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4 days til' Christmas

feeling self-conscious about your growing body during your pregnancy⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

pairing: husband!miguel o'hara x pregnant!reader

cw: negative body image

5 days til' christmas ← previous part

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The next morning you woke up feeling queasy again but when your hand reached over for Miguel, he wasn't there. You got up slowly so you wouldn’t start vomiting immediately and tried to open the door but it was locked.

Just then, memories from the night before began to flood your brain. You had gotten upset with Miguel for folding pizza. You unlocked the door and opened it, seeing Miguel lying on the couch with one hand and one leg dangling off the edge because he was too big to fully fit on it.

He was still sound asleep snoring because of the discomfort. You sat down so you could be level with his face and caressed his hair until he woke up. You woke him gently, admiring him in awe as the sun kissed his caramel-colored skin.

You ran your soft hands against his rough, prickly 5 o’clock shadow. "Good morning, mi cielo[my little sky/my heaven]," Miguel said, his eyes still closed with a smile playing on his lips feeling a little ticklish from you touching his face so suddenly.

He suddenly pulled you in for a kiss and it caught you off guard and you squealed. He blew his morning breath into your face afterward because he knew it made you laugh every time you kissed in the mornings. "Are you going to divorce me for that too?" he joked lazily, letting out a small chuckle.

"Oh my god, baby, I'm so sorry I don't know why I keep snapping," you said resting your forehead against his.

"It's fine, I understand the pre-period mood swings but they've never been this bad.” He commentee.

He sat up bringing you to your feet. "How are you feeling this morning?" he said as he brought a hand up to feel your forehead temperature.

"I woke up wanting to vomit but I don't need to anymore," you said as you sat behind him and started to massage his shoulders which were probably aching because of how he was sleeping.

"That's good to hear," he said while letting out a low pleasureful groan.

You planted some kisses onto the back and sides of his neck and the top of his head. "What are we thinking about breakfast?" he asked.

"More sleep," you murmured as you hugged him from behind and rested your head against his broad back.

"I don't think I can sleep on this couch any longer so you're going to have to let me back into our room," he quipped as he got up and picked you up bridal style. You giggled telling him to put you down. I'm probably so much heavier now, how can he still carry me? You asked yourself as he put you down on the bed.

He changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and tossed one of his shirts and a pair of your shorts for you to change into. You were still wearing the dress from the day before.

It was normal for Miguel to help you get dressed for bed when you were tipsy, sick, or just too tired and you did the same for him. He helped you untie your dress and he tossed it in your hamper.

His eyes naturally fell on your breasts that were practically spilling out of your bra that fit you just fine a while ago. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift further down, taking notice of the fact that you looked a little different not significantly but like you had gained a bit of weight. It was kind of hot. He didn't know why he thought it was attractive but he just did.

You noticed that he was staring and crossed your arms over your stomach. Miguel chose not to comment on it because it was nothing out of the blue to him. But that decision made your thoughts darker. He helped you put your shirt on and when he helped you get your shorts on he slid them up but they stopped around your hips, right below the curve of your ass.

You sniffled a bit trying not to cry feeling strangely ashamed by your sudden weight gain. He stopped trying to put them on and just slid them down. "You don't need these anyway," he said as he tossed them aside.

He looked up at you and noticed that you were in distress. "What's the matter?" he asked as he sat on the bed with you. At this point, you were sure that he would become tired of you crying all the time but he was patient with you.

"Miguel, you don't have to pretend that you're not noticing," you started.

"Noticing what?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"I'm gaining weight, some of my clothes are barely fitting me," you said as Miguel wiped all your tears.

"I don't see the issue with that, it's completely normal. I'm not trying to invalidate you but, gaining weight is normal and shouldn't be villainized," he explained.

"But, I just feel like, that's the reason why you won't have sex with me. Do I not turn you on anymore? I just feel like you were disgusted by me," you admitted as you began to cry more.

"Amor[love], I'm so sorry I made you feel that way. I haven't been sleeping with you because you've been sick and you'd probably vomit mid-way through it," he chuckled.

You hated to admit that he was probably right and you were still getting used to your sickness and your new diet.

"I'm sorry, seriously, but I also want you to understand that weight gain is not a bad thing at all and I think you are attractive no matter how you physically look. Your body isn't the only appealing thing about you, I'm horny for your brain, your laugh, your humor, your secrets. The fact that I'm doing such an intimate thing with you, out of all the people on this earth, that's what turns me on," Miguel said, taking your hand and placing a kiss on it.

"Thank you hon', I've just been so stressed out about this. It's going to take me a while to accept my weight gain," you said looking down in your lap. Miguel lifted your chin with his index finger so he could look into your eyes.

"It's okay that weight gain is hard to accept for you. But, I want you to know that I'll be right there with you every step of the way," he reassured.

"Thank you, I love you," you said.

"I love you too. Let's sleep yeah?" he said as he pulled you into the bed with him and hit you with some tickles.

You slept in his arms that day. The two of you had a lazy day all day just lounging around and baking Christmas cookies.

The rest of the day went well and it felt great to know that Miguel was so supportive of you and so in love with you. You felt like his everyday presence was a gift in itself. You could wait to tell him you were carrying his child in 3 days.

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next part → 3 days til' Christmas

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15 days til' Christmas

planning to surprise husband!miguel o'hara with the best gift ever⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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If there was one thing about Miguel that confused you it was what gift to get him for Christmas. You were always buying things that made you think of him like clothes that he would look handsome in(he looks good in literally everything).

But you couldn't help but feel like it wasn't enough. You couldn't help but feel like you needed more. You wanted to give him a gift that was tear-wrenching.

You thought that you would never get the opportunity to give Miguel the gift you thought he deserved. Until that opportunity presented itself in a certain two-lined symbol on a white stick you had peed on.

Right then you knew exactly what his gift would be this year. The only issue was that you had to keep this secret until Christmas which was in a whole week. But, you couldn't keep anything from Miguel for the life of you. What was worse is that he was incredibly perceptive and always knew when something was different.

You were already two months along and you never realized that you were extremely behind on your period until your period tracking app pointed out that you stopped getting your period after you logged unprotected sex during your fertile window.

You and Miguel were dating for three years before you got married and your second marriage anniversary was coming up. You weren't really trying for kids but the two of you didn't mind if you were to have one. You talked about it and you both felt ready so you started being more carefree about protection every now and then.

Miguel was used to taking three days off of work once a month to help you through your abnormally painful period cramps. He was so busy that hadn't realized you hadn't gotten your period.

You quickly got a long box and placed the pregnancy test in it before wrapping it up and putting it under the tree. There were already tons of gifts under the tree so it didn't seem weird at all.

You cleaned up your mess and right when you checked your watch you realized that it was seven o'clock. Miguel should be arriving any minute by now-

"Honey! I'm home!" you heard Miguel call out from the mud room. You could hear the noises of some bags indicative that he went grocery shopping like you had asked.

You rushed to the entrance and gave Miguel a big hug. You'd been missing him all day and it was taking every fiber in your body to not just tell him the great news right then and there.

"Woah amor, did you miss me that much?" he chuckled as he walked down the hall with you clinging to him.

You sat on the counter taking groceries out of bags as he put them away listening to him rant about how things were going at work. Most people wouldn't be very fond of listening to someone ramble about work for 30 minutes straight but Miguel wasn't a rambler he was a storyteller.

If he was going to tell you about his day, trust he would talk about it in a way that made it intriguing. He often made you laugh when he told you about some of the harmless silly rumors floating around at the office.

One thing that the spiders(except Peter B and Jess) would never know was that he enjoyed observing and gossiping about who was dating and who wasn't at Spider Society knowing that it was absolutely not his business.

The two of you thought yourselves to be cupids and would talk about what couple desperately needed to break up or who should be dating whom.

"Cariño I have a question..." Miguel started interrupting you laughing at his joke about who he thought Hobie should date.

"Yeah? What is it?" you asked in a more serious tone.

"Why haven't you gotten your period yet?" he asked squinting his eyes trying to assess you.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit. You cursed to yourself trying to think of an answer.

"Well my period tracking app told me that it's because of my increased amount of weight training recently, it happened to me when I was 14 as well I lost my period for like half a year then," you explained.

"Huh, you never told me you've been going to the gym, you usually just run in the mornings," he said, accepting your answer. It almost hurt lying to him about this because he had so much trust in you that he believed everything you said.

"My practice closes at five now, remember? So I have a lot more time," you said.

"Oh I see," he said as he took out ingredients to make dinner.

He didn't really talk about it for the rest of the night and everything went smoothly but as you lay in bed that night in his arms you couldn't help but worry. What if you're not able to keep this up and the gift is ruined? All should be fine though besides you only have to keep from him for the next 7 days.

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next part → 7 days til' Christmas

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Christmas Special

surprising husband!miguel o'hara revealing your pregnancy to him on Christmas day⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

1 days til' christmas ← previous part

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You woke up on Christmas morning getting up quickly feeling like you were on top of the world. You got up about to practically skip out of your bedroom smelling the sweet breakfast and coffee Miguel was making.

Until you didn't feel like you were on top of the world and you felt like you were spinning downwards. You had gotten up way too quickly and ate a heavy meal the night prior and now you had to vomit.

As you hurled almost all the contents of your stomach, you heard Miguel's rushed steps and soon he was by your side with a glass of water. You leaned against him feeling a bit distraught that you would have to go through this until you got used to having smaller meals throughout the day and not guzzling water when you were feeling thirsty which was all the time.

Not the best start to such an amazing day but the breakfast that Miguel had made was a great pick-me-up. The two of you went over to sit in front of the tree and open gifts. Miguel had gotten you a whole closet of new clothing, jewelry, a watch, and three new pairs of shoes. The gift that spoke volumes to you was the handmade card that Miguel had made for you.

He always had this skill of being able to make you cry and feel like the most loved woman on earth with a simple handmade card. You wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face in his neck. He caressed your hair just happy to see you so happy.

In his card, he wrote about the past week and how all he wanted was for you to be happy during your favorite time of year. About how he loves you so much and is happy that he can call you ‘my wife’. He wrote that he hopes that someday soon you can share your secret with him.

Afterward, Miguel opened his gifts from you. A watch, some cufflinks, a cute apron, shoes, and random clothing had been bought throughout the holidays because you can't stop buying things that remind you of him. He read your Christmas card that explained your struggle with finding him the perfect gift for the holidays but you finally found it. The card alluded to the final gift under the tree. The small rectangular box

Under the tree amongst the torn wrapping paper and gift-wrapping ribbons, sat that red rectangular box wrapped in dark green ribbon. You picked it up and handed it over to Miguel. He slowly pulled at the ribbon untied the bow, and looked up at you raising a suspenseful brow. He slowly opened the box and put his glass down from the top of his head to the bridge of his nose.

Once he could make out what was in the box he dropped it. He looked up at you, eyes nearly popping out of his skull. He did a double-take looking back down at the box covering him hung open mouth with his hand. "Baby, you're pregnant?" he asked as you could almost hear the tears in his voice.

"Yes, Merry Christmas," you said as you held his arms out to him.

He immediately hugged you, kissing your forehead and peppering kisses all over your face. In between each kiss was a breathful, "Thank you," You had never seen a gift bring him to tears until now.

"I'm going to be a father," he stated aloud forcing himself to believe the words coming out of his mouth.

You knew in any second he was going to ask you to pinch him so you went ahead and did it. "We're having a baby!" Miguel exclaimed as he hugged you again making giggles rise in your throat.

"This is what I've been hiding from you, I wanted to surprise you," you admitted, running your hand through his hair.

"You have no idea how happy you've made me," he mumbled into your chest as his bare warm hands found their way under your tanktop and caressed your stomach. You weren't really showing yet but he couldn't wait to take care of you and see you swollen and carrying a baby he put in you.

"Hi baby," he whispered as he touched your stomach.

"You know I actually had a feeling you were preg—" Miguel started.

"Oh shut up you," you said laughing at his little joke.

This would be you and Miguel's merriest Christmas. You knew the next seven months would consist of Miguel hovering over you and extra princess treatment but you honestly didn't mind. This Christmas wasn't spent as a couple, it was spent as a mom, dad, and child. It would be your first Christmas dinner for three.

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the end <3

a/n: I hope you all liked this series. I hope you enjoyed your holidays as well. Don't be shy to send me a lil request if there's any other content you'd like to see.

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11 days til' Christmas

ot8!ateez and their drunken habits on christmas ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Hongjoong - The Clingy One

You were at Hongjoong's childhood house for the holidays celebrating Christmas with his family. There was a reason Hongjoong didn’t like drinking too much around his group members but you didn’t know what it was.

You would find out this Christmas when you made him a cocktail. Hongjoong’s family naturally welcomed you with open arms after he had made the revelation that you were a bartender.

They were tired of just drinking plain soju every year. When you got into the kitchen you made a multitude of holiday-themed alcoholic beverages.

“Here you go,” you said as you slid Hongjoong his fifth dirty snowman(spiked hot chocolate) of the night.

He was so lost in conversation with his cousins that he didn’t realize how much he had been drinking. That was until he wrapped his arm around your waist and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “You good?” you asked him as you continued to make a drink for his mom.

“Yeah,” he murmured into your neck.

It was sweet but very out of character for him. He was very touchy but usually in private. You turned to look at him, noticing that he had the worst flush you had ever seen.

“Oh my god, Hongjoong, are you drunk?” you asked between giggles.

“Nooooo,” he denied as he hugged you again and kissed your neck.

“Yea you are,” you said laughing.

“Ugh, that’s how my boy always is, always hugging and saying ‘I love you’ when he’s drunk,” his mother chuckled as she came into the kitchen.

“You’re not going to be able to get him off of you for the rest of the night,” his cousin chimed in.

Although it was uncommon for Hongjoong to be this affectionate in public places it felt kind of nice.

On top of being clingy, he also got very quiet and gloomy when you weren't around and tried to lock himself in the cabinet??!!

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Seonghwa - The Sleepy Beauty

The electricity was out and you and Seonghwa were curled up in front of your fireplace wrapped in a blanket building a Lego Death Star while keeping each other warm.

It was the most brutal snowstorm of the year. You could hear the screams and shouts of little children playing outside in the snow. The sounds of sleds racing down the hill you lived on and the drip, drip, drop of the tap in the kitchen never really stopped. We have to get that checked out, you thought to yourself

You and Seonghwa made it a mission to try and finish the eggnog that was sitting in the fridge before it went bad. Once you got tired of the taste, you both decided to go for the wine instead. It was Christmas anyway.

"Finally," you sighed as the two of you finally finished the Death Star as well as two bottles of red wine.

"It looks amazing right Seonghwa?" you asked after hearing no response you felt something touch your lap.

Seonghwa had passed out just from drinking some wine. Or maybe you just could hold alcohol a lot better than he could. You felt really bad that you didn't slow down and make sure that he was okay.

You ran your hands through his hair slowly. You heard him hum at the relaxing feeling. "You're awake?" you asked.

"Hmm," he answered confirming he was still awake.

"Oh goodness, I thought you passed out," you sighed in relief.

You handed him water to help him sober up. He was still just very tired. You vaguely remember Hongjoong talking about how quiet and tired Seonghwa got whenever he was drunk.

The two of you curled up by the fireplace and napped for almost the rest of the day, it was one of your best Christmas' yet.

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Yunho - The (Bad)Dancer

Once all the Christmas festivities came to an end and both of your families left your place you and Yunho were gassed. Of course, you enjoyed having both your families over but it was no easy feat hosting a holiday celebration.

Thankfully they had all left quite early but the two of you were bored and seeking some excitement. What better place to go than to a bar on Christmas night?

Most weren't open for the holidays but one was. The bar was mostly full of singles moping over beers, and old men watching soccer matches on the TV because half of the town lost their electricity.

The two of you took a seat at the bar together. "Is that really you?" Sang-hee, your best friend and owner of the bar, quipped as she gave Yunho a nod hello.

"Merry Christmas Sang-hee, can we start with two milk and cookie shots and two Mrs. Claws Cocktails," you asked as you put your purse down.

"Of course, that on the house, but what are you two doing at a bar on Christmas night? Should you be getting freaky deaky by the fireplace?" she asked as you made your drinks.

The two of you laughed at her teasing feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks. "Just give us our drinks Snag-hee," you said, rolling your eyes playfully.

The two of you finished your drinks while talking your heads off with Sang-hee joining in occasionally. "Sang-hee, two peppermint bark shots please," Yunho said, feeling all giddy and tingly getting buzzed.

"I don't think I'll drink anymore, I still need to drive," you said as you sipped your water.

"Then I'll drink for you," Yunho reassured as he took your shot.

He started to stagger a bit and slur his words and you realized that it was probably time to go home. You turned to face Yunho but he was nowhere to be found.

"Hey, have you seen-," you started before being interrupted by lots of laughter and clapping behind you.

Once you turned toward the commotion, you saw your husband dancing like a lunatic on the dance floor. You let out a sigh and watched him dance his heart out. It was a common occurrence for him to start dancing when he was wasted but it was never good.

Every time you told him that he danced when he was drunk, he never believed you. So you took the liberty to take out your phone and videotape him dancing.

Once he began to trip over his own feet you knew it was definitely time to take him home. You draped his arm over your shoulder and helped him walk out as the whole bar cheered for him and asked for one more performance.

As you drove him home he still continued to bob his head violently to the music playing and you couldn't help but laugh to yourself.

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Yeosang - The Nonsense Texter

It was the first Christmas since you started dating Yeosang that you had to do it long distance. After your own Christmas celebrations, you got into bed and texted Yeosang. You had seen in his story that he had gone drinking with his group members that night.

You: yeosangie! how was your Christmas?

Yeosang: g

Yeosang: goo

You: what?

Yeosang: D u lov me?

You: um yes?

Yeosang: rely?

You: yes, are you drunk?

You laughed to yourself in your bed realizing that he was definitely drunk. It was very uncommon for Yeosang. He held his alcohol very well, you had only ever seen him drunk on occasion but you never took him for a drunken texter.

Yeosang: who i this?

You: It's me babe ����❤️

Yeosang: what?

You: yeosangie?

Yeosang: ples stob it, only my girfrend calls me tha

You: i am your girlfriend...

Yeosang: o, hi baby

You chuckled to yourself at his texting. He barely made any sense. You took some screenshots just in case he tried to delete the messages out of embarrassment.

You: i'm going to let you sleep now, gn

Yeosang: who is thi?

You chuckled putting your phone away, getting ready for bed. You were so ready to tease him about it in the morning.

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San - The flirt

Christmas was definitely interesting with San staying at your house. You asked him to be on his best behavior at home but your parents didn't really mind with playful manner.

It was your first time bringing a boyfriend home, especially for such an important holiday.

Your parents were ecstatic that you were bringing a boy home and took every chance to embarrass you. Whether it was your dad telling him about your failed attempts at dating in high school or your mom showing him your baby and puberty photos.

San teased you about your emo phase throughout Christmas Eve dinner and you swore to get your revenge once you went to his parents’ place for New Year's.

Christmas Day was always hectic at your house. You were always cooking dishes and making sure everyone looked good for photos.

That Christmas you would be the one to make dessert and you dragged San into your endeavors. The two of you finally agreed on making strawberry swirl cheesecake after much debating.

At your shared apartment you and San always cooked while drinking wine so you did just that. San had a bit too much to drink but he was having a good time at dinner.

Your father kept filling his wine glass and he felt bad saying no so he just kept drinking. San would usually just be all lovey-dovey with you when he was drunk so you wouldn’t mind your family seeing him wasted.

To your surprise, he put his arm around your mom’s shoulders and kept on trying to make advances. It was entertaining, to say the least, he didn’t do anything crazy but he had mistaken your mom for you.

The two of you did look alike but she was flattered at how young he thought she looked.

It took you shaking his shoulder and reminding you of your existence, for him to stop flirting with your literal mother.

Your dad thought it was cute and your family couldn’t stop laughing about it even the next day. Once they had informed San about it he was humiliated. You poked fun at him about it, giving him the karma he deserved for making fun of your emo era.

In the bed, he got what he deserved but you concluded that you couldn’t take your flirty drunk boyfriend anywhere.

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Mingi - The Walking Speaker

You and Mingi were ready for Christmas. There were gifts under the tree. All the shopping was done and the house was prepared to receive your friends and family for the holidays.

The two of you finally plopped down on your couch and popped open a bottle of wine to share. The two of you silently enjoyed each other’s presence cuddled on the couch.

Mingi didn’t usually drink alcohol. He had made an effort not to drink years ago but he occasionally drank with you and his closest friends from time to time.

He got drunk pretty quickly. He often talked about holding his alcohol well but once he drank a bit he was wasted.

You decided to put the bottle away and join Mingi on the couch. You could decide on a Christmas movie to watch. You wanted to watch “Love Hard”(one of the best Christmas movies ever) and Mingi wanted to watch “Love Actually”(the worst Christmas ‘romance’ film to ever exist).

You decided to just let Mingi choose any movie but “Love Actually” and he chose to watch “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” The two of you were polar opposites when it came to romance films. You had the correct opinions and he had the wrong ones.

He liked, “The Notebook” and “Lala Land”(most overhyped romances) You loved, “It’s a Boy Girl Thing” and “Dirty Dancing”(best movies ever).

Halfway through the scene in the Grinch’s layer, Mingi yells, “Oh no, is he going steal Christmas?”

“Oh my god, you scared me,” you said placing a hand over your pounding heart.

"Sorry!" he shouted right in your ear laughing at your reaction.

“Oh Mingi, must you always be this loud?” you complained leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Jagiya, let’s play a game,” he suggested pausing the movie.

“Okay,” you said skeptically.

You knew exactly what game he was talking about and you let out an exaggerated sigh. Mingi’s favorite game to play when he was drunk was a game where you yell in the other person's face and see who does it louder.

So you spent the next minute yelling in each other's faces before you rested your head in his lap unable to contain your laughter.

“Okay that’s enough,” you chuckled.

The two of you continued the movie along with Mingi’s loud and unhinged reactions to the Grinch ruining Christmas for all the whos in Whoville.

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Wooyoung - The Gossip/Eavsdropper

You were having lunch with Wooyoung after a successful day of last-minute Christmas Eve shopping. "Feels so good to be done," you sighed after the two of you ordered your food.

"Finishing Christmas shopping should be a celebration in itself, so I ordered us a bottle," Wooyoung replied.

"Seriously? The plan wasn't to get day drunk," you joked, shaking your head at him.

"We won't get day drunk, I hold my liquor pretty well," he said.

"That's what you say every single time. Then I end up having to haul your ass into the car," you teased.

"Well not this time," he assured.

But then it was one glass. Then two, then one more.

You only had a bit because you knew you would be driving the two of you home. Wooyoung wasn't all that crazy when he was drunk he acted almost completely normal. Almost.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

You shook your head about to ask him what he was talking about but he violently shushed you. He listened to something attentively for a minute before finally turning back to you.

"The two girls behind us are seeing the same guy," he whispered.

"No way," you gasped.

"I don't like to gossip but I think one of them is his wife and the other is the mistress," he said, leaving you completely gagged.

"And get this, the mistress is 15 years younger than him," he started.

"No," you said in denial.

"And they're both in on it, they're planning to share his money when the geezer dies," he continued.

"You gotta be kidding me," you denied as you sipped your mocktail.

"Because the two women are seeing each other, they're dating behind the guy's back," he finished.

Your mouth was hanging open, you were completely gagged and impressed at his eavesdropping skills.

"But I'm not gossiping," he said.

"Yes you are, you always do when you’re drunk," you teased, getting ready to leave.

"I am not drunk," he rebutted as he took your hand and slid it into his pocket to keep you warm.

You leaned your head on his shoulder before saying, "I love you,"

"Babe, I think I'm drunk," he replied.

You laughed at his very late realization and enjoyed your afternoon with him as he gossiped some more.

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Jongho - The Liar

Christmas dinner with your boyfriend Jongho and his group members was a tradition that you always looked forward to. It was nice to see Jongho interact with his friends.

Even more fun to drink alcohol with all of them. You had never ever seen Jongho drunk, maybe a little tipsy but never drunk. The goal every year was to outdrink him but you always got wasted way before him and ended up having to go home early.

It was ironic how he was the youngest out of all of his group members and could still outdrink all of them. He was the oldest and the youngest in a way.

The two of you were running a little late but when you finally arrived you were greeted with smiles and hugs from everyone. All of you sat and exchanged gifts and got straight to partying.

Once everyone but Jongho(of course) was pretty much buzzed and all of you were tired of the drinking games you started talking about their latest comeback.

"The tour was so crazy, did you see how Wooyoung put the cake in Hongjoong's face?" Mingi chuckled.

"Yeah, I saw the video, it was hilarious," you laughed.

"Yeah, did you also see when we performed with Beyoncé?" Jongjo asked.

"What?! You guys met Beyoncé?" you asked, extremely shocked that you were never informed of this.

"Yeah we're working on a song with her don't tell anyone though," he revealed nonchalantly.

You looked around at his members in shock. They all nodded along holding in laughter and Mingi confirmed it was true with a snicker.

"What? Why are you guys laughing?" you asked cluelessly.

"He's tipsy," Yeosang said.

Jongho? Tipsy? Your Jongho, was tipsy?

"He lies when he's intoxicated," Yeosang explained.

You never thought you'd live to see the day he was drunk. You found it so cute that he couldn’t tell the truth when he was drunk either.

Sharing this moment with him was the best Christmas gift ever. Even though he still ended up having to carry you up the stairs because you had passed out.

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13 days til' Christmas

christmas party with exhusband!toji fushiguro ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: very suggestive(got carried away/honestly its smutty idk what's wrong with me), shower sex, unprotected p in v, angsty

a/n: y'all im so sorry this was supposed to be a fluffy little christmas post i swear. I also hate this and will probably rewrite though.

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Christmas was just around the corner. It was supposed to be a time of meeting family, gift-giving, and togetherness. Instead, you were stuck going through paperwork. Divorce paperwork.

You and your husband had agreed to divorce three months ago but the media still wouldn't know about it until you finished the last of the legal work.

You didn't know why but you couldn’t bring yourself to sign the final paper. It was so stupid that you were the one that suggested divorce and you couldn’t even stand to sign your own papers.

Toji probably already signed his and your lawyer(and his) were nagging the two of you about the papers.

It didn't help that you and Toji were in the same line of work. On top of that, you were both acting in the same romantic comedy show as love interests. The cherry on top was that the two of you got an invite to a Christmas party. It was only the most lavish Christmas party in all of Hollywood.

The two of you decided to go together because you were added to the guest list far before you divorced. It would be your last date. The two of you would have to make a huge effort to not argue in the middle of the party.

Your thoughts were beginning to tire you so you took one last look at the papers, unsigned again, like every other night for the past three months. You sighed as you picked up the book you had started when you and Toji were still sharing the bed you were now sitting in alone.

He had taken the liberty to move out a month after the divorce, leaving you your estate. You were in this big ass house with no one to share it with.

It was still the same house. The only difference was that Toji was gone and you were tucked into his side of the bed. It wasn't because you missed him or anything you were just there because you missed his scent and his warmth. But you didn't miss him, you were happy he was gone. Right? This is everything you wanted. Right?

You weren't wearing one of the button-ups that he had left on accident because you missed him. It just conveniently fits as a comfy oversized shirt for you.

You most certainly were not playing the old jazz songs that he liked to play when he forced you to slow dance with him because you missed him. You just never liked to admit to him that you kind of liked the songs that he played to his face.

As you slept, thoughts of him consumed, and for the first time you wondered, was this all a big mistake?

. . .

Weeks flew by as you found new crazy ways to keep your mind busy while your heart got heavier. As soon as you knew it, the day of the Christmas party arrived and you could finally call him without needing a stupid excuse.

You heard the line ring hoping and praying that he would answer so that you could hear his voice again after weeks of being starved of that beautiful sound.

"Hello?" he answered.

You sighed in relief as the vibrations of his voice entered your ears like water in a land of drought.

"Hey Toji, how much time do I have to get ready?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He took some time to answer but soon replied, "I'll be there in three hours,"

"Okay, I'll be ready by then," you replied as you fiddled with the necklace that he gifted you for your first Christmas together as a married couple.

. . .

"I don't know what to get you, I know you'll like anything I give you but I want it to mean something," he said after asking you for the millionth time what you wanted for Christmas.

"I already told you I wouldn't be so upset if my gift was you[oiled up on the bed with whipped cream and fruit roll-ups in hand]," you replied.

"Please just give me one item to give you and I'll leave you alone,” he pleaded.

You took some time to think before saying, "Get me a necklace, any necklace and I promise you I'll wear it every single day, even if for some crazy reason were not together,"

"We’ll never not be together, I'll never let you go,” he promised.

. . .

"Alright I'll see you then," he said.

I miss you...

"Okay, bye-bye,"

I miss you more...

Just like that, you went back to feeling like you were living in a world with no sound worth hearing.

You got up from your bed to get ready. You wanted to blow him away, you took a steamy everything shower, and did a face mask, and applied some light makeup.

You scavenged through your closet looking for the perfect dress to wear. Then you realized, you didn't have to wear a dress. You decided to wear a festive red suit with nothing under the vest. You were displaying a mouth-watering plunging cleavage. Not many people had seen your sternum tattoo but you didn't care to hide it.

You finished off the outfit with a killer pair of Louboutins. Everything that you were wearing were things that he had bought you thinking you would look good in them.

The only issue is that you were too scared to wear them because of your image. You let the increased amount of fame you were receiving get to your head. Maybe that was part of the reason why the arguments started.

You slicked your hair back and kept it down. It was a new look for you but it was a vibe you wanted to experiment with. It was so you. You were hidden behind bright pastels and fairy-like dresses all the time, it would be your first red carpet dressed in clothes you liked.

You were lost in the moment of getting ready with music blasting and putting your earrings on you didn't hear the front door open or the footsteps up the stairs.

You fidgeted with the necklace as you admired yourself in the mirror. You never embraced the more sensual side of yourself until now. It was weird but it felt right.

Even so, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Were you showing too much skin? Did you just look like a little kid playing dress-up?

"You look incredible," Toji assured as if he could read your every thought, He admired you through the mirror with a small smile on his face.

Your body jumped at the sudden intrusion. "Oh I didn't realize you were there," you said, crossing your arms feeling almost naked in front of him.

He walked up to you and uncrossed your arms placing his hands on your shoulders afterwards. He eyed you from your hair to your face down to your cleavage. His eyes stayed there for a while. She’s still wearing it. He thought to himself looking at the necklace he gifted you.

"You look perfect baby," he said and for a moment everything felt right. It felt like you weren't divorced. It felt like you were a married couple in love again.

You hugged him burying your face in his chest. "Thank you," you mumbled. You thought you would have the self-control to hold back but you didn't. Being in his arms was addictive and his scent intoxicating.

You quickly scurried away to get your clutch and the two of you went down into the car. He opened the door for you as always and he gave you aux as usual. It was like nothing had changed at all. You weren't married on paper but the two of you didn't act like it at all. It was as if you never got divorced. Kind of.

The two of you drove to his new house where the limo was waiting. There was a red carpet for this holiday party. The two of you were in the middle of a long line of limousines. You could see the celebrities on the red carpet taking photos together.

As you got closer and closer to the entrance of the event, you started to bounce your leg. Your nerves were starting to get to you and you began overthinking about what everyone else would think of you.

Just then you felt a large warm hand on your thigh. You looked down to see Toji's hand. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him, he was looking away but you appreciated the gesture. You could almost sense the shy smile and the blush that were most likely gracing his face.

If just for a moment you could just pretend that August never happened. Like you never got into that one argument that unpacked too many emotions at once. If you could pretend that everything was okay and normal, you would rest your head heavy with your thoughts, on his broad shoulder.

And so you did. You held on to his muscular arm and snuggled into his side. You could feel yourself calm down in his presence alone. He took your hand in his and looked down at you admiring your beauty. The time felt right, his perfume filled your head and the clicks of cameras started to die down. "I've missed you Toji, every single day that we were apart, I've missed you," you revealed. To him and to yourself you admitted that you missed him and regret consumed you whole.

Toji turned to you, shock painted across his face. He crouched his head down so she could look into your eyes. "I've missed you t-," Toji started before their limousine door opened suddenly.

The world around the two of you began to fill with the clicks of cameras and the chatter of reporters and celebrities. You flashed Toji a nervous look and he gave your hand a squeeze before stepping out of the limousine before you and helping you out.

Gasps followed with your stunning entrance. Your look was unique to what the media was used to seeing you. It was also far fetched from the image that your entertainment company wanted you to maintain.

Toji kept your hand in his the entire time. His touch comforted you. You felt confident enough to pose with him and by your lonesome. You looked over at Toji who was already watching you after you were done posing.

The two of you waved to the press and entered the venue. "You looked amazing out there," Toji said, looking away from you with a light blush adorning his cheeks.

"Thank you, you didn't look too shabby yourself," you quipped.

He chuckled and shook his head at you. Everything felt right. You weren't alone anymore.

. . .

Dinner went on without a hitch. You and Toji allowed yourselves to have fun and let loose. After the party, you and Toji got into the limo and you told the driver your address.

You and Toji sat in the car in a comfortable silence recharging your social batteries. The two of you were holding hands, you were snuggled into his side taking in his scent. He was running his hands through your hair. The ride was far too short, and as soon as you knew it, you had arrived at your house. But you would have to leave home behind in that limo.

"Look, I know our situation but, do you want to come in tonight? Just for today please I don't want to be alone tonight," you practically begged.

"Sure, okay," he agreed as he looked you in the eyes sympathetically.

The two of you thanked and tipped your driver before entering the house together. Toji led you up to your room and ran to the shower telling you that you could join him if you wanted. You waited and thought for a while before getting up and deciding to take him up on his offer.

You stripped completely naked before entering the bathroom. You could only make out his figure through the steamy glass of the shower. You opened the shower door and joined him.

The two of you were completely silent helping get each other's backs and helping with shampoo. It felt just like the times before except there was this lingering feeling of tension and uneasiness you just wanted to shake off.

You hugged Toji from behind. Your naked body against his, water trickling down both of you. He turned around, running his hand through your hair and raking it away from your face. Staring into your eyes longingly before crashing his lips against yours.

Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Were you scared? in pain? No. You were sorry. So so sorry. In between heated wet kisses, all you could get out was apology after apology.

. . .

"I don't know Baby, I just feel like you aren't very authentic, like you're acting like someone different, even around me now," Toji said.

"Well, the company said that it would be best if I acted this way, they said I would be taken more seriously," you explained.

"Baby, you’re going to lose yourself in this role, because you're just acting, this isn't you," he said.

"How do you know if it's me or not? Maybe this how I act, how do you know?" you asked.

"How do I know? I’m your husband. I am your husband," he said sternly.

. . .

You hadn't even realized that you were crying. It all looked like water anyway.

Toji's hand traveled from the sides of your face all the way down to your waist pulling you into him. You could feel his hot length twitch and harden against your thigh.

You moaned into the kiss thrusting your hips against his, your body seemed to have a mind of its own.

. . .

"I don't understand why you're acting like this. It feels like I don't know you and I'd like my wife back," Toji said as he entered the break room.

You had acted like an airheaded bimbo during the interview because your management told you that it would clean up your image.

"Well maybe you really don't know me," you rebutted.

"Why would you want to act stupid for approval from the internet instead of wanting to be recognized as one of the few outspoken actresses out there," he retorted.

. . .

Toji left hot kisses on your jawline that translated to hickeys on your neck. As he kissed down to your cleavage he kissed the pendant of the necklace that he gifted you that you still wore all the time.

You moaned his name loudly in pleasure, crying tears of regret, sadness, and euphoric joy.

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

so very sorry

. . .

"Don't you like me more now?! Why don't you like me more now?" you questioned after Toji refused to have sex with you unless you stopped this act.

Everything was different kissing you felt different, sex you felt different. It felt wrong because he felt like he was cheating on you with a completely different woman.

"Are we even married anymore? Do you even want to be married anymore?" you questioned.

"Babe, honestly I don't even know anymore,”

"I want a divorce. Let's get a divorce. Now," you said, waiting for him to fight with you, to fight for you to say anything.

He simply shook his head raising his hands in defeat before burying his head in them. That night he left and the only times you saw him again were for legal issues.

. . .

Your back was flush against the glass wall of the shower. Your legs were dangling in the air as Toji thrust into you holding your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

Your fingers were clawing at his back as his length almost split you in half.

You forget what it felt like to be so full. "Missed this pussy, missed it so much," Toji mumbled with his head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried with all his might not to go ahead and just explode inside of you.

You were milking him, unable to stop your walls from clamping down on his cock. You were uncontrollably creaming on his cock making a mess of him and his thighs.

"Ahn, I'm so close, I'm close Daddy can I please cum?" you asked, barely making sense.

"Yeah, c'mon baby show me how good I make you feel," he urged.

You needed no other words you immediately started squirting as Toji fucked you through your high chasing his own.

You felt his hot cum shoot up into you as his tip kissed your cervix. You never felt so full until then. You let out one last apology before leaning against his chest.

"All is forgiven baby, I'm just happy to have my wife back," Toji admitted.

"I've missed you like a fish stranded on the surface missed the feeling of water pumping through its gills. You're a daily need and I've been so deprived of you for so long," Toji said as he helped you shower again after making a mess of you.

It would've been my greatest regret to let you go...

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7 days til' Christmas

pregnant!reader goes grocery shopping with husband!miguel o'hara ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

15 days til' christmas ← previous part

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You thought that the first day of trying to hide your pregnancy from Miguel would be easy but boy, were you wrong. Miguel left for work a lot earlier in the morning, and you went to your practice and came straight home for your break. You couldn't find anything you liked amongst the Tupperware of foods that had your mouth watering the day before.

You decided to just snack on some pickles and Nutella. As soon as you knew it, you had finished the whole jar of pickles. It was only then that you realized you had eaten a whole jar of pickles. You hated pickles. But you didn't want to stop eating them.

You went through all of the rest of your shift wanting nothing but pickles and Nutella. It was a strange pregnancy craving but once you tried it, you were hooked.

Once Miguel got home you immediately asked him to go grocery shopping even though he had done some shopping the day before. "Alright, what did we come here for?" Miguel asks as he pushes the cart for you.

"Pickles and Eggnog," you said.

Miguel chuckled and asked, "Okay, okay that was funny, what are we actually here for?"

"Um, I wasn't joking..." you said blankly.

He still let out a soft chuckle but looked into your eyes, "Is that actually what you want? You hate those things?" he asked.

"Well I tried them out and now I like them," you answered.

"Okay," he said as he looked at you like he was solving a 40000-piece Ravensburger jigsaw puzzle.

The two of you ended up getting other random foods that you needed and other stuff that you snuck into the cart. "Who put a pineapple in?" Miguel started. You bring your finger up to his lips and shake your head for him to not even question it.

Once the two of you got home you continued to snack on your pickles and Nutella. "What are you eating babe?" Miguel chuckled.

"You've been really strange about food today," Miguel commented as he plopped down on the couch next to you.

"I just want to stop being so picky about food," you insisted.

"Alright then let me try this food combo," he said as ate one of the pickles with Nutella on it. You watched his face scrunch up before he forced a smile.

"So, what do you think?" you asked.

"This is the worst thing ever," he chuckles, earning a giggle from you.

"All jokes aside though, is everything okay? These kinds of cravings are very… strange," he said.

No, I'm pregnant and I really want to surprise you on Christmas, you thought to yourself.

"Yes, Seriously I'm fine," you reassured as you snuggled into him.

"Okay, I hope you feel comfortable telling me whenever something is going on," he says. He was very trusting in you but he also could tell when you weren't exactly telling the truth.

"I mean eggnog? Seriously?" he quipped.

"Okay, yeah, I don't know where that came from. But it's so good!" you said.

That night the fireplace crackled and Miguel had fallen asleep with his head resting on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair as he slept. "I know you can't hear me, but it's killing me trying to keep this pregnancy from you and it’s only been a day. I just want to surprise you on Christmas day when you see that positive pregnancy test," you said.

Admitting it to him even though he was asleep and wouldn't know the next day, lifted a weight off your chest. Just 6 more days till Christmas, you thought to yourself as you began to doze off and fall asleep on the couch with him.

. . .

next part → 6 days til' christmas

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26 days til' Christmas

militaryhusband!könig surprises you and comes home on christmas eve ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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You were spending your first Christmas without König. You didn't mind König being away for the other holidays; he was doing what he had to and doing his country a service. But, Christmas was important to you. He wasn't going to receive the gift you got him on time which made you even more upset.

You sat in front of your fireplace keeping yourself warm and looking up at the stockings you made for König and yourself. You wanted nothing more from König than for him to just be here. You knew it wasn't possible, so you didn't get your hopes up.

In order to stop your sadness from consuming you, you put on some music to slow dance to; you danced like he was here with you. You closed your eyes and allowed the tunes to carry you through the room gracefully. Just then you bumped into a rough object, but there was nothing quite this big in your living room. You opened your eyes and turned around and saw your man there in that mask he always wore. For a split second, you thought you missed him so much that you were hallucinating him, you pinched yourself to see if you were dreaming but you felt the piercing pain.

You squealed and jumped up to hug him. König felt you wrap your legs around his waist and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck. König sat on the couch and let you straddle him. He took his mask off so that you could see his face. You cupped his cheeks with soft hands contrasting his rough stubble. Tears of joy filled your eyes as you kissed him for the first time in a month. "You miss me, mein Liebchen[my darling]?" he asked, hiding you as close as he could.

"More than words," you whispered softly as you ran your hands through his short hair. He closed his eyes leaning into your touch.

"I take it things haven't been going well out there?" you asked as your fingers traced over new scars and wounds that you had never seen before. You kissed each of them until there was not one single part of his face that hadn't been graced by your soft lips.

He nodded in response to your question. His breathing was quite frantic when he had taken his mask off. He knew he didn't have to be ashamed of his scars around you, but he just couldn't help it. In his eyes, he looked like a beast, far too ugly and battered to be with you. Every time he came back you made him feel loved, you made him feel wanted, desired, beautiful.

"Come, my love, let's get you changed," you hummed, taking his hand and leading him into your shared room. There was nothing you loved more than babying your big boy once he came home. The reality of war was so hard on him, that he needed to be treated delicately by someone.

He took his shirt off and you saw a view scary enough to make a grown man cry. "Oh König, what did they do to my handsome husband?" you whimper seeing all his fresh wounds. You wrapped your arms around him.

"Mein Schatz, it's alright really, they don't hurt anymore," he reassured, rubbing circles into your back slowly.

"Whatever you say, I'm still going to treat them tomorrow," you started as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

"Thanks for being here, you know how special Christmas is for me," you continued.

"I love you, I want nothing but your happiness," König said, urging you to lay down in bed with him.

"I hope you're ready to open the gifts I got you there amazing this year, but honestly the only gift I need," you cooed as you snuggled into his bare chest. Your bed felt a little less cold with König there. His large hands were caressing your back gently, his lips kissing your forehead continuously. That night the two of you slept like babies together, innocent, not yet informed of the impurities of the world.

Then the next morning after you treated König, the two of you danced and laughed so much you forgot about the unopened gifts under the tree and embraced the gift of love for each other in your hearts.

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3 days til' Christmas

in which husband!miguel o'hara helps you through abdominal pains in your pregnancy⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

4 days til' christmas ← previous part

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When they first started you panicked a bit. After having a phone call with your doctor you were able to calm down. That morning you had woken up with the usual vomiting but you also had cramps and you were spotting.

Your doctor reassured you, letting you know that it was completely normal to be spotting during pregnancy and there was nothing to worry about.

'If anything abnormal happens, you should definitely come to the hospital though,' Miguel thought it was your period finally coming back. You were glad you shook him off your tail because he was starting to suspect something was wrong.

That relief didn't help the fact that it felt like something was stabbing you in the abdomen. The fact that you felt that pain while you were growing a human in there made you even more upset.

Miguel was in the kitchen making you some tea and getting you a Tylenol to have with your water. You curled up in a fetal position, teeth digging into your plump bottom lip, fighting away the tears that stung your eyes.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop your tears from spilling. Just then Miguel walked in with your medicine, tea, and something for you to eat. "Did I keep you waiting?" Miguel asked as he sat next to you and helped you sit up against your bed frame.

He wiped your tears as he watched you take your medicine and slowly drink the tea he had prepared. Miguel always hated to see you in such pain during your period. He didn't like it when you cried. He didn't want you to feel distressed ever.

So he did what he could and he ran his hands through your hair in the way you liked. Your head was nuzzled into his chest, his heartbeat helping slow down your thoughts. Miguel was your safe space. He was your shelter from the storm of all your spiraling emotions.

"I love you," you mumbled into him.

"I love you more," he answered, planting a kiss on your temple. If his furnace of a body wasn't warming you up, the blood rushing to your cheeks from how soft and gentle Miguel was with you was.

The two of you agreed on having yet another lazy day together. It broke Miguel's heart when you winced in pain occasionally holding onto him tighter when you felt sudden shocks of pain.

He couldn't do anything but rub your back and caress your stomach until it was time for your next dose and you could feel better again.

He knew that a lot of the time when you were experiencing cramps you played music or did something to distract yourself so he decided to put on one of your favorite comfort shows.

He didn't understand your deep emotional connection to a one-season animated show with only 10 episodes until he watched it with you and understood. Not only was the plot amazing, and the show hilarious, but it was also action-packed.

It also satisfied his urge to constantly match-make and gossip about things that are just not his business. You hated to enable this side of him but it was so silly to see him geek about things.

You enjoyed seeing Miguel talk about things that he was passionate about. It made his eyes light up in ways they never had before you truly got to know him. He loved when you asked him questions about his job and the specific sciences he studied all the time. He loved to teach you about the things that interested him so much that he dedicated his life to discovering different multiverses.

Most of all you loved it when Miguel came home to you. because every time he left to run the Spider Society there was a chance he wouldn't come back. You hated to see him all tattered up from a fight. But you loved to help him clean up. You loved being gentle with him when he was being treated the opposite way the whole day. You loved making him feel safe and the relieved look on his face the moment he saw you.

There was not a single period when you felt like you would be able to make it past the cramping stage until now. The overwhelming feeling of love and affection for Miguel overpowered the feelings of pain. Miguel was the father of your child and you couldn't have wanted anyone else to be that.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve Eve and Miguel is taking me out on a date. Just have to get through two more days, then I can surprise him. You thought to yourself as you snuggled into Miguel and allowed his own snores to carry you to slumberland.

. . .

next part → 2 days til' Christmas

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1 day til' Christmas

spending a snowstorm with husband!miguel o'hara on christmas eve⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

2 days til' christmas ← previous part

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It was the last day of keeping your pregnancy from Miguel and you couldn't be happier; tomorrow he would open his last Christmas gift and see a positive pregnancy test. You couldn't wait to share this great news with him.

The plan was to go to the hospital that morning but you miraculously got snowed in and you hadn't vomited that morning making it crucial to take it slow when drinking and eating.

Normally on Christmas Eve, the two of you shared a bottle of red wine and finished wrapping presents for each other and family and friends.

This Christmas, you would do the same but instead of wine, you’d have eggnog. Every single holiday Miguel is reminded that you hate the idea of egg nog. “Who would ever drink egg milk? That’s weird,” you said.

“I drink said, ‘egg milk’, it's one of my holiday comfort drinks,” Miguel would respond.

“I know but—“ you’d start.

“Please don’t yuck my yum,” he joked. “You’ve never even tried it before,” he continued.

You still had never tried eggnog but now you had a feeling that you’d like it. You took a small sip and your taste buds did pirouettes. Eggnog tasted like a sweet vanilla-flavored version of milk.

“This is good!” you exclaimed.

“Told ya,” Miguel responded as he began to wrap up personalized Fender guitar picks. He always swore Hobie got on his nerves but he still cared. Enough to get him such a valuable yet thoughtful gift.

The two of you enjoyed your drinks and marveled at the gifts you got each other. It was never really a surprise on Christmas day since you always wrapped everything together. There were one or two gifts that the two of you wanted to keep a surprise including yours. "What's this?" Miguel asked as he picked up a small rectangular box that had his name on it.

"That's your gift but I want it to be a surprise," you replied.

"Hmm, interesting," he replied as he put the gift down thinking it was something like a watch or a ridiculously expensive pen like the years before.

After two hours you were finally done wrapping all the gifts. You were both famished afterward. You were heavily craving some hot chocolate and marshmallows but you didn't have any marshmallows. On top of that, the two of you couldn't leave your home because of the snowstorm.

Thankfully, out of all of the random things that Miguel knows how to do, making marshmallows was one of them. You thankfully had all the ingredients, you tried to follow along but it was way too complicated. You sat on your kitchen island and asked him questions while he skillfully made the marshmallows.

You purposefully asked the dumbest random questions and he found it hilarious. While he was letting the marshmallows sit, he let you lick the bowl like you were a child again making cookies with a loved one that let you try the dough.

The two of you had prepared dinner while waiting for the marshmallows to finish setting. Christmas Eve dinner was your favorite because it was breakfast for dinner. This year's menu was eggnog French toast with cranberry jam and cheesy omelets with spinach and tomatoes in them.

In perfect timing, right after the two of you finished eating and cleaning up after your meal, the marshmallows were done. The two of you got comfy and cuddled on the couch wrapped in blankets watching Holidate with mugs with steaming hot cocoa in hand.

The night was perfect and your heart raced with excitement of what was to come the next morning. You fell asleep halfway through the movie so Miguel carried you to your shared room.

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The lovers were nestled all snug in their bed

While visions of a baby shower danced in your head

Santa sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

. . .

to be continued → Christmas Special

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21 days til' Christmas

building a snowman with singleparent!miguel o'hara and gabriela⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Gabriela was on winter vacation but Miguel still worked eight hours a day. He may have been his own boss but he still held himself accountable and worked just as much as his own employees. It was only fair.

You had been babysitting Gabi for ages. It had been almost two years since you started babysitting her. She had grown up so much in these past couple of years. Miguel also grew a lot as a parent and as a person.

You and Miguel only became official about six months ago despite Gabi's effort to get the two of you together from the get-go.

You were helping Gabrelia get the last of her snow protection on when you heard the door swing open, You heard fast and heavy footsteps running up the stairs at an alarmingly fast speed. Miguel made his way to the doorframe with his coat still on and his glasses on the top of his head. "Papa's on vacation!" Miguel exclaimed as he held his arms out for Gabriela.

She bolted towards him and jumped into his arms. He lifted her up and peppered her face with kisses until she made disgusted noises.

"Papa! That tickles!" she squealed giggling like crazy.

Miguel gave you a look before giving you a quick kiss.

"We were just about to go play in the snow, wanna join us Miguel?" you asked.

"Of course, I love spending time with my girls," he answered as the three of you stepped outside and began a crazy snowball fight.

Gabriella made a 'snowball' that was almost as tall as she was and tried her hardest to pick it up to throw at her dad.

"I don't think you can throw something this big mama, but we can make a snowman," Miguel suggested.

"Yay! Snowman!" Gabi cheered as she jumped up and down beginning to make the second layer. She was surprisingly good at making snowmen for a six-year-old.

You and Miguel made the head together and all three layers were formed perfectly.

"Gabi, let's go inside and get some clothes and such for the snowman so we can bring him alive," you said, taking her hand.

Miguel watched the two of you giggle and run around the house lovingly. He finally felt complete. He felt like it was his fault that Gabirelia's mother had died that day, he felt like he was the reason his daughter had no mother figure to look up to, and he felt like it was his fault that his beautiful Gabi grew up in an incomplete family for all those years.

That was until you came around and taught him how to forgive himself. How to stop blaming himself for inevitable things. You taught him that he is just a mere human, that every bad thing that happens in his life can't be his fault because he's not the one making them happen.

The two of you came back out with a carrot, scarf, sticks, pebbles, and a hat.

You both sang Frosty the Snowman obnoxiously until Miguel joined in while you gave your snowman buttons, a mouth, eyes a nose, a scarf, and finally its hat, which brought it to life.

"What should we name them?" Miguel asked Gabi.

"Jaxx!" she exclaimed.

Who's that? Miguel asked with his eyes

Kid she likes at school. You answered almost telepathically.

You didn't know how the two of you communicated with just your eyes but it came in handy at times.

Miguel laughed to himself, happy to see Gabriela having crushes and talking to you about them.

"Alright both of you let's get inside and have some hot baths and soup," Miguel said, ushering the two of you back into the house. The two of you groaned not wanting to leave.

"Come on, you ladies are going to catch a cold if you don't," he warned.

To that, Gabi responded by running into the house and going to her bathroom.

"Thanks for looking after her Cariño[honey], I can't express enough how thankful I am to you," Miguel said.

"I love Gabi, and I love you just as much, it's always a pleasure Miguel," you reassured as you draped your arms over his shoulder causing him to pull you in by the waist.

"You wanna know what else is always a pleasure?" Miguel asked.

You looked at him with a puzzled look.

"This," he said as he started tickling you, causing you to erupt into violent laughter.

"Stop- Bahahaha, Miguel please," you barely chuckled out.

He laughed at your reaction before ushering you up the stairs for a bath.

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10 days til' Christmas

figureskater!reader and hockeyplayer!gojo satoru's complicated relationship ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: miscommunication trope(Im sorry i know its annoying but like just read)

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Blue robin eggs, the sky, ice, oceans, jeans, pools, Uranus, smithsonite, opal, moonstones, and waterfalls. A list of all the things that are blue that could never do me any harm. But his eyes, they captivate they attract then they destroy and demolish.

On multiple occasions, I have been called the best figure skater of my time. I have broken records in multiple countries for the most turns, the first triple axel landed, first this and that. It felt good. Hell, it felt great.

But the truth is, I am a nervous wreck. Spinning is my specialty I do it so well and no one knows how. They say it seems like I never get dizzy.

But there is one thing I need that is always there to help me do what I do. Any dancer knows that the key to a good round of spins is a spot. Something you can focus on and keep looking at repeatedly so that you don't get dizzy.

When I spin I look for blue. Calming and beautiful but harsh and unpredictable. I look for him. Those eyes scream at me for attention. I turn so well because when I look away, my body forces me to look right back. But I could never tell him that. He hates me.

. . .

I'm the best hockey player because I practice more than the average player. I am the best because I worked too hard not to be. It is not an opinion it is fact. Most coaches will tell you that teamwork is key and I agree 100%. But, they lie when they say one singular person can't beat a full team of players because I can. That's—how good I am.

I stopped playing hockey because I loved it, years ago. I probably fell out of love with the sport when I was like 13. Now I play hockey because I love someone.

She's always there. Before I hit the ice she's out there destroying it while looking the most beautiful. We hockey players always complain about the figure skaters ruining our ice before we practice but truthfully I don't mind that she's the one ruining it. I wouldn't even mind if she ruined me.

She's already done a lot of damage to me, why not just finish me off and kill all my hopes of ever being in love again. I don't have to be in the rink two hours before practice and go over 'game strategies' when I'm really watching her skate. But I do it anyway because she has a way of pulling me in and then pushing me out. I love it.

I love her. I love seeing her. I love every second I'm in the same rink as her. I love how my mind plays games with me and tricks me into thinking that when she spins she looking straight into my eyes. Because I would rather think that than think about how much she hates me.

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"Darling, you won't know if you don't try," your mom urged.

You let out a long sigh and just got into the car. Your mom was a figure skater on her way to stardom before she tore her ACL and could never compete again.

Anyone who didn't know you and your mom's relationship would assume she was trying to live vicariously through you. Truthfully she was against you doing figure skating, after you decided you wanted to follow in her footsteps and figure skate as well.

You had watched a recording of her last competition. She did pair skating and she was in a last-leg competition to compete for Team USA in the Olympics. When she did her throw triple axel it looked beautiful in the air and the landing was swift. But she started making pained faces and soon enough she fell and couldn’t move her leg.

She had attempted to skate through an injury to her ACL and in the 30 seconds she skated after tearing it, she did irreversible damage to her leg. She was used to performing through pain but she said she had never felt such pain in her whole life. That's what made you want to start skating. The fact that your mother was so devoted to her sport that she could skate through one of the most painful injuries. That sparked your interest, you believed skating could make you strong. And it did but it also made you love.

You were hesitant to go to the figure skating lessons that you begged your parents to take you to because you were nervous. You loved to skate but you couldn't shake the feeling of prying eyes on you when you spun.

Since you were six years old you would go to the rink an hour earlier and practice until you got it right. The hockey boys usually had their practices after yours. So they waited to practice while watching you skate.

You had private lessons ever since you started making a multitude of qualifiers when you were in middle school. So, some of the hockey boys would be going over their game plans while you skated alone and some would just watch.

They didn't like you. Or one of them especially didn't like you. Gojo Satoru. Only the hottest guy in junior year. You had made enemies with him when the two of you were a lot younger. It didn't help that your parents were the best of friends and thought the two of you were close.

Every day you prayed the incident was just a dream and you were going to wake up and go to practice and maybe bump into Gojo and meet him again for the first time under better circumstances.

. . .

You were extremely late for your lessons. You had gone from your middle school promotional courses to tutoring then straight to the rink, no rest. You were running on three hours of sleep as a 13-year-old. As you sprinted down the halls nothing was on your mind but how you were about to apologize to your trainers. The boy's hockey team had a game on the main rink so you had to go to a side rink.

Without looking where you were going immediately slide out to ice. You were deaf and blind to the screaming boys and crowd and the lights shone in your eyes as a member of the opposing team was skating at you with the puck in his possession at full speed.

Wrong rink, wrong time, wrong position. You begged the ice to swallow you and consume you. Your legs were stone and your mind was cluttered. All you could hear was Gojo pleading for you to move out of the way so you wouldn't get hurt while racing towards you.

. . .

The drive to the rink was silent as you let thoughts of how you would possibly make it through practice today run wild. He would be there watching you with those eyes of his.

He had been away for a week at a tournament and you weren't taking it very well. His absence was kryptonite to your performance.

When the blades of your shoes hit the frigid ice you felt his eyes on you. In that moment your body burned like a furnace. No matter how cold his eyes were they had a way of setting you on fire.

The smell of dirty hockey equipment invaded your nose then all your senses. You took position and as your music started you allowed it to carry you across the ice. Once it was time for you to turn you hit every. Single. One. Your spot was blue. Your spot was him. It was good he was back.

Once your piece ended you received some applause from your coaches and some of the hockey boys. All the praise was worth nothing because you could have sworn he was watching you. So when you looked at him to see his arms crossed and gaze directed somewhere else, your heart sunk a little. He was completely unbothered by you, and you hated it.

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I was afraid that if I looked at her after her beautiful performance I might’ve cried. She made her new choreography look unreal. I hadn't seen her in what felt like a lifetime. I missed our little glances that I would always hallucinate were longing, knowing glances.

I missed the 40 seconds in passing that we would talk to each other as I got on the ice and she left the ice. I missed the dinners that our parents would force us to have together. Where we would have a civil conversation 'for our parents' sakes'(I truthfully looked forward to those dinners).

I looked forward to the hug I would give her. My arms wrapped around her cold body. My hands would graze her smaller cold ones. She would be fresh out of the shower after an evening session, and her hair would smell like her fruity shampoo and her sweet honey-scented conditioner. When she walked by me quick enough, the smells would waft and invade my nose and numb my senses.

Even when I looked away from her trying not to look in her direction, my mind wouldn't shut up about her.

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I hated how his lack of attention towards me bothered me so much. I hated how no matter how hard I tried, I could never hate him as much as he probably hated me. Today would be different. You wouldn't bother him today. As you skated off the ice you ignored him and skated right off. It took everything in you not to look back at him.

. . .

You stood unable to move as if your skates were frozen into the ice. Then everything went completely dark and all you could hear was the screams of your parents. You felt someone pushing you to the ground then everything went black.

. . .

next part → 8 days til' christmas

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30 days til’ Christmas

baking christmas cookies with song mingi⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Chilly winter afternoons with Mingi usually consisted of being wrapped up in warm blankets and staying in. But staying in also meant having everyone around.

You loved the guys but sometimes you just wished it could be you and Mingi. Your relationship was lacking alone time. Mingi quickly caught on to this so the next time he invited you over, he was the only one home. "What's going on? Where is everyone?" you asked cluelessly.

"They went out to eat and I wanted to take this as an opportunity to spend some alone time with you,” he replied as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Hmm, I’ve missed you baby, but I won’t miss Wooyoung and Jongho singing karaoke and shattering my eardrums,” you joked. Mingi's laughter followed.

"Cmon' I got something good planned for us mama," he said as he ushered you into the kitchen where baking ingredients sat on the table as well as cookie cutters and holiday-colored icing.

"We're baking?! You? Baking?" you questioned excitedly.

In this relationship, Mingi was the cook and you were the baker. There was no in-between. Mingi was amazing at cooking, you, not so much. Baking was your true calling, Mingi can't even make a cookie right.

"I know I suck at baking, but I also know you love baking just as much as you love Christmas," he answered.

What did I do to deserve this perfect man? You asked yourself. The two of you got straight to work making your holiday sugar cookies. Of course, you were a pro at this but Mingi wasn't so bright... "Why did you add so much vanilla extract?" you asked seeing that he poured enough to make 50 sugar cookies.

"Well I'm just adding to taste," he answered unbothered. You put your palm to your head and laughed to yourself.

"I love you," you confessed suddenly as you pecked his cheek.

The two of you attempted to make the sugar cookies together with you ripping your hair out because of how bad Mingi was at baking. The cookies thankfully ended up cut out and in the oven. The two of you cleaned up waiting for the cookies.

"You're like the Gordon Ramsey of desserts, you scare me," he started as the two of you sat on the couch together to catch a break while the cookies were baking.

"Well how was I supposed to react to you getting like a million shells in the batter?" you asked, poking him playfully.

"It was like two shells, and all is well," he rebutted. You let out a long sigh and rested your head on his shoulder.

"I missed this," you admitted as you took his hand, he planted a kiss into it.

"Me too, I should get the guys out more often," he chuckled.

Just then the oven beeped signifying the cookies were done. The two of you got up and took the cookies out. "These look beautiful Mingi! We did such a good job," you cheered as he hugged you from behind.

The two of you got straight to work and began to decorate the cookies with icing and sprinkles. Your ears were filled with Mingi's laughter and the crackle-pop of the fireplace. You were focused on making a reindeer cookie. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked diligently. He was admiring your skill and focus. He was looking at your eyes, while they were focused on something else yet he felt an overwhelming sense of love.

Seeing his girl doing what she loved brought him great joy. "Do I have something on my face?" you asked as you finished the last details, put the piping bag down, and looked Mingi in the eyes.

"You do now," he quipped as he swiped some icing on your nose.

"Mingi!" you squealed as you attacked his cheek with some icing. The two of you laughed together while finishing up the rest of the cookies. You took the first bite and almost vomited in your mouth.

"Mingi these are terrible," you cackled. You couldn't stop laughing. You didn't know what was wrong but you found it so funny how they turned out. Mingi took a bite afterward and spit it out in the trash.

"Oh God, those suck," he chuckled.

"You know what we should do with them?" you asked mischievously. Like he had read your mind he answered,

"Give them to the guys and say they taste amazing?"

"Yeah," you giggled.

Mingi probably got dragged into Hongjoong's room afterward, but his reaction was priceless. You even got it on camera!

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18 days til' Christmas

attending diavolo's christmas dinner party with boyfriend!barbatos ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Your afternoons were usually spent at Diavolo's castle baking with Barbatos, but today was different because it was Christmas, the most happiest time of the year.

Barbatos was prepping for a big dinner party and you, the seven brothers, the angels, and friends were all invited. That entire group mixed together meant chaos but you and Barbie enjoyed watching all the drama go down anyway.

You were just about to get ready when you realized that you had no idea what to wear. You were on the verge of panicking when you remembered you literally lived down the hall from Asmodeus.

You burst through his door immediately. "Asmo I need help picking out my outfit please come to my room.

"Do you know how to knock?" Asmo asked sarcastically as he admired his nails. He had just painted them in his iconic teal and pink.

"Please Asmo, I don't have time for this get in my room," you demanded rolling your eyes.

"Goodness, looks like someone's eager to get me in their bed," he muttered under his breath smiling to himself.

"I heard that! You're not funny," you snapped.

Oh whatever, what's got your panties in a twist?" he asks as he immediately walks to your closet throwing clothes he doesn't approve of on the ground.

"I just want to look perfect tonight. I haven't seen Barbatos since I got back from Earth from my two , month-long vacation. I want to look great for him," you admitted.

"Well you're not going to look great with this on," he joked as he pulled out a crazy dress that you owned from last Easter.

You chuckled at his stupid joke before sitting at your vanity to start your makeup.

"Um put that brush down. You asked me for help so I'm going to be in charge of your whole look," Asmo explained as he finally pulled out the most beautiful open-back cream-colored bodycon maxi dress.

"Oh my god, I own that?" You asked with shock.

"This is what happens when you stuff all the clothes that we buy when we go shopping together in the back of your closet," Asmo said shaking his head in disappointment.

"Fine, I promise I'll listen to fashion advice more often," you sighed.

"Good because if I catch you leaving the house in sweatpants one more time, it's over for you," he said darkly before laughing to himself.

Weirdo. Sue me for choosing comfort over style. You thought to yourself.

You put the dress on and paired it with a pair of white pumps.

Asmo put your hair and a sort of messy updo that allowed your curls to fall in front of your face framing it perfectly.

"We're not going to do much for makeup since the dress is such a pure clean color we'll go for the same look Asmo explained as put some blush onto your face.

You had no idea how he was so good at it. He knew where and how to apply everything so that you would look almost unreal.

You were finally done it was time for you all to head to Diavolo's house. Naturally, Mammon and Leviathan were fighting the whole way there.

You missed the Devildom so much that it felt like a second home to you.

As you arrived at Diavolo's, Mammon finally piped down and told you about a new watch he had purchased the day before.

Your chatter ended when you entered the main foyer greeted by none other than Barbatos and Diavolo.

"Hello all, Merry Christ-" Diavolo started before you interrupted him by running into Barbatos' arms.

"I've missed you so much," you chirped as you peppered his face with kisses.

"I missed you more," he replied as he placed his hand behind your head and pressed it against his chest.

"Blech! Please guys get a room my goodness," Mammon said as he walked past you straight to the dining hall.

"Mammon, have some manners," Lucifer sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

You and Barbatos just laughed at the chaos already beginning around you.

"Lucifer! It's been too long!" Diavolo exclaimed as he put an arm around Lucifer.

"I was literally here yesterday," Lucifer responded.

"Why don't we all make our way to the dining hall?" Barbatos suggested calmly reeling the group in.

Everyone sat down and broke into conversation and enjoyed their meals.

You and Barbatos were having your own conversation catching up on each other vacations. The only issue was that Mammon wouldn't stop interrupting the two of you.

"I know you're datin' my human and all but I just wanna let ya' know that I was her first," Mammon said glaring at Barbatos.

"That always sounds so wrong when you say it," Barbatos chuckled as he ate. You nudged him and giggled along with his joke.

The two of you tried to talk but there was too much going on. Barbatos suddenly took your hand and whispered in your ear, "What do you say we get out of here?"

You smiled to yourself feeling the heat rise to your cheeks after feeling his warm breath against your ear making the hairs on the back of your neck raise.

Everyone was laughing and conversing too consumed with the festivities to notice the two of you seeking out.

Barbatos brought you to the kitchen and asked if you wanted anything. "Chamomile would be great," you said.

Barbatos made the two of you tea as you sat on the kitchen island talking about the souvenirs you bought for him in Italy.

"I wish I could have come with you, I have been meaning to go to a cooking class there, I noticed you and Diavolo have been taking a liking to pasta recently," he explained.

"I know you would've wanted to but that's why I got you a cookbook made by the infamous Gino D'Acampo!" you exclaimed waiting for his impressed or surprised reaction.

"I'm sorry who is that?" Barbatos asked in the nicest way possible.

You laughed at his effort to not hurt your feelings before explaining, "He is one of the most well-known Italian cuisine cookers,"

"Really? Thank you, you really didn't have to get me one of those," he answered as he gave your hand a squeeze.

"I wanted to," you insisted.

"I love you so much," Barbatos said looking deeply into your eyes.

Barbatos then took your teacup from your hands and put it aside. He then placed both his hands on your shoulders. As the two of you looked at each other enjoying the silence Barbatos leaned in slowly. You could feel his breath hitting your lips.

His lips were almost an inch away from yours. He placed himself in between your parted legs, snaked his hand around your waist, and pulled you in closer. The whole thing was happening painfully slow but the two of you were savoring the moment.

You draped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss. You pulled him closer to you slowly and when your lips finally connected it all felt mythical.

The kiss was wet it was hot but it was quick. Rushed. Hands wandering all over. It was messy, improper, and should have never happened. Not there. Not where someone could catch them.

For the first time ever Barbatos gained the traits of Beelzebub. He allowed his hunger for you to consume him. Self-control was thrown out the window.

Barbatos ran his fingers through your hair destroying your updo. Your hair fell to your shoulders and Barbatos moved your hair out of the way so that he could kiss your neck leaving hickys in his wake.

The lustful feeling enveloped the two of you. You were in your own bubble of tension and longing. You hadn't even noticed that Lucifer walked in looking for toothpicks. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt I just-" Lucifer started unable to finish his sentence obviously flustered by the situation the two of you were in.

You fumbled to fix your dress and rubbed the lip gloss that smudged at the corner of your lip.

Barbatos fixed his hair and straightened his collar. "No, I'm sorry. Toothpicks?" he suggested knowing Lucifer far too well.

"Yes, please," he replies awkwardly.

After Lucifer left the room you and Barbatos couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe that just happened," you giggle.

"We should probably head back," Barbatos suggested taking your hand.

"For sure," you said as you hopped off the counter oblivious to the marks displayed on your neck. Your hair thankfully draped over most of them.

You joined everyone in the room and the festivities continued.

"We can all see those hickies mama," Asmo whispered nonchalantly as he ate his dessert.

"WHa?" you gasped as you looked down and saw the hugest hickey on your neck. You quickly moved your hair to cover the hickies. You heard Asmo stifle laughter.

Barbatos chuckled at your effort to cover the mark and was amused when a couple of people noticed them.

By the end of the party, everyone was tipsy or drunk, everyone except for Lucifer. "Alright now it is time for us to go home," he said motioning for you to come with him.

"I think she'll stay the night we have some unfinished business," Barbatos said shooting him a wink.

He didn't need anything more to get the message and leave with his brothers.

That night you planned on getting freaky but instead ended up falling asleep together the moment your bodies hit the bed.

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5 days til' Christmas

in which the mood swings are swinging during your pregnancy with husband!miguel o'hara⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

6 days til' christmas ← previous part

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Waking up that morning it was the same routine of feeling discomfort and nausea. You thought maybe you would get used to it but that proved quite difficult the next morning as you were hurled over the toilet.

You felt bad waking Miguel so early in the morning but he insisted it was fine and he knew you needed him to be there for you. You were more than thankful to Miguel for taking his day off from work and starting his holiday vacation early for you.

Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. You were sobbing on your bathroom floor because you felt so loved by Miguel and that made you happy. "Hey, hey are you okay?" he asked as he directed all his attention to you and wiped your tears that wouldn't stop flowing.

"I'm just so happy you're here," you sobbed.

"Aw, mi vida[my life], have I been away for too long, have I been neglecting my wife?" he asked as he embraced you and caressed your hair.

"No, it's just," you started, you let out a frustrated sigh you just couldn't stop your tears. "I'm just so content," you said.

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That morning you and Miguel were eating breakfast together. He made his usual piping hot cup of black coffee(weirdo) and he was sipping it because it was still very hot. You hated that. You didn't know why. But it disgusted you.

"Why are you doing that?" you asked, knowing it was a completely normal thing he did all the time.

"Doing what?" he asked obliviously.

"The way you're drinking your coffee, It's weird, I hate that sound," you said, almost gagging when he did it again.

"It's still hot," he said blankly.

He sipped his coffee again and that's what set off the waterworks. You sobbed telling him that you hated the sound. "Just get out! Get out!" you said pointing at the door.

He put the newspaper down trying to remain calm and walked over to you slowly taking his glasses off. "Stop just stop! Why are you walking like that?" you sobbed as you ran into your shared bedroom, locked the door, and wailed.

You heard Miguel's heavy footsteps he was probably pacing back and forth worried and trying to figure out what to do. After a while, when you had stopped crying you heard soft knocks on the door. "Nena[baby], can I come in?" you heard Miguel ask in a soft tone of voice.

He didn't hear a response but the door opened and he saw you there with red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Hey, I'm sorry for sipping weirdly I guess," he said, taking both of your hands.

"No it's not your fault," you said quietly looking down ashamed that you blew up on him over him drinking his coffee.

"Why did the coffee and my walking make you so upset?" he asked

"I literally don't know," you sobbed the tears spilling again.

"Okay, shhhh, you’re fine you're okay, hey, please don't cry," he said, wiping your tears away and hugging you.

"Sorry I'm so hormonal, probably just starting my period soon," you said resting your head against his head.

Thinking that it would be easy to hide your pregnancy from Miguel was so wrong. Your symptoms were flaring up and guilt from lying to him was eating you alive.

You hoped that nothing crazy would happen for the rest of the day. Other than being sick and eating and drinking a lot more than you usually did, everything was fine.

Until that same night, you and Miguel ordered pizza and he folded it. Miguel. Folded. His. Fucking. Pizza.

You did end up crying again, locking yourself in your room threatening to divorce him if he even tried to talk to you. He did sleep on the couch that night. But hey it was only 4 more days until you could finally surprise him on Christmas day.

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next part → 4 days til' Christmas

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2 days til' Christmas

going on a strange date with husband!miguel o'hara⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

3 days til' christmas ← previous part

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Keeping your pregnancy from Miguel to surprise him on Christmas day was no easy feat so you really hoped he appreciated all the effort you put into lying to him.

The two of you went to the gym together that morning after spending two whole days lazing around. Afterward, the two of you visited your parents since you would be celebrating Christmas Eve and Christmas alone together because there would be a huge snowstorm.

While Miguel and your father along with your sister's wife probably talking about stocks and politics in his study over scotch, your mother, sister Angelica, and you watched Christmas Hallmark movies while wrapping gifts and filling stockings. "Ladies, I have an announcement," you started as you put a trinket in your father's stocking.

"What is it?" Angelica asked.

"Please don't tell me you're staying over for Christmas, you know what happened last time," your mom said, referencing last Christmas when you and Miguel attempted to make dinner and almost burned down half of the kitchen.

"No, I promise that won't happen again," you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"You and Miguel are still banned from my kitchen," your mom said firmly as she put extra candy into your stocking.

Her comment was met with giggles and a teasing nudge from Angelica. "Tell us your good news sis," Angelica said as her giggles died down.

"I'm pregnant," you squealed.

In response, your mom and sister squealed as well and fangirled over the fact. "No way!" Angelica said, taking your hand.

"Oh my god, how far along are you?" your mom asked, taking your other hand.

"I'm two months pregnant, I just found out like 5 days ago," you said.

Your mom and sister squealed again and paused the movie to turn their full attention toward asking you a million questions about your pregnancy.

"Have you started the nursery?"

"Are you planning the Baby Shower?"

"When will you know the gender?"

"Do they know they're going to have the best aunts ever?"

"Do they know they're going to have the best grandparents ever?"

Then the golden question was asked by your sister, "Wait, does Miguel know?"

You shook your head 'no' with the stupidest smile on your face. "I'm waiting until Christmas to tell him, it'll be a surprise," you explained, already imagining his reaction in your head.

"That's so cute, he'll be ecstatic!" Angelica exclaimed.

"I was wondering why he didn't walk in here and just start talking our ears off about how excited he was to be a father," your mother chuckled as she put on her reading glasses and already started scrolling through Amazon for strollers.

"Mom, there's no need to do that please!" you laughed. You were far too late because when you looked at your sister her laptop was propped open and she was designing invitations and looking at party favors for your baby shower.

"Don't worry hon' we got this," your mother said as she sent you like 20 cribs to look at.

After the three of you got done with wrapping gifts and filling up stockings, you made some fried Oreos and got some help planning your baby shower and gender reveal party. Your mom had bought some Christmas gifts for your baby which were the cutest things ever as well.

After you had lunch with your family you said your goodbyes and put the gifts they had gotten for the two of you into your trunk. Your mom shot you a wink as you waved goodbye and the two of you got ready for the date Miguel had planned.

He took you to the place where the two of you had your first date, and where you first met. It would’ve been so cute if you weren't pregnant. The place that you had met was a sushi bar. Of course, it wasn't going to be easy to hide your pregnancy from Miguel but come on. He was practically parading the one food you loved most right in your face not knowing you couldn't eat it.

"Aw I love this place thank you, Miguel," you said leaning your head on his shoulder.

He heard the slight strain in your voice and wondered what was wrong. Once your waiter came to your table he shook it off. Miguel didn't know much about sushi so he probably wouldn't know it if you ordered something that had no raw fish in it. You usually just ordered and he would eat whatever you ate. "We'll have a shrimp tempura roll, a California roll, and an Angry Dragon Roll," you said, giving back the menu.

"That's different, it's not your usual favorite," Miguel said when the waiter went to get your order to the chef.

"I just wanted to try out something new," you responded.

"Okay," he said, again having full trust in your answer. That sad feeling pulled at your heart when you lied to him seeing how much he trusted you and almost never doubted you.

Your food arrived and it did a good job of keeping guilt off of your mind until Miguel ordered soju. Soju is alcohol. I can't have alcohol. You thought to yourself. "Um, Miguel I'm thinking no on the soju today," said suddenly, your waiter sensed the tension and gave you two a moment.

"That's fine, but please tell me what's up?" Miguel asked, almost begging. Of course, he realized that you were keeping something from him a while ago but, he always gives you space and time to process your emotions and situation before you talk to him about it.

"My stomach has been bothering me all day(not a lie), and it feels like my head is spinning all the time(also not a lie), I just haven’t been well," you explained.

"Do you want to go home? I'll take you to a hospital tomorrow if the snowstorm doesn't start early. I'm worried about you," he said as he moved his hand from your shoulders to cup your cheeks.

You leaned your forehead against his. Hoping maybe this would make him read your thoughts and know that you are okay. "Miguel, I'm okay, I am," you assured taking his hand and putting it on your chest.

"I just want you to be great, to be happy, not just okay," he said. You almost chuckled at his words, you were much more than happy, you were elated.

"Babe, I have never ever been happier," you said almost giggling.

It was only then Miguel knew with his eyes prying into yours, that you were telling him the absolute truth. For the first time in days. "Let's get out of here," he said, taking your hand.

The two of you walked through the stands and attractions on the streets going home afterward. The two of you were spent after your shower. You went immediately to bed and cuddled each other. "How are you feeling?" you hear Miguel's low lazy voice mumble.

You hummed yes in response on the edge of sleep as Miguel massaged your scalp. "You know, I love you. I can't wait to spend another Christmas with you but, can you promise me something?" he asked.

"Yes of course," you murmured into his chest.

"Please promise me that what's going on isn't a bad medical thing, like cancer or something," he said nervously awaiting your answer.

"It's nothing like that," you responded, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Miguel planted a thankful kiss on your temple lulling you to sleep with the sound of his heartbeat in your ears.

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12 days til' Christmas

christmas day at the military base tending to könig's wounds ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Most people in the world didn’t have to spend all of Christmas Eve and Christmas morning fighting on the front lines and interrogating captured enemies but once the job was all done most of your fellow troops were gathered in the cafeteria drinking their hearts away.

At KorTac there were no such things as Christmas vacation or going back to your family for the Holidays.

In a world ridden with war, pain, and suffering, conflicts didn’t stop themselves from happening for the Holidays. You arrived at base a few hours ago, you had taken two hours interrogating enemies and one hour showering.

No one ever got to shower for that long but what the hell? It was Christmas. No one was going to stop you from getting a decent shower. The water was hot today and you were content.

You told yourself that you wouldn’t go and drink tonight because you didn’t want your sleazy and very much married colleagues to try and grope and/or flirt with you as always.

For the sake of their spouses, girlfriends, and your sanity you never entertained their advances. That was why most of the men in KorTac didn’t like you. That was the intention anyway. You didn't need any of them to like you. You just needed your best friend to like you.

More than ten troops from each group died every day you were in battle. When you all went out for battle it felt more like a death sentence because you didn’t know if you were going to make it out.

After spending your whole life in this brutal system you made it a habit to not make any friends. You couldn’t beat the pain of losing another.

König was an operator alongside you and a few others. You met him when you were very young. An older general had saved you from what troops assumed to be a ghost town. You were found in a building almost crumbling apart. Hiding from anyone who might come in and hurt you while war was happening less than two miles away.

They found you when you were six years old. They planned to take you to an orphanage and put you up for adoption. But there was something strange about you they thought to be intriguing. At six-years-old you picked up your first gun and shot a target almost perfectly.

Ever since then, you have been used as a war weapon. You were eager to make yourself useful to the people who saved you because truthfully, you had no family to go to. You had watched them die from the crack of the little closet you were hiding in. When you turned fifteen, you met König. He was 17 at the time and he was an outstanding troop. Almost better than you.

Naturally, you and König became the bestest of friends. You were the only young ones in KorTac for a while so no one really talked to you other than the general that saved you years before. He was like a father to you.

Your friendship with König started with competition but with time the two of you became an unstoppable team. König was still out on his battlefield today, you couldn’t help but wonder if everything was okay, his team usually didn’t take this much time.

You tried your hardest to convince yourself not to go to get a drink but you found yourself walking down the hall to the dining room while braiding your wet hair to the side.

As you made your way to the dining room you heard a sudden commotion. Your nosey ass decided to go outside and see what it was.

Just then you saw König’s crew arrive in their rucks as they came out each and every one of them had a major injury. They were all being rushed to the med bay. Most of them couldn’t even walk.

Just then you saw König step out of his truck. He had a huge gash on his leg. They had attempted to stop the bleeding but the cloth on his leg was a violent red and soaked with blood.

Even with his critical condition, he was still running around to help his colleagues get to the med bay. You found yourself helping out as well naturally.

As the last of the troops were being treated there were no nurses available to help König and he had nowhere to rest either.

“Let me help you take care of these wounds,” you said to him. It was more of a command though and König knew that it was in his best interest to comply. He didn’t want to though. If there was one thing that König didn’t like about you, it was that you didn’t mind seeing him in a vulnerable position.

In silence, he followed you to your room where he already had his onset of clothing for when you tended to his wounds. He took a seat on your bed that he barely fit on as you took all your supplies out. You took your balaclava off and took a seat in front of him.

Masks and balaclavas when used to conceal identities. It wasn’t common for troops to show their faces to each other no matter how close they were. You and König didn’t mind the unspoken rule at all and were maskless around each other all the time.

When König took his mask off he thankfully only had one small cut. He was a very handsome man. He didn't exactly think so, but you thought he was one of the most handsome faces you had ever seen. "What did they do to this beautiful face of yours?" you asked as you began to dab the cut with rubbing alcohol.

König didn't respond flustered by the sudden compliment. You chuckled to yourself at his reaction. You placed your hand on his cheek feeling his prickly 5 o'clock shadow. Looking deep into his eyes you brought your face closer to his and kissed his scars.

"You know you don't have to do that every time. I mean, why kiss the ugliest part of me?" he asked.

"I'll kiss them until you call these scars beautiful and not ugly," you said as you helped him take his gear and his shirt off.

The two of you regularly tended to each other's wounds. So you had naturally seen each other half-naked before. He thankfully had no deep cuts on his torso. You gave him ice to use on a bruise that formed after his vest was shot.

König was a bit nervous about being indecent around you even after all these years. He sat there in just his boxers after you left the room to "use the bathroom" when you were really just giving him privacy to take his pants off.

You unwrapped the shirt that was barely helping with the huge gash on his leg. You brought him to the bathroom where you cleaned his wound with clean tap water. You used an antibiotic ointment. König occasionally groaned in pain.

The pain increased even more when you started ding his stitches. You occasionally blew on the injury and apologized continuously. You finally finished and covered the injury with a sterile bandage.

"There, all done," you said letting out a long sigh relieved that you hadn't made a mistake.

"Thank you for always taking care of me," König said.

"Of course, anything for you," you said, giving him a sweet smile.

"Let me get something really quickly," König said, getting up and rushing out of your room with a light limp.

You took this as the perfect moment to take out the Christmas gift that you made for König. The two of you often picked up random hobbies together. This month's hobby was knitting. You knitted him a light pink scarf. No one would see it under the shirt he draped over his head anyway.

König came back hiding something behind his back and you hid his gift behind your back as well. At the same time you both revealed your gifts to each other. You both exchanged gifts.

You opened your gift and in the box lay a pair of black knitted mittens, König opened his to see a pink knitted scarf.

The two of you laughed at how similar your gifts were. “Thank you König, really. I love these,” you said, hugging him.

“Oh course, meine taube[my dove], Merry Christmas,” he said, patting your head.

“What do you see we join those verlierern[losers] for a drink?” he asks as he puts his scarf on and puts his mask back on.

“Sure why not?” you said putting your mask on as well.

The two of you drank until you were completely wasted and König was feeling a bit tipsy. Which was impressive on his part because you lost count of how many runs on the rocks he drank. Meanwhile, you were spent after four gin and tonics.

König carried you to your room and played you down on the bed. Just as he was about to walk away you grabbed onto his pants. König’s drunken habit was to be quieter but yours was clinginess. “Please don’t go, Teddy, you’re so warm,” you whined pulling him closer to you.

He smiled at the nickname you gave him that stemmed from when he let you drink when you turned 21 and you ended up clinging to him calling him a teddy bear.

“Cmon not tonight, prinzessin[princess],” he cooed.

“Please don’t leave me, Teddy,” you begged, pulling him right next to you in your bed.

“Wie kann ich Nein zu dir sagen?[How can I say no to you?]” he asks himself as he cautiously gets in bed next to you.

You wrapped your arms around his big torso and snuggled into his chest. Your breath naturally keeps time with your heartbeat.

“I love you, Teddy,” you say as you hurl almost vomiting all the contents of your stomach again.

You give his cheek and neck a few kisses. König felt the heat rise on his face as your sudden affection.

“I love you more, goodnight, meine süße[my sweet one],” König murmured as he planted a kiss on your temple and took in your sweet scent.

He held you in his arms for the rest of the chilly Christmas night. He was sure to help you when your huge hangover hit you in the morning.

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