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slippinninque · 5 months

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Fontaine, Seduced

(alternatively : Fontaine Tries To Be A Gentleman But You Aint Ask Him For All'Dat)

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, Minors DNI, long fic, cursing, use of the n-word, thirsty Fontaine, ramblings, slight corruption kink, praises n' begging, P-in-V, light bondage, Slips' First Smut

A/N: So sorry for the wait! Sooo, this is in answer to the anon who asked how Fontaine would be if he was trying to hide his nasty. i really hope i did you proud! I've

He...may have a problem.

There you were, the light of his life, seated on the floor and in a nest of your own making. Blankets and pillows spread with you nestled in it's center. A skein of yarn to your left as whatever it was you were creating grew in your lap with snacks to your right.

Absolutely adorable while you watched an old western with him. Fontaine knew you were warm and soft as a cake from your shower and shea butter, he could smell your hot chocolate with every sip you took.

Your furry socked feet rubbed together in your contentedness and every so often, you'd lean back on Fontaine's legs to look up at him until he leaned down to kiss you.

He wanted to see you cry.

It was terrible, he was terrible. You've been nothing but good to him and here he was wanting to see those pretty eyes rolling. It was a problem, he knew it.

Still...

He wanted to bend and twist you, he wanted to hear how close he could get you to screaming. Fontaine wanted to bite from your neck to your ankles, he wanted to ruin your sheets. He wanted to ruin the back seats in his ride, take you on a walk and lay you down beneath the moon and hear you call for him.

Fontaine knew how pretty you'd be taking his dick down your throat and he wanted to see it first hand.

But....it was you.

He could imagine wrapping a hand around those pretty locs and tugging them down to swallow his dick, but he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to do it.

Because it was you.

What if he hurt you? What if he did something you didn't like and you didn't tell him?

What if he scared you?

The idea alone distressed him.

He wouldn't risk it. Fontaine wouldn't risk anything when it came to you.

"Tea time? I think its tea time."

Your words drew him from his thoughts, movie long forgotten as he watched you stretch. You rolled partly onto your side, humming and unaware of the chaos you were causing as your cami rode high and your nipples pebbled beneath the fabric.

"You want some tea?"

You were laid out into your back now, lost in a other stretch and Fontaine took a breath and nodded.

He was fine.

It was fine.

:::

It was not fine.

"I know it's a lot, but I made a promise." You sighed, looking over your shoulder and into the full length mirror in the back of the bedroom door. Fontaine sat only a few feet away, the polishing his sneaker in the same damn spot.

The promise was modeling a line of beautifully crafted crystal-bikini sets. Your locs were piled up carelessly as you struggled to clasp the top piece.

Fontaine has never seen anything like it, but you often ran with an artsy crowd. You often brought home strange and beautiful things to either model, store, or complete.

He really he hoped that you get to keep this one.

"You good, baby, you good. Tell what's it made of." Fontaine cleared his throat and stood, coming up behind you to take over.

"Fluorite and clear-quartz, you can see the lil' silver bells, right?" she said. "It reminds me of those flapper girls! But without the, uh, middle part, y'know? Look!"

You took a step back and twisted your hips with a soft, "Swish, swish!"

Fontaine whistled lowly. All he saw pretty titties and tasty thighs. When you turned and bent over a bit, wagging your bottom at him, he moved before thinking.

He cracked you right across the ass.

You squealed, putting your hands on your cheeks and looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ooh, shit, my bad baby!"

Fontaine's heart fell into the floorboards, regardless of giggle fit you were in. He pulled you close with one arm, pressing apologetic kisses to the top of your head while his free hand rubbed your cheeks.

What the fuck was he thinking? Okay, he's gave you a little pop every now and again but that--that was out of line.

'You fuckin' up, nigga.'

"It's okay, it's okay. Really, it was really the sound that surprised me--okay?"

Fontaine looked you in the eye, saw your glimmering eyes and the giddy smile. He kissed your cheeks, wanting to feel your blushing face.

Then he nodded.

You kissed him on the lips, then had the nerve to bat your eyes at him.

"Y'know...I do get to keep this."

:::

"--od, Big Dawg?"

Fontaine's head snapped up and saw that Big Moss was trying to pass him a blunt. He shook his head at himself, taking the blunt and then taking a pull.

Big Moss shook his head as well, "C'mon, tell me what's up."

"I'm good, 'Moss. Jus' got a lot on my mind."

"Is it about your lil' shawty or somthin'?"

He grunted. Feeling his stare, Fontaine turned to face Big Moss who's expression was expectant.

"Well? Tell ya mans what's goin' on!" On went the fan and Fontaine knew it wasn't going to be let go.

He took another hit and passed the blunt back, "She's a good girl. Ain't like the others I had, I ain't gotta tell you that. Can't treat her like normal."

"Can't treat her... normal?"

"Can't treat her normal, y'know wha' I'm sayin'?"

A beat of silence. Then Big Moss' eyes widened in understanding,

"Oh! can't trea--yeah, a'ight, I see, I see."

Fontaine sighed and told Big Moss about losing himself when you were trying on the bikini-set, how bad he felt.

"Did she feel bad?"

"What?"

"I know you heard me, nigga. Like, did she cry or cuss yo' ass out? Get up and leave? anythin'?"

Fontaine didn't have to think hard to recall your smile, the breathy way you laughed, "...No. She wasn't mad. I was the one most fucked up by it."

Smacking his lips, the Big Moss put a hand on Fontaine's shoulder,

"Lemme tell you somethin', this yo' first Good Girl--ain't it? I'll tell you somethin' about 'em. The sweetest little faces be hiding the nastiest shit, cuz."

Fontaine scoffed, unbelieving. He recalled your inexperience at the beginning of your relationship. You were nervous but you did make up for it in unlimited enthusiasm...

"Hmn."

Big Moss continued, "I'm telling you, man! She's probably shy 'bout some shit and just need a lil encouragement from her man. Trust me on this, Big Dawg. I've seen how ya'll are--"

His free hand went up innocently at the look Fontaine gave him,

"All I'm sayin' is that ya'll rock with each other. Work with her, man. It'll all be cool in the end, ya dig me? Whatch it be something small, I'm tellin' you!"

Fontaine thought about it.

Then he nodded. Big Moss nodded back, handing over the blunt and not bothering to hide his grin.

:::

Fontaine had a plan.

He was thinking about it every since he left Big Moss, their talk still echoing through his head.

'Take it slow if you that worried, Big Dawg.'

'Moss was right. Fontaine took it slow made sure to be careful when dealing with you, and it's gotten him nothing but sweetness and warmth back.

He went to your place without even thinking and you welcomed him in with an excited smile. That smile grew nearly manic when you saw the take out in hands.

He took in your plushy romper and slippers as he followed you into the den. That winter weight that you've been commenting about was nothing but God and Fontaine knew to be grateful.

"Damn girl, whatchu been up too?" He rose a brow at the whirlwind of yarn and notebooks.

"Ah, just trying to keep hands busy!" you said with an embarrassed little laugh. You hurried to make space for him on the couch, moving your next to the floor after tossing down a few blankets.

You went onto your hands and knees, spreading out all the corners and pulling a few seating cushions closer. Fontaine followed the lines of you, right to the lil' bit of booty that was peeking out.

"You gonna be sittin' away from me?" Fontaine mumbled, eyes stuck to your ass.

"I'll come closer." You promised with a coy smile, then told him to get comfortable. You asked if he needed anything as you both settled down.

Fontaine nearly purred at your care of him, reminded of how good he had it with you.

He just had to go slow. Get used to checking himself, making sure he wasn't doing too much. Fontaine would contain himself.

A soft touch brought him outside of his head.

"Whatchu doin' down there, pretty?"

Your hands slid up his jean clad thighs and aimed those bright eyes at him. You still laid your cheek on his knee, still rubbing as you blink slowly at him without saying a word.

Fontaine's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He wasn't prepared for this. All he could do was nod and you gave him a candied smile as you pulled down his zipper. He groaned inwardly, bracing himself as the lust for nearly boiled over.

He was trying to be a good.

Your soft hands found his dick already half hard. Fontaine shifted to make more room for you, utterly enthralled by the way you licked your lips and wriggled closer.

A few pumps were all he needed and without preamble, you slipped his dick right to the back of your throat.

His ears rang and he finally released the remote he's been clutching, arms going out to span the back of the couch. What the fuck was this?

Your head went in small bobs, never letting the head of Fontaine's dick from the back of your throat. Your tongue was wet and wonderful. Nearly serpentine as you jerked the base of him, pulling back and giving his tip saccharine kisses.

He breathed heavily, hips jerking only once before he remembered himself. You hummed disappointedly and pulled back, looking at him with a small frown

" 'Taine, you need to relax." You still stroked his length, "Are you not into oral, we don't have too--

"Naw, that ain't it," Fontaine interjected quickly,

You rewarded him with another wet kiss to his tip, "Then why aren't you putting this where it belongs?"

He blinked as your words rang through his ears, the sweetest faces...

"You always go stiff as a board when I'm down here, never let me stay as long as I want." you sniffed and rubbed your lips against his dick.

His voice was faint, "I ain't want you to think you had to."

"I'd love to, Fontaine, that's the thing. More than often, preferably." You sighed, "I love that you're careful with me, but have you ever...wanted to...not be?"

Fontaine's hands balled where they were still up on the back of the couch.

You made the face when you were going to be really patient with him about something. Your gave his dick another kiss, soft as silk.

"Would you still be into me if I wasn't acting sweet all the time?"

He never understood whiplash until this very moment, but Fontaine focused when he saw the furrow in your brow.

"I don't care how you act, you're gonna still be mine at the end of the day." Fontaine was certain there was nothing that you could go through that he wouldn't be there to stand with you.

"Exactly. You ain't gotta be on your best behavior. You have me and all I want is you. How ever you are. I'm yours."

You laid it out so easy for him, the right words strung together to settle perfectly in his mind. Your words, your words...

Fontaine sat up, his focus zeroing in on you. Your back straightened as you continued.

"So what if I want to act...like-um..."

He sat up, "What? You wanna act up, pretty girl?"

The way you rubbed your thighs together in anticipation ignited him. You were a delicious little morsel on your knees trying to ask if you could swallow his dick again.

The sweetest fuckin' faces...

Fontaine reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb running across your lips. Your brown eyes were nearly black with a craving similar to Fontaine's.

He gently wagged your face, "Tell me what you want, baby."

"Everything."

He chuckled lowly at your whining and leaned in close enough to brush your noses together.

"You know what you askin' me?"

"You said you'd give me anything I need, didn't you? I need you, Fontaine."

Your voice carried off into a gasp, Fontaine had reached behind you and gathered your locs up into a gentle hold before tugging. With your head drawn back, Fontaine had the pleasure of seeing your pink tongue sweeping across your lips.

"You look hungry, pretty girl."

Your answer was a breathy little moan. Fontaine groaned as he leaned in to claim your lips, his reason slipping into the back seat of his mind.

:::

Arms tied behind your back, you could only rock and whine in Fontaine's lap as he pinched and plucked your tender nipples. One hand pulling the satin scarf that he used to bind your hands. It kept you taut and nearly immobile, enough for him to move you as he pleased.

And move you he did. Sometimes releasing your hands to grip at your waist, leaning up to kiss you or lying back and watching you.

The most nasty things flowed from his delectable lips and he definitely wasn't shy about giving your ass a few swats now.

Fontaine has been wringing orgasms out of you like honey from it's comb. The longer it went on, the more it felt like you were being devoured.

On your knees, away from the couch and up against the wall, folded up in recliner, now back on the couch.

Fontaine has never treated you this way. It was sublime. Gone was his careful touches and tender passion. Fontaine fucked you with a single minded determination, content to relish your ecstasy.

"This is what you wanted, pretty thing? Am I givin' you what you need now?"

You nodded, exhaling sharply as he ground into your sweet spot. Tears sprang to the corner of your eyes at the sweet-hurt of being overwhelmed. You needed more to fall over the line, but you didn't want it to end.

You made desperate noises as he backed off enough to leave you on the edge, "Ye-Yes! Yes, 'Taine-- please, please--!"

He kneaded your ass, rough as he moved you on his dick. The pressure had you releasing a sound you didn't know you could make.

Fontaine's echoing moan shadowed a grin, "That's it, tell me who I am. Tell me who's this pussy's for."

"Yo-You, Fontaine, you..." You babbled, "It's yours, it's yours!"

"And it feels good?"

"Mmn, yesss..."

"Is it too much?"

You shook your head. Fontaine's brow lifted and pace sharpened, ripping a keening gasp from you.

He purred as your eyes rolled back and sat up to meet you chest to chest, using one of his hands to squish your cheeks together.

"Use your words, beautiful. Is. It. Too much?" He husked against your lips, pace frustratingly slowing once again.

Your answer was to bite his bottom lip with the best growl you could muster.

Fontaine muttered something you couldn't hear and then he was leaning back, putting his hands on your thighs and driving up into you in earnest.

It felt like running through fire, seeing ever color at once, knowing the name of every star. All through it, Fontaine continued muttering to himself, no longer concerned with holding you steady.

"Mnh, look at that face. Finally gettin' what you wanted. Acting like like I ain't gonna give you what you ask for--that you can't tell me?"

"It wasn't like that." You whimpered at his hands on you again, reaching down to spread you around him. You gasped and lost balance swaying forward to press your forehead into his shoulder. When Fontaine slowed his pace again, you distantly hoped you'd be awake if he ever decided to cum.

"Don't worry," Fontaine's voice was gravel, "Imma teach you good. We'll find out how much you can take, hm? Together."

You were trembling and your brain was probably slush by now, but you've seen the appeal of being greedy.

Fontaine could still give you more, you still wanted more. Together, you could tear down the fences that kept you from each other's pleasure.

You leaned back enough to mash your lips to his, drinking down his pleased moan.

You didn't care how long it took, you wanted this man to tear you apart and piece you back together.

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esmedelacroix · 4 months

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1 day til' Christmas

spending a snowstorm with husband!miguel o'hara on christmas eve⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

2 days til' christmas ← previous part

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It was the last day of keeping your pregnancy from Miguel and you couldn't be happier; tomorrow he would open his last Christmas gift and see a positive pregnancy test. You couldn't wait to share this great news with him.

The plan was to go to the hospital that morning but you miraculously got snowed in and you hadn't vomited that morning making it crucial to take it slow when drinking and eating.

Normally on Christmas Eve, the two of you shared a bottle of red wine and finished wrapping presents for each other and family and friends.

This Christmas, you would do the same but instead of wine, you’d have eggnog. Every single holiday Miguel is reminded that you hate the idea of egg nog. “Who would ever eat egg milk? That’s weird,” you said.

“I drink said, ‘egg milk’, it's one of my holiday comfort drinks,” Miguel would respond.

“I know but—“ you’d start.

“Please don’t yuck my yum,” he joked.

“You’ve never even tried it before,” he continued.

You still had never tried eggnog but now you had a feeling that you’d like it. You took a small sip and your taste buds did pirouettes. Eggnog tasted like a sweet vanilla-flavored version of milk.

“This is good!” you exclaimed.

“Told ya,” Miguel responded as he began to wrap up personalized Fender guitar picks. He always swore Hobie got on his nerves but he still cared. Enough to get him such a valuable yet thoughtful gift.

The two of you enjoyed your drinks and marveled at the gifts you got each other. It was never really. a surprise on Christmas day since you always wrapped everything together. There were one or two gifts that the two of you wanted to keep a surprise including yours. "What's this?" Miguel asked as he picked up a small rectangular box that had his name on it.

"That's your gift but I want it to be a surprise," you replied.

"Hmm, interesting," he replied as he put the gift down thinking it was something like a watch or a ridiculously expensive pen like the years before.

After two hours you were finally done wrapping all the gifts. You were both famished afterward. You were heavily craving some hot chocolate and marshmallows but you didn't have any marshmallows. On top of that, the two of you couldn't leave your home because of the snowstorm.

Thankfully out of all of the random things that Miguel knows how to do, making marshmallows was one of them. You thankfully had all the ingredients, you tried to follow along but it was way too complicated. You sat on your kitchen island and asked him questions while he skillfully made the marshmallows.

You purposefully asked the dumbest random questions and he found it hilarious. While he was letting the marshmallows sit, he let you lick the bowl like you were a child again making cookies with a loved one that let you try the dough.

The two of you had prepared dinner while waiting for the marshmallows to finish setting. Christmas Eve dinner was my favorite because it was breakfast for dinner. This year's menu was eggnog French toast with cranberry jam and cheesy omelets with spinach and tomatoes in them.

In perfect timing, right after the two of you finished eating and cleaning up after your meal, the marshmallows were done. The two of you got comfy and cuddled on the couch wrapped in blankets watching Holidate with mugs with steaming hot cocoa in hand.

The night was perfect and your heart raced with excitement of what was to come the next morning. You fell asleep halfway through the movie so Miguel carried you to your shared room.

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The lovers were nestled all snug in their bed

While visions of a baby shower danced in your head

Santa sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

. . .

to be continued → Christmas Special

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wannabe-fic-writer · 6 months

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader : Once Upon a Time

Summary: You are given the greatest gift you could ever receive. Covers the ‘Secret Santa/Gift Exchange’ square for Holiday Bingo.

Warnings: Some very minor langauge.

Word Count: 1k

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The night before Christmas. The scene was beautiful, perfect even.

Snow falls from the sky, coating the ground and roofs of houses in a beautiful, fluffy white blanket. The decorations and lights on your home and other houses leaves the entire street bathed in festiveness.

Inside your home, a fire crackles in the fireplace, two stockings hanging from the mantle, with the fully decorated tree sitting beside it. You and your wife had practically brought a pinterest board to life with the decorating you’d done and it turned out beautiful.

Your wife sits on the couch, curled up under a blanket, cheek resting in her hand as she focuses on the movie playing: White Christmas. It’s a Christmas classic she watches every year on Christmas Eve.

The film wasn’t exactly a favorite of yours but you’d gladly watch it so long as that beautiful smile lights across the Sokovian’s face.

Looking back at the pot on the stove, lips curled into an unfightable smile, you give it a few more stirs before taking down two mugs and filling them. Topping both with a pretty swirl of whip cream, you stick a chocolate wafer stick in the side, and carry them to the living room.

“Here, baby.” You say, grabbing Wanda’s attention as you hold the mug out to her.

She reaches out to take it, head tilting and eyes landing on you while a pretty smile forms on her face.“ Thank you, darling.” She says before taking a sip.

You reclaim your spot beside her under the blanket and she doesn’t hesitate to lay her legs over your lap. Hand soothingly rubbing her calves, you sip from your own mug and watch the movie.

Knowing that Wanda isn’t keen on talking during movies, you keep quiet, until the movie is over that is.

Empty mugs find a place on the coffee table and you both shift to complete another tradition you’d started since before you got married: exchanging one gift the night before Christmas.

You go first, passing over a fairly small rectangular box covered in snowman wrapping paper with a cute red bow on top.

Wanda does a giddy little wiggle in her spot as she accepts it, fingers daintily unwrapping the gift, then pulling the top off.

She freezes, eyes trained on the two slips nestled inside.“ Y/n,” she breathes out, hands shaking in the slightest as she raises one to cover her mouth and uses the other to lift the plane ticket up.

“I know that you’ve been thinking about going since the restoration projects were complete and I also know that it won’t be easy, but I’m gonna be with you every step of the way, baby.” You scoot even closer to her side, glancing down at the destination: Sokovia.

Her silence drives you a little mad. You aren’t sure if you’ve completely screwed up and she’s thinking of all the things she wants to tell you before she divorces you or if she’s so happily shocked she doesn’t know what to say.

Breaking the silence, you speak again,“ I talked with Tony and Steve about it. Tony showed me some of the photos his drones took and, Wands, baby it’s beautiful. From what Steve told me about what it looked like when he and Bucky went? It’s even better in person.”

Another beat of silence passes before her head lifts and watery eyes land on yours.“ I-” She stops herself, choosing instead to lunge herself into your arms, face buried against your neck as your arms encircle her waist.“ Thank you so much,” she sniffles,“ I can’t tell you what this means to me.”

“I know baby, I know.” You mumble against her shoulder, leaving a soft kiss there.

“I love you so much.” She whispers, pulling back with another sniffle, then pressing a kiss on your lips.

The taste of her lips on yours is a mix of salty from her tears and sweet from the hot cocoa but beneath that, you get the familiar taste of strawberry that comes from the chapstick she uses. It stirs a feeling inside you that makes you want to kiss her until your lips are raw and you can taste nothing but her.

Instead, quite reluctantly, you pull away. Raising a hand, you gently swipe the tears from her cheeks with your thumbs.“ I love you too, Wanda.”

“It’s been so long.” She mutters, eyes yet again trained on the ticket.

While the trip to Sokovia is a part of the gift, the much bigger surprise awaits her in the country itself. A memorial, built in the very same place her childhood home once stood, of both her brother and their parents. You’d spoken to Tony and had it built. But she could know about that when you took her.

Wanda orients herself with a deep breath and a shake of her head. Cheeks and eyes tear free, she presents her gift to you.

A square box, covered in red and gold wrapping with golden ribbons tied around the corners.

“Oooooo, I wonder what it is.” You say playfully, holding it up and giving it a gentle shake.

A snort and laugh falls from Wanda’s lips and she smacks your arm.“ Don’t shake it. Just… open.”

You concede, settling the box on your lap before you begin opening it. The wrap and ribbon find a place on the floor, quickly accompanied by the top of the white box.

Red tissue paper sits inside with a book nestled in it.

‘The Story of Us’ it reads in beautiful silver letters.

Your bottom lip juts on it a pout as you take in the picture of you and Wanda on the front. You recognize it as one you’d taken on your six month anniversary, where you told her you were going to marry her someday.

Here you are, three years after that, married to her and living in your first home together.

A little, emotion filled huff sounds from you before you flick the book open.

It’s your story, you deduce rather quickly.

It looks like a legitimate story book, beautifully written words describing and mapping out the way you’d met, how you fought each other then inevitably fought for each other, and how you fell so deeply in love with each other.

Some pages are a mix of words and pictures of the two of you together or separate, some are full of words, and others are purely pictures.

The story isn’t long, major moments mixed in with equally significant minor ones like the first time you said I love you and the first time you’d binged a whole box set of Wanda’s favorite sitcom.

As you near the end, giggling softly at the retelling of your moving experience. You damn near had to pry Yelena off of Wanda, the younger Romanoff had grown quite attached to your, at the time, fiance.

When it reaches present day, the details of her giving this book to you on Christmas Eve aren't pinpoint accurate but still on point enough to let you know she’d planned this near perfectly, you expect that to be the end, but there are two more pages left.

“Oh? A little future telling, hm?” You quirk a brow at your wife, who’s been silent since the first flip of a page.

Knowing her lack of comment means she wants you to fully take in the next part, you focus on the book again, only to freeze as tears spring into your eyes instantly.

The second to last page of the book describes, in detail, a day you have not yet lived.

A day when you and Wanda come home, the brunette’s expression telling both how happy and how tired she is as she steps into the house, you following quickly behind her with a bookbag on your back and not one, but two car seats in either hand.

Your nose burns in the slightest as the first few tears slip down your cheeks and the lump in your throat gives way to a quiet sob as your eyes land on the last photo of the book.

It’s not of you and Wanda but instead, it’s a photograph of an ultrasound. You very briefly scan the words surrounding the focal point of the picture, noting Wanda’s information on it, before your eyes are deadlocked on the middle of the picture.

Seemingly sitting in the middle of two black circles are two, tiny, almost jelly bean shaped gray spots. You don’t have to guess what they are because the ultrasound photo clearly labels one as Twin A and the other as Twin B.

You swipe the tears from your cheeks before they can fall and stain the image staring back at you. At this point, you’re sure Wanda can actually hear how hard your heart is pounding. Hell, if she touched you, she might be able to feel the heavy thumps as it seems as if your heartbeats are traveling along with your blood through every vein in your body.

“Wanda.” You whisper after nearly six minutes of complete silence.

There’s a nervous glint in her eyes when you look up at her, tears still steadily escaping your eyes but you don’t let a single one fall onto the book.

“How long?” Is all you manage.

She sniffles, finger lightly swiping the fallen tears off the tip of her nose.“ Remember when I caught that stomach bug about 6 weeks ago?” You nod in answer.“ It wasn’t a stomach bug.”

You bite your lip, now tilting your head back in hopes of stopping the tears. They’re falling so fast you won’t be able to stop them from falling onto the book.

After a few deep breaths, and a few more tears sliding down your neck, you look back at her.

“Is this real?” You whisper, knowing full well it is but on the slight chance this is a dream, you don’t want your loud voice to yank you back to reality.

Wanda’s hand lifts, fingers landing on your earlobe where she gives a gentle but completely grounding pinch.“ It’s real, my love.”

At that, you shut the book, knowing you can’t protect it any longer from the stream pouring from your eyes. A sob falls from your lips as you push up onto your knees and pull Wanda up to match said position, your arms encircling her waist in a gentle but firm hug.

Children were always in the plan and you both knew you wanted them sooner rather than later. You’d dated long enough, seen the world and traveled during your years as Avengers, you didn’t need to wait long after you said “I do” to start planning the expansion of your family.

Doctor’s appointments had been made, all the needed preparations were done, and you tried for the first time. The in-vitro didn’t take and while you both were more than a little saddened and disappointed, you didn’t give up. You gave it three months then tried again this, the ultrasound of your twin babies, is the result of a second try.

“We’re having twins.” You whimper into the soft skin of her neck, feeling her warm breaths on the crook of your own neck.

She nods, lips and nose brushing your jaw and neck.“ We’re having twins.” She assures, hands clutching your shirt.

Through all the racing thoughts in your head, the ideas and hopes and dreams that fly a million miles per hour, you voice one very prominent thought.“ Thank you.” And you both know exactly why you’re thanking her.

You thank her for being your friend, for taking a chance on you, for loving you unconditionally and irrevocably, for sticking by you through everything. You thank her for letting you be a part of her story and for wanting to be a part of yours.

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justlemmeadoreyou · 5 months

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A Christmas with Harry

so this is short and might be stupid, it's also lame.

words:900

listen to this while you read this <333

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You couldn't wait to go home for Christmas. It had been a tough year and the thought of being surrounded by family and the familiar sights and sounds of the holidays brought a sense of comfort and excitement. But this year, you were even more excited because you were going home with your boyfriend, Harry. This was your first Christmas together and you were both determined to make it special.

As the two of you drove through the snow-covered roads, Harry couldn't stop talking about his plans for the holiday. He was bubbling with excitement, even more so than you. He had never been one to celebrate Christmas in a big way, but with you, he wanted to make every moment count.

'I can't wait for you to see my childhood home,' Harry said, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you. 'My mom already has your room all set up, she's been so excited to meet you.'

You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. It was infectious and it made you even more eager to reach your destination. You imagined spending cozy evenings by the fireplace, decorating the tree, and baking cookies with Harry's family.

As you pulled up to the house, you were greeted by a warm hug from Harry's mom. She welcomed you with open arms and immediately made you feel like part of the family. The house was beautifully decorated, with colorful lights and a huge Christmas tree in the living room.

The next few days were a whirlwind of festivities, from making gingerbread houses to watching classic Christmas movies. Harry was like a little kid, getting excited over every little thing. He even convinced you to go ice skating, despite the fact that you were terrible at it.

But the best part of it all was the time you spent with Harry. As the two of you cuddled on the couch, sipping hot chocolate and listening to Christmas music, you couldn't help but feel grateful to have him in your life. His affectionate gestures, like giving you a kiss under the mistletoe or wrapping his arms around you while you cooked, made your heart swell.

On Christmas Eve, Harry had a surprise for you. He had been secretive and mysterious all day, but you didn't mind. It only added to the anticipation. As the evening approached, he finally revealed his plan. He had set up a small Christmas celebration just for the two of you.

'I wanted our first Christmas together to be special,' Harry said, a shy smile on his face as he handed you a beautifully wrapped present. 'Open it.'

With trembling fingers, you unwrapped the gift to reveal a soft, red sweater with a reindeer and snowflake pattern. It was perfect and you couldn't help but throw your arms around Harry in a tight hug.

'I love it, Harry,' you said, beaming at him.

'And I have one more surprise,' he said, leading you to the backyard.

To your amazement, the backyard was transformed into a winter wonderland. There was a small bonfire, a table set with a delicious dinner, and a huge tree decorated with fairy lights. Snowflakes fell softly from the sky, adding to the magical atmosphere.

'I wanted us to have our own little Christmas,' Harry said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 'Merry Christmas, my love.'

As you sat under a blanket, enjoying the food and each other's company, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. This was more than you could have ever imagined. It was the perfect Christmas.

As midnight approached, the two of you exchanged gifts. Harry had gotten you a beautiful bracelet, which he said reminded him of your beautiful blue eyes. You, on the other hand, had put together a scrapbook of all the memories the two of you had made together over the past year. As he flipped through the pages, tears formed in his eyes and he pulled you into a hug, whispering words of love and appreciation.

As the night came to an end, you sat by the fire, holding hands and watching the snow fall. It was a quiet and peaceful moment, but it was filled with so much love and warmth.

'I never thought Christmas could be this magical,' you said, resting your head on Harry's shoulder.

'Me neither,' he replied, kissing the top of your head. 'But with you, everything is just better.'

As the clock struck midnight, the two of you exchanged a sweet kiss under the stars. It was a moment you would never forget. Your first Christmas together as a couple, surrounded by love and happiness.

The rest of the holiday was spent with Harry's family, but it was clear that your little Christmas celebration had been the highlight of the trip. You couldn't imagine spending the holidays without Harry by your side now. He had shown you the true meaning of Christmas – love, kindness, and togetherness.

As you said goodbye to everyone and headed back home, you couldn't wait to see what the future held for the two of you. But for now, you were content with the memories of your special Christmas together, and the knowledge that no matter what, you had each other.

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ghulehunknown · 5 months

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Papa Headcanons - Holiday Edition! 🎄❄️🎁☃️

WARNING - mild NSFW: rated PG-13 for adult themes, but mostly fluff

How do you imagine the Papas spend that special holiday? My headcanons of the Papas’ holiday gift giving and other traditions.

Primo

Plants a very special plant he knows you like - different colored roses, or a poinsettia then surprises you with it on Christmas morning

Also takes the time to knit you a scarf that has your favorite colors

Wants to spend quality family time with his brothers before/while diving into presents and a big holiday dinner

Wants to bake cookies with you

Enjoys watching Christmas movies all bundled up with you in the matching fuzzy robes and slippers he got the both of you

Makes sure you feel loved and appreciated on this special day

Falls asleep while sipping on hot chocolate or tea in front of the TV

Secondo

Buys you some very nice jewelry

He’ll plan a vacation to the Bahamas or somewhere warm and you’re leaving the day after Christmas!

For Christmas Day he’s happy just to open presents, bake cookies, and watch movies with his loved ones

He’s not a fan of Hallmark movies but watches them with you because you love them

Plans an extravagant meal with all the Clergy members

Wants to go ice skating with you (mostly so he can guide you along by touching your waist the entire time)

Terzo

He’s horny 24/7/365 but something about the holidays gives him that extra warm feeling

Has definitely put his dick in a box and wrapped it. When you take the lid off the box, there’s a bow around his dick

He’s probably also put mistletoe around his dick and asked you to kiss it (for a visual of this, you can read my fic of this exact scenario complete with artwork!)

Says that He Is the present

Buys you sex toys

He LOVES opening presents. “Ooh what did you get me?”

He’s proud of the presents he got you too, although half of them are basically for him anyway (he’s totally stealing the gel manicure set and skincare items and the soft blanket he got you)

Makes you feel so good (take that to mean whatever you want it to mean) that you hardly care about presents and all your holiday stress melts away

He loves those silly Hallmark movies and wants to watch them with you unironically

Fuck Christmas pajamas, you’re going to be naked in bed with him most of the day

But when he does have to be up and around, he’s wearing comfy PJ bottoms with fuzzy socks

Makes lots of sexual Christmas innuendo/puns like how he’s going to be coming down your chimney or something

Copia

His gifts are usually the most thoughtful

Pays attention to your interests and gives you something based on that

Wears a cute matching PJ set, and gets you one to match him

He’s so excited to watch you open the gifts he got you and to show you how each electronic thing works (even if it’s just a pair of headphones). It’s sweet how attentive he is so you let him show you even though you already know how it all works

Wants to bake cookies with you

Assuming there’s a white Christmas he insists on sledding after opening presents

Carries mistletoe around just to have an excuse to kiss you throughout the day

Nihil

Gets everyone gift cards

Loves Christmas crackers

If he branches out it’s usually something practical like kitchenware or a vacuum

He prides himself on finding the best Hallmark card around because they always profess love better than he can communicate

Falls asleep on the couch watching classics like “It’s a Wonderful Life” and “White Christmas” because that’s what reminds him of his youth

Eats the cookies you bake

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hardstraykidshours · 1 year

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stray kids fic-mas: day 1

pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: your airbnb has a cozy little fireplace, and you tell chan one of your fantasies.

length: 1.4k

warnings: food mention, slight christmas mention, profanity, sexual/suggestive content, wax play, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), implied penetrative sex (please wrap before you tap), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

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"you know, i never thought we'd actually use this thing when i first saw the rental listing," chan says as he adds another log to the fireplace before closing the grate.

"what? how could we not use it? nothing screams holiday getaway more than a fireplace and some hot chocolate." you and chan had taken the weekend to go on a little trip to celebrate the holidays together before you each leave to go visit your families. he rented out a cozy little cabin for the two of you and you planned on spending the weekend doing all sorts of festive things. there was an ice skating rink and a lights show in the town nearby, and you downloaded a ton of christmas movies on your laptop for the two of you to watch. you even spent the afternoon putting up a few lights and decorations to make it all feel even more festive and cozy.

"speaking of which, here you go," you cross the room and hand chan the steaming mug of cocoa you just made. "i added peppermint."

he takes a sip before setting the mug up on the mantel and moving behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. "mmmm, you're right," he says while resting his chin on your shoulder. "it is very cozy."

"i told you!" you take a big sip of your cocoa before turning your head slightly to look at him. "you were so resistant to lighting the fire, but i knew you'd love it."

you smile broadly at him, and he pulls away slightly, chuckling to himself.

"what?"

"you have a little cocoa, right..." he reaches forward to slowly drag the pad of his thumb across your lip. "there, that's better." his thumb lingers slightly on your lips and a moment of silence passes as you both stare at each other, the mood rapidly shifting.

"you know," you murmer, setting your mug next to his on the mantel. "i've always thought about what it would be like to make love in front of a fireplace."

"oh? have you now?" he replies, voice barely above of whisper as he turns your body to face him.

you nod slightly, and he leans in close. "i think we can make that happen," his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, tongue caressing yours as he pulls you down to the floor with him. he pauses for a moment to drag a blanket over from the couch and drape it on the floor in front of the fireplace before laying you down.

in between kisses, he slowly removes your clothing, taking his time with each and every item. the experience is so sensual you know your panties are already soaked, and he hasn't even really touched you yet. he gets you down to nothing but your panties when you realize he's still fully clothed.

you slip your fingers under the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his body in the same slow, erotic way he did when undressing you. when you pull chan's shirt over his head, you toss it out of the way accidentally knocking into the candle on the side table. some of the wax splashes over, extinguishing the flame and spilling onto the table.

"shit! i'm sorry!" you scramble up from the floor and towards the candle, but chan stops you by grabbing your arm. you turn back towards him, a questioning look on your face. "i need to clean it up before the wax hardens."

"don't worry about it, i'll deal with that later," he says while moving towards the side table to grab the extinguished candle and bring it back towards where you were sitting in front of the fire. "i have an idea i want to try." his gaze darkens and although you're not sure what he's thinking of, you feel your panties growing wetter just from the way he's looking at you.

"lay down."

you comply immediately and open your mouth to ask what his idea is, but the words die in your throat as you watch him set the candle down next to you and slowly crawl up your body. his eyes rake across your naked form as he moves, and hot arousal burns in every place his eyes touch.

he places his knees on either side of your hips and sits up, hovering just enough that he's not actually sitting on you. he reaches down with one hand to gently tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "trust me?" he asks gently as he picks up the candle again.

realization dawns on you, and you have to fight the urge to rub your thighs together. you nod in confirmation. he tilts the candle, and you watch the melted wax slowly move to the edge before dripping down onto the center of your chest.

the wax is hot enough to make you jump slightly, but not hot enough to actually burn you. he continues on, moving the candle in a spiral so it drips onto your breast, edging closer and closer to your nipple. when the wax finally reaches the center, you arch your back, moaning at the exquisite sensation of the hot wax enveloping your nipple.

he directs his attention to your other breast, treating it with same slow, torturous movements as the first. he then moves the candle back to the center of your chest and down, slowly trailing drops of wax across your stomach and towards your soaking pussy.

he pauses to set the candle aside for a moment to move down further, sliding your panties off in the process, before resuming his work. gasps and whimpers escape you as you feel the wax trail up the inside of your thigh, stopping just before it reaches your throbbing core.

"channie, please," you beg, unable to take the teasing any longer.

"what, baby girl? what do you need?"

"you," you gasp out as more wax dribbles along your hip bone. "i need to feel you. please."

he immediately complies with your request, pushing the candle to the side before burying his head between your legs. you twine your fingers in his hair and cry out as his tongue swirls around your clit.

just as with everything else tonight, he takes his time, slowly devouring you. his movements aren't rushed, in fact his tongue is almost lazy in the way it drags through your folds as though he's enjoying his favorite meal and wants to savor it.

you try to pull him closer, practically writhing beneath him, but nothing makes him pick up the pace. after what feels like an eternity he slowly adds a finger and you moan loudly, eyes rolling back at the sensation.

after a few strokes, he adds a second, curling his fingers slightly as he draws them in and out of you, his tongue still drawing circles around your clit.

"oh god, channie, yes!" you moan out, a knot starting to build in your core as he starts to increase his speed. even so, he does it slowly, building up your orgasm for longer than you thought was possible. when you think you might lose your mind from the torturous pleasure he is bringing you, he doubles his efforts, starting to suck on your sensitive nub as he reaches up with his free hand to twist your nipple.

it takes only seconds for you to tip over the edge, falling completely apart beneath him. your eyes roll back as your release barrels through your body, pure pleasure filling every nerve. he continues to work you with his mouth through your orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible. the pleasure washes over you again and again in waves. just when you think it's finally over, one more lap of his tongue will bring another aftershock rippling through you.

when you finally ride out ever last bit of your high, he presses a kiss to your inner thigh before sliding up your body to kiss you cheek.

he pulls away slightly and smiles at you, his chin shining with your juices in the firelight.

"holy shit," you finally mange to say. "that was incredible."

his smile grows at your words and he bends down to press another kiss to your lips. "good. i was hoping you might enjoy that. now let's go get all this wax cleaned up." he moves to stand but you grab his arm and pull him back down on top of you, shaking your head.

"not yet. first, i want you to follow through on your promise to show me what it feels like to make love in front of a fireplace."

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darlingdesire · 1 year

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SNOWED IN

Plotless fluff based on Harry and Y/N laying around. The good, simple stuff.

Harry and Y/N were enjoying a lazy Sunday, snuggled up together on the sofa. The snow outside was falling heavily, making the whole world outside look like a winter wonderland. It was a cold winter day, and that meant being wrapped up in warm, fluffy blankets. Harry had his arm around Y/N, holding her close to him, as they watched a movie on the TV. Y/N had a cup of hot chocolate in her hands, sipping it slowly, enjoying the warmth it provided.

As they sat there, Harry couldn't help but admire how adorable his wife looked all cuddled up in mounds of blankets. He wanted nothing more than to snuggle into her and kiss her face all over. Y/N noticed Harry's gaze and smiled at him.

"What?" she asked playfully.

"Y’just look so cute all wrapped up like that," Harry said, snuggling closer to her, his green eyes twinkling with pure love as he gazed at his wife.

Y/N giggled and snuggled back into him. They sat there enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and the sound of the snow falling outside.

After a while, Harry started playing with Y/N’s fingers, running his fingers over hers and tracing patterns on her skin. Y/N smiled and turned to look at him.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just enjoying the feel of your skin," Harry replied, looking up at her with a smile. “It's soft.”

“Good,” Y/N blushed at his words, feeling a warm sensation spreading throughout her body, “It's your hand cream.” She admitted with a knowing smirk. She couldn't believe how much she loved this man.

They sat there for a while longer, lost in their own little world. Eventually, Y/N turned to Harry and said, "You know, I think we should do something productive today."

Harry groaned playfully. "Can't we just stay here and snuggle?"

Y/N laughed. "As much as I would love to, we really should get something done."

Harry sighed and reluctantly got up from the sofa. He offered his hand to Y/N, who took it with a smile and an; “Up you get, lazy-bum.”

As they cleaned the kitchen‘s mess that had been left after breakfast, they kept stealing glances at each other and smiling. They were so sickenly in love, and they knew it.

As the evening started to settle in, they found themselves back on the sofa, snuggled up together. Harry was playing with Y/N hair, running his fingers through it and making her feel relaxed and content.

They sat there in comfortable silence, lost in each other's arms. The snow outside had gotten heavier, but they didn't care. As long as they had each other, they were warm and happy.

As the movie drew to an end, a montage of the main characters as an old couple began to play, and Harry turned to Y/N and said, "That’s gonna be us."

Y/N turned to him and smiled, "Youre so cute, dude.”

"I just can't help it," he replied, looking up at her with a grin.

Harry leaned in to kiss her, and she eagerly met him halfway. They kissed deeply, their arms wrapped around each other, and they both knew that they would never get tired of this feeling.

After a few moments, they pulled away from each other, but their arms remained around each other. Harry nuzzled his nose into Y/N’s neck, and she giggled.

They spent the rest of the afternoon snuggling, talking, and laughing. Y/N loved the way Harry would kiss her forehead and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, making her feel so loved and cherished.

As the evening drew near, Harry suggested they order some food and watch another movie. Y/N agreed, and they settled back into their cozy position on the sofa.

As they watched the movie, Harry couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N. He loved the way her hair fell in her face, the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, and the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she was passionate about.

He leaned in to kiss her again, and this time she deepened the kiss, her hands running through his hair. They both knew they didn't need anything else in the world as long as they had each other.

After the movie ended, they turned off the TV and just cuddled in silence for a few moments, enjoying the warmth of each other's embrace.

"I love you so much," Harry whispered.

"I love you too," Y/N replied, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

Eventually, they got up from the sofa and started getting ready for bed. They brushed their teeth and got changed into their pyjamas. As they climbed into bed, Harry pulled Y/N close to him.

"I just want to hold you all night," he said, kissing her forehead.

Y/N hummed softly in response and snuggled into him, feeling loved and safe. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have this man in her life.

They fell asleep snuggled up together, their bodies entwined in the blankets. The snow outside continued to fall. But they didn't care. They had each other, and that was all that mattered. And as they slept, they both dreamed of a lifetime of love and happiness together.

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imawkwardlysoc · 1 year

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meet me in the pouring rain

Song- Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift

Paring- bob floyd x bradshaw! gn! reader

Warning(s)- Just pure fluff! Also Nick and Carole are alive in this because I said so.

Wordcount- 1,039

Summary- Reader has always been a hopeless romantic and has always wanted to share a kiss in the rain.

“I’m so tired of dating!” I announced myself as I walked into my childhood home to see some of the Dagger Squad there.

“What happened?” Bradley handed me a bottle of beer.

“How come when I set the bar so low for these guys,” I sat down in the open spot on the couch next to Bob, who I greeted with a smile. “Like the bar is six feet under the ground, but they somehow manage to go under it. Like how? I literally lowered my standards for these dates.”

“How do you even find these guys?” Phoenix asked.

“Tinder,” I saw everyone wince as my answer. “I know. I know. A twenty eight year old still using Tinder.”

“Come on Chickadee, you’ll find your prince or princess charming one day,” Coyote gave me a smile.

“Hopefully,” I sighed and sipped on my beer. “I just want the same love that Mom and Dad have. It also doesn’t help that I’m a hopeless romantic with high standards. Just dropping everything you’re doing just to dance in the rain like Mom and Dad did. Where are they anyways?”

“Went on a triple date with Mav, Penny, Ice, and Sarah,” my brother replied.

“Ah, welp I’m gonna head to bed now,” I placed my empty beer bottle down. “Have a busy day tomorrow writing people’s memoirs.”

“Night, go romanticize those people’s decent lives,” Roo chuckled before giving me a kiss on my forehead.

Saying goodnight to everyone else, I headed upstairs to my room.

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“Hey, I’m gonna drop off lunch for your father, brother, and everyone else in the squad,” Mom poked her head in my room. “Wanna come with?”

“Sure,” I nodded my head. “Let me wrap this last paragraph up and change.”

Mom nodded her head and left my room. Wrapping up my last paragraph, I saved and closed my laptop before getting up from my chair. Putting on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a cardigan, I slipped on my glasses after fixing my hair. Grabbing the wrapped book, I slid it in my bag before throwing it over my shoulder. Walking down the stairs, I grabbed one of the trays and carried them to the car. With two trays of pasta, a tray of sweets, and a tray with veggies and fruits, we started to make our way to base.

Showing our IDs, we were let through and parked in one of the parking spots. Carrying the trays of food, we looked up at the sky.

“I have a feeling it’s going to rain,” Mom said.

“More like a sprinkle probably,” I shrugged my shoulders. “But if it does, I’m going to be so happy.”

“What’s with your love for rain? We barely get some down here,” Mom quizzed.

Rain has always felt calming to me. The tiny droplets hitting my window just makes me feel more relaxed. I’m also able to relax more while working on my writing if it rains. If I’m not working, the feeling of being wrapped up in a blanket on the couch while drinking a cup of hot chocolate and watching a movie feels just right. Also the thought of kissing your loved one and dancing with them in the rain is one thing that I want to experience.

“Is Y/N talking about her love for the rain again?” Rooster joked as we placed the trays of food down on one of the desks.

“And you are not getting any food,” I told my brother, jokingly.

“Y/N, Bradley, play nice,” Dad told us.

“Dad,” we wined.

We saw our parents let out a laugh and shook their heads in regret for deciding to have us. Soon all of us filled up our plates and ate.

“Oh, I have something for you,” I told Bob while reaching into my bag. “Here.”

“What is this?” His eyebrows furrowed as I handed him the book.

“Open it,” I answered.

Placing his empty plate down on the floor, he started to unwrap the book I got him. With a smile forming on his face, I looked at his reaction when he saw what I got for him.

“Wait, is this?” He looked at me.

“Yeah, all of the original stories and sonnets of Shakespear in his own words in one book. Also with no translations,” I nodded my head. “I finally got all of my stuff that I bought and shipped from my month-long trip in Europe.”

“Thank you,” Bob hugged me.

“It’s no problem,” I hugged back and smiled.

We talked for a couple of minutes before I heard the sound of raindrops hitting the ground. Getting up from my seat, I threw away my plate and walked out of the hanger into the rain, ignoring the looks everyone was giving me. Looking up at the sky with my arms wide open, I felt the droplets tap my skin in an irregular rapid pattern.

Soon, I felt someone’s arm wrap around me and spun me. Looking away from the sky, I saw Bob in front of me giving me a smile. Letting out a joyful laugh, the both of us danced ignoring the looks we’ve been getting from everyone. We both let out a laugh as it started to pour down on us.

“Hi,” I smiled as he dipped me.

“Hi,” he smiled back.

I gently placed my hand on his cheek and moved my head up to his lips. Bringing me back up from the dip, I wrapped my arms around his neck while his arms were wrapped around my waist. Our lips slowly moved in sync as I felt my stomach flutter. Detaching our lips, I saw the blushing on his face and I could feel mine.

“Wanna go on-?” We asked at the same time.

“Sure,” we answered.

*Meanwhile in the hanger*

Hangman- Did that just?

Coyote- Yeah, it did. All this time Bob had game?

Fanboy- That’s really romantic, I like it.

Goose- Look if he hurts them.

Rooster- Dad, Bob wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They’re in good hands.

Carol- Besides, they look happy with him. Also, doesn’t this look familiar?

*The couple looks at their youngest and the WSO*

Goose- Yeah, yeah it does.

A/N- It is cannon that Bob is a Speak Now and Lover stan and is a hopeless romantic. Change my mind. Also this is gonna be a mini series with two other songs so stay tuned!

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crow2222 · 5 months

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Darry getting frostbite and the gang mildly freaking out bc every time they try to warm Darry up he just recoils in pain because it burns?

Okay I just wanna say that this has been in my drafts for a long while now,,,, I just really didn't know how to write this or even finish it off 😭

Set in Pony's pov, word count: 1,565.

"I thought we lost you like we did mom and dad." His voice rung around in my head, an endless echo that was a reflection of my worry. His whisper bouncing off non existent walls of my mind.

An arm snuck around my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. "He's probably just late because of the icy, Pony. They're annoying to drive on. " I look up to see Sodapop, joining my watch out the front window for Darry.

There was a random freak snow storm, a blizzard I guess. School ended early and I drove home with Steve and Twobit, on the way home we also picked up Soda from the DX.

Darry, however, was still nowhere to be seen even when it hit three o clock and the snow is furiously knocking against the closed window. We were home for around two hours now, there's no way he's still at the site with this weather.

"Yeah chill out kid, he's superman after all. If his truck got stuck he'd just fly back home!" Twobit cackled at his own unfunny joke, but it only brought me more worrisome thoughts. "He could be stuck..?" I let my forehead hit the freezing window as I longed for my eldest brother. He couldn't be stuck.. he couldn't be hurt.. could he?

Sodapop must've had it with me being upset because he turned me right around on the couch and put a cup of hot chocolate in my hands. It didn't seem that appetizing though, it was made with water instead of milk, expired chocolate mix and stale marshmallows from Halloween.

But since I didn't want to worry Soda anymore, I took the mug to my lips and started slowly sipping away at it. The gang must've accepted this as a sign I stopped dwelling on Darry so they went back to watching Christmas movies on the television that was barely working.

How could they even make out the voices and faces in the horrible static? Because I sure as hell can't!

My mind was still wrapped around what was going on with Darry until the front door slammed open with the wind, immediately bringing the cold air and snow flew freely into the house.

"Oh my god, Darry!" Sodapop yelled, quickly grabbing him into the house fully since he seemed frozen to the door frame and he then hastily shut the door.

Despite the blanket of snow sticking to him, I noticed what he had on. He had a light coat, with an even thinner hood on his head. His working boots were probably the only things that kept him slightly warm out in that dumb snow.

"H-hey guys.." His teeth chattered as he slowly took off his wet slush covered coat and hung it up. Now that I got up and got a closer look at him, he looked horrible.

His face was feverish, as white as a sheet and flushed heavily, and his lips were cracked. His hands were a unnaturally dark colour which I only saw when he took off his work gloves, which told me that they didn't do shit when it came to keeping his hands warm.

"Twobit check if there's hot water in the shower, Steve get blankets, and Ponyboy give him your hot chocolate!" Sodapop hollered orders at us as he helped Darry get his boots off since he couldn't do it by himself. His mutters were quiet but I swear something about not feeling his toes. I was really getting nervous now, seeing Darry so incapable is.. foreign. To say the least.

"So you mind telling me why the hell you were outside in the cold?" Sodapop growled at our oldest brother as he sat him down on the couch. I sat down beside Darry, interested to hear his story as well. I shrunk away a bit when I touched his cold shoulder though, not willing to lose anymore of my own heat left.

He made a show of sighing dramatically for us, but was stopped by a dry cough. I guess that's what he gets for being out in the cold for so damn long.

"The damn truck broke down, alright?" He sucked in a breath of air as he started rubbing his arms. "I didn't feel like staying in it an' freezing to death so I walked home. Happy?" He didn't bother with eye contact to us, instead he kept his eyes fixated on the floor.

He must've felt bad for snapping back like that because I started to hear something that sounded like an apology, "Guys I.."

Steve came back and threw blankets onto Darry before he got a chance to even establish his sentence. "I just took these off your bed." He then got himself comfy on the ground, he probably didn't notice how bad off Darry really was.

Sodapop's knee bopped up and down in thought, before he shot up from the armchair and ran off to the hallway. Steve raised his brow at his best friend's departure, before glancing to face us at the couch. "What's with him? Darry what-? Woah." Steve blinked, turning himself around unnaturally to take a better look at Darry.

"Holy fuck!" He covered his mouth after he realised he let the cuss slip. "Is that frostbite?" Before Darry and I got a word in, Steve quickly got up and followed Soda, leaving me alone with the freezing and confused Darry.

"Pony.." I looked up at my brother hopefully, I fully expected him to say he was fine and complain about finding his truck once the snow thaws but instead I was met with, "Can you make me coffee?" His weak smile was enough to convince me, and I couldn't help but wonder what exactly Soda and Steve both went off for.

I stood in the kitchen, brewing the coffee in a way where I could still watch Darry. He was clenching his fists over and over, I had a sneaking suspicion that he was trying to regain feeling in his fingers.

I grabbed his favourite mug for the coffee, but before I could pour it in, Sodapop grabbed Darry by the arm and they went down the hallway. Darry was stumbling behind his pull, his feet must've been frozen or something!

I waited around to hear something, but all that came was hushed whispering and quiet movement. I decided I was tired of being left out like this so I went down the hallway, realizing they were all in Darry's room.

I pressed my ear at the door, hearing water slosh around? Then a command to put his feet in somewhere..

"You want me to fucking boil Soda!?"

Darry hissed loudly, making me flinch a little. "Darry, shit.. it's lukewarm." Soda must've checked the water himself, the silence from all sides was deafening.

Darry blinked, before shaking his head. "No.. no. Just." I heard more shuffling going on, "It's just not.. please let me warm up like this?"

"I think that's what we were meant to do in the first place." Two-bit murmured, and then I heard them all head to the door I was basically leaning on.

I quickly sprinted back to the kitchen, almost slipping in the process, and poured the slightly warmed down coffee in the mug that was waiting for me.

Twobit and Steve both sat down at the couch, whilst Sodapop came into the kitchen to see what I was doing, if I were to guess.

"Is Darry going to be okay?" I knew he didn't know the answer, but I had to ask anyways. He looked at the mug for a second, as if he was hesitating to answer. "Course he will Pone." He gently roughed up my hair before going back to the guys.

I walked past them all to hand Darry his coffee, but I could tell none of them were actually watching the TV at this point. We were all too confused about the pushiness of Darry, but I do have to say that he's always pushed us away whenever he was sick or something. So it's not all that out of the ordinary.

His door was left open, so I just let myself in. His blanket was very loosely on his waist, and he was shivering like crazy. Just the sight of him made a shiver run down my spine, from the cold or worry? I wouldn't be able to tell you.

"Here's ya coffee.." I handed him the mug, which he gratefully took. He didn't even try with the effort of giving me a smile anymore.

He had the coffee up to his face, like he was about to tip it over and drink, but he didn't.

I bounced up once or twice on my feet before getting the courage to ask him, "Are you going to drink it?" He blinked, as if now realizing I was in the damn room. "Yeah, just letting it cool down first." His voice was weirdly husky, but I paid it no mind and nodded.

I stayed there for the rest of the night, managing to put on multiple socks on his feet and covering him with as many blankets as I could. Eventually he warmed up enough that he wasn't like a corpse to touch, then he fell asleep.

Yup, he's gonna wake up in a pool of sweat tomorrow.

#the outsiders #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #theoutsiders #steve randle #twobit matthews #the outsiders writing #the outsiders darry #the outsiders ponyboy #writing #writing prompt #tumblr asks #tumblr ask

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mysticballoonbouquet · 7 months

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A Cold Weather Agere Story

Hot Cocoa and Warm Smiles <3

Hi guys! This is my first time posting my writing on tumblr, and i must admit I'm somewhat nervous. please be gentle :)

It's a short story of coming home and being cozy and warm after an exhausting day. I hope you enjoy it!

You had a long day. You walk into your cozy, safe, happy home and flop over onto your plush couch. You take a deep breath, trying to let your stress leave your body. You’re tired, and you don’t feel like doing anything. It’s cold in your home; you walk into your bedroom, and wrap a blanket around yourself.

You nestle under the covers, and fall asleep, feeling warm and peaceful. After a while you wake up, and find that it’s nighttime! You really needed that rest. (rest of the story is below!)

You get out of bed, the blanket still draped about you, and wander into the kitchen, rubbing at your sleepy eyes. You yawn.

“Something warm, something warm,” you think to yourself. You look in your cupboards, and your smile lights up the room. Hot chocolate! You immediately grab the packet, follow the directions, and soon enough, you have a nice warm mug of hot cocoa. You get a bottle of whipped cream, and put some on your steaming cocoa, twirling the fluffy cream into a peak on top.

You nestle into your couch and turn on your favorite movie. Relaxing, you sip your cocoa, enjoying the warmth and coziness it brings you. As you sip your cocoa, you decide that something is missing -- your stuffies! Surely they want to spend some time with you and watch your favorite shows, because your favorite shows are their favorite shows, too!

You spring to your feet, and dash into the hallway leading to your bedroom. You open the door; in front of you is your beloved bedroom, with its [your favorite color] walls and your fun [your favorite pattern/favorite animal/favorite cartoon character] sheets! There’s a big window in your bedroom, and you can see the sky. The moon and stars are so pretty and twinkly!

With a smile on your face, you cross the room to get to your bed. There, on your bed, sits [name of your favorite stuffie]! They look very happy to see you today. Well, they’re happy to see you every day, but still!

You take your stuffie and give it a big hug, squeezing it tight. You walk back into the living room. You decide to get a snack - yummy! You eat your favorites as you watch the movie and sip your cocoa! After the movie is over you brush your teeth, floss, and wash your face! You turn on your nightlight, and nestle under the covers, surrounded by your stuffies. You are perfectly safe and at peace. Nothing will disturb your peaceful, soothing slumber.

When you wake up in the morning, the sun is shining bright and you can hear birds singing. It was good to relax the night before - now you can tackle the new day with all of your might! You open your bedroom window and smell the fresh air. For breakfast, you decide to make a certain drink - more hot chocolate! Today is going to be a great day, for sure!

tl/dr: you come home on a cold day and get cozy with your stuffies and drink hot chocolate :)

#agere #sfw agere #age regression #age regressor #agedre #age dreaming #bubble’s post #sfw agere blog #agere blog #age regression blog #sfw age regression #agere sfw #agere community #writing #creative writing #agere imagine #agere imagines

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reader6898 · 4 months

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Hot Cocoa

Pairing: Echo x female reader

Summary: on a cold day you and Echo make it a hot cocoa date

Summary: none

A/n: a hot cocoa date with Echo would be the cutest thing ever ❤️

"Holy kriff". You step inside your apartment and immediately start taking off your winter clothes. Echo watches you from the couch where he was sitting watching a holo film. "Everything okay, mesh'la?" You set your things aside and walk over to Echo. "It's so cold out. Im not leaving this apartment for the rest of the day." You sit down and Echo envelopes you in a hug as he wraps you up in your blanket.

You snuggle into his arms and lie on the couch with him. Echo tries his best to warm you up and soon you could feel yourself getting warmed up. but you could use a little something extra. "You know what I could go for right now?" Echo chuckles a little. "And what might that be, cyare?" You smiled and looked up at him as best as you could. "Some hot cocoa." Echo hums at your answer. "That does sound good. How about you stay here and warm up while I got make us some."

Echo gets up and places a kiss on your head before going into the kitchen. He gathers up the ingredients needed and starts making the cocoa. He heats up the milk first and then once it's all ready he puts a few scoops of cocoa powder into the two mugs he grabbed from the cabinet before pouring the milk on top. He mixes everything together and once he's satisfied he puts some marshmallows into the cocoa and puts a dallop of whipped cream in each one. He throws some sprinkles onto yours as he knows you like the extra sugar before bringing both mugs over to where you sat in a cacoon on the couch.

You take your mug from Echo and wait until he sits back down to take a sip. You clink your mugs together and drink your cocoa. "Mmm. Delicious. Thank you, Echo. I needed this." Echo places a kiss on top of your head. "You're welcome, Cyare." He takes another sip of his own hot chocolate before placing it down next to him. He pulls you closer into his grasp and you cuddle up next to him as he chooses another holo film for the two of you to watch. Once you decide on a movie the two of you snuggle together and spend the rest of the day watching movies and drinking hot cocoa.

Tagging: @sev-on-kamino @the-rain-on-kamino @the-bad-batch-baroness @techs-stitches @523rdrebel @cw80831 @dystopicjumpsuit @anxiouspineapple99 @starrylothcat @deejadabbles @sunshinesdaydream @wings-and-beskar @wizardofrozz @rexxdjarin @cloneloverrrrr @moonlightwarriorqueen

#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch echo #female reader #echo x female reader #tbb echo

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yxlnst · 22 days

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Warmth in the winter

Deokyom/D.K x Reader/Y/n

🎀 Summary 🎀 : DK invites his partner for a snowy walk, enjoying snowball fights and creating snow angels. They return home for hot chocolate and a cozy evening by the fireplace, strengthening their bond.

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The first snowfall of the season always brought with it a sense of magic. You watched from the window as soft flakes covered the streets, turning everything into a pristine white. It was the perfect day to stay indoors, curl up with a hot drink, and enjoy the peaceful scene from the warmth of your apartment. But your boyfriend, Deokyom, had other plans.

"Let's go for a walk," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He was already bundled up in a thick jacket, a colorful scarf, and a woolen hat that made him look like a child in a snow globe.

You groaned, pulling the blanket tighter around you. "DK, it's freezing out there! Can't we just stay in and watch a movie?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "Come on, it'll be fun! We'll make snow angels and throw snowballs, and then we can have hot chocolate when we get back. I promise it'll be worth it."

DK's enthusiasm was contagious, and you knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. With a sigh, you reluctantly got up and grabbed your coat, bundling yourself up to brave the cold. He was waiting by the door, bouncing on his toes like an excited puppy.

As you stepped outside, the crisp winter air hit you, making you shiver. DK took your hand, his warmth spreading through your gloves. "See? It's not so bad," he said, grinning. "Just look at how beautiful everything is."

The city had transformed into a winter wonderland. The trees were adorned with a layer of snow, and the streetlights cast a soft glow on the glistening streets. It was quiet, with only the crunch of snow underfoot and the distant sound of carols playing in the distance.

DK led you to a nearby park, where the open field was covered in untouched snow. "Watch this," he said, running ahead to dive into the snow. He spread his arms and legs, creating a perfect snow angel. When he stood up, he turned to you, proudly displaying his creation. "Your turn!"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help smiling. DK had a way of making everything feel lighthearted and fun, even on the coldest of days. You followed his lead, dropping into the snow and flapping your arms and legs. When you stood up, your snow angel was a little crooked, but DK clapped and cheered as if you'd just won a gold medal.

The snowball fight was inevitable. DK's first attack came from behind, a surprise snowball hitting you on the shoulder. You spun around, launching a counterattack, and soon the park was filled with laughter and flying snowballs. He chased you through the trees, his laughter echoing in the quiet air.

When you were both out of breath and covered in snow, you collapsed onto a park bench, panting and laughing. DK pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you. "See? I told you this would be fun," he said, his breath visible in the cold air.

You leaned against him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. "Okay, okay, you were right," you admitted. "But can we go back now? I could really use that hot chocolate."

DK chuckled and stood up, offering you his hand. "Deal. But only if you promise to make those marshmallows like last time. They were amazing."

Back at your apartment, you made hot chocolate while DK lit a fire in the fireplace. The warmth filled the room, chasing away the chill from outside. You sat together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching the flames dance as you sipped your hot chocolate. The firelight cast a warm glow, and you felt a sense of contentment you hadn't experienced in a long time.

DK turned to you, his eyes softening. "I'm glad we went out," he said. "It's been a while since we've had this much fun."

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah, me too. I guess sometimes it's good to get out and enjoy the simple things."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Thanks for coming with me," he said softly. "I know I can be a bit much sometimes."

"You are a bit much," you teased, nudging him playfully. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

DK laughed, pulling you closer. "Good, because you're stuck with me." He paused, looking at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "And tomorrow, we can build a snowman. I've already got a top hat and everything."

You groaned, pretending to be annoyed, but deep down, you were excited for another day filled with laughter and adventure. With DK by your side, even the coldest winter day felt warm and inviting.

#dk #svt dk x reader #svt #svt fluff #seventeenff #deokyom #deokyom x reader #dk x reader #dk fluff

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jae-air · 1 year

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can u do watching christmas movies together pls

ofc ^^ tysm for the request :))) (also all of nct was a bit much so I'll try to do each unit part-by-part leading up to christmas)

Watching Christmas Movies with NCT 127

taeyong: super cozy; multiple blankets, hot chocolate with marshmallows, and probably something like Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer on. you'd both fall asleep by the end of the movie all snuggled up together.

taeil: with a windy snowstorm outside, both of you are in bed with the heat cranked up to keep you warm. the tv is playing some old christmas-romance movie while taeil draws shapes onto your back. you let out a soft sigh as the dialogue mixed with the sound of taeil's heartbeat lull you to sleep.

johnny: you're practically laying on johnny while you laugh at the rom-com christmas movie you put on. the crackling of your fireplace makes for good background noise and warmth while you enjoy the intimate moment with your boyfriend.

yuta: Midway through when some christmas carols start playing in the movie, yuta swoops you up to dance. he twirls you around while he has a wide grin plastered on his face.

doyoung: while decorating the christmas tree with doyoung, you giggle about him about crossing the lights. the mean girls christmas dance is playing on your tv and you and doyoung dance along with it. you laugh at doyoung dancing with ornaments hung around his ears like earrings and glitter all over his hands from the ornaments.

jaehyun: the room is pitch black except for the light illuminating off the tv and your christmas tree. you're leaning on jaehyun's arm while you both watch a romance movie he recommended you watch together.

jungwoo: you're baking cookies while jungwoo's ipad plays an old christmas movie that was recommended on netflix. the smell of sugar cookies and icing floods the house while you two take sips of the hot coco you also made together.

mark: home alone is playing on the tv in the living room while mark is laying in-between your legs with a blanket wrapped around himself. mark leaves little comments during the movie like "how could he even fall for that-" which make both of you giggle together.

haechan: you're watching Elf with haechan in the living room in the early morning of christmas eve. it's snowing outside and the entire neighborhood seemed to be covered in a thin white blanket. while sitting on his lap, you grab a marshmallow and feed it to him. he happily chews on it and places a soft kiss on your cheek in exchange.

hope you enjoyed this ^^ i'm so excited for christmas time!!

#nct #nct127 #nct 127 #nct reactions #taeyong #taeil #johnny #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #jungwoo #mark #haechan #nct fluff #nct fluff reactions #nct u

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manawari · 5 months

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Winter |

"Winter paused long enough to feel the shiver of trees, the stars and the breeze, the marvel of nature in pure harmony." (Angie Weiland-Crosby.)

Characters: Choi Jong-in, Cha Hae-in, Sung Jin-woo, Woo Jin-chul, Eun-seok, Lee Ju-hee, & Min Byung-gyu.

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Choi Jong-in

• He wondered if he could ever get cold. The soft freezing wind, nibbling on one's skin, always turned into warmth when it touched his own. Snowflakes melted in his palms and had not lasted a few seconds in his hand. Jong-in used to be fascinated with the cold season, wondering how it formed and fell from the sky, but now that he was an adult, winter was rather a passing hello. A hello to the frozen waters, a hello to the desire to feel the heat, a hello to the powdery white snow in the streets. Nonetheless, Jong-in liked watching the snowflakes, tiny particles waltzing in the air until they gracefully touched the ground, dissolving out of plain sight; he reached his hand out and waited for the single snowflake to slowly descend on his hand. He smiled when it finally did, feeling as if the snow had kissed his fingertip. He might not be able to completely experience the winter's wonder, but he always felt the winter's magic.

Cha Hae-in

• For once, she felt at ease; the icy blues of the sky and the tiny specks of snowfall drifting gradually in the air, they made her enamored, drawn in a spell that she could never take her eyes off. There was something about the winter that soothed her soul like a lullaby. Today, she woke up past her usual time, which only meant that winter had arrived. The season allowed her to sleep longer until her body was satisfied. Hae-in made herself hot chocolate milk, added with marshmallows, she stirred her mug and sat on the bean bag next to the broad glass window. She dragged a fur blanket over her lap as she glanced at the city outside of her condominium, the sky was clear and clouds were like cotton, utterly white that there were no trace of a bad weather in them. The streets were engulfed with snow and some areas might be slippery. Hae-in's mind ran over various of ways she could spend her day as the first day of snow. Sure, winter would stay for quite some time, but Hae-in hoped she wouldn't miss a thing. Winter had brought the inner child of her which she never expected it was still there.

Sung Jin-woo

• Inhaling the frigid air, it reminded him of the coziness brought by the heater as he and his sister were wrapped under the comforters, watching the movie their father had chosen. His mother would return from the market and prepare the most delicious stew. Jin-woo tugged on the collar of his jacket, burying his hands into his pockets to feel a tad warmth. Tank and the other bears were rolling around the snow, whining tenderly, their pleasant mood was palpable for Jin-woo to stay longer outside in the empty field where no other person could see them. Kaisel crawled under the snow and sprung up, sending fragments of snow everywhere, flapping its wings in delight. The ants were oddly curious of their surroundings, sniffing and even eating the snow, while Beru and others had found themselves forming shapes out of snow. Whether he admit it or not, he liked what he was witnessing, rather than a bloodshed battle. With his shadows happy, he was happy too. Seeing their other side was enough for Jin-woo to feel as though he had not lost that part of him either. Perhaps he could drag his sister out to play later on. Make snow angels and throw snow balls at each other. But now, Jin-woo chose to relish in the happiness radiating from his soldiers.

Woo Jin-chul

• The barista placed the cup of coffee on the counter. Jin-chul muttered his 'thank you' and grabbed the cup, bringing it to his lips to take a sip on the creamy, chocolatey coffee. He pushed the door on his way out and the temperature immediately changed. From the warm and cozy ambiance of the café to the icy and tough atmosphere of the winter. His breaths came in small clusters of mist, the tips of his ears turned into a soft taint of red, though he did not shiver and continued his stroll. Usually, most would do the best out of snow, but for Jin-chul, he'd rather stay in the background and watch the lives of people and the way they coped with the cold. It was him and his hot coffee against the breezy winter, shrouding the whole city — country — into pale white.

Eun-seok

• He had a dream. . . The shivering wind gyrating around his hand, the softness of snow beneath his feet, and the tender warmth from the fire. He wished to feel it again. In his grandfather's home, where it was him and his cousins, curled on the ondol floor, sprawling their bodies as they waited for the old man to finish the oyster stew. Winter had been the happiest season in his life, he loved each day of it more than the rest of the seasons. He couldn't wait to hold a mug contained with hot chocolate and a movie waiting for him in his living room. Eun-seok cracked a smile, staring at the clear blue sky, imagining the things he wanted to do. . . Things he still wanted to do. As his life came short, falling into the deadly hands of the vicious ants, devouring every inch of his dear life, he hoped that if the afterlife existed, he would wake up in winter's embrace, surrounded by endless snow.

Lee Ju-hee

• She was not a big fan of the cold. Lee Ju-hee already missed the beaming shine of sunlight, radiating across the city. Bright and lively. Now, she had woken up to the streets covered in white, so rather than making breakfast, she dressed herself in layers of clothing to keep herself warm and a pair of mittens to protect her hands from touching anything that had been grasped by the harsh atmosphere. She returned to the comfort of her home once she was done, along with the purple petunia that she had picked up after noticing how it was not coping well with the snow, she placed it next to the window where it had the most sunlight. Ju-hee gently caressed the petals with her bare hand, feeling the softness beneath her skin; she smiled, glad how it did not easily waver in the freezing wind. Just like her. Winter had not been her favorite season, but she learned how tender things could be, thus must be held in the warmest hands.

Min Byung-gyu

• Children were always rhapsodic no matter what season it was. Whether it was the embracing winter or the beaming summer, Byung-gyu lived to see those smiles on their faces as if the world they stood upon was a paradise. Laughter echoed in the wind across the neighborhood, kids threw snowballs at one another, Byung-gyu watched with a broad grin; he used his arms to shield his face from being hit by the snowballs and turned to his back on the playful children as he gathered a cluster of snow, pressing it into a ball, then he launched it at one of the kids. He guffawed when he heard them squeal. Unfortunately, it was all when he heard a cry among them. A little boy was sniffling after being hit in the head, so knowing what he must do, Byung-gyu placed his hand on the boy's head to ease the pain; everything returned to the way it was in an instant. Byung-gyu wished to maintain the happiness amidst the cold climate, as well as keeping everyone from pain.

#used the wheel of names on this one to be unbiased of the chosen characters #solo leveling #choi jong in #cha hae in #sung jin woo #woo jin chul #sl eunseok #lee ju hee #min byung gyu #sl fics by rei

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journeyintofiction · 1 year

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hiii, can u a do a Christmas shuri x reader. where its cold in wakanda and they just stay in and make hot coco while watching Christmas movies maybe even set up a tree? <33

I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy!

Happy reading :)

Being from a background where Christmas was celebrated every year with pretty lights, inflatable snowmen, gifts, and all the festivities. Not celebrating it in Wakanda the first year felt odd and somewhat upsetting since it was my favorite holiday as a child. Shuri, as always, picked up on the subtle sadness I had tried so desperately to hide. Upon, telling her how much I missed Christmas, she made it her mission to put-up decorations and celebrate with me. Even Ramonda and the Dora Milaje seemed to take part and enjoy the festivities, and soon enough Wakanda was celebrating it but in a non-traditional way.

The temperature at this time of year is normally a bit warm, but after several days of rain, the temperature dropped dramatically. It made the perfect environment for Christmas treats like hot cocoa, freshly baked cookies, and making gingerbread houses.

“y/n, come before the movie starts and bring hot cocoa please.”

I jumped a bit after hearing Shuri call out for me and get up from the chair I was lounging in, “I’m coming gimme a second.”

I get up and start making hot chocolate for the ladies in the next room before I go over there. Once I have everything ready, I carefully walk over to the family room where everyone is sitting and waiting. I look over to my left and see the Christmas tree is up but not decorated yet and I look down to see garlands, lights, ornaments, and a tree topper laying on the floor in piles.

“Hard at work I see,” I chuckle and set the tray of hot cocoa down.

Shuri smiles at me and grabs a mug, “yes, we are here slaving away while you are in the kitchen making hot cocoa.”

I roll my eyes and turn to Ramonda, Aneka, Ayo, Okoye, and Nakia then ask, “how do you all deal with her.” while handing each of them a steaming mug.

Ramonda shrugs and with a straight face says, “I have to put up with her she’s my daughter.”

We all burst out laughing and see Shuri sputtering and gawking at her mother before she responds, “really mother?”

I walk over, sit next to her and cuddle up to her side and pat her back, “well I put up with you because I love you if that makes you feel any better.” I feel her let out a sigh of exasperation.

Before she replies with a snarky remark I ask, “which movie are we watching together tonight?”

Aneka speaks first, “I have heard good things about The Polar Express.”

I gasp and squeal in delight, “that was my favorite movie when I was back home, I would always watch it in school before we went on break.”

Everyone agreed to watch The Polar Express and got comfortable by grabbing blankets and sipping their drinks. I cuddle up to Shuri and kiss her on the cheek before laying my head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around me pulling me even closer and started rubbing my hip in slow soothing motions.

Once the movie ended we got up, stretched a bit, and moved to finish putting up the Christmas tree. I felt like something was missing so I picked up my phone and started looking for holiday music to set the mood. I chose the Frank Sinatra song “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and pressed play.

“y/n, this is what you would do back home during the holiday season?” Okoye asked while starting to put the lights on the tree.

“Yeah, I did this with my family every year, no matter how rough times were. It was a good time to forget struggles and issues.” I say with a fond smile as I remember the childhood memories associated with Christmas.

We put the garlands on, the ornaments, and finally the tree topper, which was a golden star that shimmered when the light touched it. The other ladies in the room clean up and move to put their mugs in the kitchen leaving Shuri and me with a few minutes alone.

I feel her come up behind me and wrap her arms around my waist to rest her head on my shoulder. She sighs softly and asks, “I hope this has helped to relieve your homesickness?”

I nod and hum, overwhelmed at the feeling of being home away from home. I turned around in her arms, “thank you my love for being so accommodating.”

She rests her forehead against mine, “of course.”

We lean in at the same time to share a kiss, just as things get heated, we hear someone snickering and turn to look.

“If you two are done making out, we would like to watch another movie,” Ramonda says with a smile.

“Mother!”

A/N: Hello lovely people I hope all of you are doing well! For the anon who requested this, I hope that you enjoy it! I freaking love the holiday season and Christmas will always have a special place in my heart. As always please forgive any grammatical errors and please send any requests you may have :)

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