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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Boudoir

TW: Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Drew’s reaction to your gift for him.

WORD COUNT: 1200

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reader gives rafe or drew his Xmas gift and it’s like a fucking photo book from a boudoir photoshoot they did for him😳

Literally cannot stop thinking about this

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I APPRECIATE YOUR WORDS! I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS! VERY CUTE/UNIQUE IDEA!

Boudoir

Of all of the gifts wrapped with care, this one was the one you were the most eager for him to open. Having contradicted your excitement in having him save it for last as you believed it was the best, you bit your bottom lip in anticipation for his reaction. Watching his ringed finger and thumb pull apart the ribbon you set diligently in the center of a rather flat gift box, his eyes illuminated with curiosity to the book set beneath his gaze. From a moment’s glance it would appear as an innocuous piece of literature, too thin to belong to any of those authors he favored the most. And yet, he was soon to find its contents to be his most favorite work.

A plain cover decorated to fit the season had misdirected the sultry images beneath as he pulled back the cover to find the first page dedicated to him. One in which he would read aloud with excitement raising his tone with the compliment of his familiar smile.

“To my Drew, for the nights I can’t be with you, I hope this can keep you warn…” He raised a brow and narrowed his eyes into a teasing narrow before continuing to the next page. A parted mouth and following cock of his jaw expressed his intrigue and approval. Your body was on full display, covered in only a sheet, allowing him the reminder of the curves he knew well, teased beneath a thin covering.

“Who took these?”

“A girl friend.” You eased his worries of someone else finding your fame, only to observe his blush worsen as he continued to the next page.

Close ups of your breast covered with the lace of his favorite set of lingerie accented the left side of the book as the images adjacent had been that of you wearing one of his favorite shirts, kept open, to reveal the caverns of your bosoms he was teased to kiss even in this moment as you were fully clothed before him now. His eyes couldn’t help but drift there as you leaned closer.

“Keep going-”

“I don’t know if I can…”

“You’ll want to…” You flipped the page for him, showcasing your flexibility in a specific position. You continued to lead the continuation as his eyes were gluttonous for the variation of poses that reminded him of his favorite angles he could set you within.

Photograph after photograph of your body, he adored well, had been memorialized in a book specified for him. But before you could reach the end, he was suddenly on his feet and in a set of quick steps to the bedroom. Immediately, you wondered if it had been anger for someone else having seen your body this way. Yet he would return before you were able to ask him, your body taken against his as you gasped of the sudden motions made of your change of gravity.

“Drew!”

“I want to take some of my own…”

He explained, his body teasing yours in every reminder of what he could offer you. His lips brushed over yours just enough to taste the echo of cigarettes and mint, his chest rose and fell to yours as you could recall how it felt beneath your hands when you rode over him or over you when he took control, and finally, his fingers taking that climb up your curves and to your pants that were taken to your feet.

“Take it off…for me?” He asked half dominantly with a hint of saccharine neediness as you were hesitant to oblige before ultimately sharing his fervor of the moment. Biting your bottom lip, you slipped out of the pajamas matching his own and standing in only his tee.

“I want to see all of you, doll…” You kept your eyes set to his as you lifted the tee over your head and allowed your hair back to a cascade down your back.

“Turn around for me. Hands on the wall…” You obeyed, feeling him kiss from the edge of your shoulder and into the curve of your neck, distracting you long enough to surprise the unlatch he made of your clasp.

“Look back at me…I am going to take three pictures…” He moved back, guiding you to the prefect position to catch the lights of the Christmas tree to the side of you, “Before…During…and…after…” He smirked, now lifting you around him and leading you to the floor in front of the same faux evergreen decoration. The camera was disposed of to your side as he took his time focusing on your body. It was enough to forget of everything from your name to the date itself as his hands climbed your legs and to the remaining fabric to your hips, where his lips ran over the new chill. Those same lips continued to your sex, collecting the drip caused since the moment you’d first felt his touch, as a tongue became the source for a further saturation.

“Drew…” You moaned, his name acting as validation for your desperation, as he prepared himself at your sex.

“So fucking beautiful.” He groaned, teasing your lower lips with the head of his cock. He kept this in a taunt for your eyes to open once more, waiting until you were witnessing him, before he thrust inside of you. That first parting of your lips was interrupted by his lips as he kissed you passionately while building a rhythm between your legs. His depth and speed were precise and perfect to explain his care and romance with each thrust. Where his grunts may have been animalistic in desperation of the release you both built towards, his touch and kiss had been the reminiscence of compassion and trust first and foremost between you.

“Right there…” He spoke quickly, lifting the camera to take the snapshot of you lost in bliss, in the center of a building orgasm, but not on the cusp quite yet to have eyes screwed closed in ecstasy. However, it had been the flash from the camera and eroticism of the moment that brought that to fruition quickly. His palms slammed into the floor as he rutted harshly into you.

“I love the book baby, but there’s nothing like feeling the real thing…” He kissed into your neck, quickening his pistoned hips that hammered faster and faster into you. “But next year, how about you let me make my own with you?” You nodded, willing to agree to anything while you found that contraction in your stomach to lower to the nerves between your legs until you felt him tense inside of you. That unified rush of pure pleasure having come through you both in unison as you grinned wildly to the moan made into your skin by his complete rush.

“Fuck…” He kissed your chest, raising the camera to view one more time, before taking one final shot. Kissing your lips softly, he pulled all three polaroids to the back of the book.

“All for me…”

“All for you.” You validated, finding it ironic how a gift for him seemed to be more of a present for you…

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sagesolsticewrites · 1 year

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I have a weakness for those Dad!Austin fics. Can I please request #17 in the Xmas prompts, with Dad!Austin x Reader where their baby arrives on Christmas Eve?

Thank you so much for the request darling! I’ve never written a Dad!Austin before, I hope this turned out okay!

17.) “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

You awake to a rhythmic beeping sound, the scratchy sheets and smell of antiseptic surrounding you serving as a reminder to your sleep-fuddled brain where you are.

Tiny cries coming from your left serve as a reminder of why you are where you are.

You turn to see your husband over by the window, cradling your newborn daughter and pointing out various things outside to her. Your heart melts as you take in the scene of Austin staring down at Daisy as though she’s the most precious thing in the world.

The bright smile already on his face widens as he catches your eye.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he says, turning to bring your daughter to you as you sit up. He hands her over carefully with a soft “Here’s mama, Daisy,” before turning his attention to you. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m perfect,” you say, and you are. Despite how tired and sore you feel, you can’t help but smile down at your daughter as she quickly latches on to you for her breakfast.

Your daughter. You still can’t quite believe it.

“Oh, by the way,” Austin says, soft eyes flicking between you and Daisy, “Merry Christmas.”

You let out a soft gasp as you realize that it is indeed Christmas. “Merry Christmas, Aus.”

He leans down and gently presses his lips to yours, careful not to disturb Daisy.

And, though there’s literally nothing you could have done to change it, you find yourself apologizing for having to spend Christmas in the hospital. “I know how much you were looking forward to being home this year.” Austin had had to spend the past few Christmases in various places due to his film schedule, and had been ecstatic at the idea of finally celebrating in your shared California home.

“Sweetheart, are you kidding?” He sits on the edge of your bed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. His other hand wraps over your own cradling Daisy as he whispers softly, almost reverently, “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

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matan4il · 1 year

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It's always sad to think about that Eddie also hasn't ever felt real love, whether be it from his parents or his partner. It was clear that his parents and Shannon made him feel like he wasn't good enough. When she came back to LA, he was good enough for a hook-up, but then she presented him with a divorce. I don't think he would have married her if his parents hadn't forced him because she was pregnant. He could never do things his own way. Would love to hear your thoughts on that.

Hi Nonnie! Thank you so much for this ask.

TBH, Shannon is someone who I’m very ambivalent about. I don’t think she was a bad person. See, in Texas I can understand why she left. I may not agree with her leaving or how she did it, the fact that she didn’t even tell Eddie she‘s thinking about it, or the way she cut off Chris when she left his dad, but I can understand why she was unhappy and feeling suffocated. I can understand making bad choices when life keeps throwing difficulties at you for so long, you don’t necessarily think straight anymore. I also assume she didn’t mean to leave Eddie himself. It seemed more like she wanted to leave the package that surrounded being married to him.

So years later, she’s in LA and Eddie contacts her. He’s moved there and all of a sudden, being with him doesn’t necessarily come with that entire package Shannon couldn’t deal with before. I don’t believe she had any concrete plan in mind when she came to meet him in 207, but that once she saw him, she couldn’t just walk out again. He’s furious with her for abandoning them, but by the end of that ep, he comes to understand her and they kiss. Is she forgiven? No. Her betrayal was too great and Eddie doesn’t feel reassured yet that she won’t walk out on them again. So he keeps her from seeing Chris. What gets to me is that in 210, Shannon indicates her and Eddie had been sleeping together for almost two months before she puts her foot down and insists on seeing her son. I have to admit, that one always rubbed me the wrong way. If she had been that loving and repentant mother, I don’t think she could have taken being so close to Chris without seeing him for that long. Especially not after she previously claimed to be focused on being reunited with her son.

Then Eddie agrees to reunite their family by the end of that Xmas ep, and she has both him and Chris, but no commitment. She seems to be pushing in that direction in 217, asking Eddie what they are, and telling him she might be pregnant again. Just like you said, he implies that they first married not because he wanted to, but because of her pregnancy. Then, at the restaurant, Eddie takes the final leap with her, after he let her back in on every other level, and is ready to re-commit. But Shannon doesn’t want to. She got everything back, but just as Eddie feared, she now wants to leave them again. I think in all that time she took away from them, she never really figured out what she wanted, which is why she’s so all over the place. She wants her son, but she’s okay just sleeping with her dad. She wants Eddie, but she breaks up with him the second he’s truly ready for her. She begs to be forgiven for having left, but then she does the same thing again. I think she was so thoroughly confused, she just couldn’t make coherent decisions.

Here’s the thing. That’s not a reflection on Eddie and how lovable he is, but when he was already carrying the baggage of how little he felt accepted and loved by his parents, especially his dad, this is exactly how he interpreted Shannon’s rejection. And it breaks my heart. The fact that she didn’t just leave, she died, means he could never hope to one day work things out with her, get to a place of being friendly exes and co-parents. Some things in life are final and can’t be fixed. That’s why I’m extra happy that he and Ramon are working things out and building a better r/s. That’s Eddie’s core trauma, and with it healing, that can allow him to revisit other ones and find better, kinder interpretations for them as well.

And of course, he has Buck now. Buck’s the guy who fights for Eddie, to be by his side, to help him, to make things better for him. Eddie has never had that before, and it’s so full of love and grace, you can tell that affects everything. IDK how Eddie would have handled the aftermath of the shooting if Buck weren’t there. I’m convinced that Eddie can get along better with Ramon thanks in part to the support he’s had from Buck. I don’t think there are any love stories that get me more emotional than the ones where two people who’ve been deeply wronged help heal each other. And that’s what we have in Buddie.

Hope I managed to answer satisfactorily, and here’s my ask tag! xoxox

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randomoranges · 5 months

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betchu y'all thought they were totes gonna tell éts fam at xmas, huh? well, guess again :)

Text Me Merry Christmas

November 2023

“Hey, d’you have a minute for a call? Can we talk about Xmas?” The text message reads.

It’s not that Étienne’s heart stills, but it does a funny leap in his chest. He fears the worst for a moment and that Edward is going to tell him that he can’t make it, or that he really does not want to spend the holidays with him and his family and would much rather spend it cocooning with Calvin, and that really, what a waste of time it would be to fly back to Montréal to see him – or something.

“Sure, I’m not doing much.” He writes back, even though he had been just about to start his laundry. It could wait, clearly.

Étienne settles himself on his living room couch and waits for the call that comes a moment later.

“What’s up?” He asks, trying to sound very casual and the likes without hinting at the way his mind is spinning in nineteen different directions.

“So, I know we’d flirted with the idea of telling your family that we’re together when I was last in town, but,” And here Edward falters for a moment, as if losing his momentum, “Do we have to?”

Étienne wants to respond, however before he can, Edward continues, rambling as he is, clearly nervous and wanting to get his piece off his chest. “It’s just – I have reservations about letting them know. I know they’d be okay with it, and I don’t want you to resent me for not wanting to let them know – and maybe, really, it’s leftover internalised homophobia – or fear – or who knows! But I don’t think I’m ready to tell others…”

“You know –” Étienne tries to say, not before Edward cuts him off again.

“And, I don’t want you to think that I’m ashamed of you or of others knowing that we’re together. That’s as far from the truth as possible! But I also don’t want to find out twenty years from now that you really wanted to tell your family and that this ends up causing another rift in our relationship either. It’s just – I’m a private guy. I don’t feel, or think others need to know, and I’d hate for you to hate me for it, but I also didn’t want to spend the next twenty years resenting me either and we said we would do our best to be honest with each other.”

If Étienne tries real hard, he can almost picture Edward pacing the room that he’s in, gripping his phone with one hand and gesticulating with the other. He thinks it’s endearing and he waits a moment, in case Edward has more to say, but when his boyfriend remains quiet, he takes the chance to reassure him. “For starters, thank you for telling me all of that. I would have hated to pressure you into telling them if you don’t feel like it.”

Edward tries to interject, but Étienne goes on, “That being said; it’s fine. We don’t have to tell them. We don’t owe them shit. I won’t resent you for it and I know you’re not ashamed of me.” He shrugs, even though Edward can’t see him and picks at a piece of lint on his couch.

“Are you sure though? You were the one who brought it up…”

Étienne laughs. “Listen, I only ever wanted to tell them for very selfish reasons; notably being able to like, sit close to you or some such and not having it turn into a thing. But, I can totally do that before and after we go to Jacques’, so it’s fine. Plus, they don’t need to know. If my family was this concerned or interested in my life, they would check-in more often instead of just treating me like some diseased alien. So, don’t worry about it; I promise it’s fine.” He reiterates.

Anyways, it isn’t as if he’s close with his family, other than Élyse. They have never really shown that they care about him beyond platitudes and thus, he’s always kept his private life from them. He doesn’t need to share anything with them if they’ll just use it against him later. He’s lived his life this way for decades now, there’s no real point in changing on a whim. This can remain between him and Edward and he’ll be perfectly content.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you, but aren’t you the one who’s always going on about living your authentic self and such? Wouldn’t this be the complete opposite?”

Edward has a point. He has brought it up a multitude of times over their prolonged friendship and Étienne did in fact try and live up to those standards. He never – shies away from being himself and doesn’t let other people’s opinions get to him. Or, so he tells himself, even though, there are times when it is easier said than done.

He’s also pestered Edward about it, way back when Edward had still been in the closet. Étienne wonders if his boyfriend isn’t referring to that in particular.

“Alright, how about, if ever I get to a point where it bothers me, I will let you know, and we can revisit? Let’s actually be adults about this and talk about it, if we ever want to change things instead of keeping our thoughts to ourselves.”

Edward chuckles and Étienne’s pretty sure they won’t come to another misunderstanding over this in twenty odd years.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good compromise, but I’ll hold you to it, Maisonneuve. If anything, I know how complicated dealing with family can be, so thanks for being understanding.”

“Don’t mention it, really. For selfish reasons, I just want to spend as much time as I can with you. The rest, or how, doesn’t matter.” He pauses, an idea forming in the back of his head, “Or, we can always just fuck off to Mexico for the holidays instead.”

They both laugh at the thought.

“Don’t tempt me, Bouclé, or I’ll take you up on the offer.”

Étienne grins, “Maybe that was my plan after all.”

“You would concoct such a crazy scheme. Well, I guess I’ll see you soon then.”

Étienne’s grin turns into a soft smile at the thought of seeing Edward again in a few short weeks. It will be nice to spend the holidays with him and the rest really doesn’t matter. Maybe, one day, he’ll feel the need to tell the rest of his family, but right now, he’s okay with keeping his secret to himself for a little longer. His family doesn’t get to share in this wonderful thing just yet.

“Can’t wait.” He says, before they both hang up with promises of talking again soon.

Fin

#pc: montreal #étienne maisonneuve #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #fic #projocanondoko #xmas fic bonanza 2023

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cloveroctobers · 1 year

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DECEMBER DRABBLES — 6. Jessie Raymond Jr. + Tammy Ocampo 🌨️

A/N: I can’t believe we have to wait deep into January to get another season but if we don’t think about it…it’ll arrive faster than we think! ☝🏾 Anyways i have a crush on Sylvester & Gigi that’s that bi panic 🤭 and since the all american universe and bridge & tunnel series are non-existent on this site—mainly bridge and tunnel, I thought I’d take one for the team and do the writing. GIF BELONGS to: @katelliot

SN | | I’m planning to do 12 prompts of Xmas which means I have 6 more left to do but honestly—no promises! 😬

PROMPTS: #25. “My car was not made for this weather!” + #16. “Don’t slip!” + #31. Scenario: told parents about SO and now you have to rope someone into it for the holidays.

Synopsis: OC involves her ex-lover, JR into being her fake boyfriend for the holidays, along with her bestie and main-driver, Tammy uncovering the reasons why there shouldn’t be secrets.

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“My car was not made for this weather!” Tammy Ocampo, Linnea’s best friend, complained as she kept a tight-grip on her fuzzy steering wheel.

She wanted to leave on time, much earlier when the sun was still out along with less traffic, to get to Linnea’s family’s house up in the mountains, which was also considered a village town. Ultimately this did not make sense to Tammy really, since she didn’t picture Linnea’s parents living in a secluded area such as Helen, Georgia but to each their own of course!

“We’re going up this mountain to save my marriage,” JR joked from the backseat, snacking on something that made Tammy roll her eyes.

She was unaware that she was taking Linnea’s old fling along for the ride as well. And she also wished her friend would have communicated this so that she could tell her that this was a bad idea.

Tammy rolled her eyes again, which JR caught in the rear view this time. He decided to close up his snack to shove back into the book bag he had beside him in the backseat. As previously stated, JR and Tammy tried to be on their best behavior towards each other since they cared about Linnea and he figured that the Latina was just pressed he was here. He was a gentleman, knew shit wasn’t for free, and knew Tammy would probably feel a way about him being here but Linnea asked him to do a favor for her so he was here. Simple as that. He offered to pay for the gas as the bare minimum—which Tammy shot down, and even pumped the gas at this sketchy station when the snow started coming down again.

The only one that seemed to have an attitude here…was Tammy.

“So…Tammy,” JR started, “how do you get along with Linnea’s parents? Anything I should be warned about as a friend looking in on the outside?”

Tammy pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as she thought about that. Sure she could make up something but she knew Linnea wouldn’t let that slide. However JR was in a much different predicament than she was. Linnea and Tammy were friends since middle school living in Lula, Georgia—a railroad town up until Linnea’s parents decided to move to Helen months after Linnea started at the HBCU in Atlanta.

“Well you’re not bonding with them as Linnea’s friend right? so your process will be different compared to mine,” Tammy responded, noticing Linnea peek over at her choice of wording.

Linnea could feel the tension in the car since the moment JR climbed into the backseat. The girl could understand Tammy’s position to a certain extent, you can’t just invite someone else when you’re not the one providing the transportation. Honestly it was a spur of the moment kind of thing, from receiving a text message from her mom late at night two days ago reminding her of her “significant other,” mind you—that didn’t exist, to reaching out to her old lover and friend? Jessie Raymond jr. To be her fake boyfriend.

Then there was Tammy who’s been around Linnea’s parents for awhile now. Although her mother and Linnea’s mother were not on the best terms before Tammy’s mom’s passed, her father still sent a Christmas card to their home every year.

This would be JR’s first time ever meeting the girl he’s been intimate with parents and this isn’t something usually that he does. He often avoided this part of the relationship because they weren’t serious and he felt it wasn’t needed. He was starting off with a lie for the sake of Linnea’s sanity yet he wasn’t expecting this to bite him in the ass later.

The relationship between Linnea and JR was a monthly subscription. From spending late night studying sessions, to showing up to nearly everyone of JR’s games and Linnea’s skating competition in return, to Linnea throwing a cartwheel on his north pole for the first time, quickly changed things—as to be expected. It was the usual friends with benefits storyline but once it started to mean something, Linnea distanced herself and that made things very confusing to JR—however he was the main one proposing that they didn’t get attached.

He had to give the girl some shit when she called him, requesting that he be her man for the holiday season in front of her parents. Since she spent time alone and away from JR, he tried not to think too much about it and focused on himself as well. It felt weird but he didn’t want to discuss it and carried on like it was nothing although everyone in the group, including Tammy noticed the shift.

This also gave JR the time to give his baby bro, the opportunity to spend a few days with their mom alone. He didn’t mind giving Damon that but would definitely be back to spend the rest of the holiday season with his family too.

“It’s sounding like you ladies might be setting me up,” JR stated, “I just want to know what I’m walking into. I already know the basics of your folks names and what they do for a living. I’m making sure I’m not blindsided when I walk through the door, that’s all.”

Tammy laughed, “this isn’t a exam. Just be natural, anyone can see if you’re genuine or not.”

JR tilted his head to the side, looking at Linnea who could feel his stare. She slightly turned to meet his eyes, sent a smile his way, followed by a thumbs up.

“What she said. You’ll be fine.”

“…are your folks expecting you to bring anyone home this holiday, Tammy?” JR asked.

Tammy inhaled as she sat up straighter in the driver’s seat, “last person I brought home to my dad, cousins, and aunties it became a mixture of threats of kidnapping him and bringing him to Colombia; to never be heard from again if he broke my heart and my aunties begging him to marry me. So I’d rather not do that or lie about my love life.”

That was a jab.

Linnea had to check if her hearing aid was turned on at that. She even peeked over at JR to make sure he heard that last bit too and he held his hands up basically telling her to check that herself, despite it being his question to Tammy.

“I’ll tell them it’s all a prank at the end of the trip so they don’t kill me while also hinting that I want them to butt out of my business.” Linnea explained, beginning to play around with the case of her phone.

Tammy shook her head, “Is it really worth lying though? I mean how long have you been telling your mom about him? Just tell them that you’re focused on school, it always works for me.”

“That’ll only get you so far.”

“We’re only nineteen!” Tammy exasperated, “it’s so frustrating between my family wanting to marry me off and yours expecting you to be in a relationship.”

Linnea folded her fluffy covered arms, “I’ve been single so long in their eyes that they’re starting to question my sexuality.”

“Wait, forreal?” JR questioned, “why?”

“Oh you know the ignorant saying: If you never talk about your interests in the opposite sex in front of them or gush about your crushes or bring anybody around, you’re immediately gay.” Linnea informed.

The car was met with silence at that until Tammy snickered.

“Well…they’re not 100% wrong.”

JR found himself tilting his head at that, “what do you mean by that?”

Tammy laughed, looking over at Linnea who gave her a playful side eye.

“You’ve never told him?”

“Told me what?” It felt like JR was watching a match right now and usually he caught on pretty quick but it didn’t feel like it when it came to Linnea Griggs.

Linnea twisted her body around, setting her back against the car door so that she could face both Tammy and JR.

“Tams and I used to date,” Linnea revealed making JR raise his brows, “from Christmas break during our junior year in high school up until the summer going into senior year. Then as soon as Mikey Diaz wanted to take her to prom instead of Stacey—whatever her last name is, Tammy dropped my ass even as her friend. We had beef for awhile.”

Tammy gasped, “that’s not true!”

“Yes it is.”

JR bursted out laughing at the two’s bickering, making Linnea question with her eyes what he found so funny. It was when Tammy’s eyes peered back at him through the rear view, he pointed in her direction, still chuckling.

“The hell are you laughing about?”

“It all makes sense,” JR said, “I finally know what Tammy’s problem with me is.”

“Problem? Oh no, we don’t have a problem.” Tammy tried to persuade.

JR gave her a look of pure disbelief which made her clear her throat and turn her attention back to the road.

“You must know about Linnea and I,” he spoke so matter of factly that it made Tammy want to slam on the breaks, so maybe the seat belt would yank on his neck a bit but decided against that—she was safe driver, “you two have history too so it’s obvious that you feel a way about me even if it isn’t intentional.”

It was Tammy’s turn to laugh as she shook her head, “you say you’re this nice guy but you really radiate cocky energy majority of the time you know that, huh?”

“No, don’t get that misconstrued baby, I’m confident.” JR flashed his white teeth at her while Tammy scoffed.

“Oh, are you? How confident are you in Linnea’s feelings about Gabby?” Tammy fired off which made Linnea reach over and whack her arm.

JR’s eyes flicked to the bundled girl. He wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean or how Linnea even knew what was going on with him and Gabby. There wasn’t much besides flirting…yet.

“What’s wrong with gabby?” JR quizzed, sliding forward to rest his elbows against the back of the seats, “Cam told me y’all were cool…”

Linnea couldn’t help but to suck her teeth at that, making more confusion appear on the brown skinned boy’s face. Why was JR asking her god-brother about her opinion on gabby? They sat next to each other in class, borrowed pens off each other, and cackled once or twice at the professor getting on each of their nerves but there wasn’t a issue.

JR was not Linnea’s man, he made that clear.

So why did it matter what she thought about him getting involved with someone else?

Tammy bit down on her bottom lip, realizing that she probably should have kept her mouth shut but it needed to be out in the open.

Especially if they were going to play along with this little scheme Linnea came up with to get her parents to chill on her relationship status.

“It doesn’t matter,” Linnea muttered, ready to turn back around but JR reached out for her fur covered wrist.

Her round eyes met his full-length lash framed ones, “it does to me.”

Sure Linnea distanced herself from JR once she realized she was falling for him. She swore she wouldn’t let this happen but the more time she spent with the guy, made that incredibly hard. Which is why she put up the distance, although she wanted more but it was dangerous not allowing yourself to love.

Yet it seemed like JR was a pro at it.

“It’s too late,” Linnea whispered, making his brows furrow for what felt like the thousandth time tonight, just as Tammy pulled into the driveway of Linnea’s parents’ cabin.

A thick silence filled the Honda even with the heat still flowing through the vents. Tammy clapped her hands together trying to break it as they all stared out at the snow-covered cocoa powdered home, “I guess we should head in, I don’t think I’ll stay since…my dad is probably waiting for me.”

Linnea couldn’t believe Tammy and she knew it with the way she cut her brown eyes at her. Normally Tammy didn’t mean any harm and still probably didn’t but Linnea was highly annoyed with her. This break wasn’t meant to be drama filled, it was about spending time with loved ones but now Linnea just felt like going right to bed.

“You know my mom’s not going to allow you to travel out to Lula by yourself at this hour,” Linnea grumbled, shoving her hands into her gloves, “so let’s just get this over with, okay?”

She didn’t wait for a answer from either of the two, unlocking her side of the door, tossing the door open to engulf herself into the frozen air and wet snow. A slam of the door made Tammy wince, she tried to perk up and say something else to JR but he also smoothed a beanie over his ears, lifting his book bag with him before he exited into the cold too.

Carefully JR walked down the rest of the driveway, his eyes in slits as the snow whipped past his face, slightly quickening his steps to Linnea who was stepping downwards to the house.

“Don’t slip!” JR called out, his hands going around her coat covered waist as she did.

He steadied her as Linnea’s breath puffed out into the air, attempting to catch her breath as she leaned back into JR for a bit before straightening up. Rolling her shoulders Linnea whispered out a, “thanks,” before carrying on around the front patio towards the front door.

He couldn’t help but to let out a sigh as he heard the steps of Tammy stomping behind him. He stepped to the side, holding his hand out for her to walk in front of him before he followed the girls to the main entrance.

Linnea was quick unlocking the door, holding it open and waving her two guests in after her, before closing and locking the wind out behind them.

“LINNEA!” The squeakiness of mother’s voice called out from the living room on the left of the entry way.

The girl took a deep breath, tossing her hood back as the small woman entered the entry way, hands on her hips, eyes only set on her daughter.

“You’re late!”

“Sorry, mommy. We got caught out there once the wind and snow started to pick back up.” Linnea tried to explain but the woman just shushed her, placing a bright smile on her lips as she turned to Tammy; holding her arms out for the dark haired girl.

“Tammy, baby! You just missed your dad and Tia about two hours ago.” The woman pulled the girl into her arms, swaying her from side to side, “come on, get out of them jackets, get you all something to eat, and get comfortable.”

“Oh, I just came in to say hi.”

“Did you hear what I said,” The woman was stern, as she glanced over her shoulder at the long haired girl, who quickly dipped her head and swallowed, not saying anything more.

Linnea’s mother smiled some more as she turned to JR who quickly yanked his hat off and held his hand out to the woman, “Mrs. Griggs, it’s good to meet you—I’m—

“Mhm. You’re Jessie! My sweet pea’s boyfriend! Finally! Bring it on in, darling!” Mrs. Griggs yanked the taller boy into her grip, providing the same treatment to him as she did Tammy, as if she knew him for a long time.

Linnea took this time to get out of her outerwear, while he mother hugged on everybody.

“You’re so handsome,” Mrs. Griggs analyzed, making JR laugh and smile, “you did well, sweet pea. Y’all make a cute couple, you match.”

“Why thank you ma’am,” JR continued smiling as he looked over at Linnea who stared up at the ceiling, “you hear that, Linny? Your ma says we fit. I say we should believe her.”

“As you should, I’m a woman of my word!” Mrs. Griggs patted JR’s shoulders as she then turned to her daughter.

She gripped her hands, “let me get a good look at you, make sure my sweet pea is staying well-fed before your grandmomma does it tomorrow.”

Linnea knew that was coming as she did a full-spin for the woman who just hummed before cupping her face. Then she cradled Linnea into her chest for awhile, which Tammy found awfully sweet.

“I love you and I’m glad you made it home.”

“I love you too, mom.” Linnea kept her head on her mother’s chest for awhile before the woman patted her butt and pulled away.

Mrs. Griggs waved her fingers, “Come on and let’s head into the kitchen, I know y’all are hungry. And you can tell me all about the drive.”

“Demetrius! They’re here!” Mrs. Griggs called out as she entered the living room.

Tammy followed after the family friend while JR held Linnea back for a few seconds.

“Are we going to talk about us at some point?”

“It’s late. We’re all exhausted…let’s just give it a rest…lucky for you, my parents don’t care much for the PDA so this should be easy considering…” Linnea trailed off, beginning to walk by JR.

He grabbed her hand.

“Just say the words and it doesn’t have to be too late,” JR whispered, “we can—

“NEA?! Where you at baby girl?!” The booming voice of Mr. Griggs caught the pair off guard.

Right after that, a buzzing sound escaped from JR’s pocket was enough to end whatever this was. He reached into his pocket and glanced at the screen, and with the look on his face was enough for Linnea to send him a small smile because she already knew who was on the other line.

“You better get that and tell Gabby we made it.”

And with that she pulled her hand from his fingertips, learning her lesson for the night.

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sarah-dipitous · 8 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 237

Our Little World/Xmas Special

“Our Little World”

Plot Description: a teen who’s lost her souls leads Dean to Crowley and a fast-growing Amara. Castiel sees an old acquaintance on TV, stuck in an earthly body

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died…that we saw

Yeah, bet that won’t come to bite you in the ass, Crowley. “You’re strong, but I’m stronger” “…for now” how do you ground the Darkness and not think that that’s gonna come back around some day.

Oh good. Misha’s done with whatever he was up to that prevented him from being here.

Did Dean just tell Cas to go touch grass? He’s not wrong. My boy is looking rough, and all he has done is watch TV

Ok. So it took an extra episode for the Lizzie Borden fanatic to die ☹️

Oh. Oh, Cassy. He’s been watching reruns of trash tv to stave off his thoughts and memories 😭

The look, the horrible dawning realization that he’s found Metatron, and Metatron’s working as a camera operator for the news

I know this wallpaper. This is the wallpaper from the Changing Channels episode

We’re back to exorcising demons?? Wellllllllll maybe not

It’s important that a growing teen learn some good cat memes

I’ve been checking out the lamps in hell, and they are really nice. There are a bunch of like art nouveau shades, they’re gorgeous

Omg he’s not even doing it for the news, he’s like a tragedy paparazzi. He might even be orchestrating it

Man, if this old asylum is where Crowley’s been hanging out or has an entrance to hell…it REALLY shows how much wreckage Amara caused in the demon ranks

I’m glad that SOMEONE ELSE has addressed the fact that every time someone mentions (or I type) the Darkness, I feel like we’re talking about the band for a second…I do wish it was someone other than Metatron

I mean, maybe don’t bait Cas into hitting you, Mets

Sure, Crowley, we’ll call what you and Dean had BROmance

Yeah, i guess that when the Darkness said “we’ll always help each other” or something like that, it cuts both ways. It’s not just a threat to Dean. She’ll protect him too…or she’s just mad at Crowley. I dunno

I’ll piece together what the parallels of Cas and Sam’s fights mean at some point, especially since Cas had to be baited into fighting and then really went on the offensive and ends up not killing Metatron while Sam goes in looking for a fight, tries to be a pacifist, and ends up killing a few demons. Cas was also having visions back at the bunker and Sam…well, he’s having them now

The indignity of having to keep your phone charged IS rough, Metatron, I know…

I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE ENERGY WE’VE BROUGHT INTO HELL TODAY. Amara is very in love with Dean (who on this show isn’t?)

What is the lore in this show?!?! The Darkness is god’s SISTER??? (I can’t believe we’re getting this reveal when I’m so close to season 4 of Sherlock)

Why are you getting visions of the cage, Sammy??

“Xmas Special”

Plot Description: the Doctor and Clara are trapped on an arctic base and their only hope is Santa Claus!

Oh good, I waited til really late to watch another long dw episode

These elves are so mean to her!!

What a brilliant time for the Doctor to show up, seconds after Clara tells the very real Santa that she stopped believing in fairy tales

Is Santa a time lord? His sack of toys is obviously bigger on the inside…

You know what gets me about shows and movies that are meant to be for families that discuss the existence of Santa? And this might be a more recent phenomenon. But aside from the weird mechanics of adults who don’t believe in Santa still somehow finding presents under the tree from Santa on Christmas morning because of course he exists in this universe….but you’re also showing these shows to your like 5 year old who’s just learned through watching that there comes a time you stop believing in Santa even though they’re only now at an age where they can recognize Santa. It’s just weird and I have no idea if that paragraph made sense

Wtf is going on at this arctic base? Why can’t she look or think about these beings in the infirmary??

Ah damn…the Doctor and Clara fucked it up for these people. Whatever they were tying to accomplish, they just BARGE IN

LOW BLOW, DOC! You can’t bring up Danny, and you REALLY can’t insinuate that he’d be cheating on Clara. It’s too soon for her and it’ll pretty much always be too soon for her

Omg they’re really are gonna get saved by Santa…..he just sent an army of toys into this base

I’m usually not a huge fan of how Santa gets depicted in Christmas specials (not in a “this doesn’t fit my headcanon” but more in a “he’s just uninteresting” way) but this one’s at least a little fun and interesting.

I really think he’s a time lord

…I forgot they didn’t know they lied to each other…I forgot they lied to each other at the end of the last episode

I do love that they keep saying Twelve looks like a magician

He’s got a point…it would definitely be offensive, as an extraterrestrial, to find out we have a horror movie called Alien. Then again, we have a lot of horror movies named a lot of things, so…anyway “no wonder you keep getting invaded” is a good reaction

Ah, fuck. The Dream Crab got Clara.

I know this is the Doctor trying to save her, but in this perfect dream world, it’s super jarring to see the hallway walls turn into chalkboards with “DYING!” written all over them

Oh good. The Doctor has come to actually save her….excuse me?? He let himself get taken by the Dream Crabs too??

Huh…so the only way to kill them is to reject the dream

THEY DID AN INCEPTION?? The Doctor and Clara were in a dream but everyone’s been in a dream since the beginning? Since they all got into the infirmary??

He’s so against any real touchy freely stuff, and I am forever living for that

…nah, there’s still 18 more minutes. How…I don’t like this existential crisis they’re giving me “no one ever knows they’re not dreaming m. Not ever. Not for one second of our lives” don’t do that to my brain. Please

Stop physically reaching out to them!! What is wrong with you people?!

Have we really circled back to Santa’s real?? We spent a bunch of time proving he wasn’t real in the last dream, and he still might not be because this is still another dream but who knows??

This girl has an interesting Christmas itinerary. She’s gonna watch Alien and The Thing From Another World before her dad comes around. Then she’ll watch Miracle on 34th Street before what I can only imagine is a Game of Thrones marathon…and last “forgive Dave???”…which she’s somehow apparently already done that last one

Please tell me this isn’t yet another dream. What??? It’s been 62 years since they’ve seen each other??? It was another dream. When did Steven Moffat watch Inception? Did he wait four years? Because the number of levels of the dream were just too much. And then the tangerine at the end, like the spinning top.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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vancilocs · 1 year

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oh yeah i probably never said exactly why carmina doesn’t get along with her family despite knowing this whole time

basically her older sister (order goes older sister - older brother - carmina - elvira) was dating this guy and the guy developed a crush on carmina instead who didn’t show any interest back because a) she’s gay, b) he was dating her sister and c) she didn’t like him. hes a cop. but also bc she’s painfully awkward and kind of threatened of him, and also because she didn’t want to just tell her family that she hates her sister’s bf, she never let anyone know and didn’t even dare to push him away when he tried to get closer to her, he would do things like compliments and reasons to be in the same room and hugs and touches and mina even chopped her hair off bc he kept touching it

time passes and they get engaged but he’s still kinda pushing mina to a corner, come christmas, everyone’s at their parents’ house, and he’s a lil drunk and they’re alone in the same room together, he tries to kiss her, she doesn’t want to, he tries his best but gets caught by his fiancee who’s understandably distraught

so he rolls the blame on carmina instead and sister believes it and blames her also, brother comes down like whats up and he just gets the story that carmina was trying to seduce this man and blames her, parents blame her, elvira doesn’t believe it bc she knows her sister and also doesnt like their eldest sibling’s partner, but also carmina can’t handle the heat and cant find the words to defend herself and just leaves the house in her car and never comes back, it was a Huge mess and ruined xmas. elvira drove after her and got her to calm down a bit and got her to a place away from home (also to avoid the guy from calling his cop friends and lying like hey theres a mentally unstable woman out there go get her and bring her in before someone gets hurt), also letting mina know that elvira doesnt believe him and that she could tell how uncomfortable mina was around him etc.

the guy’s gotten married to her sister now and they got kids so hes obviously involved in every family holiday, carmina never ever wants to see him again bc just the thought makes her panic and also her family demands she apologize for “what she did” first. obvi she wont apologize, she didnt do anything wrong, but every year elvira is asked to remind her to do it (elvira also doesnt often join the family celebrations bc the guy hurt her sister, why would she be there) but she knows mina never will and doesnt expect her to. so holidays and especially christmas are a bit rough for carmina but elvira helps her through them and its fine, she knows shes in the right.

she doesnt talk about it often at all, eventually she’ll let ivana in on it when explaining why shes not close to her family + why holidays are a tougher time for her, also shes really big on consent for every touch and appreciates not being snuck up on (doubly so for being deaf). also paintings where her sisters husband is being eaten by a stick bug. things like that

#so yea hes a shithead #stuff in space

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set up | g. russell

pairing: george russel x driver!reader word count: 2.4k words. request: yes/no by two anons: "ok, i find george russell a bit annoying sometimes. could you write something where driver!reader thinks george is annoying and "hates" him but she actually likes him and he teases her a lot about it?" & "hey i really enjoy your work. could i get an angst with george on prompt #31 “look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.” thanks!" i decided to combine these two bc i already had this fic prepared so i just added a few things<;3 prompt: blind date/set up by friends from this prompt list. & angst 31: "look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said." from this prompt list. warnings: mentions of a car crash (not too detailed), (kinda) mean!george and mean!reader but not really. uhh again, it gets suggestive in the end. a/n: here's day 3. i'm not totally convinced about this fic, but that's just the impostor syndrome. just like my xmas fics, PLEASE DON'T SEND REQUESTS FROM THE VALENTINE'S PROMPT LIST. i'll tag all the fics as illicitvalentine's so it's easier to keep track of them.

my masterlist / valentine's day masterlist

"what the fuck is he doing?!” you yell, pressing the radio button on the steering wheel. “is he fucking blind or what?” you grunt, flipping him off as he finally moves to the side and obeys the blue flags shown to him. “it’s always george fucking russell,”

“keep focus, (y/n), we’ve still got to catch up to the others,” you hear your race engineer in your ear.

“copy,” you see the next car in front of you, and taking advantage of the long, wide straight ahead of you, you move to the side and pass him quickly.

you find yourself in a four-way battle for third place, and suddenly the whole race gets exciting.

“watch your tires,” your engineer reminds you. the two cars in front of you get a little too close, nearly touching. one of them sends the other to the run-off area and you take the opportunity to speed up and catch the remaining car ahead, watching out for the one still behind you. "you’ve got it. come on," the voice encourages you.

you’re so close, there’s just enough laps to pass the car in front and secure a podium.

“safety car, safety car,” you decrease your speed.

“what happened?” you ask, fearing that you might not get enough time to end the race on a high note.

“russell crashed, safety car deployed.”

you can’t help but raise an eyebrow, letting out a humorless chuckle. you press the radio button again, speaking without giving a second thought.

“serves him right,” you try to come off not like an asshole. not that you care about him, but you’re a firm believer in karma. so, after a few seconds of silence, you ask, “is he alright?”

“he’s out of the car, careful at turn 13, that’s where the crash happened,” he informs you.

“nasty crash. good thing he’s okay,” your stomach sinks at the thought that something worse could’ve happened.

“again?! what the fuck is this guy’s problem?!” it’s a week after that incident, and you find yourself back in the same position you were in last week.

“ignore him, (y/n). he’s moving aside,” your engineer says, you nod inside your helmet.

you reach a curve, you turn the car carefully until you’re sliding to the left, losing control of the car.

“are you okay?” your engineer asks as you stop the car. you lift your head a little, finding the last person you wanted to see getting out of his car. the car that crashed into you.

“i’m fine,” you’re quick to turn off the car and get out of it. “what the fuck was that? are you fucking stupid?”

“you turned into me! what the fuck was i supposed to do?” he yells, taking off his helmet once you’re close to him.

“blue flag. you ignored the blue fucking flags until the last second, and when you finally get out of my way, you’re literally so stupid that you have no control of your car at all.” you let your helmet fall to the gravel beneath you, shoving him back before walking away. too furious to even wait for the medical car to pick you up.

you reach your garage, apologizing as you shove your way into the motorhome, refusing to speak to anyone. you change out of your racing suit once you’re in your room, walking down the stairs, you find your p.r. team.

“you’re needed in the media pen,” they inform you. you shake your head.

“not right now. he’ll be there, too, and i don’t think i’ll be able to stop myself from punching that idiot. i’ll go find lily, call me if something comes up.”

with that, you leave your team’s motorhome, strolling through the paddock with your phone in hand. texting your friend, lily and asking her to meet you outside the red bull hospitality. after a few seconds, both lily and her boyfriend, alex, walk out and greet you.

“listen, i know he’s your best friend and all, but that was all his fault,” you tell alex, hearing him chuckling at your words. you hug lily, squeezing her tight as she comforts you.

“if it helps, you were doing amazing out there,” lily says once you let go of her.

“i can’t wait for next year, now that he’ll have an actual competitive car, i’ll have more chances for payback.” you rant, “sorry,” you tell alex, taking into consideration that he will replace george in that car. he only rolls his eyes.

“albono, nice to see you here,” you flinch, a shiver runs down your back as you hear that damned voice. “lily, pleasure as always,” he leans in and kisses lily’s cheek, she throws you a sorry smile. “bitch,” he mumbles.

“asshole,” you mutter. he moves until he’s standing next to you, and he throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to his sweaty torso.

“get away from me, you stink,” you complain, grabbing his arm and punching his side lightly.

“aww, come on, we both know that under all that tough facade you actually like me,” he teases, tapping his finger against your nose twice.

“in your dreams, dumbass,” you smack his hand away, hoping no one noticed your sharp intake of breath. “why don’t you leave? don’t you have someone else to bother, squidward?” you raise an eyebrow, watching the way his jaw tightens as you call him by the nickname you’re very aware he hates.

“shut up.” he says as he slides his arm back in place. “i’m just having a little chat with three of my friends,”

“i’m not your friend. you know what? i’m leaving, i think your level of stupidity is starting to affect me,” you say as you remove his arm from around you. totally not trailing your fingers down the length of it in the process. “i’ll talk to you later,” you turn to lily and alex, who smile sheepishly at you. “you, go fuck yourself,” you tell george, kicking his shin for good measure.

after talking with george for a bit, lily and alex went back inside the red bull motorhome, and they both had an idea in mind.

“why are you so obsessed with me getting a boyfriend?” you ask lily. for the past two months, she’s been telling you non-stop about creating a profile on a dating app. “i’m fine. besides, i don’t have time for a relationship right now. my priority is my career.”

“okay, i get it. but wouldn’t it be great if you got to share and experience all of it with someone?”

“i have luna,” you say, petting the fluffy fur of your dog, who sits next to your chair in the cafe you’re in.

“she’s a dog,” lily points out.

“obviously. that’s all the support i need. no matter how my day goes, she’s the only one who’s there for me.”

“that’s cute. now, imagine that, but with an actual person, it’d be a hundred times better,”

“listen, i appreciate the advice and the effort, but i’m good. honestly. plus, how do you think it’ll look on social media? you’re swiping through tinder and suddenly you see an f1 driver?” you raise an eyebrow.

“fine, then at least let me set you up with someone,” she says and you stay quiet for a few seconds.

“that’s even worse.” you point out.

“come on! please? just one date, i know just the guy. he’s a friend of alex, cute, charming, and is great for some back and forth banter, which i know you love,” that was true. “i think you’ll really like him,” she finishes as she finishes her drink.

“you’re not letting me leave without agreeing to this, right?” you ask, falling back against your chair, scratching luna between her ears.

“nope,”

‘can’t u at least tell me what he looks like????’

‘no.’

‘then how will i know if it’s him?’

‘you’ll know. don’t worry.’

‘wtf is that supposed to mean?’

‘gotta go, alex just got here. bye. have fun, x’

you roll your eyes, nails tapping against the glass of water, now half empty as you keep drinking small sips as you wait for your date to arrive. your eyes fly around the room, seeing all the happy couples. of course, the date had to be on valentine’s day.

you gag a little as you see a couple touching in a way that was way too inappropriate for a public place. you check your phone instead, it’s five minutes past the agreed time. you move on to check the menu, thinking about what you’d like to order. your mouth waters as you read the description of each item.

a buzzing coming from your phone catches your attention.

‘he’s there!’

you lift your head, looking around, your eyes scan the room, and you feel your heart dropping down to your stomach as you see a familiar figure standing in the center of the room, looking as lost as you. he moves, and you drop your gaze to avoid his, hoping he didn’t see you.

“well, well, who do we have here?” you hear his voice as you raise your head. “alone on valentine’s?” he fakes a pout, standing behind the empty chair in front of you.

“i’m waiting for my date, idiot. and what about you?” you raise an eyebrow.

“same.”

“and what poor soul did you have to bribe to agree to go out with you?” you smirked, hoping that he didn’t notice the way your grip tightened around the glass of water.

“ha-ha. very funny. i’m meeting one of lily’s friends, for your information. she didn’t mention it?” he smirked, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

“we have more important things to talk about than you.” you frown, and your mind can’t help but think why lily didn’t tell you anything. “now leave, or you’ll scare my date away,” you shoo him with a hand.

“and who’s the lucky guy?” he asks, his mouth opening as he smiles.

“i don’t know. a friend of alex.” you look up at him, not missing the way his eyes narrowed, the smile falling from his face.

“who?”

“i don’t know. lily just said that- oh, my god,” you cover your face with your hands. “stupid. it’s you,” you look at him, shaking your head.

“oh,”

“yeah. i’m leaving,” you grab your phone and purse, standing up. “don’t know why they thought this would be funny, but-” you mutter, rolling your eyes as you open your clutch, when a hand rests on top of yours, stopping you.

“stop. let’s… i don’t know. i’m here, you’re here. why don’t we-” he doesn’t finish, only shrugs his shoulder in hopes that you’ll understand what he’s trying to say.

“what? you want to have a date with me?” you raise an eyebrow, ignoring the thumping in your heart.

“i mean… why not?” he lets go of your hand, “we both know that deep down you’re head over heels for me,”

“idiot,” you say, placing your purse on the table.

“you’re not denying it,” he points out.

“yeah, sure. whatever floats your boat, squidward,” the nickname rolls off your tongue easily as you sit back down, george echoes your action.

“why do you always call me that? do you know how embarrassing it is?” he asks as he grabs the menu and his eyes flicker between you and the words he is reading.

“so alex never told you where it comes from?” you ask, slightly surprised that the two friends never discussed it.

“i know it’s from sponge bob, obviously,”

“handsome squidward,” you say and look up at the waiter, ordering your food and a new drink. he takes both of your orders and leaves. “when we first met, i thought you reminded me of someone… turns out it was handsome squidward,” you tap on your phone, googling a picture and showing it to him. “the resemblance is uncanny,” you smirk.

“bloody hell,” he says, inspecting the picture. you expect him to get mad at you, get up and leave, but he starts laughing. “yeah, i see it,” he admitted.

“told you,” you put your phone down, looking up at him. “is that why you hate me?” you ask, taking a sip of the red wine you ordered.

“i don’t hate you. you’re annoying sometimes, but nobody’s perfect.” you swear your eyes will get stuck from rolling them so much. “besides, i haven’t treated you the best either, so,”

“yeah, like ignoring the blue flags every time i’m lapping you, or crashing into me out of pettiness,” you narrow your eyes at him. even though two months had passed now, it still stung just like that first day.

“it’s called strategy, darling,” he winks at you, and you can’t bite back a smile.

“whatever. let’s not talk about work anymore. this is supposed to be a date,” you change the topic, totally not because you were two seconds away from punching that grin off his face. “and let me tell you… you’ve not had such a great start so far.” it’s your turn to smirk now.

“what does that mean?” he asks.

“you got here late. didn’t offer to take off my coat or help with my chair. want me to keep going?” you list, watching the way his eyes opened in bewilderment. “if this is how you treat your dates i don’t want to think about how things go in the bedroom,” you thought out loud

woah. where did that come from?

“i beg your pardon?”

oh shit. keep going, can’t turn back now.

“you heard me,” you hide behind the glass of wine.

“look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.” he doesn’t ask, doesn’t hesitate.

“i said…” you gulp, suddenly feeling light goosebumps on the back of your head as he gazes at you. “if this is how you treat your dates…" you continue, setting the delicate glass down. you straighten your back, unintentionally pushing your chest up. you only noticed when his eyes traveled down, following the chain of the necklace resting between your breasts. "i don't want to know how things go in the bedroom."

he stays silent for a few seconds, eyes never leaving you. your face, your figure. he examines you, notices the way you’re breathing hard, trying to not look bothered by his stare.

“i’ll show you,” he says.

“what?” you ask, stopping the frown that wants to settle between your brows.

“i’ll show you how i treat my dates. i always want to leave a good impression.” he says, and he slides his hand across the table, until he touches your fingers with his. “let me show you what i can do, here…” his hand grabs yours, turning it so your palm is facing up, “and later…” his fingers trail your hand.

“later… where?” you whisper, watching the mischievous smirk that slowly curls up in his face.

“you know where,” he says and your breath hitches. you try not to think too much about it, letting yourself trust your instincts, your desires.

“okay,” you finally whisper. “you have one chance,”

“that’s all i need.”

you were in for an exciting night.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Open for holiday requests? Well then... ho,ho,ho🎅 Tom’s driving home frantically during holiday season and ends up getting his car stuck in a snowstorm. Reader and her family take him in from the cold and slowly he adjusts for the time being and maybe starts catching feelings???

I love a good hallmark like Xmas movie romance!

Home For The Holidays

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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“Spencer, look!” Lucas alerted his twin once he heard the knock. “There’s someone outside.”

Spencer got up to the window curiously and looked outside, seeing Tom covered head to toe in snow.

“It’s a monster.” Spencer shrieked as he ducked down from the window.

“It is not a monster.” Lucas rolled his eyes before looking out the window again. “Oh my God.”

“What?” Spencer asked, jumping up next to his twin to look out the window.

“Its a monster.” Lucas gasped. The boys scrambled to the door and flung it open, gasping in unison at the sight of a snow covered Tom.

“Hi. I’m-“

Are you the abdominal snowman?” Lucas asked as he let Tom in the door.

“No, I’m T-“

“Daisy!” Spencer cut him off with a shout. “Come in here!”

“Is there an adult I can speak to?” Tom asked the child as a little girl came into the room.

“Whats going on?” Daisy asked before her eyes landed on Tom. “Woah, is that an abdominal snowman?”

“Yea!” Spencer nodded. “He came right to our door.”

“I saw him out in the snow.” Lucas said proudly.

“Hey kids.” Tom spoke again. “Sorry to bother you, but I really need to talk to an adult. Are your parents home?”

“Did you come from the North Pole?” Spencer asked.

“No, Spencer.” Daisy rolled her eyes. “The abdominal snowman lives in Alaska.”

“I think he lives in Florida.” Lucas added.

“It’s actually abominable and I’m from Europe.” Tom cut in.

“Do you have magic powers?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah. I can use a phone really well. Do you want to see?” Tom tried to bait them into letting him use the phone.

“Wait!” Spencer gasped.

“What?” Daisy asked.

“Stranger danger.” Spencer realized. “We let a stranger into the house.”

“Oh no.” Lucas whined. “My parents are gonna be mad at me.”

“Mine too.” Daisy feared. “We can’t tell them.”

“Get Y/n.” Lucas instructed. “She’ll know what to do.”

“Okay.” Spencer ran out of the room, leaving Tom with the other two kids.

“Is Y/n your age?” Tom asked the children, hoping he wouldn’t have to deal with another child.

“No. Shes my cousin.” Daisy answered. “I think she’s 40. Shes really pretty though.”

“He’s right in here. He doesn’t look like the one in the movie.” Tom heard Spencer’s voice coming back. He came into the room with you, your one hand holding his and your other over your eyes.

“Okay. Can I open my eyes now?” You asked your brother.

“Uh huh.” Spencer said, and you slowly opened your eyes and removed your hand. Tom finally got a good look at you and felt all the air leave his chest.

“Uh, hi.” Tom waved awkwardly at you, taken aback by the beautiful stranger who let him on their house. You, on the other hand, were thinking something entirely different.

“AHHHHH.” You screamed and grabbed the children. “Intruder!”

“Woah woah woah.” Tom tried to calm you down. “The kids let me in.”

“Did you hurt them? Are you guys okay?” You asked as you inspected the children.

“We’re okay.” Lucas nodded, making you kiss his forehead out of relief. You picked Daisy up with one arm and held the boys close to you with your other as you backed away from Tom.

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” You demanded.

“My name is Tom.” Tom started slowly. “I’m so sorry to bother you but my car has broken down and I can’t get any service. Would you mind letting me use your phone?”

“My whole family is inside.” You told him. “Can you give me some sort of proof that you’re not chop us up and turn us into soup?”

“What kind of proof do you need?” Tom chuckled softly.

“Can you take me out to your car to show me that it’s broken down?”

“It’s really cold out here and I parked pretty far. It’s not safe for you to walk all the way out there.” Tom warned you.

“How far did you walk?” You asked, suddenly noticing how tired he looked.

“I’m not sure. You can’t see anything out there.” He shrugged. You chewed your lip and looked down at your siblings and cousin before making a decision.

“Kids, go inside and help grandma with the cooking.” You instructed. “Tell her I said you could have one piece of candy each.”

“Are we in trouble for letting a stranger inside?” Lucas asked fearfully.

“No, honey.” You assured him. “Just don’t do it again, okay? You did the right thing by coming to get me.”

The children smiled in relief before scurrying out of the room, leaving you alone with Tom.

“Empty your coat pockets” You demanded, trying to put on a brave face.

“Okay, but why?” Tom wondered as he took the contents of his pockets out.

“In case you have any weapons.” You said like it was obvious.

“There.” Tom said as he put the last of it on the table. “Pockets are empty.”

You eyed him skeptically before walking up to him and putting his hands in his pockets. You patted him down until you were satisfied.

“Okay. I believe you.” You nodded. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Tom.” He shook your hand. “Are those your kids?”

“No.” You smiled. “Those were my brothers and my niece.”

“They’re cute.” Tom complimented. “They look like you.”

“Well, I have tons more in the living room.” You said proudly. “That’s why I have to keep you in here until I know you won’t hurt anyone.”

“How can I gain your trust?”

“Um, I don’t really know.” You realized. “I’ve never interrogated anyone before.”

“How about this.” Tom offered as he pulled off his hat and scarf, revealing his reddened face. “I’ll take off my stuff so you can see I’m just a regular guy.”

Your body language changed when you saw that he was a handsome guy your age. You blushed a little and looked around the room to gather yourself.

“Your skin is freezing.” You sighed as you touched a warm hand to his cold cheek. “How long have you been out there?”

“A while. I can’t feel anything below my neck.”

“You poor thing.” You sighed and rubbed his arms to warm him up. “Come on, let’s get you warmed up.”

“Wait, what about the interrogation?” Tom wondered.

“You passed. Now come on, before you get frostbite.” You laughed as you took his hand and lead him into your living room where your family was. Tom looked around the room, seeing at least 8 children and a bunch of adults. As soon as they saw you, your cousin Clementine ran into your arms for a hug. You scooped her up and held her on your hip as you addressed your family.

“Everyone, this is Tom.” You put your hand on Toms back. “His car broke down and he needs our help.”

“How cute is he!” Your aunt Linda gushed. “Look at those brown eyes.”

“The eyes? Look at that hair. So healthy.” Your Aunt Mary added.

“Nice to meet you Tom. I’m also Tom.” Your grandfather reached forward to shake Toms hand.

“And I’m Gary.” Your other grandfather shook his hand. “Nice handshake. Strong.”

“Thank you sir.” Tom smiled shyly.

“Ah, Y/n, he’s your age.” Your grandmother gasped. “What a cute couple you’d make.”

“Do you want to see my train set?” Your brother Charlie tugged on Toms hand. “I built it myself.”

“I helped.” Your youngest brother, George, told him. “I put the tracks together.”

“I’d love to see it.” Tom smiled at him.

“Can we get you something to eat?” Your uncle Jason asked Tom. “You must be starving.”

“How about a drink? Do you like hot chocolate? I just made some.” Aunt Linda offered.

“Have a seat, dear.” Your mom led Tom to a chair. “You must have been walking for miles.”

“A friend of mine owns the best auto shop in town. I’ll give him a call for you to see about your car.” Your uncle Richard said as he went to get the house phone.

“Thank you, sir. I greatly appreciate that.” Tom nodded in appreciation.

“Did you hear that?” Your mom gasped. “Manners.”

“And that accent.” Aunt Mary winked. “Oh, Y/n, he’s perfect for you.”

“Aunt Mary.” You glared at her. “We just met.”

“Oh, you must be freezing. I’ll get you a sweater.” Your other grandmother moved towards the closet.

“Make Y/n get it.” Your grandma waved her hand in dismissal. “You need to focus on the food.”

“Y/n, would you take Tom to get a fresh set of clothes? He’ll catch his death in this weather.” Your mother asked you.

“Please, don’t let me put you to any trouble.” Tom tried to stop them from going to great lengths for him.

“Nonsense. You’re our guest.” Your mother smiled at him.

“Follow me.” You put Clementine down and took Toms hand, leading him to one of the bedrooms.

“You have such a big family.” Tom commented as you reached the room.

“I know.” You smiled proudly as you got clothes out of the closet. “Every holiday is a huge celebration. It’s the only time we all get to be together.”

“That’s really great that you’re all so close.” Tom smiled as he looked at the family pictures hanging on the wall.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Here.” You handed him clothes. “You can put on anything you find and leave your wet clothes in the bathroom.”

You went to leave the room but Tom grabbed your arm.

“Y/n?” Tom asked.

“Yes, Tom?”

“Thank you. I really appreciate you letting me in.” Tom smiled warmly.

“And I really appreciate you not chopping my family up and turning us into soup.” You smiled back before leaving the room. You waited a few minutes before coming back in once you assumed Tom was finished changing.

“I found some more sweaters if none of those...” You trailed off when you saw what Tom was wearing.

“What?” Tom asked in confusion as he looked down at the sweater.

“That’s my dads sweater. I haven’t seen it in years.” You smiled softly as you ran your fingers down the material of the sweater.

“It’s so soft.” Tom chuckled as he felt it as well. “He doesn’t wear it anymore?”

“No. He um, he passed away a few years ago.” You admitted, keeping your eyes down.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I can take it off.” Tom immediately went to remove it.

“No, it’s okay.” You stopped him. “It suits you.”

“Tom! Y/n!” Your aunt Linda called from the living room. “Hot chocolate is ready!”

“Come on.” You took his hand. “My aunt makes really good hot chocolate. You’ll love it.”

Tom blushed behind your back as you lead him to the kitchen, feeling intimidated when he saw your entire family sitting down.

“There you two are.” Your mother smiled. “We were just sitting down to eat.”

“You can sit next to me.” You pulled Tom to two empty seats. He pulled your chair out for you, making you smile.

“I wanna sit with Tom.” Daisy whined.

“No, I do.” George pouted.

“You can sit across from me.” Tom told George. “And I’ll sit in the middle of Y/n and Daisy.”

“I called the auto shop.” Your uncle told Tom. “They can’t send anybody out here until the morning. Hope you don’t spending the night here.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Tom shook his head. “I’m sure I’ll find a hotel around here.”

“Nonsense. You’ll never make it to a hotel. Plus, we have a perfectly good bed right here.” Your grandpa insisted.

“I don’t want to put you to too much trouble.” Tom told your family. “You’ve already done so much for me.”

“It’s no trouble at all. We’re happy to have you here.” Your other grandpa said.

“Hot chocolate, for you.” Aunt Linda placed two mugs down in front of you and Tom.

“Would you like some potatoes?” Aunt Mary passed him the bowl.

“How about some greens? I put a little brown sugar on them to make them taste good.” Aunt Linda put some on Toms plate.

“You have to try this. It’s my special recipe.” Your grandma put a baked zucchini next to the green beans.

“My wife makes the best stuffing.” Uncle Gary chuckled as he put some on Toms plate. “You’ll want to take some before the kids get it all.”

“Ooo. Make sure you get some cranberry sauce.” Your mother filled the last empty spot on Toms dish.

“Thank you. All of you. I really appreciate your kindness.” Tom smiled fondly at the table, his heart warming with gratitude.

“It’s the holiday season. Kindness is the most important gift you can give.” Your grandpa declared.

“Tom, do you want to play dolls with me after dinner?” Your cousin Ivy asked.

“No, he has to see my train set first.” Charlie spoke up.

“We could put the dolls on the train.” Tom suggested, making all the children grin.

“Did you hear that? He’s a genius.” Lucas said to Spencer.

“How long is Tom gonna stay with us?” Ivy asked her mom.

“Can he stay in my room tonight? I have stars on my ceiling.” Lucas told Tom.

“That sounds really cool, Lucas.” Tom nodded. “You’ll have to show me.”

“Are you and Y/n gonna get married?” Clementine wondered out loud, making you slap your hand to your forehead while Tom laughed.

“We just met, Clementine.” You said shyly as you pushed your food around your plate.

“Do you like pie Tom?” Aunt Linda piped up. “I made apple and cherry.”

“And I made pumpkin.” You leaned towards him to tell him.

“I like pumpkin.” Tom smiled at you, leaning in as well.

“Me too.” You giggled as you bumped shoulders with him.

“Oh look!” Aunt Mary gasped. “You two are under the mistletoe.”

You and Tom looked up and sure enough, a bustle of mistletoe was hanging above your heads. Toms face immediately flushed as he looked at you, but you were busy giving an unamused look to your family.

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “It’s almost like someone hung mistletoe over the only two empty seats at the table.”

“Maybe it was a coincidence.” Tom squeaked.

“Uh Uh.” You shook your head. “This was no coincidence. My family did this on purpose.”

You punctuated your sentence by standing up and taking the mistletoe down, making your family roll their eyes and huff.

“We’re not gonna kiss.” You declared as you set the mistletoe down on the table. “Not like this.”

Tom perked up at your words, but appeared to be the only one that heard it. He looked around the table for witnesses, but found that your family had given up and started eating. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you slip the mistletoe into your cardigan pocket. Tom eyes you curiously but didn’t say anything as he began to eat his food.

After dinner, Tom helped you clear the table while the kids ran off to play. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he stood next to your grandmother, drying the dishes as she washed them.

“Look at him.” Your grandmother gawked. “He’s helping me wash the dishes.”

“Y/n, if you don’t marry him, I will.” Your mom clicked her tongue, making you roll your eyes.

“Stop it.” You scolded. “No one here marrying him. We don’t even know if he’s single.”

“Well, Tom, are you seeing anyone?” Aunt Mary asked him as she put the dishes away.

“I’m not, no.” Tom answered as he kept his eyes on you. You gave him a coy smile before looking away.

“Then when are you taking Y/n on a date?” Aunt Linda asked, making you gasp.”

“Aunt Linda!” You exclaimed. “That’s enough. Nothings gonna happen between us if you’re all poking around in our business. We’re leaving. Come on, Tom.”

Tom gave an apologetic look to your family as he followed you out of the room. You took his hand and brought him to one of the rooms, presumably the one you were staying in.

“Sorry about that.” You sighed as you shut the door behind you. “They’re always trying to set me up.”

“Has it ever worked before?” Tom asked, a hint of jealousy in his words.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and flicked your eyes to the ceiling. “You tell me.”

Tom followed your eyes and looked up as well, smiling a little when he saw mistletoe badly taped above your heads.

“Hm.” Tom played coy. “Now, where did that come from?”

“I took it from the dining room.” You laughed. “It’d be a shame to go to waste.”

“You know what?” Tom smirked as he hooked his pinky under your chin, tilting your lips closer to his. “I was thinking the same thing.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Secrets ~ 6

Warnings: noncon sexual acts later in series; light touching.

This is dark!Bucky and dark!Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Notes:

Tomorrow will be a 12 hour day for me. Working on Xmas but oh well. I got this done on my one day off and I hope I survive the next week coming up!

I love you all, I thank you for your patience and feedback as always! Please don’t shy away in the comments, reblogs, etc.

Your time at Regia passed quickly and slowly all at once. You were woken most days abruptly by Barnes pounding on your door or standing over you with his smug half-grin. Then you dressed in clothes you reviled and ate a breakfast you couldn’t enjoy for all the expectation of your intake. You were allowed some recreation though that was often reading bland historical texts or walks in the garden with your keeper.

Your least favourite part of each day were your dance lessons. You had to relearn how to walk, talk, look, and eat, but you had never had much rhythm. Besides, being so close to Barnes with him commenting on your every misstep was hardly fun. He delighted in every mistake you made, eager to reproach you for each, and was easily amused by Priscilla’s stick smacking across your legs, back, and ass.

You counted eleven days as you began to truly fledge. You were tired, annoyed, and to be honest, hungry. That day, you beat Barnes’ early disturbance. You sat, in a coral blouse and a pleated grey skirted, with the lowest pair of heels in the closet. He greeted you almost with approval and that made your want to tear the blouse and shred it.

You didn’t. You followed him downstairs to your usual miserable meal. When you finished, he escorted you back up the wide staircase to the hall of mirrors. You hated the room. It gave you an all to inclusive view of your ridiculous attire. You didn’t look like you. Sure, you were one for a scholarly look but this wasn’t really that. This was a pompous, over-stylised look which would go well only with a silver spoon on your tongue.

A man waited in the hall of mirrors, a woman too. The man was slender and tall and his long fingers were twined together as he waited emotionlessly. He bowed as you entered and recited a dull ‘your highness’. The woman was squat and stuffed into a patterned wrap dress spotted with bright reds, pinks, and oranges. She was more jovial as her voice chimed with the same recitation.

“Lester, Deanna,” Barnes announced, “My apologies for the delay. I trust you are ready.”

“Darling, your highness,” The stout woman swayed over to you, “Come with me.”

“Huh,” you looked at Barnes and he smiled as he gestured you forward.

“Just go,” he ordered, “She doesn’t look like much but she’s not one for defiance.”

You sighed and let the woman usher you over to the attached room. The racks of dresses were gone but long garment bangs had been hung from a hook along the opposite wall. The door snapped shut behind you and Deanna flitted around you, like an elephant in heels, and turned you to face her.

“Oh, love, you are gorg,” she chimed in a peculiar accent, “I think however Lord Barnes was a bit off on your measurements,” she grasped your waist, “Lovely, lovely.”

“I hate to be a bitch but what the hell is going on?” You asked.

She blinked and laughed. She drew away and pushed her dark curls back as they burst forth from the jeweled pin behind her head. “Oh dear, you are fiery. The king will… like that. I think.”

She didn’t sound convincing as she spun away and marched over to the hook and took down the first bag. She unzipped it as she neared and turned it to reveal the contents. A white lacy dress with thin straps and a scalloped hem around the neckline. The bodice was fitted and the skirt flared out into a princess silhouette. You knitted your brow as you stared at it.

“Your wedding dress,” she sang. “Oh, it will surely look splendid on you, darling. Your highness.”

She stripped the bag away and was careful not to let the skirts touch the floor as she held it aloft and folded the swaths of fabric over her arm. She held it out to her as she beamed at you.

“So… I don’t get to choose?” You wondered. You didn’t care very much but you hated that all your decisions were made for you.

“Oh, but this was refashioned from the former queen’s dress. It is a tradition in Astrania. In fact some of this would date back centuries!” She explained, “Of course we do update the style.”

You chewed on your lip and shrugged. “Let’s just get this over with,” you muttered.

You felt defeated as you couldn’t help but fixate on the white gown. It was like you were wrapping yourself in a flag of surrender. You’d wave your skirts and let yourself be taken. You undressed and stepped into the dress as she opened it for you. She pulled the straps over your arms and zipped it up.

“Rather, it fits you well,” she came around as she pinched at the fabric and smoothed out the seams. She wasn’t wrong, though it felt rather constricting. “Well, come on. Lester needs to do his figures. He’s always the better eye for this. I just sew.”

She took your hand as you lifted your skirts with your other. You let her guide you back out to the hall of mirrors and you avoided looking around you. You couldn’t look at Barnes either as you sensed him watching you. You blurred your vision as you lifted your head and the tall man, Lester, walked around you. He began to pin little pieces in place and Deanna pulled out a small notepad as she began to jot with a stubbed pencil.

“Hmm,” Barnes appeared before you and your vision cleared, “Not bad…” He brushed the lace with his fingers and traced the curve of your waist with his hands, “However…” He lingered just below your chest, “You can’t show the entire kingdom your bra. You would do better to leave that behind on the day.”

“We can add some structure,” Lester offered evenly. “But our adjustments will be minor.”

Barnes reached over and tugged the skirts from your hand and fluffed them out around you. He rounded you and gripped your shoulders. You saw yourself in the mirrored wall and tried not to show your surprise. It wasn’t awful but you still didn’t like it.

“We have three days left. You have the other dress?” He asked.

“We have options,” Deanna said, “We were uncertain if the king would prefer red or blue.”

“Let me see,” Barnes sidestepped her and went to the attached room.

Deanna glanced at you and waved you after him as she approached and gathered your skirts. She followed after you and your vigilant chaperone. She released the vast skirts and went to Barnes as he neared the hanging garment bags. She unzipped both and he tilted his head and tutted.

“Red,” he said, “I believe the king will be in blue.”

“Very well,” Deanna pulled the dress from the bag. “Now dear, let’s get you changed.”

Barnes turned back and neared you. He faced you and reached around you. He pushed the zipper down slowly and leaned in until his breath tickled your nose. “Three days.” He reminded you. He drew away and left you as the bodice fell slack. He closed the door behind him as Deanna replaced him.

“Darling, I think red will look marvelous on you. And the king in blue! He has the most amazing eyes. Oh, if I was younger… maybe, skinnier,” she giggled, “Well, should I even tell you? You’ve seen him. Ugh, handsome bugger, he is.”

“Mhmm,” you grumbled as you wiggled out of the gown, “What a tragedy it’d be if his outside was ugly too.”

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That night was as restless as any. You laid in bed for a time, tossing and turning. You tried to forget about the blinding white dress and the abhorrent red number that came after. And how time seemed to pass regardless of your fears or your desires. You felt helpless. You used to be in control of everything and now, you couldn’t control even yourself.

You sat up in a slat of moonlight. You weren’t going to sleep. Your frustration mounted the longer you squeezed your eyes shut and clawed and clutched for rest. You grunted and stood as the duvet fell away from your legs. The short silk nightie sent a chill up your spin as it fluttered around your thighs.

You crossed your arms and went to the window. The lawns were peaceful despite the anxiety within the palace. You turned away as the lush green rippling in the silver shadows only heightened your uneasiness. You took the blush coloured robe from the chair sat before the vanity and swathed yourself in it as you neared the door.

It was, to your surprise, unlocked. As strict a warden as Barnes was, you just assumed he would have locked you in. You let out a breath and stepped out into the hallway. The portraits of your predecessors, dead and dusty, watched you pass as you tiptoed along. The windows cast shapes around you as you went along and at times, you were certain you heard whispers.

You descended to the lower first floor and ventured down a wing never explored before. Your eyes were attune to the darkness but still played tricks as you crept along. You heard the distant, muffled, and quite possibly, imagined ripple of water. You smelled a pool, the sharp scent of chlorine. Your senses brought you to a door at the end of the corridor.

Frosted glass framed in heavy metal. You pressed against the slotted handle and the clasp slowly lifted. You inched inside as you peeked around the door. Broad shoulders, bare and thick with muscle, beneath a head of dark hair. You were shocked by the scars along Barnes’ left shoulder and the arm no longer in place below. You’d never even noticed the prosthetic now laid out with his clothes on a bench near the wall.

He shoved himself into the pool and the water swelled around him. You placed your feet carefully as you eased the door shut and neared the bench where his suit was folded neatly with his shoes, socks, belt, and tie. You bent closer as you admired the hand at the end of the prosthetic; you touched it curiously. It felt lifelike even as it sat limp.

“Convincing?” Bucky’s voice frightened you as you heard the water move around his body. You turned to face him as he brought his right arm over the edge of the pool. “Don’t worry. You can toss it around. I won’t feel a thing.”

You were speechless; embarrassed. You hadn’t meant to intrude upon him but your fatigue mixed with your confusion had goaded you on.

“Sorry, I… I couldn’t sleep.” You hugged yourself and swept back to the door. “I wasn’t meaning-- I shouldn’t have--”

“Just an arm.” He said as he pushed himself up and turned to display what was left of his arm, a scarred stub just below his shoulder. “Good thing I was born with two.”

“Barnes…” You backed up until you were against the door. “I should go.”

“Alright,” he pushed himself back and floated with his single arm outstretched. “I always found swimming helped… with sleep.” He said lazily. “Calming.”

You didn’t move. You only watched as he floated along in only his briefs. He was entirely unbothered by your presence as he hummed and reached out to stop himself at the other end of the pool.

“Well, are you enjoying the show or you going to join?” He asked.

You watched him warily. “You’re not mad?”

“Maybe slightly irritated,” he shrugged, “You hovering is ruining the mood.”

You stared at him and slowly pushed yourself away from the door. You took small steps forward and lowered yourself along the rim of the pool. You held in a squeak as you hung your legs into the cool water.

“So, were you just not going to tell me there was a pool?” You chided.

“You didn’t ask,” he said as he waded casually through the water. “To be fair, you didn’t seem much interested in this place though as I’ve gathered, you are disinterested in most things.”

You frowned and rolled your eyes. You peered over at the wall and pondered leaving him as you found him. You were surprised by a wet hand on your knee.

“If I can get to you so easy, Steve’s gonna drive you mad,” Barnes said. “So if you’re going to be so easily perturbed, you better work on hiding it better.”

“Whatever,” you huffed.

“Whatever,” he mocked as his hand slid under the water and he gripped your ankle. “Loosen up.”

He kicked himself away from the wall and pulled you down into the pool. You plunged with a yelp and threw your arms up in panic. Your nose and mouth filled with water and he let you go. You bobbed back to the surface and spat as your silken night clothes clouded around you.

“What the fuck, Barnes?” You sputtered.

“I’ll admit,” he said through chuckles, “I had a drink or two.” He winked as he moved around you. “Well, Duchess, you do play the role much better than you think.”

“Ugh,” you turned away and reached for the wall of the pool, “You are the worst.”

“Wait,” he pressed against you and caught you around your waist, “Wait, wait.” He drew you back with him. “Come on. Relax.” He dragged you further into the water, “Look, you’ve only got a few days left and even if you hate to listen to me, you should. Once you’re at court, this won’t happen. Ever.”

“What do you care? You haven’t so far.” You struggled with him and dipped below the water again. You twisted and turned and came up facing him as he clung to you.

“Duchess,” he warned, “Don’t be a brat.”

“A brat?” You blinked. “Let go of me, Barnes.”

He grinned and held you to him as he moved backwards across the pool. You felt something between you. It moved against your pelvis and as he spun you and pinned you against the tile, you realised what it was.

“Are you serious right now?” You snarled. “What about your king, huh?”

He chuckled and his hand slid down your back. He squeezed your ass as he kept you against the side of the pool. He was so close you could feel his breath and smell the remnants of his sweat and cologne.

“I’m supposed to show you how to be a good wife,” his finger tickled under your thigh, “In all areas.”

“I doubt he had this in mind,” you pushed against him but he was too strong. He slid between your legs as his hand stretched along the crease of your thigh. “I mean it, Barnes--”

Your voice gurgled as he reached below your nightie and stroked the front of your thin panties. The water splashed as you slapped his chest and growled.

“James!” You cried out. “Stop!”

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. He twirled his fingers and you gritted your teeth against the tingle it sent through you. You stared into his eyes, fighting against the urge to let him go on. You shook your head slowly and pressed your hands to his shoulders. He let you push him away as his hand trailed over your leg.

“Oh, you just wait, Duchess,” he purred as he combed back his damp hair, “The king isn’t so willing to take orders.”

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #dark steve rogers #dark bucky barnes #fic #secrets #dark fic #dark!fic #series #mcu #marvel #au #captain america #king!steve #royal au

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16. "I can't believe you're making snow angels at a time like this!"

and here we have the ONS christmas special!! my last xmas fic this season and i hope you all enjoy! have a great holidays everyone!! <3

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Aelin Galathynius loved Yulemas.

She loved the smells, the sights, the foods. She relished in spending time with her closest family and friends, giving them gifts she knew would make their faces light up. She loved laying by the fire and reminiscing.

This was Aelin's third Yulemas with Rowan. She fell more in love with her husband everyday, and always enjoyed spending the holiday with him. The only thing that she could have wished for this year was that their daughter had decided to join them.

Aelin was heavily pregnant. Their daughter was about a week late and Aelin wanted her out, out, out already. It wasn’t only that her feet were always swollen or her back ached constantly, but also that Rowan had become terribly overbearing. There wasn't a single thing Aelin tried to do that her husband didn't attempt to do for her before she could. At the beginning of her pregnancy, she enjoyed it. She liked when Rowan would grab the remote or get out of bed to fetch her slippers if she asked. But by now, it was beginning to lose its charm.

It was Yulemas eve. The palace was filled with their friends and family. They had even invited some of Rowan’s cousins to Orynth. Arlene and Isolde were excited to enjoy their first northern Yulemas.

They had all spent a few hours lounging in the parlor, indulging in wine and other spiced holiday drinks. Aelin sipped on a hot chocolate, cuddled into Rowan’s side, his hand a steady weight on her belly. It had all been wonderful, but after a while Aelin began to feel a bit warm with the fire and the bodies stuffing the cozy parlor

"Hey, Ro?" she whispered to her husband.

"What is it, Fireheart?"

"Will you take a walk with me?"

He smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."

He helped her off the couch, grabbing her boots and her coat and helping her slip them on. No one noticed when they ducked out of the parlor, walking down the halls towards the entrance to the gardens.

They had become a wintry wonderland in the recent days, covered in a fresh blanket of soft snow. The night was silent, the sky clear and beautiful. Aelin held Rowan’s arm tightly as they meandered slowly over the snowy path.

Suddenly, Aelin hissed in discomfort, placing a hand over her huge stomach as their baby girl fussed.

“Is everything alright?” Rowan asked, brows knitted in concern.

“Fine,” Aelin assured him, not wanting him to go full mother hen mode. “She’s just making herself comfortable, apparently.”

Her husband sighed heavily. “It seems she likes it in there.”

“Well, it’s cold as hell out here so I don’t blame her.”

Rowan released a bark of laughter. “I was hoping she’d be with us by now.”

“Me too.” Aelin pouted down at her belly. “I had some adorable little Yulemas outfits for her.”

“I know you did, love.”

They continued their trek through the gardens, admiring the lights that had been strung up and other holiday decorations. Aelin always enjoyed decorating the palace. It was one of her favorite parts of the season.

The princess was just about to suggest they go back inside when she felt something strange. A sensation she had never endured before; a little pop followed by something decidedly wet between her legs. Aelin didn't have to be a rocket scientist to realize what, exactly, that feeling was.

"Rowan?" she rasped, tightening her grip on her husband's arm.

"Hm?"

"My water just broke."

"Your water just what-?!"

Rowan’s head whipped towards her, eyes wide in shock. In his bewilderment, her normally graceful husband wasn't watching where he was going, stepping on a slick piece of eyes. His feet flew out from under him, tumbling back into a fresh bank of snow.

Despite herself, Aelin released a laugh. Rowan leaned his head upwards, flakes scattered in his slicer hair, arms spread on either side of him like a star.

“I can’t believe you’re making snow angels at a time like this!” the princess cried playfully. “We’re having a baby!”

Rowan blinked once, a slow smile spreading on his lips. “We’re having a baby,” he repeated in a whisper. “We’re having our baby!”

Aelin could only grin.

…

It didn’t take long to head back inside and gather the things they needed to make the trip to the hospital. Aelin had thought Rowan was being ridiculous earlier, but it was nothing compared to his actions now. He was everywhere at once, not allowing her to pick up anything or even open a door for herself. Yet, Aelin was too nervous to even really scold him about it.

She and Rowan were already getting into a car in the garage by the time they let their other friends and family know what was happening. Before she knew it, they were on the way to the hospital.

Aelin knew that she likely still had a fair share of time before things would get serious, but her mother had faced many complications when giving birth to her. Aelin’s entire family had agreed to play it safe.

There was a private, secure suite waiting for Aelin by the time they pulled up to the hospital. She was only just starting to feel the first of her contractions when she slipped into the shapeless hospital gown.

Aelin spent a few hours speaking with nurses and doctors, getting poked and prodded and questioned. She spoke with her friends and family over the phone, convinced Rowan to read to her even though her husband seemed much more nervous than she did.

As the night wore on, Aelin’s contractions grew stronger and more frequent. A little after one in the morning, the doctor came in and informed her that it was time to start pushing. It was then that Aelin felt those first twinges of fear.

“Rowan?” Aelin squeaked, looking to her husband who was seated beside her.

He reached out, brushing a strand of her hair from her sweaty forehead. “What is it, Fireheart?”

“I’m scared.”

His lips tightened a fraction of an inch, grabbing her hand and giving it a firm squeeze. She could see in his eyes that he was frightened too, but he would be strong. Strong for both of them, and the little girl they were waiting to meet. He leaned close and kissed her flushed forehead.

“I’ll be here every step of the way, Aelin. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

…

The birthing process wasn’t easy, though no one was expecting it to be. Aelin felt as though she was being torn in two, her throat raw from screaming in pain. Even through the haze of the agony, she could tell that Rowan was beyond stressed and seeing her like this was likely shaving years off his life. It was a good thing his hair was already silver, because this experience probably would have turned his hair gray anyway.

Still, he was nothing but supportive: whispering words of encouragement, letting her grip his hand as tightly as she needed, dabbing her sweaty forehead with a cool cloth.

It was the wee hours of Yulemas morning, the sky turning a buttery yellow as the sun rose above the jagged peaks of the Staghorns. Aelin was beyond exhausted. She had been pushing and screaming for hours. All she wanted to do was sleep.

A ragged cry tore from her throat before slumping back on to her pile of pillows, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I’m so tired,” she sobbed, voice hoarse and crackling. “Ro, I’m so tired.”

“I know you are, love. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.”

“I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Yes you can, Aelin.” Rowan squeezed her hand tightly. “You’re the strongest person I know. Just a little bit longer. I know you can do it.”

“He’s right, princess,” the doctor said from his position between her legs. “Your daughter’s nearly here. Just one more big push. Can you do that for me?”

Aelin clenched her jaw and nodded. She had survived much worse than this. She could do anything. The princess sucked down one last deep, bracing breath, preparing herself before giving a mighty push.

Aelin wailed as she put everything she had in her into this last push, sure she must have been breaking the bones in Rowan’s hand with how hard she was gripping it.

And, where one cry ended, another began.

A shrill shriek that did not come from Aelin filled the air just as her own voice failed her. Her strength left her body, collapsing against the pillows just as she saw the doctor hand a screaming, bloody, wiggling thing to the nurse.

Her daughter. That was her daughter.

Aelin forced herself to sit up straighter as the nurses carried a bundle of pink blankets towards her before carefully placing it into her arms.

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing as Aelin held her daughter in her arms for the first time. Her face was red, and her little face was pinched up as she cried, but she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

“Hi,” Aelin rasped, giving another tiny sob. “Hello. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Rowan was a warm presence at her side, looking down at his daughter in wonder. “She’s beautiful. She’s perfect.”

“I’m so in love already it doesn’t feel possible.”

The doctor smiled at the little family before them. “Have you picked out a name for the little princess yet?”

Aelin nodded, tracing the shape of her daughter’s nose. “Eliora. Her name is Eliora.”

The doctors and nurses took a few steps back, giving them a bit of privacy as they grew acquainted with one another.

“Happy Yulemas, Eliora,” Rowan whispered to the newborn.

“It is Yulemas, isn’t it?” Aelin asked. She had lost track of time during the birthing process. “It looks like we’re gonna have to wait to do presents.”

“No offence, Fireheart, but I don’t think you can out do yourself now.” He ran his fingers over Eliora’s silvery-blonde hair. “This is the best Yulemas gift I’ve ever could have asked for. Thank you. I love you. I love you both so much.”

Aelin looked up, beaming and kissing Rowan quickly, scooting over so he could sit beside her on the hospital bed. He perched himself on the corner, tucking Aelin under his arm and holding both her and their daughter close.

Now Aelin Galathynius had another reason to love Yulemas.

#ONE NIGHT STANDARDS #rowaelin #my writing

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coeurdastronaute · 3 years

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Essays in Existentialism: Christmas Day 34

previously on Christmas

Polo Xmas prompt: Lexa gets auctioned off as a date for charity to support a good cause. Clarke gets jealous and tries to bid on her but loses. Thanks!

“You’re late!”

“Not that late,” Clarke furrowed as she adjusted her dress slightly.

“Fashionably late,” Lexa offered after checking her watch. “Hardly noticeable.”

The annual Christmas Charity Gala illuminated the museum. The carpet was hidden beneath the white tents, protecting the visitors from the dazzling flurry of perfectly timed snow. Lights hung from every available eave, while brilliant Christmas trees glowed throughout the exhibits. The main hall was a sea of black ties and festive gowns, of fancy hair and cologne, of happy couples and wishes of merriment.

Immediately set upon by Raven as they walked past the cameras and coat check, there hadn’t been even a second to really take in the winter magic that existed for the benefit Marcus began with Abby’s help. It was the social event of the season, and Lexa considered her boss to have outdone himself more so than ever before, and she’d been to quite a few Kane parties in her time with him. Tables here were going for no less than $50,000. He was ready to set records, even in philanthropy.

As Clarke finished fidgeting, she met her friend’s eye. Lexa’s hand remained on her back and she felt the flush of the warmth of the building finally hit her cheeks. Nothing was noticeably out of place. She was reasonably put together.

“Seriously?” Raven groaned, shaking her head at the couple. “The limo?”

“What? No… what do you mean?”

Stoic and unbothered, Lexa squeezed Clarke’s arm subtly, tucking her other hand into her pocket. Raven was completely right, and she was almost slightly proud of the fact that it was almost apparent on her girlfriend’s face as to why they were late. She got a smug grin and surveyed the rest of the party.

“I’ll let Marcus know you’re here,” Raven rolled her eyes as she turned to walk away, only to pause and give them another look before departing.

For a moment, Clarke stood there and looked over her dress before looking over her girlfriend’s completely unrumpled tux and tie and hair.

“How did she know?”

“You tend to have a glow about you.”

“I do not,”Clarke disagreed. She found a reflective surface and checked her make up while Lexa found them glasses of champagne, snagged from a quickly moving waiter’s tray. “If anyone should have a glow it’s you,” she accused. “I’m damn good in a limo and you’re lucky to have me.”

“Oh, I know, princesa.”

“There’s no way she could know though. Not for certain.”

“She knows.”

“Shut up.”

With a calming gulp, Clarke held her glass and for the first time since arriving, surveyed the party as they walked through toward the main area in hopes of finding familiar faces.

“You weren’t saying that twenty minutes ago,” Lexa reminded her. “I believe your exact words were something about my outfit.”

There was a blush near her collar bones at the recent memory, but Clarke didn’t break this time, instead taking another sip of her drink.

“Do you like my dress?”

Lexa looked it over again, for well about the hundredth time and remained completely in love with how her girlfriend looked in it. She nodded as she took a drink herself.

“You know I think you look amazing in it.”

“Good. Then forget what just happened in the limo.”

“I could never.”

“It’s the smugness. It’s unattractive.”

“Is it though?” Lexa grinned.

They stood close as they found their table, pausing before Lexa pulled out the chair to offer to her girlfriend. She kissed Clarke’s cheek before taking her own seat as well, happy to be near her, happy to be at an even like this for the first time ever in her life. There’d been many times she’d been on the arm of someone, but never had she been so happy to have Clarke on her’s.

“You might want to hide that smugness, there, tiger,” Clarke offered, looking over her shoulder at the familiar form approaching.

“I don’t know if it’s possible. You do remember what I did to you in the--”

“Dad! Hey!”

Clarke rolled her eyes to see that the smugness didn’t leave Lexa, though she did stop talking, which was important. It was the season of giving, and Clarke was proud, too proud often, and she was not great at accepting, except with it came to Lexa. With Lexa, she took everything.

Lexa stood as quickly as she sat, careful to button her coat before grabbing Clarke’s chair for her to hug her father. She did everything in her power to stop thinking about the limo.

“Looks like this is the family table. Your mother was kind enough to put us all together after taking my very large check. How are you, Lexa?”

“Doing well, sir. Nice to see you.”

Gripping his hand, Lexa met his eyes and nodded. He smiled kindly, and he had Clarke’s eyes. It was disarming in a way.

“You look great, honey,” he kissed his daughter’s cheek. Once more, Lexa pulled out the chair.

“You clean up alright, too. Is Mom auctioning you, too?”

“She is, and here I thought the divorce was enough to get rid of me.”

Despite herself, Lexa smiled into her glass as the patriarch of one of the largest companies on the planet signaled for a drink as well. Clarke sighed audibly at her father’s jab.

“Clarke’s annoyed that I was volunteered,” Lexa offered, earning a nudge from an elbow.

“She never did share well,” he shrugged, chuckling at his daughter’s misfortune.

“There’s only one limo I plan on going home in tonight,” the polo player promised.

“Maybe you both will find true love tonight as you’re sold like slabs of meat on the auction block. I don’t understand why they can’t just do a silent auction.”

“Oh, she is a bit jealous, isn’t she?” Jake observed.

“I was just hoping to get her to take me to lunch more.”

“Are you going to bid on your girlfriend?”

“No. I get her for free. I’m not going to spend your money.”

“You can bid on your old man, if you want,” Jake explained. “I’d hate to get stuck at some lunch with some mad woman or man, plus it’d be nice to catch up.”

“You’re really not going to bid on me?” Lexa furrowed.

“You signed up to go on a date with a stranger, and so I’m going to oblige.”

“That’s not what I--”

“Okay, you two, let’s go,” Raven appeared, slightly out of breath. “Abby is running me ragged looking for the talent.”

“Now you’re making me sound like a pornstar.”

“If you go for a high enough price, who knows,” she retorted. “Come on.”

“Good luck,” Clarke offered as Lexa leaned down for a kiss. “I hope you go for higher than my dad. That’d be embarrassing.”

“Remember when I said you were beautiful in that dress?”

“Mhm.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” Clarke smiled. “I’ll see you after.”

XXXXXXXXXXX

Left to her own devices, Clarke finally took stock of the past hour of her life and ventured a moment to think of the next one. There was something magical about Lexa showing up in the limo, dressed to the nines, her hair perfect and tamed, or at least as much as it could be. It lived forever in her mind, that image of a dashing girl, adjusting her watch at the foot of the stairs, the look she got when Clarke walked down the steps.

She was smitten with the polo player. She was more smitten than she could ever remember being, and she didn’t want anyone else going to lunch with her girlfriend.

Exchanging pleasantries with the rest of her table before her friend returned, Clarke did everything she could to put the events of the limo out of her mind. There was something about how sexy Lexa was, and how her hands were always everywhere, and her lips were always so warm. It was alarming to want someone so much. It was new for Clarke.

Beneath the small tree in her apartment, there were little gifts, already wrapped and ready for Lexa. There were plans, already, for that morning.

“There is going to be a feeding frenzy over your dad and girlfriend.”

“How’s he doing backstage? He hates attention.”

“I might bid on him myself, honestly.”

“Did he say he’d bank roll you to get him out of it?”

“Even if he did, I’d hold him to a date.”

“Ew on so many levels,” Clarke laughed.

“Him and Lexa are actually gossiping about watches and junk. They’re kind of adorable together. You might have to bring her around more,” Raven explained as she grabbed another glass of champagne.

“I don’t know if I’m more afraid of them getting along or not getting along.”

XXXXXXXXXX

“Next up, we have perhaps the most eligible bachelor in all of New York City. You know him as the CEo of Griffin, and I know him as the father of my child, I give you, Jake Griffin.”

Abby applauded as the CEO sheepishly made his way out onto the catwalk toward the stand.

“Jake loves Italian food and Westerns. He’s run the NYC marathon five out of the last seven years and practices kickboxing with his daughter at least once a week. A proud alumni of Columbia, he’s become an affiliate professor teaching business classes part time at the community college.”

On the stage, Clarke’s father waved and put his other hand in his pocket.

“Bidding will start at five thousand for a wonderful lunch date while you tour the city from the water on his private yacht.”

“Five right here!” Raven yelled, lifting her paddle quickly.

“Stop!” Clarke rolled her eyes.

The bidding went higher and higher as Jake gave his daughter a confused glance. She just gave him a thumbs up and laughed at the entire thing.

“Remember, ‘tis the season, everyone,” Abby added. “We have fifty-five going once, going twice, and sold!”

Surprised as he was, Jake nodded and smiled toward the crowds. He offered a quick wave before retreating to the safety of the backstage.

“Next up, we have someone who needs no introduction, though I am going to give her one anyway.”

Unlike her predecessor, Lexa came out, prepared for the season, clad in a bright red Santa hat and sporting a very mischievous smile.

“The championship polo player and current model for Patek Philippe, Calvin Kline, and Ralph Lauren is fluent in four languages and enjoys spending the day snuggled up with a good book, something she’s done a lot of with a Masters in Latin American Literature.”

In a similar movement, Lexa waved toward the crowd and shoved a hand in her pocket, however she knew how to work a crowd and walk a runway, much to her girlfriend's faux chagrin. Lexa knew Clarke wasn’t one to get jealous, but she appreciated the display. She appreciated feeling wanted and protected, as if somehow the girl in the green and red gown would fight anyone who bid.

“Lexa Woods is an accomplished athlete. She’s an Olympian for her native Argentina, enjoys a hearty red wine, and spending time with her ponies. We’ll start the bidding at ten thousand.”

“Fifty thousand,” Clarke called out after a few people lifted their paddles.

It grew a little quieter for a moment.

“Sixty!” a voice rang out from another table, though Clarke couldn’t see where it was coming from exactly in the hubbub of the large hall.

“Seventy,” another joined, the crowd getting into it.

“Eighty!” Clarke interjected, earning a look from her mother.

“Ninety.”

“One hundred.”

Clarke lowered her paddle and rolled her eyes.

All said and done, Lexa went for a record $183,000 and Clarke found herself somewhat proud of that number, just as Lexa looked floored by the final result before escaping backstage as well. But it was for charity, and Clarke was relieved to see that the winning bid was to an older woman.

XXXXXXXXXX

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep bidding on you,” Clarke mumbled as she plopped down onto the bed in the hotel room. “I would have easily spent a million dollars on you.”

“That’s kind, but I’m glad you didn’t,” Lexa smiled to herself.

Carefully, she folded her coat and laid it over the chair in the corner before she sat down and began removing her shoes. The light from the hallway streamed in, casting one long line across the livingroom and bedroom, but Clarke didn’t move at all, just spread her arms wide and stared at the ceiling, full of too much mirth and spirits.

“Are you going to take that dress off for bed? It doesn’t look too comfortable to sleep in.”

“Take it off for me.”

“Hopefully my lunch date will stay a little more sober than you.”

“I doubt it. I know Mrs. Winston and she’s about as dry as a… as a wet mop.”

Lexa shook her head and went about the task of undressing her girlfriend, grateful to have made use of their time together before the event. She knelt at the edge of the bed and began with the shoes, gingerly unstrapping them and slipping feet from them.

“I would have bid on you more.”

“I know. I wouldn’t have stopped if it were you.”

“Afraid I’d run off with some hedge fund manager?”

“Terribly afraid of that.”

“Nah,” Clarke murmured, lulling her drunken head to the side slightly. “Not with how good you look in a tuxedo. Holy fuck.”

“And I couldn’t care about a stupid lunch when you look like the most wonderful present waiting to be unwrapped,” Lexa promised.

“I’m drunk but I think you should come up here and kiss me right now.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Leca shrugged before eagerly agreeing.

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