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bookgeekgrrl · 1 year
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📚 STUFF I READ 📚
🥰👂‍ Agatha Christie: A Very Elusive Woman (Lucy Worsley, author & narrator) - an excellent biography
😍 All That You Are to Me series (2bestfriends) - 87K, shrunkyclunks - holiday reread, 'the lumberjack steve/twink bucky fic of our hearts' - main fic 67K, sequel fic 20K
😍 It's the Best Time of the Year (chicklette) - 40K, shrunkyclunks, holiday time fic - reread of a fave with baker!Bucky & Cap!Steve - perfect blend of angst, fluff and action
😍 (if only in my dreams) (jehans) - 45K, stucky no powers AU - reread of holiday season friends2lovers/2nd chance with some QUALITY pining
💖💖 +323K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
SHOCKING! Spiderman's Alien Baby: Friendly Neighborhood Hero and His Hanukkah Blessing (AggressiveWhenStartled) - MCU: Peter Parker v the Geriatric Supersoldier Husbands, 4.8K - no one writes the adventures of a hapless Peter tangled up with the Geriatric Supersolider Husbands like AggressiveWhenStartled - pure hilarity throughout (and ZERO alien babies despite the title)
One Does Not Simply Walk Into JoAnn Fabrics (And other millennial lessons from The Winter Soldier) (attackofthezee (noxlunate)) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 11.9K - forever fave; holiday reread of a recovering WS who gets a job working at JoAnn's and falls hard for a customer
Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (and Other Lies He Tells Himself) (betts) - MCU: stucky no-powers AU, 14K - holiday reread of recovering vet Bucky & single dad baker Steve
Here Comes Santa Claus (AidaRonan) - MCU: stucky, 6.7K - holiday reread - hilarious and hot - Bucky meets Santa!Steve and this santa definitely fucks
then a small thing happened (BeaArthurPendragon) - MCU: stucky no-powers AU, 35K - new holiday fave about recovering photojournalist Bucky and astronaut Steve - LOVED LOVED LOVED
rockin' around (wearing_tearing) - Stranger Things: Steddie/Ronance/Fruity Four, 13K - an absolutely DELIGHTFUL advent collection of ficlets - every day was a pop of pure joy to read
Knit One, Purl Two (mollus) - MCU: stucky, 32K - holiday reread, forever fave - recovering WS/Cap with healing via crafting with a delightful knitting group
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
Taskmaster - s14, e1-10
Glass Onion
Single All The Way
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
Decoder Ring Plus - Encore: ‘You’ve Got Mail’ Got It Wrong
Switched on Pop - Anitta & Rosalía on the borders of Latin pop
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Tumbleweed Christmas Tree
99% Invisible #519 - Balikbayan Boxes
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Priscilla’s Homecoming
It's Been a Minute - (Almost) 20 years of 'Love Actually'
Off Menu - Ep 41: Joe Lycett (Christmas Special)
Into It - Matt Rogers Has Heard of Christmas, But 'Do They Know It's Christmas?'
Off Menu - Ep 175: Alex Horne (Christmas Special)
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Simply Christmas (Deluxe Edition) [Leslie Odom Jr]
Merry Christmas…Have A Nice Life [Cyndi Lauper]
Trans Siberian Orchestra playlist
Classical Christmas
A Sunny Brazilian Christmas
A Merry Little Christmas [Linda Ronstadt]
A Legendary Christmas [John Legend]
Jingle Bell Swing
It's a Holiday Soul Party [Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings]
Twelve Songs Of Christmas [Etta James]
Home for Christmas [Daryl Hall & John Oates]
A Very Too Many Zooz Xmas [Too Many Zooz]
A Heavy Metal Christmas [Christopher Lee]
A Heavy Metal Christmas Too [Christopher Lee]
Merry Flippin' Christmas Vol. 1 and 2 [Bowling For Soup]
Punk Rock Christmas
Classic Soul Christmas
my rockabilly christmas playlist
my xmas playlist
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hurryupmerlin · 2 months
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"Hey Chicken, how's the house buying going?" you ask, friendly.
I immediately throw up on your shoes and collaps into a sobbing heap.
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eileennatural · 2 years
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honestly i am pretty concerned about how easily irritated i get like no one else i've ever met has such severe mood swings.... literally sometimes just hearing people being a little bit noisy can set me off and it's not like I do anything about it (besides my severe rbf) but like. I WANT to be nice friendly person and i feel like I used to be? Like in elementary school
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notscarsafe · 2 months
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OKAY SO what with the TWO new Hermits implied by the updated banner I will say that, though the Skizz truthers have me convinced, I now have room to do my own crazy red string monologue and throw my hat in for my choice
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1) Mythical J. Sausage (the J is silent) is a multitalented S-tier builder that absolutely deserves to be shoulder to shoulder with the Hermits. The man does buildings, interiors, terraforming, custom trees, and he does them SO WELL.
2) The production values!!! Beautiful replay mod sequences with shifting camera perspectives, shaders, music that sets the tone for each segment that's different from series to series. He already has more than a million followers on YouTube and for good reason!!
3) He has been SO consistent lately. He started a hardcore world about three months ago (about the time you might expect the Hermits to finalize their s10 choices maybe...???) and already has 15 episodes and hasn't gotten involved in any other big content. (He did just start playing a little of the BCG server but from what I understand that's super casual /copium copium copium).
4) That hardcore world is conveniently about to reach a good "pause" point. He started his world on a cherry blossom biome island that he's filled with a medieval village and starter farms, he's said it's almost full and what's left is the castle. I'm guessing the new season will start the first week of February, so if Sausage puts out a video this week building out that Castle and finishing that island it will be MIGHTY CONVENIENT TIMING.
5) This man can GRIND. His Hardcore world hasn't even been going half a year and he's built... So much??? Magnificent! And when he was on the Hermitcraft server he did the Razorcrest for scar AND the player head baby yoda/stormtrooper merch AND the noteblock themesong AND still built in the xmas village and other "diamond of peace" and so many other shenanigans. Did the man even sleep? He can grind with the best of them.
6) He can do redstone, too! Maybe not unique designs, I honestly don't know, but he builds farms for build materials no problem.
7) The DRAMA this man loves his improv and his backstory and trauma lore! For every series he does! Can you imagine if he gets to interact with Ren for an extended period of time, what that would do to them, to us?? Give Martyn a run for his money!!
8) Which brings me to my next point, which is that Sausage is already One of The Gang, because he's been in series with so many of the Hermits already! Empires and the crossover, obviously, but also Pirates with Cleo and Origins with Scar, and he's even done MCC! Joel is the only other player with the same depth of different series but there are other people truthing him already.
9) The EPIC BROMANCE with Pearl. My god the devotion of this man to his sunflower goddess bestie. I would try to do ot justice but y'all have seen floweroflaurelins work, you already know.
10) He's already a PG streamer but with HILARIOUSLY PG-13 tendencies. Imagine him and Cleo cracking each other up at an HHH stream, *grips your shoulders* IMAGINE IT.
11) Sausage comes with his own mascot in the form of interdimensional dog extraordinaire Bubbles, but he's also just an animal lover on general. Mans drinks his "I love Jellie" juice and had her in his world even before the sad news of her loss.
12) Diversity win! No one should be hired just for their gender, race, sexuality etc etc unless it's truly necessary to the job, but we were all happy when more women got added to the server in s8 and I know a lot of people would be happy to see some ethnic diversity added, too.
... That bulletin board had a lot more pins in it than I thought it did but anyway MYTHICALSAUSAGE TRUTHERS/ALL OTHER TRUTHERS RISE UP SPEAK YOUR TRUTH! we'll only get to wildly speculate for a few weeks so we might as well make it everyone else's problem ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST!!
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enam3l · 1 year
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Hi Mona!
I love your rockstar!eddie series!
I know request for him are closed for now, but when you decide to open up request again, I wanted to leave this here so that I won't forget.
Rockstar!Eddie coming back home after touring and he's so touch starved and deprived of you. So, when he comes home he ravishes you. He catches himself asking you if he's too rough and you're thinking he's NOT rough ENOUGH because you're just as deprived of him.
I hope have a winter/December and a great new year!
thank you angel! and you know what? because you've all enjoyed our rockstar eddie christmas request week, i'll give you guys one last fic. don't worry if i didn't answer yours. i will do them all i either A. just didn't get round to it or B. want to do it at a certain point cos i need to cover some other plots first
three fucking weeks (rockstar eddie x reader) 3.6k / mega smut from start to finish / fluff
this is for everyone who got involved in the xmas request week because of that, i've hit 700 followers. so here is my biggest smut fic yet before rockstar eddie goes on hiatus for a couple of weeks. this one ends on a cliffhanger! but you might want to refer to here to work it out... maybe then you'll also know what happens in the next fic
you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola
 February 1993. 
The last words you'd heard from Eddie were muffled from the other side of a bad telephone line. Although the sound warped by the the airport's tannoy and bustling passengers, you heard his lust filled words clear as day. 
 'The second I get home, I'm going to ruin that pretty little pussy.' 
Three weeks since you'd seen Eddie. Three long arduous weeks since you had felt his touch. Corroded Coffin stowing away in a Joshua Tree music studio, hoping the barren surroundings would inspire new music. The writing process intermittently broken up by a series of gigs at intimate venues around California. Back in New York, the greatest city in the world had become the dullest in Eddie's absence. With damn Steve having swept your best friend off her feet you hadn't even anyone else to occupy your free time. Between your working hours, you'd managed to rearrange the bedroom, paint the living room and spend your months wages in retail therapy. But finally your boy was coming home and you couldn't lie, you were fucking horny. 
Left to your own devices for the best part of a month, no toy compared to Eddie. Your touch incomparable to the sparks he could ignite on your skin with just a featherlight stroke. Vibrator redundant now your body knew the sensation of Eddie's mouth humming against your clit. Dildo a mere cheap imitation of the way Eddie overwhelmingly filled your holes perfectly. By now the flight had landed, it was just a waiting game until he came through that door and you could show him how much you missed him. 
The front door slams open, handle cracking into the wall, sure to leave a dent but Eddie didn't care - he was eager. 
'Sweetheart, I'm homeee!' he sings. 
Bags carelessly discarded on the floor, all he can think about is being back in your arms. 
'Baby? I'm back!!' he shouts again. 
Eddie strips his jacket and kicks off his boots, giving you a chance to reply but to no avail. 
'Y/N? What the fuck, where are you...'
When entering the apartment, he'd been too excited to even realise the lights were off, the entire place seeming desolate. Socked feed pad along the hardwood floors as he moves further into your shared home. Kitchen? Empty. Bathroom? Empty. Study? Empty. It's only as he catches himself from slipping that Eddie notices a trail of petals leading from the front door into the bedroom, where the door sits ajar. Too wrapped up in wanting to see you, he'd failed to notice. Now he realises a soft glow seeping through the cracks. Grinning in anticipation as he pushes the door open. 
'Mother of god,' Eddie gasps as if the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. 
The lights are dimmed low, only aided by candlelight which together illuminates your reclining figure on the bed. His eyes scan your body, drinking in the sight he'd been longing for. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that sight could improve. Your cute toes wiggle in black stockings that travel up your legs and cut off at the meat of your thigh. Even with your legs crossed, Eddie can see a tiny black material that barely covers your pussy. Then your torso is adorned in a black bustier, hooks travelling up to where a deep v cut finished below your sternum; breasts spilling out of the ruffled cups. His cock twitches at the thought of ripping the hooks open. Your neck and collarbones are exposed, soft, delicate skin waiting to be marked by his lips. And then there's your face. Eyes sparkling at him, full of lust and love. Mouth struggling to keep a grin at bay. The face he went to sleep thinking about every night, woke up from dreams about and spent the day with it in mind as he tried to write music. Your arm reaches out, hand beckoning Eddie forward. 
'Hi Eds. I missed you... too much.' 
Your head nods down to his crotch now. Too lost in the vision before him, Eddie hadn't noticed the way his cock had hardened to the point of straining against his jeans. 
'I think you should probably take your clothes off and come and say hello,' you smirk. 
Instantly, he's scrambling. Head barely able to form a coherent thought aside from how he needs to touch you right now. T-shirt flings to one side of the room and socks to another. 
'Sweetheart... I - fuck. You look like a dream. I'm scared I'm still on that fucking flight or delirious in the stupid desert,' Eddie pants as he scrambles with the buckle of his jeans. The second his aching cock springs free you let out an inadvertent moan. As soon as his body is entirely freed of fabric constraints, he's hurling himself onto the bed and crawling up towards you. 
Eddie's lips kiss every inch of you as he moves upwards. His lips need to reacclimatise to the body he knows better than his own. Kisses pressed from the tips of your toes, your kneecaps, covering your thick thighs and then lingering on your poorly concealed cunt. He hisses as he leans in towards your mound, able to smell your arousal. Lips kiss the satin fabric of your thong and the skin it fails to cover. You're unable to stop your hips from involuntarily bucking as soon as he's near the place that's longed for him. Eddie's hands find yours and your fingers intwine, both of you gripping tightly at the other. Desperate to never let the other slip away for such a prolonged period again. Kisses litter up your sternum then across your pushed up cleavage. Once he reaches the plains of your collar and neck, Eddie indulges himself. Lips sucking marks onto the skin that's looking far too bare due to his absence. Teeth nipping gently causing those giggles that make his heart and cock swell. And finally, your faces are level, his hovering above yours. 
The pair of you just stare for a moment. Absorbing the person you'd both been lost without; reacquainting with every freckle, blemish or fleck of colour in each eye. Both of your hands have traveled up to cradle the other's face. Your fingers twirl the curls that frame Eddie's face, pushing them away so you can fully appreciate your pretty boy. 
'My pretty boy, I love you.'
Your noses rub against each other. Even this close, vision slightly obscured, you can see the blush that creeps up on his cheeks at the nickname. 
'I love you too, sweetheart. Gone crazy without you.'
Humming in agreement, you tug at his hair. 
'Feral,' you whine. 
Eddie chuckles in a warm, sexy way that travels to your core. His eyes look down at your body beneath him, admiring again the outfit you'd chosen. Retracting a hand from your face, travelling it down your side before he slides it between your thighs. The string of the thong wet with your arousal as he pulls it from between your lips, then pings it back. The brief contact making you whine. 
'Yep, I think you are feral, my love. Think I oughta do something 'bout that.' 
'Plea-'
Your plea is cut off as Eddie's lips crush into yours. The sweet kisses that had covered your body are gone, replaced by desperate wet ones. It's seconds before the kisses are open mouths, tongues flicking against each other. Hips pressing towards the other, frantically seeking friction. Both of you whine into each others mouth as you begin to hump. You push your hips up, legs spread achingly apart to trap Eddie between. In return, he presses hard against you. Thick length bearing down on your clit, occasionally sliding between your wet pussy. You're both groaning and grinding, transformed once more into hormonal teenagers and whilst it's good, it's not enough. 
'Gotta stop,' Eddie pants, 'this isn't - isn't how I wanna cum with you.'
You're unable to reply because your teeth are sinked into his shoulder to stifle the embarrassing moans scratching to come out. Never in your life have you been this pent up. Eddie tears his crotch away from yours, crawling back down your body. His hands, rough from weeks of constant guitar practice, firmly grip your thighs, keeping them apart. Doing so causes the thong to ping between the lips of your cunt which are now spread. His tongue flickers over his lips at your glistening wetness.
'Baby she's desperate... going to eat your cute little pussy now, 'kay? Missed her taste.'
You've been stifled by the built up desire, unable to produce anything but pathetic whinnies. But now you grab his hair harshly, yanking his head back up before his tongue can touch you. Wide eyed at your hard tug, Eddie looks up. 
'No!' You snap. 'Spin the fuck around and get on top of me. Need to taste you too.'
The sternness in your voice has the ability to scare him in the way every authority figure has previously failed. Careful not to squash you, Eddie turns around, swinging a leg over so he's straddling you and then slowly reverses until his crotch hovers near your face. Usually you'd be on top so now he's far too aware of his weight. But the firm grip on his ass that tugs him down makes him to cave. Instantly Eddie's thick cock is bottoming out in your throat. Tears well in your eyes but you groan, pleased that his taste and smell now dominate your senses. 
The luring natural musk of his skin and the slight salted taste of precum that had beaded on his tip. 
The moment he sinks into your mouth, his teeth sink into the dough of your thigh - the pleasure sudden and overwhelming for him.
'Oh fuck-' Eddie sobs into your skin as you adjust and start to bob your head up and down his length. 
Resting on his knees allows him to thrust in time with your movements, fucking his cock into your warm mouth. Eddie dives his face into your cunt, hand lifting away the thong that prevents him from burying his tongue deep into your folds. Humming at the taste he's been dreaming of for weeks. The vibrations cause you to gargle against his dick. After a few swipes of his tongue, lapping up the pool of arousal that had formed, he finds your clit. Tongue flickering over the enlarged bud, already feeling better than your fingers and vibrator had. Instantly, you spread your legs wider, granting him more access. Now he latches on, suckling at your clit desperately. The pair of you lie there, contorted to suck feverishly at the most sensitive parts of each other's body. It's overwhelmingly intimate and carnal. Something neither of you would've done for any previous lover. 
Now, Eddie lets his hand travel towards your hole that he knows is begging to be filled. Two large fingers plunge inside your cunt and instantly he feels your walls contract against him, eager to maintain the fullness. Your throat contracts in response as you moan at his fingers penetrating you. Eddie continues his assault on your clit as his fingers fuck into you. The pair of you forlorn in pleasure, you whimpering against his cock as he moans against your clit. Mimicking his movements and desperate to reward him, you bring your hand up to his exposed ass. You grab and knead the fat of his asscheek before letting a finger rub gentle circles round the rim. Immediately, Eddie breaks contact with your clit.
'Oh shit, please, baby, please,' he begs. 
Now you're warmed up, he slips in a third finger. As if to encourage you to go further with your own movements against his hole. You want to coo at his begging but your mouth is too full of his perfect cock. Applying firmer pressure as you circle his hole, you feel him ready. Finally you finger slips into his asshole, it's hot and desperate for attention. Walls pulsating against your finger. 
The pair of you mirror the other now. Fingers fucking into the other at the same pace, growing more brutal by the minute. Your mouths sucking and licking at the other's sensitive spot. Knowing both of you will only last a few minutes at this overwhelming pace, Eddie breaks away. 
'Y/N we gotta stop. I'm so close and I need to fuck you. Sweetheart, I gotta be inside you'.   
Eddie pulls himself out of your mouth, allowing you to instantly gasp for the extra air his thickness had been blocking. He moves back so your eyes can meet again, large warm hand cupping your cheek. 
'You okay?'
You nod as you catch your breath. 
'Yeah, Eds. Please, please fuck me. I need to cum,' you beg. Unbothered at the slight patheticness to your tone. 
Eddie removes your thong entirely now. 
'We both know that was doing nothing,' he laughs. 
Without guidance, you're putting your legs over his shoulders; an unsubtle hint that you need him now and you need him deep. He takes his length and lines himself up with your entrance. Then, three weeks of longing are broken as he thrusts into you. Too overwhelmed with wanting to even slowly enter you. Eddie is instantly bottoming out, balls pressed to your asshole as you wail at finally being filled. 
'Oh jesus - yes Eddie!' 
The volume and anguish in your moan takes even him back. He's never heard you be this desperate and it triggers something primal in him. Instantly he's thrusting into you fast and hard. Each unrelenting push jiggling your breasts further out the corset. 
'God I missed - ugh - this tight little pussy,' he grunts. 
You need even more. Your fingers yank at the hooks of the top until it parts and your tits finally spill out. Eddie moans at the sight. Instinctively, he's latching onto your hard nipples, folding your body in half to do so. Now he's sucking at your breast and fucking you deeper and it's still not enough. You're greedy in a way you've never been before. Making their way around his back, one hand finds his head, pushing him close to your breasts as your nails scratch his scalp. The other hand seeks his ass, squeezing it until you retract your touch and then crack your palm hard against his soft cheek. 
Instantly Eddie bolts up from your chest, staring at your eyes, wild. The warm chocolate of his iris, eclipsed by blown out pupils. 
'Did you just fucking spank me, sweetheart?' he chokes out. 
Now he's upright you're no longer able to reach so you seek a new method of showing him how you want it. Your hand now clutches at his throat, Adam's apple bobbing against the stretch of skin between your spread thumb and forefinger. 
'Yes and I'll do it again.'
You sound like a brat and you have no remorse. Three weeks of pent up frustration is now rearing its head. Eddie puts his hand over yours and squeezes it, encouraging you to tighten the grip at his throat. He's continuing to fuck you but his pace has slowed, intrigued by this turn. 
'Sweetheart,' he coos, 'what has gotten into you? I like it.'
With one hand flexing across his throat, your free one takes his and pulls it to your mound. Encouragingly placing it over your clit. Grinning, Eddie's fingers rub firm circles over it as he languidly thrusts into your cunt. Although at a slow pace, his cock plunges deep into you. Hitting the sweetest, most filling spot and then dragging torturously along it. The movements have your hard exterior crumbling and whining under him. 
'You- you were gone... I was... was so fucking horny. Couldn't c-cum,' you're gasping now. Eddie's motions along with the way the chocolate of his eyes appears molten at your confessions. 
'Not with you. Needed you... Eddie. Tried everything.' 
He bends down to give you a deep kiss. Years together and yet he remains in shock that you need him as much as he needs you. He hopes this kiss will wipe away your cute little pout. 
'Couldn't even play with your toys?' he murmurs, intoxicated by how fucked out you look beneath him. You shake your head, hands wrapped around his neck, thumbs stroking his skin. 
'Okay, baby. I'll make you cum, yeah?'
'Please Eds,' you beg. 
The smile that appears from hearing your pleas is heartaching. Then he starts concentrating on thrusting into you again. Speeding up his movements, languid pace abandoned. But it's not enough, the earlier momentum lost. 
'No,' your hands tighten on his throat, 'like before. Harder.'
'It wasn't too hard?'
The nails that dig into his Adam's apple tell him the answer before you do. 
'No. I want you to make me fucking cry.'
'Fuck, fuck baby, yeah okay.'
Instantly Eddie is folding you again, arms braced either side of your head as he towers over. Your knees press up near your shoulders. His pace quickens, fucking you senseless. The drawn out process of this evening has left you dripping. Sounds of wetness filling the room as he plunges back into you each time. 
'Hear that fucking sound, best music I ever heard,' he groans. 
Your hand seeks his ass again and you repeat your earlier actions. Spanking him again. The crack against his skin ringing even louder than the squelch of your cunt. 
'Oh fuck yeah,' Eddie cries, 'again.' 
The spanking repeats, each time you do it, his pace somehow quickens. Your clit is throbbing now, aching for touch again. You hand wedges between your bodies and you whimper as you relieve the ache. 
'Wait,' Eddie's shifting over you, 'from behind, wanna fuck you from behind. Only I get to play with your clit.' 
His voice is strained, you know he's at the edge of cumming. Eddie gets off the bed, standing and tugging your ass towards him once you're on your knees. The moment he slams back into you, your back caves into a deep arch and you both moan. 
'Yes, that's it!' he cries. 
Eddie wraps his arm under you, finding your clit and continuing his assault. Fingers pressing harder and covering a greater expanse than you ever could. The fast circles in time with his cock fucking into you. From behind he goes deeper, pressing against that one spot with growing frequency. 
'More,' you demand. 
He leans forward until his mouth latches onto your shoulder. Like this, he's prevented from pulling out far and instead it feels as if he's humping you. It's dirty and animalistic and it's what you needed. 
'Ed, I'm close.' 
His teeth sink into you now causing you to cry out, giving you exactly what you asked for. 
'Look at you... fuckin mess sweetheart... all cos you couldn't get my cock.' 
The tightness in your abdomen increases and Eddie feels how your cunt clenches round him like a warning. 
'Shit,' you cry 'please please come inside me.' 
Eddie instantly pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest. Fingers still toying your clit that has begun to ache from stimulation. His free arm wraps around you too, hand shaking around your throat to gently grip. Plush lips seek out your neck, pressing encouraging kisses as you near your climax. 
'Don't you worry baby...' he grunts against your neck. 
'Daddy is going to fill you up good.'
The nickname pushes you over
'Eddie,' you cry as you come. Three weeks have of build up, only worsened by tonight's teasing, come shattering down in a climax. 
'Holy fuck y/n,' Eddie chokes. 
He's realised before you and it takes you a moment to clock that you've squirted. Spraying over Eddie's cock and the sheets. He grunts like a feral beast at the sensation. An additional wet warmth showering over him alongside the tight clench of your spasming pussy. He takes a few more drawn out thrusts, sloppy from your cum. 
'Three... weeks... worth!' 
Eddie moans your name as his comes after his final word. You feel the heat squirt up inside you and he suddenly jerks, shooting out another load deep inside. 
'Oh jesus...' Eddie whimpers as he humps at you again, 'there's more.' 
And again another burst paints your insides. Instantly you flop forward, exhausted. A subconscious part of you whispers to make sure his spend stays buried in your cunt. 
Eddie watches as you wriggle back up to the pillows, collapsing with a sigh. Knees bent, keeping your hips angled up. He crawls onto the bed and opens your legs to take in the view. Pussy puffy and blushing and completely full of his cum. 
'Tryna keep me in there?' He chuckles. 
'Yes,' you blush. 
Bringing his forehead to rest against your knee he groans. 
'Fuck sweetheart, don't tell me that. My balls ache from how much I just came but you'll get me hard again.'
The desperate look in his eyes makes you chuckle. You tug him on top of you, his head falling to your chest. Stroking his sweat matted curls, you cradle his face. Littering kisses all over him as he hums in content. 
'I missed you so much Eddie. It physically hurt.'
'I know, Y/N,' he looks up at you smirking, 'could tell. But I missed you too. Missed home.' 
Eddie snuggles into your chest. Exhausted by the sex and blissed out in your arms. This is where he belongs, always. He's certain he'll fall asleep here for the night. The question he was going to ask on his arrival will surely have to wait til tomorrow. But it's okay, he's been waiting since October - so what harm is another day? 
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atom-writings · 3 months
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hetalia axis & allies (+ canada) xmas headcanons
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1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons
tw: uhhh christmas obviously. mention of religion and underwear?? uh... i think that's it
a/n: this is my first christmas as a jewish convert so that's been weird. anyway I just wanted something quick, so its mostly a list of gift ideas (:
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America
Alfred is SUCH a huge Christmas fan. I mean, canonically he dresses up as Santa, so he goes all out for the entire month of December. He's been working on a huge holiday home display for decades, and it shows.
He plays Santa at his local mall during the weeks leading up to Christmas; and on the night of, he hands out hot cocoa outside his house. It's fun, but it also means he's a little distracted when it comes to you.
What he would get you: Posters of your favourite movies, super comfy pyjamas, expensive figures of characters you like, candy you like but never get for yourself, model planes or Legos for you two to build together, novelty pens, a stupid cowboy costume so you can match <3, those handmade coupons because he 1. Loves you and 2. Forgot about Christmas until yesterday
What he would want: Any video games, Funko Pops, vinyls of music he likes, those big packs of shirts (he is constantly running out of shirts because he rips or irreparably stains them,) Marvel comics, anything with an eagle on it, those mini wacky waving inflatable tube men things, bulk pens and pencils because he also breaks those constantly-
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England
Arthur is not big into Christmas and never has been. He'll celebrate with you, but he's not going out when it comes to any aspect. If anything, he finds it a little exhausting getting gifts for everyone
But, he does adore walking around and looking at all the lights. He'll do that a couple times with you in December.
What he would get you: Any novel you’ve mentioned even once, tickets to a concert both of you will enjoy, classy jackets that fit you perfectly, cute keychains, fancy art supplies, fragrances that remind him of you, bags/purses that fit your style, CDs
What he would want: Sewing supplies (thread, new needles, new fabric scissors,) framed photos of the two of you, Doctor Who merch, foreign tea, a book on how to take care of your eyebrows properly (he will not learn otherwise,) slippers, those sarcastic magnets that all millennial women have at least one of, any ridiculous piece of merch with the union jack on it
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France
Francis has very mixed feelings about Christmas. On one hand, he hates how consumerist it has become, but on the other hand, nothing makes him happier than seeing the joy the season brings to others.
Plus, he does enjoy giving and receiving presents. The music too? Wonderful. As long as you don't get too stressed out, the holiday should be perfect.
What he would get you: Tons of clothes; stuff that's already your style, and completely new stuff, room decorations (NOT posters,) a reservation at a nice restaurant, bracelets that he made for you, makeup (if you like that kind of thing,) candles that smell like his cologne, CHEESE
What he would want: Fancy fabric, any clothes (he doesn’t care what they are as long as you think they’d look good on him…) paintings or photography, literally ANYTHING creative you’ve made, hair ties (he loses at least 5 a day,) bird stuffed animals, (Basically anything! Francis is not picky)
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China
Christmas is a new occurrence for Yao, and he isn't the biggest fan. He'll buy you stuff for it, but he would do that normally. The lights and the music aren't anything special to him either. Basically, he won't celebrate unless you want to.
What he would get you: Elaborate, very expensive jewellery, huge stuff like a car, Chinese cookbooks, traditional clothes that he made specifically to represent you (: luxury handbags (that he got at SUCH a good discount,) tons of weird off-brand merch of your favourite show, probably a nice meal too!
What he would want: Yao is hard to buy for. Soft robes, stuff to help with back pain, face masks, Hello Kitty keychains… reading glasses maybe?
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Russia
Although he isn't as excited about Christmas as he is about the New Year, he still loves the holiday. It's a nice excuse to see family, and everyone is just so happy around the season! He's especially excited to celebrate it with you.
He's not the best at giving gifts, but he could be worse. Regardless of whether you like all of it, you're gonna get a lot of stuff.
(Also, he plays Santa for the kids sometimes. It's so cute-)
What he would get you: Random knick-knacks he probably found at a local market, knitted hats and gloves in your favourite colour, a scarf to match his, tickets to go somewhere warm on vacation, stuffed animals! books that made him think of you (usually philosophical or religious novels,) pretty rocks (:
What he would want: SUNFLOWERS! (This works for every occasion,) baked goods, clothes that aren’t 250 years old- new doilies and paintings to decorate his house, pictures of yourself, friendship bracelets, stuffed animals, if you can make a scarf somehow, DO THAT
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North Italy
Feliciano cares about Christmas in a more religious way, but he's never mad about getting presents. So, he'll probably spend most of the day in church, but he still did put a lot of effort into getting you stuff you love.
What he would get you: Pajamas & bath robes, shitty romance novels that he wants you to read, weird hand-made knick-knacks, makeup, strange mugs that he found at a thrift store, a painting of you (: probably a pair of his boxers-
What he would want: New paint brushes, novelty pasta shapes, fancy jackets, any art that you’ve made (regardless of quality,) cat stuffed animals, The Ability To Get A Grip, skincare products, shiny garbage (For art purposes, duh,) those handmade coupon things
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Germany
Ludwig does not enjoy Christmas particularly. He's terrible at giving gifts but he wants to so desperately that he spends all of winter stressing out about it. Yes, he's excited to see your reaction to his gifts, but at what cost?!
Although he does still like all the decorations at least. Maybe he just likes re-decorating though.
What he would get you: Puzzles you can complete together, soft sweaters, practical stuff you need (like book bags, lens cloths, that kind of thing,) stationery, reservations for private tours at museums you would find interesting, a subscription to whatever silly service you want (:
What he would want: Books about city planning, nerdy card games, a fun lanyard, a new coffee machine, those aroma-therapy diffuser things, household tools like vacuums and stuff (Get him an air fryer. He’s going to be fascinated.) stress balls, pens (He is boring.)
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Japan
Kiku really has no particular feelings towards Christmas. If you weren't there, the most he would do was put up a mini tree. He's stressed out by both giving and receiving presents and is only willing to do that kind of thing if you want to.
What he would get you: Electronics, merch of your favourite Sanrio character, books that he thinks you’ll like, stickers, a bento box, comfy sweatpants, cute hairpins, plushies from your favourite media, a bunch of pillows, some obscure Japanese snacks too!
What he would want: Miku figures, posters, video games, manga, general nerdy stuff, history novels (he likes to correct them,) blackout curtains, cute face masks, a Polaroid camera, a guide on socialization (Seriously.) a knit scarf, if you can knit (:
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South Italy
Romano desperately wants to care about Jesus more than getting gifts. He's a devout catholic, g*ddamnit! But... he does just really love eating baked goods and getting gifts more than anything. Getting together with family, the music, the lights, he just ADORES the holiday.
What he would get you: Blankets and pillows, your favourite snacks, clothes that are a little more revealing- cruise tickets (if going on wouldn’t be hell for you,) a journal where he wrote down all of the things he loves about you (completely honestly,) religious items, fancy perfumes
What he would want: Paintings from local artists, post-its (so he can finally remember SOMETHING,) anything with the Italian flag on it, stupid bumper stickers, pictures of the other nations that you’ve written insults on, fancy patterned scarves and fabric
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Prussia
Like Alfred, Gilbert loves Christmas in a very childish way. He embraces that side of himself during the holidays and he'd love it if you joined him in that. He constantly insists on going out to see the lights, and he just can't get enough of Christmas movies. Even the bad ones (He's a Hallmark girlie.)
What he would get you: A vintage music box, hair dye, DVDs of your favourite movies (just to have,) stationery, random snacks he picked up from a gas station an hour ago, weirdly sentimental jewellery? Vintage journals, pictures of himself
What he would want: Coupons (???) goofy temporary tattoos, metal CDs, tea (he’s weirdly embarrassed about liking tea and doesn’t buy it for himself?) vintage maps that he can frame and hang up, probably like, WD40? DC comics, novelty trophies, Pokemon cards, video games
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Canada
More than anything, Matthew loves winter. So, therefore, he loves Christmas! Seeing you smile when you open your gifts, he looks forward to it all season. It seems like the only time of year when everyone else is either as miserable or as happy as he is, so it's his favourite holiday.
Cuddling up in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa, watching some old Christmas movie, its all he wants.
What he would get you: Comfy hoodies, comfy slippers too, hot cocoa packs, big stuff like a new PC or fridge or smth- decorations for your room, face masks, fidget toys, novelty Canadian keychains, figures of your favourite characters, festive sweets (like candy-canes and stuff.)
What he would want: Anything with a maple leaf (yes, he wants MORE of that,) boring stuff like socks, wood-working tools or like a new snow shovel, fairy lights, DVDs (because he still uses them? Why.) a new phone case, gift cards (HES BORING,) pre-packaged crafts, lotion and cologne that smells like pine
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merry christmas if you celebrate! this'll probably be the last full thing I post until 2024, so thanks to all you readers for sticking around this year (: you have no idea how much it means to me. i love yall. and to all a good night or whatever santa said
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masterlist | foli jolly xmas list
my only wish: part two
jack daniels x single mum f!reader
summary: typical hallmark movie. he’s never been one for christmas - he hates the tacky decorations and the ear drilling music, but maybe the owner of a small town bakery and her children will change that.
warnings: this man. this man is a warning. this is soft. S O F T. i have heart eyes. swearing, more minecraft shit, almost kisses, yearning, the good stuff hits next chap (18+)
word count: 5866
a/n: gif by moi. so this is a combo of part 2 & 3 and it's fucking late because i'm so fucking busy and have fallen so fucking behind i want to cry. i will forever apologise for the utter shitstorm this month has turned out to be. catch me fighting off the burn out til at least mid january lmao. this made me so disgustingly soft. enjoy!
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His first morning, after an admittedly restless sleep, he was wide awake and ready to go at 6am – his body clock just used to waking early to get a start on the working day. He takes a shower, has a coffee, wipes down the already clean counters and stares outside the kitchen window for an hour.
He flicks through the books left behind by previous tourists lining some of the shelves in vague interest, but none appeal enough to him to laze about on the couch as he had hoped. He flicks through the channels on the mounted TV, but finds nothing intriguing enough to watch. He moves for the porch swing, the icy air biting at his cheeks, and rocks in the creaky seat, trying desperately to just be.
It’s not too bad, he supposes. It’s a calm he doesn’t get to experience a lot, especially seeing as he constantly bounces between Kentucky and Manhattan. There’s not a whole lot of nature to soak up from his penthouse in the city, and he never bothers to hang around long at his ranch at home. When was the last time he put his riding boots on? 
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
No, it’s not bad at all. He’s been in much, much worse predicaments. Maybe it was a good thing to put his feet up after doing back to back missions for God knows how long. Lord knows his body needs a damn good rest, but how could he shut his mind off? 
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
It’s only for a few weeks, and then he’ll be able to dive right back into it. Maybe Champ will already have something lined up for him. Did Rum file those papers correctly? Has Cointreau taken over his Manhattan office for the time being? She’d better not kill his peace lily, she’s incapable of keeping a plant alive for longer than a week…
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
“Fucking Christ,” he grits out to himself, deciding to give up on the swing and marching back indoors, wondering just how long it would be before he loses his entire fucking mind.
It shouldn’t be this hard.
Was it always this hard? Any other normal person would delight in taking a vacation, would relish in having nothing to do but lounge around and soak up the peace and quiet. Why is it so damn hard for him? 
He grabs his jacket and keys before locking up the cabin and heading into town, deciding to stroll the streets and window shop to fill some time, maybe even take a wander past the bakery. Purely for the treats and not the pretty thing he’d been pleasantly surprised with yesterday.
Didn’t even get a name, and he only realised when he got back to the comfort of his Bronco. He couldn’t just waltz back in there and ask like an idiot… maybe he could persuade the kid to give him some information. Should be easy enough to convince with a couple of dollars if the last two interactions with him were anything to go by.
He frowns out of the windshield as he drives, wondering if he’s really lost that much game he’s resorting to bribing a kid for things he could quite easily get the answers to himself. This wasn’t a job — a quick flirt and seduce for the sake of a mission… this could be a real thing, no matter how brief due to him not being in town for long.
He was coming here as Jack, not Agent Whiskey.
There’s a slight pressure there in the back of his mind that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“He should come over for dinner,” Gabe mumbles around a mouthful of muffin, crumbs spilling from his lips and raining over his sweater. “I want him to meet Snickers.”
A few crumbs fall to the freshly cleaned floor beside you where you kneel on the cold tiles and you scowl lightly at them before returning your attention to the decorations in your hands, rifling through the tangled pile of lights and signs until you find what you’re looking for.
“We barely know the man,” you reply after a moment of fiddling, tearing through tape with your teeth and sticking your Merry Christmas banner to the front of the counter, taping around the edges to ensure it sticks. “We can’t just invite a stranger over, Gabe.”
No matter how pretty said stranger is. You’d be lying if you hadn’t had Jack lingering in the back of your mind since meeting him yesterday. He was quite a hard man to forget, what with his strong, handsome features and warm charismatic presence. Apparently you’re not the only one who thinks such—
“He’s very handsome,” Edith murmurs, smiling thankfully at Stacy as the young blonde places her usual tea and pastry in front of her. “Betty said he’s available, too.”
You chuckle quietly, turning your attention to Edith where her small, aged frame hunches slightly in her thick winter coat. 
“You on the market, Edith?” You grin cheekily, giving her a little wink. “He looks like he’d be a good handful.”
“Oh, you never know, pet. I did just have my hip replaced.”
A snort tears its way from your throat before you laugh, your smile widening as her own chuckle fills the shop. Gabe’s eyes move between you both, a growing frown of confusion deepening between his brows.
“I don’t get it.”
“Never you mind, young man,” Edith smiles, sipping delicately at her tea.
“Mi amor, you wound me! I thought I was your only one!” Jose cries, walking out from the kitchen and sliding a fresh tray of various slices into the display case before waltzing over to her with a playful frown. “And now you leave me for some cowboy? My heart aches—”
“Oh you,” Edith murmurs warmly, melting into the embrace he gives her from behind her chair and patting the arm he has across her chest fondly. “You’ll always be my favourite.”
“That’s more like it,” he returns indulgently, planting a kiss on her temple before straightening up and returning to the kitchen. He pokes the side of your head as he passes, grinning at your swat of annoyance. “And you? He won’t be a stranger if you invite him over and get to know him.”
Gabe makes a garbled noise of agreement after shoving the remaining muffin into his mouth. “Exactly! He’ll always be a stranger if we don’t give him a chance, and h—Cowboy!”
You roll your eyes, on the brink of telling him not to be so loud in the shop when Jack’s sudden deep chuckle has you fumbling with the tape in your hands before it could drop to the floor from your surprise.
A quick glance over your shoulder confirms that he’s here in the flesh, stepping into the shop and sliding the yellow tinted glasses from his nose with a charming half grin tugging at his lips.
Speak of the devil himself.
“Glad to know you’ve dropped the ‘lame’ title for me, kid.”
“Mum said it was rude,” Gabe shrugs lightly.
At your mention, Jack’s attention falls on you and your reaction is immediate. It’s like that sweet high school crush all over again. Your heart quickens as a small thrill rolls through your body, humming along your nerves and causing the muscles of your stomach to tighten in delight.
He nods politely, the rim of his Stetson briefly ducking over his features, and you grin at the greeting, rising unsteadily from your spot and inconspicuously wiping your hands down the front of your apron to dampen the sting of sweat biting at your palms. 
“Are you here for more gingerbread already? I haven’t made any new ones yet so you’ll have to wait til later,” Gabe says frankly, lips pressing into a line as he gazes up at him.
“Now that’s a real shame,” Jack drawls, a frown pulling at his features as his arms cross over his chest. “I was lookin’ forward to one of them fancy diamond fellas of yours.”
Gabe suddenly brightens, seemingly struck with quite an idea, and you feel the trickling of dread begin to grow along your shoulders. It’s never good when he gets that shine in his eyes… God, what is he up to now?
“We could make them together! It would be so much fun with all of us! Can’t we, mum?”
Where is he going with this? Of course you could, but would Jack even want to? He could just be playing nice after all, and now Gabe’s practically cornering him into something he doesn’t want to do. Would Jack be too polite to decline? Maybe you should swoop in before he gets too uncomfortable.
You shift slightly, eyes quickly darting to Jack. “I mean… yeah, but I don’t thi—”
Gabe grins, “Cool! Come over tonight, okay Cowboy? You can meet Lou and Snickers! Do you promise? Promise me!”
“Whoa hey, slow down, kid,” Jack grins, holding his hand out in a calming manner. “That’s not your decision to make. You gotta talk these things through with your mama before you go makin’ plans.”
“Mum,” Gabe whines, whirling on the spot. “He has to come over tonight. You were just talking about having him over for dinner—”
“Is that so?” Jack swoops in, dark eyes rolling to yours and shining with interest.
Heat grows along your cheeks as your mouth suddenly dries up, your mind whirling and whirling yet giving you fucking nothing in terms of words. Though it’s only a moment, it feels like hours until you finally manage to speak, clearing your throat of the feeling of shy discomfort and giving a small shrug.
“I was just saying we can’t invite a stranger over,” you explain dumbly, inwardly wincing.
He cocks his head, a playfully charming smile tugging gently at his lips and you feel the effect of his eyes settle low in your stomach.
“How do you make friends without givin’ a stranger a chance, sugar?”
His tone curling the pet name on his tongue brings your heart to an unsteady beat, blood rushing along under your skin as your smile briefly widens. 
“You make a good point, cowboy,” you reply softly.
“That’s what I said!” Gabe agrees loudly, suddenly snapping you out of the apparent daze Jack had all but forced upon you.
You become very aware of Edith glancing at the three of you from her table, an amused smile playing along her lips as she sips at her tea. Jose is unusually quiet in the kitchen — no doubt eavesdropping, and Stacy seems to be wiping over the same spotless mark on the display case, trying her hardest to not make it look like she’d been lingering to purely listen in.
How had you not noticed them all? They were hardly discreet.
It’s his damn smile.
Jack, unbothered by the interruption, grins widely at Gabe, raising a hand to ruffle the thick knitted beanie forced over his hair. “You got a good head on your shoulders, kid.”
You catch Edith’s eyes over Jack’s shoulder and she gives you a nod of encouragement, throwing in an impatient point to the cowboy for good measure.
“Did—did you want to?” You ask, hoping your nerves didn’t shine through your tone. “Come over for dinner, that is. We could decorate cookies after…”
“Yeah,” Jack answers after a moment of studying your features, his smile softening briefly when he finds whatever he’s looking for. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Relief washes through you, followed steadily by a wave of anticipation and sweet excitement. You’re positive everyone can hear your heartbeat. It drums loudly in your ears, quickening when Jack sweeps forward to pluck the pen from where it hangs off the top of your dusted apron.
He bends briefly to jot something down on the back of a business card he’d pulled from the little holder in front of the till before straightening, smoothly slipping the card into your apron pocket.
“Let me know where and what time, and I’ll be there. See you later, kid — be good, y’hear?”
“Bye cowboy!” Gabe hollers after him, grinning and waving when Jack turns to give him a nod of goodbye.
“Holy shit,” you breathe when he’s finally out of sight, hand flying to rest over where you feel the business card tucked into your pocket and feeling the sharp edges of it through the thick fabric with a wash of warmth rolling through your body.
He still doesn’t have a fucking name.
His steering wheel had taken the brunt of his irritated palms during his drive back to the cabin and his brows had been furrowed over his eyes for the entire journey. He’d been so confident, so set on finding out your name the moment his gaze landed on your familiar shop front.
Well that went to fucking shit, didn’t it?
The second your pretty little eyes found his, he couldn’t remember a goddamn thing. Not a goddamn fucking thing. He’d been struck off balance, practically clawing to keep his cool calm. Hell, he couldn’t even say hello — he’d had to settle for a nod because his throat was so damn dry.
Thank god the kid had been there or he’d have made a right ass out of himself. How does one get a date before a name?
And he damn well couldn’t ask for it after receiving a text from you, noting your address and a time you’d be home after closing up. He couldn’t even label your fucking contact details in his phone.
“Fuckin’ idiot,” he’d growled to his reflection in the mirror while he was getting ready, his fingers smoothing his damp moustache down as leftover steam from his shower swirls towards the ceiling. “Get your fuckin’ act together.”
He’d come too far.
Now he needed to bribe the kid.
The drive to your house is mostly spent giving himself an internal pep talk, all of which seems to be forgotten the moment he rolls to a stop alongside the curb.
It’s a dark-bricked two storey with stark white lined windows and smaller in size than the others that line the roads heading towards the town centre, but not at all lacking in its own special charm, set amongst some trees with a paved path lining the way to the small, welcoming porch.
He knows he has the right place by the familiar face squished against one of the upper floor windows, and he gives Gabe a wave as he walks towards the steps, chuckling quietly to himself when he vaguely catches the kid yell his arrival from inside.
His knuckles rap softly against the light teal door, and he takes that brief moment to collect himself with a steadying breath while shaking the tension from his shoulders, before the door suddenly swings in, revealing your frame in the vacant space. His fingers tighten around the small bouquet of flowers held loosely by his side, suddenly struck dumb by you once again.
“Hey darlin’,” he greets softly, his smile automatic as your own spreads across your lips.
“Hi Jack,” you murmur, delighting in the buzz that runs along your nerves.
He raises the flowers, pride rolling over his shoulders when you blink in surprise before giving him the sweetest fucking smile he’s ever seen. God help him.
“These are for y—”
“Cowboy!”
The door is shoved open further by a new body, and Gabe grins up at him, tugging along another little body behind him. The girl stays half hidden behind her brother, her shy smile mirroring her mothers as she blinks up at him from around Gabe’s shoulder.
“Hey kid,” Jack greets fondly before leaning to take a better look at the girl, smiling when she ducks to hide further behind her brother, “hey sweetheart.”
“This is Louisa,” Gabe explains the second your lips part to form her name.
He takes a small step to the side, encouraging her to say hello with a comforting half embrace but she stays silent, hiding her face into Gabe’s sleeve and chewing on the nail of her index finger. He remains unphased and shrugs, tightening his arm around her and returning his attention to Jack.
“She’s a bit shy, but she’s cool.”
“Alright guys, let’s move out of the way before he freezes on our doorstep.”
You herd the kids out of the way and he steps in with a murmur of thanks, relishing in the warmth that fills the small home as you close out the cold behind him. He offers the bouquet of flowers to Louisa as she clutches at your leg, grinning when she carefully reaches for them. Gabe jumps to help him take his jacket off, as well as his hat, straining on tip toes to hang it neatly on the coat rack beside the door.
“Come on through, Jack,” you murmur, smiling at him over your shoulder as you walk deeper into your home, Louisa in tow, and he feels his heart jump in his chest. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
Gabe goes to follow but Jack holds him back with his fingers pinching the collar of his t-shirt, waiting for a moment until you’re out of ear shot before bending at the waist and flashing the ten dollars he’d had ready in the front pocket of his jeans.
“You wanna make a deal?”
Gabe eyes the money and grins, “Sure.”
“I’ll give you this for your mama's name.”
“You really don’t have to do this, Jack.”
He gives a low rumble of a chuckle, turning to shoot you a brief grin as he passes you a wet plate. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, his hands turning slightly pink from the high heat of the soapy water filling the sink. He bumps softly into your shoulder, returning his attention to washing the small stack of dishes piled next to him.
It’s domestic, cosy.
“After that meal? Darlin’, it’s the least I can do.”
Dinner had gone down without a hitch, full of endless questions on Gabe’s part and a comfortable conversation with you when the kid had been too busy shovelling food into his mouth. Gabe had disappeared briefly and come back with his most treasured friend for introductions — Snickers, a soft tri-color Holland lop that stayed snuggled into his arms during the rest of the meal despite your disapproval.
Jack was at peace for the first time since he walked out the Statesman doors.
He tries not to enjoy it too much. His time in town is brief, after all.
“I’m glad you liked it,” you murmur softly, relishing in his sincere appreciation, “I’m actually not much of a cook.”
“Now, I refuse to believe that—”
“No, it’s true,” you grin, sharing a quiet laugh with him, “I can’t cook very well, but I can bake.”
“Yes, you can,” Jack agrees immediately, glancing over his shoulder to where the batch of gingerbread shapes sit on the counter before looking back at you. “I’ve never been one for gingerbread, and now it’s all I’m thinkin’ about.”
Maybe not all he’s thinking about.
He swallows, dragging his eyes away from the sweet curl of your lips.
“Well, in that case—” you spin and throw the towel playfully at his chest, “—let’s stop wasting time with the dishes.”
His eyes follow you as you move away, preparing somewhat of a decorating station over the clean kitchen counter, and he only becomes aware of the dazed little smile tugging at his lips when his cheeks start to ache from the pull of it.
He steps up next to you at your request, grinning at the cries of excitement from the other room when you call out for the kids. They settle on the two stools and take their pick of shapes from the tray you hold out to them, chattering about the various sprinkles and colours of icing you bring out already prepared.
Gabe quietly coaches Louisa along with decorations before glancing at you, his brows rising.
“You’re forgetting something, mum.”
“Oh, shit.”
Gabe grins as you grab your phone and mess with a little bluetooth speaker before the familiar notes of a certain song that is overplayed way too fucking much during this time of the year starts to fall from the speakers. Jack can’t help the little scrunch of his nose and you notice it with an amused tilt of your head.
“Don’t like this song?”
“I don’t like any Christmas songs,” Jack admits, accepting the little bowl of candy cane sprinkles Lousia shyly holds out to him with a tender smile.
“Oh no,” you murmur, catching Gabe’s attention as he turns to look up at you in question. “I think our new friend is a grinch.”
“What?!” Gabe abandons his decorating in favour of frowning up at the cowboy. “Do you hate Christmas? Why? Were you naughty?”
Jack chuckles, shaking his head. “I’ve just never really celebrated it, kid. It doesn’t interest me.”
“That’s fair, but I’m sorry cowboy,” you coo, leaning against the counter and giving him a coy smile, “when we make our gingerbread cookies—the Christmas playlist comes on.”
He decides he’s more than okay with it if he gets to spend a bit more time in your presence, and, all things considered, it’s not that bad. The music brings out a sweet giddiness in both you and the kids, and it only deepens the smile stretched out along his lips as he swims in the comfortable atmosphere falling over the kitchen.
“I have never used one of these in my life,” Jack notes dryly, holding the piping bag in his hand and frowning at the tip of it.
He glances at the way you work your own, looking so effortless in the way you ice intricate patterns over the cookies while softly swaying to the music. You side eye him with a grin, finishing off a swirl with a smooth flourish and raising a brow at him in a silent challenge.
Looks easy enough…
It’s not.
He makes a low noise of distaste at his shaky attempts, discovering the piping bag is not as innocent as it looks. Laughter melts into his ears and he throws you a playful frown, nudging your arm softly with his elbow.
“Are you laughin’ at me?”
“What? I would never,” you return cheekily, stepping closer until your front brushes against his arm.
Your hands cover his, the warmth of your palms oozing into his skin and he’s only vaguely aware of the instruction you quietly murmur into his ear. How could he focus on anything else with you so damn close? He ignores the pattern you help him ice over the cookie, too busy studying the way the kitchen light reflects in your eyes and the way your lashes brush against your skin.
You become hyper aware of his gaze burning into the side of your face and your body reacts automatically, your heart picking up in your chest and thudding heavily against your ribs. You sneak a glance at him, suddenly caught in the pools of warm brown focusing solely on you, and your breath catches in your throat.
It lasts only a minute, the chatter of Gabe and Lou obliviously decorating their cookies in the background keeping you both from falling any deeper into the temptation building along your nerves to close in on those last few inches.
Jack’s the first to look away and break the spell, his eyes falling down to the counter, before he gives you a final glance from his peripheral. You spy the smile tugging at his lips and your chest tightens, lost to the feeling of blood rushing to fill your cheeks.
Could he hear your heartbeat? God, you hope not.
The curl of anticipation never fades from the pit of your stomach as the night rolls on, stretching out over your system whenever you’d catch his gaze or feel the brush of his body against yours. It becomes harder and harder to deny the level of attraction you have for him, despite only meeting him yesterday.
And he’s wonderful with the kids… a fact that does nothing to temper the lure you feel for him. 
He listens attentively to every word Gabe says when he goes on a ramble about his new world and how creepers keep blowing up his house, despite quite clearly not knowing what the hell he’s talking about. He’s delicately soft with Louisa, never pushing her to talk and simply content to watch her work, interacting with a kind smile whenever she’d ask for his help or thoughts.
She’s completely smitten by the end of the night, and you don’t blame her.
She gives him a small tired wave from where she snuggles into the couch under a blanket with Gabe who’s long passed out, head thrown back against a pillow and snores falling from his open mouth. You follow Jack out once he returns Louisa’s goodbye, cringing at the icy temperature when you step onto the darkened porch behind him.
“You’ve got a couple of great kids,” Jack murmurs, turning to you.
You grin in return, glancing over your shoulder to the warmth of your home where they rest before meeting his gaze and giving a little shrug.
“I know.”
He chuckles deeply and the low timbre of it shoots straight to the pit of your stomach, the feeling only worsening when he takes a step closer and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips. He lingers for a brief moment, his moustache tickling your skin as his nose brushes your cheek and it sends your heart into a frenzy.
You can’t help but turn into it, the movement bringing his lips within breathing distance, much much closer than before. His breath is warm over your lips, heavy with the hot chocolate you’d made after the cookies, and you feel your heart beating in your ears as the tip of his nose briefly catches yours.
“Thank you for havin’ me, sugar.”
“You’re welcome any time, cowboy.”
“Careful now,” Jack drawls quietly, tongue slipping along his lower lip as his eyes shine mischievously, “I might take you up on that offer quicker than you think.”
“I sure hope so,” you smile, watching fondly as he finally steps away from you and raises a hand to place the weathered Stetson atop his head.
You’re in trouble. You can feel it in your very core. You can feel it in the way your cheeks refuse to let go of the smile stretched across your lips. Despite spending the entire evening in his company, you ache with the question of when you’ll be able to see him like this again, his brief time in town only fuelling this need, and it prompts you to speak up before he goes too far.
“Jack?” You call as he slowly swaggers down the porch steps.
He stops instantly, turning to face you with a curious brow raised.
“If you want to take me up on that offer, we’re putting our Christmas lights up tomorrow… we could do with an extra hand if you’re available. Unless Scrooge has to work…” you trail off teasingly, grinning at his chuckle.
“I’ll be here, darlin’.”
It’s different, and very much unlike you.
Inviting a stranger over for dinner? Inviting him back to help decorate your home? It’d all felt so natural the day you spent clipping rows after rows of small, twinkling colourful lights along the eaves and windows, sharing conversation and jokes until the sun melted behind the mountains.
The feel of his hands steadying you on your trusty little step ladder had burnt you, even through the thickness of your coat. The way his eyes had reflected the wild flash of colour from the lights had settled something soft and tender in the pit of your stomach, pleased that he seemed to be enjoying himself in your company, even doing something as mundane as tacking lights everywhere. 
His farewell was much like the night before, leaving such a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips and lingering right there until you thought for sure he was going to kiss you, only to step away with that dazzling little grin and sauntering away with a raspy goodnight.
You’d stared at your ceiling longer than you cared to admit once he left, lost in the thoughts of his lips, his hands, the way he’d feel. 
He quickly lost his title of stranger, becoming something of a fast friend the more he spent time with you. The feelings that bubbled to the surface and swam merry little circles around your heart came so naturally in his presence. You desperately try to ignore the way they strengthen with each shared glance and charming smile, convinced it’s just the thrill of a new crush and nothing more.
It couldn’t be anything more. Though he didn’t tell you a whole lot about his work, he did tell you he was never in one spot for too long. He bounced between Kentucky and New York, often going overseas and all over, and it didn’t give him the opportunity of settling, or even dating.
He had said it with a tone of apology, as if he was giving you the option of walking away before you stepped any further after knowing it could be nothing like you were potentially dreaming. You’d enjoy it while it lasted, you decided. It didn’t have to be anything serious, or even romantic, just a sweet memory to treasure when he eventually drives out of town.
“That one is huge!” Gabe cries, running to a monstrous 11ft thing towering over the other trees and fluffing its lower branches. “We have to get this one.”
“And put it where, Gabriel?” You question in amusement, rolling your gaze from the thick width of the tree to the tip top of it. “We wouldn’t even be able to get this through our front door, let alone stand it up inside.”
He gives a dismissive shrug, “We can make it work. Can’t we, Jack?”
Jack chuckles next to you, walking over to Gabe and resting a hand on his shoulder. “I think you’re askin’ a bit much of your door, kid. How about we find somethin’ more… compact?”
Gabe sighs, but eventually yields, giving one last look of longing to the monster before snatching Louisa’s hand and dragging her to other potential trees. You watch them dart between trunks with a small smile, your insides turning to fire when you feel a hand press into the small of your back to guide you between two close set trees.
“I’m sorry Gabe roped you into today,” you murmur as you step past Jack, your heart thudding when you feel his hand linger before sliding away. “I know Christmas isn’t your thing – this must be very painful.”
The night Jack had helped you with the lights, Gabe had asked — begged — him to come Christmas tree shopping with you, and had asked him every day leading up to the day a week later. Jack had given in early in the week, but Gabe had still asked every time Jack wandered into the shop for a treat to ensure his newest friend would help him pick the ‘coolest and bestest tree ever’. 
Jack laughs, reaching out to feel the needles on a passing tree and giving you a grin. “Don’t be, sugar. I’m havin’ a great time. I’ve got good company.”
He gives your shoulder a playful little bump with his own and fire spreads across your chest, curling around your heart and filling the tips of your ears. Instead of stepping away, he stays close, keeping his side constantly brushing against yours as you both leisurely follow after the kids and your heart starts to hammer.
“I could say the same,” you grin, shooting him a look from the side, “you’re not too bad for a grinch.”
“Hey now,” he drawls with a smile, “there’s still time for me to go ‘round town stealin’ Christmas.”
You’d let him if he kept smiling at you like this.
“I’ll make sure I keep an eye out for you on Christmas Eve.”
“Speakin’ of Christma Eve,” Jack murmurs, fighting the feel of something curling around his throat, “what’s this Christmas Ball thing I’ve been hearin’ about?”
“It’s hardly a ball,” you grin, trying to not let the brush of his body send your heart into too much of a frenzy, “that makes it sound a lot fancier than what it is. It’s just a Christmas Eve party at the hall — they’ve had it for years. It’s gotten bigger over time, what with more and more tourists coming into town.”
Jack nods along to your words, wondering when the hell he started getting so goddamn nervous to even speak. He swears his heart is beating in his throat. It’s not him, it's you. It’s you doing this to him, catching him off guard with those pretty eyes and making him feel like he was a clueless boy head over heels all over again. 
What in the hell are you doing to him?
Your voice breaks through his reverie.
“Will we see you there?”
His eyes flash up to meet yours, once again struck dumb by your smile. He gives a nod, barely able to catch his breath before your lips widen into something much more pleased and it rockets through his system. Originally he wasn’t going to, but the idea of going with you seemed much more appealing that staying in the cabin and nursing the bottle of whiskey for the night, waiting for the holiday to be over.
It’s just too bad he can’t get his damn mouth to form the fucking words to ask. Speak, man—
“Darlin’, I was wonderin’—”
“We found it!”
You both startle at the cry of victory that comes from in front of you, cutting through the moment of potential. Gabe has his hands clenched and arms high in the air while Louisa gives an excited little hop beside him, her face split from the grin stretched across her lips. Jack sighs quietly, weak to fight the smile that pulls at his cheeks at the kids’ excitement.
“Hold on a second,” you call back, turning those sweet eyes back onto him. “What were you saying, Jack?”
His eyes flick over your face, his throat bobbing with a swallow as he studies your features.
Maybe it’s best to leave it as it is. He already knows you’ll be attending, so what’s the point in asking you to go with him? He can just catch up with you there. Not to mention you probably had things to do with the kids, with your fellow townsfolk… no. He’ll leave it be. Besides, it’s not like he’ll be in town for much longer.
“It’s nothin’, sugar,” he finally replies, lips set in their charming curl. “Come on now, let’s go get this tree before this kid finds an axe and does it himself.”
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theehorsepusssy · 3 months
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wait who is this German visitor with the cowboy boots and whatnot
a recap
So we have this foreign exchange student from back in the 80s who has kept in touch with our family for the last 35 years and my parents stay with him when they go to europe or asia (hes an auto exec who lived there too) and vice versa. This guy also has BiPolar Disorder that he refuses to get medicated. His entire family and friends have parted ways with him over time because he wont get treatment and is probably the most annoying person the planet (in my opinion). His girlfriend is finally over it moved back to Japan. It sounds like his job might be gone too. So he decides to annoy the last people he hasand shows up on our doorstep for xmas. He proceeds to terrorize our family with a 24/7 grunting, screaming, stomping tantrum over the course of a couple weeks. I lock myself in my room and ignore him which pisses him off. He wears really loud beads on his wrists and reeks of cologne. (the house is absolutely ruined with the smell, we need to call some kind of professional cleaner. My mom threw away all the linens) He plays some kind of German Ska music that is truly the worst noise you will ever hear . He spend hours online trying to fuck/marry/kill some ukranian model/whore/catfish. He spends the other hours ordering around 40 pairs of shoes from Amazon. he ordered a bunch of shit from from europe and had it shipped here for who knows what reason. He bought an ugly picture of like a beer bottle at, i think, Powells for like $600 but its so big he has to ship it back and thats gonna cost over $700 in shipping. He ordered something from REI but wanted to return so my dad him directions to the one in clackamas but he ends up in the mall "where his real friends are." Explaining how his new friends make commission off the thousands upon thousands of dollars he is spending on tacky jewelry pisses him off and he moves out of the bedroom he has successfully turned into a Hoarders episode in 10 days and into a motel near his beloved clackamas mall. his flight out of the country was today but whether he got on board and made it is a mystery. we kept trying to be sympathetic and hospitable and nice and charitable and tried to explain he needs help but he is deep in delusion and denial and we are all out of fucks to give. Fuck him
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garrison-girl-08 · 1 year
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The reader meets Thomas in a Christmas sex suit or hot underwear with a New Year's note and red lipstick😏💋
Took me a while to get to this one... sorry. Here it is eventually… mainly smut.
Homecoming-
Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader
Summary- Y/n welcomes her husband home after a long day.
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As Thomas locked his car, he rolled his shoulders. Trying to unwind, the stresses of the day. Just wanting to get home, see his wife, relax. The build up to Christmas had been busier than usual.
Especially the shipping of the rum, and whiskey. And of course, he liked to oversee it all. He couldn't trust anyone, especially not his idiot brothers. They could barely add up. If no it wasn’t for him overseeing them all, who knows where the business would be?
You had been working too, but left on time. Unlike him. There was always something else for him to do, he had been out of the house since 5am. But, nevertheless he had promised he would return at a reasonable time.
Was 10.30pm reasonable?
He would soon find out. Stepping into the hallway, he was surprised to find it empty. No Frances, or Mary. Was he that late? You had dismissed them all? This wasn't a good sign. Definitely not....
Hanging up his hat, he noticed it. A note....
"Welcome home darling,
It's been a long day, come and find me. I have a surprise for you xxx."
A surprise? He wondered, that could easily be a slap in the face for being late. Discarding his coat, he wondered whether to try upstairs. Deciding against it, he headed for the office.
Empty.
Another note on the desk.
"Do not even think about working, or no fun for you, xx"
Chuckling to himself, he lit a cigarette. You could read him so easily, knew how his mind worked. Having dated for three years, you had only been married for a month. And were still in the newlywed phase.
He called you his wife constantly, or Mrs Shelby. You still couldn't believe you were married!
Heading for the stairs, he hoped you were waiting for him in the bath. That was just what he needed, you relaxing against his chest. While he ran his fingers through your hair. Checking your shared room, he found it empty. He wasn't really in the mood for games, but he thought he had better amuse you.
“Y/n?" he called out, his voice hoarse and weary.
No answer.
Heading along the corridor, he could hear the soft hum of music. Christmas music, you knew he hated that. For fucks sake. Pushing open a guest room door, he found the room to be filled with candles.
You, laid across the bed seductively. One of his cigarettes in your mouth, you rarely smoked. This was for him. Your long legs spread wide, a glass of whiskey in between them. So inviting.
Wait ...was that his expensive glass from Churchill? Yes, it was.
Fucking crystal! If that got smashed …
"Welcome home, darling," you cooed, blowing him a kiss. Your lips ruby red, he could just bite them. Then he noticed your outfit. Fuck... where you trying to give him a heart attack?
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Crawling to the edge of the bed, you stood handing him the whiskey. Instantly, he tried to reach for the string on your panties. Already feeling the blood flow to his cock.
"Tut, tut, patience," you warned, taking a deep drag on your cigarette. A glint of mischief in your eyes.
"Y/n.." he smirked, thinking you were joking.
Standing on your tiptoes, you blew the smoke into his mouth. Lips ever so slightly touching his. As you let out a little moan. You knew he loved that. It turned him on, he liked you to be vocal.
"It's Mrs Claus, to you …..Santa," you winked, striding back to the bed. Making sure you wiggled your ass.
"It was fucking Mrs Shelby, a few weeks ago," he mused, downing his whiskey with a hiss of his teeth. Eyes raking hungrily over his new wife.
"Are you going to spoil this?" you queried, giving him the look.
Oh no … not the look.
Role play... that's what you wanted was it? Dirty girl.
“No, Mrs Claus, definitely not, ey," he answered. If it meant he could fuck you in this outfit, he would fucking sing the xmas songs if he had to.
As long as you didn't tell anyone. That was.
“Sit,” you ordered, gesturing to the armchair next to the bed. Following your instructions, he allowed you to unbutton his shirt. “Did you have a hard day, baby…? Hmmm?” You asked, licking your ruby red lips.
Your hand undoing his zip, releasing his cock. Letting it spring to attention. “So hard, just like my cock for you, Mrs Claus,” He watched your small hand stroke his shaft, eyes fixed on his.
Standing, you re-applied your lipstick with popping sound. “I think you deserve some attention, Santa,”
Straddling him, you ground your hips against his. “I fucking hope so, ey,” he hissed, grabbing your ass. Trying not to touch you was absolute torture.
“Be good for Mrs Claus,” you teased, moaning, as you nibbled his neck. “Ooooh you smell so good, your making me dripping wet,”
Running his hand across your body, he tried to feel. With quick reactions, you tapped his hand.
“Naughty, just watch me,” you ordered. Slipping your hands in your panties, you scooped out some of the moisture. Holding your finger towards him.
Tommy stared, open mouthed, “Fuck baby, please. I’m gonna explode here,”
Giving him your finger, you slipped it onto his mouth. “Suck,” you ordered, as he greedily licked your finger.
“Better than any fucking whiskey,” he answered, trying to reach for you again.
“You want me to suck your cock? My ruby red lips ready to make you cum?” You asked, biting your lip. “That sound good?”
Before he could answer, you sunk to your knees. Slipping his cock into your mouth. Slurping, cheeks hollowed as you teased his tip. “Holy fuck,” he squirmed, gripping the arms of the chair.
You had him in your mouth so tight, sucking him like a vacuum. He imagined shooting his load, into the back of your throat. Letting it drip along your chin.
Your red lipstick was staining his shaft. As you sucked him, licking from root to tip. Then putting his full cock into your small mouth. That was such a turn on for him.
Eventually releasing him, you stared up into his eyes.
"I'm gonna cum soon," he groaned, gripping the handles of the chair. Still wearing his shirt and tie, he quickly loosened it so he could breathe. Gasping, as you pumped him softly in your hand.
"That wouldn't be fair," you pouted, "I want a ride on Santa's sleigh,"
His pupil's blew wide, at your confession, as he ripped off his shirt.
“Baby you are so hot, you've got me so fucking hard here, ey,"
Standing up, you did a little twirl for him. Running your fingers over the red bra, moaning softly as you pulled your nipples.
"Do you like my outfit?" you asked, resting your hands on his knees. As your breasts wobbled in his face. Nodding profusely, he slipped a hand into your panties.
You were desperate for some friction, there now. Just there… ooohhh.
"That feels good, am I wet enough?" you asked. As he pulled the ties away from your panties, making them fall to the floor.
"You are always wet, baby. Always ready for me to fuck you, hmm?" he growled in your ear.
Tommy was playing you, at your own game now. He knew the dirty talk turned you on. "You love my cock don't you?"
Spinning around, you faced away from him straddling him again. Your back against his chest.
“Yes, I love it. Deep, ah," you moaned again, spreading your legs wide. Pumping his thick shaft in your hand, you teased at your entrance.
Slowly, dipping it in and out.
Just enough to tease him, just enough to stretch you. "Slide it all the way in, fill that wet pussy. You know you need it, ey,"
His right hand came around the front of your body, to rub your clit. "Bet you touched yourself waiting for me? Ey? Didn't you?"
He pushed your hips down, so his full length slipped into you. Causing you to gasp at the fullness. Now flicking your swollen clit back and forward, with his forefinger.
He was back in control.
"I did, I did," you panted, starting to ride him hard. Hands on your knees, ass bobbing up and down giving him the perfect view.
"Why?" he asked, slapping your ass, "Because you were desperate, Mrs Claus?"
He moved his finger away, as you didn't answer. Now riding him so fast, tits bouncing up and down. Tommy was willing himself not to cum yet, just hold out for you.
"I was desperate for you, I need to cum, I'm oh god..." you moaned. With one swift motion, he rubbed your clit again. Hard, rolling over and over the swollen button.
“Yes, Tommy. Please!" you screamed, digging your nails into his thighs as your orgasm hit you.
"Yes! Tommy... I'm dripping all over you," you screamed, leaning back against him, as you continued to ride him. Your love juices covering his manly thighs.
"Not so loud, love," he chuckled, standing up, still inside you. As he bent you over the chair and fucked you hard. Releasing his seed into your soft walls, as you screamed for more.
Eventually standing up, he carried you to the bed. Hovering over you, as you both caught your breath.
"Mrs Claus is fucking wild," he chuckled, nibbling at your neck.
"Only for you, Santa, you winked. “Welcome home,”
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sardonic-sprite · 5 months
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Its November fucking first, Halloween is over, the ground is covered in snow and I've been rehearsing for the christmas show for a month so there will no longer be any stopping me
Ok so best laid plans of mice and men yadda yadda I did not in fact complete whumptober in time, but fear not, I'm still filling all the requests, I've got a lot written, just be patient and it'll all come hopefully by the end of November.
Related to that, I promised that since whumptober was to be all batman related, I'd run something with similar rules for all the non-batman fandoms I'm in when I had time to refamiliarize with those source materials. Originally I said December, with Winter Whumpterland in mind, but as much as I love everyone's ideas, I need to return to my own creative roots for a while after this batch, so instead I'm looking at taking those requests for either Januwhump or Trop-A-Thon (run by amonthofwhump), based on my school schedule. Januwhump would have 15 days of prompts + Alt, Trop-A-Thon is one week with 4 optional prompts per day. If y'all want something more like whumptober, 30 days with a theme and 3 options per day, you'll have to wait for June of Doom. Please drop me a line here or on AYW 31 to say which option you'd like best
Between now and whenever that is however comes my favorite holiday (like literally 10% of my fics are christmas themed... oops) along with HOLIDAY BREAK FROM SCHOOL WHICH MEANS WRITING TIME! Now I usually dabble in some amount of Winter Whumpterland bc I can't help myself when it comes to hurting the batboys it seems, BUT.
Last year (and the year before, only I chickened out lol) I sort of tried to make my own start up event for Christmas called Christmas Countdown Playlist, because music is my favorite thing about my favorite holiday. This time I wanted to reach out (since I... know people? Am tumblring?) And ask whether anyone would be interested in me making an annual Thing of this event. The gist would be
12 days of prompts all based on christmas songs or lyrics
Still open to any faith or nonfaith, just that xmas songs are what inspire my generalized prompts
Fluff whump angst anything goes
Any type of created content
Open from Thanksgiving to new years to participate as much or as little as desired
Thanks so much for reading and I hope to hear from ya soon!
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a-lumos-in-the-nox · 3 months
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Winter Break
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Summary: 4 Professors, 10 students All left over for the holidays at Hogwarts.
Warnings: None, more fluff babes!
Words: 1,634
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Outside in Scotland thick sheets of white snow fell from the sky making everything look pretty. Hogwarts was covered in the cold soft powder. It was the last day of class before most of the students and staff would go home for the holidays for about 2ish weeks.
Ruby loved the holidays. decorating, singing songs, playing holiday music, baking all her favorite cookies, giving gifts from her friends abroad. It was always a fun time. The bell rang signaling the end of the day and her students cheered. She smiled.
"Happy Holidays everyone!! Hope you all enjoy the time with your family & I'll see you all next year!" She announced as her students all clamored out the door. Some of her students petted Boris bye on their way out. Once they were gone Boris sat in the door way meowing behind them. Ruby swished her wand at things around her classroom and it cleaned up itself. She grabbed her bag and knelt down to let Boris hop in.
She was humming a xmas song as she walked down the hallway. Angus walked up beside her eventually holding his evening tea mug.
"Happy almost Holidays, Rube!" he said quirky.
"Same to you Angus…staying here too?" Ruby asked. As she petted Boris softly.
"Yeah…It'll be me, you, Longbottom, Minerva and Hagrid of course with a few of the students left."
Ruby's eyes widened. "It's none of the Weasley-Potter's is it?" she grimaced.
Angus shook his head no rapidly. "Oh, Merlin no. Trust me I'd find a place to go if any of thoes kids stayed over." Ruby laughed.
"Did you get your gift yet for everyone?" Ruby pondered.
"Yea I got everything, the staff parties are always fun, even Minerva relaxes."
"Cool beans."
Angus and Ruby continued on talking and walking till Ruby spun on her heels and faced Angus.
"Welp, I better go figure out what song i want the frogs to sing, to entertain everyone. I'll catch ya later Kohler." And Ruby left to the Choirs room.
"Ok, Mr. Bo lets see if we can teach these froggies some xmas songs." Ruby cooed at her black Sphynx cat chilling in her bag. She took out her wand and walked up to the pedestals where the frogs were napping she tapped her wand on the stand and they started to wake up. Ruby swished her wand and sheet music appeared in front of the frogs then she conducted them as they croaked through Frosty the Snowman. she grinned, the kids would love this.
Elsewhere in the castle's Neville was talking to a pair of this best friends, Harry and Ginny Potter.
He was flabbergasted right now. "SHE WHAT?!" Ginny shouted through the fireplace. Neville shook his head and paced in front of the fireplace, arms crossed and a hand rubbing a hand across his forehead.
"You deserve better Neville." Ginny told after she calmed down.
"Thanks, Ginny. It just hurts, I spent so much time with her…and just yeah." He mumbled.
"Yeah, I get ya. Do you want us to drop by for a minute?" Ginny asked.
Neville shook his head no. "No…talking about it helps. I still cant believe she sent messages through my DA coin. I only read a few before i handed it over to Ruby." Neville scratched the back of his head.
"How'd she take it from you?" Harry asked.
"She didnt have to I gave it to her…I was drunk, Harry…and the last thing i remember was winning a round of poker. Angus told me the rest after the hangover from hell. Godric that was really fucking bad."
"Well…at least ya dodged a curse." Harry told.
Neville looked at the floor. "Thanks, mate."
Neville talked to his friends a bit more before hanging up and changing out of his work clothes. And headed to dinner.
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In the great hall Hagrid had lassoed in a giant pine tree. Angus, Minerva, Ruby and Neville levitated it into the holder. The teachers and left over staff had all kinds of decorations to deck all the halls of Hogwarts. Even the ghosts and house elves pitched in. Ruby and McGonagall decorated the pine trees in the great hall. While Angus and Neville levitated the wreaths to different parts of the castle. Some of the students got into it was well, even though some of them couldn't levitate objects yet. They tried their best and they had fun so that's all that mattered.
"Dont forget the Christmas party in the lounge, on Christmas Day everyone. " McGonagall told the teachers after all the decorating.
Ruby shook her head. And everyone agreed.
A tall curly haired girl walked up to Ruby. She smiled at her. "Yes, Annie how can I help ya?" Ruby asked the girl.
"Can you turn our hats into fun holiday hats.?" she asked with a sparkle on her face.
Ruby smiled at her student. "of course!" Annie cheered and went back to her table.
A coral of kids lined up in front Ruby and she transfigured their black wizard hats into something to fit the jolly season. A pointy elf hat with bells around the brim, a couple Santa hats in different colors, and anything the kids could come up with. Ruby made a Ravenclaw student a bubble hat it was a hat that looked like bubbles.
Neville watched Ruby and grinned softly.
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Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve everyone gathered in the great hall and watched Ruby lead a chorus of frogs in a program of Christmas songs & the students loved every minute of it. Clapping, and singing along. She even led them in a hilarious mashup of 12 days of Christmas.
Angus sung along with students from his house. Neville sang along to the ones he knew and Minerva tapped her fingers to the beats of the songs. Ruby grinned to herself it turned out better than she thought.
When she finished everyone stood up and cheered Angus and Neville cheering the loudest and Ruby beaming from ear to ear.
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Christmas Day
Ruby was strutting down the corridor in a sweater that had giant snow flakes on it against a pine green background and red leggings with her robe on top complete with a elf hat of her own that jingled as she walked.
"Happy Christmas Miss Morgan!" A ghost greeted her.
"Happy Christmas, Sir Nicholas."
Ruby turned down the hall and was greeted by the talking goblin outside of the staff room.
"Password?"
"Nativitatis." Ruby told.
The staff room was decorated in lights, a couple of present's wrapped in brightly colored paper were around a tree in the corner, the smell of fresh pine was in the air along with the spread of food from the hogwarts kitchens. And soft cherry music played in the background.
Ruby's eyes got big at all the food on the table. It looked just like the great hall did during feasts. There was a dessert table filled with cookies, a giant cake and a couple of pastries Ruby didnt recognize. She walked up to the table looking at the chocolate covered log dusted with sugar and fruit.
"Does it look ok?" Ruby heard from beside her.
"I dont even know what it is." Ruby told.
"It's a Yule Log, my gran taught me how to make it." Ruby turned to Neville with her mouth wide open.
"Yeah…I know how to bake. It was the only time my gran said I wasn't a disappointment." Neville told.
Ruby's expression softened.
Angus tiptoed over.
"Happy Christmas!" he greeted the two. And they all started talking to another. Soon McGonagall arrived and everyone ate and conversed. Soon it was time to hand out present's. McGonagall handed out everyones to them.
"Ruby is the newest, she gets to go first!" Minerva told grinning at her.
"Go on, dear." Minerva grinned.
Ruby smiled brightly and picked the yellow bag. She eyed Angus with a knowing look on her face. And picked out the tissue paper.
"Aww, Angus!" Ruby held up the tiny sweater it was Hufflepuff colors for her cat Boris.
"This is adorable! Now i've got the set! Thank you."
Next Ruby opened a bag that looked like a wine bottle but when she ripped open the paper it was a glass jar labelled 'Mallow tea' She smiled at Neville.
"I crushed up the MallowSweet into tea leaves. It's really good & you dont need any sweetener in it since it all natural." Neville explained. Ruby smiled again.
"Thank you, Nev." Ruby told sweetly. Angus and Minerva took a sip of their drinks and exchanged looks with each other.
Ruby opened the big thick square next. She gasped.
"Is this?! No way!"
"What is it?"
"Its a refernce book for Charms all in Latin." Ruby told. As she held up the book.
"I found it in Albus's collection in my office. I figured you like it." Minerva said.
"Thanks, Minerva!"
"Now you have to open the onees from me." Ruby told taking a sip of her drink.
She watched as her friends opened the gifts she got for them. Angus got two beer steins shaped like a swooping evil and demiguise. McGonagall got the "defence guide for transfiguration by a famous author."
"How did--" Minerva asked.
"I taught the author when she was a student at Beaubaton, so she sends every new book she writes." Ruby disclosed.
"Brilliant!"
Neville opened his gift and grinned softly.
"Gloves, thanks." He told.
"read the tag."
Neville pulled out the tag and smiled.
"Self-healing…cut resistant, faux leather gloves." Neville read. His ears turned pink.
"Thanks Ru."
Ruby, Angus and Minerva stayed up talking into the night and eating the pieces leftover from the table. Soon it was time for bed.
The three friends all left the party taking their gifts with them and a few cookies off the table. It was a good Holiday indeed.
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Round 2 Schedule and BONUS CHRISTMAS ROUND!
Hello everyone! Round 1 has wrapped up, and we will be entering Round 2 soon! But first, since it's December and not a single Christmas Island song was nominated for this tournament... WE'RE DOIN A BONUS CHRISTMAS ROUND FOR DECEMBER!
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So basically, the songs from Christmas Island and Tis the SeaSon will be going up against each other so we can find out what the best Jimmy Buffett Christmas song is! I randomized the matchups yet again (except for Mele Kalikimaka, the two versions from each album will be going up against each other) and the final matchup should wrap up on Christmas, so afterwards we'll proceed with Round 2 of our regular tournament. :)
Below is the matchups for the Christmas bonus round starting 11/27/23, as well as the schedule for Round 2, which will start in January.
We will also be doing a tiebreaker for Livingston's Gone To Texas and Schoolboy Heart this week!
In the meantime, spread the word! And enjoy!
@tournament-announcer @dailyjimmybuffett
BONUS CHRISTMAS ROUND SCHEDULE:
Round 1 (Starting 11/27/23)
Mele Kalikimaka (Christmas Island) vs Mele Kalikimaka (Tis the SeaSon)
A Sailor's Christmas vs White Christmas
Baby It's Cold outside vs Jingle Bells
Rudolph The Rednosed Reindeer vs Drivin' the Pig (Manejando el Cerdo)
Wonderful Christmastime vs Run Rudolph Run
Up On The Housetop vs Santa Stole Thanksgiving
Christmas Island vs Merry Christmas, Alabama (Never Far From Home)
All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth vs Winter Wonderland
Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree vs What I Didn't Get For Christmas
I'll Be Home For Christmas vs Twelve Days of Christmas (Parrothead Version)
Ho Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Rum vs Jingle Bell Rock
Happy Xmas (War Is Over) vs Christmas In The Caribbean
Round 2 (starting 12/4/23)
TBD vs TBD
TBD vs TBD
TBD vs TBD
TBD vs TBD
TBD vs TBD
TBD vs TBD
Round 3 (starting 12/11/23)
TBD vs TBD
TBD vs TBD
TBD vs TBD
FINALE (starting 12/18/23)
TBD vs TBD vs TBD
Regular Tournament ROUND 2 (starting January!)
Group A:
Peanut Butter Conspiracy vs Beach House On The Moon
Come To The Moon vs I Wish Lunch Could Last Forever
Manana vs Cheeseburger in Paradise
Treat her Like a Lady vs Son of a Son of a Sailor
Brown Eyed Girl vs Little Miss Magic
Changes in Latitudes vs Coast of Marseilles
Life Is Just a Tire Swing vs Havana Daydreaming
Boat Drinks vs Stranded On a Sandbar
Group B:
Grapefruit Juicy Fruit vs The City
I Will Play For Gumbo vs Twelve Volt Man
Lucky Stars vs Frenchman For The Night
Lovely Cruise vs Banana Republics
He Went to Paris vs Tonight I Just Need My Guitar
Stars Fell On Alabama vs Growing Older But Not Up
Fin vs False Echoes
Southern Cross vs Margaritaville
Group C:
Only Time Will Tell vs Changing Channels
Coconut Telegraph vs The Weather Is Here
Burn That Bridge vs Coast of Carolina
Desdemona's Building A Rocket Ship vs Flesh and Bone
We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About vs Fruitcakes
Bring Back The Magic vs Pirate Looks At 40
Knee Deep vs Sail On Sailor
Great Heart vs Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move on.
Group D:
Last Mango In Paris vs Six String Music
Come Monday vs Jolly Mon Sing
I Don't Know And I Don't Care vs Wonder Why We Ever Go Home
Take It Back vs Caribbean Amphibian
TBD
Wings vs Happily Ever After (Every Now and Then)
The Captain and the Kid vs Vampires, Mummies, and the Holy Ghost
Death of an Unpopular Poet vs Railroad Lady
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fitzrove · 4 months
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Happy things (because I've been moping recently and decided to stop akdlödlf)
- A week until the holidays!!!!!!! I get to see my friends at home and my family over the break >:] I also organised cards and have bought novelty chocolates for my family akdldlfl (Germans may think theyre just normal but to me they're funny)
- I have chocolate in my cupboard!!
- So many fun books (not "work" books) waiting to be read over the break 🥹
- I'm going to get Hungarian chimney cake at the xmas market if I have time to go there before I fly home
- I get to fly home and consume blueberry juice on the plane 😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌 my favourite 😭 its almost cringe how much I like it but I'm not ashamed xD
- I get to go to the airport! (I actually kind of like airports, they make me feel like a glamorous international businesswoman and/or adventurer 😭😂)
- My room/apartment (omfg its literally like. the size of my previous room) is clean rn and I changed my sheets<3 cozy
- My internet just got way better since I got a proper router today! Can actually download pdfs bigger than 5 mb now akdlld
- After being in Germany for just 3 months, I'm settled at my cool university, I have a really cool part-time job, and I've made friends in my classes in a way I never did in undergrad 🥹 I've also explored 3 different cities and seen 5 different musical/theatre things!
- My classes are really interesting!!!
- I'm getting a feel for what I want to do after uni. I think going abroad to study was important in showing me that you can go live abroad lol (and within the EU it's not markedly more expensive than moving to a new city within your home country). I think most of the jobs I'm interested in will have me go abroad again... 👀
- I've been exploring and adventuring so much in general during my time here!!
- I got a really nice comment on a fanfic from last year :]
- All my fears about not being able to make it living on my own (incl. being scared of not knowing how to cook) were unfounded. Plus nobody else has to eat what I make so I can make everything the way I like even if it's "weird" 😌 (which mostly means ingredients being separated and most veggies being raw 😭😭 Like I won't put carrots or bell peppers in a sauce or soup or anything, I will just eat them raw on the side of whatever I made. I love cronching on a big fresh red bell pepper while my pasta water is boiling 😭 recommend)
- Nightwish<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3_3
That is to say, it's haaard to light a candle easy to curse the dark instead 🎶🎵 so I'll try not to be hard on myself for moping sometimes. Especially since I have demonstrable mental illness and am somehow winging it/making it through full time study and side employment without medication that I might benefit from pang9dg9kf
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optiwashere · 5 months
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I liked doing this last week, but it will get kinda repetitive in the coming weeks. So I'm not sure if I'll do it often while I'm posting the modern/band AU, but oh well!
It's another Saturday morning in a blanket with new music. Truly all I could ever need to write.
Here's what I've been working on...
Modern/band AU is fit and ready to start posting this upcoming week. Chapter [redacted] is complete, and I'm now far enough ahead that even a few weeks of busy life won't stop a regular posting schedule. And if I keep up writing then I'll be able to post around Xmas without needing a break!
Chapter [redacted+1] has an opening sentence, which is often the hardest part.
The outline for the AU has been modified a little. Combined three chapters into one, split out another chapter into two. Probably lots of consolidation to be done otherwise. There's a weird bit in the outline that's kinda fuzzy, but I'm sure I'll knuckle my way through it since it's not thematically deep. Might even be another chapter consolidation. This fic is definitely going to be longer than the 40k I was hoping it would top out at...
Editing the previous chapters has been a fun exercise in trimming the fat! I still want there to be scenes that are just ~vibes~ but I axed 1k words and the whole thing is cleaner for it.
More Minthara/Lae'zel is in the works, but it's mostly only the skeleton of an idea as I've had to rework it multiple times. I've a little under 1k actually written, and I'm not too convinced of what it is at the moment either. Quite frustrating.
Another seedling of an idea for non-smutty Asheera/Shadowheart fics. But it's really just "Shadowheart meets Asheera's parents" and boy I'm not ready for the mixed emotions Shadowheart's going to feel in that one. You know it's not just going to be fluff.
The Gauntlet/Nightsong segment for my core Shadowheart/Asheera series has a skeleton of an outline now. The POVs have been picked, the core beats are there, and I know it's going to hurt like a motherfucker to write some of this.
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foreverunfound · 4 months
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21-22/30 No Excuse November
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^ That's for everyone who still keeps going with this november thingy - I see u at the finish line lol
I got kinda stuck with all of the work, food-shopping and mundane life rn so Im not posting a lot, but i'm still going.
This week summary (so far):
1/2 yoga sessions,
0/2 gym sessions,
clean eating is not really working perfect this time. I would say 50% good.
Today I've decided to fuck around and find out so I've played some Xmas music at workplace. Well I did find out that one of my mates is not really keen on it as it stopped playing in the middle of one of the appointments planned for today, lol. Was worth it tho.
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Idk how it looks in your living places but here it either rains or is freezing cold all the time lately. I think I'm gonna try hibernation to stay alive actually. Anyone got some piece of advice on surviving rainy winter?
Hope ya'll good xox
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ronsenthal · 3 months
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Christmas tag game!
It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire and celebrate your pocket friends
tagged by @frstcorinthians, @malarkgirlypop and @sweetxvanixlla 💞
Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given?
probably Jeska because that's been given to me on high school but and other than that my grandfather always comes up with a new nickname, if he likes how it sounds and think it's funny then that's my new nickname, this week's nickname is: axolotinha (after the axolotl, tinha= diminutive word in portuguese but it's a term of endearment)
Where are you located?
Brazil
What season is it where you are now?
summer and I hate it so much
Favourite tradition this time of year?
The obcene amounts of good food and alcohol, at xmas eve my grandfather will put on some 70's and 80's music in the background and we'll have a dinner with the closest ones, but in the next day.... oh my!! he always does this big big big barbecue thing (we call it churrasco here) and we invite all of our neighbors to celebrate, it's a madness and I'm his right hand for this operation
Favourite holiday food?
Okay so here its a bit different so I would say garlic bread, home made mayonnaise (it's more like a potato salad idk), panettone, churrasco, some pudding.
Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?
I would burnst into flames of I had a hot drink, around here beer is the way
Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)?
I guess Turkey??? I'm not a big fan of either one tbqh
Would you rather spend the december holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?
give me peace and snow I'm so tired of sun and I hate beaches because it's to hot and noisy, I had enough of beach for at lease 3 lifetimes
Are you pro-snow or anti-snow?
I wish I could shove my head on snow right now
Have you ever built a snowman?
no *sad noises while sad bossa nova plays in the background*
Skiing or snowboarding?
snowboarding seems cooler and I know how to skateboard so I guess I would do just fine
Do you decorate for the holidays?
My grandmother loved it but now we don't even get the xmas tree out of the attic lmao
Favourite holiday movie?
Does Bridget Jones's Diary counts as a holiday movie? I love The Polar Express and Home Alone and I know its not holiday related but my personal tradition is Mamma Mia!
Favourite holiday fanfic?
I can't really remember any if someone has some recs send it on my way please
If you were to star in a hallmark movie, who would be your love interest?
YOUNG HARRISON FORD!!!!!!!!!!! the finest male specimen or Cillian Murphy*barks barks barks*
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no pressure tags: @whollyjoly, @ewipandora, @blurredcolour, @xxluckystrike, @mutantmanifesto, @deputy-buck @samwinchesterslostshoe
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