#my friend came in last minute for our secret santa

[thecryptidart1st]

And hear I thought I wasn't going to draw something horror boi related before the New Year

it's a New Year's Eve miracle!

(idk if this will ever make sense even with context)

[elderitchblayst]

HAVE A HOLY JOLLY ITHACA SAGA AND MERRY CHRISTMAS to the lovely @sinonymous-story-ideas !! Here is my secret santa present to you: a look at Eurylochus in the Underworld! I'd originally planned for this to cover the underworld and thunder sagas, but got a little carried away with the writing and definitely won't have everything i planned done before the end of christmas, and I've kept you waiting long enough. I'll post a part two in the thunder saga when i write it!

This secret santa was organized by @epicthemusicalstuff, so thanks to them!

The darkness was thick and cloying, with mist that clung to Eurylochus with every movement like a rain drenched cloak, weighing him down and filling him with a chill that settled  into his very bones. Frantic voices of the dead cried out to the crew from the river, reaching out to them and clinging to their oars every time they plunged them into the inky water, with grey hands so pale the wood grain could be seen through them. Eurylochus shuddered as he recognized individual faces, his brothers at arms he'd fought beside for ten years, only to have died in an instant as they made their way home. 

I'm sorry, my friends, he thought as he rowed on. It would have been better for them to have died in battle, where their bodies could have been buried with coins for the ferryman, rather than lost to the bottom of the sea or in the cave of the cyclops. Though the figures that watched them from the river’s shores seemed little better off, staring blankly ahead, at least they did not scream.

“Hey!” He cried out, reaching forward to grab Elpinor’s arm, which he had extended toward the water below, as if to clasp one of the ghostly hands in his own and pull the lost soul aboard. “You know the orders. Full speed ahead.” The other man nodded, blinking as if coming forth from a stupor. “Full speed ahead,” he repeated as he picked his oar up once more. 

Eurylochus did not know how long they'd been down here in the Underwolrd, where the minutes dragged as long as the shadows. Hours perhaps, or maybe days. Long enough that they had to rest eventually. Gods, they had to sleep in this place. They took shifts so they could continue forward 

Sleep did not come easily, and when it did at last, it came crashing in with the waves of a wine-dark sea, with ship after ship in their fleet being battered to splinters. This time Eurylochus was in the water with his brothers, fighting to keep his head above the churning waves. 

“Your fault,” they cried to him as one by one they slipped below the water. “Your fault!” Their accusations and their hands clung to him, weighing him down as he struggled to stay afloat. Why would you steal the wind bag when our island’s shores were so close? The words echoed through his mind as hundreds of hands grabbed at him, dragging him down with them- down, down, into the black. Eurylochus woke with a choking gasp, glad to feel the sturdiness of the ship beneath him. They rowed on through the gloom until at long last Odysseus called them to a halt. His friend looked as weary as he felt, and Eurylochus suspected the captain had been just as harried by the ghosts of their dead friends as he had. After all, who was more at fault for their deaths, the man who released the storm by mistake, or the man who had incurred Poseidon’s wrath to begin with?

“This is the place Circe described,” Odysseus told him. “Our journey is almost done.”

“Good. I'm ready to be free of this place.” 

Ody offered a tired smile in agreement. “Make sure no one ventures off while I speak to the prophet.”

Eurylochus nodded. “You're not taking anyone with you then?”

“No, wait for me here. I'll return soon.” He hadn't expected any different. The king of Ithaca had a brilliant mind, but trusted no one but himself in handling matters such as these.  Eurylochus could only hope this wouldn't be folly.

As his captain left to hear their fates, Eurylochus looked over their remaining men. Only 41 left, a mere fraction of their portion of the camps at Troy. They’d all endured so much together these twelve years, and the bonds that had forged between them were apparent as ever as the men rested. Some were quiet and somber while others- like Perimedes, who had stood up on a rock and was joking with wild gestures- remained in good spirits, despite their grim surroundings. Regardless of their behavior, no man was sitting alone. When Odysseus finally emerged once more from the mist, Eurylochus went to greet him and hear what he had learned. The captain was walking away from their men rather than back to them, and seemed to see right through Eurylochus as he approached. He didn't stop when Eurylochus called to him, only said, “Have the men wait here a while longer. There is one last thing I must attend to.” 

“Captain? What did you hear from the prophet?” 

Odysseus offered no reply, just continued sullenly along the river's edge. Dread sank its claws into Eurylochus’ chest. What had Odysseus heard that had him this way? He hesitated a moment, deciding what he ought to do next, torn between concern for his friend and remembering the last time his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he'd made everything worse. The captain had been acting strangely then too. Yes, he'd said what the wind bag was, but as soon as the whisper of treasure had entered their minds with the wind, he'd acted so possessive of it, staying awake far longer than any mortal man should- nine days by Eurylochus' count- rather than trusting his own second in command or any other to help him guard it. All he’d wanted was to know why the captain was being so secretive. 

He decided to follow Odysseus in the end, if only to help ensure nothing happened. He hadn't exactly been given orders not to. He stayed well behind to not alert him of his presence. The captain didn't venture far before collapsing to his knees, the very picture of defeat. Odysseus always had a plan, was always moving them forward, even through the loss of so many men. Had the prophet shown him such a terrible fate that he'd lost hope all together? Eurylochus wanted to go to him, to offer whatever assurance he could. But he held back; what could he even hope to say? Before he could decide to go to him, Odysseyus stood and began pacing agitatedly. Eurlycus stepped behind a rocky crag to not be seen prying, but there probably was no need. The king of Ithica seemed in his own world, even surrounded by ghosts in the Underworld. He was talking to himself, too quietly to be heard from this distance. Eurylochus was releaved; surely this was the beginning of a brilliant plan developing, something that would get them home against whatever odds the prophet had foreseen. Perhaps even a god, like Athena or Hermes, who had spoken to Odysseus before, had made their presence known to him alone to offer guidance. Eurylochus backed away, not wanting to interrupt the captain at this time, now that he knew he was in no danger. Though, perhaps he was making excuses to himself. He returned to where the men awaited, checking in with them and making sure they were as well as they could be while the captain was indisposed. He kept a watchful eye on the path Odysseus would return from, to make sure he had a chance to ask what he needed from him. When at last he did step forth from the mist once more, this time back in their direction, Eurylocus was there to meet him.

“Captain, are you alright?” he asked, putting a hand on his friend's arm.

Odysseus' easy smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he replied, “Don't worry my friend, soon I will be home with my wife.”

Eurylochus bit back the question that came to mind as Odysseus made his way to greet their comrades: and what of the rest of us, Captain?

Odysseus gave a rousing speech before they parted from the land of the dead: about how he would get them back to Ithaca no matter the cost, how they would be ruthless against the enemies who stood in their way, and no longer let mercy and honor blind him to the threats against them. The men responded eagerly to these words, and greeted the journey ahead with renewed enthusiasm. Eurylochus was glad for the new direction, but could not help but worry for whatever had made Odysseus so despondent before this seeming change of heart. He could only his trust that his friend, his captain,  his king knew what he was doing.

[danime25]

Last Christmas

ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: Colt happened to overhear that there was a gift exchange. What will he do to get involved when he hears a member of the lighting crew shit talking someone else on staff?

*Rating: E for Everyone

*Content/Tags: Bittersweet Ending, Secret Santa

*Status: Oneshot?/Complete

“Ah damn.” Colt’s ears perked up as he overheard one of the lighting guys. He was in between scenes right now and he had another two hours of sitting on set before they’d actually need him for the day. So he did what came naturally to him, snoop.

“What?” The other guy asked, not looking up from the lights he was tweaking

“You know that one PA?”

“There’s a lot of them on set.” The other man rolled his eyes

“The one that hardly talks to anyone, and if she does she covers her mouth with that stupid clipboard she has?”

“Oh that frigid bitch.” His friend laughed. Colt raised an eyebrow. He knew the production assistant that they were talking about. He’d never had a problem with her in the past, and honestly she was probably the nicest member to him. She’d always make sure that he had enough time in between scenes to run to the craft table when he needed some coffee. 

“Yeah, her. So I got her for the stupid secret santa. Wanna trade?”

“Hell no. You think I want that bitch who sucked a cock to get her job?”

“Well I don’t want her either, and no one else in lighting fucking wants her.”

“Did you ask the prop department? Someone in there might be desperate enough…”

“I’ll take her.” Colt, who up until then had been silently listening made a couple strides across the way, “I’ll take her for the gift exchange or… whatever.”

“Okay.” The first guy looked him up and down, “Who are you anyway?”

“I’m the stunt guy.” Colt nodded

“Fine. Here. Give me your sheet.” The guy held his hand out

“What sheet?”

“The secret santa sheet.” He rolled his eyes, “Did you even sign up?’ “Yeah. It’s just… in my car.” Colt slid away for a second and pulled a sheet of paper out of a script someone left around. He copied the general format, and wrote down a bullshit name. He strided back in and handed it off to the guy, “There.”

“Thanks.” He looked over it for a second before a runner came and started screaming about how the director needed everyone in lighting over at the other lot. Colt took a look at the sheet that he had tucked in his pocket so as not to get the two confused. He frowned a little bit as he saw how little she wrote. A woman of few words, he guessed. If he was going to get her something she’d like as a thank you for all the coffee breaks on set, he’d have to continue snooping. He looked down at his watch and hurried to the set where his next scene was. She was probably setting up there.

---

Sure enough, he found her pointing directions out to other members of the crew. He could hardly hear her and he was only about 10 feet away. Maybe his eardrums were just shot to hell being next to explosions? He shook his head and walked over to her. He gave her a quick nod. Without missing a beat she quietly said,

“You’re early. You’re never on set early.”

“Yeah. But I’m on time.”

“Last time you were two minutes late.” She looks down at her phone. He sees the music banner on her screen and asked,

“What are you listening to?” He was fishing, but maybe that would give him some ideas about what to get her

“Nothing.” She looked at him, a bit confused. “I was listening to something on my commute.”

“Oh yeah?” He leaned against a cart, only for it to move out from under him. He tipped over slightly before catching his balance and giving her a thumbs up. “That could’ve been bad.”

“Don’t get injured.” She replied. That was nice of her. “Our insurance won’t cover it.”

“Ouch.” He laughed, “I mean you’re probably right.”

“Not probably. I am right.” She sighed, “I appreciate your company, but I really need to finish setting up for the scene… Mark will be mad if I don’t.”

“First name basis with the director?’

She sighed again, even more exhausted, “Listen if those… guys from VFX sent you to spy on me. I swear I’ve never done anything immoral to keep my job… I just come to set, do my job and go home.”

“No that’s not why I’m here…” He tried to explain, but how could he without giving away that he was trying to get her something? “I’ll just… sit over there.”

“Thank you.” Her shoulders loosened up as he sat quietly in the corner of the studio. Other members of the crew filtered in, then the actors paraded in. She started talking with the star about some rewrites the writers had come up with and guided them through it. He crept closer to listen in, given that it might change his performance too. She raised an eyebrow as she saw him move into her line of sight, but decided to not do anything about it until one of the actors piped up about the intrusion. Surprisingly, no one said anything and they got to work filming. The director guided both Colt and the man he was doubling for on how to perform the stunt correctly, the angle and distance the camera would be to ensure no one saw the switch between the two. Colt nodded along as if he were paying attention and his eyes darted back to the PA. She looked to be underlining the script with due diligence.

“And action!”

Colt watched the scene until it was his time to step in. It was a basic fight scene with a fall, easy enough. He landed on the mat perfectly and rested on it for a moment, waiting for his back to crack as he pushed into the plush pad. When he got up he walked back over to behind the camera, seeing her with her teeth pressed down into her lips.

“You okay?” He asked her

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You want some coffee?” He asked in a way that wasn’t really a suggestion. She nodded and he guided her outside the studio. When she knew no one was looking at her she started to sob. Something in Colt’s heart broke seeing her completely shatter that he took her into his arms and held her. She seemed a bit confused by the gesture but wrapped her arms around his and cried. After a couple heaves and a tear stained shirt, he asked, “You want to talk about it?”

“I… sorry this shoot’s been a lot. Doesn’t help that Mark is fucking asshole.”

“Yeah.” He never noticed it, but the director was kind of a raging asshole when he thought about it. “The shoot’s done for the day, right?”

“Yeah.” She sighed, trying to regain her composure

“Why don’t I take you home?’

“Okay,” she said with a little grin. It wasn’t a date, per say. Colt considered it a mission to find out more about her when no one else on set seemed to care. He just knew when he saw something in her house it would click like that.

---

At the Christmas party, Colt was eager to give her her present. He’d grown to really like her and he noticed her more on set. There was some kind of change in her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. People talked behind her back still, but it was less about her being cold and her being ‘bossy’. Colt shrugged it all off because at the end of the day it really didn’t matter to him. His head kept turning instinctively towards the door every time someone came in, but she was nowhere to be seen. He almost decided to go home when he saw her walk in. Her hair was styled, but the curls were mostly deflated as she played with the ends at her shoulder. He waved at her and she caught his gaze, practically running over to him.

“Hi! So sorry I’m late,” she started to apologize to him, “I know I said I’d be on time…”

“It’s okay.” He smiled

“I just had to make sure my boyfriend, Nick… well he texted me that he had a flat tire…” She explained. Colt’s smile faded. He tried to pretend to be happy for her sake, but he hid the box behind his back.

“Is he okay?” He asked. It was polite, if a bit disinterested

“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s parking my car now.” She replied, looking over her shoulder

“That’s good. Glad you’re alright.”

“Thanks.” She smiled back at him. “Oh there he is.”

“I should let you go then…” He hesitated

“No, you two should meet, I think you’d really like him!” She pulled him over. “Hey hon.”

“There you are.” The other man pressed his lips onto her cheek once, then again on the other side. She hugged him tightly. It wasn’t personal, but Colt couldn’t help but see it as a reminder that she wasn’t his. From the looks of it, she’d never be his. After she pulled out of his reach, she turned to face Colt. She gestured towards her friend on set,

“Hon, this is Colt.”

“Nice to meet you.” Her boyfriend smiled back at him. He looked like he was in another world… Colt really couldn’t blame him. He held his hand out and Colt shook it loosely

“You as well,” He replied. He didn’t have much else to say to her boyfriend but he tried his best to keep a conversation going between the two of them while she went to grab a drink. She managed to find the person on the crew who she was Santa for and gave her her gift. They shared a quick hug and she came back to the two.

“I guess I should tell you, I was your Santa.” Colt rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand

“Oh!” She smiled, “Thank you. I’m sure whatever you got me is nice. You don’t have to give it to me right now if you don’t want to.”

“Yeah, I seemed to misplace it…” He acted like he dropped it when he went to get a drink, but really he left it on the table everyone had discarded their presents on. “I was just gonna head out then. I’m all partied out.”

“Oh. Okay.” She nodded, “I get that… Let me see if I can find my present before you go though. I’ll just hold onto it.”

“Okay.” He smiled at her as she went to find his present. Sure enough, she found the little box and she brought it back with her

“I can’t wait to open it later.” She smiled as she held it between the palms of her hands

“Yeah, I hope you like it.” His words seemed to deflate as they left his lips. He turned around and left the party. He sat in his truck for a moment before riding home alone.

---

The next day that they needed him on set, production had promised it would be his last. He came in with thoughts running through his head. Would she be mad at him? Would she scream ‘how could you give me this’? He wasn’t sure how she’d react. Maybe he didn’t really know her enough to have wanted to ask her for a kiss. He walked into the studio and it felt like nothing had changed. He followed her directions, the scene was shot and it was time to go home. Before he could though, he felt a tug on his shirt sleeve from behind him.

“Hey.” She said

“Hi.” He replied

“I…”

“Listen. I’m sorry about my gift. I just thought that we were getting really close. And I was gonna ask you that night for a kiss.”

“I’m sorry.” She bit her lip, “We’d just gotten together a couple days before the party.”

“Oh.” His heart broke even more. “He seemed really nice though. I hope you’re happy.”

“I am now.” She nodded, “I… don’t think I would have been able to talk to him if we hadn’t met.”

“Oh.”

“That’s to say… I feel like I owe you something.”

“Whatever it is, let’s just call it even,” he took her hand off of him

“No I mean… Colt.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe… maybe it could have worked out.” She said after a moment of silence lingered in between them. She leaned in and pressed her lips onto his. He pulled away from her and looked at her. He had to walk away otherwise he’d never be able to live with the feeling in his chest of tearing her away from her happy ending. He dryly laughed and said,

“Well at least we weren’t under the mistleto…” She pulled the gift box from out of her pocket and held it out for him to see. He turned his back on her and walked away. She didn’t try to chase after him. Maybe they were better off this way after all.

[phychohex]

I Met A Vampire Down In Santa Carla Chapter Seven

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated this in a bit. I not only got severe writer's block, and my mental health had gotten bad but I'm back bitches. There is no trigger warning for this chapter. 

I pull into the driveway, glad that Steve isn't home. I go inside, expecting no one to be home, when my mom scares me by greeting me from her room. I peek into her packing a suitcase. "What are you doing?" I ask. She smiles at me and comes to the side, holding out a pack of cigs. My eyes widen in shock. 

"Oh don't look at me like that. We all have our secrets right?" She takes one and lights it "He won't be home for hours and I make sure to light candles. Our anniversary is tomorrow and Steve is taking me on a cruise." She wiggles her brows in excitement. I sit on her bed to listen to her. "I swear that man is full of surprises. For two weeks we'll be gone out in the Bahamas. She flops down holding the cigarette away from my face. "Isn't it magical," I smile nodding letting her forget all the horror that is Steve. She looked like her old self whom I hadn't seen in years. Not since she stopped being a veterinarian. She loved working with the animals but due to Steve who helped her retire early. "Oh if your father was there imagine his amazement of the little ocean critters. We are going to be swimming with sharks." 

"Yeah he would've loved that," I smile. "I remember the scuba trips he never let me go out too far." I laugh. "You're too little so swim with little fish," We say in unison before busting out in a fit of laughter.  We sit for a minute before the air turns somber. "I wonder what it would be like if he was still here. No Steve that's for sure." She sits up and takes a deep breath. I feel guilt seep its way in. She turns with a warm fake smile. 

"How about we go out to lunch just me and you?" She offers. I nod and hop into the shower quickly before getting ready. We head out and go into a nice little bar and grill. "We haven't gotten to catch up" She smiles sitting across from me. "I hope it wasn't all bad when you left" I felt this was going to go this way. I've been here for about four months and haven't been able to sit down and have a serious talk with her. 

"No there was some good the ending sucked that's for sure" I nod "When did it get worse?"

"Not long after you left" She admits. "I swear he wasn't like that and there is so much good in him I know it that's why I stay. It's just after the crash and all the pain pills it changed him" The waitress comes and takes our order before rushing off to the next table the place being busy due to the lunch rush. "He never gave me the real answer to why you left." She admits

"Are you sure you want to know, I mean you're about to go on a cruise with him." She nods a serious look on her face. "I couldn't take it anymore. After having to miss my best friend's funeral over the fact he didn't agree with who he chose to love and said he was going to hell for it I was done. So when the way out was shown I left. I was a dumb kid though I shouldn't have. If I could go back I'd stay and do little ways of rebellion so his focus could stick to me and not to you." I admit she nods tears in her eyes. "What did he tell you?" 

"That you left cause of me," The silence that came over us was loud. It was as if no one else was there just silence. We are both drawn out of the silence by our food. "Let's change the topic this is just sad," She laughs. "What did you go do last night?" 

"We had a gig." I smile "It was fun and David came to see us perform." She looks at me a smile working its way across her face. 

"David?" I roll my eyes I haven't told her about him yet. We haven't had the chance to sit and talk. 

"Yeah, we met not that long ago, and no we aren't dating."  She raises her brow not believing me. "Why does everyone do that we aren't dating?" I laugh. "Anyways it went well, but what about you what are you doing all day." 

"Cleaning the house." She shrugs. 

"Please tell me you're joking you clean the already spotless house?" 

"Well, I don't have anything else to do," 

"You could I don't know become a vet again. You used to love it and it won't negatively effect the income. You should do stuff. Have a bigger life than just the household. It's never been like you to stay in one spot like that." She nods thinking deeply.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about going back. There is always something stopping me."

"You mean someone?" She nods nonchalantly the wine she is enjoying makes her more truthful.

"God, I wish I was brave like you," She shakes her head "You are so strong, and take your trauma and just head on with life. Your father would be proud."

"You want to leave him?" I was stunned she has always had an excuse for him not once has she said or thought about this but apparently she has some secrets.

"Are you kidding me? If it wasn't for the fact that I have no personal income I would've left years ago. This whole cruise is more for me than him he always goes off to work on his phone and lets me do whatever as long as I'm not shitface and back in the room by ten I'm good. I do hate having to give in to the sex though" I take her wine away wide-eyed. Once we finish I drive us home and help her finish packing before telling her to take a nap. it was almost three and I had work so I had to take a nap myself dreading the hours ahead. 

I walk into the shop with Iced coffee from Starbucks in hand beyond tired. I go and set up my stuff when a soft knock comes from the door. I glance to see Tyler and smile at him. He hasn't been a total dick. In fact he has been rather sweet for the past couple of weeks. "you guys were pretty great last night" He comments. 

"Thanks," I smile "It was a ton of fun. Thanks for coming by the way." Before we could conversate much more two clients walked in. I go to mine and help her get settled. "It's nice to see you I drew up a couple of ideas if you want to take a look. I hand her my tablet. She was getting her mom's name with a rose and a butterfly. She chose the design with the rose being the body of the butterfly with her mom's name threw it. I set her up and she decided to talk instead. She shares stories about her mom. By the time we were wrapping up, it was close to midnight so I decided to take a break. Once she leaves I shoot David a text. 'What are you doing tonight?' I wasn't expecting a reply so I was pleasantly surprised to get one. 

'Hanging out at the peer why?'

'No reason I'm on break if you want to swing by,' There was no reply so I sit in my room and look for any of the ramen I store just for times like this. It hasn't even been five minutes when the door chimes. I walk out to see David holding a bag of Chinese food. I hurry to him starving and he sits in the room with me as we split the noodles. "You wouldn't believe the day I've had," I admit. 

"Try me," 

"Okay so my mom wants to leave my stepdad which isn't shocking but the fact that she admitted it is."

"You said he is a dickhead so I don't blame her," He sips on some noodles he pauses and looks at the noodles and glances at me smirking. "Didn't know you liked worms so much," confused he points to my noodles. Only they aren't noodles they are slimy worms. I let out a shriek droping them all over the floor only for them to be noodles again. I look from them up to him and back down at my now-spoiled dinner. 

"H-How did you" I mutter as he laughs before helping clean up the mess. He ends up giving me his food which he barely touched. "How did you do that" 

"easy just a minor dose of hypnosis." He smirks. "so she is leaving him"

"No, she is too scared to," I shrug "But they are going on a cruise for two weeks. I'm looking forward to having alone time. I stay out all night cause of Steve, but now I can curl up on the couch and watch a movie on the massive TV in the living room." 

"Why is she scared?" He becomes serious just as he had the previous night. 

"Well um" I tried to make an excuse but nothing came to my brain. 

"Is he hurting her?" I nod "But not you?" I shake my head as if hypnotized still. "Well we are going to have to fix that" He smiles standing up. I grab his arm. 

"Don't!" I look at him in his clear blue eyes that have a way of making me talk. "Don't do anything to him please we are okay," I lie he tries to puzzle it together and nods agreeing. I walk him to the door wishing I hadn't slipped up. I could only imagine what the small biker gang might do if they found out the extent of how fucked up Steve is. I watch as he drives off only to be scared shitless by Tyler standing right behind me. I walk past him slightly annoyed.

"So that's your boyfriend?" The question came with no teasing like it has from everyone else yet I couldn't help but roll my eyes. 

"Nope,"

"So a client?" I glare at him warning not to keep this topic up. Luckily a client walks in. I rush to talk to them to avoid the conversation. I felt like a broken record at this point. I try to focus on the work and leave any processing for later but halfway through the tattoo I get a call from my mom. I look and my heart sinks trying to wrap my brain around what could've happened. Did David ignore me and took the boys to fuck Steve up or did Steve just come home in a pissy mood. I apologize to my client who thankfully didn't mind. 

"Mom?" I try not to let the fear in my voice seep out.

"Hey sweetie I just wanted to let you know Steve and I are going to the airport early is all." I let out a sigh of relief. 

"Oh okay. why though?" I ask 

"Don't know Steve just wants to get going I guess. The key is under the mat just in case. Try not to overwork yourself okay hun." The call ended minutes later. After my client is all set and out I start to clean the shop. Tyler leans on the doorframe to my room.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks abruptly taking me by surprise. I stare at him wide eyed.

"Umm why?"

"Just wondering,"

"No" I go back to taking inventory for the day shift. He walks over leaning on the counter. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and the room seemed to get eerily cold as if a ghost walts in. 

"So a husband then?"

"Nope. I'm not looking for romance anyways." I turn to him and try to get past but he just follows.

"Come on there has to be someone you are interested in or at least is interested in you." I turn to him annoyed. "You know I bet you dress like you did last night you'd have any man you want" I felt a chill run down my spine.

"And now I'm leaving" I wave as I leave the shop to drive straight home. I walk into the empty house and look around the whole place before I flop down on the couch. I start to flip through channels landing on a retelling medical show like sex sent me to the ER or Emergency Room stories. I know the shows are kinda trash but they are my version of the Kardashians. As the show continues I get the same sickly feeling as I had when Tyler tried to flirt. I knew it was nothing but my brain wouldn't let me believe it. I grab the gun that's in Steve's side table knowing when he finds out I touched it he'll have my head on a platter. I go to all the windows and doors locking them before returning to my spot on the couch. I looked at the time and it was only two thirty having not been home for more than an hour. I texted David asking if he wanted to chill and that I was off work. Assuming I'll feel safer if he was here. God what is wrong with me? I shouldn't let myself fall for him. I haven't even left a year yet I feel ready to jump into the arms of the next guy who shows interest. Ten minutes later when the knock on my door pulled me out of my deep thoughts. I grab the gun and slowly make my way to the door I peep threw the peephole it being David. I take a sigh of relief and open the door. 

"You always come to the door loaded" He jokes just waiting at the open door. 

"No, come on in why are you just standing there?" He instantly walks in and flops on the couch. His face shifts into one of confusion looking at the current episode I was 'watching'. I sit next to him after putting the gun away.

"So what happened to being alone and relaxing" He teases. I sit purposefully not close to him. "You good?" I nod giving him a fake smile. He leans closer and lowers his brows. 

"God you are terrible liar" I roll my eyes. 

"Tyler was just acting fucking wired. He kept asking if I had a boyfriend or a husband and kept being a creep" 

"Well you lied right?" I look away sheepishly "Why did you tell him the truth if he was being a creep." He leaned forward. 

"I don't know" I shurg nonchalantly. 

"Next time lie trust me it's easier." I smile.

"Do you lie when women are lined up for you" He glares and smiles. He shakes his head running his gloved fingers through his hair leaning back. 

"Totally" he chuckles "It's also safer." I turn my body towards him ready to take in his advice. "When I lived with my parents there was this guy who always just hung around. He would 'flirt'" he puts the word in quotations to show she was in a similar situation as mine. "She eventually made her stand and told him to fuck off. He threatened her though. Said he'd tell my Pops the truth. It wasn't till later after I was with Max that I found out the truth. My Pops wasn't biologically my dad. That the guy raped her and I was the outcome. She lied to Pop saying I was his. She got rid of me because Pop was a drunk and would kill her or me if he had found out." I was stunned.  He was looking at his hand fidgeting with his glove. I reach out and hold his hand. He glances up at me and I smile. 

"I'm sorry that happened. I couldn't imagine finding something like that out. Thank you for sharing that for feeling safe to share that. You're right it isn't safe that it is better to lie about that stuff. I was just so taken aback by the questions." I admit. There is a long pause of silence before the show says something out of pocket. 

"Okay what the fuck are we watching right now." I shrug equally as disturbed. He grabs the remote and flips to the DVD player. I get up and open the movie cabnet not finding anything worth watching. 

"Hold on I'll go get one of my movies from my room." I rush upstairs and grab Beetlejuice. As I set up the movie he is off in the kitchen trying to find something to eat. As the movie is playing I felt my eyelids close slowly drifting into a nice sleep. 

[thelongstroll]

Uneducated elitism…or how MAGA birthed the Fascist States of The Americas.

Remember the day you stopped believing in Santa Clause? Go with me for a moment dear reader. There comes a time in the American Childs life and in many other children as well but anyway, that they are faced with a choice. That choice is often put off till the last possible minute for many. Sometimes the choice is made but it’s not really public knowledge.

Here’s what I mean. When you’re a kid up till seven or eight, for me it was seven I believe, could have been eight , Santa Clause was REAL. The fact that a fat man in a red suit could come down the chimney of a house that had the fireplace walled in and somehow fill a stocking and put presents under the tree was the stuff of magic and lies, or is it lies and magic? These lies were perpetuated by my folks for as long as possible, even after learning the truth from friends in school there was a part of me that, at home, continued to believe the lie and think to myself that my friends were obviously wrong, that they were missing out, that they didn’t have the real scoop, and that my parents would never lie to me, after all they were good church going folks, right, and so I would for one more year at least maybe even two harbor that secret truth that so many of my friends refused to believe…the fat man in the red suit was real…That I looked down my eight and nine year old nose at them seemed only fitting and fair. I had the truth that came from my folks, grandparents, aunts, and Coca Cola every Christmas. This, to me, is an easy to understand example of uneducated elitism.

For the bulk of 2024 we were inundated with information from both parties and all three candidates for the highest office in the land. On one hand there was an octogenarian incumbent who, after his first debate performance was advised to bow out, I maintain that was still the right choice. I voted for Biden first go around, and would have done again in the hopes that when he died in office Harris would step in as the vice president to finish his term as did LBJ. When Harris took the reins of the party I was cautiously optimistic. First let me say, I do realize that there were problems, that she had some issues but, lets be clear they all do, we all have things in our life and in our opinion that differs. There is a difference though. Harris offered thought out solutions, her first and only debate with Trump showed her willingness to talk facts against his willingness to spin peoples fears and prejudices into a sick smoothie of hate, misogyny, bigotry, and Fear…Above all Fear. That the numbers did not bear his ideals and conclusions meant nothing to the MAGA faithful. Trump was saying it and no matter what the truth is, they will believe what comes out of his mouth. They will close their eyes and look down their noses at people with hard and fast numbers, with facts instead of, at best theories, and they will do so because Trump makes them feel superior. He makes them seem like a master race. The rest of us “liberal snowflakes”. Are to at best be pitted and at worst be demonized into an enemy that does’t deserve a seat at the table.

Armed with a sack full of lies MAGA turned out. They Voted, they voted their fears and their prejudices and yes their ignorance (uneducated elitism.) They believed that Trump cared about them in spite of proof after proof that he didn’t. They cheered his willingness to weaponize parts of the government to get back at his opponents. They cast him as their David and the Liberal’s as Goliath, completely forgetting that Trump has much more in common with Saul than with David. And they did it all in spite of proof after proof that his policies were going to be bad for the country and for themselves.

The sad thing, and to be honest the maddening thing is that many are still leaning into what Trump is saying as if it’s gospel. In August of 2024 Trump made the claim that he would bring down prices on groceries on Day one. Just recently he has said that prices are going to have to go up, that things are going to be hard for awhile. Trump insisted that tariffs would fix things, and his faithful followers all agreed, even when bipartisan economic organizations explained that those tariffs would be passed onto the consumer. Meaning groceries will be more expensive instead of less as promised, and somehow his own followers don’t seem to want to hold him accountable for it, in fact their rhetoric now is “well of course it’s going to be hard for a while.”

The carnage continues. A desire to systematically re-write history, to whitewash the past, stamping out the uncomfortable and inconvenient truths that come in the form of the earliest days of our republic and it’s whole sale embrace of slavery, the stealing of lands from the indigenous people of this country, our problematic relationships not just to civil rights but also to women’s rights. Lets get back to a “simpler” time, a golden age as it were, these are the things that are promised, but the question must be asked, when we are going back to a golden age are we doing so for all Americans? Or are we doing so for the right Americans? Trump and his oligarchs give prove that it’s no longer we the people, It’s us and them, and there is an entire group of people, the uneducated elite that remain uneducated because they want too.

No kid want’s to give up believing in Santa Claus, this can be evidenced every holiday when the movies about Santa start dropping, and somehow they are able to make different and new ones year after year, because there is a part of everyone that wants the whole lie to be true. The thing is instead of throwing out the facts, and embracing the lie people have chosen to enjoy the story of Santa without having to buy in whole heartedly.


So how can MAGA do the same thing. By understanding that there were things back in the 50’s and 60’s that were great, shoot even before that. There were simple things that people look back on and enjoy. They remember, and they smile that warm feeling type of smile that is full of only the good but somehow forgets all that hard bad parts.

They can remember the good feelings and even the good things, while understanding and remembering that things were not good for everyone, but as we move further and further into the life of being a country that has a bill of right and a constitution it’s important for us to understand that things like “all men are created equal, that life liberty and the pursuit of happiness is part of the first threads of our country and as the quilt of government has been made it’s become a truth that embraces more than just the select few from before to truly being a concept for all citizens. They can remember what is written on the statue of Liberty and they can remember that they too were once immigrants to this land, not all that many generations ago. And when they finally are no longer. Uneducated elite but have become educated citizens they can and will be able to hold their leaders accountable.

At least they could, but the thing that is terrifying for myself and other liberals is the fact that there is no desire to hold their leader’s accountable, only the desire to own the woke left and all it stands for.

The reason that MAGA is allowing our country to careen down the highway of fascism and oligarchy is because they want too. They liked being told that they may never have to vote again if they elected Trump. They like the idea of a homogeneous country that caters to their own vices because their chosen leader is a man of vices, nothing more.

[perfectionts-virgo]

looking out the elevator window seeing the view of   couple's and group of friends walking around, me and my best friends shopping for ourselves on Christmas eve then open our gifts from family and friends plus our secret Santa... our Christmas tradition since freshman year but now it's our senior of college it's been a long journey for being nurse it's going to be worth it..I guess I been space out for a while I felt my best friend Ronnie bumped his right shoulder on my left knocking me back on reality.

"I spaced out again ?" I asked looking at him, making him chuckle nodded.

"Damn, my bad if we was talking y'all ears off" my other best friend Gia joked making us all laugh

"My bad, I been study for finals plus shopping for family" I replied taking a deep breath "I haven't been giving myself time plus I'm single so that mean"

"No Sex" they said in union chucking shaking their heads

We walked out the elevator, making our way to dick sporting goods, making our way to the exercise clothes area.

"You been having a dry spell since" my other bestie Quen said before I cut her off

"Since Issac" I said looking back at a cute white two piece

I been with Issac since freshman year, I thought our relationship was good but I guessed I was wrong last year, seeing his roommate walked out the door (Since it's been a routine) he let me in before he left walking pass his other roommate room still making my way down the hall hearing moans and groans strained and muffled kissing and clapping noises... finally reached to his bedroom hearing the moans and slapping sounds loud and clear opening the door seeing my boyfriend of almost three years having a threesome on the exact same bed I thought we was making love in... I guessed I came on time since they all got there nut, the girls start having their make out session.. I thought I would keep shit player but hell no he been accusing me to be cheating. (Let's just say the girls saw a 6'2 tall male got his ass beat) I broke up with him and never talk to him again but I heard all three been going strong.

"Fuck him, if he wanted a poly relationship or want to breakup he should've open his mouth to communicate" Ronnie said grabbing stuff for himself

"Right, let's see how the little poly relationship last" Gia said rolled her eyes "you should've called me I would've taught them something"

"Y'all Fuck them, let's be blessed that the relationship is over plus you don't have a ring or a baby shower on the way" Quen replied making us nod of approval

" I know, but I hate that feeling that I was right all along" I said walking to the line waiting to pay

"Well I want you to know your the one that got away" ronnie added making me smile

"Oh so y'all went shopping with out me ?" Everybody turned to see our friend and Ronnie crush Greg

"Boy Bye" me, Quen & Gia said in unison

"Whatever" ronnie replied below a whisper

"Wasup Ron Ron" he chuckled have his arm over Ronnie shoulder, I looked at his face seeing his soul left his body behind his smile

We went to couple of stores, Quen went to car, Gia took a Uber, Roonie took a ride with Greg (I'm going to prey for his back) and here goes me driving out the mail parking lot, driving down the freeway seeing my beautiful city I live in with snow started to come down.

30 Minutes Later

I been putting my newly bought clothes up, ate dinner and be cleaning the house turning the fire place, putting on my Christmas playlist from Spotify, took myself a nice hot bubble bath, doing night routine then put on my red & white lingerie, relaxing in my bed that I been missing all day. Too busy watching Home alone and scrolling down my twitter timeline I heard a noise in the living room I felt everything got quiet so I check the time being 3:45 am I got up making my way out the room seeing the living room with my beautiful decorated tree with my gift under, I turned my head seeing a tall figure with a thick figure but musular at the same time but dressed as Santa Claus eating my cookies.

"What the hell, you doing in my house !?" I said with a attitude till I stop when he turned he face me, when I tell y'all he fine a hell

"That's how you talk to Santa ?" He asked with a smirk

"I'm so sorry, but what you expect it's weirdos out here" I said I quickly hiding my revealing outfit

"I understand, but you don't have to cover your self" he said with a chuckle

"It's weird, because your santa" i replied feeling awkward turned around taking a seat on the couch

"I understand, just call me Saint Nick" he said taking his jacket seeing his buff arms with two arms full of tattoos his left side with nice with positive and inspiring tatted then his his right arm with naughty with negative tatted, taking a seat next to me leaning back with his huge arms leaning on on the couch and his huge legs on open, Use Your Imagination

"I got a question" he said turned to face me

"You can asked me anything Saint Nick" I chuckled because I'm still not believing I'm talking to Santa

"Do you have a man ?" He asked looking at me with with full lust

"Let's just said, he cheated on me with two girls" I answered feeling myself getting irritated "their in a relationship now"

"I'm sorry to hear, good girls deserve good things or feels good things" he said sizing me up and down with a low chuckle

"Really?" I said with a low seductive voice, knowing what he wanted

"Really, you know you been a really good girl" he said with a smile

He grabbed my hip pulled me on his lap, wrapped my arms around his shoulder feel his dick jump, under my throbbing clit, feeling him pulled me in a peck then couple more pecks we start kissing then we had a make out session pulling each other in feeling his huge hands slid down to my ass, he start to gripped and rubbing my ass, it's been a minute since I been touched I pulled away to see him taking off his red shirt and our lips connected again feeling a spark.

He pulled my short dress up my waist, help take off my red laced panties, he continued rubbing my ass thing feeling his finger rubbing my fold, then I help take of his spenders then pull down his red slacks revealing his long thick curved dick, harder than a rock. I'm already straddling him, feeling my pussy opened up. Feeling shiver down my back, he was fully inside of me, my hips began to move, he couldn't do anything because I was to busy stroking him, hearing skin slapping and feeling my natural juices running down, he just sitting in shock because he never knew a good girl that take dick like a champ, he couldn't help but to stare at me with disbelief.

He couldn't move his hips from the way I started bouncing, so he had no choice to take it. Feeling my urge to cum creeping up. My ass start to bounced on him, I felt his arm wrapped around my hips feeling his lips kiss my neck grabbing my ass, that courage me to start to ride faster feeling my orgasm reached its peak, I felt him swell, I continued to ride harder, feeling him grabbed my ass giving a final smack felt ton of bricks hit while feeling of his cum inside of me, his arms still wrapped around me...

A Year Later

"Sierra we need to plan a trip to the cabin" Gia said we walking in the Victoria Secret

"I know but there acting weird as usual" I replied looking at the matching sets

"I can't believe Melissa acting like that" Quen added shaking her head

"Y'all caught on to her fake messy ass ?" Ronnie asked pointed at the all pink set i had on my left hand "get the pink one"

"We don't have to go to the cabin" I answered walking towards the cute lingerie area "what about some where better than the cabin because every year it always end up with a brawl"

"Where ? The North Pole" Quen Joked making everybody to start laughing while I chuckled shaking my head til I remembered what happened last Christmas

"I'm giving you this necklace for Christmas because I don't want this to be or last time meeting, I felt that spark when we kissed I know you felt it also... this necklace connects to the North Pole so press the diamond and you will be there like a snap on the finger... Bring your friends I don't mind having a friend trip we need new friends also"

"Well you are the planner outta all of us" Gia said with a smile grabbing a more revealing lingerie set "I'm on stand by"

"Same" Quen & Ronnie said union walking to the line

"I will let yet y'all know" I replied paying for my item "stand by y'all phones and pack"

We walked out the store hugging and saying our byes.. walking to my car driving down the freeway.

Walking in the apartment, starting to pack my bag, I made a group chat who want to come, hearing my door knocking... opening the door to see my little brother "Steven" who visiting from BAU but I guess our brother to busy to tell us our parents went on a cruise for Christmas and new years, so now he going to be with me.

"Brother!!" I said with a huge smile giving him a hug

"Wasup Sisi, thank you" he replied pulling away from the hug "thank you for being home because I will be fucked because I got the old key"

"Don't worry but your going with me and my friends to a trip" I said walking back to my room finishing up, grabbing my pink Gucci bag with a match pink Telfar bag hearing the front door opening hearing "Ronnie, Gia, Quen, Greg " walking in with their bags giving everybody a hug, everyone getting situated till I heard the door being knocked on again making my way to the door opening it seeing my other friends "Denzel & Melanie" well I know Denzel since high school we went to the same college unknowingly and I met Melanie when me and Gia, Quen rushed for Alpha Delta Rays then I let her meet the crew then Melissa crawled herself into it and Denzel & Melanie bumped into each other and everything was history.

"Hey" I said giving each a hug while still confused "I thought y'all already left to the cabin ?"

"Fuck Melissa, and everyone that attended" Melanie said rolled her eyes waving at everyone

"What happened ?" I asked pulled away from Denzel hug

"Her fake ass" melanie said before she was cut off because a knock on the door, Steven opened the door seeing my other couple friend "Trevor & Makayla"

"Hey Y'all" Makayla said waving at everybody with a warm smile

"Wassup fam" Trevor said with a smile

Seeing roonie walking to the kitchen grabbing water bottle, standing next to him opened the bottle.

"Why you being awkward" I said playfully side eye, seeing him rolled his eyes sizing Greg up and down chuckle shaking his head

"Well, that night we left will he spend the night" he replied avoid eye contact with me

"Oooh Bitch" I said with a surprise expression "was it good ?"

"That's the thing it was Amazing " he replied turned to face him "I think I'm falling for him"

"Aww stink" I said giving a hug

"Melissa is a lying ass bitch" Gia said to Quen, Gia, Melanie & Makayla "that bitch told us it's only a couple trip, I should beat her ass"

"What happened?" I asked walking in the living in front of my mirror getting ready for a picture

"That bitch lied to us about the cabin for being a couple trip she didn't want us there" Gia answered fixing her hair rolled her eyes

"I told y'all" Ronnie replied with a stale face standing behind me with Greg close behind

"Fuck her" I said having my bags next to me and having my phone out ready, telling everybody to have their stuff near them telling everybody to take pictures then we the cutest picture then I pressed the diamond then everything turned black....

Then flash happened then we in the middle of snow, looking around we're standing in order of the picture, everybody looked confused.

"We're the fuck are we ?" Makayla asked looking confused

"Let's find a building" I said grabbing my bags starting to walking down the pathway

We're walking down the pathway seeing the sign saying "Welcome to the North Pole" making our way in a nice buildings town in front of the building seeing a lady with red,Green & white looking young but mature.

"Welcome to the North Pole" the lady said with a warm smile turned around opening the door

Walking in the building seeing very modern mansion with Christmas decorations, the lady turned around

"He want to welcome y'all but he's bus" the lady said before she was interrupted

"I'm here, I can welcome them" he said with a smile walking down the stairs walking next to the lady "I need you to finish for me"

"Joseph you don't mind to grab their bags" he said giving him his beautiful smile

"Of course not Santa" he said starting to grabbing bags with little with his elf friends but some are regular size then the elf what I use to see.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that" I said with a smile trying very hard not to show myself blushing

"You should know it's okay to be treated nicely" he replied with a smile that shows his beautiful white smile

Looking corner of my eye I see everybody looking confused and surprised all at the same time, I used he got the sign but he turned to face them and introduced himself.

"Hello, everybody I am Santa Claus but y'all could call me Saint Nick or Nick if you want too and it's a long story when me and Stella but I'm really having liking of y'all friend so enjoy my beautiful hometown of North Pole and no it's not like the old movies portrayal" he said with a smile still everybody looks more surprised than confused

"I can't believe we're going to spend Christmas and new years with Mr christmas" Gia said with a shock

"Well let the fun begins" he chuckled walking away

"Girl you a Santa fucked ?" Ronnie asked whisper with a smirk

"Well... Yes" I answered turned away walking up the stairs

"Well ho ho ho ho ho" Ronnie replied turned to walking up to Quen & Melanie

30 Minutes later

Putting my bags on the bed, unpacking putting away already folded clothes, hearing the door open turned to face him seeing him smirk at me.

"Well you like our room ?" He asked smirking at me while slowly walking up while looking deep in my eye

"I love the room" I answered with small smile, turning back to unpack again while I feel his arm wrapped around my waist feeling his face on my left side of my neck

Feeling his kiss, opening the cardigan show casing my fitted white bodysuit that hug my curves feeling his huge hands feeling on my waist about to wrap around my waist til I turned around facing him.

"You been a good girl ?" He asked with a smirk making us chuckle

"Yes, I been very good" I answered while paying attention to him closely seeing lust "But Santa you don't look like a good boy"

"I don't know baby" he replied looking at me "there's this thing i love about good girls"

"Then show me" i replied looking up at him pressed my hand against his chest, slipping it down, finally feeling a warm erection in his red sweat pants. Grasped the band of the sweatpant, he smirked down at me lifted his hips and he helped me slide his pants down, my right palm start rubbing against his length. Feeling his getting hardness, he was hard and heavy already glistening "Or there something I could do"

"I don't think you're ready for it" he chuckled with a smirk that made my spine shiver

"Well I think I could go back ho" I replied playfully because I got cut off by his lips smash into mine then move down to my neck, feeling his hands gripping on my ass while nibbling on my neck, I pulled away taking off my bodysuit having nothing but my red Lace Unlined Balconette Bra and panty.

"You're wearing red for me ?" He asked taking me in, licking his lips walking closer

"I have to surprise you" I replied with a smirk wrapping my arm around his neck, giving him a peck, hearing the back of my bra unhooked feeling my breast being free.

His mouth closed around my left nipple, earning a low murmur. He started to sucking then his tongue swirled around it them went back to sucking, his other hand pinching my right nipple. Throwing my head back letting out more loud moans, I start feeling a tingling and flood feeling to my panties.

He switched side, showing the right side the same attention. He pulling me closer feeling his hands going down to my cloth clit, my clenched thick thighs moving them with ease cupped my pussy and then moving his hand in my panty start to rub.

I gasped feeling his hand start to rubbing faster, feeling two fingers slid between my folds, then feel his thumb rubbing on my clit. His lip on my left side of my neck sucking then went back sucking on my nipple tugging and biting gently, (I'm thanking god for making this man) he start circled my throbbing bud, feeling his fingers suddenly plugged inside my wet core, I bucked against him as his fingers started to moving in and out.

I let out a whimper and clung to him, I could feel my juices dripping over his fingers, coating them as he continued to going in and out. He bent them slightly hitting a spot I didn't know existed.

His thumb immediately found my clit, I moaned out feeling him continue circling around my clit, my body shook against him. His pressed his lips into mines pulling away kissed my thigh.

Taking his fingers out, he freed the most beautiful dick I ever saw (better than my exe) he thumb found my clit again. I'm soaked, his eyes found mine.

Feeling his tip running along my slick folds, I groaned as he slipped inside, he hips jerked slowly. Hearing him groan.

He continued to dig deeper, feeling myself chasing my pleasure but he also chasing his. His head looking down at me before moving it on the left shoulder hearing him murmuring. He going deeper, I taking him deeper, and wrapping my arm around his neck feeling my legs starting to tremble seeing my well painted toe curling.

I'm taking him like a champ, I'm taking so much until my body started to squeeze, with euphoria zipped through me, my convulsing walls squeezing and squeezed on his dick, feeling his stroking in and out slowly and deeper, he started to began to go faster feeling my second orgasm build up, he continued stroking me harder and deeper until o felt my body shook uncontrollably, I squeezed my walls until I felt something warm inside me, he spilled his warm cum inside me feeling myself calm down.

"I'm not done with you" he proclaimed with a deviant smile on his face "for you appear on both my lists, Miss Sienna"

"So tonight I have to decide which list are you going to be on" he said gestures for me to assume the position

I got up to turned around to arch my back having my fast ass poking out perfectly but I had a terrific shiver ran down my spine. (How could a nice night turn so quickly?)

"Oh Santa, what do you have planned for me ?" I playfully groveled sounding like a bad porno script

"Quiet !" He boomed all the playfulness went out the window he's not playing or role playing "you lie to me talking about being a good girl but you're been a bad girl too. So I have no choice to give you your punishment. Santa doesn't like his good girls to be bad"

"But I want my bad girls to call me daddy" he grinned pulling me closer to edge of the bed with his right hand

( I know which list I want to be on for now on)

[guardiansoflegend]

Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2023

For @benevolentcannibal

Some Zoro/Luffy fic for ya! Hope it’s okay! And merry Christmas!

_____

Last year, they had officially gotten married, run away and married in private, away from where news could get out and make front pages, as it so often had when it came to either of them, much less both of them. Luffy giggled when he thought about it. Even their crew had no idea. Of course they knew there was chemistry between Zoro and Luffy, but married? It would be a surprise if they ever found out, but neither party thought it was huge news to share, really.

"Luffy."

Luffy settled on Zoro's lap, leaning his head back against the man's chest. "Yeah?"

"Look at us." He wrapped his arms around Luffy's waist. "We got *married* last year. Are you sure about this whole not telling anyone thing?"

Luffy glanced down at the ring on his finger. "If they wanted to know, they’d just ask." He grinned. "I’m just happy to be married to Zoro."

"It’s been a long time coming," Zoro mused. He pressed a kiss to Luffy's nape. "I love you."

"Love you too."

"What now? We’ve kept this a year, but eventually word will get out, right?"

"Not if we just carry on as normal." Luffy grinned. "This is what it means to be a pirate."

"To lie to our friends…?"

"To have the freedom to choose for ourselves."

Zoro gently moved Luffy off his lap. "I guess so, but that also means we can’t neglect our duties, right?"

"Right."

"Then I’m gonna work out for a bit, then take a nap. We’ve been down here long enough. Don’t you have some captaining to do too, pirate king?"

"Nami is doing it."

"Should she *have* to? She’s the navigator, not the captain."

"With how much she bosses us all around, she may as well be," Luffy grumbled.

"I know, but then shouldn’t you remind her whose crew this is?" Zoro prompted. "I personally don’t mind watching my amazing husband assert himself."

"Maybe in a bit, just wanna cuddle with Zoro."

"I’m going to work out though."

"Please? Just one more minute?"

Zoro couldn’t say no to that, even thirty years later. A resigned smile. "Fine, one more minute."

Then the door was thrown open and Nami burst in. "Luffy-" she froze when she saw them. "You guys are…cuddling? I know you’re close, but seriously. You’re acting like an old married couple."

"We aren't *that* old!" Luffy whined.

"That’s the part you want to deny?" Nami challenged, hand on her hip.

"Uh-huh."

Nami eyed them suspiciously. "Wait, hold on a sec!"

Zoro smirked from the corner of his lip. "Keep your nose out of our business, navigator."

Nami stumbled back out. "Oh my *god!*"

Luffy waited u risk he’d gone, then cackled with laughter. "She called us out!"

"No she didn’t, she made an assumption and you didn’t deny it." Zoro grinned. "Only took a whole year to figure it out."

Luffy rolled onto his back, reaching up to trace a hand over Zoro's jaw. "I love you."

Zoro scooped him up to carry him upstairs. "Dumbass. I love you too. Now I guess there’s no point in keeping secrets anymore, huh?"

[the-and-sign-anon]

Christmas/Winter Prompts

One Word Prompts

Snow

Lights

Scarf

Snowman

Snowball

Tree

Decorations

Sweater

Bells

Hat

Star

Carols

Gloves

Boots

Blanket

Fireplace

Cocoa 

Situations/AUs

I’m recruiting you to help me terrorize your friend because they pelted me with snowballs at the park the other day

We’re in a meeting that I should be paying attention to, but I’m making paper snowflakes instead and you glare at me every time you hear my scissors

I’m trying to buy a last minute gift for a friend, but they’re impossible to shop for, so your little shop is my last hope

This is your first winter with lots of snow and you’ve never made a snowman before, so we’re making one; no arguments

I’m shopping for Christmas decorations with my friend, but neither of us can reach the top shelf, so they asked you for help and now I’m nervous because you’re really cute

I didn’t know you would be at my house talking to my roommate, so I came dancing down the stairs singing Christmas songs and now I’m embarrassed because you joined me in Last Christmas

I was in the middle of a nice dream, but your screaming over the first snow woke me up and now I’m grumpy

I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

I brought you hot chocolate without asking and you seem really flustered by it because you didn’t think I’d remember that you like hot chocolate a lot

I’ve never decorated a gingerbread house before, so now you want to teach me and you seem to be taking it way more seriously than you need to

I moved in next door a few months ago and had no idea how enthusiastic you are about Christmas, but I mentioned I hadn’t decorated, so now you’re knocking on my door with a box full of decorations and are begging me to let you decorate

My family is picking out a tree, but I’m so cold I’m just waiting by the warm doors and you came to stand next to me because you have no desire to hear your siblings argue over the right tree to buy

I work at the local library and I’m trying to put up all the decorations myself, but I fell off the ladder trying to hang up the garland and you caught me

You hate heights, but your friend convinced you to go skiing for the first time and now the ski lift is broken and you’re kind of freaking out, so it’s my job to comfort you

You’re painfully bad at wrapping presents, so I’m going to teach you or just end up wrapping them all myself because you really are terrible at this

This is an ugly sweater party and I was so ready to make fun of you, but you even make that reindeer sweater that plays a carol I hate look cute, so what am I supposed to do now

I shoveled your driveway for you since I was out anyway, then you brought me cookies to thank me and now we’re in some sort of passive aggressive contest of niceness

I got you for Secret Santa and your best friend knows it; they keep trying to tell me what to get you, but I already have a plan so now I’m just trying to keep them from spoiling it

We’re snowed in at a little airport and we both just want to be alone, so we decide to sit together to keep everyone else away because there are some very determined carolers wandering around and employees who keep trying to check on us

We go to the same college and are trying to get home for the holiday break, but our flights got cancelled so we’re road tripping it together; when we finally get there, we realize that the friend you’re visiting is actually my sibling who was plotting to set us up, but their work is already done now

Dialogue Prompts

“Don’t forget your gloves!”

“I have to beat them!” “They’re twelve, and they’re just building a snow wall.” “Yeah, so I have to do it better.”

“Merry Christmas!” “It’s November.” “I said. Merry. Christmas.”

“I can never have enough Christmas decorations.”

“Come decorate this gingerbread house with me!”

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it.”

“I can’t believe I’m gonna jump face first into that snowbank.” “You don’t have to. You could choose not to.” “No, I’m gonna.”

“I need more lights.”

“The last thing I need right now is a flaming Christmas wreath and what do you have for me when I come home?” “A flaming Christmas wreath.”

“All I want for Christmas is you.” “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.”

“I feel like I’m in a Hallmark. Where’s my generic white guy love interest?”

“I don’t really care about Christmas, but you do, so just come to this Christmas party with me please.”

“Do you need some help with those lights?” “No, I don’t. Stop asking me that.”

“If you don’t stop singing, I will walk straight out into the blizzard.”

“You say mistletoe, I say mistlefoe. If you can beat me in hand to hand combat, then we can kiss.”

“You know, I don’t trust you when you say to come outside with your hands behind you like that. If you’re about to throw snow at me, I’m about to lock you outside for the night.”

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.”

[littlefreya]

Santa Baby

Summary: For over a decade, detective Walter Marshall kept a dirty little secret, thinking no one would ever find out about his past. Sadly for him, you are somewhat of a detective yourself.

Challenge prompt: the song Santa Baby.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Some sexy themes but mostly fluffy floof fluff.

A/N: This is for @toomanystoriessolittletime​​ Christmas challenge, which I am sadly a day late with. Remind me to never sign up to challenges. I stumbled upon erotic book covers that looked a lot like Walter (this and this) so decided it’s a funny idea. I never read these books, so I am not mocking it or the artist who drew it. Many thanks to @wondersofdreaming​ for helping me out. Not beta’d, I own my mistakes.

Please feedback, comment, reblog if you enjoyed reading. 💖

Title: Santa Baby

It’s not that Detective Marshall was the Grinch or anything, it’s just that he couldn’t afford to be merry. With crime levels peaking during that time of the year, and sunlight being scarce, his body ran strictly on caffeine and stale doughnuts. 

The temptation to spend Christmas eve sprawled on the worn-out leather sofa in his office was quite strong tonight. But even big hulking bears had their weaknesses, and as exhausted as he was, he dreaded every morning he woke up without your warm body curled up beside him. 

With his energy level blinking red, he finally decided to call it a night and drive home. Heavy growling and thundering drums roared within his truck, the extreme Scandinavian black-metal he listened to served as a complete contrast to the soft snow that fell from the sky and quietly piled up on the sides of the road. Pausing at the street-light, he watched the little crystals striving to form on his windshield and melting just as quickly against the heat of the car. 

For a single moment, all the terrors of the night diminished by the little flame that was the reminiscent of you - his little firefly who led him through the darkness, tender as snow and wild as fire. Accelerating just a tad, he imagined you’d be asleep by the time he’d get there, and if not, Walter hoped to at least be in your good graces. 

Luckily, ther warm orange hues beaming through the windows assured him that you were still very much awake, and he couldn’t help but spare one of his rare smiles.

Muffled tunes of a familiar song played beyond the door, the bass vibrating through the polished wooden flooring and the walls. Slow and sensual like honey rolling off one’s finger, the jazzy beats filled the spacious house along with the sweetest scent of crushed peppercorn and red berries. Smiling wider, he held onto the doorframe and kicked off his heavy boots.

“Pet?” he called and followed into the living room, hearing you humming along with the lyrics.

“Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me.”

Oh, he was indeed in your good graces. 

Sitting on your knees with your ankles hunched below your ass, you wore a velvety Santa hat and a sheer, red nighty finished by fake white fur that outlined your breasts. Your hands held a shiny green present over your thighs, and you gave him one of those coy looks that made him want to fall before you and pledge himself as your servant.

Instead, he crooked an eyebrow and unzipped his thick winter coat, carelessly discarding it on the floor and making his way toward you.

“Have you been an awful good girl?” 

Sleeves rolled up; he crossed his muscular arms together while towering over you. His cobalt eyes drank in your sight, trying to decide what to do with you first. The scent of musky sweat mingled with dark cologne wafted over you within seconds, making your chest rise and sink in a primal instinct. 

“Oh, I’m definitely going down your chimney tonight,” he growled upon your reaction to his presence and sucked in his bottom lip with growing hunger.

“At least three times,” you dared him in return and then casually lowered your gaze to the box perched on your lap. 

The large man caught on the hint and carefully knelt before you. One of his hands reached to stroke his beard while his mind rummaged to figure out what surprise hid behind the shiny package. 

“Got something for me over there?” he wondered with a playful beam, “I thought we’re not doing presents until tomorrow morning.”

“Just a little teaser,” you answered. Your eyes shone brighter than the large decorated tree that stood at the corner of the living room. 

Being a detective, Walter could practically smell the mischief that drenched every teeny hair on your body. As usual, his naughty vixen was up to no good. It always made him laugh how bad you were in trying to surprise him, which worked in his favour. Walter hated surprises. 

Intrigued, he snatched the gift from your hands and shook it against his ear for shy second before beginning to unwrap it. His eyes briefly scrutinised yours, darkening, smokey with lust while he tore at the chrome paper and absentmindedly threw pieces of green wrapping all over the living room. 

You watched carefully, your cheeks rounding and filling, your teeth flashing with wickedness upon seeing the colour drain from his rugged face.

“Where…”

Walter paused and swallowed the lump in his throat. Fingers oily with sweat and knuckles turning white, dug into the object held in his hand.

“How did you find this?!”

The snort you’ve been trying to hold back for the last couple of minutes finally made its way out, followed by a fit of uncontrollable giggles that made you fall to your back with your hand held over your torso. 

Walter, on the other hand, was anything but amused. He always feared the day someone would dig up his dirtiest secret.

It was more than a decade ago when he was struggling to pay his tuition to the police academy that Walter found an easy and quick way to make money. As a British immigrant who barely had friends and blended with the crowd, he made the mistake of thinking no one will ever know about his short-lived modelling career for cheesy erotic novels. 

He should have known better. He might have been a professional police detective, but you had a skill for uncovering the truth.

“Where did you find this?” Walter repeated with a frown, clenching his jaw and waving the colorful book in the air.

Pausing your giggles merely for a second, you took a gander at the cover, focusing on the image of your dear husband’s open white shirt. There he was, the man you knew as a brooding, black-sweater wearing grump, lost in some green meadow with a half-naked chick. A deep dramatic gaze crisped his younger face, his nose inhaling the scent of her hair, and his hand laid flat upon her juicy rump. 

Oh the drama!

You tried to speak, but all that came out of your mouth was an uncontrollable peal of chuckles. The corny title of the book didn’t help either; his fiery love rod.

Walter sulked and suddenly shuffled to hover above you, one hand snapped at your wrist before the other discarded the book onto your sternum and joined in restraining your other arm. Led purely by instinct, your legs spread to straddle his wide waist and wrapped around his muscular ass.

Staring at your strong, intimidating husband, the laughter rolling from your lips slowly died down, yet the smile was still smeared between your cheeks, especially once you felt his groin pressing into yours.

“Woman!” the big bear growled at you, “I am not going to ask you more than once, where on earth did you bloody find this?”

“The second-hand bookstore,” you answered and glanced at the book lying upon your chest, “was looking for something raunchy to read when suddenly I noticed a familiar face.” You explained and then swallowed the dryness in your throat. 

“At first I thought I was hallucinating with all them Christmas carols eating into my brain, but then when I took a closer peek, I recognised my husband’s ‘fuck me’ stare.” 

Walter felt a burn rising in his throat and swerving to tingle at his bristly cheeks. If there ever was a moment when he regretted a life decision, that moment was now. He knew he’d never hear the end of it from you. You were dauntless and unyielding as the ocean, one of the reasons why he was utterly in love with you. 

Nostrils flaring, he tightened the grasp around your wrists and rolled his hips into yours, eliciting a small moan from your quivering lips. The thick bulge in his groin hardened at the calling of the hot, wet patch in your panties.

“Name your terms, woman.”

“You are going to read it to me,” you answered without even overthinking and gestured toward the book with your chin. “Every. night. before. bedtime. I want you to hold me in your big strong arms and read me a chapter from ‘his fiery love rod’, or else…”

“Or else?...” 

The fire from the mental suddenly illuminated your face, causing dark shadows to form over your irises and the hollows below your brows. “Your friends at the MPD are going to find out about this one,” you paused, “and the 12 others that you made.”

Taken back by your words, Walter gulped, his fingers became moist around your wrists as sheer horror seeped into his mind.

“You... you know about the others?”

You nodded at him and then snaked your legs around the back of his thighs to cage him in your grasp like a fickle dryad growing her roots around a helpless wanderer. With his attention faltering, you twisted your hips and rolled the two of you so you were on top. Fingers lacing into his, you pinned him down and leered over him with cascading triumph.

“12 books, all under our Christmas tree, detective, so you better be good to me tonight and satisfy all my needs.”

Adam apple bobbing up and down, Walter watched you with a mixture of awe and agitation. There was nothing he hated more than losing control, but damn if he didn’t adore his wicked queen, especially when you were in a joyous mood, which, as he found, tended to be contagious. The moments in which the grouchy detective felt at peace were rare to non-existent. It was only in the embrace of your thighs that he thought that for a minute, everything is going to be okay.

Noticing the muscles of his jaw somewhat relax, you reached for the Christmas hat and slipped it off your head, placing it atop of his curly mess instead. Your hands held firmly onto Walter’s shoulders, and with a careful twist, you flipped the two of you over once again and shoved him down your torso while blissfully chanting.

“Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight, hurry down the chimney tonight, hurry toniiiiiiiiiiight.”

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Disclaimer: I don’t own Night Hunter/Nomis or Walter Marshall

[snlhostharry]

try try again

harry x reader

2.2k words 

summary: harry wants to propose, but life keeps getting in the way 

a/n: first off... I suck at titles... why am I like this.... second off this is my secret santa gift for @jambrosemc ! happy holidays em! hope you like this, you are a super talented writer I just binged all your pieces and I am obsessed. and thank you to @peeterparkr for hosting 

The first time he tries is after the first concert he does for Fine Line. 

Fine Line at the Forum is a success in all the ways that matter, and Harry is so happy coming off the stage that he almost forgets about his plan to propose all together. When you barge into his dressing room after the show is over, smiling and ecstatic for him he suddenly sees the ring box on the counter and rushes to shove it in his pocket before you can see it. 

“That was insane, love,” You say wrapping him into a hug. “I think they really liked it.” 

He gives you a cheeky smile, “You think?” You roll your eyes in response, “What gave it away?” He asks, “The frantic screaming or the bra’s that were thrown onto the stage?” 

“You should’ve kept a couple,” You tease, “They could’ve been my size.” 

He laughs, “If you want one that bad I will buy it for you.” 

“I’m holding you to that,” You say, taking a seat on top of the counter. He runs a hand through his hair, knowing that this would be the perfect moment to just get down on one knee. He can see himself doing it, simply bending down and saying the words he’s wanted to say for what feels like forever. “You okay?” You ask him, seeing the look on his face and supposing that he’s thinking about something that happened during the concert. “You did a great job out there, seriously. Everyone really loved it H, the album is spectacular.” 

He shakes himself back into the moment, “I know, I know.” He says, and it comes off a little sharper than he means it too, he’s just very much in his own head about this whole thing now. What felt like it would be the perfect moment now feels wrong, like doing it now would cheapen the entire thing. He sighs, “Sorry,” He says, planting himself down on the floor dramatically, “Thank you.” 

“We don’t have to go out if you don’t want to,” You tell him, guessing that he’s just tired from a long night. “Let’s get takeout and go home, or go home and get takeout whichever order.” 

He smiles, “You ate before the show.” 

“That was like three hours ago, and it was a snack, I always planned on eating again, and you were too nervous to eat before the show.” 

He hugs his knees to his chest, “Watching you eat an entire kids meal in under five minutes actually helped with the nerves.” 

You shrug, “What can I say? I have my moments.” 

He stands and presses a kiss to your forehead as you swing your legs over the side of the counter. “You have a lot of moments, I love you.” 

“Love you too,” You wait a second before asking, “So home then?” 

He thinks about it for a minute, “Yeah.” 

“When you call in the food order make sure you put it under my name,” You tell him and he collects his things from the room, “People are beginning to get suspicious when I go into the restaurant to pick up an order for Harry.” 

He nods, and gently grabs your hand as the two of you leave. Maybe he’s not going to do it tonight, but he’s more resolved to actually pop the question than ever. He’s just so in love with you that he wants the whole thing to be perfect, and for some reason he has it all in his head that it needs to be a story that the two of you can tell in the future, something meaningful, he just has absolutely no idea what that is. 

The second planned attempt is a lot more off the cuff. 

You insist on throwing him a birthday party at the house, saying something about wanting to one up your sister who threw a very tasteful christmas party that the two of you went to. Not that your sister was invited seeing as the party was in London, but you knew that there would be enough pictures that she would see that you’re just as good as she is. Harry doesn’t understand it at all, but he decides that he doesn't even want to know how a rivalry like that can develop and leaves it alone. 

Objectively, you throw a very nice party. Of course Harry makes it a point to tell you this as often as possible without seeming overly invested in it, because he loves you and he wants you to be proud of your own work just like you want him to be proud of his. It’s hard for him to leave your side at all because he loves to see you talk to his friends and family and seem so happy to do it. You fit right in with everyone and he’s so grateful for that, and it’s as he’s standing there watching you talk to people that it hits him that this could be his moment. 

Not in front of everyone because that would be so much more pressure than he needs, but he thinks that after when everyone has finally left the house that he could catch you in the middle of cleaning or something and gently ask you to marry him. He decides that tonight, that’s the plan and he spends the rest of the night just thinking about that. It really is a great party, full of all his favorite things and people, it’s one of those nights where he feels like he loves you so much that his heart might just burst out of his chest. 

When finally every last guest has left the house, and things are a bit messy, he can’t seem to find you anywhere. He locks the door behind him, and starts walking through the house calling your name. He checks upstairs, in the kitchen, in all the bathrooms, and nothing. Until finally he walks into the living room and finds you sound asleep on the couch, snoring loudly enough that he’s surprised he didn’t hear it while he was looking. He looks at you and just smiles, suddenly completely fine with the fact that another plan has been ruined. He simply picks you up and takes you to bed, well aware he’s going to have to move onto plan C if he ever wants to get this done. 

The next time he tries, you end up surprising him. 

Plan C is a nice candlelight dinner at the house, which Harry tried to cook but ended up burning so eventually he relented and ordered food before putting it all together. Of all the plans he had come up with thus far, this one seemed the most foolproof. Everything was already planned: he knew you were going to come home from work at a certain time, he knew that there wouldn't be any distractions, and he had psyched himself up enough that he wasn’t just going to forget about the whole thing like he did the first time.

When the entire table is set up and the ring is in his pocket, he sits waiting for you to come home. He thinks about getting up to change some of the place settings just a little, but when he does he hears the clicking sound of your key in the door and sits back in his seat. After you walk into the house and set your stuff down in the entryway, Harry hears the sound of your shoes on the floor as you excitedly run into the kitchen. When you make it to where he can see you, he sees that you have a megawatt smile on your face and a large box in your hands. 

“I have a surprise,” You say, keeping a firm hold of the box. 

“I suppose it’s in that box,” He says, leaning over the chair so that he can see. 

You roll your eyes but keep smiling, “Yeah, obviously.” 

“Do you want me to guess?”

“God no,” You say, “That would take way too long. Basically I was at work today, and Mark has been producing this piece about a no kill animal shelter for a new segment about everyday heroes or whatever which is gross because puff pieces but when the woman came in to do the interview she brought in all these cats, no dogs for some reason, but anyway so we were all playing with the cats because our job is stressful and cats, and then she was like ‘you guys seem so good with these cats, they are looking for homes and-” 

He looks at you with a wide eyed expression, “You didn’t.” 

You ceremoniously walk over to the table, open the box and pull a small orange cat into your arms, “You bet your ass I did.” You gently pet the cat, which mews quietly from your arms, “She does not have a name mostly because I couldn’t think of any.” 

“We talked about pets like a week ago, briefly.” 

You give a guilty smile, “Yeah but I felt like I really needed this cat. I live here now, we live here, and I finally feel like I’m settled-” You sit down at the table and sigh, “I think I might be nesting, which is kind of gross but I don't know. I love you, and I love being here and I finally feel stable enough to get a freaking cat so that’s the explanation I have.” 

He can’t stop himself from breaking into a smile, even though he knows his plans have been thwarted again. (He thinks later, after the moment has already passed that he very well could’ve done it right then and there after you’d given a whole speech about the two of you being stable). He shakes his head after looking at you making funny faces at the cat like it’s a child, “Okay hand her over.” 

You hand her over and say, “I will not accept any names that have to go with the fact that she’s a ginger, because that’s just lame.” 

“Well seeing as those were my only ideas-”

You sigh, “We will think of something, just not now because you got dinner and I’m starving.” 

“What’s she going to eat?”

“I got food and a bowl, and a bunch more things being delivered within the next week or two.” 

“Did you go out and buy a box just for the dramatic reveal?”

“Yes, I did and it was totally worth it.” 

The cat’s name ends up being Hillary, after you discover an affinity for pet names that are usually person names. Something about the way you’ll end up talking about Hillary in polite conversation and someone will have to ask you who that is makes you want to choose it overall. Even though Harry is not sure about the sudden change at first, he soon becomes best friends with Hillary, and you often find the two of them cuddled up together on the couch. She likes to listen to him play music just as much as you do as it turns out. 

Harry is still trying to think of a way to propose. So much time has passed since he bought the ring, and the first time that he planned to pop the question that he wonders if he’ll ever find the right time to do it or if you’ll just end up asking him one day because it’s all gone too far. One afternoon when the two of you are relishing a rare shared day off, he watches you cook lunch in the kitchen and decides that now is the time to do it. No more excuses, no more surprises, just him and you and the question on the tip of his tongue for too long. 

When you put all of the food on plates, and set them out on the counter he walks over and just looks at you. It weirds you out at first so you ask, “What? Is there something on my face?” 

He gets down on one knee and you still are very confused about what he’s doing. You open your mouth to ask him, but the realization suddenly hits you and you cover your mouth with your hands. 

“y/n,” He says, “I have been waiting to ask you this for what feels like forever. And everytime that the plan fell through you somehow managed to make me want to marry you even more. I love you so much, I love everything about you, how excited you get about your work, how much you love Hillary and how supportive you are whenever I do anything. I love our life here, and I want to be with you forever. Will you marry me?” 

You don’t say anything for a second, still shocked, “Yes of course.” He stands and kisses you, slipping the ring onto your finger. “I was wondering when you would ask me.” 

“You knew?”

“I saw it that night after the forum,” You say, “I figured you got nervous.” 

“And you just let me flounder here for almost six months?” 

“Yes,” You smile, “I figured you wanted to do it on your own terms.” 

“Next time just call me out love, because I sat on this for too long.” 

[backtothestart02]

Until There Was You - 5/7 | westallen fanfiction

Westallen secret santa gift

For: @dickandcr

From: @backtothestart02

Rating: T - for some language and suggestive material

Christmas note: I hope you enjoy! Have an amazing holiday season!

Chapter 5 -

The next day Linda tried to pin Iris down as soon as she sat down at her desk, but she was pulled away time and time again until she had to accept a simple text asking to go out for lunch to catch up. She was surprised when Iris said yes honestly, given what Linda wanted to know – which was what happened that Iris never came into work the previous afternoon.

But she said yes, and that was all that mattered.

They didn’t leave together, but they wound up at their favorite café down the street. Linda raised her hand when Iris walked through the door, and the two smiled as they settled into their booth.

“Sorry about this morning,” Iris said. “I guess when you don’t come into work, there is suddenly work for you to do when you return.” She paused. “But it was only for the afternoon, so I don’t understand why-”

“Yes,” Linda interrupted. “I can’t imagine why your boss wasn’t fond of you not coming in without even calling.”

Iris turned to look at her best friend, her hands folded beneath her chin, and her lips parted.

“Lin-”

“The last thing I remember was you flirting to high heaven and making heart eyes with a complete stranger.” Iris sighed. “So. What happened after that? We have 40 minutes.”

Iris leaned into her hand and moaned softly.

“That good, huh? I hope Eddie knows. I could use some good drama.”

“Linda.”

“Please tell me you broke up with him. I like that more than drama. Besides, complete stranger guy was totally hot. Well, cute. Cute enough to bang. You could use a could bang. Unless, Eddie-” She scrunched up her nose. “No, nevermind. Let’s not go there.”

“Linda!”

She grinned.

“If you don’t tell me what happened, I’ll come up with my own version of events.”

Iris rolled her eyes and shook her head, but she was smiling.

“Okay, okay. We went ice skating.”

“Oh? We meaning…?”

“Me and Barry.”

“Is that his name? I couldn’t tell. I was too distracted by his emerald eyes.”

Iris slapped her arm.

“You’re taken, Missy! By my brother.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s right. He’s definitely hot. Let me tell y-”

Iris held up a hand.

“Ew. Please don’t.”

Linda chuckled.

“Okay, so you went ice skating. Was it fun? Did you flirt? Did you get his phone number?”

Iris raised her eyebrows.

“Give me something, Iris! I’m dying over here!”

“Yes, well, dying or not, in case you have forgotten, Barry was trying to propose to his girlfriend before our gifts got mixed up, and Eddie and I are still very much in a relationship.”

Linda sighed.

“You don’t have to be. That’s on you.”

“I know, and I choose Eddie.”

“But why?”

Iris laughed.

“Okay, look, I know Eddie doesn’t have a good history, being a workaholic and all, but he’s been really good so far, Lin. It feels different. Like maybe he’s-”

“The one?” Linda drawled, annoyed.

“Changed, I was gonna say,” Iris deadpanned. “But yeah, that too.”

“God, I hope not.”

Iris shook her head.

“Let’s talk about something else. How is everything with you?”

“Great. Great. It’s great. You?”

“Well, I got an interview for the TV station not far from here.”

Linda’s jaw dropped.

“Oh, my god, that’s amazing! We deserve drinks for that!”

Iris laughed.

“I don’t think they have alcohol here.”

Linda frowned.

“That’s why we like it, remember? Because then we don’t get drunk in the middle of the day?”

Linda’s frown didn’t go away.

“Anyway, thank you. I hope I get it. The Times is just about draining me dry. And I’ve always wanted to reach an audience the way one can being on TV.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get it. I’ll just miss you tons.”

Iris smiled.

“Is that why you didn’t come back yesterday afternoon?”

“Partially. But the ice skating did take up…a lot of time.”

“Are you going to tell Eddie?” She held her breath.

Iris snorted.

“No way. It was already awkward enough between us when I gave him back the bag he meant to pick up from Tiffany’s, and he said thanks, and then gave it to me again for me to open. We don’t need more awkwardness or suspicion anywhere. Besides, it was just ice skating. Not like it was an official date or anything.”

“It could’ve been,” Linda muttered under her breath.

Iris sighed.

“Enough from you!” She laughed. “I’m never going to see him again, so I better make do with Eddie or I’ll have no one at all!”

Linda’s eyes widened.

“Wha-”

“That’s…ugh. Not what I meant. I want to be with- Can we just change the subject?”

Linda knew when enough was enough, and it was time to stop pushing.

She nodded.

“Can you at least tell me what he got you?”

“Diamond earrings.”

“Big ones?”

Iris’ nose scrunched up.

“I don’t like those. They look fake to me, even if they’re not. Anyone who knows me-”

“Iris…”

She sighed.

“I’m sure I’ll wear them eventually.”

“Mm.” She started to get up.

“Where are you going?” Iris asked.

“To see if they have some wine in the back.”

Iris snorted but let her go and leaned back against the seat. A sip or two of wine might not be bad at this particular moment.

Barry’s sexy smile and vivid, green eyes flashed before her eyes, and she sighed, almost moaning.

She could definitely go for some wine.

…

Evening fell, and Barry’s nerves started to kick up. It had been a full 24 hours – and then some – since he’d felt swept off his feet by the mystery woman who’d accidentally been proposed to by his ring, except not. Not really proposed to. She’d just…opened it, and her and her boyfriend had quickly realized this wasn’t what was intended.

But now all was right. He had the ring back, and all Patty knew was that she’d received the wrong jewelry. She was unaware of his planned proposal. They’d just come back from a nice dinner on the town, talking about what life would look like with both of them in the same city, and it was time for him to make the stand.

If only he could get Iris’ gorgeous eyes out of his head.

Petite, stunning in every possible way, with a smile and a laugh he could relish in till the end of his days. His breath had been stolen from him in their first meeting. And his impetuous suggestion that they go ice skating together… Her saying yes to that… Them holding hands as they skated when he floundered onto the ice… Him feeling safe with her… Feeling overwhelmed with feelings of lust and admiration and infatuation… From one afternoon.

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt that way about Patty.

Wasn’t he supposed to be in love with her?

“It’s been a nice night so far,” Patty said, as they re-entered her apartment. “Thanks, Barry.”

“Of course.”

He smiled, closing the door behind him and helping her take her coat off.

“I’m going to go change, then maybe we watch a movie?”

She let the question hang, and he knew this was his moment. Pull her aside, tell her how in love he was and how he felt their future unfolding to a wondrous place, and then ask her to marry him.

But instead, he said…

“Sure, that sounds great.”

What are you doing?!

He pushed the accusatory voice aside and dug through his duffel bag to change his own clothes before picking out Patty’s favorite movie on her Netflix and waiting for her return.

She smiled pleasantly, getting excited when she saw what the movie was, and nestling in close to him, urging him to press play.

An hour into the movie, his phone started to vibrate. He saw who it was and immediately knew she’d see through all his lies, but if he didn’t answer at all, she might march over to Patty’s place herself and demand an answer.

So, he paused the movie and answered the call.

“Hey, Jesse, now’s not really a good time.”

“Did you do it? Did she say yes?”

“No.”

“Which one?” Her confusion was evident.

“Tell her to call back later, Barry.” Patty tugged at his arm.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, Jess. Bye.”

“But-”

Click.

And he knew then, he was in trouble.

[lordeemailarchive]

A FINGER POINTING AT THE MOON

(24/05/2022) (Solar Institute Bulletin No. 14) (From Leeds)

5 minutes post show, taking it all off 

Bonjourrrrrrrr to all the cuties in my e address book!!!!!!! It’s been two weeks and two days since the final curtain fell in the U.S. Feels both like ages ago and yesterday. I lay around in Santa Barbara for a few days after everyone went back, complete solitude feeling bizarro after five weeks of bus life, walking along the beach deep in thought about you. I can’t get over how generous and loving and supportive an audience you were each night. I’ve honestly never had such a good touring experience. I met Annie-B for a drink in New York and she kept talking about what she called the chanting, all of you singing every word of every song with me, it isn’t normal, all my colleagues whose first tour with us it is are in disbelief like, they really know EVERY word. You do. I’m so lucky to have you. Thankyou for coming — I’ll come again as soon as you’ll have me.

Some of Lauren’s pics from the last couple days — our first outdoor SP show 🌙😮‍💨

In the break, my priority was to rest. Two nasty sicknesses in two weeks and a gross wet cough hanging around, had to dry it out, get better for you. I didn’t fully rest, if I’m honest, there’s a fire lit under me at the moment, did some secret things in NY and LA for a week or so before getting to London last week. I get fucked by the jet lag coming this way every time, so I decided to be nice to myself for a change and fly a week early. I got in at midday, sun shining, arrived at the hotel feeling nauseous and corpse-adjacent, but I grabbed a sugar free Red Bull (it makes no sense to me that caffeine-wise I cannot drink so much as a strong black tea yet a RB gives me jitterless wings, deeply off brand but leaning in) and got on the move, walking fast, music in my ears, feeling this fizz of excitement growing being back in London finally after 3 (!!) years. I honestly had one of the best afternoons I’ve had all year, just walking with music loud in my headphones, the same thing I’ve been doing since I was a teen, still feeling as good as it ever did. Spent days like this, blissing out on the very specific UK energy of people in pubs, people playing football or sprawling out in the parks, a boy flying past me on a bike screaming “YASS METHOD ACTING” at dusk on a Wednesday, smoked mackerel salad at Cafe Deco. So happy to be stepping over British gobs of spit once more.

Jetlagged but joyful in london, a little magic trip out of town, before that 3 days in NY, bought this Balenciaga shirt what do u think

Me in Paris…. The ORIGINAL ‘can u reach me?’ queen

I’m feeling really good, really open. Possibility all around. Puuuumped for Europe. Can’t believe I’ll be seeing you all again, so special coming to your cities, each one so different and offering us so much in the way of food, art, language. Gonna try to sightsee as much as I can.I think you’re gonna fall in love with Marlon. If you haven’t heard his music before, start with Come To Me, Nobody Gets What They Want Anymore, his new song My Boy, Dark Child, and Vampire Again. Few tickets left for these shows.

THE RUMOURS ARE TRUE…………….IN VERY EXCITING NEWS WE ARE COMING TO MEXICO IN OCTOBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Our shows are in Mexico City, Guadalajara and Monterrey, and it would mean the world to me if you came!!! I adore playing in Mexico, and I’m so happy this is happening…. Think I’m gonna add some special mx-only setlist moments… watch this space… The tickets go onsale Monday May 30 at 11am your time, and the presale code is strangeairlines Reading Fleur Jaeggy’s Sweet Days Of Discipline, Ernaux’s A Girl’s Story, Saunders’ A Swim In a Pond In the Rain, which I bought when it came out and didn’t get round to but a friend is currently reading it and inspired me to get it out. Lauren gave me Shine Bright: A Very Personal History of Black Women in Pop by Danyel Smith which I’m hyped to hit next. VERY happy that Elif Batuman has released Either/Or, the follow-up to The Idiot, which you may remember me recommending previously. Suitcase is basically full of books at this point. I’m loving Kendrick. I cannot get over the most popular and influential artist in modern music displaying a working nervous system, admitting mistakes, trying to process intergenerational trauma and prejudice. I love the way the album opens, the pace and heat of the first few songs, and later Count Me Out, the build and strings in Auntie Diaries … special.

Checking in on my SCsWWtS… Look at Katia’s sunshine caprese, and Connor’s focaccia. SP as food is really a zone of great delight to me— always send these to Ophelia. 

Check out Alexander’s server who is a DEAD RINGER FOR ME????? 

Love seeing Seth’s merch on the beach — please send me pics of merch in nature this summer, I really love seeing it. Should add that i forgot to pack a cap on this trip and am wearing this cap every fucking day, kind of embarrassing, if you have an old cap you are parting with and think i’d like send me an email hahaha

Ash’s gorgeous tattoo, and a sliver of her Melo one above. 

DEVON CAME TO ELEVEN SHOWS ON THE U.S. RUN, THAT MUST BE SOME KIND OF RECORD, THANKYOU DEVON I AM NOT WORTHY!!! Alright, that’s all for now….. Leaving you with a paragraph from this brilliant New Yorker essay on parenting by Jia that’s staying with me: “The work demanded creativity and intuition: spending a day alone with my infant daughter reminded me of shepherding a friend through a first-time acid trip, continually gauging whether she needed to look at a flower, or listen to music, or sob for ten minutes, or be alone in the dark.” Can’t wait to be shepherding each other again in a few days. Loving you, always, forever, L xxxxxxx

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[mandoalorian]

Office Surprise [Maxwell Lord x Reader] SMUT

Authors note: Credit goes to one of my besties for coming up with this idea— I hope I executed it alright. Also I wrote this all in one sitting so apologies if it’s a bit muddled, I think it should be okay though. Maxwell and the reader have a pre-existing relationship and it’s inferred that they’ve dated for quite a long while. 

Rating: 18+ only.

Warnings: SMUT | oral (f receiving), use of toys, unprotected p in v, slight praise k!nk/degradation, a little rough, slight dom/sub dynamic if you squint, choking.

Word count: 5k

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Being the girlfriend of Maxwell Lord certainly wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows, but as you swiped his platinum black Amex card at the Victoria Secret cashier, you recognised it had its privileges. What did he expect you to do? Sit at home all day reading interior design magazines and baking desserts? No. You were bored. Maxwell had come home every night and complained about his long hard week at work but you knew it couldn’t be as boring as sitting alone in his enormous DC house. It got so incredibly lonely.

You planned on travelling to the city anyways today; to get some final Christmas presents for your friends. And Maxwell’s office just so happened to be located in the city centre and so you figured it would only be polite to pay him a little visit. After all, he surely couldn’t be too busy to see you. You had his driver drop you off and pick you up from the different shops. You had been dating Maxwell long enough to understand the way his mind worked. If you wanted to visit him during one of his busiest work weeks, you’d have to give him a reason to make you want to stay.

You had visited his office plenty of times before. He’d greet you with the same surprised smile and elation in his eyes, but it wouldn’t be long until he put his head back down and ignored you for his work, humming whenever you tried speaking to him and only ever vaguely listening. As Maxwell’s driver took you to your next store of choice, you let your mind ponder ways you could really grab his full attention.

You wanted to have fun. The more your mind raced, the more you wanted to make your visit unforgettable. And that’s when your idea to visit Victoria Secret came to you. You hadn’t been to the store in a while, smiling pleasantly when you were greeted with a happy employee wearing a santa hat. Pulling down your sunglasses in hope she didn’t recognise you, you offered her a smile. “We have our new Christmas range in stock.” she grinned cheerily.

“Take me to it, please,” you replied and the employee nodded excitedly, guiding you through the aisles.

“A lot of red lingerie sets this year.” She held her arms out, showing you the variety. One pieces, two pieces, full blown costumes. One set in particular caught your eye… a lacy number with a small silk ribbon. It was like nothing you owned before and you knew how much Maxwell liked the colour red on you. You took it from the rack. “An excellent choice!” the store assistant beamed. You were ready to pay and leave but then she opened her mouth again. “We have a new range of toys too!” 

Toys? That could be interesting.

Before you knew it, you were in the back of the black limousine, frantically changing out of your clothes and into your newly purchased lingerie. It only took a few minutes for the driver to pull up outside Black Gold Cooperative. You fastened your heels and tied the belt around your knee length crimson coloured coat before stepping out of the car. 

You practically yelped as the cold winter air stung your skin. You weren’t sure how great of an idea it was, to visit Maxwell wearing nothing but lingerie and his favourite coat, but it was too late to have any regrets now. With a confident smile, you pulled off your sunglasses and entered the building through the rotating glass doors.

Maxwell’s assistant and receptionist, both intern age blonde girls, greeted you with a snarl. “You- you aren’t supposed to be here!” His assistant pointed an accusing finger at you. “Mr Lord is fully booked up today and you haven’t made an appointment!” 

“Give me a break,” you rolled your eyes, storming over to the elevator, your heels clicking against the marble floor. You knew they envied you for being the girlfriend of the richest man in America but you didn’t care enough to give them the time of day.

You entered the elevator and let it take you to the very top floor; where Maxwell’s office was.

"Oh hey, look who it is." Bradley Huntington, acting sales manager of Black Gold Cooperative smiled as you stepped out the elevator. Two men who were standing alongside him turned to face you, their jaw dropping slightly as they drunk in your appearance. You refrained from shooting them an eye roll— the men here had absolutely no shame. They wanted you to know that they were watching you.

"Hi boys." you replied with a faux politeness, your ruby red lips curling into a returning smile. "What are you doing out here, chatting by the coffee machine?" you raised a curious eyebrow. "Maxwell going easy on your workload?" You didn't care, you didn't snoop your nose in your boyfriend's business, but you did enjoy pretending like you had some kind of authority as his partner. It was fun to see these slimy grown men panic at your words.

"On a break," Bradley replied plainly, his smirk only growing as he took a step closer to you, breaking any distance. "I don't see you around here much anyway. Was beginning to wonder if you had gotten sick of that old grump and made a run for it." he chuckled, dropping a hand to his hip and pointing his finger at the double doors behind him that lead into Maxwell Lord's office.

You shot him a sweet little giggle, as if to trick him into thinking his flirtations were working. "Leave Maxie?" you laughed. "That cutie wouldn't have a clue what to do without me!" you exclaimed, the wicked smile not leaving your lips for one second. "Now if you excuse me…" you went to enter Maxwell's office but a comment made by Bradley made you pause in your tracks.

"Sweetheart," he laughed. "You belong on MTV, not in an office building or cooped up in Maxwell's bedroom."

"Isn't he Mr Lord to you?" you shot back with a snarl, the smile slipping from his face only momentarily. You grinned when you saw the panic wash over him, his face turning pale with nerves.

"Uh actually- me and Mr Lord- me and Maxwell, are good friends. We're on first name basis." Bradley fumbled out. You wanted to laugh at his lame attempt of a smooth recovery. You knew that wasn't true at all.

"Good friends huh?" you folded your arms across your chest.

"Mm," Bradley mumbled, stepping closer to you and placing his hand over your coat. "Take your coat off, you must be hot." You felt your heart jump and a sickness bubble up in your stomach. Bradley really was slimy.

"I'm good." you shot back. Bradley shrugged and reached down to the belt that was holding your coat together. He slowly leaned into you and you quickly pushed him off you. Bradley stumbled back into an abundance of chairs, knocking a few over in the process.

"Darling?" You felt your heart rate increase speed when you heard your boyfriend's voice. Your head turned to face Maxwell who was standing by his office door, scowling. You looked back at Bradley who's colour had completely drained out of his face and you beamed.

"Maxie!" you smiled, walking over to your boyfriend and protectively placing a hand under his suit jacket and setting place on his chest. His scowl didn't move from Bradley as he slid an arm around your waist, holding you tight.

"Thought I could hear your voice," Maxwell whispered in your ear causing a frenzy of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. "What are you doing here?"

"Just came to catch up with your friends." you teased. Maxwell lifted a curious eyebrow.

"Is that so?" he quizzed, beginning to feel irritated by the presence of his employees, and even more annoyed by the lilt in your voice that suggested you wanted to play with him.  "I hope Bradley wasn't causing any fuss." Maxwell raised his voice and Bradley shook his head furiously.

"N-no sir, not at all." Bradley said quickly, offering the CEO a nervous smile. You bit your lip and gently tugged on Maxwell's tie.

"Baby," you whined out, looking up at him through your fluttering eyelashes. "Can we go into your office?" you asked sweetly. Maxwell finally tore his eyes from an anxious Bradley and smiled down at you.

"Of course darling." he replied, ushering you through the door.

"Bye boys! Behave!" you called, shooting them one last smirk.

"Alright come on now." Maxwell sighed, placing his hand into the small of your back and pushing you into his office.

You padded into his huge office, placing your purse and shopping bags down on one of the chairs. Before Maxwell entered, he made sure to shoot Bradley one final death glare. Maxwell locked the double doors and turned around. He grabbed you by the collar of your red coat and pinned you to the door, pressing his lips against yours passionately. In fact, so passionately, you wondered if his harshness would leave a bruise. He bit down on your lower lip, his hand snapping ahold of your neck causing a small gasp escape your lips. Maxwell pulled away, his breathing heavy against your skin. "What happened?" he gritted out, looking up at you with lust-blown eyes.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him off you, walking away from where he had pinned you against the door. "Nothing, just your sleazy coworkers not knowing when to give up." you rolled your eyes, checking your appearance in the mirror and fixing your lipstick as it had smudged from the kiss.

"Bradley," Maxwell exhaled, his eye contact not breaking from you once. "Did he touch you?"

"Enough to make me uncomfortable? Yes. But I got him off me. I can handle myself, Maxie." you sighed, fixing your hair and turning back to your boyfriend.

"I know you can," Maxwell said lowly, slowly approaching you. You recognised that primal glint lighting up in his eyes and you smiled. "What did he say to you?"

"Said I shouldn't spend all day cooped up at home, or here, in your office. He said I was pretty enough to be on MTV." you beamed proudly and Maxwell grunted, nodding slowly. He placed a hand, cupping your face and rubbed his thumb along the high of your cheekbones.

"He must've been feeling bold, hitting on you like that." Maxwell tutted. You nuzzled your face into his hand, the coolness of his gold rings making you wince only slightly.

"What do you think Maxie?" you asked, your voice as sweet as honey. "Am I pretty enough to be on television?" you let your hands pull off his suit jacket and roam over his white button down shirt, tugging teasingly at his suspenders as you waited for a response.

But Maxwell didn't stay a word. He looked down at you with his lust-blown eyes and ran his thumb over the plumpless of your lower lip. You parted your mouth, taking his finger and sucking on the digit. Maxwell mewled as he watched you intently, admiring the work of your mouth. You pulled your lips away from his finger with a pop and beamed proudly when you saw the slight blush that crossed his face.

"I think you show up at my work uninvited, dressed like that, flirting with my employees…" he scowled, his gaze not lifting from you once. You wanted to fight him for accusing you of flirting with other men, but you knew him. And he knew you. He knew you would always be faithful; he was just playing a game. Another one of Maxwell Lord's twisted games that you had grown accustomed too. He had that look in his eye— the one you were all too familiar with. It was almost predatory. He tsked, shaking his head and letting out a small chuckle. "Look at you, here, in my office, thinking you can call the shots. I'm busy darling, go home."

"Oh," you hummed, biting your lip and twiddling with your hair. "Because if you're too busy... Bradley offered me-" Your lilt was teasing and you could tell it was making him feel defensive. You knew how protective he got over you.

"What?" Maxwell sneered, his hand dropping to the belt that held your coat together.

You gulped, knowing that if he just tugged a little harder on the belt, your little surprise for him would be revealed. "He- uhm, he-"

"C'mon honey, spit it out." Maxwell smirked, loving the jumbled reaction he was getting out of you, although he was unsure why you were suddenly so nervous when you had walked into his office so confidently. His hands didn't leave your belt and you took a deep breath, looking up at him and into his eyes.

"Said that if I ever get bored of you, I know where to find him." You pursed your lips together and shot him a devilish smile.

"Tell me darling," Maxwell hummed, his hand once again reaching up to your face, his finger brushing over your lips. "What urged you to come to my office in the middle of the day when you know I'm swarmed with work?" he narrowed his eyes.

"I got bored." you admitted sheepishly, swaying your hips from side to side.

"So you come to my work… act like a brat and…" Maxwell paused when he saw you pout. "What?"

"I didn't do anything wrong Maxie." you whined. "Was all them. Was all Bradley." 

"You have everything at home. Everything you need to keep you occupied." Maxwell glanced over at your shopping bags that were on his chair. "Spending my money?" Maxwell asked and you nodded shyly.

"But I think you'll like it." you told him, biting your lip.

"Show me."

You placed his hands back on the belt of your coat. "See for yourself." you whispered with a smirk.

Taking the hint, Maxwell slowly tugged on your belt that was tying your coat together. Coming loose, your coat opened up, revealing the lace red lingerie set you were doting, and nothing else. Maxwell's gaze fell from your face to your body as he revelled in the gorgeous sight that stood before him. You stood there in silence for a few seconds, as he drunk in every inch of your body.

"You've been wearing that this whole time?" Maxwell swallowed, staring at your tits. Finally he brought himself to look up at your face, taking a deep breath and straightening his posture. "While you were talking to Brad-"

"Max please," you rolled your eyes, shuffling out of the coat and letting it drop to the floor.

"I've never seen it before." Maxwell admitted.

"It's new," you told him, taking a step closer and pulling off his suit jacket, letting it pool on the floor alongside your winter coat. "Got it for you. You like it?" you smiled, twirling around and giving him a little dance. Your heels clicked against the marble floor as you spun around for him. Maxwell didn't say anything, but if the bulge in his tailored pants was anything to go off… you giggled. "Oh Maxie, you do like it."

Maxwell cleared his throat. "Whilst you do look ravishing, I am busy so-" 

"But I wasn't finished showing you what I bought." you poured, blinking your doe-like eyes and folding your arms over your chest, the lace grazing your skin.

Maxwell shook his head and walked back over to his desk, sinking into his office chair. He cursed under his breath as he began to palm himself under his desk knowing you wouldn't be able to see. He looked down at the abundance of papers, trying to concentrate, but it wasn't working. Giving in, he looked back over to you.

You were bent over, rummaging through one of your shopping bags in search of something. Your legs were spaced apart so perfectly, Maxwell knew you must've been doing it on purpose— to tease him. His eyes felt heavy as he watched you, his fingers grazing over his throbbing length. He felt so restricted, so confined… but he didn't want to give you the liberty of knowing what you had done to him. When he saw you straighten yourself back up, he looked back down at the stack of papers on his desk. 

You picked out a long black box with no markings, and placed it before Maxwell on his desk. Maxwell looked up at you, waiting for an explanation. "What is it?" he asked and you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Open it." you urged with a smile. Maxwell hesitated, his gaze wandering to the locked door, back to you, and then down at the matte box. He carefully undone the ribbon that wrapped it and opened the lid. Rummaging amongst the tissue, his eyes glinted with desire and wicked delight upon finding what you had bought. He couldn't help but smirk. "Well?" you cooed, perching yourself on the corner of your desk.

Maxwell nodded, not saying a word. He took the purple vibrator out of the box and put it down on the desk next to his stationary. "This couldn't have waited until I got home?" he quizzed, his voice breaking slightly. You grinned and shook your head. "I see."

"Am I in trouble?" you pouted and Maxwell's smirk grew. He pushed the papers and the stationary from his desk, clearing it of room.

"Lie down." he demanded and you squealed excitedly. You reached down to your feet to unclip your heels when Maxwell brought his hand to your neck. "No. Keep them on." he ordered sternly. You bit your lip and nodded, obeying his request. His large hand still wrapped around your neck, he carefully pushed you into the table.

The coolness of the expensive oak made you squirm. Maxwell walked around his desk, grabbing your legs and dragging your body further down closer to him. He spread them apart and began to kiss along your thighs. "I do love this colour on you." he mumbled into your skin, his fingers gracing your soaked core through the red lace. You shivered under his touch and you swore you could feel his smirk press into your skin.

"I know." you admitted with a shaky exhale. He wasted no time teasing. He thought it was only fair he got a little payback. The curve of his nose nudged against your clit as he pressed soft kisses into your cunt.

You brought your hands down to your panties in attempt to wriggle them off and free yourself but Maxwell's large ring clad hands stopped you. "Patience." he muttered and you let out a whine as he licked you through the material.

"Please," you begged, your toes curling with pleasure as he kisses around your entrance. 

"I thought you bought this lingerie for me, baby," Maxwell chuckled, his warm breath going straight through your core.

"I did." you muttered, your eyes fluttering shut as he continued to kiss and lick.

"So let me enjoy it," he growled, lifting his head up from between your legs and fumbling with the little red bow at the top of your panties. "It's cute." Maxwell smiled and you felt your cheeks heat up. He pulled your legs further down and you wrapped them around his waist as he leaned over your body.

Hovering over you, he pressed a soft kiss into your neck and began to palm at your breast, running his thumb over your hardening nipple as he slid his tongue into your mouth. You brought your hands up to his hair and laced your fingers in his dark blonde locks, tugging on it just the way you knew he liked. You wondered if he was going to even take your bra off; heck— you wondered if he was going to take his own clothes off. He was standing over you in his suit pants and white work shirt, although the tie and the suspenders had been ditched.

You were breathless when Maxwell pulled away from your lips and his hand wrapped around your throat again, squeezing gently. The pressure made you gasp out a soft moan as he brought his kisses down your neck and along your collarbones, down the valley of your breasts and your stomach until his head was positioned back in between your legs.

"You're exquisite." Maxwell sighed, raking in his view.  He pressed his middle finger and index finger into your core, feeling how damp your panties already were. "All for me?" he cooed, his brown eyes sparkling with delight. He switched over to his thumb where he began to rub your clit. "Such a good girl." he praised, beginning to tear away your new underwear from your body.

Pretty soon, your red panties were thrown aimlessly on the floor along with Maxwell's suit jacket and your winter coat and Maxwell wasted no time into latching his mouth onto your pussy. You practically screamed at the way his tongue worked within you, lapping up all your arousal like he hadn't had a decent meal in his life. "Hungry?" you joked breathlessly. Not in the mood, Maxwell didn't unattach his lips from you but he did insert two of his fingers without warning. You found yourself arching your back, moaning wantonly as he worked through your core. His groans as he sucked on your clit left vibrations rifle through your body as his fingers pounded inside of you. Obscene wet sounds echoed through his office as a result from his actions.

You dug your heels into his back and felt your legs start to shake uncontrollably as his movements became faster and more intense. His hands grabbed your thighs as he tried to steady you but it was barely any use. Seeing that you were close, he kept up his stamina until your climax ripped through your body, soaking his lips dripping down his chin. When he pulled away, you felt yourself blush at the state he was in. His hair had fallen out of place and his face was glistening with a mixture of his sweat and your juices.

Maxwell unclipped his gold cufflinks, tossing them on the floor and rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. Just as you were about to thank him, his hand reached over to the vibrator. "M-Max," you tried to protest as he flicked the switch. It began to buzz erratically and he spent a few moments accustoming himself to the different speeds and pressures. "Max." you wriggled, trying to sit up, but he pushed you back down, hushing you. The least he could do was wait until you had recovered from your first orgasm, but no. He pressed the vibrator to your clit casually and another gasp tore through you. "Max!" you yelled and he chuckled.

"I like this one." he grinned, adjusting the speed and watching you toss and turn on his desk.

"Fuck, Max," you yelped, your fingers curling into a fist as you began to feel that familiar warmth in your stomach signifying that you were close.

"Aw, you going to cum again?" Maxwell chuckled, turning up the speed to the highest setting. "Look at you, all spread out on my desk screaming my name."

Your vision became hazy and your eyes snapped shut as your orgasm hit you leaving you dizzy and panting. Maxwell shut off the vibrator and tossed it to one side. You groaned, holding your face in your hands as you came down your high. Maxwell stared at you, all messed up on his desk, and he couldn't rid himself of his smile.

You looked down to see his damage. "Oh Maxie," you whimpered, reaching your hands out when you saw the bulge stretching out his tailored pants. You sat upright and Maxwell gave you a small kiss on the head. "Let me help you." you whispered, moving your hands to his zipper but he swatted them away. You looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows as he tsked you. "Maxwell Lord denying head?" you scoffed, reaching back out to his pants. Your fingers only slightly brushed over his length but it was enough to make him shudder. He pushed you back into the oak desk for a third time.

"Stay." he commanded, his voice gruff as he ran his fingers through his hair and pushed his locks out of his face. His eyes were practically black as he examined you, pushing apart your legs and running his fingers along your dripping folds.

"Stop- teasing-" you growled, tossing your head back. "You- you've already got two orgasms out of me."

"And I know I can get one more." Maxwell snarled, unzipping his pants and pulling out his rock hard length. He collected the beads of his precum and rubbed it over his throbbing cock, just the gentlest of strokes almost pushing him over the edge.

You were too busy staring at the pretty gold pattern in the ceiling, a feeling of pure blissed out euphoria washed over your spent body, when you felt your boyfriend's cock push between your entrance. "How's this?" Maxwell grunted as he snapped his hips deep inside of you. "Could Bradley do this?"

You curled your hands into a fist as he thrust deep inside of you, repeating his movements hard and fast with no mercy. "Sh- shut upppp." you whined, grabbing onto his biceps as he pushed his body over yours to hit at a deeper angle. He laughed and pressed his hand into your throat once more.

"Ngh- so pretty," he cursed under his breath. You closed your eyes. "Look at me," he hissed, and you obliged as he proceeded to fuck the life out of you. "So good to me." he praised.

"Max," you wailed as his cock pressed into your sweet spot.

"Is that good for you?" he bit his lip, his fingers digging into your skin so hard you were sure it would leave marks.

"Mhmmm," You agreed. "Maxxxxx."

"Yeah baby?"  the use of his little names for you only riled you on more and eventually he felt your walls squeeze around his cock as you came undone.

"I want you to cum in me," you begged, your eyes glossy and pleading as your final orgasm washed over you.

"Will you promise to me a good girl?" he asked you and you squirmed under his praise.

"I'm always a good girl," you breathed out. "Always good for you Maxie."

"Yeah," Maxwell moaned, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. He pressed a sloppy kiss into your neck and pushed deep into you, biting his teeth into the skin of your jaw. With one final hard thrust he was spilling inside of you.

Maxwell steadied himself, his cock softening inside of you until eventually it slipped out. You moaned at the loss of the fullness and he shuddered, quickly tucking himself back into his pants and zipping himself up. It only took a few seconds for him to notice his cum leaking from your pussy. With shaky legs, he padded to the drawer under his desk, unlocking it and taking out some silk handkerchiefs. He opened your legs gently and began to clean you up with the utmost care and affection.

"How do you feel?" he whispered into the shell of your ear, discarding the handkerchief when he was finished. He helped you sit upright and pulled you onto his lap, smoothing out your hair.

"Tired," you whispered, nuzzling your face into his chest. He kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around your practically naked body, his strong arms holding you still and steady.

"I get off in three hours, why don't you take a nap on my sofa and then we can go home together?" Maxwell suggested.

"Mmm," you smiled, closing your eyes. "Or I could just stay here. Like this? But oh- you have that meeting…" you sighed. You went to stand up but Maxwell's grip around you tightened.

"Darling, stay here," you cooed. "I can cancel the meeting. It is my company after all. Besides, I'd rather be here with you."

You felt yourself blush. "You know Maxie, I do love you. So much." 

"I know," Maxwell answered, his voice unrecognisably soft. "I love you too." He didn't say those three words often, but you knew that deep down he meant it. He loved you. "Oh, and thanks for the surprise."

[bakubub]

Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hey guyssss~~ Ik its been a while but this is part 1 (of 3 now apparently) of this prompt I came across on Pinterest. Enjoy <3

Warnings: Few swears, no smut, not even mentions, reader has breasts and wears a bra but no pronouns are mentioned so do with that what you will, ummm will probably leave you wanting your crush to notice you or for Christmas time to roll around... likely both :,)

Word Count: around 1.6k

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

My legs curled up on the couch in the lounge area of the dorms and my feet tucked under Ochako's legs next to me, I inhale the festive scent of my hot chocolate as I watch Mina write down the names of the Secret Santa, which Kirishima had suggested we do only moments before. "Done!" she squeals, holding up a saucepan filled with folded pieces of paper, everyone's name from 1A written on each one.

Taking a sip of my drink and sighing at the nostalgic flavour, I bask in the warmth of my thick blanket and the fireplace in front of me, slowly defrosting in the delicious heat it radiated. I look over at Mina, who was acting a little giddier than usual, as she ushers Todoroki to pick out a paper from the saucepan. Unsure of what was going on, he did so and without waiting for anyone's instruction and read the name aloud, "Yamomo. What does this mean for me?"

Almost chocking on my drink, I lurch up from my position and snort with laughter, holding the hot mug at arms length to avoid spilling all over the couch. Concerned for my wellbeing, Ochako lurches with me and hits my back, assuming that I was choking. "I'm okay, I'm okay, thank you," I mumble, settling back into my comfortable spot and inching my feet back underneath her warm thighs. She releases a sigh of relief before smiling at my familiar attempt at warmth, something she had become used to from the first day of school. I observe Mina once more as she scolds Todoroki, snatching the paper out of his hand and throwing it back into the pot, before explaining what was going on. Nodding silently, he picks another name and moves away from everyone to open it, then quickly shoving the paper into his pocket. Mina blinks at him and shakes her head before she moves on, seemingly having handed out almost all of the papers to our chatting peers, all except one.

"Lucky last!" She states as she hands the last one to me. Opening the paper, hoping I got someone easy to buy for, my heart skips a beat at the sheer difficulty of the person... And, well, maybe because of how I felt about him.

Bakugo Katsuki.

I scrunch the paper in my hand and make a point not to look at him so as to not arouse suspicion, and smile at Mina, who winks and moves along, announcing to everyone that we had a 20 dollar spending limit and to not be stingy.

Also, we'll be exchanging gifts on Christmas day, which is exactly a week away.

Inconspicuously, I glance over at Bakugo, who was scowling at the piece of paper he drew from the saucepan. I'm surprised that he even participated, but after Kaminari and Kirishima jeered at him and somehow made him feel inferior, he decided to participate, if only to prove them wrong.

Feeling a sense of cold on my feet, I notice that Ochako got up from her spot, and that almost everyone was slowly making their ways back to their dorms, their voices all contributing to a background chatter secondary to my thoughts. I check the time and realise it was already a quarter to 11, although we don't have school tomorrow, so I could afford to stay for another 15 minutes in this comfy, cozy and deliciously warm space.

Although, my feet are quite cold...

"Move your feet, dumbass!" I start as Bakugo looms over me, evidently wanting to sit in the spot my friend had just vacated since he was sprawled on the floor before. Usually, he's the first to head back to his dorm...

I pull back my feet underneath my blanket as I make room for Bakugo to sit, sipping my now warm drink as he does so.

Now directly in my line of sight, I have no choice but to start a conversation with the boy I've had a damning crush on since I saw his ridiculously handsome face and continued to do so when he yelled at me to move out of the way.

I literally have zero justification for my feelings.

"So, who'd you get for Secret Santa," I say jokingly, wriggling my eyebrows and nudging his thigh with my toe.

He physically recoils from my touch and his scowl deepens, "None of you're damn business!" he barks, looking sort of flustered.

I humph, drinking from my Christmas themed mug, which had a reindeer with its massive antlers sticking out and a bright red nose, and eye Bakugo once more.

Even with his eyebrows creased and mouth turned downwards, he was truly beautiful. His skin is so clear I can't see even a single blemish. Seriously, is this kid going through the same puberty we were all going through? Just this morning I woke up to like 5 new zits on my face, and this boy (who I'm assuming does nothing for his skin) has this perfection and glow to him as if he does an elaborate skin care routine day and night.

"Oi, dumbass, what the hell are you staring at?!" His rough voice sending chills down my spine.

"How do you have such good skin, Bakugo? It doesn't make sense..." I say, mumbling most of it and then quickly realising what I said and zone in on his features changing from his semi-permanent scowl to one of confusion.

He blinks at me and I take advantage of this accidental distraction on my part and inch my feet under his leg, hoping to get some sort of warmth into my numb toes.

Unfortunately, he realises what I try to do and frowns down at my feet now completely underneath his thigh. He looks up at me, and we just stare at each other for a few seconds before he huffs and looks in the other direction, seemingly engaging in a conversation with Kirishima, when in reality he is just nodding along to whatever Kaminari was rambling on about.

God, he is so warm.

My back leaning on the couch and their chatter becoming white noise, my eyes slowly droop once more, becoming so heavy that I struggle to stay awake. I finally regain feeling in my toes when I slip out of consciousness and enter blissed dreamland.

---

I hear their voices before I see their faces.

"Look at them, they're so cute!"

"I don't get it, why didn't they all just go back to their dorms last night like normal people?"

"His back looks like its going to hurt."

"Aizawa-sensei will kill them if he found out about this."

I peek through my lashes and realise that Todoroki, Deku and Momo were all in front of me.

Why the hell are they in my dorm this early in the morning?!

I lift my head, groaning at the neck pain from the uncomfortable position its been in all night before realising that I was still in the common area and it was now morning. Shit.

I try to get up before realising a heavy weight on my lap, look down, and see Kaminari drooling all over my leggings. I scrunch my eyebrows, looking past him to see Kirishima hugging the arm rest on the opposite side of the long couch with Bakugo's foot pressing his face into it. I followed his leg to find that he was drooling with his head on the floor and his butt and lower back still on the couch.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Why the hell did you all crash here last night?" Hagakure, who I hadn't noticed was here until now, asks.

"Um, I, uh," I clear my throat, my morning grogginess extremely evident from my tone, "I have no idea."

Self-consciously smoothing down my hair and inconspicuously cleaning out my eyes, I make sure to keep my mouth shut lest my morning breath kill anyone before trying my best to get out of Kaminari's death grip on my waist.

His arm snaked under my torso and his head rested on my belly, he actually looks quite cute, like a child hugging his mother.

Too bad he is not my child.

I attempt pushing his head off, prodding his cheek to wake him up, unlatching his hands from my lower back, all to no avail.

At this point, the others were taking photos of the boys, and Mina, Ochako and Asui (whom Hagakure called down immediately), went to get water to wake the boys up with a wet surprise.

I groan in frustration, which simultaneously wakes up Bakugo, who looks directly up at me from his position on the floor.

Confused for a second, his crimson eyes fixate on Kaminari's head and he scrambles to get up, not even noticing the others in his rush.

"Why the fuck is Chargebolt assaulting you?!" He growls before roughly grabbing the mug I was sipping from last night off the coffee table and splashing it onto Kaminari's face.

Feeling the cold on my shirt, which was now drenched, I hiss while Kaminari gasps awake, lurching up and finally letting me go.

I get up too, pinching my shirt to hover over my breasts instead of stick to them, as I mutter a quick thank you to Bakugo before rushing upstairs to my dorm lest anyone see the outline of my black bra underneath my unfortunately white shirt.

Did Bakugo just get incredibly jealous and felt the urge to save me, his potential damsel in distress? Or, the more likely option was that his stupidly incredible hero instincts kicked in. Either way, he didn't have to do what he did- which is now driving me insane.

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[noisyalmonddreamer]

Holiday special

Word count: Idk a lot  (a/n): Someone come save me I’m tired this took my soul away this is also unedited because I’m to tired for that

Percy:

-This boy LOVES Christmas

-He get's into the feeling like right after thanksgiving

-Decorates his cabin like there's no tomorrow

-But he wont spend Christmas eve or day at camp, he's with his family

-He also goes to his family's house to help decorate

-Snowball fights? you will not BELIVE how excited he gets for them

-He loves hot chocolate and demands his has marshmallows in it

-be careful if you guys make cookies together he WILL eat the batter

-"Percy stop you could get sick!"

- "but it's so good!"

-"IT HAS RAW EGGS"

-he wears Christmas sweaters and Santa hats

-He invites you to come to his mom's house for Christmas

-On Christmas day itself he's supper excited but from how he was acting you'd think he was an actual responsible adult

-but really he just really wanted to make it special for Estelle so he was just being giddy on the inside

-He gets you something that would remind him of you

-Something he finds beautiful

~~~Scenario~~~  (lowkey feel like I wrote him out of character I'm really sorry)

The sounds of soft snores filled your ears as you woke up. The sun reflecting off the bright snow seemed to magnify the sun's rays. You turned over to see your boyfriend, Percy, sound asleep with a little bit of drool sliding past his lip. You giggled as you took the blue blanket and wiped it away causing him to stir a little.

"Percy, It's time to get up" you nudged him lightly trying to wake him. He groaned pulling the cover up more. You rolled your eyes before an idea came to mind "Percy wake up it's Christmas."

The gears in Percy's head seemed to move for a second before his eye's popped open "OH MY GOD'S IT'S CHRISTMAS!" He popped up from his position. You smiled before leaning over and kissing him on his cheek "yeah it is, now you might want to put a shirt on before-" your sentence was cut of as Percy looked at the window.

"Oh my God's (y/n) look it snowed!" he got up from the bed and excitedly went to the window pretty much vibrating from excitement. He looked like a little kid, his eyes shining bright and a giddy smile on his face "I know Perce" you laughed as he pouted at your comment "As I was saying you might want to put on a shirt before Estelle comes in."

Percy laughed and threw on a sweatshirt before climbing back into bed with you "what are you doing?" He looked at you and smiled "pretended you're asleep she'll want to have woken us up." He kissed your head and laid back down.

Percy was, of course, right. Moments later you heard two little feet barreling down the hallway and tiny squeals of excitement. The door opened and a little girl hopped onto the bed trying to wake the two of you up "GET UP GET UP GET UP!!!"

Estelle shook the two of 'awake' and you yawned "good morning Estelle. What can we do for you." You smiled at her as the little girl squealed with excitement. "It's Christmas! Mama and Papa said we couldn't open present's till you two woke up! Percy Percy get up!"

Estelle dragged the two of you out of bed into the living room where Sally and Paul had hot coco waiting. You sat on Percy's lap as you watched as Estelle rip open her presents, along with handing everyone there's "here Percy this is yours and this one's yours (y/n)!"

Percy smiled at her and ripped open the present, quickly, ones he saw what it was his eyes brightened as another big grin decorated his face.

After opening all the presents up Paul, Sally and Estelle went down the hall for a few minutes so Estelle could give a present to her friend.

Percy pulled you into his room and got something from inside his cabinet. He handed you a small box rapped in blue rapping paper. "I know I already got you a present but I went out swimming a while ago and found this and I thought of you" he rubbed the back of his neck as he blushed.

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek before opening the present. You pulled out a necklace that looked similar to your camp necklace except it had a single pearl on it. You smiled and wrapped your arm's around him, pressing your lips to his, you were met with the slightly salty taste of his lips. He smiled into the kiss as he pulled away for a second "so you like it?" he asked looking at you.

"I love it thank you Perce"

"Merry Christmas (Y/n)"

"Merry Christmas Percy"

Jason:

-Again he hasn't had a 'real' Christmas in a while

-Mr. Series Roman Praetor  has watched over people for Christmas making sure no one get's to out of hand

-My boy hasn't gotten to have fun for so long

-So when you're like

-"TIME FOR FUN CHRISTMAS"

-He's trying hard! But that series 'gotten make sure things are running smooth' skin is hard to get out

- "Don't drink to much eggnog it has raw eggs you could get sick. Don't have more than a cup please"

- "FIGHT ME"

-I'm kinda kidding but he is kinda stiff about it all

-Sidenote: Someone *cough* Leo *cough* placed a mistletoe above his desk and put a stapler next to him so he was under the mistletoe with a stapler

- "You think you're so funny huh?"

- "Pretty much yeah"

- "It was pretty funny though"

- "(Y/N)!"

-I have said that I think he has a secret sweet tooth

-He drinks his hot coco super sweet

-No one can know though

-Except you maybe

-He decorates a tree with you

-straight up gets tangled in the lights while you guys are decorating

-Send some help for our very own blond super man

-He'll also probably get you something he had found during a quest

~~~Scenario~~~

You placed two steaming mugs of hot Chocolate on a side table. They looked quite nice, if you say so yourself, you had added chocolate shavings atop the whip cream and crushed up peppermint canes.

Looking up you were met with electric blue eyes looking at you intently, holding a Santa hat in his scarred callused hands.

"Do I really have to wear this?" He asked holding out the bright red hat. "Yes of course you do! We're decorating!"

He looked down at you again. "Okay okay I'll wear the hat sweetie but why the entire cabin? We already have a tree do you think decorating the whole cabin is.... excessive?" You rolled your eyes at him "I don't expect you have had that many fun Christmases because you're so,,, Roman so you have to do it! I didn't make the rules bub!"

You skipped over to him kissing him on the cheek than going over to the box of decorations you forced him to fly to camp half-blood. You also got him to carry a Christmas tree that you got from the Stoles, though they didn't tell you were they got it from.

You opened up the box and pulled out a few blankets and pillows.

"What are those for?" Jason stood behind you taking sips from his hot coco watching you. "Decoration! What do you think we're doing here right now?" You threw the pillows and blankets onto the couch

Jason rolled his eyes, walking up to you "I already have pillows and blankets but whatever." He said, his voice held a teasing tone, he knew what he was doing.

You glared at him "I will take away your hot chocolate and not make anymore." You pointed a finger out, trying to prove your point. Jason's eyes widened before he placed his mug on the coffee table and swiftly walked over to you.

"Alright so what do you need?"

"Just take these." You handed him some fake acorns and stuff, pointing at a wall "Place them like over there."

Jason took them into his hands and began working. About thirty minutes in he tapped you on the shoulder. "What about the tree?" You looked over at him "Oh yeah we do that last just give me a sec and you can start detangling the lights." You pointed at the box that had the Christmas lights.

Jason nodded and walked over to the box, pulling out a giant clump of lights. He looked at it, a bit concerned wondering how he would be able to detangle it all.

~~~time skip~~~

Jason ended up being right, he couldn't untangle them. Every time he thought he had gotten another tangle out it led to another, then when he thought to follow a single cored it was stuck in other cords. This is all to say that in thirty minutes Jason managed to tangle himself in the lights, yet he still didn't ask for help or even call out for you.

He didn't want you laughing at him so he decided he would get himself out. Which also didn't end up well because he fell with a loud thud.

You had went outside to hang a few more lights and decorations on the porch when you head it, a loud thud followed by a groan of pain. You hurried inside to see the son of Zeus himself, Praetor of New Rome, Hero of Camp Jupiter, laying on the floor tangled in Christmas lights.

"It's not funny!" He yelled when he had heard your giggling. This only turned your light giggling into full on laughter you clutched your stomach in pain as you laughed.

"It's so funny! How did you even manage to do that?" He looked up at you "Can you please help me?" You bent down to his level "of course on one condiction"

"Yes anything!"

"Let me take a picture."

Leo:

-Burns the coco because he's impatient

-He also puts candy canes into his hot coco

-Along with like 3 hand fulls of marshmallows and like a giant whip cream mountain

-He also lowkey doesn't like eggnog

- "It tastes like sweet eggs!"

-You can bet your ass he is going to force you to wear matching PJ's on Christmas eve

-While setting up the tree he get's very frustrated with the lights

-"THIS IS SO DUMB I'LL BUILD MY OWN LIGHTS!"

-He does end up doing that and they look very cool

-May or may not end up breaking some of the ornaments

-"What was that?"

- *Sweeping away a broken ornament* "Nothing babe!"

-He makes all his presents himself

-Like 2 months before he's haled ass up in bunker 9 making presents

-At some point he made a Christmas robot

-It's called that but it's main purpose is to peg snowballs at people

-He does bring a Christmas tree inside the bunker but forgets to water it then it catches on fire because it's dried out

-He will also pull mistletoe out at random time's claiming you have to kiss now

- "You just pulled that out of your tool belt. We're not even near ceiling"

- "Hmm? What? I don't know what you're talking about. But time for kiss! Who are we to break tradition?"

-You force him to dress up as an elf and give presents to kids

- "Why not Santa!? I'm making the toys!"

- "You're to short to be Santa plus your pointed ears!"

-He builds you something is that even a question

-It's a charm bracelet with a few different charms, one of them actually is magic and will pull out a shield  

~~~~Scenario~~~~~

You were stood outside bunker 9 on Christmas morning waiting for Leo to change. You shivered as a cold wind felt like it pierced your skin, both Leo and yourself had gotten up earlier then you normally would have but you two wanted to have your own thing before joining the rest of the camp.

You breathed out, a puff of smoke leaving your lips, as you turned around and banged on the door. "Leo come on! We're gonna be late and we still have to drag the presents to the bonfire!" you yelled through the metal. "This is ridiculous! Why am I dressed as an elf! I made the presents! This is humiliating!" His voice sounded whiny, you could practically hear him pouting.

"Come on Leo think about the children! They'll be so happy!" You heard a reluctant sigh leave him before the iron door opened reveling Leo in an adorable elf outfit.

"I feel ridicules." As he walked towards you the bells on his shoes jingled, making you burst out laughing. "Oh you have got to let me take a picture!" You grabbed Leo by the hand and pulled him towards the slay he had built. "Alright Mr. Elf let's go!"

"Don't call me that!" His whiney complains were only halted as you pecked his cheek quickly. "Now if you want more then let's go!" Leo's eyes widened, he grabbed the leads  and rushed towards the bonfire.

~~Time skip. Like only 5 minutes~~

As the slay slowed down to a stop you heard screams, you looked over your shoulder to see most of the younger camps, in their pajamas, running up to the slay with an excited look on their faces.

You looked over at Leo who had a bright smile on his face already grabbed a piece of paper with each kid's names and which toy they got. "You ready?" you whispered over to him, adjusting your hoodie. "Hades yeah I am!"

You hopped off from the slay in front of the kids, they all stopped and looked at you, pretty much vibrating from excitement. "Alright kiddys! Are you ready for your presents?" You question was only answered with shriek's of excitement and maybe one or two 'YES!'s.  

"Mr. Elf has each of your presents all the way from the north pole! But you have to wait to be called on can all of you do that?" The kids again in unison nodded their heads.

Leo popped up next to you startling you a bit, a big dopy grin still decorating his face "Alright I'm looking for a Gogo?" A little girl came running up to Leo, bouncing up and down with a plush in her hand, "Here you are Gogo" Leo handed the little girl a nicely wrapped present, the girl took it before bolting to her siblings yelling out a "THANK YOU!"

One by one Leo listed off the kid's, each one yelling out a thank you, and joining their siblings. As the last kid ran away Leo looked into the present sack. "Oh what do we have here?"

You looked at him with a questioning gaze "Did you forget someone? That was the last kid so I don't think you did." You looked around to see if there was any stragglers before Leo cleared his throat.

"Well why don't we have a looksie here and...Oh...it look's like this is for a certain...(Y/f/n)." You looked over at him again. "I didn't ask for anything..." you trailed off. Before you could say anything else Leo plopped the present into your hands, kissing you on the cheek. "Merry Christmas bebita."

Nico: -"Christmas is coming up?"

-Boy doesn't even realize

-I headcanon Nico secretly has a sweet tooth so I think he would like egg nog and super sweet hot coco

-I also think he can cook so he makes cookies with you

-But he will act like it's a pain and out of his way

-"Do I really have to?"

-"If you don't want to I'll just go get Leo or someone to help me!"

-"...Pass over the flour"

-He constantly has a candy cane in his mouth

-He legit eats so many you have to take them away from him

-Putting a Santa hat will anger him but he'll wear it because he loves you

-Unless someone comments on it then he'll take it off

-He really likes cooking with you, he finds it domestic like you guys are normal, so during the Christmas season he may act reluctant but you guys make stuff together a lot

-But baby boy also kinda has a sensitive mouth so hot food burns his tongue really quickly

-That combined with him kinda being impatient...he burns his mouth a lot

-He asks you to kiss it better

-He would probably get you something he found on his travels

-Or a stygian iron dagger

~~~Scenario~~

You finished tying up your apron, looking over to see Nico hadn't even tried, just letting the apron hang off his neck while he was reading a book he had found in an old library a few weeks ago.

You groaned walking over to him "Nico!" He only hummed in response, bobbing his head and continuing to read. You looked at him for a moment before placing your hand on his shoulder "NICO!"

Nico jumped slightly, looking up from his book at you. "What?" You glared at him for a moment, he rolled his eyes and booked marked the page, placing his arms around your shoulders.

"What's up il mio tesoro*?" He grinned stupidly down at you. "Oh don't 'il mio tesoro' me Mr! You're just avoiding what we said we would bring to the party in hopes we wont go!"

Nico laughed, raising his hands up in defense "Alright alright you got me! But I still don't get why we have to go to the party!" He pouted, crossing his arms.

You walked over to the counter rolling yours eyes "One, because we said we would and Two they're your friends and my friends it would be rude not to."

Nico slowly walked towards you, a small pout on his lips. "But I just want to spend the time with you!" He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his vanilla scent filled your noise. You blushed pushing him away.

"Just help me with the cookies then we can make some hot chocolate!" Nico's eyes lit up at the mention of hot coco. He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, tying the apron and rolling up his sleeves."

Ten minutes into cooking you almost regretted trying to cook with Nico. He was great at it but he was such a control freak! "No No! It said 2 cups of chocolate chips that's to much!"

You stared at him "It doesn't matter!" He groaned pushing you out the way "here let me do it!" You watched as he carefully folded the chips into the batter, wrapping the top with plastic wrap and placing it in the fridge.

"Alright it's gonna rest like that for 2 hours, it makes everything even more delicious!" He looked over at you with bright eyes. "Time for hot coco!"

You walked over to him, kissed his forehead before pulling the milk out the fridge. "alright just measure out the amount of milk we need." He nodded grabbing two mugs and filling them then dumping them into the pot.

He stirred the milk lazily "Why isn't it going faster?" He went down to turn the heat up "Nico no! You're going to burn the milk!" He looked at your tiredly "you don't like when it get's the skin on top and neither do I so lower the heat please!"

Nico rolled his eyes, lowering the heat to the second lowest setting then staring at you "happy now?" You nodded, grapping the whipped dream out the fridge and shaking it while Nico continued to stir the milk till it steamed.

The smell of warm milk filled the room as you heard Nico pour the steaming milk into the mugs.  You walked over to Nico, who was sitting on the couch you saw he had already stuck another candy cane in his mouth.

Grabbing the whipped cream bottle you made two small hills of whipped cream in each mug and waited for it to cool down. Nico, however, instantly grabbed his mug bringing it to his lips.

"Don't your gonna burn your mouth." You told him, watching him roll his eye. "No I'm not you're worrying to much."

He took a bug gulp then letting out a yelp, placing his mug down. He stuck his tongue out reveling a nasty red burn. You let out a small chuckle "see I told you!" He pouted at you "It really hurts!"

"Will you kiss it better?"

Frank: -Baby LOVES Christmas

-He takes you to canada

-He takes you to the Christmas market's and stuff

-He's also one who will get tangled in lights

-Along with that he isn't allowed to touch the breakable ornaments, like the delicate ones

-He also LOVES hot coco

-Frank makes like perfect hot coco's

-Like a nice whip cream swirl with chocolate and a few marshmallows

-It's very nice looking 10/10  

-Will also make maple taffy with you in the fresh snow

-But since you have to boil the syrup he isn't allowed

- "Frank baby, can you get the snow?"

- "Oh umm y-yeah!"

- "Alright here you are Frank, don't burn yourself"

- "I wont"

-He WILL wake up early on Christmas day

-He will also force you to go outside and have a snow ball fight

-istg he's just a nervous child in a giant's body

-Frank makes SUPER good eggnog also

-He LOVES getting a hot cup of coco and cuddling up with you next to a fire

-Especially after being out in the snow

-Also this boy really likes making snowmen

-and he's so good at it to

-Like he can make snowmen and like animals out of snow

-Hard to say what he would give you

-I want to say a sweater but that's not really like boyfriendy

-SO IM GOING TO SAY MATCHING SWEATERS

-More like a hoodie you had been wanting for a while and he got himself a complimentary one so you could match (And wear his because he knows you. You're not sly)

~~~Scenario~~~(Before anyone says anything I know he lives in Vancouver which is a city but just pretended you guys went to a cabin or something lol)

The cold winter air felt like it was ripping through your skin as the coldness from the snow made it's way through your boots and mittens that Frank at bought you the other day.

You looked over to Frank who was packing down snow on the last little bear cub, completing the bear family he was making. He smiled back at you, his nose and cheeks a light pink from the cold. You trudged over to him, the snow sinking slowing you down slightly, and wrapped your arms around his middle.

"Hey Frank I'm getting pretty cold can we head in soon?" You asked looking up at him. He smiled again, nodding his head "Yup! Just let me finish with these-" He grabbed the stick he had been using to adding details to all the bears and drew on some eyes and a mouth. "and done! Alright lets go in. Want to make some hot coco and eggnog?"

You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him back into the house. You pulled off your mittens, boots and socks and walked into the boiler room where they could dry.

"Hey Frank can you grab some wood? I'm gonna start a fire, it's kinda cold" Frank nodded, walking into the room where the wood had been put as you began getting the ingredients for eggnog and hot chocolate.

A moment later Frank walked into living room in his arms he held a few logs of cut, dry wood. He placed them on the hearth and began to collect kindling, starting the fire. "Hey I said I would do that Franky!"

Frank took his gloves off as he walked down the stairs "It's fine! I already had the wood so It's fine"

You pushed the hot coco ingredients to the side knowing it would take less time when you felt a pair of strong arms make their away around your waist and felt someone's chin on your shoulder.

"You got cloves honey. You need nutmeg" He placed a kiss on your cheek, grabbing the cloves and placing them into the spice cabinet, pulling out nutmeg. "Is there a difference?"

"Of course there is! I don't know it but you use nutmeg in eggnog, honey, not cloves." Frank stood next to you, grabbing the carton of eggs. "Can I separate the eggs?" He asked smiling brightly, jumping up and down a little. You smiled up at him, chuckling at his childish antics "Of course you can baby!"

About 10 minutes later you had unusable egg whites with pieces of egg yoke broken into them plus an almost empty carton of eggs. Of course you could just run to the store for more eggs but you had no interest in heading outside during a storm.

"Okay Fraky baby I think maybe I should crack the eggs but you can whip them okay?" He nodded, looking down and backing away from the counter leaving you 5 eggs.

Ones you finished with the eggs you began finishing up the eggnog without any other mishaps. You placed the eggnog into the fridge to let it get cold. You turned to start making the hot coco before Frank stopped you.

"You go put on some soft pajamas I can finish making this!" You went to rebuttal but he had already pushed you into the room you were sharing to let you change. You let out a sigh and pulled on some comfortable clothes along with the hoodie Frank had gotten you.

You walked into the living room and started tending to the fire. You sat down for a moment before you felt a blanket engulf you along with the feeling of being pulled into someone's lap. You felt Frank nuzzle into your neck, smiling.

"Merry Christmas honey"

"Merry Christmas baby"

Will:

-My oh my does this boy love Christmas

-During campfire this boy will sing ALL the Christmas songs

-ALL. OF. THEM.

-He also helps decorate around the camp

-He also really likes picking out Christmas trees

-Wears what he says are "really nice looking" sweaters...because sure they are

-Will also replaces the lollipops from his candy jar with candy canes

-He will scold you if you eat to much cookie dough

-Will also force you, and a bunch of others, to take vitamins during the winter

- "I don't want you getting sick!"

-"Fine I'll take them!"

-"But remember to take them everyday because if you forget to take one day then you'll forget like three days then you'll never take-"

-Kissing him gets him to shut up don't worry

-When he makes eggnog he makes sure that the eggs are pasteurized, so there's no chance of salmonella

-Also this sneaky son of a god will take you to places that he has hung mistletoe to get kisses

-He would definitely get you a music instrument he helped customize  

~~~Scenario~~~

You watched pearlescent puffs of smoke left your mouth, fading into the dark sky. You shivered as a cold wind hit, taking another sip of your hot coco.

Chiron rarely let it snow in camp, preferring to keep camp on the nicer side so everyone could train, save from the times he lit it rain. But today was a special occasion, Christmas eve.

You watched as Will stood in front of the camp, with his siblings, singing jingle bell rock a dopy grin on his face. Sure he looked a little tired, he had been working more than normal due to cold and flue season along with helping decorate camp, but over all he looked bright and happy.

You let out a cold sigh, pulling the hoodie Will had given you closer to your body. You stood up heading to the table with more hot coco, the song in the background had changed to some other song.

You were poring yourself another cup of coco when you felt a warm pair of arms around your waist, pulling you flush agents someone's chest. A small chuckle came from your lips as you put down the cup of coco, placing your arms over Wills.

"You feel cold." He placed a kiss on the nape of your neck, nuzzling there for a second before resting his chin on your shoulder. "It's cause it's cold dumb dumb" you ruffled his hair, glancing at him for a moment seeing a small pout on his lips. "You sounded good up there." You said turning around, plopping a handful of marshmallows into your drink.

"Thanks but I got a bit tired, plus I wanted to hang out with my adorable s/o, who I haven't seen all day." He placed a quick kiss on your forehead "You took your vitamins today right? I know you forget sometimes so I just wanted-" you cut him off with a kiss "yes yes mother I took my vitamins."

"Good " he smiled, lacing his fingers with yours, kissing you again "That hot chocolate is good I should get a cup" he turned around, his fingers still with between yours. "Your fingers are really cold." He looked over at you while poring a cup for himself.

"C'mon" he started pulling you towards the infirmary "Why?" He looked at you for a second before sighing and letting out a small chuckle, a smile decorating his face "We're getting you some gloves and an extra coat I left in the infirmary. C'mon"

Will walked ahead of you leading you to the infirmary. The breeze hit you like a knifes, hugging yourself to keep warm. "(Y/n) c'mon. It's really getting cold out" you looked up to see the open door to the infirmary, Will's voice calling from somewhere inside.

You stepped in, closing the door "Where are you?" you asked, dusting off the small bit of snow that you hadn't even noticed to have fallen. "In the back, hold on a sec I'm grabbing two jackets for us."

You sat on a waiting chair for a moment before Will's candy jar, filled with candy canes caught your eye. You smiled, standing up from your seat, quickly grabbing a candy cane and popping it in your mouth.

"Alrighty I got- Hey those aren't for you (n/n). You have already stolen half a jar." Will laughed as he watched you eat the candy cane. "What can I say they're delicious." You flashed him a smile, only to be crushed in a giant coat. "Don't want my sunspot getting cold now do I?"

You pulled the jacket around yourself and watched as Will do the same. He grabbed your hand pulling you out of the infirmary only to stop in the door way.

"Will what is it?" He smiled, pointing up towards a bundle of mistletoe. "Time for a kiss. It's tradition" he smiled brightly, placing his hands on your cheeks. You pouted, crossing your arms "You did that on purpose." Will laughed, pecking you all around your face "hmm maybe but are you gonna complain?

Magnus: -Boy hasn't had a real Christmas in so long

-so when you're like "CHIRSTMAS!!!"

-He's like lowkey uncomfortable

-But he does get over it

-He kinda doesn't like Christmas songs that much

-Mostly because Jack sings them 24/7 for like 2 months straight

-If he hears Jingle bells one more time he will loose it

- "JINGLE BELL-"

-"JACK I SWEAR TO THE GODS IF YOU DON'T STOP"

- "JINGLE BELL JINGLE ALL THE WAY"

-"(Y/N) PLEASE NOT YOU TOO"

-He LOVES hot coco, egg nog, cookies, pretty much any food really

-But he sucks at making them

- "I BURNT IT!"

-"YOU DON'T COOK EGGNOG!?!??!?!"

-ngl Christmas with him will be stressful but hella fun

-He SUCKS at ice skating

-Like this boy has no coordination or center of balance

-Falls every like 5 seconds

-Promise him some hot coco after

-Jack laughs at him after falling so many times

-For a present I think he'd make you matching bracelets with stuff he has collected on the hikes you guys have gone on

-He's saved a few things from each one, for the memories so he makes a bracelet out of them for you  

-I'm very series when I say that he straight up cherishes the little things he has saved

~~~Scenario~~~(If you're bad at skating....Shhhh)

You looked over to Magnus to see him struggling with tying the laces of his skates. You let out a chuckle before bending down and swatting his hands away. "How do you suck at tying your laces?" Jack's voice could be heard from above you, Magnus blushed "Shut up! The strings are really long! You don't even know how to tie laces!"

You laugh in amusement, looking over to see a few people watching Magnus in bewilderment. You tapped his shoes indicating you were done and he could stand. You stood up in front of Magnus, waiting for him to join you.

He shakily got up, grabbing onto you for support. "This isn't gonna be some cheesy romance movie scene about ice skating is it?" You laughed only to be cut off my Jack "OoOoOoO If It was I could serenade you to!-"

"NO" you both stumble slightly as Magnus yelled. Rolling your eyes you pulled Magnus towards the ice, stepping on was a bit hard as he refused to let go of you but he eventually let go, replacing you with a wall. "Magnus you have to let g-"

"No way! I'm gonna fall straight on my ass if I let go!" He continued to inch further along the wall as you stood still, watching him. About 3 minute later you got bored and decided it was time to take a lap or two around the ring.

"(Y/N)! Where are you going?" Magnus looked up to see you about 10 feet away from him. You turned around in time to see him fall straight onto his chest. "I was just gonna do a lap or two. I'll be back in a minute enjoy your date with the wall." You winked at him, wiggling you fingers, before skating up ahead more.

During the two laps you did you watch Magnus fall a bunch more times, he did at least try to get off the wall a few times, before fall straight on his ass and hanging to the wall again. You sighed, skating up next to him.

"Give me your hands" He looked up at you shaking his head rapidly like a child "no way I-"

"Oh my GODS Magnus just do it I'm trying to help you!" He pouted at being yelled at for a second then put his hands in yours. You pulled him away from the wall, his legs shook as he tried to stay balanced.

"Bend your legs, yeah like that. Have your feet kinda go diagonal, no the other way" He continued to wobble a little. A few minutes later Magnus was able to stand for a little on his own, he didn't get very far, but he could do it.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! LOOK IM DOING IT!" He waved over at you, even though you were a few feet away, causing him to fall. He groaned, rubbing the side of his jaw. You went up to him, bending down to his level. "Oh no Maggie, my baby! Are you okay?"

He pouted again, moving to sit normally. "Maggie?" He didn't move her look at you "If you continue to sit like that your pants are gonna get wet." Magnus's eyes widened before he scrambled trying to stand up, only to fall hard on to his hands, letting out a soft whimper.  

"Can we please go get hot coco now?" He stood up more cautiously, nursing his hurt wrist as he leaned agents the wall. Your eyes widened in realization that he was actually hurt. You skated to him, lacing your fingers with his. "Of course we can Maggie. We can even go to that cute little bakery we passed by on our way here and get freshly baked cookies! How does that sound?"

Magnus smiled and kissed you on the cheek "that sounds amazing."

"...can we get falafels after?"

Hearth:

-Again he doesn't really know what Christmas is

-Like he knows around winter people start buying stuff more and he sees trees, being sold but he doesn't understand why

-he's never really asked. Of course he's seen stuff advertised for Christmas so he makes the connection that they are connected

-So when you find out he hasn't had a Christmas like...ever you have to break that

- "here wear this!"

-"Why?"

-"Because it's festive c'mon! "

-You end up dressing him up like one of Santa's elfs and he feels really silly

-He's also lowkey offended when he sees what elf's look like in Santa world

-"This isn't accurate at all. Why are they all so happy and nice?"

-Helps decorate Blitzen's shop and the apartment

-Still doesn't understand the tree though

-"But....why a tree?"

-"I don't know babe but it's festive so come on!"

-He sucks at making cookies, its the sad truth

-He isn't good at picking presents lol

-He'd get you something you had been wanting for a while, a book or something

-Also would ask Blitz to help him make you a matching scarf

~~~~scenario~~~~

You walked into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and best friend, the bag on your shoulder holding presents for the two. You kicked your shoes off and took of your jacket as you walked into the living room. A box of Christmas decorations was left waiting to be opened as you looked over to see the boys setting up the tree all three of you picked out.

"Hey!" your voice alerted Blitzen who turned around and saw you in the entrance "welcome back how was your shopping?" you sighed, shrugging your shoulders "It was alright I might have found a thing or two." The smile on your face gave away the bluff but Blitz laughed and rolled his eyes, walking into the kitchen to get a drink.

You walked up behind Hearth, hugging him around his middle, barring your face in his back. He tensed up for a second before turning around and seeing you. He smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Hi sweetheart" he smiled at you, wrapping his arms around your frame and nuzzling your neck. After a few seconds you pulled away from him "Did you guys wait to decorate the tree?" Hearth nodded before pointing at the kitchen. "We also waiting to make cookies."

You turned around in Hearth's arms to see the ingredients of chocolate chip cookies and gingerbread waiting to be prepared. You kissed Hearth on the cheek before tapping his hands to let you go. Reluctantly he agreed letting his hands drop, only for you to grab one and pull him into the kitchen.

~~~time skip because shhhh~~~~

Hind sight you probably shouldn't have left Hearth by himself to make the cookie batter, but It was almost lunch and all three of you were hungry so you and Blitz went out to grab lunch and come back. Maybe on the way you bought Santa hats which delayed you but you didn't think about what could happen!

So Hearthstone stood in front of you, covered in flour, cookie batter in hand, the kitchen somehow relatively clean. Next to you Blitzen looked like he was about to die from laughter as you continued to stair at Hearth, your mouth a gap.

"What happened?" you slowly signed at him, still in slight disbelief. He blushed and put down the bowl , freeing up his hands "You said to follow the instructions, but I didn't know what a teaspoon was and then I spilled the flour on myself." Hearth stared at you for a for more seconds before you took a deep breath and grabbed his hand.

"Hey Blitz can you start up a new batch? I'm gonna get him cleaned up" Blitz nodded, still looking like he was holding in laughter, as you pulled Hearth into your shared room.

"Hearth go take a shower and I'll put your clothes in the wash, I'll also leave out some more clothes to change into alright?"  He nodded, blushing deeply still "I'm sorry about ruining the cookies"  you laughed, waving him off "No it's alright, Blitz is making a new batch now, just get yourself cleaned up."

You walked into the kitchen and started helping Blitzen make the cookies.

Ten minutes later Hearthstone walked back into the living room area, clad in a Christmas jumper and comfy pants you had set out for him. You walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek "You look cute now come here" he followed you to the kitchen bar stools, where you sat down and held a bit of cookie dough in front of him "You can have some it's really good."

After finishing up rolling out the cookies, and eating more dough then you should have, Blitzen popped them into the oven. You turned to Hearth "We can start decorating the apartment in a few minutes if you want" he nodded, pulling you into his lap, hugging you.

"Do you guys always have to be so lovey dovey?"

"Just wait till I hang mistletoe"

Alex: (I feel like I got Alex's characterization wrong for the scenario so I'm sorry about that :/)

-Alex hasn't really had a 'normal' Christmas even before being kicked out on the streets

-His/her parents were terrible to her/him

-So I doubt Alex has a really good Christmas

-But Alex still really likes the season

-Will do makeup with a green and read theme at least ones

-Also I feel like if there was a ugly sweater party on floor 19 Alex will straight up in a sweater dress that ISN'T ugly

- "Alex the theme was ugly sweater!"

- "I look hot as hell I'm not changing!"

-Never leave Alex alone if you guys make cookies together be s/he will eat ALL of the cookie batter

-You can't even get away with the 'You're gonna get sick!' because...

- "We're both dead"

-Also really loves hot coco

-drinks to much ngl

-and burns his/her tongue

- "Oh no I burned my tongue will you kiss it better" (Did I just use that twice? yes leave me alone)

- Will also hang up mistletoe and makes a big show of it if s/he get's stuck with someone other than you

- "I have to kiss T.J??? Why???? Oh Gods??? WHYY???"

- *T.J. legit just trying to go get lunch* "...But why"

-Will be even more extra if you get stuck with someone else under the mistletoe

-if you do you better hope to the GOD'S it isn't Magnus

- *EL GASP* "(Y/N)!! HOW COULD YOU! I'LL KILL MAGNUS ON THE BATTLE FEILD! YOU HEAR THAT CHASE??"

-Drag him/her away before s/he get's into a real fist fight

-S/he will take you on a slay ride

-Just because I think that Alex is secretly a hopeless romantic

-I could see him/her giving you two gifts

-Just because floor 19 opens gifts together and s/he doesn't want the others to know how whipped s/he is for you

-One gift, the gift s/he gives to you in front of the others, is probably something kinda mundane, a sweatshirt or something

-The one s/he gives you in private is actually really romantic

-It's a locket with a picture of the two of you, both your names in graved  

~~~Scenario~~ (he/him pronouns)

The sound of freshly fallen snow crunching under your boots as the sound of bells filled your ears. This place was quite beautiful, the pretty fairy lights strung up, the snow covered trees, the bonfire crackling behind you made you feel quite relaxed. Before you could get lost anymore in thought Alex tapped you on the shoulder.

"Hey where'd you float off to?"  You looked over your shoulder to see Alex, two cup of something steaming in his hands, bundled up in warm clothes.

"no where just thinkin'" Alex hummed handing you one of the cups. "Where did you hear about this place Alex?" Alex only smiled, placing a delicate kiss on your cheek.  "Why don't we keep that a secret." He winked at you, placing his arms around your waist.

"So you still haven't told me what we're doing here." You looked over your shoulder at him, a playful smile on his lips. He grabbed your hand and started walking towards the cabin that you both had walked through to get to this area.

Ones you both got into the cabin Alex guided you out of the front door where a burly looking man with a white beard stood in front of a wooden sled 6 deer at the front.

You looked over at Alex, mouth a gap, you where about to say something when the man cut you off "Ride for Alex to the frozen pond?"

"Yup!" He smiled brightly popping the p. The man nodded his head, heading to the front of the slay while Alex held your hand, helping you into the slay "my dear your chariot awaits" he said in a mockingly fancy tone. "Alex this is a slay." You laughed while climbing into the seat.

"Oh hush I'm trying to be romantic!" He climbed in next to you, cuddling into your side. You sat there for a few seconds before the slay began moving, almost sending you forward, only for Alex to grab you around your waist and pulling you towards him.

"You really are a klutz huh?" He laughed, rubbing his nose agents the side of his face. "Oh shut it" you smacked his hand causing him to laugh. After a few moments the slay went into a trail in the woods decorated with lights and ice sculptures, the freshly fallen snow decorating the trees.

You looked at the scenery in amazement "Alex isn't this so breath taking!" You smiled pointing at the tree that looked like it had ice drops hanging from the leaves. "Yeah it is" his voice sounded airy a light, you didn't even notice he wasn't looking at the forest.

~~~haha look another time skip~~~

The sun was already setting as the slay slowed down stopping at a clearing in front of a frozen over pond, a hot fire crackling with benches that looked freshly cut from wood.

Alex hopped out the side, holding his hand out to help you down. He scurried over to the fire, taking a log bench that was a bit more secluded yet still kept warm by the fire. "Other people will be here later but I wanted to be here first!"

You nodded at him, slipping your hand in is, bringing both your hands into your pocket. You leaned your head on his shoulder and began talking about random things a book you were reading, a new pot Alex was planning on making, killing your floor mates. That is until an interesting topic came up.

"What do you mean this is like your first 'real' Christmas?" You looked at Alex as he shuffled closer to you "Well I never really had a 'real' Christmas back with my family, then I was on the streets and everything and since being in Valhalla we've been kinda busy"

You looked at him shocked "If you told me I would have gotten you something more special!" He waved you off, kissing you on the cheek. "No no it's fine really." He pulled his hand away from yours, moving them to your face.

"I'm just happy to spend my first 'real' Christmas with you."

[marvel-sluts]

Christmas with the avengers

pairing: avengers x teen!reader, Peter Parker x reader.

warnings: maybe some swearing?

summary: your first Christmas with both the avengers and with Peter, what could possibly go wrong?

a/n: merry Christmas everyone! this is absolute shit but I wanted to write something Christmassy, I hope you all like it!

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you hadn't been part of the avengers long when you started dating Peter, causing this to be your first Christmas with the both of them.

you get dressed in the matching Christmas jumpers you and Peter both had, because apparently it was tradition in the avengers tower to wear Christmas jumpers on Christmas day, so you had both agreed to wear the matching jumpers. (see gif)

you pulled on a pair of jeans and tied your hair up in a ponytail, with a small peice tinsel wrapped around your hairband. you did light makeup with f/c (fave colour) of eyeshadow.

you walk out of your room in the avengers tower and bump into Thor and Loki, heading to the kitchen.

"hello lady y/n, you look ravishing. I love your jumper." Thor said smiling at you.

"thanks Thor, you look good too." you say smiling at him.

"I like the tinsel" Loki muttered to you on the way past. you and him had become quite close over the past few months you have spent at the tower, but it still shocked you that he would say something like that with Thor around. normally he was a lot quieter in the shadow of his older brother.

"thanks loki." you say cheerfully, getting into the lift with them.

when the three of you get to the living room and kitchen you go your separate ways. Thor to the kitchen, no doubt to raid the cupboards of poptarts and you and Loki to the living room. you take a seat next to your boyfriend and smile at him.

"you look amazing" Peter says, looking at you lovingly.

"so do you." you say giggling.

"I know" he said, pretending to do a hair flick. but failing miserably and accidentally hitting himself in the face.

you laugh at him, and he looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that you can never resist. "sorry love" you say before kissing his cheek where he hit himself.

both of you head to the kitchen and after collectively deciding on cereal for breakfast, you go back into the living room with bowls full.

just as you both sat down on the sofa at your previous spots, Tony came in with Morgan trailing behind him, also wearing matching Christmas jumpers. "Merry Christmas everyone!" he says, sitting next to Steve and Bucky on the sofa.

Morgan runs over to you and attemps to scramble onto your lap. after realising what she was trying to do you help her get up and she sits on you happily.

Morgan had begun to like you in the short time you had been here, you were good with kids and would often play with her causing you two to become immediate friends. she was your little partner in crime and the pair of you would often adopt Loki to help prank Tony and Steve.

"I know its Christmas but there is a lot to get done, Pepper, Wanda and Bucky are on cooking duty first and then we will rotate, check this peice of paper that was kindly provided by Bruce for the timetable. everything else should have been done already."

"I can't wait to see what I got from Santa!" Morgan squealed excitedly, eyeing the pile of presents under the tree.

"I'm offended" you say dramatically, "are you not exited to see what I got you?" you asked laughing.

"yep, I'm exited for all the presents!" she said before getting off of your lap and running into the kitchen to 'help' with the cooking.

after half an hour of chatting and crimes cookies Nat decided she was bored.

"who wants to play Christmas games?" she shouts holding up a box. you glance at the box before bursting out laughing.

"o-deer! really?" Sam said, laughing at what happened last time you played it.

"do you remember Rhodes last time, he looked like he was going to take off." Scott said laughing.

"erm, excuse me. but who won?" Rhodes said pointing to himself. "this guy, so don't get ahead of yourselves." he said.

"I personally think I'm gonna win this time" you say sticking your tongue out at Rhodes.

"not gonna happen doll" Bucky called from the kitchen.

"just watch me win" you say.

everyone comes in from the kitchen and takes a break from cooking to play.

you all take turns having the antlers and throwing the hoops, when both you and Peter had finished you both collapsed on the sofa. he put his arm around you and you nestled your face in his chest, breathing in his warm sent.

after Nat announced that the winner was Wanda (everyone thinks she used her powers, although she swears that she didn't) you changed around kitchen duty, next up it was you, Peter and Steve.

Vision had mysteriously disappeared from the cooking rota, despite the fact that Wanda had been helping his cooking skills he couldn't seem to get any better.

you got started on the brussel sprouts, how anyone could eat them was beyond you but apparently some people *cough* Sam *cough* liked them.

Peter had gotten started on the stuffing, making the mixture and rolling it into balls. whenever he would walk past u he would kiss you on the forehead, or whatever part of you that was facing him at the time. Steve was watching this behaviour and wasn't sure to find it cute or disgusting.

Steve was getting busy with the mashed potatoes and checking on the turkey every once in a while.

a gasp echoed through the kitchen as you burnt your hand on the oven attempting to check on the turkey per Steve's request.

"what happe-" pete asked trailing off when he say u nursing your hurt hand, "oh baby, are you okay? did you burn it? don't worry it will be okay. I'll get some ice for it" he said, completely freaking out.

you watching him frantically searching for some ice for a minute before saying "don't worry petey, it's fine. it's only a burn. and it doesn't hurt that badly" you say giggling at how concerned he was.

"but what if it gets infected? or if it swells up?" he asked finally managing to find some ice and putting it on your hand.

"honestly, you kids." Steve says rolling his eyes and chuckling. "are you sure you are alright y/n?" he asks, his eyebrows knitting in concern.

"yeah I'm sure" you say, smiling up at him.

"okay" he says checking on the turkey himself.

you checked the clock "our shift ended five minutes ago! those little fuckers didn't tell us!" you say taking off the apron. you go into the living room and find Morgan and Loki laughing on the sofa.

"I'm truly sorry Lady y/n, it was my shift next and I didn't want to do it." Loki said, smirking at you.

"your not sorry" you say.

"no, your right, I'm not" he said, grinning again.

you roll your eyes and resume your earlier position on the sofa, Peter sitting next to you.

"secret santa!" came a shout from the doorway, you looked up to see that it was Tony. he was carrying the secret santa presents in his arms and Clint and Rhodes were behind him also carrying armfuls of presents.

Morgan jumped up from her seat next to Bruce squealing excitedly.

"don't we have to wait for our special guests to get here?" Pepper asked eyeing Tony.

"oops I forgot, yes we do" Tony said putting down the presents bashfully.

"what special guests?" you ask, having not heard about this at all.

"you will see" Tony said, with a shit eating grin.

about ten minutes later a knock was heard at the door.

Vision gets up to answer it and you soon here a shout from the doorway.

"do not fear, Christmas is saved. for the overrated king of wakanda and his amazing and beautiful genuis sister is here!"

"SHURI!" you and Peter both yell in unison.

"it is I" she said flicking her hair (and actually succeeding) before running to hug the two of you.

"not that anyone has noticed but I'm also here" Doctor Strange says from the doorway.

Tony and Bruce look up from talking to T'Challa and go over to shake hands with Strange.

"presents now?" Morgan asks, tugging on Tony's trouser leg.

"yes sweetie, go over and open some of them." Tony says. patting her on her head and sending her on her way.

everyone gathers around the tree and watches Morgan open her presents from santa. when she has finished you give her a wrapped package with some art supplies in. she jumps up and hugs you with a massive grin on her face.

then someone (you guess Scott but your not sure) yells secret santa.

everyone gets the presents they had gotten for their secret santa, you had gotten Thor and after asking for help from Peter you ended up making him something. when it was time for you to give thor his present you presented a wrapped up package. it was a knitted jumper with tiny hammers and lightning bolts on it.

he opened the present with a massive grin on his face and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"thanks you Lady y/n, I couldn't have asked for anything better."

"your welcome Thor" you said, smiling up at him.

when everyone was done with the secret santa, you had received a few scented bath bombs and a silver snake ring from Natasha, some people trickled out to go and help in the kitchen.

you handed Peter a package wrapped in red paper, "here you go Petey" you say.

he takes it and opens it, you had given him a watch with the millennium falcon on the inside of it.

"thanks baby, I love it!" he says hugging you tightly and kissing you square on the lips. "you will get yours tonight" he says with a grin.

not even five minutes had passed when a yell was heard from the kitchen.

"you idiot, you were meant to take out the turkey while we were opening the presents!" Sam yelled.

"well its not my fault that the timer didn't go off!" Clint yelled back.

"FRIDAY, did you set the timer like I asked you to?" Sam asked.

"you never asked me to set a timer sir" FRIDAY replied.

"shit" Sam muttered kicking the table in frustration.

after a few minutes of chaos Steve managed to find a ham in the back of the fridge, everyone decided that the ham was the best thing to have so you cooked it up and it didn't get burnt.

everyone gathered around the table, the food was delicious, and you almost couldn't tell that there wasn't a turkey.

"hey Bucky, could you pass me the potatoes please?" you asked. piling your plate high with good food.

once everyone was done eating you all sat in the living room and put on a Christmas movie.

you and Peter wanted to watch the muppets Christmas Carol but you both were outvoted and you ended up watching the Nightmare before Christmas.

Tony got the movie set up and you curled into Peter. an hour later when the movie was finished you were still in the same position, you were very happy next to Peter with him stroking your hair lovingly. you buried your head further into his chest until you had to upstairs to bed.

Peter offered to carry you and you glad fully accepted, completely worn out from the chaos filled day.

when you had both gotten up to your bedroom he presented a wrapped up gift from his pocket.

"I'm not done with you yet y/n" he says with a grin on his face.

you open the package and inside find a box. upon opening it you find a beautiful silver heart locket. you open up the locket to find that Peter had already put a picture inside, it was a picture of you and him on Valentines day, on the date that he had set up for the two of you.

"omg, Pete I absolutely love it!" you say with a massive grin on your face, "can you put it on me?" you ask.

"turn around" he says, taking the necklace from you and clasping it up. "all done"

he spins you around and you land in his arms, he kisses you passionately and you kiss back just as fiercely. the kiss was filled with passion and promises.

that night you fall asleep in his arms, with a massive grin on your face.

you couldn't have wished for a better Christmas, even if it did include burnt turkey.