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I know I’m a day late but Happy 10th anniversary to this beautiful world that changed my Disney-loving life.
I’m so lucky I’ve got to play in Arendelle professionally AND as a drooling fangirl with the BEST RL Anna to cosplay & fanon with @scjacka
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dirty mouth ☆ cl16
genre: humor, fluff, a tiny bit of smut
word count: 2.5k
Winter break and your boyfriend convinces you to go with him for his annual training in preparation for the new season, and this unleashes a natural disaster when it comes to him.
req!… hope u guys enjoy a bit of pottymouth!charles lol
When your boyfriend first brought up the idea of you tagging along to his winter training you thought, yeah, it doesn’t sound half bad. Sitting by the fireplace - hot chocolate and an overdue book in hand…
“Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc I am going to kill you,” you screech as you slide down the fast hill, white snow flying all around you from the sudden speed. His heart races fast as he chases after you.
You had begged for hours for him to let you read in peace. It’s all about the experience, he would yodel as he pointed out the window where everyone was skiing. Come on, it’ll be fun.
Given, you wanted him to stop moaning every second - not in that way at least - and so, you complied. “Oh, amore, you look so cute! Wait, hold on, let me take a picture.”
“I look like a stupid snowman,” you growl as you look down at your ski suit. Wincing at the strong flash of his phone, you scrunch your nose. He frowns.
“An adorable snowman.”
As soon as you stepped foot out, you wanted to punch him square in the face. It was so cold that for a moment you thought your limbs would give out. Joris giggles as he snaps a quick Polaroid of you pouting, cheeks the darkest shade a pink. You flip him off before turning to Charles.
“You don’t love me.” He groans, already knowing this card all too well. You hum. “Nuh-uh, you don’t because if you did then you wouldn’t put me in this position.” A smirk slides onto his soft lips.
“Don’t worry, I know a position that will warm you up later.” Your jaw drops. Leaning down to press a kiss onto the tip of your nose, he continues. “And I do love you, don’t be ridiculous.”
You realized he wasn’t going to give in to your pleas to let you turn back around, so you sucked it up and followed him and the boys. Andrea bumps his shoulder against yours, trying to get your attention.
“Vous plaisantez j'espère?” you groan as you fall down into a pile of snow, unbalanced from his delicate nudge. His smile drops. Sorry, sorry! He checks to see if you’re hurt because Lord watch out if you are, Charles would kill him.
“Questo é fantastico,” Joris mutters as he takes another picture. You bite the air. Andrea waves him off before helping you plunge through the snow.
“Please don’t tell Charles,” he begs as you squint your eyes teasingly. Don’t worry, I won’t. I’m fine, aren’t I? Your boyfriend’ trainer silently thanks you. “I was just trying to ask if you were ready?” He wiggles his dark brows.
“Ready for what?” You look around. “To freeze my ass off?” He stops dead in his tracks. “Oh! You mean to go to the bunny slope!” Cheerfully, you clap, wide grin stretched onto your lips. “I’m kind of scared, but it’s for beginners so I think I’ll be okay. Plus, you guys will all be there.”
Andrea shakes his head, almost seeming disappointed. “Charles, Charles, Charles…”
“Charles what?”
“We’re here!” Looking up at your boyfriend, he buzzes as he points up at the ski lift. Your smile drops. Angrily, you struggle to make your way up to him before smacking his shoulder.
“You said the bunny slope!”
He grimaces. “I know, I know, but you need to feel the rush!” He tries to kiss you but you swiftly turn your head causing him to smack his lips right onto your helmet. “I know you’re mad-”
“Of course I’m mad, you lied. I can’t go up there.” Huffing, you cross your arms. He winces at your tone.
“Chérie, but I’ll be there with you! Joris, Andrea, Antonio, me…” He coolly raises his brows. “We’ll keep you safe.”
You scoff. “Better start planning my funeral.”
“You’ll be fine, let’s go.”
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“Alright baby, bend your knees - come on - you know how to do that,” he teases with a cocky tone. The boys groan as they cover their ears and you burn bright red. He throws his head back laughing as he continues. “Lean a bit toward, too.” He suppresses another dirty joke when you throw the ski poles all frustrated.
“I’m not doing this if you keep this up.”
“Okay, okay, I’m done,” he promises as he hands them back to you. After a bit more coaching from all of them, you nod.
“Lots of mansplaining, but I guess I could give it a shot.” You narrow your eyes at your friends. “Promise you guys will go after me if I can’t stop?”
Promise, they repeat in unison.
“Pro?” a teenage boy asks as he looks you up and down. Charles clenches his jaw as he steps in. She is. His voice comes out harsh and the worker just raises his arms up in defense before winking over at you. Have fun.
Dragging you away, you squeal as you try to keep up. “He was only being nice!” Nice my ass, he sourly grunts as he makes sure your feet are secure. You pout. “And I’m not a professional, you stinky liar.” You roll your eyes. “Guess that’s all you know how to do today - lie.”
Playfully, he mimics your movements, then he smacks your ass. “Be a good girl and show us all what you learned.” You squirm at his words before nodding.
Knees slightly bent, like how they are when you bounce up and down around his thick cock.
Lean forward, like when you press your naked chest against his own and he kisses you until your lips burn out.
Everything somehow led back to moments between you and the Monegasque and maybe that’s what made you far too unfocused that you missed your step and started sliding down the hill before you even had a chance to notice.
“Guys!” you wail as you fly past by them with their jaws on the floor. “You group of liars!”
The brunette quickly snaps out of it and chases after you, avidly skiing past other skiers. Andrea, Joris and Antonio all follow after him as they breath heavily.
“Turn, baby, turn,” Charles screeches as he clumsily throws out reminders of what he taught you on how to come to a halt. Shift your body weight!
Shutting your eyes for a brief second, you send a quick prayer to the man up above and curse your boyfriend for a lifetime. “I can’t do it, I’m sca- agh!”
You’re barely able to safely swoosh past a group of boys as they all yell at you. Charles flips them off before sliding past them.
“Smile!” Joris demands as he clicks his camera. You little bitch, you shout. Help me, douchebag! “Right.” He’s just about to catch you when all of a sudden he loses his place and falls. “Oh, allez!”
Then comes Antonio who as much as he tries to help, he can’t seem to get close enough. Charles huffs a puff of cold air. “Just grab her!” She keeps getting away, his friend pants.
And Andrea isn’t really trying but he’s definitely in for adrenaline as he cheers for his friends like their own personal cheerleader. Oh, so close!
Joris eventually catches up but can’t do much anymore, apart from start recording. He laughs as you zigzag, arms momentarily flinging through the air.
“No! Keep them still!” Charles yelps, terrified to see you hurt yourself.
“I’m never listening to you ever again, Charles! You never think when it comes to these things, do you?” You tremble from the icy breeze. “Noooo, he never does! Because all he thinks about is fun, fun, fun, fu-”
Next thing you know, you’re crashing into a chunk of snow as you groan from the sudden stop, but nothing hurts. “Oh thank God,” you let out. Patting yourself down, you squint your eyes at the group of men who ease their pace as they grow closer to you. “Dickheads.” You look around. “Where’s Charles?”
Hearing the shutter of a camera go off, you tilt your head in confusion. “Oh yeah,” Joris gasps. “This is definitely going to be shown at your guys’ wedding.”
Feeling something twitch underneath you, you squeal with panic as you try jumping up but only hear a ring of grunts. And you recognize them like the back of your hand.
“Charles?” Taking off his helmet abruptly, he heaves. As soon as he catches his breath, he touches your face carefully. Are you hurt? Are you okay? You throw your arms over him like a koala and kiss his clothed neck. “What do you mean, am I okay, what about you?” He shrugs it off.
“As long as you are.”
You swoon before swatting him all over his chest. This is pure gold, Joris adds as he continues recording.
“Men are all dirty, filthy, scrummy, stupid liars,” you hissed as his large hands tried to ease your hits. “You said you guys would help me!”
His eyes darken. “What do you call what I just did? I basically gave my life for you!” He brushes white snow off his lashes. “I’m lucky to be alive, you brat.”
Dinner that night is filled with snarky remarks from Charles and strong bickering from you.
“If you hadn’t forced me then I wouldn’t be bitching about it!”
His right eye twitches for a split second. “I already said I was sorry! I saved you, be a little thankful.”
The group of friends could tell the tension was growing thicker between the couple as they munch on their food quietly. He just doesn’t have a single cell to help him think about the consequences, you mumble as you bite down on a brussels sprout.
“You know what? How about we all just relax?” Andrea tried to lessen the rigid behavior of his two friends. “How does a trip to the hot tub sound?”
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The Monegasque stiffens as soon as you walk out with your tiny bikini. You were a quivering mess, which made you cross your arms to try and warm yourself up, which in return ruined your boyfriend's sanity. He was practically drooling like a dog at the sight of your perfect tits being pressed up.
In a singular motion, Charles removes his shirt, leaving him in only his swim shorts. His large bulge increases your heart tempo as you remind yourself to keep cool since Joris and the rest were still around.
“Mierde, you know what? I forgot the towels.” Joris turns to Andrea and Antonio. “Do you guys mind helping me?” They patiently nod before making their way back into the cabin.
Teeth chattering is all he could hear coming from you, white rings flying in the air as you let out shaky breaths. His arms itch to bring you in and it’s not until he looks into your loopy eyes that he sighs and makes his way over.
He towers over you as his arms wrap around you like the warmest blanket to ever exist. “Are you still mad?” Despite letting him touch you, you still keep your face straight, not letting him be able to read you. “Chérie-”
“I want to get in,” you cut him, creating distance as you dip your toe in first into the hot tub and then the rest. Annoyed, he tsks his tongue before doing the same. Be like that then.
Click.
Turning fast to face the glass door, you vividly catch a glimpse of your friends locking it and closing the curtains. Make amends, Andrea yells out like a strict parent.
“Connards!” Splashing your hands onto the water as a mini tantrum, you moan. The green eyed boy keeps quiet as he watches you. “What are you looking at?” you hiss. Nothing.
You think about climbing out and trying to find a way back in but the hot water feels too good so you decide against it, choosing to enjoy the sensation. As soon as you close your eyes, the brunette starts whistling.
At first you try to tune him out, but it only gets louder from there. Theme From A Summer Place. You recognize it in less than a second. It’s what he always plays for you on the piano as you bake him snickerdoodles. Whether it’s summer or not - it’s a routine.
Your silly resentment grows smaller with every curve his tongue travels through, soft symphonies somehow making you feel more cozy than the actual hot tub.
He could hear the way you tread through the water, but it still catches him by surprise as you climb onto his lap, graceful fingers pushing his long hair back a bit.
“I’m sorry for being a bitch today.”
He chuckles deeply, leaning up to kiss your wet lips. “I’m sorry for almost killing you.” He drums his fingers against your thigh. “It scared me when you lost control…I should’ve just let you stay back.”
“It wasn't right for you to assume that I would be fine skipping the bunny slope and jumping straight into that, but I know you meant no harm.” His jaw ticks.
“Of course I meant no harm, are you kidding me? You dragged my heart along with you when you flew down that hill.” You giggle sweetly, strands of hair sliding off your shoulders. He smiles.
“It’s not entirely your fault.” He quirks his left eyebrow. Blushing, you begin playing with the droplets that sprinkle across his chest. “My mind went…” He whistles seductively. You nod, avoiding his green stare. “Yup.”
“It’s normal, no? I mean you are my girlfriend.”
“But not in a moment like that, Charles! We all nearly died,” you wheeze as you shift on his lap. He grunts.
“And yet, we didn’t.” Turned on by everything about you, he angles his head upward before linking his pink lips to yours. Water droplets tickle your chin as he moves his mouth against your own. Your body temperature increasingly grows heated and not just from the hot tub.
The way he kisses you with such urgency is enough to make your head spin, as if he’s been away for years and just barely got the opportunity to enjoy your pillowy lips. Slowly, you circle your hips as he groans, hands pinching you in return as he grows harder.
“God, I’m so glad you didn’t die,” he mumbles in between your lips. Laughing, you vibrate against him as he cringes at the sudden change. “Anddd you ruined it.” You poke your tongue out.
“Don’t say perverted things then!”
His stare drops. “How is that perverted?”
Shrugging, you climb off his lips as you press a warm kiss against his stubble. “Teasing, Mr. Leclerc. But how about we go up to bed?”
His eyes crinkle at your simple words. “Shoot me in the head if I ever say no to that.” Splashing out of the pool, you giggle as he grabs you, kissing every inch of your glowy skin.
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Headboard hits the wall strong and fast as you cry out against his chest, groans flying past his lips as he circles his fingers against your swollen clit.
From downstairs, the boys grab Charles’ car keys as they hurry out the door.
“Andrea, what were you thinking?”
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Snow In the Country | Arthur Shelby x Reader
Request: no - part of my Countdown to Christmas Event
Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader
Summary: In which Arthur, (Y/N), and their son Billy experience snowfall in the country for the first time. Of course a snowman will be made.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1014
A/N: here it is! The first of twelve stories that I’ll be posting to countdown the twelve days of Christmas! Obviously the gif is not from the winter time, but let’s just pretend that it is. It was fun writing for Arthur again. Enjoy! :)
Let me know if you want to be tagged in stories similar to this one!
"Look at it out there, Billy," (Y/N) cooed as she held her son up to the large window. It was one of those rare snow days, and it just so happened that it was the first that they'd gotten since moving out of the smoke of Birmingham.
The child said nothing in response, only eliciting some babbles as he stared outside in awe at the unusual scenery. The snow was just starting to blanket everything in white, and it seemed that it had no intention of stopping.
"(Y/N)!" Arthur's voice echoed through the first floor of the home.
"In the front room!" she called back, her attention still on the landscape ahead of her.
"Where's Billy at? Is he...there he is," he started before catching himself, his question obviously being answered when his wife and son came into view.
"I was showing him the snow," she said, a smile on her face as she turned to look at him.
"I see that," Arthur smiled back as he stopped at her side.
"What did you want him for?" she asked then.
"Wanted to take him out to be with the chickens. Not sure if they would have laid anything, but we've got a routine of doing it," he explained his reasoning behind looking for the boy.
"Oh, I don't know, Arthur..." (Y/N) trailed off as she bit on her bottom lip, an obvious unsureness present in her voice, "don't you think it's a little bit cold out for him?"
"I'll bundle him up," he answered her with a plan.
"How about you go out and check for the eggs, and if there happen to be any, I'll bundle him up and bring him out?" she wagered a deal with him. Arthur contemplated what she'd brought to the table for a moment before nodding his head.
"Ok. I'll let you know if I find anything," he agreed with her plan, dropping a kiss to the top of her head and pinching Billy's cheek softly before he moved away from them.
"Make sure you dress warm too, Arthur," (Y/N) called out as he exited the room.
"You don't need to be worryin' bout me, love," he called back to her, his response brushing her concern off. (Y/N) laughed and shook her head, watching as he came back and sat on the sofa to put his boots on. "Off I go," he announced as he stood up and made his way to the door.
(Y/N) moved back to the window with Billy, and she watched as Arthur made his way over to where the chicken coop was. Not after slipping and almost falling on the iced over pavement though...(Y/N) had to stifle her laughter. She watched then as he rifled around in the coop for a few minutes before he stood again and began waving his arms for her.
"Wanna go out in the snow with dadda?" she asked Billy, who looked at her with happy eyes and a smile. "I thought so. Let's get you dressed in something warm," she said, smiling as she carried him up the steps and into his nursery. She then got him bundled in some warmer clothes, topping it off with wrapping a blanket around his legs so that he'd be extra warm when he was being held.
After putting warmer clothes on herself, she met Arthur outside, seeing him in the process of rolling what little snow there was up into a ball. "Anything on the chickens?" she asked him, making him turn to look at her.
"No. It's too cold for them to lay," he answered before continuing with the snowball he was rolling, "snow's pretty good though...feels heavy," he added, motioning to the ball he was making for reference.
"Yeah? What are you going to be doing with the snowball you're making?" (Y/N) asked, her eyebrows raised, "I hope you're not fixing to throw it at me."
"Never," he brushed her concern off, "I'm makin' a snowman," he then shared his intent with her.
“A snowman?” (Y/N) questioned once she heard his idea, “there’s barely any snow on the ground.”
“I’ll make a little one then,” he told her, stopping with the first ball so that he could start on the next, “I’ll make one that’s Billy’s height.”
“Ok,” (Y/N) responded, still intrigued by how he was going to pull this off, “I think Billy and I will watch.”
And watch they did. After several minutes, Arthur had managed to make a snowman that stood a couple feet off the ground. He looked to be a bit taller than Billy, which surprised (Y/N), but it was most certainly a snowman.
“Hand me ‘im,” Arthur said after he’d finished putting two sticks into the sides for its arms as well as some rocks for its face. He extended his arms and took the child, holding him in his arms as (Y/N) made sure that the blanket was wrapped around him again. “Alright, Billy boy…let’s measure you up against this snowman, eh?” he said, squatting down again so that he could hold Billy out next to the creation. “What do you think?” he then looked up at (Y/N) for some input.
“I think they’re pretty close,” she answered, smiling as she saw her baby standing up next to a snowman. This moment truly tugged at her heart. Having a snow day like this was virtually impossible in Small Heath, but now they had fields to watch turn white.
She reveled in the moment until Billy started crying. “I think he’s had enough of the snow,” Arthur commented as he stood again, trying to balance Billy in his arms as he cried and squirmed around.
“Aw, come here, bubba,” (Y/N) cooed, reaching out for him.
“He’ll like it when he gets older,” Arthur commented once Billy was bundled up back in (Y/N)’s arms again.
“Yes he will,” (Y/N) said with a smile before she looked around at the winterscape surrounding her.
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MASTERLIST
Countdown to Christmas MASTERLIST
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Divider by @firefly-graphics
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Rockin' Around
ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist
*Summary: Sebastian and his wife celebrate the holidays doing what they know how to do best, sing
*Rating: E for Everyone
*Content/Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, It's What Sebastian Deserves
*Status: Complete
“La.”
“La.” The man matched the female voice, hitting the note on his piano as well.
“La.” Her note goes up an octave. He matched her once more with his piano before clearing his throat. “That’s too high for me honey.”
“That’s okay.” She smiled and walked behind her husband. She wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders. He reached out and arranged his sheet music before loosely warming up his fingers across the keys
“This still plays like a dream.” He looked back at his wife
“It better. You have no idea how much I paid to have this thing tuned up to perfection before it got delivered.” She rested her chin on top of his head. She started humming the notes she read off the sheet music and Seb matched her with his piano. “Jingle bells, jingle bells.”
“Jingle all the way.” He finished the line for her
“Mommy.”
“Yes dear?” She turned around to see her oldest daughter. She pulled away from her husband and lifted her daughter up
“I don’t want to go to sleep. There’s only a couple more nights until Christmas.”
“Well you can’t stay up until Christmas.” She explained to her daughter
“Why not?”
“Well then you’ll be really tired, and who knows who might open your presents if you’re not up.”
“No no no!” She whined. Her mom kissed her head to calm her down
“It’s okay. That’s why you need to go to bed tonight.”
“Okay…” Their daughter didn’t seem too happy, but she seemed to accept this
“Do you want to sing with mommy and daddy quickly?” Sebastian looked over his shoulder at his girls
“Yeah.” His daughter smiled, trying to escape her mother’s grasp. Her mother let her go and she slid onto the other side of the piano bench. She tapped at some keys quickly before looking up at her father
“What should we sing? Should we sing… rudolph?” His fingers quickly played a jazzy version of the classic. His daughter giggled, but shook her head, “Okay not Rudolph, what about Silver Bells? Or Jingle Bells? Or we can sing Deck the Halls?”
“How about we sing Rockin around the Christmas Tree?” His wife offered
“I don’t know that one mama.” Their daughter whined
“But I like that one.” Sebastian matched his daughter’s tone before readying himself to start the song. He played a couple of free form notes before going back to the familiar melody of the Christmas classic and his wife joined in. After they got that song out of their system, Seb started playing the notes to Frosty the Snowman for his daughter. He put her hands on the high keys that he could reach if he wanted to, but instructed her when to play her notes instead. “Frosty the snowman…”
“Was a fairytale," they say,” His wife continued. His daughter got up mid-song and started dancing and his wife attempted to mimic what her daughter was doing. When the song was over, Sebastian switched over to a slower song, hoping it’d be enough to tire out his daughter so he and his wife could have some time alone. Sure enough his daughter slumped against the bench and he scraped her off his back. He got up and carried her to bed and kissed her head as he tucked her in.
“Good night, sleep tight.” He whispered, moving the hair off her forehead, “Sweet dreams of Frosty, Ariel.” He stepped away and went through the door and back into the living room where his wife was playing freehand on their piano. He kissed the back of her head and asked, “You taking requests?”
“For you, anything my love.”
“Can you play…” He thought for a moment, “I’ll be home for Christmas?”
“Sure.” She started playing and he put his hands down on the lower end of the piano to start playing an accompanying melody for her to sing to, “What are you doing honey?”
“I want to hear you sing.” He smiled at her
“Fine. Go ahead and twist my arm.” She laughed and got up from the seat to sing along to the song. “Happy?”
“More beautiful than Karen Carpenter herself.”
“Stop.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders again. She pressed her lips onto his and smiled, “I love you Seb.”
“I love you too.” He put his hands on her waist and danced slowly across the room until the two went to bed themselves.
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For the holiday drabble thing, 'Making a snowman' for the prompt with your choice of ship :)
Hi friend, thank you for the ask and I hope December has been kind to you and continues to be kind <3
I went for Monarchshipping for this prompt because there has been a devastating lack of those boys in my ask box and I love them xD
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The snow fell steadily, blanketing the world in a soft white embrace. The air was crisp, and Yami held his hand as he led him toward their destination.
He wasn’t sure where they were going, all Yami had told him when he woke that morning was to dress up warm and that they were going outside, and up until now he’d not bothered to ask, but the curiosity was getting to him.
“Where are we going?” He asked.
Yami threw a smug smile over his shoulder and laughed quietly. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
He laughed and shook his head, he knew asking more questions would get him similar answers so he decided to stay quiet instead. Wherever Yami was taking him wouldn’t be far anyway.
His assumption turned out to be right when Yami turned down another short street and into the large park not far from their home. Yami let go of his hand and walked out into what was usually a grassy field, now covered with pristine snow which Yami left footprints in.
He smiled when his boyfriend turned back to him, arms outspread and a grin on his face.
“So, what are we doing here?” He asked as he walked over to join him.
“We’re gonna build a snowman!” Yami said happily, turning back to the empty snow covered field. “The biggest one we can.”
“Yeah?” He laughed, moving to his boyfriend's side. “Sounds fun…one question though.”
Yami hummed distractedly.
“How exactly do you make a snowman?” He asked.
Yami turned to him, shock on his face and he laughed shyly, looking away and out over the field, feeling a little ashamed.
“You’ve never made a snowman?” Yami asked.
“Uh…no.” He shrugged. “I’ve actually only seen snow twice in my lifetime…”
“We’ve been together for almost a year and I’m only just finding this out?” Yami teased, a hand slid into his. “Ah well, I guess I’ll just have to teach you how to make one then.”
“Yeah?” He smiled as he looked back at his boyfriend. “I’m willing to learn.”
“Come on then.” Yami grinned and crouched down, pulling his hand so he followed. “All you really need to do is roll the snow into the biggest ball you can.”
Yami let go of his hand and began scraping snow together into a small ball, squeezing it together between his hands before collecting more and more.
He copied what he was doing, glancing over at his boyfriend to make sure he was doing it right every so often.
“Once it’s big enough, you just put it on the floor and start rolling.” Yami said happily, demonstrating what he meant, pushing the small ball of snow along the ground as he crawled behind it.
He did as Yami did and soon they had three different sized snowballs in the middle of the field. He stood back, hands on his hips as he sniffled with the cold.
“What now?” He asked.
“Now, we stack them up.” Yami told him, bending to pick up the medium sized snowball and placing it on top of the larger one with some difficulty. He turned to look at him. “You do the last one.”
He nodded and did as he was asked, lifting the smallest snowball up to his shoulder and then onto the snowman, Yami told him to hold it in place whilst he packed more snow around it.
He watched his boyfriend, a smile on his face as he took in the look of concentration on Yami's face, the way his tongue stuck out slightly as he tilted his head this way and that to make sure he’d covered every angle.
Snowflakes clung to his dark hair where it stuck out from under his thick woolly hat, his cheeks and nose were rosy and red from the cold… He looked beautiful.
He didn’t even realise he was moving closer until Yami laughed and bumped his cold nose against his. He smiled and tipped his head up, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Yamis nose and laughing when his boyfriend did.
He was about to move away but Yamis lips pressed against his and he was drawn into a soft kiss that stole his attention from anything else.
With a soft sigh he moved to wrap his arms around Yami, hands against his back as he pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. He soaked up the warmth of his boyfriend which did little to fight off the cold of the snow they’d been in for the last hour but he didn’t mind.
Their kiss was cut short though when he felt something solid fall against his leg. He frowned as he moved away and looked down, only to see what was once a large ball of snow in a lump between them.
He looked back at the now headless snowman and opened his mouth to apologise but Yamis loud laughter cut him off.
“It was a little too tall anyway.” Yami said, turning back to him and leaning into his arms again.
“You’re too kind.” He said softly, moving closer to his boyfriend, hands sliding up to rest against his cheeks as their lips met once more.
“Your hands are cold.” Yami complained.
“Yet you’re not moving.” He said.
“I’m not.” Yamis lips pressed back to his.
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To everyone still waiting for a drabble, I'm sorry, they'll be a little late. I caught Covid this week and I've been very very sick. They'll come! I promise <3
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Could I formally request ~building a snowman~ with Steve Harrington?
Tis I, the funky little fella who wanted to build a snowman with Steve Harrington! (Thanks again for taking a male reader request, I’ve never done this because I only really see female reader stuff. It’s totally fine if it’s GN, I’m just excited to be here 😅)
Building a snowman - Steve Harrington x reader, GN!Reader
“Stevie! Come on, it’s snowing!” You said as you jumped back onto the bed. “What?” Steve groaned. “Come on, we have to build a snowman” You said pulling him into a sitting position. “We’re both still in our pyjamas, honey” He said as you yanked the covers off of him. “I know, hurry up and change” you said throwing clothes onto the bed. You both got dressed and headed outside. “It’s cold out baby” He said wrapping his arms around you. “Steve, of course it’s cold out. It’s snowing” You said scooping some snow off the ground. Turning around you took the snow in your hand and set it right on his head.
“Really? That’s how you want to play it?” He said scooping up his own snow. “I mean kinda of” You said throwing more snow at him before running away. You were not that far away from Steve when you felt snow hit your back. “We’re meant to be making snowmen not having a snowball fight” You called back as you kneeled in the snow. “You started it” He called moving towards you. “Yeah, whatever you say” you said as you took a snowball and started rolling it around. “What part do you want to make?” He said kneeling next to you.
“I’ll make the bottom if you work on the middle” You said smiling at him. You continued to roll snow till you thought you had a big enough ball, looking over at steve and realising his middle was bigger than your bottom you continued rolling. “Steve stop rolling that” you said across the yard. “What?” He yelled back. “Steve your ball is too big” You yelled at him. “That’s what she said” He laughed as you glared at him. “I’m sorry” He said between laughs as you throw snow at him. “It wasn’t that funny, baby” You yelled.
“Are you gonna use that as the middle or do you still want that as the bottom, cause I’m pretty sure it might topple if you put that on the bottom.” He said moving over to you. “We can use it as the middle” You said picking it up and walking over to Steve’s forgotten snowball. “Do you want to make the head or do you want me to?” He said following you. “You can make it I’ll run in and get the scarf and hat” You said kissing his forehead before rushing inside. Grabbing a hat and scarf off the hook, you rushed back outside.
When you reached Steve he had already put the base together. You kneeled in front of the snowman and then leaned up to put the hat and scarf on him. “Baby can you go get twigs and rocks?” You asked turning to look at him. He nodded before running off towards the forest behind his house. He came running back a few minutes later with multiple twig and rocks. “Which ones do you like best?” He said collapsing next to you. “You know you didn’t have to run?” You said taking the sticks from him and giving the snowman some arms.
“I know I didn’t have to, but I missed you” he said leaning over and kissing your cheek. “I miss you too” You said turning and pecking his lips. He started putting the rocks on as buttons and eyes, and you stuck a smaller twig as it’s nose. “I think it looks good love. Can we go inside? It’s freezing” He said pulling you up. “Yeah we can go in now” You said grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards the house. “Let’s make hot chocolate and cuddle” He said sliding your coat off your shoulders. “Sounds good love” you said smiling at him as he left to the kitchen.
#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#Steve Harrington x y/n#steve harrington#stranger things x reader#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things x you#stranger things fluff#joe keery
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Gingerbread
Day 13
Welcome to the 2022 Christmas Writing Challenge!
Summary: You make a gingerbread house with Frankie and Will, and Will needs to get it just right.
Pairings: Frankie Morales & Will Miller x Reader, Frankie Morales & Will Miller x You
Fandom: Triple Frontier
Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 600
Warnings: language, polyamorous relationship, allusions to sex…let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: This is a continuation of last year’s Day 12: Building a Snowman.
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You glanced around the table at all the goodies spread out. You, Frankie, and Will were still enjoying your Christmas getaway. Despite the meltdown over the snowman, you were all having a lot of fun. You knew soon it would be even more fun since Santi and Benny were joining you later in the week.
You had bought a bunch of holiday decor and decked out the whole cabin. The only thing left was the gingerbread house.
“So, what’s first?” You asked Will.
“Well, it looks like the icing hardened up enough on the structure,” he said, examining the house. He had put it together the night before and let it firm up so it could be decorated today. Frankie reached over and knocked on the roof.
“Seems sturdy,” he said and then laughed at how Will flinched. “Chill, it’s not gonna break.”
“What do we do next? What do we do next?” You chanted while bouncing in your seat. You were excited. You hadn’t decorated a gingerbread house since you were a kid.
“Well, now we have to decide how we want to decorate,” Will said thoughtfully. He was looking at the house from all different angles. He had that look on his face.
“Oh, fuck, this is gonna be just like the snowman, isn’t it?” You groaned. Will laughed.
“Not exactly, princess,” he told you.
“What do you mean? Did you magically remove the stick from your ass?” You teased.
“No,” Will smiled, “but I figured out a compromise.”
“Oh, God, did you buy two gingerbread houses?” You moaned. “We’re suppose to do this together.”
“And we are,” Will assured you. “I’ll decorate this side, and you guys do the other.”
“Oh,” you said in surprise. “Well…that’s actually a great idea.”
“Yeah,” Frankie agreed immediately. “And then we just make sure we turn it so our shitshow of a side isn’t visible.” You all laughed.
“Alright, let’s get started,” Will said. “This shit takes a while to set, so we better get it going.” Frankie set It’s a Wonderful Life to stream on the TV, and you all got to work. A couple hours flew by before you knew it. You were having a lot of fun. Will’s plan worked beautifully. He was happy to have precision and beauty on his side, and you and Frankie were thrilled with the mess that was your side. When it was finally finished you all sat back to admire it.
“Well, I have to say, I didn’t hold out much hope for you two, but it looks really great,” Will complimented.
“It really does!” You agreed. It wasn’t picture perfect, but the half that you and Frankie had created was festive, fun, and cute. Will’s side…well, that man should seriously think about doing this professionally.
“Jesus, Will,” you said in awe. “How do you do it? It’s perfect!”
“Thanks,” he said shyly. You winked and smiled at him.
“Let’s clean this mess up and have dinner,” you decided. “I’m starving.”
“Me too,” Frankie agreed. “Then, after dinner, let’s fuck in front of the fireplace while we still have the privacy to do so.”
“Good idea,” Will agreed. You were all excited to have Benny and Santi join you, but it meant your bedroom fun would have to stay in the bedroom. You quickly cleaned the table.
“Where do we put it?” You asked the guys, gesturing to the gingerbread house.
“Center of the table,” Will announced. “That way it can be seen from all sides.”
“I like that idea,” Frankie said with a warm smile.
“Me too,” you agreed.
Day 14
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Cold Feet
Just a silly little JJ Maybank one shot.
JJ Maybank x Reader
You and JJ had been going out and hooking up for a while now, but you hadn’t actually slept in the same bed yet.
Tonight, you crawled into bed next to JJ who was scrolling on his phone. He put it away and pulled you into him. You threw your leg partially over his waist and then you tangled your legs in his causing your feet to touch him. He instantly flinched away from you.
“What the fuck?! Why are your feet so cold?!!”
“Have you never slept with a girl before?? Aren’t all of our feet cold?” You asked defensively.
“You have fucking anemic vampire feet.” JJ grumbled.
“Vampire feet?!” You exclaimed.
“Yeah, aren’t vampires always cold?” He asked.
“I think the ones in Twilight were. I don’t know about the Interview with a Vampire vampires. ....Can vampires be anemic? If all they drink is human blood?”
“Well, if they only eat anemic people.” JJ reasoned.
“Why would they do that?”
“Maybe non-anemic people taste like metal because they have like a normal amount of iron?” He theorized.
“....This is by far the creepiest conversation we’ve ever had. Can we stop?”
“Your abominable snowman feet started it.” He stated.
“JJ!” You scolded, “Stop comparing my feet to mythical creatures! Abominable snowman feet?!”
“I mean you have played soccer since you were six babe and you’re always barefoot. Your feet are kinda beat up.” He admitted.
“I cannot believe you! I’m gonna be self-conscious about my feet forever now!!”
“Babe, even if your feet are my least favorite part of your body, they’re still hot as fuck. Like I’d totally still suck your toes.” He stated.
“Eww J! I don’t want you to suck my toes!!! ...I don’t think.” You paused to consider it.
“C’mon what’s your least favorite part of my body?”
“Your dick, for sure.” You lied without hesitation to be mean after he insulted your feet. JJ gasped in shock.
“Shut up! Take it back!!!” He yelled, tickling and wrestling you. You laughed as he continued, “Alright, fine, I guess you won’t be getting any anytime soon then. ...and that’s strange because what were you saying last night? ...I believe your exact words were ‘JJ just fucking rail me already. I NEED your cock.’ And before that, you were quite LITERALLY BEGGING to choke on it. Soooo....”
You blushed at JJ recounting your words from the previous night.
“Sex Y/N and newly-insecure-about-her-feet y/n are 2 different people.” You explained giggling.
“You love my dick.” JJ decided, resuming your cuddling positions; JJ slightly flinching again when your feet touched his skin.
“Yeah, I do” you admitted. You felt JJ exhale a tiny sigh of relief.
“I’m gonna make you wear socks to bed and feed you steak and spinach every day.” He resolved.
“Mmm I’ll eat more iron. But def not wearing socks to bed, I’m not a psychopath.”
#JJ Maybank#JJ Maybank IMagine#jj maybank one shot#jj maybank fanfiction#outer banks#obx#outer banks fanfiction#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank x reader
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Day 16 – Kevin Hayes
Trope: Building a snowman
Word Count: 567 words
A/N: When I think genuine excitement, I think of Kevin Hayes. I have nothing else to offer, other than my adoration of this man, and to share that love with @danglesnipecelly 😍
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“Baby, oh my god, look outside!”
You blinked your eyes open slowly at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, blearily looking at him in confusion.
“Kev, what time is it?” you yawned, scrubbing a hand over your face.
“Okay, it’s early,” Kevin admitted sheepishly, “But look at all this snow!”
You couldn’t help the fond smile that spread across your face as you sat upright, looking out the window where he was pointing. Well, he wasn’t kidding. What was only a light dusting of snow when the two of you went to sleep, was now a thick layer covering as far as the eye could see. That had to be at least a couple of feet deep – no wonder Kevin was excited.
“Hey Kev?” you said sweetly.
“Yeah?” he said, smiling back at you.
“Do you wanna build a snowman?” you sang, wiggling your eyebrows.
Kevin laughed, throwing his head back slightly with the force of it, making you laugh as well. It really was such an addicting sound.
“That sounds like the perfect idea,” Kevin grinned, “How about I put on some coffee while you get dressed in something warm?”
“And I’ll cook breakfast while you get dressed in something warm,” you nodded, grinning back.
This was going to be fun. Kevin ducked down to kiss you softly before he rolled out of bed, leaving you smiling after him fondly. As much as you had intended sleeping in this morning…spending time with Kevin when he was this genuinely happy? That wasn’t something you were going to give up. Not in a million years.
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“What do you think we should use for the eyes?” you asked, tilting your head.
The snowman currently stood at three large rounded balls of snow, Kevin having put in most of the hard work, with a hat, scarf and sticks for arms already in place. Now all that was left was to give your creation a face.
“Hmm, how about these?”
Kevin held out two old wine corks, still digging through the odds-and-ends box he kept for moments like these.
“Oh those are perfect!” you gasped.
The right size, the right shape – exactly what you needed. Kevin just winked, a small pleased smile on his lips as he continued to rummage for more supplies. You carefully dug your thumbs into the head of the snowman, making two indentations for the ‘eyes’, and placed them in with a smile. Perfect, just like you’d thought.
“It’s looking good, baby,”
You looked up at Kevin with an even bigger smile, nudging him with your shoulder.
“Thanks Kev,” you mused, “what else do you have for me?”
“Six red bottle caps for a mouth, and I’m pretty sure I have a carrot indoors for a nose,” he listed.
He really did think of everything, didn’t he?
“That sounds great, thank you,”
“No, thank you,” Kevin said, shaking his head, “Thank you for humouring me. I know you’d rather be relaxing in bed,”
“If you’re not in the bed with me, then I wouldn’t rather be there. This is much more fun,” you insisted.
“Pretty sure I can make it up to you later though,” Kevin grinned sharply.
A flash of heat ran through you, something you know Kevin noticed as your breath hitched in your throat. Menace.
“Oh I’m holding you to that,” you said, rolling your eyes fondly, “But first, carrot,”
“Yes ma’am,” Kevin laughed.
#my writing#31 days of december blurbs#kevin hayes#kevin hayes fic#kevin hayes blurb#kevin hayes imagine#hockey imagine
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Snow Day - Dad!Schlatt and Reader
GN
Pairings: none
Characters included: Schlatt, Tubbo, Quackity
Warnings: cursing
Series: It’s a small fun drabble
Summary: It snowed in Manberg! How can you not be excited for it! Tubbo and Y/N certainly are, dragging their father Schlatt out so they can play in the snow.
Word count: 2220
Author’s Note: Okay, obviously lorewise this doesn’t make much sense but I just wanted to have a nice little drabble about Dad!Schlatt playing with Y/N and Tubbo in the snow since I love snowy days. Also I’m kinda just writing drabbles right now to get through my writers block so if you have any ideas shoot em my way though I am a slow writer, sorry
„Dad! Dad! Wake up!“ Y/N came running into Schlatt’s bedroom, jumping straight onto his bed, landing on his legs.
Schlatt threw his eyes open and let out a pained cry. His child was young and not that heavy but it still felt like they just snapped his legs in two.
“God damn it, Y/N! What in the world are you doing? How early is it anyway?” he sighed as he pushed them off to the side so they wouldn’t destroy his bones anymore, wondering why they were awake so early. Taking a short look at his alarm clock he could see he still would’ve had about an hour of sleep before having to get up for work.
Their eyes were wide with excitement as they grabbed his blanket and begun pulling on it “Dad! It’s snowing! It’s snowing!” Jumping up and down in excitement on the side of his bed.
Now it made sense why Y/N woke him up.
A smirk appeared on his face. He closed his eyes again, pulled his blanket up and turned away from Y/N. Acting as if he fell asleep again.
“No!” Y/N cried out in horror. Throwing themself against Schlatt and grabbing onto his horns. Softly pulling on them. Not hard enough to hurt but just enough to annoy him.
He finally decided to sit up “Okay! You won! Let me get dressed and then we’ll see about going outside, okay? Also wake your brother up if he is still asleep. He’ll want to go out as well.”
Their frown immediately turned into a huge brimming smile “Yes!” He let out a deep breath, already knowing that this day would be a straining one. Actually he had some stuff to work on back in the White House but alas the first snow fell and these plans got obviously pushed back.
Maybe he needed that small break anyhow.
As he got up and got dressed in comfortable and warm clothing, opting out of his usual suit due to the snow, he heard some rumbling and laughing from outside his room. The two kids were excitedly yelling about the snow, making snowmen and igloos.
Once he got properly dressed he took a look outside his window only to see Manberg covered in a thick layer of snow. It looked peaceful and beautiful but dread was still building up in him. If the snow was that thick he will have to shovel some of the snow in front of his house away. To that he would have to make his way to the office through all of that.
It was very tempting to grab his communicator and shoot Quackity a message that today the two could take the day off, though as president of a small nation this isn’t a thing you could just nonchalantly do. So instead he grabbed his communicator and wrote Quackity a different message “Will come in a few hours later than usual today. You can take your time as well.”
He didn’t immediately receive an answer. Quackity was probably still asleep, which made sense. He didn’t have a child at home that woke up early and noticed the snow before anyone else in the house after all.
Schlatt opened up the door to his room only to see Tubbo skipping down the stairs, already dressed and full with energy. Of course he was happy to see both of his kids being excited but he was still lagging behind concerning his own energy.
“Hey, kiddos.” He yawned, stepping down the stairs himself, already seeing the two trying to wrangle themselves into their boots. “Before we go out let’s eat some breakfast first.”
“But dad!” Tubbo whined, still trying to push his foot into the shoe.
Schlatt shook his head “No buts. First breakfast and then we can go out and play.”
Both Tubbo and Y/N looked absolutely betrayed he would force them to eat first before being able to go out but they also knew there was no sense arguing with him about it, so they just begrudgingly let go of their boots and followed their father into the kitchen where he begun making some basic breakfast for the three of them.
Schlatt was taking his time drinking his coffee and eating his food, slowly waking up properly while Y/N and Tubbo couldn’t sit still on their chairs. Wharfing down their food and drink as fast as they could only to be annoyed at Schlatt’s slow eating. He would lie if he didn’t think it was a tiny bit amusing watching them as they struggled to patiently wait for him. Honestly it looked like they were sitting on hot coals.
“Come on! Eat faster!” Y/N drawled out angrily. Tubbo let out a frustrated sigh showing that he was just as annoyed as his little sibling.
Oh how easy Schlatt could prolong this by pouring himself another cup of coffee. He almost went for it but he didn’t want to torture his kids too much.
Rolling his eyes he gave them a small nod “Alright, alright. You guys get dressed up and I’ll follow you guys in a sec.”
Both let out relieved sighs and exclamations almost literally jumping off their chairs and running out to get their things.
That’s when Schlatt’s communicator rung. Seems like Quackity finally answered him.
“Gotcha Boss.”
While Schlatt didn’t necessarily wanted to make his children wait even longer he still took the time to get properly dressed up in his coat, gloves and scarf. He even got some ear muffs out for the two as well which the two didn’t appreciate. Schlatt used his authority as their dad though to make them wear the muffs.
Then it was finally time. Schlatt opened the door and the kids ran out right into the snow. Both laughing in glee as they threw themselves right into it. Schlatt wanted to chastise them for it since this would most likely end up with them catching a cold but he stopped himself. It has been a while since they could play in the snow so he wanted to let them enjoy themselves like that just for a little bit. Also he didn’t like how much he acted like a typical boring, worried dad.
While the two were yelling and throwing snow around Schlatt got his snow shovel out and begun freeing up the front door. He was a few minutes in as he felt something pull on his jacket. Turning around he saw Y/N trying to get his attention.
“Can you help us build a snowman?”
Y/N looked expectantly at their father. Cheecks and nose flushed from the cold. Snow was gathering on their head, especially on their small horns. The horns were still pretty small but since they were a bit rough the snow stuck to them very easily. Schlatt smiled and got rid of the snow on their head.
“Alright but only one. Then we have to make our way into the city.”
Their eyes begun to glisten “You are taking us with you to work?”
“Something like that, come on kiddo. Let’s get the snowman going.”
Together the three begun working on making a snowman together. Schlatt took care of the biggest snowball since he was obviously the strongest of he group. Tubbo took care of the middle part and Y/N rolled together the head for their master piece. Since they were also the fastest done they were allowed to look for things to decorate it later with.
As Tubbo helped Schlatt setting the snowman together Y/N reappeared with some twigs and stones in their hands.
“There you are, was wondering what took so long.” Tubbo smiled as he put more snow on the snowman to fill in some indents.
Y/N just stuck their tongue out and begun trying to stick some twigs at the side to make some makeshift arms for the snowman. Schlatt helped them a little bit to make sure it was really stuck in there before they continued to put on a crooked smile with small pebbles.
Once they were done the group gave the snowman a good look over. It was definitely not perfect but both Tubbo and Y/N had they biggest and proudest smiles on as they looked at it. Schlatt was smiling too, more happy about their happiness than their little snowman.
That’s when Schlatt had an idea. He took some of the more elastic twigs and put them on the head of the snowman, curling them around its head to make it look similar to the horns he had and pushing the ends back into the head so it would stay in that form. Well, to be fair Tubbo’s horns were well on their way to resemble his and while Y/N’s were still pretty small they already begun to show a similar curl.
Satisfied with his work he picked up Y/N who wrapped their arms around him for a short hug “Thanks Dad. It looks great.”
Tubbo nodded “Yeah! That does kinda look like dad though!”
Schlatt frowned “Hey! What is that supposed to mean!”
“How about we add two more later as well! One for me and one for Y/N!” Tubbo stated. Expertly ignoring his father’s outburst.
Y/N giggled “Yes! Let’s do it!”
“Later. I have to slowly get into the city so I can go work. I’ll take you guys with me this time. We’ll find something for you guys to do there, alright?”
The two agreed sure enough so the group made their way, albeit slowly due to the snow, into the heart of Manberg where the White House was waiting for them. Usually Schlatt would leave them at home. Tubbo was old enough to look over his younger sibling and the way into the city isn’t that long either way anyhow. They would hang around at home and do their shenanigans or just run to Manberg where they would hang out with the other residents.
Schlatt had problems expressing it but he was truly proud of his two gremlin kids. They were usually really patient and polite which was honestly pretty surprising seeing how he acted but somehow he managed to raise two polite and nice kids. Okay, they sometimes get into trouble but who could fault them that’s just what kids do.
Inside Manberg you could see a few residents shoveling snow away from the walkways and homes. Some seemed to be happy to see the snow while others were pretty annoyed. Schlatt would have been one of the latter group if his children weren’t so happy with all of this.
He has really gone soft hasn’t he?
“Alright. We are here now. You guys can come in with me and warm up a bit but you two can also go and play.” He rambled off as he set Y/N back down.
“Can we have some money so we can buy some food from Niki’s?” Tubbo asked.
Schlatt frowned, putting on an expression as if him getting out some money and handing it towards him was physically hurting him “You are killing me, Tubbo. You better not waste it.”
Tubbo just rolled his eyes and held his hand out for Y/N to take it so they could walk off together.
Schlatt put his hands on his sides, looking at the two walking off for a few seconds before he felt something hard hitting his back, resulting in him letting out a yelp in surprise. Both the kids turned around laughing at the weird sound their father made only to see Quackity standing behind him with a mischievous grin, already forming a new snowball in his hands.
“Oh you are so dead, motherfucker.” Schlatt grumbled only to make a snowball himself to throw it at the duck hybrid, hitting him square in the chest. Feeling a tiny bit vindicated by this Schlatt begun to cackle.
Y/N looked at Tubbo, not sure what to make of this, who in return just shrugged. When they looked back at their still cackling dad they saw how Quackity was pointing to the snowball in his hand and then at them. It took them a moment to understand what he meant but immediately crouched down to get better access to the snow once they understood. Tubbo followed suit.
This is how a full blown snowball fight started though it wasn’t much as a fight since Quackity, Tubbo and Y/N all concentrated on Schlatt. Throwing all they had against him. Schlatt had to hide behind an old stall that was still standing on the marketplace, only sometimes looking from behind it, throwing his own snowballs.
To think he was angry and trying his best to get this stall removed for the longest time now only for it to now save his life.
“Y/N! You are supposed to throw it at your dad! Not me!” Quackity suddenly yelled out.
Curious Schlatt took a look from behind the stall only to see how Y/N ran towards him to hide behind the stall as well while Quackity was trying his best to get rid off the snow that was on his beanie.
Schlatt was impressed. A headshot, huh.
Y/N was out of breath huddling down next to their father “I thought it was unfair. Three versus one didn’t seem right.”
Schlatt formed a new snowball, handing it to Y/N “That’s why you are my favorite” he joked “Now let’s start the counterattack.”
#dream smp fanfiction#dream smp reader insert#dream smp x reader#dream smp x Y/N#mcyt x reader#mcyt reader insert#mcyt x Y/N#mcyt fanfiction#jschlatt#jschlatt fanfiction#tubbo fanfiction#ramza writes#dsmp x Y/N#dsmp fanfiction#dsmp x reader#quackity#quackity fanfiction
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Television and Pastries
damian wayne x reader x jon kent
poly college series - blurb 2
(A/N): I am currently hyperfocusing on the show Julie and the Phantoms and it's taken over my entire brain, so I haven't written much recently, so my posting has been slow but I have gotten so much support recently and I am so thankful for every like and reblog; they make me want to write that much more.
warnings: none? it's mostly fluff and making sure dami knows he's loved
wc: ~1300
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Jon unlocks the door with one hand, the other holding a large bag full of various breads and a box containing half a dozen cupcakes. He pushes the door open and immediately toes off his boots, pulls off his face mask and stuffs it in his coat pocket, and drops his keys into his bowl on the table by the door. Before continuing one, Jon takes a second to look in the small mirror beside the door and runs his fingers through his hair. It's a mess, windswept from his flight from Metropolis to Gotham after visiting his parents. He turns just in tine to see you walk out of the bedroom, socked feet making almost no noise as you cross the hallway towards him and give him a quick kiss.
“Hey, how are your parents doing? Or your mom, anyway, I know what your dad’s been up to.”
Jon chuckles. The other night, Superman was on every TV in the country, as he stopped a rogue government agent from setting off a nuclear missile that would have landed close to Metropolis. It was part of the reason Jon went home in the middle of the week instead of waiting for that coming Saturday.
“She’s good, and dad’s fine. It’s raining over there, by the way, which is really backwards because it’s not even windy here.”
You laugh —it’s a running joke that it’s always raining in Gotham— and your eyes widen as they find the bag he’s holding.
“Is that what I think it is?”
Jon hands you both the bag and the box, then pulls off his jacket and hangs it on his chair at the kitchen table. “Fresh cheese bread, bagels, chocolate croissants, and vanilla cupcakes, all from that bakery by my house you guys really like for some reason.” You quickly move to the kitchen and put both things on the counter before looking into the paper bag. Jon washes his hands at the sink beside you.
“Yes, oh my gosh, I’ve seriously been craving a chocolate croissant in the morning. And I could really use a cupcake after the long day of classes today, thank you.”
Jon’s moved to undressing now, stripping down to his boxers and throwing his dirty t-shirt and jeans into the washing machine as he heads to the master bedroom.
“Is Dami still working?” You quickly wash your hands and follow him, watching as he pulls a superman sleep shirt, clean boxers, and snowman pj pants from the bigger dresser to wear after he takes a shower. He makes a quick detour to drop his glasses on his end table before heading towards the bathroom.
“Yeah, his meeting is still going on. It’s already an hour later than it should have been and I’m honestly getting concerned that he’s either going to try to kill one of the board members through the screen or pass out because we both know he probably forgot to eat anything this morning, and he’s been working since before you left this afternoon.” You follow Jon as he drops his clean clothes on the vanity sink. He turns to face you.
“I know, you’re probably right. I wish there was something we could do.”
“You know he wouldn’t want us to even if we could, so I’ll just grab some pastries and set up the TV in the living room for mindless programming and we’ll wait for him.”Jon kisses your nose before turning on the shower.
“Works for me.”
When he gets out of the shower, the door to the second room is still closed, there’s a plate with two cupcakes and three bagels on the coffee table, and the TV is ready to play TLC’s “Say Yes to the Dress,” a favorite mindless TV show of both you and Jon. Damian has watched it with you both before, despite the fact that he continues to tell you it’s a waste of time. Your response tends to be somewhere along the lines of "I’m aware, but it’s a fun waste of time," and despite his complaints, Damian will never change the channel. You’re pretty sure he actually doesn’t hate it.
You’re on the second episode when you hear the door to the guest room open and the door to what you assume is the master bedroom close. The plates on the coffee table are empty, save for a buttered bagel you’ve saved for Damian, and you get up to fill a cup of water for him, too. Jon follows you to quickly put away the rest of the pastries, placing the paper bag into a plastic one so the bread doesn’t get rock solid overnight before returning to the couch.
Damian walks into the living room a few minutes later, hair messy and curly in a way that you can tell he’s teased it out of it’s carefully gelled style by repeatedly running his fingers through it. He’s wearing a black undershirt and batman pj pants, and his eyes are tired as they scan the room, and therefore you and Jon. When he gets to the couch, Damian lands heavily next to Jon, who is nestled into your right side. Your left side is close to the armrest of the couch, though there was plenty more space to sit on Jon's right if you wanted to spread out. You didn’t.
As soon as he sits down, Damian collapses sideways, flopping down across both of your laps, his torso in Jon’s and his head in yours. You’re loath to move him, especially because he only does this when he’s exhausted and feeling vulnerable, but you know he hasn’t eaten and he needs to. His eyes flutter shut as you stroke his hair.
“Love, you’ve got to sit up and eat something.” Damian’s eyes stay closed. “Dami, I know you’re tired but we all know you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast if at all.” Jon’s hand moves up towards Damian’s hair, so you switch to stroking his cheek with the pads of your thumb.
“There's even a bagel buttered the way you like it. I’m not sure how I butter a bagel incorrectly, but they did it so you know it’ll be good.” Jon says, smiling softly. You can see the adoration all over his face, and unlike Damian often does, he makes no effort to hide it.
Damian cracks one eye open before sighing softly and attempting to sit upright. Jon’s hand on his back helps him up and you hand him his bagel silently. He takes it with a mumbled expression of thanks and turns his head towards the TV, but you can tell he’s not really watching.
A bride has just said yes to a dress you think looks absolutely hideous when Damian finishes his bagel. Jon hands him the glass of water and he drinks the whole thing in just a few gulps before laying back down across your laps.
You bring your hand back to his hair, watching as his eyes flutter shut. To you, it’s almost impossible to catch when Damian slips into sleep, but you continue running your hand through the black hair—it's getting wavier and wavier the more the hair gel loses its hold—even after Jon informs you that his heart rate has evened out. Jon turns the volume down on the TV and you lean your head against his shoulder, gaze still on the TV. You’re not really watching as much as you're just looking at the screen. Jon’s warmth beside you and Damian’s weight on your lap and the TV playing softly all contribute to a peaceful environment you wish you’d never have to leave.
You do, however, thank your foresight to set alarms on your phone that go off on certain days of the week, because you’re not sure the three of you are going to make it to the bed that night, and, as much as you’d like to live in a bubble, you've to go get up for classes tomorrow morning.
#poly college series#damian wayne x reader#jon kent x reader#damian x reader x jon#damian wayne x reader x jon kent#jon kent#damian wayne#emerson writes sometimes
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Board Game Club in ❄️! Not sure if Ortho counts but feel free to add him if you want. Platonic if you can.
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It had all started with one simple question posed by a certain little boy: "Do you want to build a snowman with Nii-san?"
In truth, Azul had zero interest in winter past times--not when there was so much profit to be made from scamming clients seasonal menu items and holiday promotions. Still, it was in the octopus merman's best interests to remain in Ortho's good graces. The robot was a convenient source for intell--and what was more, Azul was risking a laser beam to his eating establishment if he said no.
"Why, I would love to make a snowman with Idia-san," Azul had gushed in response. "It would be an excellent way for the Board Game Club to bond, and I have always desired to be closer with my fellow club members."
"... Th-This feels like a set up," Idia grumbled dejectedly. He kicked at the snow, which had pooled around the base of the statue of the Sea Witch.
"You're unnecessarily riling yourself up," Azul chided him. His hand rested on the base of a half-assembled snowman. "There's nothing wrong with a little club expedition every now and again, is there?"
"We're not even a sports club."
Idia glanced helplessly at Ortho, who floated a few meters away. The robot boy only giggled and made a shooing motion. Make friends, Nii-san! he seemed to be saying.
"A-Anyway, you're acting even more suspicious than usual, Azul-shi. You've never liked this type of thing... and in the cold, no less... D-Did Ortho coerce you into this?"
"What?" Azul gasped dramatically, clutching onto his heart with all the fervor of a man that had just been shot at. "I'm well suited to this environment. The Coral Sea can be rather chilling in the winters. And I assure you, there was no such coercion. I simply wished to experience sentimental season with one of my closest friends in the entire school--that being yourself, Idia-san."
He smiled pleasantly.
Idia visibly cringed. That level of ham can only mean... "... Y-Yeah, Ortho definitely did something."
"Fufu. What a caring little brother you have. You should be more thankful that you have him." Azul patted the face of his snowman. It lacked features--but it was almost pearl-like in appearance. Round, smooth, pristine. "That is what the holidays are about, yes? Expressing one's gratitude."
"Y-You..." Idia looked at Ortho once more, then back at Azul's work in progress. He heaved a defeated sigh. "I-I'll put together the face, I guess... I didn't spend hours customizing my MMORPG character for nothing, so I'll definitely make this snowman look cool!"
"That's the spirit, Idia-san."
Azul stepped back and allowed his upperclassman to have at it. As they went about their work, the snow continued to drift down like bales of powder sugar upon the world. Visions of gingerbread and sugar plums for the frosted winter danced in Azul's head-and shaved ice and snow cones for the summer to come.
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Stiles- If I Can’t Have You, No One Can (Obsessed Part 4)
A/N: When I was initally writing this series I had a set plan for where I wanted it to end and how. I was recently rewatching the last few episodes of season 2 and I got struck with some inspiration. Let me know down below if you guys want a part 5 so I can continue the series!
TRIGGER WARNING: Stalking, kidnapping
Here are the links for Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.
“Right there!” Stiles cried, frantically gesturing toward the computer screen on his dad’s desk. “Stop! Stop! See? There he is again.”
They were scrolling through hours of security footage recorded at the hospital the night one of Matt’s victims was killed. So far, all they had managed to capture were shots of him with his back turned. This tape was no different.
“You mean there’s the back of his head again,” the Sheriff told him.
“Okay, but look. He’s talking to someone!”
Scott followed Stiles’ gaze. His eyes widened. “He’s talking to my mom.”
He hastily pulled out his phone out of his jeans and called his mom, hoping she would be able to confirm that it was Matt. Stiles tapped his foot nervously as they talked. His shoulders slumped in relief when he heard her say that Matt was the one she had seen.
“Alright,” the Sheriff said when she hung up. He picked up a manila evidence folder from his desk.
“We’ve got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site...”
“And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders,” Stiles said. “The trailer, the hospital, and the rave.”
“Actually four,” the Sheriff told him, flipping through the documents in the folder. “A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt a few hours before the murder.”
Stiles let out a sigh of relief. “Alright, Dad, if one’s an incident, two’s a coincidence, and three’s a pattern, what’s four?”
“Four’s enough for a warrant.”
Stiles curled his fist in triumph. “We can find Y/n.”
“Scott, call your mom back. See how quickly she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott’s mom in when she gets here.”
“On it.” Stiles nodded hastily and turned down the hall.
His whole body was humming with adrenaline now. He had spent the whole night terrified, wondering what Matt was doing to you. Stiles knew you were probably betting on the fact that they would find you. After all, it was what he would have done in your situation.
You have saved each other plenty of times before, and now it was his turn again. He knew he could do it, he just wasn’t sure what Matt would do to you in the meantime.
Stiles had tried his best to protect you, but he knew it hadn’t been enough. He should have pushed harder when he suggested you go to the police the other night. He should have kept a closer eye on you at the party, but he had been too caught up in his own issues.
He tried to shake off those thoughts as he walked down the halls of the station, telling himself that he still had time to make up for it. He had told you the other night that everything he did was to keep you safe, and that was still true.
As he rounded the corner of the hall, Stiles realized that the officer on duty was no longer standing at the front desk.
“Hello?” he called, looking around for her.
That was when he noticed her black combat boot sticking out from behind the corner of the desk. He felt a shiver run down his spine, and he realized she was lying on the floor among a mess of fallen papers. Her eyes were wide open, but they weren’t moving, and her tan uniform was stained dark red with blood.
She was dead, but as Stiles took in the horrific sight, he also noticed another chilling detail. The holster on her hip was empty. Someone had taken her gun.
Stiles stumbled back, turning around, only to come face to face with you.“Y/n?”
Tears were slipping from your eyes, and your lip was trembling. You looked terrified, standing there in your disheveled dress. It was the same one you had been wearing at the party last night.
Matt was standing behind you, one hand one your shoulder as he pressed the dead officer’s gun into your back.
“If you make one move I’ll shoot her,” he told Stiles.
Stiles reluctantly held up his hands. “Okay. Okay, fine.”
“I’m sorry,” you mouthed, but he shook his head. You had to know this wasn’t your fault.
Matt kept the barrel of the gun pressed against your back as Stiles led you further into the station. He turned into his dad’s office, and you realized that the Sheriff and your brother were also there.
“Y/n!” Scott cried.
He started forward, but Matt ordered him to stop, waving the gun so he and the others could see it.
“Matt,” the Sheriff said slowly. He held up his hands.
“It’s Matt, right? Matt, whatever’s going on, I guarantee there’s a solution that doesn’t involve a gun.”
Matt’s lips curled into a sick grin. “You know it’s funny you say that, because I don’t think you’re aware of just how right you are.”
“I know you don’t wanna hurt people-”
“Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You four weren’t on my list, but I could be persuaded...and one way is to try calling somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing.”
Scott ripped his hand out of his pocket, looking between you and Stiles apologetically.
“That...that could definitely get someone hurt.”
“Everyone?” Matt gestured with the gun, and you knew he was telling them to give up their phones. “Now!”
“Come on,” the Sheriff told the boys calmly.
Stiles looked back at you.
“Pretty sure he tossed mine out the window last night,” you muttered.
Matt led the four of you to the tiny jail at the back of the station. There, he made Stiles handcuff his dad to a bench. You felt your stomach drop. Now the three of you were completely on your own with Matt.
He waved the three of you in front of him and forced you to walk up to the front of the station. As you passed by another hallway, you gasped.
Three other officers were lying in the hallway and all of them appeared to be dead. Their chests had been ripped open so forcefully that every wall around them was splattered with blood.
You looked away, fighting the urge to vomit.
“What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?” Scott demanded.
“No,” Matt said with a scoff. “That’s what Jackson’s for. I just think about killing them...and he does it.”
He forced you back into Stilinski’s office, where he made Stiles log into his dad’s computer. Matt had him delete every bit of evidence, including the video footage of him at the hospital. Scott was destroying the paper evidence in the shredder, including the shoe prints that would have matched Matt’s boots.
Stiles glared at Matt from behind the desk, wanting to rip him apart as he stroked his fingers down your hair. He had forced you to sit next to him on the couch, and you were currently staring intently at the tiled floor.
Stiles had already seen the bruises Matt had left on your throat. The only thing keeping him from jumping across that desk was the knowledge that Matt would have Jackson rip all of you to pieces at a moment’s notice.
“Deleted,” he told Matt bitterly, gesturing toward the computer. “And we’re done. So, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it, because they killed you first-whatever that means-we’re good here, right? I’ll just get my dad and we’ll go. You know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing, enjoy the Kanima.”
Before he could respond, the glow of headlights swept through the windows. You could hear tires crunching on the gravel of the parking lot outside.
“Sounds like your mom’s here,” Matt told you and Scott.
“Matt, don’t do this,” you begged.
“When she comes to the door, we’ll just tell her to leave,” Scott added. “I’ll tell her we didn’t find anything! Please, Matt.”
The sound of the metal door creaking open echoed through the station, and Matt grinned. “If you don’t move now, I’m gonna kill Y/n first, and then your mom.”
He pressed the gun up against your back, and Scott glared at him. Matt pulled you up by the back of your dress and gestured for Scott and Stiles to go first.
“Open it,” he ordered Scott, when you had made your way back to the front lobby.
“Please,” Scott begged one more time.
“Open. The. Door,” Matt told him, enunciating each word carefully.
Scott reached out, shaking his head regretfully. When he turned the knob, the door slowly creaked open to reveal the person standing there. It wasn’t your mom, but Derek Hale.
“Oh thank god,” Scott breathed.
But Derek simply stared at him. Then, he pitched forward and slammed straight onto the floor below. Jackson was standing behind him, half transformed. He held up one scaly hand, still dripping with clear venom, and stalked into the lobby.
Matt walked over and knelt in front of Derek, flipping him on his back. He was now completely paralyzed.
“This is the one controlling him?” Derek asked from the floor. “This kid?”
“Well, Derek, not everyone’s lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf.”
Matt straightened up, glancing between you, Scott, and Stiles. “That’s right! I’ve learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas...it’s like a freakin’ halloween party every full moon.”
He smirked. “Except for you Stiles. What do you turn into?”
Stiles glared at him.
“Abominable snowman,” he snarked. “But it’s more of, like, a wintertime thing. You know...seasonal.”
Matt rolled his eyes, and in seconds, Jackson was swiping his claws across the back of Stiles neck.
“Hey!” you cried.
“Bitch,” Stiles swore at Matt, before his knees went out from under him. He crashed onto the ground, right on top of Derek’s chest.
“Get him off of me,” Derek growled.
Matt laughed. “Oh, I don’t know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must suck though, having all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you’re not used to feeling this helpless.”
Derek glared up at him from the floor. “Still got some teeth. Scoot down here a little closer, huh? We’ll see how helpless I am.”
“Yeah, bitch.”
Stiles’ voice was muffled from being facedown against Derek’s chest, but you couldn’t help but smile.
For the second time that night, headlights flashed through the windows of the sheriff’s station. You could hear another car pulling to a stop outside.
“Is that your mom?” Matt asked. “Do what I tell you to, and I won’t hurt her. I won’t even let Jackson near her.
“Scott, don’t trust him,” Stiles mumbled into Derek’s shirt.
Scott remained frozen in front of the door, but Matt was impatient. He reached forward, snatching you by your hair and tugging you back against him. He wrapped his arm around your neck, squeezing against your windpipe and cutting off your breath.
“This work better for you?” he asked Scott.
You reached up, scratching at his arms, but he didn’t even flinch.
“Okay, stop, just stop,” your brother begged.
“Then do what I tell you to!” Matt spat.
“Okay, alright, stop!”
Matt finally let you go, right as you were on the verge of blacking out. You hit the floor on your hands and knees, gasping and dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
“You,” Matt said, gesturing to Jackson. “Take them in there. You two, with me.”
He yanked you up off the ground by your arm, and gestured for Scott to open the door as Jackson hauled Derek and Stiles out of the lobby.
When the door finally opened, Matt pulled you behind the corner of the hallway. You could hear the door squeaking open, and your mom asking “Scott?”
You were trembling as Matt held you back against his chest. What would he do to your mom?”
“You scared me,” you heard her say. “Where is everyone?”
That was when Matt shoved you out in front of him. Your mom gasped your name. As far as she had known, you were still missing.
When she saw Matt come out behind you and press the gun against your back, she froze.
“Mom,” Scott told her nervously. “Just do what he says. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you.”
“He’s right,” Matt agreed.
Then, he raised the gun, and shot Scott in the stomach. You and your mom both screamed, but as she rushed forward, Matt pointed the gun at you.
“But I didn’t say I wouldn’t hurt him.”
Scott was holding himself up using the wall, just barely managing to not fall to his knees. He had one hand pressed against his side, and blood was beginning to pool through his shirt. You knew he would heal from the gunshot wound, but your mom didn’t.
She tried to step forward, but Matt waved the gun.
“Back! Back!” he ordered.
“Mom,” Scott choked. “Mom, do it. Please mom.”
You could hear Stiles' dad from all the way at the back of the station. He had undoubtedly heard the gunshot.
“Matt! Matt, listen to me-!”
“Shut up!” Matt roared. “Shut up! Everybody shut the hell up!”
He gestured to Scott before training the gun back on you. “Get up, or I shoot your sister next.”
“Please,” your mom begged. Tears were running down her cheeks. “He needs to see a doctor.”
Matt tilted his head. “You think so?”
“It’s alright,” Scott insisted. “I’m okay.”
“No, sweetie, you’re not,” your mom insisted.
She began to babble about how he was just feeling the adrenaline, how he needed to get to the hospital. You looked over at your brother, and he met your eyes. There was no way he was going to be able to keep his secret after this, provided you all made it out alive.
“They have no idea, do they?” Matt asked you.
You didn’t answer him. Your mom was still trying to convince Matt to let her take Scott to the hospital.
“Lady, if you keep talking, I’m going to put the next bullet in her head.”
He raised the gun to your skull. Your breath caught in your throat when you felt the barrel of the gun against your skin.
Your mom took a deep breath, and held up her hands. Tears were streaming down her face, leaving wet lines of black mascara. “Okay...okay.”
Matt shoved you in front of him, pushing you down the hall. He paraded you back through the station, and locked your mom into the cell next to the bench Stilinski was cuffed to.
When Matt shut the cell door, your mom reached out through the bars, grasping your hand tightly. “You’re okay?”
You nodded, tears slipping from your own eyes. “I’m okay. Stiles and Scott made sure I was safe.”
“Back to the front McCall!” Matt barked. “Both of you!”
You glanced back at your mom reluctantly as Matt shoved you in front of him. He walked behind you and your brother as you headed out into the hallway. Then, he herded you into the station breakroom.
There were a few tables and some chairs, but even though you were exhausted, you were too afraid to sit down. Scott leaned against one of the tables, still grasping his bloody side. You guessed the wound wasn’t fully healed yet. If the bullet hadn’t exited, it wouldn’t be able to close unless someone pulled it out.
“The evidence is gone,” Scott told him. “Why don’t you just go?” Matt raised his eyebrows. “You really think the evidence mattered that much? No. No, I want the book.”
“What book?” Scott asked him,
“The bestiary!” Matt snarled. “And not just a few pages. I want the entire thing.”
“I don’t have it. It’s Gerard’s. You told him that, didn’t you?” He was looking at you now. You shrugged. “I tried.”
Scott glanced back over at Matt. “What do you need it for, anyway?”
“I need answers.”
“Answers to what?”
Frustrated, Matt yanked up the edge of his shirt, revealing his scale-covered side. “To this!”
Scott’s eyes went wide. If Matt was turning into another kanima, there was nothing stopping him from killing whoever he wanted. When you looked at your brother’s face, you had the sneaking suspicion that you two would be next on his list.
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Stiles laid on the floor of the station, staring up at the ceiling. The tiled floor was cold against his back, which was a welcome relief considering sweat was dripping down his neck. He wasn’t sure whether it was just hot in the station, or if he was nervous. If he was being honest, it was both.
He and Derek had been lying there for what felt like hours, but Stiles knew it was probably only thirty minutes.
“Hey,” he said, breaking the silence. “Do you know what’s happening to Matt?”
“I know the book’s not gonna help him,” Derek said grimly. “You can’t just break the rules. Not like this.”
Stiles tried to look over at him from the corner of his eye.
“What do you mean?”
“The universe balances things out. It always does.”
“Is it because he’s using Jackson to kill people who don’t deserve it?”
“And killing people himself,” Derek added.
Stiles thought for a moment. “So if he breaks the rules of the Kanima, he becomes the Kanima?”
“Balance,” Derek agreed.
“Will he believe us if we tell him that?”
“Probably not.”
Stiles sighed. “Okay, he’s gonna kill all of us once he gets that book, isn’t he?”
“Yep...except for maybe Scott’s sister.”
Stiles gritted his teeth. “I’m gonna kick his ass the second I can move again.”
“That’s a great way to get her throat ripped out too.”
Stiles didn’t respond. He knew Derek was right, but a part of him wanted to go after Matt without thinking about the consequences. He knew he had left those bruises on your neck. He knew that the minute you shattered Matt’s fantasy, he would kill you too. He had to do something before that happened.
“I know you’re in love with her.”
Stiles swallowed at Derek’s words. “Maybe.”
“I can tell. I know you’d do anything to save her, but right now, we need to be smarter.”
“Alright,” Stiles relented. “So what do we do? Do we just sit here and wait to die?”
“Unless I can figure out a way to push the toxin out of my body faster, like triggering the healing process.”
“Wha-”
He glanced down, only to realize that Derek’s claws were now protruding from his fingers. They had grown into his jeans, right into his skin, where blood was beginning to ooze.
Stiles gagged. “Oh, gross.”
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Back in the breakroom of the station, Matt shook his head, letting his shirt fall back down. He glanced between you and Scott.
“You know, I feel sorry for you guys. Cause right now you’re probably thinking ‘How am I gonna explain this when it heals?’. And the sad part is, you don’t even realize how incredible it is that you are healing. Cause you know what happens to anyone else when they get shot? They die!”
You and Scott exchanged uneasy glances.
“Is that what happened to you?” your brother asked.
Matt was silent. He was staring at the ground, but he didn’t look as vicious as he had earlier. He actually seemed kind of tired. Scott seemed to notice this too, so he continued to press.
“You drowned, didn’t you?”
“He shouldn’t have let them drink,” Matt muttered, still staring at the floor.
“What?” you asked. “Who? Matt, what do you mean?”
“Lahey!” He suddenly exploded. “He shouldn’t have let them drink.”
You flinched back, closer to your brother.
“What?” Scott asked. “Who was drinking?”
“The swim team, you idiot! I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know they had just won State…”
You and Scott listened to Matt as he went on and on. He explained how, when he was in eighth grade, he had been heading over to Isaac’s to trade comics. Mr. Lahey was throwing a party for his swim team and letting them drink around the pool. All of Matt’s victims had been there. Tucker, Cara, Bennett, even Jessica and Shawn, the married couple.
They were joking around when Matt came into the backyard, tossing each other into the pool. Isaac’s brother Camden decided to throw Matt in too. They didn’t know he couldn’t swim.
“And the next thing I know, I’m lying by the pool,” Matt explained. “And Lahey’s standing over me, and he’s saying ‘You don’t know how to swim? What little bastard doesn’t know how to swim? You say nothing. You tell no one.’ And I didn’t.”
He let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “I would wake up every night, gasping for breath. My parents thought I was an asthamatic. They even got me and inhaler. They didn’t know that everytime I closed my eyes, I…I was drowning.”
He was silent for a few moments, and then he looked back at you and Scott. “And then came Kate Argent’s funeral.”
His lips began to curl into a smile as he explained how he had realized he and Jackson were bonded.
“I was taking some photos, and then, purely by accident, Lahey gets in one of them. I looked down at my camera, and I just had this unbelievable rage that filled up inside of me. I looked at him and I just...I wanted to see him dead.”
Matt let out a disbelieving laugh. “And the next day, he actually was! You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology, like...like the Furies coming down to punish Orestes.”
He looked over at Scott, who was staring at him, dumbfounded. Matt rolled his eyes. “You have no idea what I’m talking about do you?”
Scott swallowed. “Was that...was that the guy that stabbed out his eyes.”
“That’s Oedipus, you dumbass!” Matt barked.
His gaze snapped over at you. “You know what I’m talking about don’t you?”
You nodded carefully. “The furies were deities of vengeance, weren’t they?”
Matt nodded. “Their tears ran of blood and they had snakes for hair. If there was a crime that had gone unpunished, the Furies would do the punishing. Jackson is my Fury. You know, when I saw him the next night, I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again.”
Matt began to smile to himself again. “So I went to Tucker’s garage. I even paid for an oil change, and guess what? He didn’t even recognize me! So when he wasn’t looking, I took a shot of him with my camera...and in a few hours, he was dead. So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture, and Jackson would take their life.”
You glanced over at Scott, who looked just as concerned as you were. Matt was giving no indication that he would stop the killings. You were pretty sure that he and Stiles were next on his list.
Scott opened his mouth, maybe to try and convince Matt to let you all go, but he never got the chance to speak. The thick, acrid smell of smoke filled the air, and suddenly the room was engulfed in a white cloud.
Sirens began to wail, echoing through the halls of the station. They let out a sharp, bleating sound that hurt your ears.
“What is this?!” Matt demanded. “What’s happening? What’s going on?!”
He suddenly reached out, snatching you by the arm.
“I don’t know!” Scott cried. “Y/n, where are you?”
“I’m right here!”
He reached out, trying to see if he could grab you, but Matt yanked you backward against him. He pressed his gun against your side and forced you out the nearest exit.
Bright yellow emergency lights began to flicker, illuminating the breakroom. Jackson passed you and Matt as you left the room. He was headed right toward Scott. You tried to pull out of his grasp, but he dug his nails into your arm.
“Scott!” you screamed.
“I’ll have Jackson rip your mom apart next,” he snarled.
He dragged you through the halls of the station, keeping the gun pressed tightly against your side. The smoke was starting to dissipate now, and the flashing lights ensured that Matt knew where he was going.
He shoved open a door and hauled you into a darkened garage. The long room was bordered by bay doors on one side. A few desks littered the room, but it was mostly filled with police squad cars or transport vans.
Matt dragged you past tool carts and spare tires, and you struggled not to trip.
“Please, Matt,” you begged. “Just let me go.”
“Shut up!” Matt snapped. He looked around frantically until he spotted a door with a glowing, red exit sign. He pushed you toward it and forced you outside.
Cool air hit your face as you stepped out into the night, but you didn’t have time to appreciate it. He broke into a run, keeping one hand on your arm as he pulled you further from the building. Panic began to build in your chest.
A couple hundred yards ahead, the clearing you and Matt were running through ended with a line of trees. There was a small creek running at the edge of it. Farther downstream, a bridge crossed over the water. Matt began to pull you in the opposite direction.
Suddenly, you stumbled, falling onto your knees in the grass. Matt reached down to haul you up, but when his guard was down, you knocked the gun out of his hand. It landed somewhere in the grass, and he was unable to see where it went in the dark.
You scrambled onto your feet as Matt felt for the gun in the grass, but when he realized you were running, he abandoned it.
“No!”
He tackled you to the ground before you could even make it five feet away, and the impact knocked the wind out of you.
You squirmed, but he quickly pinned you down into the grass.
“Get off me!” you gasped, but his hands were pressing your wrists into the grass.
He smiled down at you, but there was an empty look in his eyes. Your heart began to pound even harder against your chest.
“Do you remember when I said that I’m not the type of guy that’s gonna say something like ‘If I can’t have her, no one can.’?”
You writhed under him, but your exhaustion had caught up with you. He was much stronger, and now that he was turning into another kanima, you didn’t have a chance of fighting him off.
Matt didn’t wait for you to respond to him. He just kept talking and grinning down at you with that sick look in his eyes.
“See, that’s not entirely true,” he mused. “Because, Y/n, if I can’t have you. No one can.”
Then his hands were on your neck, squeezing. You fought him, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. He was going to kill you.
You reached up, scratching at his hands and wrists. You could feel his skin peeling away under your nails and the warm, wet blood you were drawing. Still, it wasn’t enough.
Your vision was beginning to cloud. Your attempts to fight him off were growing weaker by the second. All you could think of was Stiles.
The two of you always seemed to be saving each other in one way or another. This time, you had hoped he would be able to rescue you, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen. You knew there was no use in hoping for anything else.
Instead, you tried to think about something good. As your mind wandered, you thought of Stiles’ honey brown eyes. You thought of the surprise and delight on his face when you said something funny that he hadn’t expected. You remembered the way he had kissed you the night at the rave, his hands warm on your cheeks.
Everything was beginning to go dark, but you were content. You swore you could hear Stiles’ voice, warm and soothing...and then it was gone.
You opened your eyes, taking one painful, gasping breath. Matt’s weight was no longer on top of you. You rolled over onto your side, desperately sucking in air as you struggled to lift yourself up into a sitting position in the grass.
You looked around, wondering what had happened. That was when you saw Matt being dragged down the hill by Gerard Argent, of all people. You didn’t understand what was happening at first, but then, Gerard threw him down into the bed of the creek.
Gerard waded out until he was knee-deep in the water. Then he grabbed Matt by his t-shirt and thrust his head under water. You watched, horrified, as he drowned him in the creek.
That was when you ran, occasionally glancing over your shoulder to make sure Gerard wouldn’t follow you. He didn’t even look up. Either he would come after you later, or he just didn’t care.
You sprinted past the bridge, only to have a pair of arms reach out and snatch you back. You opened your mouth to scream, but a hand clamped down over your lips, muffling the sound.
You were pushed up against the side of the bridge, the rough stone scraping against your back. When you saw who had grabbed you, your eyes went wide. It was Peter Hale.
It suddenly crossed your mind that maybe you hadn’t escaped Matt in the clearing. Maybe you were dead. Maybe that was why you were face to face with Peter, whose throat Derek had slashed open last month.
He held one finger to his lips as he stared down at you, and while you should have been terrified, you had the odd feeling that he wouldn’t hurt you.
“Watch,” he said quietly.
He grabbed you by the shoulders and spun you around, forcing you to look back at Matt and Gerard. You could see Matt’s motionless body floating in the water. Gerard was now standing up on the bank of the creek, his clothes still dripping wet. His lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. It didn’t seem to matter, because what you saw next told you everything you needed to know.
The Kanima was creeping out from the shadows, wandering toward Gerard on its hands and feet. Instead of running, Gerard lifted one arm and raised his palm. The Kanima moved closer, hesitantly. Then it lifted up one scaly, clawed hand, and touched its palm to Gerard’s.
He was now its master.
“Go,” Peter urged in your ear. “Tell your brother what you saw.”
You blinked up at him, confused. “Why?”
A smile played at the edge of Peter’s lips. “I have a feeling we’re all on the same team now.”
He let go of your shoulders and you slowly backed away from him, keeping your eyes trained on his shadowy form the entire time. When you were a few yards away, you turned your back and took off running toward the station.
Your chest was burning as you raced back toward Scott and the others. When you pushed open the doors of the station, several officers whirled around and trained their guns on you. You guessed Stiles’ dad had called for backup at some point.
As you threw up your hands, you were able to see the Sheriff, your mom, and Stiles all standing in the lobby.
“Y/n!” Stiles cried. “Oh thank god.”
The officers lowered their guns, and Stiles rushed over. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. You froze in his arms, not quite sure how to handle his touch. The feeling of being caged against him made your skin crawl. Though you hated to admit it, it reminded you of Matt.
He pulled away suddenly, realizing you weren’t reciprocating.
“Hey...are-are you okay?”
You shook your head, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. The lights of the station were too bright, and the sound of the deputies’ boots thumping on the floor caused you to flinch. You didn’t even know where to start.
Stiles watched in shock as you suddenly burst into tears. He wanted to reach out and hold you, but by the way you had just reacted, he was afraid to touch you.
“Oh, uh…”
Before he could think of anything to say, your mom rushed over and put a hand on your back. “Let’s get you somewhere quiet, Sweetheart.”
She cast a sympathetic glance in Stiles’ direction and led you down the hall. The Sheriff followed after the two of you, no doubt planning to take your statement. Matt was nowhere to be found, and Stiles was willing to bet you knew what happened to him.
He wanted to follow, but he knew if he did, his dad would just kick him out of the room. You were a witness now, and they would need an official statement from you.
Scott came jogging down the hallway. Stiles realized he must have heard you come back.
By then, the door to the office you had disappeared into was shut.
Scott headed over to Stiles. “What happened?”
“I don’t know,” Stiles admitted. “But I don’t think your sister’s okay.”
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Cove x MC - One Shot #3 (request)
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SPOILER WARNING: Don't read if you haven't finished Step 3!
Your insides bubbled with excitement as the car neared the cabin nestled deeply in the forest. The fresh blanket of snow was nearly blinding in the bright morning sun. You looked over to your driver, Cove, who wore a focused scowl.
Cove: We made it. I can’t believe we made it.
Y/N: Isn’t it gorgeous? There is so much SNOW.
Cove smiled at you with apprehension. This trip was a special one for many reasons. You were both freshly 19, so it was your first holiday together as independent adults. On that note, it was also your first holiday away from your families. You felt more down about that than Cove did. His main gripe was the snow, and it was unmistakable in his expression. Cove parked the car in the designated snowless space. You both stepped out, Cove with a little less enthusiasm than you did.
Cove: Snow, snow, and more snow.
The cabin was glowing and decked out in beautiful Christmas decorations. An intermingling of garland and lights hung across the roof. More garland and Christmas baubles framed the frosted windows. Oversized candy canes lined the pathway up to the porch. The wreath on the front door was massive. It hung proudly with a cute snowman proclaiming “Let it Snow!”
Cove: The owners didn’t hold back out here. It’s impressive.
Mesmerized, you could only nod. The online advertisement described the cabin as a pre-decorated Christmas escape. The images you showed Cove online were spectacular, but they did not do justice to the real thing.
Not wanting to stand outside any longer, Cove moved to the trunk and began unloading the luggage. Cove first extracted a suitcase that he claimed was not filled entirely with gifts for you. Your gift for Cove lived safely in your own suitcase, already wrapped and ready to go. He then removed both of your clothing-packed suitcases. You were proud of your ability to convince Cove to bring winter-appropriate clothing to this trip.
You helped Cove drag the luggage to the front door. The host messaged you the entrance code before your arrival. You punched it into the keypad which stood in place of a normal keyhole. 1-2-2-5. Clever.
You paused for dramatic effect, then slowly opened the door to reveal the inside. It looked like a Christmas bomb went off, in the best way possible. You squealed and bounded inside first, leaving Cove to the luggage.
The cabin was small and cozy. The kitchen and living area were open to each other. There was no bedroom, only a pull-out couch that sat comfortably in front of a fireplace. The only other doors in the cabin were for the bathroom and a storage closet.
The Christmas tree drew in your eyes first. You stepped closer to inspect it and inhale the sweet evergreen scent. The tree skirt was wide and inviting to colorful wrapped boxes. Cranberry and popcorn strands wrapped the tree from bottom to top. An assortment of ornaments littered the branches. You peered into one of the big red baubles and smiled at your distorted reflection. Finally, you tilted your head upwards to take in the tree topper— a stunning golden star.
You spun around excitedly to appreciate the rest of the decorations. There wasn’t a corner or window without winter greenery. Festive cushions sat on either side of the couch. Stockings hung by the chimney with care. A miniature village of joyful folk lived on a console table by the entrance. You turned to face Cove, who had just finished lugging everything inside by himself. He shut the door and smiled at you, happy that you were already having a magical time.
Y/N: I’m sorry, Cove. I got a little carried away with—
You halted your own sentence. Your gaze drew upward to the ceiling above Cove. A mistletoe hung delicately in the doorway. Cove followed your sight, twisting his head for a better view. You strode towards him before he could speak. You stared at him intently and wiggled one of your eyebrows. He met your gaze again, already blushing intensely.
Cove: It’s one of those...
His sentence trailed off as you stepped even closer and hushed him.
Y/N: Just kiss me, you big, beautiful dumbass.
Cove gulped hard. He gently took your face in his cold hands. You hoped the heat from your blushing face would warm them. He bent towards you as you stood on your toes to meet the kiss. Your lips danced together sweetly. You parted after a moment and stared into each other's eyes. Cove’s ocean blue eyes glistened and crinkled with the wide smile that spread across his face. You dove into a hug, wrapping your arms around his tall frame. He returned the hug enthusiastically.
Cove: Let’s get everything unpacked and unwind. I need to get that fireplace lit as soon as possible.
You agreed and helped Cove locate a suitable location for the luggage. He paused with his gift-laden suitcase in hand. Face lost in thought, Cove's grip tightened on the suitcase.
Y/N: Everything okay, Cove?
Cove: Today is Christmas Eve.
Y/N: That it is.
Cove: Presents go under the tree on Christmas Eve.
You chuckled at his observations, but allowed him to continue speaking. He brushed it off casually.
Cove: I want this to be special, Y/N. If I put the gifts under the tree now you’ll see them and start wondering what’s inside.
The concern in his tone was apparent. It was just like Cove to worry so deeply about something most people wouldn’t think about. You pondered for a moment.
Y/N: Wait for me to fall asleep tonight, then sneak them under the tree like the real Santa Claus.
Cove laughed at the implication of a “real” Santa Claus. You were glad to see his mood lighten. He hesitated, then set the suitcase behind the others, careful to conceal it. Perhaps in an attempt to block you from using your x-ray vision to see through the luggage. You thought it was ridiculous, but in the sweetest way. Satisfied with the arrangement, Cove slapped his hands against his legs.
Cove: Well, now what? What Christmas activities does Y/N have planned today?
Y/N: Let me just pull out my Christmas to-do list.
You spoke sarcastically with a twinkle in your eyes. Cove rolled his eyes lightheartedly and wandered to the fireplace. While he fiddled with it you sank heavily into the couch. With an enthused “Aha!” from Cove, the fireplace roared to life. It crackled pleasantly.
Cove turned around to smile at you sweetly. He patted the ground next to him. You got up and settled in next to Cove. He wrapped his arm around you and drew you in closer. You immediately appreciated the warmth from both Cove and the fireplace. You leaned on his shoulder.
You spent the rest of the morning watching Christmas movies and munching on candy canes. For lunch, you and Cove made macaroni and cheese. You both welcomed the gooey warmth of the meal.
Imbued with energy from lunch, you leapt from your seat and proclaimed.
Y/N: We have to go outside and enjoy the snow before the sun goes down.
Cove made a sour face and spoke quietly without looking up from his now empty bowl.
Cove: Enjoy, yeah…
You sighed and clenched your jaw, restraining yourself. You knew Cove would be difficult regarding the snow, but hoped the special occasion would nudge him along.
Y/N: Fine. I’ll go outside myself.
Cove’s head immediately snapped up and he stared at you with wide, pleading eyes. He didn’t expect you to so easily give up on convincing him. You maintained an unimpressed expression while he spoke.
Cove: No, Y/N. I’ll come with you. You know I love spending time with you no matter what.
Your expression cracked with a hint of a smile, but you regained control.
Y/N: You’re going to hate it. Don’t bother.
You weren’t sure why you were being so stubborn with this. Cove was willing to compromise, but you still felt annoyed that his initial reaction put a damper on your mood. You shut your eyes tightly, now irritated by your own childishness.
Cove stood up and firmly gripped your shoulders. He waited for you to look at him. You met his gaze and stuck out your bottom lip in a small pout.
Cove: Let’s go build a snowman. It’ll be like building a sandcastle.
You sighed, but couldn’t resist his comforting voice and adoring eyes.
Y/N: I’m going to have to bundle you in layers. Gloves, a hat, maybe even a scarf.
Cove cringed at each word that escaped your lips. He nodded anyway. You both put on more winter gear in preparation for the snow activities. You held open the door for Cove, who hesitantly stepped outside.
Cove: This is way worse than the ice skating rink.
Y/N: You don’t say?
You loved teasing Cove for his blunt and often obvious statements, but he knew you adored him for it. He scoffed and stuck his tongue out at you.
Y/N: Careful with that, might get stuck on a pole.
Cove retreated his tongue and blushed lightly. You gently poked his tummy then grabbed his hand to lead him into the snow. You chose a wide open space away from the cabin for your snowman’s home. You started shoveling snow into a pile. Cove stood reluctantly nearby. You didn’t want to push him, but hoped he would join in the building.
To your surprise, it was only a moment before Cove dug his gloved hands into the snow. He smiled at you shakily while adding to your growing pile of snow. You went back and forth between adding snow and rounding the pile into a snowman base. Cove’s big hands proved useful in this endeavor. With the base done, you moved onto the head.
Y/N: We have to make the head smaller than the body.
Cove: How small? Do you want to give him a shrunken head?
You cackled at the thought, but shook your head.
Y/N: I think he deserves a normal sized head.
Between the two of you, the snowman’s head slowly grew. You stepped back to assess the size.
Y/N: I think that’s perfect. What do you think, Cove?
Cove stepped back as well and tilted his head. He spoke matter-of-factly.
Cove: Looks like a snowman.
Y/N: Not yet, he needs a face and arms.
You scoured the ground around you for twigs, leaves, and rocks. Cove did the same.
Cove: If only we had seashells. That would bring it all together.
With your findings combined, you got to work on designing the snowman. His face came together in a wide smile made of various pebbles. Leaves stuck to the top of his head represented the hair. Two sticks on either side of his body became the arms. Cove found several small pinecones to pin on his front like an array of buttons. Finally, the nose. You didn’t have a carrot on hand, so you opted for another one of Cove’s pointier pinecones.
Once again, you stepped back with Cove to admire your work. You wrapped your arm around him in a side hug, he returned the gesture with an arm around your shoulder.
Y/N: He’s beautiful.
You pretended to dramatically wipe a tear from your eye.
Cove: We should name him.
You agreed, and began to ponder names that would fit the snowman. After much deliberation, you settled on Sandy, as a memento of the inspiration for his existence.
Y/N: Sandy the Snowman, it really is perfect.
Cove: Next time we’re at the beach we should build a sandman and name him Snowy.
Cove waggled his eyebrows at you, hoping for a reaction to his hilarious joke. You couldn’t contain the grin that emerged from within. You were suddenly overcome by a wave of affection for Cove. His dorky jokes, the way he looked at you, his willingness to put his own comfort aside for your sake. You wanted nothing more than to push him down into the snow and ravage him. Knowing better, you instead decided to grab his hand again and lead him back indoors.
Cove followed with a small gasp at your sudden insistence. Once inside, you leaned Cove against the door and pressed your lips into his. You were desperate for his warmth. He returned the kiss passionately, running his fingers through your hair. You broke away from Cove, satisfied with your second mistle-toe kiss. Cove stood bewildered, disappointed by losing the warmth of your lips. You winked at him, never tiring of teasing your flustered fiancé.
You spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying each other’s company. You played board games, sang Christmas songs, and drank hot chocolate. As the evening emerged, a light snowfall began outside. You gazed out the window, hypnotized by the dancing snowflakes. Your eyes began to droop, and you felt the weight of the day pulling you down. You yawned and turned to Cove, who was already turning the couch into a bed. He must have sensed your weariness.
Cove threw some blankets and pillows into the bed and you dove right into the inviting warmth. He joined you and extended his arm to make his chest available to your sleepy head. You nuzzled in and closed your eyes, ready to drift away…
You stirred awake at the feeling of the mattress shifting. Your eyes fluttered open and tried to adjust to the darkness. Cove was climbing back into bed. It was completely dark outside, you judged it must have been a few hours after you fell asleep. Still half asleep, you muttered quietly to Cove.
Y/N: Santa, baby…
You couldn’t see his expression through the darkness, instead you heard a small chuckle. You held your arms out limply, hoping for a Cove cuddle. He took you in his arms and kissed the top of your head. You continued feebly, in a sleepy sing-song voice.
Y/N: So hurry down the chimney tonight…
Cove chuckled again and stroked your cheek gently.
Cove: I love you so much.
That was the last thing you heard before falling back into a deep slumber. Several hours later, the morning sun woke you. Cove was sleeping peacefully next to you, likely exhausted from playing Santa Claus last night. You turned over and rested your body on his chest. You peppered his face in tiny kisses until he awoke. His eyes eased open, a smile already growing across his face.
Y/N: Merry Christmas, Cove.
Cove: Merry Christmas, Y/N.
Unable to contain your excitement, you leapt out of bed, leaving Cove to fully wake himself up. You ran to your suitcase and recovered the small wrapped gift you got for Cove. You decided to place it beneath the already populated tree. Your jaw dropped seeing how many gifts Cove got you. You placed the gift down carefully and went to check on Cove.
Y/N: Please tell me you’re ready to open gifts.
Cove: I’m ready, but you have to open yours first.
You didn’t argue, you wanted to save your gift to Cove for last anyway. He joined you by the tree and sat cross-legged across from you.
Y/N: Where should I start? Is there any order to this madness?
Cove thought for a moment, then pulled out one of the presents. Shiny reindeer-imprinted paper covered the box. He held it out to you.
Cove: Definitely start with this one.
Impressed that he seemed to remember what was in each box, you took the gift with a smile. You tore open the paper and uncovered the joy within: an adorable stuffed dolphin. Your eyes lit up as you hugged the little guy. You thanked Cove, who immediately bestowed you with another carefully selected box. You giggled and repeated the process. The rest of the boxes contained: a book from your favorite series, tickets to an upcoming play, rare foreign candy, colorful seashells, and a beautiful ocean-themed puzzle.
You felt overwhelmed by the thought that Cove put into each gift. You struggled to find words besides “thank you.” However, Cove wasn’t done. He handed you a final box.
Cove: One more.
You unwrapped this one carefully, a mix of anticipation and nerves stirring within. Inside was a small album titled “Our Life.” You carefully lifted it out of the box and flipped through the pages. Each page was designed to represent a point in your lives together, from childhood all the way to this past summer. There were pictures, funny quotes, tickets from various events, and doodles. Cove even included the piece of paper from your infamous hang-man game.
You were already tearing up before you noticed a smaller box within the original box. With shaking hands and a pounding heart, you opened it.
Inside the box was a simple ring with an engraved wave design. You couldn’t stop the waterfall of tears that erupted from your eyes. Your emotions surged and your mind was spinning. Without speaking, you grabbed the present you put under the tree and offered it to Cove. He was visibly confused, even a bit concerned.
Cove: Y/N, is everything okay?
You spoke through tears.
Y/N: Just open it.
Cove silently complied. His fingers carefully removed the red and white pinstriped paper. He looked at you nervously before looking into the box. His eyes widened and glistened.
Cove: A ring…
You laughed shakily and scooted closer to Cove, still holding your own small box. He looked up at you, tears streaming down his red cheeks.
Y/N: We’re already engaged, but still got rings for each other. And look at how emotional we are about it!
Cove: I thought it would be nice to make it official with a real engagement ring.
You nodded in agreement, pleased that you were both on the same page.
Y/N: Let’s put them on each other.
You exchanged rings with Cove. He held your still shaking hand and carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. You did the same, relieved that the ring was a perfect fit on his finger.
You let out a massive sigh, it felt as if you had been holding your breath for ages. Cove was admiring the ring on his finger, his ocean eyes still glimmering with tears.
Cove: It feels as magical as it did the first time on the poppy hill.
You looked at him adoringly, unable to contain the crashing ocean of love you felt inside.
Y/N: Thank you, Cove. For putting in so much effort for me. All the time. But especially this Christmas. I know holidays aren’t your thing, especially not winter ones…
Rambling nervously, you felt like Cove in that moment. He invited you to sit on his lap with a simple pat. You settled in and waited. He cradled you close and spoke quietly but confidently.
Cove: You are my thing. You’re the best gift I could ask for. You make braving holidays and snow worth it. I can’t imagine how this day could get any better.
Cove was right. The morning was still fresh, and you were already swimming in bliss. You sniffled, feeling lucky to have him and looking forward to living your life with the man you love. Christmas Day would hold a special place in your hearts for the rest of your lives.
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How to Wake a Sleeping Cat (Catradora)
Ship: Catradora (lee Catra, ler Adora)
Summary: Adora is excited to have fun in the snow, but Catra, who isn’t the biggest fan of snow, needs some convincing.
Words: 993
A/N: My first fic!!! It definitely won’t be the best quality of writing, but I’m excited to finally contribute to this community. I really hope you all enjoy reading it. Feel free to send writing tips or really anything you’d like in my asks! Also, this was written and posted from my phone so sorry if the formatting is messed up!
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Adora’s eyes blinked open sleepily. The morning light streamed gently through the windows of her bedroom in Bright Moon. She sat up slowly and glanced at Catra, curled up comfortably next to her, breathing slowly and steadily.
Then she noticed it.
Flecks of white, falling silently to the ground. The first snowfall since the war ended.
Adora’s eyes widened. She reached over and shook her girlfriend awake. “Catra! Catra, it’s snowing!” she exclaimed. She could barely keep her excitement contained.
Catra groaned, never the morning person. She covered her head with a pillow to try to block out Adora and return to her peaceful slumber. “So what? We’ve seen snow before,” Catra mumbled into the mattress, not even bothering to open her mismatched eyes.
Adora rolled her eyes. “Do I have to remind you that last time we were in the snow, giant bugs made of first ones tech tried to kill us?”
Catra noticed Adora’s omission of other certain events from that night, but still raised her arm just enough to wave dismissively at Adora. “Uhhh yeah, they tried to kill us in the snow.”
“Catraaaaaa, come on! Let’s build a snowman!”
“Snow is cold and wet and I want to sleep,” whined the still half asleep feline.
Adora huffed, trying to think of a way she would be able to convince her grumpy girlfriend to enjoy the peaceful snowfall with her. She suddenly flipped her body over so that she was laying directly on top of Catra like some kind of human blanket.
“Oof- Adora, what the heck?” Catra propped herself up on her elbows as best she could with a body on top of her and glared at the blonde, who was sitting on her back.
Adora then began to chant, using the squishy bed to her advantage and bouncing up and down on Catra’s back. “Get. Up. Get. Up. Get. Up.”
Catra, thoroughly annoyed, flung the pillow that was beneath her backwards with one arm. It manages to hit Adora directly in the side of the face.
Adora’s bouncing ceased, much to Catra’s relief. She folded her arms under her to replace the pillow that she had just sacrificed, and closed her eyes again. She didn’t give Adora, still perched on her lower back, a second thought.
That was, until she felt two claw-like hands squeezing at her sides. Adora had managed to slip her hands underneath the oversized hoodie which Catra had decided to sleep in.
“GaH- Ador-HA ghhhh quit it!!” Catra’s arms instinctively shot down to protect her sides, causing her to face plant into the bed.
Adora laughed (somewhat evilly), and continued her early morning attack on her girlfriend, amused at how hard Catra was trying not to laugh. The brunette beneath her was emitting a variety of noises resembling squeaks, grunts, and hisses.
“Aw, what’s wrong, babe? Too ticklish?” At the sound of Adora’s teasing voice, Catra’s face flushed as she bit her lip, still refusing to give Adora the laughter she desired. It was too goddamn early for this.
“N-no! Now get off of meheehee!” A few giggles leaked from her lips.
Thirsty for more of Catra’s laughter, Adora began worming her way between Catra’s body and her tightly squeezed elbows, working her way up her ribs toward her armpits.
This caused a steady flow of raspy giggles mixed with various curses and threats.
“Adohohora, I swehehear if you don’t gehehet off of me I’ll kihihihihill you.” Catra tried her best to sound threatening, which was difficult to do with the wide grin plastered on her face and the small bursts of giggles she was emitting.
Adora just chuckled and kept wiggling her fingers, which were now trapped in Catra’s armpits thanks to her tightly clamped arms. “I don’t think you’re in the position to be making these kinds of statements, now are you?”
“Shaha-shut uhahahap!” Was the only response that Catra could formulate, her brain overwhelmed by the tickly sensations.
Adora, who was having perhaps a bit too much fun, suddenly remembered why she was torturing her girlfriend in the first place. “So, are you gonna come outside with me or what?” She asked, poking up and down Catra’s back, making her squeal and rock side to side.
With tears forming in her eyes Catra spluttered out, “pffft-HA ahahafter youhou put me through thihihihis? Nohohoho wahahahay!”
Adora pulled her hands out from under Catra’s sweatshirt and placed her hand on her chin, as if deep in thought. “Hmm… it sounds like some more convincing is in order,” she said in a dramatic accent.
“W-wait! Adora, I swear if you don’t get off of me right now-“ Catra didn’t like the sound of that one bit. Her eyes were wide as she scrambled frantically in a fruitless attempt to throw Adora off. The only thing she managed to achieve was to shift Adora from sitting on her back to sitting on her thighs.
“Ah ah ah~” came Adora’s sing-song voice. “Not until you agree to go outside with me.”
Seizing the newfound opportunity, she rapidly squeezed Catra’s hips, digging her fingers into the pockets of the bones.
Catra cackled, her squeaky laugh echoing throughout their bedroom. She arched her back to escape Adora’s fingers, but her body gave out and she flopped back down when Adora skittered her fingers underneath her body to tickle her stomach.
Catra practically screamed, Adora’s fingers now trapped between her and the bed.
Finally, after a few more seconds, Catra gave in. Her resignation came in the form of a desperate string of words.
“FINEI’LLGOOUTSIDEWITHYOUSTAHP!!!”
Adora whooped triumphantly and leapt off of Catra, who was still laying breathlessly on the bed, tears in her eyes.
Adora let her girlfriend catch her breath for barely a second before grabbing her arm and dragging her toward the closets to get dressed. Catra complied this time, a soft smile on her blushing face.
“I can’t believe I’m in love with this dork”.
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The Wrapping
In my last story, I wanted to write a dark thriller-ish story with a villainous protagonist, but I wanted this story to be a whole lot more wholesome (though still devious) for the holidays! It’s kind of silly and not as hot tbh, but hopefully it’s kind of fun for someone. It’s been one hell of a year, so here’s to a better 2021. Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays y’all! Stay safe, and make sure no one you’re close to is plotting to suitify you! ;)
edit: Oh crap, I totally forgot to post this yesterday! Here it is though, my message stays the same!
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I sighed as I listened to the mundane tapping of fingers on keyboards, nails hitting the desk, pens clicking. Over and over, my head rang with the same sounds throughout the morning. No one who was here wanted to be here. Except perhaps my boss. That piece of shit put us all to work instead of giving us the holidays off. Only reason he might be happy to be here is probably because, if his wife has been hearing any of the rumors regarding his interactions with the female employees of our company, I’m assuming their marriage is disastrous.
I thought I’d be able to relax at home, spend Christmas with my boyfriend, Craig. We’ve been together for a couple of years now, and this was our first year living together. Our first Christmas spent together. The last one, we had both flown home to see our parents, splitting up.
But of course, my piece of shit boss had called me up. Told me to come in and work...subtly threatened unemployment if I objected. I wanted to quit right then and there, but money was tight and I knew how much Craig and I could use the cash. I had to break the news to Craig, but he was understanding. He promised that we’d open up presents tonight, or we’d open them up tomorrow if I was too tired. It was heartwarming to hear the support loved one, but made the act of going to work the next day no less grueling.
“Hey Lance, you get that call from boss too?” I jumped at the sound of my name being called and turned to see my coworker and one of the few friends I’ve made in the office, Trevor. He was a good lookin’ guy, though he only had a frustrated face at the moment.
“Yeah. Fucking ridiculous.”
“Right? Sick of this fucking job. Frankly, I’m not even sure what I fucking do at this point,” he joked. A hint of a smile popped up on his face. He slapped me on the arm and got up, heading towards the bathroom. I closed my eyes and imagined what I’ll do with Craig. It was the only thing that could motivate me to keep up with my work.
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Hours later, the sun was setting and an orange hue painted the sky. It was a surprisingly beautiful sunset, considering it was Christmas. I finally finished my work. I watched the tired people around me cleaning up their desks, disgruntled and ready to go home. I glanced over at Trevor’s desk and noted he was still missing...weird. I hadn’t seen him the entire day ever since he left to go to the restroom. I guessed he had wisened up and just left. I sure as hell wish I could afford to...I know Trevor came from a pretty wealthy background. But at least I could finally find some respite with the end of the day approaching.
Until I saw the secretary walking to my desk.
She placed her hands on my desk and looked me in the eye, almost remorsefully.
“Mr. Campbell would like to speak to you.”
My heart sunk as I realized I’ll be spending more time in this shithole instead of celebrating the holidays with my boyfriend. I slumped in my chair and nodded to the secretary. She left me and I cleaned my act up. Surely it must be something quick, right? I couldn’t imagine him calling me in at the end like this for any reason.
Walking over to Mr. Campbell’s office, I opened the door and saw my dapper boss staring at me intimidatingly.
“Hello, Lance. I’m sure this little meeting may come as a surprise. Take a seat, won’t you?” He motioned towards a chair opposite from his desk, while seating himself in a larger one.
“I know you might be a little confused as to why I called you in. But let me assure it’s nothing bad.” He smiled at me, something I had never seen before on his face. He always looked menacing and unwelcoming. But right in this moment, something seemed different.
“I just wanted to give you this for being an outstanding part of this office. You’ve always been productive and loyal to this business. You deserve proper compensation. Especially for coming in on Christmas.”
From behind his desk, he pulled out a fairly large box, wrapped in a snowman-covered paper, perhaps the size of my torso, and slid it across the desk. I cautiously took the box, wondering what the catch was. There was no way he decided to just randomly give me this out of kindness or gratefulness. Not Mr. Campbell. This is the abusive boss who makes people work on Christmas, threaten their jobs and their records, and, allegedly, numerous women have quit and spoken up on him firing them if they did not oblige to sexual favors. On top of that, why the hell is he only giving this to me? Still, he was my boss for now, and I had to appeal to him.
“...Er, thanks, Mr. Campbell. I appreciate the gift. I’ll make sure-”
“Why don’t you open it?”
“Right here? Right now?”
“Yes. Open it. I want you to see it.”
Confused, I still obeyed and started to rip the wrapping paper off. I glanced up to give the boss an acknowledging smile as I lifted the lid up. I found a folded up suit and tie, along with pants.
“Clothing, Mr. Campbell?” I tried to feign gratitude with a hesitant smile.
“Keep going.”
I lifted the clothing and saw an ID on top of a peach colored object. On the ID, I saw a picture of...Trevor. A chill ran across my spine as I felt the peace colored object...it felt like skin. I pulled it out and lo and behold...it was Trevor in the form of a flimsy suit.
“Is this some kind of...costume?” The thing gave me the creeps, but I couldn’t defy my curiosity.
“You could say that.”
“Was that...you earlier then?”
A grim glare shot across Mr. Campbell’s face. “No.”
“Then...what did you do to Trevor?” My voice quivered as a ton of horrific scenes ran through my head.
“It was just an injection. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.” He pulled out what looked like pink stickers. “All you do is slap these magic tags on, and he’ll be restored within an hour. Sorry to alarm you.”
A sigh of relief escaped my mouth, until Mr. Campbell said, “Why don’t you put him on right now?”
“What? Right here? I don’t even know-”
“Take your clothes off. Stretch open the mouth. You can figure out the rest.”
Something told me I didn’t have a choice. I laid the suit on the floor and started to pull out of my clothing, tossing it over the chair. I grabbed the Trevor suit and dipped my toes into the mouth. Surprisingly, it was soft and comfortable. I slipped into the legs and did a few test jumps. Mr. Campbell observed closely as the suit matched my form. I squeezed my way into the rest of the suit before pulling the face over my own, before a painful ache rushed through my body. Suddenly, a lifetime of memories flooded my mind. I recalled feeling a prick in the neck before everything went black...I wasn’t exactly sure what to say to Mr. Campbell.
“Is there something you would like me to do with this?” Trevor’s voice escaped my throat! It was like I was him entirely. But why did Mr. Campbell want me in this suit? I was confused on what to do now. I stood there awkwardly, naked with an admittedly sexier body. Mr. Campbell walked around his desk and came up to me.
“Why don’t you unwrap your second present?” He grabbed my crotch, though I immediately relented and backed up.
“I’m sorry Mr. Campbell, but I’ve got a boyfriend, and frankly, this is a little weird...”
“Don’t you want to provide for him?” I gulped, knowing my job was on the line. Craig would understand, he always does.
I started to unbutton Mr. Campbell’s jacket and slid it off of him. The white button-up was already partially open, displaying the man’s hairy chest. Despite how awful my boss was, I confessed I considered him an attractive man. I pulled off the shirt and was down to his pants. I looked at him, unsure if he wanted me to go all the way. He nodded, urging me to take it all off. I unbuckled his belt and slid it out, the pants visibly loosened and slipped down with ease. I looked up for another nod of approval before removing his shoes and socks, smelling the subtle rankness of his feet. Finally, i slipped his underwear down, and a lengthy member dropped in front of me. I examined the man in front of me, up and down. Were these the kind of sexual favors my boss wanted? Was he interested in men?
“Why don’t you keep going?”
I raised an eyebrow at him, dumbfounded. “What?”
“Keep going.” He walked closer to me, sensually looking me in the eye.
I couldn’t quite grasp what he meant, until he tugged at his cheek, revealing something else inside. I rubbed Mr. Campbell’s face and he closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure. Slowly tracing down his face, I hooked my fingers under his lips and started to stretch the mouth open. I could feel the scruffy facial hair move under my fingers as I tugged at his face, the face distorting as a familiar face was revealed under Mr. Campbell’s face.
“Craig?” I was absolutely speechless as I slipped off the entire face of my boss. The upper half of the face landed in a heap behind him, while the chin lay across his chest. I backed up in shock at the spectacle before me!
Craig gave me a devious smile and started to rip the skin off of himself. Still using Mr. Campbell’s hands, he grabbed at the mouth around his neck and started to pull. As he did, the skin started to give, and he started to rip it off, like wrapping. Truly like a Christmas gift! The face split in half and he tugged towards his left arm. With a forceful motion, the arm sleeve ripped right off and he tossed it towards onto the desk, the fingers hanging over the side as they flopped around. He continued to rip the other side off as the suit seemingly got shredded. With the torso hanging over his hip, the torn up skinsuit hung onto the cock in pieces, the face hanging by the side while the right hand of the suit laying flatly on the ground. Craig heaved as he pulled the rest of it off violently, further shredding the skin until it lay as a mess on the floor. He picked up it and slung the mangled skinsuit onto the desk.
“Merry Christmas, babe!” He held me by my hips and kissed me.
“Craig, what the hell is this?”
“I bought us some of these serums, and figured they would make a nice gift. I didn’t originally plan to use it on these guys in specific, but when you got that call and told me about your shitty boss...I figured we could get a bit of revenge. Plus, you’ve told me about Trevor being hot. So I figured, why the hell not?”
“But what about Mr. Campbell? You ripped him up!”
“Don’t worry, trust me, some tape and those little sticker things he showed...he’ll be back. And he’ll be humbled.”
He went back behind the desk and pulled out a paper and slid it over to me. I skimmed through it...this was a document giving the company to me!
“Oh my God! What the fuck? This is...”
“Yep. I always said you’d make a great leader. And whenever your coworkers come by to hang out with us, you have no clue what they say about you. They’re gonna love you. And Mr. Campbell over here, signed the document. Hopefully, he takes the time off to reimagine himself as a better man. All you gotta do is sign it yourself.” He rolled a pen over and I held it within my hand. I scoured through Trevor’s thoughts, and he had said some of the sweetest things about me, and his conversations with our colleagues suggested that maybe I could be the one to make this shithole better. I brought the pen to the paper and voila, my signature was on it.
“You get to be the boss now, Lance.” Craig got up and came to embrace me. I was too stunned at everything happening to give him much of a response. “You can make this place so much better next year. But for now, why don’t we enjoy that sexy suit you’re in?” He started to kiss me, and I returned the favor. I pulled back for a second and looked Craig in the eyes.
“This is the best Christmas ever...Why don’t I give you my present now?” I gave him a suggestive look, rubbing up against against him. I pushed him down across the desk and whispered into his ear, “I love you, babe. Merry Christmas.”
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