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m4k4yl4 · 1 year ago

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Just the two of us[🔥]

Day 1

Summary: When Jeongin and y/n go on their annual Best Friend Christmas Vacation (™️), what happens when they accidentally book the wrong suite..

Content warning: unprotected sex, making out, cum play, teasing, nicknames(baby, sloppy girl), cumming inside, dirty talking, rough sex

Skz 25 days to Christmas fics🎄☃️ series

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Posted: 12/01/2023

Y/n sits in the car with jeongin watching the snow fall outside as they make their to the hotel from their annual Christmas vacation, but bo matter home many times they do this every year she still couldn't help but feel so close, too close to him.

His hand laid on the gear shift in the middle of them one move, and his hand would be on her thigh, and that thought played in her mind the whole ride as he sits their oblivious to her feelings, sitting in his matching ugly christmas sweater, tapping his prerty fingers on the wheel to whatever christmas sing came on the radio.

"What are you thinking about?" He glances at her, "Hm? Nothing, why?" She answered a bit fast. He chuckles, "You've had that look on for the 30 minutes. It's your thinking face. Would you like to share with class what's going on up there?" He gives her a playful smile.

She clears her throat before speaking, "it's nothing really, just thinking about what while do once we get to the hotel and everything." She gives a smile back before looking down at her lap arms, starting to cross like she's balling in on herself, hoping he wouldn't ask anymore questions about what she was thinking of.

He takes notice in the movement, taking a glance before moving his hand onto her thigh, "are you cold?" Y/n freezes, her body tensed up at the action, every different scenario and situation played through her head as she looked down at his big hand placed on her, thumb rubbing back and forth on her covered skin.

"Y'know, I told you to wear thicker pants y/n. Those pajamas pants are no use in this weather they're too thin." She gives him a nervous chuckle, not moving her gaze from her leg. "Yeah, of course, sorry. It's just that they're so comfortable.."

"You're lucky I thought of you and brought a blanket just in case." He slips his hand off of her leg, reaching in the back to grab the blanket and handing it to her as she grabs it from him, still mourning the loss of the warmth from his hand. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." The rest of the rise was silent besides the radio playing and the soft sound of snow falling outside. As they finally pull into the parking lot of the hotel, y/n quickly gets out of the car, feeling like she can finally breathe now. Jeongin groans, "Oh god my back hurts, fucking 5 hour car ride suck." She laughs, "You don't gotta tell me I was in the car with you the whole time, my legs are numb."

He laughs with her as they open the trunk taking out their luggage. Jeongin opens the door to the hotel for her, and as y/n enter, she's met with the gust of heat from inside and the smell of christmas. "I always love the way they decorate here." She speaks, looking around the place at the giant christmas tree in the middle of the whole place christmas lights hanging from above as she hears faint music in the background.

Jeongin walks up to the front desk, getting the key for their room, while y/n stayed seated in the main lounge, waiting for him. "Okay, I got the key! Let's go!" They make their upstairs y/n looks around at the other rooms they pass.

"We're not usually on this floor when we come. Are you sure this is right?" Jeongin just smirks at her, "Yup, got a surprise for you." She looks at him confused as they stop at a hotel room almost at the end of the hallway, "A surprise?" Just as she said that, he unlocks the door, letting her go in first, but instead of the happy surprised face he hoped for, he was met with a concerned shocked face instead.

"Jeongin? Is there supposed to only be one bed in here?" Now he's confused too, "huh?" He peaks in seeing one big bed in the middle of the room sitting on it two robes and a bucket of ice with wine bottles and two glasses. "This was not the suite I reserved.."

"You got a suite?" She smiles at thought of him doing this for her, "Well yeah, but I guess I accidentally booked a couple's suite instead. I'm really sorry, I could go downstairs to see if they have any other rooms open." She stops him.

"No! Jeongin, it's fine, really. we're friends, it's normal to share a bed, right? We'll be fine." He smiles down at her, "yeah, yeah, you're right." They enter the room sitting their luggage down as they take in the place.

"Well, at least we get free wine from this." Jeongin comments picking up a bottle to look at. "Yeah, it's a really nice suite, and the bed is so soft!" She falls back on the bed Jeongin joining her. He turns his head towards her, staring at her features, trying to take them all in.

Y/n turns her head, feeling someone's eyes on her, "What?" She questioned Jeongin as he continued to stare, "Nothing.." He says nothing after that but reaches out to her face, resting his hand on her face.

Y/n could feel her skin heating up at how close they were. The feeling of his hand on her face felt scolding like rocks fresh out from a volcano. She quickly sits up, deciding to ignore the moment that had just happened.

"It's getting late, I'm gonna take a shower really quick." She doesn't wait for an answer, grabbing her thing and heading into the big bathroom. "Okay! I'll be out here.." Jeongin responded a little too late.

As y/n stood in the shower and washed away the long car ride from earlier, she seemed too busy in her own mind to hear the man she loved so dearly walk it in the bathroom, til she heard shuffling pulling the curtain back to to peek out seeing jeongin there.

"Jeongin?! What are you doing?? I'm in the shower!" He laughs, "Yeah, I can tell, I just came in to tell you that I was heading downstairs to get dinner, okay?" She nods "okay yeah."

After she had gotten out the shower, she sat on the bed in her robe, trying to find what pajamas she should wear. "I'm back.." Jeongin sentence comes to a stop as he his eyes trailed y/n body robe barley cover her chest as she looks back at him.

"Ah! You got dumplings. I've been wanting some!" She walks over, grabbing the bag from him to sit it down on the table "yeah..You've been saying that, thought I would get you some." She smiles at the gesture sitting down at the table, "Come eat! I'm not eating all of this alone." He comes up sitting down with her, "You sure as hell aren't."

Hours had passed since the two had eaten, and some things had led to another, and one of the bottles of wine had been opened up, as they both sit in bath robes watching whatever christmas movie was on. "Y'know, we should've been getting the couple's suite since the start. This is nice." She laughs, a little tipsy from the wine.

"Yeah, this is nice.. especially with you." He looks over at her. 'There it is again, this little staring contest he keeps doing with me' y/n thought. "You gotta staring probably, mr.yang?" He scoffs, "what makes you say that?" She giggles."I don't know, it's just feels like you haven't been able to take your eyes off me today."

Jeongin doesn't know if it's the wine or the suite or just him being tired of hiding his feelings to get this boldness out of him but before he could think about it his hand is back on her thigh, but this time there's no pants to stop the skin to skin contact.

"Maybe it's cause you're so pretty, ever thought about that?" Y/n eyes widened as he said that her own ha d sliding down touch the one on her thigh, "Jeongin-" "Just shut up, will you." He cuts her off, leaning to and connecting their lips in a heated kiss.

She gasps into the kiss but slowly melts into his arms, a hand planted on his chest while the other guides his hand on her thigh upwards. "Jeongin, please.." she pouts, "Please, what baby? You gotta speak up." He teased

She scoffs at his teasing guiding his hand to her clit feeling his fingers lightly glide over it making her whimper. "Want you so bad, you don't understand. I need you Innie..please." He laughs against her lip.

"Okay, baby. Whatever you want.." He pushes her leg to open her up more glancing down at her pussy, "You're already this wet and I've barley done anything. Did my fingers get you all work up already?"

He taunts her as two fingers slide into her hole. She covers her mouth with the back of her hand as she throws her head back. "Wait- it's too much-" He chuckles, "If just two of my fingers is two much for you how are you gonna take my cock baby? Are we just gonna have to stretch your sloppy hole out all night and make you a crying mess?"

"No! I want your cock, please Innie." He tsk, "I don't think you take it baby.." "I can! I will please," She begs him, her moans getting in the way of her sentence as he curls his fingers inside of her touching places she couldn't.

"Oh really? Well, if you're so sure about..." He slides his fingers out of causing a whine to slip out her mouth, and before she knows it, she gets flipped onto her knees right above jeongin crotch. "Then ride me, baby. If you want my cock so bad."

She moans at his words dragging her hand done his chest til they stopped at his robes belt undoing it, now having a whole view of his body, "Don't be nervous baby.." He runs hand down her side planting them on her hips as she lines herself up with his dick.

She slowly slides down as they both let out a pleasurable hiss at the feeling. "Fuck- too much, Jeongin.." he smirks, "I thought you wanted it? Said you could take it, so take it, baby, " He thrust up into her, causing her to fall forever, nails digging into his shoulder.

"God, you feel so good, baby. Take me so well. C'mon baby fuck yourself on my cock, there you go." He let's out an airy laugh Inbetween his moans as y/n starts lifting herself up and down on his cock and he continues to pump into her their skin connecting every thrust causing embarrassing slapping sounds to start up.

Y/n buries her face onto the crook of his, letting him guide her hips. "J-Jeongin! Innie, I'm close, please!" She squeals at him, speeding up her movements to get to the edge.

"Yeah? You gonna cum around around my cock? Make a mess all over the bed and clean it up, yeah?" She shakes in his arms as he continues to pound into her hole as if she was a fuck toy.

"Gonna let me stay inside and use you? Cum inside and let me fuck it back inside you make your hole all messy. You're just my sloppy girl, aren't you?" He grabs her face, squeezing her cheek Inbetween his fingers, "Yes! I'm your sloppy girl! Fuck- I'm cumming!"

She let's out one last squeal as she finally let's go shaking and squeeze around his cock causing his oragsm to come after. He holds her down on him, filling her feeling some of it slip past and down his cock.

"Fuck..you're so good baby.." He sighs out as they both try to catch their breathe. She looks up at him, wiping sweat from his face, pushing his hair back before leaning in , kissing him.

He holds onto her as they kiss more passionate than the last time. She slowly separates from the kiss, looking hin in the eyes, "Jeongin, please don't leave me.. I don't want this to be a one and done type thing.." He smiles at her, giving her a kiss on the forehead, "wasn't planning on it to be a one and done. You're stuck with me, baby."

She smiles at him, turning to the side to lay on the bed, "I'm glad I'm stuck with you.." He smiles at her, eyes shinning. "I'm glad too." He pulls her in more cuddling her as they try to get their energy again before, before jeongin clears his throat.

"We should probably shower quickly before sleeping." Y/n looks up at him, "round 2 in the shower?" She gives puppy eyes as he laughs at her antics. "You don't even have to ask twice." He gets up from bed, picking her up to head to the bathroom, making her giggle.

Best Christmas Vacation Ever.

A/N: YESSS! I GOT IT OUT ON TIMEE! this took way too long, but I love Jeongin, so it was worth it🤧🤧

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lnfours · 10 months ago

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‘everyone wants him that was my crime’ with lando/charles? so excited for ur ask day! ❤️

absolutely, positively sobbing 🥺

jordans snow day ☃️

you knew what you were signing up for that very first date at the cafe in monaco, knew what you were getting yourself into when he showed up with flowers asking you to be his.

it’s not like he kept that part of himself hidden, you knew his profession and how many people longed to be you when photos leaked of the two of you going out to get dinner. even months later, it still shocks you the kind of things people comment on your posts on your social media.

you had made the mistake of scrolling through the comments of a tiktok about you and your boyfriend. the rude comments about the two of you drowning out the ones that supported you. you knew you shouldn’t have looked to begin with, but now you sat with blurry vision as you scrolled.

you normally wouldn’t have let the comments bother you, reminding yourself that at the end of the day, he was coming home to you. but for whatever reason, right now, it felt like you had committed the biggest crime. like you had robbed them of him, even though he didn’t belong to them.

you didn’t hear the door to your bedroom open, jolting at the sound of your boyfriends sweet, soft voice, “baby?”

he had entered the room and immediately froze, spotting the tears rolling down your cheeks. his mind went a mile a minute thinking of the worst possible things that could’ve happened to make you upset. rude comments being the last thing on his mind.

he sat down next to you, taking your face into his hands and gently wiping away the tears, “what’s up, sweetheart?”

you shook your head, “it’s nothing,”

“it’s not nothing if you’re crying,” he said, “you can tell me, it’s alright.”

you sniffled and turned your phone to him, letting him take it from your grip as he read through the comments. the comments talking about you, your looks, your body, your relationship. you bit down on your lower lip as his eyes scanned over the screen.

he locked the phone, tossing it to the side as he pulled you into his warmth, “c’mere,”

you slid into his arms gently, resting your face against his chest as he got comfortable on the bed next to you. he ran through your hair with his fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, “you know i love you, right?”

you nodded, “i know.”

“and that i don’t agree with anything those comments said, you’re beautiful, on the inside and out. you’re my favorite human. you know that, too, right?”

you nodded against his chest again, repeating yourself, “i know.”

“don’t listen to a thing those people say,” he said, “you’re it for me, okay?”

he tilted your chin to look back at him, his eyes meeting yours, “okay?”

you nodded, giving him a soft smile, “okay,”

he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, breaking apart as he pushed hair from your face, “you want me to say something to them?”

you shook your head, “they’re just gonna keep saying these things,” your fingers traced over his beauty marks, “i normally don’t let it get to me, but i don’t know why it hit me this hard today.”

“it’s okay,” he shook his head, “nothing to apologize for. i just want you to know that you’re the one i wanna wake up next to, even if you drool.”

“i don’t drool!” you giggled, calling back to the teasing that took place earlier on in the morning when you woke up. you swatted at him playfully, a grin on his face as your laugh echoed through the bedroom. his second favorite sound you make.

you know the first.

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bumblebeesfromvenus · 11 months ago

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Tradition and Love🌹

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N:The third treat for Fi's Christmas Market ☃️ is here! Leon is a huge softie in this (what's new) and it's so wholesome 🥺 I hope you enjoy this one <3

~Fi 🐝

Warnings: tw: Love. First ever L-word, sharing family traditions with our baby <3

Word count: 3.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Your laugh echoed through the hallway of your apartment complex as you stumbled into your home with a very grumpy Leon by your side. The snow on your boots was coming off, landing on the floor.

Leon's face was red, and he muttered unintelligible things under his breath. "I-... I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean to do that!" You wheezed, doubling over and holding your stomach.

The laughter had coaxed tears to fall from your lashline. He only glared at you, making you break into another fit of giggles. You had taken a walk on this snowy day, and you might've dragged Leon down with you, making snow angels. On your way back, you had slipped your hand from his and balled up some snow and aimed it right at his back.

Well, you're aim was terrible and unfortunately for your boyfriend, he turned around in the worst possible moment with a puzzled expression on his face, looking for the warmth of your hand in his.

Before you could stop yourself, you threw the snowball and it hit him square in the face. Your first reaction was shock, slapping your hands over mouth, which quickly turned into full bellied laughter when you saw the way his shoulders slumped and he let out a defeated sigh before shaking the snow off his face.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't think you'd turn around." You fanned away your tears, trying not to break into laughter again. "I didn't think you'd come at me with the snowball of death." He grumbled, rubbing his face, hoping to warm it up.

You did feel guilty, extremely so, but there was just something about the look on his face and the way his cheeks and nose looked so cute when they were all blushed from the cold, that made you want to do it again.

"I'll warm ya up." You smiled, taking his face in your hands and stroking his cheeks while pressing kisses to the tip of his nose and the corner of his mouth.

A hum rumbled through his chest as he stood before you, slightly bending over to compensate for your height difference. "Better?"

"Almost." He smirked, gently moving your hands from his face to his neck and holding onto your waist. He brushed his nose with yours before placing a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm much better now, thank you, sweetheart." He grinned, slipping his hands from you.

"I'm glad. Wouldn't want my boy to be cold, hm?" The way you said it was like honey, like a sweet dusted in sugar. With the purest intentions and that irresistible smile on your face that Leon swore would make him go into cardiac arrest one day.

He hoped you didn't catch the way he froze for a split second before moving on and acting like your words didn't just set aflame a raging fire in his heart. Leon cracked a smile at the warm feeling in his chest. Finally, after all of it, he knew he was cared for and loved.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Later that day, you were lounging on the couch, Leon's head was resting in your lap as you were gently running your fingers through his blonde locks. This would be your first Christmas together. A holiday you cherished and held so close to your heart, you would now spend with your lover. Although, love was really an understatement of what you were feeling for Leon. It went so much deeper than words could describe, rooting its way deep into every crevice of your heart.

"Lee, I thought since this is our first Christmas together, we could share some of our family traditions and do them together? If you want to, of course." You smiled down at him softly, caressing his face when he turned his head to look at you.

"I, uh, I don't really have any." He said with a half-hearted smile. You could see that this affected him deeply. The way he tensed in your hold or how he avoided meeting your gaze. A small frown settled on your lips.

"Well, I'd love to share some of mine with you. And we can always make our own, right?"

He chuckled softly, turning fully on his back. "I guess we can. What are some of these traditions?" He asked softly, taking on of your hands from his hair and gently holding it. He did that quite often, but it never managed to stop butterflies from erupting in the pit of your stomach.

"One of them," you began, still stroking his hair, "is throwing a pomegranate on the ground so it breaks. It's good luck for the new year. It's a pretty simple one, but I'd love to do it with you."

"This is not a trick to trap me in the Underworld with you, is it?" He questioned suspiciously. You let out a laugh, throwing your head back.

"No, silly. I wouldn't need to trick you. You'd come with me willingly." You teased.

"Damn right I would. Can't leave my girl alone in a world full of dead people, can I?"

"My gallant hero." You giggled, making a proud smirk appear on Leon's face.

"Downside, it needs to be on Christmas eve for the luck to work, so you're gonna have to wait a little." You looked down at him with a somewhat sorry expression, telling him about these traditions and then making him wait.

"But, I have another one that we could do today!" You announced with a grin and you swear you saw his eyes light up. Even just a little.

"I'm all ears, sweetheart."

"We always called it a 'Light walk'. As the name suggests, we take a walk around the neighborhoods at night and look at all the lights and decorations that people have set up. It's gonna be even better because it snowed. What do you think?" You pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"I think,"he started, getting up from his place in your lap and settling down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "that sounds perfect." He ended it with a whisper close to your ear before kissing your cheek. With a wide smile, you cuddled closer to his side.

"Just don't throw a snowball in my face again, alright?"

"I'll think about it." You grinned.

"Minx."

"You love me."

He hummed in response, letting himself fall on top of you. Leon buried his face in your chest. You were tied down. There was no way you would move now. Not that you wanted to.

"And you love me. Which is why you're gonna let me take a nap on my favorite pillow." He mumbled, eyes falling shut. You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"I'll wake you when the lights are on." You whispered lovingly, tracing patters on his back. The two of you sunk into the softness of the couch, enveloped by the warm blanket that was your love.

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The sun had set, and you were out and about with Leon. Hand in hand you were walking down the snowy lanes of your neighborhood, illuminated by the plethora of Christmas lights your holiday enthusiastic neighbors had put up. You could see the faintest hint of stars speckled on the indigo night sky, accompanied by the glow of the moon.

"You look beautiful in the moonlight." Leon broke you out of your silence, his voice was soft, and the underlying tone of adoration was hard to miss. "Thank you, baby. So do you." You smiled sweetly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

To say Leon was caught off guard would've been an understatement. He'd never been called beautiful before. He didn't know what to feel. Flattered, shy, embarrassed?

"I- um.. Thank.. you?" He stuttered, his cheeks red. He quickly looked away and cleared his throat.

"No need to be shy. You are pretty. The prettiest, actually."

"Baby-"

"The prettiest of the prettiest." You giggled, seeing him swallow. You couldn't get enough of him like this, the stoic and cold Leon Kennedy was blushing because you called him pretty.

"I think that title goes to you." He smirked. Seemed like he got a hold of his cockiness again. Now, it was your turn to be all flustered.

"Hey, why are you turning this on me-"

"The prettiest girl I've ever seen." He said lowly, his hands stopping you from walking any further as they firmly grabbed your waist. Your eyes widened before a small pout settled on your lips.

"Shut up and watch the lights!" You huffed, still very obviously flustered. Leon laughed before taking a hold of your hand again and continuing your way around the neighborhood.

Some houses had a string of lights or two running along them, others were completely decked in bright, blinking lights and obnoxious inflatable Santas and snowmen. Doors and windows were adorned by green garlands with red ornaments as well as delicate golden decorations.

One of the first houses you'd passed was decorated in every color, cheesy and somewhat tacky decor littered the front yard and the house. A long cable ran across the yard, powering a projector, which made little snowflakes happily dance over the side of the house. "Jesus, those lights are burning holes into my retinas." You complained, holding a hand in front of your eyes to soothe the sting the blue light inflicted on you.

"I think the Santa in swim trunks and a cocktail makes up for it, though." Leon grinned, gesturing to the inflatable Santa that was slightly swaying in the breeze, a pair of sunglasses on his face and a very classic cocktail in a coconut shell in his hand.

"That's not any good if I'm blind, Leon!"

The next house was quite the opposite of the obnoxiously, retina-burning decorated place you'd seen just moments ago. It was so elegantly lit up, very subtle stars and reindeer sculptures were placed in a scene in front of the house. It was eye catching, to the say the least. The homeowner had very obviously put a lot of effort into carefully arranging their decorations. The soft light emitted from the lights cast a golden shimmer on the blanket of snow covering the grass.

There was a big tree as well, dusted in white flakes. A delicate string of lights was wrapped around it, with a beautiful star at the top. A very classic and chic approach to Christmas decorations.

"I like this one. Reminds me of how you decorate." Leon said quietly before cracking a small smile and glancing over the sweet reindeer sculptures. The golden glow looked like a sparkling treasure in his blue eyes. A sea of emotions that was yours to discover. "M'glad you like how I decorate." You smiled softly, admiring his side profile while your arm was hooked into his.

"I like everything you do." Leon had the gentlest look on his face. His brows were pulled together in admiration. He did like how you decorated. It was so you. Regardless, you'd asked for his opinion and thought, which now made it uniquely us as Leon had called it, making your heart skip a beat. Us really had a nice ring to it.

"Look," he pointed to a doe and buck standing next to eachother, "It's us." He chuckled. The two light figures were placed under the shelter of the tree, intwined in an affectionate manner.

"Aw, Leon!" Tiny tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tight.

"That's the loveliest thing anyone has ever said to me." You whispered, the smile on your face evident in your voice.

"I can say something even lovelier, you know." Leon spoke softly, his arms holding you against him. "Hm, what?" You asked curiously, hiding your face in his warm chest to hide from the cold. He gently tilted your head up to look at him. Leon was holding you so softly, like you were a delicate glass ornament.

"I love you."

Holy shit. Your eyes widened and your mouth slightly fell agape as you processed what he had said. You hadn't said the dreaded L-word yet. Not in a million years had you expected him to say it first. You could feel your heart swell as if it would jump from your ribcage any second and let itself be cradled in Leon's loving embrace.

You snapped out of your lovestruck trance when you saw him getting antsy. His brows were slightly scrunched together, the corners of his mouth dropped slightly, and he began stroking his thumb over your jaw to distract himself. He was scared shitless.

You weren't saying or doing anything. Was he moving too fast? But he couldn't hold it in anymore, no matter how hard he tried. He had never said this to anyone. Never been this vulnerable around anyone but you. His chest was constricting with anxiety. Leon's thoughts were running amok, conjuring all kinds of different scenarios. Like, what if-

"I love you too."

The heavy Boulder that lay on his chest was shattered by the softness of your voice. He could see the sheen of tears in your eyes and how your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as to not break into a fit of excitement.

Leon let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Without another word, he pulled you flush against his chest and laid his head in the crook of your neck, smiling against your skin.

"I love you. Let's go home." He whispered, pressing a kiss just below your ear.

The snow accompanied the two of you as you walked back to your warm home. Leon pampered you with kisses and sweet murmurs through the rest of the evening, and you held him as he fell asleep, telling him just how much you truly loved him.

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"Sweetheart, I know this is important to you, but you're holding up the aisle and it's in the middle of the Christmas rush-"

"I almost got it, I swear! I just need to find the perfect one." You mumbled, standing in the produce aisle. Your field of vision was entirely red as you scanned through the piles of pomegranates. It was the 23rd, and you still needed the fruit for tomorrow evening. You had done the remaining holiday shopping days before, but the pomegranate needed to be fresh.

And here you were, biting at the inside of your cheek while being bumped by stressed parents and shopping carts as you tried to pick out the perfect fruit. It needed to be perfect.

"Honey-"

"I almost got it!" You said nervously, glacing over to see the pushing look of your boyfriend and the displeased faces of many holiday-stressed people.

"C'mon, where are you.." you muttered to yourself, eyes flitting over the shiny heaps of fruit. Your gaze landed on a slightly lumpy pomegranate, it looked vaguely like a heart. That's the one, you thought.

This was your perfect. It wasn't about looking for the roundest, most symmetrical or shiny one. It was about the one that spoke to you. It was unique, you liked it. Your hand quickly darted forward and grabbed it before slithering through the crowds of people to get back to Leon.

"Got it!" You announced proudly, showing off the pomegranate to Leon.

"Good. It's perfect." He smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. He gently guided you through the store with a hand gently placed on your lower back.

"That grandma behind you was about to jump at your throat." He chuckled.

"She's just jealous I got the best pomegranate."

"I'm sure that's it, Babe."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Leon almost stumbled down the stairs of your apartment building, that's how eagerly your were dragging him with you. You were all cuddled up for the cold, in one hand you held the fruit you had acquired yesterday, and in the other you tightly held his.

"Slow down, Baby." He said, trying not to trip and fall into you.

"It's so exciting, hurry!"

He had to admit, although there was the hazard of falling down the stairs and spending Christmas in the hospital, your unbridled excitement made him smile. He sometimes doubted whether you liked, not loved, him.

He knew you loved him with all that you were, but did you like him as a person? He felt ashamed of those thoughts, he didn't want to doubt you. You were his everything, his world, his light. But the way you were so excited to do this with him made the doubt fizzle away. All you'd do was throw a fruit on the ground, yet you acted like it would be the event of the century.

It made his heart beat stronger, he felt giddy, like a teenager. He never had the chance to have a classic high-school sweethearts romance, but you made your relationship feel exactly like that, and he loved you that much more for it.

The cold hit his face when you stormed out the front door with him in tow. You picked a nice spot, not too secluded but also not too in the way as to not make as big of a mess.

"Alright. Okay. Are you ready?" You asked him, holding out the pomegranate. The puzzled look on his face prompted you to explain further.

"I want you to do it."

"But it's your tradition."

"The person who breaks it gets a little extra luck. I want you to have it." You smiled softly, pressing the fruit into his palm.

He would address the chaos of emotions inside of him later, for he feared if he did now he wouldn't be able to hold back. He was caught off guard. You wanted him to have the extra luck.

You could've kept that to yourself, hell, even if you had told him before he still would've encouraged you to be the one to break it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to ignore the sting of tears in his eyes. "Are- Are you sure?"

You nodded encouragingly, giving his wrist a gentle squeeze. You pulled your hands away, giving him room to throw the pomegranate, but he gentle grabbed your hand and placed it on the other side of the fruit.

"Together?" He had a hopeful smile on his face.

"Together."

With both of you having a hold of the pomegranate, you threw it on the ground. It hit the concrete and cracked into two halves, some of the seeds spilling out on the ground.

Leon took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as you both watched the lights reflect in the crimson flesh of the fruit. The little seeds shimmered like rubies.

"You think we'll have double extra luck now?" Leon smirked. You giggled, squeezing his hand.

"I don't know. I guess we'll have to see just how lucky we get, hm?"

"I couldn't get any luckier." He said softly, pulling you into him and pressing a passionate kiss on your soft lips. They fit perfectly against his, moving in sync. Your arms wrapped around him as he slightly dipped you, making you gasp. He swallowed the sound and could feel you smiling against his lips.

"I love you, Leon."

"I love you ,too, Baby."

The glittery snowflakes cascaded upon the two of you, painting a perfect scene. Your hearts were full, so were your arms. Of eachother, the one you held so dear. The moon and stars shone down on you, sealing your love.

You were filled with warmth and joy, but most importantly, with Tradition and Love.

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I hope you like it, @vampkennedy <3

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gucciwins · 2 years ago

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how are firefighter!harry and yn doing this winter?🎄i feel like harry would be constantly worried about yn because it’s so cold. like making sure she has hot water bottles every day when he’s not there to warn her himself. or even they go ice skating hes so worried for her safety. or yns worries when harry gets called out on a join in like blizzard weather :((☃️❄️

I love you, no one has asked about firefighter!harry in the longest time. So thank you so much for allowing to write about him again. enjoy this 1.8k blurb

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“Angel, your gloves,” Harry places them in her hand, taking her hot cocoa from her hand as he waits for her to put on her black mittens.

“The cocoa was keeping me warm,” she mutters.

Harry shakes his head; he constantly worries about Y/N, but that triples during the winter. She shared how the winter is her least favorite season until it snows, then it’s all she will talk about. He’s sure if he wasn’t around, her poor hands would have been close to falling off from the cold.

“You made me put on a hat and two extra layers, Harry.”

He sighs, tugging her to sit on his lap; her purple corduroy puffer covers her face. He moves it to the side, happy to see a smile on her face. “My angel, you know I don’t want you falling sick.”

Y/N lets her hands rest over his shoulder, happy to be wrapped up in his warmth. She lets her hands play with the small curls that peek from the beanie on his head, showcasing his firefighter house.

“But I’m going to get hot as we skate, H.”

“Rather you start sweating, firebug, than for you to be cold.”

She nods, giving in. He’s only watching out for her, and she isn't making it easy. He had even helped her lace up her skates before getting her hot cocoa. She didn’t even have to ask. He knew that she would want one as soon as they arrived because of the aroma, and she never said no to a good warm cup of yumminess.

“Thank you for looking out for me.”

The grin on Harry’s face is something that will always fill her with warmth. He leans his head, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Always, angel. Now drink up. We got skating to do.”

“Will we get donuts after?”

Harry chuckles, “only if you’re good.”

She presses kiss after kiss to his cheeks and then his lips, and Harry knows he’d get her anything she wished for.

After their successful ice skating date, where Y/N happens to be more graceful than on her two feet, they went home to coffee and donuts. Y/N loved the shop right by their house; as always, Y/N ate one before exiting the shop. It’s a reason Harry always buys seven instead of six.

Sundays are their favorite days together because they both have the day off and dedicate it to each other. Sometimes it’s going out, and other times it’s staying at home under the covers watching old seasons of Survivor on their TV. Harry was a big fan, and Y/N was quick to fall down the rabbit hole with him when he played her his favorite season. It’s always their day.

Monday is a work day for both of them, where Y/N goes in for her 12-hour shift at the hospital, and Harry goes to the firehouse for his 24 hours. They might not see each other, but there is a constant string of texts on their phone to show that they are constantly thinking about one another.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you, angel?” Harry asks his girlfriend this morning as they both finish getting ready.

She shakes her head as she puts away her mascara. “Promise I’ll drive safe, H.” Y/N drapes her hands around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss he happily leans into. “Plus, I don’t want your hard work to go to waste. I know you cleared the driveway and cleared off the snow on my windshield.”

“Doesn’t matter to me, angel,” he mutters against her lips.

Y/N gives him one last peck before pulling away. “It does to me. Plus, how will I get home after my shift if you’re at the fire station?”

He sighs, giving in, knowing you’re right. “But you’ll call me when you arrive and get home.”

She smiles; he’s such a worry wart. Not that she blames him, she’s given him many reasons to worry from the moment they met after so many accidents. Yet, since he’s come into her life, there has been none because he’s always a moment away to save her from trouble, whether it’s an overflowing pot on the stove or maintaining the upkeep of her car.

“I promise.”

“Thank you.”

“I love you, Harry.”

Harry grins, happily showing off the dimples she loves to see. “I love you, too, firebug.”

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Y/N had been inside all day making her rounds with the young patients, ensuring their vitals were good and giving them new activities to have in their room. Most wanted colors and paper to make drawings for nurses and their families to hang around. She did not go out for lunch instead ate pasta that her friend Crystal offered, telling Y/N that she brought an extra plate for her. It also meant she did not see the snowstorm that had been growing since the morning.

It wasn’t until a patient was rushed in by a father and his daughter coming home from the market that a truck ran into them, the conditions not letting the drivers see the traffic light or any other cars. It was a head-on collision. The father was rushed to emergency surgery while the daughter was sent to have a scan as she only seemed to have a few cuts on her face. The other driver suffered a broken leg and arm; thankfully, no surgery would be needed for him.

Soon after, the emergency alerts landed across all phones, the beeping loud and insistent as they were warned of the blizzard taking place. Y/N knew she would be safe staying inside the hospital, but her worry increased as she thought of Harry and all the calls they would be getting. She knew he was trained and prepared, but it did not decrease her worry.

Y/N excused herself, finding a quiet room to give Harry a call knowing that hearing his voice for even a second would calm her. The phone rang, and she knew he was out on a call.

“H, I-I know you’re out doing your job. I know you promise me that you’ll do your best to stay safe every time, but some things are out of your control. But for me, please come home to me. I promise to stay warm,” she giggles, knowing it’s always his biggest concern about her never dressing appropriately for the weather. “I love you.”

She hangs up and holds her head high. She’s seen him work and knows he does everything with his heart. At the end of the day, she trusts him and will wait to see him home.

There was a constant flux of patients coming in from injuries or to simply wait out the blizzard. The cafeteria was buzzing, and so was the Emergency room, but Y/N was still aware that her phone had yet to ring but knew that meant he was okay. It was only a few more hours. She could make it through.

As her shift was ending, the storm was still intense, and she was too nervous to drive home and stayed the night in the hospital instead. She knew she could sleep in one of the cots in the break rooms, but for now, she’d work. Being there meant she was an extra hand to help. There were endless blankets passed around, something she was thankful for was that the power did not go out, meaning the store had not progressed. The news had informed them it would be gone by morning, but for now, she had to swallow her worries and continue to work. It wasn’t until close to the early morning that she sent Harry a final text and tried to rest a few hours before driving herself home.

“Angel, come on.” Y/N hummed as she felt Harry rubbing her back and felt safe to turn and snuggle closer to his warmth. He laughed, “Come on, let me take you home.”

Y/N blinked her eyes slowly and was surprised to see Harry sitting next to her, “Harry,” she breathed out.

“Hi, my angel.” Harry grins as she quickly sits up and throws her hands around him, burying her face in his neck and allowing herself to breathe him in.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” she repeats over and over again.

“Mhmm…we had a busy night. I’m sorry I couldn’t call.” She shakes her head because it doesn’t matter, not when she has him in her arms.

“You’re okay.”

Harry pulls her back, wanting to see his angel’s face. Her eyes are teary, and he feels his heartbreak knowing she was worried for him, but he’s so proud of her because she stayed here instead of bracing the store. He knows she was his strong girl, but tonight she was his brave girl for staying, not trying to brave out the storm. She also did it, he knows to ease his worry. When Harry’s on call, they’re all reminded to leave family and all other concerns behind because, as Lieutenant, he has other lives to worry about, but it doesn’t mean he didn’t take time to think about his love. Y/N was always at the forefront of his mind. She was never something he pushed aside because she was his home. She was who guarded his heart, and knowing that she was okay was enough to ease his beating heart.

“I’m okay, angel.” He promises her. “Nothing happened. Promise I was careful.”

“I’m sorry for all the calls and texts,” she looks away bashful, knowing she might have gone overboard.”

Harry shakes his head, guiding her face gently to look back at him. “You’re okay, angel. I appreciated each text and voicemail. It left me calm knowing you were okay and that you were thinking of me.”

“Always think of you,” she shares, and Harry coos he really needs to get her home.

He presses a chaste kiss to her lips, but she follows after him deepening it, and he lets it go for a moment too long before backing up. “Let me drive you home, angel. We can take a warm shower and sleep before our next shifts.”

“The storm?”

“Long gone,” he promises.

“My car is here.”

Harry chuckles. She’s always one to worry about every little thing she must have learned from him. “I’ll drive you to work tomorrow.”

“Okay, H.”

He helps her up, helping her slip her hoodie on and then zipping up her puffer until she’s all bundled up, ready to brace the cold outside. He knows she’s pouting at all the layers but is thankful Y/N indulges in his small worries.

“I feel like a marshmallow.”

“At least you’re a cute marshmallow,” he teases.

“Harry!” She drags out.

“Let’s go home, firebug. Got some warming up to do.”

“Hot chocolate?”

“Mhmm.”

“And kisses?”

“Lots of them,” he promises.

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midwestmade29 · 11 months ago

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Do You Wanna Build a Snowman? ☃️

Christmas writing prompt: #2 Playing in the snow together Word count: 739 Divider by: @firefly-graphics GIF by: @junglehooks Be sure to check out @madhatterbri's [full list] of Christmas and New Year writing prompts!

It’s my first Kenny Omega story guys! I’m so excited about it 🥳 I came up with this story idea not really having anyone in mind to write it about, but the more I thought about it…Kenny just made sense 🥰

All fluff for Kenneth Jerome 🙂

I adore him ❤️

You and Kenny Omega have fun playing in the snow together…

Kenny was used to the cold, having grown up in Winnipeg. No matter how low the temperature got, this man still thrived! The snow had really come down over night, fresh white powder coating every surface as far as the eye could see. Neither of you had anywhere to be today since your schedules allowed you to be home for the holiday! Kenny stood and looked out the window, an idea suddenly striking him.

“Hey, Y/N! When was the last time you played in the snow?” He asked inquisitively.

“What do you mean? Like, build a snowman or something?”

“Yeah, exactly! Actually gone outside and enjoyed it. Snowball fight, sledding, snow angels, you name it! Let’s take advantage of the weather and have some fun!” His excitement was contagious, there was no way you could say no to him.

“I haven’t done any of that since I was a kid. Let’s do it!”

Once the two of you were bundled up from your head to your toes, off you went! You stepped outside, the cool air kissing the bare parts of your face, making your eyes water a little bit. Kenny was a few steps ahead of you, eager to get this snow party started.

“What do you want to do first, Y/N?” He asked as he sat down all the supplies he had collected from the house.

Your heart melted at his eagerness, smiling at the pure joy on his face. “Um, why don’t we build a snowman first?” You suggested.

Without missing a beat, Kenny grabbed everything you needed from the carrot nose to the black hat, and the pipe he took from a snowman decoration inside. You worked on rolling and packing the middle section of the snowman while Kenny worked on the base. The proportions were off between your two pieces, causing you to laugh at the very full bottom mixed with a skinny midsection. “I can’t wait to see how the rest of it turns out!”

“Would you do the honors?” Kenny asked as he handed you the final piece to the snowman.

You smiled as you placed the black hat on top, completing your masterpiece. “So, what’s next?” you asked after kissing Kenny on the cheek.

He advised you to stay where you are, chuckling to himself as he walked away. You thought he was just moseying through the stuff he had brought outside, but you were sadly mistaken when you felt the ice-cold snowball burst on your chest.

“Hey!” you shouted in Kenny’s direction. “You’re going down, Omega!”

Both of you landed several direct hits on one another with snowballs, even when you hid behind various objects around or used them as shields. The great snowball war eventually came to an end, and you and Kenny sat next to each other catching your breath.

“Truce?” he asked while reaching his hand out for to you to shake. “Truce.” You happily agreed.

Sledding was next on the agenda, and thankfully no trip to the ER was necessary. During one trip down the hill, you ended up going a little faster than you anticipated, letting out a shriek in the process as you toppled off the sled towards the bottom. Kenny rushed over to you full of worry and was confused when he heard you laughing.

“Are you okay?!” he asked as he knelt in the snow.

“Never better!” you squeaked out through your laughter.

Once Kenny finally exhaled, you grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him down to the ground, forcing him to join you on top of the wet snow. You started moving your arms and legs like you were doing jumping jacks while laying down, and Kenny followed your lead making the same motions. Neither of you got up to see how your snow angels turned out, only laid there next to each other before Kenny scooted closer and kissed you softly.

“So, my little snow bunny, are you ready to go back inside?” he asked as he helped you to your feet.

“Only if you promise to sit with me on the couch under a blanket.”

Kenny kissed the tip of your nose and wrapped his arm around you as you made your way inside. When you snuck a quick glance up at him, he greeted you with a loving smile and you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to call this sweet kindred spirit yours.

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darkwitch1999 · 10 months ago

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🦋💇🏽 Beautician Akuma Update! 🦋💇🏽

Hi everyone! Hope life has been going well for y'all! It is currently FREEZING where I am and I am so freakin' over the snow already (even though it hasn't been a week), but well that's life. 🥶☃️

Anyway back to the post, I have seen that people are interested in the original akuma idea I posted a few days and I am looking forward to actually writing their story as soon as I finish the other fanfic projects I am currently working on (It might take a while BTW. I'm currently in the process of finishing up a fanfiction about my OC, Noelle Odeja. After that, I plan on getting back into writing my "Icelator" original fanfic and the third chapter of "Misdirector". After I finish those fanfics, I plan on writing another akumatized Marc Anciel fanfiction before I start writing the Beautician Akuma fanfic. All of my fanfictions have a timeline to them in which each fanfic has events that either take place before or after a specific fanfic based on their order). On the plus side, I'm stuck at home for a few days due to the frozen roads and negative temperatures, so we'll see how much I can get done with that extra time!

Also, I kind of sort of forgot to mention something about the beautician akuma that I probably should have clarified in the original post (my bad 😅)

Well....you see.....the akuma's a guy.

Yeah, I know I put mostly female gifs in my last post, but those were the only ones I could find that had the hair and nail powers other than Wolverine. Anyway, the "Akuma to be named later" is a male. Sorry for any confusion there.

Still trying to come up with some names for this akuma (coming up with supervillain names is hard....😩😭) I'm trying to come up with a villainous name that correlates with his powers of hair and nail manipulation and/or occupation and doesn't sound plain and stupid like Simpleman or Mr. Pigeon (not very creative Gabriel Agreste for a famous fashion designer). I do have one idea that I will put a poll for below:

Anyway, that's all I have to say for now. I'm out. 🚪

@artzychic27 @nerd-chocolate @andromeda612 @lady0lunamoon @username8746489

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chamomileharry · 2 years ago

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☃️ happy holidays friends! ☃️

❅ baby it’s cold outside (2k) // kimtaedumb "So apparently, it’s meant to snow today,” he announces, setting the bowl on the table with a spoon.

Harry glances down at the frosted Shreddies. "Maybe we can go out later then?" Harry suggests, shoving a spoonful in his mouth. Louis chews on his own cereal and swallows quickly.

"That'd be great! We can make our own snowmen like last year."

“Louis,” Harry stresses his name, “Last year you put a dick on your snowman and scarred all the children for life.

” Louis simply shrugs with a shit eating grin on his face.

Or; the one in which it's Christmas and Louis has a special surprise for Harry. ❅ Pass the Cranberry (3k) // iwillpaintasongforlou Louis uses the promise of kissable baby feet to convince Harry to spend their first Christmas as newlyweds at his mum's house, which rather puts a wrench in Harry's plans to put on Christmas lingerie and celebrate the holidays as honeymooners ought.

(Or, the one in which Harry and Louis fuck very, very quietly in his childhood bed on Christmas night so as not to wake the countless sleeping Tomlinsons just beyond those four thin walls.) ❅ If Only In My Dreams (3k) // iwillpaintasongforlou Louis calls and says he doesn't think he'll be home for Christmas, which is disappointing since Harry's wrapped himself up in a red silk bow for Louis to come home to. Luckily the world according to Louis orbits around his beautiful boy and he's making it home one way or another.

❅ Gloss on My Lips, Man on My Hips (4k) // iwillpaintasongforlou

Harry and Louis are cameramen for TLC that sort of accidentally turn into the sweetest sorta-celeb couple on the network's hit wedding shows. Harry gets a beautiful gown on Say Yes to the Dress, Louis gets entirely too competitive about being on Four Weddings, and somewhere in the middle of it all they slow down and remember what this wedding is really about... with the help of festive Christmas lingerie, of course. 'Tis the season, innit?

❅ Hoe Hoe Hoe (5k) // larrybotsmut

“My, my. Jesus. What do we have here, mmh?” Louis’ voice is a bit wavering.

“Got all dolled up for me, pretty?” he asks, eyeing his pretty husband from head to toes. He wants to devour him.

Harry nods, a devil grin adorning his flushed cheeks. He’s getting shy by Louis’ intense gaze on him.

“Why don’t you give us a twirl, darling?” Louis asks, eyes full of desire.

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or — louis and harry finally have some time off after an eventful year. harry misses him like crazy and decides to give himself to louis as a lovely present. lots of kinky sex

❅ Your eyes are like starlight now (5k) // orphan_account

"You're not Santa."

"You're not three years old...anymore."

Or the one where Harry is at the top of the nice list, and Louis is not who Harry anticipated.

❅ at candle glow and mistletoe (5k) *need an ao3 account* // orphan_account

“I swear to God,” he mumbles under his breath as he squeezes them on, “if this is all a ploy to kidnap me, I’m going to feel no guilt for keeping your jacket.”

“Just trust me, alright?” Louis holds his hand out for Harry once the other man straightens up, his soft face flushed in a way that only the holiday rush can do. “I couldn’t hurt you if I tried, Harry Styles.”

Harry places a tender hand over Louis'. “Okay,” he answers, a little breathless. “I trust you.”

an au where louis is santa, harry is a single dad, and niall is the worst reindeer to ever exist

❅ Christmas Always Finds Me (5k) // lovelarry10

Harry blinked slowly, realisation dawning on him. “Gemma, no…”

“Keira can’t stay. Her sister just had a baby, and she’s got a train booked. Harry, I wouldn’t ask if I had another choice, but I need you to take Logan…”

“Gemma! My fucking holiday… you know I’ve been looking forward to it, and so has Lou…”

“I know, Harry, I really do. And I’ll pay for another one, I promise. You can pick anywhere you like, somewhere better than bloody Magaluf, but believe me, I wouldn’t ask if I had an alternative. I’m so sorry.”

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Harry and Louis have big plans for Christmas. Neither is into the idea of celebrating, so they book a holiday to sunnier climes. However, fate has other plans in the form of Harry's ten month old nephew Logan...

❅ come and put your name on it (9k) // kenziexo

A University AU where roommates (and smitten friends with benefits) Louis and Harry are snowed in during Christmas Break. They ring in Louis' birthday (and Christmas Eve) with a bang.

❅ All I Want For Christmas (Is Lou) (20k) // wickedarcher_08

Christmas is sure to be an interesting one when a reluctant Louis and an over-enthusiastic Harry are paired for the annual Secret Santa gift exchange. Will it be a Christmas Miracle when they finally meet? Or will their stockings be filled with coal?

Or the one where Harry and Louis are each others Secret Santa

❅ Precious little thing (21k) // mercutionotromeo

Reason #10 - Curiosity

Niall grins deviously and hits “make call”, putting his phone on speaker. They lean in close to peer down at the screen, heads knocking lightly together. Dull rings reverberate quietly around the room and mix with the monotonous buzz of the lights. It rings for a while - maybe six or seven times - then the other line picks up.

There’s a slow, steady inhale, and a low voice purrs, “Hi, sexy.”

Jesus - this guy has barely said two words, and both of them have made Harry's cock twitch in his jeans. That’s not even getting to what those words are, and why he’s saying them, and how Harry’s stomach is dropping into his shoes at the mere thought of him saying... other words. Words like “cock”, and “please”, and “come”.

Also known as: a university AU featuring phone sex operator Louis, copious amounts of sweet, soft kink discovery, and Louis being Harry's Daddy.

❅ So Put Your Hands In (The Holes of My Sweater) (21k) // Kat_rawr

“Are you gonna kiss me then?” He asks so quiet he isn’t even sure Louis heard him.

“I think it’s bad luck if I don’t.“ Louis’ breath is hot on Harry’s skin in the cold air. They stand in the dark; Louis’ face only lit up by the yellow-ish light from the street light a few metres away. The light over the door of their building hasn’t worked in years.

“Okay,” Harry says, and of course his cheeks heat up. There are definitely butterflies in stomach and his mouth is definitely dry.

or,

Harry and Louis go on a lot of not-dates.

❅ Fate Had Other Plans (25k) *need an ao3 account* // Snowy38

Louis Tomlinson books into a remote Ski Lodge in Austria to avoid everyone at Christmas. He is looking forward to his bah-humbug lonely Christmas when Harry Styles 'breaks into' his lodge and ruins his plans with his happy, sociable nature...

Harry Styles booked into a Ski Lodge to spend Christmas alone with his boyfriend Nick Grimshaw; only two weeks before Christmas Nick dumps him and Harry decides the trip will help him re-find himself. What he doesn't expect to find is love...

❅ The Twelve Days of Harry and Lou (27k) // helikesboys

The one where daddy!louis gives princess!harry a new present every day for twelve days in the lead up to Christmas. Orgasms ensue.

❅ Santa Baby Honey (28k) // SadaVeniren

“Let’s cut right to the chase,” Niall said, loading the powerpoint, which was just one page, comprised of Louis’ face and the words How do you solve a problem like this asshole? “It’s the beginning of November and Louis is already being a fuckwit. How are we gonna have him knock that shit off this year?”

aka Louis is the CEO of a toy company and Christmas is a stressful time of year so his assistant decides the best way to make him chill out is by getting him laid through a Secret Santa

❅ Let’s Embrace The Point Of No Return (33k) // sweaterpawstyles

Louis was a whole new scale of beautiful, he was richer than Harry could've ever imagined, and he was the most powerful, dominant alpha that Harry had ever come in contact with. The only problem now is that Louis is also Harry's boss.

Louis believed Harry was an alpha, and had no idea about how he had lied about his status just to get an interview with Louis. He was in too deep now and he couldn't look back.

Harry is an omega intern at an all alpha company. Louis is his boss. There's some complications.

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as always, please read the tags and remember to leave kudos and a nice comment for the author! if you have any requests, feel free to ask please, I'd love to help in any way! any recommendations you may have are also welcomed! <3 ☃️

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rocknrollsalad · 11 months ago

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☃️ A quick little thing for both steddimas AND the steddie holiday drabbles again!!

❄️ Steve isn't having the best winter, a snow storm keeps him from all his friends, but occasionally the universe smiles down on people. And then they're kind of shitheads about it.

☃️ content/trigger warnings: i can't think of anything, let me know if something needs adding though. barely edited, I will say that lol

☃️ word count: 1710

The universe hated Steve Harrington.

If there was one thing Steve knew for sure it was that there was a higher power and it had it out for him. And that higher powers didn’t work like Santa Claus. Steve had done plenty of good in his short life, he deserved a few good things every once in a while.

Not like he was asking for much here. Steve didn’t want a million dollars or a fast car. The hot girlfriend they were all trained to want as kids turned out to be a hot boyfriend, which would be way cooler if Steve could brag about it. He didn’t even complain when all his friends moved away to college. That was better for everyone in the long run. So what was four years of missing them?

The job at the grocery store didn’t help him believe any of that though. On days when it was really tough, the job was the icing on the shit cake that Steve was forced to eat. All his friends were off, probably making new friends and going to parties, doing everything from the movies, and Steve was arguing with a woman about whether or not they were hiding cans of tomato paste in the back of the store.

Today was one of those days. Not that anyone cared about tomato paste but that there was nothing good going on in Steve’s life because the universe hated him. It’d snowed last night. Enough to make it dangerous to travel, it was nothing new and Steve wasn’t worried. However, the folks at various airports in the area were. They delayed and canceled flights from all over the country. From all the places Steve’s friends were flying in from.

Winter break officially started and everyone was returning home. Everyone. Steve couldn’t remember the last time he was this excited for winter break. The gang was going to be back together and they could have movie-worthy parties of their own. Steve included.

The first call came in a little after midnight or after three in the morning where she was. Robin’s flight was delayed. She’d get in too late for dinner and sleeping in the airport was going to make her cranky so she just wanted to come right home when she landed anyway. It wasn’t the fun, tear-filled reunion Steve imagined but he understood.

Getting ready for his shift, Karen Wheeler called and said Mike would be on a later flight and wanted to know when and which airport Steve was going to in hopes of saving Ted a trip. None of it worked out but it was enough to plant the seed of worry. The weather was going to get in the way.

Looking out the window would have done the same though. The whole midwest was getting dumped on, it seemed and Steve was looking at too much snow to drive. Against better judgment, he went and woke Eddie up. Explaining he was going to walk to work and stay for his whole shift today. He wasn’t sure how they were going to get Robin but he’d call on his lunch break and they could brainstorm.

Steve took off as fast as he could by foot, with a few shortcuts and an apology, he was only five minutes late to work. Eddie ended up calling sixteen times during Steve’s shift. Something he would likely be written up for but in this weather, the phone never stopped ringing. All Eddie’s calls were doing was stopping the absolute flood of “are you open” calls.

Not a single friend was going to make it in today, most were hopeful for tomorrow but Erica and Dustin might not even make that. By the time Steve walked home, the cold couldn’t even bother him; he was so numb from the stream of bad news.

Eddie had made a special dinner, he knew what Steve would be like, and he didn’t try to force conversation or positivity. When Steve went and laid face down on the mattress for the night, Eddie took up the other side. It was Steve’s favorite part of the day.

The next day was more of the same. No one woke him with news, good or otherwise, but Steve went through it with the same amount of enthusiasm. The lack of calls from Eddie had him hopeful people were making it through but the snow outside the store was rising to levels that slowed the panic buying. This meant Steve had to spend his shift milling around, counting the seconds, and dusting the barren shelves.

He called Eddie at lunch but he wasn’t “available to talk”. Steve wanted to reach through the phone and punch him for that. Sure he was trying to deal with someone’s arrival but they could have waited five minutes. All Eddie did was burst that hope growing by saying Lucas was stuck in Phoenix somehow.

Layovers and getting any flight possible did have them ping-ponging through the country and it was probably more stressful than Steve’s miserable day. Still, it wasn’t too much to ask for his boyfriend to give him some burst of happiness to get through the rest of his shift.

Instead, he was left to wallow through minimum wage hell and walk himself home. He grabbed everything he thought could be of use for the coming days because he’d requested the week off and wasn’t coming in for anything. Unfortunately, the liquor store wasn’t open so Steve made his way home.

There was nothing left but to make the depressing walk home and wait for the news he could finally go pick up Robin. If the others didn’t make it, Steve would be crushed but not like if Robin didn’t show up.

It was out of the parking lots and onto the first street that Steve noticed the little snowman on the hood of a car. Maybe a foot tall, two snowballs stacked up. A little face made out of gravel and one sad-looking stick arm, it looked so out of place there but adorable. Steve tipped his head like he was passing a friendly face and carried on.

When he turned down the next street there were three more. They looked like the one of the car and we’re placed right in the middle of the sidewalk. Each had the correct number of sad-looking arms and one wore a frown. Steve figured the kids who built them must live nearby.

Even when he spotted the one built upside down by the lamp post not but ten steps away from the trio, though across the street. A few houses down there was a group of four and Steve could swear they were holding stick guitars. Continuing down the same street he spotted one in a driveway. Another perfect triangle of three was in the middle of the road and Steve asked them how they were still there.

In one of the spots he had to cross the street, there was a line of six that blocked his way. Two of them had cardboard shields and suggested the culprit wasn’t neighborhood kids banding together but maybe, just possibly, the guy Steve was going home to. Hopefully, Eddie would want to come out when Steve got home so they could take some pictures before all daylight was gone.

Another turn and Steve was on the same road as his place. Five blocks down but home was in his sights. So was an army of snowpeople. At first, Steve was weaving around one or two. He found a couple of trios but the closer he got to his place the more there were. Eddie had to have spent all day at this, it was touching and definitely lifted Steve’s spirits.

In something Steve should have expected, his yard was filled with tiny snowpeople. Not all of them had details, just two circles plopped together and adding to the masses. Standing on the sidewalk, looking at the overpopulated yard, Steve shook his head. He didn’t deserve Eddie. And Eddie didn’t deserve the version of Steve he’d had lately either. Some major apologies were in order.

Against better judgment, Steve put the paper bags he’d dragged through the infestation down. The snow would ruin the bottom but he only had a few more feet to go in. He took in the sights and tried to look at the ones that did get little personalities.

As he looked at two that could be described as kissing, he was attacked. A snowball smacked square against his chest. Immediately, Steve’s eyes scanned the yard. It took ten seconds before common sense kicked in and he remembered they weren’t real, they couldn’t hit him with snowballs.

Before he could look anywhere else, he was hit with two more while one fell at his feet. “The groceries!” Steve cried, like getting any more snow on them would be a problem.

His words were called back in more voices than just Eddie’s. Though each was mocking him. Scanning the area, Steve’s head bounced around as he tried to figure out where the voices were coming from and who they were. Deciding Eddie’s band was the most likely culprit, he bent down to grab some snow and fight back.

When he stood, people materialized among the snowpeople. Eddie, Lucas, Nancy and Jonathan, Will and El, Erica, and on the porch stood Robin. Steve stood there with his mouth open, desperately scrambling for any words.

Rather than his excitement filling the air, Eddie screamed “FIRE!” and they all lobbed snowballs at Steve. Most didn’t make it but that didn’t matter.

Groceries were forgotten, Steve scrambled his way up the slippery, snowy path left for him and was greeted by all his friends. Everyone was talking at once and Steve didn’t catch a word of it but he didn’t care. How could he? Though the holiday was a week away, he’d got his very own Christmas miracle, there’d be plenty of time for understanding conversation later.

“Jonathan and Nance brought us dinner, you’ve had a hard day,” Eddie half-mocked. “Let’s get you inside?”

“Will you get the bags?” Steve asked, trying to look as innocent and helpless as he could.

“No, but Will can.”

#i wanted to do a bit more but it was a long day for me lol #hey everyone come see what i wrote now

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adminnie · 11 months ago

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For Lisa and Juyeon ☃️

[ 𝑪𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏 ] — My muse takes your muse to a cabin and get snowed in the night before Christmas.

— @crimson-l

Juyeon is meant to head to Hell for the Christmas period but when Lisa had mentioned going to a cabin for the night, batting her eyes and practically pouting at him to get her way, he postponed to make her happy.

"I'll head out tomorrow, hm?" He says as they pull up to the cabin, grabbing their luggage from the car and taking it inside, careful with his bag due to the gift he has inside.

They spent the night by the fire, a large sheepskin was more than soft enough especially when matched with a few blankets and pillows they had pulled off the bed. Juyeon spent the night lavishing her with worship and praise, giving her more than enough thoughts that would last until he returned to give her some more. When they lay resting in front of the fire, her hand tracing random shapes on his chest, she asks him about why he had to go.

His reasons for not wanting to stay.

Juyeon could hear it in her voice, the silent plea for him to stay with her but it wasn't about him wanting to or not - it's about not wanting to dampen a holiday that fills so many people with joy.

"I wasn't raised with Christmas." He says, staring at the ceiling as he recalls his life. "I never understood why people enjoyed it so much, the whole reason behind it and so eventually, I decided staying in Hell and keeping up with the chaos down there was much easier than being up here and destroying someone's happiness." Juyeon speaks softly, sighing before looking at Lisa and seeing it behind her eyes before it's shut away.

Disappointment. Hurt.

"Go to sleep," Juyeon kisses her forehead, wrapping his arms around the woman and pulls her close. "We'll deal with it in the morning."

That's what he thought would happen. They'd wake up, have breakfast and exchange gifts before he got ready to take her home and head to Hell.

What he didn't take into account was the heavy forecast of snow that caused them and the car they had arrived in to be completely covered in snow - keeping them at the cabin.

Lisa looks apologetic as Juyeon stares at the snow that had piled up against the windows overnight but what could he really do? He's not annoyed, it's just something he has no control over so he has to go with the flow. "Come here," he holds out his hand to her and leads her to the bedroom. There's no better time to distract her mind than giving her the gift he had bought. "Close your eyes," he says as he has her stand in the middle of the room, a hand over her eyes to make sure she's not peeking.

Grabbing the neatly wrapped box, Juyeon places it on the vanity in front of her and takes the cover off to reveal a beautiful and delicate glass sculpture of a black rose in bloom.

"The glass is made from materials found in Hell," he begins, running his fingers through his messy locks, "I know that our Hells are different but I thought you'd like something from where I'm from so that even when I'm gone, you can still feel connected to me." He's not good with his words, with expressing certain emotions but he's trying.

He knows Lisa wants more but he hopes she can accept the things he's able to give, like a piece of his Hell for her to have.

#ask: juyeon #ship: juyeon x lisa (🥀🖤)#💙: clubwnderland #🐻: ask game #from: my rose (🥀)

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princess200417 · 2 years ago

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My first Christmas with full manifistation results/desired life 🌲💐🌉🎄👑🙌♥️so excited

*Going out with my family and my man and his family

*going out with my bestie and my friends

*shopping

*cooking with man

*helping people

*ice skating

*going to the Christmas fun park of my town

*dancing a lot with my family and my man plus his family

*family parties 🎉👏

*Christmas makeup

*cuddling in bed with my man

*trying out for the first time home made hot chocolate 🍫 made with kinder chocolate egg

*making snowman ☃️

*decorating Christmas tree(we are doing that tomorrow)

*going out at night for food and walking barefooted (there is no snow yet here don't worry)

*buying cute Christmas candies and sweets from the bakery shop

*going to a toy shop with my little nieces

*sleeping and waking up with my wonderful man with an open wide window being able to see the beautiful snow /weather

*watching Barbie Life in the dream house and Barbie Christmas movie(btw there is going to be lots of Christmas movies on tv for 2 weeks straight)

*Christmas nails

*kids singing from house to house 🏡

*visiting Christmas places(Don't know how to explain that)

😍👑🎄🙈

What is your Christmas going to be like??🙌😍👑🌉💐❣️💖🎂🍫👏🌎💗🌍🎉🖤🎄🙌♥️🙈✨✨✨❄️⛄🌻🌸🙈🐻☕💎👑

#void state #neville goddard #lawofassumption #law of assumption #master manifestor #mindset #manifistation #fantasy #loa #manifesting

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bakuroo-writings · 3 years ago

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Hey! Congrats on your one year anniversary and thank you for hosting this event! :)

Can I please request Bakugou + “In my defense, ice-skating always looked romantic in movies.” ⛸️

Thank you so much for the wishes and for joining! I hope you enjoy the drabble!

630 words, Pro hero!Bakugou x female reader, he calls you woman + babe, just some nice, winter fluff, fluff, fluff, 18+ ONLY MINORS 17 AND UNDER, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS DNI.

Light flurries fill the air as kids, families, and couples of all shapes, ages, and sizes surround you and Bakugou as you lace up your skates. Standing up, blades digging into the snow, you stretch your arms above your head. Bakugou huffs as he slides his skates on.

Turning to face him, you giggle as snowflakes fall on the blonde peeking out from under his maroon hat, “Want me to wait for you, Kats?”

“Nah, you go ahead and warm up. I’ll be there soon.”

You lean down to press a kiss to his cheek before you take off and, entering the outdoor skating rink, start gliding on the solid ice with ease. You make a few laps, even throwing in some easy spins, before you stop by the side, taking in the sights. Red, shiny garland is wrapped around the outside of the rink, unlit lights line the top, and red and gold bows are on each post. People skate by but you can’t even see them as your eyes fall on your boyfriend, standing on shaky legs as he enters the rink and you skate over to him, sliding your hand in his.

“Need some help there, Bambi?”

“Har, har,” comes his sarcastic reply, “very funny, woman.”

“Sorry, but you look like a baby deer. Come on, let me help. I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”

Lacing your fingers together and wrapping an arm around his waist, the both of you skate across the rink slowly and, true to your word, he does not fall, even his newborn deer legs have become nonexistent.

“Okay, babe. I think I got it. Let me lift you.”

“Uh, no. You may be able to stand up right but I am not letting you lift me, just for both of us to fall.”

“You don’t think a big strong pro hero like me can lift you?!”

“No, I know you can lift me. I just don’t think you can keep your footing, causing both of us to face plant on the ice.”

“Fine. At least, let me spin you?”

“Fine. One spin,” you give him your hand and skate a little away from as he spins you out before bring you back. . . only for him to lose his footing and fall to the ice, taking you with him.

Turning on his back, he ensures your safety by having you land on him. He grumbles as you let out a laugh.

“I told you this would happen, Kats.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s not my fault, though!” He grumbles under his breath, “In my defense, ice-skating always looked romantic in movies.”

“Wait, Katsuki? Did you want to go ice skating to try and be romantic?”

“Shut up. No, I didn’t. . . Okay, I did, but I failed. This date was a disaster.”

Soft smile on your face, you lean down to press your lips to his, “It can still be romantic; I don’t care what we do, as long as I get to do it with you. Any time spent with you is romantic. It means the world to me that you tried. And . . . “ you press your lips to his again quickly, “you saved me from getting hurt. That’s the most romantic thing ever. You’re my hero, Katsuki.”

His eyes soften as they meet yours, grumpy look on his face long gone as his hand cups your cheek and his lips claim yours. Despite lying on the cold ice, with people skating around you and giving you weird looks, Bakugou has never felt warmer than he has right now, all his attention on the only one that matters – you. His tongue tangles with yours as snow starts to fall harder, creating the white Christmas he’s already dreamed of having.

general taglist: @chibishae34 @rosesandtoshi

#bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #🦊.onyx's writing #☃️.there's snow place like home

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piers-wifey · 3 years ago

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Spending the holidays with the RE peeps part II

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Here's part two of my Spending the holidays with the RE peeps headcanons. Have fun reading them and merry Xmas to everyone. 🦌🎅🏻☃️🎄

Leon S. Kennedy

When he was younger, before Raccoon City, he loved celebrating Christmas. He always got presents for all his friends and his family. He even wrapped them himself

After Raccoon City however, he cared less about the holidays. Not that he had much time to spend them anyway. He didn't hated Christmas, he had just lost his excitement for it

That was until he met you. You were his little star, his Christmas wonder who managed to bring back some of those long forgotten Holly Jolly Christmas feels

He loves seeing you decorate his place, humming Christmas songs and just bringing joy and warmth into this cold, heartless world of his. He even helps you with the Christmas preparations

Whatever you throw at him, whether if it's baking cookies (He's not the best when it comes to anything kitchen related so bear with him), wrapping presents for your loved ones (he's a professional gift wrapper) or going around your neighborhood to give the neighbors kids little presents, he's in

Leon will take you to a nice little restaurant out of town. He had planned this whole thing for weeks, after he had learned that there was going to be a huge firework near the restaurant

Leon knows you don't care much about big and expensive presents, but does that stop him from spoiling his little Christmas wonder at least a little bit? No. This man has enough money and he's more than happy to spend it on you

Carlos Oliveira

This man is a literal child when it comes to Christmas. He gets so excited and will sing or hum Christmas songs all day

Spends days preparing your home for the holidays. No inch and no corner will be left without decorations

Throughout the holidays, Carlos will spoil you with all kinds of dishes from his home country and introduce you to its Christmas traditions

Will dress up as Santa Claus and visit the Orphanage and even an animal shelter on Christmas day with you as his adorable little helper to bring chocolate, cookies and toys to the children and animals

He loves children and animals so much and seeing their eyes shining brightly or their tails wagging with happiness when the 'real' Santa Claus brings them their presents, fills his heart with so much joy

He knows how it feels to grow up and live with nothing and how hard life in an orphanage can be. That's why he wants to bring at least a little bit of happiness to those innocent little hearts. Bless this man

Piers Nivans

Though Piers may look like he couldn't care less about Christmas he, in fact, loves celebrating it

It warms his heart seeing the children play in the snow and stare at all those toys and gigantic Christmas trees in complete awe

Another reason why he loves Christmas so much are, as you can guess, the delicious cookies and, of course, lots of hot chocolate. This man has a sweet tooth and just can't resist those things. Especially when you made them

Decorating your shared apartment often turns into a sort of competition between you two. Who gets to decorate more? Who's way of decorating looks prettier? And all that. Of course he will help you out should you struggle. But whatever you do, don't let this man near the fairy lights. He will wrap them around you

You and Piers spend Christmas eve sitting at the fireplace under a big blanket with hot chocolate and self made cookies and sweets, watching movies or listening to an audio book and cuddling the whole time

The next morning Piers will surprise you with breakfast in bed while wearing this silly reindeer sweater he found online

After you're done with eating and giving each other your presents, you two go to the park to go ice skating

Alex Wesker

Couldn't care less about Christmas. There are more important things to do. She don't even understand why you're so excited about it. To her it's just another day, wasted away by people celebrating the birthday of an unimportant person

But since you seem to like it so much and she loves seeing you happy, she's willing to give it a try

Allows you decorate your home and even gets you a 'small' Christmas tree. (The tree is actually 10 feet tall and tho you told her that it's not necessary, she paid a bunch of professionals to decorate the tree) She also has a bunch of cooks at hand to prepare a huge Christmas meal just for you

"You deserve only the prettiest tree and most delicious dishes, my darling."

If you ask her nicely, she may make some time to go Christmas shopping with you

Christmas eve will be spend at the fireplace, with your head in her lap and soft music playing in the background with some exquisite whine and a good book at hand

And despite being reserved towards this whole event, Alex will get you a few presents. Expensive perfumes, silver rings and necklaces and exquisite dresses/suits

Ada Wong

Despite being away from home almost all year, Ada somehow always manages to make some time for you during the holidays

Ada loves to go Christmas shopping and prepare everything for the holidays with you. It's one of those rare moments she gets to spend with you

Will go to a fancy restaurant where you two have a nice Christmas dinner and then later take a long and romantic walk in the snow with you, with the lights of the gigantic Christmas trees reflecting in the snow and on the surface of the frozen lake

Christmas day will start with a long and exquisite breakfast, accompanied by soft music and the smell of freshly brewed coffee, cinnamon and spices

Spends a lot of money on nice and sweet presents for you. This woman has more than enough

After the gift giving, you two take another walk in the snow, getting hot chocolate and watching the people ice skating. And who knows, maybe you two will go on the ice too

Ethan Winters

This man is a huge fan of Christmas. It's his favourite holiday of the year and if he could, he would have his house decorated all year

Speaking of which, Ethan is a pro and a little show off when it comes to decorating the house for the holidays. He has hundreds of fairy lights, garlands and even hanging around. Not even the bathroom is safe. And of course the outside of the house will be just as colourful and pretty as the inside. And he may or may not have a gigantic Santa sitting on the roof. How he got it there? You've no idea

He's also very fond of traditions and will hang up some mistletoes. "It's for the festive feelings" he says with a shrug before stealing a kiss

Ethan is an excellent cook and will make you the finest dishes anyone can think of. And he won't let you leave the table, not until you've tried his infamous vanilla/cinnamon rolls

Well fed and warm, you two spend the whole evening on the sofa, watching movies and snuggling

Ethan is not a fan of huge gifts. He never understood what the size or price of the present says about the love a person has for you. It's all about the thought behind the gift. He rather gets a mug with a picture of you two on it than the newest laptop or phone. But that doesn't mean that he wouldn't spoil you a little

Barry Burton

Barry invites you to spend the holidays with him and his family

You, like everyone else in house Burton, pets included, will be given your very own, goofy looking Christmas sweater. It's a family tradition to take a bunch of silly and cute pictures while wearing them. And since you're basically part of the family, you won't be left out of this

The Burton's enjoy all kinds of Christmas traditions and will do every single one of them. Such as singing Christmas songs together while baking or decorating the tree together

On Christmas eve there will be a huge dinner. With all kinds of foods and desserts and after dinner, everyone gathers together to play board games, twister and/or charade

And when you thought that the dinner from the evening before was heavy, oh boy. . . Here's my advice: Better make some room in your stomach for the breakfast, cuz that one's gonna be huge

Three words. Christmas. Movies. Marathon. You and the Burton's will spend the whole day huddled together on the couch, sipping hot chocolate/tea and munching cookies

Billy Coen

Not the biggest Christmas enthusiast. Why spend money on overly expensive presents, trees and fancy food when it's so much cheaper (and less stressful) to just stay at home and enjoy the coziness of your home without all this stuff?

Does give in after hearing you nagging about it the entire time. Also tired of hearing you call him 'Grinch' all the time

Will try his best to be a bit more festive for you, but no sweaters! Of course you got him one. And of course it's the most funniest (and ridiculous) sweater you could find. Will put it on eventually. But only because you wouldn't stop asking and begging him for it

Grumbles and quietly complains about it the whole time, but doesn't take it off. He wants to make you happy. But god forbid you take any photos of him in this thing. You do

You and Billy will celebrate Christmas at your place. Not only because it's already decorated, but it's also safer for him and his 'reputation' when he stays at your place. The last thing he would want is to be seen by his neighbours in this silly sweater

You two will have a nice candlelight dinner with fine whine and soft music playing in the background. And after that, you and Billy take a long and relaxing bubble bath together. And what follows after that is only one of the presents he got for you

Tag list: @thatgoblin @bsaa-bitch @ballorawan740 @ravenrune @liliththebaroness @practical-al @allys-void @dorkyratqueen @artlovingbre

Like I said before, this is my Christmas gift for you amazing peeps. I love every single one of ya and I hope y'all have some nice, lovely holidays (or an amazing weekend if you don't celebrate it) Merry Christmas from me and your Resi boos. <3

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buckybleu · 3 years ago

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❅ buns & mistletoe ❅

pairing: beefy!lumberjack!Shang-Chi x fem!reader

summary: The town of Lyon is small and quaint, surrounded by the freshest evergreens. It holds everything and anything you might need, especially if you're looking for a cute baker.

warnings: pet names (bunny, sweet girl), beefy lumberjack Shangqi (yes this man is a warning), cheesy puns

A/N: Sorry it's been nearly a month(?) since my last upload! Life has been throwing me some curve balls left & right. I might write a few fics/Drabble around this au! There will be new fics and updates on previous works, coming soon! Thanks for reading, happy December! ☃️

reblogs/like/comments are greatly appreciated! ❤️

word count: 4.0k

Lyon is small and quaint. A town surrounded by the freshest Evergreens, coated with white powder snow. Glowing windows decorate the cabin homes, which illuminate warmth. Chimney smoke billows into the air. The dim street lights cast blurry shadows as flurries of snowflakes cascade from the sky. Your floppy wool hat and tightly wrapped scarf shield you from the light frosty winds as you shuffle down the empty sidewalk. Stuffing your gloved hands into the pockets of your coat, you curl your head into your chest as you continue the short walk.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The sound of your winter boots against the snow packed pavement brings you some peace in the eerily pitched morning. There is nothing more that you want than to return home and be wrapped in the warmth of your blankets. Alas, you knew if you weren’t in the bakery soon, none of the dough would be kneaded. Which meant no freshly baked loaves of bread and there would no doubt be an upset Mrs. Chen knocking on your shop’s window.

The jingle of your keys echo through the darkness as the warmth of the bakery envelops you. Your cheeks melt, sniffling nose seizes. The cool fluorescent lights slightly blind you as they flicker on. You quickly discard your hat and gloves, hanging your coat and scarf on the hook. Weaving through the kitchen, you quickly scan the list of today’s breads, hauling all the ingredients and cookware onto the counter. 4:30 AM, the clock glares. Rubbing the last bit of sleep out your eyes, you tightly tie the apron around your waist, hair pulled into a messy bun, ready for a morning of baking.

“Alright, let’s start rolling” you huff.

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There is something relaxing and peaceful about baking. It pulls you from reality, allowing you to succumb to the heat radiating from the ovens as soft flour sifts between your fingers. Kneading the dough as if you were kneading the tension from your shoulders. The low humming of mixers provide a comforting white noise as your team slowly trickles in, giving a small smile as they clock in for the day. You place the final sheet pan of loaves to rise on the rack. Wiping your flour covered hands on your apron, you turn to check the time left on the oven.

“Boss! These good to go out front?” Peter, one of the sous bakers, calls out.

“Yea, take that and the three other racks next to it out.” Your brows furrow together in confusion. “Wait, where’s Ruihua? You’re supposed to be working on the ciabatta, not stocking loaves!” Peter shrugs as he and Kate push the racks through the double doors.

Not a moment later, a disheveled Ruihua rushes through the back door, dodging past other bakers at their stations. You huff in annoyance, eyes sending him icy glares. Ruihua sheepishly smiles as he buttons his white coat.

You hold up your hand, halting the words from spilling out his mouth. “We'll talk about this later, go help Peter and Kate stock out front.” Ruihua mumbles a quick ‘yes boss’ before he scurries out front. As much as you adore Katy’s brother, you ran a tight bakery and team, all hands were needed on deck, especially this time of year. You weren’t able to catch a breath when the oven timer chimes, alerting you the sweet buns are finished. The sweet, buttery aroma wafts through the kitchen as heat of the oven kisses your cheeks as you pull them out.

“Behind you! Hot buns!” You gracefully slink behind your team, placing the trays on the rack to cool. Just two more trays of cinnamon raisin bread needed to be baked before the morning rush began. You delicately brush brown butter across the raised loaf, taking in the honeyed cinnamon and brown sugar scent. Satisfied with your precious babies, you slip the trays into the squelching hot oven, not noticing a figure behind you.

“Shit! Katy, don’t scare me like that.” Your oven mitt hands rest over your rapidly beating heart. “Today’s your day off, what are you doing here?”

“Well lovely to see you too” Katy jokingly scoffs. “And can’t I just come see my favorite baker in town. What’s the harm in that?” Her eyes avert around the kitchen until they land on a specific tray.

You raise your brow with a knowing smirk. “Mhm and you eyeing those hot sticky buns aren’t the reason you’re here right? Just came to say ‘hi’ to me?”

“No, absolutely not. Here for my favorite baker!” Katy’s eyes return to your gaze, a big smile across her face.

There’s a pregnant pause as you and Katy continue your stare-off. Katy’s semblance slowly breaks as her eyes shift back to the tray of goodness beside her. You’re surprised she’s lasted this long; usually her guise would be broken from just your raised brow.

Katy raises her hands in surrender, immediately going after the tray of sticky buns. “Okay fine! Xialing told me you might be making your world famous sticky buns. And you know me, I can’t help it. They're so soft and gooey, and oh so delicious. And they need to be in Mama’s tummy right-”

You wholesomely laugh at your friend's confession, “Katy, I’m messing with you. Your girlfriend put in a special order.” You pull a bow wrapped box from under the counter, pushing it towards Katy. “A dozen hot sticky buns with extra candied pecans.”

“You’re an angel. God I don’t understand how a certain lumberjack hasn’t asked you to butter his buns yet.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. You knew who exactly she was referring to. Ever since you moved into town and opened the shop, a certain lumberman has frequented the west side of town more often. There’s no denying the physical attraction you held for Shang-Chi; a 6’3 man wearing a plaid button up where the buttons nearly pop off, warm arms that you’d wish wrap around your figure, and fluffy hair that was often adorned with wood chippings. His thick, muscular thighs strain under his jeans, but his lap is the seat you’d prefer over any chair. He’s grown a bit of a tummy from all the sweets he’s bought, but you weren’t complaining about the extra cushion..

“I don’t have time to ‘butter’ anyone’s buns Katy. I’m too busy with-”

“Yea, yea. Bakery. Sticky buns. And all the jolly joys of your life.”

“Go home and get those to Xialing. I’m sure she’s waiting for those sticky buns and your help putting up those Christmas decorations.”

Katy wraps her scarf around her neck, chills running down her spine when you mention decorations. “We did all that after Halloween. And now she’s dragging me down to the Christmas tree farm, it’s only the 1st of December! The things you do for love.”

You walk Katy out to the front of the shop, giving her a tight squeeze, “She’s just excited. Now go, if you stay any longer, I’m going to receive an angry phone call from her, asking where you and her sticky buns are.”

Sending Katy off with a final goodbye, you do one final inspection of shelves and display cases. The fairy lights twinkle as hues of orange and yellow shine through the bay windows. Paper snowflakes cascade from the ceiling as garland wraps alongs the shelves. You adjust a balsam and holly wreath on the door, humming to the faint holiday music playing. Pleased with your bakery, you flip the sign to open, spotting a few regulars and a giddy Mrs. Chen.

“Shop’s open! It’s all or muffin from here guys!” You chuckle as you earn some cheers from your staff and a boo from Peter for your lame joke.

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Word spreads quickly of your world famous hot sticky buns, and that’s no thanks to Katy and Xialing. It spread so far that you received a phone call from Tony down at the lumberyard, letting you know that the guys would be down at your bakery this afternoon. No “hey, how are you?”, but a “Be ready at 4pm, I’m bringing some hungry lumber men and women for some sticky buns.”

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to serve the town’s lumberyard, it happened quite often. Most days Clint or Bruce would swing by before closing to pick up a few dozen almond Danishes or loaves of bread for supper. But the entire town’s lodging company crammed into your kitchen for some sticky buns? Now that was going to be a sight to see.

There was no way you were going to make enough sticky buns by yourself. Luckily, you were able to convince Katy to come back down to the bakery, promising her another dozen.

“Remind me again why you agreed to make five dozen sticky buns?” Katy sprinkles the last tray with candied pecans before handing them over to you. “Was it because you knew a certain someone would come here?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“I didn’t get a say. Tony called and said they would be here in a few hours and hung up.” You grab the tray from Katy and slide it onto the oven rack, closing the oven door. “Plus I think it would be nice to catch up with everyone. I haven’t seen them since the Fall Festival.”

Katy gives you a knowing look, continuing to pester you, “Right and there isn’t a special someone you want to see? Like someone who’s related to my girlfriend?”

“Nope.” You emphasize your answer with a pop as you busy yourself with cleaning. “Can you set out the plates and utensils on the counter for me?” You try to distract Katy with tasks, delaying the impending questions that are on the tip of her tongue.

“I will...after you put on your big pants and admit your little crush on Shang-Chi.”

“Who?” You giggle at Katy’s exasperated expression. “Plates and utensils Katy, we got hungry men and women coming-”

Your sentence is cut short when the back door bursts open. A cacophony of voices and plaid shirts shuffle into your kitchen. Tony waves to you as men haul themselves towards the counters of baked goods. It is a sight to see; grown men and women shoving each other like children, fighting over who gets the bigger piece. Sam and Bucky fight over who gets the corner piece. Steve narrowly escapes their shoving, saving his mug of coffee. Across the room, Peter seems to be in deep conversation with Tony, something about high tech ovens or saws. Natasha and Clint listen to Wong enthusiastically talk about his newly installed karaoke machine at home.

With plates filled to the brim, mugs topped off with coffee, and happy company, you can finally relax. There’s nothing more rewarding than to see smiling faces and filled stomachs. Making your rounds, you share a few jokes and catch up with your friends. But as you greet everyone, you couldn’t help but search out for a familiar pair of honeyed eyes. A warm, smooth voice pulls you from the search, his cedarwood cologne invades your senses.

“Hey Bunny.” Bunny. Your knees nearly buckle at the pet name. Shang-Chi’s chest presses against your back, lips near your ear, “Looking for someone?”. The heat from his left hand radiates onto your waist as he holds you. Shang-Chi’s right arm extends from behind, holding a cup of hot chocolate in his massive hand. The veins on his arm strain against his skin, freckles aligning like constellations. You don’t know how long you’re staring until Shang-Chi moves in front of you, a warm hand cupping your face

“Bunny, you okay? Do you want to sit?” Shang-Chi’s comforting voice makes your stomach flutter, not used to having someone be so tender.

“Sorry.” You clear your throat, slowly pulling out of his trance “Yea, I’m good. Just uhm, thinking.” Only if the man knew how easily you were in his hands, you think. But he definitely knew.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Shang-Chi raises his mug to his mouth, lips blowing the hot steam. You nod your head unconsciously, not answering his question. You’re too focused on his pink lips and the way they slot onto the rim of the mug. Shang-Chi smirks at where your gaze is at, his confidence soaring. He knows he has you, but just not quite enough to his liking. “Bunny?”

“Huh? Oh! Christmas decorations and a tree.” Katy and Xialing eavesdrop as they take a seat nearby, giggling at your flustered state. Shang-Chi tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, amber eyes encouraging you to continue. “I still need to decorate the bakery and put up a tree.” You gesture towards the barren walls, only a few strands of garland hanging. It’s impossible to focus on the conversation as you’re constantly reverting your eyes back to his lips.

There’s a glimmer in Shang-Chi’s eyes, something in them dancing with joy. “I can help! I-I mean, if you want. I have some time off this weekend. I got a few boxes of baubles and bits that need a home.” Shang-Chi tries to hide the excitement in his voice, but you love it. “And I have this snowman inflatable that you could put outside the bakery…”

The sight in front of you was a rarity. A hulking lumberjack jumping on the balls of his feet, wanting nothing more than help decorate. His muscular arms tenses underneath his white long sleeves, buttons on his burgundy shirt nearly popping off. Too busy admiring Shang-Chi’s physique, someone from behind accidentally pushes you into him. The mug slips out of Shang-Chi’s hand and shatters at your feet. His burly arms catch your fall, your face now pressed against his chest.

“You okay?” Shang-Chi inspects your face, arms still wrapped around you. You relish a little longer in his warmth until you realize how many eyes are on both of you.

“I’m fine, just a bit of coffee. It’ll wash out.” Yea, this is not going to come off so easily. And on your favorite blouse too? “I’ll be right back, I think there’s a shirt in my office somewhere.” You let everyone know you’re okay, forgiving an apologetic Bruce as he promises to clean this up for you.

It wasn’t until you walked into your office you noticed how sheer your blouse was. The cold coffee stained fabric clings to your chest, showing off the lacy black bra underneath. Fuck me. You shuffle through your bag hoping to find the t-shirt you’ve thrown in case of emergencies. The office is nearly flipped upside down until you find a sweater lodge behind a cushion on your small loveseat.

The one thing you weren’t expecting was having difficulty with pulling it down your body. You raise your arms above your head, jumping up and down as if it would help. It didn’t. One of your arms smacks a standing lamp over, another knocks off a picture frame on the wall. As if things could’ve gone worse, you bang your knee against the desk and topple onto your chair, arms still raised.

You stabilize your breathing and figure out a better plan to either pull down or pull off this stupid sweater. The sound of laughter roars in the kitchen. It's surprising no one has come to check out the noise. Even more surprised that neither Xialing or Katy have come sticking their nose into your office. Drawing one last breath, you furiously jump up and down in a last attempt to make it work.

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Shang-Chi ears perk up at any sound, hoping that it’s you passing through those double doors. He didn’t want to worry, but he was worried. It shouldn’t take you more than five minutes to change out of your shirt right? No, no, maybe you went to soak your blouse. Shang-Chi tries to distract himself by talking to Katy and his sister, eyes continually returning to the doors.

“Earth to Shang-Chi?” Xialing waves her hand in front of his face. “You alright?”

“Huh? Oh uhm yea.” He nervously chuckles, hoping Xialing and Katy don’t question it.

“No you’re not. You’ve been staring at those doors for god knows how long. I’m surprised you haven’t burned holes through them.” Katy walks towards the door, peeking through the little window. The light glows from under your office door. “Oh I see, you’re missing your girlfriend.”

“Not my girlfriend” he scoffs. A loud clatter comes from your office, then a sound of glass breaking. “Did you guys hear that?” Shang-Chi shuffles out of his seat and darts through the doors.

“Bunny?” Shang-Chi hears a string of curses, before another loud thud comes from the door. He barrels through your office door, the hinges nearly coming off. “Bunny, are you okay? What’s go-” His words die on his tongue, eyes bulging. You’re on the floor with your sweater halfway off, lace black bra on full display. Heat rises to Shang-Chi’s cheeks, his eyes still lingering on your chest.

“A little help please?” You flail your sore arms. Shang-Chi rushes over to you, lifting you off the floor. His warm touch sears into your skin, not wanting his hands to leave your body. “Can you pull the sweater off of me, my arms are dying.” Your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness as relief fills your chest.

Uh oh. Your chest…

You’re nearly topless, only a see-through lace bra covering you. Shang-Chi notices the panic in your eyes and immediately hands back your sweater. He stares at his feet, “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I-I uhm, you great. Not that you only look good without a shirt. Y-You’re pretty with clothes too. Uhm, should I leave?”

“No, no! You’re okay” Well this was one way for him to see you. You glance around your office trying to find anything to wear. You rummage through the small coat closet, coming up empty handed. “Dammit I can’t find another shirt.”

“Here, you can take my shirt.” Before you can protest, Shang-Chi unbuttons his shirt and pulls the white long sleeve off his back. Your mouth waters at the sight of his toned back, eyes lingering on the inked compass in the center. He turns around to hand you his shirt, but you’re too focused on the happy trail that travels from his navel, down past the waistband of his jeans.

“T-Thanks, you didn-”

The office door swings open. “Hey are you guys alri-” Katy stops mid question, her eyes bouncing from you to Shang-Chi. “Were you guys...am I interrupting something?” Her amused grin

“No, she needed my shirt and I gave her-!”

“My arms got stuck, Shang-Chi had to pull-!”

You can tell by her amused grin you’re not going to hear the end of this. “No, no. Please don’t stop whatever this is,” Katy gestures between you and Shang-Chi, “I’ll let you two have some alone time.”

You can barely get a word in before Katy slams shut the door, most likely reporting to Xialing what she saw.

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A couple days have passed since the fiasco in your office. You wanted nothing more than the floor to swallow you from underneath. Katy and Xialing berated you with questions about why you and Shang-Chi were half naked.

“Are you guys secretly dating?”

“Were you trying to get it on while a crowd of people were in the other room?”

“When’s the wedding? Actually forget the wedding, are you guys making us aunties?”

The questions never stopped until you threatened to take away all access to baked goods.

Luckily the shop was only open for half the day. Which meant you could finally get around to decorating the bakery. You sent everyone home early to enjoy the Christmas Festival and the town center’s annual Christmas tree lighting. You’d love to be sipping on hot cider and admiring the lights, but this would be the only time you’d have to decorate before it got crazy.

Wanda was kind enough to donate some decorations she had leftover from her class. The box is filled with stringed popcorn, tinsel of every color, candy cane lights, snowman figurines, and so much more. On top of all of that, Shang-Chi had dropped off 3 large boxes of holiday knick knacks and trinkets. Your bakery looked like Santa’s workshop exploded here. God this was going to be a pain in ass to take down. Christmas music dances through the store as you dive head first into the mountains of decorations.

After 4 ½ hours of being caught in tinsel, nearly electrocuting yourself, and two cups of hot chocolate later, the bakery is transformed into a magical winter wonderland. The ruby and emerald ornaments glimmer against the twinkling lights. Clouds of cotton line the window stills where snowman figurines wave and greet passersby. The scent of snowy pinewood and cinnamon drifts in the air. And in the corner of your bakery, an inflatable Rudolph buzzes back and forth, it’s nose flashing red.

You lay the final touches of silver and gold tinsel along the display cases, a final bow placed on the register. The only thing left to hang was the mistletoe and what better place than right under the entry door of the shop. The ladder slightly wobbles as you step on and string mistletoe on the hook. Pleased with the placement, carefully you scale down when your foot misplaces. You brace yourself for impact, when nothing hits.

“You gotta be more careful Bunny. Can’t have you falling for me just yet.” Shang-Chi winks as he cradles your body close, faces only inches from each other.

“T-Thank you. What are you doing here by the way? The tree lighting is in ten minutes.” From the window you can see the giant Christmas tree, people bundled up and ready.

He shrugs, “Everyone but you is there and Katy said you’d be here. Thought I’d persuade you out for some fun.” His eyes shift around your bakery, a smile brewing when he spots the inflatable. “I love what…”

You don’t pay attention to anything else that comes out his mouth, too focus on the heat radiating from him. Relishing further into his chest, your eyes slowly start to flutter close. The combination of his warmth, hot drink from earlier, and ache in your bones, makes you want to sleep the rest of winter away.

“Hey pretty girl, you still with me?” Shang-Chi’s fingers graze your cheeks, a loving smile on his face.

He looks angelic with the light radiating behind his head.

“Mhm.” You stand a little straighter, arms still wrapped around one another. “If we leave now, we might be able to catch the tree lighting.” You try to untangle yourself from Shang-Chi, but his arms keep you close.

Shang-Chi doesn’t know where the sudden surge in his confidence comes from, but it’s now or never. He may not ever have an opportunity like this again; no distractions; no interruptions.

“I think you’re forgetting something.” Shang-Chi glances up at the mistletoe hanging above you two. “It's a holiday tradition, refusing it would bring bad luck.”

As cheesy as it is, you can’t help but giggle at the old tradition. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you, noses nudging. “Well who am I to break tradition?”

His lips brush against yours, delicately. It lingers enough for him to feel the warmth of your skin, and to inhale your scent. The moment is eternal, there’s no rush. Just you and Shang-Chi under the mistletoe. He kisses you softly at first. Then a sensual, hasty gradation of intensity that has you clinging to him, dizzy almost. Sensations you had never known were capable of feeling now rush through your body like ecstasy. Shang-Chi pulls away first, eyes locked onto another, both breathing deeply.

“I know Christmas only comes once a year, but...” The way you gaze at him makes him weak. He’s not sure how he’s not short circuiting or choking on his words. “The love I have for you comes only once in a lifetime.”

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