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[nenoname]

[beah388love]

Blueberries and Reactions…

Full Masterlist Lando Norris Masterlist

Pairing: Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have an allergic reaction.

Warnings: Allergy! Allergic reaction, swearing, bad language, reader crashes in car, reader gets injured, mentions of blood and bruises!!! (If I missed any please tell me!!!)

Author notes ++ (sorry abt how long I haven’t posted y’all - I’ve been busy with college sorryyyyy!)

You was unfortunately born with two allergies, both near life threatening and both very random. Your first one was ginger and the other was blueberries.

Lando knew about your allergies and it was his mission to protect from even being near a blueberry or ginger. He would check the ingredients on nearly anything you bought from the shops and he would double check it before you ate it and he was even worse when you went out to eat.

He would tell the waiter about your allergies sternly since you had too much social anxiety to do it yourself.

You found out your deathly allergy was when you was younger with your parents, they had given you a blueberry flavoured yogurt and nearly immediately you went bright red and itchy, you couldn’t breathe and was coughing like crazy until you threw up and fainted, you ended up having to go to A&E and nearly died…so that was the last time you went near a blueberry.

You also had a quite serious allergy to ginger. Thankfully though you had an epi-pen but the bad side is your absolutey petrified of needles.

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“C’mere you muppet” lando laughed as he wrapped his arms around your chest, you rested your chin on his crossed arms and rolled your eyes at his childishness. “Lan- I need to go to my garage” you argued and he lightly shook his head “no.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Are we really doing this?” You huffed and you could feel his smile on your cheek as he pressed a small kiss there, “there you are!” Max exclaimed making you and lando turn around to look at him.

“You’ve been looking for us?” You asked confused and he nodded “yeah- one of the engineers have been handing cupcakes for their birthday or something…I got you guys some” max smiled as he held out the two cupcakes towards you both and you both smiled.

“I probably shouldn’t eat before qualifying..” you said and lando shook his head handing you the cupcake anyway and not listening to your complaints.

“Ugh fine- thank you baby” you said as lando unwrapped it and handed it to you. “It’s actually pretty good, thanks mate” lando smiled and max waved off a your welcome before walking off.

“Oh yeah, y/n! Carlos is also looking for you!” Max yelled before walking away and you looked over to lando with a grin.

“I’ve gotta go baby” you said with a small pout and he huffed “I know…I’ll see you soon…good luck kiss?”

“Of course.” You smiled leaning in and placing a passionate kiss to his lips which he returned.

“I love you” he whispered placing another small kiss to the top of your nose making you scrunch it and giggle, “I love you too...” You whispered back before leaving to go to your garage.

“Finally! There you are! Qualifying starts in minutes! ” Carlos exclaimed throwing his hands about making you laugh.

“Sorry I’m late- I *cough* was busy *cough*” you coughed as you tried to clear your throat that was now scratchy “you okay?” Carlos asked with furrowed brows and you nodded. “Mhm..M’fine” you reassured him as you grabbed your helmet and placed it on your head.

You headed towards your car and climbed in, Carlos followed behind you also getting in his car. You blew lando a kiss from your helmet which he returned.

You tried to clear your throat a couple times but it was hard with a helmet on squishing your face. “Radio check?” Fred, your race engineer spoke through the radio and you cleared your throat once more “mhm, check, I can hear you loud and clear” you rasped out but fred shrugged it off.

Everything was going smoothly until you went round a corner and felt like you skipped a breath? It was weird and a new feeling. You didn’t have asthma so it couldn’t be that.

You tried to breathe in deeply but when you’re going 200mph it’s not that easy. “Fuck.” You gasped out and Fred furrowed his eyebrows “you alright?”

“Mhm.” You hummed not wanting to talk because every time you did it felt raw and you could feel your throat closing up?

“Y/n? Was that a yes or no?” Fred asked wanting a verbal answer and you rolled your eyes “yes.” You said and Fred could barely hear it.

You carried on the race and shrugged your sore throat off until your breathing got worse, you was now trying to breathe through your nose and Fred could hear your deep breathing through his headset “y/n? Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again and you tried to answer but nothing came out it was like all the air had been taken out of you.

You skin was itchy and felt like it was on fire, your eyes were watering and your vision was blurring.

“Y/n?” Fred repeated but you couldn’t respond. And then all of a sudden you felt lightheaded and your vision was ten times worse.

And then everything went black. The last thing you remembered was your head hitting the steering wheel and hearing Freds voice on the radio.

“Y/n?” Fred said now very concerned and even more when he saw you spin and crash into the wall. “Y/N? Y/n?! Can you hear me? Are you okay?!” Fred asked loudly into his mic but you was unconscious.

“RED FLAG! RED FLAG!” Fred shouted “Y/n! Isn’t responding!” Fred shouted quickly.

“Okay..Lando. I have just been informed that there has been a red flag.” Will said to Lando through the radio, “what happened?” Lando asked confused as he slowed down and drove to the pit lane.

“I uhm will talk to you in a sec.” Will said and Lando stiffened at his response. “Who is it?” Lando asked seriously.

“Lando- I will talk to you in a sec.” Will said and Lando clenched his jaw under his helmet.

“Fine.”

Lando bit his lip anxiously. Please don’t be y/n. Please don’t be y/n. He repeated to himself in his head as he got out of his car.

He yanked his helmet off and his Balaclava before rushing over to will, Zak was next to him waiting for Lando.

“Who was it?” Lando rushed out begging for an answer, “Lando-“ Zak said holding a hand on landis chest but Lando shrugged him off “who was it.” Lando repeated.

“It was y/n…y/n crashed into the wall.” Will said and Lando went pale. “Is she okay?! Where is she?!” Lando asked panicked and will and Zak tried to calm him down but all he wanted was to know you was safe.

He quickly ran over to see the crash and it was awful. Your car was wrecked and there was debris everywhere. But the worst part…he couldn’t see you.

“Where’s y/n?!” Lando hurriedly asked one of the men and he bit his lip “she’s still in the car- they’re trying to get her out now.” He said and Lando scrunched his eyes shut.

“Please be okay. Please be okay.” He thought to himself as he walked closer. He stood there anxiously playing with his hands and gripping the fence.

“She’s here! I need help!” A man shouted as he tried to carefully and gently pull you out of the car along with another man. “She’s conscious!” The man said as he grabbed his medical supplies.

“I- I can’t breathe” you mumbled out as you grabbed your throat, your skin felt like it was on fire but that wasn’t your big concern it was that you couldn’t breathe and your whole left side was bruised from the crash along with a big cut on your cheek that was bleeding and dripping onto your race suit.

“Y/n!” Lando shouted through the fence when he saw you on the race track but all the medics were covering you.

You felt another wave of dizziness and everything went black, the last thing you heard was landos voice calling your name.

Lando was sat next to your hospital bed, he sat on the floor and was holding your limo hand whilst he watched your face, looking for any movement.

“Hey mate? Do you want anything from the vending machine? You’ve been sat here for nearly four hours…” max asked and Lando sighed not taking his eyes off of you.

“Can you get me a pepsi or something please mate?” Lando said with a small sigh as he continued to look at you. Max nodded before leaving the room.

You stirred and opened your eyes to only be blinded by bright lights, you felt something on your hand and you looked down to see Lando staring at you shocked. “Y/n? Baby..?” Lando said under his breath before he jumped up and swallowed you in a hug.

You smiled “Lan? What happened why couldn’t I breathe?” You asked confused and touched your cheek feeling a bruise and a cut.

“Remember before the race we had those cupcakes?” Lando sighed and you nodded confused “well i found out that yours had blueberry icing and that’s what made you faint and struggle to breath…it’s all my fault- I should’ve checked like I usually do-” Lando rambled and you huffed.

“Lando- Do not blame yourself. If anything it’s my fault for not checking since it is my allergy” you said and Lando shook his head.

“I’m just glad you’re okay….you scared the shit out of me you know that?” Lando said making you laugh softly.

“Well I’m okay now so you don’t have to worry” you smiled and he took your hands in his “I will always worry.” He said placing a kiss on your lips.

“Mate I got you this since they didn’t have any pepsi- Y/n?!” Max cut himself off when he saw you was awake and you giggled at his reaction “you okay?” He asked you as he walked over and gave you a hug.

“Yeah..it’s nice to finally be able to breathe” you half-joked “yeah well don’t get used to it, Lando is gonna be clingy as fuc-“

“Shut up.” Lando mumbled as he snuggled close to you making you giggle.

Lando Norris added to his story

maxfewtrell: How tf can you let a blueberry nearly kill u dude

ynusername: stfu max- remember when u nearly died from a tomato?

maxfewtrell: hey! you pinky swore you wouldn’t talk abt that!

user1: oop- I’m interested 👀

Georgerussell: glad your okay 👍🏻 that crash looked pretty bad

ynusername: I’m alright, Lando is being a worrywart tho

Landonorris: sorry I’m worried abt my gf

Georgerusell: your new nickname is now worrywart.

Landonorris: *blocked*

User2: I literally screamed when I saw you was bleeding!

User3: omg and the radio recording-

User4: Omg yes! It sounded awful! You could hear Fred’s panic

McLaren: So happy you’re okay! We have already set a rule that blueberries are banned from the grid 🫐🙅

User5: LMAO YES

User6: 🫐❌

User7: I am LIVING for this joke now.

User8: 🫐❌

landonorris: 🫐🤺🤺

User9: MAKKASBEHAJNA

User10: NOT LANDO FIGHTING A BLUEBERRY

User11: 🫐❌

ynusername: I approve of this trend 🫐❌

“Alright chat. I think today we’re just gonna do some racing…? Does that sound good?” Max asked the stream and all the comments agreed.

User1: YESSSSSSS

User2: I need this after last weeks panic attack

User3: HIIIIIIII

User4: HOW IS Y/N?! WHERE IS SHEEEEEEE

Max couldn’t help but laugh at the second comment “yes- I think this is very much needed after y/n’s near death experience” max agreed and not long later Lando walked in his room to grab a hoodie.

“Are you stealing my clothes again?” Max asked turning around and Lando grinned.

“Maybe.”

“You streaming?” Lando asked “mhm why?” max hummed

“Mind if I join? I’m just having my dinner but I’m bored on my own” Lando said and max nodded with a smirk “yeah mate just get a chair.”

Lando grabbed his gaming chair and sat next to max, whilst he ate his dinner. Lando read through some of the chat whilst max focused on his game and was trying not to die.

User1: why does landos food look bomb af

User2: HIIIII

User3: where is our girllll

User4: is y/n okay?

User5: WHERES OUR FAV COUPLE

Lando smiled as he read the chats concern for you “y/n is okay chat- she’s sleeping in our bed right now. But she’s okay”

“She was literally having a pillow fight with you a couple hours ago” max laughed and Lando laughed and tried not to drop his food off his fork.

“Oh for fuck sake!” Max groaned and hit his controller on the desk whilst Lando laughed “how did you die on the level 2?”

“Shut up.” Max rolled his eyes hitting Lando on the head playfully whilst Lando held his hands up to protect his face.

“Lan?”

Lando and max both looked behind them to see you at the door, a huge blanket wrapped around you and your hair all messy from waking up.

“Y/n! You’re awake!” Max cheered and you smiled as you shuffled over to Lando and climbed on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into the crook of it.

“You okay?” Lando whispered into your ear and you nodded “You sure your cheek doesn’t hurt?” Lando asked you, moving his neck so he could take a look at your bruised and cut cheek.

“It hurts a little but it’s fine” you reassured him and he nodded “you hungry?” He asked you and you perked up making him smirk, you turned around to look at his plate.

“Want some?” He asked you “yes please baby” you nodded lightly. Lando picked up a mix of things on his fork and held it up to your mouth for you, you took a bite and rested your head on his shoulder “thank you baby”

“It’s alright” Lando said leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek but you quickly flinched at the pain. “Ah!” You hiss in pain

“Shit- Sorry-! Sorry! Sorry!” Lando repeated as he held you gently “you okay? Fuck I didn’t mean to- I forgot!” Lando apologised again and you smiled softly “stop apologising, I know you didn’t mean to.”

“You know every time I stream now my comment are just filled with blueberries and red crosses” max laughed as he scrolled through the chat as they spammed the emojis.

“It’s a running joke now. My sworn enemy.” You giggled, “I have been double checking everything chat! I have memorised labels!” Lando laughed and max nodded.

“He’s not lying- he has banned those blueberry flavoured sour stripes from the apartment! It’s like a prison in here” max joked and and Lando rolled his eyes.

“Yeah well I do not want another situation like last week or the month before that.” Lando said reminding me of last month when I accidentally used a blueberry scented shampoo.

“What happened last month?” Max asked confused

“I used this blueberry scented shampoo and obviously I didn’t know it was blueberry scented, it didn’t have anything about blueberries on it! And because it went in the bath water…My whole body went bright red and itchy- along with my head! It was awful.” You explained and Lando shook his head at the memory.

“It was awful.” Lando agreed

“Yeah. I hate blueberries.” You sighed as you took another bite from landos fork making him smirk.

Lando chuckled “babe- I’m not gonna have any dinner left.” He smiled and watched you pop the fork in your mouth, chewing the food.

Lando smirked and raised his brow “good?” And you nod with a grin “mhm..good.” You say and twirl some food onto the fork and hold it to his lips and he takes it happily.

“you two make me feel sick.” Max tuts and shakes his head as he focuses on his game.

[lostintransist]

Seamstress | Part 3

Check out part 1 here. AO3

Simon noticed first. Some of his pants, he only had five pairs he rotated between, had gone missing from the laundry. Not terribly unusual, things get mixed up all the time. But when they reappeared worn spots had been patched, his pockets had been fixed, and all the little annoying seams that didn’t lay flat had been tacked down.

Kyle put a hole in the armpit of his favorite shirt, it went missing the next day and reappeared better than before. Roach lost many of his hats to the laundry, but within a week they all reappeared, cleaner and fixed. It wasn’t until Johnny couldn’t find his favorite pair of pants, his lucky pants that he couldn’t take on a mission because they were missing, that they started to talk to each other about the matter.

John called them a bunch of muppets, rolled his eyes, and walked away when the conversation started up about their laundry going missing. First, they examined the schedule for any overlap of their clothes being put into the laundry and their clothes going missing. Nothing stands out, most of the people serving in the laundry are there on assignment and rotate out before clothes are returned.

With this avenue exhausted the guys sit around thinking, pondering.

“What if they aren’t getting picked up by the laundry?” Roach slowly voices his question, as if putting it together only as the words leave his mouth.

Simon picks up the thread next.

“Who has access to our rooms? Laundry obviously, but we have ruled them out. Who else?”

“Base commanders, cleaning staff, Price. I can’t think of anyone else,” Soap shifts, stretching the toe of his boot to sit against Ghost’s.

“Has anyone looked into where Price has been going when he is in late some mornings?” Gaz squints as he thinks.

“Now there’s a thought,” Ghost tilts his head to one side. “Question becomes, do we access his bank account or follow him?”

They all looked at him, waiting for his decision.

“Price guards his phone harder than nuclear codes, I vote we follow him,” Roach chimes in.

“Good point. Anyone have a requisitioned tracker we could tag him or his car with?” Ghost looks over each of his men.

Soap, and Roach both shake their heads. Gaz scrunches his nose and then sighs.

“I want it back when this is over. It was a hard one to get my hands on.”

Ghost nods, accepting the responsibility to get it back to him. They tagged Price’s car that same day. Waiting for any of their clothes to go missing they watched the tracker. Johnny got a tad impatient and ended up ripping off a belt loop off when it got caught on a door handle instead of walking back and getting unstuck. He made a big deal of it too.

“Christ on a cracker,” he growled at the annoyance. Johnny, being a smooth operator, made sure John saw it before he turned in for the night.

Sure enough, the next night the pants were missing from the laundry. Johnny checked the laundry room for them before confirming to the guys that John had taken the bait. The tracker placed John near the manufacturing district in a designated parking lot, but nothing specific.

Johnny’s pants reappeared, clean, the next day with the regular laundry delivery. But they had a starting point. Roach scoured the internet for any business that might fix clothes but found nothing within walking distance. Must be an unlisted or newer business they figured. The following morning, they all skived off morning training that, while encouraged, was not mandatory.

Parking in the same lot that John had the guys split up. Each man took one side of the street and started down a direction eyes scouring each storefront and entrance until Ghost sent out a shrill whistle. Barely checking for cars the men darted for their L.T. who stood in front of a small shop squished between a cobbler and a bakery. The front window simply read ‘Seamstress’.

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You sang along to Disney music this morning. It seemed fitting, as you were stitching together a party dress for a small princess. Her birthday was coming, and she wanted a purple princess dress like Rapunzel but big like Cinderella. Gotta hand it to the kid, that made it easy to design with her dad. This would be the second version she stitched up. The first one fit, until kiddo woke up one morning an inch taller.

When the shop bell dinged you reached around your sewing machine to lower the volume of your music.

“One moment!” You called over the sound of the small engine working loudly. You remembered it was about time for a tune-up on the old thing.

The stitches completed you turn and stand. Four men of varying sizes and heights stand at your counter. Two of them are pretty, no other word for it, and the other two are covered up than some of your niqab-wearing customers.

“Hi, what can I help you with?”

One of the pretty ones, with a mohawk, spoke for the group.

“We were wondering if you could tell us what you do here.”

Leaning to one side you confirmed that your sign still clung to the window in paint. Standing straight again you cocked an eyebrow at the man.

“Pretty sure I’m a seamstress, window says so.”

The tall covered one snorts.

Mohawk sends a glare back at his companion.

“What does that mean? What do you do exactly?” The shorter covered one asks.

“Seamstresses typically create clothes, though I do a lot of repairs too. Why? Are any of you needing repairs done? I can work on suits however I would recommend you out to a local tailor for that, suits are something they specialize in.”

You weren’t nervous. They all had a deadly energy about them, but it wasn’t directed at you.

“How much for a kilt repair?” Mohawk asked, confirming the placement of the accent.

“That would depend on the damage and the cost of the cleaning. Any articles that stay with me overnight get sent to a dry cleaner, it’s built into the charge.”

Waking your tablet you pull up pricing.

“Restoration will run you more than run-of-the-mill repairs, but with the repairs, the kilt will be stored in acid-free paper to keep it from deteriorating.” Glancing up once again you find every pair of eyes on you.

You were starting to regret the lack of a panic button in your shop.

The other pretty one spoke up now.

“Can you tell us if a certain customer has been here? A John Price for example?”

“I am not in the habit of sharing my customer’s habits, no.”

Both pretty men lifted a brow.

“If I show you a picture, would you tell us if you’ve seen this man then, without confirming if he is a customer?” The tallest one asked.

“I think you should leave. Though feel free to call for a recommendation for a seamstress if you need any work done,” you give them your pretty, I’m a weak woman and don’t yell at me smile.

The breath between your words ending and their bodies moving drags into eternity. When their bodies edged through the door and down the sidewalk a way you flicked the lock shut on the front door.

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“You have one new message.” The robotic voice droned at John. “First new message: Hi John, this is the owner of Your Local Seamstress calling. I have your repairs completed, feel free to come and pick them up during business hours, six am to one pm or four pm to seven pm Tuesday through Saturday.”

A lingering pause, John can tell the message hasn’t ended.

“I did want to mention I had a…weird interaction today with a group of men looking for you. Two pretty men and two men covered tip to toe, asked for you by name. Not sure if you might know who they are but I figured I would pass along the information. Please feel free to give me a call if you have any questions.” She gave the shop number as if he didn’t have it memorized at this point.

“To replay this message press one, to delete press seven, to save press nine, for more options press six.” The robot is speaking to him again.

Slamming his thumb into the end call button John missed corded phones and the satisfaction of slamming the phone into the cradle. His muppets had scared his girl.

Part 2 | Part 4

Masterlist

[mynameisjag]

For @help-i-need-a-cool-username

Sorry it took so long!

MCU Poolverine meets 97' pre-Morpherine?

Scott has a bad day...

“Are they…chittering at each other?”

“Like fucking stressed out cats.”

Sure enough, that was the sound.

“I’m sorry, he usually isn’t so…”

“Feral? Mine is, it’s good for them to let loose once in awhile, keeps the angry muppet faces from happening too often.”

“Yours does it too?,” Morph turned toward their new…friend?...acquaintance?, “so, I’m Morph and the short man doing the impression of a guard dog is Wolverine.”

“Deadpool and the taller man acting like a cat on catnip is my Wolverine! I like how yours is a short King with blue hair.”

“Thank you? Umm, yours is,” currently ripping a car tire off and chucking at his Logan, “destroying Cyclop's car?”

“Yeah, he does that, it makes him feel better.”

The tire went sailing by them as Logan dodged it, rolling out of the way, only to get tackled as soon as he stood up.

“What is going on out here-what happened to my car!?”

Sure enough, Scott was standing at the top of the mansion stairs having just exited, car keys dangling in one hand as he watched the visitor Logan get thrown backwards into it, turn midair to position himself to springboard off the car back towards the other Wolverine. The force of the ricochet pushing the vehicle sideways into the stone fence wall, getting stuck half through it.

“I was gone less then five minutes, I just came back to grab my wallet?!”

“The girls are fighting,” Deadpool ignores the confused look the X-men leader sent his way, and cupped his hands around his covered mouth, “Hey, Peanut, stop playing and come say hi. You’re making us look rude!”, he turned back to Morph, hands now going to his hips, “I’ve swear I’ve taught him manners, though maybe using whiskey as a motivator isn’t the best thing to teach him with.”

Both of the fighting men glanced over at the group, huffing a little before putting back their claws, still giving each other the side eye as they started to walk over.

Scott took a deep breath through his nose, turning toward his team member that wasn’t destroying the yard, “Morph, care to explain.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, the sky opened up and this two fell on top of us and Logan took some real offensive to be squished.”

“Took offensive to them squishing you, you can’t spring back up like I can.”

“Awe, there’s that Wolvie overprotection, a universal trait.”, the red clad hero threw his arm around his partner's shoulders and laying his head against his.

“I will and have thrown you into a mob of gunfire.”, the other Wolverine accepted the touches, even going as far as to look more relaxed.

“Only because you know I like it!”

Morph shared a look with their world’s Logan, the other giving a one shoulder shrug in confusion.

Scott seemed just as confused, “I’m sorry, he throws you into bullets?”

“Worried about little ole me!? Don’t be getting your Superhero panties in a twist, bullets can’t do shit to me, besides I enjoy it. Getting him riled up and being tossed across whole rooms is part of the fun of it.”

“Who are you two? Why are you destroying our stuff?”

“Jeez, Introductions again, fine, I’m Deadpool, again, and this is my Wolverine, again, if it gets too confusing for you to keep up with who is who, well, I like to call him, Peanut, Majesty, Honey Badger, Furiosa, Papi, Mami, Angel Face, Babygirl-“

“If you don’t pick something to call me, he is going to keep going.”

“-my meow meow, homeslice from the deep woods, Jessica-“

“Jessica?”

“Jessica it is!,” the man turned and pressed his covered lips to his partners cheek, giving a dramatic kissing sound, “Muah, the Jessica to my Roger Rabbit, the movie version of course.”

“Jessica”, let out a deep tired sounding sigh, “Just call me James.”

Scott turned toward the destroyed car then back to them, “Jessica.”

The newly dubbed ‘Jessica’ face went from neutral to scowling, Deadpool pinched his cheek, “and there’s the angry muppet face back with full force!”, he caught himself from falling over as he was shrugged off, giggling slightly as he refocused on the three bystanders, “Any who, you and everyone else is probably wondering what the hell is going on, and the truth is-“

“-Dumbass here ass dialed us to the wrong universe.”

Morph watched as Logan seemed to sniff the air, taking a half step toward the other him, who instantly noticed, they themselves ignored the situation that was about to happen and refocused on the man in red, “How do you “ass dial” to the wrong universe?”

“Mostly by failing a split and falling hard on the device in your back pocket, that may or may not be stolen, which takes you, your partner and your kids that were nearby into another universe-oh fuck-we gotta find mini-Wolvie and little Miss Mary.”

“Who?”

“Mine and Jessica’s babygirls! Mini takes right after her Daddy and Mary has my good looks!”

Morph blinked, “You two…together…have kids?”

“The dog is not a our kid!”, the Wolverine’s were circling each other again, more curious then ready to fight again.

“But you agree your mini is both of ours!”

Another slow blink before Morph leaned closer to Deadpool, ignoring Scott heading toward his destroyed car and the other two sniffing each other?, they plastered a big smile on their face, “So kids, partners, cute nicknames, sounds like you two are close.”

“More then just close, but don’t you worry, I’m pretty sure I don’t exist in this world, little off limits apparently, sooo,” the merc pulled the other closer to him, shoulder to shoulder as he directed their attention over to the two Wolverines trying to pull the car out of the fence wall as Scott directed them, “I gotta make sure my boy is taken care of in all worlds, and since I’m not here, that leaves that responsibility to you!”

“Excuse me, why would-“

“-Nope! No excuses with me around, either you get your shit together or I’m going to see if two Logan’s can live together, most likely no, but it will be fun to find out! Like having a full course meal with a little dessert on the side. Someone is going to be overstuffed in the end.”

The car rolled by them sideways, coming to a stop upside, Morph just sighed fondly as Logan waved at them before jumping up on the vehicle, the variant right behind them as they both stared down a fuming Scott, “How can you stay mad at him, look at him, he’s never seen the top of a shelf before.”

“See you get it, I bet you’re his Roger Rabbit too.”

They're side-eye could kill a person, “What does that mean?”

“Simple, you can make him laugh," there was a nonchalant one shoulder shrug, "you've already got a place in his heart with that gesture alone."

“…oh…”

“Look at that face, realization baby, bet his nose scrunches up and he snorts, bet he play fights with you, bet you get drinks together-“

“-please shut up, I’m having a crisis.”

“You’re an X-man…X-person?, whatever, you should be used to crisis, both personal and external by now, so nut up buttercup, we are going to get you your little stinky bear cat."

Deadpool gave them an enthusiastic thumbs up...Morph just sighed in resignation.

[noisydelusionlove]

Chapter 9: Night Out

Pairings: Poly141xOriginal Character, GazxOriginal character, SoapxOriginal Character

Warnings: Medical inaccuracies, military inaccuracies, Alpha/Beta/Delta/Omega Dynamics, Alcohol, Kissing, Dancing, Drunk characters and questionable decisions

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A/N: Kind of a little ‘let loose’ chapter for the Betas and our little Omega

Aurora smiles as she walks through the halls with Kyle, his linen and spearmint scent filling her lungs, causing her to relax naturally. She is surprised at how much she missed his scent. As they approach the rec room the smell of rain and citrus hits her nose, the unmistakable scent of Johnny. As they enter the room she sees Johnny relaxing on the couch. His hair is wet, freshly showered it seems, and he’s in casual clothes, a black t-shirt that looks a few sizes too tight, and a pair of jeans whose size is also questionable on him. He beams when he sees Aurora walk in, taking a deep breath in her scent as he rises to his feet. “Missed me, Bonnie?” He says as Aurora reacts by instinct, her Omega drawn to the Beta scent. She walks over and wraps him in a hug that he quickly returns. “Maybe I should have left on a mission sooner.” Johnny jokes as he hugs her back, letting her go when she pulls away.

”I’m going to shower and get ready, had to stop and grab my favorite medic beforehand.” Kyle jokes as he walks out of the room. Aurora raises an eyebrow as she looks at Johnny. “Get ready?” she says curiously as Johnny smirks. “Yeah, we just got back from a mission so we are all heading to the bar just off base. I wanted to ask you to join us since you’re a part of this pack now.” He smiles as Aurora looks up at him for a moment, considering if she should mix any amount of alcohol and the men in this pack. After a moment she sighs. “Fine, let me go get ready.” she laughs as Johnny practically jumps for joy as she turns and heads to her room to change.

Thirty minutes later Aurora is dressed in her casual clothes, a pair of black flare-leg pants, a cropped band t, and her Converse, never having been one for heels. Her hair is down in its naturally wavy state and she even threw on a bit of eyeliner and mascara. She grabs her phone, making sure her credit card, military ID, and regular ID are in place as she steps out of her room and heads back to the rec room to meet the boys. When she walks in she notices everyone in casual clothes, mostly jeans and too-tight t-shirts, but John has on a button-up, and Ghost has on a black hoodie with a black surgical mask covering the lower half of his face. They all stop chattering when she enters and Aurora can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable at all the eyes on her.

Kyle walks up to her and holds his hand out. “Phone please ma’am.” He smiles as Aurora hands him her phone curiously. “Why?” she asks as he asks her to unlock it. She watches as he programs a few numbers into her phone before pulling out his phone and sending a text. She hears her phone go off and when she looks she sees a new group chat with all of the 141 members, including her. “Soap tends to get drunk and wander off so I want to make sure everyone can contact each other tonight.” He smiles as Aurora nods. John heads to the door holding keys as he calls out “Alright let's go ya muppets the sooner we leave the sooner I'm dragging a drunk Soap and Gaz home.” Aurora laughs as she follows behind him with Kyle walking next to her. “He’s always the designated driver, Ghost rides shotgun so that means it's a sergeant club in the backseat.” Kyle jokes as Aurora shakes her head.

They head outside and pile into a black SUV. Aurora sits in the backseat between Kyle and Johnny. She’s thankful that the SUV is roomy or else she would be squished between the two walls of muscle on either side of her. “Rules, since Sargeant Lee is new to our nights out,” John calls out as he drives. “You can drink whatever, but if me or Ghost cuts you off you’re done. You do not leave with anyone that you don’t know, if they want to meet you back at the barracks and they have clearance to get on base that’s fine.” John says, Ghost tries to hide his growl at the idea of Aurora bringing someone back to her room. “Try to not get into any brawls unless you want the night to end abruptly. If you’re made uncomfortable by some drunk Alpha or even Beta find one of us and we will handle it. Just be safe and try to not get too stupid. Also, do not throw up in this vehicle or you will be scrubbing it.” John finishes as Johnny and Kyle say “Yes sir.” With Aurora echoing right behind them.

”We honestly just get a table and drink, maybe play some pool, and if I can get Johnny drunk enough we dance. Do you dance?” Kyle says as he leans over to talk to Aurora. “Hmm, after a few drinks, I might.” She jokes as she gives a playful wink causing Kyle to let out a laugh. The car stops and Aurora sees that they’ve arrived at the bar, it was right off base it seems. The group piles out of the SUV and Aurora follows behind the group as they head inside. John heads to find a table to accommodate the group. He finds a corner booth and motions for Aurora to slide in “middle” he mumbles as Aurora slides into the middle of the seat. Kyle slides in to her right with John next to him, and Johnny to her left with Ghost next to him. John stands after everyone is seated. “I already know the orders for all of them, Aurora what would you like?” He asks as she looks at him. She glances around at the others, debating on trying to fit in with a hardened military crowd and go for Whiskey or go for what she wants, a more fruity cocktail.

”Get whatever you want, we won’t judge.” Johnny whispers as he notices her slight unease. She turns and smiles at him “Just a vodka cranberry for now.” She says and he smiles. Kyle smirks as he looks at him. “Shots?” He asks which causes John to groan as Kyle puts on his best puppy dog eyes. John grunts before walking away. Aurora laughs as she shakes her head at him. After a moment John returns with a tray of glasses. He sits Aurora’s drink down in front of her before placing a bourbon in front of Ghost, a bourbon for him, beers in front of Johnny and Kyle, and 6 clear shots in the middle of the table. Aurora raises an eyebrow “Six?” she asks curiously. Kyle smirks as he laughs. “Price and Ghost won’t be doing them, so it’s two for each of us, for now.” He says which causes Aurora to roll her eyes as she sips her drink.

”So, how are you enjoying your first week?” Johnny asks as he drinks his beer. Aurora smiles as she angles her body slightly towards him to answer. “It’s been fun. I worked some shifts at the hospital while you were on your mission.” She says with a smile. Half an hour later John and the boys are playing pool while Aurora sits on a bar stool watching. She is on her third drink, Johnny and Kyle have each finished three beers, and the three of them have each taken three shots. Aurora is feeling a good buzz and is smiling as she watches the boys banter and argue over the game of pool. After a moment she feels a hand on her hip and an unfamiliar scent hits her nose. She turns and looks at who is touching her and sees a blonde man she thinks she’s seen a few times in the mess hall.

”Hi there I’m Grayson.” The man says, he reeks of alcohol and his scent is not pleasing on Aurora’s nose at all. “Let me buy you a drink.” He says, either ignoring the scent of annoyance rolling off of the Omega, or not caring. Aurora lets out a small warning growl. “I’ll let you keep that hand if you remove it right this second.” She snaps. Grayson’s eyes widen slightly, shocked that an Omega wouldn’t be charmed by an Alpha flirting with them. “I’m just trying to get to know you princess.” He purrs out, trying to push his scent out to impress her. Aurora lets out a louder growl, this time the team hears and all four members of the 141 have turned their attention to the Alpha currently flirting with her. Aurora sighs as she reaches down and grabs the hand on her wrist, digging in with her nails slightly. “I’m warning you.” She says as she snarls slightly. The Alpha looks at his hand before scoffing and pulling away. “Whatever.” He grumbles as he walks off, mumbling under his breath, Aurora is sure he’s calling her names that she can’t hear over the music. Ghost goes to follow him but is stopped by John placing a hand on his chest and shaking his head.

Aurora is still slightly fuming when another scent hits her, spearmint and linen, Kyle. She smiles as she looks at Kyle approaching her. As he stops in front of her he pushes his scent out, it calms her as she smiles at him. “Come on, you’ve had a few drinks, lets go get that dance in.” He says as he grabs her hand. Aurora laughs as he leads her to the dance floor. After a few moments of awkwardness, she finally allows herself to fall into rhythm with Kyle. They’re facing each other and dancing, her hands around his neck and his hands on her hips as they move.

After a few minutes, the scent of rain and citrus hits her as she feels a presence behind her and hands on her waist. She glances behind her to see Johnny smiling as he moves in time with her and Kyle’s dancing. The alcohol has taken full effect on the three of them by now as they dance to the music booming through the speakers. A blush creeps up Aurora’s cheeks as she realizes how close the three of them have gotten, with practically no space between her front and Kyle’s and her back and Johnny’s front. They continue to dance as the music plays.

At the booth Ghost and John are sipping their drinks as they watch their Betas and the Omega dance together. Ghost’s eyes are locked on where Johnny’s and Aurora’s bodies touch, with almost no space between them as she grinds back against him. The air around him thickens with the smell of his arousal as he watches them. After a moment John jokingly fans the air. “Jesus Simon, if you keep that up you’ll suffocate everyone here.” John jokes causing Ghost to let out a grunt in response.

The trio on the dance floor continue to dance together, the air around them thickening as arousal and alcohol sets into their system. Aurora lets out a gasp as she feels Johnny place a kiss on her shoulder, moving closer to her neck as he hums against her skin. Her body is buzzing as she wonders if she should stop him if they’re crossing a line, but the alcohol makes her mind slightly fuzzy. Her eyes droop closed as she continues to dance between the two Betas. Her eyes open as she feels a hand on her jaw. She looks into Kyle’s eyes as he smiles at her before slowly leaning down to connect their lips. As their lips connect she feels like her body is on fire. Their lips move together and she’s shocked by how the spearmint in his scent comes through in his taste. Johnny mouths at her neck from behind as Kyle and her breakaway, Johnny’s hand coming up to turn her to face him so he can connect his lips to hers in a kiss just as passionate. When they break apart she feels slightly dizzy from the influx of hormones.

John notices the trio on the dance floor sharing kisses and laughs as he stands up. “time to get them home.” He says. Ghost growls out a yes as he follows John to the dancefloor to help wrangle in the Betas and Omega. John grabs Kyle’s shoulder who lets out a whine as he realizes they’re being made to leave. “Come on pups let's get back to the base,” John calls as he pulls Kyle along. Kyle grabs Aurora’s hand, and she grabs Johnny’s as they walk out of the bar. John shakes his head as he corrals the three into the backseat. Once everyone is inside the SUV John rolls the windows down, the mixture of Beta arousal, Omega arousal, and Alpha arousal becomes so thick it’s almost choking.

Aurora giggles as she leans against Johnny’s shoulder in the backseat with Kyle’s hand in her lap. She glances up and her blood feels like it's on fire as she notices Ghost’s eyes in the rearview mirror staring right at her, his pupils dark and blown making his eyes almost appear black. They arrive back at the base and John parks, ushering everyone inside. He makes sure Aurora goes to her room before he heads to his own, with Kyle following behind him. Johnny and Ghost head to Ghost’s room next door to Aurora’s.

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Fevers and Cuddles

Norrussell (George x Lando)

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~750 words

sickfic, fluff no angst, my idea of a relationship study

George eyes the man sprawled onto his front, head hidden in the crook of George’s neck and arm loosely slung around George’s middle, suspiciously. Strange…very, very strange.

Lando hates cuddles—or being touched in general. Only physical intimacy George gets from him is during sex in the bedroom and the occasional daps and half hugs when they’re surrounded by a million cameras on the paddock during race weekends.

So, you can forgive George for being a little weirded out that the man who goes into fight mode when George pokes his cheek is suddenly squished into George’s body, bare skin against skin, feverish to the touch.

It gets a little concerning when George rakes his fingers through Lando’s hair and elicits a pleased hum instead of an annoyed groan.

“Are you sick?” George blurts out, starting to get a little scared.

He brings his palm to rest on Lando’s half-exposed forehead when the man’s answer is to simply burrow further into George’s body as if trying to crawl into his skin. Burning. Lando’s burning up.

“Blimey, mate, you’re scorchin’!” George exclaims, cupping Lando’s cheek and gently manoeuvring his head so that he can get a clearer look at him.

Lando’s skin is dry and hot to the touch, and despite George’s manhandling, Lando barely makes a noise other than a pathetic whimper, eyes screwed shut.

Something pangs inside George’s chest cavity. Running his thumb on the soft skin of Lando’s cheek, George asks, “Lando? Are you alright?”

Lando languidly blinks his eyes open, revealing cloudy blue. He makes an imperceptible movement in George’s hand. “M’ head’s killin’ me, mate. I can barely move. It’s like—like my bones hurt, even.”

George clicks his tongue softly, flashing him a sad smile. “That’s the fever, sweetheart. How’d this happen? You seemed fine last night.”

He tries not to let the memory of last night show on his face, but it must because Lando groans and rolls his eyes in distaste, immediately groaning again at the pain caused by the movement. “Piss off.”

“What!” George says defensively.

When Lando’s only response is pinning George with a silent look of judgment, he acquiesces with a grin and leans in to bump their noses together. “Hey.”

He pulls back and finds Lando with his face scrunched up. He’s feigning distaste, George knows. Can read it in the way his lips are slightly raised at the corners and how his eyes seem a bit more alive.

“What, you muppet.”

“Did you have any medicine?”

Lando nods.

George flashes him a stern look. “Did you eat something before you had the medicine?”

Lando furrows his brows, seemingly in annoyance. “Yuck, no, i could barely swallow the pill.”

“Lando.”

“Save the lecture, i beg.”

“You need food so it’s easily absorbed and acts faster. And also so that it doesn’t give you acid reflux. And also so—”

“I’m like 80% sure you’re making this up.” Lando deadpans.

“You need to eat to recover.”

“Dun want to.” Lando whines, unthinkingly cuddling closer to George’s body, nuzzling into George’s palm that is still resting on his cheek.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You should’ve woken me up, i could’ve made you something.”

Lando’s eyes go extra droopy and watery, the fever exceptionally harsh on him. George feels a little bad for lecturing him, but deems his concerns valid.

Lando shrugs, not meeting George’s eyes. “Meh.”

Deciding that any further argument will lead nowhere, George huffs a long sigh, leaning in to press a kiss onto Lando’s forehead, feeling the man shiver at the touch.

“I’ll order you some soup. That’ll be easy to get down.”

Lando turns his face in George’s hand, brushing his lips against George’s cooler skin. He speaks into George’s hand, “Chicken noodle, please.”

George smiles. “Sure thing.”

Lando meets his eyes properly, mouth lifted into a soft smile. “Thanks mate.”

“Yea…” George says. Before he’s really thinking about it, he’s diving in and meeting Lando in a kiss, close-lipped and gentle. Lando’s lips are chapped, broken skin rough against George’s. Yet he still feels so soft.

“You sure you should be doin’ that? Gonna get yourself sick.” Lando says, a faint dusting of red painting his skin.

George gives a jerk of his shoulder. “Probably already caught whatever it is you got. Let’s just hope it isn’t corona.”

Lando doesn’t say anything and simply goes back to bury his face in George’s chest, arm tightening around his waist.

“Order the soup, you muppet.”

George only laughs, complying to the order.

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I LOVE U BABY

[GIF ID: Traditionally done art colored and lined digitally of my AU Roseverse inspired by the game Smile For Me. It looks soft. The rest of the photo shows paper. The GIF is of Kamal and Habit kissing, their eyes slowly opening. Their noses squish against each other, Habit holds his hat in his hands. In this AU, the design of Habit is such that his hair is rose pink, and he looks like a furry muppet. His hands are scarred and his nails are painted red. He has a snaggletooth fang. Kamal meanwhile has acne scars, is wearing a single gold earring. His eyebrows are bushier, and he has eyebags. " I love you baby" is scrawled on the top in pencil with hearts around it. End GIF ID]

The still version!

[ ID: The same picture as above but not a GIF, here Habit and Kamals eyes are closed. End ID]

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I love them. So much.

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hi helloo so happy your requests are open! can you do tangerine comforting reader when she’s upset? thank you queen v!

hello! thank you, sweets! here is some tangerine trying to be sweet and comforting. I hope you enjoy the direction I chose for this one 🌻🍊 18+ only; fem!reader, so much cursing and general irreverence; mentioned death of an animal, but it’s not meant to be angsty??

You’re weeping—damn near inconsolable, and Tangerine has no idea what to do. He’s already broken something; the lowball glass he’d been sipping whiskey from when you returned to the flat had shattered between his fingers when he first saw your tears, amber liquid spilling out onto the expensive rug though he couldn’t give half a fuck.

And then you’d gone and sunk to the floor, your back pressed up against the wall and now he’s hovering over you, hands moving quickly as they assess for damage, mouth automatically asking where Lemon is, though he knows Lemon is visiting his “friend” in Dublin for the next two weeks.

There’s no blood, yours or otherwise, on your person, and though your hands are trembling and your cheeks are streaked with hot tears, Tangerine knows there’s nothing physically wrong with you—which makes this so much fucking worse because he’s good at tossing a wet wipe on a cut or wrapping a half-arsed bandage on broken skin. But he’s much less adept (read: not at fucking all) at healing things on the inside. Christ, he can barely manage all three of his feelings (irritability, rage, and—somehow, thanks to you—love), let alone other people’s. This is much more Lemon’s bloody deal. Fuckin’ tosser had to be in Ireland, of all places, getting his end away and—Jesus. Fuck—a particularly loud sob makes him jump, makes him contemplate the logistics of buying two plane tickets to Dublin so Lemon can fix this.

“I k-killed him,” you wail, drawing your knees up into your chest, “I killed him T-tan…I didn’t m-mean to…” There’s a little bit of snot running from your nose and Tangerine is torn between wanting to fetch you a tissue and not wanting to take his eyes off of you for a moment. You look so bloody pathetic there, it makes his heart fuckin’ ache—something he thought it had lost the ability to do years ago.

Still, if this was a job gone tits up, maybe he wouldn’t need to buy plane tickets—a blessing because chances are on such short notice there’d only be economy seats left and, as much as he secretly adores you and wants nothing more than to whisper there fucking there and have you stop crying, the thought of a flight squished between two random twats is somehow worse than your tears.

“Killed who, love?” Tangerine tries to maintain a gentle tone. He’s not annoyed, not at all, not with you at least, but his voice, he knows, is always a bit on the wrong side of gruff.

A fresh wave of tears, followed by a small sniffle, has Tangerine coming down to the floor beside you and Christ if this isn’t proof he loves you, then what the fuck is?

“The sq—it was so small, Tan. And it just came out of nowhere and into the road.” Your voice tapers off into a horrified whisper and your bottom lip starts to tremble. Tangerine blinks, suddenly starting to understand.

“A squirrel? You ran over a bloody squirrel?” He can’t help but to sound relieved and you scowl at him, a little wounded. “Love,” he continues, cupping your face in his hands. The metal of his rings is cool against your heated skin and he smells like whiskey where it had run over his fingers. “You’re a goddamn assassin for hire and you’re crying over a fuckin’ squirrel?”

He sounds so perturbed that your tears start to turn to giggles and you hiccup. “He was innocent, Tan!”

“Yeah,” he agrees, “But so was that poor bloke who got in your way in Budapest last week.”

A wince—Tangerine knows he’s got you. Maybe he’s not quite as bad at this as he thought. He can’t tell Lemon though—that muppet will somehow make it seem like he’s the one who taught Tangerine how to be good with people (read: he did, but no one other than the voice in Tangerine’s head needs to acknowledge that).

“That was…it was different,” you mumble, suddenly shy. You move to curl into yourself, but Tangerine is there instead, allowing you to curl into his chest and clutch the place where his shirt is unbuttoned slightly more than necessary.

He makes a noise in his throat, somewhere between agreement and amusement. “How’s it different, love?”

You pause for a moment, burying your face further into his chest, enjoying his smell and trying not to admit how much it calms you. “‘S’cause people fucking suck and squirrels don’t.”

Tangerine laughs and kisses the top of your head. “There’s my girl.”

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Day Three: Bah Humbug

“Why ya wiggling?” You chuckle as you pull a slippery wet Grace out of the bathtub, wrapping her in her fluffy pink towel as she squirms to break free from your hold. “Let’s getcha dressed.” You leave the washroom, entering the master bedroom where you notice something different on your bed. Laying your baby burrito on the bed, you place a hand on her stomach so she doesn’t roll away.

“You have a very sneaky father.” You smile as you read a note written for you by your husband.

Please join me for a new Christmas tradition.

There are pajamas for both of my favorite girls.

Please put them on and be prepared for a night at the Styles family Cinema.

With love,

H

“Looks like we are having a fun family night in.” You open the towel that is wrapped around your child. Bending over you place your lips against her round tummy, blowing a big raspberry right over her belly button. The funny sensation causes Grace to giggle. You pump some lotion onto your hand, kneading it into Grace’s soft baby skin while she chews on her hand.

“Oh my goodness!” You lift up the red pajamas Harry had set aside for Grace. The soft one piece pjs have the cutest bumflap with a bear on them. You are 100% sure Harry is dressed in the exact same pajamas downstairs. “Your daddy is the biggest dork. But we love him. Don’t we Gracie girl?” Grace smiles at the mention of her favorite man.

Pulling the red outfit over Gracie’s head, you slide her arms into the soft cotton clothing. You button the snaps between her chunky thighs. Now it’s your turn.

“Alright little missy. Don’t do anything mental.” You say after setting her on the floor with her stuffed sheep Bob. Grace immediately puts Bob’s ear into her mouth, gnawing on the soft fuzzy fabric. You strip off your yoga pants and one of Harry’s t-shirts, trading them for your new bum-flap pajamas.

“I love this man.” You giggle as you look at your bum in the full length mirror. Opening the sock drawer in your closet, you pull out a pair of fuzzy socks. Slipping them on your feet, you pad over to Grace to pick up the little bundle of love. “Let’s go find daddy!!” You give your daughter a kiss on her chubby cheek.

You freeze in the middle of the stairs when your nose catches whiff of a smell.

“Did your daddy make popcorn?” You ask your seven month old daughter who has no idea what popcorn is. “Let’s go check it out.” You bounce down the stairs, ready to see if your husband actually made one of your favorite treats.

“There’s my girls!!” Harry exclaims as your come through the doorway into the kitchen. “And look at those pajamas. Someone has good taste.” His smirk makes your heart warm.

“They are pretty cute.” You say. “I think Gracie bug is a fan.” Bouncing her in your arms.

“Did yeh see the bear on the bum. Get it “Bear” Bum.” Harry burst into laughter at his joke. You laugh but not nearly as hard as Harry.

“What is all this?” You look at the counter. Harry has brought in a popcorn maker just like the cinema, along with a plethora of sweets. “You did not! Is that…”

“Pink Ice-Blast. Yes it is!” Harry is extremely proud that you are so surprised.

“I love Ice-Blasts!! And Pear drops? Harry!!! This is amazing.” You run to your husband, giving him a side hug.

“Anything for you my love.” Harry learns down and kisses your lips, slow and sweet. “What do yeh want? Why don’t you and Grace get all cozy and I’ll bring in the sweets?”

“Thank you babe. How about a little of everything?” You say a little shyly. “Oh are those wine gums? I haven’t had those in ages!”

“I’ll bring yeh some of everything. Go get tucked in.” Harry chuckles at your excitement.

You take Grace into the family room, setting into the couch. Placing a bulky cream colored blanket around you and Grace, you prepare for the movie. Your head turns as you see Harry entering the room with a tray full of your favorite sweets, slushies, and a massive bowl of popcorn.

“What’s playing in the Cinema tonight?” You smirk at your husband, who lifts the remote, pointing it at the telly.

“The Muppet Christmas Carol!” Harry says with a content smile.

“Awe Gracie will like that one!” You say, looking down at your daughter who is chewing on her fist.

“Come get daddy, Gracie bug!” Harry makes grabby hands at his daughter. You pass Grace over to her daddy where she immediately cuddles into his side. “Look Gracie, there goes Mr. Scrooge.” Harry points towards the telly at the grumpy old man who is walking down the streets of singing vegetables.

Harry sings throughout the entire film, and you laugh at all the hidden jokes. Grace falls asleep about halfway through the movie but Harry refuses to let you take her upstairs to bed because he is in need of some “bug cuddles.”

The movie ends and the credits scroll across the screen; Harry looks down at his baby girl, tucked into his side, her cheek squished against his stomach.

“I’m gonna put this sleepy bug in her bed.” Harry whispers. “I’ll be back. Don’t move.” He winks as he pulls his little one into his arms to take her upstairs. Less than five minutes have passed, Harry plops down on the couch next to you, pulling you in for a tight cuddle.

“Miracle on 34th Street?” You ask your husband.

“The original?” Harry says into the top of your head, ending his question with a kiss.

“Yes! My favorite.” You say, snuggling into Harry’s embrace. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Happy Christmas, my love.” Harry presses play on the movie, finishing out a wonderful tradition of matching family pajamas and lovely Christmas movies.

A/N: @whoopsharrystyles claims I don’t need a beta but listen, she is such an inspiration. SHE IS MY MUSE. Without her I don’t know where I would be!! So thank you Dawn for everything. Please check out The Adventures of Harry and Grace masterlist and my wattpad page. Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, and recommending my stories. It means the world to me!!! Love you all!!! 

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Fluffy Xmas Rhysquez -- baking Christmas cookies and/or watching A Muppet Christmas Carol for the third time this month

Day 5 of Requestmas! I hope you like this—it’s just sugary fluff. 

Neither Hugo nor Rhys was particularly good at baking—Hugo could cook well and good, while Rhys was just helpless with all things culinary—but at the very least they could follow simple instructions. And considering store-bought cookies just couldn’t hold a candle to the home-made stuff they both remembered from their childhoods, they’d decided to take the plunge and find the most basic recipe for gingerbread and sugar cookies they could find.

Hugo had been worried, especially since he’d once witness Rhys burn grilled cheese to an absolute crisp, but so far the baking was going smoothly. Rhys had managed to get himself splattered only once while he was creaming the butter and sugar together, and before long he had a decently sized ball of dense, oily dough ready to be rolled out into delicious cookies. Soon enough, Hugo had a sticky lump of gingerbread to join it, and they both spent a good couple of minutes picking at the raw dough before popping it in the fridge to chill.

The next hour or so was spend casually making out on the couch to the sound of The Muppets Christmas Carol playing for what was probably the fifth time this season. Before long, Rhys was snickering too much to keep up the kissing and the two settled besides each other to watch. But Hugo grew antsy as his belly started to growl, prompting Rhys to drag him towards the kitchen to cut and bake the cookies.

They had an odd menagerie of cookie cutters cluttering one of the many kitchen drawers, providing many options to shape the dough. They made a couple with more traditional shapes such as gingerbread men and christmas trees and bells, while also opting for some more bizarre alternatives such as cacti, unicorns, and dinosaurs.

“This one is you,” Rhys snarked as he cut a large teddy bear out of gingerbread, nudging Hugo with his hip. His boyfriend snorted, squishing his own cutter into the sheet of sugar cookie dough.

“Oh yeah, well this is you…” Hugo picked the dough away from the intricate snowflake design he’d cut out.

“Wow, really?” Rhys snorted, dabbing Hugo’s nose with flour and getting some in the man’s beard. “You’re so immature.”

“Says the one getting flour all over my face,” Hugo huffed, grabbing Rhys by the waist and smothering his lips with kisses, making sure to get all the flour on his boyfriend as Rhys wiggled and squeaked in faux outrage.

Baking time was spent with a little more hungry kissing before the smell of spice and sugar became too intoxicating to ignore and they just had to pull the cookies out of the oven, unable to wait a moment longer. Rhys nearly burned his tongue popping a gooey sugar cookie into his mouth, chewing the soft, piping hot sweet with a goofy smile on his face.

Hugo, to his credit, waited a couple of minutes before biting the head off a gingerbread reindeer.

They’d bought icing from the store—an open admittance that neither wanted to tackle anything involving whipping egg whites—as well as a variety of food coloring, sprinkles and various candies to decorate their cookies with. They mostly ignored the preexisting Christmas palette and just adorned their cookies with whatever colors they deemed fit. Rhys made almost all of his cookie with bright blue frosting, practically coating the treats with the stuff, while Hugo tried to keep a steady hand and make most of his designs tasteful, but Rhys kept “accidentally” nudging him and causing him to splatter frosting and ruin his beautifully pristine lines.

“Oh please, this isn’t the first time I’ve made you go off early,” Rhys teased when Hugo fixed him in a glare. The bigger man retaliated by squirting frosting over Rhys’ cheek.

“Oh, hmm, now there’s a familiar sight.” Hugo smirked as Rhys spluttered, grabbing a towel to wipe the frosting off of his face.

“Shut up,” Rhys grunted, picking up one of his messily decorate cookies and shoving it into Hugo’s mouth. The man let out a muffled chuckle, a couple crumbs escaping his lips and clinging to his beard.

A couple of cookies got destroyed in the ensuing scuffle, ending up in each other’s mouths or crushed on the floor, but soon enough the couple ending up laughing and kissing, their mouths dusted with sugar and frosting. Now armed with two tall, frosty glasses of milk and a plate piled high with the surviving cookies, they snuggled together on the couch, ready to watch whatever Christmas special was playing next on the TV.