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notroosterbradshaw · 5 months

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about: just some smut to fend off jetlag. i love sleepy Bradley, I make no excuses that I feel he does his best work in the early hours of the day. This was supposed to be a drabble… it’s not anymore. Sorry.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, pure fluff, smut.

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The morning after the night before when Bradley met your family for the first time, you'd flown across the world to surprise your dad for his birthday and really, it luckily coincided with Bradley's time off. When you mentioned heading home for your old man's special day that usually kicked off your family's holiday season, you almost fell out of your seat when he said maybe it was time he met the fam face-to-face, not just making small talk over FaceTime. It almost didn’t seem fair that he was subjected to meeting everyone this way, but alas… here you were the next morning, jet lag kicking in while wrapped protectively in Bradley’s strong, golden arms and washed in the relief your family fucking loved him. You weren't overly surprised.

Bradley's quiet, unassuming charm was just who your mum wanted you to end up with, he was into golf and surfing, so your dad and brothers thought he was the bee's knees. Your sister on the other hand...

You had to fend her off more than you would have liked. You were confident in your relationship with Bradley, knowing he'd never allow anything to happen. "You're coming across a little desperate," you hissed after one or two drinks, which mortified her, and she apologised, admitting she was just happy to finally get to meet the guy who'd swept you off your feet. "Yes, my feet," you reminded her. When she pointed out how possessive you sounded, you didn't deny it. But she got it and gave you space for the rest of the evening.

Ahh, sisters.

Bradley felt your body writhe in the gentlest of movements against his and he sighed. Sleep hadn’t come easy for either of you and compounded with the food and booze you’d indulged in the day before, neither of you slept much. “You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered at God-knows-what-o’clock.

“What time is it?” You asked softly.

“I dunno, baby. Sun is barely rising,” he admitted. “Can’t hear a peep in the house.”

Which was nice because yesterday was intense. Everyone was so excited to meet your new American boyfriend (fairly, it’d been about eight months, give or take with a few deployments), the incredibly handsome navy pilot whom you’d met one evening at a naval bar while travelling. You’d caught his eyes behind his sunglasses while he played the piano, the crowd around him as swept away with him as you were. The first half-smile in your direction, as he sang, had done you over in a way not one single person on the planet had before.

He'd charmed you instantly. He still charmed you constantly.

“Did you get any sleep?” you asked, biting back a yawn.

“Not really,” he peppered tender kisses into your shoulder blade and smiled into your skin as you pressed back into him, the oh-so-quiet moan made for his ears only waking him from his dreaded fog as well. “I’ll try and get a kip somewhere today. That fuckin’ flight murdered me.”

“You were happy to fly economy,” you muttered. “I know you’re used to tight quarters, but fuck Bradley. It was 15 hours."

“I know, I know I fucked up. I was looking at upgrades overnight. I’ll use my discount and stuff; we can do it flying home.”

“You sure?”

“Sue me for wanting to save a buck,” he sighed, with a tired, deep chuckle. “Flight was so full; people may as well have been sitting on the wings.”

“It’s Christmas. People travel.”

“You don't say,” he affectionately gripped your waist, rolling you to him and kissed you. “Good morning, I think," he nuzzled your nose against his and asked if you wanted some water or anything.

You shook your head, rolling back and snuggling into him as he adjusted his arms around you again, his nose buried in your hair. "I think Dad is gonna expect you for at least nine holes today."

"I think so, yeah. Grill me and make sure I'm good enough for his little girl.” He murmured and if he was honest, he was the teeniest bit nervous. He’d never really been in relationships long enough to meet families… and who would he introduce anyone to, except for Mav?

"I think you'll be fine."

"He probably wouldn't be if he knew what a deviant I've turned his smart, beautiful baby girl into.”

You giggled quietly as you could feel the soft ends of his moustache curve into a smirk against the nape of your neck. "He'd send you back on the first flight to LA."

"I would believe that," he said softly.

"I think yesterday went really well, Bradley," you confided quietly to him.

"You think? I was on my very best behaviour," he teased you.

"Yes, you were," you admitted. Not that he ever wasn't. Bradley was instilled with a remarkable set of manners. He was chivalrous and courteous to a fault, incredibly sweet and at times, pensive, even shy. Almost make believe that you were lucky enough to share his time. You wriggled back against him, and you could feel the hard-on straining through his boxer briefs. "Down, boy."

"Can't help it," he sighed. "You know what you do to me with that ass. I know what you want. You're not that transparent."

You bit back your pleased smile as his wandering hands travelled down your side, fingertips toying with the hem of his old Navy tee that was now your bed shirt. At home, you were nude sleepers. At your parents' home during the holidays? You showed decorum and respect and you both hated it, preferring skin-on-skin of the other but alas, anyone could walk in at any time.

“Have a thought about how we might be able to fuck this jetlag off…”

“Oh, yeah?” at this point, you’d do anything and with Bradley’s travel for work, you hoped maybe he might have some insight. You had planned to just power through and try not to be the world’s most exhausted asshole.

"You just move your thigh a little this way..." he murmured, his palm cupping your hamstring and you pressed back into him, grinning softly. “And I just slide up in here – ”

“Confident of you, don’t you think?”

“You’re always wet for me,” he whispered against your skin. “Unless you deny it.”

“Never…” you told him, reaching back to wrap an arm around his strong neck. “I just can't keep it down with you. Why didn’t you convince me to get the AirBnb?”

He loved how vocal you were during sex. Your moans, the hisses, the way you'd bite your lip when you were so close. That groan as you came, or the little squeal when you were too sensitive was burned into his brain as his favourite sounds in the world.

"Just lemme hold you then, it's okay, sweetheart," he grumbled. “I’ll live if you can.”

“Asshole,” you muttered as he chuckled.

“Do you want a blowjob?” You nervously offered, turning back to him and he looped your thigh over his hip and perched you above him with such little effort on his behalf - you loved how strong he was but you knew what was waiting for you, Bradley made no secret he was turned on and you loved that you were able to have him on a knife-edge at all times.

The one per cent, he’s told you once before.

You’re so sweet to him as you slowly dragged your hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs, revealing more and more skin, cock springing free, slapping against his toned, tanned Adonis belt. Long, thick and dripping with precum already and he almost blushed at how eager he was.

“I’ll never say no,” he replied, “And I know you might be uncomfortable here. Your dad is right across the hall, baby."

“But my daddy is right here…” you immediately corrected him, and he smiled darkly to himself. You didn't use that term lightly, you couldn’t nfi fed to him he had the ability to bring out your innermost feral when you least expected it and he would do his utmost to encourage it (if you were comfortable).

“Jesus,” his head was swirling, trying to keep calm and not blow his load the second you bared your tongue to him but there was absolutely nothing sweet about it. He was a preening mess when you went down on him. The night you'd told him you weren't overly experienced in blow jobs was the greatest night of his life, coaching you through what he liked and watching you perfect your generous technique time and time again.

These days, you loved giving Bradley head. He gave you confidence, he made you feel sexy and not like it was only about him on the receiving end. He’s whispered and encouraged, and when it all got too much, he told you he was close. He was neither here nor there on the whole spit or swallow thing… until you and your preference but he was never left empty-handed.

"Shh," you hissed. "Not a sound."

That one thing you did for him that absolutely made him come undone. And he'd bury his face in your pussy all day if you allowed him to show you how fucking grateful, he was for all the pleasure you presented him. Your sweet, tight wetness that he would eagerly drown himself in if you’d let him.

Your honeyed tongue delicately tasted the flawless head of his cock, lapping up the precum as Bradley's eyes rolled back into his head and his big hands reached to knot into your hair as you went to work, swirling your tongue and looking up with your big, scheming eyes, knowing you had him at his most precarious.

He was a weapon in his training, his mind and body were always primed to do what was asked of him, but you were the exception and it scared and excited him.

He could feel himself getting so close to painting the back of that beautiful mouth, and while it pained him to say it, the way your eyes softened told him he’d made the right choice. “Come on, baby, I want you.”

You gently pulled away and asked, “You don’t want me to finish?”

“No, I wanna fuck, baby. Watch you lose control.”

“Okay,” you said, your soft hand trading with your warm mouth to tenderly pump and tease him.

“Gimme a sec. I don't have condoms close,” he whispered. “They're in my luggage.”

"Just pull out, sweetheart," you enticed him, wanting to feel all of him. It was so infrequent you fucked without protection, and of course, you both preferred it that way but after a pregnancy scare (or not, neither of you was really sure) a few months back, you'd both decided to stop tempting fate and ensuring there was a stash of condoms at his place, your place... the goddamn Bronco – Bradley understood that it was your body and you didn’t want to be on the pill. A condom was the least he could do, and he knew it.

Bradley helped you move up his body and rest you above him. "Are you sure?" he kissed you, your gleaming teeth lightly stinging into his bottom lip with an affectionate nip.

“I trust you,” you told him. "Cum where you need...”

Truth be told, he wanted to cum deep, but he licked back a wet smile and he moved to his knees to pull his navy tee over your head, bearing your beautiful breasts to him, full, round, nipples begging for attention. “On your back, baby,” he urged, guiding you under him, anticipating how wet you were for him, legs splaying open unashamed. He rested the head of his cock on your weeping cunt, his fingers spreading your bare lips and sweeping your slick across your clit, fascinated by that little peep of desperation from you. Your head fell back against the pillows, bliss sweeping through you as he sweetly pressed one finger into you. “Drippin’,” he reported, pressing in another finger and his thumb rubbing tenderly against your throbbing clit. “Gonna gush for me?”

You probably would, Bradley’s ability to drag absolutely everything out of you blew your mind each time. “Need your cock. Fill me up, Bradley.”

Pushing in, one delicious inch by delicious inch, licking his full lips as your back curved to take him as deeply as possible. He buried his face in your breasts, holding one in his calloused palm, eyes fluttering closed as he traced, left wet, open-mouthed kissed and tenderly bit the other, and the groan you let you made him clamp his palm over your mouth. “You’re so wet, baby,” he stared deeply into your eyes as he evened his breath with the first few rolls of his slender hips. "But you're gonna wake your parents if you don’t control yourself."

"Let them fuckin' hear," you muttered behind your hand (you’d die if they heard you though) as he chuckled and began his ruthless assault on your senses, one thrust at a time.

"You're too good to me," Bradley reminded you in disbelief.

"All for you," you confided, as you watched the beads of sweat break across his brow as you dug your nails into his well-worked traps, willingly knowing it would leave a mark courtesy of your fresh manicure. You raised your hips to meet his deep, plunging thrusts, fucking into you strong and deep. He felt incredible, you don't think anyone had loved on you as Bradley Bradshaw could. So thorough, and never one to leave you hanging.

Too long, too sore? He'd pause and tenderly withdraw to hold you, reassuring you that it was fine, and your comfort was paramount. Too sensitive after coming too hard, he'd give you time to recover, finding other ways to bring you pleasure.

It was nice to be considered in your relationship, in your sex life especially. In the past, you'd been made to feel like a machine, if you didn't cum, partners still could, and you'd just deal with it. For a long time, that stuck with you and having someone consider you like Bradley would almost seem too good to be true at the start.

But that consideration never lapsed. He was make-believe and you fucking hoped if this man and everything he brought to you was a dream that you’d never, ever wake up.

Desperate to keep himself controlled, Bradley reached for the headboard of your old bed, gripping it for dear life as he tried so damn hard to avoid coming. He loved fucking you raw, and since birth control was completely your choice, you two had to stop playing this dangerous game. Because one day? It would beat you both.

"I need to cum, Bradley," you whined to him as he nodded, chewing his lower lip, and putting your delicate fingers in your mouth, not losing his rhythm. He knew. He knew how close you were.

"Lemme see you touch yourself, baby. Get those fingers - " he gasped as you clenched around him. "Get 'em nice and wet and play with that sweet, tight pussy. Lemme see you fall apart.”

Before, language like that would embarrass you, but with Bradley, it only spurred you on. It was incredible the ways he’d helped you grow and mature as a friend, partner and lover. As instructed, and in the low early morning light, Bradley’s breath hitched, watching you touch yourself and you couldn’t help it, the beat of his cock against your g-spot, your fingers pressing rough circles into your clit and you started to come.

“Yes, baby. Yes,” he urged, moving his mouth to your ear, whispering his sweet encouragement. “You feel so good, just a little mo – ” he forced his mouth against yours, kissing your pleasure to him, to keep the noise down. He wrapped his hand under your hip, lifting your waist to push harder into you as you trembled below him, your pussy clutching his cock, spasming as he shuddered against your lips. “Yes, baby.”

“Jesus, Bradley, fuck me,” you begged as his hips speed up like a piston, thrusting hard into your swollen, sensitive pussy, his hand clutching yours away from your strained clit and pressing intensely in your place, hoping to drag your orgasm out and as you fell, lifeless, back against the squishy pillows, pussy pulsating, Bradley grunted low he was coming and after his final few thrusts, he quickly withdrew and unloaded, stroking himself until he was spent, pearly ribbons of cum decorating your belly and breasts.

He collapsed beside you, taking your cheeks in his face and kissing you wildly. “I love you. I love you, baby,” he kissed you again, and though you were spent, you returned his affections, because truly… you loved Bradley Bradshaw with your entire being. It was going to take a lot to change that. “Are you okay?” he asked, chest still heaving as he breathed, his pointer finger tracing through the mess he made on you.

“I’m good, sweetheart,” you assured him as he gave you one last, final kiss.

“Think that helped with your jetlag?” he teased.

“Makes me want another round,” you admitted as he chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

“Of course you do,” he pressed a kiss into your pulse and lifted his lips back to yours, holding you close and just like horny teenagers, enjoying making out for a few moments in the afterglow. “Where’s that shirt gone?” he asked, peering over the side of the bed, and cleaning you up. “Jackson Pollack painting here.”

“Be less proud,” you told him as he snorted.

“Yes, ma’am,” he pressed another kiss to your lips. “Sure you’re okay?”

“Perfect, but let me go pee,” you whispered as Bradley kissed you long and deep, he nodded into the kiss but was not quite ready to leave you leave him.

“Go, clean up, baby,” he helped you up from the bed, your legs precarious and meandering like Bambi. “Careful,” he sighed, wistfully. But he knew it already, you were thoroughly fucked, just how he liked it.

A few hours later and thankfully, a few more hours of sleep, your alarm woke you, the sun much higher in the sky and the heat of the day starting to rise. You’d showered and told him to come down when he was ready, you’d help your Mum with some brekky.

“You want eggs?”

“Anything,” Bradley admitted. “Famished.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” you cupped his face in your palms and kissed him lightly. “Don’t rush.”

“Okay,” he gave a small grin but didn’t much feel like lingering. After a quick shower, he dressed, annoyed he didn't pack any golf gear, at minimum the shoes that you gave him grief for every time he wore them, but maybe he'd treat himself and buy some at the course today. He rifled through his bag, clutching the velvet box in his palm tightly, convinced more than ever that this was real, this was happening and soon, he'd hope to have you wearing his mother's engagement ring too.

Slapping on his CVN-71 cap, he knew you went a bit feral when he perched it backward. May as well leave you with good thoughts while he was out and about, asking your old man for your hand on the golf course. And if it went badly, it was also something to identify him when the authorities found him if your dad said no.

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goldengleams · 5 months

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Can you do a “things that make sense as a boyfriend” for jack please?? :)

here you go!!!

jack is definitely a softie

like he won’t admit it or ask to cuddle you but if you’re laying down in bed or on the couch he will for sure be laying right on your boobs

lowkey not great at texting back but he knows this so he tries to leave you little love notes around the house every once in a while to make up for it

isn’t a huge fan of pda but will always, always have a hand on your back at all times

also loves to walk like, directly next to you

like you’ll be out on a walk and jack is just…in your space

“j, move over, im tripping over you.”

“trippin, stumblin,”

“im literally going to shove you off the curb!”

jack is private but not shy

but it does take a while for him to introduce you to the fam because he’s nervous about the attention

but to combat this…

i feel like jack would pay attention to the videos you watch and where you’ve said you want to travel

“babe, wake up!”

“jack, it’s 7 in the morning, go back to bed!”

“fine, but if you want to get up, we can get on a flight to your favorite beach by noon.”

“…”

“you’re insane. but also yes, i am up.”

spontaneous when he has time!!

will always be down to try out new restaurants or walk around in nyc

im gonna go with you living in nyc/nj because i see jack with a city girl

you’re always teasing him about not knowing how to drive and always ordering rides instead of taking the subway

jack isn’t overly protective but he definitely wants to make sure you get home safe every night

oh to add onto the city thing

jack would 100% go do all of the christmas stuff with you

like he’s beaming when he sees your eyes light up at the sights of the busiest city around the holidays

mans lives to make you smile

definitely competitive

like is obsessed with watching sports and playing against you in fantasy football

already has stupid shit planned for you because he’s determined that you’re going to lose

“im only losing because you and luke were scheming against me!”

“better luck next time baby!”

not good at cooking but does like to bake with you

(side note: will literally never admit to anyone that he enjoys watching the great british baking show with you. never)

easygoing, so fights don’t happen that much

but he will get snippy with you around the beginning of the season

and if he’s hurt…

“jack, im just trying to help you, you put yourself in more pain trying to put your shirt on alone.”

“I don’t want help, ive got it. go away.”

will be the first one to apologize after a fight

gets emotional over you because jack cares about you a lot, just sometimes isn’t the best at communication

but once you guys talk he is smothering you in a big hug and wiping your tears away

ellen taught this man well obviously

lets you say what he wasn’t ready to hear before and like actually understands you

“I love you, always will.”

“love you too, j.”

Just a few thoughts for you!! Send in some more requests and I’ll try to do them in between my finals!!

#jack hughes #nhl #nhl hockey #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes

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tan1shere · 5 months

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heyyy i was wanting to request! where reader and ellie has a kid and its christmas night, yall are putting the presents up and yall can hear your kid moving around in their bed and yall run to yalls room to not get caught, just a silly fanfic really! 😊

Christmas Shenanigans

Ellie williams x fem reader!

A/n: yes my anon ! At your service ! I don't particularly like this but I hope you guys do :)

My masterlist!

Warnings: none, just pure fluffyness, maybe some language but not much, just slightly flirtatious Ellie.

The warmth from the fireplace is one of the things keeping you happy and content. You were currently sipping some hot cocoa, sitting on the couch as Ellie approaches you. "She's finally out, we can start whenever." It was currently Christmas eve and Ellie had just put your daughter down for bed. "Little mites incredibly excited." She says with a smile etched onto her face, plopping down on the couch, next to you. You smile also leaning into her touch. "When should we get the presents out here?" You look over at the tree, you guys were waiting for Autumn to fall asleep. "We could do it now, speedily." You nod, going to get up. "What time are we going to see Joel in the morning?" You inquire. She also gets up. "Well we would probably be there at around mid day, he's putting on a lunch for the fam."

She goes to your guys room which was thankfully on the other end of your daughter's bedroom. You follow after her. "Sounds like a plan." You go into the closet getting the already wrapped presents. You grab a few and so does Ellie. Quietly making your way down. "This kid is spoiled." You laugh out. "Dont talk like thatt. Only the best for my little princess." You laugh at her. "What am I then? Chopped liver." She let's out her own laugh. "Dont worry, you'll get the best present later on in the evening." She winks at you, and you just roll your eyes. Always gotta be joking about something.

You had finished not too long ago the room was dark as you were ready to go up, but you suddenly hear the floorboards in your daughters room creak. You and Ellie both look at one another, quietly but at a fast pace, going into your guys shared bedroom. Ellie plops on the bed with you hugging your form and smiling like crazy. "Well Mrs claws I think thats a job well done." Ellie says with a small smirk. "Oh, so you're Santa?" She nods, proudly. "Why ofcourse, and you're my little hoe." That cocky grin on her face says it all. "You're trouble williams." You push her off getting onto your side of the bed. "Uh uh, that's Santa. To you." She smirks going to her side of the bed. "Night you." She smiles. "Night my lil helper."

"Mama, mommy!" You've been awoken. Watching as Ellie fully awakens. "Hey lil munchkin." She helps Autumn up onto the bed. "Its Christmas!" She beams with excitement. "I know! I think someone's paid you a lil visit down stairs. Why don't you go check it out and me and mommy will be down soon yeah?" She nods her lil head, letting Ellie set her down. You then roll over to look at her. "Merry Christmas baby." She leans down to kiss you when you reply. "Merry Christmas Els." You smile at her. "Better get up huh." You say, beginning to sit up. "Yes, or else the little monkey will bother us more." You laugh gently. "But she is very adorable."

Ellie nods heading down there with you. "When are we seeing grandpa, mama?" She looks up at Ellie. "Soon, but first! Let's open some presents." "Yeahhhh." Your daughter jumps with excitement. You go into the kitchen to prepare some hot cocoa for the three of you, bringing it out once you're done. "Thank you mommy." Autumn smiles at you. "That's alright love. Right let's get to opening presents."

You all had a fun filled morning opening presents, spending time with one another. You arrived at Joel's not too long ago. "Grandpa!" Your daughter squeals going to hug him. He picks her up. "Hiya kiddo!" He smiles, hugging back. He smiles at you and Ellie. "She wake ya up early?" You laugh at how he just knew. "Did she what." He looks at her gently setting her down but going to bend down to her level. "I got you a lil somethin princess." He smiles at her gently poking her tummy. She giggles. "Yayyy." You shake your head with a big smile. "Aren't you lucky!" She nods. "Thanks grandpa!" He stands back up going upstairs.

"Good manners." Ellie smiles at the small girl. Joel soon after comes back down with a pretty pink wrapped box. "Here you are." He hands it to her, her face lit up as she opens it. It was a cute little t-shirt saying 'grandad's girl' It was adorable and it was obvious she loved it. "Can I put it on now?" She smiles wide. "Can't say no to that." He then smiles. She goes into the bathroom to do so, coming down. "Tadaaa." She twirls. "That shirt is very true." He winks at her as she giggles. "Actually she's mama's princess." Ellie punches Joel's arm lightly. "I think I've won her heart more." He ruffles Ellies hair, walking away. "I'm her parent!" She huffs, you rub her arm. "You're crazy." She laughs putting her arm around your shoulder. "Yeah but you love me." "That i do."

#elliewilliams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

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landologg · 6 months

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dog mom

pato o'ward x fem!oc

irl + social media

fc: riley hubatka

summary: why propose to someone alone when you can get your dogs to help?

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"hey addie can you come help me with something?" elba yelled from the living room. "yeah of course!" i yelled back as i made my way to the living room. we had started decorating elba and brett's new house for christmas so we had been over to help them with that. after helping her for like 20 minutes, brett had came in saying that pato had needed my opinion on something in the backyard. which was a little suspicious at first but i didn't think anything of it as he is a very goofy person. "hey, where are the dogs by the way?" i asked brett and elba as we headed for the backyard. "um im not too sure..." brett had replied. "yeah i think pato had them last but who knows with him." elba said. "yeah i feel like we never know what pato is up to." i told them both. as i saw the backyard decorated in fairy lights, candles, the puppies dressed in little tuxedos, and pato standing there with a smirk on his face. elba stated, "oh i think we know what he's up to know" while patting my back to encourage me forward. "pato. is this what you've been working at all day?" i asked curious to how he set this all up. "well i think you already know the answer to that question... babe..." he said before i cut him off, "pato, you do realize i wore makeup today right?" i brought up. "well duh, i actually planned on making you cry if you did or didnt" "oh how lovely, okay okay, continue" as he got down on one knee and as "lover" by taylor swift started playing in the background.

"you have been the absolute light of my life since i have met you. you have been there for me through many wins and many loses and i hope to continue that forever. you are the person i love seeing most in the morning and i want to forever kiss you goodnight before we go to sleep. you have made me the man i am today. so... will you do me a favor and become rocky and norbi's offical mom? oh, and marry me?"

"of course i will" i replied through the waterworks of sobbing. "im forever grateful to you and for you mi amor" i told him after we had shared a kiss. then as he was about to say something else, we heard someone who didn't sound like brett or elba talk behind us. "hey, congrats lovebirds! now me and em won't be the only married couple in the group!" felix stated. "fro, you do know b and el are getting married soon right?" pato asked his ex teammate and best friend. "i knew that! do i win brownie points? wait, actually can i just babysit the dogs the day of the wedding?" david asked. "david, you would be one of my groomsmen. you can't babysit and be one." pato replied. "david, you do know that they aren't getting married tomorrow right? it's a little ways away." alex told david. "well i know that im not an idiot. okay. maybe i am." david answered back to alex. behind them were two cute dogs in tuxedos who were just waiting their turn. "nor, rock, c'mere." pato told them as they ran up to us with pure excitement. as we all talked, hung out with the dogs, made fun of each other, shared glances, and throughout all the laughs and cries i knew that these were who i wanted to be around forever. the people who made me truly happiest. my best friends.

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guess his shirt was made of husband material all along 🤭

📌 taylorswift: ❤️❤️❤️ so happy for you both!

📌 patriciooward: mi amor, mi corazón, mi para siempre. and yes, my shirt has been made of that since day one baby.

elbaoward: 🥹🥹 cutest ever!

rockyoward: ❤️❤️❤️

landonorris: glad you can offically join the papaya fam addie!

alexanderrossi: you guys made david cry but congrats you both!

davidmalukas: CRYING

arrowmclaren: mother is engaged!!!!!

frosenqvist: glad we got to be there for the big moment!

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soon to be wife, but until then, i still will be calling you my wife ❤️

📌 adelaidebellamy: words can never explain how much you mean to me 💗 thank you for letting me become the offical dog mom to our sons 🥹

arrowmclaren: we better be invited!

pato_tv_: congrats are in order to our favorite dog parents!

lewishamilton: congrats guys!

elbaoward: so glad me and b could help plan all of it!! ❤️🥹

tkanaan: let's goooo!!! congrats you guys!

landonorris: she's offically a papaya girl!

alexanderrossi: everyone say thank you to me for not letting david ruin the suprise. but congratulations you guys!

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howaboutcastiel · 1 year

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For the Holiday prompts/Dialogues, could I request 'a kiss in the snow' with the moon boys (writer's choice) please? (Only if you want to!)

I am so ready to do some holiday prompts fam (I’m sorry to everyone else in my inbox that I skipped ahead but… no I’m not lol)

Keep Me Warm (Marc Spector)

Content warning: Marc makes a kinda perverted comment about the reader’s body (her breasts), but it’s meant to be funny/lighthearted and she’s comfortable with it. They are established partners. Not Proofread

(Side note look at his little sweater. Look at his lil tongue)

You were not used to this kind of weather.

Where you were from, it would snow once a year only if you were lucky. Even then, it wouldn’t be the pretty, powdery snow that they show in the movies. It would be the sludgy, melty, muddy half-snow that was just shy of melting away altogether in the hardly freezing air. Needless to say, you weren’t used to waking up to two feet of powdery snow on a sub-zero morning in New York. You didn’t know how to feel about it. It was so pretty, so exciting. It was a scene right out of a Hallmark movie, complete with excited kids running through their yards and making snow angels. It was marvelous.

But it was also cold. So cold.

“Honey, I think you’re going a bit overboard,” Marc said as you pulled on a thick pair of mittens over your crocheted gloves. You were bundled in at least four layers of clothes, terrified of the biting cold that awaited on the other side of your front door. Marc was used to this kind of weather–he’d grown up in Chicago, where snow was as common as any other precipitation in the winter. Or in the fall, or sometimes even the spring. Freezing temperatures didn’t bother him much at all.

“I don’t like the cold,” you responded to him bluntly. “Back home, it never even got below zero. It’s like torture out there. I don’t know how you can even stand it.”

“It’s not that bad.” He chuckled and pressed his lips into a flat smile, playfully stroking your cheek as he pulled on his own sweater. His much thinner sweater, with nothing but a v-neck shirt underneath. Instead of heavy mittens, he wore Jake’s driving gloves. Marc seemed fairly unworried about getting too cold. “C’mon, it’s just a short walk. You’ll be fine without a layer or two of that, and you’ll move better.”

You groaned in protest and he rolled his eyes at you. Marc tugged at the collar of your overcoat, hinting that he would help you take it off. He looked at you like you were being ridiculous, but also like he found your stubbornness to be adorable. You shook his hand off of you, slowly reaching up to remove the coat.

“You have to buy me cocoa when we get to the shops,” you insisted as the thick layer of insulation fell off your shoulders. The two of you were planning to spend the morning holiday shopping. You, to get your family Christmas presents. Him, to get you Christmas presents and pick up some Hanukkah hardware—including a new Menorah for Steven and a ton of food to fry for the both of you.

“Of course I will, baby,” he cooed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you to the front door. “But I still think you're being a drama queen.”

“It takes one to know one.”

Just as you predicted, the frigid wind nearly knocked your breath from you as Marc opened the door. It was miserably cold. You tensed and shivered immediately, leaning into Marc’s body heat as he led you down the stairs with his arm still wrapped around you. The air bit sharply at your face, stinging the sensitive skin.

“Ugh, this is awful,” you whined. He turned his face away from you and you could tell it was so he could hide a patronizing smile. You swatted playfully at his chest. “It’s not funny! Just because you grew up on an iceberg doesn’t mean that all humans are meant for this kind of climate.”

“I’m not laughing!” He countered, but you could see he was trying hard to stifle a chuckle. You ducked away from underneath his arm, pouting.

You made it about halfway down your street before you heard some giggling and scuffling from your neighbors’ yard. Looking to your left, you saw a group of the neighborhood’s kids having an enthusiastic snowball fight. They looked to be having the time of their lives, but you couldn’t fathom how they were happy to be throwing huge balls of ice at each other’s faces.

“Look at that,” Marc pointed out, “they don’t seem to be having too much trouble. Those kids are loving the cold. But yeah, humans aren’t meant for this climate.”

You narrowed your eyes and turned to see the shit-eating grin painted on his face. Marc enjoyed teasing you, especially on days like this where there wasn’t any actual harm in it. But you were shivering and you swore that you couldn’t feel your nose. You weren’t up for his jokes.

“Walk faster. I want that hot chocolate to have extra whipped cream, by the way.” You started walking ahead of him, making him scoff and sigh and scramble to catch up to you.

“You poor thing,” he tsked, “can’t handle a little cold. You need me to hold you? Keep you warm? Swaddle you like a little baby?”

“Funny.” You grimaced as he kept pace with you again, turning away from his teasing face. “Keep it up and I’ll buy a Christmas tree. I’m gonna put it right by the window so all of the neighbors can see.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t.”

“Try me, Spector.”

You walked quietly for the next little while. By now, the row shops you were aiming for were visible to you, but they were still so far away and you were still so freaking cold. You hugged yourself tightly as the wind swept across your torso, shivering so hard your teeth were chattering. The more the cold bit at your skin, the more impatient you became.

“So much for not needing that extra coat.” You spat at Marc. The chill was shortening your temper and the shops were still just too far away. He hummed and wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing some much-needed warmth to your core. You leaned into him and he smirked.

“Yeah, maybe you should have worn it.” He squeezed a little tighter around you. “But that stupid coat covers up your figure. If I’m gonna have to holiday shop, I should at least get to see your tits while I do it.”

He moved his hand down, quickly grabbing and pinching your ass before pulling away. Anticipating your hand going to swat at his chest, Marc started to jog ahead of you, just out of reach. You scuffled after him on the icy sidewalk.

“Get back here, you whore!” You shouted, giggling. He was a good few yards ahead of you, much more agile in the snow than you were. Marc turned around and wiggled his eyebrows, pleased with himself.

You knew you couldn’t catch up to him, and he was staying right out of your reach as he egged you on. Finally, you gave up chasing after him and bent down to grab a handful of snow. His eyes blew wide as you packed it between your palms, and he scoffed in awe as you threw the snowball at his chest.

He looked offended and impressed as the powdery ball exploded against his sweater. You put your hands on your hips, chuffed with yourself.

“You call me a whore, then you assault me? Oh, honey. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Marc knelt and grabbed snow in his hands in a swift, clean motion. You tried to shuffle out of the way, but you were too clumsy in the snow and his aim was too good. The snowball burst against your shoulder, spattering ice onto your face and stinging. Your mouth dropped open in shock, and Marc pressed his lips into a devilish smile.

An all out war ensued, the both of you scrambling to scoop up balls of snow on the street corner and pummeling each other with increasingly-dense snowballs. You were both giggling messes, disoriented and filled with childlike energy at the little game. It continued on and you almost forgot how cold you were. That is, until you turned just too slowly and Marc’s aim was just a little too high and a ball of ice hit you square in the face.

The chunks of powder fell into your hair, sticking to your face and crumbling into the neckline of your sweater. As it melted against your skin, the stinging feeling almost became overwhelming to you. You tried to swat off as much of it as possible, but it had already made the collar of your jacket wet and was working on doing the same to your hair.

“Shit! Sorry,” Marc dropped everything when he saw you struggling. He was over by your side in a second, helping you swipe the snow away and tucking your hair out of your face. “I’m sorry! Are you alright? That looked like it hurt.”

“It’s cold,” you whined. He made a look that said yeah, of course it’s cold but his face dropped when he saw not a hint of joking in your expression. You were clearly upset and he knew that. Marc surveyed your face and neck, spotting the wet spot on your collar and how your skin was red from the ice.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Marc pulled off his gloves, warming his hands for a moment before bringing them up to your face. Instantly, the stinging dulled where his skin touched yours. It was crazy to you that his hands could be so warm with it so cold outside. He brushed his fingers along your cheeks, massaging the red skin. You untensed a bit as he brought one hand down to your collarbone. “Come on. The coffee shop isn’t too far now. I’ll get you that cocoa.”

He kept his hand above your heart as he led you further on the sidewalk. The diner was just across the street now, only a few more yards to go. As he stopped to wait for traffic at the edge of the road, he gripped you just a little tighter.

“Marc,” you breathed, and he turned to face you. There was worry and a little guilt on his face, but his eyes still brightened when they made contact with yours. They always did. You brought your arms up around his neck, and his eyes widened with confusion for just a moment before you pulled him down to you. His lips were warm against yours, which were freezing. How the heck is he so warm right now? Your whole face seemed to warm up as he deepened the kiss, his free hand returning to your cheek to cup under your chin. The two of you stood there for a long while, pressed together and breathing each other in. Only when a gust of wind brought another chill through you did you separate from him.

“What was that for?” He asked you, bewildered. You smiled and shook your head and motioned to cross the street with him. Your response was simple and, in your mind, obvious.

“For keeping me warm.”

#Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Jake Lockley #Moon Knight #Moon Boys #Holiday Prompts #I LOVE THEM #Marc Spector x Reader #Marc Spector x You #Masterlist #Fluff

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toomuchracket · 4 months

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Alwaysss up for Christmas delulu think about d word babas first Christmas and they’re just in their own little bubble 😭 and like the fam and Denise visiting

yesssssss i do feel like i neglect baby alex in that au so let's talk about the first christmas after he's born. lyla was seven months old for her first christmas, so she was a little bit more aware and active than her little brother, who's only four weeks old for his. it's also different in that, last time, you all went to stay with matty's family, but this year you're at home and your families are coming over; your parents offered to host, given that you have literally just had a baby, but actually you and matty thought it would be easier for both you and the babies if you didn't have to leave the house lol. they're helping with dinner, but on christmas morning itself it's just the four of you - you snap awake when you hear alex crying just before 7am, but matty's over with him before you can get up, scooping him up like "oh, my boy. what's up? oh, wait, never mind - i can smell it", and he smiles at you and says "go back to sleep, sweetheart, i've got him". you're so tired that you can't even argue, and you wake up roughly an hour later feeling quite well-rested to the most adorable sight - alex lying on matty's bare chest, smiling at his sister, who's squished in between her parents, stroking his tiny hand. anyway, you all exchange merry christmases and kisses and cuddles, and you feed alex while matty and lyla go and make breakfast. then it's time for opening presents in the living room - lyla is so excited to give alex the soft toy she picked out for him, and she's adamant she wants to show him the book he got her (though neither of them can read lmfao), and you and matty both have to try not to cry at the presents the kids got you and the ones you got each other (he def buys you jewellery. maybe fancy earrings that "you could maybe wear on our wedding day, if you like", said in the most tender tone you could imagine. god you can't wait to marry him. anyway). and there are more family cuddles, because of course there are, before your parents get here and keep an eye on the babies while you and matty get a minute to yourselves to a) kiss and b) get ready; when everyone's properly dressed and matty's family arrive, there's more present exchanging, and then your dad starts prepping dinner while the grandmothers take turns cooing over the babies. your mum's like "i know i'm biased because he's my grandson, but alex might actually be the cutest baby boy i've ever seen" - you're like "you literally have two sons of your own", and she's like "yeah, but look at him! those eyes!", and you smile and kiss matty's head like "perfect eyes. exactly the same as his dad's". matty gets all blushy and snuggles further into you at that, and denise is like "it almost freaks me out how alike you he is, matty. but cuter"; he laughs at that like "yeah, his mum's genes didn't really get a look in, did they? but that must mean he'll be exactly like you personality-wise, darling, yeah?", and denise is like "what, not taking any of your nonsense? god, i hope so" lol. matty's perfect the whole day, though, quietly making sure you're comfy and have everything you need, and he sits with alex cosied into his chest during dinner while you get some time to yourself to eat (your dad is content enough to play the "you have a bite, then me" game with lyla the whole time lol) - it's a family effort to get the kids to bed, though, the grandmothers doing bathtime and the granddads doing the bedtime story. you kinda despair at that, because "it's christmas! you're our guests!", but they all say "we love you so much, but shut up and let us do this for you two and our grandkids. have a minute to yourselves!"; matty doesn't need much convincing, and he pulls you to the kitchen to make you a fancy hot chocolate and finish the profiteroles from dessert. you talk and laugh and kiss the chocolate from each other's lips, and matty's like "i love you. and our kids. and our family. today's been perfect, darling. thank you for making it that way". of course, you feel the same <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty #literal d word #lyla #alex #moots <3 #christmas

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lazyjellyfish300 · 4 months

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Carlisle Random Head Canons

Just some random ones. These might be inaccurate or out of character because tbh it's been a long time since I read the books but it's all just for fun, don't execute me pls.

***photo from Google search, gif is also not mine, credit to rightful owners***

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TW: Minors DNI, suggestive content

-hates medical dramas bc they're unrealistic but will tolerate them if Alice has them on but will still shake his head in the background

-makes the fam participate in 5ks on the holidays (as long as it's cloudy bc vamps sparkle of course)

- He likes golf

-if he could drink he'd be a cocktail man over beers

-donates a fat chunk of money to the children's hospital every year for Christmas and remains anonymous each time

-gives homeless people money

-he loves alterative/Indie music and goes to concerts with Esme.

-his favorite store to go to Esme with is Bath and Body works.

-besides his wedding ring, he likes to wear rings on his pinkies and index fingers

-He likes candles

-He can sing really well.

-listens to audiobooks in the car.

-His favorite marvel superhero is Doctor Strange.

-He HATES being late to places.

-He buys dinner for the nurses and staff that have to work late with him.

-He tells dad jokes when he's in surgery.

-He likes the show Yellowstone a lot.

-He makes the bed every morning even though he doesn't use it and drives him crazy when it's not made.

-He's a sucker for thick thighs.

-He loves velvet dresses on Esme.

-He collects cuff links.

-He likes Fleetwood Mac.

-one of the big things he misses about being human is drinking tea.

-loves to ski.

-he loves when people get flustered around him and thinks it's adorable when ppl blush around him.

-He's really good at billiards.

-He prefers eye contact when speaking with people.

-He prefers mornings.

-His favorite chick flick is The Notebook.

-If he had school age children, he'd definitely be the dad at drop off in the mornings and attend PTA meetings/donate a bunch of money to the fundraisers.

-He likes listening to the oldies.

-He likes vinyl.

-I can see him owning a pair of Tevas.

-gives killer back massages.

-wears solid colors only, doesn't care much for patterns except his baseball uniform and ties/scarves.

-he's really good with kids and has a soft spot for them.

-He loves being called Darling

-He's big on giving flowers to his wife. Red roses every time.

-He's not too big on PDA and would rather do modest touches/minimal touches in front of everyone to build tension/anticipation then when he's alone with his wife he goes all out

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🖤🥀🧛🏼

#carlisle cullen #headcanon #twilight #twilight saga #carlisle and esme #twilight fluff #Spotify

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redheadspark · 1 year

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sooo i had a little idea in mind- you can def ignore this if you want 😅 a fic with oliver wood and reader (they've been together for a year) where she meets his parents for the first time, ollie bringing reader to a christmas party at his family's and reader fitting in with his fam so easily (parents keep embarrassing him- showing childhood photos) and reader fitting in with his fam so easily and him being so smitten 🥺 ajdkandjs thank you for your time 💕 you're one of the very few writers who still write for my fave scottish boy and every time you do my heart literally soars

A/N: This is BEYOND amazing! I HAD to write this before I leave for Oregon in two days, but I love this! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Knew

Summary: After having you visit for Christmas, Oliver finds himself falling head over heels.

Warnings: Just some fluff :)

“Let’s clear these plates and get ready for presents, shall we?”

“Oh, let me help Mrs. Wood!”

“Darling girl, you must call me Amelia! And certainly not, you’re a guest in my home! Go on, grab a seat in the armchair before my husband does,”

“Why thank you, Amelia,”

Oliver was poking his head around the corner into the kitchen, seeing you moving to get up from the chair as his mother cleared the plates with a flick of her wand. The plates moved with ease, you watching with a hint of amazement since Oliver’s mother made it look so easy. The soft garland that was glistening along the kitchen countertops brought warmth and the familiar holiday cheer that Oliver could only experience when he was home for Christmas.

But this Christmas was very different: You came along with him.

Oliver already introduced you to his parents at Platform 9 & 3/4 last year, getting your bags on the train and ready for the school year. Oliver ran over to you to give you a massive hug, the pair of you writing letter and sending owls to one another throughout the summer holiday. They were wondering who you were and why their son was so smitten, most of his time on summer holiday was devoted to racing on his broomstick around the hillside near their home and drawing up new Quidditch tactics for the Gryffindor team.

Yet that summer Oliver was awaiting for every letter that was sent from you by your personal little barn owl, his face lighting up with joy as you would tell him about your summer and where you ventured to with your own parents. That morning on the platform, Oliver’s mother and father were both shocked and happy to see you and Oliver hugging fiercely in your reunion. It was safe to say that you two were a couple in their eyes, and his mother insisted having you come over for the Christmas Holidays for a few days.

Oliver was worried, thinking you wouldn’t want to go. But you shocked him by saying yes, reading over the owl sent by his mother during Thanksgiving and you agreed very quickly. So now Oliver was a bit petrified in having you in his home, thinking of the worst and wondering if you were going to see him in a new light.

But as soon as you walked into the little home, you were greeted so warmly by Oliver’s parents, and all those fears in Oliver’s mind were gone in a flash.

You were only going to stay one night before you had to go back home with your own family, though you didn’t mind it at all since some of Oliver’s cousins and relatives were over for the dinner and present opening. His cousins were all ages, some very little and barely walking and some were around his age, even two of them were already married with their own kids. The little house was bustling with plenty of screeching from the kids and gossiping from the adults, but you loved all of it. All of his relatives were nothing but kind to you, asking all the deep dark secrets of Oliver since they knew you would tell. Though at one moment Oliver had to steer you away from sitting with your mother and aunt when they took out a baby picture book of Oliver.

“You don’t need to see any of that!”

“Oliver, I doubt those pictures are explicit,”

“You don’t know my mum and da when they have a camera in their hands!”

The dinner was delicious, Oliver’s mother knew how to make the best kind of meal that was both hearty and yet sensational to eat. Every bite was a delight for you, you consistently telling her that the food was amazing as Oliver’s mom merely grinned.

“Aye, finally there is someone who likes me cooking,”

“Mum!”

“Just sayin’, Oli,”

Even throughout the meal, you were engrossed in the conversations that were presented to you by his relatives. Of course, they wanted to know all about you since you were Oliver’s girlfriend, yet you never minded since it never felt stressful or pushed. And when the topic of Quidditch came up at the table, the entire family was enthuatsic about the sport. You weren’t surprised, given that Oliver was a natural player and he learned how to fly when he was still a toddler. HIs entire family played when they went to Hogwarts.

“So, how does Oliver here handle himself in a Quidditch match,”

“Da, please don’t ask that—“

“He’s real good, Mr. Wood. Actually, he can outfly some of the other chasers and beaters on both the Slytherin and Hufflepuff squad, which I know doesn’t dwell well with Slytherin house,”

A pause was at the table, maybe his family was not expecting you to reply so smoothly and talk Quidditch efficiently. His father grinned at you, one of those cocky grins that you know Oliver inherited.

“Good, never liked that lot even when I attended back when I was a youngin’,” his da boasted.

“Which was what, half a century ago, da?”

“Easy there, Oliver,”

Now that the table was cleared and your mother enchanted the sink to wash the dishes that were under the bubbles, she sat down at the kitchen table with ease while Oliver snuck into the kitchen to sit across from her.

“How are ya, mum? Can I help ya?” Oliver asked his mother, though she tutted and shook her head.

“You’re fine, m’darlin’. I wanna talk to ya for a moment before we join the other’s for presents,” She explained, Oliver watching her with a hint of worry and uncertainty as his mother eyed him with the warmth in her eyes and her hands folded in front of her on the table.

“I think she is quite lovely,” She explained, mentioning you as Oliver perked up a bit, “And that fact that she can put up with this lot with a smile on her face says a bunch, Oli,”

“I like her too,” Oliver explained to his mother, whom was softly smiling from seeing the warmth on his face and the small glimmer in his brown eyes, “She really makes me happy, supports me and my flyin’, and…I don’t know mum she’s…she’s amazin’.”

“I can tell she means the world to you,” His mother hummed at him in agreement, “And I think you should hold onto her as tight as you can. Love is a precious thing to have, and it can be easy to loose in a moment,”

Oliver drank in what she told him, hearing how genuine she was with the notion of love. Oliver saw it in his parents and how they loved each other after so many years together, they were a great example of being in love and how to handle love. And as he thought about it more, he thought of you in his mind and how it was beyond perfect. He thought of the times you two sat together in Hogsmead, swapping candies together and seeing if the others liked it. He thought of the rainy Quidditch matches, you showing up to each one of those matches with Gryffindor colors and cheering him on. He even thought of you consoling him when had rough days, holding his hands in yours and giving him words of encouragement.

When he thought of love, he thought of you.

“I’ll try, mum,” He could only reply to his mother, whom kept her smile on her face as Oliver’s father called out from the living room.

“Come on, you two! We got presents to open!”

Oliver and his mother hopped up from their spots and walked over to the living room, seeing the cluster of cousins sitting near the small tree and itching to open the presents that were ready and waiting. Oliver eyes went to you, who was sitting on a spot in the loveseat and was watching your family members chat together. Your eyes went to Oliver, whom was simply watching you in his home and thought you looked like you belonged there. No mater the stress of having you over for only one night, or thinking that the worst kind of conversations would come out, it was all perfect and it worked out smoothly.

You both locked eyes and Oliver smiled, his cheeks warmed up instantly. He knew right then and there: he was in love.

Oliver would propose to you a few months later, right after graduating Hogwarts together, and you both would be married in his backyard under the blossoming trees.

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox

#oliver wood x female reader #oliver wood prompts #oliver wood fanfiction #oliver wood x reader #hp #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter writing #harry potter fandom

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hauntingcryptids · 1 year

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And His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - After everything that happened in the universe, you just wanted a calm Christmas with everyone you cared about, including The Master.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - The Doctor and The Extended Fam being a bit rude, The Master feeling depressed, some suggestive bits, some references to season 12 canon. This is a canon divergent fic - let’s forget that The Power of The Doctor happened for a bit.

Word Count - 4593

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by @sessa23. Thank you so much for this request! I really enjoyed writing it, even though it made me emotional. I hope that you enjoy this and have a great Christmas!

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It was almost time for everyone to arrive, and you were dreading the decisions you had made leading up to this day. Even How The Grinch Stole Christmas playing in your living room couldn’t calm you down!

A couple of weeks ago, after The Doctor had brought you, Dan, and Yaz home for the beginning of the holiday season, you had the brilliant idea to host a Christmas dinner for everyone. And your tired, adrenaline and adventure-muddled brain meant everyone, including The Master.

You had plenty of opportunities to change your mind and not invite The Master or uninvite him even, but you could never bring yourself to do it. Despite how The Master treated The Doctor and The Extended Fam, he tried to treat you with the utmost respect, always.

You don’t think The Doctor knew, or if she did, she didn’t tell you, but you had texted and written to The Master many times. He initiated contact first. He was supercilious and threatening, with an undertone of flirting, during his first message to you. You knew that he meant to scare you, even though he was probably joking. You didn’t respond to his threat, though. Instead, you asked him where he had found his coat; you declared your desire to have a coat like that, seeing how warm it looked on him. This began a series of communications between the two of you. You talked about everything, including your shared pain of being ignored by The Doctor.

It was probably dangerous for you to share such personal information with an intergalactic criminal, but you couldn’t stop. The Master just seemed to understand you on a deeper level than The Fam and definitely more than The Doctor ever could.

Things became serious between the two of you, though, when the two of you began calling and face-timing each other. Again, he called you first. You were having a panic attack over something minor in retrospect, and somehow The Master knew and called you to help you. He took your panic very seriously and quickly calmed you down. Now, on top of your regular texts and letters, you and The Master called nearly every night before you, at least, went to bed and sometimes in the morning or throughout the day.

It never seemed to cross your mind why The Master was so attached to you until today. Finally, you realised that he was lonely. You obviously couldn’t assume everything, but after all the conversations you had with The Master, you came to the conclusion that he was, at least, a bit remorseful for the things he did and he just wanted, or needed, someone to want him in return. Maybe he was only remorseful because he had accidentally hurt you in the past because of your closeness with The Doctor. Either way, The Doctor was wrong about him; The Master wasn’t an irredeemable monster. You just hoped that putting The Master in this environment today wouldn’t trigger him. For his sake, you hoped that this Christmas dinner went smoothly.

You were setting up your dining room table for the fourth time when Graham and Ryan arrived at your flat. You were glad that they arrived first. Graham especially always managed to calm you down. He was probably the person you opened up to the most other than The Master. Your relationships between the two obviously weren’t comparable, but Graham was definitely a support person for you.

After placing some presents under your Christmas tree and putting some food away, Graham helped you organise the table to where it wasn’t so cluttered and busy while Ryan prepared the three of you some drinks.

Dan arrived next, with a bundle of presents under one arm and a stack of tin boxes filled to the brim with homemade cookies in the other. A bag filled with Christmas crackers hung precariously from one of his pinkies.

Yaz arrived with The Doctor, which didn’t surprise you. It seemed to not surprise Dan, Graham and Ryan either, so you were happy to not be the only one to see the obvious connection between the two. The Doctor had brought some alien dish that you were frankly scared to eat, while Yaz made up for that by bringing two large dishes that looked delicious.

You still hadn’t told any of your friends of the other suspected guest, however, The Master still wasn’t there, and it had been about half an hour since he was supposed to arrive. Maybe he wasn’t going to come. If he wasn’t, there was no need to tell your friends that you had invited someone that tried to murder them on multiple occasions to Christmas dinner. You could just enjoy the day with them and stop stressing about losing them as long as they didn’t ask any questions.

“Why do you have an extra seat set up, Y/n?” Yaz asked after the current conversation the six of you were having dried up.

“Oh, I just think that the table looks better that way. If I don’t set up that seat, then it just feels weird.” You lied, but you hoped that no one would question you too much.

“That makes sense. One of my previous regenerations was like that! You would've gotten along well with him.” The Doctor stated before slurping up the neon green, spindly food of the alien dish she brought.

You were going to ask about The Doctor’s previous regeneration because you loved hearing about her past even though she rarely talked about it, but then there was a knock on your door. You thought it was a neighbour at first, but then three more knocks followed. It was him. The Master actually showed up.

“Who’s that?” Yaz questioned.

“Maybe carolers?” Dan pondered out loud.

“I’ll get the door! Everyone stay here. Enjoy the meal.” You jumped up from your seat and ran to the door of your apartment. You opened it frantically to see an anxious-looking Master. You had never seen him like that before and worry instantly washed over you.

“Happy Christmas.” You commented in the hope that it might ease his worry, but it did not.

“Yeah, happy Christmas.”

“Are you alright?” You were about to reach out to hold his arm reassuringly, but you decided against it.

“Everyone else is here, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. I didn’t tell them that you were coming, just in case …”

“Just in case I backed out. I’m not The Doctor, love. I don’t do that to the people I care about.”

“Are you ready to meet them or … ?” You cut yourself off when you heard The Doctor shout about what was taking so long.

“I think we should just get the confrontational bit over with. I am starving and I heard that you Humans eat loads at Christmas!” The Master bumped your shoulder reassuringly as he showed himself into your flat. He wanted to try and seem calm for you so as to not worry you more than you clearly already were. He looked around for a bit, fascinated by being in your space and finally seeing how you live. After closing your apartment door and pulling The Master away from sneaking away to look into your bedroom or break into The Doctor’s TARDIS, you lead The Master to your kitchen and to all of your other guests.

“Who was at the door, Y/n? Are we expecting someone else?” You stuttered for a moment, unsure really of what to say. You had not prepared enough for this part of the day. You felt The Master walk up behind you and into the kitchen. You then saw the faces of your friends contort into various forms of fear, disgust, anger and confusion.

“Hello. Happy Christmas, everyone.” The Master gave an awkward wave to your friends as he anxiously shifted back and forth on his feet.

“Y/n, can I speak with you for a moment?” The Doctor asked, but it wasn’t a question. She was already beginning to stand from her chair and walk out of the kitchen.

“Of course, Doctor. Master, you can sit in the open seat next to mine.” The Doctor and the Master glared at each other when they passed. The Doctor felt betrayed that you would invite him here. The Master was just upset that The Doctor was choosing to ruin your holidays with bickering.

“Why did you invite him here, Y/n?” The Doctor asked angrily once the two of you were alone and as far away from your kitchen as possible.

“Because I wanted to.”

“Y/n?”

“Isn’t Christmas a time for forgiveness, Doctor? And besides, no one should be alone on Christmas, including him.” The Doctor sighed as if she were trapped. She understood your position, but she continued to be sceptical of The Master’s motives. But it was Christmas, so maybe he deserved one more chance.

“I don’t like that you’ve done this.”

“Fine, but can we yell at each other later and just enjoy ourselves today?” The Doctor nodded defeatedly. Then you and The Doctor walked back into the kitchen in silence. You could tell from the faces of The Master and your friends that they all heard your conversation, and frankly, you didn’t care. The Master was there for you when you needed him, probably more than The Doctor and The Fam had, and you didn’t care who knew about it.

It was uncomfortably silent while the seven of you ate. This isn’t what you wanted. You don't know why, but every time you imagined today, the seven of you were happy and joking around. No one would be mentioning the Kasaavin or Gallifrey or the Timeless Child; it would just be a fun day between unlikely friends. It was just seven people with a lot of trauma having a bit of fun. But you now thought that to be a naive daydream and you cursed yourself for setting this whole dinner up.

You felt The Master bump the side of your leg with his knee. You looked over at him. The Master, you could tell, was trying to ask you if you were alright without using telepathy. He knew that The Doctor would have called him out for doing that if he had. You smiled at him before returning to stare at your food. You didn’t want him to know how upset you were.

The atmosphere was still incredibly tense. You racked your brain for a moment about how to salvage the day because the food wasn’t working. But nothing popped into your head. You couldn’t take it anymore. You felt like the day was ruined, that all of your friends were disappointed in you, and that you had forced The Master into a difficult situation for no reason. You needed to get out of this suffocating environment. You stood up abruptly and left the room.

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“What are you doing here?” The Doctor immediately sneered at her best enemy as soon as you had left the room.

“Y/n invited me.”

“You are planning something! I know it! You’ve hypnotised Y/n in order to get closer to us and you are planning something horrible and deadly!”

“I just want to be here because Y/n invited me.”

“No. It’s got to be more than that. Everything you have ever done in your life alludes to you doing something colossal! You would never do anything out of the kindness of your hearts!” The Doctor pointed her finger accusingly before slamming her hand down on the table.

The Master took a deep breath in order to calm himself down after withstanding to The Doctor’s tirade. He wanted to explode on The Doctor; to pull out his TCE and shoot his best enemy in each one of her hearts, but he wouldn’t ruin your Christmas like that. The Master took another deep breath before responding.

“As I stated before, Doctor, if you ever listen, I am here because Y/n invited me. And I didn’t want to disappoint them on Christmas. I’ve heard that holidays during this season of the year are fairly important in Human culture.”

An awkward silence fell over the table. The Doctor was glaring at her companions to back her up for support, but they remained silent. Even though they had been hurt by The Master in the past, and they were currently sceptical of him, but it was Christmas. They just wanted to have a calm and loving holiday season with their friends and families. The Master hung his head low and was wishing for your swift return.

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You initially left the freakishly silent table to just have a breath alone, just in case the tears you were fighting won the battle. You spun around your living room, looking for where you had placed your tissues, and then you caught a glimpse of your Christmas tree, which had many presents beneath it. You grabbed the lot and returned to the kitchen.

“You don’t have to open them now. I just wanted to give them to you before I forgot. Not to mention that this might defuse some of the tension.”

You handed each person their presents. The Master did a double take when you initially handed him his present. He didn’t think that he would be included in the majority of the holiday festivities, let alone this one. He held the present carefully, delicately in his lap. He couldn’t stop staring at it as if it were his most prized possession.

The Doctor almost instantaneously seemed to forget her anger towards The Master and immediately opened her present, which didn’t surprise you. But you breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing The Doctor return to her usual childlike self.

“Oh! It’s present time! Amazing. I’ll get my gifts for everyone! Do you want me to get yours, Yaz?” Dan jovially questioned.

“I’ll get mine and The Doctor’s. Ryan? Graham? What about you two?” Yaz responded.

“I’ll get the presents from the both of us, son.” Graham sounded as he joined in the present retrieving.

Once everyone exchanged presents, Graham and Yaz thanked you and tucked their presents away to open up once they got home. You did similarly to them and put your presents under your chair for later. Ryan and Dan, however, followed The Doctor’s lead and opened their presents as soon as their hands were on them, Ryan more rambunctiously so. The Master just continued to stare down at his present in disbelief. He couldn’t remember the last time someone gifted him something. The Master was going to refuse the present and give it back to you because he didn’t deserve it, but then Dan gave a raucous cheer upon opening Graham’s present to him. It was a brand new and expensive wok.

“Y/n relayed your handiwork with a wok.” Graham said, causing Dan to chuckle in response. But unfortunately, silence quickly returned to the table once the gift exchange was over. To your surprise, The Master was the first to speak up.

“I’m sorry that I don’t have anything to give any of you. I’m not particularly knowledgeable about Christmas and its specific traditions, or any holidays around this time of the year really.”

“That’s perfectly fine, Master. I’m just happy that you’re here with all of us.” You smiled at him genuinely.

“Yeah, you not leaving us on a crashing plane is present enough.”

“Graham!”

“I’m sorry. I-”

“There’s no need to apologise. I haven’t exactly been a joy to be around for the majority of you. So, I’m not going to be petty about just retaliation.” The Master spoke sullenly, and it broke your heart. Yes, he hurt The Fam and The Doctor and threatened them, but you could see that he was trying. You just wished that your friends could see that, too. You laid a hopefully reassuring hand on The Master’s shoulder, but then you felt him tense beneath you and saw that all of your friends gave you pointed looks. So, you removed your hand.

Dan then coughed awkwardly. He didn’t know much about The Master’s antics, mostly just what Yaz had told him, and he just wanted to have a good day with his friends. Despite The Doctor’s trepidation and Yaz’s ice-cold stare, Dan saw The Master as a friend because The Master was a friend of yours. Dan also noticed all the trouble you were putting into the event, and he just wanted to try and help you in cheering everyone up.

“I brought some homemade cookies from my parents and some crackers, too.”

“May I join in this festivity?” The Master asked politely as Dan retrieved a tin of cookies for the table.

“Of course, mate. They’re for everyone.” Dan clapped The Master on the back. You gave The Master a look to not comment and thankfully he just enjoyed the cookies while Dan and Yaz began handing out some Christmas crackers.

Maybe it was the presents or maybe the crackers, or even the cookies, or maybe it was just Dan being friendly and nice as always that helped lighten the general mood of the room. All of you ended up talking about fun things and laughing at random stories. Everyone even enjoyed the stories The Master told. And there was no talk of the bad things that The Master had done in the past, only the fun and funny things.

Yaz and Ryan opened a couple of bottles of wine, everyone pulled some Christmas crackers. You exchanged prizes and paper crowns and all of you seemed to be thoroughly enjoying yourselves. Everyone in attendance had wide smiles and full stomachs and so many presents and knickknacks to take home. But unfortunately, the day had to end.

“Despite the … surprises … I had a brilliant time! Absolutely brilliant.” The Doctor said before giving you a ‘goodbye’ hug.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“I can’t wait to do this next year!” Ryan excitedly shouted.

“Well, I don’t know about that …” The Doctor muttered softly, but you and The Master both heard.

“Oh, come on, Doc, you just said that you had a good time.” Graham countered as your friends clambered into the TARDIS and said their final goodbyes. The Master, though, hung behind in your apartment for a moment to have a quiet conversation alone with you.

“Thank you for inviting me. You obviously didn’t have to. But I very much appreciate it.” The Master handed you the present you have given him.

“Do you not want it?” You were hurt. You put so much effort into the day and the present. You wanted him to enjoy it and to see how much you cared for him.

“Of course I want it. I just don’t deserve it, Y/n.” You sighed at The Master’s self-deprecation. Thankfully he wasn’t rejecting you, but you hated seeing him this sad. That was part of the point of the present, to cheer The Master up during the holiday season.

“Just take it, Master, please. It’s Christmas.” You forced the present back into The Master’s hands and then tackled him into a hug.

“And take care of yourself, Master.” You kissed The Master's cheek and with that, the two of you said your goodbyes for the day.

The Master walked away from your flat bittersweetly. He didn’t know how to process the event that just occurred to him. He felt like he experienced a fever dream of a day filled with his wildest dreams and his deepest fears. And he still had a present to open, so the turmoil of emotions he experienced today were likely not finished turning in his brain.

When he arrived in his TARDIS, The Master brought your present out of his bigger-on-the-inside pocket and stared at it again. You were too sweet for your own good. First, you invited him to join you in your Christmas celebrations, then you got him a gift. Unbelievable! It was as if you were begging for The Master to become obsessed with you.

The Master carefully untied the purple bow and carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper in an attempt to not rip it. The Master wouldn’t describe himself as a hoarder, even though other people had, but he wanted to keep every part of this gift to remember it, and your effort and kindness, properly.

You got him a couple of sets of purple and orange socks. He smiled at this. You noticed his proclivity for statement socks. He took one pair out of the box and observed how heavy it was, not like any pair of socks he had before. He wondered if these were some new Human inventions, weighted socks, maybe made for anxiety havers. The Master then looked inside the socks and saw that there was an item inside them. Before discovering what you had hidden inside the pair of socks he first held, he looked into the other pairs you had given him and, like the first pair, you had hidden more gifts in those socks.

Upon unrolling each pair of socks, The Master found that you had also gifted him a pair of expensive-looking cufflinks, a quaint key chain with a Spotify code of one of his favourite Human songs, “Rasputin”, and a small rubber ducky wearing an “I raided Area 51” shirt. He rolled his eyes at the last gift. He never should have told you that he was actually responsible for that “meme”. Under all of the socks was an illustrated copy of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum. If the socks were anything to go by, you hid something in the book. And The Master was correct. In the section where Dorothy’s house flies up into the air because of the tornado, The Master found a letter addressed to him.

Just like the box, he opened the letter with care. In your handwriting, written by a purple inked pen, you wrote:

Master,

I never want to intrude when it comes to you and your personal space and needs, but I want you to know that you are always welcome at my flat and in my life. I’m not going to judge you or pressure you or rat you out to The Doctor in any way. I just want you to have someone, and I hope that I could be that someone for you.

I know that things are complicated because of your long history with The Doctor and, more recently, everything revolving around the Kasaavin and Gallifrey. But I have really appreciated all of our communications with each other. I actually felt seen and heard by you, and I hope I made you feel the same way. Maybe I could one day get everyone else to see the softer, more caring and more protective side of yourself that you so often hide. You probably wouldn’t like that, though. But thank you for allowing me to see that side of you. I really do love talking with you, and I appreciate everything you have done for me.

I hope to see you again, preferably in a non-threatening environment. :)

Happy Holidays

Y/n

The Master sighed deeply trying to hold back his tears, but apparently, his emotions won over his resolve. The Master burst into tears. Emotions from decades and centuries that he had pushed down now rose up and flowed through him; his loneliness and isolation all becoming painfully aware to him as he read your letter. You really were the only person he had at this moment, maybe in his entire life. The Master would have to prove his worth to you properly. Get you a coat like his, at the very least.

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You stumbled out of your room, still dizzy from sleep, to answer your door. An incessant knocking woke you up from where you had fallen asleep while watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Despite being incredibly drained from the anxiety of the day, you tried to cheer yourself up with some Christmas spirit. You grew incredibly annoyed, however, when there was no one behind your front door. You looked around; no one was down the hall, no one left anything for you, not even a note on the door!

You shut your door, disgruntled, but made your way back to your room. You stopped suddenly in your path, though, upon seeing something previously not there out of the corner of your eye. Under your Christmas tree sat a square, purple box tied up securely in gold ribbon.

You strode up to the box and investigated it curiously. It looked safe, but you were still cautious. Before opening the box, you opened the letter, addressed to you, which was placed on top.

My Darling Y/n,

If I had more time to plan, I would gift you something more sufficient in order to repay you for your overly caring nature. Though, I hope that this will make do for the time being. You may find some extra goodies hidden throughout, but I intend to spoil you greatly with many more gifts in the future.

With love,

Your caring Master

Of course, it was The Master! You smiled from ear to ear both because he got you a gift and because he reciprocated your feelings, but also because he opened your present and enjoyed Christmas dinner.

You carefully, but quickly and excitedly, opened the present The Master had given you. To your wonderment, The Master had gifted you either his purple coat or a coat that looked incredibly similar. You quickly threw the beautifully crafted coat around you, and it instantly warmed you.

You couldn’t help yourself; you were so excited that you had to jump up and down and squeal in pure joy. You then skipped to your full-body mirror and snapped a photo of yourself modelling your Christmas gift.

You sent the picture to The Master, along with the text: ‘I look quite dashing, doncha think? ;)’

The Master instantly peered down at his Human phone, which he kept in order to communicate with you, as soon as he received your message. He smirked and then sent back a reply.

‘Incredibly so! Dare I say, dashing enough to conquer the Universe?’

‘I wouldn’t go that far. I was thinking more of a sexy stranger at a cosy bar…’ You removed your sleep shirt before putting the coat back on, revealing a good portion of your chest. You also moved to take the picture in your bathroom mirror instead in order to hide your Christmas pyjama pants.

‘You absolutely fit that role to a T, love! I hope to see you in that environment and in that coat in the future.’

‘Oh, you will, Master.’

‘Good. ;) Now be a good little Human and get to bed. It might be Christmas, but you must go to bed at a reasonable time.’ You rolled your eyes at his protective nature, but you knew that he was right.

‘Only if you get a good night’s sleep, too, Master.’

‘That coat must have given you my talent for finagling and manipulation, love.’

‘Nope! That was all you!’

‘The Doctor would be horrified’

‘Let her be.’ The Master genuinely smiled down at his phone and the conversation he was having with you. You were so special to him. He didn’t need gifts or Christmas dinner or flirty texts, even, The Master just needed you in his life. You were the best Christmas present The Master could have asked for.

‘Happy Christmas, Y/n!’

‘Happy Christmas, Master!’

#ghost's posts #my writing #fanfiction #x reader #@sessa23 #doctor who #doctor who x reader #the master #the master x reader #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #christmas fic

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iffoundreturntosea · 4 months

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January 1, Day 1

1 day 2015

I've stared at that card for the past 7 months wishing the new year would get here already & it finally has. I have kind of a big resolution that will probably take all year but I want to get off all the medications I'm on, get myself healthy & back to living and enjoying life! #wishmeluck #newyears #resolution #goodbye2014 #hello2015 #project365 #day1

I started project 365 because I needed something to keep me going. I was bed ridden at the time due to medication induced vertigo. It was awful and I wanted to die. It lasted months and my doctor was no help. I was hopeless. I starred at this card that a friend of my mom had made her for months just wishing for a change. That change was me.

1 day 2016

Today was a nice chill day! (January's theme is blue!) #shadesofblue #chill #relaxed #january #hello2016 #picoftheday #project365 #day1

By the time I hit the second year I was ready to mix things up and add a theme each month. Each month in 2016 had a different color scheme, starting with blue!

1 day 2017

Happy New Year!

#newyear #2017 #hello2017 #mayancalendar #january #circleoflife #picoftheday #project365 #day1

1 day 2018

#keyhole #cutout #klaus #dog #pup #bassethound #hound #lazyday #rest #newtheme #differentview #january #picoftheday #project365 #day1

Klaus isn't with us anymore but he was such a good boy!

1 day 2019

I remember last year like it was yesterday...Happy New Year!

This year I’m going to try a new challenge. I’m going to attempt to photograph the National Day calendar for my 5th year of #project365 Should be fun!

#hello2019 #2019 #timeflies #justme #happynewyear #yearfive #letsdothis #create #challenge #live #experience #share #learn #january #newyearday #nationalday #nationaldaycalendar #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #hereigoagain

I did different monthly themes until 2019 and then I did the National Day Calendar. I was so excited for this year!

1 day 2020

The next year I did a weekly theme to recover from the previous year!

It is Time to start year 6! This Time I’m aiming for a weekly theme! Try to guess

#glitter #sparkle #pocketwatch #watch #clock #timeywimey #time #year6 #week1 #january #january1 #2020 #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #herewegoagain

1 day 2021

The 2 years after that were whatever the heck I wanted!

One day I’m not gonna do this anymore but I guess this is not the day! Year 7! No themes! No restrictions! Whatever the hell I want! This is the only picture I took today! Cheers to less stress and more fun!

#nature #outdoors #bug #insect #grass #pecanshell #morningdew #year7 #herewego #nothemes #lessstressmorefun #whateverthehelliwant #january #january1 #2021 #picoftheday #project365 #day1

1 day 2022

The purrfect way to start the year!

#Leo #kitty #cat #furbaby #snuggles #create #artsy #color #fun #january #january1 #2022 #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #year8

This past year I was ready to try monthly themes again.

1 day 2023

A great start to the new year with an early morning hike with Dad, Dana, sister, fam & friends. Then a delicious meal made by Dana and our little christmas celebration together. Love family time so much!

#grateful #aloha2023 #litebrite #january #january1 #2023 #objectofthemonth #picoftheday #project365 #day1 #startofyear9

I got this mini lite brite as a stocking stuffer from Santa! It is so cute!

1 day 2024

It's a new year and the start of my 10th year doing a picture every day! This year I've partnered with my mom, we'll be drawing themes each day. I will continue photographing while she will be working in her mixed media journal. Today was "stones". Which one speaks to you?

#hello2024 #year10 #dailytheme #stones #color #create #art #january #january1 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day1

Alright! That is day one of this year. I officially can't stop now!

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inkycherie · 8 months

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I have had the most amazing summer. In July, my best friend came to visit. I brought her to Paris (her first time), showed her around my town and other neighbouring cities around Geneva, and we drove to the south of France. I made different meals for everyone to enjoy, danced to the loveliest music, and drank the best wine(s).

The third week of August, I went back to the Philippines. We had a long overdue family reunion. Our uncle from Canada also came to visit with his family, and my cousin who works for months at a cruise ship extended his vacation.

We all flew to Zamboanga del Sur to surprise my grandma and our extended family whom we haven't seen in 13 years ! We spent a week there living the simple life, eating pandesal for breakfast, and singing karaoke kahit brownout.

The first few days of September, I spent back in my hometown. I saw Bowie again. I didn't let any minute pass without cuddling him. Whenever I'm in the PH and everyone else is back home, my sisters and I stay in one bedroom with our parents (and Bowie), chatting away until we all fall asleep. These nights were even more special because we were all cooped up in one room while there was a storm outside. Felt just like the good old days when my sisters and I would spend nights holed up in our parents room trying to pass the time until electricity was back on.

I was also sooo happy to walk around the malls with Christmas music already playing in the background ! We bought surprise presents for our parents. My sisters and I chipped in to buy papa his dream TV, and mama a new iPhone. The rest of my money I spent on groceries, more presents for the fam, pasalubongs for Jon, books, Cheetos, Spicy Century Tuna, Vienna sausages, and Spam. lol

We spent my last week in Manila. Took mama, my sisters, and our aunt on a date - brunch in Wildflour and shopping at Rockwell, and then continued to shop in MOA. I wanted to make dinner for everyone, so I made sinigang na baboy which was perfect for the stormy weather. We had drinks with our cousins before bed (red horse, spicy Oishi, and isaw at bbq).

The next day, I brought my parents to IKEA so I can buy them stuff for the house. I could tell mama was so excited to drive back home so she can start using everything we got. Uncle flew back from Zamboanga later than everyone else so the day after he arrived, he went straight to the condo so we can spend more time with him. We asked him to make lola's bistek Tagalog as he is the only one who can make it exactly the way lola does. I am glad to report that I watched him closely as he was making it - even volunteered to be the sous chef - so I will make it for dinner tomorrow.

The day before my flight, the entire family celebrated my aunt and cousin's birthdays. I made some of my specialty meals, and we ordered a bunch of other food. Of course, there was cake.

I flew back to Switzerland on the 7th. I arrived on Friday at 8 in the morning, unpacked my stuff, ate pancit canton, and fell asleep at 16hr. I woke up at 3am still tired, but I managed to clean up and do all the laundry. I was hanging clothes at the balcony even before the sun was out. I found it hilarious. The rest of the day, I spent on the couch still feeling quite sluggish and brushing off the fact that I was having chills, and my nose wouldn't stop running.

Jon and I went on a quick café date and I couldn't taste the coffee nor the pastry I ordered which I found strange but thought nothing of. We did errands and bought groceries but I started feeling sicker as the hours passed. As soon as we got home, I checked to see if I had covid. The test came out positive. Dinner wasn't much fun. I was much sicker so I couldn't enjoy the food Jon prepared for me - he made me the perfect steak which I couldn't taste hahaha and some soup to make me feel better.

This morning, I woke up at 5am and called my family right away. The symptoms are getting worse, and now I have chills, body pains, and constant headache. I will rest more so I can feel better by tomorrow. I just find this to be a silly end to an incredible summer.

#personal #home #homesick

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kittyofalltrades · 1 year

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Poe dameron + Christmas at the coffee shop (so cute, imagine he smells like coffee beans and vanilla ahhhh)

Christmas Caff

Out to get a Christmas treat with Poe.

Word: 905

Beta: myself I can't spell sorry fam

Warnings: Not a single one in sight

You woke earlier than usual to your alarm buzzing and Poe groaning. It was Christmas morning and the planet you’d landed on had a special Christmas caff you wanted to try. You gave Poe a quick peck on the lips and climbed over him to dress, no easy feat since your clothes were scattered from the night before. You thought you were doing well until you pulled on Poe’s shirt; you breathed in the scent of coffee and vanilla, a scent that was only Poe. Once you got a lungful of his scent, you pulled off his shirt and threw it at him where he still lay in the bed.

The fabric hit his face and made him sit up abruptly. He gave you a groggy glare before pulling on the offending fabric.

“What are you doing sweetheart,” Poe asked tiredly.

“It’s Christmas, and you promised me Christmas caff. Come on Poe they only sell it one day a year,” You pleaded with him.

“It’s a good thing I love you,” Poe grumbled while he climbed out of the bed to dress.

While you sat and pulled on your boots BB8 rolled around you chirping excitedly. You weren’t sure what he was excited about but you would not stifle his excitement. Once you pulled on your boots, you bounced on the balls of your feet waiting for Poe to finish dressing, something he was doing exceptionally slowly.

“Come on Poe it didn’t take you that long to get undressed last night,” you whined at him.

Poe chuckled and took his time to lace each of his boots, “If you recall last night was a completely different set of activities.”

You groaned and pulled him off the bed and out of the hotel as soon as he was done lacing his boots. You couldn’t contain the excitement you felt for the Christmas caff, even if Poe was grumbling about it being too early. Soon the walk softened his feelings on being up early and you looked behind you to find him smiling at you. You stopped pulling him down the walkway to push a stray curl away from his forehead. The action made his smile widen and pull you into a tight hug that lifted you off your feet. Your giggle prompted him to spin you in a small tight circle before sitting you back on your feet.

“Poe Dameron gives the best hugs in the Resistance,” you told him while you bumped your shoulder against his.

“Shhhh you can’t tell anybody. They have to think I’m a tough as nails pilot,” Poe answered, giving a fugitive look around.

BB8 beeped out that he recorded the entire interaction and planned to distribute it among other droids. That prompted Poe to chase after BB8 demanding the deletion of the recording while you followed behind them with a smile. For the first time on this Christmas day walking down the walkway of a backwoods planet you finally felt the hope Leia was always preaching for you to have. The hope that things could and would get better. It might have just been the Christmas spirit, but you finally felt it.

You reached the small cafe selling the Christmas caff quickly with a smile on your face. The line was even shorter than you expected it to be so you got your caff quickly. You held the cup in both and breathed in the scent of coffee, hazelnut, vanilla and something that smelled like Christmas.

You brought the cup to your lips, when a hard push from behind you sent your caff to the ground. You looked at your spilled drink and shrugged; you hadn’t left it would be easy enough to get another. Except you turned to find the window shuttered. They’d closed after you’d gotten your drink. Your lip quivered while you turned to walk back to your hotel sans drink. You made it six steps before the tears started flowing. You’d been so excited and waited a whole year and it was gone in a flash. BB8 beeped his concern, and you dragged your arm across your eyes quickly, hiding the tears.

“It’s okay Beebs, it's still Christmas, we have the day off and can do something fun,” you assured the little droid.

“Here sweetheart take mine,” Poe said, offering his cup.

“I can’t you. You waited a year for this, you have it,” you told him with a quick headshake.

“You waited a year for this. I was just glad to be included,” he argued while he pushed the steaming cup into your hand.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure, take it and enjoy it.”

You took a sip from the steaming cup and sighed happily at the taste. It was everything you’d expected it to be; it was perfect and embodied Christmas. It was perfect because Poe had given it to you. Once you finished the hot drink, you turned to him and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Thank you, I love you,” you whispered in his ear. “This was the best Christmas gift.”

“I wish you’d told me that before I spent all those credits on a gift,” he teased. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek laughing at his joke. If he wanted to take back whatever he bought you that was fine, he had given you the best gift already, hope for a future with him.

#poe dameron #poe x reader #star wars #ficmas

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Christmas Eve Eve [Bucky x Reader]

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x gn!Reader, background Sam + family

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Just a Christmas Eve Eve. Nothing special or dramatic, and yet that’s the beauty of it.

Content Warnings: fluff, and be careful not to knock over the blanket fort!, fluff for the sake of fluff

Additional Notes: Woke up, wanted to give Bucky some soft fluffy holiday time this morning, thought about it while I was getting ready to go visit fam for the holidays, wrote it. Thus bloomed this fifth installment of the 2022 Holiday Extravaganza.

A/N 2: Also, just … decided I wanted Sam to have an adorable little family sitch going on because SAM WILSON DESERVES THE WORLD! And of course he’s the best dad and dotes on his kids with any moments he can have with them, and of course loves hard on his queen of a wife. OKAY THAT’S ALL.

A/N 3: I know there are quite a few new faces since posting my Namor fic... and this is NOT that, hahaha. I wanted some soft holiday fluff for Bucky, but I also needed to just take a gentle jaunt after putting my whole ovarios into that fic last night hahaha.

A high-pitched squeal broke into tiny giggles and then a mini human with fluffy hair came running madly past Bucky in the hallway, her father chasing after her, warning how he’s going to capture the toddling little girl and take her away for bath time.

Bucky stopped as he rounded the corner to the living room and leaned against the entryway, taking in the scene before him. Sam had trapped little Leanne on the couch and was smothering her with tickles and kisses while she squirmed in delight, clearly not wanting to escape her daddy’s attention. Closer to the Christmas tree, a modest but impressive blanket fort had been erected. You were hunkered within its cozy walls reading a book with five-year-old Terrence pressed up against your side and a small mountain of books still waiting next to him.

“Samuel!” Janelle blustered in from behind him. “I know you’re doing your daddy thing, but we’ve got to keep things moving tonight!”

“I am but here to do your bidding, my queen,” he said, immediately scooping Leanne up.

“How you manage to save the world when you can’t manage to get this girl to her bath time and bed is beyond me.”

“Maybe I’ll have to try again with my other girl later tonight,” Sam quipped back, planting a quick kiss on his wife’s cheek as he walked past.

Janelle laughed and swatted him away. “If we ever get to bed tonight! You know what we’ve got to tackle later.”

“It’s why I brought in reinforcements, babe,” he called over his shoulder, already on his way to the bathroom.

“You don’t have to take a bath tonight, but you’re going to be next, young man,” she said, pinning Terrence with her motherly stare.

“But it’s Christmas Eve Eve! Can’t I stay up?”

“You know Santa’s still watching to make sure you’re a good boy, he hasn’t packed up all the presents in his sleigh yet.”

“Just five more books!”

“Five?” she exclaimed.

Bucky tried to keep a straight face as your eyes met and he saw you were trying not to shake too much with your own silent laughter.

“Because I’m five!”

“How many books have you two already read tonight?”

“Um… just some. She does the best voices!”

“Aw, thank you,” you said, squeezing his little shoulder as your arm was wrapped around him.

He grinned up at you, then turned his face back to his mom. “Please.”

“One more.”

“Four more?”

Janelle pressed her lips together, but had a soft twinkle in her eye. “Tell you what, you were such a good helper with your sister earlier today, if you go run and put on your pajamas and brush your teeth, you can come back and read three more books if–“

“If?” he eagerly hangs on the condition.

“If it’s okay with y/n.”

Terrence looked up at you again.

Bucky loved seeing that easy and eager smile on your face. “You go brush those teeth like nobody’s business, and I’ll be waiting right here! Maybe Bucky will even read with us when you get back.”

“I’ll be so fast!” Terrence said, jumping up and darting out of the room.

“Thank you,” Janelle sighed, sinking down on the couch for a moment. “Both of you.”

“Like Sam said,” Bucky chimed in, “we’re reinforcements tonight. Happy to help with anything you need.”

“Mostly it’s just that marathon of present wrapping as soon as both the kids are asleep, but if you’re good to read to Terrence until Sam gets Leanne down and can come put Terrence to bed, I actually need to call my mom to confirm their travel plans coming in tomorrow?”

“Of course!” you answered. “Even though I do the best voices, Bucky and I are both excellent readers. Take care of whatever you need to.”

“You really are helping more than you know,” Janelle said, smiling warmly at both of you as she went into the other room.

Bucky moved closer, and you held your hand out to pull him down and into the fort with you. He had to be careful as he settled in among the pillows and blankets, his big frame only just fitting in the cozy structure. As he leaned back into the mountain of fluff piled up against the wall, you cuddle up next to him, and he hummed happily as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey!” Terrence ran back into the room at full speed, pulling up full stop only a foot away from the entrance to the fort. “You took my spot!”

“We’ll make room for my favorite godson,” Bucky said. “Don’t you ever worry about that.”

With a little jostling around, the three of you fit snugly together and got to reading, Terrence sandwiched between you. A whole seven books later – to Terrence’s delight – the young Wilson was ultimately taken away for his own bedtime with Sam. Then the table in the kitchen got converted to Santa’s wrapping headquarters, Bucky and you assisting to bring in presents from the strategic hiding places, pulling out the paper, tape, ribbons, tags, and bows. The marathon truly did last for hours, the last gift finally wrapped just a little after midnight, but the laughter and conversation between all of you as friends made the time and the task go by easily.

You held Bucky’s hand on the drive back to your apartment, the two of you singing along to the radio on and off as some of the melodies drew you in.

You collapsed into bed, and Bucky followed, though you dropped off to sleep almost immediately, and Bucky was up a little longer, his mind buzzing over the day – Christmas Eve Eve with the Wilsons.

Bucky’s had a fair few holiday seasons that have been filled with this kind of warmth and joy. The first had felt unreal and undeserved, but with each holiday – with each everything over the years – he’s becoming more and more natural at just living life. He’s pracitally reveling in the beauty of the normal and the special, forgotten dreams from his 40’s self, the things he never thought about as the Winter Soldier, didn’t think he deserved after escaping that life, but realizing he can have now that he’s really and truly him again. It was the first time doing the holidays this way, and only his second Christmas with you. He wants more of this – the normal and the special firsts, seconds, thirds and more of everything. When he turns on his side, studying the familiar silhouette of you next to him, he knows who he wants more nights of laughter, kisses, conversation, and living life with, too.

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#aspen wrote something #aspen's holiday extravaganza #ahe 2022 #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #fluffy bucky #holiday fluff #bucky barnes x gn!reader

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