: Marcus Acacius x Lucius Verus x Female Reader
Summary: In the exclusive realm of elite show jumping, where wealth stretches as far as the polished estates, Marcus Acacius and Lucius Verus are locked in a fierce competition that reaches far beyond the arena.
ᯓ★ cosmic love - @kedsandtubesocks
Pairing: Marcus Acacius x F!Reader x Marcus Pike
Summary: a missing statue, a handsome ancient roman general, an equally handsome museum visitor - and you caught in the magical (and wonderful) mess of it all
ᯓ★ Wardog - @studioghibelli
Pairing: Marcus x reader  
Summary: the twin caesars were cruel, twisted, bad, unfit to rule the sweet empire of rome. but they pale in the shadow that you, their older sister, leaves behind. general acacius sees your hunger for power, your thirst for blood, your drive for ambition- it disgusts him. unfortunately, he cannot resist the temptation that is you. 
Dave York
ᯓ★ Law of attraction series - @baronessvonglitter
Pairing: Rom Com AU - divorce lawyer!Dave York x fem!Reader (featuring club owner!Javier Peña) 
Summary: Attraction isn't an easy thing to ignore. Especially when you and Dave find yourselves entangled in each other's professional and then private lives. 
ᯓ★let them feel - @guiltyasdave
pairing: Dave York x f!reader with a side of whichever Pedro boys you want x f!reader
summary: @/luxurychristmaspudding posted this poll with the compelling question in a room full of p boys, who is getting you off (in front of everyone else 👀)?, which led to the lovely daphne @/sizzlingcloudmentality posting let them see (go read that asap!), which then led to me asking "hey do you mind if i continue this?" and then writing 2k words in a state that i can only describe as possessed. enjoy <3
ᯓ★Fear & Delight - @pedgito
Pairing: Dave York x Reader
Summary: Dave's one last contract to tie up before the holidays proves to be more difficult than he expected.
Din Djarin
ᯓ★For the first time - @sawymredfox
pairing: Din Djarin x fem able-bodied reader
summary: The decision is made, it's time to do it. Hopefully, he'll survive the pain.
Frankie Morales
ᯓ★ Be My Baby - A Very Frankie Christmas - @schnarfer
Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!reader
Summary: Will you be my (Christmas) baby?
ᯓ★ The Layover - @magpiepills
Pairing: Frankie Morales x f reader x f reader’s friend x Santi Garcia
Summary: you and your friend meet a couple guys on their way back to Florida from Colombia. One thing leads to another and you end up at a motel.
ᯓ★ More Than Letters Series - @almostfoxglove
Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader
Summary: You've tried long distance once: in college, after meeting your childhood pen pal Frankie in person for the first time. It didn't work out. More than a decade later, your mom calls with news: a letter has shown up for you with a familiar return address.
ᯓ★ nut vid with the sound on - @syd-djarin
Pairing: frankie "catfish" morales x f!reader
Summary :You accidently send Frankie a text that he wasn't supposed to see.
Javier Peña
ᯓ★Unscripted Desire - @gothcsz
Pairing: pornstar!javixreader
Series summary: 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? Explicit. Minors DNI. 
ᯓ★Touch Tank - @thundermartini
Pairing: javier peña x f!reader
Summary:Javier helps you get over a little self-confidence crisis.
ᯓ★Branded - @sawymredfox
pairing: Javier Peña x fem! able-bodied reader
summary: Javier acknowledges something in the middle of the jungle.
ᯓ★The Constant - @milla-frenchy
Pairing: Javier Pena x fem reader
Summary: Javi wakes up after a nightmare
ᯓ★ FYBF- @almostempty
Pairing: Javier x f! reader
Summary: javier takes you home to prove that he can fuck you better than your boyfriend
Joel Miller
ᯓ★A Christmas Miracle - @punkshort
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Years of tension after a failed hook-up attempt with Joel boil over at your office Christmas party, but not in the way you expect.
ᯓ★texas red - @studioghibelli
pairing: joel miller x reader, 18+
summary: Joel ain’t used to lovin’ like yours.
ᯓ★ guilty pleasure: a fic in fetlife messages @wintrwinchestr
pairing: joel miller x f!reader oneshot
summary: joel is a freak and is tired of keeping it to himself. he finally decides to make himself a fetlife profile and finds just the type of girl he's been looking for to match his freak: you.
ᯓ★Phonophilia - @ozarkthedog
Pairing: Joel miller x f reader
Summary: Joel Miller loves how responsive you are.
ᯓ★Loopholes series  @yxtkiwiyxt
pairing : Joel Miller x f reader 
Series Summary: After a recent layoff from your job, you're now facing the end of your work visa in the U.S. which is set to expire soon. Tommy needs to access his trust fund before turning 35 or by marrying, so he presents you with a proposition: pretend to be his fiancée. In return, he’ll sponsor your work visa by putting you on the payroll for Miller Construction. But things get more complicated when you meet Tommy's older brother, Joel, who is skeptical about your fast-tracked engagement.
ᯓ★Fixation - @mssalo
Pairing: joel x f reader
Summary: You have an oral fixation, and Joel is more than happy to keep your mouth busy. 
ᯓ★Precision - @mrsmando
Pairing: joel miller x f!reader
summary: joel lets you trim his mustache. 
ᯓ★But he's the one i want - @wheresarizona
Pairing: Joel x f!reader
summary: All you needed was to see if your dad’s friend, Joel, had a spare key to your father’s house. Instead, you get railed within an inch of your life on Joel’s couch. 
ᯓ★Bad Santa - @baronessvonglitter
Pairing: sleazy mall Santa!Joel Miller x fem!Reader
Summary: Frantically seeking relief during the Christmas rush, the Santa at your local mall is the last person you'd expect to help.. and the only one who can.
ᯓ★it means something - @jolapeno
Pairing: jackson!joel miller x f!reader
Summary: Compliments don’t fall from his tongue, but they drip from his eyes. They land on your skin, healing scars that don’t show; they make you glow, and feel like something worth choosing.
ᯓ★HARDER THAN YOU THINK - @aurorawritestoescape & @milla-frenchy
Pairing:Boss!Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: It’s your first day at work and you feel nervous. But what can go wrong if your boss is your dad’s best friend, a person you’ve known and trusted for years? 
ᯓ★Lie to me - @strang3lov3
Pairing: dark+joel x f reader
Summary: Joel catches you red handed
ᯓ★dance away your cowboy blues - @kedsandtubesocks
Pairing: Country Singer!Joel Miller x F!Reader
summary: who knew the man with the voice of an angel could break your heart this bad? 
ᯓ★ The Wold You Feed Series - @arcanefox207
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader
Summary: Set in fictional New England town, you fall for your handsome, intense and outdoorsy neighbor while renting out your parent's vacant summer home during a brutal winter.
ᯓ★Fallin' - @probablyreadinsmut
Pairing: Joel Miller X Afab!Reader
Summary: Reader is Joel's neighbour, a mid to late twenties pastry chef, who finds herself running on fumes. You're married to your high-school sweetheart Matt and for the longest time you were happy.
The loss of his job a few months prior changed him and before you knew it, the man you'd married didn't exist anymore. Replaced by a volatile stranger, it was him, but it wasn't him.
Joel Miller finds himself at the centre of it all and when the world ends, the trouble for him, doesn't end with it.
ᯓ★The Mrs Clause - @probablyreadinsmut
Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Afab!Reader
Summary: You and Joel are Patrol partners who have been dancing around your feelings for each other for the longest time. Tommy has had enough of it and decides to intervene, setting Joel and you up as Santa and Mrs Claus.
ᯓ★ Steal Your Girl - @evolnoomym
Pairing:Joel Miller x F!reader
Summary: Joel shows you good time after some dude makes you feel very disappointed.
ᯓ★ A good grade - @itwasntimethatdidit40
Pairing: Perv Art Professor!Joel x afab!reader
Summary: You always thought you would have a future in the art world, until you met Mr. Miller, your professor who decided to make your life hell. What are you willing to do for a good grade?
ᯓ★ cherry thrill masterlist - @hellishjoel
Pairing: tattoo artist daddy dom!joel miller x virgin sub f!reader
series summary: Trust and devotion. Ink meets innocence. Your tattoo artist, Joel Miller, shows you what it really means to give up control. Reeling from the loss of your job, you’re running out of options, until a passing comment from Joel and a video camera give you just the right idea.
Reed Richards
ᯓ★That Shit wont end well - @sanarsi
Pairing: reed richards x f reader 
Summary: An affair with the most famous inventor of your time? What could possibly go wrong?
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curiouspupsicle · 7 days ago
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Fan Fiction Recommendations - Pinned Post
Thought it might be helpful to save links to my weekly fan fic recommendations. Organized by theme, each post gives you the rating and enough information to give you an idea of whether it's a good choice for you to read. And you'll find more great suggestions in the comments and reblogs. Just one more option for a fan fic reference desk. Scroll down for links--oldest first.
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2024
11/8/24 - Fics that Made Me LOL - These are the funniest fics; the ones that actually had me laughing out loud. I'll definitely need to revisit this theme. So many to add to the list.
11/15/24 - Current Best of the Best - Snapshot of my absolute favorite fics at this moment in time. Fics I loved and can't imagine ever forgetting.
11/22/24 - Human AUs - These are the fics that finally convinced me to read our ineffable pair depicted as humans. And I've never looked back.
11/28/24 - Banter - Who doesn't love saucy banter? Here are my fave stories with witty dialogue.
12/6/24 - Illustrated Stories - It's in the name. These include comics and traditional fics with illustrations.
12/13/24 - Smooth Criminals - Fics that involve criminal undertakings.
12/20/24 - Christmas - I limit myself to one, very special Christmas fic. Hard to imagine any story better than this one.
12/27/24 - Through the Ages - Do you really need an explanation? My fave fics that show our ineffable pair in different time periods.
2025
1/3/25 - The Bentley - Fics in which our favorite sentient car gets her due.
1/10/25 - "Mixed" AUs - Stories in which one of the ineffable pair is mortal and the other is supernatural.
1/17/25 - Animal Shenanigans, pt 1 - Fics in which animals play an important role.
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wanderingmind867 · 2 months ago
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I have a plan to help me with my Christmas List, Me and my dad renewed his library card (although he forgot to renew mine), and i'm planning to pick some books out from the local public library. Specifically, I'm mostly going for the Rick Riordan Presents books, and Rick Riordan's novel Daughter of the Deep. Then I'll skim them and see if they seem to be up my alley. If they are, I'll add them to my Christmas list. If not, then I guess at least I'll know they're not for me? Either way, I'm pretty much all set for books on my Christmas List now. All I might want to pad my list out with is video games and dvds, now. So I just need to think of some of those now. sigh...
In doing this, I also realized my public libraries website has changed a lot over the years. The last time I used it was probably five years ago. And wow, it's really changed a lot over the years. It looks nice, but it certainly felt harder to navigate than the old website. Maybe that's just the nostalgia and reminisce talking, but it's true. It felt harder to navigate, so let's just hope I actually did put all the books on hold.
This post got no attention whatsoever yesterday. Zero notes. And since this whole christmas list thing is mildly important to me, and plus the fact that i'm frequently the type of person who seems to need validation that i'm being heard, to the point where I always get paranoid my dad isn't paying attention to me, i'm just going to reblog this again. And probably keep reblogging it until it gets at least one note.
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byte-your-tongue · 1 month ago
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How They Wrap Your Presents Pt. 1 (Obey Me! SWD Brothers)
(Platonic, GN Reader)
AN: Recently got access to my old obswd account after over two years of not being able to play!! ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ im excited about that + the holidays so here yall go take some sill lil hcs. these are pretty christmas focused but if anyone wants an edited version where i remove that and make it more generic what holiday is being talked about just let me know! part two with the other characters will hopefully be up soon!
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Lucifer:
His presents look neat but maybe a little bit boring compared to some of the others on this list
They are tastefully wrapped in a simple solid color metallic wrapping paper with no ribbon.
He wouldn't pick out a wrapping paper with a pattern because he thinks it looks sort of silly or childish or "too much"
He doesn't use sticker labels, instead attaching a small piece of paper or card with his elegant cursive handwriting on it addressing it to you from him.
He will leave your present under the tree in the HOL and look on with pride when you open it christmas day.
He may get onto you if you try to shake it to figure out what it is early, telling you to be patient and that it will be worth the wait.
Mammon:
He could have taken the easy way out and put your presents in a bag but he wants to wrap them himself.
This of course leads to a disaster with wrapping paper scraps everywhere and him covered in tape. He probably also somehow manages to cut himself with the scissors at one point.
Your present may look like a disaster but it's wrapped with love.
Sure he could have asked someone like Asmo to help him out but he selfishly wanted the present to be only from him alone, with no one else helping him.
He would probably pick out a very basic pattern like snowflakes or something.
He doesn't put a tag on it (which is probably for the best, his handwriting is atrocious)
He's sort of embarrassed of how it turned out and doesn't put it under the tree before christmas, choosing instead to hand it to you directly on christmas morning.
If you tell him you like the wrapping despite how it looks he will be over the moon and blushing like a tomato.
Mammon is overjoyed to see you so happy because of him, and commits this moment to memory forever.
Leviathan:
I don't think he would be very confident in his wrapping skills, instead choosing to give you a gift bag instead.
Plus it's just easier that way! No fiddling with wrapping paper and tape.
It's not like a gift bag is an any way less good than a wrapped present, but after seeing Asmo's gorgeous gift to you sitting under the tree he gets worried you won't like his.
So he decides to customize the bag for you, drawing your favorite character on it.
He puts your gift inside, adds some simple tissue paper, and adds it to the small pile of gifts already under the tree.
On christmas day when you finally open his gift he's anxious you won't like it. When you beam at him and tell him you love it and compliment the drawing on the bag he feels like he could pass out from joy.
Satan:
Satan for sure is going to make your gift look good.
He is careful and meticulous with the wrapping, not an inch out of place with perfect folds.
He might pick out a simple pattern that just has holiday colors on it. Nothing too intense but still festive.
He is the first one i've talked about so far who would add a ribbon. Something thin and shiny wrapped across both axis of the present and tied up with perfect curls.
He adds a simple tag that has your and his names on it in neat print.
He will add his present to the pile, admiring the other ones already there.
When you finally get his present you almost don't want to open it, admiring how it looks.
He will be happy if you like his gift, smiling warmly at you.
Asmodeus:
You KNOW Asmo is going all out on wrapping your presents.
Your present is wrapped in the most adorable sparkly paper he could find and topped with a big bow and ribbons.
Your presents from him are very cute without being over the top.
He is very excited for the holidays, picking out your presents and wrapping them before anyone else had even found anything for you.
He spends a lot of time wrapping your presents perfectly and making sure not a single piece of ribbon is out of place.
Beelzebub:
He doesn't really know what do so he goes to Asmo for help. Beel is one of the only people here who doesn't mind asking for help, and he knows Asmo would be perfect for this.
Beel picks out the paper and gets Asmo to help him wrap it so of course it comes out cute looking.
The first paper Beel wanted to use had a cute little pattern with gingerbread men on it, but he did in fact eat some of the paper while Asmo was trying to wrap.
After that the two of them decided another choice of wrapping paper might be better if they want your gift to survive.
Beel adds a sticker to it that addresses the gift to you from him and places it under the tree.
Belphegor:
Belphie is NOT wrapping your present.
He's not even putting in in a gift bag.
The bare minimum he would do is slap a simple bow on it and calls it done.
Since your present isn't wrapped he doesn't put it under the tree, instead waiting till christmas and giving it to you directly.
He may not have put a lot of thought into the wrapping, but he did put a lot of time and effort into picking out your present so he really hopes you like it.
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i-may-be-an-emu · 6 months ago
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SFTH Fic Masterlist!!
This list is no longer active. I have however moved the list to here for several reasons explained in that post :) I’m still keeping this up though
someone said that they wanted a fic masterlist so I made one :))
These are all the sfth fics on ao3, wattpad and tumblr that i could find- they’re not really in any order but they are organised into the plays and stuff that they’re from. I have not read all of these, just compiling them here :)
the number at the end refers to how many fics there are in that category.
A big thank you to all these fic writers you’re amazing!
**full credit to the authors for these fics**
(note: no sexually explicit fics are on this list, though some are mature and some have serious warnings. Please read and consider the warnings.)
ao3:
#1. Omg Is This A Joke (3)
#.3 Lost In Your Eyes (3)
#5. Long Johns - STRIKE! (7)
#.10 The Midnight Mystery (2)
#11. Inside The Mysterious Cube and Part Two (19)
#13. All Eyes On Nigel (8)
#14. No! I Always Loved That Caravan (1)
#15. Wild, Wet & Worrisome (2)
#16. The Cardboard Stegosaurus (8)
#20. The Leftenmost Window (9)
#21. The Neighbours Under The Bed (3)
#22. The Milkman (10)
#23. Beetroots And Murder (3)
#24. Susan’s Holiday (1)
#25. The Evil Make a Wish Kid (1)
#26. Priscilla’s Final Petal (2)
#27. The Mystery Of The Midnight Circus (1)
#29. Wine Under The Bridge (2)
#30. The Unrelenting Aubergine And part two and part three and part four (32)
#31. The Lighthouse (1)
#32. Murders In Space (1)
#33. Marigolds Bluebells and Hugh (2)
#35. Burglary And Bobsledding (1)
#36. Toby’s Secret Pocket and part two (12)
#37. Ballet On The Battlefield (2)
#39. The Grape Depression (1)
#40. Strange Noises From The Hole In The Wall (2)
#41. Divorces And Teddy Bears (1)
#42. The Detective Versus The Christmas Tree Bandits (4)
Crossover Fics and crossover part two and crossover part three and crossover part four crossover part five (45)
Skits/Scenes (games/flurries) thirsty vamps(1) genre from huge(1) coming out timewarp(1) devils daughter (flurry?)(1) two therapist genre(1) total (5)
Headcanons/Lore/Other stuff (6)
Patreon Fics (you’re still welcome to read these if you’re not a patreon but it might not make sense) (3)
Live Show Fics (HOW!?!?!? Amazing. I think this play will be released and I’ll edit this when/if it does to be with fics from that play.) (1)
DND (not putting it in the patron list since some people bought tickets so it doesn’t really fit the patreon category) (9)
RPF and RPF Part Two and RPF Part Three and RPF Part Four and RPF Part Five RPF Part Six and RPF Part Seven and RPF Part Eight and RPF Part Nine Part Ten (If you don’t like rpf please don’t engage with these fics or authors, I just want to prevent arguments yk) (99)
RPF x Reader (making it its own category since all the others are with the boys that I know of I think and idk maybe people wanna find things easier?) (1)
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Improvised play fics (5)
Wattpad:
Improvised play fics (2)
if you’ve written any sfth fanfiction that’s up on ao3 and it’s not on this list and you want it to be then let me know and I’ll add it :)) (or if you’ve noticed any missing fics too)
Total fics on this masterlist: 318
(that’s if my dyscalculia didn’t fail me and I somehow counted right^^)
Last Updated: 31st December 2024
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aroace-poly-show · 5 months ago
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hello friends we are starting this kind of early cause i have. a lot of mutuals. so. taking in requests now for the
marlo mutual christmas/winter gift doodles
putting this above the read more so people see it: ‼️‼️you do not need to celebrate christmas for this!! if you’re one of my mutuals that doesn’t celebrate christmas but you still want one you are still included ‼️‼️and if you really don’t want one then just like the post without commenting please ‼️‼️ otherwise i might assume you just haven’t seen the post and dm you to be sure aifbksnfnd (or let me know directly. comment or dm or ask or whatever you want. i just need to know that you’ve seen it and don’t want one)
i did this last year. really simple concept. you give me a few characters you like and i will draw a silly little doodle for you and send you an ask (or dm or tag you in a post with if i can’t send it in an ask for whatever reason) on christmas day!! i will have this post queued to go up multiple times a day so hopefully people don’t miss it sorry if it gets annoying fast LMAO
some answers to potential questions and clarifications here:
-you are not required to give me a doodle in return, you can if you want but you do not have to!! there is no pressure to!!! if you do want to make a return gift though then characters i like i’ll list them at the bottom
-begging you. if we’re mutuals and you want one pleaseeeee respond in the comments. it keeps things all in one place for me, and if i am not sure whether you want one or not i will just ask you directly and i get Anxious so if you want to save yourself the trouble of me bothering you in dms for it pleaseeee don’t feel like you’re not included in this, and just comment on the post
-id appreciate like. a handful of characters you’d be happy to receive a doodle of and not just One, since i might have trouble drawing some and i don’t wanna send you a really shitty doodle or stress myself out trying to get it right in time fjnskdnsk
-they do not have to be characters i know about!! literally any you like!!
-i’m doing this really early so i can give myself enough time for it but if you change your mind on the characters before just let me know!!
ummm. if i need to add more i will. but i think that’s it for now!! praying i’ll actually be able to go through with this i am so sorry if i end up having to give stuff out late 💔💔
anyway if you really do want to give me one in return. i think i’m pretty obvious about who i like and you’re free to do others i didn’t mention here that you know i like too, but here’s a few jic anyone wants a list: anyone from wonderlands x showtime, mafuyu asahina, basil from omori, vflower, siffrin, loop, mirabelle
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lewmagoo · 2 months ago
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lewmagoo’s holiday celebration
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the holiday season is my absolute favorite time of year, and i thought it would be fun to host a writing celebration to get into the festive spirit! 🎄
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RULES:
use the tag #the holidays with lewmagoo
must be 18+ to join
you may choose one prompt and/or one song from below and use it as inspiration for your creation! writing, fanart, moodboards, etc are all welcome!
there are two lists below. if you would like to only use a song, or only use a prompt, you can. or, if you would like to combine the two (ex: "let it snow/building a snowman with rhett") you may do that as well
to participate, send me an ask with your prompt and character choice, and i will add you to the list
limit to one prompt/one song per person
limit to one character per person
example as to what your ask may look like:
if two people request the same prompt, i will permit it as long as you are writing about different characters
no more than two creators per prompt
tag or message me when you post your submission so i can read and reblog it!
please have your submissions posted on or before december 31st
note: crossed out prompts mean those slots are filled
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CHARACTERS YOU MAY CHOOSE FROM:
bob floyd
rhett abbott
miles miller
calvin evans
harrison knott
ben mears
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SONGS:
christmas for cowboys (@seitmai | rhett)
sleigh ride
i'll be home for christmas (@thesewordsareallihavetogive | bob)
let it snow!
have yourself a merry little christmas (@dazzlerwriting | bob)
winter wonderland
last christmas (@briseisgone | bob)
home for the holidays
please come home for christmas (@sebsxphia | rhett)
silver bells
white christmas
aspenglow (@sunblchdfly | bob)
christmas tree farm (@rhettabbotts | rhett)
mistletoe and holly
merry christmas darling
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PROMPTS:
decorating the christmas tree (@desert-fern | bob)
fake dating for the holidays (@versipellesh | rhett)
first snowfall of the year
watching christmas movies
baking cookies together (@lovinglyeternal | rhett)
participating in unusual traditions
christmas morning (@whisperofsong | bob)
caught under the mistletoe (@/dazzlerwriting | bob)
making a gingerbread house (@mrsrobert-bob-floyd | bob) (@floydsmuse | rhett)
snowed in during a heavy snow storm (@delopsia | rhett)
building a snowman (@ryebecca | rhett)
spending the holidays with found family
you're each other's secret santa (@live-love-be-unique | bob floyd) (@/rhettabbotts | rhett)
falling into the snow to make snow angels together
sitting down to wrap presents together (@bobfloydsbabe | rhett)
quiet winter night
going sledding together at night
warming the other's cold hands (@11bet-on-bex11 | bob)
proposing on christmas eve
learning how to ice skate (@thiswaytoinfinity | bob)
snuggled up together in front of the fireplace (@auroralightsthesky | calvin)
christmas morning breakfast in bed
candy cane kisses
snowflakes on your eyelashes
warming each other up after a snowball fight (@mynameismckenziemae | rhett)
best present you've ever gotten
pulling them in by the scarf for a kiss
cooking a holiday dinner together (@withahappyrefrain | rhett)
first christmas together (@beautifulandvoid | bob)
late night drive to see christmas lights (@rhettsunshine | rhett)
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please reblog this for anyone who might be interested! merry christmas and happy holidays to all, i can't wait to see what you come up with!
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samcrosfaith · 4 months ago
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COSTUME CHOICE
Soft!Happy Lowman x random fem!oc because I suck at writing character x reader.
a/n; please feel free to leave requests in my ask box for Halloween and Christmas One Shots. Happy and Jax only please because I'm not good at writing the other characters lol. If you have a specific wish/look/backstory for your OC, please let me know— otherwise I'll come up with something. 🦇🎃🕸️
If you wanna get tagged in these just let me know in the comments and I'll add you to the tag list. 🤎🍂
this one here was requested my one of my lovely Wattpad followers!
tag list; @ravennaortiz
word count; about 1.4k
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Happy couldn't believe his eyes as he entered the living room and saw their family dog, a white pitbull puppy, in a Halloween sweater for dogs, the wooden floor creaking under his heavy boots, announcing that he was home. Cassie, his beautiful wife, sat on the floor with their one year old son placed in her lap, the little boy stuffed into a pumpkin costume while their three year old daughter ran towards him in her ladybug custume, her blonde hair sitting in pigtails on top of her head.
This might be a strange view for some people, but for him it was normal by now, knowing his wife was an absolute Halloween fanatic. Scented candles made sure the house smelled exactly like it should during this time of the year. He couldn't care less about the way his house smelled, Cinnamon and apple definitely wouldn't be his first choice though. But as long as Cassie was Happy, he was too.
"Daddy! Look at my outfit!" The three year old girl spun around a few times, making sure to show off her whole outfit with the brightest eyes. "You like it?"
Happy watched his daughter's face light up even more as he picked her up, her little arms wrapping around his neck. "It's perfect, bug. You picked it out?"
"Yep! I wanna be a ladybug", the girl sing-sang, wobbling her head from side to side.
Happy winked at the woman on the floor, almost unable to take his eyes off the woman he had married five years ago. "Glad Mommy showed you the costume, you definitely chose the right one", he assured the little girl.
"Hey Baby", Cassie greeted him with the sweetest smile, getting up from the floor with their son. "This little fella here I thought would look cute in a pumpkin costume. I just couldn't leave it at the store", she explained, her tone almost sounding like a whine. "You have no idea how hard it was to only take two costumes. Well, threeᅳ I had to get Ace a costume, too."
"Yeah, bet it was such a hard decision", he rasped, his tone mocking yet still loving before he bent down a little to capture his wife's soft lips for a kiss. "Means you're ready for tomorrow?"
"Yep, as ready as we can be", Cassie nodded eagerly, stealing another kiss from his lips. "You're coming too, right? We'd love that, baby."
"Yes! You have to come with us, daddy", the three year old girl added quickly, tracing her father's head tattoo with her tiny finger.
Happy let out a raspy laugh before placing a kiss on his daughter's cheek and running a hand over his babbling son's dark hair, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as the boy happily squealed at him. "Of course I'm comin', I promised you."
Cassie smiled, letting out a sigh of relief. For a moment she had been afraid something had come upᅳ club business or whatever. "Good, can't wait to go trick or treatin' with you guys."
"Our kids better get enough candy or I'll take care of it personally", he winked at his wife, earning a giggle from her in return before following her in the kitchen, the smell of Cassie's perfect lasagne filling the air. "Smells good, babe", he praised, giving her ass a quick slap as their daughter was distracted looking over his shoulder to see what Ace was doing.
Cassie rolled her eyes playfully as she sat their son into his highchair. "Stop scaring our neighbors or our kids won't get anythi at all anymore. Now sit down, dinner's ready."
"They can try not giving them anythin", he said with the slightest smirk and a murderous glint in his eyes before he listened to his wife an sat down, placing their daughter on the chair next to him.
The rest of the evening was almost like every other. After dinner they watched a movie with the three year old, a Halloween one of course, while their son was already in bed, before spending some quality time together and preparing some trick or treat bags for tomorrow after they had out their daughter to bed.
The next evening it was finally time and, as promised, Happy had taken the time for his family. Together with Jax, Tara, Abel and Thomas they had walked through some streets in Charming to go trick or treating.
After Jax and Tara had decided to go to Gemma's, but the three-year-old hadn't had enough of collecting candy, Happy and Cassie had decided to stroll a few more blocks, wanting to let their children have some fun.
Happy's eagle eyes kept an eye on the three-year-old, her ladybug costume with the blinking shoes so conspicuous that they couldn't really lose sight of her. Their son was sitting on his arm, his other one draped over Cassie's shoulder.
"Oh, someone's tired", Cassie cooed as the one-year-old yawned on Happy's arm and rubbed his eyes with his little fists. "Maybe we should get home soon."
"Probably", grunted Happy, running his large hand over his son's head as the boy sighed theatrically and stuck his fist in his mouth as always when he was hungry. "And he's hungry too", Happy added, snorting a laugh.
Cassie rolled her eyes in amusement. "Of course he is, it's been an hour since his last meal. Poor boy is probabl starving already."
"Yeah, I think he needs his mom", the SAA chuckled before whistling in the next moment. He immediately had not only Ace's attention, who was happily running beside them and wagging his tail, but also that of the three-year-old who came running, her tiny feet carrying her quickly to her parents. "Your brother needs some sleep, we're going home, okay bug?"
"Noooo", the three-year-old pouted, clutching the handles of her black bat-shaped candy bag. "I don't have much candy yet!"
Cassie lifted an eyebrow in amusement, crossing her arms. "Oh, that's a lie. How about we go home and eat some of the candy, huh?"
The three-year-old parted her lips, ready to protest, which looked pretty cute in her costume and gave her parents a hard time staying strict. "Butᅳ"
"No buts, little Lady", Happy replied sternly, gently pulling her closer by her hand. "If you come with us now, we'll make some popcorn and pick out another movie. And tomorrow you can wear your costume again. Deal?"
"Really?" The three-year-old's eyes lit up, her small protest forgotten as she took her mother's hand and went home with them without throwing a tantrum.
"Thanks", Cassie mouthed, flashing her husband a smile. It was at moments like these that she always fell in love with him all over again.
Happy looked down as his daughter's soft snores mixed with the singing of the movie. Nightmare before Christmas was a huge hit in the Lowman house, but apparently this time it wasn't exciting enough to keep the three-year-old awake.
"Look, she even has a popcorn in her hair." Amused, Cassie plucked the popcorn out of her daughter's hair and put it on the table before peeling herself out of the cozy blanket and getting up, earning a confused look from Happy. "Take her to bed, I'll wait for you in the bedroom."
"That's what I've been waiting for." Within a few seconds and a grin on his lips, Happy stood up and carefully scooped the three-year-old into his arms while Cassie turned off the TV.
After a few minutes and both children asleep, Happy made his way to the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe with a huge grin as he let his eyes wander over his wife's body. Wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties, she lay on the bed, her body propped up on her elbows.
"Come here", she said sultry, running her fingertips down her stomach and between her legs as she bit her lip. "Time for your treat."
"That's my kind of treat", he croaked, followed by a deep growl rattling through his throat.
With a kick of his foot, he quietly kicked the door shut. Happy got rid of his own clothes before he buried his head between his wife's legs after removing her slip, a satisfying grunt coming from him after getting the first taste of her arousal.
For him, listening to her moaning and whimpering his name, was the perfect way to end the day.
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