#holiday season fics

[randomshyperson]

Five Times You Go Through Wanda Maximoff's Window - [HS Challenge]

Summary: A clumsy spider and a grumpy witch are roommates in Avengers Tower. And it takes you five missed windows to finally get things right. [Prompt]

Warning: None, fluff and funny, spider!reader and emo!wanda, avengers being a family, happy ending | Words: 2.937k

A/N-> This was such a funny one to write because I always wanted to try the Five Times Prompt! I hope you guys liked it.

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The first time you missed a window in Avengers Tower, you still didn't know the place properly. 

You had just come out of a fight and your costume was still smoldering. You stumbled between one window and another and thought you had counted the floors correctly when you balanced yourself inside, and almost fell out again when something pushed you.

Your spidey sense acted immediately, of course. It was a disastrous situation, to be honest. You jumped like a frightened animal away from the magical energy of the witch, the true owner of that room and window, while instinctively hitting her right in the face with your webs.

Wanda yelled angrily, and you, hanging from the wall, only had time to fall straight to the floor before she hit you in the chest this time.

Of course, the confusion attracted the attention of the other Avengers - Vision, and Steve appeared just before Nat, the men confused by the whole thing, but the widow, as soon as she saw the younger witch trying to untangle the webs from her face, burst into laughter.

You were blushing a lot when you went to apologize.

"I'm really sorry Wanda, I thought it was my room."

"It's fine." She retorted between her teeth, and it didn't look like it was fine at all. You rubbed your shoulder, the magical blow left your skin sore and Wanda sighed. "Sorry about the hit. I thought it was an intruder."

Natasha interrupted the whole thing with another chuckle, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes that threatened to return every time she looked at Wanda's grumpy expression over the webs. "You two are clearly an example of attention. You've just earned some extra training."

You and Wanda grumbled in unison. Of course, Natasha was just tormenting you and the training was going to happen anyway, because Wanda escaped as many of them as she could and was already getting sloppy, and you well, in the routine of neighborhood friend and university, it was difficult to attend all the Avenger commitments.

Wanda had no trouble hitting you in training, and you almost thought she was doing it with a certain satisfaction. You couldn't blame her, she would certainly have got away with it if it hadn't been for your disastrous encounter earlier.

You just hoped that future interactions between you would be friendlier from then on.

-&-

The second time you missed a window in the Tower, your intention was not to be late.

This was because Natasha had asked - or politely threatened - you to organize your spider routine, if that was possible, and be present at the introduction of the New Avengers.

Well, that was rather unfair. In addition to your full-time job as a New York superhero, you also had college and your job as a Daily Bugle Photographer, so it should be understandable that delays would occur. But maybe that was your fault, for missing three birthdays in a row, and not even making it to Captain America's shield ceremony last month after Steve retired and assigned the job to Sam Wilson.

In any case, you tried to get to the tower for Kate Bishop's introduction to the team and ended up in the wrong room again. 

Only this time it was worse, as you ended up bumping into the owner of the bedroom who certainly wasn't expecting to see anyone.

Wanda didn't fall to the floor with the impact only because you acted quickly and held her by the waist, turning your bodies so that the entire collision was on your back. Half the items in your backpack made a cracking sound behind you, but you didn't have a chance to check.

You were still grunting in pain when she pushed you away, and the action caused her towel to fall to the floor.

"I-I..."

"Don't look, you pervert!" She demanded infuriatedly, her face as red as yours. You turned away immediately, but the bedroom mirror allowed you to see her bending down to pick up the towel and you thought it best to close your eyes tightly.

"I swear to God I didn't mean to-"

"Zip it." She cut in, holding the towel tight against her body. "Out." She ordered, and you didn't need to be told twice.

You stumbled out with your eyes closed until you found the door, and Wanda had to look away and bite her lip to hide her smile for all the times you hit your head on something before leaving.

You didn't find her again until half an hour later when you had already met Kate Bishop and discovered that she would probably be a friend. She was a very funny girl, and your close age made it easy to get friendly with her. 

She had just commented that it was amazing to have another Avenger going to NYU, and how you could go to classes together and have coffee when Wanda reappeared in the room and dropped something in your lap.

You stared wide-eyed at the red spider's underwear, clutching the item as if you expected it to disappear.

"You forgot it in my room." Said the witch with an indecipherable expression, but with eyes sparkling with mischief. Of course, she left out the part about the item falling out of your backpack during the disastrous encounter earlier, and that was enough for Sam to chuckle knowingly with Clint and Natasha from the kitchen counter when they whistled at the comment.

You turned as red as the colored garment. "I dropped it in her room." You tried to clarify in embarrassment, but Clint added.

"Oh, yes, that happens." He taunted, and you huffed in embarrassment as you got up to find your backpack and remove that outfit from their sight. 

You only missed Wanda's satisfied look when Kate didn't invite you to take her to university again and the subject was forgotten.

-&-

The third time was intentional.

The Avengers were going through a very difficult time since the whole Winter Soldier thing became public, and even with Steve retired, Mr. Stark still wanted closure on the murder of his parents with Mr. Barnes. 

It wasn't your business, but at the same time, it was because the Avengers were one big family and anything that happened to one had an impact on the whole team.

The atmosphere was rather miserable because it seemed that everyone was going through heartbreaking situations at the moment. Natasha and the Red Room, Bucky, Tony and Steve's drama, and Kate with her mother's arrest. Then there was Vision and the Space Stone that had been giving him nightmares, and well, Wanda, who was celebrating her first birthday alone since the death of her twin brother.

So the third time was intentional, because you had cupcakes in your backpack that were a bit of a mess, and you only came in after knocking.

Wanda still had to get used to the image of you hanging at that height.

"Hi." She greeted, not hiding her own discontent about that day. You continued to sit on the edge.

"Hey." You said with a small smile, twirling your bag in front of you. " I won't be bothering you, I just came to bring you something."

She grimaced, biting her lip. She wanted to say that you're rarely a nuisance, but instead, she remained silent.

You take out a closed box from your backpack, a little crumpled, but the contents are safe. There are several colorful, well-filled cupcakes from your favorite place in the center. All with little birthday decorations.

"I didn't know your favorite flavor, so I brought you one of each. If you're allergic to anything, we can throw it away." 

Wanda doesn't take the box held out to her. "Hm, I don't... celebrate today." She says clumsily, looking away. You swallow dry, nodding.

"I didn't think so, but I wanted to... I don't even know what I wanted. I'm sorry, that was stupid of me. I'll take these away and leave you alone."

But Wanda grabbed you before you could leave the room, and instead of pulling away, she hugged you. Quickly, as a thank you, but it warmed your cheeks.

"That was sweet of you, okay? Thank you." She murmured just as embarrassed, busying herself with grabbing the box of cupcakes because she didn't know what to do with her hands.

You smiled. "No problem, Wanda." You say, and before you lose your nerve, you add. "To be honest, the cupcakes are just an excuse. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you that I'm here if you need a friend. I know how hard days like these are, and being alone is sometimes not a choice, it's the only option. I wanted you to know that there are people with whom you can share this pain. Or if you don't want to talk about it, these cupcakes."

The next hug is longer and makes you wish you'd missed the window more often, even if this time it was on purpose. Maybe when all the drama has passed, and Wanda trusts you to become friends, the window will stay open for you.

For now, she lets you stay to watch sitcoms with her and grimaces when you stumble out the window to answer a spider's call. 

It's stupidly dangerous, she texts you that afternoon.

You respond with spider and web emojis.

-&-

The fourth time, you were bleeding.

Almost unconscious, and struggling to crawl through the windows. Fearing that the exhaustion and injuries would be enough for your powers to fail, and inevitably cause you to fall from the tower. 

Perhaps it would have been better to take the front door.

You felt yourself losing consciousness, and your right hand detached from the glass. Before gravity could do its job, a familiar prickling sensation covered your entire body and you were pulled into Wanda Maximoff's room.

"What happened?"

She looked worried, almost desperate to be honest. Your appearance was probably not the best. Well, who could blame you? You've just guaranteed New York's safety for a while longer after one of the most intense fights in months. Why do villains dressed as animals always land such hard punches?

You try to smile at Wanda, to make a "You should have seen the other guy" joke, even though Rhino wasn't badly hurt and the victory was more thanks to your new electric friend and his tricks that knocked the big guy out, than to you. Maybe you're losing your grip.

Wanda didn't laugh, her powers put you against the soft cushions and the next thing that left your mouth was a grunt of pain when she touched your ribs.

"I'm gonna call Bruce-"

"No, I'm fine." You tried to move, but your body hated the idea. So did Wanda, because her magic became harder to ignore. "Please, Wands, I shouldn't be out there."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

And you have to ignore the pain to keep talking and try to look casual about it with a shrug that makes you wince. "I was still recovering from the last fight. I thought I could handle it."

"You're unbelievable." She grumbles, seeming to remember beyond her own busy routine, the image of your bandaged arm after the last villain you encountered. Clearly, it had been against the advice of the rest of the team that you had joined another fight, and obviously, the consequence of your stubbornness was swinging yourself utterly wrecked into her window at dawn. "You need an x-ray."

You groan but are unable to resist her magical efforts that force you to your feet and drag you into Bruce's lab.

The whole thing becomes a blur in your injured head. But you know that you've been given a hard time by at least half the team, until the medication kicks in and you feel better enough to realize that you're already lying on a bed, with Wanda Maximoff beside you.

"Sorry about the scare." You mumble, and you don't need to clarify any further for her to understand exactly what you mean. You know you'll probably have to work harder than that to remove your nearly dead figure from her memory, but that's a start.

Wanda doesn't take her eyes off the book but sighs. "It's okay." 

You know that's not true. So you try to be honest with her.

"Today is one year since Aunt May died." You say quietly, just loud enough for the two of you in the Avengers' infirmary room to hear. Wanda immediately raises uncertain eyes. It's your turn to sigh and look away. "I just... couldn't keep myself from doing anything. When Miles' suit warned me about Rhino, it was the perfect distraction."

Wanda absorbs your words for a few seconds until she puts the book aside. She leaves the armchair and approaches the bed to sit down next to you. 

"Next time, ask me to distract you." She says, one of her hands going up to your face and caressing some of your bandages. "We could watch a movie, or go out to eat. Or even..."

But she doesn't finish, her cheeks suddenly reddening. You give her a lopsided smile. "What?"

"I don't know, anything you want." Says the witch, turning her face away. 

Mentally thanking Bruce for the painkillers that allow you to move, you sit up properly to lean toward her. "All right, I have a suggestion." You whisper, and it's the first kiss between you as you break the distance.

Wanda's lips are soft against yours, shy as she never is. Only with this kind of thing, of course. The goth girl who won't let anyone give her a bad look and has a punk attitude all the time, but can't keep her gaze if you wink at her from across the room. And always blushes when you text her that she looks pretty when she's concentrating on the Avengers meetings.

She's the one who separates, although just as breathlessly, she warns: "I'm still mad at you."

You bite back a smile, absorbing for a second the image of her swollen lips and flushed face. "Well, I suppose I should distract you from your anger then." 

She snorts good-naturedly at the statement, but you kiss her before she can comment. The two of you keep smiling throughout.

-&-

The fifth time, it's a new window.

Well, actually it's a whole new place because Wanda Maximoff has left Avengers Tower and moved to suburban New Jersey. And you were late.

The whole team had already helped with the move and left after an afternoon snack at Wanda's new house. For the first time in a long time, New York had no villain after Spidey, and you were stuck in university bureaucracy.

You apologized dozens of times by text message for not being able to help with the move, and in fact, the whole team laughed at the situation. It was just bad luck that you missed such a fun afternoon.

It was late evening when you arrived on the dark balcony. Through the windows, the lower floor was empty and perhaps you had strange habits because you didn't even consider just ringing the bell. One tug of the webs and you were at the second-floor window, tapping on the glass for Wanda to let you in.

"We have a door, you know." It was the first thing she said. And you smiled, slightly distracted by the figure fresh out of the shower, still with damp hair.

"We?"

She scrunched her nose, her hands working to remove your backpack and jacket. "It's just semantics." She retorts, but you keep smiling. You let the jacket fall into the backpack on the floor before sliding your hands around her waist. 

"Oh, of course. For a second I thought you had found a roommate." 

She rolls her eyes bemusedly. "You know the invitation still stands."

You smile, your anxious fingers drawing patterns across the exposed skin at her waist. "Well, Captain Rogers' influence is making me a bit old-fashioned but before I move I'd like to do a few things first."

"Hm, is that right? Like what?"

Shrugging as if your heart wasn't racing in your chest, you retort. "Like... marrying you, for example."

Wanda hesitates, surprised more than anything. She looks at you as if she's trying to decide if it was a joke, but you don't feel her magic in your mind. 

"Do you really mean that?" She asks almost unsurely, and you sigh before letting go. You duck down to pick up your backpack again and reveal the real reason for the extra half hour of your journey from the university.

A little velvet box hidden in the front pocket. 

"I was saving it for our anniversary, but I don't think there's such a thing as the right moment. Every day I'm ready to marry you, and I don't need a dinner party for that." You declare nervously and swallow dryly when you meet your girlfriend's watery eyes. "B-but I can totally ask you next week-"

She breaks into a tearful laugh, pulling you close again. "Shut up, you fool."  She says practically against your lips before kissing you hard.

It's only later in the evening, after you've laughed and kissed and lost yourselves in hours of pleasure exploring each other's bodies, for the first time holding hands with golden rings on your fingers, that you, still breathless with Wanda almost asleep against your chest, ask:

"That means yes, right?"

She uses magic to throw a pillow in your face.

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[magnetothemagnificent]

As we enter the Christian holiday season, just your friendly reminder that "non-Christian character discovers the magic of Christmas" is not a trope you should be writing for a holiday themed fic. Cut that shit out.

[shirozora-draws]

I really, really, really wanted a winter vibes doodle, and also I needed to warm up for the next round of fic illustrations. I see this as a win-win scenario.

And then I kept letting the brain talk me into an entire scenario around the doodle. Whoops.

In conclusion, happy holidays, have a human kid!Grogu riding a long-tailed reindeer.

[harmonictechnicality]

It’s 1998 and Steve Harrington is waiting in line at a local department store’s Black Friday sale. The new gameboy color was just released a few days earlier - he figures it’ll be the perfect Christmas gift for all of his little dweebie friends.

Eddie Munson is standing directly behind Steve in line. He’s waiting to buy a new guitar amp - been saving his tip money for months and still can’t afford one at full price; he desperately needs any discount he can get.

After about the first hour of waiting, Steve notices Eddie mumbling to himself. Counting, then re-counting the money in his wallet. Steve Harrington has never re-counted money in his life. Never had to worry about not having enough. Especially not like this guy.

They spark up a conversation in the third hour of waiting. Steve compliments Eddie’s industrial bar piercing in his left ear. Eddie compliments Steve’s beaded hemp bracelet. Steve explains that his best friend made it for him after their first summer apart from one another.

By the final hour, they’re both tipsy. Eddie brought a thermos of spiked hot chocolate and offers to share it with Steve. Both of them tell stories about their worst hangovers and reminisce about their most memorable Christmas mornings as kids. They’re both buzzing and giggling at the stupidest shit. Buzzing so much that they don’t even comment on the fact that they’re huddled close together under the wool blanket that Steve supplied. Thighs touching. Arms overlapping.

Steve has finally worked up the courage to loop his pinky finger around Eddie’s when the line begins to move. He’s more than a little disappointed, but they both gather their things and enter the store.

Luckily, Steve is able to snag enough gameboys for his entire crew of nerdlings. As he gets in line, he watches Eddie studying the price on the amp he has been saving for. He re-counts his cash once more, before hanging his head and walking away without his item.

Not wasting a goddamn second, Steve jumps out of line and grabs the amp box off the shelf. Eddie looks back at him, shaking his head.

“Hey man, you don’t have to do that.” Eddie pleads with him.

But Steve has never had to worry about not having enough. Not even once.

“I know I don’t have to.” Steve shrugs, lugging all of his items to the checkout counter. “But it’s the season of giving, or whatever hallmark shit they say.”

Eddie protests a few more times, but Steve is adamant on doing this. It feels right.

As they walk out of the store, Eddie digs in his back pocket, pulling out a wrinkled neon flyer.

“You should come see my band next Friday.” Eddie hands the paper to Steve, then motions to the amp. “You know, to see this beauty in action.”

Steve nods. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”

The sun is starting to rise as they both load up their cars. Steve is about to turn the key in the ignition when he acts on his impulses. He runs up to Eddie, who is closing the trunk of his van.

“Here.” Steve grabs Eddie’s wrist and pulls out a black ink pen. He scribbles his phone number there, only legible enough for Eddie to read it.

“Just in case you want to see me before next Friday.”

Steve walks away before he can see Eddie’s reaction, good or bad. He’s brave, but not that brave.

“Hey, Steve!” Eddie calls back.

“Yeah?” Steve takes a deep breath, then turns around. Can’t avoid his reaction now.

"Thank you for this." Eddie winks. "All of this."

He waves his wrist, the one with Steve's phone number sprawled all over it.

"Anytime." Steve answers back. He heads back to his car full of gifts. Smiling the whole ride home.

Eddie calls Steve that Sunday night and they spend their evening just like they had on Black Friday: talking until the sun comes up.

[nczennie]

feels like christmas.

Pairing: Reader x Jaehyun AU: Husband!Jaehyun, Dad!Jaehyun, Domestic, Christmas Genre: Fluff Summary: A short peek into the holiday season with Jaehyun and his family. Also an epilogue for these summer lovers.

"There we go, let's place that one right here." You whisper out, helping the little girl place the cookie dough onto the baking sheet.

She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration before breaking out in a bright smile upon seeing her gingerbread safely among the other Christmas shapes. You wipe some flour from her dark hair that's pulled back, "Can I eat the rest of the dough?" She looks at you expectantly.

"Fa la la la la," You both turn to the entrance of the kitchen seeing your husband enter the room singing along to the Christmas music playing on the radio. Bouncing a small baby in his arms he comes closer to look at the baking.

"Daddy," your daughter says, "These are our cookies for Santa." She points excitedly and he gasps to appease her, "How amazing are these." He hovers behind you both looking at the arrangement of trees, reindeer, and gingerbread. You reach to grab your son from his arms, smiling as he yawns, still warm from his bath and cuddled in his Christmas pajamas. Kissing his forehead and tucking him into your arms as your husband helps your daughter off the counter.

Watching as he places the sheet in the oven, you speak up, "Jaehyun, someone wants to eat the rest of the cookie dough." You nod your head to the little girl who gives him a smile she has learned he cannot refuse.

He laughs, reaching for the counter and pulling a piece of dough before handing it to her, "Here lovie, eat this and then let's get you in the bath so we can get ready for bed before Santa comes."

Only an hour later and you were cuddled into the couch, your son sleeping peacefully on your chest as he suckles on his pacifier. Jaehyun and your daughter sat in front of the fireplace, her cuddled into his lap as he reads from a Christmas book.

In quiet moments like these you think how far your life has come. It seems only yesterday you were a young college student falling in love with Jaehyun over summers.

But it's been many years now, and your summer boy is yours year-round; that summer feeling here to stay for good.

Though at the time you craved that feeling of summer that the boy brought, some things have changed. Since those days Jaehyun and you have married and settled down. A cozy house, a determined 4-year daughter, and curious 4 month old son. Your small family seemed to fit together perfectly.

Since your daughter had been born, you started to crave a different feeling. The peacefulness of winter. The calmness of the holidays with your families. Cozy fires, falling snow, Christmas carols, wrapping presents, making traditions. Seeing how magical your kids find the season.

It seems as though time slows for you around Christmas and your heart swells during this time every year.

"Mommy," You break your trance to see your daughter as approached you on the couch, "It's time to sleep before Santa comes," She states with a yawn and you give her a smile, running your hand over her hair. "Go on, I'll be right there."

She scurries down the hall, her pajama dress flowing around her. "You okay?" Jaehyun asks as he folds the blanket and places it back on the couch. You nod, careful of your son, "Yes, was just thinking." He stands over you, running a hand over your son's hair before doing the same to you, "About what?"

"About how happy I am." You whisper out, "I love you. I love our family. I love doing the holidays with you." He smiles at your confession, leaning to kiss your lips softly, "I love you. I love this." He whispers back before standing straight again.

Your kids would go to bed now and you would get to spend the night in your own secret traditions with Jaehyun. Traditions being parents brought to you. Traditions you wouldn't change for the world.

Then you would awake in the morning to see how excited your daughter was Christmas morning. Basking in the magic through her. You would go to spend the rest of the day with your parents, your brother Johnny, and his own family, and Jaehyun's parents.

You couldn't think of anything more perfect, and your heart felt as warm as the fire.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jaehyun asks, eyes lovingly taking you in. You nod in return, "Yeah, it feels like Christmas."

Copyright © 2023 by nczennie. All rights reserved.

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #25: "Overnight Sensation" by Syntax6

Today’s fic is an “X Files meets police procedure” whodunit with some of the best Diana-induced angst ever written. Set after episodes 6x11-12, “Two Fathers/One Son,” Scully ditches Mulder to join the investigation of a high-profile serial killer case in Boston. Her partner and Diana Fowley soon follow suits, complicating things.

This is one of those holy grail fics that combine a top-notch casefile with great MSR, the type @syntax6 excels at. The fast-paced, action-packed casefile goes all out on elaborate plot puzzles and has a blockbuster scale to it. Syntax6 creates a cast of original characters for the local police force, and portrays Mulder as a brilliant, heroic, and ass-kicking investigator, bringing to life that “golden boy of VCU”, known mainly through hearsay not often seen in action. A must-read.

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🥏 on author's site 🥏 audio version on @audiofanficpod read by @darkesttimelinestuff

length: novel, 88,000+ words season: season 6, 6x11 Two Fathers/One Son pairing(s): M/S UST o RST tags: Casefile, angst, jealousy, rift, holiday, pretend couple, good OCs, Diana Fowley rating: explicit/NC-17

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slash and burn for the wonderful @/forjodssake. Augustine/John, pre-Resurrection. ft. Augustine's mango vape and John's pathetic swag. Rated M.

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Ianthe gives herself a cock, and Corona is increasingly bewildered that she hasn’t been allowed to sit on it yet.

refreshments provided by Anonymous. Rated E. [ART FILL!]

Abigail Pent getting her tits sucked at a conference by Juno Zeta, as she deserves

Ritual of the Unkissed Skull by Raxheim. Harrow Nova; Rated E.

“There’s a benefit, you know. To not being my real cavalier. It means I can do this,” Gideon says, and kisses Harrow.

the soft animal of your body by pussymedes. Camilla/Nona, Rated E.

Nona goes into heat.

Longfics

We have SEVEN works over 15k words of length. Here they are:

Softly Falling, Tumbling Down by @ambiguouswren. Modern AU. Rated T. 28k.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus lived a perfectly fine life running The Anchorite's Archive, her family's bookshop that she inherited. Then a red haired menace entered her life and turned everything she thought she knew upside down.

come, dearest heart by @patiencespardon. HtN AU, Lyctor Palamedes, Rated E. 20k

In Canaan House, Palamedes Sextus unwillingly ascends to Lyctorhood in order to put an end to Cytherea the First's rampage. He's left heartbroken, grieving, and terribly, terribly lonely.

Reasonable Service by duplicitoussluts. Canaan House Era, Rated E. 19k.

Cristabel and Mercy have a disagreement. Mercy decides to make herself free use about it.

Prey by apredatorywasp. Serial killer AU, Rated E. 18k.

Gideon Nav gets kidnapped by serial killer Cytherea. With the help of her faithful sub Loveday, Cytherea tortures Gideon and tries to break her. Meanwhile, Harrow--joined by Camilla, Palamedes, Corona and Ianthe--searches for Gideon.

here is the church, here is the steeple by thewinterstale. Pre-canon. Rated T, 17k.

Pyrrha Dve once helped with a birth and painted a nursery mint green. Before the paint and before the blood, amidst tragic loss and heart-pounding necromantic discoveries, a quiet, saltwater love story was playing itself out in the shallow depths of the Canaan House swimming pool.

Ain't no sunshine when they're gone by Nightworldlove. Modern AU, Rated E, 16k.

Harrow's been on a business trip and Gideon's missed them terribly, turns out the feeling is very much mutual.

run on (for a long time) by @midnightbaguette. Western AU! Rated T. 16k

It's a wild west out there, full of supernatural forces and dangerous outlaws. Under the direst of circumstances, four of the unlikeliest companions must band together to outrun their pasts, and maybe find something new along the way.

Thank you for reading this far and thanks as always to the mods for another year of holiday deliciousness. If this list helped you find cool stuff in the collection, please let the creators know <3

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday

Taggedby @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @devirnis @callmenewbie @hippolotamus @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon. Thank you my dears for tagging me 😘💕

Bit of a longer snippet today. Wrote this the other night (before Christmas) when I had a random burst of writing beans and quickly pumped out 1.5K after a shower. It was unexpected and I wasn’t sure if it flowed or was just delirious ramblings, but I think it’s okay?

It’s from Chapter Six of Rival Firefighters 🚒, which is Eddie’s POV. The whole fic will be probably 10 chapters long and I’m excited to be over the halfway mark! Unfortunately I probably won’t be posting until the whole fic is finished cos my anxiety would flip if I started posting and it wasn’t finished yet 😅

Anyways … here you go …

Eddie’s time at the 118 is drawing to a close with only a few days left until he’s heading back to the 136. The mood at the station has been a bit down, the team already mourning the oncoming loss, Buck especially. Their resident golden retriever has been sulking around with his tail between his legs, throwing Eddie the saddest puppy dog eyes.

The thing is, Eddie loves being at the 118 and working with Buck, Hen, Chim, Bobby and the rest of the team. He wasn’t expecting to form such strong friendships here or find the perfect partner, but the 118 surprised him. Even though he’s not officially one of them, they have accepted him as their own.

When Carla had a family emergency two weeks into Eddie’s time at the 118 and Eddie had to go pick up Chris and bring him back to the station, Bobby had welcomed Chris with a warm smile and immediately begun showing him around. Eddie had tried to apologize, explaining Shannon was out of town so he didn’t know where else to take him and Bobby had simply told him that there, at the station with them, was the right place for him and that Buck had filled Bobby in on the situation as soon as Eddie had left to go pick up Chris. A flood of warmth had threatened to bring Eddie to his knees but he’d managed to remain standing, moving forward to embrace Bobby in a hug that showed just how much the small act of kindness had meant to him.

Eddie feels like he’s being torn away from the start of something special, but he also knew coming in that he wasn’t going to be here forever, it was just a temporary gig. He’s got three more days until he has to say goodbye to them. To Buck.

He knows Buck is going to stay in his life despite Eddie leaving to go back to the 136, but he has to say goodbye to working with him. Yeah they’ll probably see each other from time to time on a call and get to work with each other then, but it won’t be the same. Working side by side with Buck every shift is honestly one of Eddie’s favorite things, which is funny seeing as how once upon a time Eddie dreaded seeing Buck on a call.

Buck is funny, knows a whole bunch of random facts and has the biggest heart of anyone Eddie’s ever met. He’s also a giant dork who manages to get himself into all kinds of trouble, like right now Buck has somehow managed to tangle himself up in one of the hoses while doing an equipment check. Eddie shakes his head in exasperation as he makes his way down the loft to help Buck out before the 6 foot 2 lug breaks something.

No pressure tagging: @watchyourbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @the-likesofus @athenagranted @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz @shitouttabuck @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @jamespearce9-1-1 @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @theotherbuckley @loserdiaz @captain-hen @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @mellaithwen and anyone else who wants to share something 🙂

[randomshyperson]

A Moody Witch Makes a Moody Morning - [HS Challenge]

Summary: A lazy Sunday with a very temperamental witch suddenly turns upside down.

Warnings: Fluff hours, an attempt at comedy, emo!Wanda being jealous and cute. | Words: 756.

General Masterlist | Wattpad | AO3 | Holiday Season Masterlist

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Lazy Sundays were your favorite.

Especially in a routine divided between being a superhero and a university student, with the bonus of a temperamental emo witch girlfriend who much of the time stressed about things that had nothing to do with you but ended up being your fault. 

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Especially when you had Wanda in tender moments like these - almost asleep side by side, just enjoying each other's company in silence. Wanda, focused on a magic book and you playing some of the strange games Pietro bought you for your birthday.

And with the good Maximoff temperament never failing to change, Wanda suddenly pinched your ribs.

"Hey, what was that for?" You mumbled in a confused laugh, pausing the game and looking at your girlfriend pouting.

"I just remembered last week."

Still massaging the site of the pinch, your confused expression increased. "Can you clarify, my love?"

She huffed incredulously, crossing her arms. The long-forgotten book in her lap. "You're such a cynic!" Accused the girl. " I saw you all secretive with that bitch from your classroom, I'm warning you Y/N, if you ever even think about cheating on me, I'll use the whole list of tortures Nathasha taught me-"

"Wanda, for God's sake." You broke into a long laughter, completely surprised by the sudden subject. She huffed angrily, her pout even bigger. "Hey, princess, look at me."

"I hate it when you call me that."

"You do, huh? Then why do you always get flushed?" You challenge back, smiling at her attempt to hide her own blush. 

Wanda refuses to look at you, however, and you sigh before losing getting tired of the drama and leaning towards her. She reacts immediately, her hands on your shoulders to push you away, but the witch forgets about the comforter entwined around your legs from the night before - her own requirement to sleep cuddled up let it be noted - and when she pushes you onto the floor cushions, she is pulled into her own trap with you.

Your reaction is to burst out laughing, of course; but Wanda is torn between mortification and blind rage.

Until she sniffles softly into your collarbone and you stop laughing immediately, one of her hands going to stroke your back.

"Hey, my love, what's wrong?" You ask worriedly.

Wanda hides her face in your neck, and her voice is muffled by your skin as she tearfully retorts: "I'm a jealous mess, you should find someone who isn't completely insane."

"Wanda, don't be so hard on yourself, these situations are always entertaining." You joke, but she bites your skin hard and you grunt loudly. "Ouch!"

The most apologies you get is a hickey in the same place. 

"Are you done?" You ask, not about the affections but about the whole scene. Wanda nods softly, and you kiss the top of her head, tightening your arms around her. 

The cushions are no bed, but they certainly have their unique comfort with the help of the room's fluffy carpet. You're about to fall asleep when Wanda whispers softly.

"My period is late."

You sigh, without opening your eyes. "Good thing I don't have a cock. Not a real one, anyway."

She pinches you again. "You idiot, I'm just trying to say-"

"That you're PMSing, yes, it's obvious. There's no need to keep attacking me."  You grumble, but Wanda snorts angrily, pulling away to sit down. 

"It's amazing how you can't listen to what I'm saying."

You open your eyes in offense, ready to defend yourself to the blushing girl in front of you. Wait, blushing?

"What are you saying?" You ask worriedly, but your girlfriend grows shy, avoiding your gaze. "Wanda." You insist and instead of answering, she suddenly grabs your wrist. "What...?"

Guiding your hand under her oversized shirt is enough of a hint, but it still makes you laugh heartily. "Jesus, woman, you could have just said you wanted to fuck, you don't need all of that!"

Wanda snorts in embarrassment and pushes your hand away. "You know what, I'll take care of it myself." She stands up, ignoring your protests, and definitely using a bit of magic to torment you and cause the comforters to become harder to get out of. That, or maybe just the insinuation of Wanda playing by herself turns you into a complete mess.

"B-but I want to help-"

"You missed your chance. Good morning to you."

"Wanda!" But she slammed the bedroom door in your face. You chuckled in disbelief.

[cha-melodius]

Thanks to @rmd-writes, @indomitable-love, and @three-drink-amy for the tags to share my winter/holiday-themed fics! I'll be reblogging a couple of these that have their own cover art over the coming weeks, but this is a good excuse to collect them all in one place! I have... quite a few, especially after last year lol.

Red, White & Royal Blue

The Spirit of Giving T, 2.3k; Neighbors AU, Henry pisses Alex off by signing up to make enchiladas at their co-op holiday party.

May Your New Years Dreams Come True T, 3.1k; Office AU, Henry and Alex participate in a competition to see who can bring the hottest date to the office NYE party.

The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

You Must Be A Christmas Tree (You Light Up The Room) T, 20k; Roommates AU, Napoleon agrees to be Illya's fake boyfriend for his design house's holiday party.

The Makings of a Perfect Christmastime T, 22k; 1960s non-spy AU, a screwball romantic comedy of errors based on the 1945 movie Christmas in Connecticut.

In the Morse Code of the Brake Lights T, 18k; Modern AU, Napoleon and Illya are strangers who share a rental car across the country (and fall in love) after their flights are canceled, feat. demisexual Illya.

A Home for the Holidays G, 1.3k; Canon-setting, Napoleon and Illya decorate a Christmas tree (well, Napoleon decorates, Illya complains).

Consider the Price to an Elf G, 3.1k; Modern AU, Napoleon looks after his boss's daughter and gets a crush on Illya the mall-Santa photography elf.

Another Christmas Song (This Time I’ll Sing Along) G, 2.8k; Neighbors AU, Napoleon is extremely crabby about carolers and Illya starts serenading him through the wall.

How’s About Cookin’ Something Up With Me? T, 4.3k; Teachers AU, Napoleon helps Illya bake cookies for the annual staff holiday party.

Lokius

Got My Love to Keep Me Warm G, 1.3k; Canon-setting, Loki and Mobius get temporarily stuck at a German Christmas market.

Don We Now Our Gay Apparel G, 1.9k; Office AU, Loki and Mobius flirt at the ugly holiday sweater-themed holiday party.

Cold Light M, 3.7k; Modern AU, Loki & Mobius' lives become inextricably entangled when they meet on a deserted Norwegian road (truly just a winter fic and not a holiday one, but I'm including it anyway).

Not sure who has holiday themed fics who hasn't done this, but tagging @clottedcreamfudge, @dumbpeachjuice, @cricketnationrise, @14carrotghoul, @celaestis1, @welcometololaland, @everwitch-magiks, @myheartalivewrites, @leaves-of-laurelin, @nicijones, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @mirilyawrites, @heytheredeann, and literally anyone else who has written a holiday or winter-themed fic of any kind, please share the love and tag me!

[cingulata]

I've been holding onto this fic for a while, but right now I just wanna put some happiness out there, so here it is:

A Muppet Christmas Carol Private Jam Session fic! With Ye Ole Acoustic Mayhem! And James Shoe!

And, since Muppet Christmas Carol is the last time Lips is seen for 17 years until he reappears for their performance at the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree lighting in 2009, it's about that too.

(Zoot pictured here having no idea what century he's in.)

[shitouttabuck]

wip wednesday

tagged by @transboybuckley and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove <3

hello this is a bit from near the start of my christmas fic (it’s preceded by 600 words of fighting? why have i started a christmas fic with fighting? how festive)

Buck’s been avoiding him for most of this 48-hour. Which is fine, because Eddie’s still pissed about the way he ran back into that house on the verge of a flashover for that little girl’s alarmingly geriatric greyhound, but sucks, because Eddie and Chris are leaving for ten days of Christmas holidays in El Paso tomorrow morning. Without Buck. So every minute Buck about-turns and ducks behind the rig like maybe if he can’t see Eddie, there’s no way Eddie can see his long-ass legs poking out from under, is one less minute Eddie gets to have him this year. Eddie’d kissed him behind the engine, soot-stained and grubby after delivering the skinny dog safely to her owner, before stepping back and shoving him in the chest. “As if Chris doesn’t have enough parental trauma associated with Christmas-time,” he’d hissed. “What the fuck would I have told him?” Buck had scowled back, face one giant smudge of ash when he replied, “Don’t worry, I’d have had plenty of time to heal up before I saw you next year.” And Eddie didn’t know what to say to that, because he asked Buck to come to Texas with them, of course he fucking did, but Buck said no, over and over, because he was going to spend Christmas with Maddie and Chim and Jee. That’s not stopped him from acting incredibly weird about it. Of course I wanna spend the holidays with my sister, Eds, Christmas has always been our thing, he’d say, and in the next breath snipe, yeah, well, it’s not like you could be gone for any longer than you already are. It’s driving Eddie up the fucking wall, because he doesn’t know what Buck wants and all Eddie wants is to make Buck feel happy and loved during a time of year that’s notoriously difficult for people who come from unhappy families, but he can’t do anything unless Buck tells him what’s got his sweet overthinking brain in this miserable tangle.

barely wrote anything new but i DID do some gross real life tasks i’d been putting off which hopefully means now i actually have time for this without the looming guilt of ignoring shit i should be doing! sexy

tagging beloveds @onward--upward @rewritetheending @housewifebuck @try-set-me-on-fire @eddiebabygirldiaz @jeeyuns @athenagranted @anakinfallen @chronicowboy @zahlibeth @buckactuallys @eowon @devirnis

[rmd-writes]

'tis the season

@stereopticons tagged me to share my winter/holiday fics because 'tis the damn season! I love a winter/holiday fic despite the fact that I live in the southern hemisphere and today is 1 December and the temperature hit 35C today 😰

Schitt's Creek

and then one day, everything changed | T | 9.1k | canon divergence

All David wants to do is sign Marcy Brewer on to sell her amazing fudge at Rose Apothecary. Unfortunately for him, her very snippy, business consultant son gets involved. In an effort to win both Marcy and Patrick over, David invites Patrick to spend some time in the store and on a vendor trip. There’s snow forecast for the day of the vendor trip, but it’s Schitt’s Creek and it never snows. Right?

it's just for snow | E | 18.1k | coffee shop / fake dating AU

When David gets a last minute wedding invitation and Stevie refuses to go with him, he needs to find another date - he needs to show his so-called 'friends' (and Sebastien Raine) that he's thriving now. Enter: David's new favourite barista... — aka the coffee shop / fake dating / road trip / snowed in / there was only one bed fic no one asked for

since we've got no place to go | E | 6k | canon compliant

Patrick books a winter weekend away so that he and David can connect.

Red, White & Royal Blue

you're all that i need | M | 3.9k | coffee shop/book store AU

“Alex.” Henry leans against the wall behind the counter with his arms folded, wearing a pale blue cable knit sweater with the sleeves pushed up and navy chinos. Alex wishes he wouldn’t because it only emphasises his forearms.

He crosses his own arms in response. “Henry.”

“Are you actually looking for a book?” Henry asks with a sigh. “Or are you just wasting my staff’s time?”

“That staff member is my sister.”

“I’m well aware,” Henry says drily. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re probably wasting her time. Which book are you looking for?”

“Oh.” Alex grimaces slightly. “I’m not actually–” He exhales. “Hunter is in the coffee shop, so I got the fuck out.”

yours for the afternoon | T | 4.6k | coffee shop / fake dating AU

Henry is quietly minding his own business in his favourite coffee shop, when he’s rudely interrupted by an insufferable man attempting to flirt with him. He’s rescued by none other than Alex – a fellow cafe regular who he’s long admired from a distance – posing as his date.

Snowed In? Snow Problem | E | 7.3k | college AU

Henry and Alex get snowed in at their dorm for the holidays, whatever will they do?

911 Lone Star

Make the Yuletide Gay | M | 19.6k | college / fake dating AU

"I'll be your boyfriend for Christmas."

Carlos stares at him like his brain is struggling to comprehend what TK is offering. It's a shared feeling, given that sometimes TK's brain engages before his filter does, and this is definitely one of those times. There’s no room for regrets, though, and he’s not really sure he regrets making the suggestion.

“TK,” Carlos starts softly. "What you're suggesting is— Well, it's a little crazy but also very generous. I can’t ask you to do that for me. It’s really too much to ask of anyone."

TK gets up off his bed and crouches in front of Carlos, his hands on Carlos’s knees. “Firstly, you're not asking, I’m offering. Secondly, consider it a social experiment, like the ones you learn about in class. Except this one directly involves you and me...as your fake boyfriend. You know, for science." --

Fake boyfriends. For science.

Your Place or Mine? | E | 4.5k | college AU

(the sequel to Make the Yuletide Gay)

From best friends to fake boyfriends to real boyfriends, it’s been an eventful few days for TK and Carlos, but now they’re finally back home and alone.

Whatever will they do?

Tagging @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes @three-drink-amy @everwitch-magiks @indomitable-love @cha-melodius @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @inexplicablymine @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @iboatedhere @reyesstrand @lightningboltreader @indestructibleheart @lilythesilly @maxbegone @mostlyinthemorning and anyone else who wants to play to share their own winter/holiday fics!

[helpwhatsthis]

little lamb- e.m.

based on the on my second idea from this post!

warnings: SMUT!!! little plot, semi-dark eddie, accidental cult leader eddie, cultist activities and discussion, breeding kink, little daddy kink, knife play, horror themes toward the end, it's filthy and horribly written.

eddie wants to listen to the conversation, wants to be able to give his input. he really does, but he’s too lost in the way your hands move in efficise and the harsh tone of your voice. he knows the debate is on star wars, and that it’s you verses mike and lucas while the other five, including himself watch intently. dustin looks highly annoyed, and the other three are just gazing at you amusedly. and eddie? eddie looks absolutely love sick at the way you practically shout at the two freshmen. 

“whatever y/n! you only watch star wars for han anyway. so your opinion is invalid.” lucas states, finally giving up on arguing, knowing he won’t win. he never does, and he’s not nearly as stubborn to do so as mike. 

“that is so not true!” you snap offendedly. gareth smirks, probably recalling the time he went as solo for halloween. 

“oh yeah?” mike chuckles, causing you to ball your fists and dig your nails into your palms. you get a devilish smile on your face, the one everyone knows means you’re about to shut mike down for good. eddie is practically purring as he watches with overwhelming fondness in his eyes. 

“yeah, wheeler. because princess leia is hot too.” 

there it is. 

everyones’ jaws drop in shock, except for eddie who practically howls with laughter at mikes’ face, and dustin who’s staring down at the table. it takes a moment, but soon everyone else is laughing at mike too. 

“god, can you guys please just shut the hell up!” dustin snaps, interrupting eveyones’ laughter. eddie feels anger rising in his chest at the way your face falls. it’s quickly replaced with adoration at the way you become concerned for the younger counterpart that is constantly attached to you at the hip. 

“what’s wrong, dusty?” you ask softly, reaching across the table to pat his shoulder. eddie turns to look at dustin in question, desperately attempting to ignore the way his heart swells at your gentleness. 

“headache.” the boy mumbles, pressing on his temples with middle finger and thumb. 

“aw, hun.” you coo, reaching up to softly run your knuckles over his jaw. the sight has everyone else annoyed, but your parental affection causes eddies’ jeans to get tight. “i’ll be right back, i have some tylenol in my locker.” you asure, well worn converse squeaking as you stand from your seat. 

“thanks, hellfire mom.” dustin huffs. you simply smile at him before rushing out of the cafeteria and down the hall. 

“more like hellfire mommy, right gareth?” mike chuckles once you’re out of earshot. gareths’ face grows warm as he attempts to hide his embarrassment by taking a sip of his drink.

“excuse me?”  eddie growls, glaring daggers at mike. 

“oh- uh, it’s just some joke we made.” mike stammers, trying to shrug it off. eddie tightens his fist and clenches his jaw. 

“then explain it.” he retorts, noticing the panic in mikes’ eyes. he breaks eye contact nervously, looking to lucas and jeff for help. gareth is still hiding behind his can of coke. 

“it’s- it’s just something stupid we said the other day when we were talking about y/n-” lucas interjects. 

“and what sort of things do you say about her when she’s not there?” they all know eddie is testing them. it’s like the anger is wafting off of him in droves. jeff is about to brush it off when dustin speaks. 

“god, you have no idea! they’re disgusting.” dustin tells eddie, who takes care to show he’s actively listening to dustin; but it’s so difficult when all he wants to do is rip the other boys apart. 

“all of them?” he asks dustin, voice feigning innocence. when dustin nods, the way eddie slowly turns his gaze back down the table has everyone terrified. 

luckily for eddie, he had all week to plan the most sadistic campaign he could think of, and it was all paying off now. 

“no! he’s the traitor?” dustin yells, close to the brink of tears. gareth is hiding his head in his hands, lucas gripping the table to keep himself from panicking, mike is attempting to argue with eddie, jeff is hyperventilating, and you? you’re sitting in dead silence, staring blankly at the small figure eddie has placed on the table. you look horrified, and he’s eating it up. 

“he- he can’t be! we told him everything! we trusted him! princess y/n slept with him for gods’ sake!” mike shouts, voice somewhere close to unhinged. 

“which leads me to my next order of business.” eddie grins, leaning forward, fists holding up his chin and elbows on his armrests. “princess y/n-” he hums, pulling your attention away from the table. “i’m afraid it’s time you roll for pregnancy.” he grins slyly. your jaw drops, eyes pleading and shocked. 

“eddie, please don’t make me do this.” you whine. he wants to give in, and typically he would, but not tonight. tonight he’s going to show everyone just how goddamn serious he can get. he doesn’t answer, instead opting for more theatrics. he stalks slowly behind you, crouching down to whisper in your ear. 

“give me your hand, sweetheart.” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, feeling the way you shiver; which puts a smirk on his face. you timidly move your hand out, showing him your cupped palm. he drops the d-twenty into your grasp. 

“eds-” you plead softly.

“there’s nothing to be nervous about, little lamb. it’s just a game.” he promises, pressing a small kiss to your temple. 

with a deep breath, you roll the dice across the table. your eyes snap shut, not wanting to see the result, which just causes eddies’ smile to widen. he can’t help but think how adorable you look like this, the embarrassment finally catching up. 

this would do it, finally. campaign after campaign he’s had to sit, watching as the boys convince you to seduce characters, all just so they could hear the words that border on filthy leave your lips. 

“holy shit-” gareths’ gasp pulls him from his blissed daze. 

“a perfect twenty-” dustin says in bewilderment. eddies’ smile grows malicious, the way your shoulders sink only adding to his power trip. this would show you and these children that he’s the only person who should be hearing you say those words. 

“i think that’s a good place to call it quits. princess y/n is pregnant with a traitors’ baby, wheeler hanging on for his life, lucas wounded, and gareth three hits from death. should be interesting.” 

it had been nearly fifteen minutes of everyone fruitlessly trying to convince eddie to keep going. eddie sent dustin home with gareth, which made him feel a little bad. the two of you always took dustin for milkshakes after hellfire. what made him feel even worse though is that you had grown oddly quiet while helping him clean up. 

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he finally asks, wrapping his arms around you. 

“i feel dumb, i tried to be funny and now it’s put the party in jeopardy.” the way you say it so sadly has his heart melting. the idea that you care so much is the cutest thing he thinks he’s ever seen. 

“don’t worry, y/n. c’mon-” he whispers, grabbing your hand to tug you toward the door, “i have a surprise for you.” he beams, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. 

you don’t question him, simply following closely behind him in the darkness. you can barely see an inch in front of your face, the forest cover working to block out any moonlight. with anyone else you’d be terrified, but you grasp eddies’ hand and let him lead you like a shepherd to a lamb; but if you’re a lamb, eddie is the big bad wolf, waiting to rip you apart. 

when he finally stops the two of you, you can see a black sheet pinned up to two trees, obscuring the light flickering behind it. 

“eds, what is this?” you ask softly, looking up at him. he’s staring at you, something pensive and contemplative on his face. he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks. 

“i am about to make your biggest d&d regret a reality. if you truly don’t want this, now is your last chance to say so.” 

your eyes get wide, a small gasp leaving your lips. how long had you wanted eddie like this? you had no idea, probably since day one. you give a small nod, but he only shakes his head. 

“i need words, doll.” he presses. you take one of his hands from your face and slowly guide it to the plush part of your tummy. 

“please eddie-” you whimper and he groans. his touch becomes immediately more rough, one hand holding your hip while the other grips your chin. his lips press shortly to yours, causing you to whine when he pulls back all too soon. 

“i want you to get undressed, and wait in the center for me.” he informs you, finally pulling back the sheet to show you a large circle of candles. he can see the surprise on your face, chuckling lightly. “i figured-” he muses, “everyone calls hellfire a cult, so some cultist activities are long overdue.” 

you don’t waste time, immediately following his orders and stripping down. when you’re finally naked, insecurity sinks in at the way eddie doesn’t take his eyes off you. you take a deep breath and begin walking into the large halo of light, but he catches your wrist. 

“arms out.” he demands, pulling a set of handcuffs from the waist of his jeans. you’re momentarily taken back, but it’s eddie. you trust eddie, even if you shouldn’t sometimes. you let him click the metal in place around your wrists. he gives an experimental tug, testing the restraints before urging you to move. when your thighs begin to move together, you can feel the wetness starting to run down them, and it finally makes you notice the heat in the pit of your stomach. 

you stumble shyly to the middle of the circle, legs wobbly with anticipation, and maybe even shock. this sure as hell wasn’t what you were expecting when you’d woken up for school this morning. you finally sit on your knees, pine needles and leaves poking at your skin. your hands are folded in your lap, waiting patiently for his next order. 

“lay back and close your eyes.” he instructs, you can barely see him standing outside the rays of golden light. you lay down on your back, legs extending as you attempt to make yourself comfortable on the cold ground. your bound hands rest just under your breasts as you give an anxious sigh. “keep them closed.” he demands. you can hear him stepping closer, the sound of leaves crunching mixes with the shuffling of fabric. 

it takes everything in you not to look up at him when he finally straddles you, setting himself to rest on your thighs. his weight on top of you is comfortable, helping to ease your nerves, until you feel it. the cold bite of metal poking at your chin. 

your eyes shoot open, looking down to see the tip of his switchblade, oh so close to breaking the soft skin where your neck begins to slope. you look back up at him with horrified eyes, making him chuckle softly. 

“my sweet girl. you talk a big game with all that fake confidence, if only those boys could see you right now- all at my mercy.” he smirks, beginning to move the blade slowly down your neck. if he pressed any harder, it’d open the flesh of your juggler before you’d even know it. the thought of it causes you to throb, whining at the ache between your legs. 

“y’know, cult leaders normally have a chosen one. some cute little thing they keep on their arm, that they’d do anything for, because that person would earn it.” he hums, continuing to trail the blade downward, now nearly between your tits. “they earn it in blood,” he gits, pressing down just enough to leave a small slit on your skin. you can’t feel the pain of it; it’s completely shadowed by the one in your abdomen, the one that keeps growing worse by the second. 

he’s quiet for a few moments, taking his time to admire the necklace he’d given you after helping you draw your d&d character for the first time. the black moon charm resting between your breast, the smallest trickle of blood running toward it has him groaning. 

“they also earn it in babies.” he murmurs, pulling the blade away from your skin. he flips it, nearly expertly, so that he’s holding the blade. he moves back, sitting on his knees and opening your thighs. he moans at the sight, your slick creating a small string from one thigh to another. the way you clench around nothing when the cold air hits your cunt making his cock twitch. 

“i’ve been giving you everything you ask for, since day fucking one, so now it’s your turn.” he begins to move the handle of the switchblade toward your center. 

“wait, eddie-” you whimper, cuffed hands reaching out for him. 

“i know baby.” he smiles darkly, “you had your chance to make your first time sweet and gentle, but you decided to be a show off. so now we do it my way.” he concludes, not giving you time to speak before he shoves the handle into you. 

you give a sharp cry, head falling back and breathing becoming impossibly heavier. he grins, content hum leaving his throat as he starts to pump the object in and out of your heat. the sounds of your small cries and the wet sounds of your walls pulling the handle back in after every thrust is driving him up the wall. he brings thumb up to circle your clit, and the wounded cry you release makes him throb against his stomach. 

“eds, it think i’m about to-” you warn him; he only nods. 

“i know, you’re doing so well. how about you cum for me, little lamb?” he urges. as soon as the words leave his  mouth, the pressure in your tummy releases. you practically scream, fists balling against your chest and back arching your hips in his direction. 

when you come down, you're crying out and making grabby hands for him. the sight makes his chest hurt; you look so fucked out and so damn cute. 

“i’ll be right back.” he mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before disappearing from your line of vision. when he reappears, he’s got one of the burning red candles in his hand. he places the free one in yours, letting you hold it tightly.  “hold on tight, babygirl.” he warns. 

you hiss when the hot wax splashes onto your pebbled nipple. how can something hurt and feel so fucking good at the same time? he takes his time, making intricate little trails of wax dots that go all over your chest and stomach. 

“i- i need you!” you finally whimper, no longer able to ignore the ache that returned embarrassingly fast. 

“you that eager to get my baby inside you?” he asks sarcastically. all you can do is moan and nod rapidly in response. 

he makes quick work of positioning himself between your legs, hands coming to rest on the ground beside your head. you instinctively hook your knees over his hips, making him smirk. you reach up with a whine, wanting to hold him and put your hands in his hair. he takes the chain of the cuffs in his mouth, giving you a little more reach to complete the action. 

“you ready, babydoll?” he breathes, hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

"please, eddie. please." you sob, gripping the hair rooted above his ears. it's all you can reach with the cuff. 

he grins around the chain, ignoring the sharp taste and pain and he bites hard to the metal and tugs. you whine out at the strain of your limbs, but you're still pliant in his hold. 

"then let me give it to you, angel." he growls between teeth and linked metal. before you can think, can ground yourself from the rasp of his words; he slams into your cunt. hard. 

“eds!” you scream, tears springing up in your eyes as he ruthlessly rocks his hips into yours. it’s all so much, happening so fast. the way his dick, long and much thicker than you ever imagined when you laid alone in bed at night; or hell- even when you were with other guys. not that you’d ever gotten this far with them, they were never eddie. the way the twigs and dried leaves poke at your heated skin. the way the light of the candles flickers before your clamped eyelids. 

it’s nearly disorienting, all of it happening at once in the quiet woods. nearly too quiet, and if you were thinking straight it would probably make you a little unnerved. “y’know, i think we need a name a little stronger than that.” he huffs, words strained with the exertion of his near-violent thrusts. he drops the chain from between his lips, smiling devilishly down at your fucked out expression. you’re looking up at him with pure adoration, and he wonders if you even know how desperate and loving your gaze is. 

“i mean, i am your leader.” he states offhandedly, “and your soon-to-be baby daddy.” he snickers as the words make you groan, low if your chest and hips rocking into his movement.  “got any ideas, little lamb?” you clench around him, making it nearly impossible to keep up his pace. “call me what you want, so i can make you scream it.” 

he can practically see the gears turning behind yours eyes, and he moves to suck on the soft, hot, raised line he traced on your jugular. Instead of giving him an answer, you only moan louder. “c’mon, babe. don’t make me wait.” he grits, biting down hard on your neck, soft tip brushing your cervix and making you scream. 

“daddy!” your voice is shrill and choked, but the word makes him feral. 

“that’s it, be daddy’s good little lamb and take his baby.” he smirks, leaning up to press his lips to yours. 

as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re sobbing. your ankles lock around the swell of his ass, holding him inside while you wither around him. your neediness, mixed with the small cries that can’t be deciphered between ‘daddydaddydaddy-’ and ‘eddieeddieeddie-’ make him let go with you. 

you both lie there, panting and holding each other while warmth of eddie's releases makes its home inside you. “did so good babe.” he hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. 

the snapping of wood makes both of you pull your gazes apart. “what was that?” you ask softly, still cuffed hands holding his cheeks. he looks out into the dark abyss of the nighttime forest. another snap, this one much closer and far louder. “eds?” you breath, and the shakiness of your voice breaks his heart. 

“i think we should go-” he moves to pull you up, but a harsh gust of wind rips through the trees and blows out the dancing light of the flames surrounding you. suddenly, you’re both scrambling to undo the cuffs and shuffle your clothes back on. 

just as eddie slides his foot home in his shoe, you reach out and grab his hand. “do you hear that?” you whisper. the sound of heavy breathing fills the dark void around you. for the first time tonight, it’s not either of yours. 

“let’s go.��� he breathes, squeezing you hand and turning to rush out of the woods with you. 

the moment you turn your backs, the most horrific, inhuman, grutal scream breaks the silence. 

you both take off in a sprint, hands never leaving one another, even as eddie shoves you over the console and into the passenger seat, even as he speeds down the road fast enough to get arrested, not even when he pushes you into the door of his trailer. he uses his free hand to lock the deadbolt, finally letting go as rests his head against the pane of diamond shaped glass that looks out into his yard. 

you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, burying your face into his shoulder blades. it’s almost like he can feel it, and dull throb coming from the soft part of your tummy and thumping against his back. 

he knows it took, no time or test required. he knows. 

a month later, neither of you know what happened that night. 

he rubs soft circles on your scalp, trying to sooth your post-throw up panting. even for only being a month in, it’s hitting you hard.

he’d convinced himself it was a fox or a coyote; but now, as he listens to you cry about how tired you are- he knows he’s never going to make stupid fucking jokes about being a cult leader again. ever. even if it gets him what he wants.

[fractalkiss]

if fernando gets deaged back to 25 in AM in the middle of the season, it's over for him and lance. not only does lance dislike the fernando that just got his 2nd wdc title and is the weirdest motherfucker ever, lance still wants to suck his face and dick so bad (he still hasn't done that yet, somehow, at this point). fernando is in that weird transition of haha yes! first place is the only place ever for me! he has never yet known the meaning of camaderie in motorsports has never yet known what it's like to flop so hard at another kind of race, and hasn't yet gone through a divorce and hasn't narrowly lost a championship yet while with a team he wanted to win with the added prestige of its name. but he hasn't yet experienced full-on mind games and email warfare with ron dennis yet either and has never been electrocuted by mchonda. so he doesn't actively dismiss and brush off lance being nice to him either. lance is like mildly annoyed at this fernando but being SO NICE about it, of course; fernando's english is a bit more stilted than lance has known it to be and he'll give fernando the benefit of the doubt every time he says something rude while lance is keeping him company in the hotel room and trying to figure out how to age him back. lance flirts with him all the same batting his eyelashes and fernando thinks it's a scare tactic. somehow, he lets lance jerk him off once to prove something. then they try blowjobs -- fernando's just thinking about all the girls he slept with when he won his first title and was busy partying for 2 months -- joke's on him, he can barely remember anything while lance is sucking his dick. whatever. it's a weird experience for him, and it is for lance too but lance is like, so happy, that he gets to do this, weird deaging aside. he just wants to make fernando feel good. fernando does not feel good after, in fact, he tells lance to get out of his hotel room right after. he gets deaged back the next morning while lance is pacing outside his room and lance is so relieved. everything is fine and 42-yr-old fernando would prefer they never ever bring it up again. he's having a crisis over his sexuality now.