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nkatr84 · 4 months

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Happy New Year! 2023

Once again it’s New Years Eve and my yearly tradition of wrapping up the year by reviewing things that have come out but I haven’t had time to write about. Here we go!

Doctor WHO: Wild Blue Yonder and the Giggle

Wild Blue Yonder was just the perfect amount of creepy, mysterious and suspenseful with pure nightmare fuel. And Neil Patrick Harris was perfection as the Doctor’s old foe the Celestial Toymaker. Plus a great regeneration scene to introduce Ncuti Gatwa’s Doctor without having to say goodbye to David Tennant’s 14th.

The Marvels

I liked Captain Marvel and Ms Marvel so I knew I’d like this one. Is it a perfect movie? No. But it is fun. But you do have to watch Ms Marvel and Wandavision to know who everyone or it’s hard to follow along. As my parents found out. They still liked it enough but you have to be a super fan to really enjoy it.

Doctor Who: The Church on Ruby Road

I am so hyped for Ncuti Gatwa’s fifteenth doctor! This was a fun episode and a great introduction to a new companion with a great mystery set up and I can’t wait to see what is next!

Migration

This was cute. Not amazing or super funny but cute. The little duckling Gwen is the best part. That’s it.

The Color Purple (2023 Musical)

It’s well performed and all the musical numbers are great, but if you saw the original you know it’s better. I do like how Sug and Celiy have a stronger friendship and I even like how Celiy forgives Albert in the end here. And the explanation of how she inherits her mother’s house and gets her business is better handled.

Wonka

I loved this. It’s so fun and whimsical with just enough of a dark edge to tie back to the original book and moreover Gene Wilder’s sarcastic chocolate maker in the 71 version. It’s not a direct prequel but it definitely feels like this story could lead to that one. Plus Timothee Charlamet surprised me by how good of a singer he was! And he’s very charming and ties the whole movie together. Plus it’s written by Simon Farnaby of the BBCs Ghosts so it’s got that clever writing in it.

Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom

I don’t know why but I like this movie more than the first one. Maybe because I can feel how much fun Jason Mamoa had making it. Maybe because I’m a sucker for a reformed villain that helps his older brother defeat the ancient evil threatening their family (which is weird that’s it’s happened twice) but I do like the story and the action and that it’s got a happy ending.

What If Season 2

Here we go…the big one…one Episode at a time…

What if Nebula Joined the Nova Corps?

This was a fun neon noir mystery with one of my favorite new characters. And it really proves that one way or another Nebula was meant to become a hero.

What if Peter Quill attacked Earths Mightiest Heroes?

Or what if the Avengers assembled in the 1980’s? Basically Peter Quill is taken to his father Ego as a child. But once Peter realizes what his Dad is making him do, he returns to Earth because he’s still a good kid. He’s still a kid so he uses his new powers to make Coney Island his own playground so Hank Pym Antman, Goliath, Bucky Barnes Winter Solider, the Black Panther (Tchallas Dad) and Wendy Larson Mar Vel and Thor come in to take him in. It’s a fun team up. Especially when you add Peggy Carter and Howard Stark.

What if Happy Hogan Saved Christmas?

I’ve never seen Die Hard, but I’ll be happy to watch this every Christmas! This was fun seeing Happy be the hero for once. With a great return for a villain that we haven’t seen much of.

What if Iron Man crashed into the Grandmaster?

I loved this one! It was great seeing Tony taken out of his comfort zone on Sakarr. The Grandmaster does have that affect on people…lol. It was face paced and clever with jokes and story. Just great.

What if Captain Carter Fought the Hydra Stomper?

This whole episode was a sequel to Captain Carter’s story in season one. Basically it was her version of Captain America:The Winter Soldier but with the Red Room instead of Hydra. Captain Carter is always great and seeing her lose Steve again was sad but then the season plot comes a calling and she gets pulled into it.

What if Kahori Reshaped the World?

This was a great story and it features a new character! Basically Asgard gets destroyed before Odin can hide the Tesseract but it ends up in North America where a Mohawk Indian woman named Kahori winds up getting powers from it. And she’s a great character who I’m sure fulfilled a power fantasy for native Americans and gets to see a superhero like them at last.

What if Hela Found the Ten Rings?

I liked this one too. This basically has Odin banish Hela to Earth instead of locking her away. And while she starts off her usual villain self, we see her change into the hero she could have been. Plus Odin is back to being the worst parent in the MCU since we learn Hela just wanted to rule to gain her freedom since her Dad made her a weapon against her will.

What if the Avengers Assembled in 1602?

Okay I loved this one too. It was fun seeing an Elizabethan version of the Avengers with Captain Carter pulled from her universe to save there’s. And after she meets Steve Rogers, our hearts get broken all over again when they don’t get together again. Basically I really hope they’re building up to having Captain Carter finding a happily ever after with another Steve Rogers that lost his Peggy.

What if Strange Supreme Intervened?

Which brings us to the finale. So this season’s storylines aren’t quite as intertwined as last seasons, but when Strange Supreme showed up in Kahori’s story and then at the end of the 1602 story I knew something was up. And sure enough he tricks Peggy into finding Kahori for him after she escapes him. Turns out he’s been collecting villains and heroes to power a spell to restore his universe. He just couldn’t escape his grief. It’s got a bittersweet ending and Captain Carter has more adventures in store…speaking of which…

Hey Peggy? See that big tree there? There’s a really cute God of Stories in there that needs to be rescued. Just drop him off on Earth 1218 and I’ll take care of him. Thanks Doll.

Happy New Year!

#disney +#tv thoughts #doctor who #the marvels #wonka 2023 #migration #the color purple #aquaman and the lost kingdom #marvel what if spoilers #what if season 2

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icarus-suraki · 7 months

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for the weird asks: 4, 29, 46

Weird asks! Ask me things!

4 which cryptid being do you believe in? I'm pretty skeptical about cryptids in general. I'm very much in the "I want to believe" camp. I like thinking about them, theorizing about them, reading about them, watching low-quality filmed-on-a-potato videos of them, all of that. The Fresno Nightcrawlers have a special place in my heart. But it's always in the back of my mind that there's a logical explanation for whatever someone has seen or claims to have seen, though sometimes the logical explanations are equally weird. It might really have been ball lighting.

All that said, I'd like to believe in Bigfoot. There are so many stories from Native and First Nations communities about beings that sound an awful lot like popular culture's Bigfoot. And given that white people (like me) have a terrible track record of actually listening to Native people when they've explained things (the moai of Easter Island did walk to their places; Squirrel really did teach people about maple sap; the landscape of Australia really was different long ago and people really did preserve that memory) maybe there's something to the really old Bigfoot or Sasquatch stories. I know the stories have gotten all mixed up with European wildman stories and American folklore. Maybe the oldest Bigfoot story is a recollection of an extinct bear, but there's something in there.

Also extraterrestrials. Not that I think they've come to Earth or anything but, to borrow from Carl Sagan, otherwise it seems like an awful waste of space.

29 how do you like your shower water? Hot. Very hot. Extremely hot. Scalding. Boiling. Could make good tea in a cup of it. Just a few degrees below the temperature of lava.

But I like the air outside the shower to be cool (or even cold) because I don't want to overheat the minute I get out of the shower. So I'll open the windows in winter or turn the AC down in summer. Maybe that's weird, but it's also how I like to sleep: cozy under blankets but breathing cold air.

But yeah, mmmmm, hot water~

46 favorite holiday film? YOU WANT ME TO SAY THE CROW, DON'T YOU? Well, that's certainly a favorite holiday film. Gotta watch that on October 30th since that's when the main events in the film happen. But this low budget New Zealand-made Christmas movie called Nearly No Christmas that I saw as a small child is also very near and dear to my heart (any whoever gave it two stars, please turn on your location; I just want to talk). It's kind of about…the problems of capitalism and the benefits of cooperation? Also overthrowing monarchies.

And I love the MST3k episode Santa Claus, which is a slightly bizarre Mexican-made kids' movie dubbed into English. (I like Santa Claus Conquers the Martians too, of course, but Lupita's aggressive cuteness, Merlin's inexplicable presence, the wind-up reindeer, and all the international kids making toys are just too odd. Love it.)

Also Home Alone (the original and still the best) is always fun, even if it is a white suburban revenge story. It's a great movie, don't @ me, but it's still a white suburban revenge story. It's a bit like Hot Fuzz in that all of it's good but the payoff at the end is great.

Never been a huge fan of Nightmare Before Christmas. People have assumed that about me before, which I get, but I'm just not a fan? I'll sing along with "This Is Halloween" and have a good time with it but, eh.

There are a number of movies that I associate with holidays that aren't strictly related to said holiday. I mean, I have a litany of horror and gothic movies that I love for Halloween--like The Crow, sure, but also Crimson Peak, The VVitch, Dario Argento's giallo masterpieces, Ghostbusters (1 and 2 but more 1 than 2; or is that set at Halloween? I can't remember), Dracula (1992), Interview with the Vampire (1994), The Craft, Hereditary, A Tale of Two Sisters (which I can't find anywhere anymore, pieeeen), The Exorcist, Hellraiser (my beloved), weird shit like Beyond the Black Rainbow, non-supernatural horror (or "thriller") like The House That Jack Built or I Saw the Devil, German Expressionism but mostly just The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari, Asian Extreme/J-horror like Oldboy or Suicide Club or World of Kanako… I'm down to watch The Blood on Satan's Claw and The Wicker Man (1973) even though those two are set in spring. Don't care, didn't ask, bring me a snack. (I legitimately have a subscription to Shudder, which is an all-horror, all-giallo streaming service and it's pretty good so I can glut myself there. It's not all gold but what streaming service is? But they're the ones who helped fund Skinamarink, so they do know what they're about.)

Honestly, a lot of what's in the top three tiers of this iceberg is or could be a Halloween Favorite (and maybe a couple in the fourth tier if I'm feeling more like a sicko).

You know I tried to watch that Hallmark Christmas Prince or A Princess for Christmas or whatever it was when it was being talked about a bit and I found it so tedious and so uninteresting that I never got more than a half hour into it (if that).

#ask game #ask me things #anon is on #horror movies

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usopp-writes · 5 months

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Ace's first Christmas as a Whitebeard pirate

Telling Christmas stories

December 11th

"I was wondering... If you never celebrated Christmas, does this mean you don't know any Christmas stories, yoi?" Marco asked the freckled man, as he spotted Ace at the railing, staring into the starry sky. He and Thatch often found Ace looking at the stars at night and tonight he was once more out here, looking at the beautiful night sky.

"There are stories?" Ace blinked, turning his attention to the blond, curiosity shining in his eyes. A low chuckle left Marco and he came to stand next to him, leaning against the railing.

"There is. Oyaji tells them the best, so you should definitely ask him, but I do want to share one with you, yoi." Seeing Ace's excited face made Marco smile. It was a short story he'd heard years ago, but it was one he loved and enjoyed, because it was just a cute, pure story.

"Okay, it's called The Star's Secret Wish. " Marco started and gazed at the sky. "High above in the sky, the Christmas star had a secret wish. It longed to shine its brightest on the most magical Christmas ever. On a snowy night, as a child gazed up at the sky and made a wish on the brightest star, the Christmas star felt a surge of joy. The next morning, the child's wish had come true, and the town was covered in a blanket of snow. The Christmas star, fulfilled by making a child's dream come true, continued to shine brightly, knowing that its true magic lay in bringing joy to others, yoi."

Ace was hanging onto every word. Even if it was a short story, it was cute, pure and innocent. Somehow, he imagined the child to be Luffy, it was just something he would ask for. Snow was fun and Ace hoped they would come to a winter island soon. Maybe he could muster some courage to play around in the snow, if others did so too.

"That was a nice story. I like it." Ace gazed upon the sky, with a soft smile. The stars shone so brightly on a moonless night. He wished his family would forever be happy, safe and together. He also wished Luffy would have a great voyage.

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learninggames40 · 7 months

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5 Beautiful Christmas Stories games for kids

Kids enjoy nothing more than playing games! This Christmas kids can play valuable learning games with Christmas themes. Playing preschooler learning games is the best activity for kids to learn and grow. Here are some Christmas games and story games that kids will enjoy.

Christmas Games.

Play and Discover.

Play and Discover, is filled with interactive animations and puzzles that teach kids letters, shapes, animals, fruits, numbers, and colors. With Play & Discover, kids learn several things by solving colorful puzzles that have interactive animations, this makes it a fun learning experience for kids. Playing adventure and discovery games like Play and Discover are great social emotional learning activities for kids. Games like Play and Discover are great for toddlers and preschoolers as they help kids acquire basic knowledge and teach them about their surroundings. Play and Discover is one of the best cool math soccer as it prepares kids for schooling. With the special SKIDOS Christmas bundle, kids can visit new locations like the north pole, circus, and kitchen within the game. Kids can help Santa Claus pack the toys & presents and build a snowman! The Christmas bundle also showcases underwater life!

Planes.

Puzzles for 4 year olds online are the best way for them to learn and have a good time. Planes is a puzzle game wherein kids can build planes, fly planes, and learn math simultaneously! Planes lets kids build airplanes on their own by assembling 3D airplane parts! Assembling different parts and building planes helps kids develop their imagination, visuospatial ability, and problem-solving skills. Kids can fly and play with more than 10 unique planes. Planes also has thousands of math & coding educational games for 6 year olds, which is plenty more than most online math games for kids. With the SKIDOS Christmas Bundle, kids can build Christmas-themed planes! Kids can assemble several cool planes by putting together their wings, propellers, windows, and wheels! Kids can build a special Santa Plane and take it for a flight!

Bakery.

Bakery is a very unique learning game. While playing the game Bakery, kids learn to bake, use real recipes, and solve math puzzles. Bakery helps kids master math skills with audio and pictures. educational games for toddlers like Bakery teach kids to solve problems, puzzles, and exercises that teach them math, number sense, logical thinking, and fractions.

With the SKIDOS Christmas Bundle, kids get to bake several delicacies with their cute little monster friends! Kids learn to bake real Christmas and holiday cakes with real ingredients. Bakery is a really relaxing game that teaches kids math and baking.

Story Games.

Fantasy Game.

Fantasy Game is a wonderful and imaginative game for kids who love adventure and fantasy. Adventure and fantasy games are great social emotional learning activities for kids. Fantasy Game lets kids explore a beautiful world filled with fairy creatures, like trolls, gnomes, witches, dragons, and more. Kids can create new creatures in the polymorph lab, cook royal banquets for their kingdom, and enjoy soccer high above the clouds! Kids can find keys & jewels, make princess dresses, and make magic potions too. Kids can solve math puzzles during their adventures. Fantasy Game has adventure, math, and puzzles for 4 year olds online.

With the SKIDOS Christmas bundle, kids can visit Santa Claus island and his workshop! Kids can help Santa, ride the reindeer sleigh, and decorate the Christmas tree. With the Christmas theme within Fantasy Game, kids can design winter clothes and make Christmas candies too!

Smart Bear Boo.

While playing Smart Bear Boo, kids get to jump, run, and guide the little bear through exciting levels and practice math & coding. With preschooler learning games like Smart Bear Boo, kids learn addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, number sense, pattern recognition, geometry, and more. Kids can enjoy this fun quest with their whole family, jump, run, and guide the little bear through exciting levels. Kids can collect as much honey as they can and help Boo find his way back home into his cozy cave. Let them watch out for the bees though! Playing adventure games is one of the best social emotional learning activities for kids.

SKIDOS has developed several games with unique themes that interest kids of all ages. Our Christmas-themed games and our Christmas bundle pass is available on the app store. Visit skidos.com to check it out!

#educationalgamesfor6yearolds #coolmathsoccer #educationalgamesfortoddlers

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jof2jokes · 7 months

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firstdegreefangirl · 9 months

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July 2023 Reading Wrap-Up

Total books read: 6

Total pages read: 2,048

Days read: 24/31

Average star rating: 4.46/5

Challenge Prompts Filled: 8 in July; 74 total. Popsugar: 1(24)/40. Romanceopoly: 4 (22)/36. CRAD: 1(7)/12. BTBL: 2(21)/52

Mini-reviews under the cut!

Christmas Angels by Nancy Naigle ⭐⭐⭐(½) What a way to kick off Christmas in July reading! I wanted something that would read with Hallmark movie vibes, and this was PERFECT. Big city exec moves to a small town and takes over the family inn? Where she hires a handsome construction man to help get it ready for open? Sign me UP. It was funny, it was light hearted, merry and bright, and gave me warm fuzzy emotions in just the right places. I loved the motif with the angels coming up with a sort of spiritual reverence, but still finding a logical, yet meaningful closure at the end. Very cute, very sweet, made me want to give up my corporate hospitality job and go buy a tiny mountain lodge of my own.

Prompts filled: BTBL – Cozy read or cover; Romanceopoly – Winter/cover is blue, black or silver; or winter holiday book

The Christmas Wedding Guest by Susan Mallery ⭐⭐⭐⭐(½) I meant to get to this one back at the holidays, and I’m SO glad I finally made the time now. As usual, Susan Mallery hits it out of the park, this time with an added boost of holiday spirit! It’s a double romance – rockstar/small town girl and teacher/parent, two EXCELLENT tropes. I think it’s supposed to kick off her new series, and I can’t wait to see what else comes of the worldbuilding. There are a few characters I’m already eyeing for hopeful plots in the next stories. And yes, again, there’s a hotel at the holidays involved. What can I say? I have a type.

Prompts filled: BTBL – All the romance; Romanceopoly – Autumn/red or green cover; or has trees and leaves on the cover; or has a cozy vibe

Home for Christmas by Camille Isley ⭐⭐⭐ ⭐ ⭐ No hotel this time, but still lots of holiday travel! This was laugh out loud funny, sweet, romantic, grumpy, sunshine-y and everything in between. I blew through it in like three days and have already downloaded two other books by the same author. We love a writer romance, and a not-quite-only-one-bed, but definitely not enough beds forced proximity setup. This one was different than I usually read too, because not ONLY was there a romance budding, but family dynamics fitting together right out of the gate. It’s a predictable plot, but as we know, sometimes that’s exactly what I want. Give me a prank war with a guaranteed happy ending and lots of Christmas merriment, and I am a happy camper.

Prompts filled: Popsugar – A book that was self-published

A Very Merry Bromance by Lissa Kay Adams ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Listen. I knew I would like this one. Anyone who’s listened to me talk about my taste in books probably knew I would like this one. And I LOVED it. Bromance Book Club is possibly the best series I’ve read in a long time, and this one is right in line with the rest of them. It’s funny, it’s sweet, it’s … I mean, the romance goes without saying, but it’s romantic. And this one is Christmassy too, which just makes things better. It’s so fun reading not only the Bromance stories, but the little snippets of the stories the guy are reading throughout the book, but as usual my one regret is that those books don’t exist in full. I’d read the CRAP out of them. As it is, I’ve been thinking about Colton and Gretchen even DAYS after I finished the book. 15/10 recommended to anyone who’s looking for something bright and fun and festive, with just enough emotion to bring tears to your eyes, and always, ALWAYS a big gesture before the happy ending.

Prompts filled: None, I just really wanted to read it!

Christmas at the Island Hotel by Jenny Colgan ⭐⭐⭐ (¾) A last minute pick, designed to fit the CRAD prompt for the month. I own many Christmas books, but as it turns out, all of them are set here in the US. Ended up with this one as an eBook from the library, following some very specific search parameters. It was … alright, and I enjoyed almost every minute of reading it, but it’s not something I think I’d choose to read again. Generally I’m more romance, less women’s fiction, but this book was definitely more women’s fiction than romance. And sure, it’s good to read outside my comfort zone – and this was a good story, without a doubt – but I found myself frustrated a couple of times when it felt like the author was dancing around the romantic elements. The relationships are there, a couple of them are hinted at, but I would have liked to see them fleshed out a little further. That said, Isla and Konstantin are definitely one of the cutest relationship arcs I’ve read in a hot minute. I just wish the other pairings had gotten a little bit of that depth too.

Prompts filled: Romanceopoly – Post Office/set in a different country to where you live; CRAD July – set in a different country or world [to June]

The Christmas Wager by Holly Cassidy ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Alright, full disclosure: I technically finished this at like 1 a.m. on 1 August. But I hadn’t gone to bed yet, and the day isn’t over until I go to sleep, and I would have been done earlier if half a dozen things had gone differently over the weekend. And it was good enough for me to stay up past midnight, running on like three hours of sleep. Of all the books I read this month, it’s definitely top two (and that’s up with some tough competition). I loved the fun, silly competitions, and the heartwarming family dynamics. This book would make an EXCELLENT movie; I could picture so many of the scenes playing out clearly inside my head. It read just like a romance novel should, from start to end, and I’m already eager to find more of the author’s work to read in the future!

Prompts filled: Romanceopoly – Library/free choice

#katie reads #kr23 #july #katie christmases #christmas in july

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Island Interlude

fills the “south of the border” square for Vday bingo. Casey Novak x fem!reader Warnings: language, smut, oral, teasing, edging, minor overstimulation.

Winter was, to say it simply, your least favourite fucking time of year. You hated suffering through it, you hated the snow, and you often found yourself wondering why you didn’t just say screw it and move somewhere tropical. The worst of it was always after the New Year, at least the holidays made it seem like it could maybe be a cute, romantic time, something to look forward to. But the weather always turned in February, blustering in a cold front for the next couple of months. It also brought Valentines Day, which you couldn’t hate more, a holiday made up by business to promote and sell more tacky crap, hike the prices up at restaurants and flower shops when love could (and should) be celebrated every day? No thank you. You usually took a couple of weeks off at Christmas to jet away somewhere all inclusive, tropical and free of screaming children. This year you’d only stuck around at the insistence of your parents.

Which is how you ended up in at the Anatara Uluwatu Resort in Bali for the second week of February. The first couple of days you spent lounging on the beach, taking advantage of their spa amenities, and indulging in delicious food that you didn’t have to make yourself. The end of the third evening you strolled your way down to the ocean front bar, sliding onto a stool, graciously thanking the bartender as he slid your usual raspberry gin cocktail toward you.

It didn’t take long for you to feel eyes on you, glancing up from your drink to catch the eye of a stunner redhead. She’d honestly caught your eye the other day, you’d been lounging, reading on the beach while she somehow seamlessly crushed the surf. You figured she was from a beach city, maybe visiting from Australia or something like that with how natural she’d looked out there. Now, her hair loose and wavy, skin just a touch sun kissed, peaking out from under the semi fitted sundress she wore, she was even more enticing. You grinned across at her, giving her a soft nod of acknowledgement, a gleam in your eye that she returned. You then turned your attention back to the magazine you’d brought down with you.

Right as you finished off your drink, another one was slid in front of you along with a shot of rum, you glanced up again, smirking at the sight of the redhead toasting you with her own shot before you both tossed them back. You pursed your lips for a moment, internally debating with yourself, but when you caught the spark in her eye, you figured why the fuck not? 10,000 miles from home where everyone was celebrating their love, you may as well have some fun. Sliding a quick tip to the bartender you slipped off your stool, moving to the opposite end of the bar.

“Thanks for the drink.” You greeted with a smile.

“It was too hard to resist.” She replied, her voice was like fucking silk and you were sold already.

“I saw you lookin’ from across the way and now I really want to know your name.”

“Casey.” She extended her hand out, giving yours a friendly shake.

“Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“Oh..the pleasure is all mine.” You smirked, “so…Casey…you here with anyone?”

“The bar?” She teased back, earning a playful eye roll from you, “no.” She took a sip of her drink, “figured why stick around at home while corporate greed takes over a so called holiday when I could be basking in a tropical paradise.”

“Fucking cheers to that.” Your glasses clinked as you both took another sip.

“And…” Casey quirked a brow, “pretty girl like you, no ring? No one’s managed to scoop you up yet?”

“Maybe I just don’t want to be tied down.”

“Shame…” her eyes dragged up your body, pausing at the swell of your chest, “you’d look heavenly fighting against it all worked up under me.” It appeared you weren’t the only one ready to just dive right in, polishing off your drink you stepped closer to her.

“Well if you’re so intrigued, you’re more than welcome to come south of the border with me.” You slid the second copy of your key card over to her.

“And if I turn out to be some kind of serial killer?”

“You never live until you risk your life.” Smirking, you began to turn away from her, “bring your suit…or don’t.”

With a wink, you were sashaying across the terrace and back into the resort. You thought it would take a little bit more flirting than that to lock anything down this week, much less which someone as attractive, and probably in demand as her. Then again, most of the resort goers were already coupled up, it was valentine’s week after all. Thank god the celebrations weren’t exactly going on down here.

Back in your suite you changed into your bikini, leaving the cover up open around your frame, pulling your hair up into a bun in an attempt for it to not get too wet. There were already a couple of bottles of wine you’d stocked up on, including one of bubbly that you popped, pouring out two glasses right as you heard the door beep before it clicked open.

“Jesus.” You heard her mutter, pulling a chuckle from you, “you really went all out.”

“Sometimes you’ve just gotta treat yourself,” you shrugged as her eyes drank in the suite, aside from the lavish, twobedrooms there was a large jacuzzi style tub just inside the glass doors that lead to the patio. Right beside that, you had your own mini private infinity pool overlooking the ocean with the sun sitting low in the sky. It wouldn’t be long til you’d have a perfect view of the sunset from the privacy of your own room.

“You certainly are.”

“I usually travel at Christmas. Skipped that this year so I figured I’d go all out.” Plucking a flute from the small table as you rested against the arm of the sofa, you extended it out to her, “champagne?” She chuckled, “c’mon, live a little Case, you’re on vacation.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Taking the glass from you she smiled as you toasted her with your own, swigging down the drinks.

“Good, now c’mon.” You nodded toward the pool, dropping your cover up to the floor, “the glasses float, don’t worry.” Smirking you slipped into the pool, swimming out to the ledge, where there were holders for drinks, but you weren’t kidding about the floating. Turning slightly you watched Casey drop her robe, the deep blue of her bikini complimenting her skin perfectly. She swooped her hair up quickly before delving into the pool, joining you at the ledge.

“This is…fucking gorgeous. How on earth did you afford this?”

“Meh..it took three murders.”

“I-what?” Casey’s face quickly turned towards you, a mix of worry and shock. You barked out a laugh, swigging back your drink.

“I’m kidding! I promise I’m not a serial killer.” You smirked, “but you are beyond cute when you’re flustered.” She blushed, ducking her gaze briefly before returning it to the colour changing sky as the sun continued to sink into ocean.

“Please tell me you’ve done this every night you’ve been here.”

“Mmhm.” You hummed over a sip of champagne, “have to admit though, tonight takes the top view though.”

It took Casey a moment to realize you were referring to the addition of her, the view was already so breathtaking she was half lost in thought as you floated closer to her. You placed your glass down on the ledge, arms softly wrapping around her from behind so she could continue to take in the sunset.

“This okay?” You murmured against the shell of her ear, smiling at the way she furiously nodded, a quiet yes coming from her lips.

Your hands lay still at first, simply holding her to you, admiring the way she dreamily watched the sky. Your lips softly met at her bare shoulder, warming her skin up to the feel of you, a feather light trail leading to the junction of her neck. Her breath hitched when you increased the pressure right on her sweet spot, lips curving in a smile. She rolled her head back onto your shoulder, allowing you full access to her neck, your teeth softly scraping against it. One of her hands reached around, cupping at your head while the other one interlaced with yours on her stomach. Your free hand began to swirl around in the water, tracing patterns on her bare skin. When you bit down on her pulse point her body instinctively pressed into yours, her arms pulling you tighter to her as you began to suck a mark into her porcelain skin.

A flurry of movement and she had you spun, braced against the ledge of the pool while her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. You practically groaned at the way her pillowy lips moved against yours with expertise, her fingers digging into your hair, tugging pieces out of its updo. Your tongue slid across her lips, coaxing them to open, delving in bit by bit until it was rolling against hers, dancing in between your mouths, the sweet and salty tastes of the island mingling in your kiss.

A whimper escaped your lips as she began to return the favour of marking up your neck, your hips rolled into her body while your hands untangled the strings of her bikini top, leaving it to float in the water. Your hands traced up her ribs, cupping at her tits, rolling them in your hands before pinching at her nipples, she nearly shuddered against you, her breath hot on your neck when she spoke.

“Should we take this inside?”

“Certainly sounds like a good plan.” You smirked, kissing her softly as you lead her from the pool. Quickly passing her a fluffy towel to at least somewhat dry off and not completely soak the villa, you wrapped one around your body, leading her to the bedroom you’d been using.

It only took a second for you to spin her in your arms, collapsing down on the bed on top of her with a soft giggle. The towel fell open, and your lips were on her skin before she could imagine. Her hands pulled at your hair, tugging it out of its bun so she could really pull at it. You trailed across her collarbone, eventually reaching her tits, wrapping your lips around one, sucking at her nipple, tongue lapping around it, flicking at it before you let it pop, hardening in the cool air. You repeated your motions on the other side, nibbling gently at first, when she let out a heavy whine you chuckled, biting down harder. Casey cried out louder than you’d expected, a sharp tug at the roots of your hair and you shot up onto your haunches.

“Sorry…” you muttered.

“No…no…” her chest heaved, “uh…fuck…” her brain scrambled trying to make words even make sense in that moment, “strawberries.”

“Strawberries?” You quirked a brow before realizing, “ah…okay…agreed. Strawberries.”

She pulled you back down to her in a laugh, kissing you deeply as your hands continued to toy with her tits. Her hands swiftly undid your bikini top, tossing it to the side, she swung up, capturing one in her mouth. You moaned at the sensation of her tongue rolling around your nipple, clutching her head to your frame. Your free hand snuck in between your bodies, slipping beneath her bottoms, searching out for her clit. As your fingers flicked against it she whimpered, moving off your nipple to bite and suck a mark into your tit.

Casey refused to let you go until she knew her teeth had left what would be a substantial bruise, even though you were circling her clit tantalizingly slow, your hips beginning to thrust against her body. It was when you sharply pinched it that she cried out,

“Oh fuck!”

“Lie back.” You commanded. She obeyed, shifting up the bed to give you both more space, lifting her hips so you could slide her bottoms off. Your hands pressed her knees apart, spreading her legs and you couldn’t hold back a groan at the sight, “you so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

She chuckled, muttering a soft thanks as you crawled up her body, leaving a trail of love bites in your wake, sure that she would be littered in them the next morning. You sucked a particularly large one on her inner thigh when she whined about you teasing, if she wanted teasing, you’d show her teasing.

Once you were satisfied with your work, your mouth ghosted over her pussy, breath hot against the sensitive area. Your tongue darted out, licking up and around her folds, hovering over the edge of her clit, you chuckled at the way her hips shot up, begging for more of a proper touch. Your mouth kissed into her pussy, tongue barely probing into it but even the smallest taste of her had you moaning into her core, it was like candy, honey and heaven all rolled into one. Not being able to resist tasting more your tongue plunged into her, pulling out her juices, lapping at her like she was your last meal. You sucked at her lips, tongue flicking at her clit which pulled a cry from her. You continued to fuck her with your mouth, burying your face into her pussy, arms wrapping around her hips to hold her down.

Casey was a whimpering mess already, her hips rolling steadily against your mouth. Fuck were you ever good at what you were doing, and she could tell you were enjoying it just as much as she was. The dampness from the pool may have evaporated off her skin but it had simply been replaced by a sheen of sweat as she felt the heat bursting through her. Your mouth suddenly moved up, wrapping around her clit, tongue dancing patterns across it while you easily slipped two fingers into her drenched pussy. She swore loudly into the room, the heat burning southward, feeling the coil rapidly building within her as her legs began to tremble. You fingers thrusted into her, curling to find that sweet spot within her, her walls began to flutter around you so you stroked against her gspot once more before lifting your mouth off her pussy, returning to marking up her thighs. She let out a grunt and a swear of frustration and you chuckled.

“Never said I was gonna go easy on ya baby.”

“Fucking tease.” She shot back, earning a sharp bite to her thigh.

“You wanna make this worse?”

“No…” she whined, it morphing into a gasp as you sunk yourself back into her pussy, fucking her with your face with more ferocity than before. You brought her nearly to her peak another three times before she was nearly in tears, yelping out in annoyance as you pulled away again.

“You gonna be good?” You lapped at her, flicking her clit with your tongue, her body shuddered at the contact, “you wanna be good and come for me?” Another lap that had her thighs attempting to shut around you, a choked sob breaking free of her lips in agreement to your words, “I know you can be a good girl, gonna come nice and hard for me.” Your fingers quickly sunk back into her, not holding back as they fucked her hard, your mouth closing around her clit, sucking hard. It only took a few seconds for her string of swears to break free of her lips, her body thrashing underneath you while her juices dribbled out of her. You pulled your mouth off of her, your fingers ever so gently fucking her through her orgasm.

“Holy fuck..” she whimpered. Her chest heaved, breaths coming out in pants as her body shivered in aftershocks.

“You okay?” You murmured, moving from between her legs, careful to avoid overly sensitive spots. Her hand reached out for yours, pulling it to her mouth and kissing your palm.

“Mhmm. Jesus…” she tugged at your hand, “get up here.” Chuckling, you dropped half beside her, stroking the side of her cheek as you kissed her softly. As much as she enjoyed the taste of herself on your lips, she laughed, spanking at your hip. “No…get those off and get up here.” You smirked at her words, quickly kicking off your bottoms before moving to straddle her chest.

“You sure?” You hovered slightly, hands braced on the headboard.

“Oh…you got your turn, I think it’s only fair I get mine.” She smirked, and you nearly gulped at the gleam in her eye, wondering exactly what she had in store.

You shrieked lightly as her hands grabbed your hips, forcefully pulling your core over her face. You steadied yourself against the headboard, surprised at just how quickly she dove right in. Casey’s mouth fucked you with precision moaning at your taste. The vibrations rattled through you and you let out a soft ‘oh’, head collapsing against your forearms. Her tongue delved into you, licking up your juices, her nose brushing against your clit, her hands encouraged you to roll your hips, fucking her face harder than you’d expected. One of her hands reached up to cup at your chest rolling your nipples in time with the way her tongue darted around your clit, toying at it in her mouth, humming against your pussy, feeling the way your thighs clenched around her head as she did so.

“Oh..fuuuck Casey…” you whined out.

You could feel the coil burning deep inside you quicker than you’d ever expected, your hips already beginning to stutter as she altered between your cunt and your clit. She slipped a single digit it, curling and twisting it until she felt your walls begin to pulsate around it, her mouth moved up to your clit, sucking heavily while she pressed right against your gspot and your hips froze, your body shaking above her as your orgasm rocked through you. What you weren’texpecting was for her arms to wrap around your thighs, her hands pulling your pussy impossibly close to her mouth as she continued to fuck you, not letting up.

It appeared you both had your little games to play.

Your moans quickly turned to whines as her fingers slid into you again, curling and dragging exactly where you wanted her to avoid right now, her tongue lapping at your swollen nub in a torturous pattern. You tried to wriggle away, but she had an iron grip on your hip, if you managed to move, her mouth chased your pussy, eager to pull another orgasm from you nearly immediately. And it certainly didn’t take long, you cried out, your head thrown back, your hips vibrating against her, yet she still kept going. Your hand shot down, pulling into her hair.

“Casey…please…” you cried.

“Mhmm..” she shook her head, pulling a gasp from you, “you know the word.”

“Oh..oh fuck!” Her mouth closed around your clit, humming and sucking even harder than before, knowing that she’d be able to pull another one from you as her fingers increased their pace, fucking into you with ease. You yelped, the coil was wrapping tightly, your entire body shaking at the overstimulation, the double stimulation, you knew you could handle one more, you didn’t want her to stop, but right as it was about to hit you slapped at her hand hard three times, “please let me move!” Casey noted the urgency in your voice, her arm immediately letting you go, your body shot back, hips landing just under her chest as you squirted, juices waving out of you, your head braced on the head board as you panted. Your eyes only opened at the sound of Casey’s chuckle, her green ones smirking up at you.

“You could’ve stayed on you know.” She winked. You laughed,

“I’ve learnt some people don’t like that.”

“Well…” she sat up the best she could, “I think it’s fucking hot.” Her lips met yours as she rolled you over gently, “let me clean you up.”

“Case..” you half whined.

“I’ll be gentle, scout’s honour.” She winked again, but was true to her word. Her tongue ever so softly licked around your thighs and centre, careful to avoid your clit, though she did lap at your lower lips, chuckling at the aftershock you let out. Casey crawled up your body, tracing the side of your face with her gentle fingers, as she kissed you, “you certainly are somethin’.”

“Could say the same about you.” You laughed back, “if you wanna shower you’re more than welcome to.”

“And if I just want to just lay here with you?”

“That is very welcomed.” You murmured, kissing her softly as they two of you readjusted the blankets so you were buried under them, curled against each other’s bodies in the warmth of your embrace and the tropical air.

Casey awoke the next morning to the delicious smell of coffee and the smallest hint of sun coming through the floor to ceiling windows. Rolling in the bed she realized you were already up, there was no noise from the en suite bathroom, she debated picking up her towel but noticed yours, along with your bikini and cover up were still halfheartedly tossed to the floor. Rubbing her eyes she moved into the main room, there were a handful of room service trays on the table, most importantly a pot of fresh coffee that she helped herself to. You were back in the infinity pool, your back to the suite as your attention was drawn to the sunrise. She slipped into the water somewhat silently, the water rippling as she moved toward you, pulling your attention.

“Morning.” You smiled, happily accepting the kiss she greeted you with.

“And a good one it is.” She chuckled, appreciating the fact that you hadn’t bothered to redress at all, your naked bodies pressed against each other as she wrapped around your back, careful to keep her coffee from spilling.

“You sleep okay?”

“Mmm..better than okay.” Her lips slowly moved across your shoulder, “God this is beautiful.” She murmured.

“Isn’t it?” Your head turned back to her, a more innocent gleam in your eye than the night before, “makes it all worth it.” You muttered, kissing her softly before you leant back against her shoulder, admiring the shine of the sun over the ocean. It was a while before you spoke again, “you hungry?” Tilting your head back at her you cocked a brow, “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got a little bit of everything.”

“God..” Casey laughed, “you really are part of the mafia or something aren’t you?” She teased.

“No work talk, only island talk.” You shot back, linking her hand in yours as you climbed out of the water. Fresh fluffy towels dried your bodies before you slipped into the cozy hotel robes, divulging into the wide room service spread you’d called in earlier.

“How much longer are you here?” Casey asked a bit later, her hand softly playing with your hair.

“Friday afternoon.” You sighed, leaning into her shoulder, “need to be back and ready to work by Monday.”

“Guess we should make the best of our time then?” She smirked. You laughed, but more than willingly climbed into her lap, wrapping her in a deep kiss.

The two of you certainly did make use of your time together, no matter how limited it was. Early on, you agreed of no work talk, no last name talk, not even where you were both from (though you’d deduced that you were both American from similar conversation pieces). You spent most of your time buried in each other’s arms, lounging on the terrace, thankful for the privacy that you never had to bother getting redressed. You drifted in the pool, indulged in mountains of room service and wine, soaked in the large tub full of oils and flower petals and bubbles wrapped in Casey’s embrace as the sun went down and you sipped on Pinot Grigio. You spent more than enough time exploring your bodies, finding out exactly what made the other tick perfectly, bringing and earth shattering number of orgasms from each other on literally every surface in the villa. It was safe to say when Friday rolled around you’d gotten to know each other very well and were both littered with love bites and bruises that weren’t about to fade just because you’d gone back to real life.

Casey reluctantly bid goodbye to you on Friday as you finished packing your things, finally leaving your villa after one last luxurious breakfast. It was only when she arrived back at her room for lunch that she found a room service spread waiting for her, along with a small note from you saying there would be one for each meal until she left. You certainly were one for splurging on vacation, and she wasn’t about to argue with that. She even more reluctantly left the resort the following afternoon, hating the fact that this little bubble of vacation life was officially over.

“There you are! I was beginning to think you’d decided not to come back from the Maldives.” Rita teased as you jogged up the stairs to her.

“Bali, but thanks.”

“You look good, how was it?” She asked as you entered the building, heading for the elevator.

“First few days were meh, the rest was…”

“You get hit with a week of rain?”

“It certainly was wet.” You smirked as the two of you stepped into the elevator.

“Jesus. How do you go away for a week over Valentines and manage to find someone to fuck?”

“Luck of the draw?” You shrugged, “met her at the bar, she didn’t leave my room for the next four days.”

“Yeah I can tell.” Her gaze dragged up your body, “you might want to do up a couple more buttons, your tit’s purple.” Your hands swiftly did up a couple more buttons right before the two of your stepped out of the elevator. “I expect all the details over lunch.” You hung a pace behind Rita, having never been to the 1-6 before.

“Calhoun? You here for Peterson?” Olivia’s voice broke the silence in the room.

“No, Thompson. Peterson’s all hers.” She gestured to you.

“I’ll need a word with your A.D.A.” You politely smiled, watching as the brunette moved toward the interrogation hallway, rapping on a window before opening a door. You and Rita were a few paces behind her as she called out again.

“Novak!” You expected a female by the sound of the heels on the linoleum but you certainly weren’t expecting the woman who was suddenly in-front of you. You burst into a fit of laughter, half collapsing over yourself while your hand shot out to Rita’s arm.

“Oh Jesus Christ.” The older woman muttered, “are you serious?” You regained some of your professionalism, turning back to Casey as she spoke with a small smirk, taking in your Prada skirt suit and Manolo’s on your feet.

“Well…the two bedroom villa certainly makes more sense now.”

“You had a two bedroom and you didn’t bring me with you?” Rita protested and you smacked at her arm.

“Please, you’re a senior partner, you could’ve afforded you own suite. Besides…I needed the private infinity pool.”

“Clearly.” She teased. You cleared your throat, turning back to Casey,

“My client?” Her face shifted as she realized something,

“Oh…my God…you weren’t kidding when you said your vacation was paid for by a triple homicide!” You simply shrugged,

“I won that case fair and square.” You smirked, “now, I’d like a word with my client, and then we can talk deals,” you turned to Rita, “and then you owe me lunch.”

“And if I don’t want to talk deals?” Casey cocked a brow.

“Then I’ll go easy on ya in court, don’t worry.”

“She’s lying.” Rita cut in blankly, earning a glare from you.

“Oh…I know…” Casey shot back.

You simply swept past her with a smirk as you disappeared into the interrogation room, as it turned out, maybe your little vacation bubble wasn’t over quite yet.

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forever and always ~ Portgas D. Ace x reader

a/n: Merry Christmas! This is a surprise gift for @fireflykaizoku ❤❤❤ Thank you for being one of my first friends here on Tumblr and thank you for always supporting me🥺💖 You are so sweet and kind to me you never know how much your words had affected and brightened my day😌💕 I adore and treasure you so much I don't know how can I even express it so yuh here, I wrote a special fic only for you😍 I hope you'll enjoy this short scenario of y/n and Ace (and WB crew) celebrate Christmas at the beach hehe (yes, I was not asking you that out of curiosity, sorry for lying👀) AND I WANT TO WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS BUT NOW I HAVE TO POST IT BEFORE YOU FINISH YOUR RESEARCH AHDCJSDGCHJ😂😂😂❤❤❤

summary: Partying and dancing with the love of your life 💖

Also thanks to @the-witch-of-one-piece for beta-reading hehe! ❤

"I want to see some snow!"

You said, for a thousand times already. Observing the familiar scene in front, with bright blue sea, golden sunshine, and warm white sand, you couldn't help but sigh heavily. It was Christmas, for crying out loud! Where were your snowflakes and freezing air? Where was your Christmas tree, with beautiful and shining decorations on it, and a pile of presents underneath? Why everything you could see here was endless lines of palm trees?

"It's Christmas! Why can't we go to a winter island and enjoy this day there? Haven't we had enough of the ocean already? We live on the sea every day!"

You whined, looking up at your boyfriend with puppy eyes, hoping that would melt his heart. Ace looked back at you lovingly, but his big grin didn't show any sight that he was moved. The freckled was topless as usual, but this time, he's swapped out his shorts for a pair of bright red swimming trunks. Okay, red could have a Christmas vibe, sure; however, you still couldn't stand the scenery around you. It was no Christmas-ish at all.

"But y/n, you can't ever have enough of Mother Sea! Plus, it's been a long time we haven't go to the beaches!" He said gleefully.

"Yes, and this time we even found an isolated island where no marine is around! Don't you think it's perfect?" Thatch jumped in.

Their face was all beaming with unnecessary enthusiasm; what idiots! You glared at Thatch, crossing your arms across your chest in disagreement.

"No. In fact, I don't see any reason why you people should enjoy going to the beaches. Especially when no one in this crew knows how to swim."

Both men look shocked as if they just realized it now. Thatch put one of his hands to his chest, pretending like your words have hurt him deeply.

"Oh my God, Ace! Did you hear them?"

"Aw, come on y/n! It's going to be fun!" Your boyfriend looked at you pleadingly, and your lips twitched as you saw his adorable pout. He knew your weak point very well, this man.

Other members of the Whitebeard crew stood around you guys, anxiously awaiting your final decision. You noticed that they are all already dressed in bathing suits. Marco had a cute floppy hat hanging around his neck while Haruta clutched tight onto a duck-shaped float. Even Izou has had his sunglasses on, and you couldn't deny he looks extra hot in that. (sorry Ace)

Sighing, you looked back at Whitebeard, who had been silent until now and just lovingly watched over his cubs.

"Pops?" You sounded somewhat imploring, and Pops laughed at your tone of voice. He gave you a knowing look.

"My child, you know you can't beat them! Gurarararara! Just enjoy today to the fullest, alright?"

He added, seeing your broken face in sympathy.

"We will find an isolated winter island next year. And I will decorate a Christmas tree only for you, child."

And that settled things. You hugged Pops tight and pecked a quick kiss on his cheeks.

"Thank you! Only dad loves me!"

Ace was just waiting for that. He excitedly pulled your hand to join him as the rest of the crew swam across the beaches, cheering loudly. The sun was shining more brightly than usual, and above the sky, a few white clouds drifted by idly. You could hear the waves crashing among the cheering of your friends, felt the salty breezes caressing your skin, and instinctively you laughed out loud with your boyfriend. It was such a joyous day, anyway. There was no reason to be sulky and grumpy forever.

And just like the Oldman advice, you had truly enjoyed the day to the fullest. It was such a fun day off, no navy chasing, no enemies lurking around, just you and your precious comrades frolicking all day in the warm golden sun. There was a watermelon slapping contest (everyone had to stop Ace before he smashed someone's head before reaching the target). There was also a volleyball match on the sand. At first, it was just for fun, but in the end, the boys were all enraged and turned it into a fiery battle between devil fruit powers. And Ace even made you a pretty sandman but ended up falling right into it and ruining it all.

You had too much fun that you didn't realize when the sun had already set. Night came, covering the sky with endless glittering stars, and on the beach, everyone had already made a great bonfire. And when it comes to a campfire, it means partying.

Thatch prepared several Christmas-related dishes for the party, as a way to make up for your lacking holiday atmosphere. There were tiger prawns with chermoula butter, stuffing balls, oyster stews, cioppino, salads, and for desserts, he made an enormous Yule Log, cranberry tarts, and lots of gingerbread man. You were grinning ear to ear and enjoying the treat when Ace came over and sat right next to you.

"Your smile's so big I can't even see your eyes anymore." He commented jovially.

"These are delicious," You replied simply, "Here, try some! Say ahhh!"

Ace looked at you suspiciously as you held a piece of tart cake high, gesturing him to open his mouth.

"Wahh! What's got into you, y/n? You've never shared your food."

You rolled your eyes dramatically.

"Right. I only not share with you. But today is a special day, and I'm in a good mood, so open your mouth quick before I change my mind."

Ace chuckled at your attitude and obediently chomped down the special treat that was holding under his nose.

"Uhmm, yummy!"

"And that's the only piece for you."

"I did not come here for that; why are you so cruel, babe." He made a feign hurting face, and you couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"So what do you want, Portgas?"

"Dancing! Come dance with me, baby!" Ace said with sparkles in the eyes and the brightest smile ever. He didn't wait for your response nor give you a chance to refuse, pulling you right up and into the heart of the party where everyone was dancing and singing around the campfire.

You felt the heat of the fire dancing against your skin as you both approached it, or maybe it was Ace's body warmth as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in so close that you could sense his abs on you. Your hand automatically went around Ace's neck as he started swaying you around slowly.

"I haven't finished eating yet." You faked a complaint, and your boyfriend's smile went even wider.

"I'll make it up for you." He promised, pressing a quick peck to your forehead.

"How?"

"I don't know yet, maybe next Christmas?" Ace sounded not too convinced, and you laughed with his words. Oh, how he loved the sound of your happiness, love how melodious and lovely it was for him.

"I don't believe you, firefly. No, especially when it comes to food."

You two rotated in a slow waltz move, which was strange regardless of the vibrant music around. It was as if you were dancing in your own universe, despite everything else in the world.

As if you were dancing to imaginary music that only existed for the two of you.

As if only the flickering warmth from the bonfire and the starlight in Ace's eyes were substantial.

"Then how about...I'll make you a snowman, a real big one when we come to a winter island next year?"

"I'm afraid that you will eventually destroy it as you did to my poor sandman this year."

"I won't," He said quickly, and his eyes became dreamy all of a sudden, "And the year after next, I'll decorate you a Christmas tree, too."

"Oh?"

"And the year after the year after next, I'll, I'll buy you a surprise present."

"It won't be a surprise anymore if you already say it now, idiot." You said, feeling his forehead slowly drop and rest itself against yours. You were too close now, only a breath away from each other.

"And the year after the year after the year after next, uhhh," He hesitated, perhaps running out of ideas.

"I'd love some candy canes." You suggested.

"And hot chocolate?"

"And maybe you could dress as a Santa Claus."

Ace grinned at the idea.

"I'll put your present into the stocking."

"I'll buy a reindeer cosplay. I'll have a red nose." You started to dream about the future with him. It was so lovely, yet a bit wild, to look into the distant future with your loved one, knowing that you two will still be together next year, the year after, and perhaps even longer than that, perhaps even ... forever.

Ace seemed to love that thought.

"You will look so cute, and I will want to kiss you passionately."

"You can kiss me now if you want." You told him, half-jokingly.

"Yeah? Why, yes, I would do it right now, and do it tomorrow, and do it next month. I would do it next year, the year after that, and so on. I would do it every day, everywhere, and forever. I would kiss you forever."

"Forever sounds a bit scary, though." You replied, a bit timid even though sweetness was washing over your soul. Your boyfriend might not very trustworthy when it came to food, yes, but with things like this, you knew he always meant it with all his heart.

Ace looked at you affectionately before dipping down, covering your lips with the passionate kiss he promised; his words still ringing in your ears before every other sound was washed away.

"Not with you, babe. If it were for you, I would love you forever. Forever and always."

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jaehaswhore · 2 years

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things that remind me of my moots <33 because they deserve more love

@bunbyy : champagne and sunshine, PLVTINUM

older sibling that will buy you anything, lowkey albedo vibes, rainy days, feel like you’re in love, the only one that matters, fever dream

@beige-babyyy : low low, WAYV

arataki the one and oni itto, sunshine, cool summer breeze, having a crush on someone, the beach, sand on my feet, the sound of waves

@suunao : juice, brb.

albedo / xiao idk bro you just have that vibe, falling in love, milk in those very pretty glasses, chocolate bear, lollipop

@pockcock : mona lisa, valntn

soft music, artistic, ningguang vibes, colorless flames, plane tickets, art museums, quality alone time, poetry

@meianami : summer nights, the millennial club

钟离先生, feels like home, roses, snow, winter, midnight talks, fairies in the dark, stargazing, long road trips, electric guitars, will protect you with their life

@marklovin : yeppi yeppi, aespa

those cold drinks you have in summer, amusement parks, cotton candy, haechan / jaemin / winter, dancing under the rain

@oikadiors : cool with it, brb.

coffee shop, sledding, mountains, reading romance manga in bed, studying at 3 am, baggy clothes, head bands

@vlyntage : one day, SPYAIR

haikyuu idc you feel like haikyuu, that one fun and exciting friend, slushies, road trips with no specific destinations and music blasting

@xiaosmoon : dreamer, NCT 127

taking the train through the alps in switzerland, crisp winter air, christmas, chaotic friend group, hot chocolate by the fire place

@luminly : road trip, NCT 127

library, “lecture hall” aesthetic, enemies to lovers, brown colored clothes, airpods everywhere you go, honey

@asmos-pet : island, youha

older sibling vibe, cherry picking, chrysanthemums, the feeling of wind flowing through your hair, naps

@luvrindou : just friends, audrey mika

butterflies, gardening at home, snuggling with your cat, studying harder than ever, 3 am grocery shopping

@zeunji : all my friends are dead, the dinosaur’s skin

roller coasters, summer songs, reading quietly at home, cabin in the woods, concerts, thunderstorms, stars shining

@reizgore : heart attack, loona

falling in love again and again, travelling the world, singing along to your favorite songs, turtles ?? they’re cute

@sunball : meow, lvusm

journaling, star gazing with friends, roller skating, believing in the future, disney movies, “magic is real”

@yenshu : better, jeremy passion

flowers, home, wooden floors, pine trees, the smell of home cooked food, snowball fights, led lights, white

@mystiicwinter : summer on you, prettymuch

younger sibling, rom-com movies that are actually good, soft toys, sitting in an empty field, cute animals

@th9ma : iconic, aespa

messy drawers, !!!!, hoodies, sharing deserts with friends, reading and writing poems, everyone looking at that one hot person

@kariishq : like 1999, valley

dreams, polaroid or disposable cameras, sun shining down on you in winter, cherry blossoms, sigh of relief

@ttaechi : misfit, NCT U

chaos, leaves crunching in autumn, watching true crime stories, ghost hunting, folding paper stars, glitter

@s0ggyy : 2002, anne-marie

childhood friends, dancing in the dark with music blasting in your room, kaeya :o, stickers, computer games, kissing the person you like on the roof

@samugiris : growing up is ____, ruel

movie marathons, bubble tea, that one nice shop employee who smiles at you, gloomy skies, flowers in the rain

@amosthirst : camping, dept

paintings in the museum, rain falling on statues, romance anime / manga, sleepovers, running through the forest at night, happy thoughts at midnight

#(´▽｀) — moots #?? — hmm

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just-cant-stop-writing · 3 years

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SSO Nostalgia

As told by someone, who started playing all the way back in 2014.

- Non-Star Riders only get Moorland, Fort Pinta and Nilmers Highland. Oh, also, no jumping, heehee.

- If you yeet your horse off a cliff too many times, you get sent back to your homestable and have to take care of it (Im not sure if this doesnt happen anymore, or what, I just havent had this happen to me in years)

- Winter has come to Jorvik. There is snow. Everywhere. You go set up a christmas tree in Silverglade. There is so much snow. Everywhere.

- You open the games files and delete the pants or whatever it was. You open the game. Everyone is a wild horse. You go roleplay with your club. Then they ban this because it messes up the files alot. You are sad, yet not surprised.

- Ferdinands travelling market actually travels. You read on SSO News that it is coming to Fort Pinta. You are delighted. Youve been saving up Star Coins for months. You go to the ferry and see the market. You trot around the horses and buy the one youve been wanting. It is ugly as hell. You are so happy.

- Gen 2 Quarter Horses just released. You are in awe. They look so realistic. Youve never seen something so realistic in this game ever. So graceful. So beuautiful. They move their mouths and ears even! So realistic. So pretty. You go buy one. They are so cool.

- There is disco in Fort Pinta today. It means something to you for some reason. You go dance. Yay you!

- Joshes Pole Bending race. Is in Moorland.

- The old sounds. Shit im gonna cry.

- The iceberg exists (I actually never got to see it in game, I hadnt unlocked Golden Hills back then, and Im so mad about it, it must have been so cool :(()

- The ferry is actually useful and you love taking it.

- The Horse Island!!! Is a thing!!!! You have just finished training one of your horses. You dont wanna take care of them every day or waste SC on Stable Care. You go to your stable and decide to give him a vacation. You click your board and for some SC, you send him to The Horse Island. You cant ride him while hes there, but you dont have to take care of him either. You can bring him back whenever you want and he will be either completely happy, or almost, depending on how much you payed. An animation plays. Your horse waves you goodbye.

- There is a cute ginger cat greeting you on the loading screen, giving you some tips. Little do you know, your time together is getting shorter.

- It is SSOs fourth birthday. You get 400 SC. Just like that.

- It is April Fools. You go to the championship starting area. There is a blue bunny, offering to change your starter horses texture. You have a pink horse now. This is so much fun.

- The Demacus Mine. Is scary.

- Everything is consistent and makes sence.

- The GED construction site is there and you know about it.

- Lorettas race goes all the way to the bridge. You dont know when they shortened it. But it feels wrong that way.

- You can enter the game through the website. So cool.

- The Jorvik City update comes. You have to wait for the bus to come. Keep the ticket on you, you cant go without it!

- Your friend tells you your horse can die if you dont take care of it. You are scared. To this day youve never heard of anyones horse dying.

- The game is so fun

- You are so, so happy

(feel free to add your own)

#sso #star stable #star stable online #sso nostalgia #back in my day #pov: you claim youre an old player and my gatekeeping ass comes to get you #pov: 2011 players swarm around me #pov: i am doomed

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emotionallyits2009 · 3 years

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deancas fic rec list!

hello everyone! happy christmas to those who celebrate it, my gift to you is my fic rec list that i said i would make like a month ago. the only thing it is organized by is canonverse vs alternate universe. tried to cover a variety of subjects but there are in particular many fics of the genre “postcanon where cas is human and he and dean live together and slowly finally get their shit together” because i know what i’m about, son. HOPE U ENJOY. and if you wanna talk about any of them or rec me other fics please do. :)

Canonverse:

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo, 30k, explicit “Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.” There are many fics set in a post-canon universe where Cas is human and he and Dean live together and slowly fall into a relationship. Imo this one is the best of the best of that genre. This was one of the first fics I read back in July when I was getting Back Into Supernatural where I was like oh fuck I’m like in this. Dean builds Cas planters and bookshelves and a chicken coop and they fight and work through it.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits, 10k, explicit For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental. It puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless. Really Gets the dynamic of Cas doesn’t think Dean wants him to stay/Dean thinks Cas will leave the first chance he gets. Also a nice example of Cas thinking he’s not wanted if he’s not useful/powerful and being told otherwise. Another all-time fave!

lonely hearts by outphastthemoat, 4.5k, gen He thinks he might give up having his own anything just to be able to step foot inside the room next door and sit on the edge of Dean’s bed instead. This one is for the CAS GIRLS who know what LONELINESS feels like.

Helionneiros by aeli_kindara, 24.2k, mature In which Dean visits his mother, and Claire takes Cas on a hunt. I’m always on the lookout for more fic with Claire and Jack. Jack doesn’t show up until the end here but the relationship between Cas and Claire is really nice.

Crawl by aeriallon, 11k, explicit It’s been almost four years since Castiel left Kansas; he'd eventually settled in an island town where he has a job, a house, and a life without the Winchesters. Every winter, Dean drives down to the coast to see him. Another fic where Cas is human but in this one he took some time for himself and got some distance from the Winchesters! He gets to be competent and weird as a human and we love that for him. I must warn you all that this fic contains one use of the phrase “making love” which would normally put me right off but it’s still worth reading. The first of a three-part series.

home where you hold me by microcomets, 1.6k, gen Cas and Dean, in the moments between their battles, ache for quiet spaces. Technically this is a coda to 10x20 but you don’t need the episode for context. Short and very sweet.

Build a Home by domesticadventures, 20.1k, teen After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them. He doesn’t. This one is so cute it’s like what if once they were done saving the world Sam and Dean actually invited other hunters to move into the bunker with them. Obviously Dean wants that to include Cas but doesn’t know how to use his words.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo, 22.4k, explicit This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore. Angst fic! They go on a road trip and Dean is severely fucked up post-Mark of Cain.

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon, 8.6k, explicit No one ever tells Dean anything. Another nice getting-together fic.

Creature of Habit by trinityofone, 5.2k, teen The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well. This one is ancient by destiel standards (written during season 5) but it manages to nail the married couple vibes they give off in later seasons. Cas is a bitch and Dean likes him so much. <3

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by Tuesday, 11.2k, mature Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. Another old one that is a lot of fun! They get Accidental Angel Married and if you don’t enjoy dumb fanfiction tropes like that I don’t know what to say to you.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi, 4k, teen In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything. The OTHER accidental angel marriage fic written in 2010.

Crazy Diamonds by pantheon_of_discord, 24.8k, explicit A week ago, Dean was pulled out of Hell. Now, he’s apparently woken up in 2018, and the angel that a mere twenty-four hours beforehand had threatened to chuck him back into the pit is sleepily pouring himself coffee and wearing Dean’s second-favourite Zeppelin shirt. It all seems like a perfect happy ending, but with Hell’s scars still so fresh, Dean can’t imagine how he could have possibly gotten there. At the same time, the Dean who went to sleep in the bunker, right next to Cas, wakes up on Bobby’s couch in 2008. He’s instantly bombarded with questions by a Lilith-obsessed brother and a man who’s been dead for years, and must decide between keeping his finally-perfect life intact, and the lives he could save by re-writing history. Regardless of these choices, both Deans are trapped in the wrong decade, and their only way back lies with a Castiel still very much under Heaven’s thumb – one who might find the future Dean describes difficult to believe. Time travel is FUN. There’s an excellent part where (minor spoilers) future!Dean is like, “Guess what, asshole? You like me so much you marry me!!!!!!!!!!!” to 2008!Castiel that made me laugh out loud the first time I read it. Also just a good reminder of how most problems in life are temporary and if you could go back in time to talk to your younger self you’d be like, “Hey man. Chill out. You get through it.”

The Path of Fireflies by museaway, 63.7k, mature After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years. There’s a lot of amnesia fic and djinn fic out there were Dean wakes up ~suddenly together with Cas~ but I like this one in particular because he’s initially very confused and kind of a dick about it until he acknowledges that being with Cas makes him happy.

take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden, 95k, explicit Three months ago, when Dean decided to retire, he thought his life was going to end up differently. He'd thought that he might get to have it all, Sam, Cas, Jack, and nice little place to live. Instead he gets Sam and Jack off on their Summer of Love Tour, radio silence from Cas, and a never-ending road trip consisting of himself. Still reeling from the loss of his grace, Castiel travels the country in search of hunts. Driven by a need to prove his usefulness, he pushes himself beyond all limits of endurance. Together, with the help of a few friends, a crumbling Victorian house, and a stray cat, Dean and Castiel patch themselves back together and create a home together. Do you wanna read almost one hundred thousand words of Dean and Cas having extremely intense feelings but refusing to voice them aloud? Haha of course you do that’s why you’re here. There’s also a lot about Cas adjusting to being human and being depressed about it which might resonate if you’ve ever felt weird about having a body. To be honest the author could stand to use a few more commas but there were also half a dozen moments that made me put my phone down and drag my hand slowly over my face and whisper “oh my god” to myself which is like, the ultimate measure of a good fanfiction so it gets to be on the list.

like moses and batman and james dean by saltyfeathers, 31.6k, explicit dean used to turn tricks. over a decade later, he met cas. Have you seen the fanon (apparently pioneered by Mr. Jackles “Original Deankin” Ackles himself) that Dean used to prostitute himself to feed himself and Sam when they were younger? Are you interested in exploring that concept in fanfiction? Well, this is the only fic you need. Mind the tags on this one! It’s not what I’d call happy but it’s good.

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircases, 47k, mature It’s September of 2005, and Dean Winchester, in an attempt to outrun old mistakes and painful memories, finds himself in southern Kentucky on a wild goose chase. He’s completely certain this weird religious movement he’s “investigating” is a hoax, despite the miraculous healings people report, and he’ll be back on the road in a day or two. Things are looking up when he meets Cas, an awkward (and gorgeous) graduate student who’s actually doing honest-to-god research into the local tent revival meetings. When that research takes a weird and personal turn, Dean’s left to face two very serious realities: one, this may be a real case after all, and two, he’s fallen way harder for Cas than he should ever have let himself. Stanford-era AU of Dean trying to avoid his father and getting in over his head on a case.

Alternate universe:

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets, 57k, mature Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen. Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen. Mundane AUs in this fandom have to be really, really good to catch my attention and this one is! It’s exactly what it says in the summary and the characterization is spot-on.

Out to Drift by deathbanjo, 20.9k, mature Dean drives a black car with a loud engine. He lies too easily. He keeps a gun in the back of his jeans, and Castiel isn’t sure, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Dean has killed someone before. Two people in fucked-up unstable situations meeting and forming a connection. Honestly guys I really just love deathbanjo.

#fic #deancas #destiel

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berrynarrybanana · 3 years

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Holiday Wishes, Mistletoe Kisses

A/N: This was meant to be a blurb, but I got carried away. I honestly don’t know how I feel about it, but I wanted to post some Christmassy stuff in between now and Deck the Halls, so here’s a little something. It’s basically over a thousand words of Harry pining for some girl he just met. That seems to be my favorite trope, yeah? Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I hope that you all remember that Christmas isn’t about what you have or what you’re able to give, it’s about spending time with the people you love the most. I’m always here for you all if you need me and I love you loads. Thank you!

Word Count: 5.1K+

Warnings: A little smut, pining, flash forward, ofc

Prompt: “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not” | Taken from this post here!

It wasn’t that Harry hated Christmas.

He loved spending time with his family, drinking mulled wine and talking shit with his Mum and Sister on the couch until the morning light. He loved the Christmas cookies that everyone seemed to bake just for him. Every single one of his friends would wrap them up in cute, candy cane striped cellophane bags with a little bow as if they were worried he’d been deprived of sweets. He loved the warmth that enveloped him when he stepped into any building, dodging the cold winter winds and brutal snowflakes that hit his skin. He loved most things about the season, but he truthfully hated the actual holiday itself.

He hated the music, each song covered by about twenty different artists, (yet, they always sounded the same, somehow), playing on a loop on every single Christmas station. He hated how rude people were in the shops and on the road, as if their time was more important than anyone else's. He hated the stigma around giving expensive gifts, stressing over the perfect thing to get each of his friends. If he could, he’d give them all something homemade, but he was shit at doing anything crafty.

His boots crunched against the snow as he walked towards his mother’s front door.

He let himself in, kicking his shoes off before he removed his scarf and his winter coat. He could hear laughter from the kitchen, Gemma and his Mum giggling far too loud. They must have cracked into the mulled cider a little early, and truthfully, he was jealous. He’d spent the last four hours stuck in traffic listening to white Christmas over and over and over again. He shut the front door as Evie wrapped herself around his legs, her soft purring catching his attention as he glanced down at the black and white kitten.

“Hiya, darling girl.” He crouched down, scooping her into his arms before he delivered a series of kisses over her head. “Daddy’s missed you, eh. Have you been good for your nan?”

She meowed in response, causing Harry to coo at her before he scratched under her chin.

“That’s my girl.” He pressed another kiss to the top of her head before setting her back to the ground.

He knew they would indulge in several cuddle sessions over the next few days, so he wasn’t worried about missing his one and only pet this holiday season. He walked through the house, finding his way into the kitchen where Gemma was tipping back a glass of dark red liquid, and his Mum was rolling out cookie dough with a bright smile on her face. What Harry wasn’t expecting, was the curly haired girl with a cookie cutter in her hand next to his Mum.

“Hello!” He called out, offering a smile as he walked over to the kitchen island. “I see we’ve started having fun already.”

“It took you forever to get here!” Gemma said defensively, picking up a chocolate kiss before tossing it at Harry. “Do you want a drink?”

“Something hot, it’s like the bloody tundra outside.” He shivered at the thought of the harsh wind, his eyes trailing back towards the new girl.

“Stella makes the best peppermint hot chocolate you’ve ever had in your life.” Gemma groaned out, her eyes rolling back in her head. “She puts peppermint vodka in there.”

“I can make you one if you’d like?” Stella’s voice was soft and painfully american. “We’ve got a slow cooker full of hot chocolate.”

“If you don’t mind.” Harry gave her a smile as he pulled out a stool, sitting next to Gemma. “Nice to meet you, Stella. I’m Harry, by the way.”

“She knows who you are.” Gemma reached over, pinching Harry’s side. “Stella is a new transfer at work. She’s new to England, and we thought we’d show her a proper English Christmas.”

“Stella, love, you should probably find another family to spend Christmas with if you want a proper English Christmas.” Harry snorted. “Ours is half arsed at best.”

“We have a lovely Christmas, thank you.” Anne piped up, flicking flour in Harry’s direction as Stella laughed softly. “Don’t scare the poor thing off, we’ve just made her feel at home.”

Stella turned her back, walking towards the stove.

“I suppose we do have a good time.” Harry hummed out. “I can’t wait to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas for the millionth time.”

“They’ve got an animated one now!” Gemma exclaimed. “We’re going to do a double feature.”

“Lovely.” Harry rolled his eyes.

Moments later, a steaming mug of hot chocolate laced was placed in front of Harry.

He looked down at the grinch mug before looking back up at Stella.

“Thanks.” He offered her a smile, but she merely nodded back at him before taking her place next to Anne again.

He watched her, sipping at his drink as Gemma and Anne chatted about some Hallmark movie that was meant to premiere at some point during the week. She wasn’t normally the type of girl that he dated, but he had to admit that she was beautiful. Her cheeks were round, a soft blush smeared over them that he assumed came from a makeup product. Her lashes were thick, and long, shadowing her hazel colored eyes. She had thick brows that seemed a little unruly, and plump lips stained with a plum colored lipstick that matched her smoky, purple eyeshadow. He wasn’t a huge fan of the plum color, but he had to admit that it brought out a lot of the warmer tones in her eyes and in her beautiful, brown skin. He also thought that it complimented the lighter strands in her curly brown hair that bounced about everytime she turned her head.

He tried not to be too obvious with his curious gaze, but he couldn’t help it. He was almost mesmerized by her beauty, but he was more so confused by his attraction to her. She was far too quiet for his taste, her eyes cast down on the cookies she’d been cutting out for the last few minutes while everyone else chatted.

He watched her place them on the tray carefully, obsessing over how they landed before she reached for the colored icing. He watched her pipe onto the little shapes, her tongue nestling in the corner of her mouth as her unsteady hands worked diligently on the cookies.

This was a Styles family Christmas, and the Styles were a rowdy and messy bunch. He’d never seen his Mum or Gemma put that much work into sugar cookies before, and it was almost painful to watch her perfect each and every one before she slipped the tray in the oven. He watched her reach for the cheeky little chicken shaped oven timer that Gemma bought when his Mum fist moved into this house. In all of those years, he’d never seen anyone actually use it.

“Did you hear me, my little turtle dove?” Anne brushed her hand over Harry’s back as he sipped at his cocoa. “They’re calling for a huge storm this weekend, are you packed for that?”

“I left some stuff here the last time I was around.” He turned his head, smiling back at her. “I think I should be fine if I get stuck with you lot.”

“Good.” She nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, Mumma.” He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into a hug.

The warm scent of vanilla and musk greeted his senses, flooding him with comfort and nostalgic memories of cuddling with Mum on the couch. He missed having her around him. He missed having his best friend around to comfort him when he needed it the most. When he let go of her, his heart sank a little in his chest. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head before moving back to work on more cookie dough.

“Why are you making so many cookies?” He asked, brows furrowing as he brushed his fingers over the sickly green mug with the cartoon characters face on it. “Do you plan on feeding an army?”

“No, but Stella suggested that we take some down to the local homeless shelter on Christmas Eve.” Anne smiled over at the girl. “That’s her family's Christmas tradition, and since she’s not with them this year, we thought we’d make it happen for her here.”

“Thank you again, for agreeing to this.” Stella smiled at Anne. “It really means the world to me, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“You’re a part of the family now, dear.” Anne teased. “Even if you’re not spending Christmas with us, this little tradition of yours has been officially integrated into our own Christmas tradition. We’ll always have a little bit of Stella with us during the Holiday’s now, eh.”

Stella laughed at that, reaching her arms out to wrap Anne in a hug.

Harry almost felt a little jealous at how seamlessly she fit in here.

“If you keep staring at her, she’s gonna want to run back to America.” Gemma nudged her elbow into his side. “We get it, she’s hotter than you.”

“Oh, shut up.” Harry rolled his eyes at Gemma as she smirked. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Okay, Casanova.” She snorted. “Whatever you say.

Harry wasn’t sure why he was hard.

He just wanted to close his eyes and go the fuck to sleep.

After a long day of travel, and an even longer evening filled with Harry pulling down Christmas decorations from the attic, he just wanted to sleep. He wasn’t looking forward to taking the annual trip to the Christmas Tree Farm tomorrow. Since Robin passed, Harry was the only man in the family, which meant that he often had to do the heavy lifting. He found that most of his strength lay in his core, despite the amount of lifting he’d done to buff up his arms, and he wasn’t looking forward to tossing a tree on top of his car while everyone watched.

Truthfully, that was the worry that should have been plaguing his mind as he lay in bed. Instead, his mind was lost in hazel colored waves that crashed on dark plum shores. He couldn’t stop thinking about Stella’s eyes or her perfectly shaped lips. He spent most of his night watching her drink from a wine glass, her cheeks turning a shade darker with each joke that she shared with his family. If there was one thing that he was shocked about, it was the dry humor that tumbled from her perfect plum colored lips. She was a funny girl, despite being quiet, and he laughed at every single joke she told without shame.

As he shifted his about, trying to avoid any further thoughts about her lips, the tip of his cock brushed against the warm flannel of his pajama pants. He let out a throaty groan, reaching down to push his palm into the crotch of his pants to soothe the pressure building in his lower belly. He couldn’t jack off to the thought of Gemma’s new friend, it would be awful, and it would surely land him on the naughty list. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to picture her lipstick staining his lower belly, his upper thighs, and eventually...the shaft of his cock. But after a few minutes of trying not to think about it, that was the only thing he could see behind closed eyes.

With an annoyed grumble, he dipped his hand into his pajama pants, tugging his cock out while his free hand pushed the band of the pants down his hips. He licked over his dry lips, making a mental note to buy some chapstick tomorrow as he gave himself one, swift stroke. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to moan as he brushed the pad of his thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. He was pathetic, dripping down his cock over a girl that he barely knew. He couldn’t believe that he was being that guy right now, tugging at his cock desperately to the thought of a beautiful girl on her knees for him. He wanted so badly to have her there, whispering filthy words in that gentle tone she had, encouraging him to cum on her tongue.

When he did cum, her name spilled from his lips.

His chest was heaving as he came down, the tinkling of Stella’s laughter filling his ears.

Seconds later, he heard her bid goodnight to Gemma before the door next to his own shut.

He was totally fucked for this girl.

The next morning, he didn’t expect to see Stella sitting at the breakfast bar when he came downstairs.

He stopped in the doorway, his cheeks growing warm as he looked over her sweater covered back. Thoughts of her name tumbling from his lips last night flooded back as he looked at her. She was wearing a lavender colored, cable knit sweater, and her curls were tied up in a messy ponytail on top of her head. Most of the curls had fallen out, covering up some of her neck alongside her fingers. Her cheek was propped on her palm, her gaze focused on her laptop as she lifted a mug of steaming liquid up to her mouth with her other hand.

Harry cleared his throat, walking toward the stove so he could put the kettle on. No one else in the house would be up for hours, but Harry couldn’t turn off his internal alarm clock no matter how he tried. He also hoped that he might find a moment of peace from the very girl sitting in his Mother’s kitchen. She haunted his dreams, her face playing on the silver screen in his mind all night long. He hated how infatuated he was with this woman that he barely even knew.

“Morning.” She spoke up first, her voice scratchy and tired. “Did you sleep well?”

“Splendid, yeah.” He nodded, filling the kettle with water. “You?”

“I’ve slept better, but that’s to be expected.” She said softly. “I spent a little bit of time on a skype call with my brother’s, so I was up longer than expected.”

“But you’re up fairly early this morning, aren’t you?” He put the kettle on the stovetop before turning around, his eyes landing on hers. “Why’s that?”

“I wake up this early anyways.” She smiled at him. “I usually like to go for a walk in the morning to wake myself up.”

“That’s nice.” He lifted his hand, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “I usually like to go for a swim or a run in the morning, too.”

“Where do you swim?” She asked.

“There’s a men’s swimming club not too far from my home in London.” He said. “It’s freezing cold, but you get used to it after a while.”

“Jeeze, you swim outside in this weather?” She lifted her head from her palm, her eyes growing wide. “I could never.”

“It’s an acquired taste.” He chuckled softly. “What are you working on?”

“A new piece for my blog.” She said. “I started out using it as a diary of sorts, but people apparently love reading about the disaster that is my life.”

“I’m sure it’s not all horrible.” He hoped that he sounded encouraging and not rude. “You seem like a lovely, and positive person.”

“I try to be.” She shrugged, reaching for her mug. “I could say the same about you.”

“I try to be.” He smiled at her. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“Oh, I was actually thinking of popping down to this little bakery Gemma told me about-”

“Mandeville’s.” His heart picked up, a smile stretching across his lips. “Had my first job there.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” She laughed, wrapping both hands around her mug as she leaned back in the barstool. “I figured I’d go grab some pastries for everyone. I know it’s kind of a busy day with the Christmas Tree Farm, so I thought it would be best if your Mum didn’t feel the need to cook.”

“She would love that.” Harry said. “Maybe I could go with you? We could both get our walks in, and I can see Mary before she hunts me down and drags me to the bakery.”

“I would love the company.” She smiled. “But enjoy your tea first, I’ll just be working on this until we’re ready to go.”

“Cheers.” He nodded, watching her eyes drop to her computer screen.

She wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup this morning, and Harry almost wished that she was.

He wished that she had covered up her beautiful, freckle covered skin so that he didn’t fall harder for her beautiful face. He wished that she was hiding away those little blemishes that made him swoon, because she was actually a human after all, not some angel sent down from heaven to torture him. He wished that she covered those beautiful lips in that plum lipstick again so that he could imagine kissing it off of her. He hated the feeling stirring inside of his belly, the butterflies a tell tale sign of his feelings.

He had a crush on Stella.

And there was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling for her.

Stella’s gloves were precious.

They were a bright red, little snowflakes and reindeer stitched into them.

She offered to let Harry borrow a pair of her gloves, claiming that she’d brought plenty of pairs for the winter, but he politely declined before shoving his hands in his pockets. She looked so cozy, wrapped up in her winter coat with a beanie on top of her head and a matching scarf tied around her neck. Harry wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and cuddle her so that they could both stay nice and toasty on their walk. He wanted to kiss her bare cheeks, paying special attention to each freckle on her skin as the winter sun cast over them.

He was so infatuated with her that it was almost embarrassing.

“I can’t even imagine what it was like, growing up in a place like this.” Stella turned her head towards Harry, the tip of her nose a little red. “It’s so picturesque.”

“It’s alright.” He gave her a small smile. “I always wanted to get out when I was a kid.”

“Of course you did, we all do.” She chuckled. “I think everyone should run away for a little while, it really gives you all of the tools you need to really appreciate your hometown when you go back. I don’t know that I’ll ever move back to my hometown, but when I visit it, I feel a little bit more appreciative of the pivotal role it had in raising me.”

“I feel the same way about Cheshire.” Harry nodded. “It’s a big part of who I was, and that helped make me who I am. I wouldn’t be the same without this place.”

“Exactly.” She said.

“So where exactly are you from?” He asked. “I mean, obviously America-”

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, narrowing her eyes playfully, her lips pursed. “I don’t think it is.”

“It’s a neon, flashing sign above your head kind of obvious, love.” He snorted. “But I can’t place what your accent is.”

“It’s not really an accent.” Stella shrugged, turning her attention back to the sidewalk. “I grew up on the road for most of my life, but my family settled in Georgia when I was about twelve.”

“Interesting.” He said. “How did you like Georgia?”

“I didn’t, at first.” She laughed. “I hated it so much. I loved being on the road with my family, traveling places like Hawaii and Los Angeles. When we moved to the south, I despised everything about it. It was so plain and boring compared to places we’d lived before. But like I said, moving away has made me learn to love it more when I go back.”

“How long have you been gone?” He asked.

“About three years.” She said. “I lived in Amsterdam for a year, and then Paris, and now I’m here.”

“Which place is your favorite?” He asked. “Be honest with me, now. You don’t have to say London just because you’re trying to get on my good side.”

Stella tossed her head back, laughing loudly.

“I think it’s truthfully London, Harry.”

His name sounded like honey falling from her lips.

“Why is that?” He asked.

“Because I’ve found my chosen family.” She turned back, giving him a smile that thawed out the chill creeping up from his toes. “Starting with Gemma, of course. She was the first person to take me under her wings, and I’m so happy that I have her in my life. Then I started to find other people, and we all became this really close knit group of friends that felt more like family than my actual family does. I don’t know how I’ll ever leave this place.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” He said softly. “Maybe this is home.”

Please don’t go, Stella.

Stay here with me forever.

Love me.

“My contract is up at the end of the year, but we’ll just have to see how things go.” She said. “I might be convinced to stay.”

“Well, I guess I have a lot of work to do.” He chuckled.

“Why are you so keen on me staying?” She asked him, her brows raising as she gave him a knowing smirk. “Do you have a crush on me, Styles?”

His cheeks grew hot against the cold wind.

“Alright now, don’t let that go to your head.” He grumbled, tucking his neck into his scarf as Stella’s smile grew wider. “It’s all your bloody fault, you know?”

“What have I done?” She laughed louder. “I’m just me.”

“That’s exactly it.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re you, Stella.”

The Christmas Tree Farm was going well.

That was up until Gemma decided that they absolutely needed to take a family picture in front of the big Christmas tree, Stella included. They had picked up a few little trinkets and such while walking around the market included in the farm. Anne picked up a reindeer headband with bells stitched in, plopping it on her head the second she found it. Gemma found an elf’s hat with little ears attached to the side, putting it on her hair before fussing with her hair. Stella found a crown made of poinsettias that she plopped on top of her curls, the red and gold working perfectly with her red lipstick and gold eyeshadow. Harry, however, wasn’t exactly in the spirit.

“You’re wearing the bloody santa hat, whether you like it or not!” Gemma shoved it towards him with a frown. “If you stand next to Stella, you’ll like Mr. and Mrs. Claus!”

“Shut up, Gemma.” Harry sneered, snatching the hat from her hands. “I didn’t tell you about that so you could throw it in my face!”

“Well, I’m doing it for the greater good of our family photo!” She glared at him. “Put that hat on before I shove it on your head myself.”

“Fine.”

“Are you two alright?” Stella smirked, adjusting her crown on her head as she walked up to Harry and Gemma. “Santa is still putting people on the naughty list you know?”

“If anyone’s going to be on the naughty list, it’s Harry.” Gemma tossed her arm around Stella’s shoulder with a proud smirk. “He’s being a pain in the arse.”

“Is the hat really necessary to the photo?” He groaned, dropping his head back.

“Yes.” Stella and Gemma said at the same time.

“Alright, alright.” He groaned, tugging the hat over his curls. “Are you both happy now?”

“Ecstatic.” Stella smiled brightly at Harry. “I think you look handsome.”

“I’m going to just point out…” Gemma pulled her arm from around Stella, tucking her hands behind her back. “That there’s mistletoe hanging from that piece of wood above your heads.”

“Gemma-” Harry’s eyes grew wide.

“And I’m promptly going to walk away.” She smiled at Stella. “Meet us at the tree in ten minutes.”

“Gemma-” Stella held her hand out as Gemma walked away, her eyes growing just as wide as Harry’s were. “What a sneaky little elf.”

“Tell me about it.” Harry shifted, adjusting the hat on his head. “Devious little-”

“Well, I guess we can’t break tradition.” Stella looked up at Harry, shuffling forward slowly with a little smirk on her lips. “I mean, what would Santa say if we didn’t kiss under the mistletoe?”

Harry licked over his bottom lip, his fingers twitching.

“You really want to kiss me?”

“I might.” Stella’s toes were almost touching Harry’s now. “But the question is, do you want to kiss me?”

“I do, yeah.” He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since I laid eyes on you, Stella.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She raised her brows. “Now is your chance, Mr. Grinch, lay one on me.”

Harry lifted his hands, pressing them to Stella’s face hesitantly before he lowered his lips to hers in a soft kiss. It was a gentle peck, one that anyone would share underneath the mistletoe, but Harry wanted more from Stella. It seemed that she wanted more as well, her arms sliding around his neck as she pressed up on her toes. He let his hands fall to her waist as the kiss grew more intense, his hands holding onto her tightly as she brushed her tongue over his lower lip. He tried his best not to smile into the kiss, letting her have what she wanted by parting his lips. When her tongue slipped over his, he let out a tiny moan, gripping her hips tighter.

“Get a room, you two!” Harry groaned, pressing his forehead to Stella’s.

“Gemma, I swear to god-” Harry turned his head, whipping his santa hat off before he threw it in her direction. “Go bother someone else!”

Stella laughed, ducking her forehead down to Harry’s chest as he rubbed his thumbs over her side gently. He felt her body shaking underneath his hands, his heart hammering in his chest when he realized just how close they actually were. He turned his head back, lifting a hand up to guide Stella’s chin up. He pressed his lips to hers once, twice, three more times before she pressed her palms to Harry’s chest.

“We’ll never stop if we don’t move away from the mistletoe.” Stella whispered. “And I think Gemma might physically pull us apart if we miss that Christmas picture.”

“Let it be known that I’m only partaking in this picture because I want to stand next to you for as long as I can.” Harry smiled. “I think I have a little more than a crush on you, Stella.”

“I think I have more than a crush on you, too.”

“Madeline, stop right there.” Stella let out a frustrated sigh as she looped her arm under the baby carrier, her eyes falling down to the sleeping infant. “Milo, promise Mumma that you’ll listen when you get to that age?”

“Give him here.” Harry brushed a kiss over Stella’s temple, his hand massaging her lower back gently. “You go catch up with speed racer, okay? I’ll be right behind you with the baby and the diaper bag.”

“Thank you.” Stella turned her head, puckering her lips out. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He hummed out. “And our beautiful babies, even if one of them has a death wish and two left feet.”

Stella snorted out a laugh, pulling her arm from the carrier before she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I better go help her up the stairs.”

“Please, we don’t need a repeat of last year.” Harry smiled.

“Yeah, I would like to avoid a trip to A&E this year.” Stella snorted.

He watched Stella walk over to an antsy Madeline, her pigtails bouncing about as she jumped from foot to foot in excitement. Harry chuckled softly at his daughter, amused by her excitement. He was happy that she found so much joy in Christmas, just like her Mother did. He watched Stella hold a hand out, waiting for Madeline to take it before they both conquered the brick steps outside of his Mum’s house. When they got to the top, Stella lifted Madeline up, kissing over her cheeks as their daughter giggled. Harry lifted Milo’s car seat from the base, his eyes falling down to the six month old with hazel eyes and soft cheeks just like his Mother’s.

“We’ve got our hands full with those two, mate.” Harry pulled the soft, wintery blue blanket up to Milo’s chin, tucking it around his shoulders so that he would stay warm. “Gonna keep us both on our toes, I know it.”

Milo cooed up at him, causing Harry to smile wider before he ducked his head down to kiss his son's soft cheeks.

“Let’s get you into Nan’s before you turn into a popsicle, my love.” Harry said. “Mumma won’t be happy if we have to spend Christmas thawing you out.”

As Harry made his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but remember five Christmases ago.

He was walking up the exact same steps on his own, unaware of the magic that was waiting inside for him. He was unaware that the girl Gemma brought home for Christmas would one day be his wife, and the mother of his two beautiful children. He had no idea that they would spend long nights together, planning their future and holding each other tight. He opened the front door to his Mum’s house, smiling at the sound of Madeline telling his Mother a story with animated gestures, her curly pigtails bouncing around as Stella tried to wrangle her jacket off.

“And then Daddy told me we could get a puppy next year if I was good enough!” Madeline squealed out as Harry shut the door.

He dodged the steely gaze he got from Stella after she heard the word puppy.

“Sorry.” He mouthed over at her, causing her to shake her head as she tried to fight off a smile.

“You’re a menace.” She mouthed back. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He said it outloud, his heart soaring in his chest.

Stella gave him a heart warming smile, Madeline’s coat still in her hands.

Seconds later, Milo let out a tiny cry causing Harry to snap back into dad mode.

He rested the carseat on the ground, carefully pulling his son out before pressing a kiss to his chubby little cheeks. As if Gemma could sense his presence, she barreled into the living room with her eyes set on Milo.

“There’s my little man.” She held her hands out, wiggling them as Harry rolled his eyes. “You get to see him every day, Harry. Pass him over to his auntie.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Please be careful with him, I kind of like this one.”

“Piss off.” Gemma snorted out, sliding Milo onto her hip before pressing a bright red kiss mark into his forehead. “Has Daddy told you that without auntie Gem, you wouldn’t exist?”

“Gemma-”

“Can you believe that?” She looked up at Harry, a hint of something nostalgic and genuine sparkling in her green eyes. “If I’d never brought Stella to family Christmas, we wouldn’t have two beautiful babies to dote over every year.”

“I can��t even begin to imagine what life would be like without them.” He whispered. “Thank you, Gemma.”

“Harry, I really didn’t-”

“Gemma.” He said her name sternly, pressing his palm to her bicep. “Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She said softly, her eyes watering. “Now, if you could do me a favor and bring a hot friend around, I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can manage.” He let out a wet chuckle, his own eyes watering.

“What are we managing?” Stella wrapped her arms around Harry.

“We owe Gem a favor.” He sniffled, turning head to press a kiss to Stella’s forehead.

“Why are you crying, baby?” Stella frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all.” He pressed his lips to hers, softly brushing his nose against the tip of hers as his. “Just so incredibly grateful to have you in my life, that’s all.”

“You’re so sappy around the holiday’s.” Stella brushed her palm over his belly. “I love you, Mr. Styles.”

“I love you, too, Mrs. Styles.” He said. “Merry Christmas, Darling.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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simssprout · 3 years

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sims 4 holiday legacy!

i wanted to make a fun legacy with some silly rules to shake up the traditional goal based legacies! hope you enjoy it!

general rules:

- must complete aspiration, get to level ten of career, and complete extra rules to complete gen

- can use money cheats (if you want it to be traditional legacy, start with 1800 simoleans, if not, download a nice house and have starting funds)

- physical style/dress sense are suggestions, as you can have your sims look however you want

- everyone in household must have an excellent holiday for the holiday that correlates with the gen. if the holiday didnt come with seasons, add it to the calender!

gen 1: new years

as the first holiday of the year, youre ready to get your life, body, and mind into shape!

- traits: active, dog lover, perfectionist

- aspiration: bodybuilder

- career: writer (author)

- must always be dressed “fancy”

- silvery/platinum blonde hair

- max out fitness and writing skill. reach level five of wellness

- if you have the packs, include vintage glamour or luxury party in multiple rooms of your house

- whenever you are tense, must do yoga to cool off

- have a dog with active trait, go for jogs with them often

- only eat foods that you deem as healthy

- visit every gym lot in game (could do just premade ones and/or can add your own)

- marry a sim you met a gym or spa

- only publish motivational books or fitness

- have three friends that you go out with occasionally and party

- get “juiced” every holiday

gen 2: love day

youve been obsessed with romcoms and romance novels since you were a kid. now that youre grown up, you want to fulfill your childhood romance dreams!

- traits: romantic, bookworm, art lover

- aspiration: soulmate

- career: social media, either branch

- pink/red hair

- dress “romantically” (if you have seasons, use heart dress/suit)

- max charisma and painting skill

- must go on weekly dates with significant other

- gush about partner whenever option is avliable

- paint multiple portraits of partner using paint from reference

- only read romance novels and watch romantic tv

- if you have pets, must dress them in cute dresses

- live in the city as a young adult, can move after if you want to

- always go to romance festival

- have a boy and a girl

gen 3: talk like a pirate day

youve always loved the pirate lifestyle, exploring, stealing, and meeting people all over the place. eventhough you cant have a career as a pirate, that dosent stop you!

- traits: kleptomaniac, non-commital, self-assured

- aspiration: jungle explorer

- career: mixologist

- must wear a pirate outfit/hat as an everyday outfit

- max mixology and archeology skill. reach at least level four mischief

- have at least two children with different partners

- marry someone young, divorce, and never marry again

- have multiple boyfriends/girlfriends at a time

- always sell your artifacts and any other “treasure” you find

- complete at least four “plumages” (temples)

- attempt to steal something from every lot you visit

- for extra fun, if you use mc command center, max woohoo skill

- accept any party invite

gen 4: bunny day

you love being outside! in any weather, your family can expect to find you exploring outside in the garden, fishing, or finding some frogs

- traits: loves outdoors, unflirty, clumsy

- aspiration: angling ace

- career: fisherman and have a business (selling flower arrangements and mounted fish) or gardener (floral arranger)

- one outfit should be overalls

- green/purple hair

- this sim really likes hats

- max fishing and flower arranging. reach level 5 gardening and baking

- always talk about the current weather in every conversation

- if raining, shower in the rain instead of your shower

- have a large garden, but only grow flowers

- complete frog collection

- have a full fish tank in your house

- live in a tiny house

- purchase storm chaser and water resistant aspiration traits

- have one child

- become BFF with flower bunny

gen 5: earth day

the love your parent had for nature passed onto you. you want to make sure youre enjoying outside, while also protecting it!

- traits: green fiend, maker, gloomy

- aspiration: outdoor enthusiast

- career: eco innovator

- have green hair

- have a boho style

- live in either storage container or tiny home

- max herbalism and fabrication

- when you visit - must pick plain lot and sleep in a tent

- live off the grid and/or have surplus of energy

- have a large garden full of just fruits/veggies

- gift your herbal recipes to friends and family

- have bees and bugs

- have dumpster dived furniture in every room (once you unlock smog vaccum)

- one day a week do not eat a meal, only eat harvestables

- vote for a community garden maker space if living in evergreen harbour

- optional: can become a plant sim

gen 6: simspendence day

the party lifestyle is the lifestyle for you! friends, drinking, and fun is how you live your life! but you also make time to solve and end crime in your wonderful world!

- traits: dance machine, bro, jealous

- aspiration: party animal or island life

- career: detective

- red/yellow hair

- wears sunglasses often, even in cold weather!

- live in oasis springs

- any cooking you do must be on a grill or over a fire

- max guitar, dancing, and dj skill. reach level 4 fitness

- sing karaoke whenever theres a karaoke machine present

- have gold on every event type

- get suntans often

- ride bikes and kick soccer balls often

- have a large backyard with hot tub, fire pit, and water slides

- have two kids, have a good relationship with both. no parenting interactions though.

- watch sports tv only

- have five good friends (not including family). give two of them your house key

gen 7: prank day

what can you say? pranking is fun! messing with people and rilling them up is your favorite passtime.

- traits: goofball, ambitious, mean

- aspiration: chief of mischief

- career: engineer

- max comedy, mischief, and robotics

- always do a funny introduction to people

- use voodoo doll everytime you see the person it is bound to

- go to all dance parties you are invited to after 8pm and prank people

- create a servo

- marry someone that you had a bad relationship with originally

- you really like bowling. take your dates/family bowling often

- have a sad clown painting in your house

- if theres a microphone present, perform a comedy routine

gen 8: spooky day

youve always been obsessed with the spooky season and occult sims. now that you have your own house, its always spooky season!

- traits: loner, genius, neat

- aspiration: nerd brain

- career: astronaut

- black hair

- this sim wears glasses

- max rocket science, handiness

- befriend one of every occult

- can have a spooky house or just always have it decorated spooky

- must have at least one everyday outfit that is a “costume”

- always have carved pumpkins outside your door

- complete geode collection

- visit sixam at least three times

- have a child from a one night stand. do not marry that sim. marry an occult sim

gen 9: harvestfest

cooking has been an outlet for you since your parents let you near the stove. you love creating recipes for your family, friends, and even pets to try!

- traits: glutton, lazy, cat lover

- aspiration: big happy family or successful lineage

- career: own a vet

- yellow/orange hair

- wears mostly warm (tan, brown, yellow, orange) clothes

- max gourment cooking and vet skill

- have all 8 slots full (can include pets)

- must cook homemade pet recipes weekly

- have a little veggie patch for fresh ingredients

- befriend patchy

- whenever eating food not made by you, complain about the meal

- if you cook something less than excellent quality, throw it away and make a new dish, no matter how hungry you are

- get married twice

- rake leaves and then woohoo in them

- have family move nights schedules on the calendar!

gen 10: winterfest

winter is the best! the good food, cold weather, and constant family time is what life is all about!

- traits: family oriented, cheerful, materialistic

- aspiration: lady of the knits

- career: education

- blue/silvery hair

- wear lots of sweaters and cozy clothing

- max cooking and knitting

- give presents to family members everytime you see them

- keep a christmas tree in house year round

- must declare “snow” as favorite weather

- every day there is snow on ground, you must interact with it (snowball fight, shovel, snowpal, snow angel etc)

- have at least three children

- befriend father winter (can marry if you want to)

- complete snowglobe collection

- get the cold acclimation reward trait

- have a dinner party once every two weeks and cook a grand meal everytime

- have lots of family pictures in your house

- get the polar plunge player achievement (can make a holiday)

- always have a fireplace lit

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miracleonice87 · 3 years

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38 with Mat

from the Winter/Christmas Writing Prompts list

38. “You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.” 🎄

quick note: this one is prob a bit longer than the others will be. I just L O V E writing Sydney and Marty as secondary characters in Mat stories.

quick warnings: swearing, alcohol, super snowy powdery Christmas fluff

and, just for fun, song pairing: mistletoe by Justin Bieber (obviously)

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There really was no place like home.

After moving away to Los Angeles to attend USC for both undergrad and grad studies, you were finally back in New York. You hadn’t been able to resist the pull — it was almost as if, from all the way across the continent, you could feel the Atlantic tide receding and pulling you home along with it. For better or for worse, you belonged to the Empire State.

Sydney, your lifelong best friend and a New Yorker herself, was beyond ecstatic, as she had recently gotten engaged to her longtime boyfriend Matt, a hockey player, and named you her maid of honor. Planning a wedding — not to mention showers and bachelorette festivities — would be far easier, and far more fun, with you in the same zip code. Since moving back six weeks ago, you’d spent about ninety percent of your time with Sydney by your side, making up for lost time with the woman who had long been your other half.

So sweet, right? There was just one problem. Sydney wouldn’t stop trying to set you up with guys. She was insistent that you’d been single for too long — you’d broken up with your college sweetheart by the end of your senior year — and she made it her mission for you to find love again. And she, on her own, was bad enough — she’d already hooked you up with so many friends of friends that you’d lost count, and none had been interesting enough for a second date — but her fiancé conspiring right along with her made resisting them that much more difficult.

This particular night, she had lured you to the home she shared with Matt under the guise of having dinner with her family, when in reality, she was throwing a Christmas dinner party for Matt’s closest friends on the team. All of whom had — and brought — significant others. Except for one. What a coincidence.

Also coincidentally, his name was Mat, too, or so you were told — you didn’t quite believe Syd’s Matt when he told you that upon introducing the two of you.

“Mat with one ’t,’” he announced, one arm slung around Mat’s shoulders. The handsome, dark-haired man swallowed thickly and gave you his best polite smile — it was in that moment that you realized beyond a shadow of a doubt this was yet another set up.

Matt made a lame excuse about needing to check on Sydney in the kitchen and snuck away after some brief pleasantries, but not before blatantly nudging your much-smaller frame toward New Mat. You gave Matt a menacing glare before recovering, standing a safe distance away from New Mat, leaning against the wooden beam behind you to keep you steady.

“So, Mat with one ’t,’ how long have you played with the ever-obnoxious Matty?” you asked, trying to play it cool.

Mat laughed easily. Damn, he had a nice laugh — the kind that made his pretty eyes crinkle at the corners. Nice hair. Nice teeth — perfect fucking teeth. Wasn’t he supposed to be a hockey player? Wait, what was he saying? Something about Seattle, and the draft, and… now you were lost. You nodded slowly with a forced smile as you tried your hardest to focus on what he was saying. He was just so goddamn pretty.

Thankfully, Sydney’s call from the kitchen saved you from the embarrassment of not having heard a word this poor boy had spoken.

“Dinner’s ready! I’m really type A, as you all know, so I made little placecards for everyone at the table,” she announced to the group of ten, hands clasped before her as Matt snaked an arm around her from behind and smiled proudly.

“Guess that’s our cue,” Mat mused. “Shall we?”

You threw him a grin and nodded, turning your back to him and making your way to the dining room.

On your way, you paused in front of your dear friend just long enough to grumble, “Assigned seats? Really, Syd?”

She clapped enthusiastically and smacked your ass as you passed her. “Yep! See you in there, champ!” she exclaimed as you heard frantic whispers exchanged between Mat and Matt. You couldn’t hold back your snicker, and as you glanced over your shoulder, Mat gave you a strained smile. You shook your head bemusedly and turned to the table to find that, to no one’s surprise, you and Mat were indeed to be seated side by side at one end of the table. You cleared your throat and nodded toward the cards bearing your names.

“Subtle, no?” you joked, causing Mat to blush pink. He choked out, “Ah, yeah. You gotta love them.” Then, he pulled out your chair and motioned for you to take a seat, which, as luck would have it, Sydney and Matt caught just in time because they were bringing in the food on serving dishes at that very moment. Their eyes sparkled and Sydney looked like she may self-destruct out of sheer joy as you sat down and thanked Mat. You gave her an icy look and she visibly retreated, holding herself back from making a complete scene.

“Okay, dig in!” she said instead as she sat down across from you.

Dinner was incredible, as usual — while your talents lacked in the cooking area, Sydney had always been an outstanding chef. Even more, you enjoyed the conversation, which was mostly inclusive of everyone at the table, save for the occasional chirp Mat secretly muttered in your ear about Matt or Anders, making you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle a giggle as Sydney looked on smugly. Meanwhile, whenever you and Sydney would say the exact same thing at the same moment or finish the other’s sentence, Mat would look to Marty, who would only raise his eyebrows and nod, confirming Mat’s suspicion that these two were always this in sync. Mat found it endearing. He adored Syd — if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have agreed to come here tonight when she told him, “There’s someone I want you to meet…” — and already, he saw countless similarities in the two of you.

After he’d helped you clear the plates and load the dishwasher for your hosts, you and Mat settled onto a couch in the farthest corner of the living room, near the Christmas tree, while the others gathered in the center of the space, loudly entertaining themselves. As you curled your feet underneath yourself, you didn’t miss how Sydney reached for a nearby remote and slowly flickered on the fireplace right beside you and Mat. Yet again, you shot her a killer look that she pretended not to see as Mat smiled, amused at how flustered you were by Sydney trying to further set the mood.

“So how long have you known Syd?” he asked as he took another swig from his beer bottle, attempting to get you back on track. “Has to be a while. I swear I’ve never seen two friends who were more alike.”

You tucked some hair behind your ear and let out a breathy chuckle. With anyone else, you were ever prepared to skirt that question and quickly move on to another subject. But with Mat, it was nice knowing you really didn’t have to.

“Yeah, my whole life, actually,” you answered, a smile on your face at the thought. Your eyes flickered up to his as you added, “My dad played for the Jets... with Boomer while he was there.”

Mat’s brows quirked noticeably, but not in the familiar way that made you feel like he was about to ask you to FaceTime your dad or get an autograph from him. Because he was a professional athlete himself — which was ironic because you’d sworn up and down your whole life that, because of the lifestyle you saw your dad and his teammates, not to mention their families, lead, you’d never fall for anyone who played sports for a living. Even when Sydney insisted with a shrug after settling down with Matt, “It’s not that bad.”

“No way,” Mat said with a casual laugh. “That’s awesome. What position did he play?”

“Uh, receiver,” you replied. “So he and Boomer were tight. Our moms hit it off right off the bat and have been best friends since. Since then, we’ve always vacationed together, ended up living in the same neighborhood after they both retired. I’m three years younger than Syd and I was basically like her shadow. Still am, I guess,” you added with a smile.

Mat nodded, his eyes never leaving your face as you told the familiar tale. “I think that’s awesome though,” he spoke. “You guys could be sisters I feel like. You act just like her. Plus Marty says you’re the only friend of hers who’s kicked him out of bed so you could sleep with her.”

You threw a hand to your chest and your head back laughing at that, and Mat’s heart soared at being able to elicit such a reaction from you himself. You pointed a gold-polished index finger at him and admitted, “He tells no lies on that one.”

Just then, you caught Mat’s unabashed gaze, which had shifted from well-mannered and nonchalant into something deeper, something... affectionate. You swallowed, casting a downward glance at your lap, and swirled the ice cubes in your otherwise empty highball glass.

“I need a refill,” you said with a nervous giggle. “You want anything?”

Mat looked all too pleased with himself at your offer, and he nodded. “Sure, yeah, another beer would be great. Thank you,” he said. You smiled and nodded as you turned away and headed for the kitchen.

Ever the subtle one, once again, Sydney, who had been shamelessly watching the two of you from her perch in Matt’s lap across the room, stumbled over Jax’s paw as she bolted to the kitchen island where you now stood. You blinked at her wildly and said, “May I help you, Sydney Irene? You nearly wounded your poor dog.”

“So,” Sydney sang, ignoring your question completely as she leaned back against the kitchen counter, propping her palms on the edge and looking much more smooth than she had just a moment ago. She waggled her eyebrows at you before continuing. “Whadd’ya think? He’s cute, right?”

You scoffed. “Sydney—“ you began in a warning tone as you reached for the rum, but were interrupted before you could speak another word.

“If you hate him, it was Matt’s idea,” she deadpanned, then allowed a mischievous grin to stretch along her painted red lips as she cocked her head. “But if you like him, it was mine.”

You rolled your eyes as you poured yourself another rum ginger, ignoring the flush you could feel creeping up your chest and neck under Sydney’s scrutiny.

“You’re blushing! You do like him!” Syd squealed as she poked at your side, thankfully making an attempt to stay quiet as the guys, Mat included, carried on noisy shenanigans in the family room before you.

“Sydney, stop! I just met him,” you tried to argue, turning away from her. It was Sydney’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Like that matters. I fell for Matt like—“ she snapped her fingers for dramatic effect, “—that. And look at us now.”

You pursed your lips to the side. You couldn’t exactly argue that. With no quick comeback coming to mind, you stirred your drink, took three generous gulps — as Sydney watched, wide-eyed — and licked your lips before sighing at her.

“Well, fine,” you grumbled as you opened the fridge and grabbed a fresh beer for Mat. “Let’s not keep the boy waiting then.” You sashayed away from your friend who, spinning away from you, quickly squeezed her eyes shut and crossed her fingers before turning back and following behind you.

Mat thanked you profusely for the drink as you returned to him. Now he sat among his teammates, and Sydney sat back in Matt’s lap as you took the seat beside Mat on the opposite couch. You noticed how he immediately leaned back and comfortably stretched his arm across the cushion behind you, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t inch a little closer then. It briefly occurred to you that you were drawn to him in the very same way you’d been drawn back home not long ago.

He felt like home. Already.

And soon, after a few hours more of merrymaking, Mat never leaving your side, the other couples had all headed for home. You four who remained had played several rounds of euchre and sang and danced to half a dozen Christmas carols before you realized how late it was. Knowing you’d had too much rum and wouldn’t be fit to drive, you’d already established that you’d stay in Sydney’s guest room — or maybe kick Matt out of the master. Regardless, you were staying put. But Mat, reluctantly, was leaving — the boys had practice in the morning.

“I guess I should go,” Mat sighed after a long round of goodbyes. Matt and Sydney gave him one last hug and retreated to the far side of the spacious room, aiming, of course, to leave the two of you to your own goodbye.

You nodded. “I guess you should,” you said, caught off guard by the twinge of sadness in your tone. “I’ll walk you out.” Mat smiled and turned toward the front door, and your heart truly may have skipped an actual beat when he glanced back at you and reached his hand out for you to grab. You did so, biting down on your smiling bottom lip as you followed him down the hall into the entryway, acutely aware that, if Sydney and Matt were indeed watching — of which you had no doubt — they could still clearly see you.

But when Mat pulled on his shoes and stood up straight again, stepping slowly, so slowly, closer to you, all you could think about was how hard your heart was thumping against your ribcage. You looked up at him in anticipation, and he smoothed his hands down the sleeves of your sweater softly.

“I had a really, really nice time tonight, you know,” Mat spoke. You had to remind yourself to breathe as the sincerity of his voice flooded your senses and his warm, honey-flecked eyes pierced through you. “Tonight was honestly the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

You beamed — how could you not? “Yeah?” you asked incredulously. Mat nodded.

“Yeah. In fact,” he cleared his throat. “I was wondering if maybe, uh, you’d want to go to dinner with me sometime. Like maybe this Sunday night, after we play?”

You felt yourself grinning like an idiot, yet had no control.

“Yeah,” you finally answered. “Yes. Of course. I’d love that.”

Mat blew out a long breath and chuckled nervously. “Thank God,” he added as you both dissolved into a fit of giggles. You stepped closer to him and smelled his clean, woodsy cologne, inadvertently breathing it in. Mat came nearer, too, and tentatively reached his hands around to your lower back. “It’s a date then,” he spoke, his voice lower now, gravelly. You swallowed — hard — and gave a nod.

“It’s a date,” you echoed.

You simply stood in one another’s presence for a few long moments, smiling giddily at each other, before Mat sighed once more and glanced toward the door.

“I really don’t wanna go, but I—“

“No! Syd, just leave them be,” Matt suddenly whispered sharply to his fiancé — who seemed to have literally leapt up from the couch — though there was no point in whispering at all because you still heard him loud and clear. Jumping up behind Sydney, Matt easily wrapped her in his arms and clapped his hand over her mouth just as she started to speak.

After wrestling for control of Matt’s hand, she finally pulled it away just long enough to call out, “You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss already!”

With one final “shush!”, Matt covered her mouth once more, though his entire body was wracking with silent laughter.

“Goodnight, kids!” Matt said tersely as he all but manhandled Sydney down the opposite hallway into their bedroom, the two of them erupting with laughter the second they closed the door.

You rolled your jaw and looked above you and Mat to find that, yes, indeed, there hung a very Sydney-like crystal ornament adorned with glittery mistletoe, suspended from the archway.

“Un-fucking-believable,” you muttered, resting your head against Mat’s chest as you both laughed anxiously.

But a moment later, Mat’s voice rumbled in his chest. “Hey...” he spoke. You took that as your invitation to look up at him, and when you did, you found him gazing at you even more tenderly than he had before.

“I mean, since there’s mistletoe and all.. would it be okay if I kissed you?” he asked. His hand found your cheek and you grasped his fingers in your own.

“Well,” you began, leaning further into him. “Only since there’s mistletoe.”

Mat breathed a chuckle and whispered, “Okay, good,” before his lips found yours in a toe-curling, snow-melting, heart-growing, hell of a Christmas movie kiss that you both found yourselves smiling into by the end.

“Wow,” was somehow all you could whisper when you finally pulled away for air.

“Yeah,” Mat agreed simply. “Wow.”

“It worked!” You heard the muffled squeal from behind Sydney’s closed door.

You rolled your eyes once again, hating Sydney in that moment, as Mat snickered and leaned in for another kiss.

Little did you know that a few years later, your dear, meddling Sydney would stand up at your side in front of a ballroom filled with your and Mat’s family and dearest friends and proudly tell the story of that cold late-December night when your love story with Mat began.

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