#Fluffcember

[theartbluebox]

Fluffcember 25: Dancing

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #7 (Sephiroth x reader)

Fluff headcannons

-Is essentially a sleepy old cat; loves to laze around on your lap whenever he has time. He doesn't get many days off, but when he does, hoo boy. Clear out your schedule and cancel all plans for the day--thou shalt be his living pillow.

-He drapes himself across your lap, often burying his face in your stomach or curls up in your lap like a cat and uses your chest as a headrest.

-Will actually purr if you scratch his head, especially if you get that spot right above his neck. He loves it. He also loves getting forehead kisses as he drifts off to sleep because they make him feel so relaxed.

-Besides cat-like behavior, Sephiroth enjoys spending time with you as a human. He'll put on a movie or TV show and lounge around on the couch with you curled up under his arm.

-Can't cook, but wants to enjoy dinner with you, unlike most of the time when he has to rush through his meals and race off to work. Either he'll assist you in the kitchen (and contribute as much as a 3 year old who really wants to help) or order takeout. Nevertheless, you two end up spending a quiet evening in.

-Another thing he likes to do is squash you with his giant frame and hold you tight; like a kid squeezing their stuffed animal. He loves to hold onto you, breathing in your scent, basking in your warmth, and generally enjoying your presence.

-Despite his tough exterior, Sephiroth is really a playful guy at heart--though he'll only ever reveal this side of him when he's around you, the person he trusts more than anyone else. (Except his mom)

-He'll play games with you, and not just video games. This grown-ass super soldier will 100% play dress up and/or tea party, as well as chase you around the house only to tackle you onto the couch and pin you there while smothering you in kisses.

-Occasionally you'll wake up and find yourself trapped under a strange, thin material that's too dark to be your sheets. Further investigation shows that Sephiroth has slid his nightshirt over your head at some point and has kept you like that for some time.

-On really rare occasions when he's feeling extra cheerful, he'll wake you up by gently slapping you with his wing before picking up a few fallen feathers and using them to tickle your feet. Adorable. ❤️

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Milk and Cookies » Steve Rogers/Captain America

December 5th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Steve Rogers x Wife/Mom!Reader with son James

Summary: Steve’s and Y/N’s 4 year old son can’t sleep so Steve lets him snack on milk and cookies.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, cuddling, nicknames for son (buddy, sweetie), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Daddy!” Steve hears a little voice.

“Daddy!” He hears again with a small hand tapping his arm.

Steve’s eyes open to see his and your 4 year old son James standing on his side of the bed. He checked the time on his phone which displayed 1:32am.

“What’s wrong, buddy? Why aren’t you in bed?” Steve asks, rubbing his eyes.

“Can’t sleep.” James says with a pout.

“You can’t sleep?” He says.

“No.” James nodded his head.

“I have an idea.” Steve says, getting out of bed.

Steve picked up James and quietly went downstairs so him and James didn’t wake you up. Steve sat James on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets causing James to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“What you doing, daddy?” James asks.

“Looking for the cookies.” He says.

“Cookies?” James asks, tilting his head slightly.

“Yes. Cookies.” Steve says.

When Steve found the cookies, he put them on the counter next to James and grabbed two cups and the milk from the fridge.

“Your grandma did this when I was your age when I couldn’t sleep.” Steve says as he poured milk in the cups.

“Your mommy did let you eat milk and cookies past your bedtime?” James asks.

“Sometimes.” He says with a smile.

Steve grabbed a couple of cookies, giving one to James. James took it from his daddy and dipped it in the milk and took a bite of it.

“Daddy, who was I named after?” James asks curiously.

“You were named after uncle Bucky. Daddy’s best friend.” Steve tells him.

“I thought his name was Bucky?” He asks confused.

“It is. His middle name is Buchanan, but he goes by Bucky.” Steve explains.

“Oh ok.” James eats the rest of his cookie. “Can I watch cartoons?” He asks.

“Normally I would say no, but yes you can. Don’t tell mommy.” He says.

“No tell mommy.” James says.

Steve cleaned up the little mess of cookie crumbs on the counter and put the cookies away. He picked James up off the counter and walked to the living room and sat down on the couch with him in his arms.

“What do you want to watch?” Steve asks, turning on the TV.

“SpongeBob!” James says excitedly, clapping his hands.

“Why SpongeBob?” He asks.

“Uncle Peter lets me watch it at his house and he’s funny!” He tells his daddy.

Steve chuckled at his son’s cuteness and put SpongeBob on. It didn’t take long for James to fall asleep. Steve noticed and grabbed a blanket from the other side of the couch. He carefully laid down with James on his chest and covered the both of them up. He wrapped his arms around him protectively and kissed the top of his head. Steve fell asleep soon after.

When morning came, you rolled over to wrap your arm around your husband only to find out that he wasn’t in bed. You got out of bed and went to James’s bedroom, thinking Steve was in there, but he wasn’t. You began to panic. You quickly went downstairs, but heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room. You went to the living room to see James playing with some of his toys on the floor and Steve sleeping on the couch which made you feel relieved. James looked up and smiled.

“Good morning, mommy!” James smiles.

“Good morning, sweetie!” You bent down to kiss his forehead.

“Daddy sleeping.” He says in almost a whisper.

“I see that.” You say.

You sat down on the couch and leaned down to give Steve a kiss on his cheek making him smile. He opened his eyes to see you sitting next to him. Steve sat up and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Do you want to explain why you were in bed when I woke up?” You asked your husband.

“James couldn’t sleep last night.” Steve says.

“Daddy let me eat milk and cookies and let me watch cartoons, but you’re not supposed to know!” James chimes in.

“Oh really?” You say, looking at your husband.

“I thought it would help him sleep.” He says.

“I did go back to sleeps!” James says.

“Well that’s good. What do you want for breakfast?” You asked.

“Pancakes!” James says with excitement.

“Alright. You two stay here and I’ll make breakfast.” You say, standing up and went to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” James and Steve say at the same time.

“You’re welcome!” You say back.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Other Half

Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List

Part Two | Masterlist

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompts: Sales/ Sparkling/ Opposites Attract

“Customer.” 

You glance over toward a man looking in a display case as your manager nods them toward you. You puff softly before slapping a customer-service-ready smile onto your face. You’ve been avoiding really working for the last hour; you’ve been able to hide, shuffling things around in the stockroom before your manager had insisted that you return to the floor. You’re working on commission, though—you need the sales, especially with Christmas just around the corner. You still have a couple of last-minute gifts to get. 

You walk over to the man peering into a sparkling display case, stopping just beside him. 

“Is there something I can help you find today?” You ask. 

“Yes,” The man raises his hand, tapping on the top of the case. “I’d like to see that tie clip, the uh…The silver one with the scroll work.”

There's something familiar about his voice, but you don't read too much into it. You round the counter, drawing a small key ring from your pocket. 

“The sterling silver? An excellent choice. It’s one of a kind,” You commend as you lift the small display out of the case and onto the counter. “And we have a special sale on these this week.” 

The man chuckles, offering, “I’m not particularly worried about it being on sale.” 

Cocky much? 

You glance at the man, then freeze, eyes widening. There’s no way that the goddamn Prince of Gotham is on your counter right now. Luckily for you, he’s focused on the tie clips. Maybe he knows you’re staring and is just ignoring it. Maybe he’s just so used to the sensation that he simply doesn’t register it anymore. 

You clear your throat, forcing yourself to refocus as he reaches out, hand hovering over the tie clip. 

“May I?” He asks. 

“Of course,” You nod. You don’t expect him to run with it—the guy’s got more money than god. He slides his coat off of where it’s slung over his arm, setting it down on the counter and taking up the tie clip. You rest your hands steadily on the counter, watching his face as he eyes the clip. His eyes narrow a touch as he sweeps his thumb over the scroll work.

“May I ask who you’re purchasing this for?” You ask. 

“My butler.” 

Your brows raise a touch. You’d imagine that Bruce Wayne would be the type to give someone a store credit, and to tell them to buy something they like. 

“What’s his style?” You ask, though it feels like the wrong question—and by the way Wayne’s eyes flicker to you, you realize that it sort of is. 

“I suppose he’d describe it as understated. I call it boring.” He looks back down at the tie clip. “I was hoping to get him something to mix it up a little bit.” 

You smile a little. 

“Well, if you like that tie clip, we have matching cuff links to pair with them.” 

“I’d like to see those.” 

“Of course.” You crouch down again, drawing up the display with cuff links and setting it on the counter beside the tie clips. He sets the tie clip down, leaning over and narrowing his eyes slightly to look at the cuff links. After a moment, to your great surprise, he plants his elbow on the counter and rests his chin on his hand. You can’t help but smile. He looks like an indecisive little boy.

“What does your butler like?” You ask. 

“...Mopping,” He answers after a moment, “And berating me.” 

You laugh a little, unable to help it. “Something tells me he only really likes one of those.” 

Wayne’s gaze flickers to yours, and you’re surprised to see him smiling, himself. It makes your smile widen before you arch a brow. “So?” 

“Come to think of it, he likes gardening,” Wayne adds, straightening up. 

“Perhaps a new set of gardening gloves?” You offer.  “Or a trug?” 

“What’s a trug?” 

“It’s like a long sort of shallow basket for carrying back flowers and produce and tools.” 

“...They sell those here?” 

“Yes,” You nod, “The gardening section is on the fifth floor.” 

“Okay,” He nods, rapping his knuckles on the counter. “Wrap up the tie clip and the cuff links, and then let’s go.” 

You blink at him in surprise before you glance back toward where your manager is watching you closely. 

“Ah—I’m not sure I can go with you to another floor,” You laugh nervously as you take up gift boxes for the tie clip and cuff links. “But I’ll be happy to call down and ask for a a sales associate that could help you.” 

Wayne frowns a touch, gaze sweeping you before he looks around. “Where’s your manager?” 

Oh—No. Are you going to get in trouble for following the fricking rules? Is he going to change his mind about the tie clip and the cuff links? The two items alone would net you a commission of almost $500. But you force a placid expression onto your face before raising your hand, signaling for your manager to come over. A dark expression crosses her face, and it turns your stomach. 

“Yes, sir,” She chirps, coming to the counter and stopping beside Wayne, “How can I—” She goes silent as she realizes who he is. Her jaw drops a touch at the sight of him before she stutters, “How can I—I—Yes, sir?” 

Wayne’s smile shifts to something that you haven’t seen at the counter—a press-ready, plasticized grin. 

“Your associate has been incredibly helpful.” 

“I trained her myself,” Your manager grins. You can’t help but roll your eyes. She certainly did not—you’ve been here for a year longer than she has. 

“Well, you’ve done a marvelous job,” Wayne insists. “In fact, I’ve found her assistance so invaluable that I was hoping you could spare her for a little while.” 

“Spare…?” The manager repeats, eyes darting between you, Wayne, and the gift boxes on the counter. 

“Mr. Wayne is interested in a few items in the gardening department,” You clarify. 

“Her sense of style and function are just…” Wayne trails off, lips curling teasingly as he shoots you a sneaky, cheeky wink, “Just what I need.” 

You don’t even care if he’s exaggerating for the sake of your manager; the flattery still makes your face go hot, and that wink—you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. 

“I suppose we could manage without her for a little while—But not too long. She’s such a valuable asset to the department,” Your manager coos. Well. That’s news to you—especially considering how much you slacked off that morning. 

“If you could have these rung up,” Wayne reaches out, tapping at the top of the gift boxes, “And hold them for me here.” 

“Of course. They were the…” Your manager glances toward you expectantly. 

“The sterling silver scroll work tie clip, and the matching cuff links,” You relay. 

“What beautiful choices! You have such a sense of taste, Mr. Wayne,” You manager turns a bright eye toward him again. You have to bite your tongue to keep from scoffing aloud. You’ve never seen her fawn over anyone like this. Mr. Wayne just smiles and gives a nod, taking up his coat from the counter as you tuck the two displays back into the counter, locking them up. 

“Shall we?” Wayne asks, nodding toward the elevator. 

“Of course,” You nod.

“Take your time!” Your manager adds brightly. 

“Thank you,” Wayne rests his hand on her shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze before turning away. The two of you walk over to the elevator, and you clasp your hands in front of yourself as you wait. Wayne gestures for you to step on first, then follows, watching you jab the button for the fifth floor. It’s quiet between you for a moment before Wayne says,

“Is she always that bad?” 

You can’t help but burst into giggles, raising your hand and covering your mouth. 

“I think you brought something new out in her,” You tease. You lead the way off of the elevator as you reach the fifth floor. “Do you have any other people that you need to shop for?” 

“What other people?” Wayne repeats. Your stomach swoops with panic. You know what happened to his parents—everyone does. 

“A girlfriend, perhaps?” You clarify. 

“Ah,” He nods in understanding before shaking his head. “No.” The two of you go quiet for a moment before he asks, “Have you gotten all of your shopping done?” 

“Not all of it,” You sigh. 

“What do you still need?” 

“Something for my roommate—and uh, probably something for her parents. We’re going to hers for Christmas.” 

“What about your family?” 

“They live in Metropolis.” 

“Are you from there?” 

“No, no, I’m from Gotham. They moved there last year.” 

“Why?” 

“It’s just more affordable.” It feels like something stupid to say to a billionaire, but it’s the truth—and considering his comment on your manager’s countenance, you think he’s pretty good at seeing through falsity. But he just nods a little bit, looking forward. 

“Here,” You gesture toward the display of gardening gloves, tucking your hands behind yourself. Wayne hums, taking a step closer and peering at the selection with the same interest that he looked at the tie clips and cuff links. 

“Are there any that stick out to you?” You ask, looking around. 

“He has a scarf similar to…Those,” He points to a check-patterned pair by you. You let out an interested hum, nodding and taking them up. 

“They’re cute,” You turn them over, eyeing the fingertips, “And they’ve got little pads so that you can text while you’re wearing them.” 

“I’m not sure Alfred would worry about that,” Wayne smiles, “Though I’ll be sure to mention it to him.” 

You smile a little before nodding to the display. “All set here?” 

“Mm, let’s make it two pair…You choose one.” 

You consider, looking down at the gloves in your hand. If he’s getting one patterned pair…Maybe a plain pair? You look around, drawing your lip between your teeth as you consider. Then you reach out, snagging a pair of forest green gloves. Wayne reaches out, taking them from you. 

“He’ll like these,” He says softly. You smile, relieved. 

“Now,” Wayne adds, looking around. He seems to be squinting and pouting for emphasis. “On to the…shrug?” 

“Trug,” You correct, “But I think you know that, Mr. Wayne.” 

He catches your eye, his brows twitching in surprise. Then he smiles warmly, giving a small nod of concession, muttering, “Touché.” 

“They’re this way,” You nod around the corner. 

It doesn’t take the two of you long to choose what he considers a suitable trug—a light grained wood base with mahogany handles and silver fastenings. You expect to leave it there—to lead Wayne to the counter, to thank him for his business, and to go back to work. Instead, Wayne tells the clerk that he’ll be back for the gloves and trug, and then turns to you. 

“Walk me to the elevator?” He asks. 

“Of course.” 

You ignore your coworker’s stunned expression and turn, leading the way down the aisle. Maybe he wants to go back upstairs and get the cuff links and tie clip. But—

“What are you doing for lunch?” He asks. 

-- 

It feels like an illicit rush to get out of there—redirecting Wayne to the staff exit so that you wouldn’t be clocked by the security guard for leaving. He’d put his coat around your shoulders as the two of you had stepped into the Gotham chill. You hadn’t gone far—you’d insisted that you couldn’t. You’d wound up at a diner just a few blocks away from the store. 

You glance at Wayne now, and smile as you watch him look around the diner. 

“Why’d you ask me?” You ask after a moment. “Wanted to see how the other half eats?” 

He chuckles, leaning back in his seat a touch and meeting your eye again. “I’ll have you know that I ate at plenty of places like this when I went to Princeton. Besides, you said you wanted to come here.” 

“If I had asked to go somewhere else—” 

“We would’ve gone there instead.” 

“Even if it was some five-star something something?” 

“Especially if it was some five-star something something. I’m guessing the wine list here is a little lackluster.” 

You snort, looking down at your menu. 

“...Why did you ask?” You press nervously. He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you glance up at him from beneath your lashes. He’s watching you closely, eyes wandering your face. 

“Because you spoke to me like a person. Not like how your manager spoke to me, not like I’m ‘Bruce Wayne’.” 

The admission is surprising. You hesitate before you argue, “But you are Bruce Wayne.” 

He smiles softly. 

“I know that and you know that,” He leans in, folding his arms on the table. “But I like it better when neither of us act like it.” 

Part Two

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[ryujenini]

Fluffcember Day 9

Yuna x Y/N - Always Choose You

You were sat in the dance practice hall watching your girlfriend from across the room, smiling at Ryujin and teasing the older girl, recently you couldn't help but think that something was going on between them, part of you knew that Yuna would never cheat on you but sometimes your brain went there whenever you'd see the 2 interact

You were having one of those days where it was all you could think about and when you seen Ryujin cup Yuna's face that was it, you had to get out of the room, tears instantly filling your eyes as you ran out and headed towards the bathroom, your abrupt exit had made Yuna worry so she quickly ran after you

As Yuna entered the bathroom she could hear your sobs and it broke her heart hearing you like that , she opened each stall until she found you crouched up on the toilet seat hugging your legs, she quickly walked the few steps to you before wrapping her arms around you and stroking your head trying to stop you crying

"Baby what's wrong, what happened" Yuna asked looking into your teary eyes

You took a few deep breaths before grabbing her hand and saying " I need you to be honest with me , are you tired of me now, is something going on between you and Ryujin"

Yuna's eyes went wide at your words not believing what she was hearing, trying not to laugh at the insinuation that she was having an affair with her best friend

"Baby of course there's nothing going on between me and Ryujin and there never will be because I love you , believe me I will never be tired of you" Yuna said tightening her arms around you as a subtle sign that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon

" I believe you I do it's just Sometimes it's hard seeing how close you guys are and I don't understand why you'd choose to be with me in the first place when you could have her or literally anyone else you wanted" you said nearly tearing up again

" I'd always choose you and I wish there was a way for me to get that through to you baby , I love you and nobody else could ever get in the way of that" Yuna stated before placing a kiss to your cheek making you smile slightly

"I think I think what that smile means" Yuna said while staring lovingly at you "somebody wants kissies" she said in her baby voice making you laugh before she kissed you like 10 times all over your face before getting to your lips

When you pulled away you kept your forehead touching hers, stroking her cheek and saying "just for the record I love you too Yuna....so much"

[alpaca-clouds]

My Fluffcember 2023 List

I am going to do another Fluffcember this year as well and if anyone is interested, you are obviously very welcome to join me. I will put down the list of the prompts under the cut.

As always: Free choice of fandom and the like!

Day 01: Stardust

Day 02: Mittens

Day 03: Candlelight

Day 04: Fallen through the Ice

Day 05: Family Supper

Day 06: Hibernation

Day 07: Tea and Coffee

Day 08: Sledding

Day 09: Ice Skating

Day 10: Hot Chocolate

Day 11: Sudden Snow Fall

Day 12: Marzipan

Day 13: Shooting Star

Day 14: Pine Trees

Day 15: Starry Sky

Day 16: Christmas Alone

Day 17: Children’s Laughter

Day 18: Rainy Winter

Day 19: Christmas Cake

Day 20: Polar Lights

Day 21: The Longest Night

Day 22: Hot Bath

Day 23: Frozen Solid

Day 24: Secrets and Gifts

Day 25: Cinnamon

Day 26: Fairy Lights

Day 27: In Front of the Fireplace

Day 28: Jingle Bells

Day 29: Blood in the Snow

Day 30: Nut Cracker

Day 31: Endings and New Beginnings

Bonus Prompts:

Candy Canes

Snowball Fight

Snuggled Up

Marshmallows

Cookies

[fanfics4all]

An Unexpected Touch

Request: Yes / No Someone asked for a Father comfort, so I made this! 

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!Reader 

Word count: 1362

Warnings: Mentions of Mother’s death

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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It was the first Christmas without my Mother. The first Christmas since she was murdered. I have been strong about this for my Dad and little brother, but I miss her so much. My Dad was worried since he hasn’t actually seen me cry about her death yet, but I have. I just did it alone so neither of them would see. My Dad has enough problems with work and Jack, I didn’t want to add to his stress. I just kept everything to myself and put on a smile for my family and friends. I would be fine. Or so I thought…

Christmas eve was really rough for me. I was putting Jack to sleep when he asked about our Mother. I was just telling him about how he needed to go to sleep so Santa could come and bring him presents for being such a good boy. 

“Y/N?” He asked in a tired voice. 

“Yeah Jackie?” I asked, sitting on the edge of his bed and smiling at him. 

“Do you think Santa can bring back Mommy?” He asked and my heart clenched. 

“Oh, Jack…” I sighed and shook my head. 

“Mommy’s an angel remember? Daddy already told you this, didn’t he?” I asked and he nodded. 

“He said she was like the angel on the tree.” He answered and I gave him a sad smile. 

“Mommy is looking down at you right now, she keeps you safe.” I said and he smiled. 

“I miss her.” He said, snuggling into his bed. 

“I know buddy, I miss her too. Here, how about you sleep with this tonight? Will that help?” I asked, handing him the picture of him and Mom that was on his nightstand. He nodded with a big smile and closed his eyes. 

“Good, now go to sleep and Santa will be here in no time.” I said and kissed him goodnight. 

“Goodnight Y/N/N, I love you.” He said as I got up. 

“Goodnight Jackie, I love you too.” I said and left the room, leaving his door slightly open just how he likes. Our Dad still wasn’t home, but he said he would be soon. I sighed and walked into my room. I turned on my lamp and grabbed the picture of my Mom. I stared down and it and couldn’t stop thinking about what Jack had said. If only Santa was real and could actually bring Mom back… I started crying and didn’t even realize until my tears landed on the picture. I just wiped them away whenever they landed. God I miss her so much… 

*Aaron’s POV*

I stayed at work much later than I wanted to. I was supposed to be home to tuck Jack in and make sure him and Y/N ate, but murderers never seem to take a rest… I sighed as I opened the door to our apartment quietly. I placed my things down and quickly took off my shoes and loosened my tie. I walked down the hall and peeked into Jack’s room. He was sound asleep, but he was clutching the picture of him and Haley. I smiled slightly and walked over to give him a quick kiss. I left the room and went to go check on Y/N. Just as I was about to reach her room, I heard quiet sobs. I furrowed my brow and walked up to her door, which was slightly ajar. She was sitting on her bed looking at one of the many pictures of Haley she had. Her tears were hitting the glass, but she just wiped them away and cried just a bit harder. My heart ached seeing my daughter like this, it’s the first time I’ve seen her cry since it happened… I opened her door, but she didn’t hear me walking in. I sat next to her and gently wrapped my arm around her. She jumped and looked up at me scared. She relaxed once she saw it was me and quickly started wiping her tears away. She sniffled a bit and then smiled up at me. 

“Dad, you’re finally home.” She said and I frowned at her. 

“Are you alright, Princess?” I asked and she just smiled wider. 

“Never better. I put Jack asleep just a little while ago, he refused to go to sleep until you came home but I finally managed to get him to sleep.” She said. 

“Y/N, you don’t need to hide your feelings from me.” I said and gently took the picture she was holding out of her hands. I smiled down at it, it was her and Haley smiling and hugging. I remember this day, we were celebrating Y/N doing amazing in her school play. I made an effort to be there that day and Haley was so happy. Y/N may have only had a small part, but we were extremely proud of her and insisted we celebrate. 

“It’s okay to miss her, Y/N.” I said after a moment of silence. I looked over and saw silent tears falling down her face. 

“I miss her too.” I said, placing the picture down and pulling my daughter into my arms. 

“I-I just…” She started, but a sob escaped her throat. 

“Shhh, just let it out, Princess.” I whispered and held her tighter. She clung to me as she cried and I honestly felt relieved that she was crying. She was finally letting it out, finally grieving. After just a few minutes she calmed down and looked up at me. She wiped her eyes and gave me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. 

“Sorry, Dad, I just-” 

“You don’t ever have to be sorry for crying, Y/N.” I said and she looked down at her hands. She started playing with the ring that I had given her, it was Haley’s and she always loved it. I gently made her looked at me again and she had a few tears escaping her eyes. 

“You haven’t cried about your Mother since it happened. I’m happy you’re finally grieving and I’ll be here for you whenever you need.” I said with a smile, but she shook her head and angry tears started to fall. 

“N-No! I need to be here for you and Jack.” She cried and my eyes widened. 

“Y/N, sweetie, you do not need to be here for me. I won’t sit here and tell you that Jack won’t need you because he will, but you do not need to be here for me in the same way. That’s my job as your Father to take care of you.” I said and she cried harder. 

“Is this why you haven’t been dealing with it?” I asked and she nodded. 

“I-I just wait t-till I’m alone…” She said and my eyes widened. 

“You’ve been dealing with this all alone?” I asked, my heart breaking because my own daughter thought she couldn’t come to me about losing her Mother… She nodded and I held her tightly. 

“You don’t ever have to deal with anything alone, Y/N. I’m your Father, it’s my job to take care of you, not the other way around.” I said and she clung onto me and cried harder. 

“I-I miss h-her!” She cried and I gently stroked her hair. 

“I know sweetie, I miss her too…” I whispered. The two of us stayed like that until her sobs started to quiet down and her breathing evened out. I gently pulled her back and smiled at her peaceful sleeping face. I gently placed her down and went to get up to turn her light off, but she grabbed my sleeve. 

“Dad?” She asked quietly. 

“Yes?” I answered. 

“Will you stay with me?” She asked and I smiled. 

“Let me go get changed and I’ll be right back.” I said and she smiled. 

“Thank you.” She whispered and I kissed her head. 

“I love you, Y/N.” I said and she smiled more. 

“I love you too, Daddy.” She whispered back and I walked out of the room to get changed. My Daughter needed me and I would be there for her, always.

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[starstruckunknown-princess]

The Morning After

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader

Warnings: Kissing, implied nudity, mentions of smut

Word Count: 858

Summary: You and Obi Wan crash landed and got yourselves snowed into the ship. Luckily, you found a way to pass the time most pleasurably, but what will happen the morning after?

A/N: Fluffcember Day 22! It took a lot of self-control to not turn this into pure smut. I may or may not continue this one (or write the previous night) cuz I LOVE Obi Wan. He needs a hug and a really great lay. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one! Thank you!

Fluffcember Masterlist

You don’t remember how it happened, but a girl can only play so many games of sabbac before it gets boring, you know?

You suppose you should’ve meditated, or read the holobook you’d brought, but then Obi Wan gave you such a look and he smelled so good and the ship was getting colder so…

You woke up feeling sore in places that hadn’t been sore in years. At some point, the ship’s life support systems kicked back on and the bunk room was pleasantly warm once more. After the crash, you and Obi Wan had to make some emergency repairs and funnel all the life support to the bunks while you waited for rescue. Buried as you were under a foot of snow, you were surprised it kicked on at all. 

You moved to stretch, but met with resistance against your back. Obi Wan groaned, his chest vibrating against your back. You let your hand fall behind you to his bearded jawline and stroked it as he placed sleepy kisses along your shoulder. 

“Morning,” he said.

“Suppose so…We should talk about what happened,” you said, voice thick with the remnants of sleep.

“Of course,” he muttered, lips tracing over the back of your neck and causing shivers to run down your spine. “But can it wait until after a cup of caf?”

You turned in his embrace, “You got the caf machine running?”

His early-morning smile was enchanting. “I told you; all necessary life support is operational.” 

You chuckled and dove into his chest — Maker, he was warm. You never wanted to leave the too-small bunk as long as he was there with you. Alas, nature called. 

As you finished up in the fresher Obi Wan returned from the galley with two mugs of piping hot caf. You each sat on one of the lower bunks, facing each other and sipping your caf.

“So,” he started after clearing his throat. “Should we dive right in?”

“Sure, let’s dive.”

“Last night…you and I, we…”

“We sure did.” 

“Do you have any…regrets?”

“Not regrets, per se, but perhaps a…hesitation?” You offered, sensing he had the same feeling. The Force around the two of you rippled the way that it had last night. 

Obi Wan’s head fell forward, a lock of his reddish hair falling in his face. You resisted the urge to brush it back as he looked up at you from under his eyelashes. All you wanted to do was throw yourself across the narrow aisle between bunks and latch your mouth onto his again, but you knew the two of you needed to figure out exactly what you were doing. As Jedi, attachments were forbidden but the two of you had been friends for longer than you could remember. You’d loved him for almost as long, but had resigned yourself to quietly pine for him until last night. Your walls had come down, and building them back up again felt nigh on impossible. 

“The Code,” he groaned, setting his mug aside. He ran a hand through his hair, the muscles of his arm shifting under his golden skin. Everything about him was golden — his hair, his skin, his presence in the Force. It made you want to bury yourself in the bunk with him even more.

“The Code,” you agreed. Attachments were forbidden. They led to the Dark Side, that’s what you’d been told your entire life. But how — how? — could something as loving and tender that felt so right lead to anything dark?

A sense of agreement flickered through the Force. From where Obi Wan reclined against the bunk you could see that it came from him. 

Come here, he beckoned with a lift of his brow. Your caf joined his and you crawled over to his bunk. Without hesitation, you snuggled into his side and he placed a kiss on your temple. You both seemed resigned to the situation and let your conversation lapse into silence, simply happy to remain in the moment. 

“Would this have happened if we hadn’t crashed and gotten snowed in?” You wondered aloud, already knowing the answer.

Obi Wan pulled back and looked down at you, “Someday, maybe, but this definitely helped.” 

“And your atrocious sabbac skills,” you joked. In retaliation he poked your sides, making you giggle and writhe against him. All the writhing ended with you on top, pinning him against the thin mattress by his wrists. With a wicked smirk, you leaned down to kiss him but he pulled back. You paused. 

“I…I think you should know,” he said quietly, breath ghosting across your lips, “that I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

You gulped, “Me too, Obi Wan.” You let your mouth wander along his thick neck, tracing his pulse with your tongue. He elicited the most delicious moan and you nipped his warm skin.

“So let’s make the most of it before help arrives, yeah?” He offered, devious grin on his tempting lips. You hadn’t so much as nodded before he’d flipped you over onto your back. All you could do was squeal and surrender to him, to make the most of your limited time together. 

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Fluffcember | Masterlists

This is the post for all the works and masterlists for the Fluffcember I host. When you post something, please tag me in your posts so I can add them here.

I hope you all enjoy reading those works and I’m grateful for everyone who is a part of that. Thank you so much for joining me and also thanks for reading.💕

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Fluff: ❤️ | Smut: 🔥 | Angst: 🍂

Masterlist:

Masterlist | my own

Masterlist | @nicoline1998enilocin

Masterlist | @lives-in-midgard

Masterlist | @sergeantbarnessdoll

Masterlist | @obsessedwithseb

Oneshots:

1st December | Bakery au

Don’t go baking my heart | Tony Stark | ❤️🔥🍂 | @nicoline1998enilocin

Beautiful Miracle | Wanda Maximoff | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

Christmas miracle | ❤️ | my own

Bakery au | ❤️ | @obsessedwithseb

2nd December | “You’re perfect in my eyes”

Perfectly imperfect | ❤️ | @nicoline1998enilocin

You’re perfect | ❤️🍂 | @lives-in-midgard

Fulfilling dreams | ❤️ | my own

(Mirror) Reflection | ❤️ | @obsessedwithseb

3rd December | Kissing Booth

Kiss me if you dare | ❤️🔥 | @nicoline1998enilocin

Kissing Booth | ❤️ | my own

Christmas magic | ❤️ | @obsessedwithseb

4th December | “You’re my new pillow”

The softest pillow | ❤️🔥 | @nicoline1998enilocin

Pillow “Stevie” | ❤️ | my own

5th December | small presents

Gifting heart | ❤️ | my own

Forever yours | ❤️ | @nicoline1998enilocin

6th December | “Don’t smile at me like this.”

Best gift ever | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

Love in captivity | ❤️🔥 | my own

Apology accepted | 🔥🍂 | @nicoline1998enilocin

7th December | cuddles, kisses, hot chocolate

Snowed in together | ❤️🔥 | @nicoline1998enilocin

Afternoon cuddles | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

Lazy winter days | ❤️ | my own

8th December | sleep back hugs

Christmas tree accident | ❤️ | my own

Little River | ❤️ | @nicoline1998enilocin

9th December | brothers best friend au

Brothers best friend cliché | ❤️🔥 | my own

10th December | “Shut up and kiss me again”

All these years | ❤️ | @nicoline1998enilocin

Sweater party | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

“She’s mine” | ❤️ | my own

11th December | Christmas market

I’m a-mitten for you | ❤️ | @nicoline1998enilocin

Christmas market date | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

Christmas goats | ❤️ | my own

12th December | “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you laugh”

All the reasons why I love you | ❤️ | @nicoline1998enilocin

“Never heard you laugh before” | ❤️ | my own

13th December | Body swap

In the body of the playboy | ❤️🔥 | my own

14th December | Roommate au

Popping your cherry | ❤️🔥🍂 | @nicoline1998enilocin

There for you | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

Storybrooke | ❤️ | my own

15th December | “Please, stay with me”

Once-in-a-lifetime-person | ❤️ | my own

16th December | “Is it okay if I fall asleep here?”

“You’re safe now” | ❤️🍂 | my own

17th December | College au

Matching chemistry | ❤️ | my own

18th December | “You’re so cute, you know that?”

Love is all you knead | ❤️🔥 | @nicoline1998enilocin

A new friend | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

Dough fight | ❤️ | my own

19th December | Family time au

Christmas with the Maximoff family | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

Roses | ❤️ | my own

20th December | “I can’t imagine life without you”

Christmas proposal | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

Softie Tommy | ❤️🔥 | my own

21st December | “Wait you love me?” “I always have”

Perfect Christmas | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

“You love me?” | ❤️ | my own

22nd December | Dads best friend au

Secret love | ❤️🔥 | my own

23rd December | “Let’s go home” “I’m already home”

My home | ❤️ | my own

24th December | “Okay, but I want to do that again. With you; only you”

Confession on ice | ❤️ | @lives-in-midgard

Candy Canes | ❤️ | my own

Specials for the 25th December

[gaypeople4itzy]

Surprises <3

With Aespa's Karina

wordcount : about 0,8k

Warnings : none :))

Leaving the house empty handed, you reached your car with in mind a plan: you were going to head to the closest craft store. That was of course, with a reason, with the Holidays approaching, you wanted to surprise your lovely girlfriend, who had been nothing but good towards you all throughout the year. Jimin was such a lovely person, you were so grateful to have her in your life, and god, you could never get enough of telling her how much you loved her, because she deserved all of the kindness you could ever offer her

Driving in the shop’s direction, you were confident about your gift idea for your love. You did need to be subtle though, it was a surprise after all! And you would hate to see your own preparations being ruined by you being too careless and letting her see what you were up to

Reaching your destination, you went inside quickly, wanting to find what you needed as fast as possible. Picking up things left and right, you smiled at the thought of Jimin opening her gift. You were preparing her a giant card, made out of cardboard and containing loads of small ornaments, stuffies, candies and more ! As well as the loveliest words you didn’t have the courage to say out loud

Paying for your purchases, you wished the cashier to have a great day and headed back outside. Arriving to you and Jimin’s shared home a while later, you got yourself a snack and began working on what you were intending to do. You didn’t know at what time Jimin would get home, but since she had told you earlier this morning that she would be busy for most of the day, you didn’t think much of it. You expected her to have extra hours to do at work, since that was something that happened more often than you wished for

Both you and your girlfriend were such hardworkers, and of course, she was a daily source of inspiration. She impressed you with her every action, and it was the same for you, the love you shared with each other was unique, it was such a deep and strong connection, you could confidently admit that you had never loved someone the way you loved Jimin

Getting out markers, you began writing in your card. You wanted to start with something strong, an event that marked you both. And for that, you chose the first time you had ever laid eyes on each other

It was a few years back, on a sunny day. You had agreed to meet up with a few of your friends, who wanted to introduce you to one of your friends. They had thought you guys would be a perfect match with each other, and perhaps they were right. You remember feeling a little nervous while waiting for your lovely friends to arrive, and you remember even more vividly how your heart dropped when you first saw her

She was absolutely gorgeous! And you could only assume she felt the same when you saw her pretty eyes widening at the sight of you. It was such a unique moment, it was like time had stopped when you first looked at each other, not being able to blink for at least a minute straight

As soon as you were done reminding her of that date in your card, you jumped to another memory you two had together. This went out for a long while, you began feeling tired, though you didn’t want to stop, too focused on making her happy

Hearing the front door open, you could only assume Jimin was back earlier than expected. You heard her voice, however it didn’t seem as if she was addressing you, but rather, someone else. Peeking through your bedroom’s door, you overheard her talking 

“Hmm, but you see, I know it’s going to cost a lot but I want to surprise Y/n, want to make them the happiest ever, they really deserve it you know? Even if it’d cost me the world, I’d want to offer it to them”

And right there, you felt yourself get all excited. Your girlfriend had been preparing something as well ? How the hell were you supposed to pretend you didn’t hear that !!

Hearing her footsteps come towards where you were, you rushed to hide your things, not wanting her to ruin her own surprise. If you knew she was preparing you a gift, you felt like you had to surpass her idea even more, wanted, just like her, to make her smile until her face would hurt

The Holidays would be special this year :)

[percy-x-luke]

Blanket Fort (1112 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rachel Elizabeth Dare/Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan/Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Luke Castellan/Rachel Elizabeth Dare/Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan/Percy Jackson Characters: Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Rachel Elizabeth Dare Additional Tags: Pillow & Blanket Forts, Fluff, POV Third Person, One Shot, Movie Night, Puppy Piles, Fluffcember 2020 Series: Part 28 of Fluffcember 2020 Summary: Rachel and Percy build a blanket fort; Luke crashes the party.

[theartbluebox]

Fluffcember day 16: Playing with hair feat. Patrochilles.

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #12 (Reno x Reader)

Fluff headcannons

-Defining Reno in two words: Chaos. Gremlin. He's cute, but crazy. If you are an introvert, dig yourself a hole and jump in it now. Reno is that extroverted friend we all have that drags us out to do unnecessary shit even in the middle of the night.

-This man legit shows up at your front doorstep at 3:00 A.M. with a bottle of wine and a Walmart bag full of those Great Value "Frosted creme sandwich cookies" that are obviously knock-off Oreos, declaring "Babe, we're gonna re-invent the cookie industry! Let's make Winey-O's!" "Reno, for God's sake, it's 3 in the morning!"

-Comes up with ridiculous projects to do with you, each one getting weirder and weirder as the days go by. It started with something simple and innocent such as making homemade slime out of butter or the fluffy bits inside diapers, and soon evolved into really weird shit such as using glow-in-the-dark paint to redecorate your toilet. Life with Reno is crazy.

-Regardless of whether you guys live together or not, Reno wakes you up at 5:00 A.M. every day, no matter how late you guys stayed up last night trying to put glitter on the sides of your TV. He'll either jump on you and bounce up and down like a kid on Christmas or call you and sing scream a really off-key rendition of "I Will Always Love you" once it goes to voicemail. The sound of it is terrifying--never ceases to jolt you out of bed.

-Loves to run up and tackle you to the ground before pinning you there and peppering your face with kisses akin to the way a dog licks it's owner's face.

-He misses you so, so, so, so much when he has to go away for Turk work, but when he finally comes home, he will literally run into your arms screaming "IT'S MY BAAAAAAAAAAAABIEEEEEEE" And then proceed to sob about how much he missed you until your clothes are wet with his tears.

-This dude can't cook. At all. If you leave him alone with food in the kitchen for 5 minutes, when you come back, the stove will be on fire, your frying pan will be lodged in the ceiling, several knives will be stuck to the fridge, salt, sugar, and spices will be everywhere, and Reno'll just be chilling in the corner, whistling while trying to chop a carrot with a mangled spoon.

-When he's not burning down your kitchen, he'll be lounging in the living room trying to find a Netflix series to watch. Eventually you wander in and the two of you sit down to a nice movie. His favorite genres are comedy and romance (partially because then he can "re-enact" the scenes), but he'll watch just about anything as long as you like it.

-Loves to get all snuggled up during your movie nights, especially by lying in your lap and having you play with his hair. He likes it so much because it acts like white noise and gives him something to focus on so he can fall asleep.

-Always falls asleep in your lap, and looks so cute, too. Gone is the mischievous smirk; the troublemaking gleam in his eyes, replaced by a precious, serene look of utter peace that is reflected by his smushed up cheeks.

Just like this. Adorable.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Early Christmas Present » Chris Evans

December 4th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Chris Evans x Wife/Mom!Reader with son Max

Summary: Chris surprises his 5 year old stepson with an early Christmas present to Disneyland.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames for son (bud, little man), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

“Sweetheart, you home?” Chris’s voice echoed through the house.

“Kitchen!” You shouted back.

Chris walked in the kitchen with a big smile on his face.

“Hey, babe. How was—” Chris kissed you with so much passion before you could finish your sentence. “That’s one hell of a kiss.” You smiled. “Not that I’m complaining, but what was the kiss for?” You asked curiously.

“Can’t a man kiss his gorgeous wife?” He says with a smile.

You know that smile. It’s the smile that he did something.

“What did you do this time, Chris?” You asked.

“Something good.” He says.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Something exciting that you and Max are going to love.” He smiles. “Where is he?” He asks.

“Upstairs playing in his playroom.” You say.

Chris goes upstairs with you following behind him. You two walk in the Max’s play room to see him playing with his Avengers action figures.

“Hey bud. Are you busy?” Chris asks.

“No. Am I in trouble?” Max asks, putting down his Captain America and Winter Soldier action figures.

“No you’re not in trouble.” He says.

“Oh ok. No I’m not busy.” He says.

You and Chris sat down on the floor in front of him.

“Chris has exciting news for us.” You tell him.

“What is it?” Max asks curiously.

“Who’s your favorite stepdad?” Chris asks.

“You’re my only stepdad.” He giggles.

“Point made, little man. Anyways, you know that Christmas is coming up, right?” Chris says.

Max nodded.

“Well, I got you, mommy, and I tickets to Disney Land! We’re leaving the day after Christmas!” He says.

Max’s eyes widened with excitement. He’s been wanting to go to Disney Land for as long as he can remember.

“No way! Really?!” Max asks.

“Yes!” Chris says.

Max hugs Chris, practically tackling him to the floor.

“You’re the best daddy ever!” He says.

Chris just smiles. Hearing Max call him daddy makes his day.

“I love you so much, daddy!” Max says.

“I love you too, bud.” Chris says with a smile.

“I love you, mommy.” He says, leaning over to hug you.

“I love you too, little man.” You smiled.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

-Bucky’s Doll

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Honey-Bunny

Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Prompts: Mistletoe/ Hands/ Fake Dating

“Cut it out,” You grumble.

“Cut what out?” 

“You’re being too smug. My family’s not gonna buy that I’m dating a smug asshole. Hell, they’re probably barely buying that I’m dating anyone.” 

“I’m not being smug,” Harvey insists, curling his arm around your middle. You try not to overthink the way your body warms with the press of his palm, and the sweep of his fingers against the fabric of your dress. “I’m just so happy to be here with my honey-bunny.” 

“Oh, my god." You reach out, snagging a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray. You draw in a deep gulp, tipping your head back and letting it slide down your throat, joining the two that you’ve already downed. 

“Careful, sweetie. Your family’ll think we’re not happy.” 

“One of us isn’t right now.” 

“Really? I’m ecstatic.” 

You cast an unamused sidelong glance at Harvey and find him smiling brightly at you. 

“C’mon, admit it,” He adds, leaning into you, his breath brushing your temple. “I’m a better stand-in at your family reunion than Mike is. I’m better dressed, I’m more interesting, I’m more attractive—” 

“I am so telling Mike that you have such a low opinion of him the next time you see him.” 

“Now that's not fair. It’s just, you know. Mike is like this,” Harvey raises his hand, waving around his shoulder, “And I’m like this,” He raises his hand, waving it around his brow. “Besides, I’m taller.” 

“You’re the same height. The only thing edging you out is your Johnny-Bravo-like hair.” 

Harvey’s jaw drops, a stunned laugh leaving his mouth. 

“Johnny-Bravo-like?” 

Your mom calls, “Get over here, you two!” Before your argument can continue. You wince at the sight of your family lining up for a picture. 

“Oh—Mom, I don’t know—” 

“This is not negotiable! Get over here!” She orders, “Both of you!” 

“It’ll be fun,” Harvey insists, his hand resting on your lower back as he leads you over to the familial tangle. 

“I don’t think I want you in our Christmas photos for time immemorial. I’m gonna have to explain who you were every few years.” 

“Maybe you ought to just invite me back every year.” 

“Doubtful.” 

“Maybe your mother will—” 

“Do not drag my mother into this—” 

The two of you shut up as your mom waves the two of you into line with the rest of the family. 

“You gonna quibble with me about standing one place or another? Making sure they get your good side?” You mumble.

“Please, sweetheart. Every side is my good side.” 

You roll your eyes openly, winding up for another argument—and then Harvey curls his arm around you again. Your stomach swoops at the feeling, your face going warm. It’s absurd—you can’t stand Harvey, but he’s making you feel all…Gooey. You push a smile on your face for a few pictures, and are determined to hurry away and drown your gooey feelings in champagne—but as the others begin to disperse, your mother warns:

“Ah-ah-ah, don’t get far, you two. You know the tradition, honey.” 

Your eyes go wide, stomach twisting with embarrassment. 

“Oh—Mom, no,” You plead. “We do it every year—Oh, Harvey, you’re gonna love this,” Your mom swears, gripping both of you by your hands and tugging you to a different spot in the room. “Whenever a new significant other is brought home for the holidays, they take a picture under the mistletoe.” 

“Really.” Harvey’s smug amusement is back, spreading his smile wide.

“It’s an old tradition—It’s—Mom, we really don’t have to do this,” You stumble over your words. 

“Oh, come on now! You’ve always been a little shy, never bringing anyone home before, so we can’t pass this opportunity up!” 

She looks up, positioning the two of you under the mistletoe that’s been hung in the event space by the staff (probably at your mother’s request). You glance up at Harvey as your uncle waves you closer together, holding up his camera. Harvey leans in, giving your cheek an obliging peck as you give the camera a weak smile. 

“Oh, please,” Your mom complains, “A real one!” 

Your smile goes tight as you look up at Harvey. 

“This wasn’t part of our agreement,” You whisper, “You don’t have to do this.” 

Harvey’s gaze skates your expression before he gives a small shrug. 

“It’s a couple of seconds to make your mom happy,” He murmurs, “I don’t mind. But I’ll push back if you need me to.” 

You can’t help it—you go a little gooey again at the offer. You’d expected Harvey to brush it off, or to be a dick about it—but his expression is sincere, and his eyes are searching yours for any hint of hesitation. So you give a small nod, and try not to think about the way your heart leaps into your throat as Harvey draws you closer. You sway into him just a touch, chest brushing against his. The two of you lean in, and your lips meet in a stunningly warm, soft kiss. You try to fight it, but your eyes slip closed. Harvey raises a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb sweeping tenderly over your cheekbone as your heads tip slightly, deepening your kiss. You vaguely register the coos and clapping from your family just a few feet away, and that finally snaps you out of it. 

You lean back, nose brushing Harvey’s slightly. You blink at him in slight surprise, tongue sweeping across your lips. As Harvey’s eyes open, he seems just as stunned as you are. His slick, smug look is gone. His eyes are searching yours again, then dip, and catch on your lips before steadying there. Your chest flutters as he seems set to go in again, but you hear your mother shooing, “Alright, you two can canoodle in the corner! We need to get your cousin and her girlfriend in here. Go on.”

You clear your throat, pressing your hand to Harvey’s chest and guiding him away from the mistletoe. The two of you come to a stop in a quiet corner. Harvey’s arm is still curled around your middle; your hand is still on his chest. You raise your hand a little, absently straightening his tie, just to do something with yourself that isn't fumbling an apology, or drawing him back in.

“Thanks for the, um…” You trail off, waving toward your family. “I’m sorry, I didn’t remember that—stupid tradition.”

“Doesn’t seem that stupid to me,” Harvey offers. 

“That stupid implies that you think it’s at least a little stupid.” 

“It was unexpected.” 

“I’ll give you that.” 

“Wasn’t bad, though.” 

“Sealed the deal. I mean—” You hurry to correct, eyes darting to Harvey’s face nervously. “In terms of being…Believable. I never pegged you as such a good sport.” 

“No one’s ever managed to peg—” 

“Oh my—I don't need to know that," You groan, turning and hiding your face in his shoulder. He chuckles, arm tightening around you. 

“Still think I’m a smug asshole?” He murmurs against your temple. 

“I know you are,” You grumble. “Just because you’re an alright kisser doesn’t mean you’re not.” 

“An alright kisser? Oh, that just won't do."

"What do you mean that won't—"

You go quiet as Harvey cradles your jaw, drawing you in for another kiss. You let yourself lean into him, your hand slipping from his tie, up into his hair. He hums softly against your lips, nudging you back against the wall. Your breath leaves you in a soft huff as feel yourself pressed into the hard surface. You can't imagine what your family is thinking, or if they've noticed that the two of you have, in fact, taken then chance to canoodle.

Harvey just smiles, smoothing his hand over your hip.

"Better than alright?" He murmurs. You pretend to consider before shrugging a little.

"Nearly."

Harvey's expression darkens, and he chuckles softly, shaking his head.

"You're asking for it," He warns. You smooth his hair down, a wicked thrill shooting down your spine.

"Why honey-bunny," You coo, sweeping a fingertip along his plush lower lip, "I don't know what you mean."

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[ryujenini]

Fluffcember Day 6

Yeji x Y/N - Waking Up Without You

You woke up slightly earlier than usual this so you decide to go and make Yeji breakfast,  placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before getting up and going to the kitchen

You were trying to be as quiet and careful as possible so you wouldn't wake up your girlfriend by dropping something, swiftly turning the radio on as you went over to the fridge to get the eggs, giggling to yourself as the sound of your Girlfriends voice came through the speakers along with her bandmates, smiling to yourself thinking about how lucky you were to have her

You had chopped up the vegetables for the omelettes and were whisking the eggs when you felt a pair of warm arms wrap around your torso and a chin lodging into the crook of you neck, you turned to the side seeing a tired pouting Yeji and couldn't fight the urge to kiss her cheek which made her pout more

"Baby you know how much I hate waking up without you" she said while snuggling into your back even more making you smile and let out a contented sigh

"I know jagi but .....I made you breakfast" you say turning around placing a kiss on her nose watching as it crinkled up in fake disgust

"Go sit at the table babe, it's nearly done" you say as Yeji reluctantly let's go of you and walks to the middle of the kitchen, instead sitting on the opposite side of the island and watching as you took the plates to the table before making your way over to her

"Stop pouting , you're too cute" you say booping her nose which made her struggle to hide her smile before poking you in the arm and saying "well can I have my good morning kiss now?" Pout intensifying when you pretended to think about the answer before leaning in and capturing her lips feeling the way she smiled into the kiss just as she did every morning and you couldn't wait to do this routine for the rest of your life