#although.. i walked into a shop and was smacked in the face with both Christmas AND Halloween like

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

It's too soon to try out my Halloween theme right?

[yup-thats-me]

Christmas Trees - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

a/n: Hello! This is my first time writing anything on tumblr :3 I absolutely adore Tom Hiddleston and decided to write this. Hope you enjoy and let me know how this is! Oh, this is worth mentioning, I'm not so good with pov's, i promise I'll get better. And feel free to correct me if somethings wrong

pairing: Tom Hiddleston X reader

summary: you two decide what type of Christmas tree to get

warning: fluff, feeble mention of smut at the end, but altogether fluffy!

Aha, Christmas. The most wonderful time. The time to spend with family and loved ones, showing gratitude and loving, sharing and making people happy. There's a lot of things one, or should we say, two can do together. There is baking, shopping for gifts, decorating, and most important of all having a beautiful time with each other.

Although, it also brings a couple of things, especially for a couple, to have small and cute quarrels about. Like what gifts to get? what menus to make? what to bake? whom to invite? whom not to invite? and a dozen other things. But, for y/n and Tom, they have another reason.

"Darling, are you ready?" your one and only boyfriend, Tom, called out to you from the living room of your home.

"I'm coming!" came the reply.

Stepping into the room, Tom's eyes directed over to you, a smirk playing in his baby pink lips.

"What?" chuckling, y/n asked. Coming closer to you, Tom wrapped his hands around you, pulling you to his chest.

"I think a certain someone, is wearing my oh-so soft sweater, isn't it love?" Blushing, deeply y/n said "Am i not allowed to?" Kissing the top of her head, Tom stated "of course dear. You know how much I love seeing you in my clothing. You look cute, might I say, hot too."

Y/n's cheeks growing a shade of deep red, she smacked his arms playfully. "Keep it together, London Boy!" Parting from the hug, Tom laughed and took her hands, which were smaller in comparison to hers, causing his to encage her little palm, and kissed it. "As you say my love."

Tom guided them both towards the main door of their house, they walked out. Exiting from the warm atmosphere of the house, the cold and sharp December winds of London greeted your face, causing you to scrunch up your nose a little. Tom noticing your face chuckled lightly and gave one kiss to your nose. You boop-ing his nose in return.

Today, you two were out to shop for Christmas. Three weeks were left before the day and you both haven't started anything yet. Both agreeing on the fact that you two worked better and fast when in pressure. But also, who would want to be away from the comforting embrace of Tom, who smelled like pure heaven? You wouldn't, and that's for sure.

"So, what are we getting first, love?" Tom inquired walking beside you, with a hand around your waist.

You thought for a moment. The tree came to your mind before anything else. It was a vital thing, if not, the chief thing.

"We're going to get the tree first. We'll make the other arrangements accordingly." You said. Tom nodded his head thoughtfully. But the next thing he asked, was a subject of great importance. "Which tree are you thinking of, Y/n?"

Trees. The major thing for Christmas decoration. The question should have been easy for most people, but it was hard for the two of you. You were definitely not on the same page on this matter.

Returning the question back to him, you asked "No, you tell me Tom. Which tree do you have in mind, hm?"

"Honestly, darling? I was thinking of the fir tree this year." Ooh, there it goes.

There was nothing wrong with fir trees, you just didn't like it. Yes it was tall and good, but you being you, for no reason at all, discriminated the tree. It was just not your thing.

"Okay Tom, i think we need to have a short talk about something. Should we go to the café first?" You said, trying to be serious and keeping a straight face for the topic, but failing miserably when you looked into those baby blue eyes and the gorgeous face of your damn of a boyfriend.

Tom wobbled his head and took your hand, dragging you along him to the nearest café. Entering the café, the smell of fresh coffee quickly filling your airways. The aroma of it was warm. It felt nice. Ordering your drinks, Tom led you to a secluded table in the corner and being the gentleman that he is, took out your chair for you to sit.

After settling for a bit, he took your hands in his across the table and started to rub circles on thumb, knowing it relaxes you. he asked "Now tell me sunshine, what is it you want to talk about?" The nickname causing you to smilel. You two always had a thing for old-fashioned pet names. It was their cute little thing.

"The thing is Tom, I don't like fir trees." You exclaimed, pouting a little. Tom exhaled deeply and started to have a belly laugh. You were confused as to why he was laughing.

He said, "Darling! I almost thought you were about to break up with me!" This caused the both of you to a fit of giggles and chuckles.

"Why would I break up with you Tom? Did you do anything?" you asked in between laughs. After gaining a composure of yourselves, Tom shook his again and replied "No, I didn't do anything! why would you say that" Tom paused a little. It appeared to you he was thinking something. Then again he said, this time with a bit worried look "No, wait. Did I do something apart from breaking a glass plate?"

It was your turn to knit your eyebrows and look weary. "Wait a minute, babe. You broke a plate? When, moreover how and are you hurt?" You started to bombard him with questions. "No, dear. i'm fine. Bobby was tugging at my feet yesterday when I was doing the dishes. You were not home then, and I looked down, and the plate was slippery and it fell down. It was not my fault!"

You laughed some more. "Okay, I understand it was not your fault and I promise I'm not mad. How can I be mad mad at you Tom?

Tom chuckled and shrugged. "But the point is why don't you like fir trees?" he asked.

"I just don't like it. It's big, yes. But its branches are all pointy and so much woody. I prefer spruce trees more, though. It has more leaves, looks good, and fuller. Moreover, spruce needles easily break apart if you bend them. And their strong branches can hold heavier ornaments. Altogether, I like spruce trees more than fir. That's all im saying." You reasoned with him, halting with a smile.

Tom looked at you amusingly. Amazed how beautiful you looked while explaining something. The way your hands moved along with your words, how you'd be so disturbed if your hair were falling in your face and your the way your eyes shine. Your were a total beauty in front of him.

Tom belly laughed again shaking his head in the process "Ok I think I got your point, darling. We are buying spruce trees right? But you have to give a special gift this year for that. And that is, oh, you know what that is don't you kitten?" he said the last bit with a devilish smirk.

Blushing furiously, you nodded your head in submission. You did knew what that is.

[fortunaaamajor]

Something in the Way (Fred Weasley)

Fred Weasley x Reader

The trope of everyone else knowing two people are in love before the two have figured it out is just so adorable to me, I love reading it so thought I’d try my hand at writing it...

Fem!Reader, no house mentioned, no specific physical features

Warnings: None I don’t think

Word Count: 1.6k

Although I am using the Harry Potter universe as a basis for this story I do not support JK Rowling or her views.

Fred and Y/N’s relationship was special, everyone knew that. What they shared was unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Fred and Y/N’s relationship was loving and tender, both always willing to put the other first whatever the cost. Fred and Y/N’s relationship was lasting, for the last three years they had been looking at each other like they were the sole reason for the stars in the sky, the mists on the mountains and the full, glowing moon. 

Except Fred and Y/N’s relationship didn’t exist. The two had been dancing around each other all this time, never quite getting close enough to call it love.

This was why their family and friends were on high alert, overanalyzing every look, comment, or touch exchanged by the pair. Sometimes it was the glance thrown by Ginny to George as Fred adjusted Y/N’s scarf to keep her warmer. Sometimes it was Mr and Mrs Weasley whispering conspiracies about how they couldn’t pinpoint the look in Fred’s eyes when he stared at Y/N intently at dinner earlier. Sometimes it was the abrupt and secretive silence that engulfed Harry, Hermione and Ron when Y/N appeared in front of them, bringing an end to their discussion about how oblivious the two were.

Just the other day at the Burrow the twins had been helping to decorate the tree when Molly had piped up 

“Will Y/N be visiting this Christmas?” Fred’s head whipped round to frown at his mother as he finished adjusting some of the shiny muggle ‘tinsel’ Arthur Weasley had gleefully presented to his family, 

“Why would Y/N be visiting?” he had questioned, shaking his head slightly and looking towards George, who averted his eyes towards a particulary intriguing bewitched bauble. 

“Oh no reason,” Molly’s face fell “I just wanted to make sure she had some plans is all, dear...”

“Yeah, she does. She’s away until the new year actually” Fred had huffed, confused as to why his mother seemed more keen to spend time with his best friend than with him.

It was a frosty Saturday in January that Y/N had sent an owl saying she was popping in that afternoon to check out the stock for the new year. The air was clean and crisp yet cold enough that not many shoppers were braving the chill to visit Diagon Alley. The boys leant against the counter, George fumbling with some packaging distractedly. Ron was also working that day, taking his sweet time stacking some Blaze Boxes in the corner. Fred’s eyes kept darting to the clock, 

“When did she say she’d stop by again?” he asked nonchalantly, causing George to look up

“Eh, just said afternoon I think mate, don’t worry though I’m sure we won’t be too busy to have her in” he gestured to the empty shop. 

Fred stayed silent. In the corner a loud bang erupted as Ron dropped one of the boxes. Bright sparks whizzed round the room, popping and fizzing as Ron stood swearing at the front of the shop. George began to laugh but was interrupted by his twin, fist was clenched and brow furrowed - 

“Bloody hell Ron, save some stock for us to actually sell, would you?”

Fred’s tone was snarky and a comment that biting sounded so strange leaving his mouth that it took all three boys aback for a moment. 

“I’m not sure who spiked your cereal this morning but you can lose that tone with me... maybe when Y/N gets here you’ll be a bit nicer!” Ron pouted.

“Y/N’s clearly forgotten about her plans for this afternoon, or she’d be here by now.” Fred muttered, pushing past George on his way to the stock room. 

George and Ron exchanged familiar confused looks, over the three years Y/N had been in Fred’s life an entirely new language of bewildered or disbelieving stares had formed amongst the Weasleys. Fred didn’t emerge until the bell above the door rang and Y/N’s soft voice greeted them all joyfully. As if a weight had been lifted off his chest he bounded past the till and embraced her tightly. 

“I missed you, loser.”

Only a week later, the twins were sitting opposite each other, both focusing on checking the shop’s accounts (or so Fred thought) George had been turning the last interaction between his brother and Y/N over and over in his mind, wondering how on earth Fred hadn’t connected his bad mood to the absence of his dearest ‘friend’. He coughed and sat up, straightening his back, but failed to make eye contact with his brother who was still hunched over the large leather-bound book.

“Why do you think Y/N is single?” he pondered aloud, noting the way Fred’s head flicked up at the mention of her name alone. 

“That’s obvious - nobody we know is good enough for her.” Fred stated, as if George was silly for not considering such a simple explanation. 

“Ah yeah... obviously,” George coughed, attempting to hide his laugh. He made eye contact with his twin “are you sure we don’t know anyone?” he asked slowly, hoping Fred might finally catch on.

“Listen, I don’t know what this is all about but if you’re thinking of trying anything I would advise you to check the mirror to confirm that you closely resemble a mountain troll.. and I know it’s been 2 days since you last showered, therefore Y/N would never even consider it, okay?” Fred snapped 

George spluttered with laughter before managing to stammer out 

“First off, we’re identical you absolute savage.” 

Fred just shook his head, “Anyone with taste knows I’m the better looking twin.”

Fred wasn’t just fiercely protective of Y/N but he would also go to the ends of the earth for her, this much was clear to everyone...except her. It started with one, two, three butterbeers on him and developed into Y/N being able to attend plans with the twins without her purse. It was established that Fred would not allow her to part with as much as a knut whilst in his company. Nor would he allow her to spend it on his company, any product she showed interest in (or looked at for more than five seconds) was hastily put aside for her, sometimes with a shimmering ribbon clumsily knotted round it. 

“As a gift, on the house, absolutely no need for your money darling” he would assure her every single time. 

In fact, the only payment he would accept was if she came to work for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes - “you’d be amazing, Y/N you’re so good with kids, and I know you can really push sales - who could say no to you?” he had pleaded, whilst she flushed red and chuckled... “funnily enough Freddie, pretty much everyone apart from you can say no to me, you poor sod!”

This hypothesis was correct, and had been proven time and time again. When everyone gathered for dinner at Harry and Ginny’s house instead of apparating in Fred, Y/N and George had stood shivering on the doorstep, waiting for the door to be answered. When Ginny pulled it open all three of them bundled in to the warm hallway, slipping off coats and hats. 

“Why didn’t you guys apparate? It’s bloody freezing out there tonight!” she had remarked, noting that all three had cheeks flushed with cold and pink shading the tips of their noses. George tutted and glared at Fred, speaking lowly so only Ginny could hear 

“Because, my dear sister, Y/N doesn’t really like apparating so obviously Fred wouldn’t allow it!”  At the same time Y/N piped up, not having heard his comment,

“We all fancied a walk I think didn’t we Freddie?... George?”

George rolled his eyes but nodded enthusiastically and Y/N beamed as Ginny led them through to the dining room as the feeling in their fingertips began to return. 

The spread that had been prepared looked divine, the smell travelled through the whole house and made Fred’s mouth water. 

Food was shared around and wine poured, everyone caught up on the excitement of Christmas and the New Year, and congratulated the twins on the  soaring sales of the new launch. George took the chance to mention his new girlfriend, Guenevere, to the group - causing Ginny and Hermione to squeal with delight and Ron to lean over and smack him on the back in congratulations. Harry nodded along with the conversation, focused on the plate infront of him. That is, until he looked at Fred quizically

“When do you think you’ll meet someone, Fred?” he asked gently, with not a hint of malice in his voice, if anything he was trying to nudge Fred’s thoughts of the future towards Y/N, who sat on his left. 

The atmosphere in the room felt a little like a joke that everyone except Fred and Y/N were in on, everyone waited with baited breath for Fred to talk. They gasped slightly when he turned to face Y/N... then George...

“Um, I don’t know, really, at the moment I’m alright just hanging out with George and Y/N, they’re all I really need just now... and you guys, of course, and the shop. But that all goes without saying”

The entire table let out a frustrated sigh, they had been so close but were once again disappointed with his answer, Fred was none the wiser. 

‘Goes without saying my arse’ George (and the others) thought grumpily. All they wanted was Fred to say it, to say anything, to call it what it was.

The two had been dancing around each other almost four years, still never getting close enough to call it love.

A/N: Thought I’d give another bit of Fred writing a go, as my George one has been so much more popular than my last Fred one, give the boy a chance! Also this kind of invites a part two, so if anyone has any suggestions of scenarios in which these two finally get together, send em my way. Much love.

[tay-is-writing]

All I Want For Christmas — Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Hi this fic is a part of the Winter Wonderland Collab be sure to check it out! The masterlist is currently pinned or you can find it here and you can find the fics reblogged under the tag #winter wonderland collab. I hope you enjoy! Word Count: 1.3k Synopsis: You and your boyfriend have an annual tradition of enjoying the decorations on Christmas Eve, but this year Tamaki has a surprise  Warnings: none Below Cut

It was the way his cheeks were flushed red as snow dusted his hair that made you fall in love over and over again. You looked down at your hands, his pinky lightly wrapped around yours. Back when the two of you first started dating, Tamaki refused to hold hands with you to the point where you believed he didn’t really like you. It took a few weeks for you to confront him about it before he admitted he was insecure about his hands being sweaty and gross to you. Even after your constant reassurance that he could never disgust you, the two of you settled on linking pinkies. It was fitting too. Not overly touchy, but it served as a reminder that the other was still there. 

The two of you strolled down the street, gazing at all the different decorations set out. It was Christmas Eve and it had become a tradition between the two of you to go for a walk right before midnight. The tradition started before the two of you were even dating. Back when you were just roommates, your flight home got cancelled due to inclimate weather leaving you alone. Tamaki had invited you to his parents’ house that night and he took you on a walk to show off his hometown. Looking back on it, that’s when you first noticed your newly developed feelings. 

Years later you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else on this night. 

No one else could make looking at pretty lights and laughing at ugly ones as fun as him. A small gasp left your mouth as you passed by a house whose front yard was filled with inflatables. You practically dragged Tamaki over to look at them, much to his surprise. 

“Tamaki let’s take a picture with this one!” You begged, pointing out a familiar looking dog inflatable with a Santa hat on. He gave a sheepish smile as you faced your camera at the two of you. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before taking the picture, his face turning redder than it already was. You loved that red. 

After an embarrassed whine from Tamaki, the two of you continued your stroll around town. Passing by a larger group of people, Tamaki dropped your pinky for a moment to wrap an arm around you. You let yourself fall into him, savoring the warmth he let off. With your head against his chest, you could hear his heartbeat through his coat. His steady breaths left small puffs of fog in the air. After you passed through the group you felt him pull away. Not wanting him to let go just yet, you gave his arm a small tug as if to say “stay.” A small smile formed on his lips and he wrapped both arms around you squeezing you tight.  

And the two of you walked that way, you snuggled up in his arms, down the block. Just the two of you, blissfully unaware of the world. The world including a group of children throwing snowballs at each other. Unfortunately, this resulted in you getting smacked in the head with said snowball. 

The children stared at you in fear, ready to get scolded. But you simply picked up a snowball and threw it in the direction the last one came from. This got you caught up in the fight and somehow, you and Tamaki got stuck on opposite sides to make it even. Tamaki was slightly nervous to hit you hard. On the other hand, you were out for blood. Though you weren’t particularly good, and the children made up for it, making sure both you and Tamaki got a fair share of snowballs launched at both of you. 

After they were called inside for the night, you and Tamaki lost it over how you got entangled in that mess and decided it was time for you to head home too. 

The two of you were still laughing at your soaked clothes as you stumbled into the apartment. The lights wrapped around your interior gave the room a warm glow and you wanted nothing more than to collapse in the living room with him. You gave him a quick peck under the mistletoe that hung at the doorway like you did whenever the two of you came home together, before offering to let him take a shower first, which he quickly denied.

“If I shower first, you have to open your present first,” you bargained, knowing that “argument” would be next. He quickly nodded his head yes and shooed you into the shower. You were surprised he agreed that fast but shook it off and hopped into the warm shower. Exiting, you put on your Christmas pajamas that Tamaki had a matching pair of. As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted with him heating apple cider on the stovetop. You leaned over and placed your head on his shoulder, watching him stir the pot. 

“I can take over now if you want,” you offered, sliding your hand over his to grab the spoon. He gave you a soft peck on the forehead as a thank you before leaving you to shower himself. You poured the drink into two glasses and let it cool so it wouldn’t be too hot to drink by the time he got back. When he did arrive, it was in pajamas that matched your own; white reindeer running along dark blue fabric. He grabbed both glasses and took them to the coffee table while you grabbed a blanket to bundle up together under. 

Every Christmas Eve, after the clock had gone past midnight, the two of you exchanged a single gift before going to bed. It was another tradition you had picked up after that first Christmas you spent with him. Although that year, you were both extremely unprepared leading to gifts that weren’t particularly appealing to either party but you both still kept. The ugly mug he had gotten you years ago still sat in your kitchen and he still wore the slightly funky-looking beanie that went with nothing he owns.

You let out a sigh of comfort as you sank into the couch, the heated blanket wrapped around the two of you. You pulled out your gift for him, eager to see his reaction. Staying true to his earlier promise, Tamaki unwrapped your present first. It was a simple gift that you had made for him, but that’s what you would often exchange on Christmas Eve, saving the grander presents for the next morning. His delicate fingers maneuvered through the wrapping paper to reveal a scarf you had knitted for him. 

“I remember how you said your old one had gotten lost at the train station so I made you a new one,” you explained sheepishly. He put the gift down to engulf you in a hug. 

“I love it,” he whispered softly in your ear before pulling away. He reached back down to pick the scarf up along with the gift he had for you.

The lights from the tree reflected off the silver wrapping paper, intriguing you as to what was inside. You carefully unwrapped the present trying to figure out what it was. The gift was rather small, so you assumed it was something along the lines of jewelry. Maybe a pair of earrings you had pointed out to him while shopping? Honestly, it didn’t really matter what it was to you. It was from Tamaki so you knew you’d love it regardless. You finally slid the wrapping paper off and stared down at the small velvet box. Your fingers delicately opened it. Tamaki shuffled next to you and you knew what it was before looking at it.

The box was slid from your hand and Tamaki sat on the floor down on one knee. You couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as tears prickled from your eyes. 

“I know it’s pretty selfish of me to ask for another gift on Christmas, but the best present would be you.”

[malfoymanortings]

lavender and velvet //part eight

SUMMARY: she had her fathers eyes, his aristocratic looks, her grandmothers spite, her mothers heart, but the one thing she didn't have was the love of her father that her god brother received. juliet black finally meets her father who has already decided who his child is.

PAIRINGS: George Weasley X OC!SiriusDaughter

taglist: @person1839 @big-galaxy-chaos @spooderham @iamashlynmarie @acciosiriusblack @obsssedwithjustaboutanything @ivettt @msmarklee1213 @briargardens 

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The house was abuzz with Christmas cheer the following day. They had spent the morning decorating the dark and dreary Grimmauld Place with Christmas decorations, and Sirius had kept the cheer alive by singing Christmas carols at random. Hermione had arrived as well, having decided against going skiing with her parents. 

Harry had stayed upstairs, no matter how many times Molly had tried to lure him down. Juliet felt slightly guilty for being happy that he had stayed up there, as it meant she had more of Sirius’ attention. She was trying her best not to be so standoffish towards her father. It was easier now, with him in such a joyous mood and Harry out of the picture.

Remus came by around noon to take Juliet to Diagon Alley to shop for presents. The two of them had set out by fifteen after, and by one o’clock they were nearly done shopping.

“So, how have things at school been?” Remus questioned as they walked past Ollivanders. 

A strong gust of wind blew flecks of snow over them, and Juliet wished she would have worn her cloak. She had dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, with George’s parka thrown over it. She hadn't been able to find her own, and George was more than willing to offer his out.

“It’s been alright,” Juliet paused, chewing her lip. She wasn’t sure how much she should say about Umbridge, or Theo. “Our new teacher has been quite the experience, I can tell you that.”

Remus’ mouth drew into a tight line. “Yes. That ghastly woman has made life difficult for me as well.”

“Seems she likes to hold grudges, too,” Juliet said lightly, holding the door to Madam Primpernelle’s, a beauty shop. “Me being the daughter of the infamous Black, and my adoptive father being a werewolf, well, I feel she nearly fainted when she saw me in her class.”

Remus let out a humorless laugh. “I’m sure you’ve given her the utmost respect.”

“Course I have. I was raised by the most respectable man, wasn’t I?”

She ducked away from Remus’ swatting hand, heading over to the shelves of different colored potions and jars. Scanning over them, she picked a few for Ginny. The girl loved skincare, as was evident by her gleaming blemish free freckled skin, so she replenished a few of the ones she knew the ginger haired girl was low on. Plucking a dark amber colored perfume that proclaimed to be of a woodsy scent, she was done shopping for Ginny. 

Remus looked more than happy when she rang up her purchases, and they left the store. He had looked out of place while they had been in there, and Juliet couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

“Alright, now you’ve just got to get something for the twins, correct?” Remus asked her as they walked down the cobblestone pathway. 

Juliet nodded, heading towards the Apothecary. She knew there were a few ingredients that were vital to the twin’s joke shop plans, and she knew it would be the most worthwhile gift she could give the two.

She found what she needed inside rather quickly, and as she was walking back outside of the shop, she couldn’t help but feel as though they needed something more.

“What’s got you looking like you swallowed an acid pop?” Remus nudged her shoulder, taking a few bags from her. 

“I dunno,” she sighed heavily, watching the fog from her mouth swirl away from them. “I just feel like I should get them something more personal.”

“Them, or just George?” 

“My goodness, you too?!” Juliet stopped in her tracks, her hands on her hips. The multiple shopping bags she carried smacked against her thighs harshly, but she ignored the pain. “Why does everyone assume we like each other? George is my best friend, my absolute best friend, and he’s outrageously gorgeous and funny and caring and kind, and he would much rather date Alicia Spinnet whose also gorgeous and kind and stupid Gryffindor rather than a Slytherin-”

“Woah, okay, okay,” Remus cut her off, putting his hand up to halt her ranting. He looked sideswiped, as though he hadn’t been expecting that reaction. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I just thought that you and George were… heading in that direction. I’ve always liked him, you know, I think he’s much better than the son of a Death Eater.”

“My merlin, who told you?” 

“I may have questioned Fred and promised him some more doxy venom if he would care to gossip with me.”

“You are unbelievable.”

The two of them resumed their walking, Juliet silently fuming. If Remus knew, then surely Sirius knew about Theo. They wouldn’t understand! Sure, he did carry a bit of the usual pureblood prejudices, but he seemed to be seeing her point of view a bit better. He was kind, too, much more so than the other Slytherin boys. 

But he wasn’t George, the voice in her head pointed out.

She shook her head. Why would she think that? George was her best friend. That was that. Just like Fred. They were both her best friends. Nothing more to it. 

So why did she keep thinking about how breathtakingly handsome he was?

“Look, you could give him that,” Remus broke her out of her thoughts, pointing towards a street peddler, who was advertising picture frames. “Let’s take a look.”

The closer they got, the more they could hear what she was advertising. She claimed you could think of any memory, and she could extract it from your thoughts, and turn it into a picture. It seemed impossible, even with magic, but with Remus’ encouragement she decided to try it.

“Alright love, what can I do for you?” the girl gave a wide smile, her teeth a light blue color.

“I’d like a picture of my best friend and I,” Juliet paused, her face falling. “Although I suppose if it’s my memory, I won’t be in the picture.”

“Well, I’m sure I could think of one for you,” Remus spoke up, winking at the girl waiting eagerly. “How about I do one of both you and the twins, and one of you and George? That way Fred won’t feel left out.”

Juliet nodded, and she stood by and watched as the lady explained the process. All Remus had to do was think of a memory, and she would extract it from his mind and place it onto the picture film. 

Once Remus confirmed he was ready, the woman pressed her wand to his temple and drew out a silvery strand that she quickly placed onto the four by six film.

Juliet let out a gasp of awe as the picture quickly focused into place. The three of them were at the Weasley’s, Juliet and George sitting on the couch as Fred sprawled out over them.  They were all laughing, jostling Fred around in an attempt to get him off them. 

“That’s amazing!” she exclaimed, beaming at the girl.

The girl wore a bright smile as she extracted the next silvery memory from Remus. As it focused into place on the film, Juliet felt her heart skip a beat as it focused into place. 

This memory was from this summer at Grimmauld Place. They both sat on the floor, her head in George’s lap as he lazily ran his fingers through her hair. He was looking down at her with that expression he wore at Kings Cross, while she read from a muggle book Remus had gotten her. She lowered the book slightly, and the two of them broke out in laughter.

Juliet felt her chest constrict, and her stomach dropped. Her conflicting feelings hit her like the knight bus, and she inhaled sharply.

She fucking liked George. A lot. A hell of a fucking lot. 

“Do you like it?” the girl asked, a grin on her face.

“It’s perfect,” Remus nodded, taking out his pouch from Gringotts. “How much do I owe you?”

“Three Galleons and two Sickles,” the girl replied brightly. “For an extra two Galleons, I can throw another one in for a discounted price.”

Remus hesitated, before nodding and pulling out the coins. “Alright, sounds like a deal.”

The girl took the coins, and placed them in her bag. She then waited for Remus to say he was ready, before she placed her wand to the tip of his temple once more, the silvery memory splashing onto the film before them.

This one was different, and it took Juliet a moment to place the scene and recognize the people there. Once she did, thoughts of George left and all she could do was stare.

 A man with unruly black hair and glasses next to a gorgeous girl with stunning green eyes and dark red hair sat on the floor with a chunky baby who had a tuft of black hair, waving his fists around as he seemed to be babbling to the other baby next to him. This baby had soft brown hair, a girl, holding a snitch in her tiny fist as she smiled at the baby. Behind her, sat a handsome man with wavy black hair and a charming smile, a woman with long blonde hair resting her head on his shoulder with a smile on her face. 

“Mum,” Juliet said the word softly, her voice catching in her throat. “Is that Harry and his parents?”

Remus nodded, his eyes taking on a faraway look. “Any chance I could have another copy?”

“For twelve sickles, you certainly can.”

A few minutes later, and they were on their way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Knots formed in Juliet’s stomach as she realized she was that much closer to being back to Grimmauld Place, which wouldn’t be a problem if she hadn’t had the earth shattering realization that she liked her best friend of twelve years.

“How about we get a cup of Butterbeer before we head back, hm?” 

Juliet nodded thankfully at Remus’ suggestion, and the two of them sat at a table with a slightly sticky top. They had their bags underneath the table and between their legs, just in case any of the more questioning patrons thought of taking their gifts.

Remus ordered each of them a Butterbeer, and with a wink thrown her way, a cauldron cake and a pumpkin pastry. It was their tradition every year to do this after Christmas shopping, and she had been slightly worried that they may not have been able to do so with everything going on with the Order.

“I’m not needed anywhere until four, so we’ve still got an hour.” Remus explained, waving his wand towards the table to rid it of its stickiness. 

“Will you be by on Christmas eve or day at all?” asked Juliet, her chin in her hand as she awaited his response.

“I think I can swing it with Dumbledore to stop by Christmas day.”

“What does he have you all doing, anyways?”

As soon as the question left her mouth, she could have kicked herself. She knew he probably wasn’t allowed to discuss it with her, much less in the crowded Leaky Cauldron. The response from Remus shaking his head imperceptibly let her know it was a foolish question.

Their drinks arrived, and they spent the next half an hour munching on their treats and drinking their Butterbeer. As usual, they split the two treats between each other. It was their Christmas tradition. Remus inquired about how school was going, and hinted about the DA, and she told him both were going well. She let him know how great of a teacher Harry was, and how they had started getting along better.

“Juliet!”

Remus and Juliet both turned to see who had called her name, and her heart warmed as she saw Narcissa and Draco making their way over towards her. She stood up eagerly from the table, engulfing her aunt in a hug.

“Auntie Cissy, it’s so good to see you!”

“I’m here too, y’know.” Draco muttered at his mothers side, his fuzzy hat nearly covering his eyes.

Juliet rolled her eyes, and pulled out of her aunt's warm and good smelling embrace. She hugged Draco overly tightly, letting go to pinch his cheeks.

“Oh, my dearest Draco, how could I ever forget you!”

“Oh, bugger off.” Draco grumbled, swatting her away.

“Draco, be nice to your cousin,” Narcissa gently reprimanded, turning her attention back to Juliet with a warm smile. “Juliet, we missed you at our house over summer hols.”

“Yes, it seemed you were dogging our invitations.” Lucius appeared behind them, a cold look on his face as he eyed Remus who had come to stand next to Juliet.

“Molly needed her help over the summer,” Remus responded coldly, his hand resting on Juliet’s shoulder protectively. “Juliet was quite busy.”

“I’m sure you all were.” Lucius had a look in his eye Juliet didn’t at all.

“Juliet, would you like to come over for Christmas eve?” Narcissa asked, giving her husband a harsh look from the corner of her eyes.

“I would-” Juliet began, but was cut off from Remus’ quick reply.

“Actually, we’re traveling for Christmas this year. Just needed to grab a few things before we left, but we are heading off later tonight.”

“Where are you headed?” Lucius cocked his head, flexing his fingers on his cane. “Not too far, I would imagine. On your salary, or lack thereof.”

Remus tightened his jaw, and Juliet quickly tried to diffuse the tension.

“I’ll see if we’re back by then, Auntie,” Juliet tried to smile, but she thought it came off as more of a grimace. “I’ll write to Draco if I am.”

Narcissa nodded and smiled at her. Lucius cleared his throat, drawing her attention.

“Well, Juliet, our home is always welcome to you,” a glint appeared in his eyes. “Especially if you find your… dog, prefers someone else over you.”

“Let’s go, Juliet.” Remus had dropped all pretense of being polite, and gripped her hand harshly as he turned her around.

He quickly gathered their bags, keeping a painful grip on her arm. Juliet let herself be dragged away, flashing an apologetic look towards Draco and Narcissa. She knew Lucius was an ass, but she hated that Remus was making her leave without a goodbye.

“Let go of my arm,” Juliet snapped once they were outside, yanking it out of his grip. “That hurt.”

“Sorry,” Remus replied distractedly, not sounding very apologetic at all. “We have to get a move on. I need to tell Dumbledore immediately about Malfoy.”

Juliet rolled her eyes, and followed Remus to a more secluded area where he apparated them back to the front of Grimmauld Place. Once the place appeared, they entered quickly.

“Remus, Juliet, is that you?” Molly called from the kitchen, the smells of dinner and the sounds of Christmas carols floating through the house.

“It’s us, Molly,” Remus replied quickly, shifting the bags to Juliet. “I’ve got to send a message to Dumbledore right away, and then get off to…” his voice disappeared as he slipped further down the hall.

“What was that?” questioned Molly, entering the hallway to see Juliet standing with the weight of all the bags on her arms. “Oh, dear, would you like help? Fred, George, come help Jules!”

Juliet’s face flushed as Fred and George bounded down the steps, he heart leaping to her throat when George stood in front of her.

“Ah, what have we got here?” Fred attempted to peer inside the bags.

“I don’t think so, Weasley,” Juliet snatched them away from him, handing over the ones with Ginny’s, Harry’s, Ron, and their parents presents. “You and your brother can carry these. I will make sure these ones are hidden far away from you lot.”

“Oh, so now I’m the brother?” George joked, although she could see some genuine hurt showing underneath the joking manner. 

“Course not, Georgie,” replied Juliet, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “You’re my best friend.”

The two of them shared eye contact, brown meeting grey. The air seemed to grow heavier around the two, and Juliet could feel her confession threatening to claw its way out of her throat-

But then George looked away, clearing his throat, and Juliet flushed once more, embarrassed at herself. Why did she have to figure out she had feelings for him?

“Alright, Jules, make sure you have your presents wrapped,” Remus reappeared, pulling his wand from his pocket. “I’ll see you on Christmas.”

He gave her a tight hug, and then left Grimmauld Place. She felt a bit empty, sad, about watching him go, but shrugged it off. He would be back.

The twins helped her carry the presents off to the small room with the Black family tree, and after casting them out and locking the door, she began wrapping her presents. The only one that wasn’t one she was giving out, was the picture of her parents and Harry’s with them as babies, from Remus to Harry. She wrapped it carefully, and set it aside. 

Wrapping everything had taken nearly an hour. She was meticulous in her wrapping, and had to have everything be perfect. On the back of the picture with her and George, she had debated on what to write on it before finally deciding to simply write, ‘to my best friend. love you. -Jules’. 

She found herself staring at the other copy of the picture Harry was receiving, examining every picture. She didn’t have many, or really any, pictures of her and her parents. She only had one lone picture of her mum, a few of her father, and none of them all together. Most of it had been lost along with her mum.

A knock broke her out of her thoughts, and she wiped tears as she looked up.

“Juliet? Can I come in?” Sirius’ voice came through the thick wood. 

She swished her wand to unlock the door in reply, and Sirius entered the room. He chuckled at the sight of the slight pile of presents next to her. It died down as he saw the picture in her hand, and he carefully sat next to her.

“Where did you get that?”

So, Juliet launched into an explanation of the girl who made memories into pictures. By the end of her explanation, Sirius looked thoroughly impressed. 

“Not too bad of a price, either,” Sirius rubbed his face, looking down at the picture. “When this whole mess is cleared up, I’ll have to pay her a visit. I can think of a million memories I want to be tangible.”

It was silent for a moment, as Sirius stared at the picture. 

“I always think of how things would have been so different had I not gone after Peter that day,” his voice was low, rough. “I would have never had to leave you, or Harry. I could have raised you both, protected you both… you both would have known so much love.”

“Remus has given me plenty of love,” Juliet replied defensively. His words rubbed her the wrong way. “But when you finally came back, you didn’t show me any. You may have missed out on the first thirteen years of my life, but you could make up for it. Instead you’re giving it all to Harry.”

The admission made her breathless, and her words seemed to hang around them. She held her breath, expecting Sirius to retort angrily as he always did, but he didn’t. Instead, he sagged his shoulders, slumping forward, and nodded.

“I know I haven’t been the best father to you, Jules,” he began earnestly. “I look at Harry and I see… I see James. My best friend, nearly my brother. Hell, he was my brother for all intents and purposes. I pushed him to use Peter as the secret keeper. If I hadn’t done so, Harry would have had a father. I feel the only way to make it up to them is by doing my best to be the father figure I robbed him of.”

This time, it was his admission that hung around them. On one hand, Juliet felt vindicated that he finally admitted to the favoritism, but on the other hand; she felt if he was able to be so insightful and see he was acting that way, he was able to not do so. 

“I just want you to love me like you love him,” her voice was just above a whisper. “I used to dream about you coming home and us being a family. But you never came back for me. It was Harry you came back for. Not me. It hurts.”

“I saw Pettigrew in the paper,” Sirius shook his head. “I knew if he was still alive, my chance for redemption was there. If I could just get hold of him, I could prove my innocence and take guardianship of Harry, and you. That gave me all I needed to break out. And then… Peter got away.”

Juliet was silent again. He didn’t leave for Harry, he left because he saw a way for him to put his life back together. Not only for Harry, but for her.

“I know I haven’t been as good as showing care for you like I have been with Harry. It just feels so natural towards Harry, because of his dad. But I’m your dad. Literally. And I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like I didn’t care about you.”

Her eyes filled with tears. She felt vindicated, so vindicated, and relief at hearing these words come from his mouth made her happy.

“Your mother would have been right pissed, you know,” Sirius nudged her shoulder, still looking down at the picture in her hands. “You turned out to have the Black looks through and through. She had hoped you would have been a spitting image of her. We had a bet going, before…” and his voice trailed off, lost in memories.

“Do you miss her?”

“I do. It’s gotten easier, but… your mother was special. A really good friend.”

“Remus always told me stories about her. And you, and James, and Peter. Lily seemed to be the only one of you with her head on straight. Sometimes, when I was younger, I would pretend my dolls were you guys. Like you were there with me.”

Sirius wrapped an arm around her, hugging her tightly. “I’m here now. I’m sorry I wasn’t before.”

Her heart swelled as for the first time, she felt comforted by her father. Her blood father. Remus was her father in every sense of the word, but she had always craved Sirius’ love and presence. Now, she had both.

Things were getting better.

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Oh, They Win for Sure - Harry Potter

Request: Hi can I have a Christmas theme request please for Harry Potter x reader where they both struggle to find a gift for each other and end with some fluff. I’m in the mood for some fluff

A/N: I hope you enjoy this one. It’s a little short, but its sweet. Merry Christmas!!

Oh, They Win For Sure

Christmas is the best right? No! It really isn’t. Especially, when you are trying to shop for the most simple, yet complicated person in the world. Harry is spectacular, but trying to find the perfect gift is near impossible. You spent several days in Hogsmeade looking around at stores, asking friends, and you even asked complete strangers what to get. No one gave you and solid ideas that would be great for him. The frustration built up, but you were determined. 

One of these trips, you asked Ron to accompany you. Who better to give an idea for a gift than Harry’s best friend? Of course, you had to promise him some chocolate frogs, but you had to look at the bigger picture. Unfortunately for you, Ron was not the best person to get gift advice from.

“Ron, please. Help me find something he will actually like, and do not say sweets because I know you will steal them. I want it to be special.”

“Harry is simple Y/N. Just get him something for his broom or something for quidditch. He’ll like anything that you get him.” You had walked in and out of nearly every shop in Hogsmeade together, and came up empty handed. Little did you know, Harry was having a hard time as well.

“Hermione, you are practically her best friend. What does she like?” Harry complained. He had asked Hermione to help him in Hogsmeade. He wanted this Christmas to be perfect for you. This was the first Christmas together, and he wanted to get you something that would knock you off your feet. 

“Harry, stop thinking too much, or you’ll hurt yourself. Y/N will like anything that you get her, so long as it’s from you.” Hermione was no help, just like Ron.

Harry broke away from Hermione as she met up with Ron and you at the Three Broomsticks. He just needed to clear his head. Then he thought back to his last trip to Diagon Alley to visit Fred and George. There was a vendor that made custom jewelry. He remembered watching you look through some of the items. He returned to his dorm and wrote a letter to the twins hoping that they could deliver an order to the vendor. He promised to pay them back when he saw them at Christmas at the Burrow. He wrote down the details for his gift and gave the letter to Hedwig. He couldn’t contain the excitement. 

You had left the Three Broomsticks early to walk around Hogsmeade. You hoped for a little inspiration. You stopped by a tree and looked at the Shrieking Shack. Your thoughts drifted to Sirius and Remus. You missed both of them dearly, and you knew that Harry was struggling with the loss of his godfather. Then, an idea smacked you in the face. You practically ran back to your dorm. You started writing a letter to Remus. You had asked him if he had any photos from his time at school, and begged him if he could send you a few for Harry. You told him your plan and hoped that he would be willing to help you out. Luckily, you received a letter back, with a box full of photos from his time at school. He told you about some of the photos in his letter, and even thanked you for looking out for Harry.

With a couple days left before the break, you took to making your gift perfect. You had never put so much energy into a gift before, but you needed it to be perfect. As you put the final touches on the gift, you thought to Harry. He deserved the world, and you were hoping that he would enjoy his gift, although, you wondered if you were overstepping. This was very personal, and he may think that you were slightly insane for gifting him something so meaningful. You pushed those thoughts away and tried to stay positive, although you were quite nervous. 

Harry was also feeling nervous. More than anything, he wanted you to be happy. He couldn’t but feel that jewelry was a little cliche and basic, but he was going for sentiment. He couldn’t wait to give you your gift. It wasn’t a competition, but he secretly thought that he was going to win the unspoken “who gave the better gift” competition. 

The time spent at the Burrow was nice, but he was focused on the Draco Malfoy situation back at school. He tried to stay in the Christmas spirit but it was sometimes falling away. You were always there to remind him to be positive and enjoy the time he had with everyone there. Finally, though, it became time to exchange gifts. There were a few couples at the Burrow this year, and he watched them all exchange gifts first. He was excited to see you two in a few years, exchanging gifts still, and being closer than now. He thought of your future together as he watched Molly and Arthur, Remus and Tonks, and Bill and Fleur. 

“Harry don’t you have a gift for Y/N?” He heard Hermione speak. He told her what he got to get her approval. She thought it was adorable.

“Yeah, here it is,” he said, awkwardly handing you the box. You started unwrapping it, and when you finally opened it you smiled warmly. It was a locket in the shape of a golden snitch. Inside was a picture of you two from only a couple months before. “You see, you caught my heart, and the snitch represents that.” He seemed nervous as he watched you. 

“Harry, this is the sweetest.” You turned around so he could put in on you. “I have a gift for you too.” His gift was absolutely perfect, and now you were even more nervous. He unwrapped it and met the front of the photo album you put together.

“So, I know that you haven’t really been able to learn a lot about your parents and Sirius. I asked for some help, and well, I put this together  so you can always have your family with you.” You were nearly shaking as you saw him flip through the pages. You included some of the stories that Remus told you on the pages, as well as some cheerful commentary of your own. 

“Y/N, this is perfect. This is the best gift ever. I don’t even know what to say.” His eyes were slightly glossy as he pulled you in for a tight embrace. You sighed in relief knowing that he liked it.

Bill glanced over at Fleur. She was gushing at the adorable couple. She felt his eyes and she looked towards him.

“I thought we would win the cutest couple here, but maybe I was wrong.” She muttered to him. Bill laughed at her comment. They had talked about who would be the most adorable couple, considering they thought they had it in the bag,

“Oh, they won for sure,” he responded with a big smile on his face.

After gifts were exchanged, you helped Molly prepare for dinner. Remus sat with Harry by the fire.

“You know Harry, that girl you got in there is something special. James and Sirius would approve of her. She really loves you.”

“I know. I really love her too. She’s unbelievable.” 

Remus had been struggling dealing with the loss of his friend, but he was happy to know that Harry had the support system he needed, and that he had someone who would always take care of him and love him.

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a very burrow christmas {Harry potter}

Summary: Harry and his girlfriend enjoy Christmas with their favourite people, the Weasleys. This is a no voldy au so every one is alive and happy:')

A/n: this is written by me and @pregnant-piggy 

(he has no right to be this cute wtf)                                                    

"Harry," y/n said trying to shake Harry's grip off her waist. "Haaryyy" she said in a sing song voice poking his cheek. "Wake up Potter!" She picked him again. "Ugh, lemme sleep l/n." Harry grumbled pulling y/n closer in his arms. "Five more minutes." He said snuggling his face into her neck. "Fine." She sighed playfully and melted into his embrace, falling asleep once again.

They were woken up properly when sirius barged into the room screaming "WAKE UP." He saw the sight in front of him and he almost let them be and leave. Almost being the word here, instead he called out to his best friend very loudly. "Prongs! Your son is trying to make you a grandfather early!" There was a series of clangs and crashes and ran in James Potter with crooked and a slightly red face. "What? Where?" Sirius snickered and pointed at Harry and y/n who were now waking up due to the commotion. "What's going on?" Harry asked groggily.

"Nothing, just sirius being an arse. Now wake up and get dressed, you both have to go the burrow today." James told his son and his girlfriend.

Harry groaned and nuzzled his face in y/n's shoulder. She giggled and pushed his head away, ignoring the googly eyes Sirius and James were making. 'Come on, Harry. The Weasleys are waiting for us. And you know how Ron gets when he has to wait.' In the doorframe, Sirius and James chuckled, but one look from Harry was enough to send them away. He and y/n got dressed in silence, both lost in their thoughts. When they came down, James and Lily were sitting at the dining table, both a mug in their hand and a smug smile on their face. Harry grumbled something about 'embarrassing him with their stupid faces' and James laughed loudly.

Still slightly grumpy, Harry ate his breakfast quietly. "So y/n, when are your parents returning?" Lily asked Y/n. She put her galss of orange juice down. "Oh, they'll be joining us tomorrow for Christmas at the Weasley's house." Lily nodded. "That's good." "Alright kiddos it's time to go." James clapped his hands together. Both Harry and y/n grabbed hold of their bags. One by one they walked into the fireplace and flooed to the burrow.

Harry reached first. He stepped out of the fireplace and and a second later out came y/n. She dusted the soot of her clothes and smiled at Harry. As Harry turned around, he was immediately hit on the face with a blob of frosting. Y/n burst out laughing. "You look so stupid Harry." She said, still laughing extremely loudly. "What a horrible day!" Harry whined.

The culprits behind the frosting on Harry's face walked to them with sly grins on their faces. Ofcourse it was fred and George. "Hello Harry, did you enjoy your Christmas welcome?" They said in unison. "No." Harry grumbled. "It was amazing, good job guys." Y/n high fived the twins. "Are you my girlfriend or theirs?" Harry asked her feigning betrayal. He put his fingers to his face and removed some of the frosting and rubbed it all over y/n's cheeks. She gasped. "No you didn't!" "Yes I did." Harry said mockingly.

Y/n took the piping bag from Fred's hands and squeezed it all over Harry's unruly black hair. "You've started war woman!" Harry declared and snatched the bag from her and ripped it on her head. "Ewww." She groaned. By then, all the Weasley kids had gathered, hearing the commotion. "Er, hi guys." Harry and y/n said sheepishly. "You had a frosting fight, without me?" Ron asked in betrayal. "Join in?" Y/n asked him. "YES!" He cheered.

Everybody grabbed some frosting bags and started throwing it at eachother. "What is going on here!" Mrs Weasley arrived, looking at the mess created in her living room. Everyone froze in their tracks and dropped whatever they were holding. "I asked you kids to frost cookies, not each other! Now clean up the mess. Stat!" Her face was red. The room was silent. "Do not worry kids, we got this." Fred and George said. They whipped out their wands and muttered a spell and the room was back to normal. "You're welcome." They grinned.

With the very little frosting that was left, it was quickly decided that the cookies would taste just as good without decoration. After everyone was washed up they sat in the living room, calming down from the frosting war. All were happily discussing what gifts they hoped they would get, when Ron proposed to play a game. Chutes and Ladders was taken out and everyone sat around it.

What was supposed to be an innocent game, soon turned into a battle in which no one was spared. Loud laughter erupted every time someone had to slide back to the start and groans from everyone but the player came whenever they could ascend a ladder.

Harry was the first one to give up. He still had the same, although maybe a little less, mood he had had in the morning and when he had to go back to the start for the third time, he threw his pawn away and declared he was done with the game. He pulled y/n on his lap and rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched how she slowly made her way to the last box.

'I won! I won!' she exclaimed when she placed her pawn on the final box and she threw her arms in the air. Everyone laughed bittersweet at her victory, but y/n noticed nothing of it as she turned around to Harry and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry chuckled and placed a kiss on her temple. She however threw all her weight in the embrace and together with her boyfriend she fell to the floor.

Harry's chest was rising and falling with his laughter and y/n was lying on top of him. She lifted but kept hovering over him. The look on Harry's face was so delicate that she couldn't but place a soft kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled into the kiss when he heard everyone around them groan and yell.

'MOM! y/n and Harry can't keep their hands off each other!' Ron screamed to the kitchen and y/n climbed off Harry, not hiding her smug smile on her lips. She looked at Harry and he winked at her, his cheeks as red as the hair of the Weasleys around him.

It was night by the time the game ended and everyone's stomach was growling in hunger. "Kids, time for dinner!" Mrs Weasley called out. Everyone ran to the table, mouth watering at the smell of the deliciously steaming food. Roast turkey, cranberry sauce, pie and chocolate cake among others was spread out on the table. Everyone dug in and relished the delicious meal. Mrs Weasley this is so good!" Harry said in delight. "Thankyou dear." She smiled. Soon all the food on the table was cleared and nothing but a few crumbs remained.

Since it was Christmas Eve, Hermione suggested that they sang Christmas carols. Ginny decided that they sang o Christmas tree. Everyone sang along singing off tune, but still the Christmas cheer filled the air. The burrow never failed to brighten the mood. After carols, everyone dropped their gifts under the giant tree in the middle of the living room. Fred and George tried to sneak glances at the boxes which had their names on them. They even almost ripped one of the gifts open before mrs Weasley smacked their hands away.

Around eleven pm, mr Weasley handed everyone mugs of hot chocolate as everyone sat in the backyard. It was snowing and one could see their breath in the cold. "It's so nice outside." Ginny muttered. Everyone nodded in agreement. Harry rested his head on y/n's shoulder and she kissed his forehead. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." Y/n whispered lifting Harry's chin to place a kiss on his lips. "Gross! Get a room." Ron teased. Harry stuck his tongue out at his best friend and he rolled his eyes teasingly.

It was getting very late and everyone started to nod off. One by one they retired to their rooms. The girls were together and Harry was to share a room with Ron. Y/n placed a kiss on Harry's forehead and followed Hermione into the house.

*****

Full from the food and the merry feelings, y/n found her sleep quickly. The soft chatting of Hermione and Ginny lulled her asleep and soon she was off in dreamland.

Harry in his shared room with Ron missed y/n's warmth and her embrace that he was used to fall asleep to. He kept talking with Ron until the little hours, but eventually he slept in too, the warmth and comfort of the burrow easing him.

If the next morning no one had woken from the rooster that was screaming bloody murder at the crack of dawn, they were woken by the enthusiastic and loud talking of the twins, who were the first ones to wake up and had no intention of letting everyone else sleep in on this Christmas morning. So while Ron tried to turn around in his bed once more, the door of the bedroom burst open and Fred and George jumped on their brother's bed. 'Come on, Ron, it's Christmas!' Fred exclaimed and he and George kept pestering Ron all the way down to the living room, where the rest of the sleepy family sat.

y/n was sitting in the corner of the couch, resting her cheek on her hand. Her eyes were almost falling shut when Harry slumped into the place next to her and rested his head in her lap. She raked her hands through his messy hair and Harry felt his eyes slowly closing.

'I can't believe it, I talked to him for hours last night and he wouldn't fall asleep. You put your hand in his hair and he is off,' Ron grumbled, though he didn't look annoyed; he had a smirk on his face.

'Well, what can I say,' y/n laughed. 'It's a Christmas miracle.' *****

After a delicious breakfast made by Mrs Weasley, everybody gathered around the tree to open the presents. As the last person sat down, James and Lily Potter came out of the fireplace, followed by sirius a few seconds later. "Sorry we're late." Lily coughed. "Someone forgot to do their present shopping." Sirius looked sheepishly at the ground. "But we're here now." He declared.

Gifts were being passed out and everyone was excitedly opening them. Mrs Weasley knit everyone a Weasley jumper with their initial on it. Mr Weasley have everyone gifts depending on their likes. Sirius gave everyone a joke shop gift. Fred and George were the only ones who appriciated the gift. Finally, Harry opened y/n's gift. She anxiously watched his as he carefully opened the wrapping paper. He then lifted the gift, it was a scrapbook that she had spent months putting together. Harry flipped the book open, on the front was a picture of them in their first year, after Harry won the match, then after that there were pictures and small handwritten notes on every page. "Do you like it?" Y/n asked expectantly. "I really do!" Harry replied hugging her.

The gifts were opened and the mess was cleared. The children sat down on the sofa and we're about to play exploding snap when ginny exclaimed, "it's snowing!" The game was forgotten and everyone pulled on their coats and went to backyard. It was the first snow that year and it felt magical. Lily put on a casette that played muggle Christmas carols. They were all wizards but something about the atmosphere felt even more magical.

"Dance with me." Harry extended his hand out to y/n. "Gladly." She took it. He pulled her close and they swayed to the music. "I love you." Harry kissed her forehead. "I love you too " she smiled.

Lily and James watched the two lovers dance outside and their hearts swelled. It reminded them of them in their youth. Y/n's parents had arrived by then and they too watching them dance felt their heart warm up. It was beautiful to see the two of them so young and in love.

Hermione pulled y/n away from Harry, telling him that she needed to steal y/n from him as they needed another team mate for their snow ball fight. Harry shook his head and stood beside ron who was watching Hermione with slightly red cheeks and a small smile. "You should ask her out mate." Harry told him. "I don't know who you're taking about." He said defiantly. "Sure man, I belive you." Harry nudged his shoulder and they both shared a small laugh.

Harry was still talking to Ron when he was hit in the face by a snowball coming from behind a fort of snow a little further in the yard. As the cold snow dripped of his face and ice cold drops of water made their way into the collar of his coat, Harry quickly ran to the fort of the other team. He crouched down behind the wall of snow and turned to George, who was captain of this team.

'Spy on them, while Gin and I get ready to attack them,' George said and he pushed Harry into the battlefield unprepared. A little lost he stood in between the two teams, but then he walked closer to the team y/n was on.

Her team hadn't noticed Harry yet. They were all bent over a drawing in the snow, that Fred was pointing at with his wand. Harry looked over his shoulder and gestured for George and Ginny to come closer. They approached the little hill of snow slowly and carefully. 'ATTACK!' George yelled and he and Ginny jumped over the 'fort', throwing snowballs at the persons behind it. Loud yells and screams erupted from the people behind the snow and a real battle, as the one with the frosting the previous day had been, erupted. Snow was thrown back and forth until everyone was cold and blue and Mrs Weasley called everyone inside for a hot chocolate.

After everyone was warmed up again by Mrs Weasley's amazing hot cacao, they stationed in the living room. Just when Ron was about to sit next to y/n,  Harry jumped in his place, forcing Ron to sit in the spot next to Hermione. Harry shot y/n a sly grin and she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, while lied his head on her lap, silently asking her to play with his hair.

Y/n chatted with everyone around her while Harry's eyes started to droop. "Done go to sleep now, it's almost time for dinner." He groaned. "But you're comfortable." She flicked his forehead. "I'm up, I'm up." He said sitting up on the sofa. After a few minutes, food was set on the table, once again the table was filled with scrumptious food. Salad, sandwiches, mince pie, pasta and others were layed out.

Conversation flowed nicely on the table as everyone dug into their food. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful day. As Harry watched y/n talk to Ginny animatedly he couldn't help but feel that he was the luckiest man on earth to be with a person like her. He held her hand under that table and she intertwined her fingers with his. They smiled at each other, eyes holding so much love that it almost overflowed.

Harry and y/n were a match made in heaven and neither of them planned on letting the other go anytime soon *******

taglist: @kashishwrites

[wynniewright]

Secret Santa (Drabble)

→  This piece is a part of the Secret Santa event hosted by @bwcsecretsanta and was created for @n8dlesoupguk

→ Rating: PG-13

→ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

→ WC: 2.4k

→ Genre: secret santa au

→ Summary: When you pick Yoongi’s name for the dreaded secret santa event at work, things didn’t go exactly as you expected them to.

→ Warnings: much fluff, some mild vulgar language (I tried very hard not to use the f word)

AN: Okay, it’s 4am and I don’t have the mental capacity to do tags and the proper set-up into the story so I did the absolute bare minimum until I’m awake and actually able to process what the hell is going on. AS MENTIONED ABOVE, it’s a secret santa piece for my dear @n8dlesoupguk. I’m sorry this piece took so long to get out but I hope you enjoy it, even if it is a little on the drabble side. Thank you for letting me be your secret santa and I hope you had a wonderful holiday season.~ <3 

PS: Sorry I forced you to wait until the last possible moment and thank you for your patience love!

It’s official. You were officially the worst secret santa in the history of secret santas and honestly, even that was giving yourself too much credit. You could barely call yourself a secret santa. The qualifications were somewhat loose, being that all you had to do was fill in a gift card for your own secret santa to receive while you received one from a co-worker. 

If you were honest with yourself, you wouldn’t have even signed up if you didn’t think your manager, Seokjin, wasn’t looking over your shoulder. Sure, he said it was optional, but you were looking forward to a promotion to serving role so that you didn’t have to bus tables anymore. If getting on Jin’s good side meant you had to participate in some cheesy holiday event for work then that’s exactly what you were going to do.

You couldn’t even blame your poor time management skills on your strict manager, since he specifically told every staff member the rules:

Gifts cannot go oer the $30 budget

Gifts must be ready for the exchange on the morning of the 24th

That was easy enough, right? Whoever’s name you pulled, you could’ve gotten away with buying them a candle or maybe some fuzzy socks and a sheet mask. It was supposed to be easy. But instead of ease, panic set in the moment you opened your locker and realized whose secret santa you were.

Min Yoongi.

Out of the twenty-something other employees at the restaurant, you managed to pick THE Min Yoongi. How? You wished you knew. 

Pulling his name from the hat wasn’t horrible because it was him, in fact, if you actually cared about the work festivities, you would’ve jumped for joy and screeched into your pillow the moment you got home. But you didn’t care about the exchange and had no plans to put any thought into a personalized gift for the recipient. Hell, by the time you actually bothered to take a peek at the name was nearly 72 hours before the exchange. That’s exactly why you were at the mall before your shift, less than 24 hours until the gift exchange in front of the other staff, in search for a suitable gift for the cute boy.

No pressure, right?

You tossed out your idea of fuzzy socks and body care products and immediately headed to the mom-and-pop candle store in search of fall-scented candles. There should’ve been more space for additional details because, c’mon, how many fall candles existed? Since it was the day before Christmas Eve, you expected to have plenty of options with fall scents - but not as many as there were.

It was understatement to say that there were plenty of options when the entire store was just one massive cloud of the perfect holiday fragrances, cinnamon and apple wafting right out the doors and flooding your nostrils before you even stepped into the place.

It took a whole hour for you to test all of the scents, a bulk of the time wasted on debating whether or not Yoongi was the Christmas cookie type, or if he’d like Apple Pumpkin or even Holiday Hearth, whatever that was. After the first 10 minutes of sniffing, all the candles started to blend together and smell the same as the one before it, leaving you defeated.

Shortly after leaving, there was a brief moment where you thought about checking out another store for some candles, but considering your nose was fried with all those powerful scents, you didn’t think you could sniff another freaking candle without losing your sense of smell. Perhaps the beanie on his list would’ve been an easier find.

Boy, were you wrong.

After shopping at three different department stores, you came to the conclusion that trying to find a beanie during the peak of the winter season was an even worse idea than the candles. You knew better than to waste time looking for one of the most popular items for the season so you weren’t sure why it was a shock to you when you couldn’t get your hands on one. The last item on his wishlist was sour watermelon gummies and although those sounded like a decent idea for a multi-item gift, there was no way you would give him a $30 bag of candy. 

With slumped shoulders and a pout, you decided to head into Guitar Center with less than a half an hour until the start of your shift. You didn’t know what to look for, only that you needed to find something budget-friendly that Yoongi would definitely take a liking to. The only possible solution was to give him a sad $30 gift card and call it a day, huffing your way across the mall to where the restaurant was located on the other side.

Technically, a gift card to Guitar Center was the perfect gift for Yoongi. There was a level of passion in which Yoongi spoke about his instruments, talking about music as if it were alive. That’s exactly why you couldn’t screw up the gift by getting him a gift card, right? Even if it was $30, that money could’ve gone towards something he wanted to buy in the future and even if it wasn’t much, you were sure he would still love it.

With a little newfound confidence, you strode through the open doorway and greeted your longtime friend, Jeongguk who stood behind the host desk, scribbling onto something you couldn’t see. 

“Hey, Gukie,” you offered a friendly wave, catching his friendly grin and returning it with one of your own.

“Y/N! I can’t believe you came in today,” he said, maneuvering his way around the desk to wrap his arms tightly around your shoulders. “Did you manage to find something good?” He whispered in your ear and you couldn’t help the sigh that pressed through your lips. 

You grumbled, “I got him a gift card?” 

His almond eyes rounded out, widening as if you had another head sprouting from your shoulder. “You totally forgot rule three.”

“Rule three?”

You thought back to Jin giving everyone a mini lecture on what was allowed to be given as a gift, running through rules one and two but ultimately coming to a blank.

Jeongguk brushed his lean fingers through his perfectly styled hair, causing some strands to fall in his face before he ruffled the locks in the back. “Rule number three, no gift cards or restaurant merch.” He deadpanned.

The moment those words left his lips, your mind flashed back to your manager saying those exact words and nearly lost your shit right as Yoongi and one of his best pals, Hoseok, strolled on in. 

“Are you fu-”

“-oh, hey, Y/N.” Yoongi flashed his signature gummy smile, reserved but enough to break some hearts as they stopped right by the two of you.

Your heart sank with the realization that you somehow managed to become an even worse secret santa than you managed before, which honestly would be an achievement for you if it wasn’t for the fact that Min-freaking-Yoongi was going to the one disappointed in you.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you gave a half-hearted wave, trying your best to put on a smile while knowing full-well that it was flat and obviously painful. He passed by after a quick “it’s nice to see you again” and headed to the lockers in the back. 

Jeongguk watched the interaction and kept looking between the two of you as Yoongi walked further away, letting out a short whistle with a shake of his head. 

“You, my friend, are absolutely screwed.”

-----

You didn’t know exactly what you were thinking. A gift card? A freaking gift card? Seriously, how lame is that? People probably wrote poems about their recipient, shopped tirelessly for their favorite things until they were sure they were going to give the best gift a secret santa could give and there you were with a tiny, half-assed gift card that didn’t amount to anything nearly important enough and hoping that would suffice. 

You were disappointed in yourself. Sure, maybe time slipped by a bit too fast and left you with the last possible moment. Perhaps you could have blamed the sudden incline in hours after an excellent food critique brought an even larger crowd, telling him that’s why you didn’t have time to get something - anything - better. But that was just it. You couldn’t tell Yoongi that you didn’t care enough to buy a gift for anyone until you realized it was him. No way.

Feeling badly about the decision to get him a gift card, you managed to find a pair of fuzzy black socks - even though the color he put for his favorite was green but you knew that a majority of his closet was black - and a small, autumn-scented candle that anyone would enjoy with it’s subtle flair. You stuck those in the bag with the gift card, ultimately choosing to give both gifts despite them collectively doubling the budget. 

To say that nerves were getting to you wasn’t even the half of it. Your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing as each person around the circle was called to stand up and find the receiver of their gifts to hand them their early Christmas presents. The closer it got to you, the worse the bounding became, practically jumping up and down with every pull of your leg until you smacked it against your neighbor when they returned to their seat after their exchange.

“Alright, next is Y/N,” Seokjin clapped happily. You wished his positivity would’ve rubbed off on you and given you the strength to look Yoongi in the eye and hand him the monstrosity of a gift that you gave him. 

You pushed yourself up from the chair and and walked over to the other side, knees wobbling and hands growing slick as you neared Yoongi’s seat. With a deep breath, you extended the small bag his way and immediately ducked your head down when he took it, flying back to your seat on the opposite side and avoiding his gaze. 

It felt like hours going through everyone’s secret santa gift and you were too happy when Seokjin didn’t require us to open our presents in front of everyone. Presents were personal, right? Nobody wants to be exposed like that. 

You would’ve dipped on out of there as soon as the gift exchange ended but the nagging guilt forced you to make your way over to where Yoongi and Jeongguk were casually chatting. When you reached them, they both looked up at you with each of their own expressions: Yoongi’s eyes were dark yet curious as to what you wanted whereas Jeongguk knew exactly what was about to go down. 

“I’m actually going to catch Syd before she leaves. I’ll be right back,” he excused himself and made his exit, turning around the moment he was behind Yoongi to give you a supportive thumbs up. 

“Ah, right. I wanted to thank you for your gift, by the way. I really like the candle and I’m kinda digging the fuzzy socks so thanks.” Yoongi flicked his head to the side, pushing his dark hair out of his face as he smiled that heart-melting smile. 

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.” You nibbled on your lip.

How were you supposed to go about this? Was it something you had to sort of dance around and hope he’d understand or something you have to tell straight up? While neither answer seemed desirable, there was nothing more terrifying than the thought of having to say, “I bought you what I was going to buy for anyone else that was my secret santa”. 

“The gifts?” Yoongi raised a brow, no doubt confused with the way you were taking things.

“Yeah,” you puffed out. “Is there any way I could give you something else? I was the worst and I waited to go shopping and the things on your list weren’t available no matter where I looked. I would say I tried but I don’t even feel like I did… I’m so sorry for being so stupid, I can’t believe I actually got you th-”. 

“-I don’t want anything else, though. I already have more than enough.” He stuck his lip out, his cheeks puffing out as if he were a child being rejected for some sweets. 

“I don’t think you understand. I really messed this up and I’m so embarrassed,” you pushed further, lowering your head into your hands with a groan. 

Yoongi was silent, thoughtfully watching you have a meltdown in your seat as he contemplated his next response. “And if I said there was something?” He asked.

“It’s yours.”

In a blink of an eye, Yoongi closed the space between the two of you, lips crashing into yours in a gentle yet exploratory kiss. Fireworks shot off somewhere in the back of your mind as you shut your eyes and grazed his cheek with your thumb. The kiss didn’t last nearly as long as you wanted it to, but it took your breath away regardless. The last of him still lingered on your lips as you opened your eyes, cheeks flushed and eyes wide as you took in the situation.

Min Yoongi just kissed you.

THE Min Yoongi just kissed YOU.

“What was that for?” you murmured under your breath, almost as if you wanted an answer but didn’t even want him to hear the question. 

He hummed, a playful glint in his eye as he gave a shrug. “You said I could have something I wanted in return. That’s what I wanted.”

His words warmed your heart and turned you into a giggling mess, leaving you hiding behind your purse with nothing but your eyes peeking over the top. 

“You’re serious? You’re not serious, no way.” You spoke half to yourself and half to him, still processing the feeling of his soft lips against yours. 

“I’m serious. In fact, if you want to go even further to make it up to me, let me take you to dinner next Friday.” He stuck out a hand between your two bodies, the offer laying right there in front of you while you still couldn’t believe what was happening.

You gripped his hand as quickly as possible and bounced in your seat, beaming with excitement as he matched your enthusiasm. “Yes! I mean,” you coughed. “Absolutely, yes. I’d love to.” You grinned.

Little did you know that being the worst secret santa in history would lead you to give Min Yoongi exactly what he wished for: you.

[silverkoushi]

haikyuu!! headcanons

⇢ scenario: how you’d spend the holidays with them!! | read pt.2 here! ⇢ feat. : suga, hinata, & kageyama (karasuno) x gn!reader ⇢  wc & warnings: 1.7k, none ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ this is me trying to psych myself up for the holidays aha... thinkin of doing more if i get the inspo and make it in time ><

sugawara koushi ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ the holiday spirit with him is unsurprisingly soft and domestic!! he’s the kind of guy that loves to uphold traditional celebrations like the holidays, your birthdays, new years— things like that because it’s important for him to create memories that you can look back on many years later. you bet the holiday decorations will be up mid-november, so once you see him struggling to hang multi-colored lights along the exterior of your house, you have no choice but to laugh at him at first but eventually help him out!! his cheerfulness and child-like excitement nearing the holidays becomes contagious so the two of you start matching everything: penguin sweaters, (ugly but comfortable) red/green pajamas, mugs that have those cringey couple labels on them— basically, you name it, you and suga have two versions of it to wear/use!! suga would be in an extra-baking mood, too!!

if there’s a holiday party (probably at the school he’s teaching at) that you would be attending with him, suga will volunteer to be in charge of baked goodies! sugar cookies, brownies, donuts with cinnamon sugar, maybe even a raspberry choco cake roll?? the possibilities are endless with your pastry chef of a man, and ofc you make it your duty to help him out in the kitchen!! baking til 2 or 3am, sometimes just goofing off with the flour, cookie dough on the tips of your noses, and suga stealing a kiss (or a lick) here and there. all the while your favorite holiday playlist hums in the background of your colorfully lit home, pictures of the two of you hanging around a tree, santa hats bouncing up and down atop your heads the way you dance everywhere, his arms snug around your waist. while you wait for the last batch of cookies in the oven, suga has already prepared his original hot cocoa for the two of you, making sure he adds extra mini marshmallows in your elf mug tonight— you sit by the couch overlooking the decorated frenzy of your surroundings. and you know you made the right choice spending it with him. :) when the actual party happens, o god the kids love you!! calls you his partner for lifey!! sth cute like that and u don’t know if suga taught them that or they just made it up lol either way, you’re so very excited to see how the love of ur life interacts with his students as, you guessed it, he’s so so good with them!! they run up to him, bouncing up and down just to get a bite of his baked goodies and while he’s handing them out, he also gives them a handwritten card. for each n every one of them!! when did he do that?? you question to yourself, but when he seesn you giving him an incredulous look, he just sheepishly smiles and says, “when you fell asleep on the couch last night, i wrote them last minute.” o,, that’s why when you woke up, u don’t even remember lying down in the bed but you surmise suga had carried you all the way there too :’) 

they sing a lot of holiday songs, play those party games like trip to jerusalem or once the music stops, you have to stop dancing or you’re out type of game and just overall lots of fun filled moments and you feel thankful for witnessing such a pure, innocent sight right around the holidays!! ofc once it’s all done and he bids them goodbye with a hug, a hi five or a pat on the head, suga doesn’t forget about you and puts up a mini mistletoe by the door when everyone had left. he has that teasing smirk on his face and you’d do more than just kiss him bec of it but uh, you’re still in the classroom so you give in with a chaste yet sweet kiss on his lips. he returns it a little deeper, but you push his chest off playfully, and boop! him on the nose. “later, sir,” you reprimand lightly, yet cheeks blushing at your interaction with him in his workplace. he shows that toothy grin, and intertwines ur fingers together as u walk to your car and finally spend more time together again <333 his most favorite part of this season!!

hinata shouyo ୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ be prepared for a very hyper and energetic holiday week with this guy!! imagine you two are still in college, he has a break from playing professional volleyball to spend these times with his family. and he chooses to spend most of those days with you!! he is actually very excited to bring you home to meet his mom and (not-so) little sister, and it’s very nerve-wracking knowing that it’s an important holiday for them to be together as a family— and then you’re just gonna crash it like that??? BUT sho doesn’t see it that way! he already sees you as a person he’ll definitely experience even more holidays the next year, and the one after that, but in order to ease up the anxiety that has been building up in your system, he tells you of his extravagant plans for the two of you before going back to his parents’ house!! think amusement parks in the winter, ice skating in frozen lakes, walking on boardwalks with two styrofoam cups of hot choco for him, and a peppermint mocha for you!!

o, and if there’s some downtime with your adventure, he’ll drag you outside where the snow is ankle deep, tells you to take a picture of him in the cold, earmuffs hugging the sides of his temple so warmly that you find so adorable. you’re about to pull your phone out until you feel cold, wet, melting ice smacked onto your cheek!! “SHO, WHAT THE HECK—” you don’t even have time to protest because WHACK, one more snowball, but he missed and it got to your jacket this time. luckily, your phone was still okay but your boyfriend definitely won’t be once you find him as he had started running, your voice calling out to his name in the breezy wind. so that whole afternoon, you were seen having a ridiculous snowball fight around campus (you guys stayed in the dorms until you were ready to leave), laughing when you threw one directly at his open, cackling mouth. shouyo started choking on the snowball, but you were still wiping tears from your eyes at the hilarity of the situation. “STOTPF IM LITERALYLYL DYUINGGG” “don’t be ridiculous” “JDFSKFDJH” and that’s when you actually run towards him, patting his back rather forcefully because oh god what if you did make him choke and his family won’t have a son coming home this time around?!

while you worry in your head, shouyo had already tackled you to the ground, snow engulfing your bodies together. “let’s take a picture here, this is the perfect spot!” he’d chuckle, peppering you with winter kisses, sending shivers down your arms not just because they were cold but also wow, you’re so lucky to be with a guy like him during this season. suddenly, you anticipate meeting his family :)

kageyama tobio

୨୧ ˻˳˯ₑ*॰¨̮ you know what you’re very excited for that kags isn’t? his birthday falls on the week of christmas, and any other normal person would just think, “ah, i can just combine his gifts into one!” but for you that’s a big no-no. and kageyama knows it, and he’s flustered and shy because everyone in his life up until the point he’s met you had always just given him a 1 for 2 type of gift. not that he minded, that’s all he’s ever known in his life so when you promised him a big birthday bash and a special holiday gift, he’s scared for what’s to come,,, although, you know he’s not big on surprises or bigger gatherings, but you wanted to see his reaction as to how you planned it all out! in reality, you just wanted to spend precious time with your bf on his bday and an early christmas before he leaves to go visit his family :(

after tiring hours of vball practice and finals (he’s gotten better at studying, don’t underestimate this guy!) he sleeps in on the day of his birthday, not even realizing the night prior he’s turning a year older that day!! you creep up to his dorm with the spare key he has given you, place the milk and berries cake you ordered yesterday on his desk, and surreptitiously clasp the paper birthday hat on his sleeping head. the guy doesn’t even stir!! stifling your laughter, you pull out your phone and snap a picture of him and you together, your lips puckering to kiss his cheek and— you forgot to turn your phone into silent mode! apparently the click was loud enough for his eyes to flutter open, and when he realizes you’re next to him he feels a sense of relief, but at the same time the rubber around his face became bothersome… only when you start singing happy birthday did it dawn on him… and he can’t get mad, it’s you, how can he??

you eat a piece of the milk n berries creme cake on his bed, talking about the day you’re gonna spend with him.. and you ask what he wants to do bec it’s his special day!! this gets him blushing since he thought you had this elaborate party with lots of people come, and now he feels guilty and grateful as to how thoughtful you’re being for him… he asks if he can sneak in a practice session for vball for at least an hour and you agree, guessing that would’ve come up sooner or later. anyway, aside from that his birthday was spent strolling around the town center near campus, snow underneath your boots and snowflakes showering your hair,,, he places his beanie on yours so it doesn’t get messed up and you thank him with a nose kiss… rudolph, is that you??

you take him to shops so you can buy matching sweaters <3 and he OBLIGES, seeing the gleeful expression in your eyes and smile, how can he resist the beauty radiating off you today? this is the best birthday gift he can ask for. you end the day by grabbing some milk tea, spending the rest of the night getting cozy under blankets, and watching cheesy romcoms to which kags just shields his eyes away… the embarrassment!! >< you end up sleeping in his arms, the ending credits with christmas music playing in the background. the next day, you both wear your holiday outfits (he has polar bear and yours is a panda!!) and take lots of pictures bec you know you’ll miss him when he goes back home :(( he immediately makes one of the selfies u took as his lockscreen: the two of you squish yourselves in between the snowman you both created. your face is lit up with utmost happiness, and kags is just looking at you with a loving grin to his smile as well. :)

[slashscowboyboots]

The Blackboard Jungle: All I Want For Christmas Is You (Part 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Izzy tweeted!  And in celebration, here’s the final part of this fic

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Warnings: the f-bomb, total holiday fluff

You wound your way through the department store, dodging people and wanting to puke from all the Christmas music as you searched for your mother a nice gift.  She was the last one you had to buy for, and you wanted to get her just the perfect thing this year.

I think she has plenty of snow globes, you thought, absentmindedly turning one upside down and watching the glitter float down, then heard someone call your name.

You turned and looked into the grinning face of Miss Peterson, Patti’s third-grade teaching cohort.

“Hiiiii, doll,” she chirped.

“Hello, Cindy, how are you?”

“Oh, I’m just great.  Are you shopping for your boyfriend?”

“My boyfriend?  I don’t-”

“Patti told me all about it.  I mean, well she made a long post on Instagram, how the two of you had been friends for so long, good friends, at least she was to you, and you chose that Jeff Isbell over the happiest day of her life-”

“Did she really?” you snapped.  “Well, since the two of you are so close, please tell her I said, ‘Merry Christmas.’”  And go fuck yourselves, you thought, deciding your mother would enjoy a very nice pair of diamond earrings.

It was unbelievable to you, how you and Jeff were the names on everyone’s lips anymore, especially since it was all so mistaken.  It was heartbreaking how everyone thought you were a couple, when you were simply coworkers who were also close friends.

Of course, you were never able to get him out of your head, especially since the Thanksgiving program.  Your combined classes had first traced their hands and colored their drawings in, decorating their turkey pictures with feathers and googly eyes (you stifled a laugh watching the Harrison twins hungrily eyeing the paste, and snorted when you saw Jeff leaping over a chair with his gangly legs to glue their turkey eyes down himself) and enjoying their lunches together.

He had excused himself during the break, and you paused while eating your sandwich, thinking about how really good he was as a teacher, how he never once talked down to the kids or lost his patience with them.  He always had time to listen to them, hanging onto their every word.

And they loved him in return, every single one of them showing them their turkeys the second they finished them, and the amount of praise he heaped on their artwork made you smile.

Putting away your lunch bag with a sigh, you looked up just in time to see a six foot tall turkey, complete with wattles, standing in the doorway of your classroom.  His tail feathers were so impressive he had to turn sideways just to make it through the doorway.

The children erupted in cheers, and Mr. Isbell strode in and fanned his plumage to their great delight, then announced that if they all quieted down, he would read to them, “Bear Gives Thanks.”  After he closed the book, he asked them what they all were thankful for.

He got various answers, from “my new puppy” to “my dad got a new job.”  But the one that stood out the most was from Cicely Brown.  She raised her hand and said in a quiet voice, “Mr. Isbell, I’m thankful for a teacher like you.”

Tears pooled in his eyes, and you heard a catch in his voice when he whispered, “Thank you.”  He turned around (well, awkwardly walked in a circle to turn around) to you and asked, “Miss Y/L/N, what are you thankful for?”

“Hmmm.  I’m thankful for friends.  And I’m thankful for every person that’s in this room.”

His eyes met yours, his smoldering gaze still able to buckle your knees.  “Me too.”

“But I don’t want to be an elf.”

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N, I went and got an elf costume just for you.  Where’s your Christmas spirit?”

You put your hands on your hips and pouted.  “I have plenty of Christmas spirit.  Why can’t I be Mrs. Claus?”

“Because she doesn’t hand out candy canes.  She stays home and entertains strange men while Santa works all night.”

“Oh, she does not!”  You smacked Jeff’s arm, shaking your head.  He really was going to talk you into this getup, wasn’t he?”

You took it from him and he said, “Hurry up and get changed.  I need you to help me put on the Santa suit.”

“Why do you need help?” you called from the coatroom, pulling your green and red striped tights on.

“Because I make a skinny Santa, and I have to hold the belly while you button the jacket.”

When you came out, he had already changed into his Santa pants and boots and was sitting at your desk expectantly holding a pillow over his chest and stomach.

“Jeff, you really should eat more if you want to wear this suit,” you laughed, buttoning the buttons over his padded belly.

He made a face, and you said, “What?”

“Nobody calls me Jeff except for my mom.”

“What do they call you?” you asked, puzzled.

“Izzy.  Or Iz, if you’re into the whole brevity thing.”  He buckled his belt as all the wind left you, then he slapped your elf hat onto your head.  Flicking the bell to make it jingle, he said, “C’mon, Sugar Cookie, let’s make a bunch of little people happy.”

It was entirely possible that you wished all the students a Joyous Holiday and handed them a candy cane after they visited with Santa.  You had no idea if you actually did, the earth had screamed to a halt after you’d heard Jef-uh, Izzy’s admission.

After all the pupils had left, he shot you a delighted grin, then furrowed his eyebrows at you.  “Hey, are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you said softly.  “I’m….hot.”

“Me too.  Let’s get changed and go back to the party.”

Although you were dazed, you flung your elf costume off in record time, exiting the coatroom in time to see Izzy unbutton his Santa jacket and toss aside his pillow.  He slumped in your chair clad in a white undershirt, slinging an arm against his forehead to wipe off the sweat, and when he dropped it down beside him you could see a tattoo just below his elbow.

Without thinking, you walked over to him and picked up his wrist.  Written in delicate script high on his inner forearm was desperadosdreams.

He tried to pull away from you, then he noticed you gasping for air with tears in your eyes. “Does that make sense to you?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, then pressed your lips to his, leaning down and throwing your arms around his neck.  When you pulled away for a breath, you looked into his eyes, then pushed the sleeve of your shirt up and extended your arm.

“Does that say IZ?” he asked in a halting voice, and you nodded again, then climbed onto his lap for another passionate kiss.  You carded your fingers through his hair as his lips traveled down the front of your throat, then he rubbed his nose against yours as you heard PJ Jones say, “I saw Miss Teacher kissing Santa Claus.  And he liked it!”

“Hi, Ian!” you smiled, holding up your ring finger.

“Hi!” he grinned.  “Ooh, that’s nice!  Congratulations!”

You held your phone toward Izzy.  “Ian, this is Izzy.”

“Oh, shit, he’s cute,” Sia said.  “Hi, Sexy!”

“Izzy, this is Sia.  She’s Ian’s fiancee.”

“Well……” she said, then they both held up their ring fingers.

“Omigosh!  You guys got married?!” you exclaimed.

“Yes!  I had to promote ‘Sharknado’ at the MGM Grand, and well, since we were in Vegas, we-”

Sia interrupted, “We found this Elvis impersonator, and it was so tacky and cool, I couldn’t have asked for a better wedding.”

“Congratulations!  Can you guys come to ours?”

“When is it?” Ian asked, with Sia hollering “Hell yeah!” in the background. 

“Next spring.  We don’t want to wait that long.”  You leaned over and pecked Izzy on the lips.  “We’ve waited our whole lives to find each other, we want our married life to begin as soon as possible.”

Thank you so much for being a part of this fic!  Because of wedding plans and moving and all that good jazz, I won’t be writing fics online anymore, but I will never forget how wonderful it was to have all your support.  Love you always, desperadosdreams

“I do,” you said.

“You bet I do,” Blaze said, sliding your beautiful wedding band on your finger.

“Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.  Blaze, kiss your bride,”

He swept you in his strong arms, spinning you around, then dipped you and kissed you hard, the first kiss of the rest of your lives, as the fiery red sun sank in the horizon behind the two of you.

Now it was time for the two of you to begin your lives together, and dream as one.   And as he kissed you again, you knew you’d found forever, and he had been worth waiting for.

[alwayschoosechocolate]

“It’s not a big deal” (myg)

Genre: fluff, slice of everyday married life

Paring: reader x nonidol!Yoongi

Word count: 1900

Last minute Christmas shopping is never a pleasure in an overcrowded mall, but somehow your husband manages to take care of both you and all your last minute shopping without you even realizing it.

Taglist: @spookidema @jessicarhb @ambrietalksanddraws

A/N: After the last few episodes of Bon Voyage, Yoongi as husband material is something all of us have had to bow down to! I for one must admit, that Hubby!Yoongi makes me reconsider my disinclination towards marriage 🥺 Enjoy this small slice of married life with Yoongi!

The last drabble will be up on tuesday! The previous drabbles can be found in the master post for the drabbles. My other stories and drabbles can be found in my masterlist

Walking through the revolving doors with Yoongis hand clamped in yours, you were met with the moist and heavy air resulting from the thousands of damp winter coats currently being carried around in the shopping mall. From the speakers near the ceiling came the blaring tones of Christmas tunes, interrupted by announcements of special offers, missing children and forgotten credit cards, mingling with the constant murmur of people shouting, speaking, laughing, whispering and arguing.

Turning around to confirm the plan with your husband, you could already see Yoongis eyebrows furrowing and his eyes clouding. He hated big crowds and definitely preferred being at home, in the comfort zone of his own house and not being shoved around by strangers in the height of the Christmas stress.

But despite all your planning and organizing, you still had some last-minute shopping to do, and yes; the 22nd of December was definitely counting as last minute.

“Look, I know you hate this,” you quickly spoke, eager to get to the gift choosing part of the trip. “Let’s just go through the plan so we can get it done, yeah?”

Still taking in the pushing crowd around you, he gave you definitive nod, letting his eyes ghost over your features as if checking if you were alright.

“Okay, so you go buy me a gift, while I go buy gifts for the girls,” you reminded him, referring to his friends’ girlfriends. “We meet back here again in 1½ hour, we go buy gifts for the guys, and then we go grocery shopping for the Christmas Eve dinner before the supermarket closes at 7, yes?”

Yoongi nodded diligently, although he seemed like he wasn’t listening.

“Did you have lunch today?”

Slightly taken aback by his random question, you suddenly realized that you actually hadn’t had anything to eat since your breakfast, but if you admitted that he would insist on getting you some food before the shopping and you really didn’t have time for that.

“Yeah, I had some kimchi and rice, while you were in the shower,” you lied, suddenly very interested in checking the time on your phone. “Alright, so we meet back here in 1½ hour, yeah?”

Another diligent nod from him, although his still seemed aloof, eyes seemingly already searching the store fronts.

Raising yourself on your toes, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, before running off to find the gifts for the girls.

Browsing through Jungkooks girlfriends favorite clothing store, you tried pinpointing what would be the absolute best gift for her. Pulling out a dress from the rack, you held it up to the light, trying to figure out if it would suit her.

You had already crossed off gifts for everyone else, but Jungkooks girlfriend was rather new to the group and you still didn’t feel like you had a complete understanding of what she would like.

Letting out a deep sigh and hanging the dress back on the rack, you pulled out your phone and dialed Jungkooks number. Might as well go straight to the source.

As you explained your predicament to him over the phone, you strolled through the store, listening to his advice and ideas, nodding politely at the salesclerk who had been dying to help you earlier and was now straightening the clothes on the table a few feet away from you.

Suddenly jumping back when a paper bag appeared right in front of your eyes, you were surprised to see your husband standing next to you, holding the bag towards you with an unbothered look to his features.

As Jungkook kept talking through the phone, you cocked your head in confusion at Yoongi as you tried to keep listening to the younger.

“I know, you didn’t eat lunch,” he simply stated, reaching the bag closer to you and practically pushing into your free hand. “I passed by a samgak-gimbap stand and bought you two. See you in 45 min.”

And with that he was gone again, leaving you slightly confused although you should have gotten used to his protective side by now. He always saw right through you, zeroing in on what you needed without you even having to voice it or sometimes even being aware of it.

Absentmindedly answering Jungkook and thanking him for his help, you hung up the phone and opened the bag Yoongi had handed you, curiously peeking into it.

The smell of salmon reached your nose, instantly making your mouth water and your stomach growl. Of course, he had managed to find you your favorite.

Silently sending him a grateful thought, you took the first bite and continued browsing the store with Jungkooks words in mind and happily munching on the gimbap.

Shopping bags in hand, you hurried back to the meeting point. You were a few minutes late, but you had managed to find the perfect gifts to all the girls, and you felt confident in getting the last Christmas presents crossed off with at least as high a success rate.

Spotting Yoongi leaning on an empty shopping cart, a relieved smile tugged at your lips at the sight of his relaxed shoulders, as you wound your way through the crowd.

Walking the last few meters to him, you deposited your bags in the cart and turned to place a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for the gimbap, honey. I really needed it,” you smiled, getting a pleased nod in return as he bent forward to organize the bags in the cart. “So now we just need to figure out what to get the guys. I have a few ideas,” you spoke, reaching into your bag for your notebook, where you kept a meticulous list of the Christmas presents you had to give.

“I already took care of it,” Yoongi informed you, as he straightened up with a water bottle in hand. Uncapping and handing you the bottle, he gestured for you to take a sip.

Accepting the water in pure confusion, you opened your mouth to question his statement, only to have him reach up to tilt the water bottle towards your lips. Instinctively pressing it your lips and taking a few gulps, you suddenly became aware of how thirsty you actually were. Throat burning for more, you tipped the bottle and finished it in a handful of large gulps.

“I called ahead and pre-ordered them," he shrugged as an answer to your unvoiced question, as he swapped the bottle for a Starbucks cup, leaving you dumbfounded and confused.

"What do you mean you called ahead? I haven't even decided what to get them yet?", you asked, taking a sip of the drink now in your hand, sweet caramel frappuccino reaching your taste buds. "And when did you have time to get me this? You were supposed to find me a gift?"

"To answer your first question, I looked at the list of possible gifts in your notebook and ordered the things I've heard them talk about the last few months," he told you, as he started pushing the shopping cart towards the store leaving you to follow behind still slightly confused but more at ease with your coffee in hand and Yoongi in charge. "And I already got your gift weeks ago, so I spent the time buying the ingredients for the Christmas Eve dinner and then I picked up your coffee on the way back to you."

Trailing slightly behind him, you let his words sink in as you went through your checklist in your mind, checking off all the things he had mentioned. For each mark you felt your shoulders relax a bit and your mind clear up mark by mark as the pending stress melted away. Seeing your evening freeing up and mentally feeling the space it gave you, made your breathing deeper and more relaxed.

Eyes snapping up and locking at your husbands slightly hunched frame a few feet ahead of you, you felt your heart softened at his actions. He never failed to take care of you. So attuned to your needs and habits he always knew exactly what you needed.

He knew you had been stressed with work taking up your evenings and thus pushing your Christmas shopping to now - last minute. He knew you didn’t enjoy this anymore than he did and yet he had done double work so you wouldn’t have to.

Feeling a sudden need to hold his hand, you skipped the few meters to his side with a euphoric giggle and snuck your left arm under his right. Placing your hand next to his on the handle of the carts, you rested your pinky and ring finger over his index and middle finger as you leaned your head on his shoulders slightly.

“You did all of that for me?”, you mused happily, feeling your heart clench at his consideration.

“It’s not a big deal,” he stated in an indifferent tone, but you felt his index finger move to encase your ring finger under his, causing a warm grin to spread on your face as you felt your wedding ring move under his ministrations.

“But you knew it would stress me, so you organized it so it wouldn’t,” you persisted, determined to make him admit his act of good will.

“Yes.”

“But you know I love organizing and buying the gifts,” you pouted, slightly bummed that you wouldn’t get to choose the gifts for the guys this year.

“Yes, but I love you more than you love buying gifts, and when you’re stressed it can be hard to love you,” he drawled, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

Gasping at his boldness, you smacked his hand on the handle, causing him to break out in a gummy smile and you to giggle lightheartedly.

“Always so careful not to seem caring,” you hummed, as you took another sip of your coffee and let him lead you down another corridor of the mall.

“You know me. I don’t do anything if I can’t gain anything,” he chuckled lowly as you entered a store to pick up the gifts.

“And what exactly do you gain from this? Other than me not getting stressed?”, you laughed, letting him steer you towards the back end of the store.

“I get to go home and take a long nap with you, instead of running around in this oven of a shopping center,” he dead panned, as he parked you and the cart next to a display of gaming headsets. “Now wait here, while I get the last gifts, so we can go home and sleep,” he instructed you, but before he could remove his hands from the handle you lazed your fingers with his and pulled him towards you to place a quick peck to his lips, leaving him flustered and slightly blushing.

“Thank you, honey baby,” you sang, intentionally using the most sickening nickname for him you could think off as you gave him a shameless smile, only making him more flustered.

“Yes. Alright,” he nodded, clearing his throat and giving your hand a quick squeeze before letting go of it and turning towards the door leading to the backroom of the store.

As he turned, you could have sworn you saw a gummy smile light up his face, making you giggle happily as you reminded yourself how lucky you were to have married him.

[ksfairytae]

sweetheart . kth [1]

pairing— kim taehyung & reader   genre— ceo taehyung, au, fluff, smut(?), angst, honestly there’s a lot ok parts— one //  word count— almost 2k lol  about— you’re a university student that is having a shit week and happened to bump into some rich ceo guy that’s very handsome. oh n he’s older than you. you guys might become a thing who knows. 

‘that will be 5,000 won please,’ the cashier stated. you fumbled around your pockets to find any change but to your dismay, there was nothing. so, you resorted to checking your bag and now that you think about it – that should’ve been the first thing you checked.

‘one moment,’ you quickly said as you looked in your purse to find the exact change. the cashier gave you an awkward smile as his eyes glanced towards the newly formed queue behind you. suddenly, someone behind you coughed obnoxiously and poked your shoulders. you turned around so quickly that you almost got whiplash. behind you stood a tall, broad man wearing a tuxedo under his black trench coat. he wore a face mask and so you had no clue who he was but you had a gut feeling that he was probably handsome.

‘yes?’ you asked in a bitter tone subconsciously.

‘would you like me to help you out there, sweetheart?’ he suggested raising one eyebrow. his voice was a deep baritone that sent shivers down your spine. at that moment, you were both attracted and irritated yet the latter was more dominant and so you let it take control of your emotions.

‘excuse me, i don’t need you to patronise me. thank you very much.’

he chuckled at your response, which only added fuel to the fire. you faced the cashier once again but this time you were so fast that the coins decided to fly out of your purse. you groaned as you smack your face with the palm of your hand.

‘you know what, miss? it’s christmas, it’s on m-,’ the cashier started.

‘no! i have the change, just one moment,’ you snapped as you bent down to pick up the coins. after a while, you picked up the coins that you had dropped and paid for the coffee. once the coffee arrived, the cashier stumbled and spilt hot coffee all over your hoodie causing you to curse out loud. you calmed down from your anger and kneeled down at the front of the queue. tears began to appear and you couldn’t help but let out a sob. from an outside perspective, it may seem like you were being incredibly rash and dramatic however the week that you had just experienced had built up frustration and anger, which decided to burst in the middle of the coffee shop across the street from your university.

‘here,’ a deep voice said, you looked up and saw that the man from behind you was holding out a coffee, ‘you really seemed like you needed this coffee so it’s on me, sweetheart.’

‘i told you to not patronise me...but thanks,’ you muttered as you sniffled. you got up from your kneeling position and took the coffee. your eyes refused to meet his due to embarrassment so you opt to keep them on the floor.

‘i kind of feel bad for snapping at you before…,’ you said, ‘...so, i’m sorry.’ the tall man stared at your flustered state for a moment before speaking.

‘i have a few minutes before i have to go back to work...i’ll accept your apology if you sit down with me for a makeshift date?’ he suggested before winking. you finally looked up to meet his eyes and bit the inside of your mouth to prevent a smile creeping onto your face.

‘fine,’ you agreed, ‘but i’ll let you know that i don’t owe you anything and this isn’t a date. i’m only sitting down with you because my feet hurt.’ the man chuckled as he held out his arm to guide you to the closest table. you sat down and eyed the man as he took a seat in front of you.

‘so, are you going to take off the mask or are you going to continue acting like you’re some famous hotshot?’ you joked.

‘i would take it off but i don’t owe you anything,’ he teased. you rolled your eyes at his comment and took a sip of your coffee. a few more minutes of silence continued before you got bored and curious.

‘well...can i at least know your name?’ you pestered.

‘it’s kim taehyung and you are?’

‘y/n, your name sounds really familiar…’ you wondered, ‘maybe you are some famous hotshot that i don’t know about.’

‘trust me, sweetheart, if you saw my face you wouldn’t forget it.’ although you couldn’t see due to his mask, you could tell that he was smirking at you.

‘alright, drop the “mysterious, handsome man” act and just show your face. you buying me coffee does not equate to me falling in love with you however the mask is making me really dislike you, famous hotshot, or not,’ you ranted slightly. taehyung chuckled once more before lifting his arms to place the mask under his chin. your pouty face was replaced with awe as you were met with the most handsome man you had ever seen, which proved your gut feeling from earlier on. you hadn’t realised that you were staring until taehyung cleared his throat to bring you back to earth.

‘you’re quite testy, rough week?’ he asked as he tilted his head slightly to the side. such a simple act that made the tip of your ears become red hot.

‘you wouldn’t believe it,’ you groaned as you placed your head in the palm of your hands, ‘honestly, if i told you that this wasn’t the first time that i had coffee spilt on me this week, would you believe me?’ taehyung let out a breathy laugh before stirring his tea and watching you intently – amused at the quick change of interest.

‘wait, oh my gosh! i know you! you’re the man that’s on the television in my flat!’ you gasped causing the man to jump up slightly in his seat.

‘wow, that took some time. i was beginning to think you were actually clueless,’ taehyung smiled at your sudden outburst.

‘almost but aren’t you really big in the commercial world?’ you asked, ‘actually, i’ve learnt quite a bit about your company for my commercial law module, how did i not realise it was you sooner?’

‘oh, a law student? you must be a lot smarter than i thought,’ he hummed, ignoring your question. you rolled your eyes at him before watching him. kim taehyung, he was the new ceo of the ‘kim trading’, which is a trading company that handles south korea’s largest export: electrical machinery. from what you’ve researched, his company is a family company, which meant that the ceo’s in the company has only ever been a ‘kim’ by blood. taehyung was the youngest ever to become the ceo of the company, due to his father’s request (the previous ceo), and he’s been incredibly successful. therefore, he is highly respected in the commercial industry.

‘i’m not an utter idiot, mr. kim, i’m just very...meticulous,’ you sheepishly stated as you continued to drink your coffee. taehyung watched intently at how you would inhale as you took a sip from your coffee and how you would exhale once you’ve swallowed. he was staring and he knew it and when your eyes met his, he didn’t turn away.

‘you must be in your early 20s to be a university student, am i right, y/n?’ taehyung asked. it was the first time that he had said your name and hearing it come from his mouth was something that made you feel tingly. you nodded at his question.

‘i’m 21.’ taehyung hummed at your response before looking down at your fiddling fingers, they were so delicate and soft-looking. he saw the dainty watch that you were wearing, which suited you perfectly, and noticed the time. his lunch was over and he had to return back to his office. he reached into his inside pocket on his blazer and handed you his card.

‘listen, i’ve got to go to work now but i hope to see you again? this is my card, text me or call me,’ he said as he got up from his seat abruptly and held out his hand. you looked at him and then stared at his held-out hand in confusion. he smiled at your confused state and took your hand into his before shaking them.

‘oh…,’ you said to yourself once you realised what he was doing, ‘well, okay then.’

taehyung smiled at you and released your hand before dashing out of the coffee shop and into the car that was waiting outside for him. your hand was still held out as you tried to process what had just happened. you looked at the business card that he gave you and was unsure whether you wanted to actually call him. although you didn’t care to admit it, learning about his status only to meet him in real life made him extremely intimidating to you. his entire demeanour screamed out ‘ceo!’ and if he had meant ‘call me’ in the same way 18-year-old girls mean it when saying it to their crush, then you would most likely look like a pile of stained hoodies next to him if anything had progressed. after all, he was six years older than you and seemed to be extremely mature and you didn’t know if you would be able to catch up. therefore, coming to a conclusion, you decided to not call him and put the card into your coat pocket. just then your phone rang, which made you panic as you thought that taehyung had read your mind about not calling him and decided to track you down and call you instead. you hesitated before answering the call.

‘hello…?’ you answered in an unsure voice.

‘why are you saying “hello” like that, it’s me,’ the end of the call said. you relaxed slightly as you chuckled at your roommate, jungkook.

‘hey kook, what do you want?’ you asked before leaving the cafe.

‘i’ve just come out of my lecture, are you at home yet?’

‘no, i’ve just been in the cafe across from the uni, i’m walking home now,’ you replied.

‘where are you; we can walk home together.’ you gave jungkook your location and both of you began to walk back to the shared flat once you both met up.

‘you wouldn’t believe the morning i have just had, kook,’ you started but was interrupted before you could continue your story.

‘i don’t care,’ he said. you shoved him slightly before pouting at the sudden shutdown, ‘i’m just kidding, go on, you big baby.’

[madpanda75]

“Snow Day”

Rafael Barba x Reader

Prompt 7: Snow for @thefanficfaerie‘s Christmas OTP Challenge

Rafael walked down the hall, his apartment door just a few feet away. His entire body sighed in relief. The weekend was finally here. While Rafael would normally use that time to catch up on paperwork, he walked into his home that Friday evening, wanting nothing more than to relax and spend the next two days with you.

“Y/N?” he called out, only to be greeted with silence. Figuring you were still at the office, he shrugged off his coat and headed into the kitchen where he spied a note on the counter.

“On the roof. Come meet me.” It read in your loopy, cursive handwriting.

As odd as your request was, Rafael complied, taking the elevator all the way to the top of the building. A strong gust of wind smacked him in the face the minute he opened the door to the rooftop.

Rafael instantly spotted you, leaning against the ledge, your hair whipping around as you gazed out at the city. He smiled and walked towards you, past Mrs. Kwan’s flowerbeds and Mr. Russo’s boxers frozen on the washline. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he placed a tender kiss on your cold cheek. “What are you doing up here, mi amor? It’s freezing,” he purred.

“Do you smell that?” You asked, completely ignoring his original question.

Rafael sniffed the air. “I smell garbage and vent fumes.”

“Not that.” You turned to face him. There was a slightly wild look in your eye. “I smell--”

“Y/N,” he warned. “Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.”

“Snow!”

Rafael threw his head back and groaned. Over the years, he had learned that you had an uncanny way of predicting when there was going to be a snowstorm. It seemed as if all you had to do was say the word “snow” and the next morning there would be 6 inches on the ground. “Y/N, how do you know this? It’s been sunny and clear all day.”

“I have a sixth sense about these things. It’s in the air. I can feel it in my bones.” You shivered and closed your eyes. “That cool sharp sting that makes your skin tingle.”

Rafael arched a brow. “I think that’s called hypothermia.”

“Don’t tease your wife,” you said, playfully smacking his arm. “You watch, tomorrow morning you will wake up to find snow covering our street.”

“Well then we better get inside before we get caught in the storm,” Rafael teased, rubbing your arms to bring some warmth back into your limbs.

*****

Later on that evening Rafael lay in bed, checking on some emails while you were brushing your teeth. The 11 o’clock news playing on the TV suddenly switched over to the weather report.

“Alright folks, get those shovels out! Stock up on that toilet paper and bread because it looks like we’re getting some snow,” announced the meteorologist.

You ran out of the bathroom and pointed at Rafael. “Aha! See! What did I tell you!” You exclaimed with a mouthful of toothpaste before going back to the sink to spit.

“Ok, you were right,” Rafael said with a sigh. He shut down his laptop and placed it on the nightstand, getting comfortable under the covers.

You walked out of the bathroom with a smug smile on your face. “I usually am.” Turning off the lights, you went to the window and pushed back the curtain, looking out at the street below. Your hot breath fogged up the glass. “I love when it snows. The city always looks so beautiful. The world becomes soft and quiet. It’s so peaceful.”

Rafael snorted a laugh. “Sure, if you think treacherous ice, grey slush, and delayed trains are peaceful.”

“Says the man who arranged our ski trip to Gstaad next month,” you retorted and crawled into bed.

“Gstaad is different. That’s a vacation. I can ski and then just relax by the fire with you.” Rafael wrapped his arm around you, nuzzling his nose against the top of your head.  “It’s not like in New York where I slip on black ice in my new Italian loafers and end up in a dirty snow bank that a homeless man just used as a urinal.” At that last part, you tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Hypothetical situation,” he replied.

You sat upright, a light bulb going off in your head. “You know what you need? A snow day.”

“A snow day?” Rafael repeated and sat up, his eyes widening.

“Yep, tomorrow you and I are gonna go outside and play in the snow. Who knows, maybe we’ll even melt that icy heart of yours.”

Rafael playfully pinched your side causing you to giggle and squirm. “Says the woman that ended up marrying the man with the icy heart.”

“Actually it was the suspenders and gorgeous green eyes that did it for me. Besides deep down I know you’re a total softie.” You booped his nose with your index finger. “Come on Rafi, unleash your inner child. Have a snow day with me. Please.” You cupped his face and gave him a slow, sensual kiss, your tongue brushing up against his before pulling away with one last playful nip to his bottom lip.

“Not a very fair tactic.” He leaned forward for another kiss only to have you place your hand against his mouth, effectively stopping him.

“So does that mean yes?” You jut out your bottom lip and pouted while batting your lashes, giving him big doe eyes. You knew he wouldn’t be able to say no.

Rafael rolled his eyes and took your hand off his mouth. “Fine, I’ll have a snow day with you,” he grumbled.

You squealed with joy and lunged towards him causing you both to flop back down onto the mattress.

“You know I can’t say no to you, cariño,” he purred, kissing you deeply.

“You’re too good to me. Best husband ever.” You laid your head on Rafael’s chest and dropped a tender kiss over his heart. “Trust me. A few hours outside in the snow and your mind will be forever changed,” you said with a yawn. In a matter of minutes you both were fast asleep, your limbs entwined while outside the snow began to drift down.

*****

You bounced on the balls of your feet, watching Rafael eat the snowflake-shaped pancakes you had made for breakfast. You had already scarfed down yours, excited to go out and enjoy the winter wonderland that seemingly appeared overnight. “You’re doing this to torture me, aren’t you?”

“What’s the rush, Y/N? We have all day,” Rafael said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’m just excited to spend the day with you but you’re right. I’ll just sit here and patiently wait for you to finish eating.” You sat down next to him, drumming your fingers on the counter and jostling your legs. Rafael leisurely swirled a forkful of pancake around some syrup before slowly putting it in his mouth. It was pure agony.

As soon as he had finished his breakfast, you hopped out of your seat. “Ready to go!”

“I guess so,” he mumbled, finishing the last dregs of his coffee. “What’s first on the list?”

“I’m glad you asked that.” You smiled and led Rafael to the hallway closet, pulling out two sleds. “Surprise!”

He shook his head incredulously. “Where did you get those?”

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” you said with a wink. “Now come on. Let’s try these babies out!”

You walked arm in arm with Rafael to Central Park, making your way over to Pilgrim Hill which had the steepest slope. Although it was still early, there was already a crowd of people beginning to form. Rafael glanced around nervously. He hadn’t gone sledding since he was a little kid. Aware of the fact that he wasn’t a spring chicken anymore, he couldn’t help but envision himself sliding down the hill and shattering his hip bone.

On the other hand, you didn’t seem to worry at all about breaking any bones as you sat in your sled at the crest of the hill. “You excited?”

“Something like that,” Rafael replied, getting in his sled.

You planted your hands on the ground on either side of you. “Ok, on the count of three. One, two, THREE!” Using your hands as leverage, you propelled yourself forward by pushing off the ground, careening down the hill.

Rafael could hear your whoops and laughter all the way down. Now it was his turn. Cautiously, he wiggled his body forward, his sled teetering before falling over the edge.

You looked around for Rafael, finally spotting him flying down the hill. Just as he was about to make it to the bottom, he hit a snowbank. Rafael’s sled caught some air, hovering several feet off the ground only to come crashing down. He fell out of the sled, landing face first in the snow.

“Rafi!” You ran towards him and rolled him over, wiping snow off his face. “Oh my God, are you ok? Are you hurt?” You asked in a panic, scanning his body for any injuries.

Rafael sat up, a smile slowly spread across his face. “Let’s do that again!” He grabbed his sled and started to run back up the hill. “Come on! I’ll race you down next time. Loser has to buy the winner hot chocolate!”

You laughed and ran after him. “Hey! Wait for me!”

*****

You lost track of how many times you and Rafael raced down the hill. When you both were exhausted and no longer in need of your sleds, you decided to give them to a nearby family and went to a coffee shop. Rafael may have ended up winning the majority of the races, but he still insisted on paying for your hot chocolate. The pair of you sat at a small table by the window, watching people enjoy the snow.

“So what’s next?” He asked, after finishing up his drink.

You stood up and took hold of his hand. “Follow me.”

There was a lot more in store for Rafael’s snow day— building a snowman, having a snowball fight, and just enjoying each other’s company. By the afternoon, you both were starving and stopped by your favorite Italian restaurant, only this time Rafael was the one with the surprise.

You left the restaurant to find a horse-drawn carriage waiting by the curb. “Thought we could take this home instead of a cab,” he said.

The carriage was white with plush red cushions. Evergreen garlands and sleigh bells adorned the outside. You approached one of the horses and softly stroked his chestnut brown fur. “How did you plan this?”

“You’re not the only one with a few tricks up their sleeve.” Rafael beamed and opened the carriage door for you.

Once inside the carriage, Rafael lay a blanket across your laps as the driver picked up the reigns, signaling for the horses to go. The sun was just beginning to set and a light snow started to fall. He smiled watching your face light up while riding through the snow-covered streets. You were absolutely radiant, a free-spirited woman who he had fallen madly in love with. You brought so much joy to his life.

“What?” You asked when you caught him staring.

“Nothing. I just had a wonderful time today,” he replied, wrapping his arm around you

You clutched your chest and gasped. “What’s this?! Could it be that Rafael Barba actually had fun in the snow?!”

“Yes, I admit it. You were right.”

“I usually am,” you teased and kissed the tip of his nose where a snowflake had landed. “Get used to it.”

Rafael glanced down at your mouth before looking up to meet your gaze. Cupping your cheek, he kissed you deeply. His tongue parted your lips, gently caressing yours. You shivered and pressed your body up against his.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered against your lips. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” you replied, passionately returning the kiss.

Moving your scarf out of the way, he dropped a kiss to the sensitive spot below your ear as his hand slid underneath the blanket, stroking your knee. “Want me to warm you up when we get home?” Rafael purred, biting down on your earlobe, his hand inching up your inner thigh.

You nodded and softly moaned, tilting your head to grant him further access. “Excuse me?” You called out to the driver. “Are we there yet?”

***** 5 weeks later*****

It was Rafael’s first week back at the office after your ski trip in Gstaad. He had been working late every night, trying to catch up on what he had missed. Luckily, he had managed to leave early on Friday and come home to surprise you. “Y/N?” He called out when he opened the door. Only you didn’t respond.

An overwhelming feeling of deja vu began to sink in. He set his briefcase down and took off his coat, walking into your apartment in search of you. “I hope she isn’t on the roof again,” Rafael mumbled to himself before calling your name again.

“I’m in the bathroom,” you softly replied.

Normally Rafael would give you your privacy, but you were acting strange. In fact you had been acting strange ever since your vacation. “Are you ok?” He asked through the bathroom door.

“I’m fine,” you said after a long moment. “You can come in if you want.”

He opened the door to find you sitting on the edge of the bathtub. “Mi amor, what’s going—” Rafael immediately went silent when he noticed the pregnancy test lying face down on the sink. “Is that what I think it is?”  You bit your lip and nodded. Rafael’s eyebrows shot up into his forehead. “Are you...I mean does that mean you think you’re...” His voice trailed off, unable to finish his thought.

“I don’t know. I think so. I took a test when we were in Gstaad and it was positive but I wanted to be sure. Did you know Schwangerschaftstest means pregnancy test in German?”

“Nope, didn’t know that one.” He ran a hand across his face, warily eyeing the test. “So..ummm..what can I do? Do you need anything?”

“Will you just sit with me? We still have two minutes on the timer.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Rafael sat next to you and took your hand in his. Neither of you said a word to each other. It was the longest two minutes of your lives. Finally the alarm on your phone went off.

You audibly gulped and nervously glanced over at Rafael. “You check. I’m too scared.”

“Of course,” he said, squeezing your hand in reassurance. He went over to the sink and flipped the test over to see the results. Rafael’s heart skipped a beat. Two lines. You were pregnant. A smile slowly spread across his face as he showed you the test. “It’s positive.”

“Really?!” You exclaimed and instinctively pressed a hand to your stomach.

He nodded, his eyes shiny with tears. You screamed and stood up, immediately jumping into his arms. Rafael laughed and held you tightly, kissing every inch of your face that he could reach, your happy tears melding with his.

You sniffled and looked down at the test. “You know, I’m pretty sure we conceived this baby during our snow day.”

“You mean that night after the sledding and the carriage ride, we did this?” He asked, gesturing to your stomach.

“What can I say? It was the snow,” you said with a shrug.

Rafael grinned and placed his hand over your lower abdomen, gazing down at his child’s home in wonder. Bending down, he kissed your stomach before standing up to pull you into his embrace, giving you a tender, sweet kiss.

From then on, every first snowfall of the year, Rafael would think back to that perfect day and the beautiful miracle that came along with it. All because of a little snow.

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[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

Make a Wish and Blow

Happy Birthday Calum!!! Calum and Kitten find a kinky way spend the day celebrating. ( Features: oral, public sex, toys, light bondage and anal)

Kitten snuggled back into Calum's warm body. She didn't want to leave this bed but both their mom's had tag teamed them into a fancy brunch for Calum's birthday. Joy was so excited to go that Calum didn't have it in him to resist, but it didn't mean he wouldn't be grumpy waking up. She felt him starting to stir as she wiggled her ass against him. They both slept naked so there was no mistaking at least part of Calum was ready to go. and she knew one way to make sure he woke up in a good mood. She slid down the bed positioning her head above his hips. She ran her tongue up his shaft feeling it twitch under her touch. She gave several warm wet kisses along the ridge before her lips parted and she took him in her mouth. She heard Calum groan before he'd even opened his eyes.

"Fuck babe," he moaned. His dark eyes looked down at her, licking his lips, and she could feel herself get wet that the sight. 

Bobbing her head over him she took him all the way down her throat making herself gag before she came back up for air. 

"Happy birthday baby, we gotta go soon, but I wanted to start your day off right."  Kitten grinned at him with a wink before turning her attention back to his cock. She knew Calum couldn't last long first thing in the morning giving his balls a quick tug as he fucked her throat. Calum grunted and bucked his hips bringing tears to her eyes hit she kept going using her hands and her mouth until in a frenzy of whispered pleading and cursing she tasted him, salty and warm, as she swallowed his release.

Kitten grinned at him and smacked her lips as she raised her head. She started to move to get up and go take a shower until she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist. Next thing she knew she was on her back with Calum's mouth working its way down her body. Trailing kisses and tiny bites across her throat and breasts Kitten felt her belly quiver under his lips as he dipped his head lower. She looked down and caught Calum's eye, he winked at her just before wrapping his lips around her clit. She clamped her thighs around his head as electricity shot up her spine.

"No baby, keep em open." Calum growled spreading her legs to give him more access. Her eyes rolled back in her head as his tongue moved inside her, exploring her wetness and making her legs shake. Her nails digging into his scalp as he expertly brought her to two climaxes in quick succession. 

Kitten barely had time to catch her breath before Calum's cock was sinking into her. Her phone began to ring just as Calum found his rhythm.

He reached over and hit ignore. "You can answer if you want I'm not stopping," Calum told her thrusting his hips against hers. 

"Fuck it," she moaned. She rolled her hips and clenched down around him. "It's your birthday, you get what you want." 

"Oh I'm gonna hold you to that, rub your pussy baby. We can't keep everyone waiting too long," Calum hissed slamming into her. 

*******

Kitten squirmed in her seat. Morning sex with Calum left her feeling stretched and a little sore. He'd cum inside of her and wouldn't let her clean up, then insisted she wear a short skirt and sexy underwear. She'd agreed only because she was sure Calum wouldn't try anything in public with both their mothers present. Now several mimosas in she wasn't so sure. Kitten's mom brought them to Left Bank, Left Coast, the trendiest brunch spot that happened to be owned by Kitten's aunt Marnie. The place was full of rich ladies who shopped, and did charity work to keep them occupied. The kind of women who drank before lunch and slept with their personal trainers for some pretense of excitement. Marnie's restaurant was staffed by extremely good looking and attentive servers who knew how to handle her clientele. Their server that afternoon Arvin was no exception. Tall and blonde with high Nordic cheekbones and sharp grey blue eyes he'd fawned appropriately over the older women. However Kitten quickly noticed him sneaking peeks down her shirt and eyeing her tawny muscular legs. Calum noticed too. "If he's gonna look might as well give him a show," he whispered in her ear and Kitten's pulse jumped in her throat. Everytime Arvin glanced over Kitten would lean forward, or lick her fingers. Calum kept hiking her skirt up and teasing all of them by running his fingers up her thigh until they almost brushed her panties. 

They'd been there almost two hours and Marnie was now sat with the moms and a couple other women discussing Marnie's upcoming second wedding. They'd gotten pretty loaded at lunch so Calum didn't want to leave until he made sure he mom got home ok. He'd pulled Kitten into a side booth away from the main group and encouraged Arvin to pull up a chair and chat when he wasn't taking care of the ladies. 

Calum pulled himself away from nuzzling Kitten's neck to engage Arvid in conversation. The women were across the room so the table prevented them from seeing his hand moving in between Kitten's legs. Arvid watched as his long fingers finding their way into her already soaked panties.

Kitten took a long drink of her cocktail to stop herself from moaning out loud when his thumb began rubbing slow deliberate circles around her clit and whispered in her ear. “I'm sorry baby, but I can't wait until we get home. I need to feel you now.” 

Kitten whimpered and finding all eyes on her she flushed. "Isn't this risky? " She glanced at the guys and both of them nodded.

“That's what makes it hot babe,” Calum chuckled continuing to torment her. 

Kitten rubbed the back of his neck before digging her nails into his shoulder. She heard Calum inhale sharply before the two guys began talking about Australia. Arvid asking Calum if he'd ever been camping in the outback. 

It took all of Kitten's willpower to pretend to listen to what he was saying, but she didn't need the entire room to realize what Calum was up to. She could tell by the little glances and the smug look on his face he was enjoying this. She reached down and pressed her hand down on his hard cock. Calum's fingers stopped and he whispered in her ear “baby, if you make me cum in my pants I won't let you sit on my face later, so be good and hold still.”

Kitten bit her lip to keep from saying anything in response. Fucking hell she loved this man, not just the sex  although right this second his calloused fingers on her soft skin felt like absolute heaven, but his scent, his warmth, his strength and feeling of security he brought with him. His fingers started moving again, slowly and tortuously teasing her until she could feel her orgasm starting to build. Calum could feel her tensing up so he began to tell a story about Ashton and a giant spider talking even faster and louder as Kitten drew closer to the edge. Kitten trying to will herself not to cum but Calum wasn't about to let that happen. He wasn't about to embarrass her in front of everyone either. 

“So the spider got in the tent and I'm freaking out because Ashton is sleeping and there's this massive fucking spider. I grab my boot because it's the biggest thing in the tent at the moment and who knows if he's got friends waiting to jump me if I go outside.” Calum can see Kitten's jaw is clenched and her breathing is heavy. “I'm coming at him with the boot and he's looking at me when suddenly he JUMPS RIGHT ON ME” Calum grabs Kitten's shoulder as if she'd just been attacked by this monster arachnid. 

“Oh my God Calum” Kitten yelled out in fear and ecstasy as adrenaline and orgasm hit her at once. The guys erupted in laughter. Kitten started laughing and buried her head on his shoulder her teeth sinking into his skin so she could control her urge to yell even louder as Calum wouldn't let up until she whispered “please stop I can't here” into his ear.

“You can't get up yet darling” he whispered back. 

“You've got me way too hard. Just wait till I get you home.” 

“You've got it all wrong babe, wait till I get YOU home.” Kitten kissed him.

*******

"So what did the waiter do?" Ashton asked, refilling everyone's wine. Since both women had to work in the morning they'd postponed Calum's party until Friday and opted for a double date dinner at Ashton and Honey's house.

"He disappeared somewhere in the back. My aunt had to go look for him I guess. She wasn't at the table when we got back from a smoke break," Kitten answered. 

"But you don't smoke," Honey smirked.

"Only weed, but I let Cal finish the J while I finished him," Kitten told her. 

"You two and public sex, I swear." Ashton gave them a disapproving look before bursting into giggles.

"Didn't you two get caught fucking at Nordstrom and at Dodger Stadium?" Calum asked.

"Dodger Stadium wasn't me, I hate baseball, but Luke's mom did walk in on him eating my ass in Luke's guest room over Christmas. That was awkward." Honey cringed at the memory.

"Calum's dad found my ears and tail in the closet. He was looking for a tie and went into my closet by accident. I walked in and putting it back so carefully and when he saw me his face went bright red." Kitten laughed but Calum was blushing furiously. 

"We've been thinking about getting a tail, but she's not as into the butt stuff," Ashton shrugged. 

"I did like the beads," Honey reminded him. 

"I bet it would be fun to play with your ass," Kitten blurted out and when everyone looked at her she realized she'd said it out loud. 

Calum looked at her with a frown. "Can I talk to you a minute?" He pushed his chair back. "Can you excuse us?" 

Ashton and Honey exchanged confused glances as Kitten followed Calum into the kitchen. As soon as they were out of sight Calum spun around and pressed her against the wall.

"You think I won't take you right here in Ashton's house if you don't watch that mouth of yours." Calum growled in her ear, pressing his hips against hers, his hand gently but firmly gripping her jaw. 

"I didn't mean to say it out loud babe, but tell me you wouldn't like to see that? You love watching me with other women." Kitten pushed against him, rolling her body, feeling him respond. "You remember that party at Michael's? Watching Jinx rail me with the strap before you took me home and fucked my ass." 

Calum grunted and she slid out of his grasp. She took two steps to the kitchen island and looked back at him over her shoulder. She hiked her skirt up revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Calum wasted no time coming up behind her and burying his cock inside her with a grunt. 

Kitten looked up and saw Honey stopped in the doorway looking both surprised and aroused. "Sorry Honey, I couldn't wait," Kitten groaned squeezing her walls around Calum's cock. Calum stopped and pulled out hurriedly zipping his pants back up. Honey walked up to Kitten and reached between the other woman's legs, her fingers exploring her heat causing Kitten to gasp. Calum's eyes went wide as Honey raised her fingers and let Kitten lick them clean before kissing her. Honey took Kitten's hand, grabbed another bottle of wine and led them back into the dining room. 

"Daddy," Honey asked in her sweetest voice. "Can I have dessert now?" 

Ashton looked at Calum who had a dazed silly grin on his face and raised an eyebrow at the girls. "As long as everyone gets a share," he replied. 

"You guys stay in here," Honey and Kitten quickly cleared the dishes aside from the wine glasses from the large antique cherry wood table. 

"What's going on?" Ashton asked Cal.

"They want to play, and if you're down for it so am I," he replied.

"Honey knows her rules." Ashton sipped his wine waiting for the girls to come back. 

Honey came back in with a bag of toys and had the guys sit where they'd both have a good view and dropped her robe and climbed on to the table. Kitten tied Honey's wrists to her ankles and Ashton groaned out loud. Kitten winked at Calum. "You'll have to tell me how I do babe," she told him going to work on Honey's exposed pussy. As she nibbled, sucked and licked the sensitive flesh Honey began to whimper and moan, her eyes flickering between Ashton and Kitten. 

"You taste so good, now I know how you got your name," Kitten moaned into her as she wiggled a lubed plug into Honey's tight hole.  Ashton leaned forward, staring intently, his hand rubbing his dick through his pants. Kitten buried her face in Honey's sex, fucking her with tongue and fingers, her cries growing louder and more desperate. As she got closer Kitten began working the plug in and out in rhythm. Honey gasped but the feeling was incredible. The plug was replaced by slim glass dildo working her ass open even more. Kitten glanced at Calum and bit her lip she saw he had his cock out, stroking it slowly.   Then Kitten pulled a rabbit vibe out of the bag pushing it deep inside Honey's pussy before switching it on. Honey couldn't hold back and began shaking violently as her orgasm began to build . Kitten wiggled the vibe and kept fucking her ass. She stopped just before Honey was going to cum, ruining her orgasm. Honey bit her lip but didn't make a sound, Daddy had taught her better than that. 

Kitten untied Honey, and bent over the table in front of Calum spreading her cheeks to show him the plug she was wearing. "I wanna show Honey how good it can be," she purred and both men groaned. Calum slicked his cock up with lube and removed the plug out with a pop. Honey watched, wide eyed and panting as Calum eased his cock into Kitten's tight ass slowly and gently. 

"Come feel it," Kitten encouraged the other woman. "Put your fingers inside me so you can feel his cock."

Honey nodded and climbed down off the table kneeling next to the table. Calum pulled Kitten's leg up to give Honey a view and easy access. They both moaned as her fingers pushed against Kitten's soft inner walls marveling at the feel of Calum's cock pulsing on the other side. 

"Does it feel good?" Honey asked. "Doesn't it hurt?" 

"A bit," Kitten admitted. "You gotta go slow and use lots of lube. Ashton's got a huge dick so your gonna want to practice. Let him use the dildo on your ass while he fucks you." Kitten's voice trailed off as Calum found his rhythm. 

"Ashton sit on the table so she can ride you," Calum pointed  to a spot in front of them. 

Ashton stood up slowly, his dick almost painfully hard, and got into position. Honey lowered herself onto his cock as Kitten worked the dildo back into her ass. Honey began to moan louder than before at the fullness of Ashton combined with the toy. 

"I think I'm gonna cum," Honey gasped.

"Cum for us pretty girl," Kitten twisted the dildo while at the same time pushing back against Calum. He was glad he'd already had several orgasms today or the sight of Kitten fucking Honey's ass while his dick was buried inside hers would've been too much. 

Honey's orgasm hit hard, she began shaking all over clawing at Ashton's chest sending him over the edge. His fingers dug into her hips with such force she'd have bruises the next day. Kitten removed the toy as Honey collapsed onto Ashton. Calum switched up and increased his speed and she closed her eyes letting herself just feel him. She gasped at the feeling of fingers and a tongue on her heat and when her eyes opened she found Honey on her knees again. Calum was thrusting with more force and the combination of Honey sucking her clit while Calum pounded her ass sent her over the edge. Calum wasn't far behind, emptying into her with a yell and she shuddered from her own climax.  

They all stayed like that for a moment, a tangle of sweaty, panting, tingling bodies before Honey shakily rose to her feet. She picked up her robe and tied it around her waist. 

"Let's all take a moment and get cleaned up and catch our breath and then I don't know about you but I'm ready for some cake. I made a Boston cream pie just for you Calum," Honey announced.

"You know what? That sounds perfect Honey," Calum grinned. "Come on babe, let's go get cleaned up." 

*******

"Best birthday ever babe, thank you" Calum closed his eyes and snuggled into her side. "Feel free to wake me up like that tomorrow."

"Maybe tomorrow I'll sit on your face instead," she shot back. 

"Why wait till morning," Calum shifted pulling her up and onto his chest.

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[cocastyle]

Christmas Miracle

Pairing - Stanley Uris x reader

Word Count - 5,591

A/N - just a cute Christmas piece for my boy Stan :)) if anyone else has a Christmas request they would like written, just let me know! I write for so many fandoms so you can check out my master list for character ideas!

Request - could you do a Stan x reader with enemies to lovers but with slight Christmas au pls? @nikitty-to-the-rescue

Mike Hanlon let out a sigh as he set the heavy crate he was carrying down on the ground, slowly standing back up and lifting his hand to wipe at the beads of sweat that had collected on his forehead from the afternoon work on the farm. He didn't pause for long, knowing that the sooner he got done the sooner he could go hang out with his friends.

But the moment he went to grab the crate he was instantly dropping it again, a voice behind him calling out, "Still always working I see."

The crate hit the ground with a loud bang, but Mike didn't even wince as he turned to the owner of the voice, his eyes widening at the sight of his best friend Y/N L/N who he hadn't seen since the previous summer.

"Y/N?" Mike whispered in disbelief. The girl shyly nodded and Mike couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud in excitement before he was running over to the girl, his arms wrapping around her as he spun her around.

Joyous laughter filled the air as the two best friends hugged and Mike was quick to put her down so that he could look at her face. He couldn't help but notice that she had changed in the past year, definitely having grown into her features more and looking as beautiful as ever.

"Look at you, all grown up," Mike teased as he pinched the girl's cheek. Y/N rolled her eyes at the boy and blushed slightly as she smacked his hands away. This only made Mike laugh before he quickly pulled her in for another hug.

Y/N and Mike had been best friends since they were in diapers, the two's families being very close. That meant both automatically had a best friend from day one and the two were so close that they were practically siblings. They were all the other had and for the past year Y/N had been at a private, all girls, boarding school, but she was finally back.

"I've missed you so much," Mike whispered as he hugged the girl tight, trying desperately to hold back the tears as he thought about everything that had happened in the past year— getting bullied by Bowers and his gang, having to deal with the stress of his family, and the events that had happened with It and his new group of friends that called themselves the Losers' Club.

"I've missed you too, Mikey," Y/N said with a smile. She then let out a small gasp before pulling away and gripping onto the boy's arm. "Guess what? You'll never have to be alone again because my parents have decided I don't have to go back to that shitty school again!"

"Woah, seriously?" Mike asked, his eyes widening with excitement. "Y/N, that's great!"

"I know! You don't know how awful it was, Mike. I can't wait to get to spend my time back here in Derry. It will be just like old times," Y/N said.

Mike's smile dropped slightly before he began to scratch the back of his neck. He gave the girl a nervous smile. "Actually, I-I met some people. . .um. . .made some new friends," Mike explained.

Y/N's face fell at that, "Oh."

"But don't worry! They will love you," Mike assured her.

Y/N gave him a confused look. "You want me to meet your friends?" she asked.

"Of course I do. You're my best friend, are you not? They deserve to get to meet the person whose kept my head on my body for this long," Mike joked as he nudged the girl.

Y/N smiled softly at that before nodding her head. "Yeah, okay. I would love to meet them," she said, Mike's smile widening at her answer before he was hugging her again.

Agreeing to meet Mike's friends had been Y/N's first mistake. It's not that she didn't love his friends because she did and the Losers had even been quick to accept her into their group.

Of course there was Mike who was her best friend and like her brother. Then there was Ben who was the sweetest human being she had ever met. There was Bill who was her second closest friend and who was the leader of the group.

Next was Beverly who was the first female friend that Y/N had ever had and who was practically her sister. Then there was Richie and Eddie who were like her brothers, the two being so protective of the girl and dragging her along to all sorts of things like the arcade and the carnival.

It was just one of the Losers that she seemed to have a problem with and who made it their personal job to make her life a living hell—Stanley Uris.

So it wasn't meeting Mike's friends that had been the mistake. It was meeting Stanley Uris that had been the mistake.

Y/N didn't know what it was, but the two never seemed to get along. In all honesty, Y/N had actually been star struck the moment she saw the boy, having never thought she had seen a boy as beautiful as the curly haired boy who she found out to be named Stanley Uris. But the moment he opened his mouth, a scowl appearing on his face as he complained to Mike about bringing Y/N along was the moment their feud had begun.

Not that Y/N didn't think Stan was attractive because she still thought he was probably the most gorgeous boy she had ever met, but his attitude towards her was enough to prevent her from having any sort of feelings towards him except for hatred.

Or at least that's what she thought it was. Because why would she have any sort of feelings towards the boy when he was so rude to her. It was impractical!

Y/N found herself arguing with Stan more than half of the time whenever the group hung out as a whole. One of them always seemed to find something to pick at the other for before their side comments became a full blown argument, both sides going red faced as they practically yelled at each other.

The Losers found it extremely annoying and would constantly tell the two to just kiss to ease the sexual tension that was obviously present, but that would only make the two even more red before they got into another argument about how they would never date someone like either of them.

One of the things that most annoyed Y/N was that Stan thought he was better than her and that everything he said was correct. Y/N couldn't even joke about something before Stan was saying something about how wrong she was and embarrassing her in front of the others.

For Stan, the thing that most annoyed him was the fact that Y/N refused to call him anything other than his full name. And the way she said it. Oh, the way she said it drove him crazy. "Stan-ley," she would say, making sure to pronounce each part of his name so that he was well aware she was calling him his full name. He never found something more annoying than when she did that.

Y/N knew this drove him crazy which is why she continued to call him that. Although a small part of her just loved the way his name sounded, but she would never ever admit that.

The feud between Y/N and Stan was one that went on for years, starting the year that Y/N came back from boarding school when they were thirteen and still continuing to present day when the two had finally reached the age of seventeen.

Y/N would be lying if she said she loved arguing with Stan. In fact, all she had ever wanted from the boy was to just be friends. After all, she had been in awe the first time she met him, so being his friend had always been a secret wish on her wish list that no one knew of. But she had promised herself that if Stan was to continue being rude and throwing hateful comments her way then she would return them.

She had tried the whole being nice to him thing, but that had only made him more flustered and the comments only more spiteful, so all Y/N could do was hope and wait until that one day when Stanley might change his attitude around.

She just had no idea when that day would come.

And on that cold winter's eve, Stan's attitude was the least of Y/N's worries. She was walking through the snow, tears streaming down her face as she hugged her Secret Santa for Beverly close to her body.

Her car was in the shop and her parents were at work so she had to walk through the snow. That had been a big mistake because she had been walking through town and towards Mike's farm house when she had the misfortune of running into Henry Bowers and his gang.

Bowers and Y/N had always had a weird relationship. Henry knew that Y/N was friends with Mike, so he automatically would give her the same treatment as he did the boy. But the thing about Y/N was that she didn't take any of the boy's shit and that only made him angrier. Usually Y/N was able to brush it off, but this evening had been different.

The words Henry had spat in her direction were enough to hit her and they hit her hard. Comments about how ugly she was, about how worthless and disgusting she was had hit her where it hurt. But the moment he had mentioned about one of her exes who had cheated on her after claiming she was 'just not pretty enough' and how he 'wasn't in love with her anymore' and 'could never love her' was when Y/N had broke. The tears that had filled her eyes were enough to make Henry laugh and him and his friends had had their fun by shoving the girl onto the ground and kicking her present away from her grasp.

Now there Y/N was, struggling to keep it together and holding on tightly to the gift that had been lucky enough not to break. It was only when she reached Mike's house that the tears had stopped and Y/N found herself standing outside for a moment just to catch her breath and make sure her face wasn't red from crying before she finally went up to the door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened almost instantly and Y/N was met with the face of a gorgeous red head, her smile almost so blinding that Y/N had to blink a few times. "Y/N!" Beverly cried out in joy as she leapt forward to hug the girl. "Thank goodness you are here! I can only handle the boys for so long you know and they were getting quite impatient."

"Sorry, Bev. I lost track of the time," Y/N told her, letting out a small laugh to cover up the pain she felt. She was going to be early actually, but the run in with Bowers had made her late.

"It's completely fine, Y/N," Beverly assured her as she pulled away to look at the girl's outfit. "I love your sweater! You'll have to tell me where you got it, but for now the boys are talking in the kitchen and I'm sure they'll want to see you."

Y/N nodded and quickly walked in before taking off her shoes and leaving them and her jacket by the door. She kept the present in her hands and dropped it off by the tree in Mike's living room before following Beverly into the kitchen where laughter could be heard.

The girl was instantly hit by the sweet sugary smell of cookies and Y/N couldn't help but smile once she saw the boys all standing around laughing with each other.

"Look who I found wandering outside in the cold," Beverly announced, her voice instantly making the boys all turn to look at the two girls.

"Y/N!" Mike exclaimed happily as he took big strides across the room to wrap his friend up in a hug. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Mikey," Y/N greeted as she hugged him back. "Thanks for inviting us all over."

"Y/N," Bill greeted with a smile as he walked over with his arms out. Y/N smiled warmly at the boy and hugged him before saying, "Bill."

"Okay there, Bill. My turn!" Eddie exclaimed as he pulled the boy away and quickly wrapped the girl up in a hug. Y/N let out a small laugh and went to hug Eddie back, but she was already being pulled back into someone else's arms. The girl glanced up and chuckled once she saw the familiar Tozier smirk as the boy winked at Eddie and said, "Sorry, Eds, but Y/N loves me more."

"Asshole," Eddie huffed as he crossed his arms and walked off to go get a drink.

Richie glanced down at Y/N and smirked before saying, "Why hello there, pretty lady. And how are you on this wonderful evening?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled away from the boy's hold before smiling at him. "I'm doing just fine, Richie. Thanks for asking," she replied. She then turned and smiled at Ben before engulfing the boy in a big hug. Ben was quick to hug her back and that was when Y/N's eyes locked with the last person in the room—Stanley.

The two stared blankly at each other and Y/N silently wondered what kind of attitude Stan was going to be in tonight. But once that all too familiar scowl had appeared on the boy's face as he rolled his eyes and looked away with a small scoff, that was when Y/N knew it wasn't going to be a very good night.

Which was great seeing as she was already having the worst night she'd had in a long time.

Beverly seemed to notice the small interaction between the two and inhaled sharply before putting her hands on Y/N's shoulders and smiling at the group. "Why didn't we go ahead and do our gift exchange, shall we?" she suggested.

"Oh yes! Watch out, motherfuckers. My gift is about to be fucking amazing," Richie proudly stated before walking out of the room and to the living room leaving the others to shake their heads and laugh softly as they hurried after the boy.

After about a half an hour everyone but Y/N had opened their presents. Y/N had made Beverly a scarf and had gotten her a sweater much like the one Y/N was wearing that night which Beverly was excited about. Beverly had Richie and had gotten him a recorder for him to practice his stand up act with and a picture of the whole group which Richie may have teared up a little at the sight of.

Richie had gotten Ben some history and architecture books. Ben had gotten Bill a new journal and some art supplies for his drawings. Bill had gotten Mike a new pair of shoes that he had saved his money up for, knowing that the boy had been eyeing them for a while but wasn't able to pay for them himself.

Mike had gotten Eddie a new fanny pack that read 'Losers' Club' across the front and some of his favorite candy that his mother would never let him have in the house. And Eddie had gotten Stan a couple of books on birds for the mornings he spent bird watching.

That left Y/N as the last one and it didn't take a genius to figure out that there was only one person left who hadn't given out a gift yet. Y/N was silent as Stan reached into his pocket before pulling out a small box which he then held out to her. She gently took it from him and ignored the excited looks on her friends' faces and Beverly who was gripping onto a pillow as she smiled widely.

Y/N gave Stan a small look before opening up the box, her mouth dropping open at the sight of a stunning gold necklace with a gold sunflower pendant. It was beautiful and Y/N felt tears spring into her eyes at the sight of it. She had never been given something like this before.

Her eyes flickered up to Stan and she gave him a confused look, wondering how he knew her favorite flower was a sunflower and surprised at the fact that he had gotten her such a thoughtful gift. Stan's eyes shot up to meet her gaze and he silently stared at her as if he was studying to see if she actually liked it or not.

"Stanley," Y/N whispered, smiling softly before shaking her head in disbelief. "I-I love it. Thank you."

"I'm going to go put it on right now," Y/N smiled warmly, the action making Stan blink in response. The Losers all smiled at that before they began to pick up their own conversations while Y/N got up and began to head towards the bathroom so that she could see as she out the necklace on.

However, she had only just made it to the doorway when a voice called out, "You hate it."

Y/N froze and turned around with a confused look on her face. "What?" she asked, her eyes looking to Stan in confusion.

"I knew it," he scoffed as he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants once before beginning to walk over to the girl. "You hate it. Of course you do. You know what, I'll just take it back and you can use the money however you like."

Before Y/N could process what was happening, Stan had snatched the small box from her. Y/N was quick to grab it back, something that made Stan look back at her with a small look of annoyance.

"Woah. Woah. Woah. I never said that I hated it," Y/N defended herself. "I really do like it, Stanley."

"Your body language suggests otherwise," Stan frowned as he went to reach for the gift again, but Y/N was quick to hold it away. "Y/N, stop being a child and just give me the gift."

"How about you stop being immature and listen to what I'm saying when I tell you that it's a very thoughtful gift and I love it," Y/N argued, her voice raising slightly as her and Stan both narrowed their eyes at each other.

"Please," Stan scoffed. "I know you don't like the gift and it honestly shouldn't be that much of a surprise. You aren't really the type of person to recognize a nice gift when you see one."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Y/N asked, her face growing a little red as she scowled at the boy.

"Guys," Beverly sighed from the couch while the other Losers all watched silently, but Stan and Y/N ignored her.

"You know what it means. Out of all the people I had to get for Secret Santa, I got you, the girl who I can barely even be in the same room with. And you don't even like me gift!" Stan exclaimed. "Do you know how much money that cost me?"

"First of all, I never said I don't like the gift! Second of all, no one made you spend that much money on me. No one!" Y/N exclaimed. "So why didn't you sit the fuck down and let me go out on this very thoughtful gift from you, huh?"

"Guys!" Richie yelled causing the two to turn to him in anger. The boy was quick to put his hands up in mock surrender before sighing and saying, "Do us all a favor and quit it with the arguing, okay? You know what, you two are both stuck in a sticky situation right now so why don't you just kiss and confess your undying love for each other before you kill the night's mood and we end up killing ourselves?"

Stan and Y/N gave the boy a confused look but then they noticed Beverly shyly pointing above them and the two glanced up to see that the doorway they were standing under had mistletoe hanging at the top. The two froze before looking at each other, their eyes wide.

Stan was the first to look away, a grimace crossing his face as he said, "What? Ew, no! Me kiss Y/N? You guys do understand I have better taste than someone like her, right?"

Y/N blinked in surprise, her eyes flickering over to the boy as she watched him pinch the bridge of his nose. "I mean she's stuck up, stubborn, and a pain in mine and everyone else's ass" Stan complained, the utter disgust in his voice being enough to make Y/N flinch.

She was instantly reminded of what had happened earlier that night and she couldn't stop the tears from beginning to prick her eyes as she looked down at her feet. All of the Losers except for Stan seemed to notice this and Bill gave the boy a harsh look before saying, "Stan, st-st-stop."

"No, Bill. I won't stop. Kissing her would be like some cruel punishment!" Stan exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air for dramatics. Y/N stepped back slightly at that and that was when Stan looked over at her. His face instantly fell when she looked up at him with teary eyes, but he didn't have time to say anything before Y/N had turned and was running out of the house, the front door slamming behind her.

A deafening silence filled the air after that and Beverly scoffed before getting up from the couch, ready to go after the girl. Mike was quick to place a hand on her arm and sit her back down, the boy standing up instead.

"No, Bev. He's going to go," Mike said, his eyes locking on Stan who was staring at the front door with a pained look on his face. Stan's gaze shifted over to Mike and he shook his head. "I-I didn't mean to make her that upset," Stan said.

"Yes, you did," Mike replied, the words making Stan hang his head. "But you're going to fix it. Not us. You."

Outside in the steps sat Y/N who was desperately wiping at her face with the sleeves of her sweater as she tried to calm herself down. "Quit being a pussy, Y/N," she grumbled in annoyance. "It's just Stan. His words shouldn't affect you like this."

So why did it hurt so much?

It took a few minutes of her breathing in deeply through her nose and breathing out through her mouth before she managed to get the tears to stop, but she still couldn't bring herself to go back inside. So instead she merely sat there on the steps and stared at the sunflower necklace, wondering why Stan would get her something like that if all he was going to do was tell her that she didn't like it.

The door opening and closing wasn't enough to pull Y/N from her thoughts. It was only when she heard footsteps approaching from behind her before someone plopped down by her side that she finally managed to look away from the necklace and over at the person.

Her eyes instantly locked on Stan's figure and she was quick to look away, her eyes latching onto the snow on the ground instead while she felt Stan's eyes burning a hole into the side of her face.

"What?" Y/N finally asked, her voice harsh as she hugged herself.

"I brought hot chocolate," Stan said, his voice soft and warm, a sharp contrast from the usual tone he used around her.

Y/N glanced over at the boy and he held a cup out to her. She stared at him for a moment before she silently took it from his hands, the mug instantly warming her cold fingers once she had.

The two sat in silence for a couple of minutes, snow falling slowly around them while they both drank from their mugs. Stan was the one that eventually spoke up, his voice breaking the silence of the night as he asked, "What's wrong?"

Y/N turned her head quickly, her eyebrows raised as she asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you fucking kidding me, Stanley?"

"Woah, it was only a question, Y/N! No need to be a bitch," Stan grumbled.

Y/N's mouth dropped open in shock, a scowl on her face as she asked, "Why are you even out here, Stanley? Cause if you can't notice I really don't need this shit from you right now."

"I came to check on you because you stormed out of there upset!" Stan exclaimed.

"Of course I did! What you said was fucking rude!" Y/N yelled.

"Well my words never seemed to have bothered you before!" Stan yelled, the realization that his words had hit her harder than usual for a certain reason making Y/N's eyes fill with tears once again as she stared at her mug. "How was I supposed to know you were going to be a little too emotional tonight?"

"Just shut up!" Y/N exclaimed as she looked to Stan, hot tears spilling down her face and making Stan freeze in place. "Shut up!"

Before Stan knew what was happening Y/N was looking down and sobbing, her hand going over her mouth as she tried to quiet herself. Stan didn't even know what to do as he sat there. He felt the urge to comfort her, but he couldn't even bring himself to so much as place a hand on her shoulder, afraid that it would only make her more upset.

So all he could do was sit there quietly as he waited for the girl to calm down. It took a couple of minutes, but she finally managed to calm herself enough to start talking again, her voice cracking as she wiped at her tears.

"I got cornered by Bowers and his gang on my way over here," Y/N muttered, the words making Stan still as he looked to her in what looked to be concern. "They treated me like shit, but what else is new? Usually I don't let their words bother me, but then they were attacking how I looked and making fun of me for my past relationships and how I've been cheated on and I just-" Y/N fell silent as she shook her head, trying to collect her thoughts.

"And then I come over here and the one boy whose opinion I care about the most and who doesn't even notice me unless we're arguing makes fun of me and is disgusted at the thought of kissing me and embarrasses me in front of my friends," Y/N finishes with a whisper, a few more tears falling down her face.

Y/N shook her head and quickly tried to wipe at her tears only for them to fall harder and in bigger quantities. "Shit," she muttered with a cracked voice as she continued to wipe at her eyes.

Stan was quick to put his mug down before reaching out and grabbing the girl's hands, the action making her eyes flicker over to him in surprise only to find that his face was inches from hers. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and before she had time to process anything, Stan was leaning forward.

Y/N's heart began to beat furiously, erupting into a volcano of butterflies as soon as Stan's lips brushed against hers. The kiss was soft and short and before she knew it Stan was pulling away again so that it almost felt like the kiss hadn't even happened.

But it did and boy was Y/N confused.

Y/N couldn't stop the small blush on her face as she opened her eyes and stared at Stan in a stunned silence as she awaited an explanation for his actions. Stan's eyes flickered over her face and he wiped at her tears and sighed before looking down and whispering, "I'm sorry."

"W-What?" she whispered, still confused about what was happening.

"I'm sorry for always yelling at you and for always starting up arguments. I'm sorry for all the mean things I've said. I shouldn't have said any of it and I definitely shouldn't have made fun of you like I have. Something about you has always infuriated me since the day we've met, but it wasn't until recently that I realized it was only because I cared about you. I've been too afraid to admit it and couldn't stop myself from treating you the way that I have. I guess I thought that arguing with you at least meant that you felt something towards me, even if that was nothing more than hate. And all those things I said tonight. . .I shouldn't have said them. I was only being an insecure jackass. I just. . .I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry," Stan whispered as he finally looked back up at the girl before looking back down.

A small silence fell among the two and Y/N stared at Stan with a blank expression before finally whispering, "Stanley?"

Stan glanced up at her, the way she said his name in such a caring and soft way being enough to make his heart flutter.

"I may be an idiot," Y/N whispered, pausing and biting her lip before saying something that made Stan's heart stop. "But I think I might love you."

Stan blinked in surprise, his whole body going still as he just stared at her without saying anything.

"Oh," he finally said, another silence following suit as the two stared at each other, still unsure how this was all happening but both silently thankful that it was.

"Well, I guess we're both idiots cause I think I might love you too," Stan admitted, a soft smile dawning his face as he looked at her. Y/N couldn't help but smile back, a small laugh of relief escaping her lips as the two stared at each other with love filled eyes.

How this was all happening was still a mystery to them both, but deep down, they always knew that this would happen eventually. Their feelings for each other were evident, even if they tried to hide them behind arguments and yelling.

Stan let go of Y/N's hands down that he could stand on his feet before holding a hand out to her, a soft smile on his face as he said, "What do you say we try that kiss under the mistletoe again?"

Y/N smiled at that and nodded before reaching out and taking the boy's hand, their hands nodding together like two puzzle pieces. Nothing had ever felt more right and Y/N still couldn't believe this was even happening.

Together, the two walked back into the house before heading towards the doorway that only moments before they had been standing at yelling at each other. Stan smiled lovingly at the girl and reached out to take the small box from her hands before pulling the sunflower necklace out of the box. Y/N turned around and the boy clipped the necklace around her neck before letting his fingers linger on her neck.

Y/N slowly turned around and Stan let his fingers dance across her cheek before coming to rest on her neck. The two stared at each other in silence, their breaths mingling together as they slowly began to lean in.

Then Stan's lips were on hers and the two had initiated their second kiss, this one being even better than the last. The mistletoe seemed to glisten in the firelight above them and both of them found themselves slowly beginning to smile into the kiss as they gently pulled the other closer to their body. But just when Stan was about to dip the girl to deepen the kiss, they were broken up but the sound of cheering.

"About damn time," a voice said making the couple pull away to see their friends all standing there with smiles on their faces as they cheered the group on.

"It's a Christmas miracle!" Richie cried out, his arms up in the air while Y/N and Stan rolled their eyes at the boy, the girl leaning into Stan who had wrapped an arm around her waist and was holding her close.

The Losers all laughed and Y/N shook her head slightly at the boy before sneaking a look at Stan. It was in that moment that Y/N realized Richie might've been right.

To think the two had hated each other when they first met years ago and now they had just shared a kiss under some mistletoe.

Christmas miracles happened every day. And Stanley Uris? Well, he was Y/N's.

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Here Comes Santa Claus

Dean Winchester x Reader

1800 Words

Written For: @spngenrebingo, @spnfluffbingo

Squares Filled: Snow storm(genre), Christmas in July(fluff)

Warnings: None

“People are freezing to death,” You repeated Sam’s words, your brows narrowed in confusion. You were leaning against the front seat of the Impala, sitting in the middle of the backseat, listening as Sam read off the coroner’s report. “In Florida?” 

“They say five people have turned up miles away from this town, their skin tinged blue, their fingers and toes frostbit,” Sam continued. 

“Any idea what could be doing it?” You asked as Dean hummed along to the radio. 

Sam tossed the papers on the seat next to him, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “Jack Frost!” Dean finally spoke up, making Sam open one eye and stare at him. “What? People freezing to Death? Classic Jack Frost. And we’ve gone against everything else, why not him?” 

You had to admit Dean had a point. In your line of business, you couldn’t say. But Jack Frost? In Florida? It just didn’t make sense. 

“Do we have a town?” You asked, reaching for the paper. “DeFuniak Springs? What kind of name is that?” 

“It’s named after the lake,” Sam offered. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

Hours later Dean finally passed the town sign, and it was like time had sped up. Gone was the sweltering, humid heat of July. Snow fell gently around the Impala, coating the sides of the road. Your breath puffed out in front of you, and Dean quickly turned on the heater. You could see the town up ahead, lights blinking, looking more festive than any town you had seen before.

Every house, every shop was bright with Christmas lights. Reindeer, sleighs, elves, anything you could think of lined their front yards. 

“What is this place?” You asked as you shivered in the backseat. 

Both Sam and Dean shrugged their shoulders before Dean found a hotel advertising festive rooms at an inexpensive price. Dean led the way as snow continued to fall, pushing open the door, but making no move to head inside. “It’s like the North Pole threw up in here,” he muttered. “We’ve stayed in a lot of hotels, but this one….it might be too much.”

You glanced past Dean’s shoulder, and you quickly had to agree. Red velvet comforters trimmed in white fur covered both queen-sized beds. Garlands hung from every wall, decorated with lights, ornaments, and holly. A six-foot tree was beside the window, tinsel, and ornaments filling every branch. Music played from the radio beside the bed, an ancient version of Here Comes Santa Claus. 

“This is a little much,” you whispered. “But at least the beds look comfortable.” 

Sam pushed past Dean, setting his stuff down on the red velvet couch. “The faster we figure this out, the faster we can turn this town back to normal. What are we thinking it is?” 

“We did fight those two Norse deities. Maybe this is something like that?” 

You frowned, not sure you believed that. “But they brought calm weather and original traditions. This is more like a consumer capital with all the lights and decorations. I bet the stores are completely full of cheap Christmas novelties.” 

“Only one way to figure it out,” Dean suggested. “Too bad I didn’t pack a heavier coat.” 

The three of you bundled up as warm as you could, deciding to walk the short distance to Main Street. People bustled back and forth, wrapped in heavy parkas, smiling and waving as if nothing was amiss. Sam trotted off to the local library while you and Dean began walking into each store, trying to get a feel for the town. 

“I’ve never seen this much Christmas,” you whispered, setting down yet another fruit cake. All around you in the simple market were sweet treats, and your stomach was churning at the smell. “Dean, I have no idea what would cause this.” 

He was busy looking through the magazines, frowning when he noticed they all had something to do with the holidays as well. Picking up some mittens, you headed to the cashier, hoping to get some answers while you made your purchase. 

“Well hello there!” The older man exclaimed, scanning your small purchase. “It’s not often we get visitors out here.” 

“Why’s that?”

He shrugged. “I guess not everyone is as gung-ho about Christmas as we are,” he answered. “We love Christmas, and we’re just lucky enough that it’s turned into Christmas every day!” “Yeah, why’s that?” Dean asked, coming around the corner, his arms full of pie containers. 

The cashier seemed confused that somebody wouldn’t want it to be Christmas on a daily basis. “When did it start?” You asked. 

“Oh...um, let’s see. We were always cooler than the rest of Florida, but it wasn’t until we elected our new Mayor. So about six weeks ago. But we wouldn’t change it!” 

Paying the man, you left the store, stopping in front of the small park in the middle of the street. The gazebo was turned into a lit-up carousel, surrounded by people bundled up. “What’s going on?” You asked Dean, just as Sam came around the corner.

“It’s the parade!” A lady exclaimed as she walked past you. “Every Saturday we hold a Christmas parade. And you’re in for a treat. Our Mayor will be playing Santa for this one.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” Dean grumbled. Taking your place on the side of the street, next to more townspeople, you watched as the parade started. It was a small parade, with classic Christmas floats, the local marching band. Girl Scouts were decorated like little fairies, handing out candy canes. 

“Don’t you think this is weird?” You asked the Mom standing beside you. “It’s July!” 

She gasped, staring at you in alarm. “This is the best thing to happen to this town!” 

You were about to ask for more clarification when Santa’s sleigh could be seen coming around the corner. People started chanting Santa, everyone excited to see the Mayor. Your hunter senses on high alert, you watched as it drew closer. 

The sleigh was pulled by actual reindeer, four on each side. The Mayor sat up high, wearing a suit that closely resembled the comforters on your bed. As it drew closer, you reached over, tugging on Dean’s shirt. “Dean, is that?” 

“Gabriel!” Both Sam and Dean muttered at the same time.

Gabriel must have heard his name being called. His waving hand froze, his smile fell as he glanced through the crowd, landing on the Winchester brothers immediately. It took him a moment to compose himself, before he quickly smacked the reins, sending the reindeer running past the rest of the parade, up towards the large, Victorian house sitting on the hill.

“I think we need to pay the mayor a visit,” Dean grumbled.

Unwilling to stay in the chilly temperatures any longer, you walked back to the hotel, climbing into the Impala. It was only a mile or so to the Mayor’s house, but by the time you were parking outside the gates, the snow was coming down harder than before, and you could hardly see in front of your face.

“He knows we’re here,” Sam grumbled as he picked the lock on the gate. 

“Hiya boys!” Gabriel exclaimed, standing on his porch, waving his hand so the gate opened. “And girlie.” 

“Gabriel, what are you doing?” You asked, moving through the opened gate, trying to keep your footing on the slick snow. “This is Florida, not the North Pole!”

“I missed Christmas,” he explained simply. “This town seemed nice, and they enjoy it. What’s wrong with that?” 

“The five dead bodies,” Dean argued, his hand holding the Angel Blade. “Gabriel, you can’t mess with people like this.” 

Gabriel sighed, leaning against the porch. “Dean, the deaths of those people aren’t my fault. They didn’t know how to dress.” 

Sam took a step towards the Archangel. “Fix it now, or we’ll have no choice.” 

“Fine,” Gabriel grumbled. Raising his hand up, he snapped his fingers. “Oh and Dean? I think you and Y/N are a cute couple. Too bad you won’t make it past this.”

Gabriel’s face was full of jealousy before he vanished, but the snow that had been steadily falling came down harder than before. “Dean, it’s turning into a blizzard!” You exclaimed, barely able to see him although he was standing at your side.

He reached out, grasping your hand, pulling you to his side. “We need to get in the house, now!” 

The wind howled as you struggled to keep your footing. The snow was already past your ankles, getting deeper by the second. You tripped, pulling Dean down with you, crying out as you connected with the step underneath the snow. “Come on!” Dean exclaimed, pulling you back up, and against his side. You let him guide you, up the stairs and finally onto the porch. 

The blizzard still swarmed around you, but the porch gave enough of a windbreak that you could finally breathe. Sam was trying to open the door but hadn’t had much luck yet. “What are we going to do?” You asked. “Gabriel’s gone, and this storm is going to bury the city!” 

“Guess again!” Gabriel exclaimed, opening the door. “I had a change of heart.”

“Why?” You asked, wondering if this was another trick.

He shrugged, but he stared straight at you. “I’m tired of the snow and Christmas. I think it’s about time to try my luck somewhere else. And Y/N, even though Dean is a smoldering hunk, you’re more than welcome to leave him behind and come with me. Anywhere you wish.” 

“Thanks,” you stuttered, shocked at the change of events. “But I’m staying with Dean.”

Gabriel sighed. “I figured you’d say that. But if you ever change your mind, you know what to do.” With a snap of his fingers, the snow disappeared, along with the tricky Archangel. 

With the Archangel’s powerful magic gone, the winter scene quickly melted away, turning back into the sweltering heat that Florida was known for. 

“What the hell just happened?” Dean asked, staring at the town that was still bathed in Christmas lights and decor. “And does an Archangel have a crush on you?”

“Seems like it,” Sam chuckled, staring down at you. “Could come in handy.”

“Never!” Dean growled, pulling you possessively against his side. “So now what?”

“We let the town do whatever they want, and we get the hell out of here,” you suggested. “Maybe head to Disneyworld since we’re so close.” 

Dean smiled like a little boy, immediately pulling you towards the Impala, and Sam slowly followed along. As Dean drove through Main street one last time, you saw people walking about aimlessly, trying to figure out what happened. But you had a feeling that Christmas wasn’t going to fade away as quickly as the snow did.

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