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SANTA DOESN’T KNOW YOU LIKE I DO ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ MSC47

pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader ( she/her )

summary: Mick and you have been best friends for years, been through the good and bad, but feelings change and thoughts spiral. Will this holiday time make both of you realize that you could be the one?

warnings/info: fluff, best friends to lovers, miscommunication (they’re avoiding each other), kissing, a bit of anxiety, a try-to hallmark movie my way through fics.

word count: 2.1k words

note: inspired on sabrina carpenter’s song! hope you like it, have a good day and happy holidays!

snowglobe, a holiday special

DECEMBER 20, 2023

It’s cold outside; snow is falling everywhere but not with enough force to block the streets or close the stores. Usually, when the weather looks like this, you would call Mick and bake those cookies he loves. He would put on his ‘Emotional Support’ apron and pretend to help. You would tease him about how he never does anything, just there to eat, and he would laugh, eyes lighten up, and say something along the lines of—I just passed you the flour! or whatever ingredient he helped you grab from the shelf ten minutes back.

Sometimes you wonder how you ended up in this place, so desperately in love with your best friend, with butterflies in your stomach when he hugs you, a silly smile on your face when he tells some awful joke, and an enormous fear of telling him, sort of. It doesn’t matter; that won't stop you from baking cookies on such a pretty snowy day.

You: Wanna come over? I’m making cookies

Mick: Very busy right now

Mick: Just do them without me

You: that's alright

Here’s the thing: Mick’s been acting as cold as snow since the last time you saw each other a week ago. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, not that you are aware of; you were watching Hallmark movies together, and he decided to leave abruptly before the movie ended. Maybe it’s just an emergency, he said, but he’s been running away from you for days, your friends confused over the whole thing.

You wonder if he’s noticed. Lately, your friends have spent a lot of time telling you how obvious it looks—shiny eyes paired with a never-ending smile. They have also suggested it’s mutual, which you hope because all you've wanted to do before your family's Christmas party is to confess, but who knows, maybe you’ve all been watching too many movies.

DECEMBER 22, 2023

“Are you sure you didn’t do anything to make him mad?” Alicia, your best friend, asks. She came in to leave some decorations for the party on Sunday, but one life update lent to another and of course, the Mick situation came up.

“It doesn't even seem like he’s mad at me,” You say because it’s true, you’ve known Mick long enough to know how he acts when mad, “he’s just ignoring me.”

She sighs. “Then why don’t you ask him what’s wrong?”

You’ve asked yourself that a couple of times, but the answer is still not clear, usually is as easy as walking down the street to his house but this time the thought overwhelms you. “Because I'm scared?” You answer, out of breath. “I don't know. I’m focusing on the party, especially because Mom doesn’t come back until tomorrow evening.”

“Honestly, my suggestion is for you to ask him before the party.”

You sigh, knowing she’s right. The Christmas party is a tradition your families started eleven years ago, after Alicia, Gina, Esteban, Mick, and you decided to become inseparable at one of Mick’s birthday parties. This year it will be hosted at your family home, and with your mom away in Germany for a work conference, you’ve had your friends come around and help. They’ve all shown up but Mick. What the hell is his problem?

“I know Ali but,” Your phone starts ringing, Mickey is displayed on your screen with a picture of Mick carrying Angie. Alicia rolls her eyes and encourages you to take it with her head. “Hello?”

“Hi. I'm panicking a bit,” he says, the background noise lets you know he's in his car.

“Why?” You ask, forgetting you were having a crisis on this. “Is everything okay?”

He sighs. “It’s embarrassing, but I have no idea what to get your mom,” he says, and you laugh. Last year, you were having this exact crisis about Corinna.

You hum, thinking, “She wanted new pedals for her bike. Loved some she saw in Bike World; you’ll have to drive a bit, but I’ll send you the pic.” You put your phone away, change the call to speaker, and open messages, sending the picture your mom sent you a month ago. “There you go.”

“You are a lifesaver.”

You smile, letting out a laugh. “I know, idiot.”

“Bye, love you,” he says. Your calls always end like this; it’s a habit, so you mutter Love you back and hang up.

Alicia is staring at you, a grin on her red lips. “I hate both of you,” and she laughs, grabbing her keys and purse, about to leave. You’re somehow dumbfounded.

“What?”

“Bye, love you. Love you,” she mimics, and you feel heat rise up your cheeks. “You guys really need to talk; I’m done dealing with him too.”

“What? Ali, it’s a ha-”

“I’m coming back at six”

“Alicia!”

“Just ask him!” She closes de door before you can even ask her to come back.

DECEMBER 24, 2023

Needless to say, you didn’t talk with Mick on the 23rd. Too busy dealing with the party and, as Esteban said, too busy avoiding the topic.

Now it’s 7 p.m., warm lights tint the house while friends and family sway along the music in the background. Mick has been around since ten in the morning, bringing presents, a couple of ingredients that your mom was missing, and decorations, which he then helped put together. Now he’s just in full black attire, wine in hand, singing along to the song playing. Once again, you're too busy in your world to notice him approaching you.

“You always know which songs to play,” he says. Because he knows it’s your playlist reproducing. You know that’s one of his favorite songs.

“I try my best. But I also know it’s one of your favorites,” you answer, and he hums. There’s a void between you, one that hasn't been there before. It's not the tension when you fight or the longing when you're upset; it's not the excitement of seeing each other after months of traveling or the mischief when you prank your friends. It’s different—something that has been building itself for months—and you are too oblivious to understand what it is.

“You look beautiful,” Mick says, not looking at you but at his drink. He’s looked at you enough tonight, he thinks. You look up, suddenly feeling an outrageous urge to kiss him. Try and see if that’s the answer to all your questions.

He’s faster though, clears his throat, and says, “I’m going for more cookies.”

And he leaves. Your eyes stay on his back as he takes one cookie from the snack table. See him hum to the taste. You smile, bittersweet, What is going on, Mick? You want to shout at him, tell him in a million different ways how confusing all of this is, but that’s a talk for tomorrow; you’ve decided, you can't escape it any longer then.

"Shatz,” Someone calls and then says your name.

“Hm, yes, mom?” You ask, and it’s time to eat.

[ 10 minutes later ]

You are in the middle of dinner, or gossiping time, as Gina calls it, when Aunt Adelaide starts asking each one of you—the single, young members of the family and friends—about relationships. It’s not your favorite part, but a lot of fun commentary comes out of it.

Hearing your name, you know it's your turn. “Do you have anyone special yet? Maybe a secret boyfriend you don't want to tell us about?"

You laugh, “No, no. But I hope someone comes along this year.” First, you have to get over Mick, you think, and laugh a bit more.

“I have a neighbor I could introduce you to, dear. He’s a lovely young man.” She always has someone to present you to; it’s surprising. You try to go on dates with them, but they never end up working.

“I’ll think about it.” You say this as the loud sound of silver hitting the floor calls everyone’s attention.

Mick abruptly stands up. “I’m sorry,” he says as he picks up his fallen fork. He looks uncomfortable, like he’s had enough of the food, the music, or the topic. “Excuse me, I’m going for another one.”

The table has fallen silent. Aunt Adelaide is looking at you in amusement, a playful grin on her face. Someone nudges your shoulder, and you know it’s Alicia. Her eyes stand on a strange middle ground between confused and knowing, tilting her head in encouragement, like she always does. You also stand up, not so abruptly, but now everyone looks at you expectantly. “I’m going. Excuse me.”

You follow Mick to the kitchen; thankfully, it's far enough from the dining room that no one will bother.

“Mick?” You call once you’re there. His head is on his hands, and he is murmuring inaudible words to himself. "Mick, what is going on?"

He looks up, his hair messy. He’s overthinking, and you don't know what to do. You feel lost looking at him, far away from his thoughts and feelings. “What do you mean? Everything is alright.”

“You don’t look alright,” you say, shaking your head. “You’ve been acting strange.”

“No, I haven't. We’re alright,” he lies once again, picking on his thumbs.

You sigh, knowing this is when you talk about it—no script, no thinking, just questions and hope for answers. Whatever is budging him has his anxiety running in full force. “No, you’re not, and we're not; I have no idea what just happened, and you're acting as if you barely know me."

He takes a deep breath, runs his fingers through his hair, and looks at you with his deep blue eyes. You see questions being asked but don’t understand how to answer them. “It’s nothing; I'm just. It’s hard to explain; you won't understand.”

“I will try to understand then, like I always do.” You promise, taking two steps forward, close enough to reach out and hold him, "Just please talk to me."

“I don’t want to mess things up between us,” he says, sounding afraid. It reminds you of the time sixteen-year-old Mick broke your favorite perfume by accident. He didn’t want to tell you, too afraid you would stop talking to him. You really hope he didn’t break anything, material or not.

“You won't. I will be here for you.”

“I just want,” he stops himself once again. His eyes never leave yours, so you open yours a bit, waiting, listening to whatever he has to say, and it seems to work because he just says, “You."

“What?” You blank, not knowing what to say or do, not knowing if you understood correctly or if it’s the movie's effect once again. You see the exact moment in which he panics.

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, I.” He looks everywhere but your eyes, searching for an exit. Your first instinct is to grab his hand, keeping him where he is.

“I could,” you say slowly, looking at your now-intertwined hands. “I could be misunderstanding all of this, but, Mick,” you say, looking at him. He’s looking back, hope in his gorgeous sky blue eyes. “I like you, but no, not even. Mick, I’m so in love with you it hurts. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but then you disappeared. You didn’t want to see me; you were acting different, and I got so worried, but I think...”

“That we are both idiots,” he says, a small smirk growing on his lips.

“Yes, yes, we are.”

He smiles and brings his free hand to your cheek, says your name like it’s meant for him to say forever. “I’m in love with you too, so much. I got so scared when I realized that I didn't just like you, that I couldn’t hide it anymore. And then our friends started saying how obvious I was being.”

“Same here,” you say, laughing. He moves his hand, pulling you in for a warm hug. It feels different than any other you’ve shared; the last two pieces of a puzzle you’ve been building together, finally finding their place. It’s a breath of fresh air. Mick’s hands are all around you, softly caressing your back, his head buried in your neck, leaving a small peck before distancing himself enough so he can see your face. You want to ask if it's appropriate to kiss him now.

But he's the first to talk. “Quick question."

“Shoot."

“Do I need a mistletoe to kiss you?” He asks, and you laugh loudly. Shake your head in embarrassment. Oh, how you love this man.

“As much as I enjoy the tradition, all you, Mick Schumacher, have to do is ask,” and now it's his turn to laugh, brings you closer while doing so.

“Can I please kiss you?"

You pretend to think about it and decide to tease him a little bit: “Is that what you asked for Christmas?"

“It’s the exact thing I asked Santa Claus for."

“Then merry Christmas, Mick.”

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garoujo · 1 year

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DATING SIMULATOR — NAGI SEISHIRO

・✶ ｡ﾟnagi kinda wishes he’d played more dating simulators before he thought about confessing to you.

♱ warnings — f!reader, reader is reo’s roommate, friends -> lovers, mutual pining, cunninglingus, creampies, party setting, alcohol mentioned but not consumed, all characters written 22+ wc: 7k / note. finally ! i have written my longest fic 2 d8 n it’s all 4 my bbie boy seishiro ! i rly hope u guys enjoy sob <3 fank yew mosh @/saetoshis 4 reading thru 4 me ilysm !

“oops, a headshot.” nagi mumbles from where he’s lying on his stomach on his bed, feet kicking behind him as his fingers tap carefully at the screen of his phone. he’s not moved in a while, he’ll probably eat soon but hes so close to upping his online ranking he thinks that could maybe wait for another game or two.

“die.” his character fires another few shots before he feels his phone vibrate against his palms, his eyes barely casting the notification a glance before he’s back to focusing on the target infront of him.

reo : i’m throwing a party this weekend, you’re coming.

reo : don’t even think about trying to ditch, i know you’re off practice cause so am i.

nagi groans before he readjusts his elbows, not giving it another thought before he’s back to focusing on his game, continuing the rest of his daily missions as his friend gives him a moments peace before he texts again.

reo : i know you’re getting these, quit ignoring me.

he doesn’t let this one stick around as long as the last ones did before he’s swiping it away from his screen, a small pout settling on his lips when his wavering focus causes him a little more hp than he could afford to lose as he leans closer to his phone.

another few shots, followed by another sharp vibration of his phone before nagi huffs, this message was different than the last and he hates the way this is the one that catches his attention, just as he was about to score another headshot too.

reo : y/n will be there. you gonna leave them to get hit on by someone else?

he guesses reo’s always been persistent. he clears his throat as he lets his drowsy gaze scan over the text at the top of the screen, followed by another sigh when it ultimately costs him the rest of his hp as a game over flashes across the screen.

“ah, i died.. whatever.” nagi murmurs under his breathe as he rolls over onto his back to finally click on the notification, snowy bangs framing his drowsy gaze as he lets himself read over the newest text from reo once more. obviously you’ll be there, you and reo are roommates.

you’d become somewhat of a consistent in his life, you’d sort of slotted into place when he’d met you the first time he visited reo’s new apartment. he doesn’t think you’re a pain to be around, but you rejecting him and not wanting to hang around with him anymore would be.

even with his limited romantic (and platonic) experience, no one despite a few from the team have found his company to be as desirable as you do, and the thought still makes his head spin whenever he thinks too hard about it — about you.

he doesn’t really know why reo even needed a roommate, he had enough money to rent his own place but then.. he wouldn’t have met you if it weren’t for him, nagi thinks before he feels himself cringe at how cheesy he’s being as his fingers hover over the keyboard.

you were pretty and kind, you’re not the sort of person who would ever normally show that sort of interest in somebody like him so he was surprised when you did. you never pushed him for conversation and he can’t deny the way you made something burst and warm along his skin the first time you’d asked to watch him play when it was just you two.

although hes pretty sure reo had left you both alone to go the store deliberately.

you’d started buying in lemon tea and melon bread for the apartment, making sure there was a few of the things he likes just incase he came over to visit — it was nice, unfamiliar but it felt good. like every interaction he had with you was an exp boost closer to a level up.

it’s not like nagi ever planned to act on his feelings, fuck—he’d have completely ignored them altogether if reo wasn’t the one to point them out. saying he acted different when you were around, maybe he did.. he was less focused on his games, actually offered a little more to conversation if you were taking part in it.

was he that obvious? “ah, cringe.” he groans outwardly this time before he allows himself another shuffle around his bed, just until he’s able to stuff his face into the pillows with a grumble before peering back up at the text that’s suddenly mocking him. maybe he should play more dating simulators.

nagi : i’ll pass, sounds like a pain.

reo : goddamit, where’s your ego?

it’s almost too quick the way reo replies to his message, like he knew what he was about to say as he begins to load up his game again — guess that comes with dealing with the “game addict bothersome prince.” but nagi knows he’s never been one to take no for an answer.

—

“i don’t know why you keep pressing this, reo. nothings going to happen.” you sigh as you let yourself rest on your elbows across the kitchen island, your irritated eye-movement bringing your gaze to your amethyst haired roommate across the room, who’s sending you a smug look as he places his phone back down on the table after sending his friend another text.

“maybe it’s cause i know our ultra genius likes you, and you like him! two idiots in love, this is gonna be fun.” reo grins, smirk in place as he watches you roll your eyes and turn away from him, busying yourself with something else in the hopes it’ll end this conversation — it doesn’t. you guess reo’s always been persistent.

“you gotta be there to get him motivated, that’s the deal or else he’ll just get bored and leave.” you click your tongue at his words, sending him another irritated look over your shoulder at the way he’s treating your feelings like some bargaining chip despite the way you know it’s harmless.

“who cares, hes not gonna confess. this is seishiro we’re talking about.” you huff, ofcourse you liked nagi — there was a certain charm to the snowy haired striker than you couldn’t seem to resist, sure he was a little subdued but he was sweet, funny in his own little dorky way and a little stupid in a way that made you wanna see more.

you felt like you’d grown with him as he got more comfortable with you, like everytime you met him he was revealing more of himself to you than the last time you met, he’d even began deliberately sitting in spots that could fit two — opting for the couch rather than the armchair he used to when he visited.

you began to find a certain joy in the things that he enjoyed, and watching him pick up certain habits and interests of yours felt like a sort of reward after how gruelling it was to get him to open up.

but that’s just the sort of person nagi was you realised, and it was sort of nice to see it — to see him, but that’s also why you’re perfectly fine just pining for him like you have been, because why should you risk losing all the progress you’d tried so hard to make, why would you risk losing him?

“hey.” reo grunts, it’s low and just loud enough to demand your attention before he tilts his head slightly at you, raising a brow like he knows he’s just disturbed you from your thoughts. “he’s a pain in the ass but, he’d surprise you, y’know.”

—

what a pain, this is so stupid.. nagi grumbles internally from where he’s standing in front of you and reo’s apartment — he can feel the low thump of the bass through the door and he already feels the urge to just turn on his heels to go home and play video games, but why can’t he?

why is he even here? he asks himself as he lets his fingers pinch around the bangs that frame his face — sighing a little low as he stuffs his other hand into the pocket of his hoodie. he did spend a whole lot of time getting ready, looking in the mirror and thinking about whether you’d like this before he cringed at himself again. this was becoming a bad habit.

“ehhh, this is so tiresome. i just wanna play video games.” nagi hums, but his body betrays him when his words are followed by a knock on the door — one that’s immediately answered by a particularly smug looking reo as he smirks at him.

“look who decided to come, ultra genius.” reo teases, cheeky and nagi sends him a drowsy, steely sort of look in reply, although the exasperation goes unnoticed when his gaze drops and he’s tapping away at his phone, brushing past him to get into the apartment. “you’re so annoying, reo. you made me come.”

“absolutely not! you wouldn’t have came if you didn’t want to.” nagi already feels sweaty and stuffy around the buzzing atmosphere, he’d much rather go home and take a bath but then he sees your little tells around the apartment that tells him you’re here— your jacket, your favourite mug that you always complain about reo drinking out of—and they somehow keep his feet rooted to where he is now.

“eh, it’s just cause your sofa is comfortable. you spend too much money on that stuff.” he’s lying and reo knows it, but he spares him the embarrassment because he’s here — who knows how long for but he’ll take it.

nagi’s always thought it was entertaining the way his bestfriend could entertain a crowd — popular guy thing i guess, he thinks to himself as he sinks deeper into the couch cushions, lower half of his face tucked into the neckline of his oversized hoodie as he sits among the rest of his teammates. not really absorbing any of the information as he tries to discreetly let his eyes wander around the room.

he’s been stuck on the same level for a while, it’s like he can’t entirely focus — blame the slightly intoxicated players or the loud music blasting through the halls of the apartment, or maybe it’s something else — someone else.

reo picks up the shift in nagi’s exterior, watches the way his bestfriend shuffles uncomfortably on the couch between long sighs, fingertips flexing against his phone with what he can assume is another loss and he’d help him out any other time, but this was something he wanted him to do alone — for his own ego, and for you.

the snowy-haired male gives himself a few more hits, a few more revives before it really gets to him — makes him sit up a little straighter as he turns his phone back vertically and opens up his texts, he knows you’re here, but where?

nagi : you at the party? it’s loud, gonna run away now :x

nagi’s cringing at himself when he feels heat burst along his neck, it was just a text to a friend but somehow he can’t help but leave it open to wait for your reply, swallowing thick when he watches the little text bubble appear at the bottom of the screen before it disappears just as quickly.

you : in my room, bored already? you can come in.

he was still a little awkward despite how often you both were in eachothers company, he still got stuck on words and liked to let the silence linger but that was just him and it was never uncomfortable. but now he’s going to be alone with you, in your room and he can feel his heart kick at his chest at the thought.

nagi gives it a few seconds, not wanting to seem too eager before he’s biting on the inside of his cheek and stuffing his hands into his pockets as he stands. reo notices, raising a brow in question — wordlessly, although they’ve been friends long enough for him to pick up on it.

“bathroom.” he doesn’t know why he’s too nervous to say where he’s actually going, his answer is falling from his lips before his brain has time to catch up. but reo gives him a look, one that tells him he’s not quite convinced as he fails to hide the soft, knowing smirk of amusement that’s twitching at the corners of his lips. “i’ll allow it.”

nagi’s body feels like it moves on instinct as it carries him through the long stretch of apartment, allowing the warm air from the party to roll over his features as he passes by teammates and people he’s never even seen before.

but he’s struck with a sudden wave of anticipation and nerves when he finally stands outside your bedroom door, arm raised to knock despite the way he’s almost frozen still — he’d probably look really weird if someone was to see him creeping outside of your room right now, that’d be such a pain if people thought he was even weirder.

“you can come in, sei.” you call with the first wrap of his knuckles along the wood, and the sweet ring of your voice feels like it shoots electricity into nagi’s stomach with how it drips through him at first. but then he exhales as he enters, and the tension in his body somehow softens when he takes in his first look at you.

he thinks you’re too pretty for your own good, he can still see the outfit you must’ve had on for the party underneath the blanket that’s draped over you now with your laptop resting on your lap. you’re a sight that makes him swallow rough as he lets his drowsy gaze flicker over you, although the leap in his chest is a sort of effect you’ve always had on him.

“you lasted longer than i expected.” nagi notices the way your sentence trails off at the end, he hears the whispery, breathy, pouty sound your lips make as you lean back against the bedframe and pat the space next to you — urging him to come closer as a grin twitches at your lips and he feels his heart race.

“eh, was such a drag anyway.” he sounds tired but his voice is still as smooth as it always is when he speaks to you, not that you notice any difference but his reply still makes you laugh softly as he takes his first careful step into your space.

every stride he takes feels bigger than usual until your eyes raise up to look at him from where he’s stood at the edge of the bed, and he lets himself press his bangs between his fingers awkwardly before he’s falling into his place beside you with a huff.

“wow, mattress feels so good. way comfier than mine.” nagi murmurs and you fail to suppress a little smirk at his words, making his cheeks burn pink at the feeling of your eyes suddenly cutting into him, and he feels his heart race when the mattress dips under your weight as you get comfortable.

“it was reo’s old one, that’s why it’s so comfy. it was probably stupid expensive.” he mentally trails off with a nervous swallow before he’s fishing his phone out of his pocket. he only offers you a low hum in response as he tries to take his mind off the fact you’re both on the same fucking mattress right now, and he suddenly feels too incredibly warm under his clothes.

there’s a bout of silence and nagi can feel his heart kicking at his ribs with every beat, nervously glancing you up and down whenever he feels you shuffle in your place next to him before his eyes are back on his phone — although not really paying much attention to the cutscene that plays.

“do you wanna watch something?” you ask, the question drawn out and slow as you flick through the netflix menu on your laptop screen, and it’s hard for him not to get lost in the dreamy drawl your voice takes as it draws him closer. he clears his throat as he leans in, letting his eyes flicker over the screen with every press of your fingers against the mousepad before he answers.

“hm, nah. whatever you wanna watch ‘s fine. i’m just gonna play games.” nagi’s voice takes a more whispery tone, he blames it on the suddenly close proximity that only seems to get closer when he rests himself back. he’s suddenly able to feel the press of your body into his side with the way the mattress has sunk beneath you both, and hes pretty sure his mind scrambles at the touch.

he can smell hints of your perfume on your sheets and he’s watching you like every move you make is enchanting, making his fingers twitch against his phone screen before he’s kicking his feet under the comforter that’s thrown haphazardly half way down — he might aswell be comfortable.

but you don’t say anything back to him, you just tilt your head to the side with a pretty little pout as your fingers curl against the mouse pad again, before you’re clicking some random movie nagi’s pretty sure you’ve both seen a few times already.

he clears his throat again when he feels you sit back beside him, scooting closer unintentionally while his eyes narrow on the cutscene he’s still got playing on his screen and you push back gently into your place. but he can feel his focus wavering with the warm press of your skin against his side again, and he has to remind himself how to breathe — how the hell is he supposed to win this game?

“we’ve seen this. don’t you get bored watching it again?” he begins, trying so desperately to focus on fucking anything other than how close you are to him right now. but then your drawl vibrates through the room and nagi swears he feels it in his gut when you turn to send him an adorable little pout over your shoulder.

“no, cause then i know when the good parts are coming up.” you’re so fucking close, he thinks as you share a long look and his head tilts with a sigh despite the way his lips curl into a soft smile, making one of your own break through your features.

“ehhhh, that’s so stupid, then there’s no surprises to look forward to — you’ve ruined all the best parts already.” nagi drawls, and his body feels like it burns when you blink at his words before you laugh. the sound does horrible things to his heart, makes his fingers shaky, but he hides it well when he sees your little smug smirk.

“i thought you were just gonna play games.” you reply quickly, tilting your head back to tease him and he lets his sleepy gaze trail along the newly exposed skin of your neck, making his own flare hot and it takes him a while to respond, but he does.

“‘cause your movies too loud ‘nd you’re making me lose — it’s such a pain. ah, see.. i died.” there’s a fire in the room that almost consumes you both when your grin twitches at nagi’s teasing and your eyes stare into his as he looks over you, carefully blank despite the pink that dusts his cheeks and the sweating of his palms, his racing heart drowning out any other sounds as you both take a breath.

“seishiro..” you whisper and the soft, careful sound of your voice makes him feel like he suddenly can’t get quite enough air with each breath. he makes a weak sound when he feels you suddenly cling at him, tugging him in for a kiss as he leans into meet you, sighing when he finally allows himself to taste you for the first time before he hears your laptop close and move from your lap a few moments later.

it’s short, too short when you both pull away but you don’t put more distance between you both than what already remains — your breathing fans over his cheeks and he feels the way your legs shuffle closer, knocking against his and he wants nothing more than to feel his skin on yours.

nagi feels a pang for his anxieties, sighing softly in an attempt to swallow down any concerns when he leans in again to brush his lips against yours once more. he feels your hand press against his chest and he half expects you to push him away, but you only pull him closer and he’s pretty sure you can probably feel the race of his heart even underneath his hoodie.

“seishiro..” you gasp again, it sounds different this time — a plea as you breathe deep with him but it lets him push his tongue between your lips before his hands reach out for you, exploring over the swell of your hips before he’s pushing himself onto his side to loom over you and pull you underneath him.

it’s almost immediate the way nagi feels your limbs wrap around him as he kisses you, it’s deep and messy, your fingers tangling in his hair as your thighs wrap around his hips to pull him closer and he bathes you in kisses that press you into the pillows he eases you back into.

that’s all you do for a while, let yourself be showered in the mindless press of his lips against yours — in the stroke of his large palms up your thighs and hips, squeezing at the skin before it’s accompanied with a stuttered roll of his cock into you that has him murmuring out a trembling apology.

“pretty thing..” nagi whispers, holding your waist as the kiss disconnects wet and his nose traces your cheek, steely gaze lidded when he pulls back to give you a look through his now even more mused bangs. “fuck, wanna give you more.. ‘s this okay?” he should’ve asked earlier, he realises with bated breath but then you arch with need — palming at his clothes with a sweet little plea that drives him fucking crazy and he thinks he might actually pass out.

you watch the way he gnaws on his lower lip before he leans in to continue kissing you, the hem of your skirt slinking up with his wrists as they smooth up your hips again, pushing the fabric up higher until it’s pooling around your waist and he groans at the heat he feels burst along his heavy, clothed cock.

nagi presses himself deeper into you as his large palms trail higher, taking a slow, languid handful of your tits from the outside before he curls his fingers around the flesh — squeezing softly until you’re whimpering and moaning against his mouth with every swipe of his thumb over the sensitive, firm flesh of your nipples through the fabric.

“does it feel good? wanna hear more of you—gimme even more, angel.” his voice cracks under the weight of his arousal as he feels the way your tits move beneath his palms, feeling you dig your head back against the pillows when every flick of his fingers is accompanied with another slow grind of his cock against your clothed pussy.

“need more, seishiro. i want you!” a ragged sound leaves you as nagi swallows it eagerly, swiping his tongue along yours before his hands are pulling at the low neckline of your shirt — pushing it down lower until it’s tucked under your tits and he breathes deep at the feeling of the new, intimate skin that’s suddenly bare for him to explore.

“hm? be patient w’ me, gotta make you feel good first.” he groans as he eases himself away from your lips, smearing soft kisses along your cheeks and jawline until hes making his way between the valley of your breasts and hes sending you a needy look from your chest.

you gasp with the first messy drag of his tongue along your hard nipple, his palm pressing deep into the other as he leaves careful, wet kisses along your sensitive skin with a whimper. “see, sure sounds like it feels good. wanna hear more of ‘em.. please?“ nagi breathes as he laps and slurps at your tits, tracing kisses along your skin to give the other just as much attention before his huge body is trailing even lower.

his warm fingers dig into the aching flesh of your thighs as his lips press onto your abdomen, swirling and dragging his tongue along the skin as he pushes up your shirt — a flush high on his cheeks with the uncomfortably, mindless throb in his cock that’s leaking against his sweats, but he needs more — not yet.

“gotta taste you, pretty thing.” nagi murmurs against your skin, hands careful when they trace along your thighs to carefully hook underneath your panties — sliding them down just as he leaves a suckled, messy kiss against your hip.

“hurry up already, want your mouth.” you whisper as you lift your head up to watch the way nagi leans back onto his knees over you, pulling down the flimsy fabric until it’s hanging around one of your ankles. he lets himself rest back down on his stomach to throw your thighs over his shoulders with a long sigh, huge body keeping your thighs spread wide as his breath fans over your slick folds.

“eh, no fair. gotta gimme a sec — wanna take my time w’ you.” he murmurs, his tone carrying the same lazy drawl as always despite the edge of desperation that makes you burn. he feels his whole body shiver with the first press of his lips against your cunt — easing past your folds to tease your clit as your thighs twitch around his cheeks, making his cock throb from where it’s pressed against the mattress.

“yum, pretty thing.” nagi drawls absentmindedly as he peers up at you through heavy eyes, curling his tongue around your pussy before he’s dragging it up higher to flick it over your clit — suckling at the bud softly as he watches you wiggle and twitch in time with his movements.

the way your fingers are twisting in his hair only urges him to press himself deeper into you, he already feels mindless on the taste of you as he groans against your folds. the low tone of his voice sending blissful vibrations straight through your clit as he gives your pussy another messy, eager lap with his tongue.

it’s so eager the way nagi’s drinking you up, like he’s pouring in the months of pining, eagerly giving himself up to you as he smacks and slurps at your slick, hoping it translates better than his words ever could. “oh, god—sei! fuck—“ he feels the way you’re dripping down his cheeks, almost babbling as he buries himself even deeper into you until his hips twitch with want, cock throbbing with the friction the small thrust grants him as he trembles.

your fingers twitch from where they’re twisting in his hair and the searing pain only makes him feel drunker on the taste of you, pressing his tongue against the entrance of your cunt before he’s groaning at the first needy squeeze your walls welcome him with.

you twitch when you feel the muscle graze past the sensitive nerves, his nose grinding against your clit with every eager swipe and smack as nagi pulls more needy, breathless sounds from your lips — dragging the orgasm out of you as his palms press into the underside of your thighs to push you wider.

but he doesn’t think he ever wants to stop when he feels the next breathless croon of his name fall from your lips like honey, the thump of the bass and the distant chatter from the party a wall over completely swallowed up by the ringing in his ears and the throb of his cock.

you let yourself pull at nagi’s hair and he fucking groans with how good he feels, eyes fluttering closed as his lashes kiss along his flushed cheeks. he lets you guide him back to where you need him most and he hums before he’s hooking his tongue around your clit once more, feeling the way the bud has grown firmer, more sensitive when he’s twisting and laving it in licks that you meet with eager, intoxicating twitches of your hips.

“fuck—‘m gonna cum, sei. ah—you’re gonna make me cum!” you gasp as you both breathe deep and his fingertips feel like they burn you as they squeeze into your skin, pulling you deeper into his mouth as he trails his tongue underneath the hood of your clit and closes his lips around it.

nagi suckles languidly as he rewards himself with another needy rock of his hips into the mattress, his movements stuttering with the way his cock fucking aches for the friction—for you, as you grind down onto his tongue, letting him bathe your pussy in mindless licks and rolls of the wet muscle.

“mmm, fuck— i’ll take it, princess. gimme it.” he babbles and you fucking tremble, his moans muffled against your slick folds as you feel warm bliss curl and lick down your spine with every eager roll of your hips.

you’re chasing the warmth you feel twist and heat in your abdomen and nagi’s just as eager to pull it out of you when you finally stiffen, pulling him deeper as your hips twist and your orgasm suddenly rolls over you in blissful waves that rock through you.

you hear him whine, long and low, with the first taste of your cream against his tongue as he slurps and drinks you up greedily — flattening his tongue against your folds before he’s bathing you in long licks, only stopping when you’re twitching from overstimulation and pushing him away with a whine.

nagi’s flushed to his chest when he pulls away to kneel between your thighs, cheeks to his chin glistening with your juices and he’s sweating hard underneath his hoodie with every shaky breath. the snowy peaks of his hair frame his features beautifully as he casts you a needy glance, and he shifts uncomfortably with the now embarrassingly obvious bulge that’s tenting his sweats as he tries to fix it slightly. “eh, cringe.”

“want me to do you?” you ask earnestly and he swears he feels his heart knock at his chest at the question, sending you a lazy, starry-eyed look that was almost too cute for the 190cm striker between your thighs.

if he’s being honest he wants nothing more but it’s dangerous, he’s already wound up tight from the taste of you — cock throbbing almost painfully where it’s smearing against his thigh. he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back, not with your warm throat hugging and squeezing around him.. he needs to be smart about this.

“nah, ‘ts fine.. just wanna feel all of you, pretty thing.” nagi grunts, voice wavering with the unsteadiness of his breath and underneath the weight of his arousal, his need.

“another time then?” oh now that really gets him, you’re already thinking about a next time with a slacker like him? another throb and choked whimper dies in his throat and fuck— if you keep looking at him like that he might just cum where he kneels right now.

nagi reminds himself to exhale before he replies, before he chokes and splutters on his words, and he follows it with an internal little yay in his mind before he speaks. “yeah, can owe me one then i guess.”

you’re still trembling from your orgasm when he leans down to kiss you, crawling back over you before you’re pulling at the hem of his hoodie to grasp at more of the muscle underneath. “is this glued to you, sei? take it off.” you giggle, lips still leaking with pretty little whimpers for him, and the small grin he sends you when he leans back to pull the fabric over his head makes you pulse.

“hey— don’t make fun ‘f me, ‘ts comfy.” nagi sighs with the sudden freedom he feels from the loss of the heavy fabric, shuddering when he feels your hands reach to explore his physique — feeling the hard, trained muscle flex under your palms when he feels your skin press tight against his.

“see, better.” you laugh again breathlessly, but it’s not mocking — it’s warm and comforting and accompanied by a smile that makes his cock jump, especially when it’s followed by your arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in for another kiss.

nagi lets himself look at you, heavy lids and parted lips as the kiss breaks wet and he feels your fingers trail down to his sweats, tugging at the waistband. he swallows thick when you pull down the restrictive fabric to let his heavy cock spring free — making him exhale with the sudden sexual freedom he feels as the cool air fans over the sensitive nerves.

he lets his palm rest against the inside of your thigh as he pulls back to loom over you, letting his hand wrap around the base of his cock before he’s giving himself a few rough strokes with his palm — twitching as he swallows the whimper that threatens to pour from his lungs.

“got way more for you, pretty thing. can do more than this.“ nagi’s voice catches as he hugs you closer, letting the blunt head of his cock swipe through your folds as his breathing hitches. he’s internally cringing at the effect you have on him already, his balls already feel so fucking tight, aching for release as he rubs your slick all over his cock.

he feels his cock throb in his hold when it catches against the flexing entrance to your pussy, urging him inside before he begins to sink into you with heavy breathes — resting his face in the crook of your neck as he buries soft, whimpered curses into your skin.

it almost hurts how deep it feels like nagi reaches, he’s long and thick, but he’s warm and it lights a fuse that fizzles into something that’s even better as it bursts along your skin — making his toes and fingers curl when he feels your pussy squeeze down on him eagerly, rewarding the stretch of his cock the deeper he goes.

you feel his large hands grope just a little too hard into your waist, making him stutter out a low whimper as he drags you along his cock — forcing your walls to spread open for him as he feels something ache deep in his stomach. there’s desire heavy in each laboured breathe he takes as he tries to keep a firm grip on his sanity now he’s finally wrapped in you.

“sure feels good, angel. fuck— how’s that fair? g’nna make me cum already.” nagi breathes, low and ragged, and you can only find it in yourself to reply with a sound that’s high pitched and needy when you finally feel the weight of his hips press tight against yours as he bottoms out.

“mmm, fu-uck..” his voice sounds needier than he expects and his eyes flutter closed when he finally pulls his hips back after a few moments, drawing his cock out of you as he feels the way your pussy squeezes down around him tight in response.

it’s like you’re trying to lure back in every inch you lose — begging nagi to press deeper into you before his fingers dig bruises into your hips and he’s doing just that, beginning a steady pace with another slow withdrawal and a staggered breath.

the first real, deep kiss of his cock has your toes curling as he hugs you closer — his face rests just over the crook of your neck so you can hear the way he pants and growls softly between your moans, smearing kisses against your cheek everytime he turns to take in the sight of you beneath him.

nagi feels mindless when your hips grind up to meet every heavy thrust, the pace hes set isn’t fast but the force behind it is — driven by the flex of his thighs and abdomen as his strong grasp keeps you in place. it felt nice to put in effort like this, for you — spurred on by the sweet sounds that break from your throat, your voice taking a dreamier lull than hes used to — it’s more needy, more intoxicating.

your body claps against his as he kisses over your skin, lips gliding along your heightened nerves so softly it has you twitching — squeezing down around him until his breathing hitches and it’s almost like he feels the tight hug of your cunt in his fucking lungs.

“you feel good.. dammit, i don’t wanna stop.” nagi’s words are emphasised by a particularly slow grind, grazing his pelvis against your swollen clit until you’re jolting at the small aftershock that races through you — still sensitive from your orgasm as his cock digs out the next.

he feels your nails grab at his shoulders, no doubt leaving pretty crimson marks along the muscle there before his pace inevitably speeds up. he’s gripping so tight into your hips he’ll surely leave bruises as he gives more to you — more than he ever has to anyone else as you bask in the pleasure only he brings you and give back all that you can.

nagi buries himself back into the crook of your neck with the next sinful squeeze of your walls around him — making his hips stutter as he buries another ragged whimper into your skin. he repositions his knees to begin a pace that’s a little faster, needier until each smack of his hips is loud and clapping and every quick thrust leaves you breathless, beginning to lose his pace as he presses deep into your body.

“gimme what i need, angel. fuck—can gimme another one. c’mon.” he gulps, words like his own plea as he lets his fingers trace between your bodies to roll your puffy clit in sticky circles, pairing it with the back and forth stutter of his hips as he digs your orgasm out of you — breathing hard when he feels your pussy throb around him.

“mhm, can give you another, fuck! gonna cum again, sei..” you cry for him and nagi groans low as his hips press snug and tight against yours with the first milking compression of your walls around his cock. he’s panting against your neck as he coaxes and eases you through another mind-numbing orgasm, the pleasure hitting you so hard and good it almost hurts as you cream around him.

“fuck, pretty thing. g’nna make me cum, lemme give it to you.” he doesn’t stop even when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss he fucks through you, feeling his cock finally throb inside of your soaked pussy as he gives into the needy coax of your body — rewarding you with the orgasm you’ve earned from him, the one you own.

nagi pulls away to kiss you as he cums, whining long and low against the soft press of your lips as he cums thick and heavy inside of you, shuddering when he feels your tongue push against his and he almost pins you completely underneath him as he continues to fuck into your sensitive pussy.

you both bask in the drowsy, sleepy storm that follows after as his larger body blankets you — only rolling off of you when you tap your palm against his back to make sure he’s not actually fallen asleep where he is right now.

but nagi lets his arm rest underneath your head as he rolls onto his side to look at you, his gaze still cloudy from pleasure but barely visible behind the mess of slightly sweaty bangs that fan over his features. the sight of him only seems to draw you closer, and he encourages you to cuddle up next to him as his arm curls around you.

“‘m sweaty and sleepy.. i wanna take a bath, but don’t wanna leave yet.” he grumbles, still breathless as his free hand covers over his eyes — pinching at the hair that hangs there as you both catch your breath. he’s a little nervous if he’s honest, maybe you’re about to be hit with some post-nut clarity and kick him out.

but then you laugh suddenly, a breathy sound as you pant softly with him and nagi’s lips threaten to curl into a smile at the sound, feeling you pat at his chest before you answer him. “you’re literally an athlete.” you tease, like nothings changed — your palms still warm where it presses into his skin and his heart still races when his eyes meet yours.

“zombie nagi.” he sighs and you start laughing even harder before you lean closer to press a kiss against his cheek — making him tilt his face away from you to try and hide the blush that hasn’t left him since he came into the room. “you’re a weirdo.”

“yeah i get that a lot.” nagi whispers, heart thudding in his chest underneath your hand and you grin as you pet across his pectorals before turning to press a kiss along his bicep that pillows you.

“i like it though.” you nod as you nuzzle into the skin and he leans in to rest his lips against your temple before he speaks this time, a casual little act of intimacy that makes him sigh happy with the press of your body against his as he pulls you closer. “thanks.”

you both lie like that for a few more seconds, content with the feeling of being wrapped in eachother before nagi feels his phone vibrate from underneath one of the pillows, groaning when he reaches around for it before giving his screen a lazy, lidded look.

reo : you get lost on the way to the bathroom? i better not have to pay off the neighbours cause of noise complaints.

“what a pain, maybe we should go to my apartment. ‘ts less bothersome there.”

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk x you #nagi x reader #nagi smut #nagi x you #nagi seishiro x you #nagi seishiro smut #nagi seishiro x reader

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softpascalito · 5 months

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Full List of my Pedro Pascal Advent Calendar 2023

note: i figured it would make sense to make a lil list of the advent calender pieces. whether you read along each day or if you discover this after christmas, i hope you enjoy 💜

total wc: 23k

rating: explicit/18+ (with a few exceptions)

warnings: smut, hurt/comfort, check individual pieces :)

extras: my personal faves - ⭐

mb - moodboard / fic - fanfiction / hcs - headcanons

dec 1 - joel miller - [FIC] snowy surprise// ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 2 - javier peña - [MB] peluda // tumblr dec 3 - javier peña - [FIC] peluda // ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 4 - several chars - [HCs] traditions // tumblr dec 5 - joel miller - [FIC] here cums santa claus // ao3 & tumblr

dec 6 - din djarin - [MB] tie a string of lights // tumblr dec 7 - din djarin - [FIC] tie a string of lights // ao3 & tumblr dec 8 - pedro pascal - [MB] worth crossing a blizzard for // tumblr dec 9 - pedro pascal - [FIC] worth crossing a blizzard for // ao3 & tumblr dec 10 - joel miller - [MB] doves and lights // tumblr

dec 11 - several chars - [HCs] presents // tumblr dec 12 - joel miller - [MB] christmas baking // tumblr dec 13 - joel miller - [FIC] christmas baking // ao3 & tumblr dec 14 - javier peña - [MB] christmas party // tumblr ⭐ dec 15 - javier peña - [FIC] christmas party // ao3 & tumblr

dec 16 - several chars - [HCs] christmas tree // tumblr dec 17 - 2003!joel miller - [MB] double shift // tumblr ⭐ dec 18 - 2003!joel miler - [FIC] double shift // ao3 & tumblr dec 19 - 2003!joel miller - [MB] raised on little light // tumblr dec 20 - several chars - [HCs] christmas eve // tumblr

dec 21 - javier peña - [MB] christmas eve // tumblr dec 22 - 2003!joel miller - [FIC] doves and lights // ao3 & tumblr dec 23 - 2003!joel miller - [FIC] raised on little light // ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 24 - javier peña - [FIC] christmas eve // ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 25 - joel miller - [FIC] all joel miller wants for christmas (is to be tied up) // ao3 & tumblr

#pedropascaladventcalender #softpascalito #fanfic #pedro pascal #advent calendar #joel miller #javier peña #din djarin #joel miller / reader #joel miller / you #din djarin / you #din djarin / reader #javier peña / reader #javier peña / you #fanfiction #christmas #xmas

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kaciidubs · 4 months

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✧ Kacii's 8 Days of SKZcember 2023 Masterlist ✧

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! In honor of the holiday spirit, I'll be posting short one-shot fics featuring our favorite guys - filled with nothing but fluff and warmth for this cold season! Each of these fics are based on prompts from the amazing @novelbear found here, so please check her out if you're ever looking for writing inspiration! Note: Even though these are all fluff, I still prefer minors to not interact.

Wrapping Master - Jeongin | 12/18

✧ Wrapping gifts isn't as easy as it looks, apparently.

Christmas Playlist - Seungmin | 12/19

✧ Rocking around the Christmas tree with your favorite singer was always your favorite part of the holidays.

Mr. & Mrs. Gingerbread - Felix | 12/20

✧ The perfect ginger house for the perfect ginger family.

My Mrs. Claus - Jisung | 12/21

✧ Who didn't want to make a statement for one of the final parties of the year?

Winter [Snow] Falls - Hyunjin | 12/22

✧ An impromptu cafe date with an unexpected snowy surprise.

Twinkling Lights - Changbin | 12/23

✧ His eyes shone brighter than the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree.

Decorating Mishaps - Minho | 12/24

✧ Later is better than never, at the sacrifice of your shared sanity.

24 to 25 [Merry Christmas] - Chris | 12/25

✧ There was a first for everything, and Christmas in Australia was one of them.

#✧. ┊ kacii's skzcember 2023 #kacii's skzcember 2023 masterlist #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #bang chan fluff #bangchan fluff #lee minho fluff #lee know fluff #seo changbin fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #han jisung fluff #lee felix fluff #yang jeongin fluff

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 25 days

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Hi! Can you please recommend some enemies to lovers to enemies trope / Friends to enemies to lovers?? Thanks!

Generally, the trope is usually enemies to lovers, or friends to lovers, so maybe you want fics with a different twist to them and it's all not just a happy ending? Here are some where they start as either friends, become lovers, but it's not so simple and they have to overcome obstacles to be together. Or they are enemies, become lovers and then have some sort of fall out, which may or may not be resolved. ~ Jen

Please suggest others!!

In Every Stitch verse by @quizasvivamos

24-year-old Blaine Anderson and 26-year-old Kurt Hummel are both breakout designers who had gained the attention of the public by competing on the reality television hit Project Runway in their respective seasons. When both are invited back to compete in the All Star challenge, the competition heats up, tension builds between the two, and what happens off camera changes everything.

and Part 2 emBarK and Part 3 Out with a Bang

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Collide by @scatter-the-stars

Kurt Hummel is having a terrible week. On top of his car breaking down and his laptop dying at the worst time possible, finding his boyfriend cheating on him is the final straw against the camel’s back. A night of drinking is much deserved. But waking up in bed with star quarterback Blaine Anderson is something he doesn’t need. Determined to forget it and move on, he finds that hard when Blaine has other ideas. At first wanting nothing to do with the biggest playboy on campus, somehow Kurt finds himself agreeing to being friends with Blaine. It’s a friendship that opens his eyes to the guy he never really knew. And soon finds him wanting the one person he maybe shouldn’t want.

Note: Part 1 of Major and Minor

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In My Place by @heartsmadeofbooks

Blaine has always been shy and introverted, so after his father dies, he looks for comfort into his childhood dream - owning a bookstore. But then Kurt Hummel walks into his life, turning his dream into a complicated affair.

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The Seduction by @hkvoyage

Venetian Blaine arrives at Carnival’s masquerade ball, looking for his next conquest. His reputation as a lover is legendary, and no one can resist him. Virgin Kurt captures his attention, but seducing him will require careful planning. As they spend time together, will Blaine be able to carry out his plan successfully? A historical Klaine AU set in 18th-century Venice.

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Someone Like You by iconicklaine

Kurt and Blaine keep up their very own version of “When Harry Met Sally” for years, a friendship fraught with sexual tension and longing, until the agendas of Adele (yes, THE Adele), a bored NY socialite and a super-sweet hetero couple bring our boys together. The only problem is… they’re both in committed relationships.

Note: This story is AU after “Sexy,” and assumes Kurt and Blaine graduate from Dalton in the same year. In this future fic, set in 2025, Blaine is based off of Season 2 Blaine.

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100 Days by borogroves

Kurt and Blaine have been best friends (and nothing more) since the age of six. Now 22-year-old college graduates, they take a roadtrip around the USA, visiting every state in 100 days. Fifty states. Two boys. One love story.

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Perfectly Imperfect by @catcat-85

Golden Globe winning actor, Blaine Anderson went to prison for a murder he did not commit. After 5 long years, he has escaped from prison, and in a desperate need to get to a safe house before he can leave the country; he kidnaps Kurt, and forced him to drive him to a secluded cabin nestled in between the snowy mountains in Vermont. For Blaine, it’s his last chance for freedom. Falling in love is the last thing on Blaine’s mind. It’s not part of the plan. And for Kurt, it’s a terrifying situation that disrupts the impeccably perfect life he has created for himself. He’s outraged and angry at Blaine, and yet; he can’t help but believe Blaine is innocent.

Will the truth finally come out and Blaine be exonerated? Will the FBI catch him and put him back in prison? Will he and Kurt fall in love even in the most hopeless situation? Will love truly prevail all at the end?

Based on the novel, Perfect, by Judith McNaught. This is a story about two men who are complete opposites from one another; and yet, they complete each other in a perfectly imperfect way.

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Renegade verse by ali_llyon

The hardships of being in a relationship with a mob boss. Or, two people being in love while sometimes feeling they aren't worthy of it.

The title is from the song Renegade by Big Red Machine and Taylor Swift: Is it insensitive for me to say Get your shit together? So I can love you

The story is not in chronological order.

#enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #angst #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic

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simpsforwomen · 1 year

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hello helloooo, i may send this request to other authors (only my favorites tho)

could you do a wednesday addams x gn! reader where the reader can stop time but anyone who is touching them will not be frozen? so like the reader is just like "hey wednesday,(or whatever nickname they have for her) come with me for a sec" and it obviously takes a bit of begging but then they go outside in the rain or snow and the reader just grabs wednesdays hand and puts the other hand up and stops time so the snow or rain just sits there in mid air. could probably make this super fluffy

-C<3

✧ reply: Hewo! Thank you for your request. I'm honored to be one of the authors you're sending this to. I hope I'm understanding the prompt correctly and that this piece is close to what you asked for <3

❦ 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗱𝗲𝗿

✧ warnings: n/a

✧ pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

✧ summary: (request)

✧ word count: 534

✧ a/n: this my first attempt writing something fluffy. i feel so bad for making you wait this long. i'm also working on a fluffy larissa fic so stay tuned hehe. please let me know if you notice any grammatical errors or if you have any comments/feedback. enjoy!

☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎

You and Wednesday have been dating for a few months now and even though she knew of your powers, you never really showed them to her.

It was a wonderful winter morning when you looked outside at the falling mixture of rain and snow, suddenly coming up with an idea. You headed over to your girlfriend's dorm and knocked gently. A few moments later, you were met with a familiar deadpan stare.

"Cara mia." Wednesday greeted you while moving to the side, 'welcoming' you in.

"Good morning, ma chérie." You smiled, stepping inside.

Looking around, you notice that Enid was most likely sleeping over at Yoko's and you had interrupted your girlfriend's writing time. As you sat on her bed, she immediately went back to her desk to be in front of her typewriter.

"So..." You started. "I was thinking, we could take a walk together in the snow."

"Not right now. We can in exactly 34 minutes and 22 seconds." Wednesday answered as she continued to type without hesitation.

"But-" You were cut off before you could say another word.

"(Y/N), we can later." She stated softer than you expected.

"Pleaseee? I'm afraid it'll be too rainy later and- and the rain will wash away all the fluffy snowww." You pouted, walking over to sit on the ground next to her. "Pleaseee?" You begged, gently tugging on her sweater.

Wednesday had a soft spot for you, so of course, she agreed.

"Fine." The sound of typing suddenly stopped when she finally turned to face you.

Standing up, she walked towards the door with you following not too far behind. And in just a few minutes, the two of you were already outside—holding hands.

"Don't let go okay?" You asked and she nodded, having an idea of what you were going to do next.

Taking a deep breath, you focused on your powers and lifted your free hand. All of a sudden, everything around you froze. Everything except Wednesday.

Admiring the frozen snow, she reached out to touch it with her finger. You watched as she looked at it in awe.

"I'm very impressed, (Y/N)" Wednesday turned to you, her eyes wide.

You knew that was her way of showing excitement so you smiled back.

"I'm glad you like it. I've been practicing. You stated proudly.

Leaning closer to you, she gave you a gentle kiss as you held her face with your delicate fingers. It was short and sweet.

You looked into her softened eyes, her dark—dark eyes, losing yourself in them. "You look gorgeous, mon amour..."

She almost let the corners of her lips curl up to that but she tugged at your hand instead. "Come, I want to show you a favorite spot of mine."

Following her, she led you to sit under a snowy willow tree. Laying in her lap, she caressed your hair while whispering words of affection.

"Aren't you glad you stopped writing to be with me?" You asked softly, looking up at her.

Wednesday leaned down to give you a kiss, one that was longer than you expected—not that you were complaining. "I wouldn't miss being with you for the world, querida."

#wednesday x y/n #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #wednsday addams #nevermore #oneshot #gn reader #request #fluff #fem reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday x you #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #wednesday fanfic

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suseagull04 · 4 months

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24 Reads in 24

Thanks @read-and-write- for the tag!

I have no idea if I'll reach 24 books this year (although I surpassed my goal last year, so you never know!) But if I had to make a list... Some of these are rereads to prep for the next book in the series, and most of these will be coming straight from my Goodreads list.

1. House of Earth and Blood- Sarah J. Maas (reread to prep for #3, currently reading)

2. House of Sky and Breath- Sarah J. Maas (reread to prep for #3)

3. House of Flame and Shadow- Sarah J. Maas New at the end of this month, I'm excited!!!!

4. In a Holidaze- Christina Lauren this one might not happen, I suspect I'll need to be in just the right mood for this.

5. Gwen & Art Are Not in Love- Lex Croucher

6. Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail- Ashley Herring Blake

7. Delilah Green Doesn't Care- Ashley Herring Blake

8. Something Wild and Wonderful- Anita Kelly

9. Love & Other Disasters- Anita Kelly

10. Boyfriend Material- Alexis Hall

11. One Last Stop- Casey McQuiston

12. The Charm Offensive- Allison Cochrun

13. Fourth Wing- Rebecca Yarros

14. If the Shoe Fits- Julie Murphy

15. Red Queen- Victoria Aveyard

16. The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches- Sangu Mandanma

17. The League of Gentlewomen Witches- India Holton

18. Not the Witch You Wed- April Asher

19. Not Your Ex's Hexes- April Asher

20. One More Day- Emma Heatherington

21. Ayesha at Last- Uzma Jalaluddin

22. Lioness Arising- Lisa Bevere

23. In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day- Mark Batterson (currently reading)

24. This might be cheating, but all of the books on my shelf at home that I haven't read!

Bonus shout-out to all the RWRB fics I want to read!!

No pressure tagging @heybuddy-drabbles @daisymae-12 @myheartalivewrites @zwiazdziarka @inexplicablymine @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @happiness-of-the-pursuit @firenati0n @welcometololaland and anyone else who wants to play!

#books and reading #reading #tbr #tag games

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jilychallenge · 1 year

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✨A big shout out and thank you to all of you 😘 who participated and filled the December Jily Calendar almost to the point of overflowing with jily creations!🎇

Another thank you to all of you who sent us lovely wishes and greetings! 🤩 The last day of December and of the Calendar is posted so it's time for a recap! Find the links to every day and the full tree under the cut!

Just want to start reading the fics and see the art on ao3 go to the December Jily Advent Calendar Collection.

1 December @joyseuphoria wrote exactly 500 words!

2 December @constancezin & @practicecourts show us a family moment of the Potters enjoying a white snow day in December 1980.

3 December @charmsandtealeaves has Lily wake up James with... snow, even before the fight begins...

4 December @annabtg wrote a bittersweet canon drabble.

5 December @arianatwycross shows us the best Remus there is - the one without a filter.

6 December @oneofthesirens has James agonizing over the perfect Christmas gift to give to .... you guessed it, Lily.

7 December @ohmygodshesinsane gave us a story of warmth hot!!! moments in the cold snowy mountains where of course there's only one bed.

8 December @chierafied's story gives us James with a plan to warm Lily up after a snowball fight.

9 December @annasghosts writes about giving each other gifts, the ones that mean something, in seventh year (much too sweet for Sirius;)

10 December @abihastastybeans makes our duo team up for the Hogwarts decorations.

11 December @wearingaberetinparis takes us along on another cold night, heated up by the mutual attraction of our lovely idiots in this Muggle AU (pt 1) with...just the one bed.

12 December @charmsandtealeaves : Friends never let friends spend Christmas alone, and they certainly don't let them go without a tree.

13 December @dizzy--bird has your Jily Order AU fix, hiding together with your nemesis, away from everything during the holidays, in a safe house with only... you guessed it... one bed.

14 December @arianatwycross takes us to the evening before Christmas, an evening Lily spends with the Potters.

15 December @zephyrcove made our hearts melt with a drinking game, snow (on the beach) and just the perfect amount of angst.

16 December @ohmygodshesinsane takes us with Lily on a last minute shopping excursion, ending inevitably in the Pub.

17 December @notorious-lightning-thief has Sirius taking Lily to a Slughorn Christmas party, how did that happen?!

18 December @charmingwillow takes us Christmas shopping in Diagon Alley and James & Lily are just idiots of the loveliest kind.

19 December @maraudersftw gave us gifts on her birthday! Lily has a very important question to ask James.

20 December @annasghosts wrote about James and Lily driving through a snow storm. Stranded due to the weather there's only one room left and a most unhelpful hotel owner.

21 December @blitheringmcgonagall gave us Pining idiots, snowflakes, hungover deer, posh purebloods, non-existent snowball fights, Black Family vocab... and be sure to check out the movie that inspired all of it! (it's there. on the post. it's worth watching)

22 December @charmsandtealeaves it's not easy to get back to Hogwarts, due to the weather, and will you believe there was only one room left!?

23 December @wearingaberetinparis thankfully gave us more of the muggle Formula 1 driver James and Sleekeazy's most favorite employee Lily having an uncomfortable ride up to Scotland. Tension is relieved but misunderstandings still keep them apart...

24 December @petalstofish wrote part 1 of James and Lily living together and secretly wishing for another chance. This time the Dursley Christmas. @abihastastybeans drew a lovely Potter Family Matching Pyjama's moment! go check it out!

25 December @arianatwycross has James and Lily wet, cold and bothered after a snowball fight that ends with bucket challenges (sort of) and enjoy the jily Christmas TLE snippet. 🎵

26 December @sweeethinny wrote us a 3 part Christmas Family affair, part 1 today.

27 December Another 2 presents in one box: @sweeethinny Choices and Consequences prt 2 & @ohmygodshesinsane Lily bides her time, before having to go the Dursleys for a Christmas dinner. She finds a dusty bottle. Remus has a lot to answer for.

28 December @sweeethinny 's three part fic is complete! It's Christmas, and Lily's choices need to be faced. Family is not an easy matter.

29 December by @ginemrys James sees Lily and can't just walk on to Quidditch practice (despite being late already) because he can see something's not alright.

30 December In "the New Lily"by @ohmygodshesinsane Lily is set up by her friend Marlene with a blind date for NYE. She likes someone else better (muggle AU) @notorious-lightning-thief wrote a little sequel to the Very Slughorn Christmas. Lily spends her first Christmas at the Potters, and very important questions need to be asked.

31 December @petalstofish part 2 of Jily living together as friends and exes, falling into feelings. no Dursleys this time but NYE at the Potters and @annabtg has Lily take a shot on her very long NYE shift at work. (Muggle AU- based on true facts;-)

#DJAC2022 #DECEMBER JILY CALENDAR COMPLETE #THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING AMAZING #SEE YOU NEXT YEAR #HAPPY NEW YEAR #❄️ lovely messages #the tree is full #JPLE DAILY GOODIES #jilychallenge #december jilychallenge

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my year in fic - 2022

Thanks for the tag @broomsticks! I've got a compilation list coming out on 12/31 that will feature all of my 2022 accomplishments, but I hope no one minds if I do another fic spotlight for this year! It's always fun to look back at what I managed in a year!

Tagging: @liladiurne, @writcraft, @perverse-idyll, @necromanticnoir, @ripeteeth, @lizzy0305, @likelightinglass, @givereadersahug, @inarticulateimbecile, @fleetingdesires, @bluesundaycake, @cindle-writes, @onbeinganangel, and uhhhh...anyone who wants to! And no pressure to those I've tagged! Just an invitation to join the funsies, if you like! 💖💛

❄️ January

Partygoers - (Snarry, E, 100.) New Years drabble. Harry wants a kiss.

Partygoers laugh and cheer within the manor, sound muffled by the doors. Harry presses Severus against the balcony railing. Leans in. Severus turns his face away. Harry mouths at his neck instead.

Welcome to the Family - (Lucius/Ron, Hermione/Narcissa, Draco/Sirius, Harry/Snape, M, 4k.) Written for Rare Pair Fest 21/22. Valentine’s Day goes from bad to worse when Draco discovers his parents’ secret relationships.

“Calm down, darling,” Narcissa says. “Listen, my love, listen.” Draco would like to tell her he doesn’t need this sort of coddling, except that he does. “Sometimes, when a man and a woman respect each other very much and are in need of an heir, they marry and perform the…necessary physical requirements to produce a pregnancy.”

“Isn’t this supposed to go ‘when a man and a woman love each other very much’?” Draco asks.

Narcissa and Lucius share a look.

A Matter of Time - (Snarry, E, 3k.) Written for Snarry Adopt-a-Prompt. Severus is outed as a spy and grievously injured. Harry doesn’t react well, leading those closest to him to wonder: Just why is Harry so devastated about Severus’ condition?

Now that Harry has witnessed Severus’ vulnerability, he is content to be manhandled into Severus’ arms. Harry winds arms and legs — skinny, but strong — around Severus, and tucks his head into Severus’ neck. And as Severus squeezes him in close, Harry wiggles in even closer. Until Severus is unsure where one ends and the other begins. Until he cannot tell his own heartbeat from Harry’s, his own breath.

Harry mumbles three words into Severus neck, that Severus pretends not to hear. Instead he presses his mouth to Harry’s head to stifle untamed sentiment.

9 January 2022 - (Snarry, T, 1k.) Severus turns 62.

Shiny black wrapping paper sits neatly folded on the table. Gold and silver balloons bob over Severus’ head. A stack of sparkly pink candles. Warm, moist spice cake. A cold, snowy day. Silliness and tradition.

And love, a warm glow in Severus’ dark eyes, even as Severus mocks the cake and the mittens and the childish decorations. Harry listens to his eyes, not his words, and he smiles.

smile with sweet surprise - (Snarry, E, WIP.) Updated with chapter 2. Harry is barely sixteen. Had barely blown out his candle when Severus kissed him.

Severus ducks his head and looks down at his boots. Black boots that trampled over the rainbow path. A bit of purple ribbon curls out from beneath his foot. Severus grinds his boot down into it, then kicks it away.

Never again. He’ll never touch Harry again.

Severus steps back and draws his wand to clean the mess they made.

🌹 February

The Alchymist II - (Snarry, Kingco, Snarry/Kingco, E, 4k.) Written for Kinkuary. Sequel to The Alchymist. 2 married couples, 1 hotel room = a lot of fun and a lot of trouble.

Severus is not alone in his jealous nature, but it is his jealousy that has been tested the most. Since their night with Draco, Harry has not strayed beyond casual touches and mild flirtation. Still, it is enough to send Severus up the wall. Every violent, hateful desire in Severus’ soul rises to the surface each time. Wars with his desire, and the pleasure of beauty. And this — Harry touching not one, but two others, is more loathing and arousal than he can stand.

But Severus has been tested time and again. And he accepted long ago the depths of his own madness where Harry Potter is concerned.

Obscene - (Snarry, E, 1k.) Written for Kinkuary. Never has Severus been so wet outside of heat. It’s humiliating; obscene.

Severus didn’t dare look him in the eye, that first night, but he glares into them now. He’d rather be bent over the desk. Would rather not see or be seen, but his pride damns him.

Now he’s cursed by the sight of Potter’s mussed hair and his flushed cheeks. Green eyes darkened by desire. The glint of slick caught in his beard. Mouth reddened and plump.

He dares not blink. Dares not make a sound. Dares not melt into Potter’s touch the way he so longs to. Severus, too, is controlled.

🍀 March

Caged - (Snarry, T, 100.) His arms are a cage.

Snape is unforgiving, even in love. His arms are a cage; the only real home Harry has known.

🐣 April

Fool - (Snarry, G, 100.) Tumblr prompt. Prompt: Snarry + "things you said when you thought i was asleep"

"You're a fool," Severus says. The tone is not so harsh or mocking as it might be by day. It is tender, and sad. Another I love you, unspoken.

Yes - (Snarry, T, 100.) Tumblr prompt. Prompt: things you said when we were the happiest we ever were + snarry

"I want that," Harry continues. "I want to be yours." He steps nearer. Severus' heart leaps. "And I want you to be mine."

Black Skies - (Regulus/Severus, Regulus/Sirius, E, 7k.) Written for Blackcest Fest. Sirius won't give Regulus the love he needs, so he seeks it from Severus instead.

Madness runs in the family, it is said. It has always been in Sirius. Flickers of it in his endless enthusiasm. Sparks of it in his eyes, however easy and cool his smile. The edge of madness in his casual cruelty.

All of his Gryffindor brashness…it is the Black madness at its most evident. The most colorful, wild side to their innate offness.

Sirius is one of them, however well he hides it, and Regulus cannot help but laugh, though he doesn’t think it very funny. Not funny, but thrilling.

While Severus’ passion awakened Regulus, Sirius’ madness calls to him, deep and primal. It’s not a good feeling, really, but a familiar one, and Regulus cannot help but reach out for more.

🌼 May

Orange Blossoms - (Snarry, T, 3k.) Written HP Flowers - Spring Round. Also my gift to myself for my birthday. These are foolish times to have hope, and more foolish still to be in love.

The boy left with less fuss than Severus expected, only to make his move once the sun's disapproving eye set. It is by the moon's mercy Harry leaves love letters in secret languages. Apple blossom and pansy. Fern and foxglove. Myrtle and dahlia.

Severus brews potions in the evenings, nutritional blends to sustain the flowers that now overrun every available surface of his quarters.

Harry never need know the mark he’s made, the beauty and vibrancy with which he’s colored Severus’ life. He’ll never be allowed one foot inside of Severus’ quarters, and Severus will never reveal his heart.

Contempt - (Snarry, E, 20k.) Written for Snarry-a-Thon. Also the best thing I've ever written ever. Harry hates Snape, and he always will. (He will, won’t he?)

Harry doesn't remember much from Defense. Not history or theory or even incantations. Instead he remembers the sweep of Snape's robes and the click of his boots. He remembers the position of Snape's fingers around his wand. The precise motion of his wrist. The shape of his lips around every spell.

He remembers and he hates.

(And wants and hates and wants and hates and wants.)

🥀 September

In My Veins (In My Blood) - (Snarry, Harry/Death Eaters, E, 7k.) Originally meant to be for a fest. Ended up posting on my own when I realized the story I needed to tell wouldn't fit the fest requirements. DEAD DOVE. Voldemort wins the war and rewards the Death Eaters with a prize: Harry Potter. What he doesn't know is that Harry already belongs to one of them.

Fierce green eyes meet gleaming red. Severus dares not breathe. The Dark Lord might do anything; might slip inside his mind and dig up every last secret. He might rip Harry’s mind apart. He’ll turn his wand on Severus then. The light will hardly have gone out of Harry’s eyes by the time Severus joins him in death.

That would be a mercy, really; a blessing.

Instead, Harry and the Dark Lord grin at one another, equally unamused.

Safe - (Snarry, E, 6k.) Updated with chapter 2/final chapter. Dead dove. Harry is sure of a lot of things, until he isn't.

“I’m fine,” Harry says yet again, but he smiles all the same. Turns his head for a kiss that Severus instantly grants. Soft. Tender. Loving. Harry feels like he should be annoyed, but isn’t.

Maybe he does need soft sometimes. And maybe it’s okay to let Severus take care of him. Maybe it’s okay to not be okay. To need this. Severus is happy enough to provide it. And Harry loves his care as much as he loves his cruelty.

Free Falling - (Ginmione, T, 200.) Tumblr prompt. Hermione faces her fear of flying to spend time with Ginny.

They’re falling, falling – she’s falling –

Ginny catches them, pulling out of the dive before they crash into the earth. Hermione burrows her face into Ginny’s neck and huffs out a hysterical giggle.

🕸️ October

Red All Over - (Gwenevera, E, 1k.) Written for Kinktober. It’s that time of the month. You know. The time for sex. OR: Gwenog & Ginny celebrate the Harpies' latest win the best way they know how.

She is flayed open. Freer than she’s ever been. The world is sharp and bright. All of the secrets of her soul exposed, cradled safely between their bodies.

Eventually, Gwen suggests a shower, and Ginny huddles closer in response. She isn’t ready to face reality just yet. Isn’t ready to break this fragile perfection. It takes quiet praise and playful teasing to coax her down to earth. But it is Gwen’s deft fingers dancing down her ribs that finishes the job. Ginny yelps and jerks up to slap Gwen’s arm. Gwen only laughs and tugs Ginny back down.

Blue Velvet - (Snarry, Snarryus, 3k.) Written for Kinktober. Snarryus is Harry/Scorpius/Severus btw. Please forgive my undying love for portmanteaus. Scorpius wants Harry. Harry wants Scorpius. All Severus wants is for Harry to be happy (damn him.)

They are priceless luxury. Their radiance calls to Severus’ greed. The heat of his arousal does not touch the cold within. Severus touches himself, and hates himself.

Stop. Don’t. He should have put an end to this farce before it began. Harry is his, body and soul; it matters not how lovely and lovable his toy is.

Of course Harry wants him. Look at him. One taste will not be enough. But this is as much punishment as gift. Let Harry have his desires, and ruin all they’ve built. Let the blond slut wreck their lives. This is the price of Harry’s covetousness; the price of Severus’ possession.

Chain Reaction of Countermoves - (Snarry, E, 2k.) Written for Kinktober. Sequel to last year's Kinktober fic Clandestine Meetings & Stolen Stares. Harry’s had enough detentions with Headmaster Snape, hasn’t he? Now he has to meet him after graduation, too? Or: Graduation doesn’t come soon enough, but come it does.

“You didn’t bring me here for a drink,” Harry tells him, and snatches the bottle as Severus reaches for it.

“I didn’t bring you here at all,” Severus mutters darkly.

Harry snorts. A case of semantics won’t distract Harry, not now. Too far he’s come, too long he’s waited. The words that have clogged his throat all year burst forth — for a moment his mouth is overfull, and clumsy, so accustomed to holding back, and so afraid to confess — but the dam finally breaks, and he says, “You know I love you, don’t you?”

#my year in fic 2022 #danpuff fics #danpuff writes #snarry #rare pairs #cw incest #cw dead dove #tag game

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nobedofroses · 1 year

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December 31

pairing: Jack Daniels x reader

warnings: fluff and references to sex

words: 458

a/n: Jack is silly and sweet. can’t believe it’s been a whole month, thank you @toomanystoriessolittletime for setting this up and Happy New Year everyone 🎆🎇!!

Last, Full List, More Jack

🏔🏔🏔

“Are you sure we’re gonna have enough time to get there, darlin’,” Jack asked you, grabbing onto your sleeve and tugging gently.

You shook him off and kept packing the little cooler with food and drinks, “Baby, we’ve got plenty of time, it’s barely even 10:00.”

Jack looked a little sheepish, “I just don’t wanna miss anything, you know.”

Smiling, you told him, “I know, sweetie. Now I’ve got the snacks covered, why don’t you grab whatever else we need, huh? Then we can get on the road quicker.”

He nodded and set off, walking quickly throughout the house and bringing things back to the kitchen table, piling them on top. Soon there was a pretty large pile, but you trusted that what he was getting would be at least somewhat relevant if not useful.

You ended up done around the same time, and you reached your arms for him, “Look, baby, 10:2o and we’re done.”

Jack came over to you and held you close, giving you a quick kiss as an acknowledgement that you were right. “I looked it up too, it’s only a fifteen minute drive from here.”

“Okay, so do you wanna head now? We’ll be sitting in the car for over an hour, though.”

“Well,” Jack tilted his head and his hands started sliding slowly down from your waist. “Maybe we should leave around 11:00 to make sure we get a good spot to watch the fireworks.”

“Uh huh,” you said, leaning further into him and arching your back to encourage his hands in their downward journey. “And what do you think we should do with our free 40 minutes, baby?”

Jack leaned his head and kissed your neck, murmuring in your ear, “I can make you cum.”

“Oh? Just me?” you asked with a smile.

“Well, and then you would make me cum,” he added, nipping at your pulse point for your cheekiness.

“I guess that’s only fair. Then we should get started baby, don’t you think?” you pulled away and started walking to the bedroom, Jack hurrying along behind you.

___

It turned out that you had time enough for Jack to give you two orgasms (you would’ve done the same for him except for that pesky refractory period).

And you got a very good spot for viewing the fireworks. A great view, but a little bit tucked away just in case you were feeling a little affectionate and needed some privacy. Thank goodness for tinted windows. Although you would have to remember to be quiet.

With your tiny bottles of champagne and a mini charcuterie board and cookies, and of course the fireworks show, you were sure to have a wonderful New Year’s countdown with your wonderful husband.

🏔🏔🏔

#jack daniels x reader #jack daniels #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #fluff #smut #ish #blurb #nobedofroses #snowy fics 22 #stephsdecemberwritingchallenge

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 5 months

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@galactic-pirates thanks so much for the tag!! ❤️❤️❤️

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

77, currently. Participating in my first October in fandom really boosted my numbers. Most are Stargate SG-1 stories.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

400,661.

I thought it would actually be higher, but I've only been on AO3 since May of this year, so...

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sanctuary (22) and Stargate SG-1 (53) , currently. My two favorite fandoms and I'm really trying to boost my Sanctuary numbers since I've burst on to the scene of a such a small fandom I love.

I have written an X-Files story, but I don't plan on writing more.

I did write for Fantastic Beasts (3) a few years ago and posted my old works because I was proud of my writing, but I'm not currently in that fandom.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Flufftober really changed my numbers, so this is my brand-new tally. All of them are Sam/Jack one-shots. (Hence the short summaries)

One Snowy Day (Stargate SG-1, Flufftober) - 53

Off-planet, Sam comes down with a cold.

Two Kinds of Sparks (Stargate SG-1, Tumblr request) - 52

Sam Carter owns her own mechanic shop, struggling to get by. Her day gets a lot more interesting when a mystery man comes into her shop for repairs.

One Rainy Day (Stargate SG-1, Flufftober) - 51

On a rainy day off-planet, Sam and Jack hang out in a tent.

Blue Jell-O (Stargate SG-1, Flufftober) - 48

Five times Jack didn't eat blue jell-o and one time he did.

Oops (Stargate SG-1, Flufftober) - 46

Sam accidentally injures Jack.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

My policy is always to respond to comments, because I very much appreciate getting them and want to express my gratitude to the people who took the time to leave a comment.

My one, new exception is one particular user. I've started ignoring them after seeing they were continuing toxic behavior (that I didn't recognize when it was aimed towards me) towards a fellow writer and friend. (I will elaborate under the hate question)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oof, I write a lot of angst and whump, but I try not to leave off with an angsty ending and I have a lot of on-going stories that aren't going to have 'happy' endings when I get there. Hmm....

I'd have to say right now it would have to be 'You Said You'd Never Leave' (Sanctuary), because that involved canonical whump and angst. 'The Last of the Tau'ri' (Stargate SG-1) probably also counts, but since it was a crossover/rewrite based off 'The Last of Us' with the characters, I don't count it as being *my* ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Here comes this question right after Flufftober. Ha! (I now have many fluff endings).

Probably 'To Love is to Hurt' (Fantastic Beasts), but I'm a little reluctant on that one, though it does involve fluff, healing, and a baby.

'First Night' (Sanctuary) involves so much family feels, though, I have to slip that one in there too.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Now this is complicated. I once had a reader tell me they wanted to block me for my story 'Laundry Day' because I disgusted them.

Other than that, as I previously mentioned, I have had problems with a toxic reader/commentor. They have (sometimes) told me I did good on a story, but then immediately try to tie each Sanctuary story into their precise view of canon, and correct me when I didn't fall into that, editing their comments upwards of a dozen times.

They used language such as 'I was surprised by this, but I'm okay with it' and 'I thought you put this in here because you just really liked this in Sanctuary, not because it lined up with the crossover' and 'You have become repetitive in your dynamic' followed by 'You have succeeded in surpassing your roadblock' on the next chapter.

So, it wasn't *hate* precisely, but most definitely very toxic/bullying behavior that I didn't recognize until I wanted to explode in defense of a friend.

9. Do you write smut?

Nope. I wouldn't know where to start.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes, I do!

My story 'Come Now, Little One...' (Stargate SG-1/Sanctuary) is a story about Sam Carter being Helen Magnus's biological daughter and being raised in the Sanctuary Network before joining the SGC.

'Tesla's Moving Castle' is a Sanctuary/Howl's Moving Castle crossover that is so much fun.

'The Abnormal X-File' (Sanctuary/The X-Files) is about Mulder and Scully discovering the Five and the Sanctuary Network.

I have many other ideas I haven't gotten down yet.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No that I am aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but I would love to do so in my chosen fandoms with authors I'm familiar with/are familiar with me!

My sometimes-beta has proposed co-writing, though, so it may happen sometime soon.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Probably Sam/Jack if you look at my works. They're great. But I also refuse to choose between Helen/John and Helen/Nikola because they are great for different reasons. I'm actually new to shipping, so I stand by these for the moment.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

I don't publish without being certain I'm going to finish, so...probably my unpublished WIP about Sam Carter and Jonas Hansen, because I really don't know how to write that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I would have to say my determination to finish my stories is probably my biggest strength. I've abandoned many (original) works in the past and I don't want to continue that, so I keep going, even when it's very hard.

I'm also pretty good at angst and whump and have lots of ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

A lot.

I struggle with description of emotions and background, to the point where I'm always afraid my stories are lacking even when I'm very happy with them.

Fluff has been difficult for me (hence my undertaking of Flufftober) and I always feel my happy writing is forced.

I also overthink far too much.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've sprinkled in a little bit and I would love to do it more, but I don't have access to anything other than Google Translate for most languages, so I'm hesitant to do so because I don't want to be wrong or disrespectful.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior Cats. I never have (and never will) publish anything for it and I wrote it before I knew fanfiction was even a thing. I was a kid and obsessed with the battle kitties. I must have been around 10 at the time.

The first fandom I knowingly wrote a fanfiction for was Fantastic Beasts after the second movie was released.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Cruel to make me choose. 'The Abnormal X-File' is one of the pieces I'm proudest of, so it falls there because I'm rarely so proud of my writing. 'Bleeding Through the Blue' (Sanctuary, WIP) and 'Mind Over Matter' (Stargate SG-1, WIP) also fall in there.

Tagging @electricrogue, @wittywallflower, @lanistas, @misscrazyfangirl321, and @tina-mairin-goldstein

The questions!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fic?

9. Do you write smut?

10. Do you write crossovers?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

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