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All of the fics I posted in December (and early January) in '25/'26!
grief (sfw) - gn!Reader visits Eddie's grave // loss & angst // platonic or romantic undertones // no season five spoilers
ice skating (sfw) - Bucky Barnes and gn!Reader go ice skating for the first time // pining, yearning, unrequited love (sorta)
mini (van sex) // Eddie Munson x gn!Reader (just a concept)
midnight interruptions and holiday favors (nsfw) // Eddie Munson x fem!Reader // no upside down & no season five spoilers
Dec 24th: holiday festivities and unforgettable attire - pt one (sfw) // Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader // Bucky in his winter Marvel Rivals costume + PR Consultant Reader with mutual pining // thunderbolts spoilers
Dec 25th: pretend (sfw) // BFF!Steve Harrington x fem!Reader // best friends to lovers + fake dating // no upside down & no season five spoilers
Dec 31st 5:00 PM (ET): a simple misunderstanding (sfw) // pt two // Steve Harrington x fem!Reader & Eddie Munson x fem!Reader // no season five spoilers & no upside down & has a petite!reader
Jan 1st 12:00 AM: lost keys (nsfw) // Steve Harrington x fem!Reader // no upside down & no season five spoilers
Pairing: Reader x Price (& Reader x 141)
Rated: Mature
Word count: 2.9k
Summary: A cottage in the snow. A Captain you knew in another life. His rugged and attractive men. Will you let them into your life?
Note: This is a fic I wrote for @literatecowboy for the Secret Santa event organized by @bunnyreaper! I tried to make something soft and sweet and it's taking place during the winter, it's not smutty but if you like it, I can make a part 2 with some action 👀
EDIT: we have a PART 2!!
Content: ex-military!fem!reader, mention of food & alcohol, a little bit of angst but it’s mainly fluff, smoking, flirting, praise kink, sharing body heat
MASTERLIST // PART 2
It had been Laswell’s idea.
The team needs to be ready for snow conditions, do whatever you think is best. You have 3 weeks. And I’m talking extreme weather, Price, not a little trip to your local ski resort.
Those had been the instructions Kate had delivered to an unphased Price.
He knew it was only a matter of time before this kind of mission would be required from them. Of course, the men of the 141 have already trained in the cold of England, have seen and tested the winter gear. But Laswell is about to send them somewhere at the very East of Europe, and there is a small difference between surviving winter in London and surviving winter in places where the cold could kill you in minutes if you didn't have the proper equipment or knowledge. Over there, more than usual, tiny mistakes could have big consequences. And Price would rather not have his team freeze to death because of a lack of training.
It’s December and the month is cold already. But it’s nothing compared to the cold Soap feels when he steps out of the helicopter. It’s like Price has picked the coldest place he knows in America. He’s pretty sure they are somewhere in Wyoming or Montana, the only thing he can see are mountains all around them. Spruce and fir trees sprawl in dark patches contrasting with the stark white of the snow covering everything. He crosses the large glade to reach the tree line, as the helicopter takes off, sending the fresh snow flying in every direction. The sky is a light gray, and while the whole scene is stunning - makes his head spin with equal awe and wonder thinking about nature’s force and brutal beauty - it means there is no sun to warm his face.
“Come on soldiers, let’s move, we still have a two-hour hike to reach our B&B!”
“You mean someone will be there to make us breakfast Captain?” Soap chimes, unbridled joy coming through his voice at the prospect of warm home-made meals instead of MREs.
Price has a hard time hiding a smile as he starts walking on the thin winding path, only recognisable for those who know it’s there. ”There will be someone, but I’m not sure they will cook for you, Sergeant.”
Ghost lets out a dry chuckle and follows the steps of their Captain, leaving Soap and Gaz a bit puzzled.
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The sun is already setting when you hear loud voices outside, and soon after a series of knocks on your door. You’re a little stressed when you rise from the floor in front of your fireplace to go open the door. You have agreed to shelter those 4 soldiers for 3 entire weeks only as a favor to Price. An old acquaintance who saved your life, a decade earlier, before you left the field to heal your wounds - body and mind. The large wood cabin had been your home for a few years already. You keep it open for women like you, in need of time away from the world, although it’s pretty rare they come during winter time when the road is blocked by snow. It’s an old building, but well-kept and you made it as cozy as possible, all warm natural tones, plush carpets on dark wood floors, dark gray stones in the bathrooms.
You welcome them with a soft smile, delighting in their surprise - seems like John had not told them he planned on using your cottage as a back-up base for this training expedition. John’s team members are not really what you expected: there is one Scott with a mohawk that seems simultaneously annoyed and happy to be there (he has terrific blue eyes), a young and calm brown-haired Brit (he’s really cute, like movie-star cute), and a behemoth with a literal skull mask (his size alone has your head spinning). You can’t complain about them though, as they are polite and friendly, praising your home - and for sure taking in the comfort and warmth one last time before heading off for days of rudimental camping in the icy woods. You don’t envy them, remembering that one mission you did in Siberia when you were still in active duty, that wasn’t really fun. They settle in their rooms easily and you all share a quick dinner you had cooked - except for the masked giant. The banter goes fast between them, especially after you offer them beers. You like being alone, but you have to admit they are fun to be around.
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The living room is silent and dark, the only light coming from the fireplace across your couch. After dinner, you had trouble finding sleep in your room, so you went to read a bit in front of the fire. But you must have dozed off, because you wake up suddenly, gasping, arms flailing, sitting up immediately. Your frantic eyes, wide open, scan the room for the reason of your awakening, survival instinct going overdrive. Someone is standing in your living room, frozen in place on their way to the front door. It’s the behemoth with the skull mask - the scariest of them all, of course.
“Didn’t mean to scare you.” he apologizes. In the darkness of the room, it looks like his jaw is not even moving beneath the dark fabric covering the lower half of his face, like the sound just pours out of him or like he’s speaking directly inside your head. He might actually, you’re not entirely convinced the giant is not some sort of supernatural being John brought back from a cursed battlefield. It’s unnerving to say the least.
“I’m sorry, it- it happens sometimes, I can’t help it, my instinct thought you were a threat…” you blurt out before realizing you may have offended him in some way by implying he’s not worthy of your trust. But instead of scoffing, he lets out a thoughtful hum, lowering his head to look at his boots, almost sheepish.
“Don’t. Don’t apologize.” His voice is low, calm, and at the same time you can feel something else, sadness, maybe disappointment, in what or who, you’re not sure.
“Care for a smoke?” he offers after a beat of silence, nodding to the front door. You don’t smoke anymore, cut the nasty habit years ago. That’s why you don’t know what compels you to accept, but you’re not gonna be able to sleep now, so you follow him outside, grabbing your coat on the way.
You half expect him to smoke through the mask, but he pushes the fabric up enough to reveal a strong jaw covered in light stubble, and plush lips. So he’s human after all. The slick and heavy storm lighter looks ridiculously small in his giant hand when he lights his cigarette. He takes a deep puff before handing it to you.
“Sorry, last one.”
Your fingers graze his, and you bring it to your lips to drag a small puff that immediately makes you cough.
“You ok?” he rasps, humor tilting the corner of his mouth upwards.
“Yeah, it’s been a while, that’s all” you provide. He hums in approval at your explanation.
When you hand him the cigarette, you take a moment to look at his mouth, the way his throat works when he inhales, the way the silver smoke dances between his open lips and fades into the night sky. Something warms your gut when you realize his lips are set just where yours had been a few seconds ago.
You don’t know what’s more attractive, this or the fact he doesn’t try to make conversation for the sake of it. He doesn’t bother to explain why he couldn’t sleep and felt the need to smoke at 3 in the morning. He knows you understand. You are just glad to bask in the soft noises of nature at night - wind in the threes, the hooting of an owl. Fuck, you’ve been alone up there for too long to thirst on John’s colleagues just like this, just a few hours after their arrival. You shake your head, driving out the thought, and take the cigarette again from his fingers.
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The next morning, you wake up pretty early after a short night, only to find one of them - the pretty one, Gaz - is already fixing coffee in your kitchen like he belongs there. You honestly could get used to this. The thin long sleeves of his shirt are doing nothing to conceal the muscles underneath, rolling as he’s going about this mundane task of preparing breakfast. His kind eyes and soft voice when he asks for your choice of eggs makes your heart flutter with a yearning for this kind of intimate domesticity you had never really allowed yourself up until then. It’s kinda concerning, at this rate you’re gonna ask one - all? - of them to stay with you in your cottage instead of going back to whatever missions at the other end of the world.
The rest of the day is not making you change your mind. Price had asked if anything needed their help around the house, and you gave them the tedious task of moving the gigantic pile of wood logs stocked at the other end of your garden closer to the house. It would have taken you days to do it by yourself. But by lunch time, the pile had dwindled to a fifth of what it was thanks to the hard work of the four men. The two younger ones were down to their long-sleeve compression shirts despite the cold, sleeves rolled up their elbows, showing off strong forearms, various scars slashing across the discreet swirls of black ink from old tattoos. Some disappear under the black gloves they are all sporting. Sweat plasters the fabric of their shirts to their shoulders and chests. You can’t deny they look fucking good.
You had accepted Price’s demand without much after-thought, but now you couldn’t be more happy about it, ogling those four rugged men laboring away for you. Despite being older than his men, Price is far from looking bad. He’s built like a brick house, a healthy layer of fat covering muscles he’s been honing for two decades. Dark hair peaks from the open collar of his jacket, your eyes follow the line of the thin garment which is hugging his tapered waist, down to his thick thighs. Fuck. You remember what it was like to be close to him - literally and figuratively. He was your colleague, an equal, a couple years older than you but you shared the same rank. He was a mentor, a friend, a lover - only briefly, after that fateful mission where he saved your life on the field. You parted ways in good spirit after you announced that you wanted to retire, needed to get your head straight before committing to anything. Today, you ask yourself if maybe you could take this back from where you left it.
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You want to train with us today, love? Just like old times.
Price had asked you the question the next morning and you had not been hard to convince. It was more about being able to look at them than to train your body, but they didn’t need to know that. Even if you keep a pretty healthy lifestyle, you can’t compete with elite soldiers, and by the fourth set of push-ups, your arms are giving out. You’re about to stop and reach for your water bottle, when Price notices.
“Come on, you can do five more, I’m sure!”
You groan in response, but you go back in position.
“Breathe, love. Back a little more straight. Elbows in. That’s it… Good.”
Price’s deep voice is calm as he’s encouraging you, gently correcting your posture.
“Don’t look down, chin up. Perfect, you’re doing good.” he goes on, and you cheeks warm under his praise, enough to make you forget the stinging cold. Your whole body is clenched with the effort, you’re letting out little cries with each push-up, your muscles are hurting, but you want nothing more than to make the captain proud.
“Just one more. Done! You did great darling, I’m impressed.”
He helps you get up on shaking legs and when you almost stumble, he secures you upright against his chest, keeps you there for two seconds more than he should for it to not look intentional. When you raise your head, you’re suddenly so close to his face, blue eyes staring down at you with a glint in them you can’t ignore. You reluctantly part before reaching for your water bottle again, playing coy.
The three others are not oblivious to the little game between you and Price. You notice how they exchange knowing looks and little smiles whenever you both interact. Worst, they also seem to pick up on your love for being praised and soon enough they take every excuse to whisper how good your aim still is during target training, or how smart you are for knowing everything about the local fauna during your afternoon hike. It never sounds like they’re mocking you though, never feels like it’s not genuine. It’s not fair, really. At this rate, you don’t know how you’re gonna survive living under the same roof with four attractive men for three entire weeks.
The answer to this torture of yours is revealed quickly. After a few days of acclimatization at your cottage, Price and his men are ready for a long expedition higher in the mountains, with just tents and even a short surviving-in-extreme-cold workshop. They will be gone for at least ten days. You watch them pack their gear and leave your place with a pinch in your heart you couldn’t expect when you first opened your door to them.
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Days go by, pretty uneventful, until your heating system breaks down. It’s not the first time since you’re leaving up there, it’s not that scary but you’ll have to wait a few days for the repair team to come by. In the meantime, you resort to live and sleep in your living room, where the fireplace provides enough heat to keep you warm in the heart of the winter.
They come back the day after that, and when you see their silhouettes emerging from the treeline, just before the sun sets down, you can’t prevent your lips to form a smile so big it hurts your cheeks after a couple minutes standing in the biting cold.
The fondness in Price’s eyes is not dulled by the news your heater is out of order, nor is the relief on Soap’s and Gaz’s faces at the promise of a solid roof and comfy beds after days of rudimentary accommodations.
You all work to prepare some food, and to bring a couple mattresses with all the duvets you can find in front of the fireplace - the only sane solution for you all to sleep without suffering too much from the freezing temperatures. It reminds you of your years of service, when you sometimes had to share a single room with your whole squad - you’re not missing the stress and the harsh living conditions, but you’re definitely missing the camaraderie, the jokes and fits of laughter, the bodies of trusted people around you.
They leave you the couch - gentlemen that they are - the objectively most comfortable option, but once again you can’t find sleep. The piece of furniture is the farthest away from the fire, and you’re on your own, no one next to you to share body heat with you.
It’s only because I’m cold. That’s the poor excuse you give yourself - and the one you whisper to Price - when you step down from your couch to seek a place under the cover next to John. He’s sleeping next to Gaz; Soap and Ghost are sharing the other mattress. You slide yourself against him, immediately melting into his chest, the man radiating heat like it’s his only purpose in life. He doesn’t even have to ask you if it’s okay to hold you against him because you plaster yourself to him and nuzzle against his chest, old habits taking over your sleepy brain. A sense of safety and comfort envelopes you at the same time his warmth does. You forgot how good it felt to be in his embrace, to be tucked against his broad chest, surrounded by his smell - manly, ambery wood, and the rich spice of his cigars.
He chuckles silently as you settle at his side and let out a little content sigh. He missed that too, he won’t say it out loud, but having you like this, soft and pliant in his arms, it makes him wonder how he could be such a fool for not seeking you sooner. He suddenly wants to kiss you, to make you feel good, here and now, no matter the fact his men are sleeping just a few inches from you. Should he care? He’s not blind to the fact you spend a good amount of time leering at them since they’re here, and to the fact they are watching you back. He can not ignore the shameless flirting going on between all of you five actually. John has never really been in a situation like this, doesn’t know where this will lead him - where this could lead them. But he’s ready to follow you. He takes a deep breath before he talks.
“Just like old times?” He asks, voice low, chest vibrating with it under your palm.
Just like old times… The words echo in your head, echo in your heart. He gives you the opportunity to lead him - to lead them - wherever you wish.
“Just like old times.” You repeat back to him, before you capture his lips in a gentle kiss.
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🎄 RICKMAS 2025 on AO3 - All the fics on AO3
🎄 Nov:2025 - PROMPTLIST
🎄 Dec:2025: 1. Hello, December (P1)
Reader & Fem!Writer: You end up visiting my writing lair within the multitudes of universes before you fall into another world you love... (Can be read on its own, but is a cont. of Rickmas 2021 p.23-24 & Rickmas 2022 p.23-24 - by popular request.)
🎄 Dec:2025: 2. A Christmas Wish (B1)
Brandon x Fem!Reader: You appear to fall from the sky - as if absurd Christmas wishes spoken at burdening social gatherings and dreamt during dark nights were halfway coming true - when Brandon averts your certain death by breaking your fall...
🎄 Dec:2025: 3. Carol Of The Fates (T1)
Turpin x Fem!Reader: The man you've helplessly yearned for with no hope to attain his adoration or hand in marriage crosses your path with another woman on his arm as the rumours of him marrying make you flee London in despair...
🎄 Dec:2025: 4. White Winter Hymnal (S1)
Snape x Fem!Reader: As you stroll along Diagon Alley with no memory of the place, no memory of your youth or the horror that took your memories, he sees the long-lost love from his teenage years and breaks all over again...
🎄 Dec:2025: 5. Wizards in Winter (H1)
Gruber x Fem!Reader: While the holiday rush of unbearable customers overtake the bank you've slaved in for a year, a handsome and devastatingly charming robber saves the day as you lose your sanity and become his accomplice...
🎄 Dec:2025: 6. As the Right Bell Sounds (B2)
Brandon x Fem!Reader: You're sent to Delaford by Mrs Middletone, where you meet he who saved your life and who has not left your thoughts since. But, not until the housekeeper calls out, do you realise your hero is the one and only Colonel Brandon...
🎄 Dec:2025: 7. Fairy Dance (T2)
Turpin x Fem!Reader: Turpin finds out you've fled London in utter despair, but the reason is misconstrued as your family talks of a colonel, and his possessive rage takes a firm hold as you hide away at your aunt's, that said colonel is headed for...
🎄 Dec:2025: 8. ugly xmas sweater party (Si1)
Sinclair x Fem!Reader: Something snaps in Sinclair while attending a Christmas party together, as you mention your brother coming to visit, he abandons you with a disgusted look and a cursing-out with insinuation that has you revolted in turn...
🎄 Dec:2025: 9. Fireside (S2)
Snape x Fem!Reader: As Severus finds you once more after days of searching, your eyes lock, and a memory so deeply rooted in your heart wakes from its slumber. It's too much, and the world turns so utterly dark before his magic envelops you safely...
🎄 Dec:2025: 10. Russian Dance; The Nutcracker (H2)
Gruber x Fem!Reader: You go on the run with Mr Handsome-German-Robber with your heart in a gallop, your pulse in a roar, and the sound of sirens filling the air as he pulls you along with an unyielding grip of your hand...
🎄 Dec:2025: 11. Candy Cane Lane (H3)
Gruber x Fem!Reader: You wake up with a bloody headache and the charming thief smiling at you, between candy cane promises and questions of what you dare make your normal life, declarations are made...
🎄 Dec:2025: 12. Ice Storm (T3)
Turpin x Fem!Reader: Colonel Moore twirls you through the snow after a long walk while he guesses in jest who has captured your heart - yet the ridiculous guesses do not come close, illuminating the impossibility of your heart's desire, until he arrives...
🎄 Dec:2025: 13. Winter Wonderland (B3)
Brandon x Fem!Reader: Seated at the edge of the roof, Brandon implores you to come down with increasing urgency - but you cannot when it risks your livelihood and any chance to survive the cold. But he won't accept you risking your life further...
🎄 Dec:2025: 14. December, Darling (S3)
Snape x Fem!Reader: We return to the time before you disappeared for twenty-two years, as you lay safely lost in the memories you'd forgotten for so long, he feels a mixture of emotions he can barely hold himself from letting out while watching you...
🎄 Dec:2025: 15. Winter Solitude (T4)
Turpin x Fem!Reader: Your heart burns fervently for him while you ask for forgiveness for its errant wish, and plead for forgiveness regarding the uncontrollable adoration, but you end up in his arms as he declares you will never be held my another... Ever...
🎄 Dec:2025: 16. Reindeer Rebellion (Si2)
Sinclair x Fem!Reader: You go to Sinclair's home with a tightening stomach - asking Rudolph to come with a reindeer rebellion - as the man you thought perfect waits with shame-filled puppy eyes and a divorce story unlike any you'd ever heard...
🎄 Dec:2025: 17. Snowman (H4)
Gruber x Fem!Reader: A year after he robbed the bank you worked at, you're robbing banks alongside him while calling him your snowman. He admits to melting only for you and finally asks what you've wished for...
🎄 Dec:2025: 18. God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen (T5)
Turpin x Fem!Reader: Marrying the judge, his innocent little wisp becomes his adoring wife as he keeps you by his side, and when your knees ache atop the satin pillow, you lie across his desk instead while he adores you a year after your wedding...
🎄 Dec:2025: 19. Believe (S4)
Snape x Fem!Reader: As your memories return, the torment and love of the past overwhelm you to exhaustion. Your past memories and present become one for the first time in twenty-two years, and he asks to share them while he cradles you safely....
🎄 Dec:2025: 20. December (B4)
Brandon x Fem!Reader: You watch the sweet and caring colonel declare his love, you only see his devotion when it truly takes all his bravery to dare hope for your hand in marriage, but he has little to fear as you wholeheartedly wish for him, too...
🎄 Dec:2025: 21. Christmas Nights (S5)
Snape x Fem!Reader: Severus stays with you at your home, and once sleep finally lets you go after the exhaustion, you end up crawling into his arms while sharing hopes, wants, and declarations of love so utterly different from each other yet the same...
🎄 Dec:2025: 22. Wishlist (Si3)
Sinclair x Fem!Reader: Sinclair calls you in a panic so bizarre it stumps you, and as the day is at its end, you rush over to help the sweet pupper - only to end up confessing how badly you want him as he asks you to stay forever...
🎄 Dec:2025: 23. Now I’ve Got You (OS)
Nick Madden (he) x Fem!Reader: You accidentally fall in love over the course of a year with the drunk old man speaking in prose as he sparks your creativity to life with the way he views life and you during that small moment you met outside Zanzotti's...
🎄 Dec:2025: 24. Merry Christmas Party! (P2)
Reader & Fem!Writer +Alan: You fall back into my office after having lived as Brandon's wife, but you're tired of endings, yet another one comes your way when pulled back to reality just before you get to have a party with your favourite Rickman characters...
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Talk Shop Tuesday 🤩! How about a self-rec mini-list of fics you’ve written for around this fall/winter time of year and maybe what you liked about each!!
It's been a month since you've sent this ask - so sorry - but also, thank you!!! I do have a couple of fall and winter themed fics that I would love to share. ❤️
Your Song 11th Doctor x Reader
595 words
What I love: the whole aesthetic of the piece, the banner matches it well, it's blue, it's a little dark (as in emotionally packed), and beautiful.
Season: Winter with a gift exchange at the end.
Feels Like Home Jim Kirk x Reader
448 words
What I love: the feeling of being comforted with some cheer after being worked to the bone.
Season: Winter with Christmas lights
Teamwork Steve Rogers x Reader
619 words
What I love: It's silly! Steve is adorable and a lot of the interaction happens outside of the dialogue - I thoroughly enjoy the dialogue though. And the song is I want a hippopotamus for Christmas!
Season: Christmas
Surprise Bucky Barnes x Reader
154 words
What I love: It's cute, it's snowy and a little everyday mundane, with comfort offered at the end.
Season: Winter
The Last Goodbye Loki x Reader
1.3k words
What I love: the whole mythical yule aspect. I was deep in my feelings after reading the book The Bear and the Nightingale and the request for Yule Loki was perfect timing!
Season: Winter/Yule
Glamour Steve Rogers x Fem!Witch!Reader
1.9k words
What I love: I love the reader - it was tempting to make her an OC, but names are a terrible pain for me, keeping her a reader let me hide in generalities for her and her family. I love the plot - it's possibly the most unique I've come up with. I also love this Steve, who is willing to go a little dark for the things he thinks he wants.
Season: Autumn/Fall
Touch Me Steve Rogers x Fem!Virgin Reader
2.5k words
What I love: The tension, the desire, the chemistry, and Steve. The gentleman who wants to wait to make sure her first time is special, who also happens to get tangled in strings of light to look so adorable.
Season: Fall/Autumn
hurts like hell Alpha!Dean Winchester x Beta!Fem!Reader
2.9k words
What I love: the aaaaangst!! It's so delicious. If I had the time and the patience, I feel I could write an entire novel for their story. But I managed to get it written in under 3k. An arranged marriage that dooms a love story, with the winter weather as a backdrop.
Season: Winter
The Fallout Alpha!Dean Winchester x Beta!Fem!Reader
3/ ? parts
What I love: more aaaaangst!!! Can love overcome a threat of true mates when the reader is only a beta? And when Dean suffers from assholery thanks to the Alpha hormones? Will find out whenever I get around to writing the next chapter.
Season: Winter
You Don't Own Me Dean Winchester x Witch!Reader x Sam Winchester
1k words
What I love: Enemies to lovers. You get both of them. You're a witch. There is some daddy issues with Crowley, but that adds a little threat which makes it more interesting.
Season: Fall/Halloween
Thank you so much for sending this in!!! It was fun to revisit these pieces.
The feeling of your finger tips dusting cinnamon and sugar away from his lips is just as addictive as all the sweets you make. He also takes his baking assistant duties very seriously, everything must be tasted.
Despite the chill that overtook most during the winter season, he was shocked to see you get a near boost from it.
He loves the excuse to put his cold hands beneath your big-ass sweaters, holding onto you as you squirm and squeal.
Helping you deliver scarves, hats, and socks that you've begun knitting/gathering up to those who need them. Fontaine discovered that he likes giving gifts to the elderly the most.
Winter used to be bad for him. Cooped up in his darkened home, kept at bay from his only family by a single door. Cold from the drafts he never bothered to fix. Now he is excited because your home has become a winter time oasis, filled with warmth and new beginnings.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
He woke to the feeling of your icy little feet sliding back into bed. He tucked closer, pressing his face against the softness of your breasts and inhaling the warm vanilla. He curled up and around you, throwing a leg over for good measure.
"Who said you could leave the bed?" He could feel you laughing as your arms came around him, "You took my heat, woman."
Your answer was to pepper his face with slow, soft kisses until the frown on his face turned into a sleepy pout.
In this little wonderful space of calm, the sounds of rain and wind dancing outside his window, Fontaine hoped you knew he loved you before slipping back into sleep beneath your lips.
.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
"You're still laughing."
"I have been sitting here in literal silence."
"I see it in your eyes."
A snicker rocketed out of Fontaine's mouth and your whined, trying to move away from where he was so tenderly disinfecting your knees.
"Don't be like that, I fell too, baby!"
"Yeah, 'cause yo' ass was laughing so hard at me!"
There you were, trying to mind your business and be a good girlfriend to take out the trash! Then an ice patch purposefully formed right in front of your trash can.
One minute you were admiring the frosted branches, the next you were on your stomach Family Guy Style both of your knees on fire. Before you could clear your dizzy, you heard a terrible yelp and the ground near you shook as the love of your life slipped and fell right onto his ass.
And here he was again, laughing again in your face. You tried to repress the urge, but the memory of seeing Fontaine lift his head and look around as if he were pushed...
You curled in on yourself, holding in your snickers as best as you could.
"I should be the one up on the sink, g'damnit. Fell all on by back an' shit, trying to make sure yo' lil' ass was okay." Fontaine shook his head and went back to dabbing your knees.
"You did fall kinda hard, didn't you?" You straightened back up with a sigh, "How fast were you walking down the stairs, anyhow? You should know better when it's icy like that."
Fontaine's head tilted to the side and he stared up at you so miffed that you lost it again. He slapped on the band-aids and began packing up the first aid kit, only adding to your amusement.
"My black ass was only out there 'case someone just had to take out the trash! What do I tell you?"
After tossing the first-aid kit beneath the sink, he put his hands on either side of you. All trace of humor has left his face and to anyone else, he would have appeared thunderous.
You hopped off the sink to go toe-to-toe with him, wearing your own sneer.
"I couldn't leave it, I was the last one to stuff something in it!"
"What do I tell you, woman?"
Fontaine was now nose to nose with you. The sudden eye contact was going to trigger your giggle and the fucker knew that was the only way he could win.
"You claim...that bad things happen when I take out the trash."
"You got chased twice. By the same racoon, mind you."
You took a deep breath to extinguish your laugh, hiding your smile behind a dramatic frown.
"Way to bring up my trauma. Why don't ya just tell me to stay in the kitchen and make sandwiches while you're at it?!"
Fontaine's expression rippled, you nearly had him, "Women ain't supposed to take out the trash, I been told you that. It's bad luck!"
Your expression slipped at his theatrics and you couldn't catch it. Fontaine broke quickly after with a snort. Your own chuckles flowed out and you eventually admitted,
"I was scared of that raccoon, though. That's why I only take the trash out in the daytime now."
Ever the gentleman, Fontaine turned away but you could still see the bastard's shoulders trembling in the mirror.
"Baby, if you could have heard the-the way you said--
You already knew what he was going to bring up your panicked cry of old and you confirmed,
"It came straight at me!"
Fontaine laughed. Folding over you so you both leaned against the sink. You laughing into his crewneck, unable to stop yourself from hugging him. If he laughed like this every day, you'd get chased down by every raccoon in the Glen
In there, that small upstairs bathroom with the loose tile, with the snow falling steadily on the world outside, you understood devotion.
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Together you sat on the front porch of your home. It was getting rather chilly, but Junebug insisted that you 'witness greatness'.
"Our block's kids got winter beef with the kids a few blocks over, 'specially with Maeve's boys." You explained to Fontaine who only got up to make more hot chocolate.
It was rather great, though. Once school was let out, it was like a great battle of old. Next Block Kids vs. June n' Da Gang. Snowballs and kiddie curses went flying, but by the time Fontaine returned with enough hot chocolate for a hockey team--a truce was reached.
You passed out the mugs together, enjoying the sounds of the tired but delighted little warriors that defended your home turf. Fontaine tucked you closer to him, pressing a kiss to your temple.
He looked as happy as you felt, watching as one of Junebug's friends gleefully broke the peace treaty by shoving snow down one of Maeve's boys pants.
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end notes: thank you for reading! I needed to get this out to make room for my other fics lmao.
I posted one of these today already for fif, but I got tagged by @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 to share my christmas/wintery fics so why not lol (there's only three, I can never get around to finishing anything before the christmas mood wears off haha)
For a holiday (and forevermore) (95k, 30 chapters - completed, M)
Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...
it's not technically just Christmas, but there are 6 Christmas chapters, 2 New year's chapters, and lots of holidays and family gatherings in between haha - fluffy fake dating and lots of family feels
You're my greatest gift (2.6k, G)
Cookie dough, flour fight, and a long-time-coming kiss.
Or, the Buckley-Diaz boys make Christmas cookies.
ngl I don't even remember this one but apparently it's from last year? lol idk probably lots of fluff haha
and the last one is sambucky from two years ago and I'm scared to open it and see how bad it is lmao
Merry Christmas (I love you) (2.6k)
Matching pjs, hot chocolate, and a Christmas movie marathon with the Wilsons - what more could Bucky want for Christmas?
