#winter fic

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

snowed in

A/N: i literally got the idea for this fic last summer... and I know I could have written a whole long thing, but I just wanted the smut and the vibes.

summary: “who the hell are you? what are you doing here?”

warnings: Steve Harrington x Hopper's niece!reader, smut, forced proximity, being snowed in, very light enemies to lovers vibes, kissing, fingering, handjob, brief pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, thigh riding, somno adjacent, multiple orgasms

word count: 3465

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Finally, after what had felt like the longest car ride of your life, you stepped out of your vehicle and stretched your legs. 

Even with the sun as just a simple memory at this point, the plump piles of snow still illuminated the forest you now found yourself in. Sticking your head back into the car, you grabbed the small duffle bag you’d hastily packed this morning and turned to approach the small, secluded cabin. 

This was exactly what you needed. A few days away from everyone. Just you and nobody else.

Upon entering the rustic home, the bag in your hand almost instantly fell from your freezing fingers, being so exhausted from the long travel that you didn’t bother setting it down properly. 

Just then, after you’d stepped out of your snow-covered boots, shredded your thick coat and the other winter essentials you wore in order to fight the cold, the bathroom door in the seemingly abandoned home swung open and gave you such a big fright that you nearly sprinted out the front door, clad now in entirely too little to even joke about such a thing.

Your scream pierced the cabin walls as a young man appeared and nearly jumped out of his skin as well.

“Jesus christ!” he held an arm out in alarm, “who the hell are you? What are you doing here?”

It was first now that your buzzing vision focused in on the stranger and noticed that he was in fact only dressed in a towel hung dangerously low on his hips. 

“Who am I? Who are you?” you shrieked, trying not to let your eyes explore his exposed skin, still glistening from the shower. 

“I asked you first.”

“I’m Y/n Y/l/n, Hopper’s niece! Now tell me who you are before I call my uncle and have him arrest you for trespassing!”

“My name is Steve, and just for the record, princess, Hopper let me stay here this weekend.” 

“He did?” damn it… you should have called first instead of just grabbing the spare key and heading all the way there without a single word. “Are-… are you sure?”

“Am I-,” he repeated, sounding offended that you even asked, “yes, I’m sure!”

“Shit… I drove all day to get down here…”

“…and you didn’t bother to call ahead first?” he furrowed his brows and crossed his arms over his broad fuzzy chest. 

“Oh, shut up, Stephen!” you wallowed in your misery. 

“It’s Steve.”

“Yeah, whatever dude,” you huffed, glumly peeking back out the frosty window at your car, “you’re not the one who has to drive all night in order to get back home,” you muttered dramatically, “it’s not like I can just pull over and sleep in my car when it’s minus-, ugh, I don’t know, a lot outside,” you let your head slump forward and collide gently with the freezing windowpane, hiding none of your despair. “You know what, on second thought, the freezing-to-death option doesn’t seem half bad in comparison to going back home…” you joked against the glass, then quickly added when you glanced over your shoulder to see his face filled with horror, “I’m kidding, though I might fall asleep at the wheel, we’ll see.” 

Letting out a heavy sigh, Steve uncrossed his arms to gesture to the living room area, “take the couch.”

“Really?” you gasped. 

“But just till the sun comes up, you got it?” he pointed his finger at you in warning. 

Waking up from what must have been one of the most uncomfortable nights of sleep you’d ever experienced, you clawed your way out of the mountain of blankets you’d piled on top of you in hopes that it would help remedy your unwavering chill. You’d even hopped in just about all the clothes you’d brought with you, but it still wasn’t enough to make your shiver stop. 

Gathering yourself as quickly as you could, you kept up your part of the deal and exited the cabin first thing. Or rather, you tried. 

Attempting again and again, the front door just wouldn’t budge. Putting your shoulder into it, you finally managed to shove it open just a few inches revealing the blinding white sight of a mount of snow pilled up directly against the door, nearly coming up to your hip. 

“Oh my god,” you sighed, quickly moving to one of the frost-covered windows to get a better view of your obscured car, completely buried under a huge pile of snow, “you’ve got to be kidding me…”

Emerging out of the small bedroom, Steve greeted, “morning, princess. You on your way out?”

Turning your head to look at him, you caught the chill that went up his spine as the small sliver out to the aftermath of the blizzard was just enough to penetrate him to his bones. “Apparently not,” you gestured to the state the cabin’s porch was in.

“Oh, shit,” the sight woke him up more effectively than coffee. 

“What do I do? Do you think I could get rid of the snow near the door enough to get out?”

“Maybe, but even if you did manage to dig your way out, that car is first of all completely buried and second of all would in no way be able to drive in this weather.” 

“Well, what if I walked? Hawkins can’t be that far.”

“If you could drive then yeah it wouldn’t be too bad. What, do you think you could walk all day in 4 feet, if not more, of snow? You would get hypothermia if you just stepped out on the porch with the way you’re dressed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I didn’t have time to pack any blizzard-appropriated clothes, you dick!” you snapped at the striking stranger, “what do you want me to do, huh?” 

“There isn’t really anything to do except wait it out,” he stated, then moved to open a small cabinet and rummaged through it a bit. 

“Wait…” you echoed, glancing back out the window and letting your unfortunate circumstances sink in. 

“Here,” he tossed a thick woollen sweater directly in your face. It was big and undoubtedly your uncle’s, “so you don’t freeze to death.”

“What?” your hands froze in their preparation of the small couch for yet another chilly night of sleep. 

Glancing up at Steve in pure shock, he continued with a small eye roll, “jesus, I’m not asking you to marry me, I just don’t wanna wake up to find your frozen corpse on the couch.”

“It’s not that bad…”

“Princess, I could hear your clambering teeth through the walls all the way in the bedroom last night,” he cocked his head a moment, then clarified with a sigh, “just, you stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine, it will just feel like we’re sleeping in the same room.”

“Except it is the same bed,” you blinked up at him, “you want me to sleep in the same bed as you? Seriously?”

“Well, I’m sorry for trying to keep you alive, keep you warm. It’s not my fault the only fireplace is in the bedroom and doesn’t do shit for the rest of the cabin!”

And after a long moment of squinting at him suspiciously, you then said, “…fine. But I swear if this is just some cheap trick for you to try something-”

“Oh my god, no,” he cut you off with a laugh, “have you met you? You’re absolutely infuriating.”

Alright, he didn’t have to say it like that… “Well, good, because if you try anything I’ll stick my uncle on you as soon as I get out of here.”

You had no idea how you ended up like this. You hadn’t started out like this last night but somehow, at some point during the restful night, you and Steve had become rather entangled. 

His face was pressed into the side of your hair, and it wasn’t just his strong arm that was draped across your torso, one of his thick thighs was stuffed in between yours as well. It was almost as if he had just rolled over and clicked into place against you. 

You could tell by his slow breathing that he was still asleep, although your own got caught in your throat as it dawned on you what exactly it was that was poking your side. The mixture of his morning wood and his thigh pressing up against your panties made your mind suddenly recall not the specific details of the dream you’d just woken from, but the theme it had was now as crystal clear in your mind as the arousal that still dripped down onto the cotton of your underwear and surely soaked Steve’s thigh. 

You weren’t completely awake yet, still hazy, clinging to that fleeting memory of your liquid dream. And without even realising it, you began to rock your hips down against his leg, breathing out a soft sigh as your eyes fluttered closed again. His gentle breath seeped directly into your ear and acted as a gentle soundtrack lulling you deeper into that drowsy dawn desire. 

You didn’t even realise how deep you had sunk, how long you had grinded your soaked panties over his thigh, it wasn’t till you neared the edge and let out a needy sound, loud enough to burst your own bubble, that you woke you up completely with a jolt, jumping under the duvet and scampering away from Steve.

Swiftly trying to play it off as just a loud yawn, you faked one as you felt Steve stir behind you. 

Your body still very much entwined with his own, it didn’t take long for him to notice how his morning excitement was poking you and let out a gravely curse underneath his breath. 

“Fuck,” he quickly worked to distance himself from you, the now missing warmth sending a shiver down your spine, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you squeaked, hiding your still-flushed cheeks in the pillow, “you have nothing to apologise for, it’s a totally natural thing.”

“Yeah,” he breathed beside you, his morning voice making you suck in a deep breath in order not to get all worked up again, “totally natural…”

“Stop shaking,” Steve grumbled in the bed beside you, “you’re making my teeth rattle.” 

Yet another night had bloomed outside the cabin you continued to be snowed inside of with a man who had over the past day or so moved on from being a complete stranger to something more akin to a forced acquaintance. An acquaintance who had made your pulse spike all day since what happened this morning… 

“I-I’m sorry,” you shivered, “how are you not freezing?”

“Guess my body is just more used to the cold than yours.” 

Then, without warning, Steve made a split decision and rolled over, wrapping his long arms around you, and drawing you in close. “What are you doing?” you protested, planting a hand on his chest and glaring up at him with wide eyes. 

“Would you just shut up and let me help?” his hands tightened their hold on your trembling form, fingers digging into the borrowed woollen sweater that you still adorned, “I won’t get any sleep if you don’t warm up soon.” 

Slowly, you let your body relax in his embrace, feeling your bare legs press up against the soft fabric of his pyjama bottoms, and how his whole body radiated heat, making you feel as if you could melt right into his chest. 

“Thank you,” you averted your gaze from his entrancing chocolaty ones, bowing your head gently and over time letting your forehead drop into his chest, right under his chin. Eventually, you felt his fingers begin to dance along your spine, drawing soothing patterns, probably in an effort to draw you closer to sleep, but his soft touch only succeeded in the complete opposite, igniting little sparks that travelled through your body and ended at your core. 

Your breathing notably changed as you lied there, scared to move in case it would prompt him to halt his touch. As you felt his fingertips begin to occasionally dip down under the hem of your sweater, briefly caressing your bare skin, you buried your face even deeper into his shirt and dug your fingers into the material, breathing in his scent and trying to stay silent. 

It didn’t take more than the tiniest turn of his own hip for them to come into contact with yours, within seconds you let out a muffled gasp as you felt the palpable tent in his pants, pressing against you and standing proud in search of your warmth. 

Absentmindedly you wiggled your hips gently against his, eyes screwing shut as you heard the prominent exhale that he let out right above your head. One of Steve’s hands instinctively slid down to grasp your hip, though not in an effort to stop them, just holding them steady as he gently attempted a rock of his own against your centre. 

“Steve,” you breathed, tightening your fists in his shirt. 

“Do you want me to stop?” his fingers slowly curved around your bottom, palming your ass lightly through the thin cotton of your panties. 

“No, don’t-, please, don’t stop,” you pleaded into his chest. 

Feeling one of his hands glide up to grasp your cheek, he tilted your head back and searched your dark eyes, “you sure?”

“I’m sure, I’m so fucking sure, Steve, please-” your hazy sentence was abruptly cut short as he crashed his lips into yours, seizing you quickly, though when he had landed, he surprised you by slowing down, your own mouth needing a moment to catch up to the unexpectedly leisurely pace, though in no time you found yourself whimpering against his lips as he kissed you like if he had all the time in the world, enjoying every second as he flicked his tongue teasingly over your lips and lapped up your blissful smile. 

Your brows furrowed as his fingers found your soaked panties, playing with your clit through the fabric, “you sure you don’t just want my thigh again, princess?” he purred, catching off guard, “just pick up where you left off this morning?”

“You-,” you reeled back breathlessly, both your hands still holding on to either side of his face, “you were awake?”

“Sure was,” he smirked, hooking a finger in your underwear, and pulling them to the side. 

“How long?” your chin rose in a silent gasp as you felt him explore your wet petals.

“Every single second,” he gently dipped a finger inside your leaking hole, “fuck, do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you all day?” his digit pumped in and out of you slowly, making your hips angle towards him for more, “I’ve never been that turned on during a game of scrabble as I was today.”

“Should have just pushed the game aside then,” you slid your right hand down from his cheek to the bulge straining in his pants. 

Dipping your fingers down below the waistband, you grasped his hard cock, “oh yeah? Is that what you wanted me to do? Just make the pieces go flying and bury my face between your thighs?” 

“I don’t think I need to answer that question,” you uttered as the noises of your slick heat join in and mixed with the crackling flames still dancing in the fireplace in the corner of the room. 

“Have you just been this wet all day, princess?” he joined an additional finger in beside the other one. 

Your impatience only grew after you gave his girth a few needy tugs, “well I didn’t get to finish this morning, so yeah,” you pulled his pants down just enough to free his stiff length, the waistband coming to rest just beneath his heavy sack. 

“Poor you…” he withdrew a moment in order to yank your panties down your goosebump-ridden legs, “you want me to help you? You wanna cum?”

Not giving his fingers a chance to return, you angled his dick and swiped the bulbous head through your folds, nudging it especially against your little swollen pearl, “please.”

“You wanna cum on my cock, is that it?” he pulled your left leg up to rest upon his hip, spreading your pussy for him and giving him more room to play. 

“Yes,” flowed past your lips like a breathy prayer. 

Grabbing onto the base himself, he overpowered your hold, “tell me you want it,” he nudged the tip rudely against your clit. 

“I want it,” your answers were quick and desperate.  

“Tell me you wanna cum on my cock,” he flowed down to tease your entrance. 

“I wanna cum on your cock, please, please, please,” you pleaded, turning into complete puddy in his hands. 

Thrusting his hips forward, he purposely only gave you the tip at first, slowly, with every unhurried thrust giving you more and more till he was buried to the hilt inside you, balls pressing against your sticky skin. Once he had given you everything he had, his slow movements came to a complete standstill as you found each other’s eyes and as one reeled in the sensation together, catching your breaths a moment before diving into a hungry kiss. 

Lips locked, his movements began again, keeping the thrusts long and slow, dragging out nearly all the way, and occasionally truly all the way, before filling you back up in a manner that was both so slow but also hard, a manoeuvre that managed to take your breath away completely every time. 

Before you knew it, sneaking up on you unexpectedly like a thief in the night, your body began to tremble again in his embrace, though this time it wasn’t from the cold. Not changing his pace one bit, he fucked you through your orgasm, kissing your cheeks as your eyes rolled back in overwhelming ecstasy. 

Still under the covers, pushing through the overstimulating pleasure he gave to you, Steve suddenly grabbed your ass and in one fell swoop manhandled your trembling form, rolling over so you could be on top of him. 

“So fucking pretty,” he readjusted the duvet around your shoulders, then slid his large palms down your body, “come on, don’t stop now,” you felt his hand come down upon your immobile ass, your fuzzy brain not yet caught up to the fact that the pace was now in your control, “you can do it, princess,” he fingers dug into your hips, kickstarting their movements, “keep going for me.”

You tried to bounce in his lap, you really did, but with your thighs as shaky as they still were and your walls still clambering down on his dick from your intense high, the result ended up looking rather clumsy, though you didn’t care as you slowly rode out your sensitivity and gathered up the strength for more.

With your face completely buried in his neck, panting against his pulse, you moaned in his ear, “please,” trying to keep up your light rocking.

“What?” his fingertips danced over your spine, “can you not do it yourself? Has my dick made you go so dumb that you don’t even know how to ride it anymore?”

“Steve,” you pouted, smooching your face deeper into his skin.

“It’s okay, princess,” his fingers slid down towards your hips again and grasped them tight, holding them in place, “I don’t mind doing all the work,” your upper body melted into his skin even more, “you just lay here and keep making those beautiful noises for me, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you felt yourself begin to drool as he started to buck up into you. 

Completely losing himself to the rhythm, Steve's ever-flowing groans evolved into the most earthshattering moans you’d ever heard, the sound alone making you feel dizzy, although the ridiculous pace he had worked himself up to was more than enough to get your screams to bounce off of the cold cabin walls.

Jerking violently in his arms as your second peak washed over you, the sensation almost being too much to bear, he held you against him, not letting you go till you were more than done and your throbbing pussy had milked him off all of his worth. 

Plastered against each other under the toasty duvet, his softening girth still split you apart as his sticky load slowly leaked out and painted his pyjama pants, you murmured weakly into his skin, “so when do you think the snow will melt?”

“I don’t know, I think spring might be a pretty safe bet.”

Peaking up at him, you asked, “are you still in a hurry to get rid of me?”

Glancing blissfully down at you in his arms, he smiled, “I think I could manage if you stayed a little longer.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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A Steve/Tony Christmasy Winter Post

Feeling festive? I thought I'd put together a collection of all my wintery, cozy, snowy, Christmasy Stony fics!

The Ghost of Christmas Present

Rated: Explicit - Tags: Recently Unfrozen Steve Rogers; Christmas Angst; Christmas Fluff; 2012 Avengers Feels; Getting Together

Summary:

Steve was hoping he could get through the holiday season by staying alone in his apartment and not talking to anyone. But then Tony Stark happened.

Blanketed in Snow

Rated: Teen - Tags: Established Relationship; Banter; Stranded; Romantic Comedy; Blizzards & Snowstorms; Winter Summary:

“I know you’ll say this isn’t the best time for me to point it out, but I mentioned needing a survival bag in this car last month,” Steve greeted. “And yet…” Tony quirked up a half smile. “Pointing.”

Unwrapped

Rated: Explicit - Tags: Dom/sub; Cock Warming; Holidays Summary:

Steve waited by the tree like a present wrapped in red satin and rosy cheeks. Standalone, part of Held with @festiveferret

Jingle All the Way

Rated: Mature - Tags: Christmas; Christmas Smut; Nipple Clamps; Jingle Bells

Summary:

The helmet lowered and Tony smirked. “You mentioned they seemed festive.”

Insulation Inspiration

Rated: Teen - Tags: Fluff; Winter; Established Relationship

Summary:

“It’s rare to get a blizzard this bad but I remember…” Steve chuckled again, shifting so he could brush a kiss on the top Tony’s head, but he didn’t continue. So, Tony prodded. “Yes…? Vague memory alert. You know I’m all about instant gratification. Don’t leave me hanging. What do you remember?”

Reasons Why We Ended It

Rated: Teen - Tags: Getting Back Together; Angst with a Happy Ending; Christmastime

Summary:

This was the fifth time he’d seen Tony since they broke up, and it was easier every time...but that was hard, in and of itself.

Jingle Bell Mayhem

Rated: Teen - Tags: Christmas Fluff; Bangtan Boys | BTS Concert(s); Canon-Typical Violence; Mission Fic; Fanboy Jeon Jungkook; Stony Getting Together; Jikook Established Relationship; Canon Compliant

Summary:

When BTS is targeted by shapeshifters, SHIELD sends Steve and Tony to protect them.

Hot Chocolate

Rated: Teen - Tags: Realizations; Sweet; Fluff; Getting Together

Summary:

The hot chocolate that currently warmed Tony's hands still reminded him of Steve, because these days everything did. 

Snowed In

Rated: Teen - Tags: Getting Together; Frustrated Flirting; Bickering

Summary:

“Are you flirting with me, Tony? Because this feels a lot like arguing and we argue a lot. Have we been flirting this whole time?”

#stony #steve/tony #stony fic #fanfiction #wintertime #christmas fic #winter fic #stevetony #steve x tony

[nakunakunomi]

This is my contribution to a secret santa discord server event. This fic is warm and fluffy and I LOVED writing it, I love these characters SO much. I hope you like it too!

Warnings/notes/tags are: polyamory, unspecified AU where Geto is not evil, unspecified whether this is a non-cursed world or a jujutsu AU where we just ignore the presence of curses. Loads and loads and loads of fluff.

2nd person. Reader is genderneutral, no pronouns are used.

Spending the winter holidays with Geto and Gojo is… 

…finding time in your busy schedules so the three of you can enjoy a winter market.

Strolling along the little stalls, taking in the views and the smells. It’s winter, and it has been dark for a while, but all the twinkling lights decorating the stalls reflecting into the white snow -both real and fake- make up for all that darkness. The smells are a little overwhelming at first, all kinds of stalls lined up flooding your senses with strong, sweet odors, heavy spices and the warmth of grilled meats… it’s a lot, combined with the sights and the jolly music playing from the speakers spread around the market, you can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. 

It doesn’t help that Satoru is immediately overly enthusiastic, ready to spend money on souvenirs and gifts for all the students and everyone else he knows, and pointing out all the stalls he’d like to try the food at. He’d run off without you two if it weren’t for Suguru’s quick reflexes, grabbing onto the hood of his jacket and janking him back. Suguru’s holding your hand firmly in his, grounding you from all the things overwhelming your senses. 

You stroll past the stalls, for some reason holding a whole bunch of bags from Satoru, who just can’t seem to stop getting stuff. At every stall there is something that reminds him of one of his studens, his friends or either of you, and he just has to get it. 

You leave the market filled with all kinds of foods and drinks, Suguru suggesting a little break amongst the food stalls, and Gojo getting a little bit of everything to sample, completely filling the little table you are standing at with various containers and plates, one smelling and looking more delicious than the other. You have to fight a little to ensure you get to sample some of the sweet desserts, and all three of you end up with smears on your faces from various sauces- feeding each other is romantic only when you don’t joke around and miss mouths on purpose (and of course you had to have revenge). 

… snuggling up on the couch, shivering and sniffling, full of regret but still shaking from laughter, after Suguru sneakily started a snowball fight on your way home. 

You had felt the cold snow collide with the back of your head and turned around immediately, throwing an accusatory glare at Satoru, who immediately put his hands up in defense. 

“I swear y/n- It wasn’t me I-…” 

His pleas immediately interrupted by yet another snowball, this one narrowly missing the tip of his nose, the both of you whipping your heads around to see Suguru standing with his hands hidden behind his back, giving you both his most innocent smile before grinning and throwing two more snowballs at the both of you simultaneously, a remarkable display of his aim and strength. Though this time you saw them coming and both you and Satoru managed to duck away in time, already grabbing handfuls of snow for your counter-offense. 

The two-against-one-match quickly turned into an all-out battle where each of you had to fend for themselves, because you slipped and nearly fell, throwing one of your snowballs to Satoru, who had promptly declared you his enemy as well. 

You spent almost two hours laughing, running around, hiding from snowballs and each other, you felt like kids again. As if there was not a single care in the world. You continued until your stomach hurt from laughing, your fingers ached from the cold, and you could barely feel your face anymore. 

The minute your little snowball fight was over, you realized just how much snow had melted and had managed to get through to your clothes, despite your gloves, scarf and jacket protecting you from most of the cold. 

You went back inside, changing into warm clothes, fluffy socks and cuddling up on the couch. You put on a silly movie for some background noise and entertainment, Suguru retrieved the blankets and Satoru prepped hot cocoa, overflowing your mugs with way too many mini marshmallows, offering to ‘help’ either one of you if you thought there were too many for you to eat- how kind of him. 

You sat in between the two men, knees pulled up and neatly tucked under the blanket. You barely registered the movie you put on, too busy getting warmed up and enjoying the serenity and pure happiness you felt in that moment. 

…making all kinds of plans, only to spend most of the holiday resting and chilling. 

There were things that had to be done: some household chores as well as work, and there were some things that you wanted to do for fun. Going to visit a new shopping center nearby, explore some city sights you hadn’t had the chance to. You wanted to go out on some dates, go for long walks enjoying the winter landscapes, relax, not worry and stress too much. There was work to be done, but work would always be there, and opportunities to relax and do fun things were scarce, especially in periods where the three of you were available. 

Suguru is a go with the flow kind of person, so he’s happy to tag along to whatever plans you make. Satoru however, is like a kid in a candy store when there is suddenly a lot of free time on your hands, and he is on the couch with his laptop in no time, ready to order tickets to anything you wanna visit, booking trips, and talking about so many plans you wonder out loud where he thinks he’s going to find the time to do all that. 

The fact that you finally can relax makes all the plans seem exciting though, and initially you are 100% behind Satoru, adding on suggestions, sending him links and scrolling on your phone, doing additional research for a lot of the places and activities he suggests. You do listen to Suguru who suggests only really booking things when you’re sure you can go do it, when timing, planning, transport, other plans and your energy levels are all aligned and allow you to do the activity.

He turns out to be the voice of reason, cause all three of you have such a hard time getting up in the morning, finally getting to sleep in (and it’s quite hard getting up when you’re in someone else's arms, comfortable and warm). 

Chores -unless really necessary- get postponed, plans get cancelled. Instead you stay in, watching silly movies, and finally catching up on the latest series you really wanted to watch. You go on walks together, exploring your own neighborhood and stopping at restaurants you haven’t had the chance to try out yet. You focus all your time and effort on quality time and enjoying the time all three of you have together. And you very quickly realize that truly, you do not need to have big and exciting plans to make the most of your winter break. 

… sharing a bed, because it is ‘cold’ outside. 

You leave your windows open at night, because it’s healthier, and you don’t like feeling all stuffy in the morning. There is a certain charm about entering a cold room and snuggling underneath the warm blankets, warming up as you fall asleep, and waking up in your own little warm cocoon. Especially if you have no further responsibilities that day, your blankets keeping you trapped in bed on a cold winter day, sleeping in. 

It is a little less exciting though when the temperatures drop abruptly, and the room is not nice and chilly, but actually is freezing when you go in. You are shivering when you get changed, and your blankets just don’t feel right. Your feet might as well be blocks of ice in your warm, fuzzy, socks. 

It only takes a few minutes of tossing and turning before you decide you need to get a better source of heat in your bed. Or a bed, doesn’t necessarily matter which one. 

So you wrap yourself in a blanket, carefully closing the door behind you, and shuffle your way through the dark hallway, only to find Satoru -your current target- standing in the hallway, mirroring yourself with his blanket wrapped around you as well. 

“It’s too cold in my room”, is the only thing you can blurt out as an explanation, feeling the overwhelming need to explain, even though that’s not necessary. He just nods in acknowledgement, and you need no further words between the two of you to know what the next step is. 

Suguru is already peacefully asleep in a room that’s colder than the rest of the house, but not freezing temperature. Leave it to him to actually properly figure out when to open and close the windows in his room to reach maximum oxygen and the best possible temperature to still be able to snuggle underneath the blankets without risking to freeze overnight. 

Suguru is a quiet sleeper, almost too silent, and you worry you might have woken him up by opening his door. But you didn’t; he merely stirs in his sleep, lips parting in a quiet sigh, hand moving up a little to lay on top of the raven hair that’s splayed upon his pillow. 

You are both as quiet as possible when you enter, Suguru only waking up when you both slip into the bed to either side of him, piling your blankets on top of him and snuggling close. There is a brief moment of surprise, followed by a very sleepy nod of acknowledgement. All three of you take a little time to adjust to three people in the bed, and it’s not entirely sure whose limbs are entangling with who, but it doesn’t matter as you can already feel your body relaxing the second you find a comfortable position. 

Your eyelids grow heavy while you hear Suguru and Satoru quietly converse in the background. You squeeze an arm that is around you, a quiet way of saying goodnight. 

…feeling warm, no matter the temperature. Because you are safe. You are loved. 

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto x reader #gojo x reader #geto x gojo x reader #satosugu #satoru x reader #suguru x reader #polyam #winter fic #holiday fic #reader insert #second person #GN reader #secret santa #fluff #humor #cosy #jjk reader insert

[a-gal-with-taste]

What Is Seen (Oneshot)

Summary: The scars are not all you see, when you look at him. And in this moment of peace, warmth and closeness, you take the time to study them... and perhaps, finally, tell the Eye of Zaun what you truly see, when you see him.

Tags: Winter/Holiday Fic, cuddling, mentions of hurt/comfort, romance, some humor, established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff because I said so, sleepy kissing, Happy Holidays!

Silco X GN!Reader | 1397 Words | AO3

Too many gave too much attention to his scars, in your humble opinion. 

Admittedly, you had been the same when hired. Momentarily frozen under the sight of crackled-gray, fitted with blood red enveloped in pitch-black. 

It had struck you, haunted you long-after that first meeting, and lingered in your mind. Standing out as a permanent fixture in your thoughts, for days to come, until your next meeting. 

The meeting following after that meeting, you stopped paying attention to the scars. And, though he'd never truly admit it, you imagined that's when Silco began to pay attention to you as well. 

Love didn't come quickly, but the attraction certainly did. Magnetic forces brought together under the guise of business as he built-up his empire, and you eased-in the supplies with a finesse he quietly appreciated. 

But it wasn't your tactics and reliability that made him call you back, and likewise, it wasn't his scars that drew you in. 

Many claim his ruin-eye to be one of fire. True, but also nonsense; the green is far more in its bare intensity, often barely holding back tides of pure, raw thoughts and emotion in that seagreen gaze. 

It was that seagreen that drew you in, lost you in its depths, again and again, until you forgot the scars entirely. 

Forgot who Silco was sometimes, even. The danger of the sea didn't scare you, after your presence became something more than occasional - in fact, a part of you welcomed the drowning. 

And when at last, talks of business ceased, soon with all attempts at speaking failing as your lips found his, you indeed found the drowning delectable, addictive, and magnetic... 

You were more than happy to drown, again and again. 

Silco, though he never said it aloud, was more than pleased you were so-willing to fall to the depths with him. 

And so, you forget the scars. Quite impossible, yet so simple to cast them from your mind as time goes by, as brushes of skin and lips become more frequent, and less hidden. They simply didn't matter, and you so rarely took notice of them when his low-words and expert hands were far, far more all-encompassing. 

Which is why, in this moment of peace, you study your love - and more importantly, those scars everyone seems to fixate on. 

The fire before you both no-longer roars, but exhibits a heat that has long-since sent the Industrialist in a sleep, one that is much needed. You have no doubt your own body, and the comforter you both share, helped get him to such a relaxed state. 

Head tilting-back on the couch, jaw slackened to let soft little breaths whistle through chipped-teeth in his snores, it's a herculean task not to smooth back the ruffled dark-hairs that have fallen askew over forehead and temple. A task failing quick, as your hands begin to ghost up from its placement along the steady, rhythmic beating of his heart, and coasting further up to gently shuffle those dark locks back.

His breathing hitches, and your own stills.

When it resumes, you draw your hand away, tucking it back beneath the blacket, and against Silco’s chest with a tenderness that still, after all this time, feels unreal. It feels unreal, that you are capable of being this close to the man, and likewise, that he remains so close and so trusting to you.

It feels impossible to think a man like Silco can learn to trust again, when you give attention to the scars.

Guessing his weariness would be long lasting, the patch was placed on to hide away the toxified-eye in his rest, but it does nothing to hide the scars you trace with your eyes. Scars that define him. That changed him, fundamentally and morally, into the Eye of Zaun the Undercity knows of today. A man of ruthless and unapologetic nature, a creature of spite and maliciousness, taken human-form…

Others would flinch. 

You simply lean up to brush your lips against the blackened-grooves, the rigid flesh of his marred cheekbone.

It causes Silco’s breath to hitch, and return from the depths of snoring he had fallen into. You say nothing as he awakens with your name on his lips, only traveling your own to follow the line of his cheekbone beneath ruined skin, layering another slow kiss there, as he lets out a dry sigh.

“You realize, the nerves there are mostly dead,” Silco murmurs, in a perplexed question of sleepy affection, masked as dry sarcasm as he fights back a yawn. “I can neither feel nor sense you there, not in the correct capacity. It’s all… muted.”

“Even when I do this?” Another kiss, this one delivered closer to the hollow of his angular cheek, rather than the sharp-bone beneath. The action only earns you a hum, and the arm slung around your hip tightening.

“How about this?” Closer, edging-along the patch that hides his eye. Silco doesn’t even attempt to struggle back the deep yawn this time, but ends it with a tired sound of your name, that you know is secretly amused beneath the exhaustion.

Traveling your mouth closer to the lobe of his ear, you murmur in that honey-sweet, low pitch that you know has him shuddering. “And this-?”

Lips barely make it there, before he is turning, and capturing your lips with his own. 

You melt into him, and it’s not because of the fireplace that lays before you both. The warmth that spreads through your body, at the simple, nearly chaste kiss he offers, is not one that can be born out of such a physical-element as fire. Rather, it originates from something stronger, more heated and powerful, all encompassing, and burning in your veins, through your heart…

Enough to keep you warm, long after he pulls away to lean his forehead on yours. 

“Amusing yourself with my battle scars?” He questioned, more curious than hostile, but the green-gaze of his flickers over your face regardless. Largely from the force of habit, which you don’t blame him for.

“Not exactly,” You murmur, sliding your hand up once more, to cup the unscarred cheek. “Studying, more like.”

“Indeed?”

“Yep.”

“Care to share your findings?”

A smile dances on your lips, shadowed in the dancing of the flames, as you lean closer to murmur against his mouth once-more with hooded eyes. “They aren’t all that scary.”

“Ha.” Silco rolls the singular eye that remains. “I beg you don’t tell the populace. Or else, I may have to find a new career.”

“I could sponsor you.”

“And I would bleed-you dry,” He says in a dark-sweetness akin to bitter honey, as he nips at your bottom lip in a way that has you squeaking, biting back your own grin in an attempt to stay serious.

“I mean it. I don’t normally take notice of them… don’t normally see them, to be honest.” His brow raises, and you shrug, speaking your truth simply. “They aren’t the features I think of most, when I think of you. Not the focal point, and not what I see, when I think of you.”

“What do you see, then…?” His question grows quiet, as your hands travel up to cup at either-side of his face. Angular, sharp, and rough against one of your palms… but you hold his face with all the tenderness that comes when holding something precious, and gazing at him, as though he is indeed something precious to behold.

“What do you think, Silco?” You murmur simply, hand sliding further upward to push away the patch and returning to his cheek the moment it’s off. “What do you think I see?”

Slower, mismatched eyes flick between your own - from habit, ever-assessing, even with you. It’s not one you would fault him for, and you do not fault him now. Only smile, thumb brushing along the rough ridge of skin beneath the infamous eye, as you look at him. 

Look at the man you love. The man you’re happy to drown into, with those seagreen eyes, and happy to burn for, as you hold one-another close before the flames, and all-knowing he would do the very same...

Love. That’s what you see.

Silco never ends up answering your question.

But you think the long kiss he offers you next, as you lay together in the warmth of a crackling fire, says more than enough.

#happy holidays #silco #Arcane #silco x reader #arcane fic #silco fic #silco x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #oneshot #fluff #romance #short and sweet #reader insert #winter fic

[moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches]

Pumpkin picking

Sooo this is the fic ive been working on!! It's a silly lil huntlow/hexsquad fic that takes place the day before TTT!! Also it's my first fic posted here, so don't be too harsh pls

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"So, are we there yet?"

"Hunter, this is your third time asking", Amity sighed. "However, are we there yet?"

"Yeah, it's right over this hill!" Luz said. "But i wanna do a dramatic reveal, so you have to climb up the hill first, and i'll show you and you all will gasp!"

"Whatever makes you happy", Amity said. She hasn't seen Luz smiling much in the past couple of weeks, but this brought her so much joy, so Amity didn't mind some theatrics.

Luz stood on the top of the hill, covering most of the field beside it with her arms and body. She was wearing a red shirt with some bats, a black denim jacket, a pair of black shorts, her usual white boots and unmatched striped socks. It was pretty warm for Gracefield that autumn, so she took advantage of that. Luz watched her friends line up in front of her and took a good look at them - they all decide to wear halloweeny outfits for the ocasion.

Amity was wearing and orange turtleneck, a black skirt with buttons and black heeless shoes. She tucked her hair back with a headband, Sabrina Spellman-style, and looked determined(and extremely beautiful). Gus stood next to her, and he was practically shaking with excitement. He dressed up in an orange sweatshirt with a pumpkin face drawn on it, a pair of black jeans and black converse shoes. Hunter slightly calmed Gus by putting his hand on his shoulder. Hunter himself was wearing an orange shirt with another white long-sleeved shirt under it, light blue jeans and a pair of red crocks, which looked horrendous, but Luz was happy that Hunter was discovering his fashion sence(even if it's awful). Willow, who was standing beside him, was rocking a long black dress with many layers. She tied her hair into a small ponytail, and, for some reason, her footwear of choice was a pair of yellow rubber boots. Luz perfectly knew the energy that was sparking between Willow and Hunter - these two, for sure, wanted to hold hands, but couldn't bring themselves to do it. Vee was absent - she said something about dishes to wash, but Luz was pretty sure it was her strange secret fear of pumpkins.

"A-a-and, you can look!", Luz put her hands down, and the gang saw a field of pumpkins.

"This is not as exciting as i expected..." Hunter said.

"This is just as exciting as i expected!", Gus yelled.

"Okay, first we need to split! I'm going with Amity and Gus," Luz said with a sly smile. "And Hunter is going with Willow! Okaythatsitthelastonetogettothefieldisaloser!"

After blurting it out, she grabbed Amity's and Gus' hands and ran down the hill. Hunter and Willow rushed after them. They gave up almost immediately and decided to walk slowly and take their time.

The first minutes alone with Willow were awkward. Her eyes were so green, full of confusion and wonder. She had a beautiful smile on her face. All the orange around them highlighted her black dress. All Hunter could think about is how much he wanted to hold her hand. And all he did was trying to stare at pumpkins, not at her.

But then she said:

"Look, this pumpkin looks exactly like our abomination teacher did after we beat their team at flyer derby!"

That just made Hunter burst out laughing and broke the tension.

"Can we not choose this one then? That guy creeped me out. Maybe we should take that one that looks like a coffee cup."

"A cup of pumpkin spice latte!"

"Exactly!"

"I love pumpkin spice," Willow said, hiding her eyes away. "Maybe we should get some someday. Like, um, just the two of us..."

Hunter knew what that meant - Luz watched all those crappy romcoms all the time, and when one character wanted to date another character, this is exactly what they said. This meant a lot.

Willow wanted to date him.

Willow wanted to date him!

This thought filled Hunter's entire mind and heart. His face was so red he was sure it's actually on fire. Panic overtook him, and the best he could do is say:

"Yea...um...i need to go to...wash my flowers and...sorry..."

He walked away, slowly at first, but then just started running.

What was he running from? A girl he really, really likes liked him back... Maybe that actually was the reason. No one's ever looked at him like Willow. No one talked to him like her - like she knew everything about him, and accepted all of him. And that novelty was scary, even though Hunter knew that-

He tripped and fell on his face. Great. Absolutely what he needed right now.

"Oh my titan, dude, you found the best one!"

It was Gus' voice. Hunter turned around and saw Luz, Amity and Gus. The latter was holding the pumpkin Hunter tripped on.

"I totally agree!" Amity said. "It's big, and tough, and just the right color!"

Willow reached the group. "Does anyone want to ask Hunter if he's okay, guys?"

"I'm fine", Hunter replied. He looked at Willow, who was so worried about him, and still cared deeply about him even after he ran from her, and added: "And yes. I'd love to go with you very much."

"Go...Where?" Luz said, confused.

"It's a long story," Hunter said. He stood up. "Let's grap this pumpkin and head home."

Him and Willow were holding hands the entire trip back.

#not art #the owl house #toh #the owl house fanfiction #the owl house fanfic #toh fanfiction #huntlow fanfiction #huntlow fic #winter fic #luz noceda #amity blight #willow park #gus porter #hunter wittebane #huntlow #hunter x willow #winter

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: It's the time of year when everything gets a little distant, the world a little colder. And sitting in your room, you get to witness the first snow with Alcina by your side. Read it on AO3 here! Warnings: None!! Unless you're allergic to fluff. Notes: Hello~ Tiffany is back again with one of her slightly older fics hehe. I think I've posted this one before but I couldn't find it for my masterlist so I'm posting it again. Also yes, I know this fic is about the first snow smack dab in the middle of summer (at least for Canada) but you know what! I don't care, lol. I absolutely adore winter and the atmosphere it brings, so homely and warm and everything good. So here we are, happy reading!

Today was a quiet one. The mid-afternoon sun streamed through the large windows and the sounds of the castle had settled down to a softer noise in the background after the hecticness that comes with any morning. Glancing up, you look towards one of the windows of Castle Dimitrescu and see the vast expanse of Village spread out before you, but something else catches your eye.

Standing up from the large chaise you had been sitting on, with soft steps you pad over to get a closer look. It was a bit chilly, warm breath sure to make wisps in the cold winter air, and in awe you watch as the first snowfall of the season plays out before your very eyes. Cold weather wasn't anything new in the country of Romania, and yet after all this time, this was still a view you'd never get sick of. The small little snowflakes drifting down to Earth from the skies, painting the world in a sparkling white. It reminded you of the winters of your childhood and how much life has changed since then, and yet you wouldn't change the life you had now for anything.

You adjust your robe slightly, pulling it around more tightly around you for warmth, not that you needed to though. It was more of a comfort than anything else. Your body hardly got cold anymore, not when you yourself were made of fire, a result of the attack all those years past... Sometimes you still felt the lingering ache of being reborn, the old scars forever a reminder despite your healing abilities.

Regardless, you were here now and that's all that matters.

"Darling? Are you in here?" A voice called out just past the door of the room. It was just a courtesy though, you knew Alcina could hear the steady thump of your heart for miles with her supernatural hearing and all.

"Yes, dearest," you call out softly, turning around to look towards your lover as she crouched through the small door. With fluid steps, she's in front of you in seconds, a relaxed smile on her face. She too donned a robe, a rich burgundy colour that matched the golden hue of her eyes perfectly. Despite her relaxed demeanour she still exuded that sort of etherealness you can't find anywhere else on earth, still oozed the authority that comes with being a woman in her position.

And she was all yours.

For a moment you glance down at the shining ring on your left hand before looking up at Alcina, a grin meeting your lips as you will your body to float upwards to match her height, an easy feat when you were made of butterflies you supposed.

"Is this where you've been hiding away, dearest?" she says, an amused look on her face, "I've hardly seen you all day." Lifting her hand she runs it over your cheek gently, her lips upturned in a grin.

That was the thing with Alcina. Despite her stature, she was nothing but gentle with you (well, unless the situation called for... otherwise), as if you were made of ice, delicate. Her little snowdrop, she would call you. It was ironic really, since you were essentially the opposite of snow.

You had asked about it one day, maybe a year after you had gotten your powers, why she still called you that.

You and Alcina were sitting in bed, finally getting a moment of repose after a chaotic day of planning for the upcoming winter solstice festival in the village. You sat in Alcina's lap, your head lying on her chest as you both read the book she held in her hands.

Eventually, the weariness of the day caught up to you, and you yawned loudly. Glancing down at you overtop her reading glasses, Alcina wordlessly closes the book and places it down beside her.

"Are you tired, my little snowdrop?" she asks, running a hand through your hair, the action soothing you so much that you yawn once more.

"Why do you still call me that, Alci?" you ask, wiping away the tears that had formed from repeatedly yawning.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asks, looking down at you with a confused look on her face.

"'My little snowdrop', why do you still call me that? I mean, it doesn't really make sense, not when I'm made of these now," you say, lifting a hand. On it, a little red butterfly fluttered its wings, little wisps of fire left behind in its wake.

"Hm," she pauses momentarily, "well, it's because I think of you as my snowdrop, snowdrop," she says with a chuckle, which makes you snort. She runs her hands through your hair for a moment before speaking again.

"I think it makes sense though, regardless of your butterflies. Snowdrops are small, delicate, beautiful. Everything that embodies you, my darling," she says, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. Turning around slightly, you look up at her and are met with golden eyes filled with nothing but affection.

"But even more so," she continues, "the word snowdrop...snow. There's a sort of strength to snow, isn't there? It's a graceful thing, stunning to look at as each snowflake falls to the floor, individualistic in its own right. From afar it's easy to enjoy, but the moment you step outdoors you're met with the freezing cold that nips any skin left uncovered. Stay out too long and you begin to freeze slowly but in a way, it's also fast, so fast that you don't even notice you're freezing until you're already halfway gone. That in itself is strength isn't it?" You pause for a moment, rendered speechless. Alcina really had a way with words, and it caught you off-guard at times. You soak in her words, tilting your head in contemplation before nodding wordlessly.

"And you're just like that, snowdrop. An ethereal being, easily admired from afar, but step closer and you will see that you're not just beautiful, but full of strength as well, not something so easily stepped on." Alcina finishes with a smile. At her words your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but regardless your heart still fills with warmth.

"I... didn't know you thought of me like that Alcina," you say, albeit a bit embarrassedly.

"Well, I do. Every word I spoke I think to be true, you're stronger than you know," Alcina says, the slightest tint of red on her cheeks at her honesty.

"Well, then I like the name then, darling," you say with a smile.

"I'm glad you do, my little snowdrop," Alcina says, her lips upturning into a smile that matches your own.

Snapping back to the present, you smile a bit at the memory before responding to Alcina.

"It felt like a bit of an antisocial sort of day, darling. I'm sorry," you say, glancing off to the side. Alcina takes one of your hands into her own with a sigh, pressing a kiss onto your palm.

"There's no need to be sorry, my love, how many times must I tell you that. I understand things get overwhelming at times, it's quite alright", she says, which makes you look back up at her fondly.

"Thank you for always being so understanding Alcina, I don't know what I'd do without you," you say before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her lips. The feeling never changed, her full soft lips on yours as your heart filled a bit more with love for this woman. You feel her smile into the kiss before pulling away slightly.

"It's the least I could do, darling," she says before pecking your lips once more. Then her gaze is pulled from your own to the one behind you and she lets out a soft gasp.

"My, it's snowing already?" she asked, more to herself if anything. Her eyes are filled with an almost childlike glimmer, the view before you so pure it made your heart soar with affection. Alcina had always told you winter was her favourite season. It really suited her.

"It is, darling. I noticed it just before you came in," you say.

"Perhaps we should go on a stroll then, my little snowdrop. The first snow is always the most beautiful."

"I'd fit right in then, wouldn't I?" you say with a giggle, making Alcina chuckle before grabbing your waist and pulling you close.

"I would say yes, but you stand out amongst the crowd, my love. My pretty little snowdrop," Alcina says, kissing you once more.

A/N: This fic always gets me so softtttttt. I love Alcina, so much.

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[bookshelf-dust]

hii<3 could you write a fic with Gareth and reader going ice skating and none of the two know how to and keep falling?

(also, how are you doing? have you had anything to drink?<33)

this was your idea.

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 926

warnings: swearing, flirting, gareth being a little shit, brief mention of a potential skating accident (doesn’t actually happen), two idiots that can’t skate, fluff

a/n: hi!! i was quite stressed earlier today because i’ve got severe social anxiety and i had to go out to eat, but i did it and then i got a book! so as of now i’m okay. long car ride and rewatching a movie and writing this for you. i had something to drink at lunch but that’s all. i’ll get something later i swear! (how are you? hope you’re okay my sweet!!) thank you for your request!! this is super precious. also i’ve never actually been ice skating, so i hope this turned out okay!!

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“Get your coat, Gareth.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Gareth fucking Emerson. Get your coat, or I’m leaving your ass here.”

“Whatever you say, mom.”

That earned him a smack on the back of his head, curls bouncing as he tried to dodge your attack too late.

When you got to the rink, however, he changed his tone. He’d thought that since it was indoors, he’d be just fine.

“It’s fucking freezing in here, holy shit, are you kidding?”

“This was your idea, Gare. Your idea. But I bet you’re glad you brought your coat now, huh?”

Gareth stuck his tongue out at you like a child.

“I have no idea why I’m with you right now.”

He rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you in your place in line. His hands rubbed up and down your sides.

“Because I look like this.” He gestured to himself and you removed his hands from your hips.

He grinned at your annoyance. You moved up with the crowd, hoping to shoo him away.

“And because I love you. Thank you for coming with me.”

He kissed your shoulder, thought that was kind of a stretch considering the variety of layers between his mouth and your skin. It was cold in Hawkins, and very cold in this ice rink.

He stepped ahead of you once the counter was in view, retrieving your skates and paying for your hour long time ticket.

Then the both of you listened to the tired assistant manager tell you the same safety speech she’d told everyone else all day, and all week, and that she’d tell for the rest of the month.

You plopped down on a rickety bench to put on your skates. When you’d finished knotting the laces, you looked up at Gareth.

His head was bent and you watched as he finished his own tying.

Suddenly he looked up at you, panic in his eyes. “Why’d I say I wanted to do this? Have you looked at these things? What if I fall out there and someone skates by and slices my fucking nose off?”

You laughed at his distress, though having thought about the same thing on the way.

“Then I guess you won’t have a nose anymore.”

He scoffed at you and then pouted.

“That is not helping.”

You brought your hand to his face, pushing a naughty curl behind his ear. You drug your thumb across his bottom lip, then over the crease between his brows, smoothing the pout away.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna be fine. Besides, if it happened that often, this place wouldn’t be open.”

Gareth had been calming down before you threw that out into the world. But you were pulling him up and out to the rink, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Gareth Emerson made it about ten feet before he fell on his ass.

It didn’t matter, considering half of the rest of the people were laughing at their exact same predicaments, but it was also partially his fault for assuming he’d be automatically great.

If I can roller skate, then I can figure this out too. You told yourself, holding onto the side rail and gently moving yourself along, trying to glide like you saw the other, more experienced skaters doing.

You reached behind you for Gareth’s hand, only to turn and see him on the ice.

Helping him up, you offered him a cold kiss to the cheek to soothe the embarrassment, though you only made it a little further before you found yourself slipping.

Gareth caught you though, almost like a trust fall, laughing and tossing his head back.

He looked ethereal every time he did that.

“Careful, baby. You’re like Bambi.”

“Bite me.”

A little further, and Gareth was down again. This time, you found yourself laughing, realizing you both sucked as at this, and there really was no reason to be embarrassed when everyone else was having the same problem.

He begged to hold your hand, though you refused, telling him that he “would not be taking you down with him.”

Not that that prevented anything. You passed a little girl doing full on spins, and you paused in awe, slightly because you’d managed to get the foot movement down to keep yourself up, but also because who the fuck can just do that?

Behind you, Gareth was not doing so well. He slipped again, grabbing hold of your shirt for purchase, and then you were both on the ice, palms read and chests heaving with laughter.

“Thanks dumbass!” You shouted at him, though there was no real anger in your voice.

Eventually, the both of you got back up, though you were sure your knees were trashed now because of it.

From then on, you decided to hold his hand and work together. Shockingly, it kinda worked.

You moved along, making one full loop around the rink without falling.

In the midst of contemplating how hockey players just did this shit all the time, Gareth looked over at you.

“I think I bruised my ass.”

His comment took you by surprise and you cackled, though you slipped, and went down once again.

When your hour was up, and you’d both fallen numerous more times, you found yourselves outside, cups of hot chocolate in your hands.

You sat down, though wincing as you did so. You were totally not in shape.

“Gonna sit with me, Gare?”

He shook his head. “Uh uh. No way. I wasn’t kidding. I’m not gonna be able to sit for a week.”

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

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[surreal666]

Winter / Holiday fic self rec

Not tagged, but figured I can contribute with the one Frozen Over fic I did in 2021.

Same Old (New) Traditions on AO3

#schitt's creek #david x patrick #winter fic #holiday fic

[dixonlvr-online]

Day 4: Snowed in

Pairing: Pre-prison group x Reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff, family

Summary: The group is snowed in at their current house. Reader suggests a festive game to lighten the mood.

A/N: So on this one I just wrote and didn't edit and had fun with it. Hope you enjoy :)

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“Hey! Look at this!”

You followed Maggie’s voice down a long hallway, where she stood gaping at something in the master bedroom. Turning the corner, your jaw dropped. Carved into the wall was a walk-in closet full of the most outlandish and eccentric clothing you’d ever seen. Polka dots, neon, leopard print, cowboy hats, feather boas and more from floor to ceiling. This room was a living, breathing creature, the most lively one you’d seen in a while.

“Oh my god. This is incredible.”

Maggie nodded, still eyeing it up and down with a wide grin. “We need to show the others.”

Turning to do just that, you caught a glimpse at the window. That morning you’d all awoken to light snowfall, just enough to coat the ground and give you a pretty view. None of you were worried until Daryl pointed to the sky, claiming a snowstorm was about to hit.

“Nah. It’s Georgia. Ain’t gonna snow that hard,” was what Rick said. But now the window was solid white, flakes swirling so thickly you couldn’t see the tree line. You tapped Maggie’s arm to show her and the two of you shared a look. This’ll go over well.

Downstairs, Rick was pacing with his hands on his hips. He was the most motherly man you’d met in your life and it made you smile every time he proved it. His grumbles reminded you so much of your mother, it squeezed at your heart.

“Damn snowstorm…why the hell…for God’s sake…”

The rest of the group was standing around him, shuffling on their feet as they awaited his verdict. Only Daryl seemed unbothered, standing by the window and looking out. Your eyes lingered a little too long at the sight.

“Alright. We’ll stay until it clears up,” Rick announced, heads shooting up when he spoke. He turned to you and Maggie, having finally caught you creeping down the stairs. “Did ya see any extra blankets up there? Some warm clothes?”

You shared a knowing smile with her, picturing his reaction when he found out.

“Oh yeah. We found a whole closet full of clothes.”

An hour later you were all dispersed around the room, bundled up in your new coats (Rick had scoffed when he saw them and tried to pick out the least ridiculous ones, but some of them were still laugh-inducing). Daryl had refused to wear one, claiming “he didn’t need no ugly coat to get him by.” Lori had smiled for the first time in days when you handed her an oversized leopard-print fur coat.

The remaining food had been divided and eaten, no point in savoring what little you had. Now came the worst part of the end of the world: boredom. You sat next to Carol, staring at your boots and pretending they were in conversation.

What would you like for Christmas, Mr. Boot?

I don’t know, Mrs. Boot. What would you like for Christmas?

Well there isn’t much around here in way of presents. Maybe a nice new pair of laces.

Laces sound like a fine gift! But where will we find them?

You sighed, the make-believe talk only reminding you that the holidays were upon you with no chance of being celebrated. It was a bummer, truly. You loved the holidays, especially Christmas, and had been looking forward to celebrating at the farm. Now, with all the moving around and never having enough time or energy to do anything but sleep or eat, holiday spirit was the furthest thing from your mind.

You glanced at Carl, who was rolling his empty can back and forth on the floor. A sinking feeling hit your stomach, knowing that his youth would be wasted on death and pain. Knowing that he may never have Christmas again. No cookie baking, no decorating, no presents…

The thought struck you like lightning, excitement coursing through your veins. This area was a wasteland, where nothing shiny or intriguing enough to consider as a gift could be found. Not until now…

“Hey guys. I have an idea for something to cheer us up.”

All eyes were on you in an instant. That was something you’d realized quickly since this started: everyone had grown quieter and more attentive to others. “Something to cheer us up” was like rattling a food dish for a dog.

You stood up and walked over to Beth, who had been filling the time by writing in her journal. You pointed to it, silently asking permission. She handed it over without protest, too curious about your idea to question it. The room was silent as you scribbled on the page, lowering the pen when you finished and tearing the paper out. Everyone watched as you carefully ripped it to pieces, placing each fragment in an upturned can on the floor.

Grabbing it, you faced the others. Even Daryl was watching now, the anticipation spreading as you held up the can.

“Everyone’s going to draw a name from here. Whoever’s name you get, you’re going to go into the closet upstairs and pick out something ridiculous for them to wear all day. It can be anything, just make sure it’s silly.”

Faces were lighting up now, backs straightening as you explained the game. The human mind needed fun challenges such as this and it had been far too long since you’d had one. You only hoped it would serve to amuse.

“Wait, so we have to wear it all day?” Carl asked. You nodded, eyes narrowing at the mischievous smile on his face.

“Are we keepin’ it a secret until everyone’s got something? Or do we get our item and give it to the person immediately?” Maggie inquired.

You nodded once again. “Yeah, keep it a secret until everyone’s got something. Then we can hand them over all at once like Secret Santa.”

The energy in the room has increased significantly, you were happy to note, despite the game not having started yet. You held the can up to a skeptical Rick, who was leaned against the doorframe. Shaking it at him, he finally got the message and stuck his hand in, drawing out a slip of paper.

“Oh, wait, and don’t tell anyone who you got! It’s part of the surprise,” you added quickly. He nodded, discreetly reading the name and smiling to himself. A swell of pride hit you when you saw his lighten.

Next, you approached Daryl. He was staring at you in amused disbelief, a tiny smile on his face as he reached for a paper. Snorting when he read it, you once again felt a glow inside you at the joy this was bringing. 

Once everyone had their papers, the game was set. Each person would have 5 minutes to choose something and stash it before their time was up. Then, when everyone had their items, you would all gather them and go around the circle presenting them. 

That’s where you were now: in a circle on the floor. Everyone had giddily chosen their items, even trash talking to each other about how theirs was the most embarrassing of the bunch, no competition. You laughed uncontrollably when Hershel of all people came bounding down the stairs exclaiming how his choice was the best.

Seeing it all now, you had to admit his was a good one. He’d gotten Carl, he revealed, and had chosen a comically large Mickey Mouse style bow tie for him to wear. It was a treat watching him fasten it to the young boy, the weight of causing him to topple forward. 

You’d gotten Glenn and picked out a cartoonish propeller hat from the rack, saying, “It reminded me of you!” He grinned and put it on confidently, flicking the propeller wings to make it spin. From that point on, not a minute went by where someone wasn’t spinning it from behind him.

In return, you were wearing giant sunglasses in the shape of alien heads from Carl. They made it nearly impossible to see, but you still caught a glimpse of Daryl’s smile.

He’d gotten Beth a heavy gold chain, which matched perfectly with Hershel’s gift from T-Dog, arguably the best one of all: a t-shirt that read “Certified Gangsta” in bold lettering. It was unanimously voted the “most fitting” choice.

Carol wore a color-blocked cat jacket from Glenn, which Daryl teased was blinding him. She’d gotten her revenge right after by presenting him with a western fringe vest, probably someone’s costume piece once upon a time. Instead of shedding his leather vest like you’d expected, he layered the new one on top of it, which was a hilarious sight. You’d insisted he let you feel the fringe, as it looked very texturally pleasing, but really you’d just wanted an excuse to stand closer to him. He didn’t seem to mind, taking the spot next to you without a word.

Rick and Carl sat beside each other, both sporting sheriff’s hats. Carl’s was a real one, Rick’s old one, and Rick’s was a brand-new one from Beth, incredibly over-decorated and fake-looking compared to the real one. He’d laughed when he saw it, which took many of you by surprise. You saw Lori’s eyes widen from under her devil-horn headband (from Maggie, whom you had a sneaking suspicion chose it based on her personal feelings for the woman). Lori had gotten her ironically, but had opted for a neutral ugly Christmas sweater. Maggie kept fidgeting with the itchy sleeves, though, so you guessed they were even.

Last but not least, T-Dog was entertaining you all with his terrible pirate impression, sporting an eye patch gifted by Rick. He’d gone back upstairs to search for a hook hand when he got it, but that was apparently the only thing the closet didn’t have. 

You felt warm, despite the freezing weather outside. The snow had died down, giving you a beautiful view of white covering the ground and the trees. It was a winter wonderland in the middle of an apocalypse. Surrounded by people you’d grown to love, their laughter ringing in your ears, things didn’t feel so bad after all.

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[skyler10fic]

Love at First Snowfall

By Skyler10

Summary:

Daisy's grumbling about having to share a snowy family vacation with another family in their cabin ends suddenly when she meets their gorgeous daughter. Love at first sight might not be real, but this is making a believer out of Daisy. Luckily for her, Carol is a confident woman who goes after what she wants. And what she wants is Daisy. Like the snow outside, these girls are falling hard and fast.

Based on this image prompt from @ficwip

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Daisy pulled her parka tighter as she trudged through the snow behind her parents. She was 25 but felt like a teenager, grumbling that snow was stupid and family vacations were stupid and blizzards blocking the driveway up to their cabin were especially stupid. It was cold, dark despite being only 6 p.m., and the groceries she was carrying from the convenience store in the village were threatening to break through their plastic bags. Plus, another family from the Air Force Officer’s Club was coming and sharing the cabin with them. Technically, the Coulsons were in side A and the other family was renting side B of the split duplex, but that side didn’t have any heating, so the three-bedroom three-bathroom side A half of the cabin would have to do for all six of them. 

“Ughhhh,” Daisy groaned as they approached the cabin and discovered the other family had arrived. A burly man with a snow shovel was clearing the driveway for his wife to pull in their giant SUV. Another “ughhh” sounded from the driveway as the door on the far side of the SUV opened and slammed shut. 

“Let me help!” a blonde young woman insisted to the burly man, who could only be her father. 

“I told you to wait in the car,” he insisted. “Young ladies don’t need to be out in this weather.” 

“Dad!” 

The two stopped bickering long enough to notice Phil, Melinda, and Daisy approaching, likely given away by the sound of their boots crunching on the icy snow. 

“Hey! I can grab some of those bags! Oh.” The blonde walked over, then exhaled a puff of white air as she saw Daisy up close.”Hi. I’m Carol.” 

Her rosy cheeks, soft smile, and bright eyes charmed Daisy immediately. “God, please let her be queer,” Daisy prayed to the rainbow gods. 

Carol’s mom turned off the SUV and got out to greet them, and introductions all around set the snowy week in motion. 

“And here we are,” Daisy concluded the short cabin tour for Carol, who plopped her duffle bag on the unclaimed bed. Daisy’s bed, with a view out the window at the snow-draped forest, was already rumpled from the night before. “Um, I hope that dark pink duvet is okay. We washed both when I arrived yesterday, and I took the navy.” 

“I like it.” Carol winked in a way that Daisy didn’t understand. “It suits us.”

“Sorry, what?” Daisy furrowed her brow, not following the reference. 

Carol nodded to the bi flag sticker on Daisy’s laptop, sitting half-open on the bedstand. She then pulled out her phone and lit up the lock screen. A stylized lesbian flag appeared, complete with a stripe so dark pink it was almost maroon, just like the duvet Daisy pulled off the shelf.  

So the sapphic goddesses did answer prayers. 

Daisy cleared her throat. “Oh! And do you have a girlfriend who is going to be jealous of us rooming together?” 

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Carol answered with a wry smile. “And do you have anyone who—?” 

“No! No,” Daisy clarified hastily. “I’m free. Free as a bird. Single as a … jingle? ANYWAY!” Daisy rushed to make her bed and sat down on it, then got up again abruptly, eyeing the door. 

Carol strategically leaned against the doorframe, casually blocking Daisy’s escape. “My mom tells me you work at Stark Industries too? Shame I haven’t seen you before around the office. Then again, I’m up on the 10th floor with the rest of aerospace.” 

“I… I mostly work from home, or, well, until recently I was in the New York office, but now, I’m not. I mean, I just moved back to Colorado. But I could be in the Denver office now more. Maybe visiting the 10th floor?” Daisy finished and blushed. She wasn’t used to being the flustered one. Usually she held all the cards, batting her lashes and pushing out her cleavage or wearing the perfect dress to make a man putty in her hands. But Carol Danvers was no man. This time it was Daisy fighting desperately for her cool-girl life. 

“I’d like that. That is, if you’re not sick of me after this week,” Carol laughed in self-deprecation. “But I already know you’re a lot nicer to look at than any of the sweaty dudes up there. It’d be a nice change of pace.” 

“I think there was a compliment in there?” Daisy laughed. “Thank you.” 

“Welcome.” Carol gave her a cheeky once-over to make the flirtation clear. 

Daisy’s heart skipped. “You know that officers’ dinner gala thing our parents have to go to on Wednesday night at the ski resort?” 

Carol rolled her eyes and her smile fell. “Ugh, don’t remind me.” 

“What if we stayed here instead? Made dinner together and got to know each other better?” Daisy held her breath as she waited for an answer.

“Hell yes.” Carol sighed in relief. “I hate those things.” 

The night of the gala, the girls got dressed up anyway after the parents left. They ate dinner by candlelight, after lying to their parents that they were too tired from skiing and just wanted a “cozy girls’ night in.” While their parents assumed they were watching trashy TV and heating up a frozen pizza in their PJs, they were really having their first date. 

Though they had only known each other a few days, their chemistry was instant. Love at first sight might be a myth, as true love grows over time with emotional intimacy and investment, but desire at first sight is as real as the sudden blanket of snow on a winter morning, fresh and sparkling with possibility. 

Sometimes that pure desire is tarnished with exploration, but for Daisy and Carol, it grew with each moment. By the end of the week, they were waking up with limbs entangled under the navy duvet, watching the snowfall replenish itself to brave the light of a new day.  

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

turn into a popsicle

A/N: here's a little witchy wintery blurb for you all since it's currently -5℃ where I am

warnings: Eddie Munson x witch!reader, sometimes boys are dumb and Eddie sadly isn't the exception, being very cold, weather inappropriate clothes

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Shivering so hard his teeth clattered, you watched as Eddie brought his faintly blue-hued, ring-clad fingers up towards his lips and exhaled slowly onto them. 

Why he had thought he’d be fine in just his leather jacket today, you didn’t know. The boy had eyes, he could well damn see the meter of snow outside his trailer, yet that evidently couldn’t stop him from tarnishing his image by trading it with something fluffy and warm. 

“You’re gonna turn into a popsicle before we reach school.”

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled, squinting his eyes at you. 

“Oh no principal Coleman, that’s not a snowman, that’s my boyfriend!” 

“What do you want me to say, huh?” Eddie whirled around to stare you down, snow crunching underneath his shoes, “I should have worn something different! There, you happy now?” 

Rolling your eyes, you sighed, watching the cloud of warm air puff out your lips, “give me your hands,” offering him your own. 

After a moment, he begrudgingly placed them in yours, his frown quickly melting away as a soft amber glow emitted from your palms. Eyes growing wide, he nearly took a step back, “what are you-“

“Will you just stand still?” your grip tightened slightly as you wrapped up the incantation, then added underneath your breath, “you big ol dumb dumb…”

Whatever snippy words that had been on the tip of his chilly tongue now completely forgotten, he simply looked down at you in pure awe, not protesting in the slightest as you unwrapped your colourful scarf from around your own neck and got up on your tippy toes to drape it around his. 

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[sleepyeye17]

A little wintery work in progress:

“STEEEE-VIEEEEE!”

Steve woke up slowly, groaning. It was cold in the apartment he shared with Robin. The landlord was taking his own sweet time lighting the pilot light for the furnace, so it averaged at around 40 degrees inside. Steve had once tried heating the apartment with an open stove, before Robin had comein shrieking “Haven’t you heard of Silvia Plath?!”

Steve tried to roll over and go back to bed, but someone was still calling his name outside his window.

“STEVE! STEVE! STEEEEEVIEEEE!”

Steve’s bedroom door banged open and Robin came charging in.

“For fucks- Steve, tell your man to shut the fuck up.”

“Who?”

“Eddie!”

“Eddie’s not my man.”

“Well he’s the one screaming outside your bedroom window.”

“STEVE! STEVE! STEVE!”

Steve came to the window, wrapped in a down comforter like a hotdog in a bun. He opened the curtains to blinding whiteness, and recoiled.

“Jesus!”

“STEVE! IT’S SNOWING!”

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[spotsandsocks]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @rogerzsteven and @dickley-buddie thank you 💕

I need to get on with this one! Holiday themed snowy fic…

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, a brilliant idea. The idea that Eddie and Chris had never had snow had genuinely upset him. He just wanted to make Christmas Christmassy for them, he hadn’t thought about the details. What a fake family trip would do to his heart.

He’s not sure he can take it, being so close to what he wants, his dream, fantasy life and it not being real. Too late now, it’s booked, they’re packed and in approximately 25 minutes traffic permitting they’ll be at the airport ready to go.

Buck sends a silent prayer to the universe to get him and his heart through this in one piece.

Several hours and a flight later he decides its all be worth it, no matter how much his heart might ache, just for the look on Christopher’s face when he sees the snow covered scenery on the way to the hotel and the look on Eddie’s face as he watches Chris.

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[orangesunsets12]

December Winter Fic #2- Stranger Things (#1)

Of Snow and Memories

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Stranger Things

Rated Teen and Up

Featuring Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley friendship

Summary:

Steve used to love winter. But, after Vecna, nothing about the season was ever the same. Despite no words being said, Steve knows that the rest of the Party is struggling, too.

Thankfully Robin knows how to make things better.

(Read below--- approximately 2700 words)

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Steve used to love winter. 

As a child, he loved to skate, taking in the wind around him, the snow falling from the sky, the stars above him, twinkling. He remembered seeing his breath in front of him with joy, a cloudy vapor that would be his constant ally in the cold. He thrived on cold fingers warmed by cups of hot chocolate, scarves wrapped around his throat, and the distant smell of someone’s fire stove.

He would often go over to Tommy’s house during the winter months, where they would lay in the snow until they were numb, making snow angels and talking about what Santa would get them that year. 

Winter meant peace to him. It meant that he could escape outside when his home became too much for him to handle, and be transported into a new world, like Lucy walking into Narnia. It meant that he could be someone else for a few moments, someone who wasn’t burdened by fancy outfits and presentable etiquette at his parents' parties, drinking in the cold and beauty of it all instead of the stuffiness that he always seemed to feel. 

Throughout his teenage years, the winter months became more than just an escape, they became a breath of fresh, cold air from all of the pressures of life, not just his parents. The basketball season finished in winter, so he could skate without having to hear his peers ridicule him, saying that he could be injured before the basketball game that week. There was no school for some of it, no pressure to finish assignments in the cold, so he didn’t have to feel the fear of failing another class. He could sit in the snow, away from the parties he pretended to love so much, and watch the snowflakes fall gently around him, a slower pace than high school demanded. He could finally take a break from all of the craziness around him; no one else liked the cold, so no one would bother him and force him to put on the mask he hated. 

Yet, that all changed after Vecna. Steve now hated the winter. 

He hated the cold that clung to all of his bones, reminding him of the cold water that he was yanked through, the cold seats in the hospital that bit his skin through his torn pants as he waited to hear that Max was okay.

The snow that fell on Hawkins looked too much like the ash that fell around Spring Break, the ash that seemed to catch in his throat, filling his lungs with the weight of death and loss.

The scarves that he used to love so much, no matter how loosely he wrapped them around his throat, felt like slimy vines, like a demobat tail choking him, slamming him onto the hard ground, making him see dark spots. He couldn’t wear them anymore, and that thought alone devastated him.

Even skating on the pond just a short walk from his house brought dark thoughts to his mind, of him losing his footing as the Creel house shook, as the whole earth quaked. His legs shook then, and they shook every time he stepped foot on the ice, as if waiting for the ice below him to give way. 

Steve didn’t know if anyone noticed how he looked away from the windows as snow began falling once more, one cold evening in December. He did, however, guess that the people around him, his friends, his family, would go silent when they saw it, too, and had no doubt that they were struggling just as much as he was. He wished that he could offer words of comfort to them, being the leader he wanted to be, he needed to be, but he couldn’t. He was just too hurt, too broken. His escape from reality, the one thing that he could count on, was gone. The miracle of winter had disappeared, tainted with the blood and darkness that his life was now filled with. 

How could he comfort them when he couldn’t even comfort himself?

He sighed, turning away from the window, and instead focused on the room around him. The kids, no doubt noticing the snow, too, got quiet just like he guessed, and continued their game with hushed, unenthusiastic whispers. Jonathan and Nancy, who were sitting together on the couch, seemed to draw each other closer, their eyes focused on the Christmas movie in front of them, eyes unseeing. Steve had no doubt that they were lost in their memories, just like he was. He distantly wondered how Lucas and Erica was doing, if they was aware of the snow, too, watching from the window of Max’s hospital room. He should probably check on them, see how they was doing. Yet, the problem once again rose; what would he tell them?

Hopper and Joyce were watching them in the kitchen, Steve could feel their parental gazes on him, concerned, and wondered if they would say something. A part of him hoped that they would, but he doubted that words would do anything to make anyone feel better.

But, it wasn’t Joyce or Hopper that broke the uneasy silence, or even Steve, who needed to say something, anything to get rid of this uneasiness. It was Robin. 

She was late, and, in a fashion only she carried, she slammed her way into the room, covered head to toe in snow gear. 

“Come on, up everybody, up!” She said, walking over to Steve and pulling him to his feet, “We’re going outside!”

“Robs, it’s not a good idea一” Steve said weakly, but she shook her head, determination reflected in her eyes, a fire that Steve even knew that he couldn’t snuff out. 

“No! We’re going out there, all of us! It’s snowing, can’t you see?!”

“That’s sort of the problem, Robin.” Jonathan said, straightening up. “It’s like the ash from Spring Break, we…”

“But it’s not the ash. I know it looks like it but it isn’t!” She protested, and every eye was on her, “Guys, are we really going to let Vecna and the Upside Down take all of the joy from our lives? I used to love snow, I would make snowmen all of the time! Surely you guys like snow, too!”

Will looked outside, then looked back at Robin, shrugging just a bit. “I used to like snowball fights.”

“See?” Robin said, pointing at Will like he had just won the lottery, “Don’t you want to do that again? Don’t you want to have fun like that again? If we let our fears of the ash, of Vecna, of all of it, ruin winter for us, Vecna wins! Again! Now, I’m done letting him take anything from me, aren't you? I’m not going to let that monster take this from me, not the joy of winter.”

With those words she looked at Steve, and he could feel the ice that had formed around his heart seem to melt. She was right. He was letting his fear get in the way of having fun, but could he really go out there? Could he wear a scarf again? Could he skate without a care in the world like before? Could he look at snowflakes and not think of all of the deaths? All of the pain?

“Steve? You told me you used to love winter.” 

He had told her that, after the Russians. He was thankful that she cared, that she had even noticed how he was suffering, but the fear he felt got in the way once more. 

He nodded. “I don’t think I can go out there, Robs.”

She reached over to him, her gloved hand holding his shoulder. “I’ll be there with you.” She turned back to the group, standing tall. “All of you. No one will be alone. I brought sleds, carrots for snowmen, even cardboard boxes that we could make into shelters for snowball fights! Let’s fight this fear together. Please? Please don’t let Vecna take this from us, too.” Her words ended in a plea, and Steve’s heart broke for her, and for the life and joy that Vecna was still taking. But, could he really go outside and have fun again? He didn’t know that he could.

The room was dead silent, and Steve couldn’t find words. It was El who broke the silence, the quiet girl getting to her feet. She looked confused, and Hopper stood up too, no doubt wanting to see what was wrong.

“What’s a snowman?” She asked innocently, and Robin beamed.

“I’ll show you! We all can! Right, guys?”

Steve looked back to Robin, hating how he felt tears burn in the back of his eyes, his mind conflicting with his heart and with his stomach. He couldn’t go out there. He wanted to make Robin happy. He wanted to get over the fear. He wanted to stay away from the snow. He wanted to beat Vecna again. He wanted to hide.

“I think it’s a great idea.” He heard Joyce say. “How about this; everyone who wants to stay in here can, but I’m going out there. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good snowball fight.”

Will’s conflicted face broke into a small smile, and only with a bit of hesitation, he walked to the door, where his boots were no doubt sitting. El followed him, uncertainly looking to Hopper, who gave her a nod. Mike and Dustin, who were both oddly silent, looked to Steve, as if he had the answers. Steve wasn’t sure if he had them. 

“Just feel the snow, Steve.” Robin said softly, turning back to him, her hand squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. “Just lift your chin and open your mouth when we’re out there, stick out your tongue. It’s nothing like what it was before. I promise.”

“What if it isn’t? What if all I taste is ash again?” Breathing seemed to be getting difficult, but she smiled despite it all, a light in the darkness his mind was falling into. 

“Then I’ll be here. I promise, Dingus. Have I ever broken a promise?”

He was well aware of the kids that watched him. He hoped that they wouldn’t get hurt by whatever decision he made, but he knew that this was Robin. He could trust her. When the whole world was crumbling around them, he could trust her to the very end. 

“Okay.” He said softly, “Okay.”

Robin jumped up and down, beaming, wrapping Steve in a quick hug before pulling him to the door. He let her lead him, feeling a small smile on his face, too. He slid on his boots and coat, and, after making sure that Dustin and Will, who were now whispering to each other, following them, had their coats on, the four of them went outside. 

The cold hit him like a brick, and he stuttered to a stop, instantly feeling the cold of the water around him, drowning him, dragging him under. Yet Robin’s strong hold on his hand, her comforting words of encouragement brought him back to the present. He looked to her for guidance, and she tipped her head up, letting the snowflakes fall onto her cheeks. She stuck her tongue out like a kid, and Steve followed suit. He could already feel the cool flakes on his cheeks, but the second one hit his tongue he felt alive. Memories of the hundreds of nights enjoying this feeling came back to him, and he knew that this wasn’t the ash that he thought it was. It was snow. It was peace. It was escape. 

This wasn’t the Upside Down. This wasn’t Vecna. This wasn’t Lover’s Lake. This was Hawkins, Indiana, in the winter. Steve’s Narnia. 

Another snowflake hit his tongue, and the effect was like magic, and around him Steve could suddenly hear Will and Joyce laughing, El asking Hopper a million questions about snowmen, and even Mike, who yelled that he was going to join in on the snowfight, his footprints crunching in the snow. Robin wrapped Steve in another hug, one that he graciously melted into.

“Robin一”

“You don’t need to say it, Dingus, everyone needs a little bit of winter magic every so often.” She said, “I just gave you a little reminder, that’s all.”

She pulled away, looking behind him, and Steve followed her gaze. Dustin stood behind him, looking a bit lost. At that moment Steve knew what he needed to do. 

“Hey, Dustin. Get in a sled, I’ll pull you around.”

Dustin scoffed, but it lacked the enthusiasm it usually had. “I’m not five, Steve!”

He felt himself smile, shrugging, “You don’t know how fast I can pull you until you try it. And, a moving target is harder to hit in a fight, right?”

Dustin’s eyes narrowed. “Are you suggesting that we join the snowball fight? With me in a sled?”

“Why not?”

Robin was beaming once again, and gave Steve a knowing look. “If you need me I’ll be teaching El about snowmen.”

“Have fun.”

“You too.”

Steve turned back to Dustin hesitant to let Robin out of his sight, but knew that it was for the best. Dustin still looked hesitant about the idea, and he didn’t look all that happy to be out here. Steve knew that Dustin could go inside if he wanted, but if he was going to be out here anyways, Steve would want him to have fun.

As Robin walked further and further away, Steve could feel the ash begin to form on his skin, but he forced himself to remember that it was snow. It was safe. It wasn’t ash. 

“So, what do you say?” He asked Dustin, “Want to do this together?”

He had no doubt that Dustin knew that he wasn’t just talking about the sled. Steve didn’t have to guess that Dustin was struggling as much as he was. The snow continued to fall onto his skin, repeating the word safe in his mind, over and over again. 

Dustin watched him for a moment, but then leaned down, making some of the snow into a ball. 

“You get the sled, I’ll make the ammo.” He finally said, his eyes lighting up a bit brighter than before, and Steve nodded, relief bursting forth in his chest. Maybe he could help Dustin. Maybe he could finally help him. 

As he went to go get the sled, he looked around him, taking in all of the joy on his friends faces, joy that seemed impossible not five minutes before. He even saw Jonathan and Nancy standing outside, looking up with small smiles on their faces, looking more at peace than they had in a while, clinging to each other, no doubt for support and with love.

A gust of wind pushed through Steve’s hair, and he closed his eyes briefly, reminding himself that he wasn’t back there, that they were all safe, that Vecna wasn’t winning. Not now. 

He still didn’t think that he would be ready to enjoy winter when he was alone, so maybe Vecna was winning in a sense, but right now, as Steve was surrounded by his family once again, Vecna was losing. They were having fun, despite the memories and scars that haunted them.

Steve looked forward to the day he could enjoy winter like before, but for now he enjoyed the joy and peace he felt while surrounded by his family. He enjoyed it even more than the winters he spent alone, and he found it to be a strange thought.

He used to love winter, but he believed that the winter he was experiencing now was better, a lot brighter and happier than it once was. He wasn’t running from people, he was outside with them. It wasn’t an escape from the pressures around him, it was an escape from the trauma they all experienced together. He wasn’t alone this time. He wasn’t alone.

And in that moment, he knew that nothing could make him happier. 

Now, he just had to make sure that he was there to help Dustin feel happier, too. Thanks to Robin, he finally knew how to. 

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[lesliedraws-lilithcurses]

My entry for the 2022 edition of the Good Omens Holiday Exchange.

Based on this prompt I received from The Bentley: Aziraphale/Crowley - Aziraphale and Crowley holiday in some mountains somewhere. While the snow falls outside, they sit in front of the fire engaging in a little wing grooming and sexy times. Rating M or E.

Summary under the cut, and 3 fanarts embedded in the fic hosted on ao3.

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: transgender woman Crowley, Male Presenting Aziraphale, He/Him pronouns for Crowley, He/Him Pronouns for Aziraphale, First Time, Wing Grooming, Porn With Plot, Male-Presenting Crowley (Good Omens), Female-Presenting Crowley (Good Omens), Winter Summary:

Aziraphale had suggested leaving London for a wintery escape, but not to go to the South Downs where they had spent a lovely first Summer. Crowley suggested going to the Cairngorms. Up in the Highlands, there would be snow, breathtaking starry skies, and lots of occasions to be alone together. A perfect setting for a hoped-for romance…

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[ae-rina]

9:45 AM

— It wasn’t always that you woke up before Minjeong, especially not on weekends. You looked at the ceiling, golden sun rays spreading across it from over the curtains. A slight noise from her draws your attention to her sleeping form, sprawled out on the right side of the bed. You let out a long sigh as a warmth spread through your body as you watched her catch up on some sleep. Her blonde hair haloed her head, shining as it caught the sun that bled through your curtains. You looked over to see your alarm clock flashing 9:45 AM in its bright red letters. It was only five more minutes before Minjeong would have to wake up and go to work. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to bring her out of her sleep Minjeong seemed to be enjoying so much. Instead, you dragged her closer to you, burrowing your head into the crook of her shoulder. You were to savor the next five minutes, inhaling her scent as you placed a soft peck on her neck.

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