#helpful that it's the holiday times as well but shhh

[wispurring-moss]

not me about to drop $70 on preordering the entire set of Sin symbols enamel pins bc i was losing my mind over them since the moment i saw them glowing on the court doors lmaoooooo

[r4fe-cam3ron]

𓍯 ִֶָ FEBRUARY FIFTH; side b — nothing can change this love - sam cooke | divorced dad!e. munson x reader

w; flangst(?) mostly angst who am i kidding, divorced parents core — except they get along, both are still in love!!!! an; when i saw this picture, i knew i had to use it plus add a scene about how eddie was holding r like that </3 actually enjoyed this one:,)

mixtape here!

“Baby, be careful!” You call out to the running girl with pigtails. She easily hops over the building her brother had left spread out on the floor while he uses the bathroom. 

She opens the door, squeaking when she sees Eddie — a daddy’s girl, for sure. Eddie chuckles and picks her up from the porch. “You gotta listen to mommy, Parker. And it’s cold out, where’s your shoes?” 

You glance at Eddie when he steps in, but look away quickly. He shuts the door behind himself, pulling the beanie from his head. He glances at you. “You look nice.” 

It’s just something you threw on for dinner, and a quick makeup look so Parker and Colin weren’t in the living room by themselves too long. “Thanks. You do too.” You nod. 

He gives a tight smile, before looking at Parker. “And look at you! Are you ready to go out for dinner?” 

“Yes!” She claps. Eddie chuckles softly. 

“Did you and your brother pick a restaurant yet?” 

She grins and swings her feet. “Enzo’s,” Eddie groans playfully. “Daddy! It’s yummy! And they have noodles!” Her tiny hands press against his cold cheeks. 

“Okay…Okay, but next time mommy gets to pick. You both have picked that out four times in a row.”

Both Eddie and yourself had agreed to do dinners together on weekends and holidays — even including valentine’s day. Eddie was hesitant, but you were insistent on the kids knowing that you both could still get along, even under the circumstances. 

He eventually agreed. 

He knew it would be hard to go through a dinner with his family, as if it were like old times, because…well, he still loves you deeply. 

Colin finally hops off the last step and begins picking up his toys. You smile and kneel down to help. “Thanks for picking up, love.” 

Colin smiles and nods, sliding the box back into its place. “Alright, shoes! Where are they?” Eddie begins to turn animatedly, making Parker laugh and quickly hold onto the leather jacket he was wearing. 

“There!” She points quickly. Eddie lets out a playful breath. 

“Thank goodness.” He steps over and grabs her little hi-top converse before walking towards the couch and plopping down. 

“I’m going to go touch up a bit and slip my shoes on.” 

Eddie looks over at you quickly, nodding as he gives you a small smile. “Yeah. That’s fine.” 

You nod and walk towards the steps. Eddie looks back at Parker’s shoe, a frown now pulling at his lips. “You okay, daddy?”

Eddie quickly peeks up at the girl. He stares at her for a moment. She’d gotten his hair — wild curls, a deep brown, but her face was yours. He smiles softly, pushing a strand of hair from her long lashes nodding. 

“I’m okay, baby,” He then looks over at Colin once he finishes and pulls him close, giving him a hug. “How was school? You give Kacey that—”

“Shhh!” Colin quickly shushes Eddie. Eddie’s eyes widened slightly. “Mama doesn’t know.” He whispers. 

“Oh, right,” Eddie winces as he nods. “Sorry, bud. But, how was school?” He lifts his brows. Did you give that Valentine's card to Kacey? It’s a silent question that Colin picks up on quickly. 

Colin grins then. “Good.” He nods. I did. She looooved it. 

Eddie snorts a bit, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, standing. “Alright. You wanna get in the car? That way we can leave when mom gets finished?” 

They both agree and quickly walk towards the coatrack. Eddie stands from the couch. “We’ll be outside warming up the car!” He calls out. 

“Alright! I’ll be finished in a second!” 

Leaving it at that, Eddie and the kids head to the car. He’s quick to turn on the heat before buckling in both of them, slipping into the car. 

You finally slip into the passenger seat, quickly buckling up. “Sorry.” 

Eddie looks at you, the words he wants to say escaping him for a moment when he does. You look too beautiful — and it literally takes away his breath. He gulps quietly, blinking. You let out a small sigh, glancing back at Parker and Colin before looking over at Eddie. “You okay?” 

He stares for a moment long before shaking his head. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s go.” 

You frown, watching as he backs out of the driveway quickly. 

—

“Thanks for helping me carry them in.” You hang up the kids coats that Eddie brings down the stairs. 

He nods, watching as you slip off your heels, kicking them over to the coffee table as he slips his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. Of course.”

You step into the kitchen. “You want a drink?” You grab a wine glass, holding it up and shaking it. 

It’s a bad idea, but he nods and slips off his jacket. You grab an extra one and the wine, walking back into the living room. 

“Oh, drinking in the living room, huh?” He walks over and sits by you with a small smirk. You roll your eyes and hand him a glass. 

“It’s a holiday.” 

You just really didn’t feel like sitting at a table again. Eddie snorts and allows his arm to lay across the back of the couch, taking a sip. You're silent for a moment, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Would you…want to dance?” He asks quietly. 

You look over at him. “You hate dancing.” 

He winces a bit at all the times you’d asked him to dance with you, yet, he’d always find excuses — finally landing on I hate dancing, you know that as a ‘reason’. 

Now he wants to dance with you — even if it’s only this once. 

“It’s a holiday.” He places the cup down, walking towards the radio that you had set up next to a chair. He flips through a couple of channels, pausing as Sam Cooke’s ‘Nothing Can Change This Love’ starts to play. He gulps a bit, eyes glancing back at you. 

You stare at the radio as it begins to play — your wedding playing in the forefront of your mind, the same melody playing out. 

You finally look up at Eddie when his hand is outstretched for yours. Sitting the wine down, you slip your hand into his as he pulls you from the couch, walking towards the dim part of the room. 

“We don’t—”

“Be quiet.” He mutters. You nod, allowing yourself to slide your hands up his biceps. He’d been working out a tiny bit — you could tell. He’d cut his hair after the second month of the divorce. You felt a twinge of sadness when he showed up to pick up the kids that day. 

His hands pull you close, resting on your sides as they slowly wrap around — his left hand sliding up between your shoulder blades. 

One hand lingers on his bicep while the other has a mind of its own, sliding upwards as it rests on the back of his neck. You sway with him, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his cheek. 

He tilts his head a bit, gripping you softly. Your nose nudges the underside of his jaw, eyes slipping closed as your heart feels as if it’s breaking in your chest. 

Your chin quivers, body moving closer as you wrap both arms around his neck now, a hand resting in his curls. His brows pinch together, tightening his grip on you, this time not releasing. He doesn’t know if you feel uncomfortable, but he won’t pull away until you ask him too. 

He’s holding you as if you’d slip away. He doesn’t want to lose you a second time. 

His nose presses against your temple when his lips brush over your cheekbone. “Do you want me to—”

Your own grip tightens and he feels a tear drop onto his neck. “No. No, please don’t let me go,” You whisper, your voice cracking as you speak. “Please.” The hand on the back of his head even tightens slightly. 

You’d both stop moving, now only swaying in place. Eddie nods, trying to bring you closer if he could — he wanted to melt into you. But he couldn’t, so this would have to suffice. Your chest heaves against his with panicked breaths. 

“It’s okay…Breathe…breathe for me, sweetheart. I’m not letting you go,” He presses his lips to your cheek softly. “I’m not. It’s okay. I’m here.” He whispers. 

You nod your head a bit jerkily against his shoulder, your hand gripping at his shirt, wrinkling the material. Eddie didn’t care — if it was something to ground yourself, to make sure you know he’s still there with you, that he’s not letting go, he’d let you do whatever. 

He pushes away the hair that covers your face without pulling his face away from yours, holding the back of your neck. 

“I’m here. I’m not letting you go.” He whispers. 

𓍯 ִֶָ tags; @ali-r3n — @marchsfreakshow — @sstar-ggirl — @love-quinn

𓍯 ִֶ thank you for reading! comments, reblogs, & feedback are welcome & greatly appreciated!

[ant0nsfirstluv]

Spending Winter Break/Christmas with Riize Headcanons

Merry Christmas Eve Briizes 😛

Warnings : None

More Under The Cut !!

Shotaro:

Takes you on a holiday vacation back to his birth place Kanagawa!!! and spend some time in Shibuya as well

Rents out a beautiful mini house for you and him to stay in together during the vacation, it would be too cute and have a nice view

Perhaps even coming with a personal onsen

Would take you to multiple winter festivals and winter firework shows buying you whatever treats and charms you’d like

PICTURE TIMEEEE does whatever to make the pics perfect with the right ambience

When Christmas finally hits you two would finally exchange gifts I like to think he’d get you a nice bracelet since I’ve seen him wear his own a couple times :))

MORE PICTURES .

Eunseok

I see a chill but memorable Christmas with him, you two doing cute activities like building gingerbread houses and making ornaments

definitely not laughing at how your gingerbread house looks (he is AND is taking pics to show the gc) but helps you fix it after 😭

Once you both finish building the gingerbread house he’d just hold your hand and feed you the left over candy and gingerbread

he loves horror movies so he’d probably would want to watch a Christmas based horror movie instead of just a regular one like Krampus or something

pretends to not care about you wanting to stay up Christmas Eve but will keep slightly shaking you awake once you start dosing off before the clock hits 12

Randomly took your hair and adds a christmas themed ribbon to it (when he did it, you have no clue)

Sungchan

drives you around to look at the pretty lights and attractions Christmas Eve, even letting you get out the car and take pictures together at certain winter attractions

gives you a gift a day early because he can’t help but show you one of the things he got you already (a nice little necklace with your initial mayhaps)

doesn’t let you show him his gift early because shhh the Christmas spirit 🤫 but then caves in letting you tell him what you got him

takes you (his pretty luh lady) out for a nice dinner at one of your favorite restaurants to eat at

gets you two the picture worthy seasonal christmas deserts once you two are done eating the main course even sharing some of his with you

Insta posts dedicated to spending the holidays with you once you two’s day is through of course

Wonbin

Christmas shopping with him for days upon days upon days before the actual day. You two practically have a summary of what you have gotten each other 😭

would randomly ask you about your measurements and sizes over and over just to be sure the clothes + jewelry he got you is the right fit ( “Hey what’s your shoe size again.” … “Wonbin you asked this earlier.” …. “…But are you sure-” “ Yes”. )

plays you some Christmas/winter songs on his guitar when you both end up dozing off not being able to show and exchange gifts till the morning

You alr know he’s posting a Christmas photo dump showing off the jewelry/earrings you two got each other

Watches Christmas movies with you, talks about how crazy home alone is and how he’d set up the traps if he was the kid or get in the house as the burglar 😭

Seunghan

he would not budge about your present and would have you actually wait until 12am or Christmas Day morning to open it oh my god 😭 but only because it’s v special

once he realized the tradition behind mistletoes he’d order one online just to randomly lift it above you two so you can give him a little kiss FOR FREEEEEE whenever

shows you “christmas themed snack recipes” from tiktok for you two to try (it was toooo difficult and you both gave up and ordered some chicken in)

I can’t get over the gamer Seunghan agenda he’d most def show you all the Christmas themed skins he got recently (maybe even bought you some skins if you play the same games)

once it’s finally 12 he’d finally show you your gift and he’d probably give something super personal that he’d know only you’d want to have

Sohee

KARAOKEEEEE bye you two would be swinging together singing alll the Christmas songs even the corny ones that you’d hear in the mall/ads

you two would probably play music the entire day in general, not just holiday hits but you two’s favorite songs as well and would just sing and dance together

sohee has said before he thinks it’s funny to give someone a useless gift so he’d probably have one gift that’s just a random strange item for jokes

BUT ofc he’d have an actual meaningful gift for you (but he’s most definitely giving you the useless one first just to see your reaction)

would have you two go out in hoodies + comfy clothes to get some small little deserts for you guys to eat Christmas Day at a mini mart

Anton

we already know Anton is always online and always planning so he’d have a bunch of ideas and once again an itinerary of what you guys will do this christmas break

SIGHT SEEING ! maybe he’d take you home to jersey to walk through certain streets and plazas to see the lights and snowmen holding hands, If you got too cold (because it can get cold as hell in jersey 😭) he’d bring an extra thicker jacket in his tote bag just in case + let you keep your hand in his coat pocket

MATCHING/COORDINATING CHRISTMAS PAJAMAS he’d have you guys make Christmas tiktoks to keep for himself to watch whenever you two are apart

make a snowman and snow angels with him ommlll it’d be funny how large his angel would be in comparison to yours 😭

depending on how longgg you two have been together he might even take you to meet the fam in jersey and spend the holidays with them too

the gift he’d have for you would be so expensive and would be something that he remembered being associated with your favorite things + hobbies

[fandomcentralsposts]

Steve hasn't celebrated Christmas properly for many years because his parents are never home, and if they do show, it'll be a few days before, and they don't usually stay for new years. Because of this, Steve no longer has the urge to put up decorations. He doesn't bother with Christmas dinners or ugly sweaters or any usual traditions. But deep down, he loves Christmas. The lights, the trees, music, and snow are something a part of him still looks forward to every year he just knows he'll probably be spending it alone. Until he dates Nancy and the Wheelers, let him join them for Christmas and the years after Dustin and his mother would welcome him, although at times he felt like he was imposing he felt grateful he also made sure he bought presents for everyone all the kids and Nancy, Johnathan and eventually Robin he would also help cook for whoever he was staying with he wanted to make sure he was the perfect house guest so he would be invited back next year.

When he and Eddie started dating, Steve half expected he would be invited over at Christmas. Their relationship was going strong they were attached at the hip, and Wayne was very tolerant of them, and he seemed to like him, so he was hoping it would be offered. Except it wasn't November came and left, then it was December 1st, then 4th, then 8th, then 16th, and Eddie hadn't said anything. Which was fine. Christmas is a family thing, after all, and they had been dating for only 4 months. However, Robin and her family were going out of town this year, and Dustin and his mother were hosting his Aunt and Grandma and Steve didn't want to take up anymore space but he couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of rejection and grimacing at the idea of spending Christmas alone in his quiet, dark house.

On the 23rd of December, Steve was sitting in his room. Robin had already left, and family video had closed for the holidays, and Steve figured he shouldn't bother Eddie since it was so close to Christmas. He tried to distract himself by reading a book, wrapping presents he would give out on boxing day, but there was only so much he could do before his mind drifted back, too, his depressing reality. Just as Steve thought about pulling back the covers and spending the next 2 days in bed, the doorbell rang. He went downstairs and opened the door to reveal his boyfriend smiling widely at him.

"Eddie! Hi, I didn't know you were coming over, " Steve said, letting him in.

"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you, baby," Eddie said, stepping through the front door and kissing Steve on the cheek. "I have your christmas present"

Steve glanced at the poorly wrapped box Eddie was gripping with excitement.

"Oh Ed's you didn't have to-"

"Shhh, of course I had too it's Christmas, and you're my boyfriend now where is your tree?" Eddie said, venturing into the living room

"Um..." Steve trailed off suddenly embarrassed by the lack of decoration.

"Wow, you've left decorating really late are you waiting for your parents or something?"

"T-they're not coming"

"What?"

"They're not coming back for Christmas," Steve stated

"Oh my god baby, I'm so sorry," Eddie said, placing his gift on the coffee table and giving his boyfriend a hug

"It's alright Eddie really" Steve chuckled "They haven't spent Christmas with me in years so-"

"Years?!" Eddie said, eyes widening. "So you've been by yourself every year?"

"No, Dustin and Robin have invited me over, but neither of them could this year"

"Why didn't you ask me?" Eddie said sounding a little heartbroken

"I don't know a part of me thought you might ask first and then I thought Christmas is a family thing so you probably want to be with Wayne only"

"Stevie, you are my family too. I love you," Eddie said sincerely.

Steve couldn't stop the tears from welling in his eyes the way Eddie spoke so gently and rested his palm on Steve's cheek.

"I'm sorry." Was all Steve could manage not exactly sure what he was apologising for. Eddie shushed him and cleared his throat.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie started. "Would you please make me the happiest man alive and join me and my uncle for Christmas?"

"Yes," Steve said, laughing at the end.

Eddie and Steve didn't waste a second gathering some of Steve's things, the presents he wrapped, and drove back to the trailer park. Wayne was more than happy to have Steve over for Christmas, especially since he had an extra pair of hands in the kitchen. Eddie and Steve cuddled up on the couch that evening, their mugs of hot chocolate cooling on the coffee table. Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve's forehead.

"Merry Christmas, Stevie"

"Merry Christmas, Ed's"

[seb-in-the-shadows]

❄️🍓Falling for you... Literally🍓❄️

It’s here! Finally lmao 😭 Aria x Sebastian fluff!

Valentines Day fic several days late but shhh

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (minor cursing, mature themes) Characters are 7th years.

Tags: TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, Mutual Pining, Sexual & Romantic tension. The love is requited they’re both just idiots. LOVEEE BITCH! Confessions and first kisses - featuring a cheeky 4th wall break referencing, if you know you know ;)) pahaha sry im so unserious lol

A/N: Special thank you to @butternutt613 and @mrsgoofygracie for your help with inspiration, proof reading and for supporting me! I really appreciate it a lot and it helped me finish it! 🤗 ❤️✨and it helped me get confidence to post

I love music to my fics atm and I literally agonised over so many great choices, but ultimately landed on these two - in order of how the fic turns out, should you wish to add to the experience by listening! 🥰 I hope you enjoy, and ofc, Happy Belated Valentines Day!

Hogsmeade had transformed into a winter wonderland, draped in a thick blanket of snow. Snow drifted lazily from the sky, settling in Sebastian’s dark curls and clinging to the collar of his coat. The village glowed warmly in the soft twilight, golden light spilling from shop windows, enchanted lanterns floating overhead, and heart-shaped charms gently pulsing with a rosy hue.

Hogsmeade was alive with the gentle hum of chatter, couples strolling hand-in-hand in the snow and shop windows decorated with enchanted hearts that pulsed with their soft, rosy glow.

The whole village had fallen into a picturesque winter’s day—a perfect setting for Valentine’s Day.

Valentine’s Day.

A day Sebastian would rather not acknowledge.

No, Sebastian was far too occupied to notice any of it.

Not because he didn’t enjoy it. Not because he was bitter about the sight of couples walking hand-in-hand, their soft laughter floating through the air.

No. He didn’t care about any of that.

What made it unbearable—what made his stomach twist every damn time this holiday rolled around—was the fact that he wasn’t celebrating it with Aria.

Aria was standing in front of him, her cheeks flushed pink from the cold, her eyes shimmering with awe. So, they were just… walking together. Like always.

Like they weren’t each other’s first thought every morning and last thought every night. Like they weren’t utterly, hopelessly in love with each other, just too stubborn to admit it.

At least, he was.

Aria, on the other hand, was entirely unbothered, beaming up at the snow falling around them, utterly oblivious to the way his heart clenched just looking at her.

“Look at this place,” she sighed, tilting her head back to admire the lights. “Hogsmeade really outdid itself this year.”

Sebastian shoved his hands into his coat pockets, glancing at a particularly obnoxious floating heart nearby.

“Mm. Nothing says ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ like enchanted decorations reminding you that you’re single.”

Aria snorted. “Oh, shut up. It’s sweet. Besides, if you weren’t so picky, you wouldn’t be single.”

Sebastian stiffened. “Excuse me?”

She grinned, nudging his side playfully with a bitten smile.

“You heard me. You could’ve gone with Anne when she tried setting you up last month.”

Sebastian scowled. “That was an absolute disaster.”

“She said the girl was lovely.”

“She called me Sebby.”

Aria howled with laughter, grabbing his arm for support. “Oh, no. Not Sebby!”

Sebastian groaned. “She said it three times, Aria. I barely escaped with my life.”

“Well, at least you’ve got me,” she teased, flashing him a grin.

Sebastian’s heart lurched.

You have no idea how much I wish that were true.

Instead of answering, he shook his head, desperately trying to ignore the warmth of her arm still looped through his.

“I heard some friends call you ‘Sebby Chicken’ last week, I must say I’m rather taken with the colourful moniker ~”

He rolled his eyes with a groan as she barely bit back her utterly enchanting and infectious laughter.

“I hate all of you.”

“Oh, look!” Aria suddenly gasped, cutting off her cheeky bitten smile at her teasing of him, her eyes lighting up as she pointed to the quaint stalls. Her other arm tightening around his with her excitement.

“They’ve got a cart selling chocolate-covered strawberries! Seb, we have to.”

Sebastian smirked. “You’re aware those are traditionally for couples, yes?”

Aria shrugged with a playful scoff.

“So? It’s chocolate.”

Sebastian chuckled.

“Well, when you put it like that.”

Within minutes, Aria was holding a skewer of fresh, warm strawberries, the chocolate melting slightly off of them even in the winter air.

Aria took a bite, humming happily with an appreciative groan. “Oh, these are absolutely sinful.”

Sebastian watched as she licked a stray drop of chocolate from her plush glossed lip, his stomach twisting violently. As if the moment were wading in water, the way her lips closed around the sweet treat…

This was torture.

“Seb?”

He blinked, suddenly realizing he’d been staring a little too hard. “Huh?”

Aria held up her skewer with a mischievous smile, was he imagining that? “Want one?”

Sebastian hesitated for half a second too long, glancing between her sparkling eyes and the sweet treat on the skewer in her hands, before drawing in and taking a bite. Sinking his teeth into the sweet flesh of the strawberry, the warm chocolate eliciting a soft hum of appreciation himself.

Aria didn’t move her hand away in time, meaning his lips just barely grazed her fingertips. Her breath hitched, though he wasn’t sure if he’d misheard that.

The moment stretched, silent, charged, tense.

Aria swallowed, blinking at him. “That was—”

“Delicious,” Sebastian cut in quickly, forcing himself to step back with a tense laugh before he did something stupid. Like kiss her senseless.

Aria cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly with a flushed smile. “Right. Yeah. Delicious...”

Sebastian wanted to scream.

After a very tense few minutes, Aria seemed to decide that the best way to break the tension was through violence, of course.

Which was why Sebastian found himself abruptly pelted in the back of the head with a snowball.

He stopped mid-stride. Slowly turned.

Aria stood a few feet away, smirking that tongue toothed smile that winded him, a second snowball already in hand. Looking like a bird ready to take flight at any given moment.

Sebastian exhaled through his nose, unable to hide his widening grin as his heart raced. “You little menace.”

Aria grinned wider, Sebastian bent down to grab a handful of snow—

“NOPE—”

Aria bolted. Darting behind a stall. Sebastian chased her immediately, laughing as she shrieked and darted and weaved between streetlamps and benches, narrowly avoiding his attacks with utterly bubbling laughter.

“Sebastian, I swear if you throw that at me—”

The snowball hit her square in the chest with a thud.

There was a heartbeat of silence as Aria slowly looked down at the splattered mess of snow on her coat, then up at him, her eyes disbelieving.

Sebastian grinned. “Happy Valentine’s Day~”

Aria blinked before smirking. “You little shit -“

Before he could move, a well-aimed snowball smacked against his shoulder, knocking his smugness down a peg.

“Oh, you wound me,” he said, dramatically clutching his chest. “How will I ever recover?”

“You won’t~” Aria teased before launching another snowball.

Sebastian barely had time to dodge, laughing as he ducked behind a bench. Aria was relentless—which he loved about her—but he wasn’t going to lose a snowball fight without giving as good as he gets.

The war waged on, sending handfuls of snow flying as the two of them chased each other through the snowy village, giggling like children. More than one onlooker shook their heads fondly at their antics.

Finally, after several failed attempts, he lunged, catching her by the wrist and spinning her into him.

She collided right into his broad chest with a small “Oof!”

Aria had inadvertently managed to tackle him unawares onto the ground. Tumbling into a particularly soft snowbank, sending them both toppling over in a mess of limbs and laughter.

Sebastian groaned as he found himself lying on his back, Aria practically sprawled on top of him.

He blinked up at her, his hands instinctively settling on her waist. She was so close—lips parted, breath warm against his cold skin, snowflakes caught in her eyelashes. His heart, already pounding from their chase, stuttered for an entirely different reason.

“You’ve… you’ve got snow in your hair,” Aria murmured, reaching up to brush some of the melting flakes away without thought.

Sebastian swallowed. She was breathtaking.

The laughter between them had died instantly as the world narrowed down to just this—her body pressed against his, her hands clutching his snow sodden coat, his strong arms locked firmly around her waist. Both softly panting from running, staring into each other’s eyes with tender smiles and rosy cheeks.

Seb peered up at her, relishing in the feeling of her in his arms this way. How natural it had felt to be pressed against her, holding her steady on top of him.

The way the frost nipped at her soft cheeks, he couldn’t help pretend she was flushed from being together this way. Her eyes lidded with a snatched breath as they met his lips, before peering into his brown eyes again. Plush lips softly parted. He’d felt instantly jealous of that fucking chocolate strawberry from earlier…

Sebastian swallowed hard.

Aria wasn’t laughing, as he’d might have expected.

Her eyes searched the depths of his, her lips parted as if there were a million things she wanted to say, but couldn’t.

And Sebastian - bloody fool that he was - could only lie there, his heart hammering painfully, his hands aching to pull her even closer. Fingers flexing slightly at her waist, itching to be closer.

Much like her, without thought, he’d caught a stray golden strand from hovering over her eyes. Gently tucking it behind her ear with the reverence of a lover. Aria’s lips parted softly, barely able to breathe.

His chest tightened as he could have sworn Aria leant into him. That she drew nearer with bated breath, her eyes loving. His heart was exploding in his chest as he moved to draw in towards her soft lips.

But then—

“Oi! No snogging in the street!”

Gareth’s voice rang out from somewhere nearby, alongside their friends in the winding streets of Hogsmeade. Breaking the spell instantly.

“This is a family place, eh? Keep it in your pants, Sallow~”

Aria jumped off of him with such force she almost stumbled back right onto her arse in the snow. Her cheeks flaming with a wave of embarrassment.

“We weren’t—! I mean—”

Sebastian cleared his throat with a dark growl. “Bloody Weasley.” As she slowly rose to his feet and dusted off the snow with a dark glare shot his way for interrupting them.

Aria laughed, but it was nervous, breathless. Smoothing down her coat with an emphatic clear of her throat as her eyes darted everywhere BUT Sebastian.

“I, uh… should probably head back soon.”

Sebastian forced a smirk.

“Afraid of losing another fight?”

Aria snorted. “You didn’t win, Sallow.”

He quirked a brow. “I had you in my arms. That’s a victory.”

Aria’s eyes softened, just a fraction, before she looked away. Her voice smaller than before.

“Come on, then,” she murmured, nudging his side. “Let’s go home.”

Sebastian followed without protest.

Because one day—one day soon—he was going to gather every ounce of Gryffindor courage in him, pull her into his arms, and tell her the truth.

That she was his home.

And that he’d been in love with her for years.

Hogsmeade grew smaller as the two wandered the snowy grounds back to Hogwarts. Despite Gareth’s untimely interruption, Sebastian and Aria had not spoken about what had almost happened.

They’d walked in near silence, the weight of something unspoken, something monumental crackling in the air between them.

Sebastian itched to touch her, hold her hand, link their arms, anything.

Sebastian’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since he had her in his arms. Oh Merlin.. And he knew—he knew—he couldn’t let this night end without saying something.

The walk home felt torturously long. Sebastian was unsure whether he’d have strength enough to find the words.

Should he have gotten her a gift? Unapologetically proclaiming his unwavering love for her that grew stronger each passing day?

When they reached the castle gates, Aria hesitated. Pulling him irrevocably from his thoughts.

“Hey…” she murmured, not looking at him, but at the snow by their feet.

Sebastian tensed, though his tone was gentle. Hopeful. “Yeah?”

She fidgeted with her gloves, her breath visible in the cold air. Finally meeting his eyes.

“Come with me to the Astronomy Tower?”

Sebastian blinked, his heart skipping a beat.

“You’re not dragging me up there to push me off, are you?”

Aria huffed a soft laugh through her nose, playfully rolling her eyes. Before teasing with a wicked smirk,

“I’d have done that ages ago if I wanted to, Sallow~”

Sebastian smirked, clutching his chest in feigned indignation,

“Wicked woman~”

They laughed, and he of course followed without protest.

The tower was quiet when they arrived, the usual student stargazers absent due to the cold. The wind bit at their skin, but the sky above was stunning—crisp, endless, and dusted with glistening stars.

Aria shivered. She smiled up at the wondrous sky despite it.

Without thinking, Sebastian shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Aria startled slightly, blinking up at him.

Sebastian shrugged with a tender smile. “You’re freezing.”

Aria swallowed. Something changed in her expression. Her eyes were glistening again as they had twice before that day. When they shared the strawberries, and after their snowball fight right before -

She pulled the cloak tighter around herself, eyes flickering away with a soft breath of a laugh.

“You’re always looking after me, you know.”

Something warm in her eyes as she seemed far away in thought, glancing up at the vastness of the starlit sky. Whilst she kept her eyes skyward, his were trained on her. The curves and contours of her striking features. As though memorising her in this moment.

Sebastian exhaled a laugh, his fingers flexing at his sides with a playful roll of his eyes.

“Well, someone’s got to look after you. You’re reckless, practically a walking hazard.”

She nudged his ribs with a barely suppressed smirk,

“You’re one to talk~”

After their quiet laughter, she quieted.

And suddenly, the weight of years of something just out of reach seemed to settle between them.

“Sebastian…” she whispered into a soft cloud of warm breath in the frozen air.

His breath caught. The way she said his name..

She turned fully to face him now, clutching the edges of his coat around herself shoulders, as though gathering her courage.

“I—I need to know,” she murmured.

Eyes imploring.

“Tonight… Back there…”

She swallowed,

“Was I imagining it?”

Sebastian’s stomach twisted.

Because—Merlin’s sake.

Was she seriously asking if she’d imagined it?

The way he’d ached for her? The way he’d starved for her, year after year, hiding it behind smirks and playful jabs?

She had no idea at all, did she?

His silence must have made her nervous, because she shifted, chewing her lip.

“…Forget it,” she mumbled, moving to step away.

Sebastian caught her wrist. She stilled.

Sebastian swallowed hard, voice fervent. “You weren’t imagining it.”

Aria’s breath hitched. She turned back to him, hope and hesitation warring in her expression. In her beautiful, starlit eyes.

Sebastian stepped closer, calloused fingertips reaching for her spare hand, encasing them in his own for warmth.

“You never have.”

Aria’s fingers trembled where they clutched his coat, and then within his warm, safe grasp.

“…Then why have you never—?”

“I was a coward,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I didn’t want to ruin what we had. Didn’t want to lose you if I got it wrong.”

Aria stared at him, snowflakes softly starting to catch in her long lashes.

Then, very softly, she asked,

“…And now?”

Sebastian’s pulse roared in his ears.

He lifted a hand, grazing his knuckles along her cheek with a touch lighter than a moth’s wing.

“Now,” he breathed, “I don’t want to waste another bloody second.”

Aria’s lips parted—just before Sebastian closed the space between them, and kissed her.

It was soft at first, hesitant—like they were both testing the waters of something they’d spent years pretending wasn’t there. Soft sighs and feeling tasered by the other’s tantalising lips. Something settling in the pit of their stomachs when Aria kissed him back.

A quiet, desperate sound left her as she fisted her hands in his shirt, pulling him closer, deeper—and Sebastian was undone.

He let out a shaky breath, tilting his head to devour her properly. His strong hands shifted to sweep her stray golden curls from her eyes as he met her lips in a tantalising kiss. Unhurried and teasing, before gently swiping his tongue across her lips for permission.

With a soft gasp she parted her lips, fingers threading through his hair as he messaged her tongue with his. His hands slid down her arms, around her back to pull her flush against his chest with a low groan. His arms locking tightly around her waist as though afraid she’d disappear. She let out a sweet sigh against his lips.

Aria melted against him, her hands slipping back into his hair, gripping tight as though she, too, had waited years for this. Arching her back into him as she chased his touch and feelings she’d waited years to act on.

The Astronomy Tower was silent but for their ragged breaths, the sound of lips parting and meeting again, the way his name left her in a breathless whisper between kisses.

Sebastian was dizzy.

They finally, finally broke apart, foreheads touching, breath mingling in the cold air as they parted just to catch their breath.

Aria laughed softly, a bit breathless, a bit dazed. Biting her lip on her smile.

Sebastian grinned with a light tease. “That good, huh?”

She rolled her eyes but beamed at him, cheeks flushed. “Oh shut up~”

Then, quieter, softer she murmured lovingly,

“…Happy Valentine’s Day, Seb.”

Sebastian exhaled a laugh, pressing his lips to her forehead as he cupped her cheeks. As though she were precious and beloved, and he could finally admit to it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Redbull gives you orgasms - Mike Schmidt x reader

Moving in with your boyfriend was a no-brainer. Abby loved you, Mike loved you, and well it was easier to split the rent two ways. The only problem was with the sleep schedule. Your partner was an absolute early bird. Even with his sleep experiments, he still managed to wake up at 6 AM sharp to get his sister ready. And 99.9 of those days you'd murmur a ''Goodbye Mike, love you'' into the pillow and fall asleep. If it wasn't for your job, you would be a total night owl. There were instances where you'd wake up at 3 just to jolt down a good idea you had. Thankfully, once Mike was asleep, there was no waking him. Him falling asleep was a completely different matter. And you were gonna find that out soon through the magic of ... public holidays.

That's right public holidays. You were gonna take a break, finally, and spend some quality time with Abby, maybe even get to help Mike find some better job options. But before that, you had to work extra hard and prepare posts for the time you'd be gone. You were stressed, and overloaded on free coffee and sugary snacks. By the end of the day, all was good. You handed over some tasks to your more senior colleagues and headed home. Grabbing groceries on the way, you were even given a sample of a new redbull flavor. You grabbed a few of those for your boyfriend and were finally ready to relax.

But Mike had other plans. He looked dejected, so you figured that the meeting with Jane didn't go well. "I'll take the night shift job tomorrow."

"If you're sure. Well, let's have an early dinner then.". After you all ate and the two of you made sure Abby was in bed, it was finally time to sleep as well. You had a bit of chit chat with Mike, nothing too heavy. He was just about to drift off, putting you through the usual routine when he noticed how restless you were. You were tossing and turning, bouncing your leg under the covers. Then came the pillow adjusting, cover moving. Afterwards you went to the bathroom. Then grabbed water. Then the bathroom again.

"Sweetheart, please. " Mike said, his voice groggy. "Did I wake you, shit. I'm sorry, thought you already dozed off." you replied.

"I can go on the couch?" You suggested.

"No, just come here. I'm so used to you that I can't fall asleep without you here anyway. Your work trips fuck me up." he replied. "I'll fix you right up, I'm a sleep expert after all."

You laid down and let him "fix you". First he moved you to the side, then he wrapped his arms around your waist. Then he began to kiss your neck.

"Mike." you moaned.

"Shhh. I need you to not turn off your brain. Just focus on what I'm doing to you and think only about that. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"You just nodded. He continued kissing you, but now he was also touching your chest. Squeezing your breasts, gently pulling on your nipples. You were getting wet and he knew it. He slipped his hand in your panties, and started rubbing on your clit.

"You're so needy for me. Can't wait to see you let go for me.". You moved your hips to bring him closer to you. But instead of giving in, he slipped a finger in you, then a second.

"Feels so good, so so good.". You felt him get hard against your ass. You reached out a hand to help him out, but he gently moved it away.

"Shh, I have it all planned out. But since you wanna spoil your surprise." His fingers were still inside you. He first undid the buttons on his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Then he moved your panties to the side and removed his fingers. You whined at the loss of contact. But then gasped when you felt his dick in-between your thigs, rubbing against your wet folds. Not only that, but his fingers were back on your clit. You were done for.

"I know you wanna cum for me, but can you hold it for just a little bit. I want us to do it together. Don't worry, I won't last long with your perfect pussy all wet for me like this."

"Please, just a bit more, just the tip. Need you inside me again."

"You know I can't say no to you, sweetheart.". With that Mike slid the head of his cock inside of you. He buried himself to the hilt inside of you, allowing himself 2 thrusts. Reluctantly he pulled away continued humping you.

"Come on sweetheart, let's cum together." You didn't need a second to think about it. Using your last functional braincell, you "aimed" Mike's cock, so he came on your stomach. When you were a bit more coherent, you gathered the cum and licked it away. There was no way you were gonna leave that on the sheets. You turned to kiss Mike, but saw he was fast asleep. Guess reading that sleep book did have its benefits.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 23. public sex

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “christmas tree”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ while searching for the perfect christmas tree, phantom finds himself needing some attention

pairing: phantom ghoul x gn!ghoul!reader

a/n: apologies for the last three days being late. was spending time w family over the holidays. now i’ll get the rest of these out!

cw: nsfw content. public sex. penetration. almost getting caught. phantom fucks you against a tree.

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“shhh.. shhh quiet…” —❤︎

┅✦┅

the moon looked beautiful tonight, especially within a winter terrain where holiday spirit was high and festive.

it certainly got the ghouls within the ministry in a cheerful and jolly mood. each and every infernal was excited to celebrate the upcoming holiday with their own plans in mind.

one particular bug was especially excited, phantom. a young and energetic ghoul who definitely goes all out for holidays. he was especially looking forward to spending time with his fellow pack mates. however, he was most excited to spend time with you.

you have always been the demon to look after this little scamp, making sure that he’s happy and comfortable since he was the baby of the pack. so of course, you said yes when the little firecracker came up to you asking to go with him to find a christmas tree. you couldn’t say no, the little bugger was practically bouncing on and off the walls.

so here you both were, glamorized in your human disguises, walking around the local pine tree forest that was being taken care of by gardeners. glittery snow decorated the branches and pine leaves perfectly, and the fresh aroma of the tundra glaze was more than enough to put you in a good mood.

you instinctively clung to phantom’s arm while you both looked around, and in response, his long demon tail unfurled from underneath his winter jacket to snuggly wrap around your waist. there was no human in sight, so phantom felt safe untucking his tail from his clothes.

“this place is lovely.” you said with a dreamy sigh, leaning against phantom’s shoulder with a small grin etched onto your face. the little bug jolted slightly from you leaning down to nuzzle into his shoulder, but he didn’t mind. in fact, he quite liked it.

a little too much, perhaps.

“mhm.” he replied shortly, his tone of voice sounding slightly skittish, but you didn’t really pay attention to it. “but i much prefer spending time with you here.”

as phantom said this, his tail tightened around your waist a little more, making your own tail quiver slightly from the touch. the feeling was liberating.

both of you huddled closer to each other for comfort, just taking a nighttime stroll through the wintered terrain, not really looking for a christmas tree anymore. you enjoyed the closeness with your pack mate, almost a little too much.

you two were being a little too touchy to even consider it platonic, you were starting to second guess the intimacy the quintessence ghoul was showing you. well, turns out your intuition was correct.

before you knew it, a few misplaced hands on intimate areas led to face kissing, to full on making out on, to being fucked mercilessly against one of the snowy pine trees. your claws clung to the bark on the tree, scrapping a few chunks off while phantom thrusted forcefully into your tight hole, eliciting pleasured, yet muffled whimpers and moans from the two of you. phantom’s hand stayed clasped over your mouth to keep you from moaning too loudly, that way the risk of passersby’s seeing was decreased.

“f-fuck, y/n…” phantom groaned into your neck, biting onto the smooth flesh while his cock brushed against every sensitive nerve inside of you. “you’re so tight.”

“mmmh!” you whined helplessly into phantom’s palm. he moved it slightly to give you room to speak.

“h-hah… i can’t help it— not when your dick is inside of me like this..” you panted out, biting your lip to prevent any loud sounds coming out of your throat.

phantom chuckled lustfully, and only moved deeper inside of you.

“good to know you like it deep.” he groaned out, cock twitching inside of your tight hole, the ring of muscle contracting to clamp down onto his shaft.

you mewled with delight in response, tail shakily moving to coil around the bug’s calf. “i-i’m starting to think you just wanted to fuck me, instead of actually looking for a christmas tree— fuck!”

“perhaps.” he mused, thrusting deeper in you, claws digging into your brazened ghoul skin while you whimpered in delight.

as the two of you were getting it on, your moans slowly grew within volume, but you did your best to keep quiet. the snowy winds constrained greatly with the warmth churning in your stomach from phantom’s quick and rough thrusts. though, while this was happening, there was the sound of snow crunching in the distance.

it sounded like two people walking.

eyes cracking open, your palm moved to pat phantom’s thigh from behind, signaling him to stop. before he could even ask, his ear twitched as he heard the sound too. both of you stilled while phantom’s hand tightened over your mouth again.

“did you hear that sound?” the voice of a male sounded past the brush of trees you and phantom were barely hidden in.

you didn’t dare to move, and neither did phantom. if humans saw two demons fucking in the trees like this, it certainly wouldn’t be a good look for you or the ministry.

phantom cursed silently under his breath and pulled your body in closer, putting a finger over his lips. “shhh.. shhh quiet…”

you nodded silently, hoping to satan that these people would leave.

“not really.” a more feminine voice echoed out. “it’s probably just an animal in the trees or whatever.”

“you sure?” the mystery man asked again.

“it sounded an awful lot like moaning to me.”

“don’t be silly, honey. there’s no way people would be crazy enough to bang out here in the winter. it’s too cold.”

certainly wasn’t too cold for ghouls, that’s for sure.

you and phantom held your tongues while you listened to the young couple go back and forth about if there were really people fucking outside or not. eventually, they both stopped bickering and went along their way, making you let out a heavy breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

“thank satanas they left..” you sighed out, and phantom nodded in agreement.

“definitely.” he panted.

the two of you sat in silence for a bit, and you felt phantom’s cock twitch inside of your hole again. he raised an eyebrow, and smirked.

“ah that’s right… where were we again?”

and just like that, the thrusting started again.

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[tomatoswup]

a gift ♡

summary: introducing vash to your family for the first time gets the both of you a bit too excited during christmas celebration.

warnings/tags: smut, minors DNI, praise, afab, save a horse ride a cowboy,

A/N: yall: its may bitch wtf

me: :'D

i just finished my spring semester so sHIT ITS A HOLIDAY FOR MEEEEEE..... i hope yall enjoy one of the first shitty smut shorts on this account :D i hope its not that bad this is legit the first time im ever writing smut or anything smut related but i was like a margarita in when i wrote this so i think we're okay yall

The clinking and clashing of dishes, the yells and screams of children and the conversating of family members never really ceased during the holidays, especially during Christmas. And yeah, you had a pretty big family, and you had warned Vash about that.

But Vash, with the big heart he has, fully accepts it, in reality, he's actually kinda happy that you've been surrounded by those who supported you, and gave you good memories unlike his had.

Bombarded by questions, demands, and questioning looks, Vash's first meeting with your family went off without a hitch.

The aunts had been pulling him aside and conversating on how pretty he looked, the young nieces and nephews hanging off his arms and making him play cops and robbers with them.

It was an overall good experience for him besides your father giving him a lecture but hey! He got the charm! And you were excited!

Perhaps the both of you got a bit too excited.

"A-Ah!" Vash moaned out, every roll of your hips drove this man dizzy, as the slick from both of your bodies had begun leaking down his blonde happy trail and around his hips "Shhh..." You cooed out, leaning down towards Vash's face, and giving him a peck on the neck "They'll hear us.." You whispered as you moved your hips up and down one more time, causing Vash to grip the sides of your hips as the vulgar wet sound from your cunt repeated like music to his ears.

The room the two of you were in had been right next to the living room, but did you lock the door? You hope you did.

And damn! You're definitely gonna get bruises later but oh well!

"F-fuck..." He gasped out, his once closed eyes opened to look down at you, his own cheeks flushed red. On instinct, he began helping you move your hips as he stared at your lewd figure cradling his own "L-love, you feel..." When he felt your cunt tighten around him, he couldn't help but arch his hips, meeting with your own as he tried his best to muffle the moans coming out of his mouth.

"C-cmon now, tell me what you were gonna say Vash.." You breathed out, sweat starting to build on your forehead.

Oh god his name. He loved it when you said his name, every second of it, those lips of yours...

"..y-you feel so good..." He exhaled and with a jolt, he hoisted himself up on his arms and kissed you in a feverish haze, his tongue exploring your mouth and the quiet moans the both of you covered by the sounds of holiday music in the room over.

What a wonderful way to celebrate the holidays!

[dottiechan]

TWC Secret Santa @wayhavensecretsanta ❄ - Happy holidays, @ejunkiet!

It was an absolute pleasure to create for you, I love Lizzie and Ava so much!!! 🩵 I couldn't decide whether to draw or write, so enjoy a bit of both. (BTW I seriously recommend @ejunkiet's fics of their detective OC Lizzie Quail, they're so good.) Happy holidays again! xx P.s. If you saw me accidentally post a draft of my gift to you a few days before... Shhh no you didn't. 🥲

Summary: After Unit Bravo's holiday dinner with Detective Lizzie Quail, Felix realises all the photos he took with his polaroid camera are botched.

Wordcount: 835

Warnings: smoking, Fuzzy Holidays Feels™

Too blurry. Too crowded. Mason is holding up his middle finger. Not focused on the subject. Ava appears to be sneering?

The polaroids scatter on the floor as they’re being dropped, Felix’s frustration seemingly travelling through his fingertips and into the botched pictures as they skitter across the parquet. He had such high hopes for this holiday dinner they’ve panned - he even volunteered, much to Nat’s suspicion, to help decorate the warehouse to prepare the background for his perfect winter photos. There doesn’t seem to be a single wall or piece of furniture without strings of fairy lights or garlands hanging off them - and yet somehow, he managed to mess up all the pictures he took.

“I should have just used my phone, not this stupid polaroid Nat gave me,” he grumbles, as he sinks to the floor dramatically from the sofa. He turns his head to the left, expecting a response from Mason, but aside from the shrug of a shoulder, and a puff of smoke, he’s as disinterested as always. Felix allows his head to loll right now, and peeks through the open doors into the dining room, but his other team members are too far to share in his misery. Lizzie is in the middle of a story, which has Nat’s full attention, and Ava’s full, well, everything? Attention, adoration, respect, senses, everything. They’re cute, the way they hold hands over the table, how Ava squeezes Lizzie's hand encouragingly when she trails off or gets embarrassed by her own rambling. Felix hoped he would capture a moment between them, something candid, something like right now, but he’s missed his windows of opportunity - like for instance when Ava finally allowed herself to be dragged under the mistletoe with Lizzie, but their picture was ruined by the detective spilling her drink all over herself.

“Felix?”

“Leave me alone,” he replies, but he also cracks one eye open to make sure Nat, who’s just entered the room, doesn’t lose interest in his pity party on the floor. But she’s already retreating, so he starts flailing his limbs as if he were making a snow angel in the sea of polaroids. “Please don’t leave me alone. Mason won’t talk to me and I’m embarrassed. I messed up all the pictures. I tried taking them like you showed me but I messed up.”

“They’re not so bad,” Nat says kindly as she sits with her friend, plucking the odd semi-decent pictures from the ground. “See? This is lovely.”

“Yeah, but Lizard has hot chocolate spilt on her sweater in that one.”

“Don’t call her that,” Mason grumbles, as he sweeps some polaroids off his lap - the by-product of Felix’s snow angel performance - and flicks his cigarette into the flames of the fireplace. Nat pretends not to see, but the pain flashing across her features has already made Felix feel a little better. They spend the better of the next hour going through the pictures and sorting them out, while Mason sits close-by, smoking, lost in his thoughts. All that breaks their peace is Frank Sinatra’s drawling voice coming from the record player, and the occasional laughter from the lovebirds still camped in the dining room. By the end of it, they’re left with a handful of decent-ish photographs, and Felix wastes no time sticking them into the photo album he got from Lizzie for Christmas.

There was a moment today, a moment worth capturing, one that was befitting of the old silver screen movies Nat made him and Lizzie watch, between Ava and their beloved detective. Naturally, Felix - a rotten romantic at heart - is pissed that he wasn’t able to capture it. It was a moment far better than the forced kiss under the mistletoe, a moment of intimacy, when the pair thought they were away from prying eyes. A hand under Lizzie’s jaw, Ava’s eyes fixed on the prize, wanting to kiss but being unable to take their eyes off of each other… Obviously the shutter of the camera ruined it, causing the pair step away from each other, and Lizzie to hide her blushing cheeks behind the curtain of her frizzy hair, but that’s beside the point. They were happy. Maybe happier than he’s ever seen them. Things are often so fucked up, with the odds always stacked against them, that Felix sometimes lives in the comfort of these moments. He lives in his family’s happiness, in his friends’ laughter, in Lizzie’s tight hugs, in Ava’s pats on the shoulder… If he could, he’d capture all these moments in a jar and keep them very close always. Photographs are the next best thing - which is why he’s bummed out the picture he took of this moment must be so unrecognisable that it was swallowed by his sea of botched photographs.

He’s lost in thought when Mason nudges his shoulder, a polaroid of Lizzie and Ava in his hand stretched towards him.

“Found this under the sofa. Not too bad, if you’re into this lovey-dovey shit.”

[blue-jisungs]

hi i saw you wanted some moots games the other day :))

so how about your moots as romantic tropes? unless you've already done something like that then maybe au tropes?

love ya and take care! 🩵

WAAAH THABK U!!! i didn’t do neither of them so i’ll mix them both bc why not (and bc it will make my suffering less miserable bc THE CHOICES) LOVE U TOO!!!! also sorry it took so long 💔

@l3visbby ola you’d be the older student that everyone looks up to and has a crush on 🤭 like uni au, bumping into u on the hallway and just love at first sight ☝️

@slytherinshua classmates to lovers. like again, school au lol but imagine zanna helping you out with math or english, tutoring and you can’t help but stare in awe <\\3

@enluv summer holiday love but with a happy ending. just meeting coco on a beach n instantly clicking!! spending your summer together and exchanging numbers bc you’d be an idiot to lose contact with coco!!!! (it may or may not be inspired by the previous game i did but shhh)

@mirxzii roxie… the cute cashier at a bakery. not only the baked goods r sweet but so is roxie, and you can’t help but always come back to the bakery even if it’s totally not on your way home… and in the end roxie notices, slipping her phone numer into one of the bags with your order teehee

@fairyhaos hmmm… maybe flower shop au? steeping by the shop bc you heard it just opened and you find yourself more interested in yena, the florist, than the actual flowers 🫣

@planetkiimchi childhood friends to lovers!!! growing up w kimchi you don’t realise you’re head over heels for her but then when you realise there’s a potential threat (a guy flirting?!)… you come to a conclusion that the funnt feeling in your stomach each time u hung out with kimchi was BUTTERFLIES!!!

@etherealyoungk guard x royalty (?). skye the only heir and princess is perfect inside and out: smart, caring, kind and beautiful. so as her guard you can’t help but fall for her little by little until you find yourself completely in love (who wouldn’t tho)

@wheeboo academic rivals to lovers. LMAO but like imagine rania as your rival id cry. but you’re so competitive, bickering all the time and when you fail one time you realise that rania’s smile is waaaay better than all those prizes you’ve won so far 🫣

@wqnwoos cold, distant boss x newbie intern!! hana is the boss (hehe), a little bit scary… but as an intern you have to do your best!! little do you know that the reason of why you have so so much job lately is because your boss wants you to be around for longer hehe 🤭

@malarign a bit angsty but amnesia. you wake up one day, not knowing a thing and just seeing joo in front of you. who the heck is that?! oh, you lost your memory…? but worry not, joo - your partner helps you recover the memories patiently. with love and kindness, step by step, your memories come flooding back and you realise that no matter what you’ll fall for joo again and again

@icyminghao fake dating 😳 imagine dating the coolest n prettiest person ever, noelle… but sadly it’s not a real relationship. you both do this to bring your real crushes’ attention to you… but well, in the end… why do you feel so happy and giggly all the time when you’re with noelle? your ‘real’ crush doesn’t make you feel like this…

@ylliris-hanniehae hero x nurse trope?! ylli is the best friend you have and you can’t help but always come back to her if you get injured in a fight. ylli scolding you but in the same time treating your wounds gently makes u realise you’re in love !!

@txt-yaomi gasp. forbidden love. royalty au maybe? you’re both from diff, enemy families and you can’t be together… but how could you resist the feeling?! sof is the prettiest princess you’ve ever seen and you’re expected not to fall for her?! well for now it’s a secret, meeting and hanging out at midnight from all the curious gazes

[becca4leafclover]

Happy Holidays in my Creative World!

I turned my world into a winter wonderland and I COULD NOT BE MORE ELATED AT THIS DISCOVERY!!

We decided instead of celebrating a real-world holiday, this world celebrates its own unique one! Decennial Night is celebrated once every decade (because a world of gods doesn't need to celebrate every year or the holiday would get old fast,) and celebrates the arrival of the new decade!

(So yes its basically New Years but SHHH LET ME BE EXCITED)

The entrance to the holiday area is decorated in a light display! I always loved the Christmas lights cities around Europe would do that my family would visit so this is a little omage to that. Still trying to decide if they'll stay up year round!

The Decennial Torch is lit at sunset of Decennial Night, and burns orange until midnight. Then, at the moment of the new year being upon us, the flames turn blue! It's said that if you make a wish the moment the flames turn blue, there's a better chance the Universe will hear you and help make it come true :) (wish idea from my friend Cake, given on stream!)

Before midnight, people reminisce about their past 10 years- accomplishments and challenges, people who they've parted ways with. After midnight though, people dream about their next 10 years and all that will happen in them!

The stage is here year-round, and many artists will take the opportunity throughout the night to perform! There's also allotted times for people to come up and sing if they're brave enough (aka I sang on stream and discovered my mic is still broken LMAO)

The Holiday Market! A miniature version of the Weihnachtsmarkets from when I lived in Germany :P

Gift giving isn't a part of Decennial Night, but has become adjacent with the traditions of smaller holidays from people's homeworlds where it was a thing.

This project ended up being a LOT bigger than expected! It required me terraforming a hill I hadn't previously had any ideas for, and turning it into this large cliff to host the holiday area! Here's what it looks like without the snow

The compass rose actually has really helped me figure out what direction is where when using certain WorldEdit commands (//flip my BELOATHED) so it's less aesthetic and more functionality, but I'm glad it works to be here permanently LOL

Terraforming that hill then in turn gave me a reason to finally figure out what to do with an empty space by the statue I never knew what to do with... and it connects the end of the Shopping Caves to the statue rather well! I'd been struggling to get these outskirts tied together for a while so I'm glad it worked out :D

The gated area is more of a "meta" area, for me to store statues and builds that I can swap out in the holiday area year round! So far it's just Betsy and Decennial Night stuff, but I hope that in time I can have a really cool display area of different events and mementos from playing in the world!

In case I don't get to stream again before 2024, happy New Year!

[savyir-genesizz-the-wizard]

The rest of the answers because it's my house and I'm gonna yap:

12. [Thoughts] on his ghost? Do they get along?

Dun: "Better think about what you are about to say, Cogi."

Cogito: "Eh. I'll try. He's the best ghost in the world."

Dun: "All right, all right! Ack. No, I'd say we get along. He's quite good at being sensible and not putting us both in danger like some guardians do. And trust me, I know a lot of ghosts and some of them have really scary stories to say."

Cogito: "I feel that we just can communicate properly and that's all."

Dun: "Yeah, we're in this together."

13. Motivation for being a guardian?

"I live by a Titan creed of servitude to the Last City. Of course I live by it by doing study and research, as Warlocks do best, but this... well, I've spent much time with Titans guarding the Walls. Someone has to be responsible. Usually it's me."

14. What shape is their nightmare?

"... I don't like talking about it. It understandably makes me quite... upset. Especially as of late. In the face of Eris'es... her... death, well, listen, I didn't know her well but she still would send me moon rocks to study so I wouldn't be so troubled my nightmare... I'm getting off track, what happened was that me and Dun ventured there to... I suppose pay her respect by doing that work ourselves. I've almost forgot their terrible... that twisted image of who they were. Worst of all was what they said. If I'm forced to see Savathûn again I'll have something to ask her. I fear that... she's going to keep her word from a few months ago."

15. Favourite Guardian event?

"Oh, it has to be Dawning. I'll admit - I love pastries. Cakes especially. And it's the best time of the year to get a lot of them. I don't like the Guardian Games though - my Hunter friends get insufferable during them."

16. What does he do off-duty?

"I don't really have strict borders between 'off' and 'on'. Taking care of the entire sector of the Asteroid Belt is a lot of work and a lot of responsibility. If my scouts need my help I need to get there no matter what. My down time is sleep and eating mostly. When I'm not assisting someone or making samples to ship to City and Reef Cryptarchs I'm doing my own studies."

17. Does he interact with civilians at all?

"All the time! The Cryptarchs and Owl Sectors are in direct collaboration with me. Other then that I take care of buying supplies myself so I'm known by textile and food merchants, postal services and occasionally weapon dealers too. And of course Hangar workers. I used to be friends with Amanda Holiday when she was- I mean... I don't know much about the current management."

18. How much glimmer does he keep on him?

Dun: "Empty your pockets, Cogito!"

Cogito: "Eh. I've spend everything on supplies during my last trip to Petra Venji."

Dun: "And that one transmog?"

Cogito: "Shhh shhhh, man, c'mon."

19. What's in his pockets?

"Uh, let's see. (Unties his sash and reaches into the pouches by the belt hidden under it) Spare handle for my cane, a knife, magnifying glass, a... bone? Chicken bone? No... Anyway... My Prismatic Marbles obliviously. Ooo, it's a granola bar. Opalite, a very pretty synthetic jewel, you see. And bullets and battery packs of course."

20. Does he have any secrets?

"Do I look like a man who doesn't?"

21. Bonus random fact:

"Uh, um... I- oh, I have one! This little ribbon I got here used to belong to a Titan I used to know- I mean, she died. During the Battle of the Twilight Gap. This was the mark that the leaders of supply lines had, she gave me this to pass the leadership on to me. I wear it with pride to this day."

All right, if you want any facts on Cogito-4, feel free to leave a ❤️

[honeybeedewdrops]

The Doll House | J.Seresin

Summary: Its Christmas Eve and Hangman is tasked with putting together the barbie dream house. Unfortunately for him it's a lot more work than he thought.

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It's Christmas Eve and to be honest Christmas was on of your favourite holidays. The best part Santa now that you had kids you could make it just as magical as your parents did.

Your two boys Alex and Archie were already asleep now was your daughter she was a little more tough. "Mommy can you read to me?" she asks as you tuck her in "Of course" you say pulling a Christmas book from her shelf and begin to read. You finish up the book and kiss her goodnight "Mommy when's Santa coming?" "When you're asleep" "but I can't sleep" "well then Santa won't come" "what no he has to come" "then close your eyes and rest" she sighs and does but opens then right back up. "can you lay with me" you nod and stay with her rubbing circles and playing with her hair anything to get her to sleep.

You leave her room and head downstairs seeing it's 12:00am. "Ok she's finally asleep. So i'll start on the stockings and you can start building the small cars set up for the boys, then we'll finish up with the barbie dream house" "ok but once done with the cars set up i'll start the Barbie dream house" Jake said. You walk up to him "hmm it's a lot of pieces and very confusing are you sure you can handle it?" "Baby I can handle anything you throw at me" "If you're sure" You say leaving him to the cars track and Barbie dream house.

Jake put together the cars track in no time "Ok Barbie dream house lets get this done" Jake says getting out a knife and tearing the box opened. He pulls out the pieces and gets to work, about 10 minutes into building it he was letting out a stream of curse words. You walk into the living room and see Jake sitting on the floor getting very upset. You chuckle before walking over to him "I told you to wait" "Yeah well this shit is stupid" He says holding up a piece. You lean down and give him a kiss on the lips "how about you take a break for a second and then we'll get back to it" He sighs and rubs his face before getting up. You stand up with him and cuddle on the couch as well as making out a few times "ok you ready to finish this for our girl?" "ok let's go" and you both get to work.

"this is stupid. God damn the things we do" Jake says getting frustrated once again. "Ok take a chill pill" you say taking the instructions from him. "you sit" you say pointing at the couch. Jake sat on the couch and watched. "Ok" you say looking at the piece you were holding "what the shit is this" Jake just smirks but it falls as he watches you take apart all his hard work "what are you doing?" "This piece is wrong" and you take others and continue to build.

Soon you finished the doll house "How?" He asks shocked you chuckle "It was quite simple sometimes all you need is a little help" "But i'm the man i'm supposed to build things" He jokes "Shut up you fool we all know i'm the man of the house" "Oh really" he says coming after you. "Jake no stop" you squeal "Shhh don't wake the kids" he chuckles as you two kiss.

You break away "ok come on let's go to bed we need some sleep before the little grimlins are up" you say heading up to bed. You looked at the clock and see that its 2:30am. You sigh knowing it's going to be little sleep for you. If it weren't for the doll house then you'd probably be in bed sooner, but you knew it would be worth it to see your little girls face.

The next morning your kids were up at 6:00am and boy were you guys tired but the looks on your kids faces were amazing. Your kids were so excited and couldn't believe it. The look on your daughters face was priceless. You couldn't be happier, you had a wonderful family. "I love you" You say walking up to Jake and wrapping your arms around him "I love you too"

"Daddy come play" your daughter says dragging towards the house. "Ok ok i'm coming" You smile seeing your twins playing with their cars and your husband and daughter having the time of their lives.

[satellite-evans]

Perfect

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: Your son Jude was the best kid you could ever wish for.

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: Fluff, one curse word

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

The summer breeze felt relaxing on your skin while you were walking with your husband and 4-year-old son on the beach in Bora Bora. Moments like these were very special to your heart, since it was very rare. The last time Chris was free in the summer was when the two of you got married, almost 7 years ago. Since then, he always had to work, leaving you alone, but also heartbroken.

"Mommy, look, the sea is so pretty!"

"Yeah, it is, buddy. It looks gorgeous."

But now, you found yourself on the most perfect island with your husband and son. It was hard to convince Chris, since he doesn't like the ocean that much, but the moment he saw Jude's face, he knew he had to arrange something.

"Do you think the fishies like to walk like us, daddy?" Jude was always very interested in sea animals and water, hence his excitement at going on a beach holiday.

"I'm pretty sure they prefer swimming with their family, makes it easier for them since they don't have legs, remember?"

Chris and Jude had many things they loved doing together, but one thing that stuck out was reading. They loved to read books together. Especially Jude.

Every time Chris came from the set, he was always already on the couch, sitting with a book he chose. Chris read for him, and now that Jude started going to school, he also helped him with reading better.

"Oh yes, daddy. I remember! They have no legs but fins! it was in that book you bought me."

"That's right. Gosh, you have such a good memory, up top buddy!"

Jude then excitedly high-fived his dad, proud that he remembered this information.

After walking on the beach for a while, Jude got sleepy and wanted to go back to his hotel room.

"Aww, you're tired, baby? Do you want mommy to carry you?"

He was clearly struggling to stay awake, with sleep leaking from his eyes and his eyelids kept shutting.

"I got him, babe, don't you worry." With saying that, he took Jude into his bulky arms. Jude immediately put his little arms around his father's neck and buried his face in his neck.

"There we go, shhh I got you buddy, daddy's gotcha." The picture that was playing in front of you was enough to build tears in your eyes. Not only were you lucky to be married to a man like Chris, but you were also blessed to have an exact copy of him as a son.

After putting Jude to bed, Chris found you on the balcony, admiring the view. He slowly reached you, hugging you from behind and putting his head on your shoulder.

"Everything okay, baby?" His voice was soft, almost cuddly, and gave you goosebumps. He kissed your cheek and kept rubbing your arms, his way of keeping you warm.

"Everything is perfect. I was just wondering how lucky we got with a kid like Jude. He is so special, I mean he is only 4 but already has the sweetest soul ever."

"That's because he is just like you, baby." He said now looking at you and not in front of him. "All his great qualities, the reason he is so perfect is just 'cause of you." He tickled your side and you both laughed quietly, trying not you wake the perfect 4 year old.

"Yeah, if he has all my good qualities, what did he get from you?" You were looking back at him now, your hands on top of his.

"Well, that's an excellent question. He obviously got my looks. I mean his eyes, his smile, his nose are all me baby. Which works in his favor, by the way."

"Oh yeah? How is that?"

Chris turned you around so that your chests were touching, and his breath was felt on your lips. The goosebumps came back, and suddenly, kissing him was all you could think about.

"With your intelligence and with my looks, he is gonna fucking rock the world, baby."

"Oh, yeah?" You asked him, your tone dangerously low and your intention dangerously recognizable.

"Yeah. How about we make him a sib-"

"Mommy? Daddy?"

The voice of your son brought you back to real life, and Chris detached himself from you. Both of you went to check up on him.

"Is everything okay, baby? Did you see a bad dream?" You asked him while he was still rubbing his eyes.

"Daddy, can you give me a glass of water, please?" His voice sounded like rash paper, clearly showing he just woken up.

"Of course buddy, here." He directly put some water in his cup that was on the nightstand next to his bed.

"I didn't see a nightmare, mommy. But I saw a really weird dream."

"What did you see?"

"What type of weird dream, Jude?"

Both of you asked at the same time, making the little 4-year-old smile.

"You're never going to believe this mommy, but I saw fishies who had legs!"

You fake gasped, while Chris had a shocked look on his face. Jude had always had weird dreams, a result of his big imagination. Chris and you always listened with a passion, witnessing how excited he got.

"No kidding! And what did they do with their legs in your dream, Buddy?" Chris asked.

"They were just like us, daddy! They were going to the store, walking on the beach, and even going to Disneyland!"

"My oh my, that's a crazy dream, Jude. If that was real, would you be scared or not?" Jude was thinking for a couple of seconds after his mom asked him a question, and his face lit up when he got the answer.

"No! I won't! Because my mommy and daddy would be next to me and they would protect me from any harm!"

Your heart just melted right there. He was so sweet, kind, and gentle that it made you question yourself sometimes and your actions.

Chris next to you put his hand on his heart, deeply touched by his son's words.

"Oh, buddy. You're killing your old man. Come here."

Jude then got up and went to his father for a big bear hug. The two of them then looked at you, the eyes inviting to the hug and how could you decline?

Chris put his arms on the both of you, enjoying this sweet family moment that he craved for years, and now he finally got it.

"I love you guys."

"We love you more, buddy."

[songforeddiemunson]

Homeward Bound for Christmas

Eddie Munson x Reader (College years AU)

Summary: You bring your college boyfriend to your childhood home to meet your mom for the Holidays

Drabble warnings: course language, smut, fluff, humor. Overall, this is a sweet, naughty little drabble.

Word Count: 1.5K

You were dying to bring Eddie home to meet your mother. He had put it off for ages, insisting that he wasn’t parent material, but you knew better. Your mom had been at Woodstock. She was still a hippie and was as progressive as one could get, and was accepting of all diversity and differences. In fact, she celebrated them. She wouldn’t care that he was an outcast, or grew up poor, or had long hair; all the things that had made Eddie feel ostracized at Hawkins High. She was responsible for some of the best parts of yourself, and you repeatedly tried to reassure Eddie of this before he finally relented.

“Fine, fine,” he gave in. “But I’m going to fuck you in your old bedroom.”

You sputtered on the coffee you had just sipped. “Eddie!” you said, laughing as you mopped the front of your shirt with a napkin.

“What?” Eddie replied, nonplussed. “Quid-pro-quo madam. If I’m going to have to be uncomfortable, you’re going to have to pay the ferryman.”

“You won’t be uncomfortable once you meet her, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” you sighed. “You’re going to love each other.”

Eddie shrugged. “I guess we’ll see about that.”

When you arrived at your mom’s house-- which was fully decked for the holidays with all manner of pretty, twinkling lights-- she opened the door and enfolded you into a hug before turning to your boyfriend. “You must be Eddie,” she said, and embraced him warmly. His expression was one of pleasant surprise; he wasn’t used to being accepted, and your eyes welled up to see it. Apart from his incredible Uncle Wayne, Eddie didn't have much in the way of parental figures in his life. Even though he never admitted it out loud, you suspected it had left a bit of a hole in his heart, and it made you sad. Perhaps your family could help repair it.

Before the night was over Eddie and your mom were in the kitchen, laughing wildly at each other’s jokes and dusted liberally with flour. They were baking Christmas cookies together. 

“Did Y/N ever tell you about the time she fell out of a tree and banged her face?” your mom started.

“Mom, no,” you groaned, and you covered your face in your hands.

Eddie threw his head back and laughed heartily. “You…you…banged your face?” he sputtered before dissolving into hysterics.

“Oh yes,” your mom continued. “It was right before prom too. You should have seen her. All black and blue. I believe I have pictures….”

“Mom! No pictures!” you yelled while Eddie jumped up and down, clapping and chanting, “get the pictures get the pictures get the pictures…”

Later, your mom handed Eddie a pillow and a clean blanket. “I’ve made up my son’s old room so you can sleep there. I may be a cool mom, but I draw the line at you sharing a bed.”

“Oh sure, thanks so much,” Eddie said, but his eyes flicked to you, and you returned his look with a shrug.

Upstairs, Eddie stopped you in the hall on the way to the bathroom. “You’re right, I do love your mom. I’m just not used to that sort of thing.” He ran a hand through his hair, and he looked a little embarrassed. 

“I told you so,” you said, raising yourself up to give him a quick kiss.

“But I’m still gonna fuck you in that bed,” he said, and ran into the bathroom and shut the door, cutting off his giggles. You went to your room, shaking your head, but smiling.

You were just beginning to drift off to sleep when you heard your door creak open, and a thin sliver of light slashed across the room.

“Whaa?” you mumbled sleepily.

“Shhh!” You heard the door click shut. The springs screeched in protest as Eddie sat at the edge of the bed.  The room was very dark, and you could only make out his shape vaguely as he pulled his shirt over his head.

“Eddie, what–” he interrupted your query with his lips, and it was the first time he had really kissed you since you arrived at your mom’s house. You relaxed into it and returned the kiss deeply.  After a moment, he broke away.

“I told you I was going to sneak in here.”  There was a brief period of rustling, and he threw the covers back and climbed into the bed, laying on top of you. 

“Eddie!” you hissed.  "What if she hears?  This bed is noisy as hell, and my mom’s room is right down the hall…“

"I can hear your mom snoring babe. Don’t worry, we’ll be quiet.”

You sighed in resignation and Eddie chuckled, burying his face into the crook of your neck to mask the sound, which tickled and set you off to giggling as well.

"This is ridiculous.  I feel like I’m in high school,” you whispered between giggles.

“Why, what did you do in high school? On second thought, don't tell me.” Eddie asked, and this time you both laughed harder, and you had to pull the covers over your heads.

After the giggling died away, Eddie resumed kissing you, and you did indeed feel like you were back in high school. His hands roamed your body, sliding up your shirt and over your breasts, pausing to play with your nipples. The manner in which you were making out– fervently and with an almost teenage clumsiness due to your environment– took you back to the days when everything you did had the potential for getting you into trouble.  It was exciting, and you were becoming extremely aroused.  

Eddie slid his hand into your underwear and began to rub your clit.  He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves gently, deftly, and highly effectively. You moaned softly into his mouth as you grew more and more aroused with every second, and your entire body thrummed with excitement.  You slid your hand down into his sweatpants, and began pumping him rhythmically. He stiffened his back in response, and you could feel his breaths growing quicker. He slipped two fingers into your heat, forcing you to stifle a squeal; you were getting pretty close to the edge already. You struggled to wiggle out of your underwear, which was not an easy task in your attempts to keep the bed quiet.

When you were free of your knickers, you wrapped your legs around his trim waist, and Eddie shoved down his sweatpants enough to free himself; the bed springs protesting loudly as he squirmed to position himself.  "Oh god, hurry up,“ you gasped, and then he slid inside of you, filling you.  He held still for a moment and allowed you to enjoy the sensation of being completely connected before he began to slowly thrust in and out.  

"Ah,” you gasped,  "Oh...my...god…“  Perhaps it was the danger of the situation enhancing your excitement, because you felt like you were about to explode. You were a powder keg set aflame, every touch felt heightened, any touch sending sparks through every nerve; you could immolate on the spot and die happy.

"Shh,” Eddie shushed between thrusts but it was a halfhearted attempt; he felt the same excitement and heightened arousal you did. He was attempting not to pump too hard, as the springs were being noisy enough already, but he couldn’t help himself from increasing the pressure and pace– it just felt too damned good to hold back.  

“Eddie– fuck–” you panted, and then bit down on his shoulder to stifle the screams you felt were going to burst out of you any second.  Eddie hissed at the sudden pain, but it only caused him to fuck into you harder and deeper.  It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, for that proverbial coil to snap, and you bucked your hips as a particularly intense orgasm hit you.  Your body spasmed as your climax washed over you, and you focused on not crying out, whining against Eddie's shoulder instead. Eddie's own orgasm arrived only a moment later, and he whimpered softly as he slammed his pelvis into yours once…twice…three more times as he pumped his conclusion into you.

He lay atop you for a moment while the two of you caught your breath.  You were flushed and ecstatic; you were here with your love, and he was happier than you had seen him in ages. You trailed your fingers lazily up and down his back as he recovered, and you peppered his face with kisses.

“Okay,” he whispered with a chuckle, “I guess I should head back, as soon as my legs work again.”

You returned the chuckle as he slid out of you and pulled up his sweatpants. “Goodnight,” he said, and you could feel his smile behind the sweet kiss he planted on your lips. "I love you. Merry Christmas babe."

You thought your heart might explode into a thousand glittering butterflies. "Merry Christmas Eddie, I love you too."

The next morning at breakfast, the two of you sat side by side, nibbling toast and jam and sipping coffee.

Your mom came into the kitchen, sleepily rubbing her eyes.

“Decided to sleep in?” you said.

“Well it’s the damnedest thing,” she said, giving you a look and your stomach dropped. “That bed of yours is just so squeaky, I couldn’t get any sleep. We really should tighten the screws on that thing.”

This time it was Eddie who sputtered his coffee.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being the youngest Scamander sibling

Newt/Theseus Scamander x sibling!reader

warnings: fb3 spoilers! mainly takes place during the movie! also death/fighting

a/n: god i have been so excited to write this dhsbsghs. and i love u anon ur so sweet.

prompt: anonymous: “OMG I JUST WATCHED FB3 and it was such a fun ride!! may i request a headcanon for being the youngest scamander who's still in hogwarts? thank you very much! your works are always lovely ♡”

yes, you were quite younger than your brothers

but that didn’t change the fact that they loved you and you loved them

it was a shame you couldn’t get in on the action with them, whether that be magizoology or ministry happenings (or adventures they found themselves in)

dumbledore swore to keep his eye on you

made sure you didn’t get kicked out like *someone* in your family

“you’re so close to graduating, y/n. please take it seriously” -dumbledore

“fifty-fifty chance i do” -you

you don’t typically see theseus and newt at the same time, but whoever is closest for the holidays will pick you up

leta adored you, you’d talk to her every chance you got

“how’s school going, y/n? get yourself into any trouble lately?” -leta

“why does everyone keep asking me that?” -you

“why do you think?” -theseus

he always squeezes the crap out of you when he sends you back to school

and sends you off with a gift or two

“be good” -theseus

“you really don’t trust me, huh?” -you

“force of habit. i’m gonna miss you” -theseus

“right, right. i’ll miss you, too” -you

newt had told you all about how he got into all sorts of trouble at hogwarts

gave you a ton of pointers over the years. where to hide mostly

and he told you to speak your mind, even if it gets you into trouble

but he warned against taking the fall for others, he learned that the hard way

“i’d like to see you graduate here, do some good.” -newt

“wanna hear what i did last week?” -you

“oh, dear…go ahead” -newt

you always had fun telling newt your stories

the few times you get to see him

you missed your brothers often

when leta died, you were shaken to your core

the funeral was a drag

you practically clung to newt and theseus as you parted once more, you worried deeply for their lives

they felt you’d be safest at hogwarts and encouraged you to enjoy it while you could

“i really wish i could be out there with them” -you

“i know you do, but think about your education for a moment” -dumbledore

“mm, okay, still want to help” -you

“why can’t you be a cheeky hermit like newt was your age?” -dumbledore

“because i’m not newt” -you “or theseus, before you go there”

“you’re funny like them, though” -dumbledore

you really did remind him of newt and theseus, but your dynamic also reminded him of him, aberforth, and ariana

when newt’s friend, jacob, showed up to hogwarts, you were so excited

“hello! you must be jacob!” -you

“hey, yeah, that’s me. you, uh, you a psychic or something?” -jacob

“i’m something, y/n scamander” -you

“oh! oh, you’re the little sibling! look at you in your funny little uniform. wow, another scamander. you uptight or an animal lover?” -jacob

“just me, thank you” -you

giving jacob the tour

“do you fly around this place on those broomsticks, too?” -jacob

“i did once or twice” -you, laughing “got kicked off the quidditch team, though. i had my fair streak of trouble”

“quidditch? what’s that?” -jacob

“it’s the sport that they’re playing” -you

“like…like baseball?” -jacob

“sure, like baseball” -you

when your brothers got back to hogwarts, you were ecstatic (and desperate to get in on it all)

“y/n, don’t you have studies?” -theseus

“shhh, just let me have this” -you

“hi there, y/n, missed you” -newt

“where’s the case?” -you

“oh, i dont have it at the moment” -newt

“what? where is it?” -you

“bunty has it” -newt

“and where is she?” -you

you were highly intrigued by the issue at hand

well, not so much intrigued as you were desperate to know what was going on

any detail left out would make you lose sleep

“where are you staying tonight?” -you

“they’ll be staying at the hog’s head inn” -dumbledore

“may i come, too? just for tonight?” -you

“ah, i don’t know if that’s appropriate—” -dumbledore

“we’ll sign off on it” -newt

*theseus side eyes*

you brought some of your homework along and did it at the bar, just wanting to be near

newt helped you out with it for a bit

“hey, i remember this. you need a hand? or another head?” -newt

“sure, that’d be great” -you

you told him how you’d gone through the boggart lesson recently

“oh! oh…oh, how was that?” -newt

“not too bad, we all had a few laughs” -you

“yours wasn’t too scary?” -newt

“no, not any worse than a desk” -you, making fun of him

newt had noticed writing on the mirror across from him and left you a moment

and lally wanted to get to know the youngest scamander

“why hello there, dear. we haven’t had a moment to ourselves yet. what are you up to?” -lally

“just some homework brought from hogwarts. they excused me from curfew tonight as long as i proved i’d still be productive” -you

“a unique situation you’re in, aren’t you?” -lally

“you could say that” -you, laughing “i’m always being expected to act up thanks to newt, but they always want me to go above and beyond like theseus. i love my brothers, i’d just like to be me”

“oh, i see. well, i see you as you. tell me about you” -lally

you and lally had a long conversation while newt and dumbledore did the same

“you know, y/n carries a copy of fantastic beasts wherever they go. i think they miss you” -dumbledore

“they do? how do you know?” -newt

“i see them read it all the time. they even catch some unsuspecting students to ramble to about it from time to time” -dumbledore

“are you saying they’re starting to…to turn out like me?” -newt

“i’m saying they miss you. don’t take that for granted, newt. not after what i just told you” -dumbledore, glancing at the painting of ariana

when they came back downstairs, you were playing with the newest addition to the magical briefcase

where teddy the niffler was getting jealous and stealing coins from your pocket

you made the most of this time with your brothers and their friends, knowing that danger loomed over them

and there was nothing that you could do

but you could dance and talk and laugh and mingle until the sun came up

you followed them to the room of requirement and gave them hugs goodbye

“what is this place?” -jacob

“the room we require” -newt

“y/n, why didn’t you show me this?” -jacob

*magic users chuckling*

“be safe. please” -you

“you’re worried about us? that’s adorable” -theseus, hugging you as hard as he could

“oh, sorry. i hope you get cursed” -you, sarcastically

“i’ll see you soon, don’t worry. just focus on your classes” -newt

“why can’t i come with you? i want to help!” -you

“because dumbledore doesn’t need any children fighting his battles” -theseus

^(a/n: *spongebob narrator voice* “sixty years later”)

anyways

you were on edge all day, watching the election for supreme mugwump with your classmates

your brothers appeared before the wizarding world and you hid behind your hands as your classmates turned to you

“are you alright, y/n?” -professor mcgonnagal

“that depends on what happens in the next few minutes” -you

fortunately, your brothers came home

and you were invited to jacob and queenie’s wedding in new york!

“really?!” -you

“yes, really, kid! you’re gonna love new york, i’ll even give you a tour! least i can do for you showing me your school” -jacob

you went to new york and absolutely loved it, it was your new favorite place

and these wedding guests, your new favorite people

“you’re my new favorite, too!” -queenie

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