#crackmas

this was really fun!! thank you for the prompt <3 [this ficlet on ao3]

“I know what you’re gonna say, but hear me out,” Lando says, his back pressed to his driver room door while he nervously fidgets with the doorknob behind him.

He’s acting unusually cagey, even worse than the time he was convinced he’d found Fernando’s secret OnlyFans. (He hadn’t—though he’d sure found one belonging to a random middle aged man from Portugal.)

“Okay,” Oscar says slowly, when it becomes clear Lando is waiting for an answer before he’ll open the door. When Lando still looks nervous, he generously adds, “I’ll hear you out.”

Lando takes a deep breath, his chest rising nearly all the way to his ducked chin, and then pushes the door open behind him, stepping inside.

Khan Noonien Singh x Reader

Okay, originally, the reader was supposed to do karaoke, but then I realized he would LEAVE if you tried to pull that shit on the first date, so it evolved into this. Enjoy. Also thank you to @feral-for-strange for encouraging my madness, this is for you love!

“Come on, John," you wheedled, leaning on the commander’s quite nicely muscled arm and batting your eyelashes at him pleadingly. "It'll be fun, I promise!”

Stoic, glacier-hued eyes bored into yours, looking for some kind of trick.

"What happened to him to make him so suspicious all the time?” you wondered.

"Fine," the tall, dark haired man bit out after an intense staring contest. “I'll go, as long as you stop pestering me.”

“I can't promise that, but I can promise to leave you alone for two weeks. Deliveries from Alpha Centauri to New Vulcan," you explained to Harrison's questioning eyebrow.

Ever since you had run into the handsome, enigmatic commander, John Harrison, in Admiral Marcus’ office when you had gone to yell at the bigoted xenophobe for confiscating important medical supplies, something about him made your spidey-sense go berserk. But not in the "danger, run away" kind , it was the "they're suffering, they need help way”.

Your spidey-sense had never let you down, so even though everything about the aloof Brit screamed "stay away, or fuck around and find out", you were determined to prove that he could trust you, and tell you what was wrong.

Until then, you were gonna take him out and show him what a good time was because he clearly had no idea. And tonight, you were taking him to your favorite bar, the Squeaky Cork. And if this was a kinda date because you may or may not have fallen in love with the pretty Starfleet officer, well no one needed to know.

…

You waited anxiously outside the Squeaky Cork, praying to the powers that be that John hadn't bailed on you.

When you spotted his imposing figure cutting through the crowds, you couldn't help but grin like a psycho. Waiting for him to come to you, you hid your gift behind your back.

“I thought you were gonna bail,” you confessed at the commander's questioning expression.

For the living embodiment of an iceberg, the man was quite expressive.

“I made a promise, didn't I? And what are you hiding?" he asked, indicating your hidden hands.

"Oh! Um. I saw these, and um. I figured you'd like them,” you admitted, showing him the bouquet of roses you had personally arranged.

You were one in probably fifty people across the quadrant who made an avid study of the language of flowers. The arrangement you'd given John consisted of yellow, peach, and dark pink roses in full bloom, symbolizing your appreciation and thanks, and your offering of friendship.

His eyes widened fractionally, causing your cheeks to heat as he accepted the arrangement.

"Thank you," he murmured as he brushed his fingers against a dark pink bloom. "They're lovely."

"Course. Everybody deserves flowers. You, um. You wanna head in?” you asked as you awkwardly gestured over your shoulder to the door.

"Yes, I'm interested to see what else you have planned," John smiled softly.

With that simple expression, he looked so much more innocent and happy. You vowed then and there you would do everything in your meager power to make him smile more, on your honor as a Fenris Ranger.

“Sweet! They have this epic IPA…” you happily began to babble as you led the Starfleet officer into your oasis.

Hi so umm I am going to try this cause I like writing but I have been in kind of a slump lately.

So this story has a make out in it and takes about kissing so I guess it is rated M? Also it is Marichat and I love Marichat.

Hope you like it

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It was late at night after the sun had set that Marinette heard at tap at her window above her bed. She knew instantly that it was Chat. She turns on her lamp by her bed and fixes her hair, which is something she will never admit to. She opens the window and lets him in.

“Hello Chat.”

“Hello princess and how are you doing on this pawsitively beautiful night?” He gives his signature smirk but it does not seem to quite reach his eyes.

Marinette rolls her eyes and giggles just little, “I’m ok Kitty how about yourself?”

“Well to be purrfectly honest with you I’m kind of stressing about something..” Chat can no longer hold eye contact with Marinette. Suddenly Marinette was concerned about her Kitty. He is in trouble? Did someone hurt him? Does she need to throw down because she will throw down. She finally calmed down enough to talk.

“What is stressing you out? Maybe I can help?”

Now Mariette was not entirely sure but she thinks she saw Chat blush, “Well see ummm, I have this sho- audition! And for this au- audition need to ummm ki-kiss a girl.”

Marinette looks at Chat puzzled, “I’m sorry Chat but I do not see the problem here?”

Chat gulps, “Well see I have a confession to make, I’ve never kissed a girl!” Chat buries his face in his hands in sheer embarrassment.

Marinette on the other hand didn’t know what to say. She wanted to comfort her friend but how? “Chat it is ok you’ll do amazing.”

Still not moving his hands off his face Chat spoke, “You don’t know that Mari! For all I know I could be the worst kisser in the entire world and ruin the entire event!”

Marinette thinks for a second, “Oh I got it! You just need to practice.”

Chat finally moves his fingers off his eyes, “Practice?”

Marinette nods, You like with a stuffed animal, or a doll, or a close friend!”

Chat’s heart rate picks up a little, “Yeah I could do that. Thanks Princess.”

“Of course Kitty.” Marinette is not sure what she is thinking right now. She knows that she has developed some feelings for Chat but she doesn't know if you feels the same way.

Two of them end up laying in Marinette’s bed next to each other talking about nothing and everything at the same time. “So Mari,” Chat begins, “Who was your first kiss?”

Not even moving she responds, “Never had one.”

Chat is shocked “What? Then why did you give me advice on kissing?”

Marinette gets defensive, “I was trying to help you were the one all stressed about about something so simple as a kiss!”

Now Chat and Marinette are sitting up in the bed and Chat responds, “ Simple kiss? You think a kiss is simple?”

“I do.” Marinette replies sternly.

“Well you are wrong.”

Marinette sits up on her knees to get closer to his face and it made Chat feel a world of emotions, “Oh really Kitty? Prove it.”

As soon as she said it Chat grabs her with his hands around her waist and Marinette’s hands in his hair and he slowly lays her down on the bed underneath him. They are kissing passionately, only coming up for air if necessary and if the occasional groan escapes. Hands traveled around bodies but no more than making out occurred. Eventually and very reluctantly Chat pulls away and see his beautiful blushing princess covered in his kisses.

Chat is the first one to talk, “So Princess was that kiss simple?

The final day has arrived! You punishment has come to an end! Hopefully you have all atoned and feel cleansed from bathing in the waters of crack fiction. Since so many of you liked this, and some interest has been expressed, I will be hosting another Crackmas in December after the Big Bang is over and my semester as well when I have more time and stuff, so that you can all participate! I’ll ask about themes and stuff closer to time, and give you guys lots of notice about when it will be, so look for that around the beginning of November if you’d like to have input. Here is the last crack! I blame my discord squad.

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The boys of College Francoise-Dupont had a number of interests in common and could often be found in heated debates concerning them. Such passions were held with utmost seriousness, and discussions could and often did go on for hours.

“Okay, but Tiana is clearly the best Disney princess,” Kim declared one lunch period in the library. “She’s hardworking, smart, and she doesn’t need a man’s help to start up her restaurant. She was doing it all on her own.”

“Uh, okay, but Mulan literally fought the Huns, and saved all of China,” Nino shot back, folding his arms over his chest.

“What about Merida! She literally fought the patriarchy by shooting for her own hand in marriage,” Nathaniel said pointedly.

“Elsa is the first princess to become a queen!”

Adrien, still being relatively new to the whole school thing, wasn’t quite versed in such social interactions, and seemed very confused when he entered the library to find his friends all bickering with each other. What were they fighting over? Were they all still friends? Should he say something? He didn’t want his friends to fight, so intervening was the only way to save them.

“Guys, I’m sure there’s a way for you to figure this out civilly. Friendship is the most important thing, and you should all cherish each other,” Adrien scolded gently, and all eyes flicked to him curiously. After a long silence, Adrien wondered if he’d made things worse and regretted opening his mouth, but finally Kim spoke and said what they were all thinking.

“Oh my god, Adrien is a Disney princess.”

“W-What?” His eyebrows raised in shock.

“Missing a parent, being raised by an evil guardian, poetic to an alarming degree,” Nino counted on his fingers, nodding in agreeance. “You’re a Disney princess, dude.”

“Oh,” Adrien pursed his lips in thought a little. “I’m okay with that.”

“He’s also compassionate,” Max added.

“Unnaturally beautiful.”

“Well-mannered.”

“Is he good with animals?”

“I’ve heard him sing one time. He’s not that bad…”

“Okay, okay, but my dudes, we can all agree that Adrien is a Disney princess, but who gets to be his prince?” Nino cut in, and the room fell into a contemplative silence before footsteps sounded outside the door, growing louder and louder until Marinette burst through the entrance.

ridiculous! i love it <3 thank you so much for the prompt ^_^ [this ficlet on ao3]

“Call me crazy all you like—” Charles starts, only to be immediately interrupted by half the GPDA chorussing, “You’re crazy.”

He glares at them. Even Max had joined in, the traitor, though he does at the very least look appropriately apologetic about it—as he should. He acts crazier than Charles does at least half of the time.

“I just don’t think there’s any reason we cannot finish the season like this,” Charles continues stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff.

George clears his throat. “There is the slight issue of all of us being approximately the size of mice.”

Tony Stark x Reader

We love Tony no matter the year, but 2008 party animal Tony has a special place in my heart.

He’s also the least traumatized, but we don’t talk about that.

Looking around the area that had once been the backyard, I heaved a sigh and shook my head at the shenanigans of the rich., They gave party animals a whole new definition.

Picking my way through the passed out, drunk, and high bodies littering the deck and lawn chairs, I toed off my flip-flops, pulled out my guitar, and sat down beside the pool.

Tony and I had been friends for years, and seeing someone I loved throw himself away like this broke my heart. Yet, when he had invited me to play at a party he

was hosting, I had thought it would be a small, private event. Not... all of Hollywood.

Absently swishing my leg through the cold water, I swiftly tuned my trusty old guitar to play the song that had been looping through my mind for days.

…

Tossing back a finger of bourbon, Tony watched his closest friend begin to play their guitar.

The wild artist had managed to capture his attention in ways no one had ever managed before. They had never cared that he was the Tony Stark, all they wanted was to know Tony. The man behind the genius, billionare, playboy! philanthropist; and for that, he would never be able to repay them.

Just as he was about to call out to them from inside his home, they began to sing.

"Take it,

If he gives you his heart don't you break it.

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”

Their voice resonated off the water, and the guitar added to the soft calm they emitted.

"He always has trouble falling asleep.

And he likes to cuddle under the sheets.

He loves rock songs and dancing, and bad trash TV.

There's still a few other things."

Ever since he had met her all the way back at MIT, the billionaire had struggled with his feelings for the wanderer. The fact that they could go when they chose, and could do anything with little to no repercussions made them all the more alluring.

"He loves love notes and inventions, and likes giving gifts,

Has a hard time accepting a good compliment.

He loves his whole family, and all of his friends,

So, if you're the one he lets in…”

Wait. They couldn't possibly be...

"Take it,

If he gives you his heart don't you break it.

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

He's the best thing that you'll ever have-“

Oh, dear God. They were. They were singing about him.

Stepping out onto the patio, attracting their attention to move from the water to him. As their eyes met, everything somehow clicked into place as they continued the lyrics.

"He’ll love you if you love him

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.

Stand side by side way and you'll make it.

He's the best thing that you'll have.

He'll love you if you love him like that."

They smiled at him gently as they kept going, clearly intending to get their point across in song. Tony wasn't complaining. Messy hair shifting in the cool ocean breeze, the image before the inventor brought him to the only logical conclusion for the image before him. He had fallen in love with a fae creature of old; and they returned his feelings, and was using their magic to show him.

"Kiss him with passion as much as you can,

Run your hands through his hair whenever he's sad.

And when he doesn't notice how pretty he is,

Tell him over and over so he never forgets!

Take it,

If he gives you his heart don’t you break it.

Let your arms be a place he feels safe in.

He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.

He'll love you if you love him

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.

Stand side by side, and you'll make it,

He’s the best thing that you'll ever have.”

Tony didn't want to waste another second, Following the same path that Y/N had taken, he sat down next to them and didn’t pull his gaze away from them for a moment.

“He'll love you of you love him like that

He'll love you if love him like that.

He'll love you if you love him, he'll love you if you love him like that.

Just to love you, just to love you, just to love you

He’ll love you if you love him

On days when it feels like the whole world might cave in.

Stand side by side and you'll make it.

He's this best thing that you'll ever have.

He'll love you if you love him, like that."

They fell silent as the last notes echoed through the yard.

Holding out his hand, Tony wiggled his fingers in invitation, and Y/N accepted. Slotting their fingers together perfectly like they were designed to fit only each other’s.

"How long?" Tony finally asked after a long moment of peaceful silence.

“After I graduated," they admitted softly.

“Really?"

“Yeah, you?"

“Umm…"

Well now he was embarrassed. He'd loved them years before they felt the same. Of course, he had gone and fallen in love with some one who could read him like a large print book.

"You liked me way before that, didn't you?“ they asked. No judgement, just curious if they were right.

"Yeah," Tony admitted.

Strange Supreme x Reader

Short and sweet because I’m the living embodiment of STRESS right now.

"And how's the most handsomest sorcerer in the multiverse?" I asked with a teasing grin as I came up behind my favorite Stephen Strange.

When Wong had assigned him to library duty, the poor man had almost started dancing for joy at being allowed to help.

"I don't know, how are you?" the taller man fired back as he continued re-shelving.

"Don't dodge the compliment, babe,” I scolded as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

He grumbled at that, but didn't actively fight back. Minor victory, gotta take ‘em when you can with Mr. Quip. He used his magic to keep organizing whileI held him in place, my face leaning on his shoulder and gently swaying us to the song in my head.

"Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help falling in love with you?"

I began to croon in a low, soft voice, still swaying the both of us.

If anyone deserved to be told how much they were loved every second of every day, it was the man I held tight in my arms. I could hear his heart rate rising under my ear as he stilled, resting his clawed hands over mine.

Twisting our fingers together, I pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade, and continued.

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you.”

Bringing Stephen to my universe from his crystal bubble had honestly been the best decision in my entire life. I would have never forgiven myself is I had left him to that eternal purgatory; to hell with what Wong, or my universe’s Strange said.

He had paid his price, and redeemed himself by saving the multiverse. If anyone deserved a second chance, it was him. And by God, I was gonna make sure he did.

"Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

For I can't help falling in love with you."

"I love you to, sweetness,” Stephen whispered hoarsely. Turning so he could hug me back. "So, so much. Thank you."