#Holiday fics

[earlgreydream]

pretty thing.

a sexy christmas party at malfoy manor with a bit of smut and soft dom draco 💚

Piano music floated down the hallway, reaching your ears as you stood, dressing in one of the guest suites at Malfoy Manor. You were a part of one of the pure blood families that attended their annual Christmas party, a chance for whispers about the ministry more than a celebration of the holidays.

Black lace hugged the curves of your body, accentuating your silhouette as you stood before the mirror, applying your makeup. A glittering green dress hung over the door of the armoire, heels below it, waiting to be worn, showing you off to the wealthy heirs that your parents insisted were potential suitors.

“Aren’t you cold, love?” Draco smirked, appearing out of a hidden passage in the wall, one of many that linked the rooms of his childhood home.

“Get out of here! I’m naked!” You hissed, immediately throwing a robe over your body, hiding it from his view.

“Hardly, in fact, if you really want to get a lovers attention, you should just go out in that tonight,” he teased, prowling toward you with his graceful steps.

You pushed him away as he tried to pull open the tie of the robe, always desperate to get a glimpse of you, insisting since you were young that you were all his, as it was always meant to be.

“You’re terrible, Malfoy. You’re not supposed to be up here, anyways. If anyone caught you in my suite, we’d both be skinned,” you reminded, keeping your voice to a whisper in case any nosey parent or household staff lurked in the halls.

“All the more exciting.”

Before you could protest further, he had pushed you onto the vanity, standing between your knees and catching you in a fiery kiss. He tasted like peppermint and bourbon, his lips soft and his tongue heavy. Delicate hands gripped the silk robe, dragging it up, exposing as much of you as he could in the desperate, messy, make out session.

“Really, you shouldn’t be here,” you breathed when he finally broke away for air, his lips ghosting against your jawline.

“I shouldn’t be here, and you shouldn’t be wearing such scandalous lace beneath your dress. You’re going to go to that party like you always do, and flirt with the heirs to appease your parents. And I’m going to get jealous, and before the night is up, we’ll have disappeared to commit even worse sins than we are now.”

Draco was right. No matter how much you pretended to feign interest in others, the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other in private. You’d accepted long ago that you did belong to Draco, wrapped around his fingers. He didn’t notice anyone but you, you were everything, so much more than a young heiress he wasn’t meant to corrupt.

“Save a dance for me tonight,” Draco murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your lips before disappearing back into the walls, going to make the appearances expected of him.

You could still taste him as you collected yourself, fixing your hair and putting on your dress for the party.

“You look stunning, dear,” Narcissa greeted you as you went down to the ballroom, finally ready to join their Christmas party.

“Thank you,” you kissed her cheek politely, refraining from asking if she’d seen her son, not wanting to give away anything about your hidden affair.

As per tradition, you were meant to be kept pure, until Draco came along and ruined you in secret.

A sparkling glass was put in your hand by one of the men vying for your affection, introducing himself, telling you about his important position in the ministry. You tried to be polite, knowing eyes were on you, the eligible bachelorette that would secure good favor with the dark lord, whoever you chose.

“Being out in the world has been much kinder to you than hogwarts,” Pansy admired your dress, the compliment as sincere as it could be from her.

“I miss it, though. I’d rather be learning divination and gossiping in the common room than be passed around like a prize to be won,” you rolled your eyes, your mind floating to memories of you and Draco in his prefect room.

“You’re so ungrateful, everyone wishes they were you. All the boys are obsessed with you, and the pure blood families love you.”

You ignored her last comment, your eyes locking with Draco’s silver gaze across the room. He smiled behind a glass of champagne, paying no attention to the girls hanging off of his every word.

“You always wanted what you couldn’t have,” Pansy mused.

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“May we dance, my darling?” Draco offered his hand, saving you from the company of several barons of countries you hadn’t heard of.

“Of course, Malfoy,” you nodded, letting him sweep you off your feet, into the dance as someone played the nutcracker on the piano.

You let your head rest against his chest, guided by his graceful movements into a waltz.

“Sick of them yet, princess? I must admit, I’m ready to sneak off with you, to somewhere more private,” he spoke softly, his lips just above the shell of your ear, words whispered into your hair.

“I don’t want to be here any more than you, but I’ve gotten so much attention, I can’t slip away unnoticed yet,” you sighed softly as he gave your hip a squeeze.

“Act as if you’ve caught a cold, make a scene, I don’t care. I cannot share you any longer,” his command was whispered in your ear, sending a shudder down your spine and heat burning between your hips.

As Draco parted from you, you ached for his touch, watching him disappear amongst the party guests. Others had already begun flocking to you, hoping to earn a dance.

“Sorry, I’m actually feeling a bit unwell,” you apologized as you all but ran away from the boy who had sought your attention.

You repeated your apology to your parents, and several other dignitaries you passed, all wondering where you were running off to so early. After their condolences and well-wishes, you tore up the stairs to your suite, locking the door with as many spells as you could summon.

“It took you long enough,” Draco quipped, pinning you against the door from behind, his hands bringing yours above your head, trapping them to the wood.

“You know how they are,” you whined, tilting your head, hoping to catch a kiss from the sensual prince who was prying your legs open with his knee.

“Hush, love,” Draco kissed you slowly, his free hand riding beneath your dress, feeling you beneath the lace.

His fingers rubbed over the lace thong you wore, pulling a whimper from your lips as you began to throb with need.

“Desperate?” Draco teased, feeling your muscles tense for him.

“Please,” your plea was pitiful, your mind already melted from his brief touches.

“Be my good girl and wait patiently,” he scolded with a smirk, delighting in your need.

You were soaking despite the loss of his fingers as he unfastened your dress, helping you out of it and onto the end of the bed. Your elbows and feet hit the sheets, backing up until your head rested delicately on the pillows.

“Look at you, all wrapped up like a present for me,” he praised, tracing the silk and lace that twisted around your body.

“All for you,” you murmured, parting your legs so he could settle between your knees.

His arms wrapped around your thighs as he lowered to kiss your belly, slowly moving downward until his teeth pulled at your waistband.

Draco smirked at the little gasp you elicited when he lightly bit the soft skin between your hips, humming as your fingers threaded into his hair.

He pried the lace off of you, kissing every inch of your bare skin as he did so, distracting you until he could return to his place between your thighs. Silver eyes glinted up at you as he knelt to taste your sex, dripping with sweetness for him.

Your back arched as his tongue pulled more moans from you, Draco knowing exactly how to make you melt.

“Good girl, let me hear you,” he soothed, palming your chest and kissing the inside of your thigh before he went back to eating you out like a starved man.

“Draco, fuck, I need you inside me,” your words were broken and rushed, desperate as your heels dug into his back, trying to pull him closer.

“Pretty thing,” Draco praised, smearing a kiss over your lips, smirking as you leaned up to follow when he pulled away.

You whimpered as he fell back against the headboard, pushing you up on shaky knees before him.

“I can’t—”

“Relax, love,” Draco pulled you to sit on his lap, straddling either side of his knees as you melted against his chest.

A strong arm circled around your waist as he carefully sank into you, nearly coming on the spot at your sinful moan.

“Feel what you do to me? You’ve got me so hard, and you’re taking it so well,” he murmured, snapping his hips up slowly, each thrust filling you to the brim.

Your hands weakly grasped at his biceps for support, your head resting on his shoulder as he pulled you down onto him. His chest heaved under your back, and he kissed on your neck as he fucked you, leaving a mark that was sure to last for days.

You were dizzy with pleasure, reaching over your shoulder and pulling his hair as your legs began to shake. You were surprised you had lasted this long — but now your nerves felt as if they were on fire every time Draco kissed your cervix.

“There you go love,” Draco hummed, drawing quick circles on your clit with his thumb until you were trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.

His own release dropped down your thighs, creating wet and filthy sounds as he thrusted lazily as you two came down. Draco gently cradled your exhausted form, murmuring a spell to clean you up before sinking back into the soft sheets with you snuggled on his chest.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered into your hair, kissing you before your eyes closed for the night.

[justlemmeadoreyou]

ice skating

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

words: ~500

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The crisp December air dances with the promise of falling snow as you pull on your borrowed ice skates. They're a little too big, but thanks to Harry's expert lacing skills, they feel secure enough for your clumsy self. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his gloved fingertips lingering on your cheek for a moment longer than necessary.

"Ready to be amazed by my graceful skills?" Harry asks, a playful glint in his eyes. He extends a hand, the warmth of his palm seeping through your gloves.

You take it, your heart skipping a beat at the way his fingers intertwine with yours. "Lead the way, Mr. Styles," you say, a smile tugging at your lips.

He pulls you onto the ice, the first tentative steps sending shivers down your spine. But Harry's steady presence beside you is a reassuring anchor. He guides you gently, his laughter warm and inviting as you stumble and giggle, clinging to him for dear life.

Slowly, you find your balance. The initial fear melts away, replaced by a newfound sense of freedom. You glide across the ice, your hand clasped tightly in Harry's. He whispers words of encouragement in your ear, his voice a soothing melody against the backdrop of Christmas carols playing in the distance.

As you gain confidence, you begin to experiment. You link arms with Harry, spinning in graceful circles until the world becomes a blur of glittering lights and happy faces. You laugh, your breath forming white clouds in the cold air. For a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in your own winter wonderland.

When the music fades, you and Harry find yourselves leaning against the railing, catching your breath. Your cheeks are flushed from the exertion, your eyes sparkling with exhilaration.

"That was...amazing," you say, unable to contain your smile.

Harry grins back at you, his eyes mirroring your own joy. "I told you I was graceful."

"Oh, absolutely," you tease, playfully nudging him with your elbow. "The most graceful penguin I know."

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound as warm and comforting as a crackling fireplace. In that moment, you realize that it's not the ice skating that makes you happy, it's being with him. It's the way his laughter fills the air, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his hand feels perfectly safe in yours.

As the first snowflakes begin to fall, painting the world in a soft white blanket, you know this is a memory you'll cherish forever. A memory of ice skating with Harry Styles, under a sky full of stars, on a magical winter night.

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[theworldofotps]

Under The Mistletoe With Him

Pairing: Hook x OC Rose Word Count: 1, 527 Description: Rose goes on a trip down memory lane about having Tyler's name for the company gift exchange.

So, her birthday isn't till the 24th but we agreed to just post this now! So a very very early happy birthday to my dear friend @writtingrose I hope you enjoy your birthday fic love! So thankful for you and your friendship I love you bunches! Never forget how loved you are ❤️

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“Baby, where do you want these bags of icing.”

Turning from the oven with a pan of fresh gingerbread cookies you point to the farthest corner of the counter.

“Over there please Ty, I want to be sure we have plenty of room to do this and hopefully we can avoid a big mess.”

Placing the icing bags on the counter he stood back watching his girlfriend lay them all out and then got bowls of small candies out.

“What are those for?”

“The cookies and if we manage to get around to decorating that house, now let me just put in this next batch of cookies. Then we can get started would you please put on some Christmas music? I have the playlist already set up on my phone.”

“Sure can.”

Using her spatula Rose carefully places each gingerbread person on the tray popping them in the oven and setting the timer. Wiping off her hands she grabs the pan with cookies already cooled, carrying them over to the counter where Tyler had gotten the music to play.

“Okay babe here we go decorate it however you want but please do try and not get icing all over I don’t want to run out.”

Tyler chuckled thinking about the last time they tried this and how more icing ended up on the two of them then on the cookies.

“Don’t worry I’ll behave.”

Pressing a kiss to her temple Tyler grabbed a cookie and picked a color to outline with. Rose watched him decorate, this was a moment she’d remember for the rest of her days. Picking up an icing bag she grabbed a cookie of her own to start decorating. The two silently worked for a few minutes listening to the music playing in the background as they enjoyed each other's company.

“You know something, this time of year always remind me of how our relationship started.”

Rose spoke softly as the memories from a few year prior played through her head causing her to smile.

“You mean that time I got caught under the mistletoe with your fine ass?”

He smirked leaning forward to steal a peck from her lips.

 “I can’t believe I got Tyler.”

“What’s wrong with having Tyler I imagine he’d be pretty simple to shop for.”

“That’s easy for you to say Orange you’re actually friends with him, he hates me.”

“He does not hate you.”

“Oh yes he does he’s always glaring in my direction and when I tried to be polite or say hi, he just walks away.”

“To be fair he does that with everyone he’s just not a super expressive guy when it comes to being at work. But trust me he’ll love whatever you get him even if he doesn’t say it out loud.”

James assured her as the two walked down the hallway, it was a week before their company gift exchange and Rose was still unsure of what to get Tyler. He was serious when he said that Tyler would love anything she bought given the fact he was absolutely smitten with her. Not that Rose would know that given Tyler’s silent nature at work and don’t mess with me attitude. But the whole locker room and even some of the women knew about his feelings for her.

“What am I going to do?”

“Why don’t you go ask his dad? It wouldn’t hurt to give that a try maybe he can help you think of something. It’s better than stressing yourself out more than you already are.”

“I hadn’t even thought of asking Taz, you’re brilliant I’ll text you later.”

Rose smiled before scurrying off hoping to find the man in question to ask for help with his son’s gift.

‘Please don’t let Tyler be around.’

She silently begged walking into the ring area where a few of the guys were doing some practice moves. Spotting Taz speaking with Jack she made her way over and gently tapped on his shoulder.

“Rose, nice to see you.”

“Hi um could I please speak with you in private about something?”

Relief flooded her when he nodded, excusing himself from the conversation with Jack, the two walked a little bit away from the ring.

“Sorry to disturb you but I need some help, I got Tyler’s name for the gift exchange, and I still haven’t been able to find anything for him. Could you maybe give me a couple ideas? I just want it to be something he’ll like and find useful or something.”

“Ah I was wondering who got him well I guess it depends, what’s the budget limit?”

“Actually, I don’t know I didn’t realize there was one.”

“Okay, something simple yet useful. How about a gift card somewhere? There’s this steak place he absolutely loves going to whenever we’re around. You can’t really go wrong with giving the kid food.”

“That’s a great idea um what’s the name of the restaurant?”

“STK it’s a steakhouse I’ll give you the directions just give me a moment.”

Rose smiled, nodding as she waited patiently for him to look up the directions and texted them to her phone.

“There just text me if you have any other questions and I’d be more than happy to help you out.”

“Thank you so much Taz I appreciate this.”

“Anytime kiddo.”

Leaving the ring area Rose went out to her car and after putting the address in her phone made her way to the restaurant. After getting the gift card she picked up one other thing then placed them in a gift bag. When the party night finally arrived, she nervously carried the bag inside looking around, spotting Renee she rushed over to her.

“Hey Ree where do we put the gift exchange bags?”

“Hi sweetie they changed it up this year, you’re just going to give the gift to whoever you have.”

“Oh gods.”

“Who do you have?”

“Hook.”

“He just got here about ten minutes ago he’s there by the snack table probably trying to find a bag of chips to eat. I’ll just text Jon that way he can tell Tyler to come over this way, so you don’t need to push through the crowd.”

Renee hooked her arm with Rose’s and led her away from the crowd off to the side where they wouldn’t be bumped into.

“Alright Jon is bringing him over don’t worry this is going to be great he’ll absolutely love whatever you decided to get him.”

Renee winked quickly walking away as Jon shoved Tyler over to her Rose covered her mouth to stifle a laugh at Tyler’s curse but cleared her throat when he looked at her. Holding the bag out she looked at the floor then up at him.

“I know we hardly ever talk but um I got your name in the gift exchange, so I got you this family size bag of chips and a gift card to a steak place your dad said you liked.”

She rambled letting him take the bag from her hand and opened it a slight smile crossing his face as he looked at the gifts.

“Thank you Rose.”

“How.. I didn’t know you knew my name.”

“Of course, I know you’re name why wouldn’t I?”

“Because we never talk, and I figured that you hated me given the fact you glare at me a whole lot.”

“Not glaring at you just the way I look is all.”

“Hey! You two instead of babbling to each other why don’t you look above your heads.”

Jon called out causing them both to look up seeing a spring of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Rose felt her heart pick up in speed as Tyler’s eyes seemed to darken when he looked back at her, a smirk crossing his face. Rasing a brow he stepped closer waiting for her to reject him.

“Is it okay?”

“Yes it is.”

Rose said a little too fast causing Tyler to laugh quietly before his lips pressed against her’s and she melted into the kiss.

“I still can’t believe you thought I hated you.”

“Well, you acted like you did you weren’t really throwing out smiles or talking to me apart from the occasional grunt here or there.”

“It was all just a show baby I didn’t know how to admit to the most beautiful girl that I had the hots for her.”

Tyler said as he washed his hands then dried them before he hugged Rose from behind kissing her cheek.

“It would have saved me a lotta stressing out if you had.”

“True but that doesn’t matter now because you’re mine and I don’t plan on letting this sweet ass go.”

He said, grabbing her hips and pulling her into him the two laughing as she turned around wrapping her arms around his neck.

“We need to finish these cookies and I just put a fresh batch in.”

“We have a couple minutes besides I don’t need that long.”

“You’re awfully cocky you know that?”

“It’s my speciality.”

Tyler smirked cupping her cheeks as he captured her lips in a kiss much similar to their first.

[jerzwriter]

A Little Holiday Cheer

Happy Holidays!

@lilyoffandoms had no idea what they were creating when they wrote a tiny drabble about these three sets of loons. Since then, Lily, Dani (@storyofmychoices), and I have expanded on their hijinx, and it just gets more fun with time. I asked the lovely, talented, and all-around amazing @/artbyainna (IG) to create this commemoration not only of the friendship between Ethan, Merida, Bryce, Olivia, Casey & Tobias but, more importantly, the friendship between us! 😊 As always, she MORE than delivered! I hope this brings you a little smile.

Book: Open Heart Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Merida (@lilyoffandoms), Bryce Lahela x Olivia (@storyofmychoices), and Tobias Carrick x Casey (mine!) Rating: Teen Words: 825 Summary: It all started at Ethan & Merida's place, so it's only fitting that we go back there again!

There was something about this time of year... even the mundane seemed to morph into magic, and tonight's gathering of friends was no exception. While the robust aroma of lasagna competed with the sweet scent of sugar cookies baking in the second oven, neither managed to diffuse the fragrant pine from the Christmas tree. Music served only as a background to the laughter and lively chatter, but while Bryce and Olivia were too engaged in the conversation.. and each other... to notice the music shift from soulful renditions of holiday standards back to melodic strings and woodwinds, Merida didn’t miss a beat. Resplendent in her holiday attire, she halted slicing provolone for the charcuterie board long enough to shoot Ethan a menacing glare. 

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey, so help me God! If you turn Stevie off to put The Nutcracker back on one more time, I will not be responsible for my actions!”

“I’d be careful,” Bryce advised. “She is holding an exceptionally large knife.”

Ethan started to open his mouth, then thought better of it. With a quick flick of the wrist, “That’s What Christmas Means to Me My Love” blared through the air once more.

“What did it?” Olivia teased. “Knowing you were outnumbered, or the large knife?”

Ethan leaned against the counter, popped a piece of chorizo in his mouth, and shrugged. “It’s the season of goodwill. Let's go with that.” His half-smile quickly retreated when Merida slapped his hand.

“There will be no goodwill in this house if you keep sneaking food! You have to wait until all of our guests arrive.”

A sigh tinged with frustration escaped him. “I fail to see why we all need to starve because Carrick is late... again.”

“Technically, he’s not late,” Olivia advised.

“She’s right,” Merida agreed. “It’s only seven-fifty, and dinner starts at eight. They have ten minutes before we can declare them late.”  

Ethan turned to her with astonishment. “But I was there when you told him to be here at seven!”

“Yes,” Merida said matter-of-factly. “I told him that to ensure they’d be here by eight.”

“But since it's Tobias and Casey we're talking about,” Bryce interjected. “You probably should have told them six."

"True," Olivia nodded, biting into a fluffy cheese puff. “Knowing Casey, she’ll want to redo her hair and makeup.”

Ethan raised his eyebrows in disbelief as Merida smiled. “What?” she asked.

“Olivia is eating a cheese puff and not an ounce of chastisement from you... but I sneak a sliver of sausage, and you considered dismemberment!”

“Ethan...Olivia is a guest! Besides, she’s too cute to dismember.”

The doorbell rang, and the friends looked at their phones at 7:58 PM.

“Wow! They’re early!” Bryce exclaimed. “And they say Christmas miracles are a thing of the past!”

“Great,” Merida laughed as she wiped her hands with a dish towel. “That means they probably didn’t get it all out of their systems, and they’ll be horny on main all night.”  

“And that would be different from every other time... how?” Bryce laughed. 

Merida scurried down the hallway, high heels clicking, but her irritated boyfriend beat her to the door, swinging it open to find Tobias planting kisses on a giggling Casey’s neck.

“Do you two ever stop?”

“What?” Tobias protested with a sheepish grin. “We weren’t doing anything. We were just stuck in....”

“TRAFFIC!” The four friends shouted.

“That is what they call it these days,” Olivia winked, all too proud of herself.  "Aren't they?"

“Hey! You can’t blame us,” Casey said, tossing her fuzzy coat over Ethan’s unextended arm. “Boston is just filled with traffic!”

“Mmmhmmm,” Merida greeted her friend with a warm embrace. “And you two are always without GPS.”

“That’s right,” Casey smiled. “We prefer to go by... feel.”

“Can we send them home now?” Ethan groaned.

But Merida and Casey were already halfway down the hall, linked arm-in-arm and giggling like schoolgirls. Ethan jumped when Tobias’s hand landed on his shoulder with a thud.

“You were saying, buddy?”

Running a hand down his face, Ethan surrendered. “Olivia is right. I’m outnumbered.”

Moments later, the couples were assembled around the kitchen table, with wine generously poured. Ethan happily partook in cured meats as he endured one too many jokes about salami from his best-freinemy.

“Tobias, I swear, you never escaped adolescence.”

“Was that something we were supposed to escape?”

Bryce raised his glass with a smile. “Only during working hours!”

“And these are not working hours,” Merida gleefully stated. “A toast... to friends, who have become family.”

“And by family, she means you’re inescapable!” Ethan grinned.

“Just like adolescence,” Casey beamed, clinking her glass with the others.

Merida set her eyes on Ethan’s, a radiant smile on her lips. “And would you have it any other way?”

Wrapping his arm around her waist he pulled her close. "No," he beamed. "Despite each of you, save Olivia, causing me more grey hairs by the moment... I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Several drinks in, you know they started teasing Tobias about his "Ho-Ho-Ho" sweater. Everyone except Olivia, who wasn't sure what they meant until Bryce whispered it in her ear. Merida and Casey quickly agreed to corrupt the poor dear much more before their New Year's Eve gathering!

Happy Holidays! :)

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[discordantwords]

do you have any christmas fic recs that aren’t talked about nearly enough (in your opinion)? looking to get toasty with some new reading material of our favorite boys! 🎄

Oh, there are so many! I love holiday fics!

Any Christmas-themed fic recs should be under one of these two tags on my blog:

Christmas Fics

Holiday Fics

And here's a reclist I put together a few years ago:

🎄 Some Christmas Recs 🎄

And while I'm at it, here are a few more recs:

Shepherd, Joy & Blankets by insistentbass

tis the damn season by chrysanthemumsies

Christmas at 221B by poppyalexander

Candle, Dashing Through the Snow, Visiting, Storm & Hope by insistentbass

Forth They Went Together by thetimemoves

If There Were Any Time For A Miracle by berty

Consulting for Christmas by ohlooktheresabee

All I Want for Christmas (is Proof) by Raina_at

So Grant Us All a Change of Heart by ArwaMachine

[helpwhatsthis]

little lamb- e.m.

based on the on my second idea from this post!

warnings: SMUT!!! little plot, semi-dark eddie, accidental cult leader eddie, cultist activities and discussion, breeding kink, little daddy kink, knife play, horror themes toward the end, it's filthy and horribly written.

eddie wants to listen to the conversation, wants to be able to give his input. he really does, but he’s too lost in the way your hands move in efficise and the harsh tone of your voice. he knows the debate is on star wars, and that it’s you verses mike and lucas while the other five, including himself watch intently. dustin looks highly annoyed, and the other three are just gazing at you amusedly. and eddie? eddie looks absolutely love sick at the way you practically shout at the two freshmen. 

“whatever y/n! you only watch star wars for han anyway. so your opinion is invalid.” lucas states, finally giving up on arguing, knowing he won’t win. he never does, and he’s not nearly as stubborn to do so as mike. 

“that is so not true!” you snap offendedly. gareth smirks, probably recalling the time he went as solo for halloween. 

“oh yeah?” mike chuckles, causing you to ball your fists and dig your nails into your palms. you get a devilish smile on your face, the one everyone knows means you’re about to shut mike down for good. eddie is practically purring as he watches with overwhelming fondness in his eyes. 

“yeah, wheeler. because princess leia is hot too.” 

there it is. 

everyones’ jaws drop in shock, except for eddie who practically howls with laughter at mikes’ face, and dustin who’s staring down at the table. it takes a moment, but soon everyone else is laughing at mike too. 

“god, can you guys please just shut the hell up!” dustin snaps, interrupting eveyones’ laughter. eddie feels anger rising in his chest at the way your face falls. it’s quickly replaced with adoration at the way you become concerned for the younger counterpart that is constantly attached to you at the hip. 

“what’s wrong, dusty?” you ask softly, reaching across the table to pat his shoulder. eddie turns to look at dustin in question, desperately attempting to ignore the way his heart swells at your gentleness. 

“headache.” the boy mumbles, pressing on his temples with middle finger and thumb. 

“aw, hun.” you coo, reaching up to softly run your knuckles over his jaw. the sight has everyone else annoyed, but your parental affection causes eddies’ jeans to get tight. “i’ll be right back, i have some tylenol in my locker.” you asure, well worn converse squeaking as you stand from your seat. 

“thanks, hellfire mom.” dustin huffs. you simply smile at him before rushing out of the cafeteria and down the hall. 

“more like hellfire mommy, right gareth?” mike chuckles once you’re out of earshot. gareths’ face grows warm as he attempts to hide his embarrassment by taking a sip of his drink.

“excuse me?”  eddie growls, glaring daggers at mike. 

“oh- uh, it’s just some joke we made.” mike stammers, trying to shrug it off. eddie tightens his fist and clenches his jaw. 

“then explain it.” he retorts, noticing the panic in mikes’ eyes. he breaks eye contact nervously, looking to lucas and jeff for help. gareth is still hiding behind his can of coke. 

“it’s- it’s just something stupid we said the other day when we were talking about y/n-” lucas interjects. 

“and what sort of things do you say about her when she’s not there?” they all know eddie is testing them. it’s like the anger is wafting off of him in droves. jeff is about to brush it off when dustin speaks. 

“god, you have no idea! they’re disgusting.” dustin tells eddie, who takes care to show he’s actively listening to dustin; but it’s so difficult when all he wants to do is rip the other boys apart. 

“all of them?” he asks dustin, voice feigning innocence. when dustin nods, the way eddie slowly turns his gaze back down the table has everyone terrified. 

luckily for eddie, he had all week to plan the most sadistic campaign he could think of, and it was all paying off now. 

“no! he’s the traitor?” dustin yells, close to the brink of tears. gareth is hiding his head in his hands, lucas gripping the table to keep himself from panicking, mike is attempting to argue with eddie, jeff is hyperventilating, and you? you’re sitting in dead silence, staring blankly at the small figure eddie has placed on the table. you look horrified, and he’s eating it up. 

“he- he can’t be! we told him everything! we trusted him! princess y/n slept with him for gods’ sake!” mike shouts, voice somewhere close to unhinged. 

“which leads me to my next order of business.” eddie grins, leaning forward, fists holding up his chin and elbows on his armrests. “princess y/n-” he hums, pulling your attention away from the table. “i’m afraid it’s time you roll for pregnancy.” he grins slyly. your jaw drops, eyes pleading and shocked. 

“eddie, please don’t make me do this.” you whine. he wants to give in, and typically he would, but not tonight. tonight he’s going to show everyone just how goddamn serious he can get. he doesn’t answer, instead opting for more theatrics. he stalks slowly behind you, crouching down to whisper in your ear. 

“give me your hand, sweetheart.” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, feeling the way you shiver; which puts a smirk on his face. you timidly move your hand out, showing him your cupped palm. he drops the d-twenty into your grasp. 

“eds-” you plead softly.

“there’s nothing to be nervous about, little lamb. it’s just a game.” he promises, pressing a small kiss to your temple. 

with a deep breath, you roll the dice across the table. your eyes snap shut, not wanting to see the result, which just causes eddies’ smile to widen. he can’t help but think how adorable you look like this, the embarrassment finally catching up. 

this would do it, finally. campaign after campaign he’s had to sit, watching as the boys convince you to seduce characters, all just so they could hear the words that border on filthy leave your lips. 

“holy shit-” gareths’ gasp pulls him from his blissed daze. 

“a perfect twenty-” dustin says in bewilderment. eddies’ smile grows malicious, the way your shoulders sink only adding to his power trip. this would show you and these children that he’s the only person who should be hearing you say those words. 

“i think that’s a good place to call it quits. princess y/n is pregnant with a traitors’ baby, wheeler hanging on for his life, lucas wounded, and gareth three hits from death. should be interesting.” 

it had been nearly fifteen minutes of everyone fruitlessly trying to convince eddie to keep going. eddie sent dustin home with gareth, which made him feel a little bad. the two of you always took dustin for milkshakes after hellfire. what made him feel even worse though is that you had grown oddly quiet while helping him clean up. 

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he finally asks, wrapping his arms around you. 

“i feel dumb, i tried to be funny and now it’s put the party in jeopardy.” the way you say it so sadly has his heart melting. the idea that you care so much is the cutest thing he thinks he’s ever seen. 

“don’t worry, y/n. c’mon-” he whispers, grabbing your hand to tug you toward the door, “i have a surprise for you.” he beams, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. 

you don’t question him, simply following closely behind him in the darkness. you can barely see an inch in front of your face, the forest cover working to block out any moonlight. with anyone else you’d be terrified, but you grasp eddies’ hand and let him lead you like a shepherd to a lamb; but if you’re a lamb, eddie is the big bad wolf, waiting to rip you apart. 

when he finally stops the two of you, you can see a black sheet pinned up to two trees, obscuring the light flickering behind it. 

“eds, what is this?” you ask softly, looking up at him. he’s staring at you, something pensive and contemplative on his face. he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks. 

“i am about to make your biggest d&d regret a reality. if you truly don’t want this, now is your last chance to say so.” 

your eyes get wide, a small gasp leaving your lips. how long had you wanted eddie like this? you had no idea, probably since day one. you give a small nod, but he only shakes his head. 

“i need words, doll.” he presses. you take one of his hands from your face and slowly guide it to the plush part of your tummy. 

“please eddie-” you whimper and he groans. his touch becomes immediately more rough, one hand holding your hip while the other grips your chin. his lips press shortly to yours, causing you to whine when he pulls back all too soon. 

“i want you to get undressed, and wait in the center for me.” he informs you, finally pulling back the sheet to show you a large circle of candles. he can see the surprise on your face, chuckling lightly. “i figured-” he muses, “everyone calls hellfire a cult, so some cultist activities are long overdue.” 

you don’t waste time, immediately following his orders and stripping down. when you’re finally naked, insecurity sinks in at the way eddie doesn’t take his eyes off you. you take a deep breath and begin walking into the large halo of light, but he catches your wrist. 

“arms out.” he demands, pulling a set of handcuffs from the waist of his jeans. you’re momentarily taken back, but it’s eddie. you trust eddie, even if you shouldn’t sometimes. you let him click the metal in place around your wrists. he gives an experimental tug, testing the restraints before urging you to move. when your thighs begin to move together, you can feel the wetness starting to run down them, and it finally makes you notice the heat in the pit of your stomach. 

you stumble shyly to the middle of the circle, legs wobbly with anticipation, and maybe even shock. this sure as hell wasn’t what you were expecting when you’d woken up for school this morning. you finally sit on your knees, pine needles and leaves poking at your skin. your hands are folded in your lap, waiting patiently for his next order. 

“lay back and close your eyes.” he instructs, you can barely see him standing outside the rays of golden light. you lay down on your back, legs extending as you attempt to make yourself comfortable on the cold ground. your bound hands rest just under your breasts as you give an anxious sigh. “keep them closed.” he demands. you can hear him stepping closer, the sound of leaves crunching mixes with the shuffling of fabric. 

it takes everything in you not to look up at him when he finally straddles you, setting himself to rest on your thighs. his weight on top of you is comfortable, helping to ease your nerves, until you feel it. the cold bite of metal poking at your chin. 

your eyes shoot open, looking down to see the tip of his switchblade, oh so close to breaking the soft skin where your neck begins to slope. you look back up at him with horrified eyes, making him chuckle softly. 

“my sweet girl. you talk a big game with all that fake confidence, if only those boys could see you right now- all at my mercy.” he smirks, beginning to move the blade slowly down your neck. if he pressed any harder, it’d open the flesh of your juggler before you’d even know it. the thought of it causes you to throb, whining at the ache between your legs. 

“y’know, cult leaders normally have a chosen one. some cute little thing they keep on their arm, that they’d do anything for, because that person would earn it.” he hums, continuing to trail the blade downward, now nearly between your tits. “they earn it in blood,” he gits, pressing down just enough to leave a small slit on your skin. you can’t feel the pain of it; it’s completely shadowed by the one in your abdomen, the one that keeps growing worse by the second. 

he’s quiet for a few moments, taking his time to admire the necklace he’d given you after helping you draw your d&d character for the first time. the black moon charm resting between your breast, the smallest trickle of blood running toward it has him groaning. 

“they also earn it in babies.” he murmurs, pulling the blade away from your skin. he flips it, nearly expertly, so that he’s holding the blade. he moves back, sitting on his knees and opening your thighs. he moans at the sight, your slick creating a small string from one thigh to another. the way you clench around nothing when the cold air hits your cunt making his cock twitch. 

“i’ve been giving you everything you ask for, since day fucking one, so now it’s your turn.” he begins to move the handle of the switchblade toward your center. 

“wait, eddie-” you whimper, cuffed hands reaching out for him. 

“i know baby.” he smiles darkly, “you had your chance to make your first time sweet and gentle, but you decided to be a show off. so now we do it my way.” he concludes, not giving you time to speak before he shoves the handle into you. 

you give a sharp cry, head falling back and breathing becoming impossibly heavier. he grins, content hum leaving his throat as he starts to pump the object in and out of your heat. the sounds of your small cries and the wet sounds of your walls pulling the handle back in after every thrust is driving him up the wall. he brings thumb up to circle your clit, and the wounded cry you release makes him throb against his stomach. 

“eds, it think i’m about to-” you warn him; he only nods. 

“i know, you’re doing so well. how about you cum for me, little lamb?” he urges. as soon as the words leave his  mouth, the pressure in your tummy releases. you practically scream, fists balling against your chest and back arching your hips in his direction. 

when you come down, you're crying out and making grabby hands for him. the sight makes his chest hurt; you look so fucked out and so damn cute. 

“i’ll be right back.” he mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before disappearing from your line of vision. when he reappears, he’s got one of the burning red candles in his hand. he places the free one in yours, letting you hold it tightly.  “hold on tight, babygirl.” he warns. 

you hiss when the hot wax splashes onto your pebbled nipple. how can something hurt and feel so fucking good at the same time? he takes his time, making intricate little trails of wax dots that go all over your chest and stomach. 

“i- i need you!” you finally whimper, no longer able to ignore the ache that returned embarrassingly fast. 

“you that eager to get my baby inside you?” he asks sarcastically. all you can do is moan and nod rapidly in response. 

he makes quick work of positioning himself between your legs, hands coming to rest on the ground beside your head. you instinctively hook your knees over his hips, making him smirk. you reach up with a whine, wanting to hold him and put your hands in his hair. he takes the chain of the cuffs in his mouth, giving you a little more reach to complete the action. 

“you ready, babydoll?” he breathes, hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

"please, eddie. please." you sob, gripping the hair rooted above his ears. it's all you can reach with the cuff. 

he grins around the chain, ignoring the sharp taste and pain and he bites hard to the metal and tugs. you whine out at the strain of your limbs, but you're still pliant in his hold. 

"then let me give it to you, angel." he growls between teeth and linked metal. before you can think, can ground yourself from the rasp of his words; he slams into your cunt. hard. 

“eds!” you scream, tears springing up in your eyes as he ruthlessly rocks his hips into yours. it’s all so much, happening so fast. the way his dick, long and much thicker than you ever imagined when you laid alone in bed at night; or hell- even when you were with other guys. not that you’d ever gotten this far with them, they were never eddie. the way the twigs and dried leaves poke at your heated skin. the way the light of the candles flickers before your clamped eyelids. 

it’s nearly disorienting, all of it happening at once in the quiet woods. nearly too quiet, and if you were thinking straight it would probably make you a little unnerved. “y’know, i think we need a name a little stronger than that.” he huffs, words strained with the exertion of his near-violent thrusts. he drops the chain from between his lips, smiling devilishly down at your fucked out expression. you’re looking up at him with pure adoration, and he wonders if you even know how desperate and loving your gaze is. 

“i mean, i am your leader.” he states offhandedly, “and your soon-to-be baby daddy.” he snickers as the words make you groan, low if your chest and hips rocking into his movement.  “got any ideas, little lamb?” you clench around him, making it nearly impossible to keep up his pace. “call me what you want, so i can make you scream it.” 

he can practically see the gears turning behind yours eyes, and he moves to suck on the soft, hot, raised line he traced on your jugular. Instead of giving him an answer, you only moan louder. “c’mon, babe. don’t make me wait.” he grits, biting down hard on your neck, soft tip brushing your cervix and making you scream. 

“daddy!” your voice is shrill and choked, but the word makes him feral. 

“that’s it, be daddy’s good little lamb and take his baby.” he smirks, leaning up to press his lips to yours. 

as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re sobbing. your ankles lock around the swell of his ass, holding him inside while you wither around him. your neediness, mixed with the small cries that can’t be deciphered between ‘daddydaddydaddy-’ and ‘eddieeddieeddie-’ make him let go with you. 

you both lie there, panting and holding each other while warmth of eddie's releases makes its home inside you. “did so good babe.” he hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. 

the snapping of wood makes both of you pull your gazes apart. “what was that?” you ask softly, still cuffed hands holding his cheeks. he looks out into the dark abyss of the nighttime forest. another snap, this one much closer and far louder. “eds?” you breath, and the shakiness of your voice breaks his heart. 

“i think we should go-” he moves to pull you up, but a harsh gust of wind rips through the trees and blows out the dancing light of the flames surrounding you. suddenly, you’re both scrambling to undo the cuffs and shuffle your clothes back on. 

just as eddie slides his foot home in his shoe, you reach out and grab his hand. “do you hear that?” you whisper. the sound of heavy breathing fills the dark void around you. for the first time tonight, it’s not either of yours. 

“let’s go.” he breathes, squeezing you hand and turning to rush out of the woods with you. 

the moment you turn your backs, the most horrific, inhuman, grutal scream breaks the silence. 

you both take off in a sprint, hands never leaving one another, even as eddie shoves you over the console and into the passenger seat, even as he speeds down the road fast enough to get arrested, not even when he pushes you into the door of his trailer. he uses his free hand to lock the deadbolt, finally letting go as rests his head against the pane of diamond shaped glass that looks out into his yard. 

you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, burying your face into his shoulder blades. it’s almost like he can feel it, and dull throb coming from the soft part of your tummy and thumping against his back. 

he knows it took, no time or test required. he knows. 

a month later, neither of you know what happened that night. 

he rubs soft circles on your scalp, trying to sooth your post-throw up panting. even for only being a month in, it’s hitting you hard.

he’d convinced himself it was a fox or a coyote; but now, as he listens to you cry about how tired you are- he knows he’s never going to make stupid fucking jokes about being a cult leader again. ever. even if it gets him what he wants.

[spotsandsocks]

Tagged by @ hippopotamus @buddierightsto share winter fics (and check out me being nifty with a header for once )

So holiday /winter fics, officially only one which I did last year and I’m very fond of. Sweater Number 23 Buck’s ugly Christmas sweaters eventually lead to love! Well of course they do it’s Christmas and I’m a sap. Here’s a lil mood board I did for it

Now I’m cheating a little bit but this one 12 months 12 Kisses (8k Teen Chapt 16/16) has a nice little mistletoe kiss in it in December maybe you can be persuaded to try??? (No pretty pics for this one I’m afraid)

And now I’m cheating a lot but how can I resist the urge to promo by beloved dragonrider au and Cal. So can I tempt you to 3 chapters that can be read that alone start with Pern’s version of Christmas and soft declarations of love but then turning into some seasonal (well not really) smut which I personally think is a shame hasn’t been read by more people cos I was quite pleased with it 😆 so be aware this one is E rated.

To Fly The Skies - the whole thing or jump to the smut chapters 😉 Celebrations and of course I’ll take the opportunity to show off @loserdiaz magnificent birthday gift art for this fic.

Anyone want to share and help get us in the holiday spirit @loserdiaz @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998 @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @bekkachaos @the-likesofus @like-the-rest-of-la @rogerzsteven @underwater-ninja-13 @giddyupbuck @spaceprincessem @wildlife4life @honestlydarkprincess @monsterrae1 @stagefoureddiediaz @heartshapedvows @megsvstheworld @shortsighted-owl @hoodie-buck @fiona-fififi @disasterbuckdiaz @weewootruck @pirrusstuff @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 and anyone else

[violettduchess]

A/N: I'm going to just post these shorter little pieces one by one. Originally I was going to do one big headcanon but this is easier for me and my limited free time.

Reader x Leon, at the Holiday Market 🎄

WC: 650

Bright are the strings of holiday lights that illuminate the darkness with bold reds, glowing greens and festive gold. The Rhodolite Holiday Market is swimming in them, an entire sea of color against a stark winter’s night. Voices are raised in merriment, mugs of mulled wine and tankards of ale clink in earnest cheer and wishes of happy holidays. The air is buzzing with life. With possibility. With joy.

Leon watches you from beneath his black hood, the one that obscures his handsome and well-beloved face. If anyone were to recognize their prince, they would swarm him, wanting to treat him to a pint of this or a mug of that. So he keeps himself in shadow, watching you through his dark lashes.

You’re sipping a steaming cup of dark wine, seasoned with cinnamon and cloves, watching with eyes brighter than stars as burly men set up for the holiday fireworks display. Your cheeks are warmed by the drink and you unconsciously lick your lips, chasing the last drops of wine. His breath catches in his chest as the present moment, the now of it all, crashes into him: as a young boy, he used to roam this market, ordered by men with hard knuckles and rough voices to steal from innocent patrons, his young heart breaking each time he did. Later in life, he would sneak away from royal instruction and duty to hide among the happy faces of the townsfolk, free from a different kind of golden chain.

And now, later still, he is still at the same market. Not as a thief or a stowaway, but as a leader, mingling in secret with the people he has sworn to protect. And with you, an element to his story he never could have imagined. Never would have dreamed possible for someone like him. You who captured his heart and has held it close ever since, safe within the warmth of your love.

One of the big men leans forward, lighting the first fuse. You take a step back, into the circle of Leon’s strong arms, head already tilted up at the sky. He holds you against his broad chest, breathing in the scent of your hair, the familiar lavender and rose that still sends a fluttering of desire through his veins. 

Above you both the sky explodes with a shimmering burst of red and green and he tugs you tighter against him, lowering his mouth to your ear, nipping at its tip before murmuring, “C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

Your near-empty mug is left on the corner of an empty stand. Leon pulls you away from the crowd gathered to watch the fireworks, away from the bright lights and glittery displays and towards the velvety black shadows of a narrow alley, his heart hammering in his chest, your soft laughter fanning the flames of want in his blood. 

The crowd “ooohhs” as the sky explodes with a burst of golden shimmer. “Ahhhh” falls like a refrain from your lips as Leon bends down, seeking and finds the warmth of your skin. He trails open-mouth kisses down the line of your neck. He wants to give you a memory as powerful and satisfying as the one you have gifted him. The crowd gasps as the fireworks explode, one after another, leaving a tiny trail of bright white blossoms across the darkness. Your tiny, staccato gasps are swallowed by his hungry mouth, his talented fingers skimming their way across fabric, undoing laces and buttons until he is able to touch you there, please, right there, the place that has your legs buckling and your hands gripping his broad shoulders.

The finale: a sky painted in incandescent red and gold. Your eyes close, Leon’s kisses and touch painting your own vision in blinding white, your body a firework of its own, ready to surge towards its own brilliant finale.

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[heartbreak-sandwich]

Lol silly request here so only if you want to but since you couldn't decorate I was wondering if you would like to write a short blurb of Billy and Steve decorating together. Maybe Steve sneaking out the mistletoe to lure Billy into a kiss. (Not that he would need to be lured in at all lol) only if you think you'd like to write this though!! No worries if not! 💙

This is GREAT, and I'm so in the mood for holiday fic themes, thank you sm Gin!!!💕

OKAY SO HERE'S MY LITTLE IMAGINE because this is too cute💕

They had almost finished decorating Hopper's cabin in the effort to get him into the holiday spirit. Since Hopper had been working longer shifts, they knew he wouldn't have the time, and they wanted El to have a magical Christmas this year after everything she had endured. They couldn't wait to surprise them both.

Billy stepped back from the golden-lit tree and studied the position of the star on top. He crinkled his brows and went back to adjusting it one more time while Steve huffed and puffed by the front door, clearly struggling with some greenery he was trying to hang along the doorframe.

"A little help here?" Steve finally griped. Billy smirked and approached Steve, but still made no effort to help him.

"What's the matter? Can't reach?" Billy's smirk bloomed into a bright smile as Steve looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"I know what you want me to say, and you can forget it," Steve mumbled as he continued to struggle with the decor. Billy just crossed his arms and looked on while Steve tiptoed to try and get a better reach.

"You know what? Fine," Steve conceded. "You're taller than me, so could you please help me finish hanging this?" Billy chuckled and held up the greenery along the door frame so Steve could secure it with some pushpins. Billy knew he wasn't taller than Steve, but he liked to egg him on to say it anyway.

The both stepped back from the door, surveying the position of the...mistletoe?

Billy turned to Steve who was already looking at him with dreamy eyes and a face that had "got ya" written all over it.

"Like always," Billy drawled, stepping closer to Steve, circling an arm around his waist and pulling him close. "You've got me right where you want me, Harrington."

Steve grinned, very satisfied with himself, before leaning in, one hand lightly tousling into Billy's curls as he kissed him -- slow, sweet, and magical, just like it was supposed to be. Their warmth filled the small room as they basked in the glow of the holiday lights, relishing in slow motion kisses until Billy had something to say.

"You know, since we seem to be done here," he started, locking eyes with Steve and raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Why don't we move on to some...more rigorous extracurriculars?"

Steve laughed and rested his forehead on Billy's. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, a mischievous gleam in his eye. I hope this is okay!!! I tried to make it kind of short and sweet, and I love the playful dynamic of them kind of picking on each other in good fun lol. Thank you so much for requesting this!! 💕

[ivystoryweaver]

Jingle Bells

Summary: Santiago is a flirty cute dork and you can’t stop me

Pairing: Santiago Garcia from Triple Frontier x gn!reader

Word Count: 800

Content: fluff, mentions of Christmas songs (but story doesn’t indicate what Santiago or reader celebrate, if anything), not beta’d

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"That'll be $73.07," you mumble to your customer, waiting as she runs her credit card through the machine before handing her a receipt.

Twelve hours on the cash wrap at work, scanning grocery item after item, dealing with faulty coupons, the holiday rush and fussy customers. Your feet are sore and you're dying to get off your shift in thirty minutes.

You picked up back-to-back shifts to pay for a plumbing bill your landlord refused to cover.

"Plumbing is the responsibility of the tenant," he groused at you last week. "Read your lease."

Without even a glance, your hand reaches to scan the next customer's items.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Happy holidays," a soothing tenor voice greets you.

"Happy holida - " You trip over your monotonous reply when your eyes meet the most beautiful man you've ever seen in person.

Sparkling brown eyes dance underneath thick eyebrows, arched in playful curiosity. A sprinkling of gray dusts his dark curly hair.

"Hi," he greets you, chomping playfully on his gum, which draws attention to the curve of luscious, full lips and the sexy stubble on his chin.

"Good afternoon," you manage, reminding yourself to continue scanning his groceries.

"Afternoon?" He shoots back, nodding toward the darkened windows at the front of the store. "It's 9:15."

"Oh. Right," you sheepishly chuckle.

"Long day?" the handsome man genuinely questions.

Your first instinct is to shrug him off with the run-of-the-mill small talk that comes as naturally as breathing to you, as a cashier.

But something happens - a contradiction that has your heart tripping over itself.

His eyebrows shift curiously, like a puppy, while, at the same time, a smug smirk curls the corner of that mouth.

"Uhh, yes," you admit, pausing, "the longest."

"I'm sorry," he sincerely returns, reaching to swipe his next grocery item for you. "Must be busy this time of year."

"Oh, god...sorry," you stammer, reaching to finish up his order.

"'S okay," he shrugs one shoulder. "You gonna be able to get out of here soon?"

"Not soon enough," you joke. "If I hear 'Jingle Bells' one more time, I can't be held responsible for my actions."

"Hmm," he nods and then he sings, "Dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleeeiigghh..."

"Nooo, please stop," you find yourself laughing. Out loud. When was the last time you laughed?

"Are you sure? Because I do all the hits. Siiiilent niiiight - "

"Oh my god," you giggle, "you have a terrible voice."

He pretends to be offended, "Is this how you treat all your customers?" The corners of his warm brown eyes crinkle with amusement, letting you know he's still teasing. "Because if you smile at everybody like that, you must be the best cashier in this place."

"Could you hurry it up?" A grouchy customer behind this gorgeous man interjects, almost bouncing on her toes.

And just like that, you're deflated. This is why you don't waste your time caring. No point, no time to truly connect. Everyone is in such a damn hurry, especially this time of year.

"Sorry," you mumble, flustered as you start to bag the man's groceries.

"Hi, I'm Santiago," he greets the grinch behind him. "And this is... " he glances back at you, reading off your name tag. "Been a long day. Just trying make 'em smile. I'll get out of your way."

He flashes a stunning, yet disarming smile and the woman falters.

"Oh. I-it's okay."

"Thanks," he nods, shifting his attention back to you.

You give him the total. “Hang in there,” he winks. “Bet this place would fall apart without you.”

He leaves you stupefied, but smiling.

You can’t even remember the last time someone showed kindness and warmth to you, a simple cashier - let alone made you laugh.

The remaining 27 minutes of your shift feel a little lighter.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

One week later…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Dashing through the snoooowww…”

Your eyes snap up to find Mr. Handsome next in your checkout line.

“This is gonna get awkward if you don’t remember me.” His dark eyebrows shoot up questioningly.

“Santiago…right?” Your cheeks feel warm as he flashes you that smile.

“Guilty,” he chuckles. “I really am dying to see what happens when ‘Jingle Bells’ pushes you over the edge.”

“Don’t try me,” you laugh, scanning his grocery items. "Nobody wants me to lose control in here."

"Maybe somewhere else then," he cooly suggests, with the cutest eyebrow wiggle. "Maybe a restaurant? Or a bar? We could grab a drink when you get off?"

Your mouth drops open. "That...was..."

"Pretty smooth, right?" He grins. "Yeah, I've found that singing off key holiday songs is the way to go."

You laugh for about the twentieth time since you met Santiago.

And you go for that drink.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

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CFWC Holidays 2023 - Week 6

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA | 🌟= Holidays 2023

BIG SKY COUNTRY

The Christmas Tree ✒️🌟| Sawyer Oakley x MC - @eadanga

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BABY

The Christmas Gift ✒️🌟| Cole Stone x F!MC - @eadanga

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Beneath the Mistletoe ✒️🎨🌟| Blades F!MC, MC - art by @callmebeem fic by @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

Airport ✒️🌟| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @stars-are-within-me for @jerzwriter

Angel ✒️🌟| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @stars-are-within-me for @jerzwriter

Cookies ✒️🌟| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @stars-are-within-me for @jerzwriter

Out of the Rain ✒️🌟| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @trappedinfanfiction

Trystan Thorne x F!MC Fanart 🎨🌟 by @fairymatchmaker

Trystan Thorne x F!MC Holiday Fanart 🎨🌟by @hydn-jpg for @a-cloud-for-dreams

Trystan Thorne x MC 🎨🏳️‍🌈🌟by @choices-ceri

Well Timed Levity ✒️🌟| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @moominofthevalley

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

The Blizzard ✒️🌟| Gabe Ricci x F!MC - @eadanga

Partner ✒️🏳️‍🌈🌟| Joaquin Morales x NB!MC - @noesapphic for @hydn-jpg

THE NANNY AFFAIR

Christmas Romance ✒️🌟| Sam Dalton x MC - @eadanga

OPEN HEART

A Cozy Christmas ✒️🏳️‍🌈🌟| Ethan Ramsey x M!MC - @storyofmychoices for @peonyblossom

A Tall Order ✒️🎨🌟| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Art by @weetlebeetle Fic by @jerzwriter for @zealouscanonindeer

Among Presents ✒️🌟| Bryce Lahela x F!OC - @ladylamrian for @peonierose

Falling for You ✒️🎨🌟| Tobias Carrick x F!MC - art by @weetlebeetle fic by @jerzwriter

The Greatest Gift ✒️🎨🌟| Bryce Lahela x F!OC - @storyofmychoices

Holiday Cheer ✒️🎨🌟| F!MC, F!MC, F!OC Art by @weetlebeetle Fic by @storyofmychoices

Impossibly Perfect ✒️🎨🌟| Bryce Lahela x F!OC - art by @/artsy-elii (IG) fic by @storyofmychoices

Lahela Christmas 🎨🌟| Bryce Lahela x F!OC by @/artsy-elii (IG) (C:@storyofmychoices)

Oh, Christmas Tree ✒️🌟| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @socalwriterbee

Rafael Aveiro Holiday Art 🎨🌟 by @sazanes

Santa (or not) ✒️🌟| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @trappedinfanfiction

The Secret Gift ✒️🌟| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @zealouscanonindeer

You're All I Need ✒️Ⓜ️🔥🌟| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Auld Lang Syne ✒️🌟| Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles

Ball Drop ✒️🌟| Drake Walker x F!MC - @angelasscribbles

Blame it on the Mistletoe | Liam Rys x F!OC - @kristinamae093 ✒️🌟

Liam Rys x MC Holiday Art 🎨🌟 by @rosefuckinggenius (C: @kristinamae093)

CROSSOVERS

Immortal Desires / It Lives Anthology

Jouluyö - Christmas Night ✒️🏳️‍🌈🌟| Various Pairings - @aallotarenunelma

[lizzie-bennetdarcy]

Happy December, pals!!! ❄️

I was tagged by @stereopticons to share my winter/holiday fics to help get into the seasonal mood, which is certainly something I need right now.

I've really only got one! But it's one of my favorite Schitt's Creek fics I've written, so I hope you enjoy 😘

A taste of you

So here he is, alone. In this stupid Elmdale strip mall, in a space he is certain does not live up to health code standards. He looks around the room and sees mostly couples, which only serves to drive home the fact that he is so, so very single this holiday season.

Or...

David and Patrick meet at random at a holiday cake pop decorating class

Tagging @smblmn @treluna4 @a-noble-dragon @mammameesh @jesuisici33 my love @hippolotamus @myheartalivewrites @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @magicandarchery @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @heybuddy-drabbles @daisymae-12 to share your winter fics!

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Fics with winter and holiday themes as the main theme and/or setting.

Be sure to show the authors plenty of love with your comments, kudos and reblogs!

❄️ More fic recs can be found at the fic register, here. Not quite what you're looking for? Tell us what you had in mind, here! -> 💌

Snowed In, Cold Weather & Winter Blues Baby, it's cold outside! Grab yourself a cuppa, curl up by the fire and dive into these cozy winter reads.

❄️ Hot Water Bottle by@carrotcakecrumble | LuxLox [T, 1K] “Hawk?” He calls, the sound rubbery and weak, like a first step into fresh snow.

The latch answers, knocking back on the wood solidly, scraping and hissing. The door yawns half-open, Hawk standing in the hollow of its lamp-lit throat. He doesn’t say anything, he looks wet, almost dripping. A lock of hair collapses into his eye. He doesn’t blink.

Or, Tim goes to Hawk’s apartment in the middle of winter.

❄️ When You Know, You Know by sockka19* [G, 2K] “For me?” He looks at Hawk with the biggest doe brown eyes. He chuckles as Tim begins to plant small kisses all across Hawk’s face. Who would Hawk be to ever deny those beautiful eyes? “Okay fine, tonight.”

And there Hawk stood, staring at the ice skating rink, wondering what the hell he got himself into.

Or, Tim and Hawk go ice skating.

❄️ In Sickness and Health by Kimora_V* [G, 1K] Sets in modern times, Tim gets ill just before Christmas, and Hawk is there to take care of him. As his boyfriend.

❄️ A Joy, Hard Learned by @partialresonance | partialresonance [E, 12K, WIP 4/6] Tim and Hawk get snowed in together.

Later, Tim comes back from the war a changed man.

☃️ Christmas Fluff If you're still in the holiday spirit or just missed them the first time around, here are a few fics to make you wish you were under the mistletoe.

❄️ This Year's For Me and You by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K, WIP 1/2] It's Christmas 2023, and Hawk has a surprise for Tim.

❄️ It's That Time Of Year (When The World Falls In Love) by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 3K] Tim had to admit that he loved this time just as much as he did the sleepy yet energetic celebration of Christmas Day. This brief snippet of time between walking through the door Christmas Eve and curling himself around his slumbering partner, snug and warm, upstairs in their bed.

Or, A Christmas Eve in the Laughlin-Fuller household.

❄️ Cheek to Cheek by Iviviendo* [NR, 1K] A special guest arrives unannounced at the Laughlin house on Christmas Day in 1953. ❄️ Christmas Dreams by @palfriendpatine66 | palfriendpatine66 [E, 3K] Tim dreams of a Christmas spent together with Hawk in New York after their Christmas gift exchange shown in Season 1, Episode 4 "Your Nuts Roasting on an Open Fire"

❄️ The Fairy Tale Of New York by Cozy_coffee* [G, 815] A fill for the comment_fic prompt: any, any, you will get a pleasant surprise.

❄️ 'tis the damn season by @satelarry | satelarry [M, 16K] This year's Christmas celebration isn't like the others because Tim invites his closest friends to celebrate it with him and Hawk.

A lot of unexpected things can happen before that. ❄️ Sure As The Stars Shine Above by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Modern AU. Hawk misses his Skippy.

❄️ I Guess I've Got The Christmas Blues by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [E, 5K] Tim Laughlin stood in front of Hawk, one hand still raised as if to continue banging on the door, his tweed jacked dotted with snowflakes. Water droplets were trapped on his glasses, maybe from melted snow. But with how red-rimmed his eyes were, there might have been teardrops on his glasses as well.

Hawk’s slightly intoxicated reflexes took a moment to spring into action upon seeing Tim. “Skippy,” he grinned, “what, did you miss me that much? I’ll still be here after New Year’s.”

Tim’s face screwed up in a look of righteous fury that Hawk knew meant an argument was coming. And before he could react, Tim was shoving Hawk backwards and into the apartment, slamming the door behind them. “You absolute ass!”

Or, Tim confronts Hawk about his being investigated by the M Unit.

🥂 New Year’s Eve

Crack open the bubbly, find someone to kiss at midnight, or better yet, stay home and catch up on these New Year's Eve fics.

❄️ Now I Know What A Fool I've Been by sockka19* [G, 3K] “One.” They both say at the same time before Tim pulls him in for a death defying kiss. Tim wraps his arm around Hawk's neck to deepen it, while Hawk gladly obliges. They stay in the kiss, neither one wanting the moment to end. Hawk reluctantly broke the kiss apart to say something, but not before he placed another kiss on Tim’s nose. “Happy new year, Skippy.” “Happy new year, Hawk.” Tim couldn’t wait to see what the new year brought him. Or, the New Year's fic I needed because they didn't spend Christmas together. ❄️ Love Light and Tenderness by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Before they can run away together, Hawk has a little surprise for Tim. Part 2 of Bravery

❄️ I Will Not Ask You (Neither Should You) by procr_stination* [G, 2K] "I could have made that my New Year's resolution," Tim told Frankie a few days ago in an apologetic tone. "To meet more people?"

"I'd tell you what your resolution should be, but you'd get defensive," he responded, not even looking in his direction. Yet, Tim knew he wasn't getting out of this conversation before Frankie spoke his mind. "It starts with 'Stay away' and ends with 'from Hawkins Fuller."

"I am not—"

"See? Defensive already."

*Authors: If your tumblr (or other socials) isn’t linked, and you'd like it to be, let me know and I'll be happy to add it. Or, if you are linked, and you'd rather not be, please contact me and I will remove it.

[jerzwriter]

The way I screamed when I saw this commission! The artwork is by the simply lovely, delightful & talented @rosefuckinggenius. If you have never commissioned her, you should! Rose, you're the absolute best, my dear! Thank you for bringing my babies to life this holiday season!

All is Merry & Bright

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Other Characters: Bryce Lahela, @mydemonsdrivealimo's Jensen Valentine, Vivian Carrick (F!OC), Jordan Carrick (M!OC) Words/Rating: 1,200 / Teen Summary: It's their second Christmas with little Samantha, and the Carricks are getting ready to take their Christmas card photo. As Uncle Jordan sets up the perfect shot, Grandma Vivian, Bryce, and Jensen provide the commentary. A/N: In my timeline, this would be taking place in Christmas of 2024.

With their coffee orders securely in hand, Tobias stepped into the vestibule of his townhome, careful to make sure ‘Hurricane Samantha’ wasn’t underfoot. A year ago, he and Casey wondered what it would be like when she began to walk and talk; now they knew, it only added to the joyful chaos they had come to know and love. It was as familiar as the warm vanilla cinnamon scent that had filled the air ever since Casey moved in and as welcoming as his wife’s loving embrace or his daughter’s smile at the end of the day.

He smiled as he placed the snowflake bedecked cups on their dining room table. The last four years of his life bore no resemblance to the thirty-six that had preceded it, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was broken from his thoughts when he heard his brother's desperate pleas from the adjacent room. He was doing his best to keep Samantha occupied, but she was quicker than he thought, and the bowl of red, silver, and green-wrapped Hershey kisses was too tempting. As the toddler's tiny hand reached up and attempted to grab the bowl, Jordan was beginning to unravel.

“No, Sammy! No! I know Mommy and Daddy don't want you on a sugar high while before taking your Christmas pictures!”

But Samantha was undeterred.  “Yum-YUMS!” She yelled, the bowl about to topple when her eyes lit up as Tobias lifted her from behind, placing her high atop his shoulders in one swoop.

“Uncle Jordan’s right, pumpkin. Let’s save the sugaring up for after, OK?”

“Wow!” Jordan was astonished. “You said I was right!”

Tobias shot his brother a wiseass smirk. “Yeah, well, even a broken clock is right twice a day! Where is Casey, anyway.”

“Upstairs, finishing her makeup.”

“Still?”

“She was all done,” Jordan shrugged. “But then Ma and Jensen had... opinions... so they’re upstairs giving her a makeover.”

“Oh, shit!” Tobias laughed. “Then we’re safer down here with this little firecracker.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

The three were descending the stairs at that very moment, and Vivian was happy to interrupt her sons.

“Hate to disappoint you, boys. But we smelled that delicious coffee the moment you came in. There’s no keeping us away.”

“Gam-mah!” Samanta squirmed excitedly, throwing her arms her grandmother's way, and Vivian instantly forgot about her coffee.

“Oh, come here, my little angel!" She cooed, retrieving her from Tobias's arms. "That’s right! Tell Daddy that Grandma’s here. His services are no longer needed!”

“Really?” Tobias sneered. “Because with all your complaints of wanting another grandchild, I think my services are most certainly needed.”

Jensen dropped his coffee cup to the table with a thud. His eyes rose to the ceiling as he let out a disgusted sigh. “Jesus...putting up with this shit is not worth the free coffee.”

“Maybe not,” Tobias said, pointing to a few bags on the table. “But there are also cookies from Parziale’s, and I’m ordering in Chinese after the photo... free crab Rangoon, Jen...would that make it worthwhile?”

Jensen would have answered if he weren't too busy shoving cookies in his mouth. He tensed up for a second when Casey's arms encircled his waist. “That’s the only reason he puts up with us,” she grinned. “Free food.”

Tobias let out a slow whistle as he walked to his wife, making a show of looking overhead as he did.

“You don’t need mistletoe... you can just kiss me,” Casey teased, making Jordan snicker.

“And suddenly Jensen is thinking he can just buy his own crab Rangoon.”

“Nah, we just tune them out,” a buoyant voice blurted. Bryce stepped into the room, his smile brighter than the lights on the Christmas tree. He stood next to Jensen and placed a quick peck on his cheek. “Besides, food just tastes better on Tobias’s dime.”

“I’ll drink to that," Jordan smiled with a raised coffee cup.

Tobias studied Casey's face, then kissed her forehead. “Not bad! Not bad at all! Who won the makeup battle.”

“Clearly, it wasn't Jensen,” Casey smiled. “He thought a little punk edge to our family Christmas portrait would go a long way.”

“And I made it clear that my foot would go a long way...” Vivian interjected. “A long way up his ass if he thought I would allow that to happen.”

“ASS!” Samantha hollered, and everyone but Vivian broke into a fit of laughter.

“See what you make me do!” Vivian scolded as she whisked Sammy into the living room. “Making me say bad words in front of my grandbaby.”

“There is a swear jar in the kitchen," Jensen noted.

“Yeah," Bryce added. "Between us and her parents, her college education will be funded before she turns two.”

“Amen to that,” Tobias laughed.

“All right, guys, as fun as this is, do you think we can start taking the pictures?” Jordan requested. “I do have a date tonight.”

“Oh, do you?” Casey teased.

“Yep,” Jordan grinned, playfully smacking his brother. “Someone’s gotta keep the Carrick rep going since this one decided to settle down.”

“That’s not our rep!” Vivian shouted. “You’re not getting any younger either, Jordan! Who is this person? Do we know them?"

"I think I know him," Casey winked. "Make it quick; Vivian is itching to plan another wedding!"

“Oh, pleeeease do!” Bryce groaned. “Please get engaged so she’ll get off our backs.”

“Little Lahela, by now, I thought you understood that I am quite capable of nagging all of you at the same time!”

“Oh! Trust!” Tobias laughed heartily. “Trust! She is!”  

“All fun aside," Casey segued. " We should start the photos before it gets too close to Sammy’s naptime.”

“Yeah, we want to do it before my naptime, too,” Bryce added.

“You’re not in the photo,” Tobias reminded. “You can go nap now if you want."

“You know, I’m still insulted by that," Bryce complained. "Why aren’t we in the family photo?”

“Because you’re not their stepsons, no matter how much you may act like it," Vivian advised. "Now, if you want a family portrait, I suggest you two get mar...”

“Annnnd on that note, I’m going to our bedroom to nap,” Jensen announced before exiting the room.

Jordan was adjusting his camera when he teased. “I still don’t understand how those two have a key to your place, have a designated bedroom, and I don’t.”

"Uhm, we even have a little plaque with our names on the door," Bryce added gleefully. "It's bedazzled!"

“Contrary to what Ma says, they are the step-kids that came along with Casey when we got married.”

“Damn right!” Bryce nodded. “But now I'm going to join Jensen in our room. Let me know before you order Chinese, Dad. I may want to add a few things.”

“I would be shocked if you didn’t,” Tobias smiled.

“Sammy, come here, baby,” Casey beamed as her giggling little toddler wobbled over to her. “Let Mommy fix your sweater so we are all pretty for our picture!”

“I’ll admit,” Vivian observed. “Those sweaters wouldn't have been my pick, but they're definitely you two! Plus, they'll make for an adorable family Christmas card.”

Casey stopped what she was doing, exhaling as she snuggled under her husband’s arm. “Family Christmas card... our second. Can you even believe this?”

“Oh, do I hear disappointment there?” he asked sarcastically.

“Not even a little. But sometimes, I’m still astonished. How did we end up here?”

“Do I really have to explain how this came to be, Mrs. Carrick,” Tobias winked. "See, when a man and a woman fall in love...."

“OK, No!" Jordan insisted. “I don’t need to hear about how Sammy came to be.”

“No, we don’t,” Vivian agreed. “But I do need you to keep at it - in private! Because I sure would love a second grandbaby on next year’s card.”

“I think that’s her way of offering to babysit for us tonight,” Casey connived. 

Tobias pulled his wife and Sammy closer. “Then, that's our queue! Come on, let's get this picture over with."

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

@choicesholidays It fits a few, but let's go with ... it's a tradition. .

Tagging the rest separately.

[case-of-traxits]

Gifting Ideas

Okay, so I'm working on some of my holiday fics tonight, and I'm just curious... what sorts of gifts can you see the following characters bringing to a party for a gift exchange? Any gift headcanons?

Feel free to reply or shoot me an ask with your answer! If you don't want me to share it, you can shoot your ask on anon and I'll keep it private. <3

Reeve Tuesti.

Lazard Deusericus.

Genesis Rhapsodos.

Angeal Hewley.

Rufus Shinra.

Sephiroth.

Tseng.

[filet-o-feelings]

I was tagged by @stereopticons and @hippolotamus to share my holiday/winter fics. 💚❤️❄️

Further North

29k | David/Patrick | E (but a very light E, I could probably change it to M, I'm bad a gauging ratings!)

A blizzard hits town and leaves Patrick stranded in Schitt's Creek - an hour from home and seeking shelter after his car ends up in a snowbank.

Everything's Too Cold... But You're So Hot

28k | David/Patrick | E

When David's ex, Sebastien Raine, unexpectedly shows up in Schitt's Creek, David enlists the help of a stranger on the street to pretend to be his boyfriend in an attempt to get rid of Sebastien.

bundled up

7k/WIP | various Schitt's Creek relationships | T

a daily prompt collection of ficlets for December I got a bit burnt out after NaNoWriMo and finishing ETC... last year so I didn't end up finishing these, but I do plan to pick it back up and complete the final prompts this year. I've already written two more of them!

No pressure tagging @treluna4 @beaiola @statueinthestonetoo @tyfinn @wordthieve @mammameesh @a-noble-dragon @jamilas-pen and open tag ❤️