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2jaeh · 1 year

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'tis the season | jaemin

your boyfriend caught a sudden wave of the christmas spirit.

genre: fluff

content: gender neutral!reader, boyfriend!jaemin, established relationship

word count: 382

- lin

christmas fic masterlist (2022)

"Um…" Was the only thing that left your mouth as you stood in the passageway, watching as Jaemin danced from the kitchen to the living room, yielding a wooden spoon in one hand and a large bowl of batter in the other.

You'd taken probably an hour nap and your boyfriend had turned your shared apartment into a hallmark Christmas movie. There was tinsel and colourful lights draped all over the walls, the smell of ginger and flour wafted from the kitchen and a giant white Christmas tree sat in the corner of the living room, fully decorated. Not to mention the man himself wearing a green Christmas themed apron and a red Santa Claus hat rested on his head.

"Merry Christmas baby!" He grinned, placing the bowl and spoon on the kitchen counter and lowering the obnoxious Christmas song blaring from the television.

"Christmas is only in two weeks." You chuckled, walking over to peer into the bowl to see what he was making.

"Ginger biscuits," he answered your silent question, "and 'tis still the Christmas season!"

"Okay, okay," you nodded, not wanting to ruin his fun since he just looked so cute and happy, "want some help with the biscuits?"

"Get some trays little elf, Santa is almost done with the batter." Jaemin made his voice deep, adding a little "ho ho ho" at the end, making you snort in laughter.

"If you're gonna be Santa, where's the beard?" You pondered, pulling out the trays and helping your boyfriend dish his biscuit batter into the tree shaped mold.

"I think I forgot to order one when I was getting the hat," Jaemin explained sheepishly, "however I'm convinced the delivery man stole it."

"Oh yes, because a cheap Santa Claus beard is such a hot commodity." You rolled your eyes as you placed the trays into the oven and Jaemin set the timer.

"Making fun of me means coal for Christmas." Jaemin warned, wagging his index finger in your face.

"You know you're insane almost everyday, but Christmas time really takes the cake." You joked, squealing when Jaemin pulled you into his arms, trapping you.

"It's the most wonderful time of the year!" He belted out the song as he spun you around, making you dance with him in the kitchen.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 5 months

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Time spent with you is never wasted

AN: Here is something completely different to my last little one-shot. Have some sickeningly sweet, domestic supersoldier husbands.

Beta’d by @deafeningkittenking. Moodboard by me and divider by @firefly-graphics

This fic covers the following bingo squares

@buckybarnesbingo: U5 - Snowed In

@stuckybingo: N4 - Domesticity

@steverogersbingo: E2 - Holidays

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Summary: A little break away, just the two of them. Whatever shall Steve and Bucky do when they get snowed in?

Relationship: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 2.2k

CW: Sickening Fluff, Not Endgame Compliant, Supersoldier Husbands, Domestic Fluff, Flirting, Smut, Top Bucky, Bottom Steve, Ass Eating, Coming untouched, Anal fingering, Anal Sex

I’m dreaming of a White Christmas,

Just like the ones I used to know…

Bucky scoffed as he listened to the music, causing Steve to chuckle.

“What have you taken umbrage to in this song? We haven’t found one yet that you actually like.”

Bucky smiled and shook his head as he walked away from the window of their holiday cabin and crossed to the small kitchenette. He slotted himself behind Steve, who was standing at the counter measuring ingredients, wearing a Santa Claus apron. Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve’s trim waist and rested his head on his husband’s shoulder, watching as Steve added spoonfuls of sugar to the bowl and the needle on the scales went round.

“First of all,” Bucky muttered into Steve’s navy tee, “the White Christmases I remember were more ice on the inside of the windows and dirty slush in the streets - nothing you’d want to willingly remember, and secondly, if you’re dreaming about the type of White Christmas that’s currently outside this window, you need your head read.”

Bucky reached out and gesticulated out of the huge floor to ceiling windows to the large drifts covering the ground as far as the eye could see, and the current snowfall that was nearer to the word ‘blizzard’ than it was to ‘flurry’.

There had already been snow on the ground when they’d driven up yesterday afternoon, but it had continued overnight, and when they’d woken up this morning - late for Steve, but a bit early still for Bucky - they’d discovered they’d been snowed in. Luckily though, they’d been planning to be here for a few days anyway, and had organised a suitable food delivery in advance. This was a holiday treat just for them - a private getaway before the hustle and bustle of a full Avengers ‘family’ Christmas.

At least, Bucky thought as he looked out at the snow, Steve wouldn’t try to get up for a run at the crack of dawn, and would need to find another way to work off his excess energy, like he had this morning

“I think it looks nice,” said Steve.

Bucky snorted. “‘Looks’ being the operative word here, pal. It’s a good thing that we’ve got nothing else to do other than relax, eat food and get lucky.” He slid his right hand down from Steve’s waist to lightly grope his cock through his sweatpants. Steve rapped Bucky’s arm with his wooden spoon.

“Hey, hands off the merchandise. At least until after these cookies have been baked,” Steve chastised.

“But I can’t help it if you look sexy with a sprinkle of flour across your cheek, my Domestic God,” Bucky teased, pressing his lips into Steve’s neck and making him squirm, before reluctantly pulling back and turning to lean against the countertop. “And what if instead of cookies I want cake?” He let his eyes blatantly roam over Steve’s ass, just imagining feasting on the plump flesh, Steve trembling and crying beneath him…

“My eyes are up here, Buck.”

Bucky smirked. “I know. Just admiring your other assets.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to smile. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“Just madly in love, and no-one would blame me.”

Steve leant towards Bucky, wooden spoon still in hand, and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr Barnes-Rogers, but for now you’ll just have to wait.”

Bucky sighed dramatically, but settled in to do as asked. He watched Steve with a heated look as he finished making the cookie dough, rolled and cut it, then popped it in the oven. Straightening up, Steve met Bucky’s gaze, holding it as he slowly removed his flour-streaked apron and threw it on the counter.

“I’m going to wash up,” he said, pointedly. “The cookies need ten minutes, then you can take them out, leave to cool on the tray for two minutes then place on the rack.” He sashayed over to Bucky and wrapped his arms around Bucky’s middle. “You can do that for me, can’t you, Buck? I’ll make it worth your while…”

Steve pressed his body in close and kissed Bucky slowly, but deeply, before stepping away and walking towards the bedroom with an exaggerated sway to his hips.

Bucky just gawked, his brain trying to regain control from his dick long enough to remember what it was that Steve had asked him to do. While Steve did pout oh-so-prettily, it wouldn’t be worth it to forget, because Steve was also the biggest grudge holder Bucky had ever known. So, despite the fact that his dick was basically screaming at him to follow Steve into the shower, press him against the tiles and get him all dirty again, Bucky waited.

He waited until the timer went off, taking the golden brown sugar cookies out as directed. He waited a further two minutes for the cookies to firm up before using a palette knife to transfer them to the wire rack. He then forced himself to walk at a sensible speed to the bedroom, getting there just as Steve walked out of the en-suite, a small white towel wrapped snugly around his hips and another in his hand as he scrubbed at his blond hair.

It was then that Bucky allowed his self control to snap. In a few long strides he reached Steve, pulled the towel from his hand and threw it to the floor. His hands then cupped Steve’s cheeks and he started to kiss him. His tongue teased the seam of Steve’s lips and Steve opened to him, his own arms sliding around Bucky’s neck.

Bucky continued to walk forward, backing Steve up, until Steve’s legs hit the mattress and they both tumbled down onto it. The towel around Steve’s hips came loose almost straight away, meaning there was nothing to impede Bucky’s progress as he palmed at Steve’s cock once again. Encouraged by the movement of Steve’s hips and the little groan that came from his mouth, Bucky slid down Steve’s body, trailing kisses and little nips with his teeth. He took a long, slow detour over Steve’s pecs, sucking on his pert, pink nipples and relishing in the way Steve writhed beneath him. As he descended further, Steve’s hands tangled in his hair and tugged on it deliciously.

A long lick was the only attention Bucky paid to Steve’s cock as he reached it, feeling in the mood to tease his husband a bit. He then forced his thick arms and broad shoulders under Steve’s thighs and tugged him to the edge of the bed. His hands spread his husband wide and Bucky took a moment to look at Steve’s most intimate parts. Blond hair dusted Steve’s upper thighs, darkening around his crotch and ass. He wasn’t stripped bare, like they’d seen in modern pornography, but did keep himself tidy. Not that Bucky would have cared either way. Steve could have a full on jungle down here and Bucky would just declare himself a wilderness scout.

Steve’s skin was still wet from his shower, and Bucky could smell the combination of Steve’s favourite three in one shower gel along with his own, potent musk. He turned his face into the soft skin of Steve’s inner thigh and breathed in deeply, before taking the delicate flesh between his lips and sucking on it, leaving his mark. Steve whimpered and pulled on Bucky’s hair, trying to direct him to where he wanted him the most, but Bucky wouldn’t be rushed.

His nose brushed over Steve’s hole as he trailed his lips over more of the sensitive areas surrounding it, humming to himself almost absently as he worshipped his husband. He couldn’t hold back a smile at Steve’s punched out little noises of need and garbled whispers of “Buck… please!” Eventually though, he capitulated to his own lusts and Steve’s pleas, swiping his tongue straight over the furled muscle nestled between the globes of Steve’s ass.

Steve let out a low, moan, and Bucky was glad they were in an isolated cabin, miles from anyone or anything, because his favourite thing in the world was to hear Steve let go and just feel. It was something they’d never been able to do, back in the day, when they’d had to be covert in their small apartment. Now though, there was nothing Bucky enjoyed more than hearing Steve moan wantonly at the top of his lungs.

Bucky shifted his grip to take handfuls of that luscious ass, unable to resist squeezing and massaging Steve’s flesh as he ran his tongue over Steve’s hole and up his taint to his balls. He continued in this way, making Steve all wet, messy and overwhelmingly needy before moving on.

Moving his hands to the backs of Steve’s thighs, Bucky spread him even wider. Steve abandoned his hold on Bucky’s hair in order to hold his own legs to his chest, baring himself. A heartbeat later, Bucky was burying his face as far into Steve’s ass as he could, spearing his tongue into his husband’s spit-slick hole. Steve practically wailed.

Bucky ate Steve like a man starved, pushing his tongue in as deep as it would go. His nose now pushed against Steve’s taint, and therefore his prostate, so he rocked with it, fucking Steve with his mouth. God, Steve was glorious when he was like this. All fuck drunk and needy, desperate to cum.

It was some kind of sixth sense, or maybe just a change to how Steve’s right leg was leaning against him, that let Bucky know that Steve had let go to try and take hold of his cock. Bucky batted Steve’s hand away with a muffled growl and then pulled back, eliciting a disappointed whimper from Steve’s red, bitten lips.

“You come on my tongue, Stevie. I know you can,” Bucky commanded and then dove back in, doubling down on his lewd sucking and slurping, while Steve babbled above him.

“Oh, God! Bucky! Fuck! Gonna come. Gonna…”

Bucky smiled to himself as Steve’s legs trembled and his ass tensed as he spilled all over his own abs. Bucky slowed down his ministrations, swapping to gentle licks of his tongue and soft kisses, as the waves of euphoria slowed their progress through Steve’s body. When they finally subsided, Bucky pulled back, letting out a groan of his own as he took in how debauched Steve looked.

He dragged his henley off over the back of his head, taking the chance to wipe his spit covered face, then he shucked off his sweats, and without worry of the cooling, sticky mess smeared over Steve’s skin, he covered his husband's frame with his own and kissed him long and deep. Steve was still hard and their dicks brushed against each other as they kissed, Steve shuddering from the sensitivity. It wasn’t long before they were rocking against each other with more vigour, Steve wrapping his legs around Bucky’s waist, keeping him close.

“Buck…”, Steve murmured. “Please…”

Bucky pulled his lips from Steve’s and grinned down at him, brushing a lock of his blond hair from his face. “You need me, doll?”

“Always need you. Every day. Every minute if I could,” came the breathy response.

“Well,” replied Bucky, kissing down Steve’s neck. “I’d better not keep you waiting then.” He grabbed a pillow and pushed it under Steve’s hips before grabbing the bottle of lube from the top of the bedside table. His first finger slid in easily, and Bucky gazed upon Steve, fire in his eyes, as Steve fisted the sheets and moaned. Bucky added a second finger, stretching Steve out and trying not to aim for his prostate too often.

It wasn’t long before Steve half sat up, grabbing at Bucky’s arm and stilling his hand. “I’m ready, sweetheart. Please! Don’t wanna wait anymore”

Bucky chuckled and pulled his fingers free. “Okay, baby. I got you. I got you.” He pushed Steve back down, slicked up his own straining cock, and slotted himself into the V of Steve’s legs. He entwined his right hand with Steve’s left as he guided himself into Steve’s molten heat with his other hand. This was one of his favourite feelings. It was like coming home. Whether it was 1939, 2029, or somewhere in between, being with Steve like this was all he ever wanted or needed.

He began to roll his hips and gave himself over to the sensations surrounding him. He hovered over Steve, watching his husband’s facial expression from between hooded eyelids as he moved, slowly building the pleasure between them. Steve panted and murmured unintelligible things, his hand tightening on Bucky’s as he was driven higher and higher.

As Bucky felt himself get closer to his own peak, he changed the angle of his hips, so that he could now brush over Steve’s prostate with each thrust. Steve’s fucked out noises changed pitch as his orgasm rapidly approached, his thighs clenched around Bucky’s waist so tightly that, had Bucky not also been a supersoldier, he could easily have been crushed.

“God, love these noises of yours, Stevie,” Bucky muttered. “Love hearing how you sound taking my cock, and you take it so well, doll. Almost there. Almost there.” He didn’t know if Steve was actually listening to him, lost in his pleasure as he was, but it didn’t really matter because Bucky was there, tipping over the precipice and pouring himself into Steve. “Oh, God!”

Steve grasped his own cock with his free hand, giving himself a rough few jerks so he could follow Bucky off the edge.

A couple of minutes later, when they could both breathe properly again, Bucky propped himself up on his elbows and pressed butterfly kisses to Steve’s smiling, flushed face.

“That’s three times in two days. We should go on holiday and get snowed in more often, if this is what it leads to,” he said between the kisses.

“I have a feeling that this would happen on any holiday, snow or no snow,” Steve teased back.

“Well,” said Bucky, tilting his head to the side and trying not to laugh, “maybe we should test that theory?”

Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky’s neck and pulled him back down for another kiss. “Maybe we should. But in the meantime, wanna make it four times in two days?”

Tag list: @christywrites, @alexakeyloveloki, @doasyoudesireandlive, @galactusdevourerofworlds, @km-ffluv

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years

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last updated on : 06 / 05 / 2024

listed below are all of the fandoms that i am a part of and will write requests for. fandoms are listed alphabetically as they appear — and all are open for requests.

* = sfw requests only

animated (full or partial) series

anime

-> aggretsuko

-> attack on titan

-> beastars

-> black butler

-> brand new animal

-> deadman wonderland

-> death note

-> hetalia

-> kakegurui

-> my hero academia

western

-> amphibia

-> arcane

-> avatar: the last airbender

-> bluey *

-> don’t hug me i’m scared *

-> epithet erased

-> ever after high

-> fionna and cake

-> gravity falls

-> hazbin hotel

-> helluva boss

-> monster high

-> murder drones

-> star wars: the clone wars

-> steven universe

-> the amazing digital circus

-> the legend of korra

-> the owl house

-> winx club

animated films

content

-> disney masterlist (general)

-> disney masterlist (encanto)

-> dreamworks masterlist

-> ghibli masterlist

disney

-> alice in wonderland (incl. remakes)

-> aladdin

-> beauty and the beast

-> brave

-> cinderella

-> elemental

-> encanto

-> frozen

-> mulan

-> peter pan

-> pocahontas

-> princess and the frog

-> raya and the last dragon

-> sleeping beauty

-> snow white

-> tangled

-> the little mermaid

dreamworks

-> how to train your dragon

-> rise of the guardians

studio ghibli

-> howl’s moving castle

-> kiki’s delivery service

-> princess mononoke

-> spirited away

-> when marnie was there

games

mobile

-> cookie run: kingdom / ovenbreak / witch’s castle

-> mystic messenger

other

-> baldur’s gate 3

-> bioshock

-> crowscare *

-> dachabo! digi-pet sim!

-> dark deception

-> dead by daylight

-> deltarune

-> disco elysium

-> doki doki literature club *

-> five nights at freddy’s

-> hollow knight

-> overwatch

-> pokémon

-> resident evil 8

-> silent hill (all)

-> something’s wrong with sunny day jack

-> the groom of gallagher mansion

-> undertale

horror films

content

-> writing masterlist

general horror

-> the conjuring

-> wrong turn: the foundation (2021)

slashers

-> a nightmare on elm street

-> black christmas (1974)

-> bride of chucky

-> carrie

-> firefly trilogy

-> friday the 13th

-> halloween

-> house of wax

-> it

-> jennifer’s body

-> laid to rest

-> malignant

-> predator (& prey)

-> scream

-> silence of the lambs

-> the black phone

-> the boy

-> the collector

-> the texas chainsaw massacre

live action general media

films

-> bill (2015)

-> fantastic beasts

-> harry potter

-> indiana jones (all)

-> star wars (all)

-> the addams family

-> the chronicles of narnia

-> the pirates of the caribbean (all)

series

-> andor

-> bbc ghosts

-> bbc quacks

-> buffy the vampire slayer

-> kenobi

-> marble hornets

-> spy (2011)

-> the book of boba fett

-> the mandalorian

-> the wrong mans

-> yonderland

-> you me and the apocalypse

marvel properties

content

-> mcu masterlist

-> non-mcu masterlist

films

-> avengers

-> black panther + wakanda forever

-> black widow

-> captain america

-> captain marvel

-> doctor strange

-> eternals

-> guardians of the galaxy

-> iron man

-> shang-chi and the legend of ten rings

-> thor

non-mcu media

-> deadpool

-> morbius

-> the amazing spiderman

-> venom

series

-> hawkeye

-> loki

-> moon knight

-> she hulk

-> the falcon and the winter soldier

-> wandavision

online media

websites

-> welcome home /// playfellow vers

written

-> creepypastas

-> the scp foundation

the dc extended universe

films

-> birds of prey

-> black adam

-> suicide squad

#sleepingdeath #account stuff #i only do reader insert requests btw #my fandoms #readmore used because there are a lot of fandoms listed lol #writing masterlist

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daydreamgoddess14 · 9 months

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Aspirations pt.1

Hopefully you can look past the rubbish title and summary enough to give this a go!

It started as me coming up with a 'one bed situation' but I've expanded it a little to probably 3-4 chapters in total.

I've only done a couple of very short pieces for this fandom so far so I'd love to know your thoughts! Be kind! 😘

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Sydney Adamu / Carmy Berzatto

Syd is 12 months deep in a crush, Carmy is 6 months into a relationship he doesn't want, The Bear is 4 months open and Nat is 2 months into motherhood....

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Syd didn't know why she'd said yes. Nat had asked, and while her brain went to say 'no thanks', her heart saw the look of desperation on Natalie's face, and a 'yes, of course' popped out instead. Nat even had her minor guilt trip lined up.

"... I mean, I haven't had any real adult company since the baby was born, and I just -"

"Nat, I said yes."

"For real?"

"Sure, why not. Wait - is Claire invited?"

"Oh god, no. Just us and Tiff."

"Richie's ex?" Nat nodded.

"Yep. Just some drinks at home, so I'm around if I'm needed. Maybe a couple slices of Marcus's cake?"

"I'll bring you some food."

"You're an angel. Does Carm know you've been keeping my fridge stocked for the last 3 months?" Syd shrugged,

"If he does, he hasn't said anything." They sat in the closed restaurant, Nat feeding baby Mikey while Syd went through the books with her. Carmy was… late. "Where the fuck is he anyway?" Nat clipped her bra back into place and lifted the baby to her shoulder. Every Friday between lunch and dinner service, they did the books together.

"Good question." Syd murmured, eyes on her calculator. "We need to start putting some money aside for Thanksgiving and Christmas promos."

"On it. I need you guys to confirm the festive menu by the 15th, please. We go to print on the 19th, delivery by the end of the month ready to take bookings throughout October."

"Wow, you are still, like, smashing it." Syd says, impressed.

"I gotta do something during those 3 am feeds other than shopping." She reasoned, heaving the baby over to her other shoulder.

"Here," Syd stood and held out her hands so Nat could gratefully pass him over. She'd not been around too many babies and was terrified the first time she'd held him. Richie had ribbed her about it in the weeks prior - so much so that she hadn't actually held the baby in company other than Natalie. She rocked gently from side to side, hearing little Mikey's snores in her ear. Nat read through the books and the notes left by Syd and/or Carmy.

"Hey, did I tell you what Uncle Jimmy did?" Syd didn't stop her gentle movement but turned to face Natalie better,

"No?"

"So we each own 33%, right, and Jimmy had the 1% leftover? Well he's gifted it to Mikey. The baby bear is already earning."

"That's dope, I'm still gonna make him do the dishes as soon as he's old enough though. He's gotta earn that paycheck." Syd smiled down as Mikey's eyes drifted shut.

"Hey, fuck, sorry I'm late." He pushed through the swing doors, stopping at the sight of Syd swaying with the baby in her arms.

"Too late, Carm, we're fucking done now." Nat teased, "good job someone is pulling their weight around here. And giving my arms a break."

"He's asleep, where'd you want him?"

"You've got the magic touch." Nat took him carefully and transferred him to the car seat. Carmy squatted down for a closer look,

"I missed out."

"Shoulda been here in time," Nat warned, "I've got a night shift going if you're -"

"No. No thanks sis, I don't get enough sleep as it is."

"Makes two of us."

"Makes three of us." Syd laughed. Carmy kissed Mikey's forehead and stood to pull his sister into a hug while Syd knelt down to tuck the blanket around Mikey and brush a finger over his milk drunk cheeks.

"I'll let you know when's good?" Nat confirmed to Syd with a hug before letting Carmy lift the heavy car seat and take it out to her car. "Bye Uncle Bear, bye Auntie Syd!" She singsongs. By the time Carmy has returned, Syd is making sure the paperwork is filed correctly and clearing the table they've used.

"Coffee? Probably too cold now."

"Unlikely, no such thing." He takes the mug and finishes most of it in one go making her grimace.

"That's gross."

"You ate doughnut off the floor." He counters, she has no argument. "You and Nat planning something?"

"Just Thanksgiving and Christmas."

"We need a menu."

"We do. I have some potential dishes down but I gotta link them with the theme or some shit." He raises an eyebrow, "Nat's idea. I'm not naming dishes after reindeer or any bullshit like that."

"Got it. Wanna work on it Monday?"

"You got time?"

"Always." This time, Syd looked incredulous. "I mean it." She nodded slowly,

"Heard, Chef."

"What'd you make for them this week?" He asked, holding out his hands for the paperwork folder. Syd froze, "C’mon Syd, you think I don't know you've been batch cooking for Nat and Pete for months?" She breaks into a smile,

"Just easy stuff, chilli, casserole."

"Let me know when you're makin' more and I'll do some as well."

"Oh, I got it under control. You're busy with… like, Claire and this place. I only have this place so…" She trailed off with a limp shrug.

"Well, you don't have to do it either -" He tried to interject.

"Nat's been good to me. She's the only other voice of sanity around here." At that, Carmy feigned a look of hurt which made Syd snort with laughter. "Do not - do not - try and claim otherwise!"

"And here I thought we were partners."

"We are. Which is why I can't complain to you about you." She grinned and Carmy returned it with ease. Over a year of working together, 4 months since The Bear had opened, and she'd finally gotten to a point where she only felt awkward approximately 60% of the time, which was a solid win. With time, communication between them had significantly improved. The only downsides currently were his time management when it came to Claire and the raging crush Sydney had developed on Carmy over the course of the last year. The crush was the main/only reason her awkwardness level remained so high.

"You can, y'know. I want to know if there's something I need to do better. I told you, you gotta let me know if I'm fucking up." She caught her lower lip in her teeth. He was doing that thing again, standing frustratingly close and looking at her with those ocean eyes.

"You need to stop being late. That's the second time Nat and I have had to go through the books alone, and there's stuff in there that you're closer to than us. I'm the shit, Carm, but I can't read your mind. No matter how hard I try." She jokes. He nods sincerely.

"Heard. I'll do better, I promise." He paused, "when'd you start holding the baby anyway?"

"Literally the first time I didn't have you and Richie watching me like a hawk." She laughed, "If you'd been around, you'd know that I am his number one Auntie."

"That so?"

"I get all the smiles, all the giggles. Me and baby Mikey are like that -" she holds up her crossed fingers, "you can't compete with a love like ours." She teases.

"Nat likes you better too, s'ok maybe the Fak's will take me in. Or T."

"Dude, T would mother the shit outta you!" She exclaimed.

"Already does. You two gonna be OK tomorrow?"

"So you and Richie can play fucking hooky? Yeah, yeah, I remembered. We all good."

"Sure?"

"Yes, Chef."

"Syd?"

"Carm, babe, Tina and I will be fine. We have everyone else here, I got Nat on front of house, we're gonna smash it." He was about to call her out on calling him babe, but they'd finished clearing up just as everyone else started arriving for dinner service and chaos soon descended. The rest of the day passed without incident. The following morning, Syd and Tina had the crew prepping for a busy lunch service while Richie and Carmy flitted in and out of the kitchen, filling up the car for their catering event. Syd took her break outside while they finished off,

"I'm gonna get some smokes." Richie called out, already halfway down the alley. Carmy moved towards Syd,

"If you ask one more time if I'm sure, I'm gonna give you a black eye." She warned. He held his hands up,

"Just checking in."

"You've already done that. We'll be fine."

"I'll keep my phone on. You need anything, you'll call?"

"What're you gonna do from across town?"

"Yo, cousin!" Richie shouted from the sidewalk, "bring the car down."

"Call me."

"Just fucking go, we're good." She hopped down from the pallets with the intention of pushing him as he continued to hesitate.

"Carmen!" Richie bellowed again, turning to talk to Natalie who'd just arrived out front.

"Festive menus Monday?" He asked,

"Yes, Chef. Go!" He nodded once, took half a step closer and kissed her gently on the lips before turning and running to the car. He was pulling out onto the street before she'd had time to register the kiss at all.

Two miles down the road, Carmy stopped at a red light and his brain reactivated.

"Holy fucking shit." He muttered, staring straight ahead.

"What'dya forget?" Richie asked, looking up from his phone. Carmy thought fast,

"Uhh napkins." Richie tsked,

"I picked em up you fucking dipshit." He laughed, shoving Carmy's shoulder. "Good job one of us knows what the fuck is goin on cuz. You gotta stop thinkin bout Clairebear all the time, man." Carmy barked a short laugh,

"Yeah, Claire." He agreed, still thinking about Syd's easy smile and soft lips.

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whispersxwhimpers · 2 months

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Mommy, what are some of your sfw interests? ☺️ (music, movies, shows, games, etc)

Music: I have a wide variety of favorite artists, so I'm just gonna list my top 25 on my spotify from the last 6 months 😂💕 Lucy Dacus, Phoebe Bridgers, Julien Baker, Boygenius, Megan The Stallion, Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, Lauren Sanderson, The Pretty Reckless, Renee Rapp, Doja Cat, PVRIS, Labrinth, OTEP, Tyler The Creator, AshNikko, Kendrick Lamar, BONES UK, Kent Osborne, Lana Del Rey, $uicideboy$, Hozier, CORPSE, Harry Styles, & SZA

Movies: Howls Moving Castle, Kikis Delivery Service, Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, Corpse Bride, Coraline, Nightmare Before Christmas, Pokemon Movies, Lilo & Stitch movies, Lion King Movies, Harry Potter Movies, Batman Movies, Marvel Movies (my top 3 favorite MCU characters are Wanda/Scarlet Witch, Spiderman, and Deadpool), Suicide Squad Movies, Birds of Prey, The Scream Movies, Terrifier Movies, The Conjuring Movies, The Insidious Movies, Mean Girls (2004 & 2024), Fried Green Tomatoes, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Illusionist, and 50 First Dates

Shows: Euphoria, Haunting of Bly Manor, Stranger Things, You, Game Of Thrones, House of Dragon, Shameless, Wentworth, Bob's Burgers, Futurama, American Dad, Family Guy, The Simpsons, Avatar The Last Airbender, Adventure Time, Fiona & Cake, Batman The Animated Series, Powerpuff Girls (the classic one), Pokemon (Gen 1-4), and the original Teen Titans on CN. I also love anime! My favorites are Naruto, Demon Slayer, Death Note, and Inuyasha

Games: Naruto Games (Ultimate Ninja Storm series is my favorite), Pokemon Games (Gen 1-4, Pokemon Snap, and Pokemon Stadium are my favorites), Mario Games (Mario Kart & Mario Party are my favorites), Sonic Games (Sonic Adventure 2, Sonic Heroes, and Sonic Battle for GBA are my favorites), Kirby Games (Kirby Nightmare in Dream Land is my favorite), Super Smash Bros (Melee is my favorite), Kingdom Hearts (2 is my favorite), Life Is Strange (Before The Storm & 1 are my favorites), Tekken (3, 4, 7, & Tekken Tag are my favorites), Dead Island, Fortnite, Apex Legends, Minecraft, Sims (My Sims for DS & Sims 2 are my favorites) Jackbox Games, and Monster Prom/Camp. I also enjoy playing Cards Against Humanity, Blackjack/21, Uno, Mancala, and many board games!

If you'd like to know other interests and more, feel free to send me asks or message me! 🥰

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fang-and-feather · 10 months

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Sweet Meetings

Ikemen Vampire - Vlad x Reader, Coffee Shop/Flower Shop AU, pre-relationship

Prompt(s): strawberries

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You had just gotten some fresh strawberries when Vlad came to visit. You weren't expecting his reaction to it, or your reaction to him.

Thanks @violettduchess and @aquagirl1978 for hosting this

Also written for Year of the OTP July, prompt: coffee shop au, from @yearoftheotpevent

I thought I wouldn't be able to finish this one this month... Like most of my other AUs this is just a small scene of what I might make into a bigger fic later...

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You hummed happily as you cooked. It was a fine summer morning, the kind that easily put you in a good mood. Besides, you had been having the happiest mornings since you got this new job.

The bell at the front door rang, and you smiled to yourself. The shop was still closed and your coworker had a late shift, so it could only be the owner of the flower shop across the street.

Not long after you started working, you had brought some flowers from him to decorate the shop. His bouquets were so wonderful that you started visiting him every morning.

At some point, without reason or warning, you had switched to him delivering the flowers directly to your shop instead.

“I’m in the kitchen.” You informed.

You were busy putting the final touches on the cake you were baking, and he didn’t come to see you either. Footsteps could be heard moving from side to side in front of the shop, occasionally accompanied by the sound of someone searching through the cabinets. You didn’t worry, though. By now, you recognized the footsteps of anyone who frequented the shop.

You chose to look, though, and as you opened the door, Vlad was standing on the other side.

“Having a busy morning?” He smiled, and you stepped back to let him in. “It seems like every time I see you, you are hard at work. So I already set up the flowers. Hope you don’t mind.��

“Like you’re one to talk. Since you started making the deliveries, I can aways count on seeing you at the same time, and your shop is aways so busy afterward.”

“Flowers always make people so happy. I especially lie how you smile when I stop by.”

Vlad smiled at you. He had this friendly smile, with a mystical air. A smile that had lured you from the first moment you laid eyes on him. A smile that tempted you to unravel all the secrets behind.

But Vlad was so ethereal, so fleeting, like he wasn’t even human. Like he wasn’t even real.

Even if he wasn’t, you would want more time into that dream. More time with him. So, at each of those encounters, you tried to buy more time, to delay the inevitable parting.

At first he slipped right through your attempts to grasp just a little more of his attention, but, as time went by, he lingered more and you felt like you were growing closer. It still seemed like he would disappear if you fully reached out, though.

“Are you going to stay for a drink again? A friend brought some fresh strawberries this morning, so I was putting the finishing touches on some mini cakes.” Although you were hoping he’d say yes, you weren’t expecting the way his eyes lit up, like a child on Christmas morning. You chuckled and picked a strawberry from the basket behind you, coating it into the cream you had made for the cakes, and held it to him. “I tried a new cream recipe, too. Want to try it?”

You froze when he ate the strawberry right out of your fingers, lips brushing your skin.

“Sorry.” He said, when he noticed your reaction. His smile was the same as ever, though. He neither looked like he was sorry, nor like he’d done it on purpose. Then why was your heart beating so hard over an honest mistake? “It was delicious, though. I always love to try your cooking. Would you join me, though?”

“Sure. Take a seat while I make the drinks.”

Good thing you could dismiss him for a moment. It was difficult to recompose yourself with him right there. At least you would have time to calm down before facing him again.

He had invited you so smoothly and you were already in a fluster that you had hastily agreed. But, except for you preparing and serving the food, it sounded like you being invited on a date.

“Don’t read too much into it.” You whispered to yourself, trying to ground your overexcited brain. “Friends eat together all the time.”

Your brain still insisted that, even if this wasn’t a date, you had just found a way to his heart. But since when did you want that? You had never considered your interest in him in such a way. When had Vlad become more that the friendly neighbour shop owner to you?

Your time together would be short. There was little time left before you had to finally open the shop. But they would be some long minutes if you had to endure your new fixation. You only hoped that, next time you met, you had already sorted your feelings.

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#summer days sultry nights ccc #YOTP 2023 #ikemen vampire #ikevamp vlad #coffeeshop au #flowershop au #ikevamp #fanfiction #ikevamp fanfic

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"Holiday And Cake Merriment" Bernard the elf x elf! Reader

(A/N: @nibbles-bailey148 Requested a Bernard and a sick reader. I leaned more to the fluff. I've never written for Bernard this early in the year. The last Bernard insert reader was the earliest one I've done.

Warnings: None. Fluff?

Word Count: ... I'm on my phone.)

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Finally. Merriment was in full swing. December was every elf's favorite month. Everyday lead to Christmas with joyous anticipation. Not a day went by without building toys. All for the magic, Christmas spirit, and the believers of that magic.

Music vibrated through the air of the stable. Cheers mingled with various dances lead by vintage shoes as another successful delivery of gifts was complete.

Celebrations would go on for a while before elves headed home or skipped to the Toy Workshop in a rush of excitement. Every year almost delightfully the same or better.

Yours was neither. At least not until Bernard was forced to walk you home.

"There is such a thing as too much of a good thing. You know that?"

You gave him the side-eye.

Bernard raised his hands in defense.

Leaning back into the couch, you groaned. Oh, so pitifully. A small hint of tired dramatics.

"I'm partied out." You murmured.

Bernard adjusted your blanket and sat down beside you without disturbing you too much.

"Merry Christmas, my party elf." He pecked his lips to your cheek.

"Party elf?"

"Would you rather: cake devouring elf?"

"No." You wrapped your arms around your stomach and leaned into Bernard's warmth. "No more cake. Please."

The logs in the fireplace popped and crackled. A cozy Christmas morning. Still early. Extremely early.

"Do you want any more hot chocolate?" He asked quietly.

"No thank you. And.... I think I'll just fall asleep here. I'm too comfortable."

Bernard kissed the top of your head as you nuzzled his sweater. "Just this once."

"Again."

He pulled you closer.

"Merry Christmas, Bernard."

"Merry Christmas."

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me-myself-and-my-fos · 4 months

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The Day We Met

Pairing: Bernard x Nic Blake

A/N: Just pretend I posted this on New Year’s Eve like I had planned and it didn’t take me two weeks to finish this cause I’m a coward

Warning: brief mention of pregnancy; tooth rotting fluff

Nic could count on one hand how many times in a year were considered their ‘busiest’ time of the year. New Year’s happened to be one of them, and she had the (mis)fortune of being a manager this year during New Year’s Eve. She thought it would be no different from the chaos of Valentine’s Day or Easter or even Christmas, but no.

The door to the bakery opened suddenly, bell jingling as a tall, lanky college student in an apron and puffy jacket stepped outside. His arms had three boxes of various cookies, cupcakes, and other pastries in them as he walked toward the van they used for deliveries. Following him, Nic scowled at the back of his head. Her own arms were filled with large boxes of cupcakes and a cake.

“One job, Larry. I asked you to do one job, and that was to load the van thirty minutes ago!” She was overwhelmed and stressed and at her wits end with how packed the bakery was, as well as the orders they had to complete before it closed for the day. This was the last thing she needed. “Deliveries start in five minutes, how are we going to get all of these–”

A yelp escaped her as her world became horizontal, the patch of ice she hadn’t noticed being her downfall. Still, her grip on the boxes in her arms remained as she waited for the hard embrace of the sidewalk to hit her back. But it was an embrace that never came, and she opened the eyes she didn’t realize had squeezed shut in anticipation for her fall. Instead she found herself staring at the snowfall above, and a face came into view, eclipsing the gray sky.

“Are you alright?” Bernard asked, helping her stand upright. As she found her footing, Nic gave a shy smile to the handsome stranger.

“I’m fine,” she breathed out, slowly pulling away from his hold and over to the van. “Thank you for saving me.” She opened the boxes of orders, sighing in relief that by some miracle they managed to stay intact. She moved to face him, and Bernard quickly slipped his hands into his pockets. “I owe you one,” she told him before looking over at Larry. “Finish loading the van? I’ll be inside.”

As she carefully walked back to the front door of the bakery, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and was unsure what the redness on her cheeks was from: the cold, the embarrassment, or the cute guy who caught her. She tried to not let the blush work its way to her ears as she stepped inside to the warm, sweet smelling bakery and tossed her coat into the cupboard beneath the coffee station. Nic took her spot behind the pastry display to help the two employees that were taking orders and filling them. The bakery was packed, so much so that Larry had a difficult time squeezing back in to grab more deliveries, and Bernard nearly couldn’t find an empty space to get inside. Nic hadn’t even noticed her savior was in the long, jumbled line to the cash register until she stood from where she had been crouching behind the pastries, filling a paper bag with sugar cookies and macadamia nut cookies.

She was face to face with him, surprised and handed the bag of cookies to her co-worker who handed them to the customer with a handful of napkins. “Oh hey, it’s you.”

“I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Bernard said.

“I’m fine, honest,” she told him light-heartedly. “It’s an occupational hazard. But let me get you something as a thank you.” Nic reached into her pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. She handed it to the cashier. “Ring it up for a dozen sugar cookies and a small hot drink.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Bernard began, but was quickly cut off by Nic.

“This is my way of thanking you. So hot cocoa?” She asked, stepping over to the coffee pot that they had used to make hot cocoa instead. She poured a cup and took the whipped cream from the mini fridge underneath the counter, putting a healthy amount then closing the lid. She handed him the cup, their fingers brushing causing her to fight back a shiver. Pulling her hand away, her co-worker passed the bag of cookies to Bernard.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Thank you,” Nic tried not to giggle as they smiled at each other. There was a quiet pause as they did, the cashier continuing to take the next customer. But Nic was infatuated. “Has anyone ever told you that your eyes sparkle when you smile?”

Bernard felt his face grow warm. “No, no one ever has.”

“Well they should, cause it’s true.”

“Nic, we need some help back here!” Called one of the employees from the kitchen. “Truck just came in and we need another set of hands!”

“I should really get back to work…” she mumbled, gesturing to the kitchen.

“Yeah, you probably should…” Bernard nodded.

“Thank you again for saving me.”

“You’re welcome.” She gave him a small nod and headed to the back through the kitchen.

New Year's Day was hell. Not because most of the staff came in with hangovers, but because most of the customers came in with hangovers. Nic dreaded flipping the sign to say open, but she had to. Contractually, she was obligated.

The bell rang as the door opened, and Nic rolled her eyes as her back faced the door. She was still putting coffee grounds into the coffee maker’s filter. The bakery opened less than a minute ago according to her watch, and someone already came in. Taking a breath, she put on her best smile and in the fakest happy voice she could muster at 7am, faced the counter.

“Happy New Year and welcome to Cake and Bake–”

She paused when she saw Bernard standing in front of the door, shaking the snow off his hat. He looked up and noticed her staring.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She adjusted her apron and stepped over to the cash register as he approached. “What can I get you?”

“Do you have any job applications?”

Nic was caught off guard by that, but she nodded. “Yeah, let me get you one.” She hurried into the back where the owner’s office was. As she disappeared into the kitchen, she fiddled with the keys in her pocket to unlock the office.

“Is that—” The head baker on shift, Jade, began to say, but Nic caught her off.

“Yes.”

Jade raised a brow. “Is he here to see you?”

The office door was unlocked and light illuminated the room. Nic opened one of the filing cabinets that she knew held the applications. She stepped out and held it up. “He wants one of these.”

“So he isn’t here to talk to you?” Jade asked, dividing the dough for the croissants.

“I don’t know!” Nic exclaimed quietly, throwing her hands up as she stalked across the kitchen.

“He’s cute though!” Jade told her before Nic pushed through the doors into the front of the bakery.

Bernard stood there waiting when she came out, and she held the application out to him. He took it from her, nervously looking down at the piece of paper.

“You can take it home and bring it back up when you’re done, or you can fill it out here.”

“Thanks.” He nodded and was about to walk over to the tiny table in the far corner of the bakery before he looked back at her. “Can I borrow a pen?”

Nic took the pen from behind her ear and handed it to him. Before he could take it, she pulled back. “I want this back before you leave. If I don’t get it back I’ll hunt you down.” He laughed nervously as she held it back out to him and he took it from her. “I’m entirely serious.”

“I promise I’ll give it back,” he told her then walked over to the table.

Nic watched him sit down and start to work on the application, but her attention was cut short by the door opening and the bell ringing. Taking a breath, she smiled and started working for the day.

An hour later when more employees had arrived and Nic was manning the cash register, she looked over to see him still working on the application. She walked over to the coffee pot filled with cocoa and filled a medium cup, topping it off with some whipped cream and chocolate syrup. She pulled a crumpled five dollar bill from her pocket and handed it to the cashier between customers.

“For the cocoa,” Nic said. It was a slower morning than she expected, but she figured it had to do with most people being hungover from the night before. She walked over to the table where Bernard sat and set the cocoa down next to him.

He looked at the drink and then to her. “Oh, you didn’t have to.”

“It gets cold by the window,” she told him, trying to explain away her actions. She left before the blush could consume her face, not noticing the same was happening to him.

It was another half hour before he approached the counter. The breakfast rush was slowing down finally and Nic had a moment to breathe. When Bernard came to the counter, she immediately gave him her full attention. He handed her the application and her pen.

“I’ll make sure my boss gets this,” she said gesturing with the application as she tucked the pen behind her ear. “Do you need anything else?”

“No,” he shook his head, though not ready to leave just yet.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you then?” Nic smiled at him, hoping he’d understand the invitation she was extending to him.

“I’ll definitely be by again soon,” he assured her.

Another customer approached the counter, and Nic moved out of the way for her co-worker to serve them. She waved goodbye to Bernard before rushing into the back. Jade watched as Nic entered the office and wrote something down on a sticky note before playing it on the application.

“What are you doing?” Jade asked.

“Just telling the owner I strongly recommend he consider this applicant,” Nic replied nonchalantly.

“You never do that!”

“Yeah, well, I have a feeling about this one…”

20 Years Later

Nic let out a groan as she sat up in bed, the clock on her bedside table showing it was a quarter to six in the morning. She rubbed her face tiredly, feeling the sleep fog lingering as she yawned. The light on her husband’s bedside was on, giving the room a soft glow. As she put on her glasses, the bedroom opened and Bernard entered the room with a tray of breakfast in his hands. Nic smiled tiredly at him, leaning against the pillows as he walked over to her side of the bed.

“What’s this about?” She asked, looking at the tray that he set in her lap.

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed. For our anniversary,” he told her softly, leaning down to kiss her temple.

She hummed softly, smiling at the peanut butter and grape jelly on a cinnamon raisin bagel. She mentioned it to him the night prior— it was her first craving of the pregnancy. “Our anniversary was in September,” Nic reminded him.

“I’m not talking about our wedding anniversary.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s the anniversary of the day we met. It was today, twenty years ago.”

Her eyes widened, pausing as she lifted half of the bagel up to her mouth. “No, it’s today? Already?”

Bernard nodded, smiling at her fondly. “It snuck up on us, I know. The last two months have been a busy time for us.”

“But twenty years? Where’s the time gone?” She asked in astonishment.

He reached up to tuck a strand of her messy bedhead behind her ear. “I don’t know. But you’re still as beautiful as you were twenty years ago.”

Leaning into his touch, she spoke. “And your eyes still sparkle when you smile.”

“I’ll let you eat and get ready for work. New Year’s Eve orders, they’re always the hardest to get through.”

“I will see you there, though.” She leaned forward and pecked his lips. “Once the girls are in bed tonight, we’ll spend New Year’s together.”

“I look forward to it.”

#reblogs are appreciated and encouraged #mywriting #otp: frosted cookies #grumpy elf 🎄

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