i woke up this morning and the ground was covered in snow

Snow Days - Stuart Twombly [Smut]

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Character(s): Stuart Twombly/Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral (both receiving)

Word Count: 4216

Notes: This is part 2 to Heat Haze Days. Please go read it if you haven’t already. This turned out to be pure filth. And I am not sorry for it. Ya’ll can honestly thank @sincerelystiles for this. She encouraged me to write part 2 and, between her and @ninja-stiles, encouraged me to go full ham on the sin. They are dolls though and I love them for the support. Please let me know how you guys like it!

Part 1 - Heat Haze Days

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jon snow: my territory

ANON REQUESTED: Can you do some Jon snow smut please ;) 

note: uhmmm, its smut. kinda a lil bit but smut  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You crashed into Jon’s chambers with two flagons of wine and ale with two cups. Jon was busy looking at his map, with a deep look on his face. He was surprised that he saw you, late at night and you just barged in.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he took a seat, watching you move.

“What am I doing?” You raised the cups and you exclaimed. “Drinking, we’re drinking.” He started to protest but you shut him out, “I know you are King in the North now, but you’re always so serious these past days.”

He grabbed the cup from your hand and he poured himself the sweet wine, filling it almost to the brim. He chugged it all down with one gulp, and he flushed red already from the alcohol. You took a drink as well, and you looked at his table.

“What are you doing?” You asked as you drank the wine. You sat on the table, moving the markers away. 

“Maps,” both of you said it at the same time, and he laughed as he grabbed the wine for more.

It has been a while since you spent time with him, since he was always so busy talking about strategies, and all of the problems that carried on his shoulders. You stared at him, slowly drinking his cup. You remembered that this was once the man you loved, but your feelings subsided when he took you just for a friend. A close friend, you remembered as he hugged you one time.

“What’s the matter?” He asked as he saw you staring.

You didn’t look away, but you smiled. “Nothing,” you glanced at the flagon, “We’re out of wine.”

He raised the other flagon, and he filled your cup. “We still have ale.”

You laughed as he raised the flagon to fill his cup as well. He was getting so flustered and intoxicated, he started to mumble inchorent words. He smiled and he laughed, out of nowhere. “Do you remember when you ran,” he laughed loudly, “And you fell into this pit of mud!”

“That wasn’t funny!” You said as you remembered that moment. Everybody in the Black were laughing as you drenched in the mud. You laughed, when you remembered another thing, “I pulled you in.”

He nodded as he finished the remaining flagon. “We both smelt of shit for the whole week,” he laughed as he stared at you on his table.

You finished your drink as he did with his, and silence filled the whole room. He stood, and he stayed in front of you as you held your cup in your hands. You smiled at him, and he moved closer. He set your cup on the table, and he inched closer, and your feet dangled off the table as he moved.

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{{Snart has been trapped inside the speedforce, and hopes Barry can help him escape. Inspired by tonight’s episode of the Flash. It’s kind of just a sad little drabble without spellcheck, I might try something a little more fine-tuned in the morning.}}

“I thought I already dealt with you?”

“You’re fantasizing about me? How sweet,” Snart drawled, offering that familiar smirk of his. Something was off about him, though. His voice was hoarse and his clothes old, his hair was growing in awkward patches and his bright eyes were uncharacteristically dull. 

“Stop playing games. I’m done dealing with you. We’re leaving,” Barry stated, still supporting Wally’s weight. The younger man groaned his approval, but otherwise contributed nothing.

“I know you are,” Snart snapped. “I want you to take me with you. I need you to get me out of here.”

Barry’s eyes widened and he took a step forward, scrutinizing the figure in front of him. “Snart?”

“The one and only,” Snart croaked, smirking again. Barry’s face lit-up with a smile, and he helped adjust Wally so he was able to stand on his own.

“It’s really you. You’re real…” It was more of a question than a statement.

Snart nodded, “I’ve been stuck in here since I took one for the team a few months ago. I can’t get out. I have to get out.” 

“I never thought I’d be so happy to see you,” Barry grinned, crossing over to Snart. “I thought you were dead…” Barry reached out a hand, slowly placing it on Snart’s shoulder, needing to feel that he was real. He didn’t pull away from the touch. “I’ll get you out of here.”

Snart visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping as he nearly fell froward. It was then Barry saw how terrible he looked- Aside from the untidy appearance he had long, twisted scratches along the exposed skin of his arms, a bruise that had been hidden in shadow was visible this close, and it marred the left side of his face. The torn parts of his clothing were singed, as if burned. “What happened to you?” Barry’s voice was barely a whisper.

Snart’s eyes turned to his feet, “There was an explosion. I was in the middle of it.” He shrugged, then winced. “I woke up in here. I was stuck in a cycle of the same day, I was–” His voice trailed off. “It changed when you showed up. It stopped.”

Suddenly those blue eyes, even the one marred by the bruise, were starring at Barry with a look of intensity he didn’t recognize. He felt his cheeks heat at the intense way Snart starred at him, but he didn’t break his gaze. “You were the figure it took, the speedforce. The one they used to threaten me. The one that got me to spill my guts.”

“Why are you here?”

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you when we’re home.” Home. Snart smiled at the word, and followed Barry through the corridor, to where a breech was opening at the end. They spilled through, and when Snart hit the ground he did so with a grunt of pain. 

“Barry! Wally!” The team’s voices all mingled together, until one of them finally focused him. “Leonard?” Caitlin approached, and he struggled to sit-up and look at her. “Let’s get you and Wally checked out,” She smiled softly, offering a hand to help him to his feet.

Barry left the apartment with an overnight bag, his vision blurred by the tears he was trying not to shed. He was going to head straight to Cisco’s, avoid talking about it until the morning, just let himself wallow a bit overnight. However he found himself running in the direction of STAR Labs, sliding to a halt in front of his Flash costume.

He wanted to hate it, wanted to hate the rifts it had caused. But he couldn’t blame his powers. He had made the choices on his own, the speed hadn’t done it for him. He didn’t have an alter-ego like Killer Frost living in his head. He was just Barry. Barry Allen.

“Aren’t you a little young for a mid-life crisis?” 

“Snart?” Barry spun around. Snart was leaning against the doorway, his hand holding onto his waist. “You’re here?”

“Snow told me I should stick around until morning. Something about changing my bandages and resting. Better question: Why are you here?”

Barry sighed, turning away from Snart. “I don’t know. I’m not supposed to be. Iris and I are… Not in the best place right now. I guess I was hoping to avoid it for a little while. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

“You’re in luck because I don’t want to hear about it.” Barry laughed.

“You look like shit, Snart. Maybe you should lie down.”

“I’ll pass. I spent the last months of my life relieving the worst day of my life. I’d rather avoid thinking about it for a little while.”

“Oh… We could watch a movie, or something. There’s a killer flat screen in here.”

Snart quirked the brow that wasn’t covered by a thick bruise. “We’re going to pretend to be friends now?”

“We are friends. You’re just going to have to deal with it.” Barry smirked, already lowering the TV screen. Leonard ungracefully walked towards a chair, falling into it. “Now, what do you want to watch?”

“No sappy Nicolas Sparks crap.”

“And I’m assuming movies with explosions are out?” Barry smirked at Snart, who starred blankly back. “Too soon.” Barry turned his attention back to the TV screen, now lit-up with Netflix recommendations. For awhile they sat in silence, Barry occasionally looking over at Snart, who was certainly worse for wear. What the hell had that man seen inside the speedforce.

Make Like A Muggle

Pairing: Draco X Reader

Prompt: You make a bet with Draco that he can’t do anything without magic. He decides to take this very seriously. Too bad it’s during the middle of a snowstorm.

A/N: Inspired by me. Outside. Shoveling snow like a loser because I’m weak AF and the snow was too heavy. 

Originally posted by dailyglamorous

You suppress the desire to scream into a pillow as you try and escape Draco’s teasing. You loved him very much, and getting to really bond with him after the war was very emotional for both of you, but sometimes you were reminded of how particularly bothersome he could be.

“You’re just saying that because I’m better at it than you,” he stated proudly. You stopped in your tracks and turned back to him. The pompous expression he wore was identical to the one he had when you first met him.

To put it simply, you felt like strangling the boy when you first met him.

“Better than me at magic? Really. All of magic. Charms, potions, apparating, all of it. Better than me at all the intricacies and variety of fields of magic.” You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation.

Draco rolls his eyes, earning a dirty look from you. “All I’m saying is that you really shouldn’t be messing up a first year spell at age twenty four.” 

He was referring to how you managed to accidentally summon your entire set of silverware from the drawer instead of a single spoon. “I was busy, if you didn’t notice, making out with you!”  

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X-Files Fic: What Was Taken, What Was Lost- Chapter Five

Previous chapters: One | Two | Three | Four

A/N:  This is the end!!!  I honestly thought it would have more chapters, but the entire story that I wanted to tell fit naturally into five, so five chapters it is!  Thanks for reading!!

As much as he wants to stay awake with Scully and make a plan for tonight, Mulder is still not recovered from his ordeal in the blizzard, and as a consequence, he sleeps for much of the day.  Scully is there every time he wakes, reading in the chair by his bed, studying case notes, nibbling on a plate of fruit from downstairs, napping by his side.  At seven o'clock, she pulls him out of bed and makes him get dressed.

“We need to get you moving before you grow roots in that bed,” she tells him, quelling his grumbling protests.  "Let’s go and have dinner downstairs tonight.“

"We can just as easily order it up to our room,” Mulder argues, but Scully remains firm.

“There’s no telling what will happen tonight,” she says.  "For all we know, you and I could end up running through the snow in the middle of the night again.  That’s going to be much harder to do if you’re stiff and sore because you haven’t used your legs all day.“  He’s about to continue fighting her, but the cramps that shoot up his thighs the moment he stands silence him, while she stands there, looking smug.  "Get dressed,” she says, handing him a pair of clean boxers from his suitcase.  His legs continue to protest as he raises them, one at a time, to pull his shorts on.  Looking up, he sees her grinning mischievously at him as she offers him a fresh pair of jeans.

“What?” he demands, taking the clothing from her.

“Do you need help?” she asks.  Glaring, he shoves his legs into his jeans with unnecessary force and winces, which only makes her smile wider.

“No, I do not need help getting dressed,” he growls, crossing the room (suppressing another grimace as his stiff joints protest- he doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction) and pulling a long-sleeved sweater from his suitcase.

“You seem a little stiff, is all,” Scully says.

“You didn’t mind me being stiff this morning,” he shoots back, leering at her, and she rolls her eyes, chuckling.

“Come on, Mr. Foster,” she says, taking his arm and leading him from the room.  "Let’s go get some food in you.“

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I Took a Walk for Seven Years

It was August 9, 2009. I was thirty eight years old. My oldest daughter Avis was twelve, and the younger pair, Joanne and John, were nine year old twins. I’d been married for fifteen years. I worked at an insurance firm. And every Sunday, while my wife and Avis went to church and the twins went to my mother’s house, I took a walk.

It was a clockwork sort of arrangement. My wife knew never to push me into going with her, I was an atheist and set on staying that way.

Of course, given what’s happened, my views have changed.

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We Could Run Away

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Just Bellamy taking care of a cold, wet Clarke on a snowy day.

aka some teeth-rotting fluff to get you through the day.

“You’re cute when you’re all red and sweaty,” Bellamy jokes when Clarke walks into his apartment. She does not laugh in return. “Why do you look like that?”

Her hair is covered with a knit hat, but what’s peeking out at the bottom is wet. Her face is red and her hands are trying to rip her winter coat off, but her gloves are making it hard. When she doesn’t answer him—just huffs—he pulls on one of her sleeves until she’s only a few inches from him.

“May I?” he asks, smirking at her with his hand on her zipper, just waiting to pull it down for her.

She huffs again, but nods. Bellamy unzips her coat quickly and then picks up one of her hands to peel off a glove. He does the same with the other one before unfurling the scarf from around her neck. Every item he touches is soaking wet and when he looks out his window, he notices how badly it’s still snowing.

“Are you okay?” he asks her, tossing her mittens and scarf into a pile near his front door. Clarke pulls her jacket off the rest of the way and then her hat before throwing them both on top of the pile.

“It’s snowing out there,” she says and he tries really hard not to smile, but fails.

“You don’t say.”

“Shut up,” she whines, shoving him back and he laughs.

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clingy .

The room is pitch black as your phone alarm blares. Your sleepy body stiffens and you bristle away from the sound, melting further into your boyfriend’s stirring form. He’s cozy around you (his legs tangled in yours, his torso following the curve of your spine), and it makes the action of sitting up that much harder. You shift so your back is resting against the headboard and you rub at your eyes to get them to open.

“S’ too early- stay a little longer,” Shawn slurs as he slings an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

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Love is... facing the world together.

By: @javistg

AN: I think that few things are more romantic than standing by the one you love, through good times and bad. 

With that in mind, I came up with this little story for Valentine’s Day. Hope you enjoy.

SUMMARY: Katniss and Peeta have a little conversation before their second reaping. Canon Divergent.


With a big thank you to the fantastic @titaniasfics, @akai-echo and @thegirlfromoverthepond for all their hard work. Love you, ladies, you’re awesome!


The eerie howls of vicious mutts pierced the air.

Katniss ran.

Sprigs and branches scratched her face and pierced her skin, trying to trap her as she desperately made her way through the woods.

She had almost reached the clearing when she heard them again.

The blood-thirsty creatures wailed, screeching her name as they followed her steps.

She reached the cornucopia, practically crashing against its metallic surface, and turned around looking for Peeta.

He wasn’t there.

Frantic, she tried to call out his name. But the darkness of the arena enveloped her, pushing her words down her throat and drowning her in its terrifying depths.


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cmmdrsnow  asked:

Jonsa + 7

accidental baby acquisition.

it’s magic and stuff!~

They find the baby in the godswood.

It is, truth be told, kind of creepy. Not the baby. Well – okay, if Sansa is being honest, the baby is a little creepy, if only because the baby is perfect. Bright green eyes, a head of a soft golden curls, and plump rosy cheeks and chubby little arms and legs and toes.

No, the creepy factor is that they found the baby in a weirwood-woven basket, sleeping peacefully on a bed of fresh moss under the watchful, weeping eyes of the heart tree.

“And it was wearing a crown,” Arya says, arms crossed fitfully over her chest. “You need to stop forgetting to mention the damned crown.

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Ghost Story [Pt 1]

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were designed to disappear. What happens when you’re caught?

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death and experimentation, panic, a bit of language.

Word Count: 1220

A/N: I’ve never written anything like this before… it’s kinda mysterious and kinda trippy, plus it’s my first series. I’m really pleased with where it’s going though. As always, feedback is much appreciated! This will eventually be Bucky x reader, but it’s going to be a really slow burn. I’ll try to post a new part every other week (it takes me a while to write things I’m satisfied with it, so I apologise).

Series Masterlist // Part 1 // Part 2

Originally posted by adalbertfrigidus

November 11, 1995. The day of your birth. The day of your death. Funny how life seemed to always come full circle like that.

You were 6 when you first asked the question. “Where’s mummy and daddy?”

“They had somewhere important to go. I’m sorry sweetie, they can’t be with you anymore.”

“But why didn’t they take me with them? I’m important too.”

“You are important to them. You’re important to us, too.”

“Will they come back for me?”

“No. But you’re here now. We’ll take care of you.”

They didn’t tell you they were dead. They didn’t tell you they killed them. They didn’t tell you that your new caregivers were Hydra. They did tell you the date.

November 11, 1995.

“Don’t worry sweetie, this is a new start to the rest of your life.”

If only you knew what your new life would become.

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My Memory (Prologue)

Testing the Winter Sonata inspired Miraculous AU even though I should be asleep.

Fic Summary: Chat Noir, revealed to be Adrien Agreste, died in a building collapse at the age of seventeen. Twelve years later Marinette, engaged to be married, meets a man who looks exactly like Adrien. But is Felix Agreste really a different person? Or is there something more sinister at work—something that Marinette will do everything in her power to stop, no matter who it hurts? 

Part x | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | End

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That morning, Parisians woke up to a blanket of snow.

It was the kind of snow that had just the right consistency to be played in. Citizens flocked outdoors, turning parks into snowball battlefields, snowmen communities, and designated laughter areas. Even those who were inconvenienced by the weather couldn’t help but smile at the infectious happiness of their fellow man.

The snowy Champ de Mars in particular drew a large crowd. Most came to enjoy themselves. Some were there to take photos and videos of the snow-covered Eiffel Tower. And a few had come to see the spectacle of Paris’s resident superheroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir, frolic like children through the trees.

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I Can’t Save Her: Part 12

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2307

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: If you only knew what I know.  I always love hearing from you guys. I hope you enjoy it! Tags are at the bottom – let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged. x

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

Originally posted by pinepizzalove

I woke up with ten minutes to spare before Laura and Clint expected us at dinner. I sighed sleepily and looked up at Bucky. He was muttering in his sleep and his face glistened with sweat. I paused before waking him. He was repeating his name and rank from the war over and over again intermittently adding some phrases in Russian. “Bucky,” I whispered softly as I raised up off of him. This didn’t wake him and he continued jerking his head back and forth. “Bucky,” I repeated, this time a little louder, as I placed my hand on his face. He woke suddenly with a cry.

“Y/N,” he sighed as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. His breathing began to slow and he closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing hard. “I’m… I’m sorry… You shouldn’t wake me like that… I don’t trust myself…” he trailed off.

“You’re fine,” I urged him quietly as I kissed his lips gently. “It was just a nightmare… just breathe.” I brushed his hair away from his face and kissed up and down his jaw. He closed his eyes with a sigh. “You’re here with me,” I whispered. He finally opened his eyes and they were suddenly full of lust and love.

“Doll, you better stop or we won’t make it to dinner on time, and Laura will have both of our heads,” he said with a smile.

“Not until I know you’re okay,” I protested with a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Okay? …Ha… Never – but it’s passed now,” he smiled and raised his lips to mine. “Now seriously Y/N – stop. A man only has so much self control,” he mumbled into my ear. I blushed and left the bed to change. I could feel his eyes on me as I shed my clothes and rummaged through my bags for my favorite sweater and jeans. I chanced a shy peek at him through my lashes and saw him staring after me lustfully – biting his lower lip as if it would keep his self control in check. He sighed and closed his eyes before flopping back onto the bed. “You kill me,” he groaned.

“Hmm?” I asked, feigning innocence. I pulled my sweater on and walked over to him –letting my arm brush against his leg as I bent over to whisper in his ear. “You better finish getting ready.” He grunted in assent and got off the bed without looking at me. He quickly grabbed his clothes and began to change. I couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered he was – first he tripped trying to pull on his jeans and then he dropped his shoe several times before sitting with a huff on the floor. He shot me a side-eye and grinned wickedly. I gulped – I could tell the game was on now and I would have to play really good defense to keep up with him.

We made our way carefully to the house – it had been sleeting outside and the deep snow had developed an icy crust. I breathed a sigh of relief as the front porch of Clint’s house was within my reach. Just as I was celebrating for not falling, a hard icy ball hit me in the back and I fell face forward into the snow. Bucky was roaring with laughter and sliding on the slick ice patches as he made his way to me. “I swear to god Barnes!” I yelled as he reached out a hand. I grabbed it and grinned. He immediately realized his mistake. “Stupid idea!” I shouted and pulled him down beside me.

“Oh come on Y/N! I’m hurt!” he whined as he laughed and rolled around in the snow.

“Walk it off, soldier!” I shouted through fits of laughter. He rolled on top of me and pinned me to the ground. “Buck it’s cold!” I whined. He laughed and kissed me softly.

“Barnes – I know you’re no scientist but do I really need to explain the way cold impacts performance?” Tony’s sarcastic tone floated through the air. Bucky snorted as he got up and pulled me up beside him.

“There you two are!” Clint shouted as we entered the dining room behind Tony.

“I had to explain to the kids that canoodling in the cold is not an efficient use of time,” Tony answered dramatically as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Canoodling?” Steve asked confused.

“Don’t worry about it Steve. I’ll explain it to you one day once you’ve grown up,” Tony quipped. Everyone at the table laughed except for Bucky, who looked properly mortified. Steve still looked perplexed as he stared questionably between Bucky and I.

“I need a beer – Steve?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah – please,” Steve said with a laugh. “Canoodling…” he mumbled to himself as he shook his head.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked.

“How about a glass of wine?” I replied as I snatched the bottle out of Tony’s grasp. He scoffed as I stuck my tongue out at him and poured a sizeable amount into my empty glass.

“You’re in rare form tonight,” he said quietly to me.

“I’m just happy that we’re all together. It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve been able to do this,” I shrugged.

“Sure – that’s all it is,” he laughed to himself. “Regardless – it suits you,” he smiled as he gave me a wink.

“What were you mumbling about Stark?” Bucky asked as he sat down beside me with a beer in his hand.

“Oh I was just telling Y/N how lovely she looked tonight; don’t you agree Barnes?” he asked innocently. I tried to elbow him but he dodged and I almost fell out of my seat. Everyone was looking at Bucky now and I could feel my face growing redder by the second.

Bucky paused for a second and smiled at me with a shrug. “I think she always looks pretty lovely myself, but yes now that you point it out– there’s something about the ‘just fell in the snow look’ that makes it extra evident,” he chuckled to himself. My blush grew even deeper but attention was quickly taken off of Bucky and myself as the various types of food were passed around the table. “You do look beautiful,” Bucky whispered in my ear as he squeezed my thigh with his hand. “There’s something about this place – it suits you.” I smiled shyly at him and turned to grab the bowl of mashed potatoes from Tony.

“Y/N…Buck… You should probably stay at the house tonight with this weather,” Clint grimaced as he stuck his head out the door to monitor the weather. Bucky eyed the weather weighing his options and then looked at me and sighed shaking his head.

“If Y/N wasn’t so accident prone we could probably make it, but you’re right… it might be best to stay here tonight,” he grimaced.

“I’ll get you guys some blankets and pillows,” Clint called as he disappeared down the hallway. Within minutes both he and Laura came back with high stacks of heavy blankets and pillows. Bucky took them graciously and we bid all of our friends goodnight as they wearily made their way to their rooms.

I watched intrigued as Bucky spread out the multitudes of blankets and pillows onto the floor in front of the fire place. He turned to say something and caught me staring at him. “What?” he asked self-consciously with a small smile.

“Oh nothing – you just never fail to surprise me.” He laughed and offered his hand to me.

“Come here.” I took his hand and slid off the couch onto our makeshift bed. He laid me gently on the floor and tucked us both in before turning his attention back to me. He kissed my neck and traced the curves of my body with his hands –making me squirm.

“We shouldn’t… anyone could walk in,” I whispered in protest.

He smiled against my collarbone as he planted a soft kiss to it. “Doll, that’s half the fun.”

I woke to a commotion. “What’s going…” I replied hazily as I tried to open my eyes.

“Um oh god… hey uh… Buck,” Steve was trying to say casually.

“Now Steve – that is what canoodling looks like,” Tony said proudly as he slapped Steve on the back. As I regained consciousness I realized that a very naked Bucky was sleeping next to a very naked me.

“Oh my god!” I shouted as I covered my eyes. “EVERYONE OUT!” I demanded.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Steve was stumbling both metaphorically and literally as he ran into every single piece of furniture in his proximity.

“What the hell is that racket,” Sam stumbled wearily into the room from the hallway. As he took in the scene his eyes became as big as saucers. “Holy mother of god! That’s something I never needed to witness!” he exclaimed as he shielded his eyes. I desperately looked over at Bucky who was still out cold.

“I will literally kill all three of you without a second thought if you do not leave NOW!” I said as calmly as I could while I grasped all the surrounding blankets around my body. All three men sheepishly made their way back into their rooms – Sam complaining, Tony poking fun, and Steve apologizing profusely. I quickly put on my clothes once the coast was clear and looked down at Bucky who was still half asleep. “Buck,” I whispered softly in his ear as I placed my hand on his back. He groaned softly before slowly opening his eyes.

“Good morning gorgeous,” he said sleepily as he reached up to touch my face. The act was so sweet that I forgot my anger towards him. I could hear Steve raise his voice from the hallway. Tony’s jokes must have finally stopped being funny. “Oh god,” Bucky muttered and closed his eyes with a grimace.

“You better put some clothes on before they come back. If Sam walks in again and sees your ass his eyes may actually burn out of his skull,” I laughed. With a groan Bucky grabbed his clothes and quickly got dressed. “Now that I have been properly mortified I am going to go make some coffee and take a walk outside.” I kissed Bucky softly and made my way to the kitchen.

As I walked through the living room with my cup of coffee I noticed that Steve and Bucky had their heads together whispering in the corner. I rolled my eyes – no doubt it was about this secret mission that Bucky would tell no one else about. I grabbed my coat, laced up my boots, and made my way outside. The world seemed so quiet. The ground and the sky blended together to form glorious shades of white and grey. I sighed happily to myself as I slowly made my way to the tree line. I missed the quiet – New York City was always so fast and so loud. I loved living with the team, but it was never the life I envisioned for myself. I always imagined something much more like this. The fact that Clint had been able to make this life for himself gave me hope that maybe someday I could have it too.

I was so lost in thought that it startled me when Bucky put his arms around me. “I think I owe Clint a new mug,” I muttered as I looked at the now broken one that lay on the ground.

“What were you thinking about so intently?” he muttered in my ear.


“What about it?”

I shrugged. “Something about this weather… this place… it brings me comfort. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the city and all the restless people that live in it. I don’t mind it, but it doesn’t feel like a real home to me…”

“I like the quiet. It’s not something I’m accustomed to, but its something I enjoy,” Bucky added thoughtfully. “When Clint told me I could renovate the barn and make a loft I knew I had to because of how much this place meant to me but mainly because of how much it has meant to you,” he kissed the top of my head.

“Wait,” I turned around to look at him. “You mean you did it? For me?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“For us,” he responded with a sweet smile. “Not all of those missions were actually missions you know.  I just knew I wanted to do something special for you… I was determined to get it done before we came back… I mean Clint and Steve helped a lot. There’s no way I could have gotten it done in time without their help.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that you did it?” I asked shyly.

“Well I thought maybe it was too much since things had been so rocky between us…. So I wanted to gauge your reaction.” He shrugged. “I just wanted you to have a place that you could come to whenever you wanted but still have family near. You speak so fondly of Laura, and the kids…. And Clint was more than happy to give me the space.”

I smiled shyly and turned away – fighting back the tears that threatened to trail down my face. No one had ever done something so kind for me. “Do you think it’s possible for people like us?” I asked softly as the sun peaked lazily between the clouds.

“What?” he whispered.

“To be happy for longer than a fleeting moment?” I tried so helplessly to not let the fear I was feeling seep into my words.

“I hope so.” I could hear the doubt in his voice. “Whatever you do – don’t let it go,” he whispered as he squeezed me tightly.


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Royalty // Hoshi // Pt. 1

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7

Word count: 2,514

Genre: royal au, fluff, bit of angst

Summary:  You’re driven from your own kingdom by your wicked step-mother and flee to the one safe place you know…but how safe will it stay

Wonwoo strolled across the palace grounds, his navy blue coat trailing after him. He held a few books in one hand, and some plants he was going to make medicine with later that evening. Of course, that didn’t happen because he stumbled upon you on his way to his work room. Wonwoo had stopped by the palace gates to say hello to his close friend Mingyu, a palace guard, when he found Mingyu was already occupied. There you stood, clothed in a tattered white cloak, you’re white boots muddied and broke and your hair a mess, falling out of the braid it was originally in. On of your gloved hands held onto the reins that belonged to a tired and hungry looking horse. The sight was pitiful. As he walked closer, the words exchanged between you and Mingyu became more clear.

“Miss, it’s the middle of the night, and the Prince hasn’t informed me of your arrival, I simply cannot let you in.” Mingyu said, resting his hand on the sword strapped around his waist.

“I promise Prince Seungcheol knows me!” you cried, taking a step closer to Mingyu. “I’m the princess of the Snow Kingdom!”

“I’m sorry ma’am, maybe if you come back in the morning…” Mingyu declared.

“Mingyu!” Wonwoo called out a few steps away from the gate.

“Oh hey Wonwoo.” Mingyu answered with a small smile, still not taking his attention off you.

“Mingyu, let her in, i’ll take responsibility if she isn’t who she says she is, and of course, there will be a punishment for her as well if she is not who she claims.”

“But Wonwoo…” Mingyu said, turning to face him better.

“It’s fine.” Wonwoo said with a smile. To be quite honest, Wonwoo didn’t know what had come over him, but there was a certain air to you that made you seem like royalty. Eventually Mingyu sighed and opened the gate. You thanked Mingyu and walked through the gate, pulling your horse alongside you. Right away, Wonwoo noticed the limp in your step that you were trying to hard to cover.

“Are you hurt?” Wonwoo questioned, looking down at your foot. You laughed sheepishly.

“Just a bit.” Wonwoo sighed and shifted everything into one arm, then grabbed the reins of your horse from your hand.

“Get back on your horse, you shouldn’t walk on that foot.” He stated. You easily mounted your horse and wonwoo raised an eyebrow. Maybe he’d made a mistake, would a princess really be able to mount a horse so easily without and help, and with one hurt foot as well? He hoped you really were a princess, because if not the result wouldn’t be good for either of you.

Wonwoo led the horse across the palace grounds, and to his workshop where he had originally been heading. He tied your horse on a post not far from the door and helped you off your horse as easily as he could with only one free hand. You hobbled your way into the building and eventually came to land on a seat Wonwoo had pointed you too. Wonwoo set his things down on a table and quickly set to work, gathering various herbs and jars, and finally a bandage. He knelt down in front of you and gently removed your boot, revealing a rather swollen ankle. He frowned as he poked around your ankle, checking to see if it was broken or not.

“It’s just a simple sprain, it should be better in a few days if you don’t walk on it too much.”

As Wonwoo ground the herbs together in order to make a paste to take the swelling down he looked at you.

“So if you are who you say you are, then what are you doing here?” He questioned, looking back down at his work. You thought for a moment, not sure how much you should tell this new person.

“You could say my kingdom was under attack in a manner of speaking…” You finally answered, clasping your hands in your lap. Wonwoo cocked his head to the side and looked at you, as a way to tell you he needed more of an explanation.

“My step-mother took the throne a few days ago when my father passes away, and now she is trying to kill me because next year i’ll be old enough to claim the throne.” you finally said. Wonwoo nodded.

“Why come here though?” he asked as he added some kind of liquid and began to mix it into a smooth green paste.

“Well, partly because i trust Prince Seungcheol the most, but also because it was the only place i know how to get.” you answered with a small laugh.

“One more question…” Wonwoo said as he began to spread the paste onto a plaster, “What’s your name?”

“(y/n), and you’re Wonwoo as i understand?” you answered, trying not to wince as wonwoo gently applied the plaster to your swelling ankle. Wonwoo nodded slowly as he began to wrap your foot.

“Prince Seungcheol will be awake early in the morning, we can go and meet him then, until then, I suggest you get some rest.” Wonwoo stated as he stood up and admired his handwork.

He led you to a bed that was attached to his office, no doubt there for the sick or injured people that come to see him, but you didn’t care, a bed was a bed, and you hadn’t gotten a good night of sleep for several days now. You thanked Wonwoo gratefully and pulled off your cloak and other shoe, happily climbing into the soft bed.

When you woke up the next morning and walked out of the small room, you found wonwoo sitting at his desk, hunched over a book. As you neared him, he looked up and noticed you.

“Good morning, you’re looking a little rough, you should clean up before you meet with the prince today.” he stated before turning back to his work. You gasped and rushed back into the room you had come from, going straight for the mirror. Wonwoo was right, you were a mess. Your nightgown was no longer white, and had rips all along the bottom. The braid that had once held your hair back was now more like a big knot. Your face was muddied and scratched, and your hands were blistered from holding the horse’s reins so long. You set to work on your hair, pulling the hair band out and running your fingers through it so the knots would come out. Most of the knots weren’t coming out since you didn’t have a brush so you decided to put your hair back in a braid to hide how gross your long hair really was. After looking around the room, you located a wash basin and filled it with water. You scrubbed the dirt from your hands and face, and even washed your arms as well as you could. As for your nightgown, there wasn’t anything you could do for that. You had left so quickly from your kingdom you didn’t have time to change into your proper clothing.

You picked up the cloak you had thrown onto a chair before you went to bed last night and put it on, hiding the fact you were wearing a nightgown as best you could. Meeting a prince in a nightgown would be frowned upon. No matter what the circumstances were, you are still a princess after all. A bit less disheveled, you walked out of the room for a second time that morning. This time Wonwoo stood waiting for you, your shoes by his feet. You walked over and took them from him, hastily sitting on the floor to put them on.

“Are you sure you are a princess?” Wonwoo inquired, “you aren’t very graceful.”

“I got told that a lot back at my kingdom.” you answered as you slipped your boot over the bandage around your ankle. Wonwoo grunted, but made no reply. Eventually the two of you set off to meet with the prince at last.

It took the two of you a while to get to your destination, partly because you were hobbling, but also because you were amazed at how beautiful everything looked.

“This kingdom is so pretty! Look at all the flowers and plants!” You exclaimed happily. Wonwoo looked at you questioningly.

“There is only snow in my kingdom, we didn’t get pretty flowers like these, i’ve only ever seen flowers a few times in my life.” you explained as you examined a honeysuckle plant that had wrapped itself around one of the columns. Wonwoo nodded and continued to watch you giggle over the beautiful plants. Finally you moved on and followed Wonwoo to the room that Prince Seungcheol could be found in. You had expected it to be a throne room, but instead it was an ordinary office. Wonwoo knocked on the door and a loud voice answered saying to come in. You let out a deep breath, Seungcheol better recognize you. It has been a few years, and your appearance was a mess; your life is on the line.

Wonwoo pushed the door open and walked in, you following close behind.

“Oh, good morning Wonwoo.” Seungcheol said from his desk across the room.

“Good morning,” Wonwoo started, “last night I met someone who was looking for you.” he said as he stepped to one side, revealing you. Seungcheol stared at you for a moment, but soon smiled.

“Well I haven’t seen you in a long time Princess (y/n). Why aren’t you at your kingdom?” he questioned, standing up from his desk. Your nervousness melted away upon being recognized.

“About that…” you started, smiling awkwardly.

“What happened to you? Why do you look like that?” Seungcheol asked, noticing how disheveled you looked.  

“My father passed away,” you stated, “and my step-mother took the throne.” Seungcheol’s face became full of worry.

“Oh (y/n), I’m so sorry…” he whispered, shocked upon learning the beloved king for the snow kingdom had passed away.

“It wouldn’t have been to awful, but my step-mother sent people to try and kill me…” you explained for the second time. “I came here because its the only safe place I know. If it would okay if i could hide in your kingdom for a while i would greatly appreciate it, i don’t think she’ll send people after me as long as i don’t go back home, so it shouldn’t cause any issues for you.” you said, practically begging towards the end. Staying here was the only hope you had left.

“Of course you can stay here.” Seungcheol answered with a soft smile. “Our fathers were great friends, it’s the least I can do.” A huge smile spread across your face.

“Thank you so much Seungcheol!” You exclaimed, holding yourself back from hugging the prince. Seungcheol turned towards Wonwoo, who still stood off to the side.

“Thank you for bringing her here.” He said. Wonwoo bowed and left the room, leaving just you and Seungcheol.

“Follow me, i’ll take you to one of the spare rooms we have. You can stay there.”

“I was just going to find a place in the village, i don’t want to impose!” you remarked, rushing after Seungcheol, who was at the door already.

“No, you’re like family to me. My father and i use to come up to your kingdom so often when i was little, you’re like my little sister, i couldn’t let you stay in the village at a time like this. Plus it’ll be safer if anything does happen.” He declared as the two of you walked down the long hallways.

“Thank you Seungcheol.” you said gratefully after a long silence. Seungcheol smiled.

Seungcheol opened the door to a beautiful bedroom. A huge bed sat pushed against a wall in the middle of the bedroom, and a huge window that overlooked a beautiful garden. Seungcheol smiled when he heard you gasp of delight. He leaned against the door frame as you ran over to the window to look out at all the beautiful flowers that grew in front of it.

“Do you like it?” He questioned. You nodded excitedly.

“Good, I’ll have some of the maids bring you some fresh clothes, just wait here for a few minutes.” he stated before leaving.

As he had said, a few minutes later the maids showed up with a fresh dress. They drew a warm bath for you, and you happily washed the grime from your hair and skin. When you got out the maids helped you dress and did your hair. As they worked you talked with them, learning their names and how they came into the job. The three of you laughed and chatted for a while. It was nice to talk easily with people again. You thanked them once they finished and stood staring out the window for a while after they left. After a while you decided it would be a good idea to explore the new palace you would be staying at for who knows how long. You left your room, clean and refreshed, with only a slight limp to prove the state you had been in this morning had actually happened.

You walked happily through the halls, your hands clasped behind your back. Sunlight shown through the green tree leaves, creating speckled light to fall on the floor in front of the window. You could feel the sun’s warmth as you passed by the patches of light. As much as you loved your own kingdom, the change in scenery was nice.

Somehow you ended up wandering outside, coming to rest on a bench in the middle of a garden. A soft breeze ruffled your pastel blue dress, and the fountain next to you splashed around happily. You finally felt at peace. How you could feel at peace when you beloved kingdom was under the rule of a wicked queen was beyond you, but maybe you were just going crazy from pain killers Wonwoo had you take before you met with Seungcheol.

You leaned back on one hand and closed your eyes as you let the sunshine cover you like a warm blanket. As you basked in the sun, the sound of footsteps could be heard along the stone path you had followed to the bench. You opened your eyes to look at who was coming, but quickly pulled your hand up to shade your eyes from the bright sun. After blinking several times, the figure in front of you finally came into focus. There, right before your eyes, stood the most beautiful person you had ever seen. With his dark black hair and sparkling eyes that seemed to shine brighter than the sun. His hand resting on the silver hilt of his sword strapped to his waist and a small smile on his lips.

“Who are you?” He questioned.

“Who are you?” You asked back, ignoring his question.

“Prince Soonyoung of the Ocean Kingdom.” he answered proudly, a bright smile appearing on his face.

Auston Mattews - Part 16

Longest post yet, but definitely worth it. 


I awake with a start, covered in sweat and my thoughts swirl around the dream I just left, full of slow kisses and rough touches from a boy that I should not be dreaming about. A knock on my door startles me and I realize that was what woke me in the first place.

               “Y/N? Get your butt up, we have a lot of things to do today!” Alex yells from the other side and a moment later I can hear her yelling a similar thing to Auston.

               I groan and roll onto my back, the sun glaring into my room despite the curtains. I untangle myself from the sheets and stagger to my feet and make my way into the bathroom. I turn on the water faucet and splash my face with water, wiping away the last traces of makeup and sleep. Once I get dressed and ready for the day, I head downstairs to the kitchen where Mrs. Matthews is setting the table and Mr. Matthews is finishing up a massive breakfast.

               “Ah, good morning sleeping beauty!” Mr. Matthews says, catching sight of me entering the room and Auston’s head instantly swivels in my direction, I want to ignore him but after last night I can’t bring myself to.

               I give him a shy smile, along with Mr. Matthews and sit next to Auston. I tell myself it’s because it’s the only seat open.

               “Y/N, we are going sledding this morning! There’s a huge hill about a mile away that we can use,” Breyana exclaims, clapping her hands.

               “Oh, fun!” I say, grabbing my glass of orange juice and taking a sip.

               “Then lunch, after that ice skating and skiing for a few of us, and then-,“ Breyana is cut off by Alex shoving a piece of pancake in her face.

               “You don’t get to make the schedule, Breyana,” she says in her typical big sister tone and Breyana scowls at her.

               “What do you mean skiing for a few of us?” I ask as Mrs. Matthews shovels pancakes and eggs onto my plate.

               “Well, Auston isn’t allowed to because the possibility of getting hurt is high, and mom and dad also don’t ski,” Breyana explains, wiping her face with a napkin. “Do you ski?”

               “No,” I shake my head. “I only know how to snowboard. I’m sure they are similar but with my luck I’d break every bone in my body. So you can count me out for that one.”

               Auston shifts next to me, when I look at him I see a grin pulling at his mouth and I can tell he’s plotting something. Alex catches my eye and quirks an eyebrow at me and I’m quick to turn my focus on my pancakes. Does this family ever stop watching me?

               An hour later, Mrs. Matthews is double checking that everyone is warmly dressed, and is trying to put another scarf around Breyana.

               “Mom! I am fine!” Breyana is whining, swatting the scarf away, and earning a stern glare from Mrs. Matthews.

               “You’re not making Y/N wear fifteen layers!” Breyana argues and I roll my eyes.

               “That’s because Y/N is from Michigan, she’s used to the cold and she won’t complain,” Mrs. Matthews snaps right back and Breyana sends a scowl my way.

               “And Breyana doesn’t have me to keep her warm,” someone breathes in my ear and goosebumps erupt on my skin. Before I can even look at him, Auston has already made his way over to Alex, already in conversation with her. How does he do that?

               “Alright, there’s three snow mobiles in the barn, so you four decide who you’re riding with,” Mr. Matthews says, putting on his gloves and opening the slider door for everyone.

               I instantly grab Breyana’s hand and pull her to my side.

               “Hey!” She complains and tries to wiggle out of my grasp.

               “Nuh uh, you’re riding with me,” I say to her and drag her with me, past Auston and Alex who are watching us with amused grins.

               “But,” Breyana starts to complain and I silence her with a look.

               “You wanna ride with someone who hasn’t ever drove one before?” I ask her, this makes her put on a thoughtful expression.

               “No…” she says after a moment and the excitement comes back to her face.

               “Exactly, we will be the first ones there,” I whisper conspiratorially.

               “How do you know where to go?” A voice asks behind me and I glance back to see Auston right behind us.

               “I planned on following that sign right there that says sledding hill this way,” I reply sweetly, batting my eyelashes at him.

               “Smartass,” he scowls at me.

               I wink at him and turn my attention back to Breyana.

               When we throw open the doors to the barn, I quickly take stock of the snow mobiles and quickly drag Breyana to the fastest one.

               After making sure that Breyana has her helmet on properly so that Mrs. Matthews doesn’t have a heart attack, I make her hug me around the waist and pull the throttle, speeding out of the barn before the others have even gotten their helmets on.

               There’s a strange sense of freedom that comes with driving one, especially when there is nothing in your way. I can hear Breyana squealing and screaming with excitement as we rocket across the frozen ground and I soon find myself doing the same. We reach the hill, complete with a set of stairs that lead all the way to the top within a few minutes, so I take Breyana around in a few circles until we see the others in the distance.

               We pull to a stop and Breyana groans, complaining that she wants to keep going.

               “We will have plenty of time for it later, Bre,” I help her take off the helmet as we wait for the others, her pout firmly in place.

               I spot a shed at the bottom of the stairs and open the door to find several inner tubes to slide down the hill on. I drag out six and stack them by the stairs, by now the others have arrived. I wait patiently at the bottom but Breyana grabs her own and starts up the stairs.

               “My goodness, how fast did you get here?” Alex asks once she reaches me, her cheeks already pink from the cold.

               I just shrug and quickly grab my own tube, Mrs. Matthews within ear shot with a stern look already on her face.

               The next couple hours are a blur of laughing, snow and the occasional shy smile. After lunch, we head to a small frozen pond, ice skates in tow. I have been dreading this all day. I haven’t skated since I was fifteen years old when I fell in front of an entire junior team. Everyone sits on the snow covered benches and starts lacing their skates. I take the pair Mrs. Matthews hands me and take a seat next to Alex, trying to watch how she laces them.

               She finishes quickly and leaves me struggling on the bench alone, as she takes her sister by the hand and they head out onto the ice. I stare at my skates in confusion and I’m about to fake being sick when someone kneels in front of me.

               “Need some help?” Auston asks, smiling up at me.

               “Actually I was just about to fake being sick so I could get out of this,” I mutter, embarrassed.

               “Do you not skate?” He asks, reaching out and undoing the pathetic job I had been working so hard on.

               “Not at all. My dad tried to teach me so many times and the last time I tried I fell in front of an entire team of boys my age and wanted to die,” I reply, watching his fingers move effortlessly across my skates.

               “None of them offered to teach you?” He asks, sending a grin up at me.

               “No, why would they do that?” I ask, frowning at him.

               “I think any teenage, hormonal boy would look for any excuse to hold your hand,” he says, looking back down at my skates and getting back to work.

               “Aren’t you still a teenage boy?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

               “Exactly,” he says, smirking up at me and I blush.

               “Like I said last night, pervert!” I snap at him and then remember being in my room, crying and him comforting me through the wall and I instantly soften. I raise my eyes from his hands and study his face instead. Why would he put so much effort into comforting me, especially after the teasing last night in the hot tub?  And on top of that, why didn’t he mention it this morning?

               Auston seems to feel my gaze and glances up at me, not saying anything. We stare at each other in silence, forgetting the others who are zooming around on the ice giggling and making fun of each other. I want to thank him, but I can’t think of a single way to say it out loud. Instead I slowly reach out my hand, brushing his cheek gently with my bare fingers, wiping away a melted piece of snow and hope he understands. His head tilts into my hand slightly and I faintly smile.

               “All done,” he says quietly and I lower my hand from his face. I break our gaze and look down at my perfectly tied skates.

               “Fantastic,” I mutter, dreading the next hour.

               “Come on, I’ll help you,” Auston says and gets to his feet, holding his hand out to me. I eye it for a moment and then realizing I have no choice, take it, letting him help me down to the pond.

               Auston doesn’t let go of my hand once he takes his first step onto the ice and I hesitate before following. I cling to his hand with both of mine, my legs locking up like a baby colt.

               “Relax, Y/N,” Auston says, his other hand coming to my arm. “Just do what I do.”

               He pulls me with him, skating backwards, while I try to mimic his steps.

               “That’s better!” He says, laughing.

               “Are you laughing at me?” I demand.

               “Yes,” he says without hesitating and I scowl at him which makes him laugh harder. “You are doing better, just take longer strides and kind of widen your stance, here.” He stops us and puts his knee between mine, pushing them farther apart.

               I try to concentrate and do as he says, I take a stride and to my surprise, I don’t topple over.

               “There we go!” He exclaims and within ten minutes I don’t have to hold onto him anymore, but that doesn’t mean I let go.

               I spend the next hour going from person to person, refusing to skate on my own. I mostly find myself with either Alex or Auston, both of them patient enough to go my speed and it gives me an excuse to hold Auston’s hand. When Mrs. Matthews says she’s had enough, we all follow her off the ice.

               Breyana and Alex are set on going skiing a few miles away at a resort. They offer for me to come with and snowboard, but I shake my head.

               “No, I think I’ll go back to the hill and sled a bit more, or go back to the hot tub,” I tell them, sliding my boots back on.

               Alex and Breyana climb onto a snowmobile and take off towards the resort after saying goodbye and Mr. and Mrs. Matthews get onto theirs, heading back to the house. Which leaves Auston and I standing there awkwardly.

               “Well, I guess that means I’m going with you,” he says after a moment and climbs onto the remaining snow mobile, taking the driver’s seat.

               “If you’re going with me then you sit in back,” I snap at him, gesturing for him to move back.

               “What? Why?” He asks, a perplexed look on his face.

               “Because I’m driving,” I say, walking towards him and again gesturing for him to move.

               Auston raises his eyebrows at me and doesn’t move.

               “If you don’t move, I’ll find a way to make you,” I challenge, crossing my arms.

               “I highly doubt that,” Auston laughs and I bite my lip.

               I grab his helmet from the back seat and step up to him. He eyes the helmet warily and I gently put it on him, strapping it and adjusting his visor. Auston remains silent the whole time and while I can’t see his face because of the helmet, I know he’s watching me.

               I then place my own helmet on and take a breath. Putting my foot on the snow mobile, I slowly place my other leg on the opposite side, effectively straddling the seat but also placing me directly in front of Auston with very little room between us. I slowly lower myself onto the seat, or Auston’s lap, whatever way you want to look at it. Just like I imagined, I meet solid muscle and Auston doesn’t budge, so I’m wedged between him and the handle bars.

               Auston’s hands are still on the handle bars, so I reach out and pry his fingers off before grabbing his wrists and placing them around my waist. Now that he has no leverage besides his weight, I push my butt back, although I didn’t exactly plan on my butt being positioned right in front of his hips. I ignore all thoughts of that and slowly I make progress, he scoots back just enough that I can slide off his lap and onto the seat itself.

               Thoroughly pleased with myself, I turn the ignition on and shift into gear. Auston remains silent the whole time, but the fact that his arms are still tight around my waist is enough for me to know I didn’t overstep any boundaries and I rocket the sled forward.

               We reach the hill again and I quickly jump off, removing my helmet. Auston stays sitting and removes his helmet slowly, his eyes are on me and again are incredibly dark, but still he says nothing.

               “Well, you can stay down here if you want, I’ll be up there,” I say cheerfully, pointing at the stairs.

               I go to the shed and retrieve an inner tube, sending another smile back at Auston, who has at least finally gotten off the sled. I start up the stairs and once I get halfway I glance back to see Auston following behind me a ways back, his own tube in hand.

               I look forward again, hiding my smile. I reach the area where we all started out at and decide to at least wait for him. Once he reaches me he doesn’t look at me, instead his attention is caught by a bush at the end of the stairs. He nudges it with his foot and to my surprise, he reveals more stairs behind it.

               Auston finally meets my eyes and nods towards the stairs, silently asking me. I hesitate a moment and then decide to go for it. I step over the bush and start up the stairs, which I can now see leads to another landing much farther up the hill.

               When I reach the new landing, I’m completely out of breath. I try to hide it at first but when Auston joins me I can hear his breathing as well and don’t feel as bad.

               He still hasn’t said a word to me and it’s starting to make me anxious. I look at him and find him already looking at me, and again I can see him thinking.

               “What?” I ask after a moment, his gaze making my uneasy.

               Instead of answering me, he steps forward so he’s directly in front of me, inches from my face. He tilts his head towards mine and I don’t know what to think or what to do. He leans down and before I can do anything he pulls my inner tube out of my hand.

               “What are you doing?” I ask, looking down at his hand now around my ride down the hill.

               Again he ignores me and without stepping away from me, his face still inches from mine, he throws my inner tube down the hill.

               “Auston!” I yell, my mouth falling open. “What are you doing?”

               “Doing exactly what you are doing to me,” he finally responds.

               “And what’s that?” I snap, crossing my arms in front of my chest and glaring at him.

               “Driving you crazy,” he breathes at me and I am speechless. He doesn’t move from his position right in front of me and I refuse to move either. I continue glaring at him and he continues to give me his dark-eyed look.

               Unable to take the silence I speak first.

               “Well you did a fantastic job at it,” I snap, gesturing at my inner tube which has now made its way all the way down to the base of the hill.

               “Thank you,” Auston says and finally takes a step back and I can finally breathe again. “Now, let’s go,” he adds, setting his tube down and settling himself down on it.

               “Excuse me?” I ask, going to his side.

               “Let’s go,” he repeats and gestures his lap.

               I splutter, unable to find any words to throw at him.

               The seconds tick by and Auston glances at his pretend watch on his wrist. I scoff at him and roll my eyes.

               “Come on Y/N, I thought you wanted to go sledding,” Auston says, his tone teasing and I want to smack him.

               “You are a despicable human being,” I snap, and step closer, wondering how I’m supposed to do this gracefully.

               “Thank you,” Auston replies, and holds out his hand to help me. “Allow me.”

               I throw him a filthy look and ignore his hand, I take a deep breath and try not to think too much about the boy sitting beneath me as I lower myself down and sweep my leg across him, settling down onto his lap.

               “Ah, see how easy that was?” Auston asks, his mouth right by my ear.

               “Shut up,” I grumble at him and his body vibrates beneath me as he laughs.

               He somehow shimmies us to the edge of the landing.

               “Ready?” He asks, again his breath tickles the side of my face. Unable to speak I just nod.

               Auston pushes us off and we shoot down the hill, our combined weight making us go much faster than before. I can’t help but squeal in delight as we fly down the hill. However, our combined weight makes it much harder to maneuver the tube down the hill and we hit a snow drift halfway down. We go sideways for a moment before we roll off, both of us unable to hold on.

               We roll over each other several times before coming to a stop, me on top of him, our legs and arms a tangled mess. We breathe heavily for a moment, both of us unsure what happened until we bust out laughing. I realize I’m still hovering over him and quickly roll to my side but he follows me, me now on my back and him on his side right above me.

               “Plan worked better than I thought it would,” he mutters, staring down at me. The back of my head is cold and I realize my hat fell off somewhere, my hair is splayed around me but I don’t mind. I stare up at him, my eyes going from his eyes to his mouth and back again, my body completely frozen.

               Auston stares back, his eyes staying on mine. Something in the air changes and just like in his car a few nights back, there’s electricity around us, just waiting for that spark. My breathing picks up and I don’t even feel embarrassed, too focused on his mouth. With my heart pounding against my ribs I’m positive he can feel it.

               Very slowly he leans down, giving me plenty of time to pull away. I don’t. Auston’s lips touch mine and everything in my body comes to life, a deep warmth touching every nerve and cell of my entirety. He moves his lips gently against mine before pulling away slightly, my eyes flutter open and I can’t help but smile. Auston seemingly reassured by my smile, leans back down again, this time when his lips touch mine he doesn’t hesitate.

               His lips press against mine roughly, the tip of his tongue asking for permission. I willingly open to him and marvel at his taste, a mixture of honey and something sweet, like he just ate some type of fruit. It’s intoxicating, nothing like I expected and I instantly crave more. My hand moves behind his head, slipping his hat off so I can bring my hand to his hair.

               His free hand moves to my neck and then up to my face, cupping my cheek gently. I find myself responding more enthusiastically than I intended and when we finally break apart we are both gasping for breath.

               Auston is the first to speak, his face still inches from mine.

               “Remind me again, what was that setting on the hot tub?” He asks seriously and I laugh, putting my hand behind his head again and pulling his mouth back to mine, effectively ending all conversation.

               After a more thorough examination of each other’s mouths, Auston turns his attention to my jaw and neck. I arch my neck giving him better access and tangle my fingers in his hair, my breathing uncontrollable. My eyes flutter open again and instantly fall upon one of the few stars that have already appeared in the sky, only this time I don’t feel like running and my eyes close once again.

DAY SEVEN: Hallways

WELL… i’m a little late on this one. but whatever! 

FINAL DAY! EXCEPT NOT REALLY! a story about a world where soulmates are connected through their dreams by hallways. soulmates can pass through these hallways, but to their mates, they’ll always appear invisible in this dreaming world unless they’ve met once in the waking world. max and johnny are in this one.

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Cold Nights

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summery: You apartments heat is out and your freezing your ass off

Word Count: 1223

A/N: Okay so being a Canadian I like to think I’m used to the cold but every now and then I just want to be in someones arms so they can warm me up… and then I thought Bucky would be the perfect person for that and this cute stuff happened lol.

Warnings: none :)

Originally posted by sassybananaaa

You hated the winter. Alright … that’s not quite true you loved when you were warm inside under blankets with a hot drink in your hands, staring at the snow covered ground. That was beautiful. What wasn’t beautiful was that your Brooklyn apartment was currently freezing. Apparently the heater shut down while you were at work and wouldn’t be fixed until the next day, now the cold air from the outside filled the whole space and no matter how many blankets you got it was no help.  

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I Can’t Save Her: Part 11

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Brief Sexual Content

Word Count: 2210

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: A little fluff and establishing a little foreshadowing on things to come. I never really do weekend updates anymore – but I am breaking my streak. Also, enjoy the fluff while you can. We are in for a bumpy ride. I always love hearing from you guys. I hope you enjoy it! Tags are at the bottom – let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged. x

Originally posted by mecriii

Originally posted by strictly-bucky

I woke up the next morning feeling like I couldn’t breathe. When I tried to move I realized I was pinned under something heavy. I peaked through my eyelashes to see Bucky draped over me like a blanket. We had never made it off the couch last night. As I looked around the room I realized no one else had faired much better with the exception of Nat, Bruce, Laura, and Clint. Tony was dozing in a beaten up armchair with his glasses setting crookedly on his nose and Steve was out cold on the floor with Sam nearby. “Can’t breathe,” I muttered as I tried to move Bucky off of me. He grunted in protest but made no indication that he was going to move. “Seriously…cannot breathe…… Buck…. get off…you are squashing me to death.” Finally, my protests roused Bucky enough for him to push himself off the couch and look at me sleepily. He offered me his hand – which I took and he wearily pulled me from the couch. “Buck, what are you doing?” I asked confused as he wearily pulled me towards the door and kicked his boots on. “Buck I don’t even have shoes… Hey!” Before I could finish my sentence he opened the front door, and swept me off my feet and into his arms. “Just what do you think you’re doing Barnes?” I asked as the cold air hit me and I buried my face into his shoulder.

“Taking you to bed,” he replied gruffly. He slowly trudged through the snow until we were finally back to our warm little loft. I quickly buried myself under layers upon layers of blankets. Bucky walked back to the bed after visiting the closet to find dry clothes and laughed, “Y/N, are you in there somewhere?”

“Yes,” I answered sheepishly. “I’m not made for cold weather.” I peeked from beneath the covers. He smiled at me and climbed into the bed inching his way under the covers until his arms were around me.

“Mmm,” he sighed into my hair.

“What?” I asked as I huddled next to him for warmth.

“You smell like whiskey and campfires,” he said sleepily. I couldn’t help but snort at his response. Suddenly a cellphone pinged from the nightstand. The sound made Bucky’s entire body tense. He sighed wearily and got out of bed.

“What is it?” I asked as I turned around in the bed.

“Fury.” He responded shortly. His whole demeanor had changed suddenly. “He’s coming to pick me up in twenty.”

“How the hell is he going to pick you up? There has to be at least a foot of snow on the ground?”

Bucky scoffed, “You know Fury – snow and holidays can’t stop him. I need to go talk to Steve before I go.” He picked up a tactical bag that I hadn’t even noticed he had brought.

“Did you plan for this to happen?” I asked trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.

“I was afraid it would,” he turned to look at me and, seeing my head hanging in disappointment, moved to the bed and sat beside me. “I’m sorry doll. I had this whole week planned out… for you…” he was running his hands through his hair nervously.

I put my hand on his leg and he paused to look at me. I had made up my mind not to ask him where he was going because I knew he wouldn’t answer. He would have already told me if he if he wanted me to know and I didn’t want to spend our last few minutes bickering.  “Promise me you’ll try to be back before Thanksgiving. I really want to be able to spend it with you…” I asked quietly.

The sternness in his face that had been there since he received the message from Fury melted, and was replaced with a soft small smile. He bent down to kiss my forehead and whispered, “I promise I will try my best.” He grabbed his bag and sighed. He turned to look at me one more time before he walked out of the loft— closing the door behind him.

“Y/N,” I turned from looking out of the window to face Steve. The snow had picked up and was falling heavily now. It was Thanksgiving Day – three days since Bucky had left and none of us had heard a word from him. “I promise – if there’s any way he can get here he will,” Steve continued.

“I know – I just hope he’s okay. Did he tell you anything other than Fury was going to pick him up?” I asked casually. Sometimes Steve wasn’t very good at the art of subterfuge so I figured it was worth a shot.

“Actually… no,” he replied and shrugged. “I didn’t push the envelope – you know how he gets when he’s made up his mind.” I snorted in response and went back to staring out the window.

“Y/N, would you mind helping me in the kitchen for a bit? Nat is good with knives but that’s about it,” Laura yelled through the kitchen door. I could hear Nat’s protests in the background and couldn’t help but laugh. I made my way to the kitchen and begun working under Laura’s orders. While I wasn’t the world’s best cook I certainly appreciated the distraction. After hours of prepping, mixing, and baking I felt exhausted but oddly satisfied. As I was taking out the last pie from the oven I heard the kitchen door open. I didn’t think much of it since Clint, being a dutiful husband and host, had popped in and out of the kitchen periodically throughout the day to help with the preparation.

“That smells amazing,” I heard Bucky say from behind me. The sound of his voice made me jump— nearly dropping the pie in the process. I managed to catch the pie, but not without burning my hand.

“Shit!” I ran to the sink and put my hand under the faucet.

“Clint! Get some of the burn cream from the bathroom, please. Y/N burned her hand on a pie,” Laura yelled out the door. I could immediately hear Sam roaring with laughter in the other room. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks as Clint came into the room and handed me the cream. Without looking at Bucky I grabbed him by the hand and headed straight to the loft. “You two better be front and center in three hours for dinner,” I could hear Laura call behind us.

Once we were safely back in the loft I turned around to look at him and let out an angry huff. “What the hell happened to you?!” I asked as I looked him up and down. He had a cut above the bridge of his nose and a black eye.

He shrugged and grabbed my hand, “Let me take care of this for you.”

“Oh nope. James Buchanan Barnes – strip now.” I demanded. I needed to see the extent of any other injuries. Bucky always had the ‘walk it off’ mentality.

He sighed wearily, “Listen doll, while I’m certainly not opposed to going all twelve rounds with you – I’m a little tired right now. Maybe we could just rest?”

I crossed my arms in frustration. He was deflecting which was never a good sign. “That’s not what I meant,” I replied. “Okay – let’s at least get you in the shower,” I acted defeated but it was a ruse. I could easily assess the damage this way.

And of course he fell for it – a wicked smile spread across his face as he replied, “As long as you’re coming with me.” I snorted in assent while playfully rolling my eyes.

“Come on soldier, let’s get you cleaned up,” I replied – grabbing him by the hand and leading him to the bathroom. Once we were in the bathroom I eyed the huge whirlpool tub. “Um… maybe a bath instead of a shower,” I asked raising an eyebrow in question.

Bucky laughed, “Whatever you want doll.” I turned the tap on to as hot as it would go and turned to help Bucky. He was moving stiffly and had his shirt stuck above his head. I laughed and pulled the shirt off the rest of the way. “Thanks doll,” he said with a smile. He was covered in bruises. I bit my lip to keep myself from demanding an explanation. I turned away shyly as he removed the rest of his clothes and began to remove my own. I wasn’t sure where the sudden shyness came from – we had slept together and had effectively seen every inch of each other’s bodies but somehow this act made me feel more vulnerable. I could hear the water splash as Bucky lowered himself into the tub with a sigh.

“You better make room for me, soldier,” I said with a smirk as I turned around. Bucky’s pained expression stopped me in my tracks for a second – luckily he had his eyes closed so he missed my concern. I slid into the tub behind him and he rested  his head on my chest. “I missed you,” he sighed deeply. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to call… we were on the ground running as soon as we landed.”

“That bad?” I asked quietly as I ran my fingers through his tangled hair.

“You should see the other guy – he looks a lot worse than me” he snorted.

“Let’s take a look at you,” I replied, gently pushing him off of me. He assented and sat up. I sucked air between my teeth. He had definitely come home looking worse after missions but he was definitely pretty battered looking. “Jesus, Buck… This needs stitches,” I said after gingerly pealing off a bandage. “I’m going to give Fury a piece of my mind when I see him…” I started as my anger grew.

“No, don’t. He wanted me to get doctored up but I wanted to get back here. I knew you would take care of me,” he replied with a shrug.

I smiled to myself. “Let’s get you cleaned up so I can get you patched up before dinner.”

“Whatever you say, doll, but I’ve changed my mind…” he paused for a moment.

“About what?” I asked confused.

Suddenly he turned around in the tub and wrapped his arms around me— effectively sloshing water over the top of the tub and onto the floor. “I think I have enough energy for you now,” he whispered with a smile. Before I could protest his lips crashed against mine. There was a sweet urgency to his movements as he kissed me and his hands trailed the length of my body. My heart was racing – this was different from before. Every touch – every kiss— he reacted as if it wasn’t enough. He slid into me with a soft sigh. We found our rhythm as the water splashed over the edges of the tub. Finally, we both found our release and Bucky laid his head on my chest. “God—I missed you,” he sighed again as he covered me with soft kisses.

“I missed you too,” I hummed into his ear. “Now let’s get out of here – the water is getting cold and I seriously need to get you patched up.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied as he stood up slowly and stepped out of the tub. He walked casually across the room – dripping water as he went. He grabbed two towels and threw me one before drying himself off, and heading into the bedroom with me trailing behind him.

Once we had both found comfortable pairs of sweats I sat on the bed next to him and set to work – my brow furrowed in concentration. “Am I going to live, doc?” he asked cockily.

“Remember – I’m the one that’s about to stitch you up, but yes I think you’re going to make it,” I laughed. I couldn’t do anything for the deep purple bruises that covered his torso. I gingerly touched his side and he winced. “I’m guessing you have some cracked or seriously bruised ribs – unfortunately you are just going to have to deal with those,” I added dryly. After cleaning his cuts and bandaging the ones that requires bandages I steadied myself and began stitching up the large cut below his right shoulder blade. His body tensed as I progressed through my work. Ten stitches later, I sighed with relief as I covered my work with a bandage. “All good,” I responded. I had suddenly noticed that my hand was beginning to throb again now that I wasn’t worrying about him.

“Not quite,” Bucky responded as he turned and took my hand to look at it. He procured the burn cream that Clint had given me and carefully applied it to the little burn on my hand. He kissed my palm and looked at me sleepily. “Now… we have two hours before supper. Can we sleep for a little bit? I haven’t slept in 24 hours,” he asked quietly.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” I replied with a yawn. I laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as I slowly drifted to sleep.

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((Alrighty, since these four are super similar, I’m combining them into one. So the scenario will be, MC with RFA+minor trio (V, Unkn, Vndrwd) seeing snow for the first time, they wake up MC, and eventually turns into a blizzard. This all takes place on Christmas Day))


  •  He wakes up excited for Christmas
  • He runs from the bedroom into the middle of his apartment (still in PJs)
  • He throws open the window, and it’s heavily snowing.
  • He sprints back to the bedroom and jumps on the bed (MC was still in the bed)
  • “MCMCMC wake up wake up it’s snowing!”
  • He’s so excited he’s about to cry
  • MC gets up and he basically drags her over to the window.
  • Have you seen those videos of puppies seeing snow for the first time? Now imagine that they have blonde hair…that’s Yoosung
  • It just keeps snowing, and before you know it, there’s at least a good meter of snow on the ground…and the snow just keeps coming!
  • Guess that they’ll have to stay in, watch old Christmas movies and snuggle with hot cocoa. Oh darn
  • But first, Yoosung insists on opening presents.


  •  He gets up at 6 for his morning run
  • But when he gets completely ready and opens the door, he finds that there’s a good 15cm of snow
  • No way he’s running in that.
  • He goes to wake up MC, because he doesn’t want to be awake alone
  • Besides, he hasn’t seen it snow like this since he was a kid
  • And this was his first snow with MC, so instead of gently waking up MC like he planned, he accidentally started shaking her excitedly
  • “mmph, Zen, it’s six thirty. I wanna sleep more”
  • “Yeah, but it’s snowing MC…and it’s Christmas! Come on babe, wake up!”
  • MC gets up, and when she sees the snow, she runs straight to the window.
  • It just keeps dumping snow! Pretty soon they’re going to be snowed in
  • Guess they have no choice to stay in. Darn. Guess they’ll have to snuggle for warmth. What a tragedy…
  • MC wants to open presents first, so they go and get presents and coffee


  •  Jaehee wakes up and grabs a cup of coffee to wake herself up.
  • She notices that it’s rather chilly, and goes to the window to close the blinds
  • She sees how much snow there is, and since it’s the first snow of the season, it’s rather exciting
  • Especially since it’s Christmas Day
  • And Jaehee’s first snow with MC
  • Jaehee goes to wake up MC, and when MC hears the word snow, she runs over to the window and squishes her face against the glass
  • Jaehee can’t help but laugh because MC’s face looks like a pug puppy with her face squished against the glass, her nose being pushed up
  • The snow keeps falling, and Jaehee decides to keep the shop closed for the day (nobody is going to go out with a meter of a snow with it still dumping snow)
  • They end up getting snowed in, and they decide to open presents, drink peppermint mocha’s and cuddle while the snow came down


  •  MC was up before Jumin…mostly because he liked to sleep in when he could
  • But MC was too excited to sleep in, what with it being Christmas day
  • Elizabeth 3rd decided to wake up with MC and strolled behind MC looking for cuddles
  • MC went to make breakfast when she saw the city covered in snow.
  • She made some sort of squeaking noises, before realizing that she probably woke Jumin up
  • She went to check, but no, he was still asleep…somehow
  • Poor Elizabeth is so confused. MC pick a room and stay. Her little legs can’t keep up.
  • Jumin still isn’t awake after half an hour, and the excitement just gets to be too much for MC
  • So naturally, she tries to get Elizabeth to wake him up, but Elizabeth just cuddles with Jumin
  • Alright, plan B: Shaking Jumin and yelling until he wakes up
  • He wakes up, begrudgingly, and is a bit grumpy until he sees MC jumping up and down
  • “You’re not a morning person. Why are you awake before me?”
  • “Snow! Christmas! Lookies!”
  • He thinks she’s so cute, because she’s just jumping in place as she points to the window
  • He gets up to look and sees that there’s more than a meter of fresh snow, and the day just started
  • Not that it’s a problem, they planned to stay inside the building anyways


  •  MC woke up, and since Saeyoung was still sleeping, she decided to go for a little jog
  • She opened up the large triple security door (Seven had taught her how)
  • However, she was met with almost 20 cm of snow on the ground.
  • A giant smile graced her face as she closed the door and ran back in
  • She ran up to the bed and belly flopped onto Saeyoung
  • He was quite shocked to wake up to that, but when MC started chanting snow, he got up.
  • They ran outside and had a mini snowball fight
  • It kept snowing, and they had to go in before they got snowed out.
  • Oh well, they had lots of food in the house
  • Well, if you count HBC and PHD Pepper as food.
  • Either way, Christmas was a lot of fun


  • V noticed that it was a bit chilly in the house, and he went to go figure out why
  • When he glanced at the window, he couldn’t see anything but a white blur
  • MC insisted that he at least get reading glasses, so he put them on, and saw that the white blur was snow
  • He hasn’t seen snow in forever, and wishes that his eye sight was better.
  • MC woke up from the lack of heat, and V turned to his lover
  • “Oh, did I wake you up? I’m sorry.”
  • However, as soon as MC saw the snow outside the window, she was awake. She ran to the closet and grabbed some blankets, and had V sit with the blankets.
  • “What are you doing MC?”
  • “We’re going to watch the snow together! I mean, isn’t that such a romantic way to begin Christmas morning?”
  • He couldn’t argue with that logic. So MC ran and got both of them coffee and they watched the snow fall before deciding to open presents together. It was snowing so hard, they wouldn’t be able to get anywhere anyways.


  •  Saeran woke up to a rather chilly morning. He went to go turn up the heat, when he saw falling white flakes of…well, something…and it was piled up on the ground too, but it wasn’t rain…
  • He ran back to MC and woke her up, dragging her over to the window
  • MC, what is this white stuff?
  • It took MC a moment to wake up and figure out what Saeran was referring to
  • “Saeran, that’s snow. Have you never seen it before?”
  • “Of course I’ve seen it before, that’s why I’m asking what it is.” Saeran drawled sarcastically
  • MC just shook her head laughing.
  • “What’s so funny?”
  • “Oh, it’s nothing. What’s this white stuff?”
  • “Oh shut up.” Saeran snapped, but MC saw a playful smile on his face
  • MC got them both hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream, and they began to watch the snow falling. Soon, it began to build up, and they couldn’t even get the door open without a snowman building itself in their house.
  • They decided to stay in and cuddle instead. Neither of them would want to celebrate Christmas day any other way


  •  Vanderwood woke up to a rather chilly house, and when they glanced out the window, they saw snow coming down in blankets
  • There was at least a meter of snow already on the ground, and Vanderwood groaned, thinking about how they’d have to shovel the sidewalk.
  • MC woke up, and since she hadn’t seen snow in years, ran outside (still in her pjs may I add), and Vanderwood patiently waited for about three seconds before MC ran back inside, complaining about the cold
  • “Well, since it’s snowing, it’s going to be below freezing outside”
  • “Can’t you feel a little sorry for me?”
  • “You’re the one who chose to go outside, in the snow, with your pajamas on.”
  • “Wow. So sympathetic.” MC replied annoyed
  • “I know right?” Vanderwood said sarcastically
  • MC got changed into warmer clothing and dragged Vanderwood into the snow
  • Vanderwood wasn’t too thrilled to be outside, and MC decided to change that
  • MC had never heard such a high pitch scream as the one that Vanderwood let out as MC dumped snow down their jacket
  • Eventually, Vanderwood had to drag MC inside before they were snowed out, and Vanderwood muttered to themselves as they dried off and got themselves warmed up.
  • Vanderwood wasn’t upset…that’s just how they were. But a small smile could be seen on their face, as MC went to the tree and picked out a small present and handed it to Vanderwood

Requested by @shesaworkoffiction: I was just wanting something where the reader and Draco are married and Scorpius is around 2 years old or so. Maybe it’s snowing? Something with a Winter vibe. The reader is watching her husband and son and is so content and happy with her life. As is Draco. He doesn’t feel like he deserves such a caring wife and loving son after all the mistakes he’s made in the past, but he adores the both of them. I so believe Draco deserves to be happy. He has such a beautiful soul. ♡

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Originally posted by ephemeralsyzygy

It was one of those timeless January nights, which could have happened any other year; except not, since Scorpius just celebrated his second birthday. He was playing with his toys on the carpet of a living room of Malfoy Manor, but every now and then he seemed to get lost in the snowfall on the other side of the window. 

The piano in the corner of the room was playing itself, enchanted by your will, as you sat on the couch, watching over Scorpius as you read the papers. It was a nice moment, oddly quiet for a house in which the two previous days had been filled with a toddler’s wails as he had fought fever. He had finally gotten better, and his good mood seemed eerie to you. 

Downstairs, you heard the front door creak open and close, as your husband  came home from the Ministry. He’s been working tirelessly for the past years, and you knew he did so to find a meaningful way to redeem himself. You heard him talk to another voice, a woman’s voice perhaps a little familiar, so intrigued, you picked up Scorpius, leaving a stuffed animal in his grip, and headed downstairs.

You passed his office as you looked for him, and you saw him rummaging, obviously looking for something. He saw you in the entrance, Scorpius in your arms, and his concentrated frown immediately lit up.

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