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New in Town - Ch. 9: Second New Year

Ringing in the New Year after you and Joel's first year together. The last chapter of New in Town, found in its entirety on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Best Friend's Dad!Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Smut :D. No use of Y/N. Age gap (reader is 35 Joel is 47, not a focus of the fic). Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 6.3k

AO3 | First Chapter | Previous Chapter

“Sarah, if you don’t stop fucking with that it’s never going to stay,” you said, glaring at her in the mirror as you drew on eyeliner.

“It’s driving me insane,” she groaned, leaning so close to the hotel bathroom mirror that she was fogging it with her breath, adjusting the false eyelashes for what had to be the millionth time.

“Yeah, because you keep fucking with them,” you said. “You have to give yourself time to adjust to them. Or just take them off because I’m not spending half the night fixing them for you, drawing the line in the sand now.”

“You are absolutely no fun,” she said but she smiled all the same. “It’s New Year’s Eve, I want to look extra good. Plus Nick thinks the long lashes are hot and I am ready for hotel room sex.”

“I didn’t hear that,” Maria called from the bedroom where she was putting on her dress.

“Hotel room sex, hotel room sex, hotel room sex!” Sarah called back.

You laughed, picking up your mascara.

“I don’t think it works like Beetlejuice where you say it enough times it just shows up.”

Sarah laughed back.

“Fuck I hope not,” she said. “Really don’t want to manifest hotel room sex in front of my aunt and my mom.”

She said the last word with a drawn out teasing edge and you had to pull the mascara wand away from your face so you didn’t end up with makeup in your eye from laughing so hard.

“Swear to God if you don’t stop calling me that I will marry your dad just to spite you,” you said once you calmed down again.

“You’re basically already married anyway,” Sarah said. “For the record, I would be fine with it.”

You paused for a second, putting more mascara on the wand and looking at her in the mirror.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah,” she smiled at you in her reflection. “But don’t expect Mother’s Day gifts from me if it ever happens.”

You snorted, returning to your makeup.

“Better get a bouquet, box of chocolates, the whole nine for holding your hair when you get drunk.”

You couldn’t believe it was already New Year’s Eve again. The last year had gone by so fast it didn’t seem like it could have contained quite as much as it did. But you’d spent almost the entire time so blissfully happy that it made sense that the time felt so damn short.

Things with Joel had been going so well before Sarah found out that it was hard to believe it could really get better, but it did. Not feeling like you were hiding from the most important person in both your lives was like losing a weight you didn’t even know you were carrying. Neither of you were dancing around talking about how you were spending your time now, not being careful about what pictures you sent her and not having to just pretend like a huge part of your life didn’t exist when talking with her.

When she went back to Seattle after Thanksgiving, the three of you started having weekly FaceTime calls, you and Joel sometimes on your couch or at his kitchen table or even in a hotel room in New Orleans once when you decided to get away for your first trip together as a couple.

That Christmas had been the best you’d ever had. Not that there was much competition but Joel and Sarah both had completely brought you into all their holiday traditions. The driving around to look at Christmas lights with a thermos of hot cocoa, the annual trip to Mi Tierra in San Antonio so you could properly appreciate the Christmas lights that apparently were up year round. When Sarah came back to town a few days before Christmas, she dragged you and Joel to the mall and made the three of you take a picture with Santa. You got some funny looks in line - three full blown adults with nary a kid in sight - but Sarah whispered something to woman getting ready to take the picture and she smiled and nodded, helping the three of you get arranged for the photo. You sat lightly on one of Santa’s knees, Sarah on the other, Joel leaning against the side of the large chair. Joel insisted on getting the actual printed photo and, when you picked it up, they also handed you a candy cane and a small Santa figurine. You frowned at it for a second.

“First Santa visits should be commemorated,” the woman behind the counter smiled. “Merry Christmas!”

You looked at Sarah for a second, worried you might cry and she smiled.

“You have a Christmas decoration now,” she said. “But if you really don’t want it at your place, we can add it to the Christmas village at Dad’s!”

You just hugged her and she laughed, hugging you back.

That Christmas, the figurine and the picture sat on the book shelf in your living room, right where you could see them from your couch. The perfect image of the kind of life you’d always wanted to have, one that was filled with people who loved you.

This year, the figurine and picture were at Joel’s because you were, too.

Your lease was up in the fall and, by that point, the two of you were having a hard time remembering the last time you’d slept apart. You were wondering how to broach the subject with Joel - did you just ask if you could move into his house? Was not quite a year of knowing each other too soon? Did you just find a new apartment and never mention it? - when he brought it up one night over dinner.

“Your lease is comin’ up soon, right?” He asked and you froze for a second, a bite of enchilada on your fork half way to your mouth.

“Yeah,” you said when you remembered how to move and respond again. “Six weeks I think? They want me to decide whether or not I’m staying within the next two…”

“Have you thought about if you might want to move in with me?” He asked, his jaw tense but his eyes soft. “Only if… you know… you thought you were ready for that. Just figure I’m at yours or you’re at mine most nights anyway and…”

“Joel,” you smiled, setting your fork down and leaning on the table with your arms crossed in front of you. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Only if you wanted,” he said quickly. “Not tryin’ to… I dunno… put pressure on you or something. Never tried to do this before so…”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. More at yourself than at Joel. Because of course he was thinking what you were thinking. Of course you were in the same place on this. Of course you were both nervous about bringing it up to each other.

“I’d love to move in with you,” you said once you were sure you had yourself together. “As long as you’re offering because that’s what you really want and not because you think you should.”

“Oh I want it,” he was smiling now and leaning toward you across the table. “Was considering just taking stuff from your place and moving it to mine, get you in the door before you even knew it was happening.”

“That what happened to my sexy underwear?” You teased.

“Nah,” he waved you off. “I stole those to jerk off with when you’re not there because you don’t live with me yet. Can have ‘em back when we unpack the moving truck.”

You moved in a few weeks later. Joel cleared out most of his closet, his jeans and button downs taking up only a small corner of it to begin with, and built you shelving for your purses and shoes. He made space for your things throughout his home, for your favorite pots and pans in the kitchen, for your decorations in the living room. Setting aside the bits and pieces of his life to make sure it could hold yours, too. If he’d asked you to marry him in that moment, you’d have said yes in a heartbeat.

“Oh shit,” you sighed, rifling through your makeup bag. “I think I left my fucking lipstick in my room…”

You went to get your room key from your clutch but Sarah plopped a tube of lipstick in front of you first.

“Use mine,” she said. “I’m almost ready and I don’t want to waste time with you up down three floors and all the way over to your room before we go to the party. I want cocktails, I want music and I want to flirt with my hot boyfriend while I wear a slutty dress.”

“Maria is still getting dressed, I’ve got five minutes…”

“No you don’t!” She called from the bedroom before coming to the bathroom door and turning around. “Zip me?”

You laughed and obeyed, Maria adjusting the dress a bit before turning back around.

“Hey sexy mama!” You whooped at her. “That looks like it was made for you.”

“Right?” She flung her long braids over her shoulder before admiring herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. “My pregnancy boobs have shown up but the bump is still in hiding. It’s the perfect dress moment, had to take advantage of it.”

“Hear that little one?” Sarah said, looking toward Maria’s lower stomach. “You’re making your mom look hot!”

“Hotter,” you corrected. “They’re making their mom look hotter.”

You settled for Sarah’s lipstick and the three of you headed for the elevator to go meet up with the guys.

Your first New Year’s Eve with Joel had been far more low key. Sarah was in town and Joel invited Tommy and Maria over to watch the ball drop. You’d ordered pizza and gotten drunk and played charades with your boyfriend’s family and, at midnight, kissed Joel so deeply that you could taste the champagne on his tongue.

This year, you had plenty to celebrate. It was Maria and Tommy’s last one before they became parents - you highly doubted they’d be up until midnight next year. Sarah had gotten promoted and you’d gotten her a job at the Austin branch in August. She had moved back to town just a few months before you moved in with Joel and the three of you had found a comfortable - if unusual - dynamic as a family. And it felt like you had finally found everything you’d ever truly wanted.

Instead of staying home this New Year’s Eve, you all decided to go to a party at one of the nice hotels in Houston. You’d all gotten hotel rooms so no one had to drive and the boys had all gone on ahead to the rooftop bar to hold a table while the three of you got ready to go.

“Crap, one sec,” Sarah said, frowning at her phone as the three of you went for the elevator. “Left something in the room, wait for me, OK? I don’t want to try to find them on my own!”

You and Maria watched her run back to her room - where the three of you had been getting ready - and you frowned as she tottered on her high heels.

“Is she acting weird?” You asked as Maria leaned against the wall.

“Sarah?” Maria laughed. “She’s always weird.”

She came back a few minutes later, tugging her dress down as she went and a little breathless when she got there.

“OK,” she smiled and took a deep breath. “Now we’re good!”

You were almost giddy as you rode the elevator up to the party, feeling the thud of music through the elevator doors before they opened.

It was hard to say why you were just so excited. It wasn’t like you’d never been to a party before - you and Sarah had rung in the New Year at a party a lot like this one that your office had handled the advertising for in Seattle one year - but it felt like something new. Like you were stepping into the first year of your life where everything had finally fallen into place.

“Hey!” Tommy yelled, standing and waving his arm over his head as he saw the three of you leave the elevator. You could barely hear him over the thud of the bass. “Over here!”

“How many beers do you think he’s had?” Maria asked conspiratorially and you laughed.

“Probably the same number mine has,” you replied, smiling at Joel as he craned his neck to get a better look at you.

“Holy hell woman,” he said, getting out of the round booth as you got to the table. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and dropped his voice low. “Not sure I’m gonna take that dress off you later, might need to leave it on.”

You smiled as he gave you a squeeze and you sat down, Joel sliding in beside you, one hand of his going below the table to the inside of your thigh.

One thing that hadn’t changed in the last year was just how insatiable the two of you were for each other. You kept waiting for it to calm down a bit, to stop looking at him and immediately start thinking of how to get him alone and naked as quickly as possible. But Joel was still the single sexiest man you’d ever seen and was still far and away the best in bed. You couldn’t help but want to fuck him all day every day. You were just thankful he seemed to feel the same way about you.

One of your favorite things about living with Joel was your after work routine. When you managed to make it so you left the office around the same time Joel left his job site, you’d join him in the shower, your hair in a knot on top of your head to keep from getting too soaked, Joel still a little sweaty and dirty from a hard day’s work. Sometimes, you just enjoyed each other. You loved the quiet intimacy of it, of being in such a private space together in just your skin, helping him wash the day from his body before he pulled you against him under the water. Other times, Joel pressed you against the cool tile and fucked into you, hard and fast and eager, making your back arch as your leg wrapped around him, the heat of his mouth and the steam filling you when you kissed him.

The new routines had just given you more reasons and opportunities to fuck, it seemed, instead of sex getting lost in the monotony of daily life. Sometimes it was in the middle of late night TV when you were both getting tired on the couch. Sometimes it was when you were putting away laundry. Sometimes it was when you were making dinner.

It was just that, sometimes, it required… additional boundaries.

Sarah had a key to Joel’s place, of course, but she quickly learned that she needed to announce herself before just coming in the door when she wasn’t expected, her walking in the house without warning when he was deep inside of you while you were draped over the kitchen counter was a little too close for comfort for all three of you.

“I have literally never wanted to know less about your sex life,” she shuddered a few hours later when you were sitting in Joel’s back yard, fully clothed with a beer in your hand.

You laughed.

“Never wanted you to know less about it so that works just fine for me.”

You, Joel and Sarah all had dinner together at least once a week, another routine you’d come to love, and you got Sarah all to yourself most days over lunch, happy for the chance to laugh with your best friend.

You weren’t sure life could get much better.

“Oh sweet!” Sarah said as the waitress came by the table, tray of drinks in hand, passing a cosmopolitan to Sarah. “Who knew this was just what I wanted?”

“Happy to take credit for that,” Nick smiled, kissing her cheek and you smiled at him. He was a relatively new addition to Sarah’s life but he seemed promising. You’d never seen her quite so giddy over a guy before and you were trying not to mention it so you wouldn’t jinx it.

When she finally owned up to being hung up on the man, though, you were going to start teasing her as relentlessly as she’d been teasing you. You were getting double wedding jokes lined up and ready, waiting for the perfect moment to hit her with it.

But it was a holiday. You’d take it easy on her for a little while longer. Assuming she stopped calling you Mom.

Joel had been paying attention too, it seemed, and the server handed you a mojito. Appropriate, since you’d just been lamenting the fact that you didn’t have fresh mint at home just two nights before.

“How often are you really gonna muddle mint for a drink?” Joel asked, barely contained smile on his face.

“At least once in a while!” You laughed. “Come on, we could do a whole herb garden in the yard…”

“You are not gonna keep a garden alive.”

“Yes I will!” You protested. He raised his eyebrows at you, incredulous. “If I have the motivation of cocktails I will.”

“Fine,” he sighed but still smiled, kissing your forehead. “In spring I’ll build you a garden and you can kill as many herbs as you want, Beautiful.”

“Is this supposed to bribe me into you not making me a garden?” You teased, taking a sip of the drink.

“Baby, I will make you whatever makes you smile,” he kissed your exposed shoulder. “But if I’m saving the lives of some poor, innocent plants by ordering you a cocktail…”

You laughed and kissed him, the scratch of his facial hair on your skin comforting and familiar.

The party really picked up not long after you got there and you, Sarah and Maria went to dance while the guys hung back to talk for a bit.

“You don’t think they’re being too hard on him do you?” Sarah asked, watching the table.

“Oh I’m sure they’re being super nice,” you said. “Joel and Tommy have never been protective of you, not once.”

“Oh God,” she groaned but she smiled.

“Wouldn’t worry too much,” you laughed. “It looks like he’s weathering it well.”

“Hold on,” Maria smiled and shook her head. “We can get him some help…”

She started waving to Tommy, who clapped Nick on the shoulder and got out of the booth to join his wife on the dance floor. You looked at Joel, eyebrows raised, until he met your gaze and you saw him sigh and smile before heading your way.

You put your arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing tightly to him and feeling every line of him through your clothes. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer.

“You tryin’ to distract me?” He asked when you pulled away.

“Trying to get you to play nice,” you teased.

“Always play nice,” he said as you turned around in his hold, your ass going back against his hardening length. He lowered his lips to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Except when you ask me not to.”

You resisted the urge to drag him back to your hotel room right that second. Instead, you pressed yourself harder against him, moving your body in time to the pulsing, thrumming rhythm. His hands slid to your hips and you couldn’t help but think of how they felt on your bare skin.

But you managed to keep it together for a few songs, dancing until you were breathless and you really couldn’t take it anymore. You draped yourself around Joel again, pressing your lips to his ear.

“Order me a water and another mojito,” you said, your hand sliding into his pocket, brushing his half hard cock through his jeans, as you grabbed your phone. “And check your texts.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond, just meeting his wide eyes for a moment before slipping into the crowd. You went around to the pool area of the rooftop, far quieter than the bar and the dance floor, the lounge chairs all stacked up next to a storage space that looked like it would provide the perfect cover from the dance floor. You took a selfie with just a glimpse of the thudding party in the background and texted it to him.

“Come find me.”

It didn’t take him long, coming around the corner while glancing back over his shoulder, looking nervous. You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him into you, your back against the storage room.

“You are up to no good,” he said, pressing you back against the wall, his mouth covering yours, his body warm against the cool night air. “Tryin’ to get us kicked out of the damn hotel?”

His hand went to your breast, anyway.

“We can keep our clothes on,” you panted against him. “Be very well behaved. Like that time in the bathroom.”

“Fuck, Beautiful,” he groaned, putting his thigh between your legs, your skirt covering part of his jeans. He rocked his hips against you, his hands going to your waist, the outline of his hard cock against your stomach. “Wanna make me come in my pants like a fucking teenager?”

“Don’t think we’re making it to midnight any other way,” you were needy, aching as you ground your pussy down on the straining muscle of his leg.

“Still gonna let me fuck you later?” He kissed down your neck, rutting harder against you, your hands on his shoulders, grip tightening.

“You think I’m starting a new year without you inside me as soon as possible you’re insane.”

He laughed a little and nipped at your collarbone before pulling you tighter against his leg, making you moan. You started working yourself harder and faster against him, pulling him tighter to you, your wetness soaking your panties.

“You’re close, aren’t you, Baby?” He asked, voice dark. Your motions stuttered but you nodded frantically against him. “Gonna come all over my fucking leg aren’t you? Come from just riding my fucking thigh?”

You were close enough that you’d lost the ability to speak. You just nodded again and he kissed you, hard and messy and deep and you pressed yourself firmly against his leg as you fell apart, the tight coil inside yourself snapping as your clit throbbed against him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He gasped as he pressed his cock hard against you and you felt him throbbing there, spilling into his jeans before slumping against you. His nose brushed yours for a moment and you smiled, kissing him lightly.

“You’re going to kill me,” he laughed a little breathlessly. “More than a year into this and you still want me to fuck you so bad you’re dragging me away from a party?”

“That’s nothing,” you teased. “Wait until we’re really old and we’re finding ways to sneak around the nursing home.”

He laughed and kissed you again.

“Love you so fuckin’ much.”

It was easier to focus on the party after that. Tommy gave Joel a look when you made it back to the table and Joel told him to mind his own business and you laughed and drank your mojito.

By the time midnight rolled around, you’d been pleasantly tipsy for more than an hour, draping yourself over Joel at every opportunity when you weren’t dancing with Sarah and Maria. As the countdown started, the six of you crowded onto the dance floor with everyone else, champagne in hand, Joel’s arm around you as he held you to his side.

“Three, two, one!”

Joel turned you to him and kissed you before you’d even had a chance to yell happy New Year and you sank into him, almost forgetting about the drink in your hand until some of it dribbled down your wrist, making you laugh against his lips.

“Couldn’t let a second of the year go by before I kissed you for the first time,” he said, his lips still close to yours. The knot of heat and wanting that had eased after your antics earlier was back with full force.

“Good,” you said quietly, drinking in the hungry look in his eyes.

“It’s supposed to be a toast, you insatiable weirdos,” Sarah laughed and you laughed back, separating from Joel far enough to raise your glasses and toast with your new found family.

It wasn’t long before all of you made your way to the elevators, piling into one with a handful of strangers, you happy for the excuse to stay pressed tightly against Joel.

“Good luck!” Tommy said, a teasing edge to his voice when the doors dinged open on your floor.

You frowned at him, confused, as the doors closed and you laughed a little as Joel led you back to the room.

“Why do you need luck? Is Tommy under the impression that you have to work to get sex out of me?” You teased. “Because it’s sweet that you’d protect my honor that way but we both know that’s a damn lie.”

“Tommy’s just a dumbass,” Joel replied. “Ignore him, that’s what I do.”

You laughed, the tail end of your buzz waning.

“Thinking we should take full advantage of that jacuzzi tub,” you said as Joel unlocked the hotel room door. “And use it to research the investment of a hot tub in the back yard…”

“You’re insatiable,” he teased, opening the door for you.

You laughed and were so busy looking at him - his thick, dark hair that was flecked with gray; his plush lips; his soft eyes - that it took you a second to realize there were roses and petals all over the room, a bottle of wine chilled in a bucket on the small table.

“Joel?” You looked back at him and he just shrugged, smiling.

You went further into the room and realized that it wasn’t just flowers and wine. There were framed pictures of you and Joel from the last year of your lives together. One of the two of you on Bourbon Street, another from when you decided to actually take those wine tasting classes you’d talked about, one from your second Longhorn’s game. There were at least a dozen, each one making it look so, so obvious that you made each other happy. That you gave each other the lives you wanted.

You picked up the picture by the bedside, the first selfie you’d ever taken together. You were hiking and you’d held your arm out far enough to try to capture some of the view behind you. You were smiling hugely at the camera, hair grimy with sweat, Joel’s arm around your shoulders. But he wasn’t looking at the camera. Instead, he was looking at you. Looking at you like you were the only thing worth looking at. Looking at you like you made him happier than just about anything else on Earth.

“What…” You trailed off, looking up from the picture to see Joel, on one knee with a box in his hands at the foot of the bed.

You gasped and jumped, your hands covering your mouth on instinct, eyes wide. Your feet moved before you really realized what was happening and it seemed sudden that you were right in front of him.

“Joel,” you breathed, trembling hands slowly leaving your face.

“For a very long time,” he said, his voice assured. “It felt like I’d gotten the only good thing I was going to get out of life. I had Sarah and seemed wrong to ask for more than that so I wasn’t lookin’ for it. Wasn’t lookin’ for you. But then I found you - or you found me, anyway - and I realized just how good life could be as long as I got to live it next to you.

“You are the single best person I’ve ever met. You’re so smart and funny and creative and kind and the most fun I’ve ever had and I can’t imagine anything better than getting to live the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?”

***

Joel wasn’t sure his heart had ever beat this fast. Maybe when Sarah was first born and there were the torturous few seconds of silence before she started crying, not sure how anything about pregnancy or babies worked. Definitely never since.

But the silence between you seemed to drag on for an eternity even though he knew it could have only been a second or two. That didn’t stop his heart from racing.

“Yes,” you nodded, your voice thick, tears in your eyes. “Yes, yes, yes, yes yes!”

You damn near tackled him and he laughed, catching you and holding onto you as he lowered the two of you to the ground on a bed of rose petals.

Joel, Tommy and Nick had been in here getting everything set up while Sarah and Maria kept you busy in Sarah’s room. There was a brief moment of panic when Sarah texted that the three of you were headed to the party and Joel had to ask her to buy at least two minutes because they were walking to the elevator themselves.

“I’m so happy for you, man,” Tommy said, clapping Joel on the shoulder as they headed up to the party. “You deserve this, you really fuckin’ do.”

“She ain’t said yes yet,” Joel said, feeling the nerves all sudden and hot under his skin. “Don’t jinx it.”

“She’ll say yes,” Tommy said, sounding so confident. “Don’t ask me WHY but that woman adores you. She’s gonna love it.”

He hoped you did. He hoped you loved the idea at all, that you loved the proposal, that you loved the ring. Sarah had helped pick that part out so he was more confident of that, finding a piece that was elegant without looking dated, something that he hoped you’d like wearing for the rest of your life.

Because that’s what he wanted. He wanted you, wanted to make you happy, for the rest of your life.

He slid the ring onto your finger, the diamond catching the light as he did.

“Are you serious?” You asked, looking from the ring to him.

“Serious about spending the rest of my life with you?” He asked. “Can’t think of anything better.”

You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him, hard and needy. He leaned into it for a moment before he pulled back from you.

“Should move to the bed,” he breathed. “Gotta treat my fiancee right.”

You just nodded quickly and Joel got up before helping you to your feet.

He tugged your dress up and over your head - as much as he wanted to fuck you in the sexy little thing you’d been tempting him with all night, the need to feel your skin was too great - and eased you down onto the bed.

You moved to the middle of it and Joel got undressed, his eyes watching you hungrily, the glint of his ring on your finger making him somehow even harder. You removed your bra and cast it aside before you slipped your panties down your legs and tossed them to the side, leaving you exposed and bare. You were everything it seemed like he’d ever wanted and you were his, the proof of it right there on your hand. He fisted his cock, pumping himself once, twice, as he climbed between your legs.

He wanted to make this last. He wanted to go down on you and swallow your pleasure until you were screaming with it. He wanted to kiss every inch of your skin. He wanted to tease you with his fingers until you were begging for his cock. But he wasn’t sure he could, not that moment. He had a feeling you wouldn’t be leaving the bed for a few days after this.

“Joel,” you panted, watching him, pupils blown and back arched. He smiled. For some reason, you wanted him like he wanted you.

“Yes, Mrs. Miller?” He breathed, settling between your open legs, the apex of your thighs hot against his skin. You moaned and rocked your hips up against him, your needy little clit pressing into his skin.

“Fuck,” you moaned, closing your eyes, fingers gripping his bicep tightly. “Love the sound of that…”

“You have no idea, Beautiful,” he said, kissing you, grinding his cock against your dripping slit. You moaned, the movement of your hips stuttering for a moment before you adjusted the angle so the tip of him was catching on your entrance with ever pass, just enough for the most sensitive part of him to be enveloped in your tight, wet heat.

“Need you,” you were almost gasping with it, desperate and wanting. “Please, please, need to feel you, I need…”

“Always going to give you what you need, Baby,” he said, his cock dipping further into you this time before he pulled back and pushed himself against your clit again. “Always gonna take care of you, always.”

He pushed into you then, firm but not to fast, your breath catching on your throat as he did. Joel kissed you, trying not to think about how damn good you felt, how it seemed like he belonged right there, deep inside you.

“Fuck,” your nails dug into him but he held on. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good how do you feel this fucking good?”

He could only moan in response, fucking into you, feeling you open up to him, your walls gripping him tight. He stayed still inside you for a moment, savoring it, the feeling of you around him while he was over you, the way you held onto him.

But he couldn’t last that way for long. You - his fiancee. His fiancee, no one else’s, you belonged to no one but him - felt too damn good for him to last too long inside of you and he had to move, he had to.

So he did, starting a little slower but still firm, pressing his hips into you so your hot little clit was against his skin.

He could feel you starting to tighten around him, like your body was trying to pull him deeper somehow, your lips messy and desperate when they found his, trialing little kisses over his body when they don’t.

“That’s it, Beautiful,” he panted into you. “Come for me, can feel how close you are, just let go for me, let me feel you. Need to feel you…”

You gasped his name and pressed your whole body tight against him as you came around him, your pussy fluttering around him, working his cock, all warm and soft trying to pull him as deep as you could take him. He fucked you through it, hardly able to hold off his own orgasm, the aftershocks of yours still rippling through your tight channel when he emptied himself into you until he didn’t even have the strength to hold himself up anymore, collapsing on you, his head over your shoulder so he could smell your skin and your hair. Fuck, he loved that smell. Fuck, he loved you.

After a minute, he adjusted the two of you so you were draped over his chest, your arms all soft and pliant, close enough that he could feel your heartbeat on his skin, feel your soft, little breaths on him. You held up your left hand, turning the ring back and forth in the light.

“You’re sure about this?” You asked, glancing up at him as you fidgeted with the ring.

“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything,” he said. “Would make you Mrs. Miller tomorrow if you’d let me.”

You laughed a little at that, putting your hand down on his chest and taking a deep breath.

“Doesn’t seem fair,” you said softly.

“What doesn’t?”

“You’ve given me so much,” you said. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted - everything. Feels like I’m not holding up my end.”

“You kiddin’ me?” He scoffed. “You’re so perfect I have to remind myself that you’re real sometimes, that I’m not just imagining you. You make me the luckiest man on Earth every damn day by just breathing in the same room as me. If anything’s not fair, it’s that I got too greedy asking you to marry me. Should know to quit when I’m this far ahead.”

You laughed and pressed your lips into his chest, looking at the ring again, twisting it this way and that with your thumb.

“Make you a deal,” you said, adjusting your head so you were looking at him.

“What’s your proposal?” He asked, teasing.

“You take care of me,” you said. “Make sure I’m not getting too overwhelmed or overdoing it at work or just getting too in my own head. I’ll take care of you, make sure you take time for yourself, make sure you relax, make sure you know how great you are. Deal?”

He smiled a little.

“Deal, Mrs. Miller.”

You smiled bigger.

“Excellent, Mr. Miller.”

He kissed your forehead.

“Don’t have to change your last name, you know,” he said, giving you a squeeze. “I can always just call you that for my own damn enjoyment without making it official.”

You laughed a little.

“No, I want to change it,” you said. “Sarah was right all along. I think I’m going to make a great Miller.”

A/N: Ahhh! I hope you all loved reading the story of Joel and Sarah's best friend as much as I loved sharing it! These two are so fun and so sweet, I'm so glad I got to give them the happy ending they deserved.

Thank you so so much for being here, for following along with this little story that started as a one shot based on a request that came in after I wrote another one shot as a request. I so appreciate that you're here, that you've spent your time with this fic and these characters and all of your support. This corner of the internet means everything to me and it's because you're a part of it <3 Love you!

Taglist: @fanficismydrug

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #new in town #joel miller smut

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Gojo Got Drunk

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

Summary: You went out for your annual holiday drinks with some coworkers. This year, Gojo drank something other than soda. You weren't ready for the antics.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Gojo being drunk, slight angst

A/N: Doing a small character study with this blue eyed princess. I also haven't written in months and I'm extremely rusty af

You found Gojo’s bobbing figure amusing, like watching one of those bendy inflatables. He sluggishly clung to whoever was nearest, face colored red from drinking and his head lolled side to side between conversation. The first victim of the night, Nanami, could only handle his drunk antics for so long before he slid out of the booth and left the white-haired sorcerer moping and making grabby hands to anyone whose name he could drunkenly sound out.

Normally, Gojo composed himself when out for drinks. He stuck to soda or a mocktail while acting the biggest fool among other drunks. How he let himself go tonight made no sense to the rest of you, nor were you that concerned. He acted no different to any other day, albeit a little clingier. Gojo was always loud.

"He's an idiot," Shoko said when you stared too long at his bobbing head. You turned your attention to her as she filled your glasses for the third round. "I doubt he even had two drinks."

"Yeah." You laughed to yourself, shifting in your booth seat. "It's kind of funny." You looked back at him when he toyed with the tiny umbrella in his drink. His mouth dropped in a pout with the overhead light reflecting off of his shades. "I don't think I've ever seen him drunk."

"Enjoy it while it lasts. He's not going to drink again after this."

You hummed. "Guess he really is a lightweight."

"Nice bracelet," Shoko said. You looked down to where she pointed at the shiny bangle on your wrist. "Where'd you get it?"

"I got it as a present from my mom." You twisted your wrist a little to show it off. "Between this or the fuzzy socks I got from her and the fountain pen from my dad, this one seemed appropriate for tonight."

"Would have loved to see you in your fuzzy socks." Shoko rested her chin in her hand.

"Yeah, I guess." You set your wrist down and shrugged. "I don't know. It feels like we're not close anymore."

"Are you going home for New Year's?"

You shook your head. "No point in trying."

She narrowed her eyes. "I get it." She sighed and took a drink from her glass. "It's a tough job with tough hours."

"Sometimes, I wonder if I should have taken my cousin's advice and worked an office job." You pouted. "Then again, that's a whole different hell."

"No rest for the wicked."

"No." You sighed and sank deeper into your chair.

An arm quickly slung around your shoulder. At the same moment, they tugged, dragging you down into someone's chest. You floundered and stabilized yourself before you could fall out of the booth. Your hands gripped the table for purchase. Your heart raced from the jolt

"Why the long face?" Gojo chastised you,bending his knees. "It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!"

You frowned at him. "Gojo!"

"Satoru!" He cheered with a big grin.

"Why aren't you at your booth?" You attempted to look over his shoulder at the long-abandoned booth, but Gojo pulled you closer.

"I got lonely. Nobody would sit with me." He leaned closer to look at both you and Shoko. "But that's fine because I got you two lovelies."

"Count me out." Shoko slipped out of her side of the boot and grabbed her drink. "I don't need a headache this early in the night."

You watched her helplessly. "Shoko."

"Take care." She half-heartedly waved before weaving around the bar to a different group.

You tried to follow her with your eyes, hoping she'd feel the heat of your stare, but Gojo wedged himself into the seat beside you clumsily with his arm still around your shoulders. He laughed boisterously and set his drink with the tiny umbrella on the table beside yours. Every move he made only jostled you.

"What's up!"

You frowned and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you. "Gojo..."

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" He tilted his head down, correcting it when it started to roll.

"Yes." You looked away flustered. "Many times."

"It's cute when you play hard-to-get."

The alcohol burned your cheeks. "We're dating."

"You don't act like it." He absentmindedly blew air into your face.

"That's-" You were at a loss.

He wasn't wrong. The two of you started dating four months prior, after his constant and incessant flirting. Contrary to popular belief, you were the one to ask him out. It took small deliberation on his part before he agreed to be your boyfriend, only after you swore it didn't have to be serious. He didn't like serious. You accepted that.

So, the sudden personality flip this past month embarrassed you to no end. He was touchy and affectionate like no tomorrow. You struggled to keep up with this change. It happened out of nowhere. From casual dates and hookups to him being everything he agreed not to be. You worried you'd find a heart box of chocolates on your counter tomorrow morning for Christmas.

"What, you don't like me?" He pouted and leaned closer.

"I like you," you assured, placing your hand on his chest to keep him from falling onto you. "I'm just- you're drunk and you won't remember this tomorrow. So, I don't see why we should discuss it now."

"I'll remember." He pulled away to pout more. "I'm not going to forget what you said."

"Gojo." You sighed and started over. "Satoru-"

He hummed in content and fell into you, burying his face in your neck. "Yeah?"

"Why are you so...different?"

He slumped against your shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"You weren't like this a month ago." You tried to pull away to look at him, but he wrapped his arm around your side, keeping you locked in place. "You're really touchy."

"I'm your boyfriend," he answered breezily, if a little slurred. "I want to be a good boyfriend."

Your stomach twisted into a knot. "Satoru-"

"I love you," he muttered. He buried himself into your neck more. "Is that what you want to hear?"

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You lost your breath, trying to decide if what you heard was real. It was a mistake. He mumbled and you misheard.

"What?"

He nuzzled your neck. "I love you," he said with more clarity.

"Satoru." You managed to nudge him away so you could look at him properly. You pushed his shades up to his hairline and saw his eyes for the first time that night. Red-rimmed and shiny with unshed tears. You inhaled softly. "Satoru, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I love you." He turned you to him and held you by the shoulders. "That's enough, right?"

The look in his eyes told you he wasn't all there. As if he was looking right through you. You ignored the rest of the noise from the bar and focused on Satoru. Even if he weren't drunk, you would be worried.

"Yes. Of course, that's enough." You nodded your head.

"You don't have to love me back," he said, pulling you into a hug as he buried his head in your shoulder. "It's okay. Don't leave."

"I won't." You returned the hug. Was this moving too fast? Were you ready for the next step in your relationship? Would he feel the same way in the morning? Would you? It didn’t matter."And I love you too."

He laughed breathlessly into your shirt. "Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask."

He pulled away slightly to bring his mouth to yours. It was slow and hesitant, the way he hovered. In the long second he hesitated, you wondered what would come of this. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before he closed his eyes and relinquished himself to the kiss. You reciprocated with ease, relaxing your body and melting into him.

When he broke the kiss, he buried his face in your shoulder again. "I love you, Suguru."

Your heart stopped beating.

Satoru nuzzled you closer. "Don't leave this time."

You swallowed dryly.

He slumped against you. "I love you."

#gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #omg why isn't this post showing up in the tagssss

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theshelbyclan · 4 months

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Merry Christmas, Thura 😊 I know it’s probably not happening and you don’t have the time, but could you maybe just for me, as a small Christmas present, write a few lines about Teddy and the Shelbys during Christmas? 😍😍

Thank you sweet Anon, and I wish you all the best too and a blessed Christmas! Just for you, here’s a small bit (just don’t expect too much of it). This takes place shortly after the war, so Teddy’s like 8 in this.

*****

In the bleak midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan…

It was the day of Christmas Eve and Tommy stood outside their house at Watery Lane, quietly smoking a cigarette. He looked up at the sky, where thick grey clouds were gathering: snow was coming in. That was all he needed.

The Shelby’s didn’t celebrate Christmas this year and, if he had anything to do with it, they never would again. They’d celebrated before the war, but after the war, there was no Christmas anymore. The fields of Flanders hadn’t allowed it, Small Heath didn’t allow it and most of all, Tommy no longer allowed it.

Christmas was dead. No more hope and no more light. All there was left now, was: in the bleak midwinter.

Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone…

Arthur came approaching and Tommy looked up. He knew it before he’d opened his mouth: there was trouble.

“There’s been some trouble at the Garrison, Tom,” Arthur explained, “Couple of boys tried raiding the place, knocked Harry about, broke half the bloody bottles in there too.”

Tommy nodded slowly, “So what is it you want from me, Arthur, eh?”

“What do we do, Tom?”

“You know what to do,” he flicked his cigarette away, “Cut them.”

The oldest Shelby nodded, but the hesitation was written all over his face.

“What is it?” Tommy demanded.

“They’re just kids.”

“Kids who fucked with us.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just…”

“For fuck’s sake, Arthur! Just get on with alright? Just grow a fucking backbone for once and get it done.”

“Alright, Tom, we’ll get it done.”

“I don’t have time for fucking soft sentiment, alright?” Tommy growled.

Snow was falling, snow on snow, snow on snow…

Meanwhile, John was working over the books. He tried to get as much done as he possibly could during the day, before he got really drunk.

He looked out the window and saw some children playing in the snow. He looked for Finn and Teddy amongst them, but couldn’t find them.

One boy threw a snow ball at a factory worker, who then slipped and fell over. He cursed loudly and all the children ran away and laughed. John couldn’t help himself and stifled a laugh too.

But then he remembered the bodies piled up in the snow. And somehow, he could see the blood mixed in with the whiteness in Birmingham too. In seconds, the moment had lost all its purity. Now it was just death and decay, hidden in ice.

He took another swig and continued his numbers.

In the bleak midwinter, long, long ago.

“Church starts at nine.”

Tommy coughed a laugh and looked up at his aunt, but her eyes seemed set.

“Arthur and John are coming too.”

Probably not by choice, Tommy thought. And he added, “I have no business with church, Pol, and nothing to discuss with God.” He practically spit the last word.

Polly shrugged, “I’m sure he has one or two things to say to you. You’re going, end of discussion. Teddy is singing.”

Tommy looked up in surprise, “How the fuck did you manage that?”

“I bribed her. Be there at nine.”

What can I give him, poor as I am?

And so the Shelby’s turned up at the church at nine. Not because they wanted to, but because the holy saint Polly Gray, enforcer of all things fearful, had ordered them to. At least Arthur had brought the bottle with him.

People piled into the church slowly, but they left the front most pews empty for the Shelby’s.

Tommy sighed deeply. He had better things to do. They had business to do and money to make. There was no way he was going back to poverty. There was no way he was going to let them walk all over them again.

Because, when they were in the mud, where was God then?

If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb…

John elbowed Tommy and pointed, big grin on his face. When he followed his gaze, he saw one very pissed off little girl in a white dress, standing off to the side near the altar.

Teddy was not happy, and it showed in every way she held herself. Tommy couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Polly must’ve offered her some money…”

“Better still,” Arthur whispered lowly, “She promised her a horse.”

“She always knew how to bargain,” he said not without pride, “Innocent as she may be, she knows how to get whatever the fuck she wants.”

“Innocent?” John laughed, “She’s about as innocent as a wolf in sheep’s clothes. She changed though, Tommy, after we left.”

“Yes, she did. France fucked her up too, even though she’s never even been away from Small Heath.” Bitterness crept into Thomas’ voice.

He never wanted any of that for her. He wanted her to stay small and sweet forever. But he knew that was gone already.

If I were a wise man, I would do my part…

“Move over,” Ada hissed, as she unceremoniously joined them in the pew. “Now will you look at this, the whole family together at church. What the fuck.” Sometimes it was like Ada was physically incapable of speaking without sarcasm.

“Then why are you here?”

“Teddy’s singing. She hates it, so I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” And when her brothers stared at her reproachfully, she added, “Just doing what any good sister would do.”

They were quiet for a little while, but then Arthur leaned over John and told Tommy, “Tomorrow at 11, we’re meeting with that importer I told you about. Charlie’s yard.”

Tommy nodded.

Arthur opened his mouth to talk, but one slap from Polly made him close it again. “No business at church.”

“Why not, aunt Pol?” Ada challenged, “Looking at the size of those golden statues, they’ve done some pretty good business themselves.”

“Ada…” Polly warned.

“Oh I’m sorry,” she continued in her bored tone of voice, “Isn’t that what Christmas is all about? The rich not giving to the poor, but instead celebrating no longer having to?”

Tommy lowered his head to hide his grin. He never liked to admit it, but he had a soft spot for his sisters. They were smarter then all the men he knew combined and they always, always, had something to say.

Life would be incredibly boring, without his sisters doing their part in making his life hell.

But what can I give him? Give him my heart.

The service finally started and the whole procession of pomp and circumstance started. One by one, the Shelby’s sighed deeply and resigned themselves to the next hour.

But after all of that, Teddy stepped forward. She shuffled around a little, uncomfortable, and pulled on her robe that apparently got stuck behind the altar.

She looked back at Finn, who got roped into being an altar boy, and he nudged her forwards again.

Tommy made eye contact with her and nodded. Teddy sighed and rolled her eyes.

“I’ll bet you a pound she’s going to bolt,” John giggled.

“Shut up,” Tommy replied, “I want to hear her.”

And he actually did. It was strange how all his grumpiness and pessimism seemed to have fallen away. And he looked over to John and Arthur, both sending Teddy reassuring smiles. They looked nothing like the bored bastards they’d been only seconds ago. And even Ada, sarcastic detached Ada, fixed her slouch and leaned forward in anticipation. Maybe this is what Christmas was after all: in the middle of the whole fucking chaos of the world falling down around your ears, dropping everything, because your little sister has to sing. And actually feeling warm about it too.

So Teddy breathed in deeply and started to sing, in perfect pitch and angelic voice:

In the bleak midwinter…

#peaky blinders #teddy shelby #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fluff #Tommy Shelby #John Shelby #shelby!sister #ada shelby #sister shelby #finn shelby #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #peaky #peaky Christmas

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wheels-of-despair · 4 months

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The First Countdown Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman go to Reefer Rick's on New Year's Eve to say goodbye to 1985... and hello to a new favorite tradition. Contains: Reefer Rick, Drunk Eddie, a helping hand, a midnight kiss. (Don't worry, kids; Evil Woman's driving home.) Words: 1k

"You ready for this?"

You and Eddie have been invited to a New Year's Eve party at the one and only Reefer Rick's. You've dressed up, you've brought your own beer (and some leftover Christmas candy you and your mom made, because Rick is a sucker for home-made treats), and you're ready to say goodbye to 1985.

"Yup," you grin, sliding out of the van and gathering the goods. Eddie comes to your side to help you carry stuff. He takes the beer and slams the door, and you head toward the sound of Rick's party.

Every light in the house is on. Foghat blares through unseen speakers, and people are sitting on every available surface; crates, the porch railing, car hoods. You're not typically a fan of crowds, but with Eddie by your side, you can face anything.

You follow him through the front door and into the smoky domain.

"Eddie!" Rick spots him immediately and comes over with a huge grin on his face. "And Mrs. Eddie!"

You love when he calls you that, but Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Rick, are you ever gonna learn her name?"

Rick looks taken aback. "I know her name, man." He turns to you, greets you by name, and leans down to kiss the back of your hand like a gentleman. He stands with a grin. "I just like the way her face lights up when I call her Mrs. Eddie."

Your blush is so intense, you can feel it heat your whole body rather than just your face. Subject change! Stat!

"Uh, Merry Late Christmas, I brought you some candy that Mom and I made." You hand him the box, and he takes it like it's a treasure.

"I'm gonna go hide this with my private stash, I'm not sharing the good stuff. Thank you, darlin'. And tell your mama I said thanks, too."

"Will do, Rick."

He takes his candy and disappears into the crowd.

You spent most of the night sipping a drink and watching Eddie. He had a new audience to entertain, and he did not disappoint. He told stories, dramatically acting out the important bits, and had a whole herd of drunks rolling with laughter. You laughed with them and watched him perform with pride as the time flew by.

"Oh shit, it's 11:54!" somebody yells.

Eddie looks at his watch to confirm, chugs the last of his beer, and reaches for your hand. You take it and follow along without protest; this is his element. You're just along for the ride.

He leads you to the back yard, where half the guests are already gathered. He keeps walking until you're nearly down at the water, in a quiet spot by the woods, then turns to you with a goofy grin.

He tries to blow a strand of hair away from his face, but it just falls back into place when his lips stop blowing. You laugh and reach up to brush it away for him. He gets so goofy and adorable when he drinks. You hadn't realized he was this far gone while he was in the middle of his story-telling, but now that he's trying to stand still, you see it.

He pulls you close and points into the distance. "That's where they'll do the fireworks." He wobbles a little, and you slip your arms around his middle and hold him still. You let him lean on you and stare into the cold night and listen to the water of Lover's Lake lap against the shores of Reefer Rick's yard while you wait for the countdown to begin. It's a better night than you could've ever imagined.

"I gotta pee."

You start laughing. He laughs too, but you doubt it's for the same reason. You put your hands on his hips and gently turn him around to face the woods.

"Knock yourself out, babe."

He curses as he fumbles with his zipper, but he gets it open. You keep your hands on his sides to help brace him while his stream hits the dirt, glancing around with amusement to see if anyone's watching. They're not.

Eddie zips himself back up and turns around with a big dumb grin on his face.

"What would I do without you?"

"Fall in the lake while you're trying to pee in it."

"Probably," he grins.

"One minute!" somebody yells from the house, where a small crowd is gathered around the TV to watch the ball drop.

"We're gonna be together forever, right?" he asks.

"That's the plan, Munson," you smile, brushing his unruly hair out of his face again.

"Promise?" He sticks out his bottom lip and pouts. You reach up and push it back in. He licks your finger, and you pull it away with a laugh.

"You promise?" he asks again, with urgency this time.

"Yeah, baby, I promise."

"Ten!"

You glance toward the house.

"Nine!"

You step closer to the big dumb love of your life.

"Eight!"

"Ready?" you ask.

"Seven!"

Eddie nods.

"Six!"

He keeps nodding.

"Five!"

Still nodding.

"Four!"

You reach up and cup his face to hold his head still.

"THREE!"

He grins.

"TWO!"

You make your move at the same time, crashing into each other.

"ONE!!!"

The screams of "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" erupt around you, but your tongue is far too busy to join them. Eddie's a sloppy kisser when he's drunk, but right now, you don't even fucking care. You pull at each other, trying to get closer, even when it's physically impossible.

When you break for air, you rest your forehead against his for a second. The wolf whistles and cheap party blowers are dying out, and the booms and shrieks of fireworks fill the air. You look toward the water and see the colorful explosives streaking into the sky and reflecting in the dark pool below.

You and Eddie turn to watch the show. You slide your arms around his waist and lean your head against his shoulder as you watch the fireworks illuminating the sky.

They're nothing compared to what you feel for him.

"I've never kissed anybody at midnight before," Eddie confesses. You look up to find him watching you instead of the explosive spectacle.

"Well, I hope you liked it," you grin. "'Cause I'm the only person you're ever allowed to kiss again."

"Good," he says, coming in for another.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x evil woman #happy new year nerds!

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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peppermint kisses • r. braun

in which Reiner decides he wants to have his gift a little early after a Christmas Eve party.

themes: !black fem reader, (plus size coded) dom reiner, light bondage, dirty talk, drunk sex, pet names, fingering, spit play, back shots, mating press, squirting, choking, spanking, him turning the reader into a Twinkie, orgasm denial 😵‍💫 and other themes so minors do not interact!

📝: this is also half self ship as well because I’m down egregious. also, merry Christmas, my loves!

wc: 2.9k

Christmas Eve: a time of merriment and cheer for all of those that celebrate the joyous holiday. A time for families, friends and community to come together and exchange gifts, enjoy delicious treats and enjoy one another’s company.

and for others? it gave them an excuse to engage in something a little more than Secret Santa’s and slicing fruitcake..but rather something a bit more..salacious.

“mmmhm! Reiner, damn baby…can we even get in the door? You’re about to rip my clothes off!”

your plea fell mostly on deaf ears at the moment, due in part to the fact that the man you were speaking to was far too infatuated with the rest of your body to focus on what was coming from your mouth. Lips tracing up your neck and collarbone, big hands running up the curvature of your body; gripping the plumpness of your ass in his wide palms, followed by faint grunts into your ear.

truthfully, it was a little unbecoming of your husband’s character. A man who was normally the quietest in the room regardless of his staggering size had now relinquished that and was ravaging (y/n) with the sloppiest of kisses and heaviest of slaps to your backside. “Sorry, baby, but I’ve gotta have you..don’t even think about keeping it from me right now.”

and you most certainly didn’t attest his advancements so the second the door came to a close, the two of you became entangled in a very heated make-out session right there against it. your hands reaching up to his chiseled cheeks to cup them as his tongue slithered between your lips, filling both of your mouths with a mixture of soft moans and exchanged vodka infused saliva.

but what had caused this sudden shift in him? the simple answer was a holiday party at a friend’s place just down the street. Filled with lots of fun, food and more alcohol than what should have been allowed..Reiner just so happened to partake a little too hard in the latter. It was very seldom that he drank so naturally, it made him pretty tipsy..you didn’t know it’d turn him to such a fiend though! Especially when he saw you dancing on one of your mutual lady friends like an absolute slut.

twerking and bouncing that ass on her and grinding your bodies together..you had to pay for getting him all worked up!

however, you had no complaints with the results as he was currently snaking those fingers across your crushed red velvet corset with the fur trim and working to unfasten the clasps, but when that became too much of a hassle, he’d simply tug it down to reveal your supple breasts; those perky brown nipples already stiff for him when he took them between his fingertips.

“What do you say we get Christmas started early, princess? I mean, the only thing I want is righttt here and I’m a little impatient..”

the low growl of his voice was followed by his hands trailing south to your leggings and finding home in the seat of your panties..that silky heat and plumpness of those fat pussy lips, practically swallowing the thin g-string trying to conceal them. Immediately, you’d find yourself melting as those digits circulating your swollen clit. Tossing your head back, you’d release a high pitched wail that only further fueled his freakiness.

“..and you’re so fucking wet, babydoll. Yeah, I’m definitely gonna pound this little pussy tonight…” his sentence trailing once more as he pinned you to that metal panel with a hand to your throat. Meanwhile, his opposite set of digits had made their way inside of you, causing you to rut and practically fuck yourself on his fingers. It was pitiful how desperate and needy you had become that quickly. But he was more than happy to help satisfy those needs.

his eyes suddenly met your own that had stretched wide open due to the stimulation of his pumping. “F-fuck! That feels so good! Baby, please..” your cries bringing a smirk to his face and he’d speed up his movements; alternating and twisting them around inside of you to drum out more of that silky fluid. All while you clawed for his covered cock, trying to pull it out. “Please what? You better tell me what’s on that pretty little mind of yours.”

it was then that you realized that liquor had him acting brand new but you liked this new side of him!..so aggressive and sexy. (Y/N) on the other hand had become a babbling, drooling mess; seconds from squirting on those sunken digits. But before you could have the chance to answer or your orgasm, he’d make the decision himself. He was far too impulsive and aroused to play around with you!..that much apparent by that growing bulge in his crotch.

snatching those fingers from your aching cunt, Reiner made haste in ridding you of those bottoms, tearing them off and ripping them in two on the floor. He needed nothing in his way right now but he did have a use for them.

“matter of fact..I’ve got a better idea. Come here..” In what seemed like a blur you had gone from straddling his fingers to being rough housed and led over to the couch by a guiding grip on the back of your neck. It was there that he’d toss you to the sofa, pinning your legs as far as they would go..as he undressed, you’d watch eagerly, chewing on your nail and stroking your clit.

wide open with slick coating that mound..it was almost too much for him to handle. “You look so cute..playing with that fat little pussy for me, baby. Stay just like that for a minute..” instructing whilst he peeled those clothes from his muscular body. He really was the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on and didn’t help when he reached for his thick length and stroked it, causing your hole to spasm on air.

“Well don’t keep me waiting too long…I need all that dick.”

Reiner returning shortly thereafter. In his hand, he brandished both those ripped tights..along with something he snagged from the nearby coffee table. “Don’t worry, cupcake. Hold your hands out and open your mouth..got a little something for you.” immediately doing as you were told, you’d soon have your wrists bound by that material. He’d then lean forward, closing the gap between your bodies as he spat into your mouth before swiftly placing a single candy cane between (y/n)’s teeth as a makeshift gag.

he just knew you were confused by that gesture but he decided to give his explanation whilst tapping his tip against that slit..teasing his shaft over your folds. “Now…you’re gonna hold that candy cane between your teeth while I make you cream on daddy’s dick. You can scream, moan..hell, even cry but if I hear a crunch, see that candy break or it falls out of your mouth for any reason..you’re not allowed to come. Understand?”

his message was received loud and clear but just how in the actual hell were you supposed to do that?! It was nearly an impossible challenge but one you had no say in the matter and with it settled; sealing the deal with a head nod, he’d take that as the cue to shove that massive cock inside of you. Quick to calm you with a gentle brushes to your cheek whilst he fed you slow thrusts.

the distress was written all over your face because it wouldn’t be long before you’d be feeling those strokes in the pit of your stomach and it’d be all but inevitable to crack that candy cane! Not to mention being unable to push him away..so you’d lie there, heels dangling over his shoulders and thighs jiggling with each one.

“You look so pretty taking this dick, baby..such a good girl.” coaching you through it with that deep, gravelly voice; your tightness sucking him in.His pale shaft and pink tip only able to fit halfway but white cream slathered all over it as a result of his pumping..even watching as he coaxed out an entire stream of it that leaked to your puckering asshole. All of it was truly a sight to see. Eventually, he’d burrow over your entire body, folding those jiggling thighs up to place you into somewhat of a mating press.

his heavy balls colliding with the thickness of your ass and the sounds of clapping flesh resonated throughout the room..along with his loud grunts and your muffled moans. “Oh fuck….” Mumbling through lightly clenched jaws. Your eyes shutting and legs shaking fiercely but you refused to break that candy because one thing you knew was that he would not go back on his word or show mercy when he got like this.

flailing those tied hands around, grasping at the back of the sofa, (y/n) clawed at the cushion as some form of support while those deep strokes finally reached the entirety of your swelling sex. He couldn’t believe how fast you were able to open up; those plump pussy lips eating his cock up once it was buried to your hilt. But what truly made you melt were the glares and constant commands being spewed from his mouth. “Ooh fuck…that’s right. Let daddy have it, baby. Hold still and let me fuck that tight pussy..”

Reiner knew just how close you were by the way it was spasming around his base..as if you didn’t want him to pull out. So he wouldn’t…and just to make things a bit more intense and difficult, he’d bring his thumb pad to your very sensitive clit and began stroking it gently; slicking it with another string of saliva in the process. Honestly, it was all he needed to send you over the edge as you let out a loud cry; white toes curling in those shoes on your feet.

reaching up, he’d tug them off, let them tumble to the floor and in one final act to either comfort or completely break you, he’d bring your soft instep to his lips and place a plethora of kisses on it as he fed you rhythmic strokes..faint splashes began to formulate against his chiseled v-line and you’d begin squirming, trying to scoot away from him but he’d slap your little mound because of it; laughing at the sheer desperation on your face. “No cheating..I know you want to come, princess but not yet..so don’t try to run from me again.”

just for you little spat of insubordination, he’d start pounding once more to the point that he was damn near on the couch himself and covering your entire body. “Daddy, please!” Crying out through your makeshift muzzle, barely coherent, yet all that he wanted to was keep stuffing you full of dick. “You better use those fucking words if you want something. Tell me..” his aggression had escalated into full blown bullying you at this point but it couldn’t be helped in all honesty. He was enjoying himself way too much.

“What is it? Do you need to come that badly?..can’t I have this pussy a little bit longer..or do you want me to come?” all of it a mere taunt to your resolve and how weak it was. You always did come too quick and any other time, it’d work to your advantage but now..you had no choice but to hold it in. “If you want my nut, you better squeeze this dick. That shit better grip me so tight..that I never want to pull out..that’s if you can, princess.”

and as it stood, you wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of doing so without forcing your own climax. Still, you had to try and seconds later, you were clamping around his thick cock; akin to that of a kegel and held that position, crying until you felt two heavy pulses inside of you. “Oh my—shit!” And only seconds after that, Reiner would double over, eyes bulging from his skull as he made good on his word and dumped every ounce of his seed into your womb.

a loud grunt followed by sucking his teeth as those heavy balls became depleted of all his nut and entered your womb. It was practically spilling out by the time he finished. “Fuuuuck! That’s my good girl..you did exactly as I asked. And look at that, still holding that candy cane.”

spent but not out for the count, Reiner would brush your forehead with one hand whilst placing a knee into the couch cushion by your side and sinking his other set of fingers into your sore, abused cunt. You were looking down at his forearm, normally blocked by the view of your cute, chubby tummy he loved so much. But you could spot his knuckles working around that hole and feel them even more intensely. So much so, you were jolting around as he drummed out yours next.

“..so now I guess it’s your turn. Squirt on my fingers, babe. Come for me..right fucking now and don’t make me say it again.”

that certain grimace in his voice that drove you crazy. Being manhandled like this was going to make it hard to behave from now on. You’d provoke him more often if this was the result. However, as he drummed out those dripping fluids..splattering them everywhere, he’d snatch that candy from your mouth and that tie from your wrists to listen to those loud, earth shattering moans.

“Ahhh! Fuck, fuck! I’m coming..so fucking hard!” Loving every second of those beautiful waterworks. It was only after you finished that he’d retract those fingers and dangle them above your newly freed mouth, letting your sweet juices drip onto your tongue. “I know and I’m so proud of you..but we’re not done.” Feeding you a faint tap to the cheek before ushering you onto your knees.

he wanted to fuck you from the back now and he didn’t even give you time to get well adjusted before your husband was tugging you by your hips to his pelvis. He’d give you only a few slaps to your slit with that heavy appendage when he felt you grasping for it on your own. “Well put it in yourself then..I don’t mind.” Loving your initiative and as your smaller hands clutched his shaft, you’d glide the tip to your hole; those thick lips splaying and splitting open at his reentrance.

“Matter of fact, show me some of those moves from earlier…do it with this dick inside ya’..dance for me, princess.” Demanding that you bounce those heavy cheeks buck against him as your entrance swallowed it whole. “Mmm..yeah. Like that. Make that ass bounce and fuck me back.” It was always something about back shots..causing him to lose his composure with you. Sounds of smacking flesh arose yet again and (y/n) decided to take a glance back to look at your aftermath.

“Like this, daddy? Am I doing a good job?” The faux innocence in your voice was making him feral and when you’d twerk and wind with his cock still nestled deep, Reiner had to toss his head back and let you take the reigns. “Oh, it’s fucking amazing, sweetheart…best damn pussy in the world.”

by this time, his vulnerability was apparent by his whiny voice and it seemed that he wasn’t going last long this way either. With your juicy ass colliding with his chiseled and and v-line, it was too much of a sight to bare. You always had this effect on him but he wouldn’t change it for a thing. Eventually, he’d raise his leg to the sofa for more leverage and ended up burrowed over you yet again. Straight beating your shit up without even breaking stride.

“Ah, fuck! Gonna make me come twice inside of that tight pussy..filling you up like the little cumslut you are.” His hands crossed around the small of your back, guiding you at his leisure while he bucked his hips.

and not before long, you’d feel those all too familiar pulses inside of you, in addition to his voice cracking and becoming high pitched. He couldn’t take staring into your eyes so Reiner pushed your head down as you took his dick like a champ. “Take it..take this fucking nut, princess. Let me fuck a baby into you. Please!..”

he had grown down right desperate but luckily for him, it worked in his favor and you’d reach between your thighs to stroke your bud, encouraging him to come one last time, promising to do it with him simultaneously. “Ready?” “Yes!”

on the silent three count, both of your bodies instantly froze before collapsing into complete ecstasy. Riding out those orgasms on one another; melding as one. You, showering him with sticky secretions and him pumping you full of his warm, white semen that created an absolute gorgeous mess..of loud screams and squelching.

neither of you could take another second once you came down to revel in the afterglow but as a final gesture to soothe and thank you for allowing him to do such a thing, Reiner placed a trail of kisses up the curvature of your spine. And that seemed to be all he needed because he had now himself into sobriety!

coming to his senses, he too would fall onto the couch and drag you into a tight embrace along with him.

“Merry Christmas, princess. Hope I didn’t act too crazy.”

to which you’d giggle and bop his nose with your fingers.

“Yeah, but after that..I think I can let it slide.”

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Hi besties! As promised, here is the second post for this week! We are getting closer and closer to the end of an era 😔 I’m sad, but we will all get to see the kiddos grow up and see more of a different perspective with the goose and Carole universe! Thank you all for still being here and reading my story! I love you all so much 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Ringing in the New Year with the Bradshaws (-ish 😂)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing, mentions/hints at death, anxious past, some what drunk characters, crying (good crying), and so much love 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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New Years

A week has passed since Christmas. The Christmas decor was stuff up, but it was going to be taken down in a couple of days after new years. It was New Years Eve and you all were excited to go into the new year together.

The last year brought a lot into your life. You met new people. Make more friends. You were reunited with the love of your life. Your daughter finally got to meet her dad, his friends, her papa Mav, Penny, Amelia. You got to marry Bradley. You live with him. You guys got a dog for your daughter and best of all, you welcomed two little boys. Expanded your family. Moved to a new place.

The year also brought a lot of hardships. You had to be away from your newly husband just after a month of marrying him. You had to leave your best friend behind. You nearly lost your husband. You went and are still watching him make his recovery and baby steps towards his career. But, all in all. This year brought you so much more purpose in life.

Bradley was at work getting some paperwork done for his officers. Jake, Nat, and Austin were getting ready for the night out. They asked if you wanted to join them for a couple of hours, and Phantom and Evelyn offered to watch the kids for the night. But you opted to stay home so you could give kisses to all three of them.

Austin, Nat and Jake came down the stairs all dressed nicely for their night out. Nat came from behind the couch and wrapped her arms around your shoulders.

“You sure you don’t want to come with for a couple of hours?”

You laughed and patted her hand. “No you all go ahead. I’m going to stay back with the kiddos and wait for Bradley.”

All three of them gave you a kiss on the cheek. “We will all see you in the morning.” Jake squeezed you a little tighter. “Happy New Year, Y/n.”

You patted Jake’s arms and smiled. “Thank you, Jake. Have fun you guys! Be safe!”

The three of them went to go and say bye to the kids as they played. You watched as they picked each of them up and kissed them and wished them a happy new year.

The three kids were playing on the floor. The boys sitting in their half donut pillows to help support them as they sat on their own, played with their toys. Leia was laying on her tummy reading a book from school. You were sitting on the couch watching them all play as you watched TV and drank some tea.

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Bradley’s POV

I had been stuck at work all day trying to finish up paperwork for the new year. I couldn’t wait to leave and go home to spend time with my family. I looked over at the clock in my office. 1845. “Damn I’ve been here for nearly 13 hours.” I stood up and stretched my back and looked out my window to the tarmac. A couple of the officers were down there doing their last checks on their planes before leaving for the day. There was a knock at my door.

“Bradshaw? You in here?” Phantom came in as he knocked on the frame.

I turned and smiled. “Right here, sir.” He came in and shook my hand. “You leaving for the day?”

He chuckled. “I’ve got another hour before I head out. Would you like some company or help with anything?” He sat at the chair in front of my desk.

I made my way around my desk and sat in my chair. “I should almost be done. Just going through some last minute changes for some routes the pilots are gonna fly in the new year. But the company will be nice as i finish it out.” I laughed as i continued to read the new route routine.

“You and y/n want Eve and I to watch the kids tonight?” He sat back in the seat and made small conversation with me.

I chuckled. “No, you, Eve, and the girls don’t have to do that for us. Y/n and I planned on staying home with the kids tonight.”

Phantom picked up my little model f-14 on my desk. “Awh the boys first new years!”

I nodded. “They’re getting so big now. And it is their first!” I signed a couple of route routines and put all the paperwork away. “Finally finished.” I neatly stacked all the worksheets and papers i had gone through in a pile.

“You done for the day, Brad?” Phantom placed the f-14 back in its place.

I sighed and nodded. “Finally. I’ve been sitting in this office for the last 12 hours finishing and pushing paperwork.”

Phantom started to laugh. “How do you like being a senior officer?”

I smiled and laid back in my chair. “It is a whole lot of paperwork, but it is a nice change of pace.”

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When we finally left the office, it was 1915. Phantom and I said out goodbyes and wished each other a happy new year.

“See ya next year, Rooster.” Phantom waved at me before hoping into his car.

I laughed. “Yea, see ya next year.” I shook my head and smiled. I got into the truck and headed to the store. I went in and grabbed a couple of New Year’s party hats and crowns. I grabbed a couple of bottles of apple juice and apple cider. I also grabbed some poppers and a couple of noise makers for the kids. I loaded the bags into the truck and headed home to you.

1950. “Finally home.” I got down from the car and grabbed the bags from the back. I opened the door. “I’m home, my loves!” I set the bags down and started to take off my shoes and hung up my hat.

“Daddy!!!” Leia came running through the house and jumped into my arms. I covered her in kisses.

“Hey my little love. I missed you today.” I started to make my way over to you. You picked up both boys and walked over towards me. “Oh baby, don’t pick both of them up.” I let Leia down and grabbed Luke from you. “Hi, baby. I missed you.” I gave you a kiss and then kissed the boys.

“I missed you too, Brad. How was work?” You smiled and wiped your chapstick from my lips.

I grabbed Bradley from your grasp and held both boys. “Busy as usual, honey. Just glad to be home.” I smiled and kissed the boys over and over again. We all made our way back to the couch and we all sat. Leia in between us and the boys on my lap. I looked around and listened. “Did the three older kids leave already?”

You started to chuckle. “Yes, our three eldest left already to go out.” You rested your arm on the back of the couch and laid your chin to your hand. The other reaching over to fix Luke’s tag coming out from his shirt. “They asked if we wanted to join again.”

I laughed and laid back as I watched the boys play with each other’s hands. “They just miss being with us, is all.” Brad put his fingers in my mouth. I gasped and munched on them gently as he started to laugh causing Luke to laugh too. “You boys are so big. Stop growing already.” I grabbed their little hands and gave each of them a kiss.

I leaned over and placed a kiss on Leia’s head and on your cheek. “I’m gonna go and clean up, sweetheart. Get out of this uniform.” I smiled at you as you nodded. I placed the boys back up against their pillows and headed up stairs.

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As I finished cleaning up, I looked at the time again. 2030. The time was flying by. I headed back down stairs in some sweats and a white t-shirt. You were getting dinner ready for us. I came into the kitchen and grabbed you from behind. I placed kisses on your neck. “What you making, mama?” I placed my chin on your head.

You giggled. “Leia wanted some Mac and Cheese so I’m making that, along with some chicken and rice.”

I took a deep breath in and smiled. “That is my favorite. Need any help?”

You turned around in my arms and shook your head. “I’m okay. But you can try and feed the boys their rice cereal today.” You poked my chest and smiled.

I nodded. “Yes ma’am.” I gave you a kiss before going to get the boys. I put their high chairs next to each other and went to get the boys. I placed each of them into a chair and put on their silicon bibs that had a food catch. I gave each of them a toy to play with while I got their food ready.

“Leia Rey, come and get your Mac and Cheese, babe.” You had a bowl ready for Leia. She ran over and grabbed it and then went to go and take a seat with her brothers.

I went into the fridge and grabbed one of their bottles that had your milk in it. I poured the whole bottle into a bowl and went to the pantry to grab the tub of the boys rice cereal. I brought it back out and started to scoop some to put into the bowl of milk. Then I mixed it and nuked it in the micro for 45 seconds. When it came out i tested it to make sure it wasn’t too hot for the boys.

“Alright boys. Let’s try today. Can you both eat this for daddy?” I said in the mushiest baby voice I had, causing them to both laugh. I placed the bowl onto the table and sat in a chair in front of the both of them. “Baby brother first.” I scooped some with he spoon and blew on it.

“Here we go Bradley boy. Open wide, babas. Here comes the fighter jet.” I started to mimic the noise. My mouth mimicked the movements little Brad’s mouth made. He spit a little bit up but i scooped it and put it back in his mouth. My eyes went wide.

“Babe! babe! He ate it! Bradley had his first dose of solid food!” I gasped and you ran over. “Now Lukey-Bear. Open up big boy. Here comes the airplane!” I mimicked noises again and my mouth mimicked Luke’s. He ate the whole spoon in one bite.

“OH MY GOSH!!!!” You and I jumped up in unison. Our baby boys had their first dose of solid-ish food. You and I hugged and Leia ran over to join. Leia gave her brothers kisses. I kissed your forehead and wiped your tears. “They did it, babe!!”

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2330. This was the latest all of us had stayed up in a long while. We were all practically falling asleep on the couch waiting. Leia was cuddled up on you, the boys both cuddled into my chest. Our kids were fast asleep. You and I were in and out of sleep as we patiently waited for the TV to show the ball drop. Frozen was playing on the TV as we all fell asleep.

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Phoenix’s POV

Austin, Hangman, and I stumbled back into the house around 0115. We were laughing because Hangman had just tripped up the drive way and fell face first into the front patio. Austin and I couldn’t breathe as he started to get up. We opened the front door shushing each other so we wouldn’t be loud.

I grabbed Hangman by one arm and Austin grabbed the other. We held him up because he was laughing so hard from falling.

“I feel like such a dumb ass! I hope the neighbors didn’t see that!” He barely whispered through his laughs.

We all walked over to the living area and the lights were still on. Austin went and grabbed us all water from the fridge. Hangman and I saw that The Little Mermaid was playing on the TV. Then we looked down on the couch and saw all 6 of you sleeping on the couch together. Leia cuddled up with you. Bradley with the boys cuddled up on his chest. Gunner in the middle of Bradley and you.

I gasped. “Oh my gosh! How cute!” I said in a whisper. Austin came over to see what the commotion was about.

“That is so precious. They fell asleep before the New year.” He handed us our waters.

I snapped a picture and went to grab blankets. We placed blankets onto all of you and gave everyone kisses. “Good night you guys. Happy New Year. See you all in the morning.”

Jake turned the TV off and left a couple of lights on for you all. The three of us went upstairs to change and get ready for bed. The three of us opted to stay downstairs with you all and sleep, just in case if you guys needed the help.

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Your POV

The next morning you woke up and saw you all had fallen asleep on the couch. You stretched slightly and sat up. You saw Jake, Nat, and Austin sleeping on the floor in front of you. you started to laugh. You laid Leia down on the couch and covered her with the blanket. Bradley heard you stirring around and he woke up. He looked around and looked at you.

“Did we fall asleep down here?” He was shocked.

You nodded and laughed. “Yes we did. And before the new year.”

Bradley started to chuckled. “Of course, we did, sweetheart.” He puckered his lips and you went to give him a kiss. “Happy New Year, my love. And the many more to come. I can’t wait to see what this year holds for us. I love you, forever, honey.” He smiled up at you as he continued to hold the boys on his chest.

“Happy New Year, Bradley. I love you, always.”

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Happy late new year besties! I hope you all enjoyed ringing in this (late) new year with the Bradshaws! (Kind of 😂) I hope you all have had a blessed and great start to the new year! I’m so glad you’re here ❤️ Would you have spent the New Year at home with the Bradshaws, or would you have gone out with Jake, Nat, and Austin? I’ll see you all in the next chapter! 🫶🏼

The sleep crew is in the comments 🛌

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hi babe! could you write something about Joe spending christmas with you and your family? Some fluff so you don’t have to write the word cock for a second 😂

GIRL LET ME TELL YOU I CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH COCK

...that's what she said

This turned out to be longer than I imagined, and I hope it meets your expectations. I actually have a smut prompt request for visiting family at Christmas which I think will follow this perfectly 🥰 but for now....WE FLUFF!

You wished you'd driven. It would have given you something to focus your mind on, other than your all consuming panic about what was to come. Your leg wouldn't stop bloody bouncing.

Joe was nervous too, although he didn't let on. You could tell because he'd changed his outfit 4 times before you'd left.

It was just over an hour and a half's drive to your parent's house. You and Joe had been invited there to spend Christmas eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Day with your mum, dad and 3 older brothers. Joe had actually paid for his own parents to go abroad this Christmas, so you didn't have to worry about splitting the time between both families. Besides, you'd already met his family.

This was Joe's first time meeting yours.

"So when you bringing Eddie home, then, Y/N?" Your older brother Jack had teased over the family Zoom call a few months ago.

"Shut up, his name is Joe." You'd said through gritted teeth. You loved your brothers, really you did, but God they loved to pick on you as the baby and only girl of the family.

"Still don't believe that you're actually dating him," your second oldest brother Tom laughed and you rolled your eyes. "What? We haven't actually spoken to him yet, he's conveniently always busy when we have our calls every week."

"Hey, leave her alone, not her fault her big time actor boyfriend is never home." The sarcasm in your eldest brother Charlie's voice made you scowl.

"Well, I've spoken to him, and he seems perfectly lovely. Leave your sister alone, boys." Your mum sighs, shooting you a small soft smile.

"Why don't you invite him for Christmas, Y/N? We'd love to meet him." Your dad offers and your stomach sinks as your brother's faces all break out into grins.

"Yeah, go on, Y/N, we've gotta meet this famous boyfriend of yours." laughs Tom. "Give him the old big brother talk."

"If I bring him home, you are absolutely not doing that, or I'm telling your girlfriend about the time you came home drunk, pissed in the pond and killed our koi."

That shut him up.

You had asked Joe if he wanted to come, and he didn't hesitate in saying yes. In fact he seemed quite excited about it, but as the time grew closer he was definitely getting nervous as you briefed him on your family, so when he offered to drive, you thought maybe it was best to let him concentrate on that and let you do the worrying.

"So...Jack is 2 years older than you, right?" Joe asked you, as the sat nav informed him he had 5 miles left on the motorway.

"Jack is 2 years older than me, yeah, then Tom is 4 years older, and Charlie is 5 years older. Even though he's the oldest, he's the most chill out of the 3 lads. It's actually Jack who's the gobby one. Him and Tom used to fight all the time growing up."

"Right, good to know, don't piss off Jack. Or Tom. Or Charlie. Or anyone in your family." You could see his grip tighten on the steering wheel ever so slightly. You place a hand on his knee.

"We can turn around and go home if you don't wanna do this, Joe."

"Y/N, I'll be fine. Besides, I'm in this for the long haul, so I have to at least convince your dad to like me." Joe grins, taking your hand in his and kissing it, making you melt in your seat.

When you arrive at your parents, you catch a glimpse of your brothers at the window. You glare at them and your mum comes up behind them, yanking them all away. She shoots you another little smile and you wave at her.

"Come on, let's get this bit over with and we'll get the bags later." You say raking Joe's hand in yours and walking up the front path and opening the door. Your mum descends on you with an excited little squeal, hugging you tightly. She then turns to Joe.

"And you must be Joseph! It's nice to put such a handsome face to a name and voice!" As if she wasn't a massive Stranger Things fan. Flirt. She gives him a little hug. "We're so happy to have you here."

"Thank you so much, Mrs Y/L/N. You have a really lovely home. And it's just Joe, please." He smiles, ever the charmer. Your dad and brothers then make an appearance, all looking at bit menacing. Your dad comes over and hugs you tightly, offering his hand out to Joe, who shakes it.

"Nice to meet you, Joe, we've heard lots about you."

"Thank you sir, likewise."

"Ah, none of the sir stuff, lad," your dad then tells him to call his by his name. "And I suppose I better let these 3 reprobates introduce themselves."

Your brothers, shockingly, make very polite introductions and say how happy they are to meet him.

"Want a drink, Joe?" Charlie asks holding up a bottle of beer for your boyfriend, who gladly accepts.

"Come on mate, we'll show you around." Jack says, gesturing through to the kitchen.

"Dad, go with them!" You hiss, well aware of your brothers' intentions on getting Joe alone. Your dad chuckles and follows them, leaving your mum and you in hallway. You sigh. "Oh my god."

"Oh, darling, he's so lovely!" Your mum grins at you, giving you a squeeze. "So much more handsome than he looks on TV! And so well spoken!"

"Mum, your fangirl is showing." You laugh, following her into the kitchen and watching as the 5 men walk around your parent's large garden. Jack gestures to the pond, and says something, making all 5 of them laugh. "He's telling the koi story isn't he."

A few hours later, you and Joe had settled in and you were sat in the living room with your family, chatting after a lovely dinner you helped your mum to prepare.

"So, Joe, tell us about yourself. And nothing obvious, mate, we already know who you are." Charlie says, although he's not mean about it. "Although, if you could tell me if Eddie is really dead or not that would earn you serious brownie points."

"Charlie!" You hiss, kicking him.

Joe laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"As much as I want to, mate, I have no idea." Your family makes a noise of disappointment. "I'm sorry, I wish I could tell you!"

"Ignore them, Joe, please! I do." Your mum calls from the kitchen and you laugh. Joe smiles at you, slipping his hand into yours and squeezing gently.

He was so much more relaxed than he was earlier, and it warmed your heart to see him getting on with your family so well.

The next afternoon, after a beautiful quiet Christmas morning, you were surrounded by family members, including grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. You had warned Joe that Christmas was always a big thing at your home, but you don't think he really understood just how big.

Joe was currently chatting to your dad, your grandad and some of your older cousins as you sat on the sofa with your 3 month old baby cousin Sophia in your arms, her mum, your mum and your aunty all sat around with you watching some of the older children playing with their new toys.

"That's a beautiful necklace, Y/N, was that a Christmas present?" Your cousin, the baby's mum, asks, taking a sip of Prosecco.

You glance down at the silver chain hanging around your neck, so delicate you'd forgotten it was there.

"Oh, yeah, it's from Joe," you smile running a finger over it. "He got it for me whilst he was in Italy."

Your mum, cousin and aunty all exchange looks. "What?"

"Nothing, Y/N, love," your aunty smiles over the lip of her glass. "He's a keeper, I think."

"Oh I don't plan on getting rid of him any time soon." You smile at him across the room and he comes over, kissing you on top of your head. "Want a cuddle?" You gesture to the sleeping baby in your arms.

"Is that alright?" Joe looks at your cousin.

"Yeah, of course! Gives me a break, she's a right little leech at the moment, Y/N has a magic touch so it seems."

You stand up so Joe can take your seat.

"Sit back, use the arm of the sofa to support your arm and her head...that's it," you say softly as you pass Sophia over to him, helping him to adjust so he could hold her correctly. You're pretty sure your knees almost give way as you stand back up and take in the sight of your beautiful boyfriend holding a beautiful baby. You sit on the sofa arm next to him, both of you looking down at Sophia. You see a flash out of the corner of your eye and look up; your cousin had taken a photo, a massive grin on her face.

"She's so tiny," Joe said softly, looking up at you. "What should I do with her?"

"Just hold her, she's pretty milk drunk right now so she'll be out for a bit." You giggle, pushing some of his curls away from his face and kissing his forehead.

"Do you want kids, Joe?" Asks your aunt and you shoot her a look. You know what she's doing.

"Up until about 5 minutes ago, I wasn't too sure, but uh, yeah I do." He says, unable to take his eyes off of Sophia.

"I'll get you another drink," you say, kissing the top of his head again and heading into the kitchen to top your own glass up and get him another beer.

As you were pouring your drink, a pair of arms wrap around your waist. You smile as Joe kisses your shoulder. "Are you having a good time?" You ask him, moving him with you as you get some ice from the freezer.

"The best, your family are brilliant." Joe says into your shoulder. "You?"

"Mmhm." You turn and hand him his beer. He pecks your lips in thanks. "Speaking of my family, you never told me what my brothers said to you yesterday. I sent my dad out for backup. I know what they're like, they've scared off boyfriends in the past."

"You mean there were others before me?!" Joe feigns shock, clutching his chest. You laugh, shoving him gently. "Well, yeah they gave me the old 'what are your intentions with our baby sister' talk before your dad made it outside."

"Oh? And you're still here...impressive." You grin and he plays it coy, shrugging. "So what are your intentions with me, Joseph Quinn?"

He moves behind you, one arm around your waist, steering you so you can see into the living room, where your cousin had her baby back in her arms and her husband was stood with her, both of them cooing over Sophia who had just woken up.

You tilt your head to look at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." His lips then meet yours, sealing the unspoken promise.

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fluff #ask #answered #fluff #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn

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marksbear · 1 year

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Steve Rogers x a college aged guy on Christmas break. The reader is so excited to celebrate his first Christmas with Steve, full of kisses, a lot of gifts for Steve, and passionate Christmas Eve sex, along with going out to look at lights and celebrating Christmas with the avengers on Christmas Day

I rlly love Steve 🤭

Aww a Christmas request! Hope you enjoy the fic and have a good Christmas! And happy new years!--- Bear

I made the reader be in universty to add something into the plot y'know.

STEVE ROGERS X MALE READER

Y/n university finally released them for Christmas break. Usually he'll stay at his friends or family house during the break then celebrate Christmas with them.

Like last year Y/n and his friends threw the biggest neighborhood party ever. All of him and friends were drunk when they threw the party. It was one of the best days in Y/n life.

But now he has a boyfriend. "I'm becoming a real man." What Y/n said when his friend asked him to come to their house. Y/n was only joking and said

"Nah have to pass this year. Got me a man to take care of y'now? I'm turning into an adult now. Just gotta get kids now and a better job." Before Y/n leaves the University to officially start his break he hugs all his friends and stops by his favorite teachers classrooms before leaving.

His first stop was to the mall. He bought cheap and expensive gifts for his family and friends, but for Steve. He wasted all his savings for every single gift imaginable. He bought the best things money can buy.

After he was done shopping he went to his sister's house to drop off the gifts for her and her family. "Y/n! Hey thanks for the gifts. The kids will love this and my wife. But I gotta ask when you're gonna find someone you love?" His sister asks taking the gifts to her bathroom hiding them with Y/n helping her.

"I found a guy...Hes very sweet and kind hes so perfect you know. The type of guy I don't want to disappoint. Hes like my other half. And you are gonna flip when you see him." His sister sees that look in her brother's eye. The same look when she saw her wife for the first time ever. She lets out a smile trusting that Y/n is finally gonna be taken care of.

"The kids upstairs? Imma gonna bless them with an early Christmas. And that is seeing the best uncle in the world!~" Y/n runs upstairs to see the little devils.

TIMESKIP

After Y/n is done delivering all the gifts to his friends and family he drives to Stark tower. Y/n haven't met the avengers yet and is utterly terrified. But Steve gave him a heads up that no one besides himself and Jarvis/ Vision is at the tower.

Steve is outside waiting for Y/n and smiles bashfully when he sees Y/n car. "Hey handsome~" Y/n says kissing Steve passionately. "I was beginning to think that you weren't gonna show." Steve says pushing the eager Y/n thats trying to makeout with him in the freezing cold.

"C'mon lets take these inside." Steve says gesturing to the scary amount of gifts Y/n has for him that's all wrapped up. "It's our first Christmas together! I had to go big or go home! And plus I made my nieces and nephews wrap them for free."

ANOTHER TIMESKIP

As soon the two got all the gifts inside and under the huge tree Stark bought they went to Steve's room. Y/n goes to the TV and puts on a cheesy romance Christmas movie he founded the other day. While Steve brings snacks and drinks for their little movie date.

The two spend their whole Christmas Eve afternoon together picking what movies to watch, pausing the movie to makeout and hug each other, eating snacks and cuddling. Everything was just so fun and romantic Steve's room had a dim glow in it because the fireplace and the fire just added into the Christmas spirit.

It was during one of their makeout breaks where things turned lewd. They were just kissing with tongues exploring each other's mouth as Y/n slowly crawled into Steve's lap.

Steve takes Y/n waist massaging them as Y/n hands run his hands through Steve's hair. If it was just a regular makeout they would have pulled away from each other long ago. Y/n moves his hips grinding his and Steve's crotch together.Y/n blushes madly when he feels Steve hard cock pressed up against his ass.

Y/n pulls away from the makeout taking his shirt off as Steve watches his every move. Y/n leans back on the bed giving Steve access to his whole body. Steve crawls above Y/n kissing and biting his neck and uses his free hands to touch and pinch Y/n chest playing with his nipples.

Y/n fumbles around with his pants trying to take them off. As he takes his pants down he pulls his underwear off with them. All of Y/n clothes are scattered around the floor. "Y-your clothes..Take them ngh~ f-fuck Steve." Y/n couldn't finish his beg because his moan took over his words. Steve sits on the bed beside Y/n jerking his cock off slowly pleasuring the younger man.

Y/n tries to tug on the hero's clothes hoping he'll get the hint. "Words Y/n let me hear you beg." Steve tells him jerking his cock at a fast pace trying to make him cum early. "St---eve!~ please take your clothes off! plea-se I-I beg you. I'll be a good boy please!~""Good boy~" Steve takes off all his clothes throwing them somewhere on the floor before going back to jerk off Y/n. Y/n rolls his hips into Steve's hand as he jerks him off and avoids eye contact.

"Steve w--what are you~doing!?! Y/n shouts when Steve speeds up his hand and his grip on Y/n poor aching cock tighter. Y/n covers his mouth with his hand screaming and moaning into it as he cums all over Steve's hand. "Wha---what was thA for~ Steve please I-I just came~"" Steve looks at Y/n hole and asks. "Did you prep yourself on the way here?"

Y/n face becomes flustered and embarrassed and shakes his head yes. "I wanted it to be easier for you." Steve smiles at his generosity and uses the cum from Y/n lubing up his own cock. Steve slowly enters his cock into Y/n hole. Once he was inside of Y/n halfway he fucks him slowly and deeply hitting all of the right places.

His thrust was hard but still at the same time gentle. He held Y/n as he fucks him deeply with his hard cock. Slow skin slapping against each other can be heard from outside the door as well Y/n moans and whimpers too. Y/n feels the same tight knot in his stomach from before and his back begins to arch and his legs tremble.

Maybe it's the Christmas spirit but him and Steve seem more emotional this time round of love making. The two have done it countless of times but this seems so different. Y/n cock begins to twitch again and he lets out a long whine. Steve's cock brushes against his prostate making Y/n almost cum right there and then but instead he lets out the loudest moan yet and claws his back.

Steve sees the reaction and begins to aim his thrust into Y/n abusing his hole and prostate. It doesn't take a while for Y/n to feel his orgasm nearing. Y/n lets out pants as if he was a dog and his eyes roll back as he cums hard all over himself and his boyfriend. Steve isn't far behind letting out a moan and some groans as well.

As the two ride out their orgasms they're both in a comfortable silence. As Steve pulls out he flops on Y/n side laying down tiredly staring at Y/n handsome features.

COOL TIMESKIP

Hawkeye opens Captain America's door and lets out a wolf whistle. "Wow. Someone was being naughty last time." Clint says eyeing all of the clothes on the floor and the two figures in the bed. "Hot boyfriend by the way Cap. He's really pretty in the face." Clint teases earning a pillow in the face by Steve.

Clint shuts the door and leaves the room going back down stairs to open gifts.

Steve stands up from the bed and gives Y/n some of his own clean clothes as he finds some too. Steve puts the clothes on and picks up the clothes that were on the floor and puts them in a basket. "Merry Christmas Steve." Y/n says walking up to him. "Merry Christmas Y/n." Steve says back wrapping his arms around Y/n kissing him.

All the Avengers are down stairs opening and giving people gifts. They welcome Y/n with open arms and some even prepared gifts for you. Bucky got you a gift from the way Steve talked about you and everything. The Avengers hosted a huge Christmas party and played games and had drinks and food.

Y/n took Steve to go see the lights in his neighborhood and even showed Steve his family especially is sister who went all cop on and did an investigation on him.

"Hey did Santa give you one of the gifts I asked him to give you. My love for you..."

"Shut up Y/n."

THE END

#x male reader #marvel x male reader #steve rodgers x male reader #steve rogers #captian america #captain america x male reader #male reader #the bear club

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eurydicesflower · 1 year

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coming back to you, my warmest home (lty)

Pairing: Taeyong (NCT) x Reader Tags: Christmas Holiday AU, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Idiots in Love and Light Angst Warnings: None Word Count: 3.5 k Summary: When reunion parties are on full-swing now that Christmas comes close this season, what will you do if your 'greatest what-if' comes back at the same time? A/N: This is the first time I posted a fic for this fandom! This is so self-indulgent, but I hope you enjoy it whoever reads this! Have a great holidays! Also posted on: Archive of Our Own

“What do you mean he will be back?”

That’s what you asked your best friend, Joy, when you were about to enter the restaurant. That night, she relayed the news to you that Taeyong would be back at your reunion party for Christmas Eve at Taeil’s restaurant. You are very sure that he would not be around since he was busy this holiday season— that’s what you heard from Joy since you already blocked him in all your social media accounts.

Not that you didn’t want to see him— you really don’t — but you did not part on good terms right before he went abroad for about a year now.

Before he flew away, you were still close with him, best friends even.

Yet, one thing had made you distance away from him. You are afraid. You are afraid that at that time when you are deeply falling into Taeyong, the friendship you had built for so many years would crumble away.

You didn’t want that to happen so instead, you tried to distance yourself away from him. You thought that would be the solution, and yet, the feelings got stronger and stronger.

Taeyong became worried about you at that time. He tried to ask you once, but you just dismissed him with a shrug.

It became a habit to tell him that, until it moved to the point that you successfully distanced yourself away from him and at the same time, the closeness you had before, were not the same.

The next thing you knew, Joy had told you that he would be flying away to New York City since he had gotten a job there.

Of course, you will be so proud of him, however, you were so mad at your own irrational decision that you didn’t even get to tell Taeyong you were sorry to him.

So, you decided you tried making amends through SNS, and you told him ‘Sorry’ so many times in your voice messages days after he left. You tried to explain that you have been a bitch at him for not explaining what you really feel— though you omitted the part that you do like him that’s why you distanced yourself — but it seemed he just ignored it all.

The one thing that you regretted was that instead of dismissing what you really feel, you should have told what you really feel. Sometimes you just wish that you could turn back time.

“I thought you’re happy that he will be back again? Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to see him—?”

“Shush, Joy. That was just drunk-me talking, not sober-me.”

Joy chuckled at your reaction, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“You know damn well that sometimes, when we’re drunk, we tend to tell the truth.”

While you didn’t tell Taeyong about what you really feel, it was Joy who saw through it all. From your hopeless ramblings to your frustrations about what happened on that day.

“Half-truth! Argh, let’s just get going, okay? Johnny and the others might be waiting now.”

You strode forward to the restaurant as Joy followed you inside.

You stopped on your tracks then Joy bumped into you, asking why you stopped. When she followed your gaze, she immediately knew why you were standing still. You didn’t expect that at that moment, the one you’ve been talking about with Joy had already arrived earlier than you two.

“Told you, he’ll be here.” Joy smirked.

You didn’t hear what Joy had told you next, but something in the moment makes everything stop except for you and him. It might be an exaggeration, but even your heart was jumping in glee when you had seen him again, yet your mind tells you not to.

You didn’t want to admit that seeing him right now had been a breath of fresh air after numerous failed dates from the past few months. You tried working on your dates but… How could he still make your heart feel like that even though your mind keeps screaming ‘stop’ ? How could he still be so charming yet out of reach? How could he still have that same effect for you?

Well, that’s Taeyong Lee, and You MIGHT be still into him.

You only snapped back from reality when you heard Joy call out your name so that you can follow her where your group of friends are seated.

When you thought nothing could go wrong— except you already knew it might have happened — Johnny and Yuta were the ones who told you that you should sit beside Taeyong, though you heard Taeyong say that he should switch seats with Doyoung instead. And even Doyoung, who was supposed to be on Taeyong’s side, had joined in with Johnny and Yuta’s teasing.

“Yong, it’s okay, I’m already fine with my seat.” Doyoung grinned, knowing it would annoy Taeyong. His friend rolled his eyes, then remained at his seat.

‘Sly bastards,’ you shook your head when you took a seat beside the empty spot beside Taeyong. You then pretended to pick up the menu in front of you despite knowing that your friends had already picked out and ordered the food. You just hoped they ordered your favorite calamari.

“As I was saying—” You heard Johnny say. “It’s been a while since we had Taeyong this close, and not just through our phones!”

“Sometimes, there would be days that I thought we would never see Taeyong out from our phones.” Yuta grinned, making your friends laugh.

Meanwhile you smiled lightly, and stole a glance at the man beside you, who was just shaking his head amusingly at both men.

“Of course, hyung had a reason why he came back, right?” It was Haechan who asked.

“There’s no one, Haechan.” Taeyong is quick to bite back yet, Jungwoo teased Taeyong.

“I think it’s because of a certain someone .”

But what Jungwoo thought could be a lighthearted joke, it made everyone silent for a moment. You can feel your friends’ gaze at you and Taeyong while you are busy pretending to choose your order from the menu.

“Oh, our order’s here!”

You thanked Johnny silently that he was so good at reading the room— and also to the server who arrived just on time. You are also glad that they ordered your favorite calamari.

Despite not talking for so long with Taeyong, you knew who might be the reason why he came back, and you know it wasn’t you . Back when the two of you were still close, he had been talking about a certain someone back then. For a long time, he was over the moon when he told you about that person. Most days, you kind of wish it was you .

Yet, you shook away those feelings inside your mind, and focused on talking with your friends as you all merrily enjoyed your food.

While you were listening to Haechan’s story about his encounter with an irrational client, you heard a faint call of your name beside you.

You didn’t need to know who it was.

“Yes?”

Despite the straightest face you had mustered up, you swear your butterflies on your stomach might be jumping up and down all from that greeting. How can he still do that?! It feels like you are acting like a school girl when she was around their crush!

“How are you?” He asked you.

“I am fine.” You replied bluntly as if you were not the one who distanced yourself in the first place.

“That’s good to know.”

You knew that Doyoung and Joy were listening to your conversation despite the loud cheery voices of your friends. Yet you ignored that— well, not really— since right after that, only silence came after that short acknowledgement between the two of you.

Despite being close like this to Taeyong after a long time, nothing seems to be like you had before. It feels like the cold winter air had crept up inside the restaurant, and decided to linger between the two of you despite the warmth of tonight’s reunion. It just felt like you were just thin air for him which makes you feel disappointed all throughout the night. Though you understand why he was being like that, but still!

Somehow, thanks to your friends, your reunion didn’t turn out to be disappointing at all.

You still manage to give your heartiest laugh whenever Jungwoo tells a joke, while Yuta follows it up with another until all of your laughs wrapped up the restaurant.

“By the way, did you mention that you’re about to leave the country this January?” Doyoung suddenly mentioned your trip, and all of your friends’ gaze fell onto you.

“Oh, that? Yeah, my visa and passport are already processed, and I’m just excited for that trip.”

“Then by all means, you and Taeyong might cross paths in NYC if ever.” Yuta commented with a grin.

Shit. You then stared at Yuta like you wanted to strangle Yuta’s throat so badly.

You then let out a forceful laugh, and said, “ That might be. But we know how busy Taeyong is. We might not even cross paths.”

“That can happen if you keep on avoiding me.” You were sure it was not supposed to be a mumble when it’s too loud for you to hear. You can feel Taeyong’s eyes on you. If one stare could kill, his gaze bores heavily that it could take you down— you can feel it on your skin.

“That was just one time.” You bit back.

You heard him scoff.

“One time? Then I just can’t believe it’s about a year in my time.”

You were about to retort but he suddenly stood up on seat, and walked outside without any excuse. Your friends only watched the two of you argue until the tension got heavy after you and Taeyong’s short yet snappy argument.

You could feel angry tears build up in your eyes, yet you forced it back, not wanting your friends to see your defeated face. You might be great at hiding your emotions except you just forgot that Joy knew how to read you. So, she did what she had to do. She excused herself, and called you out to go with her to the restroom.

You couldn’t help but let out your tears stream down your face out of frustration as soon as you two head out to the restroom.

“I’m sorry about that… I should have told you earlier that he might come.”

Joy patted your back and you shook your head.

“It’s fine. It’s just… How can I still not get over him? I really don’t get it, Joy. It still hurts seeing him to the point I want to avoid him, but at the same time, I really want to get back what we had before... I want it back.”

“I know that you really want that… You always tell me that. But are you sure you’re going to keep on going with the way you two are right now? I know you don’t want that, right? Maybe you can still talk it out with him. You know Taeyong, he wouldn’t just shut you out as his friend— as one of his longtime friends.”

Joy looked at you with a somber smile and that’s when you start to let your emotions break you down, and cry until you have your fill. Joy was there to comfort and hug you until you were done.

“Sorry for that, Joy.” You mumbled weakly.

“Nah, it’s fine. But you know, what’s better? Talk with Taeyong.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, yet you hugged her once again.

“This just feels like college again.” You chuckled as tears still wet from your eyes.

“Yeah, but this time? You’re gonna say what you really feel. But first, let me fix your make-up, you look like a mess.”

You chuckled along with her, and let her retouch your make-up and fix your hair before you head out the restroom.

By the time you left the restroom, it felt like it lasted longer than an hour, but in reality, it was only ten minutes when you were back again with your friends. You immediately apologized for what happened, and they understood it. No more teasing followed that, even surprisingly, Jungwoo and Yuta didn’t comment about that.

Then your gaze landed on the empty seat between Doyoung and your seat which means Taeyong hadn’t come back yet.

Maybe he won’t come back anymore.

“He was outside, don’t worry.” Johnny says, diminishing your worry that Taeyong might not be around already.

You muttered a ‘thank you,’ to Johnny before you walked towards the exit of the restaurant.

And Johnny was right. Taeyong was only a few meters away, and he was sitting on a bench in the mini garden beside the restaurant.

You were a bit hesitant to open your mouth. Yet, it would be another wasted time if you happen to let your doubts cloud your mind, instead of seizing the opportunity.

“It’s cold here, why haven’t you come back inside yet?” You started as you walked towards him. Yet, he still avoided you, gaze down on his feet, and remained silent.

Despite the cold shoulder he was giving you, you started saying:

“Taeyong, I’m really sorry…”

There was no response from him, and you continue on.

“It’s just… I really didn't know what to say at that time. I know it’s so fucking dumb now that we are already adults and I’ve been immature— I just don’t know how can I properly tell you.”

“Tell me what? Tell me that I was avoiding you when you were the one that avoided me for no reason?"

This time, Taeyong looked up at you, and gazed at you. You thought there would be resentment or hate in his eyes, instead, it was hurt. You don’t want that for him.

“Taeyong…” You called out his name and his gaze still remained at you.

“I’m sorry but I like you.”

There. You already fucking said it. You already fucking said what you really wanted to tell him for a long time now. You couldn’t last staring at his eyes as it captivates you completely, makes you forget whatever word you will say next, yet, you knew to yourself that you were stronger than that.

“I did like you for a long time, but I didn’t get to tell you because you like someone else. And as a friend I don’t want to ruin our friendship but instead, right now, I am trying to salvage what I can and—"

“Wait, hold on for a sec. You like me?! ”

This was far from what you had imagined. His expression magically turns into something you cannot understand. The way his tone seems to be in a way that you just told him the craziest things he had heard in his life. Like you just did say something out of this world. And what out of this world you did was to tell that you like him.

When you were about to say something, the next thing you heard was his laugh— he laughed like you just told him the most hilarious joke.

For so long that you had hidden your feelings, and now that you had the courage to tell them to Taeyong, he was here laughing like a one-year cold dispute didn’t happen between the two of you. Taeyong is really unbelievable and most importantly, unpredictable.

“I did like you, Yong. But you were into someone so I just decided to distance myself and then—”

You are surprised by the warm lips that caught your own. Your mind couldn’t process what the hell was happening, but all you know is that finally, you get what you really want for a very long time. You don’t push him away, instead, you place your hands on his biceps while Taeyong’s large hands fit onto the small of your back, and press you closer to his body.

You two are catching your breaths the moment you two pull away. The kiss feels like it lasted for eternity but it only lasted for a few seconds.

“All this time, I thought you were into Jae,” he said breathlessly before he pressed a quick chaste kiss on your forehead. “The way you cling into him, and have the most sparkliest eyes I’ve ever seen from you, I just know that you are into him. And that’s why I didn’t get to tell you that I like you, too.”

Wait, Jae? It was true that Jae was soooo handsome, and even gentlemanly. You couldn’t deny that you once liked him, but eventually, you’ve come to terms that you only view Jae as a friend. But to think that even the littlest things Taeyong observes, what details does he— Wait, you overlooked what he said last . Did you hear it, right? Did he just say that he likes you, too?!

“You like me, too?” It was your turn to be in disbelief.

“I wouldn’t just kiss someone I don’t like on this cold night, you know?”

He gazed at you like you are the most precious thing in his world. You could feel you could melt in his gaze. Yet, something inside you still makes you feel guilty despite the unexpected reconciliation between you.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered.

He shook his head, and cupped your face into his hands.

“I’m sorry, too. I know I should have talked with you before I left but I know that you needed space but honestly, I am just waiting for the right time despite what happened.”

“You do?”

He nodded, and kissed your forehead gently. The way he holds you just makes you not want to let go of him. He is here, and your worries are now lifted now that he’s now here with you.

“Thank you for waiting, Taeyong…”

You know how it’s not enough, and here you are wanting to make things right.

“Is there any way I can make it up to you?”

“I just want to be us again. Like before. I want that again.” He tucked a stray hair on your ear, and smiled at you.

You rest your head on his chest. You wish Taeyong didn’t notice the blush on your face that night because you are blushing like a fool. And although you know that Taeyong noticed that, he didn’t comment on it, instead he hugged you closer to him as the cold night breeze grazed your skin.

“Just a question, how long did you like me?” You asked him, lifting your head to stare at him. “Because the moment I knew that I like you was when that concert after finals in sophomore year.”

You only knew him because Joy’s boyfriend, Doyoung, happened to be Taeyong’s best friend, and it took a long time for you to know that you had fallen for him. But by the time you knew it, it happened to be when finals were done, and there was a concert held at your campus.

Then you didn’t know how or why, but that night when you were singing the lyrics wholeheartedly with him, it just feels like your heart suddenly makes that leap and feels giddy. It might be the adrenaline rush after finishing finals but that’s when you realize that Taeyong is indeed cute — charming, handsome, irresistible.

“I honestly want to kiss you under the fireworks that night.” You mumbled, fiddling your hands at the hem of his coat. You heard his chest rumble as he chuckled.

“Oh, really? Then I think I liked you longer than you know.”

You scoffed playfully, and hugged him closer. “Then when?”

He pretends to think for a second, then he rests his hands around your waist.

“Remember that day when you and I were alone at the library when Doyoung and Joy left us there? We were not close yet since it’s only been months since we’ve known each other.”

“And we are not usually left alone together, but when I asked you if you like One Piece, we talked for hours! We didn’t even realize that Doyoung and Joy came back.” You chuckle as you remember that moment with him.

“I really thought you were cute when you’re passionately talking about what you like. And I want to listen to your voice again and again.” He nuzzles his cheek on your temple.

“And that’s it ? That’s how you liked me?” You teased him.

He pulled away for a moment and said, “I could tell you everything one by one only if it’s okay that I can take you out on a date.”

Oh, you would definitely want to know all the details from start to finish. You miss this . You miss him dearly. You miss all of it.

“I think a date would be nice.” You smiled at him.

December might have fallen ill last year which caused you both a year-long cold dispute with him and yet, now, you couldn’t ask for more at that moment, and it just makes your heart swell with happiness so much, it fills your heart with ease and serenity now that you are with Taeyong once again, greeting Christmas with the warmest welcome to new beginnings.

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aphroditeslover11 · 5 months

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If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around

Neil Lewis x Reader

I’m back and this is the cheesiest, fluffiest thing I have ever written!

Neil and you had been friends for as long as either of you could remember, it was tradition that your families would spend a lot of time together around the Christmas season. Your parents had been friends since before you were born, and eventually decided that they wanted to become neighbours. Neil had been born three years before you, but as soon as you were old enough to join in with his games he refused to spend a moment separate from you. It was him that you had always gone to when you were having a problem with homework, granted he wasn’t the smartest but he always tried his best. It had also been him that you had phoned six months ago after going through the break-up from hell. You didn’t really know why you had made that decision, you had moved away from home that year to go to univerisity and he was busy opening a video store in another town with some friends, but for some reason he felt like the only person you could talk to, that would want to listen and understand.

For you that night had signalled regaining contact with an old friend, becoming close again, for Neil it had been something quite different. He had had feelings for you ever since you were 17, of course he knew it was inappropriate given that he was twenty, so he just stayed away. Now you were twenty yourself, desperate and calling him for help, and all because you had been hurt by some other man. For him, this phonecall had reignited the spark that he had tried so hard to extinguish, burying it under a blanket of indifference and denial to try and move on with his life. His feelings for you had clearly not gone away.

Neil needed a plan, Christmas was on its way and he had a good feeling, perhaps now was the perfect time to really tell you how he felt. He went into Gumshoe Video alone one evening, clearing the entire Christmas shelf into a bag and taking them home to watch any romances he could find - this was the best place to find an idea. He finally stumbled upon love actually, the fourth film he had watched that night, at around 3am. His idea was born.

You had gone home for Christmas, your parents were throwing a party for Christmas Eve as they did every year and everybody in the neighbourhood had been invited. For some reason though, Neil was nowhere to be seen. You were disappointed to say the least. It was around nine o’clock when there was a knock on the back door. Everybody else was half-drunk and doing Christmas karaoke so it was you that went to get it. You opened the door, bracing yourself for the inevitable cold gust, only to find Neil on the other side, wrapped in a big coat with a hat, scarf and gloves. You were about to pull him inside when he moved back, putting a finger to his lips to tell you to keep quiet. He walked off to the side then, seemingly to get something. What the hell was he playing at? He returned moments later with a pile of white sheets of paper, holding them up for you to read. He had such an anxious smile on his face.

Y/N, we have grown up together. Read the first one, he then promptly dropped it, revealing the next one behind.

You were my best friend and I was yours. Next sheet.

We’ve always been partners in crime. I still remember getting bollocked for covering your mum’s car interior in glitter because it was her birthday. He dropped that again.

By this time next year I might be a millionaire.

Maybe I’ll be dating Keira Knightly.

But there is something that I really want for Christmas. He dropped this to reveal the final slide, with a picture he had taken of you laughing at a barbecue last year. Below it was written Will you be mine? He shrugged, opening his arms and inviting your answer.

You ran out into the cold, laughing and smiling in glee. You threw yourself into his embrace as he dropped the slide in the process. You reached up to his face, crashing your lips against his in a warm and comforting kiss. You only broke it to answer his question:

“Yes Neil. Yes, I’ll be yours.”

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1️⃣ you've set my soul to dreaming (T, 9k)

At first, when Harry wakes up on Christmas Morning with a warm body in his bed he wonders if he pulled someone last night. He’d met some friends at the pub, none of them really having anyone to spend Christmas Eve with, and he knows he might’ve had a few drinks to numb the loneliness for a while, but he didn’t think he got that drunk that he’d ended up pulling someone and forgetting all about it.

Or: Thirty year old Harry Styles goes to bed single on Christmas Eve, only to wake up on Christmas morning with a husband in his bed and a son down the hall.

2️⃣ room for your love underneath this tree (T, 11k)

“IwannameetHarryStyles,” Daisy mumbles, and Louis blinks.

“What?”

“She says she wants to meet Harry Styles.” Phoebe pipes up, and Louis blinks again, absently switches the camera to himself because he knows that his followers will want to catch his baffled expression.

“You-” he starts, and then stops himself, because he did tell her she could ask for anything she wanted, and how can he go back on his word and tell her that he doesn’t actually have the power to make that happen?

Because Harry Styles is -- he’s next level kind of famous. Louis has two million subscribers on his YouTube, but Harry has eighteen times as many followers on his Twitter alone. He’s had three number one hits in the last year, and his last album had charted at the top spot for a record breaking 27 weeks. He’s a singer, actor and philanthropist, and there is no way in hell that Louis can get him to come meet Daisy for Christmas.

So of course he laughs, even if it’s a little bit breathless, and nods at her. “One Harry Styles for Christmas, coming right up.”

3️⃣ some things fade (some never do) (T, 25k)

Matching tattoos. He’d never thought he’d be the type for tattoos to begin with, let alone matching or magical ones, but once Harry had put the idea in his mind it had never quite managed to disappear. And it had made sense. With their relationship a long distance one, this was simply another way of feeling close to one another. Of knowing where the other was, how they felt. It had made so much sense.

Back then.

Three years after their break up, Harry calls.

4️⃣ with no way out and a long way down (T, 31k)

Prince Harry is ten when he receives his soulmark.

5️⃣ In a sky full of stars, be my Northern lights (T, 13k)

It's one of those nights there's nothing on the telly that Louis absently scrolls through Tinder. After swiping left on a bunch of profiles he comes face to face with a picture that stops him in his tracks. The picture is..almost sweet. It’s a boy with brown curly hair, wearing a very low cut yellow blouse, paired with a black jacket. He’s got a smile on his face and his tongue sticking out, but it’s not in any way lewd or suggestive. He just looks like he’s having a good time, and something about the innocence of it has him swiping right rather than left.

He’s barely checked the other pictures on the boy's profile before Tinder confirms that he’s got a match. The shots are so different from the pictures Louis is used to on Tinder - half naked boys who are smoldering at the camera - that he can’t help but smile.

It quickly turns into a frown when he opens up the message he’s just received.

Harry: Hello! Harry: Thank you for swiping right Harry: I have a proposition for you

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 it's time to find your wings again (T, 12k)

The first reports are dismissed, as tall tales or folklore. As mental illness, poor Bathilda, she’d gone loopy. As people simply getting scared in the dark woods and seeing things, making things up. Magic isn’t real. Mythological creatures aren't real.

But then the first one is caught. A faun, that little Meg from around the corner swears has attacked her in the woods, and everyone comes to the marketplace to see the faun be hanged for its crimes. Louis doesn’t want to go, but at the same time, he finds himself unable to stay away. Not when this proves what he’s wanted to believe all along, that magic is real.

Louis is twenty when he starts working at the prison. His fascination for supernatural creatures had turned into something most closely resembling loathing over the years, due to the many stories of their evildoing, and although he still doesn’t believe in hanging them for their crimes, he does believe in keeping the town safe. In making sure that his siblings get to grow up without fear of being kidnapped or hurt. As the oldest son, it feels like his duty to make sure that no creature in the wide area will ever pose a threat to anyone.

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Hello <3 Could you write something about Benjamin Pavard and reader going on a date and he's such a simp for her? <3

my beautiful, beautiful girl; benjamin pavard

pairing. benjamin pavard & f! reader summary. benji takes you out on a date, and is an absolute simp for you.

izzy talks. i love that man so freaking much, it’s really unhealthy but well. benji is just a different class of men. it’s that easy, haha.

requests are open!

you shared a story about your classes while gesturing almost wildly through the air with your hands. another girl from university tried to befriend you, in an attempt to get to know benjamin and his teammates. it’s been the same routine for the past year.

complaining about the whiny comments of the girls, you exhaled a deep breath. almost an annoyed groan. yet, benjamin hasn’t moved his position. arms still crossed on the table, leaned slightly forward with his weight on the table, and the attentive gaze focused on you.

he loved to listen to your voice. the little high-pitched sound your gentle tone added, when complaining about the useless attempts of other females. or the repeating blinks when you tried to understand a situation. you were beautiful to him, in every possible state. annoyed, angry, sad and satisfied. too many emotions but benjamin admired each little thing.

“are you even listening?” fingers snapped in front of benjamin’s dreamy face, attempting to regain his attention.

“yep.” leaning forward, he took her hand in his and placed them back on top of the table. fingers half-heartily intertwined, his thumb drew small circles across her knuckles. “just admired you.”

“admired me?” you raised an eyebrows, a tad of confusion about his confession twisted your expression. “why? for what?”

“because you’re beautiful.” pavard confessed, shrugging the shoulders. a wide smile tugged on the corners of his mouth, resembling the satisfaction he felt.

“thank you, but you know, i was just ranting about another girl, wanting to use me? like again?“

„i know.“ benjamin admitted, propping up his elbow on the table to place his chin in the palm. „guess it’s your extrovert kind of personality. always open arms, and a word of good advice on the tip of your tongue. i’m pretty sure, they admire you more than any of my teammates.“

„are you alright?“ you raised an eyebrow, the confusion about the sudden amount of compliments growing. eyebrows furrowed in a deep frown, the long wrinkles appearing across your forehead. “are you drunk?”

“what? no.” benjamin’s chuckle sounded like the carefree melody of a bird. a sweet sound sung with happiness and comfort. “you’re just the most beautiful and kind woman i’ve ever had the chance to meet. i don’t know how you’re doing it but being in your presence already lightens my mood and makes my heart race. you’re like, the best gift on christmas eve, the greatest goal in football history and the most important championship i could have won. i really, really don’t know how i deserve you but i’m extremely thankful to have the opportunity to feel your love.”

the compliments were a rambled mess of syllables. breaths stuck in his throat as the sentences trembled out of his dry mouth without a long break. while you attempted to understand where the sudden emotional outbreak was coming from, benjamin’s eyes could have turned into a heart-shaped form.

"you're completely simping over your girlfriend, benjamin." you chuckled to yourself, still finding the appreciation between the sparks of amusement. benjamin used compliments in any given sense. on special occasions, when he came home from a long training session or to smoothen the anger after an argument. it worked, always. "how can i not? i'm a simp for you, mon amour."

another confession, another breathtaking smile from the football players. lips curled upwards, almost lifted towards the corners of his hickory orbs. happiness suited his gentle features, a delightful look for the usually tensed up muscles. “you made that very clear, my love.” you chuckled, leaning back on the stool, still dazzled from the load of compliments.

“then don’t forget about it, my beautiful, beautiful princess.” his chin placed in the palm of his right hand, the elbow rested on the wooden table beside the empty food plate. gazing at you, almost staring intensely, he still could not believe how he ever deserved such a gentle soul. it was his mission to let you feel his genuine admiration any given day, and benjamin was truly living up to it.

“stop now, you’re making me blush.” you giggled, holding a hand over your face, carefully to not smear the make up. even through the thick foundation, the layer of a golden highlighter, the tint of candy red blemished the span of your cheeks. “still looks beautiful.”

benjamin shrugged the shoulders, leaning across the square table to reach out for your hand. calloused fingers wrapped around your skin ones, he pulled your arm away and exposed your blushed face. if you would not witness how his lips curled further upwards, you would have never believed that his smile could grow further. but it did. exactly at the moment, when his caramel orbs landed on you.

you were the source of his happiness, and he was deeply in love. an absolute simp for you.

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In the spirits of christmas eve, What do you think would your fav aoex characters want for christmas (and what would they realistically get as a gift from their friends &/ family ?)

This is a fun one!!

Let's see

Mephisto - He'd want merch for anime and games. However, the stuff he'd want would be hard to obtain (hence not having it) so nobody would get him it. Nobody would probably get him gifts either, if I'm being realistic (rip mephisto). Rin might feel a little bad and give him dinner leftovers though. Amaimon would throw a rock at his head. He'd just end up buying his own gifts

Shura - I feel like she'd be practical and just want clothes. Bras, underwear, socks. Arthur would get her cute socks and Lightning would get her the tackiest clothes he can find. Mephisto would probably give her a gift but not label it from him, but she'd figure out pretty quickly it's from him with the pink and polka dots everywhere. He'd probably give her flowers and jewelry she'd never wear and just collects dusts on her dresser

Arthur - I don't see him as super materialistic. I think he'd just want to spend time with his friends and would spend time with Shura and Lightning drinking and chatting for the holiday :] (Shura gets him some new ties anyways, she says the one he normally wears is ugly. He's drunk and nearly cries at the sentiment)

Lightning - He would probably want money. And a Lego set. Arthur gives him cash but gripes about how he never paid him back last month when he lent him money. He doesn't get the Lego set because nobody knows if he was serious or joking (he was half serious)

Amaimon - He doesn't understand the concept and asks for abstract things, like being powerful and feared or respected. Of course, not being able to buy this, Mephisto just gets him some video games (the more violent, the better. Probably shooters and hack n slash type games). He also tells him his ideas are stupid and he should be more practical, hence the rock being thrown at his head

Shiemi - she says she just wants to spend time with her friends. But everyone gets her stuff. Suguro gets her garden supplies, Renzo gives her some CDs of his brother's music, Koneko gets her socks and hair clips, Izumo gets her shoujo manga, Yukio gets her a potted plant. Rin can't afford much so he makes dinner, but he gives her an origami crane made from a gum wrapper last minute and she loves it

That's all I have energy for right now, I'd speculate on all the characters but my brain is goop. Thank you so much for the ask, I love getting em!!!

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the-al-chemist · 4 months

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The Lights That Never Go Out

Chapter 8: All The Things I’ve Always Missed

A/N: A heads up, we are going full on ‘When Harry Met Sally’ in this chapter. Sorry, Nora Ephron, but I’m having what you’re having. Written using @thethreebroomsticksfic’s Yule Bash prompt ‘Fireplace’.

Warnings: mentions of grief and canon character death.

25th December, 1998

Charlie and his brother and sister-in-law stood on the doorstep of the Burrow, waiting in the cold for someone to let them in. From outside, the house seemed almost quiet, but he knew that inside there would be a bustle of activity. There always was at this time of year.

The door in front of them swung open, and they were greeted by a waft of warm air that smelt of pine and roasting turkey, and the exuberant hugs of their mother, Molly.

“Merry Christmas, boys. And to you as well, Fleur.”

Molly’s arms opened to Charlie immediately after Bill, and as he returned her embrace, he looked at the kitchen behind her over her shoulder. The hob was covered in boiling pots, and piles of plates and crackers were stacked on the kitchen table. The walls of the room were covered in decorations that half-hid and half-distracted from the cracks in the plasterwork and missing paint that Charlie had yet to finish.

The Burrow was messier, more chaotic, and just as homely as he remembered it being.

Charlie’s mother frowned slightly before closing the door, and she turned to both of her eldest sons, confused. “Is Artemis not with you? I thought you were all coming up here together from yours.”

“That was the plan.” Bill strode across the kitchen and looked carefully at the cooking food as if inspecting it. “But her bed was empty this morning.”

As his mother’s eyes widened, Charlie removed his shoes with his back to her, not wanting her to see the disappointment on his face. He hadn’t told Artemis in words how much it meant to him that she be at his side today, but she had told him so solemnly that she would be there that he suspected that she realised. Maybe his suspicions had been wrong. After all, the two of them seemed to have lost their understanding of one another recently.

“Don’t look so worried, Mum,” Bill continued. “She went to the Three Broomsticks last night, chances are she’s probably still there, was too drunk to Apparate home. Charlie’s left her a note at ours so she’ll know to come straight here once she gets back.”

That wasn’t why Charlie had left the note. Artemis would know where they had gone, but he hated the idea of her returning to Shell Cottage on Christmas morning to find it empty, to find that they’d all left without her.

Bill’s reasoning may not have been strictly correct, but it stopped their mother from looking quite so concerned at the idea of Artemis’ absence.

“What is it with you all going out and getting so drunk on Christmas Eve, of all nights?” she asked, tutting quietly. “You know, Percy just sent his Patronus on to say that he and George are going to be late this morning. Apparently George went to the Leaky Cauldron last night with Lee Jordan and came back in a right state. They were supposed to be coming early to help lay the table, but it doesn’t sound like George will be much help to anyone today, from what Percy described.”

She spoke very quickly, the way she always did when she was anxious. Charlie got the idea that it had nothing to do with laying the table, but decided it was better not to ask her what was really bothering her. After all, he already knew the answer to that question. He shrugged.

“Is there anything Bill and I can do to make it easier?”

Charlie may have mainly been offering to help his mother in order to change the subject, but he was being genuine enough; he didn’t mind helping. Still, his offers were declined. With nothing for him to do, he made his way into the sitting room to join his youngest siblings.

He found them both on the floor; Ginny lying on the rug attempting to encourage a cat with long fur and a squashed-looking nose to play with a paper chain, while Ron sat playing chess with his friend Harry, his girlfriend reading a book in the chair behind him. The pine tree in the corner of the room was boasting an impressive pile of presents, and a fire was crackling in the hearth.

His face and heart warmed by the fire, Charlie took a seat in another one of the armchairs so that Bill and Fleur could stay together on the sofa. Ginny looked up at them all hopefully from the carpet.

“Is Artemis here not yet?” she asked. “Is she coming at all?”

Charlie shrugged. “Should be, unless she’s changed her mind since I spoke to her yesterday.”

It was possible. It might even be probable. Then again, Artemis had always had a tendency to be late. Hopefully, she would turn up in the next hour or so, though a part of Charlie was beginning to doubt that.

“Does she not like to spend Christmas with her own family?” said Hermione, her eyes lifting from the pages of her book for the first time since Charlie had entered the room. At her feet, Ron let out a quiet scoffing noise.

“Doubt it. Most of her family are a bit crap, aren’t they? That’s why she used to spend so much time ‘round here when Bill and Charlie were at school.” He used his wand to direct his bishop diagonally across the board before adding, “Bit like Harry, only Artemis never tried to get off with my sister.”

He had spoken in a low voice, his comment clearly meant for Harry’s ears, but not low enough. On Charlie’s other side, Ginny looked up and gave their brother a pointed and mischievous grin.

“Not yet,” she said, and she wriggled her eyebrows and pursed her lips. Ron pulled a face before his attention returned to his chessboard.

Charlie said nothing. Hoping that if any of the others noticed his cheeks growing pink, they would assume it was from the heat of the flames, he turned his face towards the fireplace. Hanging from the mantelpiece was a row of stockings, the ones he and his siblings used to open each Christmas morning during their childhoods. Now that they were all adults, the stockings were empty, but all seven of them were still there.

Despite the ransacking of the Burrow, the Weasleys’ Christmas stockings had fared better in the war than the children themselves.

There was the sound of a loud crack in the garden outside, shortly followed by a knock on the kitchen door and Charlie’s mother making an excited-sounding noise. Moments later, she and his father Arthur entered the sitting room with two more Weasleys in their wake: Percy and George.

“Wonderful,” Molly said. Her cheeks were flushed and her smile a little too wide. “Almost everyone is here. I think we are only missing…”

Her voice did not break, but she stopped speaking so quickly that the end of her sentence seemed to disappear entirely rather than tail off. Her smile fell from her face, and everyone else fell silent. The only sound that could be heard were those of the fire and Celestina Warbeck on the kitchen wireless.

They were missing a great deal. They were missing laughter, a pair of bright eyes, a lopsided grin. A son, a brother, a friend. Charlie struggled to take his eyes off the middle most stocking on the fireplace, the one that once would have been — the one that still should have been — Fred’s.

Of course, it wasn’t just Fred who was gone. It was Tonks, who had been the first friend Charlie had made at school. It was Lupin, Tonks’ husband and the father to her child who would now have to grow up without his parents. It was Moody, who Charlie had barely had more than one conversation with, but had been as fierce in battle as he had in loyalty. It was Dumbledore and Snape, and all the others whose lives had touched on theirs over the years, and countless more who they had never even met. It was George’s ear, Bill’s unscarred face, and Percy’s sense of self-worth. It was the inexpensive yet priceless family heirlooms and photo albums that they had been unable to recover in the wreckage of their home.

Right now, though, it was mainly Fred. From the missing stocking over the fireplace to the brother who was missing both an ear and his double. Every joke that wasn’t being made, every tear their parents tried to hide, each one was because Fred was gone.

Charlie looked to his father, who had one arm around his mother’s shoulders. He looked to Bill, who had Fleur’s hand resting on his knee. He looked to Percy and George, the former of whom patted the latter on the shoulder. He looked to Ron, reaching up to interlace his fingers with Hermione’s, and Ginny, returning the sad, sympathetic smile Harry was offering her. All Charlie had for comfort was the warmth of the flames in the fireplaces, which had all of a sudden become far too hot for his liking.

“Excuse me, I’ve got…” Charlie stood up. He cleared his throat. “Erm, bathroom.”

He did not need to go to the bathroom, he just needed to go, to get out of the room which was growing too small and crowded, too loud in spite of the quiet atmosphere. He needed to be alone, despite the fact that he couldn’t ever remember feeling quite as lonely as he did in that moment. So, instead of heading for the bathroom, he continued up to the very top of the house, to the attic, where he opened the window and stepped out onto the roof.

Sitting up here, his back against the warm stone of the chimney, he was completely out of sight, out of the reach of anyone. No one knew where he was, no one could find him, no one could demand anything of him. There were no brothers, dead or alive, no dragons, no one he could let down. There was just him, just Charlie, entirely alone in the world.

It was exactly how he had always liked it, but today, more so than ever before, his solitude felt more solemn than it did soothing.

He missed the way things had been in the past, before the war, when everything had felt simple and unfettered. He missed his brother. Right now, he missed Artemis, the assurance he had always felt in her presence, the mutual understanding they had always shared, or used to share. He had wondered time and time again what it might feel like to have her lips on his, but he would give back each one of their too-few kisses if only to get those things back again. He loved her, he had done for years, but she was his best friend first and foremost.

Perhaps that was why he loved her. It was certainly why he missed her so much. It was why he had always been there for her, and why it hurt so much that she wasn’t there for him today of all days, the day he needed her the most.

The midwinter sun was not yet at its zenith, and the morning air was crisp and cool. The sky was too vast and empty even for Charlie to continue looking at it, so he closed his eyes.

“Charlie?”

His eyelids snapped open at the sound of his name being called out. Unsure whether or not he had imagined it, he sat up straight and turned his head in the direction of the still-open attic window.

He hadn’t imagined it. Scrambling over the roof tiles towards him was Artemis, her hair more dishevelled than usual and her eyes dark and tired-looking. Charlie blinked twice.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to come after all,” he said as she reached him. Artemis opened her mouth as if to speak, but closed it again without saying anything. Charlie shrugged. “How did you know I’d be up here?”

Artemis half-laughed. “Lucky guess?” She made an awkward humming sound. “No one knew where you were, so I…”

Her voice tailed off. Charlie nodded, not sure if he should speak or not. Artemis took a deep before continuing.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I know I should’ve been, but I decided to get the train back to London, and then I just started walking around and before I knew it it was morning already.”

“Wait, you’ve been up all night?” Charlie asked her.

“Yeah,” said Artemis. Her eyes were almost damp-looking. “I was thinking, and I couldn’t stop thinking because the more I thought the more confused I was, but also the more it made perfect sense. I mean, I don’t understand it, but it does make perfect sense. It makes so much sense that I don’t know how I always missed it before. You know what I mean, don’t you?”

Charlie didn’t know what she meant at all. He said nothing. Artemis bit her bottom lip.

“I think you know what I mean, because I think you’ve realised it, too. I think you realised it before I did, and I feel so stupid for not… for not noticing, and for not feeling the same way before, and for trying so hard not to feel it.” She screwed up her face. “I am saying it all wrong. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Charlie told her, not entirely sure what she was getting at, but Artemis shook her head, her eyes more tear-filled than ever. “You don’t need to be upset, whatever it is you—”

“I love you.”

His words died on his tongue in an instant, but his mouth remained half-open.

“I… I just love you,” Artemis repeated. Charlie was still unable to say anything. He watched her as she swallowed hard and blinked. “I don’t mean as just a friend, I mean that I really, really love you. And I don’t know when I started, I just know that I do.

“I love you because you’re kind and patient and brave. Because you never take shortcuts, and your hands are all rough, and you always manage to stay calm, even when you’re actually really panicking. Because you have dimples when you smile properly, and you knit me ugly socks every Christmas, and you make stupid infuriating jokes when I’m angry, and you’ve never let me down or not been there for me when I needed you, not even once.

“I love you because you understand me, and I understand you, and no one else understands either of us like that. Because you’re the best person I know, and you make me better just by being with you. I love you because you’re good, and because you’re you, and because I don’t how you do it, but you feel like home and freedom, both at the same time.”

Artemis’ tears had begun to fall from her eyes. Every word that passed from her lips echoed, dreamlike, in Charlie’s head. They intermingled with his own thoughts, which were chasing one another around his brain so fast that he couldn’t catch hold of a single one.

“For Godric’s sake, Charlie, can you just say something, please?”

Charlie opened his mouth and closed it again, twice. No sound came out either time. His eyebrows furrowed, and he took a deep breath before he found himself capable of speech.

“You think my socks are ugly?”

For some reason, that was the first thing he could think of to say. Artemis gave a little sniff and almost giggled.

“Yeah, they’re really ugly,” she said. “That’s why I like them.”

“Right.” Charlie breathed. “Right. Yeah. Yeah, that’s how I feel about you, as well.”

“What, I’m ugly and that’s why you like me?”

“No!” said Charlie. “No, I meant the whole ‘feeling like home’ thing. Sorry, I…” His voice caught in his throat, and he had to cough to clear it. He smiled at Artemis. “What I mean is that I love you, too.”

“In the same way, or—”

“In all the ways. I love you in any way you can think of, and probably more. In every single way a person can be loved, I love you.”

There was nothing more Charlie had to say. Anything else he could possibly say had already said by Artemis. She hadn’t missed a single point.

“You happy with that?” he asked. The smile on Artemis’ face was all the response he needed, but still he felt a wave of relief wash over him as she nodded her head.

“That’ll do for me,” she said quietly. There was a pause, one that felt distinctly less awkward than any that had passed between them in the previous week. “So, now what do we do?”

Charlie considered her question. His answer came quickly and easily. There was one thing he wanted to do more than anything else in the world.

“I’d like to sit here for a while and just be with my best friend,” he told Artemis. “Is that alright with you?”

“More than alright.”

His heart both full and light, Charlie shuffled over so that there was room for Artemis to sit beside him. Behind them, the warmth that rose up the chimney from the fireplace in the living room, where the rest of his family were gathered without them, completely unaware of where they were or what anything that had been said. He looked down and saw that Artemis’ hand rested so close to his that their smallest fingers were only just touching.

“May I?”

With Artemis’ nod of assent, he took her hand in his own, fingers laced. Without even thinking about it, he raised their linked hands to his lips and kissed her wrist. Artemis smiled at him, and rested her head on his shoulder, a gentle weight that seemed to displace all of the rest of the world.

The rest of the world didn’t matter, not for these few moments, not right now. For now, it would just be Charlie and Artemis, just being, together hand-in-hand beneath the great expanse of sky.

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