#everyone deserves happy holiday fluff if you ask me

[alexiabae]

SIDELINES; alexia putellas x fem!reader

Summary: spain won the world cup. but she didn't care about it, she cares about the happiness that it brings to someone else.

Warnings: fluff. insecurities, brief mention of what happened last year with the Spanish federation. I wrote it a few weeks ago and I'm not sure if I want to update it. So before I regret and delete it, I give it an opportunity. Hope you like it, x.

Note: English is not my first language.

It's over.

The referee whistles the final, indicating that Spain proclaimed the winner of the World Cup.

Y/N stopped running, her breathing accelerated by the intense 90+ minutes played. She put her hands on her waist, looking briefly at the stands where people started to celebrate their victory.

"¡HEMOS GANADO!" Jenni shouted happily while she wrapped her arms around Y/N's waist and lifted her, making the girl squeal a little.

"Put me down!" Y/N demand immediately, moving her legs on air.

Jenni laughed, putting her down again and kissing her head a few times. "We won kiddo." The brunette whispered, before she let her and went to another part.

Y/N rolled her eyes by her antics and soon her gaze found her England teammate devastated and walk towards the player, wrapping her arms around her waist from behind and leaning her head on her back.

"I'm really sorry..." Y/N muttered, hugging the woman more.

Lucy let out a watery laugh, looking briefly at the girl behind her. "I know... But it's football, you all deserve it." She said between tears, bringing her right hand to Y/N's head, caressing affectionately. "Why don't you go and celebrate with your team?" She asked, knowing internally why because the girl confessed to her a few months ago.

Y/N let out a tired sight. She looks to where most of her teammates are, and her eyes watered, shaking her head. "I regret it, Lucia." She admitted in a low voice, using Lucy's full name.

In another moment, Lucy would scold her for using her full name, but she knew that right now wasn't the moment. Then, she turned around and wrapped her arms around her neck, hiding both of them on the hug.

Lucy wants to say something comforting, but she can't. She said it in the past though. So the British separated a little from the hug and grabbed Y/N's face between her hands, she kissed her forehead.

"Go." Her teammate whispered, signaling with her head the side where Y/N's teammates are. When saw that she didn't move, Lucy pushed her softly. "Go, we will see soon. Celebrate and enjoy your holidays, I will text you and call you." She promised before walking to some of her teammates, knowing that Y/N doesn't walk to go over there.

Y/N looks again to where they are and she sees the beautiful sight that brings her in the first place. She started walking slowly towards there, consoling briefly some of the other team, she took a mental note to go to talk to Keira.

Irene was the first to notice her and run to hug her, lifting her from the floor. Why does everyone do that? Thought Y/N.

"Where were you? ¡SOMOS CAMPEONAS DEL MUNDO, Y/N!" Irene, like every teammate, shouts happily. She started spinning, making Y/N once again squeal.

"I was with Lucy. Please, put me down!" Y/N explained, begging her to hear her and put her down.

At the mention of their common friend, Irene put her down. For Y/N's relieved. She raised her gaze towards Lucy would be. Y/N saw how Irene has red eyes for crying. Happy tears.

"Shit, I'm going to search for her." Irene let her know, kissing the side of her head while putting a hand on her head, before she let go.

Y/N briefly sees Irene walk to the other side of the pitch, doing what Y/N did on the walk toward there, until her gaze moves again to the group next to her and sees the guilty, smiling, her cheeks stained from the tears. The Barça player bit her bottom lip, biting the involuntary smile that wanted to escape.

Then, the other noticed her. The woman made a gesture with her head, asking why she is standing on the spot while they are jumping and chanting. Or that was supposed Y/N she asked with a simple move of head.

"Come here, idiota." Alexia called, stretching her right arm towards her, moving her fingers in the air, still smiling.

Y/N couldn't resist anymore to be near her and accepting the hand that the other offered, intertwining it a few seconds. It saddened Y/N when the Catalan left her hand, but Alexia made her change the opinion when wrapped her right arm around her waist, a firm grip on her hip.

She was over the moon. She doesn't care what was the reason if Alexia could do that frequently. Y/N would do it if it was the award. She knew that it was another moment to remember the many times Alexia hugged her while Y/N lay on her bed while the sleepiness came to her. She would write it in a diary, but her mind was the replacement, she can vividly feel it.

Alexia turned her head towards Y/N, their head very close. "I'm proud of you." She said loudly, trying to be heard from the loud noise that their teammates are doing.

"I'm proud of you too." Y/N doesn't bother to raise her voice, if the brunette doesn't hear her, she reads her lips.

Alexia's dimples show up, showing more of her teeth for the reciprocal compliment. Y/N feels how the grip tightens briefly on her hip.

"That dribble was scandalous." Alexia inevitably said, leaning briefly on Y/N's ear to be heard.

Y/N shakes her head, smiling. "Can you please stop for a moment thinking football and enjoy?" She asked rhetorically, chuckling. She reposed her left arm on Alexia's shoulder, giving a soft pat.

"Sorry, you know how I am." The brunette apologized, shrugging.

It takes Y/N for surprise what Alexia made after. She knew that the Catalan is someone affectionate with people she cares about, but she always has the power to surprise her.

Alexia leaned again and kissed her cheek. It would be a few seconds, like one or two. But it remained for more seconds that it was obligatory for only two friends. Even she made a little pressure before she separated, starting to chant again.

But Y/N just looks at her distracted, not caring if someone sees her. She is enjoying Alexia, that's all that matters to her in that moment.

•••

After taking as many photos as possible with the trophy. They walked to the changing room, where the real party started.

Y/N doesn't mind it and goes to the showers. She felt strange, she remembered the last time she won a trophy, just two months ago and it didn't feel the same manner. Y/N celebrates it until the next day, not bothering to do the necessary personal things immediately, she just lives the moment. But right now... It's different and she knew it.

She knows that she didn't would accept it in the first place. But then, a person interfered with it. Explaining the reasons to why they all, need her on the team. And Y/N accepted. She was very conflicted, nights where she spent it crying with a lump on her throat.

"Stop thinking, I can hear you from here." Ona muttered on the other shower.

Y/N turned to look at her and saw how a reassuring smile played on her lips. "Why are you here and not celebrating?" She was confused, noticing Ona's wet hair.

The young Catalan leaned her arms on the wall and put her chin there. "I can ask you the same." She hummed, chuckling when Y/N threw her some drops of water with her fingers.

Ona watched her carefully while the other continued to shower. She knew that something happened to her, because from the start, Y/N was acting distant, light conversation and always on her mind.

"Something to say? Since you are looking too much." Y/N teased her, letting out a playful smirk.

"Why are you acting holding yourself?" Ona directly asked. She saw how Y/N froze on the spot, not waiting for that question.

Y/N's eyes watered, not caring anymore hold her tears in front of some teammates. Her demeanour changed, something that Ona noted immediately.

"Hey... Sorry. I shouldn't ask you..." Ona interrupted herself, grabbing her towel and after wrapping it on her body, she got out and went towards Y/N, grabbing the tower for the girl.

She wrapped it around Y/N's body and turned off the shower. "Let's go." Ona muttered, bringing the girl outside and sitting her on a bench. Soft sobs starting to escape from Y/N's mouth. The Catalan frowned, feeling a little guilty for probably being a hard topic for her. Even if she didn't really know what the problem was. She decided to put on the clean clothes that she brought before.

"Look at me." Ona whispered once she had her clothes on. She bent down and removed Y/N's hands from her own face, wiping with her thumbs the many tears rolling for her red cheeks. "I'm here, Y/N. If you don't want to talk about it right now, I understand. But please, you are holding it for many time that it is consuming you." The brunette whispered, passing an arm around her neck and leaning towards herself to hug her, while with her free hand caressing her back.

Y/N thought that Ona was right and for once, she decided to share her fears. After she relaxed a little and the hiccups remained from sobbing.

"I shouldn't come back to the national team." Y/N muttered, her head still on the crook of her neck, feeling a little brave since she can't see Ona's face.

Ona frowned and still caressing her back, she asked. "Why?"

"Because from the start, I wasn't coming... But-." Y/N stopped abruptly, fearing if she said too much, her secret would be out. But she trusted Ona.

"But?" Ona pressed softly, putting her chin on her head.

"Alexia talked to me." She finally let her breath out, the one she was holding.

"She talked to me too. I don't understand." Ona said confused.

Y/N let out a sigh. "I accepted even knowing that everything would be the same as before." She explained.

Ona's frown disappears slowly conforming she thought about it. "If I don't understand bad this time... The reason you are here is Alexia." She said it carefully, noticing how Y/N confirmed it with her head. A low sight escaped from Ona's mouth. "Since when?"

Y/N swallow. "I lost count." She whispered.

The Catalan felt shocked by this answer. She was waiting for a clear number. Not for her friend confessing to her that practically she is in love with Alexia from all the time they met.

The young defender separated herself a little and with both hands, she grabbed her face, looking directly to her eyes. "You will do everything for her, didn't you?" Ona guessed quickly, understanding now.

Y/N bit her bottom lip, nodding. "And for the first time I regret it. I failed my friends, Ona. It hurts." She started to cry again.

The other girl feels her pain. It's like if Y/N could pass her from her body and show her how she is feeling. And it is sad and scary.

"They understand, Y/N. They will not hate you." Ona tried to reason with her.

"Even though I don't deserve being here... There are a lot of better players than me. It's stupid." Y/N rants out, letting her walls down and showing how truly she feels.

"Don't say that!" Ona scolded her, looking at Y/N seriously. "You deserve it. You are one of the best players we have. Damn, you came from winning a Champions League. And you played every minute of this tournament, something I don't agree with because you aren't a robot." She made her point, a little mad with Y/N for saying that, better say, for believing that she isn't a good player. She knew that it was her insecurities talking for her, but she can't contain her madness. "You deserve it. Just like them." She says it this time in a sweet and caring voice, kissing her cheek repeatedly.

"Y/N! You are losi-," Alexia came to the shower room. The gold medal is still around her neck, a happy face adorned by a big smile that turned soon in a half open mouth and in her eyebrows installed a confused frown. She cleared her throat after recomposing a little. "Sorry to interrupt guys..." She awkwardly said, forcing a smile. Then, the woman tried to go but Ona called her.

When someone else entered the room, Ona separated from Y/N and put herself quickly in front of her to cover her. Clearly she knew that Alexia caught them in a compromised position, but a wrong one.

"Ale! Wait." She looked briefly at Y/N, who was wiping her cheeks fast and with her eyes begged at her friend to let it go. Ona sighed, a little conflicted but wanting the best for her friend. Maybe she didn't have to know everything, just the part she is struggling with right now. So, the Catalan raised her head to look at a serious and confused Alexia and spoke. "Y/N is bad. She needs you." She whispered, looking guilty at the floor.

After hearing these words came out from Ona's mouth, Alexia instantly worried. She decided to continue the way that she decided before to leave and closed the door, walking decisively towards the pair, stopping in front of Ona.

"I don't want to overstep because I know you. But I'm staying here until you're ready." Ale murmured, worry installed on her voice. She looks at Ona, their eyes meeting. With a simple gesture of her head asked her, but the answer was shrugging.

Y/N sniffled and stood up. She knew that Alexia would stay here until she knew everything. So she decided to put on the clothes, go to an empty shower and put it on quickly, matching Ona's wet hair down and after wiping some dry tears from her cheeks, she went outside, meeting the begging ones from the freckled girl. Y/N can't look at Alexia, it's like the brunette intimidated her right now. She can feel her eyes on her, watching every move she makes.

"I hate this..." Y/N muttered, letting aside her towel and sitting on a bench, putting both hands on her knees, a tired sigh escaping from her mouth. "I shouldn't pay you attention and stay with my decision. I spent two months with anxiety, sleepless nights, crying without anyone knowing and fighting the urge to call the girls to ask for their forgiveness." She explained in a low voice. I hate the act of whatever you say, I would do it..." She trailed off, more tears rolling for her cheeks, this time not caring.

Alexia was speechless, noticing how much in pain her friend is and she didn't notice. It hurt her. Her watery eyes wandered towards Y/N, seeing her small form on the bench. She was hugging her knees, hiding her head there. It broke Alexia's inside. Maybe her heart, or her soul. Or something else that she doesn't describe.

"I'm going outside." Ona whispered at her, biting her bottom lip and passing her arm for her eyes, grabbing her things and kissing Y/N's head before she went out.

The midfielder walked slowly towards the bench and sat down next to her, wrapping her left arm around her shoulders and pushing her softly toward herself, leaning her head on hers. Inevitably it was the first thing she did, because Y/N in pain or sad Alexia needed to fix it. It's a sentiment that she always did from their early friendship that remains until today. Alexia could fight the world only for Y/N giving her a tiny smile.

"You could say no. I would never be angry with you." Alexia whispered, looking at the white cold floor. "If I insist much it is because I wanted to play my last world cup with someone important to me." She confessed in a small voice.

Y/N sniffled, raising her head to look at her, making Alexia separated to meet her red eyes. "It's not your last world cup." She muttered in a hoarse voice.

The childish voice made Alexia paint a lipped smile. "Maybe." She opted to say. She leaned her head aside and brought her fingers to Y/N's face to put away a strand of hair. "Lo siento." She let down the first tears roll for her cheeks. It's weird that Alexia cried in public, it needed to be something really big to make her cry.

"Don't cry, please." Y/N begged, a pout on her face.

Muffled music was heard in the background, alongside many of them singing.

Alexia sniffled and shook her head smiling, looking at her. "I'm sorry for be blinded all this time..." She murmured, grabbing with both hands Y/N's ones, not intertwining, just holding it while she caress her palms. "But I'm here for you. I will always be for you." She whispers, passing her tongue for her bottom lip.

"Ale...?" Y/N calls her. Maybe this wasn't the right moment, but she has something to say right now. Even if the other rejects her. When Alexia looks at her expectantly, squeezing her hands to let her know that Y/N has all her attention, she takes a breath and speaks. "I feel things that I shouldn't have felt for you. When I look at you, whether you are paying me attention or not, I'm calm and nervous at the same time. I did things for you even if I don't wanted to do it, I'm not talking about this case, but from other occasions. I found myself remembering every little detail you have with me every night. I have been selfish to me and I shut up because you seem happy. I can't describe all I feel for you. But I'm in love with you, Alexia." Y/N finished to say.

For Alexia, there isn't a best description of it. Maybe it was a little messy, but it's real. She was taken by surprise, she can't deny that. Right now in her eyes, if Y/N pays the right attention, she could see the pure love on them.

"Sorry to be a distraction to this amazing moment. Maybe I needed to say it on another occasion..." Y/N whispered, standing up.

Alexia frowned, grabbing her wrist, standing up too. "Kiss me." She just simply said, firm.

Y/N opened her mouth, taken aback for what she said. The Catalan gave the few steps that separated from her, letting out her wrist to wrap both hands on her hips. "Don't make me repeat it."

It's when Y/N put both hands on her cheeks, looking at her mouth wishful but afraid if it is a joke or a product of her imagination. She leaned slowly, closing her eyes. Alexia leaned down, she was a little taller than Y/N, and met her lips.

A soft whimper escapes from Y/N's mouth, not believing that she is kissing Alexia. Her hands made pressure on Alexia's cheeks, bringing more towards her while she put herself on tiptoe. It's a chaste kiss, meeting the mould of their lips.

When they separated, Alexia opened her eyes and saw how Y/N was still with hers closed. A loving smile painted on her face, inevitably brushing her nose with hers and not letting time to the other to react, she captures her lips with hers, biting softly her lower lip.

Soon, their tongues met, deepening the kiss. Alexia tightened her grip on her waist, pressing her more into hers.

The foreheads are pressed against each other after they need to breathe again, silly smiles on their faces.

"Why do we stay here and keep kissing? I don't mind celebrating." Alexia whispered in Y/N's mouth.

Y/N intertwined her hands on her back of the neck. "I love that idea. But unfortunately, if they notice that we are missed, soon they will all start research for us."

"Right." The Catalan sarcastically said, rolling her eyes, already annoyed with her teammates. Y/N chuckled, adoring her reaction. She couldn't resist it and kissed her, making Alexia humming gladly.

They kissed a little more until they decided to come back with the team. Y/N watched with a loving smile how Alexia walked to the door, not believing anything what happened for a few minutes. Then, the midfielder turned around to look at her. "Are you coming?" A raised eyebrow accompanied the question with a knowing smirk.

Y/N grabbed her things and walked towards the door too, stopping to her side. "Thank you." She said sincerely and put herself on tiptoe, kissing her cheek for a few seconds.

"For?" Alexia whispered, seeing her separating from her. Y/N shrugged and gave her a lipped smile, walking out.

This time it was Alexia who watched how Y/N let her things on her bench and walked towards Ona and Tere.

"ALEXIA! Come here!" A happy Misa calls her with a beer on her right hand and another on her left, stretching it towards the brunette.

Alexia walked towards her, an involuntary smile on her face.

She won twice that day. And maybe she won every day that Y/N permitted her to pass by her side.

[vacayisland]

Id be so happy if u could write some Branch x reader!! I love when he acts apathetic or like he doesn’t care but in the end will always end up helping the people he cares for. And has a weakness for the one he loves. Secretly insecure but loves looking for ways to impress them.

I dont have anything in particular to ask for, just would love to see some more branch x reader content!

@!; Bakin' with Love! Branch / Baker! Reader

"Summary"! In which Branch met Poppy's baker friend at the grand opening of their bakery and has a self realizing moment. "Tags!" Fluff :( I love Branch so much, he deserves so much better.

@!; "Oh come on Branch!" Branch was, reluctantly, following Poppy across Troll Village; Well, in fact, he was being more tugged along than anything, as Poppy was basically trying to sprint while Branch did his best to keep up, despite being unamused at the lack of explanation he has received. It was, usually, never a good thing when Poppy was dragging him off to some unknown direction. Branch has learnt that from experience, "Poppy! Where are we even going?" And that seemed to get Poppy to stop, digging her feet into the ground as she spun around to look at Branch. Which set him off, coiling away a little as he took in the shocked, jaw-dropping, exaggerated look Poppy held. Did he forget a holiday, an anniversary, a birthday? Branch didn't know, nor did he know of anything special happening on this specific day. There wasn't anything in his colander, which spans the next few years. He hasn't heard anything by mouth of other Trolls, which were always excited to word vomit about anything that might be happening the next day. So Branch only shrugged when Poppy asked, waving her arms around to emphasis her question, "Branch! Do you not know what today it?"

Which seemed to make Poppy ever so more shocked, which was slightly amusing. Though Branch also knew in the next 5 seconds Poppy was going to explode and basically word vomit what was happening to him; in an over-the-top way that he had to learn how to listen to. More like how to break down and make sense of, because sometimes Poppy made no sense when she just pukes words. "Branch!! Troll village is finally getting a Bakery and one of my very, very good friends is opening it! It's the same person who usually makes the cupcakes or cakes or baked good for any of the parties we have thrown recently. They're an amazing baker and it's always been their dream to open a bakery! I cannot believe you haven't heard about this, it's all everyone has been talking about." And there Poppy went, right on time, waving her arms and yelling with the most excited tone in her voice. "A bakery?" Though that wasn't the answer Branch had expected, and he couldn't help but cross his arms and cock an eyebrow up at Poppy. "You're dragging me across the village for a bakery?" "Not just ANY bakery Branch! This is the a bakery by the best baker in the village!" Branch snickered a little at Poppy's excitement, the way she bounced on his toes. He rolled his eyes, knowing and expecting, Poppy to grab his wrist again so they could b-line it for the bakery. "And she's opening today and we cannot miss getting her double fudge, triple chocolate, licorice cupcakes! Oh, oh! Oh her glitter ball cupcakes or- OR ANYTHING!" And Branch, again, was right as Poppy grabbed his wrist and began to rush over to the other side of the village; dragging Branch over to a little half-stand and pod-like building on the ground. There was already a crowd formed around the entrance and inside, with other Trolls sitting around and eating baked goods they had gotten. Branch watched the trolls and their desserts, noticing a wide arrange of different pastries. Some on the more simple side and others more complex, such as cupcakes, brownies, cakes, bread, croissants, and even chocolate souffle. Now that made Branch do a double take, not having expected such a high-skilled dessert coming out from a bakery that just opened. "AH! Branch, this is so exciting!" Poppy was basically jumping up and down on her toes, grinning from ear to ear. And she wasn't the only one who shared the excitement. As Viva, who seemed to come out of no where, popped up besides Poppy with the widest grin. Branch had to coil back a bit, scrunching his nose, as Viva squealed along side Poppy, "I KNOW RIGHT!" "Hey, this is different!" Floyd, with Clay in tow, walked over to Branch, Viva, and Poppy; seeming to have been following Viva before she rushed off to her sister. "It's a bakery," Branch couldn't help but shrug as the line moved forward. "So many trolls can bake, or poop out baked goods. I don't really see the fuss about it." "Well, one it's actually the first bakery we have in the village-" Floyd would start, hoping he could get his brother to understand the excitement a little better. Yet Floyd was cut off by Clay, though he didn't mind much, "And I've heard that their baking is like, THE best in all of Pop Troll village! Viva came back with a dozen of their cookies one time, I had to physically restrain myself from eating them all!" "Oh, great." Clay tilted his head at Branch's sarcasm. "You know anything anyone eats here is sweets, right? I mean it can't be that healthy." The group would reach the front of the line as Branch crossed his arms and shook his head, wondering why the village would need another output to feed such an addiction. Yet, he was only met with a hand on his shoulder from Floyd as Clay rushed forward to order alongside Poppy and Viva.

"Just be happy for everyone else, yeah?" And Branch softened a little, seeing Floyd's small smile and sincere eyes. His hard stance broke as Branch relaxed his shoulders for a moment before he shrugged softly and nodded in agreement. "Alright, yeah, okay." Branch mumbled, receiving a pat on the shoulder from Floyd and a slightly bigger smile before he turned to go order. Branch decided to hang back for a bit before he followed, standing next to Floyd as he watched Poppy and Viva basically drool over the confections behind the display case. They chattered and debated which sweets they should get, and whether or not they should just buy one of everything; which Clay was trying to disagree to, claiming it was a waste of money, yet it was obvious he also couldn't choose what to get. Floyd was the first to notice when Branch walked around behind everyone to stand behind Poppy and Viva to look into the display stand. He noticed there was some steam that rose from products, which he guessed where more fresh than others; though he could also deduct that they were all baked between yesterday and today seeing as the scent of everything was so fresh. "I think, for the most bang for your buck, you should get some of the cookies that are slowly crumbling or the ones under steam." Branch pointed out from behind the sister, which caused them to pause and glance over at him. Both confused yet intrigued at his answer. Poppy placed her hands on her hips, giving Branch a challenging look, "Branch! I didn't know you knew sweets!" Branch only shrugged, "Well, the ones still steaming are likely the freshest, and the ones slowly crumbling have a desirable texture of a soft cookie. They're stiff enough on the outside to hold their shape but soft on the inside where they're slowly breaking, a nice balance." "And here I thought you were a crunchy cookie type of man." Viva added, pointing up and down at Branch. Yet they couldn't speak for long, as the back door of the bakery, which separated the kitchen from the front floor, swung open and a Troll carrying a cooling rack of sweets rushed in. They apologized for the wait, not taking a moment to look up, before they opened the display case and slid in the hot batch of cookies. When they finally looked up to greet everyone with a, "Hello! Welcome to Pop's Cookies, my name is (Y/N), how may I help you?" They stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Poppy and Viva, in which the three would share an excited squeal. "Oh my god Poppy! Viva! Hello you two." You exclaimed from behind the counter, moving around the display case and towards the register. Poppy and Viva would follow, "What are you doing here?! I thought I told you two that you didn't have to come!" "Did you really think we wouldn't come to support you?" Poppy quipped as Branch noticed the gleam in your eye. For some reason it made him pause and stare, so much so he didn't realize his brothers coming to stand near him. Floyd softly spoke to Clay about getting a strawberry shortcake brownie slice as Clay tried pitching that he was going to get an almond-cherry explosion cookie. Though they both knew that Clay would much prefer a cherry-lime cheesecake, yet was trying to keep up his 'professional' attituded. "Oh! (Y/N), have you meet Branch?" Poppy's voice pulled Branch out from his thoughts, causing him to blink and shake his head a little. That's when he noticed all eyes being on him. Well this was awkward... and he had to save it. "Hey!" Branch waved his hand once, giving you the only type of smile he could muster on such a short notice. In which, he could tell was a little odd and off, seeing as Poppy and Viva started at him a overly questioning look. While you, you stared at him with a quizzical look; Tilting your head to the side, as you stared at him like you were trying to read the very structure of his being. It was off putting how he felt like you could see right through him and at the same time see him. Branch glanced at Poppy for some sort of help, but she gave him a nervous smile and waved him off.

Branch tried to gulp back his nerves, wondering if he was being tested on his reaction or if you were simply judging him for not being as excited as everyone else about your bakery. It's not like he didn't support it or anything, he just wasn't the overly outward excited type and he hoped someone would explain that. And Branch saw Floyd glance over, seeming ready to say something or hopefully stand up for him. Yet he didn't seem to have to after a big grin grew on your face, "Say, Branch, you look like a soft double chocolate chip cookie with a fudge center type of guy to me! Would you like one? "Oh- uh- sure!" Branch answered with a small smile, somehow feeling rather relaxed despite his earlier anxieties. Though he did notice the shocked look from the others, you didn't seem shocked or disturbed he had agreed. In fact you seemed proud, for whatever reason, as you quickly grabbed a bag, fluffed it open, grabbed a wax paper and opened the case. You mulled over which cookie to select for a moment before taking the one you deemed as 'perfect' and began to bag it. "Braanch!" This is when Poppy spoke up, "You like double chocolate with a fudge center? How come you never told me!" And to that, Branch only shrugged his shoulders once more, "You never asked, Poppy." Branch explained as he walked over to the counter and accepted the bagged cookie. Later, when everyone had ordered and they decided to take a seat inside, Branch took out his cookie and couldn't help but look at it for a moment. Everyone around him was laughing and talking, eating their sweets at the same time, and he couldn't help but feel oddly seen. And by a complete Troll never the less. Usually people assumed he would like hard cookies, or the boring almond and nuts. Usually people assumed a lot about him because he was so different, and despite your slightly unsettling stare you had correctly guessed one of his favorite cookies. One he didn't even realize you had baked every time Poppy brought a dozen over to his bunker. So then that brought up another question in Branch. Did you just correctly guess his favorite cookie or did you remember it from the countless times Poppy (most likely) told you. Either way, why and how? That's probably what confused Branch the most. It's what made him turn around in his seat and look at you, watching as you served another costumer. A chipper smile on your face and an excited gleam in your eye. You weren't doing that guessing game or glare to anyone else. . . was he somehow special? Nah, probably not. But it did make him think as he took a bite into the cookie you had given him. Maybe he should come back tomorrow and talk to you about it. Yeah talk to you about the incident and for nothing else. Just clear up the air and all. Yeah... and maybe get another cookie.

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[buckets-and-trees]

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts

Fandom: MCU Collection: Cedar Trees Characters/Pairings: King!Steve x Queen!Reader Word Count: 1.3k Summary: After a week of festivities celebrating the high winter holidays, you are traveling with your husband to the summer palace to retreat for a week just the two of you, to spend the Yule Week together.

Content Warnings: royal AU, some modest agoraphilia, vaginal fingering, cum eating, fluff because these two are over the moon for each other

Logistical Notes: This is the reveal for the other kink I teased in this ask @stargazingfangirl18... EVERYONE IGNORE THAT IT'S ONLY STILL NEW YEAR'S EVE IN LIKE HAWAII AT THIS POINT, OKAY? It still counts.

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You smile as Steve’s knees gently jostle against yours which are covered in your skirts and a warm blanket. The royal carriage was not quite built for his long legs, at least not like this. It wasn’t any problem when you sat together on the same side, but he’d insisted on sitting across from you. You had teased him that he would fall asleep on your journey, and he had maintained that he would not, but that sitting with his back to the front of the carriage would ensure that he wouldn’t fall asleep.

And yet he sat across from you, slightly slumped over, legs relaxed, very much sleeping.

It’s why you’d snuck a book inside your fur muff and only snuck it out when he’d finally succumbed to his exhaustion.

And so you were more than happy to see him resting. It’s mid-morning on New Year’s Eve, and you could hardly believe you were here. When he came to you a few weeks before with his proposed plan, you were a little surprised but incredibly pleased when he told you he wanted to retreat with you to the summer palace for a week for the new year. He worked sunup to sundown, tirelessly fulfilling his duties as the devoted king to his people that he was. They loved him for it, and so did you.

Although the royal carriage was well built and very sturdy, it was still a testament to how tired he was that he could sleep as it rolled along over the roads in the countryside, but ultimately a particularly rough patch of road jostles you both, and he jerks awake.

“Good morning again, my sleepy king.”

He frowns, but there’s only warmth in his blue eyes. “How long did you let me sleep when I did not wish to, my queen?”

You glance at your book and shrug a shoulder at him. “You know I do not mind; you deserve your rest.”

He takes a look at his pocket watch and complains, “An hour robbed of your company.”

You laugh, reach across for his hand, and tug on his arm to pull him over to sit next to you. “We get to have each other for an entire week,” you say, your easy smile splitting into an eager grin.

“And I look forward to every minute.” He presses his forehead against yours as he settles in next to you.

“You’re cold, my lord,” you fuss, and quickly lift the wool blanket to cover his lap as well.

He chuckles as you shift a little and place your fur muff between the two of you, grab his hands, and stuff them inside with yours. “I’m not that cold.”

You tsk at him, “There’s no need for you to be cold at all.”

“I suppose you are right,” he concedes. He leans in again and captures your lips in a kiss. “Not when I have you,” he murmurs against your lips. You melt into him, your lips part, and he teases his tongue inside.

You become lost in his kiss until he starts shifting, and his hand moves under the blanket, and you gasp he rucks up your skirt and petticoats until he can move his hand beneath the swaths of fabric to brush up your thigh and right to your center.

“Steve!” you protest in a dazed but shocked whisper. You press your thighs together. “We can’t!”

You can’t help but think of the coachman and the footman riding on the front of the carriage, and the six guards riding along behind.

“Oh, I believe you’ll find we can do all manner of things in here, my love,” he insists. With his hand still between your clenched thighs, he reclaims your lips and squeezes the tender flesh of your leg, easing you open again as he kisses you with such fervent passion you can’t help but surrender to him.

You whimper as his fingers slid along your folds, and you know he finds you’re growing wet for him already.

His other hand comes up to cup your cheek. “Keep your pretty sounds soft, my love, only for me.”

“Steve,” you whine.

He noses along your neck, but you know exactly the wicked grin he must have across his face.

“An hour of wasted time, neglecting my queen, I must make it up to you.”

You bite your lip when he inserts the first finger into your warm hole, and you clutch his arm – not wanting him to stop now but because you need to hold onto him. He pushes it slowly in and out of you a few times before adding a second finger. You cant your hips forward to give him a better angle. Steve keeps the slow pace, working up your wetness on his fingers.

“I want you dripping for me,” he whispers in your ear.

“Oh, God,” the soft plea tumbles out, and you drop your head back.

Steve presses hot kisses to your neck, but only briefly as it’s too much pleasure for you to keep quiet, and he chuckles as he quickly angles your head back to him with his free hand so he can smother your moans with his mouth. He curls his fingers up to find the spot you both love for him to stroke on the front of your walls, and he knows exactly when he’s found it as your body arches for him. He rubs there insistently, expertly, and your body starts to tighten the strings pulling toward your climax.

He doesn’t rush it, pushing you until you’re mewling into his mouth between demanding, hungry kisses. Then he presses his thumb to your pulsing clit, giving it ample pressure, circling, until the pleasure driving at the dual points knocks you over the edge into bliss, and you convulse against him, breaking away from his kiss so you can breathe.

Steve takes the pressure off your clit, but slowly keeps stroking your cunt as it clenches around his fingers, bringing you gently down through your climax.

“So beautiful, my love,” he speaks softly against your temple, pressing a kiss there.

You laugh softly, feeling the giddiness and satisfaction of the act the two of you just engaged in whilst traveling through the forest in your carriage. You know Steve was mindful of keeping what you were doing quiet enough to stay private, but the thought that you might have been overheard had been its own forbidden thrill.

You turn your body more toward him. “Steve, that was…” you let the words linger, and smile up at him.

“It was,” he says. He brings his fingers up to his lips and licks them thoroughly clean. You can only watch him, concentrating on taking deep, steady breaths.

You begin to reach for his waistline, but he grabs your hands in both of his. “Oh, no. I’m not confident we can keep any sounds I would make to a discreet level for anything you might have in mind.”

You laugh and feel your neck and cheeks heat in a mixture of desire and shock and a touch of flustering.

“Here,” he says, angling his body more toward you, then scoops up both your legs in the heap of skirt and petticoats, and pulls them over his lap. You help him by scooting closer, and he drapes one arm around your back. “Let me kiss my lovely wife a bit more, and we can talk a while before we get to the palace.”

“Sounds perfect, husband.”

He presses a tender kiss to your lips now, and you place a hand on his chest over his heart, looking forward to the week ahead, only the two of you, no engagements or responsibilities, only time together, and you could not be more happy and content.

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My little love

It's Christmas!!!!!!!!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 7.2K

Warnings: FLUFF CITY BABY!!!!!!! Little bit of tears but they're happy ones.

A/N: Finally our sweet Angel and Sweet Boy get to celebrate their first Christmas. I was so excited to write this and just give our favorite Barnes duo the love and happiness they deserve. I hope you all like it and happy holidays!!! Also see end of bottom of the post for some explanations on certain gifts....

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It was your favorite time of year and you couldn’t wait to share it with Charlotte and Henry. The year had its ups and most definitely its downs. It was definitely time for some holiday cheer. You wanted to make sure that everything was just perfect because it was also Lottie and Henry’s first Christmas. Although the kids were excited they still weren’t sure what they were celebrating. Lottie heard the word present and she was on board with the holiday immediately. 

The first thing you needed to do was go shopping for decorations and a tree. You and Bucky took the kids to a tree farm first to pick one out. 

“This one, mama?” Lottie pointed at a tree that was not much taller than her. 

“I think that one is too little, Sweet Angel. We need one as tall as daddy and Steebie.” 

“Is so big.” 

You chuckle as you slowly walk around the trees. “It is big but we have a big living room.” 

“T-wee goes inside?” She looks up at you with huge curious eyes. 

“Yes, and we get to make it pretty with decorations and the presents go under the tree.” 

“I get pwesents?” 

“Of course you will. So will bubba and daddy.”

“An mama and Steebie?” She asks. 

“Yes. Everyone gets presents.” You crouch so that you’re eye level with her. “The best part is getting to buy presents for everyone. Are you gonna get bubba, daddy and Steebie presents?” 

Her eyes light up at the thought of getting her favorite people presents. Charlotte was a gift giver at heart.

“Yes, can buy pwesents.” 

“Then we can have a mommy and Lottie date.” 

“Yay.” Lottie bounces in place and giggles.

“Hey Sugar.”

“Yes?” 

Bucky’s head pops out of one of the rows and smiles in your direction. “Henry found one.” 

Lottie gasps and she runs towards Bucky, who catches her and lifts her up in the air. She laughs and wraps her arms around his neck when Bucky settles her on his hip. You catch up and take his hand so that he can lead you to the tree Henry has found. 

****

“Are you lost honey?” A worker asks Henry. 

“No ma’am, my daddy just went to call my mama to show her the tree I found.” 

“Well it’s a very lovely tree. I’m sure she’ll love it. Are you excited for Christmas?” She gets down to his level and smiles. 

“Yeah, it’s mine and my sister’s first Christmas and mama says we can bake and decorate cookies.”

“Well your first Christmas is the most special. I’m sure you’ll love it.” She says before looking up at you and Bucky. Her eyes go wide when she recognizes both of you.

“Thank you.” You tell her before turning to Henry. “Ok bubs, where is the tree?”

“It’s this one.” He points over his shoulder with his thumb. 

You take a step back and look at it, giving a little hum. 

“Mama is a big t-wee.”

“It is.” You nod as you do a little walk around it. Henry anxiously awaits for the verdict. “I think it’s perfect.” You smile at him. 

“We’ll take this one.” Bucky tells the worker. “Do you deliver?” 

“Yes sir. Where would you like the delivery to be?”

“The Avengers’ tower.” 

She gapes at Bucky before quickly nodding and tagging the tree as sold. “And if you don’t mind me asking, what are the kids' names?”

You and Bucky look at each other, a bit reluctant to answer. 

“We make ornaments with names on them and seeing as it’s their first Christmas I thought they should have one each.” 

“Henry and Charlotte.” 

“Ok. You can meet me in the front in a few minutes. There’s also a hot chocolate bar by the entrance if you’d like to wait there.” She says and makes a quick exit.

****

The four of you sit at a picnic table drinking some hot chocolate and waiting for the worker that helped you. 

“Careful Doll, it’s really hot.” Bucky says as he sets Lottie’s cup on the table.

“Is kay, I wike it.”

“Just blow on the hot chocolate a little bit. We don’t want you to burn your tongue.”

“Kay.” She says before pursing her lips and blowing on her drink. 

Bucky takes a seat across from you, smiling as you enjoy this small moment of family time. Since finding Charlotte all you and Bucky wanted was to be able to go out together and show her, and then Henry, all the good things the world had to offer. Henry and Lottie talk amongst themselves and giggle as they watch people trying to move trees around. Soon enough the worker that had helped you stops by your table.

“Here you go.” She holds out three clear boxes that hold one ornament in each. “Everything is set for delivery.”

One had Henry’s first Christmas and the other had Charlotte’s first Christmas. The third was a surprise, it had The Barnes family’s first Christmas.

“Merry Christmas.” She says and waves at the kids before stepping away again. 

You smile as you look at the ornament and then hand it over to Bucky so that he can see it as well. 

“It’s perfect.” He murmurs before looking up at you. “We should go.” 

You nod and you all finish your drink. 

****

“Wow.” Henry says under his breath as he takes in all of the colorful Christmas lights and decorations everywhere. It’s like he was in a trance. You had to grab his hand to avoid him bumping into people and things. 

“Careful bubs. Alright, now we have to do the second most important thing.”

“What mama?” Lottie looks up at you before she turns to look around the store.

“We have to pick out everything we need to decorate.” 

“Can help?” 

“Of course you can sweet Angel.” 

“Uppies dada?” Lottie stretched her arms out and did grabby hands. It was unusual for her to get tired so quickly but it had already been a busy and exciting morning. 

“Big uppies, Doll.”

Bucky grabs her and settles her on his shoulders so that she can see everything. Lottie’s eyes go wide as she looks over the crowd. 

“Alright, let's get some decorations. First stop is the Christmas lights.”

****

There were boxes upon boxes of Christmas lights and bows and ornaments. It was starting to feel like a lot but at the same time not enough. The kids decided they wanted every color for the decorations and you wouldn’t deny them that. You even picked out a small fake tree that could go in their room. As the four of you walked through another aisle Lottie stopped in her tracks and gasped before rushing to a shelf and grabbing a box. 

“Wook it. Is a goat!” She shrieked. “Can habe it? Pwease.” She clutched the box to her chest and looked up at you and Bucky.

“Of course you can, Doll. But…” Bucky had moved toward the same shelf. “Goats need friends so let’s take another one ok?”

Charlotte was practically vibrating with excitement as she held onto her inflatable Christmas goat. Henry just giggled as she babbled about how cute it was. 

“Alright. I think we have everything we need. Charlotte, can you put the goat in the cart please?” You say as you look over everything you’ve grabbed. 

“Mama, is my goat.” She whines at the thought of giving it up. 

“Sweet Angel, we just have to pay for it and then I’ll give it back. You can hold it in the car too.” 

Lottie pouts but holds up the box she’d been holding for the last half hour. 

“Thank you, baby.” 

Once everything was paid for and put away in the trunk of the car the four of you finally went home to rest.

The goat sat in Charlotte’s lap.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The tree is delivered bright and early. After breakfast you get to working on decorating. Of course Bucky, Henry and Lottie are very excited to help. Steve is even recruited to help by the kids. At the store the previous day you had bought them Santa hats and Charlotte and Henry ran around with them on. 

Christmas music played as Bucky put the lights on the trees and you organized the ornaments. With the help of the kids you decorate around the living room. The inflatable goats were placed outside by the door at Lottie’s insistence.

Once the lights were ready it was time to decorate the tree. Henry and Lottie were bouncing all over the place with excitement as they ran around the tree and hung ornaments anywhere they could reach. The three ornaments you had been given were neatly placed front and center. Seeing them there made you tear up a bit. Bucky kissed your temple as he admired them.

“It’s kind of insane isn’t it?” He murmurs. 

“After all we’ve been through? Yeah. But I’m glad I get to celebrate with you.” 

Bucky’s smile is soft, eyes full of adoration as he looks down at you. He gives you another quick kiss before stepping away. 

“Alright now the most important part of the tree-“

“The pwesents?” Lottie interrupts Bucky. Everyone chuckles at her excitement. 

“No. The most important part is the Star.” Bucky says as he grabs the star out of the box. “Who wants to put the star at the top?”

“Bubba do it.”

“Henry, wanna do the honors?” 

“Yeah.” Henry grabs the star and stares down at it with wonder. 

“Ok, let’s get you on my shoulders bubs.” Bucky nods at Steve who grabs Henry and has him stand on Bucky’s shoulders. 

Carefully, Bucky moves towards the tree and gives Henry time to place the star right at the top. You record the whole thing and cheer Henry on once the star is set in place.

“Doll, come do the honors and turn on the lights.” 

With Bucky’s help she plugs in the tree. 

“Wow.” Charlotte says under her breath. Her eyes are wide as she takes in the sight of the finished Christmas tree. 

You, Steve and Bucky stand in the middle of the living room and admire the completed room before some sniffles get your attention. When you look at the kids you find Lottie wiping away tears and Henry shifting between solid and translucent.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks as he looks between both kids. 

The question seems to be what breaks the floodgates. 

“Is so pwetty.” Lottie hiccups and runs to Bucky who catches her and holds her close. 

Henry quietly moves to your side and lets you pull him in for a hug. 

“What’s going on bub?”

“I love it, everything is so nice. I never wanna go with the bad guys again.”

“Oh my sweet boy. Daddy and I will never let that happen.” You squat down to be at his eye level.

“I know.” He hides his face on your shoulder as he hugs you. “I just want it to be like this all the time.” 

“We’ll see what we can do.” You smile up at Bucky and Steve. 

“Why don’t we watch a movie?”

“What moobie mama?” 

“A Christmas one of course.” 

~~~~~~~~

The whole team stood in a private section at Rockefeller center. It was the night for the tree lighting event. Tony had always been given an invitation but always declined. This year though everyone was there, including the kids. Your dad, Luke, Molly and Olivia were also there. 

“Make sure the kids keep these on.” Tony held his hand open to you, revealing three pins.

“What are they?”

“I made them for them. It’s to prevent the paparazzi from getting pictures of them.” Tony explains. “I thought it’d be good to give them a little more protection.”

“You’re amazing. Thank you Tony.” 

Tony shrugs but gives you a pleased grin before you turn and call the kids over. Each of them gets a pin placed on their coat. It gives you a little piece of mind that their faces won’t be out there just yet. 

As the show starts Bucky stands behind you, his arms wrap around your waist. Lottie, Henry and Olivia stand at the edge of the private section and dance along with the music. When it’s time to finally light the tree Charlotte is on Bucky’s shoulder. Olivia is sitting on Luke’s shoulder and Henry is standing by your side. You all watch as the tree lights up. Everyone cheers and talks amongst themselves. It’s perfect timing because it starts to snow lightly. 

“Hey kitten.” Ed says as he walks up from behind you. 

“Hey dad.” 

“I was thinking.”

“Uh-oh.” 

Ed raises an eyebrow in your direction. “Careful missy, I can still put you in time out.” 

Henry looks up between you and your dad and laughs. 

“Whatever you say old man. What were you thinking about?”

“The forecast says it’s going to be snowing soon up toward the cabin.” 

“Really?”  Your eyes light up. Now this is a family tradition you’d love to share with the kids. 

“Yup. I was thinking of leaving tomorrow morning and getting everything set up. This year has been really tough on all of us. Maybe it’d be good to spend some family time together. Get these kiddos used to some family traditions.” 

“That would be amazing. We can definitely be there.” 

“Good. I can’t wait.” 

“We should get going, it’s getting late.” You give him a quick hug. “We’ll see you up there.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was only a few days later when you showed up at the cabin. Snow had started to fall just as Bucky parked the car. With any luck there would be enough snow on the ground to let the kids play outside and maybe build a snowman or make snow angels. 

The door opens before you’ve even made it up the porch steps. 

“Gwandpa.” 

“Grandpa.” 

Both Charlotte and Henry exclaim as they rush to hug your father. 

“Hey there kiddos.” He hugs them both before looking up at you. “Hey kitten, Bucky. How was the drive up?” 

“It was good.” 

“Good, good. Let’s get you in here before the cold snaps your toes off.” 

Lottie screams at that and runs inside, exclaiming that she doesn’t want an owie on her toes. You all chuckle before Bucky tells you he’ll get the suitcases and that you should go in. 

“Finally.” Josh announces and he gets up from the couch to embrace you. 

Ever since the team found you and brought you back your family had been more present than ever. Sofia and Joshua, who lived in the city due to being in college, came around the tower the most. There seemed to be some sort of underlying guilt but mostly it felt like they were trying to make up for lost time. 

“Sibling hug.” Sofia announces as she hugs you from behind. 

The hug is finished by Luke who somehow managed to wrap his arms around both twins with you in the middle. You giggle like a little girl as they finally pull away. 

“Hey, Molly.” You greet your sister in law. 

“Hey, Y/N.” 

“Auntie So-So.” Lottie pulls on Sofia’s sweater. “Can make bwaid?” She runs her little chubby fingers through her much longer raven hair.

“Of course I can. How about I give you and Oli matching hairdos?” 

“Yeah.” Lottie jumps up and down and darts toward the room the kids will be staying in. 

Bucky walks in with all of the luggage under his arms. 

“Let me help you with that.” Luke offers and takes the kids' suitcases. “The kids will be in the same room as last time and you’ll be in Y/N’s old room.” 

You and Molly move to the couch as Bucky and Luke disappear further into the cabin. 

“So how is their first Christmas going?” Molly asks.

“It’s going great but I’m constantly fighting the urge to do more. I feel like it’s not enough but I also don’t want to overwhelm them.”

Molly hums in agreement. 

“I just want it to be special, you know.”

“I do but don’t worry about it too much. Those kids adore you and Bucky. Anything you do with them will make Christmas special.” 

“You’re right. We have a whole lifetime to fit in everything we can do during the holidays.”

Ed takes a seat on his recliner while Bucky and Luke take a seat next to you and Molly. 

“So what’s the plan for this weekend?” Bucky asks. 

“Lots of fun.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hold on, Doll. You too Olivia.” Bucky says as he settles a skate mate in front of each of them. 

Bucky held on to the front of the skate mate as he walked them through what they needed to do. Luke was behind them, making sure they wouldn’t get hurt but also encouraging them. You were further up in the rink with Henry. He was a quick learner and not afraid of falling. Soon enough he was gliding easily along the ice, holding your hand as you did a lap. 

“Did you skate a lot when you were my age, mama?” 

“Yup. Grandpa used to take me to this ice rink, just the two of us. We would skate for hours.” You smile down at him. 

“Do you know any tricks?” 

“I do and I’ll show you.”

You pick up a bit of speed and do a few tricks. It’s a bit easier doing them now with the serum. You call Henry over and show him your jumps and soon enough he’s doing them too. The music changes to something more upbeat and the lights flash and bounce to the rhythm. 

“May I have this dance?” Your dad stops right beside you, his hand stretched out for you to take.

You smile and let him lead you around the mostly empty rink. It was just like when you were little. Your laugh filled the space as Ed turned and dipped you. Soon enough Bucky was doing the same with Lottie and Luke with Olivia. You skated over to Henry and took his hands, leading him around the ice the same way your dad did. Everyone was partnered up and a  new tradition was born. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The morning after the ice rink was perfect. It had snowed all night long providing the perfect amount of snow to be able to play outside. Once the kids heard about the plans for the day, breakfast was a quick affair. Dressed in their warmest and waterproof clothes Henry, Lottie and Olivia head outside. 

You make sure to take videos and pictures of them playing in the snow. There’s laughing and yelling and everything a kid’s Christmas should be. 

“Auntie Y/N.” Olivia calls you shyly.

“Yes Oli?” 

“Can you help me make a snow Angel?” 

“Of course sweetheart. Let’s find a good flat spot.”  You take her hand and walk a little bit further from the main entrance and help her lay down. 

“Mama what you doing?” Lottie asks as she watches you.

“We are making snow angels. Wanna make one?” 

“Yeah.” She does her best to run but the snow is slowing her down. 

Henry soon joins too and you teach them how they should move their arms and legs. A few minutes later the  three snow angels are done and you take a picture of those too.

****

“Don’t let him see you ok?” You whisper into Henry’s ear. He’s giggling uncontrollably as you hand him a snowball. “Don’t let him hear you either.”

Henry nods and disappears. The only trace of him are the footprints in the snow but they’re surprisingly light. From your own hiding place you watch as Luke walks out of the cabin and stands on the porch. He had been the only one to stay inside while everyone played. The whole family was in their spots and waiting for just the right moment. 

“Molly?” Luke calls out after not seeing his wife. “Olivia?” 

“I feel bad.” Molly says. 

“Don’t. He planned plenty of these surprise attacks on all of us.” You murmur. 

You hear the snowball hit him, right in the face too. Henry reappears briefly and laughs before there are snowballs flying from all directions. Luke, Bucky, Josh and Henry take it very seriously and soon enough the four of them are in a proper snowball fight. Teams have been formed and snowballs are flying from one side of the yard to the other nonstop. 

You, Molly, Olivia and Lottie decide to make a snowman instead. It takes a bit of explaining from you and Molly so that the girl will understand that the snowman will not come to life like in the Frosty the snowman movie. They’re slightly disappointed until Ed and Sofia walk out with hot chocolate for everyone. 

You sit on the stairs with Bucky pulling you in closer. His eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed pink and his smile is beaming. He kisses your temple before taking a sip from his mug. 

“So what do you think so far?” You whisper.

“I couldn’t ask for anything better. Hopefully we can do this next year too.” 

You smile and nod before looking at everyone on the porch, grateful for this moment.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Bucky where are we going?” You ask as Bucky leads you down to the entrance.

“I told you Sugar, it’s a surprise.”

“What about the kids?” 

“Eddie, Sofia and Josh were taking them into town for some shopping and dinner.” He tells you as he grabs your coat and holds it out for you to wear. 

Bucky looked amazing in his dark blue sweater and jeans. His hair which was just below his ears was pulled into a small man bun. He had also picked out your own outfit since he didn’t tell you where he was taking you. Much like his own outfit you had on your warmest sweater and a pair of jeans. Bucky also made sure you had your gloves and a scarf. 

“Let’s go before it gets late.” Bucky opens the door and lets you go first.

The sight before you takes your breath away. Sitting on the front lawn of the family cabin was a beautiful red sleigh led by two black horses. 

“How did you do this?” 

“Luke helped me out. He’s on his own sleigh ride with Molly. Said it was tradition.” Bucky says as you both walk to the sleigh. “Do you like it?” 

“Bucky this is the best surprise.” You turn and smile at him before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. “Thank you. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Sugar.”

Bucky helps you up and you place the blanket that was waiting for you on yours and Bucky’s lap. He takes the reins and leads the horses down to who knows where. It didn’t matter where you went though as long as you got to spend some time with him. You snuggle up to him and enjoy the beautiful winter wonderland before you. The two of you talked about everything and nothing. You told each other of the things you wanted to do as a family and as a couple. It was wonderful to just be with Bucky.

Houses were all decorated and Bucky would slow down whenever you passed one in order to admire it. Soon enough you got closer to town. And just on the edge there were a few figures you recognized anywhere. Before the sleigh even came to a complete stop you turn to look at Bucky with nothing but love in your eyes for him. 

“You’re amazing, you know that. Tonight is just perfect.” 

“It’s going to get better, Sugar.” Bucky says as the sleigh comes to a complete stop.

“Hi mama.”

“Hi my babies. Hi dad.”

“Hey kitten. Having a nice time?” 

“The best. But apparently it’s supposed to get better.” 

“I’m sure it will but you’ll need these two troublemakers and this.” Eddie holds up a picnic basket for you to take. 

Then he helps the kids up on the sleigh. Once they’re settled with Lottie sitting in your lap and Henry between you and Bucky, Eddie sends you on your way. 

The night did end up getting much better. Bucky took you and the kids to a drive or ride through, Festival of Lights. While enjoying the light shows you sipped on hot chocolate and snacked on what had been packed. Henry and Lottie were ecstatic as they pointed out their favorite parts. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you looked over at Bucky. Both of you with loving looks in your eyes. 

This was the perfect way to end a small getaway with the family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mama, why are we taking a picture with someone we don’t know?” Henry asks as he looks at Santa Claus.

“Well it’s Santa Claus, you can tell him what you want as Christmas presents. Then you take a picture, it’s just to have it.” 

“But why would we ask him if you and daddy always get us presents?” 

You smile at that. 

“You don’t have to ask him for anything or take a picture with him if you don’t want to.” You look down at him before turning to check on Lottie and Bucky. “Do you know what you want to ask Santa for?” 

“Yup.” Lottie twists her hips from side to side to make her dress swish. “I wike my dwess mama.” 

“You look very pretty, sweet Angel.”

“Tank you, mama.” 

“Next.” One of Santa’s helpers calls out and you move toward Santa. You give them a piece of paper with the kids names on it.

“Alright Lottie, go ahead.” 

“I’ll go with her mama.” Henry says and takes Charlotte’s hand. 

“Merry Christmas, little ones. Charlotte and Henry, how are you doing today?” 

“Am good.” 

“Good.” 

“Now tell me what would you like for Christmas?” 

They both sit on the bench next to Santa and start listing things they’d love to get. A doll, a new video game, some candy. 

“An I want a huwa hoop.” 

“Oh a hula hoop can be quite fun.” 

“Where did she learn what a hula hoop is?” Bucky murmurs in your ear. 

“That chipmunk song she’s been listening to nonstop.” 

“Oh. I guess I tuned it out after the third time.” You both chuckle.

“An I want-“ Lottie starts talking but then she looks from Santa to you and back, a smile that means mischief on her face. She kneels next to Santa and cups her hand around her mouth to whisper. “A baby sissy.” 

Santa immediately blushes and laughs. 

“Sometimes it takes a while but maybe mom and dad can help with that request, little one.” Santa looks up at you and Bucky and winks.  “How about we take a picture now?” 

“Kay.” 

Santa’s helper sets the kids up and the picture gets taken. Then each kid gets a candy cane and they walk back to you.

“Let’s get you guys changed and then we can go shopping.” 

****

You walked through a department store. Bucky had taken Henry and you were with Charlotte. Although you had already bought the gifts you were meant to give, Lottie also wanted to pick something out for her family.  

She stood in front of a clothes rack, one hand on her hip and the fingers of the other tapping on her chin. 

“Mama, that one.” She pointed at a short black slip dress with a slit to one side. 

You pull the dress off the rack and hold it up for her and she nods happily. Her cart was already full of things for everyone. It was cute how excited she was to go shopping. 

You met up with Bucky, he then left with Lottie and you took Henry. He knew exactly what he wanted to get Bucky. You were in the men’s section and Henry just walked around until he found exactly what he wanted for his dad. 

With all the gifts purchased you meet up with Bucky and head back home. 

~~~~~~~~~

“I have the icing and gumdrops here.” Steve says as everyone sets down all of the ingredients to make gingerbread houses. 

“Alright, let’s start building.” 

“Steebie help me?” Lottie looks up at Steve from her seat. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” 

Clint and Sam get easily distracted by throwing candy at each other to see who can catch more. Tony starts making a gingerbread Ironman suit. Nat and Wanda are helping Henry make something that resembles more of a mansion. 

“What are you making Sugar?” 

“Don’t know, maybe we can make the cabin.” 

“We can give it to your dad as his Christmas gift.” Bucky chuckles.

“He’d love it and then eat it.” 

“It doesn’t sound appetizing.”

“He won’t care.” You look at him and smile. “Now come on and help me put the roof together.” 

There was laughter and lightness amongst the team. Jokes and teasing happened around you. Henry was having the time of his life with his aunties. Lottie looked at Steve like he hung the moon and the stars as he guided her on where to put more decorations. She giggled when Tony leaned in and ate the candy she had been holding. Bucky had to pull the candy bowls from Sam and Clint since they kept tossing them at each other. It was all you could have ever wanted for the kids first Christmas. 

~~~~~~~~~

Music blasted from the speaker in the kitchen. The oven was preheating. There were ingredients everywhere. Everyone’s apron was covered in flour, you could even find flour in Lottie’s hair. It was great. 

“Make sure you keep even pressure.” You stand behind Henry and help him roll out the sugar cookie dough. “If not, the cookies won’t bake evenly.”

Henry was completely focused on his task. He’d double check everything before going on to the next step. 

“Ok now we get to use the cookie cutters.” 

“Can help mama.” 

“Yes you can, come over to this side.” You step back and place a stepladder in front of the counter.

Lottie gets up and looks up at you waiting for instructions. You grab a few of the cookie cutters and show her.

“Which one do you want to use, sweet Angel?” 

“Um-“ she looks them all over before choosing a snowman cutter. “This one mama.”

“Good choice. How about you sweet boy?” 

Henry goes with a stocking cutter. 

“Alright now you just have to press it down on the dough like this.” You show them what they need to do. “Then you pick it back up and do the same thing a few times. You can even change cookie cutters if you want.” 

There’s a little bell that goes off letting you know that the batch of cookies in the oven should be done. 

“I’ll get those.” Bucky says as he walks around the kitchen island and heads for the oven.

“Don’t eat any of them daddy.”

“Yeah, no habe cookies.” 

Bucky scoffs. “I haven’t had a single cookie.” 

“Yes you have. I’ve seen you.” Henry laughs when he turns to see Bucky with a cookie halfway to his mouth. “You see, I caught you again.” 

“Dada. No habe cookie.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky says before taking a bite out of the cookie in his hand.

You chuckle and shake your head. 

Recipe after recipe you end up making a nice mixture of cookies. From sugar cookies and chocolate chips to snickerdoodle and crinkle cookies. There was enough to feed the building. 

“Don’t forget to leave some for Santa.”  Henry reminds you as you box some up for the team. 

“Don’t worry, those right there are for Santa.” You point to some cookies that have been separated. 

“Good, I wouldn’t want daddy to eat them all.” 

“Hey!” Bucky pouts. “It’s not my fault you’re so good at cooking and baking. The cookies are too good.”

“Yeah, bubba. Cookies are so yummy.” 

“See it’s not only me.” 

Both you and Henry look over just in time to see Charlotte stuff another snickerdoodle cookie in her mouth. Her cheeks puff out as she tries to chew and she sends a thumbs up Henry’s way. You laugh and finish packing the last bit of cookies. 

~~~~~~~~~

Christmas Eve you spent in your apartment. The four of you watched some movies and listened to more Christmas music. The kids had been determined in wrapping the presents themselves. At the end of it there was wasted tape and wrapping paper and gifts that were poorly wrapped. But they were so excited and proud of doing it themselves and placing them under the Christmas tree.   

****

“Please daddy. We have to match.” 

“I’m not wearing that.” 

“Pwease dada.” Lottie pouted and looked up at Bucky with her big doe eyes.

You held up his pair of matching pajamas seeing as you and the kids were already changed into them. It really wouldn’t have been a problem for Bucky except the pajamas in question were white with little ornaments, presents and characters from The Grinch movie. 

“Please.” You add as you hold out the pajamas the kids had chosen. “Don't be a Grinch.”

“Yeah dada, no be a Gwinch.”

Bucky groans but fails to hold back his smile as he takes the offending clothes and heads into the room to change. You Lottie and Henry celebrate while waiting for him. The kids cheer when Bucky walks back out in his pajamas and Lottie hugs his legs and waits to be picked up. The night is spent playing some board games and watching movies. When bedtime rolls around you and Bucky read Twas the night before Christmas to the kids. They fall asleep quickly and happily. 

****

“Wake up sweet boy.” You rub Henry’s back. “C’mon sweet boy open those pretty eyes for me.” 

“Mama? What’s going on?” 

“You have to come see.” You whisper. 

Lottie was already a pouting mess in Bucky’s arm but the four of you crept your way out from the bedroom down the hallway and stopped short of the living room. 

“Be quiet but take a look.” You whisper to the kids with a smile. By now curiosity had driven away Lottie’s sleepiness. 

Bucky sets Lottie down and takes out his phone to record as she tipped toed toward the entrance of the living room with Henry right behind her. There’s a light gasp from both kids. There in the living room illuminated by the soft glow of Christmas lights was Santa placing gifts under the tree.

“Mama is Santa.” Lottie whispers. 

“I know sweet Angel.” 

“Can we say hi?” 

“Do you think he’ll like my cookies?” Henry looks from Santa to you.

“You tell me.” 

You nod toward the living room and Henry turns back just in time to watch Santa take a bite. He hums in approval, even giving his signature Ho Ho Ho laugh, before drinks some milk. Henry is ecstatic. 

“Let’s go back to bed now before he sees us.” Bucky says as he puts his phone away and the kids run back. 

They were way too excited to sleep now but it was worth it. As Bucky keeps them distracted you stay by the living room waiting for Santa. 

“How excited were they?” 

“So excited, I’ll send you the video.” You look up at Santa and smile. “Thanks for helping with this dad.” 

“You got it, kitten.”

You hug your dad and walk him to the door. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, kitten.”

“Goodnight dad.” 

You close the door and head back to the kids room and hear them talking about Santa and how they were so excited to open presents. 

~~~~~~~

Christmas morning comes with two little balls of energy. One currently pulling on Bucky’s hand and the other straddling your waist.

“Mama no seeping. It’s Chwistmas, habe pwesents.” Lottie says in your ear rather loudly. 

“I’m awake, sweet Angel but you have to get off of me.” 

“Kay.” She says as she scrambles off of you and the bed. 

“Move faster.” Henry insists from the door. 

They were both practically vibrating in their spots. You turn to look at Bucky who had a sleepy but adoring smile on his face. Henry takes Lottie’s hand and they start running to the living room. 

“We should go before their heads explode.” 

****

Both kids sat by the tree. All the presents you’d finish placing under the tree after they had gone to sleep overflowed. Lottie and Henry pointed at the gifts with special wrapping paper and wondered if those were the gifts from Santa.

“Ok, should we have breakfast first?” You tease knowing the kids wanted to get to the presents.

“No mama. Want pwesents.”

“Please.” Henry looked up with pleading eyes. 

You looked back at Bucky who had a camera set up on a tripod and ready to record. 

“Ok I guess we can open gifts now then.” 

The kids cheer and you all sit down. Gifts are given and wrapping paper is ripped into. Henry and Lottie smile and gasp and cheer as they open each gift. Lego sets and video games, baby dolls and hula hoops. Art supplies and baking items. It was everything they’d wanted. Tears of joy gather in both yours and Bucky’s eyes as you watch the kids get to experience something as wonderful as Christmas. 

“Mama is fo’ you.” Lottie holds out a wrapped gift. 

“Did you buy this for me sweet Angel?”

“Yeah.” She says bashfully.

You open the gift to find a teddy bear, a dress and some of your favorite candy. 

“I love it sweet Angel. Thank you.” 

“So mama no have bad dweams.” She holds up the stuffie.

“Oh baby. You are so sweet.” You hug her tightly and kiss the top of her head. 

“Mama I got you this.” 

You grab the gift from him which was pretty big as well. When you open it you find another bear and a knitted blanket in your favorite color. You smile at him and hug the blanket and stuffie to your chest.

“I think baby and I had the same idea, mama.” 

“It’s ok my sweet boy. I love everything.” You hug him. 

“Fo’ dada.” 

“Thank you doll.”  Bucky unwraps his gifts. One is a very nice watch and the other is a pair of very stylish sunglasses. “These are amazing, doll. I love everything.” He gives her a hug and a kiss.

“Here, open mine now.” 

Bucky opens the gift which is a very nice leather jacket. 

“It’s perfect. How did you know I needed a new one?” 

Henry just shrugs but he has a small proud smile on his face. 

Next you and Bucky exchange what you got for each other. A beautiful bracelet and earring set for you and an expensive bottle of scotch, a cologne you knew he’d love and a rare first edition copy of the Hobbit. 

Even Alpine got treats, toys and at Lottie’s insistence some bows and a cute collar.

“We should have breakfast and meet in the common room to exchange gifts with everyone else.” You said. 

“That sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”

~~~~~~

The whole team and family members gathered in the shared living room after breakfast. Almost everyone was still in pajamas and Sam made sure to tease Bucky about his Grinch pajamas. 

“Alright, alright.” Eddie quieted everyone down. “I think it’s time for presents.” 

Everyone exchanged presents before opening them. Tony gave all the guys, and kids a customized lightsaber, which he had been working on. To everyone else he gave an expensive perfume made specifically for them. Sam gave Lottie and Henry bikes and all of the necessary protections. Bruce gave the kids science kits and even promised to do some experiments with them. Wanda and Nat replaced some of the kid’s favorite things including Lottie’s make up kit and accessories and Henry’s cookbook and toys. 

In turn Henry and Lottie gave everyone their gifts. From mugs to a tool kit for Tony, which he didn’t need but appreciated anyway. Wanda got some sweaters and earrings while Nat got the black dress Lottie picked out and a bracelet. 

Steve was last and you knew he had worked hard on whatever it was that was going to give them. He gave Henry and Lottie their gift bags and he waited anxiously for them to open it. There were two books in each bag. Lottie’s eyes immediately lit up and then watered. 

“Steebie I lobe it.” She murmurs as she looks at the sequel to the Lottie Adventure book Steve had drawn up for her. As well as a copy of the first book, that he had gifted her for her birthday and which was lost when hydra had attacked the compound. 

Her eyes fill with tears as she hugs Steve as a thank you.

“Oh sweetheart you don’t have to cry.”

“Is my fabowite.” 

“I’m glad you like it.” 

Henry opened his gift to find his own Henry’s Adventure book. He rushes to Steve and hugs him as well and thanks him.  

“You’re welcome bubs.” Steve smiles as both Charlotte and Henry cling to him. 

You hold out the gifts that the kids chose for him so that they could give him their gifts. Lottie chose a record player with various records. Henry had opted for a new personalized leather bound sketchbook along with pencils and charcoals. 

The kids played amongst themselves and so did the adults. It was good to be together and be able to share in the laughter and love. 

~~~~~

When the day came to an end and Lottie and Henry were tired and on the verge of sleep, you and Bucky tucked them in. They were mumbling about how much fun they’d had but Charlotte had one complaint.

“Am mad at Santa, mama.” She murmured in her semi sleepy state. 

“Why is that my sweet Angel?” You pushed some hair out of her face and felt Bucky move to kneel beside you. 

“Asked Santa fo’ a baby sissy an no find baby sissy unduh the twee.” 

There was a little pout on her lips as she blinked owlishly at you. 

“Well we can write Santa a letter tomorrow to complain ok?” 

“Kay.” 

“I love you sweet Angel.”

“I love you Doll.” 

“I lobe you mama an dada and bubba.” 

“I love you too baby.” You heard Henry say sleepily from the top bunk. 

With the kids asleep you and Bucky sat in the living room with a glass of wine. You were tucked into his side and you enjoyed the comfortable silence between you two. 

“I’m tired.” Bucky mumbles. “How was this the longest yet shortest month ever?” 

You chuckle and nod in agreement. “It was amazing wasn’t it?” 

“Yeah. I want to see those smiles the rest of my life.” 

“Me too.” 

Bucky turns to look at you. A soft adoring look in his eyes. Then he leans in and kisses you softly. He rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re the best gift I could have ever asked for.” He mutters. 

You smile and kiss him again. 

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

Bucky huffs a laugh before you kiss him again. This time leaving him breathless. Neither of you could wait to do this again, to celebrate Christmas again or any other holiday for that matter. Because at the end of the day the best gift you could have was each other and the kids. The laughter and the love. The ups and downs this life threw at you. 

And considering you had been thrown many downs it was nice to end the year in an up with the people you cared about the most. 

Extra notes: So although it's not stated in the main series. For Charlotte's Birthday Steve gifted her with her own book, with Lottie being the main character (as she should be). He did the illustrations and worked with a local children's book author to create a story for her. This was based on an ask that I received and I thought that it would be something Steve would keep adding to. So for Christmas he replaced the one she lost (book 1) and gave her the sequel. He did the same for Henry.

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Diabolik Lovers - Christmas with the Sakamakis, Mukamis and Tsukinamis - 1.Door

warning : fluff, no use of Y/n , comfort, kiss

The calendar

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Sakamaki :

Chaos filled the house of the six half-brothers as their new bride, human though she was, began to decorate the house. At first everyone had ignored it, Shu had tried to sleep through it, Reiji had given her a warning look, Ayato even held out a bowl of takoyaki dough to her and would even have been willing to share it with her.

But even this didn't seem to dissuade her Kanato's candy attack, which he hoped would stop the noise, went wrong and he had to take a small Christmas star out of Teddy's hand. Laitos at least tried to get to her in his own way, but the more often he appeared with a Christmas coat, the more often she covered her body with tinsel.

Subaru also tried to get away - the last thing he wanted was to celebrate. But her partner would not be dissuaded. Over the last few months, she had done everything the vampires had asked her to do, some more brashly and brashly than others. She had improved her schoolwork as Reiji had asked, left Shu alone, made Ayato's takoyaki and played with Kanato.

She had even gotten involved with Laito's attempts and tended to Subaru's roses. ,,I'm going to celebrate Christmas, it's an important holiday... for me," she had announced at dinner, seeing the confused and unhappy looks on the brothers' faces.

But Christmas was approaching and the last time the immortal vampires had even begun to celebrate it, they had been children. They remembered their parents, but just as they remembered their father, this actually wonderful time with the humans was something the vampires hated.

But as the first snowflakes fell and the days went by on the calendar, she saw the six of them less and less. There were moments, and had already been several, when she appreciated each and every one of them.

Be it just a look, a smile or a brief touch. Even when she sank her fangs into her bride's body, there were gentle moments and permissive questions. But now she hadn't seen the boys since it snowed.

They seemed to have retreated into the shadows and whenever she came back from the town where she had bought new things, the villa was empty. "Christmas alone I'm happy" she thought with a sigh as she carried the sweet cake in her bag.

She knew that Kanato actually liked to eat it and yet once again no one seemed to be there when she walked through the big gate. Preparing herself to sit alone in front of a plate of chicken on Christmas Eve, she opened the door and closed it behind her.

But something was different. ,,Vanilla?" she murmured and looked around, surprised to see that lambs were hanging from the railings where she couldn't reach them, mistletoe was hanging from door frames and doorways and someone had baked cookies.

Venturing further, she placed the cake on the table in the living room. Suddenly felt a presence behind her and turned around. ,,You made this?" she asked in disbelief but full of joy and saw the six of them nodding.

Some had Christmas hats on while others had little badges in the shape of snowmen or reindeer. ,,Our blood deserves only the best".

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Mukami :

Christmas was familiar to the four former humans. They all knew Christmas as the day of the year when love and joy in the family was most important. The community and being together was what mattered. The Mukamis, although not officially a family, had a bond that held them together and always would.

Together through the cruelty as humans that had been done to them, they had endured every day. But Christmas was the one day when all they remembered was the cold. How they could barely move their limbs.

Their clothes were so short that they feared their toes and fingers would freeze off in the morning. They associated Christmas with nothing but pain. In contrast to their Eva, the young human woman associated Christmas with humanity, warmth and devotion to love and family.

The sweetness of cookies and cakes as well as the hearty meat and the candles that lit everything up. The big green Christmas tree in the living room and the baubles that were hung on it together.

,,Please, you seem to mean it well, but this is just a torment for us," Ruki said and looked up from his book. Azusa seemed to want to hide behind his bandages, Kou looked deeper into his magazine and Yuma ate lots of pieces of sugar. None of them wanted to know anything about it.

A fact that she initially accepted, knowing only fragments of the pain the four of them had suffered and had to suffer to become what they were today. But in the end she didn't give up, they had to overcome their memories and her Eva would help the four of them.

With a lot of persuasion and overcoming, she finally got the four of them into the kitchen for a little rehearsal. Try making cookies as a team," she suggested and they all saw nothing but love and devotion in her smile.

Kou, with his ability, also checked this out and nodded slightly. What almost ended in an argument at first was a laugh between the four of them by the end of the day. Azusa had managed to make his cookies look like black coal.

Ruki's cookies looked perfect on the outside only to crumble on the inside, Kou had used too much sugar and Yuma's cookies had a hard inside but seemed to crumble on the outside. ,,This...isn't...necessarily...Christmas," Azusa mumbled and she put a hand on his shoulder, giving him an encouraging look before touching the other's hands.

She saw the realization in the others' eyes that behind all the laughter was understanding that it didn't have to be painful. ,,It's Christmas now," she said and the others agreed. Instead, they did a Christmas thing together every other day until in the end it was truly a Christmas full of joy and love for all of them at the Mukami house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tsukinami :

The two brothers knew a lot, they actually knew everything there was to know. They knew the importance of their destiny and the destiny of their wife.

They had learned a lot about the world of vampires and the bloodline during the time she was with them. In return, the three of them had developed a relationship based on love, not hate.

A love that could withstand a lot, be it Shin's temperament and feelings or Carla's illness Endzeit. They had endured a lot until one day their love told them about a human holiday.

,,Christmas Eve is a day of family and joy, forgiveness and coming together," she tried to explain and saw that Shin was already yawning and Carla seemed to be thinking. She even doubted that the two of them knew anything about Christmas.

When it came to similarities, they were a lot more different. ,,A holiday then," Carla murmured and she could see behind his bright eyes that he seemed to be thinking while Shin was probably thinking about it in his head.

She had no idea what else they would find out about this special day. Without her realizing it, the two of them tried to find out more and more as the future wife of the two of them, she deserved to experience this day in a special way.

Leaving everything they could find about it in books, it was Carla who made plans, Shin who gathered things together while keeping their mutual love happy to keep her away from the surprise.

A fraternal fall until the snow fell, the temperature seemed to drop even in the other world, and everything went according to the law of nature.

She was called out of her room by the two of them and she was worried that it was something bad. She had seen less and less of Carla and Shin always seemed to want to dissuade her from doing something. Before she stepped into the great hall, she was met by warmth coming from the fires in the fireplaces.

The crown lit up and from somewhere she heard classical music that seemed to dance around her and through the room like a light dance. ,,Welcome to your Christmas," Carla greeted his beloved and gave her a kiss on the back of the hand while Shin hugged his love and gave her a kiss on the cheek. ,,Can we get started?" the redhead asked, grinning at her before they both took her hands gently and began to move around the hall to the beat of the music.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Happy first day of December

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Don't Go Slowly, Tell Me If You're Lonely (Series)

Chapter 6 (Final)

Gojo Satoru x Reader & (Past) Geto Suguru x Reader

Your relationship with Geto Suguru came to an end somewhere between the day of his betrayal and the day of his death. Your relationship with Gojo Satoru began somewhere in the midst of it all, even without you realizing.

WC: 5.6k

Content: Canon Divergence, Gojo x Female Reader (referred to as such but left descriptively vague), (past) Geto Suguru x Female Reader, Geto's canonical death, friends to lovers, angst, eventual happy ending, fluff, reader is a sorcerer (left vague tho), no use of y/n, vaginal sex (though not super explicit) so please avoid accordingly! More notes below.

Chapter Count: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3, Chp 4, Chp 5, Chp 6 (Final)

Notes: Snippets, milestones, and a happy ending for a character that deserves it.

Chapter 6: In This Sepulcher By the Sea, All That's Left is You and Me (There’s a Hand Being Held Out)

The twinkling of red and gold lights reflected onto the floor-to-ceiling windows of Satoru’s apartment and for how high it was in the sky, they certainly made it look like the stars could be on fire.

Or maybe that was the wine talking. 

A jazzy holiday carol played over speakers tucked into corners you had yet to find, and you hummed along with the tune as you picked up stray cups and leftover plates while Satoru offered goodbyes at the door to the last lingering guests. The hour was late, and after a whole evening dedicated to celebrating the holiday with a gathering of friends and students hosted by you and Satoru, you were more than ready to fall into bed and sleep the night away. 

The party had been intentional, an idea brought to life by both you and your boyfriend in an effort to move past the sting of grief on the anniversary of Suguru’s death (the second year now, and the first in your new relationship with Satoru). To your surprise, it worked. Drinks flowed easily between those old enough, and the students enjoyed their ability to indulge in nice food that they didn’t have to pay for—courtesy of Satoru’s credit card. Gifts were exchanged between one another, merriment was made, and everyone gagged accordingly everytime Satoru caught you under the mistletoe he kept moving strategically around his apartment. 

At the end of the night, when Kugasaki and Itadori were fast asleep in a pile on Megumi’s lap while Panda and Inumaki made sure to capture the scene with photos for posterity’s sake, Nanami and Shoko had cornered you and Satoru in the kitchen. You couldn’t have called it reminiscing, nor would you have said it was a wish for what could have been, but the four of you took a quiet moment to remember a friend as he once was before stowing away the thought for the next year. Afterwards, once the students had been roused and ushered out the door, Shoko and Nanami said their farewells. 

“I’m glad you found your happiness,” Shoko had said, and the fondness of her smile told you that she knew happiness for you came in the form of white hair and blue eyes. 

“You deserve peace,” Nanami had told Satoru while pressing a hand to his shoulder and offering a subtle grin in your direction. All three of you politely ignored the tears that gathered in Satoru’s eyes before he brushed them away. 

“Well,” Satoru called, wiping his hands against one another as he met you in the kitchen, “it’s just you and me now.” 

You met his eyes with a tired smile on your face as you remained elbow deep in his sink in order to wash the last remaining dishes before the two of you retired for the night. Satoru came up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and lay himself against your back. The weight of him was heavy, but the kisses he pressed into your shoulder were light and full of gratitude, so you let him stay. 

“I think everything went quite well, don’t you?” you asked. Satoru made a noise of affirmation and sighed happily into your neck. “But maybe cool it with the mistletoe next year.” 

He jerked back at that. “I’m not putting any out ever again.” His voice was petulant, and you shot him an amused look over your shoulder as you shook the soap from your hands and reached for a dish towel to dry them on. 

“You know Nanami never would have kissed me,” you assured him, “and vice versa.” Satoru still shook his head adamantly, and you giggled at him from where you had turned to lean back against the counter.

“No sense in leaving things to chance,” he said blithely. “Even if it was an accident and neither of you had realized where the two of you were standing.” 

“Well maybe don’t move it around so much that we all lose track of it, Satoru.” Your boyfriend rolled his eyes, clearly dismissing whatever insinuation you made that you and Nanami being caught unaware under mistletoe was his fault, but he scurried away nonetheless when you swatted him with the dish towel still in your hands. 

“Ready for bed?” Satoru asked once you had put away your makeshift weapon, and you nodded eagerly as you trotted after him to his bedroom. You each hurried through your nighttime routine, barely putting in the effort to do more than brush your teeth, and after slipping into an oversized t-shirt, you made a running leap for Satoru’s bed. You had just managed to huddle yourself under the blankets and curl your knees into your chest when you felt the edge of the bed beside you dip under Satoru’s weight. You peeked your head out and watched carefully as he held out his palm to you. 

“Spare me a moment?” 

You nodded and took his hand in yours so he could help you sit up against the pillows at the head of the bed. While you crossed your ankles over each other, Satoru stretched out one long leg to brace against the floor and then tucked the other under his thigh. He looked pensive, but not troubled, and you waited patiently for him to speak as his gaze unfocused on some point beyond you. 

“I felt like I could finally take a deep breath today,” Satoru said, and while the words came out halted, his tone was steady. “I didn’t spend every minute reminded that I had killed my best friend. It was there in the back of my mind, sure, but I didn’t feel the memory of it breathing down my neck…so thank you. You helped turn the day into something bearable, and gave me a hope for years coming that I won’t always view this date as the worst day of my life.” 

You felt pinpricks in the back of your eyes, and the breathy laugh that came out of you carried the faintest echoes of a sob. “Today was as much for you as it was me,” you told him, reaching out your hand to rub it over his knee and Satoru was quick to cover it with one of his. He was quiet, but nodded his head and you wondered what was occupying space in his mind that would render him close to mute when he was usually anything but. 

“I love you,” he said simply after a minute of silence. There was no consternation furrowing his brow, nor did his fingers drum against the back of your hand unbidden. His expression was light and unburdened while his voice sounded sure and unequivocal. You realized then that his declaration of love did not hinge on your reciprocation, and that his feelings for you would remain unchanged no matter what answer awaited him. The thought had you smiling and leaning into Satoru so you could press your lips against his because you were powerless to feel anything else for him but love in return. The fact that it came softly in the low light of his room made it feel as though your heart could float away.

Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. 

“I love you too.” 

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Springtime always seemed to bring with it a renewed sense of energy and a particular level of mischievousness that took over the minds of your shared students. If Megumi wasn’t taking his technique to the near extreme everytime an outcome presented itself that wouldn’t lend in his favor, then Itadori was around every corner eating something he shouldn’t, and Kugisaki was inevitably providing humorous—albeit unhelpful—commentary on everything in the background. In short, your students had you, Satoru, and Nanami running very close to ragged in your attempts to keep them alive and in proper training on a day to day basis. 

The three of you would routinely count down the minutes until the weekend would arrive and the students would unleash themselves on the unassuming public now that the weather was warming up. Once they went on their merry way for a day off campus, Nanami would flee to his own home, muttering something about a vacation on a beach far away, and you and Satoru would hole yourselves up in your room, unable to feel comfortable venturing far from the school when you knew of the student’s penchant for trouble. So while your room on campus may not have been as roomy, or comfortable, or luxurious as Satoru’s city apartment, it served its purpose well enough that neither of you minded. At least, that was true until its general lack of privacy would come into question on a lazy Saturday evening. 

You had discovered in your time together that lounging in bed with Satoru could only carry on innocently for so long before one of you was putting a hand or mouth somewhere decidedly not innocent. Fleeting touches turned heavy, clothes found their way to the floor, and your boyfriend had your ankles locked behind his back so quickly it made your head spin. Mindful of the fact that your room was still subject to the ears of occasional passerbyers, you muffled your moans into Satoru’s shoulder while he shoved a pillow in between your headboard and wall lest you make it very clear what was taking place. Besides the yelp that escaped you when Satoru bit down just slightly too hard on your neck or when he groaned your name a touch too loud as you clenched around him, any tell tale sign that the two of you were occupied with each other remained unnoticed and you whispered his name in anticipation of what was to come. 

That was, until, a stampede of footfalls could be heard down the hallway approaching your room, and suddenly the first years were banging on your door in a frenzy while shouting incomprehensibly over one another. Satoru’s look of pure bliss transformed into one of horror above you, and you slapped a hand over his mouth for no particular reason when Itadori shouted your name. 

“Have you seen Gojo-sensei?!” You gaped at Satoru, unsure of exactly what to do or say, and while it wasn’t your first choice, nothing except lying through your teeth presented itself as a viable option. 

“I, uh, have no idea!” you called, hoping the higher than normal pitch of your voice wasn’t as noticeable through the wall and door. “Is something wrong?” 

There was a beat of silence when all noise stopped before Itadori blurted out a very unconvincing “no.” You flailed your hands at Satoru in a panic before letting them land on his shoulders so you could shove him off of you, but he gave an insistent shake of his head. While you knew he wouldn’t consider doing anything inappropriate in front of your students, you had an inkling that he was determined to stay nestled inside of you in the desperate hope they would wander off to find him and let the two of you finish. 

“Well,” you said, swallowing nervously, “if you give me a couple minutes to get ready, I can, uh, help you find him?” You cringed at the way your words came out unsure and slightly guilty, but the students didn’t seem to care as they deliberated something in hushed voices. Satoru was still braced on his hands atop you, and the fool had the gall to let out a chortle at your misfortune.

“I’ll call him,” Megumi sighed, sounding very much put out as Itadori and Kugisaki continued to argue behind him. You didn’t think anything of it, as Satoru’s phone hadn’t been ringing the entire time from where it lay in the heap of clothes by your bed, and—

“I think I’m one of the contacts he has allowed to bypass his do not disturb setting.” Megumi’s tone was full of disappointment, and Satoru’s eyes bulged in a way that would have been comedic in any other circumstance. In an effort to get to his phone and turn it off, you untangled yourself from Satoru and lunged halfway off the bed to swipe for his pants, but alas, time was not on your side and his ringtone blared through your room, unable to go unnoticed by anyone in the vicinity. The outside chatter from the students immediately ceased, and you stared dejectedly at the floor before Satoru looped an arm around your ribs to lift you back up and into the bed. 

“We’ll just give you guys a couple minutes.” Kugisaki’s voice was smug and all knowing when the silence was broken a few moments later, and you slapped your hands over your eyes as white hot embarrassment swept through you. When the footsteps of the students finally faded down the hall, Satoru pulled your hands away from your face, and you were met with his slightly sheepish but thoroughly amused grin. You scowled at him in response and yanked your wrists from his grip so you could throw yourself out of the bed and begin dressing yourself. 

“I have to get an apartment now,” you muttered, eyes wide in disbelief as you stepped into your pants. “I can’t live here anymore, and I have to move out. I’m sure I can find something close to the school…” The strained laughter that left your lips was borderline maniacal, and the way Satoru was reclined back against your pillows (with a sheet draped precariously low on his hips) in a perfect display of nonchalance had your eye twitching. 

“If that’s what you want,” he sing-songed. There was something contemplative in his eyes however, but you were too pent up in anxiety and sexual frustration to bother with it, and you merely scooped up his shirt from the floor to pelt him in the face with it. 

“Just get dressed,” you hissed. 

Later, after hours were spent assisting the students in cleaning up a mess that, thankfully, hadn’t incurred significant property damage to the school or required Shoko’s healing abilities, you and Satoru made your way back to your room to recoup the energy lost from the day. If you ignored the way Kugisaki tittered and Megumi’s nose pinched up in barely veiled disgust while Itadori remained blissfully unaware, you would have sworn that they were grateful for your help. But really it mattered not, because from the tightness of Satoru’s jaw, you knew that the three of them were set for a grueling week of training once Monday came around. 

With little bandwidth left for anything other than falling into a deep sleep, you ignored Satoru’s pouting face and his clear wish to continue off where your time together earlier had abruptly ended, batting away his wandering hands as you changed into your pajamas and buried yourself under your blankets. After a couple minutes of huffing and puffing around your room while he readied himself for bed, Satoru eventually made his way next to you. He whispered something next to your ear about an errand he had to run in the morning, but you were already halfway asleep and fully unbothered. 

So, when you woke up and your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, you shrugged off any concern for Satoru’s whereabouts and went about your routine. You wouldn’t deny enjoying a morning to yourself without his nose in your neck or his chattering filling every ounce of silence that came upon you two, but as you sat against your pillows sipping on a hot drink and half-heartedly attention to the book in your hands, you started to miss him. When the next thirty minutes went by without a peep from your phone, you reached for it begrudgingly, ready to call him and demand he return. However, a knock at your door interrupted you, and you heard Satoru yelling your name from the other side of it. 

“Just close your eyes before you open the door!” he called. The enthusiasm in his voice this early in the morning had you questioning whether or not you really wanted to do as he said and entertain whatever shenanigans he had gotten himself into, but when your name left his mouth again, you supposed you didn’t really have a choice. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you drawled, casting your eyes up to the ceiling in a silent request for patience before making your way to the door. 

“Are you eyes closed?” Satoru asked just as you set your hand on the knob.

You snapped them shut. “They are now.” With a little push from his end once you had twisted the knob, the door opened and you shuffled backwards as Satoru made his way inside. He kicked it shut with his foot, and you heard him digging in his pants pocket before he came to a stop in front of you. You stood there unmoving, eyes still closed, and part of you was genuinely curious as to what he was possibly up to. 

“Okay! You can open them.” 

When you blinked against the brightness of your room, you found Satoru standing in front of you with both arms raised. He held an empty box in one hand and a small shiny key in the other. His blindfold laid loosely around his neck, and the wide grin on his face crinkled the corners of his eyes. 

“We’ll obviously need more boxes than just this one,” he said, his words slipping out with barely a breath between them, “and you don’t actually need a key to get into my apartment since there’s a keypad, but I think you get the symbolism behind it regardless.” Satoru pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and the way he squirmed in place ever so slightly while you observed him was endearing and boyish all at the same time. 

“You want me to move in with you?” The question came out hesitantly, but Satoru’s eyes softened when he saw the smile stretch slowly over your lips. 

“Well, you said last night you wanted to move out from here, and while I know my place isn’t exactly close to the school, the student’s have to learn to get around without us proctoring their entire existence, and so I thought now was as good of a time as any.” He finished with a bashful shrug, and you reached out to take the key from his open palm to twirl it between your fingers before curling it into your fist and pressing it against your chest. 

“I’d like that.” 

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Octobers were always one of your favorite times of the year. The last dredges of the summer heat were swept away by the stirrings of an autumnal breeze, and you waited impatiently for the fall foliage to blanket the hillsides in swaths of rich color. You spent every moment you could soaking in the crispness of the air, and Satoru would watch with obvious adoration everytime you trailed a bit slower in your walks around the school or on your weekend errands to glean just an extra minute or two outside. When he announced on a random Wednesday that the next day’s training was to be canceled in favor of a day out, you weren’t sure who was more excited about a day off—you or the students. 

With no intention to waste the day, you and Satoru woke up that morning and packed a thick down blanket, a bottomless bag of snacks, and a book or two for each of you. You raised a questioning brow at Satoru when he appeared from your shared closet wearing a jacket over this already thick sweater, but you quickly shrugged it off, recalling how he always complained about not running nearly as warm as you. When he declared himself ready, you grabbed him by the wrist to pull him out your front door so you could begin your trek out of the city. 

An hour’s commute later found the two of you at a scantily-populated park just a mile’s exit off the road. You had jogged ahead into the grass to find a secluded spot nestled at the mouth of a bunching of trees a stone’s throw away, barely heeding Satoru’s call for you to wait up for him as he lugged all your provisions in his arms. You gave him an apologetic grin and batting of your lashes once he caught up with you, but you knew he could in no way be cross with you over something so trivial and the soft kiss pressed to your forehead was evidence enough. 

Once the blanket had been settled over the grass and the first round of snacks had been picked clean, the two of you spread out, each with a book in hand. When you stretched back on one arm, Satoru laid his head in your lap. After some time, when your muscles started to ache, you rolled over onto your belly to cradle your book in front of you while Satoru rested his cheek in the small of your back. Halfway through your novel, you flopped onto your side and bunched up one corner of the blanket to prop up your head. Satoru must have tired of his own literary adventure at that point and instead chose to wiggle himself between your arms to tuck his nose against your chest and doze into the afternoon. Contented, you continued reading on. The occasional breeze rustled the branches above you, and every now and then a pair of birds would coo back and forth to each other. You could feel the warm puffs of Satoru’s breathing against your skin, and every once in a while the fingers he had slipped under your shirt would twitch lightly against your back before going still again. If he happened to mutter nonsense in his sleep or let out the infrequent snore, you made a mental note of it to tease him with at a later point. 

Eventually, your body would no longer tolerate lying on hard ground, and your stomach rumbled in a way that was becoming uncomfortable. Setting your book down, you gently shook Satoru awake and his eyes popped open as he let out a sleepy little grunt. 

“I’m hungry,” you told him, swiping a thumb against the pink-hued indention your collarbone must have left on his forehead, and he blinked up at you before sitting up rather quickly. 

“Was I asleep that long?” he asked, turning his head back and forth to scan the rest of the open park and then squint up at the sun that had just passed high noon. You chuckled at the perplexed look on his face, noticing how he seemed just the slightest bit jittery, and then pushed yourself to your feet so you could raise your hands far above your head to stretch out your body. 

“About two hours,” you said, glancing down at Satoru as your arms flopped back against your sides, and you relished in the languidness that now ran through your muscles. “Don’t worry about it though.” You shrugged and turned away from him to bend down and rummage through your bag of snacks for something to tide you over until you got back home. “You must have needed it.” Satoru didn’t say anything back, so you continued to pick through various bags of chips and granola bars that didn’t sound nearly as appetizing as you wanted. Once you had settled on an option for each of you, you turned back to Satoru only to let out a small gasp and drop the snacks from your hand at the sight of him down on one knee before you. 

His hand was held out, and nestled in a black leather box was a ring that gleamed in the sun. The sight he made was certainly unexpected in the moment, but it wasn’t as if you had envisioned anything else for the two of you, and the sheer emotion of it happening then had tears welling in your eyes. 

“I meant to do this earlier,” Satoru confessed. The apples of his cheeks pinkened and you suddenly understood why he had seemed so flustered moments ago. “I intended to take you on a walk or something of the sort, but I fell asleep, and I can’t let us leave here without accomplishing what I had intended.” A wet laugh tumbled from your lips, and you pressed your knuckles against them as Satoru gazed up at you with eyes wide in beseeching adoration. 

“Marry me, please,” he breathed, and the ring box trembled once in his hand. “I promise to never be too much for you, or to ask for more than you can give. All I need is a sliver of your attention. Just a small sign of your affection in my direction will do.”

As if you would ever offer him anything other than your complete and utter devotion. You were whole-heartedly prepared to spend the rest of your life pouring every ounce of it you could into him, an easy task when you knew that Satoru would return it ten-fold, ensuring mutual happiness. And what summation of words could thoroughly enough explain all that his question meant other than—,

“Yes.” 

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December 24

When you woke up, there was a chill in the air. It wasn’t something to be strictly blamed on the winter weather, and no amount of layered clothing or steaming water trapped in a marble shower would serve to chase it away. It drove you to your closet where you dressed for a walk. You slipped on your engagement ring because it was a part of you now. When you stepped through the opening of the hallway that presented you to the living area, you spotted Satoru leaning against your kitchen island already similarly dressed. He lifted his arm when you approached him, palm up and fingers outstretched, and it was an invitation, a beckoning, a tether to guide you to a place you only half-heartedly wanted to go. You took it and didn’t let his hand go unless required for brief moments of movement. 

You did release it when you and Satoru made it to your destination, a mutual untangling of limbs as you each took a respective seat on the cold ground. You curled your legs under you at the foot of Suguru’s grave to watch as Satoru kneeled by the stone at the front to rip away overgrown blades of grass and brush off a fine layer of dust. If either of you spoke, it was done silently, somewhere in the jumble of your minds where you tried to make sense of everything you wanted to say. 

Because nothing about that situation would ever be so cut and dry, easily condensed and plainly understood. It would stand to say that neither of you owed the world a response that was any sorts of sensible or well organized. If finalizing all that Suguru was into one encompassing emotion would make you unable to balance the enormity of it, then perhaps there was a better suited alternative to having him so well defined.

 When the two of you parted ways from the patch of brown grass and naked branches, each new foot of distance garnered a different flicker of emotion from you both: a yearning for what once was, but desolation for this new future that never would have been otherwise; a deep sense of loss that could only be built on top of but never filled in; equanimity for the thought that Suguru offered his blessing; a zeal for the life with a person present and well loved. 

There was relief in that there was no need to understand it all to move forward, and peace at knowing you didn’t. 

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You wed Satoru on a hill overlooking the sea at the beginning of a golden summertime. 

Friends, students, peers, and family are gathered to celebrate, and at the end of a flowered path, Satoru stands tall under an archway dripping in gauzy fabric nearly the same white as your dress. 

 It’s just you on your walk to him. There’s no one supporting your arm to give you away. You suppose that it had been done once already, in a time when you wouldn’t have agreed or had the capability to picture a life with someone else entirely. Your hand had already been given and exchanged, entrusted to another in a dead man’s final wish. So no, you don’t need anyone to accompany you down a flower-strewn path, not when every step you take lands in time to a heart that beats the name of the man in front of you (never again for a love since buried) and not when you were already entirely his. Not when the decision belonged only to you and him. 

You reach the archway, and Satoru is there waiting for you. 

His arm lifted, palm upwards and his fingers—,

There’s a hand being held out, and it no longer strikes you with remorse. On a rare night, it will appear in your nightmares to torment you with memories long past, but the balm of warm skin and the lips of someone you love will be there to whisk it away before it has a chance to linger.

There’s a hand being held out, and in it are all the dreams and promises you had once buried under the shade of canopied trees.

Gojo Satoru is holding his hand out to you, and you take it.

A Little Bonus:

“Did we really have to get up this early?” you asked around a yawn. You could blame your exhaustion on any number of things: the hours-long flight you and Satoru took yesterday, the night of newlywed activities in your hotel afterwards, or your general disdain for early mornings without a proper night’s rest. The sun still painted the sky a mix of orange and pink, and there was hardly a car or person to pass by. 

“We can go back to the hotel and take a nap before our next flight this evening,” Satoru said, swinging your intertwined hands together as the two of you strolled down a sidewalk. “Besides, it was you that insisted we have a layover here for this exact reason.” His following grin was cheeky, and when you scrunched up your nose in annoyance, he tugged you against him to press a kiss to your temple as you turned the corner of an old red brick building.

“I know, I know,” you grumbled. You had been adamant when planning your honeymoon that the two of you would stop briefly in the city home to a sleepy old cafe with the best dessert either of you had ever tasted, and your fiancé—now husband—was eager to give in to any whim of yours. 

When the two of you finally stepped through the cafe doors at a time when many had not yet stirred from their beds, you were met with well-worn red brown booths and vintage jazz music still spilling out from the kitchen. No one was waiting to greet you, and you turned to Satoru with a concerned look when the same old woman shuffled out of the back, a cane in hand but still spry in her eyes and smile.

“I recognize you!” she called, and it warmed your heart to be remembered by someone who’s encounter with you was so significantly fleeting. However, when her eyes slid to Satoru, all good will fell clean off her face. 

“And I unfortunately remember you too,” she groused, eyes cutting and full of contempt for your husband as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, but he had his trademark smirk on his face in an attempt to charm her displeasure away. 

Surprised curiosity sent your eyebrows up to your hairline, and you opened your mouth to inquire about what exactly Satoru had done to deserve such ire, but the old woman was already making her way back to the kitchen as she waved her hand behind her head. “Your usual table is free.”

“What was that about?” you asked him as he pulled you along to the corner table by a large window overlooking the street. Satoru shook his head as the two of you sat down in the booth across from one another, and he laughed nervously as he settled himself in the seat.

“It’s really nothing important,” he muttered, cheeks slightly pink, and you wondered if you pestered him enough—or propositioned him thoroughly—if he would talk. The next fifteen minutes would prove you unsuccessful in getting Satoru to divulge his secrets, and you were about to start bargaining when the old woman returned with a large plate balanced on her hand.

“Despite the questionable company you keep,” she told you, taking note of the gleaming wedding rings on both your hands as she sat down the plate heaping with your favorite fruit, “I’m glad you made it back, especially with someone to share your dessert with.” She didn’t give you an opportunity to ask questions before she was walking away with a knowing grin on her wrinkled cheeks. 

“You have to tell me,” you insisted, passing a spoon to Satoru and then picking up your own to begin digging into the dessert, but he sighed heavily and chose to stuff his mouth instead of responding to you. You let it go for now, figuring there would be plenty of time to wring it out of him when the scales were more tipped in your favor, and instead you tucked your foot around his ankle and reached out your empty hand to trace errant shapes along the back of his. 

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That's it y'all!

This was mostly a personal project for myself. I hadn't ever written anything (besides the Sukuna series) before this, so I very much appreciate everyone who took time to read and comment! I hope you were able to enjoy it <3

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Stucky Recs: Holiday fics

December is here, so I've gathered twelve holiday Stucky fics to make this rec post for all of you. They're all perfect for reading under a blanket with the warm beverage of your choice.

Canon Holiday fics

❄️Paper tree | Ellessey | Explicit | 21,391 words

I don't know if it's just me, but I feel like pre-war fluff always has this extra softness to it, even more, somehow, than even the softest and sweetest of AUs. It just hits different. This wonderfully warm and feel-good holiday fic is such a perfect example of what I mean. Steve and Bucky are so sweet to, and about, each other in this fic, and I adore it. This one is also broken up into scenes that happen on different days as December goes on. I always enjoy that sort of formatting so much in a holiday fic, and, in this case, it also gives a whole month of delightful, endearing, and lovely pre-war moments.

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"It's a different taste, though! I want the authentic Mallo experience, in drink form." "It's coconut. The different taste is coconut. We could make it ourselves." Bucky's face lights up, and Steve adds another thing to his mental list of ways he can make those blue eyes get all happy and bright. He thinks about how many things he's not good at, how many things are so hard for him, but seem easy for everyone else with their perfectly functioning hearts, lungs, ears, and eyes. And he thinks about how easy it's always been for him to make Bucky happy. Doesn't even seem like he has to try, but he likes to try anyway. He drops another marshmallow in his own mug, and two in Bucky's, and thinks he could probably spend the whole rest of his life just trying and trying and trying.

❄️On the other end of the line | velleities | Teen | 9,385 words |

So, okay, only the last part of this fic takes place on Christmas. This fic does go through the rest of the year, too. But I feel like the Christmas-set resolution is significant enough to make this one solidly a holiday fic. It's also a gorgeous fic. It's a Post-TWS recovery fic that makes plenty of time for how not-okay Steve is, something I always really appreciate. Like I said, this fic takes them through a year, a Bucky-recovery year, and the growth and rediscovery of their relationship in that year is so well done. It's sometimes heartbreaking and sometimes sweet and always beautiful. I know calling a 9k fic a slow burn is debatable, so I won't say this is a slow burn. But I will say, that by the time this fic is done, these two have really earned their happy and romantic resolution.

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He can’t hold up a conversation. He doesn’t want Bucky to go – he craves his company – but he’s too drained to think of anything to say. He resorts to just feeling pitiful for himself, breathing in and out and listening to Bucky breathing in and out in return. “D’you want to hang up?” Bucky asks gently. “No,” Steve says hurriedly. “Okay.” Twenty minutes later, Steve is slowly drifting into sleep. “Steve?”   “Mm?” Steve mumbles into the phone, cradling it as if cradling Bucky. “G’night.” “G’night, Buck,” he manages drowsily. Steve somehow sleeps through the night.

❄️I got that good thing for you | canistakahari | Explicit | 5,830 words

You know that correct version of things where, these days, Steve and Bucky live in a nice brownstone in Brooklyn? And awful things have stopped happening to Bucky? And the events of Infinity War and Endgame definitely never occurred? And Steve and Bucky are really happy and super in love? Right. This fic happens in that world, and I love it. This is just so cozy and domestic. It's so low-stakes and so romantic. It's a holiday fic, and it's a fic about just how much Steve loves both making Bucky happy and seeing Bucky happy. It's also a fic about Bucky wanting to get the aesthetic exactly right for a specific sex fantasy. And honestly? They deserve that. We, as a fandom, deserve that. This fic is a joy.

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“I’ve spent a lot of time looking at pictures of other people's Christmas lights.” Bucky extricates himself from his blanket nest and walks right up to Steve, puts a hand on his chest, and kisses him firmly on the mouth. He is solid and soft at the same time, his hair carrying the faint scent of wood smoke and cold air from the tree farm. “I'll get your lights,” mumbles Steve against his lips. Bucky grins. “Yeah. I’ll make you cookies.” Oh. Oh, Steve didn’t realize it was a trade. It doesn’t have to be, but Bucky is offering. “What kind?” “Whatever kind you want,” says Bucky. He slides his hands down Steve’s chest, fingers tucked into the top of Steve’s jeans. “Even if you want nuts in them.” Steve cocks his head. Bucky doesn’t make cookies often, but whenever he does, Steve counts every single one of his blessings. Bucky will eat two or three and then leave the rest to Steve to devour, which he does, often within the first twelve hours of them appearing. The whole batch.

❄️Home is the Human Heart | aimmyarrowshigh @aimmyarrowshigh | Teen | 3,194 words

This fic parallels two years: one in during the post-TWS recovery era and one when Steve and Bucky are young. The scenes go back and forth between the two years in a way that really sets this fic's tone. It's beautifully done, and there's a touch of a really lovely bittersweetness that never takes away from the warmth, joy, or hopefulness of this fic. I also really, really love how Steve goes about things, with and for Bucky, in the current era scenes. Also! This fic has a line near the end that hit me hard when I first read it and that I still think about all the time.

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Rachel crawls out from under the table. Bucky gets the jar of pennies he and Becca have been collecting for the last year, and Becca gets the dreidel. Rachel’s eyes go wide at the sight of all the money. There’s probably fifty cents clanking around in the jar. “Steve, d’you remember how to play?” Bucky asks. “Of course.” Steve sounds affronted. “How many years’ve I been losing to you, ya lousy cheat?” “You can’t cheat at dreidel,” Bucky says, laughing. “Punk.” “Jerk.” “I don’t know how!” Rachel says. She kicks Bucky’s knee under the table. “I wanna play!”

❄️Two strangers in the bright lights | Claudia_flies | Explicit | 7,348 words

Listen, listen. It's a holiday fic! It's a post-TWS recovery fic! It's a tower fic! It's a fake dating fic! It's a damn delight, and you should read it. The love-struck, dopey-eyed, total disaster about each other, antics happening throughout this fic are just wonderful, truly. Bucky spends about 85% of this fic practically on Steve's lap . To make the fake dating look real and fool the other Avengers, of course. (Obviously, we need to do it this way, Steve! It has to be convincing, Steve!) And Steve spends about 85% of this fic absurdly happy about Bucky doing just that, and also noticing that doing these things seems to make Bucky happy, and then being even happier because Bucky is happy — but then not examining that too closely, because, you know, Bucky is clearly just really good at this plan and super committed to it. A joy of a fic that's so much fun to read.

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Steve finds the tablet discarded among the multitude of cushions on the couch while waiting for their new French press to finish brewing, and as soon as he touches the screen, it opens on a web page titled ‘10 Cute Holiday Winter Dates To Go On With Your Boyfriend’ written in an obnoxiously cutesy script. The first one on the list is ice skating, and the next one is decorating the tree together. Each bullet point is accompanied by a cheap stock photo and some inane text about why this particular date is suitable for a cute winter romance. Gently, Steve closes the tablet and carefully places it back where he found it. He pours the coffee into two matching mugs and carries them into the still-dark bedroom. Bucky mumbles something resembling a “thank you” from underneath several pillows and most of the covers as Steve places the steaming cup on his bedside table. Steve smiles and climbs back into the bed, sitting up against the headboard with his coffee and a book. It’s probably the most perfect Sunday morning he’s had in a lifetime.

❄️(I'll be home for Christmas) if only in my dreams | crinklefries | Teen | 13,728 words

A 5+ 1 that looks at 5 earlier holidays, but starts and ends on the current one, one that Steve and Bucky are spending together, in Wakanda. It's an emotional gut punch of a fic, in the best and most satisfying of ways. I love the holidays this fic chooses to showcase, the little stories it chooses to tell, and the moments it chooses to share. I love the wonderfully sweet holiday tradition it creates for Steve and Bucky. I love the way that tradition becomes something that is so important and so meaningful that they're able to keep it, even when it should have been impossible. Really gorgeous stuff.

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For the first time since his capture, Bucky feels safe. They’re in a fucking goddamn ditch killing fucking goddamn Nazis on fucking goddamn Christmas, but Bucky can hear Steve’s heart beat, strong and steady under his ear, and he feels safe. Maybe because it’s Christmas day, but there are no shots fired. It’s mostly quiet, the group of them in their respective ditches, tensed, just waiting. Someone--Dugan, he thinks, or maybe Gabe Jones--starts singing a Christmas song and then the rest of the start singing too. Steve’s never had much of a singing voice, but he tries and Bucky tries not to smile.

AU Holiday Fics

☃️'tis the damn season | chicklette | Explicit | 4,625 words

A fic about a Steve and Bucky who grew up together, were together as teenagers, and who, if they're being honest, have been in love their whole lives. But they're adults now, and they refuse to hold each other back. This a general premise that comes up decently often in Stucky AUs, and I'm typically into it for them. I can see these two and their stubborn, self-sacrificing ways, each deciding that they were the thing stopping the other from a goal/plan/the general idea of growing up. It's a very specific sort of exes-to-lovers story, and it leads to a very specific feelings reveal, one that's not "I'm in love with you," but instead, "I've never gotten even a little bit over you." It's something that can work so well for these two, sometimes, and this fic is an example of it being done just absolutely gorgeously. It's warm and painful and sexy all at once — until its wonderfully romantic resolution.

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Steve’s hair is a little long on top, and he’s rocking a scruffy beard, and fuck him for looking so goddamned good. It isn’t fair, Bucky thinks, mixing the drink. It isn’t fair that he looks so fucking good, that he looks exhausted and stressed out and kind of sad, and he’s still the best thing Bucky’s ever seen. It isn’t fair that Steve shows up every year at Christmas and it is Christmas, it’s a fucking gift and Bucky looks forward to it all damn year, but this year there was a little dread too because every year it takes him a little longer to let go.

☃️I've got a lot to pine about | cable-knit-sweater @cable-knit-sweater | Mature | 6,113 words

I just love a fic about people who are having Totally Very Casual sex, and who are both convinced they are the only person in this situation who has developed feelings. A fic about people who are pining while actively hooking up. 10/10. Great trope. This fic is that trope, used at Christmas, and it's wonderful. There are so many feelings! There are ridiculously cute seasonal activities! There are sweet holiday gestures! There are two absolute idiots in love, being painfully obvious about how in love they are — while both being certain, just completely convinced, that the other is definitely only here for the casual sex! There is a romantic holiday resolution! Just a complete delight.

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Once they get there, though, he forgets about his worries and actually has a good time. There’s a small Christmas market, a stall with hot chocolate and apple cider, and he’s surrounded by his friends. Even Steve seems to be feeling a little better about the whole festive season, and Bucky likes to think he played a hand in that.  What makes it all even better is that Steve is wearing the earmuffs Bucky bought him. He looks ridiculously cute, like Bucky’d expected. The fact that Nat tells Steve he looks cute and makes him blush and grumble a little annoyedly, makes it absolutely perfect.  At some point, he doesn’t get away with just staying on the sidelines and sipping his hot chocolate, and Steve drags him onto the ice. He must notice how Bucky is a little nervous.  “I’ll hold your hand?” Steve offers. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall. I got you.”

☃️If Only in My Dreams | odetteandodile | Teen | 28,317 words

A holiday rom-com. A joy. Sweet, trope-filled, funny, and so very romantic. This fic has a Hallmark Channel-worthy premise in the most fun and most wonderful way. I am a firm supporter of Steve and Bucky getting to have a rom-com life. Instead of, you know, the relentless tragedy of canon. I also really enjoy that, unlike many actual Hallmark Movies, the central conflict continuing to be a conflict throughout the fic is completely believable and understandable. And then, when we get to the end, it's all resolved in such a satisfying (and romantic! and lovely!) way.

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He’s been so good today, so laser-focused on taking Sam’s advice to heart and throwing his all into his work—into cementing this dream he’s been working toward for nearly three years. It was steadying to apply himself to the tangible things he could make and do, utterly rooted in reality. But the thing is—Steve is real. He may look like a fantasy somebody invented to torture Bucky this week, but he’s a flesh-and-blood person. And he’s looking back at Bucky like Bucky is the dream guy. Bucky doesn’t make a move to step any closer. All of his words and common sense have abandoned him. So he just stands with his heart hammering foolishly against his ribs at the edge of the room. Steve doesn’t look away. But after a moment he squares his shoulders and stands, his full height and broad chest emphasized under the cut of his uniform, light glinting off the medals and ribbons on his coat.

☃️Whose arms will hold you | biblionerd07 | Gen | 10,843 words

The first of two fics on this list to feature a holiday road trip home from college, a snowstorm, and, yes, only one bed. This one is a meet-cute, and wow, is it cute. Seriously, this fic is just so, so very sweet. When I was pulling this list together, I quickly reread over this fic and hit a moment that made my breath catch when I remembered what was about to happen. It's a moment that made me think, "Oh god, that's right. This is that fic!" And then my heart did a fluttery thing. Also, we've got an alive and well Sarah Rogers in this one, and the conversations Steve has with her are just as lovely and delightful as everything else about this fic.

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"I didn't realize you were trying to impress me." "Why wouldn't I be?" James says, arching an eyebrow in a way that makes Steve's stomach lurch a little. Is James flirting with him? He can feel his cheeks heating up a little. James is apparently oblivious to his internal turmoil, because he goes to his duffel and roots around. He emerges with a pack of cards. "Wanna play?" Steve doesn't know how to play poker. But James doesn't know how to play gin, so they're sort of at an impasse until Steve says, "Well…what about Go Fish?" And that's how two grown college-students end up playing Go Fish on a dusty motel bedspread, eating apple pie that tastes a little old but not terrible.

☃️Not the same river at my fingertips | giselleslash | Expicit | 11,021 words

And now the second road-trip-home-from-college-for-the-holidays (but then a snowstorm! And a motel room!) fic on my list. This one is not a random ride-share meet-cute. This one is about a Steve and Bucky who had a one-night stand years ago, and who haven't stopped thinking about each other since. But: miscommunication. So they're both pretty sure the other has never given them a second thought. But it's fine because they're both totally okay about that. They're very mature about it, okay? They can handle this road trip without any weird tension. They definitely won't make things worse by talking about the thing where they're each convinced the other doesn't like spending time with them. And the combination of the tension, the memory of their one-night stand, and the fact that they're both, actually, obsessed with each other will absolutely not lead to anything at all when they have to get a motel room to wait out a snowstorm. Not even when there is, of course, only one bed.

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“You’ve brought me a truly beautiful feast.” Bucky laughed at that and Steve instantly felt a hundred percent warmer than he had before. Even Bucky’s fucking laugh was sexy. It was horrible. Bucky had slipped off his boots and grabbed two of the plastic cups from the small tray that held them and an ice bucket. “Gimme,” he said as he waved his fingers at the bottle of tequila Steve still had clutched in his hand for some reason. He handed over the tequila and Bucky crawled onto the bed with it. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed and patted the mattress next to him. “Bring the food and hop on,” he said. Steve got the food containers and did just that.

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⛄Here Comes Santa Claus | AidaRonan | Explicit | 6,755 words

So, as I've mentioned before, I hesitate to include recs for fics that are primarily smut (and very, very little plot) on these themed rec lists. Mostly because primarily smut fics are just sorta their own thing. That is a theme. But. I'm making an exception, because truly, you guys, here in Stucky we've got fics for so many scenarios. There is just fic for a seemingly endless amount of scenarios. For instance, there's this one. It's Santa Steve fic about, well, Steve, as Santa (but looking like Steve!), repeatedly visiting (an adult!) Bucky on Christmas, and it eventually leading to sex in Santa's sleigh. And, really, I've gotta say, I love that for us. I love that this fic exists. So I felt like I had to include it with these holiday recs. Even if it very much is primarily smut.

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“You’re standing under the mistletoe,” Bucky says, and Steve looks up. “Huh. How ‘bout that,” he says, before going back to his work. “What’s the rule if you’re under the mistletoe alone? Jerk off?” “Jesus, are you allowed to talk like that?” “I can talk however the fuck I want.” “Pretty harsh language from Santa Claus.” “Language is a construct like time and gender. And ‘fuck’ is really fun to say. Harsh consonants. So satisfying.” Santa slides a small gift box between branches in the tree. “Besides, no one but you is awake to hear me.”

Happy holidays!

Fic Rec Series

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - christmas with them!

synopsis: it's christmas and you spend the holidays with them!

warning: some swear here and there, darren being dirty-minded and pervert, mention of the word ass… i think that’s all? let me know if there’s more!

type: fluff

members: all of them

merry (late) christmas everyone! i hope you all day wonderful holidays 🤍 thank you very much for this wonderful year that we had together! i can’t believe it’s actually been one year that i started writing about the boys! 😊 thank you for all the support, the likes and the love!! it is so much appreciated <33 happy new year in advance and may 2024 be the best year for you :)

reblogs and likes are very appreciated!

OLIVER MOY

BEST HOLIDAY ON EARTH??

we know oli, we know how he is, we know how boyfriend material he is…

so is it really a surprise if i’m telling you that you would pass an amazing time with him during christmas? not really.

he would spoil you so much!

« what? can’t i treat my girl right? »

he would make sure that you know that you look extraordinary beautiful

he would hype you up so much

« oh my god… you’re so beautiful, omg » he said while covering his mouth with his left hand

he would giggle.

he would also have bought matching pyjamas

« so i got the santa one and you got the reindeer! isn’t it so cute? »

cutest boy alive, no cap (yes im a simp)

he would write the cutest things in your christmas card

“thank you for making the world a kinder place”

“thank you for existing and making me a part of your routine”

“thank you for always being you and always making the world a greater place”

“you’re making fall in love with you more and more everyday”

crying bc he’s so damn sweet 🤧 i love him sm omg

random thoughts: oliver would sing you christmas song

and maybe… he would even ask you to sing with him? lol

oliver would literally heal your inner children, with his family 🥹 in one nsb video (or was it in seb’s? i forgot, sorry) all the nsb boys came to see oli’ and seb’s mom and dad, and omg that was so cute

he’s a gentleman, he’s a golden retriever, he’s a boyfriend material, so of course he would make sure you’re always feeling okay and comfortable around him

« this is our christmas baby. we spend it together, so as much as i really love my family and spending my holidays with them, i want you to be comfortable and happy during this time. so if something isn’t right or you want to take a break, please let me know, alright? »

i just see oliver caressing your back and whispering sweets nothing to you :((

anyways, let this boy give you the best because you truly deserve it <33

(others members’ part under the cut!)

SEBASTIAN MOY

FUNNY HOLIDAYS!!

this man’s so funny

sebastian could do anything and it would be funny, i truly don’t know why

so obvs, he would try to pull little pranks on you (not as much as kane, but still)

« babe, look! there’s a mistletoe! looks likes you have to kiss me! »

« babe, you’re supposed to kiss me on the lips not on my cheek! »

“wdym it wasn’t specific enough!! i thought you’d knew what i wanted!”

he would def convince his younger brother (mateo!!!) to pull a prank on you and oli

sebastian would be the type to give you a big, big Christmas gift that is in a box, that box is in another box, and that box is in another box… just to make you wait for the gift

and the gift be like « free pass for a kiss! »

“isn’t this the best gift ever?”

what can i say? he loves your kisses (and your hugs)

did you see his stories?? if not, expect him to put (almost) EVERYTHING on his ig/sc stories

he would def watch them all over the holidays too 🫣 don’t tell him i told you that

seb would give you sweet treats, like chocolates, massage, bubble bath if you’re into that kind of thing… things he know that will make you smile and make you feel good

“i could give you another thing to make you feel good…” then he would smirk

“I WASN’T TALKING ABOUT THAT, OMG?!! You are so dirty minded, omg”

anyways like oli, he would be very considerate of your feelings

« you okay, babe? »

« is everything’s alright, baby? »

he cares sm about you

i feel like he would randomly hug/kiss you out of nowhere and smile

« nothing’s wrong, you’re just really pretty »

“mine”

RYAN NGUYEN

would def heal your inner child, 100%

the holiday with him would be so funny (and prob iconic too)

ryan’s family sounds so lovely and so cozy… (you wouldn’t be boring at their house)

last year, ryan did a q&a with his sisters and it was super cozy and super relaxing to watch

so i think it would be the same if you spent the holidays with him

lots and lots of animes nights

you’d also be a pro at videogames too

ryan would have matching pyjamas sets for you

« i thought we could wear it during the holidays.. »

he would def hold your hand all along the festivities, like this man’s whipped for you

« what? can’t i hold my pretty girlfriend’s hands? »

his fam would love you sm

ryan would def be a bit jealous that you’re passing more time with grace & ava (his sisters) than him

“can’t you talk with them later? -_-”

“i’m not jealous, what are you talking about?”

would ask his mom to cook your favourites meal :D

« yeah, i asked my mom to cook your favourite! »

ryan who def make videos with you and spend a lot of time with you, including cuddling because even though it doesn’t look like that, ryan’s a simp for your cuddles and your hugs and your kisses

would def put a lot of mistletoe around the house and use the excuse « it’s just for decorating the house »

indeed, he only want to kiss you 24/7

yes, he likes it that much 😌

JUSTIN PHAN

spending holidays with him seem so fun

trust me, you guys would have matching outfits too lololol

he would literally go to target to shop some matching things with you

and also buy you random things that you probably don’t needed, but that he bought because he thought of you when he saw them

also, i’m just seeing him going to target with you to shop for last minute christmas present

ofc, he would pay for your things

because he’s that gentleman with you

and also bc he never want to see you pay when you’re with him

“it’s the holidays, can’t i spoil my girl?”

“shut up, let me pay for you”

“you’ll pay next time!”

“wdym i said the same thing the last time? i didn’t!”

he would make sure you’re always comfortable, always happy and always smiling

he would hold your hands during dinner if you’re stressed/anxious/nervous

justin seems the type to be super romantic

he would literally give you a christmas card and thank you for every things you did for him

a bit like oli!

“thank you for always making me happy. the world needs more people like you”

he would literally give you cute stuff

like hello kitty stuff bc we all know how jp like hello kitty 🫶🏻

believe it or not, justin’s the biggest simp for his person

so expect a lot of compliments coming towards him

the type to say: “my mom likes you more than me, i’m sure of it”

KANE RATAN

i can’t tell how much i like this man

yes im a simp, and what abt it? 🤭

would def help your inner child too

he would always try his best to always make you smile/make you happy when you’re with him

he would always support you in anything you do

he would also give you a shoulder to cry on if that’s something you need

“babe… don’t cry…”

“it’s okay, i’m here..”

“idm if my tshirt get wet… i have others tshirts, don’t worry about that baby”

“I’m so so sorry about what happened when you were younger… do you want to talk about it?”

to me, kane’s the definition of the word “fluff” and “comfort”

he would literally make your days brighter with his smile 🤭

no bc his smile is so cute

he would give you ALOT of gifts

his family is kinda a bit rich lol (check their hide n seek video and the price of the mansion… 🤩) so… yeah.

would be the type to buy you plane tickets for a special destination

“wdym?? baby, it’s plane ticket! we’re going to travel together!”

“i know you always wanted to go there, so… i thought it could be the perfect moment to go there together!”

sweetest holidays with him :(

“what do you mean i bought you too much gifts? baby, you deserve it”

he would def make activities with you and his siblings and let you win on purpose

“me? made you win? there’s no way i did that!”

kane would make you do pranks with him on his brothers / sisters

but junior (his younger brother) wouldn’t let that slide so you’d literally do pranks on kane hahaha

“baby, what?? i thought you were on my team!”

“god, and i thought you’d side with me for this prank”

spending holidays with kane seems so great and fun 🫶🏻

DARREN LIANG

the sussiest holiday ever, ngl

i never saw in one nsb videos darren not being dirty minded, sorry not sorry 😭

so i rlly hope you’re not innocent, bc if you are… well, let’s say he won’t let that title up

bc this man says the most random ever things ever and turn them into dirty things, so if you’re still innocent after spending like 2-3 weeks with him… this is impressive

darren could turn everything not suspicious to something very suspicious (but we like him like that 🫶🏻)

would definitely not hide his true ‘personality’ to his family…

atp, i think his fam is aware that their son is dirty-minded

mostly during the Christmas presents part…

“didn’t give you much gift, bc i thought i could be your gift for this year”

“what? didn’t meant in that way… unless..”

“oh yeah!! this present is so cool!! i heard it could hide hickeys pretty well! isn’t that so cool?”

ofc, darren isn’t only naughty and pervert 😂

He’s also very caring and sweet :((

So ofc, if he see you being uncomfortable due to this comment or his moves or anything he’s doing, he would stop

No need to ask him twice

We all know how good dar’ is with cooking, so ofc he would cook something for you and his fam for Christmas

might even do it with you

He would have bought you matching aprons! and you know him…. the images or texts on it would be anything but wholesome

Being with Darren during the holidays also mean he would take good care of you

He would buy you a ton of skincare if that’s something you like

He would also help you with your routine (would never let you sleep with makeup/unclean face)

“Baby, let me take your makeup off”

“let me wash your face”

“Just sit on the counter and let me do the rest, okay?”

“Stop moving!!!”

“Wdym it tickles, baby it’s my fingers…”

“Are you saying my fingers are tickling you? 😏”

Funniest (and sussiest) holidays, I’m telling you

REGIE MACALINO

Darren part 2? Jk

This man’s a keeper 🫶🏻

He would make everything so funny, so fun, so cool, like it’s the regie macalino we’re talking about

I think regie would be the same guy he is in the videos, with you

he’s very nonchalant

He would def sleep on your shoulder while his family is opening xmas gifts

“Wdym wake up?? I wasn’t sleeping bruh”

“I was resting my eyes, that’s not the same thing”

He would also try his hardest to make you blush ☺️

And if you can’t blush, he would try his hardest to make you smile

i’m just imagining him, on the other side of the couch, giving winks here and there

AND HE WOUD BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU TRYING NOT TO SMILE/BLUSH

“I ain’t doing anything, whatcha talking about?”

He would def (10000%) says dirty things in front of you and act like he didn’t mean it in that way

“Damn that’s a cool sweater… wonder how it could look on the floor…”

“Why you’re looking at me like that, stop being dirty minded y/n”

Regie would def laugh his ass off because of what he’s doing to you

i just know he would be so proud of himself

btw, during the holidays, expect to go in the snow

Regie’s so cute when he first saw the snow 😔 like give him the chance to see snow again, pls?

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go see the nsb’s video where they go play in the snow lol

He would do snow angels with you 🥹 and call you his angel

“You just did yourself in the snow…”

“eww that so cringey of me, I’m sorry”

“wdym you liked it? damn, you’re a simp for me, bruh”

taglist (open): @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0 @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

[yuyu1024]

One and only

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: established relationship, mafia

Warning: fluff but still 🔞 smut/angst, unprotected sex, cursing, semi public, pet names, jealousy, clingy, mention of blood and death, blowjob/handjob [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.4k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: posted this during holidays🎄⭐️ but i deleted my acct bcoz of stupiditttyyyyy? 🙃 anyways... almost done reposting my one shots. I'll try to post my short series soon.

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It's holiday season. Everyone you know are all busy preparing for the coming christmas. Your friends are busy buying gifts for their love ones and they are also excited planning all their trips or dates with their each own special someone. Whilst you on the other hand, you are not planning anything.

"Y/n, what are you going to do this christmas?" One of your friend asks

"I'll be visiting my parents on the 25th." You answer

"That's all?" She asks

"Do you want to come with us? My family are going on a staycation on this fancy hotel... I can ask them if I could bring you." The other friend suggested

"No... it's fine. I'll be at home. I deserve a break too from all the work I've been doing..." you answer

"I get it... you deserve it yes.. but... are you not sad you are not spending Christmas eve with someone...?" The first friend ask

"Even a date?" The other one adds. "You know... if you only accept the guys wanting to take you on a date or atleast get to know you... I'm sure you have a boyfriend now."

You laugh at how worried they are with you spending Christmas eve alone.

"I'm fine. I'm happy."

Being the "single one" in your friendship group is nothing new. It's not that you don't want to meet anyone or get to know someone but it's just that you are not actually single. None of them knows that you have been dating this guy for quite some time now.

You are not hiding him or your relationship because you are embarassed about him. You are just respecting his privacy and for safety reasons as well.

He is the son of the leader of the famous mafia in the country. Everybody knows their family. They fear them. Everyone thinks they are the most dangerous beings to exist. However little did they know, they only look mean as hell. But these men, all have hearts and kindess to help anyone in need. They just don't publicize the good things they do.

"Okay... whatever you say... just call us when you need someone to talk to when you feel alone."

"I'm fine girls... seriously... and enjoy your vacation. Don't mind me. Spend your time with your boyfriends and family... okay?"

"Okay." Both of them say at the same time.

"Great!"

Then after a few more minutes chatting with them your phone alarm buzzes. It's a reminder.

"Oh crap! I need to go now!" You say in a hurry. "I had to go to this shop my mother told me to go... I need to drop her gifts for her friend who's in the city for vacation."

"Okay... sure..." both your friend stands up and hugs you.

"Happy holidays! See you after more than a week." You say

"See you and stay safe! Be careful running in the snow okay? You are clumpsy." The first friend says

"I will."

"Bye!"

You wave goodbye one last time before running out of the coffee shop.

You are really in a hurry. It is true that you have to meet your mother's friend to give them the gift. You were supposed to meet the park near the hotel they're staying at. It's not that far from where you and your friends met so you just decided to walk from there.

Then while you are on the walk, you decides to text your lover to let him know where you will be at.

Y/N: I'll be at the park in front of Crescent Hotel. Meeting my mom's friend to give her present.

After sending the text, you put your phone in your sling bag and didn't checked if he read it or replied. You are in a hurry so it didn't crossed your mind.

"Y/n?" A motherly tone of voice calls your name as you just walk pass through the crowd to step foot in the vicinity of the park.

You turn around and see Mrs. Jung together with her son waving at you. Smiling, you carefuly run towards them and quickly hug Mrs. Jung. "Long time no see!"

"Indeed!" She hugs you back and pats your head. "Oh my gosh! You have grown... such a beautiful lady."

You shyly giggle as you can't accept the compliment very well. For you, you just look alright. Not as beautiful as your mother.

"It's been so long since you last came back..." you say

"Yeah. We didn't get the chance to come back the last two years. But we're here now." She says smiling

"By the way, this is mother's gift. She says sorry she can't give it to you personally. She's at the province now taking care of grandpa and grandma."

"Oh, it's fine. I understand. Tell them I wish them a happy holiday and good health."

"I will."

Then her son, Wooyoung, standing next to her greeys you. "Happy holidays."

"Happy holidays." You smile back.

You two then hug and pat each other's back.

Wooyoung and you are classmates in highschool. You two became friends because of your parents. Before you two would always have sleepovers so you could both play and watch movies together. But since they migrated abroad, you two became a little distant. Still friends but not as close as before.

Plus one factor that might've affected that is before he flew away, he confessed his feelings for you. That he liked you. However, you told him that even you like him too back then being highschool and being in a long distance relationship is not ideal for the both of you. It's sad but it is true. Especially bot of you were so young back then.

"You still as pretty as I remember." He says to you

"Stop!" You hit him on his arm. "You still compliment me like the way you used to in highschool." You say.

"You know I'm just being honest." He says, warmly smiling

"I know." And then you notice that he looks mature that from what you remembered seeing him two years ago when they last visited. "You look different."

"Well it's his married aura now." Mrs. Jung explains

"M-married?" You gasp looking at them two back and forth. "You got married?"

Wooyoung is smiling ear to ear. "Yes." He answers then showing his ring. "I got married to the love of my life just almost a year ago."

"Oh my gosh! Congratulations!" You jump and hug him again. "I'm so happy for you!" You clap as you let him go. "Is she with you guys?"

"Unfortunately no... she can't travel because she's just a few months pregnant and she's in bed rest."

"Married and soon to be father!" You are estatic. "What a blessing!"

"Thank you!" Wooyoung is so proud and happy about her wife and their soon to be child.

The catch up with the Jung's is so light and warm. They all have good things to talk about that excites you. It's been a while since you saw them and you are so happy that everything is great with them. Especially after them losing the father figure in their family. You are glad they are doing well.

****

An two hours later, you are on your way to your apartment building, carrying a few things you bought from the groceries that you need at home when you decided to check on your phone.

SAN: I thought you're meeting your mom's friend. Who is the guy you are hugging?

SAN: You hugged him not once but twice!

SAN: why are you touching his arm.

SAN: why are you laughing so much :(

SAN: who is he?????

SAN: baby

SAN: baby...........

SAN: stop talking him.

SAN: baby!

SAN: :(

SAN: you are leaning on to him?????

SAN: are you cheating on me in public?

SAN: HE HUGGED YOU

SAN: AGAIN

SAN: WHAT. IS. THIS.

SAN: baby!!

SAN: ㅠ_ㅠ

You snort a laugh as you read how he whines in his texts. You could hear him say all these even just from the messages. He's so jealous.

Y/N: where are you?

(No reply)

Y/N: okay...

Y/N: If you don't reply...

Y/N: you're not welcome to come inside my apartment again.

Y/N: bye~~~

You proudly smile after you sent the text. Coz you know San will immediately rush to get to you after reading your text.

However, what you didn't expect is that minutes later when you're about to turn to the corner of your building and about to get to the steps to the entrance, you notice a tall figute standing. It's San.

"You're not going to invite me in your apartment anymore?" He says his brows arching and lookinh down at you.

He's wearing something casual and comfy. A beanie, black fitted shirt and a grey sweat pants.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, "And why are you wearing so little clothes! It's cold!" I rush to him

"You said you will not welcome me in! So I ran!" He is sweating and you can see heat coming out of his body.

"Ran from where?"

He pouts. "There." He points at the black car parked across the street.

"I see... so... you were following me?"

"No." He looks away

"I thought we've agreed about me having one bodyguard... camouflaged as a normal civilian in a distant... why are you following me now?"

"I promise. I was not supposed to follow you..."

"But?"

He looks down and takes the the two shopping bag you are holding. "I miss you... I was at the gym when I received your text that you were going to meet a family friend..."

"And...?"

"And... I thought I could pick you up... give you a ride home after..."

"But...?"

He sighs, giving up. "Fine. I'm sorry. But I do swear... I went out because I really do miss you."

"Then if you do miss me....why just let me know... visit me... we can hang out."

"Sorry."

You chuckle as you see him lower his head even more. He's so cute when he's like this. A total 180degrees opposite of his charisma when he's in his mafia mode.

"So... you want to come in and stay?" You ask tilting your head to the side, searching for his face. "But if you have plans or things to do with work... it's fine. Beside, I'll be leaving tomorrow to visits my--"

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. I did told you about my grandpa being sick right?"

"Oh. Right."

**

Both of you then start to walk in the building. You want him to get inside quick and get warm since he forgot to bring a jacket with him.

People who you walk pass as from the lobby to the elevator are all looking sus as they see San. They must be thinking how crazy he is walking around with such little clothes during winter season.

But knowing San, even though people give him looks and judgements he does not give a fuck.

"Would you like a hot milk? Maybe hot coco or..." you ask as you both reach your apartment door enterimgg your pin. "a warm jacket to bring when you leave? You still have a few clothes here with me... the ones you left..."

Then as soon as you enter and the door beeps signaling its locked and closed, San drops the two shopping bag on the floor and cages you in between his arms.

"I've missed you." He mumbles into your ears.

You close your eyes, lean your head on his shoulder and allow him to embrace you tightly. "Me too."

"I'm sorry I've been away this past few weeks..."

"It's okay."

"I wish I could've helped you decorate your place."

"You're so sweet." You whirl around to face your lover. "I know you are really not into Christmas really... it's fine. I don't want to force you to do it every year with me."

"No..." he pulls you in closer and places his hand at the back of your head. "It's important to you... so I have to... you know you are my everything. And I will do anything to make you happy."

"Aww..." you lay your head on his chest. "You're the sweetest tough guy that I know."

He tenses a little. "I should be the only sweet and tough guy you know!"

You laugh at his reaction. Your lover is a jealous type and he does not know or even tries to hide it. You sometimes like to tease him about it.

"Hmm... I don't think so..." you let go of him and take the two shopping bags from the floor and go straight to the kitchen. "I know a few..." you add before you start unpacking the groceries

"Baby..." he follows you to the kitchen.

"I have classmate and still friends with are tough guys. They are sweet and kind too."

"Who? What do they do? Are you talking to them? I need to know details about them!" He is sulking

While you on the other hand, just enjoying his reaction. "Also... Wooyoung..."

"Who??!?"

"Wooyoung..." you repeat. "He's the first guy whoever protected me... from the bad guys..."

He goes silent.

"He protected me to the bullies in highschool. He's a cool guy. And....sweet."

He is though. Wooyoung is such a good person and reliable.

"Is that the guy from earlier?"

You nod as you finish the rest of the unpacking. "We finally saw each other after two years..."

"You knew him before me?" He sounds a bit hurt

"Yes. I know him since highschool." You answer before you walk out of the kitchen and finally removing your coat and scarf revealing your knitted top. "He migrated abroad with his family..."

"Is he your ex?" His face suddenly changes. He's not sulky anymore. He's more on the really jealous San now.

You appoach your lover, who's standing in the middle of the room, take his hand and kiss his knuckles.

"No..." you suddenly reasurre him. "Don't get jealous okay? He's a friend."

"But you hugged him... three times." He pouts

"Because I was so happy to see him plus he told me good news." You put your hands around his waist and give him a quick smooch on his lips. "He got married and expecting his first baby..."

"Oh." San's lips slowly curves into a smile.

"So... now you're smiling."

"Well..." his cheekbones show his happiness

"Why are you getting jealous all the time huh? You know you're my only lover..."

"They are a lot of hunters in this world baby. And you are one heck of a prey." He lowers his head, leaving delicate kisses on your jaw. "If only I could tell the whole world you are my queen...my everything... then boys will not try to hit on you."

"It's okay... and I don't care about those boys... I have you. My Sannie. You are all I need and want in my life."

"Aww baby..." his hands goes lower, cupping your ass with both hands. "I love you..."

"I love you too."

He hums and then nuzzles his face with yours. "Maybe I should stay for the night..." he smiles, "What do you think?"

"I think you should..." you whisper before crashing your lips to his.

The sweet smooch gets deeper the moment he opened his mouth and allowed you to explore your tongue in there.

The sound of your kisses echoes all throughout the apartment. Kisses that are longing and hungry. Kisses that are in duet with his whiny moans.

"Fuck." He smiles and looks at you with endearing eyes. "Baby, you're driving me insane!"

"Do I?" You kiss him again. Teasing him by sucking his lower lip before letting him go.

"Maybe let's have dessert first before we have dinner." He pulls you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips. "I'll cook later... don't worry."

"I love desserts." You say

"Perfect."

He carries you from the living room to your bedroom. He slowly puts you down in bed, sitting, before he goes down to his knees so you're eye to eye.

"May I undress you?"

"Please..." you kiss him on his cheek. "My Sannie."

A grin forms on his lips. He starts from pulling your knitted sweater off, revealing your black bra filled with your plump breasts. Then his hands goes from your behind to unzip your skirt. You helped him by getting up a little so he can pull it down in a go.

"Hmm." He bow down his head and lay his cheek on your thighs.

"You're so warm..." you murmur. You placed your hand on his bare face.

"I'm warm because of you." He raise his head to look at you. "I am alive because of you."

"San..." you call his name and kiss his forehead.

The way San say you are his everything and his life can sound exaggerated to others. However for him, he meant it. And people will understand why he says it like that if they know the full story how he and you met.

***

You two met more than two years ago. You were on your way home from your work at night. You decided to drop by a pharmacy to buy your first aid kit supplies because you've ran out. You are clumpsy and usually hurt yourself when cooking so you always need it refilled from time to time.

And then while you were on your walk, under the pouring rain, you heard noises from a dark alley just a few blocks away from the pharmacy. At first you wanted to just ignore it but then the moment you saw the guys guys wearing baggy clothes and masks, you made sure you made a sound that will startle them thinking someone is coming. It was effective coz they fled.  You saw them ran and you panicked but luckily they didn't hear or saw you. As you were hiding from across the street.

You waited a few minutes before completely running across to check who got hurt.

When you got there, San was on the floor. He was beaten up, sitting and his back leaning on the wall. His eyes were closed and not answering you when you asled him if he's fine so what you did was dial the hotline, for help.

However, after a few rings San abruptly grabs your phone and ends the call.

"What are you doing?" You asked, panicking. "We need to call the ambulance... or the police..."

"No." San insisted. "I can't go to a hospital."

"Why not? You're bleeding!"

Blood was running down the concrete and straight to the drainage.

"It's not deep." He mumbled

"What the heck? You are bleeding! You might die!"

He smiled at you even his face was bruised and his one eye barely opening. "If you keep talking loud... they'll come back. And then we'll both die."

You covered your mouth and looked around.

"Just help me get up and go to my car."

"Are you sure?" You say quietly

"Yes. I can't go to the hospital nor the police right now." He grunted as he tries to get up slowly. You helped him immediately. "I have my first aid kit in my car."

"I have to... in my bag." You said as you try to carry his weight, his arm around you.

"Good girl." He said.

You helped him with his cut. You are not the bravest person in the world but back then you managed to clean his cut,  staple it, covered it with bandage and even helped him get into his new set of clothes.

Yeah, the day you first met San you already saw him naked. You were stunmed when he asked you to undress him completely especially when you saw his length up close and personal. But you forced yourself to be focus that time. And hurray to that you managed to undress and dress him.

"I'm sorry... this is our first time meeting..." he said, grunting in pain.

"It's fine. Glad I could help." You said as you finally relax beside him at the backseat.

"You're wet."

"Excuse me?" Your eyes widened, making laugh

"I meant... your clothes."

"Oh." You blushed so bad. Embarassed.

"I have one extra shirt. It's big enough to be your dress... if you want to..."

You didn't answered him.

"I'll look away. Promise."

"Okay. I don't want to get sick."

You picked the extra black shirt from his luggage. You started to undress the second he looked away. The car is heavily tinted and the parking lot is closed so no one is around except you two and his car. So you felt a bit at ease undressing even you should not.

Long story short. After that night, San became obsessed with you.

He thanked you hundred of times and made sure to get to know you. He thought he was doing all of it because he's just thankful. That's it. But then even just a stranger, when you almost got into trouble because of his life, he learn how important you are to him.

Since then San kept you safe. You have guards 24/7 and always around you. And because of that almost incident, you can't publicy reveal your relationship.

***

"Your scent...I love how you smell..." he murmurs. "It's the same scent I smelled when we first met." He kisses your skin in between your thighs.

Slowly he peels the thights off you revealing your cold skin.

"You're wet." He smiles again. Then kisses your stomach sending chills all over your body.

"Because of you..." you say as you lay your back on the bed.

He climbs on top of you slowly as he kisses every inch of skin. "My one and only..." he hums

"Your one and only..." you say before closing your eyes and absorbing all the sparky kisses he's giving you.

He pauses when he reached your shoulder so he can slip off his shirt, exposing his buff yet lean body.

"Look at me." He says

You open your eyes, seeing his pecks, firm arms and tight abs. "You're so beautiful..." you mumble

He leans back down so he could kiss you again. He sucks your tongue before he insert his to your mouth. Exploring every bits of you.

"Oh San..." you moan his name as you switch places with him.

You are now on top. Lips still attached to his whilst you unhook your bra and throw it on the floor.

You take his hand and make sure he gets a handful of you. "Damn..." he snarls looking down and admiring your bouncy breast.

"I love it when you touch me." You breathe as you watch him enjoy squishing your boobs while you move your hips, making sure your clothed wet core is rubbing over his still covered dick.

"You sound naughty..." he smirks, reaching for another kiss.

"Only for you." You kiss back.

Everything is going smoothly and steamy between you two. You continue to make out and enjoy every bits of moment you can have. Not until San's phone rings.

"Oh for fuck's sake." He throws his head back, frustrated.

"Answer it. It might be important..." you say as you stop kissing and licking his peck.

"I'll make it quick." He says before he picks up the call. "Yes?" His voice changes in seconds. Firm and husky.

You don't mind him working like being on meetings or doing phone calls when you are together. You understand his job. All that matters to you is, he's with you.

***

The call have now passed 15minutes. You are starting to get bored. You know the call is important. It sounds important. However, you are as horny as fuck. You two have been making out and teasing each others kinks since earlier so your naughty hat is on.

You smile to yourself as an idea hits you. "I love you..." you whisper, which he can only hear.

His glances down at you quickly, smiling, before he continued listening to the person across the line.

The smile is not enough for you as a reaction. You get up on your knees and kneel between his legs. He is watching you. You already got his attention just by showing him again your figure.

"I love you..." you whisper again. But this time it sounded more alluring.

You bend down to reach the waistband of his sweatpants and pull it down, just enough to let his length free. He is hard as a rock.

"Baby..." he whispers his phone is away from his face.

"I'm entertaining myself as I wait." You answer.

"Ah, yes I'm still here. Sorry." He says to the person he's talking too.

Lowering your head, you open your mouth and let your tongue touch the tip of his length. You could feel his body tenses as you do it more.

"Ahm... yeah. I get it." His voice breaks for a bit there. He cleared his throat and then grabs your one wrist with his free hand. "Maybe... we should wait." He says

He is referring to you but I guess his answer matches the topic they are talking about. But as you being a tiny bit naughty tonight, you shake your head and continued to tease him.

Giving him little kisses and licks at the beginning before fully sucking him hard and whole.

You watch him as pleasure him. He's working so hard not the break and moan your name like the usual.

You know he likes what you are doing. He is leaking and his length is twitching at every swirl of your tongue around it.

"Can we talk about this some other day?" He snaps. "I just need to fuck my girlfriend now or I'll explode." He was silent for three seconds and then, "good." Then he ends the call and throws his phone on the floor.

"Who is that?" You got worried by him saying he'll fuck you instead of continueing the business call.

"It's Seonghwa. And don't worry about him." He grabs you by your hair pulls you a bit closer. "Focus on sucking my dick... and make me cum."

A grin spreads across your lips. "What will be my reward... if I make you..." you then teasingly lick from bottom to tip. "Cum?"

He grabs you by your jaw and kisses the corner of your lips. "I'll fuck you 'till sunrise and make sure you can't walk... meaning you will need my help for you to visit your parents..."

You giggle, excited and challenged. "Okay... challenge accepted."

[pretty-blkgirl]

New Beginnings

//gn!reader x Felix//

Synopsis: Felix deserves everything good coming his way.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: it’s a tiny bit sad, but in a “omg I love Felix so much and he deserves the world” kinda way.

A/N: The way I almost cried writing this 😗. Likeeeee, I love Lixie so much

~~~~|~~~~

“And then my hyung made him apologize to the store owner” Felix finished, taking another bite of his sandwich. He was telling you yet another story about his little family that consisted of his seven best friends.

Felix was such a friendly person, always smiling and wanting to share his life stories with everyone he met. Unfortunately, the world wasn’t so nice, and you had to protect him from mean and creepy assholes on a day-to-day basis.

You wished you could take Felix away from there; the little, run-down coffee shop that sat on the rougher parts of town. But he was like you, in desperate need of money to afford to live.

He worked extra hard because he wanted to move somewhere nice with his family. He always talked about a pretty house with a big backyard.

“Minho hyung likes flowers,” He said to you once, as you walked him home to make sure he was safe, “so one day soon, we’re gonna get a nice house with a cool backyard. He’s gonna be able to plant a bunch of flowers”

You always had the urge to cry when he talked to you. He was so sweet, so genuine. The way he spoke made you forget about all the bad in the world. His bright smile made even the gloomiest days seem sunny and warm.

You wanted him to have everything good in the world, he deserved it.

“Y/n?” He suddenly asked, making you take your focus off your ham and cheese sandwich. You looked at him and giggled at the goofy grin that decorated his face.

“Yeah, Lixie?”

“You’re gonna be with me forever, right? Even when I get my nice house?”

You smiled softly, nodding, “Yep. I’m gonna be there all the time to see you.”

“That’s good,” He says, taking another bite of his food, “Or, you could even move in with us! The guys love you!”

You laughed again. Felix introduced you to his family thousands of times. You got along well with them, and they always expressed their appreciation for you since you take such good care of Felix.

Minho makes it his mission to pack you a lunch when he packs one for Felix. Chan makes sure to give you a ride home on the rare occasion he’s able to pick up Felix, and Hyunjin always sends Felix with whatever book he just finished since he knows you love reading.

Honestly, you love the guys too. You could say they were like a family to you as well.

“Move in?” You question, “I know they like me but, are you sure they would be okay with that?”

“Yep! You’re like family, plus that’s more money going towards bills”

You burst out laughing at Felix’s honesty. He has a good point.

“Well, I’d love to. Just tell me when I can move in” You joke, but Felix starts to pull out his phone, hands shaking with excitement.

“I have some good news!”

He pulls up a website and shows you a picture you’ve seen a million times. It’s his dream house, the one he’s been fantasizing about for the last couple of years.

You look down to where the details of the house are and see a word in all caps and bold letters.

“Sold?” You ask, “It’s sold? Who bought it?”

He doesn’t answer, but his smile gets even bigger

It dawns on you, and you pull him into the tightest hug you two have ever shared.

“OH MY GOD! LIXIE IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU”

“Thanks,” He says in the hug, “It took a long, long while, but we saved up enough to buy it!”

You let him go and allowed him to talk about his plans for the new house. As he talked, you got closer and closer to crying.

You’ve known Felix since the two of you were young teenagers. The coffee shop allowed you both to start working despite your age, taking on full shifts during the summer, then weekends and holiday breaks when school started.

You saw him go through high school, growing out of his awkwardness and into the beautiful young adult that he is today. You saw all his ups and downs, you listened to every trial and tribulation, and you went to his graduation and screamed so loud when he and three of his brothers walked across the stage.

He and the guys went to your graduation too, and you got so startled when you heard 8 loud voices screaming and cheering for you.

You saw his disappointment when he realized he couldn’t afford to go to college, but you saw the hope in his eyes when he talked about all his other goals and aspirations.

And now, you see him in his early twenties, already gone through so much but still managing to be so happy.

His secret? He loved his family. They gave him the strength to keep going. They were his everything when he had nothing. They all sacrificed so much. He never knew love before he met them, and he was sure he would never love anyone as he did them…until he met you.

Everything he meant to you, you meant to him. He saw determination in you, he saw hope, he saw loyalty, and he saw love.

He’s loved you for years, he’s been in love with you.

He knew you were in love with him as well, you guys talked about it. You were all his firsts, so you held a special place in his heart.

You both agreed you couldn’t be together until you were the best versions of yourselves. Sure, all you needed was love but you wanted to be better for him.

And he felt the same way.

Lately, you guys have been talking about finally getting together, Felix wanted to give you the world.

But he couldn’t do that -not yet- so why not start by giving you better living conditions?

“There’s 4 bedrooms. You can have your own room if you like! Our old apartment only had two rooms so we’re comfortable with multiple people in one room.”

You’re confused, and Felix sees that and panics. Didn’t you just say you wanted to move in with them? Were you not being serious?

Are you uncomfortable now? Did he fuck everything up?

“My own room? Y-You were serious?” You question, making him nod quickly.

“Yeah! I talked about it with Channie and Minho Hyung. They think it’s a good idea. You’re family, y/n. You think we’d leave you?”

The tears started to fall now, and Felix gave you another hug.

“What if I’m low on money? What if I can’t help pay bills sometimes?”

“8 other incomes are coming in. I’m sure we’d be fine”

“What if the guys get sick of me? Won’t they be uncomfortable sometimes?”

“No? You know they adore you. They’re super comfortable around you”

“Alright, but what if I don’t want my own room? That’s not fair, I should share too”

He chuckles, “That’s alright y/nnie”

You sigh, resting your chin on his shoulder, “Okay, and…what if….I said yes?”

He pulls away from you and looks deep into your eyes, “Then you need to start packing….like today.”

You laugh and hug once more. This came at the perfect time, because (unbeknownst to Felix) you were about to be evicted. You have been having financial problems, but sharing bills with 8 other people shouldn’t hurt your pockets too bad.

Plus, getting the opportunity to live with people you love seems amazing.

You and Felix hear an alarm go off, signaling your lunch break is over.

He stands first, holding out his hand to help you up.

You take it, thinking about all the new beginnings you are about to experience.

[danime25]

Rockin' Around

ao3 // normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: Sebastian and his wife celebrate the holidays doing what they know how to do best, sing

*Rating: E for Everyone

*Content/Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, It's What Sebastian Deserves

*Status: Complete

“La.”

“La.” The man matched the female voice, hitting the note on his piano as well.

“La.” Her note goes up an octave. He matched her once more with his piano before clearing his throat. “That’s too high for me honey.”

“That’s okay.” She smiled and walked behind her husband. She wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders. He reached out and arranged his sheet music before loosely warming up his fingers across the keys

“This still plays like a dream.” He looked back at his wife

“It better. You have no idea how much I paid to have this thing tuned up to perfection before it got delivered.” She rested her chin on top of his head. She started humming the notes she read off the sheet music and Seb matched her with his piano. “Jingle bells, jingle bells.”

“Jingle all the way.” He finished the line for her

“Mommy.”

“Yes dear?” She turned around to see her oldest daughter. She pulled away from her husband and lifted her daughter up

“I don’t want to go to sleep. There’s only a couple more nights until Christmas.”

“Well you can’t stay up until Christmas.” She explained to her daughter

“Why not?”

“Well then you’ll be really tired, and who knows who might open your presents if you’re not up.”

“No no no!” She whined. Her mom kissed her head to calm her down

“It’s okay. That’s why you need to go to bed tonight.”

“Okay…” Their daughter didn’t seem too happy, but she seemed to accept this

“Do you want to sing with mommy and daddy quickly?” Sebastian looked over his shoulder at his girls

“Yeah.” His daughter smiled, trying to escape her mother’s grasp. Her mother let her go and she slid onto the other side of the piano bench. She tapped at some keys quickly before looking up at her father

“What should we sing? Should we sing… rudolph?” His fingers quickly played a jazzy version of the classic. His daughter giggled, but shook her head, “Okay not Rudolph, what about Silver Bells? Or Jingle Bells? Or we can sing Deck the Halls?”

“How about we sing Rockin around the Christmas Tree?” His wife offered

“I don’t know that one mama.” Their daughter whined

“But I like that one.” Sebastian matched his daughter’s tone before readying himself to start the song. He played a couple of free form notes before going back to the familiar melody of the Christmas classic and his wife joined in. After they got that song out of their system, Seb started playing the notes to Frosty the Snowman for his daughter. He put her hands on the high keys that he could reach if he wanted to, but instructed her when to play her notes instead. “Frosty the snowman…”

“Was a fairytale," they say,” His wife continued. His daughter got up mid-song and started dancing and his wife attempted to mimic what her daughter was doing. When the song was over, Sebastian switched over to a slower song, hoping it’d be enough to tire out his daughter so he and his wife could have some time alone. Sure enough his daughter slumped against the bench and he scraped her off his back. He got up and carried her to bed and kissed her head as he tucked her in.

“Good night, sleep tight.” He whispered, moving the hair off her forehead, “Sweet dreams of Frosty, Ariel.” He stepped away and went through the door and back into the living room where his wife was playing freehand on their piano. He kissed the back of her head and asked, “You taking requests?”

“For you, anything my love.”

“Can you play…” He thought for a moment, “I’ll be home for Christmas?”

“Sure.” She started playing and he put his hands down on the lower end of the piano to start playing an accompanying melody for her to sing to, “What are you doing honey?”

“I want to hear you sing.” He smiled at her

“Fine. Go ahead and twist my arm.” She laughed and got up from the seat to sing along to the song. “Happy?”

“More beautiful than Karen Carpenter herself.”

“Stop.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders again. She pressed her lips onto his and smiled, “I love you Seb.”

“I love you too.” He put his hands on her waist and danced slowly across the room until the two went to bed themselves.

[sweetestlittledarling]

A Little Holiday Fluff

*Note: This is a stupid little thing that popped into my mind late at night and wanted to write before the holiday's goes past. It takes place in Gale and My Tav's, Finley (They/Them) first holiday as a married couple so takes place after the game. Also I looked up the holidays in Dnd and settled on Midwinter. In our home Dnd game it's called 'Winter's Day' <3. Hope you all have a good Holiday whatever you celebrate.

“What’s this Tara?” Finley asked looking over the little chest. It was just a small and simple-looking thing that had been hidden in the back of the bedroom closet. Finley hadn't actually noticed it before until Tara had pointed it out.

“This is something that is in dire need of doing,” Tara instructed. “Open the chest and you will see what I mean.”

Finley raised an eyebrow at Tara’s serious tone but nodded. They opened the chest and peered inside. “Are these- “

“They are Midwinter decorations,” Tara finished for them. “I have heard that Halflings celebrate this holiday, yes?”

“Among many others,” Finley said, picking up one of the colorful baubles from the box, looking at it carefully. “We halflins’ tend to take our holidays very seriously, though most of the time a holiday is an excuse to get everyone together to eat and drink.”

“Well right now I need you to focus more on the decorating part as we need to put up these decorations before Mister Dekarios returns this evening.”

“Wait, you want ME to help you decorate the tower?”

“Yes,” Tara stated, looking at the box almost with a wistful look, “because I feel Mister Dekarios deserves a happy holiday season this year. When he was trapped here in his tower because of the orb, I wanted to give him a bit of normalcy and celebration at this time of year. But sadly, I was unable to help as I was busy keeping him alive. Plus, I don’t have those things at the ends of your hands.”

“You mean apposable thumbs?”

“Yes, those. This year we have you living here, and Mister Dekarios is not in danger of exploding, so I feel that he can finally have the celebration he deserves. That is if you will help me.”

Finley looked at the decorations and then at Tara. They smiled softly as they nodded. “Of course, I’ll help. In all honesty I don’t think you could stop me.”

(A few hours later…)

“You don’t think we went a little overboard?” Finley asked as they placed up the last bit of garland along the hearth. They looked around the room at all the glittery and festive colors. To them it was very beautiful but they still worried.

“If it were too much, I would tell you,” Tara answered, taking a moment to scratch at the red bow once again around her neck. “Are you sure that this thing is necessary?”

“You look adorable Tara,” Finley answered, clicking their boots of flying to lower them to the ground. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

“Well, I will wear it at least until Mister Dekarios comes home, and then I will probably demand you remove it before I rip it to shreds.”

As if on cue, the door to the tower opened, letting in a quick bitter cold wind before it quickly closed again behind Gale who was rubbing at his hands. “By the Weave, it is colder than the elemental plane of ice out there!” he cursed as he removed his outwear, hanging it up in the appropriate spot. “I swear it is getting colder and colder each- “As he stepped out into the main living area, Gale paused, his eyes taking in all the decorations. He stood there in silence just drinking in the scene.

“Do you like it?” Finley asked, a little hesitantly. “We tried to make it look as good as possible. I mean we might have gone a little overboard on the-” Finley let out a little shriek as Gale silenced their worried words by lowering himself to his knees and pulling them into his arms. His cold hands made them shiver. “Gale! Your hands are freezing!”

“Well call it revenge for your cold toes in bed!” Gale laughed, pulling them close.

“Excuse you, I have bad circulation and can't help that,” Finley protested, though they didn’t really fight back against the hold. Instead, they looked into Gale’s sparkling eyes and smiled. “Do you like it?” they asked softly.

“I love it,” Gale answered, kissing them gently. “Honestly my love, I haven’t had such a beautiful surprise in a long time, thank you.”

“Well to be fair, this was all Tara’s idea. She wanted to do somethin’ nice for you since you didn’t get to celebrate in years past.”

“Indeed,” Tara said, hoping up onto Gale’s shoulders. “And now that the surprise has been had, I ask that you remove this thing from around my neck.”

“Okay, okay,” Finley chuckled, reaching up to remove the bow, “but you do look really cute with it on.”

Gale smiled as he reached up and scratched Tara behind the ears. “Thank you, Tara, I do not know what I would ever do without you.”

“I would wager you would probably be dead,” Tara assessed. “But thankfully you do have me and your partner to make sure you don’t put yourself into parrel ever again.”

“Indeed,” Gale said turning back to Finley, his eyes shining. "Truly I have been blessed by the Gods this Midwinter to have you both here with me. A blessing I intend to treasure for as long as I live.” Gale kissed Finley one more time before standing once again. “This tower has never looked so lovely, but I think it is missing a little something.” He snapped his fingers and suddenly the ceiling was decorated with a smattering of sparkling stars and galaxies.

“Wow,” Finley sighed in amazement, watching the stars and galaxies as they swirled, “you really haven’t lost your touch darlin’.”

Gale grinned as he gave a little bow. “And now for my next trick, I will make us a Midwinter feast fit for royalty, followed by wine and a warm fire to warm ourselves by. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Finley answered, sharing a happy look with a very satisfied tressym.

[moonlightazriel]

The 10 things I hate about you /// A Nessian Fic

Summary: He clouded her mind and made a permanent home in her thoughts even if they were filled with the reasons why she should hate him.

Warnings: Angst, fluff and some smut

Word Count: 2,4K

Notes: This gift exchange was such a fun thing to do, this is my gift to @c-e-d-dreamer, she was so nice to me, she answered my never ending questions and helped me make this, this was made with love and from the bottom of my heart, I really hope that she and y’all enjoy this as much as I did. Thank you @acotargiftexchange for this amazing event. Happy holidays to her and each one of you.

Main Masterlist

Nesta has always been an strong and independent woman, after everything she’s been through she learned to survive, she would do all in her power to prevent being hurt ever again. The ruin of her family, her sister being taken away, the cauldron and the war, those things devastated and broke her, but the most terrifying thing was how her heart would easily beat faster to a certain Illyrian general. Her thoughts would always be filled with him, and she liked to count the reasons why she hated him.

1- His eyes:

The first time he showed up at her door, Nesta took notice of his eyes, how they would glow like melted gold as the sun light shone upon him, staring at her soul and marking themselves at her memory, that night she dreamed of them, the beautiful hazel pair of eyes looking at her with the love she craved so much yet pretended that she didn’t needed. It was his eyes that she’d seek that day, when they dragged her to her fate, she saw the pain of the broken promise, she saw the sorrow and the conflict of wanting to save her and kill all those males who dared touch her. Nesta tried so hard to convince herself that he wasn’t important but at the same time, when things would get complicated and she felt like loosing her sanity, it was the hazel eyes of Cassian that she would look at and find comfort in. Nesta hated how he looked at her like she was worth it, like she was more than the small and damaged shadow of what she used to be, like she deserved love and there was hope for her. She hated even more how just by looking at him in the eyes, she would get convinced that maybe there was another way for her out of the darkness, because even if she hated to admit, those hazel eyes were the light in the end of the tunnel.

2- His kindness:

Nesta watched from afar, as Cassian helped train the priestesses, her eyes scanning how he would make sure that the females were comfortable, keeping his distance and only approaching them after asking for their permission, she knew how those poor females were harmed by man and how horrified they were of them, her heart squeezed a little as she saw how Cassian would smile at them, the friendly smile to show them that he didn’t mean no harm, she would sit and watch as everyday he made sure to be nothing but kind to them, his gentle nature making the females open up to him. Nesta hated how easily Cassian made people trust him, he always knew what to say and how to act, he didn’t need to push people away, he was just like the sun, people naturally gravitated towards him, she hated how he would always help the others without even care if he was going to put himself in danger, his bravery was endearing, Nesta hated to admit that it was at him that she looked when she would think of becoming a better version of herself, how she would enjoy being courageous and kind just like him was to every being in his life.

3- His boldness:

He was never afraid to speak his mind, even his dirtiest thoughts would get out there for everyone to hear, so Nesta wasn’t surprised when he started to joke about the two of them sharing a bed, Rhysand decided that it was time for her to go on a mission and they ended up on a old and dusty inn, the place barely had space for Cassian’s enormous body, his wings confined in the tight space, while he complained.

“Too big for this space?” Nesta’s sarcastic voice was close to him, he turned to her, their bodies touching too much to her liking.

“Nah, I’m used to my big things confined in small spaces.” His voice was low and dangerous as he looked down, to his own pants and Nesta groaned, really annoyed at his behavior.

“Don’t even think that we’re sharing this bed, you won’t get close to me.” She said getting ready to get the bed all to herself.

“My dear, I won’t force you to share a bed, when we finally share a bed, it won’t be in this awful place, you deserved better than this when you’re screaming my name.” He smirked and Nesta hated how she felt the heat getting to her cheeks and down her body, she hated how he had this kind of power to get under her skin with just words, she hated more the fact that she secretly waited for the day he would do everything he said to her.

4- His affection:

She stood still, her heart beating faster as Cassian stood in front of her, his thumb caressing her lower lip as he looked at her with adoration, his lips inches from her, she wanted to kiss him, Nesta considered her a selfish person sometimes, what was wrong about being selfish one more time?

“You’re so beautiful.” He looked at her lips, the pang in her chest harder than before, Nesta didn’t knew what she had done to deserve his affection, to deserve him. She gave in, her head inclining against his as their lips met, his lips were soft, just like she had imagined and he knew what he was doing, his large hands pressing her hips as she melted in his arms, the never ending thoughts finally getting quiet as she lost herself in him, happily humming against him, she dreamed about this for so long and her mind wasn’t capable of making him justice. The kiss got more desperate, more hungry and Nesta hated that her mind screamed at her, telling her to stop, foolishly trying to protect her stupid heart, and she hated even more when her hands pushed him away, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his gaze filled with lust staring at her while she ran away. She was always a logical person, but for once she wished to follow her heart.

5- His hair:

Cassian showed up in the dining room, his wet dark locks framing his face, Nesta couldn’t help but look at him, how the dark hair complimented his face, she loved when he would wear it in a bun, with some loose strands on the sides of his face, she hated how when she couldn’t sleep, late at night, she would think of him, his head laying peacefully on her chest while she rushed her fingers through his hair, the soft waves caressing her fingers, she would thought of sitting with him, braiding his hair, intertwining the strands one by one, creating braid after braid, she imagined herself helping him washing it, how she would pour water on his head and clean the dirt off of it, she hated herself for imagining her finger grabbing harshly at the obsidian locks, while his face would be buried between her legs as he ate her out, the disheveled hair as they made love thorough the night. She hated how she would fantasize if their kids would have her blonde boring hair or they would inherit their father’s beautiful and soft hair. She would give everything to just lay down and play with his hair, her heart silently pleading for it as she tried to shut this silly desire deep down with the other conflicted feelings she had for him.

6- His worry:

Nesta felt her limbs freezing, her whole body shaking, the cold winds of the Illyrian mountains weren’t merciful on her skinny body, Cassian was looking at her, his eyes filled with worry that she would freeze to death, he tried lightning the fire pit, but the horror on Nesta’s face stopped him, even if Nesta never openly told him why she would rather die than hearing the crackling of the fire, Cassian knew that she would get haunted by the memories of her father being killed in front of her, and he would never do that to her on purpose, but he couldn’t think of a way of warming her, at least not a way that wouldn’t make her bash his head with a rock but he needed to try, so he suggested that maybe they should sleep together to keep each others alive. To Nesta’s distaste, she wasn’t able to hide the satisfied sound that came from her mouth when Cassian’s hot body held her’s, the warmth more than welcome, soothing the throbbing pain in her articulations, and making her lips going back to normal, the blue shade fading slowly as she crawled into his chest. She hated how he would always worry about her, treating her like she needed to be taken care, giving her food, giving her comfort and reassurance when she didn’t even ask, she hated even more how she liked to be taken care by him.

7- His hands:

Nesta decided that she wasn’t obligated to do all that Cassian said, so she decided to sit and watch as he trained alone, she crossed her arms and pretended to be bored as her eyes wandered all over his body, stopping at his hands that grabbed firmly on the swords he was spinning, her thoughts traveling to a more darker place than she intended. She hated how she would think of those exact same hands grabbing her tights, while his lips leave marks on her neck and she tried to hide her moans, she thought of these hands undressing her, piece by piece while he worshipped her body, those hands traveling down and getting in between her legs, opening them and rubbing circles on the part that would pulse for him, throbbing with desperate need for him. Her thoughts were cut off by the loud laughter leaving his lips as he nodded his head, a smirk on his face, and once again she hated how every time she would be with someone it was him that she thought about, he was the desire of her fantasies and she hated him so much for it.

8- His intelligence:

Cassian was a funny male, he would easily laugh of the most simple things possible, people would always mistake this as ignorance, but to Nesta, Cassian was one of the smartest person she knew, he precisely knew everything about weapons, fighting and war strategies. He was teaching the valkyries some kind of elaborated training method and Nesta was paying attention to everything he was saying, he answered every question and knew everything. Nesta hated how people would disdain him, treat him less than he was, she hated how he had to prove himself every damn time, because every time someone looked at him, they would think of him as just another dumb brute. Nesta often would sit and pay attention to what he said, the way his lips curved when he talked about something he liked, the way his eyes would light up when he talked about fighting methods, she would gladly listen to him for hours if this meant that she would learn something from him, she hated to think that he may felt less because of the way people treated him, so she always made sure to let him know, in her weird and aggressive way, that she appreciated him.

9- His personality:

Cassian was soft, gentle, kind, funny and a good male, Nesta learned all of that by watching him closely, seeing every bit of his bright personality, she hated how he was the completely opposite of her, Nesta was dark, broken, wrong, something changed in her after drowning in the cauldron, she could feel the burning rage running in her veins, but the fear in her soul was even stronger, she was afraid of looking in the mirror and not recognizing who she was anymore, she was afraid of open up to people and see them deciding that she was too damaged to be saved, she was so afraid of everything she had become that she stopped trying to heal, she stopped to feel and to let people in, but it wasn’t in Cassian’s mind to give up on her, his persistent personality making him try again, and again, getting even closer than before every time she would push him away. Nesta hated that he wouldn’t leave her alone, she didn’t need him, she wanted to be by herself and sink into the void in her chest, that’s what she deserved, but Cassian was always there with a warm smile to her, and with that, she decided that she hated even more the thought of not having him there, trying to get her out of her shell, trying to make her alive again, she didn’t know what would be left of her if he gave up on her, but thankfully to her, it wasn’t like Cassian’s to back up from a challenge.

10- His love:

She knew, she notice how he would look at her, how the house would always give her, her favorite tea, she knew that it wasn’t the house when she caught him one day, asking for Azriel’s help to teach him how to make tea, she never knew what love looked like, Thomas never loved her, her father never loved her and she didn’t make it easy for her sisters to love her, but why did she felt deep down her that everything he did for her was out of love!? Something told her that when Cassian would defend her from the others, telling that she wasn’t a bad person and she was just lost, it was because he loved her, him volunteering to teach her was because he loved her, him supporting her idea and helping her recruiting the priestess was because he loved her, she knew that every time he looked at her, his eyes were full of love, desire, affection, caring and worry about her, she knew because she loved him, he disarmed her defenses, broke her walls and marched straight to her heart, dominating and claiming her heart like the general he was. And that frightened her, Nesta felt afraid that she would ruin the only good thing that has ever happened to her, she showed him nothing but hate because she loved him too much for her own good, but Nesta was tired of hating so much, and for once she allowed this awful thoughts to go away while she would think about a new future, a future filled with hope and happiness, mate or not, Nesta was ready to fight for the life she wanted, and that life was by the side of the man she loved so dearly.

[ragewerthers]

Mission: Yuletide

Summary: While decorating the house for Christmas, Loid and Yor discuss some of their childhood holiday traditions. When Loid mentions trying to make the season extra special by dressing up as Santa for Anya, Yor decides Loid may need to practice on one very important laugh.

A/n: Merry Christmas @soft-tk-fluff!!! 😊 I'm your secret santa this year and I hope that you enjoy this Spy X Family fic! Hopefully it brings you some holiday laughs and you can enjoy their shenanigans and all the fluff they deserve! And I'd also like to thank @hypahticklish for hosting this wonderful event this year and for making things run smoothly and checking in on us! Merry Christmas to you too, my friend!

Word Count: 2414

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The enticing scent of cinnamon, brown sugar and peppermint was already starting to permeate the apartment from the cookies and cocoa Loid had set out on the kitchen table.

Operation: Yuletide was finally commencing and Loid knew that he wanted… no… he needed everything to be perfect.  Creating Christmas magic for his family would definitely help keep everyone happy and thus would keep his other endeavor, Operation Strix, safely on track.

“Loid-san can you pass me some of the candy canes?” Yor asked, drawing Loid from his thoughts as he stood in front of the newly erected Christmas tree.

“Oh!  Of course.  Here.  I got both Spearmint and Peppermint ones,” he offered with a soft smile, passing the boxes over to her and watching her eyes light up at the sight of the candy.

“Miss Anya is going to love them!  She was just telling me yesterday how much she was looking forward to helping decorate the Christmas tree tonight!” Yor said gently, setting the boxes of candy canes next to the tote of baubles, tinsel and lights nearby.

While Anya was away at school finishing up before Christmas break, Loid had decided it wouldn’t hurt to get started decorating the apartment with Yor.  It would also allow him to gauge her own feelings on the holiday and ensure she too was feeling that merry Christmas spirit he was looking to bring out in everyone. “DId you and your brother enjoy decorating when you were younger?” Loid asked offhandedly as Yor moved away from the Christmas tree ornaments to start hanging garland on the mantle around their family pictures.

“Oh yes!  It was always one of the best times!  We would put Christmas music on the radio, decorate the house and when we were done I’d sit down with Yuri and we’d write our letters to Santa.  That was always the most amusing part.  He’d get so nervous trying to figure out what to ask for!” she chuckled, turning to face Loid.  “What about yourself?  Have you always been one full of Christmas spirit?”

Loid gave a small smile at the question, trying to figure out how best to answer.

“Christmas has always been special to me in some way.  When I was younger I was like your brother.  I was always excited to write my letter to Santa, but I never quite knew how to compose it.  I didn’t want to seem like I was asking for too much… or like I was demanding things from him lest I get nothing but coal in my stocking.”

Yor laughed at this and shook her head.  “Well what about Miss Anya?  What are her thoughts on Santa Claus?”

Loid looked over at the envelope on the kitchen table that contained a single piece of paper that Anya had furiously been scribbling on for the better part of two days to get ‘just right’ in her own words.

“Judging by the intensity with which she wrote out her Christmas wish list, I’d say that she is firmly in the same camp as your brother and I.  Trying to find just the right words to not upset Santa,” he said with a little chuckle before shaking his head.  “But hopefully, even if she doesn’t get everything on her list, I can still make sure that this is a good Christmas for her.”

Yor’s smile grew at that and she nodded.  “I’d love to make this Christmas especially lovely for her too!  What are you planning?”

“Well… you know how we were talking about our memories of writing to Santa?  What if we took it a step further and Santa came for a visit?” he asked, the idea bouncing around in his head as he tried to plan the most effective way to bring holiday cheer.

“Oh?  You hired a professional Santa?!” Yor asked, her excitement almost palpable.  The sheer joy she seemed to be feeling only bolstered Loid’s confidence in this idea.

“No, no!  I was thinking that I could definitely pull off being Santa,” he said with a little nod, his mind already making plans on how to craft this newest idea.  He wasn’t a master of disguise for nothing and surely this would be a pinnacle for him to pull off.

However, before he could finish trying to figure out whether Santa’s gloves should be red, leather or white, his mental gymnastics were paused when he heard a little snort followed by soft giggling.

Looking over, Loid saw Yor with her head turned away from him, shoulders shaking in mirth.

“What?  What’s so funny?” he asked, both curious and perhaps a little offended.

“I… I’m so sorry, Loid-san!” she continued to giggle, wiping away a few tears of laughter.  “It’s just… there is no way you could be Santa!”

Loid actually gasped at such an accusation, his pride taking a small hit considering he was truly a genius in this particular field.

And that wasn’t hubris, that was FACT with actual results to back him up!

To be fair she had no idea of his disguise genius, but still!  The audacity!  The unmitigated gall! “I could be a great Santa!” he retorted, trying his best to not let his hurt feelings show.

Yor smiled gently at that and moved closer, a playful look on her face.  “Is that right?  How are you planning on getting a believable white beard, hmm?  And have you worked on the Santa laugh?  What about getting a belly like a bowl full of jelly?” she asked, moving to give his stomach a playful little poke.

Loid had been so focused on trying to figure out how to rebut her questions that he hadn’t been prepared for the innocent touch and thus couldn’t stop the little jolt and small huff that left him as he took a step back from the contact.

Everything in the apartment seemed to go still at that moment.

Yor’s hand was still extended and Loid could only stand there with eyes wide as his hand covered his poor stomach.

“Loid-san…”

“No.”

“But I think…”

“It’s not what you think.” “It’s better than what I think,” Yor teased, the playfulness only growing in her smile as her tone turned mischievous.  “I think I know how to help you, Loid!  I’m gonna make sure that you’ve got that Santa laugh down to a T!”

Loid could feel his heart rate start to speed up as he heard that and took a step back, then another as Yor’s eyes followed him.  Let it never be said that Agent Twilight wasn’t a brave man.  But even he had his limits to standing his ground.  

“Yor!  Yor… listen to me!” he tried to barter, watching as she slowly began to move closer and closer, her eyes instantly becoming laser focused on him.  “Y-You know… maybe a… um… a professional Santa would be per-NO!  STAY BACK!”

In a flash Yor had sprang into action and began to give chase, giving Loid only a second to turn on his heel to flee.

Thank god for his increased reflexes or she would’ve nabbed him from the start!

“Loid!  I’m only trying to help!” Yor chastised playfully as he made it around the kitchen table to put some space between them.

“I don’t need any help!  And how would this be helping?!” he asked, his eyes glancing around the room to find the perfect exit or a way to distract the woman now intent on making him a target! “The one thing that stands out about Santa the most is his laugh, Loid-san!” Yor argued lightly.  “So to make sure Miss Anya is completely positive that you are the true blue Santa we have to make your laugh perfect!  Besides, you don’t get near enough practice.  I don’t think I’ve ever really heard you laugh.”

“That’s nonsense!  Of course I’ve laughed before!  And I don’t think anyone can practice a la-NO!”

Once more, Yor was giving chase and somehow, Loid felt slower than before!  How was she so fast?!

The only chance of survival he saw was to make a mad dash for his room, but sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.

Before he could process what was happening, he found himself almost instantly rugby tackled onto his stomach on the living room sofa.  The force wasn’t as harsh as the time they’d fought for Anya in the castle, but it was still enough to momentarily shock him.

“Now, let's see how we can help our dear Loid-san!” Yor chirped above him, settling herself easily on his back as Loid attempted to wriggle his way free.

“Yor!  You really don’t have to d-do thihihis!  Ah!” Loid choked out, feeling her fingers gently skittering along his sides and instantly making him draw his arms close against himself. “What?  What was that, Loid?  Did you say something?” Yor asked, her fingers slowly starting to spider upward toward his lower ribs and making the secret agent snort against the couch cushions where he was trying to hide his face.

“N-no!  Nothihihing!” he squeaked out, already starting to feel his composure crack as Yor’s fingers continued to wriggle and circle against his lowest ribs.  Little ticklish, electric currently zipping up his spine with each brush of her fingers.

How could he have gone through so much training in interrogation, but all it was taking was a few soft, tickly touches to completely break him?!

“Uh oh!  I think I heard a little giggle in there!” Yor teased and Loid could instantly hear the fiendish older sister she probably used to be to poor Yuri. He felt a bit more sympathy for the man now.

Loid opened his mouth to try and say something eloquent enough to get him free of this debacle, but that seemed to be the opening that Yor had been waiting for. In a flash her fingers shot back down to Loids sides, her hands wiggling just slightly between him and the sofa to allow instant access to the sides of his stomach.

And Loid couldn’t hold back any longer.

“NO!  Y-Yor plehehehehease!  Stahahahahap hehehelping!” he cackled brightly, the laughter easily breaking free of his chest as he felt her fingers vibrating quickly against his poor stomach.

“There it is!  Oh Loid your laughter is so sweet!” Yor cooed above him.

Loid could feel his cheeks starting to burn almost as brightly as his blushing ears and shook his head, shimmying back and forth to try and get her tickling fingers to cease their attack.

“No it’s nahahahat!” he tried to argue through his laughter, taking a deep breath and reaching out for the arm of the sofa to try and pull himself to safety.

A horrible mistake that his tickle addled brain didn’t quite recognize until it was too late.

In a flash, Yor had moved one of her hands up and quickly began fluttering her nails right in the center of Loids exposed underarm.

The rather uncharacteristic shriek that escaped him was something he would deny until the day he died.

Unbeknownst to Yor, and something Loid had himself forgotten, was that he was horribly ticklish there and now he was paying for his earlier escape attempt.

Quickly retracting his arm, he only managed to keep her hand snuggly caught there as she continued to flutter and spider her fingers quickly against his most ticklish spot, sending the poor agent into absolute hysterics.

“NOHOHO!  I CAHAHAHAHAlN’T!  YOAHAHAHAHAR!” Loid laughed loudly, his legs kicking out behind him as Yor stayed firmly seated on his back.

“Oh Loid you were so close!  It’s ‘ho ho ho’, not ‘no no no’,” Yor teased, moving the fingers of her untrapped hand down to squeeze along his hip and make Loid snort at the newest sensation.  

“I cahahahahan’t!  I cahahan’t do ihihihihit!  I y-yeieheheheheheld!  Unhuhuhuncle!” Loid squeaked out, voice pitched higher in his laughter.

And just as quickly as the attack had happened he felt Yor’s fingers stopping their tickle attack, his body still tingling from the sensations causing him to remain in a fit of hysterical giggling.

“Oh!  Loid-san!  I-I’m so sorry!  I hope I didn’t go too far!” he heard Yor’s soft voice stuttering slightly from above him.

Shaking his head slightly he gave a tired wave of his hand as a smile still remained upon his own lips because even if she had been ruthless… did he dare think that there had been something slightly fun about all of this?

“I-It’s fine.  I promise,” he panted softly, still feeling the blush on his cheeks as he rested his face against the cool part of the sofa cushion. “A-are you sure, Loid-san?  I could get you water!  Or a cookie?  Would a cookie help?!” Yor asked, quickly getting up and rushing over to the plate of cookies that still rested on the kitchen table from earlier. Loid gave another little snort and couldn’t help laughing again as he slowly sat up.

“I promise, it’s alright, Yor.  That was… fun,” he said gently as she returned with said cookie, a soft blush on her cheeks as she sat down next to him. Seeing that she was still feeling flustered, Loid felt his expression soften as he reached over and plucked the cookie carefully from her hands.  “And… I think you really did help me find my perfect Santa laugh.  Here, what do you think?” he asked, clearing his throat and holding the cookie aloft like Hamlet would in a great Shakespearean play.  “Ho ho ho!  Merry Christmas!” he said with as much vibrato and gusto as he could. Yor instantly brought her hands up to cover her mouth, giggling softly into them at Loids ridiculous display and instantly coming back into her more relaxed state.

“Oh yes, Loid-san,” Yor said brightly as she lowered her hands, smiling softly at the agent and making Loids heart feel like it was growing three sizes bigger.  “I think you will definitely bring Miss Anya all the extra holiday spirit with your impersonation of Santa!”

Loid smiled brightly at that and nodded his appreciation, taking a bite of his Christmas cookie.

Operation: Yuletide was definitely going to be a success… but perhaps the best part of the whole plan was now knowing that even though this was for a wider cause, he was still going to bring joy to two people he cared so deeply about.

Two people who definitely deserved to feel the joy, wonder and happiness of the Christmas spirit.

[sp00kycrumpet]

Paradise (10/10)

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Rating: E

Tags: Javi is baby, fluff, holiday romance, Nick Cage is Nick Cage, reader is bilingual

Warnings: swearing

Summary: Working as Nicholas Cage's personal assistant was your favourite job; so when he asked you to accompany him to Mallorca for this birthday party he'd been invited to, you were more than happy to go. What you didn't anticipate was the host himself.

Will also be posted on my AO3

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five)

(Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine)

Hello!! Thank you so much for your support this year~~ I have a handful of more works I've been sitting on for a while (writers block, am I right?) So watch this space!! I'm open to ideas, inputs etc~

Happy Holidays and have an amazing new year! See y'all in 2024!! 💚✨

In the months that followed, you split your time between New York for work and Mallorca to see Javi. Everyone back home was an equal mix of surprised and happy when you told them of your relationship, proudly showing off photos of your gorgeous boyfriend whenever you got the opportunity. Every time you visited, Javi would spoil you with gifts and romantic dates.

But your favourite thing was to curl up on his couch together and watch movies, he always had one of your hands in his. Playing with your fingers or pressing little kisses to your knuckles. You would never grow tired of his constant physical affection, you craved it just as much as he did and you would always do the same with him. Always needing an arm around him or just to touch him in some way. Sometimes he'd still have to work while you visited, and you'd lounge around in his office with a book or doing your own work. It was getting closer to his and Nick's movie finally being made, and he was pouring over the final draft of the script one afternoon when you were over. You'd tried reading but found your gaze kept wandering over to him, the little frown between his brows as he concentrated or the way he'd absent mindedly chew on the end of his pen he was making notes with. You couldn't believe this wonderful man was all yours, it pulled a smile over your lips as you watched him. Even focussed on his work, he looked beautiful. He paused after a moment, lowering his pen like he was about to write when he spoke.

"Cariño. You're staring at me again." He muttered before glancing up to you from under his lashes. You tried to quickly hide your face in your book but he'd caught you red handed.

"Can you blame me? You look so handsome being all serious." You grinned, Javi chuckling as he shook his head. You pushed yourself up, wandering over to stand behind him before sliding your arms around his shoulders after pressing a kiss to the back of his head. He lifted a hand to rest it against your arms, his thumb stroking your skin. "You must be bored." You shook your head, resting your chin lightly against the top of his head.

"I could watch you for hours. But I don't want to keep distracting you… I might go take a bath." You hummed, Javi making a noise of agreement, clearly lost in his reading again. You smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Yeah, I'm going to go do that then I'll make dinner for us okay?" Javi leaned back against you, tilting his head as you ducked down to rest your head against his shoulder.

"That sounds wonderful. I'm sorry I'm so distracted today, Nick wants this back by the end of the week so I wanted to do as much as possible so I can give you the attention you deserve." You grinned and pressed a kiss to his neck before pulling away to head out of the room.

"Don't worry. I'll be back in a bit, okay?" Javi nodded a little, disappearing back into the script.

"Okay. Love you." He muttered before you both froze, the words hanging in the air. You paused with your hand on the door handle. It was the first time either of you had said those words, and it was so casual and natural. You turned to look at him, Javi staring up at you with wide eyes. Almost looking terrified that you'd bolt from the room, never to return after he said it.

"What was that?" You asked, Javi swallowing and looking as nervous as the day you'd first kissed. His lips moved but words failed him momentarily.

"I'm sorry. I-It just -" You cut him off before he could ramble through an apology and excuse.

"Say it again." Was all you said, Javi taking a breath as he watched you. Your heart was doing somersaults in your chest, you knew you loved him but was always worried it might be too soon to say it. You'd added it to the end of numerous texts before deleting it out of fear he wasn't there yet.

"I love you." He breathed, that nervous energy radiating off of him as you moved closer to him. His eyes stayed glued to you as you stood in front of him, your hands reached out to cup his face in them and a smile broke out across your lips. You could see the worry in his eyes, how his mind would be frantically trying to pull the words together to explain himself or prepare for you saying something bad. But you just leaned down and pressed your lips against his tenderly. His shoulders finally relaxed as he reached for you and gently pulled you into his lap.

"You're not freaked out?" He asked when you leaned back, brushing your fingers through his messy hair. You shook your head.

"No, because I absolutely, undoubtedly love you too." He grinned at you, peppering kisses all over your face.

"Thank God. I was scared for a moment there, I think my heart actually stopped!" He laughed, holding you close. His work and your bath were forgotten for now as you kissed him.

"Say it again." You mumbled against his lips, Javi grinning.

"I love you. Te amo." He repeated it over and over, switching between English and Spanish as he often did, pressing kisses to your lips between each admission.

"I love you so much Javi." He grinned, cuddling you against his chest with a content sigh.

Once the movie was finally started, Javi came to stay in New York. At first he'd booked into a hotel, but that proved a waste of money when most nights he'd end up in your bed. So you surprised him by giving him a key to your apartment and told him to just stay there. It felt so nice to come home and find him there, or to see his shoes by yours at the door. Simple domestic touches that made you fall in love with him over and over again. As the movie gained attention, so did Javi. People were curious about Nicholas Cage's new best friend, his social media exploded with followers and companies wanting to work with him after Nick had informally introduced him to the world and convinced Javi to do a few interviews. He ended up doing a couple of photoshoots with brands who wanted to work with him, the internet loved him. He wasn't an actor but his charm and handsome looks meant he built up a fanbase, people were stopping him in the street for photos or to just talk to him. The world loved him. He was so open and honest constantly, even down to talking candidly about how he and Nick only met because Javi was such a fanboy and had invited him to his birthday party. That and the fact that he was so honest about your relationship. In numerous interviews, he'd gush about how Nick had made so many of his dreams come true - including finally finding true love. You'd been caught in photos with Nick in the past, being his assistant meant you were often at most events he attended; so it didn't take fans long to work out you were Javi's true love he so often spoke of. Twitter almost exploded when Javi finally created an Instagram account and his first post was a photo of the two of you at his birthday party alongside a photo of you both on a date night at his compound. It was crazy but Javi was loving it, despite constantly being nervous about events or interviews - he found it was actually fun.

The night of the premier though, Javi was so nervous he couldn't eat. He paced your apartment, calling Nick to check everything was ready to go and trying to calm his nerves. He looked so handsome in his black suit, he'd cut his hair but it still had its unruly curls that added to his look. He was standing in the living room, fiddling with his tie when you emerged from the bedroom.

"Javi, you look incredible, stop fussing." You chuckled softly, pausing to lean against the counter to pull your heels on. He turned to face you and paused, just watching you as you stood up straight and smoothed your hands over your dress. You looked up and blinked at the fact that he was staring.

"Do I look okay…?" You asked, glancing down at the floor length dress you'd bought. It was sleek with slender straps over your shoulders and a slit in the skit that stopped about midthigh on the left side. A classic red carpet dress.

"Okay? You look absolutely breathtaking." Javi replied, momentarily forgetting his nerves as he stepped closer to you. Even now, you still got shy over the way he looked at you with so much love and adoration. His hands came to rest on your waist as he pulled you close, whispering words of adoration in Spanish before he kissed your lips. You grinned and leaned into him, sliding your hands up his chest.

"Javi. We have to go soon." He pouted softly, nudging his nose cutely against your iaw.

"I'm too nervous. Can't we stay here and go after?" You chuckled, his fingers squeezing your waist subtly. Javi was already very physically affectionate, but when his nerves got the better of him, it made his need for physical affection stronger. A few times you'd almost missed interviews because that need had turned into something more.

"Javier Gutierrez. You'll be the death of me." You teased as he peppered little kisses along your bare shoulder. "You've worked so hard on this movie, you can't miss the premier." He huffed out a sigh and opted to just nuzzle his face against your neck. "You'd think with how much literally everyone adores you, you'd be insanely confident. But you're still my shy Javi. And I love that about you. Sometimes though, we have to put on a brave face and just do it." He nodded, lifting his head to look at you. He knew you were right but he was still nauseatingly nervous.

"Thank you for coming with me." You shook your head, carefully smoothing your fingers through his styled hair.

"Admittedly, I used to daydream about walking the red carpet. But actually doing it, is quite nerve wracking. But we have each other for support. We got this." Javi smiled softly, watching you before he stepped back and held out a hand to you.

"Let's go. Before my nerves get the better of me." You smiled, sliding your hand into his with a hum in your throat.

The red carpet was more intimidating once you stood at the end of it. You tried to hang back a bit but Javi insisted you were in the photos with him, your heart was pounding so loud that you could barely hear the press yelling for you both to look their way but Javi's hand against your lower back kept you grounded. Your favourite photo from the night was one where the two of you were looking up at each other and smiling, it was one taken when you were both arriving to the after-party before Javi's interview with Vanity Fair and they'd used it as the main photo on their article as well. You were living in a beautiful dream you never wanted to wake up from, as long as Javi was by your side, you were happy.

[potionsprefect]

Countdown

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 613

Summary: Victoria and Ethan count down the New Year in Dagger Mountain

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

For @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday Event 2022

Dagger Mountain was a place that bustled with people almost constantly but in a quiet spot that overlooked the snowy scenery, Ethan and Victoria Ramsey found themselves all alone.

It was their first New Year’s Eve as husband and wife and they had come to the wintry spot in New Hampshire to celebrate the upcoming year.

“As much as I love that we are alone, I would’ve thought this spot would have more people in it.” Ethan laughed.

Victoria stood up from her seat on the bench and walked to Ethan’s side. “Maybe those people have found where the party is. Whereas we are having our own party here.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Hrm. I suppose that makes sense.”

“Talking sense is one of my many talents. Amongst other things.” Victoria whispered the last part in his ear.

Ethan leaned in to kiss her but Victoria held back, teasing him as her lips hovered over his.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” Ethan asked.

“I’m waiting till midnight which is in…” Victoria grabbed her phone. “Three minutes.”

“So we can’t kiss before then?”

“Well we could.” Victoria shrugged, amusement in her eyes. “But if we start kissing, knowing us we won’t stop. And we’ll miss it turning midnight.”

“And it we start kissing it will lead to other activities.” Ethan grinned.

“Precisely. And out here is not the best place.”

Ethan laughed. “That’s never stopped you and I before.” He began whispering all the public places in her ear.

“And some of them we nearly got caught. Yet you didn’t seem bothered.” Victoria replied.

“I was too busy focusing on my gorgeous wife to care. Especially when you were wearing that gorgeous bikini.”

“It was a good one wasn’t it?” Victoria laughed.

“The best.” Ethan grinned.

The giant speaker down near the front started the New Year’s countdown.

10

“This is it. Any last thoughts on this year?” Victoria looked up at her husband.

9

8

“Just that it was the best year ever. And 2023 can only get better.” Ethan smiled.

7

6

“With you by my side, I have no doubt that it will.” Victoria said.

5

4

“Happy New Year Victoria.”

3

2

“Happy New Year Ethan.”

1

The couple kissed just as the first firework exploded above them. They held each other close, tongues dancing amongst each other.

When they finally broke for air, there were multiple fireworks lighting up the sky above them.

“What a way to start the year.” Ethan took her hand.

“Indeed. And I have a surprise for you.” Victoria lead him back down to the main part of the complex.

“Does it involve you, me and our bed?” Ethan chuckled.

“That’s part two. This is part one.” Victoria led him into one of the buildings.

“Happy New Year you two!” Rodney handed Ethan and Victoria a glass of champagne.

“What’s all this?” Ethan turned to Victoria.

“A little surprise for my hardworking husband.” Victoria directed him to the quiet alcove by the window.

“You didn’t need to.”

“Yes I did. You deserve to be spoilt too. Rodney put the “cleaning in progress” sign outside the door. He says we can stay for as long as the fireworks keep going.” Victoria smiled.

“You’re amazing Mrs Ramsey.” Ethan smiled putting an arm around Victoria.

“I’m alright.”

“You’re more than that. Thank you.” Ethan pressed a kiss to her lips.

As the New Year rang in around them, the couple stayed wrapped in each other, celebrating the New Year in their own way.

If every New Year was as magical as this one, then Ethan and Victoria always had something to look forward to.

Happy New Year everyone! Hope 2023 is good to you! 💕

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