#5 seconds of summer christmas fanfiction

[multifandomworldsposts]

❄️🛷KINKMAS 2023🧤☃️

i’m going to be doing kinkmas this year!! once again give me some requests for me.

I’ll be going to be doing december 1 through december 25!! So i hope everyone enjoys and hope everyone has a wonderful christmas and happy holidays ☃️✨🥰❄️

Day 1: Austin Butler (Breeding Kink)

Day 2: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (Hickeys)

Day 3: Elvis Presley (Stepdad)

Day 4: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (Pleasure)

Day 5: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw (Bad Girl)

Day 6: Jack Chambers (In Victory)

Day 7: Sodapop Curtis (Sleeping In The Lot)

Day 8: JJ Maybank (Doing Bad Things)

Day 9: Harry Styles (Hotel Sex)

Day 10: Michael ‘Riff’ Tamblyn (After The Dance)

Day 11: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell ‘86 (At The Bar)

Day 12: Brian O’Conner (Victory Win)

Day 13: Darrel Curtis (Christmas Eve)

Day 14: Arthur Curry (In A Boat)

Day 15: Peter Parker (Studying)

Day 16: Dallas Winston (Sneaking Around)

Day 17: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky (A Quickie)

Day 18: Ponyboy Curtis (Being a Whore)

Day 19: Shawn Mendes (Taking a Bath)

Day 20: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw & Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Day 21: John B (A Blowjob)

Day 22: Kyle Scheible (Late Night Sex)

Day 23: Harvey ‘Mouthpiece’ Gonzales (Getting Caught)

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinkmas #kinkmas 2023 #austin butler #harry styles #elvis presley #outer banks #netflix #obx #5 secs of summer #5 seconds of summer #merry christmas #jj maybank x kook!reader #jason momoa x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun 86 #pete mitchell smut #dc vs marvel #marvel #dc #peter parker #obx pogues #bradley rooster x y/n #youtubers #colby brock x you #colby brock #dirty fanfic #shawn mendes

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in April 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #61 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🌼 When the Lights Go Out by thelarenttrap / @antidotetogo

(E, 79k, F1 au) In its near eighty years of existence, Formula 1 has never had an out gay driver. In 2017, Harry Styles signs a contract with Scuderia AlphaTauri alongside his childhood friend and competitor, Louis Tomlinson. The next decade of their careers is some of the most tumultuous press--on and off the track--Formula 1 has ever seen.

🌼 Colorful Hearts by Larrysmomfics / @larrysmomfics

(M, 20k, humor) In a world where orgasmic emissions change color depending on the person’s mood, Louis Tomlinson’s semen has only ever been blue. At the recommendation of his doctor he attends a support group for people with similar conditions. 

🌼 In a swirl of flashing lights by @lunaticcat009

(M, 15k, friends to lovers) Harry taps on Louis' window with a sad smile and they sneak into a closed carnival. A starry night of them running around the abandoned premises with their fingers intertwined ensues.

🌼 Fuck You For Ruining New York City For Me by galactic_larry / @galacticlarry

(T, 11k, exes) Louis broke up with him in their New York apartment, so Harry left the city for good. Except now he’s back, visiting with his new boyfriend.

🌼 defying stars by localopa / @voulezloux

(T, 9k, high school) the marching band au only one person (and that was me) asked for.

🌼 Half a World Away by @silverstuff50

(E, 9k, omegaverse) Bothy: A bothy is a basic shelter, usually left unlocked and available for anyone to use free of charge. Bothies are found in remote mountainous areas of Scotland, Northern England, Ulster and Wales. 

🌼 Where All Roads Lead by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(NR, 7k, neighbors) Harry's Christmas takes an unexpected turn when he discovers a misplaced holiday card in his letterbox. He never thought that braving the snow to return the card to its sender would be so worth his while.

🌼 Does it Ever Drive You Crazy? (Just How Fast the Night Changes) by xx_soup_xx

(G, 7k, strangers to lovers) Baker Harry Styles takes it upon himself to get his mysterious grumpy customer, Louis Tomlinson, to like Christmas by taking him on a disastrous first date.

🌼 Girl Crush by Hopeless_blue

(T, 7k, strangers to lovers) He used to be so close to fulfilling his dreams when he participated in X-Factor. But that was four years ago, and now, on a rainy day, he wanders the streets looking for a pub where he could sing sometimes. Charming bartender Louis is ready to give him a shot...

🌼 Why Don’t We Start Writing The Story Of Us by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

(T, 6k, omegaverse) Alpha Louis and Omega Harry get off on the wrong foot, Louis has the worst timing, and Harry believes in second chances. Three times Louis asks Harry on a date and the one time Harry accepts

🌼 I Might Say Yes by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 6k, established relationship) the one where Harry buys a wedding dress on a whim. And his very doting boyfriend, Louis, is more than happy to indulge him

🌼 now i'm tracin' all my steps to you by @alwaysxlarrie

(T, 5k, 5 times fic) Of all the things Harry was prepared for this summer, Louis Tomlinson and his wonderful, wonderful scent isn't one of them. It probably shouldn't be as shocking as it is that it makes Harry want to nest.

🌼 Crimson Clover by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(T, 5k, soulmates) Harry and Louis are soulmates, but one is already promised to another. When their plan to flee is discovered and they are separated, Harry falls gravely ill.

🌼 I’ll tell you something (I hope you’ll understand) by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

(E, 2k, girl direction) Louis insists that Harry stay off her phone and in the safety of Louis' room rather than risk moping in her own texting her ex-boyfriend. When Harry agrees on one condition, Louis' safe night in could become something else entirely.

🌼 All The Way Home I'll Be Warm by @justanothershadeofblue

(T, 2k, friends to lovers) Harry & Louis jokingly send out holiday cards together as friends, and now everyone is congratulating them for finally getting together. A 5+1 fic, for Christmas.

🌼 beech tree in autumn by @juliusschmidt

(E, 1k, summer romance) Louis walks forward. Harry walks back. And back. And back. Off the two track, through the brush, until his heel bangs against the trunk of a tree.

🌼 hey stupid, i love you by @enchantedlandcoffee

(T, 1k, omegaverse) The one where self-proclaimed Valentine's Day hater, Louis, surprises his boyfriend on their first Valentine's together.

🌼 skinny dip (in water under the bridge) by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal

(G, 880 words, exes) It’s a Wednesday and nostalgia might just get the best of Louis.

- Rare Pairs -

🌼 Finally, You and I (Collide) by @lululawrence

(NR, 14k, Zayn/Louis) the five times Louis was accidentally wooed by cookies and the one time he was purposefully wooed by brownies.

🌼 I Saw Several Angels in the Self Help Section by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 3k, ot5) Zayn and Louis are soulmates. They're also missing some soulmates. For extra flavour, it's Christmas.

#28th appreciation #ficrec #1dficvillage #hlcreators #hljournal #hltracks #trackinghome #trackinghappily #tracksintheam #ficsfor4am #cristalreads

[subukunojess]

DJTober 2023: A Monthly Fan Creation Challenge

Introducing, a new Fan Art/Fan Fiction Challenge for the Month of October 2023!

Links: Archive of Our Own and Spotify Playlist.

I always like monthly fanfiction and fan art challenges in certain months that create new work and get the creative flow going. So I decided I wanted to make my own challenge that anyone could join.

Information and Text version of Prompts under the cut:

So what is DJTober? It is a challenge where you can draw or write based on random songs and verses as the daily prompts. I picked the name because it was different and I think Songtober was already taken. You can either post fan art or write fanfic or create a gif or anything that you feel like creating! Will this be a thing? Who knows? Will I make a side blog for this? It depends. Either way, I'm going to try this challenge myself and share it with others.

A couple of things to note:

In order for me to see your work on your platform (either Tumblr or AO3), please use the tags: #DJTober and #DJTober2023.

You can write a one-shot or multiple chapters, one fandom or multiple, and dark/whump/NSFW are allowed as well. Just make sure to tag appropriately and be mindful of triggers/content warnings.

Having said that, I do not allow things like pedophilia or similar in the works. I will immediately remove it and/or take drastic measures if need be.

Your fic can either be inspired by the song itself or by the suggested verse in the picture, or a different lyric of your choice. You can even have someone say the lyric in a quote. Your fic does not have to be a songfic.

You do not have to go in order of the list and you can start as early or late as you want. Just be aware that the collection that is opened now will remain unmoderated until the end of the first week of November.

Without further ado, here are the prompts:

Life's no fun without a good scare. (This Is Halloween from Nightmare Before Christmas)

2) All of your time spent keeps us alive. (Larger Than Life by Backstreet Boys)

3) Think of it as my desire for you. (Chant from Hadestown)

4) Tell me you love me in private. (Montero (Call Me By Your Name) by Lil Nas X)

5) I'm wearing my heart like a crown, pretending that you're still around. (The Great Pretender by The Platters)

6) I'm far renowned in the underground and you can't take that from me. (Land of the Dead by Voltaire)

7) Because you're mine. (I Put A Spell On You, either Screamin' Jay Hawkins or the Hocus Pocus version)

8) No one else takes care of me. (Independent Women, pt 1 by Destiny's Child)

9) Just what to do. Help them to help you. (The Pitiful Children from Be More Chill)

10) Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth. (Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer)

11) Go ahead and kick it up a notch if your life is at a level too low. (Kick It Up A Notch from Starkid's Starship)

12) Don't have the heart to live in the fast lane. (Worthless from The Brave Little Toaster)

13) And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike. (Thriller by Michael Jackson)

14) May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to Hell. (Let's Kill Tonight by Panic! At The Disco)

15) This plant is talking to you. (Sominex/Suppertime II from Little Shop of Horrors)

16) Your beauty never ever scared me. (Mary on a Cross by Ghost)

17) Music and passion were always the fashion at the Copa. Don't fall in love. (Copacabana by Barry Manilow)

18) Part of life's eternal rhyme. (Mother Earth and Father Time from Charlotte's Web)

19) You can't reason with a headless man. (The Headless Horseman, any version)

20) With a taste of poison paradise. (Toxic by Britney Spears)

21) Ain't it the sweetest noises in town, that beautiful sound? (That Beautiful Sound from Beetlejuice the Musical)

22) What you gon' do when there's blood in the water? (Blood // Water by grandson)

23) Because a caricature is all they know. (Candle Queen by Ghost and Pals)

24) If you stay close to me in my dreams tonight. (Dreams to Dream from American Tail: Fieval Goes West)

25) Don't ever laugh as a hearse goes by. (The Hearse Song, any version)

26) We're hand to hand, chest to chest, and now, we're face to face. (Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna)

27) Would you please send directions on how I can get where you are? (T.E.A.M./The Baseball Game from You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown)

28) Sip the gossip, drink til you choke. (Gossip by Maneskin)

29) So sweet. So cold. So fair. (St. James Infirmary by Cab Calloway)

30) Every day, I'll take you higher and I'll never let you fall. (Let Me Be Your Wings from Thumbelina)

31) Writer's Choice/Request/Free Space (You can either choose a favorite song of your own, request a song on your blog for others to suggest, or use this as a free space/day to write whatever you want).

If you have any additional questions, feel free to contact me. Please reblog to spread the word!

#DJTober #DJTober2023 #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #fan art #challenge #song #music #verse #prompt #october #I jut noticed now that I spelled notch wrong oops #I already picked a song for my free space #it's on the playlist #I'm hoping to add to the playlist for all other choice songs someone comes up with #please reblog and spread the word #more detailed rules are on the AO3 collection #if you have questions please ask me

[captainclaudeandthehiddenlogs]

~ Music Game 🎶🎵 ~

[Rules: shuffle your “on repeat” playlist from spotify/the music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks.]

@yikes-00 @redfurrycat Thanks JJ and Red for tagging me! 💘💘💘

There is gonna be lots of references to Hangster, sorry, forewarned is forearmed! 😅 I'm piling up songs that remind me of them, I just keep adding them to my playlists devoted to them. 🫠

1. Burning Love - Elvis Presley

I've been listening to some Elvis Presley's songs on repeat since I watched Elvis. While I still feel a little puzzled about some of Luhrmann’s choices, Austin Butler's performance really amazed me. And I've always loved this song! I think I discovered it thanks to Lilo & Stitch.

2. Celestial - Ed Sheeran

My brother is currently working away from home, I'm always looking forward to him spending some days at home, and this song reminds me of him and of the time we can spend together.

"You make me feel like my troubled heart is a million miles away [...]

Finding magic in all the smallest things" 💘

3. Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

This song screams Hangster.

"Can't look away, beg you to stay [...]

Don't know if you love me or you want me dead [...]

Call me in the morning to apologize, every little lie gives me butterflies

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes, don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

Fight so dirty, but you love so sweet, talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth"

4. Time - Hans Zimmer

This is iconic. I adore Hans Zimmer.

5. Heaven - Eiffel 65 + Boomdabash

I love Eiffel 65, and it felt great when I listened to this on the radio for the first time, it was 90s again!

6. Life After You - Daughtry

I'm obsessed with this song. I listen to it and i can only think of Hangman and Rooster after their first breakup. 💔

"Last time we talked, the night that I walked, burns like an iron in the back of my mind

I must have been high to say you and I weren't meant to be and just wasting my time

Oh why did I ever doubt you? You know I would die here without you

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter as long as I'm laughing with you

And I think that all that still matters is love ever after, after the life we've been through

'Cause I know there's no life after you"

7. Heaven - Bryan Adams

When i'm in the mood for reading/writing soft fanfictions 💕

8. Broken - Lifehouse

I listened to Lifehouse a lot when I was in high school, listening to them always feels like a throwback!

9. I Ain't Worried - One Republic

Top Gun: Maverick brainrot. TGM Soundtrack Cd has been on loop in my car since my brother gave it to me for Christmas.

10. Not your Barbie Girl - Ava Max

I can totally see Hangman listening to this while being angry at Rooster. 😂

Thanks again for the tag, this was fun! 💖

Tagging (no pressure and no rush), if you feel like doing it and you haven't done it yet: @midnighterapollo @beccaanne814 @sereshawl @cristinuke @itshoneywhatever

#JJ! 💙 #Red! ❤️ #about me #tag game #10 songs #obsessed with hangster 😅 #spotify #music #on repeat #yikes-00 #redfurrycat #friendship

[macklinsgf]

no one asked for but I'm here to rank my fanfictions!

20 - Down the Rabbit Hole (bomika): honestly it's no bad, i just sometimes forget it even exists, and just never complete it (should I tho?)

19 - Give Me Something To Dream About (bomika): also not bad but not good..? was one of my first ones so.. meh

18 - Lately You've Been On My Mind (bomika): not my fav, kinda bad even

17 - Should We Just Keep Driving? (bomika): SO CUTE AND ADORABLE, but not that rememberable tho

16 - Christmas Date (bomika): CUTE FLUFF AND ADORABLE BOMIKA!! honestly, obsessed with it

15 - It's a Cruel Summer With You (chenry): cute and fluffy love my chenry's so much

14 - Your Shirt (bomika): most recent one, and honestly pretty proud of it

13 - The Force is Back (bomika): that was me inspired by that 11 second clip of S3 <3

12 - The Only Way (bomika kinda): love it, it linda brings me joy

11 - Wisdom Teeth (chenry): SO PROUD OF IT, LOVE IT SM

And finally, the top ten!

10 - Let Me Kiss You (bomika): honestly just me thinking about all of the ways their first kiss could go, love it tho

9 - Lattes & Lavenders (bomika): least fav from the Coffee & Flowers series, but I love it!!

8 - Teas & Lillys (bomika): sick fic. have to say something else???

7 - Vigilante Shit (bomika): SO PROUD OF MY ENEMIES TO LOVERS BOMIKA MOMENT

6 - I'd Marry You With Paper Rings (bomika): CUTE AND FLUFFY AND SO ADORABLE COME ON

5 - Coffees & Tulips (bomika): Coffee shop owner Bose and florist Mika, come on! is amazing!

4 - You Are So Gorgeous It Makes Me So Mad (chenry): first chenry fic I've ever written, but it's still amazing

3 - Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off (bomika): LOVE IT LOVE IT LOVE IT WE LOVE SOME GOOD TS + BOMIKA

2 - There's Glitter On The Floor After The Party (bomika): FAV SONG FROM REP AND OBVIOUSLY IS SO GOOD??? PROPOSAL MOMENT?????

1 - You And Me That's My Whole World (bomika): FIRST FIC I POSTED AN STILL MY FAV, I LOVE IT SM ITS LIKE MY CHILD AND I REMEMBER FREAKING OUT BC @boseobrien TALKED ABOUT ON HERE HONESTLY THE ONE WHO STARTED ALL FOREVER ICONIC

#im bored #so i did these #i love my fics #danger force #mika macklin #bose o'brien #bomika

[karin-in-action]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for tagging me @fallingforfandoms. I love doing questions like these.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I've got 68 works 😳

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

My word count is 229,462

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I write for Tatort Dresden and Tatort Saarbrücken. Sometimes other Tatort teams or Radio Tatort are included as well. I've also written for Lost in Fuseta, Druck, Ragnarok, Blutige Anfänger and Babylon Berlin. Everything except Druck and Ragnarok were crossovers with Tatort because I like combining the stuff I like.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tatort Pride Month Drabbles: my very first drabble collection that I wrote. The one that started this all. The one that makes me unable to stop writing more drabble connections. The one that no other drabble collection I'll ever write will reach.

Italian Summer (lol ur not harry styles): a Druck fanfiction that I gifted my girlfriend for Christmas when she was still just a friend. Started writing it in summer, so it was summer themed, but only finished it in winter.

Don't be sad, Mr. Laurits: a Ragnarok fanfic written after the end of the second season, because I did not want Laurits to suffer all the time. He needs someone who supports him and he now does.

Es geht weiter (Drabble Collection): one of my many other drabble collections. This one is there, so I can post drabbles whenever I feel like it, when I'm not doing a monthly collection.

And the walls kept tumbling down: an unfinished Druck fanfiction in which I gave Leonie and David a shared past. I never finished writing it and the first chapter is all that exists of it.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best to respond to comments. Comments make me so happy. It's so nice to see that others appreciate my work. But I'm not as good at replying as I wish I was. At the moment I have quite a few comments that I have not answered to. I try to get to it from time to time, but the more there are, the harder it is sometimes.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The angstiest ending I ever wrote was for Zu spät. I want to make it an open ending, but I almost certainly ended up killing one of the characters. And then I did it again for Feed me Poison, fill me 'til I drown except that this time it actually was an open ending. Sorry, Leo.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

A baby being born on Christmas eve is the happiest ending you could ask for, right? Then Freudige Erwartungen – eine Weihnachtsgeschichte in 24 Drabbles is my story with the happiest ending. If a wedding is the happiest ending, then it's Tatort Pride Month Drabbles.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got a negative comment once on Italian Summer where I was accused of transphobia. But like that's the only time I really got a negative comment and I'm not sure, if it qualifies as hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Uhm, yes. So much of it. I feel like lots of it is a little unhinged, if you can use that to describe which kind of smut I write. But I think I also write smut that is more ''normal''.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes, I do. I'm not sure, I'd call them crazy. I have written Tatort Dresden/Tatort Saarbrücken, Tatort Dresden/Babylon Berlin, Tatort Dresden/Lost in Fuseta and Tatort Dresden/Blutige Anfänger. I once started writing a Drei ???/Ragnarok crossover, but I never finished it and haven't posted anything of it. That was a crazy idea for sure.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not sure, if it really counts, but I have two shared drabble collections with @disappointingsalad. We've both written our own drabbles independently from each other, so not much actually working together. She's also written a scene for Ein nicht so stilles Wasser and she's helped me ''translate'' for I don't want a lot for Christmas. Looking at all this, I want to thank you so much. You've done so much for me.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I know, I should say Karin Gorniak/Leonie Winkler, but I also love Esther Baumann/Pia Heinrich so much.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I really want to finish my Drei Haselnüsse für Aschenbrödel Tatort AU, my Aaron Gorniak as a toddler AU and my Vampires in Saarbrücken case fic. I don't think that's actually happening in the near future. I also should be continuing my rainbow family Tatort Dresden Fanfic.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm honestly not sure. Maybe it's writing stuff that is a little unhinged.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Staying in character and actually finishing my work.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've written English fic in the past and sometimes I'm wondering how. Writing dialogue in German comes a lot easier to me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Surprise, it was One Direction. I since orphaned the fics I had published, because I now believe that it is wrong to write fanfic about real people. But that's everyone's own decision. If you do write fanfic about real people, you do you, but I won't.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

My favourite one is Durch den Sturm. It was my first big writing project and my first cross-over. It was also my first time writing smut. So a lot of firsts. It will always have a special place in my heart.

I'm tagging @disappointingsalad @frauv @lucy-in-space @krejong @geschichtenweiterspinnen

#tagging game

[chrissmou]

Romance Books I love the most

I love romance novels and particular series with individual books in them because I can finish one and then read the next one in a month or even in the next few days. I love a good romance novel, with much banter, characters who don’t know what they will do next, and many more, but have a happy ending in the end. Here is a list of my favorite ones (if the book is part of a series, I will write the name of that too). Also in the next two weeks, I am going to rank two of them, the Bridgerton Series and Brother’s Best Friend, both of which I love.

The eight I recommend for now are the following (not in any particular order). I will link their Goodreads pages too.:

1.      The viscount who loved me by Julia Quin (Bridgerton series, book 2): I love Anthony and Kate’s story. It has everything in it. Two stubborn but strong characters, an amazing plot with the flashback, and the second epilogue is absolutely funny and worth reading.

2.      Twins for Brother’s Best Friend by Sofia T. Summers (Brother’s best friend, book 3): I love the careers of Greta and Isaac, she is a CEO of a Tech company and he has a consulting company that he inherited from his uncle. They have good chemistry and it is very sexy and steamy too.

3.      Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen: I love all Austen books but especially this one because I love Eleanor and she reminds me of one of my friends who is very sensible. Also, it has two love stories. Fun Fact: I love the movie adaptation with Hugh Grant.

4.      Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell: I know many of you love her comic series Carry on, Simon, which I recommend and love. But there is a reason that this one is in this. It was the first novel of this kind I read in just two nights two, I couldn’t stop reading it and the novel I bought from London a few years back. I often say that Cath is the protagonist, is my spirit animal, an awkward, avid fanfiction reader with a love story I aspire to have.

5.      A Taste of Love by Jeniffer Yen: The first of her Jane Austen retelling and one of the best too. Liza and James are a good couple with all the best qualities of the original with differences that make it a very interesting book. Also, every time I read it I salivate at Liza’s baking abilities.

6.      A Pho Love Story by Loan Le: This book changed my perception of many things from Asian history and mythology to the Vietnam war and the damage it caused to many families and people in general.

7.      10 Blind dates by Ashley Elston (Messina Family, book 1): As Christmas is approaching I am going to say that this is the book for you to be in the holiday spirit with this fun and entertaining book. The dates vary from bad ones to good ones; and of course, the Italian American family is hilarious. I highly recommend the second one also.

8.      A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness (All Souls Trilogy, book 1): I have read the book “The world of all souls” which is complementary to the series by the author, Deborah Harkness. In this one, she said that she wanted each book to have a different vibe, the first romance, the next a history book, and the last a thriller. I have read all her books and, in another ramble, I am going to talk about both and the series because I love them. I have read this one, three times already because Matthew and Diana have a very romantic and understanding relationship where they meet and they learn about the meaning of being a witch and a vampire, or a historian and a scientist. I love it.

#romance books #bridgerton #The Viscount Who Loved Me #julia quinn #sofia t summers #brothers best friend #sense and sensibility #jane austen #fangirl #rainbow rowell #carry on series #a taste of love #jeniffer yen #a pho love story #loan le #Messina Family #ashley elston #a discovery of witches #all souls trilogy #deborah harkness #books recommendations #inspiration #my ramblings #my thoughts #ramblings

[darkened-storm]

Digiweek Day 5 Part 2

@digiweek At last, the long awaited crossover piece. This was from a fanfic I wrote over Nano last year for a Christmas challenge for the Beyblade fandom.

A little context here: Digimon was the first fandom I created my OCs Steph and Becky for, and subsequently wrote MattxOC pretty much exclusively from then on. This proved problematic when I moved over to the beyblade fandom and my OC crossed over with me. What would I do about her character relationships? Would I have to start them all from scratch. Instead, with a friend, I came up with a solution - the rest of the franchise would just have to come with me, specifically Matt. Both characters went through a lot of revisions to fit into a second fandom, but the crux of their story is still the same.

In this piece that I’m sharing today, we see Yamato interact with both Kai Hiwatari and Daichi, and the hilarity that follows.

Some important things to note about our lovely Yamato in this universe; he is the grandson of BBA Chairman, but the two are estranged following Natsuko and Hiroaki’s divorce. He’s still very much traumatised by the divorce and he hasn’t had a year in the Digiworld to come to terms with it.

And this without further ado, I give you:

A Very Bladebreaker Christmas.

Excerpt

Steph looked up to see Kai, as punctual as ever, waiting for Becky at the Dojo gates. He wasn’t alone though; a familiar silhouette stood beside him. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him, conversing casually with her captain as the two of them entered the Dojo grounds.

They hadn’t seen her yet, so she still had time to dart back inside if she wanted to, but something kept her rooted to the spot. Beside her, she could feel Becky’s excitement building. It was obvious that her cousin was up to something, and Steph couldn’t be sure, but she had a feeling her boyfriend was in on it too.

Kai scrubbed up nice, Steph decided - in a navy blazer and jeans. The pouch that he usually kept Dranzer in was noticeably absent, as was the trademark blue face paint. He wore a scarf, of course; tonight it was forest green and brought out the colour of his eyes.

Ordinarily, she would have greeted her newly reinstated captain with some sort of smart comment, but given the situation, Steph thought it best to hold her tongue and wait for Kai to make the first move.

“Summers,” he greeted her with a curt nod. He was dating her cousin but still addressing Steph by her last name?

“Kai,” she responded in turn. She glanced at her cousin. The scary older cousin speech was more Enrique’s thing, but she still felt as though she was required to say something responsible. “Curfew is eleven, remember?” In the eight months they’d lived at the Dojo, Grandpa had yet to bother enforcing said curfew. Steph didn’t want to give him a reason to have to.

Becky rolled her eyes then gave her cousin a hurried hug. “We’re opening our presents from Enrique the minute I get back.”

Steph laughed. “Agreed,” she said, giving Becky a gentle shove towards the gates. She watch the two of them disappear into the night before she turned to her unexpected guest.

“What are you doing here?” she asked curiously.

Matt grinned. “I was in the neighbourhood.”

He was obviously lying, but she didn’t care. Any doubts or worries she might have had over the last two weeks seemed completely irrelevant when he looked at her the way he was looking at her now; with a mixture of kindness and hope.

He was wearing a heavy coat over jeans and had tied his scarf loosely around his neck. He climbed the steps to the dojo carefully - the earlier drizzle had turned the snow on the path to slippery slush. He stopped one step short of the landing so that when he looked up at her, they stood nose to nose.

“I know how much you love spending Christmas with your family,” he explained, and there was no judgement in his tone. “I didn’t want you to feel homesick.”

Her heart gave a little flutter as his hands found her waist, his fingers catching in the fabric of her hoodie and drawing her towards him. As he did, she reached her arms up, looping them around his neck to steady herself on the step.

When she had first met him, she never would have expected that the broody teenager who had declared his distaste for everything to do with beyblading would actually turn out to be the patient and compassionate boy standing before her. Steph knew that aside from his brother, she was the only person to see this side of him - the side he’d kept hidden following his parent’s divorce.

“What about your mom and T.K?” she asked. She knew Nancy, who had mixed European heritage, still very much liked to celebrate Christmas with her children, something Matt had begrudgingly participated in for the sake of his younger brother. “Shouldn’t you be spending Christmas Eve with them?”

She caught the brief flash of emotion that crossed his face at the mention of his mother and brother, but she couldn’t identify it. Was it regret? Anger? Perhaps it was both; she could never be certain what he was thinking when it came to his family. Whatever it was, it was gone a moment later and his expression softened.

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I have all of tomorrow to spend with them,” he told her. “Right now - on Christmas Eve - the only place I want to be is with you.”

Her heart gave a little flutter at that, and when he leaned towards her, she felt her whole body grow tense in anticipation of his lips on hers.

“What are you doing?”

They both gave a start, jumping apart and, her heart racing, Steph looked around for the source of the interruption.

Daichi was standing in the doorway, a half eaten gingerbread cookie in one hand and a bucket of popcorn in the other. The young teen was eyeing them suspiciously, his blue eyes narrowed.

“Who are you?” he blurted out.

Steph felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Of all people to stumble across them, she thought. She cleared her throat apprehensively. “Daichi, this is Matt. We go to school together.” Then she added for Matt’s benefit; “Daichi is - ”

“Tyson’s tag team partner,” Matt guessed, surprising her with knowledge. “I saw your match against Ming Ming last year.”

Daichi blinked, astonished. “You did?”

Matt nodded, and Steph felt compelled to add. “Matt is Mr. Dickenson’s grandson. He’s been helping us train for the upcoming match with the Bladesharks.”

She felt a chill creep up her spine, one that had nothing to do with the weather, and turned back to her teammate. “What are you doing out here anyway, Daichi?”

The younger boy blinked, then his eyes widened as he remembered. “Tyson sent me to get you - the movie’s starting.”

Ah, Steph thought. She’d almost forgotten about the movie night. “I’ll be there in a minute,” she promised, ushering the younger boy back inside and reminding him to take off his shoes. When she was sure he wasn’t lingering in the doorway and trying to overhear, she turned to Matt.

“So … that’s Daichi,” she explained unnecessarily. “He’s staying with us for the holidays.”

He chuckled. “He sounds like a handful.” He tucked his hands into his pockets awkwardly. “If you already have plans with your teammates, I can go - ”

“No!” she said at once, grasping for his jacket. “Come and watch the movie with us - that is, if you want to,” she added the last bit hastily, afraid she might be overstepping.

He hesitated. “What’s the movie?”

“The Grinch.”

“With Jim Carey, or the other guy?”

She laughed. “Jim Carey, of course.”

He considered this for a moment; he’d told her that he’d come because he was worried she might be homesick, but she wondered, or rather hoped, if he’d really come for another reason he had yet to disclose. Finally, he said; “Why not.” He followed her inside, discarding his shoes by the door and hanging his own coat on the coat rack (Steph was too short to reach the hooks, anyway).

“Your tree is crooked,” he commented.

“Don’t start,” she warned, hearing Tyson’s chuckle of laughter from the couch. Suspiciously, neither he or Hilary seemed surprised to see Matt with her - Daichi may have already tattled on her on his way inside. Or maybe it had been Tyson and Hilary’s idea to begin with - she figured it wouldn’t be difficult to get the truth out of Tyson later.

The couple had curled up on the sofa closest to the fire, leaving only the small, two seater couch in front of the Christmas tree for them to share. Shooing Freya onto the floor, she motioned for him to sit and scooted into the corner of the couch, her hand brushing against his knee as she reached for the remote beside him.

“Sorry,” she muttered. She was acutely aware of Hilary and Tyson watching the whole awkward exchange and for a moment, it looked as though Tyson was about to say something before Hilary flicked him squarely on the nose.

“Ow,” he muttered, rubbing his nose and wincing. “What was that for?”

Hilary ignored him. “Where did Daichi go?” she asked.

The world champion shrugged. “Probably getting more food,” he said, then he bellowed; “Oi Daichi, the movie’s starting.”

Beside her, Steph felt Matt wince at the sound and she shrugged apologetically. A moment later, the youngest Bladebreaker reappeared with, as Tyson predicted, yet another bowl of popcorn.

“Hope you’re planning to share that,” the world champion teased.

Daichi scowled, covering the bowl with his hands protectively. “Not with you,” he said, darting out of reach of Tyson’s outstretched hand and, and despite their couch being only a two seater, somehow managed to wriggle his way between Steph and Matt.

“Want some popcorn?” he asked, shoving the bucket of popped corn under Matt’s nose so suddenly he gave a start.

“No, thank you,” he said awkwardly. He was clearly unsure what to make of Daichi’s strange behaviour, but too polite to say anything.

Daichi shrugged, shovelling a handful in his mouth. “Suit yourself,” he said, earning a disgusted glare from Hilary as popcorn kernels spilled out onto the floor, where Freya considered them fair game.

“Daichi … “ she groaned, putting emphasis on the last syllable of his name the way she always did when the younger boy was being unintentionally rude.

“What?” he protested.

Hilary sighed, nudging her boyfriend with her foot. Tyson sighed, dragging his eyes away from the TV just long enough to roll his eyes at his teammate.

“Hey Daichi, ever heard of a thing called personal space?”

Daichi frowned, clearly oblivious. “But I want to sit here…” he said, his voice full of disappointment and Steph couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s fine, Daichi,” she said, stretching out her blanket so that it covered them both. “Let’s just watch the movie, okay?” Daichi nodded, relieved, and scooted closer, tucking a corner of the blanket around himself and settled in for the movie.

“Inside a snowflake, like the one on your sleeve…”

#digiweek #digiweek2022 #steph summers #digimon fanfiction #beyblade fanfiction #yamato ishida #becky carter #beybladexdigimon #beybladedigimon crossover #beybladeseason4 #beyblade x digimon crossover

[except4bunnies]

For the fanfiction ask: 38 & 39? :)

Thank you for asking – I enjoyed pondering those questions :)

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

All the small things. That one I really wrote for myself. I wanted to write about being young and living away from family for the first time and falling in love for the first time – or rather: slowly discovering that one has fallen in love. About this super hot summer back in 2003 and the first kiss that really counts. Nothing is taken out of an old diary but the atmosphere I tried to recreate I have some very nostalgic feelings about. Close second: Das kann uns keiner nehmen. It was a joy to write and I like to reread it but I did not think it would be of much interest to other people (no otp, a probably not well liked secondary character etc.)

39. What is your most self-indulgent wip?

There is no wip, I‘m so far a wip-less person. I only have some ideas circling through my head (What if Julia Grosz and Ela Erol did meet again years after police training but before „Schattenleben“? What if Julia and Tine celebrate christmas with Tine’s family and have to sleep in Tine‘s old bedroom?) and I totally wanna write a „5 things/times story“, most probably about 5+1 kisses, of all tropes, and when I do that it will be because I very much love to read those stories myself.

#writing ask game #fanfiction ask game #tatort hamburg #julia grosz #tatort

[justabooknerdposts]

More Story Updates!

Hi!  

I took a social media break for a while (which was honestly super refreshing) and I’ve been using that time to work on some new stories, both fanfic and my own stuff, so I wanted to jump back on and share about some new stories I’ve posted.  Also, quick fangirl squeal that the PJO TV show is actually getting ready to film this summer, which is exciting!  And, second fangirl squeal, Shadow and Bone is shooting season two!  Cannot wait for all of that!

So, for stories, a few months ago, I posted three new stories on my MariaClaire account for Ao3 and FanFiction that did not get a post on Tumblr, so here they are:

*Just a Typical Friday Night (for a Demigod, Anyway)-- Annabeth is trying to enjoy her Friday evening--until some monsters interrupt it. Now, she has to help get another demigod safely to camp. Just another typical day in the life of a half-blood.

*Solstice-It's the winter solstice, and Percy and Annabeth...aren't actually on a quest this year.

*Christmas Eve--It's Christmas Eve at the Jackson-Blofis apartment, but even in this safe place, a nightmare wakes Annabeth up.  Luckily, in this house, she's not alone.

I only have the Ao3 links because that’s what I have pulled up right now, but you can find them on my Fanfiction page as well.

In other news…I’ve also started writing a few other PJO fanfic stories under a different pseud—TraitorousHearts8.  Here’s the links for Ao3 and FF.net if you’re interested: Ao3    FF.net  

The reason I started writing some stories under a different username is because I wanted to try pushing myself into some more young adult (YA) vs. middle grade (MG) topics, for my own writing practice. However, it’s ALWAYS been my goal for my MariaClaire stories to pretty well match the level of romance, violence, and language that’s in Rick’s books, which are geared to a middle-grade audience. Some college and future-fic stories might push the boundaries there a little bit, but anything set within the timeframe and world of the books, I wanted to keep as middle-grade appropriate as possible.  However, I wanted to try out some ideas for stories leaning more towards the YA level, but I didn’t want to compromise my goal of keeping my MariaClaire fanfic stories MG appropriate.  So, I decided to try out a new username and post stories under that.  It’s been fun!  The new stories aren’t gratuitous or “lemon” or anything like that—they just occasionally deal with some more mature topics that are more commonly found in YA stories than MG stories.

So, if you like my other stories, you may want to check these out!  The ones I’m most excited about are the Stolen Moments series—this is a 3 story collection of missing moments from the Heroes of Olympus series.  The first story covers missing moments in Son of Neptune and Mark of Athena, the second covers missing moments from House of Hades, and the third covers missing moments from Blood of Olympus.  The first two stories are complete and posted, and I’m in the process of posting the third story now—we’re ten chapters in, with about 5-6 more still to come.  I’ve wanted to do this missing moments series for a long time and it’s been really fun to dive back into the books and play with scenes and characters again.  I previously did a BoO missing moments story, The In-Between Times, but that was close to when the book first came out, and now, post-ToA, I wanted to go back and revisit some scenes and try some different missing moments for BoO.  This series primarily (like 98%) focuses on Percy and Annabeth and their relationship across the quest/series.  So, if you’re feeling a craving for Percabeth, feel free to check these out!

Stolen Moments (SoN and MoA missing moments): Ao3 FF.net

Stolen Moments, Part II: More to the Story (HoH missing moments): Ao3  FF.net

Stolen Moments, Part III: The Rest of the Story (BoO missing moments): Ao3  FF.net

Hope everyone is doing well!  <3

-MariaClaire

#pjo #fanfic #ff #fanfiction #my stories #percabeth #writing #also a new pseud with new stories--keep reading under expand!

[cyclone-rachel]

directors cut on that fic you wrote where brainy turns human

going to assume you mean No Connection

so basically, the idea for this fic came about because sometime in the summer of 2016 I started to get into the show Star Trek: Deep Space Nine because an actor I really liked was in it, and his character basically had the same/at least a similar relationship with his adopted father figure that a character he'd later play would have with his adopted son figure (except his character in DS9 was a good guy and the son character from this other show was a villain. if you know, you know).

And a few months later, some of my friends and I started streaming shows/movies/youtube videos/etc. together, and we watched the animated Legion of Superheroes series which I'd watched some episodes of as a child and watched all of when I was 17. So one of my friends (shoutout to Pesky) got really into LOSH, and specifically the Brainy and Superman ship, which encouraged me to also get into it. We started sharing headcanons about them back and forth, and while we were doing that I kept watching DS9 and during one episode I was like "hey wait a second this would really fit Brainy and Superman" so I showed it to her and she agreed with me. Which was how she ended up writing the first chapter of her Heart of Steel fic collection, and later another episode that I thought the same thing about. (plus several other episodes of other shows that we thought fit for both of them)

And while we were trading headcanons, I sent her this:

which again was inspired by me seeing a DS9 episode and being like "well that's perfect for LOSH Brainy". The original episode title was "Broken Link" so I was like "so what's another way to say that but being applicable to Brainy and the Coluan hive mind" and I came up with "No Connection" as in no connection to the other Coluans and also like no internet connection.

and then I didn't write it until 2018. It was supposed to be Pesky's Christmas present for 2017, and then for her birthday in February (the first chapter at least was posted on AO3 2 days before her birthday), and because I was in college and not great at time management/meeting deadlines, I was like "fuck it. it's being finished on the LOSH finale 10th anniversary, April 5th, 2018. Let's go."

Luckily, it was finished on that date (and even before then, I think.)

Also:

definitely made it over 9,000 words in total for the meme (which I heard all the time as a child in middle school with exclusively male classmates for a year and a half but never understood and nevertheless found funny)

the end of the fic was me being like "oh hey I can fit another AU I love in here" and deciding to have Brainy become a Green Lantern even if that may be inaccurate for the comics.

did I intend for it to be in 5 parts because Brainiac 5? I don't think so but it's a fun coincidence anyway.

Pesky considers this to be the honorary 10th chapter of Heart of Steel, which does indeed make me feel honored

at the time this was the longest piece of fanfiction I'd ever written, which I've since surpassed obviously

#rachel talks about stuff #rachel answers questions #anon #papa don't look #not sure if this is what you wanted but anyway

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Holiday Series - Ashton

[Luke] [Michael] [Calum]

Pairing: Ashton Irwin/ Reader

Requested By: N/A

Word Count: 4,636

Summary: Ashon knows that you’re missing home around the holidays, so he decides to make it a little easier. 

“Great show, baby!” You called out to Ashton, excitedly putting your arms out for him as he walked off stage. His shirt and hair were soaked with sweat, but you couldn't have cared less as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “You were amazing out there.” You said into his chest as he hugged you.

Ashton brought one hand to the back of your head as he kissed your hair. “Thank you, darling. You know I always do better when you're in the crowd.”

You smiled up to him, feeling your cheeks go warm. “You always do wonderfully, whether I'm there or not.” You told him before kissing his smiling lips. “Now, let's get to the hotel. I'm ready to cuddle you and watch Christmas movies until my eyeballs fall out.”

Ashton giggled as he removed one arm from your shoulders, the other hanging loosely around your neck. He started to lead you away from the bustling backstage area back to the dressing room. You were surprised to find it completely empty, save for some furniture and the band’s wardrobes lined up along one wall.

“They sure left in a hurry.” You commented as Ashton closed the door behind you.

He picked up his cellphone from a table and opened it. He read something on the screen, his brows furrowing as he read. He had an annoyed look on his face as he put his phone back to sleep and set it on the table. “I'm gonna take a shower and we can head out.”

“Something wrong with the shower at the hotel?” You asked him.

“No,” He answered, drawing out the single syllable dramatically. “But it's all the way across town and I don't wanna marinate in my own stank all the way there.”

“You don't even smell that bad.”

“Well, thank you, but I'm still gonna shower.” He said with a laugh as he took a few steps towards you. “I'll be super fast.” He told you, putting his hands on your hips. He leaned forward and kissed you again. The way his lips melted into yours had you hoping that he was telling the truth about his shower being quick.

“Fine.” You told him as you pulled away from the kiss. “But hurry up. I've got the first two Home Alone movies waiting at the hotel with our names on them.”

“Five minutes and we can roll, baby.” He said, placing a kiss to your forehead. He took a step back from you and turned towards the shower. When he reached the door to the shower he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his shoulders, throwing it onto a couch near where the rest of the bands wardrobe was lined up. “Five minutes.” He repeated as he unbuckled his belt and started to push his black jeans down his thighs before disappearing behind the door.

As promised, within a few minutes Ashton emerged from the shower. You were sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone when you heard the door open. A cloud of steam followed him through the door as he ran a towel over his damp curls.  His black sweats were hung low on his hips as he reached for a clean t-shirt.

“Ready, darling?” He asked you, slipping the simple red fabric over his head.

You smiled up at him as he put a hand out to help you up. Taking his hand, you allowed him to pull you up to stand in front of him. “Born ready, baby.” You answered, placing your hands on his waist and a soft kiss to his lips.

Ashton took one of your hands and linked his fingers with yours. “Then away we go.” He told with a smile as he started to lead you out of the dressing room and down the hall.

When you arrived at the hotel, Ashton lead you through the lobby quickly. He had told you in the car that he was hoping the other three guys arriving before you would have made whatever crowd would have gathered at the hotel diminish. You were pleasantly surprised to find that you were able to make it through the hotel with only one person stopping Ashton to ask for a photo. You had no problem taking her phone and snapping off a few photos of them, smiling to her as she thanked you when she took her phone back.

“Sorry about that.” Ashton sighed as he took your hand and began to walk toward the elevators.

“Oh, stop that.” You told him, mocking a stern tone. “You know I love seeing their faces when they meet you guys. As long as they’re nice about it, anyway.”

He smiled at you and pressed the elevator button. “How’d I manage to find the most amazing person in the world to fall in love with?”

You returned his smile and shrugged your shoulders. “Just lucky, I guess.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened in front of you as he began to giggle. You could spend the rest of your life listening to Ashton laugh. It was easily your favorite sound in the world. And knowing that you had the ability to elicit such a beautiful sound from such a beautiful boy made your heart flutter in your chest as you stepped into the elevator next to him.

Ashton hit the button for your floor and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Oh, I’m definitely lucky, darling.” He whispered as he removed his lips from your cheek. You felt a blush crawl across your cheeks at his words.

You heard Ashton’s phone sound off from his pocket as the elevator was reaching your floor. He pulled his phone out and read the message on the screen. “I have to stop at Mike’s room real quick.” He told you as he replaced his phone into his pocket.

“But… Kevin…” You whined, putting on your best fake pout as you leaned into his arm.

“I know, baby,” He answered with another smile. “I promise you and I and Kevin will all be together soon enough.”

You reached the door to Michael’s room, two doors down from the room that you and Ashton would be sharing for the evening. He knocked on the door and gave your hand a slight squeeze as you waited for Michael to answer. Just before the door opened, Ashton let go of your hand and moved both of his to cover your eyes.

“Ash…” You said, confused as you reached up to move his hands.

“Shh…” He whispered into your ear as he walked behind you. “Just take a few steps forward and trust me.”

“I know I’ve joked about trading you in for Mikey, but baby I promise they were just jokes.” You laughed. You heard Ashton laugh in your ear, which made your smile grow. Just as you were about to speak again, you heard Michael laugh along with Ashton. What you weren’t expecting was the unidentified other laughs that followed his. You immediately reached up and pulled his hands from your eyes quickly.

You were met by a room full of your friends. The band and their partners, a few of your favorite crew members, and even your best friend from home.

“Merry Christmas, darling.” Ashton whispered into your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. You felt tears prick at the backs of your eyes as you looked around the room.

There was a small Christmas tree set up on a table in the corner, complete with ornaments and lights. Gifts wrapped in brightly colored paper were piled beneath it. You noticed a wreath hung on the door and a carton of eggnog on the counter. After the initial shock wore off, you heard Dean Martin singing “Silver Bells” from a small speaker that was set up next to the tree.

You turned in Ashton’s arms and placed your hands on his chest. He was sporting a wide grin, his dimples popping onto his cheeks as he showed his perfect teeth. A small laugh fell from his lips when he noticed the unshed tears that lined your lower lashes.

“Ashton…” You started. You weren’t really sure what to say, but you had to say something. “I don’t… What is this?” You finally asked.

“I know you said it was okay, but I felt bad that we couldn’t be home for Christmas.” He answered. You started to speak up to tell him that you really didn’t mind. You needed him to know that as long as you were together, it didn’t matter. Ashton cut you off before you could even start. “I know, I know.” He said with a laugh. “You said it was fine, but I still felt bad and wanted to do something. So I brought Christmas on tour with us.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek as he finished. You moved your hands to wrap around him. He tightened his own arms around your waist and settled his chin onto your shoulder once more. He placed a soft kiss to your neck and you felt his lips turn up into a smile against your skin.

“Do you like it?” He asked, his voice a barely audible whisper.

You pulled away from the hug to look into his eyes. “I love it.” You whispered back to him. “I love you.”

Luke appeared behind you, his tall frame towering over you as he held a bundle of fake mistletoe over your heads. You smiled up at him, matching the broad smile radiating from his own face. He winked at you quickly as Ashton pulled you into him. His kiss was soft. It was tender, and sweet in a way that your kisses all too often lacked.

Calum coughed across the room, forcing you to pull away from the kiss to look at him. “You know that we’re all still here, yeah?” He asked with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah!” You said, removing your arms from around Ashton and putting them up defensively. “Sorry, everyone. Didn’t mean to ruin the party.”

A few people laughed as they all started to make conversations around the room. You walked around, greeting everyone with a hug and smile. The guys were extra excited, all of them claiming to have been to one to set the entire thing up all by himself. You saved your best friend from home, Adam, for last.

You couldn’t stop the excited squeal that escaped between your teeth as you ran up to him and wrapped him the biggest hug you could muster. “I missed you so much.” You said into his ear as he returned the hug equally as tight.

“I missed you, too!” He answered. “Well, Jake and I both missed you, but I missed you most.” He told you as he pulled away from the hug, leaving his hands on your shoulders for a moment.

“Where is he, by the way?”

“Home. Couldn’t get the time off work.”

“No! He’s my favorite!” You told him, stamping your foot and putting on a convincing fake pout. Ever since Adam had started dating Jake, the two of you had made it an unofficial mission to pick on Adam relentlessly.

“You know that I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.” He said with a roll of his eyes. You turned away from him slightly and looked over to where Ashton and Calum were having an animated conversation on the other side of the room.

“I’ll give you second best.” You told him, not breaking your gaze on your boyfriend.

He put his around around the back of your shoulders and leaned his head onto your shoulders with a dream sigh. “You're a lucky one, ya know.” He told you.

“Yeah,” You answered. “I know.”

“I mean, he put this all together in like three days. Paid for my flight and everything because he knew you missed home.” He told you, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “He's definitely a keeper, Y/N.” You smiled at him, silently agreeing.

After introducing Adam to a few other people, you made your way over the counter and poured yourself a cup of eggnog. You felt a pair of hands fall to your waist as you replaced the cap on the carton. You looked down to see Ashton's long fingers wrapping around you. “Hi, baby.” You said with a smile. He reached one hand up and took your cup from the counter, bringing it to his lips as you turned around to face him.

He took a drink from your cup as you put your hands around his neck. The eggnog stuck to his lip when pulled it away from his mouth. You quickly leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Sliding your tongue lightly over his top lip, you made quick work of cleaning the mess. He reached behind you to set the cup back on the counter. He placed his hand on your lower back, his other hand following quickly and pulling your hips into his.

You broke the kiss, but left your lips next to his, almost touching but not quite. You felt him smile, his lips brushing yours as they turned up. You looked up at his eyes, which were an extra bright green tonight. “Having fun, darling?” He asked quietly, his fingers dipping below the hem of your t-shirt.

“I am.” You answered.

“Good.” He told you before placing a soft kiss to your lips. “Luke wants to do gifts now.”

Your eyes went wide and you immediately pictured the pile of wrapped gifts sitting under your tree with the boys names written on them. “We didn’t bring their gifts, Ash.”

He giggled and ran his hands from behind your back to land on your hips. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not if they have gifts for us.” You told him with a shy laugh.

“I had Feldy mail them.” He told you, removing one of his hands from your back to point at the tree.  

You looked away from him, over to the tree on the other side of the room. Sure enough, that same pile of gifts was now beneath it. You scanned the pile, going through your mental checklist to make sure that all of them were accounted for before you returned your attention to him.

“What about Adam’s?” You asked him.

He nodded proudly. “Jake’s, too.”

“You really thought of everything, huh?”

“I tried. I actually did forget the mistletoe.” He confessed. “Crystal had to make an emergency Target run earlier to get it.”

“She told me she needed mascara!” You told him, shocked as you looked away from him again to find Crystal. She was standing with Michael, talking to one of the crew members with a smile on her face.

“Sorry, darling. We had to be a little sneaky to pull this all off.”

“I’ll forgive you.” You told him with a smile. “But just because this is so great and I love you so much.”

He returned your smile and tightened his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. “I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear.

You pulled away from the hug and out of Ashton’s arms, quickly taking his hand in yours as you started to walk toward the tree. Luke was standing next to it as he tried to gather the rest of the party around it to open their gifts. Once everyone was seated around it, he cleared his throat before loudly announcing, “I am Santa Luke, so I get to decide who has been nice enough for presents.”

The group groaned in unison as he picked up the first two gifts. “Michael and Sierra.” He announced, looking at both of them in turn. He walked to Sierra and set her gift in her lap, placing a quick kiss to her hair. When he walked to Michael, he puckered his lips dramatically, considering his status as naughty or nice. After spending way too long deliberating it, Michael reached up and easily plucked the gift from Luke’s hand.

“Hey!” Luke called, trying to take it back from him.

“Don’t be an ass, mate.” Michael replied, laughing as he tore into the colored paper. It was the gift that you and Ashton had gotten him. He grinned from ear to ear as he pulled out the blanket. It was custom made, a photo of him with Crystal and their dogs. Ashton had taken the photo not long before one of their dogs had passed away earlier in the year. Crystal stood from her seat next to Michael, walking over to you and wrapping you in a tight hug before doing the same to Ashton.

She quietly thanked both of you before turning around walking back over to Michael. He smiled up to you and put a hand over his chest. “This is great, guys.” He said, his voice soft. “Thank you.”

“Okay, everyone.” Ashton started. “Nobody else’s is that good, so can we maybe just hand them out like normal people?” He asked Luke, shooting him a pointed look.

“That isn’t how Santa Luke operates, young man.”

“I’m older than you!” Ashton called out, laughing as he threw a hand up in Luke’s direction.

“Fine.” Luke sighed dramatically as he turned to pick up another gift. He read the tag and tossed it to one of the crew members that was standing near you and Ashton. Ashton fixed him with another stern look and Luke shot back a cheeky grin.

“He’s an actual child.” Ashton muttered to you under his breath. You just wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned your head into his shoulder with a small sigh.

Luke continued to hand out gifts to the rest of the party, eventually dropping the small attitude he’d gotten with Ashton earlier. You loved watching all of your friends sitting together in one room, laughing and opening gifts from each other. You and Ashton opened your gifts from Adam and the band, but you noticed that your gift to him was missing.

“Yeah, I uh… I figured we could do ours in private.” He told you after you’d asked him about them.

“What did you get me?” You asked him, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“A Christmas present.” He answered with smile and mocking tone to his voice.

“A sexy Christmas present?”

“I guess anything is sexy if you try real hard and believe in yourself.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

The rest of party was just as wonderful. At some point, Calum took over as DJ and the first song to be played was Christmas In Hollis. A personal favorite of every single member of the band. Each of them took turns trying to outdo the others while rapping along. You clapped along with the song, throwing your head back in laughter when Luke started to bounce his shoulders while he did a horrible D.M.C. impression. The group took turns calling out songs and Calum happily obliged. Somehow your party went from Christmas music, to early 90’s hip-hop, to some hard 2007 emo, and back to Christmas within an hour. You looked at the time, noticing that it was well after 1 a.m.

“Baby,” You whispered to Ashton. He had a wide grin across his face as he watched Michael belt out All I Want For Christmas Is You, using the fancy curling wand someone had given Sierra as a microphone. He turned his attention to you, placing on hand on the small of your back as he looked at you. “It’s getting late.” You told him.

“You wanna go to our room?”

You averted your eyes to the carpet. You knew that he was having fun, but you were tired. “Yeah, but you can stay. I just need the key.”

“Don’t be silly.” He said with a smile, bringing his free hand to wrap around you and linking his fingers behind your back. “I can’t exactly give you your gift if I’m here. And I don’t trust you not to peek.” He said with a wink.

“Oh, please.” You scoffed. “If anyone would peek, it’s you.”

“I would never.” He said, feigning offense before kissing your forehead. “Let’s say our goodbyes and we can get out of here, yeah?”

You agreed and followed him as he made his way around the room. You said your goodbyes to everyone, giving them all a hug and thanking them for the gifts they had given you and Ashton. When you reached Adam, he was sitting with Tracy, one of the crew members. A smile found its way to your face when you saw him toss his head back, laughing loudly at something she’d said as you walked over to them.

“Oh, Y/N,” He started, putting an arm over her shoulders. “I found a new best friend, and she’s awesome.”

“Well, that’s good since I’m leaving in a minute.”

“No!” He whined, standing from the couch and wrapping his arms around you. “I barely got to see you!”

“We’ll get food before you fly out tomorrow.” You answered with a laugh, putting your own arms around his back.

“Fine. I guess I’ll just hang out with my new friend Tracy tonight, then.” He told you as he took his spot next to her again. You rolled your eyes and waved to both of them as you turned away. You made your way across the room to where Ashton was waiting beside the door. He’d gathered up all the gifts you’d been given and was holding them all and your jacket in his hands.

“Ready?” He asked as soon as you were close enough.

You nodded and reached around him to open the door. As the door opened, the room behind you erupted in another chorus of goodbyes and “Love you’s”. You and Ashton both turned and called out your own farewells before you closed the door behind you.

Ashton lead you down the hall to your room. You reached into his pocket, pulling out your room key since his hands were full. “If you’re gonna put your hands down my pants, at least buy me dinner first.” He told you with a smirk. You rolled your eyes as you scanned the key and opened the door to your room. Ashton set all of your gifts on the couch and moved to wrap his arms around your waist once more.

“That was amazing, baby.” You told him as you put your hands over his shoulders. “Makes me wish I’d gotten you a better gift.” You laughed.

“I’m sure that I’ll love whatever you got me.” He assured you with a smile. “Speaking of gifts, can I give you yours now?”

“It’s after midnight, so I technically can’t stop you from giving me a Christmas present on Christmas.”

Ashtons smile quickly spread before he kissed your forehead and walked into the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and you heard him digging through his suitcase on the other side. Smiling to yourself, you took a seat on the couch and started to scroll through Twitter while you waited for him.

After a few minutes, you heard Ashton call to you from the bedroom. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes?” You called back.

“Can you help me with something?” You set your phone down and walked to the bedroom door. When you opened it, you were met by Ashton, on the floor.

You took half a step through the door before you forgot how to use your feet. Ashton was on the floor next to the bed, on one knee with a small velvet box in hand.

“Ashton…” You started as you tried to find your words.

“Baby, I-” He started only to have you cut him off.

“Ashton Fletcher Irwin this isn't funny.” You said as tears started to fall to your cheeks.

“It wasn't really supposed to be funny.” He said, his own nervous giggles betraying his words. “I was going for more romantic.”

“Ash-” Before you could even finish he stood from the floor and stepped toward you.

“I love you.” He said softly. “I love you with every part of my heart and soul. I know it's lame to propose on Christmas, but I'm doing it, baby.”

You looked into his eyes, the shimmer behind them and the nerves he was trying to hide from you. More tears fell to your cheeks while you tried to wipe them away with the sleeve of your sweater. Looking back down to the ring, it wasn't anything too extravagant, but it was nice. It was perfect. You couldn't have picked a better ring if you'd done it yourself. Ashton gave you a few moments to process his question, but when you didn't answer he spoke up again.

“I swear this isn't how I planned to do it. I was gonna take you somewhere way better than this and I was working on this whole big speech. I'm sorry this isn't that, but seeing you at that party tonight I just knew I had to do it. It had to be tonight.”

You quickly put your hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. You loved this man more than anything and you knew that you wanted to marry him. You wanted to spend every day of the rest of your life with him. Holding him, making him laugh, being his. You moved your closed lips against his before pulling away.

“Baby, I'm gonna need a yes or no here.” He said. His nervous giggles took over his voice again.

“Yes, dumbass.” You told him, wiping away yet another tear. “Yes. Definitely yes.”

You'd never seen his smile so bright. Your own cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much, but you barely noticed as he removed the ring from its box and slid it onto your finger. Seeing it there brought another wave of happy tears and laughter from the both of you.

“I love you. I love you so much.” You told him quietly as you looked at the ring, moving it with your thumb to watch the light bounce off its surface.

“I love you, too, darling.” He answered. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. You tangled your hands into his hair as you hugged him back, silently begging yourself to stop crying. He pulled away from the hug, and you leaned up and caught his smiling lips in another kiss that you wished would never end.

“So, uh… Kevin?” He asked shyly. He gestured to the tv where you had your Home Alone dvs sitting on top of the DVD player. You were still grinning as you changed into pajamas before sliding into the bed with Ashton. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you laid your head on his chest. You traced your fingers lightly over his chest as the opening credits to the movie began rolling on the TV screen.

You were grinning into his chest as you replayed the evening in your mind. Ashton had thrown an incredible surprise Christmas party, just for you. He had flown your best friend since middle school out, because he knew that you missed him. He had bought and hidden a ring, a lovely ring that you couldn’t stop staring at as it sat on your finger. He had proposed. It was simple and beautiful and unexpected and perfect. Tonight was everything that you had never known you wanted, but everything that you had needed. You loved Ashton Fletcher Irwin, and now you got to spend the rest of your life telling the world just how much.

~~~

I hope you all liked the Holiday Series!! I absolutely loved writing each of these. I’m almost sad to see it end, really. But I’ve got big plans for 2019 that I’m very excited to share with all of you! Can’t wait to hear what everyone thinks of this fic, and the Holiday Series as a whole. Happy almost New Year!! See you in 2019!

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[wildflowerhigh]

Christmas vacation (a.i.)

Summary: Ashton is acting a little weird during your Christmas getaway.

Warnings: intense fluff, i guess 

You and Ashton were in California for the Christmas holidays, along with your parents, and Ashton’s mother and siblings. His family had never seen snow before, so he had brought them to California for the winter, where your family had a cabin.

It was three days into the week-long stay, and all of you had been having fun. It was morning- your mothers were in the kitchen making breakfast and bonding, your father was reading the newspaper, and Ashton and his younger siblings were quietly sat on the sofa, on their phones.

You came and sat down on the arm of his chair, wrapping your arm around his shoulder. Ashton's arm curled around your waist, and he leaned slightly into you as you kissed his forehead.  But you could tell something was off. It felt like he was avoiding you. Your brain automatically jumped to the worst of conclusions, but you pushed those thoughts away.

"You alright, baby?" you softly asked him. He nodded and flashed a small smile at you, and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Okay then, I'm gonna help our moms with setting up for breakfast," you said, leaving him and his siblings in the living room. You didn't notice Ash quietly usher Lauren and Harry out the front door.

Half an hour later, after noticing that the three Dawkins-Irwin siblings were outside playing in the snow, you went out to call them. "Guys!" you called, not willing to step into the cold snow barefoot. "Come for breakfast!"

Ashton jumped at the sound of your voice and whipped around. "We'll be there in a couple minutes, y/n!" Lauren shouted in response.

"They're making snowmen," Ashton added, grinning nervously at you. "You know, as you do, when there's fresh snowfall. You know."

"Yeah, weirdo, I know. Come in for breakfast." With that, you went back inside, shutting the door behind you.

Ashton turned to look at his younger sister and brother. "Is it done, guys?"

"You could have helped too, you know. It would have gotten done faster. We're doing this for you, after all," Harry replied.

"Eh, no." Ashton looked at the finished work, that was definitely not a snowman. "This is good. Thanks, guys. I owe you one."

Lauren dusted her hands off and stood up. "Yeah, you do. Now let's go have breakfast, I'm starving."

-

After a pleasant breakfast of bacon and eggs, Ashton dragged you out of the cabin, without explaining why. You simply assumed it was to show their finished masterpiece, or as Harry called it, their 'snow'manship.

What you saw instead was a pristine white layer of snow under your feet. Ashton swore, spinning around in his spot, staring at the ground. "It must have snowed again while we were eating."

"Yeah, but that wouldn't have destroyed the snowman, right?"

He giggled at your cluelessness. “We never built a snowman, baby.”

“Then what…?”

Ashton shook his head. It was lightly snowing again, and the powder snow fell off his red hair. “I wanted to do this differently, but I don’t think I can wait any longer. I’m just gonna do it now.” He let out a deep breath, and knelt down.

He pulled out a box from his back pocket and held it in front of you. Your hand flew to cover your already open mouth. All of a sudden, you realized why he had been so cold to you this whole trip- he had just been nervous.

“Okay, here goes- I’ve waited my whole life for someone to come along, for me to give my heart to forever. Then you stumbled in, with your Doctor Who hoodie and terrible jokes-” you giggled lightly, “and you took it. And I’m so, so, so glad it was you. And I know, that you’re the only person that I wanna spend the rest of my life with. So, y/n”, he opened the box, revealing an absolutely gorgeous diamond ring, ”will you marry me?”

There were already tears in your eyes, and it felt like your mouth was going to fall off from how wide your grin was. Ashton also had tears in his eyes, and in that moment, with the most beautiful man, who you were lucky to call the love of your life in front of you, and the snow falling all around you both, creating an amazing white landscape, every single thing in your life was perfect. So you didn’t even hesitate when you said, “Yes. Yes. Of course, I’ll marry you.”

Ashton let out a massive sigh of relief as he slipped the ring onto your finger, and dropped the box in the snow, and pulled you into his arms, lifting you up. You laughed out loud, then pressed your lips to his, your fingers tangling themselves in his curls.

“I love you so much,” he whispered against your lips.

You laughed and kissed him again. “I love you too.”

“Hey, lovebirds, it’s starting to snow real hard, maybe you should continue your lovefest inside,” your dad called out from inside the cabin door. Ashton giggled and picked up the box, and you both began mowing your way through the thick layer of snow, an enormous smile stretched across both your faces.

After both your families had finished gushing over your new engagement and your ring, and both of you were finally alone, curled up together in the confines of your room, you asked him, ”What had you done in the snow in the beginning?”

He laughed, tracing the ring on your finger with his. “I made Lauren and Harry write ‘Will you marry me?’ in the snow. It was gonna be super romantic.”

You chuckled. “You know I would have said yes to you anywhere, right?”

He shook his head. “Yeah, but you deserved something super grand.”

You turned around to face him. “It was perfect. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He smiled, and you kissed, excited for your future together.

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[irwintry]

Hallmark Movie Love Story

Warnings: swearing (he’s a potty mouth in this one folks)

Author’s Note: Christmas BABy!!! this was originally titled “the great snowmobile wreck of ‘18 and the hallmark christmas movie love story” lmao and there’s not even a snowmobile wreck in the story but that’s why i liked it

Word Count: 6.7k

Luke could read off all of the delayed or canceled flights by memory. He had seen them flash on every monitor he passed on the way to his terminal. Meanwhile, unhappy flyers were rushing by him to be the first at the information desk. Their holiday was ruined for sure, but his wasn’t, and that was all that mattered to him. He couldn’t figure out how his flight was one of the only ones on time, though he wasn’t complaining.

Even when boarding, he couldn’t believe his luck. The cruel part of him wanted to run off of the plane and rub the whole ordeal in the outraged flyers’ faces. His complimentary booze called his name, so he stayed put in the comfortable first-class cabin.

The skies didn’t look all that well, and turbulence had picked up right when they reached cruising altitude. If Luke didn’t know any better, he would say that the pilots miscalculated the possibility of the storm hitting their flight path. It didn’t matter to him now– he was up in the air, and everyone else was stuck in New York.

Luke had finished his first mimosa when the pilot announced over the intercom that the storm had pulled north, blocking the flight’s path and therefore preventing it from going farther west. His heart fell as he stared out of the frost-coated window, his eyes barely catching an inch of land below the clouds.

“Fuck,” he whispered and let out a breath. Luke believed he had a fairly strong intuition, and he trusted his gut. Right now, his gut was telling him that things were not going to go his way. If only it had told him that before.

The pilot informed them that they were landing in a town that started with S, but Luke didn’t care enough to register the information. He would buy a whole plane for himself if it meant getting home faster. The other passengers couldn’t say the same. If some of them were cute and desperate, he’d consider helping them, but certainly not the man beside him who reeked of B.O. and the burrito he chose to eat for breakfast.

Luke needed to get off of the plane in order to think coherent thoughts.

The plane touched down before noon, and already, the runway was slick and icy. The snow had started to fall only moments prior, and Luke knew that if it had been raining, it would be coming down in sheets. To his dismay, this was only the tip of the storm.

Karma was most likely going to fuck him up the ass.

There were no flights leaving from the tiny airport, and by the time he were to get onto the highway with the help of a taxi, it would be an hour into the storm. The roads would be closed by then. Luke had no choice but to go into whatever town was nearby and find a place to stay, and he was not happy about it in the slightest. He made sure everyone knew it by the look on his face.

All of his muscles were contorted in order to make a convincing irate frown. His mother would tell him his face would freeze like that, his cheeks all bitten in and eyebrows tightened together. He missed her, he really did, and he would love to see her if it weren’t for the lovely Winter Storm Dalton.

The ride into town was a nightmare– at least, it felt like it was to Luke. The taxi driver seemed content with the conditions, claiming that “not even an inch” had fallen, yet the occasional glance back through the plastic divider sent Luke into a minor panic. The radio station was a constant loop of Christmas oldies, and he wanted to reach up there and punch the off button, but he wasn’t that rude.

Luke didn’t hate Christmas, but if he couldn’t spend it with his family, he’d rather not have the holiday whatsoever.

There were only two motels within miles of the town, both with shiny new non-vacancy signs hung brightly in the office windows, and Luke wanted to tumble out of the cab and die. He tipped the driver a hundred before having them drop him off in the center of town. Before driving away, the driver told Luke about a few places to hit in the town before leaving tomorrow. This caused Luke to snort because he wasn’t even sure he would get out tomorrow, and he certainly wouldn’t be visiting any local art gallery.

He knew he looked fucking ridiculous. Everything on his body was designer, including his hat and coat. Even his luggage would cost most of the citizens of this town their arm and leg. Meanwhile, his shoulders pained him, and the tension had crawled its way up into his temples. He needed coffee.

Luke wandered for what felt like an hour, but it was really only two minutes when he stumbled upon a decent-looking coffee shop named The Coffee Pot. The windows were fogged, and it reminded him that warmth did exist, just not on his body at the moment. He could tell his cheeks and nose were bright red, and his ears were physically hurting his head even more.

The door chimed on his way in, and out of the many times Luke’s presence silenced a room, this had to be the most uncomfortable. All conversations ceased, and the only sound reverberating through the all-too wooden interior was the faint drone of Bing Crosby singing “White Christmas”. He clutched his suitcase and started towards the counter.

“The west coast too warm for ya, son?” an older man shouted from the back corner, and Luke didn’t hesitate to glare at anyone who chuckled. “This ain’t Malibu, sweetheart.”

“Give him a break, Darryl, he’s probably tired from travelin’.”

Luke’s head snapped over to the counter where the next voice came from. Instead of finding another grumpy local, he found you, a soft and smiley barista that clearly would get on his nerves if he spoke to you long enough.

You were leaned up against the counter as he approached you, and you were still smiling as you asked, “what can I get ya?”

Luke wanted solitude. He wanted no one to speak to him ever again. But he also wanted the richest cup of coffee he could get in Buttfuck, New York. “Small coffee,” he muttered, already digging into his wallet for a few dollars. “Darkest roast.”

“Cream ‘n sugar?”

“No.”

“Okie dokie,” you said. “You can put the fifty-cents in the tip jar.”

Luke quirked a heavy, wet (from the snow) brow. “Fifty-cents?”

You nodded. “The coffee’s fifty-cents.” You had already poured the coffee into a to-go cup, and now you were standing with your arms crossed. Maybe Luke wasn’t the only one with an attitude. “Can I get ya anythin’ else?” A sigh followed your question.

“No.”

“Ya sure?” You smirked at him, and he didn’t like that one bit. “We got food. Airplane food’s not quite as good as my world-famous pressed paninis!”

Luke nearly snorted. You were annoying, yet funny. World-famous... he’d had world-famous, and he was positive you hadn’t even come close to knowing what it tasted like. “Got any salads?”

“Um,” you mumbled. “No, I’m– I’m sorry, we don’t.”

Great. Poor service and no salads. Luke wanted to get the hell out of this town. “Fine. Gimme a world-famous panini, then.”

“Oh!” You grinned, your entire body jumping as you leaned your elbows back onto the counter. “Which one? We got– “

He didn’t listen as you listed off the sandwiches, so when you stopped talking, he played the lottery and said, “the last,” before setting down his cash and walking away with his coffee. Luke was normally nicer than this, but his day had been so fucked up already, and he wasn’t terribly in the mood for talking to a cute yet chatty barista. However, he did feel guilty for not saying thank you.

Luke took a seat at a table by the wall adjacent to the counter. Every single one of your customers stared at him as he did so, but just as he opened his mouth to retort a snarky comment, they returned back to their conversations. They were more interested in his rich, LA vibe, and they definitely wondered why he was here instead of there. He would rather be there than here any day.

He winced as he took a sip of his coffee. It was watery like he expected. No good coffee is fifty cents. The person to his right had been staring at his luggage for a good minute now, which for some reason, pissed Luke off to no end. Every little thing that bothered him was heightened due to the incredulous turn of events of the day. It wasn’t even two in the afternoon.

The coffee sat idle as he began to scribble down his thoughts into a random journal he picked up in Munich just the other month. His life was too extreme for the people of this town. They wouldn’t last a day in his boots, nor would he want them to even breathe near his boots. Someone could glance at them and he’d spit.

Luke wrote for a while, his thoughts pouring out onto the handmade paper without even realizing that a hot unknown panini had been placed down right in front of his nose. Also, a few of his crumpled bills had been strewn beside it.

“Few dollars too much,” you said, your face expressionless as you prepared to back away. “This is Spruce Creek, not LA. The world isn’t as shiny as it seems.” And then you were gone, and Luke wanted to laugh.

Everyone here thought they were so philosophical– it killed him. He shoved the few dollars into his pocket before staring at the steaming sandwich. A growl emitted from his stomach at the sight of the pesto running down the crusty sides, and Luke didn’t realize how truly hungry he had been until he reached for the sandwich and took a great big bite. He nearly moaned at the warmth spreading on his tongue. If only the coffee had lived up to his expectations, then maybe he would give this place a little more credit.

Luke pictured you in a city like New York, but he wasn’t sure you could handle the hustle and bustle. You certainly didn’t belong in LA– you seemed like the type that thrived off of snow and hot chocolate. Plus, you also seemed satisfied with the community you created with this coffee shop. Everyone was speaking to one another as if they were longtime friends... everyone but Luke. He didn’t want to be friends with any of them anyway.

Time ticked away faster than he assumed it would. Come mid-afternoon, the sun had set, and people were flooding into the coffee shop for food. They all looked the same to him, and they all knew each other’s’ names. Mid-afternoon slowly turned into early evening, and before Luke knew it, the whole place had cleared. His coffee remained untouched from earlier.

“Hey Curly, we’re closin’ up,” you called from the other end of the café. You were stacking chairs, your apron now thrown over your shoulder like a proper barista would. He had noticed you scrubbing down surfaces, but he hadn’t put two-and-two together.

“Fuck,” he muttered, eyes widening and pen slipping from his grip, though he made no effort to move. Luke had slept in cars and vans and buses, yet not once had he slept on the street. If he truly wanted to, he could go back to the airport and stay there, however, conditions were worsening outside.

The chair in your hands fell to the table with a spine-shuddering bang. Luke was just thankful he didn’t have all that much caffeine in him or else the sound would have sent his nerves flying.

“Where we ya headin’ to?” you asked, continuing your round about the floor.

“Does it matter?” he sighed as he rubbed his temples. “Got no fuckin’ place to stay.”

You didn’t answer as you stepped back behind the counter to shut off the lights to the kitchen.

“’m stuck in this fuckin’ town with all you fuckin’ people,” he said, “and Spice Crete is so fuckin’ small that your tiny ass motels turned me away. Me. I coulda given ‘em triple their nightly rates! So fuckin’ stupid. I’d rather’ve stayed in fuckin’ New York City with everyone else whose flight was canceled.”

“Spruce Creek.”

“What?” Luke snapped. He imagined that his face looked awfully crude.

“The town,” you giggled, shutting off the lights that were behind the camera. You walked over to him and placed your hand on the leg of an overturned chair. “’s Spruce Creek. Although, I wouldn’t mind the Spruce changing t’Spice. Sounds festive.”

He rolled his eyes.

There was another moment of silence as you stared at him, and he was about to say something about it before you said, “so, stay at my place.”

Luke knotted his brows together. Every line in his face deepened with confusion. “What?”

“I’ve got a couch,” you replied with a smile. “It’s not a California king-sized, but it’s some cushion until the conditions clear up. Free of charge.”

He was about to snort. He was about to say no. But he had no other options. Luke was forced to nod and accept your kind invitation. He hated that you seemed so happy about it.

-

Luke was grateful (truly, he was), but he could not handle your constant chatter. Were all small-town people the same? Did they all talk about nothing that mattered to him just to get under his skin? After you had taken him down the road to the tiny apartment building you resided in, Luke decided he was going to lock himself in the bathroom for thirty minutes of peace. The idea of brushing his teeth and scrubbing off the airplane and coffee shop grime tempted him, though the jingling of a collar snapped him out of his thought process.

A stout and slightly chubby Pitbull waddled over to greet the two of you as you entered through the (god awfully creaky) door. It went right to you, but it soon cowered back into the hallway right when it noticed Luke.

“That’s Grape!” you exclaimed, meanwhile making baby sounds to summon the dog back. “She’s shy when it comes to men. The vet thinks it might be because of her past owner, or something.”

Luke felt the disappointed come and go. Memories of Petunia hit him like a freight train, and it only reminded him further that he wanted nothing more than to be home with her. His eyes fell on the tree in the corner of the living room, and fuck, what a pathetic thing that was. Had you only gotten it yesterday? You didn’t seem like the type of person that had to settle for the runts. The apartment was decked out top-to-bottom for the holiday, so it didn’t make sense that the tree appeared to be seconds away from catching flame.

Whatever. It didn’t matter to him anyway. He was going to be here for a day or two at tops. And, if it had to be any longer, Luke would rather walk home.

And then the tree kept bothering him. “What’s– why’s your tree like...”

You huffed, but you laughed along with it. “Sad?” You shrugged and plopped down onto the hardwood floor as Grape came ambling over. “Couldn’t afford the price of a pretty tree.”

Luke frowned. Now that was unacceptable. “Where’s the nearest tree farm?” he asked you, eyes narrowing on you and the tubby pup that refused to look at him. It truly crushed him that he was not getting attention by that dog. If anything was keeping him back, it would be Grape.

“Um, there’s one behind Martha’s candle shop, so just like a five-minute walk,” you said. “Why?”

“I can’t sleep on a couch facing that fuckin’ thing,” Luke grumbled as he hugged himself with his arms.

“But I can’t– “

“Think of it as me leaving my mark.” He shrugged. The closer he got to closing himself off I the bathroom, the happier he would be. “Buying a tree will hardly put a dent in my wallet.”

You nodded, your lips pulling into a small frown as you lifted yourself off of the floor to stand. “You know,” you mumbled, “you’re gonna find some of the nicest people here in this town. They’ll treat ya like family if you let them. The storm will be over soon, and you’ll go back to your sports cars and model girlfriends. But there’s a warmth you’ll get here that you’ll never get anywhere else. Don’t flaunt things in their faces. People may not be rich here, but they have more worth than you will ever know.” You grabbed your coat from the small hook beside you. “Let’s go.”

-

Luke didn’t like receiving the cold shoulder from anyone, and for some reason, he hated it coming from you. You, the cute, chatty barista who somehow knew exactly how to piss him off. Yet, now that you were upset with him, the entire town would be on his ass. How could he hurt the sweetheart who owned The Coffee Pot? How dare he? Luke hardly expected to come out of this alive.

He didn’t know how to pick out a Christmas tree– he just saw them in movies and always dreamt of the day he could cut one down and decorate it himself. You, however, knew exactly where to go as you stalked off to the way back. Sure, he was right about there being a lot of runts, but there were good ones too. You certainly had experience in shopping for trees. You handled the saw with ease on the walk through the trees while he stumbled over stumps while the tree wagon nicked his shins.

Luke hadn’t made a snarky comment since you snapped at him, which honestly, he deserved. He was being a bit cruel to the folks around town. They had no say in his matters– it was not their fault that he was stuck in this god-awful place.

“If this fuckin’ thing hits my fuckin’– “

“This one,” you said, pointing to a great Fraser fir standing a whopping six feet (he guessed considering he was slightly taller than it).

Luke’s forehead scrunched. “It’s so– “

“Short?” you wondered aloud. “Mhm. I’ll name her Patrice. Who’s cutting? You, or me?”

He stuttered out a pitiful, “uh, I– uh– I-I don’t– “ before you sighed and kneeled on the snow-covered ground.

His eyes widened at your audacious action, and he wondered if you cared about your pants at all. Luke, on the other hand, was freezing his butt off. He was lucky he had a hat to keep his delicate ears warm, but his hands were numb in his coat pockets. The snow was falling in fat, chunky flakes that greatly affected his vision. The two of you looked kind of hilarious, all covered in snow and such, and you were somehow already well into your sawing. You definitely did have experience.

The word “wait” uttered from his lips a moment later.

“What?”

“I-I wanna try.”

You chuckled and sat up. Your arms were coated in needles, and your entire front side was caked in snow. “Give it a go, then,” you said, handing him the saw.

Luke knelt on the ground as he did his best not to wince at the fact that his few-hundred-dollar pair of pants was now soaked in snow, mud, sap, and many other things he didn’t want to think about. He laid down, just like you had, and shit, he wanted to whine about it so badly.

The floodlights overhead hardly shed a speck of light through the needles, which meant he couldn’t see a single thing of what he was about to cut. You had sawed a little already, so he searched and searched for the itsy divot you created.

“I look fuckin’– how the hell do you do this?” he asked, somehow already frustrated. His arms were cramping, and they hadn’t even moved.

You chuckled from above. When he glanced up (as best as he could through the lower boughs), you had grabbed ahold of the top to balance it out for when he began sawing. “Back ‘n forth.” You motioned it with your hands, and honestly, it looked more like–

“A handjob?”

This made you burst into a fit of unforeseen laughter, and that actually caused him to smile, too.

“Like a handjob, yup,” you said.

He nodded and returned his gaze back to the dark underbelly of the fir. Here goes nothing.

It took a bit of time, coercion, and tears, but Luke finally managed to cut down the small fir. He insisted on lifting it into the little wagon too, but the blunt end of the trunk fell on his toe, so you ended up helping out with that one. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure the experience had been worth it, but he promised you a better tree, and hell, you were getting a better tree.

“Cool beans,” you muttered, out of breath. A few snowflakes had stuck to your eyelashes, and that made him smile a bit. You were really pretty. Brushing off your hat, you huffed out, “now, let’s go get Patricia straightened.”

“I thought it was Patrice.”

You pouted. “Oh. Yeah. Patrice.”

Luke had no idea how he remembered that over you, but he knew that in due time, he would hopefully forget Patrice and this entire experience.

-

Luke awoke to a slobbery grin by his nose, and before he could register the puppy’s stare, he was being attacked with big, wet kisses. He had almost forgotten where he was as he laughed at the dog’s sudden friendliness, and then he smelled the burning from the kitchen. The half-open French doors separating the living room from the kitchen only hid so much, so the dancing mess that you were could easily be seen. He recognized the song playing softly through your phone as some song from “10 Things I Hate About You”. Honestly, his life at the moment could have been so much worse.

The spatula flew from your hands, and you yelped, causing poor Grape to waddle off in fear.

“Shit, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself, clambering across the bench surrounding the table to fetch the fallen soldier, “that’s not how you make eggs.”

Luke snickered, but he hadn’t meant it to be as loud as it was. You slipped onto the floor, and he heard your dog’s collar jingle from down the hall.

“Mornin’,” you huffed, kicking your legs out and accepting your defeat. “Like eggs?”

“Got ketchup?”

You groaned. “You disgust me.”

Luke cracked a grin.

“But no, sorry,” you mumbled with a shrug. “’m not a big ketchup fan.”

“You disgust me.”

You leaned forward to peer through the glass of one of the open doors so you could view Patrice in her bare glory. “Thanks, again. For Patty.”

He nodded. “Thanks for giving me a place to stay.”

You nodded, too.

“Need any help in the kitchen?”

Luke found out that you burned some toast, and you were about to serve him watery eggs, which didn’t make much sense to him considering the masterpiece sandwich you crafted for him yesterday. Now it was his turn to show you his skills, although they weren’t all that great. He just wanted things to go faster so he could get the hell out of Spice Girl Creek. The weather didn’t appear all that better just from his observations, but maybe it would be okay by the afternoon.

He had plated your breakfast when you said to him,

“Roads are still closed. We’re only in the middle of Dalton.”

Luke nearly dropped your plate. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He set the two plates down and began to pace a bit.

You shook your head. “But you’re more than welcome to– “

“Leave me alone,” he snapped and raced in the direction of the bathroom. Grape followed after him, and she soon began whining after he closed the door in her face.

Luke wanted to scream or cry or something in between. He was stuck in this town with you and all of those other weird old people that only saw him as a fake movie prop. He was real, and he was so mad that everyone looked at him as if he were the oddest frickin’ man who walked the face of the earth. Sure, he was pricey, and sure, one of his outfits cost more than your monthly rent, but that didn’t give them the right to stare. Just because he was untouchable didn’t mean he had zero feelings completely.

Maybe he was being unreasonable. He wasn’t a fucking god. All of Luke’s feelings stemmed from the fact that he couldn’t get home, and he really had no right to take it out on them. He had no right to take it on you, the pretty stranger that was being too fucking nice to him and his ugly temper.

With a sigh, Luke rinsed his face and walked out to join you for breakfast.

You were sat at the table when he walked back in the kitchen, your one hand petting a snorting Grape, the other struggling to pick up a few bites of egg onto a fork. “I’m sorry,” you said to him as he walked in.

Luke shook his head. That was the last thing you needed to say to him. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I really don’t want you to think I’m this rude.”

“No, I get it,” you said. “Ya just wanna go home. I get it.”

He sighed and took his spot on the bench across from you. From what he could remember, his grandmother had a table and bench set like this at her old home. They were nestled between three walls just like yours, but in your case, the kitchen was within arm’s reach.

A thought popped into Luke’s mind. “Do you– do you really run The Coffee Pot by yourself?”

You nodded happily. “Well, sort of. My friend Charlie co-owns it, but he moved away last spring. It’s been me and a few other pals for months now.”

“Jesus,” he said, taking a bite of his bland eggs. Ketchup would have been great, and he wasn’t sure he could ever forgive you for not having ketchup.

“So, I work ten to close,” you said as you poured a bit of salt onto your eggs. Not much better than ketchup. “You’re free to sit in the seating area with the regulars. Darryl might give ya a hard time again. Or, you could see all that Spruce Creek has to offer! Although you might not wanna become an abominable snowman, so it’s up t’ya.”

“Hm, I might,” Luke mumbled. He truly did need a head-clearing walk.

“Waterman’s Bridge is pretty in the winter,” you said, “especially when the river is frozen over. It’s just a ten-minute walk east. The local art gallery is nice. I actually have a few works in there myself. And– “

Luke began zoning out when you mentioned the art gallery. He didn’t know it then, but he had been caught up in the movement of your lips as you spoke. That was the first sign, and after that, he lost track.

-

He dropped by Waterman’s Bridge briefly, but his cheeks were too chapped to withstand the brisk cold of Winter Storm Dalton’s fury. Unfortunately, though he did bring a few beanies and a singular pair of gloves, none of them were thick or warm enough to brace the harsh winter. The next stop was the art gallery like you said. He swore he wasn’t going to visit it, but after you mentioned you had a few pieces hung up, his brain convinced him to drop by.

The building was about the size of your one-bedroom apartment, and the artworks were all cramped and snuggled together like your vintage furniture. This made it easy to spot your creations, and when he did, he found himself going back to examine them. The curator of the place recognized him, but to his luck, they only bothered him for a moment before leaving him be.

Your work wasn’t the worst he’d seen, nor was it the best. Truth be told, he didn’t know what to think about it. He spent a good twenty minutes analyzing the film photographs only to realize there was nothing significant to be analyzed. All Luke knew was that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your art, and that troubled him. They were special because you made them.

He pictured you stretched out on the floor of your living room, couch pushed against the wall as you painted whatever damn thing that came to your mind. You probably carried your film camera with you everywhere, but he suspected that, since it was a literal blizzard outside, your creative eye was being restricted.

Luke quickly shuffled out of the gallery in order to avoid the gaze of the curator. He started in the direction of your coffee shop, but then he remembered the candle store, and oh, did he love candles. Maybe he would pick one up for his mother. Maybe he would pick one up for you.

“Luke, what a pleasant surprise,” you said as he walked in.

The heat hit him like a sudden gust of wind, and he had to shake the snow off of his coat and boats before walking off of the carpet and onto the hardwood. “Need a coffee fix,” he muttered, glaring at a few strangers (or regulars as you would call them) that happened to stare a bit too long.

“Small coffee?” you asked.

He bit his lip and leaned towards you. “Gotta be honest, your regular coffee is more water than coffee,” he whispered. A part of him wished he hadn’t said that, but then you giggled.

“I told Emily that her coffee isn’t nearly as strong as Charlie’s was.” You took a mug from the rack by the espresso machine and faced him. “All right. Prepare yourself for the best coffee you’ve ever tasted.”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “Bet?”

“Oh, I don’t need to!” you exclaimed. “I already know it’ll be the best coffee. If I’m wrong, then you can have Grape.”

“What?” Luke’s voice escaped him at a higher octave than he had hoped for. “You wouldn’t bet your dog on coffee.”

“Just you wait!”

Luke waited, and truly, he had to admit that you were right. The coffee was damn fantastic, but he wasn’t sure if it was the best he’d had. He would have to try every single cup of coffee he’d tried from around the world to put yours up to the test. But in the meantime, yes, your coffee was the best coffee, and he needed two more cups.

He stayed until close again, his stomach now stuffed with the same turkey pesto panini from yesterday. For the few hours he sat there, half of them were spent admiring you from afar, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Even the stranger next to him elbowed and teased him about it. Luke’s face fell, and he returned back to journaling.

Before exiting into the marshmallow world outside, Luke handed you a heavy brown paper bag.

“What’s this?” you asked, looking inside and fishing out a dark green candle.

“A candle.”

You knotted your brows together in confusion.

“For gratitude,” he continued. “’m not sure what scents ya like– “ He scratched the back of his neck, “–but I figured balsam and cedar was the best– “

Your arms were around his neck before he knew it, and he easily relaxed into your hug. Luke felt himself melt against you, his senses taking in your warmth and your scent purely for a memory stamp. He was slowing starting to realize that he did not want to forget about this experience or you.

“T-thanks,” you said, backing away as a great big smile grew on your cheeks. “This– this is the best thing you could have done for me. Thank you.”

“Course,” he replied. Luke began to smile as well.

Back at your place, you dug out boxes of ornaments. You had only just put them away yesterday once you got rid of your previous tree. A moment later, you invited Luke to help you decorate Patrice, and he jumped at the opportunity.

“What Christmas songs do you prefer?” you asked, stretching your arm out far so you could reach for your phone on the coffee table. The two of you had been untangling the metal hooks from the big ball they had forced themselves into. You let out a soft sound as you bent over, causing something to spark in Luke’s heart. “Traditional or gross modern?”

“I take it you got an opinion,” he muttered mockingly. “Traditional. Gimme that Bing Crosby shit.”

You grinned. “Man of my dreams.”

Luke wasn’t sure if you meant him or Bing Crosby. Whatever it was, it made Luke blush.

-

“Luke,” you whispered in his ear.

He groaned, rolling over and pulling the blanket higher on his bare torso to keep the chills from hearing your voice at bay. The shutter had already traveled halfway up his spine. In his dream, your fingers were tracing along his bicep as the other massaged his scalp. Your chests were pressed together, and the skin-to-skin contact was making his mind reel with pleasure and intimacy. God, you were so beautiful. How had he not noticed before?

“Luke,” you whispered again. Shit, did your voice get sexier?

Luke hummed, but it came out more like a moan as he imagined your lips sucking and biting–

“Luke!” you shouted, hitting his head hard with a couch pillow. “Wake up.”

His eyes snapped open to find you not in bed with him, but in fact, kneeling beside him fully clothed. Fuck.

“The roads are open,” you said. “Snow’s stopped.”

He jumped up, a grin spreading far on his cheeks. Before he knew it, he was lifting you up by the waist and holding you against him, his hand finding its way into your hair so he could press your head onto his chest.

“I take it you’re happy?” you mumbled against his hot skin.

“So fuckin’– “ His mind interrupted his tongue. That meant he could leave. That meant he had to leave. He had to leave you. Luke frowned and pulled away from you.

“What?” you wondered as you examined his suddenly worried expression.

His hands moved onto your cheeks, his thumbs grazing the soft skin underneath your eyes while he thought about what he was going to say.

“What?” you chuckled out lightly, but you soon lost your smile.

“Jus’ thinking about kissing you,” he said, “before I go.”

You were silent for a moment.

“’m sor– “

“I won’t want you to leave if you do,” you whispered, your hands reaching up to gently wrap around his wrists.

Luke nearly let out a breath, but he hadn’t brushed his teeth. “I gotta shower.”

You nodded, dropping your grip on his wrists as he dropped his on your cheeks. “Course.”

His heart was thumping loudly in his chest as he scurried around the small bathroom. He tossed his clothes to the floor, the toothbrush in his mouth nearly sliding back down his throat before he caught it with a gag. The water of the shower was hot enough by the time he had rinsed all of the toothpaste from his mouth, and then you knocked on the door.

“’m– I’m naked!” he shouted hurriedly.

“Yeah, um– I-I figured,” you stuttered out. He could picture you clutching your arms close against your chest like he knew you did when you were nervous.

Luke walked over to the door and opened it slightly so he could peak his head out. You were standing just how he imagined you would be, except he hadn’t expected to face the thick tension that he knew all too well. Your lips were pulled into a pathetic little pout, and it took every ounce of him not to tug you into the bathroom with him.

“I’m just– I’m– I’m gonna miss you,” you said. “I-I don’t– shit, I– “

Luke reached out and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you in so he could press his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Maybe it was the steam from the shower, but every single nerve in his body ignited. You were kissing him back with as much fervency as he, and he couldn’t help but let himself taste what he had been missing these past three days.

“I’ll miss you,” he murmured breathlessly, nudging your nose and slowly kissing down your cheeks and onto your neck. “So much.”

You unexpectedly pulled away, your eyes frantic, and your lips tugged into a deep frown. “No, you won’t,” you said.

Luke rested his face against the door. “What d’ya mean?”

“Y-you won’t miss me.” You cracked a smile. “You’ll go back to LA– see your friends and family, and you won’t miss me. You won’t miss this town– you won’t even remember it. It’ll be like some dream to you.”

“No,” he said, “that’s not true.”

“Are you sure?” you laughed somewhat maniacally. “You’re famous, Luke. Famous people don’t belong in a town like Spruce Creek. This is for people who have no other choice.”

He shook his head, but you had already walked into your bedroom and closed the door.

-

You offered to drive Luke to the airport, but neither of you spoke the entire time. He wanted to say so much to you, though none of the words that popped into his brain seemed right. Nothing seemed right. Leaving you, despite knowing you for the few days he had, felt like the worst decision he was about to face. He trusted his intuition, and it was telling him to stay.

It continued to tell him to stay as he waited three hours for security to open. It told him to stay as he waited with the other five people at the wrong gate before realizing there was only one other gate to wait by. It told him to stay as he sat on his phone for another three hours, looking at all of the pictures he managed to take through the blustery snowfall. It told him to stay as he gathered his belongings and waited for his ticket to be scanned.

And lastly, it told him to stay as he turned around and rushed out of the airport, his belongings banging around on the pavement behind him as he hailed for a taxi.

His forehead had broken out into a dripping sweat by the time he made it to The Coffee Pot. It was minutes away from closing– he knew. Luke tipped the driver before clambering out onto the slushy road. He hoped you wouldn’t see him just yet.

What was he doing? He had a whole life waiting for him back home. What was he doing?

The door chimed as he stepped in, that familiar gust of hot air hitting him as Darryl shouted, “Ay! Malibu’s back! Give ‘em a kiss for me Stan.”

Stan made a disgusted face as every head turned to Luke. Every head including yours.

“Luke?” you gasped.

“My legs hurt,” he said, “so c’mere.” He nodded you over and watched you walk out from behind the counter. Your steps were wary as you neared. “’m done missing out on other chances. Who says I can’t fall for someone I just met? Who says I can’t drop a few things just to be with you for a bit? Who says it won’t work out?” He chuckled. “I just know I’m crazy about ya, and I don’t really know what else to do but stay.”

You grinned, pulling him down by the neck as you pecked his lips over and over. “See?” you mused. “Small towns ain’t so bad.”

He hummed, a lazily smile finding its way onto his lips. “With you, never.”

tags!

@lilhemmo @oh-annaa @youngbloodstyles @tommyswolves @lukeofmine @crystalisinfinite  @dammitbands

#5sos #5sos au #5sos imagine #5sos fanfiction #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer au #5 seconds of summer imagine #5 seconds of summer fanfiction #luke imagine #luke au #luke fanfiction #luke hemmings #luke hemmings au #luke hemmings fanfiction #luke 5sos #my writing #swearing #christmas #christmas!5sos #holiday!5sos #winter!5sos #au #imagine #smut #fanfiction #5sos writing #5sos fanfic #luke fanfic #luke hemmings fanfic #luke imagines

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Modern Things I Would Introduce To Each VDL Gang Member

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I had to take some people off because I couldn’t think of anything (I’m sorry please don’t come after me)

*anything you guys come up with, I’ll add to the list in red*

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Dutch Van Der Linde

-Science (Mister ‘I don’t believe in evolution’)

-Actual Philosophy

-Mangos

-Curling iron

-Classes in gender studies and critical race theory and he is to take them over and over again until they stick

-Probably the grippy sock hospital at one point

-Animal Farm by George Orwell

-The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

Hosea Matthews

-Rocky Horror Picture Show

-Dead Poets Society

-Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

-ABBA

-Bullet proof vests

-Medication for whatever is wrong with his lungs

-Hugs from me specifically

-Planners

-Brokeback Mountain

-Gang of Youths

-That dad thing where they reach back from the front seat to ask for snacks

-Coffee shops

-Used book stores

-Mr. Rogers

-My beat up dragontology book I got for Christmas when I was 10

-Sherlock Holmes (the books, but I’d tell him there’s a show and movies)

-True Crime Podcasts

Arthur Morgan

-Affection and praise without any strings attached

-Art classes

-Digital drawing/art

-Stuffed animals (the toy kind not actual stuffed animals)

-BCG vaccine

-The candle section at any store but Target specifically

-Closed terrariums to keep his flower in

-The Beatles (I feel like they would confuse him but he’d still like it)

-Bob Ross

-Zelda: Breath of the Wild

-Paleontology

-Late night car rides

-Hozier

-Doc Martens

John Marston

-Shampoo

-Monster Energy Drinks

-My Chemical Romance

-Swim Lessons

-Dr Pepper

-Converse

Charles Smith

-Minecraft bees

-Reservation Dogs

-Wood carving and glass blowing art

-Blankets with tiger stock photos on them

Javier Escuella

-Guitar Hero

-Spotify

-Electric Guitars

-Modern clothing styles

-Music career opportunities

-Pepperoni pizza flavoured Combos

-Pineapple Fanta

Lenny Summers

-Marvin Gaye

-Buzzfeed Unsolved

-Just dance

-Mario cart

-Marvel

-Root beer

-Bullet proof vests

-Those really old, cheesy western movies to laugh at

Sean Macguire

-Buzzfeed Unsolved

-Just dance

-Mountain dew

-Mario cart

-Koolaid/capri-suns

-Helmets

-LetterKenny

Jack Marston

-Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

-The How To Train Your Dragon trilogy

-The Owl House

-Crayons

-Stickers (especially scratch and sniff)

-Diary of a Wimpy Kid

-Star constellations

-Dinosaurs

-Slushies

Mary-Beth Gaskill

-Fanfiction

-Cottagecore

-True crime podcasts

-Animal Crossing

-Cardigans

-Harry Styles

-Hozier

-Titanic

Tilly Jackson

-The Jackson 5

-Fuzzy socks/socks with patterns

-Oversized hoodies

-Lemonade

Karen Jones

-Wine

-Men that’ll last longer than 5 seconds

-Reality TV

Molly O’Shea

-Mitski

-Independence

-Healthy relationship dynamics

-Soft, comfy pajamas

-Bullet proof vests

Miss Grimshaw

-Bullet proof vests

Bill Williamson

-Basic hygiene and deodorant

-A class in gender studies and critical race theory

Kieran Duffy

-Petting zoos

-Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

-Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron

-Those cheesy horse girl movies

-My Little Pony

Reverend Swanson

-An addiction support group

-Addiction treatment and recovery

-Risen by IcarusFeathers on AO3

Leopold Strauss

-Empathy

-Turtleneck sweaters

-Shark Tank

Simon Pearson

-Pirates of The Caribbean

-British Baking Show

-Hell’s Kitchen

-Betty Crocker

-Moby Dick (if he hasn’t already read it)

Josiah Trewlany

-2am Waffle House

-Harry Houdini

-Martinis

Micah Bell

-Karma :)

Everyone collectively

-Dental/basic hygiene

-Family Therapy

-Those videos they would play in school about what smoking does to your lungs

-Halloween

-RuPaul Drag Race

#can you tell who my favorite character is? #and who i don’t like very much #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #rdr2 #john marston #hosea matthews #tilly jackson #mary beth gaskill #karen jones #susan grimshaw #simon pearson #lenny summers #sean macguire #javier escuella #charles smith #jack marston

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{Recently Read 1D Fics}

August 2021

These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in August. There are 16 recs here in all and are in order by word count and organized by pairing. You can also listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in August including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #28 | ko-fi | fic recs

-Larry-

Memory of a Dream by tomlinvelvet / @afterglowslouis

[E, 64k, Sleeping Beauty au, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, royal, fantasy, fairy tale, dark magic, angst with a happy ending, witches, violence, arranged marriage, hurt/comfort, no smut, wow this was such a cool take on this fairy tale, really enjoyed how the story was adapted and changed]

a Sleeping Beauty AU.

Caught In Your Gravity by @lululawrence

[NR, 62k, footie au, coach Harry, football player Louis, Ted Lasso au kind of, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, secrets, secret relationship, pining, coming out, homophobia, humor, no smut, the footie fic of my dreams]

an AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.

Home Again...Winter Harlow by dandelionfairies

[T, 27k, small town au, chef Harry, holidays, winter, Christmas, injured minor character, strangers to lovers, light angst, a lovely Hallmark-esque movie fic]

While Louis is basking in the glory of the holidays and everything new to him, Harry is walking into everything he once loved but now hates.

I'm Hot for Teacher (series) by phdmama / @phd-mama

[E, 14k, doctor Louis, med student Harry, semi public sex, hand jobs, masturbation, flirting, professional ethics, library sex, office sex, smut, holy shit this was so hot whew]

You cannot fall in love with your professor, Harry admonishes himself sternly as he exits the building and heads home. You just can’t.

Moments by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

[E, 10k, fake exes to lovers au, strangers to lovers, particle physicist Louis, event manager Harry, banter, smut, hand jobs, anal sex, bl, so funny and cute!]

Looking back, Louis should’ve known that the universe likes to fuck with idiots like him who think they’ve got it all sorted.

i know i've grown (but i can't wait to go home) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

[T, 7k, royal au, time travel, historical, Prince Harry, time traveler Louis, fantasy, violence, assassination attempt, humor, this plot was so cool]

When Louis falls down a hill behind an old castle, he wakes up and finds the castle new and full of life.

Climbing The Swells by @cyantific

[E, 5k, surfing au, surfer Louis, surfer Harry, California, strangers to enemies to lovers, minor injury, hurt/comfort, smut, so hot and so much fun especially if you love surfer fics like I do!]

The one where a clumsy Harry and a stubborn Louis reconcile their grievances on the beach with a heartfelt apology from Louis on his knees without saying a word.

We Go Together (series) by cherrylarry / @beelou

[G, 3k, Grease au, Harry as Sandy, Louis as Danny, summer romance, high school, such a cute adaptation!]

the movie Grease as a larry au. Louis is still the one that he wants.

As Good As Scone by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

[NR, 3k, meet cute au, baker Harry, Louis can't cook, humor, flirting, first meeting, minor injuries, this was so much fun and I loved the snappy writing and dialogue]

The one where Louis tries and fails to impress a first date. Luckily, there is the 'Sweet Creature' bakery, and they deliver.

Eco-Friendly by amomentoflove / @daggerandrose

[T, 3k, uni au, roommates, pining, green living, humor, this was so cute and funny and relatable lol)

the one where Harry just wants to get through one college year with a good roommate

Thesis Management by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

[T, 2k, werewolf au, wolf Louis, human Harry, grad student Harry, uni, established relationship, crack, humor, full moon, fluff, where does she come up with this stuff? lol]

Harry's got an assignment due and it's the full moon.

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle by skipper / @skipperxao3

[T, 2k, break up au, angst, drama, saving the world, ouch, this hurt so if you're in the mood for heartbreak this one is it]

the one where Harry wants to save the world but loses sight of who’s been right in front of him all along

Wordplay Poems 2021 by @kingsofeverything

[NR, 381 words, poetry, clumsy Harry, clumsy Louis, this was such a cool idea!)

Week 1: Diamanté Week 2: Couplet Week 3: Idiom Doggerel Week 4: 2 or 3 stanza poem Week 5: Free verse poem

-Grouis-

Getting a Head for Heights by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

[T, 3k, Louis/Greg James, uni au, size difference, pining, flirting, sharing clothes, kissing, I could scream I loved this so much! so so cute!]

The problem is, Louis thinks Greg would be quite good to date, so it would really help if everyone would stop reminding him of that fact so he could unthink it.

-Zaynshaw-

Long Shot by @fallinglikethis

[G, 816 words, Zayn/Nick Grimshaw, strangers to lovers, pub, Nick's birthday, drinking, well Nick's friends are crap but love how Zayn pulls him heh]

When Nick's friends throw him a birthday party in a pub and invite his ex, Nick wants nothing to do with any of it.

-Zouis-

Reduce, Recycle, … remove? by @reminiscingintherain

[G, 611 words, Zayn/Louis, neighbors, teacher Louis, artist Zayn implied, open ending, this is the rare pair jackpot tbh]

When someone’s nicking recycling out of the rubbish bins, who’s going to take them to task?

#28th appreciation #trackinghome #trackinghappily #1dsource #tracksintheam #fic rec #larry fan fiction #zouis fic #zaynshaw fic #grouis fic #one direction fan fic #august 2021