#you were right.. twas cute

[foolsfrogg]

Heya. Can you make an Frida x Hilda art where they're swimming underwater?

Would be cute.

OH NO!!!! OH NO THEY ARE DROWNING!!!!!!!! SOMEPONY SAVE THEM!

[pawnshopbleus]

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

abby anderson x fem!reader

summary - twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. or in simpler terms, abby licks your pussy like it's a candy cane.

contains - smut, oral, fluff, no outbreak, mentions of gay awakening, a sprinkle of overstim, not beta read

author's note - this is my wife (real)

THE night started out really simple. You and Abby in matching pajamas cuddling on the couch. A small tartan blanket draped over the two of you as you watched the best Christmas movie in existence, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It was a classic Christmas movie and your favorite.

It got to the point where Cindy Lou Who interviews multiple people about the Grinch. Your eyes stay transfixed on the screen when Martha May Whovier comes on screen. She was the reason why you found out you liked women. At the ripe age of six, you felt a thrumming in your chest every time that woman came on screen. With her exquisite outfits and beautiful expressions, everything about her screamed lesbian awakening.

Abby was bored. She loved spending time with her wife, but they weren’t really spending time. You were fully focused on the movie and you weren’t focusing on her. After a long day at the office, all she wanted was for her wife to dote on her like she usually did.

Was Abby jealous? No, there was no way that Abby was jealous of a fictional character that subsequently led her wife to her. No way…

Okay so maybe Abby was a little jealous, but she loved you and wanted to be with you. If she could mend your two bodies together forever, she would.

Mend your bodies together…Now, that’s something she could do.

Abby started by kissing your cheek, watching as you melted into her embrace. Your focus wasn’t completely on her though. Your eyes were still glued onto the screen. Now, that just wouldn’t do. She took your chin in between her fingers and kissed you on the lips. The kiss was soft and warm, like the hot chocolate the two of you made earlier. She could still taste the faint chocolate flavor on your lips.

“Abby, what are you doing?” you whispered as you gently pulled away from the kiss.

She didn’t answer you. She simply asked, “want me to stop?”

You shook your head. You didn’t want her to stop in the first place. Her strong arms caged you under her. The couch wasn’t big enough for the two of you, which meant that Abby had to settle in between your legs. Abby looked down at you, causing soft blonde waves to form around you.

She pressed her lips against yours again, relishing in the way your lips felt against hers. You were her wife: so soft, so pretty, so perfect.

She trailed her lips along your cheek, down your neck, and settled on the fabric draped on your chest. The matching pajamas were cute, but they were obstructing the view of her beautiful wife, and that just would not do.

Sensing some hesitation, you begin to undo the buttons on the front of your pajamas. Abby watches as your fingers slowly move to unhook each button. Her eyes flick up to your face and she sees the small smirk painted on your lips.

She smiles softly at you, relishing in the fact that this was her life. After her father died, she gave up on all hopes of finding “the one” and focused on her work. Now, four years later, here she was. Looking down at the woman she loved while some Christmas movie was playing in the background.

You tossed your top to the side, leaving the top half of your body in nothing but a plain white bra. The fat of your boobs spilled out of your bra. Abby’s hands trailed along your collarbones, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Abby asked. No matter how eager you seemed right now, she always wanted to make sure that this is what you want. She needed you to know that even if you gave consent right now, you can always back out later on. “Yes,” you breathe.

Abby’s strong hands kneaded the fat of your boobs, slowly sliding your bra down your chest. Your boobs bounced out of your bra as Abby unhooked them. Your bra found its place on the floor next to your top that you had forgone earlier in the evening.

The cold December air filled the living room and caused a chill to run down your spine. The fire Abby lit earlier did nothing to warm you up. Abby’s fingers teased around your sensitive nipples already hard from the cool air. Abby’s mouth encased your nipple, the heat of her mouth causing you to arch your back. She switched from one to the other, giving each of your tits the same love.

Her hands were warm now, each of them trailing up and down the sides of your body. They traced the outlines of your body. One hand traced the expanse of your stomach all the way down to the waistband of your pants. Abby’s hand teased the skin of your hips. She traced shapes on them as she kissed her way down to the front of your pajama pants.

Abby looked up at you for a few seconds, giving you time to rethink your decision. You nodded your head, giving her the okay to do whatever she wanted to you. Tonight and every night, you were hers to love extensively.

With that, she shimmies your pajama pants down your legs. Her strong hands now caress the soft flesh of your thighs. She uses this opportunity to slowly part your legs, relishing in the fact that you're wearing red underwear. Simple and festive, but also sexy and tempting. Abby kisses the exposed skin on the inside of your thigh. Her fingers trace the waistband of your underwear, teasing you. It gets to the point where you’ve become impatient. You buck your hips, causing Abby to pull her head away. Her eyes narrowed at you as you smiled innocently at her.

“Stop being a brat,” she huffs.

You raise your brow, challenging her demand. “Stop teasing,” you reply.

Abby shakes her head in disbelief. She isn’t mad, she’s more amused at your defiance. She resumes her place at your center, this time taking off your underwear in one swift move. Now, you’re completely bare. The cold air does nothing to quell your shivers, but when Abby’s mouth finds its place on your sensitive clit all is forgotten.

She starts off slow, savoring the way you taste. No matter how many times she goes down on you, she’ll never get tired of your taste. It’s utterly feminine: soft, and warm. It almost tastes like home.

Abby traces circles along your clit with her tongue. She watches as your breathing becomes ragged, the way your chest rises and falls. You're so lost in the pleasure that you barely notice that Martha May is still on screen, this time she’s dressed in the Holiday Cheermeister outfit - your favorite. Abby’s eyes scan the rest of your body. The lights on the Christmas tree reflect off of your skin and create an ethereal glow around you. Once again, Abby can’t believe that you are real. In her eyes, you were a goddess: so beautiful, so brave, so confident. Her, a measly mortal unworthy of your love.

Back in reality, Abby’s index fingers teased your entrance. Already wet from her incessant lapping at your clit, your insides welcomed Abby with little protest. Abby stopped her lapping at your clit for you to completely feel her fingers inside of you. They brushed up against your G-spot, causing you to let out a silent moan.

Your hands found solace on your breasts, pinching and kneading them like they were dough. Abby continued pumping her fingers in and out while also tracing circles on your clit. You were close, you could feel it, and so could Abby. Your nostrils flared as you tried to hold it for as long as you could. You wanted this to last forever, but all good things come to an end.

Your entire body tensed as your pussy spasmed, releasing your juices everywhere. Abby’s fingers traced light circles around your clit, guiding you through your orgasm. Your hips twitched from overstimulation, and Abby slowly took her hand off your pussy.

Abby licked her fingers clean, tasting all of your essence. You watched as she did so. Her eyes closed in delight at the taste of you on her tongue.

Abby left you alone for a second, but only a second as she came back with a small piece of cloth and a water bottle. She made you drink the water as she cleaned you up. Your sensitive pussy was coated in your arousal. “Damn girl, you made a mess,” Abby smirked as she threw the piece of cloth on the floor. Speaking of, she helped you redress in your pajamas.

The two of you continued the night as planned. Both of you on the couch, blanket on top of you, and your favorite Christmas movie. You couldn’t have asked Santa for anything better.

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Christmas 2023

One of my favorite holiday traditions it to give a book on Christmas Eve. So hopefully in time for you to cozy up before bed, here is my Christmas Eve gift to you - a rec list!

Just the Two of Us by torino10154 (200 words, rated T)

"I can't believe this is our first Christmas, just the two of us," Harry said as he placed the star on top of the Christmas tree.

Christmas Brunch by @drarrily-we-row-along (583 words, rated G)

Draco wanted to host brunch for his parents on the first Christmas in their shared flat. Harry thought that seemed like a great idea.

But the week leading up to it has been a nightmare, Draco is stressed and Harry's losing his mind. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

For Everything a Season by @shealynn88 (1,342 words, rated T)

"Our children are a joy, Harry, but I’m glad it’s just you and me.”

Harry goes soft. “Why’s that?”

“Well, many reasons. But right now, you’re under the mistletoe, and I prefer to take my time, and the children would make an awful racket if they were here to see.”

Draco Malfoy and the Cursed Sweater by @slytherco (1,804 words, rated T)

After falling victim to Harry's stupid prank, Draco finds an unexpected partner in crime.

Underneath the Tree (You'll Find a Piece of Me) by @squintclover (4,435 words, rated M)

Harry and Draco find themselves in a holiday home amongst friends at Christmas. The Secret Santa Hermione has planned is sure to go perfectly. Surely...

Even Children Get Older by @lou-isfake (4,500 words, rated M)

It started with don't wake the baby.

Snow on the Beach by tinaakitten (4,915 words, rated T)

Over multiple Christmas Eves, Harry and Draco find their way back to each other.

Featuring cute Harry Potter obsessed toddler Scorpius.

Deliberate Denial by edaniels0221 (7,244 words, rated G)

Professor Harry Potter can't help but to deny his children's ridiculous notion that he has a crush on the gorgeous new Hogwarts Healer, but as he comes to find out, one can only be in denial about liking Draco bloody Malfoy for so long.

Löyly by @citrusses (10,323 words, rated E)

Somewhere between the steam of a sauna and the icy waters of the Gulf of Finland, Harry heals from a broken engagement and a failed career. Draco Malfoy helps.

25 Additional Scenes for Ain't That the Garden of Eden by @romaine2424 (12,139 words, rated G)

The additional scenes cover missing moments in December, Harry's election, and Inauguration.

Because Cats by @icmezzo (14,589 words, rated T)

Harry has a cat, and Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, and Harry doesn’t. Then Harry has a cat again, but Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, but Harry—OMG HOW WILL IT END.

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w (21,941 words, rated E)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

Be sure to check out @skeptiquewrites wonderful Happy Hour Rec for this fic!

All I Want for Christmas by CaityCatt (36,509 words rated M)

Harry feels like a bit of a grinch at Christmas, but his true love has a plan to change all that.

The Coldest of Days by Anonymous (54,683 words, rated E)

At thirty-one, Harry Potter finally has it all: four incredible children, a naughty Niffler named Penny, and a brilliant boyfriend who has managed to fill the hole in his heart.

But because Harry is Harry, chaos is bound to follow. On a cold December morning, Draco wakes up with no memory of the war, his children, or his life with Harry.

That, and he’s insisting that he’s been thrown fifteen years into the future.

The Art of Thank You Notes by fictionclaw (82,286 words, rated E)

A few years after the war, Harry receives a ministry notice that Draco Malfoy’s house arrest will soon be lifted and that the wand he has kept may be sent to the ministry. He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the wand directly to Malfoy Manor with a note.

But one letter swiftly follows another and Malfoy sneaks his way into Harry's every day life without either of them minding.

Or; Harry and Draco find reasons to write letters to each other and Black heirlooms and family histories are uncovered while they figure out why that is. Lunch dates, careful friendship, confusing feelings and Draco's art included.

I hope that wherever you are, you know you have a place by my fire and a place in my heart. Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and the Happiest of Holiday wishes to all!

[hellsburners]

orange juice

summary: you're a new library assistant in an elementary school and you cant help but fall for the cute teacher visiting your desk. pairing: teacher!peter parker x librarian!male reader word count: 2.2k (im being ballsy with these fic lengths its actually fun) warnings: none really more of fluff a/n: was in a fluff writing mood :> (might get a part 2 if it gets received well)

masterlist | more peter parker

You did everything by the book, literally. There was a handbook resting on the front desk of the library with everything you needed to do as an assistant. You took the books back to the shelves and made sure it was in the right order. You tidied up the library computers making sure every unit was logged off and the chairs weren’t a mess. You also took note of orders from the teachers, some lists from Mr. Jones, Mrs. Longford, Mr. Hayward, and Mr. Parker. You stretched your arms and legs, cracked your neck, and gave a little prayer to the universe that you wish your formal first day will be good. 

Ding! 

The bell on your desk pinged. A man, probably in his early 40s, stood in front of you. He wore a loose shirt with a pale pink tie, his hair was brown and sparse. 

“Mr. Parker?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m Roy Jones, from the math department,” he responds. You gave an embarrassed oh and gave him his stack of books. 

“Sorry, it’s my first day.”

“All good kiddo, you haven’t seen trouble yet, good luck on your first day,” Mr. Jones gave a kind smile before walking away. 

By 8:30 am the students came rushing to your door, you logged borrowed books, received returns, you even did the occasional hush to students being loud, it was going smoothly. The kid in front of you was borrowing a copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray, an excellent choice you thought. You scanned the QR code inside the book, logged in the student’s info and you kindly smiled while giving the book away. Hours passed of you sitting around, sipping on an orange juice box. By 11 am at least 3 students were studying. 

Ding! 

Oh. The man standing in front of you was tall and handsome, probably in his mid-30s, he wore a neat suit in neutral colors, and his brown hair was combed to the side. You placed your juice box down. 

“Mr. Hayward?” you traced your fingers on the sticky notes on your desk. 

“Parker, Peter Parker,” he replied. Shit, not again. 

“I’m so sorry Mr. Parker.” you shook your head. 

“First day, huh?” you nodded shamefully. He gave you a cheeky smile. 

“Yeah, I’m so sorry,” you took the stack of books with the label Mr. Parker on it. He reached out to take the heavy books, your fingers were slightly touching. Your cheeks warmed from the contact. There was a certain pleasingness in his presence. You scanned the pile trying to spark a conversation. “So you teach physics?”

“Yeah, 8th and 9th actually,” he carries the books in his arms, he may look lean but you could see the way his arms flexed under his suit. “Are you new to the city?”

“Well kinda, I was born here but my family and I moved out when I was 5. I figured coming here in the city could give me more opportunities,” his brows would raise while you talked, making you feel like whatever words came out of your mouth he listened to intently. “How about you? Did you grow up here?”

“I grew up with my aunt, went to Midtown for high school, and Empire State in college. So, yeah, full-time New Yorker here,” he chuckled. “My daughter and I still live in Queens too.”

“Daughter?” you said shockingly. He looked down at his toes, and he laughed again, that soft deep laugh. “Sorry, you don’t look like one”

“I don’t look like a dad?” he said.

“I mean you look pretty young,” you bit the insides of your cheeks. “I’m sorry I must have been taking up too much of your time Mr. Parker, ‘twas a lovely chat though.”

“Oh it’s fine, I’m on lunch break anyway.” you waved him goodbye and he reciprocates the gesture. “By the way, Peter is fine, just Peter.”

He leaves, and you sit back down on your desk, your heart beating a little too fast for your liking. Your knees felt funny like they were going to give out. Oh, god. You were crushing on the physics teacher. 

Before your shift ended Mrs. Longford called and said she couldn’t go to the library due to her pregnancy. You gladly said you would deliver her the books instead. On the way to her room, you couldn’t properly find her classroom, they all looked the same to you, so you went one by one, looking through the windows and checking to see if Mrs. Longford was there. By the eighth classroom, you could see him. Not Mrs. Longford, but Peter. He was demonstrating the law of inertia to the class, making a funny action of being hit in the hip by force, and the class laughed. He seems nice, and the students all listened to him, taking in every word of his lesson. It was admirable really, to have such charisma over a bunch of impressionable kids and use it to educate them. 

The bell rings, and a swarm of students floods the halls. The books in your arms fall as a student bumps into you. You cursed, bending down to pick them up while a pair of arms reached out to help you. It was Peter, he had ditched the suit jacket at this point, his shirt sleeves rolled up to show his veiny arms. 

“Thank you, I was looking for Mrs. Hayward’s classroom and I couldn’t find it,” you hugged the book while Peter carried the other stack. 

“Mrs. Hayward’s room is in the other wing. Don’t worry I’ll walk you to it.”

“Oh no, you must have another class, I can find my way.” you try to take the books but he moves away.

“No it’s fine, my day is done. Let me walk you to her room.” he smiles, again, that pretty Peter smile. 

On the way to Mrs.Longford’s room, you talked about your education, where you went to high school, and in college, and where you live now. The conversation later went to his daughter, Mayday, named after his aunt who has sadly passed. She was 5 years old and in first grade, a smart girl, he says. 

You reached the 3rd door in the left wing. Peter told you that the lady with short hair and red cat-eyed glasses was Mrs.Longford, the baby bump also verified his claim. You knocked, and she waved at you with a smile, you and Peter went in to bring the books. Peter and Mrs. Longford exchanged greetings and talked about an upcoming faculty meeting. You asked Mrs. Longford to sign some papers for the book requests she had made and she obliged. 

Peter walked you back to the library. You continued to chat about random things, your favorite food (he was pizza), your favorite color (he was blue), and your favorite movie (his was Interstellar). You unlocked the library and turned the lights back on. You went back to your desk and Peter took a seat at a nearby desk. You stared at him, arms crossed, legs spread. 

✎𓇢𓆸

Weeks passed, and Peter had been visiting you in the library. Usually, he’d stay to check student papers or read new scientific publications on the school computers, he was nerdy about stuff like that; but most of the time, he just stayed around to talk to you. He would talk to you about Mayday’s science project, which you helped him come up with. It was an iced tea stand presentation that used butterfly pea flower tea and lemon juice, and it changed the blue liquid to a bright purple. She won a silver prize, Peter says. 

Peter had mentioned before that Mayday lives with her mom and that she rarely gets to see her dad. You could see the way the line his mouth would make and how it would frown sometimes when he talked about her. You wanted to give him some piece of comfort, but every time he would smile because it was Mayday, it was his only girl. 

You were at your desk enjoying a sandwich with your favorite orange juice box, Peter sat on the floor next to you hidden from anyone who came to the desk. He, too, enjoyed a sandwich you made. You scrolled through your laptop, mainly on the news. 

“Hey Pete, have you ever seen Spider-man?” you said, Peter almost choked on his food.

“Spider-man?” He cleared his throat.

“Yeah, I mean you’ve been here your whole life you must’ve seen him right?” you took a sip of your drink. Peter thought long before he answered.

“No, I haven’t,” he whispered. 

“Boo! You’re boring,” you threw an eraser at him.

“Hey! It’s not my fault he doesn’t swing by my apartment once in a while.”

“Well, I wish he’d come by mine, take me into his arms as we swing away into the sunset,” you waved your arms around thwipping your hands like Spider-man. 

“You’re so silly,” he laughs, he takes a big bite of his sandwich, talking to you while chewing. “You know, Mayday’s been asking about you, she said she wants to thank the guy that helped her come up with her science project.”

“She said that?” you were touched.

“Well, I wanted to invite you, and she told me we haven't celebrated her win so why not invite the guy who helped her,” he finished his sandwich, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “You don’t have to if you’re busy.”

“Friday night right? I’m in.” You smiled.

You knocked at the light blue apartment door, you could hear some ruckus inside. Coming! A man’s voice yells. The doorknob turns and there he was, Peter Parker, dressed in a light gray sweater, the sleeves rolled up, and a red apron. Behind his leg was a little girl with light red hair. 

“Hey there, I’m glad you could come. This is Mayday,” she was shy but she gave you a little wave and a hi. 

Dinner started in a few. Peter served baked macaroni and a Caesar salad. Mayday brought a plate of cookies she made, without her dad’s help, she said (Peter shook his head). You brought a box of pepperoni pizza as per Mayday's (and Peter’s) request. The three of you talked over dinner about how proud you were about the medal and if she ever needed help you would gladly be there. 

After dinner, Peter took the dishes, you went to help but he insisted you not. You were left with Mayday in the living room, she was talking about her favorite book, a book about planets. Venus was her favorite, she says. You began to talk to her about the many books you have on planets in your library and if her dad permitted, you would lend some. 

“Do you like dad?” you were surprised. 

“Yeah, he’s nice,” you offered her a smile, and she gave you a curious gaze instead.

“Dad is always alone.” you looked back at Peter in the sink, the fabric stretching on his back.

“You’re here,” you stroked her hair. “Your dad always tells me stories about you y’know.”

“But when I’m with Mom he’s all alone.” 

“What are you two talking about,” Peter stands above you and Mayday, his hands on his hips. 

“We were talking about your hair. Mayday said you’re starting to look like a sasquatch.” Mayday giggles. 

A few hours later Peter took Mayday to bed. Mayday hugged you and told you goodnight. You bend down to hug her and she tells you to be Dad’s best friend, always. You were sitting on the couch with your hands on your lap. You looked around the place, filled with books and a bunch of Mayday’s stuff. It seems like Peter just lets her stuff stay there, so as not to forget about her presence. Your eyelids begin to fall as you let out a yawn.

“Sleepy?” he mutters. 

“Just a bit. My head is just filled with so many facts about space,” you made a mind-blown gesture, Peter laughs.

“She does that a lot actually.” Peter sits beside you on the couch, keeping his eyes on yours.

“She’s a lovely kid,” you smiled. 

“She is,” Peter sank his head on the couch, his eyes closed. 

“You think I’m alone?” he frowns. “I heard you two earlier.”

“I don’t think so. You have me,” you mutter. Your hands fall on your sides meeting his. He laces your fingers with his, you could feel the warmth of his palms with your cold ones. He chuckles. “It’s pretty late, maybe you should get some rest too.”

“You’re right, let me bring you home first,” you refused. 

“I’d be fine,” you assure him. 

You were outside the apartment. Peter was with you in just his flip-flops, his hand never leaving yours. “I had a wonderful night.”

“Me too,’ Peter said, he took his other hand and patted your hair. You looked at him with hooded eyes, his hand falling to your cheek. You inched closer, your face so close to his chest you could smell him, like an ocean breeze. His face gets close to yours, the moment seemingly getting more tense. His thumb rubs your hand, over and over, it calms you. Underneath the moonlight, your lips meet. A tender kiss weeks in the making. Your eyes closed and you lost yourself in him. Your lips leave him a few moments later, a smile plastered on both your faces. You hail a taxi cab and when one comes, you wave him goodbye. 

But you swore that night, the moment you entered your apartment, you swore you saw the Spider-man swing by, almost like he was waiting for you to come home.

part two posted here

interactions are greatly appreciated btw if u liked this fic and want more send me a prompt and i'd gladly make something from it :>

[keirawantstocry]

Hi am back. yes i will so totally be 💋anon and i will probably be back a lot (i have reqs just gotta sort through em). more soft kisses for jealous tubbo, twas great :>

On the note of specifically tubbo + fit, you remeber how there was the joke(??) of them getting married in Vegas? maybe something on that actually happening and pac finding out? like offhandedly mentioned or like, them talking about marrying tubbo or smthn idk go buck wild.

(question do you prefer v vague reqs, a little detail, a lotta detail or options?) Hope youre having a good day :>

oh do I remember it. I think I was in tubbos chat when it happened. I remember watching it unfold live. I would LOVE to expand on it 

(I love all requests to be honest. but I do appreciate a bit of detail because it gives me a starting point to go off of) 

“Aren't you two going to get married?” Bagi asked. The three of them were sitting inside Bagi's house at her dining room table when she asked. She picked up the cup of coffee in front of her and raised her eyebrow before taking a sip. 

Pac laughed nervously. “Bagi, I don't know if-” 

“Can't people only get married once?” Fit asked. 

Pac and Bagi turned to look at him, twin looks of confusion on their faces. “Sim,” Bagi said. “Why do you ask?” 

Fit looked up and took a long swig of tea. “Oh, well, I'm married.” 

“Oh right to Spreen yeah?” Pac asked. “We can get that annulled with the Federation surely. Not that we need to,” he rushed to clarify. “Baby steps.” 

Fit shook his head. “No, not Spreen. That's a Federation thing only. I'm legally married. Of my own choice.” 

“To who?” Bagi asked incredulously. 

Pac felt a rush of jealousy go through him. It wasn't necessarily that he wanted to marry Fit but it felt weird that he had never brought this spouse up before. They told each other everything. 

“Tubbo.” 

The Brazilains stared at him. The jealousy dissipated as Pac laughed. 

“You are married to Tubbo??” 

“Why??” Bagi asked as Fit joined Pac in laughing. 

Fit shrugged. “We got drunk in Vegas. Made out. Tubbo acted like some kind of prudish Catholic woman. Said I had to marry him if I was gonna try and get in his pants.” He chuckled. “I don't think he expected me to take him seriously. But I carried him to the first courthouse I saw and we got married.” 

Pac perked up. “Did you have sex?” 

Bagi smacked him. 

“Ow!” 

“You can't just ask if they had sex!” Bagi slapped her forehead as pushed back her chair. 

“I'm sorry he was the one who implied it!” Pac yelled back. 

Fit laughed at both of them Not answering the question, Pac noted. 

-

Pac cornered him after they left. “Did you have sex? What does he kiss like? He's a good kisser isn't he? Can I sleep with him? Your husband, I should probably get permission you know.” 

“Whoa whoa, slow down.” Fit chuckled quietly. “You're not mad?” 

Pac stopped dead. “Why would I be mad?” 

“Uh, cause we're dating and I didn't tell you that I'm married.” 

Pac waved him off. “Oh please. It's Tubbo.” He perked up again. “Can we all be official? I want to kiss him. Can I kiss your husband?” 

Fit laughed, his whole body relaxing. “Yeah you can kiss him. Kiss him as much as you want.” 

Pac pumped his fist in the air. “Let's fucking go! Okay, bye Fitch. I'll see you later. I'm going to go kiss him!!!” 

-

“OI TUBBO!” 

Tubbo looked up from the chest he was currently searching. “Pac? What's up dude?” 

“You and Fit got married?” 

Tubbo's eyes widened in fear. Fuck. “Okay, yeah, hey I'm sorry I don't mean to intrude on you guys and-” 

He was cut off by Pac's hands on his face. “Calma. Be my boyfriend? You're very cute.” 

Tubbo blinked in surprise. “You… you want me?” 

Pac's eyes landed on his lips before licking his own. “Sim, sim, por favor.” 

Tubbo was nodding. Nodding and nodding. And he was being kissed and it was wonderful and soft. Pac tasted like sweets. He wasn't sure exactly what had just occurred but he was definitely not opposed to it. 

[sugarsblurbs]

A/N: this was supposed to be headcannons but it turned in to a little story. Yes I will make headcannons soon🤭

I just read a dad!eddie fic shocker but this one was different…..‘twas stepdad!eddie sooooo.

You got pregnant with someone you thought was the love of your life boy were you wrong. The moment you told him he turned into a whole different person, he claimed it wasn’t his and demanded a paternity test. So at the age of two weeks old your little bundle of joy was tested….. lo and behold the baby was his. He wasn’t the best father he was very in and out of your baby’s life. You used to live in the city but wanted a slower more homey place. So you found Hawkins Indiana. It was like a curse or luck that right with you were met with the Welcome To Hawkins sign your car started making noises and smoking. Luckily, no to far down the road was an auto shop. That’s where you met the with the shaggy hair Eddie Munson. It was love at first sight. It was cute how he interacted with your baby at first he thought they were your sibling but you corrected him. You saw something change in his eyes but couldn’t put a finger on what. He fixed your car for a small price ……..a date with him. The date was amazing and you went on more and more and more until he asked you to be his girlfriend. Eddie has this connection with your child that you wish your baby daddy had in the first place. Due to court every weekend your child had to go with their dad. He showed up maybe once a month and would make up so many excuses. One weekend when he actually showed up he saw Eddie and your kid playing the front yard saying he was pissed was an understatement. He started to yell, you ran outside hearing the commotion and saw your baby daddy yelling and coming towards Eddie and Eddie holding your child close to his chest protecting them. What you all heard next shocked you each in different ways in the tiniest voice you heard “No don’t hurt my daddy” they said while holding onto Eddie as if they were the protector.

[hischierswhore]

can I ask for one with mason where she's an actress and they've been friends for a while now and everyone thinks they would look cute together and nobody knows they started dating

something like a soft launching????

soft launch smau (m. mount)

faceclaim: mara lafontan

hi anon! thank you for the request. i would’ve posted it earlier but i got busy and completely forgot. i hope you like this🫶🏼

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yourusername london !

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yourusername photo creds to mase :)

*pinned comment*

masonmount i think i deserve photo credits 😡

yourusername fine 🙄

masonfan9 you guys argue like husband & wife but i love it

y/nfan6 i don’t think you understand how obsessed i am

y/nfan3 i love you & mason’s friendship so much

masonfan4 no thoughts, just you 🥰

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masonmount smile for the camera 😄

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yourusername funny how the photographer didn’t get credit… 😪

benchilwell ‘twas me. i was the photographer

yourusername side eye. side EYE.

masonfan9 ben causing chaos in the comment section & y/n just saying side eye is SENDING me

mason&y/nfan i really think y/n & mase would make a cute couple🫣

masonfan5 benchilwell set them up PLEASE

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yourusername boba is the key to my heart

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y/nfan9 WHO IS THAT

zendaya hmm mystery man🧐🧐🧐

y/nfan3 Y/N. ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME

madelyncline 👀

masonfan7 so i got clowned after i said y/n & mason would be cute together…

masonfan5 never speak again.

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yourusername he said “get on my level” so i did

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y/nfan9 someone check her following to see if anyone she follows has this exact hoodie

masonfan1 check masonmountupdates recent post!!!!

y/nfan6 we lost her😔

masonfan10 ya know… the freeway looks so comfortable right now…

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masonmountupdates Fans were doing some investigating into Y/n’s recent post, trying to find who in her following has a hoodie that matches the one in her post. Fans noticed that Mason has one in that exact color, though we cannot see anything else on his hoodie. Could he be the man in Y/n’s post?

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y/nfan1 what the hell is Y/n doing on this post💀

masonfan19 SHE KNOWS WE’RE ONTO HER😭

mason&y/ntruther can i go back to clowning now🤡🤡🤡

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[teacupbunnyy]

Hey your accout its super cute and beautiful!

Tell us you story peease!

How did you were introduce to?

How did you star using diapers?

What was you frist impression?

What you like more about using diapers?

Thanks😍😱

😸 thankyou! So happy you fink so yays! ૮ᵔ ᵕ ᵔა

Erm :3 my story? otayyy. I’ll try, I’m bad at talking about myself though ૮꒰˶> ༝ <˶ ꒱ა eep

- okays so for a loooooong time I owned a sample pack… but I was too scaredy cat to try dems on my own 🙃💕 Hehe. Dunno why! So I was technically only introduced and tried pampers for the first time a few months after I met my Daddy! Twas’ cos of him I had the courage to finally try dems. And dat was probably when I really began the process of becoming ✨ Daddy’s baby ✨ like 🥹 truly! (fun fact I actually call them pampers cos the word diaper just dun sound right to me when I says it! 🙈 dunno dunno).

- My first impression was how smol it made me feel 😇 ♡ ︎and dey was so comfyyy!! But I was also super doopers shyyy 🥺 cos it was my first time! But Daddy was supportive so it was otays ^-^

- And the fing I love most about wearing dem is how happy it makes my Daddy! I wear dem for me of coursies ♡૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა they da bestest! but seeing Daddy get mushy makes me turn into a widdle bby! >;3 and I dunno I jus’ really like being Daddy’s cute widdle baby! 🥺

So dats the story of bunny :3

♡ ∩∩

（„• ֊ •„)♡ Faaaaanks! Bye x

[veveisveryuncool]

Please share some of your 8587420 metadede wedding headcanons, I'd love to hear them /gen

YEAHYEAH YOU GOT IT ANON!!!!! order up under the cut :D

Kirby was sosososo excited to be the flower girl and kept making an absolute mess out of the flowers during rehearsals (Ribbon got to practice with him and cheered the hardest when he finally made it down the aisle in one piece)

Kirby definitely did that thing you see in cute wedding videos where he saw Meta Knight and Dedede at the end of the aisle and sprinted towards them

Bandee was also really excited to be the ring bearer but also had an equal amount of anxiety

but he did such a good job and was super proud of that, good for him :]

Since Kirby and Bandee already had spots, MK and Dedede asked Sailor Dee and Adeleine to walk as their family (kinda like a mother of the bride/groom, but since both their parents don't exist/are super dead, they used the people they considered family)

Adeleine nearly broke down in tears when she realized that Dedede saw her as family

Sailor was just absolutely ecstatic and promised that she would do the best she could (they both did)

The entire wedding had a star/heaven motif (partners who shook the heavens, anyone?)

twas lovingly chosen by the decorations commitee, aka Taranza, Adeleine, and Prince Fluff

oh fun fact i was originally going to have Fluff be the officiator bc royalty, but let's be honest this guy was probably playing the most gorgeous piano piece during the ceremony

Bandana Dee, Adeleine, and MK all got to keep their character-defining headwear during the wedding. This is important.

Out of the reformed villains club (Magolor, Susie, Taranza, Marx), Taranza was the only one allowed to work on the wedding. To everybody else, he acts humble and modest about this privelige, but to their little club, he is rubbing it in everyone's face

Taranza also picked out the flowers for Kirby and the decorations, given that MK and DDD know jack about floral design

You can be sure as hell that all the Meta-Knights and Halberd crew were there, all crying a river

Like even Captain Vul was getting teary eyed

They had the most legendary bachelor (+ Sailor Dee) party ever

All the Castle Dedede waddle dees were there.

All of them.

they took up at least 80% of the seating, but Dedede made sure everyone had a place to sit

Instead of wedding rings, they used bracelets!! (they have,, no fingers guys)

It’s a simple silver band engraved with a hammer and Galaxia on it (yes inspired by that one fic)

because nothing says “i love you” more than you and your partner’s weapon mains crossed together

Meta Knight proposed first because face it this guy is whipped af

He’s been trying to propose since Robobot but every time he tries, he gets comically interrupted by Kirby or Bandee or an eldritch horror or even Dedede himself

They’ve been acting like an old married couple since literally forever, why not make it official? 

But also Dedede was overjoyed to have an official big beautiful wedding

Their vows were both meticulously crafted, and while MK was extremely secretive of his, Dedede often pouted about how hard it was to put how much he loved him on paper

like DDD even practiced on MK multiple times just to get it right

In the end though DDD just winged it on the day of

and it was the most pure, lovingly said speech Meta had ever heard

During the kiss, MK did that thing where he used his mask to cover their faces like in old western movies 

Marx and Magolor, who only came for the potential face reveal, were monumentally disappointed, “oh cOME ON” “what a ripoff! i can’t believe i changed my hat and got a new bowtie for this! i demand a refund!”

Susie was also lowkey miffed but she found Marx and Magolor’s reactions way funnier

Kirby and Bandee, however, were hyped up more than anything for the wedding

“If your dad marries my dad, then that means that we’d be siblings for real!!!!”

they were honestly more excited and impatient than MK and DDD were lol

now they have officially become a big happy family <333

[invisiblequeen]

Noe Bodi Gameplay: Day 36, Part 1

NEW NEIGHBOR MOVED INTO OASIS SPRINGS!

Zavier St. Tompkins (@westonsims00). That's it. That's the introduction.

I have been waiting to share this one with y'all, oh my god. I asked WestonSims for a sim based on a song and he gave me a GOD. I just love looking at him, my heavens.

I usually start each sim off doing something in their home for a while before meeting new sims. So he was playing around on the keyboard for five seconds.

But Rhea Moya (@fl0pera) was walking like a model on the street and I just had to make them meet. Twas a hunch that it would be magical.

My hunch was right.

Never have I seen Rhea smile as much as she smiled with Zavier. Don't blame her. LOOK AT HIM. He's an angel.

I barely had to do anything to steer them in the right direction. They were flirty and playful and cute and even migrated to the middle of the street where anyone could drive them over because they couldn't see anything else but each other.

The most I did was have him offer her a rose. You guys, her reaction was so precious!

But other sims started popping up that I need him to mingle with, so they had to cut their fateful meeting short. So they exchanged numbers...

And then stood there for five more minutes holding hands.

In the STREET.

Why can't I have a moment like THIS?

He hated seeing her go, but he loved watching her leave.

Meanwhile , I had him introduce himself to Callie Mackey (@bakersimmer)

To be funny, I had him give her a Howdy Introduction, and I think it worked out in his favor, because she responded like this!

Then he met a rather despondent Martin Davies (@starjira)...

...who was still in the middle of a frustrating case and could use the distraction of a dashing young fellow like Zavier. Zavier, who I have learned attracts damn near everyone around him, could sense Martin was in a weird mood and took it upon himself to try and cheer him up.

While they were chatting it up, I noticed Zavier's fashion twin, Pax Ramey (@theosconfessions) walking across the street.

Hot recognizes hot. They clicked like THAT.

And look, now they all ended up chatting like old friends from high school! Zavier really has that power.

Before I sent Zavier back inside, I noticed Jeremiah Gaston (@seulvgi) fishing randomly across the mini bridge.

"Cool eyes."

"Cool face."

We might have a pretty boy clique in this gameplay lol. Hopefully they let me sit with them ☺️

Once he reached his house, we noticed Ukupanipo Hekekia standing stock still outside the door. "That's strange," I said to myself, "It's not the Welcome Wagon event yet!"

Zavier wasn't initially freaked out by this stranger. In fact, he treated him with to the same suave charm he treated his fellow hot guys, and invited him in for a coffee.

This is what happened when they were actually inside.

🧍‍♂️

What a waste of time.

At this moment, we got a notification for the Romance Festival in San Myshuno, and I got an idea: What if he invites Rhea Moya to go to the Romance Festival TOGETHER????

Everything was falling into place. Rhea was hot, Zavier was hot, and the cold weather meant they'd have to snuggle up together.

And this, my friends, is where the best and worst thing ever happened to me...

[previous] - [next]

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE (… CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!)

I feel very motivated. Yes it’s 5 am

It’s December now……..originally wasn’t gonna consider this canon but it is. We’re cooking again. WE DRAW CLOSER TO 2002!!!!!!! its december 24th 2001 in story!!!

this one’s a quick one since it’s just a one off chrystler chapter.

hopefully it’ll hold u guys for just a LIITTLEEE longer while i work on other things too. by the way when i rewatched the eggnog match, it was so fast it actually made me mad LMAO, well not much you can do there anyway so i tried improvising..?

‘TWAS THE RAW before Christmas and you’re sure there’s a lot of holiday cheer. You’re excited. What’s the night got in store?

You received a blue and red envelope in your locker today.

It’s painfully obvious they were invited to Smackdown and Raw’s Christmas parties, but you think it’s only because they want you to see what each brand had in store. They hadn’t started the draft yet, but you’re sure both General Managers had their eyes on a few picks…including you.

All you can hope is that the fans don’t get tired of you. It’s probably the only way you’d be allowed to be a free agent.

Before you can leave, your phone rings. You’re a little concerned, given that you’re at work and have never ever gotten a call. You’re about to enter the room, but you take a step back to quickly answer. “Hello?”

‘Hello, sweetie! How are you? Are you working?’

It’s your mother, and when hearing her voice, you sigh. “Hey, yes. I’m working. Is something wrong?”

‘No, no at all.’ It makes you sigh again, but this time in relief. ‘I watched one of your shows. That Jeff boy seems very nice. I’d like if you bring him home for Christmas!’

Oh, that’s not…

It takes you a moment to respond. “What? Why?”

‘He just seems sweet! That is a pure-hearted boy, and you seem to care for him enough. I’ll be expecting you two love birds.’ She says. ‘That is if you’re able to come home.’

“I’m not sure. I think I might, but only for a day. The next Raw doesn’t get taped until…well, next year. In January. I forgot when Smackdown was.”

‘I hope you do. We miss you very much. Give what I said some thought! I won’t bother you anymore. I love you!’

“Love you too. Bye bye.” And you hang up. You don’t think you’ll ever tell anyone what she said. You probably wouldn’t hear the end of it!

You take a deep breath and shake it off. As you walk through the door, you’re greeted by a camera and…Pat Patterson and Gerald Brisco in elf outfits.

Wow, what a party Mr. McMahon has hosted…

Speaking of him, he was already at the door once he opened it. “I totally wasn’t listening to your conversation,” He clarified. You roll your eyes. But your boss is thrilled to see you, outstretching his arms.

“You’re the star of the night! I assure you, you’ve chosen the right party. You’re going to love it here.”

He tries going in for a hug, but you don’t react. Instead, he awkwardly reaches his hand out, and you shake it hesitantly. This is still your boss, after all.

“Everybody give a warm welcome to [Name]!” Vince announced. Great, now everyone’s staring.

You give a small wave as everyone in the room soundly greets you. Some of these people look familiar. Billy and Chuck, Terri, Christian, The Dudley Boyz….

And then there’s Stacy. Your eyes brighten once you see her in the room. She’s the only one you know well. She’s also excited to see you, hopping off of (who you can assume is) Bubba’s lap.

“[Name]! You came!”

“Hi.” You wave. “You look nice.”

Your voice is dry, which makes Stacy pout in return. However, your compliment puts her at ease. “Thanks!”

She then takes her hand and pulls on your shirt. “What’s with this? I thought you’d be all dressed up! It’s about to be Christmas! You dressed up when we were in WCW, remember?”

You do. It’s not because you wanted to, either. You didn’t really have a choice. Management wanted all the girls to come out in their little cute Santa’s helper costumes, and the moment you complained about it, you were told that you could just go for the day…and not be on TV.

You shake your head. “I’d rather just wear my regular clothes. Now, you may ask why again. The answer…is because I can. “To you, that reason was as good as any.

“Ugh, come on.” She whines. “I wanted to see you in something nice. I think the crowd would love it, too!”

There lies the problem. You scoff. “As if I’m showing any kind of skin in this landfill of a place called Miami. Of all the states we have to be in, it’s Florida?! Gross..” Your words incite booing from the crowd, but it’s not like you can hear them anyway. “This place sucks. I saw a man wrestling an alligator outside.”

“You’re silly. You should take a load off.” Stacy grins. Little did she know, you were dead serious. And the man was WINNING! Incredible.

You figured there was no convincing Stacy. She must’ve thought you were crazy.....if she doesn’t already.

She takes her hand and pats your shoulder. “It’s okay, [Name]. Maybe you’re just a little hazy from excitement. You should have some fun with us!”

“I don’t think I can.” You decline. “I’ve got a segment soon. So, not for long. Whatever’s going on here, I’m happy to see we’re all getting along.”

“I’m taking that you like it here?” Vince cuts in, then motions towards the other wrestlers. “See all the star power in here. That could be you. You can be involved. You sign with SmackDown, I promise you you’ll see that and more.”

You will consider. You’re not entirely sure whether or not you want to be with either brand because they have pros and cons. The problem is, which one would you rather deal with?

“Right, um..” You hesitate for a second, and Vince immediately jumps on his chance.

“Well, why don’t you come over and drink some punch? If that’s not your thing, we’ve got a lot of options.” He holds up a bottle of sparkling cider.

Man, he’s really trying hard, huh?

The arrival of Booker T grabs his attention, and you slink away to Christian instead. “Hey! Been a while.”

Christian looks around before looking at you with a grin. (Something you know he did on purpose) “If it isn’t my favorite fan! How’s it going, tiny?”

It’s been a while since he’s even called you that nickname, and it still does NOT hold true. You swear to god it’s not true. “I have definitely been fine! Just hanging in there.”

“I dunno, what you did at Vengeance was completely nuts. Are you sure you’re just hanging in there? Not gonna do the same to me, are you?” He asks.

“No. I just want to relax today! I really do.” You admit. You’re tired, and you want some time to think. This party does nothing for your racing thoughts, but the least you could do was try and enjoy it before leaving.

Which was probably soon.

“I don’t mean to butt in at all,” Terri comes over to you and rubs your shoulder. “But are you doing alright? The last time I saw you was when you mistook me for Torrie. And you had a bit of a meltdown during Vengeance.”

Wow, you really did leave a mark. Everyone must know about your little stunt. You fight a smile. “I’m just fine. I got my anger out and everything. I’m totally not mad.”

That was a lie. You are still mad and are unsure how long it’ll last, but you are still upset at Torrie. You’re still upset at Jeff and Raven as well, but the difference is that you don’t think you’ll ever forgive her for what she’s done so far.

Terri was going to speak again, but Vince loudly called everyone to attention. “You guys! Listen up, I got a surprise.” The door opens, and you don’t believe your eyes. “Courtesy of Santa himself, Santa’s little helpers!”

….Wait a second, these aren’t elves. They’re women! Did he seriously invite strippers?

They’re fully clothed, but their dresses were so short you might as well consider it next to nothing. It’s not like you’re complaining per se, but jeez. Wasn’t this supposed to be a kid-friendly show?

Haha, as if. You chuckle to yourself a bit.

Vince is introducing them as Santa’s helpers indeed. He takes “Vixen’s” hand to lead her onto a table.

“Alright,” You don’t want to stay around for this. “You guys have a good night, okay? I think I’m cutting it close. I need to get out in the ring.”

“But I’ve got a lot to show you, [Name]. You can’t just leave yet!” Vince tried to convince you, but you shook your head.

“Really can’t. But I promise I’ll consider Smackdown.”

You have to quickly exit before he can say anymore, but you can’t deny that you’re excited to talk in the ring.

Did you expect anything less from Vince McMahon? No. Hopefully, Raw would fare better.

Well, you’ll see soon enough.

It’s your turn to go out there, and you were pretty amped up about it. Sure, it’s another show of Raw, but it’s Christmas Eve, and Santa should be out and about now!

You want to show the crowd and everyone at home how excited you are for Christmas. Today’s another episode of Time Out with [Name]!

Once your entrance music plays, you push back the curtains and head down the ramp. Thanks to your stunt at Vengeance, you got a lot of mixed reactions from the crowd. 

Jerry is the first to point it out. ‘Well, she seems to be in a good mood, JR!’

‘She sure is. I’m not sure if we should be on guard or not. That woman is a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode.’

Thankfully, they had given you a mic before going out there. The moment you slid into the ring and were faced to face with thousands of people, you couldn’t help but fall into a laugh.

“Okay, I know what you guys are thinking,” You begin. “Vengeance may have gotten a little out of hand! I get it. But if you were in my shoes, you’d understand! Anyway, that’s not why I came here tonight.”

JR can only shake his head. ‘Well, I’m sure we’d all like to hear what’s going on in that mind of hers.’

“I have an extraordinary guest today..” You trail off. “In fact, you all know him very well! He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake! It’s Santa—“

The Rock’s music plays instead. He quickly storms down to the ring, and you’re actually shocked that he interrupted you like that. The crowd cheers so loudly that you can’t even hear your thoughts. You figured it was a given. You’re in Miami, after all.

You start to talk as soon as he starts climbing into the ring. “Um, excuse me? Rocky?” The little pet name you call him makes him raise that iconic eyebrow toward you. “I-I didn’t call for you. I was waiting for Santa. But you’re more than welcome to wait for him with me.”

He stares at you momentarily, then reaches over the ring for a mic. There’s still more silence, and as you await your response, you look at him expectantly.

“..No.” He finally says. “The Rock came here to share a very important message with the MILLIONS—and MILLIONS—of Rock’s fans.”

“I get that.” You say. “I’m all for it, but this is my show. Like, jeez, if you’re gonna interrupt Santa, at least let me ask you some questions.”

“You think Santa’s coming here?! Miami is hot as hell, the guy’s gonna melt!” He’s got a fair point. But it’s Christmas! Santa would make a way to get here one way or another. “[Name], The Rock came out here because he has a few questions for you. You’re going to want to hear this, sweetheart.”

You’d be almost flattered at the pet name if it wasn’t for the slight derisive tone behind it. You can’t deny your curiosity, though. “Oh, pray tell!”

“You and The Rock both hate Chris Jericho. You and The Rock also hate….Stephanie McMahon.” He says. It’s true. Very true! You hate both of them. “And because we share the same hatred, The Rock has gotten you a gift. Consider it a peace offering.”

How sweet! Can’t refuse presents. Maybe Santa could wait for a minute. Hopefully, Austin won’t get too angry that you’ve accepted this.

He reaches over the ropes to one of the stagehands, and he’s handed a neatly wrapped gift. It is handed off to you, and you’re already excited, ripping it open as fast as possible.

The camera zooms in on your gift, and it’s…

…a book with a red bull on the cover. You look at him in confusion before repeating the title for the crowd. “The Rock’s night before Christmas? Did you really just give me a book??”

The Rock ignores your comment, and the crowd laughs as he takes the book away from you.

“You sure are. Here, let The Rock help you,” He flips open the book to one of the pages. “Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even….a mouse.” He pauses for a moment. “The weather was warm, not a trace of snow, just as The Rock got ready to whoop Chris Jericho.”

You nod your head. The only reason why you’re playing along is because of the Jericho line.

But he teases you anyway. “…See, there you go. That’s how you read a book. Go on, try it.” He hands it back to you.

You clear your throat. Guess that’ll be a way to pass the time waiting for Santa. “Jericho claims to be the best. The Rock has found this quite brutal. Clearly, Chris Jericho is a man who has no strudel.”

Whatever that means. The crowd goes crazy, though.

You look over to The Rock, and he nods in approval. He makes a motion with his hands for you to keep going. “I am a living legend! Y2J would sing, trembling with fear as he heads into the peoples ring…and faster, faster than Scrooge, saw the ghost of Christmas past—“

The Rock cuts you off, finishing the rhyme once and for all. “The Rock hit the people’s ring and WHOOPED Y2J’S ASS!”

Wow! What a wonderful Christmas gift. Not.

You thought it was something useful. For all you care, he could’ve gifted you a chair. A brand new kendo stick. Maybe even a steel pole. Hell, you’d even take a pair of socks over this book.

“Not to sound ungrateful, but this is my gift? No joke?”

The Rock nodded. “Well?? Do you like it?”

Your silence told a million words. The moment you’re about to speak, you can’t help but laugh once more. It takes you a minute to pull it together.

“As much as I would love to rag on Jericho, and believe me, I would LOVE to rag on him, that’s not what I expected. It’s Santa. And in the spirit of Christmas, it just so happens I have a gift for the crowd, too.”

The crowd cheers, but you already know what they’re thinking. You point a finger upward. “No, it has nothing to do with me taking my clothes off!”

And just like that, the crowd begins to boo. Aw.

Just as you’re about to spill the deets about your Christmas gift, the familiar tune of Kurt Angle’s music plays. For the love of god, you just want Santa Claus!!

“Sorry, guys..” Kurt insincerely apologizes from the top of the ramp. “All this talk about Christmas makes me think about something. What is it that you said about Santa Claus? He sees you when you’re sleeping..he knows when you’re awake?”

You scoff at the mimicking of what you said earlier, but he continues. “Well, if you ask me, Saint Nick is a pervert! I’ll tell ya what, I hope Santa isn’t watching tonight because I plan on being very naughty.”

How dare he drag Santa’s name through the dirt like that? “You can’t say those things about Santa. Most importantly, you can’t just say you’ll be naughty! You’re the pervert!” You accuse.

“You’re the only one thinking that way, [Name]!” Kurt accused back. “And boy, I am glad you’re not stripping out here tonight. Now that’s a relief. This is supposed to be a kid-friendly show!” Yeah right.

“Are you sure about that?” You question. “Earlier, there was—“

He quickly cuts you off. “As a matter of fact, you or anyone else shouldn’t be idolizing Santa. There is someone far more powerful than he is, and it’s Vince McMahon. In fact, he got your Olympic hero a very special Christmas present.”

“Vince makes little kids cry at that sight of him!” You accuse. “You think they’d idolize him??”

You’re unsure if it is true, but he’s scary. You remember when he ran towards you and Trish during that one match. A literal nightmare. “What did you get? I bet it’s not better than mine!”

“Don’t you know?” As Kurt is speaking, you can hear the crowd chanting ‘asshole’ around you. It makes you giggle. “It’s—“

“Woah, woah, woah!” The Rock interrupts. “Please let them finish calling you an asshole!”

You seem exasperated that your show has been hijacked yet again, on Christmas Eve nonetheless. “Guys, there’s gotta be a way we can settle this. You know, somewhere else?”

“No, no, you’re gonna wanna hear this,” Kurt says. Both of them have said that, so that means that you won’t like it as much..

“That present is a shot at the undisputed title. That’s right, tonight is going to be a triple-threat match. The Rock versus Chris Jericho versus Kurt Angle. Ho, ho, ho, it’s true!”

You had brushed it off when she said it in passing, but Trish really had a point when she said that the men ruin everything. This was already cutting into your time.

Kurt seems to be confident, though. “And I tell you what, Rock, your chances at winning the title in front of these sleazy hometown losers just went slim to none!”

“Let me just say,” You decide to add. “That Stone Cold Steve Austin would wipe you two off the map! Uh, no offense, Rocky.” You say, gently setting a hand onto his bicep. “If Vince McMahon had any good in him, which I doubt, he would let Austin into that triple threat and make it a fatal four-way!”

The jeering quickly turns into cheers, and you bow to your fantastic suggestion.

“Oh, absolutely not!” Kurt yells. He decides to make his way down the ramp, and you start to feel like this isn’t ending well. “I got this fair and square. Stone Cold doesn’t deserve this as much as I do. There’s a reason why Vince put the Olympic Gold Medalist into action and not some trailer park trash.”

Ouch. You wince.

“Seeing as you came out here and interrupted [Name] ’s little show..” Finally, the recognition you deserve. “Just let The Rock finish his Christmas message and he’ll tell you exactly how he feels about this whole thing—“

The sound of holiday bells fills the arena, and you immediately shush The Rock, albeit ruder than you intended to be. “SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” You yell. “IT’S SANTA!”

Lo and behold, it’s Jolly Old Saint Nick himself. Santa’s holding a red sack, which is likely full of presents.

More than likely, it was merchandise, and Santa reached in and began tossing things into the crowd. You’re giving him a standing ovation.

The Rock looks at you as if you’re insane. Even Kurt, who had just begun climbing the ropes into the ring, shoots you a look as well.

“Look! It’s Santa!” You exclaim, pointing right at him. “He’s right there! I told you guys he was coming!”

After a minute of throwing things out into the crowd, Santa chucks his bag into the ring and clambers in. You immediately hold out your mic for him to take. You’ll grab another one, you don’t even care.

“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa bellowed. This is really happening in real time. You skip over to the ropes and reach for a new mic as he continues talking. “Have you wrestlers been good this year?!”

You make haste to grab a new microphone. “I have!” There’s a giggle in your voice. “I don’t know about them, but I’ve been the nicest!”

Kurt shakes his head. “I don’t think so! You beat up poor Stephanie McMahon just a few weeks ago!” He calls back to your handicap match, but in your defense, she started it.

“That wasn’t my fault. Stephanie was trying to interfere! She even interrupted my show!” You shoot back. “You know, like you two interrupted mine?!”

He’s still not swayed. “She’s a potential business partner! You can’t just do that to a potential business partner!” Kurt then gives you a sardonic grin. “Personally, I’m just making it better.”

“A potential business partner? HA! Maybe on the street!” You laugh. “I swear to god, I will—“

Santa immediately puts a stop to your petty bickering. “Friends! There’s no need to argue. I can see how good you are in your hearts!”

That was so real. You smile, but The Rock is shaking his head. He points a finger toward him. “So, Santa, you came to The Rock’s hometown of Miami…..all the way from the North Pole? The Rock isn’t sure if he believes that.”

“What do you mean you don’t believe it?! He’s Santa!” You motion towards him.

Kurt doesn’t believe it either. “Yeah, right. I hate to agree with him, but look at him!”

All three of you turn to look at Santa at the same time. You personally see nothing wrong with him. “What’s the deal? This is definitely Santa.”

“…Well, [Name], whatd’ya want for Christmas?” Santa asks.

“See! How else would he know my name if he wasn’t Santa?” You question. You take a second to think about what you want, then bring the mic up so you can talk.

As soon as you’re about to speak, Santa Claus stands up and cuts you off. “Aht, aht, aht!” He waves a finger. “That was a test. Never tell your wish! Fret not, Santa knows all. Perhaps you’ll get what you want this year!”

You’re convinced and happy. That’s all that matters.

“Listen, ‘SANTA,’ Kurt sarcastically begins. “If you’re the real deal, I want to win the Undisputed Championship tonight. Can ya’ do that for me?!”

“I apologize, Kurt, but…. you’ve told me your wish; I don’t believe I can grant it.”

“HA!” You laugh. He’s not getting the Undisputed title for sure now. That’s one less thing for you to worry about.

“You can’t grant my wish...” Kurt repeats, nodding his head a bit. “Okay.” He shrugs it off momentarily, giving the impression that he’s about to leave, but he swoops Santa off his feet and into an Olympic Slam. As soon as Poor Santa hits the ground, Kurt angrily yells at him. “YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME MY WISH, SANTA!”

“Wait!!” You yell. But it’s too late. “NOO! What’re you doing?! I can’t believe you!!!” You’re so distraught that your words are coming out way too fast. Kurt Angle just gave Santa an Olympic Slam!

To make things worse, Kurt pulls him right into the Ankle Lock. You’re yelling, but The Rock just stands there. That is until he decides to yank Kurt back and exchange blows with him instead.

As of right now, pain is all you feel. You kneel down to the fallen Santa, trying your best to help him up.

There’s one thing for sure. This Raw would be memorable…for all the wrong reasons.

Today’s matches are as follows…

RIKISHI VS. TEST

APA VS. BILLY AND CHUCK

TORRIE WILSON VS. STACY KEIBLER VS. [NAME] (EGGNOG MATCH)

RVD VS. LANCE STORM

CHRISTIAN VS. THE HURRICANE (EUROPEAN TITLE)

BOOKER T VS. MAVEN

BUBBA CLAUS VS. TAJIRI CLAUS

CHRIS JERICHO VS. KURT ANGLE VS. THE ROCK

You double take once you see your name alongside Stacy and Torrie.

Who put you in the eggnog match? You’re going to kill someone. This is probably one of the first gimmick matches you’ve had here, and it makes you reconsider shunning a bra and panties match…

….Nah, nothing would ever make you reconsider that. By some stroke of luck, you haven’t been signed up for one. However, you’d much rather have an actual match tonight!

Now you’ve got a bone to pick with Raw’s new owner. More than likely, he had something to do with this, so you can’t blame Vince THIS TIME. You may just start blaming him for shits and giggles, though.

“[Name]!”

You look behind you to see RVD storming down the hall. He doesn’t seem in the greatest of moods, but you still try and be friendly. “Hey there! What’s up?”

It’s a bit off-putting to see him so irritated. He seems so laid back. The moment he grabs your shoulders is when you realize that it may be serious. “Have you seen Chris Jericho? This is important.”

Seems like everyone’s looking for him. He is always causing trouble. You think it’ll only get worse now that he’s the Undisputed champion, but you can only hope someone else can beat him.

If that doesn’t happen, perhaps you’ll have to intervene.

He rubs his temple. “He attacked me on Heat before Vengeance. I know he’s performing tonight, but I don’t care. Lance Storm had a lot to say about it, so now I’ve gotta kick his ass.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it. My advice is to try the locker room. He’s vain enough to stay in there for days if he could. I’m sure he loves checking himself out.” You recommend.

RVD seems to relax a bit. He doesn’t think he can be mad around you, at least not for long. He lets go of your shoulders. “Alright, Miss Nitro. I’ll try.”

That’s like the second nickname someone’s given you. Can’t complain about it, though. It’s kinda cute!

Though you feel bad that you can only catch him in the halls, you smile anyway. “I’ll catch up with you later. I’ve gotta hit up the party. We’ve gotta hang out sometime. I really enjoyed it when we were a team.”

“Ditto.” He agrees. “Well, when you need a partner, come find me.”

You wave at him, he returns it, and you two go your separate ways. The main objective was to get to Raw’s party. Talking to Ric Flair was really important.

You could hear a distant “woo!!” from down the hallway. Yeah, he’s definitely in there.

You pick up the pace a bit to reach the door, and you quickly open it. Upon entry, you can see more people that you know. Trish, Jacqueline, Big Show, Hurricane, Tajiri, Torrie…

Seeing her sitting in Santa Tajiri’s lap, you can’t help but stare in awe. She seems surprised, too, not expecting you to be at the party. There’s a camera here, so it follows you to where you stand. You cross your arms.

They did an awful job of telling you these things.

You glance around again and notice that Edge is here, too. God damn it.

Once you and Torrie locked eyes, the room fell silent. Some of your coworkers are starting to get an idea of how unstable you are.

They just hoped you wouldn’t go ballistic on her right now. It’s a party! You’re supposed to be having fun! You get the gist, so you decide to clear the air. “I just want to talk to Ric Flair. I'm not here to fight or anything.”

Nevermind the fact you got an invitation..

Everyone seems to let out a sigh of relief, continuing their miscellaneous conversations. Were they really that concerned..?

The Nature Boy makes his way over to you. “You called for me?!” You flinch at his tone of voice. He’s so loud.

“Yeah, why’d you schedule me in that eggnog match?” You question. “I don’t want to be in it. In fact, there’s no reason for me to be in it.”

He grabs a drink from the table and raises it up toward you in offering. “I thought it would be a good opportunity, I wanna see you wrestle!”

You wave your hand at him. “You did! Remember that one match with The Rock? You fixed the match!”

“Not good enough! I wanna see some hair pullin’, eye scratchin’, clothes rippin’! Woo!” Ric chants. “You’re the only person that can deliver it! I've seen you go at it when you were in WCW!”

You can’t even get a word out before he’s yelling even more. “MERRY CHRISTMAS, FROM THE NATURE BOY!! WE ARE PARTYING DOWN TONIGHT, WE ARE LOOKIN’ GOOD!”

You really fight the urge to say: “Take your pills, old man,” but you instead decide to zip it for now. Guess you’ll have to participate.

Meanwhile, Edge makes his way over to you. He’s got garland wrapped around his neck like a scarf, and you know he’s still goofy as ever.

“Hey there, you.” He greets.

You wave. “Hi.” This is too awkward for you, so you cut to the chase. “We’re fine now, right? I saw you catch my kiss. I blew you.”

“Hah, blew me.” Edge chuckled. Ha, ha. You almost laughed, he’s sooo hilarious. “I don’t know why you came out there, but I kind of liked it.”

You’re happy. At least he didn’t seem to be mad at you anymore. He totally took things out of context. You wanted to map out a few things to say to him in your head, but it’s tough when Torrie talks so loudly in her squeaky voice.

It’s like she was doing it on purpose. Like she’s raising her voice so that you could hear. If that’s what she wants, so be it. You turn around to look.

“Wooow!!” She chirps, unwrapping a lingerie set from the box. “You want me to be naughty, don’t you?! It’s beautiful, I love it!”

God, you hate her. You swiftly turn around to leave but are stopped by Debra coming in with a tray of neatly placed cookies.

“Hey, sweetie!” She greets you with a big smile. “I’m glad you could make it! It’s not a party without my famous cookies!”

You’re gonna be honest. Those look like the sugar cookies from the store, but you’ll still eat them.

She hands over the tray to Ric. “Oh! Steve will be here any minute!” He’s coming too?! Cool! It is a little surprising to hear he’s actually gonna show up. Everyone in the room starts to cheer, including the crowd.

Alright, perhaps the night can turn itself around after all.

Eggnog shouldn’t be that bad. It's not your favorite drink, but it’s better than gravy. You bet poor Trish had to take so many showers.

It honestly reminds you of when Kurt hosed the Alliance down with milk. You won’t ever forget that night. You shiver just thinking about it.

The ladies of the night have already made their entrance. You’re the last one to come out. You don’t even bother dressing up all festive, as your gear will probably be drenched anyway.

Your music hits. Now’s the time to go out there and get this match done as quick as you can.

“And finally, introducing [Name]!”

For a moment, you stop midway on the ramp to look at the girls and the pool of eggnog.

If they said this was for a WCW taping, you would’ve believed them.

You finally reach the end of the ramp, looking over and shaking your head. You can’t believe you’re doing this. All the while, Torrie’s tossing candy canes into the crowd while you walk over toward the side. At least someone’s enjoying this.

As soon as you get down there, she turns toward you and coyly passes you a candy cane, but you slap it out of her hand. You don’t want that shit.

Stacy quickly takes advantage, yanking her over by the shoulder and slapping her. Stacy yells over to you, “Let’s throw her in!”

Absolutely. You give her a nod, and the two of you back over to Torrie. The both of you pick her up, adjusting so she doesn’t get hurt too bad when you toss her.

“One, two….” You begin to count, the two of you rocking back and forth. “Three!” And there she goes, right into the pool of eggnog. Some of it splashes on you, but you don’t care.

Cameras around you flashed and it almost blinded you for a moment, causing you to squint for a moment before rubbing your eyes.

Once you come to, you see Stacy raising her hand for a high five. You smile and give her one, but as soon as she turns her back on you to laugh at Torrie, you shove her into the pool.

What an idiot! It’s every woman for themselves tonight. While you actually start to find this fun, you foresee a messy shower in the future. Carefully, you step right into the pool. You didn’t want to slip and hurt yourself.

Of course, the first thing you do is to try and drown Torrie. Just to shut her up for a bit. You grab her hair, submerge her under the eggnog for a minute or two, and then pull her back up. She’s coughing and sputtering.

Stacy’s doing her best to regain some balance, even trying to grab on the referee for some leverage. You’re too focused on Torrie, though.

The smell of eggnog was starting to make you sick. You don’t think you ever want to see eggnog ever again.

You try to adjust to pull Torrie onto a very slippery STF, but you keep losing your grip every few seconds. You did your best to keep it on, though.

Torrie reaches her hand out, but there’s no rope to save her now. You think she’s just about to tap!….until Stacy got her head back in the game and broke up the submission.

Now, you’ll have to focus on her for a minute. There’s not much you can do in the pool, which is one of the reasons why you hated this match so much.

She drags you off of Torrie and starts slapping you around a bit. Seems like she doesn’t know what to do either.

That damn Ric Flair. What did you even get out of this? Definitely not a title match that’s for sure.

Either you do a roll up pin or you force them to tap. You’re leaning on the latter. You don’t know your time limit, so you’re gonna have to make do. You scoop Stacy up and slam her back into the pool, eggnog splashing everywhere.

Poor Torrie’s little Santa outfit was almost halfway off of her. Stacy was in the same state. You were smart enough NOT to dress in anything like that. The crowd can have them, but not you!

“You girls have five more minutes!” The referee whisper-shouted.

Five minutes, okay. That’s not bad. Five minutes…

Wait, FIVE MINUTES?! Not good. You start to panic inwardly, and Torrie is the first to catch on.

She comes out of character to check in on you for a second. That is, after she coughs out more eggnog.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine, but five minutes!” You exclaim, nearly losing your own footing, trying to adjust yourself.

You all need to start wrapping it up then. You’re almost disappointed it’s already almost over. Almost.

“Stacy!” You whisper-shout. “You’re gonna have to tap!” When you finish your sentence, you’re already moving to sweep her off her feet.

You really wish it was Torrie, but she’s too busy trying to get herself together. Man, if she threw up, there’s gonna be a problem.

Stacy desperately tries to claw at your arm to escape, to no avail. The referee circles around you two, and before you know it, she is tapping, causing eggnog to splash everywhere.

You let her go and shove her away, and the referee helps you up to raise your arm. You’re just ready to get the fuck out of dodge. You actually think that was the most embarrassing match you’ve been in.

“The winner of the eggnog match, [Name]!”

You snatch your arm from the referee and turn away to walk begrudgingly up the ramp, but don’t forget to bat your hand at the girls and the pool.

Your music blares in your ears, but it all sounds dull. All you care about is hitting the showers.

You’ve won, but at what cost? Sometimes, you really can’t help but hate your job.

As soon as you hit that curtain, Ric Flair gives you a round of applause with a smile. “Bravo!” Shockingly enough, he’s not being annoyingly loud. “Woooo! That was a show!”

“Good enough for you?” You ask sardonically. One of the stagehands passes you a towel, and you thank them. You use it to dry your face and hair. It’s gonna have to do for now.

God, you think you may have gotten eggnog in your ear…

“Hope you’re satisfied.” You have to hit your palm against your ear.

He just laughs, making you narrow your eyes.

“Listen, listen, I just have a deal for you. Because you did the favor of participating in this match, I’ve thought…how would you like to participate in the Royal Rumble?”

“What?!” You exclaim, nearly dropping your towel. “Are you serious?”

“Sure am. You see, I would like to surprise Vince. To keep him on his toes, I’m a bigger threat than he’ll ever know.” Ric explains. “There’s only 30 spots; I’m sure he will fill them quickly. So, you may want to talk to your fellow wrestlers. Maybe they’ll give up a spot.”

That’ll be hard to do. You know for a fact no man is willing to give up a spot like that. You’ll have to drive a hard bargain…

It takes a moment for you to respond. “..Well, I would love to, really! But I wouldn’t know how to get anyone to give up their spot. And I would have to just. I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

It was sprung onto you so suddenly that you weren’t sure what to do. Ric understands, luckily.

“Well, how about this? You take the rest of the night off. Go get cleaned up and think about it. Trust me, both of us are the winners.”

Now, that is an offer you cannot refuse. You’ll have to join the party next time.

For now, you just need to think.

[reidsaurora]

TIS ME.

being unique and all with emily prentiss x gn! reader - candy cane kisses. :)))

"As The Snow Flutters Down" ~ E. Prentiss

Summary: Just a cute lil blurb about playing in the snow with Miss Prentiss 🫶🏻

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x GN!Reader

Word Count: 873

Content Warning: slightly suggestive but not really, mild mention of food, i think that's it

Genre: Fluff of course

Extra Notes: none i can think of!

Based On the Prompts: "You're going to catch a cold!" *Achew!* "See? Now what did I tell you!" ☆ "Please, come inside and warm up, won't you?"

Originally Written: 01/07/2022

Beta Read By: @lukeclvez and @leftoverenvy

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'Twas the day before Christmas and outside the house, snow was falling down and that's where you'd find Emily Prentiss' spouse.

"You're gonna catch a cold!" Emily scolded from the doorway. Not a second later, a small Ah-choo! could be heard from across the yard.

Emily smirked, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "See, now what did I tell you?"

"Don't care!" you yelled back, falling into the mound of snow you'd been building for nearly a half hour. "I'm having fun, which is more than you can say!"

Emily rolled her eyes, shaking her head and making her raven hair bounce against her shoulders. "This is what I get for marrying someone younger than me, isn't it?" she scoffed. "You're so childish. You know that, right?"

A smug smile pulled at your lips as you nodded. "At least I'm not an old stick in the mud!" you teased back.

Surprisingly, despite it being December, it was the first snowfall of the year, and you were basking in every second of it. You'd already made three snow angels in the front yard of your townhome and had spent the past half hour working on the aforementioned snow mound in hopes of using it as a fortress if Emily finally gave in and came outside for a snowball fight.

Emily on the other hand hated absolutely anything hiemal. On the Christmases leading up to your meeting, she'd always save up her vacation time and treat herself to a trip to Hawaii, basking in the warm rays and flaunting her tan when she'd go back to work.

Emily reckoned most everything about your relationship was an "opposites attract" situation. You liked the cold, she liked the warm. She preferred chocolate, you preferred vanilla. She was an early riser, you were a night owl.

There was one thing you both could always agree on: that you loved each other more than you'd ever loved a person before. That's how you ended up married after all, and now, how you ended up trying to convince her to play with you in the snow.

Emily rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that afternoon as she leaned on the doorway. "You're ridiculous!"

"And you're mean!" you pouted.

After a moment, you came to terms with the fact that you were getting nowhere with pouting. Time for phase two: practically begging. "Baby, please? Your coat's right by the door. And we don't have to stay out here all day, just for a little while!" you bargained, your bottom-lip puckered out impossibly further than it already was.

She looked away for a moment, her expression one of consideration. "Hmm," she said, tapping a finger against her chin, "only if you promise we can take a warm bath together afterward."

With a smirk, you replied, "Well, how could I say no to that?"

That was how you found yourself dodging snowball after snowball, running and ducking behind everything your front lawn had to offer. "You can't catch me!" you'd taunt. "Oh, yes, I can!" she'd yell back, hitting you smack dab in the face with a snowball.

After a while, she'd called out, "Hey, can we call a truce? My legs aren't what they used to be."

Out of breath and probably on the verge of collapse, you managed to reply, "Yes, please."

You'd started to make your way toward the porch, slowly but surely. By this point, your boots were sticky with snow and your legs felt like Jell-O.

"Hey!" she shouted, grabbing your attention. "I have a gift for you, my love."

She seemed innocent enough, but cautiously you walked back toward her. "Yeah?"

Emily lifted her hands, showing off the heart-shaped snowball she'd made. "To represent the love I have for you."

Your cheeks blushed evermore crimson as you leaned over, not wanting to smash her creation. You left a soft kiss on her chapped lips, taking in the taste of the candy cane she'd been eating earlier. "I love you."

All of a sudden, you were met with a handful of snow, the spare snowflakes settling on your eyelashes as you scoffed. "I love you too," she smirked. "Now can we please go inside and warm up?"

You were tempted to grab a handful of snow and get your well-deserved payback, but resisted. "I hate you."

She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, clinging to you as you both trudged toward the house. "I love you, too."

The majority of your night was spent in peppermint scented bubble bath, taking turns massaging the knots out of each other's shoulders after your long day of fun and play. Though soon enough, you found yourselves cuddled in bed, watching whatever crappy Hallmark movie was on, your arms around Emily's tummy as your head rested against her chest. She trailed soft kisses along your hairline, taking in the scent of the vanilla shampoo she'd used earlier on your hair.

The room was nearly silent, save for the television, until the alarm rang out through her phone on the nightstand.

With a content sigh, you smiled, "Merry Christmas, my angel."

"Merry Christmas to you," she said, leaving a delicate kiss on your hair, "and to you, a good night."

OK IDC IF I WROTE EMILY VERY BADLY, THIS IS KINDA CUTE 🫶🏻

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Holiday (bonus points if it's Halloween) / GPP

"Everyone ready?" Willie called from their room.

"Why are we doing a costume reveal again?" Carrie griped.

"Because it's fun!" Kayla exclaimed. "You remember fun right Care Bear?"

"I am plenty fun, thank you very much," was Carrie's reply.

"Yeah you are doll face!" Reggie shouted, and they could all hear the leer in his voice.

"Let's get on with it, I'm already regretting my life choices," Alex said.

Doors opened, and everyone emerged, and immediately, Willie laughed. "Yes, no one doubled this year!" At Kayla's confused expression, he explained. "Last year Luke and Reggie were both Han Solo."

"I was totally the beter Han," Luke grumbled, "But I let Reg have it."

"You made an equally cute cowboy," Julie assured him with a kiss to his cheek.

"Not as cute as Alex is this year!" Willie exclaimed.

"Excuse you, I am Ken," Alex replied, tilting his hat. "At your insistence, may I add."

"Well yeah, because you refused to be Alan," Willie replied, adjusting his red wig.

"I am so glad I decided to not go as Barbie," Carrie stated, though she had still stuck to her favourite colour palate in her Glinda the Good Witch costume, mirroring Kayla in her Elphaba get up; all green and black.

"You would have made a terrific Barbie," Flynn assured her, fixing her eyeliner in the mirror, her sparkly Cinderella dress leaving traces of glitter everywhere as she did.

"We ready for the party?" Julie asked, straightening her tight red dress and ensuring her horns were right.

"Ready as we'll ever be," Luke replied, blowing the blonde fringe out of his eyes. "Though next time I insist on going as Cobain, someone tell me to get a better wig."

"At least you look good with the facial hair," Reggie offered, picking at the fake little moustache he was sporting. "Cary Elwes should have words with the costume designer for this atrocity."

"Well you aren't allowed to grow a real one," Julie stated. "Not after last time."

There was a collective shudder. "You looked like a math teacher," Aex quipped.

"Yeah yeah, yuk it up," Reggie grumbled. "See if I share any of my discount candy tomorrow with you."

"I liked the goatee," Kayla stated.

"You can have the Tootsie pops then," Reggie replied.

"Sweet, those are my favourites anyways," Kayla replied.

"Ew, no one likes Tootsie pops," Carrie said, scrunching up her nose.

"I do."

"Your taste is questionable," Carrie argued back.

"I'm with you aren't I?"

Carrie hummed and pulled her in for a kiss. "You are, so for that I can forgive your awful taste in candy."

"Let's go lesbians," Flynn said, offering her arms to the girls. "And the rest of you queers as well."

"To the party!" everyone chorused.

"So... no to trick or treating at the fancy mansions along the way?" Reggie asked.

In the end, they may of hit up just a few houses. Hey, twas the season after all!

Plus, it meant full sized bars and gourmet chips, which no one was gonna turn down, not even Carrie.

[wakatshi]

❛ THROUGH THE LATE NIGHT ❜ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ PLOT — getting your hookup’s phone number —an easy task, although being high gets you the wrong number and a stranger’s confusing answer. ushijima wakatoshi, ceo and billionaire. how’d you end up texting him from all people? he’s a man of a few words. a man who’s too busy to reciprocate your useless flirting attempts, too busy to concern himself with relationships. you can’t see through him. he’s stern and harsh. too stuck up for you.

curiosity killed the cat. it didn’t kill you, but it sure got you caught up in the middle of something far more dangerous than you could’ve ever expected. the streets of tokyo hide dark secrets and the city you once knew turns into a long forgotten memory.

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ PART IV— wasabi peanuts fan.

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ WC — 1.6K WORDS / WARNINGS — nsfw, mdni, fem reader, (mentions of) kidnap, being drunk & sex, pussy eating (very short)

the floor creaking doesn’t seem to bother the sleeping blonde, nor your phone hitting his floor twice in the span of barely two minutes. he must be a deep sleeper. you mumble a shit and turn around to look at him for one last time before leaving his bedroom and you swear for a moment the sight of him stirred something inside your stomach.

your mind’s being suddenly invaded by too many thoughts – what if you stayed for a little longer? sleep for two or three hours, wake up and run your fingers through his blonde hair like you did last night. atsumu looks stupidly cute. one leg hanging off the bed, hands splayed all over the mattress. he’s shirtless and wearing only a pair of boxers, body half covered by a blanket.

your mind’s being suddenly invaded by too many thoughts – what if you stayed for a little longer? sleep for two or three hours, wake up and run your fingers through his blonde hair like you did last night. atsumu looks stupidly cute. one leg hanging off the bed, hands splayed all over the mattress. he’s shirtless and wearing only a pair of boxers, body half covered by a blanket.

it’s not surprising he’s in such good shape. he’s a bodyguard after all. it’s impossible to take your eyes off him when he’s.. right there, even though he’s doing absolutely nothing but sleeping and snoring.

but you refuse to satiate your curiosity for now. you have a job, but even so, you feel like it’s just a shitty excuse for you to leave as quickly as possible. you haven’t done that in a long, long time and it freaks you out. it feels like you’re rusty in some sort of way– falling in love, dating.

it’s not that you wouldn’t do it. because you would. and atsumu… atsumu seems like a good option. he’s funny, laid back, his personality matches yours perfectly. but how many women has he hooked up with? is he usually this nice and friendly with all of them? what he wants from you is unclear. sex? you wouldn’t mind it, but his actions say otherwise and it’s confusing.

last night you had a two hours conversation before going down on you. he does love to talk. a lot. and each time he said something funny you laughed your head off. he even bought snacks and threw a bag of chips in your direction the second you plopped on his couch. he proudly applauded a few times after you caught it.

you ponder the thought of stealing food from his fridge on your way out— and you do. there’s a strawberry sandwich looking incredibly delicious. you grab it with no remorse and look around you, expecting a fully awake atsumu leaning against to countertop saying something dumb about you being a food thief ‘twas just a joke, baby.’

the thought still wanders in the back of your head. you should just stay. but you don’t. last night he was telling you about his free day and felt a serious amount of agony knowing you you were going to leave for work. he offered to drive you himself if his car wasn’t in service. you laughed. tipsy on beer you kissed him and licked and sucked the alcohol off his lips, sticking your tongue down his throat with drunk aggressiveness “no need to do that, baby”

he told you how sweet you taste last night. and, god, how hot it was. your cheeks burned, surely a direct effect of the alcohol in your bloodstream, but his words themselves were driving you close to madness “mmm, is that so? say it again.”

“ask me nicely and i’ll do it.” with his head between your thighs, atsumu gets cocky. he’s just as drunk as you, even worse, but he’s not sure. but what he’s sure of is the tent growing underneath in his sweatpants, the ardent desire to fuck you right then and right there. he eats your cunt first with rapid and messy licks. he pumps his long fingers inside your pussy and groans, your orgasm comes fast.

“stop it! okay.. atsumu, say it again, pretty please.”

“you taste so fucking sweet.”

you can’t remember too much. you recall the moment he carried you to his room and fucked you on your way to the bed.

atsumu’s apartment is big. he lives in a great area, a place you wouldn’t able to afford at this very moment. he doesn’t seem to be doing too bad for a bodyguard. but again, his clients are important and filthy rich.

the apartment is spacious and modern, although it only has three rooms. his bedroom— huge, well illuminated with high windows and a bed in the middle of it— the living room and another bedroom which you wanted to ask him about, but you were too busy making out. probably a guest room.

you take advantage of him sleeping and wander around his apartment for a few minutes, mouth stuffed with bites of strawberry and soft toast bread. atsumu told you he lives by himself and occasionally his friends and twin brother stop by and sleep over. his twin brother.. there’s a framed picture of them in the living room you noticed last night.

you find a sticky note and grab a pen from your purse “message when you wake up <3 sorry for leaving early :p”

you finish the sandwich and get ready to leave, you retrieve your things from where you left them and shut the door silently behind you.

as soon as you leave the building, you’re welcomed by a stranger. in front of you stands a man of a freakish presence, not menacing in such a way that gives you goosebumps, but given the context and his eyes being glued to you, panic starts inviting itself in. as if he was waiting for you.

it’s five in the morning and the street is empty. the air is of a certain freshness, that of a wednesday morning, the sun’s barely up, the birds are chirping in the trees, on rooftops, but the emptiness of the street makes this encounter more terrifying.

the man is leaning against a mercedes s-class, he wears a black suit and sunglasses. his complexion is pale, his hair looks like a flame, red and somewhat spiky, he’s skinny and tall.

“good morning, sunshine! get in.”

“what makes you think i’ll get in a car with a random stranger? creep.”

he looked insulted for a second, but he brushes it off with a smile and a quick laugh. the man changes his position swiftly and gets more relaxed, crossing his arms against his chest, leg bouncing. he doesn’t move away from the car, not a single inch. he thought of the possibility of you sprinting away from him while driving. you wouldn’t dare, right? the gun holster on his thigh is enough of a warning, he is more than ready to chase you, though.

“c’mon, i’m not like that. pinky promise. wakatoshi wants to see you. emergency meeting.”

“is this the only option?”

“well now.. you either get in or i can take you by force and that’d mean i kidnapped you. which i don’t wanna do, so please, get in and make my job easier, miss.”

tendō satori expects anything from you. it’s the first time he sees you and your boldness doesn’t shock him, but he finds it hilariously impressive. it’s not surprising in the slightest, it’s interesting and he wonders how much you’re willing to fight and question his motives. he assumes you’re scared and hiding it, but that’s the last thing he wants (hurting you) and ushijima made it clear enough,“bring her to me today…. safely. i trust you, tendō and i expect no unwanted incidents”

such as you running away from him and causing trouble.

“so ushijima wants to see me? why? couldn’t he just.. call me?”

did he stalk you? you’re struck by anxiety and your body feels glued to the ground. you don’t move. not that you’re capable. ushijima told you he’s not planning to hurt you. did he lie?

“told ya, emergency meeting. he asked me to bring you to him as soon as possible!”

there was no chance of winning. he later introduces himself as tendō, ushijima wakatoshi’s assistant. it suddenly hits you— he’s the man who messaged you, he transmitted your message forward to ushijma. tendō wasn’t lying. he did tell ushijima about your silly message. he laughed at his boss’ confusion and explained him the joke during lunch.

“how long?”

“thirty minutes.”

you refuse to stop talking and attack him with questions and demands every so and then. “i don’t like the music.” it agitates you and he switches it to something jazzy. “can i have my phone back?” no. tendō invites you to grab a snack from the seat next to you “wakatoshi got you these.”

he doesn’t concern himself with such trivialities.

“did he? he doesn’t strike me as uhh.. wasabi peanuts fan? i ate earlier.”

he scoffs and keeps driving. “nah, i did. and you should thank me for it, miss.”

“can i talk to him?”

tendō reaches for his iphone, he unlocks it and after a few taps it’s now in your possession.

“why are you smiling like that?”

“nothing, nothing. go ahead and talk to him.”

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ NOTE — gonna make it harder for you to choose between wakatoshi and atsumu <3333 i don’t think satori is freaky in a bad way, but yk.. for the plot. from now on i’ll update weekly, unless the chapter is short.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

hey lumi! I just thought of another question I wanted to ask you, other than batb, which live action remake do you think is the best? I haven't seen any and I want an expert opinion 😄

oh my gosh!!!!! i’m so honored. and i’m also SO autistic so i did so much more here than you asked. but anyway i wanted to wait to answer this until today because the little mermaid (2023) just dropped on disney+ and i JUST watched it for the first time. so i can include it in my list!!

of course prefacing with these are all my personal opinions, im not a film expert (and i pray to God i never am) i just like what i like! so without further ado: my thoughts! also this is just in chronological order, not ranked.

alice in wonderland (2010) - dude!! this was SUCH a hyperfixation for me when i was a kid. somehow, batb 2017 is NOT the first live action disney movie i’ve been utterly obsessed with. this movie is so good. i love the lightly gothic, mysterious fantasy aesthetic that is has. i love the wardrobe, i want to wear every outfit alice wears. i love how dark it is, like there’s such an edge to it while still being pleasant and fun enough to respectably be a disney movie. johnny depp does a fantastic job of course, (purely discussing his acting abilities here) he truly brings the madness into the mad hatter. all the acting is fantastic though. i highly recommend this film. you don’t really need to have seen the 1951 cartoon, i hadn’t, but it doesn’t hurt to! (i don’t recommend the sequel, alice through the looking glass, though. they really should’ve quit while they were ahead on this one)

maleficent (2014) & maleficent: mistress of evil (2019) - i enjoyed both of these!! i actually liked the second one more, but either way, it’s such a fun take on sleeping beauty. and this is coming from someone who LOVES sleeping beauty 1959!! it’s different obviously but it really is a good time, absolutely worth watching.

cinderella (2015) - beautiful! lovely!! not the most exciting film honestly but i do love the aesthetics and wardrobe. it’s a really pretty, pleasant movie. i’d love to rewatch it sometime! if only disney+ had it! which it doesn’t! for some inexplicable reason!!

beauty and the beast (2017) - i know you said besides my wife but obviously i have to still list it because. that’s my wife. anyway perfect film no notes!

the nutcracker and the four realms (2018) - i wanted to like this one so much more than i did. but it was just, so weird. it derails from canon in a way that isn’t enjoyable. ah. twas a let down, for me.

christopher robin (2018) - i don’t remember much honestly but it’s cute!! certainly worth a watch, but i don’t recall anything too special about it. it did make me cry though (that’s not hard for me to do at movies, to be fair)

mary poppins returns (2018) - CANNOT RECOMMEND ENOUGH!! THIS MOVIE IS LIKE IF JOY WAS TURNED INTO A FILM!!!! AAAHHH!!! :) SO LOVELY SO WONDERFUL!!!

the lion king (2019) - :/ genuinely not worth your time. it was TOO similar to the cartoon in terms of storyline, so it felt incredibly pointless to me. plus, it’s kind of boring that they look like real lions. i felt like i was watching animal planet but then pulled out of reality whenever they spoke or sang afjskfj

aladdin (2019) - ever since i saw this, i’ve only ever had three takeaways, and i’ll say them like a compliment sandwich. 1. visually STUNNING. the colors and the choreography, the people! all very beautiful. 2. the romance was… very flat? i honestly kept forgetting there was a love story going on. when they kiss at the end i was like “OOOHHH RIGHT!!” lmao. there’s just so much other stuff going on, jasmine & aladdin’s love story really fell to the wayside for me. 3. i LOVED that they gave jasmine her own song. she’s like the only disney princess that didn’t have her own song, somehow, so i was happy they gave her one and it was SO good. i remember it giving me chills on the first listen. — so, all in all, it was fine. not the worst but also not a personal favorite. worth a watch.

mulan (2020) - BLEGH sorry i almost threw up a little. maybe the worst live action remake of all time? let’s think: what are the best parts of mulan 1998? the music? mushu? shang’s bisexuality? shang, in general?? WELL LOOK NO FURTHER BECAUSE THIS HAS NONE OF THAT!!! :) it’s genuinely just… so bad. they took the basic concept and turned it into a freaky ass action movie. they make it so mulan was like, gifted from a young age with superhuman abilities (calling it chi, which, i don’t know the full story but i believe there was some major cultural appropriation that occured) instead of just being a normal badass human!!! and it wasn’t the villain from the cartoon it was a random witch. nothing made sense and it was stripped of everything that makes mulan one of the greatest disney films of all time. *godfather voice* look how they massacred my boy.

the little mermaid (2023) - so honestly i never really liked the original cartoon. it just never clicked with me. but i had every bit of hope that this one would maybe bring it to life for me!! and… well, it wasn’t bad! it was visually lovely and the music was fun. i just don’t think i’m a “love at first sight” kind of person. but eric was an incredibly likable nerd boy, sebastian the crab was funny, and ursula was SCARY. especially at the end oh my gosh???? anyway. worth a watch, but not my personal cup of tea. ariel and eric get points for dancing a bit AND they hugged at the end which was really sweet. couples Do Not hug enough in media.

lastly, i can’t comment on: peter pan & wendy (2023), the jungle book (2016), dumbo (2019), lady and the tramp (2019), and cruella (2021), because i have not seen them. i will absolutely note though that i despise cruella 2021 in solidarity with my friend @freakwiththeknifecollection because it blatantly disregards the canon of 101 dalmatians 1961 and they couldn’t even like?? train the dogs?? for ONE scene?? huge huge mess. i’m just scratching the surface. if you want a live action cruella, look no further than 101 dalmatians 1996. top tier live action that i loved as a kid!!

[star-mum]

Live Star Reaction - Yellow Jackets 1x1

The worlds most awaited installment of the series: “Yellow Jackets” (aka @fayesdiana finally gets what she deserves)

WE STARTING WITH ACTION OKAY

Oh not the snow, Ik what happens here

YEP DEAD

VERY GORY SHIT (Kinda love ngl)

“I mean that could’ve been me” AWFUL VIBES FROM THIS LADY

Is this a therapy session ???? Or like a documentary of some kind

1996 !! Soccer makes me so nervous, I do not have the coordination for that

Okay without knowing anything about anyone my faves are Jasmine’s character (cause I already know her <3) and the blondie with the mullet (she looks cool and my sister and I almost picked her the casting of her story)

STRAIGHT SEX ????? IN MY MURDER LESBIANS SHOW ???? Terrible, revolting even

Iconic wardrobe tho

I was about to go “more straight sex?” NO ! We win today !!

Shauna... that’s the girl who was with Jackie (?)

“That I’d say you’re lying” “Then you’re still in touch” GAGGED, she got you there

Natalie, that’s another one (I’ll learn all their names eventually)

NATALIE IS THE BLONDE WITH THE MULLET !!! OKAY !!!!

“Lets hear for the boys” BOOOOOOOO

who’s the girl with the glasses ? You know besides a huge fangirl

STATE SENATOR ??????? Okay Taissa/State Senator/Jasmine

Oh Laura Lee is either dying IMMEDIATELY when things go to shit or she’s KILLING A BUNCH OF BITCHES

THE BONE OUTTA THE LEG ??????? I literally let out a “CARALHO” and just sat there with my mouth open in shock for several minutes (holy fuck)

“He asked Jeff to ask me to ask if you were gonna be there” that’s kinda.... pathetic ...? Like maybe if they were middle schoolers that’d be cute or whatever but cmon dude

“lucy in the sky with diamonds” so... lsd (?) or cocaine (?)

“Cat fight” dude they’re gonna punch each other to death...

I’m glad they’re all lineup, maybe now I’ll learn all their names (I won’t)

“Also I like your Pilgrim hat” definitely lsd

Yeah not a great place (physically AND mentally) to try lsd for the first time, Nat... that’s how you go on a bad trip (trust me, I actually learned about this in class)

Uhhh I don’t feel good about letting your friend who’s WASTED in the car alone with a guy, Jackie.... cmon be smarter (oh that’s her bf, wHO FUCKING CARES)

WHAT ?????? AGAIN ?????

Well, I wasn’t talking about *that* danger but yEAH THAT TOO

Secret safe (??) OH ARE THOSE THE “LOGS” OF WHEN THEY WENT MISSING ???

Okay so the ones we know FOR SURE survived are Shauna, Taissa and Natalie

“I can’t believe your dad paid for a private plane” daaaaaamn Lottie

“And here, a good luck charm” Jackie that’s gay (I’d know)

“No signs of the others” WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT ?????

Heeeyyy Natty.... where you going with that fucking gUN?

Listen, okay yeah you’re stranding on an island with no way out... you’re GONNA start killing people... but exactly HOW quickly would it turn into a Cult? is my question

MISTY !!! OH MY GOR !!!! CHRISTINA RICCI ?????? WAS NO ONE GOING TO TELL ME CHRISTINA FUCKING RICCI WAS IN THIS SHOW ????

awwwwnn she’s an abusive nurse ;-; GODDAMIT, cAnt have SHIT in here

WAS THAT LAURA LEE ???? The one that fell off the plane ???? WAS I RIGHT ????

(Twas not, I was only confused by another blonde with straight hair, fORGIVE ME)