#the reason I was telling her was cause I was asking where the Christmas wrapping paper was. forgot we have a box in the garage

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Me to my mom: Yeah I’m gonna wrap your gift from dad even though you know what it is so you have /something/ to open on Christmas

Me now, remembering I’m really bad at wrapping gifts: Uh Oh… Oh No…

[rebelwrites]

being friends with pierre/any driver and meeting charles through them (whether it be at a race or at a dinner or whatever) and you immediately hit it off and exchange numbers AAAAA

Christmas Party

Charles Leclerc x Reader

I have changed the request slightly hope you don’t mind. As this is a flash fic this hasn’t been edited.

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Taking one final drag of your smoke, you felt your face scrunch up in disgust. You had no idea why you had brought a fresh packet when you had quit the habit around 6 months ago. Shaking your head at yourself you tossed the cigarette butt into the small ashtray on the glass table behind you, looking over your shoulder you found yourself taking a deep breath, gaining the courage to head back inside Pierre’s apartment.

Tonight was the night of his famous Christmas party, every year you had heard all the stories that came from this one event but this was the first time in five years you were able to attend, due to your dick of an ex boyfriend trying to control your life, stopping you from spending Christmas with your best friend in Monaco. From the moment you arrived at Pierre’s you locked eyes with Charles, you were slightly confused as to how one look could get you feeling hot under the collar so to speak. You knew Charles had a bit of a reputation with the women, so any time you came to visit Pierre you made sure to avoid Leclerc.

Taking a deep breath you slipped back into the living room of the large apartment, once again locking eyes with the Monegasque, you found yourself quickly breaking eye contact, pushing your way through the bodies you made your way over to the makeshift bar for the evening.

“There you are,” Pierre hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. “Where have you been hiding all night, kiddo?”

“Ain’t been hiding, P,” you shrugged, knocking back the shot of vodka, scrunching your face up at the familiar burning sensation that quickly followed. “This dress and body is too good to be hidden away!” you smirked, gesturing down to the red low cut sparkly dress that fit your body like a second skin, causing your confidence to sky rocket.

“Have you spoken to Charles yet?” he asked, keeping his hand planted on your waist.

Pierre had been your best friend for the best part of 15 years, the two of you had a close relationship to the point people were always questioning if you two were dating or not. You and Kika always got a laugh out of the news articles trying to make out Pierre was cheating on her with you.

“Nope,” you mumbled, pulling the bottle of beer to your lips. You hadn’t told Pierre that you had a small crush on Charles, mainly for the fact you knew he would try and play cupid and get the two of you together.

“Come with me, you dork,” he smirked, grabbing your hand dragging you through the apartment over to Kika and Charles.

Charles couldn’t help himself as he watched you from across the room, from the moment you arrived at the party he couldn’t stop staring. The first time you locked eyes with each other he felt like someone had just punched him in the gut, he was struggling to catch his breath. The dress you had chosen hugged your body perfectly, showing just the perfect amount of cleavage. The fact the sparkly dress was red was an added bonus for him. It was safe to say red was your color and he wanted nothing more than to see you rocking his shirt early in the morning.

Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he brought the glass to his lips, still refusing to take his eyes off you. For some reason he lost any courage he had when it came to you so he could count on one hand the amount of conversations the pair of you had.

“You know you can’t avoid him forever,” Pierre whispered in your ear as you got closer to the man in question. “I can tell you are crushing hard on him.” You were just about to protest when he shook his head at you. “Girl I saw it the moment you two first met, there is a connection there and you refuse to acknowledge it.”

“P, you know what I don’t act on any feelings,” you sighed, taking another large swig of beer trying to drown the butterflies that were invading your stomach the closer you got to Charles and Kika.

Any confidence you felt had now disappeared, your stomach was churning as you stood next to Pierre refusing to make eye contact with Charles, you kept your gaze trained on your stiletto. You had no idea why he had this effect on you, but he made you feel like a teenager drunk on love.

“How’s work going?” Charles asked, stepping close to you as Pierre moved out of the way. His body was so close to yours and it was sending your heart rate through the roof.

“Urm, it’s okay I guess,” you nodded, pulling the beer bottle to your lips. You wanted nothing more than to be able to speak to him but it was like the words kept getting stuck in your throat. “I’m going for a smoke,” you mumbled, pushing your way past Charles.

The moment you stepped outside the chill of the winter air hit your skin, you felt like such an idiot, the boy was only making conversation and you couldn’t cope, running outside to escape. Pulling a cigarette to your lips you let your eyes flutter closed as you lit the smoke.

“You got a spare?”

The voice alone sent chills down your spine, you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Taking a long drag on the smoke you spun around on the balls of your feet, holding the open packet out in front of you. Charles smiled softly at you before taking one from the slightly crumpled box.

“Didn’t know you smoked?” you asked, rubbing your hand up your arm trying to get some warmth back into your skin, without warning suddenly you were wrapped in warmth as Charles draped his jacket over your shoulders. Neither of you said anything about the small gesture.

“I don’t smoke regularly, just every so often,” he nodded, letting the smoke hang from between his lips.

Silence fell over the two of you both, this was the first time the two of you had been alone in the same space. Turning your gaze you took in how content Charles looked, for the first time in months he actually looked relaxed. This year hadn’t been the best for him, you hated that over the course of this season you watched the sparkle in his eyes get duller each race.

“You look gorgeous in that dress by the way,” Charles said softly, gently nudging you with his elbow.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you said with a slight giggle.

“I have a question and you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to,” he said, leaning against the brick wall, taking a quick drag of the smoke. “Everytime we are in the same room as each other, you always make some sort of excuse to leave, why? Have I done something to upset you?”

You knew you would have to confess at some point but you didn’t think it would be on the night before Christmas eve. Taking a deep breath you quickly lit up another cigarette taking a long drag on it before answering. “It’s stupid really,” you mumbled, trying not to let the nervousness take over. “You make me nervous, Charles.”

He stood there for a moment processing the words that had just fallen out of your mouth, a few seconds later the corners of his lips started tugging into a smirk as he pushed himself off the wall, closing the gap between the two of you.

“So that is why you have been avoiding me,” he whispered, brushing his fingers down your cheeks, you instantly felt your skin heat up from his touch. The feeling of his body pressed against yours just felt right and like it was meant to be. “Do you like me Y/N?”

The words got caught in your throat so all you could do was slowly nod your head whilst breaking eye contact with him. Charles was making you feel things you had never felt with anyone before,not even with your ex.

“Babygirl,” he breathed, placing his thumb under your chin, lifting your head up so he could see into your eyes. “For the last year I have done everything I could to gain your attention and nothing seemed to work, Y/N from the moment Pierre introduced us I felt a connection with you, but you were with that prick and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

You could hear the sadness in his voice and that caused a sharp pain in your chest. This boy had been watching from the sidelines, watching how you were treated like a piece of dirt and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Let me treat you how you should be treated,” he breathed, brushing his noses against yours, the feeling of his breath on your skin sent you into a frenzy. “I can tell you feel the connection as well.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you got lost in his green eyes, the way the moonlight was causing them to sparkle had to be one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen.

Could you get involved with someone again? Your heart was fragile and you didn’t know if you had the strength to piece it back together when it got broken again.

“I swear, I’m not going to do anything to break your heart,” Charles whispered as if he was reading your mind. “So what do you say Y/N, wanna see where this goes?”

Taking a deep breath you finally listened to your heart, one that had been bandaged back together but in this moment it was only beating to the Monegasque that was standing in front of you.

“Only if we take things slow,” you whispered, hiding your hands in his jacket, quickly finding his phone. A small smile appeared on your face as you pulled the device from the pocket. Quickly you turned it around so the screen was facing Charles, meaning the phone unlocked, once you had access to it you punched your phone number into the keypad before hitting call. “Now you have my number,” you giggled, handing him his phone back.

“Best Christmas gift ever,” he winked, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head before quickly taking a picture of the two of you.

You never would have thought that the one year you were finally able to attend your best friend’s Christmas party you would be getting up close and personal with the guy you had been crushing hard on.

There was magic in the air and it felt like for once Santa had finally granted your Christmas wish.

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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 44: Season's Greetings

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

December 24, 1925

Liverpool Docks

“Ready, Ada?”

Ada wraps her fox fur coat around her shoulders to combat the cold wind. “Are you? It’s been a whole year since you’ve seen Tommy.”

We climb inside the Bently waiting for us. There’s so many nerves bottled up inside I feel like I’m about to burst. My broers’ last words still have me wondering if I’m making the right choice.

“I pray these months haven’t changed him too much.” 

“I’m staying with Polly. Would you like to drive with me to John’s to drop off some presents? I’m checking in on Arthur too.”

I stare through the window at the wandering people. “Actually I’m going straight to the office to settle some questions I have. You can go on ahead. I’ll visit John later.”

Throughout the whole drive to Birmingham Ada and I go back and forth discussing last-minute details from the Boston docks. However, my mind cannot stop drifting to think about seeing Thomas again. Last time I was so close. So close to telling him everything. I know expecting him to wait is completely ridiculous. Maybe that’s why the excitement of coming back is stained by the fear that my absence will have caused him to be forgetful of me.

The car stops outside a new building I’ve never seen before. 

“This must be the new office,” Ada says. “Are you still going to the Christmas party?”

“Yes. I’ll tell John I’ll be there.” 

I grab my trunk and step out into the muddy streets. December in England is so much more wet than in Brooklyn. Where’s the snow? I walk into the first room and spot Lizzie behind a desk. When she sees me her eyes flash the familiar look of hatred.

“Season’s greetings, Lizzie. What should I expect?”

She gives a small huff and returns to checking the records. “He’s isolated himself from the family. ‘S just been him and Charlie.” I walk past her to a staircase and she speaks up again. “Oh, by the way, the only love he’s received is from whores. Thought you should know.”

Sure. She can think I’ll believe that. As much as my heart might fall for Thomas there is still a part of me that dreads to know that he still takes physical pleasures from other women. My only guess is that I have to become as corrupt and defiled as the rest for him to consider me. May might be right. I’m too pure for this.

Michael walks through a door and sees me climbing up. “Oh! Tommy didn’t say you were coming.”

My face brightens. “Michael! I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you all were pardoned-”

He holds a hand up to stop me and offers to help me with my trunk. “It’s alright, Verena. You’ve helped keep the business flowing smoothly. All’s well in Boston, I hope?”

“Business is booming. How’s Polly?”

Michael’s smile drops. “Not as good. She’s addicted to tablets from the prison. Going off her rocker, to tell you the truth.”

Oh God. That poor woman… Why didn’t Thomas tell me things had gotten this worse? 

“You thought she was religious before,” Micheal says. “Now she claims she sees spirits.”

I’m almost afraid to ask. “Did all of you… change?”

He bites his lip, contemplating if he wants to go any further. “Yes.”

“How bad?”

“You can see for yourself at John’s party.”

Right. The party. “Will the children be there?”

Michael checks his watch and starts walking. “Yes. Arthur’s been excited for you to meet little Billy.”

“My instructions from Thomas have stopped,” I call after him. “Any reason why?”

Michael turns to face me with his mouth pressed in a thin line. “He’s detaching himself from work.” That doesn’t sound like Thomas. “I’ll have more instructions for you after the holidays.”

No. I’m not waiting any longer. I’m going straight to the source. “Is he here?”

Michael points down the hall. “Right through that magical door. He just got done with a meeting.”

I start walking to it. “Please tell Polly I’ll visit as soon as I can. Wish her a ‘Merry Christmas’ for me.”

I push the door open and walk into a dimly lit room. Inside is a long wooden business table. A portrait of the company’s stemma hangs on the wall. At the end of the room Thomas sits at the table, smoking as usual. The thing that sets him apart from last time are the round spectacles on his grimly-carved face. Through the thick smoke I can’t tell if he's just as happy to see me.

“Ah, there are those braids. Did you come over with Ada?”

I don’t know how to respond to this greeting. Commenting my hair braids? Not even a simple hello? 

“Yes,” I answer slowly. “Merry Christmas to you, too. Ada's gone to visit your brothers, then she’s coming to see you.”

He doesn’t seem interested. Instead Thomas gets up and walks closer to look at me. “You’ve changed. Your letters stress more on business instead of pleasure. But you’re still full of spirit.”

So he does read my letters. He just doesn’t bother to respond. Full of spirit, am I? Maybe it’s because I was so desperate to hear from him. Such a contrast to his unaffectionate personality.

“Vader recovered quite well. When he was able to walk I spent the summer helping my brother Eoin and his wife with their four kids so they could take a vacation. You’d change too if you had to learn to wrangle those little schavuits.” 

I walk closer too, dawning a deciphering face that tells him I cannot be so heartless. “In fact… You look different as well. Those glasses…” Is it just me or does Thomas look more tense than before? “I like it. Makes you look… sophisticated. Just like the man everyone in Boston thinks you are.”

Thomas catches on to my cold tone and tries to ignore it. “I see you’re wearing the gift I sent you.”

“Yes I am, thank you very much,” I say gratefully and finger the pendant around my neck. “I love it. I’m surprised you remembered.”

A quaint smile crosses his face. “‘S not every day a girl turns 23.”

True. But what’s happening right now is not about me. I need to redirect him back to the subject at hand.

“You wrote that you wanted me back. Thomas, I’m serious, I am here to help reconnect your family. What plans do you and Charlie have for Christmas?”

Why is he looking at me like that? It’s like he wants to avoid me, glare at me, or hug me. I thought I was conflicted about this visit but I think he beats me. 

“We’re spending Christmas at Arrow House,” Thomas says. “I got him his own horse. A thoroughbred.”

My eyes close and I have to keep from frowning. “Thomas. That’s very sweet, but a horse cannot replace family.”

He takes a puff on his cigarette. “Polly’s seeing spirits. Michael needs cocaine to stay awake. Linda and Esme want to carve my eyes out. Gathering for Christmas is not going to fix this, Verena. Also, Ada tells me you’ve been advertising whiskey on the side.”

I shrug. “Your clients like to drink, my vader makes whiskey. It’s been profitable. Is that so wrong?” He’d be a hypocrite if he disagrees.

Thomas shakes his head and walks over to pour a glass of his own whiskey. “I heard Lizzie mention my recent routines with ladies of the night. Thought you’d have something to say to that, eh? Religious reminders or what not.”

That is it! I’ve had enough!

I clench my fists and make for the door before I punch him in his smug face. “I came here to help your family! Whoever you fuck is not my concern, Thomas. I know I can’t change your mind about it. All you Shelbys ever do is screw around.”

Behind me I hear him hum in surprise. “Still so innocent.”

I spin around and face him with a glare moeder would be proud of. “‘Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under ‘t.’ Beware women, Thomas. Their sweet smiles can turn into venomous bites when their motive is strong.” I am not so different.

Thomas raises a brow. “So I shouldn’t trust you either, eh?

I grunt frustratedly and grip my head. “I’m telling you this so you can trust me. Everywhere you send me I’ve seen strong-willed men come undone at a woman’s smile.” My eyes narrow with determination. “I am stronger than that. When a handsome man tries to sway my opinion I know exactly how to correct him.”

Thomas can’t ignore the mention of another man. “And how is that, might I ask?”

I smirk. “A loaded pistol used for a little persuasion never hurts. At least at first.”

Thomas mirrors my grin and raises his glass. “Remind me never to make you mad.”

“You have before. Was I that pleasant?”

His eyes darken. “No.”

I put my hands on my hips. “That’s what I thought.”

Thomas glances at my trunk. “Are you staying in town?”

I grimace at the thought of Ada having to stay with Polly. “I’m stopping by John’s to say hello before the party. I’m planning on going back to Watery Lane so I don’t intrude. People are going to hate me too, Thomas.”

I feel him grab my small hand with his callused one. “Stay at Arrow House for Christmas. There’s more than enough room. Charlie will be happy to see you.”

We’re not getting anywhere. “That’s why I’m here, Thomas. For you and your family. Are you still not going to John’s party?”

Thomas’ blue eyes dart all over my face. “They don’t want anything to do with me. I find myself blessed enough to have you back. I’m not bringing them back into this if they don’t want to.”

And I can’t force him into this because he’s too scared to face them. I’ve got my work cut out. Maybe there can be a Christmas miracle.

“Okay, Thomas. I can stay at Arrow House. But you need to promise me that you will at least make an effort to wish them a ‘Merry Christmas.’”

My acceptance of his offer brings a slight smile to Thomas’ face. “Before you go to John’s there’s something I’d like to show you.”

Of all places to find surprises I would not expect a normal-looking warehouse with no one guarding it. I’m led inside and take in the view of a giant room stocked to the brim with bottles of gin. His own distillery! This kind of progress is just what Thomas needs! A hobby that’s not trying to kill him.

“Goodness! When did this happen?”

Thomas brings out a case of bottles. “Your father’s drink inspired me. Now I use dad’s old recipe to make my own. We’ll still buy your brand, of course.”

I’m still gawking in wonder at the place. “Thomas, this is amazing!”

“Try some?” He holds out a sample glass. “Be honest.”

I take a sip and take in the new flavor. Nothing like vader’s but I give him credit. My taste is very specific. “It’s good. Quite impressive. Do you export?”

Thomas nods proudly. “Yeah. Some I send off to Boston. Your lot drink it up like water.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t want to steal your dad’s business.” Is Thomas Shelby being modest? “Soon enough we’ll produce 200 gallons a week.”

Time to test the waters. “Maybe I can bring some to John? I’m sure he’d like to try some.”

Thomas’ smile fades. “Knowing Esme she’ll spit it on you. You’re really going to play peacemaker, Verena?”

I step closer and feel the same energy from before I left. When I felt like I was where I belonged in the world. He needs to know he’s not traveling this beaten path alone.

“You say I am innocent. Perhaps God is calling me here to spread my positive spirit during this festive season. Your family has seen numerous tragedies, Thomas. You can’t be broken apart. You need to be mended together. That’s why I am here.”

That, and because I love you. Do I go further?

Thomas keeps looking at me as if I’m a mirage. “I can never understand how you still believe we are so righteous and can be saved. That I can be saved. Do you ever want something for yourself?”

Yes. So selfishly yes. But it’s someone I want so selfishly. There are many ways I can answer that.

I spot a clock on the wall. Patience, Steenstra. This cannot be summed up in a few minutes.

“How about we continue this when I get back from John’s tonight? We can catch up properly without any interruptions.”

Thomas wants to keep me here but he knows better than to argue. “We’ll be waiting.”

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GRACE & BTS - BRITISH THINGS

Merry Christmas to my lovely followers! Thank you so much for being an amazing support on this crazy journey of Grace, my writing and putting up with my lack of updates. I hope you all have a lovely time whether you celebrate or not. Enjoy your break. Love you all!

SEOKJIN - AFTERNOON TEA

The Ritz Hotel in London is famous for its stunning architecture and history, the Royal Warrant for Banqueting and Catering Services, and its famous residents. Everyone who is everyone has walked through the doors of the hotel to either stay or dine in its famous restaurants or even try the famous afternoon tea. This is one of the many reasons Seokjin found himself in a smart day suit, of navy blue while being escorted by a man in what seemed to be a penguin suit. 

The whole idea had been for Grace’s parents to join them for the famous afternoon tea but they had taken on babysitting duties when Bora became ill last night and encouraged Grace & Seokjin to go and enjoy themselves. They were in London as part of BTS’ world tour and though they were only in London for a short period, there was no way Grace would miss out on taking Seokjin to what she knew would be an interesting experience. 

Dolled up to the nines in the proper dress code, walking past people who probably had more money than them combined and to a table for two near the pianist. The menu boggled Seokjin’s mind, not because it was all in English, but because of the many tea options alone. “Twenty,” he muttered to himself as he counted. And there was the food! There were six options of sandwiches, scones and clotted cream with jam, an assortment of cakes and pastries, and then champagne (three options!) or a glass of sherry.

“This is nuts,” he said causing Grace to chuckle.

“It’s the Ritz, what do you expect?” she asked, knowing how full-on an English afternoon tea would be. 

“Well, put it that way, champagne it is!”

YOONGI - THE PROMS

“What are you watching?”

Grace glanced up from where she was seated on the couch in the dorm’s living room, having the whole thing to herself, with a blanket wrapped around her legs. “What was that?”

“What are you watching?” Yoongi repeated himself, nodding in the direction of the screen while an empty coffee cup dangled in his hand. 

“Ah,” Grace started while propping herself up more. “This is BBC Proms. It’s an eight-week season of daily orchestral classical music concerts, mostly held at the Royal Albert Hall and this is the last night. They’ll start with the winding down part soon, which is full of British patriotic pieces.”

Yoongi looked to the screen and his cat eyes narrowed, hummed to himself then disappeared towards the kitchen.

Rolling her eyes, Grace shifted the blanket again so it was tight around her and paid no attention to the ghost boy. He came home from the studio an hour ago and the rest of the group were dotted around the dorms or out and about. Knowing she had time to indulge in something she used to watch as a kid growing up thanks to her mother and her love of classical music.

“Budge over.”

Yoongi’s voice startled her just as the conductor started to play the beginning notes of Edward Elgar’s Pomp & Circumstance March No.1. Yoongi reached over and grabbed the remote, whacking up the volume just a bit as he settled himself on the corner of the couch.

“Now, explain again and tell me what the piece of music is.”

HOBI - TEA

For Grace, getting British tea in South Korea was always hard in the early days. It had been one of her drinks of choice as an early adult and trying to find proper tea bags in a country that lived on coffee or iced coffee, it had become a nightmare and an expensive one at that when her mother was buying tea bags from London to come over to Seoul. And as a trainee, it was even harder when you were on a limited budget.

But now with her own money, Grace could indulge in her favourite tea. 

Though Hobi had no idea why he had been dragged along. He found himself at the Lotte Department store in Myeong-Dong, expecting some kind of shopping spree but he found himself, along with his noona and two bodyguards, outside the TWG Tea store. The racks were lined up with artisan-painted tea tins and there were bone china cups, and a sign boasted they had over 1000 varieties of tea. 

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m buying,” Grace grinned as she saw Hobi’s face fall at the idea of being in the shop for hours as she decided on her tea. But then again, it would be returning the favour over the countless of hours she had spent with Hobi, Jimin and Taehyung as they shopped for clothes. 

Half an hour later, which was down to the sales assistant more than Grace, there were two big paper bags in the hands of one bodyguard.

“Are you stocked up for the year?” Hobi grinned but that soon dropped by Grace’s answer. 

“A year? More like two months.”

NAMJOON - COUNTRYSIDE

They were all back together as an eight and the tightness in Namjoon’s chest eased with each passing moment that he could look at all his members in the face without there being strict military controls. And the tightness eased more when they were allowed some time off to be together as a group again as well as individual time off to just get back to what was considered normal.

Grace, their noona, had announced one evening that she had organised a week's trip for the eight of them. There was a PowerPoint presentation and everything which Seokjin and Yoongi had giggled at and got a pointed stare in return. A trip to Grace’s mother country, where she would drive them from London to Manchester, her hometown, go through England’s countryside and then back to London where they would fly home. A car had already been rented, though it was more a van when they saw it in person, but it fitted them all comfortably and their suitcases.

Namjoon was up front for their journey from Manchester across Yorkshire where they would spend the night in a cottage in the Yorkshire Dales and then down to the Cotswolds. They had managed to fit in quite a bit already on their trip and their phones had been overloaded with photos. 

The greenery, rambling hills, the stone walls, narrow roads where Namjoon gripped the armrest every time they turned a corner, but the scenery spoke so many words and he spent most of the time staring out the window. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Namjoon glanced over at Grace, still in the driver’s seat but she was the one with the most experience driving in England, and shook his head. “Nothing, noona. Just enjoying the countryside. Thank you for bringing us.”

“No problem, Joon. Just make sure you write a song at the end of it.”

JIMIN - ROAST DINNER

Ever since Jimin’s period of dieting and the consequence of what happened afterwards, roast dinners on a Sunday had become a common thing at the Bangtan dorm. However, the more popular they got, the less time they actually spent at home and more in hotel rooms across the world and each Sunday disappeared without there being a roast dinner. 

They had been home less than six hours and early in the morning, Jimin woke to the sound of movement in the kitchen. Knowing it was probably someone getting a snack or a drink (likely coffee due to jet lag), he rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. But these sounds sounded different and instantly he got a whiff of something. 

“Roast dinner,” he whispered to himself and like a dart, he was out of bed and down the hallway. 

Of course, it was too early for there to be a roast dinner but as he got closer to the kitchen and the smells, he could see his noona (showered, dressed and looking fresher than any of them which was a feat in itself since she had four hours sleep) chopping away at the carrots.

“Is it roast dinner day?” Jimin softly asked, not wanting Grace to jump out of her skin.

She jumped anyway but luckily no fingers or carrots were hurt in the process. “I know it’s a Wednesday and we just got home but since we haven’t been home in awhile or eaten homemade food, I thought now would be a good opportunity before we have to leave again.”

The chicken, a full one, was in the oven and he could see the lamb had already been cooked from where it was on the counter. Potatoes, peas, broccoli and the gravy had yet to be tackled so with the energy that he didn’t have before, Jimin rushed to the shower, got changed and got back to the kitchen to help his noona with the vegetables. 

TAEHYUNG - SHAKESPEARE

“By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”

“Macbeth.”

The frustrated sigh caused Grace to smile to herself. Taehyung had found a Shakespeare play book during one of their outings and while he knew enough English to get by, he translated some of the words into Korean so it was slightly easier to understand. And now he was quizzing their resident born and bred British girl to see if she knew what quote he sprouted off matched to which play. 

So far, she was winning.

“Let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.”

That made Grace pause and she frowned to herself, trying to remember all her Shakespeare from international high school and from her homeschooling. However, before she could get to the answer, Namjoon had beaten her to it.

“Much Ado About Nothing.”

“Hyung!”

“Thanks Joon,” Grace laughed as she reached over to high five him. Taehyung pouted and flicked through the pages to try and find something harder. 

“What’s going on?” Namjoon asked, eyes wide at the size of the book. 

“Tae is currently quizzing me on my memory of Shakespeare and if I can remember certain quotes from the plays. So far we’ve had Macbeth, Julius Caesar, Hamlet, Richard III and the Tempest and I’ve guessed those ones, apart from yours just now.”

Namjoon chuckled just as Taehyung found the play he was looking for and just before he could pick a line, Grace stood up and patted the young man’s shoulder. “Tae, as much as I love to do this with you, your noona has lunch to figure out. So parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.”

Taehyung watched open-mouthed as his noona left the living room and his eyes darted to Namjoon who sighed, “That was from Romeo and Juliet.”

JUNGKOOK - ACCENT

“Buggering hell!”

Jungkook was startled out of his daydreaming by a clear British accent coming from down the hallway and one of the bedrooms. “You alright, noona?”

“Oh for fuck sake,” came the response which made Jungkook laugh and stand up, heading in the direction of where the swearing was coming from.

Grace had been unpacking her room for the past couple of hours and she had been trying to hang some of her photos in frames on the wall using those stick and peel things but she was either reading the instructions wrong or she was an idiot because nothing was working.

“Your accent is hilarious noona,” Jungkook said as he took the picture off her and with ease of the Golden Maknae, stuck the picture to the wall. 

She sighed and pouted at the wall, resting her hands on her hips. “How was that easy for you and I couldn’t figure the bloody thing out,” there was a mix of Korean and English there which had Jungkook doubled over with laughter.

“Listen,” she gently whacked his shoulder. “Stop laughing at your noona and help her out. And just watch when your Busan satoori enters the picture.”

Jungkook chuckled to himself as he did as instructed, putting the pictures in place while not cursing. However, the voice behind him which exclaimed “Oh you arsehole” had him on his knees in seconds. While it wasn’t exactly a satoori, just hearing his prim and proper noona curse in her British accent had him doubled over for hours afterwards and he went around the dorm, repeating the words to himself while giggling. 

[gold-onthe-inside]

deck the halls

who? spencer reid (s7) x oc (piper bishop)

summary: caving in to the norm of the street, piper and spencer decorate the house, but their neighbours are total assholes about it.

word count: 1.2k

content warnings: electricity theft? bitchy neighbours?

"I cannot believe we're falling prey to normative culture," Piper complained, setting the box of decorations on the end table in the hall as Spencer closed the door.

"Hey, you're the one with the vendetta against the Richards," he replied, walking over with his own box. "I couldn't care less about what our front yard looks like on Christmas."

"Uh-huh, you were singing a very different tune on Halloween," she said, pointing at him and he screwed up his lips.

"He taunted my jack-o-lanterns," Spencer said, pouting. "What was I supposed to do?"

"How about not using an EMP to take out their mechanical witches?" Piper asked, pulling out string lights to strategize on where to put them.

"It's clearly cheating!" Spencer protested and Piper rolled her eyes.

"There aren't any rules saying they can't have--"

"Professionally made decorations?" Spencer asked. "They should! It's classist!"

"Who is they?" Piper asked, gesturing with string lights, her eyes narrowed. "The neighbourhood? This is DC. Of course, they're classist."

"I'm just saying, the Richards win every year and it's unfair," he replied. "We handmade all of our decorations on Halloween. All they do is put an order in. It's all garish and horrible--"

"Spencer, I swear, if you cause a power outage on Christmas, I will not defend you from the police," Piper told him and Spencer sighed, helping by sorting baubles for the tree.

"Does it count if we're putting up lights on a cherry tree?" Spencer asked and Piper sighed, closing her eyes.

"I am not bringing a real tree into our house," she said. "Neither you nor I have the upper body strength for that."

"Scrooge," he retorted with a small smile, watching her pull out tiny snowmen.

"That doesn't look safe. At all," Spencer said, his brow knitted in concern as he braced Piper who stood precariously on the porch railing, wrapping green tinsel around the post and hooking it.

"Try the lights?" Piper asked, leaning back slightly and Spencer let go to flick the switch, the string lights twisted around the tinsel lighting up. "Perfect," she said, jumping off the railing. "One down, 7 more to go."

"Good God," Spencer groaned, pushing the box to the next column with his foot. "Why are we doing this again?"

"Social norms," Piper replied, climbing up onto the railing again and holding out her hand for him to hand her the next garland. "Did you see Colette's face when we were the only house without any decorations last year?"

"Tell her we were too busy catching serial killers to spend all day decorating for a holiday neither of us celebrate," he replied, pursing his lips. "Why is it so important for these people to like us?" he asked as she wrapped the garland around the column.

"The same reason you get the popular kids to like you in high school," Piper replied, hooking the end of the garland on a clip. "It makes life easier."

Spencer helped her down, then kissed her nose to make her smile. "This isn't high school. You can't social engineer your way into getting the Richards to like us."

"But if they did like us, they'd stop being assholes to us," Piper replied, grabbing another garland from the box and heading towards the third column, and Spencer sighed, following her.

"You think Christmas decorations are gonna get them to like us?" he asked. "Do you not remember the giant inflatable Frankenstein they had on Halloween? These people have nothing better to do with their lives than show off."

"I think not sticking out like a sore thumb would help," Piper said, hopping up onto the railing and Spencer braced her.

"Please don't break your ankle doing this," he pleaded and she chuckled.

"I've tackled unsubs underwater, this is nothing." She wrapped the garland around the pole, then moved to do the last one on the front side of the porch. She's not tall enough to do the hanging snowflake lights, so it's Spencer standing on a stool that Piper braces as he hooks the hanging snowflakes from one end of the porch to the other.

"Maybe next year we can do Christmas ghosts," Spencer was saying as he slid off the stool carefully, Piper's attention drawn to the figure walking up to their house.

"Speaking of a Dickens villain," Piper muttered, forcing a smile as Colette Richards walked over to their porch.

"So, I see you're joining the rest of us this year," Colette said, smiling smugly, a gaudy gold bracelet on her bony wrist and wearing a dress worthy of the Real Housewives of New Jersey, carrying a cardboard box with clear plastic on the top to see what was inside, red and white striped ribbon tying it together.

"All about the Christmas spirit, right?" Piper asked while Spencer stood around awkwardly, his lips forming a line in what was an attempt at a polite smile.

"Well, speaking of the spirit," Colette said, offering the box with a simpering smile, "we made some extra cookies this year. Seeing as you both work so hard, I'm sure you haven't the time to actually bake. So you can have some of ours."

"Gee, thanks," Piper said, accepting the box, doing her best not to sound dry, and Colette settled her hand on Piper's wrist.

"And if you need any help with Christmas dinner, please let me know," she insisted. "I'm sure we'll have our share of leftovers to give out. Usually, half our dinner ends up going to some Salvation Army thing anyway--"

"That's so kind of you," Piper interrupted her. "But I think we'll be fine."

"If you say so, honey," Colette said, patting her wrist sympathetically. "Have a lovely Christmas."

"You too," Piper said, her cheeks tiring of forcing a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Dr Reid," Colette said to Spencer, flashing him a flirty smile before walking away and Piper dropped her smile.

"Still don't want me to take their power out?" Spencer asked quietly and she huffed.

"Light the fucking house on fire if you have to," she retorted, walking back inside to cool off.

Piper was washing up after dinner when Spencer called for her to come outside. Wiping her hands quickly, she darted out to the porch, forgetting her coat, and so she huddled into Spencer, hugging herself, noticing Metro PD cars on their street. "What's going on?" she asked, shivering slightly.

"Electricity theft," Spencer said, smirking a little. "Apparently, that's how the Richards power all their decorations."

"What?" Piper asked, looking at him, then watching the cops taking both Colette and Nicol Richards into custody, pulling them out in handcuffs and she did her best to hide a shit eating grin.

"I knew it was fishy how they could power all that stuff," he said, gesturing to the giant inflatable Santa that was starting to whine and crumple in on itself as the cops cut the power to the house. Piper looked at Spencer, narrowing her eyes at him.

"What did you do?" she asked and Spencer shrugged, his face sheepish.

"I may have done a little investigating. Nicol Richards is an electrical engineer. Hacking into the power grid is child's play."

Piper snickered, snuggling into his warmth. "I love you, you know that?"

He kissed her hair, rubbing her arm. "Love you too. Come on, I wanna watch the Nightmare Before Christmas."

"You're so obsessed with Tim Burton movies," she said, following him back into their warm, elegantly decorated house.

[veryace-ficrecs]

Trent/Ted Lasso Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)  

Part 2 here

if the years are all gone by marcaskane (commanderdameron) - Rated T

Nearly two decades before Rebecca Welton hires Ted Lasso as AFC Richmond's new manager, Trent Crimm spends a semester abroad in the midwestern United States. Everything unfolds a little bit differently from there. 

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered by mardia - Rated E

Ted Lasso: Schrodinger's Witch.

Or, the one where AFC Richmond are leading the Premier League table, and Trent Crimm and the rest of the British press are slowly losing their minds as a result.

 i don't joke about crushing balls by orphan_account - Rated T

The sight is so bizarre, so out of place that for a minute, Roy’s not sure what he’s looking at. Trent (Crimm, the Independent) looks just as shocked as Roy feels. He’s wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, stupid hair ridiculously mussed, and he’s holding a mug of steaming coffee. 

turn and face the strange by rockinhamburger - Rated M

Trent is writing a book, so he's in the room, generally, whilst [AFC Richmond's magical season] fucking happens. 

The Hair and the Whole Vibe by TheWitchsCat - Not Rated

Ted notices Trent Crimm's hair and it's all downhill from there. An exploration of their relationship as it moves from casual to not. Romance and pining and fluff and soft smut for these sweet boys. 

'cause all i want to do is by punk_rock_yuppie - Rated T

Trent didn’t even pause to say good morning, which has become an indelible part of their morning routine (if you ask Ted) since he joined Richmond under the guise of writing a tell-all book.

Clearly, something is very wrong

orange marmalade by arrowxsun - Rated T

or: Trent Crimm comes home to find Ted Lasso waiting for him

“Sorry I’m late mum, traffic was hell and—oh”

Ted Lasso was right in front of him, wearing the apron Trent’s mum got him for Christmas. Trent couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“You’re not my mum” he said.

Wow. That was. Wow. He was a writer, a pretty renowned one for fuck’s sake, couldn’t he come up with something better?

Today wasn’t really Trent Crimm’s day.

Ted Lasso smiling at him like that sure wasn’t helping.

Pen Names and Pining by I_wouldnt_be_one_of_them - Rated M

Trent is a fan of cosy mystery novels. His favorite author is Dora Lariat, a Midwestern American who has recently moved to London and writes themes ranging from baking to football. For some reason Ted Lasso seems very interested by this fact. 

semaphore by trentcrimminallybeautiful (biDEMONium) - Rated T

Four bracelets and thirteen mugs later, Colin might have finally gotten the hint. Because it was directly pointed out by a crowd of himbos, but you know, still! We got there! Right?! Right?! 

PRE-ORDER NOW by spqr - Rated M

“I can’t send this to the publisher,” his agent announces, before Trent can even say hello. “Are you serious, Trent? If this is some sort of joke, I don’t get it—”

“It’s not a joke,” he says levelly, pouring himself a second scotch. “I’m being professional, that’s all. If I wrote a book about my mother I’d have to disclose she was my mother.”

 “Interestingly, the identity of your mother would not fetch quite so many headlines as you being in hopeless gay love with a Premier League manager—”

“No need for the ‘gay’ part,” Trent tells her. “Just ‘hopeless love’ will do, thanks.”

Lies, Damned Lies, and Lies to Journalists by gutterandthestars - Rated T

"It’s bad," says Rebecca, "because Trent Crimm is a very good journalist and knows you just bullshitted him right to his face. Which means..."

“He doesn’t believe I had food poisoning?”

“That’s highly likely,” agrees Rebecca. “And that means….”

“Means you’re fucked,” says Roy, appearing in the doorway. “Because now he’s not writing a story that reads ‘Richmond Coach Shits Himself’, he’s investigating a story he assumes is so embarrassing it’s worth your while to try and cover it up by pretending you shit yourself. And since that is already pretty fucking embarrassing, he’s thinks he’s onto something big.”

===

A little exploration of how this could have panned out, and why. With eventual kissing!

Season 2 Episode 9 comes on on Friday - I'm clutching my emotions tightly.

A day in the life by GrantaireandHisBottle - Rated T

‘I saw you with a man bun once, it really suits ya. Your hair in general is very nice but the man bun is twelve out of ten. Just saying!’

Trent blinks. ‘Thank you?’

‘You’re welcome,’ the golden retriever personification in Lasso nods and walks back to his own desk. Trent casts a glance at Beard’s empty chair, almost hoping to see some silent explanation of what the hell this was about.

Drawn Sunflowers by ItsClydeBitches - Rated T

This just in, his mind whispered, tone both exacerbated and snide. Local ex-journalist enamored with middle-aged man writing in a journal. Can his life get any more pathetic? Tune in at 11:00 to find out!

Fuck, but he shouldn’t have drank last night. Coming out to Colin had been bad enough. Pairing that with alcohol, mere hours before he’d spend the day in an enclosed space with Ted Lasso, was stupidity, plain and simple.

Still, nothing to do but shoulder ahead. So Trent cleared his throat, wincing at how rough his voice was.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Boxes by BrilliantlyHorrid - Rated T

“Excuse me, Coach Lasso, could I have a word?” Trent asked, tamping down the butterflies in his belly as Ted Lasso gave him his full attention.

Ted put his thumb and pointer finger under his chin for a moment thoughtfully before snapping his fingers and pointing at Trent.

“Archipelago."

Takes place after 3x07

***

Colin and Trent come out to the team. It goes well but things get weird.

off the handle by trentcrimminallybeautiful (biDEMONium) - Rated T   

Ted lets himself be angry, kisses the man of his dreams, accidentally makes said man of his dreams cry, acquires a boyfriend, and smashes some shit with Trent Crimm in a parking lot at 3 am. Not in that order. No one ask where Coach Beard got those mugs.

(The man of his dreams, the acquired boyfriend, and Trent Crimm all happen to be the same person. This is a surprise to no one but Ted and Trent Crimm himself.)

Tasteful Treasures by speccygeekgrrl - Rated G

Trent hoards the myriad facts he's learned about Ted safely in his mind, where no one can see just how deep his fascination runs. Those facts spawn theories, including one that Trent puts to the test: how much of Ted's hatred of tea is because no one's bothered to dress it up to his taste? 

 i'll lend it to you if you treat it tenderly by premortem - Rated T

“I knew,” Trent began cautiously, “that after the… incident, the one I stitched together on that godforsaken flash drive, that the sign had to have been carefully repaired and hung back up very deliberately to keep anyone from finding out what had happened. I knew that it worked for months, which probably required someone keeping an eye on it to make sure one half wasn’t slipping. I knew that someone had to have already known the sign was torn in order to put it back up, and I knew that you didn’t react with as much shock or hurt as I’d expected when we showed you the tapes.”

Ted’s eyes refused to meet his. They were focused on a spot of sauce on the floor, which he was scraping at with the toe of his sneaker as if that could fix the blemish. It was nothing short of painful to watch Ted fold into himself like this. But Trent had committed almost all the way to this confrontation; at this point, he had no choice but to drop the other shoe and get it over with.

“And I, um. I saw the security footage of you spending hours to make sure it seemed perfect,” he finished with a shuddered exhale.  “Would you like to comment?”

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret by laiqualaurelote - Rated T

“Ted,” he says, mouth dry.

“Trent,” says Ted.

“Is this a date?” says Trent stupidly.

“Trent Crimm, bringing that heat.” Ted still hasn’t withdrawn his hand.

They’re standing in the street outside Ted’s flat where any tosser in Richmond could gawk at them. Trent hasn’t blanked so hard since his first press conference at Man United, where Alex Ferguson insulted his hair. His mouth, trained by years of journalistic habit, says on autopilot: “Follow-up question.”

In 48 hours, Trent Crimm lands a scoop, implodes his career and makes some drastic life decisions. And then there's the aftermath. And Ted, of course.

Winning Over Journalists by PrincessAmonRae - Rated G

"I violated journalistic integrity."

"Not why you resigned, I know that part, I meant why did you violate journalistic integrity?" Trent is briefly flummoxed and muses on the fact that this has turned into a true role reversal. "You're a good journalist Trent and you wouldn't have tossed that away for nothing. Not just outta respect."

"Well fuck." Trent reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose before resigning himself to the embarrassment he is about to endure. "I had hoped your stubborn American politeness would have allowed us to dance around this issue."

All the Time in the World by one_true_houselight - Rated T

Ted has a heart attack, and Trent is the only one there.

[tasavvur-e-jaana]

A Gondi Christmas

yet another old fic. @ronaldofandom aap bohot mehnat karvaate ho. hope you remember what you commented :))

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Everything seemed to be in order. Just like he had discussed with Ram. But the gond warrior was thrumming with nervous energy. What if she doesn’t like it? What if it is not up to the mark? What if she finds it offensive? She must have had grand and opulent and intricate events before this. What if this seems childish and dull and bland in comparison? I should have spent more. If not monetarily, then in efforts. Ughh! This is not where it is supposed to be! Bheem walks around and adjusts the ornaments for a thousandth time. 

“Annayaa! Leave it be!” came an irked voice from behind him. Lacchu dragged him by his arm outside. “You’ll spoil it now if you fuss about it more! Trust me. She will love it.” The younger man assured him with a gentler tone. Bheem looked at his friend. The one who had helped him with the decor. The one who had actually listened to Ram’s instructions for the first time and followed them to a T without making any fuss just because he knew how much this meant to Bheem. 

Bheem smiled at him, a beaming smile that Lacchu reflected without missing a beat. He wrapped his arm around Lacchu’s shoulders, his closest friend, his little brother. He had heard about this strange winter solstice festival that the British celebrated for the first time from Jenny, not catching much but the word Christmas had been etched in his mind. As she was rambling about how it was, what people normally did, what they ate, cogs had been turning in Bheem’s mind. It had been almost nine months that she had been staying with them. 

A self-imposed exile she had chosen for herself after the whole debacle, no longer wanting to ally with her own people in any form. Wanting to be a part of the revolution- she had cited her reasons, and her usefulness if she were to join them. She could give them insight into the workings of the Empire, teach the revolutionaries their language so that they could fit in better and how she would be an asset to them and not a liability. Deep down, they both knew it was more than that though, and Bheem would have been ecstatic about her living with him anyway. However, he also knew Jenny was remorseful and a girl with self-respect. She would hate for herself to impose on the tribe, needing a purpose like everyone else who had joined the cause in one way or another. There was a deep-seated need in her to be accepted in the tribe, to be useful in every way possible. 

Who was Bheem to deny her that? Who was Bheem to her anyway? Yes, they were friends, and yes he wanted more. But did she? Lacchu had called him a fool and threatened to throw a stone at his thick skull when he confessed his doubts about it to him. His exact words being, “How can a person as smart as you be so dumb? How can you, someone who can spot a tiger hiding yards away can not see her love for you? TELL HER! Do something nice for her in this Christmas festival she celebrates and TELL HER!!! Or I’ll hit you with the same tree over your head.”

Thus, had begun thorough research on Bheem’s part about what the festival was with help of local library resources from the city and a long series of multiple letters exchanged with Ram followed by a week of intense preparation in the time when he was visiting a few days before December 25th. Through all this, Lacchu had been a dedicated assistant, pitching in the most amazing ideas. Who knew the guy was a genius in arts and craft? 

“Thank you, Lacchu!” the curly haired man turned, holding Lacchu’s shoulders in a firm grip and squeezing once. “Really! This wouldn’t have been possible without your help. You’re the best chinna anyone can ask for!” His eyes grew misty as Bheem showered him with compliments. 

The whole process of preparation had helped Lacchu grow closer to his anna. His best friend. Since a while, it had been as if there was a chasm of formality between them that had been growing wider, especially after the entry of new people in Bheem’s life. Like Jenny. And Ram. Although Lacchu garnered nothing but love and respect for Jenny unlike his unscathed loathing towards the latter, he had still been aloof. More and more with each passing day. Of course he never let any of his emotions surface, he didn’t want Bheem to feel guilty or even sad, but it did hurt that the one person he considered his best friend, the one who had been his ideal, the one who had always been with him almost 24x7 from childhood: he now had to share with others. People who mattered to Bheem more than Lacchu now, the younger man was cast aside. 

Lacchu blinked away the tears on the verge of forming beneath his lids and shook the melancholic thoughts away. Christmas was supposed to be about joy, and today was not about him. He shooed Bheem away, “Now go! Bring her in before she suspects anything. I don’t know how much longer Malli can keep the suspense and stall her class seeing as she herself is throbbing with excitement more than any of us.” A smile gracing his lips at the retreating back of anxious Bheem. 

…

“Bheem! Please remove the blind-fold now.” Jenny urged as she was led in via a soft grip on her arm by the gond man. “What is it that you wanted to show me anyway? I was in the middle of my last evening class!” She chastised him for rushing her so. 

“Just a few more steps please. And stop being so dramatic! It was the end of your session and you know it.” Bheem retorted. 

A couple more steps and Jenny felt the warmth of the hut. It was not cold in these parts in the winters, especially not to her tastes, but there was a nip in the air tonight. The feel of grass beneath her slippers was gone, replaced with hardened ground. She felt Bheem let go of her, the black fabric sliding away from her eyes in a swift motion. She blinked a couple of times, her eyes adjusting to the light. 

Her imagination had been running amok as to what it would be that Bheem wanted to surprise her with. And the whole blind-fold thing was as juvenile as it was unnecessary in her mind but enchantingly endearing because it was Bheem. She could not refuse his doe-eyes and that puppy face when he had requested her to comply and that it was important to create a dramatic effect. Even Malli was hopping up and down, gushing about how she would love it. However, in the wildest of her imaginations, she had not been prepared for the sight that greeted her. 

It was her hut, alright. The room had been lit with diyas, and a five feet tree laden with all sorts of trinkets and ornaments stood in the middle of it. It was a Christmas tree alright, but it wasn’t pine or fir, it was created from bamboo. An almost exact replica of a Doulgas fir. The branches, the intricately woven bamboo straws that were made into branches and cut in tiny sharp formation of leaves. It had been painted dark green and soft, white cotton spores scattered on it resembling the snowflakes. The tree was ordained from little trinkets all around, some resembling the ornaments she was familiar with but made from painting wooden balls in various hues of reds and indigo. Strings of beads and tiny knitted red socks were hanging from branches, gifting life and even more colour to it. It was the most beautiful thing she’d seen.

In her admiration, she almost did not notice the painting on the side wall. It was unmistakably Santa but instead of riding in the snow, he was riding in the forests surrounded by teaks and bamboo and blooming cassia. The sledge was driven by sambars and nilgais- the animals native to the forest that had gradually started to become her home. She put her hand covering her mouth as she chuckled wetly, unaware of the tears that had begun to form in her eyes. 

“Happy Christmas!” The familiar, deep baritone startled her. She turned around and crashed into Bheem with a force that sent him reeling a couple of steps back, her hands falling around his neck, her face buried in his chest. Bheem regained his balance in a second, his hands reflexively going around her waist to encompass her in his arms. The warmth of her, the scent of her enveloping him in a heavenly bubble. 

It was a long time before they separated, Jenny reluctantly let him go, but not fully, still clasping his hands in hers. “Bheem!” she began, only to be interrupted by a sob, words lodged in her throat, her heart so full with love and admiration and happiness; she thought she would burst. 

“What happened Jenny?” Bheem asked, worry lacing his eyes, his smile fading as he witnessed tears in her those light brown, gold speckled orbs. “I know this is not as grandiose or perfect or ornate as it should be. And perhaps not accurate at all. I just-” 

He was cut off by a delicate palm against his lips. Jenny shook her head, composing herself, compelling her brain to sort out words for the normally the bravest idiot standing in front of her who was always unsure and apprehensive about himself when it came to them. “Bheem,” she took a deep breath, “This is the most beautiful Christmas tree I’ve seen in my life. I don’t care about opulence anymore, you should know that by now! This-” she pointed all around, “this gesture from you means more than all the comfort, all the parties to me.”

“Well, it was not all me. Lacchu and Ram and Malli and Loki were a huge help!” Bheem sheepishly added. “I couldn’t have done it without them!”

Jenny laughed, a pearly little sound that resonated deep within Bheem’s heart tugging at the strings in the most touching was possible. “Ok then! All of them. I love everything about this! The creativity, the innovation, the touch of your culture, your home.” She lowered her eyes, her hands playing with Bheem’s fingers as she demurely added. “Which has become a home to me too. And it is all because of you.” Her breath quivered as she uttered the final words that Bheem was gathering courage to voice for some weeks now. “I love you, Bheem.” Her hands slipped away from his, she took a step back as if giving him space, bracing herself for rejection. 

She had not at all anticipated to confound him like this. Nonetheless, the words were always on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill out. This was the last thing she expected from him. She had told him all about home and London in one of their late night talks, the conversation inadvertently taking turn to festivals. She had gone on and on about Christmas, her favourite time of the year- the joyous spirit of it, the decorative rituals and the tales of her childhood. She could not believe that he remembered a random babble from months ago. 

Memories rushed back on seeing all of this. She had come to live here, yes, but she also missed home, the festival, the food. Especially around this season. Not that she had disclosed it to anyone but one cannot just uproot their origins that easily. She had been feeling bouts of homesickness, sketching more and more paintings depicting snowy landscapes, scenes from nativity in her free time. It was a coping mechanism that helped. More than that, she kept herself insanely busy, encircled by the people she’d come to know and who had accepted her into their folds. 

A warm breath fanned her cheeks as a finger curled under her chin, making her gaze directly into the brown, honey dipped supernovas that took her breath away each time with their infinite depths and unending intensity. Looking at them, she caught a glimpse of the raw emotions swimming in those orbs. She could clearly discern love, adoration, affection, and a hundred other emotions, and she knew it was the right choice that she’d made. Coming here, confessing, leaving everything behind on a whim was worth it. This wonderful, gorgeous human being in front of her loved her with the same ferocity, if not more. And with that last thought, she let herself relax.

“Jenny! I- I,” Bheem stuttered, his heart beating a mile a minute, his uneven breath, his eyes searching the depths of Jenny’s souls as if he would find the next words written there. “It’s okay.” She soothed him, “I know. Take your time.” 

“No! I want to say it. I need to say it.” 

She nodded. Waited with all the patience in the world for Bheem to assemble his thoughts, his words. She understood it was hard to let out those words for him as it was tough to keep them in for her. Bheem had always been a man of action after all. 

“I never thought I would meet someone as beautiful and kind as you. Seeing you, interacting with you, I was always afraid initially. We were on opposite sides, in every sense of the word. You from a land far away, a princess who grew up in castles and me, a mere commoner, someone who is working to end the empire that was your home, a classic cliche of star-crossed love that has all the earmarks of a tragic ending. I was terrified the first time you set foot in the village, leaving everything behind and coming to stay here. I was afraid if you would be able to adjust, if the people would accept you, if I would be forced to choose between you and my people, my revolution. But the grace with which you handled the transition while I was a complete and utter mess, how could have not fallen for you? You left me no choice but to fall in love with you more and more with each passing day, each passing hour. I only hope I can be worthy of your love.”

Jenny hit him on his bicep at that. “You idiot! Come here!” She placed her palms on his jaw, closing the distance between them, capturing Bheem’s lips in a soft yet intimate kiss as one hand snaked around to the curls at the back of his head. A giddy feeling enveloped the man as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up a little, deepening the kiss by tilting his head. 

They flung apart like live wires having the same charge at the sound of a clearing throat. Jenny was the darkest shade of crimson as she turned away from the entrance where Lacchu stood, a wide smirk on his face, eye dancing with mirth as Bheem snapped at him to hide his own embarrassment. Both wanted the earth to split and swallow them whole. “WHAT?” He growled, feigning all the irritation he could muster. 

“Everyone is waiting with the sweets and gifts!” He reigned the laughter that was waiting to spill at his anna’s cost. It was sweet to see the always confident and courageous Bheem be a swiveling mess in front of Jenny. It was not a huge deal as Bheem was making it out to be, it was just a kiss for god’s sake, but the younger man would now not leave any chance to fluster Bheem. It was fun, just like the good old days. 

“Oh, okay, you go we’ll follow!” Bheem had barely recovered, not wanting the others to wait. He had already hogged Jenny for too long. They had all the time in the world now.

“So, I assume she liked the gift?” Lacchu winked, grinning widely as Bheem slammed the door on his face, his face becoming hot all over again with Jenny splintering into a giggle beside him. 

//

hope anyone who is still in the fandom and is reading it likes it.

[rosslynchsslut]

Christmas Lights (Chris Sturniolo x Reader)

Summary: Chris and you are putting up Christmas lights, but Chris is pretty distracted by the super short pyjama shorts you're wearing.

WARNING: smutty, makes out sesh, p in v, overstim, pet names (mamas, baby, ma), soft dom!Chris, minors dni, 18+, Chris has a thing for your thighs kinda?, fluffy, unprotected sex (fem is on the pill, always be protected)

Chris's P.O.V

Y/N had been trying to put up lights since Thanksgiving barely fucking ended. She was a Christmas girl, everything had to be decorated by December the 1st and I had to be the one to help her with the task of untangling the lights and putting ornaments on the tree on the spots she couldn't reach. But plans changed ridiculously, I had to go to LA the on the 1st, so I couldn't help her decorate. Now, its the 12th and Matt's driving me over to her place. I decided to send her a heads up that I was coming home.

Me: hey bby, I'm omw

Baby💕: srsly? Today?

Me: yep

Baby💕: good, missed u. be home soon stay safe

Me: I will

I couldn't help the dumbass smile that I tried to fight off my face from forming. She was sweet for no reason all the time basically, it made me feel like more of a douchebag than usual.

Matt pulled up to Y/N's house that was already brightly lit up with colorful lights. The lights were on inside too, I thought she'd be in bed it was pretty late. "'Kay, thanks for the ride Matt." I quickly said gathering my shit and hopping out of the car without waiting for Matt's response. I quickly walked up to the front door and knocked, eager to get out of the cold and into the arms of my awesome girlfriend. I heard her giggling and tripping over air probably and I felt a smile creep onto my face yet again. The door swung open abruptly and she squealed before hurling herself at me. As we were hugging, I couldn't tell if she was crying or laughing or both. "God Chris, I missed you so much you idiot!" "I missed you to, ma." I carried her through the doorway and kicked the front door closed behind me. And my jaw dropped. The house looked amazing and totally decorated for Christmas. Lights lined every fucking corner and there was a gigantic Christmas tree by the couch with already presents underneath. "You like it?" She asked, kissing my cheek while wrapping her arms around my waist. "You did all this by yourself?" I breathed out, knowing very well she did I just loved messing with her. She held her chest in faux-offense "Uh duh, I live alone Chris. But its not done coz I still have to hang these lights up near the ceiling." She grabbed a stack of lights from the couch and only then did I notice how short her shorts were. Her short ass had to stand on her tip toes to reach the edge of the wall and when she did her shorts rode up revealing the curve of her ass, and I wanted to take her right there.

Y/N's P.O.V

I curse God for making me so goddamn short, it made Christmas decorating so much harder than it had to be. I was so close to hooking the light on the thin nail when I felt the large, warm hands of my boyfriend sneak around my back to rest on my abdomen underneath my shirt. I hummed in annoyance trying once again to hang the lights on the almost fucking invisible nail while Chris began to mouth at my neck. "Oh my god, Chris! You're amazing and awesome but I really want to get these up tonight." I half-giggled half-seriously told him. His lips were warm and comforting like his hands and I missed him so much that I admit I am definitely touch starved. He didn't stop the activity of his lips on my neck, and he began to rub soothing circles on my stomach. "God I love you, C-" I interrupted myself with a quiet moan as his tongue licks from my earlobe to where my neck and shoulder meet, he laughs at my reaction and smiles against my skin. He continues to nibble and suck my sweet spot causing me to lay head back on his shoulder and moan again with more intensity. He moves his hands from my stomach to take the lights from my hands and throw them carelessly away from us. I take the opportunity to spin around and press my lips against his, both of us groaning at the contact. Soon after the kiss becomes teeth, spit and tongue fighting for dominance over the kiss. I grab a fist ful of Chris's shirt and walk him forward to the couch, lay him down and straddle him without parting our sloppy kiss. I really wanna suck his dick so fucking bad right now.

Chris's P.O.V

When Y/N threw me back on the couch, I felt my dick twitch. She was so sexy but not in charge. I removed my lips from hers, a string of saliva connecting between our mouths. She already looked fucked out, face flushed, pupils blown wide and hair a complete mess. She was beautiful like this and I liked how no one else could see her like this. When she tried to kiss me again, I grabbed her hair gently giving her a reminder of who was really in charge. Her moan and nod were incredibly sexy and it went straight to my dick. I pulled her by her hair into a needy kiss, i wanted to feel her everywhere. Again I detached from the kiss and took off her shirt and bra, while she struggled to pop the buttons to my jeans. I laughed aloud a she bent down to use her teeth to get the metal button out of the fabric hole. "The one time you wanna wear jeans! Are you gonna help me asshole?" Her glare made me laugh again and I moved her head away from the jeans and unbuttoned them easily. Her face was adorable, filled with disbelief and betrayal. "Lay back for me mamas, let me see you." I whispered as I took off my jeans fully. Doing as told, Y/N laid on her back half naked and a horny expression on her face. I gave her a once over and bent over her to kiss her, my hands sneaking up her shorts to feel her wetness, she wasn't wearing any panties. I let a moan slip from my lips as I dragged my fingers through her slickness. Her gasps egged me on, and I slipped in two fingers. Almost instantly her back arched off the couch and a heavenly moan fell from her agape mouth. I began to be painfully aware of my growing hard-on in my boxers as I fingered her pussy. I think I could just cum in my underwear on the fact she was moaning so loudly and her back was arching so beautifully. "Louder baby, let me hear you." I urged her on as she began to gasp "ahh fuck, fuck" over and over signaling that she's close to her climax so I removed my fingers. "What the fuck? Yunno I was close!" She sat up on her elbows to stare me in the eyes, but I wasn't threatened. Instead maintaining the eye contact, I put the fingers that were giving her so much pleasure in my mouth moaning at the taste of her pretty pussy. Her mouth fell open again with a gasp of "Fuck" and I scoffed.

Y/N's P.O.V

When he scoffed, I swear I got wetter than before. Seeing Chris lick me off of his finger I loved so much did so many things to me and I felt like begging for his dick inside of me. I didn't know if I could take this anymore. "Chrissy, please fuck the shit outta me. I miss you, bub." The innocence in my voice tied with the nickname I could tell did something to him because his dick twitched and his pupils flooded with a newfound lust. He took off his boxers and I almost drooled, his pretty cock to finally freed from the black constraints of his underwear. "You wanna beg me again, mama?" His voice was whiny and filled with need but still so dark and sexy that I felt like I could've came. "Fuck me," I licked my lips, "Pretty please, baby." He whispered a "fucking god" and he snatched my shorts off. Finally, I was getting what I wanted for 11 days. "Yes, yes, yes" I whispered like a mantra and he jerked himself a couple times before aligning his leaky pink tip with my drooling entrance. He bit his lip and slid in, my back arched immediately. The pleasure-pain mix was so delicious my toes were already curling. "Fuck, fuck, ma... You're tight." He was whimpering as he bottomed out and laid his weight on top of me. I pulsed around his dick, pulling a breathy groan from Chris's pretty lips. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I began to rock my hips into him giving him the green light to hurry up and fuck me until I couldn't walk. He began to snap his hips into me, already going fast and hitting my g-spot with every thrust "Ah ah ah, god Chris" I moaned out as he threw his head back with a deep groan. His skin was flushed and his hair was wild, his lips were wet and swollen and I was proud of how I always made him like this. How I was wrapped around his dick, pulling whimpers from his throat. I reached up to touch his face and he looked down at me, slowing his thrust and hitting deeper bruising my cervix in a delicious way. "Oooh, Chris..." My voice was shrill and worn but it all felt so good. He grabbed my thighs and wrapped them around his back pounding into me once again, moaning and groaning louder while his heavy balls smacked against me, I felt so close. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" I gasped out, my warning that my high was almost there. "Yeah, mamas, let go come on. Cum, please fuck, yeaaah." Chris was so into it and his raspy voice pushed me to the edge, my orgasm washing over me in a powerful wave and it felt so good.

Chris's P.O.V

"Ahhhh!" Y/N yelled as her orgasm came over her, coating my dick her her essence. God, it was hot and I coukdnt help but to fuck her harder. I wanted to pull one after another out of her until she was spent. She yelled about the overstimulation and I laughed cruelly. "Yeah, you can take this dick ma. Imma make you take it." The cry that came from her throat threw me over, shooting my load into her pretty cunt but I couldn't stop I was so pussy drunk. I kept fucking into her, feeling my dick become over sensitive and our whimpers and moans mixing in the air as well as the smell of our sex. "Chrissimgunnaaacummmahh" I heard Y/N moan and cry out, I felt like I was going to too, so I grabbed her hand and pressed it to the couch. "Hold out f'me baby, I'm so close, ah fuck!" I put my face to her neck, I felt like I wasn't close to her even though I was literally inside of her fucking my cum into her over again . she just had that amazing effect on me. "FucckimcummingAhhImcumming" her words were slurred together and her rope snapped at the same time as mine. We were definitely going to get a noise complaint from her neighbors but the feeling was so overwhelming I couldn't give a fuck right now. "Oh my god, fuck ma." I laughed, it hurt pulling out of her soaked cunt, we both winced. She weakly smacked my chest, and gave me a smile that almost made me hard again. "I hate you" she whispered pulling me into a kiss. "I love you," I mumbled against her lips and walked away to get a rag to clean us up. Yunno, this was the best Christmas ever.

(kinda long, hope you enjoyed!)

[emily-mooon]

Tell me ur Jancy thoughts. It can be anything you want I will take on the burden of brainrotting with you 🩷

Yes Dearie! We brainrot together!

Like last time, list of random jancy headcanons and thoughts that are brainrot induced.

- Nancy Wheeler pining after Jonathan post s1 lives in my head. I cannot describe it in full because it is hard to word for my tired brain. All you need to know is that she screams in a pillow too, but instead at three am and very quietly because she lives and breathes denial for obvious reasons.

- I don’t know why i love the idea of a Jancy son but it’s in a far more chaotic way. Guy is just Jonathan in high school turned up to 11 since it’s like the mid to late 2010s when he’s a teen and pretentious is far different in the 2010s than it was in the 80s. Also he has a little sister and she gets along very well with her uncles and they play Mario and Pong together.

-Jancy eloping is real and true. They show up at Christmas and announce that they got married like a week ago and Karen drops a mug out of shock.

-they are both equally madly in love with each other. That’s it that’s the sentence.

- Nancy still has the blue striped sweater. She never gave it back to Jonathan. It became hers in November of 1983 and she still wears it to this day.

-Drunk Nancy and drunk or high Jonathan cling onto each other. If one of them goes missing, the other one is close behind.

- they cuddle in every type of weather. Doesn’t matter if it’s 35℃ outside, they are holding each other close the whole night through and living that Wouldn’t It Be Nice by The Beach Boys lifestyle

- I will die on this hill but Jonathan gets Nancy into a few of the songs from bands he likes.

- ok I saw this with Jargyle but this also applies to Jancy in my mind: Jonathan is the type of person to comment on old 80s alt rock music videos and tells a backstory. Like for example, he tells the story of how Just Like Honey by The Jesus and Mary Chain was the song he and his now wife once made out too or how Under The Milky Way by The Church reminds him of the time he went stargazing with at the time just a friend and now wife. He also has one of the most emotional and sweet story about how he fell in love with his wife under the Wouldn’t It Be Nice music video. I don’t remember who made that headcanon for Jargyle but they were a genius for that because it’s true and real and applies to many Jonathan parings.

-bandage wrapping scene my beloved come back to me in a parallel next season where Jonathan wraps a wound up for Nancy after she did that for him. Why have just one matching scar when you can have two?

- ok your headcanon about college era Jonathan getting really into baking while Nancy is studying abroad gave me the idea of him baking two batches of cookies in one week and sharing them with the wnyu members is one that I enjoy because they question if he’s ok cause that is a lot of cookies to make in one week.

Ok this got long so I’m going to end it here.

Thank you for the ask Dearie and I hope you have a good night!

[superheroesofbothuniverses]

December 12 Holiday Prompt fic: Wintershock

Prompts: Wintershock, secret spouse, movies

“You know the movies get the whole secretly married trope all wrong,” Darcy commented, grabbing a handful of kettle corn.

Clint did a double take and Natasha raised an eyebrow. They’d just finished watching a really terrible holiday movie involving a bank heist, secret marriage, and a drunken Santa. It was a good time, and they’d quite enjoyed themselves mocking it.

“How so, Darcy?” questioned Steve who was across the room sitting with an unusually mellow Bucky.

“They always portray it as some romantic Romeo and Juliet type situation. A lot of the time it’s for more practical reasons like health insurance or immigration fraud. Purely pragmatic.”

“Well that’s kinda depressing,” Bucky observed, eying Darcy nonchalantly. “I thought you were a romantic at heart, doc.”

“And marriage of convenience doesn’t have to be secret,” Natasha observed. “I’m curious as to where you’ve gained your inside knowledge from.”

Darcy hoped the dim light hid the slight flush on her cheeks and she kept her gaze on the dish of M and M’s on the table.

“I might have a friend…..” her voice trailed off.

“Is your friend okay?” Steve asked. “Does the spouse treat her right? You know we’ll be there in a heartbeat if she needs to escape a bad situation.”

“He treats her like an absolute queen,” Darcy assured him, loving how loyal he was, but feeling even more dread about what she had to say next. She shared a glance at the other couch for a second and what she saw encouraged her to continue.

“So hypothetically, this friend met a really great guy and fell head over heels in love during a very difficult time. Neither of them knew if they would live to see another day so they decided, knowing that they were IT for each other, to get married secretly. Now that the danger has passed, they’re still very happy, but she’s finding it hard to tell the truth because she’s really afraid of causing his friends hurt, because those friends are their family now.”

There was a moment of silence as she fiddled with the chain on her neck that held her wedding band. She looked at Sam, then Steve, then Bucky, who seemed to sense her hesitation because he got over and came around to her, pulling her gently up from the couch and wrapping his arm around her.

Eyes went wide.

“If anyone’s going to be mad at what I say, take it out on me,” Bucky prefaced. “Neither of us wanted to hurt anyone, but we didn’t want to wait. Darcy and I got married a year ago at Christmas.”

Darcy immediately looked at Steve, whose face was a study of different emotions, but ended up lit up in a happy smile and he quickly jumped up to congratulate and hug both of them.

“I thought you’d been acting happier lately,” he told Bucky. “I thought it was the therapy. You always were better at keeping secrets.”

“The therapy certainly helped, but Darcy is an absolute treasure: beautiful, badass, and sassy as hell.”

He looked down at her lovingly and she grinned back at him just before Natasha moved in.

“I’m so impressed by how you pulled this off that I don’t have the heart to be angry,” Nat told her. “Will you let us throw you a party so we can celebrate together? Yelena is itching to plan something and I’d much rather it be constructive.”

“As long as she’s supervised,” Darcy agreed. “She’s awesome, but a menace.”

“Don’t I know it,” Clint put in. “Congrats, Darce, Bucky.”

She pulled the necklace off her neck and switched the ring to her finger, where it elicited oohs and ahhs from their audience.

“I wear it on the right hand to match Bucky,” she explained proudly, as he pulled his own band off its chain. She laced their fingers together and beamed up at him.

“Aww,” Sam commented.

“Now that we’ve got that cleared up, how about another movie?” Clint suggested. “Maybe Die Hard to cleanse our palates?”

“Okay, but I’m gonna swap seats with Steve,” Darcy declared. “I wanna cuddle with my hubby.”

(She also wanted Steve to be beside Nat, so it was a win-win in her book.)

Steve good naturedly got up and made the swap, sitting down carefully between Clint and Nat.

Darcy snuggled up beside Bucky with a happy sigh.

“That went better than expected,” he admitted. “I’m so proud of you and so glad to not have to sit across the room from my wife. It was making me crazy.”

“Me too, babe, me too,” Darcy told him. If they spent most of the movie making out, nobody else seemed to notice, not even Clint.

[wizardofpalmsprings]

Prior to the panini press, I used to work in theater as a wardrobe manager/dresser and honestly? Lots of stories to tell about that life and that world.

- An actor managed to rip every. Single. Pair. Of. Pants he wore between both Christmas Carol and Hamlet. Roughly 7 pairs of pants, one of which had to be thrown out entirely because they were so old

- That time about a scene in a Christmas Carol when an actor approached me with a flourish to tell me that one of the other actors didn’t have his pants on. He was wearing opaque tights and an apron in the scene and stood behind a table for most of it so you couldn’t tell. That didn’t stop the actor who told me from noticing and quietly informing the rest of the cast about it in the scene.

- Mary in Pride and Prejudice (farcical version, quite fun) was blocked to run around the stage and have a tantrum, including at one point jumping over a piano bench. This was all well and good in rehearsal, but they neglected to remember that the show was being performed outside near the ocean which meant the marine layer crept in, causing the stage to become slick. Actor went up, then came down hard on his ass. He was asked to no longer jump over the piano bench after that.

- If actors can at any point, they will communicate with each other across the stage to other actors waiting in the wings.

- During Legally Blonde the musical, an actor’s shoe flew into the audience during a kick line. The audience members proceeded to pass the show back to the front row where someone gently placed it on the edge of the stage.

- During a different production of a Christmas Carol at a different theater, the stage manager was standing next to a fog machine while doing pre show work. It randomly kicked on, causing her to bolt away from it. Convinced it was the ghost of the production’s former Scrooge who had passed from cancer some years prior, she went outside and yelled at the magnolia tree where some of his ashes were placed. The theater actually felt like Victorian London that day with the amount of smoke in the theater.

- For a production of Deathtrap, I was asked to create blood pouches out of self sealing plastic wrap. We were testing the pouches and,it being the first night with them, we didn’t know how much or how little liquid to put in so we just used water. When the time came, the actor squeezed the blood packet and it went shooting up directly onto a light overhead (black box theater, smaller space) and onto a couple of the people in the first row.

- Got elbowed in the nose in the middle of a quick change

- Did student matinee productions of Romeo and Juliet. Juliet says “oh happy dagger” before stabbing her self and one kid blurted out “HAPPY?!?” Kids were often sad when Mercutio died (I think he ages someone’s chips once) and also when Tybalt died because she was played by a woman in that production.

- Had to fake skydiving for a production. This required packs be placed on the actors to mimic the parachutes. Again, never having tested this before a run, anything bound to happen. I’m struggling to get the pack to come off and hear the stage manager calling for the next cue over our headsets. In a panic, I rip the pack off in its entirety with strength I didn’t know I had and bolt off stage as the lights are coming up. The director said to me after “Becca you were so fast - one second you were there, then you were gone.”

- Had to put cottage cheese on the head of an actor once some times twice a day because FOR SOME REASON. They couldn’t figure out how else to make that look “real”. It would get on his suit too so I would have to clean it up between shows. He would have to take a shower before curtain call to get it out of his hair. Mind you, this actor has a fairly decent role on a sitcom in the late 80s early 90s. He was a champ for that.

[outsideratheart]

Make It True (Leah Williamson x reader)

A/N: Day twenty three of the Christmas advent calendar.  I thought I would do a longer one for Christmas eve’s eve.

Based off this: Fake dating for Christmas Ball & “I’ll let you sit on my knee.

The snow was falling at The Coloney and it’s as if everyone turned into children. Snowballs had been thrown, snowmen had been made and the last training session of the year had been one full of games. 

As the team gathered in the canteen, the club’s Christmas party was on the team’s mind. There was no pressure of entertaining sponsors and the higher ups. It was just the players and staff in attendance. 

Of all the seats in the room Leah chooses your table which happens to be full so she sits on your knee. It wasn’t the first time this has happened so the team didn’t bat an eyelid. Your team mates and the fans knew the two of you were close and took the term work wife very seriously. 

Like always you and Leah have your own conversation as if no one else is there. Whilst your friends found it cute they also find it a annoying from time to time. 

“Y/N” Katie almost sings and you know the tone, she means to cause trouble. 

“You look very comfortable there. I’m not sure your girlfriend would appreciate you been so close to our vice captain like that?” 

You eyes widen at her accusation. You did not have a girlfriend and you have no idea what would make her think that. Truth is you only had eyes for Leah, it has been that way for years and you honestly don’t see it changing. 

Then you see the look in the Irish women’s eye. She is trying to get one of you to bite and you know that Leah is the easy target. 

“Don’t” you whisper in the blonde’s ear when you feel her tense up on your lap. 

You eye Katie giving her a warning but when she smirks you know she isn’t done. 

“What do you think Meado, will Y/N be bringing her girlfriend?” Katie asks. 

There’s that word again. One which doesn’t have an owner. 

“You’re seeing someone?” Viv asks. 

“It makes sense. You’ve been very preoccupied lately. You haven’t been coming out with us. What’s her name? Do we get to meet her? What’s she like?” Beth fires question after question and as soon as she is finished with her interrogation Jen starts then Steph. 

“It’s me” Leah snaps. 

All heads turn to the two as you as Leah grabs your hand and wraps it around her waist, your hand now resting on the lower part of her stomach. The placement is a lot more intimate then where it was before. 

“You’re better at lying then me” she whispers in your ear before kissing your cheek. 

At the point you see your friends waiting for your response. 

“Looks like the cats out of the bag. Leah is the person I have been spending my time with, if that isn’t obvious at this point” 

“I knew it!” Caitlyn stands up in victory and asks for some of the team to pay up making it clear that they have made bet on your’s and Leah’s fake relationship. 

The attention soon comes back to the two of you but you tap Leah’s tummy telling her to get up. 

 “We have to go. Have fun gossiping” you tel you team. 

Even after you are out the canteen you don’t speak to Leah. It is only when you are back in the locker room where you know no one can hear do you make your true feeling known. 

“Care to explain?” You tried not to sound mad but the undertone was there and Leah knew it. 

When she doesn’t answer you know that it must be something deeper than she is willing to let on because she won’t look you in the eye. 

“We still need to discuss why you did what you did but not now” you couldn’t ignore how natural it felt when you held Leah or the rosiness in her cheeks after she kissed you but clearly she wasn’t ready and neither were you. 

“What is your plan?” You ask Leah knowing that the reason why your fake relationship was revealed is because of the Christmas party. 

“We stay fake dating until after the party then we break up” Leah is clearly unsure of what the plan is, given she only made it up ten minutes ago. 

“Wow, you’re already planning on breaking up with me. You wound me Williamson” 

Leah throws her training jacket at you. She then bursts into laughter at the situation she has put herself in although she can’t complain, not with the way her heart is beating at the thought of calling you hers even if it is fake. 

“The party is in two days. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go together. Follow my lead and let me do the talking” you hug her tightly before leaving to locker room ready to go home. 

“Wait, why are you doing the talking?”

You turn to face Leah.  

“Because you are a terrible liar. It’s one of the things I love about you” it is only when you are half way down the hallway do you realise what you said. You only hope that Leah didn’t think that much into it but if you were to turn around you would see her frozen in her spot. 

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You had driven to Leah’s house countless times before but this time was different. You had thought about your plan the entire day. In the end you came to the conclusion that the best way to get through the night was to be as honest as possible and treat Leah the way you always wanted to, like she is the only girl in the world. 

When you knock on her door you cannot help but feel like you are picking up your prom date. That feeling comes true when her mum answers the door. 

“What are you intentions with my daughter?” She only just gets the sentence out before bursting into laughter. 

“Did she tell you what happened?” Her mum nods her head “Maybe tonight to will show what the future could look like” 

Amanda told you time and time again that she thought you were made for her daughter and it made her the number one supporter of yours and Leah’s fake relationship. 

“Maybe. I guess there is only one way to find out” truth is you had thought and hoped the same thing. 

Luckily you get stopped before the conversation gets too deep. The last thing you needed tonight was for your feelings to get in the way. You head needed to be in control. 

“Y/N you look beautiful” Leah makes her way towards you and not so subtly checks you out. 

You wore a long black dress with your hair in a straight ponytail. Although tonight was a party, it was black tie themed. Leah herself takes your breath away, she is wearing a well tailored suit, a white shirt with more buttons undone then done up and then a black lace bra underneath. 

“You look, wow” you keep your sentence short in hear that your true thoughts will come to light. 

“Photo. Photo” Amanda says as she gets her phone out. 

You and Leah pose for several photos before Amanda suggests you get into character. Leah’s mum is oblivious to your hand placement as it rests on Leah’s bum. You lean down and meet her gaze. The way you look at her and she looks at you, well you would have thought each other hung the stars. 

“We do make a good couple” Leah says as she looks at the first few photos. 

“A sexy couple” you reply when she swipes to the final one. 

“Y/N!” Both Leah and her mum say at same time. 

“What! I need to be honest now because I’m about to spend god knows how long lying to our friends” 

Although you meant no harm by your words you can immediately see that Leah is hurt. 

“I’m sorry” 

“Hey!” You grab her shoulders “I agreed to it and we’re going to have fun tonight” you grab her hand and pull her to towards the door. You know it isn’t necessary but you were excited to have Leah be your pretend girlfriend for the night. 

“Have her home for 11” Amanda shouts. 

“Not a chance” Leah shouts back. 

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You face your first challenge when you get out the car. 

“Shall we hold hands? We link arms or we—“ Leah always mumbles when she gets nervous, it was one of her tells. 

“What did I tell you?” 

“To follow your lead”

“That’s right”

You take Leah’s hand in yours making sure to interlock your fingers. When you walk though the doors you feel like a spotlight has been put on the two of you. 

“Well if it isn’t the hottest and best kept secret couple in the WSL” Katie says. 

“You’re just mad we didn’t tell you sooner” you retort as you hug Ruesha. 

You make the extra effort to greet Jonas and his wife. His face is priceless when he sees your hand resting on Leah’s waist as his wife talks. 

“I had my suspicions about you two on my first day here. Nice to see that my gut was right” Jonas is proud of himself, you can tell. 

“I think everyone has thought me and Leah are dating at one point or another” you joke whilst Leah watches as you seem to confirm he is right but don’t actually say it. In this moment she understands why you said you would do the talking. You’re not lying to anyone, you’re just not telling the whole truth. 

Throughout the night you and Leah do the rounds saying hello to the staff and their partners. It is after speaking to one of the your close friends who works at the club that Leah begins to struggle with the facade. 

“I’m going to the bathroom” Leah kisses your cheek before walking away. 

You don’t want to be rude so you continue your conversation but your gaze follows Leah until she is no longer in sight. In the end you excuse yourself. Something wasn’t right and you needed to know if Leah was ok. 

“Leah it’s me. Please open the door” you knock gently as not to make a scene. 

Unbeknownst to you Leah is leaning on the other side of the door. Panic is slowly consuming her as the lies begin to take their toll. Despite this she lets you in and you lock the door behind you. 

“Talk me Leah” 

You see her hesitate like she doesn’t what to say what she is thinking. When she still doesn’t reply you test the waters. 

“Why did you tell the team you were my girlfriend?” It was a question that you knew the answer and it was helping you get through the night. Now Leah had to realise it too. 

“I don’t know” 

At first you don’t believe her but then you see the look her contemplation in her eyes and you know she is almost there. 

“I do. You told them we were dating because you hated the thought of me being with someone else” 

“I can’t keep lying to them” she didn’t acknowledge what you said but you know she heard you and that was enough. 

“Then we make it true” it sounded more simple than it was but you know a little truth can go a long way. 

Leah walks towards you, with each step she gains a little more confidence knowing you mean what you said and that you were right. 

“How?” She asks.

“Like this. On our first date we went for a walk around Hyde park because you know how much I like it and I know you like the little cafe by the bridge”

“But that hasn’t happened” 

“It hasn’t happened…..yet. Are you free tomorrow?” 

You were confident and Leah knew it. 

“Our first date. We just don’t tell them when” she says and you nod your head, now she was getting it “then if they ask when I knew I liked you I would say the day I met you” 

“Is that so? If they ask who said I love you first I will say me. We were in a bathroom and I realised in that moment that there was no one else for me, that you Leah Williamson, were my soul mate so I pulled you close, looked you straight in the eyes and said I love you” 

You do as you and say and by the time you finish the three magic words, Leah’s eyes are welling up with tears. 

“And I said I right back. I said nobody in the world makes me feel the way you do. Whenever I picture my future you are the one I see by my side. I said I love you and I meant it” 

Then Leah kisses you. The warmth of her lips on your own is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It gave you butterflies, the best kind. 

“We really should get out there, they’ll be looking for us” you unlock the door but Leah remains in her place with a pout on her face 

“C’mon, I’ll let you sit on my knee. I know how much you like it” you tease. 

The rest of the night is much easier. You and Leah remain close and rarely leave each other’s side. Her mum was right. Tonight definitely showed you what the future could look liked and you couldn’t wait. 

[callsign-jinx]

The Christmas Date | Chapter 13: Christmas will break your heart

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 3.1k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won’t be smut in this series)

Warnings: fluff, rooster feeling guilty, lots of fluff... before the crash and burn.

A/N: so am... i'm really sorry for making this to all of you dear readers. you're so gonna hate me after this.

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You can't fall asleep again once Rooster leaves the house. There's just something preventing you from closing your eyes and resting. You slowly get up, knowing there's no reason to stay on the sofa. Jesse is stirring and turning around, but not waking up. You can see the little smile on his face. He seems to be having a good dream. You kiss his forehead before moving upstairs. You still need to wrap Bradley's gift. 

On your way to your room, you see Nick pacing around Becca’s, the woman sitting on her bed, biting her nails. You approach him, curious about their behavior. "Guys, you seem nervous" 

Nick almost yells when you talk, too immersed in his own thoughts to notice your presence. "Why are you up?" 

"Cause I couldn't sleep anymore." You shrug, his comment making you believe that they want you to be awake. Not yet. 

"Makes sense. We just hoped you wouldn't be awake when Rooster came back." 

"Nick!"

He gasps. "Oh shit."

You look at them, not understanding a thing. "Am I not supposed to see what he's buying?" 

"Did he tell you he went to buy something?" 

"Nicholas!” Becca groans, covering her face in embarrassment. 

"You know what, fuck it. He knows where Solo lives and he went there with you father" 

"What?" 

"You're so dead, Nick" 

The thought of Rooster and Solo in the same room scares you. Not because Solo could hurt him, but because you know Rooster’s strength and how guilty he would feel afterwards if he inflicted pain on another person. 

"Can any of you go buy something for me? I don't want to leave the house"

Becca points at Nick. "He'll go. Payment for spilling the beans" 

Nick sighs, but accepts. "What do you need?" 

"A Polaroid album" 

“Cool. Speaking of Polaroids, there’s a box in the attic. Maybe you want to see it.” He says leaving the room. 

Polaroids, huh? The only one around here that used them was Goose. It might be good to take a look. 

Rooster comes back soon after Nick leaves. He's been crying, you can see it in his puffy, red eyes. Fear installs itself in your stomach, afraid that he has done something horrible to Solo and that he's now regretting it. He hugs your dad, whispering something to him and smiling a bit before walking towards you, who are now seated in the kitchen eating some Christmas cookies. 

"You know where I was, right?" He asks, seeing the answer in your eyes. "Thena, I'm sorry I had to."

"Please, just tell me that he can still walk," you mumble. 

"Yes, he can. He has a broken nose and was trapped in his closet for three minutes" 

"You…treated him like he did with me?" 

"An eye for an eye." 

"...Good. He deserves it" You open your arms for him, seeing a new wave of sadness extinguish the light in his eyes. Not again, he was so happy lately. "Roos, what is it?" 

"Everything is my fault" 

"Nugget, you can't blame yourself for this. Not again."

"No, Thena, you don't understand. He was… obsessed with me, and therefore with you"

"What?"

He explains to you what he saw in his house, how your dad's comment unlocked a long-forgotten conversation. Oh no. You thought he would stop blaming himself for your scar at last, and now this. 

Why can't you two have a normal relationship without trauma and drama? 

"Bradley Bradshaw, look at me. You are not to blame. It's not your fault if you're just really cool and people want to be like you. I mean, Jesse wants to be like you and he doesn't go around traumatizing me" 

"I know, but…"

"You're not taking the blame for this one, you hear me?" 

"Would you ever be able to look at me and not remember what Solo did?" 

The mention of his name makes your whole body shiver, an instant reaction that you’re sure will fade away with time. 

You circle the kitchen table, grabbing his face between your hands. He tilts his head to one side, kissing the palm of your hand. “The only thing I see when I look at you, Bradley Bradshaw, is a lot of lost time that I hope we can make up for.” 

A side-smile adorns his face when he looks at you. “It’s snowing” 

“Really?” You look out the window and see white snowflakes falling. The snow from when you arrived here had completely melted with the warm temperatures of the last couple days. “Woah, look at that.” 

“It’s been snowing all morning. Wanna go out and play?” Rooster says while running his fingers through your hair. 

You nod quickly, running upstairs to put on warmer clothes. 

“What are we gonna do when we come back?” you ask, resting in the snow after covering the backyard in snow angels with Rooster’s help. 

“Gotta be a bit more specific, love.” 

“Work, relationship, friends... I sent a message to Nat this morning, but I think she’s deployed or something. She didn't respond."

Rooster groans, rolling in the snow until he’s laying on top of you, his head pressing against your belly. You can still feel the warmth of his body through all the layers of clothing. “Too many things.” 

“I know, pretty nugget, but tomorrow is Christmas eve, we’re getting on a flight back home on Christmas day... In three days, we’re gonna be working again.” 

That only makes Rooster groan louder. You chuckle, patting his back. 

“I’m not worried about work. Remember when Phoenix was dating a member of the squad?” he says, bringing memories back. 

“Gotta be a bit more specific, love” you mock him, making him put a cold hand in your face. “Rooster is fucking cold!” 

“Serves you right. Anyway, I was referring to White Queen," he clarifies. 

“Oh, she was the sweetest girl. It was a pity that she was transferred to another station a few months into the relationship. I loved those two together.” 

“Yeah, but long-distance relationships were hard for her… Can’t blame her.” He mumbles the final words, tightening his embrace to emphasize the significance of his words. 

“I don’t think I could, either. I mean, I can't imagine a day without you in it. We’ve been together since we got out of Top Gun. Every. Single. Day. It’s hard to imagine the base without you.” 

“Oh, so you liked me before all this?” 

You grab a handful of snow, slowly moving it towards his face. “Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll like you after this.” 

You let the snow fall in his face, moving from below Rooster’s body to run away from him. He’s up on his feet in no time, making a big ball of snow with his bare hands. “Oh, you little-” 

“No, no, no. Don’t throw that at me.” 

“And why should I stop?” he asks, a smirk appearing on his face as he moves dangerously close, the snow crunching beneath his feet. 

“‘Cause you love me?” 

“True, but not enough.” He throws the ball straight to your face, almost throwing you to the floor. 

“Rooster,” you pout, getting the snow out of your face and clothes. 

He closes the distance and helps you, using his scarf to clean your face. “Grouchy, this is as simple as you want it to be. You want to tell our friends?” 

“Yes. I want them to know how much I love my nugget.” 

He lets out a giggle. “Stop, I feel like a teenager.” 

“We kinda are, Roos. We’ve been pushing back our feelings since we were teenagers.” 

He looks at the floor, thinking about your words for a second, slowly nodding while coming out of his thoughts. “Well, yes. You’re right. Does that mean that we can do crazy things?” 

“We said we loved each other already, and we’ve been dating for less than 72 hours.” 

“But we’ve known each other since you were born. It’s not as if I met you three days ago. I’ve been growing up with you by my side, loving you a bit more each day, even though I've been an asshole sometimes with you.” 

You grab his hands, ignoring the cold. “Okay, lover boy. What are you trying to say with this rant?” 

“Maybe we can move in together?” 

That wasn’t what you were expecting. “Roos, don’t you think it’s too soon to be sharing a house? I know we're doing the same thing here, but... we’re surrounded by family, and it's a little different."

“Hey, you got me all wrong. I’m not asking you to buy a house, share one bedroom, and all that. I’m talking about sharing an apartment but each one has their own room” 

“Please, elaborate.”

“So, we move to an apartment with two bedrooms. We spend a lot of time together whenever we’re not deployed, and, you know, we do things together: watch TV, cuddle on the sofa, eat takeout for dinner, play video games, you name it.” 

"I like that," you say, your mind racing with images of all the things you could do together if you shared an apartment. 

“I know. But the best thing is that, whenever one of us wants some time alone, we have separate rooms. If one day everything is too overwhelming for you, you can go to your own bed, or kick me out of yours, and enjoy some precious alone time.” 

“I can do that in my own apartment.” 

“But you won’t be able to have cuddles whenever you want,” he counters. 

“Yes, I can. It’s called a cuddle call.” You explain, seeing that there’s something else he’s not saying. The real reason why he doesn’t want you to have your own apartment. “Roos, just say it.” 

He inhales deeply. “What are you gonna do when someone knocks at your door?” 

You surely haven’t thought about that yet. Just the idea makes you breathe quickly. It wouldn't be the first time a neighbor came knocking in the middle of the night. What will you do? Pain and fear will become bearable in the future. You’ll be able to live a normal life without having to feel the claws of fear closing tightly around your throat, cutting off your breathing. Someday you’ll look back and think of this as a memory. 

It would take time, though. 

For now, you’re accepting Rooster’s offer. You know he’s not implying that you need him. He’s just offering to be there in case you want someone to help you in a bad moment. 

Building a relationship based on need is the biggest mistake you can make. And he knows, too.

“Okay, let’s move in together,” you whisper, having so many feelings at the moment that you’re not sure you can identify them. 

Maybe this is a complete mistake. Maybe it’s too soon to even think about living in the same place. Maybe it’s just the right thing to do. 

But the smile on his face and how he tackles you to the ground in the biggest hug ever known in history makes you believe that maybe it’s not a bad idea after all. 

Christmas Eve goes by with you almost being kicked out of the kitchen. You didn't realize what day it was until Sarah and Becca began to cook all types of Christmassy meals, including some of your favorites. 

This week has been an absolute mess. It started with you and Rooster being forced to share a bed. Now he's asking you to share a house with him. A home. A simple yet effective way of beginning a life together. Even though this life began years ago, after the car accident. You're just been too blind to realize that the love you were looking for was not in front of you, but at your side, at the F-18 that always flies with you. He's always been there. 

Rooster's playing with Jesse next to the fireplace, holding a tiny figurine of Chase, the police pup, in his big hands. You take a picture with your phone, looking at his fond smile and loving eyes. He's going to be an amazing dad, like Goose was. He might not have been there long enough for Rooster to remember him or for you to meet him, but you two know him. 

Iceman, Slider, and Maverick had made sure to tell you the type of man he was. He was loving, not only with his wife and his son but also with his friends. He loved them as a family. Maverick was a brother to him. That's why he’s Rooster's godfather. Goose was also attentive, caring, funny, and brave.

He was the type of person you don't meet often. The type that goes too early, leaving an empty space too big to fill, even harder to ignore. 

You've never met him, but you know him. 

And you know that he's looking at his son right now, knowing that he would be a better father than he was. 

You set the picture as your lock screen, admiring the pure love embodied in one single picture. 

Then the phone rings. A video call from Phoenix. 

"Love of my life, there you are!" You smile when you see her tired face. Tired means the mission was a success, and she's safe. 

"Look at that face. You're literally glowing. Have you fu-"

"There's a kid here, Nat!" You whine, Rooster whispering something in Jesse's ear, the kid is leaving the room in a second. 

"The kid has been secured," Rooster says, sitting next to you on the sofa, his arm resting on your shoulders while he waves at your friend. "Hey, Nat" 

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire, you two are in love. With capital letters." 

You look at each other, his shy smile making you giggle. "Well… maybe a bit" 

"I talked to you a few days ago, how can this be real?" 

"Well… A lot of shit happened with Solo," you mutter, shivering when his name slips from your lips. Rooster hugs you closer, kissing your temple. 

"Does he know?" Phoenix inquires, her eyes wide as she realizes you're referring to the monster in front of Bradley. 

You nod, looking at Bradley's hand. His fingertips are drawing small circles in your arm, a comforting, grounding touch you are grateful for. "A lot has happened. I'll tell you someday" 

She looks worried. "Is she okay?" She's asking that question directly to Bradley, not you. 

"She'll be okay. Just needs a bit of time." Rooster reassures you both. 

"Is this why you're asking to change stations, Bradshaw?" 

Rooster freezes when Phoenix’s words register in his brain. The fingers that are caressing your arm stop moving. A change of station? 

"You're doing what?" You don't look at him. It's almost unbearable. 

"Let me explain, Thena," he says, kneeling on the floor in front of you, his eyes searching for yours, even though they're lost. 

"So it's true," you whisper, the phone falling from your hands into your lap. Nat silently hangs up, a guilty expression on her face. "You want to change stations. You asked me to live together this morning, and now you're probably moving across the country." 

There are tears in your eyes, so many of them that Rooster is just a blur. You blink, teardrops on your cheeks, as his hand approaches your face. You flinch away. 

"Don't touch me." 

He has been giving you reasons to believe that he is going to be with you… forever, if he can. 

You're the only person I want to fly with. 

The only way you're getting rid of me is when you say you don't love me anymore. 

Was that real? Was any of it real? 

"No, no, no, love, look at me. Please, look at me, it's not what you think." He begs, tears of his own falling silently. 

His hands cup your face. His touch, a warmth so welcome a few seconds ago, now burns; it suffocates you. Have you become Icarus in this timeline? Have you tried to be so close to your personal sun that now it ignites your skin? Melting it. Hurting in the most painful yet delicious way. His calloused hands, the physical depiction of his so-called love and respect for you, now leave aching goosebumps in your skin. It brings comfort and grief at the same time. These are the hands you want to be held in—the same hands that have betrayed you. 

It's too much. 

"I said don't touch me!" 

Rooster backs away from you, his hands open and held in the air as if he were surrendering to the enemy. The rational part of your brain wants you to stop and listen to whatever he has to say. He had never given you a reason not to trust him, right? 

Well, he tried to pull your papers.  

He knew that you loved him. He heard your confession. 

He didn't say anything about it; he made you believe that he didn't hear you, that he didn't love you. 

He had been acting like a dick ever since. 

He came up with the fake dating idea knowing that you loved him. 

He asked you to share a home with him.

And now, as if nothing that has happened between the two of you matters, he's asking to leave. 

Asking to leave you. 

Who's the enemy here? You, for running upstairs and locking yourself in the bedroom? Or him, for lying and betraying the little trust you had left in him? 

He's at the other side of the door, your name falling from his lips as a litany. You know he’s trying his best not to knock on the door. You thank him for that, but it only makes you pack your things faster. 

"Thena, please. Talk to me." 

You tune him out. If you don't hear him, he's not there. He can't hurt you. Not anymore. 

You've been broken too many times this week. But this? This is the final blow. You are packing your things, as if every cloth were a piece of your broken heart, collecting them in hopes that, with patience and lots of work, every single piece will fall into place. 

The Uber should be here at any time. You take a few breaths before opening the door. You look at the floor, however. You can't look at his face. 

"You're gonna move and let me go. You're not gonna look for me or ask about me. And if someone asks where I am or why I am gone," you raise your eyes, making eye contact in an ephemeral moment of bravery, "Tell them how you've been lying to them for a whole week and how you ended up lying to me, too." 

You leave him standing in that hallway before running downstairs, leaving the house with tears in your eyes and a little boy crying out for you to come back home.

[knullanon]

Your Yandere dd Vandal savages was amazing! Could you do another where his daughter wants a child(she's maybe around 25-26)? Would he like and allow it? Train it? Let her chose the father herself? Raise it herself? Things like that.

If it's not you thing I understand and please skip it!

dude I love this idea 😭😭 (also unrelated, but PLEASE make more gifs of him I'm begging yall 🙏🙏🙏🙏)

warnings: talk of babies, pregnancy, manipulation and financial control, murder, lmk if I missed any!

ok so let's get the first thing down: talking to him about it would piss him off. not particularly at you: well, he's still mad you want a baby but he's really pissed at whoever put this idea in your head

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he thinks it's someone else who wants you to have children: a secret lover? someone who wants to control you to get to savage? he goes over every situation and thought, and if it is any of those reasons, there will be hell to pay.

but let's say it's just cause you want one for yourself. he will bring up the fact that you've never been in a relashionship and that you have no idea what you want in life, only he can tell you what you want.

very discouraging. like, if you aren't 100% sure that you want a kid, he will convince you other wise. he says so much negative shit you actually start to reconsider your choice. not because you'd be a bad mom or parent, but because you are too young, you don't need a baby, you have your family in front of you. why don't you keep them happy?

he's very pissy about it. anytime you try to bring it up with him, he either changes the subject immediately or basically baby talks you, like you don't exist, and then proceeds to give you a 30 minute speech on why that would be terrible.

eventually, however, if you're REALLY persistent, he will ask you what you want from having a child. if he thinks that it's not just some very long phase, or that your just doing something rebellious, he will allow it.

he would absolutely not let you choose the father. hell no. who the hell would you choose, anyway? you don't know any men besides the ones from the light, and maybe a few guards. do you think they would even risk their lives trying to talk to you??? no. to them, talking to you, even in small talk, is a chance to get decapitated and put in the break room as a sign of what not to do.

will have a tournament for the rights of the father. best warrior to win, gets to be the father. of course, at the end of it, he just asks for "the seed in a tube", and then afterwards, he has the guy cloned and killed.

will present it as a gift. if he kills the guy in April, he freezed that shit to Christmas and gave it to you wrapped in a neat little box and told you your gift would be granted.

during the actual pregnancy, especially the first months, he would try to tell you that your making a mistake. especially when you're so tired, sick and angry all the time! all of it, just for a single baby in the end. why would you want that?

however, after a while he comes to terms with the fact that you're solid on your mind to have children and that you will not change your mind to his advice. he's not happy with it, but he can deal with it.

I'm not gonna lie, he would probably train the kid. he would be so mad that you want the kid that he would have them learn just so that you couldn't spend as much time with them, just so you could spend more time with him without having them interrupt the two of you.

even though he's mad the kid is there, he would be there 100% to make sure that they're being raised the "right" way, or basically how he would raise a kid. he also won't be directly mad at the kid for being born, in fact, after a while, he will probably grow attached as well. but at the beginning, there's always the reminder that the baby is taking away his own baby's attention, you.

as the kid gets older, he'd definitely become more happy to them, because he realizes they're just a mini you. he acts almost like a father figure to them, considering uh... the actual father had been dead for years (also, to put some salt in the wound, the clone was given to darkseid).

another thing he does is that if you need something financially, like food, clothes, even school work, it would have to go through him. he approves what you and your child have and don't have. if you want to move somewhere else, or live on your own, he will revoke rights or privileges he's given you, like electronics, communications with the outside world, and even if you get to leave your own rooms.

if he thinks that either of you are doing something wrong, he will use both of you as bargaining chips to threaten the other one to cooperate. he mainly does this to you, since your kid is usually obedient anyway.

while at the beginning of your pregnancy you'd be ecstatic that he finally let you have a child, later on down the years, you realize he loves using your child against you. he loves making you feel like hell hurt your child if they step out of line, so you make sure you're both at your best whenever he's around so he won't have something over you.

basically, he keeps you under his thumb using your kid. financially, emotionally, and physically he will do everything to make sure that you know what will happen if you don't do everything he says. after all, ho hard is it to give your father some love? and his little grandchild, he obviously wouldn't kill them or anything. he would beat the hell out of them. give them the chancla. maybe the belt, if he's really mad.

savage is originally very opposed to you having any children, and brushes it off as some kind of faze you'll outgrow. however, as the child grows and he becomes more comfortable about the situation, he would become more happy and less angry with the kid and become a good grandfather figure in their life, while simultaneously having you under his complete control.

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woooo I love this shit and yay!! I'm out of writers block bc I actually wrote something!!

[theloveoftoms]

This Christmas - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x Penny Benjamin

Summary: This Christmas, Maverick intends to find Penny the perfect gift. Will he succeed? Or will he wait until the 24th and end up asking Rooster for help?

A/N: in honour of top gun being on the paramount channel literally ALL day yesterday (you know I watched it more than once ;)), I decided to write this cute little Christmas story about Penny and Mav. I had such a blast writing this and I hope you enjoy! <3 🎄🤍 HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! xoxo - mac

Wordcount: 3.4k

For the past forty years or so, whenever Christmastime rolled around, Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell would make it his goal to wait until the eve of the 24th to do all of his Christmas shopping. Gifts for his family and friends would frequently be purchased at whichever 24 hour pharmacy was in closest proximity of whichever naval base he had been living on. Maverick would browse the isles for discounted chocolates, keychains, coffee mugs, and other little nicknacks that could be found. By the till, he would grab whichever roll of wrapping paper was left, and wrap the presents in his car on the way to wherever he was going. It was simple, and it was maverick.

But this Christmas was going to be different. It was the first Christmas that he was spending with Penny and her daughter Amelia. Maverick didn't want to be seen as the boyfriend who waited until the very last minute to get his gorgeous lady - and her daughter - a gift that still had the price tag on it. He wanted to set a good example. He wanted to show both Penny and Amelia that he was really committed this time, and that he was finally ready to keep his feet on the ground - or at least in the San Diego area when he was up in the air.

Maverick's Christmas preparations begun in the first week of November. One night while Penny was running Amelia to the mall for an eyeshadow palette that she needed to have, Maverick found himself alone at home. And for some reason, the thought of Christmas popped into his mind. Maybe it was that he had been standing right beside the fire place, or maybe it was the universe's way of telling him to be a proper gentleman. Anyways, however the cause, it made Maverick realize that he wanted to give his girls a Christmas to remember.

November involved Maverick looking over Penny's shoulder any time she was looking at something online, which she rarely did. And for all of November, all she had browsed online was a pair of Uggs that she bought for Amelia's birthday, kitchen-aid mixer attachments, and various skin care products that maverick had a hard time telling apart from one another. To him, nothing could compare to a three-in-one wash that was good for hair, face, and body.

However, as the month of December rose into effect, and the generally warm San Diego air began to feel brisk and unfamiliar on Maverick's face, he realized that time was running out. So, on a Friday night while Penny was busy working at The Hard Deck, and Amelia was off at a friends for a sleepover, Maverick did the one thing that no middle-aged man should do on his own; go to the mall.

So, he hopped on his motorcycle and ventured down the interstate until he reached the district of Mission Valley, where the biggest outlet mall of the area was located. For a Friday night, the shopping mall was busier than Maverick had expected.

As the laughter of a group of lanky teenagers sitting at a nearby bus stop filled the air, a pit of worry began to spiral in Maverick's stomach as he begun his walk inside. His breath, what was usually composed of long, slow intervals of inhalations and exhalations turned into shallow dives as he walked up the pathway to the mall. Yes, you heard me, Pete Mitchell was nervous. He was nervous to go into the shopping mall.

When was the last time that Maverick had been to a shopping centre? The 90's? Early 2000's? Why on earth would he go to the mall? What would he even buy? But then, looking at his phone noticing his background, maverick remembered why he was here, he was going to get a gift for Penny and Amelia.

Amelia was easy to shop for, after all, she had emailed Maverick a very detailed list of items that she wanted for Christmas. The list was even complete with pictures, store locations, prices, and sizes. So as quickly as he could, Maverick walked into the Hollister that was located on the second floor of the mall, and browsed the shelves for the clothing that Amelia had wanted.

But within seconds of looking in the young women's department, and hopelessly getting lost in exactly which lilac coloured shirt it was that Amelia wanted, he decided to ask the employee, who was likely not much older than his Amelia herself, for help.

But just as Maverick was about to open his mouth to speak, the girl with auburn hair directed her gaze to him, "You look like you need some help sir."

Maverick chuckled, shaking his head, "Was it that obvious," and showed the girl the list on his phone.

And for the next twenty minutes or so, the employee, who's name-tag read "Amy," led him around the store and picked up one of every piece of clothing that was on Amelia's "Clothing" section of the list. And as Maverick followed her around the store, he hung the shirts and skirts, and pairs of jeans over his shoulder like one might with a towel before they shower.

"Would you like gift-wrap with that sir?" Amy asked him as she scanned through the pile of clothing that was set down in a heap on the counter. And Maverick, who didn't really have faith in his gift wrapping abilities agreed.

So, after Amy would scan an item, she would fold it neatly and then place it in the box, one atop of another, until she needed to begin another box. "Is this for your daughter?" Amy asked, folding the very last item, a cropped knit sweater that made Maverick nervous. But the comment, the very thing that Amy asked him, made his heart swell. Amelia was the daughter he never had. And Maverick, as trying as ever, was the father that left her and her mom. A comment like this would make Maverick smile just a little but more, enhancing the smile-lines forming in his seemingly ageless face.

The first time Amelia called him dad was when Maverick answered the door to one of her friends, and Amelia, who's hair was half-curled for the school dance, greeted her friend "Hey Chels, ugh dont mind my dad, come on, lets go get ready!" As brief as the conversation was, Maverick heard it, and although she called him Mav more than she called him Dad, he knew that what they had was special.

"Yes," Maverick replied confidently, smiling softly to himself as the employee tied a bright red ribbon around the box.

Amy offered him the machine, and a number popped up that made Maverick wonder why a cropped shirt must cost more than that of a full one. Seeing the numbers, three digits in, maverick looked up, raising an eyebrow at the cashier, "is this the total?" he asked with shock.

Amy nodded, "yes sir." And a defeated Maverick who cared for Amelia dearly, inserted his card and said goodbye to that new pair of sunglasses he had wanted to buy himself.

With two medium sized Hollister boxes tucked beneath either arm, Maverick walked out of the store and through the busy mall foyer. Each time he passed a window, he would peer in, looking if there was a gift suitable enough for Penny. But the clothes in the window weren't Penny's style. And a previous gift, a black leather jacket, that Maverick had gotten Penny for her birthday that was still unused said otherwise that perhaps Maverick shouldn't get his girlfriend clothing.

So as his feet grew tired, and the night carried on, Maverick continued to wander through the mall. He wandered into stores whenever he thought he saw something, and out of the stores whenever he realized that in fact he didn't. He had been there for nearly three hours, and the only other things he had purchased were a new pair of headphones, a baby blue water bottle, and a pack of fun coloured things called 'squishmallows' that Maverick had never heard of until that night. And each one of those things were for Amelia.

The only thing he had found for Penny was a box of peppermint bark chocolates and a pair of fuzzy socks that had winter-time drawings of polar bears on them. Yes he had green her something, but Maverick wanted to get her something special.

It was hopeless, Penny Benjamin was impossible to shop for.

So as Maverick walked slowly back to his motorcycle in the dark of the night, wandering how on earth he was going to drive home with two boxes of clothing and a another bag of Amelia's presents, he felt a sense of defeat that he had not managed to find one real present for Penny.

Each morning on his way to the base, Maverick would park his bike and walk down a different street of Coronado in hopes of finding something for Penny. He wandered into a book store, and then out when he wasn't sure if Penny even liked to read at all. He did this every day for a week, and by the time Christmas Eve rolled around, he was starting to get nervous. So much so, that he began to debate asking her what it is that she wanted, but mid-way through typing the text, Maverick decided against it as it was Christmas Eve and he didn't want Penny to think that he had done what he had done and not gotten her anything at all. So, he did the next best thing. He asked Rooster.

For all of the morning, Maverick had spent his time tracking down Rooster on the base, which was not an easy thing to do. Especially when he was in a meeting with a couple of the on-base commanders and Admirals. Maverick, the man with with quite the back bone, knocked on the door to the board room where the meeting was being held, and interjected whatever naval business was going on there. He cleared his throat, "Pardon my interruption, but I am going to need to borrow Lieutenant Bradshaw for a moment."

Cyclone, who gave Maverick a disapproving look, rolled his eyes and waved for Rooster to go. Rooster, who hated meetings, wasted no time in the act. "Thanks for the save Mav," he said, patting him on the shoulder once he got out into the hallway.

"If you think I called you out here just to talk, you're wrong Bradshaw," Maverick spoke, leading Rooster down the hallway.

"Well what is it then?" he asked.

Maverick thought about how he should word this next phrase. Would he rush into to, would he stagger it? But eventually, he settled on putting it all out in the open, "I didn't get a Christmas gift for Penny."

Bradley's eyes went wide, and then he began to laugh, "Mav," he chuckled, "You can't be serious!"

"I wish I was joking," Maverick spoke defeatedly, "but she is impossible to shop for."

"What?" rooster laughed, "You didn't want to get her some mouthwash and a box of chocolates from the pharmacy?" he chuckled, gesturing at the gift that mav had gotten him last year.

"Well, I can see who's getting the hemorrhoid cream this year Bradley," Maverick said as he slapped an arm around the boy.

"Ha ha, very funny," Rooster teased, "but why are you asking me?" he asked.

Maverick threw his hands up in the air in that usual dramatic way of his, "I'm asking myself the same thing," he groaned, "But I dunno, you seem to have it all figured out with Phoenix, and as much as I hate to admit it, I could probably learn a thing or two from you."

Rooster smiled, "Well, if you're going to flatter me like that, I suppose I could help you."

So, the pair, who were still clad in their flight suits, wandered out to the parking lot and hopped into Rooster's Ford Bronco, because two grown men sitting together on a motorcycle was something that neither one of them had wanted to experience.

As Rooster started the car up, the piano chorus of "Great Balls of Fire" sang through the stereo. It made maverick smile. "You really are just like him Bradley."

Bradley looked to Maverick, and then looked away, turning the radio down, trying to hide the smile that was spread across his face. There was a time where Rooster would have hated being told that, especially by Maverick. But over the past year, the two had grown close like they once had been. Maverick was practically his father. And although he would never admit it, Rooster thought of him like a father. Maverick could never replace his dad, but he could tell Rooster stories that made him embrace the past instead of run away from it.

"Where are we off to Bradley?" Maverick asked him as the vehicle pulled out the gates of Top Gun.

"Theres this little jewelry store on Orange avenue that 'Tash can't get enough of," Bradley spoke, "I hope you brought your Mastercard."

Maverick rolled his eyes, knowing he would probably spend a bit more money than he had planed to.

The quaint jewelry store called Diamonds of the Sea was nestled in-between a coffee shop and a restaurant that was located a mile or two off base. And Maverick and Rooster, who were both dressed in their government-issued uniforms and uniquely similar pair of aviators, pushed open the door delicately enough to make the chiming of the bell startle them. Jewelry stores scared Maverick. He always felt out of place in them. They didn't quite scare him as much as shopping malls did, but then again, he didn't particularly feel at his best in either of them. But at-least Rooster was here to offer his opinion and keep him some company.

The cases of glass filled the store, each one with a different variation of the same diamond ring, necklace, or bracelet. The details were microscopic; you had to know what to look for. And when Maverick saw just how many different pieces of jewellery were there, be began to feel just a bit in over his head.

"Bradley!" the store clerk greeted him with a smile, "Back again I see?" she asked in a cheerful tone.

Bradley shook his head, "Not me this time, Jessica. My friend Maverick here needs a present for someone special."

And for some reason, when Rooster described Penny as being someone special to Maverick, a blush crept up the back of his neck, making a warm pool of adoration rise in his chest.

"Well Maverick," Jessica smiled, extending her hand eloquently, "it's lovely to meet you. Do you have any ideas in mind of what you're looking to acquire?"

"A necklace," Maverick spoke, still a little bit unsure of himself, "But I don't really know what exactly it is I am looking for."

Jessica chuckled softly to herself, "If only you knew how many men in your position have said that to me this past week."

"Could you tell me something about this special someone Maverick?" Jessica said, "It might be a bit easier to help you decide if I know a bit about them."

But just as Maverick was about to speak, Rooster took the liberty of speaking on his behalf. "Its for his girlfriend," Rooster replied, "They've been on and off again since the 80's but now Mav here has finally decided to settle down."

Maverick ran a hand through his hair to hide the embarrassment that crept upon his face, "thanks for telling Jess here my whole life story."

Jessica laughed, "well how about we get the two of you situated in the consult room and we'll bring you a couple of selections and some champagne."

Maverick agreed.

Jessica, who's wage was paid mainly by commission, pulled out all the stops. In the consult room, she brought the two men a stack of necklaces with a range of prices. Some were silver and some were gold, and one had a light pink hue to it. But Maverick didn't like any of them. So, Jessica brought back another stack, and another, and decided to leave the guys alone with their thoughts for a while.

"What about this one?" Rooster offered, holding up a silver locket with a delicate heart-shape that you could insert a photo into. To which Maverick almost immediately shook his head, "its not Penny."

This routine went on for a while. Rooster would make a suggestion, and then Maverick would shoot it down. Poor Rooster, who was still very much wanted in the meeting with Cyclone was now occupied at a jeweller, helping his instructor and friend pick out a gift for his girlfriend.

An hour passed, and the two began sipping at the champagne that Jessica had brought, and the suddenly, Maverick saw it, the perfect necklace for Penny. He stood up slowly, holding the necklace carefully in his hands. It was like a scene from a movie. A moment of realization. This was it. This was Penny.

The necklace was composed of a faded gold chain that was almost brass in colour. And on the chain, a single charm. An anchor. It was simple, it was delicate, and most importantly, it was Penny.

Penny loved to sail, and although Maverick didn't admit it when Rooster had asked him about it, the anchor did depict something more that Penny's love for sailing.

To Maverick, it described his commitment to her. The anchor was a symbol that represented his willingness to stay and build a life with her. He may have missed out on it before, but now he was here, settled down as best as he could be, his feet on the ground; most of the time, whenever he wasn't flying. Penny was his anchor and he never wanted to let her go.

The necklace had costed more than Maverick would have hoped, but nothing was enough for his Penny. So, he had Jessica wrap it up in a signature sand-toned box, complete with a little white bow, and he placed it securely into the chest pocket of his flight suit.

So that night, while Amelia and Maverick were curled up on the couch, listening to whichever home alone movie happened to be on tv that night, Penny was busy in the laundry room, doing her weekly wash of Maverick's uniforms. She checked the pockets, as she usually did, but just as she was about to throw the deep green suit into the washing machine, she noticed something unusual in the chest pocket, a box, one that made Penny gasp. One that made Penny gasp loud enough to have both Amelia and Maverick come running into the laundry room to see what was the matter.

And when the two of them arrived, the box was held open and tears were pooling in Penny's eyes. "What is it mom?" Amelia asked, enticed to see what exactly was making her mother smile brightly amid her misty eyes.

"Maverick," she smiled with eyes of salt, "Its beautiful."

Amelia, who sensed that this was a special moment between her mother and Maverick to share, smiled at the both of them on the way out, "the commercials just ended, I'm going to go finish watching the movie."

Penny nodded and Maverick patted Amelia on the back on her way out, mouthing her a silent 'thank you.'

"You know Penny," Maverick said, looking up to meet her oceanic eyes, "you weren't supposed to see that until tomorrow."

Penny smiled, "well, maybe you should start doing your laundry" she laughed.

"Do you like it?" Maverick asked shyly, a blush of anticipation creeping up on the back of his neck.

"Maverick," Penny gushed, opening her arms and extending them around him, "this is the most perfect gift that anyone has ever gotten me. I love it, and I love you."

Maverick enclosed her in an embrace, pulling her close to his chest, placing a kiss at the top of her head. "Merry Christmas Penny," he said, smiling into her hair.

"Merry Christmas Pete."

[tteokdoroki]

dick destroyer december | i. midoriya

♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.2K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with no nut november over,  finals complete and christmas right around the corner, your number one boy returns to you with only one thing on his mind.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, mentions of poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ) wall sex, fingering ( female recieving ), light!pet play, spitting, cum play, mentions of sex toys, exhibitionism, oral sex ( male + female recieving ),  light!praise, heavy!breeding kink.

♡ author’s note(s):  merry christmas everyone! i hope despite the circumstances that you’re all able to enjoy the holidays and are staying safe, if you’re not celebrating i wish you a wonderful day as well!! anyways here’s a little festive fic to satisfy you guys and tysm for 2K+ followers <33 find the corresponding kiribaku fic here!

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ever since you’d started college, your roomate, katsuki had always said that november was his favourite month of the year; it took you a while to figure out why.

having known the blonde since you were a child, you were aware that he despised the cold weather that nipped at his nose and made his quirk slow down. he hated wearing extra sweaters and begrudgingly asking your mother to make him some hot chocolate whenever he came over to play; in fact he hated asking you for it now as adults in your early twenties but as his good college roommate from freshmen year, you made sure he always had a mug waiting. nonetheless,  katsuki’s sudden love for the winter months  and festive weeks following honestly confused you to your wits end— especially with the impending doom of finals sneaking up on you.

however, you quickly found out the reason behind your best friend’s change in attitude towards the month of november, six months into your freshman year relationship with  izuku midoriya.

“no nut november,” katsuki had purred into the neck of his beer bottle, rolling the cool glass against his bottom lip as he laughed at you from across the room. you had recalled the conversation to have occurred exactly half way through october, before the aforementioned month, you and your roommate had decided to host a small gathering with your classmates— purely fulled by thirty boxes of pepperoni pizza and beer, only two of the boxes had been vegetarian for your friends mina ashido and denki kaminari ( he was challenged by mina to go green for an entire month. “that’s why i love this month s’fuckin’ much.” 

bakugou ended his sentence with a swig of his beer, setting the now empty bottle onto the coffee table that had been a house warming gift from his own mom. the sound causes todoroki and sero to jump from their place playing cards against humanity with your girl friend momo on the floor, and kirishima ( bakugou’s crush at the time, who’s drunk and passed out in the blonde’s lap ) to flinch awake. katuski pets his red hair once, making kirishima blink up at him affectionally.

your boyfriend, izuku, fidgets under the intimating stare of your roomie and you can tell he’s fighting the blush that spreads rapidly across his freckled cheeks.  “n-no nut november?” your baby squeaks out, large palm settling on your lower waist as you shuffle to get comfortable in his lap. it’s clear he hasn’t taken part before, so you know exactly what your best friend is doing. trying to tease him in front of all your friends and pull him into something that you’re going to hate. nonetheless, deku downs the rest of his own alcoholic drink as bakugou prepares a response— the rest of your friendship group now pulled into the conversation.

“katsuki bakugou, don’t be mean.” you scold with a bite into your grease laced pizza and offer up the rest to izuku, who politely passes. you pout.

“‘m not, just sayin’— that damn month will be the only time of the year that i don’t get to hear you and the goddamn nerd fuckin’ like rabbits all the time.”

this time, its you who fights an embarrassed look on your face while your green haired lover simply swipes todoroki’s shot from the coffee table and swallows it all at once. the dual haired boy only groans before rising to get another from the kitchen and the rest of your friends hide their giggles in their own drinks, cards and half eaten pizza slices. “you…you can hear us?”  you squeal incredulously, causing your friends to snort out loud again. izuku still says nothing.

“baby, we damn near almost see you whenever we drop by!” kirishima mumbles with sleep curling in his tone, he stretches like a cat on bakugou’s lap and grins at you— sharpened teeth dazzling under the LED lights in your living room. they flicker to a deep green, but you barely notice it.

abandoning your pizza as a whole, you huff and push up the sleeves of izuku’s hoodie that you wear— just about ready to pummel your best friend into the ground for having people over while you…ahem…get some, but shoto returns from the kitchen quicker than you anticipate and cuts right through the chatter with ease, giving you little time to feel flustered by the sudden turn in conversation. “you guys are more sexually active than my parents and they had four kids, messed up with raising us from touya, though,” he says in his iconic monotonous voice, causing you to splutter and katsuki to kick his feet out in victory. “seriously, i doubt midoriya would be able to beat any of us at this no nut  november thing ‘cause of it.”

this time, deku ( as so affectionally nicknamed by your childhood best friend ), pouts, his frustrated voice bleeding into the conversation. “c’mon, don’t you have a little faith in me, shoto?”

“no.” is todoroki’s simple answer. you flinch, did you guys really have sex that often? to the point where no one believed your boyfriend could go a month without getting his dick wet?

“i second that,” kaminari pipes in, picking a mushroom off of his pizza and leaning over to plop it into sero’s mouth.

“third it!” the latter adds.

your roomie takes that and runs with it. “he wouldn’t last a day even if he tried.”

“leave it alone, katsuki.” you find the courage to defend yourself through your flustered state without realising the buzz of beer and vodka shooting through zuku’s veins.

it takes quite a bit to get your boyfriend drunk, he was a big boy after all and played for your college football team but once the drink was through his system he often broke out of his shy demeanour and into one of confidence and challenging your beloved best friend. izuku’s grip on your waist tightens as he leans forward to point accusingly at the blonde before speaking. “wanna fucking bet on it, kacchan?” he says with sparkling emerald eyes and a honeyed voice that makes you twitch in place in his lap. of course you would get horny right in the middle of your two best boys having a drunk argument.

“what’chu say nerd?” bakugou slurs, pushing poor kirishima off of his lap and to the floor in order to stand up and cross the room towards your boyfriend, pointing a finger in his face.

izuku pushes the digit away, smirking up at the blonde drunkenly and everyone’s gaze in the room suddenly falls on them. “i bet that i can last longer in no nut november than you.”

you whimper from your lover’s lap, knowing that as soon as everyone clears out you’re going to pounce on him before this stupid bet takes place. this doesn’t go unnoticed by the girls, momo and mina, who tease you for having such a high libido but you don’t think they’ll understand how much you’re going to suffer without your broccoli haired boyfriend’s dick every other night. 

you love izuku and katsuki, you really do— but its times like this, for the sake of your sex drive and love life, that you really wish they’d got along more. maybe it was their little battle for your affection that caused the rift between the two, after all katsuki had been the only boy in your life up until college and izuku, you were pretty sure was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with…either way, their rivalry was getting in your way and was about to be a major cockblock for the next thirty days. “hold up you guys, don’t i get a say in this?” your voice comes out in a slight whine as you tug on midoriya’s fitted shirt, but he’s too busy having a stare off with your roommate to notice. “what about me and my needs?”

“it’s not about’cha, shitty girl.”

“stay out of this, yn.”

you huff, pushing yourself off of your boyfriend izuku’s lap to stand and smack the pair of losers upside their heads before joining your girls on the floor. mina pulls you into a comforting hug, trying to distract your mind from the fact that it’ll be deku dick-less for a month while momo serves you out a set of cards to join her in a game of cards against humanity with the other boys lounging on the floor— kirihsima is invited into the game too. “sounds like i’ll be getting you a dildo as an early christmas present!” ashido comments, swiping her deck off of your hand me down rug before anyone can see them.

momo grins at you while you take your cards and take another shot from poor, unsuspecting shoto. “better make it extra thick, we know he’s got a nice one on him, yn.”

“fuck you guys.”

“gladly, we’re not taking part of no nut november like those two idiots.” the black haired girl hums, shuffling in her seat to start the next round. you roll your eyes and turn your gaze to watch the green and blonde haired boys you adore so much fight over this trivial guys only event.

their cheeks are flushed from all the beer they’ve drunk and they’re leaning on each other for support, but that doesn’t stop them from going at each other. “you couldn’t beat me, even if you tried, shitty deku.” katsuki mumbles, arm around midoriya’s head— forcing the poor boy into bakugou’s large pecs. “haha...shitku…”

“oh try me, bitch.” your boyfriend counters, voice so husky it sends shivers down your spine, although it contrasts deeply with the sight of his adorable cheeks pressed against katsuki’s tits.

they’re too drunk to brawl it out and quite frankly you’re too tired to bother to stop them, mind only wondering how you plan to survive the next thirty days.

three years, three novembers and a few weeks into december later; you’re still wondering how the hell you’ve survived.

ever since that night in your freshman year; izuku, bakugou and the other boys have competed vigorously to last throughout the entirety of no nut november; your boyfriend having won the last three years in a row. katsuki hated it, losing to your izuku but he hated the victory sex you gave him even more. 

you’d think he’d be used to it by now, with everyone in their final year of college but bakugou had manage to luck out this year on not hearing you and midoriya go round after round on november thirtieth. finals had hit you guys hard in terms of wrapping up the semester before christmas; they were important to pass too, considering you’d all be graduating within a few months, so you’d barely seen izuku since november ended and december rolled around.

now, being a couple weeks into the festive month and with finals drawing to a close— you had yet to make plans to see your boyfriend. there was little time between the online classes and preparation from the holidays, yet you could feel yourself growing more sexually frustrated by the second. rubbing one out wasn’t doing it for you anymore and listening katsuki’s bragging about his peaceful nights of sleep while you decorated your apartment with mistletoe and tinsel was really starting to tick you off.

the very decoration slips from between your fingers as bakugou walks in, yanking bits of tape from his fingers from where you had him lining the ceiling rails with gold, green and red tinsel. the blonde had only gone and slammed the door to your living room against the wall, grumbling about the stupid mess of clear tape across his clumsy fingers— the action scaring you half to death before you huff, facing him. “what, katsuki? what could you possibly need right now?”

his vermillion gaze picks up from his smoking palms,  a last resort to getting rid of the tape. “came to tell ya that ‘m headin’ out with kirishima— going to pick up our girlfriend from the airport.” a sweet blush lays loosely against your best friend’s cheeks at his admission, not long after you guys’ drunken night in freshman year, bakugou had confessed to your red headed companion; only to find out he had a girlfriend waiting for him in his hometown. 

kirishima wasn’t a cheater, but he also couldn’t help the flutter in his heart around bakugou— so had the two meet straight away and after a lot of tears and large dramatics, the three settled into a cute little relationship. you’d only met the girl once when she visited both boys for spring break— but you’d loved her and knew how much she made your best friend happy.

you smile nonetheless, picking the mistletoe up from the floor. “tell her i said hi, yeah?” you mention to your friend while he shrugs on a jacket and checks himself in the mirror. katsuki was in love, and it was insanely adorable to see. “do i need to set up the guest bedroom for her ’n kiri?”

“nah, shitty red head kicked out kami, he’s staying with sero and mina while my girl’s up.” katsuki shakes his head, letting you fix the collar of his jacket after you bound over to him. “we’ll be back after lunch to pick up some of my stuff though. so don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid and i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you cross a finger over your heart but the mischievous smile on your face gives you away. “no promises katsu, stay safe out there!”

your smile drops however, as soon as your roommate closes the door behind him, knowing him and kirishima, they’ll probably fuck their girl across all the surfaces in eijirou’s free apartment, which only makes your stomach churn with hot jealously and a hint of arousal. 

selfish of you as it were, you wish your boyfriend hadn’t chosen such an intense subject with so many finals and intense studying— but izuku loved engineering almost as much as he loved you, so its not like you would ask him to give up his passion.

besides, you figured he’d look pretty hot in his mechanics classes—sleeves rolled up to his elbows, scared hands on display while sweat drips down his furrowed brow and—

and fuck me, now you were as horny as a mother fucker.

a familiar ache appears between your thighs while you attempt to busy yourself with the rest of the festive decorations; you hang a wreathe at the door both inside and out, tape the remaining tinsel around counters in your kitchen and finally attempt to fix the christmas tree katsuki insisted wasn’t lopsided ( even though it was ). but no matter how hard you worked om christmas-ing the apartment, you couldn’t shake the fantasy of midoriya railing you against his work bench. it wouldn’t go away.

patting your cheeks to calm your hot flush; you decide that you’re done bedazzling and fix some christmas lights above your doorways to go with your LED ones, and get ready to take a cold shower and hoping that the wetness between your legs will go away. you make a  b-line for the bathroom, not bothering to bring a spare change of clothes since katsuki isn’t home. it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before.

you’re half way through your commute, wearing nothing but one of zuku’s old shirts when the front door jingles and busts open from the other side of your home. foot steps pound against your hardwood floor, letting you know someone is approaching.

“fucking hell katsuki, stop slamming the door against the wall before you make another—“ your words die in the back of your throat when your sweet little boyfriend comes into view. albeit a bit dishevelled, deku’s green hair falls prettily over his excited eyes while sweat rolls in tiny droplets from his forehead to his chin and his backpack hanging half off of his shoulder…in all honesty he looks a mess, but a good looking one at that. “zuku? what are you doing here?”

your lover looks bewildered, but a smile that fills you with warmth crosses his face. “i ran across campus to see you; i finished my finals…” he pants, the engineering building is pretty far from here so no wonder he looks the way he does.

despite knowing this, you quirk a brow. “still doesn’t answer my question babe.”

“november is over,” izuku sighs, dropping his backpack and crossing the room towards you in three short strides. When he reaches you, scarred hands curl around your waist while soft lips tickle the shell of your ear with deku’s next words. “it’s christmas…don’t make me wait. i want to fuck you.”

you don’t miss the way bight green eyes darken and drag up your hand naked body, your boyfriend’s shirt ending just above your knees and exposing the meat of your thighs to him. the wetness pools between them, making your skin glisten under familiar flashing LED lights and tinsel. izuku is waiting for a. sign...anything for you to give him consent to take his prize between your legs, electricity crackles in the air and you instinctively reach up to curl your fingers in his curls. “fuck me, izuku.” you say breathlessly, unleashing a month and a half’s worth of hormones out onto each other. “fuck me like you mean it, big boy.”

the teasing lilt to your voice earns you a spank to the ass as deku lifts you up into his arms and over his muscular shoulder. you squeal in delight at the harsh sting, leaning down to pat his ass too. he’s got a particularly nice one and you’re sure it was carved by the fucking gods. 

the green haired boy hauls you over to the kitchen counter, setting you down atop it before his lips find yours in passionate and hurried movements. its been so long since you’ve kissed him, felt his muscles ripple under your touch while your hand roams his chest underneath the varsity jacket he wears.

you push the offending material off while izuku trails a hand between your thighs, chuckling into the kiss at the slick that adds a glimmer to your skin. his pink tongue darts out to lick a stripe across your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter your hot mouth. you grant him access, swirling your own pink muscle around is and suck it down. your breath hitches as thick fingers finally come into contact with the burn of your heat, gently prodding at your puffy, sticky clit. “you’re…doll, you’re so fucking wet already. did you miss me?” your boy moans breathlessly in between your sloppy kisses, pulling away to show you the string of your slick that coats his fingers. you nod in agreement.

izuku taps your lips once and you obediently take the digits into your mouth, humming at your sweetness that invades your tongue, all the while, his other wandering hand shoves two digits into your wet cunt with no warning— making you shiver on the counter while the tinsel you’d taped there scratches at your calves. both sets of fingers thrust into your openings at the same time, giving you a friction you so awfully desire.

“such a good girl, dollface— fuck, i f-forgot how good you looked sucking on my fingers like that.” midoriya whines out and you’re not sure which of your holes he’s referring to, but you couldn’t care less, not when those that stuff your tight pussy are curling against the walls in a way that has you leaking sweet nectar all over your marble surfaces. you gush at his praise however, bucking your hips into his hand while the heel of his palm grinds into your swollen clit— sending shockwaves through your body.

the fingers that plug your mouth are pulled out so the darling sounds of your moans mingle with that of your dripping heat, walls clenching around izuku every once on a while. your lover grinds against the table, watching you with close eyes as your face contorts into expressions that he’s missed so dearly. one thrust into your spongy g-spot makes your body jump and thighs close around your boyfriend’s hand— head falling forward against his shoulder. “mnn, zuzu... haven’t felt this good in s’long, gonna cum, gonna mess up your hand.”

to your dismay, deku pulls from your cunt faster than you would have liked and you whine at the empty feeling in your stretched out hole. your heat makes an awful dripping sound when you’re fully empty, and you grunt knowing that its a mess you’ll have to clean up later. 

however, you’re easily distracted by the lips at your collar bones, painting bruises into your sweat licked skin while slick hands paw at your breasts. “cum on my face first, please?” its cute how desperate izuku is, but you can’t say that you aren’t either— especially when you haven’t fucked in so long.

“yes, god yes…” you accept too quickly while your shirt is pulled off completely; for midoriya’s mouth as moved from pressing hot kisses to your neck onto biting at your breast and rolling the hardened nipple of your other with his free hand. “but, wanna suck you off too ‘zuku…”

your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate with his next movements, kicking off his pants and boxers ( in one go, mind you ) before  picking you up once again and sinking to the floor with you in his arms. he makes quick work of flipping you onto your tummy, pulsing cunny shoved so close into his face that you can feel deku’s nose bump your clit when he breathes and then;  your face rests so easily on the swell of his thigh— right next to his hardened cock that you’ve missed so much.

izuku midoriya is a god and you swear by it.

your friend’s were right, he is packing. he’s thick and girthy, tip angry and red as it leaks heavily with a clear precum that has you drooling. “missed your dick, zu,“ you sigh, mostly to yourself and before you know it, your lips enclose around the head of his cock.

the way you suck on it, as if you’ve been starved of your last meal makes izuku shiver with pleasure and his nails dig into your peachy ass. you roll his balls between your fingers, loving the delicious whimpers you manage to lure from between your boy’s lips and the sound makes your pussy spasm around nothing.

a weighted palm moves to the back of your head in order to push you further down on his cock, deku’s own hips bucking up so you swallow more of him down. the taste of him is dangerously addictive, saltiness dancing across your tongue. “suck my dick sweetheart, yeah? suck on it just like that, good girl.” the hot breath from each of his choked laments brushes against your eager cunt, dampening your skin even more. he dives right in, tongue slithering between your puffy folds while he slurps at you with at  insatiable place. 

izuku craves to make you feel nothing but ecstasy, working his pink muscle hard against your walls that clamp down on his tongue while yours runs laps between the dribbling tip of his iron hot length. inhaling sharply, you force yourself to take more of deku down your throat, listening out for the tears that sting in his emerald eyes wen you swallow around him. You hum with sweet victory when his breathing stutters and hips jump up with excitement.

you’re both close, sensitive from the time you’ve spent away from one another, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care. the room rises with temperature at every step you take towards orgasm, deku taking your cheeks in large, calloused palms and spreading you apart to spit directly into your hole. you swear on your life you’d never known pleasure until you’d met izuku, as no matter how much time you’d been apart, he still knew all the little tips and tricks to get you going. where to hold you, how to touch you, what to say. he was always so focused on making you feel good.

your head bobs up and down with an inconsistent pace, each time, your tongue mapping out the veins on his girth that you’d come to know so well, hand’s fisting at balls and the rest of his cock that you can’t reach.

“i’m gonna…doll—puppy, i’m gonna cream in that mouth of yours… please,” a strangled cry. “i-is that okay?”

you tap his thigh once, your own little signal to let your boyfriend know it’s okay before continuing your work— letting drool pool in your mouth before spewing it onto his cock. deku pulls his tongue from inside of you, flicking it rapidly at your clit to bring you closer and closer to the edge, not wanting to cum without you. and he doesn’t, the cord that’s built up in your stomach finally snapping.

white flashes behind your eyes as you gush all over izuku’s face, drenching his freckled cheeks and painting his innocence with a layer of your honeyed sin. Your lover follows shortly after, filling your mouth to the brim with a heavy load that tastes of him and only him. a taste that you could fall in love with every single day. “baby,”  you giggle after letting go of his cock with a satisfying ‘pop’, heat spreading beneath your skin as you take note of the slight shine to the green haired student’s face. “think you made me squirt!”

“guess i did! you’re always so cute when you squirt for me, yn,” and like the messy boy he is, midoriya wipes his mouth on the back of his hand ( always a poor eater, couldn’t keep his meal in one peace ) before peeking at you from over your quivering and arched back. izuku smiles proudly at his handy-work of your messy cunt, radiating a billion rays of sunshine and your heart clenches in your chest. you hate how cute he looks when you’re in such a lewd and compromising position, like he hadn’t just fucked you dumb under the mistletoe. “should’ve been on my dick ’n not m-my tongue though...”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to another round, if you aren’t.”

“like hell i could say no to being inside you after a whole month of waiting, doll.”

you roll your eyes, but wiggle your hips back into your boyfriend’s face nonetheless. “then dick me down deku, destroy me.”

with your boyfriend’s help, you manage to crawl off of his lap and wait patiently on your knees as he stands. izuku beams down at you, a hundred and one words of love written in his eyes that glow warmly under christmas lights before he pets your head and reaches for your hands to help you stand on shaky legs.

the first kiss you share after this is gentle and sweet, even while your tangled fingers are set free and deku’s large hands are once again on your waist, rubbing small circles into the skin of your hips as he backs you into the nearest wall. you simper at the taste of yourself on his tongue and allow him to hoist you up by the backs of your thighs— locking your ankles at the centre of his back and just above bis bum— all the while keeping you pressed against the wall.

the outline of izuku’s length presses hotly against your weeping slit, his lips still slotted against yours in a slow liplock while his tip smears the remains of his seed across your clit and between your folds. you feel your boyfriend’s arms quiver around you as he slowly begins to sheath himself within your spamming pussy— jolting away from his lips, your mouth falls open in a weak moan and the green eyed boy quickly follows you, copying the movement of your lips as his sweaty forehead meets your own and your gazes align sweetly. “doll…” he mumbles brokenly, letting you adjust to the push of his cock against your walls. “been so long since i felt you like this…”

your fingertips reach out and graze his shoulders, hot breath fanning out between your bodies as izuku’s cock reaches the hilt inside of you. he stills. “move baby, can’t wait anymore— “

izuku midoriya doesn’t need to be told twice when it comes to fucking you; finally making the move to bottom out inside of your pussy. heat blossoms in your heart and your glistening mound as your lover gently rolls his hips against yours and the way he feels reminds you that your mind, body and soul belong to him and him only.

although you are finally together, moving as one against the wall in your shitty college apartment, you crave for izuku to fill you to the brim and reach up to tug at mossy locks in order to bring him impossibly closer.

you don’t dare close your eyes as deku sets the pace, not even as your gaze on him flutters, you want the image of his blushed and blissed out face imprinted to into the back of your mind forever, you want the sounds of struggled whimpers and skin slapping against skin to become the tune of your memories. you want your senses to be filled with him always and forever as make love against tinselled ceiling rails and mistletoe above your heads. all you can think is more, more, more. more of him, more of izuku.

“focus on me, puppy,” izuku reminds you, grinding his pelvis against you every time his hips canter into you. his cock grazes the entrance of your womb, leaking into you like a cocktail of your arousals. but the neediness behind his words makes you blink away the glassiness in your eyes, locking your arms and legs around him tighter and grinding your hips down to meet the drive of his cock into your spongy g-spot. “your cute lil hole’s still so tight, nice ’n moulded into the shape of my cock— made to take me, right?” your boy babbles, tripping over his sentences through the saliva on his tongue.

the feeling has you stirring against your boyfriend’s length, his now rapid pace sending your teary eyes rolling and you mewling. “made for you ’n only you ‘zu, please don’ stop…” is all you can say, mind breaking as midoriya’s hands drop between your joined bodies to draw lazy shapes into your puffy nub, the movements silky due to the mild mix of juices coating your sexes.

each thrust from your lover sends you a little bit up the wall, head of his cock catching tastefully along the ridges of your velvety walls— the way your pussy feels inside drives izuku to the brink of insanity, you’ve always been able to take him so well and he missed the way your cute face curled into expressions of desire all for him. you’re so pretty, so intoxicating and he’s so happy to have you back in his arms.

“s-such a good girl for me, yn…fucking hell puppy,” izuku punctuates each of his toe curling thrusts with stuttered cries of your name, angling his hips upwards to hit your g-spot over and over. everything feels so sloppy, tainted with signs of your love but as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel, you couldn’t care less. “gonna make you mine, gonna fill you up and make you my fucking puppy.”

“’m already yours, always will be zuku,” you manage to speak, clenching down on him and letting out an almost pornographic moan as deku drills into you with the last of his strength.

he nods against your foreheads that remain pressed together, staring at you with adoration written across his seafood eyes. “love you, doll…love you s’much, you did so well baby…cum for me now…” izuku mumbles out, hissing slightly as your grip on his hair tightens to yank him down for one final searing kiss.

tears of heavenly pleasure roll down your cheeks as he swallows your final moan, his words pushing you right over the edge and into an earth shattering orgasm. “c-cumming!” you squeal so loud that you’re sure the neighbours can hear, while you lose control and pulse around midoriya’s scalding cock. the world of colour flashes behind your eyes— release splattering out against your boyfriend’s pelvis and the floor. “mnnn, izuku! i love you, please…”

you’re begging now, your sloppy pussy coaxing him along to his own release while deku relentlessly fucks into you. his chest rumbles with every one of his whimpers and groans, cock pushing you into overstimulation while he snaps his hips into you.

“ohh i love you…gonna cum, gonna cum— fuck, puppy—!” he sobs pathetically, dropping his head to your neck as his teeth clamp down on your bare skin to silence himsel. your tired body is forced up the wall while izuku tumbles into his own orgasm, sweltering seed splashing up inside your abused cunt. he slows to a grind, creaming inside you and painting your insides white as snow— panting with you until your breathing calms down.

the pair of you sink to the floor again, still in one another’s embrace as exhaustion sweeps over your limbs. before you know it, izuku is giggling sweetly against your lips, pressing grateful kisses along your neck and jaw while you fiddle with his baby hairs on the nape of his neck— still trying to catch your breath.

“t-that,” he sighs, nothing but love and adoration cushioning his gaze on you as you settle in his lap. you squirm at feeling so full, his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole but find yourself getting comfortable soon after. “that was so good, i missed you, yn, really.”

you cup the boy’s freckled cheeks and hum, heart swelling at his slight confession. “i missed you more zuku, all of you, not just your dick.” you clarify your words, making light of the mess you’ve made.

izuku rolls his eyes but leans into your gentle touch nonetheless, faking a pout in order to get a kiss on the lips. “glad to know that my girlfriend still loves me, even when she’s been deprived of my godly cock for a month and a half.”

“i’ll always love you.” you say, leaning in to give him a slight peck on the lips.

“as will i.”

you both tilt your heads to complete the vow with a simple kiss when a cough cuts through the love filled atmosphere, making you and izuku jump right out of your skin. Immediately, your gaze scopes out the room, only to land on your child hood best friend— accompanied by both his girlfriend and boyfriend. fuck, you completely forgot about that.

“are you two done now?” katsuki drawls, still tucked into his winter jacket, while krishima covers his girlfriend’s eyes with a free hand, the other occupied by her luggage from her flight. she still offers you an awkward smile and a wave.

“k-kacchan! haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” deku squeaks, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest and at least protect some of your decency. it’s nothing bakugou nor kirishima haven’t sen before ( it’s not the first time you’ve been caught like this ) but you allow yourself to fall into izuku’s protective embrace anyways— heated embarrassment prickling underneath your skin.

your blonde roommate, however, is livid— staring you down with bloody eyes that speak tales of murder. “knock? knock? i fucking live here, you shitty nerd!” bakugou scolds, making you flinch and offer him a weak smile. eijirou by now has the decency to escort his girlfriend into his other partner’s room to gather some of his belongings, effectively leaving you and your boyfriend to face the wrath of your favourite angry pomeranian. the blonde turns to you. “and i thought i told you not to do anythin’ fuckin’ stupid while i was gone?”

“don’t yell at me! i didn’t know izuku was coming… literally and figuratively!” both boys groan at this, making you scowl. what? it was a good joke! “besides, i was just congratulating my boyfriend for winning no nut november, again. you should be used to it by now, suki.”

katuski looks between you both, annoyance sweeping his face before he pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. “couldn’t you congratulate him somewhere else? somewhere, where i didn’t have to be blinded and traumatised for the rest of my shitty life.”

this time, it’s your boyfriend who speaks up, standing with you in his arms. deku smirks evilly, pointing to the little green plant above your heads. “no can do kacchan, it’s dick destroyer december and there was no better way to start it, than under the mistletoe.”

izuku turns swiftly on his heel and makes a dash towards your bedroom before your best friend can threaten to blow you up, presumably to fuck you in your bed for this next round.

“fuck you guys!” he curses you out, watching you go.

“we’re already on it, have a great christmas, katsuki!” you sing back, just a deku slams your door shut and drops you onto your bed—  already crawling on top of you.

you’d have to thank katsuki someday for challenging izuku back in freshman year, because without his newfound love for november— you wouldn’t have discovered your guilty pleasure for dick destroyer december.