#please repost with credit i didnt have time to put my name on all of these i have to leave for work in like 5 minutes lol

[mitwodlemi]

(Spoilers for seasons 1-2 of TMA) HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!

I got hyperfixated on The Magnus Archives back in November and now I can finally post some fanart for it! Here's my season 1 and 2 dump. I have much more stuff for the later seasons, which I will be posting soon hopefully.

Enjoy my drawings of the Eye's special little boy!!!!!

[mnoa]

bitter ending (venti & reader)

!! DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDIT !!

notes: venti & reader angst! This may not completely follow the main and current story of Genshin Impact. venti mIGHTT be ooc. also contains swearing. contains: mentions of blood and violence ! read with caution •–––––––––––-----------•

"{Name}! Where are you?!" shouted Venti, desperately searching the fallen debris, blood, and chaos for them.

"V-Venti!" exclaimed {name}, who attempted to stand but failed.

Venti was drawn to the voice. { Name} was soon discovered on the ground, badly injured.

"{Name}!" he exclaimed again, this time in amazement and terror.

A recent war occurred, wounding or even murdering many troops, knights, and other individuals.

Venti was a celestial figure. He had an advantage over the humans even if he wasn't the strongest of the seven.  On the other hand, {Name} had a vision. They, like the traveler, utilized it to assist others when they were in need.

Bad luck hit them during the war, causing them to fight poorly and injure themselves significantly.

"W-What happened? Are you okay?" Venti asked, concerned and sick.

"I'm fine.. I just need to rest," {Name} said as they tried to sit down. Venti realized how difficult it was for them to sit up straight and offered to help.

Every wound on {name}'s body was dripping with blood. Venti felt sure they weren't as fine as they said.

Venti finally opened his mouth to speak after a few moments of silence.

"You look so hurt, come on! I'll walk you to the station so you can get healed!" cried Venti. He couldn't bear the thought of losing such a great warrior, let alone a great friend.

"No, no, Venti, I'm alright; in fact, I don't think I want healing any more…" {name} put their arms behind their back, trying to maintain balance.

"W-What do you mean?" Venti's eyes widened.

Venti has a soft heart. He would crumble and cry at the slightest pain. It's not a problem; it's just a piece of information.

"I don't want to go any further," {name} said, looking down at the vision in front of them, in between their legs.

Venti was drawn to their gaze. He had picked up on the message they were trying to send as soon as he cast his eyes on their vision.

Venti shouted, "No! Absolutely not!". "How could they have thought of this!" he wondered.

"Look at me," {name} groaned, "broken, tired, and nearly dead. I wonder what I did to deserve to live."

"Don't say that!" The tears began to flow uncontrollably.

"Venti.." {name} started.

"Y-Yeah?" Venti stuttered out.

"Remember the promise that you said you'd do anything for me?" {name} looked into his green eyes, filled with tears.

"Yes.." He trailed off.

"Can you,,, kill me? Finish me off in one blow." {name} offered.

"It would give you more closure of what happens to me in the end." They continued.

"But then I'd blame myself for the rest of my long fucking life!" Venti's feelings felt and were a storm. Uncontrollable.

"Please, Venti. I just want to end it all. I can't take it anymore." {name}'s tears flowing down like a waterfall.

"But-!" Venti tried to speak, but immediately got cut off.

"Venti, it hurts. It hurts to live. And I thought you knew it, knowing how long you've lived. It may not hurt you, but it hurts me. I feel sick seeing where and what I am. You always want “whats best for me“. Do you know me that well? Please, just kill me. I don't know whats there for me anymore." {name} looked down.

Venti looked at {name}. He couldn't believe what had just come out of their mouth. "Did they really think like this?" "Why wasn't I there for them?". His thoughts got overwhelming. But, he didn't have time to blame himself for things he never knew was happening.

"If... If that's what you want, {name}.." He couldn't believe they were agreeing to this. No matter how much he didn't want to do it, he had to fulfill his promise.

End !

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ok yall! this is part one of this venti story. at the beginning i started with a somewhat "formal" writing style. but i didnt like it so i just used my normal one. i do suck at writing so like iM SORRY NSKFGDJ. i was on vacay for quite some time so here i am w some food! u can req if u guys want since i have no ideas rn 😕😕. ill see if i can do a pt 2 for this. anyway... THANK YOU FOR READING <33333

[dcroar-x]

Hey so I found this really cool artist on instagram I want to tell you about. Her name is Fatima K and her @ on instagram is @ krantzillustrations. Her art is cool as FUCK. Instead of just posing the piece like most of us usually would, shes posts sections so when you go onto her profile it's even bigger. I'm not gonna share all of her art cause I want yall to go check her out but heres some of my favorites.

Then as you can see she posts the picture above it so you can see it like that.

Shes an artist of color and it's very important to support POC but like I'm not joking shes one of my new favorite artists. I REALLY want yall to check her out. She sells prints of her works and she has commissions open!!!! I don't have the money to commission her at this time but you guys DEFINITELY should if you can. Her art is amazing. In her bio I didnt see any other social media mentioned and I didnt want to dm her if I'm not gonna buy from her so if she does have other social media PLEASE let me know. Also yes I purposely linked her account like 5 times because I really want yall to go look at her artwork and so I can make sure yall see it.

Once again, heres the link to her account

(Also she said in her bio reposts are okay as long as it's with credit which is why I was okay with putting those pictures)

[jjuuppiter]

life updates, a story about anxiety attacks, cat tower, sketches

since this tumblr is also my blog i will actually write about my life for once. my gemini needs to overshare is tingling right now hahaha but i can see myself the next morning being too afraid to open tumblr because i said some dumb stuffs that will embarrass me.

anyway it’s kinda long so i’ll put a keep reading here so you dont need to see my long ranting about my life in your timeline haha

oh someone edited the parody i made! that’s something new. no one ever reposted or edited my stuff before so i never thought my stuff are worth reposted/edited. it irked me that they put watermark on the video with my parody on it (can’t they like put my name too on the watermark? hahaha) but dealing with it and starting a commotion asking to be credited on the video too is such a work T_T they did put my twitter handle name on the post description tho so... i’ll let it slide i guess. tbh im okay if you wanted to edit/repost/use my work but please let me know haha (also huge thanks to anon and two other people on twitter for letting me know)

okay back to personal life report... covid is still happening (and worsening) here, im still working from home, havent been outside since march, okay well i did go out but the amount can be count with one hand. since wfh ive been healthier, commuting to work everyday (it took 1,5-2hours), work related problems, personal life problems really stressed me out before and i guess little by little it fucked up my body. i remember for the first time in my life getting an anxiety attack while waiting in line for the bus home, okay i dont know for sure it's an anxiety attack but i was spinning, out of breath, feeling like i was going to faint. so i decided to order a taxi bike (it's faster!) and on the ride i kept holding on the helmet so it didnt fully cover my neck cos the feel of the helmet squeezing my head made me feel like im gonna faint, thankfully arrived safely at home and literally flopped down on the floor after my mom opened the door. it was so weird. the next day i told my coworker and they told me it was an anxiety attack and told me to try hypnotherapy? so i guess it really is a mental thing? but never thought it can affect my body like that... im good now since being at home means i can manage my stress better

and after 6 months of wfh i finally bought some expensive stuffs to help me work like a monitor (it can be rotated 180 deg! i really wanted this kind of monitor the first time i saw it at the office!) and a chair massager. i dont really like spending my money honestly so it was an achievement to buy these stuffs. in college i was really into the minimalist lifestyle and learned that if you wanna buy something, delay it for 2 weeks and if you still want to buy it after that you can buy it but if you forget about it then you dont need to buy it. i guess that trick sticks with me even after my minimalist phase had pass. i also bought a cat tower for my cat!! she was super afraid of it the first time (weird), but i forced her to sit on top of it and brushed her so she will get use to it faster, and now every time i come into her room (yes she has her own room cos my mom is kinda a clean freak) she'll jump on the tower, it's really cute ❤️

my real life work is kinda monotonous but falling in love for the second time with miraculous ladybug is such a gift (for my right brain and my mental health). it got me back into drawing streak! before this i didnt even know that ml have terms like lovesquare, marichat, adrienette, ladrien, ladynoir. i only know adrien x marinette🙈 i love ladybug and chat too but i want them to end up together as adrien and marinette. but knowing there’s marichat trope changed my life and how i viewed these two. also all of the wonderful fanfics! every one say thank you fanfic authors!

anyway some of my real life friend asked me about what i did at home, i told them i usually draw and they asked me what kind of stuff that i draw and if they can see them. lol im sorry friends you cant, im not going to out myself as a sappy hopeless romantic okay. if you knew me in real life, i was that type of person who "what the fuck is this. really in front of my face? *pukes*" when i see real life pda. so im worried that if they see im this sappy they might think i wanna be in relationship or something. some of my real life friends dont understand shipping or fandom so they might not understand that everything that i draw does not describe what i want for myself. i told them to find my art account themselves and gave them a hint that my acc name is one of the planets (but they never guess jupiter lol it’s the biggest planet cmon, okay but that’s not why i picked jupiter as my online nickname)

these past week ive been slowly reading this fanfic called the rejects club by Mikauzoran and it's so so so gooodddd and i dont want it to end so i read them super sloooowww. i love reading the author's note about their life too haha. anyway this is one of the bazillion part that i like from the fic

“So, you’re saying that I only get a hug if I almost die?” Chat hums sadly, laying it on a little thick. “You’re going to make me do desperate things, Princess.”

it's marichat adrienette centric and mari has this rivalvy feeling with her alter ego (which is something ive been wantingggggg to read and explore, mari being eclipsed by ladybug even tho it's also her) so because of it i keep sketching marichats lately haha (+ old adrientte sketch that i post on twitter). these are the cleanest sketches i have and they still look super messy haha

this was a post about my life but as usual i cant not sprinkle some mlb stuff hahaha. anyway im trying to avoid any mlb salt because it affects the way i enjoy the show. it happened to me before for another shipping fandom, i was exposed to too much salt and ended up falling out of love. i still like the ship but i just cant enjoy them as intensely as before since it tires me out and im really afraid it'll happen again 😖

im off to bed~ im living in the UTC+07:00 zone so bonne nuit everyone~

[flamehairedwritings]

Cups

Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader

Words: 1,661

Rating: M, 16+ ONLY

A/N: Hello! Welcome to Christmas Drabbles 2018! For the next seven days I’ll be posting a drabble every dang day with a festive theme. I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

Summary: Based on the prompt ‘Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party’, by @alloftheprompts

MASTERLIST

CHRISTMAS DRABBLES 2018 MASTERLIST

Please don’t copy, steal or repost my work; credit does not count.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Oh, here we go.

“Excuse me?”

Arching an eyebrow, you place your hands on your hips as you turn to the source of the gruff voice.

Chief Jim Hopper looks at you incredulously, his hands also on his hips.

“What. The hell. Are you doing?” he repeats in that slow way that immediately makes you feel like a complete idiot.

Clenching your jaw, you raise your eyebrows. “What does it look like, Chief Hopper?”

“It looks like you’re hangin’ tinsel on the holding cells.”

“Oh, so your eyes do work.”

You turn back to your task, a hint of a smug smirk on your lips as you hear him exhale a long breath. You were always able to push your luck because what could he do? Fire you? Yeah, well, maybe, but on what grounds? Stating the truth?

Just try me, Hopper.

You were always just that little step ahead, and he hated it.

“You can’t hang tinsel on the holding cells.”

“Do please tell me why.”

You can practically hear his teeth grinding together. “That’s where we keep suspected or confirmed criminals. We can’t have it lookin’... Jolly.”

“Yes, we can.” You finish sticking two ends of tinsel together and step down from the chair.

And you leave your response at that.

Turning away from him, you move back to the box of decorations, rummaging through it for the multi-coloured lights you’d seen and fallen in love with earlier. Finding them, horrendously tangled, you thrust them in Hopper’s direction, not looking at him.

“Do something useful and untangle these.”

You hear that deep, irritating sigh of exasperation as he takes them and sits down heavily in the nearest chair, getting to work as he mutters under his breath.

If only he’d known Flo had also picked you to decorate the Station. He would have stayed right the hell away. Maybe even gone across to another state. Taken a whole damn week off so he didn’t have to see or think about you.

What he wouldn’t give for one day of relief.

“Come on, honey, come and dance.”

Smiling widely at Flo, you shake your head, your bell earrings tinkling with the motion. “No, I’m all right, thank you, Flo. Maybe after I’ve had a few more of these.” You raise your cup a little. “Then I’ll be able to dance like, oh, what did our delightful chief call it last year... A newborn foal with roller-skates on.” 

Flo tuts as she moves closer to your side. “Like he can dance any better. Oh, no, I mean, you are a good dancer, honey,” she swiftly continues when you arch an eyebrow. “Oh, you know what I mean. Oh, if only you two would get along, you have so much in common.”

You snort, raising your cup to your lips. “Yeah, well, he should apologise.”

“Can’t you just let it go and shake hands?”

“I’m not that big a person, Flo.”

It had been three years since you’d started. Three years since The Incident. Since... Since he’d... What had he said again... Urgh, you can’t remember the specifics but it was something incredibly patronising and you hadn’t just let it slide and it had snowballed from there and here you are today.

Staring across the office floor at him.

Your skin prickling in that way it always does when he’s near.

Your heart beating just that little bit faster.

Unable to stop staring at him.

“‘nother beer, Chief?”

Hopper lifts his gaze from his nearly empty bottle to the one Powell holds out to him.

“Yeah, thanks.” Setting the one in his hand down on the table, he accepts the fresh bottle, raising it to his lips for a sip. 

Powell stands at his side, gazing out at the cramped dance floor you had somehow made the space for, desks and chairs shoved aside.

“Hey, didn’t she wear that dress at the Thanksgiving party?”

Calvin Powell looks to his chief, then to you, then back to Hopper. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”

“Dunno, just...” Hopper shrugs, lifting the bottle to his lips again as he mumbles, “Make an effort, you know.”

Powell raises his eyebrows. “Says the guy who wears the same shirt to everything.”

“Yeah, but, you know... Women,” Hop finishes weakly, wincing slightly in instant regret.

Powell’s eyebrows rise even higher. “’Women’?”

Apparently relenting to the fact he has to commit to the words that somehow came out of his mouth, Hopper clears his throat and shrugs. “Yeah... Women.”

His officer stares at him. “Uh-huh. Women... Mystifying, aren’t they?”

“Mhm.”

“Annoying when you can’t figure ‘em out, isn’t it?” He watches Hopper stare at you, watching you converse with Flo.

“Mhm.”

“And it’s even more annoying when you wanna go over there, ask ‘em if you can get ‘em a drink and apologise for being a damn idiot all the time.”

“Mhm─” Hopper’s gaze flicks over to him, his eyes narrowing.

Powell shrugs.

Clearing his throat, Hopper opens his mouth, to say what he has no God damn clue, when his eyes find their way back to you and you’re heading into his office.

“What in the hell...” he mutters, irritation swiftly rising within him as he sets his bottle down and strides after you, leaving Powell staring after him.

“How can we have run out of cups already? Hopper was meant─ Well, there we go actually, Hopper was in charge, that’s how we have.” Exhaling a short breath of frustration, you then smile at Flo and pat her shoulder gently as you pass. “I’m gonna go and get some cups.”

Placing your cup down on the nearest desk, you round it and push through the small swing door leading to Hopper’s office. Opening the door, you head inside, not bothering to turn the light on.

Hopper being Hopper, he’d vehemently opposed you using his office as a decoration base but you’d ignored him and stored boxes in there when he hadn’t been looking. Which had actually been easy to do because he never looked. Not that you minded. One bit.

Surveying the array of boxes, you try and remember which ones the cups were in.

Oh, God, where the hell has he put them...

“What are you doing?”

You exhale a low, exasperated sound, opening the nearest box and starting to search through it. “Getting more cups, officer.”

“Did you not put enough out?”

“The drinks table was your jurisdiction, Hopper, it’s the only thing you got excited about. The most excited I’ve ever seen you, actually, I didn’t know it was possible.”

“I get excited about things.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Knowing you’re not gonna be in.”

You snort.

Wait, what.

You hadn’t been able to help it. You’d snorted. And not a dismissive snort. An amused snort.

And neither of you know what to do.

So you both ignore it.

Clearing your throat and mercifully finding the cups, you pull them out, turn and move to the door, pushing the wrapped stack into Hopper’s hands as you pass him.

You’re so close to the door, so close to freedom and pretending that never happened, when Callahan appears in the doorway.

“Oh, shiiit, look who’s under the mistletoe!” he grins, dangling the fake arrangement above your head.

“Oh, God, never, Phil,” you reply, incredibly grateful for the distraction and trying so hard not to smile.

“Nah, c’mon, you two.”

“‘You tw─”

In taking a step back from Callahan, you meet a hard wall behind you. 

Not a wall.

A Hopper.

The Chief clears his throat. “No, Callahan.”

“Come on, just a lil’ peck.”

“Calla─”

“Smooch, smooch.”

“Phil─“

He raises the mistletoe higher. “I won’t let you pass and I reckon I could take you both on. Get in to the Christmas spirit, guys, c’mon.”

“Christ, fine,” you mutter.

You tilt your head back and lift your chin to kiss Hopper on the cheek to just get this over with... but he’s turned his head, too. 

Your lips meet his.

Gently.

Gently? 

God, you thought kissing Hopper would be uncoordinated, he’s a complete mess of a man, frankly, but this is... This is nice, no, wait, anyway, you don’t spend a lot of time thinking about kissing him so─

Your lips are still against his. You haven’t pulled back. And neither has he.

He seems to realise it the same moment you do.

Drawing your head back so quickly you almost strain a muscle, you stare at him as he stares at you.

Even Callahan goes quiet for once.

For a few seconds.

“Okay, who’s next!” he calls out as he turns and zones in on the next victim.

You and Hopper are still looking at each other.

Your cheeks feel warm and his mouth is open, like he’s fighting for something to say.

He finds it. “Right.”

“Right.”

“Okay.”

You want to kiss him again.

Oh, God.

Clearing your throat, you nod and turn away, start walking, pause in the doorway, and then clear your throat again.

“Put the cups on the table, Hopper.”

“Yep.”

Lifting your gaze, you find him still looking at you.

Oh, God.

“Okay, so I’ll─”

“Actually...”

You blink, slightly startled that he’s interrupted your attempt to leave this situation he should no doubt be also finding awkward. 

There’s something in his eyes, though, something that you can’t look away from.

“... I remember tellin’ you you couldn’t put all this shit in here.” He drops the stack of cups into a box beside him as he moves towards you, and you don’t move.

Standing before you, looking down at you, he reaches behind you and pushes the door shut.

Suddenly, pressed against him, your head leaning back against the door, you can name what’s lingering in his gaze.

Lust.

And you know he can see it in your eyes, too.

“What are you going to do about it, Chief?”

“Somethin’ I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

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[stevebuckythyla]

lokisnotdeadbitches mentioned you on a post “The perfect video doesn’t exi-” Credits to Voordeel on YouTube for...”

@stevebuckythyla Listen here you uncultured swine of bitch. I appreciate your humanly act of fairness and shit like that tryna be a hero but no.1 I did give credit to Vordeel, no.2 I give the link and show how to search for the video for those who ask for it and no. fucking 3 I shared the original video on my account as well and put the damn same hashtags as well because I dont take credit for the video

@stevebuckythyla and getting this many notes isnt going to buy me a one way ticket to heaven or miraculously drop a case full of billions to pay off my education so why in the name of bloody fuck would I want to care about the notes or the fame if thats what you think of me. Why dont you step out of your ever growing inflated head and do some fucking research instead of bashing me like that without thinking. Give a girl some peace would ya

@stevebuckythyla i just want to share with the whole fandom about this amazing video and I didnt even take credit for it. I just started to post on my tumblr and assholes like you try to ruin my mood by thinking that I want to take credit for this? If I didn't share this video, some people might not have the chance to see Voordeel's amazing work and some will try to search for the video like I did. So please for the love of god get your shit together and hopefully you

@stevebuckythyla wont repeat the same bloody mistake with someone else because it will only end up with you adding another mistake you could have avoided to your ever growing list. Thanks a lot for pissing me off and ruining my day asshole. Kisses and God bless you

@stevebuckythyla you know what, you have honestly pissed me the fuck off may you rot in hell

Wow... Really?? All I said was that I see this vid maker’s fanvids reposted all the time and people need to reblog from the source and stop reposting their stuff. You are not the first person to repost their stuff and the reposts always get more attention than the original posts do which I think is unfair to the creator. I gave a link to the original so people could show their love to the creator. I never once insulted you, like you have done to me, and I didn’t accuse you of doing it for the notes because I don’t believe you intentionally set out to take attention away from the original maker of the vid. 

But looking through the notes of your post now I see that like with me you also attacked other people who pointed out that this was a repost, people who weren’t being rude to you at all. I don’t understand why you’re getting so defensive??

If all you wanted to do was share this amazing vid with the fandom why you are getting mad and attacking me and others for pointing people to the vid maker’s blog?? I would think you’d be happy that people can now see the rest of their work??

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[flamehairedwritings]

The Christmas Tree

Characters: Evelyn (Carnahan) O’Connell x Rick O’Connell 

Words: 822

Rating: M, 16+ ONLY

A/N: Hello! Welcome to Christmas Drabbles 2018! For the next seven days I’ll be posting a drabble every dang day with a festive theme. I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

Summary: Based on the prompts ‘TREE DECORATING (bonus points if one of them is doing it completely wrong omg why am i in love with you) & person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)’ by angeliiiic 

MASTERLIST

CHRISTMAS DRABBLES 2018 MASTERLIST

Please don’t copy, steal or repost my work; credit does not count.

“Evy... Evy... Evelyn. Evelyn, this will go a lot faster if you stop laughing.”

Rick O’Connell tried not to smile at the sight of his wife half bent over the back of his favourite armchair in an effort to hold herself up, trying to regain control of her breathing.

“I’m so— I’m sorry, darling,” she managed to gasp out, pushing herself up and wiping stray tears from her cheeks.

Pressing her lips together in an attempt to halt any more laughter, Evy surveyed her husband’s handiwork.

The tree they so carefully picked out together looked like... Well, she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to quite find the words to describe it. Tinsel was wrapped, not around the tree as was traditional, but from bottom to top, woven between branches. Ribbons of different colours were tied to random branches in no sort of pattern or order. Every single porcelain bauble they owned was also hanging on the tree haphazardly, dangerously close to the edges of the branches. And was that a bunch of grapes hidden in the middle? Most wonderfully of all, though, was a halo of tinsel wrapped around Rick’s head.

Folding her arms, Evy beamed at him as she rounded the armchair. “What was the question, darling?”

Looking down at her from where he stood on the top step of the ladder, Rick waved the candles in his hands. “Do you put candles on top or on the edges of the branches—” 

“Definitely not on the edges. Just one goes on top.”

“All right.” Tossing all candles but one over his shoulder into the chair behind him, he produced another ribbon, from where she didn’t know, and attached it to the branch at the top of the tree.

Then, he held his arms out and turned to her. “Am I done now?”

“Yes, I think you are.”

Watching him climb down from the ladder, Evy couldn’t stop smiling. Jumping down from the second to bottom step, he moved to her side and wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she leaned it against his shoulder.

“Do you like it?” he murmured.

“I absolutely love it,” she whispered, tilting her chin up to brush her nose against his jaw.

“Still glad you let me do it?”

“Absolutely.”

“Liar.”

He smiled as his lips found hers and stopped her protestations, turning her towards his body. Her arms slid around his waist as she leaned in to him, their lips moving gently.

“Mmh...” she hummed after a few moments, drawing her head back. “I have to finish wrapping presents—”

“Presents? Mmh, what have you got me, sweetheart?” he murmured against her lips, having chased them as she moved, both arms wrapping around her waist.

“I am not telling you, Richard O’Connell,” Evy laughed as she tried to turn her head away, walking backwards.

Rick moved with her, turning his attention to her jaw and neck as he made a low sound. “Did you just full name me, Mrs O’Connell?”

“I believe I just did, Mr O’Connell, so pay attention and take me seriously.” She was nearly bent backwards once more, this time over his arms, in her effort to avoid his sinfully delicious kisses.

“I always take you seriously, ma’am. Very seriously.” 

The words were murmured into her ear and had her knees weakening slightly. Thank goodness he was supporting her. As always.

Oh, stop it.

She still had a shred of resistance left in her.

“Good. So release me, you cad, and let me get on with my work. You have to finish the rest of the decorations.”

“I’ve finished them.”

“Oh, really? So the stream of holly and ivy half hanging off of the banister is intentional?”

“Yes.”

“As is the wreath lying at the floor outside the front door?”

“Yes.”

“And the abundance of clementines that have fallen down the stairs, too?”

“Yes.”

“Wonderful.” She pushed at his shoulders as she tried to straighten up, biting at the inside of her cheek to stop a smile.

“Well, there is one thing I haven’t put up yet,” Rick interjected, easily keeping her against him whilst shifting her to his other arm.

“Oh, really? And what’s that?”

One corner of his mouth lifted as he moved a hand behind her ear, then swiftly pulled it back, a tied bunch of mistletoe suddenly between his fingers. “Oh, gosh, what’s this?”

Slowly lifting it above their heads, he arched an eyebrow as he watched her, unsuccessfully, fight off a smile.

“I am not impressed—”

“You are so impressed, sweetheart.” Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against hers, catching her lower one slightly as he murmured, “You know, I know quite a few other tricks, too...”

A wide smile spread across her lips as she tilted her head back and he bowed his own, beginning to trail a line of kisses down her neck. 

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