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thewritersaddictions · 5 months

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Day One: Soldier Boy + Baby It's Cold Outside

It's late december when Ben comes back from yet another search for a Vought member. He's not really a fan of christmas having never really gotten the things he wanted during his childhood.

The first time Ben hears the song it's during his time away at war. Ben is just thirty, and he loves music. Warming his heart in a way that not much else can. He hums to himself during his time away at war, and as his mother used to. It keeps him clam, and striaght with his thoughts.

It's when Vought takes Ben to be their test subject and their propaganda device, does the song come back to him. Years had passed, Vought wanted, and tried like hell to make the face of thier company sell.

What was worth selling? Sex has alway sold, and by the standards of the world then and now Ben is a deliciously sexy man. Now mix that together with money and you've pretty much got yourself anything you can dream of.

It forces Ben, or what Vought called him "Soldier Boy" to become apart of a few things. Movie titles, pinup posters, and songs. During the sevetnies, and eighties when the tech get's better the songs he laid down on records turned into shitty music videos.

During christmas time one of the years before he was caught by the russians. He does yet another albums filled with winter songs. Speicallifly the song he had used to keep himself level headed during the war, down in the trenches dirt and blood splattering his face.

Shaking the thought he does what he's told, and sings the song. That damn song that has been stuck to him like glue for the past twenty years at least. Ben does a few good things before getting caught by the Russians like buying the song on record his version and the orginal stuffing them away with other importnat documents, and things from his childhood.

Ben can see the stupid LED christmas lights from the apartments window as he walks up his duffel over his shoulder. With that he jams the brass key into the lock twisting and turning the knob before the door gives and he's let in. The lights are dimly light, and the sound of the tv plays in the background.

"I'm home." He says loudly so you can hear over the tv. He can the scampering of your feet on the hardwood, as he drops the duffel kicks the door shut with his boots, and sits down to unlace his boots.

Theres that beautiful smile he wishes he could see everyday whenever he's away. "Hey beautiful." He says with a contentment that you can hear in his voice. You smile sweetly down at him, and when ben gets up from his kneeled postion you smother him kisses.

You taste of choclate and mint, "What have you been up to while I've been gone?" He asks even though he really doesn't have to. The apartment is decorated ceiling to floor in christmas decorations. Ben feels as if he just walked into a christmas store, or maybe a hallmark.

"Well," You start with a smile written all over your face, "I've been trying to get into the sprit of christmas, and I pulled some of your old records out looking for something a least a little bit chirstmassy." The words "your records."

"You weren't through my things?" Ben doesn't mean for the words to come out so harsh, but they do. Ben is and has always been protective of what he has and that includes you, but he wishes you could have waited till he was home and you had asked him instead.

The smile on your face starts to fall you open your mouth open to apoliges, but nothing comes out. You drop your hand from his, and get quiet moving over to the couch. "I'm sorry Ben." The tv is still playing but the sound is lower.

Ben can feel the tension in the air. Thick and it annoys him. He forgets just how sensitive you can be not used to being home just yet. Ben needs a drink before he can deal with that mess he's created.

He leaves you in the living for now, to mutter in your feelings while he finds in the kitchen a jug of eggnog. An old recipe card sits out, he internally groans. 'Fuck you for being so damn sweet to him.' and 'Fuck him for having such a sweet spot for you.' He pour himself a glass and it hits him with a tingle down his thoart. His eyes scan over the recipe card, In cursive, "Just a dash or two cups of whiskey."

He can't hear you, but cna hear the tv. He rolls his eyes has he pour himself anther cup, and you one as well. When he comes out of the kitchen you are right where he left you. Setting your cup on the side tablebut not before you move a coastar underneath it. He set his cup down on the other coastar. The silence isn't uncomfortable for Ben, but he can feel you messin' with your fingers and nails. He starts to scan what you took out. His records, and one catches his eye.

He slides his fingers over the old package, and pulls the record from the safety of it's home. The record is safe from marks, or scratches and so Ben slips it onto the record player. Grabbing the remote, turning the tv off.

"Listen baby," You don't look at him, "Honey, look at me." Your eyes are glazed with hurt, but you look at him anyways. He has to stifle his laugh at how adorable you look right now for him.

"I'm sorry for being short with you, you know it takes me a few hours to get back and used to being home with you love. Now get up here and let me fix it." Ben says, reaching out his hand palm up so your much smaller hand can fit right in it. You chew your bottom lip for a moment like your thinking of denying him, but as much as Ben's missed you you've missed him tenfold.

You grab his hand and Ben pulls you up effortlessly. He smiles for the first time since he arrived home, and your shoulders fall with contentment. Ben only lets go of your hand for a few seconds just enough to let the needle fall on the record and his hands to slip back into yours. One hand holding onto your hand and the other your waist. The two of you sway as the music crackles and then starts to play.

You rest your head against his large chest, and breathe him in. The first few tracks are not the song Ben's looking for, but he waits patiently. He likes being able to hold you like this, there's no rhythm or reason to your swaying.

That is until the song Ben had been waiting for hit his ears. The songs start slow, and then your movements become more fluid. Your socks glide on the carpet, and even if you accidentally step on Ben's feet he is still okay with having you in his arms. By the chorus of the song Ben's humming in your ear with his hand holding you with a warm grip 'round our waist.

"You'll sing it for me?" You ask with your cheek pressed into his chest. Ben's humming stops and for a moment so does the little swaying the two of you have gotten into. Ben thinks for a moment, "Maybe sweetheart. Maybe." But he can already feel you getting excited at the thought of him singing, "But for now can you take the hummin' and the swayin'?" He asks, putting a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Nodding, you place your head back on his chest, swaying, and humming resumes.

Completed on: 10/06/23

Posted on: 12/01/23

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wandagcre · 4 months

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packing presents with wanda | headcanons 🥰

(Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader)

Note: i know christmas is long over for some of you guys, but not for me! here's some pure fluff wanda hcs :p requested by one of my dearest friends, @xxxtwilightaxelxxx 💖

it's funny because you and wanda are interesting during christmas time, the differences between you two and how you prepare is so obvious!

you can't blame wanda, she likes her things... done in orderly fashion.

okay fine, maybe she's a bit (definitely) of a perfectionist...

where as you, you were contented with producing something as long as it was handmade and out of genuine intention

like in wrapping gifts, wanda utilizes her powers. the red tendrils flowing smoothly to do each fold that is done neatly. this way it causes less physical strain on her hands, especially if she had prepared a lot of gifts for everyone

meanwhile wanda checks on you and she cringes a little. yours wasn't worse as any man with careless flaps and poorly put together with a tape, akin to a frankenstein-esque vibe 😭

it could use some... room for improvement 😭 but you're wrapping gifts with such joy in your face and this makes wanda barely able to tell you the truth, if you were doing fine at all

honestly you were struggling real bad. your smile isn't fake, but it was known to you how you were terrible with estimating dimensions of the wrapping paper and how to fold them. it's either less or excessive, no in between, making it wasteful in your resources

it kept going in comfortable silence, seeing the papers and all of the crafts harmoniously flowing in the air as wanda does her work. you're amazed by the sight and you two exchange sweet smiles each time your eyes meet 🥹 it makes wanda's heart (and magic) stutter

wanda is so creative. she even has those string of ribbon inside the sheet of wrap, making the opening of the gift much easier with just a simple pull.

mindlessly cutting another sheet of gift wrapper, you're absorbed with wanda's pleased look on her face. apple of her cheeks were evident and her little dimples and creases showed, as you know she's happy with her work.

"ouch!" you flinched as something stinged in your finger. and wanda hurriedly stops, the materials going down with a thump on the ground and moves closer to you, inspecting where you've been hurt.

"baby, are you sure you still want to wrap presents with me? i can take it from here, you know. i won't mind."

"and miss out on this moment? no way, wands. i can do this!" you give her an affirming nod and looked funny at your gift wrap. "kinda."

it brings out a beautiful laughter from the woman. "silly, let me help you."

it takes a while, completely overlooking the time that passed by, but you can proudly see the vast improvement of your gift wrapping skills. it wasn't as awkward like before. they were no match to wanda's still, but she patiently guided you through it 🥺 her gentle tone really helped!

her hands continue to teach you in folding and lessening the creases. "this is so hard! and i can't imagine you offered to do it by yourself just because i got a tiny paper cut." you sighed at wanda and brought over a ribbon atop your head. "let's just put a ribbon on them and consider it done."

"then it would look like it's part of the raffle and not an actual gift. and are you implying that you're giving yourself away?" she raised her eyebrows, face disapproving the notion.

"you mean: gifting myself away. he-he-he."

once wanda sets the sharps aside, she scrunched her nose in your remark and it ends with extended gift wrapping time and tickles 😭

bonus: some of your early production of messy wraps, wanda couldn't help but redo some of them as it bothered her perfectionist self. you notice it in the morning but you keep it to yourself, finding it funny.

putting them on the back of the car was also entertaining. wanda insists that she can also handle it, not wanting to tire you out (because there's a lot of presents!) and some of them were heavy. in the end, you negotiate with her, going in halfsies and her chipping in that she would carry the heavy and bulky ones. you stand by, seeing her red magic do its thing, the presents floating like they don't weigh anything.

"that's hot." you playfully attempt to do a whistling sound.

wanda is flustered. it's so adorable! "shut up, (y/n/n)."

#headcanons #wanda maximoff x fem reader #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fluff #christmas prompt #requested

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dumplingsjinson · 1 year

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How about some sexy Christmas prompts???

List of Christmas (but make it sexy) prompts

“Your hands wrapped around me sounds like a pretty good present, don’t you think?”

“Well, you look like the version of Santa I’d wanna do.”

“I’m cold.” “I have about one way to keep us warm.” “…Bedroom?” “Bedroom.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of that ugly Christmas sweater soon enough.” “Oh, please do.”

“…Love, why are you naked and why are you tied up with a red bow?” “Because I’m your present tonight? Do you not like it?” “No, I fucking love it and I’m going to make sure you’re not leaving the bedroom until tomorrow morning. If you can even walk tomorrow morning.”

“Other than that sweater you’re wearing, do you know what else would look good on you?” “What?” “My hands, all over you.”

“God, don’t do that. You’re going to make me go on Santa’s naughty list tonight.”

“All I want for Christmas is you... Under me. Naked. Deal?”

Tipsy fondling, softened giggles and muffled noises as they fool around with each other after having a little too much to drink.

Waking up to their partner giving them oral on a fine Christmas morning.

“Since I can’t ride in Santa’s sleigh, can I ride you instead?” “Sorry, what?”

“Know what I’m getting drunk on tonight?” “What?” “You. Fuck that champagne.”

“Tonight’s cold as fuck but you’re really warming me up here…”

“Aw, look at you; redder than Santa’s suit, hm?”

“Hey, don’t throw that red bow away! It has a double use.” “Like what?” “Maybe you should use it to tie me to the bed instead, yeah? It’s long enough.”

#christmas prompts #smut prompts #suggestive prompts #prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #otp prompts #writing scenarios #crack smut prompts #request #MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM DOWN UNDERRRR <333

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wreckedandpolemic · 4 months

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30, 35 and 54 w matty plss 🫶🤭

stress relief, part ii - matty healy

(mdni) so many moons ago i wrote this for matty and i did indeed promise a follow-up... better late than never?

warnings: 18+, oral (f and m receiving, unprotected sex, fingering, cumplay, literally filth from the jump im so sorry

“Game on,” Matty says with an audible grin, gripping your thighs and licking eagerly at your cunt. You swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, the salty taste of him filling your mouth as the pressure of his tongue at your clit spirals through you. Pulling off, you spit on his length, wrapping your fingers around him and building up a slow rhythm that has his hips jumping into your hand. The cry he lets out is muffled between your thighs, his sure tongue faltering as his cock twitches.

You press a delicate kiss to his drooling tip, taking him into your mouth again as he whimpers into your cunt. Your head bobs, teasing him, and he threads a hand into your hair, the sting in your scalp a warning. A muffled moan falls from your lips, Matty devouring your cunt as you drip into his eager mouth.

Pressure builds in your belly, your cunt clenching around his tongue as his hips jolt, fucking into your mouth. Matty’s close, you can feel from the frenzied pace he sets; you swallow a gag as his cock bumps at the back of your throat. Blunt nails dig into your thighs, a confident tongue lapping at your clit and sending sparks shooting through your body. You’re a mess on top of him, whining desperately around his cock as ecstasy spirals through your blood.

Hollowing your cheeks, you deepthroat him, letting him fuck your mouth and savouring the way he moans between your legs. Matty grazes his teeth across your clit, grinning into your cunt at your responding scream, stifled around his cock. Heat races up your spine as you grind against his mouth. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he murmurs against you, sucking your swollen bundle of nerves and wiping your mind clean, pleasure cascading over you.

“Come on,” you murmur, pulling off him and matching the pace with your hand. “You’re so close. Don’t you wanna cum in my mouth, all over my face, make a fucking mess of me?” you tease, running your fist along his length. “Cum for me, darling,” you whisper, licking softly at the head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Matty cries, bucking into your hand, coming over your lips and chin. His stuttering moans reverberate through your cunt, sending bliss swirling in your chest.

Fingers dig into your thighs hard enough to bruise as you rock your dripping cunt against his face. “You lose,” you grin, licking his cum off your lips. “Make me come while I decide what I win.” You sit back up, knees bracketing his head as you grind against his face. His tongue swirls over your clit, intense pleasure rolling over you. “Matty, fuck,” you breathe, clenching around his tongue. “I’m so close.” Your cunt flutters against his mouth, and he brings his fingers up to toy with your clit. Your hips roll, heat licking deliciously under your skin. One more quick circle over your clit and you’re coming undone on top of him, waves of bliss cascading over you. Molten euphoria courses through you, sticky and hot, gushing over Matty’s lips and chin as your cunt pulses desperately. Matty tongue-fucks you through, pleasure and pain twining around each other intensely as your body wracks with sensation.

Eventually, though, you tap out, climbing off him with a satisfied moan. “You’re too good at that,” you half complain, stretching out your sore muscles.

Matty throws you a sleazy grin, making a deliberate show of licking you off his lips. “I try. Wait, you’ve got a bit of…” He wipes a thumb across your chin, collecting the cum pooling there. Disbelieving, you watch as he closes his lips around his thumb and swallows deliberately, a bolt of arousal striking at your core.

“Christ alive,” you mutter, grabbing his jaw and pulling him in for a messy kiss, the taste of both of you lingering on his tongue as he sweeps across your mouth.

“Decided what you win yet, love?” he murmurs as he pulls away, heat fizzing under your skin where he runs a hand along your body.

You tilt your head, considering, and grin, climbing off him to sit at the end of the bed. “So… you touch yourself to the thought of me?” He nods, almost nervously. “I’d like to see that in action.” He wanders a hand down his chest, palming his cock with a groan. “Go on, baby. Play with your pretty dick for me,”

His chest is heaving, cock flushed red and drooling under his fist. Your name falls from his pretty, wet mouth, his head thrown back in pleasure as his hips roll into his hand. He’s gorgeous like this, spread wide for you, moaning sweetly for you, touching himself for you. You edge closer with a predatory grin, savouring the way his pace falters as he watches you intently.

“Feeling good, baby?” Matty nods, pace speeding, eyes blown wide with lust. Arousal coils thickly in your gut, your body screaming out to touch him. And then you realise: there’s nothing stopping you. You crawl between his legs, resting on your elbows and grinning tauntingly up at him. His hand stills as he looks down at you, every filthy thought in his head visible on his face. “Did I say stop?”

“N-no.” A quiet moan slips from his lips, the sound striking a bolt of lust at your core, your thighs clenching around your wet cunt. “Sorry,” he adds hastily, stroking his dripping cock slowly. You press a kiss to his inner thigh, the muscle twitching under your lips.

“Sweet boy,” you croon. “You want me?” You pepper kisses across his thigh and over his lower stomach, his appreciative moan sending a pulse of desire zipping down your spine.

“Fuck, yeah. Please,” he whines sweetly.

Rocking back on your heels, you can’t resist toying with your clit for a moment, moaning theatrically as you swipe two fingers over your swollen cunt. “Where do you want me to touch you?”

Matty groans, squirming. “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me,” he gasps. “Please,” he adds, pathetic and so sweetly desperate that you can’t bring yourself to drag it out any longer. You crawl towards him, kneeling so that he’s eye level with your tits. He dips his head to wrap his lips around your nipple, his tongue working over you deliciously, desire pumping hard and fast through your veins.

Pulling away, you tilt his head up, basking in his adoring gaze. “Wanna ride you,” you whisper, leaning close. “Do you want that, sweet boy?” He nods frantically. “Say please,” you add with a sly grin.

“Please,” he gasps, rolling his hips desperately against you. You lower yourself onto him, the stretch and burn divine in your cunt as he bottoms out, filling you gloriously. “So fucking tight,” he moans, burying his face in your neck and sucking a bruise into your skin. Your body is awash with pleasure, your cunt clenching mindlessly around him as the obscene sound of your hips meeting fills the room.

“God, Matty, fuck,” you moan, slamming your hips down as hard as you can, driving his cock impossibly deeper into you. His thrusts are erratic, wild, chasing his orgasm as he fucks into you. “Are you close, baby?” you gasp, rolling your hips so that your clit grinds against his skin, pleasure seeping into your bones, dripping down your insides, torturously hot.

He chokes on a breath, fucking into you deeply. “Yeah,” he gasps. “Yeah, ‘m close.”

Heat knots in your belly. “Want you to cum inside me,” you murmur, leaning close to his ear, feeling his hips jump at your words. You rock your hips faster, clenching around him, trying every trick to pull an orgasm from him. “Come on, Matty. Cum for me, baby,” you urge, his thrusts turning sloppy as he moans helplessly against your skin, every sound sending spikes of arousal into your cunt.

Matty thrusts into you one last time, a garbled whine falling from his lips as he spills inside you, cock pulsing divinely. You bring your lips to his as he cums, swallowing his gasps in a rapturous kiss. Slowly, you lift yourself off him, whining quietly at the loss as you kneel between his legs. His eyes trail over you, gaze igniting flames under your skin. He’s transfixed by your cunt, his cum dripping out of you and pooling on the mattress. “So pretty,” he murmurs, running a finger over your cunt and circling over your clit, heat pooling in your stomach. Your knees ache, and you tell him as much, plying him with doe-eyes.

He croons sweetly in your ear, laying you down under him and mouthing over your tits, biting and licking over the bruised skin. You widen your legs, anticipation writhing under your skin like a live thing. “Matty, please,” you whine, and he finally obliges you, sliding two fingers into your soaked cunt. Your clit feels impossibly swollen, nerves a livewire as he rubs over it in quick circles. Your eyes screw shut against the waves of bliss washing over you as Matty crooks his fingers, filling you gorgeously.

“Come on, love,” he murmurs. “Watch.” You prise your eyes open, your gaze falling to where his cum seeps out around his fingers, the evidence of your desire mixing in a slick tapestry on his sheets. Incoherent moans tumble from your lips, a cascade of wanton affection. Your orgasm builds, rolling bliss swallowing you, flames licking from the tips of your toes to the crown of your skull. “I’m the only one who gets to ruin you like this, you hear me?”

“God, Matty,” you moan, your mind numb. Ecstasy beats in your chest as you roll your hips against his hand; his clever fingers work at you skilfully. You clench your cunt around him, waves of pleasure building higher and higher until they crash over you, Matty’s name falling from your lips in a scream. Your brain is melting, leaking from your ears and dripping down your sweat-soaked body as you writhe under him.

You’re sure you must be glowing, breath coming in short gasps as Matty brings his soaked hand to your mouth. Dutifully, you part your lips, the taste of both of you hot on your tongue. “You like that, gorgeous?” You moan appreciatively around his fingers, a slick pop ringing out as he pulls them free. He wipes his hand on the pillow, dipping his head to kiss between your tits before climbing off you. “You wanna get in the shower?” You nod, making no move to get up. “Poor baby,” he murmurs. “Need me to carry you?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, eyes slipping closed as he scoops you off the bed. The steady thump of his heartbeat soothes you as you rest your head against his chest.

“How do you feel, baby? Better? Less stressed?” he teases, kissing the top of your head gently.

“Mmm, yeah. Thank you,”

“Anything for you,” he says, a coy smile on his lips that betrays the truth in his words. “Anything for you.”

#this has been sitting in my google docs gathering dust for Months happy late christmas/early new year?#matty healy x reader #matty healy #matty healy smut #matty healy imagine #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 smut #writing #smut #smut prompt fills #requests #request

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lilac-hecox · 4 months

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Is it too early to ask for an ianthony mistletoe story 😭

For the sake of transparency I got this ask in October so it was too early, but now it is not!

Merry Christmas, Smoshblr!

Ian/Anthony - Ianthony - Mistletoe

Despite being the owners of Smosh, Ian and Anthony had very little to do with the set-up for the holiday company party. They approved ideas, of course, approved expenses, Anthony insisted on a photobooth, but beyond that, they trusted the staff around them to pull off a great party.

Mostly, the Smosh crew did just that. The venue was lively and filled with games and the photo booth Anthony wanted. There were gift bags being given away, an open bar, good food, and it made Ian proud to stand at the front of the room and see all his friends and employees having fun and thriving.

Anthony slides up to Ian’s side and bumps his shoulder against Ian’s gently.

“Pretty cool party, huh?”

Ian looks at Anthony and gives him a smile. It’s hard not to. Sometimes Ian still feels like pinching himself to make sure this is all real, that Anthony is back, and they own Smosh, and somewhere along the lines of their lives, fate has righted the way things were always meant to be. Anthony’s eyes are soft and warm and tell Ian that he’s feeling exactly the same thing right now.

“Really cool. The crew did a great job.”

“They did, so stop standing against the wall and come and have a shot with me,” Anthony says, laying his hand on Ian’s arm.

Before either of them can make it to the bar, Erin and Heidi are in front of them. Erin has a polaroid camera in her hands, and she grins at them in a way that just screams trouble.

“Okay, Smosh Dads we got you,” Erin says plainly, but she’s smirking at them.

“Got us?” Anthony asks with a nervous giggle.

Erin doesn’t say anything, but she points upwards to the ceiling. There tacked above the spot where Ian and Anthony happen to be standing is a sprig of mistletoe.

“Haven’t we as a society moved passed the concept of mistletoe?” Ian asks.

“Yeah, pretty toxic behavior, Erin,” Anthony teases.

“Shut up, it’s just for fun. We have a ‘Kiss Board’ near the bathrooms with all the kisses we’ve caught,” Erin says. She lifts the camera, “So…”

“I am not kissing Ian,” Anthony says.

“It wouldn’t be the first time!” Erin argues.

“Wait,” Ian says, “you’re making other people kiss?”

Erin rolls her eyes and Heidi hands over a stack of polaroids she had been carrying, giving them to Erin.

“Well, no, see that would be problematic. We’re offering the chance, the potential to kiss, you know, with a tiny bit of peer pressure and loosening the definition for what a ‘kiss’ means,” Erin says.

“Just for tonight,” Heidi adds. Erin nods in agreement.

One of the pictures on top is Amanda planting a huge and wet kiss on Angela’s cheek. Another shows Chanse kissing Shayne on his forehead.

“Of course, we need our dads to kiss. It’s Christmas after all.”

“Christmas is still like a week away,” Ian argues.

Erin opens her mouth, but then Heidi is nudging her with her elbow to Erin’s side.

“Tommy and Spencer are under the mistletoe over there!”

Erin whips around and the two make a beeline for the men. Anthony watches, shaking his head. He glances at Ian and Ian doesn’t think it’s in his imagination that Anthony’s cheeks are a soft pink.

“So, let’s just not mention this whole kiss board thing to HR, what do you say?” Anthony says.

Ian nods, “Agreed. How about that drink now?”

Anthony nods and then he and Ian move towards the bar, but Ian can’t help but watch from a distance as Erin snaps a picture of Tommy and Spencer. Tommy’s arms are wrapped loosely around Spencer’s waist because Tommy is pleasantly tipsy and Spencer is giggling, and Erin is laughing and shouting about how they’re supposed to be kissing and not just posing together.

He sees the moment that Spencer sticks out his lips exaggeratedly and then Tommy rolls his eyes and quickly pecks Spencer on the lips as Erin snaps a picture of them, and then the whole group breaks into giggles.

Anthony orders them two shots of tequila from the bar and the bartender is quick, bringing them to the counter with a nod. Anthony thanks the man and slips a folded bill into his tip jar with a nod before he picks up his drink, Ian doing the same.

The two of them clink their glasses together in a ‘cheers’ before sipping at the way too strong shot.

“Oof,” Ian says.

Anthony makes a face. “Yeah, I don’t remember the last time I’ve drunk tequila.”

They finish their shots and Ian is only vaguely aware that in their position near the bar, there is no mistletoe to be found. For some reason, he has a strange mix of both relief and disappointment forming in his stomach.

“Okay,” Anthony says with a bright grin, “I have one more best friend request.”

“Let’s hear it,” Ian says.

“I want to take a picture with you in the photo booth.”

Ian grins, his face and stomach feeling warm already from the shot.

“Alright, that’s fair.”

Then Anthony tugs Ian excitedly over towards the photo booth set up near the display of different arcade games. Ian can see a group of cast and crew members gathered around the punching machine, hollering, and cheering for one another.

Anthony pulls back the black velvet curtain of the photo booth, letting Ian slip inside the narrow space of the booth first with Anthony following. They sit together side by side, thighs and elbows touching as Anthony sorts through the options on the machine.

“We don’t need anything fancy,” Anthony says.

Ian smiles and then he glances upwards and snorts, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” Anthony says, a laugh already forming on his face.

Ian points upwards and then Anthony looks up and they both see the sprig of mistletoe that someone – mostly likely Erin and Heidi – taped to the ceiling of the booth.

Anthony laughs, his face reddening in the process.

“Well, thank god no one is in here to hold us accountable for that, huh?”

Ian lets out a giggle and nods, his own face getting red. “Yeah, man.”

“Okay, so poses. Why don’t we do one normal one and then the rest can be stupid?” Anthony suggests.

Ian nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Anthony presses the button on the machine and the screen shifts to show the two of them along with a timer counting down from 10. Anthony poses cutely next to Ian’s face and Ian shifts between a legitimate smile and a blank faced stare.

“Ian! This is our normal one,” Anthony says with a laugh.

“This is my normal face,” Ian says blankly, which only makes Anthony laugh.

Anthony manages to school his expression back into the cute pose as the timer hits 0 and it snaps a picture of the two of them. The next one they both pull a stupid face and there is something fun and freeing about doing this with Anthony, doing this for the sake of them, for their friendship, because they want to be together and have a memento from this night and moment together.

“This one, what if it looks like you’re sucking my dick?” Anthony says with a laugh.

“What?” Ian giggles, “fuck you, you suck my dick.”

“Oh, come on, Ian. It’ll be really funny.”

The timer ticks down and Ian rolls his eyes, but then he leans just enough and opens his mouth to give the implication that he might be sucking Anthony’s dick in the photo booth.

Anthony is laughing hard enough to wheeze, and the machine is urging them to prepare for the last photo of their set. Ian looks at his best friend, the curls that hang in his face, his cheeks red, how happy he is and how happy Ian feels because they are together again.

“Anthony,” Ian says.

“Yeah?” Anthony asks, wiping his eyes.

“Maybe we should do our last one as a…kiss or something?”

“What?” Anthony says, “you’re fucking with me.”

Ian shrugs, his heart speeding up. What is he doing? He shrugs.

“I mean, the mistletoe is in here after all.”

Anthony looks at him seriously, blinking, before his tongue sweeps across his bottom lip.

“You want to?”

Ian shrugs again, but inside, he knows he does.

“Doesn’t have to be for the kiss board. It can just be for us.”

A fond smile spreads across Anthony’s face. He leans forward and presses the glowing button to indicate that the two of them are ready for the final photo in their set.

The timer begins to countdown from 10.

Anthony turns so he’s facing Ian. Their eyes are meeting, and Ian can’t bring himself to look away. Anthony leans in just a little and he cups Ian’s cheek gently and soft. Ian has no idea what the timer is on, but he leans in, meets Anthony half-way in the small space, and presses his lips to Anthony’s.

Their kiss is sweet and simple and fills Ian with a warmth he can’t even begin to describe or understand.

Distantly, he’s aware of the flash going off but he’s too focused on Anthony’s warm fingers cradling his jaw, and their lips pressed together.

It all ends too soon. Anthony pulling back and slowly lowering his hand from Ian’s face. They look at each other, and there are years of past, present, and future strung out between them. There’s a decision, a choice, and Ian was brave once, brave when it mattered, and it got him Smosh and Anthony back.

He summons that bravery again and leans in to fist a hand in Anthony’s dumb Christmas sweater and pull his face close so he can kiss him again. No posing, no cameras, just them.

#ianthony #smoshships #polysmosh #my fics #my writing #christmas fluff #mistletoe #christmas party #fic requests #fic prompts #fan fiction #fan fic #fanfic

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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@mirohtron here you go, darling <3

And thank you so much to @creweemmaeec11 for making Secret Santa possible! Merry Christmas!

“I think someone is poisoning me.” It didn’t even reach the volume of a whisper because quite frankly, the hero wanted to keep this to themselves.

“Oh, you think so?” It made them jump a little. They frowned and looked at the villain who was occupied on their phone. It was sort of a tradition to pause when the fight got too heavy.

The hero felt like a lunatic, like a hypocrite. All of it was a play and the hero was the unillumined player on the stage, unknowing of the script and the outcome.

“No, let me rephrase that,” they said. “I think you are poisoning me.”

With a facility that astonished the hero, their enemy laughed at that. It wasn’t a joke on their part. They were being serious.

But the villain didn’t even bother to look up from their phone.

“I mean it.”

“You think I’m poisoning you?” The villain smirked when they switched off their phone and turned to their enemy. The hero had given them a black eye — purely accidentally — and when their gaze fastened on them, the hero could feel their heart skip a beat.

“For that matter, I do,” they said. Now being confronted like this, they felt uneasy. The villain was unpredictable. They could increase the dose anytime if they felt like it, especially when they knew that the hero knew.

“What makes you think that? What are your symptoms?” the villain asked.

“Stagnant trail of thought. Sweating. Dizziness. Being short of breath.” The hero picked on the skin around their nails impatiently. They were often violent enough to make their fingers bleed.

“Fast heartbeat, sweaty palms?” their enemy asked.

“Sort of.” The hero’s fingers hurt from the fight. On their knuckles was dried blood. They tasted iron.

It had to be a poison. Other explanations were too vague, too pervasive.

“It is pretty brave to address this, then,” the villain said. There was still a slender smile on their face.

“Are you gonna kill me now?” That made the villain laugh again, throwing their head back. When they didn’t get a reaction from the hero despite a blank stare, they leaned over.

“Little hero.” They snatched the hero’s chin, pulling them into their own personal space. “Believe me, you’d be dead if I poisoned you.”

They traced their enemy’s bottom lip carefully, their eyes fixed on the way they parted.

“I would’ve killed you a long time ago if I wanted you dead,” they explained casually. “And it wouldn’t be poison. I would kill you with my hands around your neck.”

The hero’s mind reeled. They felt nauseous. The villain’s fingers were oh so soft. It was intoxicating.

“I don’t understand…” They grasped the villain’s wrists, searching for something close to steadiness but they felt more vertiginous than ever. The air felt thin. Their throat pulsed.

“I’m not poisoning you, darling,” the villain mumbled. They let go of the hero and tilted their head. “I’m almost offended you think that I would.”

“But I only feel like this around you. You’re doing something.” Half a minute or so passed before the villain said anything.

“Maybe you’re right. Some would call it a poison.” That was unsatisfactorily inexpressive. The hero was too stunned to say anything, so the villain spoke again. “Now, come on. We still have to give the cameras a bit of footage.”

#merry Christmas!!!#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #secret santa

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the-cypress-grove · 5 months

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Prompt: 181

The sun rose large and red on the horizon turning the sheets of snow into vast fields of glittering rubies. While beautiful, it meant one thing. Blood had been spilled in the night.

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 months

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12 days of Winter Year #7

Groups you can request for are MONSTA X, PENTAGON, SEVENTEEN, and Xdinary Heroes.

To request, pick a prompt and a member from one of the groups listed above, and the specific reader you want it for (if not specified, I’ll make it gender neutral). Also, I do not take requests for smut.

Completed stories will be posted every odd numbered day of December!

Prompts that are strikethrough have been requested.

Please request!!!

“I’ll light the fire; you place the stockings on the mantle.”

Building a snowman together

“If I give you this peppermint kiss, will you give me a real one?”

A Winter Postcard that reads, “Meet me in ____” (You choose the destination!)

“Your mom made me a gift?” “Yeah, you’re a part of the family now.”

Cooking Christmas dinner together for your friends

“After sledding, do you want to have hot cocoa at the lodge?”

(Bias) giving you frosted flowers

“Mistletoe… my arch enemy”

A Holiday Dress Up Party

“Snowball fight!”

Make your own prompt!

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bubblegumflavor · 5 months

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Hey all! =)

I thought I try something new for December and made a little prompt list. It was originally planned for a little fandom event but I don't know how much time I will have during the month, so I transformed it into a wish-list! 😬

You can pick a character (or more) from the fandoms listed on the left and a prompt (or send me your own idea) from the left and I will make a quick (probably low quality) doodle from it! You can send me any ships or characters, even crossovers, specific scenes you have in mind, but of course I won't draw anything I am not supporting or be at least neutral about.

This is for my friends, mutuals and followers, please make sure if you send a request, that it is not on anon! =) 💕

(and you can send in as many as you want 🫶)

I don't expect many requests in my inbox so chances should be high that I get all done through all of december, but I can't promise of course, but I'll try! 🥲💪

I hope this will be fun. ☺️💙

(please ignore typos in the list, my eyes are so overworked I barely see anything anymore 🙈)

#prompts #drawing prompts #doodle requests #christmas prompts #the karate kid #cobra kai #opla #one piece #friends #stranger things #the outsiders #fanart

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bunfloras · 4 months

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hiiii merry christmas send me whump prompts via asks and i’ll write you little whump drabbles as a treat while i ride in the car for hours

pls try to give me emduo ones or qsmp ones!! i only have so many braincells for other characters but i can do a couple others as a treat

#drabble requests #emeraldduo #qsmp #literally go wild #can be one word prompts or longer #christmas of whump

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theflyingfeeling · 5 months

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💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia.

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him.

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him.

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet.

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself.

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #<- that's the tag i'll be using for these btw #everyone stop and look at the banner!! 🥺💖#it's not QUITE like the original one ju made first but maybe one day you'll get to see that masterpiece as well 😏#but ooff the way i've gone from having 'a plan' to having 'a better plan' to having 'no plan whatsoever' with this? 😂#so yeah idk what kinda fics/posts there'll be in this series... stay tuned and see for yourself! 🤭#some of them might be in the same universe/plot. others may not. who knows? not i 😌#(...but as you can see from this fic the door for a multiple-part story is definitely open 👀)#some of the fics may not even be based on a prompt though if i'm not feeling like it. honestly i'm curious to see how this will turn out!#(and if this ends up being the only post i ever make that's alright too! i refuse to bully myself with a hobby i'm doing for free <3)#however: i'm not taking requests per say BUT feel free to snoop on the prompts for each day and send me your ideas or hopeful wishes 👀#there are certain ones i'm more drawn to but i haven't really set anything in stone #one could say i'm just going with the flow. fuck around and find out if you will ✨#also: not sure if/when i'll be bothered to post any of these on ao3 #probably i'll just see how many fics i manage to actually finish and dump them all at once on ao3 on christmas day lol #anyway! enjoy & let me hear from you <3

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the-and-sign-anon · 6 months

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2023 Christmas/Winter Prompts

One Word Prompts

Snow

Lights

Scarf

Snowman

Snowball

Tree

Decorations

Sweater

Bells

Star

Carols

Gloves

Boots

Blanket

Fireplace

Cocoa

Glitter

Dinner

Blizzard

Situations/AUs

I’m recruiting you to help me terrorize your friend because they pelted me with snowballs at the park the other day

We’re in a meeting that I should be paying attention to, but I’m making paper snowflakes instead and you glare at me every time you hear my scissors

I’m trying to buy a last minute gift for a friend, but they’re impossible to shop for, so your little store is my last hope

I’m shopping for Christmas decorations with my friend, but neither of us can reach the top shelf, so they asked you for help and now I’m nervous because you’re really cute

I was in the middle of a nice dream, but your screaming over the first snow woke me up and now I’m grumpy

I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

I brought you hot chocolate without asking and you seem really flustered by it because you didn’t think I’d remember that you like hot chocolate a lot

I moved in next door a few months ago and had no idea how enthusiastic you are about Christmas, but I mentioned I hadn’t decorated, so now you’re knocking on my door with a box full of decorations and are begging me to let you decorate

My family is picking out a tree, but I’m cold so I’m just waiting by the warm doors and you came to stand next to me because you have no desire to hear your siblings argue over the right tree to buy

I work at the local library and I’m trying to put up all the decorations myself, but I fell off the ladder trying to hang up the garland and you caught me

You hate heights, but your friend convinced you to go skiing for the first time and now the ski lift is broken and you’re kind of freaking out, so it’s my job to comfort you

You’re painfully bad at wrapping presents, so I’m going to teach you or just end up wrapping them all myself because you really are terrible at this

This is an ugly sweater party and I was so ready to make fun of you, but you even make that reindeer sweater that plays a carol I hate look cute, so what am I supposed to do now

I shoveled your driveway for you since I was out anyway, then you brought me cookies to thank me and now we’re in some sort of passive aggressive contest of niceness

We’re snowed in at a little airport and we both just want to be alone, so we decide to sit together to keep everyone else away because there are some very determined carolers wandering around and employees who keep trying to check on us

We go to the same college and are trying to get home for the holiday break, but our flights got canceled so we’re road tripping it together; when we finally get there, we realize that the friend you’re visiting is actually my sibling who was plotting to set us up, but their work is already done now

I was signed up to bring brownies to the Christmas party for my office, but I’ve never been a good baker, so you came over and are trying to teach me how

I’ve been making you the same drink at least three times a week for nearly a year despite my efforts to recommend something new, but you ordered something completely different today and now I’m worried about you

My best friend put up mistletoe in every doorway in our apartment, and now they keep ducking back so I get stuck there with you

You’ve been watching cheesy Christmas movies for weeks now, but I had no idea, so I was pleasantly surprised when you caught me watching one and immediately sat down to join me

I read stories to kids at the library and you got roped into playing Santa for a week, and I can't stop laughing at your clear distaste for the children trying to climb into your lap

Dialogue Prompts

“Don’t forget your gloves!”

“Merry Christmas!” “It’s November.” “I said. Merry. Christmas.”

“I can never have enough Christmas decorations.”

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it.”

“I need more lights.”

“All I want for Christmas is you.” “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.”

“I feel like I’m in a Hallmark. Where’s my generic white guy love interest?”

“I don’t really care about Christmas, but you do, so just come to this Christmas party with me please.”

“Do you need some help with those lights?” “No, I don’t. Stop asking me that.”

“If you don’t stop singing, I will walk straight out into the blizzard.”

“You say mistletoe, I say mistlefoe. If you can beat me in hand to hand combat, then we can kiss.”

“You know, I don’t trust you when you say to come outside with your hands behind you like that. If you’re about to throw snow at me, I’m about to lock you outside for the night.”

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.”

“Deck the halls with boughs of holly-” “I’ll deck your face with my fist if you don’t get out of my apartment.”

“Pass me the aux cord.” “Not if you’re about to play more carols. I can’t hear any more renditions of Sleigh Ride this week.”

“Why is ___ sitting in the corner?” “They got paint all over me when we were making decorations, so they’re in time out.”

“If you hit me with that wrapping paper tube, I’ll be forced to retaliate.”

“There’s no way that tree is fitting in here.” “Oh, I’ll make it fit.”

"I think you have a problem.” “I wouldn’t call making stuffed gnomes for nineteen hours straight a problem."

"Don't be such a Grinch." "Don't tell me how to live my life."

#christmas prompts #writing prompts #haven's writing prompts #requests are open #feel free to reblog for your own use

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waterfallofspace · 4 months

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Do you have any fics in progress by chance? You’re such an amazing writer :)

Hiya!~ Thank you for the ask dear~

Honestly, despite how much I love getting asks like this, they always surprise me! It's still such a foreign concept that people not only enjoy my work, but are actively curious about it!

Aghagh and to answer the actual question, yes I do! I usually have at least 10 different prompts sitting in my google docs, but I find I have less WIPS since I'm a fairly 'get going on it and finish it in one - three goes' type of writer. Recently been a bit burned out of my hyperfixations, and finding it a bit hard to just write things (perfectionism kicking in).

That said, I actually have two started! One that's almost finished part one of two (A m/agnus a/rchives fic, two different focuses for the different chapters of snzdom~) and one that's been started, and is abouuuttt halfway done I think~ (A c/huuya centric fic as a so... sooooo late birthday gift for the amazing Hachii, which is turning into a new years/christmas thing too agghh ;-;)

Thank you for the ask!~ I always love getting uh... basically any asks haha~

#waterfallasks #thank you so much non!~#genuinely i love things like this- im always so excited to see ANY ask in my inbox~#whether its a question- a comment- a request- or just a 'hi' <3 #i hope this is a good answer!! god i have SO many prompts and requests aghaughu #im so sorry to anyone whos requested things i promise i WILL be working on them again soon #that christmas craze is starting to end- a lot of irl things been happening too but #its starting to slow down so i think ill be able to get back into the mood soon!!!#that t/ma fic is eating my soul i am so hyperfixated on the show rn i might end up finishing it and pumping out like 4 more haha~

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thewritersaddictions · 4 months

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Requests: The Adults: Eddie Munson- Best Sort Of Surprise

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

Pov: Chrissy

Warnings: Christmas Time, first-time parents, pregnancy tests, gifts, nerves, nervous Chrissy, hugs and kisses, Fluff, pregnancy. Uncle Wayne is there to also celebrate.

Summary: Chrissy is nervous about giving Eddie his last present, but she's sure he'll freak out once he opens it.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 3.0k

Requests Master List // Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Chronicles of Eddie & Chrissy Master List

Two Weeks Before Christmas 1990

The timer clicks away, the stupid chicken timer from the kitchen is staring at me in the bathroom. Eddie isn’t home as of now, instead he’s working at the garage as he always does. Yet I had this nagging feeling that something was wrong with me. Eddie and I haven;t really talked about having kids, or starting a family by any means. It had been just the two of us for such a long time that we were both so used to waking up in the middle of the afternoon on a saturday. Staying in bed as long as we continue to love each other. Were either one of us prepared for a family at this point?

The stick is also staring at me, and when the alarm goes off. I nearly jump off the side of the tub and rush over to the pregnancy stick. I had read the directions beforehand. Made sure I knew the difference between the two lines, and just the one line. But still my heart sank, and then it picked up with vengeance. Two strong lines. Two strong pink lines telling me that I was pregnant. My mouth was left opening wide and closing tightly. My lips pursed in a tight line. The panic started to set in so I took another and waited for the damn chicken to blare off and then I took another waiting for the exact same answer. Two strong pink lines from all three tests. I threw the box away in the bathroom trash and took it out to the bins outside. I hide the three tests in my underwear and sock drawer. I’d wait until I knew for sure that I was pregnant until I would unload all this information on Eddie.

It’s hours later when Eddie comes home with a plastic bag filled with my favorite chinese restaurant. He toes his shoes off and wraps his arms around my waist pulling me impossibly close to his frame. “How are you feeling today baby?” He asks as he presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’m doing better now, Eds.” I told him, but now the throwing up makes sense. Every day for the past four weeks has been horrible. Constantly with my head deep in the toilet bowl letting all the previous day's food out. At first Eds thought I was sick with the flu, but then the meds didn’t work. He hadn’t forced me just yet to go to the doctors but I think I will have to bring it up today after we have dinner.

“You should be washing dishes Chris, you aren’t feeling good.” Eddie says as if I don’t already know that I don't feel good. “But I’m fine right now Eds.” I say rolling my eyes at m y protector, “No buts Chirssy go lay down please, and eat something because you need to eat.” Eddie says, bumping my hip to push me away from the sink and towards the plastic bag filled with delicious chinese food. I sit by myself in the dining room for only a few moments before I hear Eddie finish the dishes and then he’s walking over to the table and rummaging through the plastic bag. We always get the same thing, and Eddie’s got my order memorized by heart. The chinese restaurant was the first place we had a date. Actually we didn’t have dinner there so we ordered it and brought it up to the lake watching how the moons and stars reflected off the surface of the lake.

We sit in complete silence, even if it’s a comfortable silence it's always odd to hear how silent Eddie can get when he’s got a good meal in front of him. I can only deal with the silence for so much longer before my mind is racing towards the pregnancy tests. “I think I need to go to the doctor for this stomach ache.” I tell him, the relief washes over Eddie's face. “Thank god you said it because I’m not sure how much longer I was going to be able to keep my mouth shut about you needing to get checked out by a professional and not the pharmacist at the walgreens.'' Eddie says before shoving a fork full of noodles into his mouth. I roll my eyes, “The pharmacist does have a degree.” I argue with Eddie, and he just laughs at me. “Not the same thing, baby.”

One week Before Christmas 1990

I had called the next morning after Eddieh and left for work. The phone rang and rang until an older lady picked up from the other side of the line. “Hello this is Wellness Oasis, how may I help you today?” The older woman has a thick southern accent, but it reminds me of when my parents and I used to visit my grandmother. I blank for a second and then clear my throat after a moment before talking through the receiver. “I need to schedule an appointment for a check up.” I tell the older woman over the phone. She hums and then asks me what the check up would be for. “I… um I need to um, I need a pregnancy test done.” There's silence over the phone for only a few seconds and then the woman is much more cheerful. “Oh that’s wonderful, can you come today. I have an appointment time for three?” I’m frantically looking around for my small notebook, “Yeah, I can be there at three.” I tell the women, and then with that I have an appointment.

The appointment goes well at first. They weigh me, and then I walk to the room. With the scratchy paper laying under my jeans overed thighs. The nurse takes the rest of my vitals and asks me about the symptoms I’ve been feeling, and I tell her without a fuss. She leaves and then returns with a little cup. “Just head down to the bathroom and when you’re done just put the cup into the silver door. Come back to the room, and we will have your answer in fifteen minutes.” I nod nervously, the nurse must notice it. “Don’t be nervous.” She says trying to calm my nerves. A part of me panics as I set the small cup in the silver door, I wash my hands and look at the rather panicked expression on my face and then walk out.

The nurse is right though, it takes less than fifteen minutes because the doctor is knocking on the door five minutes after I had taken a seat. “Come in.” I say quietly, the door opens to a woman. “Hey there Chirssy, I thought you would like me to discuss the result of the test with you.” Her words make me panic, sounds like I’m not pregnant but that would mean that the three pregnancy tests that I had taken had been wrong. “Chrissy you with me?” The doctor asks, pulling me back from my thoughts. “Yeah I’m listening to you.” I say. My hands are feeling sweaty, anxiety sets in. I am bearing myself for the worst news of my life or for at least right now. “So I just wanted to talk to you about the results, so you could better understand.” I nod, and she continues. “So the test did come back positive.” My hands stop fidgeting, and my eyes go wide at the news from the doctor. “And that means?” I ask her, she smiles at me. “That means you’re pregnant Chrissy. Congratulations.” My face shifts into a smile that burns my cheeks. “I’ll leave you with paperwork, and then you’re free to leave Mrs.Munson.” The doctor hands me the paperwork and then leaves the room. My heart jumps in my chest as I think of how the hell I’m going to tell Eddie.

Christmas 1990

Everyone celebrates Christmas differently. The household that I had grown up in had taught me that there was a very certain way of doing things around the holidays. Dinner was to be served before gifts would ever be opened, the table had to be a perfect representation of the family sitting at it. The fine china was only ever used during those holidays. But now with Eddie the holiday season doesn’t seem so hectic, filled with frustration, and disappointment. The Christmas tree glowed in the early morning of christmas. Coffee brewed in the coffee cup as I started up breakfast.

No matter what I was taught I always associated the holidays with a good home cooked meal. Eddie, and his uncle had grown very comfortable with getting stuffed during the holiday times. Neither one had ever complained about the abunced of food sitting on the dining room table on thanksgiving or easter. Christmas was no different. Wayne would be over before the clock struck ten, and with that I would need to make breakfast. Eddie didn’t want me to leave the bed, nearly pulling me back into the soft cushion of our bed. “Don’t go.” He muttered this morning with sleep coating his already deep voice, I groaned, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ve gotta make breakfast, your uncle will be here at ten.” I tell him, he groans and after a moment he lets his hold of me go soft. I’m able to slip out of the bed,and run down to the kitchen before Eddie can change his mind about letting me go.

A small pile of gifts laid under the tree, but I didn’t worry about anything other than the little box hidden under my socks and panties in my dresser. I whipped together a nice plate of omelets, and bacon because Eddie would eventually wake up to the scent of maple bacon wafting through the house, and just one time a knock came to the door of the house. I was quick to wipe my hands off bacon grease and greet the smiling old man at the door. “Chrissy!” He smiled as he came in and grabbed me for a hug. “Uncle Wayne be careful with my wife there she’s not been feelin’ well.” We both hear Eddie say. He’s replaced his sleepwear with something more Christmas appropriate. “Oh let it go, I told you the doctor said it was just a seasonal thing. Due to the weather.” I say lying to both of them. Eddie hadn’t believed me when I arrived back from the doctor's office. “You should have called me, I would have brought over the soup recipes Ed's mom used to make for him when he wasn’t good enough for school.” Wayne says with a soothing rub to my shoulder.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” I ask to change the conversation between the two answers at the same time. Both wanting a cup of just black coffee. I pull two cups down from the cabinet and yet again are distracted by the younger Munson. “Good morning sweetheart.” He says pressing his chin into my shoulder. “Did the bacon wake you or did Waynes knock?” I ask, “Definitely the bacon, you know how to get me out of bed.” Eddie answers. “Go take this cup to your uncle, and I'll bring the food behind you.” I say pushing the cup into his hands. “Whatever you say ma’am.” I roll my eyes, and slap his ass as he walks out of the kitchen. As the two of them sip on their coffee, I go back to my bedroom and change into a more Christmas themed set of clothes.

I opted for a green fleet dress that sways with each step I take down the stairs. “Look at you baby.” Eddie says as I reach the end of the steps. I blush hard under the intense stare. “You look good Chrissy.” Wayne adds as he sets his cup down on the dining room table. The food is already at the table and we sit and talk about the last few weeks. Normally Wayne is over every weekend but with the holidays he had been working a few more shifts and hadn’t managed to get over since the start of December.

“I’ll be right back.” Wayne says as we get up. Eddie helps me with plates, and cups taking them back into the kitchen and helping me clean up the mess I had made while I was making breakfast this morning. “You look really good this morning.” Eddie tells me as I hand him a wet dish to clean off with the towel next to him. By the time we are done cleaning off the plates and silverware. Wayne has returned from outside, he’s carrying a bag with presents gift wrapped. “You didn’t have to do that Wayne.”I yelled through the kitchen to the living room, he just waved me off. “You know that will never work right.” Eddie says as he dries off the last plates. “I just thought I could try.” I answer Eddie before shifting from the kitchen to the living room. The underneath of the tree looks fuller. “Wait, I gotta grab one more present from the bedroom.” I tell Eddie as I pass him when he goes into the living room. His brows knit together but when I press a chaste kiss to his lips his face relaxes and then he goes to talk to his Uncle.

When I make it up to the bedroom I look through the drawer in search of the long but small box with the pregnancy test in it. I hadn't thought that adding the test results from the doctors office would matter so those are in the bottom of my side table drawer. I’m quick to grab the gift and get my ass back downstairs before Eddie comes up and gets his own gift ruined because he’s too damn curious about whatever the hell I’m doing.

On cue I hear Eddie shout from down the flight of stairs. “You alright?” I yell back, “Yeah I’m fine, I'll be down in just a second.” When I make my way into the living room, someone has turned on the tv and is playing classic christmas music from the sixties or early seventies. Eddie is patting a spot next to him on the couch and sits down but only after I had the small gift for him to the pile. As always Eddie and I get Wayne a new hat and a new mug always with a funny saying on the front of it. He laughs and thanks us both with a warm smile on his old features. Eddie gets an old box of letters from his mother that Wayne had kept until a certain time or Eddie ever managed to get married. They both of them manage to have tears in their eyes when Eddie thanks his uncle for the gift.

Wayne gives me a set of sewing needles and crocheting needles. I cracked a joke. “I’m not as old as you think I am Wayne.” Wayne laughs and so does Eddie. The sound bounces off the walls and fills the house with a beautiful feeling. “What about the other materials?” I ask, Wayne only shrugs his shoulders. “I’m sorry but that’s on you Chrissy.” I laugh and grab a gift for Eddie. It’s another set of overalls for the mechanic job because the one he has now is covered in oil that I’ve tried three times to get out and there’s about ten dozen littles holes all over the jean like material from leaving tools in his pockets. He thanks me with a kiss on my cheek. “Thanks sweetheart.” He hands me a gift, it’s a new cooking book that has been talked about all over the news this year. “I know you like cookin’ and I saw you lookin’ at it at the book shop.” Eddie tells me sweetly. There's one more round of gifting before I go to give Eddie the small gift that has my pregnancy tests in it. Wayne has a rather knowing look on his face as I hand over the small box to Eddie. “What is this?” Eddie asks, shaking the box only to hear a little rattle. “Don’t shake it Eddie!” I exclaim and look over at Wayne. He smiles at me, and then looks over his nephew.

The rest of the moment happens in slow motion. Eddie opening the top of the box's lid, Eddie moving the wrapping paper, and the shock on his face that turns into hot tears on the edge of his lashes. The wobbling bottom lip is what takes me out of my heart. “Eddie?” I ask in the silence that has somehow surrounded us. I can feel Waynes on each of us. “Are you… are you really?” He asks, unable to say the words. Wayne is silent, letting us have the moment. “Yes I am, that's why I haven’t been feelin’ good the last few weeks.” I answer Eddie. He looks up from the box making eye contact with his uncle and then me. “Chrissy you’re… I’m gonna be a dad.” A tear filled smile breaks out on my face as I nod my head and look at Eddie. I can hear the small ‘congratulations’ from Wayne as I get squished by the firm and loving hug that Eddie wraps me up in. “Chrissy we are gonna be parents, oh you’re gonna be the best mom.” He says as he presses kisses against my cheeks and lips. “Come on boy, give your girl some damn space.” I hear Wayne say a little louder so Eddie can also hear him. There’s a nice blush over each of our faces. “You’ll both do good.” Wayne says as he comes over to give me a small but meaningful hug. “You aren’t allowed to do anything else until our baby is here, do you understand me chrissy?” Eddie says, and it’s not a question of if it’s a demand from Eddie that I take care of my body. I nod, “Now can we finish giving gifts?” I ask, “NO I have to call the others and let them know that I’m gonna be a dad pretty soon.” I roll my eyes as Eddie goes for the kitchen phone. “And by the way that’s the best damn christmas present I could ever ask for.” Eddie yells through the house and it causes the hot blush on my cheeks to get even hotter.

Completed on: 12/31/23

Posted on: 01/12/24

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sylkiddsey · 5 months

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Prompt: “You’re a bad liar did you know?”

Set during 8.01

Her life kinda feels like one of those times when you’re coming out of anesthesia. You’re awake and aware, but completely out of control over what you say and do.

Plus, it takes a while for everything to feel right again. That’s how it feels to live in Fowerlton with her fiancé.

She feels off, but somehow not at the same time. It’s confusing and she misses 51 so much. She misses her people.

“Slutty or sophisticated?” Stella asks over the grainy video call. Sylvie can barely see her since the loft is so dark and the connection from Indiana to Chicago sucks.

“Always slutty,” Sylvie laughs, sitting up against her headboard. Kyle had a work trip so it’s just her alone in their bedroom. She’s nestled under the scratchy comforter in an old band t-shirt and her not so attractive readers.

(Yes, she needs glasses to read really small print. It’s not something she fesses up to, but it’s Stella so who cares?)

“You’re so right,” her friend agrees, snagging a tight deep blue dress with a high slit off the hanger. “The whole point is to make Kelly drool.”

Severide’s yelling in the background about not being able to find the shirt Stella likes.

“It’s in your closet! Do you need cataracts!”

“I can’t find it!” Severide yells back.

Her friend huffs and leaves the bedroom, taking Sylvie along to stare at the ceiling fixtures as she navigates into the living room.

Sylvie’s thrilled her best friend is finally happy with Severide. Her friend is obsessed with him and it’s good to see them both on the same page.

The way Stella talks about him is absolutely nothing like how she talks about Kyle. He’s a great guy, yes. He’s so kind and giving. In some ways, she thinks he’s perfect for her, but something is missing.

The tension. They just don’t have that. She’s tried and tried to generate some heat, but it’s cold as ice. She imagined herself with a man she wants to jump right then and there.

“Hold your horses! I’m coming!” Stella hollers and Sylvie laughs. Those two will be driving each other crazy in a nursing home one of these days. “Here, talk to Brett, Casey.”

What?

Stella’s glamorous face moves out of view. Did she say she was going to give the FaceTime to Matt?

She looks horrible. She didn’t even fully take her make up off and she put on a few of those pimple patches around a few blemishes.

“How do I…” Matt’s face comes into view, clearly lounging on the couch. He grins a little when he sees her on the screen. “Hey, stranger.”

She covers her face. She’s not super vain, but she’s not sure she wants Casey to witness her before bed look.

“Oh god, Casey. I look ridiculous!” She chuckles behind her hand.

“I doubt that,” he replies. “Come on, you’re really going to hide your face from me?”

Yes. She’s protecting this false narrative she’s created that she has good eyesight and never forgets to comb her hair.

“Trust me, you don’t want to see this Sylvie Brett.”

“Try me.”

Ugh, he’s just so smooth.

Oh no. No. She’s engaged. She’s marrying Kyle which is what Casey wants for her. She buried her stupid budding feelings for him months ago.

She’d hide her face all night, but that also means she can’t see his. She’s not sure that’s worth it.

“Fine. Fine,” she mutters. “No laughing.”

“I swear.”

She moves her hands away from the work in progress that’s going on with her face. Now that she can see her phone too, Casey looks ridiculously good in an objective way.

He’s tanner and even the pixelated version of him quickens her heart rate. Her Fitbit physically alerts her about it.

Kyle doesn’t do that to her.

“You look adorable,” he compliments. “I like the glasses. Whether you believe me or not, I like the natural Brett.”

Kyle suggested she put on a little more foundation before meeting his parents. Granted, he didn’t out right say that because he’s too nice, but he implied it by suggesting she should wear more.

Here’s Casey, telling her he prefers the most unattractive version of herself.

It doesn’t mean anything. She’s just losing her mind.

“I think you have bad eye sight.”

“Says the one in glasses.”

She laughs a little too hard at that which makes him chuckle too. She’s missed this lightness. Fowerlton feels heavy.

Matt shakes his head with a little laugh once she’s done giggling. “It’s weird without you here Brett. Really weird.”

It’s weird in Fowerlton too.

She shifts in bed, cuddling into the overly fluffy pillow Kyle picked out. “It’s weird without you guys too.”

His gaze softens a little and she sees a hint of sadness grace his face. “How’s your arm?”

She knows he blames himself for what happened. He doesn’t have to admit it for her to know. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders.

She wishes she could reach through the phone and comfort him, but it’s probably best she can’t. The last thing she should find herself doing is touching Casey.

“It’s perfectly healed,” she murmurs, suddenly super tired. Lately, she’s been quite the insomniac, but it’s like all she’s needed was Matt’s voice and his kind eyes to fully realize how tired she is. “How are you doing?”

He reads the sleepiness right off which isn’t hard since she keeps letting her eyes flutter closed. “I’m doing okay.”

She hums, eyes closed. Her brain paints this image where she’s not alone in her fiancé’s bed. She’s in the loft on the couch with her head on Matt’s shoulder.

She doesn’t correct her stupid brain out of sheer exhaustion.

“Sylvie?” He asks.

She nods, replying on auto pilot. “Yeah?”

“You’re clearly tired.”

“No, I’m not,” she protests, forcing her eyelids open. She doesn’t want to fall asleep but there is something so calming about Matt.

He chuckles. “You’re a bad liar did you know?”

She is a bad liar. She knows she is but she’s too content right now to defend his assumption.

She can hear Stella’s enthusiastic voice on the other end edging closer. She’s asking something about which heels she should wear, but Matt tells her to quiet down.

She hears small murmurs and creaking leather. It almost feels like she’s right back in Chicago with her eyes shut.

“Goodnight, Sylvie,” Matt whispers and then the call disconnects. She cracks one eye open to plug in her phone and then curls up to sleep.

She misses Chicago.

#brettsey #based on a prompt #sylkiddsey prompts #season 8 again sorry #i have a longer story in the works for Christmas #in the meantime enjoy the prompts #big thanks to whoever requested this one

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