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this christmas – op81

ski slopes, mistletoes, and the guy you've been crushing on for years – what could be better?

genre: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers!au, smut (just one scene in the end, you can skip it if you want)

pairing: female leclerc!reader x oscar piastri

other characters: lando norris, charles leclerc, george russell & mundt, alex albon & lily muni he, pierre gasly & kika cerqueira gomes

warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, not much more i think

word count: 13.8k (LMAO)

requested?: yes!!

author’s note: hello hello!! a lot to say about this one. first of all, thank you to @be-your-coffee-pot for this request, and i apologize for not getting to it earlier than now. for everyone’s knowledge, the request was sent in to me in august, so… yeah. i know it’s not exactly what you asked for, but i hope you like it anyway <3

second of all, i feel pretty happy about some of these scenes, but some… not so much. some of the fillers have parts that i really despite, but i don’t really have time to rewrite since christmas is like 2 days away lol. also, my description of the reader’s relationship to charles is not my best work, idk why he barely even appears, and i’m also not sure why logan isn’t in this...

third of all, my red divider things make my posts disappear from the tags, so i didn’t put any in this time. it looks bad, i know, but idk how to fix it. if anyone does, please let me know. :)

and lastly: i only proofread this whole thing once yesterday, but tumblr was being a bitch and i got so frustrated that i do not have the energy to proofread it again. so please, if you happen to find any spelling or grammar mistakes, i would be very thankful if you let me know. <3

hope you all enjoy !!

december 12th, 2:11pm

oscar has always loved winter.

it started in his childhood; the holiday films he'd seen as a child, the way it always seemed to magically snow right on christmas eve really started something in him. it hadn't been common for him to get snow back home in australia when he was younger but once he moved to the england, he got to experience it quite a lot. playing, fighting and just existing in the snow was like an unfilled childhood need that stayed with him until his older years.

he loved spending christmas at home with his family, but ever since he got to experience real christmases with snow, trees and cozy darkness, he craved it more than he craved lying on the beach in his swimming trunks.

so when he was asked to come along to the swiss alps for a vacation during the winter break, he packed his bags right away. he and lando just happened to book the same flight, and they both arrived at the airport around noon, getting into a cab to take them to the accommodation together.

when they arrive outside the cottage, oscar is in shock; it is enormous. he had imagined just a tiny, cute little house – not that he was sure how seven drivers and a couple of girlfriends would fit in a "tiny" house – but he was far from right.

him and lando are the second pair to arrive, just about an hour after alex and lily, who are the self-proclaimed 'hosts' as they took care of all of the booking and planning.

"we thought that one would be lando's room," alex starts, pointing down the hallway. "since it's far away from everyone else, and i'm sure we all would prefer to actually get some sleep during the night time."

"oh, shut it..." lando mumbles, shoving his friend on his shoulder.

"this one can be yours, oscar," lily says, moving in the opposite direction and gesturing to another room. then, she points at the one right next to it. "and this one has two beds, so it's for charles and his sister."

oscar's ears perk up. "y/n is going to be here?" he speaks almost took quickly, making the other three turn to look at him.

"oh, i thought you knew..." lily has an apologetic look on her face.

"i must've forgotten," oscar answers, though he's completely sure no one told him about it. there's no way he would forget you. "don't worry, it's cool."

the hosts continue to move down the hallway, and the mclaren boys are just about to follow along when lando elbows oscar's side playfully. "it's cool?"

oscar raises an eyebrow, trying to keep calm. "what?"

"the youngest leclerc coming along?" a grin takes up lando's entire face. "it's just cool? is she cool, or-"

"goodbye, lando." oscar shakes his head, darting towards alex and lily again. he takes a few deep breaths, hoping the blush he can feel spreading across his cheeks isn't too obvious.

unfortunately, lando didn't need to see the blush to know. he has caught his teammate staring at you too many times over the season, and he is fully aware of the way oscar always is suddenly interested in the conversation whenever you're the topic of discussion.

lando knows everything. and this christmas, he's going to be the best wingman the world has ever seen.

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december 13th, 12:53am

it's past midnight when you and charles arrive. your flight had been delayed, and then the gps had stopped working all of a sudden. and then, charles just refused to drive any faster than 30 km/h, saying it was too dangerous. as if he didn't drive cars in ten times that speed without even flinching.

you assume the whole house is sleeping already, so you and charles both sneak in as quietly as you can. someone – lily, assumably – has left you a note on the front door, guiding you to your shared room. it all goes smoothly – until charles trips over the doorframe, dropping his bag onto the floor as he tries not to fall down. the sound rattles through the hallway and you flinch, stopping in your tracks as you hope no one's woken up. but just a second later, the door opposite yours opens and a head sticks out.

oscar.

your heart softens and your shoulders relax when your gaze meets his. your soft smile is mirrored on his face, the sleepiness evident in his droopy eyes and the way strands of his bedhead point in every direction.

he looks like he's just about to say something when charles speaks up. "sorry, man! were you asleep?"

he walks up to the australian, giving him a firm handshake and a pat on the back. oscar shakes his head. "i was up reading," his huskey accent is like music to your ears. "i thought i heard some rustling out here, and then..." he nods his head toward the suitcase on the floor.

your brother laughs as he steps back, walking into the room with the "leclerc" sign. "well, i'll let you get back to that then," he says, picking up the bag from the floor and looking back one last time. "good night."

and then, you were just two.

you and oscar stand still for a moment, just watching each other. then, he opens up his arms, welcoming you into his embrace. you step forward and drape your arms around his shoulders as his wrap around your waist, and you let out a content sigh. he's warm, comfortable, and the way he squeezes your body has your mind spinning.

"it's been a while," he says when you part from the hug, a soft grin playing on his lips.

"like a month," you chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest.

"a month has never felt this long before."

you're not sure when your crush on him started forming.

as someone who's always been interested in racing, even in the series your brother isn't in, you've kept up with most results and championships – including oscar's seasons in f2 and f3. after seeing oscar, the unstoppable rookie who completely crushed his season in f3, you made sure to keep an eye at him in f2 the following year. and it's easy to say that you liked what you saw. especially in jeddah.

you'd meet him occasionally around the paddock the following year, just giving him a sweet smile and a quick greeting as if it was no big deal. but you always found yourself squealing on the inside and taking deep breaths to stay calm whenever you made eye contact with him.

then came 2023 and his debut in f1. yet again, he exceeded everyone's expectations, performing better than most drivers who'd been on the grid for years. with his permanent role on the grid, he was around more – and so were you. it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to bump into each other, around the paddock or during media days or in afterparties, and now you tried not to shy away.

talking to oscar was always simple. he was easygoing, it all seemed effortless, and you felt more relaxed. before you knew it, you could chat about racing strategies and tyre management for twenty minutes before a member of the mclaren staff interrupted you, rushing oscar away somewhere. you got to know each other slowly throughout the season, though never really going further than some friendly conversations, but you felt happy knowing that you'd taken the first step towards getting closer to him.

"so..." he starts. "you've been good?"

you nod. "yeah, a lot of studying but it's been alright. you?"

"yeah."

and there it is again, that slightly awkward silence. it's natural, you haven't seen each other since that night in abu dhabi and you're both a little unsure of where you stand after it. the tension is so thick that you could cut through it with a knife, and you kind of want to escape the whole situation. but then he speaks up.

"hey, i just wanted to-"

he's interrupted by the call of your name, and when you turn around, charles is leaning against the doorframe, eyes hazy. "are you going to sleep tonight or what?" he asks, dragging a hand through his already messy hair.

you feel a weight lift off your shoulders – and at the same time, your stomach tightens in disappointment. you nod at your brother, looking back at oscar to give him a wave and a "sleep well", before joining charles in your shared room.

oscar stands still in the corridor for a moment, before sighing and slapping himself in his mind for being so awkward and messing up this opportunity. but on the other side of the door, you stand still too as you watch your brother jump onto his bed, taking a deep breath to clear your mind.

you're just thankful the room is so dark that he can't see your ever-reddening cheeks.

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december 13th, 10:24am

despite the never-ending pitter-patter of your heart as you went to bed last night, you could fall asleep quite quickly, seeing as you were utterly exhausted from traveling. breakfast this morning feels like you and charles have just been reunited with your childhood friends after being kidnapped for years; not like you had just gone a few weeks without seeing each other. everyone runs around hugging, chatting about how much they've missed each other and how great this trip will be.

"did you get new highlights?" kika asks you, sliding into the seat next to you by the long table as you stuff a piece of bread into your mouth. the room is a combination of a kitchen and a dining hall, with a big cooking area and a glass wall giving the dining area a beautiful view of the mountains outside. in the middle stands a long table with enough seats for all of you, filled with fresh pastries and other breakfast goods to celebrate the first day of the trip. "or is it just the light?"

"just the light," you answer, shooting her a smile as you pick up your cup of coffee.

"oh my god, i almost forgot to ask you," lily starts and places her elbows on the table, her face resting in her hands. "what happened to that guy from raya you were talking to? did you end up going out?"

oscar is sitting a few seats down the table, pretending to be immersed in a conversation with some of the other drivers about the last few races of the season, while actually just doing his best to listen in on the conversation you're having. when he hears alex's girlfriend mention raya, his ears perk up and his breath gets caught in his throat. a million thoughts instantly crash into his mind.

she's seeing someone? how could i not know this? she's on raya? is she actively looking for a partner? who is this guy they're talking about?

he coughs and tries to act normal, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling passing through his body. he soon hears the sweet sound of your wholehearted laughter, and he almost smiles instinctively at it, before he can remind himself that lando's story about las vegas isn't exactly a smiley matter. "you're not going to believe this, i have the best story," you say in-between fits of giggles. "i met up with him for some drinks, and guess what he said? that he has a foot fetish and has dreamed about me caressing his face with my feet." all of the girls squeal and explode with laughter, making some of the boys flinch and look over to see what all the commotion is about. "so, safe to say, we never met up again. and i haven't wanted to go out with anyone else from there, either. i have a feeling they're all just creeps."

"hey, don't lose hope!" kika says while elbowing your side, but her actions are too soft, forcing you to fold over as an uncomfortable feeling spreads through your body. however, a burst of laughter spills past your lips. kika immediately holds her arm back, laughing along. "crap, i'm sorry! i totally forgot how ticklish you are."

you shake your head, your hand landing on her shoulder. "no worries," you tell her. "but, i haven't lost hope. i just don't think my soulmate is lurking around on raya with the foot fetishists."

oscar feels his shoulders relax again, feeling alright with focusing back on the boys' conversation now that he knows you in fact aren't seeing anyone.

maybe he has a shot, after all. as long as he doesn't talk too much about your feet.

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december 14th, 3:09pm

lando thinks he's so smart.

when he tells oscar to go ask if you'd like to have some of the gingerbread cookies he's bought, it's the third time today he has forced some kind of interaction between the two of you. he is sure that the more time that the two of you spend with each other, the more likely you will be to stop pining and just confess already.

but this time, oscar glares at the brit. "why don't you ask her yourself?"

"because you know what room she's in," lando hums back, reaching into the cupboard with some groceries. "i keep getting lost, the house is too big. plus, i'm busy." he motions to the half-empty grocery bag on the counter.

oscar lets out a sigh, but nods. "how can you memorize all tracks on the calendar, but you get lost in a cabin?" he asks rhetorically, whilst turning around and making his way down the hallway towards your room.

it's not that oscar doesn't enjoy 'accidentally' being forced into talking to you; it's the extreme lack of discretion lando is showing that makes him annoyed. it makes oscar seem like he's the one coming up with silly excuses to talk to you, and he doesn't like how it makes him look. he'd rather be seen as chill, laidback, someone who doesn't force things. he doesn't want you to catch on too early and reject him.

your voice echoes a 'come in' when he knocks on the door to your bedroom, and he pushes the door open just a little to reveal you sitting on the bed, a thick blanket wrapped over your shoulders. a grin spreads across your lips when you make eye contact with him. "hi," you say, placing the book you were reading on the bedside table.

"hey," he answers, stepping inside the room. "i... lando bought some gingerbread cookies, and we were going to make some hot chocolate, and..." his voice trails off as his eyes wander down your body, taking in the christmas sweater you're wearing and the fuzzy socks covering your feet. he smiles absentmindedly at the sight, loving how cozy you seem, and wishing he was sitting right there with you, sharing the blanket.

you nod, understanding him despite his lack of words. "i'll be right there."

oscar gives you a thumbs up – one he then facepalms himself for when he's left your room – before moving towards the kitchen again. but when he walks into it, he sees something hanging from a lamp. he stops in his tracks. "no way..."

festive cookies aren't the only thing lando bought when he went to the local supermarket. he also got the ultimate tool for securing his master plan – a mistletoe.

he doesn't know how, but he's planning to make sure you and oscar meet underneath it at least once before the holidays are over. there's no way you'll both be able to avoid it all week.

of course, lando isn't the only one rooting for the two of you. most of the other drivers know too – how can they not notice the glances you share and the way you light up when someone mentions the other in a conversation? – and most of them are in on his plans. charles is probably the only one in the house who's still oblivious to your and oscar's pining, and lando thinks that he might interfere with the matchmaking if he figures something out, so the brit keeps quiet.

oscar wants to pull the mistletoe down, rip it apart and throw it in the trash, but he refrains. something inside him tells him this might actually work out in his favor – and he decides to trust his gut this time.

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december 15th, 2:01am

sleeping can be tricky, especially when your brother is snoring loudly in a bed just a few meters away from you.

who even decided to put him and you in the same room?

when you've been tossing and turning to no avail for about an hour, you decide it's time to do something, anything, to hopefully get a little tired again. a glass of warm milk never hurt anyone, did it?

you make your way to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of milk and put it in the microwave, before turning to look through the windows.

the view of the mountains is breathtaking. there is an untouched, thick layer of snow covering the area, with new flakes still falling. the sun set long ago, but the snow makes it all seem light. the lake below you is just barely visible by now, almost completely coated in snow.

it's completely serene, and you find yourself getting lost in the scenery. however, you're shaken out of your trance when you hear steps behind you. when you turn around, your eyes find someone standing just a few meters away, barely visible in the dark.

you jump in your place and clutch your chest in shock, not expecting anyone else to be up at this hour. when the person steps into the light of the little kitchen lap you had turned on, you relax instantly. "holy shit, oscar," you breathe. "you nearly scared me to death."

"i'm sorry," the australian chuckles. "i didn't know how to approach you without scaring you..."

"what even are you doing up?" you question, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back against the counter.

"i was just reading in my bed when i heard your door opening, and then footsteps, so..." he trails off when his eyes wander out towards the living room, seemingly just as taken by the sight as you were just moments ago. "i wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"well, everything is okay, so..."

there's some kind of awkwardness hanging in the air. it's not only because of the obvious uncertainty of what to say or do in this situation; it has more to do with the fact that this isn't the first time that the two of you have found yourselves this close with this much tension, all alone at night. sure, it's a lot like the night of your arrival here, but another memory springs to your mind, too.

just under a month ago, following the after-party in abu dhabi, oscar had accompanied you back to the hotel when you started getting too tipsy to keep yourself up on the dance floor. your brother had been nowhere in sight, so oscar took it upon himself to help you out, draping an arm across your waist before walking you all the way to your hotel room. and when you'd arrived in the dimly lit corridor, you'd turned up towards him to thank him, accidentally brushing your nose against his as you did. both of you had broken out in giggles, neither especially sober, but you stayed close – and when the laughter settled, you just watched each other. when his gaze had flickered between your eyes and lips, your breath hitched in your throat, the anticipation growing stronger. you had leaned in even closer, your eyes fluttering closed-

but just as your lips were about to brush his, you had been interrupted. a door a few meters away had opened and the two of you jumped apart, watching as your brother stepped out and exclaimed that he had been wondering where you ended up. oscar had wished you both a good night before hurrying off, the embarrassment of almost getting caught by his friend being too much for him to handle.

you just hoped oscar had been too drunk to remember it, because otherwise, things were bound to get quite awkward. you didn't want him to act differently around you just because you have feelings for him.

thankfully, he hasn't said or done anything to make you think he does remember it.

as you're thinking back to that night in abu dhabi, you nearly get your second heart attack when the microwave goes off with a loud beep. you scramble to turn it off and take out your milk, almost burning yourself on the hot glass in the meantime.

oscar watches you with an amused grin before he forces his gaze off you, eyes wandering over to the windows again. "quite the view, huh?"

you look over your shoulder at the blanketed mountains. "yeah, it's breathtaking," you reply, before growing quiet.

he pauses for a moment, too. "there's something magical about this place. makes everything seem simpler, quieter..."

you nod. "yeah, it does."

something about the moment makes you realize that maybe, just maybe, the awkwardness between you and oscar isn't as insurmountable as you once thought it would be. the shared quietude is comfortable, and you feel at ease. he hasn't brought up abu dhabi – he probably won't, you feel – and maybe you could both just put it behind you and focus on enjoying your trip.

when you eventually get back in your bed, it's with the same kind of pitter-patter of your heart as when you and charles arrived in the cabin a few days ago. needless to say, the glass of warm milk probably isn't going to help.

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december 16th, 9:02pm

the mistletoe has moved.

when you first noticed it the other day, it was hanging from a kitchen lamp. and now, it's in the doorframe leading into the living room.

you're planning on avoiding it at all costs, not wanting to slip up and accidentally get under it with the wrong person. or the right one, for that matter. the awkwardness of kissing your crush in front of friends and family would be too much to handle.

some others seem to have the exact opposite attitude towards the decoration, though. kika and pierre can be found by it about ten times per day, and alex and lily have no issues sharing a few kisses whenever they "accidentally" pass it.

no matter what, lando has a mischievous grin whenever anyone mentions it, or even walks near it.

his grin stays on when he decides to let himself be in charge of the outing you all have to the christmas tree farm nearby. the farm is too big and would take too long if everyone was going to look at every tree, so lando divides everyone into groups of two based on who they're standing next to as you walk past the gates.

what a coincidence that you're standing right next to oscar when he says this.

lando ushers the two of you off to the rows with quite tall, pre-decorated trees. "so," oscar starts as you both stop in front of a tree with white lights and ornaments hung all over it. "what do you think about this one?"

"well, it's lovely," you say, scanning it thoroughly. "but isn't the true test how well it fits into the living room?"

he nods, despite his confusion, and he shoots a curious glance your way. "and how do we determine that?"

with a playful grin, you hold up an imaginary measuring tape, pretending to size up the tree with a critical eye. "i'm trying to figure out if it fits this corner best, or..."

he follows your gaze, realizing the tease in your words. "i think maybe it's better in the other corner," he hums and points to the side as you turn a little.

"exactly."

lando never inserted himself into a group; he's too focused on watching the two of you share a lighthearted laugh at the situation. though his mistletoe back in the cabin might still have a trick or two up its metaphorical sleeve, he is already proud of his matchmaking antics.

and, he is sure you'll both crack. it is just a matter of time.

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december 17th, 1:43pm

"i never thought skiing would be this hard," you groan as you step into a cottage, the warmth enveloping you and beginning to defrost you instantly.

oscar laughs at the exasperated tone in your voice. "this was just the kids' slope, you do remember that, right?" you stick your tongue out at him, slumping down on a bench by a table. "you just wait before you do some real skiing..."

you had never skied before today. oscar had, but he said it was too long ago and that he needed an easy start. plus, he couldn't just leave you all alone in the children's slope without an instructor.

you'd fallen over at least five times, despite the fact that the slope was practically flat. thankfully, oscar promised to buy you some hot chocolate in a cottage café to cheer you up.

when he comes back from the cashier carrying two big, steaming cups of chocolate, you've regained most of the feeling in your fingers again. the hot piece of ceramic almost burns your skin, but you think it's worth it; you need the sugar and you need it now.

"you know what the worst thing is?" you ask, bringing the cup up to your face with both hands. you start sipping on the drink and oscar glances at you with a questioning look as he slips down next to you on the bench. "carrying those goddamn skis with me. not only does it suck to actually ski, but dragging them all the way from the rental shop…"

"if it's that much of a bother, i can carry them for you."

"and carry your own too?" you scoff, watching him flinch as he burns his tongue on the drink. "you're not that strong."

he lets out a groan. "you're not even strong enough to carry your own, so you shouldn't say anything."

"i can carry them!" you protest, shooting him a glare. "i just don't want to. two very different things."

you both go silent momentarily, too busy focusing on how good it feels to no longer be frozen to the marrow. the cabin is filled with people; kids running in circles around the tables, soon to be tired again after the initial sugar shock from their afternoon snack; a group of older ladies gossiping and enjoying getting some rest just like you; and some young adults in the far corner are already busy dancing on the tables with their after-ski drinks in their hands.

"you know what? i changed my mind," you tell him, scooting away from him a little and placing your skiing boot on the bench. "these things. they're the worst."

you start to unclasp the boot, sighing in relief as you finally tug the shoe off your foot, throwing it onto the floor. you've only worn it for about an hour, but you can already feel the bruises beginning to form. you're just about to reach down to undo the other boot, too, when oscar reaches towards your foot.

your eyebrows shoot up as he takes it in his hands, pulling the foot into his lap. and then, his fingers begin to wander up and down your foot and ankle, giving you soft squeezes and pressing down on the spaces where he thinks the boot has squeezed you the most. you hold back a pleasured sound, seeing as it would sound way too inappropriate right now, but oscar subconsciously takes note of how you're getting flushed because he soon looks up at your face.

"is this okay?"

you swallow down the lump in your throat, nodding quickly. "y-yeah… just don't tickle me..."

when did things get so intimate? mere minutes ago, you couldn't think about anything other than how you were so cold your nose was going to fall off. but now, you can't stop your eyes from following his long, sleek fingers, thinking about how good they feel and imagining how good they would feel somewhere else-

"give me your other foot."

you're thankful that he interrupts your train of thought before your mind wanders too far.

compose yourself, woman.

"don't tell me you have a foot fetish, too," you tease, turning around so that you can place your other foot on the bench too. he lets out a hearty laugh, swiftly undoing your other boot before letting it drop to the ground.

"oh, shut it. do you want a massage or not?"

you shoot him pout, giving his shoulder a thankful pat before taking your cup in your hands again. you focus on the drink, watching how the steam rises and the marshmallows melt. you can't look over at him anymore, scared of your cheeks growing too red and your face giving away your feelings.

the bell by the door rings behind you, and you look towards it out of habit. and in comes alex, george, lily and carmen, laughing and chatting loudly about the black slope they just went down. oscar doesn't seem to notice, but you hastily pull your feet from his lap, sitting down properly – unfortunately making eye contact with alex as you do. he leans forward to lily, whispering something in her ear, and you watch as her eyes dart to you and a smirk grows on her lips.

shit.

the clicking of her boots against the stone floor meets your ears and oscar turns his head at the sound, suddenly realizing why you withdrew from him. "hey there," lily cheers, each of her hands landing your and oscar's shoulders. "what have you been up to?"

your eyes meet his briefly, before looking back up at lily. "just... drinking some chocolate..."

"oh, no skiing?"

"she crashed too much, i couldn't keep her out there and let her continue to embarrass me all day," oscar tells her and you shove his shoulder.

"do you mind if we join you guys?" george asks, coming around the table and not even giving you a second to think about it before he sets two cups of chocolate down on the table. the grin he's wearing only tells you one thing: alex told him already. carmen's lips show off a matching set.

"not at all..."

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december 18th, 10:32am

you huff as you slump down on the living room couch, your mood not even getting brought up by watching the newly installed christmas tree in front of you. you hadn't even been out skiing that much yesterday, yet every single inch of your body aches. not only do you have big, blue bruises on both of your hips due to the many times you've fallen onto the hardly packed snow, but every muscle screams with pain as you drape a blanket over your body. needless to say, you decided to stay at home today instead of heading out with the others for another round.

"are you sure you don't wanna come along?" kika asks as she enters the room, her pretty pink sunglasses perched at the top of her nose. the pout on her lips almost makes you doubt staying in, but when you move to sit up more straight again, you know you've made the right decision.

you nod, giving her a weak smile. "yeah, sorry."

"but oscar promised to come along?"

you freeze, your cheeks growing red as you hear her words.

did she know? about your feelings for him? did the others already tell her about the incident in the cottage yesterday? did they really interpret the situation that way?

"w-what?"

"oh," she chuckles at your reaction. "i just meant that he was so bad yesterday, so i thought that seeing him fall over a couple of times would be worth the pain."

"we're gonna trick him into going down a black slope with us," says pierre who walks into the room, arms lacing around his girlfriend from behind. "we'll send some clips."

you let out a breath of relief as they leave the room. maybe they don't know. maybe your secret will stay secret for a little longer.

the group leaves in pairs or trios and you tell them all goodbye from your place underneath the many blankets. everyone has left by now except for oscar, which confounds you since the others seemed to have so many plans for him. your confusion only grows when he steps into the living room without any skiing gear on, just wearing an oversized, cozy hoodie and a pair of sweats.

"why aren't you out with the others?" you question, your eyebrows raised at him.

"well," he sighs, flopping down next to you on the couch. "i can't find my helmet." when you shoot him a doubting look, he raises his hands defensively. "what?"

"i don't believe it."

"you don't have to, but it's the truth."

"how do you even lose a helmet? it's so big?" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "i assumed you were used to keeping track of where your helmet is since if you don't have your helmet with you for races, then you can't race."

"i swear i put it on the drawer by the front door like half an hour ago. i don't understand what could've happened."

you have to give it to him; he is really doing his best to cover this up. you find it pretty obvious that he just doesn't want to ski because of what the others were planning to do to him. but maybe if kika and pierre hadn't spilled their plans already, you would've believed him.

"but hey," he says, bringing you out of your thoughts. "don't feel obligated to include me in whatever you were going to do here now that you finally have the house to yourself." he pushes himself off the couch, standing up and shooting you one last smile before turning to walk away. "i'll let you have some peace."

he takes a couple of steps towards the bedrooms, but then you get the idea. "oscar." he stops in his tracks, throwing a glance back at you. "i was planning on doing some baking, and…" you shuffle slightly in your seat. "it wouldn't hurt to have an extra helping hand."

"i'm a horrible baker, though."

"and i'm the best baker ever, so i guess we cancel each other out." you stand up from your seat, keeping the blanket wrapped around your shoulders as you make your way toward the kitchen. "let's go make some mediocre cookies!"

oscar shakes his head, grinning to himself as he follows behind you. this was definitely not what he had planned, but he sure is liking the way it's going.

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december 18th, 8:14pm

oscar had not been kidding when he said he sucked at baking.

he put in twice the needed amount of flour, and only half of the sugar. and as if that wasn't enough, of course the mistletoe had moved to the kitchen, making the whole situation quite uncomfortable as you both had to take strange routes while navigating through the kitchen to avoid it. not even your baking skills could save the cookies.

as an apology, oscar promised to buy some fancy gingerbread cookies tonight at the christmas market you'd all planned to go to in a nearby city. he was strongly set on going through with his promise, despite how many times you told him that it was alright and that they wouldn't taste as good as homemade ones anyway.

you've all been at the market for almost two hours now, but it feels like you've only gone about ten meters. your friends, mainly lando, george and alex, are stopping at every single shop and stand, making sure to check out all products and buying at least one thing in every store, no matter how long the line to the cash register is.

"lando-" you groan at the sight of the brit running into yet another store; this time, a shop filled with christmassy outfits for dogs. "he doesn't even have a pet…"

kika is grinning next to you, shaking her head. "he told me earlier today that he wanted to buy a present for roscoe if he got the chance," she says as most of the group joins lando. "makes more sense than when he bought that screwdriver thirty minutes ago just because it was green."

"the power of 'christmas colors', apparently," you hear oscar's voice from behind you, and you turn back to meet his eyes.

"well, i'm not surprised. just disappointed. and cold, and tired of standing still."

oscar points his head to the side, up the street. "i think i saw a stand a little further up that sells cookies, maybe they have some gingerbread ones."

you nod, a small smile entering your lips. "let's go check it out, then. kika, do you wanna come-"

you're cut off by the sound of pierre calling for his girlfriend, holding up a reindeer costume and blabbering on about how it would be perfect for her cousin's dog. "sorry guys," kika says before strutting off to her boyfriend.

you both shrug before walking down the street towards the stand oscar had spotted. the sugary scent of cookies meets your nose from far away, and your mouth waters at the mere thought of the sweets. when you arrive, a sweet old lady sitting behind the stand greets you and tells you all about the different cookies she's baked. gingerbread, sugar cookies with little candy canes, snowball cookies, and various traditional swiss cookies.

"would you like to have a taste, dears?" the lady asks, pointing her hand to a plate with samples. you and oscar take a gingerbread cookie each, popping it into your mouths.

"oh yeah, this is lovely," he says, looking like he's savoring every crumb.

"much better than ours," you answer, nudging his shoulder with yours. he gasps and places a hand on his chest, feigning offense.

you turn your attention back to the lady and telling her you'd love to buy a little box of cookies from her. oscar pays for them and she wraps the box in some pretty gift paper, handing it to you before you continue making your way down the street. the house walls and all trees are wrapped in christmas lights, some blinking in random colors and some with a soft glow of an elegant white. the streets are filled with people wearing santa hats, ugly christmas sweaters, and scarves so big half of their faces are covered. there's not a single frown in sight, the happiness and love so obvious you can almost see little hearts flowing above everyone's heads.

you glance into a couple of different stores as you stroll, stopping occasionally to check something out. when you reach a stand with different kinds of jewelry, something catches your eye: a golden necklace with a heart-shaped charm hanging from it. you carefully pick it up, your heart fluttering in your chest as you inspect it.

and when you look up at oscar from the necklace in your hands, he feels like the air is stolen from his lungs. your eyes are twinkling with happiness, outshining all lights in the entire christmas market. the excited smile on your lips is contagious, and suddenly, it's like the world around you has stopped and everyone else has disappeared. you're both just grinning at each other like two lovestruck fools, nothing in either of your minds other than the person in front of you. the sight of your rosy cheeks from the cold makes the butterflies in his stomach multiply by the second.

wow, he really is totally and fully whipped.

"really pretty," he finally gets out, unsure if he's talking about the necklace or the woman standing before him.

"pretty? it's gorgeous," you answer, eyes flickering back to the jewelry in your hand. "i adore it. how much is it?"

just as the guy in the booth is about to answer, you feel someone grab your free hand. "come on guys, they're closing down soon and we still have a bunch of shops to visit!" kika is pulling you along so fast you barely have time to put the necklace down.

lily notices the disappointment on your face and pats your shoulder. "we'll come back here sometime before christmas, don't worry."

lando shows you the christmas tree costume he bought as you wander down the market again, but oscar suddenly stops. "guys, i forgot my phone back at the cookie stand. keep walking, i'll catch up with you," he says, pointing behind him with his thumb and disappearing before anyone can say anything.

it's a good excuse, but you clearly see the outline of his phone in his back pocket as he hurries down the street.

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december 19th, 9:22pm

the days roll on with a gentle rhythm of shared glances and fleeting touches between you and oscar. unbeknownst to both of you, lando, ever the persistent wingman, continues his behind-the-scenes matchmaking efforts.

in some magical way, lando manages to get you and oscar paired up for pretty much anything. board game night? you and oscar just happen to get the exact role cards that make you teammates. time for some ornament decorating? you and oscar are the only ones who don't get a seat on the couch, having to sit on the floor together and share all your materials.

funnily enough, it never gets awkward between the two of you. even when you are left all alone, there is always something to talk about, some dumb thing lando has done that you can tease him about behind his back, or something you are curious about when it comes to his racing career so far. somehow, being with oscar started feeling comfortable, natural, unforced.

one specific night, alex comes up with the idea of playing card games, to which only a few of you are actually interested. some plan on going to bed early so they can hit the slopes first thing in the morning, while others just aren't in the mood. oscar said he would just finish wrapping some christmas presents and join you all later, and you catch yourself feeling disappointed that he's not on the couch next to you, helping you win (or taunting you to make you lose). it surprises you how much you're drawn to him, how it feels like something is missing when he isn't around, when you didn't feel this way just a few days ago.

you try to shake the feeling off, but it's still lingering even as you start playing with your friends. eventually, you excuse yourself to get a glass of water from the kitchen to take your mind off things. but-

just as you round the corner going into the kitchen, your head crashes into something hard. you shriek as you stumble, hands coming up to grab the person in front of you as you lose your balance, but a pair of hands wrap around your back, holding you up. when you look up, you're met with oscar's big brown eyes blinking down at you. "you okay there?"

you let out a relieved breath, nodding at him. "yeah, thanks to you. what were you doing coming around the corner that fast, though?"

he chuckles. "what were you doing not looking where you're going?"

"touché."

your hands are still holding on to the front of his hoodie, and you're about to let go of him and walk away when you notice something in the upper periphery of your vision. something is hanging above you. but, it can't be-

of course it is.

the mistletoe.

oscar looks up just as you do, jaw dropping slightly. "oh..."

"indeed..."

you both keep your vision pointed up, as if the mistletoe would disappear if you just keep on staring at it. oscar's hands slowly begin to slide off your back, and he's hoping you'll both just pretend like none of this ever happened. it would be the least awkward thing to do.

"maybe-" his breath hitches in his throat when you speak up. his gaze is on you again, but you're still looking at the plant. "maybe we should do it. just... for the christmas spirit, you know. i love christmas."

you don't even know what you're blabbering on about. you're trying to improvise a reason to kiss your brother's colleague that makes at least a little sense, but you're completely lost. you realize how dumb you sound, and you expect to see him staring at you like you actually are insane when you look back at him.

but what you don't know is that he thinks it's the best idea ever. he is just as into it as you are, if not more. he doesn't look at you like you're crazy; he's just dumbfounded, blinking at you as he tries to understand what's happening. did the girl he likes really just say they should kiss? because she loves christmas?

oscar gulps, but something in him gives him the courage to nod. "i mean," he starts, voice weak. "what's the harm? it's just... tradition."

"right. yeah, that's exactly what i was thinking."

the tension is higher than ever as your faces are already just inches apart. you aren't sure who should take the initiative and lean in, but before you can overthink it, you're both doing it subconsciously. your noses brush against each other briefly and a little giggle escapes past your lips, and this whole situation feels very familiar. this time, oscar can't hold back anymore, so he closes the gap and presses his mouth to yours.

the kiss is quick, not much longer than a peck, but something changes inside you. when you didn't know what it felt like to kiss oscar, you didn't think too much about it. but now that you have felt his lips on yours, you crave it.

he seems to feel the same way, because when you kiss him again, he's pressing against you instantly. your hands move from his chest to his shoulders as your lips move in sync, tilting your head to get a better angle. oscar's touch travels up and down your sides, fingers grazing the bare skin of your stomach when your sweater lifts.

oscar takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and you let out a hum, making him grin into the kiss. his tongue swipes between your lips before slipping into your mouth, exploring it for the first, but hopefully not last, time. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer, already growing hot as his hands move down to your butt.

kissing oscar is so easy, so comfortable. it's like you've done it so many times before, like it's what you were made to do.

you're so relaxed and so focused on the kiss that you don't even hear lando's footsteps right next to you, nor his snicker from a few meters away as he picks up his phone to snap a couple of pictures. you don't even hear him strutting away to the living room, nor his loud proclamation to the group: mission complete.

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december 23rd, 8:35am

the rest of the days leading up to christmas consist of a lot of sneaking around.

the days are filled with secretive kisses when you're sure no one is watching, fleeting pecks or longer liplocks, hurriedly parting and acting like nothing happened when you hear approaching footsteps. they're filled with soft brushes as you pass each other in hallways, little squeezes of your waist or his arm when someone is around, conveying more than anyone could guess. and they're filled with giant, knowing smiles matching on your lips, with longing gazes and sly winks across the dinner table.

now, his hand is warm in yours despite the freezing temperatures of the air. when you said you forgot your mittens in the cabin, oscar had just smiled, taking off one of his own to give it to you. and to heat your other hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand as you walked.

you'd slipped out of the house before anyone else had woken up, wishing for a peaceful moment for yourselves. the two of you haven't really had time to properly talk ever since your moment under the mistletoe, and even though it wasn't outspoken, you both knew there were things to be discussed.

you're halfway around the lake when he finally touches on the subject. "so..." he starts, nudging your shoulder with his. "you like me, huh?"

you snicker. "i have for quite some time now, actually."

his hand squeezes yours. "tell me about it."

and when he asks, you tell.

you tell him about seeing him all those years ago, thinking that he was just a pretty face, a good driver, and not much else. you tell him about getting to know him more and more in the last two years and realizing that shit, he's so much more than that. you tell him about the butterflies, about the sneaky glances, about falling for him.

and then, he tells you his side.

he tells you about knowing of you from your first appearances in the f1 paddock, the curiosity in him growing for every picture of you and charles he saw. he tells you about wanting to approach you but not knowing how, not wanting to come off too strong or clingy. he tells you about how nothing has ever been more disappointing to him than charles's timing back in abu dhabi. then, he tells you about how his fingers had secretly been crossed all trip, hoping that lando's attempts to pair the two of you up wouldn't fall through.

you share giggles and smiles as you tell your stories, and it all feels so natural even though it's so new. and you think to yourself that maybe, this won't be so hard to get used to.

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december 23rd, 5:46pm

"how are things going with oscar?"

lily's voice makes your heart skip a beat. you had just walked into the kitchen to grab a gingerbread cookie, not expecting her to be doing the dishes this late in the evening – and especially not expecting her to ask you something like that. "what do you mean?" you ask back, trying to stay composed as you strut over to the cupboard, reaching into it for the box of cookies.

"are you going to be like... boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

the box slips out of your hands and crashes to the floor before you can catch it again. did you hear her correctly? your eyebrows shoot up and your mouth hangs open as you look at her again. she scoffs.

"oh please, the two of you aren't exactly sneaky," she says, looking back into the sink. "you know, lando took pictures of you under the mistletoe. and we all saw you coming back from your little trip to the lake earlier today."

"oh my god." you cover your face with your hands, letting out a groan. "oh my god. no way."

lily laughs, washing the last few plates under the tap before placing them on the side to drain. "don't worry, we were all in on it."

"and what does that mean?!"

"lando had a plan." of course he did. "we all agreed to help him out. except charles, he's still oblivious."

"what kind of plan?"

"well, just small things here and there, really." she wipes her hands on a towel before turning around and leaning against the counter. "hiding oscar's helmet so he'd have to stay here with you instead of skiing with us. walking really slowly in the market so you'd both get so tired of us that you'd stroll off alone. and the mistletoe, but that's obvious..."

as lily spills the details of lando's plan, you feel a mix of embarrassment and surprise, along with a hint of amusement. you're suddenly very aware of the collaboration that has taken place behind the scenes, and you take a deep breath as you slowly lower your hands from your face.

"so... lando really orchestrated all of this?" you exclaim, still trying to process the fact that your friends have been actively working to bring you and oscar closer together.

lily chuckles, nodding. "yes, and he's been loving every moment of it. we all figured you two needed a little push."

you shake your head in disbelief, a smile playing on your lips despite the initial shock. "what's the endgame here? is lando secretly a matchmaker or something?"

"he wishes," she says with a smirk. "i think he just enjoys playing cupid when he can." she shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. "but hey, it worked out well, didn't it? you and oscar seem pretty cozy."

"yeah, i guess..." the mention of oscar brings a blush to your cheeks. "i just didn't expect to have a whole team of co-conspirators."

lily laughs, stepping forward to pat your shoulder. "it's all in good fun. besides, it's about time something happened between you two." you nod in agreement, smiling at her. "now, spill. how are you feeling about all of this? is he boyfriend material?"

you hesitate for a moment, contemplating your newfound dynamic with oscar. a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "yeah, maybe. we're figuring it out, i guess. it's all been... surprisingly nice."

she grins, satisfied with your response. "well, then, i'd say lando's plan was a success." she backs away, walking towards the kitchen exit. "just enjoy it, okay? and don't be too mad at us. we just wanted to see you both happy."

you nod and watch as she leaves, still processing the directed events that have led up to this moment. as you're left alone, you can't help but smile to yourself at the thought of everything that's happened – and everything that's yet to come.

suddenly, for the first time in your life, you feel thankful for something lando has done. you'll have to remember to thank him later.

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december 24th, 10:23pm

just a few hours ago, charles was challenged to a snowball fight with the rest of the twitch quartet. and how could he ever say no to them?

for you to fall asleep before he got back would just be stupid, because there's no way he will be able to keep quiet when he eventually he crashes into the room post-fight. so instead, you sit against the headboard of your bed, a thick blanket draped over your body and a good book in your hands as you enjoy the tranquility of the last few moments of christmas eve.

there's a soft knock on the door, one so low you could've just as well missed it. "come in," you call out, looking up from your book as the door creaks open. surprise paints your face as oscar enters the room, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of carrying out a secret mission.

in his hands, oscar holds a beautifully wrapped box, adorned with a crimson bow. "merry christmas."

"oscar, what are you up to?" you ask, laughter dancing in your eyes.

"giving you your present." he sits at your feet, holding out the present to you.

you place your book beside you on the bed, accepting the gift with a curious smile. you unwrap the present, and as you remove the lid of the box and your eyes are met with a necklace, your breath hitches in your throat.

the heart-shaped pendant is familiar – it's the exact necklace you'd eyed in the christmas market. you look up at oscar, a myriad of emotions playing on your face. "i didn't forget my phone," he admits, a hint of vulnerability in his gaze. "i just really wanted to get it for you."

speechless, you delicately trace the edges of the pendant with your fingers. "oscar, i..."

"it's a christmas gift, but you can wear it whenever you want."

you hold the necklace up to him. "like now?"

he nods and takes it from you as you turn around, brushing away your hair so that he can secure the chain around your neck. when you turn back, you catch the glint of admiration in his eyes. "you look beautiful."

you hold the pendant between your thumb and pointer finger, a silent acknowledgment of the connection formed by the gift. "it's perfect, oscar. thank you." you tilt your head, smiling at him. "you're not getting your gift until tomorrow, though."

"just seeing you with this necklace is enough of a present for me. i don't need anything else."

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december 25th, 6:04pm

christmas day morning is for gift exchanges. you all sit around the tree in the living room, giving out presents and sharing the background stories behind the silly little things you've bought each other. you receive a ton of random objects that people had bought that day in the christmas market; objects they bought just to irritate you and oscar. now that you know, you find it quite funny – and seeing charles's confused face as you unwrapped a green screwdriver from lando is definitely one of your highlights of the day.

your present to oscar is, obviously, better planned than most other gifts. beneath the wrapper is a box titled "skiing survival kit" written in big, red letters. in it lies a pair of thick socks (with a note reading "to protect your feet from those horrible boots"), a bag of hot chocolate mix ("for moments when skiing feels too challenging; a little warmth to make everything better"), a bottle of peppermint-scented massaging oil ("you never know when you find yourself in need of a massage..."), and a handwritten letter about how you enjoyed your stay in the cottage much more than the actual skiing and a promise to stay in and warm his chair for him next time he's out "skiing".

then, midday rolls around. the chefs of the group, also known as the few people who don't burn everything they attempt to cook, take their time to make a good dinner. in the meantime, the rest of you prepare some games and competitions, including a trivia, a snow fort building competition, and a gingerbread house-decorating contest that ended in lando letting his competitiveness get the best of him. safe to say that no other gingerbread houses were still standing, other than lando's, meaning the brit won by default. his price: getting thrown in the snow in just his pyjamas.

and the evening? it's dedicated to a movie marathon, as per russell family traditions.

it has all been planned into the finest detail; the couch in the living room is decorated with blankets and pillows, nearly every bowl in the house is filled to the brim with snacks, and mattresses and pillows on the floor for those who don't fit on the couch. everyone was included of the vote of what movie you were going to see, though you had a feeling george had cheated when you were told the 'home alone' series won. especially since it's the one series he hasn't been able to stop talking about wanting to watch all trip.

you're settled on the edge of the couch, a blanket wrapped over your shoulders and your knees pulled up to your chest. you're laughing along with something kika has said from right next to you when you hear a beep from the kitchen, indicating that the last bag of popcorn was ready. you assumed lando would be getting up to fetch it, seeing as he was the one who insisted you needed one more bag, but when your eyes find him, he sits very contently and comfortably a few seats away. he looks back at you, eyebrows rising as you make eye contact.

"hey, you're the closest to the kitchen," he says, nodding his head in your direction. "go get them."

he isn't wrong, but he still makes no sense. "no way, norris."

he pouts. "please, be quick so we can start the movie already."

"you suck."

he sticks out his tongue at you but you've already walked off. when you return, a new bowl filled with popcorn in your arms, you aren't exactly surprised to see lando in the seat that used to be yours. you shoot him a glare, to which he answers, "i could barely see the tv from where i was sitting!"

"oh, but you think i'll be able to?" you scoff at the way he shrugs his shoulders, seemingly to say that it's now none of his business. and when you look at his old seat, you are even less surprised to see who's sitting right next to it.

oscar is looking up at you, confusion mixing into his features. he's been scrolling on his phone for the last few minutes and didn't notice when his teammate left him alone.

neither of you complain when you slip into lando's old spot, though. oscar immediately grabs the blanket in his lap and drapes it over you too. you shuffle closer to him as the movie turns on, the soft fabric of his pyjama pants brushing against yours. the bowl of popcorn is propped up on your lap, and when you reach into it to grab a handful, it touches something warm. you rip your eyes from the tv to see your hand brushing against oscar's. of course.

considering the other touches and kisses you've shared these last few days, it's not even a very intimate action. and yet, something about it leaves both of you giggling.

"so many clichés this trip, huh?" he says, eyes flickering between your hands and your face.

instead of answering, you grab his hand in yours. your fingers slip in between his easily, as they've done so many times these last few days, but you pull your hands underneath the blanket to keep them out of sight from everyone else.

it's a good movie, but it's easy for you to zone out when you feel oscar's hand squeeze yours. neither of you can really stay away from the other, inching closer as the movie progresses and stealing little cheek kisses when everyone is focused on the most exciting scenes. and when you start to grow a little tired, your head instinctively lands on his shoulder as you let out a little yawn. oscar desperately has to hold himself back from cooing at you, feeling so soft and prideful that you're leaning on him, and he settles for leaning his own head on you.

you both think you're being subtle, but everyone in the room understands what's going on. even charles, who has now been let in on what's happened between you and oscar after he walked in on lando telling alex about how cute the new couple in the house looked walking around the lake, can't take his eyes off the two of you. as your older brother, he feels like he should be doing something or saying something to protect you. he wonders what his role should be here – aren't brothers supposed to scare their sisters' boyfriends away?

but charles realizes that oscar isn't an enemy. in this moment, you look so peaceful, so content; like you've found the the long-lost puzzle piece to make you complete. how could he possibly interrupt that?

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december 25th, 11:28pm

charles is still fast asleep on the couch when you slip into oscar's room after the movie has ended, fingers intertwined and your laughter mixing as he pulls you along to his bed. his hands find your hips as he sits down on the edge of the bed, urging you to lower yourself onto his lap, and you happily oblige.

"look up," he says, and when you do, you're not surprised by what's hanging in the roof.

the mistletoe.

"oh," you start, looking back at him. last time you found yourself underneath the mistletoe with oscar, you had been more nervous than ever before. but this time, it isn't as scary. this time, you're able to shrug, a teasing grin forming on your lips. "i guess we should kiss, then. just for the christmas spirit, you know."

his lips are curved into a big smile. "oh, i do know." one of his hands comes up to tuck some hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek in his palm. "it's because you love christmas."

you can't hold back from giggling, and neither can he, both of you leaning in to seal your lips. your first encounter underneath the mistletoe was hesitant, but it feels like that was ages ago, in another lifetime. now, with his lips pressing against yours, it feels like it's all you've known.

he's so gentle with it, his kisses delicate and tender, and your heart flutters at the feeling. his hands land on your waist as your arms wrap around his neck, scooting in even closer. when your crotch brushes against him, he involuntarily lets out a moan into your mouth, and you stop for a moment to pull away. both your eyes and his are wide as you look at each other, and oscar doesn't know what to say. his mind is racing, not sure if you thought that was awkward or too soon or-

"that's so fucking hot," you say, and he finally exhales. you kiss him again, speaking against his lips. "wanna hear more."

he has no problems letting out more sounds when you keep up your actions, your hips rolling down on him rhythmically. his hands find the hem of your sweater and slip inside, instantly roaming your sides. his cold touch tickles, and when his fingers move along your waist, you can't help but giggle against his lips. he laughs along with you, but he only does it to match you. he's dumbfounded when you part from him and you grab his wrists to make him halt.

"you're too cold," you start, a bit breathless already. "it's-"

"are you really that ticklish?" he chuckles, fingers running up and down your sides again to test you, and his heart melts when you throw your head back, laughing. "oh come on, how am i supposed to do this if i can't touch you?"

"warm your fingers next time and we should be fine."

"next time, huh?" a combination of a smirk and a grin plays on his lips. "planning ahead?"

"well, it depends on how well you perform tonight." he sticks out his tongue at your taunting tone. "just take it off already, will you?"

oscar happily obliges, pulling the material off you before reaching for his own sweater, throwing them both onto the floor. his eyes stick to your chest, to the soft, red bed bra holding up your breasts, and he feels himself growing harder instantly, because this is so much better than he'd imagined. you can't exactly complain about what your eyes are met with, either; oscar's toned chest and his broad shoulders are basically calling out for you to come and press your lips to them. or sink your teeth in them. probably both.

he gives you a few quick kisses before his hands land on your hips and he flips you both around, laying you onto the covers. his lips meet the skin below your ear, and then travel down the side of your neck. he hears your breath hitch in your throat when he finds a spot you enjoy particularly much, making sure to memorize it for the future. and when his kisses trail even further down, they meet something hard and metallic. when he leans back, he realizes that you're wearing the necklace.

he didn't notice it until now, since he was too busy being mesmerized by your breasts earlier; but now, he can't take his eyes off it. the little heart charm rests just above your actual heart, and something about seeing it makes his heart flutter. the necklace he bought for you, the one that makes you think of him and only him. it's like you're already tagged as his.

"cute," he whispers to himself, placing a long kiss right on top of the heart. he can feel your real heart beating underneath his lips, fast but not really enough, and he can't wait to make you feel like it's pounding out of your chest.

he starts placing open-mouthed kisses down your stomach, his hands finding the waistband of your sweatpants.

"you okay with me taking these off?" he asks, parting from your skin to watch you nod your head. he pulls the material down your body, smiling when your underwear comes into sight. they're not a pair of lacy lingerie or victoria's secret-lookalikes, but just a regular pair of panties in a deep green color with little candy canes. his eyes flicker between your bra and your panties. "green and red, huh?"

"well, what can i say?" you smile. "i love christmas." he giggles, and so do you, as he leaves your pants somewhere on the floor before moving further down your body. when his hands near the fuzzy socks with little cartoon santas dressing your feet, you're quick to speak. "those stay on, though."

"oh, is that so?"

"gotta make sure you're not just doing this for that foot fetish you might or might not have." a laughter erupts from his chest. "i've had too much of that recently."

"well, i don't have one, so i don't mind you keeping them on." he moves up on the bed again, fingers reaching the hem of your underwear. "but i can take these off, right?"

"things would get kinda tricky otherwise, i'd say,” you tease, but oscar merely blinks up at you with raised eyebrows.

"tricky, yes. but not impossible."

you shake your head, a grin making its way onto your lips. "next time, oscar."

and there it is again. next time. the way you say it so casually, like there's no doubt in your mind that there will be another time, that you'll do all of this again.

yet again, instant boner.

your panties are off in a second, and he doesn't waste any time before pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh. his hand takes care of your other thigh, thumb brushing up and down your skin, as your lips travel closer and closer to where you want him the most.

you suck in a breath when you feel his warm breath against your core. his tongue meets your clit and your eyes flutter closed, one of your hands reaching down to entangle in his hair. as his tongue draws circles around your bud, one of his hands leaves your thigh, a finger swiping along your wet folds before pushing slowly into you. you don't know which sensation to focus on, both growing stronger and pushing you closer to your limit every passing second. when he's pumped you a couple of times, he adds another finger and then another, pushing deep into you. his fingers curling inside of you makes you pull on his hair even harder, your mind growing hazy and your breaths shorter.

"o-oscar," you let out, subconsciously buckling your hips towards him in hopes of creating more friction. "i'm so clos-"

you're cut off by the combination of a moan and a whine that leaves your lips when his tongue flicking your clit speeds up. "come for me, sweetheart," he tells you, his voice sending vibrations against your core.

your legs shake around him as you completely let go, feeling the climax wash over you just moments after his order. your free arm drapes over your face, covering your eyes in your arm as you try to catch your breath. oscar continues lapping you up, helping you ride it out, also licking his fingers clean before letting his hands caress your sides soothingly. he's unsure whether his fingers are warm enough now to not tickle you, or if you're just too busy coming down from your high to even realize you should feel ticklish, but he smiles at the thought nonetheless.

"everything alright up here?" oscar asks as he moves up to your face again, one of his hands prying the arm off your face. you slowly open your eyes, your hazy gaze meeting his loving one and you can't help but to cup his face in your hands. you pull him down to your lips, lazily lacing them together. he pulls away just enough for his lips to still brush yours when he speaks. "i'll take that as a yes."

you're quick to nod, but even quicker to connect his lips with yours again, not wanting to be apart for even a second.

your hands slide down his neck and the front of his body, loving the feeling of his strong muscles under your touch. your fingers reach down to the edge of his pajama pants, and you let out a chuckle when you notice the ever-growing tent in them. "don't laugh at me," he starts, biting down on your bottom lip as a warning. "you're so hot, how could i not get this hard?"

"oh, shut it," you say, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. "just take them off, will you?"

"as you wish."

as he shuffles off the bed and pulls off his own pants, plus his boxers along with them, you take the time to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, letting it slide down your arms and off the bed. when he reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a condom, you raise your eyebrows. "oh, so you were planning this?"

he shakes his head as he climbs on top of you again. "i was hoping, not expecting. those are two very different things." he removes the wrapper and throws it onto the table, rolling the condom onto himself. "do you need anything? or-"

"just you."

oscar presses his smile to yours, kissing you like he has no rush in the world, like he just wants to savor this moment with you. "well then," he says against your lips, nudging his dick against your entrance. "i have to give the lady what she wants, don't i?"

you can't control the whine that slips into his mouth when he pushes into you. you thought you were ready for him, but he's so big and he stretches you out so perfectly. he pauses once he's slipped entirely into you, his lips finding a spot below your ear as he allows you to get used to him. your pussy is throbbing already, still sensitive from just minutes ago, and the little involuntary clenches around him make oscar grow more and more eager.

when he finally starts moving, you drape your arms around his shoulders for stability. his thrusts are slow but deep, and yet you desperately want more of him. you hook a leg over his hip, the other following soon after, and you gasp at the way he bottoms you out completely. one of his hands comes up to squeeze your breast, thumb flicking over the nipple as his pace speeds up. the sounds you make and the way your legs squeeze him close makes him feel like he could cum anytime, but he tries to hold back because he needs to see you fall apart beneath him for the second time tonight.

"oscar..." you cry out when his free hand slides down your body, a finger coming in contact with your clit again.

"just a little more, love." his thrusts have grown sloppy and his figures on your bud aren't exactly perfect, but it's good enough for your orgasm to hit.

your back arches off the bed, your chest pressing into his as you nuzzle your face into the side of his neck to hide your moans. when your walls tighten around him, he reaches his high too, his body shaking as he rides it out. your heart is about ready to jump out of your chest when he collapses onto you, both of you trying to catch your breaths. "holy fuck," oscar starts, his breath warm on your skin. "that was amazing. you feel amazing." you try to gather energy to speak, fingers getting lost in his curls. "you taste amazing, too. better than any christmas dinner."

you give him a weak slap to his shoulder. "shush."

"it's true!" he pushes himself back a bit, mouth hanging in mock offense. "this was the best present i could've ever wished for."

"the necklace is higher on my list, though."

oscar pauses for a moment. "i'm not sure if i should feel proud or offended."

you snicker. "i was hoping for the latter," you tease, but regret it the moment oscar's hands find your waist, fingers dancing along it and tickling you yet again. the squeal you let out does nothing to halt his actions, and he doesn't even budge when you try to push him away by his shoulders. "i was kidding!"

"apologize. now."

his fingers still working their way on your skin make it almost impossible for you to speak again, but you do your best to take a deep breath. "i'm- i'm sorry! oscar- stop it!"

he finally stops, and you finally get to breathe. "i'll go get a wet towel," oscar says, pulling away from you and giving you one last glance. he almost doesn't leave the bed when he looks at you, though – he finds the sight almost too good to be true. your rosy cheeks, the dreamy smile on your lips, your hair spread out on the pillows. he's scared that if he leaves you, maybe the spell will be broken and he'll realize all of this has just been a dream. because that's just how this all feels: surreal.

but it is real, and he can't wait to have you like this in his bed again.

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december 26th, 12:56pm

packing up after a good trip is always a bittersweet affair. realizing that you have the real world waiting for you, your actual lives with responsibilities and obligations, and that you can't just stay in this fairytale forever – this moment was definitely not something you looked forward to.

you and charles need to get back to monaco to celebrate christmas with your other brothers and your mother, before he needs to go away for pre-season work again. you're meticulously folding up your clothes, zipping up bags and exchanging smiles as you reminisce on memories of the week.

but, things are different this time. you know that the magic of this trip isn't going to stay here – in one way or another, you'll bring some of it with you back to your real life.

oscar.

you've already made plans to meet up after new years, and even when he's busy with work, you know that you'll at least see him during every race weekend. neither of you are ever more than a flight, or a call, away, and you just can't wait to see where this all takes you.

"so... oscar, huh?" charles's voice breaks the silence, his eyes glancing in the direction of your open door that lets in the sound of oscar's voice from the living room.

"hm? what about him?" you reply, trying to hold back the smile threatening to adorn your lips when you hear his name.

charles cocks an eyebrow at you. "you and him... kind of obvious." he gazes towards your bed. "besides, your bed is made. you didn't sleep here last night."

"well, i-" you start, but charles interrupts with a knowing chuckle.

"relax, i'm not going to be a police. just..." he shows off a sweet smile. "enjoy it."

with a nod and a shared understanding, you both continue packing, an unspoken acknowledgment hanging in the air. the group gathers to bid you farewell by the front door, and gratitude fills your heart as you exchange goodbyes with your friends. you grow especially soft when lando pulls you into a hug, a cheeky grin on his lips. "thank you," you whisper, giving his cheek a quick peck to really convey how much you appreciate everything he's done this holiday. he just squeezes you back, telling you not to worry about it.

finally, as you turn to say your farewell to oscar, the atmosphere shifts and the group watches with amused anticipation. "until next time," you say, your eyes holding a promise that transcends the physical distance.

"until next time," he repeats, smiling as you engulf him in a tight hug.

you pull away just enough for your ear to brush against his ear, your voice low. "charles knows, by the way."

"w-what?" his eyes widen for a moment, flickering between you and your brother – but then realization dawns. "well, in that case..."

before you can react, oscar pulls you closer again. he presses a goodbye-kiss on your lips, right there in front of everyone, and the group erupts into cheers.

and the loudest of them all? lando, of course. "if i'm not the best man at your wedding, i'll never forgive you guys."

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Santa's North Island Delivery Service

Stuck at work, Bradley is missing his daughter's first Christmas Eve. But when the squadron decides to turn the hanger into Santa's Workshop, the pilot is able to sneak away to spend a little time with his girls. (Inspired by a true story; Rooster x Reader Christmas fluff)

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Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw was officially having the worst Christmas Eve. Not only was he stuck at work doing absolutely nothing, he was missing his daughter’s first Christmas Eve.

With his boots kicked onto his desk, he leaned back in his chair and scrolled through the photos you’d sent him throughout the night. At eight months old, Bennett was too young to really know what was going on, but it didn’t make it suck any less. He wanted to see her lying under the tree, colored lights reflecting in her eyes. (He’d already set that picture as his home screen.)

“Hey, Lieutenant?” A knock on his door drew his attention, and he looked up to see Petty Officer Second Class Wagner, one of the head mechanics, standing there.

“Yeah?” Rooster said, sitting up. Even though he outranked the enlisted man, Wagner was one of the most respected non-commissioned officers in the squadron. To cheer up the men stuck working the night shift, he’d organized a movie night after doing a Christmas movie bracket throughout the week - National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation had barely edged out Die Hard.

“You got anything at home that needs to be assembled before going under the tree?”

“Huh?”

“Any gifts for the kiddo that need to be put together? We’re getting a list of stops together for the trucks.” Rooster gave him a confused look, which made the man chuckle. “We’re bored, so we figured we’d set up some presents for everyone’s kids in the hangar. The first group of guys are heading out now to get stuff, and then we’ll swap.”

“Oh, uh… yeah, I think there’s a couple things. Let me check with my girlfriend.” With a nod, Wagner left, leaving Rooster to stare at his phone. After a moment, he called you.

“Hey, babe,” you said, answering on the third ring. He could hear babbling in the background.

“Hey. Have you started getting things together to go under the tree?”

“Not yet. We’re just finishing up bath time, and then we’re gonna get cookies out for Santa and go to bed, aren’t we, Benny girl?”

“Any chance you can hold off for about an hour?” Bradley asked, unable to keep from smiling at the sound of his daughter giggling.

“Are you getting off work early?” It was hard to miss the sound of hope and excitement in your voice, and he hated to dash it.

“No, but I’m gonna run home and pick up some stuff.” You hummed.

“Okay. I’ll try and keep her up. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Alright, love you.”

“Love you too.” Hanging up the call, Bradley dropped his head and tapped the phone against his forehead. It was only your second Christmas together and the first as parents, and he was already missing things. You’d assured him it was okay and that you understood that his job sometimes meant spending time apart, but he hated it.

“You’re a mean one, Benny Grinch,” you sang, gently bouncing your daughter as she howled. Letting your head fall back, you blew out a long breath. The crying fit couldn’t last forever.

Though overly tired, she was fighting against going to sleep. It was a nightly battle, but one that Bradley usually helped to fight. You’d learned early on that he had what you lovingly called the Sleeper Hold - the minute Benny was tucked into her father’s arms, her eyes would start to close. Shifting her onto your shoulder, you glanced at your watch and sighed. As much as you wanted to wait to finish the bedtime routine until Bradley got home, it was getting late. “Alright, sweetie,” you cooed, grabbing your water bottle and retreating to the nursery. “Let’s get settled in.”

With the white noise machine and night light on, you settled into the rocking chair and lifted your shirt. Benny rooted for a moment before latching onto your nipple, making you inhale sharply at the pinch. Digging your toes into the carpet, you gently rocked back and forth, holding your daughter’s gaze as she ate. “Merry Christmas, Bennett,” you whispered, stroking her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed as she grunted. You closed your eyes, comforted by the warm weight of your daughter in your arms and the tugging at your breast.

“Hey.” The soft, raspy voice roused you from the trance you’d fallen into, and you lifted your head to see Bradley standing in the doorway.

“Hey,” you replied sleepily. His long legs ate up the space between you until he was beside you, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. The familiar scratch of his mustache had your eyes fluttering closed again.

“She done?” Bradley asked, a large hand coming down to cup your daughter’s head.

“Should be soon.” At his touch, Benny startled from her doze, suckling hard and squirming.

“You need anything?”

“The sleeper hold in a minute to finish her off.” In the dim lighting, you saw Bradley grin before he leaned down again to brush his lips against yours.

“I can do that.” As if on cue, Bennett released your breast, her breath a soft pant against your tender skin. Without a word, Bradley took her and settled her on his shoulder, patting her back. “Hey, Benny, were you good for mommy tonight?” He paced the nursery as you reached for one of the breast pads and cleaned up. When a loud burp sounded, you heard him chuckle. “That’s my girl.”

You took a moment to appreciate the sight before you - your boyfriend in his tight khaki uniform cooing to your daughter as she rubbed her face into his shoulder to fight sleep. “How long do you have before you have to head back?”

“I’ve got about thirty minutes,” Bradley replied, turning on his heel to face you while pacing the room. “Benny girl, the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner Santa comes.”

“I’m not sure she’s old enough for that bribery to work yet.” His grin blinded as he kissed the back of her head, lightly bouncing her.

“Gonna be fun when she is. We’ll track him with NORAD and everything.” Shaking your head, you stood and kissed both of their cheeks.

“You get her down, and I’ll start pulling out the gifts.”

“Put aside anything that needs to be put together or wrapped, and I’ll take it to the hanger. Apparently, that’s what we’re gonna do for the rest of the shift.” With a mocking salute, you left the nursery to the sound of him humming a lullaby.

Ten minutes later, Bradley crept out of the nursery with the baby monitor in hand and joined you in grabbing the presents stashed around the house. The Daggers had dropped off their gifts throughout the week, and your family had mailed theirs. The craftsman that you’d helped Bradley purchase when he moved to North Island didn’t have the best hiding spots - it wasn’t exactly something he needed when you’d been his real estate agent - but with Benny so little, it was a problem for the future. “I think we may have overdone it,” you sighed, setting an unwrapped toy on the couch. The floor by the tree was already covered with wrapped presents.

“Nope, just enough,” Bradley chuckled, opening his arms. With a scoff, you stepped into his embrace, smiling as he swayed you. A dark spot decorated his shoulder, and you gently wiped away your daughter’s drool. “Gotta spoil my girls.”

“I really hope you kept to our budget for each other.” When he stayed silent, you pulled away and cocked an eyebrow. “Bradley Bradshaw, you stayed within the budget, right?”

“I stayed within our Christmas budget,” he answered, his hands gliding down your back to cup your ass as his mustache tickled your throat. “Love you, baby.”

“I love you too. Now, help me get all of this stuff under the tree. Did you want to do her stocking?”

There was a whoop, and Bradley turned to see three guys crouched on the hanger floor cheering as they played with a racetrack. Another corner had been designated as the bike assembly space, an array of tools spread on the ground. One of the card tables had been dragged out from the break room, and it was covered with popcorn and an assortment of cookies.

Unsure of where to go, Bradley walked towards a few other officers standing in the corner. “Hey, Rooster,” Captain “Taco” Bell said as he neared. “We were just talking about ordering pizza for everyone. Would you throw in?”

“Yeah. Does anyone know if there’s a system here, or does it just go wherever?”

“Wagner’s in charge,” Payback shrugged, nodding towards the NCO helping assemble a kitchen playset. “You got stuff for Benny?”

“Just a few things. Brought some of the smaller stuff to wrap, too.” The two men quickly went to the Bronco to unload the gifts. Setting them in a pile with a couple of rolls of wrapping paper, they quickly assembled the play sets. A few other guys drifted by, helping to slot the plastic pieces together or offering to help wrap. Boxes piled up on one end of the hanger, and a sign-up sheet for folks who had larger gifts at the house that needed to be assembled was passed around. It looked like at least six families were getting swingsets or trampolines. Bradley idly wondered about setting up a swing in the backyard in the summer. In the meantime, he assembled the small slide that would be perfect for the living room.

The pizza arrived around 10:00PM, and there was a quick break. As they sat around the hangar, the Santa letter exchange happened. Wagner supplied blank papers with a printed Christmas border, and the parents swapped letters for others to write the replies. “This saved my ass one year,” Wagner shared. “My middle daughter was starting to question Santa, and boom - different handwriting. Got her for at least another year.”

Around midnight, the squadron split into three sections - one to stay back and clean up the hanger, and two to deliver gifts and set up the presents. Bradley packed up his gifts and put them into the back of the Bronco. He was joined by three guys to set up a trampoline. Aided by headlamps, they were able to get it done in about an hour with only a few pinched fingers in the process, which was worth it to test it out.

A trampoline was added to the Christmas list when Benny was a bit older.

After touching base with Wagner, they headed to the second house to set up another trampoline before returning to the hangar. The third team left to assemble a swingset while they settled in to watch Die Hard for their last two hours on shift.

Tucked away in his office, Bradley set about wrapping his last present.

“Benny girl, look here!” you cooed, trying to get your daughter to look as you snapped pictures. Sitting in her father’s lap, she slapped the present in front of her and shrieked. Bradley laughed, quickly shifting his hold to wipe the drool from his wrist onto his sweatpants before retrieving his cup of coffee. Even with just two hours of sleep, he wasn’t willing to push back Christmas morning. After taking a sip, he set the mug down and took Benny’s hand, sliding it under the paper seam. Her hand flew up, ripping the paper.

“Good girl!” he chuckled, helping her tear the rest away to reveal stacking cups. It took about an hour to get through the presents, trading off the baby to get pictures.

A small stack of presents surrounded you as Bradley opened his new electric razor. “Thanks, baby,” he said, crawling across the living room floor to kiss you. With one hand on Benny’s stomach to keep her upright in your lap, you cupped his cheek and ran your thumb along his scars.

“You’re welcome, babe. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” Pushing onto his feet, he quickly shoved the wrapping paper into the trash bag and ran a hand through his hair. “That looks like almost everything.”

“Unless Santa left something somewhere in the back of a closet, it looks like we got it all.”

“Hang on,” Bradley said, reaching around the back of the tree and retrieving a small box. “Looks like we missed one.” Holding it up, he glanced at the gift tag. “To Mommy, from Bennett.”

“What?” Grinning, he sat down across from you and offered you the box, holding out his arms for the baby. A quick glance confirmed it was Bradley’s handwriting on the tag. “What’d you get me, Benny?” you asked, smiling as your daughter laughed when her father tickled her. Lifting it to your ear, you shook it gently and heard it rattle. Tearing away the paper, you laughed at the kid’s jewelry box. The ballerina twirled when you opened it to reveal a bunch of plastic necklaces, rings, and bracelets. “Oooh, fancy! I know what I’m wearing today,” you laughed, quickly putting on a pair of clip-on earrings and a necklace.

“There’s a note,” Bradley said, leaning down to press his lips to Benny’s head. He looked a bit nervous.

And there was. Buried under the plastic was a folded-up piece of paper. Your mouth fell open when you read it.

I couldn’t get you jewelry this year, but Daddy could.

With wide eyes, you looked up to see Bradley grinning at you. “Open the drawer.”

Slowly, you pulled the handle to reveal a diamond ring. “Bradley?”

“Will you marry me?”

Later, when Bennett was asleep and the baby monitor was tossed onto the couch, Bradley watched the Christmas tree lights dance across your face as he took you apart slowly, savoring your taste. The ring sparkled on your finger when you pressed a hand to your mouth to muffle your moans as you shook apart under him, thighs bracketing his ears.

Kissing his way up your body, Bradley paused to suck on a tender nipple, groaning when your nails raked his scalp. The tree shook when he continued his ascent, knocking the lower branches as he tried to reach your lips. “Fuck.”

Laughing, you lifted your head to meet his gaze and wiped your thumb along his mustache, feeling your arousal coating the coarse hair. “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

“Merry Christmas, Mama. Now get out from under the tree so I can unwrap my present in bed and fuck you properly.”

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Author's Note: This was inspired by my dad and his squadron when we were stationed in Japan. He had to work overnight Christmas Eve and they ended up making a run to everyone's house on base to pick up gifts that needed to be set up. I definitely believed in Santa for another year when I didn't recognize the handwriting on the letter the Christmas morning.

The jewelry box and note are also pulled from real life. Dad went remote for a year (he was over in Korea and we were stateside) to ensure that we got orders to Florida, and came back just in time for Christmas. My sisters and I got mom the fake jewelry (we were all in high school/college) while Dad got Mom a new necklace.

Thank you for reading my (late) self-indulgent Christmas fic! I hope you enjoyed it, and my first foray into writing Rooster. And a major thank you to @mamachasesmayhem for encouraging me to write this, even if she's just dipping her toes into Bradley and would have preferred it to be Jake 😂

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #top gun #top gun fanfiction #top gun x female reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster fanfiction

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𝗣𝗢𝗩: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 | 𝘃𝗼𝗹 𝗩𝗜𝗜

Warnings: fluff and slight angst

Requested by anon

𝟏.

vinnie

merry christmas ❤️

Your phone lit up with a text from Vinnie. You sighed as you read the message, ‘merry Christmas’. You and Vinnie had broken a couple of months ago, which was a surprise to everyone including you. The two of you have been together for a long time and were one of those couples that everyone thought was going to last forever. So imagine all your family and close friends shock when you announced the break up. Hell you were still in shock. You couldn’t stop thinking about that moment or all the happy times you spent together or the future you could have had. What a waste. It felt wasteful thinking about how you were going to marry this man and have kids one day, but at the same time it didn’t. You were still thinking about those things, you wanted to reach out and talk to him. You wanted to ask him to take you back, but you didn’t know if he still felt that same about you. The break up wasn’t dramatic, at the time it was mutual, but now you weren’t so sure. Did you guys jump the gun instead of fighting to keep your relationship alive or did he need this, did he really wanted to be able to breathe on his own?

vinnie

gimme a haul

i wanna see what you got 😊

Smiling a little at the message you propped up your phone, hit record on your phone and showed off all the stuff you got. When you were finished and happy with the results you sent hit the send button. You stared at your phone for a few seconds, a frown replacing your smile. You hated how he filled your brain with once happy memories that now are being replaced with sadness. You hated how you didn’t know what he was thinking, why the two of you were still friends despite the agony he caused every time he looked at you.

Vinnie smiled at the video you sent him. He couldn’t stop smiling, you presence was infectious even if was just through a screen.

“What are you smiling at?” Maria said peering over at him from the kitchen.

A big bright smile with a soft gaze focusing directly on you, Maria knew that smile however. Vinnie always smiled like that whenever you were around.

“Nothing”. Vinnie replied quickly before hearting the video.

Maria shook her head before continuing back to what she was doing in the kitchen. She too was taken a back when her son came home for Christmas without his girlfriend wrapped up in his arms. You were a part of the family, the two of you had been together for that long every time you came around you were getting the “when are you two getting married” or the “when am I getting grandchildren”. You were a missing piece of the family. When Maria did eventually ask what happened, Vinnie stumbled his way through the explanation. Maria saw through this. She knew through his broken explanation that he didn’t believe a word he was saying, that he deeply regretted the decision.

I miss you, he typed out but quickly deleted. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even know if you felt the same. The whole time Vinnie was home, he kept thinking about you. What Christmas would have been like if you were here with him. How long would it have to be before he finally said something. Did you still even feel the same way? Maybe you did, but then he’d have to figure out how to talk to you. He’d have to admit he made a mistake, admit he wasn’t thinking and admit he rushed the decision. Or maybe you didn’t, it would take longer for him to get over you but after that you’d be a memory. A memory from his past, the one that got away.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

𝟐.

It was 1:50 am, you and Vinnie stumbled back into the apartment coming back from your New Year’s Eve party. That party had started after you had finished work, so it’s safe to say you were tired before the clock stuck midnight. Vinnie kept checking up on you throughout the night, making sure you hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

As soon as you got home you rushed to take everything off, ripping off the clothes from your both, taring off your shoes and violently scrubbing off your makeup off with a makeup wipe. Finally, you put on your pyjamas and crawled into bed, closing your eyes. A few minutes later Vinnie joined you in bed, wrapping his arms around your waist spooning you.

“Happy New Year babe”. He whispered lightly kissing the crook of your neck.

“Happy New Year”. You yawned out.

“Any plans for the new year?”

You thought for a moment before answering, “maybe more travelling or maybe just doing things I didn’t get the opportunity to do. Oh and getting another cat”.

“We are not getting another cat”. Vinnie shook his head

“Why not? Hera needs a sister, she’ll get lonely”.

“I’ll think about, how about that?”

“Fine”. You muttered. “What about you? Any plans for the New Year?”

“Hmm maybe just working on my mental health. Working on grounding myself and learning to create a balance between work and life so I don’t become overwhelmed. So, I guess working on me”.

You opened your eyes and moved around to face him.

“You’re an amazing person Vinnie. It’s not a crime if you need to step back and take care of your heart”. You placed a kiss on this lips.

“Thank you”. He said sincerely, returning a kiss back on your lips.

He pushed your body closer into his, your arms wrapped around his torso and your face nuzzled in between his neck and shoulder. You muttered an ‘I love you’ before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. Vinnie placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, whispered back an ‘I love you too”, before following you to sleep.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and New Year. I hope everyone had a happy new year too.

In case you made it this far, my requests are open if anybody has anything. ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie imagines #vinnie smut #vinnie x reader #vinnie x y/n #request #snowwybear

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parkerpeter24 · 9 months

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hi hi for the winter blurbs: mcu!Peter, prompt list 1: 6&8 (idk if I sent it right but you get it)

you sent it right bestie 🥰

pairing: mcu!peter x reader

winter blurbs 3.0 ❄️ | 3.0 masterlist ❄️

“one normal christmas, that’s all i wanted.”

usually peter found his aunt, may, to be pretty chill. never ever scolding him even for silly mistakes. not even the time he tried to cook popcorn for movie night and almost burnt the house. but right now she looked fed up, almost worried.

it was only fair, she had been working her ass off at feast and it got pretty tough around the holiday season what with the freezing winter and snowfall.

plus he’d given her more than one reason to be mad. he was barely home– going on patrols anytime he wasn’t busy with homework. he often forgot to bring back groceries that may had asked him to and now he had messed up the postcards. she had reminded him four times to post them before the twenty third so that the cards reached everyone on time, but now it was the evening of twenty fourth and all the postcards were kept on the table, untouched since they had been left by her.

peter felt guilt eating at him as he apologised to her.

she sighed, looking at her nephew’s saddened expression, “it’s fine. i guess it’s fine if the cards are a few days late.” she gave him a kind look, returning to her usual self.

“are you sure because i can-” peter stumbled upon his words before getting cut off mid sentence from the sound of the doorbell ringing. the brunette stared at the door for a second before hopping up quickly, “i’ll get it.”

opening the door, he found you with a big grin and two bags in your hands, “merry christmas eve!” you grinned and instantly your arms were around peter. he noticed the snowfall outside and quickly invited you in.

“did you walk here in this cold weather?” your boyfriend asked, his eyes wide and you shrugged.

“cold never bothered me anyway.” you chuckled and went over to greet may and she smiled as you hugged her.

peter’s heart swelled when he noticed how you’d managed to completely change the whole mood of the room just by being in it. you handed one of the bags to may, “i got you a christmas sweater!”

his aunt smiled, taking the bag from your hands and digging in. she pulled out a grey sweater with a red banner in front that read ‘it’s the time to be jolly’ and the twelve reindeers dragging santa’s sleigh. may laughed, looking at the sweater, “thank you, sweetie. you didn’t have to do this.”

“except that i absolutely did!” you grinned and pulled out another sweater from the second bag, “and i got one for peter too.” this one was a green one with lots of candy canes and snowmen printed over it.

peter reached out to take the sweater from your hands and smiled at it, “thanks, i really love this.”

you looked at the postcards placed on the table and then the two of them, “i’m sorry if i interrupted you guys… what were you talking about-”

“nothing important! it was nothing important.” peter quickly interjected, punctuating his sentence with an awkward chuckle, “anyway… how about we go make some hot chocolate?”

“and watch some nice movies! may, you should totally join us.” you smiled at her, taking off your coat to reveal your own red christmas sweater, a huge christmas tree with glimmering lights upon it, making peter laugh.

thankfully, may agreed to your suggestion and the three of you sat on the couch, each with a cup of hot chocolate, spending the best christmas eve– as peter would claim later– and the postcards stayed forgotten for one more day.

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cloveroctobers · 9 months

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DECEMBER PROMPTS 🧊 — 3. MICHAEL “MIKEY” BERZATTO

A/N: I want to attempt to make this a bit lighter but with the way the bear is set up? Happiness is a process. 🥂 Also this takes place BEFORE 7 fishes? Maybe a year or two prior, so thats probably six or seven years ago from now? The timeline isn’t overly important with this show so whatever your brain feels is cool with me! Also decided to do this in headcanon/note form this time around because things are definitely about to get hectic for me. Merry Christmas Eve or Happy Holidays to you all! 🫶🏽 hope its filled with nothing but greatness + all things that are lovely and not chaos.

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + I’m using: SCENARIO — 4.) Decorating the tree + DIALOGUE — 2.) “You know what they say, don’t eat yellow snow.”

<- read my previous December anthology prompt here.

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Michael Berzatto always loved cold weather and sure his birthday happened to always fall on a brutal cold day… he always put more effort into everyone else’s.

It’s something he’s always done and maybe it had to do with his childhood where most birthdays his own parents forgot about it, treating it as any other day because that’s simply how they viewed their own and wouldn’t even get him a card at least.

He grew up fast and pushed those terrible feelings as far down as they could go and focused on caring for everyone else.

Lucky for him, he had his younger siblings that always managed to put a smile on his face, showing him that they wouldn’t ever forget

and a shit eating grin would also appear thanks to his best friend Richie who always showed up with packs of beer and encouragement to head out to a strip joint but somehow Tiffany always figured out that plan!

a gallon of warmth poured into his chest when you would call him at midnight or the break of dawn, wanting to be the first to send him well wishes for another year.

You were always something special to Michael.

Which is why on the morning of November 15th, he showed up to your place, just to tell you later that you were going tree hunting while he went down to Chicagoland to get the rest of his hours in.

He heard how bummed out you were about your boyfriend not being in town (yet again) to go get a tree for the place you moved into back in July.

Michael didn’t particularly hate the guy but he also felt like he didnt care enough as much as he should with someone like you.

He was always elsewhere and Michael was just praying that he didn’t ask you to marry him and call it selfish but he didn’t see a glimmer in your eyes when you looked at the guy.

Michael felt like you two were just dating out of convenience—until you both found better, which YOU would but you didn’t seem to see that.

Which of course sparked arguments and the guy walked in on that argument, demanding to know what was going on and you didn’t want to escalate the situation so you sent a warning glance for Michael not to take it there.

He never listened.

A ban from the house was laughable to Michael because who tf did this guy think he was to tell him to stay away from his best friend’s house? He maybe “the man,” of the house but he wasn’t man enough to love you. You have to show you care in a relationship and put in the work and this guy wasn’t it. You were an after thought and that pissed Michael off.

and he didn’t give a shit if the guy was 6’6 and built like a linebacker, it was fair game in mike’s eyes! Michael would say what he felt and he was super protective over you—which you appreciated but not in that moment.

Before hands could ever go flying and out of the respect he has for you, he said his peace and left the home—since thats what you wanted…with the both of you not speaking for a week—which was painful.

And also painful to Richie’s ears because Mikey wouldn’t shut up about it!

You as a topic? Was never on the low.

“Are you finally gonna admit to the audience that you’re sweet on them, Mikey Boy!?” The amusement was clear in Richie’s piercing blues and Michael was tempted to smack it right off.

“Shut your mouth and get back to work, ya bastard!”

Michael knew the guy talked shit about him behind his back but regardless Michael was in your life WAAAY before this guy was even a factor! He wasn’t going anywhere,, unless you told him to but he hoped that never happened.

Your boyfriend didn’t like how you kept Michael around but he knew how to put on a mask too, being a FBI agent and all that, which means he was hardly around anyway so…that gave Michael more time with you in the end, which definitely made your boyfriend more irritated when he bothered to check in from work!

Michael found it funny that your boyfriend thought he was doing something by flying back to Indiana with you to spend (the controversial holiday) thanksgiving with your dad, step-mother, and half-siblings just to disappear again into his work as soon as the both of you returned to chicago.

While he was off on a case, Michael was there taking on the failed promises, which included: tree shopping.

Having a hybrid schedule, working as a publisher and just starting a meeting with a client, you were caught off guard the morning Michael greeted you on your front steps on HIS birthday.

He was all grins and barely in the appropriate wear for the approaching winter but fr! a hoe never gets cold you know? “You asked what i feel like doing for my birthday, right sweetheart? Spending it with you doll face and gettin’ us a tree, how’s that sound?”

You can can barely get any words out due to being on a call but a sweet smile that actually matched your eyes was enough confirmation—although it was on the tip of your tongue to argue, Michael took that to his advantage that you couldn’t in that moment.

Which didn’t mean you wouldn’t hammer him with texts a little later—but Michael sucked at texting so your attempts would probably go unseen anyway.

It was around six, you just got off thirty minutes ago and went to freshen up, ready to text Michael when he’s already at your door, keys in hand, shining teeth of a smile, your favorite sandwich in hand: a wrapped Porchetta, chicken parm, or a caprese sandwich (if you don’t eat meat) ready for you to eat on the go, since the farm closes at eight-thirty and the drives about thirty to forty-five minutes depending on the traffic…

Michael’s got terrible road rage and hates traffic but you’re not the best driver when the sky falls so you have no choice this evening but…he’s at ease with you on the passenger side.

He’s telling you entertaining stories as you eat and when you’re done, he’s asking for your review—although it’s your favorite sandwich so of course it’s going to be highly rated! but he just likes to hear you talk about the things you enjoy

he’s interested in your day since your work days are completely different and he’s not afraid to give his opinions if the author you’re working with sounds like an asshole.

Shopping with you can sometimes take forever but Michael doesn’t seem to mind. If you’re looking for the perfect tree, even if it’s ugly as hell, you’re gonna get the damn tree.

He’s used to artificial trees because the real one his family had after he just turned fifteen, his ma threw a lit cigarette at once, unbeknownst to the rest of the berzatto family, almost burning it to a crisp as she whipped around to yell at a seven year old Sugar about something, so his dad swore off “spending his hard earned money for Donna to ruin,” leaving Michael to stop looking forward to Christmas trees

Yet he was here on his birthday with you, happy to be here and help you find whatever you needed.

“What about that one?” You pointed at what would probably be the eighth one, if Michael thought to keep count.

He can’t help it—

He glances over his shoulders and scowls, “looks like uncle Lee, fucking balding in the middle.”

“Michael!”

“Wha? Am I wrong?! I’m just sayin, sweetheart…if you love that one, I’ll like it.” Michael raised his hands in surrender while you huffed, rolled your eyes and spun on your flats, diving in between a row of fully stocked trees.

Eventually you find a wide white spruce tree that the both you felt strongly about to bring back home

and the man is willing to throw his back out for you, getting it up your steep front steps, not allowing you to help him one bit, which is frustrating for you ofc.

Once positioned in your living room, just the way you want it, Michael wipes the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically.

“What would you like to drink?”

“I’m fine. Just gonna get some air, then when I get back we’ll discuss when you want to decorate it, yeah?”

You shake your head at Michael while he heads back to the front of the house through the screened in entrance before entering November’s air.

When he’s taking longer than expected, you go hunting for him just to flail around on some black ice after stepping down from the last step but manage to somewhat catch yourself on the railing.

Thankful for a bruise rather than a broken tailbone, you curse to yourself as the throbbing pain shoots down your femur.

And surely, Michael fucking berzatto appears from the shadows to assist you, “hey! whatcha doin’ down there?”

“I slipped on some stupid black ice…where were you?”

“You sure it wasn’t the yellow snow?”

“The what?” You exasperate as Michael guides you to your feet.

Michael points at the spot to the right of your front lawn and you scowl as he says, “you know what they say, don’t eat yellow snow!”

He laughs but stops short as you cut your eyes at him, “did you come out here to piss on my lawn when there’s two bathroom’s inside?”

Michael scoffs, “don’t go pointin’ fingers at me because you busted your ass. That ain’t my fault babe and you know I wouldn’t do that! I told you that was Richie’s drunk ass.”

Sighing you rub at your sore thigh, “I still owe him a kick in the ass for that.”

“Yeah you do,” Michael smirks as the both of you move to head back inside, “despite that, it was good house warming.”

You nod as you’re back inside the warmth of your new home and rest against the couch while Michael’s back to analyzing the tree you picked. “Hey, I’ve got you something.”

Michael shakes his head although a twitch of a grin is there,“I told you that you didn’t need to get me anything.”

“Shush,” you held up your hand at the man who raised his brows at you, “it’s nothing crazy but it’s in the fridge.”

He sighs at you but goes to your bright yellow kitchen nonetheless. Michael always gets caught up standing in your kitchen, just imagining all the meals he could get up to in here since it seems so bright and welcoming yet empty.

You were more of a breakfast person which is why he was always down to go to diners because of you, whereas he was more a lunch person because of his old man, hence why Chicagoland was a deli spot but Michael was okay with shifting his ways for you.

When he opens your fridge, he scans through it, easily picking up on what items belongs to your macho boyfriend and scoffs to himself before spotting a medium sized box tucked in the back of the fridge.

“Did you find it, Mikey?” You call out to your friend who latches onto the box, kneeing the fridge closed before making his way back into the living room.

He plops down on the couch next to you, eyeing you while you smile over at him patiently waiting.

“Here goes nothing,” Michael quietly says before pulling the top back to eye the mold of the zuccotto, “…you fucking didn’t.”

“I did,” you nod before explaining, “I thought about making one but I also didn’t want to disappoint you and then I remembered you’ve been wanting to try that bakery that’s here on my side of town, so I made a call and hope you like it.”

Michael swallows the lump in his throat at the gesture. He can’t remember the last time someone’s got him a cake but this wasn’t just some simple task. This was important because this means you listened.

You listened to how he told you that his nonna used to call him, “pumpkin bear,” because he was chunky and the shade of a Orange left in the sunlight fresh out the womb and that she made the best zuccotto he’s ever had and never tried anyone else’s since she’s passed.

Not even his ma could touch his nonna’s but he would never tell the woman that!

“The bakery’s a combined Italian-French place which they don’t really advertise until you’re actually inside but the little elderly lady who made it was the cutest thing and I thought you’d probably trust her.”

“I wanna kiss you on the mouth, you’re so good to me, you have no idea!” Michael pointed at you, voice thick with emotion.

This may seem small to any other but it really meant a lot and you could sense that as Michael gripped your hand to squeeze and press kisses to. “Happy birthday, Mikey.” You whisper.

Michael groans as he pinched the corners of his wet eyes for a moment, “I love you, you know?”

“I love you back,” you smile, “now can we try!?”

“Hell yeah we can but I get first bite this time.”

“I guess…it is your birthday after all.” You wink.

The taste test was so worth it, to the point Michael made it his mission to go meet the elderly woman down at her bakery during one of his breaks from the restaurant.

He shared kind words and got to know Giuseppina or “Josy,” up until the point they actually became friendly with Josy sending her husband Charles over to try what Chicagoland had to offer as well.

He had you to thank for that, reminding him of the good in his life, even what once was.

It isnt until the first week of December when Michael comes around again to decorate your tree.

“What the hell happened?” Michael quizzes you when he spots you with a brace taking up a huge portion of your thigh.

Guess that makes sense why you took so long to get the door.

You sigh, “hello to you too, Mike. Care to come in?”

“Yeah, yeah. Hi.” Michael greets, gripping your hip and pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping into the too warm house.

You tell him you slipped again and that resulted into a bruised bone, which is less severe than a fracture and something you can heal at home with ice, and meds you wouldn’t be taking—so you’re just taking it easy.

“Why hasn’t inspector gadget put down any salt yet?” Michael commented as he shoved his thin jacket into the small closet tucked in the corner of the living room.

You have your oddly placed fireplace lit and boxes everywhere to dig through.

Sighing you plop back on the couch, “He’s busy but he brought up the decorations from the basement and I can do the salt myself.”

“Oh yeah? Why haven’t you?”

“…it’s cold.”

Michael fans his hands at you, “newsflash babe, we’re in Chicago not Kansas or wherever the hell he’s from and after we’re done tackling this tree, I’m gonna fix it.”

“Mikey—

“Did you hear what I said?”

The look he sent you with his dark eyes made you mold your lips together and cross your arms before you pushed off the couch to head over to a few of the boxes.

Michael does the honors of playing some Motown Christmas music on your tv to fill the tension, but he wouldn’t apologize for looking out for you.

The bare minimum when it comes to your boyfriend doesn’t impress him, not one bit and although you didn’t like and told Michael that you didn’t like him dragging your man, you couldn’t change Michael’s mind about him at all!

He was gonna hurt you and Michael was waiting for the asshole to just rip the band aid off or when you woke up and dumped him yourself.

Michael knew you had it in you and knew you deserved better than to just settle for what looks good on paper.

The smooth deep growl of Marvin Gaye singing, “I want to come home for Christmas,” (I heavily stand on the fact that Marvin Gaye is one of Michael’s favorite singers!) filled your home as the both of you went through the boxes, picking out your decor that brought all sorts of feelings to your frame.

You reminisced about what your life was and if your dad still had any of your old ornaments you made as a child, knowing your mother would have and what your life could be as you took your side of the tree, placing ornaments up as Michael hummed to the music.

The both of you worked in silence which wasn’t the usual although Michael was much louder than you, being quiet wasn’t the norm of your friendship.

And it wasn’t because of what Michael said to you, you weren’t that sensitive—it was you getting in your head about the holidays.

About your dad, step-mom, and siblings deciding not to speed Christmas with you like originally planned because they were going on a cruise and the possibility of your boyfriend traveling to freaking Europe around that time for work made you think about the upcoming loneliness

Yes you had another friend outside of Michael but it was just this odd feeling that you didn’t particularly want to define or gave much thought about until now…

“Hey, stop thinkin’ so hard and just be here with me, huh? Your favorite person on the planet.” Michael calls over the music, after catching you staring up at the length of the tree with one ornament still in your hand.

When your eyes meet his and that famous grin stretched over his features, you roll your eyes once you realized what he said, bringing you back into the spirit and moved around the living room in search of your stool.

Michael holds the stool until your comfortably on it before moving one hand to the small of your back to keep you stable.

When you glance back at him you state, “how do you know?”

“Know what?”

“You’re my favorite person when there’s a billion people in this place?”

“Ah, It’s all over your face! You know how they say heart on your sleeve? Well in your case, it’s on your face.” Michael comments as he holds your stare before you slowly get down to be face to face with him, “and don’t you worry, you’re mine too.” 🥹🥹🥹

You pat his jaw, “damn straight, baby. And don’t you forget it.”

“Never will,” Michael chuckles, “do I get to do the honors of putting up the star?”

You plop down on the couch, digging through what’s left in the box you were working on, “we don’t have a star.”

“…Run that by me again?” Michael turns to you.

You nod, “we wanted to do something…less traditional and it was between either a bow or what he went for…a stag.”

Michael eyes the topper and scowls as he reaches for the cream deer head, “im gonna keep my mouth shut on this one.”

“Thank you.”

“welcome.”

after awhile, Michael finds his way collapsed next to you eyeing the tree as the both of you sip at some cranberry punch you made the other day, eyeing some rosemary you had floating through it.

“It actually turned out pretty, no?” You ask, shoulder to shoulder with the bearded man.

Michael sips from the mason jar and savors the earthy tangy flavor, “best lookin’ tree I’ve ever seen!”

Resting your head against Michael’s shoulder you take in the scenery, feeling a little less alone as Michael’s lips peck your brow, reminding you that it’s best to hold onto what you have, rather than what you don’t.

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read my final ~5 days of Xmas~ anthology prompt here.

#Spotify #queued #the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear s2 #the bear hulu #the bear fx #michael berzatto #Michael Mikey berzatto #Mikey berzatto #Michael berzatto x reader #Mikey berzatto x reader #december prompts #jon bernthal #donna berzatto #natalie berzatto #carmy berzatto #richie jerimovich #tiffany jerimovich

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callivich · 9 months

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hey calli !! do you have any christmas headcanons on your mind?

Hi anon! 🎄💖 Here are some Christmas headcanons throughout the years….. (sorry this took so long, I know you sent this a while back so I hope you see this!)

When Ian is young, he sees Fiona kiss her boyfriend under the mistletoe. He wonders if he’ll ever get a boyfriend, let alone get one he can kiss so freely under some mistletoe. All the worrying is for nothing….he does in fact get a husband he can kiss as many times as he wants under some mistletoe.

The Milkovich family has one really good Christmas that Mickey can remember. He’s around 8 or 9 and Terry is in jail, his mom flirts with a guy selling Christmas trees and gets one for cheap. They decorate it with some decorations stolen by Iggy and his mom makes cookies (from a box) that they eat together. He remembers laughing with his siblings and even though they didn’t have enough for real presents, the whole day and night felt like the best present ever.

Ian likes wrapping presents (he’s really neat) and writing cards with Christmas puns in them. Mickey likes decorating the tree and their apartment - there are a few x-rated decorations but mostly in the bedroom. There’s a lot of mistletoe and a lot of kisses. There’s a lot of lights with different colours. When Lip first visits, he jokingly asks if Mickey robbed Santa’s grotto.

Die Hard is Ian and Mickey’s go-to Christmas movie. But they also enjoy Elf. They argue whether Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween movie or a Christmas one and end up watching it both times of the year. Hot chocolate with marshmallows is mandatory for watching the movies.

They always get each other a thoughtful/useful present, a sentimental/sappy present, and a dirty/sexy present (which they open by themselves on Christmas Eve).

Ian really likes trying Christmas themed food or drinks, so Mickey’s always on the lookout for something he can buy and surprise his husband with.

Christmas Eve is just for them, Christmas Day is for family, and Boxing Day is for not getting out of bed all day and eating all the leftovers they can. Mickey also demands they sleep in really late.

Ian buys them both cheesy Christmas sweaters. Mickey refuses to wear his. Ian pouts and sulks ☹️ But Mickey is not budging. Until one night, Ian comes into their bedroom and Mickey is wearing the sweater! And nothing else…which makes for a bit of a funny look at first but Ian’s into half-naked husband in a Christmas sweater.

They’re always really late taking down their Christmas decorations. Like…early February.

They get creative with their kisses under the mistletoe at home. Yes, lots of normal kisses on the lips but also kisses in other places….😈 some very intimate and some very silly - “really Ian? my knee?!” “I like your knees” 😚

If they ever get a cat, it loves climbing their Christmas tree and ruining the decorations, Mickey (despite being the one who was in charge of decorations) is a nightmare and encourages the chaos. “She’s just getting in the Christmas spirit, Ian!” “The tree is on the floor, Mickey!”

Now that they’re together, they’ve never enjoyed Christmas more.

Does anyone else have any Christmas headcanons to share? 🎄💖

#gallavich #calli talks #headcanon #feel free to use these as prompts if you want

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bisexual-thoughtss · 2 years

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Bernard the Elf x Reader

I know it’s a little late for Christmas, but I just love him so much. It’s a little soulmate AU where you have discolored skin where you touch your soulmate for the first time. Call your dentist, it’s tooth-rottingly fluffy!

You snuggle up next to Bernard on the couch, handing him a warm mug of cocoa. Christmas Eve had been successfully executed the night before, and you’re excited to celebrate your first Christmas morning with him. He takes a sip, looking thoughtfully at you for a moment before pulling a gift out from beside the couch.

“What’s this? Is it something special?” You tease, looking over to the rest of the gifts for each other under the tree and wondering what he was doing with this one.

“It is. Do you remember the day we met, pumpkin?” He asks, twiddling his fingers nervously.

“Of course, how could I forget,” you laugh, remembering it clear as day in your head.

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You truly didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, the snow outside looked good for staying in and reading a book, but you knew you had no choice but to go out. Begrudgingly, you started getting dressed.

Meanwhile, Bernard was having a rough day of his own. As soon as Santa mentioned needing an elf to go on an errand outside of the pole, Bernard was volunteering. Any chance he could to get a break from Curtis spouting rules and regulations in his ear he was going to take. Santa had raised a surprised eyebrow at his willingness, but let him know what he needed and sent him on his way with a sparkle in his eye.

Bernard grumbles as he changes into human clothes to avoid calling too much attention to himself when out and about. He glances at his hands, rolling his eyes at the thought of his soulmate marks. How was he supposed to know who his soulmate was at first touch if it was just his hands. Everyone touches people with their hands! He briefly considers donning a pair of gloves but decides against it. He yanks a beanie over his head to hide his ears before he magics himself into town.

Taking another glance at the list Santa had written him, he hustles down the street towards the shops.

Walking slowly down the street, you roll your eyes at the frigid January weather. You just know you’re gonna fall on all this ice. You really hadn’t wanted to leave the house today but you had to go to the store. Glancing up, you see a guy walking quickly down the sidewalk. You’re impressed by his speed on the slick street, scooting over as you walk on the sidewalk to stay out of his way. As soon as you changed your stride for him to pass, you were slipping on the ice and bracing yourself for impact with the ground, but it never came. You open your clenched eyes to the same guy, his hands underneath your forearms to steady you. Your skin tingles pleasantly where he touches you, and as you look into his eyes it feels like the world has shifted on its axis.

“Hi,” you breathe out, righting yourself on your feet again and rolling up your sleeves. Perfect hand shaped marks adorn your skin where he just caught you.

“Hi,” he smiles, cheeks turning pink as he stares awestruck at you.

“Would you like to get a drink?” You ask, gesturing to a nearby coffee shop.

When you settle into your seats at the shop with orders in hand, you’ve already got so many questions for your soulmate. You both volley questions back and forth, favorite colors, hobbies, jobs. He gets a little cagey when you ask him what he does, brushing you off with “I’m the manager of a large company, what about you?” that only makes you want to ask more questions, but you figure you can come back around to it again later.

“What’s your favorite holiday?” He asks after a sip of his hot chocolate.

“Oh, easy. Halloween,” You answer, swirling the ice in your chai around.

“Halloween!?” He shouts, ducking his head as a couple near you turns to eye him.

“Sorry, but Halloween is your favorite holiday? That can’t be right,” he worries, teeth digging into his lip and you want to kiss him right then and there.

“Why, what’s your favorite holiday?” You ask, beginning to worry that somehow your soulmate isn’t going to like you.

“Christmas, of course!” He says, eyes a little wild.

“I love Christmas, but it’s still in second place,” you tell him, trying to suppress your giggle as his eye twitches.

“Second place! C’mon,” he grumbles, taking your hand.

“Wha- where are we going?” You laugh as he steers you out of the coffee shop and down the street. He pulls you into a little alcove, both of you pressed together in the small space.

“Brace yourself,” he tells you, and suddenly you’re not outside anymore. Christmas decorations surround you, the large workshop leaving you speechless.

“How did you do that? Where are we? It looks like-“ you start before Bernard cuts you off.

“Santa’s workshop,” he finishes, smirking at the awe on your face.

“This- this can’t be real. I can’t believe this,” you breathe as you take in the sight around you.

“Believe it, baby,” he smiles, taking your hand and leading you down the hall. Your mind is racing as you pass rooms of toys being made, cookies baking, people bustling by that you assume must be… elves?

“This is my office,” Bernard tells you as you enter a nicely furnished room, a large desk in the center piled with papers.

“Hold on,” you say as you pace back and forth in front of him, trying to wrap your mind around all of this.

“We’re in Santa’s Workshop,” you state and he nods.

“So we’re actually at-“ you trail off, having a pretty good idea of the answer.

“The North Pole,” Bernard finishes your sentence.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, rubbing your face harshly. He takes a step toward you, gently grabbing your wrists to stop you.

“Are you an elf?” You ask, not believing your own ears as you hear yourself ask.

“Head Elf,” he smiles proudly.

“Prove it,” you say suddenly, catching him off guard. He pulls his hat off slowly, worried about your reaction. What if you think his ears are freaky? Can soulmates not like each other?

His worry calms when you don’t shy away but instead lean forward. You reach out with a shaky hand, trailing a gentle finger from his ear lobe to the pointed tip of his ear. His cheeks immediately flame red as he lets out a quiet gasp, shivering at the feeling. This time you can’t help yourself from pulling him in for a kiss. It’s chaste, just a press of lips, but before you can separate Bernard is pulling you back in.

“Halloween still your favorite?” Bernard pants once you actually separate from each other a few moments later.

“I think I might need some more convincing,” you flirt, giggling as he pushes you onto his desk and pulls you in for more.

***

“I’ve been working on this since then,” he blushes, handing it to you. You tear the paper off excitedly, a smile lighting up your face at you see what’s inside.

“You made this?” You ask in awe, pulling the knitted sweater out. He nods sheepishly as you take the sight in. You know it must’ve taken him forever with how much of a perfectionist he is. You let out a laugh as you finally see the front, a happy little jack-o-lantern proudly wearing a Santa hat.

“Oh, Bernard, I love it. It’s perfect,” you beam, slipping it on immediately before pulling him in for a kiss. The dusting of red on his sparkly cheeks as you pull away is a sight you look forward to seeing for the rest of your lives.

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sofias-diary · 9 months

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Period hasn’t come yet. Only a matter of time now… that’s what’s awful about starting your period at FOURTEEN. Who starts their period that late??? I’m fifteen now though, don’t you worry about that. But my periods are like suuuuuper irregular so I have no idea when it’s going to appear!

I started watching Killing Eve. And I finished the third series of What We Do In The Shadows and can’t watch any more unless I get Disney+ (that’s never going to happen).

I think about Leia a lot. Like, more than friends normally think about their friends. But I don’t think I have a crush on her, right? Because when I had a crush on Christabelle that was SO different. I don’t feel about Leia that way. But it’s definitely a greater feeling than normal friendship. When I first properly met her I thought I had a crush on her but I know now that was just me wanting to be friends with her as I had no other friends at the time. The way Dilpreet mentions that sometimes is actually soul-crushing because every once in a while she’ll say “Hey, remember when you sat on your own all the time?/when you would go to class super early to avoid other people seeing you be totally alone?” as if it wasn’t one of the worst times of my life. Whatever.

I think the reason I like Leia so much is because she’s so perfect and I can’t understand it. She has this way of being so sincere when she tells me she missed me on the few days I was sick, and I could tell she genuinely genuinely meant it. I like that about her because it means I can tell her how much I love her (which is a LOT!). And when we have conversations it’s like when you’ve been sat in a car for hours and you finally step outside and you get that fresh clean air. And when she compliments me or reassures me about something it feels like it’s the middle of summer and the sun is rising and all the flowers have begun to bloom.

I don’t like her boyfriend much. I don’t dislike him. He’s incredibly kind to her and about once a week she’ll tell me something wonderfully sweet he said to her, usually about how he wishes she saw herself how he sees her. I could bet a million pounds I see her in a far better light! And he went to ARMY SCHOOL… and she showed me his six pack… ew… he literally failed his GCSES. Oh, did I mention he’s 17 and she’s my age? And he sent her a dick pic she didn’t ask for. As if anyone would ask for that! He’s an idiot and he’s disrespectful.

Tegan (the girl Leia used to be best friends with) clearly hated him. Why would she do that? She would talk about how much she hated him to her face. I would never do that. I couldn’t hurt her feelings like that! I think Tegan likes Leia a bit. Clearly not a lot though, because she’s always so nasty to her. Maybe she’s just a bit controlling - I know she gets jealous when Leia sits with me and my friends instead of Tegan and her friends. Not that it’s a competition or anything.

I’m never ever mean to Leia! God I sound like such a nice guy. I’m not, I swear. Well I mean I am nice. You know what I mean… When Leia was trying to convince me not to buy her anything for Christmas and I told her I would because she deserved it, I feel like nobody ever really tells her that because she had a real reaction to it. And when she told me about how she went on a bus for the first time I saw how her eyes lit up with wonder! Over a bus! She’s so cute. And once in English, when Emily and Natalija weren’t in (thank GOD) Leia said to me that it was the highlight of her day. How precious is that?!

I think it’s more that I just want to be her best friend. I think.

Should I start adding tags to these? Because I genuinely do not care if people can read them. I just write them when I can’t write in my proper diary.

More later, Sofia xx

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In the last 24-hours or so, I’ve seen a number of developments and triggered by a couple of people I care about. Let’s pre-empt by mentioning three couples first. I’ve had a number of people get divorced over the last five years, most very unexpectedly.

Couple1, I was very close to both of them and had no idea that things were a mess. I’ve met with both individually alone and got to see first hand what the issue was. Though I knew the wife before the husband, I’ve actually sided with the husband on this one. She turned away from God, secretly hates her parents and refused any sort of counseling. I can tell this is true by actual one-on-one conversations I’ve had with her. She claims that he was physcally abusive….I don’t see that at all....and since the divorce in 2017 he remarried within a year and she has had only one failed relationship. She was the one who filed for divorce. In summary, however, I did not see this divorce coming as I had previously knew both before they were a couple and had spent a bit of time with them when they were married.

Couple2: This one is interesting…I only have the husbands side of the story, but I feel like it’s true. I was really only friends with the husband before, during and after the marriage. Before the marriage I would be able to hang out with him, guys nights, volleyball or just hang out at his house or phone conversations. When he first got married I was able to hang out with him a bit at his place and they would have football parties etc. I even helped him with some basic house maintenance stuff he didn’t know how to tackle himself. Slowly though, communication got less and less and less. I would call him, talk to him for five minutes and he would say I need to go do something I’ll call you back in about fifteen minutes…but that phone call would never happen. Then it was with Christmas cards…I always sent them Christmas cards and for a while I would get one back, then that stopped. Finally, Christmas 2019 I was frustrated with them, so I put in my card to “please call me at their earliest convenience” and in my mind I said if I didn’t hear back, that would be my last communication….that call never happened. Fast forward to fall of 2020 when another friend told me that Couple2 was getting divorced and shortly thereafter I got a call from the husband. Apparently, the wife was controlling everyone he spoke to, everyone he saw, even his own side of the family. Since the divorce we’ve been hanging out regularly again, we just met for dinner on Friday. The time I did get to spend with them as a couple, I never saw anything that would have suggested that this relationship wasn’t going to work.

Couple3: I have never liked the husband of Couple3. In fact very few people actually like him as a person. Whenever he is at an event, whether his own or someone else’s event, he has to take control of the events taking place at the event. About a decade or more ago, he would have new years eve parties at his apartment, and once everyone was there, he would get everyones attention and go over ground rules, no touching the walls, no leaning back in chairs, no spilling on the carpet and so on. The only new years eve party I’ve ever been at where we had to go over rules. Anyways, my late fiancé and Couple3 wife were pretty good friends and would hang out. They would have girls nights….well until husband would invite himself and actually show up. My late fiancé didn’t like Couple3 Husband either, not even a little bit, but as friends with Couple3 wife, she stood up in their wedding. From what she told me he was literally asking people on the street if they would stand up in his wedding or be his best man. Though I could have gone to the wedding as a guest, I actually refused to be involved. Also very interesting side note: my brothers wife went out on a first date with Couple3 Husband many years ago and said he was nuts. Couple3 wife was a little special, hard to explain, but I said to myself, if they like each other then great! Two peas in a pod. Couple3 Husband was verbally abusing Couple3 Wife and controlling her every move. Though it wasn’t a complete surprise, Couple3 wife left Couple3 Husband early last year and finally filed for divorce last fall. Since I myself have been verbally abused, I (along with Couple2 Husband) are doing what we can to support her. I even invited her to my Christmas party in December, something I would have never done if Couple3 Husband were still in the picture.

Now we come to observations made in the last 24-hours. Things that have triggered me….

A friend who I met 17+ years ago and met and divorced someone 10+ years ago posted on facebook yesterday that she was hoping to find a sugar daddy to pay $18,000 for a new furnace for her house. Of course I realize she’s mostly kidding. I see her maybe once every few years at an event and she even took me out for dinner one time right after my late fiancé passed away. Several times over the years, I’d asked her out for a date and she vehemently refused and of course never offered a reason. She is entitled to that and perhaps God may be saving me from disaster, however I have to say her post definitely has triggered me. There is always that possibility of “What if she said ‘yes’?” She is still single and as far as I know is not looking for anyone to date or get in a relationship with either, though I know she has had several failed relationships over the last decade.

Finally, the main reason I am writing today, is I was informed that a couple I am not close with (for a reason) is getting divorced. This is Couple4. I had asked Couple4 wife out for a date long before her wedding and before she had even started dating Couple4 Husband. She had said ‘yes’ and the date was about two weeks and a few days away. I often Saw Couple4 wife and Couple4 Husband in a large group of friends that used to hang out at a church playing sports in the gym. Usually afterwards we all went to an ice cream place for snacks. Well one night about two weeks from my planned date with Couple4 Wife we all were hangin out at the church, but Couple4 Wife and Couple4 Husband mysteriously disappeared sometime between leaving church and the ice cream place. Even their closest friends had no idea where they went. Well, the next morning, it was announced they were boyfriend and girlfriend. I was pissed. Angry. Upset. Like seriously, WTF??? Let me explain. Couple4 Wife has a masters in elementary special education and was making serious bucks. Couple4 Husband….well he had a high school education and was never able to hold down a job. He had been fired from several jobs for poor performance…I know this as a fact as he admitted to it. In fact I felt when we were hanging out that Couple4 Husband, though he was generally nice, he was not all there. After that day, I no longer wanted to be around the two as I felt it was best for all three of us. I had even been invited to their wedding shower party, but refused to go because (A) I had a bit of jealousy in me and though it would be best if I not go and (B) I refused to support them. Interestingly about five or six years ago, I was invited to a football party at their house on a Sunday. I went, not knowing Couple4 Husband was not there as he was working. I overheard Couple4 Wife complaining that Copule4 Husband wants more kids but she doesn’t see how they can support more than the three they already have. They’re house was a mess…I mean like multiple remodels started but never finished. I could never understand what Couple4 Wife saw in Couple4 Husband. I know Couple4 Wife could have done so much better than Couple4 Husband even if it wasn’t me. Well, no surprise, they’re getting divorced. Apparently, he’s being verbally abusive, not coming home from work and also not supporting her and their three kids, one of which is special needs. Unlike Couple1, Couple 2 and Couple3, I saw Couple4 as not working out at all. Perhaps I was biased, but hey I’m just telling it like I see it.

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A Very Dangerous Game (Rooster Drabble)

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 658

TW: Fluff, Teasing, Suggestive Situation, Reader in a Sundress, Hangman is Put in his Place, Language

Notes: Thanks to the Top Gun server for starting us on this sundress kick and allowing everyone to join in! And thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for beta reading! Top Gun Masterlist

You had told him you had a surprise for him that night, but when Rooster saw you walk into The Hard Deck, his jaw still hit the floor. In all the time he had known you, he had only ever seen you wearing one of your various uniforms, or a t-shirt and jeans (or nothing at all). So, the sight of you in this cotton sundress with a hem that skimmed across your upper thighs instantly sent his heart racing. It took everything in him not to jump across the pool table and take you right there in front of the entire group of cadets.

Yet even if he were the kind of guy who would do something like that, both of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret for the time being. So, all he could do at the moment was watch as you sauntered up to the group.

“Damn, girl! What’s gotten into you tonight?” Hangman leered as he saw you approaching. Taking a few steps towards you, he blocked your way and leaned on his pool cue. “Got a hot date? Or if not, do you want one?”

Rooster tensed in his seat. If Hangman tried to lay a single finger on you, secret relationship or not, he would break his hand.

But you just smiled sweetly up at the other pilot. “Hangman, you wouldn’t know what to do with me if you got me. I need a real man, not some overconfident fuckboy.” For just a second, you dropped your gaze to meet Rooster’s, a mischievous twinkle burning in your eyes.

Fuck. Just when Rooster didn’t think you could get any sexier…

Hangman’s eyes narrowed as he sneered, “You’ll never find anyone who could make you feel as good as I could.”

With a condescending smirk, you patted his chest as you pushed past him. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Jake.”

You walked to the other side of the pool table, stopping directly in front of where Rooster was sitting. Leaning heavily against the side of the table, your barely covered ass was situated just inches from his knee. He clenched his jaw so tightly he thought he could feel his teeth crack under the pressure. His hands gripped the edge of his seat until his knuckles grew bone white.

Picking up one of the discarded pool cues, you glanced over your shoulder at him as you asked, “So, who’s ready to play?”

The next twenty minutes were the most taxing of Rooster’s life. You had him under your spell, and you knew it. His eyes never left your skimpily clad form as you danced around the pool table, your hips swaying tantalizingly with every step. Every time you came near him, you would lean over farther than necessary to shoot, clearly revealing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath your dress. It was maddening! You were like a poorly wrapped present on Christmas Eve, with the thrill of seeing and knowing what was underneath the paper yet being forced to wait to open it.

After your third game, you strolled over and grabbed a beer off the table just behind him, pressing yourself against him in order to reach. As your ear passed by his lips, he muttered under his breath, “You’re playing a very dangerous game, sweetheart.”

You smiled as you trailed your fingers up his upper thigh, your body blocking the motion from the rest of the group. “What do you mean? I thought I was playing pool?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s fun and I love to watch you squirm.”

Just as your fingers reached the straining bulge in his pants, Rooster grabbed your wrist. Both of you were breathing heavily, your eyes dark with lust. With a deep, hoarse groan, Rooster murmured, “You know you’re gonna pay for this tonight.”

You turned your head to gently nip at his ear before purring, “I’m counting on it.”

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)

Summary: Spencer is stuck away on a case on Christmas Eve.

Pairing: Dad!Spencer x Mom!Reader

Content: Angst with fluffy ending, mentions of case stuff, mention of a gun, swearing

Word Count: 1.2k

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“They’re singing deck the halls…but it’s not like Christmas at all. Cause I remember when you were here. All the fun we had last year,” the radio hummed.

“Mommy?” Carter spoke from his car seat in the back.

“Yes, baby?”

“When is Daddy coming back?”

You made eye contact with him through the rearview mirror as he pushed his glasses up further on his tiny little nose. An exact clone of your husband down to the mannerisms.

“I don’t know, sweetie, but we are still going to have so much fun tomorrow. We’ll open presents, drink hot cocoa, bake some cookies, and Daddy will be home before you know it,” you tried to cheer the little boy up.

“But Daddy is going to be alone on Christmas,” Carter sniffled.

“Oh no, no, no, baby. Don’t cry. He’ll be with Auntie JJ and Emily and Uncle Derek and Aaron,” you assured him.

“But I want him to be with us,” Carter pouted.

“How about we give him a call right now and you can tell him all the fun stuff you did today,” you tried to distract him.

“Okay,” he nodded.

You hit Spencer’s contact on your car’s screen and let it ring, desperately hoping Spencer wasn’t in the middle of anything important.

“Dr. Spencer Reid,” he answered after a few moments.

“Daddy!” Carter exclaimed from the backseat.

“Hi, love. Are you busy?” you asked.

“We have to deliver the profile soon but I’ve got a few minutes,” he answered, “How are you guys?”

“We decorated gingerbread houses and then we went ice skating in the park. It was so fun, Daddy. You have to bring me next time,” Carter told him.

“I definitely will, bud. Mommy sent me videos of you skating. You could be on the Olympics,” Spencer smiled through the phone.

“Daddy, when are you coming backkkkk?” Carter whined.

“As soon as I can, I promise. I love you so much. You’ve got to be good for Mommy and go to sleep right when you get home so Santa can deliver all your presents tonight,” Spencer told the little boy.

“I will, Daddy,” Carter nodded.

“Y/N, can you take me off speaker phone please?” he asked as you pulled into the driveway.

“One second, Spence,” you pressed the phone to your ear as you unbuckled Carter, carrying him up to the front door and unlocking it.

“Carter, go brush your teeth and put your pajamas on. I’ll be up to tuck you in a bit,” you set him on the floor.

You kicked off your boots and sank into the couch, “Yes, love?”

“I’m so sorry I’m not there. You both deserve better than this,” he sighed.

“It’s not your fault, Spence, unless you’re the serial killer that’s murdering people in New Jersey,” you joked.

You managed to elicit a soft chuckle from Spencer.

“We’ve got a possible lead but we’re not too confident in it so I don’t want to get your hopes up and say we’ve definitely got something,” he frowned.

“Well, we’ll be right here whenever you get back,” you reminded him.

“Have you got all the gifts ready to go under the tree when Carter falls asleep?” Spencer asked.

“Yep, all wrapped and ready to go. Even the bike,” you added.

“How did you manage to wrap that?” Spencer chuckled.

“Lots and lots of tape,” you stated.

You heard some muffled voices in the background.

“Well, I’ll let you go, Spence. Sorry for keeping you for so long. Carter was just starting to get a little upset and I didn’t know what to do,” you explained.

“Please don’t apologize. Never apologize for calling. I’m the asshole dad that won’t be with his family on Christmas,” Spencer spoke softly.

“Spencer,” you scolded him.

“It’s true, Y/N!” he argued, “I’m no better than my own dad.”

“Spencer, you and I know that’s not true and more importantly, Carter knows. We love you very much, okay? And I’ll send lots of pictures and videos tomorrow,” you assured him.

“Okay,” he sniffled, “Love you both.”

Carter sprinted into your room just as the sun was rising and jumped into bed beside you.

“Santa’s here, Mommy! I saw him downstairs,” Carter exclaimed.

“Is he now?” you smiled amusedly at the kid’s imagination.

In perfect timing, you heard footsteps downstairs.

“There he is!” Carter beamed.

“Carter, get in Mommy’s closet now,” you ordered.

“But why?” he whined, “It’s just Santa.”

How were you supposed to explain to this child you had no idea who was downstairs without ruining one of the biggest parts of Christmas for him?

“Because…Mommy needs to discuss some things with Santa about your gifts and you can’t spoil the surprise until you unwrap them later,” you set Carter down on the floor of your closet, “Be very quiet and please do not leave this closet. Can you do that for Mommy?”

Carter nodded. You kissed the top of his curly-haired head before shutting him in.

Carefully, you crept down the stairs with the pepper spray you kept in your nightstand in one hand.

As you gained a view of the living room, you could see that Carter was right. A man was dressed as Santa Claus in your living room.

You aimed the pepper spray at him from afar and cleared your throat, “Sir, you need to leave. My husband is in the FBI and he’s upstairs getting his gun right now.”

“Oh god, he sounds intimidating. I better go,” the man turned around, revealing your husband.

“Spence!” you dropped the pepper spray and ran into his arms.

After giving him a long hug and kiss, you pulled away to slap his chest, “Why on earth would you scare me like that? I’ve got Carter upstairs hiding in the closet.”

“I texted you,” Spencer laughed, kissing the top of your head again, “Sorry I scared you. The lead actually was our unsub and we hopped on the jet as soon as he was in custody.”

“It was worth the scare for you to be home. Now let’s go get our son,” you giggled.

Spencer ran up the stairs with a huge grin plastered on his face, tugging you behind him with your hand in his.

Spencer whipped the closet door open, “Carter!”

“Daddy!” Carter matched his enthusiasm, jumping into his arms, “Best Christmas gift ever!”

“I’ll do you one better,” Spencer pulled out a small wrapped box from his pocket and handed it to Carter, “That’s for both you and Mommy.”

Carter climbed into your lap to tear open the gift.

“Your FBI badge?” you asked, confused, “Did you wrap the wrong thing?”

“Nope, I’m quitting. I’m getting a 9 to 5 job here in D.C.” he grinned.

“Are you serious?”

“So serious,” he affirmed.

You started to cry in relief at the thought of you never having to worry about Spencer away on long trips ever again.

“Don’t cry, Mommy,” Carter frowned.

“They’re happy tears, baby, because Daddy is going to be home a lot more now,” you sobbed.

Spencer enclosed the both of you in a big hug, “Merry Christmas, my loves.”

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marvel-fanfic-writer-8675 · 3 years

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All I Want For Christmas is You

Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy sadness(sorta angst) fluff, cursing, very fluffy ending

Summary: your boyfriends were sent on a last minute mission and might not be home in time for Christmas, just like last year

You were once again, watching ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ alone. Your boys had promised you they’d be home with you this time, but when Fury called for a mission that was an emergency……well….

“Doll, I’m real sorry, Fury says we have to go,” Bucky hugged you tightly. “I can try to convince him maybe? Make them send someone else?” Steve thought aloud. You just sighed, “go, I know you need to, I knew what I was getting into, just go,” they kissed you and thanked you for understanding, promising themselves they’d work their hardest to make it home in time for Christmas.

After the movie, you decided to go out and see the Brooklyn Christmas lights. It was the 23rd of December, so the guys could still make it, but it was unlikely. You walked through Marine Park, they had hot coco and Christmas music playing while you looked at the thousands of twinkling blubs. When Mariah Carey came on with her ‘All I want for Christmas is You’ you teared up, you really missed your boyfriends. You thought they’d be there this year, they couldn’t be there last year because of Hydra deciding to make a move, they just wanted to ruin your Christmases. You hurried back to your car and started crying in the car. You calmed yourself down enough to drive back home to your shared apartment that was beautifully decorated, and fell asleep, crying and cold without your two personal body heaters.

It was Christmas Eve, and they still weren’t back, but you didn’t want to give up the slimmer of hope you had, you made sure all presents were wrapped for opening, went to the store to get all ingredients you needed for Christmas dinner tomorrow and some extra treats, which you spent the rest of the day making. You made a plum and lemon pound cake for you and the super soldiers, and some Christmas cookies for the team at the tower. You packaged them up and drove over, Happy let you up immediately.

“Hello? I bring cookies!” You yelled out to the tower, signaling the 3 team members there to run into the room. “Ooh! They look so good! Thanks Y/N!” Bruce complimented as him, Clint, and Sam grabbed some cookies. Bruce didn’t go because he didn’t want to Hulk out, Clint had a broken arm from falling off the kitchen counter, and Sam’s wings were getting fixed. “Hey, you sure you don’t want to join us for a small Christmas here?” Sam asked, he knew you hated Steve and Bucky being away again this year. “Nah, it’s fine, maybe they’ll be home tomorrow, and I want to be there if they do.” You were a teacher so you didn’t have work these two weeks. Sam looked at you sympathetically and smiled, “alright, call me if you change your mind.” You agreed and headed back to your apartment as it was getting late. You were slightly hoping your boys had come home in the time you were gone, but they hadn’t. You dragged yourself through your nightly routine and fell into the bed. You had given up hope, they weren’t gonna be home for Christmas.

You woke up, sad, today was already one of the worst Christmases, you couldn’t spend it with Steve or Bucky, and you hope had all drained out of you. You went out to the couch to put on some TV and eat breakfast, but you saw the Christmas decorations and it just reminded you of what you didn’t have. You decided to try and be cheerful. You put on Christmas music and made a Christmas themed breakfast. You were in the spirit a little more now, so you spent the day making the big dinner, they were super soldiers and would eat a lot, and you could always wrap it if they didn’t come home that day.

They didn’t show up, you were hopeful but you knew it was coming. You wrapped all the food up and stuck it in the fridge. You pulled out a book, put Christmas music on and read. It was nearing 9:00pm when it came on for the first time that day, ‘All I want for Christmas is you.’ You had tears in your eyes and were singing along, thinking of your boys. Silent tears were streaming from your face, and you were so focused on your thoughts you didn’t hear the door open.

Steve and Bucky shared a look that said, ‘god I feel terrible.’ They moved over to you, “hey doll, we’re back.” Bucky had crouched down and softy spoken, not wanting to startle you. You looked up, the tears turning to happy tears, “Buck Buck! Stevie! Your home! And it’s still Christmas!” You hugged them so tightly, you never wanted to let go. “How about Buck and I go get a quick shower and out of our suits and then we have a late night Christmas of our own. How does that sound?” You smiled at Steve’s plan, “perfect, except before our Christmas, I’m cleaning up your injuries, super soldier or not, I’m not having them get infected.” You put your foot down, you did it every time. The guys usually protested but not tonight, tonight, they needed to make it up to you, so they kept their mouths shut and went along with it.

You had both soldiers sitting on the bathroom countertop and you were checking them over and dealing with cuts, and bruises. You had just found a deep scratch on Bucky’s torso. “Buck take your shirt off,” you demanded, not being able to see the whole cut. “Doll, if you wanted to see my muscles all you had to do was ask nicely,” he cockily said. “James Buchanan Barnes.” You lifted you eyebrow up in warning. Bucky mumbled a sorry and took his shirt off so you could clean the wound. “Thank you,” you gave them both kisses after cleaning all the wounds. “Dinner is in the fridge and just needs reheating,” Bucky and Steve’s eyes lit up, you reheated the food and set it on the table, the guys had set. “Mm, doll it looks delicious,” Steve complimented and you all dug in. “I made dessert too,” you commented. “What is it!?!?” The boys both asked excitingly, “a surprise,” you responded. After dinner you snuck away and grabbed the cake, “tada!” “Doll, is that, a plum lemon pound cake?” Steve asked excitingly. “Maybe,” you teased. The guys both dug in, saying how good it was, and they needed one of these every day. After dinner it was present time.

“Doll, that one is for last,” Bucky said, pointing to the big present that had your name on it. You hadn’t seen it before, the guys had brought it over from the tower. “alright….” you said suspiciously and passed out the rest of the presents. You went around opening them one by one. Steve got some new art supplies, cleaner for his shield, a new wallet and some clothes. Bucky got some fancy hair stuff he wanted, a giant bag of plums, a record player with some more old 40s records, since his old one broke when he was chasing after Steve and ran into it. You got (cool stuff that you wanted) and then it was time to open the big present. Bucky and Steve were jumping up and down out of excitement, “go ahead doll, open it!!” You ripped open the box, “oh my god,” you started tearing up, “thank you guys I love you both so much,” “it’s for when we go away on missions, so you don’t feel too lonely,” Steve explained “we hate leaving you alone doll,” Bucky added. “So what’s her name?” You pulled out the present from the box. “Her name is Alpine, but if you don’t like it we can change it,” Bucky told you. “No I love her, and I love her name,” you turned to Alpine, “hey little kitty, hi, you’re just so cute and tiny.” The guys loved seeing you interact with the cat and sat back smiling. You yawned, it was now close to midnight and you were all tired. You all decided to clean up tomorrow and head to sleep, that night you felt an unusual, fluffy, ball cuddle up with you three. Alpine became a part of your cuddle pack every night, and when the guys weren’t home it was just the two of you cuddled on the bed, you were alone anymore, and while you always would miss the boys when they had missions, it was more bearable with Alpine by your side.

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yes, i’m a squib | part 17.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You and Kreacher worked for days to change your dress. You went with the option that was technically your first choice before you switched to choice three because it worked with Roger Davies being in Ravenclaw. The entire outfit, accessories, and makeup was finished on Christmas Eve. You were passed out on your bed and slept so hard that you thought you missed Christmas breakfast in the morning. Padfoot’s meowing in demand for food assured you that you did. It was lunch when you left your room.

Like all the other students, you were in pajamas as you made your way to the Great Hall. The castle was beautiful, decorated for both the Yule Ball and the holidays. You sat at the Hufflepuff table first. Cedric gave you a smile and went to move from where his friends were surrounding him but you shook your head and mouthed that he should enjoy his friends. Besides, you were only getting a plate and then moving to Gryffindor. Susan handed you the plate of french toast with jam.

“Where were you last night? You missed the last day of Hanukkah party, Professor Dumbledore enlarged a dreidel to the size of Justin.”

“Sorry, I was working on my dress. I just fell right asleep after.”

“Well, I saved you a menorah cookie.”

“Thanks, Susan. Happy late Hanukkah to you.”

She handed you the cookie. “And Happy Christmas to you.”

You sat with your full plate next to Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Ron poured some pumpkin juice into your goblet.

“Are you sure you’re going home, (Y/N/N)?” Ron asked. “You really don’t want to stay for the Ball? It’s not as fun if it’s not the four of us. Mum said she’s got a dress to spare if you don’t want to use the Roger Davies one.”

“I’m not going home anymore. And tell Mrs. Weasley thanks but I have another dress. Dad sent me all of my mum’s old ones.”

“You’re not going home? This is great!” Hermione said. “I thought it would just be Ginny and I getting ready. We have to do your hair and makeup! What does your dress look like? We’re going to show all those boys they should’ve wanted to be your date. Please say you want to get ready with us.”

You chuckled and took a sip of your pumpkin juice. “My dress is pink and of course I’m getting ready with the two of you. Do I have any other girl friends I’m closer to than you?”

Hermione clapped and gave a satisfied nod. “Bring your camera, we should take a picture. That’ll show everyone, especially Rita Skeeter. She’ll drop dead when she sees you showed up to the dance no matter what she said.”

Harry and Ron echoed her sentiments. Ron took a swig of his water.

“And we won’t leave you out, right guys? We’ll all save a dance for you.”

“Actually, you guys don’t have to do that. I, uh, have a date.”

“You got a date and didn’t tell us! Who is it?”

“Can I just keep it a surprise, I’m kind of worried he might bail out.”

The three of them agreed right away. They would say that you could always tell them and it would be stupid for someone to bail. But after Roger Davies, they understood why you were being a little cautious. The entire castle was exchanging gifts after lunch. Even the gifts from the penpals you made at the Quidditch World Cup had gotten their gifts sent in time. You had sent a box of Honeydukes’ sweets and some of the prototype Fred and George were making for their joke shop. In return, you had gotten snacks as well and some seeds for an aloe-type plant whose gel had the same potion properties as wolfsbane.

You and Cedric had exchanged presents on Christmas Eve— because he decided he was going to play quidditch professionally with the Puddlemere United team at least for a few years, you got him a nice broom compass. He had taken you down to your store and used a spell to create a hole in the ceiling and floor large enough for your wiggentree. You replanted it and he used a spell to enlarge the wiggentree to a full-sized one— which could start to rival the Whomping Willow— and then charmed the gaps between the tree and the holes in the building to not allow rain or snow in. Exchanging presents early meant you could go straight with Ron, Hermione, and Harry to the Gryffindor common room.

It was the standard gift giving between the four of you. This time, even Hermione was given a Weasley sweater. Mrs. Weasley said since you were no longer an orphan, the sweaters weren’t just so you could have presents and she felt bad if Hermione wasn’t included. This Christmas, she thought it was funny to give you a sweater with a duck knitted on it. Kreacher and Dobby stopped by with the strangest gifts but were very delighted to receive the tiny clothes of yours that you all had shrunk. They wore all the pieces at once as they waddled out of the Gryffindor Tower.

Sirius really meant it when he said he was gifting your friends with trunks of presents. True to your father’s word, the store was your only Christmas present. On a technicality. He couldn’t help himself but send you another gift. However, because it was an enchanted cash register for the store, he said that his gift was justified and not a separate Christmas present. Remus had made no obligations of the sorts and was very content with sending you chocolate from his latest mission from Dumbledore that had landed him briefly in Egypt.

Ginny came down to give presents as well. She felt awkward giving you plant seeds from their family’s garden when you had given her dragonhide quidditch padding after she said she wanted to join the team next year. But the way you admired the plant seeds that everyone knew you could easily get and probably already had washed away any awkwardness and made her feel good.

“Should we get started now?” Ginny asked.

You and Hermione jumped up to your feet, making the boys look.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked.

“It’s past five, Harry,” Ginny explained. “We’re already late.”

“The other girls have already started getting ready?” Hermione asked in shock.

Ginny nodded. “They decided half past four instead of five o’clock sharp. All the good vanity spots are going to be taken.”

“Well, we could just use your room? Since the other girls will be gone we can enlarge the mirrors, charm the showers,” you offered.

“That’s not a bad idea.”

“It takes three hours to get ready?” Ron asked in disbelief. “Is this why you’re all missing the snowball fight in an hour?”

You nodded. “If we want to look good, Ron, yes. And it takes forever to get into your dress and then not spill anything on it.”

“I am so not jealous of being a girl,” he muttered.

You, Ginny, and Hermione chuckled and practically skipped up the steps towards Hermione’s dorm room. The boys were outside throwing around snow. Apparently a lot of them shared the same shocked sentiments as Ron. The older boys though— and the younger ones that just knew better— weren’t surprised at all and continued to throw around snow until it was absolutely necessary to go inside and change.

You and the other two girls were giggling as you got ready. Hermione did everyone’s hair. She did your request of sweeping all your hair to the back, curling it up and letting some white Christmas roses rest in it. She and Ginny got dressed afterwards and debated on shoes. They looked amazing. Ginny was worried she looked too childish but you and Hermione assured her that she looked wonderful and Neville was probably going to pass out when he saw her. You were only in a robe when it was time to leave— the other two knew to go join everyone else while you changed because you had left your dress in your room. You gave yourself one last look over before leaving.

Even though Hufflepuff was on the kitchens level and Slytherin in the dungeons, Dumbledore wanted all students to have a grand entrance. So everyone was directed to come down the large staircase in front of the Hall— pictures to send back to parents were encouraged, although a Hogwarts photographer and Rita Skeeter were both there so the students didn’t have to worry themselves with personal photos if they didn’t want to. You caught your cousin coming up the “secret staircase” Hufflepuff and Slytherin were supposed to take to get to the big stairs. He applauded your outfit as he approached. You gave him a big smile and demanded he twirl around, which he obliged. Pansy Parkinson, his date, came up shortly after. You were never sure if Pansy liked you or was just nice because you were Draco’s cousin and he absolutely adored you. You couldn’t tell with most of Malfoy’s friends but especially Pansy.

“Don’t you look sharp, Mr. Malfoy. I particularly love the white on white bowtie. You look amazing too, Pansy.”

“Thanks, you too. Do you want to come down with us… we heard about the date. We can go down as a trio.”

“Oh, I actually got a date, really last minute.”

“Perfect, if that’s the case, let’s go, Draco. See down there, (Y/N).”

You told Pansy bye and watched her drag your poor cousin away. You adjusted your shoes— not seven inch heels but a reasonable three inch pair— and checked that your homemade flutterby bush petal perfume was still smelling. Satisfied with yourself, you decided you could attend the dance now.

Students were gathered in the corridor as they waited for eight o’clock and the Great Hall’s doors to open. Everyone was complimenting everyone on their looks and buzzing with excitement for what seemed like it might be a very fun night. Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were waiting for the girls to show up. Aside from Ron, who was going with Padma, and Harry, who had worked up the courage to ask Cho, the boys laughed when they realized who they asked out. Their shared dorm managed to ask out girls that all shared the same dorm room. Dean with Pavarti, Neville with Ginny, and Seamus with Lavender. The only girl that shared that particular room but wasn’t with them was Hermione. Ron almost choked as he looked at Hermione in her dress, scowling when Viktor found her and gave her a hug. His date wasn’t bad, Padma Patil. It was nice of her to accept after her sister asked but she wasn’t as thrilled after seeing Ron’s dress robes. He wasn’t thrilled about it either but there was nothing he could do.

The champions were still with everyone but standing a little off to the side because they would be entering last when it was time for the dance to begin. Harry waved Cho over when he spotted her. She joined the group with a large smile as the girls complimented her and Harry said she looked good. Even though dates crossed Houses and schools, everyone naturally clumped to their usual groups while they were waiting in the corridor. When faculty finally showed up, students got even more excited because there were probably only five or ten minutes left. Cedric weaved his way through the crowd, smiling at the claps on his back and congratulations. He approached the not so small group— Fred and George had found their way over along with their dates.

“Have you guys seen (Y/N)?” He smoothed out his dress robes.

They all shook their heads. Aside from a few, the others in the group were just surprised to hear that you weren’t going home for Christmas after all. Ron pulled at his scratchy collar.

“You don’t suppose her date did bail on her?”

“Merlin’s Beard, she looks amazing,” Pavarti said before anyone could answer Ron’s question.

They all turned to look as well as the other students still waiting for the doors to open. You didn’t realize that you had been the last one to get ready and come down, having the entire grand staircase to yourself. It would be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy how everyone suddenly got silent. The Durmstrang boys that were closest to the stairs and watching with wide eyes was the exact petty revenge you were enjoying. Probably the sweetest smile some of them had ever seen crossed your face when you looked at all the Gryffindor boys that you knew, seeing them unable to keep their mouths closed. The Beauxbatons girls from your Alchemy classes briefly swarmed you once you reached the bottom of the stairs. You all fangirled over each other’s dresses— and make up and hair but mainly dresses. The whispers changed from about your outfit to your date when you finally made your way over to your friends. Cedric gave you a hug before holding you at an arm’s length away, hands still on your waist. He snapped out of his own daze.

“You look, wow, you look amazing.”

“Thank you. This was actually the dress I really wanted to wear anyway.”

“It looks so good.” Cho cut in and the other girls agreed.

“Thanks, my mom made it after watching Sleeping Beauty. Dad says that’s a muggle movie.”

“She made it?”

“It’s inspired from it, I didn’t do much to it. Kreacher just switched the colors around.”

The dress looked like Aurora’s final ballgown with a few minor tweaks. The off the shoulder bits were no longer white harsh points but gentle pink slopes that complimented your shoulder line. There were no more sleeves. The pink corset-like bodice was made of velvet. A belt of magically preserved Christmas rose petals helped ease the transition from velvet into a tulle skirt of matching pink. If you twirled, the blue tulle layers underneath the skirt could be seen. With a pink dress, you opted to make your makeup more natural. Everything was a neutral color and your lips had the lightest tinted gloss on it.

The doors opened to let everyone in except the champions and their dates. You subtly turned your back when Roger Davies approached with Fleur, only after letting him get a good look at you. Cedric smiled at you as you adjusted his bowtie. He leaned in close to your ear.

“I think Davies is regretting everything right about now,” he whispered.

“Good.” You patted his bowtie and turned back around to look at Professor McGonagall.

She was waiting for everyone inside to form a nice circle. When she felt it was good enough, she paired up with Professor Dumbledore as the faculty all came inside followed by the champions. The champions had a separate table near the faculty ones for the formal dinner portion. You tried not to chuckle as Hermione taught Viktor how to properly pronounce her name. He had been calling her Library Girl until he finally got a glimpse of her name on her notebook. He seemed very confused when she said that the pronunciation was off because he thought he was going based off of the spelling— saying Herm-ee-own instead of Her-mi-o-nee. Roger Davies was too entranced with Fleur’s veela looks to actually pay attention to what she was saying. Not that he was missing much.

While you did enjoy the company of the Beauxbatons girls, the one thing you didn’t like was how they constantly compared Hogwarts to their school. She was complaining about the plain decorations. You thought the place looked amazing but compared to the French school somehow everything Hogwarts did was a little shy of plain for them. Your eyes drifted over to where Rita Skeeter was trying to act like she wasn’t looking over at the table. You, Harry, Cedric, and Cho were having a good conversation. The four of you were actually enjoying each other’s company. You mildly checked out of the conversation when it turned to quidditch— all three of them were players.

“I’m getting our table more ice,” you said.

“I can get it—”

“No, sit, Cedric. You guys are talking about matches, I am of no help right now.”

The three of them chuckled and you got up with the ice bucket. There was a large ice sculpture in the corner of the room that was animated to chop ice into cute shapes whenever students came by to fill up the ice buckets on their tables. Unbeknownst to you, everyone turned to look when your laugh rang it in the tiny pocket of silence before the next orchestra piece started. The ice chef was putting on a comical routine as he flung ice bits into your bucket. You took back the bucket with a curtsey to match his bow and began to make your way back to your table. You stumbled slightly and looked behind you to see that your heel had fallen off. A Durmstrang boy got up from his seat to grab your shoe and help slip it back on your foot. Formal dinner ended with Dumbledore standing up from his spot at the table. He looked at you all with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Whichever one you started the rumours, I am very disappointed that you have stolen my thunder. I suppose no one is excited any more about the Weird Sisters.”

All the students jumped up from their seats. No one thought that Hogwarts was going to actually manage to book the Weird Sisters. Dumbledore whisked the tables to the side where snacks and drinks still rested. The lanterns went out and the lights dimmed as the Weird Sisters started a slow ballad. It was time for the first dance— the Champions’ Dance. You could hear Harry muttering to himself causing both you and Cedric to laugh. Harry’s dancing honestly hadn’t improved much. Although, as you looked at the others, you saw that Roger Davies wasn’t much of a dancer either. Viktor and Cedric were. You felt like you were floating as you and Cedric glided around the circle. Soon, Harry and Roger were put out of their misery as everyone else joined the dance floor. You and Cedric’s stylish twirling about became confined more to swaying with everyone now dancing. The slow ballad stopped and the front runner of the Weird Sisters, Myron Wagtail, tapped on the mic.

“I hope Hogwarts doesn’t mind if we kill the ballads for a bit, it’s a school dance so, let’s dance. I think it’s time we… do the hippogriff. Students, make some noise!”

You all screamed in excitement at the upbeat tempo that was about to start playing from the band’s arguably most popular song. The bass guitarist pulled out his in-ear and tapped on the mic.

“Hold on, hold on. Someone’s scream went right through my in-ear monitor. Do you guys have a banshee?”

You dropped your head against Cedric’s chest. You didn’t realize an excited scream would start veering into banshee level vocals. The crowd cleared to show you. You lifted your head to look at the stage and raised your hand. The bass guitarist nodded as he spoke.

“Sick. It’s always the princess looking ones, hell yeah.”

The other band members chuckled at some joke that the rest of you were completely oblivious to. The guy began to put his in-ears back. Myron looked out at the crowd.

“You want to count us in? Everyone you might want to plug your ears, it’s about to get loud… hey, Princess Banshee, make some noise!”

The song started after about a beat or two of you screaming. Everyone jumped up and down as they removed their hands from the ears. You all figured you probably looked ridiculous but no one cared. Everyone was shouting lyrics at each other and dancing in all sorts of strange ways. The night wasn’t near over but already, you all agreed that this was definitely the best night ever. The first song ended but the Weird Sisters kept up a medium to fast paced tempo with the songs they chose to play. You and Cedric hadn’t left the dance floor once.

You two were laughing as he spun you again before you stopped. Your friends were sitting at the tables on the sidelines looking bored out of their minds. Well Harry seemed bored, Ron seemed annoyed, and you could tell Hermione was mad even if you could only see her back. Hermione stomped off and you told Cedric that you’d be back. You caught up to her before she actually reached the steps.

“Hermione, don’t let Ron spoil your night. Krum went to get drinks right? Almost the whole grounds is open tonight. And I’m pretty sure I just saw the boys leave, probably to take a walk or something. So, have a drink with Viktor outside and then come back so I can dance with you.”

“Thanks, (Y/N).”

“Any time.”

You checked her over to make sure her makeup wasn’t smudged and then watched her and Viktor walk to one of the archways, not actually crossing into the snow. Hermione looked out at the window and you sighed when you watched Viktor remove his fur cloak accent and wrap it around her so they could walk in the snow.

“Is everything good now?”

You jumped at the voice, turning around to see Cedric go from concerned for Hermione to almost laughing at you. You said everything was fine as you two started to head to a more secluded area, the outdoor corridors on the other side of the area. Unlike Viktor and Hermione though, you and Cedric stayed under the archways instead of going into the snow. You sat on the little ledge while Cedric stayed standing. He leaned his hands on the ledge. One hand played with the flower nearest to your hair line, effectively trapping you in between Cedric completely.

“Thank you for taking me,” you said.

“Thank you for letting me be your date, I should’ve asked you sooner. I thought someone else already did though.”

“What?”

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, I meant what I said in the greenhouse, you are the most brilliant witch here. You kind of caught everyone’s eye this year. Seriously. The Animagus last year was impressive, felix felicis this year was amazing. Everyone thinks you’re brilliant. Doesn’t hurt that you’re cute too. At least half the boys at this school fancy you.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your head to look at the fresh snow that had started falling. Your eyes flitted from snowflake to snowflake. You watched a couple of students quickly dart down the path that had the huge berry bushes. You averted your eyes before they completely disappeared down the path.

“What do I care if a bunch of boys fancy me if they won’t admit it because I’m a squib and a banshee? They’re too embarrassed to have that attached to them in public and I’m too proud to ever hide it. So, it doesn’t matter if a single one of those boys fancies me. Not a single one.”

“What if I fancy you?” Cedric stared for a moment, looking at the side of your head to see any sort of emotion.

You scoffed. “Ha, ha. Aren’t you crushing on Cho Chang along with I guess the other half of the male population that doesn’t fancy me?”

“Crushing on someone is not the same as fancying. You can’t get someone you fancy out of your head no matter how much you try.”

The corner of your mouth lifted up. “Alright then, Cedric. I’ll play along. I can think of maybe seven or eight boys that don’t care if I’m a squib or a banshee. And since you are on that list, if you fancied me then you would be one of the few single boys that matters. Are you happy now?”

You were trying everything to suppress a smile. Cedric had a way of bringing up the most ridiculous scenarios and you told yourself that one day you would stop indulging him by answering them. Clearly that day was not today. You weren’t sure if that day would ever come either. His stupid questions always made you happy. His hand gently guided your jaw until your head was no longer looking at the snow but at him. He hadn’t stopped looking at you and you weren’t sure if you could ever remember staring into anyone’s eyes for so long. If it was possible for Cedric to get closer to you, he did.

“I fancy you, (Y/N).”

He leaned in until his lips molded to yours. Your eyes flutter closed. Cedric’s right hand adjusted to cup the side of your face and his other hand moved to rest in the small of your back. When the two of you pulled apart, Cedric’s eyes flitted down to your lips as they moved to rest in a relaxed smile.

“That was my first kiss,” you whispered as if you would break the moment if you spoke too loud.

His eyes squinted in delight and his nose scrunched up. “Here’s your second.”

He kissed you again, a lot briefer than last time. And then once more, declaring your third as well. He didn’t pull away completely after the third kiss. His forehead rested against yours. You felt his hands go to cover yours that had gone back to resting on the stone ledge.

“Please say you fancy me back,” he said, softly.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend before,” you muttered.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend… you’re freezing.”

Cedric removed his dress robe and wrapped it around you. He rubbed your shoulders to try and help warm you up as well. You looked at him before chuckling.

“What’s so funny?”

“Dad owes Uncle Remus Bulgarian chocolate… he said I would go out with you by this Christmas.”

Midnight was slowly approaching. Some students started taking the fireplace Floo Network to get home throughout the night to finish their winter vacations with family. Others decided to leave later or not at all. The Weird Sisters’ music kicked back up. It was so loud that you could hear it clear in the outdoor corridor. You jumped down from the ledge and Cedric threw his arm around your shoulder.

You were glad to see that your friends were back and since they were all dancing with each other, the problem must have been settled. Without missing a beat, you jumped in to join them. The boys were starting to sit on the sidelines— in chairs and on the floor, holding drinks and talking with each other. They occasionally looked over to the dance floor, confused as to how most of you girls were still excited and dancing. Every now and then, a girl would come over, talk a little and maybe grab a drink before leaving her heels with her date. When you screamed in excitement at Hermione saying Viktor kissed her, that made all the boys look over because it reached banshee level for a brief moment. Cedric shook his head with a smile when you walked over right after to get some water. He had his robe back but it was resting over his knee.

“Was that loud?” you asked.

Draco nodded. “I think I went deaf.”

“Oh shove off, Draco.”

“What?” He put a hand up to his ear. “I can’t hear you.”

You laughed and pushed his shoulder. Dean came up with the most brilliant and stupid idea.

“Can a banshee scream break glass… half-banshee, whole ban—”

“Half, Dean. I’m half-banshee. Should I try to break it?”

You held the cup of half finished water up to your mouth and screamed as loudly as possible into it. Everyone prematurely cringed but uncrumpled themselves in confusion. Harry opened his eyes first to see you just staring. You looked at the intact glass in your hand. Seamus unplugged his ears.

“Did you do it?”

You screamed into the glass again. They all watched the water ripple but nothing else.

“It doesn’t even sound like you’re at a banshee scream,” Cedric said. “Sounds almost normal.”

You frowned and tried once more. They all agreed that it was a normal scream. You pulled the cup away and tried again, reaching around your throat for the highest pitch wail you could muster. You got a single note out and the glass shattered. Jumping at the action, Dean pulled out his wand and said ‘Reparo’ to fix the incident.

“Well, it technically worked,” Dean offered.

The band announced there was one last slow song. The boys tried to avoid eye contact with their dates— officially tired. Most of the girls didn’t mind because they were dancing with girl friends now. Boys were forgotten. A few grabbed their partners. Some boys got up and took the initiative to go. Other girls went to sit by their dates and just enjoy the evening coming to an end, like Cho who sat next to Harry. Cedric stood up to have one last dance with you. He and Viktor were the only champions still up and dancing with their dates— Harry was sitting and Fleur left a few minutes ago for Christmas with her family. Seamus was the one to point it out as he looked at you and Cedric.

“Does something seem different about those two all of a sudden?”

They watched you get spun under his arm twice. Ron and one of Cedric’s friends were about to say no that’s you two always were when you yawned. Cedric dipped his head down to ask if you were tired, lacing his fingers through yours as he did. You nodded and they watched him kiss your forehead before you two began to exit the Great Hall. Ron huffed out a laugh.

“Bloody hell, (Y/N)’s dating Cedric Diggory.”

You were grateful that Hufflepuff’s dorm was on the same level because you weren’t sure if you could survive taking a bunch of stairs. The heels were off as Cedric knocked on the barrel. The two of you stayed outside of your door for a moment.

“Aren’t you glad you came?” Cedric asked.

“I got my first kiss, a boyfriend, and called a Banshee Princess by one of my favorite bands. I’m so glad I came!”

“Speaking of banshee… can you say the clue again?”

“You still haven’t figured it out?”

“No, now I see why we have till February.”

“Should I go ahead and tell Harry what it says then?”

“If I don’t figure it out by next week, I was trying to have a more complete clue as thanks for the dragon tip.”

“I think Harry’ll be pleased with any clue… it was ‘come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground. And while you’re searching ponder this, we’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss. An hour long you’ll have to look and to recover what we took. But past an hour, the prospect’s black, too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.’”

“And you’re positive it’s not banshee? Maybe something you just haven’t learned yet.”

“I have a lot about being a banshee to learn but I know what we sound like. It’s similar but different.”

“How different?”

“It’s three levels of screams on top of each other. The lower scream is just noise. The upper scream, it’s too high for me. It almost sounds like it’s in pain. But the one I can hear, the banshee sounding one sits right in the middle. It sounds normal, almost.”

“It has to sound normal if you can understand past the screechi— normal.”

“What?”

Cedric kissed your cheeks and then a brief peck on the lips. “You’re brilliant.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You sounded normal when you tried to break glass, when you were screaming into water. It’s merpeople. We have an hour to recover something we care about from merpeople.”

“So you need to figure out how to breathe underwater for an hour.”

Cedric nodded in agreement at your statement. He finally let you go with a good night, watching you go into your room before heading to his own. You flopped on your bed after washing up and scooped up Padfoot. The cat didn’t even protest as you cuddled him and began to talk all about your evening. You fell asleep with exhausted happiness, the events of the Yule Ball replaying in your head.

(Part 18)...

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