Relationship: Louis Pointe du Lac x Reader, Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader
Fandom: Interview With The Vampire
Request: No
Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst
Word Count: 910
Masterlist: Here
Summary: Claudia has requested that everyone get along for one night. Hopefully, they can make her Christmas wish come true.
Every Christmas, Claudia was given any and every present she desired. New dresses, dolls, fabulous art; you name it she had it. And since being gifted a mother figure, she only had one wish for Christmas. Well, one main wish. She wanted everyone to play night and have a family night in for Christmas. Her two papas and mama bickered constantly. Louis tended to isolate himself from the other two, but she never went without love from them.
Oh, they would pretend in front of her, but she knew that they would argue when she retreated into her coffin for the evening. They would try to keep their voices down in the beginning but inevitably, they would start shouting at some point. One night, Claudia hit her breaking point. Her papas and mama had been arguing for hours. The sun had almost risen, and they still were not done. Crawling out of her bed, she held her doll tight as she made her way to the living room where the adults stood.
“All he is asking is that you don’t bring Claudia along with you to hunt all the time, Les. Please, she’s an impressionable young lady and it’s Christmas. Will you please calm down for an evening?” Her mama pleaded, grasping Lestat’s hands in hers. He tugged them away sharply.
“Well, I think she should be going out. Experiencing life as a creature of the night. Why shouldn’t we when it’s Christmas? It’s not like god has forsaken us or anything.” He lamented, as dramatic as ever. Louis remained silent, which gave the young girl the perfect time to slip in.
“Will you all stop fighting?” Claudia demanded, standing firm in her place.
“Claudia, what are you doing up?” Louis finally spoke after a moment, coming to scoop her up. She let her papa hold her to his chest, while she continued to speak.
“I couldn’t sleep because of the arguing. It’s not right for you all to be this unhappy at Christmas.” She cried, tucking her face into Louis’ shoulder.
“Oh dear,” her mama came near, “we’re not unhappy. Just sometimes adults sound that way when they are passionate about something.” Stroking her daughter’s head, Claudia’s eyes became wide and filled with tears as she looked around.
“Will you please get along for one night? No arguments or anything. Just one night, please?” Her tears flowed down her face, and even Lestat seemed moved by the display. No one said anything as they looked at each other.
“Let’s get you to bed, little one.” Mama and Louis walked with her still in his grasp to her coffin. They laid her down, and with a final goodnight kiss to her perfectly curled head, the lid was shut. Walking out of the room, the couple stopped for a moment and stood in silence as they took in the gravity of Claudia’s words.
“Have you finally decided to join me once more, or am I too much trouble for you?” Lestat growled as they re-entered the room. She made her way across the floor, skirts flowing behind her to hold the blonde vampire.
“Les, we only want what is best for Claudia. But you heard her tonight. All out arguing is doing her no favors. Let’s just try to be more understanding for the season?” He stopped, and just stood there with an indignant expression on his face. Looking over, Louis seemed to straighten up under his gaze, with hopeful green eyes. Lestat held out a hand to his other lover, and brought him into the mix. Everyone was holding each other and standing still in the moment.
“I suppose we can put the debate on the back burner for now. I’d like to spend the night surrounded by my people, if that’s alright.” His tone was teasing,but the other two vampires were content to being there with him. It was a tight fit, but they made all three of the sleeping in the same coffin together work.
They spent the evening together, loving the ability to get back to how they used to be as younger vampires. Kisses were shared, as well as words of love that seemed to envelope the vampires in the coffin. No one called attention to the fact that this was the most Louis had spoken to Lestat in months.
The next evening, after the sun had fallen and the moon had replaced it, everyone began to stir from their resting places. However, Claudia noticed she heard no voices. No one was talking, or arguing, or shouting. It was silent. Tentatively, she opened the lid of her coffin and went to check the others. Louis’ was empty, as was her mama’s. Maybe they had taken off to go do some shopping before the shops closed for the evening.
But her ears caught something, that her eyes found next. Lestat’s larger coffin was emitting noise and was slightly cracked open. Tip toeing over, Claudia peaked her eyes in and found a sweet scene. Her two papas were wrapped around her mama in a sleepy embrace. No one had quite made the effort to get up, but all of their eyes were still closed. She smiled as she beheld them, happy to see them get along for once. Closing the lid back to where it was cracked, Claudia went back to her own coffin and figured she could use some more rest on this cold winter’s night.
Request?: Technically YES (say thank you to @bakerstreethound, everyone)
Pairing: Husband!Steve Harrington x Wife!Henderson!Reader
Word Count: 3.2k+
Warnings: Brief infrequent language with a slight innuendo; Reader is also AFAB (a female at birth) due to mention of pregnancy
Summary: For Stevemas Day 10; After getting married, you and Steve started to move into his parents' old home. Upon packing, you come across some of Steve's old belongings. When more of these creations keep popping up, you come to discover your husband has a bit of a surprise for you. What happens when it turns out you have a surprise of your own?
The first experience you had with Steve’s new hobby happened shortly after you moved into your new home. Well, your new home, his old one. Once the two of you officially tied the knot, Steve’s parents allowed their son to take ownership of their home. In actuality, it had taken a lot of convincing to get them to feel comfortable moving into a smaller place on the outskirts of Hawkins. For months, your husband needed to go back and forth packing and unpacking boxes of yours and theirs.
It was a lot of work, but he wouldn’t have changed it for the world. The end result was the two of you finally have a place to call your own. You finally had somewhere to settle down and have the family you both laid awake for hours imagining.
You were home.
One night when you were unpacking boxes, you came across some of Steve’s old things. Before the house, your shared apartment was incredibly small, just cozy enough for the two of you to cuddle on the couch to watch tapes from work and go to bed together every night. Most of your belongings had either ended up stashed in boxes in the closet or in your mother’s garage until you had found a more permanent home. Sure, you had to share space with your younger brother’s mad science lab, but at least your stuff was safe…relatively speaking.
You hardly remembered seeing this box prior to the move and curiosity was a temptress. As you flipped open the lid, a smile fluttered against your face when you noticed a soft knitted blanket nestled atop other trinkets. You reached in to pull it out and found yourself immediately wrapping it around your frame. It was a mishmash of pastel colors: blues and greens and purples all intertwined by the softest yarn you had ever felt in your life. You assumed it was a gift to Steve from his grandma, Eleanor Louise Harrington.
When you were dating, Steve would tell you the most wonderful stories about the woman who was always there for him. She would be in charge of watching over him whenever his parents were out of town at a young age, which was more often than not. Grandma Eleanor was the reason little Steve loved the holidays. She’d always make it special for him, whether it was reading the Twas the Night Before Christmas every Christmas Eve or teaching him to make her special gingersnaps for Santa. When she passed away when he was thirteen, Steve had needed to learn the hard way how the world wasn’t always made of the magic Grandma Eleanor helped him believe in.
It wasn’t until he met you that his Christmas spirit slowly started to make its return.
You placed the blanket back in the box and set it on your husband’s side of the closet. Even though you had already peeked inside, you didn’t want to invade the remainder of his privacy. For the rest of the day, your gaze would lock onto the box and a smile would fall upon your features before you kissed Steve for being sentimental. Now, Steve himself didn’t understand just why you were being so affectionate, but there was one thing he knew for a fact: he would never refuse kisses from the love of his life.
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Your second encounter occurred a few months later, once the winter chill began to set in. You had been waiting in Hawkins High’s parking lot behind the wheel of your husband’s treasured BMW for your brother to barge out and demand entry into the passenger’s seat. Steve had decided to take on another shift at Family Video in order to have a little extra cash for holidays, so you volunteered to pick Dustin up from school.
“It’s alright if you need to use the heat, babe,” Steve had called out. “It’s cold out there. Don’t need you turning into a popsicle before Christmas!”
“Good thing I have you to warm me up when I get back,” you teased with a smile and a wink, fingers snatching up the keys from his left coat pocket.
“A husband’s job is never done, is it?” Steve gave a rather dramatic sigh.
As you made contact with the cold metal, your hand brushed something else much softer. You frowned as you reached deeper inside the pocket and pulled out a grey knitted glove. It was slightly misshapen but made from soft yarn, similar to that of the blanket still stashed away in your shared bedroom. Without thinking, you raised it up into the air in question toward your husband.
“Think I might steal these,” you called out and grabbed the matching mitt from his pocket before you head out the door toward his car.
A knock on the passenger window snapped you from your thoughts. As you turned your head, you noticed Dustin waving at you with a frown on his face. “Can you open the door?” his muffled shout questioned. “I’m freezing my nuts off out here.”
His naturally curly hair looked matted as he yanked off his hat: a red knitted trapper. “Jesus,” he continued to ramble as he tugged on the seat belt across his form. “Where were you?! It has to be like negative ten outside.”
“I’ve been waiting out here for the last thirty minutes!” you argued. “I was starting to think you had gotten a ride from someone else.”
“I mean where were you just now? I was knocking on the window for at least five minutes.”
Oh, whoops. “Sorry.” You reached over the center console to adjust the heat and turn up the radio. A smile formed as “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” began to play over the speakers. “Guess I got a little bit distracted.”
Your brother scoffed. “I’ll say,” he muttered. “Get married and all of a sudden, you and Steve hardly ever pay attention to us anymore. Do you guys ever take a breath from sucking face or is that just around me?”
“Dustin!”
“Fine, fine!” Dustin held his hands up in mock surrender. “Can you just drop me off at Mike’s? We’re supposed to be planning this oneshot for when Will finally gets back home.”
There was a pregnant pause that lingered throughout the car as you shifted gears and started the trek to the Wheeler’s residence. You felt Dustin’s eyes on you the entire time. His mouth opened and then shut a few times, as though he was preparing to ask you something and had decided against it.
“Something’s different about you,” he mused. You felt his stare on you, much more focused than before. In your peripheral, you noticed he was squinting now. “Did you get a haircut?”
“...No?” you shifted self-consciously in the driver’s seat. Your brother was the Sherlock Holmes of the family, detective extraordinaire. Great for uncovering interference from the Upside Down, not so much when it comes to getting involved in your personal life. “And will you stop staring at me like that?” You waved a free mitten-covered hand in his direction. “It’s freaking me the hell out.”
“Oh, he gave you a pair, too!” Dustin noted with a grin. “They’re a lot better than his first try, aren’t they?”
You frowned and risked a quick glance in his direction before you returned your gaze to the road ahead. “What?”
“The gloves! Steve gave ‘em to you, right?”
“Not exactly,” you explained. “I took them from his coat. What do you mean they’re better than his first try?”
The car returned to silence once again.
“Dustin?”
Silence. A quick look over toward your brother revealed he had suddenly become interested in the fresh piles of snow against the side of the road. Nose wrinkled, you shook your head and pulled into the Wheeler’s street. Unfortunately for Dustin, mystery solving was in your genetics, and this was one question you wanted answered.
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“Babe?” you called out as you walked into the foyer of the house that evening. When you had taken Steve’s car from work, you had left him yours in the parking lot. You were surprised to see it back in the driveway once you arrived home after dropping Dustin off. Your stay had been much longer than you anticipated, with Nancy trying to make plans to finish Christmas shopping with you later in the week since she was home from Boston.
“Shit,” came the faint hiss of your husband’s voice from the living room. As you started to make your way toward the sound, you heard him clear his throat. “You’re back early, babe. I thought Dustin wanted to go to the mall to do some shopping.”
“Uh, no. He needed us to drop him off at the Wheelers. Something about some campaign they’ve been planning for Will,” you said with a frown. “Why is it so dark in here?”
As you flicked the lights on, you couldn’t help but blink at the sight before you. There was your husband perched in one of the armchairs you had gotten from your mother. He was wearing his wire-framed glasses, a side-effect of a few too many blows to the noggin over the years. Half a blanket was draped over his knee, pooling onto the floor below. As you walked closer, you noticed two large metal sticks in his hands. They were twitching as he stared over at you owlishly with wide eyes.
“Did you…make this?” you whispered almost far too quietly as you knelt down to lift up the edge of the blanket. Running your hand along it, you smiled at the soft yarn’s texture. It was a beautiful blanket with its blend of purples, orange, and yellows. The pattern reminded you of your favorite time of day: sunset. When you started dating, you used to drag Steve to the top of Walker’s Mountain to watch it almost every night. To most people, the setting of the sun meant the end of another busy day. To you, though, it was a reminder of how you survived another day no matter what evils may have been against you.
“Uh, y-yeah,” Steve stuttered. “It was mostly me.”
You tilted your head to look up at him. “Mostly?”
“Well, Virginia helped. Marge, too.”
“Marge? Virginia?” An amused smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Something I have to be worried about, honey?”
“No!!” your husband was quick to exclaim. “No, no. They’re just…”
“Just…?”
A sigh escaped Steve’s lips as he set the knitting needles down into his lap. He leaned forward to ghost his lips against your hairline. “Look,” he said. “I’ve uh, I’ve been going to the community center between shifts at the store on Saturday. There’s this class they host– more like a club.” He hesitated, glancing between you and the blanket in his lap. “They teach you how to knit.”
You smiled. “So you’ve been learning to knit?”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “It’s actually been…nice, you know? Helps give me something to do. I don’t feel as helpless as I used to. It’s more peaceful than anything.”
“You know I wouldn’t tease you for this, right?” you asked, hands reaching up to gently cradle his face. Your heart strained at the thought of Steve being afraid of getting judged by you for what his father would have considered a so-called woman’s hobby. “I think it’s great you’ve found a hobby.”
“What?” Steve asked in shock. “No- no, that’s not why I was- oh, shit, babe. Did you think I didn’t want to- oh, no. That’s not it. I was going to tell you!” He chuckled a bit and sighed, lifting up the unfinished blanket in his lap. “I, uh, I just didn’t want to until I finished this.”
“Is this,” you started, “for me?”
Your husband nodded and used one hand to smooth out the knitted material. “I know how much you love sunsets,” he said quietly, “and I know we missed a lot of them with everything that went down over the years. I thought this might make up for it.”
You practically melted into a puddle from your kneeling position on the floor. Without another word, you bounced up as pressed your lips to his, ignoring the awkward feeling of his frames as they pressed into your face. “I love you,” you breathed out as you broke apart.
“I love you, too,” Steve was quick to reply. “I just didn’t want to jinx myself and mess up this surprise, you know?”
You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I get it,” you soothed. “But, uh, I think you might need to make a few adjustments to it.”
Steve’s face dropped. “Is something wrong with it? Do you not like it?!” he fretted. “Oh God, I knew I should have picked another pattern–”
“Babe,” you interrupted. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What?”
Hiding a smile, you reached across his lap to smooth out the blanket. You absentmindedly started to trace shapes into it as you glanced up at him. “It’s a beautiful blanket, Steve,” you said slowly. “But I think it’ll need to be a little bigger.”
Steve furrowed his brow and tilted his head to the side. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “This should be plenty big for us to use on the couch.”
“For right now, yeah,” you chose your words carefully. A knowing smile threatened to stretch around your lips and you had to fight the urge to let it show. “But I don’t think that’ll be the case in a year.”
Steve followed your gaze lower down your body, resting upon your abdomen. You couldn’t help it. A risked glance back up at him told you his brain was slowly putting the pieces together. “Are you-” he asked, eyes snapping up to meet yours. “Are you really?”
When your smile finally broke free and you nodded, your husband all but threw his unfinished product across the room and pulled you into a heated kiss. As you threaded your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, you felt his lips curl into a smile against your own. His fingers danced their way under the hem of your shirt and pressed themselves against the skin of your stomach. He let them linger there for a moment before he released you on his lap.
“I was going to wait until Christmas to tell you,” you admitted, “but I just couldn’t help it. Especially when you were being as sweet as this.”
Steve laughed, a genuine one that sent butterflies soaring within your stomach. Your heart swelled at the sight of pure happiness which radiated off of him in waves. “That little shit was right,” he said between chuckles. “Knew I should have listened to him.”
You rolled your eyes. Leave it to your little brother’s observational skills to almost ruin the moment.
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One year later, you sat on the couch with Steve’s sunset blanket across your lap and two little babies asleep in your arms. It had been a long and eventful year, but you wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything. This year was Amelia and Emery’s first Christmas as part of your little family and you couldn’t be happier.
Yes, you and Steve hardly had any sleep the night before, thanks to last minute preparations between the screams of hungry twins. Yes, you were already exhausted despite only being fully awake for two hours. Yet this was the moment you had been dreaming about for twelve months. You weren’t so much as going to blink if it meant risking losing a moment of this special day.
A few moments later, Steve slid onto the couch beside you with two mugs of hot chocolate in hand. As much as you would kill for a real caffeine hit, you couldn’t resist the alluring smell of melted chocolate and cinnamon. Your husband placed his mug on the coffee table and reached for Em so you could take the warm beverage from his other hand.
The two of you enjoyed the peaceful sounds of cooing four-month-olds paired with the soft hum of Christmas carols played over the radio for a while. As you leaned against your husband, he pressed a kiss to your temple and gently tapped your side – a signal to adjust your position. He placed a sleeping Em into the portable crib you had brought downstairs the previous evening before doing the same for Amy.
“Sorry,” he apologized with a meek smile. “I would’ve let them sleep there, but I have something for you.” He walked over to the tree and picked up a small box wrapped in candy cane patterned paper. When he came back to the couch, he set it atop the blanket on your lap and moved to sit down with an arm draped over your shoulders.
“I thought we said no gifts for each other this year,” you mused. “It was just for the girls.”
“We did,” Steve agreed with a nod. “I mean, technically I didn’t break that promise. It’s not anything big, I promise. I just…I thought you might like it.”
You shot him a questioning glance before you used your fingers to delicately tear at the wrapping, being incredibly careful not to wake the sleeping children nearby. When you opened the box, a small gasp escaped your lips. Inside, wrapped in a cocoon of white tissue paper, were two small Santa hats. Knitted in a yarn as red of holly berries, both hats were adorned with a fuzzy white pom-pom and trim around the brim. When you lifted them out of the box, you began to tear up. At the brim of each hat was a series of embroidery of your daughters’ names: Amelia Robin Harrington and Emery Louise Harrington.
Overcome with emotion, you immediately turned to look at your husband. Steve was already looking down at you, concern etched on his features. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, voice shaking slightly. “Do you not like it–”
Just like you did twelve months ago, you silenced his ramblings with a kiss. This time, it was one of pure unadulterated love. You clung onto his blue and white Christmas sweater for dear life. Tears of happiness pricked at your eyes as you ran a hand against the side of his face. When you broke apart, you sent him a teary smile. “You really are amazing, Steve Harrington,” you whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he answered almost immediately.
You turned your attention back down to the little hats in your lap and glanced over to the portable crib that held your sleeping angels. You knew it would be a struggle to keep the hats on for long, but you hoped it would at least last until Jonathan arrived with his camera later on in the evening.
This was by far the best Christmas you had ever had and deep down you knew this was only the beginning. You smiled fondly to yourself as you thought about all of the other Christmas Days your little family would have for the rest of your lives. It had been a tough journey to get to where you were, but you wouldn't have changed a second for the world because you and Steve found your family…
…and that's all you could ever want or need.
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Author's Note: I'm not crying, you are. No seriously, I had so much fun writing down this idea after receiving this through an ask by the amazing Ace. I got to explore the early days of Dad!Steve and learn more about his life with the reader a bit along the way. My only frustration is I couldn't keep this fic as gender neutral as I would have liked, but I'm still incredibly happy with how it came out.
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SUMMARY: Here is how YN and Harry were throughout the past couple of years during the Christmas season.
GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn
SINCE 2010 masterlist // ficmas 2022 masterlist
—2011—
After a little more than a year since becoming One Direction, the band wanted to have a little hurrah before going their separate ways to spend the holiday season with their families. While they were all relatively close to home as they reside in England for the time being, the band rented a small cabin in the country for a couple of days.
As soon as Louis parked the van in the gravel driveway, they all didn’t waste another second as they all practically shove each other out of the way, out of the vehicle and ran out to the spacious backyard. With sweaters and puffer jackets, beanies adorning everyone’s heads and snow boots, everyone didn’t hesitate to scoop up some snow and chuck it at one another.
The boys gang up on YN and ambush her with flying snow. She squeals, trying her best to shield herself with her arms and everyone laughs.
“Oh, wait, wait, wait,” YN drops to her knees and puts her hands to the side of her face.
“Shit, y’alright?” Niall comes down to her level, already out of breath from the altitude.
“Yeah, it’s just...feel my wrath, Horan!” She quickly scoops up some snow to smash on top of the blonde lad’s head before laughing and running off to throw more snow at the other boys.
Forgetting all about their luggages in the car, the boys scatter around the yard as Niall and Zayn search for sticks and rocks while Louis and Liam roll snow together in attempts to make a snowman. All the while Harry and YN lay side by side as they make as many snow angels as they can. When he’s about to get up to go to another empty spot, Harry turns his head to find YN laying spread out in the snow with a content smile on her face. He smiles fondly at his band mate as he watches her stick her tongue out to catch the falling snow flakes.
“You look so cute,” Harry hums.
“What did yeh just say?” YN’s eyebrows slightly pinch together, her breath can be seen out in front of her from the bitter winter. He’s stunned, he didn’t even know he said that out loud.
“I said you look like a fruit,” He quickly covers up.
“Are yeh calling me fruity?” YN raises an eyebrow, a smile threatening to break out on her lips.
“No! No, I meant, I meant that your cheeks are red and-and that you kind of look like a red fruit. An apple or strawberry, morelike,” He rambles and can practically feel his cheeks burn a flame. It only seems to worsen when she lets out a giggle and reaches over to pinch at his reddening cheeks.
“Who looks like a strawberry now,” She teases before turning her head to her other two band mates. “Lads, yeh need a strong base or else the snowman isn’t gonna stay upright.”
YN pushes herself up to go help the guys before they break out into an argument. Harry just lays on the ground and lets the falling snow cool down his face, grateful that she got preoccupied with something else for the time being.
He’s got to be more careful with what he says around her. As cool as she is whenever a compliment slips out, he cannot bare the thought of something else more embarrassing falling out of his mouth.
—2014—
Spending a couple of days before Christmas on the road wasn’t ideal. Usually, their busy schedule allowed the band to have at least a week or two before the Holiday came up to spend the much needed time off with their family and into the new year. This year, the band had some last minute interviews, holiday promotional videos and studio time that apparently couldn’t wait until after their break.
In hopes to lift up the mood, YN’s invited everyone over to her hotel suite for a last minute Christmas party. Aside from the rest of the band in attendance, there were a couple close members of their tour and press teams as well as their significant others who were able to be within the area for the Christmas season. It was safe to say that the little party has lifted some of the morale as the room is filled with laughter, story-tlling and mingling among the minimally decorated hotel’s living room—the little decorations YN’s PA was able to pick from the local convenience store at the last minute.
YN was more than happy with the strings of tiny, colorful Christmas lights around the perimeter of the room, handmade paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and the tiny but mighty tree in the corner of the room.
Harry can’t help his eyes from drifting from the speaker in the group he’s in over to the hostess. YN has a tray of glasses of eggnog in her hands with a grand smile on her face as she offers them to their tour’s technicians seated on the couch, glasses they gladly accept with excited smiles. He can’t hear what she says to the older men there but whatever it was, he smiles at the sight of them laughing.
Harry thinks she must be the finest angel from heaven for her to do all of this. She looks golden in the soft lights of the hotel room, her hair down and when she reaches up to push it behind her ears as her nose scrunches up in laughter, she couldn’t look any more beautiful.
The corner of his lips quickly drops when he sees a hand come up to rest on her shoulder and how she smiles up at her boyfriend standing next to her. Harry quickly turns his attention back to the group he’s in, and when it pains him, he looks back at his bandmate one more time only to wish he didn’t. The second he sets his eyes on them again, Matthew catches her lips with his. Even if it was for a quick peck, it has her beaming and Harry crushed.
Moreso when little, baby Lux comes wobbling up to her legs and makes a grabby hands motion to get picked up. YN gladly takes the toddler in her arms and Harry practically sees red when Matthew taps a finger to Lux’s nose with a smile. As bad as it sounds, Harry tries to hide his smile behind his glass when the toddler quickly hides her face into YN’s neck, not wanting any part of the man beside his bandmate.
After a few more minutes of mingling, YN makes the announcement that it's time to open up some of the gifts people brought. Along with the last minute idea of the party, YN organized a small Secret Santa for everyone who planned on coming. Since everyone randomly picked names out of a hat a day or two before the party, she reassured everyone that the gifts don’t need to be extravagant at all, that this was a silly little game for shits and giggles to lift up the mood.
Everyone gathers in the living room to watch and laugh as everyone opens a present from their Secret Santa. Nancy, the band’s tour nurse, cackles when she reveals that behind the green wrapping paper she got a small box of puppy band-aids, their hairdresser Lou sarcastically smiles when she unboxes her own hair-spray bottles, and Niall pretends to cry when he pulls out a Dr. Pepper bottle from his little gift bag.
“Alright,” Emma, YN’s stylist, looks at the small wrapped box in her hands, “This next gift is to YN from her Secret Santa.”
The room cheers and whoops, making her laugh from her seat next to Matthew on the couch as she reaches for her gift. Harry stands off to the side with some of the lighting crew from their tour team and he begins to fidget and pinch at his bottom lip.
YN playfully shakes the tiny box by her ear and pouts when she doesn’t hear anything rattle.
“I don’t think it’s the puppy I asked for, lads,” She teases and the room chuckles. After ripping off the Santa cover wrapping paper, she lifts the tiny paper box and her smile drops in a small gasp. The room grows quiet as they wait for her to reveal what she received and Harry’s practically shaking in nerves.
Matthew furrows his eyebrows, “Y’alright, babe?” When he leans over to look what’s inside, he’s surprised to see a ring. Not just a ring one can pick up from the nearest dollar store, but a proper jewelry store. The ring is made up of small butterflies consisting of tiny diamonds filling the small shapes.
YN takes in a shaky breath before speaking, “It’s a ring. A beautiful one um, sorry I kinda dunno what to say,” She lets out a nervous chuckle, not expecting such a beautiful, expensive present.
“Say thank you to that boyfriend of yours for one-upping the rest of us,” One of the band’s social media team lifts his drink, making the room laugh in agreement before moving on to the next person. As Emma reads off the next recipient, YN doesn’t look at Matthew (although she feels him burning a hole at the side of her head) but keeps her gaze on the ring. The second before he lifts his gaze to her closest band mate, Harry quickly flicks his gaze from YN to Emma as she hands off the next present.
As the night progresses and the party guests begin to get tipsy from spiking the eggnog, Harry sees YN in the kitchen as she moves her hand as she talks with her boyfriend. He sees Matt shake his head and barely lift his shoulders like he doesn’t believe what she’s telling him. He watches as he grabs another couple of glasses of eggnog before walking out of the kitchen and to another guest. YN rolls her eyes before going back to preparing another plate of gingerbread cookies Nacy brought.
Harry runs a hand through the top of his shoulder length hair before dismissing himself from the rest of the people on the couch. Before he can make his way down the hallway where the bathrooms are at, he feels a hand on his wrist.
“Harry,” His name sounds like an angelic song coming from YN’s lips, “Hey, I can talk to you for a sec.”
“Course,” He says with a reassuring nod although he’s not too sure why she would when she’s been running around making the party the best it could be. “It’s a great party you’re throwing. Everyone seems to be enjoying it. We all needed this.”
“‘Fanks. Although I’m the one who should be thanking you,” She huffs out a chuckle.
“Why?”
She gives him a pointed look and it's then that he notices that she’s been twisting at her newest piece of jewelry among her usual set of rings on her fingers.
“You know why,” She says quietly. “It’s gorgeous. And thoughtful and...it, it just means a lot to me.”
“I think you should tell your Secret Santa that,” Harry tries to hold back a smile. He had that ring saved up for a couple weeks now and had racked his brain on how to give it to her without making it seem like too much, especially since she has a boyfriend. He was greatly relieved when she announced that she wanted to do a secret Santa gift exchange and thanked heaven when he saw her name scribbled on a tiny piece of paper once he picked from the bunch in the hat.
“I believe I just did,” She softly smiles at him and how can his knees grow weak when she looks up at him like that?”
“Oi, look who’s under the mistletoe!” Jenny, her manager, tipsily calls out with a point of her finger. Everyone’s eyes immediately go to the two of them and confusion takes over their features. They both look up and sure enough, the tiny plant she hung up merely hours ago hangs above their heads. YN had hoped she would have caught her stylist with one of the sound technicians she’s been eyeing under here, but it backfired on her.
Harry looks around the room at everyone’s watchful and eager eyes, and sees a couple of people take out their phones as they begin to chant kiss, kiss, kiss when they begin to take too long to pursue the tradition.
He sees how their band members peek up and around their position on the couch. He sees Louis look at his childhood best friend and it's then that Harry sees YN looking at a very timid Matthew. His arms cross over his chest as he waits for her to act.
The chanting and lights from recording phones almost drown out when he looks back at YN as their gaze locks. He can’t make out what she’s feeling, he’s usually so good at it and he surely must be wrong when he sees her patiently wait to see what he’s going to do.
Harry takes her chin in between his thumb and index finger and if it wasn’t for the chanting, he’s sure she could hear his heart beating out of his chest. As he leans down closer to her, he sees her take in a deep breath and flutter her eyes closed.
Was it silly of her to feel disappointed when she feels him plant his kiss to her cheek instead of her lips?
The crowd playfully boos and dismisses the two with a wave of their hands before going back to their previous conversations. Their band members all give each other tipsy looks of concern.
As YN’s feet stay planted in her spot, he can’t stand to watch her blink up at him like that and with her oh-so kissable lips parted. He removes himself from her and continues his way down the hallway without another word.
As much as he would love to kiss her, he knew it wouldn’t have been right. For as long as he can remember, he’s thought about how her lips would taste, how they would feel against his, but it wasn’t the right time. When he kisses her for the first time, it’s going to be special and romantic after a candlelit dinner because that’s what she deserves.
Not this, not here. Not yet.
—2018—
“Sorry to interrupt,” YN expertly keeps her smile at bay at the sound of her secret lover’s voice over her shoulder, two warm hands being placed on the tops of her shoulders, “But I have to whisk my friend away for just a second. Phone call from home.”
The two were currently at a massive Christmas party YN’s friend Abel was throwing. The mansion they were at was ginormous and it seemed like The Weeknd's guest list surpassed the number of people her and Harry knew combined. The only reason Harry even agreed to go was because she had said that he was her plus one, meaning he was her official date to the Christmas party. Even though the two weren't necessarily an official couple or anything and anything associated with their feeling for one another was strictly underwraps from the public eye, any occasion where the two could make a public appearance together was an opportunity to be taken.
So after getting dolled up for the night in the red velvet dress, he gifted her, the two headed over to the lavish estate with the label of friends, close friends who were once band mates in the world's most famous pop band.
So to carry on this image for themselves, once they arrived and greeted their host for the night, Harry reluctantly had to pull away from her side to let her mingle with guests.
But after almost two hours of pretending to listen and talk with others, watching YN laugh and talk with her friends, Harry politely dismisses himself from the group of ladies who are practically throwing themselves at him and head over to her.
“Ah shite. Forgot to call me mum,” YN scrunches up her nose. “She’s gonna have my head because of it. I’ll be back in two seconds.”
“Of course! Tell Penny we said hi!” Her friends laugh and tipsily lean against one another before waving happily at another party guest walking by.
Keeping his hands on her shoulders, Harry guides them through the packed house to navigate them both through the spacious living room and towards an almost empty hallway—except for drunk couples either walking into bedrooms to get lost into one another while others apparently can’t wait as they have their mouth suction cupped together. Before she even has time to blink, Harry’s grabbing her wrist and pulling her into an empty room. It’s only when Harry flicks the light switch by the door that she registers that they’re in a coat closet. It takes her another second for her to look up and see that the thing he’s holding up in between their heads is the infamous plant that comes out this time of year.
“Is that rosemary?” YN teases, “Steal that from the kitchen, did you?”
“It’s mistletoe, actually,” He remarks with a tilt of his head. “Huh, funny how that got here,” Harry asks in faux confusion, a cheeky smirk already tugging on the corners of his lips.
“Quite funny, yeah,” YN doesn’t even try to hide her smile and playfully shakes her head, “You’re so cheesy, Styles.”
“Yeah, but you love it,” He points out as he leans his head down to bump his nose with hers to make her tilt her head back. He doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes fall to her lips and slowly back up to her eyes.
“Unfortunately,” She sighs before quickly wrapping her arms around the tops of his broad shoulders and leaning up to connect their lips. The mistletoe is mindlessly dropped somewhere by their feet when Harry wraps his arms around her back to pull her incredibly closer.
The two are closing in on almost two years of this confused and untitled situationship. One month they act like they’re a couple in love and the next they’re best friends and nothing more—all behind closed doors, of course. A state of affairs that neither one of them has the balls to confront head on in fear of losing what they have. After five years of forced, suppressed feelings, this just felt too good to ever think of messing up with a confrontational discussion about what they are, what they want long-term or if any of this was remotely healthy (yet both have some idea that that last point was far from the truth).
Especially in moments like this where one of his hands leave its position from running over the velvet fabric of her dress and onto the back of her head as he backs them up against the wall. She huffs out a small laugh against his lips when she feels his hands already tugging up the bottom of her dress.
“Are we really doing this?” YN’s giggle turns into a soft moan when his kisses turn feverish as he goes down her jawline to her neck. This isn’t a new thing for the two of them to partake in; sneaking around the public to have the tiniest bit of time together to indulge in actions like this has practically become their norm.
“Want me to stop?” He heavily breathes against her neck, pressing a kiss just below her ear. He gets his answer when her hands slip from tugging on his hair down to hurriedly unbuckling his belt and she can practically feel him smirk against her skin, “S’what I thought. Now gimme these thighs.”
In a second, he’s lifting her to wrap her legs around his hips and in the next he's hushing her whimpers, moaning into the crook of her neck as she grips tightly to his shoulders while he pushes into her.
—2020—
"It's not holding," YN’s shoulders lift up to her ears in a giggle.
"You put too much frosting on it," Harry chuckles, getting up from his seat at the kitchen island to take his place behind her. "Here, I think you need an extra set of hands."
Her laughter only grows when her boyfriend obnoxiously reaches over her shoulder and places his hands on top of hers that are holding the walls of her gingerbread house upright.
This is their first Christmas together, just the two of them. Since the pandemic hit everyone particularly hard this year and travel has been very limited. Which means that with everyone having to go into lockdown for the good part of the year, going back home wasn't a solid possibility.
As devastated as they were at the news, they both knew that it was for the best as they didn't want to expose their family to anything.
On the other hand, however, the two became excited at the realization of spending this holiday together. Even though they felt a bit homesick, it soon eased itself away by knowing that they were each other's home.
"Look, look! It's working. Here, take your hands off of it really slowly. See, look at it standing," Harry cheers at the sight of her tiny, editable home upright. Messily covered in frosting but standing nonetheless.
"It looks awful," YN shakes her head with a scrunch of her nose, her frosted covered hands held up in front of her.
"It just needs some candy shingles, some bushes in the front and, you know, some Sour Patch kiddos to live in it," He vaguely waves his hand at the house.
"Ooo, I nearly forgot we had those," YN perks up, sticking a frosting covered thumb past her lips, "Where did yeh put them again?"
"Pantry, I think."
With that, YN shimmers her way around her love before toeing the door open. After strategically grabbing the share size candy bag in between her elbows, the second she comes out from the pantry room, Harry quickly comes up to her and presses his lips to hers.
“Well what was that for? Not like m’complaining,” YN smiles when Harry rubs his nose against hers.
“You were under the mistletoe.”
YN looks up and laughs at the sight of the tiny plant hanging above them, "Did yeh put it under every doorway in our house?"
Our house.
Harry doesn't think he could ever get used to the sound of that and how it makes him feel all warm inside. He's in their house, sharing one roof as they make gingerbread houses together only two days before their first official anniversary since they became a couple. It all seems too good to be true, like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.
"I sure did," He nods with a boyish grin.
"If you wanted to kiss me a whole bunch all you have to do is ask," YN points out and smiles when he shakes his head.
here's a list of everything i published in the month of DECEMBER
˗ˏˋ main masterlist ˎˊ˗
━ see the special events below!
━ none this month!
━ FICMAS (tumblr)
˗ˏˋ THE MRS. CLAUSE ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — NATE MACKINNON x claus!reader
premise — when she took the reins as the world's chief claus, her father forgot to disclose one very pressing hidden clause in the job contract…
cw — me getting way too into the lore of the council of legendary figures, reader is blinded by stress and nate is in lurrrvvv, and some mild angst
wc — 2k
˗ˏˋ HOLIDATE ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader
premise — in order to avoid the annual interrogation into his love life, jack hughes enlists his longtime friend to be his totally platonic plus-one for the holidays.
cw — alcohol mention, jack being moody while luke and quinn are menaces, and reader and jack are idiots (in love, affectionate)
wc — 2.3k
˗ˏˋ CANDY CANE GRAM ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — teacher!JEFF SKINNER x teacher!reader
premise — their students decide to play matchmaker before a school dance; will their scheming pay off?
cw — me using jeff as an outlet for the degree in education i don’t use bc i would like to be financially stable, jeff and reader being sneaky sneaky, kiddos trying to play cupid, and my history major jumping out!
wc — 2.4k
˗ˏˋ THE NANNY ON THE SHELF ˎˊ˗
➤ series masterlist
pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x reader
premise — in erik's absence, his nanny takes over staging the family's elf on the shelf in order to keep the magic alive for his children. results are… questionable.
cw — pre-relationship/pre-therapy erik being a dick and josie being sassy (if you can’t handle the heat, get outta the kitchen — looking @ you ej…)
wc — 1.1k
˗ˏˋ TRADITION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing — dbf!SIDNEY CROSBY x reader
premise — it may not be the right plant, but it's close enough to justify upholding the festive tradition.
cw — unspecified age gap (everyone's legal, dw), smokin' grass (oiud, a joint, mary jane, whichever term you want to use), 18+ content — innocence/corruption kink, adult language/dirty talk, sexual activity under the influence between two consenting adults, fingering (r), oral (r), slight exhibitionism kink, unprotected p in v + creampie (a very merry chrysler to you)
wc — 4.4k
find more more holiday content ˗ˏˋ HERE ˎˊ˗
your fellow readers (and my lovely patrons) gifted you some spine-chilling spice this holiday season! be sure to thank them for their generosity when you get a chance <33
˗ˏˋ FARMER’S DAUGHTER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing(s) — foreman!JOSH ANDERSON x farmer’s daughter!reader
premise — she’ll always remember the time she let her daddy's foreman soil her in the middle of his pasture…
cw — backdoor play, costumes/roleplay (kinda sorta), + risky location/exhibitionism, implied age gap, outdated patriarchal beliefs, innocence kink, corruption kink, slight humilation kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, slight overstim, unprotected p in v, possessive!josh x virgin!reader (outdated definition and beliefs here, too) and just general filth
wc — 3.5k
˗ˏˋ BONER-KILLER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing(s) — camp counselor!JACK HUGHES x camp counselor!reader
premise — no machetes, no hockey masks… at least, that’s what he promised.
cw — a few jokes about death/dying and murder, rather short n tame ("vanilla") barely-there spice from me???, jack being a little shithead (and a little switchy omg), a smidge of angst, and spoopy ending… (kevin heimbach hive rise!)
wc — 1.4k
˗ˏˋ NEW PERSPECTIVE ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing(s) — (soft)dark!stalker!QUINN HUGHES x grey!reader
premise — in his own shadowy domain, he could be whatever and whoever he wanted…
cw — dom!reader + subby-as-hell!quinn (ngl he’s kind of a pathetic loser here, but that’s why we love him), m!receiving oral (perhaps too much idk you tell me) + cum play x2, quinn rendered dumb and speechless by his raging humiliation kink and his need for degradation (and an itty bitty bit of praise — quinn: new kink unlocked), i have been plagued w ball play as of late so im subjecting yall to it, mention of edging and orgasm denial, oh and just some pheromone kink bits and a cute lil oral fixation moment or two, nothing to see here!
wc — 4k
˗ˏˋ LIVE DEMONSTRATION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
➤ series masterlist
pairing(s) — camboy!MITCH MARNER x camgirl!reader (+ some special guests)
premise — their first performance with a live studio audience!
cw — cameos…bc cameo lol, public sex (a literal audience), unprotected boinking + creampie, some reach-around finger-bang action, unprotected coitus + cum play bc mitchy is nasty, praise kink influencer!mitch — "content, baby, content!" (name that vlogger lol), brief past phone sex (kinda? idk you'll see), discussion of sex work and the selling of items
wc — 3k
˗ˏˋ A PEARL ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing(s) — captain!ERIK KARLSSON x reader
premise — its the rum talking… or is it?
cw — stranger sex and CMNF, 18th century purity culture and oral (f receiving)
wc — 600 (preview of my POTC au)
find more spooky content ˗ˏˋ HERE ˎˊ˗
━ WHAT I POSTED ON PATREON
˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — firefighter!QUINN HUGHES x reader
premise — over a decade ago, jack hughes broke her little sister’s heart. out of loyalty, she hasn’t spoken to his elder brother, quinn hughes, since. the holiday season is brimming with miracles; will a mended bridge make the list this year?
cw — angst with a fluffy ending, quinn and the reader being overprotective idiots, named sister!oc (for the reader), kinda non-linear timeline, and less dialogue from me than usual
wc — 2.7k
˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — baker!NICO HISCHIER x wedding planner!reader
premise — nico, the owner of the most sought-after bakery in town, has always had a crush on the reader, an equally popular wedding planner in the area. never more than acquaintances, they still bonded over a shared love of sweetening memories for their special clients. without words, he can tell something is different this time – something is wrong. something happened last christmas; can nico save her from tears this year?
cw — angst, mention of infidelity (not on or by nico), a failed engagement and some scrooge-esque pessimism, and some tooth-rotting, cliché fluff!
wc — 1.6k
˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing(s) — MICHAEL BERZATTO (fx’s the bear) x reader
premise — he should be at the celebrating, but he isn’t. he was, but not anymore. not after she called. instead, he’s playing… knight in shining sleigh for his kid brother’s childhood playmate. there’s only one way for this night to end… and it won’t land either of them on the nice list this year…
cw — unreliable narrator + self-deprecation, age gap, non-canon timeline for the bear (because i don't want to do math lol), mention of reader x ritchie and implied past carmie x reader, alcohol, a lot of degradation, thigh riding / dry humping, orgasm denial, spit play, unhealthy people in an unhealthy non-relationship relationship, a pinch of misogyny, slight impact play, and slight inappropriate use of a santa costume…
wc — 2.9k
˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 ˎˊ˗ (social media au)
pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader; jack hughes x olivia rodrigo (iykyk); COLE CAUFIELD x reader
premise — inspired by the song of the same name off of sab’s fruitcake ep
cw — mention of cheating, me villianizing jack a wee bit, well-deserved cole love, and me having too much fun with famous!reader
˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x nanny!reader
➤ series masterlist
premise — (set before the main story) every member of the johnson household loves christmas. all but the patriarch, whose heart seems to be two sizes too small. there is one person, however, who might put things right…
cw — too much time in grinch!erik’s head, erik being a douche canoe for no reason and mopey because he’s emotionally constipated, alarming lack of josie and reese, and mel stirring the pot
wc — 2k
˗ˏˋ (𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN (tg: maverick) x bradshaw!reader
premise — a christmas miracle is orchestrated by the one person she least expects.
cw — a cheesy nickname, mention of candy, an only child writing sibling banter, me not being over goose’s death (that i’ve only seen once because i physically can't experience that again), a smidge of angst followed by tooth-rotting fluff, a wee bit suggestive at the end, and my inability to keep a story contained to one upload
wc — 1.8k
˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐑𝐒. ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — professor!SIDNEY CROSBY x TA / grad student!reader
premise — red lips, green envy.
cw — nameless biotches trying to steal our man!! power imbalance, secret situationship, references to sex but nothing descriptive, and angst angst angst but some fluff for good measure too, some oc deets added to the reader (nothing physical) for story purposes, and insecurity being a bitch but sid is so words of affirmation slay <3
wc — 2.3k
new au verse coming soon!
˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader
premise — during an island getaway, festive fury brings unspoken truths to the surface.
cw — white people vacationing in hawai’i, mention of alcohol and liquid courage, reference to (past) underage drinking and (past) sex between consenting minors, mention of elementary age-bully, matty being a jealous, elitist douche via inner monologue and a loser-boy via sudden on-set of foot-in-mouth disease (very dangerous — stay safe out there, y’all!), reference to virginity / a lil slut-shaming, angst with a fluffy, suggestive ending
wc — 3k
˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘 ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — grinch!JAMIE DRYSDALE x martha may!reader
premise — jamie hates christmas, but it may just all be a misunderstanding.
cw — jamie being a passive aggressive baby because he's emotionally constipated, references to childhood bullying, emotional cheating / physical cheating (not on jamie or the reader, brief and kinda wholesome), jamie smoking a cig bc ~stressed~ (and a lack of healthy coping skills), mention of blood/violence (super brief), and references to an angel tree topper but no religion or religious components
wc — 2.3k
˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing(s) — single dad!MATT MARTIN x ballerina!reader
premise — its the first role many young ballerinas aspire toward, and matt’s daughter is no different. however, matt has different aspirations for this season’s sugar plum fairy…
cw — an age gap (unspecified, but mentioned), naughty things in a risky and wholesome location, me caring too much about stage costumes, non-hockey playin’ matt (implied), unprotected p in v coitus, and matt being a dirty simpy dog for his kid’s favorite person
wc — 1.3k
˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖! ˎˊ˗
pairing(s) — JOE BURROW x reader
premise — an unexpected road trip with his best friend’s little sister becomes a bit more than joe bargained for—in the best way possible.
cw — insensitive comment about concussions, awkward!joe 🤍's the reader, + reader has a fear of storms and an overprotective brother
wc — 1.4k
˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing(s) — JEREMY SWAYMAN x reader
premise — his california girl has never seen snow. this isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but she's not complaining…
cw — this is straight-up p*rn. cum sharing/cum play, unprotected anal sex + ass eating from the back🙊, manhandling (affectionate), bondage via ribbon, spitting <3, minor objectification + minor discussion of injury, hints of overstim, personification of body parts, and dom!sway being a downright filthy menace ass man with a condescending potty mouth (pun not intended, but funny nonetheless)
wc — 1.9k
˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; background trevor x the boys; slight jamie x mason
premise — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving?
cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week!
wc — 2k
˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 & 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI)
pairing(s) — movie!MIKE SCHMIDT (fnaf) x reader
premise — mike has something very specific on his list this christmas.
cw — slight festive roleplay, breeding kink to the max (with the explicit intention of getting her knocked tf up), mike being obsessed with tits (and having a raging lactation kink), nipple play, dry humping & domestic dirty talk, no p in v (happens off-page/screen), mention of a past pregnancy scare, me wanting abby to be happy with every fiber of my being, and potential FNAF spoilers (honestly, not really)
wc — 2.5k
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Day 2 of 2022's 31 Days of Ficmas
@doctorroseprompts
Prompt: hope
Rating: T (mild - language)
Pairing: 10xRose (AU)
Summary: On the worst day of Rose Tyler's life, she discovers that once you've hit rock bottom, the only place you can go is up. You just need a little hope, and helping hand.
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As a generalization, James loved people. Talking to them, hearing their stories, and he particularly loved getting to know his customers. He’d always found wonder in other people, and owning a café had done nothing to dull that- though he did sometimes worry about the nation’s average level of intelligence.
Waiting patiently for Maggie to decide between a macchiato and an espresso (which would inevitably be an espresso; it always was, and always a struggle for her to commit to it), his eyes drifted to his favorite customer, and he frowned at what he found. She was in the back corner at a table for two, head down on her arms, and visible even from all the way across the shop, her shoulders were shaking.
Is she crying? Why?
He didn’t, strictly speaking, know anything about her, even her last name – but she’d been coming in most days for a good six months now, and they’d easily fallen into a cheerful, if flirty, bit of banter.
“You know what, let me try the macchiato,” Maggie finally said, tearing his eyes back to her.
“Really?” I think the world’s about to end.
The woman bit her lip, looked from one menu board to the other, then shook her head. “No, give me the espresso. Maybe next time.”
Crisis averted. Earth is safe! he thought sarcastically, and only felt a tiny bit bad about thinking such a thing about a steady paying customer. “Coming right up.”
Having never made a drink so fast in his life, he handed it over in record time before calling over his shoulder, “Sally, I’m taking a break.”
“Okay!”
Plating a double chocolate muffin he stepped out from behind the counter, winding his way through the shop with only minimal interruptions, focus solely on the pretty blonde whose smile did awful things for his blood pressure. Only once he stopped at the table did his brain catch up, realizing he had no real way to approach her – he could hardly tap her on the shoulder, so he settled for clearing his throat; and when that didn’t work, he coughed.
Still nothing.
Rubbing awkwardly at the back of his neck, wondering if this was a mistake, he sighed and said, “Cough cough.”
The blonde head slowly raised, normally brown eyes red rimmed and befuddled met his, horror growing over her splotchy face. “Oh, God, I’m sorry, please don’t kick me out-”
“Eat something.” He all but dropped the muffin on the table in front of her, shuffling side to side.
“I didn’t order this.”
“I know.”
They stared at each other as she blinked rapidly. “Oh… kay. Thanks?” She glanced down at it, the barest twitch at the corner of the mouth showing it was a solid choice. “Erm, why?”
“Can I…” James gestured to the seat across from her, waiting until she nodded to slide into it. “Look, I don’t mean to pry, but I think a flood of tears might land me in trouble with health and safety,” he tried to joke. “D’you want to talk about it?”
The woman flushed, shaking her head. “I’m the world’s biggest moron is all, and the universe has decided to make sure I know it.” Chewing on her lower lip, she tore off a small piece of the muffin and popped it in her mouth. “’S good, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He glanced around the shop, making sure they weren’t being watched, before asking, “Is there anything I can do to help? Are you in some sort of trouble?”
She choked on another bite of the muffin, causing a coughing fit, but when he went to stand she waved him off, taking a long pull off of her tea – peppermint, which wasn’t her usual, but made sense if she was in some sort of distress. “You could say that,” she scoffed, then studying him in a way that made him feel he was being evaluated, and he tried to look as trustworthy as possible with little idea how to functionally accomplish such a thing.
“I’m, well…” her gaze dropped, picking at the muffin without eating it. “God, I’m stupid. I’m not just in some sort of trouble, I’m… in trouble. Trouble trouble. The sent away to help an elderly relative for six months type of trouble.”
Not understanding her meaning he just waited, making a vague noise of commiseration.
Looking up again he must have looked lost, because she groaned. “In other words, I’m up the duff and my boyfriend- well, ex, now, I s’pose- left tire marks behind he bailed so fast.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say, his heart dropping even as his head scolded him. Her life is dramatically changing and you’re upset you lost out on a date you never really planned on asking for? “He’s a shitstain.”
“He really is,” she surprisingly agreed, laughing a bit. “He really, really is, and the worst part is, my mother warned me.” Her lower lip trembled. “She warned me and warned me, but I knew better. Joke’s on me, I guess. Fuck, she’s gonna kill me.”
He had nothing to offer but a napkin, which she used to dab at her eyes then blow her nose.
“And, ‘cause of my own general lack of self-observation and calendar-keeping, I don’t really have any choices. And the irony is, based on the timing, he probably did this to me when I tried to leave and he talked me into staying – and then disappeared on me the second he found out! Wanker. An’ now here I am cryin’ to you about it, an’ I just… God, I wanna die.” Her face crumpled, but she breathed deeply, opening her eyes again to his horrified face. “Oh, no, I’m not gonna- I just mean in the- fuuuck, I can’t get anything right these days.” She scrubbed her hands over her face. “I’m not a threat to myself or anyone else, I just wanna go back six months and kick myself in the arse.”
“I get it,” he offered, then tentatively put his hand face up on the table. “And for what it’s worth, I think how you’re feeling is probably normal and understandable. No judgement here.”
“Thanks.” She smiled at him, and though it was dull and wan, it was genuine. “I just dumped all that on you when you were trying to be nice. Sorry.” Hesitantly, she put her hand in his, heat searing through him at her touch.
James shook his head. “I’m glad you felt you could trust me with it, at least on some level.”
A whistle from the other side of the shop caught his attention, startling him; he’d almost forgotten about the rest of the world. Flashing Sally a sign for five more minutes, he waited for her eyeroll and thumbs up before turning his attention back to the woman. “Wait, why’d you say it like that?”
“Say what?”
“‘You’, like there’s something specific about me that makes me bad to confide in, or something.”
The woman flushed, eyes going wide before dropping to the crumbled muffin. “Nothing, it wasn’t…” She groaned, shook her head, then said, “My boyfriend- ex- he thought I was cheating on him, ‘cause projection, and he thought… I mean… ‘cause I come in here so much…”
“Is that so?” Occasionally, James had had to deal with angry men who thought the same because of his apparently overly-friendly attitude, but never had the jealousy provoked such delight in him. “Really?”
“Shut up,” she said, but it was half-hearted at best, accompanied by a tiny grin. “He’s a prick and a moron, remember?”
“How could we be having an affair though?” he asked reasonably. “I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Rose, Rose Tyler.”
“Rose Tyler,” he repeated, loving the way it felt on his tongue, how it rolled over his soul and filled him with warmth. “Lovely to meet you, Rose Tyler.”
She smiled, then raised her eyebrow in expectation – and when the silence stretched between them, she prompted, “And you are…”
“Right! James. Noble. At your service.”
“Oi!” Sally’s voice carried across the room, and when he glanced in her direction, grimaced at the line snaking from the register to the door.
“Shit. I’ve got to…” he gestured, and she- Rose- nodded.
“No, yeah, of course, sorry to keep you.”
Standing, he shook his head. “No, no, don’t say that, I’ve loved talking to you, I just gotta… Don’t leave, okay? I’ll be back.” With a parting smile he hustled away before anything stupid could come out of his mouth, like I love you, or I’ll raise a baby with you, or marry me.
Too soon. Way, way, way too soon. Probably haven’t got a shot in hell now anyway.
And he deserved it, he supposed, taking orders and clearing the line as quickly as he could without being (too) rude, almost obsessively checking to be sure she hadn’t left. You could’ve said something to her at any point, but you waited too long and lost your chance. Always the coward.
-
The longer Rose sat at her small table, picking at the muffin and sipping her cold tea, the stupider she felt – which was impressive, given how low she’d been when she walked in.
It’s probably for the best that I never made a move on him anyway, she rationalized. I was probably already pregnant when I first realized I liked him; it would have been too complicated. I was too proud to end things with Jimmy, and this is my just desserts. Only shame is this poor baby’s gotten dragged into this now.
It still didn’t feel real; twenty-four hours earlier her only worry had been that the nurse wouldn’t believe she’d tripped over the damn cat - which was the truth, at least this time. Now Jimmy was gone, and he’d left her a going-away present that felt like a noose and she had this great responsibility hanging over head; how far along she’d gotten without realizing only made it worse. So much for the weight being all those chips.
“Sorry, sorry,” James apologized, sliding back into the chair across from her.
“No, I totally understand, it’s fine,” she shook her head, gathering her things. “I’ve taken up way too much of your time as it is.”
“Don’t go!” His eyes wide he caught her hand, but immediately dropped it. “I mean, obviously you can leave it you want, but… don’t? Please?”
Bottom lip caught between her teeth, Rose hesitated. What are you doing? You are the last person in the world who should be considering any kind of new relationship, and he deserves better than the fuck-up that you are. Despite her better judgement, she sat back down.
They stared at each other across the table, and Rose wondered what was going through his mind, because certainly nothing appropriate or rational was occurring in hers.
“Would you like to have dinner with me?”
Whatever she’d been expecting, it wasn’t that, and she blinked stupidly at him. “You understand I’m pregnant, right? Baby on board? Soon to be accompanied by a tiny, screaming overlord? And I’m not… I mean, I might’ve considered my options if I’d known sooner, but… I am keeping it.” She hadn’t honestly made the decision yet, but as the words escaped, it felt right. I’m keeping it. Oh fuck, I’m gonna be a mum!
“I bet you’ll be a great mum,” he said warmly. “You’ve got this kindness about you- you’ll be wonderful. And I’m not asking you to marry me, just to spend a little time together. I… I’ve fancied you for a bit, to be honest, and I’m sorry if this is inappropriate or unwanted, but… well, if nothing else, you should know that just because your wanker of an ex doesn’t want you, doesn’t mean you’re, y’know, unwantable. It says more about him than it does you.”
You’re being stupid, the voice in her head said, but as it sounded a bit like Jimmy, she decided to ignore it. Not like this one could get me pregnant or anything, she snickered to herself. “I am seriously craving chips.”
A smile bloomed across his face, making his already handsome visage positively gorgeous. “Then chips it’ll be. We close in forty-five; does that work?”
“I’ll wait.”
They exchanged giddy smiles, and this time when he returned to the counter, she watched his bum as he walked away. Good smile, nice bum. Check and check!
-
Thirteen weeks later James sat in the rocking chair, holding the tiniest, most precious girl he’d ever seen, unable to stop marveling over her. At only an hour old she’d already settled into the world, content to doze in his arms as he kept counting her fingers.
“Still ten?” Rose’s voice was drowsy but warm, and he tore his eyes away from the baby to smile at her.
“Hey, mama. How you feeling?”
She yawned, shifted, and grimaced. “Like I got fucked by dynamite without any lube, and it exploded and took my bits with it. How’s she doing?”
“Absolutely beautiful. Perfect, and strong, and a champ, just like her mummy.” Standing carefully, he padded over to her hospital bed and settled on the edge. “Want to hold her?”
“Mhmm.” Rose accepted the baby onto her chest, who snuffled but settled quickly at the skin-to-skin contact. “You’re right, she’s perfect.” They admired her together, the peaceful, sleeping expression, the delicate fingers peeking out from the swaddling blanket.
James’ heart had never felt so full, so deeply in love with the newborn already – and her mother. “She’s gonna need a name.”
“And a father.” Rose didn’t lift her head to meet his startled gaze. “I’m not suggesting putting you on any paperwork or anything – not now at least – but… I’d like you to have the role. If you want it.”
He was wrong; his heart felt so full and heavy he was amazed it wasn’t dragging on the floor. “It would be the greatest honor of my life.” He reached out, cupping the baby’s head tenderly, swiping his thumb over her cheek. “I’ll love her and protect her with my life.” He looked at Rose. “And her mother.”
They kissed tenderly, mindful of the precious bundle between them and Rose’s own tender state.
“But what’s her name?”
“I’ve been thinking about that,” Rose’s gaze returned to her daughter, love shining through the exhaustion and lingering pain. “And… I think I know what it is now. And it’s the gift you gave me, on one of the darkest days of my life.”
“What’s that?”
Rose smiled down at the baby. “Hope,” she said softly. “When she and I were alone in the world, abandoned, you gave me hope that the future could be bright and happy. Her name is Hope Sophia Tyler.”
“It’s perfect,” James smiled. “A perfect name for a perfect little girl. And I hope she will always know how precious and loved she is.”
Her- their- daughter’s soft cry interrupted their kiss, but they just laughed, and James stroked the baby’s cheek, soothing her. “I’m sorry Hope, you have our full attention, I promise. I love you.” He choked up, hardly daring to say words. “Daddy loves you, so, so much.” Tears pricking at his eyes, not caring if they fell, he met Rose’s loving gaze. “Both of you.”
“And we love you.”
And so, on a warm spring morning, they became a family of three, full of hope for the future.
genre: smut (honestly more suggestive than anything), 18+ (minors dni)
summary: you and jisung always have fun with your christmas gifts each year.
length: 385
warnings: slight christmas mention, profanity, suggestive/sexual content, mentions of sex toys, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
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you and jisung have a little tradition every year for christmas.
since you're usually spending so much money buying gifts for friends and family, you made an agreement when you spent your first christmas together to only buying two gifts for each other. the gifts could really be anything from any price point, but there was a stipulation for each gift: one had to be a normal christmas gift and the other had to be a sex-related gift.
the sexy gift doesn't have to be anything fancy or flashy. in fact, it's preferred for it not be. occasionally you both splurge and buy something nice, but usually if you two seriously want something to use in the bedroom, you just go out and buy it right then. that means that by the time christmas rolls around each year, there isn't anything you both really need, so the christmas sex gifts are usually a little tongue in cheek. you both still want it to be something you can utilize while also being a little funny. some notable mentions for sex gifts you've given each other in the past are sex dice, fuzzy pink handcuffs, and a bullet vibrator with unicorns on it.
if jisung had to pick a favorite sex gift he's ever gotten you for christmas, it would probably be the sex advent calendar. he had to give that one to you a little early obviously, but he loved that you both got to try so many new things each day. there were small little toys in each day. some were things to use on you and some were things to use on him, so you both thoroughly enjoyed it.
now if you had to pick a favorite sex gift you've ever bought him, it would probably be the sexy mrs. clause outfit you bought for him to wear, complete with a little red mini skirt and all. thankfully it didn't cost you too much, because you knew he would probably never actually wear it, but the look on his face when he opened the gift was priceless. as you suspected, he went on and on about how there was no way you will ever catch him wearing it. except for that one time he put a little too much peppermint schnapps in his hot cocoa.
