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fluentmoviequoter · 11 months ago

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Merry and Bright

Day 9 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (The Rookie)

Summary: You invite Tim over on Christmas Eve, but he says he's working. A Christmas miracle occurs and Tim knocks on your door, presents in tow.

Word Count: 1.4k+ words

Warnings: so much fluff. How the Grinch Stole Christmas references. Tim is probably OOC. I made up some stuff about Tim and his sister.

A/N: I haven't written for Tim Bradford yet, so please feel free to leave feedback and let me know what you think! I'd like to keep writing for him and try to capture his amazing character better so please feel free to send requests if you have any!

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Since you inserted yourself into Tim’s life, barging your way in with a basket of goodies after moving in next door, he has quickly become one of your best friends. If he’s undeniably handsome and one of the most caring men you’ve ever met despite his grumpy exterior, so what? You asked yourself that the first time you invited him over for dinner, but now it’s a weekly occurrence, and it is your week to cook.

Your favorite one-pan dish is in the oven, and the game is queued on your television, but all that’s missing is Tim Bradford. As you decorated for Christmas this year, you thought about him and how his sister isn’t coming to LA for the holidays, leaving him alone. You’ve since decided to do something about that.

“Anyone home?” Tim asks as he opens your door. “Because I know I’ve told you more times than I can count to lock your door.”

You look around the corner and smile at him as you argue, “My neighbor’s a cop, it’ll be fine.”

“Sergeant, not a cop.”

“My apologies, Sergeant Bradford.”

He smiles at you, less rare than it used to be, but a moment you take the time to appreciate, never knowing when he will grace you with another one.

“So, I know your sister isn’t visiting,” you begin, “and I was wondering if you’d be interested in spending Christmas here?”

Tim glances at your Christmas tree before answering. “I would love to, and I can’t thank you enough for thinking of me and offering, but I’m working Christmas Eve.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding as you smile. “I just wanted to extend the invitation.”

You turn around to remove dinner from the oven, and Tim places a hand on your arm, stopping you.

“Thank you,” he repeats quietly and bordering on reverent. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. You’re always welcome here.”

“I’m sorry. I would come if I could.”

“Tim, it’s fine. I’ll just have to give you your giant stack of gifts later,” you tease.

Tim nods, removing his hand from your arm and watching you turn away, his heart trying to decide whether it wants to shrink or grow.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Bradford, are you good?” Wade asks as he leaves the station.

“Fantastic,” he mumbles. Wade looks at him, unconvinced, and he sighs before saying, “I just wish I could be somewhere else. I’m glad I could help out the officers with families, with kids, and give them the night off, but…”

“You’re regretting it?” Wade finishes.

“Not exactly.”

“Well, if you want to come over when you get off, we’ll leave the lights on,” Wade offers.

“Thanks,” Tim says. He doesn’t add: I’ve got somewhere else I’d rather be.

Someone walks up behind Tim and places a Santa hat on his head.

“Cheer up, Grinchy,” Angela calls, walking out of the station. “Merry Christmas, Tim!”

“Yeah,” Tim says, more to himself than her.

“Dude, we need to find you a K9 named Max, finish off the Grinch look,” Aaron teases, sitting next to Tim as his shift begins. He’s working tonight for the same reason Tim is: to let the officers with families spend Christmas with their loved ones.

“Oh, should we get him a little heart pin, too, and try to make it grow?” Nolan chimes in.

“Sorry, Bradford, but you’re just so… Grinchy,” Aaron says.

Tim laughs, shaking his head as the Santa hat shifts with his movement. Nolan and Aaron look at each other in horror and amusement at the fact that Tim Bradford, who is wearing a Santa hat, just laughed. Tim, however, is only thinking of you and how you’d absolutely agree with them. Although, if you were here, or if he was with you, he wouldn’t be quite so Grinchy.

“Merry Christmas, LAPD!” Officer Jan announces, entering the station in a full Santa costume. “I have come to relieve one lucky soul of Christmas Eve duty.”

“Bradford!” Aaron and Nolan yell. “He has somewhere to be.”

“How do you-?” Tim asks.

“It’s all over your face,” Aaron says as Nolan answers, “Go get her… whoever she is.”

Tim looks at Jan, who nods encouragingly. Tim jumps to his feet and runs to his locker. He’s heading home for Christmas, but he has one stop. As he changes before climbing in his truck, he makes a mental list of everything he needs. Merry Christmas to all, Tim thinks.

✯✯✯✯✯

You smile at the ending of the Christmas movie on your television, your thoughts drifting to Tim as you wonder what it would be like to have him here. As you try to focus on the movie again, someone knocks on your door.

When you open it, you don’t expect to see Tim in a Santa hat and holding several gift bags. Your eyes widen, and your smile returns as you let him in, closing the door behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, but you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly before he gets the chance. His arms wrap around you, loosely at first, before tightening when a Christmas song begins playing through your speakers as the credits roll.

“I brought gifts,” he says against your shoulder.

“You didn’t have to. I just wanted to see you,” you reply.

He squeezes you once more, and you slowly step back, pulling out of the hug and looking up into Tim’s eyes.

“You brought hot chocolate?” you ask, stealing a peek into one of the bags.

“It’s Christmas,” he answers, as if it’s obvious.

“Didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”

“I’m not always.”

You smile and gesture for him to follow you, leading him into the kitchen and pulling two Christmas-themed mugs from your cupboard.

“Thank you for coming,” you tell him.

“Thanks for inviting me.”

✯✯✯✯✯

After making the hot chocolate, you return to the couch and turn on A Charlie Brown Christmas as you resist leaning into Tim’s side.

“This is one of my favorites,” he says quietly, “my sister and I watched it every time it was on cable growing up.”

“It’s a classic,” you agree.

“We would watch it, drink hot cocoa or cider, whatever was in the kitchen, and exchange one gift on Christmas Eve,” Tim adds.

“Do you want to open a gift?” you ask, facing him. “There’s only a few hours until Christmas anyway.”

Tim thinks for a moment and then smiles at you. “Just one.”

You stand, retrieving a small box from under the tree while he pulls a gift from one of the bags. When you sit back down, you sit a little closer than before. He opens his present first, smiling and leaning in to hug you as he thanks you. When you open yours, you see a gift you’ve wanted for years but no one ever remembered. You start to thank him, but something happens along the way, and instead, your lips land on his. His hand raises to your arm as he reciprocates, but you realise your mistake (was it really a mistake? you ask yourself) and pull back.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

His hand slides up your arm to rest at the back of your neck. You see a new smile as he pulls you back in. Pressing your hand against his chest, you stop yourself.

“Are you sure?” you whisper.

“Have you ever seen me so merry and bright?” he asks, his smile the widest you’ve ever seen.

You pick up the pompom at the end of his Santa hat and chuckle. “You are pretty cuddly,” you reply, noticing his other arm has wrapped around your waist.

He rolls his eyes, still smiling as he kisses you again. You shift backward, your hand landing on the remote and resuming the movie. Tim laughs as he pulls back, pulling you against him.

“How’d you get off work?” you ask.

“Jan came in and offered to cover for one of us, and I was volunteered because I was being too ‘Grinchy.’”

You gasp in faux surprise. “Tim Bradford? You? Grinchy? I can’t imagine it.”

He smiles, and you lean in to kiss him again, your new favorite pastime.

“Thank you for coming. This is the best Christmas ever,” you say against his lips.

“Until next year?” Tim asks.

“What happens next year?”

“We’ll see.”

“And for now we’re merry and bright?” you respond.

“The merriest and the brightest,” Tim jokes, pulling you against his side as Charlie Brown appears on screen.

Merry and Bright, indeed.

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diazsdimples · 7 months ago

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Buddie "wish I could carry you in my pocket"

"Wish I could carry you around in my pocket," Buck sighs as he gazes lovingly at Eddie sitting on the kitchen table. He's just a little too short for his legs to touch the ground, so he's got his ankles hooked together as he swings his legs back and forth. That, plus the oversized hoodie he's wearing have the effect of making him look like an overgrown toddler and Buck thinks he is simply adorable.

The minute the words leave his lips, Buck has an idea. A year or so ago, Buck had been messing around with one of Maddie's old spellbooks when he'd come across a Shrinking Spell. Thinking it would be useful if he ever needed to pull someone out of a mound of rubble or remove a crush, Buck had learned the spell, accidentally shrinking Maddie's laptop before figured out the reversing spell and had put it to right.

"Hmm?" Eddie says, lifting his eyes ever so slightly from the cookbook he's studying. "What was that, baby?"

Buck rolls up his sleeves and flexes his fingers a little. "Oh nothing, don't mind me." He clicks his fingers and looks pleased as a small shower of blue sparks rain onto the hardwood floors. There's a very faint smell of sea salt, but hopefully not enough for Eddie to notice. "Hold still."

"Wha-?"

Eddie barely has a moment to register Buck's words before Buck does a series of complicated wiggles with his fingers, mutters "Parvus" under his breath, and Eddie is suddenly shrouded in a cloud of royal blue energy. The room is suddenly filled with the scent of the ocean, as if Buck has suddenly stepped out onto Santa Monica beach.

When the cloud clears Eddie is nowhere to be seen, and Buck's heart is instantly in his throat.

"Eddie?" he calls out, walking towards the table where his boyfriend had been perched moments earlier. "Eddie are you still here?"

I've fucking disappeared my boyfriend, Buck thinks in a moment's panic. He hadn't read anything in the fine print about performing the spell on performing it on human subjects, and he's also not sure how to control the size of the thing he's transforming. There is a very real possibility that he's shrunk Eddie to the size of a dust mite and will never be able to resize him again.

Why the fuck can't he use his brain before acting??

Just before Buck plummets into a proper panic attack, there's a small movement on the table, just behind the cookbook resting on the edge.

"Buck, what the fuck have you done to me?"

The voice is high pitched and quiet but unmistakably Eddie's, and it takes Buck a second to locate it. But there, dusting himself off and looking decidedly unimpressed, is the smallest Eddie Buck has ever seen in his life. He's about the size of Buck's forefinger and leans against the pages of the cookbook as he glares up at his boyfriend.

"Oh my god, you are so tiny!" Buck grins as he takes in Eddie in all his miniscule glory. "I can't believe that worked!"

Buck reaches out and picks Eddie up, his fingers pinching at the back of Eddie's hoodie, and he drops his boyfriend into the palm of his hand. Eddie wobbles unsteadily before gingerly lowering himself down so he's sitting on the edge of Buck's palm with his legs dangling over the edge, no dissimilar to how he was on the table. He crosses his arms across his chest and glares up at Buck. If he wasn't all of 3 inches tall, it would almost be intimidating

"Put me back," he demands, the authoritativeness of his tone lost entirely by the fact that he sounds like he's swallowed a tank of helium. "Put me back or so help me God-"

"Or what?" Buck giggles, "You'll crawl up my nose?"

"I'll squeeze inside your dickhole and cause permanent damage with my teeth and fists," Eddie counters with a huff.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, babe."

"Buck please, we've got a shift in 3 hours. Make me big again," Eddie pleads, and Buck's completely incapable of defying his boyfriend at the best of times, especially when he's perched perfectly in the palm of Buck's hands, looking so tiny and adorable and pleading silently with his big brown eyes.

Buck sighs and holds his palm adjacent to the table so Eddie can walk across it and take up position next to the cookbook.

"Can I at least try fitting you in my pocket?" he asks, giving Eddie his puppy eyes, but it seems Shrunk Eddie is immune to Buck's charms. He shakes his head vehemently, snapping his fingers so a ball of deep green energy appears in the palm of his hands. The mellow, woodsy scent of pine trees cuts through the saltiness of Buck's magic as Eddie juggles the energy ball between his hands.

"Try it, I dare you."

Knowing when he's beaten, Buck relents with a sigh. Buck may be the one that practices magic the most but Eddie comes from a long line of powerful sorcerers, and Buck has no trouble admitting that Eddie is the more skilled magician of the two of them. If Eddie wanted to, he could turn Buck into a cockroach in a matter of seconds.

"Magnus" he mutters, channelling a fraction of his energy towards Eddie, and there's another cloud of rich blue energy and Eddie reappears.

He shakes out his arms and hops off the table. "You have no idea how weird that was," he grimaces. "You looked like a giant!"

"Don't I always?" Buck teases, referencing his slight height advantage against Eddie which was a slight sore point in their relationship.

Eddie takes two steps forward so they're nose to nose, and is about to open his mouth to scold Buck before a look of surprise passes over his face.

"Huh!" he says, stepping back so he's able to look at Buck properly. A grin begins to spread over his face as he looks Buck up and down. "I think that spell made me taller!"

Buck balks. "Absolutely not, that's not possible," he says, shaking his head. "I'm the tall one!"

Eddie steps back into Buck's space and yep, he's definitely grown an inch or two. They're almost completely at eye level, with Eddie a fraction taller, if anything. Buck gulps. Maybe he shouldn't have played around with magic.

"No, baby, you're definitely shorter than me no," he grins, and he tilts Buck's chin up (up!!!) to kiss him. It's soft and sweet, their lips moving in tandem. Eddie's smiling into the kiss and Buck can feel the smugness radiating off him.

"I'll just have to shrink you again," he points out as they break apart, but Eddie merely grins and kisses Buck on the forehead.

"I'd like to see you try."

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friendlylocalwhumper · 11 months ago

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“Come here, little light.”

He’s not so little anymore. Lux shifts where he sits against the wall, eyeing the unusually tall silhouette atop the stairs warily. His knuckles rest on the floor at his sides, arms far too achy to even bother to lift them. He had to be chained up years ago, when he was young and sometimes fought back; now he is in his thirties, and carrying the painful consequences of being chained up in one position for too long a decade ago.

“I don’t really want to,” Rasps Lux. It must be sometime in December, he knows. His sweet Penny must be inconsolable about her dad being mysteriously gone around the holidays. Maybe Emory made up a kind lie about where his husband went, and when Lux is set free he can pretend to be coming home from some kind of business trip.

The top stair creaks with a threatening step down into the cellar, and despite his age and experience, Lux feels his breath catch and his eyes fall down and to the side in instinctive submission. It’s never worth hesitating too long to obey. Exhausted from too many years fearing this man, he sets his creaky body into motion, slow and careful not to force any throbbing joints to the point where they lock up in complaint.

He can’t walk up the stairs and they both know it. Lux plants an elbow to the second lowest step with grim determination and pulls himself up enough to set his better knee in place to climb.

A warm chuckle tumbles down from above. His long wavy hair, once curly, falls into his face as he keeps his head tipped down to hide his shame. Broken leg dragging miserably behind him, he climbs, arms shaking with the effort of pressing on in spite of the pain. He learned a long time ago to handle it. He knows it’s possible to get this done. It’s just hard. Hard to wake up huddled on concrete instead of his bed with a warm body beside him. Hard to feel pain in his shoulders that usually is warded off by Emory’s cautious, confident hands. Hard to usually be the one comforting someone smaller, and be reminded forcefully that he was once smaller and weaker than someone standing over him. That he can always be dragged back down to this position on a whim.

He got distracted. He’s sitting, panting between his elbows pressed to the step above. There is a heavy presence above him, and after a beat of silence, a warm hand pressing to his back. Lux shrinks down and away from it.

“Get moving, my light,” The Hunter hums, not unkindly. He can sound perfectly happy while threatening someone.

Lux swallows and nods. He makes it up the stairs and when he finally reaches the hardwood floor and warm lighting of upstairs, he collapses, pale and sweating. The weighty presence of his captor follows from behind, then passes over him, a waft of vanilla and spices following behind him. Bleary blue eyes blink open and long black hair lifts from the floor and for the first time today, Lux really looks at the Hunter.

Red pants, a black belt, white edges to his sleeves, a floppy hat. He’s dressed as Santa.

A turn of the head reveals the colorful lights around the room. The tree in the corner littered with shiny ornaments. Cookies on the coffee table.

“Not already,” He croaks, devastated. White flurries dance outside, glowing softly against the frosty window pane, stark against the night. It’s Christmas day - no, night. Christmas morning is already gone. Poor Penny, worried about her dad, with only most of the presents she was supposed to get. Poor Penny with a worried Papa trying to keep the day magical but secretly scared for his husband, who’s been gone for… for over a month already.

“Yes already, little one.” That name doesn’t work so well anymore, but the Hunter doesn’t seem to mind. “Come on over. I want you to see this.”

Seemingly done with waiting so long for his favorite victim to make his way over, the torturer takes a fistful of knotted curly hair and pulls as he walks along. Lux grunts in complaint and crawls as best he can to keep up, whining lowly as his broken leg drags and catches all along the way.

He’s dropped at the rug before the tree and Lux hides his face to catch his breath, struggling to ward off frustrated tears. Kids only get so many special days in the year where everything is about them having a magical experience, and his little girl didn’t get to have her daddy on the most important one of all. She throws a fit whenever he’s five minutes late picking her up from school, whenever he has to miss a recital because it doesn’t work with his or Em’s schedule. It’s going to ruin her whole week that-

Pain like he hasn’t felt in years erupts in his bad leg, and Lux’s mouth stretches wide to let no sound out at all. He can’t put any voice, any breath behind the silent scream, the pain is swallowing him whole.

Green, red, blue, and yellow lights suffocate his vision into nonsensical blurs as Lux twists to try to see… oh. The Hunter is standing on his leg, that’s all. Not cutting it off or setting it on fire or mangling it with magic. The pain is humiliatingly debilitating. Furious, frightened blue eyes swimming in tears blink up at the torturer, and the killer dressed as Santa laughs.

“Stay with me, light. You keep drifting off.”

“...Sorry.”

“I don’t like this attitude you’ve picked up, you know. Behaving like you are anything…” He leans forward, and Lux’s breath catches as more weight is applied along with it. “...but entertainment for me.”

“-Sorry!” He sounds it, this time. His voice cracks worse when the Hunter presses down harder, the damaged bone seeming like it’s going to creak audibly any second. “S-, I’m s-sorry, I, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s alright,” Says the jolly man, and he steps off, moving somewhere out of sight. Paper rustles.

Lux already knows it’s a gift. Some stupid gift in bright paper that he’ll have to open and act grateful for. He doesn’t want to be here, play this game. He wants to be home.

“I made this for you.” The Hunter returns with, surprise, a small box in red paper and topped with a gold bow. Lux sinks further into the floor with a groan of vague acknowledgement. He can feel every heartbeat in his leg, and sweat sticks frizzy stray hairs to his forehead.

“Want me to open it?” He anticipates. Maybe it sounded too dry, too tired, because he doesn’t even get a warning this time. His shoulder pops out of socket, and even as he screams and his vision whites out, he knows that magic did it. That the Hunter sent that magic with a flick of a finger and a disapproving frown. “S-sorry, I, I-I, I me-ean, s-”

“Shh. You’re getting used to this again, I know. I don’t mind helping you learn.”

He absolutely does mind, he’s the most insecure and bitter man alive. But Lux won’t argue again. He just reaches out with a quaking hand and accepts the gift, lowering it to the floor and picking apart the ribbon holding it shut.

The Hunter sits on the nearby armchair and leans forward, elbows on his knees, watching happily.

Lux thinks about how pathetic it is to have a prisoner instead of a family. To not know what love is. Because you can’t really know what love is, what overwhelming deep inescapable love is, until you have a little kid looking up to you with sparkling eyes.

The lid falls free, and he’s able to pull out a… Lux’s eyes focus fully, his distracted angry thoughts dissipating into a much stronger, formless cloud of rage. Outside the snow slows to a stop mid-air.

“...Okay.” One elbow presses to the floor, firm as stone as he pushes himself up to sitting. His displaced shoulder tries to make him collapse and sob but he refuses. His broken leg, too, wants to make him give up, but no amount of pain can override the feeling that’s caught in his throat right now. The small pair of earrings, little capybaras with diamonds instead of oranges atop their heads, is protected in his fist. These earrings were specifically asked for, and impossible to find online or in any store, so he met up with a jeweler and personally approved of drawn-up designs. They were bafflingly expensive and irrefutably worth it.

“Okay,” Lux repeats, and when his cold eyes meet the Hunter’s, he sees just what he expected - surprised, impressed curiosity. Joy. Amusement. “We’re not doing this. These? I know you summoned them without even bothering to go steal them in person.” They were hidden in a cardboard box in the closet, not wrapped yet. They were safe in the home his daughter sleeps in. “I know you didn’t step foot in our house.”

“Oh?” The Hunter reaches for a mug and drinks from it, setting it back down at a condescendingly relaxed pace. “How do you know that?”

His fist is pressed to the floor to keep himself upright. Lux won’t let himself pass out, he won’t let himself fall back down. “You used some kind of spell to find something valuable and hidden, there, and summoned it here. You didn’t go anywhere near her.”

The man shrugs and glances at a window, happy and calm, about to answer with some coy taunt. The words die before they reach his lips as his expression hardens with cautious focus, and he has to squint to make out the fluffy snowflakes hanging frozen mid-air out there.

“You can keep me here,” Continues Lux. “Do the whole scary Christmas thing, throw me back down there, make me obey. But this was a mistake.” He lifts his arm and holds out the earrings in gesture. They shiver and wobble in his palm. The Hunter’s focus is back on him, now. “Put them back. Never even pretend you went there. Never even hint at even knowing about her. Do you understand?”

“My light, I don’t think you want to-”

The windows shatter. The Hunter flinches - and good, he should - as glass flies in and scores a small cut across his cheek. Outside, the flakes tremble, straining to continue their natural path of falling but afraid to defy the furious magic holding them.

Lux hasn’t moved from where he sits. He doesn’t have to stand, to loom to be frightening. His eyes don’t glow, he doesn’t raise a hand in threat. He’s still quivering with pain and exhaustion. But his eyes are locked on his target, and the Hunter seems to finally feel like the prey that he now is.

“Do you understand?” Lux repeats. The tiny diamonds of the earrings glint beautifully in the light shining from the tree.

“...I’ll wipe your memory. Start the night over. You will obey me,” Says the Hunter carefully. He hasn’t moved since the windows blew in.

“Alright. But these will go back, and you won’t try this again.”

The Hunter sighs, looking down to the little pieces of metal and precious stone, then back up at his prisoner.

“Come here, little light.”

Lux shifts where he sits against the wall, eyeing the unusually tall silhouette atop the stairs warily. His knuckles rest on the floor at his sides, arms far too achy to even bother to lift them.

“I don’t really want to,” Rasps Lux.

The top stair creaks with a threatening step down into the cellar, and despite his age and experience, Lux feels his breath catch and his eyes fall down and to the side in instinctive submission. He sets his creaky body into motion, slow and careful not to force any throbbing joints to the point where they lock up in complaint.

Lux plants an elbow to the second lowest step with grim determination and pulls himself up enough to set his better knee in place to climb.

“Get moving, my light,” The Hunter hums. He sounds happy, calm. But underneath his pleasant warning, it sounds like there is some kind of… worry. Some kind of fear.

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tojisun · 1 year ago

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our shallow graves — 01

recom miles quaritch x recom fem reader

!! smut (between fuck buddies outside of main pair) - minors dni; heat (as a theme); mean quaritch; power imbalance; references to (made up past), including death and prev dead lovers; worldbuilding; fast slow-burn; the reader adopts a nickname (callsign) which gets used // 3k words

: this chapter lays the foundation of the fic and introduces the initial dynamic of quaritch and the reader; reader’s callsign is 10/10 from that one penguin in madagascar; this fic made me fascinated with deja blu fr; hope u guys would luv it <33

next // m.list

you don’t understand why you were one of the early ones they awakened. sure you signed up for the shitty program – because who wouldn’t want to be an eight-feet tall blue alien? apparently, other than the scientists, you were the only one in your squad who wanted the transfer – but you didn’t expect to be the first in the line up.

to be in colonel miles quaritch’s squad.

other than walker and mansk, you knew absolutely no one from the deja blu team. but you’ve heard of them, alright. who wouldn’t? they have lines of kills and assists in terra and, now, in pandora; they are warmongers at most, rascals at least.

you stare up at their imposing figures, trying to make sense of the fact that they’ve all been killed in action.

despite not remembering much, you’ve come to terms with your own death during the initial war – a lone pilot, only meant to be an escort, gunned down by trudy’s bird before being further propelled into the lush forest floors of pandora by the banshees. it is a boring life story, one that is only worth telling because of your “sacrifice” in alien territory.

(you still don’t understand why the shrink insisted on showing you the syphoned clips of your death.

“it’s to help you move on,” she said as if she could ever understand the horror of seeing yourself fall to your death. as if you had not been a human trapped inside a fucking burning bird, being torn to pieces by, what could literally only be, flying dinosaurs. as if you were just another collateral. just another number added to the charts.

“i’m sorry,” she added, a small smile on her face as she turned to you, her hair tied in a neat bun and her white blouse tucked in her pencil skirt. “ultimately, thank you for your service, ma’am.”

fucking piece of shit.

you wondered if she even has a licence or the RDA just handed your files to some science nerd and was told to play god for their little blue alien. to fix you right up so that they could send you to another suicide mission.)

but that wasn’t the case for the rest of the deja blu. you know they were directly fighting; leaders of smaller squadrons, following the beat of papa dragon. walker and mansk, themselves, have touched down with guns in their amp suits, directly under wainfleet’s command. you don’t know how they died – you couldn’t even fathom wainfleet dying. and yet there he stands with the others, bald as fuck but imposing nevertheless.

your eyes shift to the man beside him. not the tallest, zdinarsik got that title, but the one in command.

colonel miles quaritch. big, blue, and seething.

one more thing you noticed in this whole fuckery is that your recombinant body is short. you stood about two inches shorter than walker, and she’s a full head shorter than anyone else. as you line up beside her, with fike on your other side, you three could very well make a groupie of santa’s little helpers.

wainfleet smirks like he’s thinking the same. you would have rolled your eyes at him but the colonel began to move close, his combat boots echoing against metal floors, snuffing out any noise from the squad.

“and who are you, kid?” he asks, standing directly in front of you.

you tell him your name, internally wincing when your tail unconsciously coils around your leg. you still don’t know how to control it – an easy tell of your anxiousness. the colonel’s lips lift up in a smirk, his eyes flashing at your tail in slight mirth, before recognition crosses his eyes.

“rico?”

you startle at the use of your unofficial callsign, a feat only made possible after climbing up the ranks and being heralded as one of the best pilots.

(trudy had been the best pilot in hell’s gate; the one with the most medals, and rightfully so. she was the one who ripped through the skies with her samson, zigzagging like she had been riding a banshee instead of a plane.

the one with the kindest heart.

there is a part of you that is grateful that it had been trudy who took you down.)

“yes sir,” you reply, blinking up at him after he’s dismissed your salute, feeling a little shy at being recognized, somewhat, by the colonel.

quaritch hums, tilting his head to the side in thought, watching you with narrowed eyes. briefly, you wonder if he’s asking himself why it had not been socorro who was awakened. to be honest, you are asking yourself the same thing because it doesn’t matter if you were one of the best, not when socorro, sweet and gentle and pregnant socorro, had the colonel’s favouritism.

(socorro’s child was a beautiful boy with sun-kissed hair and chocolate eyes. he was such a darling even though you’ve only seen the infant in passing, held lovingly in his mother’s arms.)

they could’ve made a blue alien baby this time around. maybe, then, they’d be happier too.

the colonel certainly doesn’t deserve it but socorro does.

“were you a private, rico?” quaritch asks, pulling you from your thoughts. he leans close again, dramatically bending his head down which highlights the difference in your heights.

“no sir,” you reply. “i was a lance corporal, sir.”

he hums again, finally backing up and giving you more room to breathe. then, he sends you a smile. “well then, welcome to the team, kid.”

the tension seeps out of you as you nod, thanking him before he turns to the other recoms, chatting amiably. walker bumps you with her shoulder and you see her smile from your peripheral.

you give her a smaller one before willing your tail to finally uncoil from your damn leg and act normal.

of course it just swishes behind you.

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training is gruesome. you honestly thought that it would be easier with your stronger and newer body, but with the colonel around, that thought vanished.

suicide drills were the squad’s least favourite, you especially. not only were the stakes increased to push the limits of your new bodies, but you all were always watched by the scientists, with their little sticks poking at your bodies and their little wires strapped down to whatever skin they wanted to bother this time around.

wainfleet started screaming at them, calling them “fucking losers,” and barking at them to give the squad some space. quaritch quickly took over, grunting that whether they were losers or not, whatever they were doing was necessary. that said, he sent the scientists a heated glare, making it known that his words do not necessarily reflect his feelings – wainfleet had taken this as his victory.

the tests weren’t fun, but you appreciated their purposes; through them, you learned that your na’vi DNA was extracted from a tipani warrior. the sentiment isn’t lost in you – they robbed the graves of the na’vi. you think you are used to what humans could do all for conquering pandora but for many days, you were unable to stomach any packet meal they fed your squad. walker had to talk you out of it because your unintentional hunger strike made you lag behind – an error that had you being summoned to the colonel’s office.

“we’re all tryin’ our best here, rico,” quaritch’s voice echoes in his office.

you’ve never been inside the one he had back in hell’s gate and you had hoped that you would never see the day of being in his current one, but there you stood, tensed as the colonel studied you.

he refused to sit on his customized chair, choosing instead to pace just behind his desk, his bulging arms hidden from your view as he clasped his hands behind his back. quaritch’s lips are pursed, almost pouty, and you beat yourself up at the thought of finding him – your nose scrunches at this – attractive when he’s busy scolding you.

“our circumstances ain’t ideal, but we’re back as some lab-grown native and we oughta take advantage of what we’ve become,” he says, continuing his tirade amidst your silence, snapping you out of your humiliating thoughts. “your little stunt costs us a delay on proceeding with a recon of the area and the only reason i’m not benching you is because the general has faith in you – faith that, frankly, i’m still not understanding.”

your back straightens at his words, and you tamp down the need to wince at his scathing tone. he is right, after all. for some fucked up reason, the general – both ardmore who’s stationed in pandora and gonzales who’s still in terra – backed the need to have your soul transfer commence. you still don’t know what it had been for, given that past your flying skills, you are just another idiot who knows her way around a gun. not memorable to many, except, apparently, for those in command.

(‘maybe this was why the colonel doesn’t particularly like me,’ you would think later, safe in your room. ‘socorro may have the colonel’s attention but what is a colonel – one who already failed his priority mission – against two generals?’)

“i’m sorry, sir,” you utter, clear but not loud, and quaritch just watches you again with his unwavering stare.

finally, he grunts, turning his body away from you to fully face the glass window that oversees the lower-level operations. you take this as his dismissal and scurry out of his office.

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“and she’s finally back from tryna kill herself!” wainfleet’s voice echoes in the nearly empty mess hall and you roll your eyes at him, glowering when he just proceeds to chuckle.

you plop your tray in front of walker, sending her a small smile which she returns with a cute beam. her braids are out of her hair tie today, letting them frame her face in the way you saw the omatikaya prefer. shooting a quick glance at zdinarsik’s way and it’s clear that someone else prefers it this way too.

“what’d the pukes say?” fike asks, sloshing around his packet meal, sneering in disgust when it jiggles like a slab of jello. more than the fact that you found out that your gene came from a corpse, this ‘food’ is about to do the trick of making you want to pursue starvation again.

“said i needa take so many pills.” you shrug, tearing open your packet of faux meat with pinched lips and your shoulders tensed like you’re expecting to be shot at. “apparently, i stunted my growth.”

prager laughs. “aww, you gonna remain short?”

“aww, you gonna remain hairy?” you shot back, snorting when prager just pouts as he raises his hand to rub at his fuzzy chin. gross.

wainfleet barks out another laugh at the exchange before reaching across the table to place an apple onto your tray. “‘ere ya go, rico. real food.”

you don’t know where he got the fruit, you don’t even know if it’s ‘real’ like he just said, but you do not have room to complain. fake fruit is a whole lot better than the slush in the compound.

“thanks,” you say, smiling bashfully, not expecting wainfleet, of all people, to adopt the mother hen role. he winks at you in reply, wiggling his brows, before straightening back up and fooling around with prager.

you dump the packet back to your tray before picking up the apple. you wipe it on your shirt before bringing it up for a bite, humming in delight at the crunching sound it made.

“delicious?” mansk asks from beside you, his lips quirking up in a smile when you turn to him.

“yummy,” you reply, humming, taking another bite. he snickers, bumping your leg with his, before placing his own apple onto your tray too.

“you gotta eat more,” is all he says when you make a questioning sound before bending over to hover his lips on the shell of your ear. “news spread fast that you got your ass reprimanded by the colonel yesterday.”

“uh-huh,” you mutter, unable to focus on what he’s saying at the sudden surge of heat engulfing you.

your lips feel dry all of a sudden, your throat parched from unknown thirst, and you turn to mansk, wanting to ask him what the hell is happening to you – was this the fault of the fucking apple? – only to see his own face flushed, blue skin turning into dark purple.

his eyes meet yours and all of a sudden, you feel like you are doused with gasoline and set ablaze.

huh. well, if that isn’t interesting.

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“jesus- devin, not too ha- ah!”

your back arches at a particularly hard thrust, your jaw falling open for a drawn out garble. the explosion of pleasure races across your synapses, filling you up with nothing but a deafening white noise. blearily, you recognize mansk’s bigger hands wrapping around your waist, lifting you up from his lap only to drop you down again. a hiccupped moan escapes your lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, feeling your walls spasming around him.

“rico, fuck, so good. so good.” mansk’s voice is faint, falling from his kiss-swollen lips in murmurs. you would have missed it without your new heightened senses, but the sound of his voice tickles your ears, making your tail flick behind you as you preen at his praises.

a giggly “thank you” barely makes it past your teeth when mansk manhandles you again, humping his hips up to grind himself along your pelvis, driving him deeper. you choke on your words, unable to stop the moan that is punched from your lungs, the sound so loud that mansk had to cover your mouth with one of his hands.

“not so loud,” he mumbles, bumping his forehead against yours. the sound of his rugged voice makes you clench around his length, making you feel utterly stuffed. you drag your blunt nails across his back, your eyes fluttering rapidly, feeling yourself tipping into the peak of your orgasm.

mansk laughs. “y’r unbelievable.”

you do not know what it is that you said, your wobbly voice still smothered by his hand, as you get lost in the way he bounces you on his lap. mansk goes quiet, only letting muffled grunts pierce the air between the two of you, and you feel the sudden surge of primal need unleashing deep in your belly.

the tight clench of your abdomen almost hurts, your orgasm ripping through the remnants of your sanity. your last thought was: ‘motherfucker, why did no one ever tell you that the na’vi have heats?’

it is later when the haze lifts up that the warmth licking up from the core of your muscles – almost like it is burrowed deep within your blood vessels – is finally snuffed out.

mansk is asleep on his bed, dead to the world. you shuffle out of his loose embrace, blinking blearily before realizing that he had cleaned you two up. a small smile graces your lips as you fully slink out of his bed, looping your tail around your leg as you pick up the pieces of your off-duty apparel.

pressing a kiss on his forehead, and rolling your eyes when he sleepily bats you away like you are a fly, you grab your respirator and quietly leave his room.

standing in the empty hallways, turning your head from side to side, you study the stillness of the metal walkway with bated breath, afraid that someone will eventually see you making your walk of shame to your room. when the silence continues, you finally begin to move, lithe steps only broken by the continuous hissing from your respirator as you occasionally take slight sips of air.

nearing your room, your heart finally settles, your tensed back loosening up at the feeling of safety. you cross past one of the intersecting hallways, quick in your steps, when a hand reaches from the dark and grabs your wrist.

a scream nearly bubbles from your lips when a palm is shoved to your face, shutting you up once again. panicked eyes turn, trying to see who’s got such a strong hold on you, only for your heart to careen even faster when you make eye contact with quaritch.

no-

his sneer is terrifying, his bright amber eyes glinting with so much malice, it pins you right on the spot. cold dread washes over you like a tide, chasing away the quiet elation that settled deep within your veins. the heat is returning, you know that, but it is muted and mingled with fear that you can’t even feel the need to scratch the itch.

your ears are pinned onto your skull, your tail drooping as it wraps itself around your leg again. this time the colonel doesn’t look at it in amusement, instead he continues to glare at you.

“colonel-”

“next time, fuck around quietly,” quaritch barks out, cutting you off. “and go take a goddamn shower. you reek.”

he snatches his arm from your wrist as though he’s been burned before marching away, his combat boots echoing in the hallway. tears prick the back of your eyes and you run to your room, heaving, trying to calm yourself.

anger, hurt, and shame bubble deep inside your stomach, expanding, until you are finally reduced to tears. you cry your frustration away, hoping that by doing so, you would stop thinking about how good the colonel smelled as he glowered at you with his sharp eyes.

(if only you had glanced at quaritch as he walked away, you would have seen the way he burrowed his face on his palm, chasing the sweet scent that roused him from his sleep and pushed his own heat into its beginnings.)

#suns.f #our shallow graves #miles quaritch x reader #recom quaritch x reader #quaritch x reader #quaritch x you #recom miles quaritch #miles quaritch #recom avatar #suns #avatar the way of water #atwow #cliffhanger my beloathed (as reader) n beloved (as writer)

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cosmicseafoam · 4 months ago

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Randy Moore on the Sunken Teeth Co live part2

part 1 about the drop here

These wont be super in order as I'm gonna try to group them

Dividers by @wrathofrats

He's in the middle of making a record so new music soon-ish

It's not a new band, he says this is a "Randy record"

It's being produced by his friend Henry Chadwick

They'll be in the studio this weekend to record more stuff

Someone said "I hope you're taking care of the Mothman enamel pin I gave you" and he said he transferred it from his jacket to a pin board in his room to keep it safe so he doesn't lose it

"Do you still have the Sunken Teeth Bracelet I gave you at the SLC show?" he said "Yes I do! Anything that anybody has ever given me, I still have and I cherish cherish cherish everything that people take the time to hand me and make. 🙏🏻 I'm very appreciative. You guys are awesome"

He was fucking around a bit with a delay to make voice effects and said "I'm just trying to add some production value, y'know, just a little something, know what I'm saying?"

At one point he did something with the delay pedal and then said "never mind that was dumb and I've embarrassed myself"

He's excited to see the new Nosferatu

He doesn't have a dog but wishes he did

He's from the Bay Area

He drinks sparkling water

He's been watching The Sopranos for the first time (he's on s6)

He hasn't seen Twin Peaks

He hasn't gone to Spirit Halloween yet because he thinks he should wait for Lucy to get back from tour so they can go together

He hasn't watched Longlegs because he's "been busy doing stuff"

He's playing with Sweet Gloom in Santa Ana and San Diego on the 9th and 10th of August

He hasn't watched Over The Garden Wall

He really liked the Danzig dance scene in Abigail

If he was to get a Nightmare Before Christmas tattoo it would be of the masks that the three kids wear to represent him and his siblings

Someone said bring the 'stash back, he said "I don't think so"

He hasn't been to a Rocky Horror shadow cast and the thought scares him cause he doesn't want people to touch him while he's watching the movie

Someone asked which chipmunk he is, he said his sister Alyssa dubbed him Simon, herself Alvin, and their brother as Theodore.

He's not doing any overseas gigs any time soon

He said he's trying to recharge creatively and physically

He's an Aries

He uses the Ernie Ball regular slinky 10-46 guitar strings in the green pack

Someone asked if he plays mermaids he said "of course"

If he was a muppet he'd be "The Count. Obviously"

He has not listened to BRAT

He mains Dry Bones on Mario Cart

He likes Halloween because he thinks the weather is nicer, he likes sweater weather

He's never watched Baywatch

He gets scared of walk-through haunted houses

He is not going on the next Alkaline Trio tour

He likes Sisters Of Mercy

He has 10 or 11 guitars

He's been playing guitar since he was 11 or 12.

He takes his coffee with lots of sugar but Lucy drinks hers black which he "could never"

He doesn't know what he's gonna be for Halloween

He's not watching IWTV

He wants to visit Salem and the cemeteries in New Orleans

He has paper bats strung up on his shelf and he said "The bats keep my record collection safe. From... the sun! Idk."

He hasn't watched the new Deadpool movie

He likes The Shining

"I'm a real vampire, it's confirmed"

"I can fit in your pocket. I can get in there, for sure. IIIIIII can get in that pocket"

Someone asked how tall he is and between questions he said "I'm 6 feet tall", "I'm LIKE 6 feet. I don't know what I am, I haven't measured myself since I was 12 so who cares", "I'm like 6ft on a good day. People shrink, fluctuate. Who cares. Who cares about anything", "Yeah I'm like 6 feet on a good day, it's not that big of a deal. 6 feet is like NOT that tall. Maybe? I don't know", "I'm ACTUALLY 7 feet tall. Let that be the takeaway from this." and finally "I'm two bats tall."

Someone in the chat said "Basically 6ft is not 6ft, why do men lie?" and he responded "I'm sorry. I'm just- I'm just a boy"

Favourites:

Vampire movie: The Lost Boys, he later mentions it was filmed in Santa Cruz which is close to where he lives and he hangs out at the bridge sometimes

Beatles song right now is "I'm looking through you"

Chappell Roan song: Red Wine Supernova

BoyGenius song: "probably Satanist" but he really likes the first EP a lot

The Strokes song: either The Adults Are Talking or Last Nite

Cryptid: Mothman

Newer horror movie: Nope by Jordan Peele

Tattoo of his: ballerina on a tightrope or the crocodile underneath her

He owns a first pressing of Goddammit by Alkaline Trio and it's his favourite record of all time

Someone asked him to rate the 1990s ninja turtle movie out of 100 and he said "It's probably 100, it's maybe my favourite movie"

He can't pick between Creature Of The Black Lagoon and Dracula, they're his two favourites from the Universal monsters

Dogs or cats? "Dogs"

Metallica album: Master Of Puppets

Misfits song: Night Of The Living Dead or "Astro Zombies is always a favourite" and he did specify Danzig Misfits

Spirit World song: ULCER

Dracula: Bela Lugosi

System Of A Down song: Toxicity

Guitar model: Fender Jaguar

Dead Kennedys song: Kill The Poor. He said Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables is his favourite DK record.

He likes MCR, his fav album is Three Cheers and fav song is I'm Not Okay

Fall Out Boy song: Dance Dance

Fav song EVER: Sleepwalk by Santo & Johnny

Animal: Bats. No specifics, he said "I like 'em all!"

Alkaline Trio song from the new album: Shake With Me

Halloween candy: the pumpkin reeses cups

Concert: He saw Green Day do a secret show at Gilman Street which is a really small DIY venue

Thing about touring: he likes to see the friends he's made over the years cause he doesn't get to see them often

White Claw: Raspberry. He doesn't like Black Cherry so he gives those to Lucy

Cemetery he's visited: Hollywood Forever

AFI song: Fall Children

Zombie Film: Night Of The Living Dead

Horror movie actor: Boris Karloff, Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee

Pokemon: he's a Charmander guy

Place to travel: "My bed. I love sleeping"

Food: Pizza. He said he's a pineapple on pizza guy.

Liv was in the chat and ask for a toy shelf tour

Pee-wee Dracula painted by Matt Skiba, given to Randy as a gift

He has a Green Day tour poster from when Dog Party (his gf Lucy’s band) opened for them and he said “super proud of Lucy, she’s the best”

Funkos: Rivers Cuomo, Dracula (which the lady at walgreens didn't charge him for), and Twenty One pilots but he's trying to get rid of his funko pops

He’s trying not to collect things anymore

Kiss Alive figures

Ozzy bark at the moon werewolf eating a mini brand ball taco

Ninja turtles 1990 movie figures

Fake ninja turtles ice cream

Alkaline trio Campbell soup cans from the my shame is true record

Metallica figurine setup

He thinks he has about 500 records on his shelf

Someone asked for a tattoo tour and he said "that would take too long" but he did show off his arm and speed run through some of them.

tooth

flower

moth

birds

crystal ball

rose through a heart

ballerina + crocodile

bats

skeleton

panther

scorpion

His first tattoo was a mermaid on an anchor on his upper arm. Her tail is "seafoam green" which he said is his favourite colour.

Most of his tattoos are in a traditional style, but he said he's "got some crazier ones" on his leg.

Ones he didn't specifically mention but that I've seen from photos:

a broken arrow

an astronaut lady

bats on his collarbones

portrait of a lady on the back of his arm

a few random roses scattered around

a large flower on his elbow

(what looks like) a rose inside a diamond with a straight razor underneath

(what looks like) a mummy/wrapped sarcophogus

Legs:

dagger and rose

Elvis TCB lightning bolt

a small flower with a smiley face in the center

creature from the black lagoon

#larsposting #randy moore #sunken teeth #sunken teeth co #jesus I'm so so sorry this is so long #everything he says is important to me lmao #he's my little cringefail baby girl #and i adore him #i hope he does more lives

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ggidolsmuts · 2 years ago

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Stocking Stuffer - aespa Karina

"Santa baby, I'm coming on your chimney tonight~"

"Jimin that's not the lyrics."

"Oh I know, but that's not the point." Your girlfriend takes your phone out of your hands and tosses it away. "You'll be my Santa baby right?"

"Damn," is all you can say as you admire Karina looking down at you. She had a cute little hat on, but everything else about her is decidedly sexy—a little choker and a little Christmas dress.

"Does Santa like what he sees?"

"Yeah, but I thought we were going to take it easy today? We ate so much last night." Even as you say that you know it's a lie, your "chimney" beginning to construct itself.

"Maybe just one? Santa's little elf ate so much, she needs some exercise. Oh, and Santa's elf has a present for you." She slips a lacy pair of black panties into your hand.

"Fuck Jimin..."

"Now you're getting it." You scoop up your little elf in your arms and take her to bed. You're down to your boxers, and Karina works on the belt of her dress. You pull on the belt, yanking her towards you.

"Let me." The belt is removed, and a tug is enough for the dress to overcome her curvy chest and fall to her feet. The only reason Karina didn't hand you a matching lacy black bra was because she isn't wearing one. "So pretty," you murmur as you lie down on the bed with her.

"Am I your pretty little elf?"

"Yes you are," You kiss her fiercely before moving down her neck, leaving teeth marks on her collar as you bite it possessively. Your hand finds her chest, squeezing and palming one round globe, and your thigh finds its way between her legs, brushing against her wetness—your elf is hot and in heat. You stay like that for a while, kissing and rubbing her all over.

"Oppa don't tease. I've been your good little elf this year haven't I?"

"Yes, and you want a gift don't you? What would my little elf want?"

"I want Santa's chimney, deep inside me, your little elf needs your thick chimney in her, please?"

"I don't know, can my little elf handle it?" you tease Karina further, rubbing your head against her entrance. You don't let her answer though, her breath hitching as you push into her easily.

"My little elf is so tight!"

"D-Do you like it? You feel so big in me Santa, your chimney is so thick and hard." Her words are almost comical, except for the fact that you're buried balls deep inside Karina. You start moving, stuffing her stocking full of your gifted “gift”. The bell on her choker jingles as you pound her hard and fast, making the stocking even more soaked, making it shrink more tightly over your shaft.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum!" Karina whispers into your ear, her hair a mess, the hat long fallen off.

"Do it, cum for me, cum for your Santa, baby." You rub her clit, and Karina proves that her lyrics are actually correct, cumming on your chimney with a long moan. Her legs stay wrapped around you, like a gift with the knot tied too tightly, or like clamshell packaging that's impossible to open without a pair of scissors, specifically the pair of scissors within the clamshell packaging. She holds you close, not letting you pull out of her as she rides her peak.

"Santa's so good to his elf, please, your elf wants all of Santa, wants oppa's thick cum filling her stocking, give me all the little presents in Santa's sack." She's breathless from her climax, but she pleads for yours, and you're too close to refuse. A few more thrusts into her clenching and creamy heat is all that's needed for you to unravel, to unwrap your load inside of Karina, millions of little presents flowing into her. Your elf is greedy, and she milks you as you cum, a few more dirty words extending your pleasure.

"Fuck baby, my stocking is so full now..." You watch your present flow out of her as you rest, and you flip her on her front, pressing her breasts to the bed as you get on top of her. "Oppa?"

You slip two fingers underneath her choker, forcing a gasp out of her as you lift her head off the pillow. You enter her again, and the choker vibrates as she lets out a low moan.

"My little elf has been so naughty tonight, asking so much of her Santa. She deserves to be punished."

"Oh god yes..." Her eyes roll into her head as you strike deep into her. "Give me more Santa, ride me like your reindeer then!" You tug on the "reins" harder and grind deep inside her, making sure your present from earlier is thoroughly spread in her body. Karina is definitely breathless as she cums this time, silently gasping, her hands twisting in the sheets. You give her a second load soon after, this time in form of liquid white "coal", scalding her walls.

The two of you lay on the bed, sweaty bodies pressed tightly against one another.

"Think that was enough exercise, Jimin?" Tiredly she turns her head to face you.

"Mmhmm, it was so good..." She reaches for her hat, putting it on haphazardly before smiling at you radiantly. "Merry Christmas oppa."

"Merry Christmas love."

A/N: Very short pointless quickie, just wanna say that Karina is so damn pretty and cute with the bangs. Also wanted to add more Santa metaphors in the Christmas Mystery story, but couldn’t put them in well, so have it as a separate thing instead.

#smut #aespa #karina #sss

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pumpkinsareamazing · 11 months ago

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Just for You. *Platonic* Capt. Price x TF141!reader

The holidays on base were usually hard—but this year felt especially hard. No one was able to even request leave due to the upcoming mission and this would be the first year you’ve spent without being remotely close to your family, and it hurt..a lot.

You sat in your barracks looking over the postcard your family sent. You should've been in that picture. It felt nice to know your family was enjoying the holidays but knowing it was without you broke your heart. Before you could think any longer you heard a firm knock on your door. You welcome the person to step inside as you set the postcard down and look at the door as it opens…

It's your captain, Price.

You quickly stand up in attention. "At ease, [Name]." He responds, looking at you "I expect you to be in the common room at 22:00, Please don't be late." He peaks down at the postcard on your bed before leaving your room, softly closing the door behind him, you wait until his boot steps fade down the hallway before sitting back down.

At 21:57 you make your way down to the common room- it is quiet, and you feel the cool breeze shiver up your spine. Once you stand near the door you see a warm- soft glow under the frame. You slowly open the door and the faint sound of "Here comes Santa Clause" plays all around, you follow it until you come across your team sitting on the couch surrounding the poorly decorated tree, and eating Christmas sugar cookies. "Hey! Ya' made it!" Gaz cheers catching the attention of the others, "come on! I saved a seat for you." He finishes his sweet before softly hitting the seat between him and Soap. You take a seat and look around the room.

Old red and green string lights hung from the ceiling-some flickering and most working, a few candles give the dark room a soft glow, and the tree is covered in ornaments, old grenades, and lights. "You like the tree? I think the grenades give it a nice touch." Soap laughs while Ghost gives him a deadpan stare. You laugh "I do, the color blends in really nicely-" you look around, "Where's the captain?" You ask. "He said he'd be back soon, not sure when but he said so." Ghost grumbles out before lifting the bottom half of his mask to take a bite of the cookie. You look in front of you at the coffee table, it has a plate on it with a single cookie on it, "tried saving you another one but a certain Scot ate it." Gaz says in a sarcastic voice while looking at soap. "Can ya' blame me? These things are good!" They start to bicker but you block them out while grabbing the cookie and taking a bite out of it immediately being reminded of home. The warm smiles, the smell of fresh gingerbread, the warm atmosphere, the laughter— the common room door opens and slams shut, you're drawn back into reality and Price is in front of you holding a wrapped box in his hands. "And for you." He says, you take the gift and slowly open it while the rest of the team opens theirs. You gasp. Inside the box was a framed photo of the team. With you in it, and next to it was a small picture of you and Price after you got accepted into his team, you stare at it, recalling the memory.

You step into the captain's temporary office. "You wanted to see me, sir?" You ask, "[name], take a seat." He says, you sit down and feel yourself shrinking at every second his eyes are on you. "You were great out there today." He states "A few tweaks and you could match with Gaz, you know that right?" He asks you. "No sir" you respond. "I want you on my team." He suddenly said. Your eyes widen "You would be a good fit and with your knowledge of the wilderness and strength you could get us out of some tough situation." You look up at him. "Yes or No, soldier?" He asked looking straight through you. "Yes," you say. You suddenly blurt out "Canltakeapicturewithyou?"

He pauses, "Excuse me?" He asks. "Can I take a picture with you?" You slowly ask, he gives you a look almost asking you why "My mom. she likes me to have photos of huge milestones in my life, you don’t have to-" he cuts you off. "We can take a picture."

You smile at the memory, remembering how proud your mom was of you, her huge smile as you show her the picture from your phone. You look back at Price from his seat on the couch. "Happy Holidays, Kid." He says smiling. "Happy Holidays to you too …Price." You smile back.

#cod x reader #call of duty fanfic #call of duty x reader #call of duty #ghost cod #captain john price #captain price x reader #fluff #christmas #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader

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ticklish-scribbler · 11 months ago

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Title: How to Relax After A Life-Threatening Quest Summary: The trio struggles with adapting to normal camp life after the events of The Lightning Thief. Annabeth makes a plan, Grover can smell emotions, and Percy gets tickled within an inch of his life. Word Count: 1851 My gift for @vallee-ace for the @squealing-santa event! I hope you enjoy it :)

The days between the quest’s official end and the end of summer should have fallen away quickly. Going from sleeping minutes at a time in cramped, harsh conditions to a lush, comforting bed with open windows and absolute silence should have been a welcome reprieve. His mother’s letter, scrawled in her familiar script, should have been enough to quiet the nightmares of her petrified face, fading to golden dust.

Only—

“We’re soldiers,” Annabeth said, barely an inch over five foot, when Percy complained about how cold his room feels with no one else around. “We get past it.”

“Uh huh,” Percy said slowly, looking her up and down. “You were so tired you sacrificed the plate instead of the food at lunch today.”

Annabeth’s glare was interrupted by Grover’s panpipes, screeching off key. Percy flinched and looked over—Grover’s was attempting to charm some strawberries into growing, but instead they were cringing into the ground and appeared to be shrinking. Katie Gardener frantically gestured for him to stop. Grover, taking her waving arms as encouragement, blew harder and the already pitchy notes jumped up an octave.

A handful of nearby campers shouted complaints.

“Come on,” Annabeth muttered, already making the trek over to Grover. Percy, who had been hoping to move further away from the piercing sound, followed at a much slower pace.

“Ok,” Annabeth said once the panpipes had been safely confiscated. She looked as serious as she did about anything—which, for her, meant like she was ready to go to war. “Time to take a nap.”

. . .

It was unsurprisingly easy to fall back to quest patterns. Percy’s cabin was a guaranteed place of semi-privacy—they stripped the blankets from the bed and laid them in the corner of the room, with a clear view of the exit and backs comfortably against the wall behind them. There was a brief discussion of setting up a watch, but Annabeth cut down that thought quickly—there wasn’t any actual danger, and the whole point was to catch up on sleep.

Grover collapsed to the side of the makeshift bed with a grunt. Percy half expected to hear snores within seconds, but Grover valiantly opened his eyes and bleated. Percy may not have spoke Satyr, but “hurry up!” was clear enough.

“After you, seaweed brain,” Annabeth said, eyes darting around the room, taking in Percy’s discarded minotaur horn on the ground. Percy knew that she was looking for any missed threats. Once she nodded to herself, satisfied, he joined Grover on the ground.

Grover, who sought heat like a lizard in the desert, immediately latched onto his arm. Annabeth crawled down on Percy’s other side, her sheathed knife carefully going within grabbing distance. Her body laid stiffly, but she always was until sleep forced her shoulders to untense.

It was cramped, and already felt a bit sticky in the summer heat, but infinitely better than the cloying softness of the actual bed.

In the back of Percy’s mind, he knew that if any monsters were to attack while he slept, the two next to him would be there when he woke up. He closed his eyes.

Seconds later, he opened them again.

“Why are you sad?” Grover mumbled, sniffing at Percy’s arm. Percy wondered if he was dreaming of crying empanadas.

“Percy’s sad?” Annabeth repeated, voice groggy from almost-sleep.

“He is not!” Percy insisted, mortified. “Grover is just sleep talking.”

“Why are you sad?” Annabeth asked, ignoring him.

“Satrys can smell emotions,” Grover bleated, blinking awake in offense. He inhaled deeply, more intent. “You are sad!” he exclaimed. “Sadness smells like flat soda.”

“Look,” Percy blushed, “It’s nothing, alright?”

“If it’s nothing, then just tell us so we can deal with it and go to sleep.”

That was Annabeth—always logical, even at her most comforting.

“I hate flat soda,” Grover agreed.

Unable to find a way out of it, and too tired to think of something sufficiently witty to make them lose interest, Percy was left with the uncomfortable feeling of telling the truth.

“It’s just—I never really made friends at any of my schools. And now I have you two, but summer’s ending soon. And I’ll just be back at a new school. Again.”

For a second no one said anything, and Percy’s mortification forced its way through his sleep addled brain.

“But anyway, I’m really tired, so let’s head to bed and—”

“Iris messages exist for a reason,” Annabeth cut in. “I was planning on calling you two on a weekly basis to begin with, but you can call too.”

Percy stared.

“You were planning on calling me?” he repeated dumbly. Annabeth narrowed her eyes.

“Were you not planning on calling me?” she asked.

“Er,” Percy said. “I don’t have golden drachmas?” It was easier than admitting he hadn’t realized he was allowed to call.

“I’ll give you some,” Grover said happily. “Satrys don’t really use them among ourselves, so I’ve got a stash. You better call me too though!”

“We’ll do three way calls,” Annabeth said firmly, like there was nothing to discuss. And maybe there wasn’t.

Warm and settled in a way that had nothing to do with the summer heat, Percy laid down. Grover once again grabbed at his arm, and to Percy’s shock, Annabeth grabbed his other. He felt his face heat up as Annabeth laid her head against him.

Percy couldn’t see Grover’s face, but he felt the satry’s smirk against his skin.

Shut up, he thought fiercely, hoping Grover could somehow smell the thought.

Then Percy felt Grover carefully shift so his hand was delicately placed around Percy’s ribs. Percy froze.

“You know, Percy still smells a little sad,” Grover said to Annabeth, who frowned and glanced up. Percy pressed his lips together, already feeling them twitch. Grover’s fingers, concealed by the blanket, started gently scratching at Percy’s side.

“No, I doN’T!” Percy tried to deny, voice squeaking when Grover gave up on gentle and squeezed. Annabeth’s eyes lit up in understanding. Grover and Annabeth shared a mischievous look that made Percy gulp. “I mean come on, we’re all tired here, aren’t we?”

“I feel wide awake,” Annabeth corrected. “Don’t you Grover?”

“Wide awake,” Grover echoed. “Never less sleepy in my life.”

“And we’d be bad friends if we let Percy go to bed sad,” she continued, poking Percy’s side and making him flinch into Grover.

“Absolutely,” Grover agreed, wiggling his fingers in a way that made Percy jolt right back over to Annabeth.

“Come on,” Percy complained, though the effect was lessened by the boyish giggles that were coming out of his mouth. He felt jittery in an exhilarated sort of way, like he was about to practice sword fighting against a particularly good opponent. “This isn’t fair!”

“You fought the god of war and won,” Annabeth reminded him, grabbing one of his flailing arms and pulling it up over his head. Her nails were short and blunt, but Percy felt them scratch over the cotton of his Camp Half Blood t-shirt and immediately fell into full body laughter. On his other side, Grover began poking up and down his ribs and sides, leaving Percy defenseless to the squeaks and squeals coming from his mouth. “We’re just trying to cheer you up.”

“We can’t let you walk around smelling like sadness,” Grover agreed, smiling himself.

Percy’s witty response—he wasn’t sure exactly what it was yet, but he was sure he’d figure it out by the time his mouth was open—was cut off by his laughter jumping ten decibels. Annabeth’s hand paused on his knees, her own lips twitching.

“Careful or else someone might think you’re ticklish,” she said sarcastically. A jolt went down Percy’s spine.

“I’m not!” Percy insisted, voice clear from laughter during the slight break from tickling, but cracking all the same. Annabeth gave him a look as if he had said something particularly stupid. Grover bleated.

“Really?” Annabeth asked. Percy felt her hand shift on his knee, and his heart skipped a beat when he felt Grover reach over towards his other. “You’re not ticklish. Not at all?”

Percy thought briefly of begging for mercy.

“Nope,” he said instead.

As if they had practiced, Annabeth let go of his arm and dug into his left knee with both hands at the exact moment Grover started scribbling his nails above and below his right knee. Percy’s laughter boomed out of him. His legs kicked out reflexively. His arms shot down and tried to grab at Annabeth and Grover, but they had four hands to hold down his two, and no amount of squirming deterred them.

“Let’s think of this logically,” Annabeth said in the matter-of-fact voice that Percy had originally found irritating and now found endearing. “If I do this,” she squeezed his knee in a series of quick pulses that had Percy screeching, “and you laugh, what do you think that means Percy?”

“It means you’re mean!” Percy somehow forced through his laughter, though it took significantly longer than normal.

“Uh huh,” Annabeth said. “And if Grover—” Grover, abruptly, let go of Percy’s legs and instead reached under Percy’s shirt and scribbled at his stomach, “does that, and you laugh then too, what does that mean?”

It took several seconds for Percy to gather enough breath through his glee to respond.

“It means he’s mean!”

“And what else?” Annabeth said, but Percy let the laughter flow over him and didn’t respond. He felt light and floaty—his mind was further away than it normally was, his entire brain taken up with the feeling of fingers tickling him and the mirth making him squirm around. He was vaguely aware of his friends talking more, but the specific words didn’t reach him. He just laughed and laughed.

“Percy,” Grover chided, drawing the word out just slightly, and it could have been seconds or hours later. At some point the tickling had slowed and he was giggling lightly. “You okay there?”

He nodded before he could think of being dishonest. Both of them had quit tickling him, but Percy could still feel phantom nails on his skin and his laughter hadn’t fully petered out yet. At some point, he must have sat up, and he realized belatedly that he was holding on to Annabeth's hands.

“You two are monsters,” Percy gasped dramatically, falling to his back and making the comforter let out a little puff of air.

“Oh please,” Annabeth scoffed, “I don’t need to smell emotions to see how happy the tickling made you.”

“Monsters,” Percy repeated, steadfastly not meeting anyone’s eyes.

“Well,” Grover said with a quick poke that made Percy squeak, “this monster is exhausted. Goodnight!”

Within seconds, Grover was laying his head against Percy’s shoulders and letting out soft snores. Annabeth sat on his other side but stared at him a moment.

“Still sad, Seaweed Brain?”

“Never been happier, Wise Girl,” Percy said, shooting for a sarcastic tone and missing miserably. Annabeth nodded.

It was the best sleep the three of them had had in a long time.

#percy jackson #grover underwood #annabeth chase #tickling #percabeth #but like pre percabeth where they have crushes on each other but are in denial #its set early in the series after all #lee!percy jackson #ler!annabeth chase #ler!grover underwood

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xix. start to melt

alex turner x reader

word count: 7069

summary: A conflict arrived at the christmas dinner, feelings were served for dessert and a bitter taste of the past had to be swallowed down to prevent any heartaches, it's hard to see him (2014 Alex!) but even harder to resist him, now that he's there with his new girl, would it be easier to pretend that he was just some lover?

warnings: sp*t, ch*cking, hitt*ng, degr*ding

song recommendation: start to melt by peter bjorn

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New York became a crazy town when December wooshed into the air, the stores had become empty shelves, restaurants were packed with people, and on every corner, a Santa was ringing his bell and singing. This year's Christmas was just like the others, just with some tiny changes you ignored.

You ran alongside your boyfriend into the building where your friend would host a Christmas dinner, packed with a big pot you wait for the elevator to take you up to the apartment, "James, help me with the pot, it's too heavy on me" Jack, your boyfriend that sometimes could be such an ass when he was annoyed, eyed you up and down, you were visibly struggling with the red heavy ceramic pot, and on his arms, he was holding the presents for everyone, yes they were a few but not so heavy.

"Honey, I can't just drop the boxes and grab the pot, you know how long it took you to wrap them up..."

"Maybe I wouldn't have if you had helped me-" He interrupts you by kissing your nose.

"Calm down.... we're almost there," He says to you, "And it's not even that heavy for you" Before you could blast off on him the bell dings and the doors open.

"Hi!" Your best friend's boyfriend Nick says, "Oops! That looks heavy, let me help you... oh smells nice" You look from the corner of your eye to Jack and he easily ignores what Nick said. You went running to Giselle in the kitchen, you were stoked to see her and she hugged you tightly, her arms wrapped around your shoulders to push you closer and whisper in your ear.

"Don't freak out, but he is here.... and he brought the girl with the red hair, and white dress comin' at ya" Your heart shrinks when you see her walking in slowly to the kitchen with a big merengue pie, a bright and sweet smile on her lips, you didn't know what to even say to her, her presence makes you feel uneasy.

"Nice to see you, I'm Ariel" You hug her like protocol and introduce yourself with the most fake smile, then from the back came in who you were expecting the least out of all, he hugs her close with his arm around her waist, he came inside wearing the same leather jacket you used to borrow, a stripped red, gold and silver shirt you used to wear around his bedroom, stiff vintage jeans and boots, he takes a look at you, from head to toes, slowly, taking a deep breath in, you wore a long sleeve black short dress with a chunky belt around your hips, and knee high boots his face showing nothing and everything at the same time while you stood confused and angry all at once "This is-"

"They already know me..." He said in a cocky and cold tone, you held your breath, you didn't know how to feel about his presence, or why had he even had the nerve to be here after counting ties with his for so long, you had stripped out of any feeling about him, you set a goal to treat him as a ghost and just focus on Jack.

Giselle sensed the tension, and knew what she had to do immediately, "Ariel, would you be so nice and help me set the table?" She added some needed social pressure to her, no one knew her, and she seemed like the type to love being loved, she grabbed Alex's hand pulling him to go with her but he released his hand and signed her to wait for him.

He walks two steps closer to you, breaking the meter barrier from one corner of the kitchen marble table to the other "How are you?" He asked almost whispering, you had no reply, you went to turn on the oven, and the giant pot went inside, "You've lost weight" He added as he searched for an answer from you in any sort of way.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" You spat back.

"We're going to play ghost, just like the ol' times aren't we?" He chuckles.

"No" That's all you said before you walked out of the kitchen, he squeezes your arm grabbing your attention.

"I'm here, and I'm real, don't act like I'm dead to you 'cause we both know that will never be the case," He said your name like a decease as he slowly let go of your arm, his intense gaze was locked on yours, "Who is that, huh? New boy toy?" He asks referring to Jack in the back as he puts order to the presents

You cross a foot in front of the other, running your tongue on your cheek, leaning against the table, speaking confidently "You have told her about me, haven't you? She walks in and somehow she's so happy to see me" You whisper to him, staring at him with a scowl when he stays silent, "That's low, and even for you Turner" You walk off, running to kiss Jack passionately by the christmas three, you didn't doubt that Alex had seen it. He had to see that you were better now, better off without him, or at least that's what you wanted things to be. You went to say hi to the rest, caressing the little face of Jamie's and Katie's kid, hugging them tightly because despite the separation they still messaged you from time to time, especially Katie and Bree, both of them came to visit your when they had the chance, attended to the fashion shows you walked in, you stayed in touch with Jamie, and Matt sometimes took pictures of you for his Instagram, he had some sort of thing for taking pictures of people's back.

After a massive heartbreak during the release of Suck It and See, you were at the hands of time and patience, Giselle stuck with you even though she was going to join the boys during the tour, Nick had told you several times how he was doing bad too, had lost weight, looked sick until he completely changed from night to day into a lady's man and a casanova, a total heartbreaker, a million dollar man. That's around the time when other girls came into his life, and began to date again, it seemed like he had gotten over you so quickly that it broke your heart even more, he had promised you marriage, but all of that fame, you simply couldn't make him surrender that part of his life to you even though you tried several times, you never told him to quit music, you just wanted him to let you into that part of his life that was sensitive, why was he so afraid of commitment?

For almost two years you had restored yourself and moved apartments since in yours you could still hear his boots walking around the place, and the sound of his guitar in your living room, he had left a few things in there that Nick was so kind to give back to him since you couldn't even see him on a picture, and the internet was flooded with them. After a while you returned to your job, as an editor for fashion magazines and a blogger as a hobby that soon turned into more than that, you had become famous, a model, a muse for many campaigns, and quickly into an it girl. People were writing articles about you but his name was written all over them.

At a party, you met Jack, and he was a prince charming at first, he was a barely recognized photographer and his career exploded when he began to take your photos, then those other girls came around... and you started to feel left out, but he promised you that nothing ever really happened, he had other priorities in his life now, and you didn't feel like the center of his universe anymore. Were you happy? That's a question that you ask yourself daily, and leaving Jack was always something that bothered you to think about. When you tried, you surrendered to him and felt guilty even to try to break up with someone who could do what Alex couldn't, and that was to get engaged with you, you weren't strong enough to break the engagement, you thought no one else would do it, just Jack. He asked you in the same place he had met you, in front of thousands of people, what else could you say but yes? You convinced yourself that was the right thing to do.

Time later his name echoed in the dark and appeared at 3 in the morning like a phantom, his name written all over your emails, and texts, you only once replayed, he visibly was struggling with alcohol and sometimes drugs, Nick had told you everything about it and had told him several times to leave you alone until he eventually did, but that peace only lasted for a few months and then, AM dropped like a bomb all over the world, you tried your best to fight thru the sound waves all over the news, radio, blogs, newspaper, magazines, his face was all over yours once more, rumors about his new girlfriend Ariel like his muse for AM. You were far away from Alex by living in New York while he lived in sunny Los Angeles and that kept you at peace, you thought someday the album and his name would die out, but it never did, not even to the day.

Now there you were, in front of him feeling like an orphan, filled with sadness with a cozy coat of rage, you all sat down to eat, Alex had chosen to sit in front of you, what was the reason for that? You were far to know, Giselle and Nick were well aware of it.

"Would you excuse us for a minute?" Giselle stood up and grabbed your hand, you whispered a sorry and she took you out to the balcony, and you grabbed your cigarettes and fur coat.

Once she closed the door, you put your hand on your head and lit up a cigarette that you craved more than the food itself, "Care to explain to me what the fuck is he doing here?"

"Woah! Don't get mad at me I didn't know he was coming either," She said, "He just tagged along with Jamie and Matt, he carried so many gifts for everyone, how could I say no to that? How could I say no in front of Jamie's kid?" She snatched a cigarette from your box, and you leaned over at the balcony and stared into the yellow lines of cabs and cars.

"Sorry for yelling at you like that, it's not your fault"

"No, I know it isn't, I'm sorry 'bout Ariel"

You rolled your eyes, "She's so lovely it makes me feel ill" She was a ray of sunlight and a fresh California breeze while you were the gloomy mornings and foggy air of New York. Ariel was the thing that he always needed, someone who always cheered him up, someone who enjoyed being out and about, someone who had no problem making conversation and meeting new people.

"I know..." She grunts, "She even has the name of a fucking-"

"Disney princess!" Both of you said in unison, making each other laugh hysterically, "I know!"

"You're a piece of shit" You whisper shouted to Giselle.

"Shut the fuck up or we're getting kicked out of my dinner" You both giggled to each other, hugging each other tightly, Giselle was more than your best friend, she was your sister, the type of friend you had never thought you would get, you were thankful for her. She grabbed your hand and walked you back to the table, you glanced at Katie's baby, at the diamond on her ring, how did the rest make it while Alex was still living the life, breaking hearts, dating models, hanging out, why was he like that, hell did he loved that life more than you?

Then Ariel mentioned your name dragging your attention back to her, Alex's arm was around her shoulders, looking at her looking at you, "I love all of your blogs! Have you got any words of wisdom for girls who are starting their own thing too?" God, what was that? an interview for Today?

"Let me have more wisdom juice and I'll give you some words" You elegantly finished your glass of wine while the rest laughed at your joke, you grabbed Jack's hand and kicked his foot under the table, Alex's chest raises as he takes a deep breath in, "Well, be brave and work hard, even if you think it's not paying off, it is, so just keep working on it, and choose someone that supports you thru it" You glanced at Alex, "Someone that you can trust, that makes you feel strong and loved" He squints his eyes at you, and you sit back with a smile.

She kissed Alex on the lips, cupping his cheek, Giselle was kind enough to serve you more wine and sneak a little bottle of vodka into your hands, she winked your eye at you, Alex seemed bothered by the words you chose to say, but you didn't care at this point, you saw Jacks head on his phone chatting with his stupid friends, and his hand had let go of yours, you grabbed it and his hand was holding yours loosely, and moments later he let go of it to type with both of his thumbs, you swallowed down a big lump, feeling lonelier than ever. Jack was well aware of Alex, but he felt nothing about it, he wasn't thinking about how you felt about it.

"What do you do for a living Ariel?" You poured yourself another drink.

"Oh well, I'm a content creator" You raised your eyebrows with a smirk on your face, "But I started just like you, I felt deeply inspired by the way that you started so I thought if you could do it... well, why not me?" You nodded your head slowly glancing at Alex from time to time, he was looking away or pretending to look at Ariel but he was without any doubt looking at you.

"Oh that's... amazin', isn't it?" You turned to look at him, and he smiled kissing Ariel's head.

"Yeah of course it is, we had fun makin' 'em vines things didn't we?" She smiled at him and giggled nodding with her luscious red hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys knew each other" Said Ariel with a little fainted smile.

"Oh! no, no, no, in fact, I don't even know his name" Giselle covered up her laugh with a cough.

"When is the wedding?" Katie jumped in to change the subject visibly feeling uncomfortable by the little confrontation, "Don't think I haven't seen that bling bling on your ring ring!" You put your hand up in the air, showing off the ring that Jack gave you, all of the girls were in awe while you saw in Alex's face every emotion going past him, he couldn't believe it, he had swallowed down the most bitter pill ever. He couldn't even see Jack's face without wanting to kick him off his chair.

"Congratulations!" Ariel said, "You guys make a lovely couple"

The rest of the evening everyone kept talking about Giselle and Nick's engagement, Matt and Bree's upcoming wedding day, Forest's birthday, and his Christmas gifts, a few asked Jack about his work but he didn't say much until he put your hand on your inner thigh after a while of being on his phone he had finally turned it off.

"Don't you wanna go upstairs, baby?" He whispers to you, "I'm getting bored," He caressed your thigh getting higher and higher, you were about to go off on him until his phone buzzed, and he directed his attention to his phone, his hand sliding off of your thigh but you quickly put your hand on his, and turned his face his eyes fixated on you.

"Ok, let's go" You both excused yourself, and he went to the bathroom while you went to the kitchen to clean some plates while the rest took their things to the living room, and sneakily you joined him in the bathroom, where he hungrily waited for you, he kissed you so passionately it almost made you feel like you were right at the beginning of your relationship, he was fast and giddy, sliding his hand in between your legs while his hand grabs on your ass tightly, he slides down your panties, putting his fingers inside you harshly, it hurts but you try to enjoy it, "Mmm, God you're so wet" You giggled and kissed him, taking out his dick from his jeans, he flipped you, back on his chest and you leaned over the sink as he slides his dick inside you, you don't really feel anything anymore, but maybe if you moan a little, touch yourself more, you'd like it more, but his stupid phone buzzed and buzzed, someone was calling him, "Wait like that, it'll be fast" You rolled your eyes, and pulled away from him

"You take longer in your phone than what you take in fucking me" You clean a little smudge from your lipstick, fixed your hair and belt. You left him inside the bathroom and returned to the kitchen, everyone was talking and drinking by the three, Alex glanced at you, and scanned you up and down, walking discreetly towards you.

"Blew some steam off?" You sighed, and poured yourself a glass of vodka, "You don't seem like you're having fun" He pulled the little hairs off your head, rolled your eyes, and fixed your hair.

"Go fuck yourself," You said, he laughed at you and smiled.

"You go fuck yourself darlin' you look like you need it" You scoffed and walked towards him, it was on.

"Go fuck myself? Right... don't think I don't see you staring at me you perv, I see behind your cockiness and smirks, you think you're better than me? go on and tell her about me... you fucking coward, you can't ever face things, you don't have the balls to" You smiled at him, feeling wildly satisfied, this was better than an orgasm.

"You think you're so fucking awesome with your piece of shit boyfriend, who can't even last five fucking minutes with you"

"Who are you to fucking judge?" You quickly backfired, he pulled himself closer to you, squeezing your shoulder.

"Oh really? Do you think he pleases you? I know more about pleasure than any of the other dickheads you could ever fuck" You chuckled and moved your head to the sides, "Say no all you want but I know that I just need my pinky to make you come in seconds than that asshole in an hour" You looked down to his veiny and strong rough hands, you remember how you fidget at night with his death ramps ring, you bot down on your lower lip.

"But that asshole had bigger balls to commit to me, and you will never be brave enough to do that" He looks down at you, starting to feel a bit sad, and he took a step closer to you.

"Is that why you're so mad at me? Because I didn't propose to you?" He said with a serious tone.

"I don't give a shit about that, and you know it, you never wanted anyone to screw up your rockstar life because you love it more than sex, you even loved it more than me, even more than her" He gets angrier by the mentioning of the relationship you and he had, he squeezes your shoulder harder, each time he was starting to feel more sensitive, you penetrated places beneath his thick skull that always made him feel weak, "Admit it" How could he admit to something so far from the truth? There was nothing that fueled him with anger more.

"That's a lie and you know it, there were so many things behind you couldn't have understood-"

"What couldn't I understand, huh? I loved you so much I opened up to you, but you just opened up a window and called it a door, tell me what couldn't I understand Alex? Because I'm here and after this, I will make sure that you never see my face again... I'm doing you a favor" You spat, it devastated you to say these words, "I never wanted to get engaged or to have kids, but I would have loved to have your kids and to be part of your life like the closed lock on the door of our backyard, but you never gave me that chance because the only thing that you loved more than me was you and your fucking life" You walked away leaving him speechless and you ran across Jack, your stupid man child boyfriend.

"Hi baby, sorry I had to attend that call, you know it's important, right?" 'What could be more important than you and your fucking friends talking about pussy and tits?

"I know, tell me what is it" He looked at you strangely, was he playing dumb or didn't he see how bad you felt? And you dealing with him was the last thing you wanted to do.

"Look" He put his hands on your lower waist and pulled you in closer to whisper to your ear, you could already imagine what was he going to say "I know you're upset because Alex is here" You hated to even hear his name and the worst part is that he knew it, "But my friends are also making a dinner, do you wanna ditch this one and go with me?" You put your hands on his chest pulling him away slowly, "Or can I go? I swear I'll be back before midnight"

"I'm not your mom Jack if you want to go just fucking go" You walked away to sit with everyone by the tree, Jamie had pulled out his guitar while Katie held Forest on his tiny and puffy feet to dance and wave his arms, he looked so tiny and cute, it truly made your heart melt because you knew, that would never be you, Giselle sat close to you, and watched you observe Ariel, clapping her hands and singing along, her smile bright as the sun, she was stunning in her white dress and golden jewelry, red lips the same color of her hair, you would never be like her, you were stuck in your skin, pushing everyone away after one single thing went wrong, Giselle saw you struggling and she discreetly grabbed your fingers squeezing them, you turn to look at her, she gives you a tender smile to warm up your insides, you squeezed her hand back and walked off to the balcony, you put on your coat and head outside.

New York was covered in fog and the light of the cars shone through the gloom, the cold breeze froze your hands but you managed to light up your cigarette and put your back against the wall, then you heard someone stepping outside, you glanced and it was Alex. He stood in front of you, staring at you up and down, he put the back of his hand against your cheek, just like he used to, you felt something weighing in your heart, "Do you do that to Ariel?"

"No" He answers quickly, caressing your bottom lip, and pulling it down, "I would never touch her or love her the same way I loved you"

"Then why are you with her?" You asked him.

"Why are you with him?" Both of you stare into each

"I was just trying to begin' again, you were with her, you had moved on... and I hadn't," You said with honesty, "I can't even say your name,"

"Meeting you was the worst thing that happened to me too, you showed me what true love was, but I was afraid to let you down, to not be what you wanted"

"You were what I needed," You said, your throat closed, and your cheeks became warm, and your eyes watery, your lips became a pout, you couldn't speak, so you stare at him, you both saw the mess that was behind all the scowls. He leaned in closer to you and you stepped back, and his lips rosed yours, it had been so long since you had felt something inside you sparked like that, you had lost it the day he left you, you kissed each other, he had longed for the taste of your mouth, of bitting down on your plump lips, of the smell of your perfume, nothing about your appearance was different but you felt different, and that foreign feeling of love was getting thru the tall wall you had built, more tears rolled down your cheeks warming up the kiss, he had yearned for this kiss for so long, the taste of your salty tears that he used to wipe away with the same love and tenderness.

"I only came here 'cause I knew you would be here, I needed to know if you still felt the same, I can't keep my feelings in disguise," You thought about it, yes, you felt the same way, but would it be worth to take the risk and maybe end up devastated like last time, would you handle another broken heart?

"I can't," You said.

"Do you love him?" He asked, and you only saw him straight in the eyes, "Do you love me still?"

"Would you hurt me again?" You asked, "I don't care if the rest says that you've changed, I need you to earn me back again because I'm not gonna let you destroy everything I build up just as easily" You cleaned up your tears and went back inside quickly fetching your bag and locking yourself up in the bathroom.

You sat down on the floor and curled into a little ball by the sink, you had that gut-destroying feeling of your limps turning inside out, you wanted to rip off everything away, and you silently cried holding in all the rage, and the need to tear the whole place down, and then you heard someone forcing themselves in with a key, Giselle wooshed inside the bathroom to hug you, you felt like a tiny deer being hunt.

"How I hate him... I hate to hate him, and I hate that I still want him even after everything he did to me" You cried so quietly in Giselle's arms because she understood everything so well, even during the times she went thru this, you were with her, "I wish that I had never seen him, everyone tells me that he has changed but I don't trust them, I only trust you, I hate everyone else," She slides down to the floor with you, handing you another tiny bottle of vodka, "And then he asks me if I love Jack..."

"Do you?" She asks, but not because she doesn't know, she wants you to admit the truth.

"I don't... he acts like fucking Mr. Brightside when he's with all of his friends, but I know how he's like when the party ends," You emptied the bottle down your throat, "I hate him too," You said under your breath.

"Me too" You both giggled at the irony, "I hate that you think you're in love when the only person I've seen you love more than me is him," She said, "You still love him and you can't say no, but I know how hard it must be to let him come back, you know I love you, and whatever you choose to do I'll always be by your side," You hug her tightly and she lets go of you to wipe down your face and your little bambi eyes, "I'm glad some of that black went away, your eyes were too smokey" You botch chuckled and nod, "Fix that makeup and go outside, I'll be waiting for you with a bigger bottle of these" She waved the little vodka bottles and you nod, doing your makeup all over again with the things you brought, you fixed your eyeliner and smudged it a little, reapplying your lipstick and blush.

As you headed out, you saw Alex singing to Forest while Jamie played with him, he kept laughing with his sweet baby voice, and Giselle handed you a glass and poured you a drink.

"Sing the new song you made on the plane," Ariel said, "He's been working on it with Miles" You paid genuine attention to what Ariel said, he's been working with Miles again? That must mean a new TLSP project or maybe just a new song for Miles.

"First impressions of the century..."

You were completely shocked when you heard him sing once more, flashbacks of you at your old house shacking the tambourine to the rhythm of the music while Alex sat with his little messy and shaggy hair, he looked just like a puppy, and now he looked like a real tough man with all of that muscle and his slick hair, he had grown up so much too, you missed his side profile and his tender voice, now it had gone deeper, and you could hear exactly what the song could be like the moment he began to play it, your eyes light up when he says.

"Used to be my girl"

Giselle turns to you slowly, and everyone else looks at each other, then Ariel, Alex, and back to you, you hated the feeling of Ariel being so blinded by his charm, she clapped her hands so excited by the song.

"Isn't it great?" She glanced at everyone and all of them smiled nodding their heads.

"Yeah.... it's g-great" Giselle stutters with a kind and pityful smile. Pour Ariel, you hated the fact you might be guilty for her broken heart. Would you risk that? She seemed excited and in love with him, you wouldn't have wished that ache in the heart of anyone.

The rest of the night was full of surprises, opening the gifts at midnight, Jack simply messaging you a late Merry Christmas.

"What a fucking asshole," You said showing the message to Giselle she sat crossed leg in her fancy white shiny dress with a big bow on her back, you loved it.

"Maybe you should say goodbye to him and hello to you know who" Giselle whispered to you. No one else but her would or could understand what kind of love Alex and you had, it was no ordinary love, no passenger love, she was certain it could be the real thing, but things happened, and she was there to stand by you because she also knew someday you would see him again, if he was meant for you, out of fate or out of will.

"What about Ariel?" You asked.

"Maybe Alex can work something out, you don't know anything about her and their relationship" She insists.

"But I do know him, and they've been together for a while-"

"I need to talk to you" You glanced at Ariel when he went up to you, she was busy on the couch watching The Grinch with Jamie, Katie, and Forest, you looked at him up and down, and he held out his hand for you. You simply stood up and went with him to the bathroom.

He shut the door with a lock, cupping your cheeks and kissing you with the same need and passion as the years before, as if nothing had changed between you, "Alex... don't... stop" You mumbled and pushed him away.

"Don't stop? that's what you mean?" He suggests, pulling away from your mouth, you open your eyes and his hand drops to the back of your head, "That's what I thought" He forces a kiss on your lips and his hands grip your hips and push them against him.

"No Alex, I'm being serious... what about her?" You asked him, sorrow in your eyes when you asked about her, even if you didn't know her you could picture how she felt, he could make you see heaven, drag the moon and the stars to your feet, and still break your heart into a million little pieces.

"I'll tell her after this, ok? You don't have to worry about it" He kissed you and then he pulled away deep in thought, "And Jack?"

"Don't worry about him either, I'll just text him" You bite down on your lower lip, "He gets what he deserves" You said with a smirk, finally, how hungry were you for the moment to dump a man by text.

"Can I trust you will drop that wanker?" You roll your eyes, he drops his gaze to lock your eyes on him, the wrinkles in his forehead making you smile.

"Can I trust you with her?" He nods his head.

"Yes, you can" You were losing yourself entirely on him, his smell, his face, his lips, the touch, the need, the gripping, pulling, and bitting, you were out, "I love you more than anything or anyone... I never meant to-"

"We're just making things worse Alex," You said to him.

"Why?" He asks with genuine innocence.

"By saying I love you when everything is about to crumble to pieces just because of us," You said, "And I don't know what you did to that girl or what you do to girls to get them and convince them, but this one... you're gonna fuck her up, and I don't wanna be-"

"You won't, I know her, she doesn't know the full story and she's not the type to judge a book by its cover, she will understand" You rolled your eyes, and he sighed out of annoyance and despair, like a little kid in a store. He insists that you trust what he's saying, he pinches your cheeks together and you push his face away before he can kiss you.

"How are you so fucking sure she will understand? No girl ever is like that, every girl wants to be the only one in a man's life, if not the first to come then the last to stay... Alex, she loves you"

"But I love you!" He shouts, and you shake, as the feeling of cold shivers running all over your body electrocute your skin, "If I'm not with you I don't think I'll ever be capable of loving someone else, I can't let you get away, not again... I was so afraid of what could happen if you got engaged to me, everyone in the media would find out things about you even the most superficial things, that might tear us down, and you'd eventually start to hate that, how they violate and expose your private life thanks to me, and then, you would eventually start to hate me too"

"Why would you ever think that?" You asked pulling him closer to you, "No, I wouldn't ever leave you for something that stupid, they won't ever know what we have, who I am and who you are, I know exactly who you are, and I love you, I truly do" He took the ring off your hand, and threw it away, "Let's start again, I trust you'll figure things out, just... please don't get anyone hurt"

"Oh, I won't... but I don't promise anything about that fucking jackass you're-" He smiled to himself, "Were dating" He grabbed your wrists, "How did you manage to spend all of that time with that asshole...?" He bit down on his lip, his thumb pressed against your chin exposing your neck and slowly kissing it, your skin filling up with shivers.

"Oh, fuck... the same thing I asked myself every fuckin' day" You sighed breathing against his shoulder, you loved hearing the sounds that his wet lips made whenever he pressed a subtle kiss on your cheek, the warmth, and the little tickles, "He just didn't have it, didn't have the attitude, the confidence... the size" Your hand went down to grab his cock tightly as you bite down on your lip, "Spit in my mouth baby, I know you miss it" You open your mouth for him to spit in, his warm saliva all over your tongue, his kisses your mouth erotically and hard, and he pulls away to slap you in the face.

"Oh... fuck you're just makin' me-" He groaned as he gripped your arms to the side, pushing you against the sink, ass pressed against his hard dick, "That dress, such a shame that asshole didn't see it like that..." Your dress crumbled up to your hips, exposing your thin black panties and your round ass he kneaded like dough.

"Let's make this quick, Alex, I know you can" You smirked, and he quickly undo the buckle of his jeans to pull out his pulsing red cock, it felt so warm inside you, both of you moaned at the feeling of your bodies, he felt so warm and big, filled you up to the point you swore you could come just as easy, and he felt that electric shocks running up his body, his cock slides inside you with ease, your walls immediately adjusting to the size of his cock and he loved feeling your muscles contracting, tensing and squeezing, your little peachy fuzzy hairs on your arms raising up when his fingertips traced over your flushed and tender skin, how your body moves when he thrusts inside you, your back bends and your neck nudges to the side, he pressed his lips against your sweet spot, he looks at you thru the mirror, such a fucking picture.

"Ugh... fuckin' christ, keep going please...!" He covers up your mouth some of your hair sticking to your lipstick.

"Do you want everyone to hear you fucking, you little perverted slut?" He smiled bitting down on his bottom lip, he looks at you thru the mirror, your pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, hair messy and ruined, "Maybe they should know how good I fuck you, no one else could fuck you just as good, just as deep... you hear me?" You hummed as a yes, "You love it, don't you? I bet you missed being degraded to the ground, being pushed to the limits, that khaki wearing little shit couldn't even get closer... this is what you needed, a good and deep fuck from a real man to get you to see who can really give you what you want" He smiled, kissing your cheek and speeding up spanking your ass, and chocking you with the hand that was on your mouth, he pulled your hair back and he smelled your hair, the smell of vanilla and your poisonous perfume stung that part of his brain that flashed so many memories, he had missed that smell, he had certain melancholy about it whenever he smelled something similar, you were everywhere and he couldn't get you out of his skin.

You face had gone red, all stained with your lipstick and your tears and he keeps pushing his hips harder and harder, he sees your face thru the mirror, enjoying the view of your pleasure, you felt every single thrust and contraction of your walls, his fingers rubbing your sensitive spot relentlessly, your mouth making out chocked moans only Alex could get off on, he never had seen you get this needy, and after years of forcing your own release out of your body you finally relaxed and felt every part of your creamy and juicy release running down your thighs, one more thrust and you had gone into oblivion, Alex closed his eyes and pulled out of you so quickly when he felt you had finished, he dropped you to your knees and pulled your head back, sticking out your tongue to taste his cum all over your tongue, running it thru your teeth with a big smile, you were like a work of art in his eyes, with all of that body paint on your legs, on your arms and on your face.

"My God... I missed you so much" He went down to his knees, running his hands down your hair and letting them sit on your nape, "When we go out I'll tell her, ok?" He sighed.

"What the fuck? It's christmas Alex!" You said to him, he smacked his lips and smiled at you.

"Sorry, I-I forgot, I just want us to begin again, as soon as possible," He held your hands together.

"Let's give ourselves some time before we do this, I need to talk to Jack's parents about the engagement-"

He puts your hand on his face, "Calm down, babe"

"We're gonna make things worse Al" He grunted and kissed your mouth tenderly.

"Woman, I promise I'll be with you when it all falls down"

"Fine" You kissed him once more, you both entered into each other's heart, making you smile from the inside out, teeth colliding, heart touching heart, wrapping each other in to never let go, kissing until your mouths were dry and your lungs were out of breath.

"Soon you'll be mine woman, all mine, even through you always were but this time I'll make sure it's for good"

A/N

Merry christmas everyone! thank you so much for reading and voting on my chapters, and sorry for the people that are called like the people in this chapter no bad intentions were put into choosing the names of the characters, it was easier to name a few people. I hope you have a lovely and cozy christmas.

love you! 💞

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