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nfumbewalk · 4 months ago

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About Me: Very Abridged Synopsis

Wearing my favorite old & tattered Santa Muerte shirt, my urn necklace with Rodolfo's grave dirt & my sacred ankh both for spiritual purposes and in salute to Rodolfo's MC, the Free Souls.

So, about me post. All posts are about me, but this one covers favorites & shit. 😊

Current space: Not bad. As usual but abilities are heightened. Moon is Full & in Pisces. No wonder the energy is wild. I'm a Pisces rising. Always gets me!

My Astrology: Aquarius, Cancer moon, Pisces rising. Mercury conjunct Mars (natural magician), placements for natural necromancer as well. I'm on the more dangerous side of necromancy because of my astro makeup. You get more water & air, watch out! My makeup is Watery Air, Aquarius signature.

Path: Created myself, but catching on: Muerteria. A solitary path that not only venerates muertos, but works with them exclusively for all of life's highs and lows, trials and tribulations, and everything in between. Some of us use magic with our muerto(s), others do not. Muerteria celebrates independence of thought and actions. Each of us in Muerteria represent a Greater Whole. One requirement for Muerteria is to read The Kybalion, a book about the Seven (7) Hermetic Laws. This is a foundational text of Muerteria. There are others. Are there gods? No. And, no, the muertos are not gods either. Veneration does not mean worship.

Devotee of: Muerteria & Santa Muerte.

Personal:

Height: 4'9"

Weight: I ain't fat. Here's me & Aleister again: (clothes are so baggy, wearing a loose size 12 pants &a loose size large top). He's 5'8" but looks tall to me! That's the average height for men in my family. Though my grandpa Arthur, the Freemason, was only 5'4"!

Ok. Anyway.

Mental Health? No, not touching on that. Just know that I had electroshock therapy because of severe depression & it cured me. I'm overly anxious & have PTSD. I've had the same shrink for 12 years & just got a new therapist.

Felonies? Almost. Skated by with a very serious Misdemeanor. I could have stayed in jail for a year, year & a half. But the judge at my arraignment said 20 months! 😢

Sooo what did I like about jail? NOTHING!!!

What did I hate about jail? EVERYTHING, but especially how cold it is & you get 1 blanket, the horrible food, having no rights, earning privileges, the inmates, being so LOUD, and medical waking me up at 1 AM to check my blood pressure! Oh, I failed to mention the young woman (about 18) who murdered two of her own babies! Weirdo fucking freak.

Favorites -

Music:

I'll start with my early influences. My mom got me started very very early with The Rolling Stones. I'm a life long fan of theirs. My dad liked old country, so I was heavily influenced by Johnny Cash, mostly. There was a lot of Kenny Rogers and Conway Twitty as well.

My brother is 8 years my senior and when I was about 12, he got me into 80's New Wave and introduced me to Siouxsie Sioux at 13. I was in 💖love💖!!! I started looking into the punk movement, from there I found a vampire book. It had goths & goth music in it. Found Bauhaus!! Looked at them at the music shop & bought a CD. Instant love! Peter Murphy sounded similar to my other love: Bowie!! 💖

There is so much music that I love. Currently number 1 is The Sisters of Mercy. Right now, I also love Babes in Toyland, Catholic Spit, The Devil & The Universe, Aghast, Stereo Taxic Device, Cocteau Twins (only up to Treasure album - don't really care for shoegaze or dreampop), Dead Spells, Savages, Malefixio (Spanish).

Books -

Occult: ONLY books published before a certain point. I'd say around 1975 or so, but there are good ones later. I just prefer old ones before '75 because I've found much more stability, no fluffy shit (there's some, but that's New Age, not magic & Witchcraft, generally), there's less of the 'good' vs. 'evil' bullshit, and there were more secrets contained within without being easily discovered. I've found gems that have never reached the internet. Seriously!

Other books -

I only read non-fiction. Bio's and true crime are my favorite. "The Executioner's Song," by Norman Mailer is my all time favorite! It's a true crime novel. I'm a Gary Gilmore fan. "Shot in the Heart," written by Mikal Gilmore is better. "Deviant," by Harold Schechter is a good one about ***Ed Gein - who my dad spent time around as a kid*** in small town Wisconsin! It was some time before 1958. My dad was about nine (9) years old. Dad described him as goofy & Elmer Fudd like, dumb acting.

Oh yeah - my mom almost got picked up by Ted Bundy!! Yikes! But yes, seriously, he was in Oregon and she was his type of girl. She had fast instincts, luckily.

Food -

Too much to write. I'd never complete this!

Crystals -

Amethyst - most versatile & radiates HTDE strongly. It charges very quickly in grave dirt.

Shungite: Gets rid of EMF, the muertos love that! Plus they are drawn to the 99% carbon of which this stone is composed of. Humans are carbon beings & the muertos know this. Shungite gives them the energy of the living! So does Orgonite.

Smoky Quartz: Another stone that's versatile & vibrates HTDE strongly. It's very protective and will help with grounding. Wear or carry this stone to a new graveyard, it helps tune in and protects against hostile muertos.

Regular Quartz: This is a stone that I use for multipurpose uses. It's protective, brings in muertos, holds muertos (if properly programmed), empowers everything its used for!

Jet: Used for mourning. I wear it all the time. Yes, I know it's not a crystal. Nor is it heavy. Don't buy French Jet. It's glass.

Obsidian: It's good if you like it & has many properties, like protection and grounding, but a lot of muertos don't like it much. I guess it's too sharp? My muerto doesn't mind it, but he's just neutral about it.

I have a ton more fav crystals but more favorite shit to go...

People -

My hubby. We're glued together. Hermits. My son. A few friends. My dads friend Natasha. That's about it. I don't favorite celebrities.

Movies -

Old Hollywood stuff. Natalie Wood. Greta Garbo, Bette Davis. Joan Crawford, Joan Fontaine, Orson Welles, all Hitchcock, Roman Polanski films - like Rosemary's Baby, Repulsion & The Ninth Gate; newer movies piss me off. I don't need sex in my face. If I want that, I'll watch a porno.

What I'm Known For:

Having a shit ton of useless knowledge about everything. My medical prowess. Being stubborn to a point of such frustration that ppl wanna kill me. I'm just sayin' got an Aquarius signature! Being extremely forgetful but not on purpose. Try having 120-250 joules of electricity on yer head!! I told my son that & he went totally silent for 2 minutes. He knows what joules are. He's a physicist. 😕

I'm also known for my Barstad sarcasm & humor (mom's side), which can go far beyond normal. Lol! I'm very simple & easy to please but don't tell many about that, I'm a total tomboy, if that even exists nowadays? Growing up, I was with my dad a lot, so I lived & breathed cars & junkyards were my sacred ground. Still love cars & will talk about them for hours. Older cars, that is. I still dislike fuel injection, but that's mostly earlier fuel injections, like throttle bodies. Don't think they use those anymore, hells no!

See? Total geek. Love my muertos & my cars. Think my machinist grandpa likes my technical side. I'm still talking to him. I recently channeled my grandpa Arthur, but he came in garbled. Needs work! Love grandpa's!! My dad was a very good one. Sure miss him. 😢

I do have one secret favorite! Old football!! Da Bears! Dick Butkus! And Walter Payton! I've been outed! Hate modern football! Boring, whistle blows too much, too many fines & penalties! Let em play!

That's all! Hope you got through this post in one piece.

M.M. 💖💀💖

#witchblr #witchy vibes #witch aesthetic #necromancy #muerto #witchcraft #goth #about myself #long post #long reads

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pixels--galore · 2 years ago

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Fashion for Black Women in the '80s

The 80s are easy to recognize. This is where you will find your favorite trend! This decade was great. It was a decade of fast music, sporty cars, and televisions in every home. There were also new materials that improved the world. The 80s were anything but dull in everything they did. Everything, from music on the radio to people's hairstyles, was a little loud. The 80s saw many incredible things. It is impossible to list all the fantastic things that happened in the 80s. The 80s were a period of iconic fashion for both men and women. These are the top ten fashion trends from 1980. We can't name them all.

1. BIG HAIR

Perms, and more perms. Some people could have sailed Santa Maria and Pinta with their flows. Big bangs or curls were delicate no matter what hairstyle you desired. 80s hair. It wasn't small.

2. SPANDEX

Lycra was an innovative invention that revolutionized the world. Lycra was a popular fashion in the 1980s. Everyone wore spandex. Men, women, boys, girls, it didn't matter. Spandex was the new trend, and everyone knew it.

3. RIPPED KNEES

Jeans were the norm in a time when it was not fashionable to wear skin-tight leggings. All jeans were worn out. Regardless of whether you bought them from a store or made them yourself, all jeans were ripped to their knees. It was a horrible act of cruelty, Grandma.

4. LACEY SHIRTS

What should every shirt have? MORE SHIRTS. This was how they used to say it in the 80s. Frills were a part of every shirt. A button-up shirt is an excellent option. You can add some accessories to it. T-shirt? Let's find out if there are any other amenities. Are you looking for a bedtime dress? Frills are what you need for your bedtime gown. Prince has all the details.

5. LEG WARMERS

Have you ever heard someone say, "You know what?" while they were traveling? Even though the rest of my body is fine and my calves don't freeze, that didn't stop people from making leg warmers. These were pants to protect your calves.

6. HIGH-WAISTED JEAN

People didn't like wearing belts or couldn't reach their stomach buttons, so high-waisted jeans became popular. These mom jeans are now fashionable. They made a fashion statement. We don't know the type, but we know they made it.

7. NEON COLORS

Why go bold and large if you can stick to muted colors? It's absurd. It's why neon colors were so fashionable in the 1980s. The neons stood out on the skating rink in the black light skate.

8. MULLETS

Mullets: Baby, business at the front, party at the back Mullets were popularized only in the 1980s. Cool. Mullets were only sometimes trendy, but they were fashionable in the 1980s.

9. SIDE PONYTAILS

In the 1980s, symmetry was popular because ponytails were moved to one side of the heads. This trend is almost as famous as the mullet and causes a lot of head-scratching. They vanished forever.

10. SWEATSHIRTS - GET a 5% Discount

To show their stomachs, people often cut the bottoms off sweatshirts. Why is this combination? We don't know. Although this trend is widespread in all genders, I was most impressed by Kelly Lebrock's.

Do you have any of these items hidden in your closet? Old films and tapes could also be available. You may also have photos of your family wearing one of these styles. The legacy box is ready to receive them. It's the perfect time to preserve those memories and relive your best (or worst) moments. Fashion moments.

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dameronscopilot · 2 years ago

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All I Need

Benjamin "Benny" Miller x f!reader

Summary: Holidays are always difficult when Benny can't take leave from his deployment. But this year, unbeknownst to you, he will be home for Christmas.

Word Count: 2.1k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, established relationship, FEELS, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, Delta Force!Benny

Prompt: I'll be home for Christmas

DECK THE HALLS MASTERLIST

Despite exercising your best efforts not to get your hopes up, there’s still a heavy, disappointed ache in your heart when you climb into your empty bed on Christmas Eve, the glow from the lights decorating the front of your neighbor’s house leaking in through the blinds and illuminating your room with a dull glow.

Tossing back the comforter, you settle in, curled up in a ball on the left side⁠—because you somehow can’t bring yourself to do anything but that, even when Benny’s gone for months at a time. As if leaving that empty expanse of space on the right side of the mattress will bring him home to you faster, regardless of his orders.

This time around, he’s been deployed for nearly five months, and you just really fucking miss him.

It’s pathetic, really, but you’ve begun rationing the clothes left hanging on his side of the closet that still smell like him, the ones you’ve yet to flit around the house in for days on end, his comforting scent waning off of the material with each and every wear. And tonight, while it’s not exactly ideal for sleeping, you’re buried under the covers wearing Benny’s favorite flannel shirt—his go-to Christmas top, for the holidays he’s been home for, anyway.

When you bring the sleeve up to your face, letting the thick material brush against your nose, your body relaxes slightly as you inhale the hints of musk and cedar in the aroma that clings to it. Once your eyes begin to grow heavy, you let them flutter shut, and as you drift off to sleep, you can almost imagine that Benny’s there beside you.

“Wake up, baby.”

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of Benny’s voice, the deep, rich tone stroking your eardrums like thick, warm honey. If you could, you’d be content to lounge like a cat across the rise and fall of each and every syllable that rolls off of his tongue.

If only this were real.

You crave to hear his deep, rumbling register on days when he’s able to call home, but the dreams? They hurt. Because, without fail, and despite how frequently they come, they always drag your unconscious mind along with false hope until the rug ungracefully comes slipping out from under your feet, leaving you to wake up disappointed and alone.

There’s irony in the fact that you can’t even catch a goddamn break on Christmas morning.

“Baaaaaaabe.”

There’s more insistence in the sound this time. Groaning, you roll over, hugging the blankets tighter against your frame. And it’s only then that you begin to rouse from the fuzzy, tired edges of sleep, suddenly aware of the way your body has begun to sink toward the right side of the mattress, which is dipping under the weight of…

“Benny?!”

His name leaves your mouth in a rush, and your eyes fly open to find an achingly familiar pair of blue ones staring at you from across the pillow, bright and crinkled at the corners in amusement. Strands of blonde hair fall messily into Benny’s face, haphazard courtesy of the Santa hat perched on top of his head. His hair is longer now than before he left last time, and there are traces of a fading bruise lingering on his left cheekbone.

But he’s here.

Benny’s home.

You reach out in disbelief, fingertips skating across the bridge of his nose, and the smile that steals its way across his lips is radiant. The pang you’d felt in your chest moments ago is replaced by a bright, blooming burst of elation, a sharp, fizzing feeling that chases its way through your limbs from head to toe.

“Merry Christmas, honey,” he says, catching your hand and pressing a kiss to your fingertips before entwining them within his own.

As his hand slides into yours, your breath lodges in your throat at the comforting familiarity of the feeling of his calluses. It’s such a mundane thing, and you nearly feel ridiculous for the way your eyes fall shut for a moment of their own accord at the feeling of the prominent one at the base of his ring finger brushing against the soft skin of your palm, but it grounds you.

“I thought—” you choke out, voice thick with emotion.

“Pope found a way to make it happen,” he explains with a grin, and you can feel the happiness radiating off of him, which in turn envelopes you in a dizzying blanket of bliss.

Tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re here, Ben.”

“Hey, you can’t cry on Christmas morning,” he grouses softly, reaching out to brush away the tears trailing down your cheeks, though his own expression now mirrors the emotions within yours.

At that, you lean in close. Benny’s hand immediately comes up to cup the back of your head as you press your lips to his, and you revel in the brush of his stubble against your chin as he kisses you tenderly. A cascade of feelings weave through your chest as his scent envelopes your nostrils; it’s far stronger than the wisps that linger in his closet, tinged with hints of the brisk chill outside.

Benny’s nose brushes your cheek, and his tongue probes at the seam of your lips until you part your mouth, granting him access. For all the nights spent lying in bed imagining his presence, nothing can compare to the feeling of Benny’s body heat as you melt against him, already boneless in his embrace.

Without warning, you feel yourself being lifted as Benny pulls you on top of him. You sit up slightly, straddling his waist as you take advantage of the opportunity to look down at him, your hands skating across the black cotton t-shirt covering his chest. There’s so much fondness in his eyes as he meets your gaze, unhindered affection that he readily gives you spades—it always leaves you feeling weightless, breathless.

“Nice shirt,” he comments, reaching up to tug gently on the collar, eyes not missing the way you’d not bothered to button it up past the middle of your chest.

Grasping the Santa hat by the white ball at the tip of it, you pluck it off of his head and drop it onto your own, winking down at him. “I missed you.”

One of Benny’s large hands comes to rest high up on your bare thigh, his thumb stroking your skin, and you shiver at the amount of intimacy packed into such an inconsequential action. “I missed you so goddamn much, baby.”

“Now I feel bad that I didn’t decorate this year,” you lament.

After hefting down one of the boxes of decorations from the attic, you’d left it unopened in the corner of the living room for days, unable to muster up even a morsel of enthusiasm to so much as hang up a stocking.

Now, knowing that Benny had crossed oceans to be home with you, you wished that you’d at least wrestled with the tree to set it up in its rightful spot in the corner beside the fireplace in the living room.

He shakes his head, reaching up to pull your face down to his, and he murmurs against your lips, “Fuck the decorations. You’re all I need,” before kissing you hard.

With his lips still latched to yours, Benny’s fingers begin to undo the buttons on your shirt, and he groans into your mouth appreciatively when it falls open, his hands roaming the naked expanse of skin underneath. You rock your hips in his lap at the feeling of his thumbs trailing over your pebbled nipples, and Benny’s mouth momentarily departs from yours to lavish your breasts.

A whine crawls up your throat as he lavishes circles around one of your nipples with his tongue before closing his lips and sucking on it. Your hands crawl up his shirt in return, eagerly pushing up the material, fingers running over his chest hair.

He lifts himself up slightly, allowing you to pull the shirt off over his head, and you shrug the flannel off in return, tracking the unabashed hunger written across his face once your breasts are fully on display. The weight of Benny’s attention is a heady, magnetic thing—it never fails to take your breath away, the complete and utter focus with which he worships your body.

Benny sits up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist, and he gently wraps a hand around the side of your neck. Pressed up against the solid expanse of his chest and snugly nestled in his lap, you keen when Benny shifts beneath you, the stiff line of his erection dragging against the apex of your thighs.

“I made you breakfast,” he says, voice rough as you begin to subtly grind down against his shaft, and you suddenly pick up on the scent of food wafting into the room that you’d been too distracted to notice before, too engrossed in Benny’s presence. “But I think it can wait.”

“It can definitely wait,” you gasp as he firmly grasps your hips, holding you still while he shamelessly ruts up into you.

Benny snakes a hand between your bodies, hooking a finger in the thin fabric of your panties and pushing them aside to probe at your slick folds. He doesn’t hesitate to slip a finger into your entrance, groaning as it slides effortlessly through the pool of arousal gathered there. You can tell how eager he is by the way one digit quickly turns to two pumping in and out of your channel.

He leans in, grunting against the shell of your ear, “Always so fuckin’ wet for me, honey. Been dreaming about this since the night I left.”

Dripping with need, you pull his cock from the confines of his boxers, and his forehead drops down against your shoulder for a moment when you begin to stroke his length, thumb swiping over the precum leaking from the tip. With your panties still pushed aside, Benny lines you up with the head of his shaft, and both of you moan in unison as you slowly begin to sink down onto him, swallowing his thick cock into the tight, wet warmth of your cunt.

You know that later, Benny will take his time with you. He’ll kiss you languidly, lips blazing a hot trail from head to toe across each dip and curve of your naked body as his hands re-familiarize themselves with every inch of you. He’ll spread you out beneath him, licking his way into your hot core until you’re a trembling mess in his arms. He’ll massage your inner walls with his cock over and over across every surface of the house, until you’re both too spent and fucked out to do anything but curl up together and fall asleep with his length still buried inside of you.

But right now? Neither of you can wait.

Neither of you has the patience to savor the way your walls stretch to accommodate his shaft, your tits bouncing with the steady rhythm of his deep, powerful thrusts.

It’s been too long, too many nights with your fingers messily plunging into your pussy while Benny sends you a dark, grainy photo of his cock from halfway across the world, flushed and leaking as he fists himself to an image of your hands fondling your breasts. Too many nights spent unfulfilled by the vibrator tucked away in your nightstand, the feeling of which pales in comparison to the way Benny’s thick cock fills you up so completely.

And beyond that, your entire body is hypersensitive, alight with a mess of emotions, still teetering on the edge of another fresh wave of tears of joy—because you know this man moved mountains to get home to you for Christmas.

How the fuck did you get so lucky?

Benny’s breath grows ragged as he continues to drive his shaft into you, his hands gripping you tightly, and his mouth seeks yours out once more, lips engulfing yours with desperation. Your skin prickles as heat licks its way through your abdomen. He feels the way your muscles tighten in his grasp, and Benny reaches down to play with your throbbing clit.

The pressure of his fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves is your undoing, and the coiled tension inside of you snaps, your walls spasming and contracting as you gush on Benny’s cock. In turn, he bites down on your lower lip as he groans and roughly slams into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt, shaft pulsing as empties himself deep inside of you.

After a few moments pass, Benny looks at you, a warm chuckle rumbling in his chest as he notices the red hat still seated atop your head.

He swiftly rolls sideways, flipping you over so that he’s hovering above you, and ducks down to kiss you again before stealing the hat back with a mischievous grin.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 3 years ago

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Don't let me fall from the sky.

Male Reader x Sza

Request - A Christmas request - male reader x Sza. Where they are a couple and they have a great Christmas with each other. Such as SZA (wearing a nothing but reader’s Christmas sweater and her panty) baking cookies and reader making dinner for both of them. At night Sza sings “Santa baby” and dances for reader. The reader does the same for Sza as singing and dancing to “can you stand the rain”.

You see Sza wearing your favorite Christmas sweater and she is smiling at you.

“You do know that is my sweater,” You said.

“You let me keep it, y/n,” Sza said.

“Wait, since when?” You asked.

“You always forget. Y/n, you are not that old” Sza teased.

You laughed “I am missing, two shirts and four hoodies now my Christmas sweater”

“You won't get them back,” Sza said and sticks out her tongue at you.

“Such a thief” You smiled.

She playfully smacked your arm. You wrapped your arms around her and she starts to kiss you passionately.

“Babe, let's cook something together for dinner,” Sza said.

“Sure, we can do that. You are in the mood for garlic bread, aren't you?” You said.

She nods “yeah and something sweet too. Let's go, cook before I get angry at you for no reason”

You laughed and followed her into the kitchen. You and Sza talked about what to cook a few minutes later you and Sza made a decision. Now you and Sza will try to cook balsamic-glazed chicken breast. You two Google the recipe and started to cook together.

While cooking together. She starts to sing Santa Baby. You watch her sing and she smiled and she starts to dance for you. She winked at you and you love it when she sings. You start to sing along with her and you can't stop smiling at her. She blows a kiss at you.

You told Alexa to play ‘Can You Stand the Rain’ New Edition. You start to sing and dance and she starts to sing along with you.

The chicken and garlic bread came out great. You and Sza start to eat together and talk about different subjects.

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Sza is craving something sweet. You and Sza use the Christmas cookie cutters on the cookie dough. The cookies are baked now you and Sza start to put frosting and sprinkles on them. She has frosting on her finger and she puts it next to your lips and you lick her finger.

“Yum,” You said.

“Let's watch a movie while we eat the cookies,” Sza said.

“Sounds good to me,” You said.

You and Sza put an extra blanket on the couch, she picked the movie. While watching the movie you and Sza start to eat the cookies.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

It's date night, You and Sza are going ice skating. Before going to the ice rink, you take a selfie with your girlfriend. Sza posted the picture on Instagram

“Let me see the picture,” You said.

“I think the picture came out great” Sza said.

She gave you her phone and you read what she wrote...

Date Night with my man 😍❤️❤️

“It came out great” You smiled.

“Yes, it did. Let's skate babe” Sza said.

You and Sza go onto the ice rink, you and Sza hold hands. She almost fell but you catch her on time. Now she is holding your hand a little tighter.

“Y/n, don't let go,” Sza said.

“I won't let go. Don't be nervous” You said.

“I just don't want to fall,” Sza said.

You and Sza keep skating around the ice rink. Then you and Sza went to sit down for a bit. You and Sza went to buy Christmas theme drinks and pastry. Sza took more pictures of you and the food.

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You go to the mall with Sza because she wanted to buy scented candles. She bought matching Mickey Mouse Santa Hats, she puts them on your head and you do the same for her.

“These new Christmas pajamas are mine, not yours,” You said.

“Are you sure about that?” Sza said and raised an eyebrow.

“I will make sure you won't steal it from me” You teased.

“Whatever, y/n,” Sza said

You know she will take it from you. Later, you go home with her and change clothes. Sza lit the new candle and she was to cuddle with you. She has on one of your shirts that you used to wear to bed.

“I actually thought I lost that shirt you stole from me,” You said.

“I didn't steal it. Plus, your shirts are so comfortable” Sza said.

You smile at her and she kissed you on the lips.

“You always look beautiful” You smiled.

“And I have a handsome boyfriend” Sza smiled

You and Sza watch the movie Elf.

#x male reader #male!reader #Sza x reader #Sza imagine #Sza x male reader #fanfic

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heroes-of-olympus-next-gen · 3 years ago

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"The World's best dad?"

Dedicated/Requested to @rue-cimon

New York during Christmas is a big mess with elaborate decorations. Annabeth was sitting on her laptop while Zoe was drawing next to her, and Charlie was watching something on the television. She was trying to figure what to get everyone for Christmas. "Zo what do you want for Christmas?" she asked her most difficult client for the holidays.

"I want Play doughs, A Barbie, bear plushies, a colouring set and surfing lessons." Zoe said.

"Surfing lessons?" Annabeth tried to hold herself from laughing. Zoe who just 6 months ago was afraid of water wanted surfing lessons as her Christmas present.

"What about you Charlie?" Charlie asked for various toys including a lightsaber.

Annabeth wrote down some more things for her list when Percy came back home with Sally who was going to look after the kids while Percy and Annabeth were going shopping for Christmas.

They went to several toy stores to get everything they needed. The lines were the worst, but there wasn’t anything they could really do about it. After 3 hours of shopping, they loaded the car with presents. “We outdid ourselves this year, didn’t we?” Percy asked as Annabeth was sitting at the driver’s seat.

“Every year we get better. What we going to do when we get home? It’s Christmas’ Eve.” Annabeth said.

“We can take everyone and go ice skating in Central Park and then come home and watch a Christmas movie. What do you think?”

“Sounds great.” She smiled.

When they returned home, Zoe and Charlie were watching Mickey Mouse's Christmas special. Sally had made her famous cookies, fresh out of the oven. Percy took two and came back to the living room.

“Mummy, I helped Nana make the cookies!” Zoe said excitedly.

“That’s why they were so good.” Annabeth replied to her daughter. Then she turned to Sally. “Thanks for looking them after.”

“Oh please. It’s always fun. They were very quiet.” Sally said.

Percy ate one more cookie. "Get ready. We are all going to Central Park." Percy said.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Zoe answered fully with excitement. She started running upstairs to get her stuff.

As soon as they arrived in Central Park it was very crowded. They had a lot of fun. After they finished skating they went to Starbucks to get hot chocolate.

“What movie do you want to watch?” Annabeth asked while going through the movies.

“Can we watch the Grinch?” Charlie asked her.

“Sure.” Percy and Annabeth sat on the couch with Zoe, Charlie, and Theo sitting between them. One and a half hour later, Theo had fallen asleep on Annabeth.

“All right, it’s time for bed. Santa won’t come if you are awake.” Percy warned them.

Annabeth was tucking Zoe in her bed. “Mummy? Is Santa going to bring me my special present?”

“What is your special present sweetie?” Annabeth asked her as Zoe climbed on her bed.

"Santa knows what my secret present is."

"I know what your secret present is." Charlie said playfully.

"No, you don't. Only Santa knows!"

"Do you want to tell me what your secret present is?"

Zoe motioned Annabeth to come closer. “I want a baby sister for Christmas. I wrote Santa a secret letter.”

Annabeth didn’t know how to react. “Really? You want a baby sister?”

“Yes mummy. Charlie has Theo. I don’t have someone to play with.” Zoe complained. “But Santa will figure it out, won’t he?”

“I am sure he will. Goodnight baby.” Annabeth kissed her and went to also put Theo to bed and then he gave Charlie a goodnight kiss.

Annabeth took some curls out of Theo’s eyes and closed the door of his room. “Zoe wants a baby sister.” Annabeth mentioned. She walked into their room where she found Percy without a shirt on. She was staring at him. “Keep staring like that and I am going to make Zoe’s wish come true.” He laughed and got in their bed.

“You already did.” She said as he lied next to him in bed. “A month ago. Does it ring a bell to you?”

Percy put his arm around her. “Yes, it does actually. It also reminds me to give you your Christmas present.” She got out of the bed and opened the wardrobe.

"Aren't I supposed to open it on Christmas?" Percy asked.

"This is an exception." She handed him a small box.

Percy ripped the wrapping and inside of it was a mug. "The World's Best Dad?"

"I saw it last week while getting to work and I couldn't resist."

"Thank you." He kissed her on the fourhead.

"Are we crazy for having a fourth one?” Annabeth asked.

“I don’t think so. We are going to be all right.” He kissed her on the lips. “She is going to be the best of both of us.”

“She?” Annabeth raised her head. “How do you know the baby is going to be a girl?”

“I just have a feeling about it. And Zoe asked for a baby sister. I'm sure Santa will figure it out.”

“Now that you say it, I think there is a chance that we are going to have a girl.” Annabeth said. “You are really good with Zoe. I am sure you would be great with a second girl.”

“Merry Christmas Annabeth.”

“Merry Christmas Percy.”

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popculturebuffet · 3 years ago

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House of Mouse: Mickey’s Magical Christmas: Snowed In At the House of Mouse: A Rope of Sand Review (Patreon Review WeirdKev27)

Ho ho ho all you holly jolly people! We’ve come to the end of my christmas reviews for the year (i’m saving Danny Phantom for next year, don’t you worry), as I take time to spend with my love ones, relax, and bask in the warm glow of christmas.

So with that it’s approriate to cap it off witht he final of the trilogy of house of mouse christmas specials: the DTV movie snowed in at the house of mouse. Like the last one it reuses wraparound material, shorts and what have you. But also like the last one it has more theatrical shorts, and unlike that one the wraparound is actually charming this time instead of a waste of a REALLY great premise. SO a nice little bit of christmas.

As with the last complation film, due to doing the other house of mouse christmas episode i’ve also done 2 1/2 of the shorts contained within. So like last time I did this with House of Villians i’ll be copy and pasting my reviews of those segments into this one, except for the christmas light fight as only a part of that segement made it over and frankly, most of it was spent on something they threw out, this monstrosity

That way if your just coming in for snowed in at the house of mouse you don’t have to redo those segments. It’s also.. weird being this close to done with House of Mouse. As I said last time i’m not going away from it entirely, i’ll return for the right episode.. but it’s going to be weird NOT having this show on my monthly schedule. It won’t be quite the same when I go back so i’m going out on a high next time. As for this time see what I thought of this movie, it’s shorts, and it’s holiday cheer under the cut.

Going segements first again since the wraparound ties things off more climactically again. Let’s a go.

Donald On Ice:

This one is pretty good but hampered by the ending. The boys build a snowman for a contest while donald skates with himself baby, and slides his way on over into some shenanigans. Again it works fine: the slapstick is pitch perfect, with mouseworks having really gotten what makes Donald work a lot of the time, and it goes a bit nuts in the best way possible as Donald gets chased by a mutant killer snow goon at one point.

Yup. No explination just a murder snowman. The boys snowman gets ruined in the process of the chase and.. donald gets chased off into the sunset.. because a snowman tried to kill him because he.. wanted to skate peacefully on his own? Yeah the ending sours what could’ve been a true classic, and thus weakens the whole short. Still might be worth a look just be wary of that.

Pluto’s Christmas Tree

One of only two shorts here that wasn’t recycled.. and it’s Chip N Dale.. and Pluto. Again

It’s what you’d expect from the title: Mickey finds a tree to chop down, dosen’t realize the two banes of my existance when their not two gumshoes who have our backs in it and they procede to torment pluto a bit who Mickey dosen’t seem to get has a reason for acting up. It’s still BETTER than a lot of these as Mickey dosen’t tourture the poor dog and Chip N Dale have a reasonable catalyst for their bullshit. Mickey chopped down their home and took it in his home. They just want revenge and to not get set on fire... oh yeah Mickey nearly sets Chip on fire because he imitated a santa candle. Or was it dale. Point is Mickey nearly set another rodent ablaze and angered his mousey god that’s the take away here.

It’s.. fine. Obviously the fact I typed that like a man who just had his toe stepped on by an innocent child means i’m not the target audience for this short but it’s decent enough and Mickey sparing the two rodents because it’s christmas, while being saranaded by his friends doing carols is really sweet. TLDR, not for me, but not bad. And for a Chip N Dale short that’s the highest praise I can give it. ood lord the one upside of not doing this is never having ot see those assholes outside of a trench coat or hawiaan shirt again unless I WANT TO. Hallejuah and holy shit where’s the tyllenol.

The Nutcracker:

This is another one of those big, beautiful two part shorts they did, the kind that really stuck with me all these years. This is easily the best of the two parters i’ve rewatched and were it not for the two part Blot short, which we’ll get to soon enough.

It follows the basic plot of the nutcracker well enough: A vaugely aged girl is given a nutcracker by her eccentric uncle, said girl shrinks down, dances and romances with the nutcracker. Then she gets kidnapped by the rat king who wants to make her his bride because that’s all villians could think of back then, the nutcracker breaks his testicles with a silver baseball bat, everyone’s happy and then you loose 20 minutes of your life watching the dance of the sugarplum faries. And that’s without having seen the play in 20 years, it’s homaged and redone like this that much.

This short has fun with that by using the narrator, who interacts with the cast. THe best of this is at the start when Ludvig, playing the uncle (Minnie is naturally the girl, Mickey the nutcracker and Donald the rat king), gets increasingly pissed off at the narrator not letting him speak and narrating over all his lines. Ludvig is always a delight but here he’ sin top form with just the best expressions. Eventaully the narrator gets fed up with this and LITERALLY throws him out of the story uncle phil style. IT’s great stuff.

Donald meanwhile grumbles about his roll and only agrees when the narrator lies and says he’ll win in the end which only works due to Donald’s war on literacy.

Finally we have Goofy showing up and the narrator refusing to get in the middle of his whose on first shenanigans, and goofy simply putting a hat on to signify he’s the snow fairy. It’s truly fantastic and the ending, with Ludvig becoming the sugarplum fairy, is great and lampshades how utterly pointless that segment is. A true christmastime classic. Check it out.

Mickey’s Christmas Carol And now for the real meat of this movie. Clocking in at 28 minutes, this is the longest work featured on House of Mouse, with the HOM cut chopping it down only slightly. But frankly it’s the perfect showstopper to this movie, and i’m glad I finally saw it as this special, i’ts more of a special than a short really, is a true christmas feast.

Like some other shorts we’ve covered, this takes Mickey and Co and transplants them into classic literature. And given this came LONG before Mouseworks and this very show, I feel those shorts later on wouldn’t of existed without this for good reason. Out of them this is the best, a nicely crafted, short and sweet take on Dicken’s well worn tale.

Like the other looks at classic literature, the beats are the same: Ebeneezer Scrooge, played here by Scrooge McDuck .of course, in Alan Young’s first time in his long career voicing scooge, is a wealthy old bastard who mistreats his only employee Bob Cratchet (Mickey Mouse), his nephew Fred (Donald Duck of course), and some guys coming to collect for the poor (Ratty and Moley from Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride), all while reveling in his greed. He’s then visited that night by the Ghost of his Partner, Jacob Marley (Goofy) who warns him of the grisly fate his past leaves him on bound by the chains of his sins and tells him three ghosts will be here to set him straight: The Ghost of Christmas Past, who shows Scrooge his past as he was a kind young man with a loving girlfriend and a nice boss who gave up love for greed, the ghost of christmas present (The Giant from Mickey’s take on Jack and the Bean Stalk) where he sees Bob Cratchet barely strugglyg to feed his family and support his sickly son tiny tim, and Future (played by pete ) where Tiny Tim and Scrooge is dead, the latter unloved. Scrooge turns things around, donates a bunch to the poor, offers to go to freds and makes Cratchet partner. It’s a story we all know and love evne if it’s been told so. many. times.

So rather than go blow by blow, i’d rather go into why this special is so amazing. For starters we have the main reason: Alan Young as Scrooge. This is his first time playing the character in an actual story (having done some records before this), and he nails it, steps into the roll like he was born for it and let’s be real, he totally was. Scrooge’s greed, selfishness and arrogance are all well on display, as is his vunerabliity as the ghosts strip away his ego and reveal the consequences of his actions. He truly and perfectly merges Ebeneezer Scrooge with Scrooge McDuck, a feat that isn’t easy to the point Muppets had a human just play the role outright instead of try to make one of their own step into it. Here though Scrooge, and not just ofr the name, is perfect for the role and is damn hilarous too, from the simletaniously heartbreaking scene where he fines his fiance for their honemoon cottage, to him shoing out the charity guys by using some roundabout logic to say they’d be out of work, to finally on christmas day saying he can’t go out like this (with his coat over his jam Jams).. and then simply grabbing his cane and deciding he can now. This is one of Young’s best performances at the character and steals the show.

The rest though just works: each character is well represented but also has bits of their disney selves: Fred gets angry at one point (while still being mostly joyful) since he is donald, and Goofy gets some wonderfully awesome slapstick as ebineezer, while Pete has his signature sneer yet is somehow just as terrifying as the ghost of christmas future should be. It makes this feel wholly i’ts own depsite again the story having been told 80 dozen times before and after this. I also like all the clever animated canon character uses: Jiminy cricket as christmas past, the giant as christmas present, mr toad as fezziwig. It’s all inspired and wonderful stuff.

Finally we have the animation: it’s beautiful even decades later, to the point I watched the Disney+ cut of this rather than house of mouse to get it in the best quality, and it was worth it. Gorgeous crisp and expressive animation.

All in all easily one of disney’s standout works with the classic crew, and a holiday classic i’ll be revisiting every year after this. Truly a miracle.

Snowed in At the House of Mouse:

Finally we have this wraparound and while like last time it reuses some bits (the what i’m thankful for bits from the thanksgiving ep and Ludvig’s display of how santa gets around which I feel I neglected to ention so I am now: it’s a fun one where Ludvig clones himself, steals his mom’s cookies and in general is just nice to watch) it has a more solid throughline and story, opting to go simplier. Given House of Villians wasted a far more ambitious premise this was the right call.

This time around Mickey is finishing up his christmas show for the year, only to find out their snowed in. So Mickey decides to double down, and have a big christmas party with everyone to make their spirits bright. Donald naturally is a humbug about everything, so Mickey makes it his goal to cheer his friend up with some shorts and cheer. It’s a nice, wonderful idea that uses both well. The scene where Mickey, seeingly defeated talks to jiminy, realizing both the true meaning of christmas (making others feel good) and wishing for a way to make everyone feel it, thus getting a christmas star is great as is the ending: Mickey gives Donald the star, which geninely warms him with the gesture, to put on top of the tree, finally winning him over in time for christmas carol.

Then.. it all ends in a way that melts my heart. All the disney cast get together.. and sing a warm and lovely christmas song. Seeing all these characters, including Belle and Aerial in solos of all characters, such a lovely little bit, and by their va’s too if i’m not mistaken, come together, good or bad to share in christmas and the warm glow.. it just warms my heart so hot it’s now replaced the sun. It’s a truly touching and joyous way to end this film.

As you can probably tell.. I think this movie is great. LIke House of Villians it packs the best themed shorts in with a few nice bonuses, capping it off in one of Disney’s finest works. They even have a nice original bit of the man on the street segment from the other christmas special I loved and no mortimer sexual harassment! Huzzah! It’s a truly nice, breezy little film, full of great shorts, cheers and a wonderful lesson and song to play us out. Check this one out if you can, still not on Disney+ still have a grudge about that.

I got one more bit of house of mouse to get to but for now.. i’m going to enjoy this christmas eve, enjoy my family, and my own warmth of cheer. And i’d like to thank kev for getting me to watch this wondreful film. I hope you have a merry christmas bud, as do all of you. Whatever you celebrate, I hope it’s making your spirit bright. Thanks for reading, I Love you all.

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camslightstories · 4 years ago

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Tolerate it - Part 2

Notes: I wanted to thank you for all the support, you guys gave me with this, it amazed me. It’s my first reader x character and I cannot be happier. I wanted to do shoutout to @super66legends87, she helped me a lot, go check her out. She is an amazing writer.

If you have any request, comment, question or feedback I will gladly received. I'm working on a prompt list for my writing. Thank you again for reading, have a great day.

Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers.

3 years later

Midvale was quite colorful during the holidays. There wasn't any snow but that didn't stop the residents from going big every year. Every once in a while a whole street would be completely lit up, and the next one would only have different inflatable holiday figures.

The smell of the ocean and cocoa mixed in the air was something that made you think of home. The soft cold breeze that Midvale would have. The caroling in the streets dressed in Hawaiian shirts and Santa hat. The beaming lights turned on at every hour of the day. The chocolate chip red velvet cookies from the girls' scout. The home that you shared with her, and it wasn't enough

You watched out of the car, how the teenagers would be skating, or just hanging around each other. You could also see the park that was situated a few minutes from your childhood home, fill up with kids laughing and playing.

You couldn't bear to look away when you saw the happy couples entering the beach for the holiday movie night with their joint hands. You felt yourself almost breaking down at the moment the Uber stopped at your parents' house.

Tears threatened to come out and with all of your self-control, you stooped them. Trying to put a facade before knocking on the door after thanking the driver, and wishing them safe drive home, and thanking them for the professionalism after you broke down on the passenger seat.

Your mom opened the door, immediately giving you a comforting hug. It took all of you, to not break down in her arms, but you couldn't do that. You just couldn't, you knew if you did, you would ruin everyone’s happiness. Including Lena’s and Kara’s and you would go through hell for them just to be okay.

When you pulled away you felt some tears leaving your eyes, and quickly wiped them, trying to make them unnoticeable. Your mother began who she is, noticed them, and frowned immediately as she spoke. “Why are you crying, sweetheart?”

“It's okay, mom. I just really missed you” Your mom nodded, as she believed it, your whole life you would cry if you saw others do. You would cling to any of your sisters if there was a storm. You would often make decisions on others' feelings, leaving your feelings behind. You would never stand up for yourself. You were afraid of rejection. You were just a highly sentimental person.

Eliza studied you before bringing you inside of the house as she questioned you. “Why are you doing here, Y/N? Not that I’m not glad to see you, it’s just the second of December sweetie”

“I wanted to put something away on the storage if that’s okay?” You responded as you carried some of the boxes inside.

Your tone and vibe were calm and unusual. You haven’t been like that since your heart breaks with Lucy, and a few years later Barry. Both of them leaving you for someone else, someone better.

You had a more bright persona. You and Kara had a similar vibe, you saw the best in people, you always used to bring the bright side out of everything. You were the clumsiest in the house, leaving you with a lot of bruises and broken things. You would make puns and bad jokes all the time.

You were sweet and caring, also the innocent of the family, you would squeal like a child on Christmas day, or throw up the morning after Halloween. You were scared of the dark. You were just somewhat a child. Put when anyone you loved was hurting, you went on spiral protecting mode. You wouldn't open up, you wouldn't burden them with your problems even though it was killing you inside.

Your mom said before you would get another box, trying to make you open up. But you wouldn't give up “Of course it is sweetheart, I will make you some chocolate before we move the boxes”

“Mom doesn't worry I can do it alone, they are not that heavy. And I would pass the chocolate thank you” You said as you walked past her, grabbing another box almost falling to your side.

Eliza chuckled at you as she went to help you while speaking. You nodded and remained quiet as you moved the boxes to your dad’s storage. “Okay sweetie, I will keep you company then.”

You couldn't help to think about the fact that the things you were storing away had somehow a memory with Lena. And it hurt you to think you are not there with her anymore. The fact that you are here storing them, except for taking them with you meant a lot. You knew that it was going to be difficult. Lena was the love of your life, she was everything and now becoming her nothing stung more than anything else.

After a few minutes of putting the boxes away, you stood outside of Jeremiah’s storage as you watched the things already organized. You marked your things and compound yourself before stepping away closing it be

Your mom stood a few feet away hugging her cardigan as she watched you from the balcony. You lifted your head to give her a small smile before she spoke up. “It’s cold Y/N, where is your sweater?”

“I forgot it, mom, don’t worry about it, it’s not that cold” You shrugged your shoulders as you walked to the hammock seat.

The Danvers hammock seats were created by you. So you would ‘perform’ to your family the music you had created at 10, making Kara sing with you and after a time Alex too, making your parents watch.

Flashback - 2 years ago

The soft smell of french toast and coffee took part in your old room. Soft sunlight coming through the black window blinds invading the room, making you groan when you feel it in your face. The white sheets entangled between you and Lena under the blanket. A soft arm hugging you from behind protectively and a hand running through your Y/H/C hair comfortably.

Slowly hearing Kara’s singing voice in the kitchen, you huffed before turning around with your eyes closed, feeling the glance of your girlfriend, you sighed before melting and cuddling more into her as she spoke. “Well good morning to you too, Love”

You mumbled as you pulled away to place small kisses on her face. Making the older woman giggle “It's Christmas day baby!”

When you went to kiss her properly, Lena decided to play catch moving away every time. You played along, ignoring her, making her now try to gain your attention until you heard the walkie-talkie on your nightstand sound with the familiar voice of your older sister, Alex groaning “I swear to Rao, if you don't make her shut up, the hammock performance would be viral”

“Merry Christmas dear sister. Alex, I swear-” You groaned before grabbing the yellow thing, Lena watched in amusement as she kissed your back and shoulders since you kept ignoring her.

You were interrupted by the stuffed voice of your blonde sister yelling “I heard that! Jerks! Also, Eliza said if you don't come down the french toast would be mine”

You groaned before you could respond that walkie-talkie was flying towards your puff chair and you were pindown on the bed. Lena holding both of your hands to your side, with a smile of victory. She kissed you after a few seconds breaking the kiss with both of your smiles, as you spoke and squealed like a child “I love you and Babe! it's Christmas”

“Yes, it's Christmas love. And I love you too, darling” She responded shaking her head when you jumped out of bed. You quickly put on the closest shirt that was hers, and you were about to put your hand on the knob of the door when you were stopped by the soft voice of your girlfriend giving you a raised eyebrow

“Are you forgetting something Y/N?” She said, raising her eyebrow, giving you a soft and sarcastic glance as she dressed with your clothes. You looked at her dumbly before biting your lip and nodding your head.

“Ohh yeah yeah…. Good morning sweetie” You said before kissing her quickly before running downstairs. She didn't have the time to tell you, you didn't have pants on.

Lena looked at the door and rolled her eyes at your antics, before looking herself in the mirror trying to look presentable on Christmas morning, hugging herself with your oversize Christmas sweater smiling.

The kitchen was invaded by the smell of coffee and french toast. The sunlight coming through the windows giving a direct angle. Kara danced and sang at the other side of the kitchen since she was not allowed, because of her eating habits when your mom was cooking.

Walking through the house while it was decorated for Christmas was not the easiest, and running around it was more difficult than anyone expected, you saw Karas back before jumping in her back, clinging to her like a koala.

A few minutes later, Alex came running downstairs, Lena and Maggie following close behind laughing. Alex didn't even blink before launching herself into Kara too, this time catching you off guard and making you three fall into the floor laughing and groaning.

Your mom, Eliza, looked at you three daughter in the floor and walked past, giving Maggie and Lena a hug as she spoke directly to the “Merry Christmas sweeties we can sit”

Before the three of you would get up, she spoke to you pointing at your sisters and lastly at you.“The three children will come, in a second after they made sure there isn't a dent in the floor and all the food is ready.”

Kara and you pouted before getting up, while Alex just huffed and cursed quietly. Making Kara and her start a silly argument because the blonde caught you and not her even with her superpowers, while you sneaked up to the kitchen where the cookie dough stood putting a spoon inside getting caught by your mom's voice. “Without eating the cookie dough”

Before you could put the spoon away you heard all of the speakers play a familiar song. You startled when you heard the second part, you knew exactly what it was.“Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun...Now the jingle hop has begun”

“No!” Before you knew Alex and Kara were showing the video to everyone. Lena just laughed at your pouty face and gave you a kiss melting it away. Before anything else happened a few things were heard in the background

“Luthor that it's my baby sister” Alex yelled

“Not this again!” Kara yelled

“Could you two leave your sister and Lena alone?” Your mom said as she scolded your two older sisters, making you and Lena burst into laughing.

“I think the girl on the hammock band is adorable, I love you” Lena said pointing at the TV where the edited video played, it was you playing in 4 different instruments one signing as she kissed your temple.

“Put pants on nerd!” Before you could respond. Alex and Kara yelled as you felt a pair of shorts hitting your head.

Flashback ends

“How is Lena?” Your mom asked you, bring you out of your thoughts as she sat in the hammock chair next to you.

You keep your sight on the ocean, as the cold breeze hit you calmly. And the ocean waves breaking, close to the sand. You knew your mom's glance was on you, and the fact that she was trying to make you open up, told you she knew you were acting differently.

“She is good, yeah she is good, good and she is also happy so that’s good” You responded, trying to convince yourself.

Your mom glanced to the ocean, as she heard your response. Taking a deep breath she countered back, catching you off guard. “Are you happy?”

You keep your glance on the ocean as you insisted, trying to not let the emotions gain control of you, you couldn't, Lena deserved to be happy and if it meant for you to be hurting, then it was worth it. “Yeah mom I’m good, I’m good, good, I’m happy so that’s good”

“Okay sweetheart” She concluded, letting you go.

#lena luthor x reader #lena luthor #kara danvers x reader #alex danvers x reader #baby danvers #supergirl imagine

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harryspet · 4 years ago

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𝓽𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 ... 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼

This December, for the holidays and to celebrate my followers, I’m giving readers a chance to request drabbles/one-shots but I’m also hoping some writers want to share the Holiday joy too! I have a list of dark prompts as well as holiday prompts so feel free to mix and match them however you like!

𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 & 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈

You don’t have to follow me but it would be greatly appreciated!!

Please be courteous and only send one request especially if you’re using anon.

When sending a request, tell me the character(s) + 1-3 dialogue prompts (have fun combining them) + au idea (optional)

I prefer to write for (aged up) Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers. If you’d like to include MJ, Natasha, Thor, Loki, Wanda or Sam please combine them with those three. Threesomes and foursomes welcome ^^

Make these unique! If you just want pure angst, smut, or fluff then choose your prompts accordingly. I’m hoping people enjoy mixing the holiday prompts with the dark ones (though its not required) so please read through them all. There are a lot of good ones!!

Most of these will probably end up being around 300-700 words.

I write dark fics which means there may be mentions of violence, abuse, noncon/dubcon and just angst overall. If you have limits, please let me know.

I may reject your request if I feel it’s too similar to what I’ve already written or if you ignore the rules. I may also close requests if I get too many.

𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻 and you’d like to write a drabble/one-shot using my lists then please let me know! I’ll be sure to give it a reblog and add it to my #fic recs if you tag me @harryspet and #tistheseasonfordarkfics. There’s no due date, just participate if you’re interested! :)

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𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮: CLOSED

𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈

“I wish I’d never met you.”

“Did you just stick your tongue out at me?”

“I’m done. We’re done.”

“Why are you fighting me?”

“I’ve never…they kept me untouched. For you”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“If I’m dead then how come you can see me?”

“It’s cute that you think you can defy me.”

“Duct tape. I need it for... taping something.”

“Why don’t you smile anymore?”

“Fuck you.”

“Your soul is mine.”

“Looks like you need to be trained.“

“It’s not...not going to hurt, is it?”

“I don’t ... I don’t remember my name.”

“Did you see the way they looked at you?”

“How dare you challenge me.”

“I’ll let you go when I’m finished with you.”

“Hand Daddy his belt and take your shirt off.”

“I don’t like when they touch you.”

“Are you getting sore, all cooped up in that cage all day?”

“Shhh. It’s all right. I’ll be gentle.”

“Daddy wants to hear you sing a song. Sit on my lap and make Daddy happy.”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to hit that hard!”

“You can’t take people as property!”

“I feel like you’re taking advantage of me.”

“So … uh.. who is that person … they keep texting you?”

“Fuck, I love you like this, all rounded with our child…”

“You wouldn’t want him/her/them finding out about this, would you?”

“You haven’t earned it. What are you going to do for me?”

“Stop crying.”

“You’re not in trouble, sweetheart.”

“I’ve been looking for you all night, and you are in desperate need of my help.”

“And the hunter becomes the hunted.”

“They hurt you and I’m going to hurt them back.”

“Never steal anything from someone you can’t outrun, kid.”

“Hands off, alpha. Never learn any self-control?”

“Can i stay at your place tonight? I don’t feel safe here.”

“I really think you need to see a doctor.”

“Everything that happened is your fault.”

“You...you were never supposed to find out.”

“Well, hello beautiful!”

“You want to what? That’s embarrassing!”

“You look a little lost, omega.”

“We need to talk...about the pregnancy.”

“Oh, did someone get lonely?”

𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓈

"Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?"

"I made you some hot cocoa."

''I just want you for my own.''

"You didn't have to get me anything."

“I don't remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas."

"Go on, open it."

"Did you spike the eggnog?"

"I can't believe you did that to Santa..."

“You're my best Christmas present this year.”

“How many Christmas lights does one person need?”

“Shut up! Santa is real.”

“I hate winter.”

“Aren’t you just Santa’s Little Helper?”

“Son of a nutcracker!”

"You didn’t bring date to the party, did you? Because I need someone to kiss at midnight."

“No you don’t understand, I need a picture with Santa!”

“I can’t reach the top of the tree to put the star on.”

“Oh the weather outside is frightful.”

“This is our first Christmas together and I want it to be special.”

“Don’t you dare buy me that.”

“Tell me what you want for Christmas.”

“Fuck it let’s just get drunk.”

“We can build a snowman.”

“What no, that’s not daddy, that’s Santa”

“Maybe if I kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.”

“I can not believe the car broke down in the middle of nowhere 3 hours before it’s officially Christmas.”

“...I think we’re snowed in...”

“I hate work Christmas parties.”

“What do you mean you’re working on Christmas?!”

“I refuse to have a baby on Christmas.”

“Call me an elf one more time!”

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”

“I’m freezing, you’re warm. Hug me.”

“I don’t even have a family to celebrate with, so what’s the point?“

“Forbid Christmas? No one can forbid Christmas.”

“We can add a special ornament to the collection each year. This year's is for our future baby.”

“I’m not going to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?”

“No one should be alone on Christmas!”

“So you’re going to dress up as Santa.”

“You burnt the holiday cookies!”

“Wanna go skating in Central Park?”

“How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?”

“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war”

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

This list is a compilation of a bunch of starters I found on tumblr so you may recognize quotes from movies and songs! I reblogged a lot of the original posts on my side blog @parkerspet.

𝒶𝓊 & 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓈 (optional)

Arranged marriage au - Angel/demon au - Assassin au - Apocalypse au - Android au - Amnesia au - Babysitter au - Bodyguard au - Bookstore au - Baker au - Band au - Bounty hunter au - Brothel au - Camp Counselor au - Camping au - College au - Criminal au - Caregiver/Little au - Doctor au - Domestic au - Enemies au - Ex au - Forbidden Love au - Fugitive au - Gang au - Hero/Villian au - Immortal au - Kidnapped au - Mafia au - Maid au - Marriage au - Neighbor au - A/B/O au - Porn Star au - Prostitute au - Royalty au - Serial Killer au - Stalker au - Stripper au - Tattoo Shop au - Werewolf au - Yandere au

tagging all the fics #tistheseasonfordarkfics and #harryspetrequests !

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tagging some authors :) @cherienymphe @andybarberslxt @mypoisonedvine @nsfwsebbie @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @mcudarklibrary @opheliadawnwalker3 @autumnrose40 @marvelmaree @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy @buckysbunny @buckybarnesplumwhore @honeyloverogers @mariessecretfantasies @mrwinterr @yanderepeterparker @raisincookieswrites

#tistheseasonfordarkfics #harryspetrequests #dark fic #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve #bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #dark!bucky #dark bucky barnes #peter parker #dark!peter parker #black!reader

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buferfliz · 4 years ago

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Never Let You Go

This is the last of the little winter stories that i finished but didn’t post back then. i like how it came out so hopefully some of you will too. Thanks for reading.

@bakubabes-hatake this is the story i was talking about and @kingtamakimurder in case you’re interested. <3

i made the banner :)

Warnings: None really, one little curse word if you can call it that, one little suggestive part, and fluffy sappy fluff.

Word count: 2705

Kuroo enters the bathroom of your shared apartment while you’re taking a shower.

“Hey kitten?”

You pop your head out around the shower curtain, keeping the rest of your body covered.

“What is it Tetsu? Did you want to join me?” You ask with a smirk.

“That’s a very tempting offer.” He smirks and appears to be thinking it over carefully. “Very tempting.”

He licks his lips as he eyes the shadowed outline of your concealed body before ultimately shaking his head.

“I’d really like to but I have to go get something from Kenma’s real quick. That’s what I came in here to say before you tried to lure me in with your siren song, you sexy little temptress.”

You laugh.

“Oh ok fine. What do you have to get?”

“That’s a surprise. Now you just finish getting ready and I’ll be back soon. Make sure you wear warm clothes, it’s cold outside and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Ok I will. Tell Kenma I said hi and make sure you drive carefully. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He gives you a playful grin before going over and giving you a peck on the lips, trying to see around the curtain to get a look at your naked form.

“Tetsu!” You chide him as you playfully hit his shoulder and laugh at his antics.

He laughs as well and then gives you another little peck on the lips before leaving.

You finish up in the shower and head into your bedroom to get dressed.

It was Christmas Eve and you and Kuroo were going on a date to a nearby Christmas market. It took place every year but this was the first time that the two of you would be attending.

You finish getting dressed as you hear the door open and then close. I guess he’s back, you think.

“Tetsuro?” You call out.

“Yeah kitten, I’ll be right there.”

You head for the living room when you see him emerge from the spare bedroom and quickly close the door behind him.

He must have hidden my present in there, you think to yourself.

“All ready to go?” He asks as he starts ushering you towards the front door,

“Yeah let’s go.”

You grab your coat and gloves and put them on. You feel something soft and warm touch your neck as Kuroo starts wrapping a scarf around you.

“Don’t forget this.”

“This is your scarf though. What are you going to wear?”

“Don’t worry, I have an extra.” He takes another scarf out of the closet and puts it on.

You bury your nose in the soft fabric and breathe in the scent of him. Cinnamon and a warm subtle vanilla, that was what he smelled like, you loved that smell. You let out a happy contented sigh as you exhale.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing. I just love your scent. You smell like home and it always makes me feel safe and warm.” You smile lovingly up at him.

With adoration in his eyes, he returns your smile and then kisses the top of your head. He intertwines his fingers with yours and the two of you head out to your date.

Twenty minutes later, the two of you are exploring the marketplace hand in hand.

Multiple stalls line the perimeter of the area, each adorned with Christmas lights and décor and selling something different. Christmas villages and ornaments, stockings, statues of Santa and his reindeer, and other assorted holiday decorations along with other things like shirts, handmade jewelry, and trinkets. There were also a few stalls selling warm drinks and various baked treats.

And right in the middle of the area stood a giant fir tree, beautifully decorated in lights and ornaments and encircled by a small ice skating rink. The both of you look up at it for a few minutes, in awe of its sheer height alone, admiring the colorful twinkling lights and the way they illuminated the ice below.

The atmosphere was cheerful and lively and the two of you soon found yourselves swept up in the feeling as you made your way from stall to stall browsing their selections.

“Do you want to get something to drink now kitten?”

“Sounds good.”

You and Kuroo make your way over to the stall selling the drinks and get on the line. As you wait to reach the counter, you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you against him.

“What’s the matter? Is your face cold?”

“A little, but maybe I just wanted to hug my wonderful boyfriend.” You say as you gaze up at him.

“Oya?”

“Oya oya.”

You both laugh.

“I love you Tetsu.”

“As you should.” He smirks teasingly at you.

“Hey!”

Kuroo laughs.

“You know I love you too Chibi-chan.”

He gives you a kiss on the forehead and pulls you tighter against him. You bury your face in his chest once more when you hear a voice speak. With your arms still around each other, the two of you turn your heads in the direction the voice came from.

“How sweet. The two of you are such a cute couple.” An elderly lady says from her position behind you on line.

“Thank you ma’am.” Kuroo says with a charming smile.

“How long have you been together?”

“I have had the honor of calling this beautiful lady mine for six years now. We met on our very first day of college.”

“Oh that’s wonderful.”

Kuroo exchanges some more polite small talk with the lady before excusing himself from the conversation to place your drink order. He pays the vendor and then takes the drinks, handing you yours as the two of you sit together on a nearby bench.

You slip your arm around Kuroo’s and cuddle up to him as you sip at your drink and watch people skate around the giant tree.

“Do you want to go ice skating after we finish these?” Kuroo asks when he sees you watching the ice skaters.

“I don’t think so, I’ll spend the entire time on the ground. I’m not a natural athlete like you after all.”

“Oh come on kitten, you know I would never let you fall…unless it was in love with me.” He gives you a sly grin.

You laugh and playfully hit his arm.

“You’re such a dork sometimes, Tetsu.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork right?”

“Always.” You lean over and give him a little kiss on the lips.

“So do you want to give skating a try? I promise I won’t let you fall.”

“Ok but I’m going to hold you to that promise.”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me Chibi-chan.”

“Yeah I know.” You smile up at him.

You finish your drinks and rent some ice skates.

After you put them on, you cautiously make your way to the ice with Kuroo standing beside you. He goes out onto the ice and extends his hand for you to take. You do so and step out onto the ice next to him. You immediately slip and begin losing your balance expecting to go crashing to the ground but you don’t. Kuroo has his free arm wrapped around your waist holding you tight against him steadying your balance.

You look up at him with a slightly surprised expression on your face. He gives you a big smile.

“I told you that I wouldn’t let you fall. Now just follow my lead kitten, I’ve got you.”

He slowly glides on one foot and then the other, never releasing his hold on you, as the two of you begin making your way around the rink. You imitate his motion and slowly start feeling a little less apprehensive with your skating ability.

After a little bit you start to slightly pick up speed, smiling and laughing with Kuroo as you grow more confident in your skating prowess.

“I can try skating by myself so you can go faster and not have to focus all your attention on me.”

“But I like focusing all my attention on you Chibi-chan and I promised I wouldn’t let you fall so I’m not letting you go. Don’t you like being in my arms?”

“You know that I do. It’s my favorite place to be.”

Kuroo smiles and kisses your forehead.

You skate for a little while longer, thoroughly enjoying yourself, until it begins to snow fairly heavily.

“I think we should probably head home now, we don’t want to get sick.”

“Ok baby.” You respond while nodding.

After returning your skates you make your way home.

You rush into your warm apartment to escape the cold having been quite chilled by the snow. You both begin removing your outerwear and hanging it up.

“We better get out of these wet clothes.” You say as you take a few steps in the direction of your bedroom.

“Oh is that an invitation? Because I would be happy to get you out of your clothes kitten.” He gives you a suggestive smirk.

You glance over your shoulder at him.

“Oh you’re so bad, Tetsu.”

He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and pulls you back against him before you can continue onto the bedroom. You feel him press his soft lips against your neck.

“Yeah and you love it.” He says with a growl into your ear, causing you to giggle, before letting you go with a slap to your ass.

“Ok let’s get changed.”

You glance back at him once more as you rub where he slapped you and head into your bedroom. Kuroo follows close behind and quickly changes out of his wet clothes and into a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Do you want me to make you some tea, kitten?”

“Yes please, that would be great.”

He presses a kiss to your temple before heading to the kitchen.

You change into some comfy pajamas and then pull on one of Kuroo’s hoodies. You go into the living room and sit on the couch admiring your decorated tree as the room is cast in a colorful glow.

“Aww, don’t you look adorable in my clothes.” He says as he enters the room carrying a mug.

He places in onto the coffee table before sitting next to you.

“It’s warm and cozy and it smells like you.” You smile.

“But why settle for my clothes when I’m right here, Chibi-chan?”

He holds his arms out to you as he swings his one leg onto the couch and leans back. You crawl into his lap and pick up the mug before carefully settling back against his chest.

“You’re right. This is much better than just your hoodie.”

“See? I know these things, you should just listen to me.” He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Yes! It was a lot of fun but I always have fun when I’m with you, baby. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You are lucky but I’m even luckier because I have you.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet. I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.” He kisses the top of your head.

You take a sip of your tea after blowing on it a bit, the two of you watching the lights of the tree twinkle.

“I can’t believe tomorrow is Christmas already. Is Kenma still coming over for dinner?”

“Yes he is. He said he’s looking forward to it but I think he’s most excited for dessert and your homemade apple pie.” He laughs a bit. “Oh and Bokuto is coming too, sorry I meant to tell you earlier.”

“Oh good. The more the merrier.”

You continue to discuss your Christmas day plans while Kuroo holds you and you drink your tea. Just as you are about to say something else, however, you hear a noise come from the spare bedroom. You furrow your brow and sit up.

“Did you hear that just now?” You ask Kuroo.

“Hear what?”

“Some kind of scratching noise coming from the spare bedroom.”

“No, I didn’t hear anything.”

You listen closely to see if it happens again and it does. A scratching sound emanates from the spare bedroom followed by a soft high pitched sound. You put your mug on the table and look at Kuroo.

“Oh come on, you must have heard that. Do you think an animal got in while we were out?”

You see him look at the clock and so you do too, almost midnight.

“Close enough.” He mumbles.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I’ll go check it out, you wait here.”

He heads to the spare room and you hear him open and then close the door behind him. You wait on the couch listening intently as the minutes tick by.

After fifteen minutes, you start to grow concerned.

“Tetsu? Is everything ok?” You call out.

You’re just about to get up and investigate when you hear the door open and in walks Kuroo carrying something fluffy in his arms. He comes over to the couch and hands you the little ball of fluff.

“Merry Christmas kitten.”

A little black kitten looks up at you with eyes the same color as Kuroo’s. It gives a little meow as it looks at you.

Your face breaks into a big smile as you look from the kitten to him and back to the kitten.

“Oh my gosh! He’s so cute!” You practically squeal in delight. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“It’s a boy.”

“Tetsu, he has the same color eyes as you!”

You gently hug the kitten to your chest and look up at Kuroo.

“Is that why you picked him?”

“It’s a possibility.” He says with a smirk as he sits next to you on the couch.

You lean back and put the kitten on your chest.

“Aren’t you adorable?” You coo as you pet him. “What’s his name?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

“Should I call him Tetsu junior, since he looks like you?” You give him a goofy grin.

“If that’s what you want.” He laughs.

“He’s purring, I think he likes it. Aww, you even tied a bow around his neck. Is that why you took so long?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to strangle the little guy.”

“He’s amazing and so are you baby. Thank you.” You give Kuroo a sweet kiss and then turn back to the kitten.

As you pick him up and give his cute little nose a kiss, you notice something glint with the nearby Christmas lights.

“What’s this?”

You put the kitten on your chest once again and carefully remove the bow from around his neck. You free the object from the Christmas ribbon and feel your eyes widen and your mouth drop open.

“Is this what I think it is?”

You turn to look at Kuroo and find him on one knee next to you.

“Tetsu?” You ask, surprise evident in your voice.

“I have had the honor of calling you mine for the past six years and I’ve loved every moment of it. Now I want nothing more than to be able to continue having that honor for the rest of forever. Will you let me?”

You nod but allow him to continue.

“I love you my Chibi-chan. I want you to be mine always. Will you marry me?”

“Yes Tetsu! I’d never let you go, I’ll be yours forever. I love you so much, baby.”

Kuroo gives you a big happy grin as he slides the ring onto your finger. He wraps his arms around you and gives you a loving passionate kiss. Before it can become more heated, however, you are interrupted by a tiny meow of protest from the kitten caught between the two of you.

You both laugh before Kuroo sits back on the couch and pulls you against him. With smiles on your faces, you both turn your attention to the little ball of fluff as Kuroo holds the two of you close, the lights of the tree twinkling in the background.

#kuroo tetsuro #kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu fluff

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desertdollranch · 4 years ago

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I’ve been transitioning several of my modern characters into custom historical characters, and the first one to do that is Sariah! She has left the present day and is now twelve years old in 1984. She’s growing up in Santa Clara, California, an iconic city in Silicon Valley known for being a hub of technological innovation. The 1980′s were a time when computers were quickly becoming smaller and faster, laying the groundwork for the advanced technology we carry around in our pockets nearly 40 years later. I was hoping Courtney Moore’s story would explore more about this topic; since that didn’t happen, I figured I could make my own character with those elements in her story.

Sariah Solomon is an athletic and energetic girl who is involved in gymnastics, soccer, and softball. She was inspired by attending the 1984 Olympics in Los Angeles and seeing so many talented female athletes compete and win. Both of Sariah’s moms work with computers for a living, so sometimes they bring home the latest PC technology. Sariah is always amazed and is fascinated by all the things computers can do as they make huge strides in their capabilities. And just like with sports, she’d rather participate instead of watching, so she starts learning how to code, with help from her parents. Maybe she’ll get good enough to build her own computer someday soon!

Sariah attends a private girls’ school, so most days she’s wearing either her school uniform or comfortable clothes. But sometimes after school, she likes to meet up with her friends at the roller skating rink, and she always gets dressed up for that occasion in trendy clothes like the outfit pictured here. Her skates are from Julie Albright’s collection, and her leggings are from Isabelle Palmer’s collection; her oversized shirt and tank top were made by me; her belt is jeweled ribbon. I used this pattern hack to make her shirt from a thrifted baby shirt. I made the backdrop by splattering paint onto a piece of foam board, and the roller rink floor comes from the Doll Decades book and activity kit.

#historicaloc #sariah solomon #1984 #doll decades

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johnsbleu · 4 years ago

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 97

warnings: a few quick nsfw moments Hold My Hand Masterlist

The house is almost completely decorated for Christmas even though it’s only the first week of December. You got so excited the day after Thanksgiving, and you went to the store and bought so many decorations. It’s the first time that you and John have been able to really spend Christmas together since he was working this time last year, and you’re so happy to finally have him all to yourself. And instead of going to your mom’s for Christmas, she’s coming to you, which makes you all more excited to show off how nice your house looks for the holidays.

You’re just putting the last touches on the living room while John shovels the walkways and patio since a few inches of snow fell this morning, and you walk over to the window to watch John. His cheeks are tinted red from the cold, and even the tip of his nose has a bit of color too. John waves when he looks at you, and you hold up your mug of warm apple cider to offer it to him.

John told you that Helen used to make it all the time and that he remembered the recipe since it was fairly simple, so he made some this morning. He was so proud of himself when you took a big sip and nodded your head that you liked it, and the smile on his face nearly killed you.

Setting the mug down on the coffee table, you grab the throw blanket and sit down as John comes in and stomps the snow off his boots before he takes off his jacket and removes his boots. He shivers a little as he walks over to sit down next to you, and you wrap the blanket over him and hold him to warm him up.

“You’re so cold,” you laugh, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “My turn to warm you up, huh?”

John chuckles as he nods, “Yeah, it was a lot colder out than I thought. Hey, the house looks great, by the way.”

“You think so?” you ask, then you shrug as you look around at it, “This is the first time that I’ve been able to really decorate our place. I mean, I did last year, but it was only up for a few days, and you weren’t even home for half of it.”

“Oh, yeah,” John looks over at you and laughs, “I was working then. Anyway, yeah, the house looks great.”

The two of you sit in silence as you look around at the Christmas decorations; the lights strung up, the plump little Santa sitting on the coffee table next to a bowl of cinnamon scented pine cones -- John picked them out because he loved the smell.

One of the things about the living room that you’re always worried about is the fact that the walls are just large glass windows, but you’re starting to warm up to the idea more, especially since it looks beautiful outside with the snow. The Christmas tree is front and center in the window, but it’s bare as of right now since you’ll need John’s help to get lights on it.

“We’ll have to get those lights up on it by tonight.” John says, then he snuggles into your arms, “What have you been doing this morning?”

“Well,” you lean forward a little grab the notebook off the table, “This is probably so dumb, but I really want to do something for your birthday. Before you say anything, let me explain.”

“Baby, it’s fine. I married you, that’s all I would have wanted for my birthday.” he says, and you smile as he reaches over to cup your cheek. “But sure, explain it to me.”

You exhale and look over at him, “We didn’t do anything for your birthday, and I feel bad about it.”

John chuckles as he rubs his thumb over your cheek, “It was three months ago, so it must be really bothering you.”

“Everything was so hectic because our wedding was in just three days, so we just-- I just forgot. I mean, I didn’t forget your birthday, but we just didn’t do anything.” you frown a little, then you perk up and look at John, “I was writing down different ideas for a date night. I want to plan the whole thing for you and surprise you. You do so much for me, so many romantic nights for me, and I want to return the favor.”

John smiles as he nods his head, “That’s sweet.”

You shrug as you hold tight to your notebook since John is trying to take it from you, “No looking! It’s all me. You deserve a surprise.”

“Fine,” he jokingly rolls his eyes and laughs, “Do you have anything in mind yet?”

“I have a few things.” you say as you get up from the couch, and you laugh loudly when he pulls you into his lap and kisses your cheek.

John tucks your hair behind your ear and places another kiss on your cheek, “You look beautiful today, Mrs. Wick.”

“Ah,” you close your eyes and smile, “I’ll never not get butterflies when I hear that. Thanks for reminding me that I’m the wife to an amazing man.”

“Thanks for marrying me.” he laughs against your cheek, “Still don’t understand how I managed that one.”

You wrap your right arm around John’s neck and get situated on his lap, “This is why I want to do something special for you. I want you to know how much I adore you and love you. You’re my favorite person on this planet, and I want you to know that.”

“I do know that,” John lets out a small laugh, “You think I don’t know how much you love me?”

Shrugging, you look down and sigh, “Sometimes I wonder. You just do so much for me.”

“And you do too.” he whispers softly, tilting your chin up so you’ll look at him, “Trust me, I don’t need dates to know that you love me. Just you being here after everything we’ve been through, after everything I’ve told you -- that’s how I know you love me: you’re still here.”

You cup John’s face as you nod your head, growing a little teary eyed, “I’m always going to be here, because I love you. I love this life that we have too. It’s a really good life.”

“It is,” John nods, leaning forward to kiss you as you hug him tighter in your arms.

Tilting your head to the side, you part your lips as John slides his tongue into your mouth, and you hum as his hand glides up your thigh. You lean back and try to look at John as he kisses your neck, “I’m still planning a date, okay?”

“Sure,” he says, paying more attention to getting you upstairs than what you’re saying.

“I mean, you’re probably gonna hate it and everything, but…” you trail off into a bit of a rant as John sucks and kisses on your neck and chest, and he lifts you into his arms as he stands up from the couch and heads up to your bedroom. “I think it’ll be fun for us, and maybe we can -- John, are you listening to me?”

“Yeah,” he says, reaching down as he tries to open the door, but he fails, “Will…will you open the door? Why is the door even shut?”

“I had decorations up here that I didn’t want Bleu to chew on,” you cock up your eyebrow and look at him, “Were you even listening to me?”

John takes a deep breath as he prepares to recite everything you’ve just told him, but he lets it out and laughs, “No, I wasn’t.”

“I said I’m still planning a date.” you hold his gaze as he looks at you, then you reach over and open the door, giving John a disapproving but playful look as he laughs.

“You can plan whatever you’d like and I’ll be on board. I promise.” he say, plopping you down on the bed and immediately laying down on you, “Anything.”

You close your eyes as John kisses down your neck to your chest as he begins to lift up your shirt, and you reach down and cup his face, “Good.”

Sitting on your bed, you quickly close your laptop screen when you hear John coming up the stairs, and you close your eyes and sigh in relief when Tess turns the corner with Finn on her hip.

“Hey,” she smiles, setting Finn on the bed and then stretching out her arms and back, “What are you doing? I’ve been calling you all morning, but you didn’t answer. Figured I’d just come over.”

You scrunch your eyebrows up and reach over for your phone, then you sigh when you see it’s gone, “Jonathan Charles Wick! Get your butt up here! And bring my phone!”

Several moments later, you see John poke his head around the corner and smile cheekily, “Hi, baby.”

You put your hand out as John walks into the bedroom, and you tap your palm repeatedly, “My phone.”

John laughs as he pulls your phone out of his pocket, pretending to be shocked when he sees it, “Oh, I must have grabbed yours instead of mine.”

“Oh, save it.” you laugh, taking your phone from him and holding it up, “My case has peaches all over it. I’m positive that you know that this isn’t yours.”

Tess looks back and forth between the two of you and laughs, “What is going on here?”

“I’m planning a date night for John, and he thinks I’m stupid enough to search for everything on my phone.” you say, then you shake your head as you reach out to kiss him, “Get out of here because I’m going to tell Tess about it.”

John chuckles as he leans down to give you a better kiss, then he picks up Finn and kisses his cheek, “Fine, but I’m taking him.”

Tess immediately lays down and closes her eyes, “Thank god. Mommy needs a nap. His bottle is in his bag on the couch if he gets fussy.”

You blow a kiss at John as he leaves, then you open your laptop and look at Tess, “So, I’m planning a date night for John, but you and Jimmy are invited. I want to invite Amanda and Aurelio too -- and their kids. Finny is too little.”

“Ooh, I’m intrigued.” Tess sits up and looks at your laptop.

“90s night at the roller rink in Brighton.” you smile as you look over at Tess, “This place doesn’t just have skating. There’s an arcade, bowling, and laser tag.”

Tess puts her hand over her mouth and laughs, “Shut up! Yes! Let’s do it.”

“John will be totally out of his element, and I’m praying that he loves me enough to do this.” you turn your laptop to show Tess, “They play 90s music all night, and come on, it just looks fun.”

Leaning over to look at the pictures, Tess nods, “I think he’ll have fun.”

“I hope so,” you take a deep breath and look at her, “Are you free tomorrow?”

“Oh, absolutely. I’ll drop Finn off with his Grandma, and then I’m free all night.”

You pick at your nails as you look at your laptop, then you lean down to make sure you clear your search history -- John just can’t stand being out of the loop. You close the laptop and set it aside, then you and Tess head downstairs to see John laying on the living room floor with Finn next to him as they play with some toys.

John is not so patiently waiting for your ovulation day, which is less than a week away at this point, and you’re both hoping like hell that this will be the time. You so badly want to have a baby with him, and you’re just praying that it happens soon.

“Hi, handsome,” you smile as you sit down on the floor next to Finn, and he pulls himself up to you. You look over at John and wink, “You too.”

“John, you’re gonna love this.” Tess says, smiling at him when he sits up, “It’ll be fun, and you love your wife, so you’re not going to complain.”

You scoff, “Yeah, well, we’ll see.”

You’re not too thrilled to have to drive in the snow, but you don’t want John to drive because then he’ll know exactly where you’re going. John keeps offering to drive so you don’t have to, but you smile and shake your head.

“I’m not going to get sick, am I?” John asks as you both walk out to the car, and you furrow your brow when you look at him. “Like rollercoasters?”

You laugh as you get in the car, “It’s December.”

“Oh, yeah, true.” John exhales, pulling on his seat belt.

You pull onto the street and begin to drive to Brighton while John fumbles around with the radio to find something to listen to. He lets out a small sigh and reaches into your purse for your phone, then he connects it to the Bluetooth and starts to play a playlist you’ve made of songs for the two of you, and he looks over at you to check for your reaction when one of his favorite songs comes on.

“Ooh, good song choice.”

John smiles as he looks over at you, “This song reminds me of you.”

“Well isn’t that odd?” you glance over at him and smile, “Because it reminds me of you!”

Leaning over to kiss your cheek, John quietly sings along to the song, and you smile when you meet his gaze for a moment before you focus on driving. You’re holding tight to the steering wheel as you drive through the snow, but a smile spreads across your face again as you feel John place his hand on your thigh, causing you to finally relax more.

“I’m excited.” John whispers as he looks at you, leaning closer to kiss your cheek. “Can I have a hint?”

“Hmm…” you tilt your head a little, “I don’t know. Let me think. Well, it could be a sweet date for any age. Families, first dates, teenage couples.”

John laughs, “A carnival?”

“December, John.”

“Oh, yeah.” he chuckles.

“No more guessing, you’re gonna figure it out.” you shake your head and look over at John, “I want to surprise you.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs, leaning over to kiss your cheek again, “You smell good, baby.”

You smile as you look over at John, and your stomach fills with butterflies when your gaze meets his. How the hell is he your husband? You’re still not quite used to it.

“Hey, am I dressed okay?” he asks, gesturing to his gray t-shirt and denim jeans, “I noticed you were in a t-shirt and jeans, so I just dressed more casual.”

You look over John’s outfit and nod, “Perfect. I love this shirt on you, by the way. You look very handsome.”

“Thanks,” John looks down at it and fixes it, then he inhales deeply and looks over at you again, “Sorry, I keep looking at you.”

“I’ve noticed.” you chuckle softly, then you look over at John, “Why is that?”

John chuckles as he shrugs, “Can’t believe you’re my wife. I’m still having a hard time wrapping my head around it.”

“No shit? Because me too!” you laugh as you look at him, “I can’t believe it. I’m so lucky.”

Reaching over, John places his hand on the back of your head and scratches his fingers against your scalp, “I can’t imagine my life without you, peach.”

You smile softly as you look at John, then you reach over and pinch his cheek lightly, “I really hope you like this.”

John smiles tenderly as he looks at you, “I will.”

“Okay, Jonathan, I gotta ask a weird question.”

John chuckles as he looks at you, “Okay.”

“In my purse, there’s a bandana. I need you to put it over your eyes.” you say, and John laughs as he looks at you in disbelief, “Please, baby, I want you to be surprised!”

“Fine,” he chuckles, putting the bandana over his eyes, “Just because you’re so cute.”

Pulling into the parking lot, you wave when you see Amanda and Aurelio have already arrived with their kids, and you pull into a spot next to them. Jimmy pulls up next to you and laughs when he sees John with a bandana over his eyes.

“Stay here.” you get out of the car and walk over to Amanda, “Okay, he has no idea where we are, so we gotta keep it a secret.”

Amanda kneels down next to Benji and looks at him, “Uncle John is getting a surprise, okay? Don’t tell him where we are. Don’t say anything.”

“Got it, mommy!” he says, then he smiles at you.

You open the door and reach for John’s hand, and he laughs as he gets out, “Everyone’s here. You just can’t see them.”

“Hi, Uncle John!”

John chuckles as he blindly reaches out to pat Benji’s head, “Hi, Benji.”

“Okay, I feel bad for the poor thing. Let’s get him inside.” you laugh taking John’s hand as you all head to the building, making sure he doesn’t trip on the stairs. “Oh, there’s going to be music playing, so keep that in mind.”

Pushing the door open, you smile wide when you see the colorful lights strobing around the skate rink, and you squeal a little when you see the arcade is lit up with a black light and neon signs. You turn around and reach up to pull the bandana off of John, and he blinks a few times to get his eyes to adjust.

“Surprise! We’re going skating!” you clasp your hands in front of your chest and wait for John’s reaction.

“Wow…” he laughs as he looks around, then he smiles when he sees his friends. “I never would have guessed this.”

You look at John as everybody walks away to the arcade and skate rental, and you shrug when he looks at you. You bite your lip nervously and shrug again since John isn’t really having a reaction. You look over your shoulder as Tess and Jimmy lace up their skates, then you look to your right to see Benji and Aurelio playing a game in the arcade.

“Hey,” John wraps his arms around your waist and smiles, “This is good.”

“Is it? You didn’t have much of a reaction. If you don’t like this, please tell me and we can go somewhere else.”

John shakes his head and leans down to kiss you, “No, no, this is great! I just…I can’t skate.”

“Are you sure that’s it? Don’t tiptoe around my feelings, it doesn’t help me.”

“I am positive, but…” he pulls you closer and smiles, “I’m willing to put on a pair of skates and let you teach me.”

You smile as you lean up to kiss John and wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts you up. He walks over to Jimmy and Tess with you in his arms, then he sets you down.

“Get your skates!” Tess says, standing up as she looks at you, “I’ll go with you.”

You give John a quick kiss, then you hold hands with Tess as you walk over to get some skates. You sit down on the ground and put them, rolling a little in place to make sure they’re snug, and you smile when you see Amanda tying Benji’s skates.

“Aunt Y/N, will you help me?” he asks, looking up at you, “My mom can’t skate with me because of my little sister, and my dad said he’s too cool.”

Amanda laughs, “No, baby, he didn’t say that. I said he thinks he’s too cool.”

“I would love to help you. Aunt Tess is going to help too!” you say, snapping Benji’s buckle on his helmet.

You take Benji’s hand as he stands up, and he grips so tight to you that your hand turns a little red. He grabs Tess’ hand too, then he slowly skates with you over to the opening to the rink. Tess lets go of his hand so he can hold onto the wall and your hand, and you smile and wave at John as he leans over the wall to watch.

“Can you make it to Uncle John?” you ask, pointing at John as he waves at Benji. You let go of Benji’s hand and stand in front of him, skating backwards as you put your hands out, “I won’t let you fall.”

Jimmy dances past as you laugh, then he quickly skates up behind Tess. You look back at Benji, and you feel John’s hand on your back when you get to him.

“You made it!” you smile at Benji, then you watch him as Jimmy and Tess take his hands and skate with him. You look at John and lean over to kiss him before you dance away from him as you sing along with the song, and you wave him over.

John shakes his head, “Soon though.”

Skating over to Tess, you smile when you see Benji laughing as he clings to Jimmy’s hand, and Tess watches with a smile on her face. You look up as you get closer to John, and you dance by as he talks with Amanda. You stop in front of him and jokingly dance to get his attention, and he reaches out for you, pulling close by your fingertips.

“Amanda, why don’t you skate with Benji?” you ask, and you look over at Aurelio struggling to skate, “Benji convinced Aurelio.”

“Our first date was to the roller rink when we were 17.” she laughs, then she shakes her head, “He’s just as bad now as he was then.”

John looks at her and shrugs, “I can watch Harper.”

Amanda smiles as she hands Harper over to John, then she quickly walks over to get a pair of skates. You look at John as he bounces Harper in his arms, and you lean against the wall and smile as you watch him.

“You look good with a baby.” you smile, then you gasp, “I love this song. I gotta go.”

John and Harper wave at you when you skate away, and you sing the song as Tess skates over to you. The lights start to dim as a disco ball spins in the center of the rink, and you smile when you see Jimmy with Tess, and Amanda and Aurelio with Benji. As you skate past John, you see him bouncing Harper as he sits down on the bench, and you head over to the wall to sit down next to him.

Tess plops down next to John and exhales loudly, “I’m dying of thirst.”

“Wanna head to the arcade?” you ask John as Tess takes Harper, then you get up and change back into your shoes. You hold tight to John’s hand as you head into the arcade, and you smile when he feeds a few dollars to a machine in exchange for some tokens. “So, be honest, are you having fun?”

“I am,” he nods, looking at you, “It’s fun seeing you out there, and now I’m gonna win you something.”

You jokingly roll your eyes as you cling to John’s arm, “Okay.”

John stops in front of a shooting game and winks at you as he puts a token in the machine. He holds up the shotgun and watches as a deer runs across the screen, and he shoots it. He does the same thing several more times until he sees the tickets coming out of the machine.

“Ooh, 10 whole tickets. I can totally get the slap bracelet.” you joke, and John scrunches his eyebrows as he laughs.

“No, I’m winning you that teddy bear.” he says, pointing at the tie-dyed teddy bear hanging on the wall, and you smile as you look at him. “Only the best for my girl.”

As soon as John realized that they had laser tag, he couldn’t be convinced not to play. You’re all standing with the ugly little vests on, and it’s husbands against wives, well, it’s John, Jimmy, and Aurelio against you, Tess and Benji since Amanda has Harper, but John offered to watch her again after this round.

“I’m gonna kick your ass in this,” you tease as you look at John, “Just watch.”

John puffs his chest up and scoffs, “Sure.”

You give John one last kiss before you head into the door opposite of the door he’s going in, and you jokingly glare at him as he laughs. Benji clings to your back pocket, and you and Tess both stand in front of him as to protect him so he isn’t out right away.

Tiptoeing slowly into the room, you look around to find a corner for Benji, then you point at it and kneel down, “Wait here, Aunt Tess and I will lure them over to you, then you’ll get them with a sneak attack.”

“You know you’re not whispering very quietly, peach.” John says, and you immediately turn around to protect Benji.

You look over your shoulder at Benji, then you and Tess both begin to tiptoe around the little arena. It’s not completely dark since there’s a light with different strobing colors, but it is really hard to see. You know that John is probably having no trouble at all -- he’s trained for this.

Tess squeals loudly as she runs away from Jimmy who is chasing her, then you hear Benji laughing when Aurelio spots him, which means John is probably stalking right behind you or somewhere near you. Taking a deep breath, you stop in place as you look around, then you immediately turn around as John shoots you.

“You ass!” you shoot John back and laugh as he grabs you by the waist and pushes you against the wall, “Oh, what? You’re gonna kiss me and make it up to me?”

John leans down to kiss you, then he quickly looks over to his left and shoots Tess when she runs past.

“Hey! No fair!” she whines, and you look at John as you laugh.

You shrug a little, “Won’t lie, that was a kinda hot.”

You look down at your vest and see that you only have two red dots left on it, and you look up at John and see he only has two as well. You both hold each other’s gazes, then you immediately shoot him again just as he shoots you.

“One left, peach.” he whispers as he leans down to kiss you, sucking on your bottom lip a little as you lean in for more, but he stops and starts to walk away.

“I’ll find you again.” you say, and John scoffs as he backs away from you, lifting his laser gun up. “You wouldn’t. I’m your wife!”

John smirks as he stops walking, and you look down to see the last red dot has gone out.

“You ass!”

“Time to strap some skates on you.” you laugh against his lips, and John jokingly groans. “Don’t worry, no one is going to look at you and laugh. Everyone’s worried about themselves.”

“I just don’t want to embarrass myself in front of you.”

You tilt your head slightly as you smile, “Trust me, you’re not going to. I fell earlier, and I wasn’t embarrassed -- I just laughed!”

“I know, but this is really out of my comfort zone, I can’t lie.” he says, and you nod as you hold his hands. “I love you, I really do. And that is why I am going to get some skates and pray like hell I don’t fall on my face.”

Smiling as you look up at John, you stand on your tiptoes and kiss him as he wraps his arms around you, “I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Nah, it’ll be fun.” he says, then he looks over when Benji runs up with his skates, and he looks up at John in hopes that he’ll help him tie them.

“Uncle John, are you gonna come with?”

John nods as he ties Benji’s skates, “Yup, just gotta get my skates.”

Tess and Jimmy are back skating around the rink, and you look over at John before you get your skates. You get your skates on and smile when you see Benji holding tight to John’s hand as he gets a pair of skates. Amanda says something to make John laugh, and he shakes his head as he smiles, putting on his skates. You watch as the two talk, and she reaches over to touch his face.

Amanda is like a little sister to John, and you absolutely adore her. You really look forward to spending more time with her once you have a baby of your own. You know how often Tess and her hang out now since they both have kids, and you totally want in on that. In fact you cried to John the other night because you called Tess to hang out but she was out with Amanda. It’s safe to say you were a little jealous.

You smile at John when he looks up at you, then he waves you over to him. You quickly make your way back over to John, and you reach for his hands, pulling him to stand up as he wobbles in place a little. He looks so incredibly out of place in this setting, but it warms your heart how he really wants to do this. His long limbs looks so funny as he wobbles in place, and you put your hands out to keep him from falling.

“You got this, John!” Amanda laughs.

“Go slow.” John whispers as you start to skate backwards with him to the opening of the rink, then he holds onto the wall and stands up straight. He’s so much taller now that he’s wearing skates, and you strain your neck almost to look up at him. “Okay, I think I can do this.”

You keep your hands out in front of John just in case he falls, but if he does, you’re going down with him. Jimmy skates past and slaps John on his back, causing John to teeter a little, and Jimmy grimaces. You reach out to hold John, but his skate slips from under him, and he holds tight to you with his hand on the back of your head as you both tumble to the floor. You’re both laughing hysterically as people skate past, and you check to make sure he didn’t get hurt.

“You’re good?”

John laughs as he nods his head, “I’m good, you?”

“I’m good.” you get up from the floor and help John back up. “You’re doing great, babe.”

Holding tight to your hands, John starts to gain more confidence as you pull him with you, and you smile at him when he inhales deeply, standing up with even more confidence. You dance to the music and sing along to the song while John watches, and you pull him a little closer to kiss you.

“How are you so good at this?”

You intertwine your fingers with John’s and continue skating backwards, “Tess and I went to the skating rink all the time when we were younger. It was the hangout spot for us. Mom would give us each 10 bucks and tell us to come home for dinner. We’d spend the entire afternoon there, but the best was on weekends because all the cool older kids were there. They taught us some cool moves.”

“Did you go on a date to a roller rink in highschool?”

“You know what? I did!” you laugh as you look over your shoulder a little to make sure you’re not going to run over Benji, then you look back at John, “Though my date wasn’t this fun, and definitely not as cute as you.”

John scoffs, holding tighter to your hand as you start to round the corner a little, “But he was a better skater than me.”

“Actually he wouldn’t even put on a pair. He was so boring, yuck. Never went on a date with him again.” you say, then you shrug, “Anyway, I was a junior in highschool when they closed on local roller rink, so we found one that was about 30 minutes away that had these special nights, just like this, and we’d have a blast.”

“This is fun.” John whispers in your ear, and you lean back and smile at him. “I love you.”

“I love you!” you say, then you cup your hands in front of your mouth and yell, “I love this man!”

Sliding his hands into your back pockets, John pulls you closer and whispers in your ear, “Can’t wait to get you home. I’m dying to taste you, hear you scream my name.”

“Well, this is your birthday party, and whatever the birthday boy wants, he should get.” you say, cocking up your eyebrow.

John leans over the wall and looks at you, “Yeah?”

“Yup,” you hop onto the wall and scoot in front of John as you lean closer to his ear, “Can’t wait to get home either, then I can feel you in my mouth, taste you on my tongue…”

John bites his lip as you lean back to look at him, then he looks down at his watch, “Damn, it’s getting late.”

“Shut up!” you laugh as you hop off the way and skate away from John.

You’re holding tight to the tie dye teddy bear that John won for you as he drives home, and you melt when you see the sweetest smile on his face. He won the bear for you after he actually skated with you for a bit, then he pulled you back to the arcade because there was photo booth calling your names. Today went exactly as planned, except for falling several times with John, but that’s okay! He laughed it off and stood back up, and he was determined to get around the rink once without falling.

“I had a lot of fun today, mouse.” he says, glancing over at you, “Thank you for today.”

You reach over and place your hand on his thigh, “You’re welcome. Thanks for indulging me. I know you were so out of your element, and it warmed my heart how you badly you tried to skate, but sweetheart, you’re awful.”

John laughs loudly, nodding his head, “Skating is not my forte.”

“I could see that.” you chuckle, then you lean up to kiss John’s cheek before he pulls into your driveway, “I can already tell I’m covered in bruises from falling so much.”

Groaning a little, you get out of the car and rotate your neck as you rub a sore spot on your lower back, then you look at John as he rubs his left knee before he gets out of the car -- it’s always the left knee.

“Knee bothering you?” you ask, and John nods. “Well, look, I got a present for you--”

John shakes his head, “No.”

“It’s your birthday! Sort of! Just let me give you a birthday present, Jonathan!”

John is still giving you a disapproving look as he unlocks the door, and you roll your eyes as you start to take off your jacket.

“Christmas is only a few weeks away.” John walks over and turns on the Christmas lights, then he gestures to the tree, “There’s already gifts under it for me.”

“Oh, like you don’t have gifts around the house in your sneaky little spots.” you laugh, walking back over to him, “Just let me give you my present.”

Taking a deep breath, John exhales and sits down on the couch, groaning quietly when he bends his knee, “Fine.”

You clap your hands as you walk over to the tree and find the gift you tucked behind it, then you sit down on the couch next to John and hand him the bag with a huge smile on your face.

“There’s a few things in there.”

John leans over to kiss your cheek as you watch him, then he turns his focus to his gift. He reaches into the bag and pulls out something, pulling back the tissue paper to see it, and you watch the smile spread across his face when he sees a wedding picture of the two of you.

“Oh, wow…” John smiles as he looks at you, and you shrug as you grow nervous.

“Look, I know this isn’t something you’d usually get your husband, but we just bought the record player last month, and I had the idea of doing this for our anniversary, but…” you lean over and pull out the vinyl record, “It’s the song we had our first dance to.”

John wraps his arm around you and smiles, “I love it. I’d say we should put it on and dance, but I think it’s safe to assume we’re both very sore.”

“Yeah,” you nod, then you gesture to the bag so he can look at what else you got him.

No matter what the occasion, you always make sure to put a bag of M&Ms in it for John, and he’s always so excited about it. He reaches in and pulls out a small box, then he opens it to remove a nice new leather wallet.

“I noticed your old one is getting a little worn out.”

John chuckles, “I actually was just thinking about buying a new one -- or hinting at it for Christmas. You know me so well, peach. What else do we got in here?”

You watch John closely as he reaches his hand back into the bag, and you smirk when he pulls out a bottle of massage oil. He looks it over as he reads the box, then he looks up at you, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“Kinda perfect since we’re both so sore,” you say, taking it from John to read the side, “The oil blend promotes deep tissue softness while also providing a natural slip. Creating passionate sex and massage ability.”

John laughs as he looks at you, “Say that one part again, about the slip.”

Leaning closer to John, you brush your lips against his and smirk as you whisper, “A natural…slip.”

The two of you maintain eye contact as you slide your hand up his thigh to the bulge in his pants, and you stand up from the couch, groaning loudly from the pain in your back while John puts his hand on his knee and winces.

“Baby, you know I love you. You know how much I want you…” John says, and you start to nod in agreement before he even says anything. “I want you all the time, every single day, but I don’t think my body is going to allow it tonight.”

“You and me both.” you laugh as you look at John, “Why don’t we just go lay down?”

John winces as he stands up from the couch, then the two of you shuffle off slowly to the stairs, dreading the fact that you’ll have to get up them somehow. You both groan and wince as you get up, and you start to laugh as you reach your room.

“So, this is what it’s going to be like when we’re old, huh?” you slowly make your way over to your side of the bed and start to undress.

“Well, I’m already old, so, yeah…” he jokes, then he furrows his brow when he sees the large bruise on your thigh. He quickly pulls his clothes and gets into bed, grabbing the lotion off your nightstand so he can rub your back. “Lay down.”

You toss your clothes in the hamper near the dresser, then you look down at Bleu as he lays at the foot of the bed, “We’ll have to give him extra t-r-e-a-t-s tomorrow since he didn’t get to go for a w-a-l-k tonight.”

“He’ll be fine. Come here,” John pats the bed and smiles as you lay down on your stomach, and you close your eyes when you feel the cold lotion on your bare back. “Thank you again for today. I love you so much.”

Opening your eyes, you look up at John and smile, then you move closer to lay against his chest, “I wanted to do something nice for you, and I promise next year that we’ll do something on your actual birthday.”

“I’m not worried about it, but I am happy to know I have such a thoughtful wife.” he whispers, moving your hair away from your face. “You looked so cute skating out there. I’m still amazed by the fact that you were so good.”

You jokingly brush your hair off your shoulder, “Well, ya know.”

“You looked sexy.” John laughs, then he leans closer, “I’ll admit it, I’d love to go there again some time. I liked the laser tag.”

“When we have kids, huh?” you say, and John nods. “Sweet little family day there, that’d be fun. Speaking of kids, that’s part of the reason why I wanted to do this now. I’m still on track for my ovulation day, which is only a few days away -- so fucking exciting. But I was thinking, if we waited until spring to go do this, I might be pregnant by then, or who knows, I could be pregnant on your birthday. So, really, this was just me being selfish.”

John chuckles as he leans down to kiss you, “Not at all. I had so much fun with you today, with our family too.”

You bite your cheek as you begin to tear up, “I love when you refer to them as your family. I’m sorry, it’s just so cute. They all love you so much, I hope you know that. As soon as I called Amanda and told her, she was immediately on board, same with Aurelio. They adore you, baby.”

“They love you too.” he says softly, leaning down to kiss you again, “Benji has a huge crush on you, by the way. He told me that he thought you were very pretty.”

Letting out a small laugh, you look up at John, “So sweet.”

“Amanda kept asking if I thought you were pregnant yet -- not that she thought you looked pregnant or anything. She just knows how much we want to be.”

You smile as you reach over for your phone to look at your ovulation app, then you turn it to show John, “Just a few more days, Wick, and you and I could be makin’ a baby.”

“I can’t wait.” John smiles softly, then he presses a kiss to your forehead as you snuggle into his arms, “I can’t wait.”

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Baby’s First Christmas (2020) x Taemin (F)

A Christmas Love Story is a set of 8 short love-filled stories that follows you and Taemin’s relationship through the years during Christmastime. Each story represents a new year with the series beginning in 2013 and ending in 2020.

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You and Taemin celebrate your first Christmas together as a married couple with your new son, Taehwan.

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Word Count: 900

2020

The rising sun seeps its rays through the opening of your blinds, hitting your face until you begin to stir. The rays blanket your face with warmth as your eyes flutter open. A hint of annoyance at the sun rattles inside of you as you turn to your side. The world around you comes into focus as you rub your eyes with your palms while a yawn silently escapes your mouth.

With a blink, you’re met with Taemin’s soft gaze. The sun paints his skin golden, accentuating the pinkish hues of his lips and cheeks, while his eyes appear lighter in color. His unkempt hair is tousled on his head with pieces sticking out in multiple directions. He softly smiles at you before looking towards his chest.

Your eyes look lovingly at your son, Taehwan, fast asleep on Taemin’s chest as it softly rises and falls. Taehwan’s cheek, smushed against his father’s chest, props his mouth open slightly. His small fingers grip onto Taemin’s shirt while Taemin gently rubs soft circles on his back.

“Good morning,” you whisper before leaning over to press a kiss on Taemin’s cheek. “And good morning to you, Siren.” You press a gentle kiss on Taehwan’s cheek that causes him to softly smile in his sleep, exposing his dimple.

“He’s been asleep for half an hour,” Taemin whispers while smiling down at your son before looking back at you. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Tae.” You yawn while stretching your arms overhead. “I got you a present.”

Excitement paints Taemin’s face as you reach into the drawer of your nightstand. A navy leather case enters his view. A wide smile spreads across his face as you open the case to reveal a navy leather hybrid smartwatch that he’s been secretly looking at for the past year. Careful not to disturb Taehwan, you place the watch on Taemin’s wrist. Taemin twists his wrist, admiring the precious gift and taking note of the way the silver glistens off the sun’s rays. He whispers a “Thank you, baby” against your lips as he kisses you.

“I have something for you too. Actually,” Taemin gestures to Taehwan. “We have something for you. Check under the bed.”

Leaning over the edge of the bed, you spot a red bow and reach under the bed to bring a large box on top of the bed. The plain box excites you as you slowly open the lid to reveal a winter-themed scrapbook dressed in various hues of blue and various sizes of silver snowflakes with a photo of you, Taemin, and Taehwan on the front. Large silver letters spell the words “The Lee Family” in a decorative font. Your fingertips gently caress the faces of the picture before you open the book where you’re greeted with the first picture you and Taemin took together with your pirate snowman.

Page after page, more tears gather in your eyes as you relive each memory you’ve made with Taemin from your first meeting in 2013 to now. Each page is uniquely decorated and put together with pictures and love notes. Unable to contain your tears any longer, you allow your tears to fall with the overwhelming feeling of love displayed before you. Leaning over, you slowly press your lips against Taemin’s, your tears falling against his face.

“You got your tears on me,” he softly laughs before you wipe them away with the sleeve of your shirt.

“I love it, Tae. Words can’t explain how much I love you and Siren,” you smile while looking at your son whose eyes look between you and Taemin. “Let’s take a picture. Our first Christmas as a family.”

Grabbing your phone, you press yourself close to Taemin’s body, feeling his warmth and smelling the light smell of baby powder under Taehwan’s neck.

Naturally, you and Taemin lean your heads close to one another and smile before taking the picture.

“I can’t wait to add this to the scrapbook,” you wiggle with happiness before setting your phone to the side.

Taemin chuckles at your dance before gazing down at Taehwan. “We didn’t forget about you buddy.”

“That’s right,” you nod with a wide smile. “Mommy and daddy got you something special.”

Taking Taehwan into your arms, Taemin reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a small teddy bear dressed in a polka dot bowtie. “This was mine when I was younger,” he softly explains to Taehwan, who reaches forward for the bear. “And now, it’s yours.”

Taemin gently places the bear in Taehwan’s arms. He watches his son with loving eyes as Taehwan places the bear’s ear in his mouth and tries to have a good grip on the bear. His laughter brings a smile to your and Taemin’s face as you watch your son cuddle his new toy. A few moments pass before you and Taemin lock eyes with one another. Like when you were younger, a swarm of butterflies enter your stomach and make you turn your head as your cheeks grow warm. With his curled index finger softly under your chin, he guides your head to face him once more before leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispers, his eyes taking in the features of your face while softly smiling at you.

A sweet soft chuckle hums against your lips before you lean forward and press your forehead against his. “I love you too.”

Author's Note: This concludes the A Christmas Love Story series. It is my hope that you enjoyed this cute little series as you watched your relationship with Taemin unfold and I sincerely hope you have a great rest of your holidays!

#taemin scenarios #taemin fluff #shinee scenarios #shinee fluff #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #taemin fanfic #SHINee FanFic #kpop fanfic

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ahockeywrites · 4 years ago

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A Very Merry Christmas

As the snow began to fall in Vancouver, Elias looked over to see that you had already got out of bed before him. This never surprised him as you were always awake when he had morning skate and usually had him a coffee prepared. But this was Christmas morning, he thought you might have stayed in bed for a bit longer but the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen made him realise why you had ventured out of bed.

He slipped out of bed and found some tracksuit pants to put on and joined you in the kitchen. The sight of you in one of his shirts, cooking breakfast for the two of you was so domestic and he wished that he could spend every morning like this. His arms wrapped around your waist and he rested his chin on your shoulder. “Morning älskling,” he whispered in your ear, voice still full of sleep. You could never grow tired of his morning voice, it strengthened his accent which you loved.

“Morning baby,” you replied softly. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he said as he turned you around and pulled you in for a brief kiss followed by a hug. “What’s all the food for,” Elias asked, pointing at the spread on the counter.

“I just thought, you’ve done so much for me this year, I wanted to do something for you,” you explained. He had been there through your job struggles and never left your side when you were feeling down. “Plus, we can’t open presents on an empty stomach.” Elias let out a hearty laugh, agreeing with you. He asked if he could do anything to help and you suggested setting the table

The movements the two of you made in the kitchen looked as though they could have been rehearsed. It came from knowing each other so well, no words needed to be spoken. Everyone on the Canucks knew that you and Elias could communicate with so much as a look or eyebrow raise. Nothing else was needed and you would know what the other wanted.

Breakfast was a simple affair, even if you had prepared something fancier than the usual toast or cereal. The two of you shared Christmas memories and the stories became funnier and funnier until you needed to stop the tears from rolling down your faces. You reminded Elias that you would be spending the afternoon at your parents house which was about an hour away from the flat you shared with him and he went to your room to decide what he should wear. “Elias, jeans and a smart shirt will be fine, just don’t show up like you’re trying to walk the catwalk like you did for my mom’s birthday,” you laughed. “Black jeans, that blue shirt you like, and a Santa hat. You’ll fit in perfectly.”

“What are you wearing?” he asked, as you had been trying to hide it from his prying eyes. You pulled out a dress from behind your back and his jaw dropped. It was a black, A-line dress with small candy canes printed on it. It was modest, as it went down past your knees and covered your arms entirely, but the bodice was tight fitting, you didn’t even need to put it on for him to notice that.

Suddenly, you were pulled into Elias’ arms, your back flush against his chest. “You’re not actually going to wear that are you?” he almost growled into your ear. This was the response you wanted to have after seeing your family, not before, but you couldn’t help yourself as you rolled your hips into his. “Älskling, if you keep doing that, we’ll be late to your parent’s place and we don’t want them to see the bruises I can leave on you.”

Letting out a small gasp, you stepped away from him. “Elias Pettersson, you would not,” you replied with pretend shock. This wouldn’t be the first time you had arrived late together, not looking perfectly put together, but it was always arriving at a team event, never a family event.

He pulled you back into his grasp, “you know that’s a lie, and if you don’t stop being a brat, I’m gonna fuck you right here,” he groaned. You pulled out of his arms and skipped away to have a shower, letting Elias know he could go in after you. If this is how today was going to go, he wanted to skip to the good bit.

You adjusted the temperature of the shower and allowed yourself to get lost under the stream of water. As it was Christmas, you had a small collection of Lush shower gels forming and you picked your favourite and applied it to a small wash cloth. You lathered up the gel and enjoyed the music you had put on to relax. This was the first Christmas that Elias was spending with your family and you really wanted it to go well, but it didn’t help that your dad had been sharing the news to all of your family members that you were dating the Canucks’ star forward. They were all shocked but very happy for the two of you, as everyone in your family was a fan of the Canucks. It did make every family gathering slightly awkward for the first half an hour or so before they remembered that Elias was a normal person like everyone else.

Elias knew he shouldn’t join you in the shower, because you would get too caught up in the shower doing things that your parents would not need to know about. Instead, he checked he had hidden the most important present for you behind the tree well enough so you wouldn’t find it first. “Elias!” he heard, “your turn.”

He quickly made his way to the bedroom to collect a pair of boxers and saw you waltzing out of the bathroom in a pair of red lingerie. “Please tell me that you’re not going to be wearing that under the dress to your parents,” he sighed.

“If I am, it is not your problem until we get home from my parents,” you remarked. Elias rolled his eyes, but you couldn’t help but notice the bulge forming in his pants. Shoving him towards the bathroom, you put on a small amount of makeup and the dress that fit you so well.

The living room of the flat which you and Elias lived in was adorned with Christmas decorations. Lights hung along the crown moulding, a bunch of mistletoe hanging above the entrance to the kitchen and a perfectly decorated tree in the corner of the lounge. The two of you wanted to get a real tree, but you knew that cleaning it up regularly would annoy both of you so settled on a large fake one and covered it in many decorations. Lights, tinsel, baubles, beads, if you could buy it, it graced the tree.

You allowed yourself to take in the freshly fallen snow as you made your second coffee of the morning. It wasn’t uncommon for you to have multiple coffees to keep your energy high, and today was no exception. You were pretty sure that you had woken up earlier than usual and would be going to bed later because you would want to catch up with your family.

Elias watched you from a distance, admiring the person he had fallen in love with. Loving someone was never easy. But with you, it was just right. The way you laughed when Brock fell over on the ice at family skate, it made him think about how you could be doing the same thing in five years, but with a baby in your arms. The way you looked at Quinn when he was having troubles with his girlfriend, it made him think about how you could be doing that to your children in the future. The way you took pride in everything you did, it made him see not just a person, like some others might. He saw someone who was perfectly crafted to be the missing puzzle piece in his life.

He wanted to use the word soulmates, that’s what Brock called the two of you, but to him that was to cliche. The only thing that worked, in his mind, was that you were his true love. He never wanted to go another day without calling you his, officially. Yes, the two of you were official in the sense of being with each other exclusively, all your friends and family knew about you being together, even the fans thought he had found a special someone. But that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to be able to post photos of you together on Instagram, he wanted to buy a nice house for the two of you to start a family together, he wanted you to share his last name.

He smiled as he thought about the final present he was going to give you. Asking your parents for their blessing was awkward, but he tried his best to explain his reasons why he wanted to ask you to marry him. It wasn’t that your parents didn’t like Elias, they just saw him as the hockey player and found it difficult to separate the stereotypes that they had attached to them. But they understood he had good intentions and wanted the best for the two of you. He left your parents house, filled with coffee, cake and the knowledge that they were excited to hear if their child was getting married.

As you were fluffing the cushions on the couch to make it more comfortable, you looked around at the place you called home. Cosy, that was the word you always used to describe it to anyone who asked. Yes, the view over the city was beautiful. Yes, the apartment came with amazing facilities. But, so did all the other apartments in this block. What made yours stand out was how you made it feel like a home, the photos from your’s and Elias’ childhood that adorned the mantlepiece, the candles which sat on the coffee table. It was all you could have asked for and with the man you loved, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“I’m gonna make tea,” Elias called from the kitchen. You hadn’t even realised that he had finished in the shower, your daydream must have overtaken all of your senses. “Want a cup?”

“I’m good, E,” you replied, “still got my coffee.” He poked his head around the doorframe and shot you a nod of understanding. Elias saw you covered in blankets keeping warm and smiled to himself. It was how the two of you worked, it was perfect.

Elias wandered into the living room with his tea and sat down next to you. “Present time?” you asked, eyes wide. Your boyfriend nodded and reached to get some of the ones he had bought for you. “If any of these are Pettersson jerseys, I will be giving them to family members later,” you laughed. He reassured you that none of them were and allowed you to open the gifts he had selected.

The first one made you cry with laughter, it was a photo from Halloween where you and Elias had dressed up as each other and he was in a tight dress, heels and you had done his makeup as you would on a night out. It was a photo that would be living in a prominent place in the apartment whether he liked it or not. The second one made you smile, it was the start of a scrapbook of all the memories you and Elias had together, it was beautiful to see how much effort he had put into it and the empty pages were just waiting to be filled. The third made you gasp, it was a beautiful silver, hockey skate pendant with the number 40 engraved on the back.

“Elias, it’s beautiful,” you exclaimed.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he replied lovingly. “I have one more gift for you,” he started as he reached towards the back of the tree for a small, velvet box. As soon as you saw it, you let out a small gasp. It couldn’t be, you thought. “Now, I really hoped that I would get to open mine first, because then this would be the last one. But, I couldn’t help myself.”

Elias shifted his weight so he was resting on one knee, “I could probably say one million things here, but none of them come to mind,” he laughed. “I want to spend the rest of my life by your side, I want you to be the one I come home to after every road trip, I want you to be the mother of my children. So, Y/N, will you make me the happiest man this Christmas, will you marry me?”

It was difficult for you to form words, but you frantically nodded and pulled him into a hug. “Of course I will Elias,” you whispered into his ear. You hadn’t even noticed the ring that he had selected to begin with, as you were just looking into his eyes, but when you looked at it, you saw the most delicately cut diamond on a simple rose gold band. It was elegant and classy, exactly like Elias. He slid the ring onto your finger and placed a series of kisses on your knuckles. “I don’t know how my presents will live up to this, but I guess I can try,” you giggled, high on the joy that being freshly engaged gave.

“I am sure, whatever you have got me, I will love, just as much as I love you,” he explained. The way he looked at you with all the love in his eyes made you believe what he said. The two of you sat back down by the tree and you passed him the ones you had wrapped for him.

You smiled at him as he unwrapped the first one, it was a collection of Swedish inspired coffees because you knew how much he missed the coffee from his home country and anything you could do to make him feel more comfortable in Canada, you would do. The second one was a set of plans for a get away out of Vancouver during a long break they had. As much as you enjoyed living in the city, you both enjoyed getting out into nature and spending some time away from the bustling city with each other. The third, the third was something you knew he had always wanted but he never bought. It was a silver Rolex watch with his initials engraved in the back. “Y/N, you didn’t,” he gave you a shocked look.

“Try it on,” you began, “I got one that will go with the majority of your suits.” You sent him a soft smile, hoping it was the right size. The light reflected off the silver that now adorned his wrist and he lifted that hand to rest on your left hand. The new pieces of jewellery fit so perfectly and you leaned in to press a kiss on Elias’ lips.

“We need to think about heading to your parents,” Elias said, kissing your forehead gently. “As you said earlier, don’t want to be late to our first family event as an engaged couple.” You let out a big laugh and quickly ran around the house collecting the gifts for different members of the family. You also picked up the dessert you had prepared the day before and made sure there were enough Santa hats for you, Elias and anyone who forgot one.

The drive to your parents place was peaceful and you made sure that the Christmas tunes were blasting. When you arrived outside the house, you noticed that you weren’t the first to arrive. “Baby, how are we gonna tell everyone?” you asked, not wanting to have differing ideas on this.

“How about we just wait until someone notices?” he suggested. “That way, we don’t have to tell anyone who doesn’t say something to us first.” You nodded in agreement and went to knock on the front door of your childhood home. It was always strange returning home and not using your own key to open the door, but still, you stood in the cold Vancouver air waiting for one of your parents to answer.

“Y/N! Elias! You’ve made it! Come in out of the cold,” your mother ushered you two in. “Coats in the usual place, and I’ll take that from you,” she spoke as she took the apple pie you had made from your hands. “Everyone is in the living room, so just head through.”

You walked through to the living room and started greeting family members but you didn’t realise that Elias had been pulled into the kitchen to talk with your parents. They started with small talk based on the season and how the apartment was, but the three of them knew what the real reason why he was pulled aside was. “So, did you ask her?” your mum asked excitedly.

All Elias responded with was, “check her left hand, and see for yourself.” He let out a cheeky smile after saying this and your parents were glad you had picked a man with a sense of humour and would be ready to welcome him, officially, to the family when you were ready.

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a-supernatural-writer · 4 years ago

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Lost in the Shadow Pt.6

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FemOC x Poly Lost Boys

“Four mates.” Vanessa said as she pulled out a glass bottle of soda from the fridge. She popped it open with a bottle opener and sat on top of the kitchen counter.

“Four mates.” She repeated herself and took a drink, “I can’t believe it.”

For the first time that night, Vanessa took off her black shades, revealing her eyes. Her left one was a baby blue while her right was a light brown. Her heterochromia was a genetic condition that Vanessa wasn’t completely proud of. Too many times was she judged for it. She only took off her shades to those she trusted and well, sometimes it added a little “wow” factor to their performances.

Danielle smiled at her as she removed mugs from one of the many cardboard boxes that were scattered around their new home. She placed the mugs in the cabinet, “Believe it. You know, it’s not unheard of Ness.”

Vanessa set down her bottle and took out her fourth cigarette of the night which Danielle gave her a look for. Vanessa shrugged innocently, “What? It helps me de-stress. And I know it’s not unheard of, it’s just rare! It’s not normal.”

Luis poked his head into the kitchen when he heard Vanessa, “Normal? We’re dhampirs. Even to regular vampires we aren’t normal.”

He walked into the kitchen with another cardboard box that was labeled ‘dishes’ and set it down at their large dinner table. He was no longer wearing his shawl, leaving his chest bare except for the few necklaces that dangled around his neck. Seeing Luis’s bare chest didn’t faze either of the girls.

Luis walked over to Vanessa, leaning back against the counter next to her and taking a sip of her drink as she smoked, “But think of it this way. You’ve been forever young since the 1600’s and finally, you found your mates. For over two hundred years you had a coven, but you didn’t have love.”

Vanessa scoffed, “What? You guys don’t love me?” She teased, nudging Luis. Danielle chuckled, smacking Vanessa’s arm lightly.

Luis nudged her back with a chuckle, “You know what I mean. Romantic love. It’s high time that you have it. And plus, they’re hot so…” He trailed off, laughing as both Vanessa and Danielle whacked him.

“You’re not wrong there.” Vanessa reluctantly agreed with him. They were very attractive. Each in their own special way.

“I think it was good you invited them.” Danielle said as she floats up from the ground, placing mugs on the highest shelf. “Get to know them better.”

Vanessa hummed in agreement, tapping the ashes off in the sink beside her, “No doubt they’ll distract me tomorrow… in more ways than one.”

Danielle raised a brow, “Would you want them to?”

The whited haired woman blew out smoke, “I wouldn’t complain but the shop is important. We put a good portion of our money into it and we wanted this for a long time. It would have to take some serious convincing to tear me away tomorrow night.”

At her words, Danielle and Luis caught each other's eye and looked back at Vanessa who was snuffing out her cigarette in a random ashtray they placed around the house. She hopped off the counter, “I’m gonna head up. Unpack some shit and get to bed. See you at dawn.”

Danielle and Luis bid her goodnight and watched as she walked up the stairs. They waited until they heard her bedroom door close so she wouldn’t hear their conversation. When they heard the door close, Sarah and Timothy entered the kitchen, “We’re all thinking the same thing, right?” Timothy asked.

Danielle floated back down to the ground and nodded, “They’re her mates, she’s gonna need to spend time with them before we reveal ourselves.”

Sarah sat down at the table, “So we just make sure she takes a break when they come by and get her out for a bit.”

Luis took the rest of Vanessa’s drink, cradling it to his chest, “Let’s hope it works.”

Upstairs, oblivious to the conversation, Vanessa changed out of her clothing from the day, settling into her king bed with a white long sleeves button-up dress. In a way it looked like an oversized mens dress shirt.

Vanessa stared up at her ceiling in the darkness, sighing. She didn’t even touch her boxes like she said she would. All she wanted to do was sleep, calm down and start fresh tomorrow.

She rolled onto her side, hugging her pillow close to her. Tomorrow would be a new day, and she had hours to prepare herself before the night came. She smiled a little into her pillow. A bit of excitement blooming in her chest. Four mates… who would’ve thought?

Meanwhile, in the cave of a sunken hotel, David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko were having their own celebration. Hoots and hollers echoed through the cave, their laughter bouncing off of the walls and traveling down the maze of tunnels.

Star watched on from her spot in the main cave while Laddie was playing with whatever stuffed toys he had laying around. Star has never seen them so happy before. Even David wore a grin so big that it almost terrified her to know the reason for it.

The brunette female slipped behind her makeshift curtains that separated the cave from her area, giving her the privacy she needed. She didn’t want to know what the cause of their celebration was, so she distracted herself and played with Laddie.

“Vanessa.” Marko said aloud while running around the cave, following Dwayne. Marko thought it was a pretty name, it suited his mate very well.

“Vanessa.” Paul said it as well. Smoke from his joint flowing out of his mouth when he said the name. He could practically still feel her touch and it made him burst at the seams. He grinned, sitting on the fountain as he continued thinking about it.

Dwayne smiled, riding his skateboard and lightly pressed his hand to his chest. His skin still tingled from when Vanessa backed up into him. He skated past Paul, stealing away his joint which earned a “Hey!” from Paul. Dwayne just laughed, taking a hit.

David soon sat down in his wheelchair, leaning back with a grin, watching the boys enjoy themselves. He looked down at his hand; the hand that Vanessa kissed and traced his fingers over the spot.

She was cheeky, that was for sure. She didn’t easily give into David’s advances and gave him a challenge. A challenge that he was positive he was going to win.

Vanessa’s invitation repeated in his head over and over. Her and her friends were going to be in Santa Carla for a long time because of their shop and it gave them plenty of time to win her over.

“How long do you think we’ll have to wait?” Marko asked aloud, mostly to David as he hung from a stuck out piece of the ceiling above. Paul even stopped chasing Dwayne around to hear what David had to say.

“A few days, maybe a week. We’ll have to turn her friends too.” David said. It was obvious that they were close. All five of them moved together away from their home to open a store together. Vanessa wasn’t going to agree unless her friends joined too.

Paul jumped onto the fountain, somehow getting his joint back from Dwayne, “They seem cool.” He simply stated. The whole group were interesting characters and it would certainly add some more excitement into their lives.

His statement struck up a whole new conversation. Having their mate move into their home was no problem. It was just one more person. But having four more live with them as well would be a bit of a challenge. In a way, they welcomed the idea, but at the same time, how would they hide it from their sire?

“We don’t tell him.” David said, lighting his cigarette.

“David.” Dwayne warned. They couldn’t just not tell him about the group. Keeping something that big from him would more than likely end badly.

David looked over at Dwayne and sighed, blowing out some smoke. Dwayne was right. “We’ll let him know when Vanessa’s fully turned, but we don’t tell him about the others… at least for awhile.”

“But what if-” Marko tried to speak up, thinking the worst.

“He won’t do anything to her.” David interrupted him, knowing exactly what he was thinking. “You don’t mess with a vampires mate. No matter what.”

At least, that’s what David hoped.

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raleighcarrera · 4 years ago

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holiday writing requests

wow feels weird to use the post title feature sdkjfdglfkgjfkjg

ANYWAY i’m opening up winter/holiday themed writing requests for choices & twc !! my goal is to do as many of these as i can before the end of the year but i’m going to try to space them out so please be patient and i’m sorry if i don’t get to yours or if it takes awhile

and thank you all for making my time here so far in 2020 so much fun and for being so nice to me since i made this blog in may ❤️

if you have a specific scenario or request in mind, just send me an ask, but otherwise a list of assorted prompts i’m accepting is under the cut !!

from here - winter/cold weather prompts:

1. first snowfall 2. hot chocolate 3. ice skating 4. blankets 5. fireplace 6. fuzzy socks 7. scarf 8. snowball 9. sweater 10. snuggling 11. snowed - in 12. mistletoe 13. candles 14. winter sunrise 15. eggnog

from here - winter/holiday writing prompts:

1. mistletoe kissing booth 2. makeout sesh in front of the fire, but someone is being a tad too respectful 3. snowball fight turns flirting, turns serious, then flirty again 4. snowed in and huddling for warmth 5. home for the holidays, but my parents won’t let us share a room so we sneak out to see each other

from here - winter/holiday sentence starters:

1. “it’s cold out here, can i borrow your jacket?” 2. “warm my hands up?” 3. “look! it’s snowing!” 4. “the car won’t start...” 5. “it’s supposed to snow tonight, you should just stay here...” 6. “i haven’t felt warmth in approximately twenty-three days.” 7. “that blanket looks big enough for two!” 8. “you’re cute when you’re cold.” 9. “it smells like i just walked into cinnamon hell.” 10. “can’t we stay in bed? it’s cold outside...” 11. “you’re not getting sick again, are you?” 12. “i’ll take care of you.” 13. “don’t slip!” 14. “i may or may not have gotten tangled up in the tinsel.” 15. “so... the tree is too big to fit through the door.” 16. “last minute gift shopping is an art, and you’re not ready for it.” 17. “all i want for christmas is you.” 18. “can i open just one? pleasseeee?” 19. “don’t be such a downer, mr scrooge.” 20. “i have michael bublé’s entire discography and an unopened bottle of wine.” 21. “i couldn’t find any gelt, but we do have raisins!” 22. “please don’t burn the house down.” 23. “normal people don’t own this many candles.” 24. “that’s the ugliest sweater i’ve ever seen.”

from here - winter/holiday prompts

1. “it’s almost midnight!” 2. “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.” 3. “why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?” 4. “if you throw a snowball at my face so help me.” 5. “open your present!” 6. “wanna get shit faced instead?” 7. “why is there mistletoe everywhere?” 8. “i’m still sad you won’t be home for christmas.” 9. “aren’t you afraid of setting the house on fire with all the lights?” 10. “i hope you break your ass on that ice.” 11. “wait, no one got you anything?” 12. “so... we’re kind of snowed in.” 13. “it looks like the north pole threw up.” 14. “are you sure it’s illegal to kill carolers?” 15. “you didn’t think i’d let you spend christmas alone, did you?” 16. “i told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.” 17. “does that stocking have my name on it?” 18. “and now the power’s out.” 19. “you’ve never had a new year’s kiss?” 20. “you’re kind of cute when you look like rudolph.”-“the reindeer?”-“no, my dentist. yes, the reindeer.”

from here - december fanfic prompts

1. a snowball fight 2. overly bundled up for the weather 3, decorating the tree 4. ruining the holiday dinner 5. secret santa gift exchange 6. unwrapping presents 7. making cookies 8. new holiday traditions 9. work holiday party 10. eating candy canes 11. traveling for the holiday 12. a holiday proposal 13. drunk at new year’s party 14. a new year’s kiss

from here - christmas/winter starters

“sorry, it’s not me, it’s the eggnog.” “just so you know, i’m kind of stuck in the christmas lights.” “looks like you’re getting coal this year.” “i just took an online quiz and it said i was on the naughty list! if it was you i could see it, but not me!” “are you seriously crying over rudolph...?” “i just called to tell you merry christmas.” “please stop singing christmas songs.” “if you ring those dumb jingle bells one more time, i will wring your neck.” “oh my god, is that mistletoe...?” “what kind of christmas would it be if we didn’t play in the snow?”

from here - holiday au prompts

1. we don’t like each other, but we’re at a mutual friend’s christmas party and we keep getting caught under the mistletoe together 2. we both work at the mall’s pictures with santa event. you shouldn’t be able to look that attractive in an elf’s costume and we should not be hooking up in santa’s cottage on our break 3. why can’t you turn your christmas lights off at a reasonable hour? they’re way too bright and some of us are trying to sleep. if you won’t turn them off, i’ll turn them off myself 4. my parents keep pestering me about a boy/girlfriend, so i lied and now i need you to be my fake boy/girlfriend for the holidays 5. if you sing one more christmas song, I’m breaking the radio and kicking you out of the car. i don’t care how cute you are, i can’t take one more rendition of santa baby or all i want for christmas is you 6. you didn’t have anywhere to go for the holidays, so i invited you to come home with me as friends but my parents now think we’re dating

from here - more christmas aus

1. “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled, please come inside.” 2. “i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years.” 3. person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there?”) 4. i knitted you a jumper/mittens/scarf 5. “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now... we’re just... staring... at each other...” 6. "our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt, i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 7. “we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now.” 8. TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute) 9. PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF 10. “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”

from here - christmas/holiday starters

1. “woah, someone drank too much egg nog.” 2. “i can’t believe i’m all alone during the holidays.” 3. “i hate snow. and smiling children.” 4. “if i hear one more christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.” 5. “the limit was $20, people. why do I see an iPhone?” 6. “i know who got me this. there’s only one person who knows me this well. it’s you.” 7. “this is really corny... but you’re already a gift to me.” 8. “have i been naughty this year?” 9. “oh, i’d ride in your sleigh.” 10. “your eyes twinkle like tree lights.” 11. “great, now my flight is delayed…” 12. “how am i supposed to get home in this weather?” 13. "do these dreidel cake pops look pinterest-y enough?” 14. “it’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. all holidays are made up.”

from here - new year’s starters

1. “will you kiss me at midnight?” 2. “here's hoping the new year is better than the last.” 3. “this is the perfect way to ring in the new year.” 4. “i don't feel well...” 5. “did you just kiss me?” 6. “the stars are prettier than the fireworks.” 7. “let's ring in the new year right.” 8. “are you drunk?” 9. “can we go home?” 10. “hold my hand.” 11. “i think i drank too much.” 12. “let's get a cab.” 13. “you look silly.”

from here - cold weather starters

1. “it’s hand holding season.” 2. “i got the biggest blanket for us to share.” 3. “your cheeks are so red; it’s so cute!” 4. “this scarf isn’t big enough for two people.” 5. “maybe if i kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.” 6. “hug me; i’m cold and love you.” 7. “are you cold? let’s cuddle, it’ll make you warmer.” 8. “what time is it? don’t answer, it’s christmas.” 9. “if it snows, wake me up.” 10. “christmas songs this early?” 11. “please stay warm; i don’t want you to get sick.” 12. “i refuse to let you go – i’m cold.” 13. “it’s icy outside – also, can you help me limp to the couch?” 14. “i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.” 15. “i’m glad I get to spend this season with you.” 16. “are you shivering?” 17. “i ran you a bath since it’s freezing outside.” 18. “stay in bed with me, it’s warmer here.” 19. “i don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much.” 20. “are you blushing or cold?” 21. “oh, darn, i seem to have forgotten my mittens – please warm my hands?” 22. “i don’t think cold weather is an excuse to drink ten times more coffee.” 23. “well, you can never have too much hot chocolate.” 24. “i’m gonna stay up and wait for it to snow.” 25. “being with you makes the season even better.” 26. “since it’s cold should i start calling you ‘snow angel’?” 27. “are you going to share this coat with me all night?”

#writing prompts tag #anyway just send me a pairing and the prompt you want and happy holidays you guys 💕#love u #also if anyone wants to take any of these prompts i don't own them so feel free !! just link back to the original posts and give credit ok

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