#not noticing the ugly christmas sweaters they are BOTH wearing

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Kinkmas (3)- Ugly Sweater

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Whilst coming out of the bathroom, Natasha immediately notices your new Christmas Sweater and can't hold back on her playful teasing and mentions how ugly it is. In fact, she thinks it's so ugly, you should just take it off.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Teasing, Ugly Sweaters, Thigh Riding, Smut, Dom Natasha/Sub Reader, Praise, Orgasm Denial/Delay, Dirty Talk, Begging, Oral Sex, Fingering, Aftercare, Cuddles

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Opening the bathroom door, a snicker left her lips as Natasha caught sight of the Christmas jumper you were wearing, her hand moving to cover her mouth as you shot your girlfriend a pointed look while rummaging for your phone charger, watching her form on the bed as her lips tugged up into an amused smile.

"Detka," she says, dragging her words out as you approached her on the bed after successfully finding your charger, her arms naturally opening as you melt against her body, her lips pressing against your temple, arms then snaking around you. "I didn't know we were doing ugly sweaters this year," she mumbles against your hair in a teasing tone, your head tilting to gaze into her humoured green, that mischievous smirk playing on her lips as you adjusted yourself on the bed, moving to straddle her lap.

"It's not ugly," you say in mild offence, looking back down at the jumper you had bought for Christmas this year, amazed at how soft and comfortable it was compared to ones you've had in the past. "It's unique," your tone full of confidence as your girlfriend fails to hide the small laugh that escapes her, her eyes taking the ridiculous piece of clothing properly.

The jumper had questionable looking reindeers adorning it, the white stripes indicating different sections as a pattern of Santa hats were under it, followed by a set of christmas trees and then a row of presents, her brow raising in questioning as you followed her line of sight to the section of snowmen, the blue coloured section not matching with the rest of the red and green theme, looking very odd.

"I'm not sure unique is the word I'd use to describe it, Detka," she murmurs, hands cupping your cheek and guiding your face down for an innocent kiss, the action sparking an idea in the redhead's mind, her smile slowly morphing into that iconic mischievous smirk again.

"Is it really that bad?" you ask, a hint of genuine disappointment in your voice as you part of you actually quite liked the sweater, Natasha's fingers resting under your chin and lifting your head up to meet her gaze, your brows furrowing slightly at the look in her eyes, knowing she was planning something.

"Oh Detka," she coos, her free hand gliding down your waist to the back of your thighs before back up, sliding under the fabric to feel your bare skin, her cold hands a contrast to your warm skin making your body tense momentarily. "It is, in fact, I think it's that bad you should just... take it off," her hand emphasises her words by pulling up on your sweater, her eyes searching yours and waiting for permission to do so, eyes sparkling with desire and mischief as you can't help but chuckle at her words, the doubts about the jumper swiftly leaving your mind due to her lips being mere inches away from yours.

"Yeah?" you whisper back, lips tugging up into an amused smile as her smile only widens when you move your hands to replace hers at your jumper, playing with the hem of it and slowly, teasingly pulling it off. "I think I should too," you murmur just before removing the jumper, Natasha's hands eagerly travelling across the exposed skin you just revealed, fingers dancing across your lower abdomen before reaching your lower back and up, swiftly unclasping your bra and pulling it off while your lips meet hers passionately, both of you smiling into it to start with.

A soft moan escapes you when the kiss becomes more intense, Natasha's tongue effortlessly sliding into your mouth and dominating the kiss, arousal pooling between your thighs while your mind fogs with lust, the feeling of her hands burning into your skin as you think you're going to go mad with desire. Her nails faintly scratch your skin, earning a groan in response as you arch your back slightly, pushing your body further into hers prompting her to wrap her arms around you, guiding you into another position.

She positions you on one of her thighs, smirking into the kiss when she hears the affected sigh leave you as she pulls you along it, making you ride her thigh until you start to do it on your own.

"That's it Detka," she praises, making you moan once again, the noise being swallowed by her relentless mouth, lips constantly claiming yours in a hungry and desperate kiss, hands returning to roam your body and tease you. You're finding it hard to think with her actions, fingers grazing the underside of your breasts, thumbs teasingly ghosting over your sensitive nipples while her mouth is hot, soft and dominant at the same time, the two of you only parting for breath, panting heavily against each others mouths as you still can't resist trying to kiss her again, craving her addictive lips.

"Nat," you groan when she finally cups your breasts, squeezing firmly but not too hard, just the way you love it, her fingers grazing over your nipples and pulling on them softly, dragging more sinful noises out of you. "I need you," you sigh out, lolling your head back as she starts to kiss down your jaw and along your neck, nibbling softly and smirking against yours skin at the feeling of your hips grinding against her harder, needing to ease the incessant throb between your legs, the intolerable heat that only she could help you with, "Please."

"You're so impatient Detka," she teases, sucking on part of your skin to leave a mark, her hands moving away from your chest to your ass, guiding you against her thigh once again, a groan leaving you at her slower pace. "You'll get what you want soon," she murmurs, tilting her head back up to meet your lips, claiming them briefly and messily before lowering her head to kiss along your collar bones, sucking another mark as she knew you loved it.

You groaned in a little frustration at her words, wanting to feel the pleasure of your release now but being denied by her, Natasha merely chuckling against your skin at your impatience.

"Nat," you whined, her kisses descending even further down your body, lips at the top of your chest, eyes peering up into your desperate and pleading eyes.

"Soon," she promises, yours fingers threading through her hair when she swirls her tongue around one of your nipples, mouth then sucking on your chest earning a string of moans from you, your clit brushing perfectly against her thigh as she tenses it for you, the surface harder for you to grind along.

"Fuck," you sigh out when she switches to the other breast, lavishing it an equal amount of attention, her hands moving your hips harder and faster against her, your orgasm building swiftly at her actions.

"Don't even think about coming yet Detka," she rasps out, pulling away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting the two before her thumb brushes it away while her eyes are trained on yours, a small, affected sigh leaving your lips at the sight.

"Please, Nat, I'm so close," you plead, knowing how turned on she gets by your begging, your fingers gently tugging on her hair that you've ruffled slightly to make her return to your face, wanting to feel her lips pressed against yours.

"Not yet Detka," she murmurs back before kissing you firmly, hands moving to your lower back to keep you secure before flipping the two of you over, a groan of annoyance leaving you as she denies you, her lips silencing you. "I want to feel you coming all over my tongue," she purrs at the shell of your ear, biting softly on your earlobe as you whimper at her words, hands reaching out to her waist, sliding under her simple black jumper, desperate to feel her bare skin.

"Shit, Nat I want you, I need you. Please," you moan out into her mouth as she kisses you with a newfound hunger, her fingers replacing yours at her jumper, pulling the item off swiftly before unclasping her own bra and tossing it somewhere in the room, not bothered where at the moment.

"You'll only ever need me, isn't that right Detka?" she murmurs with a smug smirk against your skin as your nails scratch down her back softly, the redhead aware of the effect she had on you as her fingers slide your joggers down, lips descending down your body once again.

"Yes," your tone a whisper as your back arches against her, the feeling of her lips kissing down your body making your body delirious with arousal and desire, the redhead groaning at your voice, loving the way you say you're hers. "You're all I need- Fuck, please do that again," your words are interrupted when she drags one of her fingers against your soaking core through your panties, the fabric drenched with your arousal, body begging for her touch.

"So desperate," she mumbles, tone laced with dominance as she looks up from her place between your legs, hands gliding across the back of your thighs, teasing you. "So wet," she adds, doing as you asked and sliding her finger across your clothed core, a sinful groan escaping you, head lolling back against the mattress. "If you want it that bad Detka, beg for it."

"Please," you whimper, pleading her with your eyes, her fingers sliding under the waistband of your panties and caressing the skin there in an affectionate manner, waiting for you to continue, "Nat, I've been good, please touch me, please make me come." Her breath fans over your sensitive core as her teeth gently bite down on the fabric of your panties, dragging the item down your legs and admiring your aroused and desperate form watching her, mouth parting in a small, affected sigh. "Please Nat, I need your fingers, your mouth, Fuck, anything at this point," your words are cut off by a pathetic whimper, the redhead finally lowering her mouth to your dripping core, her eyes trained on you as she wants to watch you come undone.

"Fuck Detka," she groans, eyes darkening with desire as her tongue swipes through your folds, tasting your arousal and making your hips buck up against her mouth, her hands holding your body down. "You taste so good," her accent delicately wraps around her words in a way that makes your head spin, the added raspiness going straight to your lower abdomen, her mouth exploring your sensitive sex as sinful sounds spill from your lips.

"Shit, I love it when you do that," you moan out, her lips wrapping around your clit and sucking gently, your hands reaching down to tangle in her hair softly, fingers surrounded by the red silky locks. "Nat," your voice a low sigh, the noise soft and sensual as her face nuzzled closer to where you needed her, her lower face coated in your arousal as you were just so addicting, tongue swirling over your clit before sliding lower, teasing your entrance.

"Such a pretty mess for me," she murmurs against you, her mouth returning to your clit and sucking a little harsher than before, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure flooded through you, one of her hands sliding around your thigh to pull you closer. "All mine to ruin," she rasps out, a guttural noise leaving you at her words and the feeling of one of her fingers effortlessly sliding into you, walls desperately clenching around her digit.

"Nat," you pant out, head lolling back against the soft mattress, fingers tightening their grip on her hair, hips trying their best to roll against her mouth in search of friction.

Your desperate tone and actions encourage her to push you over the edge, her digit curling inside you at your sweet spot, pleasure building in your core as you clench around her, the redhead's mouth then kissing your clit again to drive you mad, tongue swiping over to make your hips cant up.

"Fuck, don't stop," you groan out, fingers holding her head still as she slides in another finger, moaning into your core, the vibrations pleasing you as your mind clouds with arousal, vision almost blurring with euphoria. "Please can I come?" you ask, voice laced with submission as your eyes gaze down at the sinful sight of her between your thighs, her darkened green entranced by your state.

"Come for me," she husks out, taking your clit back into her mouth and sucking while her fingers continue to curl inside you, letting you fall over the edge with a guttural moan, back arching further off the bed as your legs trembled, hips rocking against her face at the pleasure that filled you. A pleasant buzz consumed your body as you rode out the aftershocks of your powerful release, your body practically going limp on the bed at the exhaustion of coming so hard.

Natasha listened to every soft pant that left you, every hitch of breath as she didn't stop her actions, moving her tongue to replace her fingers inside you, lapping up your come and arousal that she could taste.

She only stopped when your hand softly tugged on her hair, silently asking her to stop, which she did immediately, gradually sliding her body away from between your legs. She straddled your waist, her eyes trained on yours as they fluttered open, meeting the softening green and watching in awe as she slid her fingers into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she groans at the taste of you on her fingers, your lips parting for a small, affected gasp.

"Come here," you mumbled tiredly, hands reaching out for the curve of her hips as you pull her body down against yours, claiming her lips softly as she lets you kiss her how you want. Her body relaxes against yours, her fingers brushing back a few strands of your hair while your hands cup her cheek, keeping her close as you inevitably smile against her mouth, the redhead eagerly reciprocating the action.

Her lips peck yours once more before pressing a loving kiss to your temple, her body rolling onto her side as she pulls you closer to her, wanting to take care of you.

"We need to clean up Detka," she whispers, knowing how tired you were but more focused on staying hygienic and safe. You grumble in response, face pressed against her chest, arms defiantly wrapped around her middle as you just wanted to savour the calm moment, her fingers scratching your scalp soothingly. "Come on, it will be quick," she murmurs, managing to get you out of the bed and into the bathroom to clean up, her hands gentle as she helped take care of you, smiling softly at the way you craved to feel any part of her body.

Eventually, after many loving caresses, the two of you leave the bathroom clean and completely naked, a request on your behalf, before sliding under the covers, bodies naturally drifting towards each other.

Your face nestled at the crook of her neck, the warm and soft skin lulling you into a peaceful state as you melted in her embrace, exhaustion slowly creeping up on you.

"Nat," you mumble, tiredness evident in your voice as you move your hand to glide up and down her toned back, smiling a little at her neck when you feel her relax even more into the impossibly soft mattress.

She hums softly in response, a hint of curiosity audible in the noise as she lets her lips press delicately against your hair, waiting for you to continue.

"Was the jumper actually that ugly?" your voice a mere whisper, eyes closed as you savour the comfort and security of her neck, her body shaking a little under you as she laughs angelically at your words.

"Oh Detka," she coos, smiling against your locks as she can't help the warmth bubbling in her chest. "It was, I'm sorry," she honestly tells you, a grumble leaving you as you snuggle further into your body.

"I'll get a new one," you mumble, an idea popping into your tired mind, "I'll get a Black Widow themed one and there's nothing you can do to stop me." At your words, Natasha can't help but chuckle lovingly again, her head shaking at your antics.

"Ok Detka, you do that," she murmurs tenderly, letting you think you've gotten your way as she could feel your little smile against her neck, the redhead not having the heart to deny you.

"Goodnight Moya Lyubov," she whispers after a moment, the sounds of your gentle snores taking over the room as Natasha slowly drifts off to sleep, content with having you wrapped up in her arms.

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>Simon's first Christmas with bimbo!reader and her parents.

“And after we go to my parent's house, we can go to yours and then come back here?” Simon's face drops for a second before he tries his best to put on a small, fake smile. You can feel how tense his body is, a complete contrast to how relaxed he was before you spoke.

“Let's just go to yours and then come back here, love.” You look up at him with furrowed eyebrows, a small frown on your lips as you hear how tense he sounds, even when he's trying to hide it. You move a little bit in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck and resting your chin on his chest.

“You don't talk to your family?” You ask softly, trying to be as careful as possible. Simon simply looks away, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tries to think of what to say. His eyes eventually go back to you, his jaw muscles tensed up before he tries to relax.

“Somethin' like that.” How does he go about telling you his entire family got executed and he found them dead? Should he tell you he burned their bodies and has no physical memories of them after giving them a funeral pyre? Does he tell you he was on the news after being framed for the murders? He takes a deep breath, his lungs greedily taking in the air before he speaks again.

“You still making me wear that ugly Christmas sweater you got me?” His smile turns more honest when you smack his arm, the small giggle coming out of you cutting the tension.

“They're not ugly— well... yeah, maybe a little bit, but what's the point of Christmas if you can't wear ugly sweaters with your loved ones?” You grin up at him, knowing better than to press the previous topic. He'll tell you more when he's ready, you're sure of it.

“I look like the town's idiot with it on, love.” You stifle a giggle, hiding your face on the crook of his neck as your shoulder shake in silent laughter. He does look... interesting with the colorful Christmas sweater on, a complete contrast to his stoic face and bulging muscles.

“You look cute with it!” You protest, peppering his face in kisses, not caring about the many kiss marks you're leaving all over his pretty face. He scrunches up his face in fake annoyance despite the smile on his lips, his hand running up and down your back, soothing both you and him.

He doesn't know if he'll ever be able to tell you the truth about his family or his past, but at the very least, you're never pushy about it. He knows you've seen the many scars on his body, yet you still look at him with nothing but pure devotion in your eyes.

Spending Christmas with a family for the first time in many years definitely touches something in Simon's soul. Your parents were so incredibly welcoming to him, your father calling him ''son'' and treating him like he was always part of your family, already having plenty of gifts ready for him based on what you've told him about his interests. Your mother reminds him of his own— incredibly patient and nurturing, making sure to feed him well and secretly checking up on him when she notices he's getting choked up.

Simon doesn't cry, but on the drive back home, his eyes are stinging, a small, proud smile on his lips as you tell him how your family invited you both to a bigger gathering for New Year.

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help, my boyfriend has no sex drive! (5)

Pairing: Kenma x reader (f)

Contents: smut; established relationship; feminization, "femboy", heavy praise kink (Kenma); rough sex; creampie; Christmas themes

Words: 3.4k

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“But as long as you’d love me so—

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snoooow”

Kenma tries not to visibly cringe at the cheery music as he emerges from his office, finally finished with his obligatory three-hour “Christmas special” stream.

As you had been for the past month, you’re softly singing along to some Christmas carol playing from your shitty laptop speaker. You had busied yourself with reorganizing the presents under the full-sized tree—something you had insisted on buying for the apartment.

Kenma had little more interest in most holidays than the “free day from school” perks. But as he watches you scurry around your shared living room wearing candy cane-themed stockings, an oversized ugly Christmas sweater, and a hundred-yen-store Santa hat, Kenma is thankful you had expressed your desire to celebrate with him. He will gladly participate in anything that makes you this innocently cheerful. 

Your background music is abruptly cut short and you frown when you realize your laptop has just died again. But the disappointment is cut short when you notice Kenma, standing awkwardly by the couch in the dark Christmas sweater you had insisted he wear for his stream. 

“KenKen—your stream is over?”

Kenma smiles softly at how eager you look, eyes practically sparkling. 

“Yeah, I’m free now. You wanted to open presents, right?” 

You nod quickly, guiding him to the couch and leaving only to retrieve a cup of hot cocoa—extra whipped cream—and a slice of homemade apple pie, placing them both in front of him on the coffee table. He thanks you quietly, predictably digging into the apple pie first. 

“So I think we should start with your family’s gifts first,” you begin, already passing him a small stack of presents, all wrapped in identical green and red paper. 

After nearly half an hour you two had finally worked your way through nearly all of the presents. Most were the typical things–an abhorrent amount of socks and pajamas from your families, Kenma’s mother gifting both of you very cringey matching couple sets with any video game character she saw. You had to try very hard not to laugh at Kenma’s face when you opened a matching Kirby and Jigglypuff sweater set with a handwritten heart note.

“Aww, don’t pout KenKen, your mom was just being thoughtful.” “They’re not even in the same series.” 

A few gifts had been surprising–namely Kuroo’s cat ear headphones—to which Kenma promptly sent a text telling Kuroo to never buy him Christmas gift ever again— and even a signed pro jersey from Hinata. Even if he didn’t voice it, you noticed how touched Kenma seemed by the gesture and you made a mental note to buy something to display it in the apartment. A few gifts were even from Kenma’s fans, sending various game merchandise, snacks from their country, and even fan art of the two of you. 

Finally, the last remaining gifts were the ones you made for each other. You didn’t want to pressure Kenma to buy you anything fancy–and you also couldn’t afford to reciprocate with anything fancy, so you set a strict budget. 

Kenma was unexpectedly good at keeping secrets so you weren’t sure what he had gotten you–probably a game he wanted you to play together but the box was unexpectedly big—

Regardless, you knew what you got him , and it was something you had been thinking about for months. Needless to say, you were eager for him to open it. 

“Who should go firs—”

“I’ll go!”

Kenma raises a brow but complies as you all but shove your gift into his hands. The outside is unassuming—a flat package wrapped in red paper with a holographic silver stick-on bow in the center. Somehow, he feels vaguely uneasy. 

Cautiously, Kenma begins unwrapping the gift. You practically vibrate with excitement in your seat, eagerly watching as his thin fingers peel away the final layers of colorful paper. 

Finally, your present reveals itself, soft nylon fabric in a bright red shade. Kenma seems confused, unsure of what exactly he is looking at until he shifts and the fabric unravels into two long strips. 

“Ta-daa,” you cheer, “your very own pair of thigh-high stockings!”

Kenma looks horrified. 

“This is a joke,” Kenma states, sounding like he’s trying to convince himself just as much as you. 

“What do you mean? Don’t you like them? Look, they’re even Christmas-themed!”

You guide his hands over to the top of the socks where a large red ribbon sits. Two short red strings dangle the ribbon with a small, fuzzy white ball at the end each. You make him squeeze the soft ball for good measure. His expression doesn’t change. 

“Why would you buy me these? You wasted actual, real-life money for this,” Kenma bemoans. 

“Didn’t your fans suggest something like this before? I think they called them programmer socks—”

“ Oh my god please stop talking.”

Kenma lets out a long, suffering groan as you eye him with an absolute shit-eating grin.

It’s fine, he thinks. You wanted to be a little shit like Kuroo but it was just a prank. He could probably Venmo back the money you wasted on this and never have to think of this situation ever again. He’ll toss them in the back of the closet next to those cat ear headphones Kuroo bought him. 

He is proven wrong when you nudge his shin with your own stocking-clad toes and give him an expectant look. 

“Well?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to try them on?”

Kenma’s brain very obviously fries and you have to resist the urge to laugh at his expression. 

“C’mon, I spent actual, real-life money on these," you tease, throwing his words back at him, "I wanna see you wear them at least once!”

“You have to be joking,” he all but whines. 

Your excited expression tells him you are very much not joking. Kenma considers refusing more firmly. He knows you genuinely care about him and would never push him to do something he was uncomfortable with—or at least so long as it wouldn’t actually kill him.  

But your eyes are wide and practically sparkling as you look at him expectantly with that cute little grin–the crippling humiliation that will likely haunt him every night for the rest of his life is nothing compared to your happiness. Kenma sighs deeply and you know you’ve won. 

He ignores your excited squeals as he stands up and shuffles towards the bathroom in something akin to a walk of shame. 

As Kenma stares at his own lithe form in the mirror he’s positive that he has never felt so mortified in his whole life. Not when he accidentally set a ball into Lev’s face during a match in high school. Not when he missed his ult in a team fight and cost his team the ranked match in League. Not even when he came so hard he nearly passed out while getting his dick sucked during a live stream. 

Kenma can barely even recognize himself in the mirror, eyes flitting from his familiar golden gaze down to his oversized black and white Nightmare Before Christmas sweater and, finally, to his thin legs wrapped in an inappropriately bright red pair of thigh-high socks.

Somehow, the stockings feel even more exposing than if he were just naked. He feels like some cheap, poorly drawn femboy character in a hentai. One of his first thoughts was they don’t look nearly as appealing on him as they do on you. His legs are too lanky–straight and lean from years of volleyball but missing the curve of healthy fat yours have. His face heats up as he visualizes your thighs currently clad in your own pair of red and white striped stockings. 

“KenKen are you ready yet? You’re taking foreeeeever!”

His heart rate picks up and he tries to remind himself it's just you, the person who makes him feel safest. He’s going to go out there, you’re going to see how cringe he looks, then you'll both laugh and never talk about this again. 

He takes a deep breath and opens the door, immediately meeting your gaze as you sit on the couch where he left you. Breath bated, he watches as your eyes dart down his body, darting around his lower half with your mouth agape. He tries his best not to squirm under your stare. 

“Fuck, Ken,” you chuckle breathily, ��you look amazing.”

Kenma’s breath hitches, certainly not expecting that type of response. As you continue to take him in he realizes your gaze looks almost hungry, like you’re ready to devour him–shit, are you seriously into this?

He finds his answer in the way you motion him over, helpless in how his body obeys before he can even process the silent request. You reach out hesitantly, fingertips so close to his thighs he can feel your body heat even through the thin fabric. You glance up at him, asking permission, and he’s nodding immediately, desperate for your touch.

Your fingers land near his left knee, trailing up slowly and making his whole body tremble lightly. When your fingertips catch on the hem of the stockings he nearly gasps and then you're brushing his soft skin directly, only stopping when you reach the edge of the sweater that’s just barely covering his rapidly hardening cock. 

“You’re so pretty,” you praise, "my pretty boy."

Kenma makes a choked sound, surprised and mildly offended but also awfully turned on to hear any form of praise from your lips. No, he wants to argue, you’re the pretty one –but you look up at him, so pleased, that he can’t remember how to speak. 

“And now we match,” you sing, tone innocent as you raise your leg between his own. His eyes follow, nearly hypnotized by the contrast between your red-and-white stockings against his red ones before your clothed shin brushes against his crotch in a way that is anything but innocent. He has to grab the back of the couch near your head to keep his knees from buckling as he groans.

You seem to take some form of pity on him because you let up on his crotch with a giggle, making room for him to sit down beside you and catch his breath. Even when you let him rest your attention never strays from the item of clothing, hand idly stroking his thigh while you continue to drink in the sight of his pale skin contrasting with the scarlet cloth. 

“Do you really like it that much,” he asks, almost hesitant. 

He’s surprised at how sheepish you become, moving your hand away as your face slightly flushes. 

“Um–yeah. I know it’s kinda weird, sorry, you just look really pretty sometimes.”

Kenma frowns slightly and takes your hand back, returning it to his thigh with his own on top of yours. The action was meant to reassure you but it felt too bold and he avoids eye contact as he speaks.

“You don’t have to apologize, I don’t hate it…”

He sees the way you perk up, practically beaming, from the corner of his eye and is quick to clarify less you try to buy him a pair of panties or something next year. 

“It’s not my thing—I prefer seeing you in cute clothes…but I can try things like this if it makes you this happy.”

“Aww, KenKen, that’s so sweet!”

Kenma huffs, breath nearly knocked out of him when you launch yourself into his chest, planting noisy kisses all over his face. He tries his best to scowl but he’s pretty sure he’s failing by the way you giggle at his expression. Your Santa hat gets knocked off in the commotion but neither of you care. Kenma even takes the opportunity to bury his fingers in your messy hair as your kisses finally focus on his lips. 

Eventually, the kisses deepen, morphing from quick pecks to slow and open-mouthed. Your tongue invades his mouth, gravity giving you a clear advantage as you take charge of this kiss. But not one to easily accept defeat, Kenma takes the opportunity to grab a handful of your ass in a way that has you gasping in surprise. You start to grind on him, both of you letting out soft sounds between kisses. 

It’s you who pulls away first, making Kenma softly whine in protest, gaze hazy as he blinks up at you in question. 

“Wanna ride you,” you explain simply. 

Kenma hisses out his approval and obediently waits as you pull down your lounge shorts. You yank them down your legs and fling them across the living room with a little too much force, accidentally hitting the Christmas tree. You laugh at the sight of your fuzzy white shorts hanging on the tree like some soft of kinky Christmas ornament but Kenma is quick to redirect your attention by pulling you back down for another kiss. 

He grips your ass again, this time bare, and moves his fingers to prepare you for his dick but—

He abruptly stops and pulls away from the kiss in shock. 

“You’re already this wet?” His expression looks genuinely surprised and you can’t help but giggle. 

“I told you, you look really pretty.”

Kenma groans, not sure if he’s annoyed or turned on but his cock throbs all the same. You pull up the bottom half of his sweater to reach his black boxers. He’s so hard that it's almost difficult to get them off but he helps you pull them down just enough to free his leaking cock. It takes a moment to properly position yourself from this new angle, hindered by your bulky sweater and the headrest of the couch digging into your side but you manage to guide his leaky head to your drenched hole and ease down.

You both groan as he breaches your cunt, your wetness making the slide smooth even as you reach his thick base.

“F-fuck, Ken, you always feel so good,” you moan.

The praise feels like a punch to the gut and he’s thankful he’s already lying down so he can’t embarrass himself further by losing his balance. He’s coming to realize even if feminization isn’t his thing, praise might be. He thinks he'd do just about anything if it pleased you—if it made you look down at him with those shiny eyes and call him your good boy—fuck. Kenma has to force himself back to reality before he makes himself cum too quickly just by his own fantasies. 

You readjust your weight, leaning back and using his bent knees as leverage. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his stockings as you begin to move, raising to his tip before dropping your whole weight down. It feels good—mind-numbingly so—but he finds it looks even better. The angle you put yourself into gives him an unobstructed view of your face–eyes pinched closed and reddened lips open in pleasure, your breasts–soft and bouncing with every movement–and, best of all, your tight hole sucking him in with every uptake. 

He can’t tear his eyes away from where the two of you are connected. A creamy white ring is quickly forming at the base of his cock from how soaked you are, thin strings sticking to your pussy like webs. Framing it all are your thick thighs, muscles straining with your movements and squeezed by those god damned red-and-white striped thigh highs.

Fuck, he wishes he could record this.

He has apparently said that aloud on accident because now you’re grinning down at him conspiratorially. 

“Y-yeah?” you stutter out, “you wanna make a movie with me?”

Kenma doesn’t verbally answer but he doesn’t need to. Instead, he’s gripping your hips and guiding your pace, making you bounce on his cock faster while his own hips start to meet your thrusts. 

It has only been a few minutes but it's becoming clear your stamina is far from athletic. Your thighs burn and your pace stumbles but Kenma is quick to take advantage of the situation, using a strength you didn’t know he was capable of to roll you over and push you face down. 

“Kenma, wh—oh!”

Any dissent you had intended to make is abruptly cut off when your boyfriend, one knee digging into the couch for leverage, feeds his length back into your greedy hole and sets a pace that has you nearly screaming. His hips snap into you, hard, and you scramble to find something to hold on to. One hand finds the armrest of the couch near your head, nails nearly tearing into the fabric, while the other ends up behind you, digging into his thigh as he rams his hips into you. You’re drooling as you manage to stutter out a barely coherent statement through your moans.

“K-Ken, so h-hard, fuck—”

“Yeah,” He replies, sounding breathless but not nearly as wrecked as you. You curse his retired high school athlete stamina. 

“Am I still your pretty boy?”

The question momentarily shocks you. You aren’t sure what response he’s looking for but you answer honestly, too fucked out to ponder on it. 

“Y-yesyesyes, the prettiest! ”

“You like getting fucked by your pretty boy?”

“Yeeeess, I l-love it—oh god—”

One hand reaches up to grip your hair, tugging your hair in a way you aren’t sure is punishment or a reward. You cry out all the same, cunt squeezing him for dear life as he hits something deep deep deep inside of you. You’re fairly certain you’ve never been fucked this hard in your life. The sweet, no-sex-drive-having boyfriend trope becomes little more than a pipe dream as his hips smack into your ass without reprieve. 

“‘m g-gonna cum,” you warn.

Kenma’s grip on your hip tightens and he adjusts his angle to hit the spot he knows makes your toes curl and your pitch turns airy. The nail in the coffin comes when he releases your hair, but only to start rubbing your clit, remembering your favorite rhythm from the time he watched you masturbate. 

Expectedly, you cum, toes curling and squeals reaching a pitch you think might cause your boyfriend hearing damage. Your whole body seizes with your orgasm, cunt spasming and thighs squeezing shit as you please for him to stop, go harder–you aren’t sure. 

Kenma forces you to ride through it, fucking you even as your hips stutter violently and never letting up on your pulsating nub. It's only when you're nearing tears from the overstimulation that Kenma stops, moaning sweetly as his own orgasm overtakes him. He collapses against you in exhaustion as warmth fills you from deep inside, making a mess on your thighs as it gushes out between you. 

“Mm, y’r heavyyy,” you complain sleepily. 

Kenma grunts something in response but doesn’t bother moving. In fact, he seems to make himself more comfortable by moving his hands to find your own. He slips his long fingers in the spaces between your own, locking your hands together. Your heart swells at the action, constantly reminded how much this boy loves you even when he doesn't vocalize it very often.  

You allow him a few more moments of peace, listening to his harsh pants die down into something more calm before you speak again. 

“By the way, what was my present?”

Kenma stiffens against you, having completely forgotten about Christmas altogether. Quickly, he pulls away from you and the loss of warmth almost makes you regret saying anything. On shaky legs, Kenma shuffles over to the forgotten box, wrapped in royal blue paper and topped with a pretty gold ribbon. He comes back to the couch, gingerly helping you sit up before placing the box on your lap. 

You’re immediately surprised by the hefty weight of the box and grow curious as you tear at the paper. Within seconds, the logo and picture on the box become clear, making you gasp in shock. 

“Kenmaaaa,” you whine, trying not to tear up as you pout at him. 

To his credit, Kenma looks honestly guilty as he avoids your eyes. 

“We set a twenty-thousand-yen spending limit, ” you remind him.

“I know but—this is basically a necessity. Your old one was going to die any day now,” Kenma reasons, helping you pull out the shiny new laptop –in rose gold no less. 

“And it's a gaming laptop–that means you can play with me more so it’s basically a gift for me more than you,” he continues. 

You know he’s absolutely pulling excuses out of his ass but you can’t help the rush of affection at how much Kenma wants to spoil you. He always buys you the things you want, even when you insist on not wanting to take advantage of him as a wealthy streamer and businessman. He usually comes up with some excuse, I was going to buy one anyway so we can share or I have too much money this month, taxes will be a hassle if I don’t spend it. 

But he is right–your old laptop was on its last leg and every time you opened a Word document for school you had to pray it wouldn’t crash before you could save your draft.

You softly smile as you trace the box with a finger, elated that he even remembered which color you wanted. He grins at how pleased you clearly are, even if you won’t say it. 

“Besides,” his grin suddenly turns sly as he places a hand on the swell of your hip, “I heard the webcam is really great for recording movies.”

[writers-potion]

Hiiii

I don't know how to make the two love interest meet. I don't know if you understand without it actually being awkward or flat

Meet-Cute Ideas

Before I dive into meet-cute examples, let's look at some general tips for meet-cutes:

Four Different Kinds of Meet-Cutes

Pull/Pull Meet-Cutes where the two characters are instantly drawn toward one another. 

Push/Push Meet-Cutes where they are opposites that push away from each other at first. 

Push/Pull Meet-Cutes where one character falls for someone with no reciprocal interest (at first).  

Neutral/Nervous Meet-Cutes where neutrality and nervousness create a cute scenario for characters destined to fall in love. 

How to Avoid Cliche Meet-Cutes!

Subvert audience expectations by making them believe a cliche meet-cute is coming, and then adding a creative twist to make yours stand apart. 

Place meet-cutes in unique locations. 

Put characters in different scenarios and situations. 

Meet Cute Ideas

A is in the waiting room of a hospital while their grandmother goes through a routine procedure. B walks in and sits across from A, head in hands, obviously distraught — “I lost the baby,” B whispers.

You accidentally sprayed them with yogurt when you opened the lid the wrong way.

Studying at the same table in the library, you see they are pulling the same study resources as you.

They mistook your bowling ball for theirs in the shared ball return.

They caught you when you slipped on ice and nearly fell over.

Accidentally stepping on their heel in a crowded room.

You both do the side-to-side dance when you try to pass them in the grocery store aisle.

Humming a song and having them begin to hum with you without thinking.

Tripping while getting into your seat in the theater and spilling your popcorn on them.

You matched with them in an online chat roulette room.

Both of you wore the same ugly Christmas sweater to a party.

A likes to visit the local humane society to say hello to the animals. On this particularly normal day, something especially abnormal happens — one of the dogs speaks. “Help me get out of here, will ya?”

A finds a book of magic in their grandparents attic. A takes it to a Wiccan shop and hesitantly asks B, the shopkeeper, to take a look at it. B takes one look at it and in hushed tones asks, “Where did you get this?”

They cover the small amount of change you are short on for a purchase.

You both go to the counter, having the same type of coffee called for pick-up.

A is walking down the street and notices B, who is staring at a large graffiti mural, tears streaming silently down their face. The mural reads, “you are alive.”

They pull you out of the way from the busy bike path.

They see your ice cream drop to the ground and buy you a new one.

You see your favorite book on their desk during class and ask them about it afterwards.

You walk out of a dressing room asking if the outfit suits you, but it's not your friend waiting outside the room like you thought.

Almost spilling a drink because you met their eyes and got distracted thinking how cute they are.

Getting paired up in a line dance.

Happening to sit next to each other on a park bench, reading the same book.

Being paired up at a beginners ballroom dancing class.

Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows.

They get your attention and return your phone that fell out of your pocket.

You help catch their dog when the leash slips from their hand.

They ask you to pretend to be their date at a bar to prevent an ex from talking to them.

You help pull a loose thread off the back of their shirt.

Meeting their gaze after throwing a coin in a wishing fountain.

Sitting next to each other at a very boring meeting and bonding over your shared lack of attention.

You wear matching masks at a masquerade party.

Holding the elevator for them and getting off on the same floor.

Bumping into each other while trying to pass through a doorway.

They jump into your car breathless and tell you to keep driving.

You throw a snowball at a friend but miss and hit them instead.

The two of you wear costumes from the same fandom at a costume party.

You help a lost child find their parent together.

Walking into the incorrect bathroom and meeting eyes with them before quickly realizing the mistake.

You help catch their hat as it flies away in the wind.

The person sitting next to you on the train is wearing clothes that match your lucky colors from your fortune that morning in the paper.

They knock on your apartment door instead of your neighbor's.

You both reach for the last umbrella in the store on a rainy day.

You fix your hair in the reflection of a window to see them smiling at you through it.

You get scared by them in a corn maze and lash out and hit them, quickly followed by apologizes.

A spots B writhing on the ground in pain and rushes over to help them — but it turns out that B was actually just filming for a prank video. A gets so mad and upset that B is forced to calm them down as a crowd is beginning to form around them.

Texting the incorrect number but continuing the conversation.

A stops at the pub near their house to pick up some food on the way home (they make the best fries in the neighbourhood) when A receives a phone call – and some terrible news. A starts crying and B, the bartender, asks A what’s wrong. As A opens up to them, B gives A a drink on the house, and helps talk them through it.

You both reach for the final donut in the case at a bakery.

Getting paired up on an amusement park that requires even numbered riders.

[xiayannie]

𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 23𝐑𝐃 — 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘢

↳ scaramouche & xiao (separate) × gn! reader

content: fluff, crack ? | 𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

small christmas scenarios with the two

↟ 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃𝙀

hates the idea, but goes along with your shenanigans because it's "christmas" and it makes you happy

he secretly enjoys it

"can't believe I'm wearing this hideous thing." SCARAMOUCHE scowled, staring down at the ugly sweater in disdain.

you merely rolled your eyes, dragging him by the arm to the kitchen. a cup was thrusted into his face, which he took skeptically.

"what? you've never had hot cocoa?"

"I've never been a fan of anything sweet." he retorted, staring at the assortment of sweet add-ons from the so-called 'hot cocoa bar'.

a small realization flashed on your face before you went to rustle in the cabinets, pulling out a newer container.

"I got some dark cocoa the other day, maybe you'll like this better." you hummed, handing him the instant cocoa powder.

SCARAMOUCHE hesitated a bit, but he scooped some of the powder into his cup of hot milk before stirring. your expectant eyes made him feel a bit pressured as he took a sip, expecting the worst.

to his dismay, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

"...it's okay." SCARAMOUCHE murmured out quietly, watching as you beamed at him.

"that's good!"

"how about we go put on a movie?"

SCARAMOUCHE throughout the movie kept refilling his cup of hot cocoa, which you noticed, but didn't say anything about until the both of you got drowsy on the couch after the movie.

"...how many cups of cocoa did you have, scara?"

to which he would remain silent for a bit, his cheeks flushing the slightest bit of red as he avoided replying, trying to come up with any excuse he could.

"I was a bit thirsty."

"yeah, sure. and you must be a bit cold." you snickered at him, eyeing up his decked out christmas attire; reindeer socks, plaid pants, and ugly cat sweater.

needless to say, SCARAMOUCHE was not going to live it down. especially since he got caught humming along to mariah carey's "all I want for christmas" despite talking shit about christmas music earlier.

↟ 𝙓𝙄𝘼𝙊

doesn't get the whole point of making gingerbread houses (to not really eat them) but he tries it for the sake of seeing you smile

doesn't like Christmas much, but he enjoys spending time with you

the two of you spent the afternoon making gingerbread houses, and the difference between the two were as clear as day and night.

XIAO's gingerbread house was collapsing in as you stared and compared it to your averagely decent looking one. his face was calm as he continued to frost his roof, but the weight of the sweet frosting was contributing more to the downfall of his house.

"xiao..." you tried to stifle a laugh, aware of how seriously he took the activity, as well as how hard he worked on it. "...good job, my love."

"thank you." XIAO replied, putting down the icing bag to dust off his fingers. his expression was stoic as usual, but his eyebrows gave you the impression that he was proud of his work.

you put a gumdrop up to his mouth, to which he obediently opened his mouth and ate. XIAO's face scrunched up a bit, but he swallowed it silently. you pulled him in for a sweet hug, melting into his side as you laughed.

"...these sweets aren't to my liking." he murmured, staring at the abomination of sugar before him.

"well, good thing we won't be eating them." XIAO's brow furrowed in confusion at what you said.

"what's the point of making it, then?"

"they're just for decoration usually."

XIAO was dumbfounded, but he nodded and decided to brush it off, instead focusing on helping you clean up.

the night ended off with cuddling, sweet whispers and quiet giggles exchanged between the two of you.

"did you enjoy building gingerbread houses together, xiao?"

he nodded, bringing his hand up to lightly stroke your cheek.

"I do not get the whole point of making them, only to use them as decoration, but...I'd enjoy anything as long as I'm doing it with you."

slap!

you giggled like a school girl, lightly hitting him on the shoulder. "such a smooth talker, who taught you to say such sweet and cheesy lines?"

"... it doesn't even compare to that gumdrop you fed me earlier." he scoffed, but a small smile graced his lips as he stared at you.

"but I'd eat as many gumdrops that you'd feed me if that means I get to see you beam at me in return."

XIAO didn't care for christmas. but he now does, because it means that he gets to spend more time with you, no matter how dumb or stupid he thinks the activity is.

[an0thergl1tch]

Sanderssides Scale theory/headcanons:

*I have no idea if anyone has talked about this before but I personally think that Janus’s scales are less of a birthmark due to him being literally part snake and more a literal representation of emotional scarring or stress.

*As seen during Selfishness v Selflessness Patton turns into a giant frog because he is under intense stress and pressure. Along with this I noticed during the trial upon being confronted by Virgil he involuntarily hisses while saying suck up. Although definitely could be a snake gag I see it as slightly significant, considering this is the only time Janus has ever struggled with saying a word starting with the letter s. (Although he did hiss in a incorrect quotes short)

*I personally believe that under different amounts of stress, both Patton and Janus gain more frog and snake attributes based on how stressed they are. It would make sense considering both Patton and Janus are connected to Thomas’s morality, and would be more likely to quite literally wear their emotions on their sleeves. Along with that both Janus and Patton are connected with Thomas’s repression of both emotions and parts of himself, and it would make sense that due to this their reactions to stress would be much more intense than the other sides, and they would be much more likely to try and hide the quite literal “ugly” parts of themselves.

*Although fits with his dad personality, I have noticed that most of Pattons outfits are layered, or deliberately hide the shoulders. (Wearing cardigans, his Christmas sweater, a turtleneck in the inside out episode, etc.)

*I have a number of ideas as to why this is.

1. He is a major aspect of Thomas’s faith and therefore has the unconscious urge to “cover up”.

2. A visual representation of repression, trying to subtlety hide himself under clothing.

3. Like Janus, he also has animal skin, more than likely frog spots.

*I personally enjoy this theory because I imagine this could cause some serious tension. Patton is desperately afraid to show them as they are “evil” and are a representation of him at his worst, and I imagine he would even more terrified of Virgil seeing them as he knows Virgil has a troubled history with Janus, and would be afraid that Virgil would cast him out too because he looks like him.

*I imagine there are two ways the scales and spots came to be :

1. They have simply always been there, Patton was lucky, Janus wasn’t.

2. The scales and spots appeared as result to trauma, either the same event or multiple events making them spread. Fortunately patton was able to hide them but Janus wasn’t.

*As to how they work, I imagine that much like emotional trauma, sometimes it dosent bother you that much, but sometimes it flares up. I imagine under high stress the spots and scales start to spread.

*I imagine that this could cause some discomfort for Patton because in the past he would’ve likely had to bear with peoples teasing towards Janus despite having the same issue and simply had to agree because he couldn’t blow his cover. Perhaps that’s why Patton is so kind to him and hey Janus has a soft spot for him, because he knows that fear. Or perhaps they are siblings.

*I also enjoy the idea of Janus turning into a snake, like come on that’s awesome.

[wenigstenshabeichesversucht]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

Summary: You spend Christmas at Portland Row

Warnings: fluff, English is not my native language This is a bonus chapter for my one-shot A Christmas Carol. But you don't have to read "A Christmas Carol" to enjoy this one-shot. However if you liked this one-shot, I would be thrilled if you would check out "A Christmas Carol"!

Word Count: 1,8K

Ba bump, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump

It felt like your heart wanted to free itself from your rib cage and claw its way out of your chest.

Sweat was running down your back, while your hand twitched to where your rapier normally hung. But today the spot was empty. There was no need for a rapier, today you were facing another horror, Christmas at Portland Row.

Lockwood had invited you at the Fittes Christmas Party to spend Christmas with him, Lucy and George at Portland Row. Since Quill had to work, you had agreed. Too late it occurred to you, that you had no presents and that you couldn’t find any at such short notice. When you had told Lockwood these concerns, he only had said that you didn't need to bring any gifts, your presence was gift enough for him. Normally if somebody had said something like this to you, you would have made a run for it. But you were so whipped by Lockwood, that you had just smiled at him. You already felt sorry for Lucy and George who had to put up with you both all day.

Wiping your sweaty hands one last time on your winter coat, you rang the bell. As if he had been waiting for you, Lockwood opened the front door in an instant.

“Hello love”, he breathed, beaming all over his face.

“Come out of the cold”, he urged you inside, “May I take your coat?”

He was rushing around you, trying to make you feel welcome. It was sweet. You couldn’t remember the last time somebody did something like this for you. Over his shoulder your eyes met Lucy’s, who was just coming down the stairs. Seeing you two together she started to grin like a Cheshire cat.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you decided to join us today!"

She skipped down the last steps, before pulling you in an unexpected but welcome hug.

“I have something I urgently need your opinion on."

Ignoring Lockwood's protest, she took your hand and pulled you into one of the adjacent rooms.

“You will get her back soon enough”, she yelled over her shoulder, before the doors closed behind you two.

The room Lucy had pulled you into was an office. Looks like this was the place where Lockwood and Co handled their business. For an agency not exactly know to be professional it looked surprisingly competent.

“When Lockwood told us this morning, that you would join us, I started plotting”, she started to explain and rushed to one of the desks. Alarmed your eyebrows shot in the air. You didn’t like the evil grin which slowly took over Lucy’s features.

“I bought matching Christmas sweaters, but of course Lockwood don’t want to wear them”, she pulled said sweaters out of one drawer of the desk, and wow were they ugly. You could understand Lockwood.

“It would be the greatest Christmas present, if you could convince Lockwood to wear it.”

Sceptically you twisted your mouth.

“Why do you think I can convince him when you've already failed?”

“Because he likes you a lot for a very long time. He started to like you before I even came to London. And if you would wear one of the sweaters, he would totally take the chance to match you.”

“He started to like me before you came to London?”, you echoed and of course you concentrated on this part. Wasn’t that almost two years ago?

“When I came to London, he was talking no stop about this cute girl at Fittes. I was so excited to see you for the first time, which only happened after two months.”

Wow, hearing this make you feel giddy. He really liked you, you already guessed that after the Christmas Party, but to hear it was something else.

“And for you, it counts like a Christmas present?”, you made sure and Lucy, grinning from ear to ear, just nodded.

“Deal”, waiting you held out your arms and Lucy didn’t need to be told twice.

“This will be the best Christmas ever!”

You quickly changed into the sweater before the doubts could take hold of you. Of course, you would look better in the outfit you planned, then in this sweater. But Lucy told you that Lockwood liked you already for a long time, so this should be fine.

Unsurely you smoothed the sweater while Lucy left the room but not before sending a wink in your direction. As soon she left, Lockwood came rushing in.

“Did you already miss me?”, you joked, toying with the sweater Lucy gave you for Lockwood to wear.  He grasped the situation at one glance.

“She did not!”

“She did.”

“But if one person can wear this then you! Even wearing a potato sack, you would be the most beautiful person for me, love.”

Fighting a blush, you tried to concentrate at your task. But when Lockwood was talking like this it was fucking hard.

“Sweet talk will not help you, pretty boy.”

You shook the sweater in your hand invitingly and Lockwood grimaced.

“Do I have to?”

“I would make me happy”, you hadn't even finished your sentence when Lockwood started taking off his jacket. Slowly he loosened his tie. In a trance you watched his every move. His long finger fiddled a moment with the fabric and loudly you gulped. Noticing this he presented you with a bashful smile.

“If you wanted me to undress, you could have just asked.”

“Oh, shut up”, you laughed but couldn’t keep the blush at bay.

“Make me!”

He didn’t have to tell you this twice. Pushing him back, his back softly hit the bookshelf. He barely managed to let out a surprised sound before you locked his lips with yours. He didn't waste any time returning the kiss. Swapping your position, so you were pinned between him and the shelf, he deepened the kiss. His kisses felt like heaven, and you could do this all day long. Unfortunately, the human body needed oxygen to live, and you were no exception. Heavy breathing you both separated and gazed into each other eyes.

“How long do you think, can we stay here, before George and Lucy are coming looking for us?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

After twenty minutes of snogging like the hormonal teenager you were, you left the office, wearing the matching Christmas sweaters.

Viewing Lockwood with his messy hair and swollen lips, you didn’t want to imagine, what you looked like. Anyone who even glanced at you would know what you had been busy doing. Not that you were ashamed.

Holding hands you stepped in the kitchen, where Lucy and George were already waiting for you.

“Ah finally you decided to join us”, George, wearing an apron, welcomed you.

“Hello to you too, George”, sending him a cheeky grin you didn’t let go of Lockwood’s hand and from the facial expression he wouldn’t either.

“The breakfast is getting cold, if you two don't plan on living on air and love alone, I suggest we finally start.”

You didn't need to be told twice, mumbling an apology, you let yourself be dragged to one chair, which was standing next to another while the other to chair were further away. Letting go of your hand, Lockwood pulled out the chair for you and only when you were comfortably seated did he take a seat next to you.

Lucy, sitting on the other side of the table, was watching all of this with a knowing smile. You couldn’t help but think about her earlier words, that Lockwood already liked you for a very long time.  You discreetly tried to peek over at him, only to see that he was already looking at you.

“What are you saying? Should I show you after breakfast the house?”, he whispered, while leaning over to you.

You could feel his hot breath on your skin and needed every strength not to blush because of this proximity.

"Maybe we could continue what we did in the office?”

But even you weren't strong enough, blushing profoundly you could only nod.

“Guys please, not in front of my food!”, George disrupted the moment and therefore caught Lucy's elbow in the ribs. You couldn’t help but laugh and shortly the other and even George joined in. It was nice to not spend Christmas alone.

After breakfast Lockwood showed you around the house, like he had promised. As you entered the living room the radio was playing an old song, you had loved as a child. You couldn’t help but hum along. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by Lockwood.

“Let’s dance”, without waiting for your protest, he pulled you into his arms, which felt so nice. But you couldn’t dance. At the Fittes Party you and Lockwood had already danced and while he was a graceful dancer you had stopped counting the times you stepped on his toes.

“If you want to walk tomorrow without pain then we shouldn’t dance.”

But Lockwood didn’t think about letting you go. Slowly he started to sway with the music.

“Even walking with pain for 10 years would be worth it, if I could hold you in my arms for just a second”, he whispered in your hair and thereby successful making you smile the biggest smile of your entire life.

“You are not my boyfriend, so why are you saying this romantic thing to me?”

“So, you think I’m romantic?”

Of course, he concentrated on the second part of your sentence.

“That it was you focus on?”, looking at him and his beautiful brown eyes, you pulled up your eyebrows.

“I like you calling me ‘romantic’ more than calling me ‘not your boyfriend’.”

“I mean we could change it.” Sly you smiled up to him.

“Are you asking me to be your boyfriend”, Lockwood asked slowly as he couldn’t believe it.

“Maybe?”

“If you would, my answer would be ‘yes’.”

“Then I’m totally asking you to be my boyfriend.”

As an answer he just pulled you in for a kiss. But that was answer enough. You kissed till a flash of a camera interrupted you. Like deer caught in headlights you turned your heads, to see Lucy standing in the doorway, in her hands a camera and on her face a big smile.

“Don’t let me bother you. I just wanted to document memories.”

Giggling she walked away, and you turned to look back at Lockwood, who was already gazing at you.

“Like to continue where we stopped?”

“Can you give me a short recap, where we were before Lucy interrupted us?”

“Gladly”, gently cupping your face with his hands, Lockwood, your boyfriend, kissed you. Again, and again, and you were sure, that this was the best Christmas you ever experienced.  

[aplthree]

Ugly Christmas Sweater

“Granger? What in Merlin’s name is this ‘ugly sweater tradition’ that Pansy wrote in her invitation?” Holding the letter that arrived earlier at their home.

They are currently in a Muggle Mall looking for a ugly sweater that Pansy requested to wear at the Christmas Party that will be held at Parkinson-Weasley’s Home.

She chuckle. “It’s a tradition from America where people will wear ugly and garish sweater. Quite popular during the holiday season.”

While walking she suddenly stop and disappear into the crowd. “Hermione?” Draco called.

“Here, love!” He then followes where the voice is coming from.

“Where did you go?” He said while approaching.

She hands Draco a green sweater one that boldy declares, “If drunk, please return to wife.” and gets the red one that says, “I am the wife, thanks!”

He eyes the sweater she offered with a disgust look on his face. “Absolutely not Granger! I refuse to be seen with this … monstrosity!”

Hermione raise her eyebrows. “Come on, Malfoy. It’s supposed to be ugly. It’s just for fun.”

“I’d rather be stumped by a Hippogriff,thank you!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, love. How about we do something ‘fun’ later after the Party? Huh Mr. Malfoy?” She whispers sexily on his ear.

“What kind of fun are you talking about Mrs. Malfoy huh?” Draco raises his eyebrows.

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything!!”

“Okay.” He agreed on wearing this ‘ugly sweater’ that she likes them to wear on the party later that night. “But only because we will have some fun later.” He teases.

At the Christmas Party, all of them are wearing outrageous jumper, but when Draco enters everyone starts to laugh and started teasing.

"Well, well, well! Look what the cat dragged in—Draco Malfoy, wearing a 'return to wife' sign. Where is the wife, Draco?" Charlie says. He wears a green christmas sweater with garlands and christmas balls in it, looking like a Christmas tree.

“Good Merlin, what on earth are you two wearing? I said ugly sweater.” Pansy enters the living room wearing a jumper with red and white christmas trees all over the pattern.

“It is an ugly sweater Pans.” Hermione replied.

Luna, with her usual whimsical air, approached them with a smile. "Oh, Draco, Hermione, what lovely sweaters! They seem to reflect the spirits of joy and humor this holiday season." She wears a red sweater with body of an elf on the shelf that starts on it’s neck.

Theo snickers. "I never thought I'd see the day when you willingly wore something so... bold. Granger, did you have to twist his arm?"

“Well did Lovegood give you those radish for you to wear this old guy’s suit? What do you call them love?” Draco rebutted on Theo.

“Santa Clause.” Hermione replied.

"Well, well, Draco. Your fashion choices have always been... distinctive," Daphne remarked with a grin. She is wears a sweater with big red bow that wraps around her.

Ginny and Harry exchanged amused glances, unable to stifle their laughter. "Never thought we'd see the day when Draco Malfoy embraced the holiday cheer so enthusiastically," Ginny remarked. They both wearing a sweater with a big sock infront

“Okay stop! I don’t want to talk about it now. I’ll go grab firewhiskey.” He said and goes to the kitchen.

Blaise who wear a literal star costume nudge Hermione. “What on earth did you gave to him that allows you to dress hin that monstrosiy.”

“Oh you know..” she grin at Blaise with mischief.

They all started to laugh and get the party started.

As the night wore off, Theo notices Draco is a bit on the tipsier side. He slung an arm around his shoulders.

“Let’s return you to your wife.” Theo teases and he steers him back to Hermione, who is having a conversation with Ginny and Harry.

“Look who I found wandering around. Where is the wife?” Theo announces with a chuckle.

Theo deposits Draco beside Hermione.

"Seems like you've had quite a bit to drink, Draco," Hermione teased, suppressing a smile.

Draco leaned on her for support, shooting her a lopsided grin. "Blame it on the sweater, Granger. It's cursed, I tell you."

Their friends continued to chuckle at the sight, enjoying the unexpected turn of events at the otherwise conventional Christmas party.

[sl-newsie]

Christmas Sweater (Dr. Spencer Reid x OC Coworker) *Christmas Special* 🎄

Summary:  It’s the FBI staff Christmas Party, and the theme is ugly sweaters much to others’ dislike. However, Spencer is determined to help his favorite coworker get into the Christmas spirit (kinda based on The Christmas Sweater by Michael Bublé).

Warnings: some slight talk of intimacy at the end.

“Are you serious?” I groan in disgust. “An ugly sweater party?”

“What’s so wrong with that?” Morgan asks openly. “It’ll be fun!”

I scoff. “Why on Earth would anyone wear something with the name ‘ugly’ in it? No, just- no!” I throw my hands up. “I will not wear one!”

“Aw, come on, Angelica!” Penelope begs. “It won’t be the same if you’re not there!”

Her enthusiasm is welcoming, however I’m still against the idea.

“I will be at the party, but I still refuse to wear anything that is deemed ‘ugly.’ Besides, it won’t make much difference. I’ve only been working here for a few months.”

“Won’t make a difference?” A voice speaks up from behind. We all turn to find Reid strutting over to join us, and I’m surprised to find him wearing a festive Christmas tie.

“I thought your thing was Halloween,” I comment.

“It is, but I like Christmas too.” Reid gives me a funny look. “What do you mean you ‘won’t make a difference?’ Of course you do!”

Morgan lets out a laugh. “Got a favorite coworker, do we? I’m crushed!” He dramatically clutches his chest.

Reid gives a shy smile and walks back to his desk. I don’t think it’s funny at all. I think it’s… cute. If I’ve already gotten Reid’s approval after being here for so little time, I don’t know what better compliment to look for. At first I was skittish around the BAU since they already seemed like an established family, but Spencer was the first one to help me open up. He noticed I liked reading history books on the jet, so of course that turned into hour-long conversations that helped turn him into my favorite coworker. We both know he’s the smartest, but he never flaunts it to me as much as he does to Morgan. If anything, it’s entertaining to see Reid taunt him! Especially after the cellphone prank! The more we talked, the more we seemed to enjoy each other’s company. On a crazy whim, we both kinda admitted that we’d want to go on a date. You might say that we asked each other out at the same time. We decided to take a walk through the park to keep it simple and professional in case things went south. But our date never faltered, and after a few weeks Reid asked if we’d want to try the official title of dating, though not yet using the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend.’ Some might say it’s strange that we’re nearly 8 years apart in age, but that hasn’t posed a problem so far. It’s been a comfortable way of dating that I’d never have thought of if it weren’t for Spencer.

“Nice work, Morgan. Is making fun of Reid one of your hobbies or something?” 

“It’s my favorite!” Morgan laughs.

I just shake my head and head over to my own desk, which is right across from Reid’s.

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s a great honor to be your favorite coworker,” I say with a smile at the profiling nerd.

Spencer looks up from his current novel with bright eyes. “So you’ll be at the party tonight?”

Internally, I groan at the thought of having to force myself to socialize with people I don’t know at a party with a theme that’s super lame. But Spencer’s pleading eyes are too capturing to ignore.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. But there’s no promise I’ll actually dress up.”

“Sounds good to me!” Spencer says cheerfully.

After work, I return home to find something that goes along the lines of ‘office Christmas party.’ I’m not one for dressing up unprofessionally, so the closest thing I can find is a classy red dress. So what if it doesn’t match the theme? Vintage Christmas is even better than ugly Christmas! I know Spencer’s wishing for me to dress up, but I can only give what I have. After I’ve applied some light makeup and curled my hair into a 50s updo, I decide it’s plenty enough for the party. Before I head over I grab some homemade cookies from the fridge to pass around, just so people will know I’m participating. By the time I drive back to the office, I can tell I’m one of the last to show and the party’s in full swing.

“Angelica! You made it!” Rossi walks up and hands me a glass of red liquid. He’s also chosen not to wear an ugly sweater and is instead sporting a pair of reindeer antlers. “I heard you were a bit undecided on coming, so here’s some punch to help kickstart your Christmas spirit.”

I thank him and take a sip of the punch to find it has a bit of a kick. “One of your creations?”

“One of my very best,” the Italian smiles proudly. “Relax, and enjoy yourself!”

I smile kindly. “I will! Thank you, Rossi.”

He goes back to conversing with other staff members, leaving me to make my way to the back so I can avoid the big crowd. Aside from the few who showed up from the BAU, I’ve got no clue who anyone is.

“Nice outfit. Did Marilyn Monroe lend it to you?” Someone asks in a mocking tone. 

I face the woman and see a nametag titled “Regina,” and look up to find a pointed face with brunette hair. Did she just insult me?

“That’d be nice if she did, considering she was one of the most popular models of the 1950s,” I state in an even voice and stick out a hand. “I’m Angelica, from the BAU. Nice to meet you.”

Regina looks at my hand as if I’ve offered her a piece of trash. “Hm. I’m surprised you don’t have blood caked under your nails. Don’t all you people ever do is deal with blood?”

My jaw basically drops to the floor, and before I can respond the sassy agent prances away.

“God, how can she even have the audacity to-?”

“Merry Christmas!” I get wrapped into a hug, and it doesn’t take a genius to recognize the cheery voice behind me.

“Merry Christmas, Garcia! What’s with the snippy Scrooge?” I point after where Regina just vanished.

Garcia rolls her eyes. “Regina Watson. She’s only been here for a week and she already thinks she owns the place just because her dad’s on the board.”

I nod in understanding. “I see. And may I say what an… interesting outfit this is!”

It’s definitely a bold fashion statement. Garcia’s poofy green dress basically makes her look like a human Christmas tree, decorated with bows, bells, and ribbons, while also complete with sparkly red heels and a giant headpiece.

The blonde gives a giddy smile. “Thanks! I’m a bit sad to see yours is a bit dull, but I’m still glad you came!” She tugs me in for another hug and points to the back office. “The best food is in the back, and I suggest you go grab some before Reid eats it all by himself.”

I take her advice and make a beeline for the back office, locating Spencer sitting at the round table. When he sees me, the nerd’s head perks up and he gets a wild look in his eye.

“Angelica! You made it! Wait right there, and close your eyes.” He strides over to one of the filing cabinets.

“Um, ok.” I do as he says, trying my best to hear what’s going on.

“Ok- open them!” Reid says excitedly.

I do, and find Spencer holding a red sweater trimmed with tinsel and candy canes.

“Oh my! What… Reid, what’s this for?” I stifle a laugh.

He gives a lopsided smile. “I knew you wouldn’t have a sweater to wear, so I made you one. And after tonight, you can eat the candy canes and use the tinsel for decoration, and then use the sweater on its own.”

I graciously take the thoughtful clothing article and feel its soft fabric. “Spencer… Thank you! This is so considerate! I love it.”

“I’m glad, ‘cause you deserve to be just as cheery as the rest of us.” Reid helps me slip on the beautiful sweater over my dress. “Are you enjoying the party?”

I fight the urge to groan. “Um, yes? I donno. I don’t know most of anyone here, and I’m not one for socializing as you already know.”

Spencer nods in agreement and we both sit down at the round table to sip some punch.

“This reminds me of Emile Durkheim's sociological theory of functionalism. He viewed society as an organism, with different parts functioning to ensure the smooth and orderly operation and evolution of society.”

I let out a chuckle. “Leave it to you to help me get through this party by lecturing. Mind if I add in?”

The boy genius is surprised, but still excited. “By all means, go ahead!”

“Do you ever notice that smiling and laughter is seen as occasional? It’s as if we need an excuse to smile instead of doing it simply because we feel happy at the time.”

“You know, the reason that most vintage photos don’t have people smiling is because it was seen as a sign of insanity?” Reid informs. “Maybe that’s why. But I agree, smiling is done less and less nowadays probably because our emotions are used to being expressed online.”

“I suppose so. I’m just going to ignore the social norm altogether and smile.” In saying so, I turn to give Reid a thankful grin. “You always make me smile, Spencer.”

He blushes, but doesn’t get too flustered. However he doesn’t get to respond because Morgan now decides to barge in.

“There you are, Reid! Come here- you gotta try this fruitcake!” He drags Reid behind him, while Spencer gives me a quick look of apology that I return with a teasing “go ahead” hand gesture.

Now that I’m alone again, I decide to recollect my thoughts about the past week. I usually stay here during cases, but this time I had to follow the team to Florida for a special case. It was strange to see palm trees dressed up for Christmas. We were able to catch the unsub thanks to Reid’s last-minute conclusion, though it still nearly made my heart stop when he almost took a bullet to the leg. Thankfully no one was hurt, and now I’ve got to enjoy the moment of peace I have right now.

“Well well, hello again,” comes a snobbish voice dripping with fake enthusiasm. I see that Regina has returned, and brought her uppity mindset along with her.

“Hello, Regina. If you’re looking for finger foods, I suggest you try the Polish roses.”

She gags. “God, no! They give terribly bad breath! Anyways…” She slinks closer with a devilish grin. “Whatcha doing back here?”

Why do you care? Please leave me alone.

I shrug. “I was chatting with someone earlier, but now I’m just enjoying the peace and quiet.” At least I was before you showed up. “The last case gave me a bit more stress than I expected.”

Regina snickers and shakes her head in disappointment. “Girl, you’re a wreck of nerves. You need to get laid.”

Her laid-back statement makes me choke on my punch and cough it up across the table. How dare she!

“I am not belittling myself by using such serious matters as a stress reliever! How can you even suggest such a thing?”

She shrugs. “It helps me.”

“O-K, did not need to know that. If I’m going to be engaging in any conversation tonight, I’d like to have a mature conversation now so if you’d be so kind as to remove yourself and any other outlandish ideas from the room I’d be very grateful.”

Regina huffs and pivots to walk back to the crowded room outside. How can she even have the audacity…? First I think I’m in the clear and can put the situation behind me- but then I notice Reid waiting in the doorway, having returned holding a plate of cookies for us to share.

“Um… You heard that, huh?” I bite my lip.

“Yeah.”

I groan and clutch my head in my hands. “This just makes things awkward and weird, and I don't want that! I think our dating has been going very well, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“This doesn’t mess it up,” Reid replies softly as he comes to sit next to me. “If any healthy relationship is to continue to grow, these types of conversations need to be dealt with eventually.”

“I know, I know. ‘S just… I don’t want to disappoint you,” I whisper in a small voice I hope he doesn’t hear.

Reid chuckles a little. “Angelica, how could you ever disappoint me?”

Help me God, it’s time to tell him. “Because I- I’m a virgin. I’ve never been involved with anything like that, and when I hear others talk about it like it’s an everyday thing like the weather then I get really nervous. I’ve figured out enough to know that people have their own types and some can be more kinky than others, and it’s just all too stressful trying to fit into what someone might expect. That’s why I’ve never had a relationship before.”

I can tell Reid’s surprised by my confession, but he chooses to mull over the thing I least expect.

“You’ve never had a relationship? Angelica, how is that even possible? You’re the most beautiful, smart woman I know and you’re telling me you’ve never had a boyfriend?”

His surprise is heartwarming and adorable, making me be even more thankful to have him help me through this.

“I’ve always put education first. I guess… my age started to catch up with me and I thought I’d always be alone.” I slide a hand over to take his. “You’ve been so kind, and I’m happy our dating has been going so well.”

“Me too,” Spencer says softly. “And… if you feel uncomfortable doing anything with deeper intimacy, I understand. We don’t have to.”

This surprises me. “Huh. Usually every time I decline involvement the opposite party leaves me high and dry.” I give Reid a smile. “It’s not normal.”

He laughs. “You know I’m strictly against germs and physical contact, right? Our way of dating is far from normal, angel. Our first date was almost the equivalent of a job interview.”

We both burst out laughing and my uneasy awkwardness washes away. Instead of feeling alone again this Christmas, Spencer’s made me feel welcomed and loved.

“I can’t tell you how grateful I am,” I look up at his curious eyes. “This doesn’t seem like what I pictured dating would be, it’s more like- like a team. We’re a team just like our team here, solving problems.”

Speaking of the team, Prentiss, Morgan, and Garcia now decide to enter the room and terminate our privacy.

“Hey, guys. Leave any food for us?” Prentis asks as she takes a sip of punch.

“Forget that! I see some mistletoe magic about to happen!” Garcia declares in a singsong voice.

We both freeze and look up, spotting the ugly mass of green weeds hanging from the ceiling. Of course Garcia would put that up. Spencer and I exchange hidden panicked looks, both knowing we’ve never kissed before during our dating.

“Well, it is tradition,” I shrug and seem to give into Garcia’s edging despite my brain yelling for me to run away.

Reid gets an odd look. “Since when are you keen on being tied to social rituals?”

Ignoring this and the fact that the team is watching, I lean in closer. My heart is in my stomach, but I show a steady face and show Spencer a look silently asking for permission. But I don’t have to go further, because he cups my face and closes the gap. The kiss is soft and sweet, almost like drinking hot chocolate. I don’t know how long it goes, only that soon we both have to break apart to breathe.

“So… that’s what kissing’s like,” I comment in an airy voice.

“Wait,” Spencer pants. “You’ve never even been kissed?”

“Whoa, whoa!” Morgan interrupts and throws his hands up. “Is there something you’re not telling us, pretty boy?”

“I knew it!” Garcia giggles and claps her hands. “You two make such a cute pair!”

“Don’t forget the paperwork,” Prentiss taunts as she raises a glass to toast the celebration. 

“We can worry about that later!” Garcia tugs us both into a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you guys! And you put on a sweater! This is the best Christmas party ever!”

“What’s going on?” 

JJ and Rossi enter the room, both intrigued by the noisy group.

“I was right! You owe me 20 bucks!” Garcia holds her hand out to JJ. “Pay up!”

“Is she serious?” Rossi looks between me and Reid. “You two, together? We thought it’d take at least a year.”

“What would?” Hotch steps in and we all go quiet. “Is something wrong?”

Spencer squeezes my hand and gives me a determined look, one which I share in response.

“Hotch, there’s something we have to tell you.” Reid stands up and faces our leader with a even face. “Angelica and I have started dating. And before you remind us, yes we know about the paperwork we need to fill out. We know what consequences there are and the risks we’re taking, but I don’t care as long as I can make her happy.”

If it weren’t for the eerie silence draping the atmosphere, I’d be tearing up with joy at his kind words. We all wait in silence for Hotch’s response, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“There is paperwork,” Hotch says. “But I’m not going to spoil this festive occasion with something like that.” He gives both Reid and me a proud smile. “You kids enjoy the party. Worry about paperwork next week.”

The whole team cheers and raises a glass to toast our relationship. Meanwhile, Spencer’s looking at me as if I’d just given him the moon.

“Nice ugly sweater, by the way!” Morgan comments.

I roll my eyes and start to defend Spencer’s gift, but the nerd takes my hand to quiet me.

“Just play along with it. You look gorgeous in that sweater!”

[sulumuns-dootah]

21.12. Paimon - Matching sweaters

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A/N: Writing this made me realise how much I enjoy writing for Paimon, so pleeease someone request something with them or I will start coming up with ideas - this is a threat!

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

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“Y/N~! You gotta see thisss!” Paimon bursts into your room without knocking. Although the clacking of their shoes running to your room can be taken as a warning by itself.

“Yes, bestie?” you match their enthusiasm or at least you try to do so.

“I just saw this thing online and I know we only we can pull this offf!” they show you their phone screen. It shows a picture of a matching set of Christmas sweaters. One says 'I'm the nice one' and the other 'I'm the naughty one'. They are pretty ugly, but good enough for them to be worn ironically.

“Ugly sweaters?” you ask kinda unsure if they're serious or also find them ironically funny.

“Yesss! I'll be the naughty one and you'll be the nice~!” it sounds that they're serious, but why ruin their excitement with the fact that these things are sort of an outdated gag now.

“Me? Nice? You know best that I'm not nice, Pai.” you giggle and wink at them, reminding the both of you of all the fun times you've spent playing in their mirror room.

“Oh I knowww! But you still are nicer than meee!” they pout and wave their phone dramatically in front of your face. They're practically sitting in your lap begging you to agree with their idea.

“Okay then, I guess. If that's what would make you happy then sure, but we'll only wear them for a few photos and then never again.” you sigh and defeat. Paimon is like an excited puppy and you can't bring yourself to make those shining eyes glint with sadness.

“Yaay~! Just so you know I've already ordered them, so they should be here any day nowww!” they practically shake with happiness.

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When the sweaters arrive, you're not exactly over the moon. Somehow even the idea of wearing it for few minutes makes you cringe internally. Just looking a them spread out on your bed has you paranoid that your room will soon have a 'Live Laugh Love' writing on a wall and 'Friends' will be the only show you'll find funny anymore.

“So~, what do you thinkkk? Cute, righttt?” Paimon fiddles with their phone to get the best camera settings for some amazing photos.

“They're... Ugh... Okay, I guess.” you scratch the back of your neck to subtly signal your distaste without having to say it out loud.

“Okay~! Time to changeee, Y/N~!” the cute demon starts unbuttoning their vest and shirt to pull the sweater over their head.

You sigh and do the same. Looking at yourself in the mirror you feel stupid. And what's worse is that the fit and color of it look good on you. Still, you try to fake some level of happiness to keep Paimon happy.

“Smile, Y/N~! I can see the disgust in your eyes, but try to look happy in the photo, pleaseee. Maybe you can think about the things we'll do when I take the sweater off of youuu!” they mutter to you and snap few selfies.

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"I've noticed your phone isn't as cute as mineee. I got you something to make it cuterrr!"

[browneyedjoe]

under the mistletoe | joseph quinn x fem!reader

summary: you and wesley, joe's best friend and your housemate, host a christmas party and joe helps decorate. think ugly christmas sweaters, homemade fruit punch, a fuck tonne of fairy lights and late night confessions

pairing: joseph quinn and female reader

word count: 2.9k

what you should know: this is a rpf (real person fanfic), please do not interact if you don't like rpfs, friends to lovers (if you squint), brief mentions of smut (minors DNI)

a/n: this is my first fanfic in a very long time. be nice and enjoy!

you arrive at the front door of your apartment, damp from the light snow and sore from the harsh wind on this dark winter's evening. you fumble through your bag to find your keys and when you do, you look up to see the festive wreath hung proudly in front of you. you had just finished a twelve-hour shift at the local down café and as much as you love christmas, you were more than happy to finally rid the smell of artificial ginger and peppermint from your skin and hair faster than you could say "bah humbug".

opening the door, you are greeted by an obnoxious mess of red, green, silver and glitter. tinsel and ball balls cover almost every surface of your living room, as if saint nicholas himself decided to explode and paint the room with cheap and garish christmas paraphernalia.

"good, you're back!" and before you could even close the door behind you, your roommate (and joe's best friend) wesley, dumps a heavy and itchy ball of woollen material into your arms. "so, joe and i both chipped in to buy us christmas sweaters for the party" he announces cheerfully, walking back over to the ladder that is standing in the middle of the living room. before you can protest, wesley pipes up, "you are wearing it, this it not negotiable!". he places his hands onto the ladder to steady it and it is then that you look up.

and there, dressed in the ugliest (and slightly too small) christmas sweater you had ever seen, was a sheepish looking joe. he is perched up rather precariously at the top of the ladder, trying his hardest to hang the string of fairy lights across the living room ceiling.

"joe?" you mumble and glance over to wesley with a warning look. thankfully, joe doesn't hear his name leave your mouth as he continues hanging the fairy lights, tongue sticking out between his lips in concerntration. you finally close the front door, dropping both the sweater and your bag onto the floor with a loud thud. wesley decides to chime in again, "he's helping us decorate, are you sweet joseph?" he pats joe's leg which unsteadies him for a brief moment, "we needed the manpower!". wesley's toothy grin is wider than a cheshire cats’ as he lets go of the ladder carelessly, leaving joe to wobble in an attempt to maintain his balance.

you had been introduced to joe not long after you and wesley moved into together, around two years ago. the attraction to him was instant but without knowing if the feeling was mutual, you pined away idly much to wesley's dismay. "you know he likes you back" wesley would say, after a few wines and a few of episodes of real housewives later, "stop being such a sap and just ask him out". you would usually just shrug in response and sip away until the bottle was finished.

you knew tonight was wesley's idea of 'gently' trying to set the pair of you up but if anything, with the ugly christmas sweater staring at you from the floor and the foul mood the rude customers at work had put you in, it felt like some cruel cosmic joke at your expense.

shaking your head, you notice some of your friends pre-gaming in the kitchen with what you believe to be homemade fruit punch. they attempt to sing along to 'last christmas' by wham! but they’re so beyond out-of-sync that it sounds more like a pack of feral cats.

looking back at wesley, you ask obliviously, "what party?". he rolls his eyes in response and throws an arm around your shoulder, "the christmas party we decided to throw this year?". he looks at you like it's the most obvious thing in the world but in all honesty, you couldn't concentrate when joe was right there. even the screeching of your friends' drunk carolling becomes dull background noise when looking at him.

"we've been decorating all day" joe steps down from the ladder cautiously, "do you like it?". and yeah, you really did like it but not as much as seeing a little bit of joe's stomach when his sweater shifts up as he climbs down the last few steps of the ladder. you nod your head a little too eagerly, "i love it, very festive indeed!". you are such a fucking loser.

joe's cheeks turn almost as red as the stupid christmas hat which sat on top of his curls. you can't help but chuckle quietly to yourself because joe, well, he was beautiful in ways most men can't be beautiful. all doe-eyed and full lips and now blushing like a teenage boy, all because you complimented him.

wesley coughs loudly, causing you to jump out of your daydream with a grimace. "how about i help you with your bags? you must be exhausted" he says dramatically before shoving you into your bedroom and slamming the door behind you both.

"isn't this great?" he asks, his ever-present grin still lingering from earlier. you twirl your finger, signalling him to turn around as you change. "oh yes, very" you reply sarcastically and shove the christmas sweater on, looking down only to find a anatomically incorrect reindeer stitched to the front of it accompanied by a red flashing nose. jesus fucking christ.

"no, seriously!" wesley says harshly, tapping his foot against the floor, "i mean, joe being here, soon to be supplied with alcohol" you snort, this only causes wesley to turn around to look at you with a determined look, "you, also here and also soon to be supplied with alcohol. i mean, come on, the story is writing itself!".

you sigh loudly as you struggle to tie your hair up to make yourself look half presentable, "wesley, this is not a christmas movie!" you press your index finger into his chest, "this party is not an excuse for you to try to set me and joe up". as soon as you finish speaking, wesley just smirks, winks, and shuffles out of your bedroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

rolling your eyes, you turn to face the long-standing mirror, taking in your appearance. your face illuminated by the red flashing reindeer nose in the centre of your sweater, you look beyond tired and haggard. there is no way, by the grace of michael bublé or miss mariah herself that joe - sweet and adorable joe - was going to attempt to make any moves on you tonight. you pull the hair tie from your ponytail and let your hair fall to your shoulders. you spot your favourite red lipstick and apply it carefully hoping to improve the situation.

pressing your lips together evenly to distribute the colour, you take one last look in the mirror and force a smile, "i guess this is as good as it's going to get". you huff and open your bedroom door, nervously walking into the sea of people.

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"make my wish come true, all i want to christmas is you!"

you were happily tipsy on vodka and lemonade. the party, now in full swing, saw every room in your tiny apartment filled with intoxicated bodies. you could smell the sweaty wool from the array of christmas sweaters and the sickly sweet fruit punch wesley made, and made terribly. "this smells like turps" you laugh, taking a cautious sip from your red plastic cup, "fuck, tastes like turps too".

stumbling into the kitchen, you find joe chatting with wesley and a few of their friends whilst donning a 'kiss the chef' apron; the santa hat still miraculously on his head, albeit lopsided. joe looks over at you and grins, face flushed from the glow of too many cups of wesley's lethal punch. "we found joseph darling doing our dishes!" wesley winks at you and swiftly exits the kitchen, his friends in tow. you roll your eyes at his attempt at getting you and joe alone. "i feel bad for all the mess!" joe yells way too loudly for the small kitchen. his eyes are glassy and so, so big, as big as saucers as he leans over to whisper in your ear "you look really cute in that sweater".

you close your eyes and take in the sensation of his breath on your neck but you’re quickly catapulted back to reality when his head on your shoulder starts to slip. you pour the remnants of the punch out of your cup into the sink and turn on the tap to fill it with water. "let's some you some water and get you to bed, yeah?" you say, trying not to sound suggestive or flirty. joe only hiccups in response.

god, he was such a cute drunk and this is the first time she has seen joe like this as he begins whining "no, no, no" into her neck.

"come on, joe" you place an arm around his shoulder and begin to pull him in the direction of the spare bedroom. slowly making it to the door, you struggle to open it whilst holding joe up in attempt to keep him balanced. but as soon as you see the two dark silhouettes of two bodies moving in tandem together, you gasp out a "sorry!" and slam the door shut. joe howls, "i want to go in that room!” and please, you shake your head because you really don't need to hear him saying things like that right now. not when his body was flush against your own. you decided to take him into your own bedroom, pushing the door open with his weight and dropping him onto your bed. you'll take the couch you think to yourself, or as a form of sweet revenge on your dear housemate, you'll take his bed instead.

joe's sweater is pushed halfway up his torso as he rolls around in your bed. the dips of his hip bones and the small trial of hair leading down to his crotch are in clear view. you force yourself to look away, placing the cup of water on your beside table before turning around to leave.

"please don't go".

you back turn around, slowly, trying hard not to pay any attention to the fact that joe was practically half naked on your bed, begging you to stay. "you're very drunk" you say, trying to appear stern and responsible but seemingly it doesn't work as joe just looks up at you from your bed, all dazed and happy. "i'm not that drunk" hiccup, "scout's honour".

you sigh, "this is my home and you are my guest" you straighten up "i'm not going to take advantage of you in your vulnerable state". the sentence sounds jarring as it leaves your mouth and joe, well, joe just laughs as his sweater pushes further up his torso.

he parts his knees and replies, "i'd let you".

and fuck, don't say that.

"don't say that" you verbalise.

joe stands up from your bed, wobbly but appearing more sober than he has been all night. his santa hat has fallen off now, discarded on your bed and he runs his fingers through his sweaty curls, "why not?".

"because" you voice sounds meek and you know you can just turn around and leave and let him sleep it off but she can't seem to move, "because we're friends". joe walks across the room to be closer to you, you take a deep breath, "and because, you're really drunk". the last past comes out as a whisper as joe attempts to close the gap between the two of you. you shuffle as far back as you can until your back hits your bedroom door. all of the sudden, you room feels so very small.

"i'm not that drunk" he repeats.

and then, weakly, "please".

joe moves in closer and you close your eyes, imagining you're back in the living room, doing shots of fireball with wesley, laughing this whole thing off as a drunken mistake.

"would you look that?" you open one eye in response, squinting, and then the open the other, and the first thing you see is joe motioning to look up. there, between the two of you, is a piece of mistletoe hanging on by a sliver of sticky tape. "it's mistletoe" joe reaches delicately for your jaw and begins stroking your cheek, "you know what mistletoe means" and you swear there's a twinkle in his eyes.

oh, fuck you wesley.

when you look back at joe, he is merely an inch away and he is so pretty against the fairy lights in your room. his lips are shiny and plump from the way he keeps subconsciously biting them and finally, you feel yourself give in.

"just once" joe says and the kiss, the kiss is soft.

"just once" joe says and he kisses you along your jaw where his hand was mere moments ago.

"just once" joe says and he kisses you with his open mouth, along the curve of her neck.

"just once” joe says and his hands begin to press at your sweater as his knee pushes between her legs.

you wrap your hand around joe's waist and untie the stupid apron he was wearing and palm at his sweater until he eventually pulls it over his head, throwing it to the floor. his hair is everywhere, he is everywhere and he can't stop smiling at you. you laugh, "yeah, just this once".

joe turns you around and suddenly, you feel the back of your knees hit your bed. involuntarily, you fall backwards and somehow, all of your clothes have come off too and wow, joe's breathing heavily. you concentrate on the quick rise and fall of his chest but joe, well he's looking at you as if you hung the moon and every star too.

"are you sure about this? joe asks, taking in every part of you. you feel your whole body blush, "i thought i was the one taking advantage of you?" you reply quietly. and with that, joe put his mouth and hands on all the parts of you he has thought about for months, years even. he mumbles into your collarbone; the "oh fuck's" and "i've wanted this for so long's" becoming muffled and nonsensical.

you pull back and joe hangs his head, trying not to look at you. his mouth is swollen and split and you run your thumb over it before spreading your legs and nodding to let him know, yeah, you're really fucking sure.

joe grips your hips just a little too tightly and you made a small noise of discomfort. "fuck, sorry" he stops and he is so still, "did i hurt you? fucking hell" and you shake your head and dig your heels into the back of his thighs. "no, just-" you kiss the side of his mouth and buck your bare hips up to meet his erection, "you know...". and it's tense for a moment but soon after, he presses his face against he flat space between your breasts and chuckles into her ribcage, "yeah, i know".

you start chuckling too and suddenly, it's not so awkward anymore. joe does everything you ask and he can't stop asking if it's okay. and it is, god, it more than okay and he pushes you further up the bed, tilting your hips up, up and up to hit that spot inside of her that made her see fireworks.

and yeah, it's been while since you've been intimate with anybody but this is so nice and more than okay. it's all softness and drunk kisses and dumb jokes and quintessentially joe.

joe starts thrusting a little harder and you hand involuntarily slips down from where it was holding onto his neck to the space between both your hips in order to rub at your clit lazily. it's all quiet moans and shallow breathing and after a while, she gasps as she comes and he into her neck as he follows and for the first time all night, neither of them can hear the christmas music.

everything glows afterwards; all the fairy lights strung up around her room, specially the ones above her bed frame, make everything luminous yet hazy. and that how joe looks right now, beautiful and ruined. before pushing himself off of you, he presses a wet kiss onto the corner of your mouth and smile, "hi" he says, sweeter than candy canes.

he moves to lay next to you, wrapping his arm around your tummy, thumb rubbing circles into your hip bone. you only now realise now that you're both laying horizontally on your bed, you're calves and feet dangling over the edge. "hi" you say back.

there's a pause and then "i-" joe starts, low and sleepily, "i've been wanting to do that for a really long time". he snuggles into your side, head now resting on your chest, "you know, with you i mean". your heart is beating harder than it ever has and you are sure joe can hear it; you take the plunge. "me too, you have no idea" you exhale.

you look down at joe who is nestled into your breast. he looks up at you and there is this silent acknowledgment that you will be doing this again, a lot and sooner rather than later. joe lifts himself from you and slowly manages to get back on his feet. "we should get back out there soon" he comments, stood naked in the middle of your room like he belonged there, looking for his discarded clothes, "they'll be wondering where we are".

joe decides to go back out to the party first and you watch him get dressed, reluctantly pulling on his sweater which you finally noticed is knitted, blue and white with snowflake appliqué. ugly, but not ugly on him, you decided.

he wanders back over to you and just watches you, still sprawled on your bed, bathing in the afterglow of the moment. "see you out there" he says with a wink and leans down to kiss her one last time; he draws it out, sweet and wanting.

joe closes the door behind him and not even seconds later, you hear wesley shout, "quinn, i knew you had it in you, you filthy animal".

[firewolf-pyro]

13. CHRIST’S MASS

The soft sound of cheery Christmas music sounds across the open communal part of the science facility. People are absolutely everywhere dressed in ugly Christmas or holiday sweaters. There are Christmas trees and decorated alien plants set up around the walls and some holiday themed rugs are set up under them with some small piles of presents under each. At the center of the large open area there are tables set up with themed snacks and pastries. Anis stood talking with her second, Lesly at the back of the room. Anis is wearing a traditional cat nun outfit while Lesly is wearing a gaudy ugly green Christmas tree themed sweater. Lesly grimaces a bit as he points to the lift that was coming up from the lower levels of the facility. Henry, who was not dressed in any sort of cheary holiday for, stepped out into the open space. He is not dressed in anything more than some medical garb with a loose fitting jacket around his shoulders. He looks to be hanging back staying at the lift’s side out of the way.

Henry lifts his hand and carefully presses it into his eyes. A grimace pulls its way across his face as old memories from back on Earth wrack him. Way back in his small apartment living room, mostly empty besides a few very modern looking pieces of furniture he leaned on the windowsill. There beside him sits some holiday themed lights but otherwise the room is devoid of any holiday cheer. Behind him he hears Kendra make her way into his apartment.

“You’re always invited to my place if you’ve got nowhere else to go this holiday.” A soft clink can be heard at the window as Henry pushes it open. Though it is not actively snowing outside, the dark winter night beyond seems to be very frigid and cold. Henry inches closer to the window’s edge on his knees and peers out over the edge. Behind him, Investigator Jones pipes up.

“Come over to my family’s holiday festivity’s Henry, my boy. I know your relationship with your own is a little rough. Don’t worry about it at all.”

Henry stands up from where he is kneeling, edging closer and closer to the open window. He stops only when the sound of a door behind him clicks open. He had thought they wouldn’t come in, he had thought they were just stopping by to drop something off. He wasn’t expecting them to actually come into his apartment. He wasn’t expecting them to witness the atrocity he was about to commit.

“HENRY!” Kendra shrieks -rushing over to him to yank him backwards away from the window. They both tumble to the ground, Henry visibly crying as Kendra clings to him with both of her hands as she holds him in a tight hug.

As Kendra soothes him the memory shivers away back to the overly cheery scene from before. Henry blinks away some tears as the lift behind him dings and opens. A blue Dalek casing rolls out and turns to look up at Henry who is trying to hide that he has been crying. He looks away from the Dalek. Behind Blue Olesia steps out from the lift. She is wearing a red sweater with some holiday design on the front. The Dalek is wearing a scarf and in its manipulator arm it is carrying a second sweater along with a holiday cap. Neither have noticed the red puffy eyes of Henry’s quite yet.

“Oh there you are! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! I admit I was starting to get a little worried.” Olesia grins and quickly takes the two items from Blueton to bring them over to Henry. She pauses in her step only a moment as she notices Henry’s puffy red eyes. Finally.

“You… Are in emotional distress?” Blueton moves away from the lift’s entrance around to Henry’s side. The trio now is facing the rest of the crowd in the room though Olesia is fussing with the fabric in her own arms uncomfortably. Even despite the Dalek, emotional tension was always unwelcome.

“Okay… No, now I am worried.” She offers Henry the goofy sweater. Henry glances down at it then goes to take it. He hesitates before taking it from Olesia’s grasp and begins to shed the jacket to put the sweater on.

“Thanks… I’m just- this is my least favorite holiday.”

Henry sniffs as he pulls the holiday sweater on. There is a reindeer with a red nose on the front of it.

“Explain?” The Dalek lifts his eyestalk to look at Henry for a moment before turning it to continue watching the people in the room around them. They all seemed very happy about being in the open space surrounded by others they knew. Coworkers were clustered in their preferred groups at tables or standing around in the areas around the trees. It was lovely, bustling.

“I’d prefer not to.” Henry admits as he runs his hands up and down his upper arms. He gives himself a self hug whilst leaning against the wall behind him taking a moment to just exist here beside the two friends of his .

“It’s alright Henry.” Olesia sighs before looking to Blueton. With a sad smile she hooks her finger at him asking him to follow her.

“We’ll be right back, Henry. I’m going to get you a drink.” She explains and Henry stands up from the wall finally. A drink sounded like a great idea currently. If he was expected to hang out around all of these loud, cheery individuals then he might as well be a little buzzed.

“Wait, Blue- could you stay? I… Do need to talk to you about something.” Henry steps in front of the Dalek -between it and Olesia. The Dalek glances from Henry back to Olesia while Olesia smiles and nods to Henry.

“Okay, just don’t make a scene-…” Olesia purposefully jolts her head towards the crowd where Rose and The Doctor were interacting with some of the other’s in the room. She gives a soft chuckle before turning and vanishing into the crowd leaving the two where they were against the wall.

The blue casing returns to Henry’s side against the wall. They both stood watching the crowd in front of them in a quiet manner. People watching like this really helped Henry center himself. He needed to be centered now with what he was about to ask.

“What did you wish to discuss with me?” The Dalek pipes up finally after a moment of silence. They look to Henry for just a moment before continuing to watch the crowd in front of them.

“I… Lied- I don’t want to talk to you about anything… I just didn’t want to be left alone again- and no offense but you couldn’t carry much of anything let alone some drinks for us…” He stammers and coughs at the very end before moving a bit closer to the Dalek Casing. He couldn’t bring himself to ask. The eyestalk quickly looks back at Henry as their sides contact each other. They wouldn’t move away, knowing humans tended to need physical comforting like this when they weren’t feeling well.

“Okay…” They look at Henry up and down before continuing,

“What is the point of this holiday? I do not understand…” They look back towards the trees covered in decorations. They did not understand the point of covering them in strands of cloth or plastic.

“There is no point to any holiday, honestly.” Henry sighs in an irritated way before relaxing against the Dalek casing. It was giving off a rather comforting warmth he just could not resist.

“The only point seems to be making you spend incredulous amounts of money, feel left out when others can’t or won’t spend on you and feel forgotten when you aren’t invited to a family event.” He grumbles as he watches the people continue their idle chatter. The music changes to something more rock’n roll modern as someone calls for peoples attention at the front of the room.

“I do not understand- why celebrate it if it is so negative?” He looks up at Henry for a good long while as Henry shifts around uncomfortably bedside him. He eventually busies himself with playing with the scarf tied around the Dalek’s casing. Anything to distract from the feelings swelling up in his chest.

“Because it’s meant to be a celebration of life and such. Like- for some it’s the birth of a god, for others it's the continuation of the year.” He grumbles before stopping his fussing with the fabric. His gaze turns to stare into the crowd that is now all facing away from them. Someone was talking over the radio but he couldn’t quite catch what they were saying over the sound of the chattering crowd.

“What changed it for you?” Blue’s eyestalk lingers on Henry for a long moment before turning back to watch the crowd. It seems someone in the front of the room is addressing the crowd but we barely hear it in the back of the room over the pair’s conversation and music.

“I guess.. Everything. I grew up. I grew distant.” He looks back to Blueton for a brief moment before continuing.

“I just… I can’t stand the feeling of being forgotten. The intense loneliness over the holidays.” He brings his hand back up to his face to wipe at his eyes.

“I… Understand the emotional response. I understand the logical reaction to being forgotten. It is a betrayal of your hive, of your empire… Your… Family.” He turns to look away again before turning his casing into Henry to jostle him. He too was uncomfortable with where this conversation was headed. It was too- well? Too emotional.

“Olesia is taking her time, we should go find her.” Blue begins to move away from the wall giving Henry enough time to stand up from it. Henry hesitates to follow Blue for a moment before jogging up to his side to follow him into the crowd of people.

The blue casing cuts through the crowd, people moving away from it like it had the plague. Behind it Henry tries to stay right on Blueton’s tail as they make their way through the crowd towards the front. Olesia’s laugh can be heard from the distance and when the people part in front of Blue, they reveal her standing at a table with different punches, wines and other drinks set out on it. She is talking with a blue humanoid, Doctor Bastion. They both seem to be enjoying their conversations- Bastion holding one glass of clear sparkling liquid while Oleisa is holding two glasses of what might be red wine.

“I know! And the possibilities of using that replication process in other species could mean great things for bio-technologies!” Okesia grins then glances towards the splitting crowd as Blueton and Henry emerge from it. Her demeanor seems to straighten up somewhat as she sees them.

“Ah… Ahem.. We should continue this discussion later.” Bastion eyes the Dalek with a cautious gaze, stepping back to make room for the blue casing. Henry scrambles up beside him- only giving Bastion a quick glance. It was difficult to stay on the Dalek’s tail in such a dense crowd as people were keen on making room for it but Henry? Well Henry was just another one of them, so logically he would require less space, less caution to be around.

“You were taking too long so we went looking for you.” Henry smiles over to her before looking at what she was holding. He holds a hand out expectantly but she just kind of looks at him lost for a second before handing the second drink to him. She had been enjoying her conversation about the possible uses for the newly discovered virus.

“Hah- sorry, Bastion-“ Olesia starts, though she’s instantly interrupted by Bastion,

“Doctor- Bastion.” He corrects sharply. Olesia gives him a look before continuing.

“Bastion and I got to talking about the replication processes of viruses.” Olesia chuckles then looks to Blueton with a wide contented look. She wondered if this conversation would interest him at all.

“I’m pretty sure you would be able to school these scientists on their studies here, Blue- but they’ve asked me not to tell you about much of what they’re studying down here.” She sighs and takes a sip from her glass. She then looks from her glass to the Dalek’s manipulator arm. That device was how they ‘ate’ right?

“Why?” Blue looks to Olesia in a confused manner before Bastion again pipes up beside her.

“Let’s not talk about this here during the holiday’s. I can explain our reasoning later on.” Bastion quickly states in a hurried sort of way. He sips carefully at his drink which makes his whiskers dance about the glass a bit. Just being around this killer made him nervous.

“Blue, tilt your arm like this-“ Olesia takes hold of Blueton’s manipulator arm and tilts it up a bit then guides the suction cup end to be tilted up like a cup. She looks to her own glass of red wine before curiously pouring a bit of her drink into the manipulator arm’s cup.

“Olesia what-“ The whole casing gives a startled shutter as the liquid touches the cup’s surface. The liquid is drained almost as soon as it is placed into the cup, instantly determined not to be toxic but rich in polyphenols which the nanites needed to replenish to be used as antioxidants for later.

“Olesia- what the hell are you doing?! You don’t know if they can even process alcohol-“ Henry steps around Blue’s casing and pushes Olesia’s glass away from the manipulator arm. Olesia lifts it up and away to prevent any from spilling as Henry steps between her and the Dalek. Blue however was taking a second to process the new taste- bitter, rotten- yet sweet.

“Come off it, these things suck the flesh from the bones of the people they’ve slaughtered- a bit of red wine’s not going to hurt it.” Bastion snorts in an amused sort of way as he stares into the Dalek’s eyestalk. The pupil in shrunken into a fine point as the Dalek begins to taste just what was introduced into their external stomach. There was no way of spitting it out as the technology deeming it as useful.

“DISGUSTING- how can you DRINK this fluid with a straight face???” They wince as their eyestalk lifts and turns to stare Olesia right in the face. She smirks and takes another sip of her wine. The idea of making the Dalek as drunk as possible came to her suddenly - and the idea of a drunk Dalek brought a chuckle to her.

“Some more would not be refused- if you do not mind.” Blue hums in a much quieter tone. They reach their manipulator arm past Henry towards Olesia again. Henry, looking baffled, steps between them again.

“No, no! You will not be needing any more than that. Blue we should dump your system- it could be poison to you!” Henry insists and carefully tries to lower the Dalek’s manipulator arm. The pupil in the eyestalk is wide now, showing the contentment in this situation. So they did care?

“It will not, though I will oblige with your concerns and refuse the next offered drink.” They lower the manipulator arm and turn so that both Olesia and Henry are at its side. Bastion makes another snorting noise of amusement.

“But… Okay but I will be watching you for signs of lethargy-“ Henry looks through the neck vents as he pulls the scarf down a bit to peer into the casing. They were greeted with a content looking mutant in the mutant hold of the casing.

“You are not a medical specialist, Henry.” Blueton insists, turning his eyestalk towards where he was peering into the casing from. Olesia let out a cackle of amusement.

“Okay the two of you. There’s going to be a holiday dance and I’d like to escape this hall before then. Just- let’s get going.” She downs the rest of her drink and waves goodbye to Bastion. Bastion bows his head to her as she takes hold of Blueton’s scarf and uses it to drag him away from the table.

“Yeah- I don’t know anyone here well enough to want to get to talking with them let alone dance.” Henry gives a dry chuckle before following behind Blueton yet again back through the crowd. The trio vanishes into the crowd of people leaving Bastion standing alone by the drinks.

Later, the trio are all sitting facing each other in the quiet hospital wing. Olesia and Henry are sat in the bed facing Blueton, the curtains are drawn and there are some sparkly garlands around the edge of the track they are set into. Henry has a pleasant smile on his face and there is a glass of alcohol in both Olesia’s and Henry’s hands. A bottle of some kind of alcohol is sitting on the bedside table, flowery decorations covering most of its green surface.

“So, explain to me again the point of this holiday?” Blueton insists as both Olesia and Henry take a swig of their drinks. In the distance there is the soft sound of holiday music coming from the party above them.

“To feel lonely amongst your friends and family.” Henry takes another swig before Olesia shoots in with her own idea of the holiday.

“Just to celebrate and be merry!” She giggles and pokes Henry on the side with her pointer finger. He glares at her for a moment before returning to a soft smile.

“She’s had a better experience with the holiday than I have. Only recently has things been well again family wise… Well- I include Olesia, Jones and Kendra under that title…” He sighs, taking another long drink from his glass. Once empty he goes to refill the glass.

“I’m sorry, Henry… I’m hoping things will get better for you- for us again.” She looks to Blueton, an expectant gaze to her. She clearly wanted confirmation for this expectation. An expectation to be freed and or allowed to resume a normal average life.

“I… Will attempt to make your lives improve if you remain loyal to my cause.” Blueton insists after looking between Henry and Olesia. Both look visibly disappointed in this decision.

“That… That is just one of many reasons we have issues trusting you.” Olesia leans over to rest her shoulder against Henry’s. He smiles a bit at the physical gesture. The comfort in having another like yourself to lean against. It was something the Dalek would likely never have.

“Explain?” He continues to look back and forth between the two. He couldn’t understand how asking for their loyalty was a means for them to distrust him.

“We get that your cause is important in the long term- but… People should also matter, individuals should also be important to you.” Henry gestures to himself then over to Olesia. She smiles a bit. They should be given a choice to follow, not be forced into a revolution they- species wise- had no reason playing a part in.

“It’s okay to fall for us, for individual peoples. We won’t betray you- if you start to let us in a little.” Olesia smirks a bit trying to make the situation more playful than serious. The Dalek looks away from the both of them. He understood her insinuation there though was not willing to even consider the idea of… Any sort of relationship other than what they were currently. Whatever this was, currently.

“I… Can attempt … To allow you both in but no more inferior species.” Blue admits before going quiet again. Both Henry and Olesia sit up in their spots, a hopeful look on their faces. The more access to Blue’s mental state they gained the more likely they would be to convince it to release them. Though it could be slammed closed on them at any moment and if the being began to suspect them and their plans.

“That’s all we want, Blue. Honestly…” Henry glances towards the hall for a moment before standing. Olesia sits where she is, just staring over Blueton’s form. They needed it to trust them, and believe they trusted it. It would make things a lot easier for them in the long run.

“Just try and trust us.” He wraps his arms around the casing and peers into the neck vents. Neither one was expecting the Dalek to comply. They were expecting it to completely deny, to become stubborn and to remain arrogant.

“I simply do not want to lose my other’s again.” Blueton admits in a quiet tone. Olesia leans over to watch them both. They were curious about this admission. So they were bonding? It certainly sounded like the Dalek was admitting to it, bonding to them.

“Then let us in, help us prepare ourselves to stay out of danger.” She stands up to peer into the eyestalk of the Dalek. There is no response from the Dalek.

The trio stay comfortably in the hospital wing. They relax, content to listen to the soft holiday music trickling down into the wing from the party above them. The decorated floor above them remained full of chattering, dancing people. The Doctor and Rose Tyler both are enjoying their holiday drinks. Bastion and Lesly are talking by the drink stand while Anis is standing amongst her peers in the crowd. And at the center of it all stood witness a giant decorative tree.

[rip-us-xoxo]

Infatuated- Draco Malfoy x Reader (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 26, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Request-Hi!! May I request a Draco and Hufflepuff reader with prompts 3, 7, 9 from the Christmas list? Maybe they’re in the great hall and she’s all dressed up for Christmas and Draco is just infatuated with her❤️❤️

A/n- I looove Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader imagines! Thanks for requesting, hope you like it! By the way, this is very stereotypical, but that’s because I fit the Hufflepuff stereotype to a tee so I am just using my own personal experience.

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Warnings- None :)

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Christmas, your favorite holiday. For more than one reason, there were cookies, present giving, and cute sweaters you can wear. But the best thing was that you got to do all of that with your boyfriend. 

It was Christmas break and your parents went on a trip to go visit your grandparents. You stayed behind because, one, you really didn’t like traveling, and two, Draco was staying behind at Hogwarts for Christmas too so you wanted to stay with him. 

You were one of the only Hufflepuff’s to stay behind for Christmas, most of them went back home to spend it with their family. But your lack of friends wasn’t going to ruin your Christmas spirit! 

You spent about two hours getting dressed for Christmas, your outfit consisted of festive leggings, an ugly Christmas sweater that lit up, festive socks, and finally, reindeer ears. 

You were visibly shaking with excitement while you were walking to the Great Hall, freshly baked cookies, courtesy of you, in your hands. You also had your bag slung around your shoulder, trying to take out a Christmas present you had for Draco out of it. 

Once you entered the Great Hall, you were struggling with everything in your hands. Draco, who was slumped over at the Slytherin table awaiting your arrival, noticed your struggles and hurried over to help you because the last time you dropped your plate of cookies you didn’t stop crying for hours which broke Draco’s heart. 

“Darling,” Draco panicked and held his arms out, waiting for something, or someone, to fall. You looked up suddenly, arms all tangled up, and smiled. 

“Merry Christmas, I brought cookies!” you beamed and held out the plate to him, the creases on your face from your smile making Draco swoon. “They smell delicious,” Draco cooed and took them from you before placing a kiss on your forehead. 

A few boys snickered at you both as they walked into the Great Hall. Draco sent a glare their way before looking back at you and smiling, you looked so cute to him at the moment. Your outfit, the fact that you baked cookies, and the gleeful look you had on; he was just besotted with you. 

“You are too adorable with those reindeer ears,” Draco commented and played with one of the bells hanging off of the antler that made it much more festive. A blush painted your cheeks as you looked down toward the floor and started rocking back and forth on your heels, “Thank you.”. 

You looked back up at him and looked over to the Hufflepuff table. “Well, I better go sit down,” you told him and started walking. Draco grabbed you by your bicep and pulled you back, “Nonsense. You’re sitting with me,” he scoffed and grabbed your hand, pulling you over to the Slytherin table. 

Once you two sat down, Draco immediately pulled you into his side and grabbed you a plate, putting food on it. He placed all of your favorites on the plate and handed it to you, “Here you are love.”. “Thank you!” you exclaimed and immediately dug in. Draco grinned down at you which made a few Slytherins snigger.

“Oh shut up, Zabini,” Draco growled and Blaise just shrugged his shoulders before chuckling again and talking with the others. He looked back over at you and placed his head in his hand, resting his elbow on the table just admiring you. 

He found everything about you adorable no matter what. It was like you two were made for each other. Draco protected you with everything he had and you helped him to be a better version of himself. You looked over at Draco to see him staring at you causing more blush to spread across your cheeks. 

“I’m just that adorable, aren’t I?” you joked, but Draco was dead serious. “Yes, yes you are,” he said and scrunched his nose shaking his head all cutesy, making you giggle. His heart thumped at the noise and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder before leaning down to whisper in your ear. 

“You know what? I don’t want this feast because you look much more delicious right now,” he whispered, making your whole body go scarlet. “Draco, stop,” you giggled and hid your face in his chest. 

“Only telling the truth, darling,” he said, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh my Godric,” you laughed and hit his chest before pulling away and going back to eating. 

“What? I am just infatuated with you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. So get used to it darling, or else you’ll be in for a wild ride for the rest of your life,” he told you before eating as well. You only giggled but your heart was going a million miles a minute. 

Did he just proclaim that you two were going to be together forever?

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xoxo

[davidlcki]

christmas!battinson?! kissing under the mistletoe? snow fights in the garden? baking cookies? PLEASE

wayne manor christmas

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU ANON THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! happy early holidays everyone! i hope you all enjoy, although my writing skills aren’t at 100% currently.

pairing: pattinson! bruce wayne/ reader

warnings: none :)

you woke up this morning with a start. bruce however was not ready to get up, moaning tiredly as you roll over on top of his sleeping figure.

“bruce! come on let’s get up!” you whisper shout as you card your fingers through his black hair. he opens one eye to peer down at you.

“what’s the occasion?” he asks sarcastically, his voice was low and hoarse from sleep. you roll your eyes and sit up, tugging him by his arm until he unwillingly stands up. once he was on his feet and you smothered him with kisses, he began to perk up and even show you one of his rare smiles. what made this morning better was the snow that was steadily falling outside. it was christmas morning and you were too eager to head downstairs and exchange presents with bruce.

“here’s yours my good sir” you hand the present to him gracefully and watch eagerly as he rips off the wrapping. his eyes visibly light up as he observes your gift to him. it was an expensive watch that he had been eyeing for MONTHS but never got around to buying.

“my watch! i love it, thank you honey” bruce kisses your lips gently and you could feel him smile against you. “here, open yours”

you open the present quickly, too excited to see what lies inside. once pulling the box open, you were met with the most beautiful necklace you’d ever seen. he knew your taste perfectly. you were too afraid to ask how much it cost.

“bruce! it’s beautiful, thank you!” you nearly knock him backwards as you throw your arms around him and kiss him all over for the second time that day. the two of you spent another hour, talking and opening your smaller gifts for each other. before deciding to bake cookies for the christmas party you were hosting tonight.

“do we really have to host the party?” bruce asks, to which alfred gives a glare.

“yes, master wayne. it would be good for you to connect with some old friends, don’t you think?”

“plus we can show off our christmas decorations” you give an encouraging smile and pull out the christmas cookie ingredients.

baking took a lot longer than it should have. you were either throwing flour at each other, or shielding the raw dough from bruce who would have eaten it all if you let him. but alas, you eventually got the cookies baking in the oven.

“mission accomplished!” you high five bruce, which creates a cloud of flour. bruce had white handprints all over his clothes, and on his nose and cheeks.

“you got a little something” you point at your own nose, and bruce gives you a scowl.

“really? i didn’t notice” he throws sarcasm at you, and sticks his hand into the pile of flour on the counter. before you could react, he had rubbed it all down your face and shirt.

“oh my god!” you smack his hands away and gasp with shock, although a smile was tugging at your lips.

the two of you ended up showering while the cookies baked, and by the time you were finished getting ready, people were arriving for the party. you and bruce were in ugly christmas sweaters that you insisted would be cute to wear as you greeted guests that arrived. you enjoyed catching up with old friends, and even though bruce wasn’t enthusiastic, you could tell he enjoyed the socializing at least a little bit.

you both had an overwhelming feeling of normalcy, not having to worry about crime in the city as much, it seemed batman’s presence had really made it die down. it felt good to be able to breathe, and have something as normal as a party.

an hour in, the two of you were socially drained. you stood off under a wide doorframe, lost in a conversation that you didn’t have to force out like around guests. suddenly, bruce looks up. furrowing your brows, you follow his gaze and notice a mistletoe hanging above the two of you. you look back at him, giving him that ‘really?’ stare, along with a playful smile.

“did you plan this?” you cock your head to the side, bruce copies your head tilt and steps closer to you.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” he shrugs and places a hand on your waist. his other hand gracefully balanced a wine glass. you on the other hand, nearly spilled your drink down his back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you connected your lips with his, the kiss was passionate, a kiss reserved for when it’s just you and him (how convenient that the mistletoe is just out of the party’s eye?). no matter how long you’ve known bruce, every kiss felt like the first with him. the sparks never fade, but only grow stronger. hell, you felt like a highschooler.

the party flew by quickly with the help of being tipsy, and when you gave your farewells to all the guests you noticed the snow outside. the light from the moon bounced off of the powdery substance and you guessed there was maybe 2-3 feet of snow now. you gave bruce the look, and he immediately shook his head no.

“please!!” you clasp your hands together and show puppy eyes in a silent beg, and bruce quickly gives in.

in an instant you were in your winter clothes and out into the night, trudging through the snow filled garden with a childlike wonder in your eyes. you turned to bruce to speak to him, but were instantly met with a snowball to the shoulder. you gasp in fake shock, and you suddenly felt like you were in a gunslinger stand off. the two of you made eye contact, waiting to see who would make the first move. quickly, you run behind a bush and begin to create snowballs that you hurled at bruce. you managed to dodge (most of) them, but when you popped up from your bush again, you noticed he was gone. carefully, you creep through the garden, armed with two snowballs.

“bruuuuuuceeeee” you sing out teasingly, tossing the snowball up and down in your gloved hand. before you could even react, bruce pops out from behind a tree and charges at you. you manage to throw one snowball before he gets to you, and sends the two of you crashing to the ground. you let out a scream, followed by laughter from the both of you. you take a breath to calm down, but fall into a fit again at the sight of bruce’s face absolutely covered in snow.

“oh that’s funny?” he teases, grabbing your face and shaking the snow off of him onto you.

“hey, hey!!!” you grab his own face to stop him, the two of you were now dripping with melted snow. you kiss one of the snowflakes off of his cheek near the corner of his mouth, and when you pull back he catches you in another kiss on the lips. you smile against him and kiss back eagerly.

“can we go back inside now?” bruce’s voice was shaking slightly as he smiled at you, and it made you aware of how cold you were yourself.

“good idea”

[esmedelacroix]

27 days til' Christmas

going caroling with jung wooyoung ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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You and Wooyoung had been boring and practically rotting to death in your apartment with nothing to do. You randomly started singing "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" just because, well, yes. "Hey, I love that song," Wooyoung said looking up from his phone. He sang a log and soon the two of you could've made your own choir.

"Oh my god, Wooyoung! We should go caroling!" you declared putting your hands on his shoulders.

"We should go to the boys' houses too!" he added.

The two of you got all bundled up in matching sweaters. The first house you drove to was San's house. He opened the door after you rang the bell a million times. You immediately started singing "Silent Night" in beautiful harmony.

He tried to hold in his laughter but was pleasantly surprised at how good the two of you sounded. Once you were done you finished off with jazz hands and San couldn't contain his laughter, all three of you laughed together. "That was amazing, you lovebirds want to come in?" he asked, opening his door wider.

"Thanks but no thanks, we still have other houses to torment," you said, nudging Wooyoung.

Your next stop was Jongho's house, one of the funniest of Wooyoung's bandmates. The moment the two of you knocked on his door it swung open. You folded your hands like choir singers and began to sing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas' ' in harmony. Jongho, just being who immediately joined the two of you adding a beautiful harmony, the three of you clapped for yourself and his neighbor yelled at you all to shut up. "Are those matching sweaters?" Jongho asked. The two of you opened your jackets further to reveal the ugly sweaters you were wearing.

Jongho sent you off with some cookies he was making and the two of you ventured to Hongjoong's place. Seonghwa was over because you could see his car in the driveway. The two of them appeared at the door and started to sing “Jingle Bells” dancing along when you heard a loud—SLAM! Did he just—you thought to yourself before looking up to see the door in your face.

You and Wooyoung exchanged looks before laughing together. The door opened again to Seonghwa and Hongjoong again. "We're just joking," Hongjooong chuckled before hugging both of you.

"Why are you guys standing outside? Come in, you must be freezing!" Seonghwa worried before Wooyoung wrapped his strong arms around you.

"I'll keep her warm, don't you worry," he reassured as he looked down at your flushed face.

You were usually fine in the cold but Wooyoung couldn't help but notice that you were shivering quite a bit so he took some mittens on your cold hands and the two of you entered the nearest Café and got cozy with some hot cocoa.

Your plans didn't exactly work out then again you would sit in the amazing Café with some of the best hot cocoa you have ever had and end the night watching "Home Alone" off of some random kid's iPad(Every time the kid turned around the two of you quickly looked away and started whistling and trolling him).

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