#( rooftop kisses as fireworks go off

[actual-changeling]

congratulations to @nightgoodomens for making me write the first ficlet of the year! this is so schmoopy and soft it almost makes me want to turn it super angsty instead—but i didn't, so enjoy the happiness while it lasts. inspired by this post.

you can also find it on ao3!

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"Amazing how they came up with this all on their own, isn't it?"

Crowley leans back and stretches his neck as far as it will go, losing himself not in the noise but the spaces between sparks, the stars no one can see but are there living and shining nevertheless.

They find themselves on a different rooftop every year, always close enough to see it all but far enough away to create their own bubble of shared joy. His coat is hanging open, the cold, smoke-saturated air rushing past him, and when he closes his eyes just for a second, he can pretend the fireworks exploding above him are galaxies being born; his creations, still right where he put them after all this time.

Next to him, Aziraphale hums quietly, knowing all too well that Crowley is not expecting a response—nor would he hear it if he were to give him one. Instead, he keeps his gaze on his face, tracing the lines of his profile as he carefully pulls off his gloves, finger by finger, before stuffing them into his pocket. He remembers, oh, he remembers, the innocent love he saw flowing through him back then, before time, before earth, before Mother became God became the Almighty.

Before all they loved was lost, one way or another. Then again, while defying all possible odds, they managed to find it once more, not just in each other but in humanity.

Another explosion showers them with sparks that will never reach their skin, and a bright shout of joy follows right after, Crowley's eyes impossibly wide.

"Beautiful," he whispers, and Aziraphale cannot stop himself from tentatively pressing their palms together.

Absently yet with deeply ingrained care, Crowley intertwines their hands, pulling him closer to point at a spot in the sky, and there is smoke on his lips and warmth in their bodies—the same heat, given freely, shared.

"If you go that way, do you know where you'll land?"

Shuffling towards him until he can rest his chin on Crowley's shoulder, he carefully lifts their joined hands to brush a kiss over his knuckles, still watching him, carving out a spot for his fire-lit face in his memory.

"Alpha Centauri," he replies softly, leaving another, almost imperceptible kiss on his cheek.

"Alpha Centauri," Crowley confirms, leaning their heads together, and for a while, the world is everything he ever wanted it to be.

[suemaelee]

♡New Years Fuck♡

-A quick little smutt, with Jk-

(spelling "Happy New Year" with his tongue)

You and Jungkook went to a New years party where all the other members were.

It was a beautiful building where you guys could watch a firework show when the countdown ended.

When you guys arrived, you greeted everyone.

"Stay close," Jungkook says. You give a nod, and with his hands on your waist, you guys continue greeting the members, family members, other K-pop idols, old friends, and actors. There were a lot of people. You did feel a bit overwhelmed, but he was there with you..

Jungkook knows that the crowd isn't your favorite place. Which is why he kept you so close to him.

(Later)

Five, four, three, two, One!!!

Standing at the big window of the building staring at the bombs of colors exploding in the air, Jungkook grabs on to you tightly and kisses you like it was the last time.

The sound of champagne caps popping, the bubble sounds in a wine glass, people laughing, the muffled sounds of people greeting each other a happy new year while their faces are barried in each others neck while hugging. The chaos. It felt amazing. It was like you were on cloud nine. Surrounded by the people you love... and him.

"Alright, break it up, you two, I want a hug now," Jimin says, while walking towards you with open arms. And just like that, a minute or twenty later, you wished about 86% of the people a happy new year.

At this point, you were no longer standing next to Jungkook. So you go and look around for him. In the corner of your eye, you see an elevator door closing and him inside going up. So you walk up to the elevator and wait. When it opens up, you go to the rooftop since the party was only the floor right beneath. Really, you can't go anywhere else if up is where you're going. When you get to the rooftop, you see him looking around like he's lost.

"What are you looking for?" You ask, walking up to him

"You," he says, laughing. "I came here to look for you"

He grabs on to your waist and gives you another kiss.

"I know this can be very overwhelming, so l thought, maybe you came up here for some fresh air," he says.

"You know me well," you give him another kiss. "But I saw you leaving and followed you up here"

"Stalker much," he jokingly says with a smirk on his face.

"Says the one who was looking for me"

"Yeah, well, then we both are." he leaves a couple of kisses on your neck.

"What are you doing?" you say while tugging on his blouse.

"You look so good tonight, baby," he says and continues kissing you. He grabs a hold of you ass with both of his hands, giving it a squeeze.

"Not here"

"Mmmmh, comon, no one will see us"

"You don't know that"

"Then let them see, its new year's. Let loose a little, " he says, trying to pull up your dress.

"No, babe, this is too risky"

He backs up. You fix your dress. "Fine, you're no fun"

He walks away.

"Excuse me? I'm lots of fun"

He sits down.

You walk over to him and stand right between his legs.

He grabs on to your thighs and runs his hands up and down them.

"Prove it"

"What"

"Prove to me that you're fun," he says, leaning back.

You think about it for a bit. But man, he looks so fine.

"Okay"

You grab a pillow from the couch and place it on the floor between his legs. You get down on your knees and start rubbing your hands along his chest, stomach, thighs and his by now rock hard cock.

You start to undo his pants, and he lifts up himself a bit to you can take them off along with his boxers.

You grab on to his dick.

He leans his head back and let's out a moan.

You start by kissing his dick slowly. Then, proceed to lick it from the bottom to the top. And then you wrap your lips around him and start to suck.

"Oh fuck baby" he grabs on to your hair.

You proceed, and he slowly starts to guide your head up and down. By now, he's basically trembling already.

"You like it ?" You ask, looking up at him.

" I fucking love it baby" he says.

You go faster, making him a moaning mess. You can already feel the hot precum starting to splurt in your mouth. But that's when he tells you to stop.

"Wait, wait, baby, please. I need to taste you"

He helps you up, and you lie back on the couch.

He pulls up your dress and pulls down your panties.

"I got you all wet, havent I? He says, getting on his knees, and at the same spot where you were at.

He kisses your stomach and pulls up your thighs to kiss them aswell.

The feeling of his warm lips and his freezing cold piercing your thighs make you go insane. He then leaves a couple of kissen on your clit and starts to lick you from your hole all the way back up. When he reaches your clit he then goes along in circles with his tongue and then gives your pussy some hard sucking. Toe curling legs shaking loud moaning and eyes rolling at this point.

He looks up at you and says " should I spell happy new your on your little clit? Would you like that baby?"

You look down at him with desprate eyes.

"Yes, please,"

He proceeds.

"H" "A" "P" "P" "Y" "N" "E" "W" "Y" "E" "A" "R".

"Oh god, I'm so close baby"

He stops. And before you can say anything, he gets on the couch, turns you horizontal so that you're lying back, and grabs on to your thighs tightly. He pulls himself closer to you and starts grinding himself into you. He bites his bottom lip and leans down for a quick makeup session.

Before you knew it, he plunged his hard dick into you while trying to go as deep as he could.

You let out a gasp along with him letting out a loud moan

"You're always so tight, baby,"

He then proceeds to pound into you. In and out. You can see how desperate he is. How much he needs you. Going faster and faster by the minute. You both lose control, and your hips start to move to meet his thrusts.

He stops again. Gets up and grabs you by the hands and brings you to the railing of the building. Where the air is crisp and the bombes of color still explode.

He leans you over the railing and starts to kiss down your back. He then proceeds to enter his dick inside, grabs on to your waist and and that's to pound into you. With one hand, he grabs a hold of you tit and starts to move even faster. It's so loud outside, but you can still hear him moaning and panting for air.

"I'm gonna cum baby" he says.

"Me too"

With a final thrust, you feel his hot cum pumping inside of you as you climax and shake on his dick.

He goes back and forth slowly, finishing inside of you. Letting out every single drop of cum he had left inside of him.

He puts his head on your shoulder, and you both catch your breath.

He pulls out, and you turn around to see him smiling at you.

"What"

" ...so sexy..." he says.

You grab onto his shoulders, and he pulls you in by the waist and kisses you. You kiss him back, of course.

"Happy new year baby" he says

"Happy new year love" you reply.

-To many more-

You both get dressed and head back to the party.

♡Fin♡

{Happy fucking new years my horny babes!!! 2024 we are going be even more delusional, try our best to not break down everyday and make lots of money and be the bad bitches we've always been times 1000. My last smutt got so much love so thankyou all so freaking much, I know this one is a little long but I hope it was worth your time♡ for everyone that supports me, I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU ARE MY FUCKIN SOULMATE. Happy new years love, stay safe and I'll see you all very soon again with more♡♡♡}

[alxtiny]

New Year’s Eve with Ateez

Masterlist

• Hongjoong

The clock slowly ticks down to midnight in the background, providing order to the chaos you and Hongjoong had unleashed on the small coffee table in the living room of your modest apartment. A bowl of your favourite snacks lay abandoned by the couch along with two matching cups that were once filled with warm coffee.

You both had decided to make a collage on New Year’s Eve, one that had all the best moments of your year displayed together. You had gathered all the pictures he took throughout the year. Each photo held a special memory, ones that you wished to never forget. A frame that could fit around twenty photos was found and purchased, several bottles of glue, pieces of cardboard and a couple of scissors lay scattered around the table.

Picking up a photo, Hongjoong smiles, reminiscing, "Remember this one? It was from our trip to that cat café in Seoul."

You nod, adding the photo to the collage, "Ah, and here's the one from my exclusive rooftop concert – such an unforgettable night.", you point towards a picture with you and all the boys in it, pure joy reflecting in all of your eyes.

Hongjoong says, "Oh and this one is from when we celebrated your birthday. You looked so happy and so beautiful."

You laugh, "And this one is from our impromptu beach day – remember how we were finding sand everywhere for weeks after that, but it was so much fun."

With each photo meticulously placed, the frame decorated with paper butterflies and fairy light, the collage was a run through the year. Glancing at the clock, as the final seconds of the year come to a close, Hongjoong smiled fondly at you, "It's been an amazing year. I would do it all again if i could."

You giggle and peck his lips as the clock strikes midnight, “With you, jagiya, every moment is amazing, I can’t wait to make another year just as memorable together."

You press yourself against Hongjoong, holding onto him tightly, happy that you’ve begun your year in the arms of your favourite person.

• Seonghwa

Seonghwa’s face lit up as you suggested watching the entire Star Wars franchise on New Year’s Eve. He went as far as getting matching Baby Yoda onesies for both of you. You spend most of the morning preparing fitting snacks for your movie marathon.

As the Star Wars saga unfolded on the screen, you could see the excitement in Seonghwa’s eyes. You set the bowls of food on the table in the centre and cuddled up into Seonghwa’s side, both of you draped in the fluffiest blanket you owned.

“Hmm, I haven’t watched this one,” you comment as Solo: A Star Wars story begins to play, Seonghwa chuckles in response, "I can't believe you've never seen this one before. This is such a masterpiece!"

You nudge him playfully, "Well, I was hoping to watch with you, you’re always so cute when you explain the lore." Seonghwa’s cheeks flush at your words as he turns his focus back to the tv

The clock inches closer to midnight and the room is filled with the sound of lightsabers clashing and the yelling of the occasional stormtrooper.

As the credits of the last movie roll, Seonghwa turns off the tv and sighs contentedly, leaning his head against the back of the couch, "Wahh, that was so fun!! You ready for the final countdown?"

You nod, "Absolutely."

As the clock strikes twelve, the room is illuminated with the glow of the fireworks going off outside, Seonghwa turns to you, eyes sparkling, and says, "Happy New Year."

You smile at him fondly opening your mouth to respond but before you can, you feel his soft lips on yours, you lean into him further, deepening the kiss. You pull away a few seconds later, your forehead resting against Seonghwa’s, who whispers out a small I love you and you echo back his words. The room fills with the echoes of fireworks, and the distant sound of people cheering to the new year, you feel the happiest out of all of them, starting off the year in your lover’s embrace.

• Yunho

As the New Year's Eve excitement fills the air, you and Yunho settle near the tv in his living room, dressed in your comfiest clothes, controllers in hand,ready to try out his customised Spider-Man PS5. The room is filled with the sounds of web shooters and yelling of npcs, and you find yourselves entirely engrossed in the musings of the friendly neighbourhood spider man.

Yunho grins, "This new suit is amazing! Watch me swing through the city."

You playfully tease, "Better not let any of your non existent mortal enemies get away."

You knew he’d been waiting ages to try out the game, you could practically see his puppy ears stand up in excitement as he opened the gift from Playstation some time ago. So when you suggested that since both of you were off on New Year’s Eve why not take this time to set up his PS5, to make it even better you gifted him the new spiderman game, of course now that it was so so tempting who was he to say no to your wishes.

The clock on the wall indicates the last few minutes of 2023 but you don’t notice as the intensity of the game increases. Yunho sits on the floor, back against the couch, and you relax between his legs, the controller in your hands.

Yunho chuckles, "This is the best way to spend New Year's Eve."

You nod, "Definitely."

The hour hand on the clock soon passes twelve and there’s a chime from Yunho’s phone, directing him to the change of the hour. Seeing you engrossed in the game, Yunho kisses the top of your head almost making your character get killed. You whine and turn around, meeting his gaze, and playfully peck his jaw, this time getting him flustered and pausing the game. “Happy New Year,” Yunho says with a glint in his eyes.

He grabs your face to pepper small kisses all over your face, finally stopping at his lips. You both burst into giggles, you lean into him and whisper “Happy New Year, yuyu” against his lips, finally closing in the distance and kissing him deeply, his hands going around your waist to hug you tightly.

• Yeosang

The crisp December air greets you and Yeosang as you embark on a skateboarding adventure on New Year’s Eve. Despite you telling him that winter was not the most perfect weather for skateboarding, all he did was give you big puppy dog eyes and pout at you for what seemed like hours, you finally relented the night before, you couldn’t say no to such a face for too long. Laughter fills the air as you navigate the streets, your skateboards occasionally slipping on the road, but you were enjoying nonetheless.

Yeosang flashes you a perfect grin, "See I told you it you be fun and to think we almost didn’t do this"

You chuckle, "Alright alright maybe you were right this time."

Going around the block a few times, you reach back to your house, out of breath with exertion. Yeosang lies down on the snow covered ground with a content smile on his face. Taking your chance, you hit him with a snowball.

He gasps out loud, “How could you!” he says standing up quickly and gathering snow in his hand to throw at you. You begin to run away , him chasing you around the yard with a huge snowball in his hands. Yeosang captures you in his arms, and playfully tickles you with you telling him to stop between fits of giggles.

Yeosang laughs, "Caught you!"

You take in a deep breath, "Okay, okay! You win!", he lets you go as you admit defeat.

Heading home, you both cuddle under warm blankets, reminiscing about the past year. Yeosang says softly, "So many great memories this year."

You smile, "I’m sure it only gets better from here."

As the sun sets and January 1st inches closer, Yeosang peppers sweet kisses on your forehead, "To another year together."

In the quiet moments that follow, you feel the comforting rhythm of Yeosang's heartbeat. His whispers and kisses become a lullaby, and you soon fall asleep, ushering in the new year with the warmth of his presence and the promise of countless shared moments ahead.

• San

To end the year, you and San came up with the wonderful idea of volunteering at a cat shelter. The nearest cat shelter in your vicinity hosted a fundraiser and open store for people to help out and maybe take home a few kitties. The air is filled with the soft purrs and playful antics of cats of all ages and sizes.

You watch as San, with stars in his eyes, takes his time getting to know all the cats that come near him. Although, one shy kitten, barely a few weeks old with white fur and few grey spots, captures your heart, as it attempts to come near but retreats to its enclosure after a few steps. You carefully go and pick it up, taking it to San.

You smile at San, "Sannie, what do you think about bringing this little one home as a New Year's gift for Byeol?"

San's eyes light up, "Can we? Really?"

“Mhmm, yeah I’m sure Byeol would appreciate having someone to play with when we’re not around, she seems lonely these days,” you reply.

San holds the kitten carefully in his hands, petting its head lightly, “ Let’s name her Dal, after the moon.” You agree with his idea.

With a small purple ribbon on Dal's head, you take the kitten home, where Byeol greets the new addition with curiosity and excitement.

Later, as midnight approaches, you, San, and the kitties make your way to the roof. The night sky above, filled with stars, serves as the perfect backdrop for the countdown.

San whispers, "I'm grateful for this little family."

You reply, "Me too."

As the clock strikes twelve, San kisses you, the warmth of the moment shared with the cats around you. San expresses, "Happy New Year, my love. Here's to more moments like these."

Under the moonlit sky, you and San welcome the new year with gratitude and love, surrounded by your furry companions.

• Mingi

Mingi’s recent fascination and liking towards various types of nail art amused you, so what better way to spend your day off on New Year’s Eve than to paint each other's nails. Of course, Mingi, who’d been wanting to try other designs but didn’t have the time to, eagerly agreed, and you both settled down with an array of colourful polishes.

You carefully paint Mingi's nails, adding tiny details that relate to ateez and obviously not missing his signature phrase, 'fix on,' that went on his index finger. He grins, impressed, "Wow, you're good at this! Let me also try.”

As Mingi offers to reciprocate, he struggles a bit, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and the tip of his tongue sticking out. You think of how cute he looks when he’s focusing.

He tries his best ultimately resulting in a slightly messy but endearing outcome. You look at your nails in awe surprised that he got it this good in the first try, "I love it, Mingi. A little more practice and I might never have to spend money on getting my nails done."

Mingi flusters at your compliment but then turns to compare both of your works and pouts, "Yours are way better."

You laugh and kiss his pout away, "I love it because it's you."

Putting away the nail polish after your nails dry, you both head to the balcony to countdown to midnight. The sky lights up with sparkles of the fireworks as the clock hits twelve. Mingi kisses you deeply, “Happy New Year, n/n.”

“Happy New Year, Mingi!! 2024 will be even better for us, I’m sure of it.” You reply enthusiastically, Mingi smiles at your words and pinches your cheeks, making you giggle and kiss his nose in return. When the laughter subsides, you look into the sky wishing for more and more new years to celebrate together.

• Wooyoung

The warmth of the oven and the sound of laughter filled the kitchen as you and Wooyoung busily prepared snacks for the New Year's Eve celebration. The countdown to 2024 was only a few hours away, and you wanted to welcome the new year with a delicious start.

A variety of sweet and savoury items lay scattered across the kitchen island and managed to reach till the small dining table outside. Wooyoung donning his ‘kiss the chef’ apron, floating through the kitchen, multitasking and meticulously checking and rechecking his delicacies. Everything had to be perfect so the year could have a perfect start as well. From gimbap to sugar cookies of different shapes and flavours, Wooyoung had set a challenge for himself this time.

As you mixed the ingredients for the icing, you couldn't help but notice bits of sauce and powdered sugar adorning Wooyoung's face, which he seems to not have noticed being immersed in the task at hand. Suppressing a giggle, you pointed at his cheek, "You've got a little something there, Wooyoung-ah."

He furrowed his brows, looking at you with confusion before realising what you meant. Instead of wiping it off, he grinned mischievously, grabbing a dollop of frosting and smearing it on your nose. You gasped in surprise, and he chuckled at your reaction.

"You seem to have a little something there too, n/n," he teased, his eyes sparkling with playfulness. You burst into laughter at his actions and shook your head before once again returning to decorating the cookies.

After finishing the snacks, Wooyoung packed some away in containers, ready to share the delicious treats with the ATEEZ members. He let out a big sigh and took a moment to appreciate the festive atmosphere. You chuckled, “You sound like you just finished an year worth of labour, Woo.”

“Didn’t I though,” he winked and passed a few plates of food to you.

With snacks in hand, you both moved to the living room, settling on the couch with a cosy blanket. The soft glow of fairy lights adorned the room as you cuddled up, savouring the warmth of each other's company.

As you indulged in the delightful snacks, Wooyoung's gaze softened. He noticed a few crumbs near your lips, and seizing the opportunity, he leaned in for a sweet kiss.

“Hmm, a little too sweet don’t you think,” he mused, leaning back in for another taste.

In the background, the first fireworks of 2024 began to light up the sky, signalling the arrival of the new year. You and Wooyoung pulled away from the kiss, smiling at each other as the colourful explosions mirrored the joy in your hearts.

"Happy New Year, Y/N," Wooyoung whispered, his voice filled with love.

"Happy New Year, Wooyoung," you replied, sealing the moment with another tender kiss, grateful for the sweet beginning of a new chapter in your lives.

• Jongho

Jongho and you had decided to spend this New Year's Eve in a cosy, intimate setting – just the two of you and a karaoke machine that you had bought recently.

As the sun set and the evening unfolded, the room filled with laughter and the sweet sound of your voices harmonising with the music. When it was Jongho's turn, his eyes gleamed with excitement. He selected "Everything," his solo from ATEEZ's latest album. The room fell silent as the first notes filled the air.

Jongho's powerful voice resonated through the room, capturing the essence of the song. You couldn't help but be mesmerised , your eyes fixed on him with an overwhelming sense of love. His gaze met yours at times, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes as he poured his heart into the lyrics.

When the final note lingered, the room held a moment of silence before erupting into applause. Jongho's cheeks flushed, and he shyly looked away.

"That was incredible, Jongho," you whispered, your voice filled with admiration. "You sing with so much passion and emotion. It's like you were singing just for me.”

Jongho's bashful smile widened, and he mumbled a shy "Thank you, and it was for you" as he pulled you into a warm embrace. The soft glow of the room and the fading echoes of applause created a peaceful atmosphere, as the two of you settled onto the couch.

As the clock approached midnight, you held each other close. The soft hum of distant fireworks and the warmth of Jongho's embrace enveloped you, creating a perfect moment to welcome the new year.

"Happy New Year, jagi," Jongho whispered, his voice carrying the weight of all the love he felt for you.

"Happy New Year," you replied, savouring the tranquillity of the moment. With the turn of the calendar, you and Jongho found the perfect way to start the new year.

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New Year's (Nonviolent Communication One-Shot)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x SpiderFemaleReader (colleagues to friends to lovers; currently in the friendship era, so no romance.) Summary: New Year's with your spidey friends and Miguel. Word Count: 7,526 Warnings: A little bittersweet at the beginning; Reader eats meat (sorry to my readers that don't consume meat; I just realized I've included so many meals throughout the fic with meat and never thought of nonmeat eaters); terms in Spanish are included but translations can be found at the end; some crying but they're happy tears; soft Miguel; fireworks Short A/N: This is a one-shot for my Nonviolent Communication fanfic but can be read as a standalone. Masterlist

Happy New Year!!

You close the door of your apartment, making sure it’s locked before you walk down the hallway. You make your way down the building, fixing the scarf you threw around your neck earlier since your city is experiencing strong winds today on top of low temperatures. You could’ve easily just stuck to swinging around the city for what you’re doing but you remember that it has been years, since your Peter died, that you’ve walked the streets of your own city on New Year’s Eve.

The two of you used to go out each year, holding hands amongst the crowd before you found your way to the center of the celebration, joining other citizens to welcome the new year. Peter always held you close, your back pressed to his chest to keep you warm as the two of you enjoyed the performances of artists. And then at midnight, you’d welcome the new year with a kiss and a “I love you.”

“Did you unplug the lights?” a feminine voice asks as you reach the lobby of your apartment building.

“No,” a second voice, a woman, replies.

“Girl, you know the landlord said to not leave the lights on for long periods of time because of a short circuit.”

“It’ll be fine,” the second voice responds.

You turn sideways as you hear the young women join you, coming from a different floor than yours. You face the front again, not paying attention to their discussion as you’re lost in your thoughts regarding the last New Year’s Eve you shared with Peter. It was so long ago, and you silently wonder, where did the time go? If you try hard enough, you can almost feel Peter’s lips against yours; so sweet, so tender, so gentle… So Peter.

At last, you exit the building with the young women behind you and go in a different direction than them. You fix the scarf once again, but this time closer to your neck as you immediately feel the chilly breeze on your skin. You walk the street, hands in your coat’s pockets as you move alone. The sun is already setting even though it’s early in the afternoon, and the streets are, as always, busy and filled with so much energy. As you walk past people, you take it all in, the realization hitting you more now. You’re walking the streets on New Year’s Eve again after years.

In the last few years, you went out to patrol, watching from rooftops in solitude. You managed to cut your friends off in a short amount of time following Peter’s death, so the first holidays without him were spent completely alone, and every year after that was the same. You never stayed out close to midnight, especially on New Year's Eve, for you couldn’t bear the sight of kissing couples. It hurt too much. Instead, you found yourself at home, settled in your once shared bed, alone. That’s the way it was, until last year, when the Morales family invited you to their building’s party and then found yourself once again in Miguel’s penthouse because Mr. and Mrs. Morales asked if you could take him food just like you had for Christmas Eve.

You head to your usual flower spot, picking up a variety of them before you head to your destination. When you reach the cemetery, you find other people, visiting loved ones one last time before the year ends. You find your parents’ graves and change their flowers from last week before you move to Aunt May’s, and at last, to your Peter’s. On one knee, you kneel on the cold and frozen ground after you move some snow away, and proceed to clean his grave like you did the others. You clear away snow and find last week’s flowers, frozen. You replace them with the fresh ones, arranging them nicely for him.

“Happy New Year’s Eve, Peter,” you whisper softly. You look around slowly, the figures of other people meeting your gaze before you return it to Peter’s grave. “So, last night when I was out on patrol, I heard one of the craziest things I’ve ever heard. I think it would’ve made you laugh…” you start as you talk to him like you always do, telling him about your patrolling. You always focus on the night shift because the nights are always the craziest. You tell him about what happened over the week, the universes you went to, the missions, the little moments between you and your friends, all of it.

By the time you’re done, the sky is fully dark. You sigh softly and look up, noticing that you’re alone at the cemetery now. You rub your cheek softly, feeling the coldness. The kneeling has created a cold and damp spot on your pants, allowing you to feel it on your skin. You can almost hear Peter telling you to stand up and go home, to shield yourself from the cold.

You smile softly as you hear his voice in your head. Sometimes you like to imagine that he sits in front of you or on his stone, smiling at you as he listens to you talk, maybe even adding his thoughts despite you being unable to hear them. You know better than to do that, but it used to bring you comfort in the first months after his death.

“I miss you,” you whisper. “I always do, Peter.”

You imagine Peter now, returning the words you’ve whispered.

“I miss you more, love.”

You smile in the darkness of the cemetery, the wind blowing against you, causing you to shiver.

“Go home, darling. It’s too cold. Go home, please.”

You stand up and pull your pants at the knee to relief yourself from the unpleasant cold sensation and sigh. “I do need to go home. As I’ve told you, I have plans,” you tell him with a smile. “I’m meeting with the group and then with Miguel. He insisted on cooking. Again,” you say with a soft chuckle. “I don’t know what he’s making but I just know it’s going to be amazing. He’s an amazing cook, Peter. I’ve already told you about it but he really is great... In many ways,” you state softly as you look down at your wrist, where your gizmo rests. Your fingertips touch it delicately.

“From what you’ve told me, he sounds like a great man, love.”

You smile softly and nod at no one, feeling an ache in your chest. You’re uncertain if it will ever truly fade.

“I love you, Peter,” you whisper pressing a kiss to your fingertips before pressing them to the gravestone. “I’ll always love you, no matter what.”

“I love you, darling. Forever. Never forget that.”

You straighten up and sigh again, feeling the winter breeze biting your skin. You pick up the frozen flowers that you’ve collected from all the graves to dispose of them appropriately and nod at Peter’s gravestone.

“Happy New Year, love. We’ll see what this new year brings, hm? I look forward to it. I know you’ll be there with me along the way.”

“Forever, darling.”

You nod once again before you head home, keeping an eye out for any threats but there seems to be nothing amiss. You return home and prepare your belongings. You baked some cakes for the party at Miles’s universe and one more on top of other sweets for when you head to Miguel’s.

You head to the first universe, where you spend close to two hours. As soon as you arrive, you're welcomed by Miles's neighbors who have grown to know you, or at least the version all the spider members agreed you'd play, Miles’s school mentor. You're eventually greeted by Miles and his parents and in a matter of minutes, you find yourself with a plate full of food and sitting under the water tower with all your friends. The ambiance is lively with outside twinkling lights hanging all across the rooftop. The scent of food fills the air and the building's DJ is keeping the mood light with their song choices. You have a great time, listening and talking with your friends about the year, recalling memories you've made over the three hundred and sixty-five days.

At last, you depart from the party, but not before giving each of your friends, including Mary Jane, Mayday, and Gayatri, a hug for the new year since you most likely won't see them until later tomorrow. You head back to your universe to pick up the last baked items and then head to Miguel's just on time.

You immediately find yourself in Miguel's living room. Music fills the air thanks to Miguel’s new record player that you gifted him just a few days ago for Christmas. The thought of him already using it so much warms your heart.

“Hey.”

You turn to the voice. Miguel. Your smile grows at the sight of him as he stands at the entrance of his living room, looking cozy as always in a beige turtleneck sweater. He gives you a soft smile with pink cheeks, probably from the heat of the kitchen since he cooked dinner.

“Hey, Happy New Year’s Eve,” you say.

“Happy New Year’s Eve. May I take that?” he asks, gesturing to your reusable bag with baked sweets.

You nod and walk closer to him, he meets you halfway and takes the bag from you gently.

“I baked a cake and a few other things. Also, Mr. and Mrs. Morales sent you food. I packed it in there as well. They wish you a Happy New Year,” you tell him, passing on the well wishes from the Morales family.

“Thank you for bringing it. I’ll be sending them a thank you card this week with Miles,” Miguel answers, still smiling.

He tells you to follow him as he leads the way to his kitchen and dining area, the scent of food immediately surrounding you. Like always, Miguel places your bag of baked sweets on the counter before he turns and gestures to your coat. He offers to help take it off, and you let him, finding some relief once it’s off. After hanging your coat, Miguel leads you to the stove to show you everything he’s cooked.

“Una taquiza,” Miguel says. “I cooked different meats like carne asada, chorizo, al pastor, and two more, **so we have options. I also made three different salsas, and of course there’s the toppings, like cilantro and diced onion, and a few other things.”

You smile at Miguel’s set up and tell him what kind of tacos you want. As always, Miguel serves you your food, asking you to take a seat once you tell what you want. He moves through the kitchen with ease as he prepares your food, talking quietly with you as music continues to fill the air. Not long after, the two of you sit side by side, enjoying delicious tacos topped with cilantro and diced onion and the salsas Miguel prepped, even with some grilled banana peppers and a glass with agua de Jamaica.

All throughout dinner, the two of you talk about the year and other things. You even share with Miguel that you visited your loved ones earlier, which leads Miguel to tell you about his own visit to Conchata and Gabriel’s resting place. Noticing the look on his face, probably about Gabriella, you change the subject to the record player, which instantly lights up his eyes.

“I’ve ordered more records,” he says, as the two of you head to the living room, after taking care of dishes. “I got you a few that I remembered you like as well. They’ll be arriving in a few days.”

You glance at him, smiling softly. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he says quietly, hands in his pockets as the two of you stand in front of the record player.

“Thank you,” you answer, equally quiet.

“Always.”

You sigh softly as you listen to the music. It’s a record from your universe that you gifted Miguel so he could start his own collection. The two of you hang out in his living room, listening to music as Miguel tells you about the records he bought. You can’t help but smile as you see his excitement about them, making you feel more than satisfied with your decision to gift Miguel his own record player.

An hour later, the two of you sit in his living room. You’re each on one of his couches, the music still playing, yet it’s a different record now. The fireplace is on and outside, the citizens of Nueva York are already setting off fireworks. For a few seconds, you both stay quiet, listening to the music and fireworks until Miguel breaks the silence.

“What if…” Miguel starts, thinking about something that’s been on his mind.

You look at him, wondering what he’s going to say.

“What if… we go to Miles’s universe?” he asks quietly, meeting your gaze. “So, we can be with them as the new year starts.”

You stare at him, blinking softly as you realize he said “we” not “you” meaning…

“You want to…?” you start but trail off, trying to confirm that you’re understanding what he’s saying.

Miguel continues to hold your gaze with a soft smile on his face. “We can find a nearby rooftop…”

“One that’s empty so we don’t attract attention,” you finish, smiling.

“Yes. Do you want to?”

You nod, smiling. “If you’re up to it, yes but - please don’t feel pressured to if you’re not comfortable with it.”

Miguel shakes his head. “Last year you didn’t get to exactly see them as the new year started. You were here with me. I know how much they mean to you, and how much you mean to them. I don’t want you to… choose,” Miguel explains. “As long as it’s an empty rooftop, I’ll be fine. Promise,” he adds to reassure you as he notices your concern.

“Okay, but if at any point you don’t feel like it any more, please don’t hesitate to tell me and we can come back,” you reply softly.

“Will do,” he tells you with a soft smile.

“Alright, but you want to bundle up. It’s freezing. Go on and put more layers,” you tell him.

Miguel continues to smile, finding your concern for him regarding the weather sweet. “Alright, I’ll be right back,” he says before he heads upstairs to his bedroom. He quickly goes through his closet, finding a coat that he slips on in seconds. He grabs a scarf and throws it around his neck before he grabs the mittens you gifted him just a few day ago. In a minute, he’s on his way back downstairs.

You turn from a window just as he steps back into the living room. You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away at the sight of him in a coat. For some reason, the sight makes you feel something you can’t quite pinpoint in the moment but you brush it off. Your eyes move to the mittens, the ones you gifted him a few days ago, in one of his hands before he leads the two of you back to the kitchen where he places the mittens on the counter. He walks towards the cupboards.

“I just thought that we could use something to keep us warm,” he says as he pulls out two thermos.

You raise an eyebrow in curiosity before you watch him open a pot that’s been sitting at the back of his stove, one that he didn’t open earlier. You smile as you guess what’s inside, and sure enough, Miguel confirms your suspicions as he begins to pour café de olla into one thermos before moving to the next one. He turns around to face you, holding the two thermos now.

“Ready?” he asks as he hands you one before he grabs his mittens with his free hand now.

“Ready,” you reply as you hold your thermos, already wearing your coat and your other accessories since you put everything back on while he went upstairs.

The two of you head back to his living room where Miguel opens a multidimensional portal to Miles’s universe. In a matter of seconds, you’re both standing on an empty rooftop. You lead the way to Miles’s building, knowing your way around more than Miguel does. You swing from rooftop to rooftop, with Miguel behind. He follows you closely, grinning to himself as you sneak past rooftops with people having their own parties until at last, you stop on the closest empty rooftop to Miles’s building.

The two of you stand side by side, looking across to where your group of friends are. As always, they’re hanging out by the water tower, away from the crowd to avoid raising suspicions, especially with Noir and Spider-Ham. You wait a few seconds before you notice their spidey senses go off, causing them to turn towards Miguel and you. You wave at them as they stare back with shocked faces. You grin as you realize the reason, turning to look at Miguel, who stares at them as he holds his thermos. His face is relaxed. There’s no smile or grin but there’s also no glare.

“Miguel… If you-” you stop when Miguel turns to look at you.

“It’s alright… I’m alright, don’t worry. I’m just thinking about how it’s actually really cold. Are you okay with your coat?” he asks, glancing at your attire with concern in his eyes.

“Oh, yes. I’m okay, don’t worry,” you reassure him just as you notice your friends swing towards the rooftop you’re on.

“Well… this is a surprise,” Peter B. says as he places Mary Jane down, who nods while holding Mayday.

“A big surprise,” Pav adds, as he lands with Gayatri.

The rest of the group lands on the rooftop, staring at Miguel and you like you’ve grown an extra head. You give them a subtle look, asking them not to stare because you don’t want Miguel to feel uncomfortable or overwhelm when he’s trying. Thankfully, your friends catch your drift, hiding their surprise as they begin to greet the two of you.

“You guys hungry? There’s still so much food left, we could all probably eat seconds,” Miles says offering.

“Is there still some of that flan left?” you ask with shiny eyes, which Miguel notices.

“Yeah! I can bring you guys some food. To be honest, I feel kind of hungry myself,” Miles says with a little frown.

“You know… Me, too,” Noir replies.

“We’ll get some food, then” Miles says. “Be right back.”

You watch as Miles, Hobie, Margo, and Gwen swing back to the other rooftop. You watch in amusement as you see webs flying around, gathering food.

“And no one notices,” Miguel says amused as he notices the webs, too.

“Everyone is too busy talking,” you murmur softly, turning around as Noir and Spider-Ham approach Miguel.

“Nice mittens,” Noir tells Miguel. “Helpful for a piercing, cold night like this.”

“This kind of weather takes me back to when…” Spider-Ham begins, sharing some story from his universe with Noir and Miguel as you’re suddenly but gently pulled backwards.

“Um, hi?” you say as you find Mary Jane and Peter B., each holding on to one of your arms and tugging you away from Miguel.

“So…” Mary Jane starts, holding Mayday, who also seems to be staring at you with curiosity.

“So?” you repeat, sounding more like a question.

“How did you do it?” Peter B. asks.

“Did what?” you ask confused once they stop pulling you. You look around them to see Miguel. His back is to you as Spider-Ham is still talking. Noir gives you a quick glance before he turns his attention back to Porker. You suddenly feel like this is some little plan.

“How did you get Miguel to agree to attend? He never likes to go to anything, even HQ events,” Peter B. says, confused.

“I… Didn’t. He offered.”

“Oh,” Mary Jane simply says.

“What?” Peter B. says.

Mayday laughs in Mary Jane’s arms.

“Are you guys okay?” you ask.

“We’re perfectly fine,” Mary Jane says with a glance to Peter.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Just… chatting,” he replies.

“Right…” you answer, giving them each a glance.

You turn to Mary Jane as she’s called over by Gwen, who has returned to the rooftop with some food. She heads over, carrying Mayday away and leaving you with Peter B. alone. You raise an eyebrow as he stares at you. He shakes his head and smiles, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“Kid… I don’t know how you did it but… I’m glad,” he says as the two of you stare at Miguel. He’s still caught up with Noir and Spider-Ham, but seems to feel the gazes because he looks over his shoulder. His eyebrows furrow as he realizes you’re not near him anymore. Peter looks away, trying to hide the fact that he was staring. You, however, continue to stare back at Miguel. He meets your gaze before his eyes, subtly and without your knowledge, follow Peter’s arm around your shoulder. He gives you a slight nod before turning back to Noir and Porker.

“He offered. I didn't ask him,” you tell Peter B. quietly once Miguel has turned his attention back to the two men.

Peter nods, smiling. “He's… I'm just really happy for him and for you.”

You smile at him, remembering his talk from Thanksgiving, when he told you that he was happy you and Miguel were moving forward and had each other after being closed off and distanced from others for so long.

“Thank you,” you whisper and he nods.

“I just hope… You know what this means. It’s a big step for Miguel, Y/N. A very big one. And I’m so proud of him. And of you. The two of you have come so far and - ugh, I’m growing sentimental, aren’t I?” he asks with a soft groan. “I already had to stop myself earlier, just thinking about another year passing and Mayday growing up too fast for my liking but I just - I’m proud of Miguel, you, and all of us. And, I feel good about the future. About this new year, you know? I think we’re going to be okay,” he says as the two of you watch the other spiderlings swing back to the rooftop. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“I have a good feeling, too,” you answer before you repeat his words. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“Hey! I got the flan!” Miles says, waving you and Peter B. over.

You chuckle and nudge Peter B.. “C’mon, your favorite. You better hurry up before I eat it all.”

“I’ve already eaten two slices, I don’t think I can - or should - eat another one,” he replies with a frown.

“More for me,” you answer as the two of you head over to the group where food is being passed out.

You end up taking a seat on the edge of the rooftop with a plate on your lap. Once settled, you gesture to Miguel to join you and wait for him, shivering slightly as a cold breeze hits you. You’re surprised when you feel something being wrapped around your neck before the fabric rolls down your front - a scarf, Miguel’s to be specific. You look up at him as he takes a seat next to you, opting to sit on the side from which the breeze is coming from, and not by accident. Miguel purposely chooses this side to shield you from the breeze with his own frame.

“Your scarf,” you tell him quietly as you hear your friends talking in the back, though you pay no attention.

“You’re cold,” Miguel simply answers as he brings a piece of flan to his mouth with a fork, avoiding your gaze.

You nod. “If you need it back, please let me know.”

He turns to look at you again, nodding. “This flan is amazing. No wonder Peter had two slices.”

You chuckle as you bring your own fork to your mouth but stop halfway as Miguel’s words truly sink in about Peter and the flan. Did Miguel hear what Peter and you were talking about previously? You look over at him but his face reveals nothing.

All your friends end up sitting on the edge of the rooftop to eat, joining Miguel and you. You notice Miles sits on Miguel’s other side, keeping enough distance to respect his tío’s boundaries. You look at yourself, realizing you’re too close to him, so you subtly shift over, moving closer to Margo, who raises an eyebrow at you. You shrug and keep eating as someone says there’s only forty minutes left before the new year.

As you eat, your friends share funny things that have happened so far after you left the party earlier with Miguel and you. You’re so engrossed in the conversation that you don’t even notice it until you bring your arm down from eating that Miguel seems to have moved closer to you. It becomes clear when you brush arms with him. You keep your gaze on the party scene, listening to the music the DJ is playing for the night. Your face reveals nothing but you’re silently thinking about Miguel’s scarf wrapped around your neck, the warmth from him being near, and how he’s blocking the cold breeze with his body, which makes you wonder if he did it on purpose. You realize, he did.

Your attention is redirected when you spot Mr. and Mrs. Morales from across the rooftop, waving at all of you. You greet them with a smile and a wave before looking sideways, finding Miguel giving a wave of his own and a nod of appreciation before he turns to Miles.

“Please give my gratitude to your parents for the invitation and the amazing food, mijo.”

“I- I will, tío. Thank you. I can already tell you they’re happy you’re here,” Miles replies gently.

Miguel gives Miles a nod, a hint of a smile on his lips that leaves Miles with wide eyes.

You turn away and continue to eat, smiling to yourself.

“I think I’m going to grab another slice of flan,” Miguel mutters to you.

“I think - I probably shouldn’t. I’ve eaten way too much sugar today and I’m going to pay for it later when I can’t sleep,” you reply with a grin.

“Well, you have the day off tomorrow, so you can stay up without any worries,” he replies, meeting your gaze. “I’m probably going to stay up late, too, so...” Miguel trails off.

“Staying up on nights like these is fun, especially with… amazing people.”

“I think so, too,” he replies, giving you a soft grin.

Caught up in your own little world, neither of you notice Miles’s parents still watching from across the rooftop, with a smile on their faces.

“Mira, she did it,” Mrs. Morales says with a soft smile as they watch you and Miguel sitting side by side, talking like nothing, even noticing the small grin the leader and founder of the Spider Society gives you. “I told you,” she adds, as they turn around to head back to the party.

“Well, we’re yet to see it fully happen” Mr. Morales responds.

“Con esas miradas… Jeff, be honest here,” she replies, eliciting a laugh from Mr. Morales before he pulls her closer.

“Time will tell, mi amor.”

Shortly after, you look at the time on your gizmo. There’s only twenty minutes left until the new year. You sigh softly as you look down at the next building. You decided to climb up to the next rooftop just for a few moments, especially when Miguel was approached by Spider-Ham again, apparently he didn’t finish his story earlier. You smile and shake your head as you notice Miguel’s eyebrows creased in concentration, looking down at Porker as the latter tells his story.

You look up at the sky, knowing that in a little while, it will be lit up by fireworks, welcoming the new year. You pull your coat closer, trying to shield yourself from the wind as you reflect on the year. It’s your first full year in the Spider Society and only the second year that you’ve spent with friends, with family, after being alone for three years following the death of your Peter, who was the last bit of family you had in your universe. You glance down at your friends, hearing their laughter and chatter as they move about the rooftop and before you know it, tears spill down your eyes.

You quickly wipe them away but more roll down your cheeks, making you turn away to prevent anyone from seeing you. However, a pair of red eyes have been looking after you from the moment you left the rooftop and they immediately notice your tears.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you - do you mind if I just - I need to check something,” Miguel says to Porker. “I’m sorry,” he adds as he’s already heading towards the wall, climbing it within seconds using his webs. He finds you on the other side of the rooftop, your head hanging low. “Y/N?” he says softly, approaching you.

You turn sideways and quickly clean your tears. “Hey, I’m just…” you manage to say. “I think this wind got to me, that’s all.”

Miguel frowns, walking closer to you. “Y/N…”

“I’m okay, Miguel,” you reply softly as you finish wiping your tears, turning to face him at last. You give him a small smile, eyes a little red.

The sight makes Miguel’s heart ache. He’s not okay seeing you like this and it shows on his face as his frown deepens.

“They’re happy tears, I promise,” you say at last. You walk over to the other side, looking down at your friends again. “I was just thinking about… All those years I was alone,” you whisper so softly, your tone carrying some sadness.

The sight of your teary eyes and the sound of your voice makes Miguel wish he could take your sadness away and make it his own.

“I went from having my little family and friends to having no one, and I’m to blame for that. I pushed my friends away, hoping that they’d be safer away from me. I don’t regret my decision but… I won’t lie. Some days felt… Some days were not great but now I have this,” you say pointing down at your friends. You turn to look at him. “I have…”

Miguel holds your gaze, his face expression softening. He gives you a nod, knowing that you’re deciding whether or not to say what you want to say and encouraging you to.

“I have you. I have all of you in my life and I’m so - thankful for it,” you reply with a smile as a few more tears roll down your face. “I’m sorry - I don’t know what got into me,” you apologize, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“Don’t apologize,” Miguel whispers as his hands balled into fists. He can’t stand the sight of you crying, even if it’s “happy tears” as you said. He wishes he could reach over and dry them with his hands. “It’s okay… It’s understandable,” Miguel says softly, understanding what you’re going through for he was thinking about it earlier. This year has been so different, so much better than previous years have because he’s had you by his side and the others when he has let them. “They’re…”

“A little family,” you answer and Miguel nods, smiling softly.

A little family. One that neither of you ever expected to have but you do.

“I’m sorry. I guess - I’m feeling a little sentimental especially after going to visit my loved ones,” you say, wiping some tears away and turning to face your friends below.

“It’s okay…” Miguel reassures you, stepping closer as you keep your gaze on the next rooftop.

You nod, trying to blink out the last tears. You don’t want to make Miguel uncomfortable nor dampen the festive mood, even if you’re not sad but just filled with gratitude for the amazing people you have in your life. Your thoughts are interrupted and you’re filled with surprise once again when you feel soft fabric pressed to one of your cheeks.

Miguel stands near you, looking at you with a soft expression on his face. He tried to fight it but in the end, his need to comfort you won over. Now, he gently dabs his scarf, the one still wrapped around your neck, over your cheeks to dry them.

You stand still, frozen by the act, as this is the most intimate gesture Miguel has ever done for you. You feel the softness of the fabric, and how gentle he dabs your skin with it. Even though there’s no skin-to-skin contact, you’re silently overwhelmed by the gesture - by the milestone - Miguel has reached just minutes before the new year arrives.

Noticing your cheeks are dry now, Miguel lets go of the scarf, letting it fall against your coat once again. He takes a step back, avoiding your gaze.

“I…” he starts.

“Thank you, Miguel,” you whisper softly, offering him a small smile of gratitude.

Miguel nods before his red eyes meet yours. You can’t help but notice his red cheeks, and wonder if it’s from the weather or from something else.

“Always,” he replies gently, giving you a soft smile.

“Mayday, this is how you throw a snowball, sweetie. See?” you hear Peter B.’s voice. “Now your turn. You grab it like this and - wait! Look out!”

You turn just as you see a snowball heading your way, straight to your face. You lift your hand to cover yourself but the snowball never hits your hand. Instead, it hits Miguel’s hand because he placed it on front of yours to shield you.

“Peter,” Miguel says, looking down at him.

“I’m sorry - I was trying to teach Mayday but man - she’s got a throw, doesn’t she?” Peter replies with a grin before he laughs, picking up Mayday over his head.

You laugh softly and shake your head. “She’s already so strong. Imagine in a few more years,” you say.

Miguel turns to you, happy to hear you laugh. He smiles. “It’s going to be interesting but… we’ll be there to help out with her. She’ll have great mentors,” he says as he notices Peter offering Mayday to Hobie to carry. The younger Spider-Man accepts, giving her a little salute.

You grin. “That’s true.”

“You guys coming down from up there or?” Hobie asks, glancing at the two of you.

You share a glance with Miguel before you both jump down, joining the group again.

“Five minutes left!!” Gwen announces as she pulls out little hats and glasses with different years printed on them.

“It’s the 2020s here. I forgot,” someone says.

Miguel raises an eyebrow at this. You turn as you hear Margo realize it’s the 2020s in Miles’s universe.

“You’re going to get to celebrate the 2020s,” you tell Miguel, since the 2020s in his universe took place decades ago before he was even born.

“That’s… true,” Miguel answers, realizing it as Gwen passes out hats and glasses with everyone’s year printed on it. He hesitantly accepts his from Gwen before she moves to you, handing you your designated year. You thank her and place the hat on your head, saving the glasses for later.

You look around as everyone puts on their little hats and glasses, finding Peter and Mary Jane fixing Mayday’s but she keeps taking it off. You smile in amusement before turning away to look across the rooftop, to Miles’s building. You can feel the energy change as everyone starts gathering in a group. Someone calls out the time over the the music, which is still lively. You sigh softly. Another year has come and gone but you’re excited about it. You weren’t lying to Peter B. earlier when you told him you have a good feeling about the new year.

Everything is going to be okay.

“Two minutes!” someone says.

You glance at Miguel. He’s still holding his hat and glasses in one hand, staring at the rooftop with Miles’s family and neighbors. There’s a thoughtful look on his face as he silently recalls years when his childhood home hosted large gatherings like this one. He also thinks about the one New Year’s he spent with Gabriella. She was so excited about the fireworks, tugging his sweater for him to look, much like his brother Gabriel did when they were kids. He sighs softly and turns his gaze to you.

“One minute,” Miles says just as everyone gathers around Miguel and you.

You smile at Miguel and give him a little nod as your friends start counting down out loud. He looks at your little hat, grinning softly at the sight.

“Thirty.”

“Twenty-nine.”

“Twenty-eight.”

“Twenty-seven.”

“Twenty-six.”

“Twenty-five.”

“Ah, man. She keeps taking it off, Mary Jane,” Peter complains softly from somewhere.

“We should just leave it,” MJ responds.

You glance back, noticing Mayday in Mary Jane’s arms as she plays around with the glasses. Peter B. holds on to her hat, giving up on trying to place it on her head.

“Fifteen.”

“Fourteen.”

“Thirteen.”

“Twelve.”

“Eleven.”

“Ten.”

You turn back to the front, waiting for the fireworks to illuminate the night sky.

“Mayday!” Mary Jane calls out before you sense something coming your way thanks to your spidey senses.

“Seven.”

You turn and catch Mayday just in time, causing her to laugh. You laugh softy before she flies out of your arms and towards Miguel, climbing up his torso to his shoulders. Miguel looks equally surprised but ready to catch her just in case she falls.

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One! Happy New Year!”

You hear your friends and Miles’s neighbors and family yell just as Mayday slides a pair of glasses on Miguel’s face with the year “2024” on them. She doesn’t do too well of a job, making the glasses dangle from one of his ears. Muffled laughter fills your ears and when you glance around, you find your friends trying not to laugh as Miguel stands there with the standard new year’s eve glasses hanging from only one of his ears while Mayday sits on his head, giggling at the fireworks.

Miguel raises an eyebrow that sends everyone to the edge of the rooftop, pretending that they’re no longer laughing at the sight. You, however, don’t hide your smile even when Miguel turns to face you. Seeing your smile, Miguel’s own lips twitch into a grin.

“Smile!” a voice says out of nowhere. “Got it!”

You turn and find Lyla, floating in midair just a few feet away from the three of you. She very quickly displays the photo, showing Miguel and you smiling at each other with Mayday on his head and the 2024 glasses danging from his face.

“Lyla,” Miguel says, shaking his head.

“The first picture of the year, Miguel! For my new photo album. Happy New Year!” she calls out to everyone, appearing in front of your friends and quickly snapping some photos before she disappears. At the same time, Mayday swings away towards her father’s arms, who quickly wraps his arms around her in a protective embrace.

“She said new photo album. I haven’t found the other one,” Miguel says as he finally slides the glasses off, shaking his head softly, yet there’s some amusement in his voice.

“I’m sure one day she’s going to show it to you. Knowing her,” you reply with a chuckle and he nods, agreeing.

“You’re not wrong… Happy New Year, Y/N,” he says quietly to you as your friends are all hugging now, with a soft smile on his face for your eyes only.

“Happy New Year, Miguel,” you reply, smiling. “I wish you a wonderful year.”

“I wish you a wonderful year, too,” he answers before you receive the first hug from Gwen and Margo.

Miguel watches as you’re hugged one by one by your friends. The gang knows Miguel is not open to physical touch, yet, so they stick to wishing him a happy new year verbally.

A few minutes later, with everyone back on Miles’s rooftop to meet Mr. and Mrs. Morales, Miguel and you stand side by side watching Peter B., Mary Jane, and Mayday, who are in front of the two of you. The Parker's point at the sky for Mayday, showing her the fireworks. You smile at the sight, distracted by it.

“Your thermos,” Miguel says, taking your attention from them.

You turn to accept it, remembering the thermos just now since you placed it on the ground at some point during the night to free your hands. You smile as you reach for it with your gloved hands, careful not to drop it or touch Miguel’s hand out of respect for his boundaries regarding physical touch. You notice he has his mitten off on this hand, probably storing it in his coat’s pockets. As you reach for the thermos and slowly wrap your hand around it, you feel it. Despite your precaution to not touch him, you feel Miguel’s pinky wrap around yours softly. He gives your pinky a gentle squeeze before he releases it, letting you fully grasp the thermos and retrieving his hand once he feels you have a good grip of it. He looks down and retrieves his mitten, sliding it on again before he grabs his own thermos from the ground.

You turn to the fireworks, smiling softly to yourself as you think about Miguel’s gesture. You suppose this was his New Year’s “hug.”

“Happy New Year, Y/N,” he says softly.

“Happy New Year, Miguel,” you reply as the two of you continue to watch the fireworks in Miles’s universe for a while longer before you both return to Nueva York.

And just like Miguel said, he stayed up the whole night, with you keeping him company in his living room, and the record player playing soft music. **More café de olla was drank and more of your baked sweets were eaten as the hours went by in his dimension.

You don’t return to your own universe until after you have breakfast with Miguel, due to his invitation. When you return home, you make your way to your bedroom and hang up your coat. You change into fresh clothes and are thinking about taking a short nap as you start putting your gloves and scarf away. It’s then that you realize that you still have Miguel’s scarf. You forgot to give it to him when the two of you returned to his universe. You hold it in your hands, appreciating the softness of it before you tentatively pull it closer to your face, his scent filling your lungs. You put it on your bed and shake your head at yourself in disbelief before you enter your bathroom to freshen up.

At last, you climb into bed and set up an alarm even though it’s still morning. When you pull the covers, you accidentally pull the scarf, too, but instead of putting it away, you pull it closer before you settle down. You fall asleep shortly after, softly inhaling Miguel’s scent from his scarf. 🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆

Translations: Una taquiza - this is a like a taco buffet; the main dish are tacos and you can choose whatever meat and toppings you want Carne asada -grilled meat, usually beef Chorizo - pork sausage Al pastor - marinated pork meat; Agua de Jamaica - hibiscus tea café de olla - coffee made from a pot Flan - a dessert; custard topped with caramel tío - uncle mijo - literally means "my son" but is used as an endearment term friends, too Mira - Look Con esas miradas - With those gazes mi amor - my love _________

Posting this at around 10pm on my time, just before the new year. Wasn't planning on writing this but here we are! This is officially my last writing piece of the year. Just wanted to say thank you for all the support and love for Nonviolent Communication. I never expected for it to get this much support and love, so THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! It truly means a lot to me and it has been amazing having the opportunity to write especially for a character I've grown really fond of. I also want to thank all the amazing readers that have created fanart for the story. I just saw someone posted a new one and I'm SO HAPPY AND THANKFUL FOR IT <<<<<<3. I will get to it in a bit as I'm getting ready to hang out with my family but just wow. 🥺 I'm so honored and grateful for every single piece of fanart that has been made. If you haven't already, please go and check it out and show some support to the artists. You can find the fanart here! THANK YOU AGAIN!!

Also, thank you for the lovely asks and comments. I always enjoy reading and responding to them!!

Thank you for everything and I'll be back with part 12 very soon. I wish you all a Happy New Year, filled with all positive things!!! ❤️

-Alondra

[yourmidnightlover]

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: readers never had a new years kiss and xavier wants to change that. (VERY SHORT and sweet :)

warnings: a kiss? i think that’s literally it. it’s so short but i wanted to get this out of my system for the new year

a/n: a teensy tiny little blurb about new years. definitely mostly just abt the new years kiss w xavier and reader

can we also just imagine if you were the one kissing him like this?!??!?

you had never had a new years kiss, learning to not even expect one as each year came to a close with the promise of a new beginning.

sure, you had flings and small romances, but none of them were serious enough or stuck around long enough to be that special kiss to kick off the new year with.

this was no different as your friends from nevermore gathered on the rooftop of tallest tower in the building. it was intimate, only involving you, enid, wednesday, ajax, yoko, bianca, kent, and xavier.

everyone knew enid and wednesday would seal the deal of the new year by each others side. ajax had yoko, bianca and kent would merely hug as friends, and you assumed xavier wanted to do the same with you.

“y/n,” xavier waltzed your way as the clicked showed one minute on everyone’s watches. “i was wondering…” his voice was wavering, nerves clearly getting to him.

“xavier?” you turned to face him weather than the beautiful starry sky. “you alright? if you don’t wanna hug or anything it’s fine, i-“

“it’s not that,” he assured you as he reached to hold both of your hands. “i wanted to do more, actually. would you mind if i-if we-“

you were interrupted by the infamous countdown of the night, everyone’s voice joining in unison. “10…9…8…”

xavier still hadn’t finished asking whatever he was going to ask or say. but, you brought your hands to his shoulders as you began to join in counting.

“5…4…3…2…”

before you could get to one, xavier’s hands went to cup your cheek and waist. now, you’ve been kissed enough to know when someone’s about to kiss you, and you were overjoyed by this. he leaned down to connect your lips, which were smiling.

one of your hands went to hold his that was holding your face, the other cupping his neck right below his ear. as much as you loved how often this guy made you smile, you really hated that it was nearly ruining the kiss.

regardless, you couldn’t help the little groan of excitement that left your throat. with a chuckle, xavier reluctantly pulled back, connecting your foreheads to one another.

“happy new year,” he now pressed a kiss to your forehead before resting his there once again. his breath was minty as if fanned over your face.

“quite the happy new year, indeed,” you nodded as you swung both arms around his neck. “is that what you were so scared to ask me about? to be your new years kiss?”

“well, i don’t want it to just be a new years kiss,” he shrugged as you somehow ignored the fireworks going off all around you in the sky. “i want this to be real with us. i’ve always wanted that.”

“i would love nothing more than to spend the rest of this new year with you.”

[hearts4hughes]

caught | jack hughes

lake house summers au

a/n: this took me forever to write for no reason at all. is it narcissistic that i’m falling in love with my own au? probably but idrc. enjoy!

tags: @sweetestdesire @hughesluv @michaelrikas @spideyy @longlivehughes

it had been two weeks since the ‘confession’ between you and jack. also meaning, it had been two weeks of trying to keep your relationship a secret together. it wasn’t some ‘forbidden love’ that no one could know about. it was simply just a beautiful secret that binds you together. the thrill of keeping your relationship a secret adds an extra layer of excitement, intensifying the bond you share.

every stolen glance, every brush of your fingertips sends sparks coursing through your veins. but as much as you long to shout your love from the rooftops, you both understand the necessity of keeping it hidden.

you navigate the treacherous territory of keeping your relationship a secret with care and precision. your friends and family remain blissfully unaware of the love that blossoms between you and jack.

the sun dances upon the calm waters, and laughter echoes through the air as you all gather on the deck, soaking up the idyllic surroundings. you and Jack exchange knowing glances- as well as interesting texts.

as the afternoon unfolds, games and laughter fill the air. the tension between you both grows with every stolen touch and meaningful glance, yearning for a moment when you can freely express your love.

“y/n, can you go grab me some beer?” trevor asked, laying sprawled out across the pool chair. “thank you,” he answered himself before you even got the chance to open your mouth. usually, you would’ve argued with him. telling him you weren’t his maid and that he’s a grown man who can do things himself; however, this sparked a chance for you and jack to get some alone time.

your gaze quickly found jack’s. he read you like a book, figuring out exactly what you were thinking without you articulating it. huffing, you got up and began making your way to the kitchen.

“i’ll help you.” jack suggested and shot to his feet. he sent you a quick wink as his back was fully turned to everyone else. he almost even wrapped his hand around your waist but stopped himself before he did.

“it’s only one beer, i think she’s fine-”

“shut up trevor, he’s just trying to be nice!” you snapped, causing trevor to scrunch his nose in annoyance and stick his tongue out at you. you flipped him off in response.

as soon as you get into the privacy of the kitchen, jack grabs your waist, pushing you against the counter, and bringing you into a passionate kiss. the moment, filled with tenderness and affection, catches you off guard, and a spontaneous giggle escapes your lips.

you break away from the kiss, a smile dancing on your face as you look into jack’s eyes. his expression is a perfect mix of curiosity and amusement, mirroring your own joy. the world around you fades into the background as you revel in the moment.

"what’s so funny, babe?" jack asks, a playful glint in his eyes. his hands move from lower back to your upper thighs, lifting you up to sit on the counter.

blushing, you find your words, your voice holding a certain playfulness. "you’re so eager, rowdy," you tease, your gaze locked with his.

with the roll of his eyes, he stifles out a laugh, “do not call me that ever again, and of course i’m eager! it’s fucking torture sitting next to you outside and not being able to hold and kiss you.”

“you are a simp, jack hughes.” your smile deepens, your hand reaching up to cup his face. you lean in for another kiss, a sweet and lingering connection. the touch of jack’s lips against yours is like a thousand fireworks exploding, filling you with a sense of bliss and contentment. it’s in these stolen moments of tenderness that you realize how fortunate you are to have each other.

"jesus, what’s taking you guys so long? are you making the beer from scratch?" luke stands at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes widening in surprise. “oh, shit…” time slows to a crawl as shock washes over you, freezing you in place.

panic floods your senses as you scramble for a response, desperately searching for words to salvage the situation. instinctively, you shove jack away. he stumbles back, mouth hanging agape as luke’s eyes flicker between you and jack.

luke’s gaze shifts between the two of you, his brows furrowed with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “were you just making out?” his voice carries a hint of disbelief as he tries to make sense of the scene unfolding before him.

“no!” you blurt out.

“yeah,” jack replies at the exact same time.

you and jack turn to look at each other in a synchronized motion. luke twists his head in confusion, “huh?” you both are just as confused as him.

you find your voice, finally, and in an attempt to explain. "jack and i are dating,” you pause to take a deep breath, “we have been for a few weeks but you’re the only person who knows.” the weight of secrecy begins to lift, replaced by a sense of newfound trust. you and jack exchange a glance, silently acknowledging the unexpected turn of events.

luke’s eyes widen further, his surprise transforming into a mix of realization and understanding. he takes a step closer, a wide smile gracing his lips. "haha i was right! i knew there was something going on between you too!” he exclaims, a glimmer of warmth in his eyes.

“i’m sorry, what?” jack asks, completely dumbfounded. “there was no way you knew.” he scoffs.

luke quirks an eyebrow, “i mean you two weren’t exactly being discreet about it. the winks, the weird looks, you two were obviously hiding something.” were you and jack really being that obvious? looking back at it, you definitely were.

“well shit,” your voice is laced with slight defeat. “who knew lukey had a love radar.” he stifles out a laugh in response.

as the three of you stand in the kitchen, the air buzzing with a newfound sense of camaraderie, you feel a deep gratitude for the unanticipated moment. it was seriously getting hard for you to keep your relationship a secret from everyone. at least one other person knew about it.

“so can i tell everyone that i was right? i’ve got money to collect.” he asks, his eyes lighting up. it might’ve been shallow to bet on his older brother’s relationship but who cares? a little extra cash couldn’t hurt.

“no!” you and jack respond in unison. he rolls his eyes, “but i bet a lot of money!” he whines like a child- reminding you that he was the youngest brother.

“i don’t give a shit about money, if you tell anyone, i’ll smother you in your sleep.” jack retorts. luke holds his hands up in defense before disappearing back outside.

this was going to be a fun summer.

[mothiepixie]

With New Year's approaching, I was super curious.

How would each of the Sans spend New Year's with Mottie?

Love your work! (I live on a ranch and Farmer has my heart right now)

Thank you so much!! He's definitely my comfort character right now 🥹

I hope you enjoy this and also I hope you have a wonderful New Years! 🎆

Sans🛋:

He likes to keep things really simple. He loves parties but he's definitely the type to be glued to the couch and watch everyone from a distance. This includes watching Motti interact with others. There's just something about watching the way she interacts with each person that fills him with a sense of ease.

But as it strikes closer to midnight, he'll leave his spot and ask Motti to come with him. He'll shortcut her to the roof and wrap a blanket around them both. As it strikes midnight the fireworks in the neighboring city go off, and he'll kiss her cheek. (Which she steals a full on kiss in return)

Big Red🔭:

He's not a fan of boring get-togethers and just chilling with his family. He's more used to living it up at the bar, where everyone is sloshed to the nines. But he knows that's not Motti's jam, and that she's not a fan of loud and rowdy places. He'll do something different for her, and for himself, by taking her to the mountains where the light pollution doesn't reach.

In the back of the truck, he's got blankets and his telescope set up. He's unsure by the whole thing and trying to save face that he's not at all embarrassed by this display of love, but he gradually becomes more relaxed as the night goes on. Once it hits midnight he's about to kiss her when Motti beats him to it. It throws him off and makes him super flustered.

Boysen🍷:

The week leading up to this he has been mad busy with work, but even so, he made arrangements at a popular and expensive restaurant. He has rented out the entire rooftop for the evening and it will be just Motti and him. He messages her the day of and says to be ready and dress up. He may or may have not sent her several outfits and jewelry for her to choose from. Boysen will come home and quickly get ready himself, and shoot glances at Motti when she makes remarks she's ready before he is.

The evening is spent dining and making quips at each other while they enjoy a fire in front of them. The location he chose has the best view once midnight hits and the fireworks go off, but both of them were long locked lips that they never saw them. 💋

Farmer🌾:

Everyone is gathered outside at his and Pap's place, and have set up a movie projector and snacks galore. No one is really paying attention to the movie, which is fine because it's just there for anyone's enjoyment. However, Motti will be wondering where Sans is though. He has rarely been seen all night and so, she ends up finding him on the veranda sitting on the porch swing.

He beckons her over and while she's getting situated he pulls out a thermos and pour some hot apple cider. While curious, Motti will ask if he's not enjoying the festivities and he tells her that it's nice to have everyone here, but he just wants to see the new years with just her. Motti will rest her head on his shoulder and he rests his head on top of hers. They both go into the new year looking at the stars and hearing the distant cheering at midnight.

Dream⏳️:

It's not really something he celebrates since acknowledging the passage of time is a mortal thing. However, that doesn't mean he does not care when it's important to Motti greeting a new year. He'll hang around at the party she's throwing, but he's standing off to the side like a pretty wallflower and observing the festivities.

He has a red cup in his hands, but he more or less has it to feel like he's fitting in. The party has started off fun, but he's just around so many people, and in an enclosed area, that his empathic abilities are starting to overwhelm his senses.

Motti takes note that Dream is looking off and takes him elsewhere that is vastly more secluded. She gives him the option to leave, but he refuses. Every second, every minute with Motti is important and that means celebrating the concept of time with her no matter what.

Cross😵‍💫:

To be honest, he gets invited to the party and has a grand time, but he's inwardly nervous. He was just told about the tradition of kissing at midnight and he spends majority of the time hyping himself up to kiss her.

He's overthinking about it; does he just swoop her up and kiss her? Maybe dipping her??? He could also spin her around and into his arms before cooly and awesomely placing a big fat kiss on her lips.

But he starts thinking of all the ways he could mess up and now in a mix of confidence rising at one thought and shattering his own self-esteem the next.

With midnight just minutes away, he's standing near Motti wondering what tactic to choose, and when the clock strikes midnight he's frozen in performance anxiety. Motti doesn't hesitate and grabs his shirt collar and pulls him in for a deep kiss. He was worried for nothing.

Error🆘️:

He doesn't care much for it. Hell, he doesn't really even remember what's the point of celebrating when he was trapped in the anti-void. But Motti is yapping about the importance of celebrating and he begrudgingly finds himself wearing a party hat and party horn stuck in his mouth.

He hates it he doesnt, it's not fun at all he's having a blast and doesn't like the streamers Motti put up or the table filled with his favorite snacks he already devoured the chocolate. He's sitting on his bean bag like a perturbed cat being disturbed during their nap. But Motti mentions she wanted to spend it with just him and part of him wants to believe it so badly. Motti asks if she can give him a kiss on the cheek and he becomes a flustered mess, and begins short circuiting at the thought.

Ink🌌:

He takes Motti through multiple AUs and changes their outfits to fit each occasion. He's party crashing and eating the food, while Motti is trying to play devil's advocate and calm down all the people Ink has upset.

By the end of the night, she is growing exhausted, but Ink will take her to Outertale and he finally calms down. Motti gets to enjoy the beauty of space and finally relax. He will paint the scenery before him, including Motti, effortlessly and gift it to her.

Nightmare🥷:

To be honest, he will swoop in at the stroke of midnight and steal Motti away right in front of everyone. He relishes in their shock expressions and rash responses.

He spends the rest of the night huddling a pouty Motti to his chest, chuckling the whole time.

[justlemmeadoreyou]

A New Year, A New Beginning

Summary: Your first New Year's Eve with Harry

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: 18+, fluff, smut

It's hard to believe that it's been a year since you met Harry. The moment you laid eyes on him, you just knew he was the one. And now, as you stand hand in hand with him on a rooftop, watching the sparkling city lights and the countdown clock, you can't help but feel grateful for the past year. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, but you wouldn't want to have spent it with anyone else.

As the clock ticks closer to midnight, Harry pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arm around your waist. You melt into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body and the love radiating from him. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, 'I can't wait to celebrate our first New Year's Eve together, my love.'

You can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks at his words. It still amazes you how easily he can make you feel things with just a few simple words. But before you can respond, the countdown starts and the crowd around you erupts into cheers.

'10, 9, 8...'

You can feel the excitement building up inside of you, and you can see the same in Harry's eyes as he looks at you. For a moment, everything else fades away and it's just the two of you, lost in each other's gaze.

'3, 2, 1... Happy New Year!' The crowd shouts, and Harry leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

Fireworks light up the night sky, adding to the already magical atmosphere. Harry pulls back, his forehead resting against yours as you both catch your breath.

'Happy New Year, beautiful,' he whispers, his voice full of love and admiration.

'Happy New Year, Harry,' you respond with a smile, feeling your heart flutter at his words.

You spend the rest of the night dancing under the stars, holding each other close and whispering declarations of love. It's like time has stopped, and you are the only two people in the world.

As the night winds down and the crowd begins to disperse, you and Harry make your way back to your cozy apartment. The anticipation and excitement of the New Year's Eve festivities have now been replaced with a sense of calm and tranquility. You both change into comfortable clothes and snuggle up on the couch, basking in the warmth of each other's presence.

'I can't believe it's been a year already,' Harry says, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

'Me neither,' you reply, leaning your head against his chest.

'I remember the first time I saw you. I couldn't take my eyes off of you,' he continues, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm.

You can't help but smile at the memory. You had walked into the café, feeling a little lost and overwhelmed, and there he was, with his bright green eyes and charming smile, offering you a seat at his table.

'I was so nervous,' you admit, revealing a vulnerability you rarely let others see. 'I didn't know anyone in this city, and there you were, a complete stranger, offering me a cup of coffee and a friendly conversation.'

'Well, I couldn't let such a beautiful and interesting person sit alone,' Harry replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

In that moment, you couldn't be more grateful for that chance encounter in the café. It led you to this exact moment - wrapped up in Harry's arms, feeling loved and cherished.

As the night goes on, you revisit all the special moments you've shared together. The first date, the first kiss, meeting each other's families - each moment more special than the last. And now, here you are, celebrating your first New Year's Eve together.

With a loving expression and a mischievous glint in his eye, Harry looks at you and asks, 'Do you know what would make this New Year's Eve even more memorable?'

You raise an eyebrow, not quite sure where he is going with this. 'What would that be?' you ask, playing along.

He smiles and leans in slowly, his lips pressing gently against yours. The kiss starts soft and sweet, but quickly turns heated and passionate. You can feel the familiar heat pooling in your stomach, and you deepen the kiss, craving more of him.

As the kiss breaks, you both stare at each other, catching your breath. 'I want to make love to you,' Harry whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

Your heart races at his words, and you nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. He scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bedroom, as if you weigh nothing.

As he lays you down on the bed, he peppers kisses along your neck, making you squirm beneath him. He slowly undresses you, his hands gently caressing every inch of your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

'Harry,' you moan, the desire and need evident in your voice.

He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine, and whispers against your lips, 'Patience, my love.'

He continues his onslaught of kisses, making his way down your body until he reaches your core. He gives one long, slow lick, and your body arches off the bed, seeking more. Harry takes his time, worshipping your body with his lips and tongue, driving you wild with pleasure.

'Please, Harry,' you beg, needing more of him.

He gives you a smug smirk before finally giving you what you crave. You moan loudly, your fingers gripping the sheets as he thrusts into you, setting a rhythm that has your body trembling with pleasure.

Your hands roam over his toned body, feeling every inch of him, as he continues to take you to new heights of pleasure. Each thrust brings you closer to the edge, and when he finally tips you over, you're screaming his name, your bodies writhing in ecstasy.

After a moment to catch your breath, Harry settles down beside you, pulling you close to his chest. You both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, completely content and in love.

'I love you, Y/N,' Harry whispers against your skin, his arms tightening around you.

'I love you too, Harry,' you reply, feeling your heart swell with love and happiness.

As the clock strikes midnight on a new year, you fall asleep in each other's arms, grateful for all the love and happiness that the past year has brought and excited for all the new adventures that lay ahead. A new year, a new beginning for the both of you - together.

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[h0nology]

Prowler!Miles x Reader Headcanon

sorry, i literally had to!! i finally saw the movie and i’m OBSESSED! but i promise i’m writing part two of the pedro fic, but while that’s in the works, enjoy miles!

warnings: toxicity? fluff? slight angst, pet names (mami, baby, babe)

• he’s kinda mean at times, saying some harsh things but you and him both know that he doesn’t really mean it. he’s just hurting.

• that being said he bottles up his feelings. not really telling you all that’s going on with him and how he’s feeling, he really only focuses on you and how you are, brushing it off if you ever asked the question in return.

• he loves physical touch though; it’s how he expressed his love for you. him not being good with words and all.

anytime you two are together, he’s touching you in some type of way. when y’all are out, his hand is on the small of your back, guiding you in the direction you need to be going. or when you two are alone, sitting on his rooftop his hand will be resting on your thigh. he also loves the feeling of your hands on him or running through his hair. he pretends like he doesn’t, but you know deep inside fireworks go off every time you touch him.

• so, you’d braid his hair all the time, and he’d pretend like he didn’t care, having this nonchalant attitude the whole time and finding anything to complain about.

“ah! not so rough, mami!” he’d quietly scold you if your accidentally too rough while doing his hair.

but he really did enjoy the way you did his hair, you were actually really gentle with him (for the most part)

• he also loves to spoil you. you didn’t necessarily hate being spoiled by him, but you didn’t want him going out his way for you, when you told him that his exact words were “i’ll spoil you if i want to, mami, alright? you can’t stop me.” so anything you even looked at with the slightest bit of interest was yours.

• flowers, shoes, clothes, whatever. he made it happen.

• anytime you had asked miles where he even got the money for all of this, he’d brush you off.

“not your business to worry about, ma.”

you’d argue that it was, you two being in a relationship and all, you think you deserved to know.

“what? are you dealing drugs or something?!” you yell.

he laughed, throwing on his jacket, “you’re funny.”

“just tell me!”

“i’ll be back. i love you, baby.” he’d kiss your lips and disappear into the night.

• that happened a lot and it kept you up at night, you worry about him as you looked at the picture of you two on your nightstand. but you also knew how strong he was, how tough he was. he could take care of himself.

• so that’s why you just stopped bothering him about it, you figured you trusted him enough.

• oh he hates pictures btw, but made an exception for you.

“can you smile please babe?” you asked him.

“you’re lucky i’m even taking the picture.” he grumbles.

all you had to do was give him a quick peck on the cheek, and the corner of his mouth curves into a slight smile. you’d quickly take the picture, cheering in victory as he slightly laughed next to you.

“see, you have a pretty smile.” you’d showed him the picture, “pretty?” he muttered, letting out a low chuckle.

“yes, pretty. i love it.”

the words sent butterflies to his stomach, everything you said did.

“and i love you.” he’d say, pulling you closer to him.

[latin5mamii]

Charly with an American gf during July fourth!!🦅🇺🇸

Traditions- Carlos Alcaraz

|WARNINGS:none!Just fluff

|AUTHOR'S NOTE:love our charlie boy!🇺🇸

|SUMMARY:Your boyfriend really likes the traditions of your country...

Your beloved boyfriend, was ready for a break after an intense season. The Fourth of July was the perfect opportunity, and you, had invited him to spend it in your hometown of Austin, Texas. He was eager to experience the holiday and explore the festivities with you.

You waited at the airport, holding a sign that read “Welcome, Charlie!” As soon as he saw you, Carlos’ face lit up, and he hurried over, pulling you into a tight hug.

“¡Hola, mi amor!” he exclaimed, spinning you around. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Welcome to America, Charlie! Ready for some Fourth of July fun?” you asked, grinning.

“Absolutely! Let’s go!” His eyes sparkled with excitement as he took your hand.

The first stop was a popular food truck park. Charlie looked around in awe at the variety of options.

“This is incredible,” he said, scanning the menus. “What should I try first?”

“Definitely the brisket tacos,” you suggested. “And maybe a sweet tea to wash it down.”

Charlie eagerly followed your lead, and soon the two of you were enjoying a delicious, messy meal on a picnic bench. He took a big bite of his taco and his eyes widened.

“This is amazing!” he exclaimed. “Why don’t we have this in Spain?”

After lunch, you took him to a nearby lake for some kayaking. Charlie was game for anything, his competitive spirit shining through as he paddled ahead, challenging you to keep up. You laughed as he playfully splashed you, and the two of you raced across the water, enjoying the warm Texas sun.

“¡Vamos, cariño! You can’t beat me!” he teased, laughing.

“Oh, we’ll see about that, Charlie!” you retorted, paddling harder.

In the afternoon, you headed to a friend’s rooftop party downtown. Charlie mingled effortlessly, charming everyone with his stories and enthusiasm. He even joined a game of cornhole, quickly picking up the rules and showing off his athletic skills. You couldn’t help but smile, watching him fit in so seamlessly.

“Eres increíble, mi vida,” you whispered as he sank another shot.

He grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Gracias, mi amor. But you’re the one who makes everything perfect.”

As the sun began to set, you led Charlie to a perfect spot to watch the city’s fireworks. You spread out a blanket on the grass, and he lay down beside you, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Thank you for today,” he said softly, tracing patterns on your arm with his fingers. “I’ve had so much fun.”

“I’m glad,” you replied, squeezing his hand. “The night’s not over yet.”

The fireworks started with a loud boom, and Charlie’s eyes widened with wonder. The sky lit up with vibrant colors, and he turned to you, his face illuminated by the bursts of light.

“This is incredible,” he whispered.

You both lay there, watching the display in comfortable silence. When the finale came, Charlie sat up, pulling you close for a kiss as the sky exploded in a final blaze of color.

Later, back at your place, you sat on the porch with a couple of beers, talking about everything and nothing. Charlie leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and happy.

“I could get used to this,” he said, smiling at you. “Austin, the Fourth of July, and especially you.”

You laughed. “I’m glad you had a good time. We’ll have to make this a tradition.”

Charlie nodded. “Absolutely. Here’s to many more.”

As the night grew late, you both headed inside, tired but content. Snuggling up on the couch, Charlie wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead.

“Te quiero mucho, mi vida,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

“I love you too, Charlie,” you replied, feeling the warmth of his embrace.Today was incredible and you couldn't wait to visit Spain with him and know his traditions; in that moment, you wish to stay with him forever because he's the only person that can make your days absolutely perfect.

[f1-giuki]

i'm here again. lestappen chussy smut with touch tank by quinnie <3

Caro have I ever asked your hand in marriage? 🥺❤️ FINALLY HERE WITH THE CHUSSY!!! it's been 84 years but I managed to write some chussy action😭 Hope you like this, even if it's long af😭💖 The song choice was amazing and I hope I did it justice!!!!!!!💖💖💖

touch tank - prompt post

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“Where has Charles gone? This is supposed to be her championship pool party!” George complains, holding his Martini glass tightly in his hands.

Lando rolls his eyes.

“It's her championship party, if she wants to sneak out with someone, it's her right to do so…” Oscar argues.

“That's why we can't see Max!” Carlos snickers, making the others laugh.

“Max? Did she invite Max, of all people? I thought they were mates on track only!” George asks, confused.

“Have you been living under a rock, George?” Oscar asks with a small smile.

“I beg your pardon?” George asks after taking a sip of his drink. Alex, on his side, has to keep a loud laugh from escaping his mouth.

“Mate, they've been dating for the past season, what is wrong with you?” Lando asks, disgusted that he finished his concoction of rum and Capri sun.

“Actually, they're together now, since the competition between them got tighter,” Carlos explains, proudly showcasing his knowledge.

“Since the Tuesday of Brazil, I think, Max asked her before the Sprint,” Oscar points out.

“How the fuck do you know this?” George keeps on asking.

“We have eyes, George…” Alex laughs.

Max and Charles are not far away from the party going on in the garden and adjacent beach of the Dubai villa Charles rented. They're on the roof of the building, where the sunspots are, giggling and sneaking away to have five minutes where they don't have to shake hands, accept congratulations for the championship! and sorry for the championship! or withstand some teasing. Five minutes where they can be freaks in love.

The 2025 season was one for the books, with Charles becoming the first-ever woman to win a Formula 1 world championship and Ferrari winning the title again after 18 years. Italy turned completely red, with people and celebrations filling the streets during the day and fireworks illuminating the night. The dream came true for Charles. Win with Ferrari. Against Max. Her boyfriend. She ticked off every point from her list, except having a moment for herself.

The party on Sunday was crazy and the sex with Max in the bathroom of the club was crazier.

Monday felt like a fever dream littered with soft kisses, with realisation slowly sinking in, as all the journalists left in the Emirates asked her all types of questions. The president of the Italian Republic and the Prince of Monaco also asked her for official events where she could be honoured as a champion by the local institutions.

Tuesday was calmer, in a way. Charles wanted another celebration, with just her friends, so she rented a villa in the morning for the afternoon. Her wish was everybody's command. She's a Ferrari world champion. But the party felt stuffy after a while, and Charles, in her bright red bikini, wanted nothing more than to feel Max's cold lips on her skin, looking at his messy hair and sunburned face, so they disappeared on the rooftop of the villa, where a few sunbeds were waiting for them.

Max doesn't bother closing the door to the rooftop, he's too preoccupied kissing Charles, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and trying not to fall as she keeps rubbing herself on his dick.

Max gently lowers her on the soft towel covering the sunbed and kneels between her legs. Charles Leclerc is a sight to behold, splayed out underneath him, her short and curly hair creating a delicious brown halo around her head. She thinks about all the religious imagery created with her face. If she's the Virgin Mary, then he shall be God. Maybe she shouldn't think about him putting a baby in her. Maybe later.

“No reward for the champion?” She asks, with a sly grin on her lips. The red lipstick she wore has moved all over her lips and on Max's.

Max laughs and rolls his eyes. They can hear laughter coming from two floors down, where the party is still going on. Max blushes a little.

“What? Are you afraid they will find out how good you can eat me out?” Charles asks, slowly undoing the strings of her bikini bottoms on her hips, baring her pussy to him. Shameless. Max loves her too much.

She knows he's salivating at the sight in front of him. He's thirsty, no matter how many times he quenches his thirst at such a source.

She watches him kneel on the ground and pulls her closer to him from her knees. Max feels such a deep hunger inside of him.

Charles moans in anticipation and Max licks a fat stripe over her cunt, making her laugh. The Max show is about to begin.

He leaves kisses all over her pussy, keeping eye contact with Charles. When she throws her head back Max sucks her clit lightly, enjoying how she writhes under him. He starts licking at her folds, savouring and claiming, sucking, as his hands keep her thighs spread. Charles moans and Max laughs, reverberating on her pussy. She fists his short hair, pushing his face closer to her core.

Max moves one hand to her labia, toying with the wetness he finds there as he goes back to her clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Charles is always so sensitive, so easy for him to take apart. He gently bites her folds and enjoys when she clenches over nothing. He teases her again with kitten licks at her entrance and when she tugs his hair meanly he grins and starts fucking her with his tongue.

Charles moans and the thought of all the people downstairs comes blaring in her brain, making her impossibly wetter. Max, slurping and sucking, is the only one who doesn't make her feel like a maniac. He gets it.

He coats his middle finger in her arousal and starts teasing Charles’ entrance, looking up at her, covered in spit, searching for consent, breaking his rhythm and driving her crazy. She groans and nods and Max slowly replaces his tongue with his finger, moving up to kiss her mons Venus.

As he pumps his finger in and out he places his other hand over her lower belly, claiming the soft skin there. Charles sobs and undoes her bikini bra, playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling them, moaning louder as Max inserts another finger in her and fucks her.

He looks so good, gentle and devoted, with his baby blue linen shirt open, matching his ice eyes. Charles could come on the spot, thinking just about her lover. So big and safe and brave. She feels like just a girl when she's with him, in the most positive sense. She's just Charles, whether on an F1 track around the world, in an ice cream shop in Italy, or with her tits out in the Emirates afternoon sun. She's not some kind of circus animal with him.

Charles comes, squirting on his face, as he curls his fingers inside her, licking at her cunt and stimulating her clit with his nose.

He licks her clean and she sobs happily. Before it gets to be too much, Max lets her go, sitting next to her. She hugs him from the side and Max holds her with a big and dumb smile, as she inhales his scent, mixed with the salt in the air.

“I love you,” he says, stupidly in love, and she grins, with her forehead against his bicep.

“I love you too,” she says, laughing as Max drags her on his lap, making her sit there gently, lending her back to the sun.

“Oh God, Oscar, mate, you were right! They were fucking on the roof!” George shrieks in the garden, making her and Max laugh.

[campingwiththecharmings]

Good Neighbors (6)

PART 5

AN: Hello, welcome back to my horny, Neighbor!Santi series 😌 Please be advised that there is facefucking in this and I don't think I've ever written that so, my apologies if it's terrible lol 🥲 Without further ado, here is the sixth smutlet in a series set after the events of Night Moves.

Santiago swallows, cheers ringing up and down the street as another three fireworks go off. You bite back a smile, noting he’s tense for an entirely different reason now. Now this, this you can help him with.

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,505 Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x F!Reader Warnings: pwp, kissing, semi-public sex, oral sex, rough sex, facefucking, vague references to PTSD, neighbors with benefits AO3

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“What time are they supposed to be setting them off again?” you ask, glancing at your watch.

Santi grunts, swallowing his mouthful of beer. “I think around midnight.”

You nod, eyes scanning the building across the street as you take a swig from your own bottle, the glass cool against your lips. Rumor had it, someone over there had gotten married (or maybe it was divorced?) and they were planning to set off fireworks to celebrate. You loved fireworks, loved the colors, the fire, the explosions that were so loud you could feel them in your bones. Being a vet, you knew Santiago wasn’t as thrilled about them—brought back too many bad memories, he said—so when he’d invited you to watch them on his fire escape, you knew you had to make sure it was fun for him too. 

Movement on the rooftop across the way catches your eye and your lips quirk a little, bouncing on your toes in your excitement. A chuckle reaches your ears and you turn, Santi watching you with fond amusement in his warm, brown eyes.

“What?” you ask, a little more defensively than you meant to.

He shakes his head, smile on his lips as he raises his beer to take another sip. “I didn’t say anything.”

You raise a brow at him and his smile just widens, the sight making your stomach flip. 

A whistle and some cheers drag your attention back across the street just as the first firework bursts into a shower of colorful sparks. Your eyes and smile widen with glee as two more are set off at the same time, the bright colors lighting up the sky. After about ten minutes of this, you chance a glance at your companion, noting his rigid back and tight jaw. The idea that he might be uncomfortable sends a pang of guilt through you; sure, he’d been the one that suggested this get together but that didn’t mean you wanted him to suffer. You had to do something, something to make him relax, something that would help him enjoy this.

A loud ‘boom’ across the way regains your attention, your mouth quirking slightly as you lean closer to Santi.

“Bet I could make you burst like that,” you breathe, your lips almost brushing his ear. 

Santiago swallows, cheers ringing up and down the street as another three fireworks go off. You bite back a smile, noting he’s tense for an entirely different reason now. Now this, this you can help him with.

You lean in more, tracing the shell of his ear with your nose. His breath catches, fingers tightening like a vice around the bottle in his hand. You wonder if he’ll break it, can imagine the satisfying pop as the glass shatters, the remnants of his beer spilling through his fingers and through the slats in the floor of the fire escape. You suck his earlobe between your lips as a quick round of four fireworks go off, the noise making him flinch involuntarily.

“Santi,” you whisper, pressing a kiss beneath his ear. “I want you to fuck me.”

He groans, turning toward you and quickly capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, pushing you back against the fire escape railing. Another round of fireworks explodes across the street but he pays them no mind, losing himself in the taste and feel of you. He cups your face in his hand first, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he licks into your mouth. Then he moves it down your neck, stopping briefly to run his fingers over the hollow of your throat, down further to ghost his knuckles over your breasts. He squeezes your hip before moving on again, and you just know he’s planning to slip those talented fingers beneath the hem of your shorts. 

But you want this to be about him, about making him feel good, you want to give him something good to think about the next time he’s in a situation like this.

So you stop him, your fingers tangling with his as you pull them up and push him back gently. He breaks the kiss as another firework explodes across the street, his eyes confused.

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you,” he slurs, beautiful eyes blown wide, lips a little swollen from the amount and force of your kissing.

You smile at him, an impish gleam in your eyes. “I didn’t mean my pussy.”

It takes him a minute to figure out what you mean, his brow furrowing adorably as you reach out to unbutton his jeans. His eyes widen when he finally realizes, his mouth falling open as you slip inside and take him in your hand. He groans as you wrap your fingers around him, squeezing him slightly, his hips thrusting involuntarily into your fist. You pull him closer, claiming his lips and swallowing his moans as you move your hand up and down his hard shaft.

The booms and crackles are coming more regularly by the time you sink to your knees before him, and you know the celebration is nearing its end. His palm gently cups the back of your head as you take him in your mouth, his fingers flexing against your scalp when the tip of him hits the back of your throat. His choked groan is drowned out by the cheers from the crowd when you swallow, tongue working against the underside of his cock. 

His eyes are fixed on you when you look up at him, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Wordlessly you try to tell him that you’re ready, jaw slack, palms braced against his thighs. He places his now empty bottle on the windowsill and takes one of your hands, loosely entangling your fingers.

“Squeeze my hand if you need me to stop, hmm?” he rasps, patiently waiting for your acknowledgement before slowly pulling back his hips, the tip of him almost leaving your mouth. 

He pushes back between your lips with a sigh, the warm softness of your mouth contrasting delightfully with the slight roughness of your tongue. You hum around him as he does it again, this time a little harder, a little faster. It takes a few more thrusts for him to figure out what he wants, but by the time he does, you’re moaning around him, drool running in rivulets down your chin and neck as he fucks into your mouth. His eyes are glued to you, and you know he’s making sure you’re okay, that he’s not giving you too much. You want him to lose it though, want him to be selfish just this once, to really use you.

The fireworks are coming one right after the other now and you know their finale is near; it’s now or never. You dig your fingers into the cheeks of Santi’s ass as you pull yourself closer, gagging a little on his cock as the tip hits the back of your throat again. His pace falters and he moans, his eyes fluttering but not closing completely like you want. He seems to understand though, his lip curling up slightly in a snarl as he pulls back and roughly thrusts back into your mouth. You moan around him and his eyes finally fall shut, the hand on the back of your head pulling you forward on his cock as he spears into you over and over. 

He comes down your throat with a broken groan just as the finale begins, the booms and blasts, echoing down the street as the colorful sparks explode across the sky. His hand is braced against the railing when you pull off him with a slick pop, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His fingers are still laced with yours against his thigh and you gently squeeze them. He squeezes back as your eyes meet, a smile forming on his lips. 

“You okay?” you ask, amusement dancing in your eyes.

He chuckles breathlessly and nods, pulling you back up to your feet. He glances around, noting that people are starting to filter back inside. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

You smile, absently licking your lips, drawing his gaze. He swallows, eyes dark when they meet yours again, making your skin heat. After a moment, he leans in, claiming your lips with a sigh. His kiss is slow but deep, his tongue delving between your lips and brushing against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

“Maybe we should take this inside?” he pants, breaths puffing against your lips when he pulls back.

You feel his cock twitch, still bare, against your thigh and bite back a moan. Nodding, you release him, swallowing when he tucks himself back in his pants. He holds out a hand to you when he’s done, a soft smile on his lips. You smile back, taking his hand, allowing him to lead you back inside to his apartment through the open window.

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[lightwing-s]

Oh!!!! We're doing blurb????!!!

Jason climb in food vlogger! reader's window and take her up to the rooftop to celebrate the arrival of 2024 together, and they both laugh when they received Alfred's and Tim's wishes at the same time

- miss potato 🥔

Jason told you to be ready by 9pm. It was 9:30 and you still weren’t done. 

Searching for your earrings that were hidden somewhere inside your apartment, you heard knocking sounds, making you stop in your tracks and walk over to your front door, only for the noise to get lower as you got closer to it. Weird, you thought, peeking through the peeping hole and finding no one outside.

Spinning on your heels, you look to the other side of the room to meet your boyfriend, dressed in the new vegan leather jacket you’d given him for Christmas, smiling at you from outside your living room window.

“What are you doing here?” you asked between a laugh, as you slid open the glass door.

“Came to pick you up.” he stated, giving you a chaste kiss on your glossy lips. He tasted your lip gloss on his own lips, a hmm leaving his throat before pulling you for another quick kiss. “Come on.”

Extending his hands to you, you tried to tell him you weren’t ready yet, but he ignored your words, telling you you looked beautiful, and pulling you outside through your own window. He held your back, making sure you wouldn’t trip or fall, allowing you to climb the stairs in front of him, so he could watch over you… and your ass.

Arriving on top of the unusually clean and well decorated rooftop, you found his old sofa pushed closer to the parapet, a champagne bottle on the floor beside it and two boxes of pizza going along.

Jason jumped on the sofa and you on him, cuddling up together to wait till the fireworks started blowing in the sky. You two chatted your night away, waiting for the new year to arrive, talking about everything you’d done the past year and planning all the adventures you’d get to do in this new one.

As the clock struck midnight, you watched the fireworks to the sound of Michael Bublé and Jason’s kisses, starting the new year, in your opinion, with a bang.

“I bet you five dollars Alfred is gonna text you first.” Jason said, shoving an entire pizza slice in his mouth.

“I don’t think s…” you would reply, but the sound of your notifications cut you off. “Happy New Year, miss Yn.”

Chackling up, Jason had to hold his tummy from hurting after all his laughing. “I told you so.” he said, drying his tears.

“I’m sure he messaged you too.” picking up his phone, you shoved it in his face as Alfred’s message appeared on the screen. Not much later, both your phones lit up with a new notification, Tim’s number showing on your screens, but two very confusing messages that left you two wondering what he meant.

Looking at the text you receive over your shoulder, Jason picked your phone from your hands and placed it right beside his, Tim’s message coming together to say:

Jason’s Yn’s

Happy New Year You Two Fools

“Fuck that nerd.” he shook his head.

“Hey, you’re only supposed to fuck me.” you pouted.

“If you insist, I think that’s a great way to start the new year!”

[worldsetfree]

Diamond is Unbreakable × Reader: Weekends Spent in a Beautiful Duwang

(+ bonus character sprinkled in just for you!)

At last, the weekend! You have survived another horrible week and once more been set free from the confines of societal expectations. You've been feeling a bit too stressed out lately, what with the serial killer and all... But what better way to relax than with some quality time with your beloved?

(I hope y'all enjoy these small slices of life! Feedback is welcome. These broader headcanons are really helping me ease into where I want to go.)

Higashikata Josuke

Great! He has to do some chores first or his mom will kill him, but he's been craving some TLC time with you.

He's kind of a homebody, so expect a day spent playing video games (cute couch co-op is exactly the kind of aesthetic he lives for), watching TV, and having snacks.

Loves physical contact. Will wrap his arms around you, soft kisses on your skin. Wishes you could stay the night and cuddle.

Super shy at school the next week. His friends will tease him about it.

Nijimura Okuyasu

"Oh, let me see if Josuke is free!" "No, no, no, babe. Let's take time for you and I."

When he finally gets the idea, his first suggestion is of course: going to Tonio's. It's up to you if you want to experience *that* with him, but either way a dinner date sounds like a great idea.

Okuyasu wants to be a gentleman this evening. Does his best, in his own way. Dresses up for you. "Oh, you look really hot tonight!" Holds open the door open for you. He'll get the cheque, he's rich now! (Excuse me, what?)

Is going to call Josuke and tell him all about it when he gets home. "Oi Josuke, I think I'm in love!" Josuke lives for it.

Kishibe Rohan

No. He's busy. Wait, you're serious? Oh shit, he feels kinda bad now.

You convince him to go on a cute picnic date in the park under the guise of people-watching for more inspiration.

Rohan's mind is more captivated by experiences than images. He finds himself noticing how the other couples act and decides to do some research. Holding your hand makes his heart flutter like a dove's wings. Kissing you is mental anethestic and fireworks all at once.

The manuscript he sends to his editor that week is notably more optimistic than usual. Pink Dark Boy won't be singing from the rooftops, but at least Rohan understands what's inspired the stupid cliché now. And he wants more and more exposure to this feeling.

Kujo Jotaro

He's tired and stressed out. Please take him away from this town, he actually really needs it. You both do, really. Responds to your request with an indifferent grunt. He's in.

Usually, he'd take you to the beach, but he's hit a snag with his thesis and if he sees those starfish right now he might just pull his hair out. And we wouldn't want anything to happen to his handsome locks.

Surprisingly spontaneous when he wants to be. "Let's go to Tokyo, I want you to meet someone."

The drive is peaceful and quiet. He's a great listener, but still not the best communicator. For example: he won't tell you until you get there that your lunch date will involve meeting his mom for the first time.

Bonus:

Tonio Trussardi

This sweet man takes a day off from his restaurant and invites you to his home. Greets you with flowers and wine.

Very excited to show you his garden. Look at his tomatoes!! Humble but oh so proud of the fruits of his labour.

Thinks the most romantic thing you two can do together is cook. But it's his day off? He doesn't mind! He loves his craft! Wants to hold your hands and teach you how to properly julienne a pepper.

Lives for that reaction when you take that first bite. Might use Pearl Jam to make it that much better for you. Domesticity makes him want a life with you.

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Once Upon A Time I Used To Know A Girl

Chapter 20

Carol Danvers x Reader

Masterlist | This work's masterlist | AO3

Summary: You have news for Carol and Carol has news for you.

Angst, Slow Burn, Amnesia.

Word count: 1078

A/N: It's the final chapter, let's goooooo!!!!

These Stars Defy Love

"You got this, keep going," Fury encourages you, looking at his stopwatch. You’re performing a physical test to see if you’re ready to get back to work, "Just a little longer," you let go of the weights and exhale heavily, "that was pretty good, still six seconds short though, you’re almost there."

After resting for a few minutes, you go up to Valkyrie’s room to tell her about your progress, secretly hoping Carol would be around to hear it too. You knock on the door and are met with The Captain, "Hey, is Val around?" You try to play it cool.

"She went out."

"Oh, okay." You remain standing in the doorway.

"You’re looking good," Carol remarks.

"Thanks, I've been working really hard to get my job back."

"I’m glad."

You bite the inside of your cheek for a moment, "Can I talk to you for a minute."

"Come in." She steps aside so you can enter the room. As you walk in you see her bags half packed.

"You’re leaving?" You ask, slightly disappointed.

She looks at you apologetically, "Duty calls."

"When?"

"First thing in the morning."

"Without saying goodbye?" You’re offended.

"I was gonna tell you, I just wanted it to last longer."

"You’re leaving alone?"

"I don't really have a willing partner this time," she responds tentatively, her words drive right through you, it breaks your heart to see her go.

"I realized we never broke up," you blurt out, making her look at you in confusion, "I should do that now."

"Okay," is all she can say, there is no tension in the room, it almost feels like a joke.

"Carol Danvers, I think we should break up, it's for the best." You reach out your hand and Carol giggles before shaking it.

"For the best," she repeats after you.

"Now that you're single, maybe I can take you out on a date sometime?" She looks at you amused, but your features turn serious.

"For real?"

"For real." You smile again.

She’s a little skeptical, "I’m still leaving tomorrow."

"Then I’ll pick you up at 8." You wink at her before exiting.

That night you go to her room to pick her up, you take her hand and start walking her down the hall, "The stairs are that way," she notes suspiciously, pointing in the opposite direction.

"We’re not going down, angel, we’re going up," you exaggerate the pet name.

You arrive at the rooftop of the compound where you have carefully set up a picnic full of her favorite snacks and some drinks, all adorned with candles and surrounded by strings of fairy lights. Carol is in awe, "You did all this for me?"

"That’s right, I can be charming sometimes." You’re wearing a satisfied smile as you guide her to sit and settle beside her.

"This is my favorite spot in the compound," she whispers, still admiring your work.

"I know." You bite your lip.

Carol tries not to get her hopes up, "You remember?"

"I asked around." That somehow makes it even sweeter, she thinks. You both eat and have some drinks and eventually end up cuddling together under a blanket, stargazing.

"Don’t go yet," you murmur after a while, still staring at the sky.

"I have to." Her tone is gentle, almost like an apology. She turns around and places a soft kiss on your cheek, to her it's almost an afterthought, but to you it's like fireworks going off in your chest. You turn to her, feeling your entire body flutter and your faces come impossibly close.

You stay like that for a moment, neither of you daring to move, "Do you have a gym on your ship?" you whisper, she snorts and hums in response. You slowly move away from her and sit up, "I have to go."

She bolts up, "Already? I thought we were having a nice time." She starts to panic.

"I have to go pack my bags," you say coyly.

"Where are you going?"

"You tell me." With that, you stand up, and leave. She watches you go with a huge grin on her face.

It’s the next morning and you’re taking all your stuff into Carol’s ship, you see Valkyrie walking to her own ship, parked right next to Carol’s, "Leaving so soon, Princess?"

"Yeah," you respond in a dopey state.

"Oh, don’t be so sad about it," she teases you.

"Shut up," you chuckle, she walks towards you, looking unimpressed by how smitten you are, "Thank you, for everything."

"Any time," The King holds your hands in hers and leaves a cordial kiss on your cheek, "may our next meeting be joyful." You lower your head almost like a bow.

"And thank you for the ring," you add.

"Better give it to her this time."

"We’ll see." Valkyrie says her goodbyes to Carol, and retires to her ship.

Kamala approaches you with the last of your things, "Is that all?" you ask her.

"Yes," she sighs.

"Thank you, little Marv," Kamala giggles at Valkyrie’s pet name coming out of your mouth.

"Of course."

"I mean it," you reiterate, in a more serious tone, "thank you for looking after me, even when I was a pain in the ass, I owe you my life."

"Are you gonna become my knight in shining armor?" she mocks, you roll your eyes and pull her into a hug that doesn’t last long enough to your liking, but you don’t have three hours to spare.

Carol comes out to the back of the ship looking for you, "It’s time." The smile on her face could light up a whole galaxy, you hum in response. She instinctively opens her arms as she walks towards Kamala and the girl accepts the embrace.

"Are you sure I can’t come with?" Kamala pleads with her eyes looking up at The Captain.

"You have to protect the Earth while we’re away and you have to finish high school." Carol quips, "You can call anytime, day or night," Kamala opens her mouth, but Carol responds faster, "I promise to pick up, every time."

The Captain turns to you as she lets go of the girl, "You ready, angel?"

"Right behind you, Captain." You both enter the ship while Kamala stands outside watching the ship’s entrance retract with a bittersweet tear escaping her eyes.

You still have a long way to go in your recovery, but you know you are on the right track.

That is the end of this story, thank you so much for sticking around and going through this journey with me. I appreciate every single one of you, thank you for the love and I hope to see you in the next one :)

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in my next Carol adventure, maybe? It's coming out very soon, I pinky promise!

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How the rest of the Yuurivoice boys are spending their New Year’s Eve 

The bittersweet trio and big red already have new year’s specials, so they will not be included 

No proofread

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Charlie 🐀🍕

He’s sitting on the couch with the little guy in his lap, Charlie is covering lil dudes coon ears with his hands. Casper comes around and sits behind him, laying their head on his shoulder.

“little dudes getting spooked from the fireworks, so he can sit in my lap  so he doesn’t get scared, and I can sit in the lap of my Casper. to ring in the new year with the person who made this year Fucking incredible”

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Finn🌻

A little tipsy. Finn makes his way to the Hamic and crawls into the arms of his sunflower. watching the fireworks irrupt in the sky illuminating their faces with a variety of different colors.

“you OK baby?”

“Yea. Just a little too much wassail. i think…”

“Tipsy pink is a good look on you”

“oh, is that so~ well, the light from these fireworks is a very good look on you”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Soaking in yet another year of what they’ve built with each other 

“Happy new year Finn”

“happy new year My love”

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Faust✨🎮

He’s on call with Star. They talked about a lot of things. 

Life, Sex, trauma, how unbelievably sexy Arthur Morgan is.

Faust doesn’t really like alcohol. So he chugged a buzz ball at like 7:30 and shook his ass to Old FNAF Fan Songs for an hour. But now they were just chilling.  waiting for the ball to drop. 

“thanks for making the silence a little less silent starshine”

“thanks for being the friendly face that helps me bring in the new year”

“I would totally make out with you at midnight if you weren’t across the country”

“Yea Same”

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Auron 📚🖌️

Looking through the window of his office, Auron has an almost perfect view of town Square. He can see the people cheering hear the singers performing. but something or more accurately someone was missing. But just as the thought started to linger, he heard an all familiar knock. 

“Hello Rook~ come to ask me why I’m in the office so late..especially on New Year’s Eve”

“Actually. I was going to ask if you wanted me to show you a lot better off of a view than that office window of yours”

“what did you have in mind?”

Rook extends their hands gesturing for him to follow them. He reluctantly takes their hand before he is quickly pulled down the hallway.  many objections from him along the way. things like. 

“why are you running so fast?”

“Where are we going?”

Met with answers like

“Thats not important”

“You’ll see”

They stop at the end of an obscure hallway to a door.

“This is the door to the roof…”

“…..👀”

“OH! Where going to the roof!…why are wE-”

Rook swings open the door grabs his hand and runs up the stairs all the way to the rooftop

“…..” he looks at the city below him.

All of the lights, the people, the music

“I also got this bottle of really tasty strawberry champagne if w-…..Auron?…You ok?”

“Sorry i…I’ve never seen the city from up here…”

“Well now you know there’s a better view then that stuffy office of yours”

“……”

“Thank you for being with me this year Rookie. You’ve actually made this year enjoyable”

“you’ve made it easy”

Auron turns towards Rook and wraps his arms around them, and pulls them into a soft slow kiss

“happy new year…lover”

“Your never gonna let me live down that break room whisper. are you?”

“Nope. Not for a second”

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Happy new year’s guys

Love y’all to pieces