#His usual pout morphs into a stiff grimace as they throw their arms around his shoulders smiling and taunting laughter

[thatonegayship]

Hey man me again, it’s nearly 3am and i was curious. What would theoretically happen if someone (say a human bully, or a lesser uninformed demon or smthn of the sort) were to put down and talk absolute shit about Dipper with the anticipation of Bill joining in and/or being impressed and agreeing cause here’s this super cool and sexy guy surely he also thinks Dipper’s a useless freak right? How would Bill take this kinda confrontation about his husband? Would his reaction vary depending on wether or not Dipper was there? (I lowkey think it would but I’m just a worm in a bait bucket uk) (also sorry this comes across like a fucking critical thinking question from a middle school textbook)

At best someone talking shit about Dipper gets a long lecture about all the reasons Dipper is way, way cooler than them! And some broken bones. That's Bill's husband, he picked a great partner, and he is not going to pretend otherwise for someone else's ego.

The rant's absent if Dipper's around, but frankly? It'd be better for the bully/demon if Dipper was around to hear someone dissing him to Bill. In that Bill would refrain from the most gruesome acts within his mortal's sight.

Though if they're smart, they'll notice the way Bill's looking at them, and take that brief amount of time to run.

[writertitan]

Regimens

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 2834

themes: modern au, established relationship vibes, just so much fluff, it’s ridiculous how cute i tried to make this

requested by anon

“No.”

“Levi, please-”

“No.” 

With a huff, you set down the brush you liked to use to apply your clay masks, and internally debated if a pout and some more pleading would entice Levi into just giving in and letting you do your skincare routine on him. You had no idea why he was so against the idea; if anything, Levi loved taking care of himself. Sometimes, he was a little too high maintenance. You’d been so convinced he would actually like joining in on your skincare routine. On your own face, the clay mask was already coated on with a fuzzy headband keeping your hair out of it. You’d gotten the idea to also try to get Levi in on it, but to no avail. 

You tried again, after deciding that it would do some good to bring out the pout. 

“Levi, I swear you’ll like it-”

“I’m not gonna let you put mud on my face, idiot,” he deadpanned, and you whined. 

“It’s not mud! And it’s good for your skin!” 

“Not doing it.” 

“Ugh!” you cried out and slumped back against your couch, crossing your arms over your chest. Clearly, he was being stubborn. But you could negotiate. You brought your legs up onto the couch and nudged his thigh with your foot gently, frowning when he refused to look at you and instead kept his gaze on the TV. 

“Fine, no clay mask. How about a sheet mask? And then my usual routine?” 

“All of that skincare shit you buy doesn’t even work,” Levi said bluntly, finally peeking at you out of the corner of his eye. “It just smells good. You’re better off being smart like me and buying generic lotion that works just fine instead of wasting money buying a million different things.” 

“Let me prove you wrong,” you challenged, a gleam in your eye as you lifted your chin defiantly. “Your 3-in-1 shit is abysmal.” 

“It’s abysmal that you think I would stoop so low as to buy 3-in-1 anything,” Levi scoffed. “I just don’t throw my money at retinas or whatever the fuck you’re buying.” 

“Retinol,” you corrected. 

Levi groaned, eyes fully on you now. “It’s kind of insulting, y’know. Are you saying I have bad skin or something? Because it looks and feels fine to me.” 

“You have great skin, I just want to show you how I can make it positively glow,” you crowed, trying your best to really sell the experience. You pouted again when Levi stayed quiet, foot prodding against his thigh once more. “Plus, it would be really fun and would mean a lot to me, to let me fuck around with your face for the night.” 

The resigned look in his eyes and the sigh he let out told you that you’d won, and you squealed in victory before you leaned in to give him a grateful little peck on the lips. 

“Okay, I’ll be right back! I’m gonna use my best stuff on you!” In a flash you were gone, leaving a slightly bewildered Levi on the couch as you rummaged through your collection of skincare. It wasn’t the biggest collection by any means, nor was it very fancy, but you had a little routine going and liked the products you did have. 

You settled on the sheet mask for Levi, a new toner you’d been liking, your favorite serum, and your go-to moisturizer. A simple night routine, not wanting to push Levi too far by going all out with a more elaborate regimen. Especially when you were going to force one of your fuzzy headbands upon him. When you returned with your arms full of product, Levi gave you a look that screamed, Good lord what have I gotten myself into?

You spread the products out on the coffee table and then waved your fuzzy headband in his face, which made his eyes flash instantly. He was about to vehemently protest, you could tell, but you were already whining, and about to make a very good case. 

“Just do it, Levi! I wouldn’t want to mess up your precious hair.” 

At that, Levi simmered down, but there was no shortage of grumbling as you put the headband on him to secure his hair out of his face. 

“Okay, since it’s nighttime, this is more of a night routine-”

“You have a day routine and a night routine?” Levi asked, his tone slightly disbelieving, slightly condescending. 

You nodded once, not the least bit bothered, and continued explaining. “Since this is a night routine, it’s more about prevention and repair. I’m gonna use the toner first, to prep you for everything else.” You grabbed a cotton ball and carefully dotted some drops of toner into it, bringing it up to Levi’s face. Slowly, you dabbed the product into his face, ignoring the very steely gaze that was searing into your face. Still, Levi remained quiet and let you do all the work, his eyes on your face the entire time. You, on the other hand, morphed your expression into one of concentration, but you were careful not to make too much facial movement - your mask was slowly stiffening up and you didn’t want it to crack. 

You ripped open the package of the sheet mask, gingerly pressing it onto Levi’s face. He winced at the slight cold of it, but otherwise stayed still as you adjusted it on his face. It took everything in you not to grin at this new imagery of your boyfriend; wearing a fuzzy headband, sheet mask on, a lethal stare in his eyes...he looked absolutely precious. 

After ensuring Levi’s mask was in place, you snuggled into his side, busy on your phone while you looked at your timer. You’d set one for 20 minutes after applying your mask, and there were about 15 minutes left - still a good amount of time to let his mask do its work. 

“We’re gonna leave these on for about 15 minutes,” you explained, setting your phone aside to watch whatever movie Levi was watching. “Then we’ll take them off, rub the excess product into our faces to let it absorb, and then we’ll do the rest.” 

“You’re gonna make me wear this stupid headband for 15 minutes?” 

“Nope.” 

“Good.” 

“I’m gonna make you wear it for longer. This is only the first step in getting your skin fresh and radiant.” 

If you were anyone else in the world, you’d probably be dead. Good thing Levi was in love with you. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Levi reach a hand up and pat his masked cheek, a noticeable grimace appearing on his face. 

“It’s slimy.” 

“Stop complaining,” you said, turning to him fully. He did the same, immediately snorting at the sight of you. 

“Your mask is drying,” he pointed out, a hint of a smirk appearing. “You look kind of terrifying.”

You knew if you quipped back about how he looked, it’d be the end of this little experiment and he wouldn’t be so keen to participate anymore. So, you bit your tongue and made a noncommittal grunt, relaxing into Levi’s body while you watched the (kind of boring) movie. After a handful of minutes, you grabbed your phone and opened your camera app, attempting to capture a selfie of you two. Levi immediately caught on and moved out of the way, shielding his face with a hand. 

“There’s no chance in hell I’m gonna let you document this,” he said, shooting you a warning glance. You huffed and, in your own stubbornness, took a picture of yourself with Levi in the background, hand obscuring his face. It was better than nothing, and you settled back into him, smirking when he wrapped a tentative arm around your shoulder. 

Levi sighed in relief when the timer on your phone went off, and raised a hand to ruffle your hair before you stood. The clay was uncomfortable on your face now and you gave Levi a look as much as you could through the stiff case. 

“Come to the bathroom with me. I’ll wash this off and I’ll show you what to do, okay?”

“What, I can’t just take this off?” Levi asked, following you anyway. You tried your best to be quick with taking off your mask but, as always, rinsing it all off properly took a bit of time. Levi practically tore his sheet mask off and threw it away as you patted your face dry, and you rolled your eyes at him. 

“You have to pat the excess product into your face so it absorbs,” you told him, and Levi wrinkled his nose. 

“It’s slimy.” He voiced his complaint from earlier and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes yet again, but stepped forward to do it for him. 

Instantly, Levi’s eyes closed as your fingertips worked the product into Levi’s skin, very gentle with your actions; you were basically treating him to a mini facial massage. In truth, you were also fully taking advantage of the opportunity to touch him like this, slow and gentle in the way your fingers brushed over his forehead, his cheekbones, his jawline. 

“There,” you whispered, pulling away and wiping off your face. “We’ll let that settle in.” 

Levi grunted but followed you back to your previous place on the couch, and now you were absolutely animated. Once his face was mostly dry, you got to work and grabbed your favorite serum, applying an appropriate amount to your fingers and rubbing them together before pressing them into Levi’s skin again. 

“This is serum. It’s kind of like the sheet mask, but this one you use more often. Face masks aren’t for daily use. This one’s my favorite and really evens out my skin tone and helps keep my skin hydrated overnight, especially because you’re supposed to apply before moisturizer to lock it all in, so to speak.” You were mostly rambling, just wanting to keep Levi in the loop to keep his complaining at bay, but he was genuinely listening, which made you smile. 

Again, you were pulled into a state of concentration as you blended the serum into Levi’s skin, a smug little smirk playing at your lips when you saw his eyes close and felt him lean into your touch. You made sure to keep your touch steady and soft, taking your time with him as he let you map out his features with your hands. 

“This one’s not slimy,” was all he said, eyes still closed. You rubbed soothing circles into his temples, your eyes glancing over his now fully relaxed face. Giving into temptation, you settled into Levi’s lap, which he allowed with no fuss, and you leaned in to press a slow kiss to his mouth as your fingers traced along his jaw, beckoning him closer. He was happy to return your kiss, hands lazily at your hips to keep you in place, and you pulled away too soon to give him a bright smile, already shifting in his lap to turn towards the final step: moisturizer. 

Levi’s lips chased you in frustration, latching onto your neck as you applied some moisturizer to your fingers. Pulling away from him, his mouth broke free and he frowned at you for interrupting him, but you needed to gain access to his face again. 

“One more thing,” you told him, hands already applying the layer of moisturizer and working it into his skin softly, touch still feathery but deliberate. 

“Smells good.” The first compliment he’d given regarding your skincare routine, and you happily accepted it. 

Once you were done, you leaned back in his lap to examine your work. Breaking into a grin, you nodded once in satisfaction and cupped Levi’s face in your hands. “I knew it. Your skin is luminous, luminous I tell you!” 

Levi scoffed but, to your complete joy, offered a smirk and leaned in to kiss you again, this time short and sweet. You picked up the hand mirror you had brought along and gave it to him, your cocky attitude still present as he examined his face in the mirror. 

“See, what’d I tell you? My stuff does make a difference,” you declared, very much milking the moment. Your head definitely got a little bigger seeing Levi study his face with a little bit of surprise, tilting his head this way and that. 

“You did good, kid,” he finally said, making you beam at the final judgement he’d given. 

“Thanks for letting me do it,” you replied, swiveling around in his lap so your back could press into his chest. You turned your head to press kisses across his cheek, shocked when he pulled away and gave you a stern look. 

“You just did all that to my skin, don’t mess it up,” he said, and you honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. 

“Levi,” you whined, leaning in again, but he pulled away even more, this time with a smirk on his face. To placate you, he turned his head and pressed a full kiss to your lips, which you happily accepted, and you sighed happily into it before pulling away. Levi pressed a short kiss to your forehead and grabbed a throw blanket on the arm of the couch to toss over the two of you, settling into your movie night. 

The screen turned black for a moment and you gazed at your reflections, and your eyes widened for a moment before you turned to look at your boyfriend again. 

“You can take the headband off now,” you reminded him. 

Levi only grunted in response. You said nothing and bit back your smile. 

He didn’t take it off until you took yours off, right before bed. 

-- 

Two days later, and you had made plans to spend the night at Levi’s place this time. There was no need to stop by your place beforehand; at this point, you had essentials over there too, and were looking forward to an evening of unwinding with some wine and whatever Levi had cooked up in the kitchen after your long day. It was a shame that the one thing you didn’t have at Levi’s was a dedicated skincare kit, so you could relax with a mask on and pamper yourself just a little. Only the travel-sized stuff you brought in your purse would be used tonight. 

Picking out the key Levi had given you to his place out of the jumble of them on your keyring, you pushed it into the lock and turned, giving a half-hearted knock as you stepped in. 

“Hi, I’m here!” you called into the apartment, eyes immediately finding Levi in the kitchen, back turned to you as he tended to something on the stove. 

“Hey,” he greeted you, not turning around. You didn’t notice the way he paused for a moment. “You’re here early. Wasn’t expecting you for another half hour.” 

“Yeah, I finished up early. It was a long day,” you sighed, fully about to start into a summary of your day. But first, you were needing a hello kiss, and walked over to Levi nonchalantly after taking off your shoes and coat to go and get it. You set down your bag on the counter and wrapped your arms around Levi’s lean torso, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, then tried to make him turn for a real kiss. “You wouldn’t believe -- oh my god.” 

You never thought you’d see the day. 

“What?” Levi asked, annoyed. Clearly pretending that he wasn’t standing in front of you, a sheet mask on his face, fuzzy headband perfectly in place. This headband was black, however, and you were positive you didn’t own a black one. 

“Nothing, but that better not be one of my masks,” you said, a giggle threatening to burst through at any moment. You knew it. You’d sucked Levi into the world of skincare. There was no telling if this was going to be good or bad. 

And, of course, you couldn’t help the little jab of, “Nice headband.” 

“It was the only kind they had,” Levi quipped a little too quickly, and the giggle that you’d been fighting off escaped your throat, earning you a hard glare. “Don’t start being a brat about this.” 

“I like it,” you told him honestly, hands up in surrender. You snuck a quick kiss to his lips and let him get back to his cooking, while you sauntered to the bathroom to freshen up before dinner. 

When you walked in to see the new arrangement of skincare products, all of them the same as the ones you’d used on him just a couple of days ago, you softened and couldn’t help the grin that seemed permanently etched on your face. You grabbed the box of sheet masks excitedly, poking your head out of the door. 

“Hey, I know I basically said you couldn’t steal my sheet masks, but can I steal one of yours?” 

[softyoongiionly]

Tinsel and Tourniquets ✨

Yoongi has lived for 727 years and, he has yet to understand why anyone would willingly ruin a perfectly good tree by ordaining it with stupid little trinkets. Hopefully, your holiday cheer is enough for the both of you...

Pairing:Reaper! Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, supernatural au

Word Count: 3.1k

Universe: Tea and Tourniquets 

Warnings: supernatural themes, language, suggestive content.

Based on: these asks x x

A/N: Hello and welcome to another installment of Merry Crizzmizz 2019 ! I’m so excited for the rest of the fics and, I wanna thank all of you for sending in your requests, I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with. This can be read as a stand alone but, I highly recommend reading Tea and Tourniquets  as it’s based in that universe. Happy Holidays ladz!!!

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deep  dark, sweet sweet slumber…

God, if he could just marry sleep, Yoongi swears he would.

It’s so peaceful, so dreamy, so relaxing...

He never wants it to end.

He thinks he should get with a few sorcerers and, create some sort of sleep dimension where weary souls, like him, could sleep the years away.

He really doesn’t want to move, he’s never felt more relaxed in his-

What the hell was that?

Yoongi’s brow furrows against his pillow as the sound of laughter echoes up the spiral staircase into his bedroom.

Jimin knows better than to laugh before noon, it’s far too disruptive.  

He decides to ignore it, burying his face further and further into his pillow before the twinkling sound asserts itself through his walls once again. 

Jimin may know better but, you certainly do not.

Yoongi groans, wracking his brain for what could possibly be amusing you at this hour.

Its then, he hears something peculiar, something that makes him sit up straight in his bed,

Is that…the sound of a raven?

What the hell is a raven doing in his house?

He’s quick to get down stairs, not bothering to change from his sleep clothes or tend to the critical case of bedhead he’s dealing with.  

 Yoongi’s confusion only increases when he notices the state of his living room.  

 Why on earth is everything covered in heaps of silver garland and, why are there Poinsettias EVERYWHERE????

 He’s quite sure he didn’t plant any and, they definitely don’t grow naturally out of his walls.

 “Y/N???” He calls urgently, swallowing the bit of nervousness at the back of his throat..

 He would have sensed an intruder wouldn’t he?

 “Y/N?” Yoongi’s voice is loud when he needs it to be so, he’s sure that if you’re in his home, you’d be able to hear him.

 “In here!”  

 He feels a little silly at the amount of relief that washes over him as soon as he hears your voice.  

The sound is coming from his kitchen which isn’t out of the ordinary for you, considering that he’s caught you rummaging through his refrigerator before. 

However, the sight he’s met with upon opening the kitchen door is EXTREMELY out of the ordinary.

You’re standing behind the island on his kitchen, covered in a powdery white substance that Yoongi doesn’t recognize, his usually IMMACULATE countertops are littered with ridiculous items and, worst of all...there are ravens...

Everywhere.

“Y/N! What on Earth are you doing?” He’s flustered, trying to get your attention away from the ravens, which are currently having their fill of a strange electric blue substance.  

They are RUINING his perfectly good crystal kitchenware.

“Yoongi! You’re awake!” You smile, making his heart wobble uncomfortably in his chest, “Merry Christmas!”

Oh...

Not this...

Anything but this...

Yoongi finds holiday’s to be a ridiculous concept.

A day dedicated to giving things away??? For free???

What is that teaching anyone???

“We don’t celebrate Christmas in Beneath...it’s a stupid holiday...” He grumbles, flinching when a raven squawks in Yoongi’s direction, it’s black beak covered with blue frosting, “Why are there so many ravens in my kitchen, I specifically asked Jimin to...”

Jimin’s maniacal laughter is heard then, interrupting Yoongi’s sentence and, although he’s been with Jimin for many years, the sound still makes his skin crawl.

“Merry Christmas my lord, I hope you enjoy your present, I know how much you love the macabre...”

Jimin is suddenly perched on Yoongi’s shoulder, disguised as a raven, winking at him as they make eye contact.

“You did this?!?!” Yoongi roars, shrugging him off, his face turned up in intense frustration, “You know how difficult is it so get rid of the ravens once they’re let in??? I hope you enjoy my company siren because, you’ll be spending another ten years with me unless you get them out.”

Jimin flies off of Yoongi’s shoulder, still giggling as he morphs back into his human form in mid-air.

“No! Yoongi don’t make them go yet, they’re very helpful...look they made this for you.” Your lips are pouted in protest, your hands holding out a silver plate containing a large cookie in the shape of a ‘Y’, “See? Y for Yoongi???”

Yoongi feels his lips twitch because, you kind of have that effect on him but, he withholds a smile and, settles for a smirk as he eyes the plate, “You’re telling me the ravens made this? What did they use, their beaks?”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you search your brain for a convincing response, “Well...they didn’t make it all on their own, I helped too but, they were very encouraging...”

He snorts, knowing you’re lying through your teeth but, he can’t find it within himself to argue, “Regardless of their baking skills, they still need to go, there may be only be a few of them now but, I promise you they will attract more of their friends...I don’t want my house infested again.”

Yoongi shoots a pointed look towards Jimin who just smirks defiantly, slinking over to you, “See? I told you he wouldn’t like your cookie Y/N...the lord of darkness has no time for fun.”

When Jimin places his hands on your shoulders, Yoongi feels his blood boil but, right as he’s about to curse Jimin in every language he knows, you pipe up, “Yoongi...I know you probably don’t like Christmas much but...its my favorite time of year and, I...” You twiddle your thumbs, glancing down towards the floor, “I usually celebrate it back home...”

Yoongi feels like the worst being in the observable universe for having called your favorite time of year stupid and, despite the overwhelming urge to kiss that little pout off of your lips, he controls himself and, lets out a deep sigh.

“Fine. You’re permitted to use my home for your cultural traditions but when you are done, everything must be put back the way you found it, especially this kitchen...” He asserts with a stern gaze, his arms crossing over his chest, “Jimin since you were kind of enough to give me a present this Christmas, I’d like to return the favor. You will clean this entire cottage from top to bottom when Y/N is through with her...Christmas..ing or whatever it is that humans do. Understood?”

You swear if Jimin was able to, he’d have smoke coming out of his ears, “I don’t think that’s  fair my lord...” He spits the word, annoyance wrinkling his usually ethereal features, “I’m only trying to keep your human happy considering you’ve done a poor job so far.”

Yoongi wants to rip Jimin’s stupid smirk off of his stupid face, “You’re in soul-correction siren,” He tilts his head arrogantly, “I don’t particularly care if you think something is fair. You can have your Christmas but, keep the noise at a minimum...I have work to do.”

Your heart sinks a little and, you aren’t really thinking as you rush over to Yoongi, placing a flour-covered hand on his arm, “Wait you’re not going to celebrate with us? I thought maybe you’d want to help decorate the tree or...something.”

Yoongi stops in his tracks, his skin tingling where you’ve touched him, his heart doing annoying things in his chest.

“He can’t join us Y/N, on Christmas he moonlights as Krampus...” Jimin pipes up, smirking proudly at his insult.

Before Yoongi can throw another threat Jimin’s way, you speak again, turning him towards you.

“No one should be alone on Christmas Yoongi...please?” Your fingers sort of curve around his forearm and, Yoongi honestly considers the fact that YOu might be a siren yourself because, he swears his never felt so weak around another being.

Rolling his eyes, he huffs out an exasperated sigh, one of his hands ruffling his hair, “Fine, but the ravens can’t stay, they are defecating all over my kitchen...”

At his response, you perk up and throw your arms around his small frame, “We’re gonna have so much fun!”

Yoongi feels an annoying amount of warmth in his chest but, he stays stiff through your display of affection, grumbling when it goes on a little too long.

“What exactly does Christmas include? Other than unnecessary gift giving, which I will not be taking part in…” He insists, brushing off the flour you left on his shirt.

You purse your lips in thought, tilting your head to the side, “Wellll, I guess we can start by getting a tree…do you have an axe anywhere?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, “What on earth do you need an axe for? Is there some barbaric human ritual I don’t know about?”

At this, you laugh, shaking your head as you shuffle past Yoongi to gaze out the window, “No silly, we need an axe to get one of the trees down.”

He waves you off, grimacing as one of the ravens squawks expectantly at him, “Shut up…” Yoongi grumbles before shaking his head, “We can’t use the trees from the forest, they are infected with dark magic. But, I suppose…I can conjure one for you…”

Your face turns up in wonder as you glance down towards his hands, “You can do that?”

He feels a sense of pride wash over him, enjoying the look on your face more than he cares to admit, “I literally have the capability to open the doors to different dimensions and, you’re surprised I can conjure a tree?”

Jimin snorts, perching on the countertop, his now violet colored eyes rolling in annoyance, “And yet you can’t get rid of a conspiracy of ravens without my help...”

Yoongi shoots a glare Jimin’s way, “You know exactly why I can’t get rid of the ravens and, besides,” He smirks darkly, “Why have a cat…” With a flutter of Yoongi’s fingers Jimin morphs back into a fluffy black cat, “…if it can’t tend to the vermin?”

Jimin yowls, as he attempts to morph back into his human form but, Yoongi’s magic is too powerful to break through.

“Get to work...”                                                                        

Despite Jimin being a cat, you can still sense the annoyance on his face as he begins chasing the ravens one by one out of the window.

Yoongi turns back to you, satisfaction evident on his features, “Now…where should the tree go?”

With narrowed eyes, you smirk curiously at him, “Why can’t you get rid of the ravens?”

He sighs, gesturing for you to follow him out of the kitchen, his peasant blouse billowing behind him as he walks.

“Ravens signify mystery and divination,” He explains, holding the door open, allowing you to pass in front of him, “They, like many other animals have been persecuted in the name of superstition so, when they find someone like me, they feel safe. As the Reaper, it’s my job to protect them which is why I cannot conjure them away from me.”

You’re intrigued at this bit of information, wishing you could spend hours learning the quirks of the universe.

“I’m guessing Jimin knew about this…” You giggle, eyeing a good spot to place the tree.

He rolls his eyes, “I swear it’s like he wants to stay in soul correction forever…” Yoongi glances around the room before turning his attention to you, “Where do you want this tree?”

With a point of your finger, you gesture to spot behind Yoongi’s loveseat, “Right here will be good, that way you can see it through the window…”

Yoongi doesn’t understand why that matters as the only beings that pass by his cottage are inhuman vessels of evil buuuuut, the small smile on your face is endearing and he doesn’t really want to spoil your time with his pessimism.

“Which kind of tree do you want?” He murmurs, focusing his attention on the spot you indicated.

“Uh…a Christmas one?” You venture, feeling slightly embarrassed that you don’t remember the exact name, “You can pick…”

Yoongi smirks fondly at you, “Fine. Step back a bit, these spells can have a bit of fallout…”

He expects you to move back behind the other sofa but, what he doesn’t expect is for you to hide behind him.

He can feel your small hands bracing on his shoulders and, he desperately wishes your touch didn’t affect him so much, “Watch your face…”

You giggle, your face wrinkling a bit as you brace for some sort of Christmas tree explosion but, instead you hear Yoongi mumble something to himself before, looking up to find a medium sized spruce tree standing proudly at the head of the living room.

“Do you like-“

“ITS BEAUTIFUL!” You beam, rushing over to it to run your fingers along it’s branches, the scent flooding your nose with memories from your childhood, “Can you conjure ornaments too?”

Yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion, “Ornaments?”

“Yeah like little things to hang on the tree…oh and a star, we need a star too!” You remember, glancing around the room, trying to figure out if there is anything of Yoongi’s you can hang on the tree.

He sighs dramatically, “Can’t we just observe it in it’s natural state? Why does it have to be covered in stuff?”

“It’s a Christmas tradition Yoongi c’moooon…” You insist, tugging playfully on his arm causing him to roll his eyes.

“Humans are so ridiculous…” He grumbles for the 100th time, waving his right hand over the coffee table before a wooden box of ornaments appears.

You get to work immediately, popping around the tree, finding the perfect placement for each of the little baubles, smiling to yourself as the tree begins to fill up with decorations.

Yoongi steps back, watching you from afar, smirking with a bit of admiration as you get lost in your own little world.

After awhile, when most of the ornaments are on the tree, Yoongi comes up to you and shoves a star made out of shiny silver wire in your direction, “Here.”

Warmth floods your chest as you take the object in your hands, glancing up towards Yoongi’s face, “Thank you…do you want to put it up maybe? I can’t reach the top…”

Yoongi eyes you hesitantly before giving in and, taking the star back with a huff. Rather than grab a ladder Yoongi merely wiggles his fingers and, sends the star floating up to the top of the tree.

As it perches proudly on top, you feel a sense of happiness rush through you. Although, you wish you were able to make it back in time for Christmas, you’re thankful to share this time with Yoongi.

Even though he doesn’t seem as thrilled…

“There. Christmas is done now yes?” He tilts his head expectantly at you; his tone slightly softer than it was before.

“Almost…” You smile before rushing out of the room and, into Yoongi’s apothecary. He’s extremely wary of you entering that room without his assistance but, something about your smile keeps him frozen in place.

As you return, your arms are behind your back, which only furthers his suspicion.

“Ok I know you said no gifts but, I saw this in one of your craft books and I wanted to make one for you…”

Yoongi wants to deny owning any crafting books but, since he’s already been caught he settles for a snarky response instead, “I’m scared…”

A giggle leaves your lips before you nod to him, “Close your eyes and, hold out your hands…”

He feels his heartbeat pick up as he tries to imagine what you’ve done, “I don’t like surprises…” The complaint comes out of his mouth but, he obliges, his large hands coming out in front of him.

“Ta daaaa…” You cheer lightly, placing the object in his hands.

Yoongi opens his eyes to find a small dream catcher, adorned with a few black feathers and, silver beads. He wants to say something mean, he really does but, all he can think of is the throbbing in his chest, the fondness in his heart…

You really are something.

“This should help get rid of those pesky nightmares you have…” You smile, feeling a little nervous at his reaction.

However, you’re surprised when he nods in consideration, flashing a small gummy smile your way, “Thank you Y/N, this is very thoughtful.”

Relief washes over you, as your smile grows, your heartbeat skipping at his expression.

“I’m glad you like it…”

Yoongi returns to himself a few moments later, making sarcastic remarks at your belief in Santa Claus and, judging the tone of your voice as you sing Christmas songs off key.

The rest of the day, you and Yoongi spend time by the fire and, you learn the origin story of Krampus, the mythical being Jimin referred to earlier.

At the end of your third yawn however, Yoongi finally stands, gesturing to the sofa, “You should get some rest. We’ll make the journey back to your family once the snow passes and, I need you to be strong enough.”

You’re feeling giddy at successfully getting Yoongi to spend Christmas with you so, you don’t fight his suggestion, making your way over to the larger sofa.

He blows out the candles and, cleans up a few miscellaneous items around the room but as he turns around, he feels your arms wrap around his middle.

“Merry Christmas Yoongi…” You smile, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before trotting happily back to the sofa.

Yoongi’s hand comes up to touch his cheek, the skin your lips touched tingling underneath his fingertips.

He wants to say something mean….really he does…

“Merry Christmas…human.”

He smirks as you giggle from underneath your blankets before, blowing out the last of the candles and, heading up to his bedroom.

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The next morning you wake up to find something on the coffee table beside you.

Squinting through the sleepiness in your eyes, you reach for the rectangular piece of canvas to find the most immaculate painting of a Christmas tree you’ve ever seen.

But, it’s not just any Christmas tree, its your Christmas tree…

At the bottom right corner, you see Yoongi’s initials and, the most ridiculous smile appears on your face.

Maybe Yoongi doesn’t hate Christmas after all…