#Panics 25 days of Christmas fics

[be-co-me]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Levi Ackerman

6.8k words

Summary: The day before Christmas Eve, you happen upon your new roommate's living room calendar and discover that his birthday also happens to fall on Christmas and after a drunken night of meeting his friends and getting to know each other better, also discover he doesn't have a family to spend Christmas with, so you offer him your own.

A/N: The more I wrote this, the more I hated it lol, but please listen to my favorite Christmas song before or while you read as it gives me the floaty happy feeling I desire this fic to have. It's Cold December Night by Michael Buble. Levi may be a bit OOC, but I wanted this ready for Christmas, so I didn't have much time to skim it over and fix things. Thank you for reading and please let me know your thoughts! This isn't yet edited so please don't mind any mistakes! The AO3 curse got me the past couple of days, so this is much more delayed than I would have liked it to be.

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You pulled the last of your packed moving boxes through the front door of your new residence, nudging the door closed with your foot as to not let anymore of the heat inside escape. You had been moving things in slowly the past week, the first few days unpacking consisted of larger and more important items and as the days passed, the less important items made their way into your new home. You let the heavy box cradled in your arms plop to the floor with a thud and sighed heavily, folding over to catch your breath. You quite literally felt a huge weight drop from your shoulders as you realized you were done moving. And not only was it the last box, but the last of your Christmas shopping.

Speaking of Christmas, you noticed the lack of Christmas decor adorning your new apartment. While the shared quarters still held a sense of home and comfort, the decor, you felt, was not up to par for the season near enough for your liking. You would have to ask your new roommate about it and see if you could put more up. You shrugged your winter attire off and made your way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. It would be a long night of wrapping presents and you could use all of the fuel your peppermint mocha had to offer.

As your Keurig sputtered your drink of choice out, you opted to change into comfortable clothes for the evening. When you reentered the kitchen, you grabbed the steaming mug off the machine and blew on the top of the drink, taking a small sip to test the temperature on your tongue.

As you did so, your eyes wandered the walls and found a relatively large calendar hung perfectly straight. You eyed the current date, December 23rd, and the following days, your eyes widening as you abandoned your warm mug on the countertop and made your way closer to the calendar.

Your fingers touched along the block that held 'Christmas Day' and your eyes roamed the calendar adorned in neat script and back to the unfamiliar scrawl that sat atop the block labeled 25.

'LEVI'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!' It read, in messy capital letters with an astronomical amount of exclamation points following the words. A quite ugly and cartoonish drawing of glasses sat underneath the script, the manufactured 'Christmas Day' scribbled out, and you assumed one of his friends had written everything inside the box. A feeling of panic set in. You had to get him something. It was his birthday. Did that explain the lack of Christmas decor? Does he despise Christmas?

At that moment, you heard a set of keys jingle outside and the click of the door unlocking. You quickly stepped away from the calendar and your hands encased your mug once again. You took another sip of the drink as Levi walked in, brushing snow off of his shoulders. You looked away, scrunching your face at the still boiling hot temperature of the mocha, cursing your awkwardness around the new man. His face adorned the same look, but only because of the cold.

His eyes met yours with a curt nod in greeting as he removed his shoes and he began walking towards the counter. He set his keys across the countertop and hung his backpack across the back of one of the high top stools lining the island countertop you currently leaned on.

"Sorry it's so late. I'm glad I didn't wake you up." he said, unzipping the bag and pulling his laptop out. You shook your head.

"I just got back as well! I finally have all of my stuff here now, so no more ruckus!" you responded hastily, opting to sip your drink once more. You hadn't yet engaged in many conversations with the man, only those around your mutual friend who shared your own college major, Isabel, who had suggested you as Levi's new roommate. But she wasn't here anymore to guide your conversation and it felt quite awkward.

"That's good to hear." he responded, fingers working to plug in the laptop's charger into the countertop. Something you hadn't yet noticed about the home, but you were glad it existed and were sure it would prove handy for late nights studying. You wondered if he had also felt awkward around you. That would have to end quickly if so.

You continued sipping at the drink in silence and watched as he worked, typing into the laptop. Maybe it would be a good time to retreat to your bedroom and give him his space to mitigate from work. Or make him a warm drink as well? Maybe try to strike up a conversation and get to know more about him? Or-

"Got any plans for the evening?" he asked, cutting your internal rapid firing line of questioning off. Your eyes met his own when he stopped typing. Your cheeks warmed at the steely grey's examining your expression. You quickly looked into the swirl of your drink.

"You're looking at them. Why? Got something in mind?" you asked, jumping at the opportunity to know more about him, or more specifically, what would be his fancy in terms of a gift or two.

"Hmm. I'm surprised Isabel didn't mention it. We're all going out in town tonight for a few hours." he responded, fingers reaching for his phone, also plugged in, and swiping it open. You were also surprised she hadn't mentioned so, but forgetful was one of her more endearing qualities so you were quite sure it wasn't on purpose.

"She's forgetful. I'm sure she meant to ask you about it though." he responded to himself. "So? Would you like to come?" he asked. His voice monotonous. He continued his work as you pondered the question and the task you would be abandoning for the evening.

You nodded, agreeing to go along, but now you would have to get ready. You'd have to give Isabel a call and see what the unspoken dress code of the evening was. You imagined if it went her way, you'd be quite dressed up for the night, which also meant freezing your ass off.

"I'll go get ready!" you responded. He nodded and turned his full attention back to his computer, finishing what you could assume was work for his graduate program he'd be starting the preceding semester at the university you would now also be a part of. You had met Isabel at a club meeting in your old college. An event all the universities had gone to. You had struck up a conversation with her, and were pleased to find she went to the same school you would soon be transferring to and it was history from there.

You pulled your phone from under your waistband, finding Isabel's contact as you closed the door to your bedroom. You set a coaster out onto your desk and set your drink down. You'd definitely need the fuel now. Or maybe the better idea would be to abandon it for water.

"Heeellllloooo?" a perky voice drew out the greeting. You smiled, shaking your head.

"Did you forget to tell me something?" you asked. A loud gasp rang over the other line and you took the phone off your ear in preparation for the yelling that was about to ensue across the other line.

"I'm so so sorry! I totally meant to tell you when Hange planned it! Shit! Did Levi tell you?" she asked. You nodded, laughing.

"Yes he did. Now onto more important details. What are you wearing? Is this more of a dressy going out or just comfy?" you asked, fingers sliding hangers over as you mulled over what you could wear for the evening in either option. You hated to not fit in with the theme.

"Hange wants us to dress up because it's Levi's birthday on the 25th! SHIT! That's another thing I forgot to mention!" she responded. This was a celebration. You felt guilty at not knowing the new man's birthday sooner. You chuckled despite the nervous thoughts that began to rapid fire your brain again.

"It's alright! FaceTime me so you can help me pick an outfit out!" you told her. You removed the phone from your ear, awaiting the video call and answering as soon as she called.

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Your outfit of choice ended up being much more short and showy than usual; an extremely short velvet cocktail dress and heels that matched the color, much to Isabel's pleasure. You wore your trusty black 'going out' trench coat as it went with everything and kept you as warm as you could be in a short dress.

You finished the minute details of your outfit, leaving your bedroom. You walked into the living room, eyes in search of your new roommate to see if he was ready to go.

He had also changed into something a bit more dressed up; a pair of slacks, dress shoes, a button up shirt, and a blazer. His steely grey's met your own, looking down and up before meeting your own again. You swore your caught the faintest tint of blushing to his cheeks.

"Won't you be cold?" he asked, turning towards the counter, taking ahold of his keys. You shook your head.

"This is my trusty trench coat, either it's never let me down or alcohol warms me up enough." you responded.

"Want me to drive? Or we could walk if you won't be too cold or uncomfortable." he responded. You could only nod before realizing you were given two options in the question.

"Walking is fine." you answered curtly. You made your way to the front door, opening it and stepping into the cold. He followed behind you, his hand meeting your own as he propped the door open. You quickly retracted your hand. Now it was your turn to blush, but at least you could blame it on the cold weather.

You heard the telltale click of the lock on the door and he stepped down the stairs in front of you, turning and offering a hand. You stood still, putting your hand up to take his own in hesitation.

"It would really suck if you fell down the stairs before we got there." he said. You laughed loudly, slapping your hand down into his own and beginning your descent down the stairs. You small talked about your days, his at work and university, despite the off season from the semester, and you about your moving and Christmas plans.

You made it to the first place of the evening, a fine dining restaurant. If this friend group was anything like the one in your hometown, then you'd get dinner first and then get wild at bars and hangout spots the rest of the evening and into early morning.

You weren't quite sure of what anyone looked like outside of Isabel, your eyes scanning the tables for a mop of pink hair, but you couldn't see above anyone even with your heels on, and the restaurant was what you would call 'packed', everyone eager to finish their drinking bouts with heir university friends before returning home to their families.

You looked to Levi, who also struggled to see over the top of patron's heads. His eyes widened lightly and then met your own. He nodded his head a certain direction and you began following him through the throng of people towards your destination, taking ahold of the sleeve of his jacket.

Once making it to the table, Isabel stood, beaming.

"This is the infamous new roommate I've been telling you guys about!" she shouted. You laughed, Levi taking a seat next to Isabel. You opted to take the empty spot next to him at the end of the table.

Isabel sputtered more facts about you to the group before someone cut her speech off, a lean blonde man with bright blue eyes.

"Please, introduce yourself. We at least need a name with the face." he said more politely so than Isabel, who now pouted. You laughed too, proffering your name and a few small details about yourself. Where you came from, what your college major was, although you were sure Isabel had already shared those facts for you in her eagerness to adopt you into the friend group, and more typical introductory details.

The server came around and asked drink orders. You went with your regular drink of choice, something that wouldn't get you drunk after one, but definitely not something to drink on all evening. Everyone else made their orders and you were surprised to find Levi had actually ordered something containing alcohol. Albeit, not much, but it was a start. Isabel had told you he wasn't much of the drinker with he exception of tea and the occasional coffee whilst studying together. Your elbow met his arm and his gaze quickly made its way over to you.

"I thought I heard you weren't much of a drinker?" you chided. He looked down to his hands, which sat clasped together atop the table, then leaned back in his chair, a hand brushing through his hair with a long sigh.

"Hange said if I didn't have some drinks tonight they would cancel the whole thing." he responded, irritation laced in his tone, a stone cold gaze now looking to the perpetrator. You laughed loudly.

"I'm sure that's not true." you responded as your drink was placed into your field of vision. You took a sip right away, savoring the way this restaurant made it. This may be the best variation of the drink you had drank before. You'd have to ask for the recipe they used if they'd give it to you.

As you sipped at your drink, you side eyed Levi, who hesitantly took a sip of his own. His nose scrunched and he stirred into the drink more with the cocktail straws, taking another sip, seemingly satisfied with how it tasted now. You engaged in idle chatter with the group, only ordering appetizers and splitting them all amongst yourselves evenly. You insisted you boot Levi's portion of the bill, but Erwin met that proposition with a strong and resounding 'No'.

After two drinks you began feeling warm for the evening, ready to shed your coat at the next location the night took you too. You only followed his friends, not sure what they had in mind. You were sure they had regular locations they frequented and such.

You walked behind the group next to Levi, noticing the silence between the two of you was much more comfortable than earlier in the evening at your shared home. You found yourself enjoying his company more and more so.

Isabel suddenly came up behind you, tossing an arm over your shoulders and the other over Levi's. You stumbled, laughing. As you regained your footing, you caught the heavy glare Levi pointed her direction.

"Can't yell at me tonight bro!" she shouted, laughing loudly. You laughed along, wondering how their dynamic would usually be in your absence. It seemed her lifelong dream may have been to get on every last nerve roaming through his body you thought, maybe even Hange too. You were almost certain they planned antics to annoy him together.

The group made their way inside the next location and the first thing you did was shed the stuffy coat, draping it across your arm. Christmas music boomed loudly across the speakers as it intertwined with the bar's usual playlist.

You followed the group as they made their way through groups of dancing people to a table tucked in the back corner of the bar. You sat your coat atop a chair, scheming how you would pay for all of Levi's drinks for the remainder of the evening.

"What would everyone like? I'll go grab it!" you asked the group as they attempted to make themselves comfortable atop the booth behind the table. You opened a note in your phone and began writing them down.

"I'll come with you. You can't carry it all." Levi announced, standing. You noticed his blazer now shed off as well, another button undone on his dress shirt. It was now your turn to eye him, down and up. When your eyes returned to his face, his eyes met your own with what you could swear was the faintest hint of a knowing smile.

You walked to the bar, grabbing ahold of his shirt sleeve once more as you followed. You squeezed between two people's shoulders and leaned against the bar to wait your turn for a server. You turned your head over both shoulders to find Levi, his hand perched to your left side on the bar and right on his hip. You felt safely encaged, like no one could hurt you. While he didn't stand much taller than yourself, he definitely held an intimidating aura, something you couldn't say was a quality of your own.

You quickly looked back to the bartender as they were ready for your order and leaned further, allowing them to see your phone's notepad as you explained your new friend's drink orders. She nodded, stalking off to quickly make the requested list and move to the next.

Once she returned, you began handing Levi drinks and carried four on your own, which you were quite impressed with. Maybe your old serving job was useful in some aspects. You carefully walked back to the table as to not cause a mess or drop anything.

"Alright. Here's Furlan's, Isabel's, Hange's, and Levi's." you recited, handing the drinks to each respective person and setting Levi's in front of the seat that held his jacket. You turned to grab the remaining drinks out of his hands, smiling as your eyes met his own. He wasn't one to smile nor show emotion much, always stoic, you noticed. You turned back and set your own drink next to the seat you had discarded your jacket in and also next to Levi's.

"And finally mine, Erwin's, Moblit's, and Miche's." you finished. You clapped your hands together and made your way to your seat after Levi made his way in.

After loud idle chatter about anything and everything, Isabel and Hange insisted that you come to the dance floor with them, and despite your considerable amount of protesting, you ended up in major defeat as both of them grabbed ahold of each of your arms, dragging you out of your chair.

You laughed as you danced with them in a circle, each of you holding one of the other two's hands, skipping around. Some of the classic club songs blared through the speakers and your last drink began creeping into your bloodstream. You laughed harder at the heinous dancing Hange managed to pull off, curled over with your eyes closed, laughing the hardest you think you ever had.

You felt a finger tap your shoulder and you straightened your posture, eyes meeting the perpetrator. Isabel leaned close to your ear, telling you the group wanted to take shots and you should head to the table. You nodded and followed behind her and Hange, all holding hands so you wouldn't lose each other in the now packed and large crowd.

You placed your hands atop the edge of the table as you reached it to steady your balance, laughing as you thought of a silly dance Hange had done on the dance floor, your gaze meeting Levi's. Despite his lack of emotion, he didn't seem to be having a bad time. He seemed the type to enjoy the company of his friends and be hellbent on not showing it.

Shot glasses full of bright red liquid were dispersed and you attempted to ask what it was. The overall consensus was that it was a Christmas themed drink. You shrugged and downed the shot after Hange's loud and enthusiastic countdown.

You returned to the dance floor, more of the group joining along, with the exception of Erwin and Levi, who remained chatting away at the table. You couldn't help it, but you found yourself gazing his way the entire evening. You wished he was the dancing type.

After another shot later in the evening, you all had decided to filter outside in search of your next location. You had also succeeded in paying for all of Levi's drinks, much to Erwin's dismay, who insisted paying the entire bill every place you went to.

You opted to not put your coat back on, allowing the cold weather to sober you. You couldn't help but smile as you watched the group. You hoped to become a permanent part of it.

You felt a nudge to your shoulder and looked towards Levi, his hands in his pockets as he walked. Your cheeks were warm and your smile grew wider as he encased his hands over your shoulders, rubbing lightly. You were a bit cold. Maybe he could tell? You had surrendered your coat to Isabel, who had forgotten her own at home.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked. You nodded eagerly.

"I should be asking you that question." you responded, nudging him back. He shook his head and you all opted for the last location of the evening to be a small coffee shop cafe, something they apparently did routinely after going out for the night. You never did get to finish your peppermint mocha earlier in the evening.

You walked up to the shop, ordering another of the aforementioned drink. Levi had opted for tea, and everyone else some variation of a hot chocolate or coffee. You filtered out of the door, allowing more patrons to filter in before hearing a screech and howling laughter that could only belong to one person behind you.

Your eyes turned to Hange, who pointed a finger curtly above your head, still laughing. Your eyes widened as they met the bundle of leaves and small white fruit hanging above you. Your eyes met the pair of also widened steely greys in front of you.

"You have to! It's bad luck if you don't!" Isabel shouted. Erwin and Moblit could only shake their heads at the antics of the two troublemakers, who doubled over howling with laughter.

What do you do? You don't want to reject Levi. Nor do you want bad luck during the incoming year. If anything, you currently wanted him to kiss you. You shrugged your shoulders and his eyes scanned your features, down to your lips and back to your own gaze. You wet your lips with your tongue unconsciously, stepping closer to your roommate.

And as if by chance, the cheesy Christmas music playing the entire evening filtered through the cafe doors as they opened. The line in the music gave you a sense of (false?) confidence, a sense of this being fated to happen in your tipsy state.

'So kiss me on this cold December night.'

You lightly placed your hands over his arms and his own met your shoulders hesitantly, circling his thumbs over them once more. His eyes scanned over your face once again, as if asking permission. You nodded, closing your eyes, and soon after felt a pair of warm plush lips capture your own. And like a ghost, they were there one second and gone the next.

You forgot about the group behind you, your eyes opening and meeting the pair in front of you. Your smile beamed once more, the group behind you hooping and hollering at the two of you. He really smiled for the first time that evening.

As you made your way home, the hands that were once shoved into his pockets now held a warm drink and your own warm hand in comfortable silence.

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You awoke to the smell of coffee wafting through the apartment. Christmas Eve, the day to wrap all of the presents you had meant to wrap the evening prior, a task that needed to be done before you left for your family's home.

You stretched yourself awake, abandoning your bed to make yourself not look such a mess before making your way into your shared living quarters. You eyed your phone, the time still quite early.

"Good morning Levi." you said, pouring yourself a cup of the still hot coffee. He muttered a good morning back to you, typing across the keyboard on his laptop once more.

"Got any plans for the day?" you asked him, elbows leaning atop the counter he currently sat on the other side of. His eyes met yours as he shook his head.

"You're looking at them." he responded, and you remembered your similar conversation the evening prior. Did he have no family to go home to? On his birthday? Maybe they lived close and he'd go the next day.

"How about you?" he asked, eyes still scanning the laptop screen. You shrugged.

"Wrapping presents and driving to my family's house. I haven't seen them in a while. I'm pretty excited." you spouted, rambling on about your family to him. You noticed halfway through he had stopped typing and removed his glasses, fully intent to listen to your words.

"What's your family like Levi?" you asked. Any more hints to get an idea as to what you could get him for his birthday tomorrow may come from information on his family.

"I don't have one." he responded. Your eyes widened, taken aback.

"What do you mean?" you asked in thought. Before he could respond you realized the insensitivity of the question. "Never mind you don't have to answer. I'm prying." you answered yourself.

"It's alright. I don't mind telling you. My mom died when I was young and I don't really know my dad." he said quietly with a small shrug of his shoulders. You nodded, your eyes widening as an idea sprung to mind. His face contorted to one of confusion at your sudden beaming smile.

"Come with me to my family's! We'll be back the day after Christmas!" you shouted, your hands slapping over the top of his across the countertop after abandoning your coffee for the second time in as many days.

"It'll be so much fun I promise. they're a little crazy at times, but I don't think it's fair to spend your birthday alone Levi." you continued, almost pleading. His gaze looked to the ceiling in thought before meeting your own once more.

"Okay. Yeah. I'll do it." he responded. You squealed in happiness, quickly sputtering that you had to call your mom before grabbing your coffee and prancing off to your room, closing the door shut.

You found your mom's contact, calling her to let her know the situation. You knew how your parents were, there with open arms to anyone who needed it. And they'd be damned if they also didn't have something there for Levi as well. You had a small pull out couch in your childhood room you could sleep on, opting to let him take the bed as it was larger.

You eagerly spouted a plan to your mother, different gifts for him you thought he would like so she could purchase them. She was just as excited as you it seemed. She always loved when you brought friends home. She loved your big heart even more, which was the main reason she indulged in the company of your friends.

You wrapped your family's presents quickly afterwards, eager to drive to your parent's house in Levi's company. Once you finished wrapping everything or stuffing it into respective gift bags, you stuffed changes of clothes into your suitcase along with your laptop and other items you may need during your visit.

You re-entered the living room at eleven, Levi also packing up his needed items, a suitcase sat next to the door and you set your own next to his. You filtered in and out of your room, stacking the presents next to your cargo. Once you were certain you had everything, you quickly made a to go coffee in a thermos before grabbing your keys, warming your car up as you packed everything into it.

You talked back and forth on the way about school and the friend group you had been assured you were now a part of. You had received more than enough details about Levi to get him gifts of your own after the drive, allowing your mother to steal the ideas you had learned of him the night prior.

You and your mother decided together she could buy the Christmas gifts, and you the birthday gifts.

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You made a quick pitstop at the strip mall down the street from your parents that you frequented as a teen. Levi walked into the store behind you, and you made the excuse that you needed to pick up one more present for your mother, Levi didn't fail to mention the large load of presents you had already packed into your car.

He scanned over a rack of clothing and you used that as your chance to hastily escape, picking up a few gifts your mother had told you she hadn't gotten yet over text.

When you were satisfied with your selection, you made your way to the front to pay and found Levi quite easily in the shop, letting him know you were finished.

You ran back to the heat of your car, the remaining five minutes of your drive felt so long.

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As you pulled into the driveway, you beeped the horn of your car lightly to let your family know you had arrived. You parked and exited the car as your parents and four year old younger brother stepped onto your porch. You little brother beelined it for you and you laughed, kneeling down to his level. He jumped into your arms and shouted your name. You spun him around and hugged him tightly, balancing him atop your hip bone with one arm, leaning in to hug your father.

Your mother made her way to Levi, letting him know how happy she was he could join you to see your family and that he was always welcome. Typical motherly things you always appreciated about her. You watch as she gave him a hug and smiled, a soft smile making it's way across his lips as he conversed with her.

Your father helped you unpack your car, grabbing your suitcases and setting them down. He handed a present to your brother, ensuring him the sole responsibility to make sure it got under the tree safely, allowing him to help in bringing yours and Levi's belongings inside. Your brother nodded eagerly, excited to help. Your mother and father grabbed the rest of what you had in the car and you wheeled your suitcase inside.

It smelled of cookies and coffee inside. Your eyes met the Christmas decor littered across the house. A kids Christmas movie played at low volume on the TV for your younger brother and you grabbed Levi's arm, who had also been admiring the decor, and dragged him to the room you'd both be staying in, your childhood room.

Your mother had already prepared your room to accommodate the both of you and you emptied a few of the drawers in your dresser for Levi. You both unpacked your things and you abandoned the suitcases in your closet.

He sat atop the bed once he was finished and eyed the boyband and more embarrassing aspects of decor littered across your room. You plopped down next to him.

"Seems you were quite the fangirl." he observed. Your cheeks heated and you nudged his arm, muttering something about all kids having a fixation when they were young.

Once done in your room, he followed you to your living room down the stairs and you made your way to the tree, helping your mother sort the rest of the gifts. She went all out every year without fail, and your eyes scanned the group of gifts that listed Levi's name.

You turned to your mother and threw your arms over her shoulders, whispering a thank you to her. She nodded, spouting he was happy to do it all.

Levi made himself comfortable on the couch next to your father, who asked if he would like a beer, the TV channel changed to some sports game that was happening. He nodded, not wanting to turn your father down. You made your way to your younger brother, who busied himself with a halfway built puzzle.

You sat next to him, pulling a cushion off the lounge chair behind you to sit on. Levi eyed you as he sipped his beer, your mother bringing you a drink as well. Homemade spiked cider had become your favorite to drink on when you came home and she made it perfectly every year without fail.

You had talked to your mother about hiding a couple of your share of Levi's gifts for the next day, opting to actually open gifts for Christmas that evening so you could celebrate Levi's birthday to the fullest the next day.

After helping with the puzzle, you stood, plopping onto the couch next to Levi, watching the game with him. His knee shook up and down as he sipped the beer idly, and you set a hand atop his own, wrapping your fingers over it. His knee stopped bouncing and his gaze met yours.

"Don't be nervous. Trust me. There's nothing you could do wrong around my family. They already love you." you assured him in a whisper. He nodded, letting out a sigh.

"Sorry. Fathers make me nervous." he said. You shook his knee side to side, and his hand wrapped tighter around your own, both of your gazes turning back to the game on the TV.

After dinner that evening, gift opening commenced. You found your seat next to Levi once more, your cup of cider hot and full once more, Levi now drinking on the same thing, and watched your brother carefully open his gifts. He was calm for a four year old, not too energetic, something you appreciated about him. Your parents instilled his manners at an early age as they had done with you.

Then it was your turn. You set your cup down, carefully opening the assortment of gifts your family had gotten for you. Some new jewelry you had eyes for right after Christmas the prior year, some little plushes you adored that your brother insisted you had to have when he saw them in the store, nice stationary for school, some in trend clothing, and a skincare brand you always used.

Your mother and father opened their gifts from you, your father's a nice watch, and your mother's a necklace that had your brother's and your birthstone's embedded into it. She instantly had your father put it around her neck and she insisted she would wear the necklace to her grave.

Then it came to Levi's, whose eyes widened at the fact you had gotten him anything at all. You leaned your shoulder to his own and his gaze met yours, hands hesitantly reaching for the wrapped boxes your father handed to him.

He opened them with surprise. You had dug through the kitchen cabinets in his absence to find his favorite teas and maybe those that were of a higher price point to get him more, a nice watch as well, and nice stationary for him too as you mentioned to your parents he attended the same university.

His eyes met your own, still wide, then your parents, smiles across their faces.

"You didn't have to do all this for me." was all he could mutter out. You shook your head.

"Of course we did! Quit being humble honey! Besides, there's more where that came from for tomorrow." your mom said, walking over to embrace him once more, then your father, and finally you. Your little brother wanted in on the action, jumping over the two of you, wrapping an arm around your neck and the other around Levi's, a group hug commencing. He had already become part of the family, much like he had adopted you into his friend group.

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The next morning, Levi's birthday, you awoke especially early, trying not to stir him from sleep as you exited your room to help your mother decorate the house for Levi's birthday. Before exiting the door, with a soft smile, you whispered a quiet happy birthday, leaving and closing the door quietly.

You had a lot of work to do, your mother already started a pot of coffee, a cup sitting on the counter for you already. You worked quietly to adorn the house in birthday decor, your mother had made a cake already and it cooled outside so you could decorate it.

You blew up balloons, careful to not let them pop. Your brother eventually awoke, helping you blow up the balloons as your mother taped the tops to the ceiling and you worked to wrap and curl ribbon around the bottoms.

Your father then awoke, grabbing the hidden gifts and placing them on your living room table. You made a cup of the tea you had gotten Levi as you were sure he would wake up soon. You changed into your chosen outfit of the day and got ready in your mother and father's room.

Levi appeared five minutes after, and you handed him the tea you had made.

"Surprise!" you shouted. He was taken aback once more, eyeing the littering of birthday decor that now sat covering the Christmas decor.

"You're insane. You really didn't have to do all of this." he said, eyes following along the decor you meticulously placed around for the better part of the morning. You received a side hug from him and something about the whole situation just felt homey and domestic. You wanted to lock it up and keep it forever.

You all worked together to prepare breakfast, your father playing a Christmas parade on the TV that your brother watched intently, already slowly eating on the first pancake that left the pan, his eyes glued to the television.

You all sat around the living room as you ate breakfast, your mother and father drilling Levi with questions about university and his graduate program. Oh no. It sounded like the boyfriend talk was upon you.

You eyed your mother mouthing a heavy 'NO' to her, smiling as your father continued rambling on. She nodded, nudging your father, who seemed to understand. You smiled, shaking your head, as they changed the subject from the impending talk.

You comfortably leaned against Levi, your father bringing the last gift to Levi out. You were most excited for this one. You had drilled Erwin fro information the night you went out together when Levi was away from your table. You sent quite a nice amount of money to your mother to have the jewelry shop expedite your order the previous morning, the main reason you had stopped by the strip mall.

"I hadn't planned on giving this to you till after Christmas, because I didn't know your plans, but here it is." you said, watching as he opened it. It was a ring, gold to match the watch your father had gotten him, with his birthstone set in the center, a script across the band you had gotten out of Erwin, a quote Levi had found in a book that he very much so enjoyed.

'Dedicate your heart." it read across the band

"How do you know about this?" Levi asked, sliding the ring onto his finger.

"Let's just say that I'm pretty amazing at grilling your friends for all of your information without you hearing about it." you responded. His eyes met yours and you smiled, your cheeks warming. You could blame it on the cider your mother made again, but you didn't think you would this time.

The look in his eyes matched that of the evening before Christmas Eve when you had gone out together, and you readied yourself to kiss him. You pulled him by the front of his sweater and captured his lips with your own.

Maybe the boyfriend talk wouldn’t be so bad if it was Levi you were with.

——

A/N: I definitely had a different vision for how this would go but I wrote it in two days in my free time and kind of hate it lol. Just straight cute fluff!! Please let me know what you think!

#levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi x you #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot #aot x reader #levi aot #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi heichou #aot levi #snk #snk levi #snk x reader #levi birthday #happy birthday #happy birthday levi

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Unlikely Friends - S.Harrington

Summary - Lover’s lake was her favorite lake to skate on during winter break, usually only running into older men ice fishing. However, one night she runs into the captain of the hockey team, Steve Harrington. They become unlikely friends within the span of a night.

Word Count - 792

Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/N, Munson!Reader no physical description is given, foul language, not proofread

Author’s Note - Welcome to day 19! 6 more days left! This is one of my favorite pairings ever, hockey player and figure skater.

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There was one lake in Hawkins that she liked to go to in order to practice over the winter break, that lake was lover’s lake. Usually it was vacant except for some ice fishers but not this night. No, this night there was a boy who was skating around with a hockey stick. She had recognized him, the captain of the high school hockey team, Steve Harrington.

She went about her usual routine however, unbothered by the new presence around her. That was until she was hit square in the back with a hockey puck which sent her flying onto the ice. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” She heard his voice approaching her, panic lacing his tone.

“Holy shit that hurts! Goddamn Harrington! Do you have to hit that thing so hard?” She groaned out as she sat up, his hand reaching out to her to help her up to her feet, she gladly accepted and accepted the help.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” He repeated, still panicking.

“I’m good, I’ve had worse but damn those things are hard as shit. Now I understand why so many hockey players are missing teeth.” This made Steve chuckle, tension leaving his shoulders at her foul language and realizations. “What are you doing on the ice on Christmas eve?” She asked him, rubbing the spot on her back gently.

“I could ask you the same thing. Coach wanted me to practice my slap shots, obviously they need work since I completely missed the goal and whacked you in the back,” Steve rambled.

“I need to practice my new skills before my next practice. My coach wants my routine to be perfect, said my skills were average at best.”

“Your coach sounds like a bitch.” This made her laugh as she agreed. Steve offered to step off the lake for a bit so she could feel safe enough not to get hit with a puck again and they’d switch off every 30 minutes so they could get breaks. 

Steve watched her, mesmerized by the leaps and twirls she was able to do without effort. She too, was mesmerized by how brutish Steve was on the ice but was an absolute sweetheart off of it. They continued switching who was on the ice for hours, chatting in between and getting to know one another. By the end of their turn taking, it was pitch black outside, the moon shining bright and the star glimmering. They sat on a boulder beside the lake and talked, and they talked. 

They talked for hours, about everything and nothing at all. Venting about their coaches and some of the people on their team. As they both took off their skates and put on their shoes, Steve asked her, “How did you get here if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I walked, I don’t live too far away, I live in the trailer park with my dad and cousin,” She replied.

“Do you want a ride home? I don’t mind, the trailer park is on my way actually.”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

On the walk to his car, Steve asked about her family and who her cousin was. “Eddie Munson, super senior, school freak. He’s my favorite person, he’s a great guy, just misunderstood.”

“I’ve never talked to him before but I know he doesn’t like jocks very much.”

“God no, most of them bully the shit out of him. Once he gets used to someone, you get to see the real side of Eddie.”

They talked through the entire car ride, which was short and hadn’t stopped until he pulled into the driveway of the trailer, two men sitting on her doorstep with cigarettes in their hands and waiting. She kissed Steve on the cheek before thanking him and leaving the car.

“Where the hell have you been? We’ve been worried about you!” Eddie exclaimed, pulling his cousin into a protective hug.

“I was practicing for a while, met Steve and we lost track of time. I didn’t mean to scare you guys. I’m sorry,” She admitted.

“No need to apologize sweetpea. We’re just glad you’re home safe. We will be talking about that boy though,” Wayne butted in, kissing his daughter on the head before ushering the two teens inside. She waved at Steve one last time before the front door had closed behind her. She hadn’t left the area of the front door until she heard Steve’s car pull away and down the road. With a goofy grin on her face, she made her way into her room for the night. Happy she had the chance to get to know Steve Harrington. Happy that he wasn’t the asshole everyone said he was.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #wayne munson #stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #strangerthings #stranger things fic

[multimilfs]

Angelique Bouchard x Fem!Reader: Someone Cared For

Summary: Angelique Bouchard + 23 — “It’s hard to get used to…” “What is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: And we come to the final fic of our 25 days of Ficmas! This was a lot of fun, but also a ton of work, and I’m very tired but happy I did this. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did and thank you all for sticking with it!

Merry Christmas!!

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Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @elenaguarnieri @evil-feather @imtrashinflames @nonbinary-cryptid-baby

Warning(s): None

Finding the downstairs cabinet empty of what you need, you grumble, and trudge up the staircase intent on Angie’s office. She’s never without an extra pack. You only hope you don’t interrupt anything important.

Knocking, you wait, bouncing in place.

“Come in.”

Throwing the door open, you don’t even greet her before raiding her drawers. Angie stops signing the paper in front of her to watch. You huff and search tirelessly without a word.

“Something you’re missing, sweetheart?” She asks.

“Yes. A cigarette.”

She reaches for the familiar box near her left hand and flips open the lid. One of the cigarettes finds itself between her lips and she lights it with a flick of her finger. Taking a long drag, she plucks it between two fingers and offers it to you.

You take it and kiss her, tasting the lingering smoke. It soothes some of your stress.

“Why are you worked up?”

A long drag, “The decorations are being delivered.”

“Oh, and they need a check? If they’re hounding you about money, darling, all you had to do was call me down.” Angie frowns.

“No, it isn’t that.”

“Alright…”

“There’s a lot more than I expected, that’s all,” You admit, “I thought you weren’t fond of Christmas.”

“I’m not. Religious holidays aren’t for me, but I’ve hosted a party or two and had to play the part.”

You hum. The second you opened the door to see an enormous truck full of totes, panic had set in; you’re glad now you didn’t buy any extra decorations. You have no idea how you’ll dress the house in time with all that’s being delivered already.

It’s a little… overwhelming, if you’re honest. Angie’s house isn’t small. It’s not nearly as enormous as Collinwood, but still large enough to concern you.

Angie pushes back from her desk and stands. You hold out your cigarette and she leans forward, taking a drag of it from where it rests in your fingers. Her pen is capped and put in its case and you raise your brows.

“Let’s go, sweetheart.”

You follow, “Where are we going?”

“To sift through the decorations. We’ll keep what you want and send the rest back.”

“It isn’t just about what I want, Angie,” You stop her. She looks put out, “This is your Christmas too. And your house.”

“Our house.” She corrects.

“Angie.”

“Sweetheart,” She flashes her award winning smile, “We could be using this time to look through the decorations.”

You stub our your cigarette in the ashtray on her desk and shove the remaining pack in your pocket. Meeting her eyes, you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow.

Her willingness to take care of you makes you weak in the knees. But today you don’t want to be taken care of, you want a partner. You want her invested in this too.

Angie sighs.

“What is it you want?” She asks patiently.

“For you to care about what this means. This is our first Christmas together.”

“I… apologize,” Angie sighs, struggling to get the words out, “It’s hard to get used to…”

You tilt your head, “What is?”

“Being someone that someone cares for…”

Her hands leave you and she shoves them in her pockets. She distracts herself with straightening something on her desk, making you watch fondly. You forgot how new this was for her too; after years of being alone, you would also struggle to open up and enjoy festivities.

You light one of the cigarettes and offer it to her. It’s a peace offering, an apology for not seeing her struggle.

Angie takes it and smiles, something small, intimate. It makes you want to hold onto her and never let go.

“Let’s sort through what they’ve brought us.” You suggest.

Angie nods, “Lead the way.”

And you do. You sort through all of it, keeping maybe the smallest fraction of what Angie owns. She sends the rest back with the movers, who look exhausted and none-too-pleased, but can’t turn down the good paycheck she’ll give them.

Somewhere in the throng is a three-piece fake tree. It’s fluffy with the slighest flocking. If you didn’t know better, you could guess—from a distance—that it was real.

Angie lets you direct her this way and that. Her magic comes in handy when locations are out of your reach or need adjusted just so.

There’s a large assortment of ornaments—all themed and soulless. You regret not having anything personal to add. You throw enough tinsel over the branches to make up for the lack, vowing that next year you’ll have something to add that isn’t a glass-blown silver or red bulb to put on the tree.

By the end of it, the house feels a little more cozy and festive. Angie’s shoulders are less tense and she’s smiling easier. You make sure to hang mistletoe above the doorway to the kitchen; everytime she walks through it, you jump up to give her a kiss.

Angie still holds you like she thinks you’ll vanish. She avoids staring at decorations for too long, worried it’s all a dream she could lose. But you fall asleep in her arms and wake up there and kiss her under the mistletoe again and again and again.

As long as it takes, you decide, to make her understand what it feels like to be cared for.

#angelique bouchard #angelique bouchard x reader #dark shadows #dark shadows x reader #dark shadows 2012 #angelique bouchard imagine #dark shadows imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #dec2022 #multimilfswritings #multimilfsficmas2022

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

Ready you are. You for questions have I!!!!! KAYLA

Now read that backwards :3

Ok ok ok

So was looking at tiny Mer au and found the post about Dream and Foolish. Are they related 👀👀👀

And because I’m fairly certain they are, is Puffy apart of your au and if yes, what is she????

Also it seems you like to paint George as a Villain for a lot of your aus. Just wondering what your reasons are behind that. (I actually think it’s really cool since George isn’t usually utilised as a villian against dream often)

For your Fairy au, do hunters exist in your universe? If so, who would the hunters be and what kind of uses would fairies hold in the eyes of a hunter?

Annnnnddd who and how do the characters come about breaking the language barrier? I know there’s a way to break it but you said it was rare. I wanna know!!!!!!

Surfer dream au, ha suck it George! Serves you right for tormenting Dream. However what changes George’s perspective on humans in the end? And when it does change, what happens with Dream and George’s relationship? I can imagine the tension would be high.

Also, any other characters you want to add to the surfer dream Au that you have yet to add yet? If yes, who and what are they?

Random side questions

Any recommendations for fics you love that you think everyone should read? (I want more reading material lol)

A gt movie you adore

Your favourite Christmas movie and/or Carol

Something you’d like to receive for Christmas

Thank you for answering and here’s many lollipops as thanks for answering 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

Woooooo! I received Questions!!! >:D Thank you Becky!!!

Yeah, Foolish and Dream are related in tiny mer au; Foolish is a shark mer that is also a sizeshifter but unlike Bad that he's human sized mer and can grow to 60ft tall mer, Foolish is a 4'5 inches tall mer that can only grow to human size.

Also for Puffy, I have no intention to add her to the au, since I'm not used to draw or write about her :')

I don't know in which more au's did I make George a villain but yeah, I kinda want to see George being a villain against Dream sometimes, since usually the villain is Dream, so I wanted to change that :]

Well, actually Fairy au is like the au that has a bit of angst at the beginning (because injuries at all) but is supposed to be a fluff au so I didn't add hunters to it :)

Well, for the language barrier; Karl likes to read a lot so one day, he finds a book where they talk about the "magic forest" and found a section were it was specifically focused on one mysterious berry that no one know its color; there are a lot of them, they have the same form but different colors; all of them are mortal if they're eaten, so that's why fairies stopped trying to find the actual one that breaks the barrier. But what will happen when Karl founds one of that berries and accidentally eat it, just to be able to understand the fairies not much later? >:]

Quackity probably reluctantly hands George something he really likes, saying it's from Dream, who wanted Quackity to give it to him since he didn't want to get anywhere near George. It would also change when Quackity reveals that Dream is actually only 16 and that he has only been trying to kill a kid...

George and Dream's relationship? Well, George would actually try to get closer to Dream but the human would only panic trying to get away from him, hiding behind Sapnap, Quackity or Punz (yeah, Punz and him are friends when this happens), but time to time Dream starts trusting George (slowly but he starts). Also because probably Sapnap and Quackity told him that George is trying to change and apologize to him.

Well, I'm also going to add Foolish to this au too :]

Recommendations?? Uhh... Right now I can't think of any but I'll tell you when I got some :']

Hmmm, Arrietty and Thumbelina (1994) :D

Christmas movie... I can't remember if I have seen any... And Carol; "25 de Diciembre, fun fun fun" (yeah, Spanish Carol UuU)

Cosplays and anime things, any type of things >:]

Thanks for the lollipops Becky!! :D

Have some cookies 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tiny mer!au #fairy au! #surfer!dream au #kayla answers #ask #beckyu #mah beloved #becky beloved #:]

[ao3feed-sambucky]

i skip my pride

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43510629

by allcolorsoftherainbow

Day 9 of my SamBucky 25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge!

Based on the Tumblr prompt: “Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger during Christmas time. Character B is that stranger.”

Words: 3451, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of SamBucky 25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Rebecca Barnes Proctor's Daughter, Steve Rogers, Redwing (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Drawing, i know it's a problem alright, redwing - Freeform, Grumpy Bucky Barnes, extremely grumpy, but - Freeform, Bucky Barnes is good with Kids, Family Feels, Strangers to Lovers, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Trains, Kid Fic, Panic Attacks, just starting but it's there, steve being a matchmaker without knowing, Domestic, Slice of Life, Acts of Kindness, Neighbors, only kind of but the point stands

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43510629

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

[veryrealimagination]

Day No: 25

Prompt: Duct tape/Silence is Golden

Fandom: Murdoch Mysteries

Medium: fic

Trigger Warnings: none

SFW

William Murdoch knew duct tape.

The man didn’t know the MacGyver quip until being shown a couple of episodes of the 80’s television show, but after that, it made a little too much sense. A man that creates inventions out of random items to get out of dangerous situations. Well, it reminded him of his previous life, especially his inventing.

Julia thought she was hilarious getting him a Victorinox Tinker and three rolls of the silver type for Christmas. She then gave him a few other gifts after laughing herself into hiccups at his disbelief. He’s seen the multiple colorful ones in the hardware store and other places. He’s heard of the printed ones of fictional characters. And he delved into the customization ones to find the type that James Gillies used on Llewellyn when he buried him alive.

So, yes, he knew there was a gold one. He had found multiple versions. One matted like normal, one for crafting. Small rolls, large rolls. He just wished that the person that used it to bind him to the current chair he was in didn’t use the type that was shiny. The way it reflected light off of him, off of Julia…

Off of all of them.

Llewellyn couldn’t stop shifting, trying to figure out a way to make it rip. He still hated being bound in duct tape and was growing panicked. Brackenreid mainly tried every few minutes to break the hold. He kept failing. Higgins and Crabtree had tried, but settled when they realized it wasn’t going to work. The two were now looking around. Julia had her hands curled around the edge of the armrest, watching Llewellyn in case he slid into a panic attack. She wouldn’t be able to calm him down verbally.

Of course, the reason it was gold was because the man that managed to kidnap each and every one of them. James Gillies had a more sinister joke style that went with his criminal tendencies. Silence was golden indeed, especially when each one of them had golden gags wrapped around their heads.

And while Murdoch thought the man would come up behind him (they were surrounding a table that was set up as a family, with himself at the head and Julia at the other side, her father and son at her sides while Crabtree and Higgins were at his), he came up behind Llewellyn. “I need you to stop doing that,” he said, laying his hands on the young man’s shoulders. He froze, looking over at his Mother while trying himself from breaking down. “Thank you so much.” He took his hands off and Julia had to watch her son try to breathe.

“All right, now, he comes the fun part.”

#whumptober2022 #no.25 #duct tape #silence is golden #murdoch mysteries #william murdoch #julia ogden #llewellyn watts #fic #sfw #castle au

[lightning-writes]

good heart (faulty machine of a man) - 20/30

fic summary: bucky meets someone at therapy

chapter summary: Bucky visits Rue at work (alternatively: Bucky prepares for Rue to join him for Christmas)

word count: 1211

tags: post endgame, pre tfatws, slow burn, canon divergent, canon compliant, au

warnings: none

a/n: introducing a new side character! (also, get ready for part 2 very soon! happy new year folks!)

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Rue: soooo 10:23 pm

Rue: I just found out Vick is going out of town w Frank for Christmas 10:25 pm

Rue: and mikey and giselle are going out of town too 10:26 pm

Rue: so ig i’m having a solo christmas this year 10:30 pm

Bucky: I’m sorry 10:33 pm

Bucky: I’m also having a solo christmas 10:35 pm

Bucky: you could come here for christmas 10:49 pm

At the time he’d gotten the text, Bucky had been at his kitchen table, cleaning his usual gun. Now, he’s in the lamp aisle of a nearly empty store on a Friday morning. Just the thought of Rue potentially being in his space forced him to finally furnish his apartment. He’d been really unprepared coming into the store, and now, he’s even more overwhelmed than he would admit.

(When she doesn't answer in the morning, he feels… both embarrassed and disappointed. An odd and unfamiliar combination brewing. Was he overstepping by inviting her?)

An employee approaches him with a casual, “Hi, is there anything I can help you with today?” which immediately launches into an incredulous, “Wait, you’re–!” when he bothers to look at Bucky.

(He’s still not used to being recognized in public. He’s used to people knowing about him, assuming things about him, but them recognizing his face? He suddenly feels naked without his mask. Panic seizes him for a moment, freezing his thoughts and his words)

“Uh,” Bucky scratches the back of his neck, trying for a smile. Raynor would be both proud and devastated. “Yeah, but I’m just, uh… trying to shop.”

“Right, right,” his eyes are wide and buggy as he tries to compose himself, “sorry for freaking out, but an Avenger–”

Bucky looks around, “Uh, yeah, let’s not–”

“Right, right,” the employee repeats, shaking his head and his hands - like he’s getting ready to run a marathon. “Okay, sorry, sorry.” After a deep breath, he hits Bucky with a slightly less crazed smile. “Okay, so did you need help finding anything?”

(His inner Russian voice says, You’ve been compromised, Soldier, get out of there.

Bucky buries the flight response.)

“Yeah, actually… I, uh, am trying to decorate my apartment.”

“Any specific pieces or styles you’re looking for?”

Bucky and the employee, Chris, walk around the store. Bucky has the duty of pushing the cart while Chris adds items in it. He determines Bucky likes both vintage and modern styles, “leaning on the side of rustic”, to which Bucky just nods and lets Chris navigate the shopping. Chris takes the selection process very seriously, crossing his arms and judging, humming and pondering aloud, confirming with Bucky what his “space looks like” and if it “matches his vibe”.

By the time they’ve finished, Chris has a full cart too.

He rings Bucky up with his employee discount, a veteran’s discount, and free delivery for the bigger items.

While Bucky is grateful for Chris, he knows he can never show his face again in the store. He has a feeling Chris is going to tell every person he knows and meets how he’s met an Avenger.

Rue: i’d love that 2:32 pm

////

The next day, Bucky is doing research in bed when he gets a text.

Rue: hey i have to do some christmas shopping, wanna go? 7:30 am

Bucky: sure 7:39 am

Rue: wow you’re up early lol 7:48 am

Rue: meet me at waterway after work, 5pm 7:49 am

Rue: gotta clock in, see you later 7:51 am

////

“Table for one or are we waiting for the rest of the party?”

(The hostess at Waterway Brewery, a young, green-haired woman, looks eager for him to say yes, he’s dining alone. He sees the way she’s looking at him - attracted to him and trying to place where she knows him. He hides a little under his cap, feeling his face settle into a disappointed frown.)

“Actually, I’m waiting for Rue.”

The woman nearly pouts. “She has two more tables she’s waiting on. You could have a seat at the bar until she’s done.”

The hostess unnecessarily walks him over to the bar and tells the bartender to put two drinks on her tab for him. Bucky gives a tight lipped smile when she leans into him, telling him to flag her down if he needs anything. Her perfume is too heavy.

He orders a vodka shot and a beer on tap as a chaser.

From his spot at the bar, he sees Rue. She’s chatting with a table of six customers, all young men. He sees the way she keeps her interactions clipped but warm. He almost looks away until he notices it. The closest person, eyeing her legs in her skirt, leering at her a little. Bucky keeps his grip on the beer glass in check… so he doesn’t crush it. As she’s leaving with their payment, the customer grabs her ass.

Bucky’s on his feet. 

The bartender notices, follows his gaze, and says, “Stand down. She’s got this,” with a knowing look on his face. 

(Bucky’s body reacted before his brain connected to his feelings. One thought is danger. Another is protect. Amongst the frenzy of his thoughts and the impossible restraint, a secret option stays in the background: mine.)

The defensive feeling in his chest is rising, blurring his vision, nearly makes him miss Rue’s quick reflexes. 

Rue catches the young man’s hand before he can snatch it back, and she has it bent back unnaturally, one swift move away from breaking. The customer yelps, and his friends at the table are stunned into silence. Rue leans in, saying something Bucky can tell is threatening, before releasing her grip, smiling, and pivoting her way out of the situation.

She comes over to the cash register behind the bar, her brow furrowed. Her eyes are focused on her work until the bartender nudges her and nods to Bucky.

Her face splits into a relieved smile.

“Hey!” She glances at the bartender, to see if he noticed her excitement, but he’s on the other side of the bar, serving someone. “I’ll be, maybe, fifteen more minutes?”

“I have a drink to finish,” he raises his glass. He nods over to the table she just left. “Do you need any help with that?”

“Nope, it’s handled,” she chirps in a strategically neutral voice. He remembers it well, from the earlier days of their friendship. She reaches for his untouched shot and throws it back. Her whole face scrunches, and he laughs. “I’ll be quick!”

When the party of six leaves, and the other table, a family of three with a toddler, Rue hip checks him as she passes, going through the kitchen double doors. She reappears with a long burgundy coat, a scarf, and combat boots. He notices her bare legs and frowns.

(He also notices her hair in a neater ponytail and the makeup she’d touched up.)

“It’s cold out there,” he comments as Rue links arms with him, quickly ushering-slash-rushing him out the door. She gives a curt wave to the green-haired hostess before they’re pushed into the city. She takes a deep, dramatic breath of air.

“They’re tights,” she finally says, pulling at what he now sees is nude fabric on her legs and not her skin. “They’re double lined, I’m fine.”

(Not many things shock Bucky - he’s been around for more than a century - but he stares at her legs for longer than appropriate and not for sinful reasons.

Sorcery, he thinks.)

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #the winter soldier #female reader #female oc #bucky x oc #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x woc!reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky angst #bucky fic #bucky barnes au #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel au #mcu #hurt/comfort #whump #fanfiction #slow burn #mutual pining #friends to lovers #good heart (faulty machine of a man) #gh: fmoam

[marquiswrites]

Out of Time [4/25]

Masterlist

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Sam Wilson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Shuri, Doctor Strange, Original Female Character/OC

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader,

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1332

Warnings: Language

Author’s Notes: Slowly but surely working my way towards getting caught up. Thanks to the power of energy drinks. !!! For @panicfob​ ‘s 25 fics of christmas

Chapter 4: Sleigh Ride

“Hey...Doll... I had an idea.”

You blink slowly awake, frowning before turning your gaze up to where Bucky had pulled a chair to sit at the side of the cot you were resting in. Had he been there all night? No, certainly not, everyone had left after Shuri had dismissed them. 

“You awake yet, Doll?” He raised a brow, obviously amused at your sluggish morning reactions. Half lounging in the chair. 

“No, not entirely… But what was your idea? And why would it require waking me after her h- after Shuri demanded that I rest?” You yawn softly, pushing yourself to sitting. The ache along your side now more of a subtle throb. Barely noticeable if you didn’t move too much. Resting a hand over it to help numb the pain with just a touch of chill. Keeping your gaze to his face while awaiting an answer.

“Because it’s actually evening time, you’ve slept over a day. Guess your time on the ice wasn’t rest enough.” He chuckles softly, eyes crinkling up at the edges with his smile. “And it snowed this morning. I have a surprise in mind, something that might help you feel a little less out of time.”

“Oh.” You blink in surprise, mouth forming a small ‘o’ before pressing your lips together to try disguising the emotion. 

“Shuri left some clothes out for you, not sure they suit the occasion, but we can grab you a jacket or something on the way.” Bucky stands from the seat, watching you for a moment before he was winking. “Promise it’ll be worth the mystery.”

“You say to the woman you know almost nothing about.” You quip back in return, quietly grateful for the camaraderie that he was offering you. 

“Well, I’m hoping that this will give us a chance.” You’re surprised once more, to see the honest vulnerability hidden behind his smile. He was reaching out, as he had before with the tree. The tree you still hadn’t gotten around to decorating with him. Something that made your cheeks warm with the realization. 

“Very well, I suppose that I don’t exactly have other plans keeping me.” Nodding to him before glancing to the blanket draped over you. “But you’ll have to leave the room for me to change.”

“Of course, Snowflake.” Bucky smirked, dipping his head to you before striding almost eagerly across the room. Shutting the door tight behind him. Biting at your lip before sighing, and standing. Taking a glance to the clothing that Shuri had left on the table, all signs of your hot chocolate gone from the day before. 

Your own brow raising for a moment as you lifted the shirt she had laid out. “Fashion has certainly progressed in the last century.” Shaking your head before you were carefully managing yourself into the outfit. At least it was a little reminiscent of things you had worn before, and she had managed to get the size decently correct, if not perfect. This was always the one thing that threw you the most upon waking, how difficult it was to adjust to the styles and expectations of a new age. 

Usually you had more time to adjust.

Usually you had Gwaine, or at least your mother. And now, you were set adrift. Trying to stem the sudden wave of melancholy. Pressing the palms of your hands to your eyes. Taking a few deep breaths before you were stepping out to meet Bucky in the hall. 

The sheer surprise that lit up his face as he let his gaze drift over you was definitely worth the contraptions you were wearing. “Well?”

“I think you’ll fit in just fine, Doll. Though I have to admit, was feeling a little nostalgic at the sight of the uniform.” He huffed a forced chuckled, barely managing to breath it out. Making you pause for a moment. 

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll explain it when we get where we’re going. For now, let’s see about getting you that coat, can’t have you freezing while you’re on my arm.” Bucky held out his arm as he spoke, making you smile once more as you accepted. Hooking your hand over his bicep. 

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To say that his nerves were on edge would be an understatement. He barely knew you, knew less than nothing about you. 

But you were from his time, however strange you seemed… almost ethereal at times, Bucky knew that he you were something that could ease the hole that Steve had left in his life. Maybe you didn’t share the same history, not in the same way, but it was something.

And Bucky was the first to admit that he was likely desperate.

Sam had agreed to let you out of the base as long as you had an escort, and that Bucky was likely the most capable of handling any strangeness a time traveling witch might have. 

Sam’s words, not his. 

Strange was already back at his townhouse, doing research on who and what you might be. Shuri was taking the medical readouts to Banner. They weren’t just going to accept you with open arms. But Bucky wasn’t just going to let them lock you up like a science experiment either. That was one experience he hoped to never have in common with anyone. Ever. 

And so here you were, your hand still on his arm as you strolled down the path towards your surprise. Sam had recommended the joint, said that he had taken a few dates here before. 

Not that that is what this was. 

Definitely not. 

Just a way to reminisce about a lost time for you both. Away from the constant noise of the city. Glancing down to you, where you were tucked into a spare coat of his, your gaze drifting across the snow. Expression soft, with the smallest of smiles tugging up the edges of your lips in a way that made a larger one plaster onto his own face. 

“So, are you ever going to tell me what this surprise is?”

Bucky chuckled. “We’re almost there. Promise.” 

You sighed softly, with the slightest shake of your head. Another chuckle left his lips in response. “For someone stuck in the ice that long, you sure are impatient.”

“Perhaps only because I know how valuable time is.” You quipped in return, meeting his gaze. Making him all the more aware of that gentle tug at the edge of his conscious whenever you two met eye to eye. Bucky suddenly felt his mouth run dry before he was covering it with a quick smile. Nodding towards the curve in the bend. 

A horse drawn sleigh waiting just at the far edge of the path. 

To say that the sudden brilliance of your smile was worth the cost was an understatement. He watched as you pulled away from him, rushing to the horse, pausing just next to it to exchange a few words with the driver before petting the horse’s neck and muzzle. 

“A sleigh ride… Bucky… This…” There was a certain breathless reverence to your voice as you turned your head just enough to speak to him, a quiet radiance about you that was worlds away from the sardonic amusement, or desperate eagerness, that you had exuded thus far. It made his chest tighten in a way he hadn’t felt in years. 

“Come on doll, we have the whole evening to ourselves. Booked it out.” Bucky held out his hand for yours. Smiling gently as you took it, and helping you up into the sleigh. Watching as you settled the blanket across your lap. Then hopping up beside you. Raising a brow as you lifted the edge of the blanket to invite him closer. “Tonight, don’t worry about anything other than enjoying yourself. The others will be quick to jump with more questions later, but for now… the night is beautiful, and I can’t complain about sharing it with a beautiful dame.”

“Thank you.. I… Thank you.”

#Out of Time #Panics 25 days of Christmas fics #Soulmate AU #Time Travel AU #Bucky x Reader #Bucky x You #James Buchanan Barnes #Sam Wilson #Stephen Strange #Rhodey #Shuri #Post Endgame #Marvel Fanfic #Avengers Fanfic

[mermaidxatxheart]

Stockings Over the Fireplace

This is my last submission for @panicfob​‘s #25DaysofChristmas 

Prompt: Stockings over the fireplace

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Bucky has to leave on a mission in the middle of decoration shopping with you. He doesn’t make it home until Christmas Eve, but you have an even better present for him.

“Oh! I love this.” You gasp, rushing over to the shelf. It’s an old decoration, big and heavy. It depicts multiple Christmas carolers standing in the crisp white snow under an old fashioned gas lamp. “Are you sure?” Bucky picks it up and it’s heavy, even for him. “It’s kind of old.” He starts and you look at him with those damn eyes and tempting smirk. “I like old things. My mom has one like this.” Your fingers curl into his jacket and he knows he’s screwed.

“Yeah, alright.” He sighs and you grin, kissing him sweetly. “How come I can never say no to you?” He frowns, resting his chin on your shoulder, and his arms around your waist. “Because I’m cute? And you love me too much.” You reply, reverently picking up the decoration and setting it in the cart. Your hands drift back to a small decoration, a musical round base with figures ice skating on top. You twist the knob underneath and pull the stopper out. The song starts to play and the little people move across the surface, twisting and spinning. You lean back into his arms with a contented sigh. “There’s no such thing as loving you too much, baby.” He whispers, placing the music box in the cart. But you’re right, you’re cute and he adores the way your face lights up when he gives in to you. You twist in his arms, resting your head on his chest. “Is it super lame that I’m really excited for our first Christmas together?” You ask, twisting your foot nervously. “Well, if it is, we can be lame together.” He smiles. “Oh, thank god.” You sigh. “We need stockings for the fireplace.” You say, twisting your face into his coat and inhaling deep. “For just the two of us? Isn’t that a little silly?” He asks. “No, Steve and Sam and Tony and the others are coming over. Except for Clint. He’s gonna be with his family. And Nat is going over there for dinner, but she’s coming over to our place in the morning.” You say, your face breaking into a wide smile, hand wandering to his butt. “Our place.” “Whoa.” He jumps at the playful squeeze. “Alright. We can get them stockings.” He agrees, grabbing your wrist. “Yay!” You squeal, pulling away and pushing the cart. His phone rings in his pocket and he sees you freeze, looking over at him, your beautiful smile fading. He digs his phone out and internally groans at Steve’s picture. “Hey, Steve.” He answers and you huff in annoyance. “Hey, man. I know I promised you the weekend, but there’s a complication in Norway.” His best friend says and he wants to slap him. “How long?” He asks, keeping his eye trained on your back. Your shoulders are visibly tense and he can only pray that it’s a short trip this time. “Undetermined. Wheels up in 30. Maria’s coming to pick you up.” He pauses on the line. “Tell Y/N I’m sorry.” He adds. “You’ll have to tell her that yourself, punk.” He sighs. He hangs up and slowly makes his way towards you. He’s about to say something, but your sniffle stops him dead and he winces as if you slapped him. “How long?” You mumble. “I don’t know.” He admits as he watches your hands ball into fists on the handle of the shopping cart. “Baby,” He starts and your shoulders hunch, you brush at your eyes. This hurts him worse than any slap or shouting match. It’s only a few seconds before you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him to death.

“You better come back to me. Uninjured, sir.” You mutter, fingers curling into his hair desperately. “Yes, ma’am.” He mumbles, squeezing you tight. “I love you so much.” He backs away slowly, knowing Maria will be here in a moment. You pull him back to you, kissing him with all your might. “You better take care of my heart, since you’re taking it with you.” Your cheeks are wet, you’re so upset that your chest is quivering as you try to fight your tears. He brushes your cheeks gently, ignoring the phone ringing in my pocket. “I promise.” He pulls his gold card out of his wallet and presses it into your palm. “Buy anything you want. I’ll help you decorate when I get home.” He says, tipping your head down, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I love you.” He makes sure that it’s the last thing he says to you. Before every mission, he makes sure that you always know how he feels. He heads for the front of the store, shouldering the door open. Maria is parked out front in a big black SUV, waiting for him. He heaves himself in and slams the door. She takes off, heading for the private runway. “Packed you a bag. Nice boxers.” She smirks. “You know I keep a go bag ready in my closet.” He rolls his eyes. She does this every time. “Yeah, but I like to snoop. You can tell a lot about a man by his underwear.” She says mildly and he can’t tell if she’s joking. “Here.” She pulls a ziplock bag out of the middle of the seats and drops it onto his thigh. “Tell Y/N thanks for the cookies.” She says as he tucks the bag into his pocket for later. “You’ll have to tell her yourself. You have her number.” He reminds her. “I know.” “Find anything else you liked in my house?” He continues dryly. “Oh, absolutely.” Her phone dings and she checks it quickly before rearranging her expression “I have to find out where Y/N gets all her lingerie.” She waggles her eyebrows at him. “I’m sure that will be a fun conversation.” He grins. “Who was the text from?” “Y/N. Told me to watch your back.” She looks at him with a smirk as she pulls onto the highway. *** T W O W E E K S L A T E R The hotel gym was empty; the way Bucky prefers it. He jumps on the elliptical, deciding that today can be leg day. They’re two weeks into this mission, currently waiting on some intel before they can move. You’ve been sending him pictures of the decorations, asking what he likes or doesn’t like. It makes him feel a little better, almost as if he’s there with you. Almost. Sam and Steve join him a few minutes later. He ignores them as long as he can, but their eyes are like ants crawling over his skin. “What?” He snaps, turning to glare at them each in turn. “How’s it going?” Sam asks casually. “We’re in fucking Norway. Two weeks from Christmas.” He rolls his eyes, picking up the pace. “How d’ya think I’m doing, Wilson?” “I think you’re a sour wolf.” He grins. He stares at him. Coming to a stop, he climbs off and walks over to his bag, pulling out the last cookie. His eyes widen as he stares at Bucky in panic. “Hey, Buck, come on, man. I was only joking.” He tries to backtrack quickly. He breaks the cookie in half and walk over to the other side of Steve, handing him half while glaring at Sam. “Thanks, pal,” Steve says happily, shoving the whole thing into his mouth. Sam all but squeaks in shock and horror as it disappears. His eyes dart to his hand and Sam bolts off the machine as he crams the cookie in his mouth, fending Bird Brain off with his metal arm. He kicks his legs out from under him and they both topple to the ground. He chews while pushing his face away. “Sam, do you really want it now?” Steve chuckles and Sam rolls away with a groan. Bucky clambers back up and gets back on his machine. “Jerk.” He sighs. “How’s Y/N holding up?” Steve asks, glancing at Bucky. “Says she’s okay. Wants us to come back now. Apparently, you guys are coming over on Christmas Day.” He tells them. “Oh yeah. We were invited before you were, Tin Man.” Sam grins and he wants to trip him, just a little. “She went to the movies today, dunno what she saw, though.” He says, ignoring Wilson. “When will she be home?” His best friend asks. “Not for another hour or two,” Bucky replies. A voice in the hallway draws his attention, Steve’s a split second later. “No, I know. I can’t believe I’ve managed this long. I’m about to-” Maria Hill walks into the gym on her phone and stops dead when she sees the three of them. “No, I’m still here.” She mutters and Sam grins. “Who are you talking to, Maria?” He asks. “Your mom, Wilson. She says, what was that? Oh yeah, mind your own business.” She snaps. “I swear, getting any privacy in this place is impossible.” “The roof is good if you need to be alone,” Bucky tells her. “Just prop the cinderblock in front of the door.” “Thanks, Barnes.” She turns and leaves. He frowns, looking at Steve. “She’s been acting so weird, ever since we got here,” Bucky says and Steve nods. “She’s always on the phone. Two days ago, she answered a call in the middle of taking out those two guys.” Steve says. “Nearly bit my head off when I asked about it.” Sam agrees. “We should find out what she’s up to,” Steve says, hopping off the machine. Sam readily agrees, following him. “Just so you know, this is a terrible idea,” Bucky warns, following them. But he has at least an hour until you’re out of your movie, so to kill some time, he’ll do some snooping. They head up the stairs to the top floor, not really sneaking. Once they reach the top, he leads his idiot friends over to the roof door. He stops dead when he realizes that it’s closed. Did she forget the cinderblock? He motions for them to wait as he opens the door. Bucky digs out his phone as he props the door open. If she’s out here, he can just say that he wanted some privacy to call his wife. He walks around the outside, but there’s no sign of her. He makes his way back to the idiots and shrugs. “Spies.” Sam snorts and they head back for their rooms so he can shower and call you. *** T W O W E E K S L A T E R CHRISTMAS EVE “Good job, everyone,” Stark says as they leave the jet. “Barnes, get home in one piece so I don’t have to sleep with one eye open, yeah?” He grins. “Your girl terrifies me.” He rolls his eyes and climbs into the company car. “She should.” He mutters, gesturing for the driver to go, ignoring his nervousness. It’s late, long after dinner, but you know he’s on his way and you promised you’d stay up. Christ, he misses you so much. He’s sore all over and he can’t wait to shower and just fall into your bed. He jerks awake as the car comes to a sudden stop and he looks around, rubbing his eyes. “Sorry, sir. The car ahead of us-” The driver starts timidly, gesturing to the brake lights in front of us. He glances around, recognizing his surroundings. “It’s alright. I’ll walk from here. It’s not far.” He yawns, grabbing his bag. “But, sir.” “Go home. Merry Christmas. Go be with your family. I’m just around the corner.” He says, swinging the door shut and giving a wave. He hikes his bag over his shoulder and makes his way home. His legs ache, his back is pinching and pulling with every step. He reaches the front walk and smiles to himself. The house looks perfect, lights line the front porch, changing the puffy snow to bright colors. The front living room light is on, casting an orange glow over the front yard. Your carolers' ornament is front and center in the bay window and he can’t help but smile. He heads up the walkway and opens the front door. You’re standing at the end of the front hall, eyes bright. You’re gonna cry, he can already tell. Despite how anxious you are to have him home, you’re giving him space, holding yourself back. The front hall is decorated simply, Christmas cards from your family and friends. The glass of the stained-glass window is frosted with some sort of washable spray. A round ball of mistletoe is hanging from the dome light fixture halfway between you. He drops his bag and stares at you. He shrugs out of his jacket with a loud sigh before kicking off his boots. “How is it that I leave you and you get more beautiful?” He groans. You laugh while rolling your eyes as he turns to face you, holding out his arms. “Okay, let me have it.” He says and you step forward, slipping gently into his arms. You kiss him softly, your hands cupping his face. “Mmm. I was expecting you to be a little more... enthusiastic.” He murmurs, burying his face in your hair. “I know you hurt. I’ll jump on you later.” You reply, resting your head on his chest. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He sighs, holding you close. “Why don’t you go upstairs and take a nice, relaxing shower? When you’re ready, I’ll give you a nice back massage in front of the fireplace.” You suggest, pulling back and picking up a glass of whiskey. You place it gently in his hand, kissing his lips. “I’m glad you’re home safe and sound.” You lead him through the house and he pauses, looking at the tree. “You decorated everything?” He asks and you tilt your head. “Not entirely. I left the star for you. It didn’t feel right. I waited as long as I could.” You bite your lip and he pulls you against his side, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Next year, I’m telling Steve no more missions for the holidays.” He sighs. “Wanna shower with me?” He asks and you smile. “Not tonight. Go relax. I’ll be here when you come back down.” You promise. He kisses you deeply again, pulling you flush against him. Your hands start to creep up his neck, tugging at his hair before you pull back. “Nice try, mister.” You say breathlessly and he grins, not even bothering to feign innocence. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He heads up the stairs to get ready for his shower. The hot water beats down on his shoulders, working out the knots as best it can. Finally, he decides he’s soaked long enough and climbs out. He dries off and cleans up the bathroom before pulling on a pair of low riding pajama pants. He downs his drink before going back downstairs. You’ve started a fire in the brick fireplace, a massive number of stockings crowding the mantle. You must have heard him behind you, because you turn, eyes widening slightly. “Oh.” You murmur and he raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” He questions. “Is it too late to take you up on that joint shower?” You ask and he laughs. “Little bit, doll. Sorry.” You grin and gesture to the makeshift ‘bed’ you’ve made on the floor. He lowers himself down and looks up at you. “How do you want me, gorgeous?” He asks. “On your stomach. Anything else and you won’t get much of a massage.” You admit and he grins. “I’m fine with that.” “Stomach, Sarge.” You order and he groans as he shifts onto his stomach, laying down. You straddle his hips and he’s fairly certain one of you is facing the wrong way. Your hands are like fucking magic as you start at his neck, working out all the stiffness. He sighs contentedly as you work down his back, paying special attention to his shoulders, the scars that mark him. You’ve never shied away from any part of him. Jesus, he loves you. He lets his eyes drift closed, relishing in the feel of being home with the woman he loves, having your hands on him. It’s been too long. The longer you work, the more his muscles turn to actual puddles under your expert fingers. A moan escapes and you chuckle, laying down on his back, cheek resting against his shoulder. “Feel better?” “Mmm, much.” He sighs and you tilt your head, pressing kisses along his skin, across his back to his metal shoulder. “I love you so much.” You mumble. “I love you, too.” He smiles. Your lips trail over his scars for a few more minutes before you push yourself up. He misses the feel of you. “I have to pee. You should put on a shirt before you catch a cold.” You say, disappearing into the kitchen. “You know I don’t get sick.” He calls, pushing himself up. You gasp loudly. “Quick, knock on wood before a super big gets you!” He laughs, knocking on the door frame as he jogs up the stairs to grab a shirt. “Do you want some cocoa?” You call up the stairs. “Absolutely!” He calls back, about to slide his drawer closed when he realizes that your wedding picture is missing off the dresser. He frowns, looking around until he realizes it’s laying on his pillow. He smiles to himself and places it back in the center of his dresser. “Sweet girl.” He mutters, pulling his shirt on and heading back downstairs. “Baby?” He calls. “Living room.” You reply and he walks in, finding you in front of the fireplace. He wraps his arms around you from behind, nuzzling into your neck. “Were you missing me?” “Yeah. You found the wedding photo, I assume?” “Yeah. I put it back.” “Now that I have the real thing.” You sigh, leaning back against him. “Do we really need so many stockings?” He asks and you nod. “Yes. I’ve labeled them already.” You say with a gesture. He takes a step forward to read the names decorating the stockings. “Uncle Steve, Aunty Natasha, Uncle Sa-am,” He stutters. “Keep going.” You urge, holding onto his wrists. “Uncle Tony, Aunty Maria, Uncle Thor, Aunty Laura, Uncle Clint, Mommy, Dad-dy,” his voice breaks and he knows he’s squeezing you too hard, harder than he should be. “Last one.” You prompt. “Baby Barnes 7•12•20.” He looks down at you, his vision going blurry. You cover your mouth, hiding a smile so wide your cheeks just might crack. “Are you serious? I’m not being pranked?” “Not the kind of prank I would pull.” You roll your eyes and his gaze drops to your stomach. “When did you find out?” “About a week before you left. I was going to tell you but then you had to leave and I didn’t want to distract you. I made Maria promise she wouldn’t say anything.” “Maria?” His eyes snap back to yours. “She always gets your bag. I knew she would have found the test; she’s always snooping. I made her promise to let me be the one to tell you.” “Have you been talking to her this whole time?” “Yeah. She was helping me, got me into Stark’s medical lab for checkups and prenatal care. The stockings were her idea.” You say, starting to look nervous. “I knew she was acting weird.” He mutters. “I can’t believe you’re really pregnant.” He rests his hands on your abdomen reverently and you search his face. “You’re happy?” You ask apprehensively. “Happy? Baby, I’m fucking thrilled!” He picks you up and kisses your face all over. You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh, thank god.” “I can’t believe you. You shouldn’t have been waiting on me like that, sweetheart.” He frowns, setting you back down. “I’m alright. I wanted to. I knew you’d be tired and sore. I wanted to make you feel good. You do so much for me, Bucky. This was the least I could do, make our home feel like an actual home, like when we were kids. I know we grew up in different times, but it’s not so different.” “How did I get so lucky?” He mumbles, pulling you close again. “I dunno.” You shrug and he laughs. “Can we go to bed? I really missed you.” He sighs. “Let’s go. We have a big day tomorrow.” You take his hand and lead him up to your bed. *** Bucky groans as his alarm goes off. He slaps at his phone and you shift against him with a whine. “Make it stop.” You complain. “We have to get up.” He mutters, finally finding the off button. “People are coming over. Steve’s gonna want coffee.” You groan, burying your face in his chest. “Round three was a mistake.” “It was your idea.” He laughs. You push yourself up and straddle his hips with a grin. “I know. You should know better than to give me what I want.” He grips your thighs, already willing to give you round four as soon as you say the words. But then you swing your leg over, climbing off the bed. “Tease.” He sighs. “You start the coffee? I’ll start the breakfast pizza.” You kiss his forehead before grabbing some clothes and heading down the hall to the bathroom. He gets up, straightening the blankets on the bed before pulling on a fresh pair of pajama pants and a plain white shirt. The kitchen tiles are cold on his bare feet as he makes his way to the coffee pot. A round of nerves spikes through him as he thinks about the day ahead. He turns the coffee on and gets out a bunch of mugs. There’s a knock on the door and you come down the stairs. “I’ve got it.” You call. You open the front door and it sounds like everyone showed up at once. “Bucky’s in the kitchen with the coffee. Yes, Steven, there will be enough coffee for everyone.” You sigh and he just has to laugh. Bucky’s friends come through to greet him and he realizes your ploy to keep them out of the living room for a few minutes. You join them a few seconds later, arm snaking around his waist. “So, I was thinking, once everyone has their coffee, we can do presents and then eat? Clint and Laura asked us all to join them for dinner later.” You say, catching Maria’s eye. “Sounds good to me.” Steve agrees happily. Once everyone is settled in the living room, you sit on his lap in his arm chair, hand squeezing his in a death grip. “Okay, everyone has stockings, your names are on them.” You say and he can feel your pulse thumping erratically in your hand. Maria skips up first, finding hers easily. Steve and Sam find theirs next. Steve’s blue eyes widen as he reads the name on his stocking. He grabs Sam’s, checking the name on that one. Sam swats his hand away, before seeing his name. His gaze shoots over to you and Bucky puts a finger to his lips, gesturing to everyone else. One by one, their reactions are the same as they realize the importance. “First of all.” Tony starts, holding his up, pointing to the name. “Shouldn’t nine say ‘godfather’?” He asks and Buck rolls his eyes. “It can be changed later if that’s the decision we come to.” You reply with a pleasant smile. “Fair. Second of all, congratulations. How long have you known? Did Barnes know the whole time we were gone?” “No, but Maria did.” He says, narrowing his eyes at the dark-haired woman. Steve pulls you to your feet, crushing you in a hug. “I’m definitely The Godfather, right?” He whispers and you just chuckle, returning the hug. “I love you, too, Stevie.” You grin. You settle back into his lap, pulling his arm around you as you watch your family start to open their presents.

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[clintbartonswife]

Kiss!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: Sick of Steve’s pining, Tony decides to help. Naturally, a Stark can never do anything in halves - especially when the rest of the team gets involved. OR: 5 times Steve kisses you and one time you do it your damn self. @panicfob Christmas challenge #18 : mistletoe Notes: matchmaker!tony, a 5+1 fic (but I ran out of time so there’s only 4), some good ol’ mutual pining, some slight self doubt masterlist  || 25 days of Christmas masterpost

Tony high-fived Clint as they finalised their plan, looking at the map of the vents with confidence.

“This is foolproof�� Tony grinned, satisfied in his work, “they’ll be done pining by Christmas”

“Amen!”

1.

A giggle escaped Clint’s mouth as he pointed at the door frame above your head, only intensifying as Steve moved to stand next to you. 

“What’s so funny?” You asked, genuinely curious as to why he was smiling so widely. Exchanging a glance with an equally confused Steve, you turned back to look at the archer. 

“Pucker up” he said, now smirking, “thems the rules”

A jolt of anxiety hit you as you looked up, spotting the mistletoe that was pinned on the frame above your head. Your mouth went dry as you chanced another glance at Steve, his face unreadable, and immediately started to make excuses.

“It’s a stupid tradition anyway -”

You were cut off by a soft brushing of lips over yours, Steve’s face now completely red, before the soldier ran off.

“Did that just happen?” you asked, turning to face Clint with wide eyes. The archer burst into laughter at your shocked expression, the reaction only increasing the heat you felt rushing up the back of your neck.

2.

The next day, you were called into a meeting by Tony - an odd occurrence, seeing as Tony hated morning meetings. When you arrived at the assigned room you were only somewhat annoyed to see it empty. 

“Are they not here yet?” Steve asked, appearing behind you with a sheepish expression, avoiding eye contact with you as he spoke.

“No. We did get the time right, didn't we?”

Before Steve could answer, Tony strolled into the room, a smirk on his face as he leaned against the wall.

“Morning all”

Raising an eyebrow at his sunny demeanour, you went to ask the meaning for the meeting when Tony quickly cut you off.

“Before we begin, I think you’ll find there’s something you both have to do first”

He pointed at the ceiling above you, the mistletoe hanging above you tauntingly.

“How many of these have you put around the compound?” Steve asked, voice tight as he determinedly looked everywhere but at you.

Your heart began to feel like it was beating out of your chest, face paling as you looked back at Tony.

“Surely you can’t expect everyone to kiss every time they walk underneath one of these? No one will get any work done at this rate”

Your logic fell on deaf ears, Tony simply crossing his arms and smirking even wider.

A light grip on your chin turned your face towards Steve, and before you knew it his lips were on yours again in a chaste kiss. He pulled away almost as quickly as he had descended, face flushed.

“Can we start now?”

3.

The next time was admittedly suspicious. 

The sound of Clint rushing away from you through the vents made you pause, only to realise that he might’ve been running from Steve as the blond rounded the corner with Natasha at his side.

The red head had a vicious smile as she spotted you, slowing her pace down considerably. Steve - unaware of this - kept walking, almost bumping into you.

“Ah! Sorry, I - “ Steve turned around, noticing how far away Natasha was with a frown, “Nat why did you stop?”

You predicted her pointing above you before she even raised her hand, the same wash of adrenaline crashing over you as you watched Steve’s eyes widen for the third time that week.

“This is getting ridiculous” he muttered, cheeks blazing as he swooped down to lightly brush his lips against yours, avoiding eye contact as he all but ran away from you. Again.

You chanced a glance at Natasha, only to see the assassin grinning even wider than before.

“‘S not funny” you mumbled, directing your eyes resolutely to the floor as you hurried past her.

4.

It was starting to feel like you were at the centre of some sick joke.

That’s not to say that you weren’t happy that you had gotten three - three! - kisses from your crush within the last week. No, that’s not the bit that was upsetting you. It was the feeling that the team had figured out said massive crush and were playing around with it.

You didn’t want it to be true, but when looking at the facts in front of you it was hard to see it any other way.

Fact: Throughout the week you had seen no one else on the team kissing under the mistletoe - team intervention or not.

Fact: Whenever Steve passed you by there was always another avenger there that would hold you accountable if you didn’t go through with it.

Fact: the smile Natasha gave you was enough to know that she knew more than she let on and was happy in your suffering.

You didn’t think that Steve knew - from what you’ve seen of him he was a shit actor and couldn’t keep up a lie for this long - which means that he was either being teased as well (perhaps for being the ‘100 year old virgin’ as Tony had dubbed him) or you completely misread the Captain.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the others in the kitchen, falling silent as you entered. Oblivious, you poured yourself a cup of coffee and went to leave again, almost walking into a solid mass of muscle.

“Ack! Sorry” you yelped, moving to protect the coffee that almost spilled out of the cup.

Steve’s chuckle drew you out of your internal monologue, his hand coming down to rest in your shoulder to balance you.

“It’s okay, I bumped into you last time”

“That is true”

Your conversation was interrupted by a cough behind you, revealing an apologetic Bruce.

You just sighed, immediately looking above your head to see the increasingly familiar green plant.

“Really Bruce?”

“Sorry”

You sighed and turned to face Steve, the silent apology conveyed through your eyes. The blond just gave you a weak smile, cupping the side of your jaw before leaning in, connecting your lips for the fourth time.

Expecting him to pull away, you went to step back, only to be surprised when he moved his lips against yours. Before you could react he reared back, hand flying from your face and stiffly back to his side.

With a tense nod, he fled from the room. With a uncomfortable salute to Bruce, you left the room through the other door, rushing past Tony.

“Tell me I didn’t just imagine that”

“He ran away”

“Again”

“Yes”

Tony groaned in frustration, taking his hands through his hair before throwing them in the air.

“They’ve kissed 4 times! How many more will it take for them to wake up!”

+1

By this point you just wanted to hide in your room like a child. Unfortunately the food was on the common floor so you had decided to go to great lengths to wait until the kitchen was empty before sneaking out of your safe place.

You hadn’t accounted for nightmares.

“Where have you been the past few days?” Steve asked, making you almost drop your croissant in fright.

“Jesus - I was trying to avoid the team” you admitted, hesitantly looking at him. Even in the low light of the kitchen you could see that he was hurt.

“Was it really the team, or was it me?”

“I promise it wasn’t you Steve, it’s just -“ you broke off with a sigh, placing your plate on the counter before walking to stand in front of him, “I could tell that they were making you uncomfortable and I thought it was easier for me to step back than try and get them to stop whatever the hell theyre trying to do”

Steve’s face dropped, shuffling on the spot as guilt swept over him.

“But I was the one who kissed you”

“Yeah, after they basically made us, then you ran away straight after. What was I supposed to think?”

He pinched his nose, exhaling heavily as you wrapped your arms around your waist, rocking slightly on your feet.

“I’m sorry if I made you think that - that I didn’t want to kiss you. I never-“ he broke off, rubbing his hands over his eyes, “I’ve liked you for a while now y/n, and every time we kissed I knew I’d want more so I had to leave. I’m sorry if I-“

You cut him off by throwing your arms over his shoulders and leaning in, initiating the kiss for the first time. Once Steve was over the shock, his hands flew to your waist, lips moving against yours at an almost desperate pace.

The two of you only separated once your lungs started crying for air, both of your chests heaving from the passion of the embrace.

“I like you too, dumbass”

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@xxloki81xx​  @patzammit​  @geeksareunique​  @bangtan-serendipity​

#panic's 25 days of christmas #mistletoe #5+1 fic #steve rogers x reader #x you #steve rogers x you #reader insert #second person pov #captain america #tony stark #tony stark is a good bro #matchmaker!tony #4+1 fic #the avengers #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #mutual pining #captain america x reader #captain america x you #marvel fluff

[quietlyimplode]

Clintasha Advent 2021 - Masterlist

(gif not mine but one I love)

Day 1 - Weather - Clint finds Natasha suffering from heatstroke

Day 2 - Hiding - Natasha finds Yelena in hiding, Clint helps her cope

Day 3 - Friends and Family - Everyone comes home for Christmas

Day 4 - Supernatural/Magic - Maria finds something abnormal.

Day 5 - Time - Natasha has a panic attack on a peaceful day

Day 6 - Langauge - Clint gets caught not knowing the langauge.

Day 7 - Free Day - Part One - Early Shield Days - Relationship beginnings

Day 8 - Au - What if Clint and Natasha were both in the red room?

Day 9 - Domestic - Clint is sick, Natasha is worried.

Day 10 - Missions - Risky missions and the fallout

Day 11 - Colours - The world is grey until Clint shows her the colours.

Day 12 - Gifts - Gifts given freely

Day 13 - Hurt/Comfort - Tony and Steve watch over an injured Clint and Nat

Day 14 - Free Day - Part Two - Early Shield Days (part one = day 7)

Day 15 - Traditions - Natasha and Clint start a tradition

Day 16 - Around the World - 3+1 - Places Clint and Natasha will never go again.

Day 17 - Emotions/Moods - Natasha finds out the Red Room is back

Day 18 - Tropes - 3+1 - times they were opposites (and the one they’re not)

Day 19 - Furry Friends - Liho is not Natasha’s cat. Clint thinks differntly.

Day 20 - Free Day - Part 3 (Part One - Day 7/ Part Two - Day 14)

Day 21 - Senses - Clint likes touching Natasha

Day 22 - Food and Drink - Part One / Part Two (The Pineapple Saga)

Day 23 - Separations/Reunions - Natasha goes into quarantine, Clint stays too.

Day 24 - Signs - Reasons Clint wont let Natasha drive

..

Day 25 - Secret Santa Fic (Not Part of Advent as is Clint/Nat, Clint/Nat/Laura and Natasha & Yelena, Clint & Yelena)

#Clintasha Advent 2021 #Clintasha fanfiction #Masterlist #Clintasha #Clint Barton #Hawkeye #Natasha Romanoff #Black Widow #Secret Santa Fic is up #tagging makes me nervous. #my fic.

[llamakenma]

Heyy Kenma :D First of all I wanna thank you for your advice 🥺💙 honestly I don't think I would have written the fics

Aaannnnd congrats on 500!!!!! You deserve it!!!

Can I get the no.4 for sakuatsu? If not them then just sakusa or atsumu is fine XD

Drink water! Stay safe!

note: hey!!! long time no talk! i hope everything's been well for you! and no worries, im happy to help :D !! thank you!!! i hope you will like it, though it was sorta rushed due to my schedule today TT.

genre: (first time trying this but..) office au!, cheating sakusa au!, arranged marriage au!

request: prompt 4 ("you made me think i actually mattered")

join my 500 follower event --> prompt list here!

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"now i pronounce you husband and wife." the priest spoke, "you may now kiss the bride."

you could feel sakusa's finger reaching for your chin, before slightly lifting them up to reach his lips. though today was probably the second or maybe even third time you had met him, you were now tied to life with the gorgeous ebony-haired man that was sealing the vows with a kiss.

a smile graced your face at the sight of the video that was currently playing on the tv, your eyes darting towards the man you now called husband who was watching every moment intently. to be honest, when you had first married him 3 years ago, only thoughts of marriage failure occupied your minds, you were so certain that he had no intention of treating you well after being forced into an unwanted wedding.

however, much to your surprise, sakusa was more than understanding, he was considerate and knew you probably shared the same feeling about the wedding- nothing more than a disturbance to work. it started out well, with a few greetings in the morning, which then slowly led to kissing goodbye: one thing led to another and now you were head over heels for the very man.

'hey omi.' you whispered as you sat beside your husband, cuddling into his warmth.

'he y/n,' he greeted back as he kissed the top of your head, wrapping his hand around your shoulder to only pull you closer. and at the moment, it was just the two of you, comfortable in each other's warmth, along with the soft laughter emitted from the tape. it was just you and him, your head on his shoulder, and his head on yours, and you could only smile with content as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

you blinked once, then you blinked again, trying to adjust to the ombre rays of the rising sun that glared at you. you felt a slightly wet sensation on your forehead, only to meet the warm black eyes of sakusa.

'good morning sunshine, I'm off to work now.' he said.

you gave him a smile, it never failed to see him first thing in the morning, ' have a nice day omi.' you replied.

you shut your eyes again, hoping to get just a tad bit more of sleep- that was until it hit your senses.

1/12- the start of December, 25 days before Christmas, and also, your anniversary with him. you rushed to get up, panicking at what you should do to make this day special like how sakusa made the last year extraordinary. he had planned a night picnic near the shores of his private beach, and all you could remember was the face of sakusa kiyoomi under the moon-light sky and against the calming waves.

before you knew, you stood in front of his cooperate building, your eyes wandering towards the mass amount of employees rushing in and out of the building. immersing yourself into the crowd, you drifted towards the elevator, before clicking the floor your husband's office was in.

you slowly bounced on your heels, nervous at how he would possibly react as he disliked the idea of having you at his work; you did not blame him, you knew how distracting having someone close to you at work.

ting! the elevator chimed a signal, telling you that you had reached your desired floor.

perhaps your eyes were tricking you, or perhaps your mind had stopped functioning enough to grab what was going on in front of your eyes, however, the sight in front of you, one in which your husband was wrapped up with his lover, tore something in you.

blinking once more to make sure you weren't seeing an illusion, you could feel your mouth gaping slightly in shock. your eyes locked with sakusa, panic rushing through his eyes in a flash as he pushed off his lover in an instant.

'i'm sorry for interrupting, please go on.' you whispered as you shut the door behind you.

you turned around, walking towards the same elevator that had brought you to this floor just a few moments ago. how ironic you thought, you were merely feeling happiness on the way here, yet now you were not even sure on what to feel- perhaps its jealousy that was eating you away, or the lingering sadness that seemed to surge again at the thought of sakusa.

'y/n!" you heard sakusa yell from down the hallway, 'y/n! please let me explain! it's not what you think it is!"

anger roared through you, he actually had the audacity to tell you that wasn't what you thought it was, him kissing another person? what else could it have been apart from cheating, what else could it have been that he had to explain?

turning around to face the eyes of a cheater you had once proudly called your husband, you spoke, " then what is it sakusa, what were you doing mingling with another person- kissing them even, behind my back. what do you want to name it sakusa? an act to prove your love for me?"

tears started to edge your eyes, your emotions slowly spilling over the rims of your well kept pool.

'you actually made me feel like i mattered sakusa, you made me feel like i was the only person you could ever love in the world. you made me feel the emptiness when you're not around me, and with every little kiss you gave me, you made me fall for you even deeper. yet, how could you sakusa? i thought i meant more than just a contract to you."

it hurt sakusa to see you in a pool of tears, especially ones that came from his actions, he could feel a punch in his gut from reality- telling him that whatever he had with you was all over: yelling at him that the person he truly loved was going to leave him all because he could not keep it in his pants.

'i want a divorce sakusa, please just let me go."

#sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa scenarios #sakusa imagines #hq sakusa #sakusa #sakusa angst #sakusa x reader #sakusa headcanons #sakusa x y/n #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi lovely 💖 I have a request for some reca for the community. I have no idea how to search for it but I have a burning need for fics involving John being a confident flirt or coming on to Sherlock and S being a blushing disaster. I know I’ve read some before (like the one where John is a wereslut lmao) but I can’t think of anymore. Anyone in the remaining hive mind got ideas? 💖💖💖 thank you for doing god’s work in these trying times and always being wonderful.

Hey Lovely!!

Ahhh I think the fics on my John Centric Fics / Sex God John masterpost might be good! 

Here’s some flirting fics, so thank you for the excuse to start a new list!! <3 Of course, if anyone has any suggestions, please add your own! <3

FLIRTING

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 w., 1 Ch. || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.

To Quote Malcolm Tucker; or, Get The Fuck In or Fuck The Fuck Off by kim47 (T, 8,484 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous Sherlock, Flirting, Cockblocking) – Sherlock is cockblocker and a prick tease and John is not amused.

A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, POV John, Phone Sex, Texting, Masturbation, Long Distance, Drunk Texting) – What am I doing? he wondered. The answer came back at once: Flirting. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes.

The shape of the world around us by Salambo06 (E, 15,058 w., 5 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Lumberjack John / Botanist Sherlock, Different First Meeting, John Has a Beard, Light Case Fic, Flirting, First Kiss / Time, Masturbation, Love at First Sight, Horny Sherlock, John’s Bum, Bottomlock, Tenderness, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Shy Sherlock, Sexual Fantasies) – Looking through the bush, Sherlock felt his heartbeat quicken as a man passed in front of him. Sherlock frowned, trying to get a closer look despite the bush. The man was wearing a red plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows, and Sherlock couldn't take his eyes off the man’s arms. Muscular, slightly tanned with golden hairs along his forearms. For some unknown reason, Sherlock found himself imagining them around his waist, holding him tightly. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, Sherlock shook his head. Opening his eyes and looking back to where the man stood only a moment prior, he found himself alone. Great, now his only chance to find his way back to town was gone. “Why are you wearing a suit?”

Second Chance by SilentAuror (E, 15,816 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Post-Divorce, Friends to Lovers, UST, Romance) – Now that John's divorce has gone through and the dust is settling, Sherlock thinks that he would very much like to see if there is any possibility of moving their friendship in another direction. The only thing is, he has no idea how to go about doing that...

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

Guilty Secrets by Ellipsical (E, 55,086 w., 16 Ch. || Post-TRF, Drumsticks, First Kiss/Time, Love Confession, Self-Sexual-Discovery, Anal, Rimming, Orgasm Denial, Butt Plugs, Cooking, Furniture Sex, Bath Sex, Rimming, Double Penetration, Prostate Massage, Anal Beads, Dancing, Romance, Tantric Edging, Internalized Homophobia, Case as Foreplay, Anal Beads, Tickling, Dancing, Dry Coming, Romance) – John has a prostate exam and discovers something surprising about himself. Experimentation follows. Sherlock wants to help. They're in love. You know the drill.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w., 16 Ch. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of SpaceBois go to Space

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w., 15 Ch. || Notting Hill AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #flirting #my fic recs #captain-bumble

[ao3feed-sambucky]

i skip my pride

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43510629

by allcolorsoftherainbow

Day 9 of my SamBucky 25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge!

Based on the Tumblr prompt: “Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger during Christmas time. Character B is that stranger.”

Words: 3451, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of SamBucky 25 Days Christmas Romance Challenge

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Rebecca Barnes Proctor's Daughter, Steve Rogers, Redwing (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: Drawing, i know it's a problem alright, redwing - Freeform, Grumpy Bucky Barnes, extremely grumpy, but - Freeform, Bucky Barnes is good with Kids, Family Feels, Strangers to Lovers, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Trains, Kid Fic, Panic Attacks, just starting but it's there, steve being a matchmaker without knowing, Domestic, Slice of Life, Acts of Kindness, Neighbors, only kind of but the point stands

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43510629

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

[domesticated-feral]

Thank you @nacreousgore for the tag!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I. have. 42. Freaking. Wips. In. Google. Docs. FORTY. TWO. And this is only in Google docs. I am not combing through my notes app to get the rest of my wips which all probably amount to 100.

Anyways, they are all under the cut :D

Tagging, I don't know where I'm going to pull 42 people out from soo...: @scilessweetheart @shyawkwardwriter @spikeface @rajveeshah @rhyslahey

1. Controller of the Void

2. That I Lie With

3. Furballs of Chaos (and love, but mainly chaos)

4. Five Nights At Freddy's X Teen Wolf

5. Happiness in your arms

6. I'm bored as hell

7. Sterek Thing

8. Angsty feral Stiles fic

9. Sceo thing - Ouija board

10. Why'd you only call me when you're high

11. "we're here"

12. DSW day 1

13. Draft oneshot heehee

14. Oneshot draft 2 idk could be, depends

15. Wedding sterek on hold

16. Matera, Italy

17. SCRATCHED STILES FIC FUCK

18. Idek

19. Can you even hear me?

20. Regency AU and Omegaverse go hand in hand right?

21. Being the son of a wealthy estate owner was not as laid-back as anyone would think

22. It's a Jacksciles fic now

23. Alpha Scott scrap

24. “Hey! Yeah, it's me...guess what...I'm- I'm coming home,"

25. Jackson Whittemore

26. Stiles and Scott, fresh college graduates decide to spend their summer on a road trip across the States

27. Look, when i find an angsty dialogue prompt and song (especially if it's by Panic! At The Disco) you know im defaulting to Stackson Second Person Smut + Angst mode in a heartbeat

28. Vent fic

29. Stiles was beginning highschool, it was usually a stressful time for every freshman

30. Claudia Christmas Letter Stiles

31. He was dragged out of the cold room, if it was fifteen minutes or more, he was just glad to be out that room

32. Alpha Scott! and Stiles' worries about it

33. Nicolas

34. Sceo abandoned - WIP

35. Scott was home for the winter break this semester

36. the makings of a pack

37. Smutty Sterek pls send help

38. yeah, i have a specific trope i wish to write.

39. Sciles angel!Scott, friends to lovers, angst

40. Scalia, power dynamics

41. Untitled document 1 (not teen wolf)

42. Untitled document 2 (teen wolf)

#look #i thought it was going to amount to like barely 20 bUT NO #ITS FORTY FREAKING TWO WIPS #and only on one of the places i write on #i have so many wips but so less time and motivation to finish them all #tag game

[rainandhotchocolate]

Masterlist

Wow I’m the biggest idiot of all time and lost my masterlist post for mobile LEL anyways its back now thanks everyone for messaging!!!

ADVENT CALENDAR 2019

- 25 fics in 25 days

General headcanons

Marauders at a gig x reader    

Marauders at a BLM rally

Sirius x reader

SMUT

I’ve got you (Smut - Virgin Reader, cute)

All Alone (Fluff city + smut city)

My Girl (smutty smut) The Morning After (fluff)

Something about you (Smut - Virgin reader)

Golden Couple (Cute, long-term couple smut)

Honeymoon    Part 2  (long fic) - Sirius x Y/N, go away for a weekend before their wedding, with sexual tension on high with their promise to have no sex in the weeks leading up to the wedding

Room of Requirement  The Morning After

- Some Christmas Smut :)))))

FLUFF

Tattoo (Fluff - Getting a tattoo)

Black Dog

- A large black dog has started keeping Y/N company in the middle of the night…

Birthday Girl

- Y/N comes from a very famous muggle family, and Sirius decides to throw her a surprise birthday party, pure fluff

Coffee and Books

- Y/N works in the bookstore next to Sirius’ coffeeshop. Y'all know what happens here

Dinner Party

- Sirius has set up a little Christmas surprise for Y/N… pure romance and gooeyness

Admitting

- Sirius finally admitting his feelings for Y/N (a lil sexy but not really)

Christmas Day

- Sirius and reader spending their first Christmas together

ANGST

Goodbye   Part 2 (Sirius’ dad’s death)

Guilty  (Sirius being an idiot in a relationship with Y/N & screwing it up, realising later that he regrets it big time)

Coming out (Coming out as Bi to Sirius)

Come Home (Returning from Askaban)   Part 2 (Smuttttt)

Rejection

- Sirius accidentally makes like hell for Y/N in Seventh year at Hogwarts. But what happens when they bump into each other a few years later?

The Wrong Kiss (Sirius gets a little bit jealous when James kisses Y/N)

Triwizard Champion

- Reader is a triwizard champion, and needs to find something that means the most to her

About what I said Last Night (Yes this is the same name as a series but is different lel)

- Sirius and reader get into a fight right before she gets requested to go on a serious mission

SERIES

Marbles  Part 2  Part 3   Part 4  Part 5  Part 6   (Finished Series)

- Sirius and Reader were best friends until the incident.

One Life Stand  Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5    (Finished Series)

- One night stand, but Sirius wants more

Tension  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10 Part 11 (Coming Soon)

- Sirius x Malfoy/Slytherin! Reader - Classic hate to love series

About Last Night  Part 2 Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 (Coming soon)

- Sirius x Y/N, College AU, texting trope, Y/N texts the wrong number thinking it was Marlene

Blackout  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11(coming soon)

- Sirius rushes Y/N to the hospital after a bad fight with the Order. Things don’t go well

Movie Star  Part 2  Part 3  (Coming Soon)

- Y/N finally got a job in a tv series… only to find out later who her romantic interest is going to be

HEADCANONS

Sirius x touch-starved reader HC

Sexy times

James x reader

SMUT

His Jersey (Smut - Wearing his Quidditch jersey)

In his arms

FLUFF

Stop The War  (Fluff - A moment of peace during the war)

Breathe (Being James’ GF and having him calm your panic attacks)

The girl next door (James has a little (HUGE) crush on the muggle next door)

SERIES

Getting over you  Part 2  Part 3 (James x reader, realising he’s in love with you not Lily)

HEADCANONS

Hugging

Dancing

Remus x reader

SMUT

Can’t get enough (Smut - affirmation kink)

FLUFF

Panic (Fluff - Calming down your panic attacks)

Maladies (Fluff - Taking care of you when sick)

Merry Christmas (Fluff - Reader and Remus being cute af with marauders)

Lily x reader (girl/girl)

SERIES

Tutor’s Pet   Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  (finished series)

- Lily is asked to tutor Reader so she can join the year above her in potions, but they are both a little devastated when the sessions have to end…

Lily x James

FLUFF

Away (Fluff, Lily being delayed on a mission)

Lily x Sirius

SMUT

Infidelity

- Lily and Sirius started hooking up before she fell for James… but it’s been hard to stop (SMUTTTTTTTT, also references to cheating)

Lily x Narcissa

SMUT

Winter Ball

- Narcissa and Lily get a little hot and heavy during a particularly boring winter ball (so much smut)

NO ROMANCE

Last Christmas

- Sirius and Remus spend their first Christmas without Lily and James (taking care of Harry)

Letters he’ll never send

- Sirius wrote some letters when Lily and James were no longer there

Duel

- Remus proving himself in class, duel style

Hermione x Reader

FLUFF

Secrets (Fluff, Weasley!Reader)

Harry x Reader

FLUFF/ANGST

Meeting the parents (Y/N finally gets to meet Lily and James, but unfortunately their not the only people she meets)

Teddy Lupin x Reader

SMUT

Ice Blue   The Morning After  (warning - getting drugged, vomit)

- Reader is best friends with Teddy, and would never expect to act on her long harbouring crush… that is until she wakes up in Teddy’s bed after an awful night out.

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Unexpected

- Reader is girly, frivolous, and fun, and Kaz completely underestimates her

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