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cellythefloshie · 1 year ago

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【ＭＡＳＴＥＲＬＩＳＴ】 ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

written by @cellythefloshie updated 2023/09/25.

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【Ｏｔｔａｗａ　Ｓｅｎａｔｏｒｓ】

ᴊᴏꜱʜ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ

ᴊᴏꜱʜ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴋᴀᴛᴇ 3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴏꜱʜ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ…🔥3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭

【Ｐｈｉｌａｄｅｌｐｈｉａ　Ｆｌｙｅｒｓ】

【Ｐｉｔｔｓｂｕｒｇｈ　Ｐｅｎｇｕｉｎｓ】

ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴠɪʟʟɪᴇʀ

🐋 Indicates his time spent with the Vancouver Canucks.

ɪ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ🔥💖☀️5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣🐋✏️ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ 🔥☀️🚺🖋️ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ with Mat Barzal 💖🤝🐋 🚺📝 ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ 🔥 ꜰɪɴᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ 🔥 ɪ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ

ꜱɪᴅɴᴇʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱʙʏ

ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴊᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱɪᴅɴᴇʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱʙʏ…🔥3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 【Ｓａｎ　Ｊｏｓｅ　Ｓｈａｒｋｓ】

🦑 Indicates his time spent with the Seattle Kraken.

ᴀʟᴇx ᴡᴇɴɴʙᴇʀɢ

ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟᴇx ᴡᴇɴɴʙᴇʀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ… 3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭🦑

【Ｓｅａｔｔｌｅ　Ｋｒａｋｅｎ】

ᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴜɴɴ

🎶 Indicates his time spent with the St. Louis Blues.

ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ 🔥✨📝 ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴅᴜɴɴ 🔥💖🎶☀️✏️ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ 💖🖍️ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ 🔥💖🚺🎶📝 ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴏᴍ 🔥💖☀️✏️ 【Ｓ��　Ｌｏｕｉｓ　Ｂｌｕｅｓ】

【Ｔａｍｐａ　Ｂａｙ　Ｌｉｇｈｔｎｉｎｇ】

ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴇʟʟɪ

ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴇʟʟɪ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ… 🔥3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ 🔥✏️

ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʜᴀɢᴇʟ

ᴀ Qᴜɪᴄᴋɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʜᴀɢᴇʟ… 🔥💭 ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʜᴀɢᴇʟ ᴠᴏʟᴜɴᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ʜᴏᴄᴋᴇʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ… 3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 12 ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴᴋᴍᴀꜱ - ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ🔥❄️✏️ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ʙᴏɴᴅᴀɢᴇ 🔥🖍️ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ 5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ ✏️

ʙʀᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ

ʙʀᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ… 3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ᴀ/ʙ/ᴏ 🔥✏️

2020-2021 ʀᴏꜱᴛᴇʀ

🎬- extended scene of the previous chapter ❌ - deleted scene 🔄 - different POV of the previous chapter ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴡɪꜰᴇ🔥💖💍📝 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 🔄 | 09 | 10 | ❌ | 11 12 | ❌ | 🎬 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 🎬 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 🔥❄️🖋️ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇ 🔥❄️✏️ *500 ɢᴏᴀʟ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 🔥3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ 🔥📝

【Ｔｏｒｏｎｔｏ　Ｍａｐｌｅ　Ｌｅａｆｓ】

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ᴋɴɪᴇꜱ

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇ 🔥🖋️☀️

ᴍɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀɴᴇʀ

ᴍɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀɴᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ… 3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ 🖍️

ᴀᴜꜱᴛᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡꜱ

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ 🔥🖍️

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ with William Nylander. ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ 🔥 ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ part 1 🔥💖 ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ part 2 🔥

ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ɴʏʟᴀɴᴅᴇʀ

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ 🔥🖍️ 【Ｖａｎｃｏｕｖｅｒ　Ｃａｎｕｃｋｓ】

【Ｖｅｇａｓ　Ｇｏｌｄｅｎ　Ｋｎｉｇｈｔｓ】

【Ｗａｓｈｉｎｇｔｏｎ　Ｃａｐｉｔａｌｓ】

ᴘɪᴇʀʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄ ᴅᴜʙᴏɪꜱ

✈️ Indicates his time spent with the Winnipeg Jets.

12 ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴᴋᴍᴀꜱ - ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ🔥💖❄️✏️✈️ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ 🔥✏️ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ 🔥💖☀️🎁📝✈️

ᴛᴊ ᴏꜱʜɪᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀɴɴʏ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ 🔥��️

ᴛᴏᴍ ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴍ ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ’ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ… 🔥💭 【Ｗｉｎｎｉｐｅｇ　Ｊｅｔｓ】

ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ ʙᴀʀʀᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢɴɪɴɢ🔥🚺📝 ꜱɴᴀᴘꜱʜᴏᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ - ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ & ᴇᴍᴍʏ 🚺✏️

ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ʟᴏᴡʀʏ

ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ʟᴏᴡʀʏ… 🔥3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ʟᴏᴡʀʏ ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ’ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ… 🔥💭 12 ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴᴋᴍᴀꜱ - ꜱɴᴏᴡᴇᴅ ɪɴ🔥❄️✏️ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ 🔥✏️ ᴄʟɪɴᴄʜᴇᴅ 🔥💍✏️

ᴍᴇ & ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ 🔥❄️🤝🚺📝 ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ & ʏᴏᴜ 🎁☀️🚺📝 ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ extended cut 🔥 ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙʟᴜᴇ SNAPSHOT SERIES - ADAM & CHARLIE 🚺✏️

#masterlist #;; { consider this your new TBR }

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alwritey-aphrodite · 1 year ago

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Event Masterlist:

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2024 Summer Blurbs

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2024 Holiday Blurbs

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books-to-add-to-your-tbr · 1 year ago

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Title: Blame It on the Mistletoe

Author: Beth Garrod

Series or standalone: standalone

Publication year: 2021

Genres: fiction, romance, contemporary

Blurb: Elle is a social media star with the #DreamLife...or so it seems. Determined to shake up her content and gain new followers, she's on a mission: can she find a British fan to swap with for Christmas? Holly loves everything about Christmas...but after a mortifying mistletoe disaster with her ex, her perfect plans unravel like a bad Christmas sweater. Can Holly save the holidays when she switches places with her favourite social media influencer? Elle gets more than she bargained for when she meets the cute boy from across the street...and Holly wasn't expecting Elle to have a handsome twin brother. This holiday is full of surprises.

#blame it on the mistletoe #beth garrod #standalone #2021 #fiction #romance #contemporary

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lovebooksgroup · 1 year ago

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Get Ready to Embark on an Enchanting Journey! 📚❄️ Join the #VirtualBookTour of 'Rupert's Snowman' by @philllipawarden, a Whimsical Children's Fiction Adventure. Mark Your Calendars: November 6th - 14th. Let Your Imagination Soar with Us! Organised by @lovebookstours. Stay Tuned!

Get Ready to Embark on an Enchanting Journey! 📚❄️ Join the #VirtualBookTour of 'Rupert's Snowman' by @philllipawarden, a Whimsical Children's Fiction Adventure. November 6th - 14th. Let Your Imagination Soar with Us! Organised by @lovebookstours

COMING SOON Rupert’s Snowman by Phillipa Warden 6th – 14th November Genre – Children’s Fiction 3-5 years 44 pages Blurb First Place Winner in the Picture Books 5 & Younger category and Honorable Mention in the Holiday category at the 2021 Purple Dragonfly Book Awards! It’s Christmas Eve and a perfect snow day, or so it seems. Sledging, building snowmen, making snow angels and having…

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annarellix · 2 years ago

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The Scottish Ladies' Detective Agency By Lydia Travers (The Scottish Ladies Detective Agency #1)

When Maud McIntyre sets up her own private detective agency, she never imagines her first case will involve murder… A mystery in the Highlands? The Scottish Ladies’ Detective Agency is on the case!

Edinburgh, 1911: When Maud McIntyre and her lady’s maid, Daisy, form a detective agency, they never dream their first case will take place at a glamorous house in the Scottish Highlands. But when the Duchess of Duddingston, concerned that a notorious jewellery thief will target her lavish weekend party, employs Maud to go undercover as a guest to find the culprit, the agency has its first case to solve… Undercover with Daisy as her maid, Maud follows a trail of clues across the Duddingston House estate. And as she meets the weekend guests, she hopes one of them will reveal themselves as the jewellery thief. But when one of the house guests is discovered dead, Maud and Daisy realise they’re not only hunting precious gems, but a murderer… As Maud and Daisy investigate, they realise that a connection in Edinburgh might hold a vital clue that will help them solve the case. Travelling back to the city, Maud hopes that what she and Daisy uncover will help them piece together the mystery. But when Maud receives a telephone call from the Duchess requesting urgent assistance, she realises that the murderer didn’t have just one victim in mind. Speeding down the drive to Duddingston House, Maud and Daisy hear gunshots ring out across the estate. Will they reach the Duchess in time to save her? And might they catch the murderer in the act?

My Review: A gentlewoman who choose to work as Detective with her own lady’s maid: when I read the blurb I liked the idea and was curious about Maud and Daisy. When I met them I was glad to meet to two clever and unusual women who will be shunned for their gender and unusual work choice. Maud, a gentlewoman, is a suffragette and fights for social justice, Daisy is a very clever and vivacious woman. They’re a lovely couple that will not stop at anything when they want to investigate. There’s a lot of humour, there’s a lovely couple of MCs and there’s a solid mystery. I guessed the culprit but I didn’t guess why so I had a lot of fun in following the clues and trying to understand. I want to meet this lovely couple soon as I binge read this novel in one afternoon. Highly recommended. Many thanks to Bookouture for this arc, all opinions are mine

The Author: Lydia Travers was born in London. She moved progressively north until settling with her husband in a village on the edge of the Scottish Highlands. She has raised children, bred dogs and kept chickens; and for as long as she can remember has written for pleasure. A former legal academic and practitioner with a PhD in criminology, she now runs self-catering holiday accommodation, sings in a local choir and is walked daily by the family dog. Lydia also writes as Linda Tyler and her first novel under that name, Revenge of the Spanish Princess, won a 2018 Romance Writers of America competition for the beginning of an historical romance. Her second novel The Laird's Secret was Commended in the 2021 Scottish Association of Writers' Pitlochry Quaich competition for the beginning of a romantic novel. Mischief in Midlothian won the 2022 Scottish Association of Writers' Constable Silver Stag trophy. She has had a number of short stories published in magazines, journals and anthologies in the UK, the USA and Australia.

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cathygeha · 1 year ago

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REVIEW

Mistletoe & Christmas Kisses by Tracy Sumner

Tracy Sumner writes wonderful stories and had collected four of hers that have Christmas elements within them to give you a sense of not only the season but introduce you to wonderful characters and stimulating romances that will no doubt have you looking for MORE of her books to read. I have read only one of the four in this collection and look forward to reading the other three as a Christmas treat for myself. Below find the review written after reading The Ice Duchess in October of 2021:

The Ice Duchess by Tracy Sumner Prequel to the Duchess Society Series Swept into the past, I fell in love with Georgiana and Dexter. These two were definitely soul mates, if such exist! They may have had a rough patch for a while but thankfully things came right for them in the end! What I liked: * Georgiana: duchess, widow, educator of women on the marriage market, guarded, loves her freedom, reputation of being icy, potentially wooable if the right man comes along and woos well. * Dexter: Marquess soon to be duke, geologist, traveler, son, friend, responsible, aware of what he may have lost, determined to win the woman he truly wants for his duchess – the perfect book boyfriend! * The way the past was covered. * The setting * The honesty between the couple – and their communication * How well suited the two were for each other * The romance, gifts, steamy bits, and that I knew they truly cared for one another * That I was drawn in and came to care deeply about both characters * The depth of feeling Georgiana and dexter had for one another * The feeling that the two were well matched and equally yoked * All of it really except… What I didn’t like: * Being reminded that marriage in this era was a business transaction and women were treated as a commodity up for sale. * The reason Georgiana was married the first time. Did I like this book? YES! Would I read more in this series? Definitely!!! Thank you to the author for the ARC – This is my honest review. 5 Stars

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“The Ice Duchess book blew me away! Think Tessa Dare! One of the most romantic books I’ve read in a long time." ~Rynnie Reads ReviewsKiss a demanding duke, an aloof war hero, a charming scoundrel, and a cynical shipbuilder under the mistletoe this year! Friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, heroes who fall first, and second chance will keep you warm over the holidays with this award-winning series!**Series starter to the popular Duchess Society included in the set!**Chasing the DukeFCRW National Excellence in Fiction Award Winner GDRWA Booksellers’ Best FinalistIn the enchanting holiday anthology, an unwilling Duke, Tristan Tierney, and his defiant lady, Camille Bellington, navigate a journey of rediscovery and second chances. Camille, having retired from the ton with a marriage proposal, grapples with duty over love, but Tristan's return stirs unresolved emotions, leading to a perilous dance where childhood friendship evolves into a dangerous desire.Tides of DesireNJRW Golden Leaf Finalist Amidst the backdrop of small-town love in the Garrett Brothers trilogy, spirited physician Macy Dallas and boatbuilder Caleb Garrett embark on a friends-to-lovers romance. Fueled by Macy's fervent commitment to medicine and Caleb's dedication to the sea, their explosive passion challenges fears and fortifications. In a tempestuous dance, they discover a deepening love, realizing that opening their hearts is the key to possessing each other.The Ice DuchessBest Historical of the Year -- One Book More Reviews! Georgiana Whitcomb and her childhood obsession, Dexter Munro, the future Duke of Markham, find themselves entangled in a scorching attraction and a wicked past. A Christmas wager alters their destinies, forcing them to confront their desires. Will their passionate connection be enough to melt the Ice Countess' heart and fulfill a promise made in the throes of scintillating passion?To Desire a Scoundrel"A sexy tale filled with great verbal repartee." ~Romantic Times Katherine Peters and Tanner Barkley navigate a love lost and found. Tanner, a notorious scoundrel turned newspaperman, is determined to win back Katherine's heart despite her vow to forget him. Caught between the devil and desire, their undeniable love unfolds against the backdrop of an important career story, creating a tale of irresistible charm and undeniable passion. Don’t miss this steamy historical romance set from USA Today bestselling author Tracy Sumner!

434 pages, Kindle Edition

Published November 23, 2023

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 3 years ago

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Oooh how about baking holiday cookies! Or ICE SKATING!

Hey! Thanks for this. I'm gonna go with Calum.

Female Reader Insert.

CW: 18+ Content (Smut). Unprotected sex. Previously established relationship.

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Even from behind the closed door, Calum can hear the slight thump of bass coming from inside. The door, with a frosted glass cut out, gives just the faintest hint of the Christmas tree lights twinkling too. He just watches for a moment, sure that if the music were any louder and if the lights were any brighter, the neighbors would have quite a lot to say. But thanks to you, your house was loved amongst the neighborhood kids. At Halloween, in addition to candy kids were able to pick up a few Pokemon cards. Your love for the game never faded and though the habit could get expensive to pick up Trainer and Booster boxes, you'd grab a couple here and there. The rare cards you kept but the extras you stored away in boxes purposefully for Halloween. The cards didn't top the fact that you convinced Calum to buy mini and full size candy bars. Parents weren't pleased with the discovery, but Calum would bare all the sneers to watch you hand over a candybar to a kid who was just wide eyed at the sheer size.

And now with Christmas on the literal horizon, you'd put up a tall dinosaur dressed up as santa in the front yard. It was close enough to the street and had a little sign that alerted parents that the dinosaur was positioned for kid's photos. Originally, Calum wasn't found of the idea mostly because it felt too close, like it was breaching his bubble of security. He agreed to keep the dinosaur up only for a week, just to see. But when one morning about two days after the assemblage of said dinosaur, a parent stopped him on his way back to the house with the mail to tell Calum that his family had recently suffered the lost of a family member--an aunt--, to which the youngest child was having a hard time with. However, the aunt was into dinosaurs and got the youngest into them as well. It was seeing the dinosaur in the yard and being able to take a picture that brightened their day. Calum had to admit that then--right then and there--he'd listen to every whimsical decorative idea you had because even he didn't think about the impact a two feet and some change dinosaur could have. But it had. And he was seeing it right in front of his eyes.

And even if you are edging on too close to too loud on the music and the lights are burning dangerously close to red giants, Calum's undoubtedly knows that all of that is going to have an impact on someone who needs it for the better.

Cracking open the door, the original song fades out and a new one starts. It's your Christmas Playlist--he knows by the telltale sign of Aretha Franklin's rendition of Winter Wonderland. Duke's paws click on the hardwood floor as he trots up to Calum's leather cladded feet. "Mama's hasn't driven you too crazy yet, I see, with the Christmas music," Calum teases.

Your voice floats up from the kitchen, joining in. "Gone away is the bluebird. Here to say is the new bird. Who sings a love song as we go along."

Calum spends only a moment or two more with Duke before carrying the brown paper bag further into the house and dropping into the bar counter. "I come dawning whole milk, Crown Royal, and pomegranates."

You spin the sound of Calum's voice. "Thank you, Jesus will appreciate all your substitutions."

"Yeah, local grocers are short on myrrh at this time of year," he laughs in return, peeling out of the jacket to reveal the Empathy sweatshirt still underneath.

"You were only supposed to get milk," you note, pulling the milk and fruit out to place in the fridge. But the staple green label of Crown Royal Apple stares back at you.

"For that drink you mentioned."

If it weren't for your insistent need to have 'proper' milk with your cookies, Calum would still be lounging on the couch in his basketball shorts and sweatshirt. But it was just as your were about to prep the from-scratch vanilla cookie dough that you realized you'd be severely lacking in the milk department. Calum picked up the pomegrante on a whim, but did text you if you wanted one as well, which you'd be hard press to say no to if you're honest. The Crown Royal was a last minute addition. But you'd mentioned a couple weeks ago wanting to make yourself a whiskey based drink, something about an apple pie float or another. The house, though, severely lacked whiskey for such craving.

"Oh," you state and then give a hum. "Thanks, hun. You didn't have to."

Calum, once his shoes are removed, pads around the corner of the counter and into the kitchen. His hands settle on your hips, squeezing just a hair to prompt you to to turn around. When you do, he leans in and gives you a quick peck. "Don't even worry. It sounded interesting and I want in."

You shake your head with a small chuckle. "Of course you do."

Calum slides past, to grab his water bottle. He can see the assortment of baking supplies--baking soda, sugar, butter, bowls, vanilla, and more he can't precisely name or place at the moment--scattered on the kitchen counters. It doesn't look like you got far into the baking. "Do you want some help?" Calum asks after getting his sip down.

"Because we have the standing rule that I can't climb the counters anymore, I do need your help to get the KitchenAid down."

Calum's nod is curt and he turns to the cabinets. You wanted to leave it on the counter, but wound up being a bit too much clutter so you stored it away so it could put up.

The rule about no climbing only resulted from a spill you took. You'd successfully retrieved the mug from the shelf, but your landing back to the kitchen floor was not as graceful and you wound up flat on your back--the air was knocked out of you and there was a minor concussion. Calum's heart cannot withstand walking into the house and finding you unconscious on the floor a second time. So you made a rule--the two of you only having a few like whoever didn't cook has to clean up the kitchen and laundry has to be down on Thursdays--that you couldn't climb anything taller than a step stool without Calum present.

Was it overkill? Possibly. But you did it because it kept him sane and with everything else you're prone to doing, not climbing higher than what a step stool would allow was the least you could do. And while technically, you could reach the Kitchen Aid on your step stool you know doing so would make Calum nervous.

"One Kitchen Aid," Calum grunts just a little, "coming up," he emphasizes the last part of the phrase by placing it down onto the counter.

"Thank you, love." You stretch out for a kiss as you dry your hands from the washing.

Calum's eager to press another kiss to your lips. "Any time, dear."

You shudder at the pet name out of a reflexive inside joke that 'dear' makes you feel like you're 50. The snickers from Calum follow right on cue and he watches you shuffle around him. You measure out you flour and sugar.

The song changes again--or maybe it's been changing all this time and Calum only know noticed it. Eartha Kitt's voice filters through the speakers and you sway to the beat. The whirr of the mixture doesn't even seem to interrupt you as you stay on time with strings. And it shouldn't cause him to stop in his tracks. He'd been trying to clean out all the measuring cups and spoons and other smaller utensils so that the clean up wouldn't be too much once you'd finished. But just out of the corner of his eye, he can see you spinning and popping your hips in time to the music. It causes him to pause.

The oversized T-shirt, which was yours though Calum had most definitely stolen it himself to wear a couple of times when you'd been out of time, does just enough to hide way the fact that you're not wearing shorts underneath it and the purple underwear peak out too. And for a bikini cut style of undies, it's less peeking and more like stating it's presence. But you seem so gone in your own world, enjoying the music, and it's no different really than any other day you play music through the speakers.

But maybe it's because it's Christmas. And maybe it's also because Calum definitely remembers yesterday when he went to initiate something more intimate and while it started out well, he could clearly tell something was wrong--a headache you'd had for almost half the day and hadn't said anything about until he probed--so he canned it and instead immediately handed you water and dimmed the lights so you could nap.

He shifts his weight, feeling the strong twinge in his lower gut and turns back to the sink. He can at least wait for you to get the cookies into the oven. And maybe even that's a bad time because the cookies would only be in their for ten minutes top. He finishes cleaning the last bowl. The song's changed--this one more upbeat and he's can't immediately place it. But you can, evident by your singing. "Oh by the way, it's snowing!"

And then you're pressed up into the back of them, shaking and undoubtly grinding against his ass too. He laughs at first, the tuft of air falling out of him by the sheer surprise. "What are you doing?" he asks, looking over his shoulders.

You grin up at him, still singing as you push off. Then you're off. From the lower cabinets you pull out the cookie sheet and the wax paper. There was a glint, when you looked back at him, there was something there.

As you work on scoping out the dough, Calum toys with the idea of starting anything. But with another song change, the swelling strings and piano with Nat "King" Cole's voice filling the air, Calum knows he has to do something. So he slides up right behind you, at first he's just holding onto your waist and he's only really got his back pressed up against yours.

"Yes, Calum?"

He presses his nose into the skin of your neck, exposed by the collar of the t-shirt. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?"

"Oh, I'm doing nothing," you return and then gasps when he pressing his hips into the curve of your ass.

"I think you do."

For a moment the only thing you can do, is curl your fingers around the edge of the bowl and ice cream scooper you're using. "I-" your breath hitches interrupting the smart rebuttal as Calum's fingers dance along the hem of the t-shirt and along your thighs. "Okay, so maybe I do know what I'm doing."

"One question," Calum starts, dragging his nose up your neck and to the shell of your ear. "No smart ass answers."

"No smart ass answers," you breathe out. Calum cups you over your underwear.

"How long can the dough sit out?

"Dough freezes well--you'd be shocked."

He hums, grazing his teeth over your ear. It's silent for a moment. You can already think to ask why Calum's ask. But it's evident when he presses into your clit over the cotton of the underwear. "We can put cookies on pause?"

It turns up into a question, but he presses harder and you can feel the arousal leaking from you. A moan pushes up your throat and you nod. "We can pause cookies." His fingers disappear and before you can even beg for them to come back, they slip down under the panties. "Shit, let me--" his fingers play at the wetness gathering between your folds and interrupt your thought.

"What was that?"

You slam the scooper onto the counter, hands holding up your weight as Calum slowly circles your clit. "Fuck me," you huff out.

"I'd love to," Calum counters. "But not before I know you're ready." He continues the slow dance around your clit and every nerve in your body becomes alive, hot with anticipation and stimulation.

You press your ass harder against his hips, part of it to keep yourself balanced. Another part of you blindly seeking for something more. It's sinful--just how easy you give into and just how much you know you're coating his fingers right now. You can feel the gush. And there's not a damn thing you want to do to stop it. Calum's second hand tightens around your left hip.

He hates this, hates how his whole body melts into yourself because he used to get a thrill out knowing that you'd cave first. Sure it's selfish, or egotistical of him to want to keep that one up. But now, it's the both of them--almost in an instant, he too can become puddy. And he loves it. He wouldn't want to become puddy for another soul out there but you. Because who else could get him absolutely this hard just by existing in the world. Because who else is going to mewl and arch their back like you do just for him.

"I swear," you heave out, and his fingers speed up. "I swear to Christ."

"Swear what?" Calum asks.

"I don't even know," you laugh and it turns up into a moan. You press back harder into him. "Calum, please. I want you. All of you. And these cookies."

"Yes, yes, the cookies," Calum snickers, kissing at your neck. "I just want to savor it, can you give me just a little bit longer on that?"

You nod, a hum falling out of your throat as he adds more pressure but keeps the same steady speed on your clit. You're not even mad really. Not with the way your body's warming and the faintest hint of Calum's cologne trickles into your nose. You're not sure if it's from the last time he wore the sweatshirt or the outer coat, but either way, you let yourself breathe in deeply. The first time you caught a whiff of it he held open the door for you and that was in passing. You were behind him and he happened to glance back just enough to spot you. You caught it again when you stepped onto the elevator with him. And the scent followed you the entire day, no matter where you went you'd catch phantom whiffs of the musky scent in your nostrils.

And now it's faint. It faintly tickles your nose--the scent. But you know that smell anywhere. Turning your head just a little, you look up at Calum. His eyes are closed, with his impossibly long eyelashes, and slowly he blinks them open to look back at you. His fingers are a little faster now, but for the moment it feels like it's all happening in slow motion. The smile he gives you, watching as your eyes flutter in the pleasure and the way you nod your head for him to come closer, and the kiss which is more like heavy exhales.

It's all slow motion.

Sliding out of your panties. Him getting himself free on his sweatpants and boxers. The first stretch. Then pause. Then the re-enter. It's all flashes--like the shutter of a film camera capturing the moment the blink when the world ceases to exist as Calum snaps his hips into yours. And snap isn't even the right word as he's carefully and steadily pushing in and pulling out of you.

It's all slow motion and silent as Calum watches your jaw fall slack. And he knows he should be hearing the way you're panting and no doubt encouraging him. But he's swallowing in the details of your face--the mole and freckles, the texture to your skin, the small smile you give and that's how he knows you're getting closer and closer to your release.

"I love you," you hum.

Calum just barely catches the confession as time speeds back up. There's a new song playing. He's panting just as much as you are. And it's not the first time you've said it to each other. But it's how softly you say it, as if you don't want it to be heard by anyone else. Though no one else can hear it.

Calum slows his pace, not quite stopping, but definitely slower than where he was before. "I love you." He omits the 'too' because it's not in tandem, or reliant on your love. He loves you in all sense of it being present and of his own will.

You kiss him this time, as much as you can. And in the midst of the kiss, your orgasm washes over you. It makes you shudder and it's helped by the way Calum clings to you, as if everything would shatter if he let you go.

The squeeze of you causes a stutter in Calum's pace and you hold tight as you can around him. He comes not too long after with a hiss and grunt into the skin of your neck. And even with the playlist still going strong, the only thing you can focus on is the way that Calum breathes heavily and the way you're trying to steady your own breathing too.

There's a couple more kisses. Calum rests his head onto your shoulder, his heart still strumming hard in his chest. He squeezes at your waist. You hum and drop your head back as much as you can into him as well. "Awkward clean up time?" you joke.

He laughs, though for a moment he has to shakes head to keep himself together. "You okay?"

"Never better," you return.

"Well, until you get your cookies."

"I didn't think I was comparing you to the cookies," you joke. "Feels a bit unfair to you."

Calum scoffs though he laughs too. "Fuck off."

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harrysfolklore · 2 years ago

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putting the christmas tree with harry !!

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The calendar marked that it was December the 19, and you and Harry still didn't have a single Christmas decoration up in your house.

To be fair, you just spent the past month travelling across South America for Harry's last shows of 2022, but now after a quick stop in Los Angeles, you were finally home in London.

So after complaining about how your house looked so sad and dragging Harry to the nearest store to buy some decorations and a tree, your plan of the evening that consisted on getting your house in the Christmas mood started.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go." you and Harry sang along to Michael Bublé's voice that played on the speakers.

"Oh Christmas songs, I am your slave." Harry said as he passed you a couple of ornaments to hang on the tree.

"Did you just quote your tweet from 2014?" You turned around to look at him with a small smile, he was wearing a red jumper with brown corduroy pants and everything about him looked cuddly.

You loved being home with him.

"I don't know, maybe," he shrugged before continuing, "Mum called, wants to know if we're still coming this weekend."

"Of course we are, Christmas with the Styles for the second year, I wouldn't miss that for anything." you happily said, over the two years you and Harry have been together, his family had become your second one, they received you with open arms last Christmas and made you feel like one of them.

"Remember how nervous you were last year?" a smile made its way to Harry's face as he remembered last year's Christmas, since you and Harry started dating during his 2021 tour, you only had the chance to meet his mum and sister once when they visited him for one of his shows in LA, and Christmas was going to be your second meeting.

"Give me a break, okay? It was my second time meeting your mom and I was going to crash in her house for the holidays, of course I was going to be nervous." you told him as you hung more ornaments and decorations in your tree, it was almost done and you were very happy with the results.

"And they ended up loving you, baby, just like I told you," he moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pressing a few kisses to the side of your face, making you lean into him "Tree looks good, we did a great job." he kissed the side of your face again, lingering his lips there for a minute.

"We? Harry I basically did all of that on my own while you sang Christmas songs the entire time." you playfully complained, turning around to face him and place your hands on his stomach, the material of his jumper soft in your hands.

"Heyyyy! That was mean!" he made his typical 'Heyyy' face, making you throw your head back as you laughed.

“I’m so happy to be spending the holidays with you again,” you ignored his complaints and decided to be soft for a minute. It was the perfect season for it, after all, “This year was just amazing, and I can't wait to see what next year has for us, if you'll still have me, of course."

"Baby! Of course I'll have you, I'm wrapped around your little finger and you know that," he kissed your nose sweetly, making you scrunch your face a little, "Besides, who's going to put up my tree next Christmas if you're not around? I'm going to turn into Scrooge!" you rolled your eyes with affection before speaking.

"So that's the only reason why we're dating? Because I put together amazing Christmas trees?" you decided to play along with him.

"That and your fantastic arse." he placed his hands in your bum making you squeal and laugh.

"Wish I could said that your arse is fantastic too but," he raised his brow, waiting for you to finish your sentence, "I was taught not to lie to others."

"Oh come on, my arse is spectacular and you know it," you laughed at his antics again, he could be such a man-child sometimes, "You're being so mean to me today, I might have to do something about it."

"Yeah? Like what?" it was your turn to raise your brow and tilt your head, waiting for his answer.

"I'm putting you on my naughty list." he grabbed you by the hips, making your chest collide with his, you instantly moved your hands to place them on his neck.

"You have a naughty list? Who else is there?" your eyes moved to his lips for a moment, dying to taste the red wine he had been drinking from them.

"Just you, actually." he smirked and finally kissed your lips, happiness filling both of you to be home for the holidays.

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miracleonice87 · 3 years ago

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Just sent in NateMac... OR 2or8 with Sid, you pick lol

It's on this holiday they decide to try for a baby (2) - with Sidney Crosby 🎄

from m’s winter prompt list 2021

a/n: she kind of a heavy one, y’all. fun and sweet turned passionate and weighty. typical M shit, you know.

word count: 2,617 (this got outta control and will def be the longest one of these blurbs lol - still four blurbs remaining!)

warnings: swearing, alcohol, children, talk of pregnancy / starting a family, allusions to sex / fertility, Sid wanting to be a dad(dy) which def needs a warning

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It was Christmas Eve at the Crosby house, the third you and Sidney had spent together as a married couple. With a Christmas Day blizzard threatening your original plans to spend the short break from hockey in Nova Scotia with Sid’s family, you had called an audible and decided to stay in your own home this year, playing host to the other guys and their families who, too, had remained in Pittsburgh. You had cooked an impeccable turkey, thanks to your grandmother’s trusty recipe, and baked no less than six dozen cookies for everyone to decorate throughout the evening, ensuring that the kids had plenty to take home “for Santa” that night.

Sid had quickly shifted from being disappointed about the change in your holiday plans to excited about sharing the holiday with his teammates, their partners, and particularly, their numerous children, an aspect that hadn’t yet been added to your and Sid’s dynamic, but something that you both privately thought you should consider changing, and maybe sooner rather than later.

Excited about the idea of having small children around, Sid had dug through the basement to find his old board games – Battleship, Monopoly, and Candyland to name just a few – and had pulled his deck of cards from his travel bag to ensure that the kids had plenty to do in your normally kid-free home. What was more, he set out for a quick Target run and came back with not only a Starbucks peppermint mocha for you, but several bags of stockings. You smiled softly when he began to empty the bags onto the ottoman, curling up on the arm of the couch beside him.

“Who are all those for, love?” you inquired, quickly glancing to your mantle where only three stockings hung – yours, his, and his beloved, aging “puppy” (as he still called her) Sam’s.

He threw you a lopsided grin over his shoulder and pointed to each of the stockings.

“Alex, Victoria, Nikita, Hunter, Brayden, Caden, and Emersyn,” he rattled off, naming each of the children who would be at the house in just a couple of hours. “Then, I got tags to hook on each of them so we can write their names,” Sid said, his sheer delight about having the kids at the house on Christmas Eve contagious. “I just thought it would be nice. Might make them happy.”

You smoothed your hand over the nape of his neck and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“That’s sweet, babe,” you cooed, your nails scratching softly at his scalp. “This will definitely make them happy. They’re gonna love it.”

Sid preened. “You think?”

You nodded, nuzzling your nose against his temple. “I know so,” you assured, squeezing his shoulder before getting up from the couch to continue your preparations for the party. “That’s why you’re the best Uncle Sid,” you pointed out with a wink. “And why you’ll be the best dad.”

Though you’d said it casually before turning toward the fridge to start assembling the charcuterie board, Sid couldn’t help but beam, staring after you as you went about your task. He rubbed his thumb over the soft fleece of the stocking he held, looking wistfully at the decoration and dreaming of the day he’d be able to add another to your mantle, for a little one of your own. Or two. Or forty. However many you’d let him.

But there would be plenty of time for that. And so for now, Sid picked up the tags and a marker and set out to assign each young guest a stocking, all while dreaming of those Christmases to come.

Hours later, a festive frenzy had fallen over the house, replacing the quiet coziness of just the two of you together with your senior pup. After a thoroughly enjoyed dinner, the kids chased each other through the entire main floor and tossed plush faux snowballs in every direction, the guys donned matching Penguins Santa hats as they sipped on egg nog and hot toddies, and the partners huddled in their sweats and Uggs, glasses of wine in hand as they giddily caught up with one another.

All was as it should be, until a distinct thud echoed from the hallway, followed by immediate whines coming from one of the littlest of the group, Victoria, and a round of “ooh”s and groans from the dads who had watched the unfortunate collision unfold. Victoria’s little head had evidently caught the corner of the wall as she tried to turn into the living room to make her escape from big brother Alex who trailed behind her, now looking remorseful and concerned.

“Uh oh. Saw that comin’,” Sid mumbled as he swiftly rose from his perch on the couch, the nearest to the scene of the crime, and made his way to Victoria. Just as he reached her, her cries hit a screeching peak, but Sid was undeterred. He gathered the crying girl he loved so much into his arms, easily lifting her by her elbows, and stood rubbing her back.

“I know, V,” he cooed. “That really hurt, didn’t it?”

Victoria nodded against his shoulder, swiping at her wet eyes with the backs of her little hands. Sid pressed a kiss to the side of her head, cradling it gently in one hand.

“I didn’t mean to!” sweet Alex insisted, his high voice trembling from the tears in his eyes. Sid immediately shook his head.

“We know you didn’t, bud. It’s nobody’s fault,” he assured, smoothing a hand over Alex’s dark hair as the boy bashfully wrapped himself around Sidney’s legs.

Catherine lifted her brows, giving you a look. “Damn, he’s good,” she muttered from behind her wine glass, Natalie snickering beside her.

“Yeah, don’t take this the wrong way, babe, but that was kinda hot,” Megan Carter concluded with a cackle, earning a poke in the side from you as you handed an approaching Kris an ice pack, reading his mind.

“Don’t start,” you warned through your teeth, though the smirk on your lips gave you away as you gazed back at Sid once more.

Sid was now seated on the step with Victoria on his lap.

“Can you show me where it hurts, V? Hmm?” he asked just as Kris approached with the compress, squeezing his little girl’s calf affectionately as he, too, crouched to her level, though he knew she was in capable hands under the care of Uncle Sid.

Victoria nodded, then sat up from Sid’s hold and pointed to her forehead, where, sure enough, there was already a bump forming. Thankfully, though, no skin had been broken nor further injury inflicted.

“Ouch,” Sid said softly, affirming the girl’s pain. “Well, it’s gonna hurt for a little bit but the good news is, I think you’re gonna be okay. And you’re just as beautiful as ever,” he said warmly, making Victoria giggle.

“Merci beaucoup,” the girl said quietly, throwing her arms around Sid’s neck. He hugged her back with a bright laugh as your eyes met his over her shoulder, and he threw you a wink.

“Pas de problème, ma chérie,” he replied, letting go of Victoria as she turned toward her dad, hugging him and accepting the ice pack before seeming to forget about the incident just minutes later, though the tenderness of your husband’s reaction to it stayed with you much longer than that.

Later in the night, after a few board games, when the kids finally started to wind down and slowly find their way to the living room, Megan tapped their family’s copy of “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” which Caden had brought in tucked under his arm as if it were his prized possession, announcing as he laid it on the coffee table that it was tradition in their household that someone read it each Christmas Eve, no matter where or with whom they celebrated the holiday.

“So, who should read the story to us tonight, guys?” Megan asked, raising her brows at the kids as they glanced around the room.

It was little Emersyn whose eyes landed on your husband and who raised a chubby little finger to point toward him.

“Oh, you want Sid to read to us?” Megan asked, Jeff smirking beside her.

“Me?” Sidney asked the little one, surprised that of both of her parents and all the others in the room, it was he who she had chosen.

Sure of herself, Emersyn nodded. And not only that, but with a coy smile, she slid down from the couch, pulled the book from the table, and made her way to Sid, raising her arms his direction as an invitation to him.

His heart melting, Sid obliged, scooping Emersyn up and settling her on one side, just as you curled into his other, your hands rounding his bicep as you took in the sweet scene right before your eyes. And, from the corner of them, you spotted other wives, namely the ones with children, cooing over the moment, too, from where their hands covered their mouths. You gave the girls a knowing glance as Sid opened the book and began to read, his concentrated, animated tone evoking a warmth in your belly.

“'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house; not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there…” he spoke, lifting his eyebrows to emphasize the prospect of Santa’s coming arrival. You grinned, settling your head on his shoulder just as he curled his free hand around your thigh with an affectionate squeeze.

“The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads,” he continued, and at that portion, you heard him swallow thickly, taking a quick breath to steady his voice before he went on. “And ma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,” he read.

“Ma and Pa right there,” Jake muttered from behind his glass of bourbon with a nod toward you, making Bryan and Jeff chuckle.

Though you playfully narrowed your eyes at them, Sid murmured a, “damn straight,” that knocked the smile from your lips in favor of a straight line, shocked by his sentiment in front of the group. The girls giggled around the room and you felt your face heat as you buried your face in the crook of Sid’s neck, while he went on as if it were nothing.

The rest of the story captivated you far more than it did the children, if only for the way Sid engaged them all with his intonations, character voices, and sound effects, making them bubble with laughter and mimic him excitedly. Sure, he was entertaining them, but he had you absolutely mesmerized. His being attentive to any and all children around him was nothing new, but this… being huddled together in your home, cozy in front of the fire on Christmas Eve, Sid with a toddler on his lap and more little ones settled around him on the couch and at his feet on the floor, not to mention the way he had cared so lovingly for Victoria… this made you ache. Made you yearn. Made it so easy to picture future scenes just like these, but instead of his teammate’s children, they would be your own. Sidney’s own. Yours and Sidney’s.

You remembered Kelsey and Kayla and Megan and Catherine and more telling you that when you were ready, you would know. And when he was ready, you would know. Call it (future) mother’s intuition, call it a biological clock. Whatever it was, you felt it stirring within you, sending a message you had never quite heard this loud or clear.

It was time. You knew it was time.

And from the look in Sid’s sparkling hazel eyes as he read the final, classic, “But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight, ‘Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night,’” then looked down at you, you were more certain that he knew it, too.

After that, as much as Sidney had enjoyed the day with a full house, he just wanted to be alone with you. Craved it. That singular focus he was famous for was pointed only, fully, at you. After he’d finished reading and the two of you had bid your goodbyes, he could hardly get the last of the guests – the Letangs and the Malkins, to neither of your surprise – out of the door speedily enough before he closed it behind them, then turned toward you and blew out a frazzled breath he seemed to have been holding for hours now.

“Do we even need to talk about it?” Sid asked, his steps toward you from the door quick and determined.

“No.” You barely had a moment to breathe out the word before he captured your lips in a searing, longing kiss, his hands squeezing needily at the flesh of your hips, a hungry groan leaving his lips and vibrating against your own.

“Do you even know how much I adore you?” Sidney whispered against the shell of your ear before ducking his head to trail his tongue along your neck, eliciting a gasping moan from your throat.

“I do, Sidney,” you whispered, cradling his head against your skin. “I swear I do.”

He pulled back to take you in, his nose just centimeters from yours, as he searched your eyes.

“Do you even know how badly I want to see you as a mother?” he asked, pressing his hips into yours as a whine fell from your mouth. “How much I want to give you children? My children? Our children.”

You swallowed hard, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Show me,” you offered in a whisper, lips closing around Sidney’s earlobe as your teeth grazed the soft skin there. “Please.”

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Hours later, long after midnight had struck, signaling the start of Christmas Day, Sid lay with his head against your bare shoulder, his fingers mindlessly tracing shapes on your lower belly. You decided to take the quiet moment to voice your primary fear about entering this next phase of life.

“It might not happen right away, Sid,” you whispered, voicing it to your husband as much as yourself. “You know?”

Sid nodded, lifting his head to settle it on his pillow and meet your eyes.

“I know, babe,” he assured firmly. “That’s okay. However long it takes, it’s okay. I just… we’ll make it happen. One way or another. Alright? I promise you that.”

Tears blurred your vision before dripping down your temple, swept away in moments by Sid’s knuckles.

“Okay,” you concurred, knowing better than to think you needed to ask if he was sure, if he was certain, if he knew the full extent of what he had just vowed. You knew. You knew he knew. He was Sid – he always meant it.

“Now, with that said, I need you to promise me something,” Sid said, slowly stroking your cheek with his thumb. You nodded. “I need you to promise me that you won’t put pressure on yourself to make this happen right away. Or ever. Okay? Whether it happens right away or it takes longer than we thought, I need you to take care of you first. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded again, folding yourself into his arms where he held you reverently, kissing the top of your head.

“Promise,” you mumbled, your face smushed against his neck. “I love you, Sidney.”

You felt Sid smile. “I love you so much.”

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autumnslance · 2 years ago

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We're a month from the start of Year 6 of the FFXIV Write!

Time certainly does fly.

The FFXIV Write was started by @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast on Tumblr in 2017, originally in November. A writing event for those not trying NaNoWriMo, but wanting break perfectionism, break slumps, just write and post something, get in that groove again.

In 2017 that was something I desperately needed; I had fallen out of both Roleplay and Writing, was in a creative slump. I was in a stressful life situation that was sapping my energy and confidence. So I needed something to get me writing again, and very short, rough blurbs about Dark Autumn each day opened the floodgates for me, leading to my eventually writing about a certain damn rogue and other NPCs.

The only free day in 2017 was American Thanksgiving. In 2018, Moen added a few more free/make-ups days on weekends as well as the holiday. In 2018 my life situation had changed for the better. I decided to rough out some ideas for the WoL I had created for my own ficverse, Aeryn Striker. I was still sorting her out, but the fills formed a basis for going forward and refining. I was a raffle winner that year, and that was one of the earliest, if not the first, art I got for Aeryn from @diskwrite-ffxiv.

There was a poll, and it was decided 2019 onward would be in September. Free/make-up days were on Sundays again. I think that was also when we started using the Spreadsheet, as there got to be too many entries plus Tumblr changes made it difficult to track through the tags, and this also opened up the event off of Tumblr. That was also the first year I started using the free days to keep writing. I had so many ideas, thanks to Shadowbringers and talking about OCs with friends. I started making tentative inroads on publicly posting an OC/NPC ship, something I had never done before, thanks to the support and encouragement.

Most of 2020's fills were unrelated one-offs. One of the last prompts pulled a surprise backstory idea on me, I rolled with it for the deadline, and that was it--I thought. In 2021, that oddball prompt from the year before snowballed into a good half of the fills being related to that backstory and what that meant for Aeryn (and made Thavnair in Endwalker hilarious to me).

It still kills me when I wrote things in the years before Shadowbringers and Endwalker came out and some older content was reworked, and then I compare certain little details to my writing.

I owe the FFXIV Write a lot; I've found cool stories and the people behind them, made mutuals and even friends, and got back on track with my creativity. Most of my prompt fills have ended up on Ao3; some in dedicated FFXIV Write threads, some scattered around existing themed threads or their own standalone stories. The backstory fills from 2021 I'm wrangling into an edited, cohesive (I hope) longfic. Several have been edited after the month is over, polishing up what I wasn't able to initially. Many have been left in their original rough state. Some things may even be gently retconned/reworked by now. But I've posted something nearly every day for the month for the last 5 years of this event, and hope to again for the 6th.

So to get ready for that, over the month of August 2022, I’ll be reblogging my past FFXIV Write prompt fills each afternoon, from 2017 through 2021. On the hours between 1:00pm and 5:00pm US Central Standard Time, there'll be posts. A block of time may be empty for the 5 or so free days I did take early on. There's about 145 posts (plus a couple extras and whatever I post currently) to read in varying length and quality, to cringe at and enjoy, and maybe even inspire myself as I reread, while we prepare for FFXIV Write 2022.

#FFXIVWrite #FFXIVWrite2022 #FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #Lyn Writing #Lyn Meta #Blogging #About Me

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libertybri · 3 years ago

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MASTERLIST #1

Started: 10/16/2021

Completed: 04/18/2024

Total Works: 100

Author’s Pick: 🌟

Fallout 4

preferences

VARIOUS FLIRTING LINES (x)

KIDS MAKING A COMIC ABOUT SOLE (x)

SOLE ASKING FOR A KISS (x)

SOLE HAVING A FEAR OF BEING POISONED (x)

SOLE BEING HIT ON (x)

SOLE HAVING LONG, STRONG NAILS AND USING THEM TO KILL SOMEONE (x)

SOLE COMING OUT AS AROMANTIC (x)

SOLE ASKING THEM HOW THEY’RE SINGLE (x)

SOLE TEACHING THEM / ASKING THEM TO PLAY CHESS (x)

WHAT I THINK THEIR ELEMENT WOULD BE (x)

BLUNT, SEEMINGLY UNFEELING!SOLE ASKING THEM OUT (x)

WHAT COSTUMES THEY WOULD WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN (x)

HOW THEY WOULD REACT TO A “HAUNTED” HOUSE (x)

HOW THEY WOULD PLAY SIMS 4 (x)

SOLE FEELING GUILTY ABOUT MOVING ON (x)

THEY MEET AN AMAZONIAN-LIKE SOLE (x)

[!] MAGNOLIA, NISHA, + WILLIAM BLACK CATCH-UP (x)

SOLE FALLING AND GETTING AN OUCHIE (x)

[!] GLORY + TINKER TOM CATCH-UP (x)

SHORT!SOLE ASKING TO SLOW DANCE (x) 🌟

PET NAMES FOR THEM + SOLE (x)

BEST TO WORST AT “DOING THE DEED” (x)

SEEING SOLE’S HIDDEN TATTOO’S FOR THE FIRST TIME (x)

SOLE HAS A MASSIVE COLLECTION OF POWER ARMOR (x)

SOLE GETS TOSSED OFF OF A MECHANICAL BULL (x)

JOINING SOLE IN THE SHOWER AND FINDING THEM WITH A “SOAP MOHAWK” (x) 🌟

F!SOLE SITS IN THEIR LAP (x)

THEY MEET A SMALL, SPRY SOLE (x)

CHUBBY, INSECURE!SOLE LEAVES THEM BEHIND AND THEY CONFRONT THEM (x)

MAXSON SENDS SOLDIERS TO A PEACEFUL SANCTUARY TO CAUSE SOME TROUBLE , original companions only + codsworth and strong (x)

[!] JACK CABOT, EDWARD DEEGAN, CODSWORTH, + TRAVIS MILES CATCH-UP (x)

[SLIGHTLY NSFW] SOLE THAT DRESSES LIKE A 50’S HOUSEWIFE HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS (x)

FINDING OUT SOLE’S SPOUSE WAS ABUSIVE (x)

SOLE GETS THEIR ATTENTION BY SAYING “HEY HONEY” (x) 🌟

SOLE ASKING IF THEY THINK THEY’RE PRETTY (x)

TALL, STRONG M!SOLE HUGS THE BREATH OUT OF THEM (x) 🌟

SOLE IS SCARED OF THE DARK (x)

THEY COMFORT SOLE ON THEIRS AND THEIR DEAD SPOUSE’S ANNIVERSARY (x)

SOLE SAYS “FUCK” BASICALLY AS OFTEN AS THEY BREATHE (x)

CRUSHING!NPC SEE A SHIRTLESS, BUFF M!SOLE FOR THE FIRST TIME (x)

SOLE WAKES THEM UP WITH KISSES (x)

HOW MANY CHILDREN THEY WOULD HAVE (x)

JOHN WICK AS SOLE (x)

COMPANIONS FALL INTO WORM HOLE AND SEE THEIR YOUNGER SELVES (x)

one shots

MACCREADY X PREGNANT!SOLE , “naptime for the general” (x)

CODSWORTH X GN!SOLE , “the after-battle cry” (x)

GAGE X F!SOLE , “ya don’t care what they think?” (x)

X6-88 X GN!SOLE , “close game” (x)

MACCREADY X BLUNT!GN!SOLE , “you are just so hard to read” (x)

GAGE X GN!SOLE , “it won’t kill you” (x)

MACCREADY X GN!SOLE , “too many distractions” (x) 🌟

ELDER MAXSON X GN!SOLE , “riled up” (x)

MASON X GN!SOLE , “only me” (x)

X6-88 X GN!SOLE , “fruit stand” (x)

HANCOCK X GN!SOLE , “you are my sunshine” (x) 🌟

DANSE X GN!SOLE , “rainy holidays” (x)

filthy smut

GAGE X F!SOLE (x) 🌟

blurbs / drabbles

DEACON AND F!SOLE’S FIRST KISS (x) 🌟

F!SOLE CALLS GAGE, MASON, SAVOY, AND WILLIAM BLACK HER “SPECIAL BOYS” (x)

HANCOCK AND F!SOLE’S FIRST KISS (x) 🌟

headcanons

JEALOUS COMPANIONS , danse, deacon, maccready, gage (x)

YOUNG!SOLE RUNS THE GAUNTLET , gage, mason, mags black, nisha, william black (x)

DAD!GAGE , kid + teen headcanons (x) 🌟

NATIVE AMERICAN!SOLE KILLS COLTER WITH A SINGLE ARROW , gage, mason, mags black, nisha, william black (x)

CRUSHING!COMPANIONS AND HOW THEY ACT AROUND A CRUSHING!SHY!SOLE , hancock, deacon, gage, cait, maccready (x)

ROMANCED!GAGE (x)

CRUSING! + ROMANCED!DANSE COMPLIMENTING SOLE (x)

Fallout 3

preferences

VARIOUS FLIRTING LINES (x)

LONE ASKING FOR A KISS (x)

WHAT COSTUMES THEY WOULD WEAR FOR HALLOWEEN (x)

M!LONE COMES OUT AS GAY (x)

THEY GET F!LONE PREGNANT / M!LONE GETS THEM PREGNANT (x)

[!] AMATA CATCH-UP (x)

M!LONE COMES OUT AS BI (x)

[!] THREE DOG CATCH-UP (x)

LONE IS A TATTOO ARTIST / GIVES THEM A TATTOO (x)

F!LONE GIVES THEM HER LATE FATHER’S WEDDING BAND (x) 🌟

BLUNT, SEEMINGLY UNFEELING!LONE ASKS THEM OUT (x)

PET NAMES FOR THEM + LONE (x)

F!LONE SITS IN THEIR LAP (x) 🌟

[!] LUCAS SIMMS CATCH-UP (x)

LONE ASKS IF THEY THINK THEY’RE PRETTY (x)

LONE GETS THEIR ATTENTION BY SAYING “HEY HONEY” (x)

USUALLY CALM, LOGICAL LONE SEES THEIR DAD FOR THE FIRST TIME ON THE SURFACE AND PUNCHES HIM (x)

one shots

BUTCH DELORIA X F!LONE , “you could have anyone” (x) 🌟

BUTCH DELORIA X F!LONE , “question 9” (x)

BUTCH DELORIA X M!LONE , “compromise” (x)

filthy smut

NONE

blurbs / drabbles

BUTCH AND F!LONE’S FIRST KISS (x) 🌟

YOUNG!MACCREADY LEARNS ABOUT LOVE FROM F!LONE AND BUTCH (x) 🌟

CHARON AND F!LONE HAVE A LITTLE VACATION (x)

headcanons

BUTCH CRUSHING ON GN!LONE (x)

BUTCH ROMANTICALLY WITH M!LONE (x)

NPC [FULL PREFERENCE LIST] HUGCANONS (x)

GOB + MOIRA AS TRAVELING COMPANIONS (x)

FALLOUT NEW VEGAS

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SIX WRITES THEIR NAME ON THEIR ARM (x)

SIX GETS THEIR ATTENTION BY SAYING “HEY HONEY” (x) 🌟

SIX’S ONLY REVENGE ON BENNY IS BURNING HIS COAT (x)

THEY WALK IN ON SIX IN THE LUCKY 38 KITCHEN BEING A BREAD GREMLIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (x)

one shots

BENNY X F!COURIER , “IOU” (x)

filthy smut

NONE

blurbs / drabbles

NONE

headcanons

RAUL FLUFFY/ROMANTIC (x)

#fallout #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout fanfic #fallout companions

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