#they get drunk at a Christmas party and they kissed..maybe..or maybe they did more..or maybe they did nothing..

[celestielbeing]

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[huntingcupid]

YOU RIGHT WITH LARA RAJ AND MERET MANON

you'd be thinkin' 'bout it every day don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies and it's me and you, no she tryna be all through your sheets have you all on top of me acting like it's not that deep boy, you can take it out on me

⌗ MARZ — fem!reader, SMUT, this is nasty smut, swearing, fingering (r receiving), porn actress, recording while doing it, teasing, kissing, oral ( lara receiving ), thigh riding,mentions of bondage, drinking, everything is consensual! etc..

⌗ SYPNOSIS — how did you find yourself in between the two most beautiful women ever, and how did you agree to be part of their porn video

⌗ CUPID — THIS IS REQUESTED, WARNING THIS IS PURE NASTY SMUTT, anon u hv a genius mind

you partied a lot maybe more than a regular person should, every saturday night it practically became a routine, get dressed in your most sluttiest dress and maybe just maybe attract a woman — you do your makeup extra and make sure you'd smell good, yet with no luck you hadn't met a woman who was down to be with you

well atleast tonight was an exception right? — you wore a red backless dress, gold jewelry accentuating your neck and fingers, vanilla perfume masked all over your body with body shimmer on, you were determined tonight, the minute you enter the club you took three shots of straight alcohol at least it tasted like so, you stumble your way to the middle dancing to the music, the alcohol slowly making you tipsy

you danced slow and seductively, your hands roaming over your waist and torso, smiling at other women, fuck it's not working, not giving up right? though you needed to take a shot real quick, the alcohol needs more power it to make you more confident

you walk to the bartender asking for shots who just looked at you and sighed, ava was her name she knew you by now, she knew your plan and still hasn't understood why, “y/n this is like your third time this month here” ava sighs, you murmur back “so what?, at least im paying”, ava just rolls her eyes handing you two shots, you took it the burn trailing down your throat, you groan as it hit

two women approach your side, one had long black hair wavy and a nose piercing — the other had curly black hair and a few tattoos, you didn't know if it was the alcohol or actually them but you felt the others hands trail to your waist

“hey pretty, what are you doing alone hmh?” the taller one asks, “no one wants me” you giggle — “manon by the way, that's lara” she introduces, “its y/n” you replied, lara smiles taking your hand and leading you to the floor as she swayed to the song, god she looked ethereal, manon was behind you swaying along, you were sandwiched between them two and you couldn't complain, they smelled like cherries and cinnamon — manon's fingers trace your back muttering something about how smooth it was, lara got dangerously close to your face, her lips were glossed and so tempting to kiss

the night stretched, as the two women made you drink more, all three of you were drunk, well except lara she had less than the two of you and was more sober — she offered to take you home, at least to their home, you didn't care you wanted them so bad

the drive felt like 2 minutes from how loopy you were, manon carries you inside laying you in their bed, they both disappear, for a while they came back with a camera and some rope, lara sits beside you her hands slowly removing your dress like you were a gift under the christmas tree — “fuck your beautiful” she murmurs as she finally fully removed it leaving you in your lacy matching undergarments

“lace and red too?, you slut” manon muses, her eyes trailing over your body her hands massaging your thighs, lara sits just above you, assisting your head so your resting it on her thighs — “we can record this right?” lara asks before she turned on the camera you nod shyly

the two women share a look, smirking at each other, manon kisses the desi girl her hands still in between your thighs lara's moans were muffled but it was enough to make you go feral, after so lara points the camera to your thighs with manons hands in the frame — slowly manon peeled of your undergarments a line of slick connecting it to your cunt

“nasty” lara mutters making you clench around nothing, laras fingers come into contact with your lips, tracing over them before pushing in her thumb to shush you since you were obviously shy to make any noise — manon pushes in one finger then two, making you moan, your eyes watering as her fingers disappear into your entrance her finger tattoo getting wet every thrust

“your swallowing my fingers” manon murmurs, lara removes her top which made you finally see her breasts, woah, literally woah — manon's lips flew to her nipples sucking slowly as her digits never stopped inside of you, the camera was surprisingly still steady in laras hands despite her moaning and squirming

“remove your finger lara, let the camera hear how loud she is” manon says to the younger woman, who obeyed her immediately, you bit your lip trying to stop yourself from making noise, “why are you shy hmh?” manon asks tilting her head as she disconnected from laras nipples, “sorry” you whisper back your voice coming out a bit shaky — “bet you are” lara tsks

“can i?” lara asks, she lifts your head putting it on a pillow, as she closes the distance between her and manon sitting on the older womans thighs — thats when you realized lara didn't wear any undergarments, she rode manons thighs as the ghanaian fingered you with no stopping

you felt your stomach slowly feel full and sensitive as manon kept hitting that one spot, the camera long forgotten on the side — lara's moans didn't help neither, she was whiny and her head was buried in manons neck, shaking slightly

without any warning you convulse around manons digit moaning louder than you had expected, your legs shook as you bit your lip — lara follows after, manon then lays both of you on the bed, kissing you two softly on the forehead

“how about you?” you ask tiredly — manon looks at you smirking, “who said we are done anyways?” she smugly replied earning a chuckle from lara

wc: 1k words

[blondbrat]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 1 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23

𐙚 Rafe Camerons!breeding kink

warnings ; smut, breeding kink, f!reader

Rafe who doesn’t love family ‘get togethers’ with a grumpy attitude and noticeable frown :(( maybe their more enjoyable with other families? families who weren’t obsessed with the latter of success and violence? rafe included. it just seemed pointless to him. unnecessary opportunities to argue and manipulate. that’s the only aspects of family he had ever known. until he had met you of course !!

here he was. letting u squeeze your delicate hand over his. fingers enlaced as you two walked down the stairs, into the buzzing yearly Christmas party.

he didn’t want you being there :(( you were like a ray of sunshine — his bubbly, sweet princess. your beaming grin on ur beautiful face was just so pure to him. he felt so overprotective !! letting his angel in the same house same room even as his psycho family just felt so wrong !!

but you convinced him everything would be all right !! he didn’t believe ur sweet words until he found himself leaning against the kitchen counter, listening to petty drama and chatter — he truly hated these kinds of things !! a pounding headache forming in rafes blond head :( his family were truly the humbugs of christmas in his eyes.

he could have sworn your pretty hand was curled in his. until he realized they weren’t, where did u go?? where the fucks his pretty girl? he couldn’t help but panic a bit, this was his crazy family after all !! his blue eyes darting around every room as he frantically looked for you. but rafe was just being protective as always, finally letting himself breathe when he found u upstairs, in the playroom he and Sarah used as kids. now all occupied with his darling little cousins, and you?

rafe was in awe. watching u play dollies with his little cousin darla <3 the brightest smile spread on ur face. simply playing with his lil cousins as ur eyes meet his, sapphire and laced in adoration. giving him a sweet grin. could you be any more angelic? any more beautiful? of course you were drawn to the adorable babies ((: taking not a single notice to his families tension — and letting ur bubbly mind find probably the only bright area of the party !!

u stood up, scurrying over to him as you smooched him a cheeky kiss. “m’ sorry, were you looking for me?”

“I sure was, baby.. your good with kids y’now” why was he smirking? oh !!

it isn’t long before he has you bent over his desk (!! his family still downstairs !!) thick thighs sprawled open as he pounds into ur puffy cunnty !! ur cock drunk lashes fluttering back as ur drooled over mouth let’s out pretty moans !! <3 his deep voice spurring praises like a prayer ‘fuck baby, so fucking’ good with kids’ ‘gonna look so pretty with a baby belly princess’ ‘cummin’ in ur pretty pussy like u fucking deserve’ hes a man of his word. ur gummy walls squeezing his cock as he slams agaisnt ur cervix. thick, warm ropes of cum spurring right into ur womb. how could u not cry out in ectasy? ‘need’ta be quiet’ he groaned. he couldn’t control himself !! u were so warm, so sweet — how could he not fill you with his creamy cum?!— “can’t think of a better gift baby, your gonna be the mother of my baby sweet thing” of course it doesn’t stop after one round !! u’d just look so beautiful with his blond lil baby !! ((:

[nervoussystemss]

Under The Mistletoe - Homelander x Reader

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61661539

Homelander hated shit like this. Not only did Stan and Madelyn decide to throw a Vought holiday party, but Madelyn didn't even show up this time because she was too busy with Teddy, or so she claimed.

Of course, these parties were necessary, as Vought needed to keep their heroes and their company presentable, but still. He hated playing niceties with humans, especially rich, snobby CEOs who thought they were all that when they were only human and easily breakable. The only thing he did like about these events were that there were tons of adoring eyes on him, and to be more precise, your adoring eyes on him.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," he hummed from behind you as you were getting a drink. "You've only been here, what, five minutes and you're already trying to get drunk? Guess you're going on the naughty list this year."

"Watching me from the moment I come in isn't creepy at all," you retort with sarcasm as you take a swig.

"Hey, I'm just looking out for you." He shrugs. "At least get yourself something to eat too."

You grab a small sandwich you see on the table and begin eating it while giving him a pointed look. Once you're done, you take a few gulps of the alcoholic beverage, feeling it burn on the way down, though pleasantly, as it settles in your chest, making you feel warm and slightly giddy.

He notices this. He notices everything. With a raised brow, sipping his own drink, Homelander takes a step closer as his gaze flickers to the drink in your hand. "Don't tell me you're a lightweight, sweetheart," he goads with a slight smirk. His eyes move up and down your body so fast that it almost isn't noticeable.

"A little. I can handle it. Mostly." You gently defend yourself.

"Mhm, sure you can," he hums. "You look good, by the way." An offhanded comment he hopes doesn't sound like he's pining.

"I tried. You know, for tonight." You wave a hand around. "For you." Your eyes meet his, his head tilting as he licks his lips.

"For me?" He mostly just wants you to say it again to stroke his ego.

You nod softly, and he jerks his head to the side gently. "Come." He leads you to a rather small Christmas tree, but above it hangs a mistletoe. "Really?" You flash him a nervous grin. "We're not official yet."

"Well, now's as good a time as any."

You can't help but feel nervous. "I don't know if this is a good idea."

Rejection stings him as his eyes narrow. "Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Ashamed?"

"No, no, of course not!" You quickly backpedal.

"Then why won't you kiss me in front of all these people? Don't tell me it's because of me."

"You're you and I'm me. You're the Homelander and I'm just... nothing special," you blurt finally.

He stares at you for a moment, eyes still narrowed. "Is that what you think?" he asks softly. "Don't be ridiculous. You think I care about that? You're mine and that's what matters, and I want everyone to see it and know." He pauses, a smile on his face. "Unless you don't."

This could be dangerous. What if he hurts someone because he thinks I'm rejecting him? "No. No. I do." You get up on your tip-toes as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him with all that you have, all the passion you can muster, which is a lot, even in your drunken state.

He kisses back with just as much fervor, before pulling back, grinning. "Keep forgetting how much of a good kisser you are."

"We're in public," you remind him.

"So?"

"Not here, not now. Not that I mind, just... not right now." You smile up at him and bat your lashes.

"Fiiine," he sighs dramatically. You make no move to stop him as his hand encircles your wrist, tugging you somewhere as you stumble a bit from the drink, or maybe he was just pulling you too fast.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"But the party—"

"Fuck the party."

"But Vought—"

"Fuck Vought. I don't give a fuck about the party or Vought or the fucking politicians or CEOs or the shareholders. I care about you and want to make tonight special for you, so let me." You both are on the balcony now, his eyes bright as he scoops you up into his arms. "Hold on tight."

"Wait—"

He doesn't. He shoots up as you screech and bury your head in his chest.

"Slow down! I just ate and drank. Do you want me to throw up?!"

He slows down, smiling sheepishly, though you can't see it. "Sorry."

It's only when you no longer hear the wind howling and hear the thud of his boots on the ground do you open your eyes and peel your head away from his chest.

In front of you is the tree that you told him you'd never seen before. He was surprised when you said you'd never seen it, and so—

"You took me to see the Rockefeller Christmas tree?" you ask in slight awe. "Isn't this place usually packed?"

"It is," he replies as he sets you down, tugging you to sit in his lap. "But I made sure it was cleared out for tonight."

"That must've cost a fortune."

"You think money matters to me?" he scoffs. "I have more than enough money from Vought, but there's only one you."

Warmth fills your chest, not from any drink. You tackle his lips with your own and he lets out a low laugh as he kisses back.

"Merry Christmas, babe," he murmurs against your lips.

"Merry Christmas," you murmur as you lean your head on his shoulder, watching the tree and feeling the wind blow against your skin. "Thank you for this. I love you."

"I love you too." The words are quiet.

You don't even realize how cold your hands are until he puts them in between his. "You're cold. We should get home. We've already spent an hour here."

"Selfie!"

"What—"

He doesn't have time to say anything else as you take your phone out and snap a photo of you, the tree behind you both, and his bewildered expression. "Smile this time."

"It's not like you gave me time to prepare," he grumbles.

"Like you gave me time to prepare before you took off flying?" you snort, and he rolls his eyes but smiles as you take a photo.

"Come on, let's go." He scoops you up once again, and once you reach his penthouse, he lays you down onto his bed before stripping down to his boxers and a black t-shirt. He lays down beside you, eyes examining you. "How was tonight for you? Good?"

"More than good," you reassure. "It was great. One of the best Christmases by far."

"One of the best?"

"The best," you correct, and he smirks.

"Better." He tugs you closer as he kisses the top of your head. "I tried for you too, you know."

"I know. I liked the hair. Also, the tree was really nice. And the privacy. And the mistletoe. Everything, really."

"Good. I'll make sure to outdo myself next year." He smiles down at you. "Good night, babe."

"Good night," you mumble as you close your eyes, and as you drift off, you feel him press another kiss against the top of your head gently.

[enbyfvcker]

["Merry Christmas, Honey Badger!"]

𝙒𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙇𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣 (𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩!𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚)

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 0.6k

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮/𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Wade sets a Christmas Party.

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: Fluff, comfort, just them being all cute and domestic and Logan not being used to affection.

Wade always made a point to decorate the apartment on holidays and celebrate them properly. He didn't had that on his fucked up childhood, so it's important to him. Althea told Logan that, so he was playing along even though he didn't really care about those things. He cares about Wade.

Wade gave him really cheesy matching Christmas sweaters with their faces on them, and he hated them. But he wore it anyway. Logan wearing the one with a little Deadpool and Wade wearing one with a little Wolverine.

It was stupid, but it made Wade happy. Logan liked him smiling, even if he wouldn't admit it.

"We look so cute, peanut! Don't you think, Al? Oh, right, you can't see."

"Fuck off, jerk." The old lady spat.

"Well, I wish you could smell how adorable we look right now."

Logan grinned and shook his head. He was doing this more often, he realized. Smiling.

Mary Puppins walks in with her tongue out and Wade quickly scoops her up, the dog licking his face excitedly.

"Come to daddy, baby!"

"Oh, god. You got one for the dog, too?" Logan scowl when he sees dogpool wearing a little Christmas sweater just like them.

"Of course I did! She's our daughter!" The merc replies, holding Mary Puppins up as she wiggles. "Aren't you the cuttest little thing? Yes, you are!"

...

Wade invited the whole gang over: Laura, Yukio, Ellie, Peter... other side characters who didn't have any lines... And he may have cooked a feast - wearing his little "Kiss the cook" apron - and got gifts for everyone. He's cheesy like that. He's got a family now, and he doesn't take them for granted.

It was opening gifts time, and everyone was exchanging presents and there were a lot of "thank you's" and hugs.

It was still all foreign to Logan. He lived the past years all alone, and holidays like this used to be all the same to regular days where he would just drown himself in bottles of whiskey and be miserable.

But this family was nice. He felt like if Wade did, then he could belong, too.

Maybe he wasn't the Wolverine he should be, but Laura still seemed to like him and wanted to bond with him despite how fucked up he is. Wade adored him, and his friends were all kind to him.

Maybe he didn't have to be miserable forever. Maybe he could put his past behind and make a future in this new universe.

"For you." Wade announced, holding out a small wrapped box in front of Logan who was sitting on the couch. "Open."

Logan took the box and Wade sits beside him, tapping his fingers excitedly on his knees.

He unwraps it and when he opens it he sees dog tags that looked very alike the ones he had. He lost them in his universe while he was black out drunk.

But as he grabbed to examine them, he noticed this one's different.

On one side, it read: 𝙇𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣, and when he turned it around, it read:

"𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚"

He could feel his heart aching as he grabbed the tags tight.

"Did you make this?"

"Yeah! I didn't really know what to get you, so I- Oh my god- Are you crying?!"

"No." Logan lied, fighting back an insistent tear.

"Oh god, I can't believe I made Wolverine cry!"

"Shut up."

"Come here, honey badger." Wade coos, hugging Logan in a soft embrace.

Logan doesn't hug back, but he also doesn't pull away. He wouldn't admit, but he needed it a bit. So he just sniffed as he let Wade hold him.

And he may hide it under his shirts, but after that, he never took the tags off. Rubbing them affectionately like he used to do with his old ones. Except these were so more meaningful.

[End.]

Hope you liked it! I wanted to make a cute poolverine holiday fic, so he ya go! Them being all cute and domestic it's so important to me.

[vesseloflukola]

Lukola Love and the Adjacents:

When things get quiet, people tend to want to spiral just a little bit. It’s Christmas time…well, actually, it’s that weird time in between Christmas and New Year’s, where you just feel a bit lazy, you aren’t quite sure what day it is, you don’t really have any plans until NYE, but you know you need to finish eating your sweets and maybe start thinking about your New Year’s Resolutions.

Nothing new is being posted by the main players in the fandom. They are all spending time with their loved ones, and for the most part staying off of SM. So, the fans are left to speculate with the crumbs that they have left us. Did someone come on and tag a picture that was not previously tagged? If so, why? Or is there some kind of glitch happening on Instagram? It’s hard to say. Different people are seeing different tags on different pictures. So that is interesting indeed.

My opinion is that Nicola and Luke are currently in a relationship, and have been since the World Tour. I believe they may have even gotten married sometime in September or October. I also believe that they are currently together spending time with their families.

I could tell that they were in love by what they showed us on the WT, but at first I didn’t think they had admitted it to themselves yet. In hindsight, I think they were already together for most of it, if not all of it.

Let’s talk about how Antonia fits in, shall we? I think she was exactly the person Luke introduced her to be when she showed up unexpectedly to the New York Premiere, a friend of a friend. I think she was introduced to Luke’s friend group and started hanging out with them.

I know he kissed her on NYE last year, but I don’t think that means a thing. I think they were both there, both single (probably drunk), and the clock struck midnight. What do you do at midnight on NYE? You kiss the person you are with. It’s just a kiss. A kiss at midnight on NYE, when everyone around you is kissing someone. It’s honestly not a big deal.

I fully believe Nic and Luke had feelings for each other that were brought to the surface while filming Season 3. I think either because Luke had just broken up with Jade after a 4 year relationship or maybe because of their intimacy coordinator telling them to take a step back to make sure their feelings were real, I think they did take a step back. I think those feelings came back (maybe stronger) when Nic and Luke came back together in December 2023 to film some reshoots. I think those feelings were in the back of their minds, but they didn’t talk about them until maybe sometime in January.

I think they knew their feelings for one another would show up in their interviews, so I think they came up with a plan and presented it to Antonia. She was an up and coming dancer and could use more visibility. She had already been seen with Luke’s friend group. Luke could offer her some visibility by liking her posts and maybe getting her some more followers. She could post stories that make it look like she is dating Luke as a beard for him to see Nicola.

I think she agreed to it and he made sure to help plan things like the In Style pics and Soho house pics. He didn’t want her to actually post him though, just post hints of him.

However, I think she got greedy and went rogue. She decided she wanted to be seen with him. She wanted more. She showed up to the New York Premiere and Luke was pissed at her, and Nic got pissed at Luke. Then she went rogue again and we got Papgate 1.0 after the London Premiere after party.

I am not sure if the hot boy summer 2.0 outings with her and their friend group were part of the original arrangement, or if she found out something sensitive about Nic and Luke that they didn’t want out and renegotiated their deal, but it definitely looks like after Papgate 2.0 in Sorento and Luke’s “friends” broadcasting his location, he got away from them pretty quickly, and has not been in her presence since. It looks like all she gets from him until their contract runs out (which I hope is soon) is some instagram likes.

I realize that some pictures were “released” today to make it look like Luke and Antonia were at his family home over Christmas. These photos look VERY fishy indeed and quite planned out. Also, how INTERESTING that they were posted on a brand new Tumblr account right after we got a surprise drop of an old (unreleased) article from Nic and Luke and some new photos we have not previously seen. What strange timing! Yeah…I am not a bit worried about those pics. I don’t believe for one minute that they are from this year. We know they were L & A were in contact last year and we know that A is friendly with Luke’s sister as well.

Let’s move on to Jake, shall we? Jake Dunn has actually been around for a while. He has been a part of Nicola’s friend group for quite some time. Nic spends a lot of time with her friends. They go to concerts, out to meals, out to bars, or house parties. We know she loves to celebrate achievements and birthdays with her friends. She also takes different friends with her to events she is going to, because who wants to travel alone, when you can take a friend?

Well, while on the WT, gossip columns were brought up (Nic IS Lady Whistledown after all). She mentioned that she used to enjoy reading some gossip columns herself. She said she used to read DeuxMoi, until she read some things about a friend she knew to be untrue. Then she said that they posted untrue things about herself. She said nobody should really believe anything they say. Of course this made her a target with them.

In August, Nicola was papped at a music festival being her normal physically affectionate self with her friend Jake. DM posted the pictures and said she was dating her friend Jake.

Those of us who already knew who Jake was (as part of her friend group) were a bit confused, because 1) He had presented himself as a gay man up to this point and 2) Nic had said several times that she likes to keep her romantic relationships private, and in fact has done so up to this point in her career.

To the first point I will say, no, Jake does not come out and say anywhere that he is a gay man or have a gay pride flag on his profile. However, there is NO requirement to do so. He IS in the entertainment industry and there are plenty of people who discriminate still. He, and his friends have described himself using gay terms. He, and his friends have tried to show (without saying the word) that he is not interested in women romantically.

To the second point, if Nicola, who has both said and shown that she likes to keep her romantic relationships private were to suddenly change her mind about being private, and she somehow WAS dating Jake (despite he and his friends telling us he is not interested in women and both her and other friends deleting posts and comments about her and Jake dating), what would be the point of not telling people she is dating Jake? She is already getting photographed with him. People are already talking about them. What would she have to gain by NOT confirming they were dating, if they weren’t? Don’t you think if they WERE dating and they confirmed that the fandom would quiet down? Don’t you think the people trying to sneak pictures if them would go away quicker? I do.

I think, not only is what Jake and his friends trying to tell us true, I think Nic still has the same philosophy as she did before. She wants to keep her romantic relationship private. I believe that relationship is with Luke. I also believe how that relationship is staying private right now is that the fandom is divided.

Antonia trying to constantly try to show that she is breathing the same air as Luke is helping Nic and Luke have some privacy. Nic continuing to hang out with her friend Jake and DM sometimes sneaking photos (and them posting photos themselves sometimes) is giving Nic and Luke some privacy. Sometimes, having friends post misleading photos in their stories is giving Nic and Luke some privacy.

I think Nic is taking a cue from the title of the new book coming out, that she narrated, to keep the fandom Mis-directed.

[kookygranger]

Fairytale of Hawkins: Part One

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A cheesy hallmark Christmas fic inspired by @bettyfrommars's tow truck!Eddie and prompts #1 & #6 from Betty and @allthingsjoeq's Holiday Prompt Party

Summary: You're spending Christmas in your best friend Robin's hometown this year, after spending far too many alone in the city. She can't wait to introduce you to the gang and all the wholesome festive activities they get up to, but you may have already made a not-so-good first (and second) impression on a certain metalhead in the first few days of your visit.

Warnings: mention of car crashing into snowbank (no damage), reader gets drunk (happy holidays!), reader doesn't have family, reader and Eddie are in their late 20s/early 30s, swearing

Word count: 4.4k

Author's note: I've spent far too long agonising over this when it's supposed to be silly and fun and not perfect, so please just have this first part and ignore me screaming into a pillow in the corner.

Part Two

6 Days 'Til Christmas

You really weren’t feeling the holiday spirit this year.

Not that you normally did.

Christmas for you, meant taking advantage of a quiet city, spending the hours alone walking the empty streets and having nothing but smoked salmon and champagne for dinner without feeling guilty. Sometimes (every Christmas), you’d let a corny Hallmark movie play on your TV and cringe and laugh at the predictableness of it all. Maybe, you’d be a bit quieter when the lovesick couple inevitably kissed at the end, maybe you’d pour yourself a little more champagne.

The aesthetic of the holiday season itself, you didn’t mind so much. The pretty twinkling lights, spiced hot drinks, and cookies you could take. But the frenzied crowds, all the talk of “goodwill” and “Christmas cheer”, when all you had to do was spend an hour in a department store to witness the real ugliness of humanity – hard pass. And let’s not forget Christmas day itself, either people would be spending it stuck with family, passive-aggressive comments and secrets coming out after the first few rounds of spiked punch, or they’d be forcefully and painfully reminded of just how lonely they were in this world.

The snow was nice. You secretly enjoyed the quiet and stillness a fresh blanket of snow could bring to the city. But out here in the sticks? Snow was your worst enemy.

Once your heart had settled back to a normal pace, you got out of the car to assess the damage. There was no smoke coming from places it shouldn’t, no visible scratches or dents that you could see – but there was also no way in hell that you were getting this car out of the snowbank you’d crashed into. At least the deer you swerved to avoid was probably off in the trees to your left with its family, living to frolic another day.

“Shit.”

You had no idea where you were. Already lost on the horrible directions your best friend Robin had given you before that damn deer came out of nowhere. The snow was coming down faster than the street plows could keep up with, your hair drenched in a few minutes as another shiver ran through your whole body.

Hawkins was cold. Like, freezing. You always thought winter was winter, but they really took it to another level here in the Midwest.

The day still had a little light left in it, but darkness was fast approaching. You decided the smart thing to do was wait in the car and hope that somebody driving by would be able to help. Or pretend to help before murdering you. Well, you didn’t think walking on a fairly deserted road in the middle of a snowstorm when you had no idea which direction to go would produce better results. So, you waited.

And waited.

Oh god, you were gonna die here all alone. You never should’ve let Robin talk you into coming home with her for Christmas. You could be happily wrapped up in blankets in your climate-controlled apartment with a warm mug of eggnog right now.

Wait! The rum you bought for making eggnog with Robin.

You scramble to reach over the car’s middle console, hands rummaging through the paper bags on the floor in the back until you find the smooth glass neck of a bottle.

The rum burns your throat on the way down with the first swig, but the edge is taken off soon after with a couple more swallows – the familiar warmth settling into your skin once you’ve polished off about a quarter of the bottle. You curl up into your seat, tucking your legs into your coat and holding the bottle of rum close to your chest.

Distracted by the fuzzy feeling seeping into your head and thoughts of which picture of you they’d use to announce your death on the local news, you don’t notice the sound of a truck approaching or its headlights shining across the back of your car.

Maybe Robin will give them a good one of you on vacation together in The Bahamas last year. God, you wish you’d gone somewhere warm instead.

You almost jump out of your skin, letting out an involuntary squeak when someone knocks on your window. Barely making out the shape of a man with wild hair through the condensation that had fogged up the glass.

“You alright in there?”

Please don’t be a murderer, please don’t be a murderer, please don’t be a murderer.

You open the car door and step out on shaky legs, almost stacking it when your feet are swallowed by a much thicker blanket of snow than you were expecting. The man reaches out to steady you, his hands engulfing your forearms as you look up at your rescuer. Or potential downfall. A black beanie covers the top of his head but does little to protect the rest of his wild curls that fall across his shoulders from the still falling snow. You briefly take note of the blue coveralls with a name sewn in red thread across his heart, before you’re sucked in by the worried look in his brown doe eyes.

“Are you alright?”

You nod, stuttering when you try and speak, gesturing to the car behind you and then to the road. “I–the car, there was a–and then, the ice just sort of…”

The stranger straightens up, the warmth from his hands leaving you as he eyes you wearily, “You been drink driving?”

“What? No! God, no…I–I,” you take a deep breath, trying to compose the thoughts that were tumbling too fast out of your mouth. God, he was pretty. “After I realised I wasn’t going anywhere,” you point to the front of the car, barely visible from the snow piled around it, “I may have opened a bottle of rum to keep warm.”

He scoffs a little meanly, “You realise that’s not how it works right? You actually lose heat faster when you’re drunk.”

A tingling warmth crawls up your neck at his scolding and you shrug, “Well, I thought if I was gonna die I might as well do it with a good buzz.”

He squints at you, his stare stony and you can’t tell what you’ve done to warrant this level of offence from a total stranger. Was he helping you or not? “You’re not from around here are you?”

You straighten up reflexively, shoulders going back in defence, “What makes you say that?”

He gestures vaguely to all of you, “Well, apart from the fact that you ooze city girl,” you frown, “it’s a small town. I woulda remembered you if you grew up here.”

He didn’t say it with a smirk or a sly look at your body. You knew it wasn’t meant as a compliment. Not a ‘you’re so pretty I would’ve remembered you’ but a ‘you stand out in all the wrong ways’.

“Okay, um,” you look around and notice his truck parked behind him, disbelief painting your face when you turn back to him and take in the ‘Munson Motors’ patch on the other side of his name. “Would you be able to help me?”

He answers with a frown as if the question itself is offensive. He has a tow truck and you're stranded on the side of the road in below-zero conditions. Of course, he’s going to help you.

Eddie, goes straight to work hooking up your car to the back of his truck, pulling it out of the snowbank and parking off to the side of the road again as you stand out of the way and watch, shivering now that the freezing outside air has begun to sober you up.

When he jumps back out of the truck to check your car is secure, he clears his throat, speaking to you like he's continuing a conversation, “How long you been out here?”

Your breath catches in a cloud of condensation as you exhale. “What’s the time?”

He pulls back the blue fabric of his left sleeve to check his watch, “Quarter past six.”

“Oh, um…a couple of hours I think.” It had been 45 minutes.

He nods as he gives a chain one final tug. “Guess no one’s come past ‘cause it’d be dumb to drive around in these conditions.”

You had to hold back from reflexively rolling your eyes. Here comes the mansplain.

“You know, you really shouldn’t be driving without chains on your tires.”

You huff, “Well, it’s not my car and I was only popping out to the store to get some groceries…an–and I got lost and then a deer just–” You wave your hand across the road stumbling over your words as the stupidly pretty tow truck driver turns to you and raises his eyebrows. “Forget it.” You sighed, “Is the car gonna be alright?”

Eddie licks his bottom lip, his intense gaze starting to heat you up again as he slowly nods. “The car will be fine. I can drop you and it off if you’ve got an address for me in town.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.”

***

A sigh leaves you as the warmth of the truck cab engulfs you, the smell of tobacco and the black ice magic tree hanging from the rearview mirror, along with something woodsy surrounding you on the inhale.

“Where to?” Eddie plops himself into the driver’s seat, pulling out onto the road as you give him Robin’s parent's address.

The ride there is mostly quiet, aside from the low hum of a Black Sabbath song coming out of the speakers, and you get the feeling Eddie the tow truck guy doesn’t take well to city girls getting themselves into sticky situations on his roads. You’re starting to feel a little silly yourself as the rum buzz well and truly wears off. This was a little too damsel in distress-y for your liking. You were an independent woman for god sake, the best solution you could come up with was getting drunk before an incredibly well-timed, handsome local had to come to your rescue?

As soon as Eddie pulls up to the curb he’s jumping out of the truck, clearly not wanting to spend another minute in awkward silence. You were never really good at small talk.

It isn’t until the passenger side door slams behind you that you notice the yelling.

“Oh my god! I thought you were for sure dead!”

Robin almost knocks you onto the sidewalk when she slams into you.

“Oh, I was so worried! I kept telling my dad, I think I told her the wrong directions. I told you to turn right on Maple when you should have turned left–“Her arms flail about in the air as she rambles in a panic and you just smile at her.

“Rob, I’m fine. I got to the shops okay in the end, it was getting back that was the problem. Then this deer ran out in front of me and I lost control when I swerved.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I almost killed you. You haven’t even been in town a full day!” She squishes your cheeks in between her hands, and you laugh.

Once she’s satisfied that you’re okay, she turns to Eddie as he walks up to the both of you. “Thanks for bringing my girl back alive Munson.” Robin beams and you notice Eddie’s eyes darting between the both of you, things clicking into place before she tackles him with a hug.

“Nice to see ya Buckley.” You hear Eddie mumble something into Robin’s hair and she laughs.

Figures. He was that Eddie. The metalhead with a heart of gold. Fantasy nerd that you were “going to love.” Obviously, your mind hadn’t immediately associated the grumpy tow truck driver Eddie with the one you’d heard hundreds of stories about, the one that was supposed to be warm and quick to welcome outsiders. Maybe it was just you?

“The car’ll be fine. Might just take a little while to warm up next time you go to start it, but if you have any issues just drop it by the shop.” He speaks directly to Robin as if it were her that he’d just rescued from the side of the road.

She thanked him with an affectionate punch to the shoulder and you tried to catch his eye before he turned away.

“Thanks again, for uh–for your help.”

He just nods, eyes briefly making contact with yours before they flit away again and he walks back to his truck.

“Don’t let her get lost again. It’s only gonna get colder over the next week.” He shouts before he slams his door shut behind him.

You turn to Robin who’s cheerily waving him off.

“Cold-er? It gets cold-er?!”

***

5 Days 'Til Christmas

“This is ridiculous.” Condensation forms around your huffs of breath, Jack Frost nipping at the tip of your nose and cheeks as you pull your coat tighter around you, stumbling slightly on the icy ground.

“The only thing ridiculous is your dress sense.” Robin giggles, pausing to let you catch up with her, arm linking with your own as you cross the car park together.

“This is my favourite coat.” You pout.

She shakes her head, “I know it is. And I know how much it cost, but we need to get you something sturdier and some thermals or something.” Her free hand rubs the thin, expensive material on your shoulder.

“Maybe, we should just stop leaving the house.” You grumble, causing Robin to knock her shoulder against yours.

“C’mon! I know we’re meeting everyone in a couple of days, but when Steve told me Jonathan and Nance we’re going to be at the bar tonight as well I thought it’d be the perfect opportunity for you to meet the grown-ups first.”

“Aren’t the kids at college now?”

You’d learnt a lot about Robin’s chosen family over the years. Having met Steve multiple times when he came to visit her in the city and been regaled by countless stories of the trouble they’d all gotten up to in high school.

“Yeah, but they’re not legal drinking age yet and it’ll be much easier meeting everyone else without them around trust me.”

The Hideout definitely wasn’t anything like the bars you frequented in the city, and you couldn’t help thinking about where you were a week ago – an office Christmas party that involved two-hundred-dollar bottles of champagne and coke in the marbled bathrooms – as your weather inappropriate shoes found the sticky floor and your nose wrinkled involuntarily at the smell, eyes wandering over the small crowd of mostly old men hunched over their half-empty drinks.

“Charming,” you murmur, Robin’s arm tightening its hold on you upon seeing her best friend waving at the both of you across the room.

“Hey dingus,” She ruffles Steve’s hair as you approach the group sitting around a small wooden table.

“Hey numbnut.” He was quick to push his hair back, everything but a lonely strand falling back into perfect place. Robin took an empty chair, while Steve captured you in a much-needed embrace, greeting you warmly and without a childish nickname.

He kept an arm around your shoulder as he introduced you to the three other occupants of the table. You shake Nancy and Jonathan’s hand, smiling at the way they held each other, but when you hold out your hand to their friend Argyle he just laughs and gets up to hug you with a “Come here my lil’ city slicker.” The scent of pineapple and pot clinging to you as you take a seat while Steve heads to the bar to get you and Robin a drink.

“Where’s Eddie?”

The pang that jolts you at Robin’s casual mention of her friend’s name is slightly concerning.

“He’s over there with the guys.” You follow Jonathan’s gesture to a group of boys standing next to a makeshift stage at the far end of the bar. A tousle of brown waves in a leather jacket stands with his back to you with three others dressed much the same, all drinking beer and laughing. You couldn’t see his face, but even from here you notice his shoulders look more relaxed than he was during your encounter yesterday.

Maybe you’d get to see the “warm” Eddie now that he wasn’t having to haul your car out of the snow.

Steve returns to your table with drinks and takes the seat next to you, reaching over your shoulders to pinch Robin when she complains about hers not having enough ice before letting his arm relax around you. Steve had seamlessly fit himself into your life when you first met just as he always did in any situation, and you knew that he could sense your nerves about meeting the rest of the group. You just hoped he didn’t pick up on any nerves about the presence of one in particular.

“Nice of you to join us Buckley.”

You tense as Eddie appears at the table and Steve squeezes your shoulder, smirking into his drink.

Never fucking mind.

“Oh my god, you guys I have to tell you all about Eddie’s hero moment yesterday!”

As Robin captures the attention of the group with a dramatic retelling of yesterday’s events, your eyes wander to your reluctant rescuer. He was yet to acknowledge your existence, only rubbing his neck and blushing when praise was thrown his way. His attention is mostly on Robin’s theatrics before it shifts, and you notice his gaze land on something by your shoulder. You look down at Steve’s hand still resting there and when you look back up your eyes catch shining, dark chocolate ones.

You’re the first to break the spell, eyes quickly landing on the table, unable to hold his intense stare.

When Robin finishes her story you excuse yourself to get another drink, having nervously gulped yours down already and you pass Steve on your way back to the table.

“Hey, can you give these to Eddie? He’s just outside. I need to take a leak, thanks.” He walks away quickly, leaving you with a packet of cigarettes in your hand.

***

Eddie stands with his back to you, leaning against the brick of the bar as you exit the swinging door, a blast of arctic air hitting you as you immediately wrap your arms around yourself.

“Hey.”

He spins around at the sound of your voice.

“Uh, Steve said you needed to borrow a smoke?” You hold up the pack.

He stares at you for a second before he lifts an unlit cigarette in between his fingers.

“I’m all good. Bummed one off Gareth.”

You nod and shove the carton in your coat pocket.

“You smoke?”

“God no, I value my lungs. These are Steve’s.” You shake your head and Eddie raises his eyebrows, pausing in his motion to light the cigarette now pursed between his lips, the yellow flame from his scuffed bic lighter flickering in the chilled breeze.

He releases his thumb from the lighter, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and frowning at it.

“So uh, I didn’t expect you and Buckley to show up tonight.”

You grip your coat tighter around you, it’s far too cold to be out here but you’re pleasantly surprised that he’s initiating conversation with you. “Oh yeah, Robin dragged me out of the house to come see some lame band. Personally, I think it’s too cold to do anything other than drink tea under a pile of blankets but–“

“Robin said they were lame?”

“What?”

“The band playing here tonight, she said they were lame?”

“No, she just mentioned that they’re here every Tuesday,” you look up at the neon signage hanging above the door, missing a ‘d’ with a barely flickering ‘o’ and shrug, “I figured–“

“Hey, Ed!” One of the boys Eddie had been standing with earlier pops his head out of the bar door, giving you a curt nod when you turn around. “You ready? We’re on in two.”

“Yeah, just give us a sec.”

The boy disappears back behind the door and you screw your eyes shut. Of course it was his band.

“Shit, Eddie I’m sor–“

“You always just say things without thinking?” His arms are crossed, eyes squinting at you in that offended disbelief that seemed to be reserved just for you and your big mouth.

You sigh, “Only around you apparently.”

You swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch. “Why’s that city girl?”

The nickname could almost pass as a term of endearment, the way it comes out of him in a drawl if it wasn’t for your terrible first and second impressions preceding you.

You shake your head, “Never mind. I’m gonna–“ You point your thumb behind your shoulder, “Yeah,” and walk back inside before you manage to say anything else idiotic, Eddie grinning after your retreating form.

***

You watch Eddie thrash about on stage under the haze of a couple of shots, needing a little liquid courage before you could throw yourself back into socialising – at least you seemed to be getting along with the rest of the group.

His skin was glowing with sweat under the cheap yellow stage lights, leather jacket abandoned so you could now see the tattoos peaking out from under his tattered old band shirt. One that hugged his biceps as they flexed with the ferocity of his guitar playing. Holy shit.

When he jumps off stage and approaches his friends, you can’t take your eyes off the damp hair that sticks to his neck and forehead.

“You guys were amazing.”

He bows his head at your compliment. The two of you now slightly off to the side of the rest of the group as they figure out whose round it is. “Not lame then?”

“No,” you shake your head, “no, I shouldn’t have–that was shitty of me to judge without hearing you. To judge, full stop. I’m not like that normally. I know you think I’m just some city girl who’s completely out of touch but I’m just–I got a bit nervous about meeting you all and making a good impression for Robin. I’m sorry.”

He rubs the back of his neck, “S’nothin’ to apologise for. Not like we’re playing The Garden or anything.”

“That doesn’t matter.” You frown, “You’re great–I mean the band are great–I can tell that you all love playing up there no matter the audience. That’s what’s important.”

“Thanks.” His soft tone and doe eyes threaten to swallow you whole. You look away, burning up under his attention again.

“You’re welcome.”

“We’re playing pool now, I need you on my team c’mon.” Robin wraps her arms around you and drags you away before Eddie gets the chance to keep you talking.

***

“Wait, Steve! You’re not driving?” You cringe at Robin’s slurred volume as she shouts across the small car park, thankful this isn’t a residential area.

“Pfft no! I’ve had way too many. I’m going in Nance’s car.” She glares at her best friend as he follows Jonathan and Argyle, waving her off.

“How are we getting home?!” She raises her arms in exasperation and turns to you as if you’d be able to offer a solution, the creaking of the bar door opening behind you grabbing both of your attention as Eddie steps out. He stops short, car keys coming to a halt mid-swing when he notices eyes on him.

“Eddieeee.” Robin sing-songs, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. His eyebrow quirks up. “Fancy dropping off two gorgeous young girls and making sure they get home safe?” She leans her head into yours and you giggle.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yeah whatever, get in.”

Robin turns away abruptly to head towards his van, leaving you to stumble without the support, Eddie’s warm hands brace your arms before you even have time to think.

“You good?”

You nod, “Had a lot to drink.”

He huffs a laugh as you sway, breath stuttering when you look up at him, “Yeah, you did.”

The snow that falls around you two lands softly on your face, melting in your hair and on your eyelashes as you crinkle your nose.

“It’s so cold.”

He licks his bottom lip, “Right, right let’s get you home yeah?”

***

Despite Robin’s clumsy nature she always manages to stay light on her feet when she’s drunk. So, by the time Eddie pulls up to the Buckley residence she’s shooting out of the van, cackling at her own joke while you’re still trying to undo your seatbelt. Eddie tells you to stay still before he jogs to the passenger side and unhooks you, holding onto your arm as you step down onto the ground on wobbly legs.

“Where’s Robin?” You look around, the front yard frosted in snow that’s warmed by yellow fairy lights hanging around the edges of the house, but noticeably void of your charmingly sassy friend.

“She’s already inside. Here, let me get you to the door.”

His hands help steady you, guiding you to safety up the icy path, one stretching over your lower back the other holding your elbow. You hadn’t noticed his rings before now, silver glinting under the lights now directly above you as you walk up to the front porch. These hands adorned in skulls seemed to keep coming to your rescue. But you don’t need some hot tow truck, sexy guitarist guy coming to your rescue. You’re a capable, independent woman.

You feel Eddie’s breath on the back of your neck when he laughs softly.

“You think I’m sexy huh?”

You frown as you stop at the front door, shaking your head “What, why would you think that?”

“’Cause you just said it.”

“Out loud?!”

He snickers as you bury your face in your hands, “I have to stop drinking around you.”

Eddie bites his lip as you slip through the front door mumbling a good night and close it behind you without another glance at his smug face. He’s still smiling as he turns the ignition, the radio on low as Fairytale of New York fills his van with warmth. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head before pulling away from the curb, this fuzzy feeling in his chest not something that’s familiar to him.

“Fuck.”

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My entry for the @pickled-pena challenge!

Summary: You meet Javier Peña on a New Years Eve party. A year later you're still together, making plans for the future.

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

Rating: M

Warnings: falling in love, fluff, pregnancy, dumb puns, kissing, suggestive language, awful lot talk of pickles

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A new year always seemed to come with expectations. You never really understood why everyone was expected to celebrate the changing of the years. Why everyone expected everyone to be in a good mood and wanting to celebrate the changing of years.

All New Years eve to you was, was your parents now not needing an excuse to get drunk and party when you were growing up. They were young when you were born. Just out of high school. And they tried, at least in the beginning from what you could remember. 

You did not like New Years eve, and you hated new years resolutions. They never worked for you you, so you didn’t bother. And you did not celebrate New Years.

That was until last year when your best friend dragged you to a house party, making you wear a dress you didn’t like but according to her making you look like a dream. 

You never really went out, too busy with work and spending time in bed reading. 

But his night, maybe after a couple of drinks you made a vow to yourself (not a resolution mind you) to be more open, to get out more, to maybe even find love. 

That it would happen on the same night was not something you could have ever imagined. 

You and Javier met twenty minutes after midnight. 

He invited you for a free drink after saving you from the drunkest man you had ever encountered with the most stupid pick up line ever. You thought he was just being nice to you. It would take almost three weeks for you to figure out that he was genuinely interested in you. 

You were more or less inseparable ever since. 

It was a whirlwind, falling in love with Javier Peña. 

He was still fighting his own demons, having spent years in the drug war in Columbia you only read about in the newspapers about. He had moved to Portland, Texas to be close to his father, but also have a new start where nobody knew him. 

He told you almost everything about his time with the DEA, wanting you to know what kind of person he was, his mind made up about not deserving something good, something to love, to be loved. 

It took some time to make him understand that you were in this for the long haul.

Something that came even more apparent when you found out your were pregnant just five months after making things official with him. 

It’s how you found yourself six months pregnant on a ranch in Laredo, Texas on New Years eve. Javier’s father had invited you both to spend the holidays with him, wanting to get to know you, and while you were hesitant at first because of your past with your family, you quickly found yourself wondering if this was what the future would look like. 

Lazy Christmas mornings spend with Javier in bed before you made breakfast. Chucho insisting on making the whole Christmas dinner, shooing you out of the kitchen everytime you even intended to help. 

Presents wrapped under the Christmas tree.

It was like a dream. 

Javier was out to help his father take care of the animals while you were preparing some potato salad for lunch. You were looking for the glass of pickles (well one of them, you had to have at least four different sorts in the house all the time because you had been craving different kinds) when the door opened behind you. Looking over your shoulder you saw Javier walk in, brushing his hands over his jeans, wearing a Cowboy hat on his head, before he gave you a small smile. 

„Whatcha up to baby?“ He asked, walking over to you. 

„Searching for the glass of pickles I need for the salad,“ you hummed, still on your tiptoes as you looked inside the fridge. 

„Any specific kind?“ He asked. You felt his hand on your back and sighed. 

„The ones with the red label on the jar?“ You said, still looking. They had a shitload of Garlic in them and you were craving garlic pickles. For the salad of course. Just for the salad.

He hummed, pushing the fridge closed and you pouted and turned around, finding him smiling down at you. 

„If I remember correctly you ate the rest of those last night,“ he hummed, wrapping his arms around you. 

You widened your eyes. 

„I did not,“ you hissed.

„Did so. Found the whole jar empty this morning, next to an almost empty bottle of whipped cream,“ he nodded, trying to lean in to kiss you but you narrowed your eyes, bringing one of your hands up, your finger tipping pointing against his chest. 

"You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?“ You asked and he huffed, still smiling. He leaned in, his lips at your ear. 

„I was trying to get some sleep after you jumped me and made me made you cum four times,“ he whispered and your lips parted in mock shock, releasing a shaky breath. 

„I made you? If I remember correctly you were very much into it, Mr. Peña,“ you teased and he shrugged. 

„Never said I wasn’t,“ he finally kissed you and you hummed against his lips. 

„Where’s your dad?“ You asked against his lips. 

„Going to the store to get you your pickles,“ he grinned and you laughed. 

„So that means… We have an empty house to ourselves for what? An hour?“ You asked. 

„He’s gonna visit his brother too, so more like three hours,“ he nodded. 

„Hmm…“ you hummed, bringing our arms up, your hands crossing behind his neck. 

„Mhhh…“ he hummed back, his lips slowly wandering down your jaw. 

„What… ever will we do with all that time?“ You asked innocently. He grinned at you, slowly turning you and walking you towards his bedroom, his lips on yours. 

„Wanna check how often I can hide my pickle inside of you?“ he asked and you both started laughing seconds after. 

„You did not just say that,“ you giggled, shaking your head. 

„Yeah I can not believe I just said that either,“ he shook his head, helping you sit down on the bed when you made it to the bedroom. 

You let yourself fall back, sliding into the middle of the mattress, looking up at him. 

„Only you could say something this stupid and still have me dripping for you,“ you sighed, parting your legs. Hungry eyes followed your every move, your fingers as the slowly pulled on the dress you were wearing, revealing more and more of your skin to his eyes. 

„Yeah?“ He asked, his voice dark.

You let your eyes wander the length of his body, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, his cock already hard inside his jeans. Still wearing that cowboy hat.

„Wanna eat my pussy?“ You grinned and he groaned. 

„Fuck yeah.“

It was in the early morning hours of the new year that you found yourself in front of the fireplace next to the Christmas tree, laying with your back against Javier’s chest.

His father had gone to sleep shortly after midnight, leaving the two of you alone. 

„Any resolutions for the new year?“ You asked him, his hand slowly rubbing over your growing stomach. 

„Many,“ he said, his lips close to your ear. 

„Me too,“ you nodded. 

„Wanna share?“ He asked. You shook your head no.

„Don’t wanna jinx it,“ you said and he sighed. 

„Yeah, me neither.“

„Got one I wanna share though,“ you hummed, a smile playing on your lips. 

„Yeah?“

„Gonna love you even more this year than I did last year,“ you whispered, feeling his arms tightening around you. 

„Still love you more,“ he hummed and kissed you neck.

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Holiday Music

Jegumas Day 8 - @noblehouseofgay - 500 words

The worst thing about the holidays is the music. It’s annoying, repetitive, the lyrics are awful and fuck, the bells. And it’s always the same few songs playing from every nearby speaker. Regulus absolutely despises holiday music. He always has, and always will.

At least, he thought he always would. Because, his insufferable brother quite literally dragged him to a Christmas party the Potters were hosting. And now he can’t stop staring at James Potter, who’s moving his hips in a way that can only be described as scandalous.

“You’re drunk,” Remus states from beside him. When did he get there?

“I’m not,” Regulus puts extra effort into ensuring his voice doesn’t come out slurred.

“You’re usually so good at hiding your crush on James, but you’re looking at him like you want to devour him.”

“Can you blame me when he’s doing that?” he replies instantly, and Remus smirks as he finally confirms his crush on his brother’s best friend. Maybe he has had too much to drink.

To make matters worse, the next song that plays is that Mariah classic. James practically screams the lyrics at the top of his lungs, and makes eye contact with Regulus as he sings, “All I want for Christmas is youuuu.”

“Looks like that crush is reciprocated.”

“You must be drunk to think that.”

“No, he’s right,” Sirius says from his other side, making Regulus jump.

“Jesus, you people need to stop sneaking up on me.”

“Prongs is mental about you, Reggie, and it’s getting annoying watching you two dance around your feelings.”

“Karma for you two.”

“Touche,” Remus laughs. “Just go talk to him.”

“He’s busy.”

“Regulus!” James shouts from across the room. Oh, he just has the most perfect timing. “Come dance with me!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Pretty please,” he pouts, and how can he ever resist him. He downs the rest of his drink and makes his way to him. The smile that spreads across his face warms his stomach more than the alcohol ever could. “Can I tell you all I want for Christmas this year?” Regulus nods, not trusting himself to talk in this state. James leans down to whisper in his ear, “You.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.” Regulus looks away from him; he can’t get his hopes up. Why would James ever like him? James gently tilts his chin so they lock eyes. “I want you, Regulus. I have for a while.”

“Then why only tell me now?”

“It’s a Christmas party. I’m surrounded by couples and I thought, why not just shoot my shot? The worst that’ll happen is you’ll reject me, but then I can move on instead of pining hopelessly after you. So, I’ve just got to ask, Reg. Do you want me too? Or is this just one sided?”

“I want you too,�� he breathes out and the small gap between their lips closes, electricity coursing through his entire body as the kiss deepens. Turns out holiday music isn’t entirely awful after all.

[pumpkinsy0]

CAN WE PLS GET SOME PAPERCUT CHRISTMAS HEADCANONS🙏🏾 (and maybe some dallas)

i made this literally RIGHT after i woke up from a nap i came READY🙏🏽🙏🏽

•they all wear ugly christmas saeaters, difference for pony and curly though is that they also wear matching ones as per curlys request. bonus points if theyre naughty vs nice

•pony and curly is that couple who tries avoiding the mistletoe bc everyone is around and believe it or not they have a limit on pda depending on how many ppl there r, but some of the gang r trying to push them under it

•around christmas time is the only time the curti’s use their small fire place and curly would knock OUT when he was in front of it bc his house was rlly cold, and ponys always checking up on him bc he reminds pony of a lil stray cat seeking shelter. purring and all

•dally hates it when ppl start to celebrate christmas right after halloween, like RIGHT after, he hates the fast change, he would like a moment to himself after being w family, yknow to just calm it down. the curtis’ have a habit of doing that so they dont see dally for like a week when they start doing it

•once curly was planning on giving pony this small gift during this small party that woulda meant a lot and he was hoping to keep it to himself cause ewww showing feelings in front of others, but he just couldnt so he asked part of the gang to help him out in finding it in time

•im not denying that curly WOULDNT put a mistletoe on his belt to b cheeky, im just saying it would b above his ass so EVERYONE can kiss his ass. he even put the mistletoe upside down and said it was a reverse mistletoe where everyone above it has to kiss him. pony tried taking it off him before he walked into his house but curly has sticky fingers he got ts out of ponys drawers from his room somehow

•he got that idea from dally btw, he was being nosey and eavesdropped on him and tims “oddly emotional drunk eggnog w alcohol and kremas binges”

•darrys walked in on pony and curly making out under the tree before, at first they were just wrestling but it escalated. darry does NOT care, he wants it to stop IMMEDIATELY especially bc they knocked down a few ornaments w it

•curly and pony window shop a lot near the holidays (ponys totally going in there to steal what pony had his eyes on later in the night, its usually just postcards bc pony has a weird attachment to holiday postcards, they comfort him)

•dally and soda r the only ones who remember mrs curtis’ hot chocolate recipe. if sodas busy thats the only time u will find dally in the kitchen. he says its just for himself but give a couple minutes and hes gonna walk in the living room saying if anyone wants go get

•pony makes sugar cookies for curly and curly tried cooking sugar cookies at his place and he did but they dont look right at all, y does half of em have a dick and y is the cookie so big, did u cut out these shapes w a knife😭😭

•”ho ho holy shit u look great tonight” “please shut up already”

•ponys knit curly a scarf that curly uses a lot, even has his initials on it!! curlys jacket is already wind resistant but no harm in being more warm!! tim and angela tease him for it but t the end of the day hes gonna b warm asf and they aint, when he sees angela shivers he lets out a lil “hm,,,” but ends up giving it to her to share

•i like to think dallas and sylvia have their nice moments together, especially on christmas!! its her favorite holiday and dallys not a complete asshole he tried getting her SOMETHING

[gowonders]

11:45 ♥ c.bg

notes : helloooo >_> felt like writing a new years fic for the pure reason of me liking it more than christmas.. and i got a crazy idea while doing my makeup .. soo.. !!! DID I FORGET TO RELEASE THIS…??? maybe. so it is based around new years, im so so so so sorry!! its so late >_< hope you enjoy this ~

warnings : not proofread, english isn’t my first language, yes i did bsf➡️lover again kill me, perv!switch!gyu, kinda perv!sub!fem!reader, dubcon, mentions of alc, and oral (m. rec.), reader has a BAD oral fixation :3, lmk if i missed any baes~~

beomgyu only had one new years wish. or.. resolution, he should say. to get you, his best friend to be his new years kiss. and he had a set plan, to get you to a party, and get you drunk enough to forget anything if you didn’t feel the same .. simple enough, right?

except, like anything that seems simple, it was the most fucking complicated thing ever.

a couple of knocks are heard on the doorway as you fix your makeup up, you turn your head back and meet beomgyus gaze, a meek smile on your lips. “hey gyu, what’s up?” you ask, putting down your lip gloss vial. beomgyu huffs and shakes his head. “um? we have to go soon.. get dressed and finish your makeup, i only wanna be fashionably late.” he says with a chuckle. “okay, okay,” you respond with a giggle. “let me get changed…” you trail off as you put on lip gloss, it had a pretty glimmer which gave it a white tone, and of course, it drove your best friend crazy. because all he could think of was painting your pretty lips with his cum…

“beomgyu.” you cut through his thoughts, holding up some dresses. “can you help me pick one? i’ll be quick, i just seriously don’t know which one to wear.” you ask with a pout, tilting your head.

“uhhhhhhh” beomgyu says into the air.. both of the dresses were cute, and they’d look perfect on you.. but one was more revealing. one one hand, it’d be really easy to keep his eyes on you all night.. but on the other, people would be able to see you too… “that one.” he says, pointing towards the less revealing dress. he’d be able (hopefully) to see more some other day. “oh, yeah! that is cute!” you say with a smile, “let me get changed and we can go.”

a few minutes later, you’re walking out of your room, looking absolutely perfect. like.. beomgyu could die right. there. but luckily, he keeps his composure and stands up, looking you up and down. “you look really nice, yn.” he says with a grin. “um.. thank you gyu, you too?” you respond with a chuckle, tilting your head at your best friends sudden sentimental words.

with a sigh, beomgyu waves his hand and grabs his keys, waking towards the door. “let’s get going?”

and somehow, maybe 2 hours later, you’re wasted.

you only had a few drinks.. did you? at this point, you couldn’t keep track. your best friend kept handing them to you, and you just took them, because what kind of person turns down free drinks? maybe a smart person.. because at this point, you are feeling things worse than a buzz.

“beomgyu….” you slur out, titling your head as you look at the boy sitting next to you. “can you hand me that..” you say to the boy holding your purse in your lap, pointing at it. you had kindly asked beomgyu to hold your purse before you came, and thank god you did.. because who knows where your stuff would be without him? “yeah, for sure.” he says stiffly, handing you the bag.

his mind is going crazy. he pulls out his phone a few moments after giving you your stuff, and sees the time. 11:45. he only had around 20 minutes to try and get you to be his new years kiss.. or more.

and god.. the way you applied that pretty and shiny lip gloss right infront of him didn’t help. he wanted to kiss it off, and have it smeared all over his cock. you would look sooo pretty… big, round, glassy eyes looking up at him, your bruised knees visible from your short dress, his hands tangled in your hair. don’t even get him started, if only you gave him a chance.

“it’s 11:50…” you start, pouting. you take your can of.. whatever you were drinking at this point, who was keeping track, and holding it up to your lips. “another year, no kiss.” you say in a tone that, to beomgyu, sounds like you’re begging him for that kiss. you take a sip of the drink and hold it up, making a toast to yourself. “ah, no.. yn..” beomgyu says, pulling your can down. “if you want.. i could kiss you? i know we’re best friends but like.. you complain every single year.” he sighs, looking you in the eye. he had you right where he wanted, you were drunk, he could have you in his arms if he used the right words. “i just hate to see you so upset!” he says with somewhat fake pity.

“really? you’d do that for me, gyu?” you ask, your face almost lights up. “you’re so thoughtful.. shit, i’ll take it.” you say with a slurred chuckle, pulling out your phone once more to check the time. 11:59.

“well. um.” beomgyu starts with a chuckle. “yn, happy new years. you’re my closest friend, and i can’t wait to see what the new year brings, right? i think you’re really great so like-“ he says, somewhat rambling before you cut him off. “its 12.” you mumble, holding onto his shoulders and pulling him in, pressing your glossed lips to his.

finally, ohmygodohmygodohmygoddd- are all of beomgyus thoughts repeated as you kiss him, and soon enough, he tries and shoots his luck, swiping his tongue across your lip, and your lips part.. which just ends you guys making out for a little longer than some “new years kiss”…

as he pulls away for air, you’re still connected by a string of saliva, and his lips are smudged with your lip combo.. just like he wanted. you guys had already made out.. and you were in some isolated part of the house.. it wouldn’t be a crime to ask.. “yn, wanna give me head?” it was bold. really fucking bold. but you were drunk, you would not remember anything in the morning. “yeah, sure.” you mumble. “like.. right now…?” you ask, and he just nods.

“mkay.” you say under your breath, and your hands move to his belt, undoing it. the clinks echo throughout the empty room as he leans back on the armrest of the couch, his hair turning more disheveled than it was before. your fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs once you unzip his pants, and he shivers, leaning his head back.

“i’m gonna.. yeah.” you say, slipping off the fabric and watching his hard-on spring against his stomach, your mouth watering at the sight of his leaking, red tip. you press your thighs together and whine, wrapping your hand around the base of his length, starting to pump it. his cock was so pretty..?

you could barely contain yourself as you press a small kiss to his tip, a shaky breath fanning against it. “so pretty. love you.” you mutter before you lick up his precum and wrap your lips around his length.

beomgyu couldn’t believe his ears.. aren’t,,, drunk sayings,,, sober thoughts??? he didn’t want to harp on it much.. he was literally about to ruin you. and your pretty little face.. and that really distracted him as he laced his fingers through your hair, fisting it.

as you sped up, beomgyu started to push your head down to take all of his inches, making you choke slightly and tears well at your eyes… you could care less. the salty taste and the way it hit your throat had you going crazy, you had to press your thighs together to try and satiate some neediness, but you could still tell, with the way your whines and moans muffled against his cock, making the experience all the more better.

“n-ngh, yn, fuck!” he chokes out, hips snapping up against your face as he pushes your head all the way down. “f-feel so- good..!” he pants. sweat was beading at his forehead, and a sheen of it could be seen from his half open dress shirt.

and you were faring no better, because beomgyus taste alone had you going, eyes squeezing shut to hide the way they rolled back.. you couldn’t wait for him to just paint up your throat.. and he looked so pretty, eyes squinting and lips parted as he lets out heavy breaths and groans, his disheveled hair and shirt.. god you were going crazy.

your hands jerked off the parts you absolutely couldn’t reach, so with that, your mouth and the vibrations of your moans.. beomgyu was on edge.. he could cum. any second. and honestly.. so could you.

“g-gonna c- ah!!” beomgyu cries out, throwing his head back all the way against the arm rest, hips rolling up into your face, gripping your hair for dear life, needy moans leaving the boy until he stays in a hilt, shooting white ribbons of seeds into your throat, making your whine against him, and that shot off your climax, except you finished in your panties, ruining the flimsy fabric. he just tastes so good..

and you were about to get the whole.. ruined underwear.. somewhat taken care of.

[hinge]

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[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 13

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“This is quite nice, isn’t it? I think I could get used to it” grandad said when we arrived at the VIP area at the Emirates.

“It is surprisingly nice, yes.” I may have to give City’s a chance and see if it is as good.

“Oh, there you are!” a man said behind us. “Not bad, eh?” he said before hugging grandad.

“Not bad at all. That’s what I was telling my granddaughter.”

“This is her?” the man asked. 

“The very same. This is Mr. Ramsdale, love” grandad said.

“Very nice to meet you, miss” he replied, kissing my hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Ramsdale.”

“Would you like a drink while we wait? I usually don’t have anything, I get too nervous. But maybe you are in the mood for it.”

“I think I’ll pass” grandad said. “You?” he asked me.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

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“That was a hell of a game, wasn’t it?” Mr. Ramsdale said after the final whistle.

“It definitely was. I don’t know how you manage to do this every weekend, Aaron is nuts” I said.

“He is, isn’t he?” Mr. Ramsdale chuckled. “But it usually works out. Usually.”

“I could do with that drink now that the game is over” grandad said. “What do you think?”

“I like how that sounds. And Aaron said he’ll be joining us here once he’s done.”

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“So you are my future wife, uh?” someone said behind me.

“I beg your pardon?” I said, turning around.

“Sorry, sorry. That sounded like a really bad pick-up line” a blonde boy with a big smile replied. No, not just a boy. Aaron Ramsdale himself.

“It actually did, yes” I said. 

“I know we literally just met and that I may have not made the best first impressio, but would you like to come to a party with me? Ben is throwing a late Christmas one at his house, everyone is attending and I don't want to miss it, so maybe you’ll like to join us?”

“Parties aren’t my thing, to be honest.”

“Oh, c´mon. It’ll be fun! And think about my dad and your grandad’s reaction when we tell them that we are leaving together. They’ll start getting things ready for the wedding!” 

“It’s very likely, yes” I chuckled.

“So? What do you say? Are you coming?”

“Ok, fine” I sighed. I couldn’t say no to that smile. It was impossible.

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When Aaron and I arrived at Ben’s house after a car ride that flew by thanks to all his jokes and anecdotes, it was already packed with people. 

“There you are!” someone I didn’t know but that looked very familiar said. He definitely was one of his teammates. “And you brought company.”

“My future wife” Aaron said with that big smile of his.

“Oh, Manchester girl?”

“Manchester girl?” I said.

“That’s what we call you on the changing room” Aaron’s friend said. “Because you live in Manchester.” 

“You’ve told them about me?” I asked Aaron.

“I’ve told them about this girl my dad wants me to date, marry and have five children with, yes.”

“Five are way too many.”

“Three?”

“Two.”

“Fine by me” Aaron said, shaking my hand. “Should we get a drink?”

“Sure.”

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“Do they have anything without alcohol on it?”

“I’m afraid not” Aaron said. “But here, try this. It is what I usually have, it is very light.”

“I’m not used to drinking, tho. Even the lightest thing can make me drunk.”

“This won’t, I promise” Aaron said with his big smile. And again, it was impossible to say no to him.

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“Has anyone ever told you that you have the best smile in the world?”

“I’ve been told that I have a great smile, but not in the world” Aaron said.

“Well, you do. You are like sunshine.”

“I do wear yellow when a play for a reason.”

“Because you are the Teletubbies sun!” I giggled. The drink Aaron gave me turned out to taste really nice, and we ended up having more than one. And two. And maybe three.

“No one had ever called me that.”

“Then you’re welcome” I giggled again.

“You are really cute when you laugh, you know” he said, leaning forward.

“Woah, woah, woah. Stop there” I said, putting my hand on his face.

“What?”

“You can’t kiss me.”

“Why not? Aren’t we going to get married? We should start with the basics” he said, leaning forward again.

“I have a boyfriend” I blurted out. “Well, not really. We like each other and have kissed a few times.”

“Then you can still kiss me if you aren’t official.”

“I’m not going to kiss you, Aaron. I want to be faithful.” The moment those words left my mouth, we both started laughing like crazy.

“Ok, fine, no kissing” he said once we manage to stop. “But tell me about him. What’s his name?”

“Rúben.”

“Wait, Rúben? Like Rúben Dias, the City player?”

“Not like him. He is the Rúben Dias.”

“Nah, you are making fun of me.”

“I’m not! Look!” I said, taking out my phone. “Let’s call him and see what he is up to.”

“Hello, neighbour” Rúben said over facetime. “Where are you?”

“I’m at a party at Ben White’s house. And look!” I said, turning my phone so he could see Aaron. “It’s Ramsdale!”

“It is him! The Rúben Dias!”

“Told you I wasn’t lying” I giggled.

“Hello, mate” Aaron said, waving at the screen. “You have a very nice girl, she’s been behaving. I wanted to kiss her and she said no, said she wanted to be faithful.” And again, Aaron and I bursted out laughing.

“Are you drunk?” Rúben asked.

“Just a bit tipsy” I said. “Aaron’s drink tastes so good… You should try it. What did you say it was?”

“Can’t remember right now. Something pink.”

“I like pink” I said. “I need to buy a pink dress. Do you like pink dresses, Rúben?”

“What I like is seeing you sober.”

“I am sober. Or almost sober.”

“You should go home.”

“Oh, don’t be a party pooper, Rúben. Rúben. Such a nice name… Rúben. We should call our first kid like that!”

“Love the idea!” Aaron said. 

“What do you think, Rúben?” I asked him.

“I think that tomorrow you are gonna regret this.”

“I think not, Rúben” I said, giggling again. “Oh, that song! I love it! Let’s go dance, Aaron! Bye, Rúben.”

“Bye” Aaron said, waving at my phone before I hung up.

[cindol]

DRUNK IN LOVE ON CHRISTMAS

Black fem reader x ino takuma

tw— drunk/tipsy ino, mention of cheating, angst, fluff,

synopsis— ino confesses his love for his best friends girlfriend on Christmas of all days to her.

tags— @driaswrld

Ino was drunker than he could handle tonight. Seeing the woman of his dreams be so romantic with another man, his best friend daiki. Seeing how they both kissed under the mistletoe and did all the lovey dovey things while he watched on the couch made him miserable as he sipped a branded beer. Seeing them seperate and Daiki come to take a seat next to him he made a small exhale.”what a night…” ino just nodded along not wanting to speak because of what could accidentally come out his mouth.

The two men heard a loud laugh and turned their heads, it was of course from y/n laughing at some corny joke gojo was telling her.”that laugh.. can never get tired of it y’know?” Ino nodded along making a dry laugh. a sigh came out daiki’s mouth.”I hope I never lose her man, but who knows what the future holds?” That made ino make a swallow noise. He hated to think this but if the two ever broke up he honestly would be happy. With the conversation he had with y/n a day ago he really was itching for a breakup between the two.

a part of him felt horrible for praying that his own friend would break up with his own girlfriend just so he had a chance with her yet another part felt he would treat her so much better than daiki. Even with how in love they appeared he heard of their arguments and how heated they could get towards each other.”could always lender her to me if you two break up” it was obvious he was joking when daiki chuckled but there was some truth to it. His best friend got up patting his back.”I’ll catch ya later in the night man.”

As the night progressed on he could feel some tension between y/n and daiki coming on. The little things like arguing about if daiki put just too much whine in glass or if y/n took too much cookies off one plate then if turned into arguing which made just everyone around a bit uneasy. Both of them ended up storming off with daiki going off outside to calm down and y/n slamming herself against the couch next to ino. Ino stared at her, he was on his 5th beer at least but still had some sense as he stared at her.”another lover’s quarrel?” He joked to clear some tension but she wasn’t in the mood.

“He always somehow ruins the damn holidays.” She made exhale after.”this is becoming fucking exhausting.” Some tears were on her lash lines. He looked around, he knew she wouldn’t wanna be seen crying in at a friends party.”Ah cmon y/n.. let’s go upstairs yes?” He led her up off the couch and up the stairs by the small of her back. It looked terrible how he lead her into a empty bedroom, he closed the door shut like he could get caught doing something he wasn’t suppose to.

As soon as he sat down on the empty bed with y/n tears started to flow down her cheeks. Ino gave her a sympathetic look, he still was somewhat drunk but still could comfort her and understand how sad she was getting. He rubbed a hand on her shoulder.”everything good?” He paused.”is something going on with you and daiki?”

That just made y/n burst out into more tears.”he cheated.” Those words made ino mad, maybe it was the beer in his body but the tears in her eyes made him clench her shoulder and even a vein on his forehead. He thought back on the conversation he had with daiki earlier at this party and even on the emotional talk he had with y/n a day ago.

She continued speaking.”I found out through a fucking Instagram story funny enough. a friend showed me a photo of him having his damn face buried in another woman’s tits.” She chuckled at this situation a little, just trying to make sense of all of it.”maybe it was something I did..”

Ino made a huff at that and grabbed her hands into his.”No! It isn’t.. he’s a— he is a fuckin’ ass y/n.” He wanted to stop his mouth from moving but his brain was just saying anything that.”for as long as I’ve known daiki, he’s my bud he fucks up a lot. He’s not the best with relationships..” y/n raised a brow.

He made a exhale as he looked at her facial expression,”I’m jus’ saying.. it’s not your fault, he fucks up any relationship he has with a beautiful woman. Any man would be grateful to even be in your presence, I know I am..” he muttered the last line but y/n heard it loud and clear. It made her bashful and even giggle with dry tears on her face.”you’re grateful to be near me?”

His words made him blush now, wanting to just push his beanie over his eyes.”well.. what man wouldn’t be? If anything you could have any man you want.” That made her make an ‘o’ shape with her mouth at that.”even you?”

Hearing her say that made him hiss, it was taking everything in him to keep his self under control.”any time of the day y/n, any week.. you get the damn point.” It was cute to y/n at him cursing between his sentence, even though she found it cute to tease him, it was always fun sharing banter with ino.

She giggled again and tapped her fingers on ino’s shoulder.“soooooo.. you’re saying you like my company?” He nodded.”like you would be my boyfriendddd?” She was joking and teasing but it was effecting him more than she knew. Ino just made a nervous laugh taking her hand off of him and standing up.“I think you’re all cheered up now aren’t you? How bout we head downstairs.”

She pouted.“Cmon, it’s just the two of us.” She tugged his arm back.”remember when it was just us two? Hanging around? We could just like spend the rest of this night just doing that like old times, without daiki.” He made a dry swallow noise closing his eyes then facing her as she stood up.“this may be the beer in my stomach still talking but if I even stay here alone with you for another second I may do something I really regret y/n.”

That made y/n gulp as she faced him face to face, she always had this tension with him she couldn’t express with others around, it always felt taboo somehow. “Well why don’t you admit then?” She said it in a such a soft voice, it made ino tremble. ‘Fuck it’ ino thought as he opened his mouth, he would just let his tipsy mouth say anything.

“You know what? I’m in love with you, deeply fucking in love with you. I can’t even be around you and my own best friend just because I see how he kisses you and it makes me sick to my stomach, any time I see you lock eyes with me I feel butterflies in my stomach.” He paused for a second,”but what’s the point? You’ll always run back to him or some other dick better than me.” He said all this while looking her straight in her eyes. He couldn’t tell if the glossy look in her eyes was a good or bad one.

He huffed turning around to twist open the door until he felt her hand grip his free wrist.”wait.. let’s just talk about this? I have some words myself too.”

[phanfictioncatalogue]

High School AU (No Bullying!) (2) Masterlist

part one

A Matter of Chemistry (ao3) - gremlinhours

Summary: Dan and Phil review for chemistry together. Perhaps there's chemistry between them?

Abstinence (ao3) - apoetacriminal

Summary: “Okay, so I love you. I love you very very much....” As soon as he said it Dan opened his eyes wide. He knew. “and I think we’re great together, but lately I feel like our relationship,” his voice broke, “It’s like, lately our relationship has been stuck. you know?” Dan nodded slowly. His eyes were watering. “And I feel like when we’re alone we act more like friends than boyfriends, and we never go out and...I,” Phil looked down.

“Just say it,” Dan whispered,

“I-I think we should break up,”

all i want for christmas (is you) (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan has had the biggest crush on Phil for a long time now, but has been too scared to say anything to him. Will he finally get the chance when his group of friends participate in Secret Santa?

Blinded with Love (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: In order to be Phil's friend there were two essential rules

1) They must have a good dose of sarcasm

And more importantly 2) they most completely and absolutely cannot treat him differently for being blind

Dan and His Butterflies (ao3) - Raspberrysaxophone

Summary: Very basic: Dan is terribly in love with Phil (the sporty jog). So much so, that Dan joins the school's sports team to be closer to him. As Dan awkwardly stumbles around, Phil starts to take notice of him. A party takes place and who knows what a drunk Dan might do...

electrify my heart (ao3) - fairyy

Summary: Phil is one of those people that talks to everyone. He's actually friendly, and just a generally enthusiastic person. The complete opposite of Dan, who is not one of those people.

a high school au.

Heather (ao3) - danrifics

Summary: Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half, as pretty

You gave her your sweater

It's just polyester, but you like her better

Wish I were Heather

Hurt me once (ao3) - Augusti_Lila

Summary: Dan had decided to confess Phil his love. But sometimes what we plan it's not what we end up having.

Ice-cream Cake (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan wanders upstairs during his 17th birthday party to try and find a few moments of silence after rounds of shots and posing with his birthday cake. Instead he finds his best friend asleep in the tub.

I'm just curious (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: Fiona and Danielle run into each other at a party. Dani brought her boyfriend. Fi doesn’t like her boyfriend. Dani doesn’t like her boyfriend that much either.

Keep My Head Above Water (ao3) - yiffandquiff

Summary: Dan is the captain of his high school swim team and the sport means more than anything to him. He hopes to be recruited into college so he can continue to swim, however, his plan changes when he fails English. Being tutored by Phil, Dan soon sees that even though he still wants more than anything to continue to swim, he may also want something else too.

kiss you until your lips turn blue (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan's confused about who he is, but what he knows is that he finds the quiet boy in his friendship group very pretty.

Let's see where this goes (ao3) - RyRyCaptain

Summary: Dan and Phil go to the same high school, with Phil a year older than Dan. Phil’s aesthetic is more 80’s/retro, whereas Dan’s is a grunge e-girl aesthetic with makeup. Ever since Dan’s freshman year, Phil admired him for embracing individuality and slowly started to fall for him. However, they never talked except for Phil being nervous and clumsy around Dan. Little did he know that Phil had feelings for him but didn’t show it.

One of a kind (ao3) - Gay_internet_mafia

Summary: Dan falls for the new kid but he doesnt understand why the boy keeps having these mood swings, or why he won't let Dan meet his brother.

Opposites Attract (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Though he could never admit it, Dan has always slightly admired Phil... And maybe been slightly intimidated by him, too. But that changes when Phil comes over, originally for the purpose of completing an art assignment.

Photography Club (ao3) - maytheday

Summary: The only reason Dan joined the photography club was so he could talk to Phil.

Pretty When You Cry (ao3) - RedConverse

Summary: Phil’s the artistic kid with questionable fashion sense and when the most popular boy in school asks him for help in art he doesn’t know how to say no.

Dan has a massive crush on the artistic loser and he’s desperate to spend more time with him.

Roses are Red (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: Dan wants to buy his best friend Phil an anonymous rose, and also maybe confess his feelings. The problem? Phil is the one selling the anonymous roses.

Luckily, PJ has a plan.

Shy Kiss (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Dan hates being at school so fucking much, he can’t believe he’s voluntarily hanging around after the final bell like this. But he knows it’ll be worth it for the surprise on Phil’s face.

A ficlet about birthdays and balloons.

something to play for (ao3) - spaceandvinyls

Summary: a basketball!au where phil is the school's star player and dan is his best friend, watching from the sidelines. everything changes when the team makes it to state championships for the first time in ten years and dan and phil realize they want something more than friendship.

something wrong in the village (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: Fiona Lester has a secret. Dan Howell thinks they hate each other.

Dan meets an online friend and comes to realize something important about himself while juggling changing relationships with his parents, friends, and Fiona.

spring formal (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: phil wants to ask dan to the dance.

tell me that i'm alright (ao3) - manchestereye (orphan_account)

Summary: a partner for a project isn't something dan howell really looks forward to, but he's pleasantly surprised by him.

Thank You for the Venom (ao3) - yonpote

Summary: Dan is a quiet emo boy. Phil is the new skater kid in school. Can I make it any more obvious?

The Boy With The Animal Facts (ao3) - tol_but_smol

Summary: High School AU where Dan has a major crush on Phil, the boy in his art class that is super sweet and gives him daily animal facts

The Fault in Our Education System (ao3) - ticklishpickle

Summary: In which Dan pines over the two things he can’t have; contentment with his grades and Phil Lester, before he realises they might not be as unattainable as they seem.

Or

Something you need to read if you can't stop defining yourself by grades (like me).

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil Lester is a bubbly, popular boy. Dan Howell is an angsty, emo teenager. They fuck in the nurse's office. Enjoy.

you and i (a preview) (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: Phil just wants to know where they stand.

[wittywallflower]

prompts chosen for Week Four:

22. Mistletoe Kiss 23. Catnip Wine 26. Night walk 28. Stargazing 29. Champagne Party 30. Fireworks Display 31. Countdown Kiss I fit a lot into 1k words here

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New Year's Eve was destined to be rowdy this year. The group was much larger than just the two dead boys now, allowing celebrations to get proper lively. The not-dead contingent of the gang were also susceptible to mind-altering intoxicants common to party atmospheres. Compounding the mischief was Charles’s recent penchant for gambling, betting on frivolous things for the fun of it, and usually without much success. But that was okay, because the bets rarely had serious or unpleasant consequences. 

This time, for example, his penalties were simple: he must provide enough champagne and catnip wine for Crystal and the Cat King, respectively, to get drunk as lords. 

That was the price to pay for betting against the Cat King’s charisma. 

The terms of the bet placed at their Christmas party had been as simple as the penalty. The Cat King would get himself a kiss under the mistletoe from one Edwin Payne. Charles didn’t believe his friend would agree to it. He knew Edwin had plenty of soft feelings for the cat, and he assumed that kisses maybe weren't a new thing between the two, but he still couldn’t imagine those modest Edwardian sensibilities being comfortable enough to do that kind of thing with others watching.  

Crystal was not as convinced that Edwin would withstand temptation. Thomas was definitely not her type, but she totally got it, okay? (Not that she told him that.) Her money was on the Cat King all the way. 

There was never any question that Edwin must agree to it for any kiss to count. Stealing a kiss didn't count and would probably get any kisser thrown out. After the whole Monty first-kiss debacle, no one was going to let Edwin be surprised by a smooch again. 

So Charles could only watch with chagrin as Thomas maneuvered Edwin under the mistletoe, where he made a show of leaning in, lips pursed and eyes closed in wait. Edwin paused only for a fond eye-roll before he leaned in to meet him. Lips met in a chaste press that nonetheless left the silly cat man blushing fiercely. Edwin’s smile was amused but tender; it only made Thomas squirm under his gaze, with both butterflies and embarrassment. Edwin’s smile grew more as he chuckled.

Charles thought, as he watched the two, that maybe he didn’t mind losing a bet so much, if it made Edwin this happy.

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Charles's debt was paid as due when the gang gathered again to enjoy each other’s company on the last evening of the year. 

Whenever a drink was requested, Charles produced another bottle from his trusty bag. The champagne and the catnip wine flowed freely, the gathering quickly grew loud and merry. 

Thomas, under the effects of both the catnip wine and the human champagne, was the first to grow tipsy. He held himself remarkably well but he was really no match against a sober Charles, who was set on tricking the Cat King into saying the catchphrase of any and every cartoon cat character that came to mind. Harmless fun, really. But there was a limit to how much lighthearted embarrassment a man should be submitted to by his friends, Edwin decided, stepping in when Crystal pulled out her phone in hopes of recording a tiktok of a soused Cat King singing the Thomas O’Malley Cat song. 

“Come on, your majesty, join me for a bit of air, won’t you?”

Thomas smiled up at him, openly delighted. 

“You called me ‘your majesty’,” he said in dumbfounded surprise. 

“Thought you might like that,” Edwin said with a smug tight-lipped smirk. 

Thomas grinned dopily for a second before his face fell at a thought. 

“Fuck, I better remember this in the morning.” He narrowed his eyes up at Edwin. “Did you say that now on purpose?”

“Come for a walk with me and we can discuss it," was all Edwin would say.

The ghost didn’t wait for a response, he just turned and headed towards the door. There was no hesitation behind him before he heard Thomas scramble to his feet.

They paused only long enough for Thomas to grab his coat. It had never been returned to the depths of Charles's bag. Instead it now had its own hook by the door, next to where Niko and Crystal hung their coats. Ready for him, should he need it, anytime Thomas came to visit. And the cat knew that if he had wanted to take it with him to wear at home, that would be fine too.

Both Edwin and Thomas were used to the night being much quieter than it was at present. Normally they went completely unnoticed as a ghost or roamed the much less populated alleys of Port Townsend. But London never slept. And shortly before midnight on New Year's Eve, even the winter cold didn’t keep people off the streets. 

Edwin was not a fan of rowdy drunks. Present company didn’t count: Thomas was only mildly buzzed rather than sloppy drunk, and for all his energy and mischief had never been ‘rowdy’ per se. His tricks were more subtle than total chaos.

Thomas for his part was not a fan of sharing Edwin’s attention. Even if the humans around them couldn't even see the ghost, the ghost could see them. And they clearly were making him uncomfortable. So it only took a block and a half before the Cat King reached out a hand to Edwin. 

As soon as a cool palm pressed against his, a flare of purple magic whisked them away to the top of a tall building. High above the city the sound of the traffic and the revelers was far away. The dark closed in around the two of them, peaceful and intimate. 

They shared a smile before each tilted their heads back, looking up at a sky they knew would be nearly featureless in the light pollution of the bustling metropolis. That never seems to stop people from stargazing though. It certainly didn’t stop the two of them from standing shoulder-to-shoulder, still hand-in-hand, gazing up into the vast of night.

They were startled from their silent admiration, both almost jumping out of their skin at the sound of the nearby clock tower chiming the hour as the time reached midnight.

The two shared a chuckle, and smiled fondly at each other. 

“Happy New Year, ghostie,” Thomas said, giving Edwin’s hand a gentle squeeze.

Edwin’s response was to lean in, almost like he had beneath the mistletoe, but this time he did more than meet halfway. Edwin stepped in closer until his chest pressed lightly against the other man’s, his free hand brushing Thomas’s chin, tilting his lips up to be met by Edwin’s.

As they kissed, the London sky lit up around them. Fireworks displays in celebration of the new year competed with complicated drone choreography, and there was far more to see above their heads now than when they were stargazing mere moments ago. 

But when they pulled back and Thomas’s eyes fluttered open, the smitten cat king couldn’t see anything else beyond Edwin Payne’s sparkling eyes and his gorgeous smile as the ghost laughed in delight at how easy it was to render the Cat King speechless with a simple kiss.

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[askii-your-girly]

Kiss Under the Mistletoe

"A kiss? Can I get just a bit more,..."

Teddy Peirce X F! Smart Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warning(s): Making out, underage drinking (not teddy or reader), fluff, a tiny misunderstanding (readers end), Language/cursing, sexual? (They just really touch), People walking in on or interrupting a make out, bad grammar, writing, and spelling.

Reminder: Don't forget to be safe if you are parting make sure to bring a friend or two, and always put your drunk friend on their side so if they pass out, they don't choke. I don't approve of anyone underage drinking it's just for the fanfiction.

A party? You mentally slapped yourself in the face for letting your friend know about it, getting to be the one dragged to it. The Friday of said party was great, just before Christmas break, everyone finished with finals everyone was in an amazing mood. Dreading the party you make your way home, it's not like you don't like parties, just you didn't really like the thought of being surrounded by drunk people on a Friday night.

After getting dressed in a red dress to fit the Christmas theme of the party your friends and you make your way to the party. Only being a block away from your own home. Upon arrival you hang your coats up and walk into the living room where all the dancing and drinks were. You were questioning making a run for it, greeting you was a half-naked guy yelling to another one that new people were here or as he said, "Fresh meat." was here. Ignoring him you made your way to the probably spiked punch bowl, taking some and having a sip. Yeah. Tequilla filled your taste buds, and you spit the drink put and set the cup down.

You liked parties but seriously, shirtless guys that weren't like the movies and walking into people making out or worse, fucking? Those thoughts made you not go up the stairs, walking outside you sat down on a small bench. "Seems like you could use some company." A voice said, turning around you are met with a "gang" kid? Or Teddy Pierce. Brown hair, brown eyes, he was quite attractive. "I guess." Not wanting to sound rude for not saying anything. He sits down next to you. Sitting in silence the loud party music and people in the background.

Hearing a scoff or a laugh he tried stopping you looked over, asking what was funny. He pointed up. Mistletoe. "So? Do I get a kiss?" You laugh, "Did you come out here just for a kiss from me?" He looked at you a tiny smirk on his face, "So what if I did? Who wouldn't want a kiss from you? Top of her grade, honors student, chess champ, I mean honestly your any guy like mines dream." You froze. He knew who you were? Sure, he was right about all those things, but someone like him?

Stuttering out words, "I mean if you came all this way for a kiss." He smiled, personally you did see him and his friends talking and laughing before he followed you. Did he really need to know, you knew? I mean hell your first time getting a Christmas kiss, it counts even if it is a bet.

Leaning in, he gives you a kiss. The kiss tasted like peppermint, and hot chocolate. Expecting him to pull back, you move back a bit, he didn't like that. He moved over, still kissing you rougher. He pulled back, letting you both get some oxygen. You honestly thought he was going to run back over to his friends and get the $20 or something they would give him for winning the bet. Moving back once again, he speaks "Just A kiss? Can I get just a bit more, think of it as a Christmas gift?" Smiling as he spoke.

What the fuck? Confused you ask, "Is this a joke? Part of the bet or something?" More confused is all you could say to describe how he looked at you. "Bet, joke, what are you talking about you think I'm going to kiss someone who I haven't liked since freshman year?" Now what is going on, your confused and so is he. "Well, I didn't know..." Maybe that wasn't really going to help you, but could he really blame you? His friends were known for that. Huffing he sighs, "Yeah I know. Now you do I guess." Silents follows before he smirks, when you can look at him again. "So, about another kiss?"

You laugh, "I guess you can have another one, but what would my Christmas gift be?" The smirk on his face increased to what you can only describe as devilish, he grabbed your hand and walked you threw the party and into a room. "Did you think you're getting lucky? Cause that's not going to happen, sweetheart." He smiles at you.

"Never, that's for our one-year anniversary." Maybe he was a better guy than you thought, "Oh? When would that be?" Opening the door and leading you into the room, "Today, next year. If you let me be your boyfriend." Let him? Damn he was messing with your heart. "And why wouldn't I let you?" He led to near the bed, laughing, "Well I'm not the best example." Sitting on the bed and patting a spot for you, you sat next to him. "I don't think so, so yeah I will let you be my boyfriend. But after this party I'm going to need a date. To truly tell." Smiling you look over at him, he is also smiling.

Leaning over you kiss him. He kissed you back in an instant, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you to him. You pull back from the kiss, that's when he pulled you onto his lap, straddling him. Pulling you in for another kiss. This time he bites on you bottom lip quite hard, making you gasp, giving enough room for his tongue to slip in. His tongue easily becomes more dominate, pulling you against him. You felt like hours went by of you two just kissing, his hands moving from your waists to your thighs or ass. Anything he could get his hands on without breaking a kiss or pulling back.

You heard people walking coming and going around you, thinking no one was entering the room you both took up. Soon you hear your name being called, a door open, and a gasp and giggle. You turn around the friends you came with were standing in the door frame, watching as Teddy nipped and kissed on your neck. One of them spoke, "We have to leave, she is drunk as hell and your mom called me." You quickly climb off him, apologizing before running out the door.

He just smirked. He may be on the naughty list, but he would be on it forever if it meant every Christmas that was his present. Hurrying out of the party himself needing to determine where he was going to take you for your first date. As he walked in threw door his siter Kate sat there looking at him, their father's old video camera in hand. "A thief Teddy...wait till I tell mom about this!" Everything fell apart. Or did it?

I apologize for taking so long, Christmas was chaotic, and I had no motivation. I will try to post more since, there is like no fics or oneshots for him. I'm running out of ideas though. I will try and post as much as possible though. And thank you guys for 10 likes! If you want to be tagged every time, I post one don't be shy to comment and ask.