#red crackle week 2022

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Wolcred Week 2023: Good Morning|Sweet Dreams

(Y'know there's "rules" somewhere about not starting with dreams, but I seem to do it a lot anyway. 560-ish words of fluff preempting angst, EW 6.4 but no real spoilers again. Amanya's a childhood friend first mentioned in FFXIV Write 2022's "Fuse".)

She sat on the riverbank with Amanya, red silk flowing through their hands to wrap around the Arkasodara girl into her wedding sari.

“You should look to your own future,” Amanya said and flames crackled in the distance. Shadows flit overhead.

Aeryn did not dare look up at them. “I wanted to find you first,” she said.

“You did,” Amanya answered as the red flowed from the silk into the river, smelling of copper and reflecting the incoming flames. The white shroud wrapped around Amanya’s broad form. “At the edge of everything. Perhaps we will meet again. Look to your own future.”

A bird sang as the fires rolled in, smoke choking the air and ash filling the water while the shadows descended…

An aetheric shot broke the birdsong as the gunblade sliced the silk, Amanya falling into the fading smoke as Aeryn fell into familiar strong arms and a comforting murmur in her ear.

The purple gloom of Mor Dhona swirled outside the window of her childhood bedroom in Davarresh as she and Thancred sat amid a dozen bright pillows that were also pastries they snacked upon as they talked and laughed but she couldn’t quite follow the conversation.

Only that it was pleasant and she never wanted the moment to end.

—

Aeryn blinked awake to the dawn peeking in through the window. They hadn’t closed it last night, and mornings in Sharlayan could be chilly while the bed was quite warm. Thancred spooned her, arms and a leg holding her close.

She sighed and wiggled free, leading to him sleepily grumbling and rolling over, trying to deny the morning for a little while longer. Aeryn snagged her house robe from the back of the nearby desk chair, padding over to the small corner stove.

In a few moments she had coffee brewing, and though she looked, there were no snacks to be had. She had picked up a coffee pack at the Last Stand, but they had eaten all the food, and it had been a while since either of them had used the Annex room, given the work in Thavnair while he was off on his own errands. Fighting together again to secure the Aetherfont had felt good, even if it earned them some teasing from their comrades.

By the time she returned to the bed with their mugs he was sitting up, his hair sticking every which way as he rubbed his eyes.

“Good morning,” Aeryn said, handing him a cup of unaltered black coffee. Her own was a lighter tan, enhanced (he claimed otherwise) by cream and sugar.

He smiled sleepily as he took the mug. “Good morning; thank you. Sleep all right? Seemed you were having some bad dreams in the wee hours.”

Aeryn sat with him on the bed again, trying to remember, but there were only fleeting impressions of laughing conversation, tasty treats—perhaps that’s why she was craving pastries this morning—and the whisper of a familiar voice saying…something important.

She shrugged. “Only sweet dreams here—literally, so once we’re dressed we ought to go to the Last Stand again because I need donuts.”

He chuckled. “I want eggs and bacon myself, but I’m certain Dickon will be glad to arrange both. And there’s yet time before we return to our respective work.”

Danger and uncertainty awaited, even with their successes so far. But that was for later, as they leaned together and drank their coffee in the cool morning light.

A good start to the day’s adventures indeed.

[itsdappleagain]

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

thank you for the tag jo!!

“It’s too early.” (simple are the ways of love (simple as the touch of another's hands)- julethief and me proving i can in fact write fluff)

The feeling of her fingers was wrong. (Love Is a Locked Cell Door- crack taken seriously chase devineaux x graham crackle fic)

Steam billowed from the top of the train as it rattled along the tracks. (say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime (let me lead you from your solitude)- phantom of the opera carmen sandiego au)

Carmen’s feet pounded on the pavement, sacrificing silence for speed in a dangerous tradeoff. (Acrylic- part three of an evil carlotta au)

Carmen staggered into the wall and let herself slide down it, clutching her side and biting back a groan. (the cardinal and the kitten- julethief hurt comfort set after the s1 finale)

“Urgh. It's freezing out here.” (and the world was framed with red- gay hurt/comforty little rewrite of the big bad ivy caper)

Player winced as he heard fist connect with flesh, not knowing whether it was a VILE operative or Carmen that had been hit. (yellow roses and aconite- my player week 2022 one-shots)

Never and always alone. (Hearts and Stars- part two of an evil carlotta au)

Slipping into a house of thieves undetected is no easy task. (Everything is a Lie- part one of an evil carlotta au)

The worn, well-used chairs and tables of the bar stood empty, no bustling people and raucous laughter bouncing through the stately wood panelled room.  (A Rose Is All That's Left- original work about the origins of Death in an Old West setting)

me and my short sentence openers I guess lol. i skipped the frantic fanfic comp since 1. not mine entirely and 2. does that even count

ANYONE WHO SEES THIS AND WANTS TO consider yourself tagged :D

[thelensofyashunews]

Chief Keef & Mike WiLL Made-iIt Recruit Sexyy Red for New 'Dirty Nachos' Video

Chief Keef and Mike WiLL Made-It's recent mixtape DIRTY NACHOS is a nostalgia trip in the best way, harkening back to the raw sound and thrilling unpredictability of the DatPiff era. Today, the two trap titans recruit Sexyy Red for the video for "DAMN SHORTY," a brassy and hard-hitting highlight from the tape. Propelled by Mike WiLL's monster movie horns and crisp percussion and drops from the Trap-A-Holics themselves, "DAMN SHORTY" showcases the crackling chemistry between Sosa and Sexyy, who apply their signature styles to the swelling trap symphony. In the video, directed by NSTY, Sosa, Sexyy, and Mike WiLL sit down for a formal dinner, before they head to the gas station to do what they do best: get turnt. 

The first collaborative mixtape between Chief Keef and Mike WiLL Made-It, DIRTY NACHOS is a diverse platter of hard-hitting street slappers, with each distinct element enhancing the other like jalapeños, chili, and cheese on a dish of fully-loaded nachos. The two legends make a perfect pair, the rapper switching up his flows to seamlessly fit the producer's symphonic soundscapes. The scraping pizzicato strings of "RIDICULOUSNESS" inspire Sosa to sink his teeth into the instrumental and not let go, whipping quick cadences between the booming 808s. The album is home to acclaimed single "DIRTY NACHOS," plus previously-released fan favorites “LOVE DON’T LIVE HERE,”  "HARLEY QUINN," "STATUS," and "BANG BANG." Featuring an additional appearance from 2 Chainz on "PULL UP GHOST CLAN," DIRTY NACHOS is available everywhere via 43B / Ear Drummer Records / RBC Records. 

Dirty Nachos is the opening salvo in what is shaping up to be a busy year for Chief Keef. The 28-year-old rapper is currently hard at work putting the finishing touches on Almighty So 2. The sequel to one of Sosa's most mind-bending projects (2013's Almighty So, home to hits like "Blew My High"), Almighty So 2 follows in the wake of 2022 singles like "Racks Stuffed Inna Couch," "Chief So," and "Tony Montana Flow." The hotly-anticipated Almighty So 2 drops later this year via 43B, Chief Keef's record label, formed in a joint venture with BMG. Recently, Sosa collaborated with Sexyy Red on two singles from her Hood Hottest Princess (Deluxe)–"Ghetto Princess," and "Bow Bow Bow (F My Baby Mama)," and teamed up with Lil Yachty for "Say Ya Grace," a highlight from All Is Yellow, the first album by Lyrical Lemonade. The song's Cole Bennett-directed video reached the top 5 of YouTube's Trending chart, and racked up over 3 million views in its first week of release (8.2 million total).

Mike WiLL Made-It has been on a momentous streak with recent successes, including notable releases such as  "Wanna Come Thru" ft. Coi Leray, the remix of U2’s “Atomic City”, Gucci Mane's single, “Cold,” featuring B.G., and collaborations like “Blood Moon” with Lil Uzi Vert and “There I Go” with J. Cole and Gucci Mane. In a pioneering move, Mike WiLL Made-It was announced as the first-ever lead producer for the 2023-2024 NBA season on ESPN, with his track  “Now or Neva” featuring MoneyBagg Yo, showcased in ESPN’s NBA In-Season Tournament official commercial. This came as a follow up to the initial single, "Different Breed," featuring the incomparable Swae Lee and Latto. At this year’s Grammy Awards Mike WiLL received an Album of The Year nomination for his work on Endless Summer Vacation, alongside longtime collaborator Miley Cyrus, holding a producer credit on “Thousand Miles” (Ft. Brandi Carlile), “Violet Chemistry,” and “Muddy Feet” (Ft. Sia)”. Showing no signs of slowing down, 2024 promises to be an impactful and buzzy year for Mike WiLL with more new music on the horizon.

[redxcrackle]

Fun/ Flirty/ Dancing Caper Au

Bonus:

They got a little too into it

[rys-redcrackle]

[I.D.: a fanart of carmen sandiego and graham calloway from the 2019 series. carmen has her curly auburn hair tied in a ponytail and is wearing a red dress with gold sleeve trimmings. graham is wearing an off-white shirt with brown pants out of view. they are in a train. in the fanart, carmen has fallen asleep on graham's shoulder and is smiling slightly. graham looks shocked, and he is blushing. End I.D.]

Red Crackle Week - Day 2: Slice Of Life

I JUST DREW THIS HI

oh and credit for colours and graham's clothes goes to this lovely fanart

what can i say......................... just love flustered graham so much

overcompensating for Bad Background by putting all my energy into the characters. please admire the clothing

[grahamcarmen]

redcrackle week Day 1:Forgiveness

For blue skies

by Strays don't sleep

[redcrackle-week]

Hello everyone! We hope you’re having a wonderful day/night!

We are back with this years Red Crackle Week prompts showcased above.

This years RC week will be taking place November 28th to December 2nd. Mark your calendars everyone!

The rules are the same as last years. If you are new here, allow me to repeat.

1.No NSFW. We wanna keep this event PG. Some slightly suggestive stuff is alright, but nothing over.

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Please read all rules carefully. If you fail to comply with the rules we will not reblog your work.

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[thephantomtheory]

Earl Grey, Lavender, and a Bow | Levi x Reader

notes: alright... i'm back after a mini hiatus for my love's birthday. here's a lil drabble.

content: levi x reader, canonverse ig? just you being sweet for levi's birthday xx

cw: sfw, but really mild mentions of grief/loss if you squint

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Levi never knew how you learned his birthday. He’d managed to keep that information unwaveringly private, despite Hange’s desperate attempts and sleepless nights wildly digging through archives to uncover it. He suspected that, perhaps Erwin knew, but if so, never said a word, which went much appreciated by Levi.

Levi’s birthday was something he’d rather not acknowledge. He never did like a fuss, or an excess of attention, or spirited social gatherings. He didn’t see the point in celebrating another year while so many of his comrades would not… could not…

In fact, the first year he’d known you, he’d honestly forgotten about the occasion himself. It was a quiet day and frigidly cold, as it always was that time of year. The sun set early, pale orange and icy blue hues loosely sinking beneath the edge of the Walls, the remaining faded light sparkling over the new layer of snow.

It crunched like muffled sighs underneath his shoes as he walked back to Headquarters from the local tea shop. He’d restocked on Earl Grey and crushed lavender, but he’d been hoping to find a rare blend, black and earthy leaves specific to the season, but unfortunately left empty-handed.

The wind picked up and Levi pulled his scarf tighter around him. Three young children threw snowballs at each other in the middle of the street, their cheeks pinched rosy from the cold, while their laughter swelled innocently and bright into the evening. It was simple. But it was everything. He walked on.

By the time he made it back to Headquarters he had buried his nose into his scarf and his black hair was decorated with a white dusting of flurried snowflakes. The building was more quiet than usual, as everyone had a few weeks off and whoever had families went to spend time with them. Of course, there were many members who had learned to make a family out of their fellow soldiers, including a select few from Levi’s own squad, and they milled about in the dining commons while Levi passed by as a shadow, on his way back to his office to prepare for tea with you, a nightly routine that the two of you had fallen into much like snowflakes fall to the earth; effortless and weightless, but falling nonetheless.

He unlocked the door to his office, leaning back against it until it clicked closed, sighed. He unwrapped his scarf from around him, peeled off his mittens and placed them neatly on his desk, setting his coat on the back of his chair. He went to light the fire and then began to prepare the tea. He turned again to his desk, where he’d left his packages, and spotted something red just on the corner.

He blinked. A subtle red bow. Atop a grey-blue tin box. Right next to his mittens. How did he miss this?

Levi picked it up, analyzed the print on the front of the box, and realized it was the tea he was unable to find earlier.

He ran his thumb over the velvet of the bow, and then he remembered.

He felt the soft fabric under his skin. And then he realized.

He didn’t have to ask who’d left it. Just the other week, he’d mentioned he was looking for this tea during one of your late night conversations. And you always listened.

Not much later you were sat across from him, sipping the tea he’d just poured for you. You brought the cup to your lips, tasting, and mused,

“Mm, new blend?”

“Just got it today.”

“It’s nice.”

The fire crackled beside you. He eyed you.

“How’d you know?”

You smiled into your cup.

“Know what?”

A small grin pulled at the corners of his lips, which he hid as he sipped.

“Brat…

Thank you.”

©2022 thephantomtheory | do not repost my work anywhere, and do not plagiarize (reblogs much appreciated)

[liaromancewriter]

The Best Present

Premise: It’s his first Christmas as a married man, and Ethan reflects on how he got here.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,315

A/N: This is set today (Christmas 2022). Submission for @choicesficwriterscreations Holiday event; @choicesdecember2022 prompt Day 4 “snow on the beach”; @choicesflashfics Holiday prompt 17 in bold; @choicesholidays​ week 5 “Meet me at midnight”

The frigid wind coming off the Atlantic was howling outside, swirling snow on the beach like tiny crystals in the air. Inside the Newport mansion facing away from the sea, the rooms were decked out for the holidays in festive reds, greens and golds.

The family room was warm from the central heating and a roaring fire; the drapes across the French doors pulled aside to let in the sunshine but keep out the cold.

The beautiful tree in the corner with its matching ornaments and gold star topper no longer sheltered colorful presents. Those had long since been opened by their recipients over hot cocoa and eggnog. Exclamations of surprise, gratitude and laughter filled the air as each gift was unwrapped.

Ethan Ramsey sipped coffee from a holiday-themed mug chockful of sarcasm, a present from his wife. The fire popped and crackled in the large fireplace, but his mind wasn’t in the here and now. It was in the past and the events that led him to this moment.

When he was a little boy, Ethan still believed in the magic of Christmas and Santa Claus. He remembered trying to stay awake one Christmas Eve, hoping to catch Santa in the act. Maybe give him the card he had drawn just for him. But he’d fallen asleep curled up next to the upstairs banister.

The last thing he remembered was watching his parents kissing under the mistletoe while Christmas music played on the radio. His dad must have found him because he woke up on Christmas morning tucked inside his bed, clutching his favorite teddy bear. He never did get to meet Santa.

Over the years, he’d stopped believing in Christmas and all it entailed. The season had been a good way to make extra money in high school and college. He’d been too busy with his studies in med school to give it much thought, except when Tobias dragged him out to celebrate.

During residency and after, he preferred working. He’d often rang in the season with any of the revolving door of women in his life that happened to be free. He didn’t want permanency. But something about the holidays made others wish for it. So, he’d been careful to keep things casual.

Fast forward almost ten years later, Ethan still had difficulty believing he was in the most permanent relationship of his life. Marriage. And with someone for whom family was as essential as breathing.

He glanced over his shoulder, searching and then he saw her. Cassie Valentine. His first and only love. His wife. His partner in everything.

She was laughing with her brother and cousins on the other side of the room. And he wondered again how he’d gotten so lucky.

He had finally met his match. Someone who was his equal professionally, challenged him personally and made him laugh and feel lighthearted even on the darkest days. And was happy with who he was and not who she wished he could be.

“I fell in love with the real Ethan Ramsey, not a figment of my imagination,” she told him the night before their wedding when his nerves had gotten the better of him.

He’d found himself standing outside her bedroom door, a speech prepared, convinced that it was only fair to offer her an out. No hard feelings. He wasn’t sure he could ever give her what she deserved. But he should have known she’d see right through him.

“I don’t want an out, Ethan,” she said quietly. “But if you do….”

She stood in the open doorway looking beautiful in a simple green gown, her hair in a messy bun, and her face shiny from the night cream she liked to slather before going to bed.

And he realized what an idiot he was at that very moment.

“I don’t,” he said vehemently. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life than I am about marrying you.”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow at the altar.”

She started to close the door, but he wasn’t satisfied with leaving things like this. He yanked her into his arms; his mouth descended on hers, swallowing her sighs, imprinting himself on her. Reaffirming the promise of what was to come and thank her for giving him endless chances.

Six months later, his nerves were still there, and so was his fear of messing up. But he also knew that he was a product of his DNA. Not the half that was restless and had chosen to walk away but the one that had stayed, devoted to the last.

He looked over at the armchairs near the fireplace where Alan was enjoying mulled wine with Olivia, their conversation too low for his ears. His father was the symbol of constancy in his life. A man who loved his family and had endless patience and forgiveness in his heart.

Once upon a time, Ethan had worried about the differences in his and Cassie’s family backgrounds. But his father and in-laws had gotten along exceptionally well from the first meeting. And he realized that at the core, where it mattered, they were similar people.

When his phone pinged, he fished it out of his pocket; his thumb automatically clicking on the notification when he saw Cassie’s name on the screen.

He was still grinning like a fool at the screen when he felt the air shift around him, and he quickly locked the phone. They were surrounded by Cassie’s family, and the last thing he wanted was someone to see the risqué text.

Ethan let out a sigh of relief when he realized it was Cassie. She joined him on the couch, draping his arm over her shoulder as she nestled into his side. She kissed the underside of his jaw and grinned.

“Excited for your present?” she asked wickedly.

“Are you sure we have to wait until midnight?”

He cupped the side of her face, the pad of his thumb moving against her lower lip as he stared into her eyes. She was already wearing the earrings he’d given her, the sparkle of diamonds no match against the emerald green of her eyes.

“Yes! I want you panting in anticipation.”

“You do that just by breathing. I can prove it. Right now, in fact,” Ethan smirked.

“Nice try, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, throwing him a mock steely-eyed gaze, a teasing smile hovering on her lips. “I plan to drive you crazy today, and you will play along.”

Before he could convince her otherwise, she shot her arm up in the air, held it still above their heads and looked up. “Look, there’s mistletoe. We have to kiss, it’s the law.”

Ethan followed her gaze and saw she clutched a sprig of mistletoe in her hand. He smiled when she gently shook it, a not-so-subtle hint. She straddled his lap, uncaring about who might be watching.

“Well, if it’s the law, who am I to break it?” he drawled, taking her face between his hands.

They both closed the distance between their lips, neither certain who kissed who first. Not that it mattered. Mistletoe was forgotten, and her arms circled the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her close

Lost in each other, they didn’t notice the secret smiles on their parents’ faces or the hollering and teasing laughter from her cousins.

Later that night, after he’d unwrapped and enjoyed his final Christmas present, he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with eyes struggling to stay awake. He tightened his arm around Cassie, already asleep beside him.

His last thought before sleep took him was that today had been the best Christmas ever. He wouldn’t change a thing because everything in his life had led him to this moment. This woman.

And that was the best present of all.

Bonus

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[clare-with-no-i]

PJO / half-blood AU | jily ficlet by clarewithnoi 

for @thegobletofweasleys​ Jily Week 2022! love this prompt!

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James Potter really has no manner of luck at all, which he explains to his girlfriend as they duck-and-cover behind a collection of empty bins in a London alleyway. It comes out a bit whinier than he meant it to. In front of him, the ground explodes.

“You see?” He rolls backward and then gestures, flailingly, to the new crater in the cobblestones.  A meter to the right would’ve blown a hole in his favorite pub. “I’m cursed, or something! Look at how close that was!”

Lily rolls her eyes. She’s braiding her hair back with something thin and golden. It reminds him of Ariadne’s string, ever-bright, the tether through the labyrinth. When he asked her about it on their first date, she simply smiled coyly at the reference, green eyes crystalline and gleaming. Everything about her shines. She’s holding a thin kopis between her teeth, celestial bronze.

Gods, he thinks, completely inappropriately and a little dangerously, you’re so pretty.

A low, earth-shaking howl pulls him back to the present.

Right. The Hellhound.

The thing currently interrupting his very meticulously planned date-night.

“I’ll take right flank,” Lily calls from behind her stack of wooden crates. “Will you cover me?”

Bit of a stupid question, that. James would run blind into Asphodel if she wanted him to.

But, in the interest of clear mid-battle communication, he affirms, “’Course I will,” before reaching into the back pocket of his trousers to close his fingers around the small Ray Bans case he knows will be inside. He sees Lily nod out of the corner of his eye.

“Brilliant,” she breathes, and he watches through peripheral vision as she rolls her shoulders the way she always does before a fight, like she’s unknotting the fibres of her muscles, coiling them in preparation. Shaking off one version of herself to mould into another.

Really, he thinks again, really pretty.

Eyes refocusing on the Hellhound—which is, at the moment, dragging one massive paw through crackling pavement, making James wince, because some unlucky civil servant is going to have to deal with that tomorrow—James opens his specs case and feels it shift and morph in his palm, growing, rematerializing in a half-second. Two porcelain horns connected by a taut string. In the center, a golden inscription, carved divine and pristine: S. O. A.

Son of Apollo.

Dad’s always had a bit of a flare for the dramatic.

He draws the bowstring of his arcus and watches an arrow shimmer into existence between his fingers.  It notches soundlessly.  At his back, the weight of a leather corytus quiver lands against his white button-down. It’s probably going to leave a substantial sweat-stain in the July heat, but that’s just another occupational hazard, James supposes. He leans back onto one knee, foot tucked behind him as the other leg plants in front, and takes aim. The muscles of his back shift and stretch. Familiar, well-trained.

A quick verse flits through his mind as one eye closes.

Father Apollo, I pray to You, all-seeing guardian God, be gracious to me and protect me. Let this arrow fly true. Let me protect her and myself.

“Ready when you are!” he calls.

Lily takes a deep breath and crouches, preparing to charge. She whispers something he can’t hear—behind her, nearly grabbing his attention, an oil lantern springs to life and bathes the alley in an orange-warm glow, and James watches as Lily’s lips still before rising into a pleased smile, her eyes alight.

Hestia is never really too far away, and never one to withhold a blessing.

“After this,” Lily says loudly enough that he can hear, and the Hellhound’s ears perk, its red-eyed gaze shifting toward her immediately, “let’s get a kebab and call it a night, yeah?”

James lets loose his first arrow. It flies straight and gorgeous, a spear of gold in the blue night. It catches the hound’s left paw and the beast yowls, shaking the ground. It whips its head back toward him.

Perfect.

He takes a second to send Lily a grin. Her mother’s lantern-glow casts her into shining relief, and a flash of light off of the dagger in her hands slants across the corner of his specs.

“I’d say you’ve got yourself a deal, beautiful,” he says.

She’s still smiling, red hair braided like a Huntress and a goddess, when she lunges.

[colormepurplex2]

By The Fire With Care | KSJ KTH

▻ By the Fire With Care ↳  Seokjin x Taehyung ⤜ Cabin Getaway  ⤜ Snowed In Lovers/Established Relationship ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 2,996 ⤜ Summary: Seokjin and Taehyung were only supposed to spend a week at the cabin, but the sudden snowfall had other ideas. Their flight is grounded for at least the night, so what do they do in the meantime? With the crackle of the fire, boozy eggnog, and a few hours to spare, they enjoy one more night of self-indulgence and a little sticky fun.

⚠️ This is pure smut. Kissing, oral, anal, cum eating, praise, wax play

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ 2022  Bangsmas - A “banging” Holiday Writing Event.

A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi​ for betaing and believing in me.

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

Eggnog & Mistletoe

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Seokjin murmurs to himself as he knocks off the snow caked to his boots.

“At least we didn’t spend hours waiting at the airport before they told us our flight was canceled. Another night in this cabin won’t hurt, my parents have already said we can stay here as long as we like,” Taehyung says, kicking his own boots against the banister of the wrap-around porch to dislodge the snow.

Seokjin grunts, clearly still displeased by the turn of events. They were supposed to leave and return home today, after a week of relaxing in seclusion at Taehyung’s parent’s remote cabin in the mountains.

He turns and grabs Taehyung’s suitcase before shouldering open the door to the cabin. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay another night here, it’s just that big board meeting tomorrow that I really don’t want to miss. It’s an important planning meeting for the new merger. I don’t necessarily have to be there, but I would like to.”

Taehyung nods, more than understanding. “Hey, it’ll be okay. We’ll be on the first flight out in the morning and you can leave from the airport and go straight to the office. You’ll be there before those assholes can even think to raise an eyebrow.”

That makes Seokjin smile. “Thank you for being you,” he whispers, setting the suitcases to the side in the living room and grabbing ahold of Taehyung’s arm to tug him in close. “I love you,” he mouths against Taehyung’s lips before firmly planting a lingering kiss there.

“Mm, I love you, too. Let’s take some of these layers off and then crack open that last bottle of eggnog with the hope that no more snow falls between now and 6 am tomorrow morning.” Taehyung unwraps his scarf and shrugs off his jacket, tossing them on top of the wooden hutch by the door. He kicks off his shoes and pads away on his wool sock-clad feet that match the thin red blazer he’s still wearing.

Seokjin takes off his own jacket and knit cap, adding them to the pile of Taehyung’s things. He toes off his boots, loosens his tie, and undoes the buttons on his cardigan, not bothering to take out clothes to change just yet. “Grab the bottle of Remy Martin, too. If you’re going to make me drink eggnog, I’m at least going to enjoy it.”

Pulling out the requested bottle of cognac, Taehyung wrinkles his nose but shrugs and sets it out on the counter. The wind is picking up outside already, bringing in more snow. The weather forecast is bleak, but they’re trying to remain hopeful.

“Want to get a fire started while I make the drinks?” Taehyung asks, nodding to the cold fireplace they had cleaned out just a few hours ago.

There is a small stack of chopped wood on the back porch that Seokjin gathers into his arms, headless of the nice clothes he’s currently wearing, and deposits it into the metal grate by the brick fireplace. He grabs a few smaller pieces and gets them set up in the hearth, tucking a small bundle of tinder under it and lighting it. A few minutes later, there is a nice fire working to slowly heat the open space of the cabin.

Taehyung’s family has had this cabin for a long time, it’s filled with childhood memories and pictures. It’s become somewhat of a holiday tradition since Seokjin and Taehyung got together, seven years ago, for them to spend a week here just the two of them. But, this is the first time they’ve ended up grounded due to the snow.

“There should be enough wood to make it through the night, as long as you don’t mind cuddling up under a few blankets, too.” Seokjin gives Taehyung a coy smile, waggling a teasing eyebrow.

Taehyung laughs. “I think I can live with that compromise.” He grabs the two large mugs he prepared with the eggnog and cognac, bringing them over to the low coffee table in front of the couch.

Seokjin grabs some of the fleece blankets from the basket by the couch and begins to make a cozy palette on the floor between the coffee table and the fireplace. He grabs a small box of matches and lights the vanilla and cinnamon-scented candle in the center of the table. “Remember the first time we were here?” he asks, a soft smile curving his lips with the memory.

“How could I forget?” Taehyung says, wrapping his arms around Seokjin from behind. “You had just met my parents and spent the entire week worried you had made a bad impression. It was cute how pink your cheeks were any time I brought it up or I got a phone call from mom.”

“I was more so meaning what we did on this floor right here, but okay,” Seokjin snarks lightly, leaning back into Taehyung’s embrace.

Taehyung hums, ignoring Seokjin’s sass. “Mm, that’s also a good memory,” he muses, beginning to rock gently from side to side. “You took me in your arms and we danced under the mistletoe you snuck up in the rafters so that you could kiss me over and over while we swayed.”

“It’s still up there,” Seokjin says softly, tilting his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder to look up at the wooden beams spanning overhead and the small green and white bundle of artificial mistletoe from all those years ago.

Taehyung reaches up and cups the older man’s chin, tilting it just so. He brushes his lips along Seokjin’s jaw before slanting them over his pouty mouth. “So it is,” Taehyung whispers against his lips before deepening the kiss, prodding with his tongue until the other man opens for him.

Taehyung tastes like nutmeg with a hint of warmth from the cognac. “You taste delicious, sweetheart,” Seokjin sighs, breaking away from the kiss and turning in Taehyung’s embrace. “You know just how I like it.” He reaches down to the coffee table beside them and grabs up one of the mugs, taking an appreciative sip of the boozy eggnog.

“Should we add cognac-spiked eggnog to our holiday traditions?” Taehyung asks with a smirk. He picks up his own drink and watches Seokjin over the rim of the mug as he brings it to his mouth. Seokjin smiles, a faint line of eggnog lingering on his upper lip that Taehyung promptly swoops in and licks away, his mug suspended in the air and forgotten for the moment. “Maybe eggnog body shots?”

That makes them both laugh. “That sounds like a sticky mess,” Seokjin chuckles softly, but there is a heat in his eyes at the idea.

Taehyung nods. “Mhmm, very sticky but very fun.” He tips up his mug, draining the eggnog in a few swallows, then sets it off on the coffee table. “I know something else we can do that can be very sticky and fun.”

Seokjin slowly sips at his eggnog, tightening his hold on Taehyung’s waist a fraction.  “Enlighten me, sweetheart.”

“Well,” Taehyung begins, “first, you need to finish that off.” He nods to the half-empty mug in Seokjin’s hand. With a smile, he hooks a finger under the bottom of the mug and tips it up to Seokjin’s mouth. “Open up,” his voice turns soft, husky, as he watches the cream-colored liquid slide over Seokjin’s bottom lip and onto his waiting tongue. “Just…like…that. Fuck, that’s hot, it makes me think of that one time I came in yo—ow!”

They both dissolve into breathy laughs, the finger Seokjin jabbed into Taehyung's side sliding down to hook into a belt loop and giving a playful tug. “Don’t talk about mouthfuls of cum when I’m drinking a milky substance.”

“Sorry, daddy,” Taehyung sasses.

Seokjin’s lips press into a firm line. “Watch yourself unless you want to get put across my knee.”

That makes Taehyung wince. “Fine, I’ll behave. The last time I was over your knee I couldn’t sit down for almost a week.”

“Mmm, don’t have such a tender ass and you could take more,” Seokjin teases, moving his hand down to palm Taehyung’s ass. He drains the last of his eggnog and deposits the mug beside Taehyung’s on the coffee table, bringing his hand up to join the other on Taehyung’s ass. Warmth suffuses his cheeks, a welcomed effect from the cognac and the blazing fire.

The way Taehyung presses against Seokjin, the slightest grind of his hips against the front of Seokjin’s slacks, has both men letting out soft moans. “Should I get on my knees and ask for forgiveness?” Taehyung asks, cheeks flushing pink and tongue darting out to swipe over Seokjin’s bottom lip.

“And something else,” Seokjin murmurs and takes a small step back, sliding his hands up from Taehyung’s ass to run through his thick, chocolatey hair. “If you suck my cock as well as you mouth off, I’ll consider you forgiven.”

It’s a delicate line they like to dance on, switching between who’s more dominant in situations like this. Last night Seokjin was the one on his knees, pleading for Taehyung to fuck him until he couldn’t breathe. They’ve been together so long and have explored so many different things that it’s seamless at this point. They know exactly what each other enjoys, how far they can be pushed.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Taehyung murmurs, a sly smile hooking his lips which he begins to trail along Seokjin’s jaw. “As much as I love you in a tie…” He makes quick work of the tie and Seokjin’s cardigan and shirt “Beautiful.” Taehyung takes a moment to admire Seokjin’s exposed chest and stomach. He places wet, open-mouthed kisses down Seokjin’s throat and down to his nipples. Nibbling until they’re both tight and glistening, he moves further down, finally dropping to his knees.

Seokjin tightens his grip in Taehyung’s hair. “You’re so pretty on your knees,” he says on his next breathy exhale.

Taehyung flicks open the button on Seokjin’s slacks and slowly pulls down the zipper. “Not as pretty as you are above me.” He brings his attention to the large bulge behind the taut black fabric of Seokin’s boxer briefs. “Or this,” he whispers, more to himself than anything. With slow and deliberate movements, Taehyung pushes down Seokjin’s slacks and underwear until he’s standing there in nothing but his black dress socks.

There is a moment where only the sounds of their breathing and the crackle of the fire fills the space. “I love you,” Seokjin coos, staring down at Taehyung kneeling before him.

Taehyung peers up at his beautiful boyfriend through his lashes, being deliberate in his actions as he leans forward and wraps a hand around the base of Seokjin’s shaft. Seokjin sucks in a stilted breath, his lips parted as his chest heaves. Slowly sliding his tongue out over his lips, Taehyung flicks a tiny kitten lick over the bead of precum glistening on Seokjin’s cockhead. “I love you, too,” he finally responds, grinning at the way Seokjin moans wantonly from the action.

Taking Seokjin between his lips, Taehyung does his best to take as much of him as he can. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so good at that,” Seokjin pants, using his hands in the younger man’s hair to push him a little further, groaning at the softly garbled choking sound Taehyung makes.

They work to set a perfect rhythm, one that has them both breathing heavily and moaning. Taehyung is so hard in his pants that he fumbles his freehand to get them undone so he can have more room and a bit of relief. Wrapping his hand around his aching cock, Taehyung squeezes himself in tandem with each thrust of the other man’s hips. With one final thrust, Seokjin pulls out from between Taehyung’s lips and slumps down to take his mouth in a heated kiss. “Fuck me,” Taehyung begs between kisses.

“Lay down,” Seokjin asserts, pulling away from Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung whines at the loss but quickly relaxes back, yanking off his blazer, shirt, and shucking his pants and underwear the rest of the way off. “Look at you so ready for me,” Seokjin praises, eyes roving over the straining length of Taehyung’s cock standing proud between his thighs. “Can I mark you, sweetheart?” he asks, flicking his eyes up to Taehyung’s. 

Taehyung worries his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before nodding. “I’d like that.”

Seokjin stands up and moves over to their suitcases, unzipping the side compartment on his bag and pulling out his waterproof toiletries bag. He digs around in it, finally finding what he needs, and moves back to where Taehyung is sprawled out on the blankets before the fire. He stands there, staring down at him for a moment. The way Taehyung is stretched out, knees slightly drawn up and canted to the sides, beautiful cock resting long and thick on his belly, eyes half-lidded over blown pupils; he’s utterly perfect.

Dropping down to his knees between Taehyung’s thighs, Seokjin pops the lid on the lube he just retrieved. “Ready, sweetheart?” Taehyung nods, his bottom lip caught back between his teeth. He watches as Seokjin squirts a generous amount of lube into his hand before fisting it around Taehyung’s cock.

Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as he fights against the ecstasy of finally having his cock touched. The anticipation has heightened the thrill, sending small pulses of pleasure straight to where Taehyung aches between Seokjin’s long, slender fingers.

Those fingers work over Taehyung’s cock a few times before slipping down and finding the tight pucker of muscle below. “Ah, fuck,” Taehyung grunts as Seokjin begins to work a finger inside of him. He’s gentle and takes care to not go too fast, slowly working Taehyung open until he can get another finger in beside the first.

“That’s it, sweetheart, you’re doing so well. You’ll be ready to take my cock soon.” Seokjin continues with a soft litany of praises and encouragement until he’s worked three fingers into Taehyung’s tight ass. “So perfect.”

“Jin,” Taehyung moans, hands fisting into the blankets beneath him. 

“Stroke your cock for me,” Seokjin says, giving him a small smile of encouragement. Taehyung brings a shaky hand up and wraps his fingers around himself, gasping as he strokes up and then back down. “Good, but don’t cum yet.” Taehyung nods, eyes going blurry from the intensity of the pleasure.

Seokjin watches as Taehyung’s ass flutters when he pulls his fingers free. Grabbing the lube, he coats his own cock with a generous amount. “Fuck,” Taehyung whines. “Please fuck me, Jinnie, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

“Shh, sweetheart, patience. It won’t be long now,” Seokjin promises as he reaches back with his free hand and grabs the candle from the coffee table. Being careful so as not to spill, Seokjin cradles the base of the candle and lofts it above Taehyung’s chest and stomach. He positions his cock against Taehyung’s ass, giving a gentle nudge that has the other man arching up and working his cock harder with his fist. 

“Oh god,” Taehyung whimpers at the first trickle of hot wax touching his skin at the same time Seokjin begins to press inside his ass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A dribble of precum slips out to mix with the lube covering his cock as he squeezes the base to hold off on his own orgasm.

“Perfect,” Seokjin gasps, his hips finally pressing firmly against the other man’s ass. They both pant, taking in the creamy white wax in the shape of a heart covering Taehyung’s chest and stomach. He carefully sets the now snuffed-out candle on the floor, away from the puddle of blankets under them.

Taehyung wraps his legs around Seokjin’s waist, encouraging him to move. Bracing one hand on Taehyung’s hip and the other on the top of his thigh, Seokjin begins with a slow and drawn-out thrust and works into a steady, grinding slide in and out.

The hand Taehyung has around his own cock picks back up, matching the rhythm of Seokin’s hips. “It feels so good,” Taehyung moans. “You’re going to make me cum!”

“Are you going to cum all over yourself, make yourself all sticky and filthy so I’ll have to clean you up?” Seokjin works his hips faster, adding just the slightest swirling flare as he fucks into Taehyung’s ass in a way that he knows drives him crazy. “Cum for me, let me see it.”

A mix between a sob and a moan wrenches itself out of Taehyung with the first rope of cum that lances across his skin and the hardened wax still covering his stomach and chest. “Jin!” he cries, his body tensing around Seokjin’s cock in a way that has his own release barreling through him.

“Tae, oh god, fuck!” Seokjin grunts, his body jerking and his knees quivering, barely able to keep him upright. He has barely pulled out of Taehyung before he’s greedily lapping up the mess of cum spread over his skin. Seokjin hums in appreciation until he’s licked up every last drop. “I love the way you taste,” he murmurs, nuzzling and nibbling along Taehyung’s half-hard cock.

“If you keep that up I’m going to get hard again and I’m too tired to fuck you right now,” Taehyung huffs, wrapping a fistful of Seokjin’s hair around his fingers and tugging until he relents and crawls up beside him.

“I’ll give you some time to rest,” Seokjin muses lightly, cuddling up against Taehyung and pulling one of the fleece blankets over them both. “How about we enjoy the fire for a bit, maybe have another cup of eggnog, then I’ll run you a bath using that lavender bubble bath you like so much. After that, once you’re good and relaxed, I’ll beg you to fuck me until the sun peaks over the mountain.”

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[alj4890]

Day 7: Contentment

Choices Red Carpet Diaries Appreciation Week 2022

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries Drabble

Prompt: "Don't be silly. New year, new you." "I don't want a new me. I want the same me and the same you."

A/N: Our last day and I had to end it with my favorite love interest 🥲 Can't believe it is already over. Hope you all have enjoyed this week of RCD. I know we had a lot of fun with it 🥰 This drabble takes place three years after Premiere Date.

Rating: G for nothing but fluff to end this week on.

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Masterlist

It's Unavoidable

Inverness, Scotland...

All was quiet in Lonsdale Castle. The only sounds were of warm, cheery fires crackling in both the sitting room and in the lord and lady of the manor's bedroom to help ward off the chill the castle was known for in the winter. There was also the occasional chuckle and softly spoken conversations of the two who called this place home for parts of the year.

The servants were given the days off from Christmas until well after New Year's. No guests were there to make unnecessary noise or interrupt stolen kisses. No one at all to disturb the couple who wanted nothing more than to be alone with each other.

Thomas had been pleasantly surprised when his wife, Amanda, suggested they spend the holidays shut away in their Highland castle. They usually were surrounded by their friends and loved ones in either their home near Hollywood or at their duchy in Cordonia.

But up here at Lonsdale, as she pointed out, no one would come around and disturb them. The cold, damp trek alone would discourage even the most devoted friend. It was a perfect place to say goodbye to another happy year together and look forward to a new one filled with endless possibilities.

Thomas wasn't about to try and dissuade her out of such a notion. There was nothing more that he loved than a quiet night in with Amanda. Giving him weeks of such was just what he needed before he began to tackle once more the life of a renowned director and newly turned noble of various titles.

After two years of marriage, he thought that they'd successfully found a way to balance all his new responsibilities while allowing him to continue to do what he loved: filmmaking.

Everything so far had been more than he could have possibly imagined. He was content in this life that Amanda helped him create. He couldn't think of anything he wanted or needed that could even add to his happiness.

Especially in this moment with her cuddled within his arms.

A blanket, done in her ancestor's plaid, was draped over them as they paid only half attention to 1941's, Meet John Doe. A tray with various snacks and empty plates from dinner cluttered the coffee table. The only lights to see by were from the black and white film, the Christmas tree lights, and the fire's orange glow.

Thomas glanced down. A soft smile formed at the sight of his wife. The warmth of his body combined with the atmosphere had lulled her into a peaceful sleep.

Plus, the fact he'd made love to her earlier might have something to do with her exhaustion.

He gently brushed her hair off her face then pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She stirred. A yawn slipped from her lips as she stretched.

Amanda blinked up at him.

"I'm sorry." She sat up, rubbing her eyes. "I must have dozed off."

"I don't mind." Thomas tugged her back within his arms.

She chuckled while placing a tender kiss upon his lips.

"You deserve a better date for New Year's, Lord Hunt."

He snorted. "Such a thing doesn't exist."

"You're being awfully romantic towards a woman who couldn't stay awake long enough for a midnight kiss." She teased.

"That's because I know I have plenty of time to collect that kiss." His lips met hers again in a more heated caress. "With interest."

Her laughter brought a smile to his face.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"About eleven thirty."

Amanda pushed herself off of him.

"Where are you off to?"

"To the kitchen." She began to collect some of their empty plates.

Thomas got to his feet to help.

"Don't get up." She waved him back down. "I can take care of this."

He ignored her argument, taking the majority of dishes out of her hands.

"Thomas." Amanda groaned as she followed him down the hall. "I was going to take care of those. I want you to continue to relax and enjoy your evening."

"I've been relaxing since we arrived." He reminded her. "And I enjoy my evenings with you."

"Just the evenings?" She teased once they were in the kitchen.

His lips curved somewhat as he rinsed the dishes.

"I didn't say that."

She shook her head over his words.

"I'll put those in the dishwasher."

Thomas took over the task instead.

Amanda folded her arms. "I think your resolution for the New Year should be to listen to your wife when she is trying to make a night special for you."

He eyed her. "Resolution?" He snorted. "I don't make resolutions."

"You don't?" Amanda's brow furrowed as she thought back to their previous New Year's together. "Oh my goodness, you really don't make them!"

His eyebrow lifted. "Why are you so shocked by that?"

"Because everyone makes them!" She pointed out.

"Clearly not everyone if I do not." He drily remarked.

"But why?" Amanda sat down on a barstool to try and figure this out. "Why don't you? Don't you want to change anything?"

His frown formed. "Is this your roundabout way of saying I need to change something?"

"Of course not! You know I love everything about you." She huffed. "I'm simply curious as to how you came to this decision."

His frown eased upon hearing that.

"I see no reason to go through the silliness of trying to find something to work on if I am completely content."

"Oh." She replied.

"It always struck me as absurd that a person waits until the end of the year to decide to improve something about themselves. Whether it is a change in their personal or in their professional life, why wait to begin making that necessary change? What has the new year coming about have to do with any of it?"

Amanda merely studied him.

Thomas met her stare with a quizzical glance.

"I suppose that makes sense." She grumbled.

He went back to finishing the dishes.

She got to her feet to prepare two glasses of a hot cranberry and orange punch she'd made earlier.

"Shall I chill some champagne for us?" Thomas came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"No, thank you." She kissed his cheek. "I think I'm in the mood to toast the new year with this punch instead of champagne."

He took the tray from her and followed her back into the den.

"Seems a bit out of tradition to toast without champagne."

Amanda shrugged. "I suppose I want it to represent a new tradition." She tugged him back down on the couch with her. "And hopefully reflect on a new me."

"A new you?"

She nodded, settling more comfortably against his side.

"Just because the clock strikes midnight, that doesn't mean you are changed." He told her.

She tilted her head up to study his profile. She could tell by the tense set of his jaw that he was struggling with not becoming irritated with her.

She did have a point she was trying to make. She just wasn't ready to do so yet.

"Don't be silly." She quipped. "New year, new you."

Thomas turned towards her.

"I don't want a new me. I want the same me and the same you."

Her smile over hearing that made his temper begin to cool down.

"You really wouldn't change anything about me?" She asked.

"Not one thing." He bit out.

The irritation in his voice made her all the happier. She knew with how angry he was over the suggestion that she change that he must still truly love everything about her.

She slipped her arms around his waist while placing her head on his shoulder. She let out a soft sigh over how incredibly sweet he could be when grumpy.

"I love you, Thomas."

His arm held her snugly against his side. He lifted his hand to caress her cheek.

His earlier smile returned.

"I love you too."

Amanda glanced at the mantle clock, seeing that it was nearly time to greet the New Year and all the changes that awaited them.

"Thomas?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm afraid I am going to change next year."

"Amanda." He muttered, shaking his head. "I believe I just stated how I don't want that to happen."

"I can't stop it." She eased back some so she could look up at him.

"You most certainly can stop it." He argued. "You--"

"You're going to change too."

His eyes narrowed.

Her tender smile puzzled him.

"You see," she handed him a sonogram, "you and I are going to change into parents, " the clock began to chime the midnight hour, "this summer."

[jazwritesalot]

Take Me Home, Country Roads

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 882 Tags: AU- No Quirks, AU- College/University, Fluff, Country Kirishima, City Boy Bakugou

Link to AO3

Written for PopRocks Holiday Postcard Exchange 2022. Written for my good friend @mrflufflord. Love you, hun <3 (Also written as a prequel for Sweet Apple Pie, a Country KiriBaku Week hosted on Twitter in January)

Summary: City life never really did anything for Kirishima. Sure, he enjoyed the hustle and bustle, and all the food options were nice, but it could get to be a little overwhelming at times. He longed for open skies, dirt roads, and the smell of clean air. 

City life never really did anything for Kirishima. Sure, he enjoyed the hustle and bustle, and all the food options were nice, but it could get to be a little overwhelming at times. He longed for open skies, dirt roads, and the smell of clean air. 

So, when his school’s fall break happened, he made certain to hell his moms that he would be coming home for a visit. He was slightly disheartened to hear that they wouldn’t be home, but they assured him he was more than welcome to come home, and could even bring his boyfriend, if he wanted. That excited him to no end! He’d be able to show Bakugou the house he grew up in! 

Though he was a little nervous—Bakugou was a city boy through and through. What if he didn’t like it? What if he decided he didn’t want to be with a country boy anymore? The thought terrified him, but he pushed past his anxieties and asked Bakugou to accompany him, and of course the other man said yes. Silly Kirishima—see! He had nothing to fear!

The end of the school week came quicker than Kirishima realized, and as he loaded his and Bakugou’s belongings into the bed of his pickup truck, the nerves made a reappearance. This was a big step for them! Bakugou silently reassured him with a hand on his thigh, squeezing lightly. That small gesture was enough to quell Kirishima’s nerves for the long drive ahead of them. 

The radio crackled to life, the song one of Kirishima’s favorites, and he sang along as they drove, one hand on the wheel and the other reaching down to twist fingers with Bakugou. The drive wasn’t anything noteworthy or special, but the time spent with his boyfriend was enough to make it all worth it to him. Kirishima found himself sneaking glances at the other man out of the corner of his eye as the cityscape dwindled and the countryside began. The sun was illuminating his sharp features, casting a soft light on him and making him look very kissable. But now wasn’t the time to think about such things. He had to get them to his family house in one piece. Then, and only then, could he think about ravishing the love of his life. 

Soon enough, they had to stop for gas, the older truck not getting the best of mileage as the newer vehicles. But he would be damned if he gave up on ol’ Riot so easily. Bakugou stood off to the side of the convenience store, a lit cigarette in hand as he shivered from the chill of the day, his coat doing nothing to stop the cold air from seeping in. Kirishima chuckled softly, taking in just how city-like Bakugou looked. It was like he was ripped from one of those fancy fashion magazines and dropped down into the middle of nowhere. It was bizarre, but he loved it. 

“Oi, whatcha laughing at?” Bakugou barked out, walking over to the now full truck. 

“Just how funny it is to see you in the country. I can’t believe you’d come here with me, that's all.” He knew it was better to be honest with Bakugou, even if it meant putting himself out there. 

“Of course I’d come, idiot,” Bakugou scoffed, but there was no heat behind it. “You’ve come to my parents’ house many times. Why you subject yourself to that, I’ll never know. So yeah, I’d like to go to your childhood home for once.” Bakugou’s cheeks were tinted red at this, and it took all of Kirishima’s strength to not tackle him with kisses right then and there. His boyfriend was so cute! 

“I just hope you like it. The country is a lot different than the city, that’s for sure!” Kirishima laughed as they got back into the truck.  

“A change of pace sounds like a good thing. Besides, I’ll have you to keep me entertained if I get bored. Since I’m such a ‘city boy’ as you put it.” 

“Oh believe me, there will be lots to keep you occupied while we’re there. And that’s not including the first day where it will be nothing more than you and me breaking in my childhood bedroom.” The suggestive comment and eyebrow waggle was met with a hard smack to the shoulder, which only made Kirishima laugh more. 

As they drove away from the gas station and toward Kirishima’s family house, he couldn’t help but feel at peace. He was in a happy relationship finally, he was taking his boyfriend home for the first time, and he found someone that accepted him for who he was—country roots and all. He had tons planned for them this week; things that would give Bakugou a taste of what it would be like to grow up how he did. But as they rode along, both singing off-key to the crackly radio, all of those things could wait. He wished he could capture this moment on film, watching Bakugou sing along to his favorite country song, but since he couldn’t he was going to commit it to memory. For once in his life, Kirishima was happy. And he had a certain city boy to thank for that. 

[redxcrackle]

Future

RedCrackle week 2022

They live a domestic life with their 4 year old daughter, Sydney(or whatever you prefer). They took a trip to the beach to enjoy the sound of the waves.

[rys-redcrackle]

"but you're here, and I'm here, and right now, to me, that's all that matters."

Red Crackle Week - Day 1: Forgiveness

I feel like they need to talk it out...................................... AUGH THEY HAVE MY HEART

anyway i had a whole fic to go with this but guess what. it got deleted so have this very out of context scene!

[grahamcarmen]

RedCrackle week: Day 3: Future

1100- ish words on a quiet little moment in the RED building

“And here I thought we’d both been the only ones in our graduating class to avoid the animal nicknames,” Carmen laughed at Gray, sitting on the couch in what seemed to be a new panda hoodie. At least that’s what it must have been; black sleeves, white torso, and what looked like 2 little black ears on the hood that didn’t quite make it onto his head, which was resting on the back of the sofa.

Gray looked away from the ceiling to give her a wary look. “Ha ha. ‘Rora chose this for me. Wanted to match and-”

“You couldn’t say no.”Carmen sat down, leaning back into the open shoulder of his arm stretched out on the sofa, letting a small grocery bag slide to the floor. “and now?”

“Somewhere in this house are two little red pandas hiding with the rest of team red.”

“You’re definitely not a RED panda.” She gave the ears on the hood a little flick with her fingers.

“Well she changed her mind about matching, wanted something red,” his lips almost twitched into a smile before he grimaced instead. “So she suggested I be a koala.”

“What? Why?” Carmen said in a half baffled breath.

Gray gave her a flat look. Ah.

“She thought I should live up to my nickname in some way. She got so excited about it. Barely convinced her I was fine with the original plan even if she was a red panda instead.” He raised a brow at her. Carmen had never been able to shake the nickname she gave him. It suited him too well and after everything she’d taken each and every opportunity to say it, safe in the knowledge he thought so too now.

Even in the good-natured tiredness that he’d almost been made a different type of mascot for Aurora.

“Don’t think you’ve escaped either, they made sure to get you one too.” Carmen chuckled.

“So, you mentioned them being with the rest of team red?” 

Gray gestured to an open box next to the couch, propped up with a makeshift slingshot. A plate of rice krispies with sprinkles in the center of the trap. 

“Zack set that up when I told him I was actually having trouble finding those little ankle biters. However, he and Ivy have seemingly been recruited.”

"What makes you think that."

"Zack screaming 'sorry Gray we've been recruited' with one of the treats in his mouth before running off might be the reason." He sighed.

Carmen clicked her tongue “After making those rice krispies with you too?” She jabbed a thumb in the direction of the messy kitchen.

Gray preferred eating out or convenient foods. However, meeting with Antonio more often however had opened him up to a couple recipes as long as they were quick and straightforward.

“Mole promised me it was only like 3 or 4 ingredients, kiddos said they wanted to MAKE rice krispies for some reason and the redheads promised to help as long as we got other snacks.”

Gray looked at the box trap resentfully. "So yeah. Still knowing those two that still might work. Maybe."

Carmen nodded at the mountains of bags surrounding, in front of, and on the counters. “But what do you need pie crusts for?”

“I don’t know, I think Ivy said she was gonna help them make a pie.”

“And the water balloons?” she said with a sneaking suspicion already forming in her mind.

“It's summer.” Gray shrugged.

“It's winter.”

“I don’t think that makes a difference here.” He said matter of factly and rightly so, the weather here was always warm. Still...

Carmen glanced at the bag of pop-its fireworks she’d left on the floor after having been sent an emergency text asking for some by Ladrien. She thought she was starting to get the picture.

“And you’re making yourself comfortable here because?” She pushed the bag under the couch with her foot before propping herself up on Gray's arm.

“They said I could wait for backup.” He turned his head towards her and gave her a lazy soft grin. “As long as I gave you this.”

He handed her a small vanilla colored business card. The kids had insisted on getting professional looking stationary on which to write schemes and “calling cards” like any self-respecting thieves they’ve seen on their cartoons. They’d hastily assured her that they were talking about good thieves like her.

[Hey Carm, Ivy and I are hiding too :D You should find us fast kids are getting restless and this’ll probably turn into prank war 2.0 and we really should get started on our marathon soon. It's like 8 movies. Good luck!]

Carmen narrowed at the slight warning in the middle of the happy sentences. “Gray did you…read this by any chance.”

“Told me I couldn’t if I wanted backup.” He hated to be left in the dark but the extra help, her presence, had been more important. “And I thought as long as I knew what OUR plan was going to be…”

“Well, you’re really gonna need it so…”Carmen rested her forehead on his temple. “I guess I could help you out.”

“You guess?” He turned his head to look at her with joking irritation.

Carmen leaned in and kissed him softly, grinning when she felt him smiling into the kiss. She could forgive his current incurious mood when she knew he actually had them working together in mind.

“Guess I made the right choice then.”

She nodded to the red hat bobbing gingerly behind the couch. “Look I even found our first team red member,” She said, lifting the hat to reveal a sheepish Ivy in what seemed to be a green- blue t-rex onesie complete with a tail.

“Ivy.” Gray said flatly, craning his neck to the side to meet her eyes.

“Graham Cracker.” Ivy said, still crouching.

“Ivy, we were just about to go find you guys.”

“Yeah well ‘rora insisted on sending a messenger. They wanted to make sure to give you fair warning, so they asked me to deliver this.”

Carmen eyed the hat in her hands and then the onesie.

“Ladrien insisted. He’s got good taste huh.” Ivy said with a broad smile, handing over another professional vanilla colored business card with red chicken scratches on it.

Carmen squinted at it and read aloud.

[Dearest adults! SHADOWSAN HAS JOINED OUR TEAM AND YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES BEFORE THE FIRST-]

smack

Carmen’s eyes widened, feeling some drops of water hit the side of her face.She turned to see Gray and Ivy, stunned and soaked, bits of balloons clinging to their hair.

Both of their stunned looks quickly shifted into determined frowns.

“Prank happens?” Carmen offered the next words on the card awkwardly.

“You little anklebiters!” They said in unison as they darted after the peals of laughter from the hall.

Carmen took her commlink from her pocket.

“Player, hope you’re not busy. Gonna need some help evening some odds. Seems some members of team red have declared war.”

“Prank war 2.0?”

Carmen grinned, secured the red hat still in her hand onto her head and followed.