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solitaire-sol · 4 months

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02. Soft

For: @prongsfoot-microfic Month: December 2023 AO3: Link Notes: Merry (possibly belated) Christmas, and equivalent holidays, to everyone who celebrates them! I just wanted to put out a little Christmas fluff to break my lack-of-posting streak. <3

They’d spent the day out-of-doors, tramping through snow-covered fields and wading through thigh-high drifts like colder, friendlier quicksand, competing to build the most ostentatious snow sculpture before trying to stuff snow down the back of each other’s coats. By the time James and Sirius had returned to the house, the coats in question thoroughly soaked when the snow-stuffing had become an impromptu wrestling match, twilight had already fallen and the village had been illuminated by festive lights and flickering tapers in red and white wax.

Christmas had come to Godric’s Hollow, or at least it was nearly there, and the air was layered with pine and cinnamon over the fresh, clean, cold scent of new-fallen snow. James and Sirius wandered back to James’ house, where the windows were glowing in warm welcome despite the fact that no one was home: James’ parents had gone visiting, as they did every holiday, and James would normally go with them except that Sirius was there, which took priority. James had been apologetic when he’d informed his mother and father, but Euphemia and Fleamont hadn’t seemed at all surprised-- The boys were old enough to look after themselves for a night or two, and the ‘old folks’ had departed with only a few cursory warnings against burning the cottage down.

After the two of them had stamped the snow from their boots, discarding their sodden coats in the mudroom, they'd only had to glance at each other before they were racing for the stairs, elbowing each other mostly-playfully as they clattered up the carpeted steps and separated at the landing: James darted into his room, then into the adjoining bathroom, while a hastily-slammed door from down the hall signalled Sirius' disappearance into the guest bath. Taps were turned, prompting hot water to rush out from pipes charmed to convey the perfect temperature, and the billowing steam fogged up the mirrors in each bathroom. Sirius, still his mother's son, couldn't help but take the time to wash and detangle and mostly dry his hair; so that by the time he made his way back downstairs, James was already in the kitchen, a towel around his shoulders and his hair still damp from the bath as he applied frothy whipped cream to two mugs of hot chocolate with far more care than he showed in Potions.

James looked up as Sirius entered the kitchen, passing him the mug with a cartoonish dog gazing mournfully up on the side; their fingers brushed together, just a little, and something in Sirius was warmed by more than just the hot bath, more than just the heat from the ceramic under his palm. James' mug had an out-of-proportion deer on it in the same cartoony style, both cups were bought as a joke the year before, but they were 'their' mugs and saw plenty of use whenever Sirius came to stay. The mugs were a set, after all, just as Sirius and James made a pair.

Hot chocolate successfully procured, the boys made for the plush sofa in the living room, where Sirius stoked the embers in the fireplace with a flick of his wand as James flung himself onto the couch with reckless disregard for the whipped cream and molten chocolate in his hand.

“Budge up,” Sirius ordered, causing James to grin at the faux-authority in his tone, and there was a good deal of jostling and wriggling before they found something that suited them-- Half-sprawled across the length of the sofa, Sirius' back wedged in the corner of the backrest and the couch's arm, James' back to his front. Long limbs and lean bodies slotted together with zero room to spare, and something that might still have attracted covert stares and curious speculation in the Gryffindor common room could be as easy and as natural as it felt. Sirius reached behind him with his free hand and seized a handful of the thick quilt draped over the sofa’s back, pulling it forward and draping it over James, who picked up the edge and tucked it around them like a two-occupant cocoon.

It might have surprised those curious Housemates to hear the surprisingly gentle cadence of the conversation that followed, which rose and fell according to the whims of the boys now cuddled together on the overstuffed sofa, the twinkling lights of the large evergreen in the corner creating a private constellation in the firelit dimness. Christmas at the Potters' was nothing like Christmas with the Blacks, who acknowledged the holiday in the way they did so many other things: With a deliberation that was at once both slightly ostentatious and severe, all overworked house elves and enormous silver punch-bowls that had once belonged to some storied precursor who’d flavored his glühwein with his enemies' blood. Sirius had years of receiving gifts from his parents, and occasionally they'd even been things he wanted, but there had been nothing like Christmas with James' family, all three in ridiculous jumpers that Euphemia knitted and Fleamont loved and James wore with pride. Their tree, always a superb specimen from the woods around the Hollow, was always all but smothered beneath the tinsel and enchanted tapers and sugared gingerbread, and hidden among the branches were multiple ornaments shaped like the letter 'J,' each in a different style, one for every year of James' life.

When Sirius spent his first Christmas with the Potters, Euphemia presented him with a jumper of his own, and James' gift had been an elaborately wrought letter 'S' to hang next to the other ornaments on the tree. "I'll get you another one next year," James had promised, and Sirius had laughed and called James a sop and pretended to study the weave of his jumper to hide the gratitude in his eyes.

James had been as good as his word-- James always was, when it mattered, and Sirius mattered to him, even if James showed it through deeds and not quite through words. It was evident on that night, in the way that James could be quiet with Sirius, in the way that the boy who always carried himself as if he were centre-stage could drink his hot chocolate and speak only when he felt like it, not when he felt he had to. That these feelings were returned, nebulous and as-yet-undefined as they were, was obvious in the way that Sirius allowed himself to enjoy the sweetness of the hot chocolate and the milky flavour of the cream, childish tastes that he'd never been allowed to develop but which, like so many other things, he was able to experience through James' presence in his life. Sirius had been honed by his family until he'd become as bright and as sharp as a blade; but with James, with James alone, there was no need to bring that blade to bear. James could disarm Sirius without really having to try, perhaps because James so readily showed Sirius the vulnerabilities that James would otherwise never admit he possessed.

When the mugs were emptied and set on the coffee table, when the logs in the fireplace were burning low and neither James nor Sirius felt inclined to stir them to life, the clock on the mantel began to chime. “Midnight,” James observed, relaxing against Sirius and smiling into the firelight, his fingers twisting idly into the fabric of Sirius’ sleeve. “That makes it Christmas Day. Happy Christmas, Padfoot.”

“Happy Christmas, Prongs,” Sirius replied, his voice soft, his eyes softer. Sirius didn’t quite smile, still somewhat unused to the way that James could make him feel-- Like the first day back at Hogwarts with his friends, like Monty and Effie smiling at him over the breakfast table, such times with James were too precious for Sirius to take lightly, and he would never quite master James’ knack for cradling everything in a grin. Even so, if only for a moment, it seemed like the world beyond the front door had faded into a pleasantly indistinct haze, and all that really mattered was that cosy living room and that glowing fire and the quilt that smelt faintly of lavender, the lingering sweetness on his tongue and the warm, solid weight of James against him, as if that was how they were always meant to be. James’ breathing flattened and slowed as he drowsed, ever able to fall asleep with an ease that Sirius sometimes envied, and Sirius let himself follow suit, his murmured words almost lost beneath the steady crackling from the fireplace.

“You mean the world to me.”

#prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter x sirius black #sirius black x james potter #i was trying to write with all the usual holiday family stuff going on around me SO #hopefully it's at least a little cute and fluffy #my backlogged microfics are pretty angsty so this is like my christmas present to the boys #happy holidays everyone!#fics by sol

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vviolame · 10 months

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FOUND FAMILY PROMPTS 💌 ;;

feel free to use! (dialogue and scenarios)

please tag me, i wanna see what you do!!! 😽 vviolame 23’

“i love you, i hope you know that.”

“i love you in a kind of way that’s kinda hard to explain.”

“wanna go for ice cream?”

“do you still like oranges?” (or any other food uhghshsh)

“hey, do you remember-“

“hey, dad?- sorry-“ (IM WEAK)

“hey, mom?- sorry-“ (IM WEAKER)

“oh that’s so cool!” “you want me to teach you?”

“you’re like.. like, my safe place.”

“could I sleep on your lap?”

“can I put my head on your shoulder?”

“hey, would you mind if I took a quick shower?”

“i will never let that happen to you again.”

“anyone even tries to get near you? they’re dead.”

“yo, what flavor of slushee do you get?”

(bad ending) “you’ve never had a slushee.”

“your shoes look a little small..”

“are your feet tired?”

“i can carry you.”

“you know what’s thicker than blood? chocolate.”

“hello? do you know what fun is?”

“it’s okay, I’ll be right there with you.”

“you wanna make cookies?”

“oh, dude. you have no idea.”

“where are my socks?”

“you don’t know how to do laundry?”

“dude, when did you get so good at laundry.”

“i can help with the dishes”

“hey- are you safe?”

“where are you?”

“do you need me to come?”

“I’m coming to get you.”

“I’m so glad to be away from there..”

“oh, also, i saw this shirt I thought you’d love,”

“okay, just breathe. I’m right here.”

“you don’t have to deal with that here.”

“i know you’re scared, but you’re home now.”

“you guys are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“it’s like a weight got lifted off my chest.”

“this is so weird.. It’s so calm here..”

“you’re not mad?” “why would I be mad?”

“do you mean it?” “of course, I’ll never lie to you.”

“you trust me?”

“i trust you.”

“can I trust this?”

“oh my god, you look so good.”

“knock ‘em dead.”

“hey, what kind of cereals do you like?”

“i love you guys.”

“I’m declaring, movie night is tuesday.”

“yes, or course.”

“do you need more shampoo?”

“here, use my phone.”

“didn’t think I’d ever enjoy a car ride, until you hopped in my passenger seat.”

“huh, partner?”

SCENARIOS 💌 ;;

• they wake up from a nightmare, and go to their person (or people) for comfort, and after some calming down, they both (or all!!) fall asleep cuddling.

• they ask their person to go to the gas station late at night.

• they get hurt (fall, bike accident, cooking burn, ect.) and try to patch it up themselves, but get found and person b (forcibly) (but gently forcibly) patches them up.

• (adult/teenager and child) it’s bring your kid to work day, and they make a bet to see who slips up in their act of “this is my child” first.

• painting their eventually bought house together.

• sharing earbuds

• brushing the others hair

• reading them to sleep

• humming them to sleep

• setting up matching halloween costumes

• them all huddled up by a fan on a hot day

• learning recipes from each other.

and that’s all I have in me 😮‍💨. again, please tag me !!!!!! i would love to see all of your lovely lovely work!!!! thank you for reading !

(image via @you2onlyme on tiktok)

#writeblr #prompt list #writing #writing prompts #whump prompts #dialogue prompt #found #found family #i love you guys

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jojosbizzarewife · 1 month

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When you're sick

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Brings you medicine/vitamins throughout the day

Suzy Q

includes a Flintstones vitamin every morning

Yakako

Hermes

will also run you a nice warm bubble bath every night that you're not feeling well

Pucci

Gyro

he goes full doctor mode when you're sick - will also lend you his teddy to keep you company

Makes you lots of teas for your sore throat, makes sure you're well hydrated

Jonathan

Wammu

Avdol

will make you his special spicy hot chocolate

Giorno

Ghiaccio

sets alarms to remind himself to make you a new tea

F.F

Hot Pants

Yasuho

Makes you soup, homemade of course

Jotaro

will tell you that you dreamed it, if you bring it up

Okuyasu

asks tonio for recipie to help make you feel better

Bruno

okay, maybe not homemade, but it is store bought with love

Anasui

surprisingly good cook, makes the best chicken noodle soup

Diego

makes the best minestrone soup, his mom would make it for him when he was sick as a kid

Norisuke

Will hover around you and make sure you have anything you want or need

Erina

Esidisi

Kakyoin

sweet boy, puts on your favourite movie to watch with you too

Narancia

Formaggio

if he absolutely has to go out, he will shrink you down and put you in his pocket

Rikiel

sweet boy is so doting when you're sick

Joshu

was sick a lot as a kid, so he knows how awful you feel, just wants you to feel better

Brings you little gifts to help make you feel better

Caesar

Koichi

Mikitaka

will drop off any cool looking sticks he finds

Trish

Pesci

Weather Report

picks up some popcorn and matching fuzzy socks for you both so you can binge your favourite show

Gappy

brings you dango, lots of dango

Will drop things off outside your door because they don't want to get sick

Dio

won't even knock to let you know he brought anything (then get annoyed when you don't bring it in)

Akira Otoishi

can't risk his precious singing voice

Risotto

Illuso

sets a mirror up in your room so he can keep an eye on you and can drop things off easily for you

Ungalo

Funny Valentine

Tries to cuddle your cold away - ends up sick themselves

Speedwagon

Polnareff

something about "true loves kiss heals all" (not this time, though)

Mista

the pistols refuse to work when you're sick anyway

Melone

Jobin

whenever you're sick, he calls you his little bed bug

Builds you a blanket fort to watch movies in together

Baron Zeppeli

Joseph

I feel like it's the only time he's not a complete menace

Hol Horse

Josuke

even buys you a nice comfy blanket that he warms up in the dryer for you

Doppio

Jolyne

Johnny

will also make a bonfire for you to cuddle around in the evening

Tells you to get better (as an order)

Kars

Rohan

Abbachio

probably tells you it's your own fault for getting sick (still brings you little treats from the store)

Prosciutto

Mamezuku

Forces quarantine

Lisa lisa

Kira

Fugo

believes it's the only way the others will leave you alone to rest, he records himself reading so you have an audio book at least

Versus

Ringo Roadagain

don't even try to leave your room he won't let you

#jojo #jojo brainrot #jjba brainrot #jjba imagines #jojo imagines #phantom blood #battle tendency #stardust crusaders #diamond is unbreakable #vento aureo #la sqaudra #stone ocean #steel ball run #jojolion

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haikyuu-and-more-haikyuu · 3 months

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Valentine HC

So there is like one hour of valentine's day here were I live, so let's do some HC just because...(i actually think valentine is a stupid thing, mostly because it's just not so big here; but stores tries to push it). I have been single for my 25 years of life, but I often give gift's to my bff's. Like small stuff; like a little chocolate and some homemade shit they can hang on their wall or something. Just to make them feel a little more loved. Hope you all had a great day and that your week will continue in that manner <3

Sugawara x Sawamura: Depend on year to year. Since Daichi is a cop, he will sometimes have a shift in the late evening or night, so they can't be doing much. If Daichi is stuck at work; he will call a flower shop and make them deliver a bouquet to their home so Sugawara would be met with a gift when he comes home. Sugawara can't send flowers to the station, but he packs a hefty lunchbox and does the extra stuff as to make heart shaped rice balls and send a note with. He will also have dinner ready or at least a plate that Daichi can reheat if he comes back really late. If they have the evening off, they just order in food and dessert and just enjoy themselves. If they feel like it, they go out and take dinner at a barbeque restaurant and maybe go to a bathhouse.

Yamaguchi x Tsukishima Also depends if either of them have work or not. The museum closes earlier than the office Yamaguchi works at (if it's not holiday period with more tourists). But they usually just go out to eat and maybe catch a movie if they see anything that interest them. If they can't make the time cut, Tsukishima will drive over to Yamaguchi's work, if he is stuck at the office, and he would of course already have picked up some burger and fires ( so they will become soft when they arrive home). Yamaguchi, if he knows Tsukishima will be stuck working longer hours, he will also pick him up and have bought a store-bought cake they can share. They have been friends since childhood, they don't want or expect the other to give anything bigger than some food that they can share.

Kageyama x Hinata Both are athletes and busy. Sometimes they have late practice, sometimes they are out traveling with their sparte team, sometimes they are together, but still busy. I think neither of them would do too much. Maybe Hinata will buy a box of the jelly energy drinks Kageyama likes to have. Kageyama would probably do a similar favour back and buy him a pack of energy bars he could just stuff in his bag and have something to-go when he needs it. I do think they would both have tried at one point ot do something more romantic; but it wasn't for them and they have time for regular date night throughout the year - so they 'dont 'stress it too much. If they have time though, they make a heartly meal together and give each other massages.

Kuroo x Kenma Both of them are busy. Kenma has a yearly stream for his viewers on valentines. It doesn't take too long, but it's something to prepare too. Kuroo is busy with work as usual, but they both make sure to have the evening for just the two of them. They take a drive to disconnect for a few hours and just pics a place to eat dinner on the road. Sometimes it's ramen, sometimes its a hot-pot place, sometimes it's McDonnel's. Sometimes they drive to a desser cafe and then to start talking until they closes and are forced to leave whatever place they decide. They have a rule to not buy a gifts, but if either see the other lacking something; they just sneak it in on that day as an extra specialty.

Tanaka x Kiyoko Tanaka was very nervous the first real valentine they had as a couple. He and Noya had tired to brainstorm some ideas he could do to treat Kiyoko, but they all seemed to extravagant or to little. Kiyoko, the first year, just shoved up with some chocolate. As in Japan's, on valentine day; girls give chocolate to the guys. And a month late, the guys give chocolate back on white day (14th of March). So Tanaka of course gave chocolate back when it was time. They still stuck with the tradition, but also have a date night at a restaurant and just take a walk through the city centre. Tanaka tried to act though, but it doesn't take much for Kyoko to make him stumble over his words. Kiyoko also tries to act cool, but one romantic gesture from Tanaka have her blushing all over the place.

Iwaizumi x Oikawa They didn't get together until a few years after high school. Plus Oikawa plays for Argentina and Iwaizumi coaches the Japan's Men's volleyball team. So there's a hurdle. If they can make time and the time zones doesn't mess them up too much, they skype call for hours. If they, by miracle: is near each other, they have this weird way of rivalry since they support different teams and will often tease and goad on each other. They know it's just for fun. But when evening comes; they can always be seen walking the same path home. Oikawa one year sent Iwaizumi some money with the message to just buy himself a gift. And this started a tradition. They send over a small amount of money with the massage to just buy themselves a steam bun or a bar of cholate or some extra stuff they want with the massages to take care.

Ushijima x Tendou Ushijima is a very practical person and Tendou is literally a chocolatier in Paris. So they face some of the same problems Iwaizumi and Oikawa have. Tendou makes batch of his finest chocolate that Ushijima likes and sends it over with express delivery so it will arrive around valentines day. I feel like Ushijima is the kind of guy that likes those confectionary chocolates with nuts in them. Ushijima doesn't really understand the in's and out's of this day. He did receive more than enough confession and chocolate in school; but he never really cared about that. At the start, he didn't feel like he could give a chocolate-maker some cholate as a gift. Maybe it would have been too much. Doing something else out of the norm, made him feel like he didn't care enough. Now that he knows the people Tendou works with; he makes a deal that they go out and buy some flowers for him and a gift card on an eastern Asian themed restaurant that they go together when he is visiting paris. Tendou always appreciates it, especially since he misses Japan from time to time.

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phoxphenex · 1 year

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nct dream holiday special?🤭 -🐰

i actually had this planned in my drafts so i hope you like it 🤭💖 (most/all of these will be christmas-y since the dreamies celebrate christmas)

𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠

MARK

driving through neighborhoods to look at all the christmas lights is a must for you and mark. it was a childhood tradition for him back in canada, and since it’s difficult to decorate a dorm with lights, you would put extra effort into finding a well-lit neighborhood to take mark to. the two of you would just slowly drive through the streets with some soft christmas music playing on the radio, his eyes catching all the twinkling holiday lights. you love watching his face light up when he points the extravagant houses out, and you’re just happy that you get to help mark experience some fun for the holidays.

RENJUN

you and renjun have your own little cookie-making contest every christmas eve. each year, you both come up with a new recipe or theme for the members of nct to judge, and each year, you lose. it’s not even because renjun is an amazingly skilled baker, it’s that you are absolutely terrible at it. last year, some of his members compared you to jisung, and he was the offended one! still, though you are convinced the contest is rigged, you and renjun go out of your way to have your bake-off every year.

JENO

ugly sweater contests! you love going out and buying random crafting items from your childhood to put on the poor sweaters, and jeno just likes making a mess. one year, you bought red and green legos and glued them to your sweaters to stick them together. xiaojun and taeyong were especially amused that year. i feel like jeno would mess up on purpose to tease you, and you’d fall right into his traps. all in all, it’s a tradition for the two of you to customize ugly couples' christmas sweaters to wear to sm parties.

HAECHAN

the two of you love singing christmas songs, his favorite being the jackson 5′s take on i saw mommy kissing santa claus. you tend to stick with the classics, such as frank sinatra and elvis, but you support each other's separate tastes. another thing you do after drinking a bit too much of jaemin’s special egg nog is going around the dorm, knocking on the member’s doors, and since christmas carols whether they answer or not. oh yeah, you’ve already memorized dream’s candy choreography for your caroling session this year :)

JAEMIN

mistletoe. jaemin would literally hide mistletoe everywhere around your place, and just point it out at random times. he says it’s festive, but you know it’s just an excuse to get free kisses. not that you’re complaining ;) it was strange one year, though, when haechan and jaemin found themselves under the mistletoe. you were the only one entertained, but jaemin got his revenge by following you around with the mistletoe in his hand all night. after that, your little pranks became a holiday tradition, and to this day, there is no escape from jaemin and his mistletoe kisses.

CHENLE

christmas movie marathon. every, single. year. you watch every movie you can think of the entire month of december, but save your favorite for christmas day: love actually. you watched it with your parents when you were a kid, so it made sense for you to recommend it to watch on the 25th. you didn’t expect chenle to like this movie as much as he did, and after watching it on your first christmas together, you wouldn’t pick any other film to match it. in fact, after that first christmas, chenle became the one to eagerly force you into your (matching) christmas jammies to comfortably watch love actually together.

JISUNG

you and jisung love decorating the tree together, but your favorite part of christmas is the cocoa. it’s just about the only thing jisung knows how to make, so his excitement is just that more special to you. you make a point to drink the make the hot chocolate before decorating the tree so that by the time you finish, the temperature is perfect. of course, jisung helps you put the star on the tree since you can’t quite reach the top without a little help.

#holiday special #nct #nct dream #nct mark #nct renjun #nct jeno #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung #merry christmas #heart emoji

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rayslittlekitten · 2 years

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Mommy and Daddy Time

“Dad Will” Masterlist

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I've posted a fic. Sorry, I've been writing here and there, working on different WIP. My inspiration and creative juices haven't really been flowing much lately. Also, some life stuff going on which is why I've pulled back a bit, but I promise i am still writing. Just at a snail's pace. Thanks @lovebarefootblonde for taking a gander at this for me.

Word Count: 877

Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader

Plot: Your alone time gets interrupted by your husband.

Contains: banter, fluff, some sexiness before it gets too spicy

The house is quiet, save for the music you’re blasting while you’re soaking in the jacuzzi tub. It’s Friday night and Lucy is out with her friends while Will is linking up with Pope who's back in town for a few days. They rounded up whoever could meet up at such a short notice. It has been a long while so you left the boys to do their own thing. You, on the other hand, stayed home because honestly, it's rare you get the house to yourself. You had ordered takeout and made ooey gooey brownies to indulge in later with some ice cream after your relaxing bath. Will and Lucy had bought you some bath bombs for Mother's Day earlier in the year and you haven't had a chance to use them.

Your eyes are closed and your head is leaning back, resting on a towel as you belt out along with the soft R&B song playing, doing a terrible job when trying to hit the high notes. You're very well aware that you cannot sing to save your life. It's been compared to nails on a chalkboard, but you still very much enjoy doing it anyways, really feeling the song. After your concert for one, you open your eyes to reach for the cup of wine you've been sipping on to clear your throat, getting ready for the next song but you get startled, spilling some wine into the tub when you see your husband leaning on the bathroom door frame with his arms crossed, staring at you with the goofiest grin on his face.

"Jesus Christ, Will!" you yelp with a hand over your chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he finally says, chuckling.

"How long have you been standing there for?" you ask, putting your glass of wine back down where you’ve been keeping it.

"Long enough."

"Most people would announce themselves, you creep," you chuckle as you lower your music.

"I tried when I got home and all I heard was music blasting so I followed it. Then I saw you singing your heart out so I let you finish." He pushes himself off the doorframe and starts walking over to you. “You were really in the zone.”

"You mean screeching like a hyena?" you laugh.

"Whatever you wanna call it, you were enjoying yourself so I didn't want to ruin the moment. You're just so darn adorable and sexy when you're in your happy place," he adds.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" You eye him suspiciously.

"Not much," he scrunches his nose. "A few whiskeys maybe. But I come home to freshly baked brownies waiting for me in the kitchen and then my wife naked and wet, listening to baby making music? It's like you purposely planned this whole thing out for me to find," Will says while toeing his sneakers off.

"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything." He puts his hands up in defense.

"You did not eat the brownies before me!" you gasp, sitting up straight. Although, you're not surprised. Your husband can't resist anything with chocolate in it. It's one of his guilty pleasures.

"I only had a tiny piece." Will pinches his thumb and forefinger together, squinting an eye, before pulling his polo shirt over his head.

"Left just enough for you," he winks.

"Babe, what are you doing?" you laugh as you watch him undress.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Will asks as he's unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, then pushing his bottoms down until he’s wearing nothing but a smile.

"What happened? Did you guys get into another contest on who can pick someone up? Did a pretty girl get you all riled up?" you joke.

"Nah uh," Will says, shaking his head as he climbs into the tub, making the water slosh around and overflow when he sinks in.

"This… “

You feel him grabbing your hand underneath the water and then guiding it to his erection. Your jaw drops and you giggle.

“…is all you."

"William! What if Lucy comes home and catches us?"

"We'll just tell her we're having mommy and daddy time," Will replies as he starts on your neck.

"Let's not traumatize our daughter," you laugh but a moan slips out when you feel his soft tongue caressing a sensitive spot.

"How are the guys doing by the way?" you ask as his mouth continues its assault on you.

"Can we not talk about the guys while I'm trying to make love to you?" he responds as he settles his body in between your legs.

"Is that what you're calling you sucking on my neck? Making love to me?" you giggle. "Also, we are not having sex in here. The water is gross. I've been soaking for the last thirty minutes in this sparkly shit."

"Yeah, it's actually pretty slippery in here," Will agrees. "Let's take this into the bedroom before we prune up."

He lays a deep passionate kiss on you. You smirk when you taste a bit of whiskey and chocolate on his lip. When he finally pulls back, he gets out of the tub to help dry both of you and takes your hand to lead you into the bedroom.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #will ironhead miller #william ironhead miller #will miller #will ironhead miller x reader #will ironhead miller x f!reader #triple frontier #dad!will #dad!will miller

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harringtonstilinski · 1 year

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Christmas Missions - Mitch Rapp

Author: @stilinskiparker Characters: Mitch Rapp x Reader Word Count: 746 Warnings: fluff, tw: flashing gif Tropes/AU’s: no tropes or au’s! Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes,! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend! A/N: Hi, friends! If you like this fic, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Whoever the fuck decided to fuck things up during Christmas time can not so kindly fuck themselves. I mean, seriously! You’ve got to be fucked up to wanna fuck someone else’s Christmas up.

Mitch and I are in Miami on a mission to capture a drug lord down here. We’d been here for a few weeks, trying to locate him while talking to his customers to get his location. Once we found him, we tried to “arrest” him, but drastic measures had to be taken.

Packed up and ready to leave the Jacksonville International Airport on our flight back to Virginia when an announcement came over the PA saying that all flights to Virginia have been canceled for the rest of the day and into the night due to the snow.

After we left the airport, we found a hotel to stay in for the night.

“Here comes Santa Claus, Here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus lane,” I sang. Mitch looked at me like I was crazy as my eyes met his. “What?”

“You’re crazy,” he said.

“Crazy for loving Christmas?”

He nodded his head.

“Well, lucky for you, I went and bought decorations and a few other things while we’re stuck in this room for the next 24 hours.” I placed a bag down on the bed, taking off my jacket. Going through the bag, I started singing the song again - well, more like humming it to myself.

I started decorating the room, hearing the rustle of the bag behind me, smiling a little to myself. Seeing Mitch at the glass door in the corner of my eye, I watched as he placed those stick on decorations to it.

We spent the next few minutes decorating our room before I decided to ask him, “When’s the last time you celebrated Christmas?”

His shoulders slumped a little before he looked me in the eyes, giving his answer, “Before Katrina died.”

I knew about Katrina. I watched the news about the beach attack and read all the articles on it. I felt so bad, but I also wanted to keep stuff like that from happening again… so I joined the CIA.

I looked down as I messed with the decoration in my hand for a moment before I whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Did you get anything else at the store?”

Thinking face on, I turned around and looked through the grocery bags, finding a box of hot chocolate mix that I forgot about. “I did!” I showed him the blue box with snowy mountains on it. “Want some?”

Mitch nodded his head, a hint of a smile in his eyes. He grabbed the box from me, heading to the single serve coffee machine on the counter. After he filled the styrofoam cup with water, he put it in the back of the machine before putting the cup under the machine where the water comes out.

Once both cups had water in them, he grabbed the plastic spoons that I also bought and put them into the cups before grabbing the packets of hot chocolate. At the same time, we poured the powdered mix into our cups, a smile spread across my face.

A few minutes later, I decided to give Mitch something. Reaching into my bag, I grabbed his gift and handed it to him. “Here,” I said. “For you.”

He opened it, finding a new black Henley and a razor kit. He looked at me, confused, so I went ahead and answered his question.

“The Henley is to replace the one that got all ripped to hell during the mission, and the razor kit is to help keep that facial hair in check.”

He looked back down at it and whispered, “You didn’t have to.” Looking back up at me, he said, “I didn’t get you anything.”

I waved him off, telling him it was no big deal. I really didn’t want anything, anyway. Well, there was one thing I wanted; to see my family, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

Mitch and I spent the rest of the night watching whatever Christmas movie was on TV while drinking our hot chocolates. I don’t even know when I fell asleep!

But what I do know is, when I woke up, there was a message from Mitch on the nightstand, saying, “Went to get some coffee from your favorite coffee place. Thanks for making this the best Christmas mission ever.”

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Posted on December 17, 2022

#mitch rapp x reader #mitch x reader #mitch rapp x reader insert #mitch x reader insert #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x reader insert

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solar-halos · 5 months

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december prompts #9 fuzzy socks<3

omg thank you for this prompt it was soso fun <3. since i got a lil carried away the odesta fluff will commence under the cut!! :D

established relationship, artsy annie cresta

It hardly ever snows in District 4, which is majorly fucked up.

Annie loves the snow. She doesn’t remember much about her Victory Tour, ‘cause the Capitol kept her so doped up all the time, but she does remember that she got to play in it a few times.

It was so deep that Annie had to wear special clothes, delighting in the way the pillowy ground swallowed her heavy boots in the strangest rendition of shaved ice she’s ever seen. Mags stood guard to make sure that Annie didn’t eat shit. She even knitted her a scarf to place around the snowman the Capitol escort taught her how to make.

District 4 doesn’t have any snowmen, but it sure does have a lot of shaved ice. Pineapple syrup drips from Annie’s chin and sizzles onto the pavement.

Johanna was so lucky. She’s been swaddled in sweaters and chugging hot chocolate since October. District 4 always seems to miss the memo, but Annie has to admit it’s pretty wicked that she and her boyfriend can still go on romantic night swims during what’s usually the dead of winter for most districts.

She shifts a bit in her flowy dress so she can sit closer to Finnick. They couldn’t venture far from his house before the entire district started getting all fucking nosey, so she’s completely content to press her freezing cold lips to his cheek from the safety of his porch.

He melts in relief, a testament to how blazing hot it is. He asks her to do it again.

She obliges. She peppers his face with kisses until he’s as sticky as the syrup baked onto her wrists. Which would probably sound a little gross if he wasn’t her soulmate and she wasn’t his.

They have little ways of protesting nasty heatwaves, though. They barricade themselves inside, air conditioning on full blast (they’re victors—they can afford to get a little frivolous), and Finnick makes all these tasty soups. Annie knits blankets and sweaters and cardigans with Mags until they’re buried under scrap pieces of yarn. They’re cozy, even if the sun streaming through their curtains would say otherwise.

She sends most of the pieces to Johanna. Johanna expresses her gratitude in the form of a letter, a bundle of fuzzy socks attached.

They’re almost as soft as snow. Finnick slips the pair with colorful mushrooms decorating the fabric onto her feet, claiming the ones with maple leaves for himself.

They scramble to their feet to show Mags their new look, sock-clad feet slipping against the tiled floor, and then promptly eat shit.

Turns out fuzzy socks were just as slippery as snow, too. Good to know. The gears in her brain start to turn when she’s reading Johanna’s newest letter, complete with a picture of ice skates and a frozen lake.

“We should go ice skating!”

Finnick doesn’t even question it, because of course he doesn’t. They’re one and the same, unlike the snowflakes they hang from the ceiling using construction paper and glitter glue, because Annie heard somewhere that all snowflakes are unique. They blast the AC so the paper doesn’t wilt, and once Finnick’s nose gets pink from the cold and Annie can feel a chill bite at her cheeks, they rifle through their winter clothes.

Annie slips on a scarf, Finnick pulls a sweater over his head, and then they spritz an extra tall swirl of whipped cream over their mugs of hot chocolate. Annie even garnishes it with some crushed up peppermint candy she bought the other day.

And then comes the best part: clearing out the stuff in the kitchen until it’s bare and completely skate-able.

They race from one end of the kitchen to the other, pushing off the wall and holding their arms out for balance as their socks glide against the tile. (Annie wins). They have a spinning contest. (Finnick wins.) They dance the afternoon away. (It was a team effort.)

Finnick doesn’t even need to grab onto her waist to twirl her around. All he really has to do is hold her hand and run around in circles like a tetherball, fingers clasped around hers in the warmest version of a hug Annie’s ever received. She giggles as a cool front whips against her scarf. They must be under a vent.

He dips her, holding her against him extra securely. She grins, so dizzy that she sees three of him.

That’s okay. She kisses him three extra times to make up for it, the gesture warming her all the way down to her sock-footed toes.

(^ live footage of johanna and annie and the gang ice skating together)

#beep beep #<3 #odesta #annie cresta #i wrote this after i finished writing a paper i’ve been procrastinating on for weeks btw #like the only reason i finished it b4 11:58 (it is due tn by 11:59) was bc i wanted to write odesta fluff #usually reward system shit doesn’t work on my brain bc duh why not just get reward now but i knew i wouldn’t be able to focus on this lol #would anyone like to read my ten pg paper on alternatives to incarceration + sentencing reform #i know i don’t #anyway SORRY let me stop yapping like i did not need to say all that..#but i’m so glad that paper is done! like finally #happy holidays #tis the season

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crispinablr · 1 year

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My hero

I see everything happen while my body slowly falls into the depths of the lake, it feels so warm, so calm that I don't want to break this moment. My body feels cradled by the water as if invisible hands were directing me to my destination, the bottom, with the little energy I have I try to keep my eyes open. I only see the sky and in the distance I think I hear a small voice calling me, I frown as I accidentally let out a sigh which turns into a small group of bubbles. I start to see blurry and I feel how my oxygen is running out little by little and without being able to do anything I let myself go, after a few moments I feel an impact in the water and how someone or something swims towards me in a hurry, a hand with claws hold me by the head while another puts a mask on my face which begins to fill my lungs with oxygen.

Before fainting from exhaustion I hear a few soft words:

-Please, stay with me, I need you…

I don't know how long I was unconscious, but I feel like I'm gradually recovering my senses, the soft brush of the wind against my face, but I felt like I was being held by some protective arms hold my weak body which was covered by a huge towel, those arms held me as if it were the most precious thing in the world. I open my eyes slowly and hear some weak voices talking animatedly while my rescuer squeezes me closer to his body resting his head on top of mine. I slowly tilt my head up to see the person who had rescued me, and finally I saw him, Kent, his wavy hair stuck to his face due to the water, his eyes closed with a face of relief. The rest of our friends were surrounding us, but far enough away to not harass me, they were hugging each other or just making relieved faces.

-We feared the worst, Bianca, Divina and Yoko told us that you had gone to get some fresh air because you were feeling bad but when we saw that you weren't coming back we were worried a lot, what happened? Enid asks super worried while she was hugged by Ajax.

-I felt dizzy, maybe it gave me a downturn or having gone so much from one to the other must have left me somewhat dazed, I went to the lake to get some fresh air and when I realized I was falling into the lake, my body without any energy. - I get up a little until I sit while leaning on Kent's chest. - I'm sorry I worried you so much, I should have asked to be taken back to Nevermore, sure this wouldn't have happened.

-The important thing is that you're okay now, there's no use regretting the past - says Bianca with a small smile.

-That's right! What do you think if we order hot chocolate to take away and enjoy it in the bedrooms? - Divina proposed hugging Yoko from the side

Everyone agreed even Wednesday, because of Enid and her begging him to come over, we bought our cups of chocolate and headed back to Nevermore.

Kent and I sneaked off to my room while the rest of the group was busy chatting among themselves animatedly. I almost feared we'd get caught as both Kent and I were holding back our laughter, looking like two kids about to pull a trick on their parents without them knowing. We run to my room, luckily my roommate was with his parents on a trip due to the family business with whom I almost always had the room to myself, we quickly entered before any supervisor could see us and quickly sat down on my bed holding our warm glasses full of chocolate close to us, we nearly fell on our backs, so we gaped at each other in shock and burst out laughing. The rest of the night we spent cuddling, drinking chocolate and telling stories from when we were little, maybe our group outing was not idyllic, but I'm glad it ended on the right foot together with the person I like.

#kent x reader #kent fisher #kent fluff #kent wednesday x reader #kent wednesday #kent fisher x reader #kent the siren x reader #kent the siren #fanfic

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the-tripping-and-the-touching · 1 year

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Landslide (series)

Part Two

Pairing: Josh x reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: You've lost something in a hiking accident... are you prepared for it to come back?

Warnings: flirting, callbacks to injury, secrets, feelings

MASTERPOST

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Waking up the next morning was anything but easy. With the sun in your eyes your room felt more unfamiliar than ever, the soft colors blending into each other. Every element of the space was recognizable separately, and the dissonance between what you could recall regarding each piece and how they stood now was disconcerting enough to start a spiral in your thoughts. Just as you found yourself sinking into all the hypotheticals about never fully regaining your memories, the clanging of pans snapped you back to reality, an invitation to go check on whatever Josh was doing in the kitchen.

He was whisking a batter together as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and whispered, “Good morning Josh.” The smell of coffee pulled you away from him and invoked a new memory: It was three weeks into your residence of the house, and Josh was making another attempt with the brand new French press that he decided to spend half a paycheck on. He’d become an expert on the entire process, but could never quite get the pressing part right. This time around, you sat on the kitchen counter watching him as he began the final step.

Slowly, he pushed down, but even to you it seemed like it was taking a bit too much effort. Just as you prepared to ask if it was supposed to be that difficult, the entire contraption split in half, spraying coffee grounds and hot water onto your thigh and pajama shorts. Before you could even make a move, Josh was swiping the whole mess into the sink and pressing a tea towel to your leg. You sat with your mouth parted in shock as he pressed his hands firmly onto you, his fingers brushing the bottom of your shorts. Even now you could feel the warmth of the blush that had spread across your cheeks as you returned back to the present.

You found that Josh had gained a similar rosiness in his cheeks due to the hug you had given him as you poured a cup of coffee (from the instant machine that you had bought promptly after throwing your shorts in the wash those two years ago). The dark circles he was sporting yesterday seemed to be fighting to make themselves a permanent fixture among his other features, pairing themselves with the newfound heaviness of his deep eyes. “What’s in this?” you prompted after taking a sip and noticing a richer taste than usual. He looked bashful as the answer found its way from his mind, his fingers wrapping around the lip of the counter once he turned to face you. The beginning of a long scar towards the front of his right bicep caught your eye before his voice brought your attention back to the conversation at hand.

“Well I did some reading last night, and I found out that dark chocolate and coffee are good for your memory,” he explained as he held up a pan that was now full, “as well as blueberries. Hence the pancakes.” A shy smile found its way across his lips. It was one of your favorites because of how soft it always made him look.

“That’s really sweet Josh.” He’d always taken care of you, but the consistency never stopped you from falling for him a little more each time he did. Yet as soon as you saw how red his face was getting you knew how fun it would be to push the boundaries of the morning’s pleasantness. “So we have blueberries for breakfast… what are we going to do about love in the afternoon?” You looked at him through your lashes as you sipped your coffee.

He had to clear his throat before answering due to the breath that caught in it. You watched as he mulled over the options for answers, his cheeks pink in the morning sun that drifted through your curtained windows and a smirk forming once he decided on one. “Unfortunately not applicable, since we aren’t under the August moon. But if you want me that bad you could just ask instead of making references to The Mamas & The Papas.” The confidence in the second half of his answer was surprising. No retort formed in your mind, so you just scoffed at him before grabbing a plate and flipping some pancakes onto it, turning from him in order to hide the way you were blushing.

The two of you sat at your kitchen table to begin eating when the front door was hit with an excited barrage of knocks. You practically jumped from your seat, rushing to the door to greet your parents. They wrapped you up so tight there wasn’t an inch of room for air in your lungs, but you couldn’t complain. Even though you still couldn’t recall exact memories of them during your time in college, the feeling of missing your parents was one that not even major head trauma could erase, and getting to see them again was a kind of medicine no pharmacist could ever give you.

Josh wasn’t spared either, your mom pulling him in as soon as she heard him push his chair back from the table. It seemed like no one wanted to be the first to exit the strangely shaped group hug, so you decided to take the responsibility, detaching yourself from your parents and ducking under Josh’s arm.

You settled around the table, the older couple declining offers of pancakes and coffee while you and Josh ate. They regaled you with tales of the vacations you’d taken to see them during your time in college, each of which actually brought back pieces of time to your mind. Despite the lively conversation, Josh seemed preoccupied, messing with his fingers and chewing on his cheeks until he took your plate from you and started on the dishes.

“I know school starts up in just a little over a month, but we’d love to have you back home until then,” your mom offered out of the blue, making Josh pause his current task. “You have a lovely little home here, but if you want to just take the time off of work and make recovering with us your full time job, your old room is always open.” You faltered for a moment before beginning to decline, an action that caused Josh to suddenly wipe his hands dry and go straight to the back half of the house. Assuming he was just going to his room to give you some privacy with your family, you kept on with the conversation. After explaining that you’d really prefer to stay in the place you’ve made home, the discussion shifted around from topic to topic, eventually landing on you borrowing your mom’s sweater and accidentally bringing it up to Oregon with you.

To your surprise, you were greeted with more than clothing when you went to your room to retrieve it for her. Josh was crouched in front of your dresser, going through your sock drawer with a strange focus. “Can I help you find something?” your shoulder hit the door frame as you leaned into it, arms crossed and brow knotted.

“Oh, uh, no I was just looking for a uh pair of my socks I thought you might’ve taken last laundry day but I guess they’re not here! Sorry for going through your, uh, your stuff but I didn’t want to interrupt you so I figured I would just uh,” he punctuated the sentence, if you could call the long string of words that, with a shrug. “Yeah. Sorry.”

He quickly left the room before you could confront him further, brushing against your shoulder with his before crossing the hall and shutting his door fully behind him. Unfortunately for him, you had enough of your memory back to know that that single action of isolation was unusual enough to warrant concern. You grabbed the sweater and returned to the kitchen table after deciding to just spend time with your parents before you inevitably made them go home without you.

They were saying their goodbyes when Josh finally reopened his door and came back out to the kitchen. “Just in time!” Your mom pulled him in for another hug before he could protest, followed by a pat on the shoulder from your dad. She then turned to you with a new look of genuine concern, “You promise you’re really recovering? You’re not just saying that to get us out of here?”

“I promise. Things are coming back to me, slowly but surely, y’know?” She gave you a sharp frown as her eyes swept across the stitches laid behind your ear, though they were barely visible from her vantage point.

“Well alright. Your dad and I will gather whatever we can find from around the house that might make you remember something. I think we can even swing express shipping just for you.” She let out a laugh, the sound of which was something you’d dearly missed. The second your drawn out goodbyes were over, Josh was back in his room with his door shut.

By the time it got dark he still hadn’t made an appearance, even after you’d shouted to him that dinner was ready an hour previous. You formulated a plan: you would barge in and stop him from whatever he was doing and make him admit what he was really doing rifling through your drawers. Then you’d make him come to the kitchen and eat something before telling him you’d move out if he kept ignoring you.

However, this spectacular plan was dashed when you opened his bedroom door. The scene before you wasn’t one that felt appropriate for the confrontation you had planned. Josh was laying square in the center of his bed, staring up blankly at his ceiling in complete reticence. When he made no move to acknowledge you, you entered his room and let the door fall shut as you made your way to him.

You’d always loved how cozy the space was, even with the way his mood contrasted it now. He never used the overhead light he was provided with, rather opting for string lights in different shapes and differing shades of orange and yellow around the walls. He’d chosen to lay plush pillows on his floor across from the worn couch along his wall rather than regular chairs, telling you they were more comfortable, really, he promised! Posters and art lined his walls, a small trophy case hung above the massive stereo system his siblings pitched in to buy him for a birthday years ago. The case housed two awards for his film work, but more prominently showcased his collection of little cologne bottles that he used for special occasions. The desk next to his bed had a few dishes on it, indicating that he had maybe actually eaten something since breakfast.

The focal point of this scene lay still in his silence, surrounded by the warm light. It wasn’t until you picked up his arm to move it and sat next to him with your legs crossed that he moved. He pulled himself up to match your pose, but refused to bring his gaze to your face, settling on the pattern of his comforter instead.

“You need to tell me what’s going on with you.” It wasn’t exactly fair, but you knew that using your concerned tone would make him say at least something to you. His eyes flicked up to meet yours and then went back down to rest on his hands while he thought of what to tell you.

“I’m just so fucking sorry that you have to go through this,” he finally said, his face twisted into a look of sadness that seemed so out of place you had no choice but to try and fix it. The way his lips seemed to be stuck in a downturned position recently felt so deeply wrong.

“You don’t have to apologize to me. Yeah, it’s a shitty deal but it’s not your fault that this happened to me. To us. There was no way we could’ve predicted this, if we were able to we never would’ve let it happen.” You went to reach for his hand but he pulled it away, crossing his arms over his chest and holding himself as his eyes watered, gleaming in the dim light.

“Except it is my fault. This entire fucking thing is my fault, and you’re the one that’s actually suffering the consequences. Because I did something stupid.” His head tilted up as he swallowed and let his fingers flex into the sides of his ribcage.

“What did you do?” Any hope of confrontation had now left you. This wasn’t about catching him in anything anymore, but rather about finding out why he felt so guilty.

“I’m the one that suggested Alsea. If we hadn’t gone there and I hadn’t said that stupid… joke you wouldn’t have gotten mad at me and we would never have been in that spot and you wouldn’t be having to retrieve memories that never should have left you in the first place and we would-” You pulled him into your arms before he could keep going. Just from the tone and speed with which he was talking you could tell that he wouldn’t be elaborating on the ‘joke’ he’d mentioned, or why he was going through your things. It seemed better to just leave it for another time when he wasn’t so close to falling apart.

“It’s not your fault Josh.” Your chin was tucked over his shoulder before he pulled back from you. The pain in his eyes was unbearable to the point that you had no clue how to even continue with what you were saying.

“Even if it isn’t, I can’t shake this feeling that I’ve just ruined us. Like there’s no way we can go back to how we were before that stupid landslide.” Finding words when he got like this was harder than anything else. It was rare, you’d only seen it a handful of times throughout the entirety of your friendship. The way he struggled to separate his sentences and repeated words was unnatural for him, a boy usually so thoughtful with his large vocabulary.

“Josh,” you laid a hand on his shoulder, just to keep contact with him. “I can’t imagine a single thing you would do that could ruin us. You’ll always be my best friend. No landslide could change that.” Strangely, your words of assurance gave him an uneasy look that you couldn’t quite decipher. Before he could protest, you pulled him in again, feeling the warmth of his cheek as it pressed against your own.

He finally unraveled his arms and held you as he nuzzled into your hair. You listened as his breathing evened out and began to mirror yours, leaning your heads together. The clock on his wall next to your head ticked quietly as you settled into each other for a few minutes.

Silence with Josh was always comfortable and, despite the day’s turmoil, it remained that way now. He’d always made you so relaxed, which was part of the reason his recent behavior had been so disturbing to you. It was unnerving and put you on a slight edge when you were around him. But you tried not to think about that as his chest pressed into yours and his hair tickled against your ear as the tiny movements of breath swayed the two of you.

It wasn’t until the air began to feel heavy that you separated, but even then it was hard to think about leaving the warm atmosphere that had been created in favor of your empty bed. You began to ask if he would mind you staying when he also started to say something.

“Oh, sorry you go ahead,” he offered.

“No, no, you go,” you quickly returned. You had a feeling that you knew exactly what he was going to ask, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to hear it come straight from his mouth.

“Would you want to stay in here?” He looked sheepish again, as if you hadn’t been sharing beds with him for years. It was especially a given on vacations, even when you went with your families. You and Josh were always given your own room, or at the very least your own bed. Being inseparable like the two of you were guaranteed that kind of scenario. It was, in part at least, due to the assumptions by your parents that the two of you would never actually get together, despite their constant joking regarding that matter.

“I would love to,” you responded with a warm smile, watching him find his way back to relaxation. You moved to sit on his right pillow while he pulled his comforter back, then crawled beneath it in unison with him. A moment’s silence passed as the both of you settled on your sides to face each other. “So, tell me about this film studio I found for us.”

He suddenly beamed as he began to describe every little detail to you. He told you first about how they were currently working on a short film about a girl who receives an inheritance from a father she never knew and goes on a journey to learn more about a life she didn’t have the chance to live. It seemed compelling enough, but you were more interested in watching how his facial expressions gave away his thoughts about what he was describing. He then moved on to describing the studio space to you, moving quickly through his favorite and least favorite equipment and how he could never be patient enough when waiting for set design to switch out pieces during a shoot.

The way he took extra care in mapping out the art studio that you supposedly worked in made you feel fuzzy as sleep began to threaten the conversation. You noticed that he began to blink slower as he moved to talking about the break room and parking lot, and before too long you were watching him fall asleep as you faded in and out of consciousness next to him.

#josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka x reader #gvf fic #josh kiszka #landslide fic

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malboraslihan · 1 year

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to whom it may concern,

i’m not sure if you remember me, but i certainly remember all of you. i know it’s years ago now, but you used to spend every winter break here. some of you learned to ski before you even learned to walk, others were always throwing snowballs at my window while i was in the lodge’s office — you were a troublemaking bunch, to say the least.

speaking of troubling, i bet you’re wondering why i’m writing this letter. i’ve recently gotten news that a company has bought all of your families’ chalets, with plans to demolish them and turn them into a ski resort here on aspen highlands mountain. some of you may already know this, but it may come as a shock to those of you that didn’t.

i know it’s been ten years since you were all last here, but i recall that aspen highlands is full of so many memories for each of you. i would hate to watch the chalets you frequented every winter simply get torn down without inviting you all back here one last time.

what do you say? one last winter season spent at each of your families’ chalets? it’ll be just like old times, you’ll all have the chance to reconnect, and i’ll get to see how you kids have all grown up. your chalets are here waiting for you, just say the word.

warmest of regards,

lester the lodge manager

PLOT: from business deals and money making, a friendship was born. and when new york city became too much and they needed a day off, aspen highlands was the perfect getaway vacation to take your family on. for fifteen winters, the friends would reunite after christmas and spend some time together within the quiet and private walls of their chalets. while the kids would be out playing together, bothering the staff and getting high on hot chocolate, the adults occupied the bar and the sauna for nights and days. there’s no way of knowing how many multi million dollar deals were sealed and signed behind those doors, but there’s one everyone hears about.

on march 11, 2013 the cover of new york times carried those friend’s names for the worst possible reason. a scandal that costed which of them millions, bringing some to a complete bankruptcy and giving others a few sleepless nights to burden. to this day no one knows who leaked information, who was to blame for the missing documents and after none of them agreed to say a word, the story died down after a few months. silence following their story now, the winters spent on those lodges never spoken about and the chalets left to gather dust.

the kids that were once attached to bone saw themselves moving schools, houses and some even states to make sure the group was no longer a unit. life carried on, the memories from the lodge were now whispered instead of told happily on the dinner table, most thought they would never set foot on those grounds again. until now.

TL;DR: rich kids whose parents were attached to the bones and would always take them to aspen during the winter, they’ve grown together and after fifteen years, there was an issue with a business deal they were all involved in and the friends drifted apart completely. swearing to never speak again, they made sure to separate their children as well, or at least try. ten years after their last winter on those chalets a secret company has managed to buy all their chalets and is turning them into a ski resort. the manager that watched over the chalets has sent out a letter inviting the group for one last winter before it all goes to dust.

GUIDELINES

1. your usual rp etiquette: no god modding, try to interact and plot with everyone. please, no ooc drama and if there’s any issues contact me or leesh privately so we can handle it directly.

2. muns and fcs must be over 21, the age range for muses is 24-27.. no problematic fcs, the usual banned: no dead fcs, minors, people who have stated before they don’t want to be used in rps, all that jazz. i also reserve the right to deny any fc that makes me or anyone else uncomfortable.

3. please don’t join if you’re not planning on being active. i understand school, college, work and all that can get in the way and that this is only a hobby but in order for a group to work people must be present at least once or twice in the day or a few hours a week.

4. this won’t be first come first serve, each mun can apply for TWO MUSES.

APPLICATION

( faceclaim, age, gender, pronouns ) is that FIRST LAST NAME? i definitely didn't expect to see them again here. i heard they're a/an OCCUPATION now and are known for 3 AESTHETICS. a lot can change in ten years but it was just yesterday that they loved FAVORITE WINTER ACTIVITY. do you think they remember when BEST MEMORY FROM WINTERS SPENT AT THE LODGES? i hope so. ( alias, url, tmz, age )

ex. ( harry styles, 67, cis male, he/him ) is that MICHAEL MYERS? i definitely didn't expect to see them again here. i heard they're a WAITER now and are known for HIDING HIS FACE BEHIND A MASK, HAVING A CREEPY SONG PLAY WHENEVER THEY’RE AROUND AND NAMING HIS FAVORITE KNIFE. a lot can change in ten years but it was just yesterday that they loved THROWING HOT CHOCOLATE ON HIS FRIENDS. do you think they remember when HE LOCKED EVERYONE INSIDE THE DINNER ROOM FOR HOURS? i hope so. ( pennywise, clownstats, est, 21+ )

TAKEN FCS

alexa tiziani (fleur)

amelie zilber (jules)

bridget satterlee, cody christian (barbie)

cindy kimberly, hugh laughton scott (kat)

dua lipa (kenny)

jade distinguin, michael yerger (leesh)

jay gould, mishti rahman (bela)

jessica clements, ryan manick (ron)

#hi friends <3 #leesh and i have been cooking up something and finally it lives #discord rp #idk what to tag this but hello i guess

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brighteststar707 · 1 year

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Mistletoe

Day one of @jaeheeweek22 ‘s event!

All that my heart longs for, fulfill

There aren’t words to describe the joy you have found in this new life working alongside Jaehee. Being able to build something new with her has proven to be incredibly fulfilling to both of you. You watch her mood and behaviours change over the months you work together, as she grows comfortable enough to show you her excitable easygoing side. It’s not a surprise to you how hardworking she is, and every day she impresses you with her dedication to this new project. You even found yourself looking forward to late night study sessions with her.

The café has been open for a few months now, and you’ve both been looking forward to the winter season. It’s going to be busier than usual, and it’s a chance to draw in more customers than any other time of year. You’ve spent a lot of time together in her kitchen, testing out (and mostly tasting) new seasonal recipes, flavouring new syrups for coffees and finalizing the winter menu.

Since she was so busy with preparing the baked goods, you took it upon yourself to decorate the café. You bought green leafy garlands to hang across the corners of the room and even repurposed some old decorations you had lying around at home. As a finishing touch, you brought out a surprise decoration. While out shopping, you came across some mistletoe, and it set off an idea in your head that made your heart race.

When the other members asked you, either directly (Seven) or through roundabout means, you were never sure how to answer the question about yours and Jaehee’s relationship. The easy answer, and the one that you mostly give, is that you’re friends and business partners. However, that never feels like enough. You definitely consider her one of your best and closest friends, someone who you trust and frequently rely upon. However, the way your heart races when you make her laugh or the way she makes you feel all fluttery when you see her doesn’t feel like friendship.

You hold hands when you’re walking somewhere by yourselves. She has lost some of her usual composure around you, sometimes even being caught off guard and losing her train of thought. She has started kissing your cheek in greeting. You snuggle during musical marathons.

Perhaps you started as friends, but now there’s no denying that it has grown into something more. The only problem is that you’re not sure how to move on from here.

You’re humming Christmas carols to yourself as you hang up the mistletoe. All these preparations have made you feel more festive than usual, and you’re a ball of anxious energy as you imagine all the scenarios in which you and Jaehee could end up under the mistletoe together.

You finish up the preparations just in time for the Christmas season to begin. Peppermint cappuccinos, thick and warm hot chocolate, special festive latte art, and of course, your decorations are a big hit with your customers. The warm and cosy atmosphere draws them in and your tables are full from opening till closing.

Even your mistletoe is a hit. You’ve spotted more than one couple sharing a kiss in the corner of the room, giggling to themselves. You’re happy that you could have a hand in helping others create romantic memories together, but you haven’t been as lucky.

Jaehee and you work from morning to night serving, cleaning, and baking. You return home exhausted only to do it again the next day. The cafe is never quiet enough for you to have a moment to yourselves, and every day you go home dejected and you fall asleep to flowery scenes where you somehow end up under the mistletoe together.

***

It was a late night at the cafe and you were both cleaning up, anxious to get home and go to bed. Tomorrow, the cafe would be closed and you’d get a chance to sleep in. You were on opposite ends of the room both working towards the middle, both singing along to the closing playlist you had curated.

You’re facing away from her as you wipe down the last table. You can hear her humming, but are so caught up in daydreams of finally reaching your bed that you don’t notice how close she is. Neither does she, apparently, because she sweeps herself right to you. You bump into each other, then turn around to face each other in surprise. You stifle giggles behind your hand, half-delirious with exhaustion, half thrilled to have her this close to you.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” she says, bewildered by your reaction.

“It’s okay, you just surprised me,” you reply. “Anyway, I’m all done here. Shall I start closing up?” You make a move to go to the kitchen, but her hand shoots out to hold you in place, broom forgotten.

“Wait.”

She says it with a strange tone you have never heard from her, and it surprises you more than her bumping into you. You take a look at her face again, and she’s wearing an expression you’ve never seen before. She looks almost... shy? She’s blushing furiously, and she opens her mouth to say something, but she remains silent. Instead, she points up at something over your heads.

Oh. You’re standing underneath the mistletoe. You were so distracted that you didn’t even notice.

Your heart starts pounding so hard you’re sure she can hear it. She’s still holding you in place with one hand on your arm, and the warmth from the contact is spreading all across your body. This is your moment, the one you’ve been waiting for since you decorated a few weeks ago.

She finally finds her voice, and asks, “Do you....?”

“Well, it’s tradition after all,” you reply softly, and you can’t help the smile that forms on your face.

You lean towards each other, and your lips meet in the middle. The first kiss is soft, soft lips exploring. Even so, it takes your breath away. She smells like coffee and vanilla, and her mouth on yours feels so unbelievably right. You only pull away for a second to catch your breath before going in for a second, deeper kiss. All the feelings that have been building up inside of you for the past few months all bubble to the surface and you feel electric. You slip your arm around her waist to pull her closer to you, and she wraps her arms around your neck.

You’re not sure how long you spend under the mistletoe, it could be minutes or hours, but when you finally break apart, you feel like the ground under your feet has shifted. You and Jaehee both stare at each other, taking in the look of your blushing faces and wide smiles. You don’t want to let go of each other, so you stay wrapped up in each other.

Everything changes after that night, but really nothing changes at all. This is the way it was always meant to be, you think. You hold hands on the way to work, and she kisses you in greeting (and in passing, and when you’re busy, and when you find a quiet moment). You snuggle together at night and she smiles a special smile just for you when your eyes meet at work.

You thought the joy you felt when starting this project with her was overwhelming, but this new step together has only made everything better. You feel fulfilled in a way you didn’t realise you had been aching for since you met her.

#did jaehee mastermind her way to that mistletoe because she has been waiting for the perfect moment to make a move?#👀 👀 👀#well #that's a secret i'll never tell #mystic messenger #mystic messenger jaehee #mystic messenger jaehee kang #mysme jaehee kang #jaehee kang #(the answer is yes btw)#jhw01 #jaeheeweek22 #my writing

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dragon-kazansky · 1 year

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Domestic life

Ice x Dragon

The Chaos Squad

Just a little insight into the life of Dragon and Ice.

♡♡♡

After that first date, Ice and Dragon kept on going out.

It became the norm to see them together.

Slider and Dragon got on really well, and with Whiskey in the mix, everyone just got on great.

Ice always imvited Dragon out anywhere he went.

She was also spending a lot of night at Ice's place.

Even after the academy, they made as much time for each other as possible.

Despite being based across the country to each other, they always found a way to stay in contact and meet each other when possible.

Ice swore he wouldn't let the distance take this away from him.

Eventually luck would be on their side and they would find themselves stationed together.

That's when they took a leap in their relationship.

Ice asked Dragon to move in with him.

He didn't want to be apart from her any longer than necessary again.

She agreed.

Dragon was living with Ice before the month was out.

The romance never died.

Ice would spoil Dragon as much as he could.

In return, Dragon spoiled him back.

Out of the blue, for no reason what so ever, Dragon bought him a present.

A gold pen.

Ice asked why she had given him this.

"I saw it and I thought of you."

Ice swears he couldn't possibly have fallen more in love with her than right then.

Any opportunity to kiss, they take it.

In the morning.

Before they leave the house.

When they come back.

At night.

At night 😉

Sometimes in the morning 😉😉

Ice won't go a day without telling Dragon 'I love you.'

It makes her heart soar.

It's like a tradition.

Cooking alternates between them.

Both share the chores.

Ice is very neat and tidy, and is happy to do most of the cleaning.

Though Dragon always helps.

Dragon always take it upon herself to make sure his uniform is ready for him.

Often before she is deployed for a mission, she'll leave Ice notes in the house.

Mostly found in his office as he works a lot from home when she's gone.

They always make him smile.

When he's deployed and she isn't, he leaves notes on her bedside table, or in her favourite books, knowing she gets a lot of reading done when he's gone.

Ice puts a lot of effort into his hair.

Dragon makes sure he always has enough product for it.

He appreciates that.

Ice in return makes sure there's plenty of tea and hot chocolate in the house.

Dragon always has a warm drink before bed.

Often he will make it for her and bring it to her after a deployment.

Ice always wakes up with an arm around her.

Not waking up like that feels wrong.

Dragon likes to turn over and cuddle with him as she wakes.

Ice will kiss her forehead softly.

On those lazy Sunday's, neither of them will get up until much later.

At which point they'll eat and decide what kind of day they'll have.

Ice will either take Dragon our or they'll stay home and doe chores or spend some time together.

Dragon likes watching movies with him.

She uses as an excuse to put her head on his lap and relax.

Sometimes she'll curl up and read while Ice watches something.

Sometimes Slider and Whiskey will come over to spend some time with them.

There are times when they fly together.

Dragon understands her skills are not quite as good as Ice's, but he insists there is no one he would rather fly with.

Slider stands by that too.

When flying together, the relationship side is put to the side.

Both are professional pilots.

They work hard together.

When they land again, they smile and hug.

They're a well made team.

When Ice and Slider are put forward to Top Gun, Ice argues he will only go if Dragon goes too.

Dragon tries to argue she isn't Top Gun material, but that's her self doubt.

Ice knows what he sees when she's up in the air.

Ice argues with his superior for a while.

Eventually it ends with Dragon being sent to Top Gun too.

Dragon scolds Ice for that.

But he just smiles back at her.

"I'm not going anywhere without my girl."

Dragon smiles at that.

It doesn't surprise their friends that in less than a year they're engaged.

Even less of a surprise when they're married within months.

Ice knows he wants to spend his life with her, so why wait?

Dragon has never been happier.

It's Slider that starts the trend of calling them The Kazansky's.

It gets around and everyone starts referring to them as that.

Dragon likes the sound of it.

Rachael 'Dragon' Kazansky.

Ice likes it too.

It's because of Goose they met, so of course you know he's going to be there for her on her big day.

Mav congratulates Ice, but also low key threatens him if Dragon ever comes out of this hurt.

Ice swears that won't ever happen.

Maverick knows that.

When the day comes that The Chaos Squad comes to light, you could say a very large and unconventional family starts.

Dragon takes great pride in being someone the squad can come to for anything.

As an extension, Ice has everyone's back.

Especially when he becomes an Admiral.

Speaking of, when he becomes an Admiral, Dragon swears she has never been so proud.

She likes to gloat a little bit.

Ice just rolled his eyes and smiles.

Basically, you don't fuck with the Kazansky's and they won't fuck with you.

Dragon will fight.

And Ice will let her.

And remember Chaos Squad, if you need the Kazansky's, they'll be right there!

#ice x dragon #iceman x dragon #iceman #dragon #top gun #the chaos squad #the chaos squad fics #fluff

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unalivedblogger · 2 years

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The creeps during a baby shower

Trenderman has the best baby clothes in his gift bag hands down. Nobody could compare.

Splendormans gift was shirt that says "Mini me" in rainbow

Slenderman definitely is the mean aunt who wants everything perfect and expects nothing out of pocket to happen.

Tim/Masky definitely has stress on his back arranging everything and everyone to their seats and making sure everyone has served themselves.

Brian/Hoodie is keeping everyone away from the candy table until cake because sugar addiction is real in the building. Also in charge of making sure to take care of the host.

Toby is in charge of entertainment, music, and decorations. He's having a blast making people eat chocolate out of diapers.

The main competitive game is taking the glass pacifier if anyone crosses their arms or legs and says the word baby.

Sally and Lazari are having a blast enjoying everything. They gaslighted Toby in one of the games and made him lose. Their gift bags were onesies.

Lulu is the one who bought the sweets, balloons, and made the cake. Nobody takes her pacifier even if she loses. Her gift bag was a super soft blanket and a cute set of pacifiers.

Candycanes gift was a crib. She's talking with Lulu and eyeing everyone to cross their arms.

Ben is recording and laughing at everyone who loses. Was the first one to lose the moment he stepped in. His gift bag has a video game hoodie.

Eyeless Jack is only there for the food. His gift was a baby rattle and a binky.

Jeff took Ben's pacifier because he tends to cross his arms. In his gift bag he gave the baby a "I love hot moms" shirt. Definitely was forced to wear a diaper in one of the games because he brought alcohol.

Hobo heart is enjoying the moment genuinely. his gift bag was definitely shampoo and laundry detergent.

Helen is definitely painting in the corner as a gift also to avoid interaction.

X-virus has baby safe experiment toys in his gift bag. Was definitely scolded at.

Julius is definitely either starting shit or ending shit. The man cannot handle loud noises. His gift was a beautiful handmade baby dress.

Killian eventually covers Julius ears if he gets overstimulated with the amount of people or leave early but definitely take cake first. His gift was a baby shirt that says "I ❤️ boobs"

Jason and Candy came in together. The moment Poppy tasted something he liked the exact words he uttered next to Jason were "Oh yeah baby!" Jason did chase Poppy for the pacifier. Everyone was laughing at his comment.

Jason's gift was a beautiful teddy bear.

Candy's gift was a beautiful jester pajama and cotton cards.

Vine is with with papa grande just aurguing over how papa crossed his arms and he refuses to admit he did.

Nathan is standing drinking his beverage hand on hip with Ciara talking while vine and papa didn't notice that Nathan took both of their pacifiers. He gave one to Ciara. Otp moment.

The chess master is annoyed with Candypops yelling. His gift was a beautiful checkered soft pillow.

Janes gift was a stroller. Mary is definitely having baby fever. They're in the back somewhere talking with Judge angels.

Judge angels is definitely the one who was in charge of the place being reserved. Her gift was formula.

Sadie was definitely also checking on the host and made announcements for the dancing later that night.

Lost silvers gift was diapers and wipes. He's laughing at Toby and Jeff aurguing.

Bob and the Rake are on trash duty when the party is over. They're enjoying themselves.

Grinny cat is judging everyone.

Smile dog is being fed under the tables.

Sam is definitely only there for cake.

Nurse Ann is having the time of her life watching everything unfold. She's the one who brought the amazing drinks.

Zero is yelling at Jeff at some point when he crosses his legs.

Other zero is with zero and she's enjoying herself.

Clockwork is with Mary and Jane talking about baby fever and momma life.

Puppeteer is trying to avoid the commotion table but eventually gets into the drama.

Skully is with unknown making sure the gift table isn't overfilled.

Kate is with Chris the Revenant eating and brought bibs for the gift.

Third base is definitely laughing at Tobys games

Zalgo wasn't invited.

The X didn't go but left his gift of baby utensils.

The cat hunter brought baby bottles as his gift and is with the puppeteer.

April did not disappoint with the gift being a baby strap carrier. She's snatched canes pacifier and it went down.

Vergo is judging people silently with Grinny cat.

Zachary is waiting for the sweets table to be opened.

Wilson the Basher is with Zachary but eyeing the games.

Laughing Jack was questioned to even be invited. He showed up regardless to upset some and have a time laughing at Jeff.

Will Grossman left the moment Jack walked in.

Lyet is with April exchanging candies.

Nick Vanill is in charge of handing host the gifts to open and put away.

Ani the nights gift was a beautiful white onesie that keeps the baby warm.

Dancing ends up with someone tall falling, helium being used, candy being in everyones personal space, and Toby accidentally playing "Get low" and everyone loses their shit. End of the story.

#creepypasta headcanon #ciara heloise

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