#ficmas 2022

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Made With Love (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Made With Love (Rated T)

Request?: Technically YES (say thank you to @bakerstreethound, everyone)

Pairing: Husband!Steve Harrington x Wife!Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k+

Warnings: Brief infrequent language with a slight innuendo; Reader is also AFAB (a female at birth) due to mention of pregnancy

Summary: For Stevemas Day 10; After getting married, you and Steve started to move into his parents' old home. Upon packing, you come across some of Steve's old belongings. When more of these creations keep popping up, you come to discover your husband has a bit of a surprise for you. What happens when it turns out you have a surprise of your own?

The first experience you had with Steve’s new hobby happened shortly after you moved into your new home. Well, your new home, his old one. Once the two of you officially tied the knot, Steve’s parents allowed their son to take ownership of their home. In actuality, it had taken a lot of convincing to get them to feel comfortable moving into a smaller place on the outskirts of Hawkins. For months, your husband needed to go back and forth packing and unpacking boxes of yours and theirs. 

It was a lot of work, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world. The end result was the two of you finally have a place to call your own. You finally had somewhere to settle down and have the family you both laid awake for hours imagining. 

You were home. 

One night when you were unpacking boxes, you came across some of Steve’s old things. Before the house, your shared apartment was incredibly small, just cozy enough for the two of you to cuddle on the couch to watch tapes from work and go to bed together every night. Most of your belongings had either ended up stashed in boxes in the closet or in your mother’s garage until you had found a more permanent home. Sure, you had to share space with your younger brother’s mad science lab, but at least your stuff was safe…relatively speaking. 

You hardly remembered seeing this box prior to the move and curiosity was a temptress. As you flipped open the lid, a smile fluttered against your face when you noticed a soft knitted blanket nestled atop other trinkets. You reached in to pull it out and found yourself immediately wrapping it around your frame. It was a mishmash of pastel colors: blues and greens and purples all intertwined by the softest yarn you had ever felt in your life. You assumed it was a gift to Steve from his grandma, Eleanor Louise Harrington. 

When you were dating, Steve would tell you the most wonderful stories about the woman who was always there for him. She would be in charge of watching over him whenever his parents were out of town at a young age, which was more often than not. Grandma Eleanor was the reason little Steve loved the holidays. She’d always make it special for him, whether it was reading the Twas the Night Before Christmas every Christmas Eve or teaching him to make her special gingersnaps for Santa. When she passed away when he was thirteen, Steve had needed to learn the hard way how the world wasn’t always made of the magic Grandma Eleanor helped him believe in.

It wasn’t until he met you that his Christmas spirit slowly started to make its return. 

You placed the blanket back in the box and set it on your husband’s side of the closet. Even though you had already peeked inside, you didn’t want to invade the remainder of his privacy. For the rest of the day, your gaze would lock onto the box and a smile would fall upon your features before you kissed Steve for being sentimental. Now, Steve himself didn’t understand just why you were being so affectionate, but there was one thing he knew for a fact: he would never refuse kisses from the love of his life. 

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Your second encounter occurred a few months later, once the winter chill began to set in. You had been waiting in Hawkins High’s parking lot behind the wheel of your husband’s treasured BMW for your brother to barge out and demand entry into the passenger’s seat. Steve had decided to take on another shift at Family Video in order to have a little extra cash for holidays, so you volunteered to pick Dustin up from school.

“It’s alright if you need to use the heat, babe,” Steve had called out. “It’s cold out there. Don’t need you turning into a popsicle before Christmas!” 

“Good thing I have you to warm me up when I get back,” you teased with a smile and a wink, fingers snatching up the keys from his left coat pocket. 

“A husband’s job is never done, is it?” Steve gave a rather dramatic sigh.

As you made contact with the cold metal, your hand brushed something else much softer. You frowned as you reached deeper inside the pocket and pulled out a grey knitted glove. It was slightly misshapen but made from soft yarn, similar to that of the blanket still stashed away in your shared bedroom. Without thinking, you raised it up into the air in question toward your husband. 

“Think I might steal these,” you called out and grabbed the matching mitt from his pocket before you head out the door toward his car. 

A knock on the passenger window snapped you from your thoughts. As you turned your head, you noticed Dustin waving at you with a frown on his face. “Can you open the door?” his muffled shout questioned. “I’m freezing my nuts off out here.”

His naturally curly hair looked matted as he yanked off his hat: a red knitted trapper. “Jesus,” he continued to ramble as he tugged on the seat belt across his form. “Where were you?! It has to be like negative ten outside.”

“I’ve been waiting out here for the last thirty minutes!” you argued. “I was starting to think you had gotten a ride from someone else.”

“I mean where were you just now? I was knocking on the window for at least five minutes.”

Oh, whoops. “Sorry.” You reached over the center console to adjust the heat and turn up the radio. A smile formed as “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” began to play over the speakers. “Guess I got a little bit distracted.”

Your brother scoffed. “I’ll say,” he muttered. “Get married and all of a sudden, you and Steve hardly ever pay attention to us anymore. Do you guys ever take a breath from sucking face or is that just around me?”

“Dustin!”

“Fine, fine!” Dustin held his hands up in mock surrender. “Can you just drop me off at Mike’s? We’re supposed to be planning this oneshot for when Will finally gets back home.” 

There was a pregnant pause that lingered throughout the car as you shifted gears and started the trek to the Wheeler’s residence. You felt Dustin’s eyes on you the entire time. His mouth opened and then shut a few times, as though he was preparing to ask you something and had decided against it. 

“Something’s different about you,” he mused. You felt his stare on you, much more focused than before. In your peripheral, you noticed he was squinting now. “Did you get a haircut?”

“...No?” you shifted self-consciously in the driver’s seat. Your brother was the Sherlock Holmes of the family, detective extraordinaire. Great for uncovering interference from the Upside Down, not so much when it comes to getting involved in your personal life. “And will you stop staring at me like that?” You waved a free mitten-covered hand in his direction. “It’s freaking me the hell out.”

“Oh, he gave you a pair, too!” Dustin noted with a grin. “They’re a lot better than his first try, aren’t they?”

You frowned and risked a quick glance in his direction before you returned your gaze to the road ahead. “What?”

“The gloves! Steve gave ‘em to you, right?”

“Not exactly,” you explained. “I took them from his coat. What do you mean they’re better than his first try?”

The car returned to silence once again. 

“Dustin?”

Silence. A quick look over toward your brother revealed he had suddenly become interested in the fresh piles of snow against the side of the road. Nose wrinkled, you shook your head and pulled into the Wheeler’s street. Unfortunately for Dustin, mystery solving was in your genetics, and this was one question you wanted answered.  

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“Babe?” you called out as you walked into the foyer of the house that evening. When you had taken Steve’s car from work, you had left him yours in the parking lot. You were surprised to see it back in the driveway once you arrived home after dropping Dustin off. Your stay had been much longer than you anticipated, with Nancy trying to make plans to finish Christmas shopping with you later in the week since she was home from Boston. 

“Shit,” came the faint hiss of your husband’s voice from the living room. As you started to make your way toward the sound, you heard him clear his throat. “You’re back early, babe. I thought Dustin wanted to go to the mall to do some shopping.”

“Uh, no. He needed us to drop him off at the Wheelers. Something about some campaign they’ve been planning for Will,” you said with a frown. “Why is it so dark in here?”

As you flicked the lights on, you couldn’t help but blink at the sight before you. There was your husband perched in one of the armchairs you had gotten from your mother. He was wearing his wire-framed glasses, a side-effect of a few too many blows to the noggin over the years. Half a blanket was draped over his knee, pooling onto the floor below. As you walked closer, you noticed two large metal sticks in his hands. They were twitching as he stared over at you owlishly with wide eyes. 

“Did you…make this?” you whispered almost far too quietly as you knelt down to lift up the edge of the blanket. Running your hand along it, you smiled at the soft yarn’s texture. It was a beautiful blanket with its blend of purples, orange, and yellows. The pattern reminded you of your favorite time of day: sunset. When you started dating, you used to drag Steve to the top of Walker’s Mountain to watch it almost every night. To most people, the setting of the sun meant the end of another busy day. To you, though, it was a reminder of how you survived another day no matter what evils may have been against you. 

“Uh, y-yeah,” Steve stuttered. “It was mostly me.”

You tilted your head to look up at him. “Mostly?”

“Well, Virginia helped. Marge, too.”

“Marge? Virginia?” An amused smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Something I have to be worried about, honey?”

“No!!” your husband was quick to exclaim. “No, no. They’re just…”

“Just…?”

A sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he set the knitting needles down into his lap. He leaned forward to ghost his lips against your hairline. “Look,” he said. “I’ve uh, I’ve been going to the community center between shifts at the store on Saturday. There’s this class they host– more like a club.” He hesitated, glancing between you and the blanket in his lap. “They teach you how to knit.”

You smiled. “So you’ve been learning to knit?” 

“Yeah.” He nodded. “It’s actually been…nice, you know? Helps give me something to do. I don’t feel as helpless as I used to. It’s more peaceful than anything.”

“You know I wouldn’t tease you for this, right?” you asked, hands reaching up to gently cradle his face. Your heart strained at the thought of Steve being afraid of getting judged by you for what his father would have considered a so-called woman’s hobby. “I think it’s great you’ve found a hobby.”

“What?” Steve asked in shock. “No- no, that’s not why I was- oh, shit, babe. Did you think I didn’t want to- oh, no. That’s not it. I was going to tell you!” He chuckled a bit and sighed, lifting up the unfinished blanket in his lap. “I, uh, I just didn’t want to until I finished this.”

“Is this,” you started, “for me?”

Your husband nodded and used one hand to smooth out the knitted material. “I know how much you love sunsets,” he said quietly, “and I know we missed a lot of them with everything that went down over the years. I thought this might make up for it.”

You practically melted into a puddle from your kneeling position on the floor. Without another word, you bounced up as pressed your lips to his, ignoring the awkward feeling of his frames as they pressed into your face. “I love you,” you breathed out as you broke apart. 

“I love you, too,” Steve was quick to reply. “I just didn’t want to jinx myself and mess up this surprise, you know?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I get it,” you soothed. “But, uh, I think you might need to make a few adjustments to it.”

Steve’s face dropped. “Is something wrong with it? Do you not like it?!” he fretted. “Oh God, I knew I should have picked another pattern–”

“Babe,” you interrupted. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What?” 

Hiding a smile, you reached across his lap to smooth out the blanket. You absentmindedly started to trace shapes into it as you glanced up at him. “It’s a beautiful blanket, Steve,” you said slowly. “But I think it’ll need to be a little bigger.”

Steve furrowed his brow and tilted his head to the side. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “This should be plenty big for us to use on the couch.”

“For right now, yeah,” you chose your words carefully. A knowing smile threatened to stretch around your lips and you had to fight the urge to let it show. “But I don’t think that’ll be the case in a year.”

Steve followed your gaze lower down your body, resting upon your abdomen. You couldn’t help it. A risked glance back up at him told you his brain was slowly putting the pieces together. “Are you-” he asked, eyes snapping up to meet yours. “Are you really?”

When your smile finally broke free and you nodded, your husband all but threw his unfinished product across the room and pulled you into a heated kiss. As you threaded your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, you felt his lips curl into a smile against your own. His fingers danced their way under the hem of your shirt and pressed themselves against the skin of your stomach. He let them linger there for a moment before he released you on his lap.

“I was going to wait until Christmas to tell you,” you admitted, “but I just couldn’t help it. Especially when you were being as sweet as this.”

Steve laughed, a genuine one that sent butterflies soaring within your stomach. Your heart swelled at the sight of pure happiness which radiated off of him in waves. “That little shit was right,” he said between chuckles. “Knew I should have listened to him.”

You rolled your eyes. Leave it to your little brother’s observational skills to almost ruin the moment.  

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One year later, you sat on the couch with Steve’s sunset blanket across your lap and two little babies asleep in your arms. It had been a long and eventful year, but you wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything. This year was Amelia and Emery’s first Christmas as part of your little family and you couldn’t be happier.

Yes, you and Steve hardly had any sleep the night before, thanks to last minute preparations between the screams of hungry twins. Yes, you were already exhausted despite only being fully awake for two hours. Yet this was the moment you had been dreaming about for twelve months. You weren’t so much as going to blink if it meant risking losing a moment of this special day.

A few moments later, Steve slid onto the couch beside you with two mugs of hot chocolate in hand. As much as you would kill for a real caffeine hit, you couldn’t resist the alluring smell of melted chocolate and cinnamon. Your husband placed his mug on the coffee table and reached for Em so you could take the warm beverage from his other hand. 

The two of you enjoyed the peaceful sounds of cooing four-month-olds paired with the soft hum of Christmas carols played over the radio for a while. As you leaned against your husband, he pressed a kiss to your temple and gently tapped your side – a signal to adjust your position. He placed a sleeping Em into the portable crib you had brought downstairs the previous evening before doing the same for Amy. 

“Sorry,” he apologized with a meek smile. “I would’ve let them sleep there, but I have something for you.” He walked over to the tree and picked up a small box wrapped in candy cane patterned paper. When he came back to the couch, he set it atop the blanket on your lap and moved to sit down with an arm draped over your shoulders. 

“I thought we said no gifts for each other this year,” you mused. “It was just for the girls.”

“We did,” Steve agreed with a nod. “I mean, technically I didn’t break that promise. It’s not anything big, I promise. I just…I thought you might like it.”

You shot him a questioning glance before you used your fingers to delicately tear at the wrapping, being incredibly careful not to wake the sleeping children nearby. When you opened the box, a small gasp escaped your lips. Inside, wrapped in a cocoon of white tissue paper, were two small Santa hats. Knitted in a yarn as red of holly berries, both hats were adorned with a fuzzy white pom-pom and trim around the brim. When you lifted them out of the box, you began to tear up. At the brim of each hat was a series of embroidery of your daughters’ names: Amelia Robin Harrington and Emery Louise Harrington.

Overcome with emotion, you immediately turned to look at your husband. Steve was already looking down at you, concern etched on his features. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, voice shaking slightly. “Do you not like it–”

 Just like you did twelve months ago, you silenced his ramblings with a kiss. This time, it was one of pure unadulterated love. You clung onto his blue and white Christmas sweater for dear life. Tears of happiness pricked at your eyes as you ran a hand against the side of his face. When you broke apart, you sent him a teary smile. “You really are amazing, Steve Harrington,” you whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he answered almost immediately. 

You turned your attention back down to the little hats in your lap and glanced over to the portable crib that held your sleeping angels. You knew it would be a struggle to keep the hats on for long, but you hoped it would at least last until Jonathan arrived with his camera later on in the evening. 

This was by far the best Christmas you had ever had and deep down you knew this was only the beginning. You smiled fondly to yourself as you thought about all of the other Christmas Days your little family would have for the rest of your lives. It had been a tough journey to get to where you were, but you wouldn't have changed a second for the world because you and Steve found your family… 

…and that's all you could ever want or need.

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Author's Note: I'm not crying, you are. No seriously, I had so much fun writing down this idea after receiving this through an ask by the amazing Ace. I got to explore the early days of Dad!Steve and learn more about his life with the reader a bit along the way. My only frustration is I couldn't keep this fic as gender neutral as I would have liked, but I'm still incredibly happy with how it came out.

We're only two fics away from the end of Stevemas. How are we liking the event so far?! If you enjoyed this fic and want to see more like it on my blog, make sure to leave a comment, tag a friend who you think might like it, and reblog this post! Likes are appreciated, but it's these other interactions that really help spread the word about my writing and motivate me to keep creating content like this for you all to enjoy! If you want to keep up to date with the last few days of Stevemas or want to see more of my work in the future, maybe consider giving my blog a follow, too! I promise I won't spam you too much with promoting other writers' amazing works :)

Until next time, my little sparks <3

Taglist: @bakerstreethound, @theelmgrove

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[rebelliousstories]

Family

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Louis Pointe du Lac x Reader, Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader

Fandom: Interview With The Vampire

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 910

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Claudia has requested that everyone get along for one night. Hopefully, they can make her Christmas wish come true.

Every Christmas, Claudia was given any and every present she desired. New dresses, dolls, fabulous art; you name it she had it. And since being gifted a mother figure, she only had one wish for Christmas. Well, one main wish. She wanted everyone to play night and have a family night in for Christmas. Her two papas and mama bickered constantly. Louis tended to isolate himself from the other two, but she never went without love from them.

Oh, they would pretend in front of her, but she knew that they would argue when she retreated into her coffin for the evening. They would try to keep their voices down in the beginning but inevitably, they would start shouting at some point. One night, Claudia hit her breaking point. Her papas and mama had been arguing for hours. The sun had almost risen, and they still were not done. Crawling out of her bed, she held her doll tight as she made her way to the living room where the adults stood.

“All he is asking is that you don’t bring Claudia along with you to hunt all the time, Les. Please, she’s an impressionable young lady and it’s Christmas. Will you please calm down for an evening?” Her mama pleaded, grasping Lestat’s hands in hers. He tugged them away sharply.

“Well, I think she should be going out. Experiencing life as a creature of the night. Why shouldn’t we when it’s Christmas? It’s not like god has forsaken us or anything.” He lamented, as dramatic as ever. Louis remained silent, which gave the young girl the perfect time to slip in.

“Will you all stop fighting?” Claudia demanded, standing firm in her place.

“Claudia, what are you doing up?” Louis finally spoke after a moment, coming to scoop her up. She let her papa hold her to his chest, while she continued to speak.

“I couldn’t sleep because of the arguing. It’s not right for you all to be this unhappy at Christmas.” She cried, tucking her face into Louis’ shoulder.

“Oh dear,” her mama came near, “we’re not unhappy. Just sometimes adults sound that way when they are passionate about something.” Stroking her daughter’s head, Claudia’s eyes became wide and filled with tears as she looked around.

“Will you please get along for one night? No arguments or anything. Just one night, please?” Her tears flowed down her face, and even Lestat seemed moved by the display. No one said anything as they looked at each other.

“Let’s get you to bed, little one.” Mama and Louis walked with her still in his grasp to her coffin. They laid her down, and with a final goodnight kiss to her perfectly curled head, the lid was shut. Walking out of the room, the couple stopped for a moment and stood in silence as they took in the gravity of Claudia’s words.

“Have you finally decided to join me once more, or am I too much trouble for you?” Lestat growled as they re-entered the room. She made her way across the floor, skirts flowing behind her to hold the blonde vampire.

“Les, we only want what is best for Claudia. But you heard her tonight. All out arguing is doing her no favors. Let’s just try to be more understanding for the season?” He stopped, and just stood there with an indignant expression on his face. Looking over, Louis seemed to straighten up under his gaze, with hopeful green eyes. Lestat held out a hand to his other lover, and brought him into the mix. Everyone was holding each other and standing still in the moment.

“I suppose we can put the debate on the back burner for now. I’d like to spend the night surrounded by my people, if that’s alright.” His tone was teasing,but the other two vampires were content to being there with him. It was a tight fit, but they made all three of the sleeping in the same coffin together work.

They spent the evening together, loving the ability to get back to how they used to be as younger vampires. Kisses were shared, as well as words of love that seemed to envelope the vampires in the coffin. No one called attention to the fact that this was the most Louis had spoken to Lestat in months.

The next evening, after the sun had fallen and the moon had replaced it, everyone began to stir from their resting places. However, Claudia noticed she heard no voices. No one was talking, or arguing, or shouting. It was silent. Tentatively, she opened the lid of her coffin and went to check the others. Louis’ was empty, as was her mama’s. Maybe they had taken off to go do some shopping before the shops closed for the evening.

But her ears caught something, that her eyes found next. Lestat’s larger coffin was emitting noise and was slightly cracked open. Tip toeing over, Claudia peaked her eyes in and found a sweet scene. Her two papas were wrapped around her mama in a sleepy embrace. No one had quite made the effort to get up, but all of their eyes were still closed. She smiled as she beheld them, happy to see them get along for once. Closing the lid back to where it was cracked, Claudia went back to her own coffin and figured she could use some more rest on this cold winter’s night.

#rebelliousstories #writing #25 days of ficmas #25 days of christmas #ficmas 2022 #interview with the vampire imagine #interview with the vampire #louis pointe du lac imagine #louis pointe du lac x reader #loustat #lestat x louis #lestat x reader #lestat de lioncourt imagine #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #claudia iwtv

[holy-puckslibrary]

← previous month’s round-up

here's a list of everything i published in the month of DECEMBER

˗ˏˋ main masterlist ˎˊ˗ 

━ see the special events below!

━ none this month! 

━ FICMAS (tumblr)

˗ˏˋ THE MRS. CLAUSE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — NATE MACKINNON x claus!reader premise — when she took the reins as the world's chief claus, her father forgot to disclose one very pressing hidden clause in the job contract…  cw — me getting way too into the lore of the council of legendary figures, reader is blinded by stress and nate is in lurrrvvv, and some mild angst wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ HOLIDATE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader premise — in order to avoid the annual interrogation into his love life, jack hughes enlists his longtime friend to be his totally platonic plus-one for the holidays. cw — alcohol mention, jack being moody while luke and quinn are menaces, and reader and jack are idiots (in love, affectionate) wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ CANDY CANE GRAM ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — teacher!JEFF SKINNER x teacher!reader premise — their students decide to play matchmaker before a school dance; will their scheming pay off? cw — me using jeff as an outlet for the degree in education i don’t use bc i would like to be financially stable, jeff and reader being sneaky sneaky, kiddos trying to play cupid, and my history major jumping out! wc — 2.4k

˗ˏˋ THE NANNY ON THE SHELF ˎˊ˗ ➤ series masterlist   pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x reader premise — in erik's absence, his nanny takes over staging the family's elf on the shelf in order to keep the magic alive for his children. results are… questionable. cw — pre-relationship/pre-therapy erik being a dick and josie being sassy (if you can’t handle the heat, get outta the kitchen — looking @ you ej…) wc — 1.1k

˗ˏˋ TRADITION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing — dbf!SIDNEY CROSBY x reader premise — it may not be the right plant, but it's close enough to justify upholding the festive tradition. cw — unspecified age gap (everyone's legal, dw), smokin' grass (oiud, a joint, mary jane, whichever term you want to use), 18+ content — innocence/corruption kink, adult language/dirty talk, sexual activity under the influence between two consenting adults, fingering (r), oral (r), slight exhibitionism kink, unprotected p in v + creampie (a very merry chrysler to you) wc — 4.4k

find more more holiday content ˗ˏˋ HERE ˎˊ˗

your fellow readers (and my lovely patrons) gifted you some spine-chilling spice this holiday season! be sure to thank them for their generosity when you get a chance <33

˗ˏˋ FARMER’S DAUGHTER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — foreman!JOSH ANDERSON x farmer’s daughter!reader premise — she’ll always remember the time she let her daddy's foreman soil her in the middle of his pasture… cw — backdoor play, costumes/roleplay (kinda sorta), + risky location/exhibitionism, implied age gap, outdated patriarchal beliefs, innocence kink, corruption kink, slight humilation kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, slight overstim, unprotected p in v, possessive!josh x virgin!reader (outdated definition and beliefs here, too) and just general filth wc — 3.5k

˗ˏˋ BONER-KILLER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — camp counselor!JACK HUGHES x camp counselor!reader premise — no machetes, no hockey masks… at least, that’s what he promised. cw — a few jokes about death/dying and murder, rather short n tame ("vanilla") barely-there spice from me???, jack being a little shithead (and a little switchy omg), a smidge of angst, and spoopy ending… (kevin heimbach hive rise!) wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ NEW PERSPECTIVE ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — (soft)dark!stalker!QUINN HUGHES x grey!reader premise — in his own shadowy domain, he could be whatever and whoever he wanted… cw — dom!reader + subby-as-hell!quinn (ngl he’s kind of a pathetic loser here, but that’s why we love him), m!receiving oral (perhaps too much idk you tell me) + cum play x2, quinn rendered dumb and speechless by his raging humiliation kink and his need for degradation (and an itty bitty bit of praise — quinn: new kink unlocked), i have been plagued w ball play as of late so im subjecting yall to it, mention of edging and orgasm denial, oh and just some pheromone kink bits and a cute lil oral fixation moment or two, nothing to see here! wc — 4k

˗ˏˋ LIVE DEMONSTRATION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) ➤ series masterlist pairing(s) — camboy!MITCH MARNER x camgirl!reader (+ some special guests) premise — their first performance with a live studio audience! cw — cameos…bc cameo lol, public sex (a literal audience), unprotected boinking + creampie, some reach-around finger-bang action, unprotected coitus + cum play bc mitchy is nasty, praise kink influencer!mitch — "content, baby, content!" (name that vlogger lol), brief past phone sex (kinda? idk you'll see), discussion of sex work and the selling of items wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ A PEARL ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — captain!ERIK KARLSSON x reader premise — its the rum talking… or is it? cw — stranger sex and CMNF, 18th century purity culture and oral (f receiving)  wc — 600 (preview of my POTC au)

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˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — firefighter!QUINN HUGHES x reader premise — over a decade ago, jack hughes broke her little sister’s heart. out of loyalty, she hasn’t spoken to his elder brother, quinn hughes, since. the holiday season is brimming with miracles; will a mended bridge make the list this year? cw — angst with a fluffy ending, quinn and the reader being overprotective idiots, named sister!oc (for the reader), kinda non-linear timeline, and less dialogue from me than usual wc — 2.7k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — baker!NICO HISCHIER x wedding planner!reader premise — nico, the owner of the most sought-after bakery in town, has always had a crush on the reader, an equally popular wedding planner in the area. never more than acquaintances, they still bonded over a shared love of sweetening memories for their special clients. without words, he can tell something is different this time – something is wrong. something happened last christmas; can nico save her from tears this year? cw — angst, mention of infidelity (not on or by nico), a failed engagement and some scrooge-esque pessimism, and some tooth-rotting, cliché fluff! wc — 1.6k

˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — MICHAEL BERZATTO (fx’s the bear) x reader premise — he should be at the celebrating, but he isn’t. he was, but not anymore. not after she called. instead, he’s playing… knight in shining sleigh for his kid brother’s childhood playmate. there’s only one way for this night to end… and it won’t land either of them on the nice list this year… cw — unreliable narrator + self-deprecation, age gap, non-canon timeline for the bear (because i don't want to do math lol), mention of reader x ritchie and implied past carmie x reader, alcohol, a lot of degradation, thigh riding / dry humping, orgasm denial, spit play, unhealthy people in an unhealthy non-relationship relationship, a pinch of misogyny, slight impact play, and slight inappropriate use of a santa costume… wc — 2.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 ˎˊ˗ (social media au) pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader; jack hughes x olivia rodrigo (iykyk); COLE CAUFIELD x reader premise — inspired by the song of the same name off of sab’s fruitcake ep cw — mention of cheating, me villianizing jack a wee bit, well-deserved cole love, and me having too much fun with famous!reader

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x nanny!reader ➤ series masterlist  premise — (set before the main story) every member of the johnson household loves christmas. all but the patriarch, whose heart seems to be two sizes too small. there is one person, however, who might put things right… cw — too much time in grinch!erik’s head, erik being a douche canoe for no reason and mopey because he’s emotionally constipated, alarming lack of josie and reese, and mel stirring the pot wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ (𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN (tg: maverick) x bradshaw!reader premise — a christmas miracle is orchestrated by the one person she least expects. cw — a cheesy nickname, mention of candy, an only child writing sibling banter, me not being over goose’s death (that i’ve only seen once because i physically can't experience that again), a smidge of angst followed by tooth-rotting fluff, a wee bit suggestive at the end, and my inability to keep a story contained to one upload wc — 1.8k

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐑𝐒. ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — professor!SIDNEY CROSBY x TA / grad student!reader premise — red lips, green envy. cw — nameless biotches trying to steal our man!! power imbalance, secret situationship, references to sex but nothing descriptive, and angst angst angst but some fluff for good measure too, some oc deets added to the reader (nothing physical) for story purposes, and insecurity being a bitch but sid is so words of affirmation slay <3 wc — 2.3k new au verse coming soon!

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader premise — during an island getaway, festive fury brings unspoken truths to the surface. cw — white people vacationing in hawai’i, mention of alcohol and liquid courage, reference to (past) underage drinking and (past) sex between consenting minors, mention of elementary age-bully, matty being a jealous, elitist douche via inner monologue and a loser-boy via sudden on-set of foot-in-mouth disease (very dangerous — stay safe out there, y’all!), reference to virginity / a lil slut-shaming, angst with a fluffy, suggestive ending wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — grinch!JAMIE DRYSDALE x martha may!reader premise — jamie hates christmas, but it may just all be a misunderstanding. cw — jamie being a passive aggressive baby because he's emotionally constipated, references to childhood bullying, emotional cheating / physical cheating (not on jamie or the reader, brief and kinda wholesome), jamie smoking a cig bc ~stressed~ (and a lack of healthy coping skills), mention of blood/violence (super brief), and references to an angel tree topper but no religion or religious components wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — single dad!MATT MARTIN x ballerina!reader premise — its the first role many young ballerinas aspire toward, and matt’s daughter is no different. however, matt has different aspirations for this season’s sugar plum fairy… cw — an age gap (unspecified, but mentioned), naughty things in a risky and wholesome location, me caring too much about stage costumes, non-hockey playin’ matt (implied), unprotected p in v coitus, and matt being a dirty simpy dog for his kid’s favorite person wc — 1.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖! ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JOE BURROW x reader premise — an unexpected road trip with his best friend’s little sister becomes a bit more than joe bargained for—in the best way possible. cw — insensitive comment about concussions, awkward!joe 🤍's the reader, + reader has a fear of storms and an overprotective brother wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — JEREMY SWAYMAN x reader premise — his california girl has never seen snow. this isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but she's not complaining… cw — this is straight-up p*rn. cum sharing/cum play, unprotected anal sex + ass eating from the back🙊, manhandling (affectionate), bondage via ribbon, spitting <3, minor objectification + minor discussion of injury, hints of overstim, personification of body parts, and dom!sway being a downright filthy menace ass man with a condescending potty mouth (pun not intended, but funny nonetheless) wc — 1.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; background trevor x the boys; slight jamie x mason premise — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving? cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week! wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 & 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — movie!MIKE SCHMIDT (fnaf) x reader premise — mike has something very specific on his list this christmas. cw — slight festive roleplay, breeding kink to the max (with the explicit intention of getting her knocked tf up), mike being obsessed with tits (and having a raging lactation kink), nipple play, dry humping & domestic dirty talk, no p in v (happens off-page/screen), mention of a past pregnancy scare, me wanting abby to be happy with every fiber of my being, and potential FNAF spoilers (honestly, not really) wc — 2.5k

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[finelinevogue]

finelinevogue ficmas

21st December - love me tomorrow

pairing: teacher!harry x teacher!reader🎄 (+13.8k)

22nd December - winter soldier, literally

pairing: boyfriend!bucky x reader 🎄 (+1.2k)

23rd December - thank God for mistletoe

pairing: uni!harry x uni!reader🎄 (+1.3k)

24th December - distant promises

pairing: boyfriend!bucky x reader🎄(2k)

25th December - don’t break my heart this year

pairing: ex-boyfriend!harry x reader🎄(+7.2k)

26th December - love, actually

pairing: husband!harry x reader🎄(+1.4k)

[all fics will be released at 6:00PM BST ]

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #ask finelinevogue #harry blurb #finelinevogue #harry styles concept #harry oneshot #ficmas 2022 #finelinevogue ficmas #finelinevogue ficmas 2022 #finelinevogue christmas fic #harry styles blurbs #bucky barnes blurbs #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes christmas fic #bucky barnes boyfriend #bucky barnes fic

[hardstraykidshours]

stray kids fic-mas: day 2

pairing: jisung x gn!reader

genre: smut (honestly more suggestive than anything), 18+ (minors dni)

summary: you and jisung always have fun with your christmas gifts each year.

length: 385

warnings: slight christmas mention, profanity, suggestive/sexual content, mentions of sex toys, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

ficmas 2022 masterlist

you and jisung have a little tradition every year for christmas.

since you're usually spending so much money buying gifts for friends and family, you made an agreement when you spent your first christmas together to only buying two gifts for each other. the gifts could really be anything from any price point, but there was a stipulation for each gift: one had to be a normal christmas gift and the other had to be a sex-related gift.

the sexy gift doesn't have to be anything fancy or flashy. in fact, it's preferred for it not be. occasionally you both splurge and buy something nice, but usually if you two seriously want something to use in the bedroom, you just go out and buy it right then. that means that by the time christmas rolls around each year, there isn't anything you both really need, so the christmas sex gifts are usually a little tongue in cheek. you both still want it to be something you can utilize while also being a little funny. some notable mentions for sex gifts you've given each other in the past are sex dice, fuzzy pink handcuffs, and a bullet vibrator with unicorns on it.

if jisung had to pick a favorite sex gift he's ever gotten you for christmas, it would probably be the sex advent calendar. he had to give that one to you a little early obviously, but he loved that you both got to try so many new things each day. there were small little toys in each day. some were things to use on you and some were things to use on him, so you both thoroughly enjoyed it.

now if you had to pick a favorite sex gift you've ever bought him, it would probably be the sexy mrs. clause outfit you bought for him to wear, complete with a little red mini skirt and all. thankfully it didn't cost you too much, because you knew he would probably never actually wear it, but the look on his face when he opened the gift was priceless. as you suspected, he went on and on about how there was no way you will ever catch him wearing it. except for that one time he put a little too much peppermint schnapps in his hot cocoa.

#han jisung smut #han jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imgaines #stray kids x reader #han jisung #stray kids #gn reader #ficmas 2022 #han jisung drabbles #stray kids drabbles #drabbles #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: dancing with minho

[gally6612]

So I was watching The Grinch who stole Christmas when I noticed something....

Is it just me or does Cindy Lou Who look like young Chrissy Cunningham?

#stranger things #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #the grinch #christmas #ficmas 2022 #peter ballard #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley #dustin henderson #will byers #mike wheeler #eleven #jane hopper #jim hopper #joyce hopper #jonathan byers #erica sinclair #max mayfield #billy hargrove #stranger things imagine #cindy lou who

[lilacliquors]

day one: walking in a winter wonderland

pairing: homelander x reader

word count: 768

notes: welcome to day one of the 12 days of ficmas! i've been looking so forward to writing these fluff prompts for the holidays, but due to finals, i only had the first two pre-written. so the others will be up, i'll write them in a timely fashion since i'm done with finals. but anyways, i hope you all enjoy, and remember that reblogs, comments, or even an ask are highly recommended, and likes are appreciated <3

despite your heavy jacket, gloves, and the scarf around your neck, the cold still nipped at your skin as the snow drifted down around you. it was only a few days until christmas, and the lights that adorned the city made you smile, it was your favorite time of year, the beauty and the joy unmatched by any other holiday. as you walked along the sidewalk, you felt a sudden breeze beside you, and you flinched slightly, turning your head away from the burst of cold before a chuckle had you looking back up.

“john? oh my god, hey!” you said, unwrapping your arms from your body to hurry over and give him a hug.

“hey, there’s my favorite lady,” he said, wrapping one arm around you to hug you back.

“i was just on my way to see you, small world,” you said with a smile, and he shrugged one shoulder.

“well, i just happened to be in the area, and i figured i’d get you a little something special,” he said, extending his other hand to you. you looked over and smiled; he’d brought a travel carton with two hot drink cups from the local coffee shop. he smiled as you took one of the cups from him and took a small sip, and warmth flooded your body.

“hot chocolate, my favorite,” you said.

“with a hint of mint, just the way you like it,” he said, and you gave him another squeeze.

“thank you, john. you have no idea how much i needed this.”

“i could tell, though. you looked chilled to the bone. which is why i won’t be offering you fly you. you’ll freeze to death,” he said, taking the second drink out of the carton before discarding it. ignoring the stares from onlooking civilians, he set his arm around your shoulders and started down the sidewalk with you. you snuggled into his side as you sipped your hot cocoa, humming to yourself as the sound of holiday music filled the air. starlight’s version of ‘santa baby’ played as you walked by a toy store, and you glanced into the window.

“toys have really come a long way, huh? when i was a kid, a had a wooden pulley porcupine that i just dragged behind me everywhere,” you said, and he laughed.

“really? i don’t think i had that. lot of soldier boy action figures, though. got a new one every year,” he said.

“oh my god, i had a crimson countess doll!” you said, and his smile filled you with even more warmth.

“then this must be fate then, huh?” he asked.

“must be.”

you continued to walk in pleasant silence, the snow swirling around you and getting caught in your hair. as you walked under streetlights, you felt homelander’s hand squeeze your shoulder, and you hummed softly.

“yes?” you asked, glancing up at him before sipping your drink again.

“just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look in the snow, that’s all,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.

“aw, you’re too sweet,” you said, snuggling into his side again.

“only for you,” he said, brushing a few snowflakes from your hair. you took a few more sips of your drink to finish it off, and he took the cup from you to throw out. with a smile, you wrapped an arm around his waist as you walked, and as you neared vought tower, he stopped, and pull you to his chest. you wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking yourself into him before he took off into the air. 

“john, it’s chilly up here,” you said, and he squeezed you.

“i know, i know. but just take a look,” he whispered, urging you to tilt your head. you did so, and you gazed out over the city. the lights twinkled below, the snow drifted down, and the city had never looked more beautiful.

“oh wow. it’s beautiful,” you breathed, and he smiled.

“not as beautiful as you,” he whispered, tilting your head back to him. he leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle kiss, and you smiled before returning the kiss.

“thank you for sharing this with me,” you said softly as he brought you back to the ground.

“of course. i wanted you to see our own little winter wonderland,” he said, letting go of you to open the door to the tower, allowing you in before him. “but the view is just as nice from my penthouse.”

“i’ll bet it is. lead the way,” you said, and he grinned.

“with pleasure.”

#homelander x reader #homelander fluff #12 days of ficmas #ficmas 2022 #atomwritez ficmas #homelander ficmas #atomwritez

[dreamlandcreations]

Grinch green

Loki x Maximoff!Reader

Summary: Being paired up on a mission with Loki ends up changing your relationship with the moody god…

Warnings: mentioned symptoms of hypothermia, enemies to (almost) lovers, idiots in love, Loki’s sense of self-worth is kinda nonexistent, drunk Reader, mention of celebrating Christmas, height difference

Written for @startrekkingaroundasgard's Winter Gift Exchange '22 event. An incredibly belated gift for @pastelmoomoo

note: if Maximoff!Reader is not your thing then pls ignore that bit and just treat her as a powered person, I’m pretty sure I deleted everything that would imply that or a physical description but I wanted to do a 2nd part so I decided to leave in this bit for that plot

~ 1,3K words

Out of all the Avengers, you’d think Loki would be the most useful if you get stuck in an ice realm, but no, his highness is quite chill in the freezing weather and not at all bothered that the ruins of the old castle where you found shelter from the storm provides no warmth at all.

Meanwhile, you are looking for anything you can use your powers on to seal the holes on the roof and cracks by the broken windows but you have no idea how anything could survive in this temperature. Your ability to transform and use living organisms with your magic always focused on plant life, however, at the moment you are tempted to make your annoying temporary partner’s blood boil and this time not just figuratively with rage as you usually do. 

Actually, you have no idea what you’ve done to deserve his instant hatred but this was the case ever since you met and he seemed to be determined to make you hate him too so you played with the cards you were dealt with. Just like now, bickering over everything, calling out his lack of concern and unhelpfulness but your insults sound weak when your teeth are clattering together so hard you start to stutter the words. 

Too busy with your grumbling, you don’t look back at Loki so you wouldn’t notice his worried expression as he regards your shivering form. He doesn’t say anything when you stop looking for a solution and slide down against a wall, resting your forehead on your knees and hugging your legs as you will your mind to start working again.

Before the sleepiness could take you under, you feel a weight land on you. Loki dropped his coat on you, leaning down to pull the cold fabric around your frame and suddenly lifted you up in his arms, moving forward without another word. You were too cold and too tired to even question him let alone argue so you just focused on trying to stay awake.

Not much later, he found the kitchen, which was still mostly intact, and put you on the table near the fireplace-looking stove and began to break chairs to start a fire. 

When he was satisfied with his work he pulled the heavy table even closer to the fire. He was out of the door by the time you started to get yourself together, only shouting to you as an afterthought that he'll scout around.

The unsaid order of you waiting here made you huff in annoyance but he was gone before you could start your usual bickering match.

A few hours later he found you dancing in front of the fire, drinking something while spinning until you were too dizzy to continue.

“What are you doing?”

“Loki!” You exclaim cheerfully as you see him, seemingly happy to have him there, which is never the case in normal circumstances. 

Loki narrows his eyes at you in suspicion, examining your glassy eyes and wide grin as his gaze slips to the bottle in your hand. “What is that?”

“Well, it remotely tastes like alcohol.” You answer nonchalantly before taking another sip.

He marches over to you, grabbing the bottle by enveloping your hand between his palm and the dusty item to take a look at it. “How much of this did you have?”

“It wasn’t all me.” You stare up at him pouting innocently but your mischievous giggle ruins your drunken act. “I shared with the flames.”

“I think that was quite enough for you, little witch.” 

“Hey!” You reach for the bottle he easily took and lose your balance, landing in his arms with a flustered “Oh.”

He lifts you up once again, taking a seat on the table, with you in his lap, holding you in silence for a long while.

“I found the portal but we will have to wait until the storm is gone.” Meaning, you will have to wait until you won’t freeze to death outside. But it was nice of him to not go there for a change.

“Ugh, it could take days,” you whine, which he finds oddly adorable, especially in your current state.

A shocked gasp is followed by another complaint. “We are going to miss Christmas.”

“Oh, dear. How are we going to survive that tragedy?” His mocking comment makes your pout return paired with a wrinkled forehead and he can’t decide which he wants to kiss away first.

“You’re a real Scrooge, you know? No…” you drag the last syllable as you our eyes widen with delight once again, “green.” You giggle as you come to a conclusion. “Grinch, you are the Grinch.”

He says nothing to your jesting, rather choosing to ignore you as he gets lost in his thoughts and stares into the fire.

When Loki thinks you have fallen a sleep, his gaze flickers to you, finding your eyes locked on him already and much to his confusion there’s a soft expression on your face as you study his features.

He doesn’t dare to breathe as you reach out, lightly caressing his cheek with your fingertips and he feels his skin vibrate with magic as he turns to his natural colouring.

“Hmm, I like you in blue too,” you sigh as you trace his marks delicately.  

You are surprised he lets you touch him, see him. He seems so vulnerable that makes your heart ache and your expression must show something of your emotions because he frowns angrily and leans away from your reach.

As he tries to stand, you let out a complaining noise that’s halfway through a weak grunt and a whine. Looking down, he takes in your confused but still adoring gaze. Breaths stuck in his lungs, not daring to move an inch, afraid to break the dream-like moment, he lets you touch him again.

He frowns at you with disbelief. “Are you not…?” 

“Scared?” Not exactly the word he would have used but an almost imperceivable tilt of his head says ‘sure’ so you answer his question in more ways than you realise. “Maybe I’d find these red eyes scary if they weren’t so sad and full of hurt all the time.”

Those expressive eyes become shiny with tears he struggles to hold back as he fights the urge to look away, or perhaps even to run away from you.

“I wish you would let someone close,” you sigh as your gaze follows the path of his marks. “I wish you wouldn’t hate me.”

It’s no more than a whisper but he hears it. A stuttering sigh escapes him as your fingers graze along the marks on his forehead then down his nose just to reach his lips and stop there for a moment before your hand fists into the fabric of his neckline, pulling him closer and closer.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the opportunity to find out how your lips would feel like on his own because as soon as your eyes flattered close your body went limp in his arms. 

His first reaction was to get overwhelmed with worry again but after checking your pulse and breathing he huffed out a simultaneously relieved and annoyed laugh as he realised you have just fallen asleep. 

Unable to look away from you, he thinks about all the things you have said and done in the past few minutes and starts to question his reasoning to keep you at arms length. Maybe he did have a chance with you, and maybe, just maybe he was good enough for once. His thoughts going so far as wondering if he might even deserve to be loved. Then again his doubts took over, blaming everything on your drunken state, with only a tiny bit of hope remaining that you might be feeling something for him too.

With a heavy sigh, Loki laid down with you next to him, pulling your back to his chest, providing more heat with his body now that he was starting to warm up as well. He would let you rest as he lies awake and thinks or probably overthinks things. His interrogation can wait until the morning, after all, you had a lot to discuss.

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki #winter gift exchange #ficmas 2022 #winter gift exchange 2022 #my stuff #my fics

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 22: Bellarke, String of Lights + Only One Bed

2022 Ficmas #3

Bellamy/Clarke, Modern AU, ~1200 words

For the prompt "string of lights + only one bed"

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At first, when the snowstorm hits, they all have a wonderful time. No one's going to brave the roads in this weather, but the apartment still has electricity and heat, and Raven and Clarke keep their fridge stocked with plenty of food. An extension of Friends-mas, that's all: they watch another Christmas movie, make another round of hot chocolate—this time, not spiked, but with the extra marshmallows that Raven finds in the back of the cupboard—and huddle together under the blankets Clarke takes down from the top linen closet shelf. Outside, a heavy deluge of thick white flakes, slashing down endlessly through the black. They keep the curtains slightly open for a glimpse of the storm.

Inside, the artificial warmth of the heater, the softness of fuzzy blankets and thick fleece socks, and Clarke's head on Bellamy's shoulder while they watch Elf. Jasper and Monty do impressions. Miller leaves for a moment to call his boyfriend, to make sure he's getting home all right, comes back with a report that Jackson's safe in a roadside motel at least, and even Murphy murmurs a low assent: "That's good." Raven is sitting on his lap, under the pretense that she has nowhere else to go. The living room's not very big but it feels soft and safe in all its details, down to the familiar lumps on the couch, or Bellamy's steady breathing, which Clarke can feel because she's left her hand resting against his chest. Her mouth still tastes of chocolate and sugar.

When it's time to go to bed, the space becomes something of a problem. For a bit, Clarke had wondered if they'd all simply fall asleep on the couch and the floor. She saw Miller nodding off there while the credits rolled. But then Monty mentioned wanting to brush his teeth, and Jasper started stretching and rolling his head back along his shoulders to take out the kinks. Even Bellamy sat up, pulled his arm away from her and leaned his elbows on his knees and looked around, as if wondering what he should do next. The group falls apart along fault lines.

In the end, it's decided that Jasper and Monty will take the pullout couch. Miller volunteers himself to sleep on the floor, in the sleeping bag that Raven pulls out of her closet. Murphy will, of course, be bunking with Raven in her room.

That leaves Bellamy to stay with Clarke.

She changes into her pajamas, slowly brushes her hair while she listens to the water running in the bathroom: someone, maybe more than one someone, brushing their teeth. The evening has left her sluggish and half-asleep. How little it matters, and how much all at once, that Bellamy will be sleeping with her in her bed.

She closes the curtains against the still-raging snow, lines up her slippers next to her bed for the morning, turns on her bedside lamp and turns off the overhead light. Then, after a moment's hesitation, she turns on her Christmas lights, too.

"Clarke?"

Bellamy's voice, tentatively, from the other side of the door. He raps his knuckles against it softly. "Are you asleep?"

"No—" She pads across the floorboards in her sock-feet and lets him in. "Just got a start on turning off the lights. Come in."

He looks softer than she's used to, in a t-shirt and sweatpants he borrowed from Murphy's I-swear-I-don't-live-here stash, the legs too short and the t-shirt too small across the chest, and his hair still mussed because it always looks like that now. He's grown it out so long. She can see the way it wants to curl. He approaches her bed tentatively, and she has to pull the covers all the way back and slide into her side before he clambers in. Soft but large, against the tiny blue snowflakes on her comforter, her flannel pillowcases in purples and greens. Awkward, looking down at the rough palms of his own hands.

"I like your lights," he says, as Clarke pulls the blankets up over them. She's swallowing Bellamy up in her bedclothes, trapping him—they could be kids again, for a moment—she could pull the sheets up over their heads and make them a little fort.

For a few seconds, she doesn't know what he means. Then—"Oh! Yeah, thanks."

She's strung red and green Christmas lights from her ceiling, ringing them around the room. They blink slowly in the darkness. She tilts her head back to watch them, following Bellamy's gaze, and after a moment, she hears the light click of the bedside lamp shutting off. Nothing left now but the string of holiday colors. Slowly shading off and then back on.

"They're festive," Bellamy says, and then before she can answer—more small talk only; her voice, she's sure, would be as distracted and as distant as his sounds—he adds, "Are you sure it's okay, me staying with you?"

"Well I'm not going to send you out in the storm," she says. "And I don't think you'll fit in Miller's sleeping bag. And I know you don’t want to get between Murphy and Raven. And—"

"That's not what I meant."

He reaches out and grabs for her hand in the dark. She feels his broad palm wrapped around her fingers, crushing them together, as if he were searching for anchor. Asking a question he can’t ask.

"Yeah," she breathes, into a long silence. "It's fine."

In her heart of hearts, she knows, it's more than fine. She wants to fall asleep on top of him. She wants to listen to his heartbeat with her ear against his chest, and his arm around her. She wants him to feel entitled to splay his palm over her hip.

"We're friends," she adds.

For a long moment, Bellamy doesn't answer. He lets go of her hand and settles himself down on the bed. She can hear him moving against the sheets, and when she glances down, she sees by the glow of the Christmas lights, that he's moved onto his side, facing her. The green and red cast a soft sheen against his skin. "We are friends," he agrees. Smiles a little. "This is a nice mattress. Glad I helped you haul it up three floors."

Clarke slides down beneath the blankets, turned on her side, facing him. "I'm glad you did, too," she answers, and her voice sounds far away, and the words are just something to say as she looks at Bellamy's eyelashes and meet the steady gaze of his eyes.

She asks him if he'd like her to turn off the lights, and he says that it's all right, leave them on, and after a while, she moves closer, so his arm is around her again. But this time in the privacy of her room, the gesture feels like so much more. The cold winter storm rages on beyond her window. But she's warm and at peace in the quiet and the dark, falling asleep to the sound of Bellamy's breathing, soft in the heat generated by her body wrapped around his.

#the 100 #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #mine #my writing #the year 2022 #2022: free write #ficmas 2022

[darkleysgarden]

Obey Me 25 Days of Christmas Day 16: Spiked Eggnog

Ship: Dialuci

Diavolo sat next to Lucifer on a fancy couch stationed in the House Of Lamentation.

The brother's were holding a mini Christmas party, only close friends and family gathering.

Lucifer finished drinking his third cup of eggnog, standing up, "I'm going to get another cup, be right back."

"Really?" Diavolo startled, "Another? I'm surprised you like eggnog so much."

The black-haired man let out a small delightful chuckle, "Yes, yes. I'm a big fan of the drink. It only comes around this time of year, and it's hard to get in the Devildom. So, I always drink as much as I can when we have it. Plus, not to mention, this year it'stasting extra delicious."

"I should change that," Diavolo began to form a plan in his mind, one Barbatos would groan at, "Year round eggnog. It's perfect. I'll bring this up to Barbatos. Then, you can have all the eggnog you can possibly imagine."

Another beautiful chuckled escaped the man's lips, "That won't be necessary. I'm content with my once a year treat."

Lucifer continued to drink cup after cup of that eggnog.

And Diavolo began to notice that he was acting a bit....off.

He started to kiss Diavolo like crazy (not that he was complaining), trip over his own two feet, giggle more than he ever should, slur his words, say things he would NEVER normally say, cling onto Diavolo like he was a lifeline, WHINE, and even more.

Some of that stuff became more common when the two were in private, but Lucifer would never slip like this in front of anyone, especially his brothers.

Based on the symptoms, Diavolo could easily tell that his boyfriend was incredibly drunk. But, how? Lucifer was never mature with his drinking, but that's in private. He knows how silly he acts when he's out of his normal head. He's too prideful to make a mistake such as getting drunk off his ass in front of his brothers.

Diavolo was with Lucifer the majority of the time. He didn't see him drink any alcohol. All he drank was-

......

Someone spiked the eggnog, didn't they?

I mean, that's the only reasonable explanation.

But, who would do that?

Certainly not anyone here!

Okay.....

Half of the people here would probably do that....

Diavolo stood up, a drunk Lucifer clinging greedily to his arm, "Noooooo, baby, I want you to stayyyyyyy."

This was so hard to get use to.

Lucifer reached up, placing wet kisses all over Diavolo's face, whining. Diavolo awkwardly reasoned, "You are coming with me, dear."

Lucifer kissed him on the lips, trying to deepen it, Diavolo pushed him away, "Nothing like that right now. You're way too drunk. You can't give any proper consent like that."

Lucifer groaned, walking with Diavolo.

Diavolo approached a large group that contained the majority of the brothers and other guests, "Okay, fess up. Who was it that made Lucifer like this?"

Some faces were startled, some laughed, "The alcohol in the eggnog. Who did it?"

Satan laughed loudly, giving Belphegor a high five, "We didn't think it would work this well! He loves eggnog way more than we thought!"

"Yeah," Belphegor chuckled, "I expected him to drink two or three cups, not ten!"

Diavolo sighed, "I'll allow Lucifer to string you guys up as soon as he is better. I don't want any more funny business from the two of you or anyone else. Now, please, I'm going to take Lucifer back to my room and treat him until morning. I don't want him waking up with a horrendous hangover. He has those and migranes plenty. If I hear one thing any of you did wrong, well, Barbatos's rumored torture room COULD be real. And it may be opening up for a couple of demons."

The torture room is not real. But, it successfully terrified the bunch, "Spread the word! I don't want you guys to be guests here for the next thousand years! Though, I suppose that isn't the record.... Once Barbatos held that poor demon for three millenias! Ahhhh, old times."

Mammon was definitely the most terrified, of course. He was known for being a scardy-cat.

Diavolo left the group, returning back to his private quarters.

He laid an exhausted, drunk Lucifer down onto his bed. He gave him a kiss, Lucifer weakly grabbing his arms and pulling him in for a few more. Diavolo chuckled, "I need to get both of us out of these clothes!"

It took unnecessarily long, but he did get them both changed and ready for bed. He also made sure to feed and hydrate Lucifer, hoping to help the hangover.

Diavolo crawled in next to the tired man, kissing his forehead. Lucifer moved to be cuddled tightly into Diavolo's arms, head against his neck. Diavolo pulled him impossibly closer.

The night was peaceful, both of them basking in comfort.

Though, the morning was not the same.

Lucifer puked quite a lot......

Poor guy.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #ficmas 2022 #25 days of ficmas #25 days of christmas #obey me dialuci #swd diavolo #dialuci #obey me diavolo #lord diavolo #om! diavolo #lucifer om #swd lucifer #omswd lucifer #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer #spiked eggnog #eggnog #spiked drinks

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Letters to Santa - (Dad!Steve Harrington x Reader)

Letters to Santa (Rated G)

Pairing: Dad!Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: None; Just fluffy Christmas fun with the kiddos again!

Summary: For Stevemas; It’s Christmastime again and the girls are around five years old now. When you and Steve try to start writing letters to Santa, little Amy refuses. What’s threatening your family’s Christmas cheer and is there anything you can do to save the holiday?

“Alright, squirts,” Steve said as leaned down to be eye-level with the twins. “It’s time!” He braced his palms against the rough fabric of his Levi’s and stared into the bright eyes before him. Even though they were about five years old by now, the idea of how tiny they once were still blew his mind. 

Little Emery was his spitting image as she clasped her hands together. Her light brown copper curls bounced in excitement as she tilted her head side to side. Her lighter-haired sister, Amelia, was more subdued with her questioning look. She had gotten most of her mannerisms from you, Steve swore. Unlike her twin, Amy left her hands in her lap and merely peeked up at her father’s brown eyes. 

His beautiful little girls, who were growing up way too fast. They had just started preschool this September, which, while it allowed both you and Steve to return back to work, it broke his heart to have to drop them off at the classroom every morning.

“Whatsit time for, daddy?” Em asked, question mixed with giggles which stemmed from Steve’s exaggerated look of surprise. 

“Well, Emmy,” he replied with an air of mischief to his tone, “I’m so glad you asked. It’s time to write our letters to Santa!!” 

The loud gasp that filled the room soon after was music to Steve’s ears. Em began bouncing excitedly against the old sofa cushion. She all but threw herself at her father, which caused Steve to quickly wrap his arms protectively around her small form. Ever since the two of you began the tradition with your daughters, Em couldn’t wait for it. When you would sit with the girls on your nights off of work, she would crowd around the toys section of the paper and ask you to cut things out here and there. Steve was pretty sure that Santa was really going to have his work cut out for him this year. 

Thank the North Pole for his little helpers. 

Amy had shared her twin’s excitement the last two years. When she broached with the activity now, her eyes dulled and went back to watching It’s A Wonderful Life on the television set. It was almost as if she wasn’t interested…but that’s not possible, is it?

“C’mon Amy,” Steve tried to coax his girl into his only other free arm. “Don’t ya wanna write a letter to Santa? Tell him what you want this year?”

To his surprise, Amy only shook her head. “No thank you,” she mumbled, eyes still transfixed on the television. What kid didn’t want to write a letter to Santa asking for new toys? 

“Are you sure?” he tried again, adjusting Em to rest against his hip. The darker-haired twin was still bouncing with excitement, chubby hands grabbing at his shirt. “How else is he gunna know what toys to bring ya?”

“I don’t want anything.”

Now this was concerning. It was one thing to not want to write a letter, but not wanting anything for Christmas? That’s when Steve started to panic. Was it something the two of you had done? Did he say something to upset her about Christmas? Sure, you had been heatedly discussing the financials for the rest of the year, but you had made a promise to always set aside some money to give the girls a good Christmas. He had thought the girls were sleeping at the time. Was it possible Amy had overheard? 

Desperate for a second opinion, Steve tried a different approach. “Alright,” he relented. “But how about you come to the kitchen with us anyway? Maybe we can have some of Auntie Robin’s christmas cookies before dinner. It’ll be our little secret, but you’ll have to eat it in the kitchen, okay?”

After promising to not tell you about the great cookie heist plan, Amy reluctantly agreed to trail behind him into the kitchen to where you were waiting. You looked up from your spot at the kitchen table and nearly melted at the sight. Steve was obviously vying for the Father of the Year title with one child on his hip, the other delicately holding his hand while walking beside him. 

“Who’s ready to write to…Santa?” you asked excitedly, trailing off a bit when you noticed your husband’s subtle shake of the head and glance at Amy. 

“ME!” Em squirmed to be let out of Steve’s grip. He obliged rather quickly, depositing her in the seat across from you. Your dark-haired daughter’s legs kicked happily against the wooden legs as she reached for a pen. 

“Hold on a second, Emmy bear,” Steve cautioned, being careful to push the pens just out of reach. As she pouted, your husband glanced over at you with a worrisome look. The silent question reverberated off his face: can we talk?

As you made your way into the hallway, Steve made quick work of swiping two cookies for your girls before following you out of the room. As he stood before you, you knit your brow together. “What’s going on?” you asked. 

“Amy doesn’t want to write a letter to Santa,”  your husband blurted out. 

You felt your eyes widen in shock. “What?!”

“I don’t know why! And when I asked her how he was gunna know what she wants, she said she didn’t want anything!” The sheer panic was evident in Steve’s voice. Almost instantly you understood what was going on in his mind. It may have taken you a few years to understand his quirks, but now that you knew them, it was like reading a far-more-intricate picture book. The last thing he wanted was for his kids to resent Christmas as much as he did as a kid without a real family. 

You placed your palms against his sweater sleeves and rubbed soothing circles into the soft fabric. “Baby,” you said, “it’s going to be okay. One letter does not mean she hates Christmas! She was excited about it the other day.” 

“What happened then?” Steve fretted. “It took us so long to convince her the tradition was real. What did we do-”

“We didn’t do anything!” you tried to snap him out of it. “At least, I don’t think so. Why don’t we just, I don’t know, ask her what’s going on instead of trying to understand a four-year-old on our own?”

“Right…right. That…would probably make more sense.” Steve poked his head into the kitchen. “Hey Amy, honey, could you come out here for a minute?”

The house was silent for a moment before you heard the small pitter-patter of tiny feet crossing through the kitchen. A minute later, Amy stood before you, cookie crumbs still apparent on her face. You had to fight the urge to smile at her sad pout. “Yesh, daddy?” she asked Steve.  

Without another word, you scooped up your precious growing girl into your arms and sat down cross-legged on the floor. “Daddy was just telling me you don’t want to write to Santa this year,” you explained. “Do you not know what you want to say to him? Because we can always wait a few days, bean.”

Amy shook her head. “S’okay,” she said. 

You frowned at Steve over her head. This did seem weird. Not even three days ago, you had overheard her talking to Em about their letters to Santa. You were pretty sure she was going to ask for a new doll…or a puppy. Only one of which would even be able to happen, thanks to your and Steve’s hectic work schedules. This new attitude toward the task was the ultimate switch. “Did something happen?” you didn’t want to press her, but her outlook was concerning. 

There was a long moment of silence as your daughter squirmed uncomfortably in your lap. She appeared to be contemplating something, which was impressive for a four-year-old. “Tyler said Santa’s for babies,” she spoke quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “And that he’s not real.”

Steve met your gaze for a moment over your daughter’s light-haired head. This was what was bothering her? “Why’s it Tyler says Santa isn’t real, bean?” he asked softly. 

“‘Cause he hasn’t seen ‘im.”

 “Well, just because you haven’t seen something,” you chimed in, voice gentle as a summer breeze, “doesn’t mean it’s not real.” 

Your husband nodded in agreement. “Yeah, just because you haven’t seen Uncle Dustin in a little while doesn’t make him less real, does it?” 

You felt your body relax at the mention of your little brother. Dustin was Amy’s own personal hero, who had recently abandoned her by choosing to study in New York at Columbia. To say you were proud of him would be an understatement. Ever since he was a kid, he had big plans of making an even bigger discovery. This was his dream and you couldn’t be any happier for him. Needless to say, though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t frustrated about the cost of your phone bill because of his long conversations with his niece…and your husband. 

Amy considered her father’s response. “No…” she relented quietly. 

“Well now, see?” You encouraged, lifting her a bit to be standing in your lap. “Tyler just doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“I guess so,” the lisp in your daughter’s voice melted your heart. 

“How about…” Steve said as he reached over to steal her from you. “We write Santa the nicest and most specialist card he’s ever gotten. Who knows? Maybe he’ll write back!”

Amy’s eyes widened. “Really?!” she asked. 

Your husband nodded, determination glittering in his honey-brown eyes. “Mhm,” he said with a hum. “Then you can show it to Tyler when you go back to school, yeah? Wouldn’t that be something?!”

You have never seen your quiet daughter’s head bob up and down that fast. “Yeah!!” As soon as Steve set her down, Amy made a beeline for the kitchen table, already babbling to Em about her new master plan. 

“I knew it was a bad idea to send her to preschool,” Steve muttered to you while you both attempted to stand up again. Turns out getting older and having children made even the simplest of tasks more difficult. “Gets exposed to a punk like Tyler and-”

“Steve,” you interrupted him. “It’s one kid. We can’t hide them from the world forever.”

“I know, I know. I just- maybe until they’re old enough to go into kindergarten? I could switch my shifts around with Keith, be here more during the day-”

“HURRY UP, DADDY!” You nearly laughed at the impatience in Amy’s tone. Once she made her mind up on something, there was no stopping her. “WE GOTTA WRITETA SANTA!”

You stood on your tiptoes and placed a kiss against Steve’s cheek. “It’s going to be fine,” you promised. “We just have to let them grow up a little while still keeping the magic alive. I’ll take care of the girls. You go set up the special Santa mailbox outside.” Before you took another step, you appeared to reconsider. “Actually, on second thought, I’ll do that so you don’t break a finger again.”

“It was one time!!” Steve defended with an unwilling smile. As he turned to go back toward the kitchen, he caught you making a face in the corner of his eye. He shook his head in amusement before he stepped into the next room. He knew the rest of the evening would be exhausting, trying to stop the girls from fighting over which pen they could use, making sure no papers were ripped…but he wouldn’t change anything about it. 

His girls deserved the world, especially on Christmas. He just needed to get a little more creative on how to bring the Christmas spirit into their lives…

…lucky for him– and Amy– he had just the right idea.

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Author’s Note: We’re back everyone! So sorry for the delay in posting Stevemas fics. Yesterday was particularly crazy for me and I learned that Tumblr was munching on posts. Hopefully it doesn’t happen with this fic. Amy and Em can’t wait to see you all again soon!

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Until next time, my little sparks <3

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[watermelonsugacry]

❄ Wonderful Christmastime ❄

A/N: SINCE 2010 ficmas day 4!

SUMMARY: Here is how YN and Harry were throughout the past couple of years during the Christmas season.

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist // ficmas 2022 masterlist

—2011—

After a little more than a year since becoming One Direction, the band wanted to have a little hurrah before going their separate ways to spend the holiday season with their families. While they were all relatively close to home as they reside in England for the time being, the band rented a small cabin in the country for a couple of days.

As soon as Louis parked the van in the gravel driveway, they all didn’t waste another second as they all practically shove each other out of the way, out of the vehicle and ran out to the spacious backyard. With sweaters and puffer jackets, beanies adorning everyone’s heads and snow boots, everyone didn’t hesitate to scoop up some snow and chuck it at one another. 

The boys gang up on YN and ambush her with flying snow. She squeals, trying her best to shield herself with her arms and everyone laughs. 

“Oh, wait, wait, wait,” YN drops to her knees and puts her hands to the side of her face. 

“Shit, y’alright?” Niall comes down to her level, already out of breath from the altitude. 

“Yeah, it’s just...feel my wrath, Horan!” She quickly scoops up some snow to smash on top of the blonde lad’s head before laughing and running off to throw more snow at the other boys.

Forgetting all about their luggages in the car, the boys scatter around the yard as Niall and Zayn search for sticks and rocks while Louis and Liam roll snow together in attempts to make a snowman. All the while Harry and YN lay side by side as they make as many snow angels as they can. When he’s about to get up to go to another empty spot, Harry turns his head to find YN laying spread out in the snow with a content smile on her face. He smiles fondly at his band mate as he watches her stick her tongue out to catch the falling snow flakes.

“You look so cute,” Harry hums.

“What did yeh just say?” YN’s eyebrows slightly pinch together, her breath can be seen out in front of her from the bitter winter. He’s stunned, he didn’t even know he said that out loud.

“I said you look like a fruit,” He quickly covers up.

“Are yeh calling me fruity?” YN raises an eyebrow, a smile threatening to break out on her lips.

“No! No, I meant, I meant that your cheeks are red and-and that you kind of look like a red fruit. An apple or strawberry, morelike,” He rambles and can practically feel his cheeks burn a flame. It only seems to worsen when she lets out a giggle and reaches over to pinch at his reddening cheeks.

“Who looks like a strawberry now,” She teases before turning her head to her other two band mates. “Lads, yeh need a strong base or else the snowman isn’t gonna stay upright.”

YN pushes herself up to go help the guys before they break out into an argument. Harry just lays on the ground and lets the falling snow cool down his face, grateful that she got preoccupied with something else for the time being. 

He’s got to be more careful with what he says around her. As cool as she is whenever a compliment slips out, he cannot bare the thought of something else more embarrassing falling out of his mouth.

—2014—

Spending a couple of days before Christmas on the road wasn’t ideal. Usually, their busy schedule allowed the band to have at least a week or two before the Holiday came up to spend the much needed time off with their family and into the new year. This year, the band had some last minute interviews, holiday promotional videos and studio time that apparently couldn’t wait until after their break.

In hopes to lift up the mood, YN’s invited everyone over to her hotel suite for a last minute Christmas party. Aside from the rest of the band in attendance, there were a couple close members of their tour and press teams as well as their significant others who were able to be within the area for the Christmas season. It was safe to say that the little party has lifted some of the morale as the room is filled with laughter, story-tlling and mingling among the minimally decorated hotel’s living room—the little decorations YN’s PA was able to pick from the local convenience store at the last minute. 

YN was more than happy with the strings of tiny, colorful Christmas lights around the perimeter of the room, handmade paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and the tiny but mighty tree in the corner of the room.

Harry can’t help his eyes from drifting from the speaker in the group he’s in over to the hostess. YN has a tray of glasses of eggnog in her hands with a grand smile on her face as she offers them to their tour’s technicians seated on the couch, glasses they gladly accept with excited smiles. He can’t hear what she says to the older men there but whatever it was, he smiles at the sight of them laughing.

Harry thinks she must be the finest angel from heaven for her to do all of this. She looks golden in the soft lights of the hotel room, her hair down and when she reaches up to push it behind her ears as her nose scrunches up in laughter, she couldn’t look any more beautiful. 

The corner of his lips quickly drops when he sees a hand come up to rest on her shoulder and how she smiles up at her boyfriend standing next to her. Harry quickly turns his attention back to the group he’s in, and when it pains him, he looks back at his bandmate one more time only to wish he didn’t. The second he sets his eyes on them again, Matthew catches her lips with his. Even if it was for a quick peck, it has her beaming and Harry crushed. 

Moreso when little, baby Lux comes wobbling up to her legs and makes a grabby hands motion to get picked up. YN gladly takes the toddler in her arms and Harry practically sees red when Matthew taps a finger to Lux’s nose with a smile. As bad as it sounds, Harry tries to hide his smile behind his glass when the toddler quickly hides her face into YN’s neck, not wanting any part of the man beside his bandmate.

After a few more minutes of mingling, YN makes the announcement that it's time to open up some of the gifts people brought. Along with the last minute idea of the party, YN organized a small Secret Santa for everyone who planned on coming. Since everyone randomly picked names out of a hat a day or two before the party, she reassured everyone that the gifts don’t need to be extravagant at all, that this was a silly little game for shits and giggles to lift up the mood.

Everyone gathers in the living room to watch and laugh as everyone opens a present from their Secret Santa. Nancy, the band’s tour nurse, cackles when she reveals that behind the green wrapping paper she got a small box of puppy band-aids, their hairdresser Lou sarcastically smiles when she unboxes her own hair-spray bottles, and Niall pretends to cry when he pulls out a Dr. Pepper bottle from his little gift bag.

“Alright,” Emma, YN’s stylist, looks at the small wrapped box in her hands, “This next gift is to YN from her Secret Santa.” 

The room cheers and whoops, making her laugh from her seat next to Matthew on the couch as she reaches for her gift. Harry stands off to the side with some of the lighting crew from their tour team and he begins to fidget and pinch at his bottom lip.

YN playfully shakes the tiny box by her ear and pouts when she doesn’t hear anything rattle.

“I don’t think it’s the puppy I asked for, lads,” She teases and the room chuckles. After ripping off the Santa cover wrapping paper, she lifts the tiny paper box and her smile drops in a small gasp. The room grows quiet as they wait for her to reveal what she received and Harry’s practically shaking in nerves.

Matthew furrows his eyebrows, “Y’alright, babe?” When he leans over to look what’s inside, he’s surprised to see a ring. Not just a ring one can pick up from the nearest dollar store, but a proper jewelry store. The ring is made up of small butterflies consisting of tiny diamonds filling the small shapes. 

YN takes in a shaky breath before speaking, “It’s a ring. A beautiful one um, sorry I kinda dunno what to say,” She lets out a nervous chuckle, not expecting such a beautiful, expensive present.

“Say thank you to that boyfriend of yours for one-upping the rest of us,” One of the band’s social media team lifts his drink, making the room laugh in agreement before moving on to the next person. As Emma reads off the next recipient, YN doesn’t look at Matthew (although she feels him burning a hole at the side of her head) but keeps her gaze on the ring. The second before he lifts his gaze to her closest band mate, Harry quickly flicks his gaze from YN to Emma as she hands off the next present.

As the night progresses and the party guests begin to get tipsy from spiking the eggnog, Harry sees YN in the kitchen as she moves her hand as she talks with her boyfriend. He sees Matt shake his head and barely lift his shoulders like he doesn’t believe what she’s telling him. He watches as he grabs another couple of glasses of eggnog before walking out of the kitchen and to another guest. YN rolls her eyes before going back to preparing another plate of gingerbread cookies Nacy brought.

Harry runs a hand through the top of his shoulder length hair before dismissing himself from the rest of the people on the couch. Before he can make his way down the hallway where the bathrooms are at, he feels a hand on his wrist.

“Harry,” His name sounds like an angelic song coming from YN’s lips, “Hey, I can talk to you for a sec.”

“Course,” He says with a reassuring nod although he’s not too sure why she would when she’s been running around making the party the best it could be. “It’s a great party you’re throwing. Everyone seems to be enjoying it. We all needed this.”

“‘Fanks. Although I’m the one who should be thanking you,” She huffs out a chuckle.

“Why?”

She gives him a pointed look and it's then that he notices that she’s been twisting at her newest piece of jewelry among her usual set of rings on her fingers.

“You know why,” She says quietly. “It’s gorgeous. And thoughtful and...it, it just means a lot to me.”

“I think you should tell your Secret Santa that,” Harry tries to hold back a smile. He had that ring saved up for a couple weeks now and had racked his brain on how to give it to her without making it seem like too much, especially since she has a boyfriend. He was greatly relieved when she announced that she wanted to do a secret Santa gift exchange and thanked heaven when he saw her name scribbled on a tiny piece of paper once he picked from the bunch in the hat.

“I believe I just did,” She softly smiles at him and how can his knees grow weak when she looks up at him like that?”

“Oi, look who’s under the mistletoe!” Jenny, her manager, tipsily calls out with a point of her finger. Everyone’s eyes immediately go to the two of them and confusion takes over their features. They both look up and sure enough, the tiny plant she hung up merely hours ago hangs above their heads. YN had hoped she would have caught her stylist with one of the sound technicians she’s been eyeing under here, but it backfired on her.

Harry looks around the room at everyone’s watchful and eager eyes, and sees a couple of people take out their phones as they begin to chant kiss, kiss, kiss when they begin to take too long to pursue the tradition. 

He sees how their band members peek up and around their position on the couch. He sees Louis look at his childhood best friend and it's then that Harry sees YN looking at a very timid Matthew. His arms cross over his chest as he waits for her to act.

The chanting and lights from recording phones almost drown out when he looks back at YN as their gaze locks. He can’t make out what she’s feeling, he’s usually so good at it and he surely must be wrong when he sees her patiently wait to see what he’s going to do.

Harry takes her chin in between his thumb and index finger and if it wasn’t for the chanting, he’s sure she could hear his heart beating out of his chest. As he leans down closer to her, he sees her take in a deep breath and flutter her eyes closed. 

Was it silly of her to feel disappointed when she feels him plant his kiss to her cheek instead of her lips?

The crowd playfully boos and dismisses the two with a wave of their hands before going back to their previous conversations. Their band members all give each other tipsy looks of concern.

As YN’s feet stay planted in her spot, he can’t stand to watch her blink up at him like that and with her oh-so kissable lips parted. He removes himself from her and continues his way down the hallway without another word.

As much as he would love to kiss her, he knew it wouldn’t have been right. For as long as he can remember, he’s thought about how her lips would taste, how they would feel against his, but it wasn’t the right time. When he kisses her for the first time, it’s going to be special and romantic after a candlelit dinner because that’s what she deserves. 

Not this, not here. Not yet.

—2018—

“Sorry to interrupt,” YN expertly keeps her smile at bay at the sound of her secret lover’s voice over her shoulder, two warm hands being placed on the tops of her shoulders, “But I have to whisk my friend away for just a second. Phone call from home.”

The two were currently at a massive Christmas party YN’s friend Abel was throwing. The mansion they were at was ginormous and it seemed like The Weeknd's guest list surpassed the number of people her and Harry knew combined. The only reason Harry even agreed to go was because she had said that he was her plus one, meaning he was her official date to the Christmas party. Even though the two weren't necessarily an official couple or anything and anything associated with their feeling for one another was strictly underwraps from the public eye, any occasion where the two could make a public appearance together was an opportunity to be taken.

So after getting dolled up for the night in the red velvet dress, he gifted her, the two headed over to the lavish estate with the label of friends, close friends who were once band mates in the world's most famous pop band. 

So to carry on this image for themselves, once they arrived and greeted their host for the night, Harry reluctantly had to pull away from her side to let her mingle with guests.

But after almost two hours of pretending to listen and talk with others, watching YN laugh and talk with her friends, Harry politely dismisses himself from the group of ladies who are practically throwing themselves at him and head over to her.

“Ah shite. Forgot to call me mum,” YN scrunches up her nose. “She’s gonna have my head because of it. I’ll be back in two seconds.”

“Of course! Tell Penny we said hi!” Her friends laugh and tipsily lean against one another before waving happily at another party guest walking by.

Keeping his hands on her shoulders, Harry guides them through the packed house to navigate them both through the spacious living room and towards an almost empty hallway—except for drunk couples either walking into bedrooms to get lost into one another while others apparently can’t wait as they have their mouth suction cupped together. Before she even has time to blink, Harry’s grabbing her wrist and pulling her into an empty room. It’s only when Harry flicks the light switch by the door that she registers that they’re in a coat closet. It takes her another second for her to look up and see that the thing he’s holding up in between their heads is the infamous plant that comes out this time of year.

“Is that rosemary?” YN teases, “Steal that from the kitchen, did you?”

“It’s mistletoe, actually,” He remarks with a tilt of his head. “Huh, funny how that got here,” Harry asks in faux confusion, a cheeky smirk already tugging on the corners of his lips.

“Quite funny, yeah,” YN doesn’t even try to hide her smile and playfully shakes her head, “You’re so cheesy, Styles.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” He points out as he leans his head down to bump his nose with hers to make her tilt her head back. He doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes fall to her lips and slowly back up to her eyes.

“Unfortunately,” She sighs before quickly wrapping her arms around the tops of his broad shoulders and leaning up to connect their lips. The mistletoe is mindlessly dropped somewhere by their feet when Harry wraps his arms around her back to pull her incredibly closer. 

The two are closing in on almost two years of this confused and untitled situationship. One month they act like they’re a couple in love and the next they’re best friends and nothing more—all behind closed doors, of course. A state of affairs that neither one of them has the balls to confront head on in fear of losing what they have. After five years of forced, suppressed feelings, this just felt too good to ever think of messing up with a confrontational discussion about what they are, what they want long-term or if any of this was remotely healthy (yet both have some idea that that last point was far from the truth).

Especially in moments like this where one of his hands leave its position from running over the velvet fabric of her dress and onto the back of her head as he backs them up against the wall. She huffs out a small laugh against his lips when she feels his hands already tugging up the bottom of her dress.

“Are we really doing this?” YN’s giggle turns into a soft moan when his kisses turn feverish as he goes down her jawline to her neck. This isn’t a new thing for the two of them to partake in; sneaking around the public to have the tiniest bit of time together to indulge in actions like this has practically become their norm. 

“Want me to stop?” He heavily breathes against her neck, pressing a kiss just below her ear. He gets his answer when her hands slip from tugging on his hair down to hurriedly unbuckling his belt and she can practically feel him smirk against her skin, “S’what I thought. Now gimme these thighs.”

In a second, he’s lifting her to wrap her legs around his hips and in the next he's hushing her whimpers, moaning into the crook of her neck as she grips tightly to his shoulders while he pushes into her.

—2020—

"It's not holding," YN’s shoulders lift up to her ears in a giggle.

"You put too much frosting on it," Harry chuckles, getting up from his seat at the kitchen island to take his place behind her. "Here, I think you need an extra set of hands."

Her laughter only grows when her boyfriend obnoxiously reaches over her shoulder and places his hands on top of hers that are holding the walls of her gingerbread house upright.

This is their first Christmas together, just the two of them. Since the pandemic hit everyone particularly hard this year and travel has been very limited. Which means that with everyone having to go into lockdown for the good part of the year, going back home wasn't a solid possibility.

As devastated as they were at the news, they both knew that it was for the best as they didn't want to expose their family to anything. 

On the other hand, however, the two became excited at the realization of spending this holiday together. Even though they felt a bit homesick, it soon eased itself away by knowing that they were each other's home.

"Look, look! It's working. Here, take your hands off of it really slowly. See, look at it standing," Harry cheers at the sight of her tiny, editable home upright. Messily covered in frosting but standing nonetheless.

"It looks awful," YN shakes her head with a scrunch of her nose, her frosted covered hands held up in front of her.

"It just needs some candy shingles, some bushes in the front and, you know, some Sour Patch kiddos to live in it," He vaguely waves his hand at the house.

"Ooo, I nearly forgot we had those," YN perks up, sticking a frosting covered thumb past her lips, "Where did yeh put them again?"

"Pantry, I think."

With that, YN shimmers her way around her love before toeing the door open. After strategically grabbing the share size candy bag in between her elbows, the second she comes out from the pantry room, Harry quickly comes up to her and presses his lips to hers.

“Well what was that for? Not like m’complaining,” YN smiles when Harry rubs his nose against hers.

“You were under the mistletoe.”

YN looks up and laughs at the sight of the tiny plant hanging above them, "Did yeh put it under every doorway in our house?"

Our house.

Harry doesn't think he could ever get used to the sound of that and how it makes him feel all warm inside. He's in their house, sharing one roof as they make gingerbread houses together only two days before their first official anniversary since they became a couple. It all seems too good to be true, like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

"I sure did," He nods with a boyish grin. 

"If you wanted to kiss me a whole bunch all you have to do is ask," YN points out and smiles when he shakes his head.

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?"

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[rebelliousstories]

Am I going to do Ficmas this year even though I never finished it last year?

Yes.

Am I going to release the unfulfilled Ficmas prompts leading up to Ficmas 2023 to make up for it?

Also yes.

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[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficmas22: Day 6: Homecoming

I've just discovered that we're losing power all day tomorrow, so I'm off to make sure everything is charged and ready to go. And we're decorating the tree tonight, so this is a post-and-dash.

Tonight we have a little angsty oneshot I wrote quite a while ago and I wasn't quite happy enough with so it just sitting there.

I hope you enjoy it!

He finds them in Minnesota.

(Was he looking for them? Maybe.)

The house is a sprawling place, the forest surrounds it and they are as they ever were, unchanged.

(He cannot say the same.) 

“Jasper!”

Esme is delighted to see him, and so is Emmett. Carlisle and Rosalie are pleased but subdued. Edward is watching him cautiously. There’s nothing to hear in his mind anymore, Edward doesn’t have to worry.

(He tries to remember what she smelt like; it was a million different things at once - lemons and flowers and cotton and warm blood and…)

He lets Esme hug him, high-fives Emmett but there’s nothing there. No peace or resolution or balm, just this ache of the void that exists in him now. Maybe he thought coming back here would fix things. 

“We’ve missed you,” Rosalie says, reaching out to squeeze his hand and he nods. He feels tired; his head, his bones, his heart. Like he wants to lie down and wait for oblivion. 

“It’s good to see you.” His voice is rough, unused, and the words sound flat. Carlisle and Esme exchange a look that he catches, and then Esme is hustling them back to the house. 

(Carlisle is worried; has never seen Jasper look so brittle and haunted and young, and he is ashamed to admit he wonders how many people had to die for his estranged son’s thirst to make him look such a way.)

Back in the house, in a new living room that is close enough to all the other living rooms the Cullens have owned to be slightly disconcerting, Jasper wonders why he came back at all. 

He hadn’t left on the best terms, strung-out and frustrated. Animal-hunting and school and the human charade - it was far too much to expect. It was too much, it was not enough, and he refused to stay. 

So he left them behind, and he wandered. And he killed a lot of people. 

The Cullens have questions, and he tries to focus. That’s a lot harder these days. 

Where has he been?

(Around.)

Why is he back?

(Where else can he go?)

How is he?

(Still alive. Still walking around with his throat on fire with the weight of every horrific thing he’s ever done weighing him down.)

For a minute, he imagines what it would be life if she were here, too. Human or vampire, it wouldn’t have matter. They would have loved her. It was impossible 

“What is her name?”

He looks over to Edward, sitting at the piano. Edward smiles at him, obviously misunderstanding or not hearing all the intricacies that go with the face in his mind. That she’s more than a collection of images, of memories. That she could come to the Cullens and meet them, could sit in this living room and ask them so many questions and tell them about her life with Jasper and it could have been that easy.

“Alice.”

Hearing her name hurts, the way glass sliding into human flesh does. 

“We’d love to meet her,” Esme says, beaming at him.

“I would have liked that too,” he manages hoarsely and he puts his face in his hands because it’s another day, she’s still dead, and she’s never coming here. She’s never going to be mothered by Esme, and doted on by Carlisle. She’s never going to raid Rosalie’s closet, or be pranked by Emmett, or ask Edward to play music they can dance to. 

“Jasper? What happened?” Carlisle’s voice is kind, gentle, and the older man already knows. Not the details, but the result. 

Sometimes he wishes he’d never left them. That he’d stayed and never met her, but that idea causes a rise of panic. It is what it is, it can’t be changed.

He takes a shuddering breath and begins to talk. 

The words are slow coming and rough. Ugly. Alice was human and now Alice is dead. A mugging gone wrong, and there was so much blood and it was everywhere and when he closed his hands over the wound in a panic, he heard the crunch of her ribcage and realised he’d made a bad thing so much worse. 

And she was so frightened and couldn’t catch her breath and then she was gone, bled out in a dirty alley - no long lingering good-bye, or breathless words of love. The life in her eyes dimmed, her heart went still, and her blood congealed. And she was gone, never coming back. She will not be rising again on the third day, unbreakable and pristine. 

She’s rotting in the ground underneath a stone that says ‘Mary-Alice Brandon’ and all the years she lived. 

She was going to be a dancer. 

She liked brightly coloured drinks and oranges and singing along to the radio when she did the dishes.

She always wore a necklace with a tiny ‘A’ on it, because she hated being called ‘Mary’. 

She put together all his broke bits, all the pieces of him that had been worn away, and stitched him into something that he could live with. Wrapped him up in the warmth of her affection, her hope, and her passion. She’d make him dance with her, spinning and dipping her, and they’d laugh and he’d kiss her gently - it couldn’t go too far, but he loved her so completely. 

(He’s never denied that he’s a monster, a parasite, a blight on humanity, and nothing confirmed that more than when he lapped her blood off his hands. It doesn’t matter that he looked back down at the hole in her chest, at the blood on his pants-shirt-face and the pool on the ground and promptly vomited up venom that was barely pink and he can still taste her on his tongue and it is a hell he has lived with every day since. That she died in his arms and his instinct was to feed on her.) 

Esme pulls him into the tightest hug, and he can feel her grief for him, her regret and sadness and misery that he has lost the one thing he has ever wanted. Her emotions feel very distant, muted, to him these days. It’s not a bad thing.

(He can’t feed on human blood now. It’s impossible, because all he can see is her. All he can taste is her. There’s no appeal now; it just sickens him. So Carlisle will be happy, at least, that he has to feed on animals now. He has no other choice.) 

“You have to tell us all about her, okay?” Esme says, looking devastated. “I bet she was beautiful, Jasper.”

God, she was. 

He took two things from her that night. Her phone and her little ‘A’ necklace. Her phone had all her photos on it, hundreds and hundreds of them with her bright smile and her big eyes. Videos of her dancing, talking, singing. She’s so alive in those videos that it feels impossible she’s gone. 

(There’s even a few pictures of them together, that she took and promised to never show anyone. She used one for her background screen, hugging him tightly around his neck, and he’s staring at her with a smile on his face and a look on his face that he’s found the only thing that will ever matter to him. It’s hard to look at now, knowing that he ended up hastening her death. Maybe she could have been saved, maybe she just needed medical attention. Maybe, maybe, maybe.)

He lets Esme fuss, he can feel her distress. Everyone else is just looking at him, waiting for something. Anything. And there isn’t that anymore. He’s just a void, a blackhole of grief and solitude and that bone-deep exhaustion. 

“You’re home now,” Emmett says. He looks heartbroken, like he’s mourning a sister he never met. Rosalie hasn’t said much, probably has a lot of questions about how and why, but she’s always been good to him. She won’t ask until he’s ready to answer. 

“Home,” he agrees, and it is the closest he’s ever going to get now. Because home was lying next to her on her bed, her head on the edge of her pillow, snuggled as close as she could get to him, whilst he read. Home was holding her on the couch, whilst they watched a movie after she got home at night, as she traced his hands absently. Home was every smile, every giggle, every ounce of hope and love that she emitted in his direction, and it’s all gone now. He’s never getting it back. 

So he’ll stay here. With people he cares about, who will understand that what’s been broken can never be put back together. That they are unchanged, the same people who welcomed him in once, and who have welcomed him back again. 

But he has changed, and there’s no going back. 

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[doctorroseprompts]

Ficmas is nearly upon us, friends!

If you're new, 31 Days of Ficmas is our annual December theme. It's based on the fanfic advent calendars from days of yore, when authors would write a fic a day based on a holiday or winter themed word.

As with most of our prompts, you are free to use them however you like. You can use the list for your NaNo project and write ahead, write a fic a day like the traditionalists, use words together for one big fic, use the words out of order... We simply provide the list and then sit back and enjoy the fic you create.

(There might be some weekly or even daily prompt posts based on the words coming in December. No promises, but I am currently feeling inspired.)

Without further ado, we present the 6th Annual 31 Days of Ficmas!

Blustery

2. Hope

3. Mince Pies

4. Peace

5. Cards

6. Holiday

7. Ice

8. Merry

9. Celebrate

10. Ring

11. Joy

12. Decorate

13. Snow

14. Mistletoe

15. Naughty and/or Nice

16. Rosy Cheeks

17. Evergreen

18. Candles

19. Paper hats

20. Present

21. Nutcracker

22. Fire

23. Turkey/Goose

24. Chimney

25. Oranges

26. Light

27. Cosy

28. Reunion

29. Sledding

30. Snow globe

31. Resolution

#31 days of ficmas #monthly theme #blog stuff #ficmas 2022 #prompt

[jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets]

Okay friends! Buddie ficmas has arrived! Once I wake up I will be posting the first buddie ficmas fic. I currently have six, so I'll post one every five days with the last one being posted on christmas, and if I can manage to get anymore prompts finished before the 25th I'll pepper them in between the other scheduled posts.

So watch for the postings, I'm very excited to share them with you guys! And if anyone wants to be tagged for the posts just let me know and I'll add you to the tag lists.

Also, I very much need to give a shout out to my partner in crime @virahaus who listened to my ramblings about buddie ficmas for the past month and who also contributed some amazing prompts to the list. Love you and thanks for putting up with my crazy 💕

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