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lyrablack1883 · 1 year ago

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Ignorance is Bliss

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When the first letter arrived, Sirius didn’t even bother to read it, he recognized his mother’s cursive writing and cast incendio calmly. James watched as it happened. “Are you sure you don’t need to read it?” He asked. “No, must be the same old pure blood shit” Sirius answered.

However, the letter keep coming. It arrived daily for a whole month. And for every letter, Sirius burned it. And then one morning, it just stopped completely out of blue and he found his mother waiting outside his flat not long after. He didn’t open the door for her, instead it was James, who calmly said “Sirius’s not here”.

Her mother expression didn’t change. “I see, please tell him, I need to talk to him. It’s important. Please.. give this letter to him, make sure he read it” her mother then left as quietly as she came. He never heard his mother beg a favor to someone before. When she’s gone out of sight. James asked him “do you want to read it?”. “No” he answered confidently.

The letters finally stopped and Sirius continued his life. He was happy. Being free gives him happiness.

But then the war happened, and he lost.

He trusted the wrong the person and now he carried James’s blood on his hands. And thus the madness claimed him as it did to his predecessor.

12 years he spent grieving his friends’s death and when he’s free once again. He vowed to make things right. He then met Harry and reunited with an old friend. And we all know how the story went.

He then went back home.

His first thought was, would his mother welcomed him?

When he set foot to his ancestral home. It was eerie silence that welcomed him instead. And then kreacher appeared and said “kreacher, welcome the heir of the noble and most ancient house of black home”

and Sirius laughed, he laughed so loud, the echo spread to the whole house. And the house cried for him.

When his laughter died, he eyed the portrait that’s now staring at him. that’s when he realized his mother had passed away. “Mo..” he hesitated. “hello walburga” he then said.

The portrait now looked enraged “who do you think you are to call me by my name, you blood traitor!”. Sirius smiled at the answer and noting to himself that his mother never changed after all.

Being trapped once again in that house reminded him so much of his childhood, his mother’s voice and the poison that was laced to it.

He asked kreacher when his mother died?. Kreacher merely guided him to the drawing room. There, he saw his name now scorched in black. He traced his finger to follow the branch and find his mother easily. “1985” he muttered to himself. He waited for that wave of grief to hit him but it didn’t happened.

He then realized there’s an end to regulus’s date. “1979” why? He thought to himself

The elf beside him cried loudly “poor mistress, poor master regulus, kreacher had failed them, kreacher had failed them”. He banged his head over and over again to the floor.

Sirius tried to remember the last time he saw regulus. He tried to distinguish his face, the prideful tone of his speech, the silver of his eyes they both share from his memory. He remembered It was winter after he graduated, the last time he saw him alive.

He saw them from afar. Mother and his perfect son, hand in hand smiling in diagon alley picking presents for Christmas. The linked hands, the doting in her mother voice when she speaks to her son. The smile he longed to be directed to him.And Sirius remembered the taste of blood that filled his mouth, the painful bite he took to stop himself from crying. The jealousy, bitterness and heartbreak that followed it. How he flee from that scene, refuse to let it burn into his memories.

He remembered the way he cried into James’s arm muttering to himself “why couldn’t she love me?” He said between tears. And James would gently stroke his back and calmed him. “I love you” James would whispered to his ear again and again.

But then James died because of him and he lost his home. Now he’s back again, trapped in this wretched house.

“Foolish brother” he couldn’t help himself from saying that, and kreacher jumped on him. “don’t insult master regulus! Take it back! Take it back! Master regulus is not foolish! He’s kind to kreacher! Master regulus is kreacher’s master!” He screamed. “Master regulus is not a blood a traitor like you!” and Sirius saw red. He pushed away the damned elf not caring it hurt the elf. And went to his room.

He couldn’t cry, there was no tears left he can spare. All of them had been absorbed by the cold stones of Azkaban.

After that incident, Kreacher didn’t stop. Unlike the letters he could burn easily, he had to endured himself hearing Kreacher comparing him with his mother and regulus. “Mistress wouldn’t- master regulus wouldn’t-“ and Sirius would screamed “I’m not them!”

When exhaustion claimed him. he ordered kreacher to never speak of their name ever again. And the whole house went into silence.

For months he tried to fix himself. He didn’t know how.

So he distract himself with the Order, with Harry. Focusing on how he could make things better for him. things he didn’t managed to get from his mother, the hole it created, he filled it by giving it to Harry. He had time. He just had to be patient and then he would be free. He will have a home again.

and he made a plan

When the war is over, he would take Harry to see the world.

When the war is over , he would show him how to ride his motorcycle, like he showed James.

When the war is over, he would tell him the many ‘conquests’ he shared with James.

When the war is over, he would tell him, how loved he is everyday

But when the war finally ended, he didn’t even get to see it.

Sirius died knowing he did the right thing, he died with James’s face smiling at him. He died a painless death, and he smiled through it, knowing he protected the most precious thing he ever had in his life.

He died, however without knowing some things.

He died, without knowing that the letters he burned in 1979, was an invitation to his brother’s funeral. of how regulus had died and how his body was never found. Of how walburga delayed the funeral for a whole month awaiting Sirius’s response beside empty casket.

He died, without noticing, the day his mother visited. It was right after the funeral. She was wearing black and her face stained with tears. The last letter she delivered in person was Regulus’s will, where he explained and left everything to him, of his request to protect kreacher and their family.

He died, without knowing that his mother never disinherited him. They never named regulus their heir, and that was one of the reason regulus took the dark mark despite their family wariness. To prove to their parents he was more than worthy at 16 to took his brother’s place as heir, the age Sirius ran away.

He died, without noticing that his bedroom stayed the same, with no single thing misplaced even after 17 years he left and without finding his mother’s countless letter addressed to him but never sent. Where it could easily be found under her pillow case but now covered in dust and of the portrait that cried his name in silence.

He died, without knowing that if he had asked “how” instead of “when”, kreacher would had no choice but to explained to him, that his mother died of heartbreak and that his brother died defecting the dark lord. And Of how regulus died a noble death the same way as Sirius did.

He died, without knowing kreacher is the main reason, regulus defected. that he failed regulus’s last request by hurting kreacher. Ironically, kreacher then became the reason Sirius himself died.

He died in ignorance and bliss.

#sirius black #james potter #regulus black #walburga black #microfiction #implied prongsfoot which ofc unrequited #attempt at writing

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amiserableseriesofevents · 10 days ago

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Wherever you find love (it feels like Christmas)

24 Clegan Christmas drabbles for 24 days!

Prompt from here (but randomized)

[Day 1] [[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7] [Day 8] [Day 9] [Day 10] [Day 11] [Day 12] [Day 13] [Day 14] [Day 15] [Day 16]

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Day 17: Chocolate

Modern AU, wc 1172

They’re not calling it a date because John fears Gale might fly the scene in seconds if that word was to be uttered in his presence, but to John it’s nothing but one.

What else could it be? The two of them, alone, roaming around the Christmas market the day after John finally fessed up and told Gale, loud and clear, that he likes him as more than just a friend and that if Gale thinks he could feel the same then they should give it a try, or at least go out together to spend some time just between the two of them. And it was Gale’s idea to go to the Christmas market he still hasn’t visited, which counted as a big ass win in John’s book.

“The handcraft stalls are over there, if you still need to buy some last minute presents,” John says pointing to the heavily adorned white cabins on the side of the plaza. “I bought an embroidered apron for my mum last year and she adored it,” he adds before mentally cursing himself because of course Gale doesn’t need to buy his mother a present given he hasn’t seen or talked to her in a few years. He’s about to suggest something else — anything, really — but Gale nods. “It sounds like something Marge could like,” he says.

He ends up buying matching crocheted keychains for Marge and her girlfriend Helen, looking extremely satisfied with his purchase. John sees him glancing wistfully at a knitted blue scarf that’s hanging from the side of the stall, recoiling when he notices the price, and makes a mental note to come back and barter for it with the vendor to get Buck a perfect Christmas gift.

“I’m starving,” he announces once they’ve scouted every handicraft station. “Fancy a hot chocolate?”

Gale snorts, looking at him a bit skeptical. “You’re starving and your first thought is hot chocolate? I figured you were going for someone from that place over there,” he says pointing at another stall that sells hot dogs, roasts, and other fat, savory stuff. John shakes his head. “It’s too early for that kind of thing Buck, that’ll be our dinner. Now it’s hot chocolate time, you want one? It’s on me.”

“No way,” Gale protests. “You’re always paying!”

“And so what? It’s only fair I pay when this is a, erm, something I invited you to,” John answers, catching himself before speaking the cursed word. “Actually it was me who suggested we came here,” Gale valiantly protest.

John sighs. “Fine. I’ll get the chocolate, you can get the marshmallows, ok? It’s a fair trade, I promise. What’s that face, you don’t like marshmallows in your chocolate?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Gale answers, a light flush on his face that’s not entirely caused by the cold. “I’ve never had them. I’ve never had an actual hot chocolate either, I think: my mom used to make those with water, and they never tasted as good as everyone would say, so…”

John looks at him in horror. “With water?! You need milk to have the perfect hot chocolate, Buck! Don’t worry, I’ll treat you to one and I promise you’re gonna love it,” he says, then takes his chance at grabbing Gale by the hand to drag him to the hot beverages cabin. A girl dressed as an elf greets them and, obnoxiously batting her eyes at Gale, asks them what they want.

“We have all kinds of flavors,” she chirps. “Spiced chocolate, with bourbon, with caramel or salted caramel, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate-”

“I’ll take a salted caramel one, thank you,” John interrupts her, placing himself in front of Gale to shield him from the girl’s attention. “You, Buck?”

“I’ll try a classic one for today. And I’ll get these two packs of marshmallows as well.”

The girl keeps flirting with Gale the whole time she prepares their two chocolates and John would be fuming if it wasn’t for the fact that Gale looks completely oblivious about it, just nodding along with that vacant stare of his that means he’s not actually listening. He also keeps licking his lips, probably for the heady smell of the chocolate; he looks lovely but John also wants to rip his own hair off because he has no right to look so unknowingly sexy.

“That girl wouldn’t let it go, uh?” John teases him when they walk away, stopping to add some colorful marshmallows to their drinks — and if he puts more on Buck’s chocolate, well, that’s nobody’s business.

“Mh? You saying she was flirting?”

“Of course she was, Buck! You really weren’t interested, uh?”

“Obviously no. She’s not my type, and besides I would never consider someone’s flirting when I’m with someone else,” Gale answers, outraged like it’s obvious. It makes a flurry of butterflies swirl inside John’s stomach but he doesn’t say anything about it, he just toasts his hot cocoa with Buck’s and then they drink. John’s is delicious, the salty of the caramel balancing the thick sweetness of the chocolate, and he has to admit the girl was very good at her job because the drink is dense like John could eat it with a spoon.

Gale, slowly sipping his own cup, looks mesmerized.

“You like it?” John asks him with a tender smile.

“It’s amazing,” Gale answers and there’s a tiny smudge of chocolate at the corner of his mouth, so tempting John can’t pull his eyes away from it.

“It’s much better than what my mother used to do, I can’t believe I’ve never had one so good before- John, are you ok? There’s something on my face?” Gale asks, suddenly worried that John’s staring at him with such intensity.

John snaps back to reality, blushing something fierce. “No! I mean, you have some chocolate there, on your lips,” he adds, gesturing frantically for it. Gale’s tongue darts out of his mouth again, its pink tip still tantalizing, and yet somehow he misses it.

“Done?” He asks, and John shakes his head so Gale tries again, and John’s mind screaming to grab him a tissue because he can’t go on like that or he’ll explode. “Wait, let me-” he says and brings a thumb to Gale’s mouth, cleans the chocolate and then instinctively brings the stained pad to his mouth and licks it clean.

Gale stares at him for a split second like a man possessed, then before John can have the time to even process what’s going on he’s all over him, kissing him right there careless of who’s watching. John gasps in surprise but he’s quick to catch up, sliding his free arm around Gale’s waist to pull him closer and deepen the kiss, his mouth suddenly filled with the sweetness of the chocolate.

When he pulls away, Gale looks even more surprised than John for what just happened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” he starts but John shuts him up immediately.

“Do it again,” he says, breathless and hoping. Gale obliges him.

#clegan christmas drabbles #clegan #buck x bucky #mota #john egan #gale cleven #mota fanfic #ginia writes #masters of the air #buckbucky

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ashleigghh · 1 year ago

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Day 15- elf. No main, 864 words

“So, just making sure we’re clear here,” Barty starts, hands pressed together gesturing as he talks, “You are an elf now?” He looks around the table, reassuring himself that everyone else is confused too and he isn’t on his own.

They’ve tried really hard to wrap their heads around the whole concept of muggle Christmas. Lily, Mary and James have tried to explain but it just seems to confuse them even more, which is why Marlene gave up after a failed attempt to explain leaving out a plate of cookies.

Pandora shrugs in response to Barty’s question, she understands more traditions than the rest of them but is more blindly following along with her girlfriends' traditions than actively understanding and participating.

“For December, Lily and Mary do it every year, they run this thing in their hometown,” Pandora waves a hand, not really sure how to explain it, and throws back her drink “I don’t know, they asked me if I would join them so I agreed.”

“You don’t even know what you’re doing? What is this?” Evan leans forward, staring at his sister sceptically, confusion clear in his furrowed brow.

“I’d do pretty much anything for them,” Pandora sighs dreamily and Evan pretends to gag while Dorcas pinches her cheek and calls her a big softie.

“Aren’t elves the ones who make all the toys?” Barty seems very stuck on this topic, trying fruitlessly to wrap his head around the concept, it shouldn’t be that hard really, they know all about house elves and magic so the muggle version shouldn’t be so confusing.

“No, I think that’s the, um, the guy, Reggie what’s his name?” Dorcas jostles Regulus’ arm, who just looks at her in confusion, being jolted out of his staring at someone across the bar. It’s then that she sees who he is staring at and smiles at him teasingly.

“Oi, Potter!” She calls across the bar to where he stands with a few friends. He turns and upon spotting Regulus his face lights up with a blinding grin, he turns away to talk to his friends, practically bounding over to them afterwards.

“Hi, I didn’t know you were here,”

“Can we ask you a question?” Barty asks, probably far too drunk to even remember this tomorrow but still following through on his quest for an answer.

“You just did, but feel free to ask another,” James jokes, visibly flustered as his eyes keep darting back to Regulus. Barty doesn’t even notice, leaning across Evan to look James in the eye while he questions him.

“Who is the guy, the red one, with the hat? We don’t remember.” James laughs at them, although not unkindly, happy to oblige and answer their Christmas questions even if they ask the same thing a hundred times.

“Santa Claus,” Barty nods, trying to follow his train of thought.

“So he makes the present?”

“No, that’s the elves,” James answers and Barty snaps his head around to look at Pandora, gesturing so wildly that he nearly smacks Evan, who interlinks their hands to stop him.

“They’re going to make you make the toys, Panda, do you even know how?” He laments his words slightly slurred by the copious amounts of alcohol he’s consumed. Pandora pats his hand consolingly, looking slightly more apprehensive about her winter job than she was earlier.

“I’ll figure it out,”

“I’m confused,” James admits, placing his drink down on the table and sliding into the booth beside Regulus. “Why would Pandora be making the presents?”

“She agreed to be an elf,” Evan frowns and rolls his eyes at sister's romantic side, “because her girlfriends asked her to, so she didn’t even check what she had to do.”

“Oh, you’re being an Elf for the Christmas fair?” James asks to clarify and Pandora nods, frowning down at her hands, “You just dress up, and then you help with the Santa’s grotto, you’ll help keep the lines entertained, run little decorative workshops and stuff, it’s fun I helped out a few years ago.”

“Dress up? Are they going to shrink her?” Barty asks, genuinely confused and sounding slightly scared. A stranger gives them a weird look as he walks past and Dorcas glares back in retaliation to their judgement.

“Are they going to make her look like Kreacher?” Evan practically sobs, placing his face into his hands as his eyes well up, “She looks weird enough as it is!” He teases, it’s his sister, what kind of brother would he be if he didn’t tease her?

She kicks him under the table, “We look pretty much the same, dickhead.”

James laughs, and she turns to him, eyes wide and full of worry, “Are they going to make me look like Kreacher?”

James shakes his head, unsure how to explain this to the table full of drunk out of their mind purebloods with no understanding of the muggle traditions. “No, you’ll still look like you,”

Pandora visibly deflates in relief, and Evan immediately stops his dramatics.

“Well, she’s not even going to be an elf then?” Barty seems more annoyed by this than the original confusion over how she’d be an elf, “What’s the point?”

#christmas #marauders era #christmas writing challenge #marauders #pandora rosier #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #james potter #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #pandora x lily x mary #james x regulus #barty x evan

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daydreamgoddess14 · 2 years ago

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My bad habits lead to you pt. 5

MASTERLIST

Sequel to We lie awake in love and fear

From a prompt by @lilacmermaid25:

5 times Ted returns from Kansas for a wedding, one time he returns 'just because'.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Here we go... nearly at the end now. Sorry in advance for the cliffhanger! 😘

Chapter 5

Colin and Michael - New Year's Day 2025

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: 31st November 2024

Subject: Stuff

Hello Henry,

Thanks for your email, I hope you've recovered from Thanksgiving? How's the TIE Fighter coming along? You'll have to send me a photo next time. I was thinking of getting a Millenium Falcon for Christmas but I'm not sure your mum would want it taking up her house! Maybe I can get one and you can keep it here. I'm sorry to hear about your dad and Marie, you were right - he didn't tell me. I hope he's OK, he told me what you said when you came over last time. He wants to be close to you, and I can't blame him - you're so much fun to hang out with! Next time you visit we'll have to plan some days out - as long as you don't mind me tagging along?

Speak to you soon!

With warm regards, Rebecca

(Hi Michelle, of course I don't mind, it's lovely to hear from both of you. I sometimes wonder what might have happened if Ted hadn't been so stubborn in keeping his UK and Kansas lives so separate. Take care, R)

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: 7th December 2024

Subject: Christmas

Hey Becca (can I call you that? Dad does so…?),

I hope you're ready for Christmas? I can't wait to visit again, I hope I can get dad to agree to take me in the spring. It would be so cool to have a Millenium Falcon! But it is huge, mom said it could live at yours and we can build it together when I visit. I asked mom whether I could visit more but she said it's up to my dad.

Thanks for the Roblox credits! There's a way cool new game on there I want to try!

Love H xoxo

Hey Rebecca, at this point I think Henry’s ready to hop on a plane alone to visit. He misses Richmond so much! I think I'll join him! It's a shame Ted can't understand that it's not just about where he is. I'm guessing you haven't spoken to him recently but he's probably less present a few blocks away than he was 4000 miles away. How can I persuade him that home isn't a place? After what I've heard about/from Marie, I get it now. It's you. Will keep trying, but you know how stubborn he is! Speak soon, Chelle xo

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: 18th December 2024

Subject: Christmas

Hi both!

Did you get the Christmas box OK? Just some things for both of you. The Falcon is safe in my office ready for when you visit!

You're both welcome to visit whenever you want - without Ted if you wish!

(Here’s the boring bit for mum! If only you knew the things I suggested to him. Schools for both of you - anything you wanted or needed. I know it was too much to ask of you though. Just as I'd never ask Ted to leave Henry, he'd never ask you to uproot your lives in Kansas. It's not about me, I know this is the sacrifice he believes he needs to make as a parent.)

We had a crazy Christmas party this week - Isaac dressed as Santa again and we somehow managed to get Jamie to dress up as an Elf! I've sent some of the tamer pictures for you, but it did get wild! Nate has got a new Karaoke machine and it gets a bit of a workout every Friday after training. I’m pretty sure it’s just so Roy can go and do some work in peace though and he knows they won’t bother him. I’m going to Leslie’s for Christmas dinner this year, but first I have to go and take some gifts to some families in the community. I’ll pop in and say hello to Mae for you, H - she asks after you all the time! She suggested one of the gifts in your box - I wonder if you can guess which one?!

Love, Becca (of course you can call me Becca, darling. I love it!) xxx

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: 24th December 2024

Subject: Christmas

Hi Becca,

Merry Christmas!

Your gift box was way too generous - thank you! Henry loved all of it - especially the dart board! And I'm so grateful for the things you included for me, you really shouldn't have!

Hen told his dad that we'd been mailing you, I think he was a little surprised!

I don't think you overstepped by looking into schools etc. It just shows how much you care for Ted - for all of us, really. Things were obviously a bit strained at the time with Jake around. Turns out he wasn’t as great as I thought - always the way!

Have a great Christmas & hopefully we'll get to see you soon.

Love, Chelle & H xoxo

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Rebecca beamed at her inbox, the month she’d spent exchanging emails with Henry and Michelle had been lovely - her responses had gotten less and less formal and she’d really been able to see Michelle in a new light. Though she hadn’t heard from Ted personally and therefore wasn’t supposed to know about his split with Marie, she was grateful that Henry had told her. It had brought her so much joy to send a huge gift basket over to them for Christmas. She’d laughed hysterically at the thought of Henry and Michelle trawling through the big box with gifts for both of them while Ted looked on utterly bemused. She’d sent a box to him too, a separate one with new LASSO Richmond shirts - she hadn’t taken him off the staff workwear order list so every few months a handful of new training polos arrived for him, she’d taken to sleeping in them. She’d also put a really great picture of the two of them from Keeley and Roy’s wedding where they’d been laughing together in the box along with the snacks she knew he’d come to love which he couldn’t get in the US. She’d had the guru in the IT department burn a CD for her - to their horror - of songs she’d noted that reminded her of Ted. She could picture him driving Henry to school and the Macarena coming on. She’d had a wonderful Christmas dinner with the Higgins’ and members of the team who didn’t have family locally. Since the year when everyone had descended on his house, the event had remained popular and once she’d done her gift deliveries she’d joined them. She’d taken photos of the huge table - the surfboard needed to be used again, selfies with half the team and Julie, and sent them to Ted. She’d video called Keeley, Roy and Jamie who’d had a quiet morning but were expecting Phoebe for a sleepover, she’d caught up with her mother, Sassy and Nora and exchanged messages with Trent. By 10pm she was back home and exhausted. She poured a large glass of wine and took it to her sitting room where she could put her feet up and Netflix on. Her phone buzzed on the arm of the sofa with a call from Ted.

“Hello stranger. Merry Christmas.”

“Hey Becca, Merry Christmas. Sorry it’s been a while.”

“I’ll forgive you. How’s your day going?” She checked her watch, late afternoon for Ted.

“So far so good. Been at Michelle’s with Hen and both of our moms.”

“Hmm… ouch?”

“Something like that. I keep running into Michelle in the kitchen trying to hide from them. Henry keeps dragging us back in so he doesn’t have to handle them alone.”

“Poor boy, you can’t do that to him!”

“Good job someone sent him a heap of lego to keep him busy?”

“If you think that’s a lot of lego, you should see my home office.”

“You didn’t have to, you know?”

“I wanted to. Henry means a lot to me, he deserves to be spoiled.”

“And Michelle? I didn’t realise my ex wife and my… you had gotten so close.”

“My you? We’ve made a connection, that’s all. And I remember you said she’d heard about my skincare routine so I thought I’d send some products. One of those luxuries she’d never purchase for herself.”

“At 200 dollars a bottle?”

“Ted, we’re in our forties, I have no intention of looking like my father when I get to 70 and ‘m sure neither does Michelle. We have to take care of ourselves.” He didn’t respond. “Ted, are you mad that your ex wife and son and I are emailing each other?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know. Why does it feel like you’re all conspiring against me?”

“We would never do that. I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am, Ted, but I distinctly recall telling you that I would never influence your choices when it came to Henry. And Henry and Michelle are looking out for you.”

“Some would call it meddling.”

“Some would call it loving you. If you’re going to be a prick, I’m hanging up. It’s Christmas day and You’ve Got Mail is on.”

“I’m sorry, you’re right. Of course Henry isn’t meddling, he’s a kid.”

“He knows more than you give him credit for. He knows his own mind, and he knows when the people he loves aren’t happy.” Silence again. “Are you coming over next week? For the wedding?”

“Of course, I’ve got a streak to maintain.” Rebecca choked on her wine. “In that, I haven’t missed a Richmond wedding yet?”

“Right, that streak. Well Colin is very excitable. Everyone is looking forward to seeing you.”

“I’m surprised they’re not sick of me. Is it me or has there been a lot of weddings since I left?”

“No, there has. Keeley and I were talking about it. They all seem to be happening in very quick succession. I’m ready for a break from them now. But you know us, any excuse for a good party.”

“True.” He mused. "How've you been?"

"Good, I've not long gotten back from Leslie’s. Half the team were there, it was a lovely day. Thierry is awful at charades and Richard brought his new Victoria's Secret model girlfriend."

"Sounds fun, what's she like?"

"Oh she's lovely, she's doing a PHD in mechanical engineering. The modelling is just a side hustle."

"Sounds like the premise for a romcom."

"It does, doesn't it? Suffice to say all of the boys were very enamoured with her. Though I think she's far too smart for them."

"Someone I know is remarkably similar, actually."

"Keeley? That's what I said."

"You, sweetheart."

"Don't be silly."

"Underestimated by anyone and everyone."

"Except you."

"Oh I'm definitely stupid enough to have underestimated you in the past. I try to avoid it now." She heard hushed voices in the background of the call, "hang on a sec." She waited for a minute and her phone beeped with a request to switch to video. She accepted and the screen filled with Ted and Henry.

"Henry!"

"Becca! Merry Christmas!"

"You too! Having fun?"

"Both grandma's are asleep on the sofa. I came to get dad to do some lego."

"You guys had better run then! Can't miss out on lego."

"Have you had a good day?"

"I have, thank you, all the better for seeing you though!"

"Mom says hi, she's starting the book you sent her."

"That's wonderful, darling. You've still got the rest of the day to have fun, it's nearly bedtime for me." Ted watched back and forth, first surprised by Henry calling her 'Becca', then by her calling him 'darling'. "I'll let you both go, thank you for calling me. It was so lovely to hear you both. Ted, I'll see you in a few days? And H, we'll work on a Spring visit? See you soon my love!" She said with a wink.

"Go choose a lego set, Hen, I'll just say goodbye to Becca." Henry disappeared from view, "A Spring visit?"

"We've got some great days out planned. You should join us." Rebecca said with a smirk.

"You're trouble."

"Only occasionally."

"I'll see you in a few days."

"You will. Goodnight, Ted. Merry Christmas."

"Goodnight, Bec. Merry Christmas."

~~~~~~~~

Ted was due to arrive the day before New Year's eve. Rebecca and Keeley had planned on attending the match late afternoon on New Year's eve and then a low key team celebration to see in 2025. Roy had given strict instructions for everyone to have a tame night, nothing wild or crazy, so that they could all be fresh and ready for Colin's wedding.

"Come on, Jamie!" Rebecca roared alongside Ted as Jamie received the ball from Dani and found space through the center of the pitch. They were 2-0 down and the second half had just started. They needed three goals in the next 45 minutes to avoid struggling in the second half of the season. He hit the post and Rebecca growled in frustration, the ball bounced back towards Sam who managed to get it under control and take a shot of his own. Nelson Road went crazy as Sam's shot found the goal. Rebecca was on her feet, as were Keeley and Ted. The ball was barely back in play when Dani took a shot of his own to make it 2-2.

"I don't know whether I like watching from up here more, or down by the pitch. I didn't realise how excited you get." He said with a knowing grin.

"Ted, this is nothing - I thought she was going to run down to the pitch during your last game!" Keeley laughed. The match frustratingly slowed down and Richmond were unable to score again, luckily neither did the other team so they settled with a tie. Beard did some complicated math over dinner at Ola's and tried to come up with the various combinations of final standings until Rebecca took his notebook away with a glare,

"We are 5 months away from the end of the season. We're only halfway through." She sat back down next to Ted and stashed the book into her bag. Isaac's hand came down to knock on the table.

"Get the karaoke out - Jamie's gotta sing Britney!" he ordered.

"Why?!"

"You hit the post. Thems the rules bro."

"Nah man, we got the goal!"

"Sammy got the goal. You got the post. Sing for me, pretty boy." Jamie cursed and grumbled while Nate set the machine up. He soon warmed up to his audience and treated them all to a rendition of Toxic - complete with saucy dance moves.

"It's no Macarena, but that boy can dance." Ted pointed out.

"One day, I'm sure he'll teach you how to Macarena if it means that much to you." Rebecca soothed.

"I'd rather learn it from you. Them hips definitely don't lie, honey." They’d hardly left each other's side since he arrived at Nelson Road just in time for the match, they'd also not said a word about Marie. Rebecca could feel the knowledge that he was single coursing through her veins, it both put her on edge and comforted her all at once. It seemed to put more tension between them. Should anything happen, neither of them would be in the wrong this time, but the arrival and departure of both Matthijs and Marie hadn't never really been the issue. They'd just been disguising the original blocker of Ted's move back to Kansas. The karaoke continued despite Roy trying to tame them all. When it became clear that Colin and Michael were also up for a party, no one else had any excuse to leave early. If the grooms wanted to sing karaoke the night before their wedding then the team wouldn't let them down. After much persuasion from Rebecca and Keeley - who'd both worked their way through the Spice Girls back catalogue - Ted was finally on stage. He'd refused to sing alone though so Keeley cued up a duet for him to share with Rebecca.

Don't go breaking my heart

I couldn't if I tried

Honey if I get restless

Baby you're not that kind

Don't go breaking my heart

You take the weight off of me

Honey when you knock on my door

Ooh, I gave you my key

They bumped hips in time to the music, Rebecca’s arm over his shoulder and a shared microphone between them. Around the room, the team loved every second.

Woo hoo

Nobody knows it

But when I was down

I was your clown

Woo hoo

Nobody knows it

Right from the start

I gave you my heart

Oh-oh

I give you my heart

Rebecca pointed at Ted, singing every word to him. He joined in, laughing and spinning her around. Jamie watched curiously,

"Ey, are they together or what?" He nudged Roy.

"Fuck if I know."

"I mean, they look like they're together. They act like it. Do ya reckon they've fucked?"

"Course they have." Despite having asked the question, Jamie still nearly fell off his chair in shock.

"Fuck offffffff! How'd you know?"

"Cos I fuckin' know."

"Keeley told ya dint she?"

"No, she wouldn't tell me anything. I guessed. And I had to go back to our room at Beard's wedding so I overheard them. Scarred me for life."

"Obviously dint scar ya that much, me an Keeley had a great night." He teased. "I can't believe it. I mean, I can, it's just weird to think about."

"Too weird to think about?"

"Too fuckin weird."

"What's weird?" Keeley asked, squeezing between them.

"Ted and Rebecca fucking."

"That's not weird. That would literally be the hottest thing in the world. I'd combust."

"Hang on, hang on, you've got us… but you wanna watch that?" Jamie asked, affronted. Keeley nodded her head,

"Duhhh! Anyway, it's nearly midnight so get ready for a snog boys!" Sam managed to wrestle the microphone from Beard and gave them a two minute heads up. He switched the speakers to the radio for the countdown and went back to drag Simi away from the bar where she was lining up row after row of shots. Ted returned to Rebecca after catching up with Nate for a while.

"So, boss-"

"Not your boss, Ted."

"If you say so. Who ya kissing at midnight? Keeley Jones-Kent? Beardo the Weirdo?"

"You?"

"Me? You sure about that?"

"I'm not fully convinced, but I don't exactly have long left to find an alternative." Ted turned to face her.

"You want an alternative? How 'bout Dani?"

"Hmm. Both girlfriends are here."

"Jan?"

"You?" She suggested again, an exasperated smile forming.

"Back to me again, huh? Wow you're really limited on options." In the background, the team were counting down.

"Oh, I think you might be the best option." She leaned in towards him,

Six, five, -

"In fact, you're the only option."

Four, three, two, -

She hesitated briefly halfway to a kiss, but of course, he met her in the middle.

One! Happy New Year!

The noise of their family around them faded into the background as Ted's hand cupped the back of her head and his fingers tangled into her hair. He pulled her closer, sliding along the bench to bridge the gap between them.

"Happy New Year, Becca." He whispered, resting his forehead against hers.

"Happy New Year." She went to lean back in to kiss him again, "Will you come back with me tonight?"

"Sure will, sweetheart, if that's what you want?"

~~~~~~~

The party quickly began to fade with the new year coming in. Colin and Michael left to try and get some rest before the next day. With Leslie, Julie, Trent and the other older members of the group heading out, Rebecca and Ted decided to join them. They all jumped into a selection of waiting Ubers, calling out goodnight, blowing kisses and looking forward to the wedding. No one said a word when Ted got into Rebecca’s cab. She leaned against him in the back seat, her hand on his thigh and his hand tracing patterns down her arm. At her house, he helped her out of her coat and followed her upstairs where he unzipped her dress. She sat on the edge of the bed while he removed her high heels, a hand stroking up her calf. She pulled the dress up and over her head, leaving her in the lingerie set she told him she brought with him in mind. He sat back on his heels with a smile.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she said shyly. "I missed you." She reached out for him. "I've had enough of quick, stolen moments."

"Tell me what you need, baby?"

"I need you to make love to me, Ted." He stood up to remove his clothes while she watched. He blushed, but she pulled him towards her by the waistband of his boxers and kissed a line from one hip to the other. She palmed the hard line in his boxers but he gripped her wrist before she could touch him any more. He pushed her gently back onto the bed, still holding her wrists, and raised them above her head.

"Keep those hands right there for me, honey." He muttered against her skin, then he kissed a hot path down her body, his mustache scratching against her stomach and hips. "I just realised the most terrible thing." He said, pulling her lace knickers down. He pulled her thighs apart and dragged her down to the edge of the bed. "I haven't gone down on you since the first time."

"That can't be true." She whined as he licked through her folds. He stopped to reply, making her moan with the loss of contact.

"Sure is baby, it's been more than a year of quick, stolen moments, remember?" Before she could reply again, his mouth was on her clit and he was pumping two fingers inside her. He had her on the edge almost immediately, knowing exactly where and how she needed him. She came hard, her hands still above her head but frantically gripping the sheets. He didn't let up as she came, he continued to suck and tease her until her thighs clenched around him again. Unable to touch him with her hands, she ground her hips against his mouth, desperate for more contact, more of him. He took his time so he could really see her fall apart, he'd missed being able to drag it out for her - they’d had such little time together. When he released her clit with a pop, she moved her legs and reached to pull him up the bed. "Where d'ya want me, sweetheart?" He asked, hands coveting her body, biting a nipple through her bra.

"Sit up." He did as she asked, back against the headboard. She straddled his lap and wasted no time in sinking down onto him.

"Hmm, thought we were taking our time?" He asked, grunting into her collarbone as she settled. She stopped moving,

"Maybe you were. Shall I go slow?" She teased, bringing his face up to her. She ground her hips so slowly, it was like she'd barely moved at all. They both groaned deeply. She fucked him slowly, languidly, rising and falling onto his cock at an agonising pace. The friction against her clit was exquisite each time she rolled her hips. The tension built until they were both mumbling each other's names and little else. Rebecca captured Ted’s mouth in a filthy kiss, sending them both over the edge as he gripped her hips tightly while he spilled inside her. He held her against him as they caught their breath.

"Fuck, Becca. I love you." They fell asleep together quickly, knowing that for the first time in over a year, they'd also wake up together. Their morning together reminded Rebecca of the morning after their first time - right before Ted had left. Before Matthijs, before Marie. She woke to him spooned around her, hands roaming her body. He pulled her leg back to hook over the back of his knee and open her up to him. His hand snaked across her waist, dipped to guide himself into her and then rolled around her clit until she reached behind her to pull him into a messy kiss. Then in the shower, he’d gotten to his knees while she was trying to wash her hair. In the kitchen, bent over her kitchen table, just as he’d dreamed about. And then finally, on the stairs before they left for the wedding.

~~~~~~~~

Rebecca watched Colin fiddle with his tie again. The young Welshman looked more nervous than she had ever seen. She couldn't hold herself still any longer. She passed Ted her bag and brushed past him. It was only a few steps to the front of the room where she took his hands away from his tie and held them gently. Ted watched her smile at the young man, she talked quietly to him as she released his hands, unknotted and retied the tie. She kissed his cheek, also turned to Isaac alongside him, and held his hand for a second before popping back to her seat.

"Soccer mom." Ted teased.

"Fuck you."

"Please do. That was very sweet, is he OK?"

"Have you not had enough of me since midnight?" she asked, eyebrows raised. "He's nervous. He'll be fine. The very public declarations of love are the hardest part." Michael appeared in the doorway, appearing far calmer than Colin.

"There's no such thing as enough of you." He whispered. Once again, Rebecca cried during the ceremony while Ted supplied tissues and held her hand. Once the ceremony was over, the attendees headed toward the bar. Colinand Michael had chosen a lovely boutique hotel in central London for their venue, both families had descended en masse along with seemingly all of Richmond.

“Someone had a good night.” Keeley said to Rebecca while Ted was at the bar with Roy and Jamie.

“Are we talking about you guys? Because, I would probably pay to watch that.”

“Aww babe! I’d let you watch for free. I meant you though.”

“You’re too kind.”

“You’re glowing. The kind of glow that only comes from about 5 orgasms.”

“Pretty sure it was more like 7 or 8.” Rebecca muttered.

“Fuck me!”

“I’m a bit tired actually, can we reschedule?”

“I’m not surprised you’re tired! How are you still standing?!” Keeley asked gleefully.

“No idea. Gin and the promise of more?”

“Yeah that’d probably keep me going too. So are you… together? Giving it a go?” Ted was on his way over with Roy and the drinks.

“No idea, haven’t talked yet. Mostly just fucked.” Rebecca managed to admit just before they were in earshot.

“Hi Ted!” Keeley greeted him with a knowing grin. “Get back to Mae’s ok last night?” She asked innocently.

“Hey Keels,” he kissed her cheek, “did you guys have a good night? I stayed at Rebecca’s last night, shared a cab y’know. New Year's Eve, crazy Uber prices and all that.”

“Hmm yeah. I mean, it’s not like you’re both filthy rich or anything. Who needs to spend an extra 30 quid on a taxi, that would just be reckless.” She raised an eyebrow. Rebecca cleared her throat.

“Excuse me, I’m just going to the ladies. Keeley?”

“Nope, I’m good right here thanks babe.” Rebecca hesitated,

“Sure?”

“Yep, off you pop.”

“What is it with you two and off you pop?” Ted questioned as Rebecca disappeared from view.

“I’m asking the questions here, pal.” Keeley spun to face him. “What’s going on?” Ted had a caught in the headlights look about him.

“I… don’t know?” Roy stood behind Keeley shaking his head.

“Wrong answer. You’re in for it now.”

“Wrong answer. You’ve got this whole perfect boyfriend vibe going on since you arrived yesterday, loving on her like you two haven’t been torturing each other for over a year. And she told me about last night. Or this morning. Whichever, whatever.”

“Keeley, I-”

“I want to make sure that you’re not going to hurt her. You have no idea how brightly she shines when you’re around - those little infrequent visits and the hot, sneaky sex and then you bugger off back to Kansas and it’s like she’s not sure of herself.”

“She always shines.”

“She does, yes. But when you’re here it’s… honestly it’s something else. And maybe you don’t see it, but when you’re not here there’s a piece missing.”

“Let me guess, the lemon in the gin? The salt in the tequila?”

“Yes! See - you do get it!”

“Beard said something similar. So did Becca, actually. But they were referring to…” he gestured around the room, the team. “All of this. Everyone.”

“It is everyone, don’t get me wrong. But we all have something, someone. I’ve got Roy and Jamie, Leslie’s got Julie, the team are the team. We all pulled each other along when you first left and we got by, but you just don’t see how much harder it is for her. Going home alone every night? She’s the only one with no one.” Ted looked down into his whiskey. “I, we,” she looked around the room, “care too much for her for her to be alone. We care too much for you too.”

“I’ll bear that in mind. Thanks Keeley.”

“I love you , Ted.”

“I love you too, hon. You’re the best.” He put an arm around her.

“Don’t fuckin’ tell her that, she’ll get a big head.” Roy groaned. “She’s already got enough people under her thumb.”

“Including you, baby!” Keeley replied with a wink and a finger gun.

“Oh god, are we telling Keeley how great she is again?” Rebecca rejoined them.

“I’m the best, apparently.” The younger woman beamed.

“Yes you are, darling. I certainly can’t live without you.” The party soon got into full swing, despite hangovers from the previous night. With Keeley’s comments echoing in his mind, Ted focused on Rebecca. Slow dancing with her, joining her with the team and staying by her side. No one questioned it, no one asked what they were to each other. He stayed at her house again that night. He made her a cup of brown water in the morning to take back up to her in bed, eager to get back to her.

“Goodness me! Ted, you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Mornin’ Deborah, nice to see you again.”

“Good morning. Nice to see you’re wearing clothes.”

“Yeah well, Rebecca warned me you have a habit of dropping by unannounced. I’ll go and get her.” They spent the day together, went out for dinner with the coaches, their partners, Leslie, Julie and Trent. Rebecca could almost believe that it was real, that this was their life together. She watched as he packed up the small suitcase he’d retrieved from Mae’s after apologising to her for not once sleeping in the bed he’d paid for. She sat cross-legged in the center of the bed wearing one of his coaching t-shirts. He’d found the drawer full and she’d had to come clean about why she had them.

~~~~~~~~~

The following morning, he left her with a kiss at the front door to go to the airport. She managed to wait all of 20 minutes before she was hurriedly dressing and following him out of the door. Habit again saw her purchasing another first class ticket.

“Well this feels a lot like deja vu.” He said, stepping away from the ticket desk. “Another first class ticket? Where for this time?”

“I need to say something.” She replied nervously. “I didn’t say it last time, I was too scared. But I can’t let you leave again without saying it. We’ve both ruined potential new relationships because we can’t seem to let go of whatever this is. I need you to know that I love you, Ted. I love you more than anything in the world and I’d do anything if you’d stay. I want-” her voice broke over her tears as she voiced everything she hadn’t said previously. “I want you to come back to me. I want you to come back for me. If it means I spend half a year in Kansas with you, I’d do it. Whatever it takes, I need you to know that I’ll be all in, just say the word. But we can’t keep doing whatever this is. I love you too much to keep stringing this along. I love Henry too much to take you away from him. So we either find a way, or we don’t.” He stepped forwards to hold her as she cried in his arms again.

Last call for passengers to Paris, France.

“Let me… let me think. Let me talk to Michelle and Henry. God, sweetheart I’d give anything to be selfish right now, but I can’t. I love you, Rebecca. I’ll love you forever, but I need to figure this out first.” She nodded through her tears, her fingers holding onto his until the last moment as he stepped through the gate to his waiting flight.

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Let's Start Christmas Right Now. Seriously.

As all fourteen of my regular readers know, I've always had this thing about putting up Christmas decorations, or in any way mentioning Christmas, before Thanksgiving.

By "thing" I mean seeing anything Christmas related before mid-November would send me into a murderous rage. That's how I got banned from Wal-Mart.

I thought, and still think, starting Christmas while people are going down with heat exhaustion cheapens the holiday, and makes it overstay its welcome. I was okay with putting outside lights up early, mind you--as long as they weren't turned on until Thanksgiving weekend.

So I asked my State and Federal representatives to open a new hunting season: Any lit (or inflated) Christmas decorations seen before Thanksgiving would be open season. Shoot to darken!

That's how I used to feel.

Not this year. This year I'm a happy little friggin' elf.

Why? Because 2023 has been crap. In fact, it's been the crappiest of the 2020s, which has been the crappiest decade of the century. I know we're not that far in, but let's face it: A stream of horrible years doesn't make the most horrible less horrible. Someone get me that on a t-shirt.

Deaths, health scares, politics, extremists, the Kardashians are still around ... our dog died and our car broke down. That's a country song, man.

So, as the song goes: We need a little Christmas, today. Get started. Brighten up everything--make those electric meters spin. We need the color, the lights, the cheer, even the songs. Yes, I know Christmas is too commercial these days.

But so what? You don't have to be commercial. I mean, yeah, you should buy books to give out as Christmas presents, but otherwise don't worry about it: Just kick back and relax some between now and the 25th (of next month). Make the time. Watch a Christmas movie, curl up on the couch listening to Christmas music (ahem--while reading a good book, or one of mine), do whatever it takes to bring down the stress level a little. There's no law against it. I know, because my Representatives wouldn't return my calls.

Merry Christmas! Party early, and keep those lights on after the holidays, right up until the Santa Mafia shows up to get you committed.

The Santas are just grumpy because they have to work through the holidays.

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Do I really have to do this? I wanted to be Tiny Tim.

“Well you definitely can’t be Tiny Tim now," Lana scolds, "after that stunt you pulled with the protective ward.”

“Zat vardt," the Director snarls, "iz ze only zink keepink ze Krinkle from draggink every elf in ze buildink to Frostheim!”

“If we hadn’t put fresh chalk on the spot you touched," Lana explained, "we would have been in serious trouble! He could have come down that chimney in an instant and stuffed us in his jolly sack of despair and toil!”

Hey! I said I was sorry about that!

“No you didn’t!" Tiny T- (I mean the Ghost of Christmas Past, played by Alexia Minkworthy) snaps. "You got mad and said they should’ve told us earlier!”

“And they did tell us earlier," someone else added. "You just didn’t hear them because you wouldn’t put down your phone!”

I have a social media presence to maintain! If I don’t post something at least every ninety seconds my fans will start to worry!”

“Quit mit ze chatter! Just read ze cue cards!"

Sure thing, boss! Uhh … Shout and be jolly: Come in! and know me better, Mel! Who's Mel? I am the Ghost of Kringlemas Present! Kringlemas? It’s called Christmas, you odd silly Frenchy.

“READ ZE CUE CARDS ONLY!!! NO EXTRA KOMMENTARY! Und I am not French!”

Eep! Okay, okay! Um, Look upon me! You have never seen the like of me before!

“This story has been done to death," Alexia grumbles. "They probably have seen- OW! What’d I do?”

I come to you now in this present moment to discuss - no, DISCLOSE the secrets of the present to you. Ugh, who wrote this? For in this season of joy, generosity, and merrymaking not all are as fortunate as you. Look around you! What do you see? You are in a cozy place with a roaring lion - no, sorry, fire … warm drinks, and Five-Star entertainment. Oh please, this is barely two and a half-stars, and it’s only that high because I’m in it.

“VAT DID I ZAY ABOUT KOMMENTARY!?!”

The one you have betrayed so callously, at this very moment, could be hiding in a forsaken pine box in some forgotten corner of the world! Denied the festive pleasures that you take for granted at this VERY moment! Cold and alone with no one to share the season. Have you no shame? No pity? No decency? Did you plan to betray your wise and handsome elf lord again this year? Wise AND handsome? I can't wait to meet this guy, when's he supposed to be back? I KNOW, NO COMMENTARY! Lessee … you betray him for what? Another whistle? Really? Whistle? That's what it says. You are taking this moment for granted! SHAME OF THE HIGHEST MAGNITUDE BE UPON YOU! Is Adler Young not allowed to have a peaceful holiday as well? Will you turn your back on his generosity again this year? Mayhaps you should look in the mirror and wonder if you are deserting such constellations.

“Ze line iz: DEZERVINK ZUCH CONZIDERATIONZ! Vhat iz wronk mit you?”

Hey! It’s not my fault! The stage hand isn’t holding the cue cards steady!

“Vait… Who iz zat?”

“What the-?" Lana bellows. "INTERN!!! What in Fuma’s name are you doing here??”

“I accidentally violated twelve of my restraining orders," the Intern explains sheepishly, "when I went Christmas shopping at the mall. I decided to lay low here until the heat dies down.”

“Hey! Back off, buddy!" the clapboard operator snaps. "This here is my gig! I’m under contract!”

“Vhat kontrakt?? I zigned notzink!”

“Aaaargh!" Lana bleats miserably. "It’s these DAMN lowfolk unions! Intern! Get out of here and go do something useful! Fetch me a coffee! I need a warm drink.”

“Sure thing, boss lady!”

“And this time make sure it's JUST coffee!”

“Vhy must I be made to zuffer zo…”

“Aw, quitcher bellyachin," the clapboard girl grumbles. "We’ve all got problems.”

“No zatz out of you, STAGE HANT! Just give ze Geist of Present ze schtory book!”

Okay, um… The start-

“UND SCHTART FROM ZE BOOKMARK!”

I did!

. . .

The start of the journey was fairly uneventful. There was a handful of townsfolk who asked Rebecca if she had any remedies to sell, but they were disappointed to learn that she was leaving for a while. Adler asked if they should head to Percysthorpe by train. Wow, that’s a silly name for a town. Couldn't you come up with something believable like Nether Wallop, now THAT’S a nice solid town name. But, uhhh, where was I? AH! He was informed that the little farming town they were in had no railway station, and unless they wanted to ride in a cart full of grain, they were walking until they hit a town that did have one. Wow, life before everyone had a car really sucked. So they walked.

While they were walking along they saw a strange mel on the side of the road. Lots of blokes named Mel in this story.

. . .

Bella's reading is interrupted by a loud thump on the roof.

“Vhat vas zat??”

“It came from up on the housetop!" Lana exclaimed nervously. "Where’s the intern? Send him out to check! Also, where's my coffee??

“The two-tailed guy is outside snogging with a vaguely female shaped snowman. Oh, never mind, he’s taking his pants off now."

“GAH! Close the blinds!”

“Stage hant, go outzide und check vhat it vas zat lanted mit zuch a loud ZZUMP on ze roof.”

“Sorry, I’m on break.”

“YOU ARE ALL HORRIBLE UND USELETZ!!!”

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ok so i was wondering if you could do a florence pugh x reader where they have a 3/4 year older daughter called rose and r love’s christmas and like goes all out with like christmas decorations , food, matching pjs for christmas eve ect and try’s to make it a great time for rose. now it’s christmas day and rose gose into flos and readers room and wakes them up with billie and then they go and open the presents and just a whole bunch of fluff and christmas joy. i hope that makes sense

☃️ Little Elf ☃️

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: Christmas time just keeps getting better each year.

Fluff | 0.7K | Flo & Reader share a daughter |

AC: Bare with me while I catch up on posting!

Day 1 | Advent Calendar Masterlist 🎄

Christmas Eve was full of plenty of excitement as you took a shortly lived moment to watch your wife and your 3-year-old daughter, Rose, ice the cookies that you three baked hours beforehand. Florence sung Christmas tunes while Rose sang along nice and loud, decoronating the cookies before proudly showing them off to you. "Look mamma!" She held up her snowman cookie with the widest smile on her face making your heart melt at the sight. "That's a funky snowman sweetie!" You smiled in return.

Each year you and Florence would let the little girl pick out the matching Christmas themed PJs to wear. This year's set was bright red with Florence's top saying, "Mommy Elf", yours "Momma Elf" and Rose's saying "Little Elf" the bottoms had little cartoon elves covering the clothing which each cartoon doing something silly causing Rose to point them out with a giggle whenever she discovered a new pose.

After cookie decorating it was time for a movie on the sofa cuddled up with a hot coco that Florence always seemed to make perfectly to a T. "Billie come!" Your daughter coo'd after she confidently picked out Santa Paws because she wanted Billie to be able to watch the movie too. She brought so much love and joy to the life you shared with Florence, blowing you away every day with how fast she was quickly growing.

"She's adorable" Florence whispered halfway through the movie as her eyes were locked onto Rose who was curled up beside Billie fast asleep with her kiddie cup falling from her hand. "Like her mother" you smiled softly before placing a kiss on her cheek, "We should get her to bed, she'll be up early tomorrow" you added before Florence slowly sat up from laying up against you, "that she will be" she couldn't help but steal a kiss, "Merry Christmas Eve, darling" she whispered against your lips.

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The tiny footsteps of your 3-year-old daughter running down the hall from her room cause a warm smile to tug at your lips, especially when you hear Billie following closely behind her. Florence stirred slightly as she cuddled up to you wanting to get the shortly lived extra seconds of sleep before the excited little girl came bursting into the bedroom like you knew she would.

"Mommy!! Mama!" She pushed through the bedroom room with messy bed hair and the biggest smile a child could have. "Good morning princess" you smiled, patting a spot on the bed beside you. She wastes no jump running to jump on the pair of you, "Who woke the cheeky monkey?" Florence chuckled still half asleep. "Santa came! Santa came!!" Rose jumps with excitement before crushing into you and Florence in a tight hug, "Santa came mama!" She looks up at you with her big hazel eyes that also blessed her mother. "Well, do you think we should go downstairs and see what he has left for you?" you asked.

"Yes!!!" Rose squealed causing both you and Florence to chuckle. "Yes! Yes! Yes!!" she added as she began to jump on the bed again, "Come here you cheeky monkey!" Florence sat up and pulled the little girl into a hug, "Mommy!!" she giggled and squirmed as Florence attacked her with tickles, "Merry Christmas sweetheart" you heard her whisper before placing a kiss on the girl's cheek. "Merry Chwistmas Mommy" Rose replied.

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Downstairs stood the Christmas tree that the three of you picked out, colored in the brightest lights and crowed with plenty of gifts for your daughter to jump right into but even though it was Christmas morning, she still was polite and waited until you or Florence gave her the green light to go ahead.

"What are you waiting for honey? Let's see what Santa brought you!" Florence encouraged her and before you could blink, Rose had rushed over to the tree sitting on her knees with Billie beside her with a wagging tail. "There's so many!" Rose's eyes grew wider as she dug through the generous number of gifts, "You must have been a very good girl this year" you replied with a smile.

Florence and you made yourself comfortable sitting on either side of Rose as she ripped through the Christmas paper to reveal all the new toys and clothes that Santa had left behind for her. Every gift seemed to surprise the young girl and she wasted no time showing off each gift to you and Florence as you both sat with your daughter soaking up the holiday joy.

"Merry Christmas my love" Florence looked over to you and smiled softly, "and to you my dear" you replied before reaching behind Rose and placing a soft kiss on your wife's lips.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction #Christmas

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melonthesprigatito · 2 years ago

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Word Girl Villains Christmas Headcanons

Rhyme's favourite Christmas movies are Olive the Other Reindeer because there is a con man penguin in it and Elf because she thinks it's amusing that the secretary that appears in a few scenes sounds almost exactly like her, almost as though they're both voiced by the same person * cough* Amy Sedaris *cough*

All the villains prefer not to watch Home Alone because it doesn't even well for the burglars in that movie. They dread the day Word Girl watches it in case it gives her any ideas.

Tobey uses his giant robots to hang mistletoe in every place he can think of in the hopes he can catch Word Girl under one. Maybe THIS time he'll finally get a kiss. Hopefully. Tobey also tries to introduce the bad guys to mince pies, aka the Classic British Christmas Food™ but they're all either confused or disappointed that there's no actual meat in them. Tobey ends up being exasperated by the constant "So why's it called a MINCE pie if there's no mince in it???" questions.

The villains are low key worried that Tobey, Victoria and Eileen will end up on the naughty list because of their evil activities, so Leslie makes sure they have a few presents for them just in case.

Granny May knits ugly Christmas sweaters for everyone. Unless they want to spend Christmas tied up in a giant ball of yarn, they have to wear them. No exceptions. Ms Question is totally cool with this because she already wears a sweater that she stitched a question mark into as her villain outfit so she appreciates the thought and effort that went into making them.

Lady Redundant Woman is ABSOLUTELY one of those retail workers that hates Christmas because of the customers and the Christmas music playing on repeat at the copying store. Doesn't help that Dave loves the holidays and is EXTRA cheerful this time of year.

The Villains Society decide to enforce a ban on committing any real crimes for the duration of the holiday season, because they realised that they'd rather not spend Christmas or New Year's in a jail cell. So instead...

Dr Two Brains starts turning things into cheese... so he can donate it to food banks. Word Girl wonders how the heck he managed to give away cheese to other people without pissing off Squeaky, and he's like "Well, I ordered a new cheese ray from Evil Monthly Magazine and they sent me a ray for GOAT'S CHEESE ray, can you believe it?! And they wouldn't give me a refund! Might as well get my money's worth!"

Chuck breaks into the mall at night.... Because he wants to be first in line to visit the mall Santa, might as well get there early.

Ms Question hits several people with her confusion ray... but it turns out that them being stuck in a state where they're questioning what gifts they should get got other people actually helped them to make a decision once it wore off.

Mr Big hypnotises a crowd... to organise a bunny themed Christmas parade. When the people are unhypnotised, they're just more disappointed that they missed the parade because they weren't conscious during hypnosis.

Rhyme and Reason head to the park and Rhyme freezes the entire lake... and people have a blast skating on the new ice rink. The civilians are actually annoyed when Word Girl tries to apprehend her and she gets called a Scrooge.

Word Girl is flabbergasted because they're doing things that are technically illegal, but not necessarily EVIL. And people are a lot more forgiving of the "crimes" than they normally are this time of year so Word Girl just let's them off with a warning. Amazing Rope Guy somehow gets arrested anyway but they let him go because "Hey, it's Christmas"

The villains throw a huge Christmas party (funded by Mr Big), and they even invite Word Girl. They also include her in their Secret Santa. She gets a Pretty Princess figure from Leslie. Amazing Rope Guy gets a fucking Key to the City from Word Girl because it was last minute so she panicked and grabbed the first thing she could see in her hideout.

D.A Sally Botsford is surprised to find a Christmas card signed by all the villains in the mail.

To make a long story short about Rhyme and Reason's childhood for this next headcanon, Rhyme was abandoned by her parents in space, she crashed landed on Earth, grew up in an orphanage, was ostracized by her entire town because of her powers and was singled out/bullied by her orphanage caretaker.

At Christmas, Rhyme would always end up on the Naughty List. Not because she was bad, but because her caretaker would intercept the letter and send her a return letter saying that she was a bad girl and she would NEVER get on the nice list. Rhyme was always the only kid in the orphanage who didn't get any presents. But she never lost hope because she just knew that if she tried hard enough, she could be on the nice list next year, so she never stopped believing in Santa.

Meanwhile Reason's parents... Weren't very involved in his life. They gave him the bare minimum of attention so he basically was forced to mature early and learn to take care of himself. So Santa wasn't really a thing in their household because they couldn't be bothered.

Reason never believed in Santa but he never told any of the other kids in the town because he didn't want to ruin the magic for them. Every year Reason saw Rhyme be heartbroken on Christmas Day and it killed him inside because he wished he could just tell her that her orphanage caretaker was deliberately ruining Christmas but he didn't want to destroy her hopes and dreams by breaking the news to her and destroy her belief in Santa Claus.

So, on the last year before Rhyme was too old for Santa to visit, Reason took drastic measures. He spent months saving up his allowance to buy presents for Rhyme and on Christmas Eve, he broke into the orphanage and found Rhyme's stocking. He got rid of the coal and filled it with the presents he bought. On Christmas morning Rhyme came down the stairs to find her stocking filled with presents, and a new letter from "Santa" saying that she was always on the nice list, but her caretaker stole her presents and made it look like he gave her coal.

Rhyme later excitedly showed her presents to Reason and ranted about how she KNEW there was something fishy going on with the naughty list and she was so relieved that Santa finally managed to put a stop to the sabotage. It wasn't until well into their supervillain careers that Reason told her what REALLY happened that night.

#wordgirl #wordgirl headcanons #wordgirl villains #wordgirl rhyme #wordgirl reason #tobey mcallister iii #dr two brains #wordgirl mr big #wordgirl leslie #lady redundant woman #ms question #granny may #chuck the evil sandwich making guy #eileen the birthday girl #victoria best #sally botsford #amazing rope guy

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pleasantanathema · 4 years ago

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Santa Daddy | Jean Kirstein x Reader

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Daddy kink, dirty talk, thigh riding, mutual pining, friends to lovers (or, rather, idiots to lovers), lots of holiday fluff

Word Count: 6k

A/N: This is my Secret Santa gift to @whats-her-quirk 🎄💕 June, thank you so much for being a wonderful friend; I was truly lucky and privileged to get you as my Elf for Secret Santa! I hope this fluffy (and dirty) little fic with our best boi Jean brings you some holiday cheer!

There were only a few things in the world that made you happier than watching Jean Kirstein smile. Like most of your friends, you’d met him through work, but there was always something so special, almost magical, about seeing his darling smile and hearing his boisterous laugh. And you rarely passed up on a chance to see delight spread across his handsome face, which is why you couldn’t say no when he asked you to join him on a get-a-away with your friends for the holidays.

The inquiry came after you mentioned how you wouldn’t be able to make it home for the holidays due to a winter storm blowing in. It would be the second season in a row that the weather kept you from visiting home.

You could still hear his voice in your head, “alone? For Christmas?”

He’d then insisted you join him and his friends at Sasha’s family cabin. It was tradition for them, a gathering of misfits finding communion together out in the wilderness for a few days before the new year. You had taken trips with your friends before to amusement parks, festivals, even to the beach at Armin’s request, but something about being invited to an intimate setting to celebrate holiday traditions had you anxious.

So, there you were, swaddled in blankets, listening to Eren bicker with Mikasa while Sasha and Connie bustled in the kitchen to make eggnog and treats. Armin had declined to join, citing that he’d seen too many horror movies about young adults alone in cabins to feel comfortable making the trip.

And, true to form, Jean was running late. He was always late, his mind constantly moving a mile a minute unless he consigned himself to much needed rest and relaxation. Though, this time, you felt a little lonely while waiting for him on the couch, like there was a small part of you missing as you watched the snow fall outside.

“So, none of you guys go home for the holidays?” You looked over toward the modest, plastic tree that Sasha had thrown down from her attic to bring a little holiday cheer to the living room, a few poorly wrapped presents and bags nestled under the branches.

“Well,” Eren cleared his throat, “we are orphans.” He pulled at Mikasa’s scarf for emphasis.

“Oh fuck, yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t worry about, he just always brings it up to get sympathy gifts.” Mikasa sighed, jerking the red cloth from his hands and scowling. Eren only laughed, brushing a stray hair from his face that had come loose from the bun at his nape.

You sunk a little deeper into the cushions, eyes glancing out the window in hopes you’d see headlights flash in the driveway.

“Do you think Jean’s okay? He should’ve been here a while ago and the storm is getting closer.”

“Jean, Jean, Jean,” Sasha trotted into the room, balancing a mountain of sweet-smelling cookies on a plate, “you’re always worried about him.”

“Someone should be, guy’s an idiot.” Eren chimed in, green eyes shining from the low flames rolling in the fireplace. He and Mikasa were sitting in the floor, a game of checkers spread out before them, with more stolen pieces resting near the cunning Ackerman’s side of the board.

Eren wasn’t wrong, but over the years you’d known your group of friends, you’d noticed just how much the man in question had grown. In his early twenties, Jean had been quite the bumbling fool, having literally met you by bumping into your shoulder while leaving work, only to look at you and mumble “god you’re beautiful,” before issuing a quick apology as he rubbed at his neck sheepishly. You’d never mentioned the moment again, though your stomach still churned with a slight thrill every time you thought about it.

But over the years he’d managed to turn that puerility into something much more charming. He was more refined, almost infuriatingly suave, easily gaining attention from anyone and everyone. And though you sometimes hated to admit it, he’d captured your thoughts as well.

You kept your budding crush on Jean Kirstein close to your chest, not admitting it to any of your close friends. You always figured he was out of your league, seeing that he had a new, more beautiful girlfriend just about every other month. But, despite your simmering feelings, you still allowed yourself to get closer and closer to him over the years—some might say he’s your best friend, but you might call him your most treasured vexation.

Another hour or so went by, your time spent nibbling at cookies and reminiscing with everyone about another year passed.

Then the door finally opened, cold air gusting into the small living room as Jean stomped his damp boots on the entry mat.

“Have you guys opened presents yet?”

You glanced over the back of the couch, heart tugging in your chest as you noticed snow dusted in his long hair and a sizeable red and white polka dot package in his hands.

“No because Christmas is tomorrow, or did you forget that too?” Connie said it with crumbs in his mouth, feet kicked up on the coffee table.

Jean laughed, running a hand through his hair before wrapping the gift in his arms like it was something valuable.

“I know, I know, and sorry I’m late, had something important to go get.” He smiled, bright and cheery, hazel eyes bouncing between his friends and the carefully guarded box, “I ask because…uh, this needs to be opened kind of soon.”

“Is it perishable?” Sasha perked up, already ready to go make room in the fridge if something delectable was waiting as a gift.

“I mean…you could say that? It may or may not be alive.” He was laughing, that kind of infectious laughter that had everyone in the room grinning whether they wanted to or not.

Jean didn’t set the present down to even take off his shoes, instead tracking snow in with him and plopping onto the couch with flurries still on shoulders. He nudged your knee with his, pushing the present toward you. You pressed your lips together, hands getting sweaty as you pieced the puzzle together.

“Is that…?”

“Yeah,” his grin was pulling at his cheeks, eyes so sincere and happy and it almost startled you, “it’s for you.”

The top of the box moved, the green bow popping on top of the polka dots.

You moved the gift into your lap, pulling off the top to find perky ears and green eyes peering up at you—a kitten, grey and striped, with long, white whiskers and a pink bow around its neck greeted you with muted curiosity. You just stared at it for a moment, and it stared back, like you were both wondering just how it got into your lap.

“I just,” Jean was getting nervous, carding his fingers through his hair again as he waited for your reaction, “I wanted to make sure you’d never spend another holiday alone, you know?”

You carefully picked up the little cat, watching how it stretched and yawned as you pulled it from the carefully lain blanket inside its temporary home.

You smiled, pulling the warm little bundle to your chest.

“Um, Jean, this cat has six toes on her paws,” you said, pressing your thumb gently against one of the extra appendages in question.

“Six toes?!” Sasha was jumping up from her seat, bounding over to kneel in front of you and pluck one of the kitten’s paws into her fingers. The cat quickly pulled its paw back, little black toe beans curling to its chest.

“Yeah, it’s what drew me to her. She’s extra special…” you could’ve sworn you heard him mutter something under his breath, a little musing of “just like you,” but any hushed murmur was overshadowed by the ohs and ahs of your friends gathering around to look at the adorable little creature.

The kitten had been lulled to sleep by the car ride from the shelter to the cabin, content to just curl up in your arms as inquisitive fingers prodded at her little kitten mittens and the silky, white tufts in her ears. Even Mikasa was enraptured by the tiny animal, taking the time to retie the little pink ribbon around her neck to make a bigger, prettier bow.

You noticed how your friends were whispering, cheeky grins pressed against eager ears as they looked between you, the precious kitten, and Jean on the couch. You were starting to feel like you were missing something, or maybe that you were at the end of a joke you hadn’t caught on to yet.

“Thank you,” you whispered to Jean after the fuss died down, everyone returning to their seats and back to their previous fixations.

You’d mentioned perhaps wanting a cat a few weeks ago; it was just a silly, off-hand comment you made over coffee about how you’d once read that people with cats live longer because they pick up on the nine-lives of their feline partner. You didn’t believe it to be true, but you’d mused about the idea of having a cute kitten of your own to snuggle up with on lonely nights.

“I know it’s sudden and a lot of responsibility, so if you don’t want her—”

“No,” you cut Jean off, bundling the kitten a little closer in your arms, your heart singing as you felt her start to purr, “no, I want her, she’s perfect.”

Jean finally started to get settled himself, standing up and shrugging off his jacket. He was in a tight turtleneck, coal black threads stretched to their limit across his broad chest and shoulders, hugging his trim waist. You were careful not to stare for too long as he stretched his arms above his head to shake off the weariness of his drive through the snow.

He always looked like he stepped out of a fashion catalogue, fresh and so put together that sometimes you were tempted to snap his photo when he wasn’t looking; he just looked that good all the time. He loved to wear designer clothes and keep up with the latest menswear trends, and tonight was no different, that beautiful black turtleneck (that was covered in grey fur) undoubtedly belonging to a designer whose name you probably couldn’t pronounce.

“What are you gonna name her?”

He sat a little closer this time on the couch, a brawny arm outstretched behind you as he leaned over to scratch at the kitten’s chin.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, gazing down at the serene, sleepy face in your arms, “I’ll have to get to know her first.”

“Well, I’ve been calling her Frankie.”

“Frankie?” You smiled through your confusion, the name sounding oddly right.

“She was pretty wild in the car and kept meowing when Frank Sinatra was on the radio.”

“I see,” you laid the kitten down into your lap, sweeping your fingers through her fur and watching as she curled up into a tighter little circle, “well, I’ll consider it.”

You felt warm, heavy fingers brush against the back of your neck, Jean absentmindedly painting figure eights into your prickling skin. Heat flushed to your face as you realized just how close your bodies had become—his thigh was pressed against your own, dark jeans tight and hot, the scruff of his cheeks brushing against your own as he toyed with the sleeping cat’s tail.

There were voices all around you, the muffled sounds of your friends relaxing together falling almost on deaf ears. Your whole world felt like it just revolved around this couch, like nothing else mattered beyond the simple touches to your skin and the drowsy kitten beneath your hands. He never wanted you to spend another holiday alone, you replayed his words, the sweet sentiment finally settling into your spirit.

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You could tell everyone was starting to get a bit sleepy, a few hours spent drinking spiked eggnog and chasing the new kitten around with a feather toy having left you especially exhausted. Your head was a little swimmy as you bid everyone goodnight, the grey tabby cat following closely on your heels to your bedroom where Jean had already brought in a litter box and a bed for her to sleep in. Jean, underneath all the designer bravado and smiles, was perhaps the most thoughtful person you knew.

But despite the heaviness in your head, you couldn’t seem to sleep. You tossed and turned in the bed, occasionally picking up your phone to scroll through it or just watch the time tick by. You had a lot of thoughts mulling around in your mind, most of them revolving around the man sleeping just right across the hall.

Never in a million years did you expect Jean to walk in with a beautiful, perfect kitten as a gift. The little thing was back to sleeping again, this time curled around one of your feet, each exhale a little purr against your toes.

You’d carried the weight of this crush around for too many years. You rubbed your palms against your eyes, sighing as you came to terms with your feelings for Jean for what felt like the thousandth time. Your pining was starting to take its toll, too, what with the sleeping giant so close yet so far away.

And you still felt like you were missing something.

Throughout the night, your friends had seemingly been playing coy, teasing Jean about getting you such a big, sentimental gift. Maybe they had all caught wind of your suppressed feelings and were poking at Jean for even daring to indulge you. Now you were just getting frustrated with your thoughts, sighing as you tried to squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to sleep.

But then you heard a little sound, the soft buzz of your phone against the wood of the night stand.

Jean: You awake?

Your heart skipped a little in your chest as you saw his name flash upon your screen. You texted him nearly every day, yet he never failed to send a little jolt of adrenaline down your spine.

You: Yeah. Can’t sleep.

Jean: Me either. Cabin is too fucking cold.

You: I have a kitty asleep on my feet, definitely helps beat the chill.

Jean: A warm kitty sounds nice right now.

Only a few seconds passed before the next message appeared.

Jean: Wanna come keep me company?

Your thumb hovered over the keyboard for a moment, your mind not even thinking about the words in front of you. Instead, you were picturing Jean in his bed, hair tussled with his own phone in his hand as he texted you, light spilling over his bare chest in the dark. You wondered what he was thinking—maybe he just wanted you to bring the cat over to see him for a bit, or maybe his mind was wandering in the same place yours was, which was picturing him naked beneath his sheets.

You set the phone down, momentarily starting to panic.

You hadn’t prepared for this, hadn’t prepared for the possibility that Jean might be asking you to come get in his fucking bed with him. Thank god you took a leisurely shower earlier—and you still smelled good, you checked.

You stood up from the bed, watching the kitten stretch and quickly fall back asleep on top of the blankets. You bent down to slip on your pajama pants, but then found yourself debating if you should just leave the flimsy material behind.

If this was what you were hoping it was, walking in without pants would send the “I got the hint, I’m here to fuck,” message loud and clear.

But if this was just “hey pal come keep me company, I’m bored,” walking into his room in nothing but a shirt and panties could be quite awkward.

You decided to hedge your bets, stuffing your pajama bottoms back into your bag as that lingering liquid courage from the eggnog set in. If worse came to worse, you could always say you forgot to pack them.

You carefully closed the door behind you, making sure the cat didn’t follow.

Then, it was literally just a few steps to Jean’s room. Conveniently, his door was cracked. Did he get up and leave it open for you? Did he always sleep with his door cracked? Or had he planned all along to ask you to come over?

You shook your head, taking a deep breath. Those inessential thoughts needed to be quieted.

The door creaked as you slid past it, the old hinges signaling your arrival and making Jean’s attention whip towards you. His phone was still in his hand, like was watching your messages and too-eagerly anticipating your reply.

“Hey,” you whispered into the darkness, wincing as the door kept groaning as you pushed it shut behind you. You leaned against it for a moment, too nervous to just waltz up to his bed and fall in. You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to break the silence.

“Aren’t you cold?” He whispered back, shifting in the bed.

His figure was illuminated by the pale, grey light from window, the snow clouds still keeping the moon suppressed in the sky. Like you’d imagined, he was shirtless, all those hard-earned muscles on display from where he was propped up on his elbows, sheets low against his waist.

“I thought you were cold, Mr. No Shirt.”

“You’re not wearing pants.”

“I’m not wearing pants,” you parroted back.

You watched the smile spread across his face, that darling, infuriatingly pretty smile that made you a little too happy in this moment.

He pulled his sheets back in invitation, revealing that he, too, was not wearing pants, only clad in blue boxer briefs that were sinfully tight around his upper thighs, etchings of Calvin Klein pressed against his lower stomach.

His hands were on you before you even settled onto the mattress, warm and greedy and pulling you flush against his body. All those worried thoughts you had before vanished under his touch, the message you had been missing suddenly loud and clear: you weren’t the only one hiding your feelings. All those veiled emotions came alive beneath wandering hands, your fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as his found the flesh of your thighs.

“Was this what you were thinking about when you invited me here?”

You breathed in the smell of his warm skin as you settled against him, notes of his cologne still lingering against his body.

“This is what I think about all the time,” he confessed, nudging his thigh between your legs.

You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your mouth as the muscles of his thigh pressed against your aching core.

“Me too,” you were pulling his face down to yours, thumbs against his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his.

A satisfied sound rang from both of your throats, lips melding and slanting against one another hungrily.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His words were lost within the kiss, being swallowed down as you kept drinking him in.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You echoed back, gasping as his hands slid underneath your shirt and began to wander across your belly, reaching up toward your ribcage.

You both knew the answer to that: you were idiots, too scared to admit feelings even though they were clearly on display for everyone around you. But now the question didn’t matter, all the answers you wanted about to be shared between your anxious bodies with starved kisses and touches.

You shamelessly pressed yourself a little harder against his thigh, sighing as your pussy found relief against his leg. He groaned at your action, moving his thigh back and forth a little bit to see how you would react. When you whimpered, your own thighs squeezing around his, he smirked, repeating the motion of sweeping his thick, sturdy thigh back and forth between your legs.

“You like that?” His head was tilting down, teeth nipping at your jaw and down your neck as your head fell back against the pillow.

“Y-yes, feels so good.”

His hands were still traveling, wandering across your heated skin like he wanted to map your curves into his memory. He groaned against your throat when he discovered you’d also forgotten to wear anything under your t-shirt, his thumbs lazily brushing the undersides of your breasts.

You felt like you were burning beneath his sheets, like he was painting fire against your skin with every touch. His large hands engulfed your breasts, carefully kneading and rolling your soft flesh in his palms. He was eager to kiss you again, to slip his tongue past your parted lips and get addicted to your taste.

Jean pinched and pulled at your hardening nipples, greedily taking your little mewls into his mouth. He touched you like he already knew you, pulling at your body like you were the perfect little sex doll on strings for him to play with; rocking you on his thigh, tugging at your nipples, tongue dancing in your mouth, his hair tickling your cheeks, his cock hard and hot against his stomach.

Your panties were getting more and more wet by the second, the soaked material sinking into your folds as you rubbed yourself against the downy hairs and rounded, solid muscle of his upper thigh. His boxer briefs were bunching closer to his hips, pre-cum already staining against the fabric where his cock was imprinted into the threads. You slipped your hand down his impressive chest, fingers dipping into the elastic of his briefs.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned against your lips, pulling back to suck in a breath as your fingertips brushed against the head of his cock, “fuck you’re so hot riding my thigh like that, so fucking wet.”

“You did say you wanted a warm kitty.”

Your words had him pinching harder at your nipples, making you gasp as he chuckled.

“Mhm I can’t wait to play with your kitty, make you mine,” he punctuated his sentence by bouncing his leg up, sending electric pulses of pleasure racing over your nerves.

You responded by pulling his cock from its confines, wrapping your fingers around it and tugging at the silken skin. God he was thick, barely fitting in your palm as you moved your wrist up and down. You suddenly felt so small against him, realizing that he was dwarfing you just by lying next to you in the bed. His long, thick fingers could spread across the entirety of your chest, the thigh sliding against your pussy was enormous, but it felt like it belonged there; you could get used to riding him like this.

You both fell into a frenzied, delirious rhythm, your bodies bucking and panting as you found bliss against each other.

His hands slid down your body, leaving your tender breasts and searching for a new home. He found your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he rocked you back and forth against his thigh himself, using the strength in his forearms to have your pussy pressed down against him in the most perfect way to have you seeing stars and whining his name.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum just from riding me?”

“Fuck, yeah, yes, please, make me cum like this.”

Your hand had gone slack against his cock, your mind almost unable to concentrate under the waves of pleasure building and coiling inside you.

It felt too good to have his rapacious hands on your hips, grip mean and tight as he basically fucked you against his thigh. You wanted to scream, your other hand clawing at the back of his neck for stability.

“Baby,” he breathed, peppering a few kisses along your cheek, “could…could you call me daddy when you cum?”

There was a hesitancy in his voice, like he was ashamed to ask such a thing.

Your lower belly clenched, heat racing across all your nerve endings like he’d just poured sin straight out of his mouth.

You nodded your head for him, uncontrollable moans and gasps getting in the way of your own words. The thought of calling him daddy, that sent something wicked down to your pussy, had your fingers squeezing and tugging at his cock again and your eyes falling shut.

It felt like your sanity was breaking, like reality was splintering and this wasn’t real—you were dreaming again, weren’t you? But then you felt his cock twitch in your hand, felt your swollen clit brush against your panties and his thigh, and you were thrusted back into the actuality of your situation. You were with Jean, he was groaning in your ear, and you were about to cum all over him.

“D—da…,” you were choking, so overwhelmed with a final cresting of bliss that you almost felt like sobbing.

But he just clutched you more tightly, pressed you harder against him, whispering your name in encouragement to let yourself go for him.

Then, you lost all of your sensibilities, euphoria washing over your body as you snapped and came undone with a little whine of, “daddy,” against his lips. You slowed the rocking of your hips, your heart beating out of your chest, your pussy pulsing and clenching as you rode out the last remnants of your orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit that’s so hot, you’re so hot,” he mumbled, one of his hands smoothing against your cheek.

“Wha—,” you smiled, shaking your head as you caught your breath, “what are you doing with a daddy kink, Jean?”

He mimicked your smile, hands moving to slide your ruined panties down your legs and removed the rest of your clothing as he repositioned your bodies. You let him move you around like a ragdoll, so delirious in your afterglow that you barely even registered how he was hooking your legs onto his shoulders.

“Do you not like calling me daddy?” There was a seriousness laced into his tone that told you he’d drop it if it made you uncomfortable.

“I like it,” you fisted one of your hands in his hair, bringing his lips to yours for a slow, messy kiss, “just didn’t expect it.”

“I’m full of surprises, baby.”

You felt the head of his cock nudge between your wet folds, his hands back on your hips where they belonged. Your head fell back against the pillow as he started to push inside of you, stretching your walls and making your toes go almost numb from the pleasure. You felt like you were splitting apart, like a fissure was forming down the middle of your body, stemming from where he was spearing into you.

With your legs on his broad shoulders, he was pushing you into the mattress, his hands urging your hips to relax and let him sink into your warm heat.

“Ohhhh fuckkkk daddy,” you couldn’t help but to whine, all your senses suddenly overwhelmed again. You were drowning in him, falling deeper and deeper into the throes of heaven with every inch of his fat cock slipping inside of you.

“God you’re so tight,” he presses his forehead to yours, keen eyes watching how your lips were falling apart and your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure, “that’s right, daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

It felt like all your history with him was being wiped away, like this moment wasn’t about two friends fulfilling all their years of mutual pining, but instead about a new relationship blooming between two bodies full of lust and desire. This was about Jean fucking you senseless, about him taking control and finally having what’s belonged to him for longer than he probably even realized. You wanted to lose yourself to him, lose yourself to his appetite and just let him devour you.

All the air left your lungs when bottomed out inside of you, your walls clenching and sucking him in. He stayed still for a moment, nearly lost himself at the feeling of your cunt wrapped so tightly around his cock.

“So fucking perfect,” he groaned, dragging his cock out of you slowly before pressing in again, your cunt greedily sucking him back in.

“I always have been,” you teased, one hand lost in his hair while the other slid down the expanse of his back. You bucked your hips in his hands, coaxing him to keep moving.

“Oh fuck. Good girl.”

His praise made you feel drunk, liquid heat rushing to your ears and between your legs.

He began to snap his hips, repeatedly burying his cock into your depths, the angle of your body making him hit that fleshy patch inside of you. You cried out at the feeling of being so stuffed, your walls burning from the intrusion but that coil inside your belly tightening again, hotter and more intense than before.

“Mhmmm, such a good girl, I promise,” you pressed your lips to his in reassurance, letting your breathy moans fall into his mouth as he started to get a little rougher. His pace was steady, solid, a hard motion of his cock thrusting in and out of you, each push and pull full of purpose and passion. Every plunge was making your lower stomach spasm, making pleasure burst across your body so forcefully that you felt that urge to cry again.

“Wanted to fuck you for so long,” his face was tucked underneath your chin, mouth trailing across your throat between his words. A particularly hard suck against your neck had your back arching, breasts flattening against his chest and your nails clinging to him.

Jean sat back on his knees, big hands smoothing down your thighs as he looked to where your bodies were conjoined, watching how your pussy enveloped his cock with every thrust of his hips, sweet skin encasing all of his length. He looked enraptured by the sight, groaning and hissing every time he pressed inside of you.

Then his eyes were flashing up to your face, softening as he took note of your blissed-out state, your face flushed and your lip between your teeth.

“So pretty,” he mused, a palm ghosting up to your chest to toy with one of your tits as he found a new rhythm.

You were ensnared by the scene before you as well, eyes wide with delight as you admired the man before you. Jean felt unhinged, electric between your legs, like he’d finally let go and was pouring all his clandestine secrets into your willing body. His chestnut hair was swept over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms and across his body rolling, rounded and thick like he was marble come to life. And his face was smooth, pretty, concentrated, cheeks dusky with a dark blush as he found euphoria from within your body.

Your hips began to match his thrusts, bucking up into him in order to feel his thick cock fall deeper into you. His strong hands encouraged you, gripping into the supple flesh of your thighs as he pressed himself into your wetness, faster and faster with every thrust.

“Daddy,” you called out to him, having to bite back a grin as you observed how quickly you earned his attention, “you feel s-so good,” your hand was traveling down your chest, trailing over his fingers on your breast before snaking down to your clit, “p-please let me cum again.”

You had an inkling that he would take over for you.

His thick, long fingers hovered over your own, carefully aiding in swirling over your aching clit. You hissed, recognizing the buildup to orgasm pooling within your belly.

Jean’s other hand slid higher upon your body, fingers lacing around your ribcage, framing the underside of your breast. He began to forcefully pull your body into his, sliding you upon and down the sheets and upon his cock. You cried out, legs tightening at his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, begging him to devour you and take what he wanted. His thumb was almost impatient on your clit, now circling so quickly that your body was shaking, lower stomach clenching and unclenching repeatedly like you were lost in a reckless tide.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last with you squeezing me like that, baby.”

Your mouth watered at the thought of him finding that ultimate pleasure inside of you. Your ears became tuned to the chorus of resonances between your legs, the sweet, wet sounds of skin against skin, of slick at the base of a fat cock, of Jean grunting your name like a lost prayer.

The final chord of your sanity was threatening to snap, you could feel it again, like he was pulling the strings of your body too tightly and you were going to splinter and break with just the right swipe of his thumb.

“I-inside,” you mewled, unable to keep your eyes open any longer as your thighs began to quake, “daddy—oh fuck, fuck—cum inside me, please,”

God you were so fucking close to falling off the edge, and he could feel it, using his grip to bring you even harder and faster down onto your cock to get you careening and falling again.

Your push into oblivion came when you heard him pleading, almost whining, above you, sweat dripping down his skin as his syllables flowed together, “please, please, please, fuck, cum for daddy, cum for me, please.”

You could both feel it, how you creamed around his cock, pussy sucking him in so deliciously tight that it caused him to lose all control. His fingers dug a little too deep, his cock throbbing and pumping deep inside of you with his release. It was like the world went quiet, like a blanket of snow fell onto your bodies and hushed your sounds and cooled your skin. You could feel the heavy weight of him inside of you, like he was meant to be there. Your body relaxed, feeling like you were sinking into the mattress and he was the only thing keeping you from being lost.

When he finally pulled his spent cock from inside you, he wasn’t gone long. His hands were back on you again, pulling you in for simple, affectionate kisses and rubbing tenderly at the places he’d perhaps explored too roughly.

“Jean…” you cut yourself off with a yawn, fatigued limbs winding into his own.

His thigh found its home between your legs again, both of you groaning with a mixture of lust and disgust as you felt his cum drip into a mess between your thighs.

“Whatever it is can wait until morning, we need to sleep.”

“Oh fuck, it’s Christmas.”

He nuzzled your cheek, lips searching for yours.

“Mhmm, Merry Christmas, baby.”

You laughed, laying your head against his chest.

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You weren’t sure how long you slept, but it felt like you spent a small eternity in Jean’s bed before your eyes opened again. When you awoke, he was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with the kitten in his arms. She was ready to play, striped tail swishing as he dangled a toy mouse just out of her reach.

“What time is it?” You stretched, suddenly all too aware that you were still very naked beneath the sheets.

“It’s only eight, everyone else is still asleep aside from Mikasa who actually went for a run in the fucking snow.”

Jean smiled, hair tucked behind his ears, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized just how madly in love with him you were. You always aimed to make him smile, to hear him laugh, but to see him gazing at you in the morning sun with pure adoration shining in his hazel eyes had you practically melting into the bed.

“I meant what I said last night, you know,” he said, turning the kitten loose to run across the bed.

“You said a lot of things last night, daddy,” you teased, watching his cheeks turn a pretty pink at the mention of that name.

“I meant about you never spending another holiday alone. Because, you know, I’d like to…” he trailed off, rubbing at the back of his neck like he was genuinely nervous.

You sat up, running a hand down his arm before kissing at his shoulder, momentarily getting lost in the smell and feel of him.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

No one was surprised that the two of you, and the kitten, spent every single holiday together thereafter, mostly naked, and always smiling.

#jean kirstein #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein x you #aot jean #aot jean kirstein #snk jean #snk jean kirstein #snk fanfiction #snk x reader #snk #aot fanfiction #aot x reader #aot #jean aot #jean kirstein fanfic

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rosadiazsprecinct · 3 years ago

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stephanie beatriz x fem!oc - nervous

Hey, I love all your writing and I would like to request a Stephanie Beatriz x Fem! OC. The oc is friendly, always happy, always smiling yet sort of quiet, shy and reserved hairstylist on the Brooklyn 99 set. She's loved by everyone in the cast. The night before she and Steph went on a date after 4 years of secretly liking each other. OC refers back to her shy, quiet self the next day when Stephanie walked into the hair trailer. Thank you ❤️ - request from anon <3

Estrella was definitely nervous. It had gone so well last night... She got home at 6 this morning only to leave again for work an hour or so later. She was tired and nervous. Nervous about seeing Stephanie. "I've ever watched it" She admitted as she shook her head, meeting

Melissa's eyes through the mirror.

"You've never seen Home Alone?" Mel questioned, her eyes widening as Estrella adjusted her final piece of hair.

"You sound like my sister did. She tried to make me watch it every Christmas but I like The Polar Express, Muppets Christmas Carol and Elf. I watch them on repeat and I will forever watch them on repeat" She smiled, stepping back so Melissa could get up.

"Good Morning, Star" Stephaine greeted happily. Estrella felt herself blush as the taller woman moved to sit down where Melissa was seconds ago. "Morning" She greeted back quietly making Steph raise an eyebrow.

"Star... Star...Estrella. It's 5:30"

"I fell asleep" Estrella mumbled to herself shyly as she sat up tiredly from Steph's arms, in Steph's bed. She would admit that she was happy there... because she really was but she felt her cheeks go red. She fell silent as she scanned the floor for her clothes and her boots with a little sigh.

They had only come back to Stephanie's for drinks instead of going to a bar because she knew Estrella hated loud, overcrowded public places filled with people she didn't know. The restaurant they went to was quiet and small. Steph had spent all day trying to find somewhere she knew Star would like. "You okay?" Stephanie asked slightly concerned with the sigh Star had let out.

"Yeah. I'm fine" She responded as she picked up her dress, slipping it over her head. Estrella turned to get up but stopped herself and turned around with a small smile. "Thank you for last night. I should--" Steph smiled, cutting her off by leaning forward and kissing her softly.

"She's never seen Home Alone" Melissa mentioned to her close friend as she passed on the way out. "Thank you, Estrella!" She called after her as she closed the door to the trailer. They were alone. Not that it was a bad thing because it wasn't... but Estrella didn't know what to say. She had gone shy again. She felt exactly how she did when she did Stephanie's hair for the pilot. The first time they met.

"You haven't seen Home Alone?" Steph chuckled, looking up through the mirror at the slightly smaller woman with a smile. All she got was a simple shake of her head making her smile falter a little. It was silent between them. The only sound in the trailer was the radio which was usually talk radio because that's what Estrella loved. Her sister used to be a presenter so she always listens to the old ones with her voice on repeat. It calmed her... It was also fun watching some of the guys listen to it in confusion and have them, but especially Andy, ask what they were saying seen as the entire thing was in Spanish.

It wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't exactly comfortable. It was slightly awkward for Stephanie. She sat in it for 20 minutes as she scrolled through Instagram. Star could never detect when silence was awkward despite usually being the one who caused it in the first place. She didn't feel the slight awkwardness that Steph did. She just started on her hair, listening to her sister's voice to calm her nerves. This was the only thing that worked, you know, hearing her late sister's voice. Although, she did discover last night that holding Stephanie's hand also helped. Walking towards the restaurant, she was nervous about it being somewhere she hadn't been before but she took her hand and it shifted. Star smiled faintly at the memory.

"What you smiling at?" The actress wondered aloud, catching Estrella's eyes through the mirror. She caught the hairstylist's smile grow ever so slightly making her's do the same. "What?"

"Nothing. It's stupid. It doesn't matter" She muttered shyly, a few seconds later as she ran her fingers through Steph's hair making it look as good as possible. "Done" Star heard a mumbled 'thank you' as Stephanie got up from the chair and turned to face her. "Have I done something?" Estrella's face fell.

"No. No, you haven't. Star, you haven't done anything" Steph reassured, reaching out and taking Star's hand and unknowingly calming the nerves that had started to rise. "I just have a question. Why have you gone shy again?" She asked, stopping with Star before the door.

Estrella sighed. She was a shy and quiet person that was fairly innocent and oblivious to a lot of things. She got nervous. She could be, well, a lot... that's what she was always told anyway. By friends, her parents, family. Most people who knew her thought so. "It's been like 7 years since I've been on a date or gone home with someone. I'm 33 and I haven't dated since I was 25" The smaller woman revealed softly. "I stopped because I used to get shy and quiet again when I saw them next. I get overly nervous. I thought it would be a lot worse now I don't have Elise. She always made me calm"

Stephanie smiled softly at her as she gently squeezed her hand for comfort. Star finally looked up and let out a sigh she didn't know she was holding in. "My last girlfriend, Emmie, I had when I was in college and she couldn't put up with me... because she got to know me and got past the shy, reserved me and knew what I'm really like" Estrella playing with her necklace... her sister's necklace. "She didn't like that I was oblivious to a lot of things and couldn't really understand how other people felt. She hated how I fixated so much of my time on things I love and have loved for so long instead of trying new things. She thought I was 'a lot' whatever that means"

"Estrella--"

"I went shy again because I was nervous. Nervous about what you were going to say to me or what I would say. I might have been nervous about the same thing happening again... I don't know. I don't want you to get to know me properly if I'm only going to end up alone again. This time I would be alone because Elle died" When Stephanie smiled and giggled a little, confusion washed over Estrella's face. "What?"

"I like you, Star. You like me, I know that. You told me that... even if you whispered it and thought I didn't hear."

"You heard that?" Heat rushed to Star's cheeks in slight embarrassment as she was gently pulled closer to the actress.

"I heard it and I like you too. I like you a lot, okay? I want to get to know you properly because I liked the woman I went out with last night. She was sweet and happy and funny and innocent but in a cute way. As much as I like you now, I want to get to know more of the woman that talked about Disney in my bed for hours until we fell asleep."

"You weren't bothered that I know endless facts about almost every movie and every character?" She wondered, lightly smiling.

"Not at all. I love Disney" Stephanie shook her head, her smile as wide as it could be without looking unnatural. "Your face lights up when you talk about it. I love that"

"Really? Even Elise got annoyed with it"

"I don't," Steph said as she slowly inched closer to Estrella's face. "You're not going to be alone. I won't let it happen" She was speaking close to a whisper, making a shiver run down Star's spine as butterflies appeared in her stomach. "Can I know why you were smiling now? I'm sure it wasn't stupid"

"Usually the only thing that makes me calm and at ease is my sister's voice but last night when we were walking to the restaurant, I started to feel nervous about the new setting. You didn't know that, obviously, but you held my hand and I didn't feel as nervous anymore. It happened again in the middle of the night. I think it was 2 am or something and I woke up nervous about not being at home but you moved in your sleep and your arms tightened around me a little and I wasn't nervous anymore. I was thinking about that"

"Besides seeing me again after last night, I don't make you feel nervous?"

"No. No one here does anymore but especially you" Estrella shyly admitted, looking down a little. She was knocked a step back when Stephanie quickly leaned in and kissed her. It took a second before she smiled a kissed back.

Steph smiled as she pulled away, turning to leave. Before she could, Star spoke up again. "Thank you for last night. It was sweet what you did for me... with the restaurant and not taking me to a bar. The alternative was so much better. I had a lot of fun"

"We should do it again."

"I can be free tonight"

#b99 #nbc brooklyn 99 #brooklyn 99 #nbc b99 #rosa diaz #brooklyn 99 fanfiction rosa #fanfic #rosa diaz x fem!oc #rosa diaz x reader #rosa+diaz+fanfics #stephanie beatriz #stephanie beatriz fanfic

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all-by-a-dead-poet · 3 years ago

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dead poets christmas headcanons

idgaf if it’s technically after midnight here, it’s still Christmas if I say it’s still Christmas

- They do a nativity play every year cuz they were raised Catholic and they think it’s fun to goof around

- They wear costumes and everything

- Charlie is the most dramatic shepherd ever, he collapses to the ground screaming when the angel arrives. He takes sore afraid to a whole new level

- Neil’s always the angel, and one year, he brought in glitter and threw it over himself as he entered cuz he felt like the angel of the lord needed to be more extra

- Todd is Mary, since he’s the most pure and innocent and they all agree that they’d trust him most with a baby, even though that’s kinda irrelevant since they’re using a doll

- Knox has been assigned as Joseph, even though he really wanted to be a wiseman

- Meeks, Pitts, and Cameron are wisemen because Charlie said they’re the smartest so they should be

- It’s absolute chaos and they rarely stick to the actual story line, but hey, they’re having fun

- Neil always reads the Night Before Christmas to everyone. He was nominated because he’s a little actor and he gets super into it

- The last thing they do before they go to bed on Christmas Eve is turn all of the normal lights off and just leave the tree and the other decorations lit. They just sit there and enjoy the moment while drinking hot cocoa

- Meeks is always in charge of making the cocoa. Even though he doesn’t do anything different than the others do, for some reason, his always comes out better

- Pitts is a great baker and he makes mountains of gingerbread cookies that they all decorate together

- This usually ends in a food fight of some sort

- They all sit around the piano and sing every Christmas song they know, most of them terribly off key but in that adorably enthusiastic way

- Todd plays the piano, I am not accepting criticism at this time

- Neil is the only one of them who can actually sing, voice of an angel.

- Charlie loves the elf on the shelf, he always finds weird places to hide it and then claims he has no idea how it got there.

- He once scarred Todd for life when he hid it in his underwear drawer

- “Charlie, what the fuck?!” “It wasn’t me, Todd” “Then what was it doing in there?” “I dunno, I didn’t take Santa’s elves for being such dirty bastards-” “Charlie!”

- The secret santa gift exchange is what they’re all most excited for, not cuz of what they’re getting, but cuz they can’t wait to see the others’ reactions to what they got them

- Technically they all have an assigned person they’re supposed to buy for, but they all just get one big thing for their person and then a bunch of little things for everybody else anyway

- Before they open the presents, they all guess who their secret santa is, so the weeks leading up to Christmas are full of “surprise interrogations”, as Charlie likes to call them, in an attempt to get information out of people

- Meeks’s mom knits, and she makes them all sweaters every year. They wear them all of Christmas day

- Of course, they have a traditional Christmas snowball fight, and no one is safe. Even Todd is super competitive about it (like in the soccer scene in the movie <3)

- They always watch Home Alone, it’s a must. They’ve spent by far too much time planning their own traps for burglars

- The last thing they do Christmas night is pile in the car and go to look at Christmas lights. It’s loud and chaotic and there’s not a lot of room, but they love every minute of it anyway

#idk i just wanted to do something for Christmas #and i love my boys so here we are #dead poets society #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron

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marauderspog · 4 years ago

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I could go with knowing Regulus' birthday tho. Trying to make it up with astrology and funky number pseudoscience is fun but you know. :D

There’s a lot of dates for his birthday in the fandom so I thought I’d take a stab at working it out.

His birthday has to be between September 1960 and August 1961 to work with him being canonically a year below the Marauders.

Regulus Black - Birthday Headcanons

WARNING: I KNOW NOTHING OF ASTRONOMY, ASTROLOGY OR ANY OTHER STAR RELATED THING. I KNOW MATHS , LOGIC AND MARAUDERS HEADCANONS THO, SO LETS GO

~ 1st September 1960 ~

Young Regulus and Sirius being annoyed that Reggie is only just in the year below

‘Mother, can’t Reggie just come to school early?’

Sirius really did not want to go to Hogwarts on his first day, because it would mean leaving Reggie alone on his birthday

They both got up really early to sneak outside, look at the stars and let Reggie open his present

Later that day, it was just him and Kreacher so they had a little tea party to celebrate not that his parents would ever acknowledge his birthday

Birthday party on the Hogwarts Express every year after that

~ 26th September 1960 ~

Regulus is the heart of the lion headcanon one!

His birthday is half a year away from James, and James will never let him live it down

‘Sorry babe, you can drink when your older’

‘I’m only fucking 6 months younger than you, and bloody taller, you prick’

One of the oldest in his year and basically a parent to the younger years, and helping calm them down when some older years pick on them

~ 25th December 1960 ~

His parents celebrate neither his birthday nor Christmas so it was just the Black cousins and Kreacher celebrating on that day when they were younger

When Hogwarts came around, the Marauders found about Regulus’ birthday around fifth year, cut to all of them staying at school over the Christmas break that year

The Great Hall was decorated with tinsel and a birthday banner, and Reggie almost broke into tears

Started calling it ‘Regmas’ as a joke, but it stuck

Reggie finally got to experience both a Christmas and a birthday and he couldn’t be happier

The next year, there was some presents from certain Hogwarts professors besides the familiar wrapping of Reggie’s favourite house elf

All house elves are invited to the birthday party

James kept making mistletoe jokes until the girls trick him into getting under it with Reggie, let’s just say they were blushing for hours after

~ 31st December 1960 ~

Born at around 11PM on the 31st so he’s barely born in 1960

Attends a Marauders New Year party during his fifth year and keeps smiling to himself because it’s the first birthday he’s been with more than two people

Sirius gets drunk and tells everyone how happy he is that his baby brother is growing up

Drunk Marauders sing Harry Birthday and Reggie almost cries of happiness

So many party games, including truth or dare where James ends up confessing

‘Prongs, kiss the hottest person in the room’

‘Sirius...’

‘I’m flattered, but I love Moony’

‘Ew, no mate, no offence, but I was gonna ask if you’d kill me if I kissed Reggie?’

‘Oh go ahead- WAIT, REGGIE?! THAT’S MY BABY BROTHER!’

‘Ignore him, please go ahead, love’

~ 28th February 1961 ~

Wanted it to be 29th of February but sadly 1961 is not a leap year, so this is an adapted version of that idea

Reggie being born at midnight on the 28th, so him and Sirius can never work out when to celebrate

On leap years, they’re so fucking confused about when to celebrate since they barely ever are allowed to celebrate at home

Reggie just pretends that his birthday has already gone when anyone asks to save them the trouble

Even when they weren’t speaking, Sirius makes sure to send a letter to Reggie at midnight on the 1st, to remind his brother that he’s always there

Most years Reggie just sneaks out of his dorm on his birthday to hang out with the house elves at midnight

One time he bumped into James, so it became a tradition for them to spend the night laughing and chatting in the kitchen or library

James just likes seeing Reggie comfortable and happy

~ 27th March 1961 ~

Regulus is the heart of the lion headcanon 2!

Birthday is the same day as James’

Sirius makes jokes that his two second favourite people share a birthday (the first is obviously Remus)

James and Reggie alternate what they do on their birthday, but usually end the day cuddled up on James’ bed talking about quidditch

After James graduates, Regulus is invited round for their birthday (as well as all their friends obviously)

Euphemia and Fleamont absolutely love Reggie, they buy him presents and invite him to come over more often after telling him many embarrassing stories about James while James blushes

~ Any Date in May 2061 ~

According to things I’ve seen please don’t quote me on this Regulus is most visible in May

Birthday stargazing with James using cheesy lines and Regulus reciting facts he was taught as a kid as they cuddle under a blanket

Birthday dates to Hogsmead with James, getting many sweets to share in the library later that day

Birthday quidditch matches where James promises not to go easy on Reggie and fucking panics one year when Reggie falls off his broom and ends up in the hospital wing

James just freaks out and refused to leave Reggie’s side, even after being told everything was fine

James and their friends end up bringing duvets and pillows down so they don’t have to leave Reggie alone

Remus and Lily find a spell to project muggle films on the wall for all of them to watch Regulus, Sirius and Mel are fascinated

~ 31st August 1961 ~

No one knowing when Regulus’ birthday is because it’s already happened the day before they go back to school

James is outraged when he finds out that the Marauders have never been able to celebrate his birthday in school

So they start making the first day of school Reggie’s honorary birthday with a giant sleepover in the Gryffindor common room

So many baby Black jokes, which Reggie fucking hates

‘Sirius I’m fucking taller than you, if anyone’s the baby it’s you’

First time they celebrate his birthday outside of school, James takes him to see a quidditch match, then to the local pub to see the rest of their friends, and finally back to their flat for Reggie to read the books he got for his birthday

~ Literally Any Date From September 1st to August 31st ~

I tried to find a correlation between November 3rd (Sirius’ birthday) and the Sirius star

Couldn’t really find anything (again I don’t know astronomy so please feel free to prove me wrong if you do!)

Only thing I saw was that Sirius is apparently more visible in Winter, but November is technically in Autumn so wasn’t really anything with that

By that logic, She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named could have made his birthday any date with no reasoning but we’re not gonna accept that

So any date for his birthday is acceptable!

SPEECH - SIRIUS, JAMES, REGULUS

Feel free to comment which birthday you prefer, even if it isn’t one listened! And sorry if I got some astronomy things wrong, please correct me if I’m wrong and I will happily edit this post accordingly!

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HOLIDAY FIC REC, PART IV: Below you’ll find more fics that have to do with the holiday season.

📖 (I'm Dreaming of a) One Night Inn by @lululawrence (54k)

When everything Louis had planned for his life falls through, and on his birthday no less, he's left with no other option but to regroup and start over again. The road of life isn't always straight and it certainly isn't always easy, but sometimes it's those twists and turns that find you your closest friends and—if you're really lucky—the love of your life.

Louis just happens to be very lucky.

A Holiday Inn AU.

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Louis tiptoed to the door and opened it, looking over his shoulder for a moment. Harry looked absolutely gorgeous, almost enough to make him strip back down and give it another go. But that wasn’t who Louis was. So he sighed and stepped outside, leaving back to his flat. And for the first time in years, he felt alive.

Or the where Louis’ routine centered life runs like clockwork until a chance hook up throws a wrench named Harry into it all. But as it may turn out a change in plans could be what Louis has needed all along.

📖 Ideal: An Advent Fic by @iamasphodelknox (40k)

All Louis wanted was some god-damned time to write his novel. He didn’t expect to move his and Liam’s entire production of a Christmas variety show to a small inn in Vermont just before the holidays. He didn’t expect to save Niall’s inn. He didn’t expect Liam to fall in love. He definitely didn’t expect to fall in love himself. And he certainly didn’t expect it all to feel so much like a Christmas movie.

Oh hell. There’s a lot of things Louis didn’t expect.

A White Christmas au, complete with drama, fluff, choreographed dance numbers, and idiotic boys falling in love. Just your typical Christmas fun.

📖 The Happiest Season by @sadaveniren (37k)

“You’re going to spend Christmas - and your birthday - with his homophobic WASP parents? That’s gonna be hell.”

Louis closed his eyes in frustration. “It was either that or be apart and I don’t think that’s gonna be good for either of us this year, you know?”

A fic loosely based on Happiest Season but make it ... different

📖 maybe this christmas by @nobodymoves (34k)

Harry lives next door to Louis and babysits his daughter. He might be hopelessly in love with Louis and desperate to be part of his little family, but he’s ignoring that in favour of trying to make Louis’s busy life as easy as possible. When he finds out Louis and his daughter don’t believe in Santa - someone who is universally considered a real person - he makes it his mission to convince them. Along the way he takes in a man who may or may not actually be Santa, and everyone’s Christmas wishes might come true.

A Miracle on 34th Street AU.

📖 Retiens la nuit by @teamlouis2020 (26k)

Everything is too much for Harry. His exboyfriend, his job, his whole life actually. Flying across the globe to find a quiet place for Christmas holidays is exactly what he needs. Among a warm cottage and snow-covered fields, he doesn't expect to come across Louis, the beautiful stranger that stumbled into his house one night. Love isn't supposed to find a way to his heart, but Christmas has its magic tricks, hasn't it?

📖 Neither Wine Nor Dine by @brightgolden (25k)

With Louis’ fringe taking up half of his forehead and eyes crinkling at the side with how wide he grins just by looking at their Christmas tree, he looked so much like the 19 year old boy Harry met in the living room of his shared two-bedroom apartment years ago.

It's too bad that Harry doesn't get to see it often.

Where Harry is too busy travelling the world and Louis is home during Christmas.

📖 Baby, You're On My List by @chloehl10 (17k)

Harry takes his niece to see Father Christmas, but he doesn't count on meeting the cutest Christmas elf. Taken by the handsome stranger, Harry decides to recruit as many children as he can so he can see him again, and again, and again...

📖 The fic where Harry calls Louis an idiot for ten days straight because he is one. by @mercurial-madhouse (16k)

They’ve found the perfect get away from their busy lives as nationally-famous footie player and well-respected restaurant critic, escaping to the isolation of a cabin in the woods where they can simply be Louis and Harry.

If only both were actually here.

A gift forgotten in London, the untameable force of the weather, and the scent of burnt snickerdoodle biscuits find Harry and Clifford pitifully alone and Louis... Where is Louis?

📖 Unwrap My Heart by @larryficwriter (15k)

Harry is flabbergasted, that much is clear. He also looks emotional, understandably. A little excited shiver runs through Louis’ body because this is just the beginning.

“Harry,” Louis begins as soon as the song is over. “This begins 12 Days of presents that I have planned for you. Each day you’ll get another present from me that will hopefully show you that you mean the world to me.”

or, the 12 Days of Christmas: Larry Edition

📖 The Ideal Flatmate by @larryyouknow (12k)

Louis shares his flat with the ideal flatmate (or I-F as he often nicknames him). Harry is a bit younger and a bit taller than him. He’s polite and there is nothing to complain about. Harry rarely brings someone over, he isn’t loud, he eats at the table and when he uses the shared area for his crafting projects he always tidies after himself. Harry doesn’t bother Louis and he pays his share in time.

The ideal flatmate.

The only problem is: Harry hates Louis. This will be very lovely Christmas.

📖 Fine Lines by @harrystinysantashorts (11k)

The short story is there are two little, white sticks sitting on the bathroom counter with two little, pink lines on both of them. The long story is that that’s never happened before.

or, Harry gets the surprise of a lifetime and decides it’ll be the perfect Christmas present.

📖 Run to Me Through The White Night by @mizzhydes (8k)

A horrid last-minute shopping trip amidst a mass of teenage girls and their parents was not what Louis was hoping to get roped into two days before Christmas.

The day started out dreadfully, but fate had something different in store for Louis that day. A chance encounter between a famous pop star and an everyday lad, gave way to an evening that neither of them would ever forget.

📖 In Search of the Perfect Tree by @beanno28 (5k)

Harry and Louis work together at Home Depot and are also in a long term relationship. Harry is getting ready to get the store ready for the holiday season. When Louis decides he wants in on the action and their coworkers plan a tree off. Who wins and who loses? What happens when Harry has a secret up his sleeve?

📖 may your every wish come true by @cocoalou (4k)

“Harry, right? Harry Styles?”

Harry’s insides are screaming.

“Uh. Yes. Louis Tomlinson, yeah?” he replies, trying desperately to keep the manic smile off his face that he knows is already making an appearance because Louis remembers him (!!!!!), little ole Harry Styles; two years below, nerdy as all hell, and his friend’s dorky, younger brother.

Harry and Louis reconnect during the Holidays, it's kind of fate.

#holiday fics #holiday fic rec #hlsource

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