#the mistletoe scene will live in my heart forever
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The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy
CHAPTER 14 - ENDING
Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)
Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N
Words: 10K
Author's Note: Well! This is it! I'll be honest, I may write some epilogues, detailing the wedding and possibly kids and stuff like that cause I am legit obsessed with the dynamic Leon and the reader have and I'm not sure I'm ready for it to be over.
Thanks to anyone who read, commented, like, ANYTHING on this! It means the world to me! Also anyone from AO3 who came over to comment or anything like that! I love you!
THIS CHAPTER HAS SMUT
Masterlist
January 2005
Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don’t wanna do this now
There’s just inches in between us
I want you to give in, I want you to give in
There is tension in between us
I just wanna give in
And I don’t care if I’m forgiven
-Shameless, Camila Cabello
He’s late. This isn’t the ‘traffic was bad’ late. It’s ‘someone is going to show up at your door with a KIA notice’ late. The anxiety has been eating me alive for the past 3 days.
The first day was fine. He’s been that late before. The second day is when it began. The twisting in my gut as I checked my phone to see nothing. The gnawing sensation that crawled up my spine every time someone walked into the infirmary that wasn’t him. The squeeze of my heart at footsteps in the hallway that walked right past.
Then the fourth day rolled around. I felt sick, physically. Barely able to eat anything other than a mandatory protein shake that Dr. Dalton practically poured down my throat himself, soft reassurances of ‘I’m sure he’s fine, sweetheart.’ Sweetheart. The term of endearment that Leon had called me so many times made my ears twitch in confusion at hearing it in a tone that wasn’t Leon’s. Shaking hands. This is how it feels to love someon- No. This is how it feels to love Leon. I’m sure Lilian doesn’t feel this way when Jasper is late coming home. He was supposed to be home 4 days ago. He sounded exhausted when he called, saying everything was okay - that he was okay - and that he would be home the next day. That was 5 days ago.
“You alright?” Thomas, the new medical intern asks, his dark brown eyes shining with affection. He had asked me on a date a week and a half ago, the day before Leon left. I agreed, feeling guilty saying no to the first man who had asked me on a date in years. I can’t wait on Leon forever, right? Deep down, I knew it was wrong to agree to a date when I was so deeply infatuated with someone else, but he looked so excited. So proud of himself for working up the courage to ask. Maybe there was a part of me that liked the idea of someone wanting me. Wishing for me the same way I wish for a man who views me as nothing more than his best friend.
I have done plenty of dumb shit in my life. Who hasn’t? But this? This is a new level of stupid.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I mumble into my wine glass, red lipstick smudging slightly across the rim. The restaurant was lively around us, with waiters and patrons flitting around through tables of deep mahogany. The food was delicious, or at least it smelt that way as it passed by our table.
Thomas is being overly patient. He hasn’t asked why we’re our on third glasses of wine, yet still have yet to move past the toasted bread that arrived when we sat down. My tight black cocktail dress feels too scratchy on my skin despite the reason that I bought it being that it was made of soft velvet. My shoes dig into my ankles uncomfortably, forcing me to shift my feet continuously to relieve the irritating bite.
“Dr. Dalton told me about your friend.” I jerk my head to him like he slapped me, guilt and shame beginning to practically leak from my eyes in the form of tears. You’ll ruin your makeup, stop. “I get why you’re worried. Maybe we should reschedule? For when he’s home?”
‘Sweetheart, you're making the air around you vibrate with the sheer force of your anxiety. You need to calm the fuck down.’ I can practically hear Leon’s voice in my ears. Thomas is nice. Leon would never allow me to be this anxious, he’d make fun of me until I couldn’t remember why I can feel the sweat pooling against the pits of my dress. I nod, noting how rude it is that I’m comparing a date to my best friend.
“Yeah, that’d be good.” He gets the bill, and while I offer to help, he refuses. A gentleman.
‘No way, sweetheart, I do have some manners.’
Get out of my head. Please, Leon.
The drive is short, and while I assure him that I’m alright, Thomas insists on walking me all the way to my door. I unlock it easily, turning the key and flipping on the light, muscles tense and tight with poorly contained anxiety.
“I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” He asks, almost like he doesn’t know how else to end the evening as I turn to say goodnight.
“I’m off tomorrow, but the day after, absolutely.”
“Oh okay, well then I’ll-” He stops, glancing behind me, confusion etched on his features. I whirl around, fight or flight ready to force a reaction from me. Holy fuck.
“Leon?” I practically cry, rushing into his arms and wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I barely notice the sound of the door closing, my date for the evening clearly getting the memo of ‘time to go.’ Leon’s arms come around my waist, a soft touch that isn’t like him. Preparing to be lifted like usual, but nothing like usual happens. He pulls away instead. He backs up, quickly taking notice of my clothing choice before crossing his arms across his chest. “Are you okay? You were supposed to be home 4 days ago.”
“I’m fine,” he practically huffs, turning to walk back toward his room. I reach forward, fingers landing in the crook of his elbow to catch his attention but he pulls away.
“Leon, what the hell?” I demand, frustration rising. Maybe he’s just tired?
“Don’t worry about it,” he states, pulling himself from my grip with a sigh of my name. Not Nurse Nosy. Not Sweetheart. My name. I feel anger bubble up in my chest. I spent days worrying about him, and he can’t even let me at least check him for injuries? He won’t even let me touch him. I’m aggressively reminded of a time when he shut himself off at the slightest push in a direction he didn’t like. It builds with every step he takes down the hallway, into his room.
“I was worried sick about you.” Leon stops. He’s still wearing his boots, his black cargo pants, and a tight compression shirt that is torn in multiple places. Those black fingerless gloves. His watch. His blonde hair is greasy, stringy. He hasn’t even showered yet. I hear him scoff before he turns, hands tucked into his pockets as if his face wasn’t burning with irritation as he looks at me.
“Yeah, I’m sure. You seemed so concerned.” He gestures in the direction of the front door with his eyes. Oh no. Abso-fucking-lutely not.
“I had him bring me home early because I didn’t feel right being on a date when I was practically sick with worry.” I’m gesturing wildly with my hands now, my internal temperature rising at least a few degrees with how wound up I am. Another scoff.
“Yeah, sure.” He turns away again.
“You know what, no.” Another pause was followed by a halting in his tracks. The tension in his shoulders could shatter his bones if he tried hard enough.
“No?” He hasn’t turned to look at me, but I suppose part of me is grateful for that, knowing I may lose my nerve if he looks at me like a kicked puppy.
“No. Since when do you care? I haven’t been on a date in years. Why do you suddenly care now?” I’m yelling by this point. If everyone had a threshold like a cup, mine would be overflowing with bubbling red heat. He does not get to take this shit out on me.
“I have always cared!” His tone matches mine and his eyes burn with a fury I have never seen as he whips around to face me. Nails press into his gloves, digging into the leather, presumably leaving tiny crescents in their wake.
“No, you haven’t! It was easy to not be pissed when I was always home. Always here when you got back to greet you with a hug and a smile. But now that I have things to do, suddenly now you care.” We’re gonna get a noise complaint.
“Yes I fucking have, I have always cared. You just weren’t paying enough attention to see it!” Leon points an accusatory finger at me, and it feels like a literal jab in the chest despite him being almost 6 feet away. I laugh as if this situation is amusing. As if my heart isn’t breaking.
“Please, enlighten me then Agent Kennedy, as to what exactly I’ve missed, since clearly, not everyone is as perceptive as you are.” It’s a low blow, calling him by his title, but I’m fuming so much I’m surprised steam isn’t blowing out of my ears. His slight recoil is almost enough to make me apologize. Almost.
“Don’t do that.” He sounds small. Fuck. I want to hug him, apologize for screaming at him before he has even had a chance to change his clothes and shower. But I can’t. I can’t do this anymore.
“Don’t what?” I’m riding on this wave of red, fists twisting in the soft velvet of my dress.
“Don’t Agent Kennedy me,” he utters before he brushes it off, like flipping a switch. “You know what, I’m not doing this tonight, I’m exhausted. Go makeout with whats-his-face.” That’s it.
“Excuse me? What kind of person do you think I am, dickhead?”
“Oh, you didn’t wanna shove your tongue down his throat?” He feigns surprise, a hand pressed against his chest. I have never wanted to hit someone. Ever. But right now? I want to deck him.
“I wanted to be around you! I missed you!” I’m screaming again, and I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Fuck my makeup. He clicks his tongue, and it feels more like a taunt.
“Well, you should have been home earlier then.”
“Why the hell are you punishing me? I was worried sick the entire time you were gone, especially these past few days of radio silence!” His tone is condescending as if he’s riding some high horse.
“I’m sure it was so difficult for you. Next time, I’ll send a postcard.” He has no clue how it feels. So tell him.
“Do you have any idea what it’s like?” My tone is calmer, fury burning just below the surface of my skin like some virus, ready to raise the fever. Leon’s lips part to respond, but I don’t let him. “Every knock on that door when you’re gone scares the shit outta me because I’m expecting it to be some suit, telling me that you’re dead or worse. I get that what you do isn’t easy, but don’t try to make me feel guilty when all I ever did was worry about you.” My words have an effect on him, his demeanor shifting from one of defense and attack to… almost regret, it seems.
“I never meant to worry you, but you knew what you signed up for when you asked me to move in.” Leon’s tone has shifted. We’re no longer screaming at each other but with the barely-held-together emotions running rampant in the room, I can’t tell if this is better or worse than when we were screaming.
“You’re right. I did,” I concede, and for a second, his blues show a flash of confusion. “But I didn’t sign up to be punished for trying to live my life.”
“I’m not punishing you-” His tone is rising again as he rotates his body to face away from me, not entirely turned. He’s facing my bedroom door.
“Yes, you fucking are, Leon! Why are you so mad about me going on a date? Is it cause you don’t have time to go on one of your own?” It’s the only logical reason I can think of as to why he’s so angry. We’re screaming again.
“Because I don’t want you going on dates!” The words slam into me, turning the tidal wave of rage into a puddle. Not a big one either. The kind that you can step in with sneakers on and your socks won’t even get wet. It leaves a dark pit of bewilderment in its wake. Complete and utter confusion.
“Why?” He’s silent. Leather-covered palms press into his eyes as he huffs in frustration. He wants me to leave it alone. Wants me to back off, letting him close back into himself, where he thinks no one can find him. Where no one can hurt him. “Leon. Why don’t you want me going on dates?” His hands drop to his waist as he spins on his heel once again, and I’m floored by the intensity in his eyes. There’s almost no blue left, or at least it seems that way from where I’m standing.
“Don’t make me say it.” There’s that smallness. The look of begging. Pleading.
“Leon…” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish.
“I’m asking you to drop it.” JUST FUCKING TALK TO ME. LET ME IN.
“No! I’m not dropping it! What the fuck do you mean?” He laughs, a full-blown sound that rings out almost maliciously as his whole body practically moves with it.
“Wow! The return of Nurse Nosy.” Fucking. Dickhead. “Never saw that one coming.”
“Fine,” I deadpan, moving toward him and turning into my room, attempting to close the door. His hand presses against the wood, forcing it to remain open, fuming bodies only a couple of feet apart now.
“What the hell are you doing?” Oh, so when he walks away, I’m the bitch. But when it’s me, I’m still the bitch.
“I’m going to bed, asshole.” I put every ounce of strength into shoving the door, but his arm holds steady. Easily.
“We’re not done.”
“Yes, we fucking are. You made that crystal clear.” Another attempt. Another failed attempt. The tears are blurring my vision, finally seeing an opportunity to pour in the privacy of my room. Away from his terrifyingly focused blue gaze.
“Would you just come back out here and talk to me?” He has no right to ask me that.
“Why?” My voice breaks on the word, and for the first time, it’s like he finally sees how I feel as his hardened features soften. How my heart is breaking and it’s spilling out from my eyes into his waiting palms. “So you can be pissed at me some more?” With his other hand, he runs his hands through his hair, touseling it even more in frustration, and while he’s not looking at me, it’s clear he’s at war with himself. “So you can make me feel like shit even more?”
“Because I love you, damn it!” He shouts again, and the tone causes me to flinch before it sluggishly catches up. He…
“What?”
“You heard me,” he admits, cheeks stained bright crimson at the admission. “So would you please just-” The words he was saying are long forgotten as I rush forward, cold hands on either side of his face and tugging him in. I love you, the words bounce around in my skull as my lips collide with his, and for a moment, he seems surprised. It only takes that long for him to catch up. Palms find my hips, pulling me flush against his warm chest, against his hammering heart. He tastes like spearmint, his lips refusing to relent until we pull back for air, foreheads pressed together, noses brushing as labored breaths pass between our now-red lips and my cheeks are wet with tears. Those ocean eyes look at me like the light spills from them, lighting his way home. A small giggle breaks the silent air, the heavy breaths.
“I pour my heart out to you and you laugh?” He mumbles, but I can practically hear the smile in his voice as I giggle again. “What’s so funny?”
“You stink.” He laughs. The sweet kind, like cold lemonade on a hot day. The kind that makes butterflies swirl inside your stomach to the point of painting your face with an unmovable grin.
“Well, someone interrupted me as I was on my way to my post-mission shower,” he teases, planting another tender kiss across my lips like he can’t get enough of them. My hands slide over his shoulders, cupping the back of his neck as I nose along the line of his jaw.
“I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you, Agent Kennedy?” The question is much more sultry than intended, my racing heart making me feel practically breathless. Leon’s eyes narrow at the nickname in mock irritation - especially because he specifically told me not to use it months ago - smile still evident as his arm drapes over the small of my back to hold my other hip, if only to add more points of contact. I’m expecting a ‘make me something to eat please?’ or maybe even a ‘kiss me more’. I am not, however, expecting his next words.
“Take it with me?”
“What?” I giggle through the question, wondering how the hell he manages to exude confidence even in situations like this, his finger pressing my chin up until our eyes lock.
“You heard me.” He repeats his earlier phrase like this single sentence holds all the power between us, and maybe it does. “Take my post-mission shower with me.” My face heats up again, and I finally understand the look he’d give me when he’d get a reaction out of me. The amusement. The pride. He wasn’t proud because he got a reaction. He was proud because it gave him hope. Hope that one day, he could kiss me like this. I can’t stop the way my eyes drop to the floor, only for him to clear his throat, drawing my attention back to him. To his lips. To those damn ocean eyes.
“Lead the way, Superman.”
“Oh, I will.” Chapped lips smushing back onto mine, muffling the squeal that rips from my chest. The leather of his fingerless gloves glide over my exposed thighs, gripping them before mumbling ‘jump’ right into my mouth, and who am I to argue with a government agent? My thighs wrap tightly around his trim waist, fingers pressing into the flesh there as Leon begins to walk, presumably carrying us to the bathroom, but for all I know, he could be walking us out into the snow. My mind is far too preoccupied with running my tongue along the seam of his lips, tasting the bitter tang of the nightcap he had, which now lies unfinished on the living room coffee table.
My back hits the wall, sandwiched between his warm chest and the chill of the painted sheetrock. A hand - I couldn’t tell you whose - reaches to flip on the bathroom light before he carries us in, closing the door before I feel the chilly countertop beneath my ass. Leaving one last kiss on my swollen lips, he pulls away - taking his warmth with him - chuckling at the small sound of disapproval leaves my lips.
“What are you-”
“Relax, I’m just turning on the shower, sunshine.” It’s hard not to stare, taking notice of the smattering of scratches that litter his arms as he reaches in to flip the water on.
“Sunshine?” I question teasingly, pressing my palms to the granite surface and leaning forward, head tilting to the side in curiosity.
“Yeah,” he smirks, removing his gloves and tossing them onto the tile flooring so he can check the temperature of the falling water. “You’ve always been this… Light in the dark for me. So ‘Sunshine’ seems fitting.” Leon’s not looking at me, but his cheeks are pink again. He must be satisfied with the temperature because he pulls back to finally meet my eyes again, stepping back up to where I’m perched. “Have I mentioned how sexy you look in this dress?” He mumbles, his lips skimming the skin of my throat in soft bites and kisses.
“You haven’t.” My words come out in a breathless gasp, his hands sliding up my thighs - barely grazing the bottom hem of the black velvet fabric - massaging the flesh in his grip.
“Well, I should have,” he growls. Holy fucking shit. That’s a sound I never thought I’d hear. “Maybe you wouldn’t have gone on that date if I had.”
“I definitely wouldn’t have,” I tease, fingertips moving to climb under the fabric of his compression shirt, desperate to explore his form in ways I have never been allowed to until this moment.
“Eager, are we, sunshine?” Fucker is smirking into the kiss as if he’s faring better than I am at this moment.
“Says the one who asked me to shower with him.”
“Touché.” I grip the hem of the fabric between my digits, pushing it up his chest in an effort to rid him of it. His arms come up to aid me in my own personal mission, revealing his chest to my wandering eyes before toned arms come down on the counter on either side of my hips.
“You don’t need to be this attractive, asshole,” I murmur, almost more to myself than anything before he responds with a passionate kiss, his warm hands slipping beneath my dress to shove it above my hips, revealing a pair of lacy blue panties. A light groan spills into my mouth from him as he presses himself between my legs, hands finding the backs of my knees and yanking me forward with a yelp.
“Speak for yourself,” he argues, refusing to part from my lips for more than a second. “Fuck, can I take this fucking dress off of you?” My only reply is a nod, our foreheads tapping together because of the movement. Leon doesn’t waste another second, gripping the soft fabric and pulling it over my head without hesitation, and his eyes widen at the sight of the bra, lacy and matching perfectly with the panties. “You’re trying to kill me,” he whispers, eyes raking down my figure before I begin squirming anxiously. The room is full of steam by now, the mirror behind me completely covered and his creamy skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
“Maybe we should actually shower instead of you just staring at me?” I suggest with a nervous giggle. He finally looks back up at me, and I notice the blues in his eyes are slowly slimming, his pupils dilating.
“I think that’s a great idea.” Hands skim across my back to easily unclip my bra, tugging it down my arms until it joins his shirt in a pile on the floor, my panties soon following, leaving me completely exposed before him. This adonis of a man is looking at me like I’m the most precious piece of art he’s ever laid his eyes on.
“Feels a little unfair, don’t you think?” My arms come up to cover my chest. No one has looked at me in this state in a long time.
“Don’t,” he coaxes, grabbing my hands to rest them against his shoulders, leaning in to nuzzle into my neck and jaw again. “Please don’t hide from me. You’re gorgeous.” I hear a clinking before feeling his shoulders shift beneath my palms, undoing his belt - I assume - and then I hear his pants hit the floor, although it’s barely audible over the pattering of the water against the shower curtain. Leon takes a slow step back, holding my hands to help me down from the countertop before practically dragging me into the warm stream of water. I can’t help as my gaze drifts down, taking in the wet ridges of his abs, to the v of his hips, and down until his voice forces my eyes back up in embarrassment.
“My eyes are up here, baby.” He closes the shower curtain with a teasing smile.
“Sorry.” My voice is shaking.
“Sunshine,” he soothes, hands finding my hips to pull me against his body in what was supposed to be a comforting hug. It quickly dissipates into anything but as I feel his hard length against my stomach, slick practically dripping from my center by this point. “You’re fine. I’m teasing you.”
“Well, you did always say I was easy to tease,” I mumble into his chest, using his embrace as an excuse to hide my blush.
“That you are, sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my now-wet hair. “Although I do actually need to shower.” Reaching for his shampoo while still keeping an arm locked around me, I take a deep breath before taking it from him.
“Can I wash your hair?” I question, looking up at him through my lashes.
“How could I say no to that?” Leaning down so it’s easier for me to reach him, I pour the pine-scented shampoo into my palm, rubbing them together before lathering the soap into his scalp. The agent releases a string of curses and groans as I massage his head, knowing from experience that he really enjoys it. Shifting around so that his head is under the water, I rinse the suds from his blonde locks, a soft smile pulling at my lips.
“Maybe this should be the new tradition.” The words are said without thought, falling from my lips.
“What?”
“Me taking your post-mission shower with you.” Fingers tighten around my waist as a small grunt departs from his throat, sounding more like it came from his chest.
“That sounds perfect.” He’s breathless. “Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” Wet lips pressing to mine, hands gripping my thighs and lifting, not even prompting me to jump as I’m brought against his body, trapping his cock between us. A jolt runs through my spine like lightning at the sensation and my back hits the cold shower wall, thighs tightening around Leon’s waist.
“Impatient, are we Superman?” It’s mumbled into his mouth and I can feel his smile in response.
“Take one look at you, and tell me I shouldn’t be impatient.”
“Maybe not in the shower though?” I giggle, and the chill sets in as the water begins to run cold.
“Maybe not,” he says with his own chuckle, dropping my feet to the floor before steadying me, the floor slick as he moves to switch off the brisk water from falling on my bare shoulders. His arm comes around them to tug me close to his chest, the heat radiating off of him creating a heat wave in the middle of January. With a goofy smile, I lean out and grab a towel from where it hangs before throwing it over his head.
“I think pink is a good color for you, Superman.” Damp blonde locks emerge from the pink fabric with a cacophony of light chuckles and shy smiles filling the room.
“Yeah? I think it looks much better on you, sweetheart.” The cockiness has returned to his tone, and I roll my eyes at his shifted behavior.
“Oh really? And what makes you say that?” I sass, ready to take him on. In more ways than one.
“Cause it’s the prettiest color I could turn your cheeks.” His tone sends heat straight to my core as he steps forward, the pink towel wrapped around his neck, inches between our noses.
“We both know you can easily make me blush. This isn’t new info, Leon.” Don’t back down from this.
“You’re right. It’s really easy.” Leon brings the towel over his head to wrap it around my back. The gesture seems sweet. For a minute. Tugging on the towel, it forces my chest against his, wet skin sliding against wet skin. “I fully intend to make you turn every shade of pink tonight.” And then he’s picking me up again. Holding me is easy for him, with years of strength training proving to be useful for pleasurable purposes as well as he carries me into my - Our bedroom? - I’ll need to ask him about that, I suppose. As my mind wanders, the agent doesn’t hesitate to throw me unceremoniously onto my - our bed, a small yelp leaving my throat at the sudden drop.
“Leon you can’t just throw me around!”
“See, I think you like it.” He mutters, voice dropping into a lower octave, gravely and rough as he rests his weight onto his hands - which are on either side of my head. “I think you like how much stronger I am. I think it gets you going, baby.”
“Is that so?” I say, voice shaking with barely contained arousal, and Leon being, well Leon, knows this. With a nod, he presses his lips to the column of my throat, sucking a smattering of red marks onto the skin. My teeth clamp over my bottom lip, muffling the sounds that threaten to leave my voicebox, but clearly, Leon has other ideas. His hand presses to my jaw before his thumb caresses my chin, applying light pressure until my lip slips from between my teeth.
“Don’t hide any of those sounds from me, gorgeous,” he commands, and I’m reminded of his position in his career. The power he holds at the young age of 27. I nod in his hold, goosebumps prickling across my skin as he nips at my tender skin. His name leaves my lips in a muffled whimper; hands tracing soft patterns into my arms before his lips dance across my collarbone, his teeth pressing into the bone as a quick gasp breaks from my mouth. “Good girl.”
“Leon,” I whimper as his mouth drags lower, pressing soft kisses to my sternum, between my boobs as I lace my fingers through his blonde locks. “You can’t just say that.”
“Aww, why not, sunshine?” He teases, his hot breath teasing across my pebbled nipple, his warm hand coming down to cover the neglected breast. He looks up, as if he’s waiting for something. “Can I?” I nod, his blue eyes practically swallowed up by the dark pupil that swells in his arousal.
“Yeah.” The word is a breath released into the quickly cooling air. It’s all he needs before his warm lips close around the nub, suckling gently before his tongue swirls over it. I gasp, back arching slightly as my eyes squeeze shut, fingers tightening in his hair as he releases a small groan against my flesh.
“Fuck, you’re so sensitive,” he mumbles against my skin, almost to himself before his lips seal again, tonguing it before switching to the other nipple. “Can I taste you?” His tone is almost desperate. It takes my mind a moment to catch up to what he means before I nod with a mumbled ‘please’.
He doesn’t waste another second, planting wet kisses down my stomach, licking and suckling as he goes solely to illicit reactions from me, which leave him chuckling against my flesh.
“Leon-”
“Shhh, sweetheart,” he hushes, pulling my thighs apart easily as he settles between them, lips and teeth grazing across my inner thigh before giving the other the same treatment until I can practically feel myself dripping onto the mattress below me. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this…”
“Really?” I find myself asking as my heart thumps against my chest. He’s thought about this?
“God, you have no idea what you do to me, do you, baby girl?” He sighs, nosing along the length of my thigh. I can’t stop my fingers from involuntarily twitching, giving his locks an accidental tug.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s okay, baby. I like knowing how good I’m making you feel.” His blue eyes focus on mine, and I almost pass out at the sight of his damp blonde hair sticking to his forehead, naked shoulders that have my thighs thrown over them haphazardly as he licks his chapped lips. “Tell me this is okay.”
“Please, Leon…” The words come out as a whimper (I didn’t even realize I could whimper), and for a split second, I doubt I have ever been this desperate for anything.
“Good girl,” he whispers, breath tickling against my core and I can barely contain my groan before a squeak rips from my throat, his tongue running a hot stripe across my sex. Well, that’s a new feeling.
“God-” I yelp, squeezing my eyes shut as shivers run up my spine. Leon chuckles against me, tongue plunging into my opening to drink straight from the source before he pulls back to speak.
“Just me, sunshine.” I roll my eyes, laughing just a bit before the agent’s lips seal around my clit, sucking enough to tug the chord in my spine taunt, my back bending as my fingers tighten. Leon groans at the gentle tightening of his damp hair, the vibration traveling straight into my core. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
“Leon, please just… Please kiss me…” I whimper as I attempt to bring him back up, but he holds firm before dropping wet kisses to my clit, ending each kiss with a light suckle. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You didn’t clarify. I’m giving you kisses, just like you asked.” His smirk is practically audible as he plants more smooches, despite my protests and groans. Fingers gently prod at my entrance, and I can’t help but tense. “Do you wanna stop, sweetheart?”
“No!” I answer, almost too quickly, and the feeling of his smile presses against my thigh before he covers it with licks and bites.
“Then relax,” he assures, hand running soothing circles over any skin he can reach. It takes another moment of his tongue twirling around my nub before I loosen my muscles enough for a thick digit to slowly press inside my heat. “Good girl.” Fuck that should not be a turn on. “Oh you do like that,” he whispers, almost to himself as I tighten around his finger. He picks a leisurely pace to thrust his finger in, basking in each sound he pulls from my lungs before he adds a second, following the same treatment, stretching me to accommodate his length.
“Leon, fuck I can’t…”
“Don’t challenge me, sweetheart. I’m not moving from this spot until you come around my fingers,” he mumbles into my core, fingers moving faster as his mouth works double time on my clit until the white-hot heat rips through me and I come with a high-pitched squeak. My muscles relax one by one, both of his hands rubbing soothing patterns over my skin as I come down from my high with breathless pants, and I realize I barely felt him remove his fingers.
“It should be illegal for you to be that good at that,” I mumble with a breathless giggle, and he chuckles as he leans up, wiping his lips and chin with his arm before pressing his lips back to mine. I can taste myself as his tongue prods against mine for a brief second.
“I’m gonna be spending a lot of time down there, sunshine,” he whispers into my ear as he grips my thighs, pulling them tight around his waist and I gasp at the feeling of him pressing against my pubic bone. “If you want to stop, we can,” he mumbles against my mouth. I shake my head aggressively.
“No, I’m fine.” The offer warms my heart though. “I’ve waited too long for you already.”
“Me too.” He doesn’t hesitate to move toward me, rutting himself against my heat with a groan of his own. He reaches down, leaning all his weight down on one arm, pressing himself against my slick opening before stopping, looking at me with a look that screams ‘Are you sure?’ My answer comes in the form of kissing him again, and he chuckles against my mouth. I’ll never get tired of this.
With the reassurances out of the way, his hips shift, pressing himself forward and my fingers tighten in his hair at the slight intrusion. “Are you okay, sunshine?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” I whisper, breath tickling his lips.
“Are you sure you want to keep going?” He practically breathes the words, trying to halt the involuntary actions of his hips that send my brain into a spiral before I have to contain the breathy laugh that threatens to ring out.
“I swear to god, Lee, if you ask me that one more time, I’m gonna…” I say with a smile, trailing off, hoping he’ll get my point, but why would I be so lucky?
“You’re gonna what, sunshine?” He whispers into my ear with a chuckle of his own and I move my arms to press against his shoulder blades as he continues his ruthless teasing. “Tell me what you’ll do, baby.”
“Fuck you, Kennedy,” I groan, throwing my head back against the pillow in frustration.
“If you insist.” It takes a moment for my brain to catch up, but it catches up fast when Leon shifts his hips, pressing himself into my tight channel with a rumbling shudder until his hips are flush against mine. He’s trembling almost as much as I am. For a moment, neither of us moves, content in our tight embrace, as close as two people can possibly be. Breathing the same breaths, hearts practically beating in sync as his arms rest on either side of my head, surrounding me in the sweet scent of him. His name falls from my lips as a shaky breath, both of our hands roaming over the others skin without barrier. I can practically feel my walls molding around the shape of his cock, content to keep him there until the sun explodes. “You’re so soft…” He whispers, almost an afterthought. “I’m gonna move, is that okay?”
“Please.” And then he shifts his hips, pulling out before plunging back in with enough momentum to force the air from my lungs, followed by a high pitched keen from the back of my throat. The pleasure radiates from my center the same way his skin radiates heat, and the sweat slicked flesh feels almost like an anchor, grounding me to him. The only thing keeping me afloat. His name falls from my mouth in a cacophony of squeals and moans, and with each sound, Leon grows more and more bold, and after a few minutes of mingling moans and increasingly wet sounds of skin on skin, his pace slows.
“I have a confession to make.” He whispers, an almost guilty look on his face as he leans up just enough for me to see the blues of his eyes.
“Oh god,” I say, palms resting on his damp pecs, anxiety flashing through my mind. “What?”
“You know that um…” He says, pausing as his cheeks flush. He’s embarrassed. “That day I came into the infirmary? With back issues?”
“Tell me you didn’t like, actually break something and I’m hurting you,” I plead, nervous jitters spreading from the tips of my toes to my fingers.
“No, god no, you’re fine,” he exclaims, leaning up until he’s resting on his hunches, cock still pressed tightly inside my body, and I inhale at the sensation of him shifting around, pressing against spots inside me that I didn’t even know I had. “I um…”
“Oh my god, spit it out please, Superman.” He chuckles at the desperation in my tone, eyebrows raising before he continues, but not before canting forward slightly to force a moan from my lips.
“Okay okay. I lied that day. I didn’t actually have any back issues,” he admits, face flushed again.
“What?” I place my hands over his as they rest on my hips, confusion painting my features. “But then why did you…”
“I wanted to see you. I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that first visit.” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “You were the first one to ask about my mental state, and while I wasn’t ready to deal with it at the time, I appreciated the concern.” I reach up, my hand cupping his jaw as I break out into a fit of giggles.
“You are so cute,” I coo, and he rolls his eyes before pressing his finger down on my clit and I jerk upward as if I’m trying to escape his touch. We both know that’s not the case.
“I’ll show you just how cute I am.” The words send a wave of heat down my spine that pool around him, practically leaking out around his cock as he begins his movements back up, blue eyes looking down on me with affection and lust. I relish in his attention with a small smile.
“Please do, Agent Kennedy.” Oh how the tables have turned. He chuckles, leaning back down to cage me in between his arms again.
“You’re in for it now, sunshine.” The tender moment has faded, lips and tongues pressed together in hot kisses as sweaty bodies move in tandem. The knot in my core tightens as my fingers squeeze around the firm muscles of his shoulders, and the sounds leaving my mouth are downright pornographic. I can barely focus on anything besides the feeling of his skin against mine, the wet sounds between us, and every word he whispers directly into my ear. “Good girl.” “Taking me so well, sunshine.” “You’re fucking perfect.” “Come with me like a good girl.” Each phrase sends a tingle across my skin, my orgasm pulled taunt until it snaps like a rubber band, and I come around him with a muffled ‘I love you’ as he follows, spilling himself inside of me with the same groaned ‘I love you’s. His weight drops for a moment before his arms tighten around me to flip us so that he doesn’t press down on me as we both try to take in much oxygen as we can with labored breaths, my cheek pressed to his rapidly rising and falling chest. “Are you okay?”
“Mhm.” I nod, eyes already drifting with the need for a rest.
“No no no, you gotta pee, sunshine.” His hand pats gently against my ass and I sleepily laugh before getting up and rushing into the bathroom to pee, pulling on my panties on my way back. I stop in the doorway, looking at him resting in bed, having flipped over onto his stomach, arms tucked under his pillow.
The chill of the air forces me back into bed quickly though, hopping over Leon to get to my side. My side. His face pressed into the soft fabric of his pillow, and I lay down on his back - practically laying on him - before running my fingers across the raised skin on his right shoulder. This was from when I patched him up for the first time.
“Will I ever get to hear the stories behind your scars?” I find myself asking in a hushed tone as if I’ll wake up from a dream if I speak too loud. I trace what was once that gash the size of my forearm with a delicate touch. Light, soft. He shifts around, moving his face out of the pillow to speak.
“Which ones do you wanna know about?” He mumbles. He’s clearly tired, but he’s humoring me, which is just like him.
“All of them,” I admit. He shivers beneath me, my digits still tracing over marred skin. I feel him huff out a laugh from his back against my cheek.
“Nurse Nosy. That’s never gonna change is it?” He teases. I gasp in mock offense, ready to retort with someone that most definitely would have been witty and clever. “That one was from an axe.” I tilt my head, confused for a moment before I realize he’s talking about the scar.
“It was an axe?” I ask skeptically, sitting up so that I’m sitting on his lower back, legs on either side of his torso bent at the knee. He nods against the pillow.
“Guy grabbed the axe from the fire emergency kit.” I look at the skin, and suddenly it feels different. It feels raw, and intimate, and scary. Before I can think twice, I lean forward, pressing my lips to the marred flesh. Leon tenses, every muscle in his body going rigid and I begin to sit up before his arm comes out from under the pillow, catching my attention.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t hav-”
“It’s okay. It’s okay for you to do that.” He whispers, and I can faintly see the tint of a blush on his cheeks and nose. Leaning back down again, palms resting on the warm skin of his back, I press kisses along the length of the gash before I sit back up, hands not leaving his skin as I move them to the long thin scar that runs from his left shoulder diagonally over his spine, ending at the bottom of his ribs on the right side. The one I patched here, in our apartment. On our couch.
“What about this one?”
“That is from when I was dealing with one guy, another snuck up behind me with a knife. I was really lucky I moved when I did.” The idea of him almost dying isn’t a pleasant thought in the slightest, so I opt to lean down, giving this scar the same treatment as the last one, kisses tenderly placed across it. My eyes move to the small circular wound on his left shoulder. I trace the edges of it, noting how his breath catches. This was caused by a bullet.
“And this one?” I ask, hesitant. He’s never mentioned this one before, and it certainly wasn’t one myself or any of the DSOs doctors did. He takes a deep breath, my body rising slightly as his chest expands before he releases it.
“I was shot. I was trying to protect this girl, her name is Ada. I took the bullet for her. I don’t know if it was some stupid crush or a general sense of duty, but I jumped in front of her.” He tries to keep his tone impassive, but I can tell. I can always tell with him.
“Ada? You’ve never mentioned anyone named Ada before,” I question. He takes a long pause, so long that for a moment I wonder if he’s going to ignore the question altogether.
“She was a mercenary that I met in Raccoon City. Granted, I didn’t know she was a mercenary at the time. She claimed she was FBI, and young and naive as I was, I believed her. She used me to do her dirty work.” He explains, and it’s impossible to miss the sadness in his voice. The betrayal. It’s as fresh as it was the day in Raccoon City.
“What happened to her?” I ask. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Well up until last August, I thought she was dead. She fell in Umbrella’s lab when it started coming down. I couldn’t pull her up. But then she was in Spain, tried to convince me to leave Ashley behind and go with her.”
“But you said no?”
“I did.”
“Why?” He shifts his head, looking back at me before chuckling.
“I promised Ashley I’d get her home.” He says before quietly adding, “And I promised myself that I’d come home to you.” Another light kiss pressed right on the old wound. The old memory. Sitting up, I scan his back, trailing my fingers across scarred flesh before I speak up.
“Can I do the ones on your front?” It’s practically a whisper. Surprisingly, he nods, flipping beneath me so that I’m now resting on his abdomen. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” It’s a fair question, given the shining of tears I can see forming in his eyes from the moonlight shining. He nods.
“Yeah. I’m just not used to anyone being so… gentle. Not with me anyways. But I trust you.”
It’s hard not to shiver at the feeling of hard muscle under my covered core, but I ignore it in favor of poking a small cut on his bicep. He chuckles, cheeks dusted pink.
“Uh oh. What was this one?” His laugh is contagious, my own chuckle coming out at the notice of his laughter.
“It was so stupid. One of the guys I was training with decided he wanted to spar, and in the middle, one of the higher-ups walked in.” He starts, his hands resting on my thighs, the warmth just enough to keep me from needing pants. “Well being the 21-year-old that I was, I wanted to try and show off. I ended up fucking up something and caught myself with the blade.” It’s cute to see him embarrassed.
“Well, at least it’s a good story.” I giggle, before pressing a kiss on the old wound. I grip his hand, the one that had the burn, the skin completely healed, almost appearing like nothing had happened at all. A soft kiss pressed there too.
“Guy had a torch. It caught my glove.” I look up at his explanation, smiling before placing a series of kisses there, one on each knuckle before I set his hand back on my thigh. The scar in the center of his chest. I place my palm on it, the length of it longer than my hand from wrist to the tip of my middle finger.
“What about this one?” A deep breath, steadying. Calming. He’ll tell me if he’s not comfortable talking about it. I need to trust that he will.
“It happened in Spain. There were these… Parasites. It’s what they were using to control the people. They infected me. I know I should have told you soon-”
“Ashley told me. Back at the white house, at that party where you tricked me into coming with you.”
“She told you?” He questions, confusion in his voice as his eyebrows raise. “She told you what they were or…”
“She told me they were parasites. And that both of you were infected, but were cured. I didn’t wanna push you into talking about it, so I never brought up that I knew,” I admit, suddenly feeling as if I’ve hidden some vital detail from him. That feeling is washed away as his chest begins to move with his laugh.
“She would be the one to blab about that.” He chuckles again to himself lightly. “But this is the scar left from the removal.” I kiss it, right in the center before kissing my way up his chest, stopping at a scar on the left side of his jaw. It’s small, almost unnoticeable. “Before you ask, I was shaving with a razor that was dull as hell. It left this as a reminder to change my razors more often.” I giggle into his neck, nose tracing across the line of his jawbone before I place a soft kiss on it. My lips continue to press wet kisses at any exposed skin I can reach without sitting up.
“I’ll ask about more another time. We’ve got lots of time.” His arms come up to wrap around my shoulders, my naked chest pressed against his, able to feel his heartbeat under me. The silence stretches on, and I almost wonder if he has dozed off before he speaks.
“Marry me.” I press on his chest until I’m hovering over him, shock widening my eyes.
“What?” He’s not serious.
“You heard me,” he comments, eyes still shining with tears. Because no one has ever been so soft with him. No one has ever treated him like a person, they’ve only seen Leon S. Kennedy, STRATCOM’s golden boy. “Marry me.”
“You did good.” I turn quickly toward the door at hearing his voice again.
“Sorry?” My voice is quieter than intended, almost making it sound like I’m afraid. Agent Kennedy’s head tilts, looking over his shoulder, no smile, just looking.
“You did a good job. You took good care of your first victim.” For a moment, and only a moment, I see a glimmer of a smirk flit across his mouth before he’s gone, the echo of his boots practically filling my ears as he makes his way down the hallway.
“Really? You? A cop?” The revelation takes me by surprise, although it probably shouldn’t have. My eyebrows rise in shock.
“Yeah, believe it or not. Ended up here through sheer dumb luck.” The way he says ‘dumb luck’, it sounds like there’s more he wishes he could say but can’t.
“Well, then it sounds like you’re pretty brave yourself, Agent Kennedy.” The clipboard handed to him. Him signing it with a scratching across the paper. His hands, bruised knuckles and all, returning it to me.
“Nurse Nosy!” I turn, irritation growing on my face as he quickly makes his way over to me.
“Can you pick a different nickname, please?” I ask, and he ignores the question in favor of his own request.
“A couple of friends and I are grabbing drinks tonight. Come with.” It takes me by surprise, him inviting me out with his friends.
“Look, if this is a pity thing, it’s fine. I’m content in my loneliness.”
“It’s not. I’m just trying t-”
“To help?” His sentence is finished by me, and for a brief second, I see a flash of embarrassment on his cheeks due to the nature of my line of questioning the first time we met.
“I’m just trying to invite you out for a drink. That’s all.”
Looking up, I see Leon slide his arms into his own jacket, the leather practically molding to his stature, and I have to contain a groan at the sight as he zips it. I completely lose focus for a moment, only brought out of it as his fingers knock against my forehead teasingly. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“Sorry, but my thoughts cost a dollar,” I sass, taking the helmet as he hands it to me and pulling it onto my head.
“Well, remind me to start saving up.” Another godforsaken wink. Fuck. Don’t. Leon, I’m begging you. Don’t make me fall in love with you. I can’t.
“Well apparently, it does, in fact, matter. Which sucks. I would need to find someone who could put up with not knowing when I’ll be here and when I won’t.” He glares at the ceiling as if it’s personally offended him, furrowed brows and lips curled downward. Don’t. Don’t fucking say it. Don’t.
“I could.” Had to open my fucking mouth. Leon’s eyes immediately snap to me, his frown replaced with a surprised expression.
“What?” He asks, almost in disbelief.
“I have an extra room. And I don’t mind the chaotic schedule,” I mumble, suddenly very embarrassed by my outburst. “Plus, I could keep your plant alive.” He finally cracks a smile as he laughs.
“You’re serious?”
“I mean, you’ll have to help with rent. And groceries when you’re here, but, yeah. If you want, the spare’s yours.”
“Will you do that for a little longer?”
“What?” He gestures to his head.
“Your fingers in my hair.” Don’t.
“Of course. Come here.” I scoot back, grabbing the pillow from the floor and placing it behind me so I can rest against it, flipping the lamp off before laying down completely. Leon finds the blanket draped over the back of the couch, tugging it over his back and my legs before resting his head on the middle of my chest, and while I knew this was coming, it still took me by surprise. I settle with his head there, his face turned toward the TV I know he’s not actually watching.
“Your heart’s beating really fast,” he slurs, already on the brink of sleep as I thread my fingers through his blonde locks once more, finger combing the strands until I feel him start to snore again, a light sound that could almost be mistaken for breathing if you weren’t listening. But of course, I was listening. I’m always listening when it comes to him.
I fall asleep like this as well, his head on my chest, the smell of his citrusy shampoo in my nose, his breath warming the fabric of my thin sleep shirt, and my fingers in his hair.
5. “What are 5 things you can see right now?”
“You.” His voice is trembling. I can practically feel my heart splintering inside my chest.
“Good. What else?”
“Yellow of your shirt.” I nod encouragingly. “Your radio has green numbers.” Good. “The red straw of the cup in your cupholder.” One more. “Your keychain has a picture of you and your sister on it.”
4. “What are 4 things you can feel right now? Physically.”
“Your hands on my jaw.” One. “The seat under me.” Two. “My hands on your legs.” Three. “The sweat on my forehead.” Four. Good.
3. “What are 3 things you can hear?”
“Your voice.”
“Mhm. Good.”
“Birds outside of the car.” One more, Leon. “The blood pounding in my ears.”
2. “What are 2 things you can smell?”
“The car’s air freshener. It’s lavender.”
“Good nose.” I whisper, trying to bring a smile to my own face in reassurance.
“Your perfume. It’s vanilla.”
“You’re doing really well, Leon.”
1. “What is 1 thing you can taste?”
“I don’t know, I can’t-” My hands find the gum in my center console, unwrapping it and offering it to him. He opens his mouth without question, refusing to break eye contact as I pop the spearmint strip into his mouth. He chews it, the familiar flavor and texture seemingly bringing him a sense of calm.
“What is one thing you can taste, Leon?”
“My gum.”
“You were there.” I’m not tired anymore.
“Sorry?”
“In Raccoon City. You were there in my nightmare.” He pauses, taking in a breath, his heart stuttering inside his chest. “You were hurt, and I tried so hard to fix it, but…” I run my hand in comforting circles across his shoulder blade as he pauses, taking a breath. “You turned. And I had to…” Oh.
He came in here to make sure I was still alive.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, Superman.”
“Superman?” He questions the nickname, and I can hear the smile that adorns his lips.
“Yeah. You’re basically Superman.” Words mumbled into his chest, his arm underneath my head bending to run fingers through the strands that have fallen free from the messy bun at the top of my head.
“She really cares about you, you know that?” Silence. I wish I knew if it was because of some unspoken conversation or if Leon truly just doesn’t know what to say. “She loves hard. Friendships, romance, family. Doesn’t seem to matter to her. If she loves you, she really loves you.”
“I know.” What? “God, don’t I know it. She’s one of the few things in this fucked up world that actually makes me think it’s worth it.”
“I saw you, man. I saw the way you looked at her.”
There he is. He’s dirty, face covered in smudges of mud and what I assume is blood, and there is a bandage on his jaw. His arms are littered with cuts and his right hand is encircled in white sterile wrapping, and beneath the thigh of his black cargo pants - which have a very large hole - there is more wrapping. His eyes practically droop under the weight of the dark circles resting below the multitude of blue swirls, blonde hair stringy and clearly in need of a wash hanging down to graze his cheek.
“I sure hope you didn’t give them too hard of a time, Nurse Nosy.” Tears swell in my eyes at his tone, the final nail in the coffin that it’s him.
“Leon?” He opens his arms just like he always does, and despite the nightmare looming in my brain, I bolt toward him, uncaring of the mud seeping into my socks until my arms are around his shoulders and his are squeezing my middle, lifting my feet off the muddy ground.
“Keeping my hoodie warm for me, sweetheart?” He teases in my ear and I let myself cry, tears streaming from my closed eyelids as I sniffle, refusing to let go of him for the first time since I met him. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart, you’re not wearing shoes.” Given my lack of coherency, my muscles move unconsciously, winding around his waist. His nose in my hair, lips against my scalp, arms tight around my ribs. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”
“I never thought I’d be able to care about someone again, not after everything that happened, but then…” He pauses, just long enough for me to wonder if he had fallen asleep right here and now.
“Then what?”
“Then I found you.” We’re silent for a long moment, him because I presume he’s finished speaking, and me because I am attempting to process his words as they circle around my mind, bumping into the sides violently.
“I care about you too, Leon,” I mumble, forearms wrapping around his head in some kind of strange hug. He shakes his head, his temples pressing against my biceps in disagreement.
“It’s not the same.”
“Well, he told me that you are a nurse and that you guys are best friends.” I visibly relax, thinking it’s nothing to make my mind short-circuit. Then she keeps going. “He said that he doesn’t feel like he’s home after a mission until he’s gotten one of your hugs. That you always smell like warm vanilla, despite your hands always being cold. Said you’re the only one who has ever made him feel safe. Like really, truly safe. He told me that you can’t choose between pink and yellow as your favorite color, and that it changes based on the day. You love lavender, but orchids hold a special place in your heart.”
“I don’t know how he remembers all that…” It’s all I can think to say, having finished off the glass of wine, my fingers tangle together, trying to resist the urge to pick at my cuticles.
“Do you remember those things about him?”
“Of course I do. But it’s different, I-” Stop. Don’t do this. Don’t say it out loud.
“I mean, he told me that he lo-”
“There you girls are.” Leon’s there. Standing in the doorway, suit jacket unbuttoned and tie loosened, and I want to beg Ashley to ‘please, just finish the sentence.’ But I don’t.
“We don’t have to actually-” his hand slides under my chin, tilting my head up and before I can even process it, his lips press to mine. It’s short-lived, but it’s impossible to miss the subtle taste of eggnog and rum. The warmth. Spearmint. His lips are chapped, although that hardly matters at the moment, heart fluttering against my chest as he pulls back, just enough for our noses to brush again. I am never going to be able to forget this.
“Thank you.” Neither of us have opened our eyes, almost afraid to break these precious seconds.
“For what?” I whisper back.
“For everything.”
“Leon Scott Kennedy, you are an impossible man,” I mumble breathily, dropping my head to rest against his clavicle. “You changed the one thing I thought I knew about myself.”
“And what’s that?” I feel his words roll from his chest beneath my cheek.
“I’m not content in my loneliness anymore.” The words are practically whispered by this point.
“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.”
“Technically, you didn’t ask a question. You definitely phrased it as more of a statement.” I can practically hear his eye roll, followed by a deep sigh of exasperation. “You always were my first victim.”
“And I’m gonna be your last, right?” He’s nervous now, the inquiry coming out much quieter. Anxious.
“Yeah,” I agree, and his muscles relax under me. I didn’t even feel them tense up.
“So?” Leon’s hands rub softly across the skin of my back, soothing despite the rough calluses I know he has. It reminds me of the tenderness he is capable of, never mind the hell that he has been through. I sit up again, just enough so that our noses brush, breaths mingling in the space between our kiss-swollen lips.
“Do I get to pick the flowers?” I tease, a small smile growing across my lips. Leon’s blue eyes roll as his own smile appears, a huff of a laugh puffing against my face.
“Yes or no, Nurse Nosy?”
“Yes.”
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MADE TO LIE - the epilogue
“UNCLE STEVE!” 3-year-old Rebecca practically screeched as her favourite uncle lifted her up into a tight, spinning hug.
The little girl beamed as she was then smothered in kisses by her two aunts Natasha and Wanda. Sam hugged her too, patting her affectionately on her wavy mass of brunette hair that she got from her dad.
“Come in, come in,” Bucky gestured for them to move to the living room where the large, decorated tree was glistening with festive light.
“Don’t forget about the little one” Y/n joked from the couch at the crew of her friends, her family, that had just arrived for the morning’s celebrations.
The four came over immediately all cooing at the newborn who was wrapped in a light pink blanket. Wanda poked at the sweet thing’s cheek, giggling as it jiggled, bouncing from the slight pressure.
“Hi Stevie,” Steve said softly, his eyes glistening as he took the small baby from Y/n, rocking her in his arms. Y/n sighed with relief, her heart full as she took in the warm scene taking place before her. Bucky planted a distracted kiss on her cheek before hugging Sam, Natasha, and Wanda in greeting, wishing them all happy holidays as he did.
Over the last six years of being together, Y/n had discovered that Bucky was rarely as happy as he was during the annual holiday. Some people hated it, overly concerned with finding the perfect presents or completely stressed about one thing or another. She figured it was such a memorable day for him because he had spent so many of them as a child with Steve and his family. Though Y/n didn’t have as many sweet memories of the day from her childhood with her father and his group of criminals, the day was forever changed for her as, exactly four years ago, Bucky had proposed to her at Tony’s holiday party. Their friends had cheered for them and their future as they kissed under the mistletoe, never wanting to break apart.
This Christmas, like each one they’d had together thus far, was bound to be a special one. It was little Stevie Jr’s first Christmas and Rebecca's third but it was also the first time Bucky and Y/n were hosting the special day at their house with their small group of chosen family. The old Brooklyn apartment resisted the December cold, the lit fireplace thankfully keeping them all toasty and warm as they settled in for the merry day. The smell of fresh gingerbread instantly brought Y/n back from the reel of memories that were playing in her head.
“…” Beatka cheered as she bustled into the living room, bearing cookies.
Sam and Wanda practically dived for the warm baked goods making the rest laugh at their antics. Y/n grabbed one as well, splitting it in half and helping Rebecca into her high chair to eat it.
“Thank you Mama” the toddler expressed her gratitude.
Y/n caressed her hair, helplessly affectionate when it came to the little girl only to feel Bucky’s hand on her back, rubbing gentle circles, releasing all her tension. She gazed up at him, helplessly affectionate when it came to him too. The kiss she placed on his lips was chaste and yet Rebecca's small "ew” was loud, making them break apart just to laugh, blush tinting their cheeks.
~ Later that night ~
Y/n snuggled closer to the mound of warmth beneath her as she woke from a short but deep sleep, her holiday dress slightly crumpled. A smooth, jazzy melody flitted through her consciousness as she yawned. Propping herself up onto her elbow she looked over to see a record spinning on the old player next to Bucky’s impressive vinyl collection.
The stars are aglow. And tonight how their light sets me dreaming. My love, do you know? That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
“I think I maybe had too much of that spiked egg nog doll” Bucky’s low rumbling voice reverberated in her ears, breaking her away from her sleepy trance.
She laughed through the brain fog that came from sleep, tilting her head upward to capture his lips in a small kiss, one that quickly deepened into something more.
“Can I ask you something?” Y/n questioned when they finally broke apart.
“You know you can” was Bucky’s easy reply.
“Will you dance with me?”
A low, rumbling laugh sounded in his chest as he pulled her up to stand before him, taking her hands and placing them behind his neck. It was moments like this where Y/n felt most connected to Bucky, both his present and his past. They stood swaying to the music, allowing the lyrics and the sweet melody to caress them as their hands did the same, playing over each other’s skin.
I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade. Let us stray, till break of day in love’s valley of dreams.
“You’re good at this” she flushed beneath his warm gaze. “Do you ever miss it?”
“Miss what?”
“The 40s”
“I miss who I was but even then, not fully because I like who I’ve become…” he paused, taking a breath as if pondering the right thing to say, “And I miss the dancing”
His lighter tone encouraged Y/n to smile and ask, “Show me?”
He swayed her forward and back, side to side, even dipping her at one point, balancing her weight easily. His callused palms ran across her arms, making her shiver as his hips and feet did the majority of the work for both of them. But what she noticed the most was his expression. It was the softest she’d ever seen him look, exposed by the gentle moonlight streaming through the tall window and the glow of the Christmas tree behind them.
“I love that song” Y/n whispered as the melody reached its natural conclusion.
And I sing you a song in the moonlight, a love song, my darling. A moonlight serenade…
She smiled to herself before humming it from the beginning, allowing them to continue to dance, Bucky swinging her gently along. He matched her voice, his baritone one melding together with her higher tone. It truly was a serenade, a moment of vulnerability for them both as they danced beneath the celestial light that shone brightly down on all of Brooklyn.
“I love you” she whispered into his chest like a secret.
He tilted her chin up to look at him, his gaze fond and real, “I love you too doll”
Bucky Barnes was not a man who opened up easily, so Y/n’s responding kiss was her way of saying she was honoured. She was honoured that in the end, he’d trusted her, that he’d cared for her, that he had chosen love—their love— above self-destruction. This was not to say that Y/n hadn’t made the same hard choice. She too had to overcome her most negative thoughts, her learned behaviours, and her traumas to be with him. Some days they struggled but mostly they lived in love, appreciating the life that they’d built. She beamed at the thought that in their shared pain they both had found something worth fighting for.
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eARC Review: Napkins and Other Distractions
RATING: ⭐⭐⭐⭐
AMAZON SYNOPSIS: On paper, they’re a disaster. In the sheets, they’re a perfect match.
Kent Lester is proud of the joyful, thriving learning community he’s created as principal of Lear Elementary School. But seven years after his divorce, he’s ready to focus on his personal life and spread his bisexual wings. Things get off to a rocky start when Kent’s first date is an uptight control freak — although that doesn’t stop them tangling some sheets.
Vincent Manda never seems able to move past the friend zone, and besides, he’s not sure anyone can handle his OCD. But that night with the bearded, older Kent revealed a side of Vincent he’d never experienced before. And he’s equal parts scared of and desperate for a repeat.
When Lear’s test scores take a nosedive, Kent finds himself under the microscope. Forced to implement new software to monitor and collect school data, he’s horrified to discover that Vincent is working on the project. With his last install ending less than ideally, Vincent’s job depends on this one succeeding — and butting heads with the principal won’t help.
Vincent and Kent need to view each other in a new light, but that could change their futures forever.
RELEASE DATE: June 4, 2024
See my full review under the cut!
The lead couple of Napkins and Other Distractions are unlikely romance heroes. They're both solidly middle-aged, separated by a fifteen-year age gap. One is divorced. One is perpetually single, isolated by the severe OCD that most people cannot understand.
But Kent and Vincent are about to discover that sometimes even the 'well-seasoned' could use a little spice!
Wardell is frank about his open-door sex scenes. He wants to be known as a 'spicy' writer, and with each new book he turns up the heat.
These guys are kinky! Even if that's not your personal taste...
...you have to love how open they are to self-discovery.
It's so easy to become set in your ways. As you pass those early, tumultuous years and start to settle into adulthood, you start to think that you've discovered everything there is to learn about yourself. But that sort of thinking sets boundaries--it keeps your world small. Being alive should be about experiencing everything you can: trying new things, meeting new people, and embracing change. Living is all about learning.
Learning how to love is the education in this book. Unlike the other books, the secondary storyline about what's happening in the school is...uncompelling. Part of the problem is that there's no heart in a storyline about data-gathering. There's an attempt to get us to care by injecting the stakes of Kent's job being at risk, but... My prevailing feeling was that this story didn't need to be set in a school the way Teacher of the Year and Mistletoe and Mishigas needed to be to serve their narratives. the more thoughtful lessons aren't set in any classroom--they're in the interactions between Kent and Vincent as they learn how to fit into each other's world.
I really appreciated how much nuance went into each of their arcs. The takeaway wasn't "Vincent needs to get better" or "Kent needs to change." Both of them had to learn how to make space for each other and how to fit together. Kent learns how to make Vincent's world feel safer in little ways like remembering his preference for even numbers and in big ways like sitting together through episodes of intense compulsion. In turn, Vincent learns how to ride out the chaos that comes with loving a messy, klutzy man. Watching them figure out how to communicate, adapt, and do the work of loving--the work that makes you feel more instead of less--is the lesson.
Napkins and Other Distractions is a chili pepper dipped in a sugar glaze--the kind of sexy book that feels accessible to real people not because it's tame, but because it invites the reader to see themselves in it. It's the kind of book that makes you feel good because you leave it believing that you too may contain multitudes. You too may still have adventures ahead.
You too may have a person.
Even if it takes you another decade or two to find them.
#mlm#gay#bisexual#teachers in love#napkins and other distractions#ma wardell#earc review#romance#spicy books#lgbtqia#lgbt reads#queer lit
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See first photos of 16 new Hallmark Christmas movies, including A Royal Corgi Christmas - Hallmark Channel
A Magical Christmas Village
Premieres: Nov. 4, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Alison Sweeney, Luke Macfarlane, Marlo Thomas
Contains: Three generations of women under one roof, magical figurines
Official description: "When Summer's mother, Vivian, moves in with her and her young daughter, Chloe, her orderly existence is upended. Upon arrival, Vivian sets up an heirloom miniature Christmas village resembling their town and tells Chloe it grants Christmas wishes. As Chloe begins setting up the figurines, real-life events seem to mimic the scenes she creates. With a little help from the magic of the Christmas village, the family will be brought closer together and, just maybe, Summer will learn to open her heart to love again."
The Royal Nanny
Premieres: Nov. 12, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Rachel Skarsten, Dan Jeannotte, Greta Scacchi
Contains: Undercover spy, royal romance
Official description: "Claire is an MI5 agent who goes undercover as the royal nanny. She must overcome the challenges of her assignment, like resisting the charms of Prince Colin, while keeping the family safe at Christmas."
Three Wise Men and a Baby
Premieres: Nov. 19, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Paul Campbell, Tyler Hynes, Andrew Walker, Margaret Colin
Contains: Trio of overwhelmed brothers, no sign of Steve Guttenberg
Official description: "Three brothers get the surprise of their lives when they are forced to work together to care for a baby over the holidays. As they slowly get the hang of things, they find themselves on unexpected journeys of self-discovery and begin to rebuild their relationships as brothers, as well as the damaged romantic and professional relationships in their respective lives… all while rediscovering their love of Christmas."
When I Think of Christmas
Premieres: Nov. 20, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Shenae Grimes-Beech, Niall Matter, Beth Broderick
Contains: Holiday homecoming, reignition of old flames, Christmas concert
Official description: "Sara Thompson returns to her hometown to help her mother move and is surprised to find her ex-boyfriend Josh Hartman is back home. The two had once planned a life in music together, but Sara left to study law. The former flames slowly reconnect and try to heal wounds, both old and new. When Sara makes a surprising discovery, she and Josh forge a bold plan for the upcoming Christmas concert that will lead them all back to their musical roots and make this a holiday to remember."
My Southern Family Christmas
Premieres: Nov. 24, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Jaicy Elliot, Bruce Campbell, Ryan Rottman, Moira Kelly, Brian McNamara
Contains: Bruce Campbell, a character named Campbell not played by Bruce Campbell, journalist learning about her roots
Official description: "Under the guise of a journalist, Campbell has a chance to get to know her biological father for the first time — without him ever knowing who she really is. As she spends time with him and his family, as well as with the town's record keeper, she realizes that families are messy, wonderful things. In the end, Campbell must decide if she's going to keep her identity a secret or reveal the truth to her father — a decision that will change their family Christmas forever."
#Xmas
Premieres: Nov. 25, 6 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Clare Bowen, Brant Daugherty
Contains: Design contest, fake family
Official description: "When Jen gets the chance to enter a brand's design contest, she poses as a family influencer, enlisting the help of her best friend, Max, and her baby nephew. When her video is selected as a finalist, Jen is torn on whether to go on with her perfect 'family' or reveal the truth."
A Royal Corgi Christmas
Premieres: Nov. 25, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Hunter King, Jordan Renzo
Contains: A corgi named Mistletoe, royal romance with commoner (dog trainer), Christmas Ball
Official description: "Reluctant Crown Prince Edmond returns home just before Christmas in anticipation of being named successor to the throne. To ingratiate himself to his mother the Queen, he gifts her with 'Mistletoe,' a rambunctious Corgi in need of some serious training. After several doggy disasters, Edmond turns to Cecily, a canine behavior expert from America for help — but to his great surprise, Cecily demands that he take an active part in the daily dog training sessions. Sparks fly between them as the pair work together to get Mistletoe ready to present at the annual Christmas Ball. Just as the precious pup captures their hearts, they discover that love can grow in the most unexpected places, leading them to question what they really want."
A Christmas Cookie Catastrophe
Premieres: Nov. 27, 6 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Rachel Boston, Victor Webster
Contains: Cookie company in jeopardy, stolen secret recipe, handsome local baker
Official description: "Annie Cooper has big shoes to fill when she takes over as CEO of her late grandmother's small-town cookie company and is doing her best to help their struggling business get back on track. That task gets more daunting when her grandmother's secret recipe is stolen during the Christmas party. As Annie tries to crack the case and uncover the culprit she works with Sam, the owner of a local bakery, to recreate the recipe in the hope of saving the company and her job. As Annie and Sam bake batch after batch in pursuit of the perfect one, they begin to learn that their lives go together like milk and cookies."
A Fabled Holiday
Premieres: Dec. 3, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Brooke D'Orsay, Ryan Paevey
Contains: Reunion of childhood BFFs, magical town
Official description: "Talia and her childhood best friend, Anderson, unexpectedly reunite in a curiously familiar-looking town full of Christmas spirit that restores its visitors when they need it most."
Undercover Holiday
Premieres: Dec. 4, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Noemi Gonzalez, Stephen Huszar
Contains: Pop star holiday homecoming, fake dating
Official description: "When returning home for the holidays, newly minted pop star Jaylen tells her protective family that Matt is her new beau, when in reality, he's her overzealous security guard."
The Most Colorful Time of the Year
Premieres: Dec. 9, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Katrina Bowden, Christopher Russell
Contains: Color blindness, school teacher-optometrist romance
Official description: "Ryan is an elementary school teacher who learns that he is colorblind. Michelle, an optometrist and mother of one of his students, helps bring color into his life in time for the holidays."
Christmas Class Reunion
Premieres: Dec. 10, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Aimeé Teegarden, Tanner Novlan
Contains: Holiday homecoming, high school reunion
Official description: "High school classmates, who once dubbed themselves the 'cursed class,' reconnect at Christmas for their 15-year reunion. Over the course of their time reconnecting, the classmates challenge each other to remember who they were, who they are, and who they want to be."
Holiday Heritage
Premieres: Dec. 16, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Lyndie Greenwood, Brooks Darnell, Holly Robinson Peete
Contains: Family in need of repair, helpful ex, Hallmark's first celebration of Kwanzaa
Official description: "Ella returns to her hometown to mend fences with her fractured family. With the help of Griffin, her ex-boyfriend, she encourages her family to celebrate Christmas and Kwanzaa and to heal their past wounds before it's too late."
Hanukkah on Rye
Premieres: Dec. 18, 8 p.m. ET/PT, Hallmark Channel
Stars: Jeremy Jordan, Yael Grobglas, Lisa Loeb
Contains: Another Arrowverse star, Lisa Loeb, matchmaker, rival deli owners
Official description: "A matchmaker connects Molly and Jacob, but their new romance is put to the test when they realize that they are competing deli owners. Will a Hanukkah miracle keep them together?"
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I'm happy when I'm with you.
#good trouble#adamsfoster#stef x lena#lena adams foster#stef adams foster#gtedit#goodtroubleedit#bbelcher#wlwsource#tvedit#mine*#request#i hope this is ok anon#the mistletoe scene will live in my heart forever
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💫Moreid Masterlist
GIF by @criminalmindsvibez
Hurt/Comfort or Angst with a Happy Ending
🌊Still Left With the River
Derek wakes up to find his boyfriend crying on the sofa. Cue the hurt, the comfort, and the fluff.
1.6k, hurt/comfort, fluff, caretaker!derek, autistic spencer, crying, sad spencer
🌳Trees and Seas Have Flown Away, I Call it Loving You
Derek says something hurtful, but it happens to lead to just about the best thing that’s ever happened to Spencer.
3.2k, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, fighting/making up, angst with a happy ending, autistic spencer, coming out, getting together
🍓A Chronicle of Loss
5 people Spencer Reid lost and 1 person he gained. A look at the traumas Spencer faces over the series, and giving him the happy ending he deserves.
3.6k, grief, loss, abandonment issues, insecurity, depression, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, getting together, ‘didn’t know they were dating’, protective derek, autistic spencer
🍯Honeysuckle
The BAU decide to head out for a picnic one summer afternoon, but they’re soon rudely interrupted by a bee sting and anaphylactic shock. Seeing Spencer carted off in an ambulance is not exactly how they expected the day to go.
2.3k, whump, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, hurt spencer, friendship, medical conditions, severe allergic reactions
🌙The Noiseless Crash of Crumbling Walls
After Derek and Spencer are paired up on a science project in their senior year of high school, they become the closest, most unlikely friends possible. But what happens when Derek finally finds out what Spencer's dealing with at home? Inspired by the prompt “where did you get those bruises?”
4.5k, high school au, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, hurt spencer, protective derek, abuse, friendship, pre-slash, spencer just turned 16, derek is almost 18
🔥The Insistent Burn of a Falling Heart - part two
Derek is hopelessly in love with his childhood best friend, and he can't even escape him at home, since they're living together while they study at Cal Tech. He's resigned himself to a miserable, Spencer-less fate until lasagne, bad memories, and a whole lot of crying bring the real truth out into the open.
4.2k, hurt!spencer, fluff, angst with a happy ending, mutual pining, getting together, college au, first kiss, misunderstandings
💔let him be soft (and let him be mine) part one // part two
After Derek pulls another self-sacrificing stunt at the culmination of their most recent case, Spencer runs out of their apartment as he desperately grapples with how it makes him feel. (Collab with @criminalmindsvibez! You can find her complimentary edit here.)
2.4k, hurt/comfort, crying, abandonment issues, injured!derek, hurt!spencer, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, fluff, protective!derek
🪦how the cold numbs everything but grief
Six days after Emily dies, Spencer finds himself soaked in freezing water, catatonic on the bathroom floor. Only Derek can ease the roaring, burning, demanding agony of this grief.
1.2k, grief/mourning, emily’s ‘death’ in season six, hurt!spencer, hurt!derek, hurt/comfort, angst with a hopeful ending (serious tw for grief here)
✨storm-darkened or starry bright
Spencer contracts HIV. It all falls apart after that.
6.5k, angst, illness, hurt!spencer, hurt/comfort, worried derek, depression, mutual pining, getting together, angst w a happy ending
⛈this heavy humanness
Spencer leaves the oven on overnight, and Derek - whose pent-up emotions get the best of him - loses it, exposing secrets neither of them expected to be spilled, for two very different reasons. They get there in the end.
3.9k, est. rel., past abuse, arguing & making up, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, miscommunication hurt spencer
💤I turn and reach for you
Three months after Hankel, Spencer starts getting terrible nightmares that keep him up at night. He tries desperately to keep his secret until one day when it's all too much to bear anymore. Luckily, Derek Morgan is there to hold him together as he falls apart.
2.1k, nightmares, hurt/comfort, ptsd, angst with a happy ending, fluff, literal sleeping together, getting together, post-revelations
Pure Fluff
🌒when I fall asleep (it is your eyes that I close)
Spencer’s not been sleeping, and as much as Derek adores his sleepy clinginess and physical affection, as soon as they get home he’s determined to get to the bottom of it.
1.9k, fluff, hurt/comfort, sleep-deprivation, clingy!spencer, physical affection, anxiety, cuddling
🎄A Christmas Like This
Spencer has a very specific plan for their first Christmas in their new house, and it has to be absolutely perfect. Derek’s going to do everything in his power to make his boyfriend as happy as possible, even if that means a house covered in garlands and a tree covered in animal skeletons…
2.9k, fluff, christmas fic, est relationship, neurodivergence, romance, domesticity, day in the life
💍my heart talks about nothing but you
Derek finds Spencer staring longingly at dancing newlyweds while on a case and once he gets to the bottom of why he’s tasked with making a proposal to a man who knows it’s coming special somehow. (He pulls it off.)
2.5k, established relationship, hurt/comfort, minor angst, fluff, relationship discussions, proposal, protective derek
✨I told the stars about you - part two
Derek and Spencer have their first date. They dance to Frank Sinatra and cuddle in an ice cream parlour, before kissing the hell out of each other at Spencer's front door. That's pretty much it. (Prequel to above fic.)
2.1k, first date, first kiss, pure tooth-rotting fluff, dancing, flirting, protective derek
🎂I can’t hold enough of you in my hands - part three
Derek and Spencer are finally getting married and the rest of the BAU are there to help them through every step of the day. Including a little surprise that Derek has up his sleeve for their first dance. (Third part to the above two fics.)
3.1k, tooth-rotting fluff, marriage/wedding day, team as family, team dynamics, domesticity, paternal hotch, maternal alex, just a whole lotta love man
🔪Shovel Talk
Hotch and Emily find out about Derek's relationship with Spencer and decide it's time for a chat.
1.5k, fluff, humour, est. rel., protective!derek, emily, and hotch, relationship reveal, mentions of past hurt spencer
📚I’ll (Never) Know What It’s Like Not to Love You
Spencer finds his old journals in the attic, and he and Derek reminisce on the days they used to pine for one another. Luckily, those days are over, and they have forever ahead of them.
1.3k, tooth-rotting domestic fluff, past mutual pining, past hurt!spencer, cuddling & snuggling, late canon
Getting Together
🌨Even More Beautiful
The BAU is stuck in Michigan with no case and no way home, so naturally, Spencer and Derek confess their love for one another. (Based on the prompt ‘You look even more beautiful covered in snow.’)
3.5k, fluff, love confessions, shy spencer, insecurity, hurt/comfort
🎧Hear it in the Silence
A short, fluffy chronicle of Spencer realising in increments how in love with Derek he is, and navigating a real, beautifully sweet relationship that's not always smooth sailing, especially since he's been hurt before. (Based on Taylor Swift’s You are in Love.)
3.7k, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, dev relationship, tw past abuse, domesticity
🎅🏼Secret Santa
Penelope rigs the BAU’s Secret Santa game to finally get Derek and Spencer together with extraordinary success, and they have her to thank for their future first date. Oh, and a sprig of mistletoe nearly throws the whole thing out the window.
2.8k, fluff, getting together, insecurity/anxiety, christmas fic, first kiss, misunderstandings, friendship
🌳The One Constant
Derek wakes up after having his appendix removed with temporary amnesia from the anesthesia, and Spencer certainly isn't prepared for the man he's pined after for four years to a) not recognise him, and b) start flirting with him. It all works out in the end, with a little help from Hotch.
4k, hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, insecure spencer, flirting, getting together, misunderstandings, first kiss
☕️i’ll retire my bones to make you tea and read you poetry
Derek doesn't exactly expect to invite a sleepy Spencer over for a movie night after a case, but his blinding smile in response makes him happy he did. The kiss they share the next morning makes him even happier.
3.6k, fluff, getting together, cuddling, insecure!spencer, pet names, mutual pining, light hurt/comfort, first kiss, love confessions
Embarrassed!Spencer Drabble
A misunderstanding at a BAU get together has Spencer embarrassed and a long-awaited kiss finally happening.
1.2k, fluff, angst, getting together, first kiss
AU
📚100
Spencer's an academic researcher who spends every morning at his local library. Derek just happens to drop by one Tuesday and ask the pretty boy in the classics section if he can help him find a book. Sparks fly.
2.1k, library au, fluff, meet-cute, pining, shy spencer, coming out
💣Mayhem
Imagine that scene in S4E1 when Derek is driving the ambulance loaded with a bomb about to explode, except it’s Spencer on the other end of the phone and they finally get their shit together.
4.2k, canon divergence, spencer is the tech analyst, getting together, mutual pining, insecure spencer, angst with a happy ending, fluff, declarations of love
🧑🏻🦽 dry me off and hold me close
Derek has finally relented and is bringing his boyfriend Spencer to meet the rest of the team. That means, though, he has to finally tell them about his boyfriend's disability. Terrified that they'll react badly, he puts it off until he can't anymore. Turns out he was worried for nothing
5.7k, so much fluff, protective derek, disabled spencer, caretaker derek, spencer is not in the bau, team as family, hurt/comfort, light angst, est. rel, chronic illness, slice of life: disabled edition
💐I’ll bloom for you (while my heart still cries)
(Based on the age-old tumblr prompt) "Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery and today you've caught me and insisted on coming with me to make sure the 'girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft' and I'm trying to figure out how to break it to you that we're on our way to a graveyard."
3.7k, fluff, meet-cute, au: student spencer, fbi agent derek, hacker penelope, grief & mourning, shy spencer, getting together, mutual pining
🌖This Gravitational Pull
Penelope Garcia sets her two best friends Derek & Spencer up on a blind first date. Even with the best intentions and highest expectations, no-one could've predicted it would go quite this well.
2.9k, fluff, first date, au: diff first meeting, shy spencer, insecurity, anxiety, flirting, cuddling, protective derek, silly amounts of affection
#criminal minds#criminal minds masterlist#criminal minds fic#moreid#moreid fic#derek morgan#spencer reid#derek morgan/spencer reid#derek morgan x spencer reid
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fanfic masterlist
the x files
multi-chapter
Maybe There's Hope: ao3, tumblr chapters 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 [A canon divergent AU where I thought, what if Scully got pregnant whilst on the run instead of at the end of season 11?]
Fairytale and Kissing Frogs: ao3 [Mulder quickly learns that telling their child kissing frogs really do turn them into princes can have serious consequences]
Her First Crusade for the Truth: ao3 [Mulder and Scully's first trip to the principal's office as parents]
When the Ice Melts: ao3, tumblr chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 [What if all the sexual tension in that Ice scene was for a reason?]
longer fic
Daughters Are Not Just for Christmas: tumblr, ao3 [Mulder and Scully learn to grieve the death of Emily]
Love Me Tender: tumblr, ao3 [Mulder works comes to terms with his past relationship traumas, includng some dom/sub aspects and tells Scully]
Rhythm With You: tumblr, ao3 [revival smut with feelings]
Blueberry Pancakes: tumblr, ao3 [the morning after their new year kiss Mulder makes pancakes and Scully come]
The Redheaded Lover: tumblr, ao3 [Historical au 1920s New York; Mulder is a new-to-town photographer who finds his muse in a speakeasy]
Rule No. 1: tumblr, ao3 [scully finds a loophole in the rules of their burgeoning relationship]
one - shots
Know That My Heart Belongs to You: tumblr, ao3 [what if the outtake from Momento Mori had been their first kiss?]
Mistletoe and Wine: ao3 [first Christmas spent at the unremarkable house]
To Live in a Moment Forever: tumblr, ao3 [Scully wakes up alone and searches for Mulder post IWTB]
Love is the Choice We Make: tumblr, ao3 [what happens after Scully opens the adjoining door in Plus One]
The Seeds of Us: tumblr, ao3 [Scully wakes up to punk music and Mulder vacuuming]
I Believe in Days Ahead: tumblr, ao3 [Mulder gets a visitation during Scully’s abduction (nee the first time Mulder is claimed by Scully)]
It's the Little Things: tumblr, ao3 [Bold of you to assume they wouldn't share a bath together]
The Anchor that Floats: tumblr, ao3 [Three Words missing scene after Mulder gets to his apartment]
Big Spuds: tumblr, ao3 [Small Potatoes post ep. Mulder and Scully discuss the elephant in the room]
10 Things I Love About You: tumblr, ao3 [Mulder persuades Scully to come up to bed after she falls asleep on him by telling ten things he loves about her]
The Ultimate Spotter's Guide to Cryptids: tumblr, ao3 [mulder and scully unwrap their presents from each other in what will be the first christmases of many together]
What Happens Under the Table Stays Under the Table: tumblr, ao3 [during a boring work meeting, Scully escalates things beyond either her or Mulder's control with a simple hand upon his thigh]
Simulacrum: tumblr, ao3 [in a deep future, an immortal scully contemplates her love for mulder]
The Ouroboros in the Room; tumblr, ao3 [Mulder asks about Scully's tattoo]
Place of Worship; tumblr, ao3 [the definition of pwp]
Too Soon; tumblr [post Leonard Brett's Scully denies herself a visit to Mulder]
Interrupt Me; tumblr [post Rush mulder interrupts Scully trying to finish her report]
tumblr prompts
Sleepy Tumblr prompts
Cliché Tumblr prompts
Tall/Short Tumblr prompts
msr poems: Between the Lines ao3
All Things
Detour
Ice
house of mirth
You are the Answer to My Question: ao3 tumblr chapters part i part ii part iii part iv, part v [while Lily is cruising with the Dorsets, she asks Lawrence to marry her]
My dearest Lawrence: tumblr [Lily’s final words to Lawrence]
While Candles Flicker: tumblr, ao3 [smut in the form of poetry for Lily and Lawrence's wedding night]
A Suggestion: tumblr [poem about Lily first going up to Selden's place]
the fall
Detective Heal Thyself: tumblr, ao3 [after Stella returns home, she works through her pain and trauma]
tumblr drabble
That Bee Scene
Scully? What Are You Wearing?
When You’re All Alone
The First Time Mulder Says He Loves Scully
Saturday
Language of Love: Physical Touch
Memes That Scully Receives from Mulder in the Middle of the Work Day
Here comes the ufo
Undisclosed Desires
Soft
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Prompt: “You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”
Day: 2/31
Pairing: Jongin x n. Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Kissing.
Word Count: 1012
Baekhyun holds up the ribbon to the fireplace proudly. “I think if we add this ribbon here it’ll look good, what do you think? y/n?” He glances at you to see you are completely not paying attention at all. “y/n.”
Again, you don’t look at him so he turns around to see what you are so focused on. A scoff escapes him as he gives your clueless form a knowing smirk. You’re obviously ogling Jongin across the hall who is holding up the end of the garland for Jongdae to help wrap around the stair rail. “Oi, Jongin lover.”
That certainly catches your attention. Baekhyun laughs as you cough, nearly chocking on a small pretzel you’ve been munching on.
“Baekhyun, no!” You whisper harshly with a glare once you recover, hitting his arm for good measure.
“You ok over there?” Jongdae yells across the hallway, a knowing look in his eye.
“Just peachy.” You grumble as you steal a look over at Jongin. This makes you miss the weird eye communication between Baekhyun and Jongdae.
Jongin is looking down the hall worriedly, but once he sees you looking at him and are ok, he grins widely. His free hand waves cutely and you return the wave. This makes Baekhyun snort again.
“What do you want Baekhyun?” You drag your attention back to your crazy friend at your side, not trusting him.
“Just tell me I’m right.” He prompts.
You cross your arms and lean against the fire place. “With what?”
“Tell me I’m right.” The man insists once again.
“Never.” Your answer makes him only more insistent.
“If only you weren’t staring at my good-looking friend there, we wouldn’t have this problem.” Baekhyun cuts you off when he sees you are about to retaliate. “The ribbon, I did good right?”
“I guess.” You turn your gaze back to the hall.
“Ah, so mean.” Baekhyun yells dramatically. “I won’t allow it; you are too mean for our sweet Jongin.”
This makes you laugh, “I didn’t know you were in charge of his hand in marriage.”
Baekhyun pouts, “If you are going to make fun of me be useful and grab me some tape.”
“Aye, aye captain.” You mockingly salute as you saunter across the room and towards the hall. The last time you saw the tape it was on the stairs.
When you get to the hall you hear Jongin ask, “What should I do with this end?”
“Hmm…” Jongdae considers until he notices you coming down the hall. His eyes look behind you before racing back to you, and a wicked grin forms on his face. Stretching out an arm he yells, “Hold it!”
You look down and let a relieved sigh as you thought you were about to step on something fragile. “Why are you yelling?”
“Important garland business. Ok, Jongin go to your right a couple steps. Now a step back.”
Jongin, bless his heart, does what his friend asks, albeit with a confused face that shifts between the garland and his friend on the stairs. “Shouldn’t it be the other way?”
“Yep,” Jongdae laughs at Jongin’s and your confused and annoyed expression. “But now you are under the mistletoe.”
Jongdae points up, and Jongin’s and your gazes move up with it to see you are indeed under the mistletoe.
You stare up at the mistletoe blankly while Jongin starts waving his hands, and thus the garland end, wildly.
“What? Why? Who-who put this here?”
Laughter from the living room gives you your answer.
“Baekhyun, seriously why did you put it up? You don’t have anyone to kiss.” Jongin fires across the hall flustered.
Your chaotic friend’s voice comes clearly down the hall in response, “What if I wanted to kiss you.”
“Is this like your shower thing?”
“That is a show of brother hood Jongin.”
The two go back and forth for a while with Jongin becoming more and more flustered as the yelling continues.
Jongdae is cracking up and folded over the stair rail. Eventually he has enough of it though. “You’re under the mistletoe,” he repeats and then claps, “so. Just. Stop. Stalling. And just kiss already!”
Jongin gulps and looks at you with wide eyes. “But- I…”
You know he is shy and respectful, but the stalling and excuses stings despite that. Apparently, you’ve had enough too. Placing a hand on his soft sweater and pressing into his firm chest you lean against him and swiftly kiss his lips. You’d do anything to extend this moment to forever, but instead you cut it too short for your liking.
Wide eyes stare at you, and when you lean back you notice his hands were hovering awkwardly right beside where your waist would have been.
“Just need the tape.” You lower your eyes and walk around the frozen man to the end of the stairs. Picking up the tape, you stay near the wall as you go down back the hall to give Jongin room. He grabs your wrist before you can fully pass him by, surprising you. It’s your turn to look up at him with wide eyes.
“We’re under the mistletoe again.” Jongin whispers.
“And what are you going to do about it?” You whisper back.
Jongin’s answer is to drop the garland, making Jongdae gasp at such disobedience, to cup your face in one of his large hands. It’s warm and you can’t help but lean into it. His teeth dig into his bottom lip nervously and then his soft lips are crashing into yours before he could lose his resolve.
The chaotic duo watching the scene whoop excitedly and the two of you pull away slowly. You turn your back on him, swaying your hips a little extra, as you return to the fireplace where you may push the roll of tape a little harder than necessary into Baekhyun’s hands.
“Owww, you should be grateful.” The man shakes his hands and whines.
“Shut up.” Looking over your shoulder, Jongin’s dark gaze is on your form. It never leaves you the rest of the night.
#exo fanfiction#jongin fanfiction#kai fanfiction#kai x reader#jongin x reader#reader x jongin#reader x kai#winter drabble#my writing#exo fluff#kai fluff#jongin fluff
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I was tagged by @jade-marie and @bourbon-ontherocks to list my top 10 books fics I read in 2020.
and lemme tell you..
i’ve been WAITIN’ for this one!!
This IS a bit tricky because I spent most of 2020 just lurking on AO3, no acccount, no commenting, no kudos. so there are just so so so many fics that I remember pieces of, and have little headcanons that LIVE with me but I have no idea who the author is or what the fic is called.
so.. that being said, the top 10 is ever changing and could never be fully complete. I just love every author and every fic, you are all so wildly talented.
❤ a song inside the halls of the dark - ms_scarlet (@mego42 )
This fic has everything!! a sexy ex-lover rival gang leader, relaxed rio, angry rio, angsty kitchen sex rio. LOFT rio. AND it’s my favourite post-S2 reckoning of all time. There are moments in this fic that I just want to SPAM the gg writing room with. like scrap ur plans. DO. THIS. Overall, this is such a creative and well-written series. The characterization is superb, the smut has.... so many feelings, and the angst is AMAZING. There are a couple chapters (I wont give spoilers) that involves Beth in a hotel in Canada that I legit could not stop reading. it’s just all... so damn GOOD. favourite line: You thought I could be something, right? Well, this is that something. The bitch you trained bit back.
❤ we’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks - BourbonOnTheRocks (@bourbon-ontherocks)
Whew! this fic has EVERYTHING. safe house brio. KARMA. brio ignoring each other. snippy, cranky brio. baking shows. mick overhearing loud shower sex. zero communication. brio getting high and giggling! all the feelings. I looooove this fic. like I LOVE it. it's so creative and it feels so real!! I can play it like a movie in my head. There is so much fun smutty build up, so much tension, anxiety and a very, very, good Thaw Of Feelings which is my fav. I will forever have a soft spot for safe house fics, but this one hilariously twists the trope by doubling down on their idiot stubbornness. genius. favourite line: He's using her and she's using him. Maybe it's the only thing they're truly equal at.
❤ my girl - elizabethmarks (not on tumblr?)
This fic has everything!!!!!!! (but TW that everything is not for everyone, as the plot primarily revoles around a rape scene.) This fic sets up some of the most soft, emotional, protective brio moments. I also adore how this author handles the delicate subject matter. I work from time to time as a crisis advcate for women and ...... this fic is so accurate and well written. All the emotions beth feels, the way rio reacts to her. everything. I have read this SO many times. It also inludes a Mick POV that will TUG at your HEART. favourite line: *When on route to Rio’s loft* Rio nods, with that gentle look he has. "Alright, mama. Let's get you home." There's a beat, they both catch it, but neither of them make the correction.
❤ working on things - odenkirk (not on tumblr?)
THIS fic, now this fic has everything!!!!!!!!! masturbation! sexting! weed-smokin horny rio! DEAN?!??! in a way that didnt repulse me???? SEX. kinda threesome??? a heck of a lot of things that I didnt think id be into but then read it and was like HUH, guess i AM. and last but not least, deliciously perfect characterization. This is a fic I ask you to take a risk on. It will pay off. Its fun and oooh soooooooo sexy. Yes, dean goes to pound town too, but I promise- odenkirk makes it WORK. Blush meter: off the charts. I had to put my phone down and reckon with Jesus. favourite line: Rio: Don't get precious, sweetheart. It's you cuz it's you. AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
❤ miles before you sleep - FakePlastikTrees (@nakedmonkey)
THIS AUTHOR has EVERYTHING! FakePlastikTrees is one of those authors where... I read one fic - then buckled my seatbelt and clicked on her account so I could systematically read through every. single. fic. They are often short scenes that feel so true. Her Rio characterization makes me green with (benevolent) envy. and her smut?? oof. top notch. This fic in particular lives in my heart because it really truly feels like a missing GG scene between Beth and our favourite tattooed babysitter. The atmosphere is tangible and the author slows time down for these two, it stretches out like you are smokin in the suburbs with them. I love a MickFic and this one is top tier.
favourite line: “Oh come on. He’s a little unhinged.” “Takes one to know one.”
❤ people can be so cold - s_t_c_s (@sothischickshe)
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh this fic has EVERYTHING. scrabble competitiveness! annie speaking truths! christmas beth! christmas rio?!?! delicious bickering! CABIN isolation! gift giving perfection! I could go on and on and on. This fic just pulls you straight in. stcs crafts the timeline so effortlessly, and weaves it with so many endearing and authentic feeling details (beth has her own ‘guys’ now, and we know this bc she gives them sweets and food. OF COURSE) The longing between her and rio is so RICH. if you want your heart to swell a million sizes - this is the fic for you. favourite line: They hadn’t – been intimate yet, back when she got him arrested, or the first few times he’d shoved a gun in her face. And the sexual part had been all done and dusted prior to their, god, kidnapping and shooting fiasco. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t present throughout – a hovering spectre, forming a treacherous spine through all their endeavours.
❤ listening through the air shaft - ms_scarlet (@mego42)
now this fic. actually for real, has everything. because its every POV you never knew you NEEDED. and mego42 absolutely nails each and every one. especially Dean. Its a complicated look into his blubbering sexist mind, and misguided fixations that is really well-written. The way in which brio has their own arc throughout the chapters, but told through the eyes of those around them - is amazing. this fic just makes you love every character even MORE. favourite line: well.. annie, mick and ruby have a group chat and thats all you need to know. anytime that comes up = favourite line.
❤ instigator - nomind (@inyoursheets)
be still my bisexual heart. this fic has everyONE! Yes, this fic dissolves into perfect threesome smut BUT before you get there, you get this awesome set up of a dangerous-feeling connection between Rhea and Beth. They are honest, open and fully acknowledging the fuckedupness of their desire. For how small a part Rhea has in the show - this author NAILS her voice, it’s uncanny. Both of them talking about rio? sign me up. Rio coming home to it? sign me UP. favourite line: “Jesus,” she hears behind her. “What am I looking at right now?” Rhea smiles down on her, ignoring him, running her fingers through Beth’s hair.
** shout out to another be-still-my-bi-heart fic : @sothischickshe’s “its a dirty, dirty, game”
❤ do not pass go - linzackles @mrslackles
this. fic. has. every. thing. I am currently putting every single important thing in my life on hold to PLOUGH through this series. like full speed ahead. UGH. marcus!!! beth and rio at an event! a fancy one! big bad business dudes! betrayal! beth making bad choices! rio unable to fully communicate the weight of his desire for her! angst! just excellent, excellent, excellent plots. i like everything!!!!! favourite line: truly impossible. they are all art. but this one made me cackle. Shrugging, she responds. In the bathroom, eating nuts.Annie’s reply comes through instantly. Rio’s???????
❤ meet me under the mistletoe - sdktrs12 (@sdktrs12)
this fic.... has.... everything. I want to include this not only because I loooOoOOOved it, but also because this author just has a talent for creating holiday themed brio fics that are not in the slightest cheesy, or forced. which is... hard! to! do! I read her halloween series while in quarantine, and it became apart of my little daily routine. each fic containing at least one moment that made me go AHHH these two!!!!! so in short - thanks for infusing all my holidays with stellar brio. then christmas comes around and she nails it again! beth and rio begrudgingly working late? YES. they migh each have a date but they dont DARE talk abut their jealously? YES. Bourbon as a third character? haha YES! Beth looking smokin hot? YES. favourite line: “Is that your move? Meet me under the mistletoe?” “Oh baby, you know my moves.”
and PHEW. there ya go!
Thank you amazing fanfic authors for making my year 10000000% better.
I TAG @whiskeyjack @purplemagic @sdktrs12 @joeyjoeylee @ama-ssiempre @roxy206
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Please Have Snow and Mistletoe- Chapter 2
My deers!! How are you my loves? Thank you for letting me share this story with you. I mentioned in a comment that I’m not a huge fan of cheesy Christmas movies but I love reading them lol and apparently writing them haha. So for this chapter, we have more snowy fluff and some InoShikaCho interactions. Hope you all like it! If you haven’t read the previous chapter I have them linked below :D
Summary: Memories are made while the snowflakes fall.
Chapter 2: A Scene from a Snowglobe
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Temari’s eyes took in the pristine glittering white snow from outside their window. She’d woken up that morning wrapped around Shikamaru and despite her embarrassment, she continued to cling to him. He was just so warm and she was committed to her role as the loving girlfriend. If Shikamaru minded he didn’t mention it when he woke up.
Even though she knew that she was awake, being there felt like a Winter dream.
Last night had introduced her to all the key players. Today would be the real test of whether they could pull off being a happy couple. At breakfast, Yoshino wrapped her in tight as though she was thankful that he hadn’t disappeared in the snow. The Nara matriarch could be demanding and Shikamaru complained that she was a nag but Temari admired her. She loved her family and would do anything for them. Shikaku was more laid back, calm, and collected. But he was strong and wise. The Naras remained powerful and successful because of his leadership. Shikamaru was made up of the best part of his parents.
The day would be a whirlwind of events and activities but she looked forward to what the day would bring.
“I’m sorry I didn’t think ahead. We’ll have some things shipped tonight for you.” The clothes that she’d brought along weren’t quite suited for snowy weather. She had a pair of long pants and a sweater to wear for the day.
Shikamaru placed an old snow jacket over her shoulders. The coat had completely swallowed her up but she looked adorable drowning in the fabric.
“It’s okay Shikamaru, I think that this should suffice. So what are we doing today?”
He grinned adjusting the hood over her head. “You’ll see.”
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Temari panted hiding behind a tree. They took this snowball fight far more seriously than she could have imagined. And she absolutely loved it. Everyone in this family was far too competitive and she fit right in.
There were only a few minutes left and she’d managed to get everyone with a snowball except one.
“I hear you.” Temari turned and both she and Shikamaru had a snowball poised and ready to be thrown. She lowered her hand before she felt the snowball hit her arm.
“I can’t believe you threw that at me!” He just laughed at the incredulous look on her face.
“Loosen up my dear girlfriend.” Surprising him she lunged forward and tackled him into the snow. He just laughed, grabbing at the snow below them and raining it over her. Temari laughed breathlessly as they wrestled in the powder of white. She fought valiantly until he got the upper hand and was straddling her waist. Holding his weight above her, her back pressed into the snow.
“I think that I won.” He teased her with a handsome grin. His hands held her wrists above her head.
“Is that right?” She breathed looking up at him. She noticed a strange shift in his eyes as he began to lean forward. Her eyes fell close before she felt her hands suddenly become free.
“Shikaku! They were having a moment.” Yoshino scolded her husband who had just thrown a snowball at their sons back
“He should know better! No time for flirting!” Temari laughed seeing Shikamaru chase after his father
“Let’s go Temari. Shikaku will be annoyed if Inoichi wins.” Yoshino offered her hand to help her up.
By the end, there was no clear winner. Apparently, there never was. Their parents would just argue about which family won while they warmed up in the Yamanaka home.
Before ducking inside they built snowmen and made misshapen snow angels. Sledding and more snowballs, all the fun you could possibly have in the snow.
Her fingers were frozen and her cheeks and nose had turned red but Temari refused to go inside too quickly. Everyone else had gone in but Shikamaru remained there with her to help finish building their snowman.
“Oh no, he looks terrible.” She pouted taking in the pile of snow that could hardly be considered a snowman.
“It was much more difficult than movies make it seem.” The “snowman” was an abomination in comparison to the one that Sai and Ino had made. She couldn’t compete with Ino’s sheer determination and Sai’s artistic abilities.
“It’s okay Tem, let me make a few adjustments.” Shikamaru took off his scarf to wrap around its neck. Added more snow and adjusted his arms and eyes
“There, now he’s perfect because we made it together.” She smiled at how easily he indulged her, letting her experience all of this as much or as little as she wanted.
She pushed aside the memory of their interlude during the snowball fight. He wasn’t trying to kiss her. That wasn’t what that was. Maybe they both were just caught up in the moment.
They took pictures out there in the crystalline white, their snowman between them. It was practically imperfect in every way and yet it was just right for them.
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“Look how cute you are.”
Temari grinned seeing a photo of a young Shikamaru, Ino, and Chouji playing out in the snow. She took an offered cup of steaming hot chocolate from Shikamaru.
“You’re lucky that you have all this Shikamaru.”
“I agree. I don’t have siblings so I’m thankful that I have the two of them at least.” Seeing those snapshots was just a reminder of the memories he was no longer making. He’d become so wrapped up in his own life and career.
“What was it like growing up with your brothers.”
“They’re the best, as annoying and obnoxious as little brothers could be but I love them. I always had a partner in crime. Being away from them this year has been tough so I’m thankful that I’ll be seeing them soon. Christmases together were always the best. Loud, chaotic but we were together so it was peaceful in a weird way. I think they would love all the things your family does together.”
She knew that it was a foolish statement. Their agreement would be over in a few days. It was silly to imagine integrating her family and traditions with the Naras.
He remained silent, unsure of how to respond. There was a part of Shikamaru that wanted to assure her that they could be part of it next year. That his mother would be delighted to have even more people around, especially if it was her family.
That wasn’t what their arrangement entailed though.
Instead, he took her hand in his. “Come on, movie time.”
They settled into the plush chairs in the Yamanaka theater room. She tried not to gawk at how ridiculously wealthy they all were.
“Here Temari, Karui, and I made the snacks for tonight.” Chouji handed her a large assortment of snacks and treats.
“Appreciate it, Chouji doesn’t share his snacks with just anyone,” Karui informed her with a grin.
“Then thank you Chouji, I’m honored.”
Before the movie started Shikamaru’s arm wrapped easily around her. She automatically leaned into him a shared blanket over them. This was all to prove themselves a happy couple right?
“So you’d do this every year?”
“Yes, up until the last few years, especially when we were kids. It was more eating snacks and me sleeping than actually watching the movies but it became a tradition of ours.”
“My brothers and I would do this all the time too. If one of us were watching a movie, we would just naturally gravitate towards each other.” Them being together, it didn't matter what they were doing, it was enough.
“You’re really close to them?”
“I’d say so.”
“Think that they’d like me?”
She smiled to herself thinking about what her brothers' reaction to Shikamaru might be. “Of course my dear boyfriend. Gaara for sure, Kankuro would be an annoying prick about everything but I’m sure at some point he’d warm up to you too.”
“That actually makes me really happy to hear.” He admitted.
“Temari! Bring them next year!” Ino interjected hearing their conversation.
“Ino!”
She ignored Shikamaru’s protest. “They’d love it. More people to torture our beloved Shikamaru.”
“Ino they have their own holiday activities.” He tried to explain without revealing why that wouldn’t be possible.
She wasn’t pleased with the response but nodded. “Okay, but we have to meet them soon okay Temari?”
She nodded with a soft smile. “Sure Ino, I think they’d be happy to meet you all.”
They all settled back down as the movie played. Temari picked at her nails anxiously. It should have been enough to just learn about his life and family. Now having hers being brought up was increasing the stakes and complexity of this situation.
But when Shikamaru placed a steady hand over hers and pulled her further into his chest the worries melted away.
Shikamaru was hers for just a few more days then they’d go off to live their separate lives. Just how it should be.
Her eyes though lingered on their intertwined hands. Praying that at the end of this her heart would come out whole.
The levity of familiar holiday classics eased any tension they felt. She was just enjoying movies and snacks with her friends and “boyfriend.” Something nice and simple.
“Lay down Tem, it’s okay,” Shikamaru told her softly. She nodded surprised that he noticed her dozing off. She rested her head on his lap. He gently ran his finger through her blonde locks as her eyes fluttered closed. He smiled remembering how happy and carefree she was playing in the snow. The image of her with apple colored cheeks and snowflake kissed hair would forever remain in his memory. If that errant snowball hadn’t hit him, would he have kissed her?
Shikamaru could feel his blonde friend's eyes boring into him. “What Ino?”
“Nothing, it’s just nice to see you all coupled up. Your mother and I almost died when you told us you were bringing home a girl. Part of me thought that she’d just be some hired actress you brought along to get us off your back. But the way that you two interact, how you look at her. This is real. Now someone else can worry about your dumbass.”
He glanced down at Temari’s peaceful form. How tightly she clung to him even while sleeping. “I guess we both just got lucky.”
“You don’t believe in luck.”
“She made me believe in it.”
His friends were stunned speechless by the simple comment.
“Whoever thought that Nara Shikamaru would be such a romantic. When you two get married your mother is going to be ridiculous.” Chouji teased him already imagining the Nara matriarch on an absolute tear.
Shikamaru’s eyes shot wide open at the statement. “Married?”
Ino laughed off his surprised look. “Of course! Then babies, the next generation of InoShikaCho!”
The other couples began to chat excitedly about the prospects of weddings and babies. The talk was to be expected now that he’d brought someone home. For generations, their families had shared weird traditions one of which was having kids all around the same ages. Part of him knew that Ino and Chouji were both waiting for him before they could start their own families.
He never thought about just how much of an impact bringing someone home would have. So many hopes were being raised and soon they’d come crashing down once he and Temari “broke up.”
Maybe after all of this, he’d eventually find someone but that person wouldn’t be Temari. And the idea felt utterly disappointing. He couldn’t imagine his family welcoming someone else so easily. He doubted that anyone would ever measure up.
So he just held onto her. That inevitable future would come but he still had her at least for right now.
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That night Temari laid in bed restless and awake. She wasn’t sure what happened when she’d fallen asleep during the movie but Shikamaru seemed a little more distant when she woke.
That should have been okay. This was just a business arrangement but the cool way he regarded her for the latter part of the evening stung. His family didn’t seem to notice the change but she did. They still had two more days together and she didn’t know if she could handle him keeping her at arms distance.
Surprising her his voice range clearly in the darkness. “Come here Tem.” His strong arms drew her in and her head settled against his heart. His warm hand cradled her head as he placed a kiss against the top of her head.
“We’re okay.”
She bit back her smile of relief and nodded against his chest. His heartbeat steady and strong against her ear.
Whatever this was, however it all ended, it would be okay.
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Please Have Snow and Mistletoe
Chapter 1: Flight 4XMAS
Chapter 2: A Scene from a Snowglobe
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Shikamaru, lies have consequences...Does anyone else play Animal Crossing? It’s so hard to make a snowperson!!! It doesn’t snow where I live so it’s something that seems so magical and wonderful to me. Oh to play in the snow with your rich “boyfriend.” If you’ve read any of my stories before then you know that I love the giving your love interest something of yours to wear trope. Okie, the next chapter out tomorrow or today depending on your time zone. Thanks again for all your love and support. Love you my pretty deers!
@wargraymon0709 :D
#shikatema#shikatem#shikamaru x temari#naruto#naruto fanfiction#naruto fanfic#christmas fluff#holiday fluff#modern au#fake dating#playing in the snow#wear my jacket#inoshikacho#home for the holidays#please have snow#wheres the mistletoe#just you wait#sangriaslips#sunflowerstalks#i'll be home for christmas
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“Bokkie,” Akali raises an eyebrow, grinning slightly. “You already know what I think—and feel—’bout you. Or is the ring on your finger not enough proof?”
It’s a rhetorical question of course; they both know very well how much they mean to each other. Plus, Akali was in a giving mood anyway, with the holiday season and all. She’s more than willing to shower the love of her life in compliments, which she already does often enough on her own. An additional gift, if you will. She’s got something more special prepared for Kai’Sa later, when they decide to exchange presents.
Speaking of the holiday season though…
Little snowflakes fall by the window, painting a cold yet majestic scene outside. Their lawn is covered in a thick blanket of snow, with Akali-sized snow angels here and there. If one were to look more closely, there are also snow angels a size bigger beside them, ones that only one particular bandmate could make. Various festive ornaments decorate the room they were in, and many more lively baubles were put around the rest of the house. The Christmas tree at one side of the room glitters and lights up in patterns, quietly celebrating the occasion in all its tree-ness.
It’s warm enough inside, but Akali’s wearing a sweater specially made for her. Gotta match with her lovely honey, after all. This’d be their what, third Christmas together? Or is it fourth? Either way, this is only their second Christmas as a married couple. Their second Christmas as wives. As wives. She lets that sink in, feeling a cozy sensation settle in, grin turning a touch shy. Time sure does fly. She moves to take Kai’Sa’s hand in hers, running a thumb along the glinting ring, before she places a kiss on the back of her wife’s hand. “I’m not even sure where to begin.”
So many good things to talk about, so many memories that stood out to her. Though maybe a good place to start would be what brought them together in the first place—K/DA.
“...You, babe, are the best damn dancer I know. No bullshit. I’ve seen a lot of people choreograph steps and make up moves on the fly, but you? You’re number one in my book. And my heart.” She lowers their hands and takes her partner’s free hand as well to gently intertwine their fingers.
“It’s clear you love what you do. Each step’s a perfect fit and in time with the beat. Your students are in the right hands with you as their kick-ass teacher. They’re learning and having fun. They’re pretty lucky, but I’d say I’m even luckier, ‘cause I got you right here with me. My firefly.” She tilts her head up a bit to affectionately brush the tip of her nose against Kai’Sa’s, giving her a cute little smile.
“‘Sides, you know how hard it is to focus on what I’m supposed to do when the music comes in? Your stage presence is insane. Wait, actually– your presence in general is insane, even when you aren’t doing anything. It’s hard enough to keep my eyes off you when you’re near, but when you dance, you’re in your element. It’s impossible for people to not give you their full attention. If I didn’t have to perform, not gonna lie, I’d gladly step aside and watch you move solo.”
She’s rambling now, miraculously not stumbling over her words while she speaks what’s on her mind. And Kai’Sa is on her mind 99.9% of the time.
“And I don’t care what anyone else thinks, you’re the best singer too. Just don’t tell ‘Ri and Eve I said that.” A playful wink. “Your voice is something else, Bokkie. Reaching high notes like they’re nothing, harmonizing like a pro, and rapping like a god? Woo.” She makes a sound, nearly swooning and reminding her for a second of the high note she (unbelievably) reached with the help of the other in the latest song they put out. “Good shit. And for the record, you don’t actually need to sing to sound great. I could listen to you talk the whole day if you’d let me. It’s very…” The tips of her ears turn pink. “...Uh, nice.”
Nice is one way to put it. She likes listening to Kai’Sa the things she’s passionate about.
“Something that’s also nice though is your cooking. Man, it’s so good. No words. No words in the dictionary to tell you how good it is, I swear. You sure you’re not secretly a professional chef? I wouldn’t be surprised if you are. I come here and eat something you prepared then I’m like, this is it.” Her expression makes her look like she’s about to cry, letting go of the other’s hands to bring up her own in a gesture. “The best food to ever exist. Made by the most wonderful woman to ever exist. What a combo.”
‘Most wonderful woman’ is no exaggeration. "You’re the most accepting and supportive person I’ve ever met too. You made me feel like K/DA’s where I’m meant to be. You’re the family I never had.” She allows herself a small, lopsided smile. There’s a lot of emotion packed into that sentence.
“We’ve both got our own little quirks,” She glances at the pods that hover behind Kai’Sa just as her grin widens, the barest hint of fangs showing. “But that didn’t stop you from reaching out and being… Well, you. And I love who you are. You didn’t even change a thing about the way you treated me when I told you what I am. Hell, I think you actually like my other side.” Her eyes glint mischievously at the other when she says this. Of course Kai’Sa liked it, the same way Akali found her symbiote to be endearing and eager to please while around her. They just had a soft spot for one another.
“More importantly though…” Her arms circle around the dancer’s waist, tugging her close as Akali steps into her space, into Kai’Sa’s familiar and comforting warmth. “You’re home. Wherever I go, my thoughts somehow always go to you. ‘She doin’ alright?’, ‘this reminds of her’, ‘I wonder if she needs anything’, or ‘I should take Kai’Sa here next time, she’d love this.’ And when we’re not together, all I can think about is what I’d do just to be in your arms again. No matter what happens, I keep wanting to come back to you. My day isn’t complete without you.”
Akali tries to grasp more words, to tell Kai’Sa how she makes her so happy, but the whole thing was making it difficult for the rapper to simply focus on one aspect of her. How could she, when there’s so many things about the other that she loves? Fidgeting, her fingers tap against the dancer's back, the sweater soft to her touch as she comes up with something to better express herself. While she puts her thoughts together, bits and pieces of what she really wants to say, she reaches a hand up to brush a stray bang from her partner’s face. She feels strangely self-conscious just looking at the other, like they were the only ones existing in this moment.
You beautiful, beautiful woman. I’m so lucky to have you, she thinks to herself before she puts her hand back around Kai’Sa’s waist. Or maybe she said it out loud. She didn’t know anymore at this point.
“Never in my life did I think I’d end up getting married. Or even end up loving someone, holy shit. Didn’t know I was capable of that. But let me tell you: marrying you, the woman of my dreams, was the best damn decision I’ve ever made. So… Thanks, Kai’. For choosing me.” She closes the distance between them, meeting Kai’Sa’s lips for a heartfelt kiss. She pours her everything into it; rough yet tender, pure yearning and overflowing with affection for the wonderful woman in her arms, just in case the dancer had any more doubts of how Akali felt about her.
Even with how long they’ve been together, it feels as good as the first time they kissed. Kai’Sa’s lips are as soft as ever, Akali has the same butterflies in her stomach and the fluttering sensation of her heart. Her fingers curl and hold onto the back of the other’s sweater, as if to keep her from going away. She presses herself as close to Kai’Sa as possible, tilting her head and unconsciously raising herself up on a tiptoe the slightest bit, craving all the contact and warmth her partner has to offer.
She’ll never get tired of this. She could stay like this forever, kissing Kai’Sa, if it weren’t for their need to part for air.
When Akali eventually pulls away, she stays near enough that her breath can still be felt on her wife’s lips, gazing up at her with a barely-there smirk, the fond look in her eyes never leaving her face.
“We still have to cook dinner but,” She glances up at the little plant dangling above their heads. A cleverly-placed mistletoe by hers truly. “...I think that can wait for now. Merry Christmas, Bokkie. Love you.”
And with that, she connects their lips once more, intent on showing Kai’Sa just how much she loved and appreciated her.
#hehe uwu#merry christmas <3#all this amounts to akali going BABY YOU ARE MY ANGELLL @ kai’sa#idk how to draw christmas decor so i just colored text LMAO#voidhunting | kai’sa. my love; my heart; my home. my firefly that lights up my whole world.#voidhunting | kai’sa. kiss me right and hug me tight; i’m yours.#voidhunting | kai’sa. i’ve already traveled the world with you; you are my world.#kaisajhomentethi | kai’sa. i love me one (1) mrs. jhomen tethi.#couldn't decide on one so have everything aksjhsdjf#ic#popstar verse#kaisajhomentethi
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The Many Times He Tried To Kiss You and the One Time You Kissed Him
Secret santa event (by @bnhaclaimedmysoul) the gift for @energi-ball
A/N: what’s Christmas without a fic about mistletoe and a title that is longer than my will to live?;) To the person who is getting this, I hope that you like this and I somewhat lived up to your expectations as your secret santa!
Description: Kirishima almost gave up on creating the perfect moment for your first kiss when the holiday cheer decided to give him a helping hand.
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x reader
Word count: 2017
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You two had been dating for far too long for this to even be a proper concern but right now, Kirishima Eijirou was having the biggest inner conflict as to when was the perfect occasion to have your first kiss.
Now before you laugh, like literally everyone else when he did so little as brought up the fact that it had been months since you accepted his confession but you two had yet kissed, please consider how your boyfriend was literally one of the most precious human beings out there and for him to share that moment with you under a circumstance that was anything less than perfect would be a dishonor to him, to you, his family, his heroic moralities, and his utter most aspiration of the positive display of manliness.
Well, that was a bit extra, wasn’t it? But at least you get just why he was so torn now. The point was, he wanted it to be a moment you could look back on years later and thought of it with a smile. A sweet reminiscent of young love that blossomed into something more because although it was yet another thing that people teased him about, he had full intention to follow the manliest promise there could be, ‘hand in hand, till the day you grow old’.
Basically, if it does not look like a scene straight out of a rom-com, it was not good enough.
The first time he even had the urge to initiate anything was during one of the rare moments that you two had the classroom to yourselves. Classes had already ended and on this rare weekend where there were no training after school, everyone had eagerly ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang to latch onto the free time that they probably wouldn’t get in a very long time if the chance was missed.
You did not need to go out, the times when everyone else was gone and it was just the two of you was the time you treasured the most.
Sitting down at the desk in front of you, Kiri looked up at you whilst laying on your desk. The angle made him look like a little puppy and you were sure that you could not get anything done if he kept staring at you like that.
“What are you doing?” He asked, leaning his head on his folded arms as he tilted it to the side, watching you with curiosity when you pulled out a few pens from your bag.
There were a few things that could melt your heart. Seeing your boyfriend who was big and beefy and had every part of his appearance screaming pure display of masculinity being such a big contrast to the way he looked and acting like nothing less of a soft guard dog by your side took up most of them.
“Trying to write the cards that I have yet to finish.” You smiled and started scribbling on the few envelopes that you had prepared. School had been so hectic that you didn’t have the energy to sit down in front of a desk and use your hand to write after each long day. Your plan was to grasp at each spare minute you could get to see if you could actually get all of them done before break.
Letting out a soft hummed, Kiri gently grabbed the wrist of your writing hand and lifted it just a bit to see what you had written. There was a (badly) drawn doodle of All Might at the corner of the card and he chuckled, knowing immediately who the card would be going to.
“Is mine in there as well?” He asked, motioning to the many empty cards that were littering all across the wooden surface.
Would it be malicious if you tease him a little? “I’m not planning to write you one.”
“What?” He exclaimed and pouted, resembling the look of a child who was scolded, “Why?”
Your boyfriend was very easy to understand, no hidden agendas or honey coated words, only genuine feelings behind everything he does. Now that he had his head lowered and only his eyes peeking out from his arms, you were starting to feel bad. “What can I possibly write on yours when I already tell you everything I feel about you?” You said and tried to get him to look at you by poking the sharp edges at the top of his head.
“Yeah, but...”
“I’m just messing with you, yours was the first one I wrote.”
You grinned as he immediately sat his back straight, absolutely beaming at you. How adorable, you thought as you reached out to caress his cheek, feeling your own fluster even more as he leaned into your touch.
The sun was setting outside and the golden sun casted a warm glow to everything it could shine on. You looked gorgeous, your eyes sparkling with affection and the golden hour doing wonders to your skin. Not that you weren’t always gorgeous, Kirishima thought to himself and felt a slight warmth creeping up to his cheeks.
Kissing in an empty classroom with a sunset by the window was romantic, right?
When he slowly got up and leaned towards you, your breath hitched at the back of your throat. You shut your eyes tight in anticipation when his face was closing in on yours. You heart was pounding when you felt his hot breath on yours.
You screamed when the loud sound of the door sliding open startled you. You opened your eyes only to see that Kiri had fallen back onto the chair, looking equally startled as you were.
Stiffly turning your gaze to the door, you paled when you realised that the intruder of your moment was none other than your teacher who looked rather displeased and tired as usual.
“Can you two get this somewhere that no one would see?” Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temple as he speak, “Now leave, the campus will be closed in 5 minutes.”
Your face was nearly as red as your boyfriend’s hair when you hastily grabbed your stuff and walked pass your teacher as you two left the room.
You know what people say about bad things coming in threes? Only in this case, the powers from above decided that failing three times was not enough.
The second time he tried to kiss you, you were at an arcade. Kirishima simply could not help himself when you cheered as you hit the target, the excitement on your face and the way you were breathing heavily only added to how lovely you looked. When he wrapped one arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer, he was almost certain that this would be it. Until his hopes were rudely shattered when a small child pushed the two of your apart to reach his favourite game. Although he was smiling when the child’s mother apologized profusely, he was secretly screaming in frustration inside.
The third time it happened, it was right after training. Training to be a hero was rough, trying to be good at it was even rougher. As the alarm indicating that the time was up blasted through your ears, you could not control yourself but to lie on the cold hard floor and collect your breath. From the corner of your eye, you could see Kiri jogging his way to you with breathing just as irregular as yours. Sweat was dripping from his body and you had no shame in letting him know just how much you appreciated that sight. Nothing gets him going like knowing that you appreciated his form that he got from pure hard work. As he pulled you up from the ground, he helped you steady yourself onto the ground. You leaned on his shoulder, not caring about how he was covered in sweat and grim at all. When he leaned down, the both of you jumped in horror when the speaker suddenly started blasting from the top of your heads.
“CAN! YOU! TWO! BEHAVE! YOURSELVES! WE ARE STILL HERE????”
It was when the soul wrenching, ear piercing noise voice of Present Mic stabbed through your ear drums that you remembered that the training was watched by literally everyone in another room. They would never let you live it down.
By the fifth time, he had given up trying. Literally anything that could go wrong happened. Hell, he was sure that he slipped on a banana peel at one point and we all know that it was quite realistically impossible.
The odds were not on his side, and he had decided to just let it be.
Taking a sip of your drink, you laughed as you watch whatever shenanigans your classmates were up to.
When Mina suggested to hold a Christmas party at the dorm, no one expected it to turn out like this. Somehow, they had managed to completely revamp the yard in just hours time. You could barely recognize the space you live in when you walked in to see fairy lights hanging everywhere and a huge table set up in the middle with refreshments piled up on it.
It seemed like the holiday spirit was not enough to stop your friends from being chaotic. Bakugou was yelling at Midoriya as usual, but he still shoved whatever the green-haired kid gave him into his pocket. Sero challenged Kaminari to pour the entire bag of doritos in his mouth and someone should probably stopped them before someone die choking. Todoroki was attempting to create snow with the analysis of Yaoyorozu and Iida while Tokoyami sat at the side, saying that someone of darkness like him was not one for the cheer but you could see him smiling at the mess as well. All in all, everyone was having a good time and for the first time in forever, you felt more like an average teenager than a hero-to-be that lives on the edge.
“Not gonna join?” You smiled as you felt the sudden warmth that radiated next to you and looked to your side to see Kiri with an amused grin.
You shook your head with a laugh. “No, I much prefer watching.”
Humming in response, he followed your gaze to the rest of the class. They sure were a fun bunch to be around, no doubt.
His heart flustered when he felt a sudden weight on the side of his arm. Leaning onto him, you yawned as you smothered your face onto his arm. “I’m starting to get a bit tired.”
Gently tugging a piece of your hair behind your ear, he asked in no more but a whisper, “Want me to tug you in?”
“Please do.” You said and held onto his arm that was wrapped securely around your waist. As you reached the glass door to the indoors, there was a sudden shout from afar that made you snapped your head back in question.
“Oi, Kirishima!” Kaminari yelled with both hands around his mouth and gave his friend a big thumbs up, mouthing a good luck.
The two of you looked at each other, completely puzzled as to what made them so excited all of a sudden. Sero laughed and pointed at the top of your head. Following his pointing fingers, your eyes widened when you saw the small plant hanging at the door frame.
With the roars and wolf whistles from your friends, Kirishima looked down at you but avoided your gaze. “We can just go if you don’t-”
He was cut of by the crisp sound of your laugh. You cupped his cheek and he froze at the contact. You looked stunning under the lights.
“Merry Christmas.” You whispered into his lips before sealing the distance between you and him. He smiled as his hand found its way to the back of your head, savouring the much waited kiss. Although the cheers of your friends filled the air, it felt like it was just the two of you.
It could not have gone any more perfectly.
#bnha imagines#bnha imagine#kirishima x reader#kirishima eijiro#kirishima imagine#kirishima eijiro x reader#red riot#bnha x reader#bnha writers fest#bnha secret santa#bnha#boku no hero academia
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Just Believe
Stanley Uris x Reader!
A/N: I always feel like stanfics don’t get enough attention so here’s a super cute one I thought up in the shower! Enjoy! (also, someone find me a man like this DAAAAMN)
OH and they’re aged up in this one; not a specific age, but just older than 13 i guess? so likeee 16-17. alright cool ENJOY!
(y/f/g): your favorite gem (emerald, sapphire, ruby, etc)
“Believe in what your heart is saying, hear the melody that’s playing,” Josh Groban’s deep voice rang out from the tv set, and bounced off the walls in the living room as Stan looked at you with stars in his eyes. You were watching the end credits of your favorite Christmas movie “The Polar Express” so intently, all the while Stan remained focused on you. He grinned at how adorable it was that you were so invested in just the end credit scenes, quietly and subconsciously humming along to “Believe” by Josh Groban playing through the speakers.
Suddenly, Stan reached out and took your hand, breaking you out of your trance. You made a face as he pulled you off the couch and let his hands come to rest on your hips, a small smile playing at his lips. You relaxed at his touch and let your arms come to rest around his neck as you slowly swayed around the room, pausing to giggle at Stan’s goofy grin.
“You know, as many times as I’ve looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, I have never come across someone with quite the same color.” He whispered. You giggled again as a blush rose to your cheeks.
“Oh really? What color do you think they are, then?”
“Some mix between (Y/E/C) and (E/C).” He said, scanning your face with his big brown eyes.
“I’m so in love with you, Stanley Uris.” You whispered back, pressing a light kiss to his cheek as his grin reappeared.
He picked you up and spun you around, before putting you back down and letting his hands return to your hips, still swaying around your living room. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat so quickly, both afraid it might spring out of his chest.
You stayed like that until the song ended, and as you pulled away to turn off the TV, Stan stopped you. You raised your eyebrows as he picked up the remote and rewound back to the beginning of the song.
“Children sleeping, snow is softly falling.
Dreams are calling, like bells in the distance.
We were dreamers not so long ago.
But one by one we all had to grow up.” Stanley hummed along, and reached out his hand again. You pretended to not want to, and Stan made a shocked face, when you kissed his wide open mouth, causing you both to giggle.
“If you just believe,” You sang quietly, letting your forehead come to rest against Stan’s, a stray curl falling into place.
You got on your tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away to clean up the room before your mother got home, while Stanley watched, still amazed at how he was currently dating the girl he knew for a fact he wanted to marry one day.
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Stanely paced the floor of his office for a straight hour. You had dinner plans with your friends that night in the heart of the city, and were due back at any moment. It was the middle of December and you had promised Stan a night together earlier that week, saying you could sit down together and watch a movie like you used to when you were younger.
You were both relatively introverted, quiet people who enjoyed the simple things in life, like spending time with one another and watching movies while cuddling on the couch. It was Stanley’s favorite thing in the world, and you knew that; you always would make special time to sit and watch a movie with him.
Little did you know what Stan really had going on in his head. The ring box sat open on his desk and stared at him as he continued to pace. Suddenly, he heard the front door open and you call out, alerting him that it was time while his heart leapt into his throat.
“Hey Stanny, I’m home!” You called, hanging your coat up in the closet in the foyer.
“I’m in my office, I’ll be out in a second.” Stan said, his voice cracking. He was hoping the shaking in his voice wasn’t too obvious as he negated the thought and shoved the ring box back in his pocket.
“Hi gorgeous,” Stan grinned, joining you in the hallway.
“Heya handsome.” You kissed his lips softly and pulled back, wiping away some lipstick that smeared on the corner of his mouth.
“What movie are we watching tonight?” You asked as you entered the kitchen. Stan grinned wide.
“I was thinking ‘The Polar Express’,” He bit his lip.
“Aw, I haven’t watched that movie in forever!”
“Yeah, you save it for Christmas time every year, babe.”
“Oh, right.” You ran upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes while Stan lit the fire and quickly hung some mistletoe in the living room to mark the spot where he would propose to you, the love of his life.
You returned quickly and popped some popcorn, settling into your spot curled into Stan’s side, preparing for your all-time favorite Christmas movie. Stan could hardly pay attention, he was too busy with a million thoughts running around his head.
What if she says no? Or what if she laughs in my face? What if she was planning on breaking up with me? I can’t do this, it’s too much.
A familiar sound began playing through the surround sound, causing Stan to swallow hard. Whether he liked it or not, now was his perfect chance.
Just as they had been when they were younger, (Y/N) was absolutely entranced by the end credits and the familiar melody and deep voice of Josh Groban.
Stanley cleared his throat, grabbing your attention away from the screen. Stanley gestured up with his eyes to the mistletoe above your heads. As you were busy focused on that, and wondering how he got it up there without your knowledge, your attention returned to Stanley, who had gotten down on one knee. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, as the most beautiful (Y/F/G) sparkled at you in the firelight.
“(Y/N), will you please do me the absolute honor of being my bride, my wife, my lifelong love?” Stanley asked, his eyes shining.
“Yes, yes of course, oh my GOD yes!” Stanley barely got up when you slammed your lips onto his, and threw your arms around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He breathed a sigh of relief as you dismounted to allow him to slip the ring on your finger.
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“And do you take this man to be your loftly wedded husband?”
“I do.”
“By the power vested in me by the great state of Georgia, you may now kiss. Congratulations, you two.” Similar to the day Stanley had proposed, and multiple days before and after that, you slammed your lips onto his and found your hairs exploring his curls as cheers exploded around you.
You ran down the aisle, hand in hand, giggling and screaming with excitement, as you ran towards the fountain in front of the museum.
Once you were alone, you turned to face your new husband, and grinned.
“Hi.” You said, slightly out of breath.
“Hi.” Stanley replied.
“Ready to go into the reception as the Uris’s?”
Stan sighed a little bit, then laughed.
“Dammit, I knew I should’ve taken your last name.”
You rolled your eyes but grabbed Stan’s hand anyway, and led him into the ballroom.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first time ever, let me introduce to you, The Urises!” You were met with a deafening cheer from your family and friends, as you caught your mother’s eye, who wiped away a few tears.
She knew you were going to marry Stan from the first moment you’d told her about him. The way you described him, and how your eyes lit up, there was no way you’d ever find someone so perfect for you as Stanley Uris ever was. Boy, was she right.
“Are you ready for your first dance?” You looked back at Stan and he nodded, leading you to the dance floor.
“Children sleeping, snow is softly falling.
Dreams are calling, like bells in the distance.
We were dreamers not so long ago.
But one by one we all had to grow up.”
Tears welled up in your eyes a little bit as you wrapped your arms around Stan’s neck like you had the previous year, and multiple years before then. He smiled down at you with the same goofy grin, and watched as your eyes shone brighter than ever.
“You know, as many times as I’ve looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, I have never come across someone with quite the same color.” Stanley whispered.
“You know, I’ve actually heard that before.” Stanley burst out in laughter, and shook his head, pulling you a bit closer. You swayed around the dance floor for the length of the song, allowing your head to come rest on Stan’s chest. You could hear his heart beat so loud and so fast, that you swore it was going to fly out of his chest.
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One Day in December: Chapter 5 🎇
one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - epilogue
Words: 3630;
Warnings: few slightly smut-ish bits, and if you want a warning for drinking and smoking then you have it;
Summary: In the next year both Andrew and Bianca are finally alone and the tensions gets unbearable.
Hozier tag list:
@letoursilencebreaktonight; @angelpeachamber; @sgt-morgan; @julessbrown;
December 2014
Bianca was late. Very fucking late.
The party started over an hour ago, and she was hurrying down the sidewalk, the heels of her boots scuffling and catching on patches of ice.
“Yes. This is all I need this year. To break my neck on my way to the party” she muttered to herself, pulling her big, cozy faux fur coat tighter as the night’s chill stung her cheeks and legs. Perhaps she should’ve chosen a longer coat, but… nothing else went as well with the dress she’d selected specifically for the occasion . Despite the fact that the air was so cold and she surely had a nose redder than Rudolph’s… it would be well worth it when she got there.
This year, she was prepared.
Word was that Andrew was single; had been for months.
It was really all speculation… rumors people had spread about him, but she spent the last few weeks seriously holding on to the notion that he really was. Because amazingly… so was she.
She giggled to herself as she got closer and closer, the cars lining either side of the street around the bend reminding her of how late she really was, “Parties never start on time” she reminded herself.
But it wasn’t just that… it was the fact that she wanted to spend as much time with Andrew as humanly possible. That was… if he still wanted her the way he seemed to last year.
She skipped up the steps, sneaking in quickly to be greeted by the warm rush of heat. They had the fire going; she could smell the delicious scent already. She passed the mirror in the foyer, noting the bright red nose as she predicted, and willed it to go away lest she ran into him immediately. Other than that; everything looked alright. She was greeted by friends as she rounded the corner, and she said quick hellos before skirting off down the hall to the coat room. She waved to someone just as she got to the bedroom, slipping the buttons on her coat while she crossed the threshold.
She halted dead in her tracks when she spotted the figure standing at the foot of the bed; his head bent as he searched his pockets for what she could only assume was his lighter, noting the cigarette dangling from his lips.
Andrew glanced up, sensing the presence of someone else in the room other than himself. His eyebrow cocked as he realized who it was and a smirk curled at the edge of his lips, the cigarette hanging on for dear life.
“Bianca” he breathed, standing up straight and shaking back his shoulders.
She gasped softly, telling herself to shut her mouth so she didn’t quite so much resemble a dead fish, “Andrew…?”
Here she was thinking she was prepared to tackle her years-long crush after a devastating last years season… when he goes and shows up like that. Had he looked like that a few months ago? When was the last time she’d caught him on tv…?
Andrew’s eyes sparkled, the devil in them as he drank her in. Well… it wasn’t so much drink as it was devour. Bianca shifted under his heavy gaze, something igniting inside her that hadn’t quite been there the last time they were in a room alone together.
“Mmm… Good to see you, love” he drawled, his tongue licking at every word as it tumbled languidly from his lips, “I’m going out for a smoke… care to join me?”
But…
“Um…” she squeaked softly, and she bit her lip, really wishing she hadn’t sounded like that just then, “Yes. Yeah…sure.” she tried to maintain her cool, but her mind screamed I just got here and it’s freezing outside but I’d honestly follow you anywhere.
Andrew chuckled at her reaction, nodding his head in the direction of the sliding door not-so-cleverly concealed by a row of floor-to-ceiling blinds, “C’mon… there’s no one out here…”
Bianca had to remind herself to use her feet to propel her body forward. That’s how it works when you walk, Bianca… one foot in front of the other. It was hard. He was so gorgeous. Not that he hadn’t been before, but this was…. this was… When had Andrew Hozier-Byrne become so sexy?
She fastened her coat back up, smoothing out the front like that made any difference at all. He pushed the slider open through the blinds and held them back for her to walk through. The cold hit her again full force and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep the heat in. They were blocked in by a series of tall shrubs; quiet… secluded.
Oh…
Bianca heard the flick and click of his lighter behind her and she turned just in time to catch him lighting his cigarette. She swallowed thickly, the scene before her like something out of her wildest dreams. His hair was… well it was shorter than it was last year, but now it was much fluffier and much curlier, like he used a fucking curling iron. The dark jean jacket was layered over a flannel shirt, and somehow… this was like a completely different person.
“God, it’s freezing…” he commented with chuckle, shoving one of his hands deep inside the pocket of his jacket. The collar stood up straight, shielding his neck from the cold, the scarf that hung there barely providing any warmth.
“It is” Bianca smiled softly, unsure now just how to act in front of him.
“I won’t keep you long… just wanted some company” and he flashed that same gorgeous smile she fell in love with, but this time his teeth were much straighter and whiter.
Suddenly it wasn’t so cold outside anymore.
“It’s fine… I don’t mind it…”
“So how you’ve been… you look really good.”
Bianca’s cheeks burned, and she burrowed deeper into her jacket, “Thanks… um… you do too” he just smirked in response,. “I’m… I’m doing well… can’t believe we’re already back here again.”
“I know…” he exhaled, the cigarette smoke an opaque cloud as it mingled with the night air, “Seems like forever but… also not.”
She dug into the pavement with the heel of her boot, “Yeah… you um… you seem… different, maybe?”
He laughed outright, “Different bad or… different good?”
“Different good” she assured him all to quickly.
“It’s the fame, baby” he waved his head like he was in L’Oréal shampoo commercial and laughed loudly. Andrew smirked watching the color rise up on her cheeks, loving the way her nose turned all red out here. He wanted to kiss it. To kiss her. He noticed how hard she was shaking, and took one last drag before flicking his cigarette. He couldn’t talk to her out here like this.
“C’mon love, let’s get you back inside.”
“Oh thank God” she sighed with relief and they smiled at each other before heading back in. Andrew removed his coat, his eyes on her as she took hers off as well.
“Speaking of people looking different…” Andrew drawled, his eyes trailing up her body. She was wearing a dress again, but it wasn’t sweet and it wasn’t cute, and there were no heart tights to be seen; as much as he’d loved them on her. She wore a tight cobalt blue mini-dress that hugged every single curve of her body… the curves Andrew had never really had the chance to see before, “You look… good, like…”
Bianca actually glanced down to see what she was wearing again, as if she’d forgotten after hours of contemplation. When she looked back up, Andrew was still checking her out and she raised her eyebrow at him, waiting for him to look her in the eyes.
“Thanks…” she replied cooly, her confidence coming back now that she was getting used to whatever this new version of Andrew was.
Andrew bit his bottom lip as they stared each other down, that uncomfortable sexual tension humming between them again.
“Wanna get a drink?”
“Yes, definitely.” She breathed and the two of them went to join the rest of the party.
*
Bianca had never seen Andrew so outgoing before. It was so effortless between the two of them, the flirting at an all-time high.
He loved the way her hazel eyes sparkled when she laughed, and he loved the way the little tendrils of her toffee-colored hair slipped out of the low knot at the nape of her neck. Most importantly, he loved that she was here again; even if nothing happened… he just wanted to be around her.
“Are you gonna dance with me, or…?” Bianca grinned, when another good song boomed through the speakers.
“Absolutely not” Andrew chuckled, sipping his beer, “But you go ahead. I don’t mind watching.”
“Noooo…” she giggled, leaning her shoulder on the wall beside him, “I feel silly doing that… can’t dance alone.”
“Well, good. You can stay here and talk to me, then” he breathed deeply, turning his body so they were facing each other. His eyes drifted across her face and down her body and then back up again.
“Don’t look at me like that” she murmured, a teasing smile on her lips, her eyes batting flirtatiously.
“I’m gonna look at you any way I want” Andrew growled lowly, his eyes falling to her full pink lips, and then back to her eyes again.
Bianca swallowed hard, stepping in a bit closer, mesmerized by his gaze.
The tension. It was back. Thick. Heavy.
“D’you wanna get-”
“Yes” Bianca replied almost immediately and Andrew raised his eyebrows at her rapid reply. She slipped her hand in his and they pushed through the bodies in the living room until they passed through the entryway with the mistletoe and into the long hallway, “Where should we go?”
“Coat room. Only one that’s kept open” Andrew replied, nodding down the hall.
Bianca nodded, too excited to think of a plan b. This was happening.
They crept in, and Bianca immediately checked the master bathroom to see if there was anyone lingering about. Andrew was just clicking the lock on the main door when she came to stand beside him again and he looked to her with a twinkle in his eye.
“No one needs their jacket just yet I’m sure”
She nodded her head in agreement and it took Andrew a half a second before he had her pinned up against the door, his body towering over her. Bianca giggled at his eagerness and Andrew chuckled at his own excitement, “I’m sorry, it’s just…”
“Four years.”
“Yes” he laughed, his throat tight at the thought of all the bad things that had happened, “Wait… before we do this… you, em… you’re not seeing anybody… right?”
She bit her lip, shaking her head, “No… you?”
“No.”
“Good” she said firmly, an intensity blazing in her eyes. He marveled at how dark and dim they became when she was in a particularly sexual mood, the amber surrounding her irises burning bright.
Andrew pressed his body closer to hers, licking his lips, his eyelids heavy and dreamy. Bianca was melting. He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself. When he opened them, a smile graced his lips before he leaned in, his mouth hovering over hers.
“Kiss me” she breathed, the both of them hanging in the moment. Andrew paused for only a fraction of a second before his lips crushed against hers. Her mouth was soft, and warm, and inviting… and Andrew kissed her long, and slow, and with a deliberate sense of purpose; wanting to remember and cherish this particular moment long after it was over. His tongue licked at her, tasting her, the fruitiness of the cocktail she had earlier making her mouth extra sweet.
Bianca lifted her arms standing on her tippy toes, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him close. He groaned into her mouth, pressing his hips against hers, her back now flat against the door. Bianca’s stomach knotted and tumbled, his lips more perfect than she’d imagined. The amount of times she thought about how they’d feel were too many to count, and her heart was singing for him. He kissed her hungrily now, his belt buckle digging into her side as he covered her body with his.
“God love…” Andrew breathed, only pulling away for a moment to catch his breath. He kissed at the corners of her mouth, his hands sailing up her back and coasting down again to hold tight onto her hips. She was everything he’d dreamt about and he kicked himself for being an idiot for the past four years. There was the small matter of a girlfriend at the time, but if Andrew was being honest with himself, it was Bianca that had always had him hooked.
“Andrew I’m sorry…” Bianca breathed when his mouth descended to her chin and down her neck, where he planned to spend a very long time exploring.
“What…?” he looked up, his gorgeous brown eyes like melted chocolate, liquid and hazy.
“I’m sorry for last year” she confessed, the way she’d hurt him had torn her up for a year; and she thought about him more than she was willing to confess.
“It’s fine, love” Andrew whispered softly, his thumb caressing her lip, and he swooped in to steal a few more quick pecks, “You did the right thing, and… I, em, I wasn’t in a good place. But…” he pressed even tighter against her if that were possible, “I am now.”
“A very good place” she confirmed, pulling his face close to hers once more. She was going to kiss him until his lips were good and raw.
Andrew smirked, teasing her before they locked lips again. Bianca’s eyes fell closed, falling victim to his prowess, his confidence, the assureds in his actions that hadn’t been there in the past. Their lips seemed a perfect match; sliding and teasing, tasting and pulling; and he captured her full bottom lip between his own. He sucked and nibbled, drawing moans and whimpers from deep within her.
“You’re perfect…” he husked between playful nips, “I could kiss you forever…”
His hand slipped down her waist, his fingers lingering just above the curve of her ass.
“Keep going” she giggled against his mouth, when she felt him hesitate. There was no need to take it slow; surely they were comfortable enough now to just dive right in.
Andrew leaned his forehead against hers, the curls falling into his face tickling her skin, “Alright…” he chuckled, nervous on the inside.
Bianca didn’t know what sound it was that escaped her lips, all she knew was that when Andrew’s hand squeezed her ass, she arched her body into his as a silent plea for more.
“You like that?” he teased, grabbing another fistful, feeling her body twitch, her leg lifting in response.
With her knee at the side of his calf he was invited closer, much closer, and the heat that burned and crackled between them felt so intoxicating now. Bianca’s hands slid down his neck. He kissed her again, his nose bumping against hers, making her giggle.
“Shhh…” laughter danced on the edges of his whisper when he kissed her cheek and down her neck again. His fingers sunk into her thigh, holding it to him while his mouth wreaked havoc on her neck. He licked and sucked along her collar bone, his nose gliding across her soft skin, inhaling the scent that was completely her.
Bianca’s hands trailed down his chest, counting the buttons down his shirt as she went, wondering how quickly she could remove it if she were given the opportunity. His waist was thin and firm, a little bit of softness at his hips. He had a kissable kind of body, one that she’d surely thought about naked… mostly after the night he’d placed his hand on her thigh. She had dreams of him in that maroon sweater, how his hair would stick up from the static when she pulled it over his head. And then what his chest would look like underneath, and how desperately she wanted to cuddle up to it.
Her arms wound around his waist beneath his jean jacket, the checkered shirt warm from his overheated skin. She loved it on him, but she wanted it off, wanted to see his arms, to feel them around her. Andrew paused when he felt her trying to push it off his shoulders, a determined pout on her lips. He gazed at her curiously, dropping his arms to his sides to help her with her mission. It fell to the floor with a thud, and she grinned at him, a satisfied smirk on her lips.
“Just want me naked right here don’t you?” He teased, his voice dark and thick like velvet; his arms facing palms up at his sides.
“Mmm… yes…” she hummed as her fingers skimmed along his skin, pushing the flannel down his arms, tracing the tattoo on his bicep and down, down, down the veins of his forearms until she could entwine his fingers with hers. She pressed her lips to his chin quickly, aching to adorn him with her kisses the way she’d always wanted to, “C’mere you…”
Bianca tugged him closer to her again, her lips smooth and wet as they pressed against his, her tongue teasing him before she kissed up that sharp jaw of his, to his ear where he moaned happily as she sucked on his earlobe, “Oh… you like this…” she whispered, her fingers gripped tight on the edge of his shirt.
Andrew wound his arms around her, hugging her close, needing her pressed against him while she had her way with him, “I’ve had dreams about kissing you all over…” she cooed. He was adorable and sexy and her mind felt fuzzy as she tried to absorb every second of this moment. She was disappearing into him, their bodies like liquid as they melted together, finally acting on all the tension they accrued over the years.
He was torn; simultaneously wanting to throw her on the bed and ravage her, but also wanting to hold her in his arms and kiss her slow until the sun came up. Oh, but couldn’t he do both?
There was a loud banging on the door that startled the two of them; their intimate little moment interrupted. They were so very lost in the idea of exploring one another for the rest of the night that they’d almost forgotten where they were.
“Shit” Andrew hissed under his breath.
Bianca grinned up at him, blinking her eyes dreamily at the flush of his cheeks and his messy hair. The pounding continued and Andrew fixed his shirt, then scooped his jacket up off the floor, his eyes on hers as he slid it back on.
Her lips were red and swollen at his doing, and there were more tendrils falling out of her hair then there had been before. He gazed at her with adoration and a strong feeling in his gut that this needed to continue.
“This… could be a horrible idea… but… we could do one of two things…”
Bianca raised her eyebrows, excited to hear what her options were, despite the incessant pounding at the door.
“One… we could ditch this party, and you could let me walk you back to yours and hopefully invite me up” he grinned, quite pleased with himself for being so bold as to suggest a tryst with the gorgeous girl standing before him; because it certainly wasn’t something he did often.
“And two?” She purred, her eyes dancing golden brown as the amber radiated from the irises with delight.
“And two” he echoed, “We could just head back out there, grab a drink and listen to shitty renditions of shitty Christmas tunes for the remainder of the evening.”
Bianca whistled, “Wow. Tough choice.”
Andrew raised his eyebrow as he waited on her response. The pounding on the door getting on his nerves, “Hey! Pack it in! Give us a fucking second!”
“Fuck off” he heard the person on the other side grumble and they both burst into laughter.
“One. I choose option one” Bianca cried breathlessly, and Andrew threw his arm around her waist, kissing her quick.
“Thank god, fuck. Grab your coat, darling.”
The nervous knot in her stomach was replaced by an excited flurry of butterflies, and they fluttered and swooped as Andrew helped her with her coat. He slipped his hand in hers when they were both properly dressed, and they dashed out of the room and past the persistent asshole who told them to ‘fuck off’ once more as they sailed down the hallway.
Bianca’s feet scurried to keep up with Andrew’s much longer strides, and she bowed her head, biting her lip as she avoided eye contact with the other partygoers. She couldn’t care less what they thought as they pushed past them, she just wanted to think of Andrew and only Andrew as he pulled her towards the front.
“It’s four streets up and one over” Bianca explained while they stood on the front steps, Andrew hurriedly buttoning up his navy coat, wrapping the scarf tighter and popping the collar up to shield his ears.
“Gonna be a long walk, then” he huffed with a grin, his warm breath sending smoke signals like love letters into the starry night sky.
“I could keep you warm” she chirped, her cute little smile warming him up almost instantly.
Andrew grinned at the rosy red her nose was already turning, and tapped it once before he linked his arm with hers, “C’mon, honey… let me take you home.”
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I’m gonna rant because I’m fucking pissed.
Let’s just start with the fact that Josie was barely in the episode which was just dumb! Her babyism and Christmas would’ve been the perfect combination and the most adorable thing on earth. But nooooo, because we needed to focus on Sebastian and Lizzie already toxic relationship (don’t tell it’s not toxic, did you see that throat grab. like what the fuck was that?) and we needed to fall in love with Sebastian because another Damon like character is just what was missing.
I actually liked Rafael’s story line I’m glad he found his father and he didn’t turn out to be an asshole. I loved seeing Pedro and I’m glad Kaleb got his dream car that he wanted since he was a kid.
That’s the small amount of things I liked in this episode.
I’m so over Hope and Landon. I’m sorry. They are boring. And I’m not just saying that because he didn’t choose Josie. I’m saying it because the writers rely so much on that ship, trying to make it seem like there is no love stronger that theirs! Like, come on, they are 18 years old. I get it, they are in love but there was so much potential for Hope to explore the dating scene without Landon knowing who she was.
But noooo, it was all about fucking Handon. Both of them are going to live forever and you are trying to make me believe that they will be together forever? Come on.
And my favorite bit. The way they used Josie this whole season.
Everybody knew Landon’s going to choose Hope, like everybody, so basically Josie was used as a placeholder and they made us wait to see how her heart breaks for like a millionth time in just two seasons. They were just dangling with her feelings like she doesn’t matter. No wonder the fandom thinks she’s going to turn dark. Hell, I would be pissed too.
Everybody leaves her or just tosses her aside when something “better” comes along. She just said in the last episode “I guess, I’m second rate.” Like how fucking sad is that?
She is the sweetest, most caring person who puts everybody before her ignoring her own feelings and emotions and she stills gets fucking left behind and heartbroken in the end!
Oh and they made Landon break up with her on Christmas, (I know it wasn’t technically Christmas but still) just because the writers wanted to give Handon a romantic and epic reunion under the mistletoe.
So I guess let’s just fuck Josie over, right? Made her wait for the inevitable heartbreak that she knows it’s going to happen because she knows Landon loves Hope and she’s never going to measure up to her.
Fuck them. (the writers, not Handon.)
#legacies#josie saltzman#hope mikaelson#landon kirby#legacies rant#legacies season 2#i'm disappointed
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Christmas / Winter Writing Promts
A/n: FOR THE ANON WHO ASKED FOR PROMPTS FOR THE ANIME!!
Note: can totally be used for other things.
A/n 2:So just like my last list this is the same thing.
Also most of these are from my old shitty list that I made years ago with some other ones added.
getting out/putting up decorations.
making christmas cards.
sitting/snuggling in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa/tea.
shopping for and/or wrapping gifts.
buying the christmas tre.e
decorating the christmas tree.
mistletoe.
making snowmen.
wearing ugly christmas sweaters
baking holiday treats.
Kissing in front of the fireplace.)
watching a classic holiday film
listening to/playing festive music or caroling.
ice skating.
snowball fight!
catching cold from being outside so much.
spending time with friends/family.
one lending the other their coat/scarf/hat to keep them warm.
throwing/attending a holiday party.
one surprising the other with an early gift.
spending the evening in a cafe.
making s’mores.
having drinks together on christmas eve.
sneaking around after the other has fallen asleep to put up their gift.
spending christmas morning together.
Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town: Santa’s at the mall and our muses have gotten in line to visit. Who said this was only a holiday for the little kids?!
The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting): Our muses have snuggled for some fireside Christmas dreaming.
You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch!: My muse (or your muse) is about to ruin Christmas! Horror! One of the other muse watches on. Can they make the grinchy heart grow from being two sizes too small? (Specify in your request who is who or leave it up to me!)
Frosty the Snowman: Our muses are off to build a snowman!
Silver Bells: It’s holiday shopping time and our muses are off buying presents for everyone on their lists.
White Christmas: It’s started to snow for what feels like the first time in forever! But one of our muses has never seen snow before, so the other will just have to do something about that, won’t they? (Specify who is who or leave it up to me!)
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas: Our muses attempt to put together what is the perfect Christmas for themselves.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: Santa’s in trouble and only our muses can save Christmas! Can we do it and deliver toys to all of the good girls and boys?
The Christmas Shoes: Our muses do something very selfless for someone in need on Christmas Eve.
Santa Baby: One of our muses has decided to dress as Mr./Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy! (Specify who or leave it to me!)
The First Noel: Our muses are involved in a nativity scene at the church.
Silent Night: Not a creature was stirring… It’s Christmas Eve and everyone is in bed, except for our muses.
Oh Christmas Tree: Our muses go tree shopping! This one looks juuuust right!
Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer: One of our muses has had a little accident and will be spending Christmas in the hospital. (Specify who or leave it to me!)
Who Spiked the Eggnog: One of our muses is a little drunk from too much ‘nog and has become a little too jolly. (Specify who or leave it to me!)
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing: Our muses have joined a group of carolers for some holiday cheer!
Believe: One of our muses has gotten down about the holidays and needs some of that holiday magic restored in their life to bring them back- and to restore their faith in humanity. (Specify who or leave it up to me.)
Grown-Up Christmas List: My muse finds your muse’s Christmas list and just has to find that perfect gift.
Jingle Bells: Our muses take a sleigh ride!
Blue Christmas: How do our muses cope with being apart for Christmas?
Silver and Gold: Our muses are rummaging through ornaments for the Christmas tree and admiring some of the pieces that have been collected over the years.
I’ll Be Home for Christmas: One of our muses is home for the holidays, just in time! (Specify who or leave it up to me.)
Winter expectations vs. winter reality.
We need to buy you winter clothing.
Treatment for the flu/ a cold
Getting the person who doesn’t like Christmas into the right festive mood
Snowball fight
Hot tea and cozy sweaters
Giving subtle hints of what one would like to get for Christmas
Decoration wars (must include glitter)
Sleigh rides
Reading someone Christmas stories
Baking Christmas cookies
An unusual snowman
Finding a present for that person that is impossible to find a present for
The smell of Christmas
Holding out in a snowstorm together/Getting snowed in together
A Christmas letter.
Falling asleep by the fireplace
Dancing in the snow
The last day of work/class before the holidays
An odd Christmas tradition.
Picking out the right Christmas tree.
Obnoxious singing of Christmas songs.
The Traditional Christmas dinner.
Watching the snow alone and watching the snow together.
25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
December 1: Star
December 2: Hot Chocolate
December 3: Snow
December 4: Candy Canes
December 5: Christmas Tree
December 6: Angel
December 7: Pyjamas
December 8: Tinsel
December 9: Ice Skating
December 10: Frost
December 11: Eggnog
December 12: Cider
December 13: Peppermint
December 14: Gingerbread
December 15: Presents
December 16: Fireplace
December 17: Stocking
December 18: Cookies
December 19: Santa
December 20: Sled
December 21: Snow Man
December 22: Jingle Bells
December 23: Carols
December 24: Icicle
December 25: Christmas Movies
Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’.
Getting trapped in a shopping mall together during after-hours in which they were christmas shopping too hard.
SWEATER PAWS AND CUDDLES.
Losing S/O at a christmas market and having to make an announcement over an intercom as to reunite them again (I’m thinking early 80’s era with fluorescent jackets and big old scarfs and brick phones that they left at home).
Fluffy, pretty, ‘princess’ character meets emo, grunge, moody character at a trashy christmas party and accidentally (drunkenly) makes them fall for them.
A competition for cringiestchristmas sweater at an office party, in which your otp comes wearing the same sweater.
Christmas Eve has your otp trapped in an elevator until late, both hungry and cold and now asleep together on the floor with bags of shopping discarded across from them.
Being hit in the face by an angry customer swinging their arms about and their S/O beating them up in the parking lot.
Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean.
Otp acting domestic whilst cooking their families christmas dinner and worrying about whether their parents are getting on with each other.
Planning a beautiful engagement for christmas day, only to lose the ring.
Mothering their S/O’s younger siblings and making sure they’re getting enough to eat.
Falling asleep in front of the fire whilst their S/O is playing them ‘dance of the sugar plum fairy’ on piano. They pull a blanket over them and curl up beside them.
Spilling hot chocolate/coffee/a hot-fucking-beverage on the other and insisting on paying for a new drink and new clothes for them, unaware that they’re rich and very capable of buying themselves another coffee. Besides, they don’t know that this jacket is Louis Vuitton and cost more than the knock-off Gucci belt that had caught their eye in the first place (probably looking a little lower than the belt, but we digress).
First christmas with their S/O and panicking to their best friend/sibling about what to get them. Somehow, a plushie didn’t seem exactly suitable when they knew the other had bought them an engagement ring.
Flying overseas for christmas, but having their baggage lost/delayed, meant they had to walk around their hotel room naked for a few days. That was their excuse anyway.
Burning christmas dinner and trying to order take-out (congratulations, you plebs).
Being gifted tickets to see a family member overseas, but having to leave their S/O at home for christmas, not expecting them to turn up on their doorstep on christmas morning with a bouquet of roses.
Finding their S/O drinking eggnog from the carton and crying at ‘Love Actually’ on their return from working all day. Pulling the other into their lap and kissing their forehead until they stop crying and fall asleep.
SLIPPING ON ICE, SPENDING CHRISTMAS IN HOSPITAL AND GUESS WHO THEIR DOCTOR IS??? *cue us pterodactyl screeching and them ensuing sexy shenanigans***
Decorating the christmas tree together and blowing the fuse for the electrics. Waiting in candle-light for the electricians to arrive and- let me just say- nothing stays fluffy in candle-light.
Bringing each others home country traditions to the dinner table and experiencing a weird mix of food.
Secretly learning their S/O’s mother-tongue to surprise them and be able to talk to their family at christmas.
Buying animal-proof fairy lights, confusing their S/O, but it all makes sense when there’s an ENTIRE puppy in their living room on christmas day.
Falling asleep in the passenger seat whilst their S/O drives them to a family members house for christmas, but not wanting to wake them for further directions because they look so p e a c e f u l.
Cuddling in the bathtub because it’s so cold outside and their S/O got caught in the snow on the way home from work.
Kissing under the mistletoe is underrated, go big or go home.
Sleeping in until midday because they just want to be in each other’s arms and it is so warm with them right here beside them.
Making out under the christmas tree because the lights reflecting in their S/O’s eyes just looked too ethereal for them not to kiss them until they lost their breath.
Eating dinner together and sharing kisses over the dining table. This isn’t always fun when their S/O has a hate for brussel sprouts.
Falling asleep on their significant other’s chest whilst they’re wrapping christmas presents, meaning that some aren’t wrapped the next morning because the sellotape had RUN OUT.
Failing to get the right meat and their S/O sending them back multiple times until they end up going together and realising that they weren’t even going to the right store.
Slow kisses.
Text messages asking for their S/O to put the kettle on for them as they were almost home.
Sitting on the doorstep in the cold, waiting for their S/O to come home from working on christmas day (emergency services?) and hugging them for so long whilst whispering ‘merry christmas’ into their neck and kissing any inch of skin they can reach.
Slow dancing to Frank Sinatra’s christmas songs in the kitchen and forgetting to check the potatoes in the oven.
Ice skating and them BOTH BEING REALLY GOOD ACTUALLY.
ACCIDENTALLY WEARING MATCHING NAUGHTY/NICE JUMPERS IN PUBLIC AND THEN BUMPING INTO EACH OTHER.
Avoiding the mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get the otp there.
Neighbour au in which one gets drunk on mulled wine and ends up knocking at the other’s door, drunkenly trying to seduce the other and- instead- passing out in their living room.
MAKING OUT IN THE CLOAKROOM OF SOME POSH CHRISTMAS PARTY.
Just lots of making out in general. Jesus wanted us to repopulate which means fuc-
Crawling into their roommate’s (S/O’s) bed because it is too cold in their own and they want cuddles.
For goodness gracious IT’S 3 AM PLEASE STOP CAROLING au
-You threw a snowball and it hit me/my window and I was going to be mad but you’re really cute. Do you want to come in for hot chocolate? au
-This is the fourth time you’ve come to ask for sugar this week. How many cookies are you making? au
-we’re at an ugly Christmas sweater party and that thing is horrendous where did you even find that au
-You don’t realize I can see over the fence to watch you make snow angels like you’re five years old au
-you would literally make the best neighborhood Santa au
-are you the one putting mistletoe absolutely everywhere in this apartment building, or do you just happen to be in the right place at the right time every single time I walk under it au
-I just heard a ten pound turkey hit the ground and also very strong words. Do you need help? au
-I work at the Christmas tree lot and you just had to pick the heaviest tree there didn’t you au
-You were putting up Christmas lights and you just fell off the roof omg do you need me to drive you to the hospital au
-I invited you to Christmas dinner as my boyfriend/girlfriend so that my family would stop pestering me about being single, but we can keep this up until New Year’s, right? au
I’m going to eat this whole pie by myself and you’re not going to say anything about it au.
1. Mistletoe kiss
2. Pretend boyfriend/girlfriend for family Christmas party
3. You made me a Christmas playlist but it’s just Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you”. I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or if it’s a joke
4. My car got stuck in snow you saved me
5. Last Christmas I gave you my heart and you asked me to marry you
6. I got you for Secret Santa, but I thought it was suppose to be a gag gift, and now I wont fess up because I’m embarrassed
7. We’re both stuck at the airport for Christmas eve
8. Snowman competition, the judges are a bunch of five year old kids
9. I work at a toy store and you keep coming in but never buy anything
10. Your dad is Santa, he’s missing, and I’m helping you save Christmas
11. I’m a barista and you keep making weird faces when you drink the “Christmas cheer in a cup” coffee I make, why do you keep ordering it?
12. We’re neighbors and I just got locked out of my apartment, I was baking cookies that will burn if I don’t get in there quick
13. You made me an ugly Christmas sweater
14. I met you on Christmas but haven’t seen you since, until today on Christmas day, are you an angel? Wait, you actually are?
15. We’re stuck in different cities, so we wont be together for Christmas. We end up talking on the phone for hours, to the annoyance of our families.
16. I was dressed up as an elf, because of my job. You’re drunk and think I actually know Santa
17. You hate Christmas because you’ve never had a good one. So I go all out to make this the best Christmas for you
18. I was cold, so you gave me your jacket but now you’re cold too. So I suggest we hug instead
19. I’ve never seen snow in person before, until now, what is this white stuff falling from the sky? Why are you laughing at me?
20. We got into an argument because of something stupid, but I slipped on ice on the stairs. I called you to help me, and our fight was forgotten when you got all worried
21. I was putting up Christmas lights, and I literally fell into your arms
22. There’s one Christmas cookie left, so I challenge you, winner takes the cookie
23. You keep playing Christmas music, and it’s driving me nuts, please play something else.
1. “You’re freezing. Come here.”
2. “That’s the eggnog talking. I’m cutting you off.”
3. “I didn’t wrap it, so you have to close your eyes.”
4. “Don’t be such a Scrooge.”
5. “That’s mistletoe we’re standing under.”
6. “It’s snowing.”
7. “Open it.”
8. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
9. “I’m just happy you’re here.”
10. “Tis the season for sharing feelings, I guess.”
11. “Will it be too cliche to say I love you?”
12. “Nice sweater.”
13. “I didn’t know what to get you.”
14. “My fingers are numb.”
15. “Look at that. It’s beautiful.”
16. “How many candy canes have you eaten?”
17. “Careful. Santa’s watching.”
18. “What would you like for Christmas?”
19. “I don’t want to just see you once a year.”
20. “That’s my scarf.”
21. “I won’t let you fall.”
22. “How much sugar have you had?”
23. “Chocolate chip is the only cookie that matters.”
24. “Is this the part where we kiss?”
25. “If there’s magic, it’s only because of you.”
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