#christmas fluff really is my jam

[baronessblixen]

23. Mistletoe kiss! (I think you know who)

Thank you for the prompt! This turned into a sequel to Christmas With The Scullys, but I think it can also be read on its own. It's very fluff.

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Mistletoe Musings

Gooey darkness greets him as he slowly comes to, trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes. He wakes up languidly, stretching his legs, amazed at how soft this bed is. How quiet everything is here. How wonderful it smells.

Wait.

Mulder opens his eyes fully, looking around. His head is throbbing in tandem with his heartbeat. Where the fuck is he and why is he not alone in his bed? First things first. This, he realizes seeing a picture of a very young Scully and her siblings – Bill may have grown, but he hasn’t changed – on the nightstand, is not his bed, or his home. The memories return to him in scraps. Hospital. Concussion. Scully’s car. Scully’s mother’s house.

The bed he’s sleeping in is Scully’s. The person he’s sharing the bed with is… Scully. His eyes are still getting used to the dark, but now that he knows, he can see her. The lump under the comforter is without a doubt his partner. This isn’t the first time they’re sharing a bed, but it’s the first time they’re sharing her bed.

He doesn’t remember why they put him up here in Scully’s room. Does her mother think they’re dating? Scully, still asleep, chooses that moment to scoot closer to him, sighing deeply. Her scent is intoxicating. So is her proximity. If his mind keeps going down this path, his head will soon no longer be the only thing throbbing.

What he has to do is get a grip. This is Scully. She brought him here because he got himself hurt – again – and he couldn’t be left alone. Like a child. He’s crashing her Christmas because he acted before thinking.

He should thank Scully and all his lucky stars that he’s here and alive, not dead in some ditch, or all alone in a hospital. His eyes find Scully and his mind stops racing. A smile breaks on his face, just watching her sleep. He shifts the tiniest bit closer to her, hoping she won’t wake. When she doesn’t stir, he wills himself to relax. His eyes watching her, he’s being pulled back to sleep, too.

“Why can’t we wake them?” Someone not too quietly whispers. “I want to see what Santa brought!”

“Shhh. Let them sleep a moment longer.” Another voice chimes in, more familiar and more mature. It must be Mrs. Scully.

“Huh?” Scully, who at some point during the night decided to use his chest as a pillow, wakes up and as soon as she realizes how close they are, she gasps. But she doesn’t move away. She glances at him, her mind playing catch up, and then she smiles.

“Good morning,” she says.

“Grandma, they’re awake!” Two Scully children exclaim and both Mulder and Scully turn towards the door where Mrs. Scully stands with the biggest grin on her face.

“You better hurry,” she says, chuckling. “These kids are in a hurry.”

“Aunt Dana and the fox are awake!” One of the children screams, running down the stairs.

“What time is it?” Mulder asks once they’re alone again.

“Early,” Scully replies with a yawn. “Too early. How’s your head?”

“Scully, why is your very Catholic mother not at all fazed that I’m in your bed?”

“I take it your head is better.” Her words don’t stop her from touching the bump on his head and he winces. “There’s not enough space with half my family here. Is your head not better? Do we need to go back to the hospital?” Her hand is still on his head, but now she’s cradling it.

“No. No, we don’t. You’re important to me,” he says, remembering saying the same thing to her last night. He wants to say it again. Needs to say it again. There are no painkillers in his blood. Even the adrenaline is gone. If she didn’t believe him last night, she cannot deny it this morning.

“You told me last night. Do you- do you remember what happened yesterday?”

“I know I said it last night,” he assures her. “I do remember what happened. Well, mostly. I know where we are, and I know who I am, and I know who you are. What else do I need? I just wanted to say it again so that you know I meant it.”

“Thank you, Mulder,” she says, blushing faintly. “I meant it, too.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He grins at her, his head moving towards hers. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that they were supposed to get up and go downstairs where a plethora of Scullys wait for them. But what he really wants is to drink in Scully’s sleep-tousled hair, her make-up-free morning face full of freckles, and her inviting lips.

“Mulder,” she says, his name sounding like a murmur. Her eyes flicker to his lips, letting him know that she wants this, too. But before their mouths meet, his brain fires another word at him.

“Mistletoe,” he says, right before their lips meet. “We talked about mistletoe last night, didn’t we?” Scully chuckles, her eyes closing briefly.

“We did.”

“I still don’t know if there is any downstairs.”

“I think it’s time you find out.”

*

They draw all eyes to them when they enter Mrs. Scully’s living room. For a moment Mulder isn’t sure whether he’s seeing double. He’s never seen so many people for Christmas. They’re everywhere.

“Finally,” a kid says with a groan, crawling towards the tree and the presents there. Scully takes his hand, leading him toward the couch where her mother is sitting. Mulder feels several pairs of eyes bore into him. Most prominently Bill Jr.’s. He swallows hard, smiling at everyone else.

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Scully says. “There really is not enough space here.” She motions to the couch and Mulder realizes she’s right. There’s just enough space for one more person. They can’t very well ask the old lady with her cup of tea to sit on the floor.

“I can, um, stand over there,” Mulder says, pointing. “It’s fine.”

“Don’t be silly,” Mrs. Scully says. “Dana can sit on your lap. Come on now,” she urges. “You’re going to miss all the fun.”

Mulder and Scully exchange a quick look. If they don’t sit down soon, they will make it worse. Though Mulder isn’t sure things can be worse now.

“Sit down,” Scully says, her voice soft. She touches his arm, letting him know it’s okay. This is at once a dream and a nightmare come true. But he sits down, the couch sinking under his weight. Mrs. Scully nods at him, smiling before she redirects her focus back to the children. The only person still watching them is Bill Jr.

Mulder’s head is throbbing but he ignores it, waiting for Scully to sit on his lap. His Scully on his lap. She’s light as a feather, feeling just right sitting here. His arms go around her waist of their own volition. She leans against him, throwing him a quick smile. As he watches everyone tear through their presents, wrapping paper flying everywhere, he wonders if this is happening or a side effect of his concussion. Last night, he shared a bed with Scully. This morning, she’s sitting in his lap.

“This one’s for you, Dana.” Someone hands Scully a present and he rests his head on her shoulder to watch her unwrap it.

“What a beautiful scarf,” she says. “Thank you, Aunt Sylvia.”

“It’s from Santa,” one of the children reminds her.

“You’re right,” Scully says, laughing. “Thank you, Santa.” She turns around to look at Mulder, still smiling. He’s never seen her like this, like Dana. Being around her family grounds her, mellows her. She’s the most beautiful he’s ever seen her.

“Happiness looks good on you,” he whispers.

“It looks good on you, too,” she says, wrapping the scarf around him. It already smells like her and he doesn’t ever want to take it off. She’s right: he’s happy. It’s been more years than he can count since he’s felt this peaceful on Christmas.

“I know you had no choice,” Mulder says, his voice breaking. “But thank you for bringing me here.”

“I wanted you here, Mulder. I could have left you in the hospital.”

“I need to find that mistletoe,” he says. As much as he wants to kiss her – and do it right now – it might just be the last straw for Bill Jr.

“Look around,” Scully whispers, making him shiver all over. He does. His eyes scan the whole room and then, finally, he sees it. Mistletoe right by the window. He knew he could count on Mrs. Scully. Now all he has to do is be patient. He’s grinning like a Cheshire cat, much to the delight of the other grown up guests. He hopes they don’t know what he’s thinking about. But even if they do, he can’t care. Not tonight. Today he will receive the greatest Christmas gift he can imagine. He will get to kiss Scully.

*

In the end, it’s probably no more than an hour. To Mulder, it feels endless. The last present is unwrapped, the children are happy and playing with their toys, and the adults are refilling their coffees to stay awake and alert. Mulder doesn’t need caffeine. He’s thirsty for something else. But Tara has grabbed Scully by the arm and now the two women are in the kitchen while Mulder hangs around the mistletoe by himself.

“So you are Dana’s partner.” A woman approaches him, holding a plate with cookies. She offers one to Mulder and he politely takes one. “I’m her aunt. I’ve been very curious about you.”

“Hmm?” Is all he can say with his mouth full of cookie.

“Maggie told me all about you and Dana. She was hoping you’d be here. I love Dana, but these last few years,” she trails off, sighing. “It was obvious that there was always something missing. Someone missing. It was you. It’s good to see my favorite niece smile again. Don’t tell Bill Jr. I called Dana my favorite.” She winks at him and Mulder smiles, trying to process what he just heard.

He doesn’t get much time, because Scully returns to the living room, walking towards him. He forgets everything else. There is no one else in this room but them. His head doesn’t hurt. The only reason his knees are weak is that Scully is smiling at him. She has a cup of coffee in her hand that she puts on the mantelpiece.

“Hi,” he says, his voice breathless.

“Hi.”

“I found mistletoe.”

“I see.”

“You know the tradition,” he says.

“I do. You should be glad Aunt Sylvia didn’t look up just now,” Scully says. “I think she might have a thing for you.”

“Hmm, too bad. I’m already interested in someone else.”

“Who?” Scully asks, but he steals the word from her lips. They meet in the middle with her on tiptoes and him slightly stooped. It starts out soft and gentle, a perfect first kiss. But when Scully’s fingers lock in his hair, all bets are off. He forgets that he shouldn’t be upright for longer periods of time. His knees buckle, but kissing Scully takes precedence over everything else.

“There are children present, for God’s sake.” It’s Bill’s booming voice that brings them back to the present, to Mrs. Scully’s house, and the various family members glaring at them.

“I’m, um, we- well.” Mulder tries to find words, but can’t. He wipes his mouth and Bill’s eyes narrow.

“The kids are not even paying attention,” Scully says. Everyone over the age of 12 is, however. Mulder has never seen so many women smile at him. He stands closer to Scully, knowing she’ll protect him.

“I said I’d try to be nice to him,” Bill says, looking him up and down. “But Dana, this is going too far.”

“It was one kiss, Bill.”

“Hey, don’t fight, please,” Mulder says, his headache returning with a vengeance. “I think I need to sit down anyway. I’m a bit dizzy.”

“I wasn’t thinking.” She throws Bill a dirty look and for a brief moment, the siblings battle a silent fight that Scully seems to be winning. She leads Mulder over to the couch where every Scully woman starts fawning over him. His very own Scully has her hand on his head, straightening the hair she mussed up. He grins, thinking about what happened mere moments ago. He wants it to happen again soon.

“He’s wearing lipstick,” Aunt Sylvia says, taking a sip from her coffee. “Looks good on him.” Somewhere Bill Jr. groans while everyone else laughs. Scully wipes the lipstick away with her thumb, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She’s not at all shy with him here, surrounded by her family. Even if she only does it to rile up her big brother, he doesn’t care. After all, he gets kisses. From Scully. He will never complain about that. Though he can’t wait to do this when they’re alone and Bill Jr. isn’t breathing down their necks. Quite literally.

“It really does look good on you,” she whispers, bringing him back to the present.

“Maybe I can wear it again later?” He asks, full of hope.

“Oh, you will be wearing it again later tonight, don’t worry,” she promises him.

#got long #i feel like i could have turned this into a novella #wish i were kidding #christmas fluff really is my jam #thank you all for being so sweet to me about it #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[gummydummy19]

Hi Gummy!<3

You shared that awful experience and I imagine...

Captain Sy and his insubordinate younger brother. His brother (let's say, Jim?) flirted with you in a pub. You don't really spark and he seemed a bit too slick for your liking, but Jim is persistent and (gradually annoying). It was not long before Captain Sy came barging in and took his younger brother home (and surprise surprise, Jim isn't reaching his drinking age yet XD), which is how you met. Maybe you met him again a few days later in the same pub, maybe you worked on a project that involves the military (hence Sy)

And somehow one of the worst encounters you have had in your life turns out to be the one in which you met the love of your life :3

Just a lil thot :3

JDHDKHCB JAM WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE THE BEST IDEAS I absolutely freaking love this oml

How I met your mother

Content Warnings: fluff, swearing, unwanted flirting (from Sy's brother)

Word Count: 1.9k+

A/N: Since we're in the middle of the holidays, I decided to give this a little holiday twist :)) Imagine this as a throwback to how you met your hunky husband Sy... In the throwback Jim is 19, Sy is 27, and the reader is 23. In the present Sy is 42, reader is 38, Jim is 34.

Alright? All clear? Everyone good? Let's get this party started then

The entire family was gathered around your beautifully decorated dining table. It was well past midnight, and everyone was stuffed full of delicious food and the expensive wine you saved for special occasions. Sy had his hand resting on your thigh as you both listened to his dad share stories of when he was in the Navy.

"Fuck!" you heard your 13-year-old son yell from the couch behind you, waking up your 9-year-old daughter who was dozing off on her dad's lap.

"Jacob!" you snapped your head back at him, but the boy just rolled his eyes at you.

He was playing some new zombie-murder-call thievery videogame he had gotten for Christmas, courtesy of his uncle Jim.

"Don't you roll your eyes at your mother", Sy stepped in, "and watch your mouth, or that game is going on the shelf till summer."

"But dad!" he whined

"No buts!"

Now it was your turn to put your hand on your husband's thigh, giving him a sweet look to let him know you'd handle it.

"Jake, why don't you come sit with us for a little bit, hmm? Haven't you played long enough?"

"Oh come on, let the kid have some fun", Jim chimed in, earning an angry glare from his brother Sy.

"Yeah and who better to teach him that than his uncle Jim, right?" Sy spat.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Jim shot back.

"You know damn well what that means."

"Dad?" your little girl tugged on Sy's shirt.

"Yes, princess?"

"Don't you think Uncle Jim is fun?"

"Of course I do, Maya, it's just that Uncle Jim used to give us a whole lot of trouble, just like your brother gives us right now."

"Hey!" Jim and Jacob groan simultaneously.

"Oh, I think Jim caused quite some more trouble than our Jakey", you defended your son, who had finally sat down next to you at the table. You gave him a loving ruffle through his brown curls, remembering what Sy's hair used to look like before he started buzzing it off.

"Yeah well, give him a couple years", Jim joked.

"What kinda trouble did Uncle Jim get into?", your little girl chimed in again.

The three of you exchanged some looks before you finally spoke up. "Oh, I can think of a few things, but my favorite one is the story of how your father and I met", you smiled.

"Oh god", Jim groaned, "Can't you just tell them about the pranks I pulled in college or something?"

"No no", Sy chuckled, "I quite like this particular story".

"I love storytime!" your daughter yelled out excitedly.

"I'm kinda intrigued now too," Jake agreed, grinning at his uncle.

Sy's mother gave her husband a look as she sipped from her herb tea and you knew she loved this story too.

"It was 15 years ago", you started, "Me and my friends had just graduated college that summer. By wintertime, a couple of us had started working, or even gotten married, so we decided to catch up right before the holidays"

Flashback

"I can't believe it's almost been six whole months since we've all gotten together" your friend Sarah chided before taking a sip of her cosmo. “I know, I’ve missed you guys like crazy!” You said honestly. The five of you sat there and talked for what felt like hours, sipping on cosmo’s and sharing the juiciest stories from work or dating drama. It was like no time had passed at all.

“Alright girls, I’m gonna go get another refill anyone else need anything?”, you asked as you got up to walk towards the bar. The drinks were definitely starting to get to your head, but you didn’t care in the slightest. This was the most fun you’d had in weeks.

With a fuzzy head, you made your way over to the bar, still giggling at a joke your friend made 10 minutes ago. Leaning against the polished wood, you managed to catch the bartender's attention. "Um, two... wait, no, three more of these," you mumbled in your slightly tipsy state as you shoved your empty glass toward him.

You were patiently waiting for your drinks when a young, arrogant-looking guy slid up next to you, "Hey there! What are we drinking tonight?" he asked and you rolled your eyes.

"Just a couple drinks with my friends" you replied curtly, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Just you and your girls, huh? No boyfriend?"

"Nope."

"Are you looking for one?"

"Nope."

"Hmm I see, more a hit and run kinda gal, huh?" he smirked.

Damn, this guy was annoying.

"Look pal, I'm trying to have a good time with my girls, alright?" You finally turned to look at him. He sure wasn't ugly, but not your type. Besides, he looked a little on the young side you thought and you started to wonder if he should even be in here.

"That's alright baby, I'm all for good times", he stated with a proud grin, making you roll your eyes again.

The bartender slid over your drinks and grabbed them quickly "I'm not your 'baby', now if you will excuse me", you pushed passed him but his hand gently grabbed onto your waist.

"Oh come on, don't be like that...", if your hands hadn't been full you would have smacked him in the face for sure. You looked down at his hands on you and then straight into his eyes.

"You have about two seconds to get your hands off me before you get covered in Cosmo's and my knee introduces itself to your crotch."

"I just-" he started and you got ready to throw your 30 dollars worth of cocktails in his face.

"JIM!", a loud roar sounded through the bar, grabbing everyone's attention, including yours and the guy holding onto you.

He quickly dropped his hands and took a step back from you as the man who just entered stalked towards him. The entire movement made you drop your drinks, but you were too startled to care.

"L-logan....the hell are you doing here, man?", the boy stuttered and his whole demeanor changed in a split second.

"Me? What the fuck do you think you're doing here?!", you let your eyes roam over his body as he yelled out. He was clearly older than you. And definitely older than the arrogant guy. It was obvious that they knew each other. You wondered how. They seemed like two very different guys. The older one had a casual confidence whereas the younger one had made up arrogance.

You stayed frozen in place as you watched them yell at each other. The more you looked at their faces the more you started to notice similarities. The older one was bigger, with quite a bit more muscle to him, but they had the same strong jaw and nose, and their eyes were the same gorgeous shade of blue. Could they be...

"Miss, I'm really sorry for my brother."

"I uhm,...okay, that's okay", you mumbled.

The man gave you a friendly look before sticking his hand out.

"I'm Logan Syverson, but everyone calls me Sy. And that's my little brother Jimmy. I'm really sorry if he gave you any trouble, he's been acting out a bit lately."

You shook his hand without breaking eye contact. The second your skin made contact with his you felt your stomach drop...weird.

"Hey, I'm not a fucking kid!" Jim yelled out, earning an angry glare from Sy.

"Then maybe you should stop acting like one, Jimmy. You really think I wouldn't notice you taking my fucking bike? Huh?", Sy yelled, "You're taking the truck back home. Gimme my fucking keys back."

Reluctantly, Jim gave Sy the keys to his bike and Sy gave him the car keys in return.

"You didn't drink, did you?" Sy asked with a raised brow.

"No, Logan, I fucking didn't. Okay?!" he snapped before turning around and storming out. While you heard the car door slamming closed and the engine starting outside, Sy turned back to you.

"I'm really sorry about all that..." he scratched through his brown curls before his eye fell on the puddle of Cosmo's on the floor, "Oh christ, uh, here, please let me buy you a new round," he said, already pulling out his wallet.

"Oh no, no it's okay really, you don't have to", you assured him.

"No, I insist. I promise I won't stick around to bother you or anything, but just let me pay for them, please?"

Now how could you say no to that?

"Alright then, if you insist", you gave him a sweet smile.

The two of you walked to the bar and as you waited for your order, you couldn't help but give him a once-over. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans and a black shirt with some old writing on it. He was much taller than you, and big...very big. With a mind that was still half tipsy, you couldn't help the words that left your mouth next.

"You know...", you started, getting his attention, "I wouldn't mind if you did stick around for a bit...to bother me."

You swore Sy's eyes twinkled for a second as you looked up at him. Of course, he found you attractive. You were probably the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Scratch that. Not probably, definitely.

But still, the gentleman in him wanted to politely refuse, given your clouded state and what his brother made you endure already, but then your hand touched his arm and your eyes found his. "Please? I insist", you pleaded, and Sy caved. "Alright then, if you insist...", he was only a man after all, and he could only take so much.

Meanwhile, at the girl's table, everyone was far too drunk and caught up in whatever story they were telling to have noticed what just went down. But all the giggling came to a quick stop when a tall handsome man towered over them with four cosmopolitans in his hand.

"Ladies, this is Sy", you introduced him, holding three more drinks, "My savior of the night, and the buyer of our next round."

End flashback

"Aww, dad was her hero!", Maya yelled out.

"He still is", you smiled, leaning into Sy and pressing a kiss on his shoulder.

"Hold on. So, you tried to hit on mom?", Jake turned to his uncle, "That's gross, dude."

"Alright, okay, I remember that story a little differently", Jim spoke up, looking even grumpier than before.

"He was just a teenager", you defended your brother-in-law.

"I was almost twenty", Jim stated.

"Yeah, that doesn't exactly help your case, bud", Sy spoke up, wrapping his arm around you as you tried to stifle a giggle.

"So what happened after that?", Maya asked curiously.

"Well, your dad was too nervous to ask for my number, so I asked for his."

"Hey! I was just trying to be a gentleman", Sy defended argued, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"Sure thing, hun", you grinned, "The week after we met up again in that same bar, and the rest is history."

"Is that bar still there?", Jacob asked.

"Actually, they turned it into a restaurant, but it's still called Mickey's."

"Hey, isn't that where...", your son started

"Where your dad proposed to me, yeah." you smiled fondly. "and we still go there every year on our anniversary..."

The end

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home for christmas (d word matty x reader fluff)

another christmas75 fic! pre-dating, but only just. it'll make sense when you read it lmfao. also i love this pic of matty literally god bless jack antonoff. enjoy <3

practically jamming his knuckle into his eye in an effort to wake himself up, matty slowly drags his suitcase out of the lift. he brightens up a bit when he sees you in the lobby - well, sees your tiny face, looking as sleepy as his own, poking out between the fabric of your beanie and hoodie and floor-length puffer jacket. as he gets closer to you, his heart skips when you smile sweetly at him, and it's all he can do to stop his legs copying it.

he manages to keep his cool, though, plopping down on the sofa next to you and matching your smile. “morning. you feeling a bit chilly, darling?”

“ha ha,” you roll your eyes, deadpan, and matty giggles. “you haven't been anywhere without central heating yet. s'fucking freezing outside.”

“why were you out?”

you lean forward to lift a takeout drinks holder matty hadn't noticed on the coffee table. “to get these.”

“oh. thanks,” matty takes his cup from you, slightly crestfallen. “i thought we were going to go on the coffee run together, though?”

shrugging, your face contorts into a bashful smile that wipes every other thought out of matty's head. “didn't want you to get cold. and i figured you'd be tired after the show last night, so not making you wait for coffee was a good idea. oh, also,” you rifle through your jacket pocket and procure two sugar packets. “there you go.”

“thank you, darling,” matty squeezes your hand as he takes the sugar. “god, you really are freezing. i almost feel bad that you went out in the cold to get this.”

“almost?!” you roll your eyes again, but the smile - that fucking smile, the one that's had matty wrapped around your finger since the day you met - doesn't leave your cold face. “i'm waking you up to come with me next time, for that. you almost feel bad. christ.”

“do it,” matty smirks. “i think i'd be much more agreeable if i woke up to your face, actually.”

he isn’t lying. ever since he had that dream about falling asleep spooning you last month, waking up to a bed without you in it has been dreadful. mornings like these where you're the first person he sees are lovely, of course, but matty thinks he won't truly be happy in the morning unless he wakes up to your face burrowed into his chest and his lips on your head.

judging by the way your eyes and smile both widen almost imperceptibly - he notices, though, of course he does - matty thinks you might actually want that too. and, frankly, he's glad he's sitting down: that realisation would've swiped the legs from under him, otherwise.

your snark back at him is also suggestive of your mutual (!!!) crush. “well, in that case… i might have to request two keys for your hotel rooms on the uk leg. are you agreeable to that?”

fuck me, matty thinks; whether that's an exclamation or a request, he isn't sure. both, probably. he takes a sip of his coffee, then clears his throat and prays his voice doesn't wobble and give him away. “quite.”

“well, we'll see how long that lasts,” you giggle, and matty wishes he could bottle the sound. “given that i've been thinking about taking up running in the new year, and i'll force you to come with me.”

matty snorts. “you won't.”

“too fucking right i will, matty. if i'm doing it, you - as my designated coffee run companion - are too.”

“no, i mean you won't take up running, darling.”

you frown. adorably. “why not?”

“it's just so not you,” matty giggles. “why'd you even want to do it?”

your upper lip snags as you shrug. “just feel like i'm not doing enough cardio at the minute.”

“right,” matty does his best to keep his voice and face neutral despite his stupid fucking horny brain firing off images of you and him doing a different sort of cardio. get it together, healy, you arsehole. “i don't think running's the way to go for you, though, babe.”

“probably,” you ponder. “maybe swimming, instead, then.”

great. now he's thinking about you in a swimsuit, hair soaked and slicked back, water dripping down your body as you exit the pool like a fucking bond girl and make your way over to him and-

christ, what is going on with him today? he needs a distraction. something. anything. aha. “wait a minute. are you drinking an iced coffee?”

“mhmm,” you take a long drink of said coffee, as nonchalantly as matty’s ever seen you.

“but… darling, it's december,” matty splutters. “you can't just have a normal latte?”

“nah. s'too hot.”

“eh?”

you shuffle round to face him, leaning on your arm. “you know how you aren't meant to put freezing hands under hot water to warm them up? it's too shocking to the skin or whatever?”

matty squints. “yeeeeees?”

“well, that. if your drink’s too hot and you're too cold, it's too shocking to your insides.”

“i've genuinely never heard anyone say that before.”

“s'pose i'm one of a kind, then,” you grin.

in a tone far too soft for the conversation, matty replies. “yeah, you are, darling.”

“you're too sweet,” you beam, putting down your coffee and holding a hand out to him.

matty takes it eagerly, eyes widening when his skin makes contact with yours. “and you're like actual ice! jesus, babe,” he reaches for the other hand, holding them both tightly in his own to warm them up. “thank god i'm here.”

you laugh loudly, collapsing into a full fit of the giggles when matty overexaggeratedly blows on your hands to make them even warmer; when the giggles fade into soft hums, you look at him with such tenderness that he almost has to look away. “m'gonna miss hanging out with you every day, you know.”

the words are like a flaming arrow to matty’s heart - the reminder you're going separate ways (albeit temporarily) is piercing, but the revelation of your affection towards him sets every nerve ending in his body alight with joy. “me too, darling. and i can't believe we're not getting on the same flight home today, either. m'gutted. you're the only person who doesn't stress me out on planes.”

you turn your intertwined hands over so you can gently rub the back of matty's with your thumb. “i know. but it just made sense for me not to fly into london - saves me getting an extra train back to my mum's, or driving. speaking of, when are you going up north?”

“christmas eve. driving back down to mine on the 27th.”

“i'm heading back to my flat that day, too,” you nod thoughtfully, then your face brightens. “d'you want to do a coffee run on the 28th, then? i'll get the train up to you. and i'll bring your christmas present.”

the relief that washes over matty's body upon confirming when he'll next see you is so strong it's almost embarrassing. he nods enthusiastically. “as long as you don't mean an actual run, then yeah.”

“thought we'd decided running wasn't for me?”

“oh, that's right. well, in that case,” matty grins. “see you on the 28th, then.”

“fab. and then… you're going to g's at new year, yeah?”

matty nods. “and you're NOT! traitor.”

“oh, shut up. i can't let the girls down, i haven't seen them in months,” you roll your eyes. “but i'll pop down for a bit after i've been out, definitely,” your face turns serious, and you look down at the tiled floor. “um, matty, can i ask you a question? you don't have to tell me, but… i want to ask. just to, like, make sure we're sort of on the same page.”

matty shuffles in his seat to look at you properly, a cocktail of curiosity and apprehension mixing itself in his stomach. “of course, darling. you ok?”

“yeah! i'm fine, i just,” you sigh, and tentatively meet his gaze. “i was wondering if you're taking anyone to the new year's party.”

oh. 

you're asking him if he likes you. like, like likes you.

this is good. no, actually - this is great. possibly even… perfect. because, obviously, he does. he really, really does.

fuck.

matty opens his mouth to talk, but you continue babbling nervously. “i'm sorry if that was out of line, and you don't have to answer at all, like i said, i just wanted to make sure i wasn't misreading the situation but if i am then i'm so sorry and we can just forg-”

“no, no, it's alright, darling, really,” matty says, squeezing your hand. “no lines crossed, no pages jumped, no misreading. i'm not taking anyone to the party, no. just me and a bottle - well, three - of wine.”

you exhale, cheeks lifting into a relieved smile. “ok. good. thank you.”

“s'no problem, darling. and, just to clarify,” matty smiles in return. “are you bringing anybody with you?”

you shake your head. “just me. won't even have any wine. i'll have cigs, though.”

matty giggles, fighting the urge to kick his legs back and forth when you join in too. “well, looks like we'll just have to hang about with each other, then, yeah? can't have a drink and not smoke, no chance.”

you wink. his body feels like it's taking a screenshot. “see you there, then, healy.”

#mads muses #mads does writing #christmas75 #d word matty #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #matty x reader

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Worrywart

Notes: Okay not all of my prompt replies are going to be ANYWHERE near this long probably BUT this has been sitting in my drafts for a while AND will technically contain the ask from this anon for kiss prompts:

I hope you enjoy, nonnie

Warnings: Fluff! Domestic Bond and Pup from the Old Dog ‘Verse

Summary: Regardless of having his own place, Bond hardly ever occupies it. His mail (the little bit that he gets) is directed to your flat. He has no clothing at his flat; M's bulldog token to him now sits on your mantle, beneath the television, beside the framed picture of Holly and Bernard in their Christmas costumes. 

"Are we getting up?"

"...Not yet," Comes James grumbling answer. It's mumbled against the nape of your neck as his arm tightens around your middle.

"We'll have to at some point," You glance back, "Holly and Bernard need to be walked."

"They're still asleep."

"How do you know that?"

"They'd be scratching at the door if they weren't. They're as impatient as you are."

"Really?" You smile, "I think they take after their father in that respect." You squirm as James pokes your middle.

"It's too early to bicker, Pup."

"I don't think it's ever too early for that."

James hushes you, snuggling closer.

"I've just gotten back, love. I'm not in the mood."

Your teasing goes soft with the endearment. You hesitate before you shift, rolling over to face him. Once he realizes that you're not rushing to get up, James loosens his grip just enough to allow you to adjust. He smooths his hand up under your shirt as you settle back down. His eyes are still closed; his blonde head is dimly haloed by the sunlight pushing in through the curtains behind him. You raise a hand to cup his roughening cheek, careful to avoid touching the small cut on his cheekbone.

"...You didn't tell me how it went," You murmur.

"It's not important.”

"It is to me."

"...It was fine."

"James."

“Don’t be such a worrywart.”

He turns his head, brushing his lips along your palm. You push a soft sigh out through your nose, closing your eyes. The two of you lay there in the early morning quiet, settling back into sleepiness for a little while. When you hear the scratching at the door, you lift your head, glancing back toward it. You grin as James groans, turning his head and pressing his face into the pillow.

"I've got them,"You offer.

"Hang on,"James uses his grip on you to tug you closer. His eyes are still closed, and you smile as his lips blindly seek out yours. He brushes a kiss to your chin, your cheek.

"You've almost got it—you've almost—" You giggle, grinning when his lips finally smooth over yours. You curl your fingers under his jaw, kissing James warmly. The touches linger, lips slipping tenderly along one another's—until you hear Holly whine.

"Okay," You murmur, drawing back from James, "I can't hear that, it breaks my heart."

"You're such a soft-touch these days," James sighs, flopping back in bed. You reach down, tweaking his nose before you stand, heading for the dresser. You get changed into joggers and a comfy sweater before you sit on the edge of the bed to pull on socks. You have to fight the urge to giggle as James' foot nudges along your thigh.

"Having fun back there?"You ask.

"Get back quickly."

"So bossy. We'll see what the babies want to do."

"Must I bat my eyelashes and say please?"

You roll your eyes, turning to look at James, and grinning when you find him gazing at you sleepily.

"I'll put the coffee on before I go out," You reach down, patting his calf before standing.

--

When the puppies (they're not really puppies anymore, but they'll always be puppies to you) charge back into the apartment, you hear the scratching and scrambling of paws charging for the kitchen.

"You're lucky it wasn't raining out," You call out as you shrug out of your coat. 

"Oh?"

"Mm. I'd've had to wipe down their paws. I'd be making you mop up the floor right now."

"I checked before I put their food out."

"Good boy, old dog," You tease as you stroll into the kitchen. James shakes his head a little bit, a smile adorning his lips as you lean in for a gentle peck. James' arm snakes around your middle, tugging you closer before you can pull away. He groans softly as the kiss grows deeper, his tongue slipping between your lips. You loop your arms around his shoulders, gently pressing them into his skin before drawing away. You smile, sliding a hand up into his sleep-mussed hair.

"Love that you've neglected a shirt this morning," You tease.

"The apartment's warm enough."

"Mm. Giving the neighbors an eyeful."

James chuckles, nudging your nose with his.

"Don’t be jealous. Coffee?"

"Please."

James lets go of you just long enough to push a mug closer to you on the counter.

"You're a saint," You mutter, stepping back.

"Innumerable sources would disagree with you," James comments, heading for the fridge. You push yourself back to sit on the counter, glancing over to where Holly and Bernard are chowing down.

"I'm surprised you're up," You admit.

"Of course I'm up. I was told there would be coffee."

You smile, watching James putter around the kitchen. He still has his own flat, but it’s simply to keep up appearances at HQ. It's all for show; Mallory is more than aware of your entanglement with the double oh these days. He hasn't acknowledged it openly, but in your time working as a handler, you've come to recognize his displeasure or disapproval with a look. You'd had one such a look when you'd returned from your brief excursion helping Breanna. Of course, that disapproval may've been related to your undertaking a non MI6-related mission and potentially endangering a relationship with a foreign government by acting alone...Or it would've be interpreted as such, if Mallory's eyes hadn't darted from the back of Bond's head, then to you, narrowing slightly in the process.

Regardless of having his own place, Bond hardly ever occupies it. His mail (the little bit that he gets) is directed to your flat. All of his clothing is in your dresser and closet; M's bulldog token to him now sits on your mantle, beneath the television, beside the framed picture of Holly and Bernard in their Christmas costumes.

"How hungry are you?" He asks.

"Slightly...Don't forget, we're going to Eve’s tonight for dinner."

Bond grunts, and you can't help but grin in turn.

"C'mon, you love it, really," You tease, "It's good for you to socialize, old dog."

James shoots you a sidelong glance as he rifles through the fridge before he turns back, taking out the eggs, bread, milk, and setting them on the counter.

"What are you making, then?" You press.

"French toast."

"You're too good to me."

--

“There you are—Christ, hurry in,” Eve insists. “You look half-drowned.”

“I couldn’t get away from the office,” You sigh, “And then once I did, I couldn’t get an uber. They kept cancelling.” You shrug out of your coat, glancing down at your damp top. Maybe Moneypenny has one that you could borrow.

“About time,” Bond drawls from down the hall. You cast him an irritate glance, grumbling, “Don’t you start.”

His amused smile drops away as he gets a proper look at you, and he straightened up, sliding past Eve. You watch as he pulls his jumper off, his undershirt untucking slightly and revealing a thin strip of his belly.

“Bond,” You sigh softly as he steps closer, gesturing for you to remove your damp top. You glance toward an amused Eve, her grin wide as James shields your body with his. You hurriedly remove your shirt, hanging it up beside your coat before you let Bond pull the warm jumper down over your head. You catch on the scent of his cologne as he does, reveling in the warmth of him as you push your arms through the sleeves.

“You’re such a worrywart.”

“I should’ve brought you a spare,” Bond grumbles to himself as he draws the thick fabric down over your sides.

“You couldn’t have known I’d need one.” You gaze him with a warm, chastising smile before you reach up, cupping his cheek. “Thank you.”

James leans in, giving you a warm, gentle kiss before drawing away, his warm nose nudging your chilled one.

“My god, Bond,” Moneypenny sighs, leading the way into her living room. “Who knew you were such a romantic?”

#James Bond x Reader #James Bond x You #James Bond/Reader #James Bond/You #James Bond fic #James Bond imagine #Old Dog

[mikaleialt]

Coming Back to You | Minah Lee

Minah Lee x Reader

Cw: angst, smut, fluff. MDNI. MERRY CHRISTMAS @taruusmoon. <3, also I was waiting for Minah to poat the perfect picture for this pic and she finally did, look at how fucking hot she is!!!! And happy birthday to my girl Minah Lee.

"I'm just saying that I wish you could make time for me, even for just 10 minutes!"

Here you are again, you've been arguing with your girlfriend, Minah for the nth time this week. You two were supposed to be on a date today, but she ditched you last second because she "forgot" that her team had a scheduled meeting earlier on the same time of your dinner reservation at this restaurant.

Now you're both here in your apartment, 4 am in the morning, fighting like a wedded couple once again. Minah just got back from their "meeting" which you found out that is actually a party from the fact that your girlfriend reeks of alcohol.

"Babe, you know that we've been busy with the show right? We all need to be better, do you hear what people call us? We weren't even acknowledged by the other contestants, they were just calling us 'Bada and her students'." You scoff at your girlfriend's alibi, seriously you can't even comprehend how she could say that while slurring over her words, completely obvious that she is drunk.

"You don't have time? YOU DON'T TIME?" You couldn't contain your anger anymore, "YOU DON'T HAVE FUCKING TIME, BUT YOU HAVE TIME TO GO DRINKING AND PARTYING WHILE I WAS WAITING AT THE RESTAURANT FOR 2 FUCKING HOURS?!" Tears are streaming down your cheeks, when Minah sees this, something inside her snaps almost like her system sobers up immediately.

"Baby I—" you cut her off "Let’s break up" You said it, you finally said it.

You didn't let Minah say anything else as you already walked out off your apartment, leaving her behind.

That was 4 months ago, you moved back to your parents in Busan after your break up, you didn't even bother going back to your apartment for your things, knowing that you're just going to see Minah once again.

2

But fate has a different plan for you. You've blocked Minah on every single social media you have, and even her phone number, but you're still somehow in touch with her leader, Bada as she is also your dance mentor. So when you received a text from her, inviting you to attend the On the Stage: Busan concert of SWF 2, your mind is split in two.

You balanced out the pros and cons of your options: You want to go to show your support to your dance teacher, but you'll see your ex again; but you can go there and show that you hold no ill will towards her, but you are also not ready to talk to her again.

You sighed in frustration as you picked up your phone and typed in your response, you just hope that you won't regret this later on.

Now here you are, sitting amongst the crowd as the teams of Street Women Fighter 2 performs on stage. You are thankful because you get to watch the performance live and you didn't get to see Minah for the most part, trying to focus on other dancers like the international crew, Jam Republic and Tsubakill, and a some dancers you're close with like Harimu from 1Million and JJ from Deep 'N Dap.

You were screaming, cheering on everyone's performance, but that is until one of the audiences' most awaited performance: Bebe's Global Artist Performance.

Cockiness (I like it) by Rihanna started playing as the stage lights illuminated the 7 girls on the center of the stage, they were all wearing a burlesque inspired outfit which really suited each one of them. You looked at the big screen and the camera immediately focuses on the person you've been wanting to avoid the most

Minah did her iconic intro once the music start and everyone around screams. You wanted to divert your focus on the other members but after seeing your hot ex girlfriend dance in that outfit, you felt your heart flutter for the first time again, almost forgetting the fact that you guys broke up a few months ago.

Not too long, the concert then concluded, all the SWF 2 teams says their goodbye to the audience and finally made their way to each to their changing rooms.

As you are on your way out of the arena, your phone buzzes from your pocket, indicating you received a text message. You fished out your phone and seeing the notification was from Bada

"There's an after party tonight, wanna come?"

You are in the same situation again as when you are invited by Bada to attend the concert. You balanced out your options once again. With the concert only you can see Minah, but you can't interact with each other which you are grateful for, but going to the after party would mean that you will be seeing and interacting with your ex-girlfriend, and that is too much for you.

You were about to type in your answer, when a familiar voice calls out to your name.

"Y/N~!" You looked at the direction where you heard the voice and saw the tall woman running towards you.

"Unnie I—" before you could even say anything she immediately pulled you to the van where the rest of team Bebe is already at, making you seat next to Lusher who is sitting next to Minah. Guess you don't really have a choice.

Just great. You thought to yourself, the rest of the Bebe girls are all talking to each other with you occasionally joining in but you couldn't really say anything else, not when you literally feel the presence of Minah near you. You are thankful enough that Lusher is seated between the two of you.

Or so you thought...

"Y/n-ie can we switch seats, I don't like seating in the middle" You looked at the poor Lusher, she's getting pale due to the uncomfortable situation. Reluctantly you let her switch seats with you, but as soon as you sat down once again, your body tenses up as soon as you brushed your arm against Minah.

She looks at you and offered a bittersweet smile before looking outside the window, minding her own business. The light from the streetlights outside cascades on Minah features, you can't help but stare at her, her now black hair that used to be dyed orange suits her better, and you can see that she wears a subtle dark eye makeup, similar to the make up she wore on their performance.

You were in a trance as you stare at her until you heard snickering behind you, Kyma, Che-Che and Sowoen were right behind you, laughing at how awestruck you are at Minah. Minah heard this also and looks at you before looking at the girls at the back.

The giggling stops as you all arrived at the party venue, the rest of the teams are inside already. Once you got in, you noticed that the members from the other teams also have their own plus one, some are their close friends, while some seems like their partners as you noticed Babysleek’s husband is also here.

The party went on, people drinks and get drunk, some dances and grinds to each other on the dance floor, and soon you too finally let loose and starts partying.

It was way past midnight now and the party is still at its peak, ‘though some are already passed out aka mostly the youngest of each team except for Haechi and Rena who are still partying like wild animals on the dance floor. You however starts to gets dizzy as the song Meddle About by Chase Atlantic blasted on the speakers, the alcohol finally getting through your systems as you now feel quite high from drunkenness. Nevertheless, you still kept dancing on the dance, grinding on the person you now failed to recognize due to the alcohol.

Unbeknownst to you the girl you are shaking your ass on is none other than Minah, her hands are on your waist as she guides your hips to match her rhythm. “Fucking hell, Y/n you’re driving me crazy” she whispers against your ear. Only then do you recognize the voice but instead of flinching away, which what you would probably do if only you were sober, you lean in more to her touch.

Your back against her chest, as you sway your hips against hers, her hands loosely wrapped around your waist while your left hand sat above it, meanwhile your other hand is reaching for her face, trying to keep her head close to yours as she whispers sweet nothings to you.

“You are so fucking beautiful…” She takes in your scent as she presses her lips on your neck before dragging her tongue against your skin. An inappropriate sound escapes from your lips and you can feel your ex-girlfriend smirks against your neck as soon as she heard it.

Her hands traveled down to your pants and started touching hour aching pussy through it. You leaned your head back more, you almost forgot that you two are still in the middle of the dance floor, thankfully everyone is drunk enough to simply ignore what you two are doing.

~~~

“Fuck…taste so good”

Here you are now, your pants now draped below your knees as you sat on the bathroom’s sink, becoming a moaning mess as your ex-girlfriend dives in between your soaking wet cunt. Tongue deep inside you accompanied by two of her fingers, simultaneously thrusting in and out of you.

“M-Minah f—uck” You couldn’t contain your moans, the effects of the alcohol finally subsided, you are now more sober than you were earlier, but now you are high on pleasure as you are about to reach your orgasm.

“Taste so fucking good. I miss this pussy of yours” Minah muttered against your folds “did you missed getting eaten out like this baby?” she dives right back in and you replied with only a pornographic moan, which only encourage Minah more.

“Such a slut for me. Tell me did you regret breaking up with me?” Minah said as she thrust her fingers inside you in a fast pace. You are already fucked out of your mind, couldn’t even construct a proper sentence as you nod your head vigorously.

“Use your words, Y/n” she looks directly at you eyes, and you did the same. You saw that behind the lust in her eyes lays a sense of hopefulness, hoping that you are telling the truth.

“Yes—YES FUCK! I miss you so much, I’m sorry I left you—ack” You are cumming, you really are close. Minah thrusted her fingers faster, while she busied her mouth once again on sucking your clit. Soon a wave of pleasure gushes on your nerves. Your breathe staggers as your legs shakes from the orgasm, your juices sprayed on Minah’s face, god she even managed to make you squirt. Minah stood up from her position and went up to kiss you which you willingly accepts.

“Please give me another chance, Y/n… I promise I’ll be better, I’ll never leave you alone again.” You saw the sincerity on her eyes and you answered her by pulling her again for a kiss.

Outside the bathroom is a poor Tatter who has been wanting to go to the bathroom for quite some time now, only to be welcomed by the moans of her best friends.

A/n: there you go @taruusmoon, I figured to just post it on Minah’s birthday instead but this also serves as your late Christmas present hope you liked it <3

#minah lee x reader #minah lee fic #minah x reader #minah lee #bada lee fanfic #bebe #bebe x reader #swf2 x reader #swf 2 x reader #swf x reader #nique's ask #bada lee x reader #bada x reader #bada lee x y/n #lee bada x reader

[divinenanny]

Feedback Fest 2024: The Nanny recs!

It's International Fanworks Day today, and @transformativeworks is asking for fic recs! (for more information check out their post!)

The Nanny is a very small fandom, I have 1872 fics (from all sites, including RUNHP via the Internet Archive) in total, and just 407 of those are on AO3 (including crossovers in which The Nanny is not the main fandom).

But despite being a small fandom we are and have been blessed with amazing writers. I have had trouble limiting my recs to just 10. My recs cover both CC/Niles and CC/Fran as ships, most are rated E/M so check the rating if you care about those things. In no particular order:

what would you do (if they never found us out) (affectionately known as wwyd) by @groovebunker - CC/Fran - In Progress - CC and Fran cannot keep their hands off each other, starting with being locked in the wine cellar. They're together and figuring this relationship out. The writing is amazing, the characterization spot on and @groovebunker introduced and convinced me of CC/Fran as a valid ship and I am forever grateful to them.

i like you (a latke) also by @groovebunker (I recommend everything by them but want to highlight these two) - CC/Fran - Fake dating and a hanukah party at Sylvia's. So sweet. So comforting. So lovely.

Christmas Special by @7billionneedles - CC/Niles - An amazing advent project, publishing a chapter a day in December 2023. They are at least 60% responsible for getting me through that month. Also fake dating, a little mystery, a little adventure and so much fluffy loveliness. And long, I love long. It was great reading this a chapter a day, and rereading it was even better.

The Hell Of It by @7billionneedles - CC/Niles (ish) - Major Character Death - MCD is not my jam. But this one. This one. It is so beautifully heartbreaking. Making me cry ugly tears in just 1259 words. If you can handle MCD, read this one. Now.

With Luck Like That by @tayryn/Tayryns_tower (restricted) - CC/Niles - Niles accompanies CC to a weekend away to woo some backers, and instead they woo each other. All kinds of shenanigans, lots of spice, but also romance and fluff. A great comfort read.

In Vino Veritas by @seariderfalcon - CC/Niles - The summary covers it: Blame it on the alcohol. Six times Niles and C.C. let liquor loosen their inhibitions and one time they didn't need it. Many lovely kisses, eventually matching up with canon (yay, Dummy Twins).

How Will I know (If She Really Loves Me)? by @enchantedslothh - CC/Fran - In Progress - CC meets Fran in Flushing the day Fran is fired from the bridal shop. Fran goes to work for the Sheffields, and the story pretty much follows canon, but it is CC and Fran starting a relationship (and CC is a lot quicker than Maxwell). It is lovely to see canon through this lens.

vignettes from the kitchen (and the couch) by @itsfantasticallyhomoerotic/iffoundreturntomissbabcock - CC/Fran - CC and Fran decide to fake date to make Maxwell jealous. Well, that never back-fired in the history of (fan-) fiction ever :D

Life As We Knew It by Aninsomniac1999 - CC/Niles - Lots angst, dating other people, not admitting that they belong together.

normal days on upper east side by uppereastsidegirl - CC/Niles - In Progress - Lots of scenes between CC and Niles, during canon. Great to see them in the spotlight. This fic is translated, so does have some grammar/spelling issues, but it is worth it.

Special mentions I couldn't fit in anymore: it's all there in black and white by @groovebunker (CC/Fran journalist AU, in progress), Enemies With Privileges by @7billionneedles (CC/Niles, during canon)

Also, if you want, you can check out my own fics on AO3 (all CC/Niles).

#feedback fest #ifd2024 #fanfic recs #fic recs #the nanny #cc x niles #cc x fran #cc babcock #niles the butler #fran fine #ccbds #cc babcock defense squad

[kairoot]

⁎⁺˳ winter wonderland. a winter series.

⟢ includes: drabbles & fics for winter ➖ genre : fluff mostly ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, some fics may include themes of christmas

posted ! : uploads every day until the 25th , post when i can !

milan’s note: inspo by www-jungwon ! , (FOR BONUS CHAPTERS — requests are open ! give me your name or name you’d like to be called, your scenario, and who you want it to be with)

with: atz, enha, skz, txt, soloists, etc.

❅ ❅ ❅

day one : hongjoong and your kids bake cookies for you and.. fail.

day two : hanging up the Christmas tree but maddox helps

day three : in which san comes home with some new plushies for your baby

day four : in which you wanna play in the snow but yeonjun has other plans..

day five : seonghwa just can’t seem to get out of bed

day six : heeseung comes to see you perform

day seven : in which seonghwa offers you some warmth and a walk home

day eight : sunghoon comes home for the holidays

day nine : cheering up niki on his birthday

day ten : taking care of san while he’s sick

day eleven : bangchan and you share a bed to “conserve body heat”

day twelve : hyunjin teaches you how to paint while you’re snowed in

day thirteen : sharing a new years kiss with crush!keeho

day fourteen : window shopping with heeseung in a cute little town

day fifteen : making up with jake on christmas eve

day sixteen : in which hueningkai gets crafty with your present

day seventeen : teaching leeknow how to wrap gifts

day eighteen : going shopping with jay cause he loves spoiling

day nineteen : making seungmin recreate his baby photos for holiday cards

day twenty : roommate!taehyun brings home two gifts in one

day twenty-one : joshua gets a little tew flirty while you’re baking

day twenty-two : a tipsy vernon attempts at getting you under the mistletoe

day twenty-three : building a snowman with jungwon but you and the ice have an incident

day twenty-four: you and maddox jam out the night before Christmas

day twenty-five : opening presents with niki

❅ ❅ ❅

milan’s note: i will try my best to upload on time. no promises because of my schedule with school and practice :)

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© KAIROOT 2023 — please do not steal, translate, or repost my work.

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[writersdare]

Strawberry Jam | Calum Hood

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader (she/her)

Summary: The winter holidays were simply the best for both Calum and Y/N, especially when a heating problem in their house occurred.

Warning: fluff, friends to lovers

Word Count: 2 208

Author’s Note: Who knew it’d be so hard for me to write fluff! But I really wanted to come up with something light this time. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, and the story will make you smile! Requests are open ♡

Winter was quite a magical season. Even if some people weren’t exactly in a celebratory mood, usually it’d change, as Christmas atmosphere was rather contagious. The gatherings could be tedious, but it still felt amazing to share happy moments with the ones you loved, see smiles on their faces and hear glass clinks with bubbly drinks.

That winter was particularly special, as Y/N was spending the holidays with a close group of friends. When she just moved to LA, the girl didn’t really know anyone, but with time she befriended four amazing guys who honestly changed her life for good. Y/N was introduced to Michael by their mutual friend, and since then they started to hang out. Often the guys would go touring, and they’d miss each other desperately, that’s why holidays together seemed like something very sweet, almost exceptional.

Through the half of the past year Y/N got to know the guys better, and maybe deep down she wanted one of them to be more than a friend. Things were complicated, though, with work and simply them being public figures it wasn’t easy, and often, coming back to such thoughts, Y/N was realizing it was safer to leave everything how it was. Secretly, however, she hoped for Calum to make a move on Christmas Eve, but it didn’t happen. It didn’t happen on New Year Eve either, and then just five days were left before them going back to LA. 

Sometimes, when it was getting lonely at night, Y/N would consider to open up her feelings, but in the morning the idea seemed rather ridiculous and maybe unnecessary. Calum had never really crossed any friend boundaries, they’d flirt sometimes, jokingly, and that was it. Y/N didn’t want to ruin their relationship and, honestly, that what really mattered. She couldn’t imagine not talking to Cal after a wrong move. She couldn’t tell if the feelings were mutual.

The house they all stayed in was truly beautiful. Soft yellow lights of different kind of installations were illuminating the yard and making the mood even more festive. Y/N was sure if that place was participating in Christmas competition, it’d definitely get its prize. 

Everything seemed perfect until a heating problem in the house occurred. It wasn’t that bad during a day, but as Y/N wished everyone a good night and came to her room, she realized she was simply freezing. Naturally, the temperature was dropping at night, but that knowledge wasn’t really helping.

The girl changed into sweatpants and a sweater and got under the cold sheets of her bed. She was trying to remind herself that it would get better eventually, but it was still hard to fall asleep, so Y/N turned back on the night lamp and glued to her phone. Getting used to the cold a little bit, the girl was debating whether she needed to try to fall asleep again or to go downstairs and make tea. The second option didn’t seem smart, as she didn’t want to wake anyone up or to go to a toilet in the middle of the night later. Silly thoughts were running through her head, when someone knocked the door carefully. 

The girl froze with her phone in hands and frowned a little, staring at the door and trying to figure out who it could be. 

“Y/N? Are you sleeping?” she heard a whisper, and the girl hurried up to leave her mobile on a bedside table and open the door.

In front of her was standing sleepy, wrapped in a blanket, Calum, holding a pillow.

“Hey. Can I sleep with you tonight?” he wrinkled his nose a little, thinking how to bring the news smoothly. “Just… my neighbors…”

“Noisy?” Y/N chucked and let Cal to come in. Everyone was coping with the cold in their own way, it seemed.

“You don’t even wanna know,” the guy sighed heavily and looked around. “You were awake?”

“Yeah, can’t fall asleep,” she said honestly, closing the door and going back to bed, moving her blanket to the left side, so Calum could lie normally next to her. “So cold.”

“I know,” he whispered and lied down. “Here,” Calum suggested his blanket. “We can share.”

Y/N smiled shortly and suggested hers, too, so they could use both.

Cal moved closer, and they almost hid each other under the sheets. Y/N turned off the light, feeling much warmer right away.

“You weren’t sleeping, too, or they woke you up?” she asked, nuzzling his shoulder as she was lying on a side, facing him. Calum’s hand was resting on the girl’s back, but he wasn’t allowing himself to lower it down. They were extremely close to each other, and Y/N trusted him, so he wasn’t planning to change that. After all, he was a gentleman, even though could be a naughty one at times, too.

“No. I couldn’t fall asleep at all,” the guy mumbled and smirked, when heard Y/N’s quiet laugh. “What’s so funny?!”

“You just said it with such an offensive manner, like a baby,” the girl kept giggling.

“A baby?! Did you just call me a baby?!” Cal jokingly outraged and pulled away a bit to see Y/N’s face. “You are just lucky your neighbors aren’t going crazy in there, alright?”

“Don’t be jealous, Cal,” she kept teasing him. “They are in love and want to be closer.”

“Woah, since when are you so romantic?” he giggled back. “The cold really did something with your brain,” Calum sighed and lied on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Rude!” Y/N pushed him in the shoulder jokingly and smirked, still smiling though.

“Don’t say that, I’ll take back my blanket.”

“You are aware that I’m going to do the same then, right? And you’ll die from cold.”

“So annoying,” he sighed heavily, smiling.

“I mean, you still can come back to your bedroom.”

“No, thank you,” Cal smiled wider and all of a sudden pulled Y/N closer to him, squeezing tight. “Good night?” he asked and then just couldn’t help but tickle the girl a little.

“Don’t you dare!” she gasped and giggled. “Good night, Calum. Now you can sleep peacefully.”

“Ha-ha,” the musician smirked and touched her forehead with a nose. Maybe he was even little glad it was that cold, so he could use that as an excuse to be closer to Y/N…

The next morning, though, the girl woke up alone. For a moment she even thought it was just a dream, but then Y/N realized she was still covered with two blankets, hugging a pillow next to her. Lying in bed for a little longer, the girl checked time — it was surprisingly early — and left the bedroom. Going downstairs, she noticed Cal on the kitchen, making… pancakes. An open floor plan of the house helped Calum to notice Y/N even before she fully went down the stairs.

“Nope! Go back to bed!” he ordered in a funny way, whispering.

“What?!” the girl whispered back. “Why?”

“Because. I’m making us breakfast in bed, it’s not going to happen if you aren’t in bed, Y/N.”

The girl smirked. Well, he was speaking the truth there.

“Since when are you making pancakes or breakfast in bed, Calum?”

“You want to eat or not?”

Y/N chuckled and run back upstairs, smiling. Calum’s behavior was slightly surprising, as he had told her before he hated cooking at first place, but oh well, seemed like cold didn’t freeze only her brain after all…

Honestly, though, Y/N didn’t mind to come back to bed, as it was still early and everyone was asleep, besides it was much warmer under the sheets.

In ten minutes, she heard a knock on the door and then Cal appeared.

“So, I followed the recipe on the Internet, it should be good,” he promised and put a tray with two plates of pancakes, jam and cups of coffee on bed.

“Woah, Calum. You’re a real chief,” she smiled and set on the bed. “Careful,” Y/N warned. It’d be a disaster if they flip the tray by accident, even though a rather expected one for both of them. The girl was clumsy, and Cal was making an excuse that he got that habit just after her.

“Yeah, careful, Y/N,” Calum smirked, shamelessly teasing the friend. The friend… that made Cal to think for a moment, so the girl noticed the change on his face.

Sometimes Calum felt like an idiot. He wasn’t a talkative guy, but he never found it difficult to communicate with people. He had good friends, had been in romantic relationships, some of which were truly nice and some were so bad that it made him reconsider the idea of being in love. In any case, no matter how hard it was, he never felt so little in the world like with her. And it wasn’t something negative, it just was extremely different. Cal could be himself around Y/N, could be quiet, could be funny and silly, it didn’t matter, she’d answer him with the same warm smile. And yet, when he tried to make a move – or at least he hoped it was obvious – he was getting lost. He was getting almost shy. Sometimes the guy wanted to sigh loudly and ask directly, outraged, what she was doing to him, why she was turning his head upside down every time they’d make eye contact with each other.

“Why such a long face? I mean, I know you like apricot jam better, but strawberry isn’t that bad,” Y/N joked, trying to come Calum to his senses. She wondered what he was thinking about, but didn’t want to push him.

Cal only chuckled and looked at Y/N with his warm brown eyes.

“I mean, I just really like apricot jam,” he smiled and finally tried the pancakes. Y/N was already eating.

“It’s not bad, Calum, I like strawberries, just try it,” the girl giggled, remembering how at the very first day of their arrival he had made a whole drama show about wrong jam on a shelf and how delivery had messed up. No doubts he had sent a one-star review after that. 

“It’s not bad, it’s just not better,” Cal joked back, being still partly not there but in his thoughts. The guy dipped the pancake into the sweet jam and brought it to his mouth. Another second and the jam was on the sheets…

“Damn it!”

Y/N just burst into laughter.

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful?” she teased him, being even proud that it was him who messed up first.

“Better help me, huh!” Calum giggled and took few napkins to clean the fabric, but it wasn’t really helping, and his fingers became sticky.

The girl kept laughing quietly, apparently enjoying Cal’s frustration. If she only knew he messed up because of her!

“It’s your fault, by the way,” he mumbled.

“How come it’s my fault?!” Y/N outraged jokingly.

“Because,” he sighed and threw away the napkin, then focused the eyes on hers. It was the time, otherwise he’d just go crazy. “You smile, and I can’t even hear my own thoughts. Everything becomes vivid. Each time I tried to get it right… all I could say was some stupid joke, which you’d laugh at anyway, and I’d lose again a chance to try it one more time to… to make myself clear.”

“Calum, what are you talking about?” Y/N smiled shortly, feeling like her heart started to beat faster all of a sudden.

“I’m talking about… feelings. Feelings I’m having for you, Y/N. And I know it’s the most ridiculous moment to tell the truth, but if I don’t do it now, I won’t do it at all. I’ve never considered myself a coward, and yet here I am…” he looked down. The girl was silently listening Cal. “I really like you, Y/N,” he sighed heavily as if it was physically hard to say those words. “And I know we are friends, and I totally get if you… Well, if you say I’m just imagining things, but–“

“You are not imagining,” Y/N interrupted Calum, seeing how much he was struggling to find the right words, not to scare her away. The girl put the tray on the bedside table and turned back to the musician. He wasn’t looking anywhere but her. “You are not imagining,” she repeated. “I like you, too, Cal. I was thinking to tell you that but didn’t want…”

“To ruin the friendship,” he smiled a bit, finishing her sentence.

“Yeah,” the girl nodded.

“Do you think then we can just build something next to it, rather than ruining anything entirely?” he asked. Calum was always a master of words, and Y/N only chuckled, smiling happily.

“I like that.”

“I like that, too,” Cal smiled and hesitated only for a second before covering the girl’s lips with his. The kiss was careful, but full of feelings they were hiding from each other for a while. Only when there was no air left to breathe, they pulled away, and Calum looked at Y/N’s eyes. It still gave him butterflies. “You’re right, the strawberry jam is actually quite tasty,” he smiled wider, and the girl just covered his plum lips with hers once again. 

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[bobobeom]

we need to stay strong, brothers.

genre fluff, college student au, beomgyu is down pathetic

brief desc beomgyus just so in love he needs to mentally choke himself so he wont vomit all the worlds poems about beauty and light to you

made this for my creative writing class and my lecturer shared my opening line to the class!! i wasn’t expecting validation so i was vv obviously unprepared when she asked me to talk ab this rrr… also ofc the version i submitted did not have beomgyu (characters were nameless and pov was 3rd person)

word count: 381 listening to — paris by taylor swift

Love confessions threatened to spill out of his mouth, but he was quick enough to wrap the imaginary red string of fate around his neck before humiliation marked his existence forever. Beomgyu promised himself just two more months—if, in those two months, he finally sees that you look at him the way he does, then he’ll say it. Men need to be strong. Keep your emotions at bay was what his dad used to say. He didn’t really get it, but he’ll do it because his refusal to vocalise his feelings for you isn’t cowardice… It really isn’t!

Blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil going on inside the man to your left, you ignored the two clenched fists in front of his face and continued wiping the strawberry-pink stains from his sleeve. He struggled to keep his face away from yours when his dad’s voice echoed through the bustling cafeteria only for him to hear.

Men need to be strong.

Stiff as a board, Beomgyu sat there trying to focus on the ugly, neon lights their faculty put up for Christmas. Your hands paused for a moment to process a question some guy on the table threw at you—something about the group’s plan to visit the zoo next week? He directed his eyes towards the hands he kept clenched in front of him as some sort of emotional support. You didn’t seem to mind anyway, so might as well just keep it there for his sanity.

Why you had been wiping his sleeve for 20 minutes now (it was 5 seconds) was something he couldn’t answer, but it’s fine, he could take it. Until you discovered that fruit jam was particularly hard to remove from a shirt and pulled his arm close to see better.

Men something something strong something something.

Every centimetre lost between you two drove him closer to slamming his face on the table and forever changing the trajectory of the cafeteria’s lives.

Beomgyu had almost finished calculating the cost of raising three kids and a dog when you stopped wiping. You turned your head to the rest of the table, continuing the conversation about that animal farm your friends wanted to visit. One squeeze of your hand around his and suddenly the invisible string around Beomgyu’s neck comes undone.

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[thekinkyleopard]

How the Wolf,

Snuffed Christmas

A Holiday RemixLevi Special!

Based off a Prompt! An @aller-geez Request!

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Contagion M, Snz Fic, Sniffles, Cold Fic,

Sick Fic, Fluff

Description: This Fic is Loosely based off a prompt by Mimikusu.

Remi and Levi are long distance lovers who met online when they were teens. Now they’re adults and they can finally meet up! So the leopard flies the wolf out for Christmas to enjoy the festivities together as they both had come from broken families. Remi however, has come down with something gnarly, will it ruin the holiday magic? Can he hide it?

Levi practically bounced where he stood in the airport lobby waiting patiently for the sight of his long distance on and off boyfriend. For years the two were crazy about each other but due to distance they would often go back and forth between dating and just friends. They were obsessed with one another though and never went a day without talking. This time, Levi had saved up enough money to fly the man out, and he was more than excited to finally meet the other he’d been talking to since he was 13.

He stood there, waiting, and waiting before he saw him. The tall raven haired man came walking with the swagger of a mafia boss, glaring at each passing citizen that bumped him. It wasn’t long before their eyes connected, and they each broke out in a huge smile. Levi took off into a full sprint toward the large man, and immediately flung his body onto him like a spider monkey. Clinging to Remi’s body the two embraced each other tightly and without reserves, or hesitation Remi brought their mouths in for a heated, passionate kiss. When they pulled away, Remi pressed his forehead to the other’s and smiled deeply. “Heya, Kitten,” both of them out of breath and just happy to see each other.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Levi squeaked as he twirled to the other’s side and reached for Remi’s one suitcase.

“Hey! Don’t you dare! Gimme that,” the man swooped the leopard’s hand into his own threading their fingers gently together before his other gripped hold of his own suitcase. “ANYWAY, where we headed?” Asking Levi with a charming side smirk that caused the smaller’s heart to race the moment he saw it.

“I figured we could go down to the Mall actually! There’s a Christmas Market happening this whole week there and I thought it was would be super fun to go to!” Remington’s heart dropped and he immediately wanted to get on a flight back home. He hated Christmas anything, his mother had ruined it for him. Every year she’d go on a tangent about how his dad left them with nothing and that’s why Christmas always sucked and there’s no gifts. Then she’d get doped up on horse and pass out. Happy Holidays.

Yet, when he looked down at the other’s excited face twisted in joy he couldn’t dare shatter that. So he nodded. “Okay but can we possibly go tomorrow? I really need to shower and get settled before I go walking around,” he chuckled loosely, scratching the back of his neck nervously, hoping he wasn’t disappointing the other in this moment.

“Good idea, we can go early and enjoy the whole day! They have a pumpkin pancake breakfast that is to die for but it’s only in the morning at the Cinnamon roll shop! So we can do that !” The cat was practically radiating with excitement and Christmas joy. Remi, not so much, but every second he was around the beaming cat, it didn’t NOT lift his spirits a bit.

The two of them sauntered quickly through the airport and out the doors toward the parking garage so they could start their Holiday Magic.

Two Hours Later

Remi and Levi were laid up on the couch watching Home Alone, hanging out in their jams. The wolf had his arm slung around the smaller’s shoulders, the cat snuggled comfortably within the crook of his boyfriend’s arm pit. “This is so fucking nice….” The white haired male sighed sweetly, squeezing the larger’s hand that was clasping his own.

“I have wanted this for so long, you have no idea,” Remi replied with a light chuckle, but something felt so unsettling about this perfect little pocket of happiness. His head felt hot and there was something off…? Scratchy? Unpleasant? He couldn’t place the feeling that was building within the base of his throat, but it wasn’t good. He knew that. He’s felt this before. Casually, trying to avoid drawing attention to himself, the man coughs into the crook of his free arm. “Sorry, heh, smokers lungs,” the blue eyed male looked up at the larger and noticed a hue of red splashed across the older’s face and raised a brow curiously.

“You sure? You look a little flushed there baby,” he reached up to try and attempt a temperature check, but the wolf slyly gripped his wrist and pressed a passionate, irresponsibly placed kiss upon the smaller’s lips and immediately melted within it. The black haired male rolled his tongue across the surface of Levi’s lower lip, before pulling back an inch, with a trail of saliva still connecting them.

“Just struggling to keep my hands off you…” he distracted the other smoothly in his flawless succession of avoiding being sent to quarantine. He was probably fine, just long day and jet lag.

“Oh yeah? I can’t be too mad about that,” the leopard smirked, wiggling his eyebrows before slowly sliding into the larger’s lap.

Another Hour Later

After rolling around the apartment against each other’s bodies for the first time ever since they started dating, both men found themselves naked, and sprawled across Levi’s Queen size bed. Sure they’d had FaceTime fun and sexted often, but this was a new level of intimacy that really escalated the way Levi felt about the large man, and vice versa. Speaking of, the leopard was completely passed out as the clock turned to 2am, but Remi lay awake, staring at the ceiling with an aching suspicion. If he went to bed now, it was certain he would awaken with a headache, leaking nose and burning fever. He just knew it, and it would be a miracle if the small male didn’t wake up feeling the same exact way. He knew all too well it was irresponsible, what he did. Defiling his lover like so while knowing damn well he was coming down with a horrible hankering cold, but fuck he needed him. It had been years, and nothing compared to being with him physically at last. He was hoping he could ask for forgiveness later.

It was fine, it was probably not that big of a deal in reality. It was probably just a light sniffle and throat tickle, and he could still go about his day. No biggie. He could keep it a secret, and it wouldn’t ruin the festivities he was reluctant to be apart of. He took a deep breath in. For him. He’d do it all for him. His head turning slightly to gaze upon the leopard’s peaceful sleeping face. Yeah, he could do it for him. No problem.

The Next Morning

Remi awakened, to an empty bed. He almost panicked, was it all a dream? He didn’t actually save for months and wasn’t in the loving arms of the boyfriend he had been dying to meet for years? His heart racing he quickly sat up, and regretted it. Why? Two reasons. He wasn’t hallucinating, or dreaming, he really was in Levi’s home, visiting but also….his head swam with disfunction, his vision going in and out of clarity as the pounding centered his now awakened cranium. He sniffled, his nose noticeably agitated. It was worse than he had feared. He was sick, sick.

The sound of energetic Christmas music echoed down the hall, and he already could assume where it was coming from. Sighing with deep dissatisfaction with the state of his current depleting health, the wolf tried to sit up, but it only made the throbbing in his head more profound. He winced, his half lidded eyes squinting in agony. “God fucking damn it…” he hissed through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw. How was he supposed to go out Christmas shopping under these conditions? He can’t. That’s how. He slumped back into bed, and closed his eyes….what if he just like, slept it off a little longer? That could work right? As he felt himself slowly drifting away from his consciousness…Levi came barreling through the door, the sound of Christmas music much louder now as it echoed from the leopard’s Bluetooth speaker attached to his belt.

“Rise and shine sleepy head! It’s time to get our holiday spirit on!” Giggling happily the white haired male pounced onto the bed and thusly, atop the wolf. “Let’s go let’s go!” He shook the larger loosely, who truthfully, wanted to die.

“Hnnnn….” He groaned in protest as he continued to lay put, the cat giggled, only finding this display to be rather humorous before sliding to a stand and yanking the covers clear off the other.

“No, hnnnnn….up! Let’s go! Pumpkin pancakes! Buying Christmas sweaters, decorating the tree….lets go !” The raven haired man growled from deep within his chest as the cold air left goosebumps across his skin. The sudden feeling of being cold, wasn’t just its usual chill, but like he might freeze to death. He shivered. Finally, leering his eyes open and sighing with exaggeration.

“You’re lucky you’re cute….” He said, peeling himself from his stomach to his back as Levi happily grinned ear to ear.

“I am, aren’t I?” He giggled kissing the man atop the tip of his nose. “Get dressed, I’ve got coffee ready, just gotta get this show on the actual road!” Clapping his hands, the man was already dressed in a soft pair of cashmere lounge pants, along a baby blue sweater over a grey tank and some grey moccasins. Something casual, warm, and eventually, he’d swap the top out for something more festive. He was all “Gumdrops and Figgy Pudding” while Remi wanted to stick his head into a fryer and call it a day. Alas, he did sit up, despite his body screaming at him to stay horizontal.

“I’ll give you some privacy! Meet me in the kitchen~” Levi winked at his lover before bounding off, taking all his energy and Christmas joy with him. Leaving Remi as an empty husk, his throat tickling and constricting the longer he was awake.

“Please….Not now…” he begged as he tried to scratch the itch that persisted by rubbing the blanket across his nose violently allowing the clicking crackle of his cartilage to fill his ear drums. It was almost sweet relief, until he pulled away. It attacked him like a criminal on the street, just out of complete left field. He sneezed. “iit’shHIEW!! H’iish’ue!” Twice into the open air in front of him, taking him not only by surprise but by force. Even if he had wanted to stop it from coming out, he couldn’t have. He snuffled with a moistened schluck of snot down the back of his sinuses, trying to get a grip on himself. He shook his head, mouth a gap as he couldn’t breath through his newly stuffed nose.

“I’b fugged….” He snorted, coming to a stand and sliding his bare arm across his glistening and dampened nostrils, god they were so full. “You god did Rebi….jus be cool….” He took a deep breath in through his mouth, but something about the cold air surrounding him made his throat close up and with another surprising blow, he sneezed again. “Hnkt'KNXTuhh! Hnnnn….” A fine mist of saliva escaped him, he tried to keep it back but it washed around him like a spritz of Febreze. He complained afterwards, digging through his bag, wiping his nose every 20 seconds to keep the mess within him contained. How much longer must he endure this session of agony? Digging out a black shirt, his orange hoodie and some black jeans, he begrudgingly and unwillingly, got dressed. What a nightmare. It took him far too long to get dressed and it was concerning to the cat waiting on him in the other half of the house.

“Rem? You okay?” He called out to the room, asking with a slight edge of nervousness. Did he hit his head and pass out? Or simply fall back asleep?

“Yeah, I’m comin!” There were signs of life, not just the slightly muffled sounds of surprise coming from within. Yes, Levi had distantly heard Remi sneezing but he didn’t think much of it, probably just adjusting to the smell of the man’s plug in scent. Either way his mind was less on Remi himself and more of what he planned to do with him! It was going to be a magical day full of holiday joy and spirit.

However once the two of them were in the car, driving in their way to the festivities, Levi noticed an undeniable shift in the larger’s demeanor and overall attitude. He was silent. Almost as if he was pouting in the passenger seat. “What’s wrong?” The cat asked reaching over to touch the man’s knee while he drove the vehicle with his other hand.

“I just….Christmas brings up a lot of stuff for me…no biggie, don’t let me ruin the vibes though,” he tried to reassure the cat by brushing off the inner trauma that was boiling inside him along side his sickness. Normally, he could push away the sad boy feelings but with the feeling of his illness getting worse, his gut churning with displeasure, it was harder for him to ignore all the bad feelings he was consumed by. Essentially, turning him into a stick in the mud. Yet, it didn’t seem to phase Levi even in the slightest, he could only smile tenderly and grab Remi’s hand, squeezing it with reassurance.

“It’s okay, holidays are hard for me too….but we have each other this year, and we will make new memories!” There it was, that sparkle of positivity and light that Remi was always so drawn to when it came to the leopard. He could almost swoon and melt but if he let his guard down for even a split second, he would be caught up, and the festivities would be ruined. Today Remi had a choice…..ruin the magic with his strengthening illness or suck it up and make this holiday the most magical season of Levi’s whole life. Should he choose wisely, it could benefit them both. He looked over and smiled, genuinely over at the freckled man.

“Yeah, you’re right….” The moment between them lingering before they pulled up to the parking lot. The whole place was decked out in heavy Christmas decor, wreaths, lights and tinsel all strewn about the lights and buildings. “Wow it’s like Santa came down and threw up all over the place,” he chuckled, earning a decently enthused giggle from his mate.

“Isn’t it so pretty though?” Parking the vehicle in one of the hard to find, by this point in time, spots amongst the lot. “Oh man I hope we didn’t miss the pancakes!” Almost now completely in a rush as the cat pulled the key out the ignition and basically hopped from the vehicle. “Come on Remi!” He urged the other while Remi took a moment of silence to himself, he brought his index up and tickled his nose, just enough, just right…a little to the left… “hh—hEhTXSSHhh’ih!”finally…he had to indulge if only a little, or else who the fuck knows when he’d blow. Quickly trying to rid his face of the evidence he cleaned himself up, sniffled loudly and proceeded to force his way out of the car. “Let’s fucking do this….” He motivated himself before his feet hit the gravel of the parking lot. Once the ball was rolling the two of them, hand in hand, made their way inside, if not at a slightly rushed pace. Levi really wanted those pancakes.

“Have you had their breakfast before?” Remi asked curiously as he was more or less dragged toward the large shopping building.

“My mom, my sisters and I would come here for Christmas before things got really bad….” He smiled softly, remembering the the times with them fondly but happier to make new memories that weren’t tainted by the reality of what happened next. “I haven’t had these pancakes since the year Erin died,” his voice much more solemn as he remembered the void her death had left in their family. Remi sniffled against the cold air, one part from the oozing illness that leaked from his orifaces but in part because, he knew the story of Erin. How she overdosed and it shattered the entire family apart. Connie ran off with some dope dealer, his mom took her own life 2 years later and Levi was left to celebrate the holidays, alone.

Things weren’t always perfect before but they were decent enough…the hard days he would escape and Remi was always right there waiting for him on the other end of the screen. He relied on him. He felt whole again, when he was standing with him now, hand in hand. Determined to reinstate the things he loved about the holidays! The larger squeezed Levi’s fragile palm in his own calloused and roughened one, looking over and down at those cerulean beauty’s, he smiled, hiding the slick sound of “sNdf…” with a followed cough. As if that was going to make a difference, but regardless he grinned “well I can’t wait to try these magical pancakes then,” in return he received a brightened Levi, who’s eyes shut to relish in the feeling of the other’s positive validation.

They got up to the restaurant and Levi looked around before getting the attention of a nearby waitress. “Hi, Miss? Did we make it in time for the Christmas breakfast?” The woman stopped and looked around first, and at her watch second.

“Oooo 10:02 you just missed it, I’m so sorry,” instantly Remi felt bad. If he hadn’t been so resistant to get up, they’d have made it. If he had just simply gotten out of the damn bed, and didn’t fall back asleep….the wolf narrowed his harsh emerald eyes and then cleared his throat.

“You sure you can’t make an exception? It’s not that difficult to make like four more pancakes right?” He scoffed, almost with an aura of swagger to him, Levi bit his lower lip, his gaze turning back and forth between the two. The lady crossed her arms against her chest and raised a thin eyebrow.

“Sir, if I serve you up past the cut off time, others will also want to, and that opens us up to serious criticism that we could face backlash for next year….maybe next time, get out of bed earlier,” Remi almost stepped back from the heat this lady was putting off. Did she just? Did she just SASS him?

“Alright lady, you can try without the cunty ass attitude next time,” he spat back at her before very abruptly, and aggressively shoveling the rack of brochures over, papers scattering across the restaurant floor. “Let’s go babe, I’m sure I can probably make you something better than these jackasses,” mumbling crossly under his breath before pulling the cat from the scene altogether. Levi blinked a few times, before getting the chance to process he found himself outside the restaurant now and the distant sound of Christmas music echoing inside the mall.

“Remi, that was kind of mean…it’s not her fault we missed the time,” Levi looked up at the wolf now who was practically cartoonishly steaming from his ears. However, the combination between Levi’s words and look on his face immediately caused the large man to break.

“Fuck….you’re right….sndf…” He snuffled gently, looking away, he felt embarrassed, he couldn’t keep his cool for ten seconds and just called that lady out of name for some fucking pancakes. He sighed. “I’m really sorry about that….look let’s go look for those sweaters and I promise, either I can make you some pancakes later, or we can try again tomorrow for pancakes…I fucked up, that was on me….I felt bad cause I didn’t get up in time….I took it out on her,” he shook his head, looking down at his feet, he scratched the back of his neck. What was he going to do? The rage only built up so fast because truthfully, the small walk from car to building wore him out. He was getting impatient with this cold brewing inside him, taking control of who he is.

Yet with determination to keep it at bay, he swallowed it to have a better experience with his boyfriend. “I forgive you, Rem, it’s okay, we all have our moments….we can try again tomorrow, I know you’ll really like them…and we can bring the waitress an apology gift as well,” the wolf did not like this idea, he wanted to sink into a puddle and throw a fit. However, he restrained himself well, he even put on a tender enough smile, and said

“Good idea, Kitten,” pulling the smaller male into his chest with a swift motion, and kissing him on top of his white hairs. Levi giggled holding closely to Remi for a moment before reluctantly pulling away. Lucky for the wolf, as the wild strands of hair had just started to rejuvenate that once faded feeling of needing to sneeze.

“Christmas sweaters????” His face beamed again, there it was. He managed to bring that gleam back to his favorite person’s face, it couldn’t get much better than that. A good enough distraction, well, motivation to eat whatever was brewing upward. Nodding with a low chuckle he agreed, taking each other hand in hand again before making their way swiftly toward the first store decorated in the appropriate festivities, Spencer’s. They didn’t have to look very far before they ran face first into the holiday attire up for sale in the front of the store. The cringiest, most foul sweaters painted their eyes and immediately it warranted a loud cackle from the white haired male.

“Oh my god I want this one,” a blue black and white themed Christmas sweater with, well, festively decorated dicks all over it, with the words “All I want for Christmas” sprawled crudely along the top of the holiday peeni. Remi almost choked on his laughter, shaking his head back and forth. He wanted to lose himself in this moment completely, but he could feel that feeling again, making itself more and more known through each passing second. His head burning, knees weakening and mouth salivating. He was going to crack. He needed to press on but his body was rejecting him. Doing what he could to swallow it, he scanned over the options of sweaters before landing on one he actually liked.

“Okay but this one? I like them real big and sprucey? Too good…” his hand draping over the red material of the sweater he was pointing out. They both shared another moment of giggles and chatter as they shuffled through the different options. “I don’t know, I still really like thick and sprucey…..” trying to be slick, he turned his head, and snuffled into his jacket, “SnDdf…” Levi noticed the action but didn’t think too much into it, as he figured, maybe the wolf was trying to place a scent. There were a few bad ones that wafted past them. The cat ignored it, looking back to the sweaters.

“Yeah I don’t blame you, I really like the dicks one….” Pausing in contemplation before he chirped again “Lets get em!” he nudged the wolf with his elbow, the raven haired man raising a brow before smirking at his boyfriend with approval.

“Bet,” he pulled out his wallet and handed the leopard his card. “On me, go get em… Imma look at their band tees real fast,” Levi nodded before scampering off, and truthfully, Remi did want to browse the shirts, but in reality, he just wanted a moment alone to….

Looking around once, twice, he brought the back of his hand up to his nose and began to violently scratch at it, pushing it into circles, the flesh of his hand getting wet with ick. “Fuuuuu….” He almost moaned it felt so good. As much as he wished this was a solution, it really only made matters infinitely worse because that small itch turned into a very pronounced sensation. Static started to fill his brain, and his eyes began to water….the incense burning throughout the store was also not in fact helping him fight it off. Levi was still in line….it wouldn’t hurt to just… “-h’dtTISHh! ,” he covered his mouth with two palms clasped around his face, allowing whatever mess he left, to scatter across his hands. He pulled them back but the light caught his slowly opening eyes and once again found himself lurching forward “HI’DTSCHIEW!” This was much louder and caught the attention of another nearby customer.

“Bless you!” She said kindly, nodding her head in his direction. Remi ignored it. He had to get himself back to normal, he had to find the strength inside his soul to swallow whatever was still wanting to burst out of him. He groaned, wiping his nose on the inside of his sweater, then his eyes against the hem of his sleeves. He looked over in the small mirror by the hats and found himself looking presentable enough under the dense lighting of the store. Having just gotten it together he turned around, spooked to see Levi standing there bag in hand.

“What if we put these on and took some photos with Santa??” The male wiggled back and forth with his hands gripping the handle of the store bag, twisting it with excitement. The other’s eye twitched. A photo? With Santa? He wanted to rip his own arms off and eat them over taking a picture with Santa but the second he made any sign of dismay at the idea, Levi’s face also fell a bit. Shaking his head and hands Remi panicked.

“No no it’s fine I just….I look terrible….” He muttered trying to be as truthful as he could. He did. So he thought.

“You’re handsome! Stop that!” He frowned and furrowed at the other. Remi took a deep breath in and plastered the best smile on his face that he could.

“Thanks Kitten, alright, let’s go get that photo,” he really would absolutely do anything for the cat, including swallow his own rage and pain to give the man a lifetime of a happy memory. He swore he wouldn’t allow himself to ruin it, and this was him holding himself to that. They left Spencer’s and crossed the mall in order to get in line at the photo station with Santa and the “North Pole”. While inching closer to the front every few minutes, Levi pulled out their sweaters and encouraged Remi to slide off his hoodie for an exchange. He did so, but at what cost, for the fabric slid and tickled his aching nose on it’s way off. Oh god. It was gonna happen again wasn’t it? No he had to hold it in….or should he get it out before? He panicked. Now he had a time crunch and a decision to make in it.

Was he supposed to sneeze right now and play it off like he’s just allergic to something in the air or wait til after the photo and risk blowing his top on Chris Kringle? What to do what to do….he pulled the sweater over top his head and Levi did the same. He was still locked in choice paralysis, unable to decide which of the two options would make more sense but it was too late by the time he figured he could confidently make that choice….he and Levi were up next. “Okay just pose with Santa and on the count of 3 say Merry Christmas!” The employee dressed in a cheap elf costume tried to speak with enthusiasm but just the same as Remi, they both did not wanna be here. He took a deep breath and walked toward the strange man in the Santa costume. It’s fine. It’s no big deal.

In fact, he felt like it was going away after all, maybe he would be able to have one good memory of this mall trip. He stood on the left side of the man’s throne and Levi stood on the right hand side, both men posing with a cheerful grin, but as the camera man began to count down. 3….

Remi scrunched his nose, trying to fight it, but it only got stronger. He did it again. 2….this time a larger circle and putting his all into it. Nothing worked and by the count of 1 as the flash hit his eyes, he was already mouth wide open. “Hd’IZTSsHHhhh’ih!!!” Loudly and rudely the mist of sick and saliva sprinkled across the unsuspecting Santa‘s face, the camera capturing the horrendous moment forever in a single shot that would certainly be pulled out every year for a laugh. The look of absolute disgust written across Kringle’s face, Levi standing there innocently smiling, blissfully unaware of how this photo was going to turn out, and Remi, slacked jawed, one squinted eye, one buldging…sneezing across the man himself. Mr Clause. He would be apologetic, but he just felt shameful. “I’m….so fucking sorry….” He admitted to the stranger who only blinked twice and immediately worked to wipe off the dust spackle of germs that had assaulted his face.

“Merry Christmas,” the man said with a stone cold tone, and immediately Remi took his leave, didn’t stop to get the photo or even take a glance at what horrors awaited him. No. He just found himself a nice spot behind a big fake tree to hide his beating red face. He just sneezed onto a complete stranger, in front of a camera….IN FRONT OF HIS BOYFRIEND. He’d never been more humiliated. He was stunned. Why did the universe hate him so much? His knees buckled under the weight of his stress and also at the burning fever that now raged inside his head. There wasn’t any coming back from this and when he was approached by Levi who held the envelope of evidence in hand, he shyed from the idea of even making eye contact.

“Remi, are you okay?” He asked gently, stepping closer to the man, noticing a complete difference in his demeanor now, almost like a kicked puppy.

“No….Im sick…and I probably just got that guy sick and in a few days, probably you too….” He confessed and with the most pitiful look written across his face, managed to gaze over at Levi. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you…”

“Hey….,” Levi stepped closer reaching out to caress Remi’s face “Hey…it’s alright, I get why you did,” he shrugged his shoulders simply, trying not to make a big deal out of the situation, just continuing to brush his hand across the larger’s flushed cheek.

“You do?” Pathetic green eyes looked up into sympathetic blue ones.

“You wanted me to have a good time here, and to create that memory, huh?” Levi’s gentle gaze, was like a tender hug, a caress in itself and immediately washed away Remi’s need to bury his head in the sand. He loosened.

“Yeah….” Responding with a softened tone now, still listening and waiting for the rest of what the man was going to say.

“Well, we did!” He giggled, Remi now looked puzzled and stood a bit straighter, the cat wrapped his arms loosely around the larger.

“I’ll always remember this Christmas as the one where you FULLY sneezed on Santa,” Lifting his hand up to cover his mouth while he laughed, Remi furrowed his brows and shook his head.

“Nooooo….i don’t want that….” He groaned loudly throwing himself back against the fake tree with dramatic embarrassment again.

“No but Remi this picture is so fricken funny….” He tried to shimmy it out of the envelope but Remi blocked his view of seeing it with an open hand.

“Stooooop I’ll vomit…dude it’s so fucking embarrassing… he was so mad…” groaning, he couldn’t help but feel panicked again. God that guy probably hated him, and if he didn’t now he for sure would later.

“Fuck him,” Levi laughed before wrapping his arms around the other again and setting his cheek against him. “I appreciate you…I had a good time, but let’s get you home to rest okay?” He looked up, chin resting on the other’s chest now.

“Alright, I can’t deny I’d give my two front teeth to lay down in bed right now…” he groaned letting his head fall to rest on Levi’s. After a moment of allowing the wolf to use him as a crutch, they slowly peeled away from each other.

The two of them gathered their things and made their way out of the mall, trying to avoid any contact with people as they did so. While also attempting to keep the mood light, Levi played music on their way back, so Remi could rest his mind, which he did, enough to even fall asleep in the car. When they arrived back at the house it almost felt like he teleported. “Rem, we’re home,” the cat tapped his boyfriend’s shoulder gently to wake him. “Let’s get you in bed, hm?” He smiled over at the half alive man.

“Mmh…Kay…” he responded, Levi helped him unbuckle his seat belt as he had struggled by himself to do so. Then managed his way out of the door, stumbling into the house. “What ‘bout couch?” By this time, standing felt a whole lot worse than it had before they had gotten in the car. Now it felt like gravity was pulling him straight down into the depths of hell where he belonged.

“No, no, come on, you can make it to the bedroom, I believe in you,” he let out an airy laugh, scrambling under the man’s arm to help almost float him toward the room. “Shoot….I let you sleep for 15 minutes and your body shuts completely down! I swear!” He huffed, holding quite the weight against him as he shoveled the man into bed, plopping him on top of the mattress with a loud *THUMF* “There…now let me go get you some meds, and water and you can go to sleep after,”

“What about decorating the tree?” Remi’s voice raspy with sleep, but still concerned for his little cat’s holiday.

“We can do that in a few days when you’re feeling stronger okay? Don’t worry about it right now,” threading his fingers through the wolf’s slightly dampened hair.

“Okay….Levi?” Remi asked in a gentle tone, almost like a shy child.

“Yes, baby?” The white haired man responded with tender caution, turning as he paused in the doorway.

“I love you,” The wolf’s mouth pulled into a half smile and his eyes sparkled with genuine gratefulness and love. Truthfully he hadn’t ever felt so loved, so cared for in all his entire life.

“I love you too, handsome,” his response followed by a softened smile, he just wanted to curl up next to him, but knew without proper care the wolf would only get worse. So out the door he went to retrieve the proper meds and supplies.

Though they didn’t make the memories Levi was expecting to this Christmas season, he was more than happy with the ones they made. Was it messy? Yes. But so were the moments he had as a kid, but this was much more comforting. A sick partner laid up in his bed, as he tended and mended him back to health. A photo of the memory they would look back on and be able to laugh at. The leopard truly couldn’t have asked for anything better, and in return neither could the wolf. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so seen, supported and taken care of. This WAS special, even if it seemed a little mundane.

For the first time in both their adult lives, they had Christmas spirit again, and were actually incredibly grateful for it.

The End.

Author’s Notes: Oops dropping a fluffy snzy Christmas fic in Jan. I hate myself too guys :^) this was supposed to end with smut but if I wanted to get this out before next holiday, I gotta be honest, I had to take it out. I can’t write smut to save my LIFE right now. However I hope you enjoyed this fun little Christmas themed snack. I’ll do better next year 😭🤣 @aller-geez did the art and owns Remi!

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[born-to-lose]

Drunk Christmas

Pairing: Slash x reader

Requested by @gloomy-blonde

Summary: You and Slash are invited to a Christmas party, but after a short while, he gets drunk. Way too drunk.

Tags: alcohol, Christmas, fluff

Words: 651

A/N: My favourite drunk trope is the sappy drunk trope in case you couldn't tell

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @slashscowboyboots @losers-yurio @lost-in-the-80s @jennyggggrrr @tuffduff @jonesyownsmyheart @rhyetaylor62 @smells-like-perfect-senses @whered0wego @rumoured-whispers @th0mas-jerome-newton @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @dumbass-of-darkness @cherry-jams

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You were invited to a Christmas party and of course, you took your boyfriend Slash with you. There were going to be some friends and acquaintances you hadn't seen in a while and you were very excited to finally introduce him to them all.

The party started off really well, many people recognized you and were happy to see you, everyone was asking about who the man you brought with you was - even people you originally didn't know yourself but they knew your friends, and you all got to catch up on each other's lives. The Christmas music playing in the background wasn't the same five songs that were overplayed at every shopping mall, the food was good, the decorations were pretty, there weren't any fights like at most family gatherings - perfect so far.

While you only had a few glasses of mulled wine over the course of the evening because that's what you do at Christmas parties, your boyfriend kept going to the bar more frequently - and he didn't stick with only wine, either.

This led to him being drunk after only a little over an hour. Way too drunk, actually. Not quite embarrassing, but also not the normal blood alcohol level you usually have at this kind of event. You were just thankful that tonight the horny drunk side of him didn't prevail, but rather the sappy drunk side.

You noticed him grinning at you for a while and you turned your head to look at him, slightly raising your eyebrow as you waited for what he wanted to say. "Mistletoe kiss?"

"We can't have a mistletoe kiss when there isn't a mistletoe."

"Imagine one. Gimme a kiss," he insisted, leaning closer to you and puckering his lips.

"Not now," you said, trying to continue the conversation one of your friends had started with you earlier.

He backed away, his eyes wide. "Oh God, you're taken!"

"I am," you said after a pause, realizing that he really was too drunk now.

Following your statement, Slash stayed silent, an empty look in his eyes. You took this opportunity to answer the question you had been asked a couple of minutes ago.

However, you didn't get very far because after a moment, he put his arm around you and started kissing your cheek and burying his face in your neck. You rolled your eyes, although you secretly found his behavior adorable.

As it got late, the other guests were getting more and more annoyed, even if they tried not to show it too much because they didn't want to offend you and about everyone here knew what it was like to be drunk and act stupid.

"I think Slash and I are gonna go home," you excused yourself, taking his hand and getting up from the sofa before you started saying your goodbyes to the people you knew. "It was so nice to see you all again, have a great rest of the night!"

Outside you walked around the street corner to find a quieter place. You had come by car, but you didn't want to drive after the couple of drinks you had. Besides, you couldn't have Slash bothering you in the passenger seat while you were trying to drive without causing an accident.

"Let's get you home, love," you sighed after you hung up and started waiting for the taxi.

He nodded and after a pause, he said quietly, "I'm sorry for embarrassing you."

You brushed some hair out of his face and cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes. "Baby… you didn't embarrass me, it's okay. They've been drunk before too, I have lots of stories to tell about their clubbing days in college," you laughed, trying to cheer him up a little.

Slash smiled at that too, blinking before giving you a kiss on the lips. "I love you," he slurred, but you knew he meant it.

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[imogenleewriter]

do you currently have time to read fics yourself, and if so, what were the last ones you read and really liked? like something that stuck with you, or where you laughed a lot, etc… :)

I do! I tend to read shorter fics now because I don't have the time or attention span to read long ones at the moment - as a long fic writer, I'm glad other people do! I wrote the summaries below, but the authors' actual summaries are better than mine, so don't let my shitty ones turn you off the fic!

Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) by @greenblueish (bluegreenish on ao3) Words: 28k. Almost-exes to lovers. Hospital AU.

Louis is a paeds RN and Harry is a paediatrician that used to work at Louis' hospital. Harry leaves, ending his Situationship with Louis. He returns two years later.

My Thoughts: I LOVED this so much that I commented and then messaged Jill. I honestly don't understand how it's only 28k words because it felt like a whole-arse novel! I work in healthcare (and have worked in paeds) and it was the most accurate description of a ward setting, ward life, healthcare, and paeds that I've ever read. Not a single thing made me cringe. It was paced perfectly and had the right amount of tension and resolution. SO good.

you've set my soul to dreaming @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (we_are_the_same on ao3). Word count: 9.2K. Strangers to lovers. Kind of time travel... kind of.

Harry wakes up one Christmas morning expecting to be alone, like he was when he went to be the night before. Instead he wakes up in his bed, but everything else has changed. He quickly falls in love with his new life and is terrified that it won't last.

My Thoughts: Another fic that felt much longer than the WC (9.2k) because it was so in-depth. I have so much respect for writers who can say so much in so few words! It definitely lived up to the fluff and angst tag. I was almost worried it wasn't going to have a happy ending but it did and even included a short but satisfying epilogue.

Love in Conversation by @hellolovers13 Word Count: 4.9k. Strangers to lovers. Baking phone line.

Despite his protests, Louis has been tasked with making a birthday cake for his younger siblings. The problem? He has no idea what he is doing. After some failed attempts, he stumbles across a helpline for baking mishaps. The other voice on the line does their best to help over the phone, but when Louis still can't get it right, they realise that Louis might need a bit more guidance.

My Thoughts: Just like the premise, this one was super sweet. Both characters were extremely lovable. Just a really cute fic.

Just the two of us (we can make it if we try) by @starryhaze28 (starryhaze on ao3) Word Count: 5.9k. Established couple. A/B/O. Mpreg.

Louis is concerned because his omega has been yo-yo-ing between needy and distant and won't tell him why. As time goes by, he gets increasingly worried. Then he founds out his omega is pregnant.

My Thoughts: Established relationships and mpreg aren't usually my jam, however, this one had enough angst and fluff to draw me in. Very, very sweet.

The Space Between by @alltheselights Word Count: 39.9k. Strangers to lovers. A/B/O. Famous/Non-Famous.

Harry Styles is an alpha and famous rockstar who has everything except for the ability to sleep. When he reaches breaking point, Louis Tomlinson, an omega psychology PhD student, is contacted for his professional sleeping skills. Their relationship drifts into unprofessional territory, though.

My Thoughts: As someone very invested in sleeping - because I also lack the ability - I appreciated this fic. It was another "How did they cover so much in so few words" fic. Had the perfect amount of angst towards the end, a satisfying and lovely resolution.

Something To Remember by @parmahamlarrie Word Count: 25k. Strangers to lovers. Soulmate AU. Famous/Non-famous.

Both Louis and Harry find themselves in an Exclusive Resort in Maui for their respective jobs. Living in a universe where tattoos appear on your skin when you see your soulmate, both of them are surprised that tattoos start showing up. As time keeps passing, getting closer to their departures, they start to fear they'll never actually get to meet their soulmate.

My Thoughts: Not going to lie, I got a bit anxious that they weren't going to meet. You know I love a good countdown and this fic had one... and it served its purpose well, lol. But they do meet, and it's beautiful. Another beautiful fic.

Quiet People Have The Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 Word Count: 38k. Strangers to Lovers. A/B/O.

Louis is a non-verbal omega and is at a Broadway show, but the alpha next to him is stealing all of his attention, and he just wants him to leave. Until the alpha introduces himself as Harry and offers to leave.

My Thoughts: ANOTHER one that felt as though it had a much longer word count because it was so in-depth. I really like the diversity representation. As someone who isn't non-verbal, I can't vouch for the accuracy; however, from the knowledge and experience I do have, it seemed to be handled really well and respectfully. Extremely well-written and another lovely read.

The next two are both by @zanniscaramouche (zanni_scaramouche on ao3):

My Pleasure (to make you mine), Word Count: 6.5k. Strangers to lovers. Piercing. Praise Kink.

Harry decides to get his nipples pierced, and Louis is the right person for the job.

Your Pain (is mine now) Word Count: 5.1k. Stranges to lovers. Tattoo. Pain and praise kink.

Louis decides to get a tattoo done by Harry.

My Thoughts: I'm putting them together as they have very similar vibes (and are written by the same person, lol). Both have light elements of BDSM and are portrayed softly and sweetly. The writing is amazing! You know how people say, "I've read fics where the writing is better than published books?" Well, okay, that IS a lot of fics, but Zanni 100% fits into that category!

Do You See What I See by @allwaswell16 Word Count: 2k. Mix between Strangers/friends to lovers.

Harry just really cares about lost animals. Really, really cares about them. He cares about potentially lost ones too. Ones that, you know, might not actually be lost. Best to take them to the vet, just in case.

My Thoughts: You asked if I have read any funny ones that made me laugh a lot, and I'm still laughing about this one. It's only 2k words, so I don't want to say too much about it. But awkward Harry is my new favourite thing.

Also, whenever I reblog a fic, that is generally a sign that I loved it!

For transparency's sake, I read a lot of questionable smut that is so questionable that I have not included it!

#larry stylison fanfiction #larryfiction #larry fic recs

[strawheart-pirate]

Carols

Eustass Kid x gn!Reader

December 7th 2023

Words: 657

CW: SFW, modern AU, fluff, established relationship, a sour mood and a happy end

It was your tradition to help out at the annual charity bazaar for the homeless, and this time your boyfriend came along. He was in a sour mood until something piqued his interest and you enjoyed the most unique carols of the season.

The honking of Kid's truck was your signal to get going. You grabbed your bag and jumped happily into the passenger seat of the huge truck.

"Hey Kid! I'm so excited about today." You gave him your biggest smile.

"Do we really have to help at the homeless bazaar?" Kid groaned. He was in a bad mood. Why should he help at all? Nobody gave a fuck about him. He was proud of himself for making it without help. Why should he help others?

"Because it's my family tradition and you're my boyfriend. I won't force you to join, but please give it a try. If you really don't like it, we can leave early, okay?" You explained it to him. You wanted him to enjoy it, to share the tradition with you, but you knew his past and wouldn't force him to stay if he wanted to go.

He rolled his eyes and asked. "When can we leave?"

"We should stay at least three hours."

"Then three hours it is. And not a second more." He groaned and made his point.

Kid's spirits dropped even lower when you arrived at the charity bazaar. One of the organizers showed you around and explained your duties. You listened to her and kept a smile on your face, even though you were worried about Kid's mood. He wasn't listening at all, and his frown was very prominent. You thanked the organizer as she led you to your table and left. The table was full of toys and your job was to sell them.

"Hey Kid, I think we got a good job. This part of the hall isn't as crowded as the food corner." I smiled at him.

"Yeah... Seems like it..." He replied indifferently, ignoring you.

You sighed and put on your Christmas hat. Time to get to work.

Two of the three hours went by fast. You sold a lot of toys, and the smiles on your customers' faces were precious. Kid sat far in the back, ignoring what was going on. He only responded when you spoke to him directly or asked him to give you something.

Suddenly a melody could be heard from the other side of the hall. It was an electric guitar and the first notes of Metallica's "Enter Sandman" rang out. Kid pricked up his ears and was gone before you could say a word. You continued your work because you couldn't just leave your table to go check on your boyfriend. The song ended and one of the organizers announced that this was a little jam session as a thank you from the homeless. As the next notes flooded the room, you got goosebumps. You would recognize the sound of that guitar anywhere and a smile crept across your face as the distinctive sound of Kid's electric guitar filled the room. When did he get his guitar? Was it already in the truck on the way there? It didn't matter, and you began to gently sway to the beat.

Two hours turned into five, and it was already dark outside. Your table was empty and you went to one of the organizers to give him the money. He thanked you warmly and you promised to come back next time. With or without your boyfriend. As you made your way to the musicians, you could see Kid jamming happily with the homeless people. His grin was captivating, and you watched from a distance as they challenged each other and had fun. They got a generous tip, and when the event was over, you walked up to him. He smiled and instinctively put his arm around you. You smiled back and gave him a silent kiss on the cheek as you walked back to the truck. You got in and the Kid pulled out of the parking lot.

"Let's do this again next year," he said with a smile as you drove home.

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[wisteriaandwafers]

I’m making another one

(Part 1) - because there’s a tagging limit

It’s because of the fact that I’ve read some really good fluff recently and everyone else should as well. Also exam procrastination as always

Some parent ones in Tommy section, but most of the rest are mutual pining, best friends, cute misunderstandings working themselves out, Early relationship things, and shenanigans

Peaky blinders but it’s really just Tommy

Keep us safe by @zablife

The resolution was like taking a deep breath

Tachipen and two Shelby men

Swimming lessons by @vintunnavaa

This one in particular I read and reread a lot and I can’t exactly pinpoint why I love it so much

gentle love, who you love

Drabble by @acewritesfics, a daughters return

They happen to both be cute kid fics

Well, what about the Dog by @runnning-outof-time

I’m a big fan of when Tommy’s wife doesn’t give him a choice regarding domestic things. It’s very fun for me

The silver lining

well spoken by @notyour-valentine

This man and finding himself around intelligent women 🤝

Under his Eye by @queenshelby

This one creeps me out a bit because HT creeps me out but I so want to know what happens next

Lurking in the shadows by @pherelesytsia

This one is a very cute Halloween fic

It was an accident by @kiki0005

The aftermath of the accident is cute and funny

Afternoon Shelby Chaos by @teenwolf-theoriginals

This whole collection based on this family is very locute. They’re so loving and 🥰

A friend literally said to me years ago, every time I open your phone you’re reading Bucky fics, and it’s still true:

Well not so much anymore but I still read:

Blurb by @angrythingstarlight

Because bee is the cutest baby ever

Valentine by @softlyspector

Pining and hesitant action is my jam in fics

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

It’s ongoing but I’m really enjoying it

All wrapped up by @jobean12-blog

It’s a Chrismatime fic and it’s adorable!

I like you a latte by @moonstruckbucky

It’s a coffee shop au what more do you need

Easy by @jadedvibes

It’s the cute beginnings of a relationship and they’re being all sweet and learning each other

Bribe the super by @real-jane

There’s a heat wave, there’s an entangled friend group, and they both sort of stalk each other with help from a store owner.

When morning comes by @pellucid-constellations

Besties at different points but they try and remain connected at heart and 😍

These one are Steve fics:

Mini matchmaker by @avengerofyourheart

Christmas cute kid fic

First date by @navybrat817

They go on a cute date and deal with a mini, kind of funny misunderstanding

My favourite what if part 2 by @imhereforbvcky

There’s drunk coffee, gardening, Sarah Rogers, and forever in love besties

Pick Her poison

Coffee shop meet cute

Then of course because I am a child of this millennium, some TASM! Peter as well, not all, but most:

Zoo blurb by @webslingingslasher

Honestly, I’m not sure which Peter this is but it’s cute

I swear I don’t know who that man is

Tarrent is indeed a character and the whole thing is a journey

Like me, like you by @privateanxieties

I don’t know why I enjoy body switch stories but I do And I am anxiously awaiting the finale

Shampoo and heartbreak. Apple stem

Pairing by @spider-stark

It’s a case of shenanigans stemming from pining and I’m a fan

Bloody love by @parkerpeter24

This one is kinda sad

Daughters will love like you do by @waitimcomingtoo

Babysitter!peter helps everyone

Some light voyeurism

This one by @forever-rogue

Spidey identity and anxiety fueled decisions. It all works out very nicely

Meet cute. By @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters

Meet cute and is very cute

You ain’t nothing by @withahappyrefrain

Actually just read all her Peter stuff. The mob!peter au 🥰 like this one

Forest scenario by @vendettaparker

Text message fic

Webbed troubles by @curseofaphrodite

They’re both so stupid and I love it !!!

Hey babe I love you by @oracleofapollon

It’s best friends to lovers

Stranger things, but it’s really just Steve + Eddie fics

Baby by @cosmal

It’s so cute

Crush by @call-me-eds

There’s a misunderstanding but it’s not what you think

Wayne’s world by @queenimmadolla

A sudden birth I cried so much

It’s a date by @luveline

And no, he does not stop staring even after the date

Waiting for forgiveness by @iveseenstrangerthings

There’s a party, there’s a misunderstanding, they’re besties

Secrets out by @steddielvr

Well that kid can’t keep his mouth shut

Best friends and cosmos by @taylorbrooke1230

I like those you’re just noticing!? Moments

Safe space by @chervbs

So 🥰

Tied with a bow by @angrymilfs

There’s Flowers and cuteness

This one by @plainemmanem

They’re coworkers this time and someone is smitten

Nothing compares by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Later life and smiles

Oops I love you by @earthgirl616

Just best friends they say

Then all the others that I can’t categorize but still love and cherish :

Horacio Carillo

This blurb by @tropes-and-tales

Alone for the holidays, love struck

Just like always by @drabbles-mc

Din djarin

Significant by @softlyspector

This one is a case of I don’t even go here. But I just about die for mutual pining and this one has it

Andy barber

What Andy wants by @theycallmebecca

I like this one. One person not realizing what everyone else sees clearly. 

Matt Murdock

You what? By @babyboiboyega

Coffee shop woes by @courtforshort15

F1 imagine

Forgive me, what? By @lovingperfectionsblog

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[filmofhybe]

loud Christmas Carols

🗯️ pairing : Nishimura Riki x oc 💌 Genre: fluff , neighbors 680 wc

; AUTHORS NOTES : last Niki story before he turns 18 maybe I’ll do one before his birthday on the 8th but oh my gosh when I tell you I’m not prepare for this. I’m really not, I really grew up with him and all I can say is time goes by fast. :(

Masterlist to my other works

It was December, and y/n was looking forward to a peaceful and relaxing holiday season. The college semester had been hectic, and all she wanted to do was unwind in the comfort of her own apartment. However, her plans were unexpectedly disrupted by her new neighbor - Niki . Every day, without fail, Niki would blast Christmas carols at top volume, making it impossible for y/n to focus on anything else. And today is one of those days, trying to watch “Gilmore Girls” but can’t.

Y/n tried to be patient at first, understanding that it was the holiday season and people had different ways of celebrating it. However, as the days went by and the relentless jingle bells jingle bells jingle rock and all I want for Christmas is you continued to invade her space, her patience wore thin.

One evening, as "Santa Baby" reverberated through the walls, y/n decided she had had enough. She marched over to Niki's door and, with a bit of aggressiveness, knocked on his door, waited for him to answer. When the door swung open, y/n found herself face to face with the source of her irritation.

Niki stood before her, looking every bit as surprised as she felt. He was tall with blonde and black undercut hair along with warm, expressive eyes that seemed to twinkle much like the Christmas lights adorning his apartment. y/n couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, and she felt her annoyance waver in the face of his unexpected charm. Ugh if you weren’t so damn gorgeous I would’ve yelled you right this instant..

"Hi," she began, her voice tumbling out in a mix of nervousness and frustration. "I'm your neighbor, Y/N. I don't mean to intrude, but the music has been really loud lately, and it's been hard for me to relax and study. Could you please keep it down a bit?" She didn’t want to come off as rude, but for the love of God she just can’t stand it anymore, at the moment it really doesn’t matter if hes cute..

Niki, taken aback by y/n’s presence, quickly realized just how pretty she was. Her eyes held a mixture of determination and vulnerability, and he found himself captivated by her presence. Without a word, he nodded, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'm so sorry," he replied, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I didn't realize it was bothering you. I'll turn it down right away." Oh how he wouldn’t give a damn if it was some old grumpy ass lady. However, if it’s coming from someone like you. Oh he’s down bad and will 100% obey.

As Niki lowered the volume of the music, Y/N found herself smiling in return, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She hadn't expected Niki to be so understanding, and she was grateful for his quick compliance. As they exchanged a few more polite words, y/n couldn't help but notice how Niki's eyes seemed to light up as they spoke.

“I hope you don’t miss me jamming out to my Christmas music. Don’t miss me too much that you come back running and asking me to play it louder.”

“Oh don’t worry, if you do I’m going to play my show louder than your music.”

In the days that followed, her and Niki found themselves running into each other more often. Their encounters were always brief—passing in the hallway or sharing a quick hello in the building's common areas—but each time, y/n found herself feeling inexplicably drawn to Niki's easygoing nature and genuine kindness.

Meanwhile, Niki couldn't shake the image of y/n from his mind. Her determined yet endearing manner had left a lasting impression on him, and he found himself looking for excuses to bump into her, cherishing each fleeting moment they shared.

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[miniimapp]

Random Robaire Headcanons

Gen ;; Fluff - Headcanons

Warnings ;; None ??

Proofread + Edited ;; HA.

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 6 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !!

Isn't it so exciting how we've already got this far ?? We're a quarter of the way there already !! Bit short today, I haven't had much time to write this lmao

Enjoy !! <3

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Robaire prefers pepsi over coke and that is final

Specifically he prefers pepsi max but you can get him a regular and he'll be fine with it

Mans will literally hiss at coke

If a restaurant doesn't sell it ?? Best pack your things lads,, looks like it's take away and fridge pepsi tonight

Not kidding,, Ro will physically fight anyone who badmouths his beloved

Jesse staged an intervention

He tried to get Robaire to drink a sip of coke by putting it in a glass

He failed miserably..

Mans spat that shit out as soon as it touched his tongue

How tf Ro knew the difference that quickly no one will ever know

None of the other members had ever seen Robaire act so betrayed and angry at anything

Jesse made the mistake of saying that pepsi and coke taste the same anyway and if anything coke would be the one that tastes better

My man didn't realise he'd sentenced himself to public execution with that one

Cue an unnecessary, overdramatic "fight" between 2 band/theatre kids

I'm being dead serious when I say that pepsi vs coke is the only real argument Robaire and Jesse have ever had

It was heated too

Tae was literally going around asking if the band was breaking up

T went round telling people his parents were getting divorced

Z was.. honestly idk what Z was doing because I feel like he went ghost as soon as this "debate" started

Eventually the boy's came to a truce

The argument is still referred to as The Great Cola Battle

I have a feeling Robaire used to be in a band (an actual band with instruments and shit) before 4*TOWN

They kicked him out because if they wanted to make it big they needed a lead singer who fit their image

Well look who made it big and who's still promoting their CDs to their own family !!

He also used to be in every single music group his school had to offer (which wasn't many but oh well)

From choir to afterschool jams to jazz band to the orchestra,, if you can name it, Robaire was in it lmao

Ro also fucking loves Beyonce and Britney Spears

If he wasn't in 4town you know he'd be one of beyonces backup dancers

Ain't no questions about it

That man has a Beyonce song for every fucking occasion

Karaoke nights ?? Ro is singing one of his favourite songs by her

If he didn't have the voice of an angel istg the other guys would've beat him up at some point

Okay not really because then they'd have to beat up Jesse and his t swizzle addiction too and then they'd be without parents

Speaking of karaoke nights,, Ro started the tradition of a 4*TOWN bros night every saturday night

They mainly play just dance and do karaoke but.. yknow..bro time lmao

Robaire really cares about the relationships within the group though,,

He knows they all have their go to people for different things but he wants them all to be close

He views the guys as brothers and maintaining their close relationship is v important to him

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

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