#So if a mistletoe appeared under them then the two would be >:( but also flustered-

[wayfinderships]

Number 3 or 8 for the kissing meme with Sanji and Panchi? :D -@gideongrovel

@gideongrovel Hello Hello Gideon! Hope you're doing well!! :D I decided to go with Number 8 for this one! The Stubborn Idiots of all time <3

#pan doodles #f/o: 🍳 #s/i: One Piece #Honestly I couldn't decide which stage of their relationship to draw bc either way it would've been amusing- #I ultimately decided to draw that awkward stage Post-timeskip/Pre-relationship where they both have feelings #but neither of them want to admit it so they're just pinning and in denial- #So if a mistletoe appeared under them then the two would be >:( but also flustered- #Wonder who could've put the mistletoe there...Oh well! #Thank you for the Ask! :D It's been a while since I drew these two so it was fun!

[koolades-world]

Christmas in the Devildom

Christmas wasn’t something the Devildom celebrated before your arrival. It felt inherently wrong, and to the brothers, strange to celebrate the birth of what could only be considered an estranged brother to them. Jesus always was the favorite anyways, considering he got a whole holiday. But once you arrived, and they saw how important things like this were to you, they began to grow accustomed more human traditions.

Diavolo wholeheartedly threw himself, and his kingdom, into the festivities. If there wasn’t already snow, he arranged for magical fake snow. Christmas tree tents and Christmas shops appeared everywhere. He even went as far as to dress up as Santa on a few occasions. The Little D’s were made into elves which Dia thought was hilarious.

Lucifer needed to stop Mammon from stealing gifts, both his and others, and Asmo from peaking, so he went as far as curse the gifts. Anyone who’s touched them and taken them further than the tree had the word “naughty” written across their forehead. Diavolo thought this was very festive and funny, so he took a present on purpose so he could have it too. Lucifer was not amused. Satan tried and failed to trick Lucifer into getting it written on his forehead too. He ended up with on his own forehead and had to cover it with a Santa hat he deemed ugly.

After learning Christmas wasn’t really a thing in the Devildom, you took the place by storm and showed them all your favorite traditions. Christmas baking, gingerbread houses, white elephant, tree and house decorating, and so much more. You couldn’t believe on how much they were missing out on. You recruited the Purgatory Hall residents for help, but Solomon was “promoted” to supervisor when it came to anything cooking or baking. Both Luke and Simeon were already acquainted with the idea of Christmas and were more than happy to help. According to Solomon, it has been at least 100 years since he last celebrates Christmas, so he was rusty but willing to learn again.

You, Simeon, Luke, and Barbatos had a gingerbread house building competition. To be honest, all you had going for you was your Christmas spirit, but at least the others offered to make it a 2v2. Barbatos offered to be on your team and together you made a replica of the Demon Lord's Castle. Despite being there and actively helping for the full creation, you still don't know how it happened. Luke and Simeon ended up making a replica of Purgatory Hall. The judges (Diavolo, Lucifer, and Solomon) could not come to a consensus and it ended in a draw. The brothers, minus Lucifer, attempted and failed to make a replica of the House of Lamentation. It's safe to say they would not have won.

The brothers and a few other demons became enamored with the ideas of mistletoe and they all tried to catch you under it on many occasions. You made sure to distribute the kisses evenly to make sure one wasn’t getting more than they were owed and you yourself went out after those who you thought weren’t being proactive. Surprisingly, Belphie got in the most. You stopped counting after Christmas Day but he kept on using the mistletoe until New Years. You originally thought he carried it in his pockets with him, but you checked yourself while he was asleep and found nothing. Honorable mentions went to Levi, who tried his hardest but only actually got about two kisses in since he kept backing out.

You also made sure Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were special, with help of course. Beel and Lucifer were perfect for setting up the tree and other decorations that needed to be up high. Mammon was great help on Christmas morning since he tended to follow you around like a lost puppy, and Asmo was very helpful for Christmas dinner. Levi helped you cover all your bases with presents since he was surprisingly good at wrapping ang selecting gifts to give. In conjunction with Barbatos, they coordinated the secret Santa. Everyone was happy with their presents!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!! Dealing with slight writers block right now so apologies for the lack of content but please enjoy what I do manage to put out <3

#obey me #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[rotten1angel]

⛸️ silver soul — select a winter date from this list & a character and i’ll write a lil blurb or imagine Could I ask for a little something with 💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe and Sirius Black? I think it could be so cute💕 Take all the time you need! Love the winter celly btw💜

short and sweet / s. black

sirius black x shy!fem!reader

0.6k words

summary — christmas eve in the gryffindor common room

authors note & warnings — ummm my family opens presents on christmas eve so i included that, no warnings i don’t think but lmk!

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the marauders, as well as lily, marlene, and dorcas, had decided they would stay at hogwarts for winter break. and sirius, your loving, dog of a boyfriend, had convinced you to stay as well, you bunked in with the girls over the break, and gryffindor tower was empty besides the eight of you.

tonight was christmas eve, and all of you had crowded around the unnecessarily large christmas tree that had appeared a week before. marlene and dorcas were squished onto a large cushioned chair, lily curled up at the west end of the long couch in front of the fire, james spread out next to her. remus and peter had taken up the east side of the couch, and sirius had you on his lap in the chair mirroring marlene and dorcas’s. the eight of you were exchanging your gifts to each other, as well as james’s mother’s gifts for the boys.

remus had a mountain of chocolate next to him on the side table, eagerly munching away at a bar james had gotten him from honeydukes. sirius had tried to steal a roll of caramel chocolates from his stash, earning a slap from remus’s scarred hand and a stern look from you.

“get your own, these are my christmas presents.” the shaggy haired boy grumbled as sirius tosses his hands up in defense.

“you got enough sugar sitting on your lap, pads.” james comments, making marlene laugh as your cheeks flush slightly.

“ah, how could i forget,” sirius muses as he moves to kiss your cheek, you allowing him to, and not exactly being able to stop him anyway.

“aye, get a room!” marlene scolds, a laugh spilling out of her mouth as she throws a decorative pillow at the two of you.

sirius deflects it onto the ground as the group laughs, a merry air in the warm common room.

dorcas yawns, lily following her action.

“have we passed out all the presents?” lily asks, itching to get into her warm bed. remus gets up to check under the tree for anything hidden.

“‘believe so,” he states as he straightens out again, stretching his back in the process.

“then im headed to bed, you guys are exhausting,” she says as she untucks her legs from under her, stretching them out as she gets up.

“i will also be taking my leave,” dorcas states, getting up from where she was entangled with marlene on the large chair.

“whaat, you guys are so lame.” marlene says as she spreads out on the now spacious chair.

“yeah yeah, scold me in the morning.” dorcas replies, another yawn escaping her mouth as she follows lily’s lead to the stairs to the girls’ dorms.

“see you all in the morning,” lily says, earning multiple ‘night’s and ‘sleep well’s from the group.

you yawn in sirius’s lap, catching his notice. “sleepy, love?”

“no, ‘m fine..” you say, drowsiness in your soft voice.

“c’mon lovely,” he ushers as he helps you out of his lap, getting up after you. you lean into his warm body when he stands again. “time to get my lady into bed, fellas, and marlene.”

she throws a glance in his direction as he steers you toward the stairs as well. when you both stop at the base, a mistletoe grows from the high ceiling, catching james and marlene’s attention.

you look up at it before looking at sirius, and your warm cheeks flush again.

“c’mon lovebirds, give us a little show!” marlene calls as sirius grins.

you stand on the first step, now standing slightly taller than him and he looks up at you and in a soft voice murmurs, “can i?”

you nod and his hands move to hold yours as he presses a chaste kiss to your pillowy lips. it’s short but sweet and when he pulls away you're all shy and he just grins at you before kissing the bridge of your nose. “g’night sweetheart,”

you murmur a goodnight before heading up to the girls common room, hearing james and marlene’s teasing of sirius as you go.

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#sirius black x female reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x reader fluff #sirius black x reader #sirius black

[questionableratatouille00]

𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖 𝙇𝙤𝙩 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Whilst trying to play matchmaker between your best friend and your other best friend’s sister, you find that maybe you won’t be alone on Christmas.

Warnings: alcohol, Christmas, mention of fire, mistletoe. Let me know if there’s anything else!

"Okay, the boys have gotta be asleep by now." Sam said from the recliner.

“Alright. Buck, can you and Y/n make sure there’s room under the tree?" Bucky, your best friend, nodded beside you. Sam and Sarah both stood, walking off to grab the presents that were 'from Santa'.

You stood, walking to the Christmas tree and rearranging the presents already under it. With Bucky helping, it took less than a minute.

“You should ask her out.” You mumbled to him.

“Shut up.” He hissed back, his cheeks turning a faint pink.

“Are you seriously blushing?”

“It’s just cold.” He huffed.

“Right. It’s cold, in a living room of a house, with a fireplace in it that’s currently lit, and you’re also bundled up in a sweater, and it’s so cold your cheeks are pink. Riiight.”

“Hush! Sam would kill me.” He muttered.

“Nah. He’s mostly joking. He just wants her to be happy, I can tell.”

Bucky said nothing at that.

Sarah came in with her arms full of Christmas presents, and you and Bucky helped her arrange them under the tree. Sam came in with his own haul, and you helped arrange those too.

Bucky nudged your shoulder, giving you a small smirk. With his eyes, he silently mocked you. Look at those strong arms.

“Anybody want a glass of wine?” Sarah asked once you finished.

"I'll have one," Sam said, messing with a section of the tree.

"Don't mess with that, you'll topple the whole damn thing over. Again." Sarah sighed.

“Again?” Bucky looked to Sam.

“I was seven.” Sam rolls his eyes, huffing.

Bucky stands, mumbling something to himself about helping with the glasses or whatever. He stands, walking past your totally obvious crush.

Sarah stops in the doorway, spinning around to seemingly ask the group something, but she ends up with her forehead slammed into Bucky’s chest.

“Fuck—sorry.” He apologizes, stabling her with his arms on her biceps.

“S’okay.” She stared up into his eyes, and you giggled at the literal blush that appeared on his cheeks.

“Steve’s was worse.” Sam muttered into your ear.

You snickered, staring above their heads. There, hung from the doorframe, was a string of mistletoe.

Sam’s face was annoyed, but you could tell that deep down he just wanted to see his sister happy. Even if that meant happy with his annoying new best pal.

“That’s—you don’t have to—it’s a stupid tradition, really—“ Bucky sputtered out, but Sarah put her finger to his lips, smiling. She silently asked for permission, knowing Bucky’s boundaries and how much physical touch truly means to him.

He gave a slight nod, and they kissed quietly.

“Eeew.” Sam groaned, but you lightly smacked his arm.

You took a few steps backward, leaning against a doorframe as you looked around the room. Green garland with rainbow Christmas lights wrapped around the crown moulding of the living room. The Christmas tree had matching lights, decorated with ornaments of all shapes and sizes. Some handcrafted from popsicle sticks and paint, no doubt from a preschool project from one of the boys.

Other ornaments were circular and decorative. One of Sarah’s favorites—a favorite that was not made by one of her sons, she’d clarified—was a deep red, with two swirls of silver glitter wrapping around the sphere.

Sam took a few steps back with you, not wanting to stand alone in the middle of the room. The two of you giggled and snickered at the spectacle going on, before Sarah sent you both a sharp glare as Bucky turned his head to look away, embarrassed.

Look what you did, her eyes seemed to say.

Sam rolled his eyes, turning to walk through the door. He bumped right into you, and then, for several moments, you were chest-to-chest with the guy you’d been crushing on for months now.

You let out an awkward chuckle, looking everywhere but at him. A glimpse over his shoulder showed both Bucky and Sarah grinning evilly at the two of you, and you stared at them in confusion.

“What…” Your eyes drifted upward, to spot what they had been laughing at. “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.”

“What?” Sam’s eyes followed your gaze, and he saw it too. You glanced back down to Sarah and Bucky, but they were nowhere to be found.

“We don’t have to—“ You began to assure him, but he lightly took your chin in his hand, pressing his lips to yours.

He pulled away after a second, smiling softly. “Can’t break the tradition.”

You blinked up at him.

“I’ve..wanted to do that for a while. If I’ve made you uncomfortable—“

“Kiss me.” You whispered.

“What?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, craning your neck to press your lips to his once again. He held his large hands on your waist, before wrapping his whole arms around you, pulling you as close as he possibly could.

“I like you. A lot. If..if it wasn’t clear.” You whispered against his lips.

“Yeah, I think I noticed.” He chuckled, before kissing you.

You glanced at his watch. “Merry Christmas, Sam.”

He kissed you again in response.

Merry Christmas indeed.

A/n: howdy howdy happy holidays! i love writing for sam lmao, he’s such a cool character and though there’s not a whole lot to this little one shot, I’d love to write more for him!

dividers by @saradika-graphics

tomorrows hint:

But then (But then), one day (One day) Everything changed You're all I need

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson fluff #christmas #holiday fanfic #holiday

[kristinamae093]

Blame It On The Mistletoe

Everything else can be found here.

Book/Universe - TRR

Pairing - Liam x F!OC (Kyla)

Summary - A festive rewrite of Liam and Kyla's meeting/HCTS P1 (HCTS AU - AU)

Word Count - 2500

Warnings - language, mature themes, NSFW - 18+ ONLY 🍋

A/N 1 - I am using the following holiday prompts-

12, 31, 48, from @choicesflashfics, which will appear in either red or green

Strangers in a bar from @choicesficwriterscreations

Also submitting this to @choicesholidays because well... Christmas.

A/N 2 - This is happening because I was trying to get @ao719 to write some holiday spice (it's not too late for that, either 😉). But she suggested that this prompt would be perfect for a little holiday rewrite for the first chapter of HCTS, so here we are... PLEASE NOTE - This does not contribute to their story and does not change anything. Consider this an AU of an AU with very little purpose, lol. Also, this is only my second (public) attempt at smut, so... just keep that in mind 😬.

Song Inspiration - Blame It On The Mistletoe - Ella Henderson x AJ Mitchell (Thank you for that @ao719!)

Please excuse any errors, and thank you in advance for reading and sharing!

Most characters belong to Pixelberry.

Liam walked through the crowded club with his head dejectedly hung. Life wasn’t going at all how he foresaw this time two years ago; he expected to be happily married and thriving but instead, he was alone on Christmas Eve, wallowing in his self-pity. To make matters worse, his father’s recent remission only added to the plethora of emotions Liam was fighting to keep under control. He felt defeated, angry, hopeless, but most frequently lonely.

He hadn’t looked twice at a woman since Riley, yet here he was — out in disguise seeking any kind of companionship. He longed to check out from his grim reality, even if only for a moment. 

He glanced at the dancefloor and all he could focus on was the couples. They didn't have a care in the world, as they held each other close. Envy filled his veins, but it faded as he spotted the only lone woman in a sea of pairs. She wore a sheer black dress that fit her curvaceous figure immaculately, combined with a festive elf hat. Her smile was radiant, reflecting off the lights and nearly blinding him, even from afar. She danced as if nobody was around, and didn’t seem bothered to be the only person without a partner. He grinned for a split second, admiring how she could let loose so easily. 

With a heavy sigh, he went to the bar, plopped down, and ordered a scotch on the rocks. The noisy commotion continued, but everything faded as Liam’s thoughts wandered back to the dark place he’d been trying to escape from; leaving the palace did nothing to halt the spiral. Just when he was about to call this mission a failure and head back to self-isolation, a soft voice spoke beside him. 

“Excuse me?” She politely attempted to get the bartender’s attention. After a moment of being ignored, she tried again. “Sir?”

Liam realized this was the dancing woman; the hat was a dead giveaway. The bartender obviously heard her, as he threw her a side eye, so Liam figured he might as well lend a hand. “HEY!” When the bartender faced them, he calmly stated, “A lady is speaking to you.” 

The man huffed but approached and took her order. As he left, the woman addressed Liam. “Thank you for that — seems like he was avoiding me.” 

“No problem.” 

She extended her hand to him. “I’m Kyla — It’s nice to meet you.” 

As he stared at her outstretched palm, he realized this woman didn’t know who he was; the notion was exciting. “Liam,” He smiled, returning her gesture. He met her gaze and goosebumps erupted on his skin as he peered into the brightest diamond eyes he’d ever seen. 

“Well, Liam — how about I buy you a drink to repay you for getting his attention?” She giggled. “And if you stick around, I’ll let you get it for me next time, too.” 

Liam took in the glint of mischief in her eye, and his heart palpated. “I’ll stay, but it would be impolite of me not to buy you a drink — I am the gentleman here, after all.” 

Kyla grinned from ear to ear. “Then that means it’s time for shots!” 

Liam grimaced. “Perhaps a mixed drink would suffice–” 

Kyla playfully rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me that such a big, muscular man can’t handle his liquor.” 

Liam scoffed, but the color creeping up his neck gave him away. “I can — I just don’t normally consume spirits with such predominant—” 

“Woah,” Kyla held her hands up. “Who are you — freakin’ Shakespeare?” She laughed. 

Liam chuckled. “I apologize. I can get — unusually formal when I’m…” He trailed off with a heavy sigh. 

“Sad? Mad? Stressed?” 

“How about all the above?” Liam shook his head and glanced away. 

Regardless, Kyla still noticed his dejection. “Listen… I know I’m totally a stranger but… It’s Christmas and you’re clearly going through some shit, so… if you want to get it out I’ll listen to all of your problems — or — we could dance or something until you forget about it…” 

As Liam took in her vibrant demeanor, a yearning flourished in the pit of his stomach; he wanted — no, needed — to enjoy her company. However, he was hesitant. “Surely a beautiful woman like you isn’t here alone. Won’t your boyfriend be upset?” 

Kyla flushed at his compliment. “No — no boyfriend. I don’t have anyone, really…” A brief glint of sadness flickered behind her gaze, but it disappeared just as fast as he saw it. 

“Then it sounds like maybe we could help one another… Like you said, it is Christmas Eve, so perhaps we can keep each other company.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” Kyla giggled as a wide smile spread across her face. “Then we’re going to be needing those mistletoes!”  

Liam nearly choked on his saliva. “I’m sorry — we need — what?”

“Not literally,” Kyla howled with laughter. “It’s a yuletide shot — the kind that’ll make you holly and jolly.” 

“... Must we, though? I’m not entirely sure that I should partake—” 

“I bet those big, fancy words of yours only last two shots, tops…” she smugly replied. “Maybe three.” 

Liam’s brows lifted skyward. “Is that a challenge?” 

“What if it is?” 

Liam smirked. “You’re on — I hope you’re prepared to lose.” 

“Woo!” Kyla exclaimed with a fist bump. “The tree isn’t the only thing getting lit this year!” 

Liam chuckled and shook his head. A moment later, the server delivered their drinks and Kyla downed hers, Liam mindlessly doing the same. What was supposed to be one quickly turned into four until a content silence overcame them. 

Kyla stared at Liam, the silent question prominent in her patient gaze. He couldn’t place it, but there was something about this woman; almost as if an aura of comfort accompanied her presence, and Liam felt drawn to her in multiple manners. 

He smiled, gently grasped her hand, and led her to a secluded corner of the dance floor. Although he wore the disguise of sunglasses, he didn’t want to risk being spotted and swarmed. Bastien lingered somewhere, but regardless, the media circus that would create would be a nightmare. 

As the heavy bass rattled his bones, a sudden wave of nerves hit Liam; he’d never danced this way, and certainly not with a partner. He didn’t know what to do and unfortunately for him, four shots weren’t enough to make him throw away propriety. Kyla sensed his hesitation and gave his shoulders a firm shake, eliciting a loud rumble of laughter from Liam. He instantly relaxed and instead of overthinking what he was doing or his problems, he focused on Kyla and the beat of the music.  

The first few songs they kept their distance, but an invisible force pulled them together; by the third, Liam’s hands securely gripped Kyla’s hips with her back pressed against his chest. The way she moved, the softness of her skin, the fragrance of her hair; everything about her mesmerized Liam, and he didn’t dare look away. He mindlessly swayed along behind her, using all of his willpower to control the stiffening in his pants. Unfortunately for him, it was a losing battle; after being deprived of a woman’s attention for so long, his body reacted without consent. 

Liam flushed and suddenly stepped away, causing Kyla to spin around with worry prominent in her features. “What’s wrong?” She yelled over the music. 

"Nothing," Liam answered, as he tried to cover himself nonchalantly. 

Kyla noticed and heat instantly bloomed in her core; she bit her lip with a soft whimper that wasn’t heard over the loud bass. Liam saw her staring but Kyla slowly approached, holding his gaze with a smirk that intensified with every step closer. Liam stopped breathing as he followed her every move with rapt attention. She pressed her chest directly against his with her face tilted upward, and Liam’s hands fell to her lower back, almost out of muscle memory. Kyla took her time dragging out the anticipation but carefully inched closer until she finally made contact. 

When their lips connected, Liam swore fireworks exploded around them. Everything else faded away in an instant, as he let the electrical current transferring between their lips consume him. Kyla secured her arms around Liam’s shoulders, but as their urgency rose, her fingertips traveled downward, intently headed for the imprint bulging from Liam’s trousers. 

As she reached her quarry, Liam broke away with an elated gasp. He saw Kyla’s bright orbs darken at least two shades, making his cock pulse with every rapid course of blood flow. 

Kyla stared into his lustful eyes through her lashes, her chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. The moisture between her legs amplified and she clutched her knees together, seeking any kind of friction. For a split second, she considered asking if he wanted to leave, but she wasn’t willing to wait even a second longer. 

Kyla grasped Liam by the collar and pulled him away from the crowd, down a long hallway. He eagerly followed behind, not even knowing where this enticing stranger was leading him. She entered a door labeled staff and Liam stepped in behind her. As the structure closed, Kyla flipped on a light and he realized they were in some kind of linen closet; he recognized the dark colors of the hanging shirts from the staff around the establishment. 

“Do you work here?” 

“Nope,” Kyla answered. 

Liam’s brows furrowed. “Then why—” 

Kyla suddenly lunged for Liam, capturing his lips with such intensity that he stumbled backward. After the shock wore off, he returned her energy with enthusiasm, happily swallowing her needy whines. He shamelessly wandered every crevice of her figure as she headed for the buttons of his shirt. 

Clothes flung everywhere within an instant, their lips never straying far from one another. As Liam completed his mission, he used his weight to pin Kyla against the wall, his middle finger eagerly seeking her slick folds. He easily glided through, teasing her clit for a moment before plunging deep inside. Kyla loudly moaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as Liam expertly worked her toward release. His lips caressed every inch of her neck and chest as she squirmed against his palm, the sensations from his ministrations forcing her to see stars.  

With a loud wail, Kyla came on his hand; he growled at the sounds of her pleasure, drowning out the music in the distance as he worked her through the high. The next instant he hoisted Kyla up, placing her back flat against the wall. Kyla shrieked, but it turned into a needy whimper as Liam’s swollen manhood circled her entrance; she tightly closed her eyes, anticipating the stretch from his impressive girth. 

“Look at me… I want you to watch as I personally make sure you’re on the naughty list…” Liam rumbled, the deep baritone in his voice vibrating Kyla’s chest. 

Kyla met his gaze. “Joke’s on you. I’m already on the naughty list.” She smirked. 

Her attention shifted to the shelf beside them, and Liam followed her inquisitive gaze. He spotted what gathered her attention and shook his head. “No…” 

“Come on, just wear the Santa hat for a little bit. Please?” Kyla pouted. “You can be Santa and I’ll be your — helper elf…” 

Liam snickered. “Or, you could be my ho ho ho…” 

They erupted with laughter, Kyla still securely held in Liam’s arms with his cock nudging against her abdomen. “This is the only time that joke will be appropriate.” She reached for the hat and placed it on his head, afterward admiring her handiwork. “... There.” 

“Better?” Liam smiled. 

“Mmmhmmm,” Kyla hummed but quickly captured his lips; it was soft and felt natural as if this were a normal occurrence. It rendered both speechless at the intimacy of the moment; nothing was demanding or hasty but gentle, comforting, and warm. They parted and shared a flushed grin, staring into the other’s gleaming eyes with heavy breaths, but they could not resist the burning fire of desire a moment longer.

 Kyla pulled him closer and pleaded, “Take me…” against his lips. 

Liam didn’t need to be told twice; he used the wall to help keep Kyla steady as he lined himself at her tight opening. Never breaking eye contact, he delicately broke the threshold, Kyla’s fingernails sinking in and creating crescents on his shoulder blades. Buried to the hilt, Liam stilled, using every ounce of willpower that he had not to tip over the ledge immediately. 

“Shit,” Liam groaned, as her velvety walls accommodated around him. “You’re so tight… So wet…” 

“Oh — OH God — Yes,” Kyla hissed through clenched teeth as Liam steadily built their pace. 

Sweat coated their bodies as a tidal wave of euphoria appeared on the horizon. Liam tried to control himself but his thrusts turned frenzied as the cliffs of completion neared dangerously close, but he wasn’t willing to jump until Kyla launched over first. 

“You’re a decent elf,” Liam started, as his thumb found her clit and circled with determination. “But I want you to be a good little ho and cum for me.”

Kyla reacted immediately; her back arched off the wall, pressing her pert nipples securely against Liam’s chest. Her legs quivered as a burst of fluid coated his pelvis, adding to the sounds of wet skin relentlessly slapping together. Kyla chanted his name, the intense high hitting like an abrupt wall and forcing all coherent thoughts away; the only thing she understood was Liam. 

As if her contracting around his dick wasn’t enough to do Liam in, hearing his name roll off her tongue did something to him; satisfaction swelled in his chest, creating a whole new rush of endorphins. With a few more labored thrusts he coated every inch of her spasming walls. His balls twitched as he rode wave after wave of pure, unfiltered bliss. 

He held Kyla’s hips as close as possible, but soon slipped his softening member out of her. He gently lowered her to the floor, offering a hand to assist as she got her bearings. They breathed heavy breaths as their pulses returned to a normal rate, but they did not make eye contact or speak as they dressed.  

Finally, it was Kyla who broke the silence as they finished with their garments. “I… I don’t normally do the whole hooking up thing…” 

“Me either,” Liam agreed, but that earned him a snort from Kyla. “What? I’m being serious!” 

“Please — you can’t be that fucking chiseled and not lay it down on the regular.” 

Liam smirked at her boldness. “Really — I never do this… Ever… It’s been quite a while for me, actually…” 

“Me too,” Kyla shyly admitted, but just as their gazes locked, the door abruptly flung open. 

“Hey! What’re you doing here?” A man in uniform suddenly appeared. “The sign was clear — staff only.” 

“Sorry!” Kyla squealed. “I lost my purse, and we were trying to find it.” 

“Well, it’s not in here — so beat it.” 

“Will do,” Kyla quickly answered, tugging on Liam’s sleeve to pull him along. 

Just as Liam made it to the doorway, the man suddenly froze with wide eyes. “Wait… Are — are you–” 

“Let’s go,” Liam grabbed Kyla’s hand and took off, not stopping until they were outside. As they made it he spotted Bastien waiting, and a conveniently placed cab pulled behind the SUV. 

Liam stopped before the vehicles and rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “Kyla, I — I’d really like to see you again…” 

Kyla sighed heavily. “We’ll have to see what happens these next couple of weeks…” Liam nodded, but as his features fell, her chest constricted. “But I could give you my number… Then maybe if fate allows it, our paths will reconnect.” 

Liam smiled and exchanged devices with her. “Hopefully fate will be on our side, then…” The pair shared a flushed grin, but Liam soon led Kyla over to the waiting cab. He helped her inside but lingered before closing the door. “Hey, Kyla?” 

“Yeah?”

“... Merry Christmas.” 

Kyla fixed the askew hat that Liam forgot was on his head with a vibrant smile. “Merry Christmas, Santa.” 

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[densi-mber]

It’s Tradition After All

A/N: Here’s a little season 3 Christmas party AU. Inspired by prompt two on this list.

***

“Ok, I found the tree and ornaments,” Deeks announced, appearing from the storage area with a large trash bag and a box that jangled.

“Great, can you put them over there?” Nell directed, pointing across the room. As usual, she’d taken on the self-appointed job of turning the office of special projects into a winter wonderland.

“You got it. You want me to start putting the tree together?”

“No, Eric’s going to do it. Thanks though.”

“Gotcha. Let me know if you need anything else,” he offered. On his way back to the bullpen, he found Kensi standing on her desk, stretching up to reach something. Deeks tilted his head, frowning.

“Are you—are you pulling down the mistletoe?” he asked in outrage. Kensi jerked, looking back at him momentarily before continuing with her task.

“Yes,” she answered crisply.

“Why?”

“Because, it’s a stupid, outdated tradition,“ she started. Getting on the very tip of her toes, she hooked a finger around the ribbon securing the mistletoe to the wall behind her desk. She tugged it free with a triumphant sound, and Deeks automatically stepped forward to brace her as she hopped down from the desk.

He felt the warmth of her skin through her shirt for the few seconds it took her to find her balance and turn to face him.

“And you’re not going to trick me into kissing you,” Kensi finished, shaking the offending object in his face.

“Kensi, I did not put that mistletoe up there,” he insisted with a chuckle. She scoffed, folding her arms over her chest.

“Oh really? Then who else would put it directly above my desk?”

“You forget that as lovely as Eric and Nell are, they can also be extremely odd.” Kensi stilled at that, something that Deeks couldn’t quite read crossing her face. “Look, how about I promise that I won’t try to trick you into getting under that mistletoe at all tonight?”

He held out his hand, giving his best pleading look. Kensi sighed, and slapped the mistletoe into his palm.

“Fine. But don’t even think of hanging it above my desk again.”

***

True to his word, Deeks didn’t make a single attempt to get Kensi under any of the mistletoes (yes, there were multiples). He did end up under one with Nell, who dramatically leaned back in his arms for him to peck her on the cheek. When Callen had later pointed out that Deeks and Sam had fallen prey, Sam had glared at Deeks, taken a step away, and emphatically stated,

“No way in hell.”

Now Kensi stood by the snack table with Nell, chatting about Eric’s new business plans. Kensi nodded along when Nell paused, eyes once again gravitating towards Deeks.

He seemed to be in the middle of some story, his hands waving expansively as he spoke. She saw Sam smiling reluctantly, shaking his head at Deeks’ antics. As much as Sam pretended Deeks annoyed him, even he couldn’t resists his charms all the time. It seemed no one could.

“And then Eric’s going to put a swimming pool in the middle so his employees can go for a swim on their lunch breaks.”

“That’s a good idea,” Kensi murmured distractedly.

“Kensi.”

“Hmm?” Kensi whipped her head around, finding Nell staring at her with a knowing smirk.

“Something grab your attention?” Nell asked innocently.

“No, uh, I was just thinking we better get started on the gift exchange before Sam gets annoyed with him,” Kensi excused herself, hoping it would be enough to distract Nell from her own lapse in attention.

“Oh, they look like they’re doing ok,” Nell observed, peering over Kensi’s shoulder. “I put a lot of brandy in the egg nog.“

“Yeah, I noticed.” Kensi held up her half-empty glass, then slanted a wry glance at Nell.

Nell just spread her hands wide in response. “I’m just an elf spreading good cheer. And while we’re on the topic, could you go deliver this to Deeks for me?”

“What, elves don’t make house calls?”

“No, you’ve been standing over her with me for the last hour and I’m trying to help you mingle,” Nell explained bluntly. “Now go on. I need to make more egg nog.”

Shaking her head, Kensi took the present Nell had retrieved from who knows where, and headed for Deeks. Callen had joined the group since she last looked, and from the sound of it, was goading Sam about something.

“Oh, and there’s my lovely partner,” Deeks said as she approached. Based on the extra twinkle in his eyes and empty cup in his hand, he’d enjoyed a little Christmas cheer himself.

“And she comes bearing gifts.” Kensi held out the present. “It’s from Nell.”

Deeks took it with a grin, giving the box a little shake. “Ooh, sounds expensive,” he joked.

Before he could get the lid off, Callen interrupted him with a raised finger.

“Nobody move, you’re both under the mistletoe,” he said, grinning when Sam made an exasperated sound.

“Kensi, I did not plan this,” Deeks insisted nervously.

“No, I know you didn’t.” Looking over her shoulder, she glared at Nell, who raised her glass innocently, and mouthed what looked like, “it’s tradition”.

“Meddler,” Kensi muttered.

“Well, go on,” Callen encouraged her. “One of you has to make a move.”

“Callen—” he protested softly.

“No, it’s ok,” Kensi said. And then, she didn’t know what possessed her. Maybe it was the egg nog, or her competitive nature. Or the simple way Deeks stayed true to his word. Before she could think it through too thoroughly, she grabbed either side of Deeks’ head, and tipped her chin up towards his. She had a split second to see his eyes widen in surprise before their lips met.

It was a brief kiss, close-mouthed, and hardly the most passionate, but Kensi’s lips tingled and she was distinctly aware of how nice the softness of his lips felt on hers.

She released Deeks and dropped back down on her heels, lifting her chin defiantly. Deeks stared back at her, an unfathomable look in his eyes as his tongue flicked out to run along his bottom lip.

“All right, Kensi wins,” Callen decided, breaking that silence that fallen around them. “You’re gonna need to step up your game, Sam.”

“For the last time, I’m not kissing any of you,” Sam retorted.

“Kensi, I—” Deeks started to say, but she cut him off again.

“It’s just a tradition, Deeks. Like you said.”

“Right,” he murmured, not stopping her when she turned away.

Yes, it was tradition. And if her lips still tingled, burned, with a the pleasant memory of their kiss, no one needed to know that.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 21 #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #au #ncis la #by ejzah

[outsideratheart]

14 Christmas party with nuria rabano

The British invasion. That is the nickname the fans have given you, Lucy and Kiera. After the summer you three had all eyes were on you when you arrived in in Barcelona and it made you nervous. Manchester City was all you ever knew so starting fresh was very daunting. You had a new apartment, new daily routines, new training regimes and new room mates on away days although the last one you didn't mind as much because you were roomed with Nuria Rabano and she was like a breath of fresh air.

It wasn't that you had a bad reputation or anything like that but unlike many of your new team mates, you had never met her before. Besides from Keira and Lucy, she is the person that you opened yourself up to the most.

You wouldn't say you had a crush because you wasn't 5 years old but there was something there and you were waiting for the right time to address it.

"So Romeo what's your plan? Buy her a drink, ask her to dance, accidently walk under the mistletoe or maybe all three?" Lucy has been teasing you mercilessly ever you since you confided in her.

"Luce, leave her alone" and of course, one lucy knew it meant Keira also knew.

"I don't have one. Every time I plan something I end up bailing so tonight I am going to have fun, hopefully with Nuria and then we'll see where things go"

You hated how complicated you made things for yourself. All you had to do was tell her that you like her, that is it. Even though you spent several nights in a hotel room together, that was as team mates and the conversation you wanted to have with her would hopefully end with you possibly being something more.

When you arrived at the restaurant Nuria shouted you over whilst patting the seat next to her. The blush that appeared on your face at the thought of her saving you a seat must have been obvious.

"Thank you"

Nuria, being the spaniard that she is, hugs you and kisses both of your cheeks. It wasn't strange for this to happen, all of the team did it when they were off the pitch but the way it made you feel was foreign and something that only happened when you were around her.

"Claro"

The two of you begin your own conversation about what you had planned over the Christmas break, then the topic turned to food as you were handed menus.

Whilst your Spanish was improving you did still struggle with some things. Food items being one of them especially if you had never heard of them before, not even the english equivalent.

"Do you mind ordering for me?" you whisper to Nuria.

"What would you like? There is fish, meat, a few vegetable dishes. Ooo this is one of my favourites" she points a dish.

"Whatever you recommend, you have good taste" you say.

"Yes, I do"

Whilst her words were innocent there was something in the way Nuria responded that gave you butterflies, it was almost as if she was talking about you but you didn't want to get your hopes up.

Nuria orders for you and when your meal comes you are still none the wiser as to what you have. 

“Trust me, you will like it” she says rather confidently.

She was right to be confident, the food is delicious. It was so nice that Nuria ended up eating some and you hers so as the night went on you are sharing meals and feeding each other. Your team mates watch the cute interaction between the two of you all whilst wonder when one of you will make the first move.

Everyone finishes eating but the the drinks keep flowing. You see Mapi and Lucy scheming in the corner and by the way they look at you it is obvious it involves you.

“Who’s up for a game?” Lucy asks.

“What a good idea!” Mapi says “how about truth or dare?”

Many questions gets asked and dares are completed by the time it is your turn. You know it doesn’t matter which you pick, they will include Nuria so you choose truth.

“If you had to kiss someone on the team who would it be?” 

“Nuria” you answer a little too quickly.

“Really?” Nuria asks in shock and you nod eagerly.

“Why?” Lucy asks you.

“No, no” you shake your finger “No follow ups, you know the rules” 

Throughout the rest of the night Nuria is quiet. It’s almost as if she is avoiding you. 

Not wanting the night to end, the team move onto a club not too far from the restaurant.

You see her standing alone at the bar and know this is your chance.

“I’m sorry if what I said earlier made you uncomfortable” 

“You didn’t, I wasn’t. It was a stupid game, I know you didn’t mean it” 

Your eyes widen as you realise what the issue is. Nuria wanted what you said to be true, not something you said because you felt like you had to.

You try to think what you can say to prove to her that you meant what you said. In the end you let your actions do the talking. You cup her cheeks and kiss her. It isn’t overly passionate but it doesn’t have to be. When you pull away you see Nuria with a huge grin on her face.

“I meant it Nuria and I’ve wanted to do that for quite a while” 

“It took you look enough” 

It wasn’t the response you expected but it let’s you know that she feels the same way.

#christmas ficlet #woso x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #espwnt x reader #Nuria Rabano x reader

[cranberrv]

under the mistletoe 🎄🤍

hey there how are you :)

i like collecting pretty stuff i find on the ground

my favorite color is either lavender or plum

i love making friends, but i don’t talk that much

when i’m with a lot of people i tend to go with the flow and be more compliant. but by myself or with my close circle i’m more individualistic?? idk if i’m saying it right. like i tend to value the harmony of the group more

i wear my headphones 24/7 and my music taste is all over the place

i usually bring my squishmallows to school in case my friends are rlly rlly stressed, and i’ll let them vent/rant if they need to

i love love LOVE quality time and gift giving. physical touch is nice too

my main hobbies are baking + taking pictures

i love doing makeup and dressing up at like 3am when i can’t sleep

there are some days where i wanna go out and be spontaneous, and others where i just wanna chill (mostly the latter tbh)

also i’m not sure if you wanted my appearance so uhh

under the mistletoe !

this was one difficult to be honest, i think you’d be relatively compatible with a couple of the boys, but sodapop curtis would be your best bet! he also agrees that a tight-knit group brings a lot more warmth, and he loooves that you bake because whenever darry isn’t around, guess who’s making chocolate cake for him? you! he also loves the fact that you take photos, he takes time to value the pretty things in the sky or on the ground, so to see someone appreciate it so much that they would take photos of it would make him happy. i think that even though he calls himself ‘dumb,’ he thinks very deeply and enjoys taking the time to analyze why you listen to music so often or care for your friends so deeply. he’ll take the little things about you to an extreme and find reasons to love you even more if that makes sense? you two are just very similar & you would be very compatible!

#🎀 belle’s christmas event #dating sodapop curtis #sodapop fluff #sodapop x reader #the outsiders sodapop #sodapop imagine #sodapop patrick curtis #dating sodapop #sodapop curtis #sodapop headcanons

[reflections-of-mobius]

@familylightfox asked:

It was time to start decorating the Inn. Something that many of the residents helped with as much as they could around decorating their own homes and shops. So it wasn’t all that surprising when Royce was hanging things in entryways with how tall they were. And it just so happened they finished the mistletoe hanging just in time for Node to enter the room. Volt turned at the jovial snickers and smirked himself before giving a whistle to get Bless’ attention. “Rules are rules, Liebe.” As if he would pass a chance to close the space between them and place a lingering, and promising, kiss on his partner’s lip. “Your turn Bless.” From the porch a sound of ‘bleh’ came from Harmony. Followed by snickering from two of her teammates. A certain canine might have worked up the courage to put a nose to the teen’s cheek in affection when Royce had held up another over her head.

[Unprompted. | Accepting!]

Node had been helping about with decorations, as had Bless. The hedgehog's speed usually would have made it all a breeze, but he took his time- not even a hint of tearing winds appearing as he put up each decoration with care. Winter was nice- but the holidays were what Bless personally enjoyed about the dark, cold months...that, and all the excuses to cuddle his two partners to 'keep them warm'. No other reason, none at all...

Node had also been helping, though they were mostly doing the 'running'- so teleporting about to get what anyone needed throughout. They'd gone to the kitchen to sneak a quick treat (sue them, their sweet tooth was eternal)- and hadn't quite realized that Royce was setting up the mistletoe. They blinked as they heard Volt's voice, tilting their head slightly before the thought struck them.

"Huh?--" Bless' attention turned to the two mobians. In a moment, emerald hues had snapped to the mistletoe, then Volt's smirk, then Node. He couldn't help the bit of a smirk that began to cross his own face, realizing what was coming a moment sooner than the fox.

Winter. Mistletoe. They looked up for a moment, hazel hues catching on the specific plant that hung up high. That was when Volt had captured their lips, with a small tilt of the chin and a lingering kiss that had Node's heart skipping a beat in their chest. They'd only just begun to return the kiss when Volt pulled away. It took every bit of willpower they had not to release a quiet whine, for want of the kiss to be prolonged.

"....I..." They'd need to be more careful going under doorways all winter, it would seem. Or less.- But they weren't about to say that little tidbit aloud. A nice, light blush had come to rest on their face, causing Node to try to hide their cheeks with their hands.

"Doooon't mind if I do~." The mobian sauntered over, an arm slinging around Node's waist- before drawing them in for a kiss, lips momentarily locking on the already-flustered fox's. There was a faint, high-pitched squeak from them as Bless hummed, his kiss lasting far shorter than he'd like...but not before turning his attention to Volt. "Now, I think someone else's under the mistletoe, too~." He ensnared Volt with a chuckle, before planting another smooch, this time on the hybrid. It lasted just as long, with the hedgehog relaxing by the faintest visible margin as he tasted one partner's lips after the other. Only when he'd had his fill (for the moment) did he pull away with a grin.

"Heh...make fun of it all you like, but you're just as bad as we are~." Bless teased Harmony with a grin. The teen was still younger and hadn't done quite as much as the adults had...but he was no less certain that her love for Buddy was just as strong as his love for Volt and Node. That held especially true in his eyes when the mobian nuzzled his girlfriend's cheek. "Camera-!" He almost shattered the sound barrier, taking off in the split-second Buddy was nuzzling Harmony- and coming back with a (semi-literal) flash.

Now that was perfect.

Node's head had bumped Volt's arm. It would seem they were now slightly hiding behind the hybrid- far too flustered from back-to-back kisses from both their partners.

"Bless-!" Harmony yelped.

"You want this camera, you'll have to take it~...!" And he was already bolting off with a gleeful cackle.

"....love you..." It was a very faint whisper, meant for two sets of ears only. The holidays were still being prepared for...but there was no doubt the festivities and joy that the season brought was alive and well in the Inn.

#i’ve got nothing else to prove | asks #Behind this soft exterior/Lies a warrior | Node the Fennec Fox #Hanging on the edge of tomorrow/From the works of yesterday | Sonic “Bless” the Hedgehog #took the pain/found my own way | Voltage Lightfox #cause every time we touch/I get this feeling | Velte #dark or light/always shining bright | Harmony Lightfox #//in this house we believe in embarrassing everyone #Holiday Crisis 2023 #//also I mean nothing by calling it 'Holid@y Cr1sis' I just generally call the season Cr1sis XD #//b/c ain't it tho- #familylightfox

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Hehe, for the "Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask" part 🤡🍦 💌❌🎨 👀🧠🤲✅💔🥰

Okay! I’m going to do my best to answer all of these! So excited 😆

🤡 The funniest exchange I’ve written was in chapter 9 of The Phantom’s Atonement. There is an exchange between Erik and Christine where she is bragging about how she was getting better at doing laundry and she hadn’t burned any of his shirts while ironing since the end of the previous month. Erik’s response is the casually mention that it’s only the 3rd.

🍦 The sweetest fic I’ve written has to be The Gift of Mistletoe which I gifted to @lieblingslok01 for Christmas. It’s Erik’s first time celebrating Christmas with Christine and he bought her dozens of gifts and they do a Christmas Eve tradition where they open just one gift each. Christine, of course, gave Erik mistletoe so he can have as many kisses as he wants.

💌 I love getting comments and feedback on my fics. I also love constructive criticism, I know it’s weird but I don’t mind it. I’m always open to ways I can improve my writing. But for comments, they really really make my day every single time I get one. Checking AO3 constantly is a bad habit of mine, but I can’t help it! I love seeing what my readers loved about new chapters I post, how they can’t wait for an update, etc. It’s the best motivation for me. My love language is words of affirmation so I’ll take as much as I can get!

❌ I don’t think there are any tropes that I would ever not write. Of course, I won’t be able to write them all, but if it fits into the fic I’m writing, it’s going in!

🎨 Fanart, to me, is one of the greatest gifts a writer can receive. I received some beautiful sketches from @smbyt and they are forever going to be some of my most treasured gifts.

👀 I have a Maid AU that I’ve been outlining and the first chapter is posting on March 1st. Christine has just left the gypsies and wants to follow her dreams to sing on the stage of the Opera Populaire, but unfortunately they aren’t hiring at the moment, so she seeks employment elsewhere. You can probably guess where she starts working 😌 but besides that, it’s going to be a mega slow burn and my readers are going to be screaming at me. I am fully prepared for riots over it. The outline is only for 50ish chapters so far and I’m only about 2/3 of the way through it.

🧠 A character was not chosen, so I will choose one! Erik. My favorite headcanon that I have for Erik is that he has a foot fetish. I know a lot of people think this but that all I really have for him. He is a stocking thief 😌

🤲 Okay, fine if you insist, but it’s still in draft form! It’s from chapter 20 of The Phantom’s Atonement.

✅ Something that appears in my fics far too much is the little “two fingers under the chin lift”. I was reading a chapter of my work a while back and it was in that chapter THREE times!!! I can’t help it 🥹

💔 A fic of mine that broke my heart is Speak. I wrote it for Halloween and good gosh, it took me for a wild ride. The content is very dark, so I won’t say anything here, but I cried while writing it.

🥰 I love reader interaction and I love getting questions about my fics! Ask away! I will answer!

Thank you so much for asking me all these questions! This one was fun!

#phantom of the opera #erik poto #poto #phanfic #the phantom of the opera #christine daae #fanfic #fanfiction

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Looking back

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I tagged 584 of my posts in 2022

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#remadora - 490 posts

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#she's grabbing him by his cloak telling him she loves him even though he's a werewolf and if that isn't the pinnacle of angsty romance then

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Tonks : In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Remus : *turning to Sirius*... How tall are you?

Sirius : *

118 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

#4

What is your favorite Remadora headcanon?

On their 3rd mission ‌Dora forgot her gloves (Sirius hid them ofc) so Remus warmed up her hands by holding them

During ootp, everyone but Remus and Tonks knew that they are a couple

Since most of the Order knew about their crush on each other and they would intentionally leave the room so they are the only ones left

Once, Remus found Tonks sleeping on the sofa after her long hours at work and carried her to the guest bed and tucked her in (he also might have stared at her peacefully sleeping face for a moment or two, but no one is supposed to know about that...so, shh)

There was definitely a betting pool on who would ask the other out, how long would it take, who would initiate the first kiss.....and Sirius was the only one to get all of them correct (7 years of witnessing Remus's self depreciation pays off)

Remus was the first one to have romantic feelings but Dora was the one to fall first....but only because he kept trying to deny it to himself (and to Sirius)

Dora initiated their first kiss and Remus was so shoked that he forgot to kiss her back, she pulled away thinking he didn't want it and started to apologize but he pulled her back and kissed her deeply.

They used to sneak around the house to snog, and one day Mad-Eye saw them while looking for boggarts....he then told Tonks that he's a great guy but there'll be social stigma by associating with him so she should be very sure, and if not, this was the best time to walk away before breaking his heart....at first Tonks joked about how she knew he had a tender heat underneath all the gruffness and then assured him that she was very sure about him...she was oddly pleased by his care for Remus.

Later Sirius gave her the same talk

The first time Remus thought they might have a real future together is when Dora ‌bandaged him up after a full moon..she was very gentle...but the thing that astonished Remus the most was that not only she didn't run for the hills after seeing his state, but she joked about it...it was also the first time she saw his naked torso which is covered with old and new scars and she said something along the line "chicks dig scars" was very true.

Dora loves ‌tracing her finger over Remus's scscars.

‌They love to bake together.

On their first Christmas together, Dora‌ was torn between making fun of Remus's ugly Christmas sweater and admiring how good he looked in it

Ofc, Sirius entrapped them under a Mistletoe and they had to kiss

2/3 days before Dumbledore died, Remus went to Hogwarts to give him mission report and on his way out he got nostalgic and roamed the corridors and came across the mirror of erised....he saw Tonks beside him

"She looked like her old self that he had known before he’d left. No dark hair in sight, no hollowed out cheeks and pained eyes.

It was then that Remus noticed his own appearance had changed. He had no scars across his face. The premature greys in his hair were no longer there, he looked like his age. His condition no longer ageing him. His condition no longer existing.

It was then that the mirror showed Nymphadora moving a little closer, her hand touching his arm. There was a ring on her finger, one on his own too. "

-Quoting this part directly from this wonderful oneshot by @messrmoonyy

On the day of the battle of astronomy tower, Tonks found it before the fight while patrolling the castle...she saw the same image as Remus...BUT the Remus beside her was just the way he was, with all his scars and grey hair

Madam Pomfrey gave Remus a speech after the hospital wing incident...she told him that for seven years she had seen the part of him that he believes to be the worst and she still thinks he deserves happiness (from then on, She is a hardcore Remadora shipper cz Tonks was also her regular patient and she loves Remus like a son)

After they got married, Mad-Eye took Remus aside and gave him the talk, but was not as aggressive as Remus thought it would be, he even seemed pleased, Remus was surprised to realize that he approved of their match...Remus didn't realize how much he wanted it (threats of him being brutally killed were made, but that was expected)

Married life

Remus ‌kisses Dora's knuckles every time she gives him hot chocolate or tea (that's all she makes, mostly)

Lots of cuddling in front of the fireplace

Remus ‌finding Dora asleep on the couch, pushing her hair off the forehead, pressing a kiss and carrying her to bed...and then her waking up in his arms, confused but warm was fairly common

Whenever Tonks returns injured from a mission, Remus always notices every bruise or scratch on her body and tends to them with incredible care

Both Tonks's Teddy's hair colour changes with mood and Remus has all of them memorized...Tonks doesn't need the help of hair colour to understand Remus's moods tho

Sometimes after returning from work, Tonks stands in the doorway to watch Remus playing with Teddy or telling his own boyhood stories to the baby...she loves to watch what a loving parent he is

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122 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#3

Tonks : *makes Remus a cup of tea but puts salt in it to prank him*

Remus : *sips the tea

Tonks:

Remus : *finishes the tea

Tonks : Didn't it taste bad?

Remus : Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

Tonks : *tearing up*.. Oh, okay.

125 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

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Mad-Eye : Remember what I told you, The quickest way to a person’s heart is—

Tonks : Through the forth and fifth ribs.

Mad-Eye : Correct.

Remus : *falls in love even harder

147 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

He's a 10, but thinks he's a zero

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[bisexualchrissycunningham]

👻 for the fic writing asks :)

👻 Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?

I couldn't actually remember so I had to go scrolling through my AO3 history and I did indeed write something vaguely Christmas-themed. Context is needed for the title, but I kinda wanna just not give it and see what you make of it - bromance: mistletoe edition (it's a sequel lol). A friends turned lovers ship where one of them used to be a frat guy, there is horrendous amounts of intense innuendo and flirting and PDA in front of their friends and they bail to fuck a lot under the massive amount of mistletoe one of them purposefully put up to force lots of making out.

I subscribe to the "Eddie was born around Halloween" headcanon so I would really love to write a Halloween-themed 🎃 Hellcheer fic at some point that combines lots of over the top Eddie dialogue, many costume changes and Chrissy insisting they celebrate his birthday by fucking on top of a grave in a cemetery (Chrissy loves Mary Shelley, pass it on).

A new headcanon appeared in a lightbulb above my head as I was writing this: Eddie is a guy who makes a huge show of celebrating the most innocuous of holidays. Argyle is his partner in crime, and they make homemade themed shirts for everything from Arbor Day to National Oatmeal Day (Oct. 29) to Penguin Awareness Day (Jan 20) to Labor Day (they're both union men!) and find ways to rope all their eye-rolling friends into it. He would dress up as a Cupid on Valentines' Day just to be obnoxious and shoot foam arrows at all the jocks while flirting with all their girlfriends (if he was a single pringle, of course.. if he was with Chrissy he would.. not put on a public spectacle that involved her cause that kinda thing makes her uncomfortable and he would never so instead he forces Robin and Vickie to follow him around playing their instruments when he enters the cafeteria).

I also think Eddie LOVES Easter cause the whole rising from the dead thing sounds metal as fuck, and most of the people he hates are deeply Christian, so two birds one stone.

I'm very fond of a Stali Valentines' Day headcanon I once wrote about and I'd definitely like to elaborate on it someday, cause I think they'd both be unexpectedly absurd and enthusiastic about giving each other the best Valentines' Day ever, for completely different reasons (Steve loves giving Kali corny stereotypical teenage experiences she missed out on and Kali worries her emotional guardedness makes Steve think she doesn't love him as much as he loves her so she uses holidays as Grand Gesture moments when she allows herself more vulnerability than usual).

I would also really love to write most of my ships experiencing Pride as it evolves over the years and becomes bigger and bigger and more mainstream. I think it could make for an especially interesting character study for Chrissy, Eddie, and Robin in particular, in terms of their individual relationships with their own sexuality.

Thanks for the ask, this was fun to think about!

#answered #erythromanc3r #eddie + argyle + holidays is a thing i will be meditating on for awhile #ask games

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

spare north to the future christmas/holiday headcanons? or i guess if you wrote them they would be canon? anyway here are mine, in the order of character appearance ❤️ hope you like them

when it's just her and appletini, jen makes paper snowflakes at the vet's and puts them up everywhere. she'll give a bottle of non alcoholic mulled wine to appletini, who'd have nothing to give back to jen (she is brainrotting thinking about aegon, obviously). embarrassing.

appletini tries, maybe succeeds in dragging aegon to her folks' house for christmas dinner. if he does decide to come, she'll definitely do that thing where she pats him down before entering the house with him and of course, brushing that lock of hair behind his ear. can't have that escapee getting out in front of her parents, so inappropriate!

aegon probably spends his last bucks buying something small but personal for sunfyre and appletini, then in the evening goes to ursa minor to beg for dale to put another ten rum and cokes on the tab "in the spirit of the holiday". sings christmas carols at the bar and sounds heavenly even when he's drunk. he also loves to make snow angels. fight me.

sunfyre is just happy to run around the snow and tries to eat it, hopefully no bears steal his full course meal! also if there is wrapping paper, he will tear it to pieces. keep him away from the christmas tree. (of course, everyone will forgive him once he curls up at their feet)

heather does the MOST with her christmas outfit and makeup, full mariah carey, holly jolly queen. she would love to hang out the whole night with the girl troupe at the bar but kind of understands that not everyone wants to get wasted on christmas. but she still makes the biggest effort to get everyone together bc she loves her girlies.

appletini's parents spend the whole day preparing christmas dinner together, placing mistletoes at convenient places for aegon and appletini to stumble under, making calls to neighbors to wish them a merry christmas. appletini's mom and dad also reminisce about how they fell in love and gossip about the two lovebirds.

joyce is eagerly awaiting new books for christmas, so eagerly in fact that she just buys one herself. she may not necessarily even read it right away, she just needed one to feel alive. goes with the current, doesn't care about any specific plans as long as she has her book. secretly likes the magical feeling of christmas and excepts something special to happen, though it may never!

kimberly got presents for everyone. she gives me rich girl vibes. definitely gave appletini some slutty clothing to slut that girl up slutty, saying the present was "really for aegon". probably got joyce something gothy like a skull shaped candle and some necklace/bracelet for heather with text that says "slut xoxo"

trent wears a christmas hat for the entire day and looks like an actual big elf. he gives appletini bacardi breezers for christmas without realizing that she would not indeed down them all that second and that they'd rot in the fridge until the end of january. he also buys a few drinks for aegon bc well, they are bros. the two also play patty cake while sitting on barstools and dont ask me how that ends up

the ice fisher is ice fishing, because, well, um, it's christmas. no murder allowed!

THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!!!! and are you sure you don't live in Juneau, Alaska in 1999 because I swear it's like you know these characters and party with them at Ursa Minor 3-4 nights per week 😂😂

The thought of Appletini forgetting everything except Aegon, like 😭 "Christmas what? Jesus who? The birth of our savior when? Sorry I was preoccupied planning my wedding to a man I just met who might be a murderer. the color scheme will be green. we will live in my parents' basement."

The Ice Fisher does not necessarily respect major holidays...

You will get to see Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and Valentine's Day in the NTTF universe! Although they might not happen the way you would hope... 👀

Chapter 4 is over halfway done and will hopefully be ready in the next few days! 💜

[x-childish-x]

Could you write a fluffy Warren Worthington III x nb!reader piece where some mutual pining is going on between them and they end up getting caught under the mistletoe together during Christmas time. They both pretend its fine because they're friends and it's tradition, but yeah, things get a little more intimate than expected. Maybe someone that's outside the relationship makes a joke or smth, idk.

Christmas Spirit

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x nb!reader

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: mutual pining, flirting, crushes, fluff, teasing, steamy makeout

Word Count: 1,002

A/N: Hello lovely! Thank you so much for this request! It's the first Christmas one! I hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy it! I appreciate you all so much! I really enjoyed writing this. Happy Holidays everyone! Thank you for all the support and love! Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Also, yay to our first Warren Worthington fic!

Summary: After spending hours decorating the X-Mansion with your best friends, you find yourself under the mistletoe with none other than Warren.

(gif not mine!)

Christmas time was one of, if not your favorite time of year. You, Peter, Ororo, Jean, and Kurt had been decorating the mansion the entire day. To absolutely no one's surprise, both Scott and Warren seemed to be absolute Grinches. But despite their apparent despising of the holiday, they followed the five of you around the mansion, watching you all excitedly decorate the place.

Christmas music played throughout the entire mansion, causing you and Ororo to stop decorating and break out into song more often than not. As much as you had tried, you couldn't contain the excitement that you felt. How much better could it be? You were decorating your home with your best friends as your favorite songs rang throughout the halls... you couldn't possibly think of anything that could make this any better.

Well, except for one thing. Your gaze fell onto Warren, who seemed to already be watching you. The knowledge that Warren had been watching you caused your cheeks to flush as you looked back down at the garland you were currently wrapping and hanging around one of the many banisters in the mansion. Warren and you... that was a long, complicated story.

Ever since he returned with Ororo after the battle against Apocalypse, you'd were both utterly and obviously in love with one another, even though you'd both always deny it. And let's not even get started on the endless flirting you two would attempt. Despite both Jean and Ororo constantly trying to get you to tell Warren, you knew you never could.

He was a tease. He was too playful for his own good, and you knew that meant he didn't genuinely like you. You hear Warren and Scott laugh lightly at the sight of Peter running up the walls to hang mistletoe on the roof. You smiled widely. This was not only your home, but it was your family, and you were beyond happy you were getting to decorate with them.

A few hours and many decorations later, you all stood in the last hallway, finishing the decorations once and for all. You smiled as you watched Jean direct Kurt and Peter around as you stood off to the side. You'd been put on garland/light duty with Ororo, and of course, you two have finished quickly.

"Hey," Warren spoke softly, nudging you as he stood beside you, "You did a really nice job."

"You think so?" You asked, sparing a glance at him.

Warren nodded, "You can tell that you're putting genuine thought and care into your decorating."

"Thank you."

You could feel your insides swelling with happiness at Warren's comment as you looked around. The mansion truly looked beautiful. Garland, lights, ornaments, and various other decorations scattered the entire home in a beautiful fashion that made you swell and warm up with pure Christmas joy.

A gust of wind blew past your back, and you spun around, looking to see what Peter had been up to when suddenly his voice appeared behind you, "Oooh!! Warren, (Y/n)!! You're under the mistletoe!"

At the same time, Warren and you looked up, and sure enough, there was mistletoe hanging right above where the two of you stood. A glare formed on your face as you turned to look at Peter, who was smiling widely at you. Which, as you looked around at the rest of your friends, you noticed matched many others' expressions as well. How long had they planned this out for?

"I mean..." Warren cleared his throat awkwardly, "I'm down if you are."

"What?" You gasped, turning to look at Warren. He shrugged with a small smile, "You are?!"

Warren nodded, "It's tradition."

"Well..." You mumbled, looking at Ororo and Jean, who gave you a thumbs-up behind Warren's back, "You better get on it then."

Warren laughed softly at your teasing, sassy attitude and immediately pulled you into him by your waist. The feeling of his hands encasing your waist set fire to your body, nerves like you'd never felt before. However, you did your best to shove your nerves down as you locked eyes with Warren and prepared yourself for the kiss.

The moment your lips touched, you knew it was so much more than just a simple little kiss. It felt like your soul was finally uniting with your other half, and you were quickly losing yourself in the kiss. Your hands slid up his chest to wrap around his neck as you deepened the kiss. Warren seemed to be feeling the same as you were. One of his hands moved to caress your face while the other pulled you flush against him.

Right as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip, Scott had to be Scott and ruin the moment, "Geez! The tradition is to kiss, not make babies!"

Warren and you quickly separated from one another, your cheeks blazing as you refused to fully let go of one another. You could hear Ororo and Jean squealing, surely about your kiss, while Scott, Kurt, and Peter groaned about the two 'lovebirds'. You smiled, shaking your head at the outcome of decorating.

"We should probably go talk about this," You whispered to Warren, smiling widely.

He nodded quickly, "Definitely. Let's go talk."

"Talk, my ass," Peter scoffed, squinting at the both of you, "More like talk into each other's mouths."

"Hey, Peter," You smiled, allowing Warren to pull you into his chest, "That one didn't land."

"Yea, yea," Peter nodded, his face reddening as he admitted defeat, "Sounded good in my head... then it was just word vomit."

Warren chuckled as he kissed the side of your head, "It's the thought that counts, buddy."

"How is it that you two just made out in front of all of us, and I'm the one being teased?" Peter pouted.

"Because," Jean laughed softly, as she walked towards Scott, "We've all been waiting for this for months."

Kurt smiled as he pats Peter's shoulder, smiling over at you and Warren, "It was the Christmas spirit!"

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[muffinbeliever]

Snow Angels

The reader and the boys celebrate Jack’s first snow day.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Platonic!Jack x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 2391

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

Square Filled: First Snow @spnchristmasbingo

A/N: here is a cute little fluffy one shot! this is for my SPN Christmas Bingo card that can be found on my tumblr. it has hints of dean x reader but its really jack x reader friendship fic. everyone is alive because i said so (and i cant stand the fact that some of them--most of them-- arent). also, lets pretend that 15x14 didn't happen. please enjoy !! 

Masterlist | SPN Christmas Bingo 2021 Masterlist

The winter chill was no match for the bunker’s high-tech heaters. Despite the concrete walls and tile floor, the bunker was able to maintain a comfortable temperature at all times. You weren’t sure if it was partly some magic by the Men of Letter’s doing or just a savvy thermostat, but you weren’t complaining. 

Winter had come, and the bunker was lively with holiday cheer. You had taken the initiative to buy Christmas decorations to give the plain building some color. Christmas lights were wrapped around the metal railings of the large stairs and there was a decadent wreath on the large front door. Rowena had charmed sprigs of mistletoe to randomly appear, trapping its victims until they were released by a kiss. Because of the varying ages and relationships present, the spell only required a simple kiss on the cheek to work, but Dean had taken full advantage of the spell, pulling you into a passionate kiss every time you two found yourself under the magical plant. 

Sam and Eileen had taken it upon themselves to cut down a tree from the nearby woods. They had chosen a beautiful tree, one that stood proudly in the War Room. Charlie, Rowena, and you decided to get drunk and decorate said tree. It turned out beautifully, although you suspect Rowena might have used a little bit of magic to tidy up the intoxicated mess. 

At the time, the three of you had been thoroughly drunk. Charlie had broken a handful of ornaments and you had tinsel tangled in your hair. In your drunken state, you thought it would be funny to place a picture of Jack and Castiel at the top of the tree, and no one had moved it since. 

Someone, you weren’t exactly sure who, had bought an Elf-on-the-Shelf, thoroughly annoying Dean. It was a running joke in the bunker to surprise the green-eyed hunter with the toy at every possible moment. Not a day went by where Dean’s deep voice resonated through the twisting halls, cursing when he had found the “creepy toy” again. While Dean was not the biggest fan of Christmas, he couldn’t deny the joy that your excitement brought him. As long as it made you happy, he was happy. 

Castiel had been in and out of the bunker, splitting his time on Earth and in Heaven. When the angels had returned to Heaven, they were given the option to visit Earth, and Castiel had been helping them adjust to humans. Crowley had decided that he would rather spend his time in Hell, but he had plans to visit on Christmas Day. The relationship you had developed with the demon was a bit strange, but wholesome nonetheless. Despite your rocky beginning, the two of you had grown to trust each other over the years. 

Jack was the most excited for Christmas, though. It was his first holiday season on Earth, and he was determined to celebrate it just like in the movies. The faint melodies of holiday tunes slipped out from under his bedroom door, bringing a smile to your face whenever you passed. You had taken him clothes shopping a few weeks ago, and he was overwhelmed with the variety of snow boots and winter coats available for him to choose from. Sam encouraged you to spoil the young man with piles of pajama pants and ugly Christmas sweaters. 

It had been a warm autumn this year. The sun making its appearance until Thanksgiving weekend. Until now, it had been frigid temperatures, however, snow had yet to fall. The rain was relentless, rendering the majority of you to remain indoors for the whole day, only leaving the bunker for supply runs. 

The majority of your days indoors were spent in sweats, lounging around the bunker watching movies or spending time with your loved ones. After two months of back-to-back hunting, Garth demanded that you take the holidays off, insisting that other hunters could take cases during that time. It was awfully generous of the lanky hunter, and you were grateful for his thoughtfulness. 

From the moment you opened your eyes, you could tell that today was different. The lack of windows left you in darkness, but you could practically smell the snow, despite the thick concrete walls. It was like your sixth sense, and even as a child, you were never wrong. The clock on your bedside table said it was only 6 in the morning— far earlier than you usually wake up— but you were too excited to go back to sleep. 

Between Dean’s bare chest pressed against your back and the layers of blankets, you were more than toasty. You turned in your boyfriend’s arms, and they tightened around you in response. In the darkness, you could make out his pouted lips and relaxed face. It was rare for the older Winchester to look so care-free when he was awake, so you savored every second of it while you could. 

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, peppering it with light kisses. He stirred, and a soft groan left his lips as he opened his bleary eyes. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“G’morning sweetheart,” he said, his voice deeper than normal. That was one of your favorite things about Dean: his voice after he slept. It resonated through his chest and your body, the low timbre enveloping you in a comforting embrace. You pulled away from him until you were face-to-face. With a beaming smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Bean,” you whispered. “It’s snowing.” He chuckled.

“We don’t have any windows, silly. How do you know it’s snowing?” He raised an eyebrow and lightly tapped your nose with his index finger. You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I just know,” you argued. You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before springing out of bed. You pulled on a pair of sweatpants and one of Dean’s flannels from his closet. Your light footsteps padded down the hallway, and soon you were at the front door. You gingerly creaked it open, and immediately shivered from the gust of wind. As you took in your surroundings, you smirked. 

The normal dirt patch that adorned the front of the bunker was now covered in a soft blanket of white. Icicles hung from the roof, and the tree branches were heavy with snow. It was surprising how much snow had accumulated in one night, especially since it was raining all of yesterday. You shivered again, the chill breaking your trance. You slipped back into the warm bunker, closing the door behind you to keep the cold out. 

Dean was asleep when you returned to the room, his arm outstretched as if he were reaching for you. You stood at the edge of the bed and tangled your fingers with his, loving the way your hands felt intertwined. He awoke again when you placed a gentle kiss to his forehead and flashed you a sleepy smile. 

“Snow?” He asked, and you nodded vigorously.

“Snow!” You confirmed, and he chuckled at your glee. With a huff, he sat up, grabbing your waist and pulling you into his lap.

“Dean!” You squealed. Soft kisses were placed all over your face and you giggled at his antics. His soft lips captured yours in a slow kiss, and you let out a content sigh. Your fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck and his arms tightened around you. 

“I wanna see the snow,” you pouted, pulling away from his amazing kisses. You thought he would argue, wanting to spend more time in the warm bed, but to your surprise, he nodded. You leaped out of bed with enthusiasm, leaving the room once again. 

“Where are you going?” Dean called out after you, but you were already too far away to answer. Stopping in front of a wooden door with a gold ’22’ staring back at you. 

Gently, you knocked, not wanting to startle the young angel, and when you heard a quiet ‘come in’ you pushed the door open. Jack was on sitting on his bed watching Netflix, adorning plaid pajama pants and a green sweater. You remembered how hard you had laughed when he had presented it to you in the store, the depiction of Jesus in a party hat and the words ‘BIRTHDAY BOY’ written across his chest amused you to no end. 

“Hello Y/N,” Jack said sweetly, raising his hand in greeting. You smiled at the boy and his innocent antics. 

“Hey Jack,” you replied. “Guess what?” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the angel taking his time to think about what he could possibly guess. After a few silent seconds, a smile broke out on his face. 

“Chicken butt,” he said proudly, causing you to laugh. 

“Where’d you hear that from?” You wondered.

“I looked up common human jokes on the Internet, so that I could fit in better with the humans,” he explained seriously. You giggled while shaking your head.

“I’ll teach you some better jokes later. But first,” you paused for dramatic effect, “It’s snowing!”

“I’ve never seen snow before,” he told you.

“I know,” you said with a smile, “that’s why you and I are going to bundle up and go spend our day playing in the snow.” His face lit up immediately and he leaped out of bed, just like you did minutes before, and made his way to his closet. 

“What should I wear?” He asked, and you thought about it for a second. Given that he was half angel, he probably wouldn’t get as cold as you would, but you didn’t want to risk the young man getting sick right before Christmas. 

“Probably just a pair of jeans and put a jacket over your sweater,” you suggested, and he nodded dutifully. Telling him you’d meet him in the War Room in fifteen minutes, you quickly changed into leggings and a sweatshirt, a long parka hanging over your arm. The bedroom was empty, and you figured Dean was finally up and about. You placed your coat on the table in the War Room and walked to the kitchen. 

Dean was facing away from you, and you took a second to appreciate the way the fabric of his gray henley slightly stretched over his broad shoulders. Sam was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee with his laptop open in front of him. You rolled your eyes at the younger Winchester.

“You know Sam, the whole point of a break is to not look for more cases,” you teased as you entered the room. He looked up and rolled his eyes. 

“I just want to make sure that Garth has everything covered,” he said defensively and Dean laughed. 

“It makes me tingly when you are in control like that Sammy,” Dean winked at his brother and it was your turn to laugh. He flashed you a smile.

“Hey beautiful,” he said before offering you a cup of coffee.

“Thank you handsome,” you gave him a grateful smile as you took the warm mug into your hands. You took a couple of sips, feeling the warm liquid travel down your throat and settle in your stomach. 

“You boys better get dressed. Jack and I are going out to see the snow in like ten minutes,” you said. Sam nodded, closing his laptop and finishing his coffee, but Dean opened his mouth in protest.

“Sweetheart, it’s freezing outside,” he complained, but you shook your head.

“Dean Winchester, this is Jack’s first snow and the whole family is going to be there for it,” you stated, leaving no room for argument. He surrendered with a sigh and promised to be out in five minutes. You sent a quick prayer to Castiel, knowing that the angel would not want to miss his son’s first snow day. 

Soon enough, the five of you were gathered in the War Room, bundled up and ready to go. You and Jack led the group up the stairs, and you allowed Jack to open the front door. His jaw dropped in awe. 

“I’ve seen snow in movies, but this is so much better,” he whispered, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dampening a bit. The young angel wasn’t even a year old, but he had done so much in that short time. He deserved all of the small moments too. 

“Come on,” you grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the cold air. You fell into the white powder, laying on your back. Jack’s amused face came into view and you gestured him to do the same. He landed in the snow with a huff, turning his head to face you. 

“You know how to make a snow angel?” You asked, and he looked at you in confusion.

“I don’t quite know how to make new angels,” he said with a frown. You shook your head and smiled. 

“No, it’s a human thing,” you explained. The three men were standing on the side, watching you demonstrate the movements to Jack with a smile on their faces. When you had finished making your angel, you pushed yourself off the ground and admired your work. 

“Your turn, Jack,” you encouraged, and he nodded seriously. Soft powder was displaced by his perfect movements, and you cheered him on. When he had finished, you reached out your arms, pulling him up so he could see his snow angel. He frowned.

“It looks nothing like me,” he commented and you laughed.

“That’s because most humans don’t know what angels really look like,” you responded and Jack nodded his head in understanding. Suddenly, his arms were around you in a tight embrace.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said gratefully, and you hugged the young angel back just as tight.

“Of course, Jack,” you choked out, overwhelmed by the joy and adoration in the air. You felt something hit your back, and the sweet moment was ruined. You spun on your heels and glared at your boyfriend who smirked back.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Winchester,” you promised, and he grinned.

“Come and get me, sweetheart,” he teased before running away. You laughed, chasing after your boyfriend, your heart full of love and happiness.

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[horseshoe-bay-ledger]

Of Course

Like Athena from Zeus, this burst out of my head fully formed.

Horseshoe Bay is having a bit of a supernatural mistletoe crisis and guess where Nancy and Ace accidentally find themselves? Because of course they do...

(1145 words)

...

She should have known.

She should have known from the moment all the mistletoe started appearing in Horseshoe Bay.

People had been experiencing the adverse effects of choosing not to kiss under the mistletoe all over town. From broken bones to powerlines on cars—it wasn’t just any bad luck, it was supernaturally charged bad luck. Thankfully no one had died... yet. The situation was certainly escalating.

They had all been working on finding the cause of the issue but so far they had been unsuccessful. This had not been helped at all by George’s constant complaints that ‘it wasn’t even Christmas’.

Mistletoe was also somewhat ubiquitous when it comes to the supernatural. So that’s how they all ended back at The Claw trying to get through giant piles of books from the Historical Society whilst keeping the restaurant running.

Nancy couldn’t help feel exhausted by the problem. It was just another thing she needed to add to her metaphorical plate. Of course the superstition was real, it was Horseshoe Bay after all—what did she expect? What was worse, the mistletoe kept appearing in places no one had hung it because of course it did, she lamented. Of course.

And of course one had to appear at The Claw unbeknownst to the crew who were busy working the restaurant and trying to solve a supernatural mystery at the same time. And of course it had to appear right above the doorway to the kitchen.

That’s how Nancy, running back to the kitchen to grab something for a customer, ended up face-to-face with the last person she wanted to be in this situation with. Ace. He was holding an empty tub ready to fill with dirty dishes that thankfully created a little distance between them.

She went to hurry around him but Ace’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Nancy,” he said, flicking his eyes upward to draw her attention to the mistletoe that was now hanging above them both. As she looked at the mistletoe and back to Ace she felt a chilling sense of calm and resignation roll over her. Of course. It would always end up like this, with her getting exactly what she wanted but not in the way she needed it.

She could always take her chances with the supernaturally charged bad luck. This, in and of itself, felt like bad enough luck even considering the alternative. Even as she thought this she knew it wasn’t a viable option. Not with everything else going on in her world and having two of the only five people working to fix the problem standing under this particular mistletoe. Oh, and the mortal peril they might end up in if they didn’t… They couldn’t risk it. And from what she could read from Ace’s expression he had done the exact same calculation. Because of course he had. Sweet, clever Ace—always the level head.

He shifted awkwardly, not making eye-contact. Not that she was trying to make eye-contact either. She quickly glanced around to check that Bess, George and Nick weren’t within eyesight before turning back to Ace. And, with a steadiness she did not think she possessed said, “I, uh… okay, we have to just do it, right? Get it over with?” She heard the edge of uncharacteristic self-consciousness sneak into her words at the end. She wanted to be wrong. She wanted for Ace to suggest a better way out of this situation that she just hadn’t seen yet. But, of course, there wasn’t one.

Ace’s eyes just widened slightly, he nodded and sort of shrugged in what she thought was quiet resignation. Of course he doesn’t want this, she thought. She glanced at the floor and picked at her fingernails. Ace turned to place the tub he was holding onto the nearby bench and looked at her with the same slightly bashful expression that must be reflected on her own face. Great, this was just great. Thank you universe for your dramatic and cruel irony.

“Okay,” he said quietly, tugging nervously at his sleeve.

Neither of them moved.

“Okay,” she echoed, looking directly at him.

She still didn’t move, but Ace did.

He looked at her, then her lips, stepped forward and leaned down. There was half a second where she registered what was happening without fully processing what was happening. Then his lips were on hers and oh. The rational part of her brain completely disappeared alongside any restraint she had left. She was vaguely aware of her hands coming up to tangle themselves into Ace’s hair. And when he raised his hands to rest on her face and neck the mistletoe was forgotten entirely. She threw herself into the kiss and her thoughts were filled only by Ace. Ace, Ace, Ace.

It should have been a quick kiss. Unwanted supernaturally enforceable contract with the mistletoe fulfilled and they could move on with their lives. But this was Ace, so of course he had to go and deepen the kiss further. She completely lost all sense of self-awareness. She thought maybe she moaned into this mouth. That would be an embarrassing fact to deal with at a later time. A time when Ace wasn’t kissing her. Oh god, Ace was kissing her. She suddenly remembered where she was. And that this wasn’t real. She remembered why her friend Ace was forced to kiss her and that the rest of their friends might see them. She somewhat reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, utterly breathless and completely embarrassed by its intensity.

Ace didn’t pull away entirely. He seemed to be trying to catch his breath as well—she knew this because she could still feel it on her face. His eyes were closed and his hair was slightly dishevelled, hanging haphazardly across his cheeks. She resisted the urge to reach up and touch it again. Then his eyes opened and he was looking at her just softly searching, considering like he always does.

She was overwhelmed and couldn’t take it anymore. He was too close. She can’t fall into this rabbit hole. She needed to get out of Ace’s orbit before… Well, she didn’t know what, she just knew it wouldn’t end well.

“I... umm,” she found her voice and her words betraying her, “Table 6 needs fries.”

Ace’s brow furrowed slightly, at her probably, or maybe at some other part of this whole messed up situation. Then he seemed to click back into gear. He turned, picked up the tub he had set aside and quietly moved out of her way.

She looked at him for a second, still not quite able to decipher his expression, and then rushed through the doorway without a backwards glance. She didn’t want to know. She didn’t, she couldn’t. She could still hardly breathe.

They needed to solve this mistletoe crisis and fast.

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