#christmas tree allergy news

[craneum]

I went from uni where I had no exposure to allergens to my family home where I am being constantly exposed to both cats and pine trees and I am not coping well

[sometimesanalice]

Make You Mine This Season

Summary: It’s your second Christmas with Bradley and the holidays are always better with him by your side. After the perfect day out, you come home with a new accessory- just not the one you were hoping for.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 8K

Warnings: so much fluff and some allusions to smut and a cast that looks like a candy cane.

(Author’s Note: set in the Oh, Christmas Tree universe, can be read on its own)

You can’t fight the smile on your face as you watch Bradley studiously stare at the Christmas tree with a delicate glass icicle ornament dangling from his long finger.

“I think it need to go a little to the left, Roos,” you say, watching the way the little golden thread attached to it gleams from the many strands of white lights he had spun around it earlier in the afternoon.

The contrast between your handsome Naval aviator boyfriend and the very large, very fluffy pink Christmas tree he had bought for you would never not thoroughly charm you. 

“Here?” he asks, moving the dainty icicle to the left per your suggestion.

“Maybe just a bit up?”

Bradley moves it and holds it up to a spot near the little glass Hawaiian shirt ornament you’d gotten for him. He was so amused by it that he’d given it what he called a place of honor on the tree.

“Hmm, no. I think back to the right and down a smidge.”

He turns and shoots you a smirk over his broad shoulder, “Ok, now you’re just messing with me.” 

And then he hangs it on the tree with a flourish.

You laugh when he steps back and gives a dramatic sweep of the hand that would put Vanna White to shame.

Ever the showman.

He had been so excited when he’d found the ornaments in the storage locker he’d kept in Virginia earlier in the summer when the two of you had taken a quick trip to there to pack up the remaining things he’d left behind and bring them home.

The sleeves on the flannel plaid shirt he is wearing are rolled up highlighting his forearms and that snug fitting tank and the ridges of his abs on full display. You’d taken the liberties to sneak in a few glances as he’d bent over to grab ornaments out of the large plastic storage container you keep them in.

It’s an easy choice to abandon the silvery glittery Fa-la-la-la garland that you had been working on hanging on that tricky bit of wall space beneath the stairs to come stand next to him by the tree.

Plus, you know that you can get Bradley to put it up for you- even though he hates the feeling of glitter on his hands- if you offer to make him an Old Fashioned in exchange.

He drapes his arm over your shoulders and drops a kiss to the top of your head as you wrap your arms around his waist, the two of you taking a moment to admire the pretty twinkling tree in front of you with Bob Hope crooning softly on the background.

You love this tree.

And not because it is the most wonderfully ostentatious thing you’ve ever seen. Or because he’d surprised you with it when he asked you to move in with him the year before. But because it was one of the many ways he showed you just how important you were to him, just how much he paid attention to you.

Bradley kept asking what you wanted for Christmas this year, but you’d been avoiding giving him an answer.

Because he was the only thing on your list this year.

You would gladly never have a real tree again as long as it meant that Bradley got to be yours forever.

His allergy to pine trees had taken both of you by surprise last year. Before that chaotic afternoon last December, he had never had a real tree before, but it didn’t take long until his normally sunkissed skin has been covered in angry red hives.

And that gorgeous seven-foot Noble Fir that you had selected from the Christmas tree lot had quickly become Jake’s gorgeous seven-foot Noble Fir.

But you’ll never forget that magical moment when you had walked into his cozy living room to see that candy colored confection of a tree for the first time and how proud Bradley had been to be the one to make your dreams of a pink tree Christmas come true.

It was something you had only ever mentioned once in passing, but that’s who Bradley Bradshaw is. The type of man who goes above and beyond for the people he loves.

Last year, the two of you had just picked up a couple boxes of basic multicolored bobbles to hang on the tree. But this year, your pretty pink tree has some new decorations that you’d collected along the way since then.

The sparkling frosty mug was something he’d found at the airport on the way back from when you’d taken him home to meet your parents for the first time. To no one’s surprise, they’d loved him. He’d had a lot of fun at the breweries you’d taken him to and you liked getting to see a tipsy and pink cheeked Bradley Bradshaw.

There was a blue miniature model toy Bronco with a bottle-brush Christmas tree hanging out the back was one you’d recently found at a Christmas market you went to with Nat and Bob the previous weekend. You’ve never handed over your credit card for something so quickly before in your life.

There was even a shiny shamrock that Jake had picked up to commemorate your first- and last- Leprechaun Run.

It was a promise you were coerced into making in exchange for Jake’s help and the use of his truck to move your things into Bradley’s place the weekend after you happily agreed to live in with him. You were planning on waiting until after the beginning of the New Year, but Rooster wouldn’t hear of it. You were able to hold off for a few days, but he’d made some rather compelling points with his mouth that had swayed your mind pretty quickly.

That New Year’s Eve, he’d kissed you properly and thoroughly surrounded by a dozen half-unpacked brown cardboard boxes.

You thought Hangman would have forgotten about it, but it turns out the only person that had forgot was a you, because you’d nearly spit out your beer mid-sip when he’d slapped down the race bib in front of you at the Hard Deck one evening in March.

It was just as terrible as you’d imagined it would be and worse. Not even the four-leaf clover bobble headband you’d worn had cheered you up even the slightest.

The term fun run was an oxymoron and you were willing to die on that a hill.

And of course, there was also a copy of the house key dangling on a pretty pink velvet ribbon. The one he’d originally given you was a permanent fixture on your key ring.

“So what’s the verdict, sweetheart? How did I do? Is it fluffed enough?” he asks, pulling back to look down at you.

“It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen,” you say grinning up at him.

You’ve loved his homey Craftsman since the first time you’d stepped inside it with all of its warm wooden paneling around the entryways and ceiling beams. The hand tiled fireplace was mostly for aesthetics rather than functionality. You’d filled it with a display of tall pillar candles, but there’d been a couple of occasions where the two of you had stacked it with wood picked up from the grocery store and had the sounds of its crackles and pops serving as the soundtrack to your cozy night in.

You loved it even more now that your books were mixed in with his on the bookshelf. On top of his upright piano there were framed pictures of you and him and of all your friends and family. On the mantle of that fireplace were ivory knit stockings embroidered with your name and his.

This was your home now too, pink Christmas tree and all.

“The best thing, huh?” he says, amused.

“Maybe second best,” you muse, sliding your hand into the back pocket of his snug jeans, “Those Danny Zuko shorts you wore last Halloween still live rent free in my head.”

“I’ve still got those short-shorts, you just say the word and I’ll go put them on for you anytime.”

You snort a laugh and pull him down for a kiss.

The two of you have been together for almost a year and a half, but the way Bradley kisses you still sets off butterflies in your stomach and makes your heart flutter.

Soft kisses. Passionate kisses. Hello kisses. See you soon- never goodbye- kisses. Just because kisses. There you are kisses. Never stop kissing me kisses. All of them turn you upside down just like a snow globe.

He pulls away first, looking to the tree again contemplatively, “You know, the more I look at this the I feel like something is missing.”

You skim over the tree with its warm glow from the many strands of lights, the sparkling ornaments, the glinting icicles, and the delicate bejeweled snowflake tree topper. Short of tying on a few bows for the fun of it, there’s nothing more you think this tree needs.

“I might have tucked a little something in the piano bench,” Rooster says with a nod towards his well-loved upright, “Why don’t you take a look.”

You try and fail to ignore the swoop in your stomach as you walk up to the bench. You already know that you want to be his forever and the two of you are on the same page about it, but you don’t want to get your hopes up. You’re trying to be practical, realistic.

But the heart wants what the heart wants, and your heart wants him.

The seat creaks open as you lift the lid open with a not-so-steady hand, and sitting inside a small box filled with iridescent filler are the prettiest pair of ceramic ice skates you’ve ever seen. You lift the dainty ornament from the box to see that they dangle from a couple ribbons that have been tied together in a lovely bow at the top. They even have a little white fluff lining the rims of boot.

It was one of the things you missed most about home, your town had a little outdoor rink that was set up every year. You weren’t the greatest skater and it had been a few years since you’d laced up a pair of boots, but it had always been one of your favorite traditions growing up.

“Oh Bradley, they’re so lovely,” you say with a dreamy sigh, “I love it, thank you!”

You admire them for another moment taking in all their little details before hanging them up on the pink tree near his little Hawaiian shirt ornament in a place of honor on the tree.

“I have another surprise for you,” he says with a grin, looking very proud of himself.

“Oh? When did you become such a man of mystery?” you tease.

“Gotta keep my girl on her toes,” Rooster winks, sliding a finger through your belt loop to pull you closer before wrapping his arms around you. “You know how Hotel del Coronado has that ice-skating rink set up now?”

Of course you did.

The tickets went on sale a little over seven weeks ago and time slots had sold out in five minutes. You’d even signed up early to try and get a spot in the queue and it still had kicked you out with empty hands.

“Yeah,” you say slowly, drawing out the word, looking up at him skeptically.

Bradley has been on a training detachment at the time, so there was no way Mr. One Percent could have gotten them when you couldn’t. There’s just no way.

You must say that part out loud or think it loud enough for him to hear you because that gorgeous smile of his gets devastatingly self-satisfied.

“I sure did, sweetheart-”

You jump up and cut him off with a kiss, he is quick to get his hands underneath you for support while your legs wrap around him.

“Oh my god, Bradley, how?” you ask excitedly between peppering kiss across his nose and cheeks.

“Ok, I can’t take full credit. I had some help,” he admits, clearly happy with your reaction, “Nat has, and I quote, ‘fast fingers’.”

You make a little squeal in delight as you throw your arms around his neck to hug him and he laughs. It’s the best sound in the world to you.

“What do you say, want to make a day of it? I might have a few things in mind for our San Diego Christmas. We’re a couple weeks early, but I’m feeling festive.”

You get too distracted by his smiling mouth to give him your answer then and there, but you remember to officially accept later that night in bed after your heart finally stops racing.

Convincing you to move in with him might be the best thing Bradley’s ever done.

Those cool Winter nights last year had tasted like bourbon and were spent wrapped up together on the couch and under the covers.

Your first big fight had been over whose Super Bowl team was going to win. There had been a lot of trash talk that night, but eventually a peace had been brokered. And really, no one was a loser when it came to orgasms.

In the Spring, he had built you a bunch of raised garden beds in the backyard for you to grow whatever you wanted. He’d learned that he had a bit of a green thumb when it came to zucchinis, a fact that irked you to no end because you could never get them to produce anything. He didn’t know sunshine had a scent until he could smell it on your skin with your hands covered in dirt and a smile on your facec.

And he was not surprised to learn that he was also very much a fan of your sundress collection.

The golden Summer days were spent at the beach and taking road trips to nowhere in the Bronco then the long way home. Rooster burned more often than he cared to admit, but you started keeping a container of aloe in the fridge for him. He’d never say no to have your soft hands on his body, your touch more soothing than the cooling gel could ever be.

That Fall he’d finally been able to go home with you for Thanksgiving. He’d met your family earlier in the year, but you’d been so proud to show him off at the official family gathering as you’d sipped on your cranberry mimosa. And after a year of planning, the two of you had finally been able to enact your Stealthy Soufflé Scheme.

He had been determined to get his girl that closely guarded recipe no matter what.

Your Aunt Christine had been putty in his hands with all of his yes, ma’ams and no, ma’ams and charming smiles and All-American golden boy aviator thing. You’d primed him on what things she was interested in and he had fully leaned into it, sweet talk and all. It didn’t hurt that she had been a big fan of the expensive bottles Syrah the two of you had brought with you.

You and your mom had been thrilled when he’d presented you with the handwritten copy of the coveted recipe. He had been happy to do it, but he didn’t mind the way you showed him your thanks later that night in your childhood bedroom.

He was the first boyfriend you’d ever had in there, and if he has his way, he’d also be the last.

Victory- and that not-so-secret-anymore corn soufflé recipe- never tasted so good. 

The two of you had had a great first Christmas together last year, excluding the slight hiccup with the whole hives thing. And he knows he’s a bit of a perfectionist, but he wants to make this one even better.

He had let you sleep in as long as he could, but he was excited for all the festive things he had arranged for today.

“C’mon, sleepy girl. We’ve got plans,” he says, skimming a few soft kisses along your shoulder.

“Do those plans involve coffee?” you mumble sleepily into your pillow.

He chuckles and brushes back a few of the hairs that are stuck against your forehead, “Of course, it’ll be the first stop after.”

You peek up at him from under your silk eye mask, he’s always liked a slightly fussy girl. You’d even got him one for his deployments to help him sleep better on the carrier.

“After what, Roos,” you ask skeptically.

“You seemed to enjoy that Leprechaun Run you did with Jake and I saw that there was an Ugly Sweater Fun Run today and I signed us up, we have to be there in an hour.”

“Bradley, you didn’t,” you say with a gasp, sitting up like you’ve been struck by lightning.

You look so alarmed, clutching the top sheet to your chest, that he can’t help but throw his head back and laugh.

“No, I didn’t. I promise,” he says, trying to pull you into his chest.

You shove lightly at his shoulder, “That was so rude of you, Bradley Peter Bradshaw.”

“Not the government name,” he smirks, leaning down to trail a couple kisses along your neck. He likes the way you always shiver when his mustache grazes that ticklish spot under your ear.

“Oh my god, I swear I just had a war flashback to that second mile when Jake tried to make me keep up with him,” you huff, leaning your head to the side to let him continue apologizing with his mouth, “You’re so lucky I’m even talking to you right now.”

“I am very lucky to have such a pretty, smart, and forgiving girlfriend. One who appreciates over the top Christmas decorations and brunch with themed cocktails.”

That piques your interest and you seem much more awake now for someone who usually needs at least two cups of coffee before becoming a fully functional human being, “Themed cocktails, you say?”

“Mhmm, they even have a Ho-Ho-Hot and Spicy Bloody Merry, spelled m-e-r-r-y,” he says with a smile, running a finger down the bridge of your nose. “But to get one, we have to get out of this bed and into the shower.”

“Sounds like it would be more efficient if we took one together, huh?” you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Plus I’m all about preserving the planet’s natural resources.”

The two of you were a little late getting out of the house, having worked up an appetite, but still manage to make it in time for the reservations he had made.

The restaurant had been swathed in miles of frosted evergreen garlands with so many oversized ornaments dangling and ribbons woven throughout that he wasn’t sure how it hadn’t come crashing down off the ceiling. Not an inch of it was left undecorated, it was all stands of lights and shiny wreaths and giant cellophane covered candies.

Brunch had been complete with a couple of those Bloody Merry’s he’d heard about from Coyote, as well as an order of Santa pancakes topped with a hat of strawberries tossed with orange zest infused syrup.

The Christmas radio station was playing all of your favorites and you were singing along as he zipped along the highway to the next stop.

The Ocean Beach Christmas tree was beloved for being San Diego’s unofficial response to the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Bob had told him he’d stumbled upon it on accident one day last year when he had been exploring his new city and learned about the tree’s forty-year history and had enthusiastically recommended that Rooster added it to his festive agenda.

Bradley loved the way your face lit up at the sight of it. The top of the massive tree was leaning to the right and looked straight out of Whoville the way it decorated with all kinds of blow up pool toys. There were beach balls galore, traditional ones and ones that looked like disco balls, a few parrots, and even one shaped like an electric guitar.

“Oh my god, look!” He looks up from the text message he was replying to and follows the line of your arm to where your finger is directing his gaze, “Another bird defying the laws of physics.”

And there tucked away up in the tree next to a blow-up globe is an inflatable rooster.

On the way back into town, two of you stopped by Mission Bay to grab some more coffee and walk around the marina to check out some of the decorated boats docked for the Parade of Lights. He’d heard about it from Penny, who had even participated in the event herself a few years ago.

You’d both agreed the one that had turned the tall mast of the sailing boat into a glowing Christmas tree was the clear winner.

The next stop was something Bradley knew you’d be really excited about.

He’d found out about the Christmas centerpiece floral arrangement class from Nat who had a crush on the florist who ran the little shop.

The class was filled with mostly women, but there were a couple other men scattered around. They’d greeting him with that head nod that only men seem to exchange, like you got roped into this too, huh?, but what they didn’t know was that being there had been his idea.

Rooster was slipping his phone back into his pocket when you returned back to your little round table with an arm full of various flowers and different greens, with not a pine frond in sight. He’d even called in advance to make sure that there wouldn’t be any involved, just in case.

You were divvying up the things that you’d gathered from the long farmhouse tables in the front between the two of you when his phone pings again.

“Rooster, is everything ok? I feel like your phone is going off a ton this afternoon,” you asked, putting down the white berry looking things to look at him, a little crease there between your eyebrows.

“Yeah, of course,” he’d said, rubbing the back of his neck, “Fanboy decided to invite chaos into the group chat by asking if a hot dog was a sandwich or not. It’s getting pretty contentious.”

You give him a look but go back to dividing the pile in front of you, moving on from the berry things to some small roses.

“Also, for the record, a hot dog is definitely a category of its own. You don’t call a hamburger a sandwich,” you’d replied, not missing a beat.

“You won’t hear me arguing with that logic.”

“Good. Because facts are facts, Bradley.”

He pulled out his phone again to give it one last quick skim before turning the volume down, before noticing what flowers you’d just set in front of him, “Hey, are those dahlias?”

You hold up a stem with a large deep burgundy flower for him, giving it a spin between your fingers, “They are! It’s a little late in the season for them, so I’m surprised to see them here. Aren’t they pretty?”

“Those were my mom’s favorites,” he’d said fondly, remembering a backyard from decades ago that was lined with around the edges with the flowers.

“Were they? Well, I’m glad I grabbed them then,” you said with a soft smile, before handing him a few more to work with.

By the end of class, he knows his ears are pink because of how much you’re showering him with praise and gushing over his arrangement. He’d even gotten a few supportive thumbs ups from some of the other people in class.

“Seriously, Bradley. It’s so lovely! I mean, look at those pinecones you tucked in it. I can’t wait to put it on the dining table!”

You wanted to swing by Mav and Penny’s place to drop yours off for them, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he managed to convince you that it could wait until tomorrow.

He couldn’t wait for the next part of your day together.

Bradley jogs around the front of the Bronco to open your door for you after he parks at the Hotel del Coronado. He gives you his hand to help you down from the car, instead you reach and pull his face to yours.

The kiss is like spun sugar, airy and sweet. He could taste the lingering peppermint from your latte earlier.

“What was that for,” he murmurs against you lips.

“I just really love you,” you sigh, nudging his nose with yours, “Today has been so perfect. I feel like I’m in one of my Christmas movies, except I know you’re not going to ask me to leave my job in the big city to help you run your grandmother’s failing bakery to only get paid in gingerbread and Christmas spirit.”

“Lucky for you, my grandma could barely make toast, so you’re spared from such a fate. You wouldn’t need that little Mini Cooper of yours in a town that only has one stoplight.”

You press a quick kiss to his cheek, “Well thank goodness for small miracles.”

“We’ve still got one more thing on the list. You ready for this?” Bradley asks, holding his hand out.

You slip your hand in his with a grin, “Virtue and Moir better watch out.”

You can’t say you’ve ever expected to see an ice rink set up with a display of white sand and sparkling blue ocean behind it. But it was easily one of the most magical things you’ve ever seen.

The sunset has painted the skies a beautiful display of cool blues, soft pinks, and dusky purples. The palm trees lining the rink have been done up in strands of white lights that crisscross over it above your heads. The mixture of happy laughter, Christmas songs piped over the sound system, and waves crashing served as the soundtrack to the moment.

And you’re trying desperately not to fall and make a fool of yourself.

It was more than a little humbling stepping onto the rink after having not had a pair of ice skates on for more than a decade. It had been awhile since your family had indulged in this particular tradition, but you figured it would be like riding a bike.

It’s almost laughable now how wrong you were.

“How are you so good at this?” you jokingly accuse as you wobble on your skates, yet again. Luckily, Bradley’s sturdy grasp on your hand keeps you from falling.

He laughs, “I thought you said you did this all the time growing up?”

“I did! I just never said I was good at it.” A kid whizzes past you- a little too close, a little too fast- and Bradley shoots a disgruntled look at his swiftly retreating figure. “You come from a snow state, it’s in your blood. You automatically have the advantage.”

“Are you thinking of the other V-state? Vermont?” he teases, easily gliding around you swapping spots so that you’re closer to the edge of the rink rather than the middle.

“It snows in Virginia, I googled it.”

“I mean, yeah, but not a ton,” he says, “But it wasn’t like I was hitting up the indoor rinks either.”

“So you’re telling me you’re just a natural?” You roll your eyes affectionately at him.

He winks at you, “You said it not me, sweetheart.”

You’d nearly melted on the sight when Rooster had knelt down in front of you and looked up at you with such a boyishly charming smile as he’d tied the laces of your rented ice skates.

It took a moment to get your hummingbird heart back under control after that.

After a few more laps around, you’re starting to feel like you’re falling into the rhythm of it. You’re still keeping an eye out for people and the older kid who had earned himself more than one glare from people trying to enjoy their time on the rink as he erratically bobbed and wove his way through them. But your strides are getting longer and the shifting motion from side to side is getting smoother. You could almost claim to be gliding.

You’d forgotten how much fun it was, but then again, Bradley always made everything better and brighter.

Your cheeks ache in the best way from how much smiling you’ve been doing today.

And if you faked a couple wobbles so that he’d put his arm around you, it was worth the sacrifice of trying to look graceful. He’s already seen you at your best and at your worst, so you didn’t think your lack of skill standing on a quarter of an inch of metal was going to scare him away.

Rooster is a few feet ahead of you showing off some of his fancy footwork and maybe if you hadn’t been so distracted by his smile you would have heard the aggressive woosh of the kid’s skates as he sped up behind you.

It had only been a matter of time.

He collides with you but keeps his balance and propels himself forward, not slowing his pace in the slightest before taking off again. Your feet slip out for beneath you and before you know it you’re extending your right arm down to try and break your fall.

You meet the ice hard.

You feel pop.

A rush of warmth.

And then throbbing.

The next five hours pass in a twinkling blur of heavy guilt and aching pain.

Bradley had gone through so much effort planning such a perfect day for you and you feel terrible about how it ended.

The wait at the hospital had been miserable. The lights were too glaring and the noises too loud. The garish green and red garland draped on the desk seemed to mock you as you’d gone through the motions of getting checked in.

Your wrist had been killing you and you hated being the reason that Rooster’s leg hand been bouncing anxiously next to you in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. He’d tried to hide it, but you’d seen that deep furrow between his brows. You’d almost cried when he started stroking the back your pain-free hand with this thumb. It wasn’t until they’d brought you back for X-rays and had given you a light dose of painkillers that the world had shifted back into the dreamy soft focus it had been like earlier in the day with Bradley when he’d taken you on all those perfect dates.

You didn’t know if he had planned anything else, all you knew is that everything had unraveled so quickly.

It’s an odd feeling like you could float away at any moment. The painkillers made you feel buoyant and light, yet you can feel the weight on your shoulders just the way you feel the weight of the cast on your wrist.

Even now as the candy-colored lights that he’d put up along the front of the house bounce off of his still perfect curls, he’s wearing the softest of smiles for you as he works to open the front door. His dreamy brown eyes are reflecting nothing back at you other than warmth and affection and care.

Your wonderful, loving, perfect boyfriend. Your perfect Bradley.

You know it’s not entirely the drugs fault the way you’re struck by just how pretty he is. You’ve always thought so, but here and now you’re simply mesmerized by him under the glow of the Christmas lights.

“I don’t think I’ve been called pretty before, sweetheart. But thank you,” Bradley says with a little amused chuckle.

“Well you are. And your hair. Bradley, it’s not fair.” The words are tumbling out of your loose lips.

“My hair isn’t fair?” he asks with a tilt of his head, holding open the front door for you.

“No, it’s not! You just wash it and it dries like that?” He takes your purse from you and sets it on the entry table before helping to ease off the heavier sweater jacket you were wearing from your shoulders. “I don’t think you get it. You’re pretty, but you’re so handsome too.”

He squats down in front of you and smiles up at you before helping to slip off your shoes, “I’ll take handsome too if it’s on the table, sounds like a nice combo.”

“Please, you sound like Jake now,” you giggle.

“Oh no, we can’t have that now can we,” he grins, “But at least I’m pretty and handsome, hopefully that’ll cushion the blow.”

And you just love him.

You love him for the way he loves you and takes care of you and tries to make you laugh when he knows you’re feeling down. You reach up to pull his face to yours when you are distracted by the thick cast on your arm.

“This wasn’t the accessory I was hoping for for Christmas,” you say with a sigh.

The panic that electrifies your body is immediate as your spine goes ramrod straight. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. You can almost see the words swirl and twirl around him, and you know there’s no way you can snatch them back from the way they hang in the air.

“Ohmygod. Oh my god, I didn’t mean to say that.” You’re so flustered now, so embarrassed. “Please pretend you didn’t hear that.”

But Bradley is looking at you with his eyes crinkled around the corners and his lips pressed together like he is trying to hold back a laugh with the way his cheeks are pulling up.

“Oh, did you want a pair of earrings?” he teases, cupping your face in his hand.

“Bradley,” you whine.

“C’mere, baby,” he laughs and pulls you into his chest. You wrap your arms around him and wonder briefly if he can feel the hard plaster of your cast pressed against his back. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, “You know you never did tell me what you wanted for Christmas.”

“Don’t need anything,” you murmur into the warmth of him.

He’s already all you’ve ever wanted.

As you make your way up the stairs, glow from your pretty pink tree seems brighter than usual. Normally, you’d take one last peek back at it before going to bed, but you’re still a bit wobbly on your feet. It’ll still be there waiting for you in the morning.

“Oh shit,” you hear him mutter from behind you.

“What’s wrong, Roos?”

“Ah- just stubbed my toe. C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.” The heavy tread of his footsteps is close behind you, you can almost feel the warmth of him at your back.

At you back. By your side. He’s the only person you’ll ever need.

They’d given you some of the strong stuff and he could tell that you were still floating in that sweet spot before all the gravity settles back into your bones.

The distal radius fracture in your right wrist meant that you’d be in the cast for the next six weeks. You’d gone with a white and pink stripped candy cane inspired look to match the tree, Bradley. While he wishes it wasn’t there in the first place, he thought the pattern you’d chosen was cute.

He’d quickly and quietly kicked off his shoes before he’d followed you into the bedroom. Hoping that you wouldn’t notice them, he’d take a disinfecting wipe to the floor and stairs tomorrow.

For as well as Rooster knew you, he felt a little out of his element because he knew you were hurting but he wasn’t sure what would make you feel better in that moment. When he offered to draw you a bath he’d instantly known it was the right choice by the look on your face.

So he’d made you one with all of your favorite products. The mound of bubbles he was able to achieve was truly impressive, if he did say so himself. He even dimmed the lights and lit a few candles for you.

Bradley had carefully wrapped up your cast in plastic wrap and secured the top with a rubber band. And the dejected pout on your face when you looked at it and called it an “unattractive arm condom” had nearly sent him over edge.

He’s already looking on his phone for other options, sitting on the bathroom floor next to you as you soak in the tub, when he feels your fingers thread through his hair and he leans into your touch.

“I really am jealous of your hair, you know. I’m sure there were a few of the girls at that floral class who were too.”

Your head is leaning back against the lip of the tub as you gaze at him, your hair wet from him washing it for you. He’d noticed the moment you realized how difficult it would be for you to do it yourself for the foreseeable future. But you brought out the optimistic side of him and he’d already come up with a solution, “I guess we’ll have to take more showers together then, so I can wash your hair for you. Plus, it’ll be good for the environment”. You’d laughed, and he was happy to see some of the light returning back into your eyes.

“I don’t know why when yours is so pretty,” he says, reaching out and lightly tugging on a lock of your hair.

“Did I tell you one of them asked me if you had a brother? She was honestly so put out when I said that you didn’t that I’m pretty sure she took the last of the dahlias out of spite when she saw me reaching for them. They didn’t even match her arrangement,” you say rolling your eyes, adjusting the way your plastic wrapped candy cane cast rested against the other side of the tub. “Like sorry not sorry, I’m not going to give you my boyfriend.”

“Was it the woman in the striped sweater?”

“Yes! It was her!”

Bradley had notice her checking him out a little too closely for a man who was clearly there another woman and happily taken.

“She had crazy eyes, I wouldn’t have wanted you to give me to her anyways.”

You snicker at that, “She did have crazy eyes.”

He makes a mental note to remember to grab the arrangements from out of the back of the Bronco before he goes to bed. He didn’t want anything to happen to them, but that could until after you were tucked in bed and asleep.

“But the instructor was so sweet, Roos. I told her that the dahlias were your mom’s favorites and then she went to the back and got me a bunch. She didn’t put them on the table or anything for anyone else, just handed them over to me for us to use. It was a real girls supporting girls moment, we bonded.”

He’s struck by the fact that you’d already known about his mom’s favorite flower. That you had let him think it was happenstance when really you had grabbed them because you’d known it would mean something to him. That you wanted to make it special for him when he was trying to make it a special day for you.

He didn’t think it was possible to love you any more than he already did, but you were so good at making him fall in love with you over and over again.

“That was really nice of her, sweetheart,” he says, his throat a little thick.

“It really was. And better yet she’s single and likes women,” you say with a grin, “I got her number to get coffee, but I might see if I can play matchmaker between her and Nat. She looks like Nat’s type.”

“This was our instructor? You got all of that out of her in a few minutes of conversation?” he asks, impressed.

You give him a cheeky shrug of your shoulder, “Yeah, I’m efficient. She owns the shop too. I think I’m going to order something for Penny and Mav from her closer to Christmas.”

“You know what, I think you’re right, she does seem very much like Nat’s type,” Bradley smiles to himself, Phoenix is going to be very excited when he tells her about this.

“’m always right,” you hum.

“You sure are, sweetheart,” he says fondly.

He watches as your eyelids start to get heavy and helps you to get out of the tub, wrapping you up in the biggest, fluffiest towel he can find and sits you on the bed as he goes into the closet to find something cozy for you to wear.

“What do you want me to grab you, baby?”

“Your shirt,” you call out sleepily.

He peeks his head around the opening, “Sweetheart, you’re not going to want hospital germs in bed.”

“No, not that one,” you say, scrunching your nose, “Your henley. The soft navy one with the little white flecks. ‘s my favorite.”

You look so tired, he doesn’t like the slump of your shoulders. He knows that feeling all too well and he hates that you feel so bad about something that you had no control over. It had been such a good day up until the end. But even so, you’re the only person he wants to go through the highs and lows with.

He strips down and puts both his clothes and yours into the hamper before grabbing the shirt for you. “Arms up,” he says gently, he pulls the sleeve wide to fit over your cast before threading it down your arms and over your head.

Rooster pulls back the covers for you to crawl into bed. He climbs in after you, cradling you against him as he reaches over for the remote to turn on your favorite Christmas movie channel for you to fall asleep too.

Your cast rests heavy on his chest.

The heroine just won the cookie cook-off and he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, but then you murmur quietly into the dark room, “This is the second year in a row, Bradley, I really think we should consider skipping Christmas next year. For both of our sake’s.”

“We’ve got too much Christmas spirit for a little pine tree allergy or fractured wrist to keep us down,” he tips your head up so that you’re looking at him, “Give it time, it’ll turn around. I promise, sweetheart.”

He seals that vow with a sweet kiss against your lips and a few minutes later he feels as your breaths even out and you fall asleep tucked against him.

You wake up the next morning feeling more than a little groggy and cotton-headed as everything from yesterday comes rushing back to you.

As does the aching in your right wrist.

You reach out for Rooster, but his side of the bed is already cold. He’s always been an early riser and once he’s awake he doesn’t know how to sit still. You wouldn’t have minded cuddling with him for a little bit, but knowing him he has probably already brewed a pot of coffee for you.

When you finally crack open your eyes, you see that he’s left out a bottle of the prescription strength ibuprofen the doctor had sent home with you on your nightstand and a note written in his slanted script reminding you to take one. Your sweetest boy.

You attempt to splash some cold water on your face with one hand, willing it to depuff your face a little bit and then try to fix up your hair so that you look and feel less bedraggled. It is one thing if Bradley is the one responsible for it, but that wasn’t the case this morning.

Before heading downstairs, you decide on a whim to change out of his shirt and into the cozy cream-colored fuzzy lounge set you’d bought on sale the other week. It takes three times longer to get dressed than it usually did, but getting yourself at least a little more put together made you feel a bit more in control. You knew the extra effort wasn’t necessary, but you felt cute and it was making you feel a little bit better about everything.

The pink and white cast was a bit of a choice looking at it in the morning light filtering through the airy curtains, but you thought you pulled it off well. It was cheerful and fun. And you weren’t going to let it affect you or your Christmas plans with your perfect boyfriend.

There is still some residual guilt you’re trying to shake off, you know it was a fluke of fate, but you’re already thinking about ways to make it up to him all the same.

You gingerly make your way down the stairs making a mental note to look up what other festive things were happening this weekend and call out to Rooster, “Please tell me there’s coffee.”

The raspy laugh that reaches your ears makes you smile for the first time that morning, “I’ve got one ready for you in the living room, sweetheart. It’s ready when you are.”

The painkillers, the coffee. The man is a saint and looks like a god. And he’s all yours.

You take those final few steps a bit faster, ready for the strong dark roast that only he seems to be able to make to just right and to thank him for taking such good care of you.

You lose all words when you walk into the living room.

It’s like you’ve walked into a dreamy pink forest straight out of a fairytale.

Your beloved very large, very fluffy, pink tree covered with all of your memories collected from the past year and Bradley’s mom’s sparkling vintage glass icicles is surrounded by two other very large, very fluffy, pink Christmas trees.

The newest additions to the living room glow with the hundreds of twinkling white lights. It’s ethereal and whimsical the way the light bounces and dapples on the walls and floors.

And there standing in front of them is Bradley, barefoot in his favorite sweatpants in your cozy living room of the home he’s made with you looking like a daydream.

You don’t think it’s the prescription strength pain medication kicking in that makes you feel like you’re floating as you walk towards him. You know it’s all him.

Bradley says your name with such adoration, such love that you swear you feel your heart reshape in your chest with his name on it.

“I envisioned this a bit differently in my mind, but the way I see it, we’re just starting the ‘in sickness and in health’ part a bit early,” he says, taking your right hand and dropping a kiss to your cast. Your eyes well up at the tender gesture.

And then you stop breathing when he sinks down onto one knee in front of you.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I love your big heart and the way you’re so kind and generous to everyone you meet. I love the way you can light up a room with your smile. The best parts of my days are when I am with you. You’re the only person I want to wake up to, the only person I want to fall asleep with in my arms, and the only person who I want a forever with.” He reaches out and takes your shaky hand in his warm one, “Last year, you let me give you more than a drawer and it has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. This year, will you let me give you my last name too and marry me?”

You can almost see his heart that he is wearing on his sleeve. His pretty honey brown eyes are tracing over every inch of your face, almost like he is trying to commit every microcosm of your expression to memory.

You had imagined this moment so many times. It was the movie you’d put on in your mind on those nights when sleep felt just out for reach. And like a snowflake, no two dreams had been the same.

But nothing you’d imagined could have ever topped the reality of this moment here and now.

Because there was nothing was better than being surrounded by three pink fluffy trees and looking forward to getting to spend a lifetime with Bradley Bradshaw.

“Well it’s convenient I fractured the right one,” you say with a watery laugh as a few happy tears escape from your eyes.

“I guess that is a lucky break,” he grins.

“Literally.”

You didn’t think it was possible to smile this wide. That you could be this happy.

“You still haven’t given me an answer yet, sweetheart,” he says, slightly squeezing your good hand.

“Haven’t I though?” you tease. There’s no what he doesn’t know what your answer is, not with the way you’re beaming.

“C’mon, let me hear you say it.”

You don’t make him wait for long.

“Yes, Bradley, yes I will marry you. It’ll always be a yes with you.”

You barely get to finish your sentence before he is shooting to his feet, pulling you into his arms and kissing you.

Your Bradley. Your fiancé.

On Christmas morning, after all the presents are unwrapped, you find yourself sitting under your perfectly pink tree surrounded by scraps of ribbons and bits of shiny wrapping paper.

Even your striped pink and white cast looked particularly festive under the gleam of the trees.

Rooster is in the kitchen making another pot of coffee for the two of you to share. You can hear him singing along to one of the vintage crooner Christmas albums you had gotten him.

You’ll be hosting Mav, Penny, and Amelia for dinner tonight. You let yourself enjoy this quiet of the mid-morning before things get chaotic. The two of you had dressed the oval oak dining table yesterday afternoon. The centerpiece you’d ordered from Nat’s now New Year’s Eve date was stunning, there were even a few white dahlias tucked into the arrangement. Thankfully, with no pine needles in sight.

The tall pillar candles had been moved off to the side and a real fire was popping in the hearth of the tiled fireplace. And the sun streaming through the bay windows is bouncing off that sparkly silver garland that you’d gotten Bradley to hang up for you in a way that makes the shiny wooden floors look like they’ve been scattered with specks of confetti.

The swirling, sparkling, shimmering dots on the ceiling, however, were from your own ring as you move and tilt your hand admiring the way the sun illuminates it. You know the matching pair of diamond earrings that Bradley had gotten for you as you Christmas gift are shining just as bright.

He still blushes whenever anyone teases him about forgetting to pull out the engagement ring he had got for you before he’d proposed. But you wouldn’t have changed anything about that moment for the world.

The marquise diamond had belonged to his mom, but he had had it reset in gold with a halo of diamonds around it for you. He’d even bought a pink velvet box to put it in for the occasion. It was easily the prettiest thing you’d ever seen and your heart still fluttered every time you saw it on your finger.

The two new trees are still only dressed with the many strands of lights that they’d arrived with. You learned that Bradley had enlisted Jake and Natasha to help him out with that particular surprise that day a couple weeks ago when he’d taken you on what you affectionately refer to as the 12 Dates of a Christmas Proposal.

Your favorite pink tree, the one he had gotten for you last year- the one you’re sitting under now- was also in possession of a new accessory. A shiny new pink ring pop ornament Bradley had gotten to commemorate the occasion of you saying yes and was hanging in a place of honor on the tree right between the little Hawaiian shirt ornament and the dainty, dangling ice skates.

Saying yes was the easiest thing you’ve ever done.

Yes to forever. Yes to him.

This season and every season.

You couldn’t wait to see what new ornaments would fill those trees by next year.

And the one after that.

And the one after that.

And the next one after that.

Happy Holiday's! It's been almost a year since I've posted my very first story on here. I'm so thankful that a zoom kaboom plane movie has introduced me to so many wonderful people! Thank you for reading my stories and for all the support I've received over this last year! It has meant the world to me!

This story is set in the Oh, Christmas Tree universe. If you missed the fic that started it all, you can read it here!

Many thanks to Jordan (@gretagerwigsmuse) for so, so many reasons. I hope you enjoy this, this one's for you!

You can read my other stories here!

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Merry Crisis 🎄

Per usual, I am scrambling to get in my minimum volunteer EMT hours this year and because I don’t have kids, I’m happy to pick up holiday shifts and let those with families enjoy their kiddos at home! On till 9 and if call volume is miraculously low (doubtful) will be working on some more Curtis gang holiday drabbles/ chapters. Just returned from a classic holiday 911 call- family gathering/ dinner gone south with drunk brothers fighting and one stabbing the other through the arm with a screwdriver 😬 Surprisingly little blood, stabilized the penetrating object, and hauled ass outta there with brother in handcuffs and patient still swearing revenge as we loaded him in the back. I love the holidays 😂

~ ✨and now… presenting The Outsiders characters as seen through holiday EMS/ ED visits✨

Darry: classic Christmas lights mishap. Slipped off the roof and landed directly on his ankle. Pretty impressive open fracture. Johnny took one look at the bone poking through the skin and puked on the spot. Bonus: Mr. Curtis was very eager to teach the boys about his Jewish heritage and Hanukkah traditions until 7-year-old Darry thought the menorah in his bedroom window looked sad with only 2 candles lit so snuck the box of matches and tried to light all the candles, then pulled the curtain BEHIND THE LIT MENORAH to hide the fact he was using matches without permission. This went about as well as one would expect (this may or may not be based on personal experience 😬)

Two-Bit: tried to deep fry a turkey in a bucket of oil in his backyard to bring to the Curtis’s for their first Christmas without their parents. The resulting explosion was heard throughout the neighborhood. Splash burns to face and arms. Chest was protected by clothing but Two-Bit was extremely upset that is Mickey-in-a-Santa-hat shirt was ruined and would rather have just taken the extra burns to salvage it. ✨real-life call I’ve personally responded to. Family was more concerned with turkey than charred Uncle Dave.

Steve: attempted to run over 12-year-old Ponyboy’s painstakingly built snowman with his new (used) truck. Didn’t wear a seatbelt because why would he. Gunned the engine too hard, jolted forward on impact, face hit the dash, top two teeth went through his bottom lip. 4 stitches needed. Ponyboy laughed his ass off the entire ride there and asked if his freakishly large teeth were now sanded down. ✨real-life call I’ve personally responded to. 10/10 entertainment factor.

Sodapop: frostbite to entire left foot because he forgot to wear a sock inside his snow boots. Couldn’t feel his toes but thought that meant he was just really well-insulated and continued to build his igloo. Mrs. Curtis soaked his foot in warm water for 2 hours until blood flow returned.

Dallas: told a small child in the dime store that Santa wasn’t real. Kid started crying. Kids dad appeared and sucker punched him so hard he was knocked out cold. Woke up on the floor with a black eye, concussion, and people continuing to do their Christmas shopping while stepping around him.

Ponyboy: home alone and forgot about the baked Mac n cheese he was supposed to take out of the oven because he was reading a book. In his defense, the book was really good. Then fell asleep on the couch and woke up an hour later to smoke pouring out of the oven. Opened the oven door, saw flames, and instinctively tossed a glass of water blindly inside. Made it worse so instinctively reached in, pulled out flaming casserole dish, and threw it in the sink. Burns to hands and temporary vision difficulties from steam.

Johnny: decided he totally could be a hockey champion with the proper training. Also has the worst hand-eye coordination known to man. Hit hockey puck so hard that it overshot the goal, bounced off a tree trunk, rebounded, and hit him directly in the face (picture Ross from Friends episode). Broken nose and two chipped teeth.

Lilah Matthews (age 10): decided her tree nut allergy was a personal weakness and could be overcome by sheer willpower. Baked a pecan pie all by herself, proudly took a bite, and blew up like a balloon. Two-Bit panicked, couldn’t remember how to use the epipen, tossed her in the truck, and drove to the hospital at 90 MPH. ✨call I picked up on way back to the station. Car driving like a maniac and flagged us down. Kid told me the Reese’s cup he ate despite deadly peanut allergy was 100% worth it.

Bonus Betty for @fangirl-docintraining : very excited to use the brand new invention of the electric hand mixer to make Mrs. Curtis’s renowned cheesecake recipe. First Christmas dating Darry and determined to make a good impression. Bent down to squint at recipe card while mixing and hair got caught in mixer, causing minor scalp bleeding with chunks of hair ripped out. Forced to adopt a fuck ass Bob™️ haircut and loves it, just wishes acquiring it wasn’t so painful.

Feel free to add on. The potential is great 🤣

[kinzis-writing]

Christmas Tree Farm | Josh Allen

Kinzi's 25 Days of Christmas: Blogmas Day 4

It is Y/N's first Christmas living with her fiance, Josh. Y/N had a Christmas tradition to wear her family and/or friends always went to a Christmas tree farm to pick out their live tree. Y/N is sad when she feels her tradition has to stop because of a new developed allergy to her favorite kind of Christmas trees. Josh makes it his mission to keep the tradition alive, even if he has to improvise a little.

Pairing: Josh Allen (Bills/NFL) x Fem! Fiance! Reader

Warning(s): mentions of allergies? Christmas traditions, and I think that is all.

Christmas was Y/N's favorite time of year. She loved living in New York because it had a higher chance of snow then what she was used too, where she was from the south. This was her first Christmas in her new house, well their new house. It wasn't new, but it was new to Y/N because she had moved in with her fiancé after six months of being engaged and wedding planning. Everything was perfect, until Y/N had an allergic reaction to something that she used to love and was forced to get allergy tested. Y/N was devastated when her allergy test came back that she was allergic to the type of trees that she loved to use as her live Christmas trees every year.

Looking back, she should have known something had changed. As she kept what she thought was a sinus infection all winter until she took her tree down. She was just in denial and refused to think it was an allergy. Her love for the holiday still existed, but it saddened her to not be able to have a live Christmas tree just like all those years of traditions.

"Josh, I already told you that I'll decorate this weekend. It's going to take me until after Christmas to find a free that I like." Y/N complained as Josh had mentioned them going to the store and finding Christmas decorations for their house. He had known the toll the allergy results had taken on his fiancé, and he hated that there was nothing he could do to fix it. "Going to the store isn't the same as going to the tree farm." She mumbled in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, baby." Josh mumbled leaning over a placing a tender kiss on her head. "I know how much it bothers you to have to discontinue a tradition you've had since you were a kid, but maybe we can start a new tradition?" He suggested hoping to make her feel better. "One of our own."

Y/N gave her husband a small smile. She was beyond grateful to have someone like Josh in her life, "Thank you, Joshy." she replied to him. "I just, it's such a big part of this Holiday that it stings a bit to let it go."

Once brunch was finished, Josh headed out to go meet his teammates for workout and practice. Y/N had been around his teammates plenty of times, whether that be after games, or at parties or hang outs. She was the closest to Stefon, which is why Josh had taken the problem to his teammate and asked for help. During their workout, the two men talked about what they could do to help Y/N feel better.

It had taken them a while to figure out how to keep her tradition but make it to where her allergies would not bother her. Until the men had an idea, once they approved that it was worth a try. They had a plan in motion and pulled some strings. Which is why when Josh came home from practice all smiles, Y/N was a bit unsure of what had happened that day.

"What's got you in a good mood?" Y/N asked, wanting to know what had happened that day.

Josh gave her a smile as he walked forward and wrapped his arms around her. "Get ready, I'm taking you out." Josh replied giving her a quick kiss before letting her go get ready.

It was cold in New York, so Y/N dressed warm and put on some makeup really fast. She didn't feel like going out but she would see what Josh had planned. She knew that her fiancé was only trying to make her feel better about the whole situation.

The couple left once Y/N had gotten ready and they had warmed up the car. Josh then handed her a blindfold, to which she protested at first but eventually gave in knowing that he was trying to make her feel better.

"Where are we?" Y/N asked once the car had stopped, probably after around 30 minutes, and Josh was helping her out.

"You'll see." Josh promised as the two continued walking with Y/N being led by Josh. He stopped her at the entrance that him and stefon had threw together. He carefully took Y/N's blind fold off.

Y/N stood in shock at what she was looking at. A light snow dusted the ground making it even better. A homemade sign reading "Christmas Tree Farm" hung up over a simple but cute arch that was clearly homemade as well. At least a dozen artificial trees were stuck in the ground, with who knows what, but she could tell that they weren't the cheaper trees that she had been looking at. These trees actually looked like the real Christmas trees that she usually used.

"I know this still isn't the same, but I wanted to try to make you happy." Josh rambled as he got nervous when his fiance did not say anything.

"It's perfect." she spoke softly, tears welling in her eyes. She turned to face her man with a grin. "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you."

A smile grew on Josh's face, "I'd do anything for you baby." He assured.

"Hey!" A voice broke the couple out of their moment. "I helped too." The voice of their best friend reminded.

Y/N smiled at her man's teammate, "Thank you, Stefon." she thanked him before walking and giving him a hug as well.

"You're welcome, anything for Mrs. Allen." He shrugged but then smirked when he noticed how red her face had gotten from his comment.

Y/N made her way back to Josh as they made small talk and walked around the homemade farm to pick out the Christmas tree that they would be decorating for their living room. Once she had found the perfect tree, Josh had gotten the tree to their house and got it set up in the place that she was wanting it.

"Thank you again, Joshy." Y/N spoke up as the pair decorated the tree together. "I know I was a downer this morning, and I am so sorry. But I am forever thankful for what you created." she promised.

Josh gave her grin knowing how much his plan had helped her get over her sadness. It was all he was hoping for because he knew how much Y/N loved Christmas. "When I say I would do anything for you, I seriously mean that I will do anything for you." Josh explained. "I love you and I promise to take care of you and fulfill your needs and wants. You're my world, and you always will be."

Author's note: This could have ended better, but I have been trying to write so many of these and I keep on getting behind. Also, I have to go back to the doctor tomorrow because they think I have a heart condition, so I have to go get that checked out at 10 in the morning. This past week I had multiple tests done to check my heart so I have been stressed out since I went to the dr the first time. I'm hoping for good news but you never know.

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「 alex turner x fem!reader 」

word count: 1.3k+

summary: a small fluff Christmasy blurb?

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In the cozy glow of Christmas lights, Alex Turner's childhood home became a haven of warmth and laughter. It took him a lot of convincing to get y/n to come spend Christmas with his family. They hadn’t been dating for that long which made her slightly hesitant to that idea. Just jump into big steps and meeting new people, first impressions over the holidays seemed to be a bit overwhelming. However Alex reasoned it would make his Christmas really better if she was there and his family would be very appreciative of her addition in his life. She agreed.

Alex's family, aware that he didn't often bring someone he wasn’t particularly serious about home, welcomed Y/N with open arms. His parents, in particular, exuded an inviting charm that put her at ease. The house was adorned with festive decorations, and the aroma of home-cooked meals wafted through the air. Just like Alex had promised to y/n they were all rather appreciative of her addition. Amidst the conversations of childhood stories and familial fun y/n felt very much at home. On Christmas morning, the family gathered around the tree, exchanging gifts and sharing stories. With the festive chaos, Alex's mom presented a beautifully crafted plum cake.She was rather warmed up to y/n and got close as if they were long lost friends , she wanted her to feel very welcome at their family Christmas hoping she would have more Christmases with her. Given how a mother just knows, she knew y/n made Alex truly happy.

Caught off guard, Y/N hesitated for a moment. She knew she was allergic to plums, but the genuine excitement in Alex's mum's eyes made it difficult to decline. With a smile, she accepted the slice, deciding to navigate the potential consequences later. With some Christmas miracle her allergy might just not be that bad. Throughout the day, Y/N savored the holiday festivities, all the while suppressing the subtle tingling on her lips and the slight itchiness in her throat and torso but other than that everything was just fine and overshadowed with all the fun and comfort she had with his family.

As night fell, Alex and Y/N retreated to his bedroom. The air was thick with the remnants of a hearty Christmas feast, and the soft glow of fairy lights cast a magical ever so Christmasy ambiance.

The two settled into bed, the room quiet except for the occasional creaks of the old house settling. However, just as the night seemed to embrace them, Y/N's chest began to burn. In the silent darkness, she couldn't ignore the escalating discomfort. But it wasn’t her first time with this, it was around two in the morning when she got out of the bed to see to the discomfort of her chest. When she went to the bathroom adjoined to Alex’s room, she saw her entire upper torso red which felt burning to touch. “Well fuck” she muttered under her breath, she wasn’t that alarmed or concerned about it having bad past experiences with allergic reactions. She was just disappointed.

"Hey Alex, wake up!" she whispered, gently shaking him from his slumber. “Alex…”

Alex stirred, his eyes bleary with sleep. "What's wrong?" he mumbled, confusion evident in his voice.

“Can you go downstairs and get me some ice cubes?” She asked with absolutely no prior context provided to him, who’d just woken up mid sleep.

“What?” He asked even more confused as he rubbed his eyes and sat up, “what’s going on?”

“My chest is a bit red” she shrugged off like it wasn’t a big deal or something to be concerned about, she surely wasn’t concerned.

“Are you serious?” Worry flashed across Alex's face as he fully woke up, realising the gravity of the situation. “Wait what’s happened love?”

“It’s just a small allergic reaction it’s totally fine just go get me the ice cubes.” she reassured, downplaying the severity to shield his worry.

“Allergic reaction? To what?” He asked furrowing her brows, the fact that she was allergic to plums was rather trivial up until now so it never came up she hadn’t got the chance to enlighten him about it “we need to go to the ER this is serious-“

"It's just a mild reaction Alex. I don't want to make a big deal out of it." She said with a sigh at how much he exaggerated it.

Alex furrowed his brows at how much she downplayed this ordeal which was extremely concerning to him, “let me take a look” he spoke, as she lowered her jumper slightly by her upper torso to reveal the red of her allergy which was evident to the burn it’d be making her feel. “Honey girl, that does not seem mild.”

“I’m the one with the allergy not you, I know what’s mild and what’s not.” She said with an exaggerated shrug and she straightened her jumper. “Just get the ice cubes!”

"I insist on waking up my mum. She might have creams or meds," Alex suggested, genuine concern etched across his face.

Y/N, however, refused, fearing it would create guilt. "Just quietly get the ice cubes. No need to tell anyone when I’m saying it’s not a big deal. Don’t make it a big deal." she insisted.

Given how stubborn she was Alex felt it pointless to reason with her at this moment, trusting her experience with allergy he made up his mind he’d take her to the hospital if the ice didn’t make it remotely better for her because she clearly wasn’t open to listen at the moment. Once the returned with the ice, assisting y/n remove her jumper and T-shirt underneath leaving her in her undershirt. Helping with the ice, on her chest because he took it more ‘seriously’ than she did.

“Why’d you have the cake in the first place when you knew you were allergic?” He asked a bit confused but was focused on applying ice as if he was painting.

“Your mum made it with such love and efforts for me I couldn’t have just refused that.” Y/n replied ever so mildly which cases Alex to pause his movements with ice on her.

“Wait what?” He asked raising brows, he had assumed she’d perhaps forgotten or had undying love for the cakes this was unexpected. “Of course you should have told her! She would understand.”

“What?” she scoffed stifling laughter as if what Alex suggested was inane to her “Say what like ‘I’m so sorry Mrs.Turner I can’t have the plum cake you made for me because I’m allergic?’”

“Yeah?” Alex replied with a mix of concern and affection in his eyes. “Or you could’ve just told me I would’ve told her if it was awkward for you.”

“It’s not about awkwardness I just didn’t want to disappoint her because she seemed so happy about it. Besides I’ve had worse reactions than this one.” Y/n said with a shrug as she held on the ice to her burn as Alex instructed.

Fixing the strand of hair behind her hair he smiled shaking his head at her, “You’re an idiot.” He sighed “but you’re my idiot.” He spoke as his eyes softened at her selflessness and how pure of a soul she was to care about somebody’s else’s feeling to that extent.

“Piss off.” She chuckled playfully nudging him when he brought her close to himself by her hands and kissed her. She was cradled in his arms in a few moments as the kiss lengthened. “I already feel better.”

Despite the pain, the tender moment shared in that dimly lit room felt like a testament to their connection. In the quiet hours of the night, as Alex applied ice cubes to alleviate the allergic reaction, he couldn't help but marvel at how deeply y/n felt and cared about all those she loved and how lucky he felt to have her in his life.

In that vulnerable moment, amidst the soft glow of Christmas lights and the quiet rustle of the old house, their connection deepened. Love, it seemed, was not just about grand gestures but also about enduring discomfort for the sake of someone else's happiness.

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hiiiiiii this is my first fic on here pls send requests for Alex if you want to <3333

Feedback is always appreciated

[solitaireships]

Around the Christmas Tree

Christmas, just one week away! So time for a little modern au Gothic Sunshine fanfic, with them and Manfred getting the Christmas tree set up. Since this is a modern AU, Manfred's a human kid, but I tried to keep it as a thing where he only tends to say a couple words at a time like he does in canon

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1591 words

Divider by strangergraphics

Minala’s almost impressed by how quickly they’ve managed to turn Emmrich’s house into one that might as well be out of a Christmas movie. She supposes that’s one of the positives of being in a relationship with four people— between them and Manfred, they’ve managed to quickly get everything decorated and ready for the holidays. Nutcrackers line the steps up to the second floor, and stockings have been lined up at the fireplace. It’s nice for Minala seeing how at this point, the five of them are a family, coming together now to celebrate. 

Though first they have to work on getting the Christmas tree set up. Minala was the one who brought the tree— she has a pine allergy, so they had to go with an artificial one. Not that there seems to be any complaints about that from the others, with Bellara commenting on how it’s good that they can reuse it every year. It’s nice knowing that she’s thinking ahead like that, that she’s thinking a year from now, they’ll be setting up another Christmas tree together. 

They have made good progress decorating the tree too. In a way, Minala thinks how it looks is a good representation of their varying personalities. Each brought their own decorations for it, though Emmrich insisted he could provide the star they’ll eventually put on top. His decorations are largely more traditional ones, perfectly picked to compliment each other. Though a couple of them do stand out more, mainly ones of cartoon characters that Manfred had picked out along with a couple of ghost and skeleton themed ones that Minala’s sure Emmrich picked out himself. They go well with some of the ornaments she brought along, though, being a mix of nicer, gemstone-adorned ones she’s been gifted as well as a couple of quirkier ones that her family always hated. 

Bellara’s ornament collection is a mix of different styles too. Some of them are handmade ones, either kept from her childhood or put together now out of bits of wire and metal that she’s turned into something beautiful. Then she has a couple of other ones, often featuring Santa Claus or snowmen, though she clearly also enjoys reindeer. Every ornament she puts on the tree feels personalized to her, all varied and a little all over the place, but perfectly matching who she is. 

Bellara hums along to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer as she puts an ornament of a reindeer in flight on the tree, looking back over her shoulder to Neve. “Come on, Neve, you need to get into the Christmas spirit too.”

“I’m in the Christmas spirit,” Neve replies with an affectionate roll of her eyes. 

“The ornaments you clearly just brought from the store seem to say otherwise,” Minala teases, adding another ornament of her own to the tree. She steps around Manfred, who’s taken to largely decorating the lower parts of it with his ornaments of cartoon cats and angels. 

“I’ve told you all before that I’ve never really done much to celebrate Christmas,” Neve replies. “That I’m doing this is more than my usual.”

“And we do appreciate your help, darling. The tinsel is a lovely touch,” Emmrich notes. 

“Emmrich is my new favorite partner since he’s the only one who can appreciate my very kind, noble efforts to celebrate with you all,” Neve says teasingly.

“Minala and I are glad that you’re helping, though! I know that decorating isn’t always the most fun thing ever,” Bellara says, much more genuinely.

Neve laughs, going to hang a shiny green and gold bauble on the tree. “It’s fine, Bel. Better with company.”

“And see, there you are feeling the Christmas spirit,” Minala says. 

Neve grins at that, nudging Minala as she walks past her. “Ah, so now I’m doing it right?”

“Mhm. You’re doing amazing, babe.”

Neve was right that it’s a lot better to decorate a Christmas tree when you have a lot of people working on it, though. Every now and then they stumble over each other as they try to crowd around the tree, but they’re making fast work at putting everything together. There aren’t many gaps between the ornaments, and the sparkly gold tinsel helps to further bring everything together. It’s not the most cohesive in terms of their ornament choices, but that’s part of what Minala likes about it. It’s nice seeing such a clear representation of her and her partners together, and it’s nice knowing that they did all of this together. 

“Hmm, I don’t know how much space we have left,” Bellara says, taking a step back to size up the tree. 

Manfred adds one last ornament to the tree before stepping back to be next to Bellara, mirroring the way she looks at the tree. He nods his approval. “Pretty!”

“But we do have one final piece we need to place to tie everything together,” Emmrich says. 

Minala and Emmrich had briefly talked about this before, back when Manfred was out helping to get some of the ornament boxes from Neve and Bellara’s cars. Emmrich has a star topper for the tree, one that was passed down from his parents, and it’s usually tradition for Manfred to put the star on the top of the tree. Emmrich’s back has been bothering him lately, though, which makes it harder for him to help his son reach the top. 

But that’s another good thing about all of them being together. They can fill in the gaps left by the others, all taking responsibility for their own things so that everything can come together perfectly. 

“Manfred, do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?” Minala asks. 

He jumps up and down, nodding and practically vibrating with excitement. 

“Why don’t you go get it from the box over there, and I can help you reach it,” she says. 

Manfred is quick to run off to get the star from the box, taking it out of the packaging with a broad smile on his face. When he runs back over to Minala, the star is in his hand. It’s a nice one— simple and shiny gold, but clearly made from expert quality. The star will be a perfect final piece to wrap up their tree, somehow managing to bring together all of the various pieces that each of them had brought in to decorate. 

“Alright, let’s get that star up top,” Minala says. 

She bends down, wrapping her arms around Manfred so she can lift him up. He’s surprisingly light for his size, and he steadies himself with one hand grabbing on hard to her shoulder. As Minala carries him closer to the tree, he looks like he’s all but ready to launch himself from her shoulder to get to the top of the tree, though she keeps a steady grip on him. 

“Do be careful, Manfred. The last thing we need is for you or Minala to be hurt,” Emmrich notes. 

“We need you nice and un-injured so we can make hot cocoa after this, Fred,” Neve adds, positioning herself just behind Minala as if she’s getting ready to step in if something does go on.  

She doesn’t have anything to worry about though as Manfred manages to reach up to the top of the tree, placing the star on it. He takes a second to make sure that it’s on securely— no doubt something that Emmrich has encouraged him to do in the past— before he draws back, twisting a little in Minala’s arms as if to request to be brought back to the ground. She lowers him slowly, getting a quick hug from him before letting him go. 

Manfred is then quick to run over to Neve, eyes wide as he looks up at her. “Cocoa?”

“Yes, we can go make cocoa now,” she says with a smile. “Come on. Let's make sure we get all the marshmallows for ourselves.”

“Ooh, wait, I want some too!” Bellara says, rushing off to join Manfred and Neve as they make their way towards the kitchen. 

Minala and Emmrich watch as the three turn the corner towards the kitchen, Emmrich coming to stand by her. It’s nice to see the three of them clearly enjoying themselves, and it’s nice to have her boyfriend at her side. Their fingers brush against each other, rings catching together. 

“Thank you for all your help with everything, dearest,” Emmrich says. 

“It was no problem,” Minala says. “And we should be thanking you for letting us put everything together like this at your house.”

“Neither Manfred or I would ever say no to a bit of holiday cheer,” he replies. He rests one hand on the small of Minala’s back, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. “But you have helped far more than you know, and I hope you know your efforts are appreciated.”

Minala smiles, leaning her head against Emmrich’s shoulder. “Thank you, baby.”

“Though as much as I would enjoy staying here with you, I believe we should make sure that Manfred doesn’t make himself sick eating all the marshmallows."

“Yeah, we probably should. Neve’s too much of an enabler with him,” Minala agrees with a laugh. 

Emmrich lets his hand fall from her back so he can take her hand, guiding her along to the kitchen. “Now does feel like an appropriate time to wish you a merry Christmas, though.”

“Merry Christmas to you too. And may there be many more ahead of us,” she says. 

[pretty-bratty]

How will the TIFB family celebrate during the holidays?🥰🥰 - @professional-benaddict 💗💗

I love this ask so much!!! Thank you and Merry Christmas, @professional-benaddict !!!🩷🥹🩷

TIFB CHRISTMAS:

🎄On December 1st, Peter surprises everyone with an advent calendar he made for them - full of fun activities and Christmas movies to watch. And yes, Daddy, building a snowman is considered a fun activity. Yes, even if it's freezing as fuck out there - it's not swearing, it's repeating your words - and we will get wet and cold.

🎄Tony gets the house decorated as a surprise - everyone goes to bed in a usual interior and wakes up to fairy lights, decorations, and garlands everywhere, inside and outside. Peter is ecstatic. Steve too. Bucky will never admit how cozy it makes him feel (everyone knows).

🎄They're getting the hugest, fluffiest, best smelling tree. It takes a lot of time, effort, and swearing for Steve and Bucky to get it to the car and then to the living room. The decoration process is going for days, has everyone involved, and - even if Bucky will never admit it - enjoying it.

🎄Peter making the hugest presents list (with daily updates) that has everyone rolling their eyes and quickly becomes a meme. Bucky likes to go and read it for giggles like morning news "What's new on The List today?". No one, including Peter, expected Tony Santa to get every.single.thing from it. Except maybe a "real life Gizmo", but the plushie works. "Thanks fuck, we already have one gremlin here" Bucky mutters, earning a signature judging look from Steve.

Inspo for the list:

🎄Peter goes Christmas shopping with Bucky, to get presents for Tony and Steve. It ends up being the most stressful experience for Bucky, because a) what tf to get Steve; b) stores stores stores; c) people people - the kid talking too much - people; d) Peter decides it's a funny idea to get lost aka hide from him in a very crowded mall.

🎄Peter also goes Christmas shopping with Steve, to get more presents for Tony and presents for Bucky. This one goes surprisingly smooth, with both enjoying it. Bucky accuses Steve in bribing the kid with hot cocoa and a movie with popcorn in the mall's movie theater. But he can't prove anything.

🎄Peter gets a set of charcoal pencils for drawing, and Bucky teases him that he did, in fact, get coal for Christmas. Next morning he wakes up with a charcoal mustache.

🎄Mark and Dum-E get their own very special Santa hat (Mark), antlers (Dum-E), and Christmas bandanas (both). As well as wrapped toys and treats under the tree and in the stockings. Yes, they have their own personalized ones.

🎄Peter gets very inspired by Home Alone. Unfortunately for him, it's not the wet bandits but one of Tony's business partners who comes for a meeting and gets a bucket of chocolate poured over his head (and a very expensive peacoat) after opening the door. When Steve asks Bucky why he keeps chuckling the whole evening, he just genuinely says, "I'm just so glad it wasn't me"

🎄Tony cooks the whole Italian traditional Christmas Eve dinner and then spends half of the night wrapping the presents and trying to make them fit under the tree. So Christmas morning (Peter wakes him up at five) has him yawning, armed with a bucket-sized mug of coffee, but really happy.

🎄Bucky is included in the family Christmas card photoshoot. And no, he's not crying, he's just suddenly having allergies to this...sweater, yes, Steve, nothing else.

🎄Peter invents creative ways to swing mistletoe above Bucky and Steve's heads in all kinds of places. Clearly enjoying Steve blushing and Bucky grumbling

🎄Everyone's humming Christmas music without even realizing it because it's all they have on playlists the whole season.

Feel free to add your ideas please, I'll be super happy to see them🩷🥹✨️

[bts-0t-7]

Midnight Chimes - New Year's Special | OT7

Pair: OT7 x F Reader 

Summary: As the New Year reaches, the boys gathered together to reminisce the past and grow for the future. The promises they make - the essence of their friendship and growth - will only continue.

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader

A/N: This is not their end, and therefore, this is not our end. Let’s raise a glass (of anything HAAHA) with the boys and welcome the New Year. I wish all of you, a happy new year filled with love and hope. 

WC: 1275

The sounds of cheers and laughter filled the air. Everybody had a space in the living room - whether it was the sofa, the floor, or the wall. Namjoon was in an armchair with Jimin leaning on it as he sat on the carpeted floor. Jungkook and Tae were huddled under the blankets together. Seokjin was whipping up dessert in the kitchen together with Hobi and you were leaning on a sleepy Yoongi. 

His legs were wrapped around your waist, his chest to your back. Turning behind, your hands reached up and tangled themselves in his hair as you gently massaged his head. Soft grumbles sounded deep from his chest and he pulled you up, cuddling against you for the extra warmth. 

“Jungkook ah, gimmie the other blanket.”

But he wasn’t really listening. 

“Faster, faster!”

“But Hyung!” Jungkook whined. “It’s not easy! He’s going too fast!”

The sudden ‘bam!’ made you peek open an eye. “Nooooo!” Seokjin raised his voice from the kitchen. 

Everybody grew silent and Jungkook rolled his eyes and trudged out of the comfy confinements of the sofa. Dragging his feet into the kitchen, he looked around to see what happened. You got up from Yoongi and followed Jungkook, eyebrows raising high as he came out with bowl after bowl of dessert. Popping your head through the threshold of the door, you tiptoed to the main chef as he meticulously placed the garnish. 

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you tilted your head as you leaned on his back. “Whatchu making?”

“You’ll know when you eat it.”

You pouted as he placed the big bowl to the sink, nudging it to Hobi. You opened your mouth as Soekjin sneaked a piece of apple to you. The crunch and sweetness of the apple had you opening your mouth, demanding for another one when Hobi came over and flicked water from his wet hands to you. Whining, you turned your head to him and glared. 

“You’ll have your share later, Jagiya.”

Hunching your back, you flopped back down onto Yoongi, harshly waking him up from his little cat nap. Grunting, he flipped a leg over your hip, pushed his head to your neck, and fell back asleep. The room was filled with warm lights of the fairy lights placed around the room and the christmas tree. But it wasn’t the warmth of the lights or the heater from the room that it made your insides tingle. No, it was the warmth that came from the boys that slowly penetrated you without you even knowing. 

Namjoon’s knowledge and words, always found a way to allow you to see the world in a different light. His clumsy self is just as adorable as everyone tries to keep him away from fragile items. 

Seokjin with his allergy to seriousness, always laughing and cracking jokes. But he has times when his sterness is hot as shit. Sitting there, biting his lips as his brows raise and ensuring that all the boys are settled down. 

Yoongi’s energy level that just matches up to yours. The both of you were the perfect cuddle buddy pair. You would fall sleep in his studios, listening to him work. 

Hoseok with his forever ray of sunshine, bright and warm regardless of the external weather. Even when he is in strict ‘dance teacher mode’ - oh, you’ll have to hope he doesn’t go too hard that day. 

Jimin’s angel-like features certainly doesn’t stop at just his features. He embodies the love and care of one. He would always be there when you had a bad day, always finding ways to do things that the both of you love together.

Tae’s nature is forever bubbly. From the way he wakes you up to the way he walks and cooks, even the way he tries to learn you hobbies so that the both of you can do more things in common. And whenever he can’t get it, he pouts so much you just had to move on or you may get a heart attack. 

Jungkook would alwyas include you in things that he was doing - whether in his lives or just simple doing laundry. He is an adventurous soul, so when he asked you out to go motorcycle riding after he gotten his license, you nearly fainted. 

But all of them, coming together to the life that they provided you - showed you. The light that you see when you are with them. The warmth that you feel whenever they are near you. 

“Let’s count down!” Jimin cheered. “One minute!” 

The desserts were on the table and it was promptly grabbed by everybody. The fairy lights that you have insisted on putting on, made the living room twinkle. 

“Seven!”

“Sixxxx!”

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Threeeee.” 

“Two!”

“One.”

The party bombs were put out as confetti exploded, its reflections colouring the room in a myriad of colours. 

“Happy new year! Let’s make this one better than the last!” Everybody was huddled together in a group hug which soon turned into a comfortable big cuddling session. The others sounded their approval, raising their glasses in unison. The room was soon filled with sounds of lcinking glasses and joyous laughter. 

Each of them took turns to share their favourite memories of the oast year, reflecting on their high and lows - as an individual and as a group. 

A mischievous smile appeared on Jin’s lips as he exclaimed, “Remember that April Fool’s that we pranked Yoongi by hiding all his snacks? We told him we dumped them away cause they were expired! He was so mad but it was so worth it!” His laughter told the story more than he did as he tried to breathe through his wheezes. 

Yoongi rolled his eyes and playfully scowled at him. “Yeah, yeah. Just you wait and I’ll come up with something better. Then you can shit in your pants.” 

The room erupted in laughter as they continued to reminisce, their stories intertwining - each one as if it was a new page of a book. Taehyung shared about the times when he went up to stage with Yeontan, his music videos, his first times as a solo artist. The other boys shared their own stories and experiences on that too. Jimin said, “There was this one fan duing the call, her words really made a lasting impact.”

As they all sat together, the conversations shifted to the future - their dreams and aspirations. Namjoon, one for an ever-lasting optimism, suggested that they each share a New Year’s resolution. 

One by one, each member shared their hopes and dreams - from practicing harder to improving their skills, to taking care of their mental and physcial health, to using their platfrom to make a more positive impact of their fans and society. 

“And food!” Jungkook shot up. “Can’t forget having more yummy food!” 

Everybody burst out laughing. “Yeah Kook, we’ll have more food this year.” 

As the night wore on, you found yourself watching them with a smile on your face. They found comfort in each other’s presence, embracing hte joy of being together as a family. They laughed, danced, sang, and made hte beginning of new memories for the year. 

Finally, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the windows, they gathered for their last toast. With their glasses raised high, they made a collective vow ot support and love each other and their fans no matter what challenges come either way. 

As the room filled with the sounds of their voices, they knew that together, they could conquer anything. With hearts full of hope and joy, they welcomed the New Year, ready to face the future hand in hand.

[crazylittlejester]

HIIII YOU!! I hope you're doing sooo well, I just wanna send in an ask because I miss you. dearly. as I always do. I'm so sappy and I just feel so hurt seeing you hurt because no one should be hurting :((

small itty bitty adventure thing i guess but I went to the hospital yesterday for an appointment, got something in my arm which SURPRISINGLY didn't hurt or pinch this time?? weird????? but I was starving so my mom let me buy a jumbo pretzel and some chocolate so I was happy :3 (I could go on about how tasty pretzels are oh my god AND WITH THE CHEESE AHHHHH)

and then after school I met up with my mom and brother again to get some stuff for my brothers new job he's secured with some of the neighbors, it's so adorable that he's still young yet managing to help out people and earn money..... shedding a tear.... also big mention but places have christmas decorations already and oh my god they are soooooo cute ARGH I love shopping for decorations of any kind it's so fun and so silly to find all sorts of stuff

anyways that was all the interesting stuff that happened yesterday, I'm also going on a trip this saturday so hooray!!!!!! long ass plane ride here i come!!!! /sarc

hopefully this makes you a little more happy, you're always sharing your adventures with me and all the stuff that happens with you so I thought I'd share some of my own stuff with you too!! that is, if anything interesting DOES end up happening lmao

MAKE SURE TO STAY AWESOME AS ALWAYS AND I LOVE YOUU MY FRIEND!! /P

HI HELLO!! i miss you too, im sorry i haven’t sent an ask your way in a while, ive been so drained i haven’t had the energy to do anything. there’s been no adventures, i literally have gone a full month without buying gas because i just Do Not leave my house 😭

i hope ur doing good and that your arm is okay, AND ALSO SLAY DUDE, I LOVE PRETZELS. im devastated because 4 years ago they took the pretzel place out of the mall that was allergy safe for me and nothing on this earth has hit the same since so i’ve determined to try every soft pretzel in my area until i can find the best one aldkdkdk. i LOVE pretzels 🫶 so so much

ISTG THE CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS WENT UP AT MIDNIGHT NOVEMBER 1ST, how did they put up all the trees that fast 😭 where did the spooky things go they’re all GONE (i still have my spooky things out, i like my skeleton candles :3 )

dawg you travel so much thats so cool, i hope you have fun wherever you’re going!! i have the urge to go on a roadtrip once i have more energy (and gas in my car), adventure calls to me ✨

hearing from you always makes me happy dude, i love to hear you yap :) YOU STAY AWESOME AS WELL, AND TRAVEL SAFE. ILY MWAH /p

BTW I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH BLUESKY LAST NIGHT COS ID JUST MADE MY ACC AND YOU JUST POPPED UP AND I SCREAMED LIKE “OH MY GOD I KNOW THAT GUY?????” AT LIKE 3 IN THE MORNING, BECAUSE I LITERALLY DONT KNOW HOW SOCIAL MEDIA OTHER THAN TUMBLR WORKS (im stupid) AND I WAS JUST SCROLLING AND MESSING AROUND AND THERE YOU WERE AKSMDMDMDM

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

New stories!

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Hell yeah!

30 for 🌤️:

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They’re just… So precious? And they clearly love each other a lot? And that’s… They’re their kids. In this insane, impossible future. They gave Chris a little brother. Both boys seem so happy. 

Eddie and Buck exchange a glance. Eddie looks just as unravelled as Buck feels. Like something is changing in his brain chemistry upon exposure to this moment. Which, yes. Buck too. He doesn’t even know how they’re going to talk about it later. 

Putting up the tree and decorating it is a lot of fun. Or, it is, at first. Until Buck and Eddie ruin everything unintentionally. 

They’re finishing up with the ornaments, Christmas music playing in the background. Chris puts the star on the top of the tree. Nico is marvelling over the lights. And then Eddie just sort of says it. 

“Not bad for a fake tree, huh?” He asks. 

Buck nods. “Looks pretty good.”

“Maybe next year we get a real one,” Eddie says. Only Buck can hear the irony in his voice. There is no next year. 

Chris frowns. “Uh, did Nico’s allergies go away?”

Wait, what? 

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30 for 🧜‍♂️:

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He’d never been allowed to join team sports as a kid, for this exact reason. But when he joined the fire department back in El Paso, he’d had to figure it out. And quickly. So he did. He learned to bend and twist his torso in a way to conceal his chest. Learned to cover his groin. Learned to change fast and wait for privacy, when possible. No one ever asked him any questions. He doesn’t think anyone ever suspected. Well, at least not because of the changeroom. 

So Eddie doesn’t worry about changing in front of Buck. He does it with the same covered efficiency he’s used to. Buck, though? Well… Buck does something that sort of… Alerts something in Eddie. First, he changes with the same sort of hunched discretion that Eddie does. Except, he’s clumsier. Slower and less hidden. And in all that, even though Eddie shouldn’t look, he catches a quick glimpse of them. Scars. On his chest. They’re not right under his nipples like Eddie would expect but… But off to the side more. Deeper and less healed looking. Like he’s had a piss-poor surgery and healing regimen. 

Oh man. Holy fuck.

Eddie looks away, eyes dropping to his feet. Buck, not noticing he’s been perceived, pulls and LAFD tee over his head. Eddie’s heart is racing, even a minute after Buck walks away. 

Could it really be true that there’s someone else here like him? 

[to-the-western-wood]

caspian: august, september, halloween, november, december

peter: i think you mean august, september, halloween, turkey, christmas

eustace: i believe it's spelled hot as balls, fuck it it's school again, halloween, turkey, christmas

edmund: don't forget new years, forever alone, windy as fuck, shit it's raining, allergies, oh hey it's actually decent, wait nevermind

lucy: and a partridge in a pear tree!

[bifuriouswaterbender]

Love's The Thing

Here's my response to the @steddiemicrofic December theme pine with the word length 508. Fic is rated M. Title is from the quote by Pam Brown, "We expect too much at Christmas. ... All that anticipation. Take it easy. Love's the thing. The rest is tinsel."

Steve laughed and swatted Eddie's hands away as they tried to creep up under his sweater. "If you can't keep your hands off me long enough to finish this tree, you are getting nothing to unwrap later."

"That a threat?" Eddie teased, his teeth flashing into view in a quick smile. He did manage to pull his hands back.

"Only if you behave," Steve said. "Otherwise, it's a promise."

"You're hot when you're demanding."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Come on then, pick some ornaments."

Eddie wrinkled his nose. "Most of them are hideous."

"We can smash the worst of them later." Steve paused and added, "That's also a promise."

Wiggling his fingers, Eddie started poking through the glass bulbs and bobbles. "Then time to quest to find a few good ones I shall!"

While Eddie kept himself entertained, Steve decided between the three types of tinsel his mother had purchased over the years. Honestly with as many different generic and ostentatious ornaments as she'd collected, he as shocked he had so few tinsels. Then again, garland was garland. It didn't change that much.

He considered the red because he thought Eddie would like it most, then put it to the side. Steve had a better idea for the red garland. He grabbed the white for their tree instead.

"Rainbow, red, or blue lights?" he called over his shoulder as he started to unwind the ball of tinsel.

"Red!" Eddie called back predictably.

Steve hid a smile as he ducked around the back side of the tree. Eddie was going to love this.

An hour later as he was in the en suite getting ready for bed, Steve called, "You know I still say you should have let me buy a real pine."

"I have allergies!" Eddie protested from the other room. "Nature is not my friend."

"And that's adorable of you."

"Hey! Why do I feel like you're making fun of me?"

Steve finished the tie on his shoulder and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't blush easily and hadn't since his early teens. He thought now that if he could, he would now.

He hesitated momentarily with his hand on the doorknob, steeling himself for the lame thing he was about to say.

"I believe I promised you an unwrapping?"

Eddie snorted and turned toward him, but his mouth fell open as his eyes landed on Steve. Even from here, Steve could tell his mouth had gone dry. He couldn't help preening.

It had taken some work to get the red tinsel to tie around his thigh and wrap carefully around his torso and under one arm without it drooping down and slipping off. But with nothing under it, he knew the effect was worth it, especially since Steve had gotten hard at just the thought of how Eddie would react, and his boyfriend was certainly making it worth it.

"New Christmas tradition?" Eddie asked with a smirk.

Steve laughed as his boyfriend's arms wrapped around his waist. "Deal. Decorate the tree, then undecorate me."

[kinzis-writing]

Kinzi's Masterlist

Here you will find all of my works that I have written, please note that the top of the Masterlist are the people I write about the most!

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Updated on: May 13, 2024

Purple Text = summary of imagine, 💔=angst, 💘= fluff, 🔥= steamy or smut.

🏈NFL🏈

I can see you | Tee Higgins 💘💔

After a horrible break-up, Y/N, decided to pack up and move her life from Buffalo, NY to Cincinnati, OH. She would be closer to her manager and she would be in the area where her podcast began. What she didn’t expect was to find a new relationship in another football player.

Surprises | Josh Allen 💘

Y/N ends up surprising Josh at one of his games, which leads to Josh knowing that he has to play his best to impress his woman.

Christmas Surprises | Tee Higgins 💘

Y/N was hoping to spend Christmas with Tee, but he was flying to his hometown and she would be staying in Ohio. Unless her family had other plans

Christmas Tree Farm | Josh Allen 💘

It is Y/N's first Christmas living with her fiance, Josh. Y/N had a Christmas tradition to wear her family and/or friends always went to a Christmas tree farm to pick out their live tree. Y/N is sad when she feels her tradition has to stop because of a new developed allergy to her favorite kind of Christmas trees. Josh makes it his mission to keep the tradition alive, even if he has to improvise a little.

Christmas Miracles | Tee Higgins 💔💘

In which Tee and Y/N have been trying for a baby and they receive a Christmas miracle

Jellyfish tank | Tee Higgins 💘

a Jellyfish tank in your boyfriend's house, what could go wrong?

Sweet Nothing | Tee Higgins 💘

Tee and Y/N appreciate the simple pleasures of being together, no matter what the world puts them through.

Jealous, Jealousy | Tee Higgins 💔💘

🪄Harry Potter🪄

Better Than Revenge | Mattheo Riddle *Masterlist* 💘💔🔥

Y/N Nettleby did not know what to do with herself when her boyfriend of a year, Theodore Nott, broke up with her suddenly. It was true that they were in different houses, but she had hoped that he would not let his ego get in the way. Now she was coming up with a plan to get her revenge on Theodore, and what better way than to involve his best friend.

Three Years | George Weasley 💘

In which Y/N and George have been together for three years, and it takes a mistake for him to take the next step of their relationship.

✈️Top Gun: Maverick✈️

The Only Exception | Bob Floyd Masterlist 💔💘🔥

Y/N Mitchell swore to herself that she would never allow herself to date or get involved with anyone from any branch of the military. After worrying about her father, the past few years, she knew that she never wanted to experience her worry for a significant other. After her father gets ordered back to California, she may just meet the one that ruins all of her plans. 

Life Changes | B.B & J.S pt. 1💔💘

Two lovers thought their love would forever burn bright, however, things change and people change. What happens to be a big change for people can lead them to the best version of themselves. Life Changes and people have to move on. AU

🌊Outer Banks🌊

Marry Me | JJ Maybank 💔💘

JJ has been in love with you for a long time (seeing as you guys were best friends) and now you guys are older and you’re fixing to get married. He doesn’t know how to take the fact that you didn’t want to marry him.

Marry Me | JJ Maybank pt. 2 💘

JJ had been in love you (his best friend) for a long time. His heart was shattered when you started dating topper and years later got engaged. During your rehearsal dinner, you overheard a conversation between JJ and your father. Your feelings took over and you left topper at the wedding and found your dream guy. Now you have embarked on your relationship with your best friend.

Last Christmas | Rafe Cameron 💔💘

It's Christmas in Outer Banks, the holiday where you got to spend time with your friends. It's hard to enjoy the holiday when your mind goes back to last Christmas and who you were spending it with.

🧛TVD/TO🐺

Dating Klause Mikaelson Headcanon 💘

[aller-geez]

Alright so this fic definitely didn’t take me an entire month to write a little more than 4k words…….. hopefully it’s good, if it’s not……………. I’m very sorry 😂😂😂 I maybe got a lil indulgent with Remi’s cat allergies….. 😚 I know it’s Christmas Eve and I should have written a Christmas Fic, but here we are 🙃

You’ve Cat To Be Kitten Me Right Meow…

“God damn, I haven’t had food like that in a minute,” Remi grunted happily from the behind the wheel of his truck as he drove the two home from one of Remi’s favorite restaurants, tossing a satisfied smirk to the smaller male that sat beside him with an equally content grin.

“Definitely a good choice! I’m stuffed.” Levi giggled, rubbing his stomach gently with both hands and relaxing back into the large passenger seat. His blue eyes scanned the dark road in front of their vehicle as Remi drove, the scenery still unfamiliar as they both tried to get used to the new house they had just moved into.

The wolf slowly opened his mouth to release a deafening yawn that even vibrated the rear view mirror, followed by a breathy chuckle.

“Stuffed and ready for bed.” Remi agreed, his toxic green eyes locked on the poorly lit pavement.

“In 500 feet, turn left on Springer Street,” his gps’ voice chimed loudly, making them both cringe a little at the volume. Silently, he slowed the vehicle down and turned down another slightly unfamiliar road that brought them just a little closer to their home, and therefore, their bed.

“You aren’t going to pass out as soon as we get home, are you?” The feline crossed his thin freckled arms over his chest, his bottom lip jutting out slightly with a disappointed pout.

The wolf gasped dramatically, an incredulous expression taking over his features at such accusations, before twisting into his trademark smirk. “No promises, but I guess I’ll try to stay up for a little bit.” The light from his irises momentarily decorated Levi’s face in the dark cab before he returned his gaze to the road.

Admittedly slightly annoyed, the leopard shook his head, pointing his knees towards the door and forcing his focus to the near pitch black surroundings that flew by the trucks window, the road framed by trees that seemed to whisper secrets through their rustling leaves. The two remained silent, although after a few seconds, an object in the distance caught Levi’s attention. He had much better night vision than Remi due to obvious reasons, but due to their speed, it was still only a few seconds of observation he was allowed before it finally came into view.

At first glance, it looked like an average, run of the mill cardboard box that had been soaked by the unforgiving elements, laying haphazardly on the side of the road. But as the truck began to get closer, the cat was able to slightly make out some sort of movement that wasn’t simply buffeting by the wind.

“What the hell is that?” Levi squinted as he sat up straighter in his seat, peering out the expansive windshield to try and get a better look.

Confused, the canine raised an eyebrow, brushing off his mate’s curiosity. “It looks like a cardboard box..”

The leopard furrowed his eyebrows in frustration at the other’s nonchalance, but continued to study the fast approaching box.

Suddenly, a small kitten stumbled from the cardboard refuge, clearly shivering and covered in mud and other debris, and began to wobble into the road in front of them. Levi couldn’t hold back the shocked gasp that made him shoot up from his seat.

“REMI! STOP!!” He shrieked, clapping one of his hands over his mouth with a horrified expression as the truck came barreling down the road, headed right for the helpless creature.

Startled by the sudden outburst, Remi slammed his foot on the brake with all of his strength, causing the truck to fishtail slightly on the otherwise empty road and begin to slide diagonally. After what felt like a lifetime, he was finally able to regain control of the vehicle and it lurched to a complete stop.

“Levi! What the fuck!?” Remi growled deeply as his heart still thumped wildly in his throat, his breathing loud and jagged from fear. However, the feline ignored his panicked questions, and as soon as the truck stopped moving he threw the door open and leapt from his seat, slamming the heavy truck door behind him.

“Hey!” The wolf shouted in frustration after him.

Once on the pavement, Levi quickly scooped up the equally as traumatized kitten from only a few feet in front of their vehicle, and the animal began to mewl frantically as it tried to bury itself in the leopard’s warm neck.

“You could have been killed little one! You have to stay out of the road! You’re lucky my mate has good reflexes or you’d be smooshed on the street!” He cried, kissing the top of its head before holding it out in front of him to give the creature a good look. “Are you all alone out here?”

With all of the commotion, the box that the kitten had wobbled from began to shuffle again, and suddenly two more tiny kittens that were more mud than fur scrambled from the shadows and made a bee line towards Levi ankles.

“Oh my god, you poor babies!” The cat whimpered as he scooped up the other two kittens with the first and cradled them in his arms. His heart melted at the sight of them, so fragile and vulnerable. There was no question that the loving and empathetic leopard wasn’t going to be able to just leave such innocent, defenseless creatures out here to die. But he had to clench his teeth tightly as he tried to prepare for Remi’s reaction, as he KNEW his mate would definitely have some choice words.

With a determined breath, Levi finally made his way back to the vehicle and the already fuming wolf inside, and carefully popped the door open.

“Oh hell no..” Remi snarled before the other was even able to slide into his seat.

“I can’t just leave them here Rem, you know that…”

“I definitely can. They aren’t my problem.”

Levi shot a glare at his mate, his icy blue eyes like daggers. “No, Remington. You absolutely don’t get to be an asshole this time. They’re coming home with us tonight, and tomorrow morning I’ll find a rescue for them to go to. But they will not become stains on the road if I have any say in it!” Levi hissed, his words pointed and seemly laced with venom; something that was only used against Remi if he was really serious.

“What the fuck ever..” the wolf reluctantly admitted defeat, cursing under his breath and not make eye contact with the white haired man as he slid into his previous seat, cooing and reassuring the kittens that mewled loudly in his lap.

When the truck’s door slammed forcefully after the leopard, Remi snorted, however his nose already began to prickle. The canine tried to ignore it, quickly flicking off the rhythmic clicking of the hazard lights and slamming the gearshift into Drive. The truck’s tires crunched against the gravel that decorated the wide shoulder that the vehicle had partly slid into. In record time, his emerald eyes began to well up with tears as the tickle within his nose grew substantially, and soon his breath began to catch. The wolf tried desperately to scrub at his overly sensitive nostrils, and the pace of his driving suddenly decreased in order to account for his blurry vision. God, he fucking hated cats. “Hhh—“

Levi definitely noticed Remi’s behavior, and silently fought with the guilt that came from forcing the man he loved to endure being miserable on his account. “I promise,” he squeaked out, “it’ll just be tonight, and I’ll find somewhere for them in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah. W-what— whateve—HHhh! Hiihhh—!! Hh'IISHH! —hd’ISCHhh!! —h’dtTISHh! Hahh— hhh’ISCHih!“ Remi sneezed in rapid succession, the air between them decorated in a fine mist that lingered for a second before dispersing. With a thick sniffle, the wolf drug the back of his wrist against his septum, wiping at his already leaking nose before sighing loudly and quickly looking back up at the road.

“In 500 feet, turn right onto Brookstone Way, and you will arrive at your destination,” the monotonous, robotic voice spoke clearly through his phone.

“Thadnk fuck.” Remi rumbled in annoyance as he slowed down to take the turn, although he was quickly cut short by another onslaught that snapped his eyes closed again. “hdt’ishhhh! Hihh’ISSHh! ihH’ktdSHhh!!! FUCK!” He hissed, barely able to correct the truck in time to turn onto their street.

Gripping the handle on the inside of the door to brace himself, Levi tried to keep his cool while their large vehicle fumbled down the road, but his anxiety was starting to get the better of him. He clasped his bottom lip between two rows of teeth as he glanced at his mate nervously. Just as he was about to intervene, the silhouette of their home began to materialize a short ways in front of them. After a few short moments, the truck’s tires came to a stop on the smooth pavement of their driveway and Levi felt finally able to fully exhale.

With a small, sheepish smile, Levi reached out to run one of his hands tenderly over the irate wolf’s forearm. “Thanks for dinner and driving home, Rem, I really—“

“No problebm.” Remi grumbled quickly, cutting him off as he stuffed the keys into his pocket and threw the trucks door open, angrily exiting the cab and slamming it intentionally behind him as he continued to grumble obscenities under his breath.

The leopard was left in his seat, stunned and speechless as he watched his mate fume up the few stairs to the porch, and jam the key into the front door to unlock it, only to be stopped in his tracks by another fit. This time, the sneezes were more harsh and louder than usual, forcing him to double over towards the bricks below his feet.

“hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih! Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih! Jesus fuck why did it have to be CATS!?”

Remi’s following frustrated sigh and slamming of their front door must have been loud enough to hear from the next block over, making Levi shrink into his seat, his grip tightening slightly around the kittens who were sleeping silently on his lap. The leopard honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had seen his mate so angry at him. Sighing quietly, he unbuckled his seatbelt and shuffled the kittens in his grasp to press gentle kisses against their foreheads, one by one.

“Don’t worry about the big bad wolf, you guys. I’ll make sure you’re safe and comfortable tonight. No more sleeping in the mud and cold~” he reassured the felines with a nervous smile, finally exiting the vehicle and making his way towards the front door with the kittens pressed tightly to his chest to keep them warm.

Slowly as to not make too much noise, the leopard turned the door handle and pulled it towards him to open their heavy door just enough to slip through and gently close it behind him.

Once inside, he could still hear Remi’s deep voice grumbling loudly to himself as he stomped through the house, clearly slamming every door possible as he went. Levi frowned at the childishness of his mate, slinking back into the spare bedroom they had near the back of the house. Once inside, he sat all three kittens gently onto the hardwood floor, and they took no time in stumbling over each other to explore the new space they were in.

The leopard grinned, chuckling softly to himself at such a simple existence. “Okay babies, you guys stay here and I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get you guys everything you’ll need for the night so you don’t even have to worry!” He reassured the kittens who paid him no mind, continuing to pad around the room curiously. Shaking his head and laughing to himself again, he quickly closed the bedroom door behind him and began racing through the house to collect items to use. In his excitement, he didn’t even hear Remi aggressively rip the back door open and go outside for a cigarette on their porch.

Quietly slipping into their shared office, Levi emptied out a plastic tub by tossing the contents on the top of the desk in the corner, and filled it with paper shavings that he fished out of their shredder. See? He knew making Remi buy a shredder would pay off eventually.

Next, he made his way into the kitchen, pulling a few small bowls from the cabinets.

He had almost completely forgotten about Remi’s temper tantrum until their back door slid open, and the wolf loudly made his entrance back into the house, the blinds clattering together as his large body forced its way through. He roughly closed it behind him, and stood just within the doorway, now shirtless with the same slacks he had worn to dinner still perched on his hips. He gripped a bottle of beer that was nearly empty in one of his large hands, and a pack of Camel wides in the other.

Levi managed a glance up to his mate from the dishes he had in his freckled hands. Remi bright green irises no longer glowed as brightly as they had in the car, and they were framed with bloodshot scleras, as well as a slight puffiness to the flesh around them. His nose had a similar pink hue to it, and his jaw hung open just slightly as he was forced to mouth breathe.

He seemed worse for wear, but no longer in a blind rage, which made Levi exhale a sigh of relief. Although, he couldn’t help but wonder when the wolf stood silently for a second, clearly fighting with himself over something. The feline tilted his head in confusion, but just as he was going to open his mouth to ask, Remi’s once stern expression twisted into something else.

His eyebrows shot up just as his reddened nostrils began to twitch, while his lower jaw fell even more slacked than it had earlier. Easily recognizing the expression, the leopard internally braced himself.

Remi’s chest quickly hiked up three times, and any thought that he was previously fighting with seemed to completely leave his mind as the feeling overwhelmed him, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else.

“hdt’ishhhh! Hihh’ISSHh! ihH’ktdSHhh!!!” The wolf’s torso snapped downward towards the floor as every muscle in his abdomen tightened simultaneously, his eyes squeezing shut and saliva misting the floor below him. Immediately after he had managed to regain control of his body, a frustrated growl rumbled from his throat.

“Fuck it, dnevermbind. It doesdnt fuckigg bmatter.” He snarled, running a wrist under his septum and leaving a wet trail against his forearm. He still didn’t make eye contact with Levi as he crossed the kitchen in three strides, storming off into their shared bedroom and slamming the door behind him.

“Oh—kay?” The leopard mumbled to himself under his breath before turning the faucet on and filling one of the bowls he had pulled out. Once it was filled with water, he carefully set it down on the counter, and turned on his heels to rifle through their fridge for anything he could offer the kittens. After a second, he finally settled on a bit of left over chicken that he had baked just the night before and began shredding it into tiny pieces that were distributed among the remaining three bowls.

Once he had finished, Levi clapped his hands together with pride, congratulating himself internally before scooping them up and lining them up carefully on top of the paper shavings within the tub he had prepared. With the tub in one hand, and the bowl of water held firmly in the other, the cat slowly made his way down the hallway again and into the spare bedroom.

All three kittens came running from different corners of the room, mewling happily at the leopard’s return and snaking between his legs.

“Awh, babies!” Levi cooed happily between giggles. “I have things for you!”

Gently slipping between the happy felines, he set the tub on the bed and the bowl of water on the floor in the corner behind him. The kittens all followed his hands, and after a second, all three began to lap loudly in unison at the water they were given.

The leopard giggled again, shaking his head. “If some simple water makes you guys that happy, you’re gonna flip over this!”

With expert dexterity, he maneuvered all three bowls of chicken out of the tub, and spread them out in front of the kittens. They didn’t even need any coaxing to leave the large bowl of water and scramble towards their meals, quickly burying their muzzles into what must have been their first real food in days. After a few seconds, the only sounds that echoed in the quiet room were the furious smacking of the kittens lips, and the almost roar of their combined elated purrs.

Levi watched in wondrous fascination as the three kittens tucked into their meal with fervor, their little pink tongues flicking in and out of their mouths in rapid succession, pulling chunks of chicken into their mouths and chewing eagerly. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of their contentment, his heart melting at the joy on their little faces as they savored the taste of real food for the first time in who knows how long. The aroma of cooked chicken filled the room small bedroom, mixing with the faint scent of cinnamon essential oils from Levi's earlier cleaning efforts, creating a heady blend that made his stomach growl softly.

As they finished up, one by one, each kitten curled up around its bowl, licking any remaining juices and looking up at him with trusting eyes. They were so tiny and helpless…

How could Remi really expect him to just leave them there on the side of the road? The thought in itself made the leopard shutter with disgust.

Levi settled into the corner of the bed, smiling fondly at the adorable kittens as they finished up their meal. He carefully picked up the first one and held it close to his chest, its long whiskers and soft fur tickling his chin.

"You guys are just so precious," he whispered, gently stroking the tiny creature's head. "I can't believe anybody could ever abandon you." He watched as they all began to drift off to sleep, every now and then twitching their little whiskers in their dreams.

As the leopard watched them snooze, his icy blue eyes began to grow heavy too. His mind wandered back to the gruff yet gentle figure of his mate, wondering what could have made him act so coldly earlier.

After a few moments, Levi found himself softly singing a lullaby under his breath; one he hadn't sung in years. It was one his mother used to sing to him when he was their age, and it seemed fitting now. The kittens curled tighter into their respective corners of the guest bed as they fell asleep, exhausted from their meal and from the newfound safety they'd found. They were so small and defenseless that it warmed his heart just watching them sleep.

Just as he absentmindedly let his own vision glaze over while watching over his defenseless house guests, the fattest of the three kittens opened its small, green eyes and stood up slowly before toddling towards the leopard. Levi chuckled breathily, scooping the kitten up in his arms and pressing a kiss to its forehead.

“What’s wrong? Did you just need a cuddle buddy? Don’t worry, you’re safe here with me~” he reassured the small feline, stroking the soft fur between its ears, to which a loud, happy purr suddenly echoed through the otherwise quiet guest room. Leaning back against the headboard, his thoughts began to race around in his head. Even with such healing sounds vibrating against him from all angles, Levi he couldn’t help but think of his mate, and how much he wanted to be buried under the blankets with him right now.

He knew Remi was an ass sometimes, there was no denying that, but Levi knew that deep down he had a good heart. He just kept it hidden most of the time. Most people didn’t get to see the fun, loving, and compassionate Remington that he got to see, so the fact that his actions had caused the wolf to explode like he did really dug at him..

Plus, it’s not like Levi made a habit of picking up strays and bringing them home.. But these little nuggets were different; they needed him. At least for tonight. Then tomorrow, he knew Meeko and Connie could point him in the right direction to find a shelter to take them to. One that would ensure they found the best homes with the most amazing people to spend their life with.

With a saddened sigh, Levi slowly peeled the comforter out from under him, tucking his feet into the warmth of its folds very quietly as to not disturb the sleeping kittens scattered around him. The kitten that had made it a point to come keep him company still purred loudly, kneeling its tiny paws into the blanket around them.

As if the kitten could understand him, Levi smiled brightly, before continuing his thought out loud.

“You know, I bet if he wasn’t allergic to you, Remi would really like you guys.” The leopard stated matter of factly with an equally sure nod. “He might be a little rough around the edges sometimes, but he’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met once you get him to lower his walls..” Levi’s soft voice took on a sad undertone as he continued to pet the kitten between its ears. It felt wrong to him to be sleeping in the guest room while his mate was probably already asleep in their bed down the hall.

Suddenly, from behind the closed door of the spare room, Levi’s sharp ears caught what sounded like a quick gasp, which was instantly followed by an almost strangled, “Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Huh'GDTS'ue!” And then silence again.

Was that… Remi?

Levi stopped for another second to listen again, and when he was only met with silence, he nimbly leapt from the depths of the comforter around him, and within seconds was already at the bedroom door, flinging it open.

Sitting on the floor on the other side of the bedroom door, Remi sucked in a surprised gasp when he was suddenly face to face with his mate who stood in the doorway with a hand on his hip and a small smirk.

The leopard clicked his tongue a few times, shaking his head. “Remington Connors! Were you spying on us?” Levi couldn’t help but giggle softly as the wolf stumbled over his words trying to defend himself even if he was just caught red handed.

“I- uh—.. I was just.. uhm…” Remi tried, but Levi simply shook his head again with a full laugh this time.

“You should maybe learn to stifle all the way if you’re going to try and be stealthy..” Levi could barely get his full sentence out between his laughter, which only made the corners of Remi’s mouth tug upward into his trademark smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, get your laughs in.” The wolf replied with a chuckle as he slowly made it to his feet next to his mate. Once in a little more light, Levi could easily see that while his emerald irises were still framed with red, bloodshot sclera, they were no longer swollen like they had been, and his consonants no longer sounded rounded out by the congestion packed into his sinuses. Plus, the rage that nearly bubbled out of him earlier was no where to be seen, which made the leopard inwardly sigh with relief.

“You sound a lot better..” Levi offered, reaching out one of his small freckled hands to card it through the other’s thick, raven strands of hair, but the wolf expertly ducked out of the way before he could make contact, which made the leopard visibly pout a little.

Sniffling softly and dragging his nose against his wrist for a brief moment, Remi smirked, although it was much softer this time. “I took a couple allergy meds.. but they aren’t magic, and you have dander all over your hands..” the canine explained as Levi pulled his hand back with an understanding nod of his head.

“I uh.. I couldn’t go to sleep without apologizing to you for my behavior tonight..” Remi stated sheepishly, palming the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that, especially if your actions were saving lives, and I’m truely sorry.” The wolf’s toxic green eyes drifted up to meet Levi’s, an honest expression written all over his features.

The leopard couldn’t help but melt into a puddle on the floor.

His mate was notorious for making apologies like pulling teeth.. Yet, he offered this up so candidly and without trying to justify his actions. He knew he fucked up, and that meant a lot to him.

Levi smiled brightly, and without thinking, threw his thin arms around Remi’s neck with a delighted squeal. “Thank you for apologizing, Rem, it really makes me so happy that you aren’t upset with me. I forgive you, my love~” The leopard beamed, covering his mate’s cheek with kisses.

Remi didn’t even have a chance to protest before his already raw nose twitched to life again, and almost instantly his large chest began to swell as his breath snagged within his throat.

“L-Levi.. I- ihh- ih’TTSSHH! hih’IIISSHHHuue! heh’ITTSHH’IEW!!” The wolf sneezed harshly against his mate’s shoulder, grimacing outwardly at the raw, itchy feeling in his throat and nose again.

Suddenly aware of his actions, Levi quickly released his grasp around his mate’s neck.

“Fuck, Rem, I’m so sorry!” He whimpered, covering his mouth with both hands as if to hide the surprised expression on his face.

After a few seconds of clarity, Remi attempted a forceful sniff, only to find his nose had become completely clogged again. Despite the sigh that escaped him, his mouth was still pulled up into a small smirk.

“It’s fine, Pesi. I’m going to go take a shower and probably head to bed, but tomorrow I’ll help you call around to find somewhere safe for the kittens, okay? Just get all your snuggles in with them tonight, cause tomorrow, I’ll be taking them back.” With a rather congested chuckle, Remi tousled the leopard’s white faux hawk before sauntering back down the hallway towards their bedroom.

Although before he could even shut their door behind him, one final “hh'IETSH’UE!” rumbled down the hallway, making Levi outwardly laugh a full, genuine laugh.

“This guy has cat to be kitten me right meow…”

Thanks so much for reading 😚😚

As always, @thekinkyleopard owns Levi 💚

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del 💐 do the trio have any animals? like, cows, chickens, sheep, goats? or do they maybe just have horses, dogs, and cats? but! do robby and reader ever catch rhett napping with any of the animals that they have inside or outside?

*whispers* i don’t have a tiktok but i have seen an amount of farm videos uploaded elsewhere of people napping with cows, or the one of the tiny baby lamb getting scritches and knocking its hoof against the person when they stop? but also big rhett curled up with big dogs—i actually don’t know how big shepherding dogs are (if they have cows), or if you can nap with a horse? but cat naps in the sun with a cat? omg 🌷 but you tell me, darling! what’s going on in that household?!

I almost hit "Answer Privately" when I was drafting this and nearly had a heart attack.

omg wait why have I never really considered this 😭 I have so many thoughts. (Sidebar, I'm writing this assuming nobody has any allergies. If you're allergic to a particular animal, just...skip over that portion and pretend it never happened <3)

There's never really...been a plan for pets; they've sort of just happened? Aside from the chickens that Bob gets after he leaves the Navy (three Buff Orpingtons and two silkies. I elaborate more on this in Rhett's A Borderline Disney Princess), nobody has actually sat down and said, "Hey, I want to get this particular animal for this reason." Instead, the animals sort of...find them instead.

The first Winter in the new house, two days before Christmas, Rhett inexplicably didn't come home when he was supposed to. The Reader and Bob had called and texted him, but the most they'd gotten was a rushed promise of "I'll be home soon." He's usually home come dinner time, but by the time Bob and Reader had ate, showered and watched a pre-bedtime movie, their cowboy was nowhere to be seen.

So when a shivering Rhett and his buddy Archie came bursting through the door, snow clinging to their hair and the bottom of Archie's beard, the Readrer and Bob didn't know what to think. And Rhett was so focused on what resided in the box to see the way Bob's face lit up when a choir of tiny, tiny meows echoed through the kitchen.

Kittens. Dumped out on the ranch, Rhett and Archie have been working. Feral, spicy little things. Big enough to climb a tree and evade two cowboys but not old enough to survive without their momma. There are five of them: two white, a one-eyed calico, one solid black, and an orange. And every single one of them is rightfully pissed off, puffed up, and spitting at anyone who dares reach for them. Rhett's hands are torn to hell. Archie nearly lost an eye.

The Reader knows right away that they're going to wind up with at least one. Because Bob keeps peeking into the box and giggling when a flurry of hissing erupts, muttering under his breath about how he just wants to play with them. It does take him some time to coax them out, but by morning, he's befriended one of the white kittens. She may be small, but she's on his heels like a trained killer. Climbing up his sweats, squealing at the top of her lungs, and biting at his fingers.

She's a keeper.

The second kitten is chosen when Rhett takes a nap on the couch and wakes to find that the calico has cuddled up on his chest. Only to puff up and scratch his jaw when he tries to touch her, but she refuses to get off of him.

The white kitten is named after the mother cat from Aristocats, Duchess. And the one-eyed calico...her name is Egg. Because Bob was cooking once, and she knocked an entire carton of eggs off the counter. What better way to memorialize Bob's ruined breakfast plan then by naming the cat after it?

Archie finds this missing mom about two weeks later, just as feral and vicious as her babies. But what do you know, his wife came to the ranch one afternoon and had that damn cat purring in her lap before the sun had set. The cat is now affectionately named Rose, and she's treated better than most people.

Meanwhile, the remaining three find homes on their own. Archie takes the black one, and Rueben and Mickey drive four hours just for the remaining white, but the orange takes a while. He's an adventurous handful who gets his head stuck in a discarded peanut butter jar and somehow got shut in the fridge for about fifteen minutes (he was found snuggling with the jam and the butter).

Until Jake, in the middle of some cross-country road trip, spent the night and impulsively adopted the little ball of mischief. A match made in hell. Where he goes, that cat goes. Walks at the beach, hiking, swimming, road trips, and vacations. The cat even comes to the bar with him.

And then, of course, is the time that Rhett buys a handful of button quail from some guy at the gas station. Despite his avid despise of chickens, Rhett's built a nice little pen for the quail, borderline luxury. It's learned very quickly that Egg will steal the eggs...don't ask how Rhett managed to pry the delicate thing out of her greedy little jaws.

It was traumatic for both of them.

Once, the three were snuggled up on the couch, recovering from a flu that even had the cats sneezing when an advertisement for a local animal shelter flashed across the television. Rhett had pointed to one of the dogs in the background, curled up in the back of its kennel, unnoticed by the person filming. Bob had jokingly said they should go visit the poor thing, not really intending to follow through, but the Reader just couldn't get it out of their head.

So, spontaneously, on a day off, they visited the shelter and spent a half hour searching for the little thing. Until they found him, a German Shepherd-Australian Cattle Dog mix named River by a previous owner. He'd been returned four times for herding children, escaping, and being an overall hellion. One of many, many backyard-bred dogs with too much energy to be a stay-at-home family dog.

The Reader isn't so sure about adopting them, this dog needs a job that they can't exactly provide but they keep coming by every Thursday to take River on a walk, and Rhett's starting to take notice, eventually tagging along to meet River for himself.

You can imagine Bob's surprise when he came home to a new dog in the house. Just a two-week trial to see if they're the right fit because Rhett's gotten it in his head that this dog has what it takes to work on a ranch. He's trained ranch dogs back in Wabang; it's nothing particularly new to him.

It's the longest six months of everyone's lives, keeping River out of the cat litter, breaking him of stealing food, and teaching him his manners, but one way or another, River joins the family. He's got an outdoor kennel and a doggie door to choose when he goes in and out (which is now fully cat-proofed because Egg got out and went on an adventure once).

He floats about the house on days off, hops in the truck with Rhett when he heads off to work, and he's taken to herding cattle a lot quicker than anyone could have expected. River does prefer to lounge in his outdoor area over indoor, but he'll come up to steal some snuggles on the couch every once in a while. Rhett's his primary victim; there have been many times when someone's walked in the living room to find Rhett and River knocked out, snoring.

Likewise, Rhett's been photographed many a time sleeping with his horse while on the clock. Sometimes, there's an hour or two where they're waiting for something to get finished, and there's nothing else to do. So he finds himself a nice spot in the grass, lays down, and slowly but surely, his mare Isabela comes wandering over. Most of the time, she'll just sit and "stand guard" while he naps, but every once in a while, she'll lie down nearby.

The Reader and Bob are cat magnets. They can lay down just about anywhere and wake to a collection of felines around and on them. Bob once fell asleep on the porch swing and woke up to the neighbor's tabby sitting on his legs. And Egg will actively curl herself around someone's head if she can get away with it without waking someone up.

Bob also just...comes home with a duck one day. Found it injured on the side of the road, so of course, he had to pick it up, take it to the vet, and bring it home. And well, the duck has to have friends, and ideally, they need to be in groups of five to six.

So now they have seven ducks that just do their own thing. They go up in their pen every night, are let out when Bob gets up, and wander about the fenced-in portion of the property, quacking about how they plan to kick Rhett's ass the next time they see him.

That's how Rhett views it, anyway.

Normal animals and chickens aside, they don't really own any farm animals. Mostly because nobody has the energy to look after them, and they already get their fix through Rhett's job. Want to meet this year's crop of lambs? Goats? The new donkey? What about Archie's new mule? Calves? They're all a hop and a skip away at Rhett's place of work, free to visit whenever.

Rhett's also a primary catalyst in the "no farm animals" category, primarily because he knows how much of a responsibility those animals can be. It's no fun being stuck at home taking care of animals and not being able to go on vacations because you have nobody to look after them while you're gone.

Though there is the odd occasion where a heifer rejects her calf or passes unexpectedly, and Rhett winds up bringing the baby home to keep an eye on for the night... who would have thought that you could fit a calf in the passenger seat of a truck?

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the boxers during christmas

merry crisis! ❤️ i am mentally losing it!

Glass Joe

- baking gingerbread men themed after the other boxers

- went iceskating and accidentally got a medal

- going ornament shopping for the christmas tree

- baking up a feast for everyone, hes trying to get on the nice list this year hes got enough coal to fuel 30 trains

Von Kaiser

- reading christmas stories for Mac next to the fireplace

- attempted to bake and accidentally set himself on fire, hes banned from the kitchen now

- scolding anyone messing with the advent calendar

Disco Kid

- keeps doing a mariah carey impression and screaming "ITS TIME!!!"

- making a christmas playlist for everyone

- decorating the place on the least safe ladder ever, its shaky, rusty, old and on the verge of breaking down just like the average old person!

King Hippo

- eating all the advent calendar chocolate in one sitting

- bit a christmas tree ornament since he thought it looked nice

- ate the missletoe since he mistaked it for berries (i am not spelling that right send help)

- hes just hibernating until the new year

Piston Hondo

- making hot cocoa for everyone

- caught a cold but faking it to not break the holiday spirit

- slowly going insane because of Disco Kid blasting christmas music

Bear Hugger

-chopped down a entire ass tree just for decorating it, unfortunately some of the boxers have some allergies (*COUGH COUGH* joe - *COUGH COUGH*) so it didnt go great

- buying dumb hats for everyone

- making some cranberry juice for the group

- mrs bear came over to have dinner with them at one point, She even brought some decorations and food!! How kind of her!!

Great Tiger

- broke some bones while climbing a wall to decorate the roof, ouch

- Really feeling the cranberry juice, thats some good shit

- the christmas lights make him a bit dizzy but trying to tough it out

Don Flamenco

- setting up missletoes EVERYWHERE. oh you want to have some cookies? Just move past the missletoe IN THE KITCHEN!! Need to shower? just ignore the missletoe in the shower cabin and you'll be set! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE KISSING!!

- watching christmas movies and getting all joyful before getting another christmas ornament thrown at him by aran

- "Ah, isnt christmas so wonderful?– (BONK)"

Aran Ryan

- chucking christmas ornaments at everyone, he thinks it makes a funny sound

- hes getting coal this year 100%

- eating raw dough as usual (but in a festive way)

Soda Popinski

- hes just planning go sleep during the countdown so he can say "ive slept for a year!!"

- adding gingerbread & cinnamon to EVERYTHİNG. Soda pls stop eating omelettes with cinnamon

- keeps making shitty puns

Bald Bull

- doing the dissapointment mom sigh anytime someone makes a christmas pun

- scolding Disco for the shitty ladder hes using

- freezing his ass off but trying to pretend nothing is going on

Super Macho Man

- Just taking pictures for his posts

- overdecorating everythin:, bright lights, shiny decorations and enough snowmen to make an army

- adding too much sugar to his hot choco

Mr Sandman

- wearing a silly little christmas sweater & santa hat, hes a bit jolly, whimsy even

- had the bright idea of dressing up Mac as a elf

- went on a emergency ingredient run after Joe ran out of frosting & flour