#dedicated WAY too much time to this one BUT HEY... it's christmas

[vellichorom]

Happy chrimble!!

having been reminded of kevan's tweets, i got UNREASONABLY inspired &... well,

happy chrimble ~ !!!

[catherinnn]

Truth or Dare Harrington?

Steddie x reader

summary: The gang has a night out singing karaoke and drinking. When the party dies down, this trio continues the fun at your apartment.

warnings: SMUT (+18), threesome, p i v, unprotected sex (don't do this, this is fiction), oral sex (m & f), no body descriptions appart that it's afab reader, smoking weed and drinking alcohol.

words: 3.2 k. masterlist

part 2

It had started as a fun night out celebrating you were all finally available, the entire group.

Ever since some of you started collage and others started working, the group wasn't what it once was. But tonight you were all here, drinking shot after shot and finishing endless cups of whatever you were ordering.

You went to a karaoke bar –Robin's idea– and it was the most fun you have had in a while.

You did all from solo songs to duets.

You sang 'I'm Just a Girl' with the girls; you sang a duet with Eddie doing 'The Chain'; Steve dared you to sing 'Take My Breath Away'; and then you made him sing 'Last Christmas' –even though it is July– but he made you sing it with him. Eddie and Steve dedicated you their version of 'Maneater' which you didn't know if you should be flattered or offended by.

To sum up, every possible song until your vocal cords hurt.

After that, you offered your apartment to keep the party going. Steve and Eddie were the firsts to say yes very excitedly, but the rest of the gang decided to head home already, calling it a night.

Eddie offered to share some of his good stuff but they went off either way. You still agreed to go and smoke at least for a little while with the boys.

That's how you ended up in your couch, passing a joint among the three of you while you played some dumb drinking game.

"Truth" Eddie chooses.

"Who of the two of us was your favorite to sing with tonight?" you ask him.

"Oh, that's mean. I liked both of you," Eddie takes a moment to think. "but I think we had a lot of chemistry on that stage, big boy"

"What?" you ask offended at his answer. "We had so much chemistry with that song, and it was much more of an iconic moment than yours!"

"Hey hey, he already made his decision!" Steve argues. "Control your jealousy"

"Get out of my apartment" you joke.

"Alright, calm down, I'll make you choose too" Eddie starts. "If you were... stranded on a desert island with one of us, who would it be?"

You roll your eyes, "that's easy, Steve" Eddie gasps offended and Steve grins proudly. "Well, because he was an athlete, he has a good body to survive and also take care of me" you tried to defend your answer.

"I'll take care of you baby" Steve winks at you.

Eddie and you start bickering until Steve makes you shut up and keep playing.

"Quit fighting, Eddie I dare you to say your favorite thing about her"

Eddie smirks already knowing his answer, "Umm, let me think," he says, pretending to be indecisive while forming two circles with his hands in front of his chest, mimicking the shape of breasts.

Steve laughs at this and you roll your eyes containing your giggle.

"Uh- no, it's her eyes, definitely" he answers for real this time.

"Yours?" Steve asks you now. "What's your favorite think about him?"

"Umm," you look at him while thinking your answer. "I could say your eyes as well, but I don't want to copy you... and I love your hair but we have the king of all hairs here present" you say referring to Steve. "I really like your smile, your whole face lights up when you smile, and you have those cute dimples too"

Eddie, ironically, can't help but smile at your statement.

"My turn" you declare. "Stevie, truth or dare"

"Dare"

"I dare you to... hold hands with Eddie for the next three rounds"

"Alright" he takes the other man's hand in his as he also takes the joint from his mouth to keep smoking himself. The latter rolls his eyes at this.

More rounds like that continue, where Eddie makes you sit on Steve's lap until you finish playing, and you make Eddie do a sexy dance without music where you couldn't stop laughing.

"Truth or dare Harrington?" the metalhead asks him.

"Truth"

"What is... a fantasy of yours? A sexy one"

"Uh..." Steve debates whether to say it or not. "Well, I've always wanted to- um, to have a threesome"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"With two girls?" you ask him.

"Yeah... or a guy and a girl too, I think" he confesses.

"Princess, I dare you and Steve to shotgun" Eddie says all of the sudden.

"What? It's not even your turn"

"We're not even following those rules anymore" he defends.

"Uh, fine" you agree either way.

Steve grabs the joint and as you were already on his lap you just turn your head to look at him.

"I'll do it, yeah?" he checks and you nod.

He takes a drag and holds it, you move your head as close as you can so your lips are almost touching. He exhales the smoke into your mouth and you inhale it.

You don't know if it's the weed or having Steve so close to your face you're almost kissing, but you get a little dizzy on your head.

"You okay?" he checks on you again noticing this. You nod slowly without moving away yet, as you exhale the smoke.

Eddie looks at this smirking, enjoying the scene. "Steve, I dare you to kiss her"

"W- what?"

"Oh, you are both dying to! Just do it already!" he accuses.

You and Steve look back at each other as if you're asking the same question: Can we?

And you both give each other a little nod.

Therefore, Steve slowly closes the distance, finally kissing you.

His lips feel soft on yours. You can taste something sweet as well as the weed from before. The kiss is slow and tender, he caresses your cheek to pull you closer. Your hands go to his hair, feeling how soft it is.

When you separate, you let a little laugh out and so does he.

"That's cute" Eddie comments. You both look back at him.

Steve tries something, hoping it goes well. "Munson, I dare you to kiss her now"

He looks at Steve surprised, but with a smile on. As if he couldn't believe he had said that.

"Can I, sweetheart?" He asks you.

It's like having a little red devil on one shoulder saying, 'Yes! Go kiss him!' and a little angel on the other shoulder saying, 'No, you shouldn't be doing this.’

You pick the devil's side.

Getting down from Steve’s lap, you move closer to the other boy now.

He smirks at you before pressing his lips to yours.

This kiss was a little harder, not fast, just more passionate. He tastes like mint mixed with a smoky sent, being the weed and cigarettes. His hand is also on your cheek, almost at your jaw, keeping you in place. Your hands are also on his hair as you play with his curls.

You separate and feel that dizzy head again. What are these boys doing to you?

He smiles as well as Steve did and you ignore the little jump your belly does.

"I think there's only one move left" you comment as you look at them. You point at one, then at the other, and continue moving your finger back and forth between them, indicating both of them.

Eddie looks at Steve with a big grin. He's enjoying this way too much.

"O- okay" Steve agrees and they get closer until they start kissing.

You lean back enjoying the show. They don't hold back, it’s not a mere peck on the lips, not even close to that. They kiss properly. You wonder if now their tastes are mixed as well. Or if they can taste your lips as well as each other's.

You sit up and get closer to them. They separate and both look at you with puffy lips, you smile at that sight. You feel their hands at your waist bringing you closer. You grab both their faces gently as you bring them closer together and to you.

They see you closing your eyes and they follow you.

It's your first three-way kiss, it's not as uncomfortable as you imagined it would be. It's pretty fun actually, feeling both of their lips against yours, tongues meeting each other again. It's really hot.

You separate after a few minutes of that, looking at them smiling.

"Umm, do you... do any of you want to stop?" Steve asks a bit awkwardly.

Eddie is quick to shake his head, looking at you expectantly.

"Me either" you confirm.

Eddie smiles and kisses you again. You extend your hand to Steve so he doesn't feel left out. He takes it and starts to kiss your neck now. You let out a soft moan against the other boy's mouth.

Kisses and touches are shared among the three of you. You feel Eddie's hands under your shirt and Steve's on your ass. The metalhead lifts your shirt up a little as if asking you if it's okay, you separate from Steve's mouth and lift your arms up. He bites his lips as he takes the shirt off.

Both boy's hands are quickly on your waist, belly and chest.

"You can take that off too, you know?" you say referring to you bra. They look at you as if you just told them they won the lottery.

Steve is the first to reach the back of your bra and unhook it. Eddie's hands take your straps and slowly takes it off completely.

They stare at your boobs as if it is the first time they're seeing breasts. You know for a fact that it's not.

Steve's hands that were on your waist, travel upwards to touch them. Eddie goes to kiss your neck and travel down to your chest, and then to your breasts.

Steve kisses you again and you go to take his shirt off now. You moan on his mouth as Eddie plays with your tits expertly, making you more impatient.

“Can you lay down for us, sweetheart?” Steve asks you and you do as he asked.

Eddie sits up next to Steve, looking down at you as well. Steve whispers something in Eddie’s ear and he nods in agreement. You frown.

“Care to share with the class, boys?” you tell them. Eddie smirks at your joke but stays quiet.

“We just want to take of you” Steve starts.

“Enjoy you a little bit. Does that sound good, princess?” Eddie continues.

You’re still intrigued of what they agreed on, but accept either way.

“Good, just relax for us” Eddie says again as he hovers on top of you and starts kissing you. You enjoy having him like this. You feel Steve’s hands on your thighs going up to your hips.

“Can I take these off?” he asks referring to your pants and you give him the green light.

He unbuttons your pants and takes them off, taking his time, caressing your thighs while you still enjoy of the other boy’s lips on yours.

“These are so cute, baby” the bigger boy comments making Eddie stop kissing you to turn his head and see what he was talking about.

“Oh” Eddie lets out sweetly, “Do you always wear pretty panties like these?” he teases and you shake your head. “No? And why did you wear them tonight?”

You shrug this time, acting innocent. The truth is they make you feel good about yourself. You feel pretty and hot with them. As you knew you were going to go out with them tonight, you wanted the confidence. But you weren’t going to admit that.

“Just a coincidence? Or did you wear them because you were gonna see us?” Eddie continues teasing you.

“What do you think?” you say against his lips, challenging him.

“I think you’re not as innocent as you seem right now” he confesses and it takes everything in you not to make him lay down now as you sit in top of him and see if he can still tease you that way. But you don’t, because you also want to focus on Steve.

“Stop it you two” Steve orders.

“Open your pretty legs, baby” Eddie changes the subject smirking as he moves to face your panties now.

Steve takes advantage of this and lays next to you as he starts kissing your neck.

Eddie finally takes your underwear off and you feel him kissing your thighs, traveling up.

You turn to kiss the boy next to you and he responds happily, caressing from your waist, to your back, your neck, your hair. Everywhere he can really.

Eddie’s kisses move to your cunt now, focusing on your clit and teasing your entrance with two of his fingers.

It’s harder to focus now, Eddie puts his mouth to good use when he’s not mocking you. He makes you feel so good, knowing exactly where and how to play with your pussy. This, added with the touches and kisses Steve leaves on your skin, making you burn.

You moan as you back to kissing Steve, one of your hands on his hair and the other on the hair of the boy kissing you lower. Pulling at each mane.

Eddie doesn’t even want to blink, looking at you both make out as you hide your moans on Steve’s mouth. He is enjoying your sweet taste and the beautiful view. Flickering his tongue quickly on your clit and then sucking on it, he enters two of his fingers in you, making you arch, he smirks against your pussy.

His tongue moves in sync with his fingers, picking a more urgent pace as he feels you clench. You separate from Steve as you keep moaning.

“Gonna cum, baby? Are you close?” the latter asks as he enjoys watching you like this.

“Yes, mmph” you let out pulling on the long set of hair and arching even more as you cum. Your legs try to close but Steve stops them before you succeed.

Eddie keeps licking your pussy for a few more seconds after you cum, to then get up triumphantly. Steve grabs the boy to give him another kiss, tasting you on his tongue. Both men moan at this.

While you catch your breath you see them as they undress each other completely. When they’re done, they look back at you.

“Do you want to keep going?” Eddie asks you and you tell them yes.

They make you sit in the middle on them, your back to Steve. Eddie kisses you and you still taste yourself a little, Steve kisses your whole back.

The tattooed boy steps back, and Steve slowly pushes you down, positioning you all on fours.

“If you want to stop at any time, please tell us. Okay?” He says in your ear and you nod.

You feel Eddie’s hand on your chin, making you look up. He kisses you again as you feel Steve positioning himself in your entrance.

“Can I, baby?” he checks one more time, and you give him the green light once again.

You moan in Eddie’s mouth as you feel Steve entering you. He’s big, really big, making you feel him everywhere.

Eddie kisses your check, jaw, and neck until you get used to Steve’s size. Then he gets up, and you’re now facing his belly.

Before either of them says anything, you understand what they want to do. You start kissing his happy trail down to his cock. He’s also very big, a little less thick than Steve, but definitely nothing for him to feel jealous of.

You feel Steve moving slow but deep inside you, and as he feels you getting more wet around him, he fastens his thrusts.

You start kissing Eddie’s head and licking his length for a few seconds just to tease him. Then you finally wrap your lips around him, slowly entering your mouth. He throws his head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

“Your mouth feels so good, princess, fuck” he curses.

Steve moves faster at this, “Pussy’s so good too, you’re just fucking perfect” he moans.

You moan with your mouth completely full, making Eddie grunt and wrap his hand in your hair, also preventing it from bothering you.

Both boys take pleasure on the view as well. Eddie can see Harrington with his mouth slightly open, letting some moans and curses out as he moves perfectly inside you. He can see your round ass and Steve’s hands gripping it harshly. Lastly, he can see your beautiful face in pleasure as you take all of him in your mouth. He wonders how he can be so fucking lucky to be living this, but wishes it never stops.

Steve watches your pussy take him expertly, from his tip until he feels his pelvis come in touch with your skin. He watches your ass all round and perfect in front of him; he can’t see your face, but he sees Eddie’s hand grip your hair tighter and tighter until his skin turns white. He watches the other boy’s tattooed chest and arms, with his head turning back in pleasure from time to time, showing his big neck.

“Fuck yes, just like that, princess” Eddie curses. And Steve smirks feeling you clench around him.

“She likes hearing you, Munson”

“Oh, do you now? You like me saying how good you’re taking me? Best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had” You feel a tingle of jealousy imagining him with another girl in her knees for him, you’ll find a way to bother him with that when your mouth is not completely full.

“Fuck, she really does” Steve snitches on you and Eddie laughs.

“Such a good play toy we have here for us, Harrington”

“Fucking right we do”

Eddie feels you whimper against him. You separate, taking him out of your mouth to breathe for a second.

“That’s good, catch your breath, sweetheart” he says as he brushes his thumb over your swollen lips.

“Fuck, Steve! Harder!” you take the advantage to tell him and he obeys, making you face the cushions now form how hard he’s thrusting in and out.

“I can feel how close you are, baby, cum for us” He orders now, sliding a hand to play with your clit.

“Oh, yes yees, just like that!” You grip the cushions hard as you let yourself come undone.

“Shit baby, you’re so hot” He moves harder and faster now, catching his climax.

He quickly takes himself out, stroking his cock fast until he cums on your back, cursing and moaning as he does.

He picks up his shirt and cleans you out as you catch your breath.

You feel Eddie now next to you again.

“You feel okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I’m really good” you comment, and you see he’s still hard.

“Eds” you get up to sit on his lap, but he stops you.

“Wait, hey. Do you want to keep going? We don’t have to?”

You roll your eyes playfully, still appreciating his concern, and you kiss him again.

He kisses you back so needy, grabbing you to sit on him and feeling you up.

He stops for a second and looks to the side of the room, Steve is sitting down watching you. Eddie signals the seat next to him, and Steve gets closer to you.

You go back to kissing Eddie, and Steve is kissing his neck.

Hands are everywhere, feeling each other’s bodies. You get up slightly and grab Eddie’s dick so you can sit on him.

“Oh, shit” he moans against Steve’s mouth. You move back and forth on him, Steve’s hands controlling your movements, helping you to ride Eddie.

“Oh fuuck” you moan arching my back.

“Sensitive baby?” Steve teases you and you nod.

“You feel so good, princess, holy shit” his head rests back on Steve’s shoulder. You both go to kiss and bite his neck, leaving marks behind just like the one’s Steve’s leaving on your hips from his tight grip.

“You feel so so good in me, baby” You tease him a little, whisper in his ear. “You both did, stretching me out so well, my big boys”

“Fuck- I- I’m not gonna last, I’m so close” He rests his head on your shoulder now, leaving bites and kisses.

“Cum with me Eds, I’m so close too” you jump faster now.

“Look at our little bunny here” Steve keeps teasing you both now, Eddie looks up at you and kisses you once again.

“Mhh, cum Eddie! Cum with me!” You tell him as you let go. He follows you right behind, grunting your name.

You stay like that with him, hugging each other. Steve gets up to grab a glass of water and a towel so he can clean you up once again.

He rests back on the couch next to you two.

“That was incredible” he comments.

“It really was” you say, turning your head to look at him, still resting with Eddie.

“You okay, Munson?” Steve checks since he stayed silent.

“I’m awesome man” he finally lets out. “and was incredible, indeed”

“You’re staying over? Don’t make me sleep alone now” you ask them.

“Of course, sweetheart”

“If you insist, princess”

You let out a small laugh, pleased with their answers.

“Let’s go to bed before we fall asleep on the couch” Steve orders.

And you sleep with one of them on each side, all cuddling together. You haven’t slept that good in a while.

[shadesoflsk]

BLANCA NAVIDAD

pairing: leon kennedy x fem reader.

summary: Leon never liked Christmas. Memories of him being taken away from his parents and countless missions made him a bitter man. However, he wouldn't have guessed that one day, he would be placing Christmas stockings with a wife and a little bundle of joy next to him.

warnings: Mostly fluff, dad leon, mentions of injuries, alcohol problems, Leon being an orphan, mild hurt (nothing bad I swear) so cheesy and sappy.

"to give up one's very self – to think only of others – how to bring the greatest happiness to others – that is the true meaning of Christmas."

The sounds of boxes being moved filled your living room. It’s the first week of December, and both of you have postponed the task of adorning your house with Christmas stuff until now. Between Leon’s job and your newfound activity (taking care of your 1 year old daughter) it’s been nearly impossible to find enough time to dedicate yourself to this special holiday. 

Leon had told you it was more than okay if you wanted to do it by yourself. He knew how much you love this holiday. And ever since halloween ended, you found yourself eager to buy even more stuff to fill your home with. Nonetheless, you waited for your husband. There was no way you would let this opportunity slip away.

And, as you walked into the living room carrying a box albeit Leon’s constant bickering about how you shouldn’t lift heavy things, your heart melted at the sight of Leon placing a christmas hat on you guys’ daughter, which was too big on her and partially covered her sight.

“Da-da” With the baby on his hip, Leon was once again trying to teach his daughter how to say his “name.” It all started with a simple joke about him being the favorite parent, but now it has turned into a serious situation, at least for him. He wanted his daughter to master the art of speaking before Christmas. Although he has noticed that his little one barely said anything else than babbling nonsense. She was almost there, those bwaaah would turn into dada, he was sure.

She had none of that, though. As soon as Leon started talking, she laughed. As if he was telling her the funniest joke ever. Your daughter had heart eyes for both of you, but you had to admit it – she was definitely a daddy's girl. The way her eyes get so big whenever she sees Leon, and how her tiny fingers wrap around his thumb each time he's feeding her – yeah, she loves her dad.

He was an expert in fatherhood. He had no recollection of ever taking care of kids before. But, as soon as his little girl was born, the father's instincts kicked in. The way her cries filled the hospital room made him want to turn off the world for a second and give his daughter and wife a well-deserved moment of peace.

However, he never thought his life would get so lucky that he would get to experience being a dad. Ever since he was born, he was surrounded by disaster and misfortune. Having to grow up at an orphanage wasn't the most ideal place to mold a child into a perfect human being, but it seems that the little time he had spent with his parents shaped him correctly.

“Ma-ma.” You walked behind Leon and placed a hand on his other hip. Your baby instantly kicked her little feet in excitement for seeing her mom. Maybe she's a mama's girl, too.

“Hey! She was almost saying dada.” Leon feigned disappointment as you tried luring your daughter into saying mama first. This was a competition between you and Leon. Which prize will be having the satisfaction of being the “favorite parent.”

“Yeah of course. My bad.” You chuckled, voice filled with sarcasm knowing that your daughter has been the laziest of babies. Most 1 year old babies already say mama or dad. Or both. Yet this little rascal just likes existing, eating, sleeping, and exploring.

Leon saw you carrying a box and sighed in mild disappointment. You could already hear him saying “I told you not to carry heavy things.” Ever since you recovered from surgery, he has gotten even more doting. Every need of you was met by the second, and you wouldn't complain, but you're still a functional adult who can actually lift boxes.

You remember when things didn't used to be like this. In the past, you weren't instantly devoted and whipped for the man that is now teaching your daughter how to say dada. You remember how your past self leaned over the counter, you were met by an usual reek of alcohol this man had. And, with a witty and drunk smile, he said his usual line.

“Another bottle here.” It was his third one that night. Not his third glass, his third bottle. He was slowly killing his liver and himself by the way kept drowning in this deadly and burning liquid. You had never met him before, but the way his dark blue eyes sometimes shone under the dim light, you knew he once was someone important. Or at least, someone needed.

“That would be your third one tonight.” You stated matter-of-factly. However, Leon didn't miss the way you refused to move and get him his booze. 

“Look at that… Smarty knows her numbers. Aren't you so, so clever?” The disdain in his voice had reached your ears. He was never the talkative client, he just spent all of his nights at your bar and drank to his heart's content. You know you shouldn't stick your nose in someone else's business yet you couldn't bear nor allow him to basically kill himself in front of you.

“Now can you please shut up and serve me another bottle.” He groaned as the empty bottle almost fell from the counter. His heavy eyelids almost closing if it wasn't from the fact that after the words he spat, you threw a glass of water to his face.

“You don't fucking talk to me like that.” Your usual warm and easy going self was long forgotten. No matter how many hardships and problems he may have, there was no way you would let him walk all over you like that. “I don't know what fucked up things you have experienced or how many people have betrayed you. But if you have time to drown yourself in this addiction and be mad about it, you also have time to make a change.”

Those words stuck with him. He knew he was being pathetic, Chris, Rebecca, hell even Claire had told him the same thing too. But he felt even more miserable when a random bartender called him out like that. Especially when you just needed to complete your job. Why would someone care? He pays, he gets his booze, repeat. But, you at least cared, even though it was something every rational human would do.

Eventually, his daily dose of booze decreased. You witnessed the small changes in him. Going from three bottles to just one, and to finally a few glasses. You witnessed how his usual dark clothes were replaced with a somewhat more colorful attire which brought out his once dull and empty blue eyes.

His slender frame slowly took form, recovering his muscles which were more visible now. His stubble remained, though. It was like a reminder of his own age – and his now different approach in life. Wiser and more careful with his own decisions. Your words didn't completely change him, but they surely helped him to see his life in another light.

Ultimately, a new Leon set foot in your bar. He was beaten up, his navy blue shirt had some blood spots while his dark brown hair was disheveled. He smelled like sweat and gunpowder. “If you ever need a tour guide in San Francisco let me know.” He said with a charming smile as you moved around your area of work. 

“I'll keep that in mind. What can I get you?” You chuckled as you went to retrieve his order. You could already hear him say it.

“Grape juice...” 

“And your number.”

Soft whines pulled you back from your trance as your babygirl grips on Leon's shirt. She wipes her face against the fabric. The little one was starting to get fuzzy since nap time had come. 

“Oh, someone is sleepy.” He coos, bringing her closer to his chest. Leon takes off the little Christmas hat that was on her head. Immediately, the little one brings her hand to her hair. She has picked up the habit to caress her own hair when falling asleep. Before she even gets to cry, Leon rocks her to sleep. His deep voice soothes her, the gentle tunes of a Christmas song was his choice of the day.

“May your days be merry and bright and may all your christmases be white.” Leon wasn’t the best of the singers but he would sing his heart out to his daughter. It was a tradition now since Leon never had someone to sing to him. The baby calmed down at a comical rate, as if she just needed her dad’s embrace to feel safe. She was safe. As long as Leon lives, you and his miracle would have the best life ever.

“I’m almost jealous, she falls asleep so fast with you.” You set down the box, stretching your arms. This is the first box out of so many, you weren’t the biggest spender nor a shopaholic but when you married Leon, some perks came with him. Those perks included having unlimited access to his black card which you use wisely. 

Wisely was an understatement, though. Having several copies of the same gingerbread man who dances every time you press a button wasn’t the wisest decision. But you and your daughter love it so Leon has to shut up. Everything for his family.

In the past, Christmas was a simple but dreadful date. He didn’t understand the point of it. When he was a rookie cop, he at least tried to force some polite smiles and give words of affirmations to his colleagues back at the police academy. He stupidly thought that once he got to work, his life would change. But the universe had other plans for him that night in September. He spent that year’s Christmas wishing to die. The government had taken away his right to end his life. Dying wasn't an option. The girl he saved back in Raccoon City, Sherry, needed him. 

Year after year, he grew resentful, angry and bitter. He expected to spend this holiday alone until his last days of life. Having to grow old and wither away, no one to care, no one who would remember him as a human and not a machine. Not the government’s lap dog.

But somehow, he met you. He was a dick at first, he knew it. Until this day, he never understood how you could choose him.  There was no guarantee he wouldn’t go back to his addiction one day. He vowed to never do it again, and he was sure to keep his promise. However, you could never know the extent of his words. You lived –at least to Leon– uncertain of how long he would be sober. But much to his dismay (or pleasure) you gave a chance to that renewed man, to that agent who had come from a mission in San Francisco that almost got him killed.

He was content with just you. He never asked for more, scared of being too greedy, too wishful. Your presence was enough for him, your smile made all of his problems go away. Your tender words were the medicine for his broken and beaten up heart, every last bit of self hatred went away with you. There was nothing else he wanted.

Until he realized that maybe, he could have the life he had always wanted.

When you announced you were expecting, Leon couldn’t show his happiness at first. He was scared. Hell, he even had to take a deep breath before telling you something. He never had a father, well he had one but his memories are too foggy. He grew up thinking kids were a mistake and that somehow, he was a mistake, too. 

He found himself slipping into the unborn baby's room when you were asleep. Watching how both of you have decorated the space where your little one will be welcomed. His fingers grazed over the white crib, already imagining what his daughter would look like. He likes to think he looks like his own mother, a blurry memory of her blonde hair swaying with the wind. His daughter will have a better life than his. He's going to fight for it.

His eyes would travel over your body. He knew how anatomy worked but watching it before his eyes was so extraordinary. Your little miracle was safely tucked inside of your belly. He has always known you were beautiful but damn – it seems that motherhood suits you a little too well. He was grateful, really grateful. You gave him the opportunity to indulge in the normal and domestic kind of life. 

“She's already asleep.” Your sweet voice called him, bringing him back to the present. While he was reminiscing about the past, the baby had already fallen asleep. Her cheek pressed against his shoulder as she breathed softly. Her tiny fingers still gripping his shirt.

“She's so lazy.” Leon whispered, his voice filled with softness and lighthearted teasing. He gently laid her on the couch, making sure to place some pillows around her in case she moved. A welcomed and soothing silence surrounded your still not decorated room. This was the perfect opportunity to start your Christmas task.

“You know… Now you can help me put up the countless decorations we have in these boxes.” You chuckled as you placed your hand on Leon’s cheek, your thumb grazing against the growing stubble. You loved moments like this where the only thing that lingered in the air was normalcy and harmony, no missions, no worries, just a happy family. 

“I’ll help you if you promise you won’t judge my artistic side.” His lips turned into a sly smirk before he pressed soft kisses against your lips. A sweet yet sincere demonstration of love. He always worries he’s not enough. You play your role as wife and mother, so he ought to be the best husband and father he can be while also balancing his job life. No bioweapon could compare with the fear of losing his own little family because of himself.

Time seems to fly when you’re surrounded with love, Leon lives by that saying. You both decided to put up the tree first since that’s the most arduous task to complete. It takes you almost an hour between placing the ornaments in the correct place and Leon being scolded because he can’t match colors even if his life depended on it. 

“Now big boy, you gotta put the star at the top.” You crossed your arms as Leon placed the last ornament on the tree. It wasn’t the best tree, especially since Leon didn’t give any artistic advice on his side. Some colors looked rather odd combined with others, but Leon thought it was abstract.

Almost inaudible babblings made you turn around and found your baby already awake. She was playing by herself, her hands reaching for the ceiling. You had to admit it – she was sometimes an angel. She easily entertained herself and barely cried. 

You reached for her and walked toward the tree. Now her fingers tried to grab the Christmas ornaments. The colors reflecting on her blue eyes – that she got from Leon. By the way she kept babbling nonsense it almost looked like she was talking.

“Huh? Right I told your mom that too but she didn’t like the idea.” Leon acted like he understood what the little one was saying. And she also engaged in the conversation, two people against your own ideas.

For a few minutes, you focused on your daughter and how amazed she seems to be with everything. In her own world, that tree was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen.

But out of nowhere, both of you looked back at Leon who was sniffing and gently sobbing in front of the tree.

“Sorry, sorry…” He chuckled before wiping away some of the tears that continued falling without stopping. He then waved his hand dismissively, expecting you to drop the subject. Now he had two pairs of eyes intensely looking at him, yours and your baby’s.

After a short while of him trying to keep his tears of joy at bay, he eventually spoke once again.

“Thank you. For… For this.” A gentle smile formed in his face as he opened his arms. You wasted no time to welcome the hug. Now, the three of you were in front of the Christmas tree. The babbling, the sobs, and the soothing music in the background formed a domestic and warm scene. Full of love, emotions, and devotion. His thank you conveyed so much more than just merely words of gratitude. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for believing in me, and thank you for marrying me and thank you for giving me the family I never had. He wanted to say those things, but he remained silent. He knew you would understand the meaning behind his simple thank you.

He would have never expected something like this. He had always thought he was doomed from the start. That his life would be about saving others and never being saved. But he was saved, and he will always be saved.

His daughter’s hands reached for his face, her fingers grabbing his cheeks and nose. Leon obliged, moving his face closer. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until her lips moved on her own.

“Dada!”

He will never shut up now.

[alessiathepirate]

Resident Evil 4: Seperate Ways

THE WITNESS: Albert Wesker x fem!reader

Summary: Ada saw something she shouldn't have seen. And she immediately knew that he didn't deserve her at all.

Note: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Oh, and Merry Christmas everyone :)

Warnings: swearing

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Ada was sure she never should've seen it. No one should've.

Yet she did, and she knew she'd have to take it with herself to the grave if she wants to keep her head -- and if she wants her to be healthy and safe.

Albert Wesker wasn't emotional. He was head strong, dedicated and evil, the kind of man who'd sell the world to keep his own power. He had no place in his body for love or hate, yet what Ada saw, was another side of him, a side she never imagined could exist.

He was vulnerable. He had a weak spot, a spot she could use if she would've had the soul to do so.

He had an admiration.

Her.

Ada's partner in this stupid Spanish job she hated so much...

They were in Mendez's home, they were sitting on Mendez's bed as Wesker gave her an injection against the virus she had gotten infected with. Meanwhile Ada was in the window, holding onto the rope for dear life as she almost fell from surprise -- he was so gentle; with her. He was touching her as if she was made from the thinnest glass, as if he didn't want to taint her with the sickness he was carrying.

"Thank you." she said quietly with a small smile.

And Cupid be damned, Ada knew he didn't deserve her.

He didn't deserve the way she was looking at him or speaking to him. He didn't deserve her at all.

"I'm sorry I've caused so much trouble. I didn't mean to be a liability."

Liability. Wesker's favourite word. Everyone around him was one: Luis, Leon -- hell, even Ada herself.

"You've never been a liability." Wesker argued. "Your presence doesn't effect the mission in the wrong way in the slightest." he put the needle away and then gently put his palm on her forehead, to see if she had a fever or not. "However, if you are looking for one - or more - then consider Serra as one, or Ada."

"Hey!" she said as she pulled his hand away. "Ada's doing her very best."

"Ada is causing us trouble. If she weren't an important asset, then I would've gotten rid of her a long time ago." Wesker put his hand back on her forehead, not taking no for an answer. "And I'd be happy if you left this job for her. Her... failure wouldn't matter to me at all."

"Don't say that! I like her. And I'm fine now. I can continue."

Wesker let go of her forehead, and instead, put his hands on her cheeks, his pinky fingers touching her neck, holding her hostage for his will.

"You don't understand, do you?" he asked, then continued: "I want you to quit this job and leave. I want you to come back with me to my lab and assist me there, and only there."

She looked him in the eyes with a pained expression, and Ada hated him for causing her sadness.

"Why? Because you consider me weak?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"Because I consider you important."

Ada wasn't her, yet her own heart was beating fast at the words as she read between the lines.

Did he just... tell her that he loved her?

She seemed to understand the meaning too, because she just smiled and leaned closer to him with a grin.

"Come on, I'll be fine. You know I'll be."

"I always make sure you are..." Wesker said, then leaned in to press a kiss tk her forehead. "...dear."

Ada thought it was time to go, as she was too close to looking out the window and noticing her. And that... could be dangerous. Something Ada should avoid.

Ada grabbed onto the rope of her grappling hook, and climbed up to the roof, as quietly as possible.

Then she started to think...

Poor girl. She didn't know what kind of bear she was poking...

[rustbeltjessie]

I haven’t made a pinned post in a while, but since it’s my birthday month and I’m struggling right now, I figured it’s a good time to make one.

First, let me introduce myself. I’m Jessie Lynn McMains, aka Rust Belt Jessie. I’m a writer (poetry and prose), artist, zine-maker, spoken word performer, occasional musician, small press publisher, and general jack of several creative trades. I’m queer—bi/mspec and nonbinary (I use they/them, she/her, and he/him pronouns). I’m disabled and neurodivergent, and the parent of two kiddos. Politically? Well, I consider myself an anarchist at heart, but I still vote in every election. I think everyone should be able to have enough food, and a safe place to live, and yeah, even a few ‘unnecessary,’ fun things, just by virtue of being alive. As for the rest of my beliefs, you can probably garner a general idea if you peruse my blog even a little.

Now, onto the nitty-gritty. We had about ten days between when our last month’s food money ran out and when this month’s came in. It has been refilled as of today, so I don’t have to worry about that for the moment, but because of that gap, I had to spend money I’d set aside for other stuff on food. I paid our rent and energy bill for the month, but I’m a couple months overdue on our Internet bill, and I don’t want to risk that getting shut off. And then, well, it’s December. I’m trying to buy my kids some Christmas presents, and it’s not just my birthday month—my youngest kiddo’s birthday is four days before Christmas. Because of all this, I’m also way behind on writing stuff. I owe my zine subscribers a new issue (I didn’t send anything at all in November), and I’m trying to finish up some pieces to record for my new spoken word EP, but I’ve had to focus on day job and side-hustle stuff that’s more immediately lucrative, so I haven’t been able to dedicate much time to finishing these projects.

If you’d like to throw some $$ my way so I can get some gifts for my kiddos, keep my Internet on, get back to my writing, and maybe have a less-stressful birthday month than I did last year, I have V*nmo (JessieLynnMcMains) and P*yp*l (coeur.de.fantome [at] gmail[dot]com).

But hey, hey, I’m not just asking for something for nothing! I have a lot of stuff available on Ko-fi (rustbeltjessie), including print books and zines, ebooks and zines, and pins, and you can also hire me as an editor or commission a custom mini-collage. And almost everything is sliding scale/pay-what-you-can, some with a minimum price, others starting at $0.

And that zine subscription? It’s still not too late to get in on it, even though the year is almost over. If you sign up now, you’ll receive all previous issues, along with this month’s when it’s finished, and the final two will be mailed out in January.

Or perhaps you’d like to buy or commission something I don’t officially have for sale. Maybe you’d like to buy one of my existing pieces of art? Or commission a custom pin, designed by me, based on the band/film/fandom/whatever of your choice? Or commission a custom postcard poem/art piece, on the subject of your choice? Or have me write you a custom mini-zine, on the subject of your choice? I can do all those things! DM me, and we’ll work something out!

Oh, and I mentioned above that I was working on a new spoken word EP? Go check out my full-length spoken word album, Self-Portrait With Ghosts and Trains, which was released by Hello America Stereo Cassette in July 2021. You can find it at helloamerica.bandcamp.com. (I do get royalties from that release periodically, but it’s not as immediate as if you purchase something directly from me.)

All that said, I know times are tough for most people right now, so please don’t feel obligated to purchase anything or otherwise send money my way. And, as always, even just a few dollars helps, as does reblogging/boosting this post. 🖤

[obsessivestar]

Ted but like he takes you xmas shopping and its so jolly and fun and merry i just love ted and i think hes neat :33

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Ted Nivison x gn!Reader

Warnings: Bit o' anxiety at the beginning, one use of Y/N, feminine lingerie spotted

You and Ted had both gotten rather busy throughout the last few weeks. Normally you spread your Christmas shopping out and go on different days throughout the months of November and December, but so many things had gotten in the way for both of you, so you both decided to dedicate an entire day to Christmas shopping for your friends and family, and maybe a little for each other if you got the chance. Where's the best place to go other than your local mall?

Ted drove the both of you to your local mall using his Toyota Tacoma, of course, and managed to get you guys a good spot by the food court entrance so it wouldn't be too much of a walk to get back. Once you get inside the mall, you're immediately hit with the overwhelming bustling atmosphere of a local mall during the holiday rush. There was a giant Christmas tree posted up in the middle of the food court, the ceiling covered in a few different white Christmas lights, though it was midday so they weren't on. There were so many different kinds of people with tons of different bags they were lugging around, all talking over the subtle Christmas music playing throughout the entire mall, walking in slow strides through the thick mall traffic you expected to see. You let all of the pessimistic thoughts run through you now so you wouldn't be miserable laster. God, you're gonna have to walk behind slow people all day. Can't wait to get stuck behind a slow family of 15 walking in a horizontal line, covering the entire lane. The lines are probably gonna be nuts, you might get bumped around by strangers, think of all the bags you're gonna have to carry...

You're snapped out of your pessimistic thoughts by Ted taking your hand into his, pulling you closer to stand at his side. He was probably reading you like a book, he could tell that you were getting a little overwhelmed with everything.

"Hey, I'm right here, alright?" He gives you a reassuring warm smile, caressing the side of your hand with his thumb. "Just stick by me, I've got everything mapped out. We won't be here long.."

His warm smile was definitely reassuring. It was nice to know that he had put some thought into this trip to minimize stress, maybe you would be able to find a way to enjoy this, despite all of the people.

The mall was mostly just one big circle with a few extra hallways, so you knew you'd only be doing one rotation. The first place you goto is a smoothie joint to grab something to drink, wanting something sweet and fruity to boost your spirits. Of course, Ted wouldn't let you pay for your own smoothie. He claimed it was faster for him to get it all on one order so you didn't have to wait for your separate orders. Sometimes it bothered you that he was always so quick to spend money on you, but honestly, you didn't bother arguing with him about it today, it would take too much time.

Your next stop, of course, was a Bath and Body Works for all of those in-laws that were difficult to shop for. This was actually where you started to relax a little more; where you started to enjoy this little adventure with Ted. You spent a majority of your time here sniffing the different candles, debating whether or not to get some body wash or hand sanitizer for home, silently cackling a little at the prices and being a little surprised by their Men's focused section. Bath and Body Works sells Men's cologne? Neat. Maybe you'd grab some here for Ted for his birthday next month.

After buying some candles and body wash for family, your next stop was the GameStop. You came here to shop for a majority of your guy friends, on and off YouTube. You checked out the different games on the back wall, looked at the Funko pops and figurines on the other side, went down the middle aisles to check out the sweaters, shirts and hats and even took a gander at some of the more expensive merch on the too shelves, the shelves you knew you couldn't reach on your own at all. You and Ted had hit the jackpot coming here, going back and forth with each other while showing different things.

"You think Eddy would like this?" Ted walks up and shows you a hat while you were looking over the different figurines. It was a simple cap with the Kingdom Hearts crown on the front. It looked pretty nice. You turn to look at it, raising a curious brow at Ted.

"I mean, I know he likes Kingdom Hearts.." You speak softly, tilting your head a little. "Does Eddy wear hats though?"

You could see the gears turning in Ted's head and he lets out a huff, making you giggle a little. He adjusts all of his stuff under his arm so he can take his phone out and you see he's opening Instagram. You let out a laugh of realization. "Are you checking his Instagram?" You ask with a big grin, furrowing your brows a little. "You have to check his Instagram to know he doesn't wear hats?"

Ted let's out a cheeky little chuckle, but groans when he realizes you were right. "He doesn't wear hats.." Ted sighs, sounding both amused and disappointed. He slips his phone back into his pocket, looking back at the sweatshirt rack. "I think I saw a, uh...Kingdom Hearts sweater back there. That might work."

"Yeah, probably. He'd like that."

You ended up leaving that GameStop with a rather large bag and a new, interesting story you couldn't wait to tell Eddy at the New Years party at the end of the month. You guys move through the curved hall of the mall where all of the phone-related shops are placed and get a moment where you can actually appreciate the holiday atmosphere. There's hardly anyone down this particular hallway so you get to slow your pace a little, walking side by side with Ted, your fingers still comfortably intertwined. The internet and the convenience of online shopping has made Christmas spirit a little harder to feel, especially when you think about how malls like this used to be decorated, but as you begin to walk by the beautifully decorated Mall Santa plaza, Winter Wonderland playing through the old fashioned looking speakers, hearing children call out to their parents with joy and laughter...you could feel it. You could really feel the warm, jolly spirit of Christmas.

You notice that you and Ted had begun to walk to the beat of Winter Wonderland, quiet little smiles on your faces. You turn your head briefly to look at him, and he looks at you, the white Christmas lights making his hazel eyes sparkle in your direction. He looks content; he looks warm and happy to be here with you, and that just makes your smile grow. You feel like you're in a cheesy Christmas film as you both let out a gentle laugh, picking up the pace a little when the mall traffic begins to pick up once again. This is actually really nice. Those pessimistic thoughts from earlier have been completely replaced. You're starting to think about all of the friends and family you'll both get to see, how excited you are to witness their reactions to their gifts, knowing that it all came from the heart, relatively.

You were looking forward to it all, you weren't even thinking about the gifts that you may be getting. Sure, in the back of your mind you were thinking about what Ted would end up nabbing you, but Christmas isn't about the gifts. It's not about one upping toxic members of your family by spending the most money or getting the biggest gift, it's not about hogging all of Christmas dinner, it's about being with the ones you love while you still can. Some people don't always get to see their parents every year, some don't always get to see their aunts, uncles, friends and cousins. That's what makes getting together during the holidays so special, no matter what you're celebrating. You couldn't wait to see Ted's family this year, then getting to see your own. You couldn't wait to eat a great meal with great people, to show family how much your cared and cherished them, to celebrate the end of the year with all of your closest friends. Man, this adventure with Ted was making you sentimental. Christmas spirit, huh...

You are once again snapped out of your thoughts by Ted stopping by a Victoria's Secret to look at some Christmas red Holiday lingerie. He gestures to the garter belt and knowingly raises his brows at you. Ah boy, here we go.

"You're not getting me that.." You slowly shake your head at him, looking him over with a smirk of disbelief.

"Oh yeah? Why not?" Ted smirks back at you, his eyes flicking down to the mannequin that wore the whole fit. "You don't like it?"

"I like it, but it's not worth it." You shook your head once again, keeping yourself outside of the store. "I'm tellin' you, it's not worth it."

"How is it not worth it?" Ted's smirk grows into a suggestive smile. "C'mon babe, looks worth it to me."

"You really gonna buy that just for me to wear it once?"

"Yeah, that's worth it."

"Check the price tag."

"I can afford it, (Y/N)."

"I know, but check it anyways."

Ted let's out a soft huff and glances down at the price tag sticking out of the lingerie. I see his eyes widen and he lets out a scoff.

"It's 140 dollars!?" Ted raises his voice in shock, immediately getting a little embarrassed. You can't hold back your laughter, watching as he nervously covers his mouth and scurries out of the shop, returning to your side.

"You're right, you're right.." Ted groans softly, rushing passed the store with you. "Not worth it."

You continue to laugh until the store is out of sight. Oh he was so right, this has already been so much fun. We start to really get into the spirit of the holidays, making a brief detour into the dollar store to buy bags, wrapping paper and most importantly: matching Christmas hats, though the one you bought ended up being a little big around your head. Ted thought it was cute, occasionally having to pull the hat back by the white pompom to make sure you could see where you were going. At this rate, you're having a great time at the mall. The long lines just gave the two of you an excuse to giggle and joke around before having to pay at the register and return to the mall's main hall.

The last store you ended up hitting was a sort of local hobby shop for those miscellaneous friends and family that liked a little bit of everything. This place sold books, board games, calenders, little trinkets and toys, dice & figurines for DnD, any little obscure thing you wouldn't normally think of was in this store. You and Ted were once again spending more time just looking at and messing with the little trinkets in the store rather than discussing what to buy for whomever. You only split off when you both get distracted by something. You spend way too much time trying to get the high score on a Bop-it toy while Ted was talking to the employees about different board games that interested him, but he never ends up buying any of them. You only end up leaving with a bit of dice and some squishy toys for some of the younger members of your family. You would've bought the Bop-it, if you didn't already have one at home.

Before you know it, you've circled back around to the food court, quite a few bags filled with gifts wrapped around your arms. While you're here, you mind as well get some lunch. You both find a place to sit so you can take turns getting your food. Ted decides to wait with the bags so you could go wait in line first, but he gives you his wallet, because of course he does.

"I can pay for my own food, Ted." You have this knowing grin on your face as you look down at him, placing one hand on your hip with the other holding his wallet out to him.

"I know, but it's Christmas." Ted gently pushes your hand away, insisting that you use his wallet. "You deserve a treat, babe."

"It's not Christmas." You smirked, raising a brow at Ted. "It's Thursday.."

"It's the season of giving! C'monnnn.."

You roll your eyes at his insistence, but again, the sooner you agree to this, the sooner you can go home.

"You're lucky I'm overstimulated.." You huff with a grin, turning away to go get your food.

"Love you too, babe."

You wait in the somewhat long line for your food, order it, get it from the counter and head back to your seat so Ted could get his food. It takes him a lot longer to get back, so at that point, you both decided to take your meals to go and leave out the food court exit. This adventure was definitely a fun one. You got over some anxiety, you bought some great gifts for your friends, many laughs, a new Bop-it highscore and it was all shared with your lovely partner, Ted Nivison. As Ted puts the bags in the backseat, you slip back into his Toyota Tacoma and let out a sigh of relief. You spot him through the rearview mirror, watching him tuck a smaller bag that you didn't recognize into the giant GameStop bag. You glance back at him with a curious smirk and he meets your gaze, a sheepish little smile spreading along his blush-toned lips.

"Did you see that?" He asks, slipping back into the driver's seat.

"That small bag?" Your smirk turns into a knowing grin, getting your seatbelt on. "Oh yeah."

"No you didn't." Ted let's out a deep chuckle as he starts up his truck, smiling at the laugh you let out in response. This guy. This fuckin' guy. You have no idea when or how he could've bought something for you today, or what it even could be. You couldn't think of a single moment where he was out of your sight...

...did he buy that while you were distracted by the Bop-it? Motherfucker--

[whorekneecentral]

The Smell Of The Holidays

Kostas Tsimikas x Fem!Reader

Warnings: friendly neighbourly chats, sweet moments with kos and his puppies, a heartfelt thank you, a little crush from kos's end, some tattoo exploring, sexual tension, it's giving sub!kostas for a minute there, thigh riding - it's more dry humping than thigh riding but I digress, oral (f!receiving), 0.2 seconds of fingering, finger sucking, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie.

Word Count: 3,565

Author's Note: I think this is my favourite and the longest fic so far. dedicated to the president of the kostas fan club, miss ivy @curiousthyme <333

merry smutmas series

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You over baked for your niece’s holiday bake sale so you do the neighbourly thing and share with your neighbour, Kostas and his two puppies.

Your brother was a single father, he’s a busy guy that he works long hours and you help out with your niece in whatever way you can. Your brother can’t bake to save his life so when she comes home saying she needs treats for the bake sale, he calls you.

You were baking treats for her holiday bake sale; cupcakes, cookies, brownies, lemon bars - you name it, you baked it.

The bake sale was for the whole school, they were raising money for a charity who helped underfund kids, or something along the lines. With your niece's missing tooth, she didn't annunciate the best.

You have been baking all day and it wasn't until you turned around to set the final tray of cookies down that you realized you had run out of counter, dining room, coffee table and couch space. The cooled and frosted cookies, brownies and cupcakes were sitting on the couches in their trays, the ones that were needing to be frosted were on the tables and you had the hot pans on your counters.

Carefully, you shifted a few things around to set the hot pan down, leaving it to cool.

Your hands on your hips, you looked around; you've baked yourself into a conundrum.

It wasn't until you heard the barking next door that you realized what you could do with all of the extra treats that you were baked. You finished frosting the last of what needed to be frosted before packing them away neatly into their trays and loading them into your car.

You went back inside and picked up a small tray that you had set aside specifically for your next door neighbour, Kostas.

He was kind and sweet and kept to himself most of the time. He had two puppies, who weren't really puppies but you addressed them as such; Maui and Fuerte. Kostas wasn't home much as he was very busy with his job but every now and then you'll see him in his backyard with his dogs, training or swimming laps or whatever it is that he does out there.

It's a neighbourly hello and a few tummy rubs for the puppies before you head out and go about your day.

You balance the tray with one arm, setting the majority of its weight against your jutted out hip. You knock on the door and wait for someone to answer. There's some barking before the door opens, you can hear Kostas shooing the puppies away to stop them from coming out.

Behind him, you can see into the living room; a massive tree stood tall in the centre by the window, ornaments hung plentiful along the green branches. There's a few other Christmas-related things around the entryway.

"Hey!" He smiles, black sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white vest that clung to his chest in all the right places; you scolded yourself for gawking at him. "Y/n, right?" He points to you with his finger.

"Yeah," you smiled at him, "I hope I'm not bothering you."

"Not at all," he shakes his head, shifting to stop the dog you know as Maui from coming outside. She poked her head between his legs, looking up at you curiously. "What's up?" He asks, watching as you look lovingly at his puppy.

"My niece is having a bake sale at school and asked me to bake some treats for her and the thing is, I went a little overboard." You laughed. "I realized I made too much, and I figured I would do the neighbourly thing and bring some over for you."

"Oh," he smiles at you, taking the tray that was heavier than it looked from you. "Thank you very much, I was wondering if someone opened a bakery around here. I've been smelling it since this morning."

A soft laugh slipped past your lips as you shrugged. "It got hot with the oven running so I opened the window."

Kostas nods, shifting his leg a bit as Maui tries to wiggle her head away from his legs. You smiled at the dog, peeking over Kostas's left shoulder to see her tugging on a toy with Fuerte.

"The ones with the frosting on it aren't puppy friendly but I put some in there that don't have frosting so you could share with them. There's also a few brownies and other things, I wasn't sure what you like, so I tried to put a mix of everything."

Kostas nods, thinking to himself that it was very sweet of you to consider his puppies when packing the tray. "Was that intentional? You know, catering to the puppies ?"

"Yes but also no. I did intentionally not put frosting on some of them for the pups, but you know kids and their allergies, all the ingredients are safe for the puppies. I made sure to double check."

"Thank you, y/n. I really appreciate it - we're gonna be eating these for the rest of the week." He says, glancing down at the tray. "Would you like to come in?" He steps to the side a bit, and as much as you want to say yes, you don't.

"Unfortunately, I have to get treats over to my brother's house so perhaps another time?" You looked at him, hoping for a yes to your rain check.

"Definitely," he nods. "Thank you again."

"Anytime!" You skipped down the pathway, giggling like a teenager with a crush. Kostas watched from his front door, smiling at you. "Have a good day, y/n!" He calls after you.

"You too, Kos!"

The nickname was something he heard often, mostly from his teammates, but it was the way you said it that made him blush and almost giggled like a school boy with a crush.

Kostas shut the front door and set the tray on his dining room table. As he takes the tinfoil off the top, all he can think about is what he can do to find himself in your presence yet again.

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A few have gone by since you dropped in at Kostas's place and you had only seen him in passing since then.

You had successfully dropped off the treats for your niece and she called you to let you know that they were a hit. You had gone about your week as normal, tidying up and getting your place ready for the holiday season.

There was a knock on your door, you're a bit confused seeing that you weren't expecting anything or anyone, but you wiped your hands on the side of your shorts and found your way to the front door.

Much to your surprise, it was Kostas at the door; a pleasant surprise that is.

There's a rectangular box in his hand and an envelope on top. One hand on the bottom, and one hand on top to keep them in place as he smiles at you. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course." You nod, stepping aside to let the man in. "I'm sorry about the mess, I was in the middle of tidying up."

Kostas nods as he glances around, trying to spot what mess you were talking about. The entire house looked as if it had been staged, not a single thing out of place.

And you have carefully thought out where to place your Christmas decorations, and Kostas noticed that. Your tree sitting in your living room in a spot that commanded attention, garlands wrapped around all of the railings and ornaments hung on all of the branches. All topped off with a pretty red and green wreath on your front door.

"Where are the babies?" You asked him, shutting the front door as he took his shoes off. "Groomers, sent them to get their holiday clean up. I can't stay long, I just wanted to drop this off." He smiles, following you to the kitchen.

Kostas sets the box on the table, handing the envelope over to you.

"For me?" You asked, taking it hesitantly. "I hope this isn't payment for the stuff I dropped off, because if it is-" "No," he shook his head with a smile, "just a thank you."

You carefully open the envelope, taking a sheet of paper out of it, and unfolding it. There's a few flowers painted across the piece of paper, it was clear that he used the puppies' paws to make the petals of the flowers. Some scrawled handwriting which you assumed belonged to Kostas was in the middle of the page; thank you miss y/n.

"Tell Maui and Fuerte I love their picture," you smiled at him, sticking the page on your fridge with a magnet.

Kostas smiles, watching you. "I'll let them know they made it onto the fridge as well." He joked, watching as you straightened the paper and stuck another magnet on there to keep it up.

You walk over to the table, standing in front of Kostas who's now made himself comfortable in your space. "What's this?"

"A thank you from me, I'm not as artistically skilled as my puppies."

You smiled, opening the box to find a chocolate cake. The brown frosting covered the majority of it, there are a few green and red decorations around the border, resembling mistletoe.

"You didn't have to do all this," you tell him, walking over to get a knife and two plates, as well as forks.

"It's the least I could do." He watches as you cut into the cake, handing a piece over to him. "I took some of the treats into work, the boys say I should've given you more than just a cake." He chuckles, taking a bite as you shut the box.

You nod towards the couch, and Kostas picks up his slice of cake following you, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence. The now empty plates sat on the coffee table as you rambled on about something your niece had told you about the bake sale.

Kostas listened intently, but his eyes wandered. Your shorts and hiked up a bit when you dropped yourself on the couch. You noticed his staring, not mentioning anything but you knew he wasn't fully listening. You pull the hem of your shorts, fixing it back to its original length. Kostas noticed and glanced up at you, his cheeks flustered and red.

"Sorry," he whispers, blushing like a school boy with a crush.

"I don't mind," you whisper.

Kostas hums, his eyes wandering over your legs yet again. He can't help but notice the colourful ink peeking out from under the hem of your shorts. "You have tattoos?"

"A tattoo," you correct him, pulling the hem of your shorts up and over your hip.

Kostas's eyes follow the design from the top of your thigh to just over your hip bone. There's a vine with a trail of flowers scattered along it; roses, lilies, daisies, wild flowers, any and everything in between. There's a lot of intricate details, the lines carefully placed to make it look cohesive and the colours of the flowers complimenting each other.

He hums in appreciation, stopping himself from reaching out to touch it. "It's beautiful." He smiles, glancing up at you. "Is it the only one you have?"

You nodded, laughing. "I was 19.. and drunk."

"You went big for your first time," his eyes meet yours and you can't help but feel that his words have a double meaning.

You shrugged, slouching back in your seat. Your leg crossed over the other and your shorts hiked up a bit more, showing off a few inches of your skin that Kostas was begging to put his hands on.

"Most people say you get addicted, but I just did the one and done."

He hums, gesturing to his arms that were covered in various designs and words. "Case in point."

"Just your arms or you've got more?"

Kostas nods, "my left leg and my ribs, and behind my neck." He lifted his shirt a bit to show you the tattoo on the left side of his ribs - an intricate portrait of what looked to be Adam and God.

Hesitantly, your fingers reached out and traced the shape of the tattoo. Kostas's eyes trailed from your face down to your hand and to your fingers, watching as you carefully outlined the ink along his skin.

"Beautiful," you mumbled and Kostas's cheeks flushed red, watching as you slowly moved your hand away.

He knew you were talking about the tattoo and yet he blushed, as if you had called him beautiful - but in a way, you did. And you meant it.

"Maybe I'll get another one, something small." You tell him and Kostas nods, offering to take you to his guy. Always the first one to offer up help and advice, he can hear Thiago's words in his head.

You look down at his leg, he was in shorts despite the cold winter air that nipped at you any time you opened the door - he had run over from his place after dropping the puppies off. You can see the lower half of his leg, the delicate shading and line work made up a stunning tattoo along his leg, the ink on his thigh peeked out from under the hem of his shorts.

"What's under there?" You nod and Kos's brows furrowed, looking at you for an explanation. "Under where?" He asks, making you giggle. It took him a second to realize why you were giggling but then he too, began to laugh.

You shook your head, "I meant your thigh, what's on your thigh?"

Kostas lets out a sound of understanding, shifting to pull the leg of his shorts up so you could see the tattoo. There's a massive portrait of a lion roaring, it didn't seem like Kostas's taste in tattoos but at the same time, it fit him to a T.

He nervously bites at his bottom lip as your hand rests on his knee, carefully slides up to his thigh. "Is this okay?" You whispered, glancing at him. Kostas nods, not sure if he remembers how to speak or even breathe - it feels as if you had taken all the air out of his body.

Your hand slips further up, leaning into the man in front of you. Kostas glances at your lips, your eyes and back to your lips. He sees your tongue wet your bottom lip, pressing them together.

Just as you were about to speak, Kostas beat you to it; "can I kiss you?"

You smile, "I thought you'd never ask."

His hand reaches for your jaw, holding it gently as if you'd break. Kostas brushes his thumb over your cheek, smiling at you sweetly before closing the gap between the two of you.

It was something out of a movie, you had never felt this way about anyone before. It just made sense; you fit against him as if you were meant to be there all along.

Kostas must have had the same thought, pulling you over and onto his lap, letting you straddle him. His hand slips down your side, resting on your hip. "You're so beautiful."

You can't help the blush on your cheek, you lean down to kiss him once again. You can feel his shorts rubbing along your inner thighs as he pulls you to him, trying to have you as close to him as possible. A hand on his shoulder, rolling your hips slightly to test the waters.

He seems to have gotten the idea; lifting his leg to give you more leverage. Your thighs are slotting either side of his, Kostas's hand rests on your hip, lazily brushing his thumb over your hip bone. He watches closely, listening to every little sound that slips past your lips.

"Kos," you mumbles, and the man perks up. "What is it, love?"

"Want you."

The words barely leave your lips and you're being flipped over, flat on your back before he pulls you by your legs, re-situating you to his liking.

Kostas is careful, pulling your shorts and panties off - they're tossed somewhere behind you. It's an issue for later. He kisses up from your calf, letting your legs rest over his shoulders. He's gentle, calculated - as if he knew exactly what to do, as if he had done it before.

Thighs on either side of his head, you weren't fully against his face but Kostas's hands grip the back of your thighs, pulling you further down. He glances up at you, a wicked smile on his face. "Is this okay?" He whispers into your skin, moving closer to exactly where you wanted him.

You nod, "please." The word comes out a bit more desperate sounding than you'd like but you could care less. You needed him - in every single way.

His hands rested on the back of your thigh, pulling you down flat against his face, his tongue pressed against your slit. 

Your body juts forwards - not only from the pulling but from the feeling of his tongue on you. Reaching forward, your manicured fingers tangle in his hair.

Kos' tongue curled upwards, brushing against your clit and you tug on his hair, something incoherent meets his ears - partly because he was focused on what he was doing but also because your thighs were squishing his face. 

He didn’t care. 

He loved it. 

A soft groan leaves his lips when you tug on his hair, trying to move him a certain way. “That- oh!” Your chest heaves, tugging on his hair to get him to do that again. 

His grip on your thighs would leave marks as would the stubble scratching along the inside of your thighs. He rocked you a bit, pulling you closer as his nose brushed against your clit, his tongue moving down to lap over your cunt.

Kostas glances up, his tongue on your clit and he can’t help but admire the view above him. Your chest heaving, tits spilling out over the black lace over your chest, your head tossed back and eyes fluttering closed as his name falls from your lips like a prayer.

He lets you pull him closer, his nose brushing your clit, replacing his tongue as he moves it elsewhere, his fingers pushing into you slowly. He sits up a bit, fingers curling and pumping in you, your eyes still closed.

His free hand reaches up to hold your jaw, pulling your focus to him. “You’re perfect, did you know that?” He asks and you can barely focus enough to grasp the words he was saying, let alone give him an answer.

“Need you,” you mumble.

“What do you need?” He asks.

“Need you.” You say once more.

He hums, he knows he’s not gonna get much more of an answer from you, he just had to give you what you wanted and Kostas knew exactly what you wanted.

You whimper at the loss of his fingers but passes his fingers over your lips, letting you suck on them for a moment as he shuffles his pants down.

Both of you let out a satisfied sigh when he pushes onto you, your leg pulled up onto his hip and he leans over you. His lips brushes against yours,

Kostas's cock twitches when you clench around him, “oh fuck,” he breathes, forehead against yours. “This pussy was made just for me, hm? Take me so well, my pretty girl.”

He pushes the straps off your shoulders, tits spilling out over the top of the bra. He glances down, letting you wrap your legs around his waist and he leans down to kiss you once more, leaving a trial of marks and sloppy kisses until he reaches your tits.

There’s a faint purple mark between your tits; his new favourite spot.

“You're so pretty like this,” he says, your hips buck, wanting more from him. He can feel you clench around his cock. “Fuck, gonna make me cum, darling.”

“Kos.. please.” You breathe, and he gives in, he can’t help himself; you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. “Want you to fuck me full,” you whisper to him. He shuffles a bit, pulling both of your legs over his shoulders.

The change in position does it; his thrusts sloppy, signalling that he too was close. You feel Kostas cum, your legs dropping off his shoulders as you do.

He's still buried in you when he drops down onto you, landing with an oof. You let out a giggle, your hand passing through his messy hair as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.

The two of you lay there for a while, basking in each other's company and the silence. It hits you; "Kos?"

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you supposed to go get the puppies?"

"Oh crap!" He's pulling himself up, hurrying to get dressed. You take that as your cue to get redressed as well. You figured you'd see him again at some point, not expecting him to grab your hand. "Do you wanna come with me?" He asks, walking with you to the front door.

"Isn't it too early to introduce me to the kids?" You joked, already grabbing your hoodie.

Kostas smiles, "they love you, and.."

"Yeah, same." You smile, the words left unsaid for another time.

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[alwritey-aphrodite]

for the xmas prompts <3

‘gift wrapping’ with jamie tartt, but reader has issues with money being spent on them

Hey there! I ended up going a different direction with the prompt, I hope you still enjoy it <3

2024 Holiday Blurbs

The holiday season is always so magical, even the most menial tasks seem exciting. There’s something special about going grocery shopping and knowing you’re going to pick up a seasonal treat or making dinner while your favorite holiday songs play from your phone or folding laundry with a Christmas movie on the TV. Your favorite task of the holiday season, though, is anything to do with presents. You love making lists of what you’re going to get for your loved ones, dedicating a day or two to getting all the shopping done, and spending an evening in your comfiest clothes while you wrap each gift with as much precision and care as humanly possible.

Sure, it’s all a little bit unnecessary, but that’s what makes the holiday season especially wonderful, getting to indulge in all sorts of unnecessary bits and activities, and no one is really able to judge you, especially not when you’re going all out for other people instead of yourself.

“I think that’s everything,” you tell Jamie as you haul inside the last bag from your latest shopping trip, getting an epiphany last night about the perfect thing to add to Keeley’s gift and you were far too excited about it to put it off for even one more day. Normally, Jamie joins you on your gift shopping adventures, but with your idea coming so last minute, you wanted to get everything done and ‘gift shopping’ is not a worthy excuse to miss training, whether Jamie wanted to join you or not.

After you shake off the last bits of cold and hang up your coat, you and Jamie gather up all the presents you’ve accumulated in the last few weeks, making a rather ridiculous pile in the middle of your living room, joined with your rather large collection of wrapping paper, ribbon, and other present wrapping necessities. While you sort through the gifts and make sure you know exactly which gifts are for which of your loved ones, Jamie orders takeout from one of your favorite spots, the two of you already well stocked up on sweets and snacks to make your holiday-wrapping-extravaganza-night-in a success.

By the time the food arrives, you have to almost peel yourself away from your sorting, beyond engrossed in your task and positively brimming with holiday spirit, especially as one of your favorite movies plays quietly on the TV, serving for perfect ambiance without being too distracting.

“You might be the only person who likes wrapping gifts more than unwrapping them,” Jamie quips when he notices the way your eyes keep straying over to the gifts, even as the two of you eat your meals.

“Unwrapping is always over so soon,” you shrug, turning towards him with a smile, “and besides, it’s the perfect excuse to spend all night holed up at home.” The two of you have had absolutely packed schedules the last few weeks, drinks and dinners and holiday parties taking up almost every free moment you had, and you’d been craving a nice, relaxing night in with your favorite person. Wrapping presents is your favorite activity anyway, the perfect way to turn off your brain for a bit or let your creativity flow free with choosing different ribbon and paper combinations or trying a new way to tie a bow, and doing it with Jamie by your side, and a pile of holiday-themed snacks, makes it almost unbelievably wonderful, even if Jamie’s wrapping skills sometimes leave a little to be desired.

[broidobe]

𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔰

requested by THE NICEST PERSON EVER! "I know you've had a lot of requests lately, I promise I'll only send this one, but my God, Daphne, I'm in love with your writing! Thank you so much for dedicating yourself and sharing your work with the world. You make all the difference. Take your time, you can write in your own time. I hope you had an amazing Christmas. I wish you happy holidays and know that I'm sending you lots of love! 🤍" STOP IT IM IN TEARS

☾you, a musician and friend of mötley crüe, find yourself torn between nikki sixx's unrequited love and your undeniable connection with izzy stradlin, leading to heartbreak, confrontation, and a journey toward clarity.☽

☾warnings: arguments, alcohol use, smoking☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

⁎⁺˳✧༚80s-90s rock masterlist

you’ve always been one of the guys, part of the chaos that seems to orbit mötley crüe. your band runs in the same circles, and over the years, the camaraderie has turned into something deeper. they’re your family – loud, messy, and unapologetically themselves. you’re not afraid to hold your own with them, trading barbs with tommy, matching vince’s energy, and even grounding nikki when he’s spiraling too far into his own world.

it’s during one of those endless, smoky nights backstage that you meet izzy stradlin. he’s quieter than the crüe boys, almost an enigma in the haze of cigarette smoke and empty bottles. there’s something magnetic about him, though. the easy way he leans against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the way his eyes flicker toward you when he thinks you’re not looking.

at first, you tell yourself it’s nothing. he’s just another musician in a world full of them. but it’s not nothing. every time you’re in the same room, there’s a pull, an unspoken connection that leaves your stomach in knots and your heart racing. izzy doesn’t make a move, though. neither do you. it’s like you’re both waiting for something to tip the scales.

everyone else sees it before you’re ready to admit it. tommy smirks knowingly whenever izzy’s name comes up. vince teases you about your “secret boyfriend,” and nikki... well, nikki’s different. he doesn’t joke about it. he grows quieter when izzy’s around, his gaze lingering on you a little too long. you’ve known nikki for years, and you’ve always been close, but there’s something in his eyes now that’s hard to ignore.

it all comes to a head one night after a show. nikki corners you backstage, his usual bravado stripped away. “you’re really going to pick him?” he asks, his voice low and strained.

“pick him?” you repeat, caught off guard. “nikki, it’s not like that.”

“it is,” he insists, his eyes flashing. “everyone sees it. hell, even he knows it. but you’re mine.”

his words hit you like a slap, the weight of them knocking the air from your lungs. “i’m not yours,” you say softly, but firmly. “we’re friends, nikki. that’s all we’ve ever been.”

“friends,” he scoffs, his laughter bitter. “yeah, sure. keep telling yourself that.”

he storms off, leaving you shaken and on the verge of tears. you’ve never seen him like this, so raw and vulnerable. the weight of it presses down on you all day, your emotions swirling until you can’t hold them in any longer. by the time you’re supposed to meet izzy, your face is blotchy, your eyes red from crying.

he notices immediately. “hey,” he says softly, his brow furrowing as he takes you in. “what happened?”

something in his voice breaks the dam, and you find yourself spilling everything. the argument with nikki, the weight of his words, the guilt you feel for hurting him. izzy listens quietly, his gaze never leaving yours. when you finally finish, he reaches out, his hand warm and steady on yours.

“it’s not your fault,” he says firmly. “you can’t control how he feels. but you can’t let him make you feel guilty for not feeling the same way.”

his words are a balm, easing the ache in your chest. “thank you,” you whisper, squeezing his hand.

later that night, izzy finds nikki. you don’t know what he says, but the tension between you and nikki eases in the days that follow. he doesn’t bring up the argument again, and while things aren’t quite the same, there’s a sense of understanding between you. as for izzy, the unspoken connection between you finally becomes something more. it’s not dramatic or rushed. it’s steady and certain, like the way he’s always been there, waiting for you to meet him halfway.

[niallerspayno]

All I Want For Christmas

Masterlist

Inspired by Liam’s song All I Want (For Christmas)🩵

You met Liam through your older brother, Louis, and it was love at first sight. What began as a whirlwind romance quickly turned turbulent, with passion giving way to constant arguments. After a painful breakup, you both went your separate ways. But when fate brings you face-to-face during the Christmas season, old feelings resurface, and you’re forced to confront the past—giving you both a chance to reconnect and rediscover what was lost.

Tags: Liam x reader, mutual pining, lots of fluff, slight angst

…

You remember the first time you met Liam, a warm summer evening at Louis’s place. Your older brother had invited you to a small gathering, just close friends and a few of his bandmates. You didn’t expect much, but then you saw him—Liam, with his easy smile and quiet confidence. The moment your eyes met, something inside you clicked. It wasn’t love at first sight, not exactly. It was more like recognition, as if you’d known each other in another life.

As the night went on, you found yourself talking with him, laughter flowing easily. His stories made you feel at home, like you’d known each other for years. Before long, you were spending more time together, stealing moments when no one was looking, your bond growing stronger with each passing day.

What started as a friendship bloomed into something deeper. Soon, you were inseparable. Every look, every touch felt like it held a promise, and you couldn’t help but fall for him, harder than you ever imagined. His music, his heart, his dedication—they all drew you in, and for a while, everything felt perfect.

But, as quickly as things had blossomed, the cracks started to show. The late-night talks turned into heated arguments. The easy comfort you once had with each other began to feel strained, as if you were speaking two different languages. Words that once were filled with love were now sharp, cutting through the space between you. Every disagreement, every unresolved issue built up until one day, you couldn’t pretend anymore. You broke up.

It wasn’t dramatic, no shouting matches or explosive fights, but there was an undeniable finality to it. The love that once felt so effortless was now lost beneath layers of hurt and misunderstanding. You walked away, hearts heavy with things left unsaid, and though you both tried to move on, there was a part of you that would always carry him with you.

…

The ice rink is buzzing with activity, Louis had insisted on hiring out an entire ice rink for his friends and family to celebrate Christmas. After a few laps, you decide to take a break and join the others by the side. Louis is already there, casually leaning against the rink’s barrier, giving you a cheeky grin. He motions to Lottie to come over, and soon the three of you are huddled together, joking around as the warmth of the room envelops you.

“Hey, are you two gonna keep skating or just stand here all night?” Louis teases, clearly plotting some chaos.

Lottie raises an eyebrow, already knowing what’s coming. “Oh, we’ll skate,” she responds, glancing over at you with a playful smirk. “But you, on the other hand, are about to get dragged into something, aren’t you?”

Louis dramatically pouts. “I was just gonna take my sister for a little spin on the ice, Lottie. Is that so wrong?” He winks, already skating backward in the direction of the rink’s center, clearly intent on dragging you into whatever mischief he’s planning.

You roll your eyes but laugh. “You’re impossible, Louis.”

Before you can protest further, you hear a voice call out your name. Turning, you spot Zayn, Harry, and Niall approaching, all looking genuinely happy to see you. It’s been months since the breakup, and even though you’ve kept your distance from everyone, you can’t deny how good it feels to be surrounded by familiar faces.

Zayn grins and gives you a warm hug. “It’s been too long,” he says, pulling back to look at you. “How’ve you been?”

You smile, a bit surprised by how much you’ve missed them. “Better, actually. Things have been… good,” you reply, not wanting to go into too much detail, but feeling the truth behind your words. Life had gone on, and though the past still lingered, you had started to find peace.

Harry claps you on the shoulder, his grin wide. “Glad to hear that,” he says, his eyes twinkling with that signature mischief. “You know, you’ve been keeping yourself out of trouble, right?” he teases, clearly enjoying the banter.

Niall chuckles, his Irish accent thick as always. “We’ve all missed you. It’s not the same without you around.”

You can’t help but smile, warmth spreading through you at their words. “I’ve missed you guys, too. It’s just… been a lot, you know?” You shrug, not wanting to delve too deep into the past. “But I’m getting there.”

The group nods, their expressions softening, understanding without needing further explanation. It’s comforting, the way they care without pressuring you for more. After a moment, Niall pats his hands together and grins. “Alright, enough of this serious talk. Let’s get back on the ice, yeah?”

Zayn smirks. “Only if we can drag Louis into some chaos first.” He eyes Louis, who is already causing a scene by attempting to spin Lottie on the ice in a dramatic, exaggerated fashion.

You laugh, watching Louis struggle to keep his balance while twirling Lottie. “That’s going to end in disaster,” you say, amused by the sight.

“That’s the plan,” Harry replies with a wink. “Let’s go before it gets worse.”

You all return to the rink, Lottie’s laugh echoing as she and Louis continue their playful chaos, and the others join in, skating together, teasing one another as you all slide across the ice. Despite everything that’s happened, there’s a feeling of normalcy here—of being surrounded by people who care. It feels almost like it did before.

But you can’t ignore the part of you that’s still bracing for what might come next. You haven’t seen Liam yet, and as much as you want to pretend it doesn’t matter, part of you wonders if tonight will be the night you finally come face to face with him.

Louis, with that mischievous grin, skates back up to you, pulling alongside as he skids to a stop. “Alright,” he grins, “I dare you to do that spin I taught you last year. Bet you can’t pull it off without falling.”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s just trying to stir up trouble. “Louis, you’re ridiculous. I’m not doing that.”

He pushes his lower lip out in a dramatic pout, gliding backward in a fluid motion, clearly not giving up. “Come on, just one spin. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You glance at Lottie, who raises an eyebrow as if to say, ��you’re doing this.’ With a reluctant sigh, you shake your head. “Fine. But you’re taking the blame if I fall on my face.”

“You won’t,” Louis says, already skating off ahead to cause more chaos elsewhere.

With a deep breath, you push off, your blades cutting through the ice, and you pick up speed, your focus narrowing to the center of the rink. The wind rushes past your face as you gather momentum, preparing yourself for the spin. You remember Louis’s instructions from last year—how to keep your body tight, how to follow through. You’re just about to hit the move when—

BAM.

Before you can complete the spin, someone collides with you. Your body crashes into a warm, solid chest, and suddenly, everything feels out of control. The world spins for a moment, but you don’t have time to right yourself before both of you hit the ice with a soft thud. Your body lands with a jolt, and the cold of the ice seeps into your clothes, but the warmth beneath you takes over.

You try to scramble to your feet, but you’re stuck—your body still pressed against theirs. It takes a second to register, but then your heart skips. You know that feeling. You know that warmth.

The realization comes like a rush, quick and undeniable. Liam.

Your breath catches in your throat as you look down and meet his eyes, the familiar brown of them pulling you in. His chest rises beneath you, steady and strong, and for a moment, it feels like everything has stopped. Your faces are so close, just centimeters apart, and you feel the warmth of his skin, the soft rhythm of his breathing. His lips curl into a knowing smile, and despite the awkwardness, it’s impossible to ignore the way his presence surrounds you.

He chuckles softly, the sound of his voice warm and teasing, just like it always was. “Well, that was one way to make an entrance.”

Your heart flutters, and you quickly push yourself up, your hands pressing against his chest for balance, but you can’t stop the small laugh that escapes you. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Clearly,” he interrupts with a grin, still lying on the ice beneath you, unbothered. “It’s alright. You’re not the first person to knock me over.”

As you finally scramble to your feet, Louis skates past, throwing a teasing glance over his shoulder. “You two need a minute?” he calls, winking. “Or should I leave you to it?”

You roll your eyes, embarrassed, but the laugh that escapes you is genuine, even if your heart is still racing. “Louis, don’t you dare,” you mutter, trying to brush it off.

Liam raises an eyebrow, still sitting on the ice, and smirks. “You’re alright?” he asks, his voice softer now, as though he’s genuinely checking on you.

You nod, the feeling of his body beneath yours still lingering, warmth spreading through you despite everything. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just… didn’t expect to run into you.”

Liam’s smile fades just a little, the shift in his eyes making something in your chest tighten. But he quickly recovers, pushing himself up with ease. “Guess we’re both full of surprises tonight,” he says lightly, his grin returning as he brushes the ice off his jacket.

For a moment, you stand there, both of you quiet, neither of you knowing exactly what to say next. But the air between you is different now—charged in a way you can’t ignore. You feel that familiar ache again, deep in your chest, the one you’ve been running from.

But then, Louis skates past again, this time with Lottie trailing behind him. He throws another playful look your way, shouting, “Come on, you two, break it up before you make it too obvious!”

You can’t help but laugh, the tension easing slightly. “Louis, you’re insufferable,” you mutter, shaking your head.

As you stand there, still laughing off the teasing from Louis, you feel a mix of nervousness and something else—something warm, something familiar. It’s like the whole world has frozen in time for a second, and you can’t help but feel a pull toward Liam, who’s brushing himself off with a half-smile on his face. His eyes meet yours, but there’s something different in his expression. A quiet, almost distant look that doesn’t quite match the playful grin he tries to pull off.

Louis, as always, skates off to join Lottie, leaving you and Liam alone in the middle of the rink. The distance between you both feels different now. Charged.

“I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” you finally say, laughing nervously, trying to break the awkwardness. “Not like this.”

Liam meets your gaze, his smile softening as he takes a moment to respond. “Yeah, I didn’t expect to fall on the ice in front of everyone either,” he says with a teasing grin, but his voice holds something deeper, like a mixture of regret and longing.

You laugh, a little too quickly, but it’s harder to ignore the flood of emotions that are creeping in now that he’s so close. You’ve spent months pushing these feelings down, but now, standing here with him, everything feels impossible to ignore.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” you admit quietly. “I mean, it’s been months. I’ve been trying to move on, you know?”

Liam’s expression softens, and you notice the way his gaze lingers on you for just a little too long. “I know,” he says, his voice quiet. “I’ve been trying too.”

For a moment, there’s a silence between you, and the noise of the rink feels far away. It’s just the two of you, and everything feels more intense than you expected. You want to ask him so many questions, but the words stick in your throat.

Finally, Liam breaks the tension, his voice gentle. “Do you want to skate? Just… for old time’s sake?”

You hesitate, but there’s something in his tone, in the vulnerability behind his words, that makes you want to say yes more than anything. The familiar spark between you two is still there. You nod slowly, and he extends his hand.

For a moment, you stand there, just looking at his hand, unsure whether to take it. But then, without thinking, you reach for it. The moment your fingers touch his, a jolt of warmth runs through you, and you realize just how much you’ve missed this. The way he feels—like home.

You skate together, side by side, the rhythm of your movements falling into place effortlessly, as if no time had passed. It feels easy. Comfortable. Just like it used to. The world around you feels quieter, more distant, and it’s like everything else has faded into the background. There’s only Liam and you.

As you glide across the rink, your heart starts to race—not out of nervousness, but from something else. Something you can’t ignore. The way his eyes meet yours, and how it feels like the world slows down with every step you take together.

“I’ve missed this,” Liam says after a moment, his voice more serious now. “Us.”

His words hit you like a wave, and you swallow, your heart suddenly feeling heavier. You glance at him, his expression softening, and there’s something in his gaze that makes your chest tighten. It’s not just nostalgia—it’s more than that. It’s like he’s waiting for you to decide if this can be something again.

Before you can answer, Louis skates past, his voice loud and teasing. “Alright, alright, you two! You’re looking all cute and everything, but enough with the love fest. Show us your moves!”

Lottie skates past with a grin. “Yeah, we’re all tired of seeing Liam mope about,” she adds with a wink. “Good to see you two finally talking again.”

You feel your face flush at her words, and you look up at Liam, who’s trying hard not to laugh. The tension eases a little as you both share a quick glance, but there’s still something unsaid between you.

Niall skates by, raising an eyebrow. “Honestly, it’s about time you two stopped with the silent treatment,” he says casually. “We were all pretty tired of Liam’s pining, right?” He looks over at Harry, who smirks and nods in agreement.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you two together,” Harry adds, chuckling. “You know, I’m starting to think his songs weren’t just about the heartbreak, huh?” He grins over at Liam, his tone teasing but light.

Zayn, skating slowly behind them, smirks. “Yeah, but I guess we all know the inspiration behind those lyrics now, huh?” He raises an eyebrow at Liam, the playful energy in his voice making the moment feel less heavy.

You chuckle, trying to shake off the lingering feeling that they’ve seen through all of it. But there’s something comforting about the casual teasing. It lightens the mood between you and Liam, and the space between you doesn’t feel so large anymore.

Liam laughs softly, shrugging. “Guess you guys are right. We were a bit… well, I was a bit of a mess, wasn’t I?”

You look at him, the familiar warmth spreading through you once again. Despite everything that’s happened, there’s still that connection. And now, it doesn’t feel like a question of whether you’ve moved on—it feels like a chance to rebuild.

“Well,” you say with a smile, “it’s good to see you back to yourself.”

Liam looks over at you, his eyes softening. “It’s good to be here,” he replies quietly, and the warmth between you two feels almost like the beginning of something new. Maybe it’s just a small step, but it feels like the first real one.

…

After the ice rink session wraps up, everyone heads off the rink, feeling the cold air on their faces as they walk toward the exit. Louis, grinning mischievously, calls out to everyone. “Alright, alright! Everyone’s had their fun on the ice, but how about we head back to mine for some hot chocolate and snacks? I think we’ve earned it!”

You nod, smiling a little at the idea of warmth after the chilly evening. Lottie links her arm through yours as you both walk to join him. “Sounds like the perfect end to a perfect night,” she says, her voice light with a hint of excitement.

Louis and Lottie catch up with you as the rest of the band lingers behind, walking together with their usual casual energy. Niall and Harry are talking animatedly, with Zayn keeping a cool distance, yet all of them seem to be in a good mood.

As the three of you stroll back, Louis glances over at you and nudges Lottie with his elbow. “You know,” he says in a low voice, “it’s good to see you in a better place. I can’t even tell you how happy I am that you’re doing okay.”

Lottie looks up at you with a knowing smile. “We could all see how miserable you were before. I’m really glad to see you smiling again. And with him…” she trails off, a small grin tugging at her lips. “Well, I think you both deserve to be happy.”

You can’t help but glance back at Liam, who’s chatting quietly with Zayn and Harry. There’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach, a mix of hope and uncertainty. Could things really work again between you two?

Louis catches your gaze and shrugs, a half-smile playing on his lips. “You’ve always been good together. We all know it. If anyone can make it work, it’s you two. Just don’t wait too long.”

Lottie nods. “Yeah, don’t let the past get in the way. Look at you two tonight—already skating together like nothing changed.”

Your heart flutters a little, and you can’t help but feel grateful for their encouragement. Still, the weight of what’s happened between you and Liam lingers in the back of your mind.

…

At Louis’s house, the warmth of the living room is a welcome contrast to the chilly evening air. The scent of hot chocolate fills the space, and the laughter and chatter from the group blend into a cozy soundtrack to the night. Louis, always the host, is already in full-on entertainer mode, tossing out playful jabs at the bandmates while passing around mugs of hot chocolate and plates piled high with snacks. Lottie, with her signature grin, is right beside him, making sure no one goes without.

You sit down with your mug in hand, feeling a sense of ease settle over you. The last few months felt like a whirlwind of uncertainty, but right now, surrounded by friends and family, it’s like the world has slowed down.

Louis raises his mug to the group with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Alright, I think we can all agree that skating was the highlight of the night,” he says, his voice teasing. “But now, let’s see if we can outdo ourselves with these snacks.” He points to the pile of cookies and marshmallows on the table, grinning like a kid at Christmas. “Who’s up for a competition? First one to finish five cookies gets to pick the next song for the playlist!”

The band groans and laughs, Niall immediately protesting with a playful eye-roll. “Louis, mate, we’re not kids anymore. You know, we’ve got to stay somewhat dignified.”

Harry, smirking from across the room, raises an eyebrow. “Oh please, Niall. I think you’re the one who still eats like a 12-year-old,” he teases, poking fun at Niall’s never-ending appetite.

“Oi, I’m not the one who can’t stop talking about food,” Niall shoots back, his voice filled with exaggerated offense. “At least I’m not stealing everyone’s snacks when they’re not looking.” He gives Zayn a side-eye, who’s looking suspiciously innocent with a half-eaten cookie in his hand.

Zayn looks unbothered, taking another bite of the cookie. “I’m just helping the group. Someone has to keep these snacks in check.”

Lottie giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll take the cookies, Zayn,” she says, grabbing the plate from the table and looking at you with a smirk. “Let’s see how fast I can finish these.”

You smile at her antics, sipping your hot chocolate as the banter continues. It’s easy to get lost in the laughter, to forget for a moment all the complicated feelings that have been swirling around lately.

Liam is sitting beside you, quietly observing the scene, but every now and then, his eyes meet yours, his smile warm and genuine. There’s no pressure between you two now—just a comfortable silence that seems to speak volumes.

Louis, always the instigator, leans over and nudges Liam. “Come on, mate. You’re not just gonna let Lottie win, are you?” He grins, looking around at everyone. “I’m talking about the serious stuff here, like who’s the real cookie champion.”

Liam laughs, his easygoing chuckle filling the room. “I’ll let her have this one. I’m more of a marshmallow guy anyway,” he says with a wink, making Lottie roll her eyes.

The group continues to banter, the jokes flowing effortlessly as everyone settles into the comfortable rhythm of the night. It feels like no time has passed since the last time you were all together like this—back when things were simpler, before the drama, before everything got complicated.

As the night goes on, you find yourself talking more with Liam, the distance between you both slowly vanishing. He asks you about your life—what you’ve been up to, what’s changed, and before long, you’re laughing and reminiscing about the good times. His voice is soft, but there’s a sense of longing in it that tugs at your heart. There’s still so much you want to say, but for now, just being in this moment feels like enough.

Louis keeps the atmosphere light, making sure everyone is having a good time. It’s clear to everyone that you and Liam are slowly easing back into a comfortable place, and while no one says anything outright, the way they tease you both hints at their hope that things can work out again.

At some point, you find yourself sitting closer to Liam on the couch, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you both. The warmth from the fire crackles in the background, and the evening stretches on with everyone gathered together, sharing stories and enjoying each other’s company. The past may still be there, lingering in the background, but for the first time in a long while, it doesn’t feel as heavy.

You glance at Liam once more, his eyes catching yours with a soft smile. For the first time in months, it feels like maybe there’s a way forward.

As the evening winds down, the warmth of Louis’s living room buzzing with chatter and laughter, you find yourself stealing glances at Liam. The ease in his smile, the quiet way he listens to the jokes flying around—it all feels painfully familiar, and yet, there’s a distance now that wasn’t there before. You don’t know if it’s time or circumstance that’s wedged it between you, but you can feel it.

It’s as though he senses your gaze because, after a moment, he looks over, his eyes meeting yours. There’s a softness there, something tentative. He tilts his head slightly toward the hallway, a silent question. You hesitate but nod.

Slipping away from the laughter and warmth of the group, you follow Liam into the quieter part of the house. Louis’s place is still decked out for Christmas—garlands draped over doorways, twinkling lights glowing softly against the walls. Liam leads you to the back of the house, where a small sitting room overlooks the snowy backyard.

The silence between you feels heavier here, more deliberate. Liam closes the door gently behind you and turns, leaning against it for a moment before speaking.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” he says softly, his voice low, almost hesitant.

You swallow, your fingers tightening around the edge of your sweater. “Yeah, well, Louis can be pretty persuasive.” You try to sound lighthearted, but your voice wavers slightly.

Liam steps closer, his expression serious now. “I mean it. I wasn’t sure if I’d see you again.” He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration slipping through. “And I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to see me after everything that happened.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of his words. “Liam, it’s not like I didn’t want to see you. It’s just…” You trail off, looking down at your hands. “It hurt. Being apart from you. But being with you—it was getting harder too.”

His shoulders slump slightly, and he nods, his jaw tightening. “I know. I know I made it hard. I wasn’t… I wasn’t what you needed.”

“It wasn’t about you not being enough,” you say quickly, looking up at him. “It was everything. The spotlight, your schedule, the constant pressure… and we stopped talking to each other. Really talking.”

Liam exhales sharply, his gaze dropping to the floor. “I thought I was protecting you, you know? From the madness. From me. But I ended up shutting you out instead.”

You step closer, your heart twisting at the vulnerability in his voice. “I didn’t need protecting, Liam. I needed you. Just you. But it felt like… like I was fighting for space in your life, and I was losing.”

His eyes snap up to meet yours, filled with regret. “You weren’t losing,” he says firmly. “I was just too blind to see how much I was hurting you by not being there. I thought I could balance everything, but I couldn’t. And then when we started fighting…”

“…it felt like we were breaking each other,” you finish quietly, tears pricking your eyes.

Liam’s hand twitches at his side, like he wants to reach for you but isn’t sure if he should. “I didn’t want it to end. I never wanted that. But I didn’t know how to fix it without making it worse.”

The room feels impossibly small now, the air thick with the unspoken words hanging between you. For a long moment, neither of you says anything, just standing there, the weight of the past pressing down on both of you.

Finally, Liam takes a step closer, his voice softer. “I missed you. Every day. And I know I messed up, but… I still love you. I don’t think I ever stopped.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest, and for a moment, you can’t breathe. The tears you’ve been holding back spill over, and you quickly wipe them away. “I don’t know if I can do this again,” you admit, your voice trembling. “I don’t know if I can survive losing you again.”

Liam reaches out then, his hand brushing against yours, tentative but warm. “I don’t want you to lose me again. And I don’t want to lose you. I can’t promise it’ll be perfect, but I can promise I’ll try. I’ll try harder than I ever have before.”

His words hang in the air, and you feel your heart pulling in two directions—toward the fear of getting hurt again and the undeniable pull of the man standing in front of you.

You look down at where his hand brushes yours, the warmth of his touch igniting something deep inside you that you thought had long gone cold. The pull is too strong to ignore. Slowly, you slip your fingers into his, holding onto him like he’s the only solid thing in a world that keeps spinning out of control.

“I missed you too,” you whisper, your voice barely audible but heavy with emotion. “I never stopped loving you either.”

The words feel like a release, like letting go of all the tension and pain you’ve been holding onto for months. Liam exhales shakily, his other hand coming up to gently cradle your cheek.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing away a tear you didn’t realize had fallen. “But if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that I do.”

You let out a small, watery laugh, leaning into his touch. “You always were good with words,” you tease softly, though the weight of your emotions still hangs heavy in the air.

His lips twitch into a small, crooked smile. “I mean it,” he says, his voice earnest. “I want to be better—for you. For us.”

For a moment, all you can do is stare into his eyes, the sincerity there overwhelming. Slowly, you nod. “Okay,” you say, the single word carrying the weight of your decision.

Liam’s relief is palpable, his shoulders sagging as if a heavy burden has been lifted. He pulls you into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, you let yourself relax into him, the familiar scent of him—something warm and comforting—making you feel like you’re finally home.

In the quiet of the room, with only the soft glow of Christmas lights illuminating the space, you both stand there, holding onto each other as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist. For now, it’s just you and him, and the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, you can piece back together what was broken.

When you finally pull back slightly, his forehead rests against yours, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “You’re stuck with me now,” he says, his tone light but his eyes full of affection.

You smile back, your heart feeling lighter than it has in months. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As the distant sound of laughter and voices from the living room filters back into your awareness, Liam pulls back, his hand still holding yours. “Come on,” he says softly. “Let’s go join the others before Louis starts yelling for us.”

You nod, letting him lead you back to where your family and friends are waiting, your heart filled with a cautious but undeniable hope. As you and Liam step back into the living room, the warmth of the fire and the mingling scents of pine and hot chocolate envelop you like a cozy embrace. The chatter quiets for a moment, and then Louis’ sharp voice cuts through.

“Oh, would you look at that!” he exclaims, pointing dramatically above your heads.

You and Liam glance up simultaneously, and your heart skips as you spot the mistletoe hanging overhead. A small gasp escapes you, your breath hitching at the realization.

“Now this is fate,” Niall says with a wide grin, leaning back against the sofa. “Go on, you two. Don’t break tradition!”

Lottie’s eyes light up as she joins in, her tone teasing but genuinely excited. “You know the rules! A mistletoe moment can’t be ignored.”

You glance at Liam nervously, your cheeks burning with the heat of everyone’s attention. But then your eyes meet his, and the noise around you seems to fade. There’s something in his gaze—soft and steady, like he’s grounding you in this moment. His hands find your waist, the warmth of his palms seeping through your sweater, and suddenly you’re not nervous anymore.

“It’d be a shame to waste it,” Liam murmurs, his voice low and just for you. The corner of his mouth quirks into a familiar, heart-melting smile.

Your lips part slightly, a breathless laugh escaping you as you nod. “I guess we can’t.”

The room feels like it’s holding its breath as Liam leans in. Your eyes flutter closed just as his lips brush against yours, warm and soft, sending a spark through you that travels from your fingertips to your toes.

The kiss starts gentle, tentative, like you’re both testing the waters, but it quickly deepens into something more. His hand moves to cup your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb brushing against your skin, grounding you in the sensation of him. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his sweater as if holding on for dear life, and everything else melts away—the laughter, the room, the world.

The familiar scent of his cologne wraps around you, mingling with the faint sweetness of hot chocolate lingering on his breath. It’s a kiss that’s both an apology and a promise, a reminder of everything you’ve shared and everything you could still have.

When you finally pull back, your forehead rests against his, both of you breathing a little heavier, the air charged with something you can’t quite put into words. His eyes search yours, and the look in them—the warmth, the love, the relief—makes your chest tighten.

The room explodes into cheers and whistles, shattering the moment but filling it with warmth of another kind.

“About bloody time!” Louis calls out, clapping his hands together. “I was this close to writing you both off!”

“You’ve been pining for months,” Zayn chimes in, smirking as he nudges Niall. “I think this means we can finally retire the heartbreak playlist.”

Niall grins. “And here I thought every song on the last album was just about a bad sandwich. Turns out they were all about you, huh?”

Lottie’s smile is a little softer as she leans toward Harry. “You can see it, can’t you? They’re so much happier when they’re together.”

Harry nods, lifting his mug of hot chocolate in mock toast. “To lovebirds under the mistletoe. Let’s just hope they don’t turn this into another album of angst, yeah?”

You bury your face in Liam’s chest, your cheeks burning, but you can’t fight the smile spreading across your face. He wraps an arm around you, holding you close, his laughter rumbling softly in his chest.

“Guess we’ve got everyone’s approval,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your temple.

You tilt your head up to meet his eyes, your smile widening. “Seems like it,” you reply softly, your heart swelling with a sense of belonging and joy you haven’t felt in so long.

And as the group continues to laugh and tease, you stay there in Liam’s arms, feeling, for the first time in months, that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

…

Author’s note: Merry Christmas Eve/Happy Birthday Louis🎄🥳

[sp00kymulderr]

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+. sexual themes, more love than intended, cock and balls, cursing, drug use, Dieter being ridiculous. Don’t think about logistics too much. Unedited.

Word Count: 900

Summary: Dieter has a gift for you

A/N: This is dedicated to my most beloved @covetyou because I love her and for no other reason at all...comments and reblogs forever appreciated! To follow for fic updates only go to @sp00kyupdates​ or see taglist details on my masterlist. Header by me. Credit to banner maker.

“Dieter?”

Your voice rings out in the empty kitchen where you’d left him wrapping presents an hour ago while you ran the last of the pre-christmas errands. An empty coffee cup and distinct smell of weed the only telltale sign that he was in here until recently.

Turning on your heel, you head back in to the hallway of your newly shared home and shuck off your coat before beginning up the stairs. He’s probably in the bedroom.

Until you hear the distinct grunting breath of a man from the front room – presumably your boyfriend.

“Hey, Dee. You in-” You start through the door and stop your footsteps and your sentence at the same time, losing your breath too for a moment.

There under the Christmas tree lying on his side is your very own Dieter Bravo – stark naked with a cocky half smile on his plush lips.

“Merry Christmas, cookie” Dieter grins wide and proud, ignoring the roll of your eyes because he knows the smile that follows is far more meaningful.

“Baby, what the hell are you-” Again you’re caught off guard as your eyes wonder down his gorgeous form, over the soft swell of his stomach and down to where, yep, you are seeing what you can’t believe your seeing. “Jesus christ did you really…”

His dick in gift wrap.

Haphazard as fuck but nevertheless, your man has attempted to wrap his cock up for you.

He giggles a little and you can’t help but laugh with him as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. You can tell from his eyes and his lopsided smile that Dieter is obviously high, which explains a lot, but it’s still so fucking ridiculous that you can’t help the echo of laughter passed between the two of you as you sit on the floor beside him to examine closer.

It’s the gold wrapping paper you’d used for your parents presents, because of course it is – but you try hard not to think too much about that right now. How the hell he hasn’t given himself a nasty paper cut you don’t know. There’s a red string tied in a messy loose bow at his base, and one of the sticky back bows resting beneath that on his balls.

“How the fuck?” Is about all you can muster and he’s still grinning like an idiot, disgustingly proud of himself. You have to pinch yourself to make sure this absurdity is even real.

“Wanna feel your present, cookie?” Dieter asks in the low suggestive tone you’re used to, and using that same nickname he’d given you on your second date.

“You’re fucking ridiculous, I hope you know that”

Your amused smile takes away from any admonishment in your words. Dieter knows how to make you laugh, he always has. It’s part of why you love him the way you do.

“C’mere” Dieter murmurs softly, and pulls you close for a kiss which you happily recieve “Please unwrap me babe, it’s actually pretty uncomfortable” he adds against your lips.

“I don’t even know where to…” You sigh and pull away, making him lie on his back so you can start unwrapping delicately. He’s wrapped everything loosely, but he’s swiftly hardening as he watches you concentrate and it’s certainly making things more interesting.

He groans softly as you untie the string, less slack on it as he gets harder from your touch and your unmistakable heavy breath. It’s not exactly the worst present you’ve ever unwrapped, no matter how many times you’ve seen his beautiful cock before.

Finally unwrapped, you sigh in relief and lean down to place a kiss the tip before looking back up at him.

“You like your present, cookie?” He asks softly, less seduction and more adoration as he watches you. Looking over at his face you’re taken breathless for a moment, heart skipping a beat. He’s so pretty like this, lit up by the lights of the gaudy Christmas tree he’d insisted on. He’s so goddamn beautiful it makes you ache all over for a second.

With one more look at his damn gorgeous face, you slowly pull the sticky bow from his sack and relish in the eager moan that falls from Dieters lips as you give them a tender squeeze. Fuck, he’s fully hard and you’re soaked now.

“I love my present” You tell him gently, already pulling off your own clothes eagerly before straddling him.

“Fuck” Dieter grunts out as you start to rock slowly, rubbing your cunt over him with your clit catching on the head and making you gasp out a moan of pleasure. You soak him as your slick gathers, getting more turned on by the second by your stupid boyfriend and his antics.

After a moment you rise up on your knees and take his cock in your hand, angling to sink down but he stops you with gritted teeth.

“Wait- wait...put these on” Dieter requests with wide eyes, pleading as if he thinks you’re in any position to deny him anything.

You have to roll your eyes again as he holds up the felt antler headband, with little jingle bells attached to it.

“Gotta hear those bells jingle while you ride me” He grins again so stupidly, and you both erupt in to a fit of giggles once more.

He looks at you with pure, honest love as you slide the stupid headband on to your head without protest.

“Love you, cookie”

“Love you too, you idiot”

Find part 2 here

[tokyomanjilove]

Giving In - Part One

Mitsuya x reader

It's our time, mitsuya girlies 💜

It was just after the big Christmas fight between Taiju and Toman when you got the news. Mitsuya, your best friend, had been hurt badly during the battle. Your heart sank at the thought of him in pain. Without hesitation, you rushed to see him.

At the hospital, you found Mitsuya in a wheelchair, his face bruised and bandaged, but still managing a smile as he saw you.

"Mitsuya!" you exclaimed, rushing to his side. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Mitsuya chuckled softly, though it was clear he was in pain. "Hey, calm down. It's nothing too serious. Just a few bumps and bruises."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. You knew he was trying to downplay it to make you feel better, but seeing him like this hurt.

"That fight... I'm so sorry, Mitsuya," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

"Don't worry about it," Mitsuya said, reaching out to pat your shoulder. "It was bound to happen. I'll be back on my feet in no time."

Over the next few weeks, you dedicated yourself to helping Mitsuya. You assisted him with everything, including looking after his sisters. It was a challenging time, but you were determined to make sure he had everything he needed to recover.

One evening, as you were helping Mitsuya with dinner, he looked over at you with a grateful smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you. You're a real lifesaver."

"You'd do the same for me," you replied, smiling back. "Besides, it's nice to spend time with you and your sisters. They're great."

As the weeks passed, Mitsuya began to regain his strength. The day finally came when he was ready to walk again.

You were there, cheering him on as he took his first steps without the wheelchair. His sisters clapped and cheered, their faces lighting up with joy.

"I'm back," Mitsuya said, grinning from ear to ear. "Thanks to you."

"Nah," you replied, shaking your head. "You did all the hard work. I just kept you company."

After weeks of recovery, Mitsuya was finally back on his feet, his strength returning with each passing day. The bond between you had only grown stronger during this time, and you were relieved to see him moving around with his usual energy.

One sunny afternoon, you decided to drop by Mitsuya's place, hoping to catch up and maybe help out a bit more. To your surprise, as you walked up to the house, you saw Yuzuha and Mitsuya in the front yard, laughing and chatting comfortably. A pang of jealousy hit you immediately. You made your way over, determined to make your presence known.

"Hey, Mitsuya!" you called out, your voice was louder than usual.

Both Mitsuya and Yuzuha turned to look at you. Yuzuha greeted you with a pleasant smile, completely unaware of the turmoil within you.

"Hi! It's good to see you," Yuzuha said warmly.

Mitsuya, on the other hand, knew you too well. He instantly recognized the jealousy behind your forced smile.

"Hey," Mitsuya said, his eyes flicking between you and Yuzuha. "We were just talking about you."

"Oh, really?" you replied, trying to keep your tone light. "What about?"

"Just how much you've been helping out," Mitsuya said, giving you a knowing look. "Yuzuha was just saying how lucky I am to have you."

"Thanks, Yuzuha," you said, managing a genuine smile this time. "It's been tough, but Mitsuya's worth it."

Yuzuha nodded, still oblivious to your feelings. "Absolutely. Mitsuya is lucky to have a friend like you."

You sat down next to them, trying to push aside the jealousy. Mitsuya noticed your discomfort and decided to address it later. For now, he continued the conversation, trying to include you and make you feel more at ease.

"So, what have you been up to today?" Mitsuya asked, turning his attention to you.

"Just running some errands," you replied, still feeling a bit uneasy. "I thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing."

"Well, I appreciate it," Mitsuya said, smiling. "I was just telling Yuzuha about the time we tried to bake cookies and ended up setting off the smoke alarm."

You couldn't help but laugh at the memory. It was one of those moments that cemented your friendship.

"Yeah, that was a disaster," you said, chuckling. "But at least we tried."

As the days went by, you continued to spend as much time as possible with Mitsuya, ensuring that your bond remained strong. Mitsuya appreciated your dedication and reassured you that nothing could come between your friendship.

One evening, Mitsuya pulled you aside after Yuzuha had left. "Hey, I noticed you seemed a bit off earlier. Is everything okay?"

You sighed, deciding it was time to be honest. "I'm sorry, Mitsuya. It's just... I got jealous seeing you and Yuzuha so close. I know it's silly, but I couldn't help it."

Mitsuya looked at you with understanding eyes. "It's not silly. I get it. But you know you're my best friend, right? No one can replace you."

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders. "Thanks, Mitsuya. I needed to hear that."

"Anytime," Mitsuya said, giving you a reassuring smile.

NEXT

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

ANNOUNCEMENTS FOR DECEMBER:

//Hey all.

//As we all know, it's coming to the end of the year, and we're approaching December time, which is usually the time of year where I start dishing out a bunch of special stuff for the followers.

//Regrettably, I still cannot give a guarantee when I'll be able to return to making the story, but I am trying my hardest to get my affairs in order so that we can come to that.

//One way or another, the story isn't over, regardless of how long it takes for us to get back to it. And the good news is that for December, I have a few really cool goodies for you. Both related to the blog, and otherwise, as well as a few announcements:

//Okay so for my first announcement, I kind of want to get the "bad news" out of the way first. And I use quotations, because hopefully, no one will mind too much.

//As some of you might have noticed, I kind of stopped uploading the birthday card posts for the characters, and in case it hasn't been clear, I've decided that I'm not going to be posting the birthday cards anymore.

//There are actually more than one reason for this. The primary one is it takes a lot out of me, more than you know, to keep track of everyone's birthdays, especially since we have 100+ characters, and I'm prone to uploading/reblogging the posts late, way after the birthday celebrations have happened. It's much easier for me to just stop posting the cards altogether, and getting stressed out about it.

//But another one is that up until now, I've always found a way to balance the dates out with the story, mainly through a lot of mcguffin bullshit that, not only would I much prefer not to do any more...I physically can't.

//Phase 3 has three arcs that happen at the exact same time as eachother, told from three different perspectives of three characters who will each take the limelight. I will not say who, but suffice to say it would not make a lot of sense for the birthdays to be spaced like months apart, when in-universe, these events are happening over the course of the same days.

//Let's say the arcs take me like...5 months to finish. During the time that I'm writing that arc, it would be Kyoko's birthday (October 6th), but by the time I'm finished, it's Hiyoko's birthday (March 9th). In universe, no time has passed at all, because these events are taking place within the same week.

//Yeah, not happening.

//And the last reason is because ultimately, I started doing the birthday cards to celebrate the characters and how far the series has come, but honestly? I think we can all agree that they add basically nothing to the story, and are just there to make the blog's page look prettier.

//With that being said, I hope all of you guys can wish my sister a happy birthday, because she turned 17 yesterday.

//Okay, with that out of the way, I want to reveal four big projects that I'm going to be working on around Christmas/New Years time that, hopefully, will tickle your fancy:

1 - NAEGIRI WEEK 2024

//A couple of you may remember that two years ago, I participated in Naegiri Week, which, like a lot of these ship weeks, is an event dedicated to a specific Danganronpa couple (Makoto and Kyoko in this case) where people will create art media for spaced over a week.

//In the past, I've participated in three of these events before, which were Naegiri Week, Momoharu Week, and Kazukoi Week (which was hosted by Mod Freezethunder) and those sprites are all available on @creepercraftsprites.

//I've always wanted to take part in Saimatsu Week, but I keep missing my chance to, and I didn't participate in Naegiri Week of last year, because I had a lot going on at the time, but I'm happy to say that I will be making a grand return to the event, and participating in 2024's Naegiri Week, which begins on December 23rd.

//And some of my stories even take place within the universes of my fanfics and content, including Survivor and Phantom Thieves of Hope. So stay tuned for when that drops, and you'll get to see me and a bunch of my fellow artists showing off what we've got to people for the sake of this adorable lucky student and his gorgeous detective wife.

//Speaking of which:

2 - PHANTOM THIEVES OF HOPE: CHRISTMAS CAPER

//Yeah, Phantom Thieves of Hope is getting a Christmas Special.

//Why?

//I felt like it. Fuck off and let me do my thing, lol.

//In all seriousness, my thought process behind this was that for a long time, I had considered maybe making spinoff chapters/fics for Phantom Thieves of Hope. But unlike Survivor where I usually have an excuse to do that, PToH's story is mostly consistently paced, and I don't really want to break that normally.

//But I've been thinking about what ideas I could explore in a potential crossover fic like PToH, and the kinds of interactions the characters could have.

//Phantom Thieves of Hope has always tried to prioritize the human aspects of the Danganronpa characters beyond the wacky cartoonish setting that they're placed in. Despite the horrors around them, many of them rarely get a chance to show a real down-to-earth moment as a person instead of a crazy character, and that's a lot of what PToH is about, beyond the kickass Phantom Thief fighting.

//So to sum it up, Christmas Caper is a three-part bonus story for my crossover fic, revolving around the Phantom Thieves having some Christmas fun together, and I will be posting those during the buildup to Christmas; so from December 21st to December 23rd, the same day Naegiri Week starts.

//I know that PToH and Survivor are different series, but I have realized I have an overlapping audience with both fanbases, so I figured if I'm going to announce it, I'm going to announce it here.

//I will also be announcing it this Friday for my AO3 audience when I release the next chapter.

//Now we actually get into the juicy stuff.

3 - DANGAN-CEMBER

//This is something that I'm hoping to do for the foreseeable future, and it's probably the biggest announcement that I have for this holiday season.

//To keep things brief, this is directly inspired by Team Four Star's DBCember series. For those who don't know what that is, from 2014 until 2021, KaiserNeko, Lanipator, and Takahata101 performed a yearly series called DBcember each December. In this segment, they discuss the DragonBall series in Advent Calendar mode for the first twenty-four days of December.

//With me loving my rankings, I wanted to try doing something similar this year related to the blog, to give me more of a reason to. And honestly, I have some ideas that aren't even related to Danganronpa, just to me in general.

//Earlier this year, I posted my ranking of all the Danganronpa titles featured on the blog, which would have had enough to go on, but I only came up with the idea after that, which kind of wasted it.

//So for this event, Dangan-cember will take place between the 1st of December to the 24th where I will upload one post every day as part of a top 24 ranking of some kind, going in depth on its placement, why I like/dislike it, or whatever the hell else the list entails. Christmas Day will reveal my Number 1.

//I debated it for a while, and eventually, I decided that for this year, my ranking would be...

TOP 24 DANGANRONPA CLASS TRIALS.

//Back in the day while I was still on Reddit, I did this ranking then, but my not only have my opinions changed a bit, but for this ranking, I will be including the Class trials from the Another series as well (DRA1 and SDRA2).

//And while I have already done the ranking itself in advance, this turned out to not be as easy as it feels, and I feel like talking about it might be harder.

//Unlike the rest of my rankings, I will be dedicating one post each to all of these placements, which should hopefully give me a chance to talk about them in as much detail as possible. I don't intend to do this for all my rankings; just my end of year ones like this.

//So hopefully that'll be exciting. Funny how I'm more than happy to write written essays about Danganronpa unlike anything else I need to write essays for.

//But with that all said, we have one more:

4 - DECK THE HALLS FOR A BIRTHDAY PARTY ARC

//And of course, the last thing to announce for the end of the year is our traditional "Christmas Arc."

//If you've been around the blog for a while now, you'll know that once a year, for the 12 Days of Christmas ranging from December 24th to January 5th, we have special bonus arcs for the story, mainly revolving around the characters interacting and having moments of emotional bonding and depth, centered around the end of the year and Christmas time.

//Or, alternatively, just some community events we do for fun.

//The arcs in question for these last few years have been:

The 12 Days of Christmas

The 12 Nights of Christmas

Canzanilla Cafe

Warriors of Other Worlds (Danganronpa Survivor X Death Battle)

//And yes, before anyone says it, I know that that WoOW didn't actually happen during Christmas, but that was largely because of delays on my part, and had I stuck to a consistent schedule, it would have done. The point is we do these fun little event arcs every year, if we can help it.

//And for this year, we actually have something a little different. The arc will retain its typical character interactions and enjoyment that the previous Christmas arcs had, but unlike them, this arc, titled "Deck the Halls for a Birthday Party," will have a consistent storyline throughout it.

//Canzanilla Cafe kind of had a story with Kuripa helping Maya set up shop, but it was still very much them interacting with a random strew of characters and being good baristas and bartenders. But for this one, there's a certain group of characters it revolves around, and a plot that takes shape throughout the sequence.

//What is that plot? Well, I'm glad you asked. Let me tell you.

//This arc is the first Christmas that the Future Foundation have been able to gather for following the Factory incident, and the defeat of Organization Zetsubou. But more importantly for Class 78, this is the perfect chance to celebrate the triumphant return of Mukuro Ikusaba, who they thought was lost to them.

//Reinforced when they remember that December 24th, Christmas Day, is also her birthday.

//To reaffirm their friendship, show appreciation for what she has done for them, and to officially welcome her back to the family, the class, led primarily by Makoto and Sayaka, work with their peers and classmates to throw Mukuro a huge Birthday/Christmas surprise party, while doing whatever they can to prevent Mukuro from catching wind of it.

//Hilarity ensues.

//In summary, it is just one of those everything-has-to-be-perfect party stories where the DR1 class get to show off their bond and how much they all mean to each other. Something that, ironically, they don't do as much as the DR2 and V3 cast do. Not just in Survivor, but in the main series and in general. They have strong chemistry, but it's never really explored.

//This arc is also mainly about Mukuro, now having completed her character arcs from Phase 1 and 2, where she now realizes that she has a place in the world free from Junko's influence, and a lot of this story is about her exploring it and trying to find her place within it.

//Featuring a lot of fun little cameo appearances to boot.

//That should be about everything, so in conclusion, here is my December timeline:

December 1st - December 24th: Dangancember December 21st - December 23rd: PToH: Christmas Caper December 23rd - December 30th: Naegiri Week 2024 December 24th - January 5th: Deck the Halls for a Birthday Party Arc

//And that's all folks.

-Mod

[nknoxe-n]

Hey There! Thank you so much for doing the match up and I hope you had an amazing Christmas! <3

Personality: Very talkative, friendly and sarcastic (once you get to know me XD). I’m also very weird and quirky towards people initially.I’m sadly misjudged a lot for being quiet since I don’t open up very easily. I enjoy talking to new people but opening up is difficult since I’m worried that I’ll be judged harshly. I’m someone that will put a 100% into the friendship even if the other person reciprocates at least 10% but the moment they don’t do that I completely stop putting in any effort. I’ll always put in the effort to stay in touch if they do at least one thing to show that they care about us.

Hobbies: I like to workout and I used to do track back to school. I love playing sports and I’m always down to playing any of them! I’ve got a twin who plays sports so I always make sure to duel him lmao. I also enjoy gaming and playing the guitar since music calms me down. I hope to be able to play and compose music one day but I’m happy with what I’m capable of now as well. I also like to bake and have a huge sweet tooth and love to bake for other people. I used to be into drawing but haven’t had much time lately. My dream job is being a voice actor since it’s something I think is meant for me so I hope I can pursuit that

ideal type: I like a guy that can express his emotions openly . Someone that isn’t afraid to cry when they’re sad for example. I like guys that are also good listener and guys that genuinely have good intentions for the people around them. I prefer if they’re introverted because I’m not god with dealing with other extroverts but an am ambivert would be alright too

Favourite character: I really like Chigiri, Hiori and Bachira a lot. They’re all on different spectrums but there’s just something about those boys that makes me wanna root for them. I don’t necessarily want to be matched with my faves so anyone you think is fit is alright <3

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! I hope you have a fabulous day!

Your Blue Lock Matchup: Bachira Meguru

Bachira is a really good fit for you, not perfect but good. Given your talkative, friendly, and quirky nature, he’ll be totally comfortable with your openness and 'weirdness' even if anything you really do won't seem weird to him. Bachira is goofy and playful, he would make sure to create a fun and low-pressure environment for you to gradually open up. He’s the kind of person who won’t rush you into anything but will do his best to make you feel safe in expressing yourself.

You’ve mentioned that you enjoy talking to new people, but opening up is difficult due to fears of judgment—Bachira is the type who won’t judge you, no matter what. He’s all about letting people be their authentic selves, and his energy is infectious in the best way. He’ll encourage you to share your feelings and thoughts with him, but never push you if you’re not ready. His caring nature means that he’ll stick around and offer support, just like how you’re always there for others, even if they only give a little back.

Your love for sports is something Bachira would totally vibe with! He’s a competitive player who thrives on challenges, and he’d love to play anything with you—he's constantly imagining the fun you two could have. He would also enjoy seeing how dedicated you are to fitness and would probably offer you to work out together. And given your musical interests, Bachira’s playful attitude would mesh well with your passions. I have said it once and will say it again, the boy was raised by an artist and appreciates a creative mind.

As for the emotional side, Bachira is actually pretty good at expressing his feelings. He’s open, honest, and knows how to be vulnerable, maybe a bit too much but that's okay, he’d appreciate someone like you who values emotional openness and wouldn’t be afraid to cry when sad. He’d also be the kind of person who listens to you when you need it, making sure you feel heard and understood. His easygoing nature helps keep things light, and he would do his best to make sure that you feel comfortable being yourself around him. And with his sensitive and caring side, he’d be able to offer the right balance between playful fun and emotional support when needed.

He's a bit of a people pleaser when he's latched onto you, so he's overly willing to make you comfortable with how he acts. Bachira is often characterized as being overly bubbly and a major extrovert and while he is extroverted at times with the people he enjoys I think a lot of people overlook the fact he's just happy and ruin his depth. He can be loud, and he can be bubbly but as a partner Bachira can just be himself, he can also be quiet and happy, happy that you are with him.

[bonesandthebees]

Popping in before all the holiday chaos happens at dinner lol I'm glad to hear you're doing a lot better today!! and eughhhh, brain fog is *awful* I am sorry you had to have one that lasted so long, but hey, at least it's over now And uh oh, it sucks that being contagious might ruin your time with family, even so, I hope you still get at least a little bit of time with them and that Christmas can still be enjoyable for you

This probably sounds a bit silly (?? Maybe), but I find the fact that you minored in creative writing cool, could just be the inner writer in me that admires anyone who really dedicates themselves to it, I love seeing art in any form, and I love making a lot of it too, so ig I just like seeing and thinking about what opportunities I might get when I'm older to better it, you're incredibly talented and I admire your writing too, but I know that your skills came from a lot of hard work and learning :D And it's okay, I can definitely look for poetry on my own too, I appreciate the fact that you tried to give me smth regardless, thank you for answering anyway

-🪷

It was seriously so awful for it to last so long but I'm free now I am back to health (if we pretend I'm not coughing like a victorian child with tuberculosis)

and so far I have been able to spend a little time with my family! I wore a mask and took a bunch of precautions so I was able to make french toast for my mom and grandma for breakfast which was nice

aww that's not silly at all that's actually really sweet. I've always known that writing is my form of art I want to pursue in my life so I when I got into college I was already considering minoring in it. Although my school wasn't particularly known for having a super high end writing program or anything (it was a very STEM focused school hence why I got a bio degree) I still really loved the writing program and all of my classes were so enjoyable. If you get opportunities to take actual workshops with other people I highly recommend it. it's a great way to expand your horizons and get new perspectives on your work. and thank you so much for the kind words about my writing skills, it really did take a lot of hard work so it means a lot to hear that <3

[hekate1308]

There Was Winter’s Cold A Destiel Advent Calendar December 16

Masterpost

Oh God. Did he have to explain it like he was Oliver Twist who had just been dropped at the orphanage?

Ellen raised an eyebrow, but apparently Bobby was somewhat impressed by his honesty. Or – no – ready to be impressed by it, if there was some truth to it, that was. “Families can be complicated, son” he replied, glancing at Dean, obviously trying to figure out whether or not he was feeling some kind of kinship with Cas because of their supposed difficult childhoods. He suddenly realized he had no idea how Cas had even grown up, or if there was something like growing up when you were a water wraith. Maybe you just popped into existence one day like Venus on the freaking shell. Oh God, and now he was thinking of Cas… like that when he was having dinner with Bobby and Ellen…

Okay okay, just get through this. Only a little while longer…

Of course the conversation led to the only thing it could lead to, because this was these two they were talking about, which meant that Cas had to pass the Are you good enough for Dean quiz. The one thing dean could say for him in that situation was that no omen had passed that one before.

Naturally, they eventually asked Cas what he had been working as or what he had been doing before falling on her times, and since he looked about the same age as Dean, he could hardly claim that he was studying or something –

“I was a – I used to be a – lifeguard”.

That was what he got for allowing him to watch an episode or two of Baywatch.

Then again, he was really good with water, wasn’t he.

“And let me guess, the supply outweighed the demand?” Bobby asked and of course Cas decided that he meant it earnestly.

“As a matter of fact, I was found lacking in my dedication to the family business. I – I was interested in the world beyond that.”

And now he sounded like an escaped cult member. Great.

“The world –“ Bobby repeated but apparently Ellen had come to a very different conclusion because she kicked him under the table, something Cas way thankfully oblivious too because Dean didn’t really want to have to explain that one.

“So your family is… rather religious, I take it” she said very slowly so that her husband could catch on.

“We – yes, we have always considered us a family of faith” he said so artlessly that it made Dean both want to punch and kiss him, which was rather confusing indeed.

“I see” Ellen said neutrally – very neutrally – and yes, that was it, he thought, he would be at the receiving end of a lecture very soon because Why Couldn’t He Just Find A Nice Person Like Sam And Settle Down With Someone Who actually Deserved Him or something stupid like that.

“But it has been much more fulfilling to spend time with Dean and see the world through his eyes.”

Oh. My. God.

”So Dean has been showing you around, hm” Bobby said as if he didn’t already know because hey, apparently he could not set a foot outside in this place without someone calling these two to make sure everything was fine.

“Yes. This is a very nice town. I like the lights.”

Dean was starting to think that Cas was so into Christmas decorations because he did not have this kind of thing in the river but once more it was so artlessly said that he couldn’t help but feel his heart pick up a beat.

Bobby cleared his throat and he realized it must be showing on his face, so he quickly looked own on his plate.

Not that it mattered, the damage was already done. If – no, when – they got Cas back into the river, he would have to pretend to be broken-hearted for a bit… the worst part being that he suspected there would be no difficulty in pretending even though they had only known each other for a very short while.

It was afterwards when Cas was getting both his trench coat and Dean’s jacket, having told him to stay seated, earning some more approval points form Ellen that Bobby said, “Boy, you got it bad.”

He decided he might as well tell the truth about one thing and said, “A little bit, yeah”.

“Well – have to say though – he seems to be just as smitten. So that’s good enough for me.” he had never heard those words from Bobby before when he had introduced anyone to them.

And the worst part was that he thought he was blushing yet again.

There was nothing to do it but to drive home for now.

They had not been back for long when a well-known knock on his door rang out.

“Well, Squirrel” Crowley said, “A bit complicated, but I figured it out. Time to send that fish back to the water.”