#fic: Humbug Blues

[mega-aulover]

Writing Patterns - Opening Lines

I was tagged by the amazing @pookieh I'm terrified of this:

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Bitter Rivals : The door to the house slammed shut.

An Everlarked Ever After: The fragile old woman lay in her bed softly smiling.

The Valentine's Tree: The first year Katniss didn't get a Valentine on the Valentine tree was the year her father died. 

Katniss Everdeen is Not a Stalker: She was not a stalker.

Humbug & Rings : Peeta sat backstage in his dressing room, staring at the engagement ring nestled in the velvety blue box.

Better Tomorrow : The reaping stopped the year Katniss turned 15.

Fletcha: The woods were silent.

The Assignment : “Don’t forget to write in your journal tonight,” I mutter to myself, imitating my instructor.

Disapprobation: District thirteen wasn't the most hospitable place. 

Longing: Katniss lay on her bed curled up in a ball.

I have no idea...what do you guys think - I think a statement or maybe some sort of descriptive action. I feel like I'm all over the place.

I tag @geekymoviemom @booksrockmyface @thelettersfromnoone

@endlessnightlock @jenniferiawrence @oakfarmer

[asherloki]

Hi, I saw your requests are open and I have an idea...

Maybe a Sherlock coffeeshop fic where you are his favourite barista or smt?

Only if you want to ofc! Thanks!

Coffee shop romance

BBC Sherlock

A/n :- well I just turned the barista thingy to a university student! Hope you still like it.

My Sunday mornings spent peacefully at my favourite coffee shop here in Baker Street. I moved to London to do master's in English literature. So each Sunday I come here with a notebook, writing notes. And it's a wonderful time here with the delicious food, very friendly stuffs. Last Sunday was the same, I sat on my favourite table and started my work with a cup of hot coffee and a few cookies. The bell rang sweetly as it does when someone enters the cafeteria. I didn't bother much until that man who entered, sat beside my table. I stole a glance at him, he was quite tall, wore a black coat, a blue scarf, he was pale and his cheekbones, rather sharp. Well he looked dishy but anyway I resumed my work. Until I heard him speak as he said to the waitress, "don't you have tea?" My goodness, his voice is as attractive as his looks.

"Sir, we have tea latte". Replied the waitress politely.

"That's not tea, fine just a coffee then". He said. And the waitress went to fetch him some. Then he was glued to his phone as I saw him tweeting 'beautiful Sunday morning.'

I quickly looked away from him to my notebook as I found myself staring, I don't like invading into anyone's privacy.

I kept on writing and searching, also texting my friends. Until the same heavy voice spoke, I turned to confirm he spoke to me.

"jane Austen" he said as his eyes were fixed on my notebook. I turned my head towards him and said, "yes, just a note on her".

"Hello, it's Sherlock Holmes." He said , streching out his hand towards me for a handshake.

"Hi, you're Sherlock Holmes? Wow! The detective?" I asked in surprise as I've always heard of him. Also knew he and I both live in Baker Street. But this is the first time we met and he seemed less cold, compared to what people say.

"Yes" he said with a soft laugh, oh gosh did he really blush? "Literature student?" He asked me.

"Yes" I answered as I smiled at him.

"Aren't you all too obsessed with her?" He enquired turning in my way.

"Obsessed would be an overstatement ". He seemed a little doubtful of this answer.

"Yet I see that you're writing a note on her, also I saw as your pages flipped by air you wrote about John Donne too."

'what a quick observer' I thought to myself.

"Yes I did, they're in my syllabus so I have to, yet my favourite is something else".

"Ah! What's that?" He asked he seemed rather interested in this conversation now.

"Though popular but our professors once said to me that it's an odd choice indeed." Which is true, guess everyone has their own opinion on things and especially on novels.

" I insist, do tell me" He said and then he asked, "may I shift to your table please?"

"Sure" I mean we are talking anyway so why not. He took his chair and sat at my table infront of me. "So?"

"It's um, Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens." I replied.

"Oh, Ebenezer Scrooge innit?."

"I'm a little unlike other people." I replied nervously.

"Same" he said. As he was looked at to be an odd person, unlike the normal people around us. Then after a moment of quietness and smiles he said, making his voice heavier "Christmas is a humbug".

"Right". I replied giggling, "you did a good Scrooge you know".

"Well, I've heard many times from John, 'oh don't be such a Scrooge." He said a bit annoyed. But in fun way

"John?" I asked.

"My friend... Actually my best friend".

"Ah I see, so... You mind being called Scrooge?" Even though anyone would but I was enjoying this conversation so I couldn't help but ask.

"Mmm... Debatable but people doesn't seem to be fond of him, and.... Perhaps they're not fond of me too."

"I like Scrooge, I mean not the cold and distant and cruel one, but his transformation, ah how incredible."

To this reply he gave me a doubtful look.

"Yes I do, Honestly, perhaps I'm the only one who found him a little less annoying." I replied with a little laughter. I saw his eyes becoming soft again, he lowered his gaze and looked up again.

"You think there's anything good in me?" His question made me wonder, why? Doesn't people see him the way I do? Is he really cold and rude? He didn't seem so, he's rather nice, does people's comments effects him?

"Yes ofcourse, look at you, you're popular for your intelligence and you're not rude or cold. Perhaps when you work you don't behave in the best way but now, all you did was being kind to me, and I know what having different opinions than the rest feels like, if you see we're both"

"Odd" he completed my sentence with a smile.

"Yes"I replied. We sat again quietly for a minute or so and then he asked hesitating,

"Actually where are you staying if I may ask?"

"Here in Baker Street".

"Ah well actually..." He was quite nervous before completing his question.

"Yes?" I urged him to enquire.

"If you want to continue this conversation then... My flat has a spare room for you." And a beautiful smile lit up his face.

"I think I'd like that very much, Mr Holmes." Obviously, I'd love to have him around and his adventures.

"Sherlock please." He insisted.

"Ok, Sherlock." I said and then a question popped into my head, "tell me something, is literature, poems, novel really your cup of tea? I believe, you're a man of logical reasoning and science, so ..."

He got I was meaning to ask so he replied,

"True that, maybe the young lady who's fond of Christmas Carol, would be nice to have around me". He said with a wink. And that's where I knew, now my address is too 221b Baker Street.

#sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock #sherlock x y/n #sherlock x you #sherlock fanart #i am sherlocked

[amplifyme]

I was tagged by @randomfoggytiger. Thanks!

last song I listened to: Bruce Springfield's live version of Santa Claus Is Coming to Town. I'm trying to get some Christmas spirit before the family festivities kick off next week. It's not going well. Bah humbug.

favorite color: Blues, greens, plums. Can't pick just one.

last tv show or movie I watched: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. See #1.

currently watching: At this very moment? Nothing. Sitting in front of the TV? Whatever manages to catch my attention. Been doing a lot of aimless surfing lately.

sweet savory or spice: Yes.

relationship status: Happily single.

current obsession: More like current and forever: my three blorbo ships.

last thing I Googled: The basics of chess. Not interested in learning how to play; just doing research for a fic I'm working on.

Tagging whoever would like to play!

#ask meme #i'm intrigued by your ketchup recipe tiger #may have to give that one a try

[bandomgay]

hi, can you tell us a bit about the superhero au you mentioned in the tags? is miles in it? (you don't have to, no pressure! just curious :)

YIPPIE I'm gonna explode thank u for asking ERMMMM well

Okay so it's a milex fic

Miles is a hero/vigilante he's known pretty much everywhere but like when kinda ass at it not in bad guy type of way he's just genuinely always getting hurt but he's always sacrificing himself to save others and his power is pretty much if you know black bolt from marvel it's that his scream/voice is deadly and his can manipulate sound waves as well which includes his own voice cool things like making his voice only show up in certain frequencies so certain people or radio stations can only hear it on tune into it also debating letting him be able to do things like banshee from the x men , using to be able to fly even and he looks like jumpsuit coup de grace era and his suit looks like the jumpsuit but of course more superhero practical it keeps that dark blue with the white/pink lines with the makeup to! Like a mask! those hand wraps he had in that fitness video

, miles also has a team which is the mk band as you know Victoria (speedster) , Dom(mind reader, telepath) and Nathan (super strength)

(they r so cute....)

And Alex now I'm still very conflicted on making Alex humbug era because I don't know how I feel about that age difference even though their both adults I know? But however in my Alex does look exactly like humbug Alex maybe a more grown up version idk use ur imagination here

HFHGHGHF but he doesn't just look like humbug Alex cause he's a pretty princess it's actually because of humbug eras themes of being psychedelic,angsty and shrouded in mystery which is very much this Alex so now to the part u probably wanna hear about his power Alex is basically on his jean grey shit rn...like give that boy an Aspirin PLEASE lmao he's telepathic and telekinetic/psychokinetic and it's made him reclusive but when he begins to hear miles voice for months on end he kinda gets a little obsessed with him he's linked to him and he knows fuck all of how to deal with his powers so he's just always spying on him he feels bad about it but he can't really stop it, miles is unaware of this though he is in pursuit of other powered beings to help out with what his team mate Dom says might be an enemy looming over the earth he finds Alex out , there's a difference between Dom and Alex powers though where Dom is purely mind linking and mind reading can hyperfocus into feelings and such Alex' is much more abstract, psychedelic and possibly dangerous like he can't tell whether his dreams are dreams or these things are really happening to people ,questioning wether he's ever hurt someone and why does miles want or even need him and this looming pressure increases Alex' abilities for the worst making him unstable but it seems miles is the only one that can quell him...it does it crazier but like I won't spill it I ever like decide to post it...

I'm still developing the rest of the monkeys but a certain post may have just helped alleviate that block of what I want the rest of the monkeys powers to be because I've brainstormed some Matt scenes but the rest are yet to come also I'm thinking pyro powers Matt , earth/nature oriented powers Nick and water powers jamie , though I had something accuracy focused (like bullseye from marvel or Diego from the umbrella academy) still in mind for either Matt or Jamie idk...yet (Jamie throwing knives...sorry I didn't mean to MOAN like that...)

ERM here's a little drabble/scene as a bonus

#THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY U ASKED I BLACKED OUT #ask #arctic monkeys #the last shadow puppets #miles kane #my au #long post

[copperbadge]

Post office bounty! 

Upper left, a jar of Raye’s Moose-a-maquoddy Molasses mustard from C (not sure if you wanted your handle listed, given the postcard listed a location -- LOVE that postcard btw). I have encountered Raye’s mustard before but not this flavor and I love sweet mustards so I’m excited to try it out!

Meanwhile upper right, @shirokou sent me some lovely enamel pins (the blue crab is on my bag for traveling!) along with a beautiful ring -- you can’t see it too clearly there, but it’s made from the handle of a silverware set, and it looks great on my thumb. :D Dearborn also thoroughly enjoyed playing with the bag it came in while I did this photo shoot: 

And some lovely cards (including a BUNCH of holiday cards) from various folks. Top image, clockwise from upper left, some beautiful autumn trees from @alltangledupinblue, a fantastic tableau from Gorey from @yaaurens, sparkly gnomes from @bookfanatic, even sparklier peace and hope (and Hanukkah wishes, thanks!) from Nightshade Zombie, and warm wishes (plus some awesome embroidery patterns) from @traykor. I loved the “have you hugged your cat” sticker too. 

Bottom image, again clockwise from left, some gorgeous images from the Book of Kells from C; I love that my tumblr could be considered a form of comfort fic :) A Bah Humbug from @froofie (hi Biscuit!) and some Hos from Celtprincess13. The Matryoshka eggs are actually a current card (as in, NOT sent in December) from @scifigrl47, and the Grinch who stole Hanukkah candles gave me such a laugh, from Josh and Kris, while in the center is a photo card (hence most of the image being obscured) from the Hutt family.

I often get good wishes and frequently get thanks for the content I provide, which is just lovely to hear because I always wonder if I’m just being boring. :D Thank you for all the good wishes and holiday cheer, however sunny it might be outside now!

#post office bounty #shirokou #alltangledupinblue #yaaurens #bookfanatic #celtprincess13 #traykor #froofie #scifigrl47

[antiquarianandunusual]

Personal Project: Duck the Halls!

Hi, everyone! 

I’ve been wanting to get back into fic writing for a while now, since I lost a lot of motivation for it over the pandemic. So, behold my attempt at getting back into it: a collection of Disney Ducks short stories I’m calling “Duck the Halls” (very much so stolen from Disney themselves), each of which will be posted every Friday except for the last two on Christmas weekend and the New Year’s conclusion. Each short story will be Christmas or generally winter themed as a way to get into the holiday spirit. The upload schedule is as follows:

November 13th: And a “Bah, Humbug” to You Too!:

Disney Ducks Comics/DuckTales 1987 (Donald and Scrooge are characterized as their comics selves, whereas Glomgold leans more towards DT87!)

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Archive of Our Own

The annual Duckburg Christmas Decorating Competition is on the horizon, and Flintheart Glomgold has weaponized it to make a mockery of Scrooge. The millionaire miser, never one for the Christmas spirit, recruits very merry nephew Donald to help him figure out the ins and outs of the holiday.

The only problem is, Glomgold has the same idea, and his bribe, however small, is looking mighty tempting for the upcoming season. Looks like Donald has his work cut out for him!

November 20th: Skipped for Personal Time. :)

November 27th The Most Scientific Time of the Year:

DuckTales 1987

Gyro seeks out the answer to the greatest myth of all: Does Santa Claus really exist?

December 4th: Of Stir-Crazy Superheroes and Serendipitous Sidekicks

Darkwing Duck

With winter on the horizon, Darkwing Duck and Launchpad’s jobs have suddenly become easier as the typical array of St. Canardian villains go into hibernation. It’s a welcome change of pace until Liquidator discovers there’s more to his water powers than meets the eye- and manages to trap the crimefighting duo alone with one another in an ice cage.

December 11th: The Second-Best Christmas Pageant Ever

DuckTales 1987/Darkwing Duck

Mrs. Beakley is put in charge of the annual Duckburg Christmas play and begins to feel the pressure of productions past until a mysterious new director swoops in to help pull it together. Meanwhile, Launchpad is back in Duckburg to visit old friends. Definitely not to keep an eye on said director for superhero Darkwing Duck.

December 18th: And Good Will Towards Men

DuckTales 1987/DuckTales 2017 (Most characters are based on their incarnations from 1987, but Fethry is based more on 2017!)

Christmas magic is in the air, and Magica de Spell will use it to her advantage or die trying. What’s most difficult, however, is not the act of honing the magic itself, but rather dealing with the Duckburg riffraff it attracts.

Or: Fethry Duck is just excited to have a new friend.

December 24th: Home for the Holidays

Disney Duck Comics

Huey, Dewey, and Louie aren’t sure what to get Uncle Scrooge for Christmas. After all, what do you get for the man who has everything? With almost perfect timing, however, they run into a face familiar only from photo albums by mere happenstance and realize they have the perfect opportunity for a heartfelt holiday reunion. What could be better than paving the way for Uncle Scrooge to welcome Grandma Hortense back into his life?

A lot of things. Really anything would have been better than the fallout that results.

December 25th: When Those Blue Memories Start Calling

Disney Duck Comics

The typically festive Donald Duck is very suddenly struck with a debilitating case of the Christmas blues. Friends and family alike do their best to bring his spirit back, but nothing seems to budge it. It’s like there’s something- or someone- missing that he can’t seem to find.

January 1st: Old Endings, New Beginnings

DuckTales 1987/Darkwing Duck

Duckburg and St. Canard families alike celebrate the last year and the year to come.

This list will also be updated with links to the Tumblr and Archive of Our Own posts, so keep an eye out! :D

Also, let it be known that I’m going to do the best I can to adhere to this schedule! I hope none of them end up being late but remember that I am a college student approaching finals and due dates for final projects, which will always come ahead of the fanfiction game. :)

#fanfiction #fan writing #disney ducks #disney ducks comics #ducktales #ducktales 1987 #darkwing duck

[ficswithluv]

hii for the holidays i'd like to recommend my own fic 'humbug blues' its allot of fluff mingled with some angst and a bit of smut tooo. I really enjoyed writing it and I loved how it ended up. thank you and happpy holidays!

Thank you for your fic rec!  We’ll add it to the masterlist.  Happy Holidays!

-Admin Ellie

#home for the holidays 2019 #week 18 #author: maptoyoongi #fic: humbug blues

[comfortscripts]

Curing The Grinch ¬ Ransom D.

Plot - Ransom wasn't a Christmas lover like you, and despite all your efforts, his holiday joy stayed at 0. Until he realises that taming your attitude can be a tradition.

Genre - Smut +18

Pairing - Ransom Drysdale x Implied!Fem!reader (No pronouns though)

Notes/Warnings - This is for 'Happy Hoelidays 2021' run by @stargazingfangirl18 @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @navybrat817 which was so fun to participate in (and to stalk the other incredible entries because damn, these fics are amazing)

Ransom is mean but it works. Choking, cum play, light bondage, degradation/praise mix, reader is a brat (in Ransom's eyes), they don't kiss during sex for a reason (intimacy issues from his side), vaginal fingering, reader is shorter, tbh reader deserves better

Word Count - 3.4k

Rolled eyes, huffed sighs of annoyance and the constant complaining accompanied every activity throughout the past 3 days. And every inch of Grinchy behaviour was from a certain spoilt playboy, Ransom Drysdale.

Ransom was not a holidays type person beyond materials. Birthdays were great because the attention was on him, but Christmas? That is a crap holiday in his opinion. All the faux joy, ingenuine well wishes and forced gratitude to everyone, all whilst being forced to participate in stupid traditions that were quite frankly, a waste of time. Overall, Christmas was pointless in his eyes.

And for the past 18 years of friendship and 2 years of dating, you had let him humbug along throughout the season. But you had just about enough this year.

Christmas was full of love and fun in your eyes. Kids running about whispering stories of Santa, adults rekindling a joyful spark at sights of decorations, and people being giving in such a capitalistic society. The holiday season was an amazing time of year, and you were tired of having to be alone in your celebrations.

Dragging your boyfriend along to see the lights of the town centre as you sipped on mulled wine, only to have the sweater-clad man mock the childish displays. Grumbling as you awed at each sculpture of bulbs and hurrying you along in your “pathetic activities”.

Next up, Christmas movies. Ransom enjoyed films, and you were sure that there was at least one Christmas flick he would enjoy enough to sit through. Decked out with his favourite snacks in the comfort of your shared home as you started him off easy with Die Hard. As the movie drew to an end, the blue-eyed man claimed that it was a decent film and made your heart gleam at the possibility of having at least one tradition.

Until the next movie appeared on the screen, Deck The Halls.

Almost instantly, Ransom’s pleased spirit disappeared, and the Grinch took over once more. His phone fixed to his hand as he tried to ignore the movie in every conceivable way, and for a while you let him, just hopping that he would hear something on the film and gain interest. But it never came, and halfway into the movie, Ransom announced that he was going to the bar.

“Enjoy your kid’s movie”

You were hurt, but you also knew Ransom. He did this kind of thing constantly and if you took it to heart then you’d have lost your mind years ago. Continuing your laughter and snacking as you watched movie after movie, until you eventually fell into a deep sleep on the sofa.

Wrapped in his navy sweater, blankets bundled around your figure as the glow of the TV lit the room, allowing a tipsy Ransom to navigate the mess of the lounge and reach your sleeping-self. He might be an asshole most of the time, but as much as he hates it, he can’t sleep without you next to him.

The final straw was the afternoon before the annual Christmas Eve party. The final chance for Ransom to enjoy the holiday spirit with you. The final activity to create a tradition, ice skating.

There was hope for this activity as you recalled skating on the frozen ponds at the Thrombey residence in your childhood with a happier, younger version of the Drysdale man. Layered with scarfs, jackets, and hats as the pair of you played around, chasing one another till the sun went away. That memory of pre-teen friendship held a special place in your heart and offered promise of this activity sparking something within the now older, grumpier Drysdale.

“Fuck sakes, it’s freezing out here”

Those words cut through the biting cold of the air, Ransom barely making it outside the car before his miserable complaining began. Every bone in your body was trying to contain your frustration at the man, breathing deeply to centre yourself.

“Obviously. How else would the pond freeze over?”

Shuffling to get your skates on as you attempt to block out the grumbles falling from his down-turned lips. All attention was placed on weaving the laces perfectly, making sure that you were all set to partake in the activity from your childhood; that was until you realised Ransom had barely moved.

“Ransom, honey, you gotta actually put the skates on.”

The apparent condescending undertone didn’t aid in convincing the brunette who offered a distasteful glare in return, and the displeased ‘hmph’ that escape his mouth sealed the deal; you were done with his attitude.

“D’you what? Just go, Ransom. Honestly, just leave.”

Rising up to face him, the skates adding height to your smaller frame, but the anger running through your veins was enough to make you feel more powerful than the large man. After everything you put into this relationship, after every argument and commitment issue that you had to solve, Ransom couldn’t even offer the decency of putting on an ice skate.

“Every year I let you control the holidays, I let you suck the joy out of Christmas, but the one year I try to actually have fun, you do your absolute best to make it miserable. Sorry that this holiday doesn’t revolve around you, sorry that some people actually enjoy having fun, sorry that you can’t care about another person besides yourself long enough to put on a fucking ice skate!”

All the emotions that had built up over the past decade overflowed and flooded your being, taking up every inch of space in your heart and filling it with the hurt he’d caused over the years. All those Christmases you missed out on because he didn’t want to celebrate. All those years he decided what you two would do, and because you loved him, you agreed.

“Just go, Ransom. Enjoy your party and I hope the rest of your Christmas is as joyless as you hoped.”

The brisk air stung the unfallen tears that were collecting, reminding you of what you had just asked of the man you loved, the man who was meant to love you. Turning your back as you made your way to the pond, begging to be as far away from Ransom as you could and hoping to retain at least an ounce of joy Christmas held.

He stood there as if you had just slapped him. Eyebrows piqued in disbelief, that scowl that was etched into his face had grown ten-fold from the hurt he felt. Replacing any inch of sadness his cold heart was conjuring and transforming it into anger, anger directed at you.

The slam of the metallic door followed by the disturbing crunching of snow beneath the beamer’s wheels announced Ransom’s departure. Any hope of him fighting for you or showing that he gave a shit disappeared with the fading of the classic car.

He was gone. He had truly left. He didn’t care.

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Hours had past, the sun had retreated, and the lights of Christmas Eve filled every corner in town. Whilst the sight of decorations, families laughing together and people carolling would have brought warmth to your heart, all you felt was pain.

Ransom had hurt you by letting you go that easily. Ransom had shown you that he didn’t even care enough to indulge you for an hour. Maybe this love was one-sided.

As the taxi approached the darkened house, all your thoughts came to a halt. The question of ‘What now?’ plagued your mind as you cautiously climbed the stairs towards the house that the pair of you shared.

He would be gone by now, most likely laughing with his trust-fund buddies about how ‘women are crazy’, probably already drunker than he should be. The Christmas party was the only thing he truly enjoyed about this holiday.

Reaching for the handle as you offer a pep-talk, knowing that love often clouds reality. “Grab some things, leave a note, go stay at a hotel until something more concrete happens. Give yourself time to calm down and think."

Stepping into the house was almost as if the weight in your heart doubled, everything hit you as you breathed in the aroma that lingered across the house. The scent of Ransom’s pricey cologne melted with the cinnamon that drifted through the house, reminding you of the treats you two had baked religiously each Tuesday.

Collecting yourself as you held in the tears, the constant mantra echoing in your mind; “do this for you”. Moving through the house with the determination of trying to be as quick as possible, not wanting the possibility of your mind being changed by the memories of love. Your trudge up the stairs was halted by a fluttering glow radiating from the lounge, a soft light escaping through the cracks in the door.

Gripping a lone golf club that sat at the base of the staircase, adeptly placed for potentially fighting intruders, like the present moment. Ransom may be an entitled prat, but he was surprisingly adamant on turning all lights off when he leaves the house, it was an adorable quirk that you always teased him about.

Club clutched as you approached the door, bracing yourself for the worst and secretly wishing that Ransom was here to deal with it. He’d always protect you from anything, no matter how selfish he is. The turn of the handle is almost undetectable as you push it slowly with such caution that you feared it wouldn’t open.

Every scenario you could have conjured up was nothing compared to the sight that hid behind that mahogany door, that door which revealed the very face you were hoping to avoid.

Illuminated by the flittering glow of a Christmas tree, sat against the tarnished leather of the armchair was Ransom Drysdale. Nursing a tumbler of whiskey, knuckles strained against the soft of his skin as he watched the flicking of the lights with eyebrows furrowed in thought. Tie haphazardly hanging from his neck with a flurry of buttons laying open against his chest, offering a dishevelled visual insight into the mess of feelings bubbling behind.

“Ransom?”

His oceanic eyes locked with yours, emotions swirling like a hurricane behind the confidence of his gaze that complemented your own surprised one.

“Why are you here? Why is there a Christmas tree? You aren’t meant to be here”

“Why am I here? Why AM I here?”

Rising from his tense position as he stalked closer to your figure, the sound of his footsteps against the hardwood creating a symphony of anticipation when matched with your thudding heart.

“I’m here because this is my house, this is our house. Ours because there is an us and there will always be an us, even if you wanna be a spoilt brat about a stupid holiday.”

“Me? A spoilt brat? Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Mr. ‘my way or the highway’!” You struggled to contain your rage at his audacity. “You don’t give a shit about me, so no, there is no more ‘us’”

The air left your lungs with the force of his body pressing against yours, the rough of his fingertips digging into the soft of your cheeks as he tugs your stare to focus solely on him and his lustful orbs.

An involuntary moan escaped your lips at the weight of his gaze, his dominant demeanour filling the room as your thighs attempt to rub in a desperate plea for friction. But Ransom was in control, forcing his sturdy thigh to keep your legs apart as if reminding you that he was in charge of your pleasure.

“You can say all the hateful words you want but we both know that you belong to me. You need me, just as much as I need you.” That smirk grew as he watched you shiver at his words, knowing how to press your buttons was a personal triumph of his that took years of perfecting. “Your body knows it too. You wanted me to pay attention to you? Then let me give you my full attention”

Sinking down your frame teasingly, strong hands tracing every outline of your curves until his fingertips curled around the waist of your trousers. Clasping the fabric as he released an obnoxious tut before exposing your bare skin, offering the stunning sight of those barely there panties he adored.

Toying with the pristine white hem of your panties, tempting them to be torn off. “Aww, did my little slut wear these for me? I bet you wore the full set.”

Growing to his full height once more as the demand left his lips, “Show me”

All confidence ran from your body as any ounce of anger was replaced with a need; a need for Ransom. Delicate fingers making quick work of your buttons, each unclasped to reveal traces of the gleaming lace gracing your chest. The fabric slid off your shoulders in a fluid movement, almost as if the clothes themselves wanted to be rid of your body in hopes that the spoilt man would ravish you sooner.

“Wrapped up like a present for me. Maybe there is some worth to Christmas”

Those storm-filled eyes raked over your body as if taking it in for the first time, it was a kind of rawness that Ransom rarely exposed and it shook your soul. That intensity had sent floods of anticipation to your embarrassingly wet core, slicken by the man’s words.

It was as if he enjoyed watching you squirm under his gaze, silently begging for him to touch you, for him to give you what you craved. No matter how much you wished to hate him currently, you longed for his touch just as much as he longed for yours.

In the blink of the tree light, Ransom had forced your bare back against the icy wall as your body curved in recoil at the sudden freeze. One hand cupping your jaw, keeping your eyes firmly locked with his as he leisurely drags his fingertips to your aching core.

“Please. Ransom, please”

“What do you want?” Slipping a lone digit between your soaked folds, circling gently around your begging bud. Pulling a whimper from your lips as hips buck forward to spur him on. “You want my fingers? You want me to make you feel good? Even after everything you said?”

“I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry. Just touch me”

The wordless satisfaction was evident in the way his lengthy fingers delved into your inviting warmth, coating his duo of digits in your sweet juices as his assault of pleasure accelerated. Thumb rubbing harshly against your blooming bundle of nerves, actions melting together in a haze of pleasure as wanton moans filled the room.

“Such a beautiful little slut. This cunt was made for me, this body was made for me, YOU were made for me”

His words sounded drowned in your clouded mind; senses overrun with the rising climax that was begging to be brought to fruition. But Ransom wasn’t someone to be ignored, he wanted your attention as he broke you. “Say it.”

Chest heaving as the stammered breathes plagued your sentence, attempting to speak through the sheer ecstasy “I’m made for you. I’m yours, always. Please Ransom, wanna cum. Make me cum.”

Confidence grew as his fingers plunged deeper, curling to reach that sweet spot he had mapped throughout the years. Every movement adding fuel to your impending orgasm, a plethora of moans and whimpers escaping whilst you clung to the brunette, bracing yourself against his board shoulders. Feeling the waves of pleasure collect as your body shakes in desperation to find that release, waiting for Ransom to offer you that sweet ecstasy.

Feeling your walls constrict around his digits as he increases his attack on your clit, eyes locked with your own as he watches you struggle to hold your resolve. Until finally, it snaps. Knees buckling as chants of his name run wild from your throat, gripping onto the large man as his hand sops with your delicious juices.

Mind hazed with your dying climax, bones turning limp with exhaustion but that meant nothing to Ransom. Pulling your barely clothed figure across his shoulder, body bouncing with every stride as he laid you roughly down at the base of the Christmas tree.

He worked in a blur, belt falling with a metallic thud against the hard of the floors and the vibrant tree lights kissed his sculpted figure with a glow that made him look like an angel, even if he was so full of sin.

The rattle of the Christmas decorations pulled you back to alert consciousness, watching Ransom tug a shimmering golden wrap of tinsel from its neatly placed position.

“Do you know how difficult it was to find a Christmas tree on Christmas eve? D’you know how annoying those fucking lights are?” The sting of the scratching tinsel encasing your hands, restraining any movements as you squirm in anxious excitement. “But here you go, princess. You wanted Christmas? You got it.”

Leaning closer as his lips ghosted over yours, making your body beg for connection, he clutched your throat within his commanding hand. The ever-slight pressure bringing that intense sensory overload so soon after you orgasm, eliciting a quiet pant of want.

“You got your Christmas tree, and now, I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you underneath it. Got it?”

Leaving no room for answer as his hips slam into you. Painfully erect length settling inside of the warm walls, sending the ache of stretch throughout your body as it mixes in with pleasure. No matter how many times Ransom fucked you, his size was something you could never get used to.

Tugging at your festive constraints as the brunette found his pace. Slamming into your frame with little consideration as if he was lost in the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around his throbbing cock. The sounds bounced off the walls as his guttural moans accompanied your wanton chants of his name, both melding with the noises of your bodies connecting.

Ransom ingrained this sight into his memory. The light highlighting the ruined makeup that smeared gently by your eyes, the way every thrust threated to expose your breasts from their confines, how his name looked on your lips as you worshipped him.

Pulling your pillowy thigh to rest against his hip as your leg wraps around his body, bringing him closer than before. Reaching deeper parts of your body as you shrieked with bliss at the newfound angle, spurring him to push deeper and harder as to hear those pornographic sounds once more.

“Baby, please, I’m gonna cum. Too good, so good.”

Never faltering in his pace, a large hand reached to grip your neck once more, reminding you of the control he held. “Not so bratty now, are you? My pathetic little whore, already begging for me. Cum for me”

The rough tips of his fingers dug into your hips as he sturdied himself with your body before increasing the power of his thrusts. Calculated with his strength as he pistoned into your ever-tightening hole, movements becoming more feral with each whimper that left your lips.

He never slowed as that coil snapped within you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your being with each bone shaking in the bliss of your orgasm. Walls gripping his aching erection like a vice, begging his own release to flood over him in union with yours. Even with your pathetic attempts of protest at the overstimulation, body burning with sensitivity as he brushed your sweet spot with every plunge. But Ransom was selfish, he was seeking his release.

“Such a pretty little thing you are. Much prefer you like this, babbling like a little brainless thing. Shit, I’ll put up with that Christmas bullshit just so I can fuck this perfect pussy daily.”

Sentences stringing from his mouth as he approaches that powerful climax, feelings of that day bubbling over the edge to make it all a bit more intense, and the delicious cries emitting from your sensitive-self bringing him to his high.

Yanking away from your gripping warmth as he allows that high to take over, grunts rumbling from his chest. Thick spurts of his seed decorating your breasts, glistening in the Christmassy glow of the tree and offering such a beautiful sight that he wished he could photograph.

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be a white Christmas”

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[teddyarabellapicker]

The View From… The Top Bunk

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You're on tour with the band and (Humbug!) Alex gets you alone on the bus while the rest of the band are out.

warnings: smut, cringey jokes from Matt, Nick, and Jamie

word count: 3.2k

-written for @indiee19 and her imagines book on wattpad, the fic is also up on her page ❤️

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The sound of the boys shuffling around the bus and chattering woke you up. You tried to nuzzle your head back into Alex's neck, but he wasn't there. You opened your eyes, seeing that Alex wasn't squeezed into the bunk with you. You groaned and forced yourself out of the bunk, eyes adjusting to the sudden ray of light that came through the windows.

You dug into yours and Alex's bag, grabbing one of his shirts and you walked to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes to try and help wake you up. Once you got there, you went in and brushed your hair and teeth, making yourself somewhat presentable, putting the shirt on over your bra that you slept in.

You used a hair tie on your wrist to tie it up so it didn't go past your shorts. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time and then walked out, turning off the light and walking to the small lounge at the back of the bus, seeing Alex and the rest of the band sitting on the sofa.

"Ahh, so the beast has awoken and come out of its cave," Matt said, eliciting a laugh from everyone.

"Fuck off, Matt," you said, still tired and half asleep. You walked over to Alex, sitting beside him and nuzzling your head into his neck, cuddling up to him and Alex wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and lifted you chin so that he could kiss you. You could taste the last cigarette he had before you woke and you smelled his spicy cologne that you bought him for his birthday.

"Oh, no, we better leave before they start shagging," Jamie said, making a disgust face. You and Alex both held up your middle fingers at him, Nick and Matt laughing. Alex pulled away and you nuzzled back into Alex's neck, closing your eyes.

"You alright, princess?" Alex asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, just ... just a little tired," you said and yawned immediately after making Alex 'aww' in his head. You drifted off into your own world, not paying attention to anyone or what they were saying.

All you knew was that they were talking about what songs they would play on their set list for the gig later. You heard them say something about playing 'When the sun goes down,' 'Brianstorm,' and 'Teddy Picker' but that was about all you heard.

Thirty minutes went by and then the boys got up, including Alex, making you finally open your eyes when your head fell without his shoulder holding your head up.

"Where are you guys going?" you asked, sitting up completely.

"Oh, we're going to the sound check," Alex said, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you want to come?"

"Sure, just let me get properly dressed," you said and got up and went to yours and Alex's bag.

"Okay, we'll be outside, love," Alex said, walking outside with the rest of the band.

You reached the part of the bus where your bag was, reaching in it, grabbing some denim shorts and a t-shirt, putting on some shoes and the you walked outside, walking up behind Alex and scaring him. Matt, Nick, and Jamie laughed, Alex on the other hand, did not.

"Not funny," he said.

"Oh, come on, pull the stick out of your ass, it was funny and you know it," you replied, kissing him, making him smile, no longer being slightly mad.

"Okay, you're right. It was funny, princess," he said quietly, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. "We ready to go?" Alex asked the band.

"Yeah, Al. Let me go get Mark," Matt said, quickly telling Mark to come on and Mark grabbed his camera. You all got in the car, just barley enough room for all six of you. You were in between Alex and Jamie, Alex's fingers intertwined with your own. Jamie glanced over to you two and jokingly rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"You two better not snog in front of me," he joked. You and Alex laughed and Alex gave you a quick peck on the lips. Jamie made an over exaggerated disgusted face when Alex peppered your face with kisses, your lips, cheeks and forehead and everyone else laughed.

Alex stopped kissing you and laid his head down on your shoulder. "I love you, princess," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to your jaw. You rested your head on top of his and you both sat in silence as everyone else talked the entire way there.

Once the car came to a halt at the venue they were playing at, everyone got out, Alex's hands grabbing yours and intertwining his fingers with yours, always desperate to touch you, whether it was by holding hand or laying beside you, he always liked to have some sort of physical contact with you.

You all walked into the venue they were playing at and you sat backstage while they did their sound check. Every now and then during the sound check Alex would look at you and when he stopped singing, he would blow you a kiss.

Even though it was their sound check, they still sounded amazing. Mark was filming them, no doubt for another installment of 'The View From...' videos that Matt was quite fond of doing and were also very fun to film. You laughed when Alex walked over to Jamie and did what you would describe as 'guitar fucking' where Alex was standing over Jamie and played their guitars and made weird faces at each other.

You were kind of sad whenever the sound check ended but you were also happy that you could kiss Alex finally. As soon as he sat down his guitar, he kissed you, his slightly chapped lips moving against your own.

Matt tapped on Alex's shoulder. "Okay, lovebirds, that's enough," he said. You and Alex pulled apart.

"Just because you're sad and single doesn't mean that you have to project onto us, Matt," Alex laughed. You couldn't help but laugh as well, Nick and Jamie joining in.

The show didn't start for another four hours so you all decided to play some games - throw the lime down the corridor, cards, but mostly throw the lime down the corridor, that made the hours go by fast.

You hadn't realized how close the time was to when the show was supposed to begin, after a while of playing the game, Alex grabbed you and pulled you into his dressing room.

"Alex,"  you squealed. He pushed you against the wall and instantly started kissing you, his hands traveling up your body to fondle your breasts through the material of your shirt and bra.

"Alex, stop, you have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said, pushing him away. You immediately missed the feeling of his lips against yours, but you didn't want to be the reason that he wasn't on stage in time.

He sighed and stepped back, grabbing the clothes he was going to perform in, quickly changing all the while you were watching him. Once he finished changing he ran his fingers through his hair, styling it in the mirror. You were jealous of how incredibly good his hair always looked, jealous of how soft and shiny and smooth it was, and how it rarely ever got tangled. His hair was better than yours could ever be, but you didn't mind because he was perfect.

"Do I look good, love?" Alex asked when he noticed you starring at him, chuckling lightly.

"You always look good, Al," you replied, Alex blushed at your compliment, always being an adorable, shy boy.

"Al, come on. We have to go on stage!" Matt yelled from outside his dressing room. You and Alex walked out, hand in hand. Alex grabbed his guitar and kissed you before going up on stage with everyone else.

Just like always, their show was amazing. The way Matt played the drums that made the songs, Alex's absolutely amazing vocals as well as Matt and Nick's backing vocals and Jamie occasionally messing up the cords, but still doing amazing. You couldn't help but sing along sometimes, though your voice didn't compare to Alex's whatsoever.

Your favourite song they played that night though was Do Me A Favour, though you were confused whenever Alex laughed during the saddest part of the song, but the confusion quickly went away when the drums and guitar kicked in.

Though you enjoyed the sound check, you enjoyed the show even more, and you loved the confidence that they all radiated, acting like the coolest people in the world, because they were. You loved hearing the crowd cheer for them - and you also loved the girls yelling at Alex.

"I love you, Alex!"

"You're amazing!"

"You're a fucking amazing singer!"

"Alright, everybody, it's time for us to go. We're gonna leave you with this one," Alex said, seeming sad himself. They started playing D Is For Dangerous, and you were glad they did, it was one of your favourite songs after all.

You got so into the song that you forgot that it was their last song of the night and you were sad whenever they stopped and said goodbye to the crowd. They all walked off stage, leaving their instruments on stage for the next night when they would be performing again.

You stood up and walked over to Alex, his face immediately lighting up when he saw you, grabbing your waist, kissing your temple.

"Did you enjoy the show, princess?" he asked. You nodded and told him that you absolutely loved it and couldn't wait for tomorrow nights show, certain that it would be even better than this one.

You saw the guys talking and wondered what they were talking about. They then walked over to you and Alex.

"So, we're going to out and eat, you guys wanna come?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, or do you guys want to go back to the bus all by yourselves?" Jamie added, him and Matt laughing. You rolled your eyes and Alex looked at you, then back at the guys.

"Nah, I think we'll go," he said, grabbing your hand, walking you to his dressing room to change, the rest of the guys doing the same. Alex wore the blue button up that you'd bought him for his birthday, he wore it every chance he got, it only being special because you had bought it and not anyone else. He quickly stepped into his black jeans and tugged them up, buttoning and zipping them.

You were on your phone most of the time, responding to messages from friends and family who were asking about the show. Alex saying your name snapped you out of your daze and you looked up at him, seeing his adorable, lazy grin that he only did when he was alone with you, not wanting to show it in public in fear of breaking his 'bad boy' persona that he had.

"You're so cute," you smiled, laughing when he made a weird face at you. You wished that he showed his playful and goofy side in public, you thought that his persona wasn't truthful to who he actually was - a shy, quiet, socially awkward, playful romantic boy.

"You ready?" Alex asked, holding his hand out for you to grab. You took his hand and he helped you stand up, grabbing his bag that had the clothes he performed in and you both walked out, leaving the building entirely, seeing the guys waiting for you two.

"You guys ready?" Matt asked, leaning on the car, Nick and Jamie getting in it along with Mark in the very back, Jamie sitting where he sat on the way to the venue.

"Yeah," you said. You and Alex then got into the car, sitting in the same spots as before, you in between Alex and Jamie, Alex beside the window.

The drive was full of singing, shitty jokes, and occasionally sneaky kisses between you and Alex. Nick and Jamie ended up arguing about witch soccer team was better and it was fairly funny, Matt even joined in. You couldn't help but laugh when they tried to bring Alex into the argument, though he quickly stopped that, saying that he didn't have a say in it.

You layed your head down on Alex's shoulder for the rest of the drive, holding hands, tuning out the stupid argument going on between the rest of the boys.

The car came to a halt at a restaurant, everyone getting out and walking inside, stopping in the entryway for the band to take a picture with a fan of theirs. You all then walked over to a podium where a waitress was standing.

"How many?" they asked, getting ready to pick up some menus.

"Uh ... six," Matt said, stopping for a moment to count up all of you.

"Okay, right this way," they said, picking up six menus, leading you all to a round table where you all took your seats. The seat beside you was empty, Alex sitting on the other side. The waitress left and soon after another waiter came to take your drink orders, bringing them out not long after.

It was a few more minutes until you all had decided what you were going to order and the waiter was quick to come back and take your orders, rushing it to the kitchen.

The boys somehow got back onto their argument on soccer, their bickering amusing, it was like they were children arguing about what superhero was the best which made it all the more better.

They seemed to be too into the argument to notice that Alex was now much closer to you, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, brushing dangerously close to your clothed clit. You quickly grabbed his hand, reminding him that you were in public. He didn't seem to care though, continuing to rub your thigh, lightly brushing against your clit through the material of your shorts. You held back a gasp and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from you.

He glared at you, grabbing your hand, kissing it. You all talked until your food arrived at the table, though that didn't stop Alex from teasing you again. Whenever the guys were looking away from you two he would whisper dirty things in your ear.

"I can't wait till we get back to the bus."

"You look so hot right now, princess."

You knew that this was either him being horny as always, or it was his gig high that he hadn't shaken off yet. Your second thought was confirmed when he went back to rubbing you thigh, never wanting to do something like this in public, whispering in your ear. "When we get back to the bus, I'm going to fuck you up." That was it, you were gone, couldn't handle his teasing any longer.

"Please, Alex," you said quietly, begging him with your eyes. "As you wish, princess," he said, taking his hand off your thigh. "Hey, guys, I think we're gonna head back to the bus, she's not feeling really well," Alex lied, you playing along.

"Oh, okay, hope you feel better, love," Matt said, drinking his beer. "Thanks, Matt," you said softly, acting as if you were actually not well. You and Alex said your goodbyes to Jamie, Nick, and Mark and then left the restaurant, rushing to get to the bus.

You were both very eagar, more than  you could've ever remembered, the ten minute walk taking a little less than five when you began to hurriedly get there, pushing past people so you could get there faster.

As soon as you both reached the bus and got in, Alex pushed you against the wall, attaching his slightly chapped lips to yours, moving in sync with one another. He bit down on your bottom lip, demanding entrance and you complied, his tongue easily fighting yours into submission. He was quick to rid you of your shirt, working on getting your pants off.

Once he rid you of your pants, leaving you in your bra and panties, he grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump, to which you did. He carried you to your shared bunk with him. You shuffled out of the rest of your garments before crawling into the top bunk, watching as Alex took off his own clothes, crawling in and laying over you, closing the curtain.

He wasn't in the mood to tease you anymore, too far gone just like yourself. He was quick to give his thick cock a few tugs before he nestled himself between your legs, slowly pushing in, head falling down on your shoulder when he bottomed out, the feeling of your walls stretching to fit his size too much for him.

He let you adjust to his size before starting to move, going slowly, setting a pace of his own liking, though it didn't last long, he couldn't take it anymore, his need to hear you moan for him growing immensely. And it didn't take long before you were a moaning mess for him, fingers knotting in his precious hair that you loved so much.

He began to place wet kisses on your neck, one of his hands coming in between your bodies to rub vigorously on your clit, his other hand the only thing holding all of his weight off of you. You knew that it wouldn't be long until you came undone, his thrusts getting faster and faster, but at the same time sloppier and it was obvious that he wasn't very far off either.

"A-Alex, I'm so close," you whimpered, voice trailing off into a moan as Alex had delivered a particularly hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars.

"Come for me, princess," he said, delivering one more hard thrust, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your own orgasm triggering Alex's, his hips stilling, his hot release spurting inside you.

His support arm gave out and he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.

"God, I love you," he panted, the both of you coming down from your highs. "I love you too, Al," you responded.

All of a sudden, you heard the bus door open and heard Matt yell yours and Alex's name. You heard him walk over to the bunk and opened the curtain, quickly closing it when  he saw you both.

"God, Al, you could've given me a warning," Matt said, walking away. "Jamie, Nick, don't look in their bunk. Trust me, you'll regret it," you heard Matt say in the small lounge room and Nick and Jamie's laughter echoed through the bus.

"Sorry," Alex yelled, pulling out of you with a sigh, the two of you shuffling so that you both could sleep comfortably in the very small bunk. "Goodnight, princess, I love you.

"I love you too, Al."

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→ Let Me Hold Them ღ

→ Teacher’s Pet ღ

→ CHARMOLYPI [Series] ❣☪ღ✓ 

→  Hey Mama ❣

→ Plus Forte ❣ღ

→ Hermeneutics ❣☪ღ

→ All Night ❣ღ

→ Begin Again ❣☪

→ Attention ღ

→ Special Package ღ

→ Thou shall not harm ☪ღ

→ In Heat ☪ღ

→ Party ღ

→ Beauty & the bookworm ❣☪ღ

→ 00-Beginning-Shift ☪ღ

→ Inked ☪

→ Just the Four of Us [Series] ღ☪✓

→ Rental ❣☪ღ

→  Wannabe ☪ღ

→ more recs coming soon

𝒦𝒾𝓂 𝒮𝑒𝑜𝓀𝒿𝒾𝓃:

→ Lacuna ☪❣

→ Mine ღ 

→ Don’t Wanna Fall [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Pink ღ 

→ The Devil’s Family ❣ღ

→ Off Limits [Series] ღ✓

→ Ready ღ

→ Christmas Cookies ღ

→ Fall in Hatred ❣☪

→ Black Forest ❣☪

→ Fast Lane ღ

→ Business Affairs ❣☪ღ 

→ CHARMOLYPI [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Peach Parfait [Two Shot] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Bad Kitten ღ

→ Arrogant ❣☪ღ

→ For Love & Money [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Seven Seconds in Heaven ❣☪ღ

→ Lovesick ❣☪

→ The Leather Loafers ❣

→ The NewsCasters ❣ღ✓

→ Made of stardust: Folia ❣ღ

→ Red Envelope ❣ღ

→ Lovely Little Mess ❣ღ

→ Hold On [Series] ☪✓

→ Good Girl ❣ღ

→ Kairos ❣☪ღ

→ more recs coming soon

𝑀𝒾𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾:

→ Intruder ❣

→ Act On It ☪ღ❣

→ Tsundere ☪ღ

→ Hate To Love You ☪ღ❣

→ Boseong Breakfast ☪ღ❣♔

→ Unravel ❣

→ Home For Christmas ☪❣

→ Humbug Blues ☪ღ❣

→ Ink Nemesis [Series] ❣☪✓  

→ Hidden Stars [Series] ☪ღ✓  

→ Wildest Moments [Series] ღ✓  

→ Punch Drunk ☪ღ 

→ Adore ღ  

→ Three Squeezes [Two Shot] ❣☪ღ♔  

→ Heavy Sugar ღ♔ 

→ Aquiver [Series] ❣☪ღ✓  

→ Three Is Home ❣ 

→ Play Thing ღ  

→ All I Want For Christmas ❣ 

→ The Truth Between Us [Series] ❣☪✓  

→ Bonnie & Clyde [Series] ❣☪✓  

→ Churro Chumps ❣  

→ I Go *** For You ღ  

→ Neighborly Etiquette ❣☪  

→ Making the most out of a ghost (oh, we’re toast!) ❣☪ღ  

→ Unexpected [Series] ☪ღ✓  

→ Close to You ❣☪ 

→ Restraint ☪ღ  

→ A Brief Story of Time ❣☪ღ 

→ Daegu hold ‘em ❣  

→ Baby Fever ღ 

→ Mi Casa ❣ 

→ Curious ღ  

→ Performance Evaluation ღ  

→ Tongue Tech ღ  

→ Heart Haunting ❣☪ 

→ Somebody Else ☪ღ  

→ The Honeytrap ღ 

→ Arranged [Series] ❣☪✓  

→ Enigma [Series] ❣☪ღ✓ 

→ Catharsis ღ  

→ Unread ❣☪ღ  

→ Closed Circuit ღ  

→ Party ღ 

→ Baby, you can drive my car ❣☪ღ 

→ Basketball Captain ❣ღ 

→ Ceo!Yoongi ❣ღ  

→ The Fishnet Stockings ღ  

→ Daddy’s little girl ❣ღ  

→ Android!Yoongi ❣ღ  

→ Demon!Yoongi ღ  

→ The Early Shift [Series] ❣☪ღ✓  

→ Everglow [Series] ❣ღ✓ 

→ Dreamcatcher ❣☪  

→ Student Council Prez [Series] ❣☪✓  

→ First Date Bait ❣ 

→ Just the Four of Us [Series] ღ☪✓  

→ As We Go Along ❣☪ღ 

→ Kiwi ❣☪ღ  

→ Good Girl ❣ღ 

→ more recs coming soon

𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝓈𝑒𝑜𝓀:

→ Orectic ღ❣

→ Rescue Me ☪ღ❣ 

→ Golden Heart [Series] ❣✓

→ Three Squeezes [Two Shot] ❣☪ღ♔

→ Hot Rod ❣ღ

→ Three Is Home ❣

→ Sonic Rain ❣☪ღ

→ Peppermint [Two Shot] ❣☪✓

→ Trust Me ❣☪

→  CHARMOLYPI [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Night Stalker ❣☪ღ

→ Now or Never [Series] ❣☪ღ✓ 

→ Heavy ღ

→ Attention ღ

→ Special Package ღ

→ Jealous ღ

→ Suncity ❣☪ღ

→ Magnetized [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Silver Bells and Cockle Shells ❣☪ღ

→ Say no to this ღ

→ Ambiguous ❣☪ღ 

→ Charred [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Party ღ

→ Head Over Heels to Hell ❣☪

→ Jungle Park [Series] ❣☪✓

→ New Year's Eve ❣ღ

→ Snowflake Kisses ❣☪ღ 

→ Ruby Crush ☪ღ

→ more recs coming soon

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒥𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓃:

→ Star Light, Star Bright ☪ღ❣

→ Last Christmas ☪❣

→ Rescue Me ☪ღ❣

→ Serendipity ❣☪

→ To Be Us [Two Shot] ☪ღ

→ Handyman [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Ragdoll [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Faded Love ❣☪ღ

→ Syndicate ☪ღ

→ Tumble dry ღ

→ Radio Silence ღ

→ Appa ❣

→ Tease ❣ღ

→ Ribbons ❣ღ

→ Beneath the Water ❣☪ღ 

→ Locked in Love ❣☪ღ

→ Lovesick ❣☪

→ Earnestly Yours ❣

→ Memories of Old and New ❣☪

→ Good Girl ❣ღ 

→ more recs coming soon

𝒦𝒾𝓂 𝒯𝒶𝑒𝒽𝓎𝓊𝓃𝑔:

→ First Christmas ❣

→ Heatwave Godless Heatwave Drabbles ☪ღ❣♔

→ Picking Flowers ☪ღ❣♔ 

→ Paper Cranes ❣☪ღ♔  

→ Seoksanhwa ❣☪ღ 

→ Angel ❣ღ 

→ Adore ღ 

→ To Be Us [Two Shot] ☪ღ✓ 

→ Get You The Moon ❣☪ღ  

→ Playful ❣☪  

→ Feline Instinct ❣

→ Curious ღ  

→ Fake Love ❣☪ღ  

→ Greengreengreen ღ  

→ Business Attire ღ  

→ Somebody Else ☪ღ 

→ Everythingoes ❣☪ღ 

→ Stay the night ☪ღ 

→ Insomnia ღ  

→ Stuck With You ❣ღ  

→ Falling in crayolove ❣☪  

→ Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues [Series] ❣☪✓ 

→ Out of the Blue ❣☪  

→ The President’s Son [Series] ❣☪✓  

→ A Matter of Shyness [Series] ❣☪✓  

→ Sanctuary ❣☪ღ  

→ Nerves on Edge ❣ღ 

→ Surprise ☪ღ 

→ SweetPea [Series] ❣☪ღ✓  

→ Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell [Series] ❣☪ღ✓♔ 

→ Ravenous ღ  

→ more recs coming soon

𝒥𝑒𝑜𝓃 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓀𝑜𝑜𝓀:

→ Kissing Fire [Series] ✓☪❣ღ♔

→ It Ain’t Me [Text AU] ☪✓  

→ The millionaire and his lover ❣☪ღ  

→ Hidden Stars [Series] ☪ღ✓  

→ Beauty and The Beast ❣☪ღ 

→ Since Day One ❣ღ  

→ Don’t Wanna Fall [Series] ❣☪✓  

→ Angel ❣ღ 

→ Pink ღ  

→ Noona ღ  

→ Let Me Hold Them ღ 

→ Pen Pals ❣☪ღ  

→ Long Lost ❣☪  

→ The Wedding Planners ❣☪ღ  

→ Ice Prince ❣☪  

→ New Romantics ❣☪  

→ Microwave (Mis)adventures ❣☪ღ 

→ Fire and Ice ❣  

→ Contradict ❣☪ღ✓ 

→ Change of Heart ❣☪  

→ Making the most out of a ghost (oh, we’re toast!) ❣☪ღ  

→ Nervous Proposal [Two Part] ❣ღ✓  

→ Home ❣☪  

→ Falling Skies [Series] ❣☪ღ✓ 

→ Howling For You ❣ღ  

→ Hopping Mad For You ❣ღ  

→ Preydator ❣  

→ One Night, Two Parties ❣ღ  

→ CHARMOLYPI [Series] ❣☪ღ✓ 

→ Animal [Series] ☪ღ✓  

→ A fallen bookmark on a Thursday afternoon ❣☪ღ 

→ Blizzard ❣ღ  

→ Green Room ღ  

→ High Rise ❣  

→ Shark Week ❣  

→ The Name Game ❣  

→ Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So (Fucking Done) ღ 

→ Itch ❣ღ 

→ Ribbons ❣ღ 

→ Everythingoes ❣☪ღ  

→ Daddy ღ  

→ His Name [Series] ☪✓  

→ Moonlight Melody ❣☪ 

→ Room for Dessert [Series] ღ✓ 

→ Bite Me ❣☪ღ  

→ Rebound ☪ღ 

→ Lifeguard ❣☪ღ  

→ Heartbreak Trials ☪ღ 

→ Chess of Ice [Series] ❣☪✓  

→ Crumbs ❣☪ღ  

→ Krampus for Christmas ❣ღ  

→ Nerves on Edge ❣ღ  

→ 10 Beats Before The Light ☪ღ  

→ Will You Make a Mess Now ❣ღ 

→ Break My Mind’s Eye [Series] ☪ღ✓  

→ SweetPea [Series] ❣☪ღ✓ 

→ Love Alive ❣☪ღ  

→ Picture Perfect ❣ღ♔  

→ Every Breath You Take [Series] ❣☪ღ 

→ more recs coming soon

𝐵𝒯𝒮:

→ Save Me [Series]  ✓☪❣ღ 

→ Thesis It [Series] ✓ Prove It [Series] ✎ ☪❣ღ♔ 

→ Tomorrow [Series] ❣☪ღ✓

→ Uncia [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Safe with me [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Please ღ 

→ Protect Them [Safe with me sequel] ❣☪✓

→ Home [Series] ❣☪✓

→ Peppermint Mocha ❣ღ

→ Cum! BTS [Two Shot] ღ✓

→ The Seven Kinds of Love ❣☪ღ

→ Let Me Hold Them Again ❣ღ 

→ Happy Holidays ❣

→ more recs coming soon

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[stevebillyrecs]

Not-So-Fluffy Holiday Season Recs

Ho-ho-ho, it’s that time of the year again! Where we all drown in thoughtful gifts, family bonding, and mistletoe kisses! If you’re looking for something other than just pure fluff (like me) but still want to get your holiday season fix, this is the rec list for you. That’s not to say that there won’t be any fluff, just that it’s not the sole focus of the story!

Included: Christmas, Thanksgiving, and New Year’s Eve fics containing family drama, smut, heavy plot, or just some good ol’ angsty pining. Also, still a whole lot of fluff in between the non-fluff. Not included: Fics about any other, especially non-Christian holidays… because I couldn’t find a single one. Sad!

24 fics under the cut!

mistletoe and other holiday propaganda by brawlite / @brawlite & ToAStranger / @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (54k, E)

Everybody wants something for Christmas. It just so happens that the only way for everyone to get what they want is for Billy and Steve to pretend to be dating over Christmas break. It’s really the only option.

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out by eternalgoldfish / @eternalgoldfish (3k, T)

Steve moves to Indianapolis to avoid Hawkins, but Billy doesn’t get the memo. Now it’s Christmas, they’re snowed in at work, and Steve is giving up on holidays. Merry Christmas, I could care less.

been crawling series by kate_button / @un-buttoned (8k, E)

The crop top was right there on the main aisle in the women’s section. Steve’s not entirely sure, like, why it exists, but he’s not disappointed about it. The rest of it came together pretty quickly (and cheaply) after that. So anyway, that’s how he finds himself drinking jungle juice out of a red solo cup looking like the twenty-two-year-old-man version of Karen Smith, animal ears and too much skin, bada boom, costume. I’m a dog. Duh.

You Get the Mistletoe and I’ll Be Your Santa, Baby by LazyBaker / @granpappy-winchester (2k, G)

Steve’s looking at him and Billy’s wearing Steve’s itchy and warm handmade I love you sweater, looking right back. They’re sharing a blanket.

nothing is finite (in the evening light) by Philosoferre / @babyhargrove (22k, T)

“It’d be convenient,” Billy adds. He’s looking at Steve expectantly, but he’s still a little guarded. “And, uh. Road trips, you know. They’re supposed to be fun and shit. Don’t make this a bigger deal than it is, Harrington.” Steve finds himself smiling; he doesn’t bother trying to hide it. Billy narrows his eyes curiously. "Sure,” Steve says. Or, Steve and Billy go on a road trip to Hawkins for Christmas break. Both of them might be very much in love.

If You Kissed Me Now by socknonny / @socknonny (1k, T)

When Steve kisses Jonathan under the mistletoe at the Byers’ Christmas party, it’s only for a joke. But for some reason, it sets Billy off, and Steve won’t leave him alone until he understands why.

Christmas in the Benz by flippyspoon / @flippyspoon (6k, E)

Steve escapes a crappy Harrington Christmas only to find another crappy Christmas refugee.

Under the Moon by ImNeitherNor / @imneithernor (3k, T)

“Hargrove?” The voice yanks Billy back into the present and he stands up fast enough to make himself dizzy. He blinks twice, shifts his boots in the snow, and looks over to where the voice had floated from. Standing in his Members Only jacket with that fucking bat over his shoulder, Steve looks at him like he’s seen a ghost. Billy clenches his fists and notices how Steve’s eyes trail to the blood on his mouth, the blossoming color on his cheek. “You’re bleeding,” Steve points out, like Billy doesn’t know that. “Really fucking observant, Harrington,” Billy curls his lip up and flicks his tongue out, over the split, and Steve’s eyes follow it like they always do. It’s a visceral thrill up his spine but anger eats it up. Steve is off limits and, as much as Billy wants to lick into his mouth and feel those lean muscles against his own, he isn’t stupid.

I don’t want a lot for Christmas by r0nj4 / @a-station-on-your-way (1k, M)

Steve buys a Christmas present and has mixed feelings about it.

well damn, billy, i can't control the weather by obsceme / @hartigays (7k, T)

narrator: and there was only one bed all of us, collectively: (gasps) and there was only one bed

Last Christmas by shocked_into_shame / @bornwithoutsin (2k, E)

It’s Billy and Steve’s first Christmas together, and Steve will not stop singing that fucking Wham song. Billy doesn’t mind, though, because Steve agrees to make it up to him.

Thankful For by ChrisLeon / @vgorodye (8k, NR)

The ad read: ‘No one to bring home for the holidays? Looking to piss off your parents? I’m your guy. 22 y.o. ex-con, never graduated high school, proud owner of a Camaro one year younger than I am. I can play anywhere from 18 to 29 depending on if I shave or not. Currently working as a line cook and late nights at a bar. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a serious relationship with you to torment your family, I’m down.’ Steve knew it was bad idea. He clicked on it anyway.

Five Days (To Midnight) by Blink_Blue / @winters-blue-children (7k, E)

It's been months since Steve left Hawkins and walked out of Billy's life. He's back for the holidays and Billy gets one last chance to make things right. They have five days together. Five days left of the year. Five days to cherish.

Time after Time by lemonlovely / @lemonlovely (10k, E)

“Really, Harrington. Stop avoiding the question. Tell me.” Those blue eyes flashed like an animal's in the dark depths of the Camaro. He repeated himself, enunciating like Steve was particularly slow. “Why. Would I have seen. Your wallet?” Steve glared down at Billy, feeling like they were caught in some kind of a staring contest that he hadn’t actually initiated, but also didn’t particularly want to lose either. Which seemed to happen a lot when he was around Billy – and that hadn’t been a lot for a few months. He’d been avoided like the plague, or maybe it was the other way around. Jesus Christ, apparently Billy was really gonna make him say it, as much as Steve didn't want to. He grit his teeth together. “Because.” Steve said. “I think I might have left it in…the backseat of your car. You know. That night. And I need it back.”

Deck the Fucking Halls by XxmerthurcatxX / @callmelilyshameless (700, T)

Billy hates Christmas but he loves Steve.

Mountain of Dreams by socknonny / @socknonny (1k, E)

Steve's drunk, and someone is singing.

Rivers 'Til I Reach You by tracy7307 / @tracy7307 (10k, E)

“I know lifting's a bad idea but I’m feeling.” Shame twisted up in Billy’s gut, and he toyed at his lasagna with his fork. “I don’t feel as. I don’t know. Confident.” His muscle mass was not as bulky as it used to be -- his abs and biceps just a shadow of what they once were. He had a soft little belly now. And then there were the scars. Dark pink floral patterns of scars all wound over his back, sides, and abdomen. Suddenly the thought of shirtless summer weather struck dread in his heart. For now, long-sleeved henleys and sweatshirts provided the perfect way for him to hide. It was literally the only time he’d been thankful for winter. “Hey,” Harrington said from across the table. He paused until Billy looked up to his eyes. His tone grew delicate and serious. “I’m not fucking around, okay? You. Look. Good.” And the way that Harrington looked at him -- brown eyes soft, his gaze lingering on Billy’s face. On his eyes. Well, maybe he meant it. “Yeah?” Billy asked. He felt his face heating. “You think so?” Harrington took the last bite of his lasagna. “Definitely.”

I Play Along with the Charade by moonflowers / @eatingmoonflowers (7k, T)

Billy'd been keeping an even closer eye on Harrington after that night at the Byers' - only natural, right? Thing is, watching and wondering never was enough for Billy.

in the wilderness life becomes by lymricks / @lymricks (3k, T)

Back in Hawkins for a winter break, Steve and Billy remember what it was like and learn about what it could be. Or, three old memories of Hawkins and one new one.

Bah Humbug, Billy Hargrove by LaVeraceVia / @laveracevia (14k, E)

“It’s okay, Billy. You’re not in any danger. No one can hear us,” Harrington says, and something about his tone—it’s not right. It’s too calm. Too…what? Certain. It’s too certain. Steve Harrington doesn’t talk like that. He means to say are you fucking high?, but what comes out instead is, “Who are you?” “Would you believe me if I said I was your guardian angel?”

merry christmas (i don’t want to fight tonight) by gothyringwald / @gothyringwald (1k, T)

Billy stands alone by the wall, beer in hand, a string of lights twinkling cheerfully above his head. Across the room Stacy Brent corners Steve under the mistletoe, pointing at it with one artfully manicured nail and smiling suggestively. His stomach turns and his blood heats. He chugs his beer, wipes his hand over the back of his mouth, jaw clenching as Stacy leans in.

Tell me, baby by socknonny / @socknonny (2k, M)

Steve finds Billy chopping down the worst tree in the entire Christmas Tree Farm.

A Love Thing by tracy7307 / @tracy7307 (2k, E)

Even five months after recovering from his injuries, Billy still has residual effects from the mindflayer. It's Christmas. Steve wants to help.

Happy Holidays From Your Least Favourite Homosexuals by bry0psida / @bry0psidawrites (1k, T)

Steve's family haven't had any contact with him since he came out as bi. He gets wind from Robin that he's being excluded from the family Christmas Card. Billy has the solution.

#harringrove #harringrove fics #harringrove fic recs #stranger things #reclist #trope:christmas #trope:thanksgiving #trope:newyears

[all-things-fic]

Masterlist

Finally got my shit together and created a masterlist! Not to be that bitch but please don’t repost my writing anywhere without my permission! Any requests or feedback are always welcomed, just hit up my ask box!

Any fics that feature an asterisk (*) denote smut. Click on each bolded title to read said fic.  Fics start from oldest to newest (the newest piece of writing will always be at the bottom, including under blurbs)

One Shots

Practicing (*)

This is Dad!Harry in Cabo being super soft - albeit slightly tipsy - with Y/N discussing trying for a baby and celebrating James’ birthday.

***

The two of you glowed while looking at each other, Harry trying to do away with his large smile as he bit into his bottom lip. You raised your eyebrows at him, goading him in a playful manner to give into his softness.

The next words he spoke caused a shiver to run through you. His hand clammy on your back as he subconsciously showed his nerves. “Can’t wait to have a couple of little ones runnin’ around.”

“How many do you want?”

You were surprised at how you were playing into the conversation. The question so easily rolling off your tongue.

“I’d have loads, love,” he chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners. “But it’s not me whose gonna give birth is it? S’on you that one.”

***

Make Amends (*)

This is Husband!Harry (with a slight (and by slight I mean minute) feat. of Dad!Harry) not knowing where he has gone wrong with the missus and then doing his very best to sort his shit out.

***

“What are you doing here, H?” You asked, eyes still down on the paper.

“I’m fighting for you.”

His words made you snap your neck up at him. How easily he’d said them matched his stance, two hands resting on the counter of the island opposite you, arms spread making his shoulders hunched but broad nonetheless.

As he held your gaze firmly with his, you felt yourself break. Those words caused your chest to heave, your bottom lip trembling lightly before you pressed you lips together hard.

“Tha’ okay?” He asked, looking at you with an intense but soft stare. You lightly nodded, not knowing if he caught it, not knowing why it was always so easy. The tilt in his lips however, let you know he did. Let you know that it was easy just because it should be, because it was him. His green eyes looked alive again for the first time in forever as his intense stare became softer.

***

All Settled In (*)

This is Husband!Harry eating chips off the floor of his newly bought house with Y/N, discussing renovations and just simply enjoying his new wife.

***

He looked over at you, his face falling slightly as he saw the emotion behind your eyes. “Wha’? Wha is it?”

You stayed silent, swallowing thickly. Trying to contain your emotion. After all you felt as if you were being silly.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind on the colour of the walls again?” He pleaded.

You shook your head over at him.

“Then wha’ is it?” He asked with more concern this time.

Swallowing again, you spoke with a croaky tone, “This is really it? This is our forever home.

From your words you watched a lopsided smile tilt up onto his lips, his hand brushing his now slightly damp hair away from his face. He walked towards you with this warm and glow-y expression, causing you to blush and slowly smile back at him.

“It bloody better be, it’s cost me an arm and a leg,” he joked, reaching out to pull you towards him, before he hooked his arms behind your back and attacked your neck with kisses which were accompanied by obnoxious growls, trying to lighten the mood.

***

Underneath The Tree (*)

This is boyfriend!Harry decorating his house with his girlfriend and trying so very hard to get her to move in with him. 

***

Halfway through, you felt something being placed onto your head causing you to sharply turn around and be met with the sparkling green eyes of your boyfriend.  You fought the smile from your lips as you took him in. A black Santa hat covered his longer hair and sat firmly on his head. It read ‘bah humbug’.

“Suits you,” you commented, watching him scrunch his face up at your flippant comment. “Dare I ask what you’ve just added to my head.”

“Have a feel-“

“Do I want to?”

“Dunno, do you?” His dimple dented his left cheek, eyes shiny as he raised his eyebrows. Just the once, but more than enough to emphasise his questioning.

“H-“ you slapped the top of his arm with the back of your hand.

“Hey, hey, less of tha’,” he started. “Bloody minds in the gutter again.”

“Who said it was ever out?”

***

Need Your Love So Bad (*)

This is husband!Harry not able to keep his hands to himself while he watches you be far too domestic for your own good. 

***

“Y’want me to shag you?” he pressed forward with a gentle rock, his kisses moving down your jaw as you closed your eyes. “’Aven’t shagged your properly since I got ‘ome, wha’ kinda husband does that make me, ‘ey?” he breathed against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the skin.

“The shit kind,” you joke, Harry playfully jostling your hips with his hands before you squealed, laughing lightly as he manoeuvred you so your body was bent forward, cheek pressed against the black granite of your utility room, stomach pressed awkwardly against the front of  your washing machine.

***

Cavalcami (*)

This is newly wed Harry in Italy turning his hand to learning Italian, unable to keep his hands to himself and you loving every second of being Mrs Styles. 

***

“Got a quite tan line here,” you joked, with a soft smile after you let your eyes linger on his fingers. You felt proud of the way his wedding ring had already made itself known onto his skin subconsciously.

“So have you,” he relayed, toying with the strap of your maxi dress. You looked at him, knocking your eyes back to his, enjoying the way his hand slid so slowly from your shoulder to cup the back of your neck and his eyes followed his fingers.

He guided his lips to yours and passionately enveloped his lips over your top lip, softly pulling away after he left the sponging kiss knowing he could get heated as his warm breath mixed with yours. “Gonna show me your other white bits,” he breathed, taking on his lower register as you rocked yourself closer to him. “Or ‘ave I gotta find ‘em all by m’self.”

***

Head Over Heels (*)

This is Met Gala Harry prancing around naked in his heels that rival your own, and you willingly getting on your knees due to the sight before you.

***

“Awfully confident for a man whose wearing a blouse and heels that match the length of his girlfriends.” You saw the way his eyes lit up as he rolled his head further back on his neck to look at you. Ring clad hands pushed deep inside the pockets of his trousers as he pressed his groin forwards into nothing but thin air.

Standing dick first, he smirked, slowly. “You and I both know that my length matches nothing you’ve ever come across before in your life.”

You held his gaze. “S’why I’m still around.”

His head dropped back as he barked a laugh at your retort, eyes crinkling as they looked up to the ceiling for your hotel suite. Christ, I love you,” he sighed as his laughter died down.

***

With This Ring (*)

This is Wedding Harry basking in marriage under the heat of the Italian sun and managing to get you to take a dirty picture for him.

***

“Your wife is waiting,” you teased with a slight command, watching the way he slowly turned his head to look at you. He eyed you for a while, enjoying the demanding expression you had chosen to wear.

“Alright,” he stressed, voice high pitched, tilting his head as he kept eye contact. Knowing that it would kill the illusion, you bit your bottom lip, trying to hide away the smile that you hadn’t been able to take off your lips since the minute you had become Mrs Styles.

“I’m bloody comin’, didn’t realise you were this impatient, wouldn’t have married yer ‘f I had!” he joked, walking around the back of the car, your friends and family laughing resoundingly at him.

***

Mistletoe Jam (*)

This is Husband Harry at Christmas revealling a kink you didn’t know before now.

***

“Probably got a thing for one of the elves. Husband’s let himself go a bit-“

“Santa or me?” He chuckled.

You smiled against the lip of your champagne flute, eyes moving upwards to see the profile of your husband’s face as he stopped all washing up to look at you. “All I’m saying is maybe only leave one mince pie out for Santa this year when you’re helping the kids set up the plate.”

“Look, Santa is a strapping lad,” he spoke with conviction. “He can’t help it, if Mrs Claus is a feeder.”

“I am not a feeder, Harry,” you laughed, throwing the tea towel back at him.

“Darling, I don’t know what kind of role play you’re into but maybe this is something we should pick up after we’ve put the kids to bed.”

***

***

Forbidden Fruit (*)

Sickenly sweet flirty morning conversation over breakfast under the Malibu sun with your fiance, what more could you ask for?

***

Swallowing, you lifted your eyes and caught Harry watching you. He sat, lounged back in his seat, eyes devouring you over the heart shaped tinted lenses that he had chosen to wear.

“Look at you sitting over there all heart eyes for me.”

His lips, pressed tightly together, spluttered out a laugh. “Christ almighty,” he whispered in exasperation, closing his eyes and letting his head drop back so he could look up to the cloudless, blue sky. “‘S worse than one of mine tha’ is-“

“Pretty sure that is one of yours,” you chortled in response, watching him raise his eyebrows, as he leaned forward again. This time he took a swipe at two of the chopped strawberries. The closest fruit to him.

***

Spoilin’ for a Fight (*)

Sometimes Harry just likes to push your buttons, today wasn’t any exception.

***

“You’re not going out in that, are you?”

“‘S there a problem ‘f I am?”

A charged pause.

Harry’s remark was shot out instantly, on yours as fast as a predator was on their prey.

Inhaling deeply through your nose, you looked back at him through the mirror. A slant to his lips as he waited once more.

Gentle raise of his eyebrows. Faint but definitely there. Goading. Knowing you would be so aware of every moment, every twitch with your eye for detail. His eyes shone in a way that he was daring you.

Oh, he was spoiling for a fight. Most definitely.

***

Series

Divorce Harry

Divorce Harry - When it all becomes too much and you get something off your chest. Divorce Harry II - When you’re in denial and realise it’s harder to run than it is to fight. Divorce Harry III - When your car goes against your and decides you need to come face to face with the man you’re divorcing (this is a scene that is mentioned in part two, but it set during the time of part two)

Quarantine Harry 

Quarntine Begins At Home - When you and your new husband are forced to come to a stop and bunker down Stay Still - When you realise you’ve never wanted anything more but the timing couldn’t be any worse

Blurbs

On Your Doorstep - Harry returns home to surprise you  In Front of the Fire - Reminscing over white wine during a difficult time Skye in Scotland - An indulgant blurb of Harry in Scotland that will turn into a one shot once I get my act together.  First Kisses - Soft first date with even softer kisses.  Gimme a Taste - When Harry’s starving for you Shit Talking - Even Harry loves a good bitch every now an again Comforting Kisses - When Harry receives some news and seeks the arms of someone he knows After Sex Kisses - Basking in each when you’re reunited and its boiling hot Easter Sunday - Family days with the Styles’

#masterlist #this is a massive work in progress btw

[ficswithluv]

HELLO fellow admins, for this festive week, I'd like to recommend the first holiday fic I ever wrote; Humbug Blues. I can still remember how happy I was when I wrote it and came up with the idea of an adorable lovable scrooge Yoongi. The fic is filled with warmth and holiday cheer, along with a hilarious scene I still can't believe I wrote involving the holiday spirits lool

Hi! Thank you for recommending your story bby, we will add it to our masterlist!

– Admin Dia

#week 17a #winter holiday week 2020 #fic: Humbug Blues #author: guktro #guktro #answered