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Baby, It's Cold Outside

So basically this was meant to be a shorty, but it turned into almost 9k of cuteness and smut. So happy holidays, my loves! Here is some friends to lovers cuteness and filth <3

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Warnings: Smut

WC- around 9k

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Y/N hadn’t meant to fall asleep on Harry’s couch. Honest.

But anyone who had the pleasure of sitting on the cloud like crimson couch could tell you, it was hard to get out of it once you were in. Harry had to answer some business emails, of course, because as much as she liked her friend, she was well aware he was a workaholic. Lawyer by day, and by night. He had invited a few people over for a movie night but Y/N was the only one who was free- but it was fine. It meant more popcorn and pizza for them anyways- and he had been a doll and ordered her the BBQ Chicken pizza on a flat crust. She got it all to herself as they watched the original claymation of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, which was a classic if you asked her. Her stomach full, she still picked at some of the M&M’s and tried to ignore the little jump her heart gave when their hands brushed. Their thighs had already been knocking together and Y/N had been trying to talk some sense into herself considering she knew there was no meaning to it. He sat close to her so they could both reach the popcorn and share the candies! He kept the bowl balanced on his thigh so she could reach over and get it. Duh. 

But after their second movie, Elf, his phone began to ping. Why, Y/N didn’t know. It was literally 9 in the evening, there was no reason to do so, but when Harry asked if she was okay with him stepping away for a few moments to answer some things in his office, she didn’t make a fuss. No, she continued watching albeit with a slightly heavier heart when 30 minutes had passed and he hadn’t reappeared- but that was neither here nor there. 

She can’t remember doing it, burying her face in the pillow that he had been using and curling up into a little ball on his couch, snoozing away. The warmth of his home was welcoming, and she was vaguely aware that the wind had picked up outside- but she fell asleep shortly after. Firmly planted in dreamland where she was picking blueberries for a pie in the summer. Why that exact dream, she wasn’t sure. What she did know is that she stirred to the feeling of a warm hand stroking her head, soft whispers of her name coaxing her from the impromptu nap. 

“Y/N?” He murmured, sitting next to her with a furrowed brow. Her eyes peeled open and blinked sleepily at him, confusion written in them as she looked over his face and the fact that the TV had the ‘are you still watching?’ notification on the screen. “Hey, sleepy girl.” He smiled slightly before it dropped. Her heart fluttered in her chest from the close proximity and fondness in his tone. “M’so fucking sorry. Time got away from me and before I knew it I was up there for an hour and a half- and m’a shit friend.” He frowned, unaware of the tantrum Y/N’s stomach was throwing from his hand resting on the side of her head. His thumb was brushing right before her ear, the slight sound tickling a part of her brain she hadn’t even known existed. He made her so nervous. 

“Oh.” She said quietly, unsure how to reply. It kind of sucked that he had spent their movie night tucked in his office. Y/N didn’t get to spend a lot of time with Harry lately, his workload picking up, and she had been going on about how good it was to see him for once. The lighthearted teasing held a semblance of truth and Harry could tell, which made him feel pretty shit right now when he saw the slight dejection on his face. If only she knew.  

“I know. M’sorry.” He whispered. “But uh….” his eyes strayed to the window. “We’ve got a bigger problem now.”

This had Y/N sitting up, silently mourning the loss of his hand that had flexed slightly as it fell back to the couch. “What do you mean?” Her nerves shot up, turning to look at the window as well. It was significantly cooler in the house now, her arms erupting in chills as her blanket fell from her shoulders as she got up to look. She’d seen a peek of white, but she hadn’t been prepared to see the truth outside. The blur of snow, piling up high and showing no sign of stopping. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, cursing under her breath. She’d gotten an uber here, but there was no way in hell any would be out right now. “Fuck.” Her tone was a soft groan, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes. “There’s no way I can get a ride home now.”

“I know.” Harry said back. “But it’s a good thing I’ve got lots of blankets, yeah?” He didn’t want to admit to her that there was something in him that was almost excited that she would be trapped here with him. That the reason everyone else had canceled was the weather, apparently, that neither of them looked into until Harry had checked his phone just moments before waking her up. It was going to snow all night, and all day. Y/N was stuck here, and he didn’t know for how long. 

“Are you sure?” Nibbling her bottom lip, Y/N worried. She didn’t want to be a pain but there was no way she was walking home in this. No way Harry would ever let her either- and it wasn’t like she could ask him to drive her, it wouldn’t be safe. There was no other option other than staying. 

“Course I am. Are you kidding?” He scoffed. “We can just continue watching. I really am sorry- we’ve got this case, the wife is trying to take half the assets.” He moved towards the couch and began to move things back to neaten it up. “We were trying to negotiate but then the PI that the husband hired found the proof of her infidelity, so it changed the case structure completely. I got in my own head, and I apologize.” It was obvious he actually felt really bad about it. Harry was passionate about his job, working with personal injury, divorce, and estate law. It made sense to her considering he was a busybody, and apparently could argue with anyone about anything- she’d seen it first hand with a tipsy Harry and Niall at karaoke night, arguing over the perfect color for those little drink umbrellas. 

“It’s okay, Harry.” She smiled softly. “I wish I could find something to be as passionate about and make my job. M’just stuck at the cafe for now.” She joked. The cafe was fine, she liked her coworkers, but there was no passion there. She did her job, collected her money and went home. 

“You will, love. It’s never too late.” He was always encouraging of her going after her dreams, especially over one drunken conversation about wishing she could do art full time- but Y/N was a realistic person and she had real rent to pay. Being a no-one in the art field would lead to ‘exposure’ work and exposure didn’t pay the bills. She needed to work on it but she was always so tired after work- eventually she would get there, but it was nice to know that someone believed in her. One of her paintings hung over his fireplace, actually, making her smile every time she came over. She painted his cat for his birthday, which had actually made him tear up. That had gotten her a very long hug and a solid appreciation for how muscular he was. 

Y/N decided to help him out, readjusting the blankets and pillows as he brought the now cold pizza and treats into the kitchen. It was then that it hit her- she was going to spend the night at his house, and possibly the whole day tomorrow. Snowed in at Harry’s House. He was pretty choosy about the people that came over, citing that ‘his home is his sanctuary and he needs to protect it’, which she sort of liked. When she was in college, she had opened her home up for a bit for the parties and decided that she wasn’t a fan of a lot of people in her space either, so knowing he felt similar made her feel special. 

“Okay.” He brought out the hard cider. “I’ve got the holiday version and the regular. Both are good, the holiday version is a bit more cinnamon-y.” He held up the bottles, teetering them in his hands. “Which would you like?” 

“I’ll go with regular, please. Too much cinnamon makes me sneeze.” She admitted. “Weird, but even when I get it on my coffee I get a bit sniffly.” It was weird, considering it wasn’t exactly an allergy- but maybe a sensitivity. 

“Oh, shit.” He raised his brows. “Okay, We’ll do regular then.” He handed it over to her after snapping the cap off with his bottle opener. “Don’t need a sneeze storm along with the snow storm.” The poor attempt of a joke made her snort, shaking her head. Harry’s jokes were infamously horrible, genuinely cringe worthy, but he had to have some sort of flaw. No one was that good looking and went away without something. Taking the frosty glass bottle in hand, she blamed it for the shivers- and not the fact his fingers brushed her own. 

“Let’s get started again, yeah? Let me turn my phone off for real this time.”

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The movie watching had turned to more of a movie and chat. Harry sat closer to her than before, claiming it was ‘cold as fuck’ before starting a fire. The room was dim except for the flat screen mounted above said fireplace, his twinkling christmas tree and the comforting warm glow of the flames crackling

“I really am sorry, you know.” He murmured, breaking her out of thought as he let his fingers play with the ends of her hair. Harry had been a bit more touchy tonight, she noticed. She was trying not to let it be known how much it actually affected her. She’d managed to keep her little crush under wraps for months now, and she didn’t want to slip up. It was hard not to, especially after they’d kissed on halloween. It was a dare, of course, everyone tipsy as shit, but it had done something to her. Their costumes accidentally ended up matching, so it was pushed and she didn’t mind. The girl had been so sure she was immune to Harry’s hypnotic charm, but the kiss had been… really fucking good. It wasn’t something that was rated R, but she got a bit of tongue from him, his hand cupping his jaw carefully enough to not mess up her makeup, and the length… If she had been a bit more drunk, she would have pulled him back for more. Since then she’d been a bit fucked. It was both fortunate and not so that Harry got a lot busier at work after that. 

“What for?” She asked, giving him a questioning look. Harry had already apologized for taking so long and it wasn’t something she was still upset about. Not with her body buzzing and heating up with him so close to her. 

“I’ve been kinda selfish. Forgot to ask more about you.” He frowned. “We’ve been a gossipy bunch tonight but.. You’ve been holding out a bit.” He teasingly tugged her hair. It was hard to keep her shiver from that hidden, as she really liked the feeling. “Remember you told us you’d been seeing someone. How’s that going?”

Y/N was confused for a moment. What was he talking about? Y/N hadn’t gone on a date in months. She wracked her brain, trying to place what he was talking about- when it hit her. Not too long after they’d kissed, Bradley had opened his mouth and asked Y/N about the date she had been on with his friend. Someone she had been set up with, and definitely didn’t like. Her nose crinkled as she shook her head. 

“God, you remember that? It was awful.” She said in distaste. “We went to like.. Two dates. The first one and then the second one only happened because Brad kind of pressured me into it.” Her eyes rolled, still annoyed at her lack of a backbone when it came to hurting people’s feelings. She’d been really trying to work on that. The whole putting yourself on the line just to ensure other people are happy and god forbid you hurt someone’s feelings thing.

“Pressured you?” Harry’s fingers paused in her hair. “How do you mean?” She could see it in his face, his irritation rising. One of the things she liked the most about Harry was how respectful he was towards women. It was a hard thing for some men to conceptualize, apparently, but Harry naturally knew how to be a decent human being. It said more about other men than him. 

“Well.. After halloween I told Brad I wasn’t feeling it with his friend when he asked me how it went, but he told me how much his friend liked me and I shouldn’t give up on it so quickly. Give him another shot. And then I was a stupid baby and decided to put the random man’s feelings above my own, and it was a second sucky date. I mean, there wasn’t anything inherently wrong with the guy. I was just bored. He just wasn’t my person, y’know? I felt bad wasting his time and giving false hope.” Her lips twisted in a grimace. It wasn’t a thing she was proud of. “But yeah, I know you’ve been busy lately. Though I would have thought Brad would have told you when you guys worked out? You two love to gossip like old hens.” She knew they met up every week.

“Yeah. I would have thought so too.” He said, something underlying in his tone that she didn’t quite get. “He uh.. He told me that you guys still saw each other occasionally, though?” He looked thoroughly confused which in turn, made her even more so.

“I mean, yeah. Kind of? He comes into the cafe and we’re friendly enough. I ended up telling him after the second date that I wasn’t seeing it go anywhere but I’d like to be friends. I’d say we’re more acquaintances than anything else, but he’s got a girl he’s seeing. I served them the other day.” Y/N wasn’t sure why Harry looked upset, almost annoyed at the information, but she was going to find out. “I’m sorry, are you okay? You just look annoyed, is all.” She tried her best to be soft about it, but she had no idea why on earth he would be annoyed about what she just said.

“No- no, s’nothing you did.” He assured her, rubbing over her back once he realized she was taking his expressions personally. “It’s just- he kept saying you guys hit it off and made it seem like… like you were taken by him. I dunno why he’d do that when…” He paused, shaking his head. It confused her even more, unsure as to why Brad would do that either. What did he have to gain by lying- or stretching the truth?

“When, what?” She asked. What would be in it for him?

“I don’t want t’make it weird, but he knew I was plannin’ on asking you out after Halloween but… he told me you and his friend had hit it off.” He stiffened slightly. “I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable, it’s water under the bridge, but I’m just a little upset that he lied.” 

Y/N’s stomach dropped. 

“He did what?” 

“Yeah, I’m not sure… what the motive for that was.” He scratched the base of his neck uncomfortably. It was obvious he hadn’t necessarily wanted to divulge that information to her but she was really fucking glad he did. 

She was also angry. Brad knew damn well Y/N and his friend didn’t hit it off and he had told him, albeit politely, straight to his face. It pissed her off immensely if he was being honest. It only made her hypothesis more glaringly correct the more she thought about it, but it wasn’t her place to tell Harry that Brad most definitely had a nasty, big crush on him as well. It was hard not to have one on him, having fallen victim to the Styles Charm herself. 

“I don’t either but… No. M’single. I have been for months.” She admitted, not sure if the feeling in her stomach was caused by the alcohol, the anticipation, or the revelation. “I would have said yes, by the way. If you’d asked.” Finding the nerve to meet his eye, she was taken aback at the pure green mixed with a splash of oceanic blue. She’d been up close before but this felt other worldly. Knowing that he was planning on asking her out in any capacity had the feeling in her stomach intensify, looking into eyes that were so pretty it shouldn’t be allowed. 

“Yeah?” He asked quietly, the air stilling slightly in the room. He was looking back just as intensely, just as intently, making her body react in ways she hadn't felt in a long time. Giddy, like a kid on christmas from the revelation. “Well… I feel a little silly now. Should have just asked you myself. But… he said you were happy and I didn’t want to intrude on that but it was hard t’be around and not want to tell you so, I kinda buried myself in work for a bit. I didn’t want to be a miserable bastard, like some child who had his toy taken away, but I felt sad that I’d missed my chance.” 

The frown on his face made Y/N want to coo. He was so, so sweet. This man. He was incredible, wasn’t he? So human, but honest. Admitting his honest feelings to her despite them being potentially embarrassing. Y/N took a bit of his confidence in tow as she replied to his words, still anxious but knowing that if he could, so could she. 

“I missed you. Was sad you stopped coming around.” She rested her hand on his shoulder. There was a new energy, a static between them that she could feel on her fingertips. “It wasn’t silly, though. Your feelings are valid. I understand. I’d probably be a bit hurt if I had a great kiss with someone and then found out they were supposedly seeing someone else not long after. It’s an icky feeling.” Y/N truly couldn’t blame him. She could blame Brad, though. She would. 

“Yeah, but I should have… I dunno. Something felt off, I should have trusted my gut as you like to say.” He teased lightly, moving his hand up to the side of her neck. “But… ‘great kiss’, huh?” His raspberry lips, still wet from his sip of beer, turned up in a smirk. “You thought so? How great was it, really?” 

Y/N could feel herself flush. God, she had been speaking truth so it hadn’t crossed her mind on how she worded it but somehow, she wasn’t regretting it. If anything, she felt a bit of relief, though his teasing made her flustered. “Stop.” She pushed his shoulder. “I was just- I was just saying.” She grumbled, eyes falling from his back to his curled mouth. She remembered just how good it felt against her own, how his hand had tightened on the back of her costume and urged her closer while the other had delicately held her jaw. A gentle, commanding presence. A will she was willing to bend to. 

“Oh, don’t look away, sweetness. M’just teasing.” He cooed, lifting his knuckle to bump her chin back up. “Look cute when you’re embarrassed though. It’s sweet.” His confidence seemed to rise again at her words, which relieved her slightly. At least one of them was feeling it. “For the record- it was a really, really great kiss. S’part of why I wanted to ask you out, hm? Wanted more of that. You’re such a sweet little thing. Always so kind to everyone, maybe a little shy but… s’cute.” Laying on the praise was making her feel like she was boiling, a shy mewl leaving her mouth as she went to divert her eyes again but was interrupted by his hand. 

“No more of that. Let me see your pretty eyes when m’talking to you.” It was like he had shifted, making her eyes widen. Her body wanted to respond, blinking rapidly before nodding at him slowly. “Good. Can’t believe there was so much wasted time. M’gonna have words with Brad later, but I don’t think we should wait much more. Do you?” his thumb brushed her bottom lip, making her thighs want to squeeze together. This was a side of him she had only seen the tiniest blip of when they kissed, but god, did she like it. Her body hanging on to his words. 

“N-No.” She tripped over the word. “How d’you mean?” The tone was breathless, still in awe of how the situation had shifted. How his hand held the back of her neck and his hand kept her chin up so he could see her eyes. They hooded slightly, tummy twisting in anticipation. He was close, much closer than she had originally thought, and holding her face in a similar fashion to their first kiss. 

“Shouldn’t wait to do what we both obviously want. I’d like t’take you out when we’re able to get out of the house, but we were held back because of some lies… and I had a lot planned for us all from that one little, really good kiss.” He murmured. The side of his face was illuminated by the roaring fire, the movie fading into the back of her mind as her eyes searched his face. “It’s been hard to be around you knowing what this mouth tastes like and knowing the pretty little noise you let out when I went t’pull away. Didn’t even want to but you seem to forget to breathe when you’re being kissed, silly girl.” He chuckled under his breath. 

“Only with you.” She whispered. It hadn’t been something she meant to say out loud but seeing his smile was worth it- even a tiny bit of a blush if she was seeing correctly. He was stealing a bit of her brain power, she thinks, but at this point she didn’t mind. Harry could take over and she would happily follow. 

“Yeah? With me?” He taunted, leaning closer and feeling his nose brush hers. It was cooler than his own, the fire only now starting to heat the room up- but he wanted to keep her warm in another way. At her nod, he let out a sigh. “So can I kiss you again? It’s all I can think about, y’know. When you’re around. Been dying to kiss you and even more. Such a sweet thing, y’are. So good to me. Make me laugh, make me smile. Was gutted when I thought you were with someone else. I’ll tell you a secret.” his thumb brushed her chin again, close enough that his breath could be felt against her lips. “It drove me mad, thinking about you with some other bloke. Someone who I know can’t make you feel half as good as I can. Can’t treat you like the perfect thing you are. Proper princess, aren’t you?” 

Y/N was hanging on to his words, nodding along. She always wanted that, wanted to be treated like she was a diamond. To be delicately handled when need be, spoiled with affection. Harry had that quality to him, a man who could take care of business but also come home and dote. At least it seemed that way. She had to imagine him after work, suit jacket strown against the side of the couch and his tie undone, glass of bourbon in his hand. Imagine climbing in his lap and pressing kisses to his face and watching the tension in his body melt away. Let him take out his frustrations on her body instead of letting it fester on his own. 

“I can be.” She replied, leaning into him. “I’d like it, a lot.” It felt hard to come up with the right words to express how she felt, how much she genuinely felt the urge to just jump on him- but he beat her to it.

Buttoning their lips together, he scooted closer to her and held her jaw tenderly. Touching her in a way reminiscent of the way he had before, she was stiff for a mere moment before melting into his touch. He was warm, much more so than her, and the blanket that had been thrown over his lap shifted so he could get closer to her. Y/N followed suit, lifting her hand to his chest, palm down on the heated shirt. His heart could be felt thumping away underneath her grasp, cluing her into the fact he was just as worked about about it as she was. 

When he pulled back for a second she let out another whine, though the air felt good in her lungs. It was hard to breathe when he was kissing her, not wanting to waste a single second of the experience. Her brain was a loop of his name, not thinking about the oxygen she needed. Now she was needy, knowing that her feelings were returned in a way. She whined again as he halted her from going in again. “Breathe, sweetness. I’ll keep kissing you, but you’ve got t’remember to breathe for me.” His voice was hypnotic and he had all the control. Y/N willingly let it go. She wanted to give it to him. 

“Sorry.” She peeped. “It’s hard.. Hard to think.” There was nothing but honesty in her tone, making him want to coo. Y/N was so precious, it hurt. Harry loved that he had this effect on her. The girl was putty in his hands, marshmallow fluff seeping between his fingertips. He hadn’t gotten to see this side of her before and he loved it. Being a man who was in charge most of the time and thoroughly enjoyed it, he loved that she put her trust in him and made herself malleable. 

“Mm? S’hard to think when I’m kissing this pretty mouth?” He smiled, “Good. You don’t have to think. I’ll take care of you, sweet thing.” He brushed hair off her face before sitting back on the couch. “Come sit on my lap, darling. Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He was taking the reins now, and Y/N eagerly followed. Clambering onto his thighs, he had shucked the blanket to the floor and let her warming body settle on top of his. Her body melting into his lap, she clutched his tee shirt before surging back in and connecting their mouths back together.

Y/N was needy in a way she hadn’t experienced before. One of her hands slipped into his hair as he returned the kiss with matching fervor, sliding his hand down her waist and pulling her in so she was pressed against him. Breasts against his chest, the plushness of her body making his fingers dig a bit deeper as he licked into her mouth. She was his willing accomplice, his sweet escape as she mewled softly against his tongue. This was even better than their first kiss, in the privacy of Harry’s home where she could let herself go fuzzy. She’d known him long enough, trusted him, pined after him- Y/N was ready and willing for him. Spreading her thighs over his lap further and making sure they were touching in every single way possible. 

A noise she wasn’t familiar with left her throat, a little grumbly moan as he sucked on her tongue and pulled off before taking more. She hadn’t been kissed like this before, her body burning as it got heated rather quickly.The revelation of returned feelings, the pining they’d silently been doing, the kiss they’d shared that haunted them, the desperation to make up for lost time- it all was a perfect concoction to the perfect storm. Hand sliding over one another, revving up the neediness as she slowly began to shift in his lap. Rolling her hips. A dangerous but necessary move. 

“Careful, Darling.” The warning was mumbled against her mouth. “M’burning for you. Keep rubbing yourself against me like a little kitten and m’gonna take care of it.” All of the pent up neediness was showing itself, rearing its head and spilling over onto the carpet. Y/N would be embarrassed if she wasn’t so into him, and if he didn’t help guide her hips on him. She wanted to be his, wanted to know what he sounded like. She was in awe of how good it felt to just rub up against him. The large hand cuffed around her waist while their spit slicked lips hungrily kissed one another. Harry was unraveling her and he barely had to try. Pathetic, maybe, but he had a strong effect. 

She continued the movement, even going as far to rub a bit harder before she was physically stopped, his hand gripping her chin and tugging her away. It was disorienting, making her whine in sadness, but she looked at him with a bleary gaze ad his thumb wiped at some of the wetness smeared under her mouth. “Need you to tell me how far t’go.” Harry wanted to be sure he wasn’t crossing any boundaries. He needed to. With any of his partners he established those, but Y/N especially. He would weep if he misunderstood and make her uncomfortable. “C’mon, pretty girl. I know you’re a bit out of it, but let me know what you want.” He could feel her squirm on his lap, but a simple raise of an eyebrow made her freeze. 

“Anything.” She whispered. “Anything, please. Just want…” She swallowed, trying to say it properly. “Just want to make you feel good. Want you to want me. S’cold, I need you to keep me warm.” Her tone was a little pathetic, but Harry seemed to enjoy it. Relish in it, actually, with how much she was desperate for it. 

“Oh, sweet baby. Want you regardless of what this body offers me… But if you want me to do anything I want, you won’t mind me slipping these off?” He plucked at the waistband of her fuzzy pajama pants. Light blue with little penguins and snowflakes. “And this?” Her white cropped tank top. Her cardigan was hung over the back of the couch, and he had access to the bare skin of the sliver of her stomach. “Yeah?” He replied to her head bobbing in agreement. “I can see my pretty girl and keep her warm?” 

“Mhm.” She agreed. “Take it off. Want it off.” Her hands tugged at his shirt, making it lift up slightly. It was well known he was covered in tattoos but she wanted it up close and personal. She wanted bare skin against her own, wanted to bite on the curve of his neck and see what sounds he would make. 

“Okay, needy thing.” He laughed through his nose, tugging his shirt over his head to expose himself. Swallows at the collar bones, a dusting of chest hair, the butterfly on his stomach. His arms showing off more ink, his muscles- god, he was good. So fucking hot that Y/N felt herself ruining her panties even further. How was it possible for a man to work her up just from a little kissing and grinding, merely looking at his shirtless form in the way it had for her? “How’s it, hm?” 

“So pretty.” Her voice mumbled, running her hands hesitantly down his chest. Brushing his nipples slightly, making him groan before they reached his butterfly tattoo. “You’re so pretty, H.” It made the man’s ego raise up, not really being called pretty all that often. Sexy, handsome, sure. But pretty was a newer one.

“You’re prettier.” He kissed her jaw, tangling his digits in the hem of her top. What he hadn’t expected was for her bare breasts to be exposed as he lifted it up. The top had a built in bra, leaving little to the imagination to begin with but… god, he was in heaven. Dipping his head down, he kissed the top of her chest before making his way down with sticky kisses. “God, fuck me. You’re fucking gorgeous.” He hissed, palming one of her tits. “Been trying to hard to keep my eyes away from these but, but I keep droolin’ over them. Imagined them covered in my cum, did y’know that?” He worked over the curve of the exposed one whilst squeezing the other. Enjoying the feel of her in his palms. “That’s the only way they could look prettier. Covered in me.” His tongue found her nipple, making her squeak. 

Y/N let out a squeak, moving a hand to his hair as he worshiped her chest. Licking, kissing, sucking, even biting down softly on her nipple before switching sides, letting his thumb brush over her now wet and slightly swollen nipple. Her cunt wept, her clit throbbing as her breathing got heavier and she tried to withhold her noises. She was making some, sure, but it was embarrassing how much wanted to pour from her lips. 

“Don’t hold back from me.” He pinched her nipple harder than before, making her squeal. “Said I wanted to hear those noises, didn’t I? Be good for me.” The slight scolding only made her hotter. Something about the tone, something about Harry having complete and utter control over her body in this way had her panting. 

“Sorry, m’sorry.” She simpered, spreading her legs further on his lap. Her hot cunt needed some relief, desperately. Her clit rubbing against him and the fabric of her now useless panties had her mewling, his mouth sucking harder on her nipple, hungry for it. “It feels so good, I can’t think.” Her words came out almost as a cry. She was obsessed with this feeling, albeit a tad overwhelming. 

Pulling away fro her nipple with a soft pop, Harry licked over his shiny lips before cooing at her. “Who said you need to think, baby?” He stroked her hair, tangling his fingers in it and firmly tugging her head where he wanted it. “My silly girl. Just let me do the thinking. All you’ve got to do is focus on warming my cock so I can keep you nice n’warm too, yeah? Let me take over a little bit.” His tone was intoxicating, the cadence of his speech placing her under a spell. She wanted this, she wanted him to do this for them. “Good. S’time for these to come off. Want to take a peek at that pussy.” He playfully smacked her ass, motioning for her to stand on her shaky legs and let him tug her leggings down. 

“What have you done, sweetness?” He crooned, looking at her panties. “Messy little thing, you’ve soaked right through them.” Nimble fingers rubbed over the gusset of her panties, the warm, wet fabric doing nothing to hide her cunt. The soft pink had gone transparent and sticky, making his cock jerk in his sweats. God, she was exquisite. A complete angel. How had he managed to keep his hands off of her? “Love that you got this sticky for me, baby. Y’like me that much?” 

It was almost humiliating, the burn in her cheeks making her hot but… she liked it. She liked how he was talking to her, sweet but a tiny hint of condescending to it. It wasn’t something she knew she liked until this moment- perhaps it was something she just liked with Harry. But she shivered at the feeling of his warm fingers finding her pearled clit under the fabric, rubbing lightly over it. “I do.” She whispered. “Like you a l-lot.” Her words stuttered when he pressed his thumb over her, wiggling it back and forth. It was slightly humiliating, standing in just her wrecked panties in front of the man, but the shame licked into flames of arousal as he pulled her in and peppered kisses to her stomach. Soft, sensual ones that left a print of his saliva there before he pulled back to tug the silly waste of fabric down her legs. They were tossed to the side, Harry switching positions to have her sit on the couch. 

“Good. Like you too, sweet girl. Felt so guilty, cumming all over my fist while imagining you. That perfect mouth and these pretty thighs…” He hissed, running his hands over them as he got on his knees in front of her. “But part of me didn’t care. Thought I was fantasizing about someone else’s woman, but it was you. So I did it anyway.” His lips found her sensitive inner thighs, kissing tenderly as he spread her open. “It’s a shame we wasted so much time, but m’not wasting another second. 

He didn’t. A gasp tore from her mouth as he licked up her slit, tasting the sweetness he had been deprived of. Something started to unfurl inside of him, settling further as he hooked his hands under her knees and urged them to stay spread as his arms moved to their place. His fands looped around, placing one hand on the mound above her cunt, eyes peering up at her as he took his time. Languid, long licks as he cleaned her up. She had made a mess of herself, and he was taking care of it. Of course he was. He had wanted to do this for months, now. Spreading her open and tasting her right from the source. 

It was like he fed off of her sounds. The tiny bucks of her hips that he quickly eased by holding her down slightly, only making her more wet. He was taking mental note of the things that she liked, and being controlled was one of them. He’d never have guessed, but he was having a beautiful time figuring it all out. His cock was throbbing, in need of relief, but he ignored it in favor of her pleasure. Pulling up momentarily, he kept their eyes locked as he let a line of split dribble from his lips to her cunt, stringing over it before he lowered his angled hand and gave her clit a few taps. 

“Fuck.” Y/N whimpered. “You’re too good at this. Gonna make me cum.” She was a mess, but Harry wasn’t going to give her that. Not yet, anyways. 

“No, sweetness. You’re going to cum around my cock. M’just getting you warmed up.. Although you didn’t seem to need it.” He slipped his finger inside of her after releasing a thigh to rest it on his shoulder. “Nice and wet for me already. I’m just being selfish. Wanted to taste you for ages.” His crush had been there for longer, he supposed. It had grown slowly over time, blossoming into what it was now. 

He was torturing her, she was sure of it. His finger, thicker than her own, curling slightly as his mouth attached to her clit, suckling on the swollen bud. How could she hold back from orgasm when it felt this good? She was getting closer and closer with each pull into his mouth, the wet, sounds of sucking filling the air and her hands clenching around his hair, pulling him further into her cunt. His nose brushed up against her and little she could do but take it, he continued on it, working her until her thighs began to shake and the pleasure began to boil in her tummy, almost- until he stopped. Cooing at her as she began to whine, squirming in his hold and almost tearing up at her orgasm that she had been robbed of until he rose up and shut her up with a kiss. 

“Told you what I wanted. Don’t pout, as pretty as it is. I’m gonna make you cum, baby.” He brushed their noses together before he walked over to his side table and opened the drawer. One day later she’d ask him about why he had a stash of condoms in there, but for now her eyes were far too focused on the obvious outline of his prick through the sweatpants. Nearly gagging for it, she felt, she peeped up at him as he stood back in front of her. “Normally I’d ask how you’d want it, but since you’re a bit thoughtless today, m’gonna choose. Lay back.” He pointed her in the direction of where he wanted her to lay. 

“Don’t- don’t you want me to suck you?” Her voice sounded much needier than she had wanted, but he was endeared. His sweetness was obviously wanting to, looking at him as he palmed over himself and shook his head. 

“Not today. I’ll bust right inside that mouth. As much as I want to, and I will have it later… Not now. Want to feel you wrapped around me when I cum.” Slipping down his sweats, Y/N watched as his cock bobbed up and the pulsing between her thighs intensified. He was big, thick, and wet. The tip ruddy, dark pink and weeping with precum and a prominent vein extending over the side, trimmed hair around the base up to the little line of hair that went over his stomach- yes, she had never seen a cock as appealing before, and she was feeling hot over it. He apparently noticed too, a smirk on his lips and dimple extended. “No. You’ll taste it later, but I need to be inside of you.” He liked licking her out a bit too much. 

Y/N blinked up at him, nodding her head as she swallowed thickly. Settling between her thighs again, this time on his knees, she watched as he slipped the condom on before taking his other hand and cupped her cheek. He softened his gaze, looking over her face before speaking. “Need you to tell me if you want to stop. Any time, any reason and we can be done and go back to cuddling. I like you for far more than your body, sweetness.” He sighed. “Want this to be good for you. Want you to use your pretty mouth and talk t’me so I know how you feel. Don’t hold back.” He was a homeowner and the walls were thick, so it didn’t matter. No one could hear them past the roaring winds outside. The snow itself was silent, his silent savior for making Y/N stuck with him. “Get me, baby? Words.” 

“Yes, I’ll tell you. I want it, I promise.” She whispered. “Think I’ll like anything you do for me. I know I’m safe with you.” And she was. Harry had always been a good friend and she would trust him with her life even beforehand, so handing her body over to his tender care didn’t seem half as scary as it may with someone else. Nerve wracking only because there were feelings there- real feelings they both admitted were felt. 

“That’s my girl.” He smiled, brushing the tip against her cunt. “Gonna push in now.” He paused for a moment, leaning over to give her a kiss before righting himself on his knees and giving her what they both wanted. Fuck, was it good. 

Y/N had never felt so full in her life. Her fingers curled around his wrists as he held her legs up, her stomaching jumping as she panted, Harry filled her up so well she could cry. So deep, so perfectly curved like his dick had been made for her, she dug her nails into him as she let out cries of pleasure. 

“That’s what I wanted, baby. Let me hear you.” He crooned, feeling sweat begin to bead on his brow. Working his cock into her, he listened to the sounds of their sex, how wet she had gotten solely for him, and he was happy. God, he was fucking happy. Not only was he inside of her, but her feelings mirrored his own. She wasn’t taken- but she would be now. 

“I feel so good.” She said up to him. “I’m so full and you’re so deep, I don’t know.. How does it feel so good?” It was evident her head was a bit in the clouds, but he was there to take care of her. “Stretching me… Don’t stop.” She babbled, closing her eyes as he hit exactly where she needed.

He continued, watching as her cunt spread open for him. Taking him deep, he was enamored with the sight of her wetness all over his cock, wishing he could ditch the latex covering his shaft. All he wanted was to leave traces of her on his skin, leave her smell and taste. This was only the beginning of their relationship, the very prologue, and he couldn’t get enough of her. “M’not gonna stop, sweet girl. You feel too good.” He exhaled. “S’only our first time. Gonna keep fucking you until you can’t take it.” It was serious. He’d held himself back from her for months now, and it was nearly christmas. “My girl… You take it so well, hm? Think you were meant to take my cock.” 

“I was- I am.” She replied, blinking up at him blearily. “Nothing has ever felt so g-good. Want it all the time. Please, I don’t want to feel empty.” Her eyes watered a bit, making his cock twitch as he cooed down at her. Something about it was so erotic to him, watching her cry for his cock. For him. She needed it, needed him and he was the only one that could provide the very thing she needed. He was the only thing she could crave and he would make sure of that. 

“Oh, sweetheart. So gorgeous… M’not gonna let you stay empty.” He cooed. “No, I like far too much. Want to be tucked as deep in you, as long as I can. You promised to keep my cock warm, yeah?” He wiped away a tear, bringing it off her face. “I’ll keep you warm too.” And he was. Y/N was beginning to get sticky with sweat. Feeling her hair start to stick to the nape of her neck from the room finally feeling the effects of the fire, or his movements and pleasure, she didn’t know the origin. She was almost hot, but that was welcomed. The storm going on outside, snow was coming down hard, but she was nice and warm with Harry. 

Y/N felt a bit speechless. This was not how she had anticipated her night going in the slightest, but she loved every second of it. Each thrust of his cock filling her up led her closer to her orgasm, knowing she was sticky with arousal and sopping wet on his cock, and he took it in stride. Lowering his hand down to thumb over her clit, soft grunts leaving him as he fucked her. It wasn’t too rough, wasn’t too kinky, but it was perfect. He was treating her with the care she needed. Looking at her with visible fondness, only teasing her a bit, it was evident that he cared about her and that only brought her closer. 

“M’gonna cum.” She whispered. “I’m gonna- I’m so close. Please let me- I was good.” Part of her worried about him deciding he wanted her to hold it again, depriving her of the pleasure, but he didn’t. He kept his thrusts the same, rubbing her clit a bit faster as he continued. 

“Go ahead, my sweet thing. Make a mess on my cock. Cum for me.” She had already dripped all over him, even some towards his thighs, but he wanted more. He craved the mess only she could give him, the wet slap of skin and her puffy pussy contracting around his length. She had been so close on his finger, so he knew she was reaching it from how she squeezed him, but it was almost too good. He was a goner, watching as she arched her back and let out a broken moan, trembling yet again before her mouth dropped open and she came on him. He could feel it, her cunt squeezing him and her body tightening up as it hit her. Pulsing around him as he continued his thrusts inside of her, the delicious heat nearly making him lose his damn mind.  

“Shit…” He hissed, feeling his own start to hit him. “Fuck, baby… fuck.” His voice turned slightly whiny as he held tight onto her leg, his thumb pausing on her clit as the first rope of cum spilled into the condom. Her contracting, hot cunt, her teary eyes, her swollen mouth, all of it was so beautiful that he couldn’t stand it. This was a long time coming, of course, but to actually have her on him, to feel her body react to his touch, to see her cum solely because of him? It was otherworldly. He doubted he’d felt this strongly about an orgasm before, jerking his hips as deep groans left him, imagining there was no barrier in between them as he filled the condom. He knew it was going to overflow, but he didn’t care at this moment. 

All he cared about was lowering himself on top of her and kissing her senseless, holding her face like it was a precious stone. Recovering from this orgasm and kissing her, the giddy feeling never went away.  It stayed as he checked on her, kissing her cheeks and her nose, wiping the hair that was stuck to her face away and murmuring praises to her. “S’my girl. Not going to let you go.” He loved this feeling. “You’re perfect. Can’t believe it took us so long, but now that I’ve got you… M’not letting go.” It was sappy, maybe, but he was finally getting what he wanted. Something he thought he’d lost the chance to have. 

“Don’t want you to let go.” She sniffled, taking his face in her smaller hands once she caught her breath, pressing their lips together again before letting him rest his forehead against her own. “That was perfect. I can’t believe it either…” She stroked his hair back, the slight dampness from sweat not bothering her at all. “Does this mean I’m yours?” It felt a little embarrassing to ask, but she wanted to be clear. 

“Mhm. And I’m yours. No more games. Don’t give a shit what any of our friends have to say… M’pissed I was kept away so long, but I’m not going to do it now. I wasted so much time…” He gave a bittersweet smile. “Been dying to make you mine.” 

“Well…. Merry Christmas.” She giggled, eyes light and bright. Happiness illuminated her features and it nearly stopped his heart. Y/N was so beautiful that it almost hurt. And now she was his. He took her in as the multicolor lights from his tree flashed over the side of her face, heart completely filled with affection. “I’m your gift. No refunds or exchanges.”  He laughed, not able to help himself from taking another kiss. “Best gift I’ve ever received.”

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frosted laughter

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In this warm and lighthearted chapter, Lando and Amelie share a cozy winter afternoon baking cookies, surrounded by laughter and playful banter. The festive atmosphere of Monaco adds to the charm as their connection deepens through small, meaningful moments.

Wordcount: 2.3 k

Warnings: just fluff

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December 15th, 2023 - Monte-Carlo, Monaco

Lando sat at the counter of his Monaco flat, surrounded by the faint smell of freshly baked cookies and the overwhelming chaos of frosting, sprinkles, and cookie cutters. The holiday season was in full swing, and with both of them on winter break, Lando had insisted they decorate Christmas cookies together.

The flat was decorated with twinkling lights, a massive Christmas tree standing proudly in the corner with its ornaments shimmering in the glow. Lando had done his best to make everything feel festive, even if it wasn’t the most extravagant setup. It didn’t matter much; what mattered was that she was here, and they were together, even if just for a quiet afternoon.

Amelie, standing across from him, grinned as she reached for the tube of red frosting. Her fingers were already coated in powdered sugar from the cookie dough, making the moment that much more chaotic.

—You’re terrible at this, Lan— Amelie teased, her voice playful as she drew a wobbly outline on the reindeer-shaped cookie in front of her.

Lando looked up, mock offended. He had a dollop of green frosting on his cheek, likely from an earlier attempt to "accidentally" swipe her with it.

—Excuse me? I’m a natural artist— he declared, holding up his half-frosted Christmas tree cookie, which, truthfully, looked more like a blob than anything else.

Amelie burst into laughter, nearly dropping the cookie in her hand. —If this is your definition of art, you should probably stick to racing, baby.—

Lando smirked, wiping his hands on a dish towel. —You’re one to talk, Ames. That reindeer looks like it’s been run over.—

Her jaw dropped, feigning offense. —How dare you! This is Rudolph, and he’s adorable. Unlike that sad excuse of a tree you’ve got there.—

—Alright, that’s it— Lando said, a mischievous glint in his eye. Before Amelie could react, he reached across the counter and swiped a streak of frosting across her nose.

—LAN!— she shrieked, giggling as she wiped at her face with the back of her hand. —You’re so dead.—

Grabbing the nearest tube of frosting, she retaliated by smearing a line of blue down the side of his neck. Lando let out a surprised laugh, backing away as she advanced around the counter.

—Oh, you’ve started a war now— he warned, grabbing a handful of sprinkles and tossing them her way.

—Seriously? Sprinkles? That’s your big move?— she said, laughing uncontrollably as the colorful bits stuck to her sweater.

In seconds, the kitchen descended into chaos. Frosting tubes were emptied, sprinkles scattered everywhere, and both of them were doubled over with laughter. Amelie managed to back Lando into a corner, her fingers poised with a glob of frosting.

—Admit defeat, Norris, or your precious hair is getting a festive makeover— she threatened, grinning wickedly.

—You wouldn’t dare— he replied, narrowing his eyes.

—Try me.—

Before she could make good on her threat, Lando darted forward, grabbing her waist and spinning her around. Amelie squealed, dropping the frosting as Lando’s fingers found her sides.

—No, no, no, don’t you dare!— she protested through laughter, already squirming as he started tickling her mercilessly.

—Say you surrender— he teased, his grin widening as she tried to wriggle free.

—Never!— she gasped, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she laughed uncontrollably.

Lando was relentless, his fingers moving expertly to keep her giggling.

—Lan, I swear to God— she managed between laughs. —If you don’t stop, I’m not giving you head for a week.—

He froze immediately, his hands dropping to his sides as if she’d just delivered the most serious ultimatum imaginable.

Amelie straightened up, catching her breath as she wiped her teary eyes. —Wow, didn’t know you’d take it that personally— she teased, smirking.

Lando crossed his arms, looking at her with mock seriousness. —You don’t joke about that, Ames. That’s dangerous territory.—

She burst out laughing again, reaching up to wipe some frosting off his cheek. —You’re ridiculous.—

—And you’re a menace— he replied, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her forehead.

Amelie softened, her teasing grin turning into a gentle smile. —You like it.—

—Unfortunately, I do— Lando admitted, his voice warm.

Amelie’s cheeks flushed at his admission, though she quickly masked it with another cheeky comment. —Well, you’re stuck with me now, Lan. Sprinkles, frosting wars, and all.—

Lando chuckled, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist as she stepped closer. —Not the worst deal I’ve ever made.—

She tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. —You know, for someone who claims to be competitive, you’re really bad at cookie decorating.—

—That’s because I have more important skills— he shot back, leaning down so their noses almost touched. —Like making you laugh—

Amelie rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. —I’ll give you that. But next time, I’m winning the frosting war.—

Lando grinned. —We’ll see about that.—

They stood there for a moment, caught in the comfortable quiet that only came from knowing each other so well. Outside, the soft glow of the Monaco evening filtered through the windows, the city lights twinkling like their own set of Christmas decorations.

Finally, Amelie pulled back, looking at the disaster they’d created in the kitchen. Frosting covered the counters, sprinkles littered the floor, and half-decorated cookies sat abandoned on the trays.

—We’ve really outdone ourselves— she said, biting back a laugh.

Lando followed her gaze, then shrugged. —Worth it.—

—You’re cleaning this up, by the way— she added, grabbing a towel to wipe her hands.

—Excuse me? You’re the one who escalated things— he protested, though the grin on his face betrayed his faux indignation.

Amelie smirked, tossing the towel at him. —And you’re the one who tickled me until I nearly passed out. Fair’s fair.—

Lando caught the towel with ease, twirling it in his hand. —Alright, fine. But only because I’m a gentleman.—

—A true hero— she deadpanned, earning a laugh from him.

They worked side by side to tidy up the mess, their playful banter filling the space as they stole glances and small touches. Every so often, Lando would sneak a bit of frosting onto her cheek, or Amelie would retaliate by flicking sprinkles at him.

When the kitchen was finally back to a semblance of order, they collapsed onto the sofa, plates of slightly misshapen cookies in their hands.

Amelie leaned into Lando, curling her legs beneath her as she took a bite of one of their cookies. It wasn’t the prettiest creation, but the sugary sweetness was enough to make her hum in satisfaction.

—Not bad for a blob— she teased, holding up a poorly iced snowman cookie Lando had decorated earlier.

He feigned offense, taking a dramatic bite out of the cookie in her hand. —I’d say it’s a masterpiece. Definitely better than that reindeer you tried to resurrect.—

She swatted his arm, her laughter echoing in the cozy living room. —I’ll have you know my Rudolph was art. You just don’t have an eye for detail, Lan.—

Lando grinned, brushing a crumb off her lip with his thumb before popping the last piece of cookie into his mouth. —You’re lucky you’re cute. Otherwise, I’d never let that slander slide.—

Amelie smirked, leaning her head on his shoulder. —You’re obsessed with me. Admit it.—

—Oh, no doubt— he replied, his tone sincere enough to make her glance up at him. His blue eyes softened as he added, —Who wouldn’t be?—

Her teasing smile faltered for a second, replaced by something gentler. She didn’t say anything, but the way her cheeks flushed and her lips curled at the edges was answer enough. She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

—Alright, stop being sweet— she said, trying to cover the warmth in her voice with a teasing tone. —I’ll get cavities.—

Lando chuckled, squeezing her hand. —You’re impossible, you know that?—

—And yet, here you are— she quipped, resting her head back on his shoulder.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the faint sound of Christmas music playing in the background. The soft glow of the fairy lights on the tree filled the room, casting a warm, golden hue over them. Monaco's city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the cozy chaos of the flat.

Amelie broke the silence, her voice soft. —I like this.—

—What? Making a mess in my kitchen and bullying my cookies?— Lando teased, earning a soft elbow jab to his ribs.

—No, idiot. This. Us. Being here. Together.— She hesitated before adding, —It feels nice. Normal, you know?—

Lando glanced down at her, his heart flipping at the vulnerability in her voice. —Yeah, it does.—

She tilted her head up to look at him, a small smile playing on her lips. —Even if your decorating skills are tragic.—

He laughed, leaning down to kiss her nose. —I’ll take tragic decorating skills if it means I get to spend my winter break with you.—

Amelie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile spreading across her face. —You’re such a sap.—

—Only for you, Ames— he replied, his voice dropping slightly as his eyes locked with hers.

For a moment, the playful atmosphere shifted into something softer, more intimate. Amelie felt her heart race under his gaze, but before she could say anything, Lando leaned in, pressing his lips gently to hers. The kiss was sweet and unhurried, a reflection of the quiet, joyful moment they were sharing.

When they pulled apart, Amelie grinned, her cheeks flushed. —You’re lucky I like you.—

Lando smirked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. —And you’re lucky I’m obsessed with you.—

She laughed, resting her forehead against his. —God help us both.—

As the evening wore on, they stayed curled up on the sofa, eating their cookies and talking about everything and nothing. The world outside seemed far away, and for now, all that mattered was the two of them, tangled up in holiday cheer and each other.

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bakingwithamelie: Not her looking like a Hallmark queen while baking cookies. She’s too good for us.

thelanlanclub: Wait… I swear I’ve seen that kitchen before. Isn’t that Lando’s apartment in Monaco? → f1dramaalert: @thelanlanclub GIRL YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING.

hateclub22: Why does everything have to be about her and Lando? Maybe she’s just baking at a friend's place, calm down. → itsjustus: @hateclub22 Bro, did Lando personally offend you or are you just allergic to happiness? → softieszn: @hateclub22 “a friend’s place” sure, honey. Sure.

ihatethis122: Why do you all romanticize everything? Maybe she’s just BAKING COOKIES.

georgeofchaos: Plot twist: This is George’s kitchen, and he’s mad we’re dragging Lando into it.

lanamelieforever: WAIT… I know that kitchen 👀 isn’t that Lando’s place in Monaco??

holidaygrinch: She’s only in Monaco for Lando, and we all KNOW it. → cookiefanatic: @holidaygrinch Or maybe she’s just enjoying her life? Chill, bro. → lanolover: @holidaygrinch Let them bake in peace!

jealousf1fan: I swear, they’re giving us too many clues. Just come out already! 😒 → ameliexlander_4ever: @jealousf1fan Take a chill pill, let them live. They’re doing their thing! 🙌

landofan12: Um... since when did Lando and Amelie become that close? Too many signs here, guys. 😂💀 → mystery_solver92: @landofan12 It's been happening for a while now, we just don’t have the official confirmation yet. 😜 But I’m here for it! ✨

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For Me | Day 5

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader Genre: Fluff Rating: G Summary: Baekhyun invites you over for a Christmas movie marathon. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: established relationship

Here's a fluffy drabble set sometime after part two.

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Baekhyun was the kind of guy who got hyped up for holidays. He always went all out for Christmas. Competing with his neighbors for the highest light bill generated by the decorative mass of lights and lawn decorations was his newest hobby. His apartment was no exception. The interior would make Martha Stewart proud with the copious amounts of garland, candy canes, and holly adorning every surface. The man was a menace, right down to his meticulously wrapped presents and perfectly hung mistletoe.

You knocked on the door, and it swung open instantly. Baekhyun greeted you with a bright smile on his face. He was wearing a red and green flannel, a Santa hat perched on his head, and had even drawn a fake white beard on with eyeliner. "_____! You made it!" he exclaimed and pulled you into a warm hug.

“If I missed this, you'd come find me and drag me back here," you replied, engulfed with the mixed scent of cinnamon and pine as it wafted through the door.

"Of course, it wouldn't be a Christmas movie marathon without you," Baekhyun chuckled, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

"Not true. You could snatch Taemin and never notice the difference."

"Please. He doesn't get why I watch the same movies every year." He stepped back and gestured for you to come inside, revealing his apartment transformed into a cozy haven of holiday delights.

"True, but I wouldn't say I entirely understand it, either." You shrugged. "I just like seeing that little giddy smile you get. It's cute as hell." Baekhyun blushed at your compliment, the warmth of the room seeming to intensify as his gaze met yours. "Besides, they're not bad movies, and I like free food."

"Well," He took your coat and traded your shoes for fuzzy slippers that matched his, "there's no shortage of food this year. I managed to get that chicken place we like to give me a catering discount."

"Catering? For just two people?" You looked at him then over his shoulder towards the kitchen. The buffet he'd set up looked like it could feed a football team. "You're gonna get sick from eating too much, watch."

"Nooo," he whined, throwing his arms around you again. "You're here to help too! Whatever's leftover will feed me for the rest of the week."

"As long as you're not trying to overfeed me." You led the way to the couch and plopped down. "So, what are we starting off with? Comedy? Horror? Hallmark?"

He settled down beside you with two mugs of hot chocolate. "I was thinking classics. How about Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer? I saw the DVD in store and got hit with nostalgia."

"Ooh! I love those. They have an old-school charm to them, like Charlie Brown era stuff."

"See? You get me! That's why you're my baby." He pulled you close and kissed all over your cheek. "Okay, okay. So I made the cocoa when I got your text, so it should be safe to drink. If you get hungry before this one's over, we can pause and load up."

You nodded. "Gotcha. Until then," you put your legs over his and cuddled into him, "I just wanna get warm."

"Oh, I'm great at that." He pressed his face into your neck, lips tickling your skin. "Just some touches and kisses and you'll be on fire."

"Oh my gawd, you goober. Stawp!" You giggled, weakly pushing at his head and hands until he pulled away. The loud fanfare of the movie drew his attention away, allowing you both to settle down. Moments like these were the best. Just being held in his arms, being the most important part of his cute little tradition, were the moments you lived for.

Neither of you spoke much during the movie until his stomach growled loudly. His face scrunched up, and he paused the movie, looking at you with puppy eyes. "Babe—"

"Time to hit up your buffet?" You suggested with a teasing smile. He nipped at your neck again, then nodded.

"Please?" His voice was muffled, making you laugh out at his silliness.

"Come on. Let's see what you got."

As he unwrapped and unboxed the feast he'd ordered, you regretted eating anything at all that day. The spread was enough to give Thanksgiving a run for its money. "Stop looking at me like that! It's not that much food."

"My love, not that much for who? Are you inviting more people over?"

He shook his head. "Nope. This is all for you—well, us—but I didn't want you to need to leave or order anything. I have a case of wine, desserts, even that honey bun you said you liked from the donut shop."

You mulled his words over. "Wait, how long am I staying?"

His eyes sparkled. "As long as you want to. You said you had a few days off and we've both been caught up with work…"

You put a hand over your chest, then pulled him in for another quick hug. "Jesus Christ. Every time I think I've seen you at peak cuteness, you raise the bar. My heart can't take this if you keep maxing out the adorable boyfriend on me."

He bit his lip, and for a second, you could tell he was lost in thought. "…Boyfriend."

You side-eyed him. "Yes." A Byun in deep thought could be a troublemaker if left to his own devices. "A boyfriend I love and adore very much."

He nodded and luckily left it at that, pulling out plates and forks for you while you picked up the pretty festive wine glasses he'd put out for the occasion. Soon enough, you both were back on the couch with your food and drinks, continuing the movie. When that one went off, he let you pick the next movie, so you opted for your favorite, The Nightmare Before Christmas.

"You know," you said in between bites of the crispy, fried chicken he went "to the ends of the world" to get, "their relationship reminds me of how ours started out. I'm really thankful we had the chance to change things."

He watched you for a bit, then nodded. "Me too. More than words can express." He picked up his cup for a swig of wine. "But I'd like to change things again."

You looked at him, eyes wide. "In what way?"

He put down his plate and wiped his fingers on a napkin, prompting you to do the same. Whatever he was about to say had to be serious. "Well," he rubbed his hands together, the movie quickly forgotten as it continued playing, "I bought this townhouse with the intention of you moving in with me at some point."

You nodded. "Yeah, that's why you insisted I tag along for the viewing."

He turned toward you. "We never really set a date for that, y'know? And with Christmas coming up, it feels like there's no better time than the present."

You couldn't help but smile. "Is this your way of asking me to move in?"

"I mean, I think I could do better, but--" You cut him off with a kiss before throwing your arms around him.

"Nah, I like this. It's all cute and flustered and you." You kissed his cheek before sighing. "You're lucky I've been thinking about it too, with me missing you so much. I realized I wouldn't have to miss you if I could wake up and go to bed with you. So, I may have been packing already."

"You're serious?" He pulled back to look at you. "Please, don't joke about this. I don't think my heart could take it."

You shook your head, smile growing wider. "I pretty much just need to hire a moving service and figure out what to do with the furniture I don't need to keep."

"I love you so much," he bear-hugged you, peppering your face with kisses. "Just hearing that makes me feel better. This will be the best Christmas I’ve ever had."

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[aheckinmess]

We Wish You a Merry Christmas

(Part 13 of The Snowball Effect)

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Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female Reader, Endeavor x Reader, Enji Todoroki x Reader, Christmas Special, Singing Christmas Carols, Piano, Reader Plays the Piano, All the Todoroki Children Make an Appearance, Reader Makes a Bad Pun, Enji is Especially Sweet, Enji Sings, Insert Shocked_Pikachu.jpg, Soft Enji for the Win

Word Count: 608 words

Summary: Singing Christmas carols around the piano has become a Todoroki family tradition. However, getting Enji to sing with you all? It'll take a Christmas miracle.

Playlist: The Snowball Effect

December 13

Enji Todoroki is not a singer, but that doesn’t mean he can’t sing.

It's just that getting him to sing is like pulling teeth. You lead him to the theoretical dentist’s chair, promise him that once the oral surgeon gives him the medicine he won’t feel a thing, and then proceed to deal with a long-lasting tantrum that ultimately ends in what you want but not without a few emotional bruises in the process.

At this point, you’ve just stopped hoping to hear that smooth baritone unless he’s singing the kids to sleep. 

So whenever the kids join in a chorus at the piano with one of their favorite Christmas carols - Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer - you’re pleasantly surprised to hear Enji’s deep tones humming underneath the amalgamation of sweet timbres.

When you blend your voice into the mix, Enji stops. At first, your shoulders sag, but when he pauses the children from moving on to the song, it’s clear he’s stopped because he’s got another plan in mind.

“Let’s let your mother sing the next one alone.” Enji offers.

“As if you haven’t heard me sing before.” You snort, wrinkling your nose at him. You stretch out your fingers as you search for another carol in your scorebook.

“I have but…I don’t know. I never get tired of hearing your voice; sometimes I think about letting you go record an album just so I can hear you always.” He admits, eying the teenagers around the piano lest they start fawning and gagging over his outward affectionate behavior towards you. “It acts as a balm after a long day.”

“It’s true, Mommy. Your voice feels like sunshine in the snow.” Shoto places a tiny hand over yours.

So, you take a cleansing breath and steady your fingers over the ivory keys. A tender tune escapes the piano in a haunting melody before you sing. Lilting notes trickle past your lips and into the surrounding atmosphere for your family.

“Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant, so tender and mild.” You begin.

You nearly falter when Enji’s deep bass joins you.

“Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.”

“Wow, Mommy, you got Daddy to sing!” Natsuo ogles.

“I sing for your mother quite often, Natsuo.” Enji defends.

“Only because I force it out of you!” You laugh, helping Shoto with his papers lined with lyrics so he can be included. “And normally you’re haughty and upset with me afterwards.”

“She has a point.” Toya quips.

“No, I–” But he stops, pursing his lips together. With a sigh, he nods. “No, you’re right. And I’m sorry, my flame.” He squeezes your shoulder. “I will be better.”

Warmth washes over your heart, flooding every cell with adoration for the man across from you. A light smile tilts up into your cheeks as you pat his hand.

“One might say you’ll endeavor to be better, hm?” You giggle.

“Mom, that one was bad.” Fuyumi cackles.

“But you’re laughing, so was it really that bad?” You tickle her side.

“I think you and Dad should sing another duet next.” Tenko says, red eyes aglow with delight. “Pretty please?”

With a smirk you turn to Enji with a raised eyebrow. Well?

He grumbles to himself, but a soft grin graces his features and he nods. You let him pick the song and by the end of it, the entire Todoroki family sings in one accord for the next hour. 

When the kids unite to coax out an encore, Enji takes up the mantle and sings one last carol, his eyes never leaving yours.

Day 14

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the holiday banner! Thank you so much!

[amazinggraciegurl]

Expect the Unexpected (Chapter 34: I'll Have a Blue Christmas Without You)

Present Time (Thursday December 24, 2020) 10:12 am

“I’m so glad we got this Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer wrapping paper!” Apple exclaims. She and Darling are standing at the kitchen table, wrapping presents as quickly as they can. The Christmas Eve party at Ashlynn and Briar’s house is in less than six hours, and they still have loads of presents to wrap. To make matters even more difficult, Raven is having a bad day. She’s currently curled on the couch, staring blankly into the distance. Apple has tried to talk to her, but Raven won’t respond and she resisted her comfort. So, Apple has resigned herself to the fact that she can’t do anything for Raven right now. She just hopes the girl will be more chipper by the time of the party. Darling grins. “Willow will love it! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen an obsession greater than hers with Rudolph. I don’t think my Legos obsession was even as intense come to think of it.” Apple giggles. Christmas music is playing merrily in the background. Apple’s favorite song, the Eartha Kitt version of “Santa Baby” is currently on. “Oh kingdoms, I remember that! When we were in kindergarten that’s all you would play with!” Darling chuckles. “Except for swordfighting. But that’s only on the rare occasion that I could, to be fair.” As usual, when Apple is reminded of Darling’s treatment by her mother, she clenches her teeth and resists the urge to blurt out a string of obscenities. She reminds herself that that’s not what Darling needs, especially not today. Today is supposed to be a day filled with nothing but joy. And Apple will do whatever she has to to keep it that way.

XXX Monday December 24, 2018 (first year of college) 11:07 am

“Phew!” Apple exclaims, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “That was a lot of dust!” “Thanks so much for dusting, love,” Darling says, coming over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “I would’ve, but you know how sensitive I am to dust. I’d be a sneezing mess.” Apple’s nose starts to tickle like she’s going to sneeze herself. When it fades a second later though, she gives Darling a quick kiss on the lips. “It’s no problem, baby. You vacuumed. We’re sharing the workload, just like we should be!” Darling gives her a soft smile before pulling her in for yet another kiss. They linger this time, basking in the sweetness of each other’s lips, of the warmth and security they find in each other’s arms.

When they draw away from each other a few moments later, Apple wishes they could’ve stayed that way much, much longer, but she knows they have to get back to work. This Christmas party tonight is the first event she and Darling have ever hosted at their new house. Both of them being the perfectionists they are, they want it to go flawlessly. Darling sighs softly, licking her lips. The action sends a wave of pleasure coursing through Apple, increasing the urge to kiss her girlfriend on those perfect lips again. She’s shaken from her stupor by Darling’s melodic laugh. She blinks. “What?” she asks, confused. “What’d I do?” Darling giggles. “Just the way you’re looking at me. I can tell…you want me bad.” Her voice grows more seductive as she speaks, becoming low and husky. Burning heat floods Apple’s cheeks. She looks down, trying to hide her intense blush. “But you want to know something good?” Darling asks, a sultry lilt to her voice. The sound sends heat pumping through every inch of Apple’s body. She looks up, still confused. “What’s good?” Her voice is breathless, scarcely above a whisper. The ravishing expression on Darling’s face nearly brings Apple to her knees. Clearly Darling is enjoying this immensely, the arousal in her ice blue eyes growing in intensity. Apple’s enjoying it too, if the pulsing heat within her is any indication. Darling steps closer, softly placing her hand on Apple’s cheek. She lightly traces the contours of her face for a moment before leaning in and whispering in her ear, “I want you too…bad.” The words elicit a loud gasp of pleasure from Apple. Her legs grow even weaker. That doesn’t matter though, as the next thing she knows she’s being scooped up into Darling’s arms. She shrieks in surprise, but it’s quickly cut short by Darling’s lips on hers. She quickly reciprocates, hands tangling in Darling’s hair as she kisses her back with a passion so fervent, the air around them feels like it has an electric charge. It isn’t long before Darling carries Apple off to the bedroom.

XXX 11:18 am

Now Apple and Darling are rushing to get ready for the party. People are coming over at 5:00 and though they technically have enough time to prepare, they both are feeling a rush of panic that keeps them on their toes. They’re exhausted from the sex and beating themselves up for doing it at a time like this, but there’s no way to go back and make a wiser decision. They just have to get through this day. They’re in the kitchen now, preparing the dishes. Apple is working on the greenbean casserole (her mother’s special recipe), while Darling is working on the mashed potatoes. They’re silent, putting all their focus into making these dishes perfect. “Blue Christmas” by Elvis Presley is playing in the background, his resonant voice sending shivers down Apple’s spine. A distinct sensation of melancholy has overcome her in the past few minutes. It feels like a fist is squeezing her heart. She figures it’s from the hormones that sex activates, as this does happen to her after sex occasionally. But as she looks down at her mother’s perfect handwriting in the cookbook and the lyric “I’ll have a blue Christmas without you” begins playing through her head on a loop, she realizes the meaning behind her sudden sadness.

XXX Wednesday August 1, 2018

“Hi, Mom. So…I don’t know if you’re even listening to these messages or just deleting them.” Apple laughs, albeit a bit shakily. Her eyes are already beginning to sting, but she forces the tears back. She’s not going to give her mother the satisfaction of hearing her cry. She clears her throat. “So…I just wanted to tell you that, um…” She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage. “So…Darling and I have moved into our new house. It’s…it’s really cute. It has four bedrooms and two bathrooms, so not as big as you’d like, but we’re happy with it. We’ve…We’ve lived in luxury all our lives and we’re ready to…to…try something new.” The only thing keeping Apple going at this point is the knowledge that Snow probably isn’t even listening to these messages. She hopes the audio isn’t too bad anyways though, as there’s a significant amount of clamor coming from the master bedroom down the hall. Darling is unpacking boxes in there. Apple has been helping, but after lunch she had the sudden urge to call her mother and leave another one of the dozen voicemails she’s left since Snow stopped talking to her. Darling, being the caring and respectful girlfriend she is, is giving her privacy. “We…We love it, and…you know…I hope you can come see it someday.” Tears are pooling in her eyes now and she can’t stop her voice from wobbling as she begins to talk again. “I know you’re disappointed in me for being, you know…a person who likes girls…but no matter how badly you treat me…I-I still love you and…and I hope you have it in your heart to still love me.” There’s no stopping the onslaught of tears now, so before the sob building in her throat comes out, she hangs up.

XXX Monday December 24, 2018

“Are you okay, love?” Apple is pulled from her daze by the gentle lilt of Darling’s voice. “Huh?” she mumbles. As she realizes she’d stopped preparing the dish and is just standing there, she quickly gets back to work, picking the measuring spoons back up. “Oh, I’m fine. Just zoned out there for a moment. You know how I get like that sometimes.” She puts on the most cheerful voice she can. Now is not the time to worry Darling. Darling clearly isn't fully convinced, as she gazes at Apple with furrowed brows. But she quickly drops it, turning back around to continue her dish. She evidently knows it's not the right time to pry, and Apple appreciates this. While she hates worrying Darling, now isn't the time to open up. They have a party to throw.

As Apple shoves the tray of greenbean casserole into the oven, a memory from this morning plays unbidden in her head.

Apple, knowing it's against her best interests, had called her mother. She hasn't called her since Thanksgiving, as Darling helped her realize how bad it is for her mental health to keep doing it, but Christmas has always been such a special occasion in the White household and she couldn't resist. She'd held the phone to her ear, hand trembling. “H-Hi, Mom. I, um, just wanted to wish you a merry Christmas. I know we haven't talked in months, but Christmas has always been…you know…a very important holiday to our family and I just…” She racks her brain for how to word this properly. She plows ahead a moment later, knowing she has to continue. “I-I just wanted you to know that I remember all those…those traditions.” She swallows, her throat suddenly feeling thick. “I-I remember them and I just want you to know that I'm…you know…that I'm thinking about you.” Tears prick her eyes. She clears her throat. “Well, merry Christmas and I hope you have a good day. Goodbye.”

As she hangs up, she cringes, remembering she'd already wished her mother a merry Christmas at the beginning of the message. Oh well. It's not like her mother is going to listen anyways. She sighs, sitting down on the couch, slumping back into the cushions. She looks up at the ceiling, eyes brimming with tears. But she doesn't let them fall. It's Christmas for goodness sake. It's not a day to mourn her family estrangement. It's a day to be happy and celebrate. And that's what she's going to do.

So, that's what she tries to do now. After she closes the oven and sets the timer, she turns to Darling, forcing a wide smile onto her face. “This is going to be an amazing night!” she exclaims. “I just know it!” Thankfully, Darling buys her enthusiasm, as a bright grin also overtakes her face. “It will be,” she agrees. “We're going to pull this off. I know we will.”

XXX 4:48 pm

Apple and Darling, decked in elegant crimson dresses, walk to the door together as the doorbell rings. Hand on the doorknob, Apple turns to her girlfriend. “You ready, baby?” Darling gives her a grin. “I was born ready.” Apple giggles before throwing the door open. It's Briar and Ashlynn, arms full of presents. “Merry Christmas!” they exclaim in unison, bright smiles on their faces. “Merry Christmas!” Apple and Darling cheerfully reply. Apple shuts the door as the girls walk in. “Here, we’ll take those presents,” says Darling, taking the stack of presents Ashlynn is carrying from her. “You can just hang your coats and stuff on that rack and go make yourselves at home in the living room.” Apple takes Briar’s presents from her then. Ashlynn and Briar both thank them before taking off their coats and hanging them on the rack. Apple and Darling take the presents into the living room, setting them down by the glowing Christmas tree. Apple’s eyes skim over the ornaments and as always her gaze lingers on her Baby’s First Christmas ornament, which features a photo of her mother holding her on the day she was born. Her mother is looking down at her with eyes so full of adoration, it makes Apple’s heart ache looking at it now. “You okay?” Darling whispers. Apple, pulled again from her daze by her girlfriend’s gentle voice, takes a second to get her bearings before giving her a small smile and nodding. Just like earlier, Darling’s brow is creased and this time her slightly concerned expression doesn’t fade after Apple’s assurance that she’s fine. But once again, Darling drops it, knowing it’s not the time to check in with Apple.

Apple and Darling sit down next to Briar and Ashlynn on the couch. “I’m so glad you guys were able to make it!” Apple exclaims. Ashlynn smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thank you for having us. Sorry we’re a little early. I’m just grateful Hunter actually took Willow tonight, so we were able to come. Hopefully he doesn’t drop her on her head or something.” She scoffs lightly. The other three girls wince, but Briar quickly changes the subject. “I know we’ve been to your house a ton already, but every time, I fall in love again with just how cute it is! These Christmas decorations are sooo cute! I love all the Frosties by the fireplace!” Apple and Darling grin, loving the feeling of having their house complimented. They’ve put a lot of work into making it a beautiful and cozy place that reflects both of their personalities. They both thank Briar. “We thought it would be a cute idea to feature all the Frosties together,” Darling explains. “A little excessive maybe, but we like it.” “It’s super cute,” Briar assures them. As her sentence comes to an end, the doorbell rings again. “Ooh, more guests!” Apple exclaims. “I’ll get that! Do you think we should bring out the hot chocolate now, Darling?” Darling nods. “Good idea! I’ll bring out the hot chocolate bar!” Briar grins. “Ooh! Hot chocolate bar?! Now that sounds exciting!” Darling chuckles. “Oh it is, Briar. It is.”

XXX Once all the guests have arrived, which in addition to Briar and Ashlynn include Raven, Dexter, Daring, Rosabella, Blondie, Cupid, and Maddie, the group is sitting together in the living room, drinking hot cocoa and playing charades. It’s currently Raven’s turn and her team (her, Dexter, Maddie, Blondie, and Cupid) are struggling to say the least in guessing what she’s acting out. The girl is flailing her hands wildly, stomping her foot, face scrunched up. Apple certainly doesn’t know what she’s acting out and she doubts anybody in the room does either. As the sand in the hourglass runs out, Darling exclaims, “Okay, time’s up!” “Ugh!” Raven exclaims. “Guysss, I was playing a guitar! How could you not tell what I was doing?!” The confusion is evident on everybody’s faces. The silence is broken by the most talkative one in the room. “Raven, I love you,” Blondie says, “but maybe you should stick to playing an actual guitar. You looked like you’d just eaten something that tasted not so just right and were having a freak out.” Everybody, including Raven, bursts into laughter. “Oh kingdoms, she really did look like that!” Briar exclaims, winded from laughing so hard. “I actually thought something was wrong with her for a second!”

As everyone’s laughter begins to peter out, Maddie speaks. “This hot cocoa is tea-riffic, guys! Or is it hot cocoa-riffic?” She furrows her brow, tapping her chin in thought. “Eh, I’ll stick with tea-riffic. It sounds better.” Everybody giggles. “Thank you!” Apple exclaims. “I’m glad you guys like the toppings we included so much. We’ll definitely be doing a hot chocolate bar again next time we host!” Dexter nods emphatically. “Please do! This peppermint bark adds so much flavor to the hot cocoa!” Raven giggles, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You really love your peppermint, don’t you, baby?” A lovestruck grin forms on Dexter’s face, as it always does when Raven shows him affection. He shrugs. “I admit I’m a peppermint addict. Can you blame me? It’s objectively what Christmas is the best at.” The group laughs again. Apple and Darling share a smile. Everything is going perfectly so far.

XXX 6:42 pm

As soon as Apple bites into the turkey, the turkey that she’d painstakingly prepared, a wave of disappointment washes over her. It’s too dry. Kingdoms, it’s too freaking dry! She bites down hard on her lip, resisting the urge to growl in frustration. Heart pounding in anxious anticipation, she looks around for any signs of discontent from her friends. But everybody just keeps casually chatting and laughing as they eat their meal. “This is dee-licious, guys!” Briar exclaims, turning to Apple and Darling, a bright grin on her face. Apple forces a smile onto her face, hopefully matching the entirely genuine one on Darling’s. They both thank her. After Briar goes back to eating, Apple sighs softly. Darling who’s sitting next to her, so close that their shoulders are touching, frowns slightly. But she clearly knows better than to question Apple right now because just as quickly as the expression of concern came on, it’s gone. Apple tries to distract her attention from her cooking failure by focusing intently on the conversations. She steers clear of the turkey on her plate, eating the sides instead, which thankfully all taste good. She has her greenbean casserole and sweet potato casserole to be proud of at least.

As dinner continues, she starts to feel lighter, the issue with the turkey moving to the back of her mind as she listens to her friends talk. Raven is currently telling a story about her and Dexter’s cookie baking shenanigans. “Okay, so Dexter and I were making cookies this morning, and oh my God, the amount of cookie dough this boy ate!” She shakes her head, violet eyes bright, face flushed from laughing. “It was insane! I’m surprised he’s not in the hospital with salmonella right now!” Dexter scoffs lightly. “Cookie dough won’t give a person salmonella.” “It happens,” Apple chimes in. “It’s rare but certainly possible!” Raven turns to Dexter, a satisfied smirk on her face. “See, Dexter? The trivia genius has spoken, and too much cookie dough can in fact give you salmonella!” Dexter rolls his eyes, but can’t hide the amusement on his face. “Who made her the trivia expert?” Rosabella scoffs. “Like everybody! She objectively is amazing at trivia! You’ve been to trivia nights with her, dude!” Dexter sighs. “Okay okay okay, I relent. Apple is right.” “And a trivia master?” Darling questions, a smirk on her face. Dexter rolls his eyes again. “Anddd a trivia master.” Apple giggles. “He admits it!” Everybody claps and whoops. Apple laughs along with her friends, all thoughts of the dry turkey gone from her mind.

XXX 8:13 pm

The group is settled in the living room again. They’re taking turns opening presents from each other. Some of the highlights have been a book Dexter put together for Raven of all of her original songs, a gorgeous and very expensive-looking snowglobe adorned with roses that Daring got for Rosabella, and an extremely fancy, colorful tea set Raven gifted Maddie. Now Ashlynn is opening her present from Briar, and all eyes are on them. Briar is sitting next to Ashlynn, knee bouncing in anticipation as Ashlynn carefully takes off the festive Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer wrapping paper. When Ashlynn’s eyes land on the present, a teacup in a beautiful shade of mint green with “Best Mom Ever” printed on in delicate gold script, her eyes immediately fill with tears. She puts her hand over her mouth. “Briar.” Her choked voice is barely above a whisper. “I-I love it so much. Thank you!” She pulls Briar into a crushing embrace, burying her face in her shoulder. Apple can hear her sniffling. The stunned expression on Briar’s face morphs into a soft smile. She hugs Ashlynn back, running her hand through the girl's hair. Everybody watches the exchange with soft smiles on their faces. Ever since becoming pregnant with Willow and especially since having her, Ashlynn has been going through a major rough patch. Throughout all the hardships, Apple has noticed that nobody makes the girl smile quite like Briar does.

Next it’s Darling’s turn to unwrap a present and she chooses Apple’s. Apple's heart pounds as she watches Darling carefully unwrap it. She knows her girlfriend will love it, but that doesn't stop the anxiety humming in her chest. As the wrapping paper falls to the ground and Darling's eyes land on the ornately decorated sword, she shrieks with delight. She turns to Apple, eyes shining. “Oh my godmother Apple, this is amazing!” Nervousness turns to relief and happiness as Apple sees the pure joy on her girlfriend’s face. Everybody stares in awe as Darling carefully pulls the sword from its sheath. The blade is golden and the hilt is encrusted with ruby and sapphire, shining like fire in the lamplight. “Damn, that is one lit sword, Darling!” Daring exclaims. “Good choice, Apple!” He gives her a wink. Apple giggles. “I know you’ve been saying since we moved in that you want a display sword, so I figured, what better time to get it for you than Christmas?” Darling’s eyes are suddenly watery. She sniffs. Her voice is hushed as she speaks. “Oh Apple, what did I ever do to deserve you?” A million different feelings erupt in Apple’s chest at those words-love, delight, gratitude, fear, inadequacy-but their friends are watching, so she just smiles and whispers, “Everything.” Darling sheathes the sword before grabbing Apple by the shoulders and pulling her into a deep kiss, filled with all the things they don’t know how to say. Apple is aware that this is the most passionately they’ve ever kissed in front of other people before, but Darling’s lips are soft and warm and filled with beautiful promises that she knows the girl will keep, so she doesn’t stop.

When they pull apart a moment later, their friends applaud and cheer. Apple’s and Darling’s faces flush bright red, but the goofy grins on their faces show just how happy they really are. After the cheering dies down, Darling faces Apple, a smirk on her face. “Now let’s see what I’ve got in store for you.” She gives her a wink. Apple giggles, heart fluttering. Darling unearths a small pink heart-patterned box from her pocket. She gently places it in Apple’s hands. Apple’s heart pounds in anticipation as she carefully unwraps the magenta ribbon and lifts the lid. Nestled inside is the most gorgeous necklace she’s ever seen. It’s pure white crystal shaped like a heart. It glows like stars in the lamplight. Apple, breathless with joy and surprise, gently lifts it. Her eyes fill with tears as she sees the small letters engraved on the back: A + D. “Oh my God, Darling!” she exclaims. “Thank you so much!” She bursts into tears, throwing her arms around her girlfriend, burying her face in her shoulder. Darling gasps softly in shock before hugging her back. “Of course, my love,” she murmurs. “Anything for my princess.” She gently kisses the top of Apple’s head. Apple chokes out a sob before lifting her face and pulling Darling into another kiss, even fiercer this time. Their friends cheer again, and Apple isn’t even embarrassed now. Darling is her girlfriend. Her True Love. And she will kiss her anywhere anytime and not be ashamed.

XXX 9:47 pm

Now that everybody has opened their presents, the group has decided to break out the champagne. As Apple gets up from the couch, she notices Ashlynn and Briar are still sitting. Ashlynn is turning the mug Briar gifted her around in her hands, looking down at it, eyes wide with admiration. “I just love it, Briar,” she murmurs. “And I-I just love Willow so much. I can’t wait until she’s old enough to really have a proper Christmas. To bake cookies and sing carols and get excited about Santa Claus.” She lets out a watery chuckle as she gazes up at Briar, eyes filled with adoration. Briar smiles warmly. “I can’t wait to do all those things with her too.” Apple, realizing how rude she’s being eavesdropping like this, turns and follows the group toward the kitchen. As she walks, a memory, the kind she’s been trying to suppress the past month, infiltrates her mind.

XXX “Mommy, look!” Apple, no older than five, exclaims. “I made a gingerbread man one! And I put it on the tray all by myself!” As she sets down the cookie cutter, her mother walks over, a wide smile on her fair face as she sees the cookie dough gingerbread man lying on the tray, relatively intact. “That you did, Applepie!” Snow exclaims cheerfully. “Good job, baby!” She gives Apple a kiss on the cheek. Apple giggles with delight as Snow blows a raspberry on her face. As she pulls away, Apple bursts into laughter. “Mommy!” she exclaims. “You have flour on your cheek!” Snow raises an eyebrow. “I do, do I? Well, I guess I’ll just have to…” She pauses for dramatic effect. “Get some on your cheek! Mwuhaha!” Wiping the flour from her cheek onto her finger, she quickly wipes it on Apple’s rosy face. Apple shrieks. “Mommy!” she exclaims in indignation. “Now I’m a flour monster too!” Snow laughs. “Well, does this flour monster accept cuddles?” Apple crosses her arms. “Well…” After thinking for a second, she smiles widely. “Yes!” she exclaims, before jumping off the stool and into her mother’s arms. Snow holds her close, peppering her curls with kisses. “Oh, my sweet little flour monster. I love you.”

XXX Apple’s pulled from her stupor by an exclamation right next to her ear. “No, let Apple uncork it!” Apple blinks a few times before registering what’s happening. Darling and Daring are fighting over the bottle of champagne. It only takes a moment for Darling to best him, snatching the bottle from his hand. “She never has before!” she exclaims. “She was telling me this morning that she wants to uncork the bottle for us tonight!” Daring rolls his eyes. Apple forces out a giggle as she watches the siblings’ antics. Ever since the memory invaded her mind, a wave of grief has descended over her. She doesn’t feel like uncorking the bottle. She doesn’t feel like partying at all. She just wants to go cry under her covers. But she’s made it this far. The night is almost over. “Daring, let her do it!” Rosabella laughs, playfully shoving her boyfriend to the side as he tries to grab the bottle from Darling again. “Okay, fineee,” he relents. He grins at Rosabella, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. As they pull back, she’s beaming, eyes bright. “Okay,here we go!” Darling exclaims, coming over to Apple. “I already got the cork out. You just have to put it in, twist counterclockwise and then pull, okay?” Apple nods. “Alright.” She tries to sound cheerful, giving Darling the best smile she can manage.

Moving over to the counter where the bottle is sitting, Apple follows Darling’s directions. When she gets to the pulling part though, no matter how hard she tugs, it won’t come loose. “Come on, Apple!” Briar exclaims. “You can do it!” Apple grits her teeth in determination before giving it the most powerful pull she can muster. She gasps as it comes undone with a pop and a hiss. She watches in horror as liquid sprays out. Somehow it avoids Apple completely, sailing past her and hitting Raven who’s standing to her left instead. Raven shrieks. “Oh my God, Raven! I’m so sorry!” Apple exclaims. Humiliation burns her cheeks and tightens her stomach as she takes in the sight of a drenched Raven. It takes Raven a moment to recover, as some of the champagne sprayed her in the face, but after she wipes her face with a rag Dexter handed her, she gives Apple a reassuring smile. “It’s fine!” she assures her. “I can just change into one of Darling’s outfits! It’s really no big deal! It’s not like it’s your fault. The bottle must’ve gotten shaken at some point.” Apple twists her fingers together, looking down at the floor. The tile begins to blur as her eyes pool with tears. Shit. She can’t do this anymore. She hurries out of the room and down the hall. Reaching her bedroom, she shuts and locks the door behind her. Walking on trembling legs to the bed, she sits down on the edge, buries her face in her hands, and finally lets the tears that have wanted release all day fall. Memories flood her mind. She and her mother baking cookies, singing carols by the Christmas tree, building a snowman. She remembers all this and more, and remembering when she can’t have it anymore hurts with a searing pain unlike any she’s ever felt.

She doesn’t know how long it’s been before there’s a gentle knock on the door. “Apple, sweetie?” Darling’s voice is soft, but tight with concern. “Are you okay?” Apple just keeps crying, unable to stop. “Oh, baby,” Darling murmurs. “Can I come in please?” Apple tries to take deep breaths, but every attempt fails, only more choked sobs coming out. She can’t believe she let this happen. Tonight was supposed to be a perfect night. A night of joy and celebration and togetherness. And now she’s ruined it. Outside the door, Darling continues to plead with her. “Baby, please…let me in.” Not able to bear hearing the heartbreak in Darling’s voice, Apple stands on shaky legs, slowly making her way to the door. She opens it with a trembling hand. As soon as it opens and Darling’s worried eyes land on her, a soft, sympathetic expression forms on her face. “Oh, sweetie,” she whispers. “Come here.” She shuts the door before pulling Apple into her arms. Apple hugs her back tightly, burying her face in her shoulder. “Baby, what’s going on?” Darling murmurs. “Raven isn’t mad at you. It was an honest mistake. And it wasn’t even your fault.” Apple shakes her head. She wants to tell Darling that that’s not really the reason she’s upset, but with how hard she’s crying, there’s no way she’ll be able to get the words out. “I’m sorry, baby,” Darling whispers. She smooths a hand over her back, gently threading her fingers through her hair with the other. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so bad.” The empathy in Darling’s voice only makes Apple cry harder.

When Apple is finally able to get herself mostly under control and only sniffles and hiccups remain, she suddenly remembers something. She pulls back from Darling, her swollen eyes wide. “The clothes!” she exclaims. She winces at the hoarseness of her voice. “The clothes are in here! Raven needs to change!” Darling gives her a soft, sympathetic smile, eyes still filled with concern. She reaches out, gently wiping Apple’s tears with her thumbs. “It’s okay, baby,” she murmurs. “Briar had a change of clothes in her purse. It’s all okay, alright?” Apple sighs in relief, but only a small load is taken off her shoulders. They’re still heavy with the hundreds of other burdens that haunt her daily. She lets out another sigh, shakier this time, before resting her head on Darling’s shoulder. Darling wraps her in her arms again, slowly swaying side to side. A moment later, she softly speaks. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on, baby?” Immediately, Apple’s eyes burn with fresh tears. She buries her face in Darling’s shoulder, shaking her head. But the words come out anyways, brittle as glass. “She didn’t call.”

The situation with her mother is one that Apple tries not to discuss with Darling much. Darling’s mother rejected her even more vehemently when the news of their relationship came out, officially disowning her and saying dozens of horrible insults that Darling still cries out in her sleep most nights. Snow just isn’t talking to Apple. She never disowned her. At least not officially. But damn it, it still hurts. When Apple really thinks about it, when she’s not busy with a million other things, the pain is so intense, it takes her breath away. She can’t even imagine the pain Darling is feeling if this is how much she’s hurting. So, this is why she tries not to talk about her own mother problems. Darling has it worse, so she should be the one who gets to cry and vent. It’s not Apple’s place to do so. But on a day like Christmas, where the memories just won’t halt their endless cycle through her head, it’s just too much to keep inside.

There’s a long moment of silence, nothing but Apple’s shaking breaths and the distant sound of their friends talking, filling the quiet air. Then a gentle kiss is being placed on the top of her head. “I'm so sorry.” Darling's choked voice trembles. “I'm so sorry, sweetie.” She stifles a sob by pressing her lips to Apple's head. She tightens the embrace and Apple squeezes her back even tighter, trying to return some of the comfort she's being given. They're both hurting after all. At least throughout all this pain, they still have each other. Apple consoles herself with this thought as they continue to embrace, their friends’ voices nothing but a hum in the background as they find everything they need and more in each other's arms.

XXX Present Time (Thursday December 24, 2020) 11:57 am

Now finally finished with wrapping presents, Apple and Darling are snuggled together on the couch, sipping hot cocoa. Apple sighs contentedly. The warmth of the fire crackling in the fireplace, the delicious taste of the hot cocoa, the security of Darling's arms around her–in this moment, nothing could be more perfect. Apple doesn't know what tonight has in store, what Raven's mental state is going to be, if they're even going to be able to make it through the party. What she does know though is that this is right. Her and Darling together, loving each other more and more every day. No matter what grief their bigoted parents still to this day put them through, she knows one thing for certain: something as beautiful as her and Darling's relationship could never be wrong.

[princesssarisa]

Sleeping Beauty Spring: "Festival of Family Classics: The Sleeping Beauty" (1973 animated series episode)

Nearly everyone knows Rankin/Bass Productions for their classic Christmas specials (Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Frosty the Snowman, etc.), or for their animated high fantasy films (e.g. The Hobbit and The Last Unicorn). But one of their lesser-known projects was the series Festival of Family Classics. Each episode is a lighthearted twenty-minute cartoon adaptation of a classic book, poem, legend, or fairy tale, and the fifteenth of the series' twenty episodes was The Sleeping Beauty.

In this retelling of the tale, there are only two fairies, who are sisters, and both portrayed as chubby old women who wear pointed witch-style hats: the kindly Celia, who wears red, and comically wicked Glenda, who wears black. When King Horace and Queen Hortense fail to invite Glenda to the newborn Princess Beauty's christening, Glenda curses the princess to prick her finger and die before she turns twenty. But of course Celia softens the curse so that instead, Beauty and the entire kingdom will sleep for a hundred years. Throughout these scenes, comedy is provided by a tired, irritable town crier, by a chess-obsessed nobleman, by a clumsy castle servant, and by King Horace's tendency to sneeze when he's angry.

King Horace has all the kingdom's spindles, needles, and pins burned, but one noblewoman can't bear to give up her heirloom spinning wheel, so she secretly hides it in the castle's attic tower. Sure enough, the day before her twentieth birthday, the romantic, fairy tale-loving Princess Beauty ventures into the tower in search of books, and pricks her finger on the spindle. Once the whole kingdom is asleep, Glenda covers the land with a forest of vines, so that no prince will ever fulfill Celia's prophecy and break the spell with a kiss. But a hundred years later, the handsome Prince Daring and his squire chop their way through the vines, having heard the legend of Sleeping Beauty. After defeating a magic tickling tree called a "diddleboo," they come face-to-face with Glenda, who encases the prince in ice. But the squire saves the day: he tells Glenda she reminds him of his mother and kisses her cheek. This makes her so happy that she decides to be good for a change and removes the rest of the vines. Prince Daring kisses Beauty, the spell is broken, and a royal wedding takes place, with both Celia and Glenda invited.

The animation style is much the same as that of Frosty the Snowman: simple, colorful, and fairly crude, with cartoonish, doll-like character designs. Disney's Sleeping Beauty is isn't, but the art style has an innocent childlike charm all the same, and its appearance suits the lighthearted, slightly irreverent tone of the script. While in no way, shape or form is this a definitive version of the fairy tale, it will still entertain children and inspire at least a smile from adults, and it's a must-see for dedicated fans of Rankin/Bass animation.

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[dadjokestop]

Get ready for some festive fun with these jolly reindeer jokes! Perfect for spreading holiday cheer and bringing smiles to faces young and old! 1. What do you call a reindeer that tells jokes? A comedi-deer! 2. Why did Rudolph get a bad grade? Because he couldn’t find his light in class! 3. What do reindeer hang on their Christmas trees? Hornaments! 4. How do reindeer keep their fur looking so good? They use deer conditioner! 5. What do you call a reindeer who loves to dance? Prancer! 6. Why did Santa’s reindeer cross the road? To get to the sleigh side! 7. What’s a reindeer’s favorite type of music? Hoofer music! 8. What do you get when you cross a reindeer with a snowman? Frosty the Red-Nosed Reindeer! 9. How do reindeer greet each other? With a “Yule-tide” hello! 10. Why don’t reindeer use cell phones? Because they can’t handle the calls! 11. What do you call a reindeer with a GPS? Rudolph the Red-Nosed Navigator! 12. Why did the reindeer go to school? To improve its “deer-tion” skills! 13. How do reindeer like their eggs? Deer-scrambled! 14. What’s a reindeer’s favorite game? “Hide and Sleigh”! 15. Why did the reindeer break up with the snowman? Because he found her too chilly! 16. What do you call a reindeer who tells tall tales? *A *“yarn-deer”! 17. Why did Santa’s reindeer start a band? Because they wanted to get in the holiday spirit! 18. How do you make a reindeer laugh? You tickle its antlers! 19. What do you get when you mix a reindeer and a dog? A Rudolph the Red-Nosed Pup! 20. Why do reindeer love the snow? Because it’s a great way to “chill” out! These reindeer jokes are sure to spread some holiday cheer! Share them with friends and family for a good laugh this season!

[trashyswitch]

Classic Christmas Tales

Christmas is a wonderful time of the year for most, and there are multiple reasons why. One thing to celebrate? The cute little Christmas tales and the songs that come along with it! So, let's sit down by the fireplace with a mug of hot chocolate and a blanket, and watch some classic, fluffy Christmas movies.

Merry Christmas One and All! Santa Pocs is coming to Tumblr!

One of my favorite parts of Christmas, is the old fashioned classic movies that came out in the 60's that both me, and my mom watched as kids. So even though the movies are perfect already, I wanted to add my own little tickle scenes to the classic holiday movies. I hope you enjoy!

You know Dasher, and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet, and Cupid, and Donner and Blitzen…

But do you recall…the most ticklish reindeer of all? 

Rudolph, the famous red-nosed reindeer, was spending time with Hermey a little before christmas. Hermey was painting a couple toys, while Rudolph was holding the toy steady. “So…How are things with that girl?” Rudolph asked. 

“It’s going alright. She’s funny, and cute. A really good singer too.” Hermey told him. 

Rudolph nodded. “Clarice is a good singer too. She sings all the time.” Rudolph told him. 

Hermey went back to painting, and grumbled a bit. “Even though I have the dental office, I still don’t see why I have to keep making toys.” Hermey told him. 

“Head Elf and the other elves still need your help.” Rudolph told him. “Besides: You can still work at the dental office overtime if you want to. I’m sure Santa would love to see you working hard.” Rudolph added. 

Hermey chuckled and finished the last corner of the toy. “Well…You helping me is keeping me from dropping the paintbrush and quitting again.” Hermey told him. 

“Did you want me to paint for a bit?” Rudolph asked. 

Hermey shook his head and fixed his elf cap. “The painting’s all finished. Now I just need to wait for it to dry.” Hermey told him. “And then we need to-” Hermey looked over at the unpainted wooden train, spinning top, and the unpainted wooden cars. Hermey groaned and flopped backwards onto the ground. “Nooooo…I thought I was done…” Hermey whined. 

Rudolph couldn’t help but laugh. “Come on, Hermey. I’ll paint, and you keep the train from rolling away.” Rudolph decided. 

Hermey looked at Rudolph with sad eyes. “...I don’t want to.” Hermey complained. 

Rudolph rolled his eyes and looked at one of the brushes. “If you don’t help me, then I’ll just paint you instead.” Rudolph decided before picking up the paintbrush. 

Hermey looked at Rudolph, confused. “Paint me? Why? I’m not a toy.” Hermey asked. 

Rudolph smiled with the brush in his mouth, and started to walk up to Hermey. Hermey looked at Rudolph with widening eyes, and then started to back up, dropping the paintbrush in the process. “Rudolph, what are you planning?” 

Hermey watched with slight nervousness as Rudolph knocked over the pink paint bottle, making bright pink paint fall onto the paper covering for the wood table. Then, Rudolph dipped the paintbrush into the pink paint. 

Hermey put up his right hand to stop Rudolph. “I don’t like where this is going!” Hermey warned. 

“Thcareth?” Rudolph tried to say the word ‘scared’, but struggled to say it, thanks to the paintbrush being in his mouth. 

But Hermey knew what he meant. “Okay, fine! I’ll resume painting! Just don’t paint me pink! I’m not a girl! Boys don’t wear pink!” Hermey tried to reason with him. 

But Rudolph just giggled before leaning his neck forward. He painted Hermey’s cheek, and moved the paintbrush around to make it brush up and down his cheek. 

“Hehey! Rudolph! Hahahaha!” Hermey laughed. “Stahap, it tickles!” Hermey told him. 

Rudolph giggled with the brush still in his mouth, and started fluttering the brush on the sides of the elf’s little neck. 

Hermey squeaked and laughed, squeezing his eyes shut and laughing loudly. “Okay! Okahahay!” Hermey laughed. “Ihihi’ll paint with yohohou! Ihihihi prohomihihihise!” Hermey tried to tell him. 

“Thoo lathe.” Rudolph replied, still struggling to speak properly. He made the brush flick and caress all behind his right ear, and down again to the underpart of Hermey’s small chin. “Thickle thickle thickle!” Rudolph said. 

“EEEhehehehe! Haha! Nohoho! Ihihi sahaid Ihihi’d paint! Ihihi sahahaid I’d dohohoho ihihit!” Hermey laughed. “Whahahat ehelse doho you wahahahahahant?” Hermey asked. 

Rudolph hummed the words ‘I don’t know’, and moved the brush up to Hermey’s nose. He moved the brush off his skin, then gave Hermey’s nose a little boop with the brush. “Booph!” Rudolph said. 

“Ohoho, yohou are so gonna get it.” Hermey grabbed the nearby brush he dropped earlier amidst his attempted escape, and started fluttering the blue-covered paintbrush onto Rudolph’s chin and neck back. 

Rudolph widened his eyes and curled his neck in, giggling with his mouth mostly closed, so he wouldn’t drop the paintbrush. He clenched the paintbrush with his teeth desperately, and squeezed his eyes shut. “Mm mm…Mmmmhmhmhmmm…” Rudolph hummed, letting out muffled giggles. 

“Tahake thahat, Rudolph.” Hermey teased. 

Rudolph finally bursted out giggling enough to open his mouth, and drop the paintbrush in the process. Rudolph tiptoed his hooves all over the floor, turning into an accidental tap dancer as he tried to get away. “Wahahait! Ihihi’m sorry! Ihi’m soorryhyhyhy!” Rudolph yelled. 

“Too late, Rudey!” Hermey declared as he started chasing Rudolph around the whole workshop. Eventually though, Hermey was motivated enough to go back to painting the toys. And soon, they had up to 30 toys painted in that afternoon alone! And the Head Elf was impressed! 

Now, what’s another Christmas story we all remember? How about…Frosty the Snowman? 

Frosty the snowman, was a jolly happy soul. With a corn cob pipe and a button nose, and two eyes made out of coal! Frosty the snowman is a fairytale, they say. He was made of snow, but the children know that he came to life one day. There must’ve been some magic in that old silk hat they found. For when they placed it on his head, he began to dance around! Oh, Frosty the snowman, was alive as he could be; and the children say he could laugh and play, just the same as you and me. 

Play, they did! And laugh, the snowman certainly did! 

Frosty was a bundle of laughter all the time! And this time was no different! While Frosty was playing with the children, Karen happened to notice a button out of place on Frosty’s chest. So, she grabbed the coal piece and put it back onto the hole in Frosty’s upper belly. But to her surprise, Frosty let out another big laugh! Though equally joyful, it was more of a surprised laugh this time! 

Karen let go of the coal piece, and looked up at Frosty with a smile. “What’s so funny, Frosty?” She asked. 

He looked down and chuckled. “Thank you for fixing my buttons, Karen.” Frosty told her. He picked her up and placed her onto his shoulder. “But placing that button back, tickled me a little bit.” Frosty told her. 

“Tickled?” Karen asked. 

“Tickled?!” One of the kids asked. 

“Frosty’s ticklish?!” Another kid asked. 

Frosty laughed and nodded in response. Karen laughed in reaction and started giving his neck a little tickle with her pink mittens. 

Frosty jumped up, dropping the pipe in his mouth and curled his head over, to stop the mitten-covered hand from tickling him. “Now nohohow- Kahaharen!” He laughed. “Hahaha! Stohohop that!” He laughed, shaking his head around. 

A bunch of the kids gasped in unison. “He IS ticklish!” One of the kids reacted. 

“TICKLE HIM!” Another kid laughed, jumping for his foot. 

“Tickle me?” Frosty asked, confused. 

Karen slid down Frosty’s arm and onto the snow again, before giving Frosty a little push. “Lay down, Frosty!” Karen told him. 

“Lay down?” Frosty asked next. 

All the other kids started collectively pushing against Frosty’s belly and tried to push him down. Though the 6 kids were just no match for Frosty. He was just too heavy! 

“Alright, alright. I’ll lay down for you.” Frosty replied, laying himself down onto the snow. He knew he was going to have to re-round himself out again after he gets back up again. 

Karen and her 5 friends all climbed up on top of Frosty and started collectively tickling the snowman to their heart's content. The bright, curly-haired boy was tickling his left armpit, while the brown, curly-haired twin brother was tickling the right armpit! The little guy in the green elf costume was tickling his left foot, while the boy in the blue coat was tickling Frosty’s other foot. The blonde-haired girl with the pink bow was tickling Frosty’s neck! and lastly, Karen was up on his belly, squishing and poking his big belly. 

Frosty bursted out in gleeful laughter almost right away! He was wiggling around, laughing, giggling and cackling! “WAHAhahahait! Guhuhuhuys! Plehehehehease! Ihihihit tihihihicklehehes!” Frosty reacted. 

All 6 of the ticklers stopped tickling right away. Karen looked at the two boys at Frosty’s feet, and gave them the go ahead. 

“Which foot tickles more, Frosty?” The little guy in the elf costume asked before tickling the left foot first. “This foot?” 

Frosty giggled and covered his mouth to muffle his laughter a little bit. “Yehehehes, ihihit tihihicklehes.” Frosty replied. 

The little boy stopped his fingers, and looked at the other boy. The other boy started tickling the right foot next. “Or this foot?” The blue-sweatered boy asked. 

Frosty laughed at about the same level as the left foot, but shook his head left and right this time as he laughed. “Bohohohoth ahare ticklihihihish!” Frosty replied. 

“Okay! Now let’s test out the armpits!” The twins declared at the same time. Both the boys started tickling the armpits at the same time. And boy, was Frosty laughing up a storm! But he was having a blast! And Karen could tell! 

Afterwards, Frosty giggled as he sat up. “And now you all know: I'm even ticklish. In fact, I'm all livin'! I *am* alive! What a neat thing to happen to a nice guy like me.” He reacted proudly.  

Now what’s another story…How about…How The Grinch Stole Christmas? 

You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch, you really are a heel! You’re as cuddly as a cactus, you’re as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch. You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel! Just face the music, you're a monster, Mr. Grinch, Your heart's an empty hole! Your brain is full of spiders, you've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch! I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole! 

Well…Only one person would touch him without needing that thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole. And who was that certain person? Well, it was Cindy Lou Who, of course! And Cindy Lou who grew to really like being with the grinch! And The Grinch grew to enjoy Cindy’s company too! 

One day after Christmas day, Cindy was playing with a doll that had lots of functions and buttons on it. One of the functions happened to be on her belly, where it would declare the following words: “Hahaha! That tickles!” 

It was an innocent little toy, and Cindy loved it! She loved pushing all the buttons on the little doll all the time! So often, her Dad encouraged her to play with it outside so he and her Mom could catch a break from the repeated button sounds. 

Cindy then headed over to Mt. Crumpit, and knocked on The Grinch’s door. The grinch smiled and invited her in. “What’s this doll you have?” The Grinch asked. 

Cindy proudly played the different buttons on the doll, showing him what every button does. “I got it from Santa!” 

“That’s wonderful!” The Grinch said with a smile. Though, it was unclear if this smile was forced, or genuine. Was The Grinch annoyed to see such a noisy doll in Cindy’s little hands? Or was he genuinely happy to see Cindy enjoying herself? No one could really tell you. If he was hiding his disgust, he was certainly hiding it really well. 

Cindy gave the belly another poke, and giggled when the doll laughed. “Hahaha! That tickles!” The doll declared. 

Cindy laughed harder and looked up at Grinch. “I’m tickling her!” She reacted, before looking at the doll. She poked it again. “Hahaha! That tickles!” The doll said again. Cindy giggled again, before looking at Grinch and poking him in roughly the same spot. “Tickle!” 

The Grinch couldn’t help himself: He jumped and put up his hands in arrest, almost like it was a gun that poked him rather than a finger. 

Cindy looked up at Grinch, confused. “What?” She asked. 

The Grinch looked to the side. “Uuuh…” He mumbled. 

Cindy looked at the doll’s belly…then at the Grinch’s belly. 

Then, Cindy gasped. 

The grinch widened his eyes at this. Uh oh…

She smiled brightly! 

He could feel little droplets of sweat dripping down his hairy, flat forehead. 

And lastly, she squealed and dropped the doll! “GRINCH IS TICKLISH!” Cindy declared, grabbing Grinch’s leg and hugging it tightly. “Grinch is ticklish! Grinch is ticklish! Grinch is ticklish!” Cindy declared. 

“No I’m not!” Grinch lied. 

“Then what’s this?” Cindy poked his belly again, causing a grunt and a hiccup to leave the Grinch’s mouth. 

The Grinch widened his eyes and slowly looked at Cindy. And Cindy had this big, mischievous grin on her silly, little face. A grin that was both adorable, and fear-inducing at once! 

“Grinch is ticklish!” Cindy grabbed Grinch’s one leg, and pulled it out in front of him. Grinch eventually lost his balance and fell onto his back. With the Grinch now on the ground, Cindy happily crawled onto the Grinch and started skittering her tiny fingers all over the Grinch’s belly and sides. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!” Cindy teased. 

“Wahahait- CIHINDY NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA!” Grinch bursted out cackling and laughing right away. His laugh was almost manic! And yet, it was the most non-grumpy she’s ever seen him! ever! 

Cindy giggled at his crazy laughter and just kept tickling him. “You’re so ticklish! More ticklish than me!” Cindy declared next. 

“IHIHI’M NOHOHOT!” Grinch argued. 

Cindy giggled into her hand and took in a big breath. She blew a big raspberry onto his fluffy belly, sending him HOWLING with laughter! “BAAAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAhahahaha!” Grinch laughed like the world depended on it. 

His strong, loud laughter echoed its way through the Mountain, and out the windows into the whole town of Whoville. Almost everyone with good or bad hearing, could hear the Grinch’s manic cackles and genuine laughs echo throughout the whole town. And…the who’s smiled at the idea of the grumpy ol’ Mr. Grinch, laughing himself utterly silly. They all seemed to enjoy the sound of his laughter! And when the laughter stopped, they almost all frowned with sadness in unison…because that may be the last time they would ever hear him laugh for a long, long time. 

But thankfully for those who’s, Cindy wasn’t done her little tickle attack quite yet…

I also want to take a moment to remember those fighting in the war right now. I want to remember those who are alone on Christmas. I want to remember those who are struggling with mental/physical health issues this year. I also want to remember those who are struggling to make ends meet during the Christmas holidays. And lastly: I want to remember those who have lost someone just before Christmas either this year, or in the past. Christmas can be a wonderful time, but it can also be a painful time for many. So even though I don't understand what it's like being in your situation, I still hope you find some hope and peace today. Cause despite our separate religions, our diverse ethnicities, our social classes, and our past...The world can collectively agree that being treated with respect and love is encouraged and appreciated.

[creepy-feathers]

Okay y'all, I see a lot of people listing off various t-word scenes in movies/books, yet they always somehow manage to leave out my favorites?? Like does nobody know they exist or something?

Well anyway. I'm here to fix that.

There is a really good one in Love Comes Softly (the movie, idk if it's the same in the book), and I can't give a timestamp cause I haven't watched it in forever, but it's after Marty has had her baby. A short chase scene, then the magic happens.

The Vow, and oml this movie is a gold mine. A literal. Gold mine. The best ones happen within the first fifteen - twenty minutes (if I'm remembering correctly), and last several seconds. Here's a mind blower - it is openly said that Paige (the girl that receives it) likes to be tickled, so her husband does it often. I was so happy, even though my mom was in the same room, like I could barely contain the euphoric laughs I wanted to release while watching it.

Liar Liar. Yes, the Jim Carrey movie. There's a short one at some point in the beginning (again, haven't watched it in years but these scenes stay in my memory), in which a father pulls out "The Claw" and gives his son a good laugh, and right before the credits roll, it's heavily implied that tickling is happening behind the walls of the house we can no longer see.

RV, and this is pretty similar to Liar Liar, in which case a dad is shown tickling his kid - a little girl - this time. If I recall, it doesn't last more than a couple of seconds, but still cute all the same.

Pixar - A Bug's Life, Toy Story, Up, Inside Out, Ratatouille, Cars 2. If I'm leaving any out, please let me know. Most of these are brief (what one would probably expect) but I wrote them down anyway.

Disney - Jungle Book, Beauty and the Beast, Little Mermaid 3, Alice In Wonderland, Lilo & Stitch, Tarzan 1 and 2, The Rescuers: Down Under, Bridge To Terabithia, etc. This kinda bums me out, as Disney often included tickle scenes in their movies back then, but they don't anymore. At least we have nice ones to look back on!

Annihilation, and this is honestly one of my all-time favorites. There's only one, from what I remember, but it's so good! Basically Natalie Portman and her hubby are laying in bed together, and (I think?) she says some sassy remark and it prompts him to tickle her.

Coraline. So the producers actually included this scene in the trailer, and I was probably eleven the first time I saw it. The moment I did, I was urging my family "yeah, it looks like a good movie! Let's watch it!" so we did. It was awesome. Also, I will shamelessly admit that I want my own Snap Dragons.

My Little Pony. Okay, I know this isn't a movie or book, but it's still worth mentioning, most notably  "The Magic Duel", "Just For Sidekicks", and "It's About Time".

Ride the Wind by Lucia St. Claire Robinson. This book is absolutely full of beautiful tickle scenes, and if you're willing to deal with the tragedy and brutal nature of its characters' culture, you will be pleasantly surprised. My favorite one happens over the halfway mark, but there are plenty to keep you satisfied 'til then :) Just keep in mind that this story is not a light-hearted one, so if you decide to read it, prepare to sob. A lot.

Dragon Tails. This is another children's show that would showcase tickling a lot. In every other episode, I'd say - there was even one about actual tickle monsters, and one that had a flower that tickled you, so that was a gleeful time for my kid self.

This one is exceedingly random and I swear I just remember tidbits because I was like four, but there is a short scene in ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: The Movie’. I literally have no clue when, or where, or who it happens to, but I know it does happen. That was like half the reason I was so obsessed with that movie when I was little XD

Be More Chill, the recording with the original cast. It’s like a two-second scene but I swear it looks like Michael reaches over and tickles Jeremy, hence why the latter reels away the way he does. I’m unconvinced it’s anything less than that, and maybe that’s just cause I’m obsessed with the idea of Michael being a super physically affectionate (yet still mischievous) lil’ bean, but I digress. This is the video, and the timestamp is roughly 26:12. 

Little Monsters. Despite how stupid this movie may be, it was still a large portion of my childhood, and I recently went back and watched it. I rediscovered a very solid tickle scene that I somehow never recalled between Brian and his father. It was very cute and I was pleasantly surprised. It’s around the first half, I think? When Brian stays in Eric’s room the first time.

Does anyone remember that holiday Barbie movie? The one where Kelly doesn’t wanna go to a charity ball cause she wants to spend Christmas Eve at home instead and her big sis tells her all these old stories to lift her spirit? Well anyway. at the VERY beginning of the movie, she’s hiding, and Barbie sneaks up behind her and gives her a playful tickle. I remember it specifically, because I watched it on repeat when I was a kid with the dopiest grin on my face. It was the simplest scenes that made me the happiest lol. Barbie In A Christmas Carol was the name of it.

These are all I can think of at the moment, though I will probably be adding more eventually! It just annoyed me how so many great scenes were being missed out on because nobody remembered/knew about them. So here they are! I hope I informed you~

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

MY SHAYLA..💔

MY SHAYLA..💔😭

[your-nanas-house]

The 2nd of December (reindeer)

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

Warnings: fluff

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Summary: Reindeer

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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They had heard that name 'Rudy' so often, the ginger never shut up about this supposed person who lived with him at the circus, a friend or something.

Theo had managed to find her and send Tabitha to kidnap her, finding her at that moment in the dining room looking around confused.

The man approached quietly taking her by surprise "You must be Ruby" at the sound of that name the girl blushed giggling embarrassed "Jerome..." she turned at the sound of footsteps that were so familiar to her "I heard my name!" "Did you have to get me kidnapped to see me again, Romie?"

Jerome's eyes went wide at the sight of his best friend running up to her and pulling her up into a hug laughing as he jumped around the room "Rudy!!! What are you doing here!? I thought you were at the circus" she giggled, hugging his neck "Oh I was, then I found myself here".

When he put her down she was able to get a better look at Jerome, she spun him around as she smiled impressed "Tell me again why you and your hot ass haven't come to see me yet" the ginger laughed before giving a smirk hugging her hips tighter to himself purring "Uh... just waiting for you, little reindeer," he winked at her smiling when he heard her burst out laughing, silencing his laughter by connecting their lips for a quick kiss, intensifying the second one causing her to be pinned against the table, ignoring the presence of Theo or the others who had just entered.

Jerome's numerous kisses diminished when he heard Greenwood's voice "Aren't you going to introduce us to your friend?" He turned around moving Y/n in front of him hugging her from behind "it's Rudy! Isn't she beautiful!?" Barbara continued to look at her moving closer starting to play with a strand of her hair "prettier than the ginger told" she smiled amused "He mentioned me? Did you miss my company that much, little carot?" The woman made an incredulous noise going to sit down "He hasn't closed his mouth since we were in Arkham..did you say your name was Rudy?" the girl giggled from the tickle caused by the ginger's face hidden in her neck "I never said that, my name is Y/n, Rudy is the nickname Romie gave me when we were kids" Arnold sat down looking at them "nickname?" they nodded and Jerome quickly sat down taking her in his lap "it was a day like any other day at the circus-".

And it really was, a day like any other, in winter; the wind was blowing cold and little snowflakes were falling but the two kids didn't feel the cold too caught in their exploration.

They had seen some animal footprints that could have been of a reindeer and they wanted to go look for it.

They had been out all morning, lost in the woods following the footprints, still determined to find the animal when they came to an enclosure where there were three reindeers; the first to approach was Jerome followed by Y/n. They couldn't get very close but they managed to feed them, staying there all afternoon.

"You know what?" The girl shook her head and he smiled in amusement pointing out that her nose always turned red when it was cold "I found the perfect name...Rudy! Like Rudolph because your nose is red!" He burst out laughing, ending on the ground in the snow with her after getting a snack from his best friend, taking her down with him.

"So Rudy for the red nose when it's cold?" The two nodded exchanging a look before bursting out laughing at the thoughts of their childhood memories.

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[diavolosthots]

Could I get a fic where MC insists on celebrating Christmas in the human world with Solomon, if that's okay? Just something cute and cuddly, I hope I'm doing this right! (๑•﹏•)

Ah yes I was so carried away with this one !!! I'm super excited for you to read it

THIS IS PURE FLUFF AND I WANT IT

A White Christmas ( SOLOMON X GN!READER FT. LUCIFER )

You’ll never forget Lucifer’s shocked face when you told him you wanted to spend Christmas with Solomon. Mentally, he didn’t know whether he should be upset at the part that you celebrate christmas, the fact that you didn’t want to spend it with him and his brothers, or the fact that you did want to spend it with Solomon. Really, it was kind of funny to see his face go through so many emotions at your words; shock, confusion, mild anger, and back to confusion. “I just thought that, since I doubt demons celebrate such a rather… religious holiday, I could at least spend it with another human.” Lucifer stayed silent for a while, looking at you but not actually at you. 

“You can still celebrate it here, no?” Yeah, of course you could but… not really, when you think about it. The Devildom is so different and it didn’t give you that holiday feeling. “Well… no. There’s no snow, no decorations, no christmas music. As much as I hate to say it, there’s not even the stressful yet kind of cool experience of christmas shopping, or meeting Santa at the mall, or dancing in the kitchen to Michael Bublé while you make cookies shaped like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.“ You could see that the minute you mentioned meeting Santa, you had lost Lucifer completely and he gave up with a, kind of hurt, sigh. “Fine, I will talk to Lord Diavolo.” Of course, you gave Lucifer a hug for that, which he refuses to admit he actually liked. 

That was a couple of weeks ago and Lord Diavolo agreed to set his two exchange students free with the promise of you and Solomon not only bringing him christmas cookies, but also taking tons of pictures together. “It’s so nice to feel something other than the hot Devildom air.” Solomon had said the minute you two were met with the cool Winter breeze of the Human World. You had agreed then, enjoying the cold December around you and watching your breath fog up in the air. It was lovely to walk through the streets with him, doing human things, and buying Christmas stuff for his house. You really didn’t know how you ended up at his house but you never protested and it was nice to see a glimpse into his life. 

Either way, you were especially glad now to have four walls around you as you entered the small home, settling down bags and shaking the snow off from your shoulders. Solomon’s laugh erupted from behind you, “already tired of the white christmas?” It was a tease on his end, you could tell, only giving him a slight eye roll in response as you took off your coat and hat, “no… I just forgot how absolutely brutal snowstorms are.” He smiled softly, taking out a few snowflakes from your hair with his fingers, feeling them melt as they touched his warm skin. He was always so unusually warm, you noted early on, but you actually didn’t mind. Especially not when he offered to share his warmth late into the cold Winter nights. 

“Here, let’s get warmed up.” You watched him move through the house, taking some of the fire wood from beside the fireplace to put them in. For a moment, you just stared at him. You watched his hands move, working to turn on the fire that would warm you up as the storm outside picked up. It was a soft moment, to you, one you felt like you could see repeat forever. “Solomon…” It was but a whisper of his name and he almost didn’t catch it, ending up with a smile and a soft, “hm?” but you only shook your head, smiling yourself as if to break the spell, “nothing, sorry.” 

It was his turn to stare now, just looking up at you from where he was crouching in front of the well lit fireplace now. Suddenly, he started to grin, standing up and pulling you into his side almost too roughly, “what? You’re not admitting your undying love for me in front of this fireplace?” Your heartbeat quickened at the words, scared he knew what you were actually thinking, although you doubted it. “Shut up, mon.” Mon. It was a nickname you gave him one day, only meant friendly and for teasing, but after a while you noticed that you liked the French meaning more; “my”. Your what though? Friend? Potential lover? Or just another person you know?

His laugh resonated in your ears now, turning toward the window. The world outside was turning dark; you could barely make out the snow falling against the window and if it weren’t for the snowflakes collecting there, you would’ve never known the storm that was raging out there. A tug pulled you back into reality. Solomon had leaned down to turn on the Christmas tree. You loved seeing the lights spring to life, the few presents beneath being illuminated by different shades of red and blue and yellow. His house was kind of gloomy on most days, so you decided that colored lights would be best for the tree, and how could he deny you?

Another tug notified you of Solomon’s position on the floor, legs crossed as he patted his lap, “come sit.” You only nodded at him, finding comfort against his chest as his arms wrapped securely around your waist, both of your gazes turning to the dancing flames. It was calming, to just sit here and stare into the fire, forgetting that there was something angry going on outside. You could feel Solomon’s chest rising and falling against your back, his head resting on your shoulder as the smell of your shampoo reached his senses. 

It’s amazing to him how much comfort he found in you. Just a simple moment like this completely set him at ease, and he always wondered if the stars had just brought you together like that; if, on some level, you were just meant to be. “(Y/N)...” this time it was your name being softly whispered against your ear, his arms tightening around your waist in a squeeze, “sometimes I think… I would just like to stay here. With you. Just us two. Maybe we can forget about the Devildom; the brothers and everyone else. I feel content like this, like I would want every day to be like this… maybe we should just stay.” His confession through you off guard, his words sinking into your mind, heart, and soul. 

To an extent, you had thought of the same thing. To just be here, and enjoy life like you were meant to, as humans. To have every Christmas be like this; for every snowy day to be spent in front of a fireplace. You felt at home, here in his arms, which were keeping you flush against him. His breath tickled your ear as your own fingers traced patterns over his arms. 

You turned your head, making him lift his own from your shoulder. “I would like that…” a confession of your own, he noted. A glint of love was reflected in his eyes at your words as your own eyes flickered between his and his lips. The moment felt almost too surreal, but you managed to close what little space was left to kiss him. Maybe not under a mistletoe, but it was definitely a kiss worth remembering.   

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Remus Lupin x Reader

Request? - No, but it's for @whack-ed and @jamilelucato 's #averyharrypotterchristmas

Summary - You and Remus wear a matching Christmas Costume to a costume party

Trigger Warning -

Dating Remus was probably one of the best decisions you ever made in your entire life, especially during the holidays.

This was due to the fact that he always went along with your elaborate holiday plans, going Christmas shopping hand in hand, learning how to ice skate and inviting the rest of the Maurauders, a muggle movie Christmas night, all of it.

Although, your most recent idea needed a bit on convincing, seeing as how you wanted to throw a Christmas Costume Party, inviting all of your friends from Hogwarts. The only issue is, the costume part. You had wanted the two of you to dress up as The Grinch and Cindy Lou Who, but your spouse did not want to find himself in an all green suit for most of the night.

"Bub, pleaseeee." You begged, following him around your house as he searched for his book. The exact book you had hidden from the man, having told him that very fact a few hours ago. "Love, where is my book?" He sighed, turning to look at you. "I told you, I hid it. You're not getting it back until you agree to have the party!" You said, your face pulling your best puppy dog face.

You watched as his wall slowly broke, the longer he looked at you. "Fine, fine! But if one person tells me I look stupid, I'm changing!" He said, eyeing you. "Deal." You walked over to the kitchen, changing the vase back into the book he was looking for, smiling up at him. "I knew that looked new." He mumbled, walking off.

You spent the next few hours writing to each of your friends, inviting them all over for the party. Once you got confirmation from a few of them, you began the prep. Remus assisted you in your cleaning, but moved into the room you shared to change into his costume. Once the batch of cookies was out of the oven, you followed suit, moving into the bedroom.

"You look so good!" You yelled, stopping in your tracks as your eyes met with the tall man. "It fits you so well!" He blushed, rolling his eyes. "I don't like the mask." He groaned, tossing it onto your bed. "That's okay, I can put makeup on you." Before he could protest, you sat him down to change his face into that of the grinch. Once he was ready and yourself in your own costume, the both of you prepared the final touches until your friends began filing in.

A few of your single friends came in as reindeer, smiling at the two of you, Sirius soon coming in as Santa. "Hey! I knew it would work!" He laughed, watching as a few of the girls turned red. James and Lily soon came in as Buddy the Elf and Jovi, smiling at you and Remus.

"This is a great idea!" Lily spoke as the two of you went into the kitchen to grab more cookies. "Thanks! It took a bit to convince Mr. Grinch over there, but I'm glad I made his heart grow." The two of you laughed at your stupid joke before wandering back into the living room, seeing the boys talking.

You walked over to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head onto the man's chest. "Well, I gotta give it to you, y/n. If anyone is gonna get Moony in a costume, it's you." Sirius spoke, winking at a girl walking past dressed as Comet. "Well, he looks quite handsome in green, I figured it was the best bet." You reached up to kiss his cheek, the faux hair tickling your nose. "Although, he isn't the best to kiss as the grinch." Remus turned towards you, taking your face in his hands before he pressed multiple kisses to your face, running the hair along it in a tickling manner.

"That's for making me dress up as a gosh dang grinch."

You both laughed, enjoying the night in each other's hold as your friends partied the night away. Eventually, everyone left your home, bidding the both of you a goodnight, a Merry Christmas, and leaving a small gift for you both, taking the one you gave them.

You turned to look at the man before you, having just watched Sirius leave with one of the reindeer. "Well, see, it was fun!" You exclaim, moving into his arms.

"It was, I won't deny that. But, love?" He asked softly, his warm gaze staying on you.

"Hmm?" you asked softly, rubbing your nose into his chest.

"If you don't get this stuff off of my face soon, I will kiss you until your face is as red as rudolph's nose."

[peakywitch]

Mistletoe - John Shelby

Hello! Let’ begin with the Christmas aks! This one was “mistletoe x john x love interest”

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warnings: none, i tried my best to keep angsty mar away and asleep

words: 791

asked: yes, but i lost the ask thing

The Christmas market was the best, especially for those who sold cookies. Because everyone knew the Shelby troop adored cookies. So it was no surprise for the sellers to see five kids running around with big smiles and screaming in laughter every year. But now, there were seven of them, because Tommy and Ada had their own kids who loved Christmas as much as their cousins.

“Charlie! Karl!” John’s kids kept on screaming while running up and down the street.

“Dad, can we take one cookie for auntie Pol? She likes chocolate.” asked Alice, who was being held by her dad.

“And what flavour does daddy like, eh smart girl?” he answered with a smile, kissing her forehead.

“He loves poopy cookies.” she answered, giggling and burying her face on John’s neck crook when he started to ticklish her slightly.

“You are lucky I love you, you little snowball.” he said while tickling her.

“Dad, look!” one of the boys screamed, catching his eye.

“Ben don’t yell too much, there are people here!”

John Shelby was a whole comedy to be seen when he was with his kids. He had his hands full, but he never frowned.

He got closer to where his son was standing, and he saw a tree ornament: Rudolph the reindeer as a tree ornament.

“Can we buy it, please? Please?” he begged, pleading with his hands and eyes.

“Ben, we have a lot of them.” He wanted to go home, watching over the kids alone for more than five minutes destroyed him.

“Dad, please please please?” he continued “Plus, Alice broke my Santa ornament, and it would look good on the tree.”

“Ben, I told-” he began but got interrupted.

“Since when does John Shelby say no to little kids?” a voice behind him asked, making him jump.

He turned around, trying to stay on his feet and not ending with his face against the snowy floor. Then he saw her:  the girl who he would have killed to get married with.

“Y/N!” screamed Alice, and tried to jump out of John’s arms. She extended her arms and hugged the little girl.

“But isn’t this the most beautiful girl in Small Heath!”

He smiled, she always knew how to help.

After a little bit of a chat and cold noses, the marketers who started to organize their merchandise into the boxes reminded John he wanted to know how long she was staying this time.

“It depends on what Small Heath offers me this time.” she smiled.

“Then Alice interrupted the conversation.

“Did you write your letter to Santa?” the little girl asked, being curious on whether the woman she adored so much had asked for a Christmas gift.

The girl kept Y/N entertained as John got his troop together.

“Ok now, Alice, time to let Y/N go.” he got back his kid and the kids walked home altogether, not waiting for their dad.

“C'mon, I’ll walk you home. Like in the old times.” he said, knowing his kids were safe together.

They started to walk, watching as a little bit of snow started to fall down.

“Why don’t you come with us? I mean, tonight. I can pick you up by seven, I know Polly and Ada would be more than delighted to have you at the party.”

“A party?” she asked once again “Since when do Shelbys throw parties for Christmas?” John laughed.

“Times changed, you know? Things are so different now...Tommy is married!” she smiled at John, who was speaking without breathing.

The Shelbys were throwing a party for Christmas, who would have thought?

“Is it for business or is it a legitimate Christmas party?” she cheekily asked, knowing the Shelby ways.

“If we call a little bit of Mistletoe here and there business, then yes.” he smiled and winked his right eye playfully.

“Then I will be careful with you tonight, Mr Shelby. I’ll try to stay away from you and run.”

They loved to flirt with each other, but they were too scared to make a move. John knew if he had her, he would eventually lose her.

“Oh, but since when do you run from me?”

“Stop it.” she laughed, friendly pushing him away from her.

They reached her house after a few minutes, which went by rapidly when they laughed.

“So, get ready. I’ll pick you up at seven, get ready.” he smiled. “Bring your lipstick. Because I don’t know about you, but we take Christmas customs very seriously.”

“You keep on dreaming about your Christmas kiss, John. I like your enthusiasm, you might accomplish your goal one day.”

He started to walk away, and then turned around before she entered the house and screamed:

“Red lipstick is my favourite!”

[renaerys]

PPG One-Shot: Mall Santa (Boomer/Mike and Brick/Blossom)

Summary: To earn a little extra cash over the holidays, Brick, Mike, and Boomer agree to help out their buddy Todd at a Mall Santa gig. Shenanigans ensue.

This one is for @snailbutters, @genovah, and @hanaokm. Merry Christmas and happy holidays! Enjoy some Boomike, Blossick, and Capri Sus on me. 

[Cross-posted to AO3]

xxx

There were a lot of things Todd needed: a haircut, for one. His black hair was getting too long for gel and it was really pushing the boundary between greaser sexy and sad trash hobo. Money, for another. But like any other 21-year-old townie with a high school education and two restaurant jobs, he always needed money.

A new best friend, for yet another.

“I’m not your best friend,” Brick snapped as he tied a black tie around his neck. He needed to leave in ten minutes if he was going to be early for his dinner meeting with Oliver Morbucks.

Todd put a hand over his heart like it might fall out of the wound Brick’s words had stabbed there. “Dude, of course you are. I’m totally sorry if I ever gave you the wrong idea.”

Brick grimaced so hard he was sure he’d end up constipated. “No, you idiot. I know you think I’m your best friend. You’ve never shut up about it, even after we graduated high school. I’m pretty sure the whole fucking Peninsula knows it the way you go around shouting it when you’re blasted.”

Todd looked like he’d just received news that his favorite nana wasn’t dying of cancer after all. “Oh, cool. For a second there I thought I really hurt your feelings. You know you’re kinda sensitive, right?”

Oh god.

“What do you want, Todd? I have a really important meeting and I’m not missing it for your bullshit.”

Brick checked his reflection in the bathroom mirror in his one-bedroom apartment in downtown Townsville. It was a shitty hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but Brick was used to squalor. His break was coming, he could feel it. If tonight’s meeting went over well, he’d have a more steady revenue stream and, more importantly, the connections and clout the Morbucks name brought to open doors. All the long days at Red’s Auto Shop saving and scraping by would finally pay off, and just in time for Blossom to graduate from college. It was perfectly planned, meticulously manipulated, all down to this last pivotal dinner.

“Cool, no big deal! I just need to know if you’re free this weekend.”

“Free to do what?” Brick indulged him, because Todd was one of the few people on this planet who wasn’t 100% intimidated by his very presence.

“To help me with this Mall Santa gig I got. Harry Pitt was supposed to be my number two elf, but he ate some bad prawns and they had to, like, airlift him to Citiesville General.”

Brick stopped everything he was doing and glared at his second-to-best friend, which was a key fact because second was not the same as first. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I know, right?” Todd knew his way around Brick’s embarrassingly small bathroom, opened up the hair wax, and fixed Brick’s styling job. “Dude always had a weak stomach, you remember. But you don’t fuck with bad prawns. I mean, obviously.”

Brick swatted Todd’s hands away and checked his reflection. It was definitely an improvement. “Not that; the Mall Santa thing, obviously!”

“Oh, yeah. So you’ll help me out?”

“Fuck no.”

“Aw, Briiiiiiick,” Todd whined.

Brick grabbed his dinner jacket from the closet barely big enough to fit a small, starving child. Todd, who had latched onto Brick in the seventh grade like a goddamned barnacle and never let go no matter how hard Brick tried to push him away, followed. “Not if you paid me.”

“You’ll get paid! It’s $20 an hour!”

Brick hesitated over the threshold. “That’s higher than minimum wage.” It was higher than his hourly rate at the garage too.

“Seasonal gigs, man. That’s how you win.”

“It’s seriously fucking not.”

Todd, one of three people in the universe who actually cared about Brick on a personal level even though he wasn’t obligated by blood, made his blue eyes big and wide in a way that reminded Brick of Puss-n-Boots from Shrek, Todd’s favorite movie. “C’mon, bruh. Do your bestie a solid? Just this once? I really need the money and they won’t let me keep the gig without two elves to fill in. So please? Pleeeeeeease?”

And Brick, former scourge of Townsville, a Super with the power to literally raze the planet if it so much as tickled his fancy, and the dictionary definition of the boy every father dreads his perfect, pretty little girl falling for against her better judgment, cracked like an egg.

“For fuck’s sake,” he groused. “Just text me the time and place and get out of my face already.”

Todd punched the air with both fists. “Yes!! Oh, hell yes! I love you so much, dude.”

“Blow me.” Brick checked his watch. Shit, now he was merely on time.

“I’d consider it an honor,” Todd said, probably literally serious.

xxx

Boomer rolled glitter on his cheeks and around the edges of his dark blue eyes with the help of a compact as he huddled behind the North Pole set on the first floor of the Townsville Mall. When he was satisfied that he sparkled like the tinsel-festooned Christmas trees in Santa’s twelve-by-fifteen-foot “forest” themselves, he discreetly re-emerged just as the latest child slid off Santa’s lap.

“Merry Christmas, Dan!” bellowed a red and white-clad Todd behind an enormous, curly beard. “Remember to brush your teeth!”

The little boy ran back to his parents, who were having a word with the photographer about purchasing a picture of their son on Santa’s lap. Before Boomer could follow them, Brick was quick to cut him off.

“Where the hell were you?” he demanded. Sour as an un-sugared plum in his festive, candy-striped elf costume, Brick may have absolutely intimidated the seven-year-olds waiting in line with their parents for a turn on Santa’s lap, but Boomer only allowed him a bemused smile.

“Why, I was making toys for the good little boys and girls who came to visit us here at the North Pole,” Boomer said in a raised voice. He looped his arm through his brother’s and let his power surge with enough force to turn Brick around and face the crowd that was definitely within hearing range. “Isn’t that right, Elf Mursten?”

Brick pushed back with inhuman force, but Boomer held his ground with a smile as bright as the glitter on his cheeks as a little girl in overalls trotted forward.

She giggled. “I like your hat.”

“Thank you!” Boomer gushed, and he tipped his pom-pom-topped cap. “And what’s your name?”

The little girl giggled again. “My name’s Alynn.”

“Well, Alynn, why don’t you step right up and take a seat on Santa’s lap? I’m sure he has a great present for a cool girl like you. Right, Elf Mursten?”

Brick glared medieval torture at him, and he managed a smile that showed too many teeth to be anything other than life-threatening. “Of course, Elf Buller.”

Boomer’s smile tightened.

“Ho ho ho! Come on over, Santa doesn’t bite,” Todd said.

“What a psychotic reassurance,” Brick said soft enough for only the Super brothers to hear.

“Hey, Brick?” Boomer said, just as softly. “Cheer the fuck up.” He gave his brother a bone-crushing squeeze around the arm and broke from him. Brick could be a sourpuss when he wanted to be (all the time), but he wouldn’t mess up Todd’s Mall Santa gig when he’d bothered to show up and actually put in the effort at all. Complain as he might about Todd’s exuberance, Brick had always come through for his best friend since the seventh grade.

Boomer, on the other hand, had been very happy to accept Todd’s offer to work the two weeks leading up to Christmas. The hours were reasonable, the pay was good, and Boomer loved children. It was easy money in between local shows he and his garage band had booked over the holidays.

Plus, the photographer had a nice rack.

“Okay, Santa, Alynn. Look over here and say ‘jingle bells’!” A flash went off, and Mike Believe stood to his full height behind the tripod he’d set up for the day’s pictures. Even in reindeer antlers and a bright, red-painted nose, Mike filled out every fold of his brown Rudolph outfit almost to the point of popping a button. His broad chest puffed out when he put his strong hands on his hips and grinned brightly like he wouldn’t pick anywhere else to be right now.

Their eyes met, and Boomer flushed and smiled like a fool.

When Mike winked back at him coyly, his heart leaped into his throat. Mike had gotten home from college just two days ago, but the three weeks he had off for Winter Break would surely fly by like they did every year, and Boomer was determined to spend every moment together.

A tug on Boomer’s green tunic drew his attention. “Can I take a picture with you? Please?” the little girl asked.

Boomer beamed and scooped her up onto his hip. “Of course you can. Hey, Mike? Can you take one of us, please?”

“You bet! Get in close, now.” Mike readied his camera.

“Oh, wait a sec. Why don’t you take this too?” Boomer removed his festive hat and put it on Alynn’s head. It was big on her, but she laughed happily.

They posed for the picture, and Boomer hugged her cheek to cheek.

“Thanks!” The little girl tried to give him his hat back, but he pressed it to her chest.

“You keep it. Merry Christmas. Remember to be good, okay?”

Alynn’s father was waiting with a hand for her to take when she ran back to him, yammering about how she’d met Santa and his super cool elf friend, and Boomer watched them go.

“You know you’ll have to pay for that hat,” Brick said.

Boomer sighed and ran a hand through his cornflower hair. “You know I look better without it.”

Brick frowned deeply. “Uh-huh.”

“If you keep frowning, your face will stick like that.”

“Moron.”

He always had to have the last word. Brick went to stack the empty boxes wrapped in bright, shiny paper, which was probably more productive than blowing up the entire display. Boomer left him to it. It was time for their mid-morning break, anyway.

Todd got up to stretch. “Man, who knew sitting could be so tiring, huh? Whack.” His phone buzzed, and he grinned when he saw the caller ID.

Boomer, however, had eyes only for Mike as the latter turned off his camera and put a sheet over the tripod to protect it. “Working hard, I see.”

When Mike smiled, his dark eyes crinkled in the corners. He had a face made for smiling. “Oh, you know. Just helping out some friends.”

Like Brick, Todd had asked Mike to help out behind the camera for this gig. Mike didn’t exactly need the extra cash given his lacrosse scholarship that covered his college expenses, but the three of them had been as thick as thieves all through high school no matter what Brick said when he was annoyed. No way was Mike going to bail on the chance to help out a bro.

“This is cute,” Mike said, running a thumb over Boomer’s sparkly cheek.

“If only I could convince Brick to wear some,” Boomer said, lacing his fingers in Mike’s as they shuffled to the side of the exhibit behind a blinking Christmas tree for a bit of privacy.

Mike chuckled. “That’ll take a Christmas miracle. But anyway, I don’t want to talk about Brick right now.”

Their kiss was soft and mostly chaste, considering the venue, but Boomer didn’t mind at all. He rose up on his toes to lean into his boyfriend’s superior height and smiled into their kiss. Even in the middle of the Townsville Mall with shoppers mere yards away, for a few seconds Boomer got lost in the fantasy of the forest and the snow drifts, bright lights and magic that came around only once a year and had always touched his heart in a way nothing else quite could.

“Babe! You got here quick!” Todd’s excitement and a small commotion around Santa’s throne drew the lovers’ attention, and Boomer reluctantly broke the kiss. His Super hearing quickly picked up on what was going on.

“What is it?” Mike asked.

Boomer smiled wryly. “That Christmas miracle you wished for. Come on.” He took Mike’s larger hand in his and pulled him back toward the front of the display, where Todd had scooped up a very small, very fashionable Asian woman in his arms.

“Oh my god, don’t do shits in front of the innocent children, Toddy.” Hana patted her high bun and smoothed out her oversized black jacket once Todd released her.

“Hey, I just missed you is all,” Todd said with a genuine smile like he had really, truly missed his girlfriend since this morning when they had last seen each other.

“You guys are too cute,” said Bubbles with a giggle. As usual, she was adorable in blonde twin tails and a holiday-appropriate sweater dress. Shopping bags hung from both her arms, also as usual.

“Right?” Hana said, her deadpan façade melting completely as she beamed at her closest friend.

“No contest.” Bubbles set down her small nation of shopping bags. “Oh! Hi, Boomer!” She dashed to hug him in a flash of blue, and he caught her easily. “Oh my gosh, I love your glitter. You look like a supermodel!”

Boomer laughed and hugged her back. “Thanks for letting me borrow it. I really owe you.”

“Don’t worry about it. Oh, but you definitely need some touching up. Here, let me just…”

Mike had wandered over to Todd and Hana. “Hey, Hana. Are you staying for the holiday?”

Hana shrugged. “Yeah, my art show isn’t until after New Year’s. You know, I’m always looking for more models.” She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Mike laughed. “I’m honored, but I’m really nothing special, honestly. You might try Butch.”

Todd guffawed. “Oh man, Butch is, like, one of her top models! She painted him for what, six weeks last summer, babe?”

“Seven,” Hana said, dead serious.

Mike smiled nervously. “That’s a lot of inspiration.”

“He is very inspiring,” Hana said, deader and more serious.

“That dude is goals,” Todd said, totally unironically.

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Mike said.

“Aaaaand done.” Bubbles stepped back to admire her handiwork. “Honestly? You’re the most beautiful elf the North Pole ever employed.”

Boomer snickered. “Don’t tell Brick that.”

“Don’t tell me what, now?” Brick emerged from his useless empty box stacking task, glitter-less and severely lacking in Christmas cheer.

Bubbles gasped, right on cue. “Brick! Where is your glitter? Get over here.”

Brick made a weird face. “What are you talk—hey!”

Bubbles all but accosted him with the glitter pen. Hana cheered and applauded, and Todd joined in because he liked to cheer and applaud in general.

“What are you—get off!” Brick shoved Bubbles hard, but a flash of pink caught her before she could crash into anything.

Blossom peered around her totally unfazed sister, a tray of lattes in one hand and her perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. “Brick,” she said.

Brick swallowed. “Blossom.”

She looked nice in leggings and a sweater dress that matched Bubbles’ style, except where Bubbles’ was white, Blossom’s was a scarlet that rivaled the shade of Brick’s eyes.

“I brought you guys coffee,” Blossom said, her eyes trained on Brick even as she held out the tray.

Mike took the tray before it could become collateral damage in whatever was going on between the two of them.

“Here you go.” Mike offered one to Boomer, who gratefully accepted it.

“Thanks!”

“I thought you weren’t getting home until tomorrow,” Brick said, as if he and Blossom were the only two people there.

“Change of plans,” Blossom said. “Problem?”

Brick seemed to remember what he was wearing and snatched his elf hat from his head. He bunched it up between his hands like that would hide his imagined shame. “It’s fine.”

It wasn’t fine, clearly. But it wasn’t Boomer’s place to intrude. He would have been extremely happy for it to end there, but sadly Blossom, like his brother, had a flair for the dramatic and an affinity for the center of attention.

She sauntered up to him and smeared the bit of glitter Bubbles had managed to draw on his cheek before he’d shoved her off. “Good,” she said, half an invitation and half a challenge.

Brick didn’t bend easily. Boomer knew his brother as well as he knew himself, and he knew Brick didn’t relent, never gave in unless he was well and truly beaten, which was rare. But he slackened now, lips parting and eyes falling. Even though his arms stayed stubbornly at his sides and he didn’t do something as scandalous as hold his girlfriend’s hand in public, he melted under her touch and attention.

“All right! Bloss, you’re back early! This is massive, like, supernova massive,” Todd said. “Hey, I know! Let’s throw a party at mine tonight! Brick said you weren’t coming back for another couple of days, so this is like a cool early Christmas present to all of us.”

Bubbles gasped. “Oh my gosh, yes! Let’s all go to Todd’s tonight, just like we used to. I’m calling Robin right now.”

“We can make it a real Christmas party,” Blossom said. Somehow, she’d gotten ahold of Bubbles’ glitter pen and now smeared a generous amount on Brick’s cheeks until he gleamed without suffering a nuclear meltdown. A Christmas miracle, indeed.

“You’ll wear the Santa suit,” Hana said. Demanded.

“Ho ho ho! You got it, babe.”

“That thing’s a rental,” Brick said. “And it’s, like, 75 degrees outside.”

“If he gets too hot, I’ll hose him down,” Hana said.

Brick smartly decided not to press her on that one.

“I like your elf costume, Brick,” Blossom teased. Maybe.

“I’m burning it as soon as I get paid,” Brick said.

“I thought it was a rental like Todd’s?”

He hesitated, trapped by his own logic, and she laughed softly and kissed the side of his mouth. Brick froze and played it off like it didn’t affect him, but his eyes were drawn to Blossom’s lips for the next six whole minutes. Boomer really didn’t get why he had to make everything so damn complicated.

“Hey, hombres, our break is up and I see a super cute kid waiting to sit on the softest lap in Townsville,” Todd said, sinking back onto his candy cane throne and patting his lap.

Brick visibly cringed.

“It could be worse,” Mike whispered to Brick. “At least this time we get to keep our shirts on.”

Boomer smiled at the memory of Todd’s last seasonal gig he’d roped Brick and Mike into over the summer. The shirtless carwash had admittedly been one of his more rewarding part-time jobs, and Boomer had the photo evidence to cherish the memory extremely fondly.

Blossom and Hana retreated behind Mike while Bubbles finished up her phone call with Robin and Brick admitted the next child on set.

“Welcome to the North Pole,” he said with all the cheer of an old tire. Nonetheless, his cheeks dazzled. “What’s your name, kid?”

She looked up at him but didn’t say anything. Boomer noticed her shyness and decided he better intervene.

“Hey there,” he said, taking a knee so he could be on her eye-level. “Merry Christmas.”

That alarmed her even more, and she hugged Brick’s leg.

“What the—” Brick put his hands up like he didn’t know what to do with them. “Great.”

The girl’s parents were busy talking to Mike about the picture packages and didn’t seem to notice what was going on.

“Uh,” Boomer said, ready to flag them down before the little girl got scared or started to cry. They’d been lucky this morning with only one child throwing a temper tantrum out of the tens they’d seen.

“All right, kid. I hope you have a good grip.” Brick floated off the ground with the little girl clinging to his leg and flew over to Todd’s throne.

Boomer was so flabbergasted by his brother’s gross disregard for this child’s safety in front of her parents that he was momentarily stunned where he kneeled. It was over in about two and a half seconds, with her parents none the wiser and the little girl still in one piece, miraculously. Brick peeled her off him and dropped her on Todd’s lap.

“Name,” Brick demanded. And then, reluctantly: “…To check you off the Nice List.”

The little girl looked up at him with wide-eyed wonderment, or maybe fear. “Morana.”

“Morana. Super. Tell Todd—I mean, Santa—what you want. And smile for the camera.”

Todd didn’t miss a beat and wrapped his arms loosely around her to hold her safely in place. “Morana, that’s a pretty name. Wanna tell me what you want for Christmas?”

Morana pointed at Brick. “That one.”

Brick turned as red as his messy man bun. Todd wheezed.

“Oh, yeah? Well, that one’s taken, but I bet I can get you a picture together. How ‘bout it?” Todd asked.

Boomer was up and moving in a blue flash. “That can be arranged.” He shoved his brother with a healthy burst of Super strength, and Brick all but fell on his knee next to Todd’s throne. Boomer waved back at Mike for the picture.

“Big smile now!” Mike said cheerfully, and snapped the picture.

“What the hell is up with these kids?” Brick asked when Morana skipped back to her parents and started chattering at them in a language Boomer didn’t recognize but assumed must be all good things from the way she grinned from ear to ear. “They get bolder every year.”

“Or you’re just getting softer,” Boomer teased.

“Yeah, right.”

Blossom laughed at something Hana said on a nearby bench, drawing both their eyes.

“Whatever you say, man,” Boomer said.

xxx

Todd’s party was a nostalgic and long-overdue affair later that evening. Unlike Boomer, who had to make do in a small studio apartment on the outskirts of Citiesville where the rent was more manageable and his commute didn’t matter when flying anywhere took only minutes, Todd lived in a big house he took care of for his often absent, globe-trotting parents. Blossom, Bubbles, and Robin had taken the initiative and strung up Christmas lights, while Boomer created and managed the playlist for the night. They had a good crowd with old friends from high school and new ones from work and college gathered for no excuse other than to have a good time.

Butch, Buttercup, Mike, and Todd had set up beer pong in the basement, where most of the festivities were taking place. As usual, the shit talking and macho bravado had soared to ludicrous heights.

“Come on, BC,” Todd goaded. “Money shot, right here.” He fluffed his Santa beard, the ends of which were damp with beer. Buttercup had one cup left to hit.

“I’m about to straight-up tea bag you with this ping pong ball, Todd, I swear to god.” Buttercup tried to focus on her aim after too many beers and the distraction of Todd’s stupid Santa beard.

“Do it, fucking do it,” Butch said, bobbing on the balls of his feet and slightly manic with the competition and holiday cheer, probably.

“I’m gonna fucking do it!”

“I don’t think you can fucking do it,” Mike said.

“Ohhhhh!” Butch hollered when Buttercup lost her temper and threw the ball too hard. It bounced off Todd’s beard and fell on the floor, leaving the last cup untouched.

“Mike, you cheater!” Buttercup shouted.

Mike burst out laughing.

“All riiiiight, the Toddster’s final shot. You filming, babe?” Todd asked.

Hana, across the table from Boomer, had her phone out and poised. “Kick their asses, Toddy.”

“Yeah, bring it on, Toddy,” Butch jeered.

“Oh, it’s about to be brought.”

“Oh god, please, you peaked in high school,” Buttercup said.

“Hey, he plateaued,” Mike said. “There’s a difference.”

“Just take the damn shot!”

Todd shot, hit the rim of the solo cup, and missed. Buttercup and Butch threw up their hands and whooped. They were still in the game, and the stakes were even higher now.

Boomer squeezed Mike’s arm in a silent excuse and went to change the music…only to find Brick and Blossom making out in the hallway like it was their last night on Earth.

The music was fine, he decided. No need to interrupt Brick and Blossom trying to fuse with the wall and face his brother’s cock blocked wrath. Discreetly, Boomer snapped a picture on his phone and texted it to Bubbles.

[Boomer: Shooketh]

Bubbles’ reply was lightning fast.

[Bubbles: More like shattered!!]

[Bubbles: Better get out of there before they catch you lol 💀]

After another hour (and Brick and Blossom’s reemergence from the wall in one piece with not a hair out of place because god forbid), Boomer and Mike decided to head out early. They went back to Boomer’s apartment, where a very excited Pomeranian welcomed them home.

“Hi, Pumpkin!” Mike brightened like the sun and scooped up his favorite girl, left in Boomer’s care while he was away at college. “Who’s ready for a walk?”

They walked Pumpkin and let her tire herself out running around the suburban neighborhood where it was too late at night for any cars to be out. A half hour later, they were curled up on the loveseat with Pumpkin snoozing in her fuzzy bed at their feet and an old black-and-white Christmas movie playing on low volume on the television.

“Hey,” Boomer said, lifting his head from Mike’s chest to look at him properly.

Mike set aside the hot chocolate he’d been drinking and pulled Boomer up by his waist. “Hey, you. What is it?”

Boomer smiled. It was silly, really. “It’s nothing.”

“Oh?” Mike returned his smile and leaned closer. He smelled like soap, a hint of chocolate, and something else that made Boomer want to bury his face in his neck.

“Just happy,” Boomer said.

“Really? I can’t tell.”

Boomer sat up a little higher. The neck of Mike’s old lacrosse jersey he wore dipped down his shoulder, too big on him and softer than a cloud. He pressed a chaste kiss to the underside of Mike’s jaw. “How about now?”

“Hm, nope, I don’t think I quite got that.”

Boomer threaded his fingers though Mike’s short, dark hair at the nape of his neck. Feeling coquettish, he gave his ear a nip. “How about now?”

Mike shifted on the couch and pulled Boomer’s bent legs onto his lap. His voice was as warm as the hot chocolate he’d been drinking. “I think I’m starting to get a vague understanding.”

Boomer laughed and painted a trail of kisses along Mike’s jaw, up his chin. He pressed a strong hand to his chest and put a little power behind it. Centimeters apart, he could taste the lingering heat of the hot chocolate on Mike’s breath. “And now?”

Mike’s eyes drooped and darkened. His hands slipped around Boomer’s waist, under the jersey, a silent entreaty. “I think you can do a little better than that, Angel.”

The secret nickname broke Boomer’s resolve, and he kissed his boyfriend full on the mouth with all the confidence and shamelessness he couldn’t give him that morning at the mall surrounded by children and their parents. Mike’s shirt soon found its way to the floor along with Boomer’s borrowed jersey. The loveseat was too short to accommodate Mike’s height comfortably, and after a few moments Boomer held him close and flew them to the bed in a flash.

“I’ll never get over how hot that is,” Mike said, breathless.

Boomer blushed, unable to help it. He was careful with his strength around Mike, but sometimes the X bonded to his bones pushed him to the raw, carnal boundaries of humanity. Mike’s hand on his cheek drew him out of those spiraling thoughts.

“I mean it,” Mike said. “I love that part of you. And I trust you completely.”

Words did not come easily, nor did they seem appropriate in that moment. Boomer bent to kiss Mike again and pull him as close as he could get. Wrapped up in the warm sheets and each other, Boomer’s silly little thought that he had never been happier grew and swelled to heights he never could have imagined before Mike. They lay there together, lazy and sleepy, as the credits of their forgotten holiday movie played on the television.

“One more semester,” Mike said, “and then I graduate.”

“I can’t believe you’re almost a college graduate,” Boomer said. “It feels like you left ages ago.”

“Four years is a long time, but it’s not forever. And you should get ready.”

Boomer looked up at him. “Ready for what?”

“To move, of course.”

“Move?”

“Hey, I love how cozy your apartment is, but I’m pretty sure Pumpkin would appreciate her own room once we’re living together full time.”

Boomer sat up properly. “You… You want to move in together? With me?”

“Of course! The only question is, where do you want to go?”

Boomer covered his mouth. Of course he had thought about getting a place with Mike, but that always seemed like the distant future. What if they didn’t stay together? What if the long distance was too hard? What if Mike met someone else at college? Brick didn’t talk about it much, but after a few too many drinks one night the year Blossom and Mike both left for college, he’d confessed how afraid he was that he would lose her forever. How can the old be exciting and fun compared to the amazing, new adventures she would be having?

But from the way Boomer had caught them all but absorbing each other at Todd’s tonight, Blossom seemed perfectly happy to keep him. And Mike…

“You’re serious,” Boomer said.

“I’ve never been more serious.” Mike took his hand and kissed his knuckles carefully. “I can’t wait to start our lives together.”

Boomer could have cried. He almost did. Life was hard, even for a Super like him. With endless bills to pay and the occasional monster to dispose of, sometimes he felt like he was being pulled in too many directions without anyone there to help pick up the slack. But this… This was his.

“Me too,” Boomer said. “And I don’t care where we go, as long as it’s together.”

“Well, cool. In that case, if you’re not opposed to it, was thinking farther north, like Metroville. There are some great photography jobs there that I want to apply for, and the music scene is bigger than it is here—”

“Yes! A hundred percent yes, let’s do it. When do we leave?”

Mike laughed. “June 1st, as soon as they hand me my diploma.”

Six months. It had a date now. Unthinking, Boomer threw his arms around Mike’s broad shoulders and hugged him tight. “I’ll mark my calendar.”

“It’s a date.”

Incidentally, they did not get much sleep the rest of that night.

xxx

I told myself I wasn’t going to do a ton of fluff, but damnit all, Boomike is SUPER CUTE and I couldn’t help myself. Let them have the happy ending they deserve. Thanks for reading!