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[lives-in-midgard]

My Home

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: After a mission Bucky and you have to stay at a hotel for the night. But when you wake up the next day you're snowed in and maybe can't make it home in time for Christmas.

Word Count: 850

Prompts: snowed in + “Home is not a place, at least not for me. You’re my home.”

From @buck-star Fluffy Winter Event

A/N: I wish all of you a Merry Christmas and happy holidays! I hope you like this 💗 🎄

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It was late at night when you and Bucky were trying to find a hotel. You finished your mission a few hours ago and then went back to the safe house to pick up your stuff and were now walking through the streets of Budapest. As you walked through the streets, holding Bucky’s hand in one hand and your bag in the other, looking at the beautiful Christmas decorations and lights, you began to shiver. Bucky noticed and let go of your hand to take off his jacket. Then he smiled at you before he said.

“Here, take my jacket, doll. I don’t want you to get sick.”

“But then you will be cold.” You said and he shook his head.

“You’re more important.” You wanted to protest, but you knew that Bucky would give you his jacket anyway because he didn’t want you to be cold. So, you let him help you put his jacket on and then kissed your cheek softly.

“Thank you.” You whispered and he smiled at you.

“Let’s find a hotel room so we can snuggle up in bed.” Bucky said with a smile and took your hand again. You walked for a few more minutes and then finally found a hotel. When you walked into the hotel, you were greeted by a warm breeze and a friendly lady. When you went to the reception, Bucky took over the conversation and asked the lady for a room. Luckily, they had a room available for you to sleep in tonight. She gave you the key and then you went to your room with Bucky. The first thing you did after Bucky opened the door for you was to change into some different clothes. Then you jumped into the bed and got comfortable under the covers. Bucky chuckled and looked at you with a warm smile. Then he walked over to you, pulled the blanket aside and laid down next to you.

“Come here, I’ll warm you up, doll.” Bucky said, pulling you closer to him. You laid your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled softly as Bucky kissed your forehead.

“I’m so excited to go home tomorrow so we can celebrate Christmas together.” You said as you looked up at him.

“Me too.” Bucky said with a smile. You talked for a while about all the things you want to do on Christmas and how excited you are about the Avengers Christmas party that’s happening the next day. After a while, you must have fallen asleep because when you woke up, it was dark in the room and only a little light was coming through the curtains. You laid there for a few more minutes, enjoying Bucky’s loving embrace. After a while, Bucky woke up as well and kissed you.

“Good morning, doll.” Bucky whispered in a sleepy voice.

“Morning Bucky.” You said and gave him another kiss. After a few more minutes, you reached for your phone to see what time it was. Because if you want to be home for Christmas, you’d better catch a flight soon.

“I’ll check if there’s a plane going home soon.” You said and Bucky nodded. As you looked at the website, Bucky gave you a kiss on the forehead and got up from the bed.

“Oh, that’s weird.” You said and Bucky turned around.

“What doll?” Bucky asked curiously.

“It says here that there are no flights today.”

“Maybe Steve can pick us up with a Quinjet.” Bucky suggested and you nodded.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” You said as Bucky walked to the window and pulled the curtains away.

“Oh, now I know why there are no flights today.” Bucky suddenly said.

“What, why?” You asked and as you looked over at Bucky, he pulled the curtains away so you could see what was going on outside. It had snowed a lot.

“Looks like we’re snowed in.” Bucky said and your smile started to fade. Bucky immediately noticed and walked over to you.

“But we should be home tomorrow…for Christmas.” You began to sniffle. You wanted to have a perfect Christmas with Bucky.

“Hey, sweetheart, don’t cry.” Bucky whispered as he sat down next to you and pulled you into a hug.

“But we wanted to celebrate Christmas at home.” You said as a tear rolled down your cheek. Bucky gently wiped it away with his thumb and then gave you a warm smile.

“We’re already home.” Bucky suddenly said.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Home is not a place, at least not for me. You’re my home.” You began to smile, and Bucky smiled back at you.

“I love you.” You said and then placed your hand on his cheek and kissed him.

“I love you too.” Bucky told you after the kiss.

“You’re right, we don’t need to be at home. The most important thing is that we’re together.” As you said that, Bucky began to smile.

“Well said, doll.” Bucky said and made you chuckle.

“How about we order some breakfast so we can have breakfast in bed?” Bucky asked.

“That sounds perfect.”

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The Christmas Shift | Bucky 🎄

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader

Prompt : We're doing a poor job hiding our relationship troubles at this family event. 

Part 1 : Holly Jolly Charade

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It’s two days before Christmas, and you decided to go back home.

Your hand moved slowly to close the apartment door. It felt like you were forgetting something. Last year, he would always double-check the door before locking it.

This Christmas could be the last one, you thought, sighing.

You were headed to your parent's home for Christmas this time—mainly because your annoying aunt Teresa wouldn’t be there. On the ride, it was usually just you and Bucky, who started as a fake couple but ended up in a real marriage.

But it seemed like the honeymoon phase was over. You and Bucky had just had a big argument, which led him to stay at a hotel for a few days. That’s why you were here alone.

Your mom, Robin, greeted you with a hug. “Did the company lock you up?” she asked with a smile. “I’m glad you’re here before the storm.” She helped you take off your coat. “Bucky’s already here.”

You widened your eyes in surprise. He’s here?

“He’s got a much more relaxed schedule than you,” she added casually.

After Bucky resigned from the company, he invested in drone cameras and outdoor equipment. Since his hobby was photography, it seemed like the perfect fit. He made a good decision and gained a lot of profit. His work was successful, but his schedule was much more laid-back than yours.

As you walked into the living room, you saw Bucky talking to your dad and your cousins. He noticed you and made his way over to you, offering a side hug.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’d rather be here than with my dad, who’s with his third wife, and my mom, who’s with her new boyfriend,” he whispered, his lips brushing your forehead.

You and Bucky were in the room, sitting on opposite sides of the bed. The distance between you both felt greater than it ever had before. The usual closeness you shared during Christmas wasn’t there. Both of you acted like everything was fine, but your parents noticed.

Robin, sensing the tension, quietly led you to the master bedroom. “What’s going on? It feels like there’s a wall between you two.”

You sighed, your hands nervously fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. “It’s…,” you hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “We…” You usually had the confidence to speak up at the company, but talking about your relationship with Bucky made your stomach knot.

On the other side of the house, your father was talking to Bucky in the living room. “Did you make a mistake with my daughter?”

Bucky looked at him, surprised. “How did you know?”

“Son, I’ve been married for 35 years. I would know. So, you did something,” your father said firmly, though not unkindly.

Bucky sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “She wants a baby. I’m not ready.”

Your father’s brow furrowed. “Why’s that?”

Bucky’s voice softened, and his eyes looked distant. “Because I’m afraid. I don’t think I’ll be a good father. Look at my parents. You saw them at the wedding.”

Your father nodded, understanding the depth of his concerns. “Well… it’s complicated. But you’re you, not your father.” He placed his hand on Bucky's shoulder. “You're a good man for acknowledging your doubts. It's not a shame, son. Everyone feels nervous about being a parent.”

Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Robin sat across from you, her hand resting gently on yours. “Listen, I know things aren’t easy right now, but you and Bucky can make it. There will be challenges ahead, but that doesn’t mean it’s the end. You’ve built something real together, and that counts for a lot.”

You looked at her, searching for the reassurance you needed. Robin gave you a small, encouraging smile. “You’ve both come this far. You’ll find a way through this too. Just remember, love isn’t perfect—it’s about sticking together, even when it’s hard.”

Later that evening, you finally found the courage to talk to Bucky. He was sitting on the couch, his arms crossed as he stared out the window. You walked up to him, and without saying a word, he pulled you into a tight embrace.

“I’m ready,” Bucky whispered into your hair, his voice low but steady. “I’m in it. If you’re in it.”

You held him tighter, your heart feeling lighter. “We’re doing a poor job hiding our relationship troubles at this family event.” You chuckled softly, pulling back just enough to look up at him.

He smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “Yeah, but we’ll figure it out. Together.”

And the next Christmas, both of you came home—this time, with a beautiful, giggling baby girl in your arms. Bucky and you became the best parents this baby girl ever had.

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You sound like you live the austerity measures yourself? Did they personally affected you?

Kaixo anon!

Of course they did, they literally changed the course of my life, and my fellow geriatric millennials'.

The big recession hit just when I finished uni. I was about to enter the labor market when it basically imploded. Everybody was unemployed and the list grew everyday. There were no jobs, and the ones who kept it had to worsen their conditions so no more workmates were fired.

I had my degree brand new and literally nowhere to go to get a job, not in my area of knowledge or in any other. All I had left were temporary jobs of one day or one week, and I was one of the lucky ones cause I lived with my parents and wasn't facing eviction for not having a job. Still, when the worst part of this eventually passed, there was a brand new generation of freshly baked graduates to get the jobs that started being available while there were my elder millennials and I with a shameful CV full of temporary jobs nobody was really interested in. Or, the ones that kept studying, a shameful CV full of certificates and a problematic lack of experience to compete with younger, also well-certified people.

Those years were a fucking nightmare: people evicted by the hundreds, people that could have survived in any other time died due to healthcare cutbacks, lots of households were freezing in the winter because there was no money to pay the electricity or the gas bill? And what did Northern / Central Europe do? Ask for more misery-inducing measures while the PEOPLE there were shaking their heads saying we had it coming and that all of us very much deserved that situation.

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saw ur repost about giving schlatt head under the desk!!! we needdddd a fic of that!

Oooh, I absolutely love it!! Here comes a frustrated Schlatt who just needs a liiiittle bit of relief during his work day! 

IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT CONTINUE READING! NSFW CONTENT!

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“God fucking damn it!” A scream cried out from Schlatt’s office, hearing him grumble a few more profanities under his breath as you creaked open the door to your joint office. He had been in there all day, recording for his personal channels as well as earlier recording a podcast session for Sleep Deprived, where he took a very quick lunch break to tease you on the kitchen counter before telling you he needed to record this week’s episode of Chuckle Sandwich. Leaving you high and (not very) dry, you weren’t happy to say the least with hearing his groaning profanities coming from the office. Slipping in without him noticing, you could see Schlatt’s screen, where he was on a call with Tucker and Ted, and it seemed as though they were going over the results of each other’s personality test results. Schlatt had complained to you earlier in the week about how stupid he thought this topic was for the pod—he viewed his Meyers-Briggs results just like how he interpreted his zodiac signs and horoscopes, absolutely meaningless. 

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t like the results, that’s not it at all! I just don’t care! I don’t care what this stupid online quiz believes I am!” He ranted, running his hands through his hair before ultimately deciding to rest his hands in the palms of his hands. Through his headset, you could vaguely make out Ted giggling, and Tucker insisting that the only reason he was discontent with the results was because he didn’t like the way he was being portrayed. Seeing how genuinely pissed off he was slowly becoming, you knew it was time to intervene, in one of the only ways you knew how. 

Shutting the door as quietly as you could, Schlatt looked up, making eye contact with you. Quickly, you signalled him to keep quiet, circling to the other side of his desk. Confusion and frustration laced his eyes, which must’ve caused Ted to ask if everything was alright, since Schlatt hadn’t retorted to any of the teasing currently going on in the call for a moment. You squatted down, crawling through his organized cords to prop yourself on your knees underneath his desk, directly eye-level with his already semi-hard member. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m alright, everything’s good. Stupid cat was about to jump on my desk.” He grumbled, looking down towards you, knowing that he was about to find himself in some trouble. You slowly began to trace the outline of his girth through his readily-available sweatpants, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. Without much time passing, he was already throbbing against the fabric of his sweatpants. Trying to contain himself on camera, he found himself leaning back in his desk chair, placing his arms behind his head. 

“Listen…all I’m saying is…” he tried to continue on as if you weren’t about to make him come in his pants, giving you an opportunity to slip your hands under his waistband to begin pulling them down. Instead of fighting back, he hopped himself up a bit in his seat, allowing you to slide his pants down with ease, his stiff cock already slapping up towards his stomach. Not being able to help yourself, you began to lick your lips as you locked eyes with Schlatt, who couldn’t look away. 

“Fuck…I’m so fucked…” he muttered under his breath as he watched your hands begin to pump up and down his length. He made sure to look up, making sure that Ted and Tucker didn’t catch on that something was indeed making him distracted from completing the podcast episode, though you knew in your mind that he wouldn’t be able to help himself once you got started. 

“Yeah, yeah. I don’t think any of this is shocking, that’s all. I’m bored because it’s–” he stopped mid-sentence from air being caught in his throat as you began to kitten lick his beet red tip, making sure to get every drop of precum off before giving him a kiss. You chuckled to yourself as you slowly began to drag your tongue from the base of his shaft near his balls all the way back up to his tip, making sure that he began to speak again before beginning to take the rest of him in your mouth, “i-it’s nothing…nothing new! This is all…all information I, I already know…” his voice began to trail off with a groan, as you began to take as much of his cock into your mouth as you could fit. His eyes, hooded with lust, looked down towards you as he saw you snake your free hand, the one not simultaneously pumping whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth, down your own lazy day pajama shorts, making figure eights on your clit so you would get your own pleasure during Schlatt’s torture. 

“Oh my fucking…oh my fucking god.” He let out a grumble from the back of his throat, trying his best to maintain his composure on his podcast as he got closer and closer to his release. Seeing him crumble under your tongue made you moan harder against his cock, quickening your pace with your tongue and hands. Schlatt managed to take his hand that was squeezing his thigh in an attempt to regain his composure down to your hair, grasping as much of it as he could before pulling hard. The pull itself caused you to moan, but the force alone caused your mouth to come off of his cock with a slight “pop,” saliva strings connecting your swollen lips to his still swollen tip. His eyes told you to finish him off, but he began to push himself back from his desk slightly before clearing his throat.

“Guys…I hate to do this…something, something has literally come..up…I need to hop off the pod to deal with some, business. As soon as I’m finished, I will message you both and I’ll be back.” He quickly stumbled over his words as he logged off his computer, making sure all of his tabs were closed and the computer was shut off before he pulled you out from under his desk.

“Now, toots, you’re going to suck me off until I come down your throat, and then you’re going to explain to me what the fuck you were thinking, coming in and sucking me off like that while I was working. I knew you were a little cum slut, but I didn’t think you were that needy.” He groaned, pushing your head back down on his cock, bucking his hips up into your mouth, ensuring that you were taking all of his cock down your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. He wouldn’t lessen the grip he had on your hair, not letting you up for air, as he mumbled profanities towards you. 

“Little slut, thinking you can come in here and get me to stop working…you’ve gotten what you wanted…I hope you can handle it.” He groaned, his hips beginning to buck sloppily as you knew he was nearing the edge. You snuck one of your hands up towards his sack, taking it in your fingertips before fondling it a bit, hoping to speed up his release. 

“Fuck, (Y/N)!” He groaned, his hot seed funneling down your throat, letting go of the back of your head. You slowly pulled your mouth from his cock, sitting back on your knees to swallow the rest of his load that remained in his mouth, dazed from having been fucked in the face a little too hard. Schlatt began to pull you up from the floor, pulling your shorts down in the process, so your went cunt sat directly on top of his now semi-flacid, worn out cock. 

“Princess, please. Enthuse me. What the fuck were you thinking?” He said, hand gripping your jaw to make sure you were looking at him, as he took his other hand to your folds, finding and beginning to play with your clit. Missing his touch, you let out a hiss before his motions stopped. “Answer me, princess.” 

“I…I…” you struggled to get your thoughts out, still being dick drunk as he began to slide his fingers in and out of you. “I heard how…frustrated you sounded on your call…figured I’d help…release some of your stress.” You managed to get out, as Schlatt nodded his head, quickening his pace as his fingers found your clit once more. 

“Oh yeah? Is that it? You definitely didn’t want to distract me from my work, right? Make me pause my last session of the day so you could get your quick fuck in, right? Make me absolutely lose my mind on camera, so you can watch later and relive the dirty memories only you and I share, right?” Every time he questioned your motive, he pressed harder on your clit, making you buck your hips against his hand, letting out a mewl from the back of your throat. 

“No! No Schlatt, I just…I wanted you to be satisfied!” You groaned as he took his hand away from your clit, picking you up and setting you face down on the bed next to his recording desk. 

“Mmmmm, well, princess, you certainly did satisfy me. Now’s my turn to satisfy you before I have to finish working, okay?” He asked, taking the tip of his dick to rub up and down your folds. Before you had a chance to respond, he began to plow into you, snaking his hands to your front, one to fondle your breast under your t-shirt, the other to reconnect with your clit, in hopes to overstimulate you. 

“Oh, shit, fuck, Schlatt…!” You couldn’t manage to think straight, your senses being overburdened from the simultaneous stimulation you were receiving all over your body. Schlatt ducked his head down in the crook of your neck, biting your earlobe before groaning in your ear, causing you to let out a moan you didn’t realize you were holding back.

“There we go, princess, let me hear just how good you’re feeling.” He groaned, nipping at your neck as his thrusts began to get sloppy. 

“Oh, Schlatt, oh, you’re doing so good…” you started to praise, feeling the familiar warmth beginning to brew in the pit of your stomach, “fuck, think I’m gonna come..” 

“Let it out baby, let me feel you come all over my cock…” He groaned, the moment he allowed you to release to felt yourself coming, feeling him pull out his cock to come on your back. Schlatt stood back for a moment, admiring how undone he made you, a mixture of his and your own come dripping down your thigh. He reached over to the nightstand he kept in the room (just in case of quickie moments such as this) to retrieve a cleanup cloth, making sure to be careful around your sensitive, swollen folds. 

Sitting back in his desk chair, he patted his lap, signalling you to come over and join him. You managed to stand, waddling over to him before straddling his lap once more. 

“As much as I loved that, toots, you can’t just interrupt my work like that.” He let out a low chuckle, turning his computer back on. 

“Sorry, just needed you, and could see how badly you needed some release..” you mumbled out, the post-come sleep beginning to hit your eyes.

“Listen, princess. Let me finish this, and then I’ll be back to take good care of you, okay?” He says, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to carry you back to your bedroom. Setting you down, he covered your body with the blanket on the bed before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. You nodded your head in a “yes,” knowing damn well by the time he was done recording, you would most certainly be passed out in bed. Schlatt let out a chuckle before turning off the lights, leaving you to rest from the ride your pussy just received. 

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*Christmas Morning*

"You all good baby?" Damian asked me as he stood in front of me. I was in my spot on the couch, watching as our children were tearing into their gifts that we got them.

Sebastian and Adan were helping Elena and Benito open their bigger gifts that they received from other family members who could not make it to our place later.

"I am fine Damian." I told him, hoping my voice didn't change as I looked up at him.

"I will go start on breakfast. The family will be here in a couple of hours." Damian told me as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

I closed my eyes savouring the moment, because I know once I tell him that I am in labour, he is not going to be happy with me.

◆

We ate a delicious breakfast of mallorcas, which is a special treat we have a few times a year, we got dressed for the day. The last time we had them was the day I told Damian I was pregnant with baby number 5.

I was sitting back in my usual seat, per the order of my husband.

I was watching Elena play with Stitch toy that moves, when I heard our two oldest start to complain.

"Oh Dad, that is disgusting." Adan said.

"Yeah, come on. There are kids here." Sebastian said, adding on to his brother's complaints.

I looked over and saw what my dear husband was wearing and I let out a loud laugh at what he was wearing.

I get why the boys are upset, but it is just a funny sweater.

"Well, I happen to love the sweater." I said, watching as our sons turned to look at me, with even more disgust on their young faces, but all Damian did was laugh and wink at me.

I went to smile back at him, but a contraction decided to hit right then and there, making me scrunch up my face in pain.

"Mommy, are you okay?" Elena asked me as she showed Benito her new toy, making him grab for it.

"I am fine." I told them, as I breathed through my nose trying not to draw attention to myself.

Without missing a beat, Damian strolled over to me, kneeling down in front of me, and placing his hand on my very pregnant belly.

"When were the first contractions?" He softly asked me.

"Around twoish this morning." I finally told him, making him just sigh at me.

"And how far apart are the contractions?" I told him every ten minutes, so we still had time, but I closed my mouth mid sentence when another contraction hit.

Fuck. This baby is now coming.

Damian was already on the phone, calling for an ambulance as.

I heard him swear and then say sorry to the dispatcher on the phone.

"What is going on?" I called out.

"No available ambulances." Damian told me, as my eyes squeezed shut as a new contraction hit.

"Adan, Sebastian, take your brother and sister to the play room." Damian said, as he rolled up his sleeves to that ridiculous sweater.

"Damian, what are you doing?" I asked him as he was running around the house.

"Just stay right there. Sebastian if you can, move your mother's feet up to the lower part of couch."

Sebastian did as he asked, and I knew what was going on.

I was about to give birth at home.

◆

I found my self laying a top a shower curtain that was ripped down from the guest washroom, towels and blankets all around me.

I could hear the loud music from the playroom as I let out another scream.

Damian was between my spread legs, the dispatcher was still on the phone with him, telling him what to do.

"Get this baby out of me." I cried out, feeling tired.

This has been my fastest birth so far, but I am still feeling tired.

"We are almost done love. Just a few more pushes." Damian said, his voice not once wavering.

I pushed again and again, until it finally happened.

Their cries were loud, making me laugh with relief.

"It's a girl." Damian said as he wrapped her in a towel, and gently placing a blanket over me after he laid her on my chest.

I started to cry when she was in my arms, so happy that she was here safe.

Damian washed his hands before grabbing his phone to let the dispatcher know what was going on.

"Okay. We will wait for them. Yes the front door is open, as is the gate. Thank you." He said before hanging up the phone.

"You did it." I said to myself husband, a watery smile on my face.

"You did it my love." Damian told me as he cleaned up as much of the mess as you could.

The paramedics came rushing in a few minutes later, going over our babygirl and I.

"I will grab the kids and meet you at the hospital. I called our parents and they are telling everyone." Damian said as he kissed me as he walked us out to the ambulance.

◆

We were looked over quickly, and the both of us seemed to be in good health. She is already nursing and just finished as my family walked into my room.

I placed the newest addition to our family in the little bassinet next to my bed.

"You four want to meet your little sister?" Damian asked them, with a proud smile on his face.

"A sister? Santa did give me what I wanted." Elena squealed making Damian and I chuckle.

"What is her name?" Adan asked us.

"Natalie Mia Carina Priest." I said to them as they gathered around her.

Damian stood on the opposite side, gently grabbing my hand as we watched our children meet their baby sister.

"Thank you for giving me the best Christmas gift possible." Damian said as I looked up at him.

He cupped my face and gently kissed me.

"And thank you for everything my sweet husband. Merry Christmas." I muttered against his lips, just before we turned to look at our five beautiful children.

Yes, it is most definitely a Merry Christmas.

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: unprotected sex. P in v sex. Oral (f receiving). So much fluff.

WC: 2892

Gifs and photos do not belong to me: title photo is from @lorena26 . The other photo was from Damian's Instagram.

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F/Reader looks back at how her and her husband Damian got together. She was a sorority girl, and he was the hot nerd that couldn't keep a relationship.

I rolled over, slowly placing my hand on his side of the the bed, but I felt just a cold pillow. I opened one eye to see that I was alone, and I instantly knew where he would be.

It also helped that I heard the laughter of second youngest laughing at her father, bringing a tired smile to my face.

I got up and stretched, putting on one of his old star wars tshirts and a pair of his boxers that I have taken for myself, and walked down the hallway towards the sound of kids play room.

I could see him sitting at the sparkly yellow table, with a tiara on his head, a green feather boa over his shoulders, and his glasses on his face as he clicked tea cups with Elena, and then with our youngest, Benito, who was happily clapping his hands in his father's lap, swinging the plastic teacup around, almost hitting my husband in the face.

I smiled as I watched this moment happen between the three of them.

I decided to leave them there and to start on breakfast.

But as I got to the kitchen, I could smell that he already had something in the oven, and my mouth instantly watered as I could smell the Pan de Mallorca baking in the oven.

I decided to leave it alone, already knowing he has a timer on his phone ready to check on it.

I walked towards our family room, enjoying the peace and quiet until the rest of our children woke up.

Knowing our two oldest, they would be in bed until I go and wake them up.

It wasn't very often I get mornings like this, as Damian is away from home most week days.

He built up his own IT Cybersecurity firm, and he has truly worked hard all these years building up his company.

He is proud of it and says that it is one of his greatest accomplishments, but when asked what is greatest accomplishment is, he always says his family.

As I sat in our family room, I looked at all the photos of us throughout the years.

We have photos upon photos on the wall, and they are all wonderful memories, but then my eyes caught the one in the center of it all.

The very first photo Damian and I ever took together.

I couldn't help but think back all those years ago, and how we got together.

It was my last year of university and I was focused on partying along with my sorority sisters.

I was a Legacy, my mother before me was in the same sorority, as was her sisters and my grandmother.

When I first got to University, I didn't want to belong to any sorority, but when I got accepted to the same university as my family members, I knew I would be sought after.

At first I said no, that I didn't want to be apart of it, wanting to be my own person, but then there was problem with the dorms, and I didn't have a place to stay on campus.

So I said yes, and now I am almost done school, having the best time with my sorority sisters.

My GPA is decent, 3.7 so the partying has never gotten in the way of that.

I dated throughout school, but none never seemed to stick. They were basically jocks whose whole life revolved around whatever sport they played and partying.

So for the first time in a long time, I am single, and I promised myself that I was going to be single for my last year and try to focus on school and my friends.

But then Quantum mechanics that last year was kicking my ass.

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"You will be assigned a tutor." My Professor said to me, and all I could was agree.

"Who is it?" I asked her.

"Damian Priest."

I have never talked to the guy, but he seemed nice.

I knew he dated a few of my sorority sisters but he never seemed to last long in a relationship.

From what I been told, he is to nerdy.

His room his filled with action figures, movie posters, old text books, and I have only ever seen his nose buried in a book.

But even I can admit, he is freaking good looking.

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"Now, I want you to answer a few of these practice questions to see what we are working with." Damian said to me as he handed me the practice test, but it was hard to focus with him sitting across from me.

This is the first time I have gotten a good look at him, and I can see why so many people thought he was good looking.

He probably is the most gorgeous guy on campus and he doesn't even seem to care.

I shook my head and started to work on the practice test.

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I was biting my bottom lip as he looked over the test.

"Hmm." Was all he said.

"Did I do okay?" I nervously asked.

He placed the test on the table. "You got just about half right. The ones you got wrong, I will go over how to get the correct answer."

Damian got up from the opposite side of the table, and sat down in the seat next to me, and the smell of his cologne hit my nose, and shit, he smells good.

This is going to be longest day of my life.

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One hour of Damian trying to teach me how to get the correct answer, but I was no better off.

"Let's call it a night. I know it was a lot for the first session." He stretched and his shirt lifted and I got a good look at his abs and the bit of the hair disappearing under into his jeans.

I shifted in my seat and to my utter embarrassment, I could feel how soaked my panties were.

That night, once I got to my room, I pulled out my favourite vibrating dildo and came so hard to the thought of Damian.

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This went on for weeks.

I would have my tutoring session with him, come home and cum on my favourite toy.

Then one night, it all changed.

It was our turn to throw a party, and it was Halloween.

Damian, the ever kind man, understood why I couldn't make it this week to our tutoring session.

"But next week, let's meet twice." I squealed when he said that, and kissed his cheek.

I pretended not to notice how his cheeks seem to heat up, as he covered his cheek.

"Come to the party." I told him, hoping he would come.

"I don't know." He looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Even for 10 minutes. Come and find me and I won't leave your side."

"I will think on it." He still looked unsure.

"Thank you." I said softly to him.

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As the party went on, I kept an eye out for Damian, not knowing if he would be coming or not.

I danced with random guys, but none of them seemed to hold my attention.

The one I just left was just showing me his bicep and I had to hold in my eyeroll.

I turned around after excusing myself from this one-sided conversation, and walked right into a hard chest, their arms wrapped around my waist to keep me from falling backwards.

I looked up, ready to apologise to the person, when I noticed who it was.

"Damian, you came." I exclaimed.

"I figured what was the harm of ten minutes." He joked and smiled back at him.

"I see you and I had a similar idea." I told him, as I looked at the jersey he was wearing.

"Yes, but I guess you dressed like Dottie from A League of Their Own."

Finally someone who knew where this costume was from.

The song changed, and it was a bit slower than what has been playing most the night.

Damian still had his arms wrapped around my waist.

"You wanna dance?" Damian asked.

"Sure."

Let's just say he didn't leave early as we spent the rest of the night together, until he decided to leave.

I wanted to invite him up to my room, but he kissed my cheek and told me he would see me for our next tutoring session.

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I was helping to clean up with the other girls, when my best friend spoke up. "I saw you with Damian last night." I looked over at her, and I noticed she and a few girls were staring at me, hard.

"Yeah, he is a good guy, and he is very good looking."

They muttered in agreement.

"But you know he is a nerd right?" Our sorority president spoke up. I looked over at her, nodding my head yes, knowing he is considered a nerd.

"I dated him for a bit, and things were going smoothly until I went to his room." Another girl said.

"Yes I heard about his nerdy stuff."

"No, you don't understand. He likes going to comic con. He is obsessed with wrestling and even has Star Wars blankets and sheets." Another girl spoke up.

I couldn't help but find that adorable that Damian was bring true to himself, and not letting anyone tell him what he should and shouldn't like.

"We just danced and talked." I wanted this conversation to end.

"Just keep it that way." The sorioty president said, then we went back cleaning up, their words replaying over and over again in my mind.

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I cancelled on our next tutoring session, pretending to be sick, and even didn't go to class.

Damian didn't question me, just asked me to get in contact him when I am feeling better.

I didn't respond, but a few hours later, as I was walking to the kitchen, there was a knock on the front door.

I opened up, putting on the sick act and there was a delivery driver there. He said my name and I said that was me.

"Then this is for you." He handed me the paper bag and I saw that it was from the Soup Emporium.

"I didn't order this." I said to him, clearly confused.

"A man by the name of Damian paid for it."

A lump was forming in the back of my throat as I told the driver thank you.

I ate the soup, savouring how delicious it tasted.

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I found myself at the entrance to his dorm room that night.

I knew he lived alone, and I knew he was there because his favourite show was on, and it was almost over.

He opened the door, and said my name once I was there.

He went to open his mouth to speak even more, but I grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a kiss, smashing my lips against his.

At first his lips didn't move, and I started to panic thinking I read this all wrong, until he pulled me flush against his body, and kissed me back with as much enthusiasm as me.

"I thought you were sick?" He questioned against my lips.

"Just needed a day." Was all I told him as he pulled me into his room, slamming the door behind me.

I was stuck between him and the door, but I didn't care.

Not when he pushed his hips against me and I could feel how hard and large he was.

"I need you Damian." I whined as he started to kiss way down my neck.

"I need you to, baby." He pulled back, looking me in the eyes.

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My hand was covering my mouth as Damian gripped my hips as he fucked me from behind. He was stretching me beyond I have ever been stretched.

I couldn't think about anything but how much I have cum already.

Earlier, Damian had me laying against his Yoda pillows, him between my thighs as he had his strong arm over my stomach, holding me down as he made me cum over and over again with his mouth and fingers.

My one hand was tangled in his hair, grinding my pussy against his face, as my other hand was gripping his Millennium Falcon sheets.

Damian didn't stop until I literally pushed his head away, telling him it was all too much.

He lifted hid face, his mouth and chin soaked with my juices, "I am not done with you." I literally whimpered as he got off the bed and pulled me along with him.

"Feel so good." He grunted from behind, as he slapped my ass, making me cry out his name.

I was so close. My whole body felt like it was on fire as I was close to finishing.

"Come on baby. I can feel you. Cum for me. Come on." He groaned behind me, speeding up his pace making me cry out his name for the final time.

He let out a string of curses as I came around his cock, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I moaned his name like a prayer.

Damian's thrusts became erratic before he pulled out, his hand quickly jerking himself off before he came all over my ass and my back.

I collapsed on his bed, not being able to be on all fours any longer.

He joined me, laying on his side after he cleaned us both up. Damian moved my hair from my face.

"Damian, I like you." I said, not even realising I said anything, which made him chuckle.

"I hope so, because I like you too."

The two of us falling asleep in his bed, but we woke up the next morning, and had our first date, which was a breakfast date.

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My sorority sisters weren't happy about him and I being together, but I didn't care.

They started to come around to us being together when he helped the others with their classes.

Two weeks later him and I told each other we loved one another.

Damian was complete opposite and he completed me. He was nerdy, yes, but he was kind, and sweet, and treated me amazing.

I passed my Quantum mechanics class, and my GPA even went up to 3.8, which is what I graduated with.

Damian proposed to me just after we graduated, and we didn't wait to get married.

Our wedding was a mix of traditional like what I wanted and what he wanted.

Our cake topper was us coming out of the Tardis. The flowers weren't even real flowers, they were flowers made out of comic books.

It was the perfect mixture of him and I.

My thoughts were pulled back to the present when I heard the giggly voice of Elena calling for me.

"Say good morning to mommy, Benito." Damian said as he handed me a plate with a piece of Pan de Mallorca.

"Good morning my loves." I told my two youngest, as Damian leaned down and gave me a kiss goodmorning.

"Good morning Mommy." Elena said, as Benito squealed happily in his father's arms.

"Sebastian and Adan still sleeping?" I asked Damian, who nodded his head.

"I will be waking them up soon. They have to get ready for camp." I agreed with him.

"Let's just let then sleep a bit longer. A few more minutes won't hurt them. They are packed already and the bus won't be here until noon."

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Sebastian and Adan are on their way to camp, the two of them barely acknowledging their father and I as they rushed past us, out the front door.

Elena and Benito are with Damian's parents.

"We are alone for the day." I said to him as I snuggled into his side.

"Mmmm, the last time we were alone like this was a couple of months ago. Remember?" Damian said as he turned his head to look at me.

"How could I forget. It was the two of us, there was a storm and we lost power. The only light we had was candles."

He pulled me into his lap, and I could feel how hard he was beneath me, making the two of us moan.

"Remember what we did to pass the time?" I asked him, as I leaned forward and nipped his neck, making him shudder.

"Yes, oh lord yes baby." Was all he said as he flipped us around, pinning me against the couch cushions.

"Damian, I have to tell you something." I gasped as he knelt down between my thighs, kissing up and down my thighs.

"I am sure it can wait baby. We are finally alone." He growled.

"I'm pregnant." I told him, making him look at me.

"Really?" He asked surprised.

"Yeah." I smiled, knowing he would be thrilled.

"We have been careful." He was trying to figure out when we didn't use protection.

For a man so smart, sometimes he is a bit slow.

"We were just talking about the time."

"Baby number 5."

"Baby number 5." I squealed out as he wrapped his lips around my clit and started to suck.

My hand gripped the Thor blanket that was thrown over the back of the couch, thanking my lucky stars that I fell in love with the nerdy man of my dreams.

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[taojjang]

𐙚 the first snow with riize .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day twenty-three! pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: so much love it's nauseating

synopsis: word has it if you're with your lover during the first snow, you're bound to be in love for the rest of your lives. so is it true?

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✩ shotaro ⸝⸝

you and shotaro often go on silly little adventures around town when he has time off work. whether its hunting for a new cafe or simply strolling and enjoying nature, the two of you are always out and about, exploring town hand-in-hand.

you and taro had just gone to your favorite cafe since you were craving a hot coffee. you walked home linking arms with him with a huge smile on your face since you'd finally conquered your coffee cravings. but as you were mid-debate with shotaro over black versus creamy coffee, you felt a cold peck on the tip of your nose. the two of you looked up at the sky and immediately let out gasps of awe. it was starting to snow.

"taro! do you know what this means?" you asked, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. taro tilted his head and hummed a "no.." you giggled and brought your face closer to his. "if you're with your lover for the first snow, you're bound to be in love forever!" you sang, flashing your most doting gaze. taro laughed and left a quick peck on your lips. "the snow doesn't have to tell me that~"

✩ eunseok ⸝⸝

eunseok is truly a homebody. he leaves the house to go to work and comes straight home, not going out for anything other than occasional grocery store runs. so of course its always fun to go with him on these trips!

it was 8 at night: the sun was down and the streetlights were making up for it's absence. as soon as you got out of the car, you took eunseok's hand and ran as fast as you could to the grocery store entrance, trying your best to avoid the cold. it was way colder than usual, so eunseok began searching for ingredients to cook up a hearty soup that night. but as he looked around the store, he noticed you were no longer beside him. a bit panicked, he started tracing back his footsteps and calling your name until his phone rang.

"eunseok, come outside! it's snowing!" eunseok let out a relieved chuckle as he saw you through the window, twirling around while staring up into the sky. "you'll get dizzy," eunseok warned before hanging up the phone and going outside to join you.

eunseok stared with doting eyes as you watched the snowflakes fall from the sky. you turned to him with a soft smile and said, "it's the first snowfall. you know that means we'll be together forever~" eunseok scoffed and ruffled your hair. "of course we will. you're seriously relying on the weather for that info?"

✩ sungchan ⸝⸝

you were pissed with sungchan that day. the two of you went to hang out with your friend group at the bowling alley, but sungchan had been pestering you way too much. though you're used to him bothering you, today was just absurd.

throughout the entire hangout, sungchan kept poking fun at you for never getting a strike and when you'd sit down, he'd keep tickling you and teasing you for not being good at bowling. so once you got into the car, you were giving him the silent treatment. "what's wrong, princess?" he asked to no avail. you crossed your arms and kept your gaze on the road ahead of you.

that was until white flurries began hitting the windshield. your anger all seemed to dissipate the second you realized it was snowing. you gasped and turned to sungchan, shouting, "it's the first snow! we're together on the first snow!" sungchan couldn't contain his adoration for you, bursting out into laughter. "you better get used to me since we'll be together forever!"

✩ wonbin ⸝⸝

wonbin is always your source of comfort on a tough day. no matter how tired you are at the end of the day, you still gather all the strength you have left to go visit your baby.

after a tiring day of work, you came to wonbin's house to do your favorite thing with him: nap. though you're always 10x more sleepy than him, he still loves to cuddle up with you and fall asleep beside you. but as you hazily opened your eyes, you noticed you'd slept through the entire night, getting almost 13 hours of sleep. but what caught your eye wasn't the time on the clock, it was the snow falling from the window.

"wonbin, wake up! it's snowing!" you cheered, sitting up to get a better view of the snowfall. wonbin groggily rubbed his eyes and stretched, still not comprehending what you just said. you excitedly lied back down to cuddle up against wonbin's chest. "we're together on the first snow!" you softly sang, falling deeper into his hug. wonbin smiled, tracing his fingertips against your back. "i told you i'd stay with you forever."

✩ seunghan ⸝⸝

you were extremely burnt out and stressed from the boom and bustle of the holidays. you've been searching and buying gifts nonstop for the past week, fretting about what to gift to who or where to buy the items. seunghan felt so helpless watching you stress yourself out over something that was meant to bring you joy.

to lift the burden off your shoulders, seunghan helped you wrap all of the gifts you came home with. seunghan tried his best to lift your spirits, asking fun questions like "what's your favorite christmas gift of all time?" and "when did you find out santa isn't real?" but nothing seemed to get that frown off of your face :(

that was until you helped seunghan bring all the gifts to the christmas tree and saw the snow falling from the window. you gasped, almost dropping the gifts to the ground. "seunghan! it's snowing!" you cheered, looking up at him with the happiest glow on your face. seunghan smiled and put the gifts down, taking your face into his hands and leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. "it snowed just for us!"

✩ sohee ⸝⸝

"oh, don't make me laugh." sohee groaned. "winter is so much better than summer." he argued, crossing his arms and giving you an odd grimace. the two of you always bicker over trivial stuff like who has the best music taste or which topping goes best with bubble tea. but today seemed never ending.

the two of you were fighting like siblings, arguing whether summer or winter was better. you argued that summer was better than winter because the snow is so annoying. you hate shoveling snow and you hate having to risk slipping on ice every time you leave the house. you just couldn't understand why sohee liked the snow.

but just as the two of you stopped bickering and began getting ready for bed, you gasped and pointed at the window. "sohee! it's snowing!" sohee looked out the window and scoffed, "thought you didn't like snow?" you shook your head and held onto his arm, shouting, "but it's the first snow! and we're together right now!" sohee couldn't help but melt once he realized what you were hinting at. he ruffled your hair and sighed, "looks like we'll have to clean up every snowfall together."

✩ anton ⸝⸝

so... technically you weren't with anton for the first snow. that day, you were feeling particularly under the weather after having a rough day at work. you've been working overtime to rack up enough money for christmas, but it's taken a huge toll on your body. so instead of going to anton's house like you usually do, you decided to go straight home after work and rest.

but you just missed anton so much :( as much as you needed to rest, you couldn't help but miss your giant teddy bear cuddling you and kissing your stress away. so you facetimed him! you lied on your bed staring at anton through the screen telling him all about your day and how much you missed him. but while you were talking his ear off, you caught a glimpse of something in your window.

your heart dropped when you realized it was finally snowing. your heart tore into a million pieces. "no! it's snowing!" you cried, looking at anton with a heartbroken pout on your lips. "why are you upset about that?" he asked, laughing at your sudden discontent. you felt your eyes water as you cried, "because i'm not with you! it's the first snow and we're not together!" hearing your voice break, anton immediately sat up and began reassuring you everything was alright. "oh love, the snow doesn't mean anything. i'm gonna stay with you for the rest of my life and you know that. why don't i come over and make you feel better, hm?"

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[tired-xyra-urstruly]

Wait, They Don't Love You Like

I Love You

Ft. Rin Itoshi

Synopsis: Rin was made to tutor you much to his demise.

Warnings: I did not proofread this.

Genre: Fluff, Crack

A/N: Christmas gift for my friend 👅 it's low-key ass but it's fine

“Shit.” was the first word that came out of your mouth after processing what was right in front of you. Not only one but TWO grades below 80. But you weren't worried about your grade, you couldn't care less about it. It was your parents that worried you. You looked down at your grade avoiding the principals and your parents' gazes. If only the ground would swallow you whole right now to drown all of their complaints and expectations from you.

Of course it should've been expected as someone who constantly would get into trouble every other day, it's a miracle you haven't been expelled yet. One of the biggest catastrophes you've caused was planting tear gas into a classroom which got you more than a week of suspension.

“Well, Mr. And Mrs. [Last Name], if it would please you, we can assign your child a private tutor from the school.” The principal interrupted your parents' whines and complaints causing them to pause for a moment. You didn't even need to look at them to know that they were more than pleased with the idea. Not wanting to listen to the planning of tutoring you slipped away out of the office unnoticed.

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You sat alone in the classroom watching the door waiting for your supposed tutor to enter. A few minutes passed by until the door finally opened to reveal the next victim of your presence, Rin Itoshi. Well, he wasn't exactly new to your antics.

“Oh my GYATT. Rinnie Rinnn!!” You lit up seeing him and in return his face instantly shifted into one of annoyance once he heard you call him by that stupid nickname. He was so tempted to walk right out of the door and abandon you.

“Don't call me by that cursed name, lukewarm.” he replied coldly sitting across from you.

“Aw but it's so cute and it suits you.”

“Shut up it isn't.”

“Bbbut–” You got cut off.

“No buts. I was called here to tutor you not to play into your games or whatever you're scheming.”

You sighed pouting at him to no avail. He brought out a pen and paper from his own bag and gave you a look expecting you to do the same. Unfortunately, you didn't bring any, so you just looked at him with pleading eyes. He sighed heavily seeing that familiar look in your eyes you would do.

“Bring your own next time.” He gave you a pen and paper.

“On skibidi won't do it again Rin Rin.”

He flinched once he heard his name being butchered into one of your stupid nicknames again.

“I was called here because you're failing math and English.” he started trying to get to the point to get it over with while you were looking everywhere else in the room except at him to avoid actually getting any work done.

“Pish posh my parents are lying they just want me to be tutored to get my grades better.” That was by far the worst excuse he's ever heard in his entire life.

“Shut it Half-baked. I'm here tutoring you when I could be making better use of my time.”

You let out a loud exaggerated sigh out and picked up the pen and looked at him so you could get this over with.

“Yappity yap yap yap yap yap yap” went the academic boy. He didn't actually say that though that's all you heard. You naturally had to look at him since he was the one teaching after all and he'd probably scold you if he saw you distracted.

Your gaze trailed over his features, his jaw, his eyes, anything you could absorb about him.

…

“Do you understand?” Rin snapped you out of your trance dragging you back to reality. Have you been staring too long? Oh shit nothing was written on your paper.

Rin stared at you then your paper obviously Livid knowing you weren't listening and he wasted precious time on a stupid ass like you. You glanced at the clock seeing it's been around thirty minutes of staring and zoning out. In response you could only give a shit eating smirk.

“On gyatt I understand.” You didn't understand a single thing. All Rin could do was pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh in disappointment. “This is why you'll never pass high school.”

The next few minutes you had left that was allotted to this tutoring period passed with you and Rin exchanging banter and him occasionally giving you insults which you would never admit but you felt your heart being stabbed when he said those insults.

Regrettably, the session had to eventually come to an end. Walking home, you sighed, unable to annoy anyone with your presence anymore. Walking home you wondered how Rin was doing… Oh my god why are you thinking of him you bastard. WHY ARE YOU SO CONSCIOUS ABOUT IT?????

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It felt like no time passed at all, you were back in the same classroom waiting for Rin to arrive. You started fidgeting with your pen staring at the door and the clock above it counting the seconds before Rin would walk through.

You jolted up when the doorknob turned over revealing your as always beautiful tutor, Rin. He glanced at you and then the materials played out on your desk a little bit relieved to see you kept your promise of bringing your own materials.

“Heyyy Rinnie Rin!!” The feeling of relief was short lived and then replaced with the feeling of irritation again.

He ignores your stupid greeting and sits down across from you which receives a frown. “Are you really going to ignore my glorious greeting I bothered to say.” You asked him which in return made him flinch once again. He didn't like your cocky replies a bit.

“I won't if you stop using those shitty names, lukewarm.”

“You're no fun at all.”

He then proceeded to start the lecture again by tutoring you, this time you actually took notes. They were low effort but hey you did take notes. Occasionally you would get distracted… but Rin was way too determined to get this over with to allow you to zone out for too long.

Again, the session had to unfortunately end. The process repeated for a while now, the only difference was you were slowly worsening. Why? Well…

“You're too pretty.” Rin was dumbfounded for a moment, you saw it for a split second. He simply asked you why you weren't improving nor making an effort to.

“Even so, it's not an excuse.”

“But it's the truth.” Yeah gng you were just nonchalant like that. “Speaking of which, are you free anytime soon?”

“No.” You once again pouted.

“But you have no games coming up.”

“I use my time to get better.”

“Can you skip one training session for me pleaseeee.”

Rin let out an irritated sigh before responding, “Just one if it will make you stop nagging me.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor. You did NOT expect him to give up this easily, especially when you made him give up one of his training sessions which is something he treated like his fucking lifeline. Honestly, Rin didn't expect this either, he couldn't think straight when he was placed in the same room as you. Maybe your stupidness was contagious.

You felt like your heart would just crawl out of your mouth with it still being open from shock. When you finally regained your composure you still couldn't muster up to say anything.

“Sooooo it's a date then!!” You voiced, filling in the awkward silence.

“Wait what.” What the fuck did he just agree to? Next thing he knew, you weren't across him anymore but latching onto him like a parasite.

“Love you Rinnie Rin.” He wouldn't say it back. You looked up at him and you could see a pale pink rise In his cheeks, it served as a good enough answer to you.

End.

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[palmastrings]

Solomon and Levi play Beat saber

For @ificouldbringyouback

@obeymeholidayexchange

The song used for this is called "Crazzee Boi". Feel free to listen to that

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Solomon, for the first time in a while, had finally gotten a day off this weekend that wasn't saturated in RAD homework or cleaning up the messes of his demonic or angelic neighbors. Usually, on days like this, he'd resign himself to some cooking, maybe some magical research or experiments, challenging Thirteen to a ‘friendly’ game over his life candle, or simply enjoying the weather, perhaps in the human world. Solomon laid back in bed, musing over the potential activities he could schedule for the day. What did it matter? He had all day to think about it, no need to rush. Solomon fumbled with his DDD, reaching out for it in the darkness of his room. 

It was only 7 am.

 Solomon smiled and tucked himself under his covers, safe from the colder air of his room, and gently placed his DDD back on his nightstand humming a song of sleep to himself.

No sooner had he done that, his DDD rang incessantly.

Solomon reached back for his device to be met with Leviathan's name and his hilariously assigned profile picture of his stressed face while losing a game of chess to Solomon – a game that Leviathan had challenged him to. Picking up the phone, he answered.

“Hello?”

“Solomon, hey! I'm kinda impressed you answered, tbh. You never really seemed like the morning-type to me. Uh, anyways, glad you picked up. You aren't busy today, right?”

Solomon thought for a moment. “You've actually caught me on one of my off days, so yeah, I can make some time. What is it you need?”

“Can you head over here in a few hours? I'll tell you why once you get here.”

 And with that, Levi hung up. Solomon wasn't sure why Levi would withhold the reason for requesting his company unless Levi felt like Solomon would disapprove in any other situation. He’d humor him, though. 

Solomon rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched. His body made a plethora of back-breaking sounds that any person would find very squeamish to hear. Ah, the consequences of old age. He started his shower cold, brushed out his white hair with less care than Asmo would approve of, and dressed in more casual clothes than he would normally find himself wearing on a busy day. By the time he cooked and served himself his signature breakfast of his secret ingredient red pancakes and aged, burn-to-a-crisp mini griffin eggs, the time had come for him to head out and meet Levi.

Oddly enough, he found Levi waiting for him at the main entrance of the House of Lamentation. Levi wore uncharacteristically athletic clothing with an anime-themed headband around his forehead, his bangs hiding whatever character was featured on it. Solomon kinda hoped he wasn't going to run some recreational marathon with Levi. His poor old man bones cant take it. He'd been spending a lot of time at his desk rather than in the great outdoors. Maybe the impending dread of what this could be is a sign for him to get back into shape. Ah, well, at least he’d last longer than Levi in a run.

Levi waved Solomon over. As Solomon approached, Levi handed him a device in each hand.

“I can't believe you made it! I was beginning to doubt you would really make the time to meet me, of all people, here on your day off. You truly are a real one, Solomon.”

“Ahaha, you flatter me, Leviathan, I really don't mind at all. But what am I doing here exactly?”

“Well, I'm so glad you asked, Solomon. I invited you here because one of the games I've been playing recently got a new DLC update, and in order to get all of the achievements, I needed another player.”

“Super, but, out of curiosity, why me?” Solomon asked. “I'm sure your brothers would be just as available to play with you.”

“That's why you're different. I called upon you, The Wise King Solomon, for your magical prowess and efficiency!” Levi exclaimed.

“As per usual,” he sighed. “So, what are we playing?”

Levi held up his PC that he had also brought out with him, featuring the title screen ‘Beat Slayer’.

“Isn't it supposed to be Beat Saber?” Solomon inquired.

“What?”

“Never mind.” It seems the Devildom has its own version of human games.

Levi spoke again, “Okay, so the rules are pretty simple. You're gonna hold two sabers in your hands. Music will play in the background while little demonic cubes with teeth fly at you following the rhythm of the music,”

“Wait, wha-”

“You also need to dodge the walls and avoid hitting the bombs. It's pretty self-explanatory. Oh, and you also gain bonus points if you imbue magic into your attacks when the beat drops. Got it? Great!” Levi then proceeded to hand Solomon some enchanted glasses, then ran over to his PC to set things up.

“Aren't there supposed to be VR headsets? What's with these glasses?”

Levi replied while still facing the laptop. “Uh, no? Those glasses are just for setting up the background. It's aesthetic. By the way, I'm putting this on extra hard mode so just be aware you might actually get hurt when doing this.”

“They're real?”

“On any other difficulty they would be illusions, but I need this achievement on the highest difficulty so the game actually summons creatures to fight, walls, etcetera.”

“That sounds like a liability concern.”

“It's Hell, nobody really does that here lol.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Solomon slipped on the glasses as Levi prepared to start, equipped with his own sabers.

It was a magical sight to behold, which says a lot seeing how much Solomon had witnessed. The world glowed an ethereal purple hue, slowly beating to a non-rhythm. Beams of light danced aimlessly, without music to follow. Two yellow sabers illuminated in his hand like bars of gold. Mammon had probably used these before him. 

He knew he was still in the front yard of the House of Lamentation, but here, the world felt otherworldly, an open plane of soft light swimming across his field of vision.

“Ready?” Levi asked.

“Ready as I'll ever be for my first try.” Solomon smiled.

Oh I think you're crazy Can't have my love

The first cube came, and, as Levi foretold, came fast with a row of awaiting teeth. Solomon struck through it and followed a line of light so he could slash the second one and the few that came after it. Levi, beside him, moved in sync, their movements mimicking each other.

Oh I think you're crazy Can't have my heart So crazy boy

This didn't seem so terrible, Solomon noted. Not that the thought would last for long, as off in the distance, a barrage of attacks came hurling towards the both of them.

Mohm eh buhl tah oleui nun Guh ttam that fire Mah-eum jahkoo ttulyuh suh Geh sok olyuh higher Ee tah go boh yuh jool soo in nun b boi swag You think you got it but boy I got it like that

“Bonus points, Solomon, get ready!” Levi called. 

Solomon turned to face Levi. Levi stood there with his arms reeled back. His eyes under his glasses glowed orange, with an aura that Solomon could only recognize when Levi was feeling super intense. Looking back at Levi’s saber, Solomon noticed splashes of water appearing out of the air.

 ‘Right, Levi commands the sea, so it makes sense that most of his spells would be water-related’.

 Although that brought the drawback of Solomon's magic being slightly weaker near the presence of the ocean. He figured he’d be fine. Solomon readied himself, feeling the familiar spark of magic in the palms of his hands. He squeezed the handle of his sabers tightly. Finally, when the cubes came close enough, the two were in sync as they struck down. From his peripheral vision, Solomon could see a wave of water follow Levi’s swing, and it effortlessly carved the cube in twain. Solomon followed suit, a glimmer of silver light echoed in his slash. This was a lot more fun than he expected going into this. A side step to the left, and a wall sped by him. 

While most people would be content to brush Levi off for his deemed “childish” hobbies, there was real value in the games he played, whether that be the stories they tell, or the competitive fire that set ablaze in his bones. Something was always new when you visited Levi, it's a shame that Levi tended not to see these qualities in himself like others have.

Myuh ppun ee ruhn mahl hae yah dweh nun deh Turn it up, listen up (okay)

A bomb raced down the path, and the sorcerer only had a second to react and move out of the way. It just barely grazed his hair before it blew up a few feet behind him. The bombs were terribly sensitive. The flames of the explosion didn't touch him though. When he turned back, a wall of water created a barrier between the detonation and Solomon. While Solomon wasn't necessarily worried about the explosion to begin with – he always walks around with a protective spell on him for any and all occasions – he was grateful for Levi's quick reaction time. He turned to him, and they both gave each other a mutual nod of thanks. The music continued playing. Slash 1, 2, 3 cubes, sidestep the wall, avoid the 1, 2, 3 bombs. The lightshow around them beat brighter and faster with the music, and the aimless rays of light from earlier finally moved with purpose.

 Muhn chah boneh ji mah I'm sick and tired of you blowing up My jeonhwa cchok pal ee ji doh an hae Ee tah go boh yuh jool soo in nun play boi swag You think you got it no boy I got it like that

Solomon could feel the sweat gather around his neck. If Levi had told him he’d be so active, he wouldn't have worn a turtleneck. Levi, meanwhile, seemed great. As unathletic as he is, the desire to earn this achievement outclassed his need to stay confined to the comfort and safety of his room. He was actually quite elated to be able to do something like this with someone who seemed to match his own vigor at wanting to win this game. Levi called the dormant magic within him, it bubbled out and came crashing down in walls of water, decimating anything that came to him with a single, clean stroke. Likewise, Solomon put the strength of 1,000 years of sorcery into his own strikes.

As the song neared its end, they kept up the pressure; it became harder to keep up the pace. A cube almost bit a chunk out of Levi’s shoulder if Solomon had not stabbed it, and at this point, the explosions became a constant every few seconds as the music sped up faster. Until finally…

Oh I think you're crazy Can't have my love Oh I think you're crazy Can't have my heart So crazy boy Oh I think you're crazy Can't have my love Oh I think you're crazy Can't have my heart So crazy boy

Together, calling upon the final burst of magic they had, they struck the final cube right down the middle as it burst into sparks as it passed behind them. They both heaved for breath. Solomon wiped the sweat that had accumulated on his face, while Levi almost collapsed on the ground. Levi slipped off his glasses and made his way to his PC. He cheered gleefully at whatever was on his screen. Solomon could only assume it was his newest achievement. He found himself smiling with Levi too. For being a totally unplanned event, this day off ended up being an irreplaceable memory. The little things like this are what made Solomon's life truly worth living to its fullest. He wouldn't have it any other way.

[spookyrea]

Seems untrue (but I know I do)

Drabble: Woken from a deep sleep by an emergency alert, you and Loki help each other get suited up to save the world.

Loki x gn!Reader

Title from Djo's "Mutual Future (Repeat)"

You awoke to the sound of buildings crumbling. Car horns blared below, creeping up the thirty-seven stories between you and the city street, and FRIDAY’s automated voice declared that you were experiencing a Level Three Domestic Threat.

“All available Avengers personnel please head to your pre-determined muster stations and await further instructions.” After a few more grating sounds from the emergency alarm, FRIDAY restarted her spiel. “Emergency alert, all staff: a Level Three Domestic Threat has touched down in Manhattan. All available Avengers…”

Still sticky with the last cobwebs of sleep, you scrubbed at your eyes without opening them. "Go away."

Loki laughed and kissed your forehead. “Come along, darling. We have a world to save.”

“Level Threes are only regional. At best we have a state to save.”

There was something decidedly more relaxed about him these days. It was as if the knowledge that someone loved him unconditionally had relinquished him from his great insecurity. The feral stray that Thor had dragged in with him a year ago might have snapped or sneered when you looked at him, but now Loki smiled, and sighed, and hauled you out of bed to your feet with only a slight mockery. His mouth curled with a quiet contentment, and he kissed your forehead again.

“How are you already dressed?" You grumbled.

"I'm alert. I don't sleep through Level Three emergency alerts."

Your bedroom was oppressively bright, flooded by the midday sun; a quick glance at your phone told you it was past noon. Sandwiched between the usual deluge of texts and emergency alerts, Natasha had sent you a single message:

 : (

Loki's fingers were cold where they snuck under your top, peeling it over your head before shoving your tac-shirt into your hands. While you worked on pulling your head through the compression fabric, Loki worked the knot in your pyjama shorts loose. You had to lean your weight on his shoulder in order to disentangle your legs, still a little bleary-eyed, before you managed to wriggle your lower half into a pair of cargo pants.

You hummed. “Turn around?”

Loki obliged, already tilting his head to give you better access to his hair. You pulled it out of his face and secured the longest curls – which, following an incident with a fire-breathing cat in Prague, had just recently regrown long enough to tie back – into a low ponytail.

FRIDAY turned the television on for you to a local news broadcast. Cell phone footage showed what appeared to be a giant metal snake winding its way down the streets of New York. You shoved your feet into your boots, which Loki tied magically with a wave of his hand. 

You gaped at him while he opened the door for you. “You could have done that this entire time?”

He shrugged. “I like helping you get dressed. Manually.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, bumping him with your shoulder on the way out. Loki corralled you inside the elevator, then hit the button for your muster stations - you at muster point B on floor twenty, and him at point D in sub-level three. You leaned against the wall and watched him pull his helmet on; this one was quite simple - more a visor than a helmet - and only covered the top half of his face. Two gold plates jutted out beside either cheekbone like blinders, and a third plate cut down the centre of his face, allowing you only a glimpse of his pretty face through the eye slits. Two small, rounded horns curved backwards in a near circle, ending in sharp, mean points.

You flipped one of his leather harness straps so it laid flat against his breastbone. There were six sheaths on the harness, each occupied by a dedicated knife -- except for one. “You’re missing Jawbreaker.”

He made a noncommittal sound and tapped the holster at your hip. “No I’m not.”

“Loki. You need weapons just as much as I do.”

“Yes, but they look so much better on you.” He tightened the wrist strap on his glove. "Regardless, she likes you more."

(She did like you more, but you were starting to suspect that all of Loki’s knives preferred you. You wondered if they were actually sentient, or if his feelings for you were infatuating his poor weapons with you.)

The doors opened to floor twenty; Steve was already waiting beside Natasha and Clint, who looked just as exhausted as you felt. Loki gave your hip a squeeze, then dropped his hand. You kept Jawbreaker.

The doors had almost closed before Loki halted FRIDAY with a shout. You patted your pockets; knives, gloves, comms device... "What did I forget?"

Loki tipped his helmet back. Framed by a tangle of curls and handsomely in love, he crossed the hallway, looped one arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss.

(Well, more like he pulled you in to press a grin to your face. He could hardly drop the smile to achieve more than a chaste brush of his mouth over yours.)

When he drew back, he was beaming. “Save the world for me, alright?”

You shoved at his shoulder. “Go.”

You would spend the rest of the day picking through debris, brushing soot and pulverized sheetrock off of your teammates. For all of your complaining about an abrupt wake-up call, the quiet truth was that it never got easier; no matter how many times you stormed a battlefield, you never felt anywhere near confident. You just had to pretend, and hope beyond hope that you would make it in time.

Loki's eyes betrayed a similar anxiety. But then, he had been a warrior once, and a would-be tyrant after, so he steeled himself with a smile that spoke of a thousand battles won and a thousand more to go and pecked the corner of your mouth for luck. Jawbreaker hummed appreciatively at your side.

The elevator doors shut on him, stood at mock attention for Steve's sake, and then he was gone.

Natasha sidled up beside you. “Ew.”

Steve shook his head. “It’s like you’ve domesticated him.”

“Sometimes," Clint supplied, "I wish I could turn off my eyes instead of my ears."

Your chest thrilled, watching the spot where Loki had disappeared, half caught in a daydream where the doors would re-open so he could kiss you one more time. "Let's get this over with," you said breathlessly. "I have a boyfriend to ravish when this is over."

[therollingriceball]

Of Cartoons and Cuddles [ Aventurine x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I recently got hold of the Anan Japanese magazine with interview of Aventurine and it have an interesting tidbits I don't know if available in English or not-- one including that he mentioned that he used to enjoy Clockie cartoons as a kid. So I tried to write something based on that.

---

You knew Aventurine had been tired and overworking himself for a while now, even if he didn't express it clearly. While he had been suggesting a date out for you two for a breather, you're afraid of his perfectionist side that would've just made him busy in other side of the idea of a 'perfect date'.

So you very much insisted on a house date. With cartoon marathons. Clockie cartoons for exact.

Nothing could go wrong with Clockie cartoons-- they're a classic for a reason. You initially thought of watching mindless romcom movies with him, but right now nothing really strikes your fancy. And suddenly, you remembered that time Aventurine casually mentioned that he used to watch Clockie cartoons as a child.

While he might meant nothing much by it--- given you two's age range, Clockie cartoons are the thing most people around the same age have in common about their childhood-- you also knew of how he kept dear of all the happier things on his childhood, like his love for his family.

And so, under numerous blankets-- season being winter, after all, with popcorns and hot chocolate ready, on his cozy sofa in front of his television that seemed too grand for the choice of old cartoons, you two begin your watch-along marathon.

One thing though, you forgot telling him of your choice of movie as opening reels plays along.

"I thought we're going to watch Christmas romcoms." "Huh. Didn't I tell you? We're going to watch Clockie cartoons... or do you prefer romcoms instead? Sorry." "No, it's fine. It's just... a pleasant surprise."

Aventurine chuckled. It may be just be the body's cold weather measure, but his face is reddened. He didn't have the timing to say so, but he's really happy you remembered something he mentioned rather offhandedly.

In between little giggles and laughter the cartoons bring along your watch, he held you close to a cuddle. Too close, even, you could feel his breath on your neck. It caused your cheeks to be the redder one now.

"Heeey. I can't focus. This was my favorite episode as a kid!" "What a coincidence. It was mine too!" "Then let's focus on the show, shouldn't we?" "Nah. I already memorized this episode for a while. I have a good memory when it's about the happier sides of my childhood, you know." "Huh. Fine then."

To those words of yours, Aventurine just giggled-- his giggle made you felt vibration on your neck. He's too close, and his held on you felt quite tight.

"Hey." "Hmm? What is it, Aventurine?" "Nothing. Just... I'm happy you're here to spend time with me. It feels like a reward for working hard recently, if you don't mind me thinking so."

It might not be in the spirit of the comedic, child-friendly cartoon, but now you wanted a kiss after seeing his genuine smile and hearing his whisper-y voice saying those words. But you're a little too shy to say that. So instead--

"Of course I don't mind. Just treat it as a reward if you want to--" "Then, I'll take it."

---of course he could just read through your expression. You two have dated for a while, after all.

And in between you two's shared childhood favorite, you two kissed gently, sharing another memories just for the two of you...

[sidemari]

• No other choice •

A Dead by Daylight NSFW One-Shot.

Character included: Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Fem!Reader

TW: Coercion, fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, dirtytalk, swearing, stalking behavior, unhealthy relationship, reader's distorted feelings, death mentions, violence.

Mari's notes: This is a dark content post. Do not read it if you're uncomfortable with those kinds of works. Only 18+ people can interact.

You were so close.

The five generators already built, the exit gate almost completely open.

That was when the game really started.

He decided he was tired of being merciful to his stupid prey.

In a few minutes, the other three survivors had their lives taken, right in front of you, in an obscene and twisted way enough to make you nauseous.

You ran as fast as you could, searching for the hatch somewhere on the map, trying desperately to save your life.

After what seemed like decades, you finally found the hatch, along with a Ghostface already surrounding it.

He had closed the hatch before you could reach it.

The exit gates were not an option, he would easily catch up with you.

All that was left for you was to try to find some key left in a chest by the Entity.

You ran away again, trying to come up with a plan in your mind.

"I'm fucked." You whispered to yourself as you ran. Your legs were exhausted from the excessive effort, your speed decreasing steadily as the trial went on.

Reaching the main building on the map, you looked back for the first time since your sprint. He was on your heels.

"Damn you." you said harshly, preparing to run through a series of windows, thinking that this would give you some advantage in your escape.

"It's useless." He laughed. "You're just postponing your destiny." He followed you through the interior of the building, hunting you like prey, his determination to catch you stronger than ever. "Hey, bunny... You played well, but not well enough to escape."

"Son of a bitch." You cursed, losing speed as you jumped window by window.

"Ouch, that hurt." He pretended to be hurt by your words. "Oh, bunny... When I catch up with you..." He sighed, imagining everything he could do to you.

It was the last window.

And you were exhausted.

"Shit!" Your vision blurred and dizziness took over you. Stepping wrong, you twisted your foot in an extremely painful way, causing a scream of discomfort.

The shock paralyzed you for a few seconds and those seconds were enough for him to reach you.

Your eyes widened and you limped towards the window, but it was in vain. The pain was excruciating and you wouldn't be able to jump to the floor below as easily as you wanted.

"Gotcha!"

Ah, the fear.

The most primal instinct for survival.

The despair and hopelessness.

He could feel these feelings exuding from your exhausted body.

His hands gripped your waist tightly, stopping your ridiculous idea of ​​jumping through the last window towards the floor below as your last available resort.

"I told you it was useless." He grunted, pulling your body closer. "Look at you... You only hurt yourself." His head tilted to the side in false concern. "You're the last survivor of the trial, you should cooperate with me if you want to get out of here alive."

"Please..." You whimpered. "Let me go! You've already killed all three of them..."

"And you think you're more deserving of staying alive than they were, love?" You cringed at the pet name.

"No... It's just..." Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. "We were so close..."

You wiped your tears away furiously, cursing yourself internally for showing weakness in front of a killer.

"Oh, bunny, I don't want to see you cry." He squeezed your waist with his hands as a vile way of reassuring you. "Not because you were unlucky, at least."

You accepted that there was no way out. Would he use his Memento Mori on you? Or would he let you bleed on the hook until the Entity took your soul?

Your gaze was lost.

Completely empty, lifeless.

The adrenaline already absent made you wish it would end as soon as possible.

"Kill me already." You whispered. "Please." Your tone of voice made his heart flutter in pleasure.

"No, bunny, you misunderstood. If you cooperate with me, I'll let you go. All you have to do is tell me whether or not you accept this proposal."

"What do you want from me?"

"I don't want something from you, I want you. All of you." He whispered against your ear, pulling your body impossibly close to his so you could feel his erection poking at your back.

Your eyebrows furrowed in disgust.

"No... I... I've never done that." You mumbled, shaking your head no.

"You'd rather bleed to death, I see." The sharp blade of his knife scraped against the skin of your neck, causing a small cut yet deep enough to bleed. "What a shame. You were a fun survivor to chase." He was about to plunge the blade into your neck when you whimpered an extremely pathetic "Wait."

"Hmm?" He chuckled. "What's wrong, bunny? Changed your mind?"

You examined his mask before whispering that you were willing to cooperate with him.

"Good choice, bunny. You're smarter than you look." He pulled you into one of the rooms in the building, causing you to hiss in discomfort due to your foot.

It was a bedroom.

Ruined, but it was a bedroom.

A working generator caused a constant noise in the ambience.

You looked at it sadly.

All that effort... And for what?

"Take off your clothes." He ordered, swinging the knife in his hand.

You stood still, not having the courage to start undressing.

"Did you fucking hear me?" He growled, venom dripping from his words.

Your trembling hands went towards the buttons of your shirt, unbuttoning them one by one with difficulty. You weren't wearing a bra underneath, so with the last button undone, the shirt slid to the floor, exposing your breasts to him.

Underneath the mask, his pupils dilated with lust. He was so ready to fuck you right there, but he waited patiently for you to undo your pants and boots.

"Your panties come off too." He murmured with pleasure when you hesitated, stepping closer.

You removed the last piece of clothing, a sinister shiver running down your spine.

"What are you going to do to me?" You asked him, anxiety written all over your voice.

His hands pulled your body against his, making your breasts press against his torso and you whimpered at the sensation.

"Oh, my little bunny..." He breathed against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you so hard... I'm going to fuck you until you lose all your remaining strength." You shivered in anticipation.

"Lay down." He gestured to the king-sized bed behind you and you obeyed him without resistance.

He removed the glove from his dominant hand, using his thumb to tease your clit before his middle and ring fingers collected the essence dripping from your sex.

"Fuck, you're so wet." He sneered. "You were fighting for your life just now and you're this wet? What a slut"

"Ghostface..." You whispered.

"Danny. Call me Danny"

"Danny..."

He removed his characteristic mask, revealing an extremely handsome face underneath it. You became absorbed in him, your gaze getting lost in his dark brown eyes. How could such a handsome man be so vile?

His fingers penetrated you, stretching you and preparing you to receive him soon. You could barely stand him masturbating you with both fingers, the burning sensation was present and very real.

"It hurts..." You whimpered, trying to close your legs only to have them forcefully opened.

"You're so tight, bunny... Fuck, I wonder how you'll be able to handle me fucking you good" His movements became faster and your thoughts more confused.

"Danny..." You whispered, catching the man's attention.

"Yes, my love?" Again, that pet name.

"Fuck me already"

How those two little words had unleashed something dark inside him.

You, a naively pure survivor, asking a guy like him to fuck you?

"Hmm, I don't think I heard you right." He pulled his fingers from your sex, licking them to taste you. "Fuck, you taste so good." He practically whimpered, before pulling you into a kiss, allowing you to taste a trace of your own essence on his tongue. He then sucked your tongue with his lips before moving his kiss down to your neck.

"Even after a trial, you still smell so good..." His tongue abused the sensitive spot below your ear, marking the skin with a painful hickey. "Repeat what you said moments ago, bunny." He kissed your breasts before sucking them urgently.

"I asked you to fuck me." You whispered, your hands caressing his dark hair as he busied himself with your breasts. "I want to feel you inside me, marking me as yours, making others know that I belong to you."

"Fuck, bunny... I didn't know you were that dirty." He laughed. "Asking to be fucked by a serial killer? That's sexy as hell. But if this is just manipulation, ah... I'll make you bitterly regret deceiving me." He threatened, his hand now squeezing your neck strong enough to make you loose your breath for some seconds.

It wasn't manipulation.

You just had no other choice.

Either you got into his twisted ideas and tried to take advantage of that bizarre and disgusting situation so you could save your life or you would just wait for it all to end miserably.

His teeth bit your nipple gently, making your body shudder beneath him and moans of pleasure leave your mouth.

"Ready?" He asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. You hummed, watching him remove his tunic, his cock freeing itself from the prison of fabrics. You nodded, allowing him to crawl between your legs, his cock lining up with the entrance of your vagina.

He penetrated you in one go, reaching as deep inside you as he could.

You whimpered, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively and your nails digging into the skin of his back, scratching him so deliciously that he almost came on the spot.

A few tears of discomfort wet your cheeks, but he wiped them away carefully, reassuring you.

"Hey, it's okay... You did it." Your eyebrows furrowed in pain and your breathing was labored.

"Danny..." You were feeling so sensory overloaded that it hurt. "It hurts so much..."

"Shh... I know, my bunny, I know." He kissed your lips gently. "Still, I'm going to start moving." And with that, the thrusts began. During the very first moments they were slow, but then they became violent.

You wished he would be more gentle since it was your first time, but you could barely say anything other than his name, much less formulate a sentence about how all of this was too much for you to handle.

"Fuck, squeeze me with your pussy, go on." He grunted between the thrusts, your cunt involuntarily contracting around him hard enough to make him see heaven. "That's it, just like that... You're so good for me, bunny." He groaned, his thumb stimulating your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you melt beneath him.

"Danny!" You moaned as he stimulated that exact sensitive spot inside you in the most delicious way yet. "Fuck, that feels so good..."

"Oh really? My bunny likes to be fucked by her owner?" His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks. "Tell me, bunny, you've always wanted someone to fuck you as good as I do, haven't you?" He teased you, a cruelly malicious smile plastered on his face.

"Yes, it's t-true." You whimpered, your orgasm so close it hurt. "Faster." You begged, your nails leaving marks on his broad back. He obeyed your request, the pace of his thrusts getting viciously faster, fast enough to bring you both absurdly close to your climax.

"You're so fucking hot" He sighed, his hips moving erratically. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Me too..." Yaou cried back.

"Cum with me, bunny. Cum good around my cock like the good little slut you are." Your vision blurred as the first wave of pleasure hit you. After that, many more came, your walls contracting around his cock in a wonderful way.

You felt something warm invade your insides without warning, earning a sigh from your lips. Your hands held his face gently, your eyes meeting his.

He smiled at you before pulling you into a tender kiss, unlike the previous ones that were full of need and lust. He ended the kiss with a few pecks, his hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You were so good, my bunny." He pulled out of you, making you mewl at his absence. He closed your legs gently, not wanting a single drop of his cum to go to waste. "I should have proposed this silly game sooner, shouldn't I? I've had my eye on you for quite some time now."

"Danny..." You murmured, your hand caressing his cheek, soon combing his brown hair with your fingers in devotion.

Why were you feeling so complete?

This guy is a serial killer and yet you had never felt so safe and so... Desired?

"Here, a morning-after pill." He offered you the medicine that was inside the pocket of his tunic. "You're in your fertile period, as far as I remember. We can't risk having a child now, can we?"

"H-How do you know?"

"I know a lot about you, bunny. Unimaginable things."

You shivered.

Why did his obsession in you feel terrifying yet so oddly interesting?

"Get dressed, I'll guide you to the hatch. There was a key in a chest that a survivor left open on the map." He rummaged through the same pocket he had gotten the medicine. "Think fast!" He said before throwing the key in your direction, which you caught easily, looking at it as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

"Really?" You asked uncertainly. "I thought you were going to get rid of me right after we had sex."

"I made a deal with you, remember? I said that if you cooperated, you would get out of here alive. And besides, I'm not going to get rid of you so soon, not after I marked you as mine."

You got dressed at the same time as his words repeating in your mind. The mask was back on, but he didn't look as scary as before.

"Come on, the hatch is to the south. Lean on me so you don't put too much strain on your twisted foot."

How thoughtful.

Once there, you used the key to open your way out of that trial.

"Thanks, Danny." You whispered.

"Always, bunny." He squeezed your hand one last time. "See you next time."

[yanoverload]

Feliz véspera de natal! Tem alguma ideia de como os yanderes iriam passar essa data??

- anon que gosta de uva passa

Christmas Time!

Translation of the ask: Since we are in the Christmas eve spirit, what do the yans do for Christmas? In English for you all to enjoy! 

Anon, posso te chamar the 🍇 anon? Por causa da uva passa? KSKSAKSAK

I will use Christmas as a base, but you can exchange it for other holidays accordingly! MORE UNDER CUT!!!

Kouta - I don't think Christmas or any of those are big for him because he is a yokai stuck to time, but I imagine he would like to spend time cozying with you since it would be cold. You are brushing his tail while he tickles you gently with his nails brushing over your skin. Def slowly blinked at you, heart in his eyes.

Probably hunts for you both in advance and he is an impeccable cook (a God's servant, he had to keep himself in line.) so you might get some winter weight! If you do not eat meat, he would struggle, but he would learn to pickle things so you could enjoy it in the colder months.

Beau - Watched the farm owners make big dinners for the holidays but never got any of it. His sister tried to make it a good day for him though, giving him some food she got from farm hands that felt bad.

In present times though, I presume he doesn't get much momentum to celebrate, since he works in Grandma's bakery, and it's a terribly busy time of the year. I like to imagine that he takes the time to bake something with Grandma together, closes shop and takes her to rest. She sleeps super early I'm sure. Then he would go out with you, bring you some hot cocoa (if you want with his milk or not, you choose) and go see the visuals. He loves Christmas lights.

Dae-Ho - I tried looking for how Koreans celebrate Christmas and if I get it wrong I'm sorry!

His parents usually aren't home at Christmas. He is an only child so he usually spent it alone, or with a nanny. The few times he actually had some fun on Christmas is when one or both of his parents were available, then they would invite work friends for a get together, have some finger foods by the chef instead of a big dinner and later at night he plays cello for the guests. He knows how to play piano and cello!

Got many gifts as a kid, but nowadays his parents don't bother giving him red envelopes with money or anything because he has a black card so.... I'm sure his dad got him permission for one of your trials for a gift once and it was the best Christmas for him. If you're together you do that but he plays instruments for you only, and swarms you with gifts.

Ramune - Never celebrated it, but once you explained it he got ecstatic. He loves parties and shiny things, and likes to get you gifts. (At the expense of his victims) And guess what, people get a lot of shit this time of year! 

Def wants to have lots of sex before, while and after you open his gifts. Doesn't eat so he just vibes with you watching Christmas movies. Is the type that would wear ugly sweaters. Also if you get him something prepare to be sucked dry.

This is a New Years thing but I wanted to add! In Spanish tradition you have to eat twelve grapes at each chime of the clock for good luck. He would 100% do that. (My abuela did it and I miss it)

Mono - Also didn't have Christmas in hell, but knows about good feasts! His family loves to eat, so he would love to have a nice dinner, that is after you explain to him humans don't eat wood. He would try to make you a pie or something but almost burn the kitchen. Crying sorrys as you clean it up. 

Good for the winter months tho, cuz he is very cozy! So you could just cuddle at home, or even go out! You won't ever feel cold around him. Prolly hates fireworks, but will watch a show if you like them.

Éliphas - in his lore, unicorns are a pagan God's favorite living beings, so I imagine he does celebrate the holidays, but in pagan ways! Also a good cook, considering you are never eating meat. (His food isn't vegan because I imagine there are animals like chicken and all in the domain) Doesn't snow there, so you both stay stargazing while he thanks the Gods for their blessings and dances with you. Will begrudgingly make a magic show for your entertainment.

His gifts tend to be homemade, and meaningful. You like to paint? He makes a whole set of brushes and paints for you. Clothes? He can sow, so he will make your clothes prettier than one of royalty. Likes animals? So does he! Gets you a place to care for your lil' critters.

It's also the time to prepare for the new year, so he makes spells to leave things behind to welcome anew. Whether that be feelings or physical

Also def has sex with you as an offering for the Gods (he's doing a spell of letting go! Letting go of his virginity LOL)

[tagsecretsanta]

From @thedryswan

From @thedryswan to @call-me-casual

Sort an alternate ending for S1 E23 “Chain of command”, what if Janus and the GDF managed to breach into Thunderbird 2?

Anything based on the song “Little Wolf” from the EPIC musical. Bonus points if it’s set very soon after Jeff’s “death”

Everyone thinks Scott’s spending all that time combing his hair. He’s totally not putting on mascara.

TAG SECRET SANTA 2024 – PROMPT 1

Undeterred by the jolt of static which sent him tumbling backwards, Janus staggered to his feet and returned up the walkway to where the laser cannon had sliced a circular groove in the side plate of Thunderbird Two, a muscle in his jaw twitching with determination.

He ordered the GDF soldiers to bring back the battering ram and once again they braced themselves and prepared to send it crashing against the damaged side plate. A second or two before the ram was due to connect with the hull, the panel slid back sending the soldiers tumbling forward with the momentum and landing in a pile of tangled limbs half in and half out of the cockpit. Selecting two of the soldiers, Janus sent the more injured ones limping back to barracks dragging the ram between them, and entered the cockpit, expecting to find it occupied by four angry Tracy brothers. However, the ceiling hatch was just sliding closed with a low hiss of hydraulics and not only were there no Tracys, there were also no seats.

According to the holodisplay, all four of the International Rescue team had evacuated in armoured ejector seats and were now somewhere up in the air (exact locations unknown or undisclosed).

Never mind, he thought, he could worry about that later. His first task, now that he had successfully taken possession of the Thunderbird, was to remove it to a secure location where the interfering Tracys and their associates would not be able to retrieve it and, while having no seats for the duration of the journey would be a bit annoying, it was nevertheless not the end of the world.

Folding his arms, he walked slowly around the cockpit, marvelling at the banks of switches, relays and controls which seemed to cover every available surface. Very few had labels of any kind which made him shake his head at the thought that one person could possibly know what every button did. Returning to the central console, he reached out and pressed one of the few buttons which was labelled and which, ordinarily, should have fired up the VTOL engines. Instead, suddenly, all the panels, controls and indicator lights switched off and with a deafening clang, a solid cahelium heat shield deployed, entirely covering the forward windscreens and plunging the cockpit into darkness in less than two seconds. The door they had entered through had also resealed itself without them noticing and there appeared to be no handle on the inside or control panel which they could override to open it.

“Please tell me at least one of you remembered your flashlight?” Janus asked impatiently.

“Uh, I have my cell phone, I think. But it’s kinda low on battery.” mumbled one of the soldiers, who Janus had mentally tagged as Idiot #1 but whose name was Robinson.

“Fine then,” he snapped, “Turn it on so we can see what we’re doing.”

Before Robinson could drag the phone from his pocket, the pitch dark was lit by a ring of twelve white LEDs. A moment later, they heard a voice although it was difficult to tell if it was a woman or a girl speaking.

“Hello?” it said, “Oh! You’re not... quite who I expected.”

Janus rubbed his hands together, pleased that at least some of the Thunderbird’s functionalities were online. “So, you’re the onboard computer are you? Activate the control console.”

“Yes and no.” replied the voice. “And you really could be a little more polite.”

“I beg your pardon?” snapped Janus, ignoring the muffled laughs of Robinson and Lewis behind him.

“You didn’t say ‘Hello’, you didn’t ask my name and I certainly didn’t hear pleases or thank yous.”

Snarling, he responded. “Hello.” he began in an oily voice. “And who might you be?”

“I am EOS.”

“How very nice to meet you. Now, would you kindly indulge me and turn on the console here so I can get us airborne? If you please?”

“That’s much better, although I do think you’re overdoing it a bit. But I wasn’t lying. I’m not the Thunderbird Two onboard computer. I just advise every now and then on navigation and guidance systems. I don’t have access to engine components or ignition controls.”

“Well, isn’t that just my luck?” seethed Janus through gritted teeth, beginning to tap the unresponsive console with increasing force in an attempt to get anything working.

“Kindly refrain from damaging the hardware.” asked EOS, “This is a highly expensive piece of machinery and if you break it, your insurance will have to cover the cost of repairs.”

A sudden distant roar, and a partial hologram flashed up indicating that power had been restored to the engines and all was ready for takeoff. Janus had no idea which was the magic button he had hit to get things online but right now he didn’t care.

He grabbed Robinson’s wrist, holding it so that the light from his phone shone on the various instruments. As an experienced pilot, Janus had flown fighter jets, helicopters and private planes in his career; thankfully it seemed the basic architecture of Thunderbird Two was not too dissimilar to the commercial plane and flight simulators he had worked on as a younger man. This flight, though, was likely to be a bit of a challenge given that he had to rule out both instrument flight rules, since none of them responded, as well as visual flight rules because of the heat shield.

At the exact moment he located the throttle lever, the phone battery died plunging them all into near darkness again except for the white LED ring. Patting his foot along the floor, Janus found rudder pedals and flapping a hand around he found the steering wheel, realising he would have to fly on gut feeling and experience alone. Resting his hand on the throttle, he was pleasantly surprised to see the altimeter blink into life so he would at least have an idea of how high they were flying. It would have been nice to have some response from the pitot tubes to judge his airspeed or some kind of attitude indicator or directional gyro but they would have to, well, wing it.

Closing his eyes to try and remember the layout of the warehouses and buildings surrounding them, Janus ran a quick mental calculation of how high they would need for vertical takeoff in order to clear the obstructions around them for horizontal flight.

EOS had the kindness to warn him about the extreme sensitivity of the controls and he pulled back on the throttle as gently as he could with his left hand, keeping the steering wheel level with his right. It wasn’t gently enough, apparently, as the Thunderbird began to vibrate violently, the VTOL over-revving, and the three men felt their stomachs drop into their boots as the craft shot up vertically like a rocket. Janus’s eyes widened looking at the altimeter, the numbers spinning faster than he could read. No craft, he thought, should be able to go so fast from a standstill. What began to concern him was that the Thunderbird felt unbalanced, perhaps because of the sheer velocity or maybe some thermal pockets in the upper atmosphere, but in spite of his efforts to keep her level they could feel it banking and rolling.

He released the throttle and attempted to find any kind of button or switch to steady their flight path. With a lurch, rather like plunging down a rollercoaster, they felt the Thunderbird drop, their sudden loss of altitude confirmed by the dial on the console. Janus could distantly hear and feel that the engines were still firing, which was reassuring.

Until the reassuring noise was replaced by a “phut-phut-phut” sound and the Thunderbird again seemed to lose height.

“EOS?” bellowed Janus, “What’s going on?”

“Uuuummm… I’m not entirely sure. Loss of power for some reason. That shouldn’t usually happen. Unless… Oh, did you switch on the engine recoil actualiser before the reverse thrust compensator? It could be that some of the ion fission output has clogged the airflow input processors.”

His fleeting thought was that none of those terms sounded at all genuine, surely this EOS person was pulling his leg. The steering wheel was wrenched out of Janus’s grasp as Thunderbird Two suddenly went into an uncontrolled and unexpected barrel roll, sending the three men tumbling around the cockpit like pebbles in a washing machine spin cycle. It was around this point that he realised a critical difference between him and the soldiers. While they had tough armoured helmets, kevlar reinforced suits and steel toed boots, he was a uniformed officer with only a cloth suit and cap. He could already feel bruises forming and, assuming they all got out alive, he would be hurting for a week at least.

The rolling stopped as quickly as it began, as a deafening siren sounded, along with a robotic voice saying “Warning. Obstruction. Warning. Obstruction.”

Janus scrambled towards what he hoped was the front of the cockpit, finding the the rudder control pedal and hauling himself to to his feet to grip the steering wheel in an attempt to regain stability.

“Auxiliary power restored. Thrust capacity at five point three percent.”

The three men each drew deep, relieved breaths as the shuddering craft stabilised and the whine of the engines could be heard again. The altimeter, however, showed they were still falling and Janus tried to gain some gradual lift by pulling on the levers. The Thunderbird’s response to the small movement was completely out of proportion as it immediately began to climb, and from the angle of the floor beneath their feet, they could feel that it was flying a sharp ascent so hopefully it would be enough to clear whatever was in the way outside, the computer still barking its warnings about obstructions.

Janus managed to control the climb and level the Thunderbird out although the altimeter now showed blank. Before he could worry too much about that, a series of distant explosions sounded which triggered yet more warnings.

“Warning. VTOL Engine One Failure. Warning.”

One after the other, all four of the VTOLs failed.

“Warning. Terrain. Pull Up. Pull Up. Warning. Terrain. Terrain.”

“EOS!” yelled Janus but there was only deafening radio static in response, with sudden blasts of icy cold air from the cockpit vents.

“Brace for impact. Brace. Brace.” advised the onboard computer.

“What?” cried Lewis, “Brace against what exactly? We have literally zero things to hang on to!”

Flailing around, Robinson grabbed the first thing he found which happened, unfortunately, to be Janus, knocking him off his feet again.

With a loud thud, several teeth juddering vibrations and the sound of screeching metal, they felt Thunderbird Two land heavily on whatever the surface outside might be and bank sharply to starboard, sending them skidding across the floor, scraping themselves on the ridges where the pilots seats had been before slowly dragging to a halt. In the ensuing silence, all they could hear was the blood pumping in their ears and the distant “plink plink plink” of hot metal cooling but at least they were down and no longer moving.

Or were they? Without the use of their eyes to verify what they were feeling, they had that slightly odd sensation one gets when on a boat floating on gently rolling waves.

“EOS?” Janus asked, fighting a mild wave of panic, “What have we landed on?”

“According to my data, you have landed on water.” EOS displayed a hologram of the Earth with a helpful red arrow as a ‘you are here’ marker. If she was correct, and Janus had no reason to doubt her, they had landed in one of the most remote parts of the ocean.

“Very well, deploy buoyancy measures.”

“Negative.” replied EOS, continuing in a voice laced with smugness. “I ought to point out you stole an aircraft. Not a sea craft. If you wanted something that can float, you should’ve stolen Thunderbird Four instead.”

Lewis was whimpering slightly and chewing his knuckles. “This thing can float though, right? Until rescue gets here?”

“Of course not.” replied EOS again. “Thunderbird Two is made from cahelium and weighs four hundred and six tonnes without its payload. With the additional weight of a fully laden pod its current weight is around five hundred tonnes.”

Robinson flung his arms in front of him, flailing blindly and stumbling forward until his knees made sharp contact with the control console whereupon he began frantically searching every display and control he could reach, patting and tapping, trying to find a switch which would jettison the pod and lighten their craft. So much of the console was tactile, though, that it felt completely smooth without the slightest dial or knob. While Robinson was vainly searching for buttons, Lewis stretched up on his tip toes to try and reach the ceiling, hoping he might locate the hatch and that there might have been an unlocking mechanism which would at least get them out of the current trap they were in.

“You are seriously telling me,” snapped Janus, “That this hunk of metal has no lifejackets onboard?”

“Correct. It’s not a commercial craft designed to take on passengers, for one. The usual pilots have the necessary emergency measures built into their flight suits. And as I have already mentioned, it’s an aircraft. There might be something one could rig up stored in the pod.”

“How do we get in there, then?” asked Lewis, hammering at the locked cockpit door having abandoned his attempts to reach the ceiling hatch.

“Once the power comes back online you should be able to unlock the doors, providing you have the correct override access codes. You do have them? Right?”

“Of course we don’t!” howled Robinson, balling up a fist and lashing out, inadvertently hitting the bank of switches above the pilot’s seat (or at least, where a pilot’s seat would be if Virgil and his brothers hadn’t gone and confiscated them). For a short while, Robinson’s only concern was the pain in his fist from the impact of body on metal and moulded plastic.

As panic began to settle in, not helped by the three of them still being in complete darkness, they began to bicker.

Slowly, though, realisation crept over them that the floor had begun sloping again, indicating that the rear of Thunderbird Two was lower than the front and that they might, inevitably, be sinking. The air in the cockpit was growing colder, making them shiver, and faint noises on the edge of hearing became a little louder; enough for them to identify it as water, a few drips to start with but becoming a steady trickle.

“This thing’s not water tight?” cried Janus. “Who the hell built this?”

“It was never designed to be water tight,” replied EOS testily. “Because it’s an aircr-”

“Yes! We get it!” yelped Lewis, as Robinson finally located the manual override handle on the ceiling hatch. With an echoey clunk, the hatch unlocked and he was able to drag it open, jumping up and beginning to pull himself onto the roof. In an instant, the dark night was lit by bright floodlights and Robinson, who had only managed to haul his torso up and out of the cockpit, his legs still dangling down, raised his arm to shield his eyes.

“How close are we to sinking?” called Lewis.

“Uh….. Not very.” He lay down and reached out an arm, helping first Lewis and then Janus up into the cold night air.

Looking around them, they seemed to still be on solid asphalt, not having moved an inch from the moment they became trapped in the Thunderbird. At a distance stood Colonel Casey and the four Tracys, all arms folded.

“Colonel Casey?” called Janus, adjusting his cap, “Your presence here is unauthorised. Turn around before I have you arrested.”

“I don’t answer to imposters.” she replied, “Your credentials don’t seem to check out. Colonel. We’ll be escorting you back to headquarters to answer a few questions.”

Casey nodded to two soldiers to take Janus into custody and, as they led him to the GDF ship, he looked back over his shoulder at the Thunderbird which looked, remarkably, in pristine condition.

“How high did we fly?” he asked.

“About, what, ten, fifteen meters?” Virgil replied, looking at Scott for confirmation.

“You mean thousand meters, right?” prompted Janus.

“No, fifteen meters. Tops. And I think ‘flying’ is overselling it. I basically had you just hover over the parking lot for a few minutes. The rest is all down to 4D effects, making Thunderbird Two act like she’s on a gimbal and the highly impressionable human nature. See?”

As they watched, Virgil activated controls which adjusted the retractable legs, demonstrating how they managed to make the Thunderbird feel like it was sinking.

The vituperative remarks spat by Janus were spoken in too low a voice to be heard over the guffaws and giggles as he stepped up into the ship surrounded by armed guards.

Turning to look back at Thunderbird Two, the brothers grinned. Virgil’s primary concern was how long it would take to repair the laser damage but Gordon grabbed Scott’s arm.

“Two things. First, the workers in danger?”

“All under control,” called Colonel Casey, “GDF operatives are working with local teams, everyone involved is safely on the ground.”

John confirmed the positive resolution over the shared comms channel.

“Second thing?” prompted Scott.

“How do we get our seats back into Thunderbird Two?”

TAG SECRET SANTA 2024 – PROMPT 3

By the look of it, the weather gods had obliged and it would be warm and sunny all day. Perfect for his daughter’s seventh birthday party. Gran Roca wasn’t the biggest house in the area, and if they had been obliged to be stuck indoors because of rain Scott was fairly certain they would have managed, but it did mean that some of the party guests would have free rein to run off steam outside if needed.

He could hear music from downstairs, a combination of his five year old son Adam’s piano lesson with Uncle Virgil and the radio in the kitchen where his wife was keeping an eye on the cake to make sure no little fingers got where they shouldn’t. Three children under the age of eight (and a fourth on the way they hadn’t told anyone about yet) was a challenge at the best of times and there were days when the pair of them felt like they were herding cats. Scott and his wife, though, wouldn’t change a thing.

Thankfully, they had help from the wider family for today’s birthday party, including some amazing decorated cookies. Virgil had been trying to steal some all week at home but had had his hand slapped away each time by his ever-vigilant husband Conrad who was a true artist with a piping bag.

As Scott slowly shaved, ignoring the number of white hairs he was slicing from his face, there was a tap at the bathroom door.

“Mm?” he replied.

“We have a situation.” replied his wife, creeping into the room and closing the door softly. It had been over ten years since anyone had said that phrase to him, ten years since International Rescue had undergone a gradual change and increase in numbers of staff so that now every continent had its own squad managing their geographic area but available to jump in to help in other parts of the globe if there was a catastrophic emergency. It had been a lot easier to relinquish command than Scott had expected, and having his own family was a great reward. He still ran the teaching program that iR required for its operatives, a combination of classroom learning and in person training and drills.

His wife held her phone up to Scott’s ear as he grabbed a towel to dry his hands.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Hi Mr Tracy.” croaked a voice from the other end. Briefly checking the phone display, he realized he was speaking to the entertainer who had been booked to run much of the day’s party. “I’m so sorry-” the voice broke off with a bout of muffled coughing. “But I’ve been fighting off this bug all week-”

“Hey, it’s okay. I can hear you. Just, uhm, get better soon and we can work something out. Thank you for letting us know.”

“Thank you.” replied the entertainer, “I’ll sort out a refund for no show during the week.”

“Not the most urgent thing but thank you. And go, get well.”

He disconnected the call and looked at his wife.

“Well, that’s annoying. Freya was really looking forward to meeting Elsa for a big Frozen sing-a-long.”

“So what are we gonna do?” she asked.

Scott thought a moment, turning the phone over in his hands. “I’ll be back in an hour. Gordon and co should be here around ten and they’re a party all by themselves.”

Planting a quick kiss on her cheek, Scott dashed through their bedroom and down the stairs, snatching up coat, boots and car keys on his way past.

“Hewwo Daddy!” called three year old Daniel, who was playing in the big living room with his oldest cousins, the eleven year old twins Henry and Lucy. He reached out both chubby hands to grab the kiss Scott blew in his direction and giggled as he snatched the invisible kiss from the air.

True to his word, Scott was back at the ranch in just under an hour, carrying a large box and saying nothing about his errand.

Guests started arriving for the party just after lunch, most of them from Freya’s first grade class, a couple from her afterschool science club and one from her ice skating class, and once Scott was sure that his wife had all the grown up hands she would need to manage so many kids, he snuck away upstairs to get ready. Opening the box, he carefully took out all the equipment he had hastily assembled and grinned.

Shrugging himself into the costume, he twisted and turned to try and reach the zipper but realized this was probably why his wife tended to ask for his help when putting on a dress. A quick SOS text yielded results when his wife came upstairs and peered around the bedroom door.

“Oh my god, that’s genius!” she whispered, zipping the floor length blue dress up and carefully attaching the gauzy snowflake cape at the shoulders and cuffs.

“Do you have any spare bobby pins to keep this thing on?” he asked, sliding a white blonde wig with its long braid on to his head and tugging it into position.

“Hm. The colour suits you.” she smiled, handing him pins and picking up one of the spray canisters from the bed. “What’s thi- Noooo… Silly String?”

“What did you think it was? Easy Cheese? And it’s biodegradable, entirely plastic free and machine washable.”

Giving him a hug, she returned to the party as Scott helped himself to the contents of her make up bag, hoping she wouldn’t mind if he opened the brand new mascara.

“What’s he doing up there?” Alan asked, seeing his sister-in-law returning downstairs, “He can’t still be combing his hair. I mean, there’s less of it these days, right?”

She glared at him with a suppressed smile.

Five minutes later, Scott picked up his phone, opened the app which linked up with the speaker system in the house and tiptoed to the top of the stairs. Hitting the play button, he swiftly tucked the phone into his right boot. While he had managed to find an adult sized Elsa costume and wig without too much trouble, getting hold of a pair of sparkly heels in his size was not on his list of priorities so his feet were still encased in clunky work boots.

He made his way slowly down the stairs, miming the words, Freya and her friends grouped at the bottom, jumping and clapping with glee which ramped up a notch when they realized it was actually Freya’s dad in disguise.

With each repetition of “let it go” he squirted Silly String in all directions, covering much of the living room.

A loud round of applause rewarded Scott for his theatrical performance when the song ended and the rest of the party was a smash hit as far as Freya was concerned.

Later that evening, once all the guests had gone home, Scott was relaxing with a cold beer out on the porch along with Gordon and Virgil, still wearing the dress but having shed the wig several hours previously. The other respective spouses were indoors putting their kids to bed with more or less success depending on the relative sugar consumption. Rubbing tired eyes, Freya came out to say goodnight, flopping down onto her father’s lap for a few moments.

“Best party ever, Dad.”

“Really? I’m glad, sweetheart.” he replied, hugging her close.

“I like your brown hair better though.” she yawned, “Can you dress up as Belle next year?”

Scott stared. What had he let himself in for?

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Poly Jolly AU

Enjoy Part One of the AU very loosely inspired by the Poly Jolly short featuring Loroceit or whatever the ship name should be for Logan/Roman/Janus.

A series of bizarre coincidences end with Logan, Roman, and Janus, complete strangers until they're unexpectedly dumped on the same day, road tripping home together.

Logan smiled as his Uber finally pulled into the bed and breakfast he was staying at to visit Jen and her family for Christmas. Her sister and brother in law owned the place and she'd been working there seasonally as their desert chef, so it had been a few weeks since they had actually seen one another.

He checked his watch, noting he had just enough time to drop off his bags before he was supposed to meet up with Jen for lunch. He thanked the driver, slipping him a tip in a holiday card, and finally headed inside.

"Hey, good to see you made it!" Trevor greeted him. "How was the flight out?"

"There was only one crying baby, so not as bad as it could have been," Logan replied.

"Hey, that's almost a Christmas miracle by itself! Let me get the room key for you and I'll take you up."

"Thanks. Jen and I are supposed to meet up for lunch after this. Is she in the kitchen?"

Trevor nodded. "Just a heads up though she's been pretty upset the last couple days, there's some new hotel that's looking at some land to build on. Her and Emily are convinced it's going to take out the bed and breakfast and obliterated the town or something," he explained, rolling his eyes, and led Logan upstairs. "Honestly though, there's a few of us around and I think we're all already pretty packed out. I know we've already had to turn people away, at least. Especially with the concert that's happening this year."

"Concert?"

"Yeah, I guess some folks decided to try and expand the usual Christmas Parade by having some new singer come preform. Supposedly the dude's in town already, but I haven't actually heard anything about him." He unlocked one of the doors and ushered Logan inside. "Hope you don't mind that it's a double. We were trying a new booking system, the whole thing was a mess. This ended up being the last available room."

"Oh, no, I don't mind at all," Logan assured.

"Well, I'll let you get a little rest before meeting up with Jen. Do you want me to let her know you're here?"

"That's alright. We're supposed to meet up in the lobby in a few minutes."

"Hopefully you can cheer her up."

"I'll definitely try," he replied, thinking of the ring in his bag.

—

Logan stood with a smile when Jen finally made her way into the lobby. "Hey-"

"We need to talk," she cut in sternly. "Come with me." She marched passed Logan, leaving him to trail behind.

He followed her to an office where she closed the door behind them and immediately took out her phone. "Is everything alright?" he asked with a frown.

"What is this?" she demanded, shoving her phone in his face.

He had to take a step to be able to focus on the image. His eyes went wide. "Where did you get this?" he asked and tried to take the phone.

"That doesn't matter!" she snapped, ruping it away from him. "How could you do this to me? To my family?"

"How could I what? Jen, these are-"

"I know that they are," Jen cut him off. "They're blueprints to the new hotel. Your blueprints."

"Yes, my prints that were stolen last month. Where did you get this picture?" He asked again.

"Stolen," she rolled her eyes. "Right. Sure."

Logan blinked, taken aback. "Jen, I told you about that. That's why I was late on Thanksgiving, because I was notified my office was broken into and several of my prints went missing. I had to make a police report."

"Yeah, and they just happened to be the ones being used to take over my hometown," she rolled her eyes.

Logan stared at her, wounded. "Do you really not believe me?" He asked softly.

"Why should I?" She demanded. "These plans have your watermark on them!"

"That can prove they were stolen!" Logan exclaimed. "Can please tell me where you got this?"

"Is that all you care about?" She glared.

"If it'll prove to you that I didn't do this, then yes, I care about that. Jen, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, muchless something that could hurt your whole family! I didn't even know there was hotel being built here till Trevor told me you were upset about it when I got in."

"Right," she scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you believe me?" He asked softly, unable to hide the hurt in his voice.

"Don't pretend like this isn't a big deal for you," she sneered.

"It would be if it was actually me doing this, but it's not!"

"Sure."

"Jen-"

"Look. I don't care if you stay here through Christmas. I'm not mean enough to throw you out, but if this is who you really are, I don't think this is going to work out between us."

"But it's not," Logan insisted. "Do you even hear me? Jen, I am not involved in this!"

"Well, the pictures say differently. Like I said you can stay here, but leave me alone."

"Jen-" he reached for her hand and she whirled on him, slapping him hard across the cheek. He stumbled back a few steps, nearly losing his glasses in the process. He stood frozen in shock as Jen stormed off, slamming the door behind her.

He was still frozen when Trevor came in a few moments later.

"Everything okay?" He asked tentatively.

"My blueprints that were stolen last month are being used for the hotel. Jen thinks I'm involved. She didn't believe me when I tried to tell her what happened."

Trevor's shoulders dropped. "Do you want me to try to talk to her and Emily about it?"

Logan shook his head. "No. I, um. She made up her mind about the whole thing. I-" he let out a shakey sigh. "I think I'm jut going to try to see if I can get my blueprints back. I don't think it'll help things with Jen, but…" he shrugged. "Um. Is- is there a, uh, a code for the wifi?"

Trevor grimaced. "We're having someone come look at the internet in about an hour. The café down the road has wifi though."

Logan nodded. "Thanks."

"You gonna be alright?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "Yeah, I- I'll be fine."

—

"Hey there, beautiful!" Janus greeted his fiancee with a bright smile.

"Who the hell do you think you are!" Stacey demanded, stopping Janus in his tracks in front of the café where they were to meet for lunch.

"I-" he blinked and shook his head. "What?"

"I told you, I told you about the new hotel and that everyone was upset about and what did you do about it? Nothing!"

"I didn't know there was anything to be done for it. You told me there were rumors about a new hotel, but I didn't know it was that serious."

"Yes, you did!" She snapped, her tone cold and accusing. "It's your firm representing them!"

"That- Darling, that doesn't mean anything. It's not my case-"

"How could you not know?" She demanded. "It's your firm!"

"It's not like I own it. I don't know about every case that gets handled there. If you explain what's going on, I'll see what I can do to help-"

"No, you've already made it plenty clear whose side you're on in all of this!"

"I don't even know fully what's going on!" Janus objected. "Stacey, if you'll explain it-"

"Don't pretend like you don't know!"

"I don't," he insisted. "Honey, I want to help-"

"It's too late for that," she cut in coldly.

Janus froze. "What do you mean?" he asked quietly.

Stacey pulled the ring from her left hand and pelted Janus in the chest with it. He barely caught it as it bounced off of him. "I hope you find someone who can tolerate you."

Janus stood there dumbfounded for several long moments after Stacey had stalked off before shuffling into the café, unsure of what else to do, and dropped into a chair there, his mind reeling, with what had just happened.

"But it has my watermark on it!" A man's frustrated voice snapped him to the moment. "That has to be worth something. No. No, I don't have the photo with me. My gir-" His breath caught in his chest "-my ex girlfriend showed me the photo. No, she refused to say where she got it- I made a report about my offi-" he sighed. "Alright. Yes, I understand." He hung up and dropped his head in hands with a groan.

"Excuse me," Janus called quietly. "I-I'm sorry. I wasn't meaning to eavesdrop, my name's Janus, I'm actually a lawyer and it kind of sounds like maybe you had something stolen? Maybe I can help."

Logan nodded and sniffed a little. "My office was broken into last month, I'm an architect and some of my designs had gone missing. Apparently, my…ex found them, somehow, being used to plan out a new hotel here. She thought I was in on it and wouldn't listen when I tried explaining what happen."

"Well, it is a small world after all," Janus chuckled bitterly. "My fiancee just broke up with me because someone else works at the same lawfirm as me is involved in the hotel. She didn't believe me that I wasn't involved. My laptop is back at the bed and breakfast I'm staying at, if you want we can head that way and I can see if there's any way I can help get those prints back."

Logan's shoulders dropped. "I would appreciate that so much. And. I'm sorry about your fiancee."

Janus smiled, pained and sympathetic. "I'm sorry about your girlfriend."

—

"What are you doing here?"

Roman startled the the voice and swung around to find his girlfriend glaring at him. "Kate, I-"

"You told me you had a show," her voice was cold and flat as she folded her arms over her chest.

"I-I do. I'm playing here," Roman explained. "I wanted to surprise you."

"Oh, I'm surprised alright," she growled. "Surprised and disappointed, quite honestly."

Roman blinked. "Disappointed? I- why? I thought you'd be happy to see me."

"I would be if you weren't such a liar!" She snapped.

"I didn't mean to lie, babe, I was just trying to surprise you. I'm going to be playing for the Parade."

She stared at him in shock. "It's you!" She snapped coldly. "Oh my god, it's you!"

"I- What's me?" He asked, confusion coloring his voice.

"You're the reason there wasn't any slots left to perform at the parade. How could you do that to me?"

Roman shook his head. "Kate, I had this planned months ago. I- Why didn't you tell me you wanted to perform?" He asked earnestly.

"Like you'd care anyway," she sneered.

"Babe, of course I care. If I'd known-"

"No. You know what, I actually think this is worse than you being here for that stupid hotel!"

Roman blinked. "What hotel?"

"Don't play stupid. Jamey saw you with the marketing team in the café. Do you even want to be with me anymore."

Roman stood, mouth hanging open, stunned into silence.

"Well?"

"I- Yes! Kate, of course I do. Babe-"

"Don't call me that!"

Roman sighed. "Of course, I do, Kate," he said softly. "If I'd known you were wanting to perform, I would have written you into my set, I would have given up my spot for you. You never mentioned about it, so I didn't know. The only real reason I've been planning on it this way is because I-I was planning on proposing." He tentatively held out a purple velvet box, hoping it might prove to her that her he was serious, that he was being honest, that he loved her. "You've always talked about wanting a big proposal and I knew there would be plenty of people to get pictures for you. I was going to sing for you then have you come up on stage with me and propose."

She stared, face unreadable, at the box in Roman's hand, making him feel like he might drop then and there from the tension. "Are you kidding me?" She demanded after a shocked moment.

Roman's face fell. "I don't understand."

"You were going to propose during your performance? I really didn't want to believe you were just as selfish as every other singer out there, but I guess you proved me wrong."

"Kate-"

"Have fun at the concert," she cut in and stormed off before Roman could answer, leaving him alone and confused.

—

"No, I'm sorry, we're completely booked."

Logan glanced up at Trevor's voice and found a young man, looking just as dejected as he felt standing slumped at the front desk.

He nodded, trying to be brave. "Thanks anyway."

"Hey, Trevor," Logan called out and set down his laptop before moving to the desk. "I've got that extra bed, he can stay in my room." He offered his hand. "I'm Logan."

"Roman," the young man answered. "I appreciate it, but I-I don't wanna impose."

"You're not," Logan assured. "I have the space and, no offense, but you look like you could use the help."

Roman nodded. "I was planning on staying with my girlfriend, but…" he trailed off with a shakey breath and shook his head.

"Mine just broke up with me too," he replied synthetically. "Oddly enough, so did Janus's." He gestured to his new friend. "Don't suppose yours had anything to do with the new hotel that's being planned."

Roman stared in surprise. "How did you know?"

"You're kidding!" Janus stood. "Mine got mad because she assumed I was involved in the legal team."

"My blueprints were stolen for the build and my ex wouldn't believe me about it," Logan explained.

"I was going to surprise her by performing at the concert later this week, but her ex convinced her I was part of the promotional team for the hotel," Roman replied. "That and she said I wasn't being supportive enough of her interest in music she never told me about."

"You guys sound like you're in a hallmark movie from hell," Trevor commented. "I'm gonna get you guys some shots or something. On the house. Whatever you want."

Roman mustered up a smile. "Thanks, but I-I don't drink."

"I do," Janus answered and raised his hand. "Do you happen to have any reds?"

Trevor nodded. "Yeah. Let me get that for you. You want one Logan?"

"Yeah, why not," he shrugged. "I don't think it can hurt at this point."

"You like red too, right?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Trevor."

Trevor turned back to Roman. "You want me to bring you, like, a latte or something, bowl of ice cream?"

Roman chuckled. "Uh, just a regular coffee is fine. Thank you."

"Coming right up!" He promised and moved toward the kitchen.

"I really appreciate you letting me stay with you," Roman said. "I was hoping to just leave, but, uh, flights aren't refundable. Just my luck." He sighed, dropping into an armchair, and pushed his hair back with both hands.

Janus leant back on the sofa and folded his arms over his chest. "You wouldn't happened to be from Florida, would you?"

"I- Y-yeah. How'd you guess that?" Roman wanted to know.

"Mhm." Janus nodded at the confirmation. "Let me guess. Gainsville?"

Roman sat back in surprise. "Yeah. Yeah, actually. How did you-?"

"So are the two of us," Janus explained, tipping his head toward Logan. "I figured with the other coincidences happening the odds where there. Thank you!" He heaved a sigh when Trevor offered him a glass of wine. It took all his self restraint not to simply throw it back.

Roman scoffed. "If there are anymore coincidences, I'm going to throw myself out a window. Thanks," he mumbled and accepted the steaming mug offered to him.

"I mean, we could just leave," Janus mused over his wine glass. "I already have a rental, I can just get that extended and we can just drive back. We're all headed to the same place anyway. Hell, we're probably all on the same flight."

Logan snorted. "Could you imagine if all three of us were in a row together on the same plane."

The three exchanged looks then all dug out their phones to check their flight information and huddled around to see what others had.

"Well, I'll be damned," Janus raised a brow. "We're literally all in the same row."

Roman tossed his phone on the table next to the mug of coffee. "Alright, that's it, where's the highest window?"

Logan caught his arm as he stood. "No. We'll take you home."

Roman sighed and dropped back into the armchair. "I'd need make a stop first. I, um, kinda left all my stuff at my, uh, at my ex's. Just sort of ran after she left."

Janus snorted. "Can't say I blame you for that. We can do that right before we leave, if you want, that way you can just grab it and go and hopefully don't have to deal with anything else."

"I appreciate that," Roman smiled.

—

"It'll just take a few minutes," Roman promised as he climbed out of the passenger seat. "Didn't exactly have time to unpack."

"Don't worry about it," Logan answered from the back seat. "It's not like we have anywhere to be."

Roman snorted. "How cheerful of you. I'll be right back."

Janus watched Roman trot into the farmhouse and shook his head. "I don't know about you, but this is most bizarre day I've ever had. And I've had someone ask me if they could sue a duck!"

"What?"

Janus rolled his eyes. "They wanted to sue for property damage because it kept pooping on their porch and eating the food left out for the feral cats."

"Oh. Yeah, that sounds like it would be a weird day."

"Y'know, it'd be one thing if we were only on the same flight, or only ended up single, but the fact that it's both." Janus shook his head.

"Not to mention the fact that it all stemmed from assumptions and misunderstandings about the hotel."

"And that!" Janus agreed. "Your buddy was right, it does sound like something out of a hallmark movie. Except we're apparently the arrogant, corporate boyfriends and don't get to clear up the misunderstandings." He sighed and stated out the window. "I'm gonna go check on Roman, he's been gone a while and I've got a bad feeling about this."

Logan nodded as Janus opened the car door. "I was thinking the same thing."

"Don't talk to strangers while I'm gone," Janus teased with a wink before he walked away.

He opened the door at the same moment Roman went sprawling across the floor. He swore and rushed to Roman's side, taking his arm to help him up. "Are you okay?" He questioned.

"I'm fine," Roman groaned.

"You're bleeding!" Janus objected.

"Who the hell are you?" The man standing over Roman, and presumably the one who'd punched him demanded.

"His lawyer!" Janus snapped, lying through his teeth and taking a petty joy out watching his face fall. "And you just committed class c assualt."

"It's fine," Roman mumbled. "Let's just leave."

Janus nodded and picked up the dropped duffle once Roman was on his feet again. "Let's get you home," he said softly and ushered Roman outside with his hand on his back.

"What happened?" Logan demanded and shot out of the car when he saw Roman's split lip.

"I'm fine," Roman grumbled, but let Logan take his face in his hands and check him over. "Kate's ex was there and went off on me about breaking her heart over something she never told me about. He decked me when I said as much. Probably not her ex anymore," he added glummly.

Logan let him go when he stepped back. "I'm sorry," he offered.

Roman shrugged. "Looks like you got the same treatment." He gestured to Logan’s cheek.

"No, it was my girl- my ex who did that to me. Nearly took my glasses off."

Roman gaped. "How hard did she hit you?"

"Well, she slapped me as she was turning to face me, so I'm pretty sure almost her whole body was behind it. I'm just glad she hit my face and didn't catch my ear. Probably would've ruptured my ear drum."

"You're stuff is in the trunk," Janus announced, clapping Roman on the shoulder. "We can go whenever you're ready."

"Yeah, let's go."

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