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watermelonsugacry · 2 years ago

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Hii! I don't know if i didn't check properly if you had written it, but when is their weddingggggggg, are the 1d members invited or is it an intimate gathering!?!?!?! i need to knowwwww!

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A/N: SINCE 2010 ficmas day 5! sorry for the super late post again, im so bad at this lovies 😅 but she's finally here and probably one of my most favorite chapters in YNrry's story!!

SUMMARY: YN and Harry finally (and secretly) tie the knot in her hometown surrounded by their closest friends and family on their anniversary. Here is where they reminisce a couple of Christmases back when they officially became a couple along with some unexpected circumstances. (8.7k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist // ficmas 2022 masterlist

"YN!" The couple looks up towards the front door to see a very excited Penny on the porch. The two bark out a laugh as they see the woman with her hands in the air, her hips shimmying from side to side before making her way down the porch steps. YN meets her step mum halfway and they join each other in a tight warm embrace.

After YN and Harry wrapped up their last shows of the year for their world tours, it was time to pack their things and fly over to Doncaster for their small, secret wedding. They’ve done their best acting work yet in keeping their engagement away from the public eye for almost a year and it was finally time to fulfill their promise to become husband and wife on their anniversary.

After some careful planning, the couple ultimately decided to have their wedding at the Tomlinson’s family home right in the backyard with a few selected guests outside of their immediate family members.

"Hey mum," YN mumbles into the older woman's shoulder.

"Oh, it's so good to see you, my baby," Penny reaches out, gripping Harry's wrist to pull him into the group hug as well. YN’s stepmum has so many wonderful and cheerful qualities about her but the one thing that Harry loves the most about the love of his life's mum is that she never fails to make someone feel so welcomed.

"Ugh, you're here. You both are finally here. And you mister," Penny pulls back to shove a playful finger at Harry's chest. "I haven't seen enough of you in a hot minute."

“Been a bit busy with work and everything but never too busy for you, Pen,” He gives the older woman a charming smile. Penny squeals and pinches at Harry’s cheek.

“Yeh too sweet, can’t get enough of you!” Penny hooks her arm through with her daughter's and walks back towards the grand house, "Harry leave those bags there in the car. I'll have Louis and the boys come out and help you with that so if I see you carry them inside I'll smack yeh. Come on!"

As they walk up the rest of the gravel driveway, Harry can't help but think back and reminisce on the night he took YN to his mum's house for Christmas almost four years ago in 2019.

...

Harry opens YN’s car door as she carefully tries to take off her seatbelt while simultaneously trying to keep a homemade cookies bag from toppling over.

While YN spent Christmas Eve/Louis’s birthday with the rest of the Tomlinson clan, aka her family, she couldn’t possibly deny Anne invitation to spend Christmas day with the Styles. It was a new experience for her spending this holiday away from her family, but she was more than happy to comply with her best friend’s mom’s wishes.

After spending two months in Malibu earlier in the year, and after having having a much needed talk with Harry about their feelings for one another, they’re still trying to navigate how to go through with their acts of devotion towards one another. As much as it hurt the both of them to end their relationship once more, they decided to do the healthy thing for once and focus on themselves and their mental health first before pouring out everything they have toward someone else.

It turns out that their crisp trepidation was too heavy to simply shake off so quickly.

Their friendship, however, could never be tossed aside.

When she closes her door with her hip, she can hear Harry close the backseat door and he holds the Christmas gifts they brought for the Styles family. Anne’s house reminded YN so much about her stepmum’s home: a tiny little cottage-like home with a vast amount of greenery surrounding the area. It instantly brings a smile on her face and makes her feel at home being away from home.

“Hey um,” YN looks up at Harry as they walk up his mother’s driveway. “I just want to say that I really appreciate you being here. I know you spend this time with your family so I just wanted to say that it means a lot that you’re here with me. You really didn’t have to.”

“Well, remember I’m only here for Anne,” YN jokingly reminds her friend.

“M’being serious though.”

“So am I.”

“YN,” Harry stops them as the reach the front door. Due to Harry's hands being full, she takes the liberty to reach out and ring the doorbell. “Look, before we go inside, there's something I need to tell you...”

“I’m all ears.”

“I-”

“YN!” Anne's voice breaks through the space and she’s instantly lighting up from the older woman’s energy. Anne wastes no time pulling her in for a hug while Harry is left hanging in nervousness. “Merry Christmas, hun.”

“Merry Christmas, Anne. It’s been so long,” YN says over her shoulder. She’s missed her so much more than she realized as she almost gets emotional at her embrace.

“Too long. It’s a crime that Harry doesn’t bring you along when he comes home,” The two women look over at Harry but YN notices how he quickly puts a smile on his face. She slightly furrows her eyebrows at his actions but before she can fully question him, Gemma comes out from the hallway and walks towards the three of them.

“Hey you,” Gemma immediately wraps her arms over YN’s shoulders.

“Hey Gem. How’ve you been?” The two of them sway quickly back and forth for a second before pulling away.

“Great now that you’re here. Hopefully my brother hasn’t been giving you much trouble,” Gemma says while nodding her head to Harry. When she looks back at Harry again, she sees his mum helping him with the gifts they brought. He looks up at her again as well and smiles a closed lipped smile, they kind where his dimples don’t dig into his cheeks in the way she likes.

What’s up with him?

“Never. Oh—” YN quickly remembers the big ziploc bag in her hand. “Me mum made cookies earlier today and she wasn’t gonna let me come over here without bringing you all some.”

“Aw, you all are too sweet. I love that pretty Penny to death,” Anne gushes as she takes the bag from her extended hand and beckens YN and her son to come further into the house. “Make yourself at home, YN. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the family and later we have some games we’re going to play. So bring your A-game, the Styles are very competitive—not like you don’t already know. Especially these two,” Anne points to her two children.

“Well m’not one for losing either, Annie, so they better have their guards up,” YN smirks and the two women pretend to be baffled before they all break out into chuckles. “And I will, thank you.”

When Anne and Gemma both walk and disappear further into the home, YN turns to Harry and begins to take off her shoes. “You alright, babe? You look a little pale,” She puts the back of her hand to Harry's forehead just to make sure. Harry shakes his head and softly grasps her hand in his.

“Yes...well maybe? I dunno, really,” He lets out a nervous chuckle and it only makes her more concerned. “I just need to let you know that—”

“Uncle Harry!” A little boy YN recognizes to be one of Harry’s few nephews comes running up to the two of them and Harry is quick to put a bright smile back on.

“Hey, look at you! You’re so big now,” Harry wraps his arms around the back of the boy’s legs and lifts him up. “You’re a full-fledged adult now, aren’t yeh? Look at that mustache on your lip. See that, babe?”

“Oh yeah,” YN plays along with Harry’s teasing. “Might need a trim soon, for sure.”

The young boy laughs when Harry wiggles his fingers under the little boy’s armpits before setting him down. Soon after, the little boy is dragging his uncle further into the house and into the living room announcing how he needs to show him all of the new toys Santa brought him last night. When Harry gives her a shrug of his shoulder with yet another tight-lipped smile as he gets whisked away, she’s left wondering what he needs to tell her so badly.

...

When Harry trails behind his fiancée and her mum inside the Tomlinson house, the sound of chatting and commotion fills the spacious living room instantly.

“Aunt YN!” A little carbon copy of Louis comes running to up YN and he tightly wraps his arms around her torso.

“Freddie! Aw you’re too big now, lad. Almost didn’t recognize yeh. How are you, little man?”

Harry happily looks on at how the Tomlinsons come up to hug and greet YN before they get to him. YN can’t help but coo when Lottie carries in her new baby, she does her secret handshakes with each of set of twins and warmly greets the older Tomlinson grandparents. As Harry finishes greeting Lottie’s boyfriend, he fondly looks at how her and Louis give each other a kiss on the cheek before staying in their embrace for a minute longer than she did for the others.

“Why didn’t no one tell me one of my favorite girls is finally here?” Anne quickly wraps her arms around YN as soon as she pulls away from her childhood best friend's hug.

“Should I be offended that my mum hugged my fiancée first and not me?” Harry hurtfully yet playfully asks his old band mate.

“Deeply,” Louis jokes before pulling him in for a hug, patting him heavily on the back. “S’good to see you, man. Ready for the big day?”

“He’s been ready since he was practically sixteen,” Gemma interrupts with a sassy smile. “He’s gonna have to blow the dust off the paper he wrote his vows on from how long ago her wrote them—hey!” His sister laughs when he gives a playful (yet very real) shove to her head.

...

The night has been a blast so far. The Styles family were much like Penny and the Tomlinson’s in how family is at the core of their lives. After getting introduced to the few family members she didn’t know, they quickly accept her like they’ve known her all their lives.

Harry can see just how naturally good she is at everything. She wins over the grumpy grandparents who only seem to smile once a year and now has them doubled over in laughter. She’s a fierce competitor at all of their family games and doesn’t hold back from her brutal skills as she goes head to head with him over a play of some guessing game. When it’s time to set the table, she’s quickly removing herself from her close spot next to Harry to help Anne with anything she needs.

“Well, she certainly seems like a lovely girl,” Gemma says lowly once she’s slid on over next to her brother. “Very companion worthy.” When she sees him start to pinch worriedly at his bottom lip, she gives him a sympathetic smile, “Still haven’t told her yet, huh?”

“No, and neither will you.”

“You’re gonna have to tell her, H. You have to tell one of them or else it’s just gonna blow up in your face,” His older sister reasons. She’s right, and he knows that she’s right.

“I will,” Harry lowers his voice when he sees YN and his mum come out of the kitchen with plates of food in their hands as they go about setting up the dining room table behind him.

It startles him when he feels two hands on his shoulders and he feels a smile creep onto his face when he feels the side of YN’s face press up against his, “Dinner is officially served. Come on, your mum wants you to sit next to her, and I want to sit next to you.”

With a squeeze of his shoulders, Harry feels giddiness zip through him at her comment and ignores the knowing look his older sister gives him as he gets up from the couch.

...

As everyone gets settled in—mums hustling in the kitchen, little ones running every which way, and the older children talking among themselves in the living room—Louis and YN take a moment to sit outside together away from all the chaos. The backyard was essentially all set for tomorrow. As the two sit on one of the couches of the spacious backyard, in front of them sits two sections of seats, a walkway in the middle and an altar made of branches awaits at the end. The arch of the altar is filled with white flowers.

The couple was thankful that the England weather was relatively warm this year as there was barely any snow in sight.

As the two stare out at the set up, YN lets out a sigh, wrapping her arms around her legs and fidgets with the butterfly ring on her finger, “This is kind of surreal, yeh know? Like, after all this time we’re finally gonna do this,” YN huff out a giggle. “Remember when Harry gave this ring a couple of Christmases ago? Feels like ages away."

Louis offers his cigarette to her and she shakes her head to decline.

“That’s around the time he told me he had a crush on you.”

YN snaps her head towards her childhood best friend, “Whot! He told all those years ago?”

“S’not like it was a secret. He practically kissed the ground you walked on. It was pretty fookin’ obvious, love. You know...eh never mind.” Louis shakes his head with a smile and brings the white stick back to his lips, taking a long drag.

“Oi! Y’can’t say that and then not say what you were going to say,” YN pushes at his shoulder.

“I dunno why I even brought it up. Don’t know if I should even tell yeh,” YN raises her hand as a threat to hit his shoulder and he slightly cowards back with his hands raised. “Oi, alright, alright. It’s not even a big deal.”

“Y’making it seem that way though. Y’got me all nervous.”

“Well,” Louis tilts his head back as he blows the smoke out from his lungs. He scratches his eyebrow with his thumb with a sigh, “He’d kill me if he knew I was telling yeh this but...y’mum wasn’t the only one he asked for a blessing to marry you.”

She furrows her eyebrows and tilts her head as she looks to her childhood best friend, her brother.

“Are...are you sayin’ that Harry asked you as well?”

Louis just gives her a small smile and silently nods down to himself, bringing his cigarette to his lips once more.

In the next second, her eyes begin to water at Harry’s gesture. The fact that he went the extra mile to ask her childhood best friend—the man who she sees as an older brother—if he had approval to become her husband makes the love she has for her fiancé grow more and more. She turns her head to look behind her and through the sliding doors that see into the kitchen.

Penny has Harry’s hands working on needing out a tough ball of cookie dough. He listens intently to her instructions as she pours various cookie toppings into different bowls. His own mum rummages around the kitchen as well, helping learn how to make her soon-to-be mother-in-law’s infamous chocolate chip cookies.

It seems as though Harry must not be kneading the dough fast enough as her mum comes up behind him and aids his hands into the mix. YN can’t hear it from being outside but Harry’s face says it all as he begins to laugh at the playful action. His eyes crinkle and his dimples pop out as he lifts his shoulders in a fit of giggles.

YN huff out a small laugh through her nose at the sight and she can’t stop the rogue tears that escape as she falls more in love with the man inside.

“M’happy for you, love,” When she turns her gaze back to Louis, he nods toward the house. “Harry he...he really loves you, YN. He’s gonna be a good husband. And if he isn’t, I’ll kick his arse.”

YN can’t help but let out a watery laugh, wiping under her eyes before snuggling under his extended arm, “I believe you.”

They both enjoy the quietness of the outdoors a little longer until they turn their heads to the sound of one of the doors sliding open.

“Auntie YN,” Freddie excitingly steps onto the porch, his cheeks turning pink by the second.

“Freddie, where’s yeh coat?” Louis scolds.

“Sorry daddy but Grandma Penny said it's time for you to come inside or, or else you’re going to get sick,” The little boy with his father's eyes quickly explains before scurrying off inside.

“You coming inside, Lou?” YN asks, still stuck to his side. He gives her shoulder a squeeze and throws the bud of his cigarette into the grass.

“Let’s go. Yeh know, you’re gonna be having to scold yeh own kids pretty soon.”

“One step at a time, Lou.”

...

It was safe to say that it’s been a good while since YN has had a home-cooked meal and Anne never fails to provide such delicious food—especially now as everyone feasts on their full plates. Harry’s mum sits at the head of the table, her two children sit in the next seats beside her and YN is seated happily next to Harry. As they all eat and chat away, YN puts a hand over her mouth to prevent food flying out from laughter at one of his uncle’s stories.

Throughout the dinner, her and Harry have been acting like they usually would any other time they’re together. Like when they were all sitting on the couch listening to funny (and embarrassing) stories about each family member, YN sat contently under the comfort of Harry’s arm draped over her shoulder. Or after a round of another guessing game, Harry takes her in his arms and gives her a spin after their team’s victory; boasting loudly and planting a friendly kiss on her cheek.

Or like now as YN’s giggly body subconsciously leans over to Harry, he doesn’t think twice about putting a hand on her knee, leaning further into her as he lets out a laugh of how own.

“And when I looked down, it was in my hand the entire time!” His uncle explains the ending to his amusing story and the table goes into another fit of laughter and chuckles. His aunt brings a clothed napkin to wipe under her eyes and playful smacks her husband’s shoulder.

When YN looks to her best friend, they both shake their heads as giggles and chuckles push past their lips. She gives him the smile that always makes his knees weak and he’s never been more thankful to be sitting down at the sight.

Anne looks over fondly to her son and YN next to her and can’t help but wave a hand excitedinly in front of her, “YN, dear. I’m so happy you came over for today. But you’ll have to excuse Uncle David over there, he’s a bit of a jokester.”

“Not at all,” YN dimisses with a reassuring wave of her hand. “My uncle Teddy is the same way. It’s nice to see that humorous uncles run in good families.”

It’s nearly impossible to not be in awe of the woman sitting next to him. She’s just so naturally good at everything, and much like her stepmum, she can always make a person feel welcomed, special even, with just one look.

“I’m just so happy that my son has finally brought his girlfriend over for Christmas,” Anne beams from her seat at the head of the table and YN’s fork squeaks against the china plate. Harry nearly chokes on the glass of wine in his hand and Gemma looks up at her the two across from her with wide eyes. The wind gets knocked out of YN as she failed to notice that he was seeing someone on the side, that she failed to notice the possible woman in the room...but another realization presses down on her chest.

She can feel her best friend tense up next to her and it all makes sense now: Harry didn’t tell his mum that they weren’t together anymore. Harry’s mum was referring to YN.

YN thinks quickly and instead of politely correcting his mum or throwing out all of the questions racing in her mind, she smiles softly at Anne and says, “Thank you for having me.” When she turns her gaze to Harry, he sees him give her an appreciative smile, “M’really grateful to be here with all of you. I’m a very lucky person today.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Harry comments truthfully. He’s so grateful to not only have his best friend over for such a memorable day but for her not exposing him to his entire family on Christmas day. He removes the hand on her knee to bring her hand to mouth to place a kiss on her knuckles and the table looks onto them fondly.

Before Anne can get all teary-eyed over the sight, she puts on a loving smile and announces for everyone to continue to eat up before the food gets cold. As everyone dives back into their own conversations and the room is filled with chatter and silverware claking again, Harry leans over to whisper in YN’s ear.

“Thank you.” YN gives her friend a warm smile like he’s telling her something loving, partly because she feels for him and partly because his mum hasn’t taken her eyes off of them yet, “I can explain.”

“Later,” YN whisper back, interlocking her hand with his. “In the meantime, is yeh nose alright? Looks like wine sky-rocketed out from there from the news," She giggles behind her own glass and Harry falls more in love with her with every passing second.

...

As the night before their wedding day comes to fruition, everyone in the house was sent promptly to bed to be ready for tomorrow—especially the bride-to-be. Penny, Anne, Gemma, and Lottie all shooed Harry away from his fiancé and made sure YN was tucked into bed as soon as possible as she needs her beauty sleep before the most important day of her life.

While Harry was shoved into a room of his own, he couldn’t stop tossing and turning. As excited as he is for the next day to arrive, he can’t seem to fall asleep without his love snuggled up next to him.

As the rest of the house is already in deep sleep, Harry pads his bare feet out of the guest room and makes his way into the kitchen. He knuckles at his eyes and reaches for the handle of the refrigerator.

“Not gettin’ cold feet are yeh?”

Harry nearly jumps out of his skin, quickly turning around to spot his fiancée sitting on top of the dining table. She holds back a laugh around the cookie in her mouth and he notices that she has a steaming mug sitting on the table by her hips.

“Of course not. Been waiting forever for this day, think m’just too excited to sleep,” He makes his way over to her to stand inbetween her swinging legs. “What are you doing up?”

“Same here. Too jittery to wait until tomorrow,” YN keeps her gaze on the mug next to her as she dunks her stepmum’s homemade cookie in the hot chocolate as she bashfully says her next words. “Plus, I couldn’t really fall asleep without you with me so...”

It’s hard for the two of them not to be reminiscent of always meeting up back in the kitchen: from their two month trip in Jamaica, while making his second album in Malibu, when they officially became a couple in 2019—it all seems a little full circle.

"Will you be a good bride-to-be to your soon-to-be husband and let me have a bite?" He nods toward the chunky cookie in her hand with a grin, ultimately deciding that he can't tease her for her sleep comment because it's the same reasons he's up. He leans forwards when she offers him some but scoffs when she swerves it out of the way at the last second and into her mouth.

When she finishes her chewing, he hushes her laugh by pressing his lips to hers. He pulls her in closer by gripping her hips and she happily cards her fingers through his hair. When teases his fingers under the waistband of her sleep shorts, she pulls away with a giggle.

"Harry, baby we can't here," She whispers into the air as he begins to nibble down the side of her neck.

"Why not?" He mumbles onto her skin and the sound of his boyish whinnying makes her smile.

"Because, quite literally, our closest family members are all currently sleeping under this roof. Me mum can walk in on us. Or your mum. Or Louis-"

"They will walk in on us if you don't hush up," Harry points out and it makes his dimples dig into his cheeks when she giggles softly. "Don't you want me, baby?"

"I want you," YN mumbles shyly and it has him quickly bringing his mouth to hers again. She pulls him closer with a tug of his hair and he groans against her, a noise that has her shushing him just the same way he did to her.

They try to keep as quiet as they possibly can but it turns difficult when they can't stop giggling and hushing each other. Especially how she has to dig her face into his shoulder when he tugs their shorts just low enough until her can push inside her or being shushed when he has to stop to move the steaming mug of hot chocolate to the seat. He tells her to be quiet through a chuckle when she goes to lay her back against the hardwood table and she lets out a string of giggles when the table starts to creek from their movements. Her laughs turn into quiet moans and whimpers when he begins to pound into her and he brings his hand over her mouth as they both come undone.

After busting out the disinfecting bottle and vigorously wiping down the table, Harry escorts her back to her room.

“What?” YN questions when he sees Harry give her a lovesick smile, the same kind of smile that begins to tug one on her own lips.

“This is our last night with you being my fiancée.”

She hums out in agreement. It’s at this moment that she realizes that the scary feeling in her tummy for tomorrow isn’t necessarily out of fear, but excitement. All this time she thought she might be second-guessing herself, making herself think that she wasn’t good enough for Harry, that he deserves someone better. But this gooey twist in her stomach is from how giddy she feels, about how much he loves her. He wants her to be his wife, no one else.

She can’t help herself from stepping forward, placing a hand on Harry’s chest to lean up on the balls of her feet to gently press her lips to his.

“Good night, my fiancé,” She mumbles against his lips.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“Until tomorrow, my love.”

He reluctantly pulls himself away from her with a deep sigh, “I’ll be waiting at the altar.”

“I’ll meet yeh there.”

“Good night, lovie.”

“Good night.”

YN giggles at how neither one of them makes an effort to move from their spots.

“You love me?”

She barks out a laugh but quickly puts a hand over her mouth to muffle the contagious sound. He puts a warm hand over the one over her mouth while the other puts a finger to his lips, a dimpled smile already breaking out.

“I can’t stand you,” She teases in a whisper. “But of course I love you. Agree to marry you, didn’t I?”

“Damn right you did,” He boasts, walking backwards down the hall. “Good night, baby.”

“Night,” YN bites her bottom lip to tame her smile and leans her head on the door frame. Before she can get her hand on the door, another giggle comes tumbling past her lips when he quickly makes his way over to her again to give her a loving kiss. He brings her left hand to his mouth to plant a kiss to the ring her gave her before forcing himself down the hall to the guest room.

...

Harry had his explanation ready. It was all planned out a rehearsed to a T, but now as he stands before YN’s awaiting eyes in his mum’s kitchen the next day, he loses all the words he knows.

Yesterday was packed with activities and fun and laughter that it was hard not to pull her away from all that and explain himself. He couldn’t be the cause of her loosing her bright smile as they play another guessing game with his family. He couldn’t be the one to interrupt her laughter while they assembled gingerbread houses.

And the one time he actually had the chance to pull her off to the side, his little nephew pointed out that they were under the misletoe. All of his worrying thoughts came to a stop when she looked up at him with a shrug of her shoulders as his family all had their eyes excitingly locked on them. How could he even think to hesitate when she was so willing and pliable in his hands as he cups her face and presses his lips to hers—their first kiss since they’ve split up a couple of months ago. It was a short and sweet kiss for the sake of his family standing before them but how he wished they were the only ones in the room.

And there certainly was no way he was going to wake her after she falls asleep with her head on his shoulder as the older cousins sit around the living room to watch Christmas movies. When everyone begins to file out of the living room wishin him good night, all he can really do is carefully manuver her so she’s between him and the back of the couch and drap a blanket over the two of them. His heart and the warm feeling inside his chest only grows when she blindly reaches out for him, pulling him close and tucking her head in the crook of his neck.

Now in the cold light of day, Harry has to face the music and explain why his mum thinks the two are still together after already being months apart.

“It’s...look I,” Harry takes in a deep breath. It was already hard enough to proper gather his thoughts at the sight of her alone so it was extremely difficult now under the circumstances. “I didn’t mean to lead her onto to anything, I promise. She was so happy when we were actually together and, and when we broke up, telling her wasn’t necessarily the first thing on my mind. I meant to tell her soon enough and it completely didn’t come to mind that she still thought that way when she invited you over for Christmas. I appreciate you playing along and I’m forever in you debt because of that but, I will tell her. I will tell her today and as much as it will hurt her, I can’t imagine how hard all this is hurting you.”

Harry lets out a deep sigh. He had everything planned and it all came to bite him back in the worst way.

"Hurting me?" YN questions and he's taken back when she gently takes a hold of his chin so his gaze meets hers. "You've been doing the complete opposite. Yeah, this is all a little weird given the situation and I might have been caught off guard but...I miss you. I've missed you for...I honestly don't think I ever stopped missing you. I've been meaning to tell you that I'm ready to be with you, officially, but there never seemed like a good time. And I completely understand if you're not ready to be with me yet or don't want to be with me at all-"

YN is silenced by Harry stepping forwards, cupping her cheeks and pressing his lips to hers.

When he pulls back, he's met with her beautiful eyes that are glazed over in confusion.

"Don't want to be with you at all?" Harry asks in disbelief. "Of course I want to be with you. There's never a day that goes by without me wanting to be with you, YN. I'm ready, I've been ready. No more bullshit or back-and-forth or confusion. I want you, plain and simple."

"I want you, too," YN beams before pulling him back into her.

The two have gone back and forth between being together and not being together over the past two years but this time it feels different, it feels right.

"Well, good morning to you too."

Anne's voice instantly has them pulling apart and taking a step away from each other, like a couple of teenagers caught in an obscene act. Harry's mum smiles warmly at the couple as she goes towards the stove, "Tea, anyone?"

Harry and YN tuck their lips in and one glance at one another has them beaming in embarrassment.

...

"Baby, you have to stop pacing." Penny softly comments from her spot on the dining table as watches her daughter walk back and forth. YN hasn't stopped twisting at the ring on her finger. She's not doing it in contemplation or regretting her decision for this day, it's just a nervous habit she's done ever since she can remember.

"Knock, knock. I’ve got a special delivery from—” Louis peaks his head in from the curtained sliding glass doors and stops in his tracks at the sight of his childhood best friend—his little sister—in front of him.

YN stands before him in her mermaid-style wedding dress. The sleeves are off the shoulder and the length of her dress stops right at the bottom of her feet. Her veils trails behind her and cascades down her back and onto the ground. Her make-up is done naturally and her hair is down and clipped out of her face.

Tears threaten to escape his eyes but he sniffles them back as best he can, “Wow, YN. Yeh look...amazing.”

“I don’t really feel amazing,” YN continues her pacing, holding her hands in front of her stomach as she continues to twist her ring and push down on her fingers with her thumbs. “I dunno why I can’t stop my mind from racing. I’m happy, so fookin' happy right now, but I just can’t stay still and, and I feel all nervous and what if I trip and fall while I’m walking down the isle. This all feels so—”

“Hey, hey. Take a breath alright,” Louis quickly steps over to her and places gentle hands on her bare shoulders. He non-verbally instructs her to take in deep breaths with him: in through his nose and out through his mouth. “S’normal for to feel like this, love. You’re happy and you love him and that’s all that matters. But if you don’t want to go through with this either, I’ll start the car up and we can go down and grab a burger, alright? No one can say anything about it.”

After a couple of breathes, YN opens her eyes and flicker them back and forth between his.

“I, I want to see him. Like, if he can just tell me that it’s all alright, that this is all fine or to just hug him or something...”

“Well, I may not be able to give yeh that, but he did tell me to give you this,” Louis grabs a piece of paper from his inner suit jacket, YN carefully unfolds the paper and nearly cries at the sight of her fiancé’s hand writing.

Everything will be alright, my love. I can practically hear you pacing from the outside the house and please stop twisting at your ring or craking your fingers. Your hands will be in mine soon enough. I’ll be waiting at the altar. I love you so much it hurts. Harry x.

YN huffs out a laugh through her nose at how well he knows her. Harry wasn’t even told what she was doing, surely in hopes to not make him nervous but he knows her like the back of his hand. YN doesn’t even realize how her breathing as calmed down or how less jittery she feels from her anxiety earlier. She doesn’t even realize how big of a smile she has on her face until Louis takes her chin in between his fingers.

“She’s acting like he hung up the moon and stars by the way she’s smiling like that,” Louis jests and YN doesn’t even try her hand at a witty comeback.

“Thank you, Louis. I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for everything you’ve done for me,” She says sincerely. “From when I was a little girl till now, you’ve taken care of me and looked out for me like a big brother should. You mean the world to me and I love you very much.”

With a tight lipped smile, he pulls YN into his arms before she can see his eyes begin to tear up.

“There’s no need to thank meh. I’d gladly do it all over again if I had to.”

The three of them turn their attention to a knock on the sliding glass doors before Gemma steps in with an excited smile, "It’s time.”

...

YN can hear the infamous wedding music begin to play outside and she takes in a shaky breath. Penny puts a loving hand overher daughter's that are tightly gripping onto her bouquet and it instantly calms YN’s nerves.

“Ready, my baby?” She gives her daughter the warmest smile, the smile that’s engraved into YN’s memory ever since she was a little girl. Penny was the only woman her no-good of a father brought home that actually acknowledged baby YN. Penny gave up her free, hippie lifestyle for one of a mother’s and it was a decision, a promise, she continues to fulfill every passing day since. She has been the parent, the provider, and the support that YN needed and YN is forever grateful for the woman standing beside her.

Penny has been more than two parents combined and so after giving her mum a nod, the glass doors slide open and the two woman begin their walk down the isle.

As YN takes her steps down to the altar, she spots the familiar faces around the small number of seats.

She passes by Mitch and Sarah as she’s slightly bouncing their baby boy in her arms.

She passes by the Tomlinson girls—the family she grew up with and calls her own.

She passes some of Harry’s close family members and holds back a giggle when Uncle David gives her two thumbs up.

She passes by the empty seats that were reserved for her two other bandmates who “couldn't make the trip” (an obvious outcome that the couple forshadowed yet still sent out the invitations nonetheless) but she smiles warmly when she sees her favorite blond lad. Niall smiles brightly at her before looking down at his shoes in hopes for her not to see the way he starts to tear up.

She passes Anne and Gemma in the front row, both with loving looks lighting up their faces. Harry’s mum mouths that she looks so beautiful and puts a shaky hand over her heart.

She passes Louis as he watches her with his lips tucked to the side to help stop himself from blubbering like a baby. He has been so calm, cool and collected during all of this but actually seeing his baby sister walk down the isle in her white dress is hitting him like a ton of bricks.

And lastly, she sees Harry standing before her at the end of the altar dressed in a simple yet classic tux, red-nosed and teary-eyed at the sight of his bride. When he meets her gaze, he quickly knuckles away the tears before giving her her favorite dimpled smile. He takes in a deep breath, unable to hold back the sob that racks through his chest.

With glossy eyes, Penny plants a gentle kiss to her daughter’s cheek before reaching out to place YN’s hand in Harry’s. He gives the older woman a kiss on her cheek, as well as a reassuring nod of his head as a nonverbal way of saying that he has her. After stepping up to face one another, Penny takes her place on the other side of the front row and as the ceremony begins, she seats herself next to the empty chair reserved for Jay.

...

“YN,” The officiant turns his attention over to the bride. “You may now read your vows.”

After Gemma hands YN the small piece of paper, she looks up to see her groom give her an encouraging smile.

“Harry," YN takes a shaky breath in and her vision already gets blurry. "Shit. Oh! Fook, I'm sorry. Shit! Ahh wait!" She puts a hand over her mouth as the audience laughs at her antics. Harry’s shoulders shake up by his ears and the outer corners of his eyes crinkle as he laughs.

"I love you," he leans over to plant a kiss on her cheek.

He lets out another laugh when she gives him an uneasy look of disbelief.

"Harry,” She starts again. “I don’t think there are words good enough to describe how much how I love you. You’ve shown me so many things, taught me so much about not only in life, but of myself. Before you, I wasn’t a very touchy-feely person. Now, I cannot go a day without one of your hugs. Before you, I couldn’t stand to listen to stupid love songs. Now, I’m constantly writing them about you. Before you, my world was seen in sepia. Now I see colors I never knew existed. You’re truly me best friend, the love of me life, and my soulmate. You understand me more than anyone else, more than myself sometimes. I can’t believe the day has come when we finish with the constantly changing labels of our relationship and finally settle it with husband and wife. I’ll never get tired of saying how much I love you and I can’t wait to start my forever with you.”

As soon as she finishes reading off of her tiny piece of paper, Harry steps forwards, cups her cheeks and plants a kiss to her lips. A couple of the men in the audience wolf and whistle loudly while the women playfully jab at them to quiet down. YN can’t help but giggle against her love’s lips, gripping onto the hands on her cheek before having to pull away.

“Harry, you may read your vows now.”

After calming his boyish smile, he takes his own piece of paper out of the inner pocket of his blazer and with a deep breath in, he begins to read his scribbled words.

“YN, it feels like I’ve been waiting my entire life to marry you. I knew I wanted you in my life when I first saw you at a Battle of the Bands competition when we were merely fifteen years old but I knew I wanted us to be more when we were put in a band a year later. We’ve gone through so many ups and downs over the past 12 years, and while it may have been frustrating at times, you were and always will be worth the wait. You’re my best friend and I truly cannot express how excited and happy I am to start this new chapter in our lives together as not just bandmates, secret lovers, blurry lines or merely as my best friend, but as husband and wife. I have loved you since 2010, now and forevermore.”

...

“Do you, YN YLN, take Harry Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” YN beams as she slides the wedding band onto Harry’s finger.

“Do you, Harry Styles, take YN YLN to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Harry breathes out a smile, sliding the wedding band onto his love’s finger to finish off the last piece of their ceremony.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Harry, you may now kiss your bride.”

Harry doesn’t waste another second before he cups her jaw and smushes his lips to hers. He wraps his other arm around her back and YN grips onto the front flaps of his tux, pulling him in incredibly close. He leans her back and he can feel her smile against his lips.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Styles!”

...

“I dunno, H,” YN says, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. Now that the two can confidently state that they’re officially together now, she’s scared that their relationship will be seen in the public eye. She knows that when they first started their on-and-off relationship two years ago, they kept it very low-key around their friends, in the studio and only later started to show PDA, but only to their close friends. They’ve managed to dodge past the questions and comments about them being an item for years but this was different. They’re officially a couple now.

The idea of going to a new year’s eve party and the fear of someone taking a picture of them while really doing anything can start a massive misunderstanding in their fandoms. The fans just knew.

“Jonny says that the people he invited were cool, only a handful of close friends,” It’s nice to know that Harry was also on board with keeping their relationship in the shadows. They’re very private people and keeping their personal lives out of the lights is something that they would like to keep. Harry grabs her fidgeting hands and holds them to his chest. “I think we deserve to enjoy more of our holiday before it’s over, don’t y’think?”

His words begin to process in her head as he clutches their hands together. His head bends down to kiss her knuckles, his thumb rubbing over the butterfly ring he gave her a couple of Christmases ago, and it almost made her knees give out. His head bobs a little as he moves to kiss each one. He lifts his eyes slightly to meet hers and she sighs deeply knowing he won.

“As long as I can kiss you whenever I want during the party then maybe it won’t be so bad,” She says, trying to fight the smile that creeps on her face. She’s still very paranoid about the party, but seeing Harry’s face light up at the sound of her agreeing was all it took for her to relax.

Harry cups her face in his large hands and pressed his lips to hers. She instantly reacts by putting her hands on his waist and turning her head to the side to deepen the kiss.

This feels right, it feels safe. Now that she’s told him what’s on her mind about their relationship, it’s as if everything seems too good to be true. She feels as if their new relationship is now stronger than whatever they had in the past with them both clear about their intentions, mentally in a better place, and their love for one another already well established.

Harry gently pushes her back until her back is touching the counter. As she feels his tongue slip past her lips, she grips the material of his hoodie around his waist in a silent plea for more.

“Let the girl breathe, will yeh,” Gemma's voice breaks their kiss.

YN feels the blood rush up to her face and she covers her face in Harry's chest. She feels his arms wrap around her shoulders and his chest vibrates as he laughs. YN hopes it's directed toward his sister rather than her red face.

“Oi, you’re just pissed that your boyfriend doesn’t show you the same affection anymore,” Harry says to his older sister.

“Bogger off,” Gemma says with a laugh. “When you’re finished with your little snog fest can you please send her over to the living room. I’m currently losing charades to a seven year old and she’s my lucky charm.”

“I’ll be there,” YN’s voice comes out muffled from being pressed against Harry's chest. Gemma gives Harry a nod and once he gives her one back in reassurance, she spins on her heel and exits the kitchen. "Why does this always happen?" YN asks with a shake of her head, confused about how they continue to get interrupted by their family members and it only makes a laugh tumble past Harry's lips.

...

The married couple sits side-by-side at the end of the long table set up in the backyard. Their mums sit on either side of their children while the rest of the family and friends sit down the line. Fairy lights blanket over the yard and it provides the most beautiful light over the small party celebration.

As the table is filled with the sound of chatter as everyone finishes up the pre-made home cooked meal, Harry has his arm draped over the back of YN’s chair where he’ll constantly lean over to her to whisper something in her ear or where she’ll ask to see his left hand again and hold it against hers to see their matching rings.

Louis gives Gemma a nod across from his spot on the table before standing up from his seat, clearing his throat as he taps a knife against his glass of champagne. The chatter begins to die down and soon enough everyone joins in on tapping their glass.

"This should be interesting," Harry whispers to his bride's ear and smiles when she lets out a giggle.

"Ello everyone. For the people who don't know, m'Louis—" Everyone chuckles since the only people invited were family members and close friends. Penny gives a smack to his arm before he continues. "As the best man, I'd like to give a little toast dedicated to the bride and groom. I've known Harry for over a decade and YN since she was practically in diapers. YN, you're like me little sister than anything. As annoying and frustrating as you can be sometimes—" The table laughs and YN has to resist from flipping off her childhood best friend. "—I love you so very much. Harry, I've witnessed more than anyone here how stupidly in love you are with YN. The amount of times I’ve watched these two idiots deny and hide their love from one another during our time in One Direction was truly excruciating to watch. Niall here can back me up on that. It’s that true, Nialler?” Louis lifts his glass towards their blonde friend who quickly nods his head and making the rest of the guests laugh.

“It was painful,” Niall agrees, leaning over to look at the marriage couple. “It even hurt me sometimes, you know?”

YN playfully rolls her eyes with a smile sitting on her lips while her husband pinches at his lips to keep his embarrassed smile at bay.

“But in all seriousness, seeing first hand how these two and fought and clawed their way through all the shit—” Penny smacks his arm once again at his vulgar language. “Sorry, sorry. Through all the obstacles that have thrown their way, their love prevailed through it all. Harry, I know you'll take good care of my sister...even if she stubbornly claims she doesn't need taking care of.”

The couple’s friends and family all make noises in agreement which makes YN playfully scoff at how fast and willing they all agreed.

“I wish you lot the best and a very happy life together. To the bride and groom."

As everyone lifts their glass in the air, YN can’t help but give Louis a weary smile before blowing him a kiss and mouths that she loves him too.

"Alright, as the maid of honor, I also want to give a toast," Gemma is next to stand. "YN, I've always seen you as a sister and I'm so happy that it's officially offical. I feel that I shouldn’t really welcome you into the family because you’ve always been apart of the Styles family for as long as we’ve known you. Harry, my baby brother," Gemma tilts her head to the side, putting a hand over chest with her lips tucked inwards in hopes to tame her tears. "I'm so proud of all you've accomplished but I'm most happy that you've found your soulmate. You guys were truly made for one another and I could not imagine a more perfect couple."

Harry leans his head towards YN’s and the rest their temples against one another, closing their eyes for a second to live in the incredible bliss they both feel.

With a quick wipe to her watery cheeks, Gemma smiles and lifts up her glass, "You guys are going to continue to have a wonderful life together and yes, I’m calling dibs to be your baby’s godmother whenever the time comes.”

“Oi! Yeh can’t do that,” Louis defends. “That’s for them to pick. And it was gonna be me anyways.”

“I think it’s only fair we get to be the godparents since they’re the godparents of our little one,” Sarah pipes up from the side of the table.

“And what am I?” Niall raises his hands. “A roach?”

As the table begin to get rowdy, Harry waves his hands up while YN just holds her stomach as it begins to hurt from laughing so hard.

“Hey, woah!” He sliences the group. “We just got married, people. We’re not even pregnant. We’re not pregnant, right?” Harry asks his love and it only makes her laugh harder.

“No, no we’re not,” YN pressed the sides of her index fingers under her eyes from the giggly tears that managed to escape. “Oh my word, that was awesome. Gemma, please continue on with your toast before I bust at the seam.”

“As I was saying, we are all so happy for the two of you. You two will have a very happy together. To YN and Harry."

"To YN and Harry!"

"And without further ado, I'd like to invite you two to the dance floor to present your first dance as husband and wife."

And with that, Harry takes his wife’s hand in his as he leads her to the small designated dance area behind their table.

With a click on Gemma’s phone, At Last by Etta James begins to play out of the speakers somewhere behind them and everyone begins to gather around the small area. Their guests pull out their phones to capture the special moment but Harry pays no mind to them as he gently tugs her into him.

YN pulls him incredibly close to her, wrapping her arms tightly around the tops of his shoulders. Harry fully pulls her into him so that there is no space left between them. He digs his face into the crook of her neck and his blunt fingers press into the skin on her shoulders as they gently sway.

All else seems to fade away and it’s just the two of them together as they dance. It all seems so unreal, swaying with Harry—her husband—on their wedding day. Harry’s words the night before were unbelievably true in that he’s been waiting forever to marry this woman.

Like he needs to make sure he isn’t dreaming, he pulls his face from her neck and sure enough, his breath is knocked out of his chest at the sight of her looking up at him like that, with her bright eyes and golden smile. He can’t help himself from leaning down to capture her lips with his, although a little difficult after a while as they can’t keep their smiles at bay any longer.

After all the rollercoaster they’ve been on for the past twelve years, it seemed like this day would never come to be. Yet, as Harry mentioned in his vows, she was well worth the wait as he holds YN—his wife—in his arms.

Thankfully he will never have to let her go as he gets to have her forevermore.

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Before You Go-Jin Itadori x Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen)

(A/N: Why did Gege draw almost all of JJK dad's attractive dilfs?! Anyways I've decided to write a short fic of Jin Itadori one shot since others have simped over Toji. Don't think anyone else thinks Jin is attractive, nobody requested this but I decided to write this. Let me know if anyone wants part 2, though it's already being planned. Also, should smut be included or not? Let me know JJK fans.)

Summary: Jin and You have been friends since childhood, final exams are coming up now determining both of your futures. You're crush on Jin Itadori is known to everyone, so you make it seem like you haven't studied for exams for spend time with him. It's Christmas Eve when head to his home and a decision is made when you're both alone.

"Reading that book again, Jin?" I blush when the pink haired man with glasses focuses his eyes back on me when he decided to close the book he had. Taking a small break from it.

"Finals are approaching, (Y/N). I gotta give it my all pass the test, you know how my father will be if he finds out I didn't pass."

I chuckle at him always becoming worried when it came to exams. "Don't stress yourself too much, Jin. You're the smartest guy in class, and the smartest man I've ever met."

Jin pouts while looking at me as he fixes his glasses back in his nose.

"You want me to help you in studying, don't you?"

I chuckle and try to laugh it off but saw a small smile spread across Jin's face when I sat back down with him and nudged my shoulder with his, leaning a bit too close to him.

The cold didn't bother me a bit if it meant I could get close to Jin. The weather was getting chilly since it was December and snow had fallen a dew days ago, and Christmas was just a day away.

"If you're so kind or have the time to. Then yes, I would gladly like you to help me."

Jin sighed struggling to not smile again. "You owe me this time, (Y/N)."

"Know what? For what's left of the school year I'll bring you lunch everyday, that'll make us even. I know how much you love my cooking." I blushed glancing over to look at his cute face.

"You're cooking is really good. You'll make a fine housewife someday."

I blushed a deeper shade of pink when he said that, "You think so?!"

Jin hummed in agreement and turned to smile at me.

"Then I'll make sure to marry a man who'll love my cooking. Maybe the man I'm looking to marry might be closer than I think." I smiled wide deciding to go further with the flirting.

"Maybe so.." Jin said fixing his glasses again and opening his book again, now passing it onto his other hand so I could take a good look at it as well.

Jin began to explain further on the subject and what might possibly be on the final exams. I didn't really may much attention on the topic since I already knew all about it, I just wanted to be as close to him as possible, be with him since I don't know if he's planning on traveling soon since we'll both be graduating from college.

The two of us remained together with me pretending to pay attention when I rested my head of my crushes shoulder, I felt him tense a bit when I did that and I internally chuckled when Jin had stuttered and quickly continued with his lesson.

"So, did you get any of that?" Jin asked closing the book and glancing down at me. I looked up and shook my head.

"Nope. I'm sorry."

Jin sighed defeated and I quickly sat back and watched him begin to stretch and stand up. "Well, it's getting late-"

"Let me make dinner for you!" I shouted making him look at me surprised. "I-I mean…yes! I made you stay out here on campus when you could've declined teaching me, let me cook something for you and your dad." I offered.

"What about your par-" Jin didn't finish the sentence and came over and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"Let's go, (Y/N)."

It must've slipped from Jin's mind…when he was about to mention my parents. It had been a year since they passed away, or killed as the news officially said, no evidence or anything was found on who killed them.

For a short time when that happened, the small Itadori household let me stay with them. If it weren't for Jin, would've been long gone.

My parents knew about my crush on Jin Itadori and I would often dream and tell them that'd they better be present on our wedding. A girl can dream..I wanted them to take part in the many things I wanted to do, unfortunately I was alone now.

"I'm home!" Jin announced when he was the first to step into his and his father's shared home. I placed my belongings near the entrance and took my shoes off before going inside the residence.

"I brought (Y/N) home!"

Jin loudly said and I walked with him with grocery bags in hand. The older Itadori suddenly appeared before us looking over at his tall son and over to me.

A small smile forming on his face, "Ah (Y/N)! It's always nice to see you with my son. This is your home too."

I smiled blushing when I felt Jin's eyes on me as he held a glass of water and started to drink, I bowed a bit and held the bags up a bit. "Thank you very much, sir. If there's no trouble I'll be preparing you both meals for the night."

"You're too kind, (Y/N). You know, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, I see you're all ready doing fantastic job on my son, Jin."

Jin who has been drinking choked on the water and started to cough onto the sink. I raced over to him quickly dropping the bags and patting Jin's broad back.

We both heard his father laughing. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." He suggested with a small smirk and left towards the living room area.

"That old man." Jin smirked wiping his mouth and standing back straight, "it's nice to see him like this every now and then."

I smiled and looked up at him. "I really care for him as well. I hope you'll like what I'm preparing to cook." I rolled my sleeves up and began row ash the vegetables.

While doing so I heard some pans being taken out of the shelf. I turned and saw Jin wiping them and making sure they were dirty to use, "You think I'm gonna let you be the only one to cook?"

I hum and smiled. "Fine. You can help me out just a bit, but then you'll be out of the kitchen." I said continuing to wash the vegetables and slowly my sleeves began to lower themselves down about to get wet.

I gasped lightly when Jin grabbed my arms and began to carefully roll the sleeves to my dress up, making sure they wouldn't slip again.

"There wouldn't want you to get that cute dress wet." I blushed heavily and felt my heart beating faster.

"How about the person wearing it?!" I quickly asked.

Jin chuckled and simply patted my head. "Let's get cooking, (Y/N)." He said winking at me.

"Ahh this smells delicious!" My mouth watered at the many dishes I prepared with the help of Jin. His father, Jin and I were sat down on the cushions and saying a small prayer.

From outside of the Itadori home, I could see the sky getting darker with snow beginning to fall and many colorful Christmas lights brightening up the streets.

"And let's thank (Y/N) for preparing this delicious meal for us, may many blessings fall on you, my dear." Itadori's father said.

Making me blush and smile at the older man with Jin pouting at his father. "I also helped, you know?"

Ignoring his son, his father continued to speak. "When I'm on my deathbed promise me you'll continue to be a part of his family, and bringing me your famous chicken soup I enjoy."

My expression on the old man softened. Maybe he meant it if Jin and I were to marry, if I would continue to look after him too.

"Don't mind the old man." Jin sighed making his father hit his shoulder with a newspaper.

"Stop slouching and sit up straight." Jin nearly choking on the tea I prepared.

I began to chuckle then laugh at their interactions. "Don't you worry, sir. I'll continue to be a part of your family until the day I die. That's if your son is willing to accept me as well."

I blushed and hid my face looking at my lap. "I-I" Jin stuttered and his father answered for him.

"He accepts! Now let's dig in before the food gets cold." His father seemed really happy. Jin and I glanced at one another and smiled with a bright blush on both of our faces.

"You're more than welcome to spend the night here. It's getting colder and it can be dangerous to walk back home, thought we wouldn't have allowed you to leave if you had insisted." Jin's father had told me earlier when the three of us finished eating.

It was late and the streets were completely empty. Snow continued to fall and decorate the once melting ground. The night felt so peaceful.

I smiled to myself when I heard Jin's father snoring throughout the small home. I remained seated staring outside the glass door and watching the snow gently land on the door, and also admiring the medium sized Christmas tree I had gifted to them which was lit up colorful lights.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Jin's gentle voice said when he came and saw me seated on the cushions.

"Decided to stay up a bit longer." I softly said still staring outside and turning to look at him. He was wearing warm pajamas, while I was wearing some clothes he lend me, pants that fitted a bit too big along with another large hoodie that could fit two people due to how small I am.

I also had a warm blanket over my shoulders. "Tomorrow's the final exams.." I commented.

"Want me to help you out?" I shook my head at Jin's offer and smiled looking at him again.

"I'm good. Thank you for always looking out for me."

I felt Jin move from where he once was and he took a seat down next to me and now drapped the blanket over on both of us. The close contact to him made me now blush a lot more, if he were to lean closer I think he would be able to hear my heart beating faster.

Jin hummed looking at me when I quickly looked away from his eyes, I felt him fixing his glasses before I felt one of his hands land in my forehead.

"You okay, (Y/N)? You seem a bit too red."

"No! I-I'm completely fine."

I began to overthink things now and was truly scared. Final exams. Depending on what we might want to work for, we could remain in Japan, leave the city or country. I don't want Jin to leave if any offers would be given to him by the choice in work he's been studying for.

Before Jin could pull his hand away I quickly grabbed it with my right hand, making him look down at me surprised. Without spilling any tears I looked over to him.

"Are you scared, Jin? On what the future might hold…for us?" I muttered not wanting moments like these to end.

"Honestly I am..but I know my father will have my back no matter what I decide to do. I'll have to learn to out those fears aside.. I'll have to work hard I can give my old man a nice life for the remaining year's…how about you? Do you have a goal in mind?"

I blushed and thought not too hard. "This might sound stupid..But I want to have kids. Children of my own."

My answered seemed to surprise Jin. "Don't you think it's a bit too early for that?" He joked still holding my hand.

Whatever our relationship may be. It's clear as day to anyone that we both care about each other a lot, pining over each other from time to time and it's clear there's an attraction on both sides. Thing is nothing has been official and no words have been said about it.

"Wouldn't you want to have kids? Maybe a small Jin running around the place?" I suggest and saw Jim thinking hard until he smiled a bit.

"A small Jin, huh? Another boy filling up the household..a girl would be a nice addition too." His words warmed my heart.

"Guess I'll have to find the right person for the job." We both said at the same time and smiled.

We both went back to looking at the window and I never felt so calm and relaxed in Jin's arms. Starting a life with Jin and having a family, kids with him doesn't sound like a bad idea at all.

"Jin…"

My eyes widened a bit when I felt his hand under my chin making me look up at him. I could see his warm eyes under his glasses. I began to close my eyes when Jin started to lean down further to me, my hands went up to grasp onto his hoodie when I felt his lips press against my own. I closed my eyes and hummed into the kiss when one of his hands was now placed behind my neck cradling me closer to him.

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girls-alias · 11 months ago

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Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester

Title: Christmas Wish - Dean Winchester Words: 2,959 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Christmas chapter.

I walked with my friend in the mall. We were doing last-minute shopping for Christmas when we stumbled upon the mall fountain. She chuckled bringing my attention to it. It had been decorated for Christmas with a big sign explaining that throwing a coin into the fountain and making a wish would come true on Christmas day. She's superstitious so she pulled two coins from her pocket, a wide smile on her face. I accepted one of the coins reluctantly with a sad smile. I know exactly what I'm going to wish for, it's the same thing I always wish for.

I held the coin tightly, putting my heart and soul into the wish. Mentally begging it to come true. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

"I wish Dean would find me," I thought to myself before throwing the coin and watching as it sunk to the bottom of the fountain floor. I sighed knowing that this wish was no different from all the other times I had wished. Just like always I knew I was going to be let down. Dean Winchester was the one who got away.

It was a classic case of the right person but the wrong time. Dean and I had been hunting together when Sam was in college, we were somewhat young and irresponsible but we were a team. After 2 years we finally started dating, it was perfect, it was natural and amazing. We only experienced it for a month before his dad disappeared and Dean had to ask Sam for help. We tried long distance for a little while but with both of us constantly hunting and Dean's new mission of finding the yellow-eyed demon, we didn't work out.

We agreed mutually that it was a bad time and it only hurt more knowing we were separate. We both cried, we told stories and all I needed was his arms around me, reassuring me but unfortunately, we had to do it over the phone as we were on opposite sides of the country.

I know I should forget about him and should have fully moved on in the 11 years since I've seen him but no man ever compares to him. He's ruined my views on relationships because I haven't had a single boyfriend as good as Dean. There was a time I stayed adamant to keep my phone number so he could always reach me but when I was fighting a small gang of vampires, my phone and SIM card were destroyed. It ruined me but it had been years since I had heard from him and so I should have let it go by that point.

My best friend woke up early to wave me off as I left. She doesn't know that I hunt monsters, she thinks I'm a pilot so it explains why I'm gone for weeks and sometimes months. It also gives me an excuse to not have a fixed address as I explained I would rather stay in hotels so that I don't have to pay for electricity in a house I won't be in. She's not the smartest person I know so it makes it a little easier lying to her. She'll believe anything.

My friend tried insisting that I stay for Christmas but monsters don't rest, I don't have time. It was the day before Christmas Eve when I left, much to her dismay. We'd already exchanged gifts and she's amazing. She knows I never buy new clothes so any holiday for exchanging gifts she gets me a new wardrobe. It comes in handy as I often get clothes ruined when I'm hunting but sometimes she gets me things I wouldn't be able to fight in.

I stopped in a motel in East Iowa, I had seen suspicious activity on the news which made me think it was a possible shapeshifter. They're a pain in the ass but someone's got to do it. I tried checking in, and getting a room for the night but they explained they were booked full for the next couple of days. Not ideal but I'll just have to live in my car for a little while.

The hunt was tedious, but it was quick as the shifter was sloppy and I killed the shifter in the early hours of Christmas morning. After living in my car, it soon became apparent I had an issue with my car. I had stopped in a diner car park, opening the bonnet to take a look. I soon came to the realisation I either had a leak in the coolant tank or a clogged heater core and so needed replacements. I asked in the diner if there were any mechanics open or somewhere I could get car parts on Christmas day. I was given the address and directions to a salvage yard that never seemed to close.

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I pulled up to the salvage yard, finding it was a house on the property. I stopped the car, assessing the house as I wondered if I should leave since they were probably celebrating Christmas and didn't want to disturb the owner. I sighed knowing I couldn't keep sleeping in my cold car. I climbed out of the car and approached the front door. I knocked lightly and checked the time on my watch making sure it wasn't too early to be knocking. The door opened to an older gentleman looking at me a little confused, I smiled politely.

"Hi, I just need some car parts. If it's not a good time, I can just go," I explained but he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry, you need a hand?" He asked but I shook my head.

"I'll be okay, I'm just having an issue with either my coolant tank or I have a clogged heating core so I'll just look for replacements," I explained but he nodded with a smile.

"I'll help, it might be easier finding it together," He explained, stepping inside to grab a jacket.

"Oh, you don't have to. I realise it's Christmas and you're probably celebrating with family," I explained but he chuckled.

"Nah, my two boys are out of state, we're not big on Christmas," He explained making me a little sad he was alone and I smiled sadly as I nodded.

"I totally get it, I don't have family so Christmas is just another day to me," I explained as he stepped out, leading me to the scrap cars.

“So you’re doing nothing today?” He asked as he popped the hood of a close by car. I chuckled as I did the same with another car.

“Yeah, I’ll be on the road again.” I shrugged. Happily getting my hands dirty as I checked the car.

“Well, why don’t you stay here? We may be strangers but I’ll cook you a warm meal.” He explained and I was touched by his sentiment.

“Maybe I will. I’m Y/N,” I explained, holding my hand out for him to shake. We didn’t care about the oil on our hands and shook them with a smile.

“Bobby,” he explained.

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Bobby and I had found the parts. He helped me install the parts and after letting the car run a while it was perfect. I tried paying Bobby but he refused. His argument was that I was making his Christmas more bearable.

We went inside, Bobby was wondering what to make for Christmas dinner as he hadn't prepared anything special. I walked into his lounge following him as he explained he would have a microwave meal.

"I don't mind having a microwave meal with you, I quite like them and I can always-" I stopped as I looked to the ceiling surprised. Bobby seemed to notice my silence as he turned around to look at me confused before following my line of sight. He seemed stunned silent as if he couldn't think of a lie. "You're a hunter too?" I asked, pointing to the devil trap painted onto the ceiling. He smiled happily.

"Thank God, I had no excuse ready." He chuckled, relaxing as he took a seat at his desk.

"Wait, You're a hunter and your name is Bobby. You don't know Dean Winchester, do you?" I asked it's a long shot but -

"Yeah, I practically raised him. Sam too. They're my boys I mentioned earlier." He explained a little confused before his eyes widened. "Y/N Y/L/N?" He asked. I was shocked he knew of me. Either Dean has talked about me in the past and he had a great memory or he's heard of me from someone else. Weird coincidence though. I nodded softly. His lips curled into a wide grin. "I've been looking for you for years!" He exclaimed excitedly shocking me as he jumped up to grab his phone.

"Looking for me why?" I asked, worry filling me as I wondered if this whole thing might be a trap.

"Sam asked me to track you down so you and Dean can meet again, he's never shut up about you. He thought you died," He explained as he started dialling the phone before freezing. "Do you want to see him?" He asked. I grinned at the news. Dean never stopped talking about me, he was looking for me. Oh my God. This can't be real. What are the odds?

"Yeah, I always wondered what happened to him," I replied playing it cool but inside I was doing cartwheels, dancing, hell, I was even doing back flips. Am I really going to see Dean again after all these years?

Bobby called Sam and explained that he found me and to bring Dean, we would get some food for making Christmas dinner. He excitedly explained he wanted to make it a real Christmas. Sam said it would be a few hours before they could get here, around 7PM but was more than happy to make the trip.

Bobby put me in charge of decorating as I helped him get everything from the attack and he was quick to leave to see what food he could get. I felt a mixture of anxiety and excitement as I remembered the Christmas wish I had made in the fountain, never believing it would actually come true. But here I am, decorating a stranger's house, food soon coming, Dean, the love of my life on his way. I worried about how he might react to seeing me. I worried I wouldn't be the same or maybe he wouldn't but I always knew he was the right person, wrong time but now might be the right time.

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Bobby was back after a few hours. Nowhere was open but picked up a menu from a restaurant that was open and happy to deliver. He helped me finish putting up the decorations before he shooed me off to dress nicer. I laughed as I went back to my car, deciding to move it to the back of the house so he wouldn't see it. He hasn't seen this car but I don't want him suspicious someone else is here. It might ruin the surprise. I changed into a nice dress my best friend had got me and mentally thanked her for getting it for me. I figured it would be good somewhere along the way if I had to work undercover but those kinds of jobs hardly ever come up.

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Bobby was more excited than me. He had given me a glass of whiskey for liquid luck but he soon tipped the bottom of my glass as I was taking a drink, the car was pulling in and he wanted me out of sight but for me to have finished my drink. He grabbed the glass from me and guided me to the dining room before closing the double doors with a wide smile.

I listened as Bobby greeted them at the door, my stomach doing flips as I heard Dean's voice. I took a deep breath, stabilising myself as I felt like I was dreaming.

"Hey, Bobby. Merry Christmas," Dean commented as he entered the room behind the double doors. I waited anxiously as I knew only the wooden doors were the only things separating us.

"Merry Christmas boys," I heard Bobby add with some shuffling sounds as if they were exchanging hugs. "I've got you some gifts under the tree but Dean, yours is in the dining room," Bobby explained.

"Thanks, Bobby. You didn't have to," Another voice explained happily and I knew it must be Sam. "We've got you a small bag of presents in the car," He added making Bobby chuckle.

"Thank you, I think Dean should get his first and then we can have a drink," Bobby explained, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

"We'll drink first," Dean seemed to shrug.

"Drinks after," Bobby insisted. There seemed to be a little silence before I heard footsteps approach the door. I took a deep breath, instantly worried and unsure how to stand. I decided to clasp my hands together and let them fall in front of me. The doors opened.

Standing in all his glory was Dean Winchester. The love of my life, the man I pined over for 11 years. He looked confused but as his eyes found mine he broke into a wide smile. He hurried to me. Engulfing me in a tight hug as he rocked us side to side slightly. I giggled as I hugged him back. My arms wrapped over his shoulders as he squeezed me tightly. I forgot how tall he actually was until he straightened up and lifted me off the floor for a second.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his smiling cheeks noticeable against my skin. He pulled away, his hands still on me as he didn't want to be far. "What are you doing here? You're alive, I can't believe you're alive. How did this happen?" He asked excitedly. I chuckled as I admired him. He hasn't changed for the worst, he's even more handsome than I remember, he's more rugged and definitely still the epitome of my type.

"I had car troubles, it was a complete coincidence," I explained as his smile never faded. He pulled me back into a hug making me chuckle. I hugged him back, squealing as he lifted me from the ground again and kept me up. He's still strong. God, if only he knew what he was doing to me. I noticed Bobby and a tall guy smiling as they watched us. "Hi, Sam. It's nice to meet you," I chuckled as Dean's grip didn't waver. He chuckled.

"Nice to meet you too," He added. Dean spun around so I was facing the other way. I heard the doors closing as he took one hand from around me to close the doors. I chuckled a little nervous as to why he wanted to be alone with me but it also made butterflies flutter in my stomach. He held me up with one arm, he didn't struggle and didn't seem to even consider putting me down.

Once the doors were closed, he put me down. His hands cupped my face as he admired my eyes. "I've been waiting for you," He explained, my insides turning to mush. I smiled.

"Me too," I added, he grinned at my words.

"Good," He swooped down, connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. I swooned as his lips graced mine. The kiss I had dreamed of for years. The kiss I had imagined so many times. The kiss no other compared to. He smiled against my lips as my hands move to the back of his neck to hold him close to me. One of his hands moved to my hip, pulling my body against his. I pulled away slowly when I heard Bobby and Sam snickering to themselves probably talking about us. Dean seemed reluctant to pull away.

"We can't just ignore them," I explained but he looked disappointed. I chuckled as I shook my head. "It's Christmas," I added so he playfully rolled his eyes but his smile never left his lips. He pulled me back into a sweet kiss before pulling away again.

"Be my girlfriend again and I'll stop ignoring them," He hinted, his smile turning to a smirk. I blushed at his words knowing I had never wanted anything more in my life. I nodded a little too excitedly. He chuckled as he connected our lips, celebrating the rekindling of our relationship after 11 years. I should have made the wish in the fountain years ago.

*****

It was the best Christmas I ever had. We ordered Chinese food they opened presents, we exchanged hunting stories and acted like a real family. As the night was winding down, Sam took one of the spare rooms while Dean and I took the other. I worried he would want to make up for all the nights we had missed but as soon as we were in the room alone his arms never let go of me. We cuddled all night and it was the best sleep I remember ever having.

We stayed at Bobby's a few days before Sam and Dean had to go back on the road. Dean rode in my car, kissing me when I stopped but holding my thigh the whole time I was driving. He still looks at me the same way he used to, the love in his eyes only seemed to grow as we spent more time together. He had only changed for the better but he was still the same and loving man I had fallen for. He's still perfect for me.

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allllium · 11 months ago

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Christmas Eve

~ I have multiple things I'm currently writing but it might take a bit before they're posted. Between being sick and now having an ear infection I want to do literally nothing

~ Fluff, WC: 1,456

~ Matt and Reader celebrate their first Christmas together ~

You and Matt didn't get together until after Christmas of last year, meaning this is your first Christmas as a couple. Before, being friends meant Christmas never had this kind of pressure to give the perfect gifts.

But now it's different. You've been worrying all month about finding the perfect gift for Matt. It's hard to shop for someone who keeps insisting all he needs is you. As sweet as that is, you already know he has something for you. You refuse to give him something in return.

“Foggy, I'm serious. I've been everywhere in Hell's Kitchen. I can't find anything.” Today is Christmas Eve, and you still haven't found anything good enough to give Matt

“I've had his gift picked out for months.” Foggy shrugs from across you.

“Of course you have, and I should have one too, but now that we're dating it feels like there's all this dumb pressure.”

“Matt will love whatever you give him. You don't even have to get him anything. Just spend the day naked, and he'll be more than happy.”

“I hate you. You are zero help.”

“You're putting too much pressure on it. Nothing has changed just because you're dating now.”

“What did you get, Marci?”

“Some of her favorite perfume and a necklace.”

“Ugh, she'll love that.”

“I know. She's easy to shop for.” He finishes off the rest of his sandwich and wipes his hands on his pants. “I have a meeting with a client. Are you good?”

“Yeah, I'm good. I'll figure it out. Bye Fog.” He nods at you and walks back to the office.

On the way back to Matt's apartment, you walk by a little store having a Christmas Eve sale. The best part is they have an adorable daredevil stuffie in the window.

It's exactly what you would've gotten him in the previous years. It's perfect.

“What did you get?” Matt asks the second you walk in the door. Smelling the paper bag it came in.

You walk over to him on the couch, placing the bag on the counter, and sitting in his lap. “I can't tell you it's for Christmas.”

“I thought I said you didn't have to get me anything.” He gives you one of those beautiful smiles he has. It's unfair how he always looks this good. He hasn't changed out of his work clothes, now just sitting in his dress pants and shirt.

“And I thought I said if you get me something, I'm getting something for you.” You run your hand softly through his hair, enjoying his touch after a day apart.

“I don't want you to spend money on me.”

You roll your eyes at him. “If you keep saying that I'm gonna spend all of my money on you until I go bankrupt, and then I'll be homeless.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

“You wanna bet?”

“Fine, you can spend as much money as you want on me.” He looks so cute when he pouts.

“That's what I thought.” You lean down to kiss him for the first time since you got home. “Hi, Matty.”

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“How was work?” You turn your head to lay on his shoulder.

“It was good. It's a lot slower close to Christmas.”

“Hm, good. Y’know, Foggy suggested I spend tomorrow naked as your Christmas present, but you definitely wouldn't like that.” You giggle as his face turns up in fake disgust.

“Oh no, that would be terrible. I wouldn't enjoy that at all.”

“Yeah, that's what I thought.”

“Or maybe that's my gift to you.”

“Oh no, can't both be naked. What would we do all day?” You ask in fake concern. He leans up to kiss you again, but you pull away. “I have to go wrap your present.”

“No, do you have to do that right now?” He pouts.

“Yes, I do. You're adorable when you pout.” When you go to stand, he follows you with an arm around your waist.

“Can't it wait?”

“No, it can't. Christmas is tomorrow. Matthew let me go.” You use his real name to display your seriousness, although it's not as effective when you're laughing.

“You don't have to wrap. I can't see it anyway.”

“Matt!” You laugh. “I'm wrapping it, and you can't stop me. So why don't you stay here and order us some dinner? Okay?”

“Fine, I'll just stay here all alone.” He plops back on the couch as you shake your head at him.

“Have I ever told you how dramatic you are?”

“All the time.”

“Yeah, I'll be right back.” You go into the bedroom to wrap Matt's present in leftover wrapping paper. Matt has no idea people have made anything daredevil-related.

“See, that took me like two minutes.” You announce to Matt as you walk back into the living room.

“That was way too long.” You move to sit with him once again.

“Why are you so clingy today?”

“No reason, it must be the Christmas spirit.”

“Hmm, yeah, this Christmas does have a lot of spirit.”

“The first Christmas after we met, I was gonna ask you out.” You turn to look at him in disbelief.

“What? Why didn't you?”

“I was nervous, and you didn't show any signs of liking me.”

“No signs of liking you!? Matt, you could hear my heart.”

“I could, but I assumed it sped up like that because you were anxious about meeting a new person.”

“And you thought I was like that for two years?”

“I didn't want to ruin anything!” He defends. “Hey, why didn't you do anything!?”

“Because I didn't want to ruin anything!?”

“Exactly!” You both laugh at the direction this conversation has taken.

“Well, we're together now, so it was all worth it.” You point out.

“Yes, it was.” He smiles and pulls you closer. Your head lays on his chest.

“Wait a minute, Matt, I told Karen I liked you multiple times while you could hear?”

“Maybe it was a different Matt.”

“Matt, what the fuck?” You laugh again.

“I liked you. I just didn't believe you liked me the same amount.”

“You liked me?”

“Yes, I liked you, now I love you.”

“You're lucky you're so sweet 'cause sometimes you have no common sense.” He plants a kiss on your forehead.

“You have just as much common sense as me.”

“Uh oh.”

You wake up the next morning to the smell of peppermint and the faint sound of Christmas music filling the apartment.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He comes into the room with a mug of hot chocolate. He hands the mug to you as he sits next to you on the bed.

“Good morning, baby. What's all this for?”

“Well, it's our first Christmas together. I figured it should be a little special.” As you listen to him, your heart warms.

“Thank you, Matty. You're amazing y'know.”

“I do, thanks to you.”

“Hm, good. So what do you have planned?” You sit up in bed.

“I think first we should open our gifts, then we'll hang out with everyone.”

“Sounds good. You're going to love what I got you.”

“You're gonna love mine too.” He grabs your hands and pulls you out of bed.

You both make your way to the tiny Christmas tree sitting in the corner. Only two presents under it.

“Here you go, honey.” Matt hands you a small square box wrapped in red paper. “I had Karen wrap it.”

“I can tell. Karen also wraps presents perfectly.” When you pull the paper off the box, there's a black jewelry box. When you open the black box, there is a silver bracelet. “Matt, this is beautiful!”

“Look at the side.” You pull the bracelet out of the box and look at the side. On each side, there is an engraving. One side says ‘my heart,’ and the other is in braille. “It says my name.”

“Holy shit Matt this is amazing!” You throw yourself onto him in a tight hug.

“I'm glad you like it.” He has a giant smile at your reaction.

“I don't want you to spend money on me.” You mock his words from last night. “This must have cost so much.”

“I know a guy, don't worry.”

“Well, now my gift isn't as good in comparison.” You hand him the box containing the stuffie.

“Is this me?” He asks in surprise as he rips open the paper.

“Yes, it is. It's Daredevil merch.”

“They make this stuff?”

“Yes.” You laugh at his shock

“Thank you, sweetheart, this is so cute.”

“Yeah, and it looks just like you.” You joke. The little stuffed devil looks nothing like Matt.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Matt.” You lean your head on his shoulder, still admiring your bracelet.

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fallingforel · 11 months ago

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PROMPTMAS DAY 3- UNDER THE MISTLETOE- Alex Turner

all prompts are not my own!!! created by abiiors original post can be found here

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"What are we doing for Christmas this year Al?" I ask taking my socks off and going under the covers while Alex was getting changed into his pyjamas.

"What we always do darling. having my mum and dad round your folks seeing as you've got a bigger family than I have"

"Yeah that'll be nice, except I was thinking that we'd go away together this year, you know just us. we haven't had a full time together in ages. what with Matt wanting us to have Amelia while the weddings coming up, My sister living with us during her I want to live in London stint. Then you finishing off the tour, you were away for the most of this year. This year has not been kind on us at all. We deserve some time together by ourselves"

"Yeah this year has not been kind at all. we do need the time away. need to see you in a few bikinis, or none at all" he says getting into bed snuggling up to me kissing my neck. "Where were you thinking darling?" "Maldives?" "Yeah sounds brilliant, can't wait sweetheart" he says kissing me before turning his light off I follow him and do the same and we end up spooning.

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on Christmas eve we touchdown in the Maldives and arrive at the hotel. "Isn't it nice just us?" Alex asks. "so nice can't wait to have you to myself, for the next two weeks." we were spending Christmas new years and Alex birthday in the Maldives spending some much needed time with each other. "Right where are your bikinis at?" he says going into the suitcase which has our presents in which makes me burst out into laughter then quickly scold him realising what suitcase he was going into. "What if I want to see my wife in her bikini I'm allowed to do just that thank you very much." "It's not that..." "what is it then?" "that ones got our presents in...you want the pink one." "Oh the pink suitcase. right i've got you now." he says putting it onto the bed and grabbing a bikini out and walking to me putting it in my hands.

The rest of that day was spent with Alex and I tangled together in sheets, bathrooms, pools, hot tubs. Anywhere you could think of.

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waking up the next morning, I found Alex sleeping soundly next to me with his arm around my waist, I slipped out of his hold quickly but carefully so as not to wake him and started making a coffee for both of us and went downstairs to the lobby to ask the hotel staff if they had a spare Christmas tree, the receptionist was lovely and helped me bring it up to Alex and I's room and quickly left when she realised Alex was asleep, not wanting to be intrigued. Once I managed to get the Christmas tree in place I opened the suitcase with the presents in and started laying them out around the tree.

Taking both of our coffees placing them down on the table next to Alex's side of the bed I carefully got on top of him and started kissing his left cheek then his right cheek then his nose and his lips and then his neck before nuzzling my face into it and I blew on it and he started to stir which was my queue to say "good morning my love, merry Christmas" pulling off of him and rolling towards my side "morning darling merry Christmas, did you sleep good?" "slept like a baby, there's coffee there" I say pointing to where the mugs sat on the table, he took a sip of it before saying "gorgeous, thank you sweetheart. Like what you've done with the place as well darling" he says admiring the christmas tree and the presents underneath it. "thank you handsome. you want to do presents after our coffees?" "Yeah we can do. You coming in for a cuddle darling?" "course I am"

So we finish our coffees and our hug and go sit underneath the tree, where we open our presents "so I actually have something to confess to you. Your main present is at my mum and dad's I asked them to keep hold of it for the time being, it was too big to bring with me. But! I have got you a lot of little ones to make up for it" "That's okay darling, your main one is at home in the garage, I kept it in there cos you don't go in there anyway" Alex says with a chuckle. "Hey! Have you seen the size of them spiders? they're fucking massive al." "I have but they aren't that big" "they are too. Anyway why would I need to face the big scary spiders, when I have my big lovely husband?" I say leaning in for a kiss, which he reciprocates.

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Safe to say my presents with Alex were a hit I had gotten him a pack of personalised guitar picks with a picture of me and him on it, as he said he had no reminders of me when he was on the stage and I wasn't there, A new dior aftershave, A new poetry book that he hadn't read before, A watch that he had wanted for some time, A new pair of raybans And some boxers and socks. In his card I had given him an I owe you a bottle of red and your main present.

My presents from Alex were just a hit as mine were, he got me a photo album of every photo we had together right from day one when we met, Carolina herrera's good girl perfume, A new CD to go in my car, A swarovski tennis bracelet, a new hoodie because "I kept stealing his", and some lacy lingerie sets. In my card had an I owe you a bottle of rose and your main present which made me laugh because we were so alike.

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we spent the rest of the day guessing what each of our main presents was, spending time together in the sheets and going to the shops to buy our wines so we could have them together.

By the time It reached 3pm (maldives time) though we realised the time and decided to facetime our families and wish them merry christmas and ask if they were having a nice morning. Most of them were, both our folks were asking where the grandkids were. "soon mum soon. Not right now, but soon" "Oh my gosh, Barry she's pregnant we're going to be grandparents! get the mistletoe out!" "MUM! I'm not pregnant. If I was would I be having a glass of white right now?" I say getting frustrated now. "Oh well, maybe if we get the mistletoe on camera it'll be time to think about kids." "Mum, no I'm going now." "err, you two can't go anywhere until you've kissed. the mistletoe is on the screen. It's the rules." "Oh my god." I placed a chaste kiss on Alex's lips. "There. Happy now?" "Oh come on babe, if your going to do it, do it properly." Alex says from beside me before grabbing my face in his hands and putting some love into the kiss lacking need but still being passionate. "Okay that's enough...I'M GOING NOW" my mum shouts from the facetime call which I had ditched on the bed still kissing Alex.

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daddysfangirls-dc · 5 months ago

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UnTamed Ch.20 -Interlude

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Damian Wayne x OC!Female

It was as if Asta had forgotten how well Damian could read her. She stood simply unbothered as Tim talked about the gag gift he had gotten for Bruce, something to make fun of his age but still thoughtful enough to be considered a gift. On the surface, she appeared unbothered, laughing along with Tim about the gift, but Damian could see that she was anxious and saddened. He, however, didn't know why.

"It is a decent Gift, Tim"

"Decent? It's hilarious." Tim says as he continues to wrap the gift

"Your Gray Ghost memorabilia was more thoughtful."

"Jason's Idea. I just chipped in and wrapped it."

"We'll take our leave. I'll inform the other to stay out."

"Dont. Dick will come running in like a sneaky kid." Tim said," I'd rather not fend off a grown man like a toddler."

Asta laughed at that. Despite being the oldest, Dick often acted like the youngest of Bruce's kids. As endearing as it was, it was also annoying.

"You're anxious," Damian said as they stepped out of the library, leaving Tim. " Care to tell me why?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to project-"

"You aren't, but I can still see it on your face, body, and silences." He takes her hand in his, squeezing it gently." You're unwell."

"You all do a lot of gifts. I swear I counted two dozen under your tree already, and you plan to put more down there."

They strolled down the hall, stopping in front of a bay window. "Well, there are many of us and the things under the tree that aren't just random. Some of it is things we need, like new gear and weapons that we haven't gotten for ourselves yet. Also, Father likes to overcompensate for all his wrongdoings throughout the year. What is a gift if not to show how much one cares and pays attention? The perfect gift."

Damian smiles as he remembers his father standing at the door, trying to get all the packages before any of his children. And his secret trips to the stores. He'd be damn if the paparazzi spoiled his gifts.

"I don't have anything under your tree," he looked at her and continued, " I'm sorry." She pulled her hands away. " Maybe I should go. Allow your family to have your holiday without me burdening you."

"Asta"

"I can go to your apartment." Your apartment?

"Asta"

"Or one of the centers to help out. They always need extra hands."

"ASTA. I want you here. I want to spend Christmas with you. This will be our first Christmas together." He takes both her hands in his. "Please, stay?"

"DAMIAN"

Suddenly, her hands are gone, and so is she. All that remains is a pile of clothing and the faint buzzing that fades away.

"Hey, Damian," Dick says as he places a hand on his shoulder " Where did Asta go?"

"What do you want?"

Dick put his hands up in surrender at the sound of anger in his voice.

"Bruce wants us in the cave. Apparently, someone has something played for the holidays; nothing good, though."

Damian was semi-paying attention, but most of his thoughts were elsewhere, on Asta. The debriefing was long but nonsense. More activities were happening at the docks, including drug and weapons trafficking. Black Mask and Penguin were both involved, but to which and to what extent was still a debate. They were all to watch the dock and the crime lords.

"May I speak?" Damian spoke before anyone could leave; they all groaned but sat back down nonetheless. "I would like for us to tone down our celebration this year. Specifically, the gift giving."

"No presents, why?" Stephanie asked in dramatic shock.

"No, I just want it to be toned down. Decrease the amount of gifts. You can pass the off individual on a later day."

"Why?" Bruce asked, confused as the others.

"Asta," he says softly. " She has nothing to give-"

"Then take her shopping. I'm sure there is something she can get at the last minute. We don't care." Tim says, offering a solution to the question so he can leave.

" This is last minute. Christmas Eve is tomorrow. How did she not know?" Dick asked. The trees, bright lights, and Christmas carols

"She doesn't celebrate the holidays. This will be her first official Christmas."

"You've known her how long? And this is her first official Christmas. What have you been doing?"

"She doesn't like receiving gifts when she knows she can't give anything in return. I usually bring her a plate of food and blankets and spend the day after Christmas with her." Well, at least they solved the mystery of the day after Christmas with Damian and extra food with Alfred.

"I still don't see you. Just don't take her shopping," Tim says

"She won't take our money to buy us gifts. She won't." Jason Saw Tim opening his mouth again. " She has no money, no home, hell, the clothes currently on her back aren't even hers. She already feels like she owes us."

"She doesn't -"

"But she does. That's why she's constantly helping Alfred, always cleaning or tucking herself into the smallest corner or in Damian's room when she can't. You can take someone from nothing, from the streets, and expect them not to feel suspicious or like they owe you. On the streets, everything is an exchange."

Jason knows this. Jason lived this. He had been in her shoes at one point. He constantly worked and was on his best behavior just to stay in this manner, fearing every action would have consequences. It wasn't until his adoption that the fear disappeared. That he thought himself worth.

"I bet she saw a present or more with her name on it. The idea of presents won't upset her but for her specifically, and she had nothing to return. Yeah, that would be upsetting." It was moments like these where the family was reminded that Jason himself had spent time on their streets and that Jason himself had at one point been homeless. While Jason often took pride in being from Crime Alley, he never really spoke of his time in its cold.

"No gifts?" Cassandra asked

"Two gifts each" was still a considerably large number," and all the gifts with Asta's name on them should be removed. You can all exchange your other gifts at a later date." Bruce gave the order, and everyone began to move.

"Jason," Damian called for him to stay back. The others left, and Bruce stayed to work on the computer eavesdrop. " Your gift can stay under the tree. It's the one thing I know she'll appreciate.

Early Christmas morning

3 am

She was jealous you, Damian, could sleep so peacefully while she couldn't even close her eyes. She lay awake, listening to the silences and watching time go by. Eventually, she could not take anymore, so she shifted into a serpent and slipped from Damian's hold, slithering to the door and underneath. She turned human in the hall and made her way to the nearest window. Cracking it home, she slipped out and took flight as a snow owl. Hoping the clouds would clear her mind.

Hours later, Asta returns. Upon her return, she finds the kitchen light on. Being polite, she knocks on the kitchen door before opening it and sticks her head in it.

" It's a bit early and cold to be outside, no?" Alfred asked as he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, which read 6:17 am.

"I couldn't sleep, so I took a flight," Asta said as she stepped into the kitchen, closing the door tightly behind her and stopping the cold from getting in. "What are you doing up so early? "

"Cooking," Alfred said as he pulled more ingredients out of the fridge.

"Do they have an early morning?" she stepped to the counter, seeing everything splayed about.

"No, but it is Christmas, and dinner tends to be more special during the holidays, so more prep and time is needed. Plus Breakfast and Lunch in between." Alfred explained as he checked one of the ovens that held the Ham.

"Do you do this all by yourself?" she asked as she found a bookmarked with dozens of recipes on the counter.

"Jason will assist with after breakfast." Jason was the only other person Alfred trusted in the kitchen. He had no bad history of burning or breaking anything. But he also needed his rest after patrolling, so he only accepted assistance after breakfast, giving him time to rest.

"Can I help?" Asta asked shyly. "I would ... I would like to help you make your family dinner." After all they had given and done for her, it was the least she could do. She could never give them gifts, but the least she could make their family dinner. Gift them a warm meal just like Damian had for her every year since.

"Our family," she looked at him confused. " Our family dinner." Alfred pulls out something from a drawer and hands it to her. It is a long dark blue apron dress. It is then Asta remembers that she is naked. Before she can even apologize, Alfred shakes his head (Damian has already explained her displeasure with clothes. And while he understands, he will not allow her to cook in the nude).

" You can start with the chopping." a cutting board and knife were placed on the counter.

"Thank you," it was a load of thanks, but they weren't going to unpack. He knew what she meant and what she was grateful for. He knew. He always knew.

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sherlocks-blanket · 2 years ago

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New Year

BBC Sherlock Holmes x reader

AN: First of all, I wish everyone a Happy New Year ! Even for those who still wait for it. What isn't the best way to celebrate it but with a tiny one-shot I wrote for that very specific day?Also, I'm sorry that I haven't written anything the past weeks nor for the holidays but writers block got me locked from my creativity. So, I hope that makes it up for it. Anyways enjoy!

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The busy Christmas holidays where over with the presents exchanged, dinners eaten and the year slowly starting to end for it to start all over again.

The streets weren’t busy in the evening from new years eve, as everyone anticipated the first day of the new year at home with their families and friends before going out joining the mass outside to light fireworks to lighten the sky in golden sparks and vivid colors.

But you… had none of it with Sherlock who pretty much insisted to join him outside; not for a case, but more for a little stroll.

And the walk was longer then what you’ve expected; especially the farther you two got away from Baker Street and even outside of London streets to a rather peaceful area.

You both didn’t exchanged a word since leaving the flat, but you wondered when the two of you would head back and join the others.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Sherlock’s voice caught you off guard, when your gaze wandered to him, it followed where his attention was drawn to.

“I’m sure it will be more with the fireworks.”

The detective scoffed, “The beauty of nature can’t be compared with human inventions like fireworks.”

There was truth to his words; of course nature on it’s own can be aesthetic, but you thought that the new years fireworks had they own charm, even if they had some negative aspects; like they can get loud and scare animals and obviously leave a mess afterwards. Maybe the loudness was something Sherlock didn’t appreciate about fireworks, or the sound might only remind him of gunshots…

However, you still loved them regardless.

The walk continued furthermore without any more conversations, till you noticed Sherlock stopped beside you, and drew his phone out of his pocket for a quick glance at it; before putting it back inside his coat.

Before you could even asked if someone messaged him; your attention was drawn onto the sky when the first fireworks illuminated the sky followed with many more.

Your face lit up, knowing now why the detective asked for you to come along with him.

He wanted to show you the perfect view when the new year arrived.

“Happy new year, darling.” He responded from beside you with a smile gracing his lips, knowing he succeeded to surprise you. His arm drew you closer to his side and followed your gaze up the sky as well.

You both enjoyed in the arrival of the new year together.

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nessieart · 1 year ago

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Teeth pt. 8

|| Before the Fall pt. 1 ||

WC: 3.7K

AN: Thought I'd post this for Steve's birthday today! its been sitting in my drafts for a few days. its fitting i think! Thanks for coming along with me on this journey! it means a lot to me.

Warnings: Canon level violence, made up fantasy elements prob’ly, cursing, no y/n used.

Eventual Tony x Reader

Summary: You meet up with an old friend and then travel to see a very familiar face you haven't seen in almost a year.

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-*-

It’s been a week since Christmas Eve. A week since that horrible man put that chemical in your body. A week since you’ve seen hide or hair of Tony Stark or Pepper Potts. Tony had told you that your scent was off, like charcoal and dried flowers. It sent you into a panic and you left as soon as the two of you returned to California.

You’ve shifted a few times since Christmas, your normal oversized coyote form a balm to your wounds. You thought constant Shifting would get rid of Extremis, and it seems you were right. It’s all but gone now, and New Year’s Eve is tomorrow.

You haven’t been home in a couple decades, the snow is fresh and more than you’ve seen fall in a long time. The Grand Canyon was always your siblings favorite place to stay growing up. It reminds you of simpler times; chasing hares, terrorizing the locals and tourists alike, the clearest nights’ sky filled with billions of stars. You won’t let anyone tell you there’s more beautiful places on earth, because for you, it’s right here.

The Canyons are painted in purples, oranges and yellows as the sunsets. Reflecting the image of the sky back to the earth. The snow reflects the shimmer from the setting sun as it gets blown from the wind, and you can’t tell the difference between stars in the valley below or the night sky that’s breaking through.

“Thought it’d be another age a’fore I saw your tail again,” a voice says from behind you. You smile to yourself, but don’t turn to greet the newcomer.

You sigh, your breath floating away in the wind, “Didn’t think I’d ever come back.” The figure steps up to stand next to you, you both overlooking the Canyon. You glance at him, he looks taller than the last time you saw him. “What are you doin’ here, Leon?”

Your twin turns to you, a sad smile on his handsome face, “Felt it. Whatever happened to you,” he reaches his hand out and you take it, twining your fingers together and holding tightly. “What the hell happened to you, Flowers?”

His childhood nickname for you made tears spring to your eyes. So you tell him. Leon waits for you to finish your story, from the months leading up to you being in New York, to you being here with him. You can tell he’s holding back his anger as you tell him about last week. Being a twin, and a supernatural one at that, you two have always been able to feel the strongest emotions and pain in each other.

His eyes are glowing amber when you finish your story, there’s a low growl rippling through his chest as he heaves in a few steadying breaths.

“I’ll kill him,” he growls out, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a snarl.

“He’s dead, Lee. Everything’s fine now,” you assure him. He looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowing. You bring your finger up to smooth the crease between his brows and he sighs.

“Poppy…?” He flicks the loose collar around your neck, his head tilting to the side.

You may have left out some important information. Like finding your mate, and said mate being in a relationship already. “It’s…complicated,” you say, he raises his eyebrows at you. “My, uh, mate,” you cringe when he squeaks.

“I always thought we smelled similar,” he’s grinning. Leon’s face gets serious after a moment, “What happened that you aren’t with them now - your mate?”

You look out at the Canyon again and sigh, “He’s with someone. And he told me my scent has changed - since Extremis. I didn’t want to be around him and his girlfriend while they sort their life out now that their house was destroyed.” You look back at your twin, tears welling up in your eyes, “Like charcoal and dried out flowers. Like death.” You whisper the the last of your sentence.

Leon hushes you and pulls you in for a hug, resting his head on top of yours. His large hands rub up and down your back, trying to soothe you.

“Well, you smell fine to me,” he mumbles in your hair. You both chuckle a little. You missed your brother so much, and you always forget it used to be you and him against the world.

You inhale his scent, he still smells like wild flowers, pine, and summer sun. “I missed you so much, Sunny,” you mumble the nickname into his chest, you both hug each other a little tighter.

-*-

You stayed with Leon well into Spring. He lived in a small cabin not too far from the Grand Canyon. It reminded you of the house you all grew up in, too small for the litter of pups your parents had, but also homey and well lived in.

You spent the last few full moons running around the Canyon with our brother. You felt more free running with him than you have in a long time. And you wonder why you ever left his side to begin with.

One evening, while you wait for Leon to return home, there’s a small ding that comes from your collar.

Miss Poppy JARVIS is speaking quietly, the blue light glowing in the dark and pulsing with every word he says.

“Hi there, JARVIS, it’s been a while,” you respond. Subconsciously thumbing over the grooves of the name tag.

Indeed it has. How are you doing, if I may ask? Always so polite. You wonder if Tony really made the AI or if JARVIS just picked a personality all his own.

“I’m doing a lot better since the last time we spoke,” you sigh. “Can we cut to the chase, J? What did you need me for?”

He doesn’t respond right away, and you wonder if he’s trying to think of the right thing to say.

It’s to do with Sir and Miss Potts. He stops again, and you hum in acknowledgment. They are no longer in a relationship. Hope beats in your chest for a moment, you could go to him, and everything would be great. Or amazing. Everything you’ve ever wanted. Or…

“Why are you telling me this, J?”

I thought you would like to know. Given your feelings toward Mr Stark. And his feelings for you. Oh you cheeky AI.

“I don’t think it’s that simple anymore, is it?” You’re both silent for a moment. You think he might have gone but then the light comes back on your collar.

“Poppy?” You inhale sharply. Tony. He clears his throat, “I, uh, sorry about JARVIS. Meddlesome AI. What’s a genius to do?” You think you can hear a smirk in his voice. It’s been almost 5 months since you’ve heard his voice.

“How are you, Tony?” You ask, because you genuinely want to know. Want to know if he’s feels as empty as you have since Christmas.

There’s an audible sigh over the comms, “Oh you know,” you think you can picture him waving his hands about, feigning nonchalance and you smile to yourself. “Keeping busy. Trying to keep this teenage menace out of trouble.”

“Oh. Are- are you back in New York?” You cringe a little at your question, don’t be stupid.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’ at the end, “Settled in a few months ago. Y’know, if you want-“

Your name is called from behind you. Seems like Leon’s home. “What are you doin’ out here, Flowers?” He’s walked over to you, you’re sitting in the backyard on a rock. The sky above is cloudless and the stars look like they go on forever. He notices the light on your collar, and tilts his head, his eyebrows furrow. “Everything ok?” You nod, eyes wide as you look at him. He hums. “Well, I brought dinner home, whenever you’re ready. I’ll be inside.” He turns around and begins to walk back towards the house.

You sigh, “Sorry about that. I’ve been stay-“

“It’s fine,” Tony cuts you off. His tone clipped short. Was he upset? “I need to go, Bruce just walked in,” he says your name and the light goes out on your collar.

“Tony? Wait! Ugh! JARVIS?” There’s no reply and the light doesn’t come back on. You groan and put your head in your hands. “What the fuck was that?”

Back inside the house, your shoulders are slumped and you huff when you sit at the small table in the kitchen with Leon.

His smile is small as he looks at you, “What was that all about?”

You take the collar off and place it on the table, “Tony. His AI contacted me and wanted me to know that Tony and his girlfriend broke up.” You sigh and put your forehead on the table.

“Well, that’s a good thing, isn’t it? Now you won’t seem like a homewrecker if you pursue your mate,” he grins at you when you lift your head to glare at him. He chuckles, “What? I’m just saying.” He shrugs his shoulders.

After dinner, you and Leon are sitting in his living room, the fireplace doesn't get much attention now that it's warming up outside.

Leon turns to you, his eyes big and bright. "Come to D.C. with me," he says.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, "what?"

"I have a job that needs seeing to," he rubs the back of his neck and looks around the small living space. "My boss called me in for something. It's a small thing. No need to worry. But, I think getting back into actual civilization would be good for you."

He shrugs a little bit, giving you a hopeful smile. "I also hear they have a Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian."

Your face heats up. Of course he'd use your childhood crush of Steve to get your attention.

"I've met him, y'know," you tell him, smugly. Leon's jaw drops as he stares at you.

He tosses a pillow at your head, "No way! I don't believe you!"

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For the last 2 weeks you've tried to get in touch with JARVIS and Tony, but every time you try, there's no response. You decide to turn the collar into a bracelet, cutting and sewing the fabric to fit your wrist perfectly. You even added elastic to it so the material could stretch with you when you Shift.

You accompany Leon to Washington, D.C. He told you his boss needed him to "show up for once", and he decided to take you with him. Leon has always been good at distracting you when you get too lost in your own head.

It's nearly sun up one morning while you explore the quiet of D.C.

"I don't think I've been here since the late 70s," you tell him while you walk around the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool. "Not much has changed has it?"

Leon hums, "Maybe not a whole lot." He then points to a figure jogging around the Pool, and another one with ungodly speed. Your eyes widen as the taller figure comes into view and he's gone just as fast.

"Steve?" You say, it's barely above a whisper and you notice his feet falter and he looks over his shoulder and sees you.

Steve's jogging backwards when he lifts a hand in playful salute to you, giving you a wink, he turns around and continues his sprint.

Your brother nudges you with his elbow, "no way that just happened!" He's starstruck as he looks off to where Steve is running.

"I'll introduce you when he stops. If he stops," you grin. The man that Steve has passed comes jogging by you both and he nods his head in greeting.

It’s about an hour later you see Steve talking to the man that was also jogging around the Memorial. Steve looks like he hasn’t even broken a sweat, whereas the man on the ground is covered in it.

As you make your way closer, Steve glances over at you and smiles, his hands on his hips. He calls your name with a little wave. When you near him, he spreads his arms out and you walk into him and hug him. He hums. How is it that he smells nice after running for so long? A throat clears behind you and Steve steps back, his cheeks and the tips of his ears pink.

Steve holds his hand out to your brother, “Steve Rogers,” he offers his name.

“Oh! This is Leon,” you say as the two shake hands, “my brother.” Steve’s eyes widen ever so slightly and he glances at you, and you give him a smile.

“Pleased to meet you,” Steve says as he retracts his hand and gives Leon a nod.

Leon is grinning as he puts his hands in his pockets, “Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Captain.” He winks and you elbow him in the side.

You look at the man who has been watching the whole interaction with an amused expression on his face and you wave at him and offer him your name.

The dark skinned man turns to you, he has a flirty smile on his lips, he extends a hand, “Sam Wilson,” he nods to your brother and then turns to Steve. “You must miss the good ole days, huh?”

Steve tilts his head to the side slightly, thinking. He looks far more relaxed since the last time you saw him. “Well, things aren’t so bad,” he smirks. “Food’s a lot better - we used to boil everything,” you and Leon chuckle a little. “No polio is good. Internet - so helpful - been reading that a lot, trying to catch up.”

It’s then you realize that you forgot that Steve hasn’t lived through the turn of the century like you and your brothers have. You kind of feel bad that he’s had to figure out all this mostly by himself. Leon must sense your distress, he puts an arm around your shoulders and brings you into his side. You give him a small smile in return.

“Marvin Gaye, 1972 - Trouble Man soundtrack,” Sam says, “everything you missed, jammed into one album.” As he’s speaking you notice Steve pulling out a little notebook.

“I’ll put it on The List,” Steve says as he jots the information down Sam gave him. You wonder what else he has written down.

Leon’s phone chimes with a notification and you feel him tense. And not even 5 seconds later Steve’s phone chimes as well. Your eyebrows furrow, as Leon pulls away to check his phone.

“Alright, Sam,” Steve says as he shakes the man's hand, “duty calls. Thanks for the run - if that’s what you call running.” He smirks.

Sam scoffs, “Oh, that’s how it is?” They’re both chuckling at each other, conversing as you turn back towards Leon.

“I’m sorry, Flowers,” Leon says to you as he puts his phone away, “Bossman needs me earlier than I thought.” He puts a hand on your shoulder and gives you a sad smile. “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can, ok?” He waves goodbye to Sam and Steve and jogs off down the road.

Steve comes over to you, “Flowers, huh? I thought that’s what I could smell on you.” Your eyes widen and lips part as you look up at him, and before you can respond the rev of an engine meets your ears as a sleek black Corvette pulls up to the curb near you all. The window on the passenger side rolls down and you see a beautiful woman with fiery red hair in the driver's seat.

She leans forward, “Hey, any of you know where the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick up a fossil,” she smirks.

“That’s hilarious,” Steve deadpans. He brings his forefinger to your chin and tips it up, gives you a wink and walks towards the car. When he’s seated in the passenger seat he looks back at Sam, “can’t run everywhere.”

You stand next to Sam as he crouches down, “No you can’t.” He grins up at you and you smirk back at him. You wave goodbye to Steve and he gives you a soft smile, and the car speeds away.

“It was nice to meet you, Sam,” you say as you step away from him. You had to remember where your brother's apartment was now that you’re alone. You look around, eyebrows furrowed.

Sam stands up and crosses his arms over his chest, “You and Captain America a thing, or can I ask you out for breakfast?” He smirks at you and you scoff.

“Doesn’t every girl have a thing for Captain America?” He raises an eyebrow at you, “no uh, Steve’s just a friend. And I- well it’s complicated I guess,” you run the tips of your fingers against the fabric of the wristband on your arm.

Sam brings his hands up, “Hey, it was an innocent joke. I didn’t mean anything by it,” he gives you a soft smile, which you return. He waves it off, “but seriously, let me take you out to breakfast. You look a little lost.” He shrugs when you give him a look.

You nod your head, you were pretty hungry, and you won’t say no to a free meal.

You had a great morning with Sam. He was funny and could keep a conversation going, even if you didn’t have much to say. You told him how you met Steve, but not the circumstances, just that you met him in New York last Fall and got to know him and a few of the other Avengers. You also told him about Peter, how you and him became fast friends in the short amount of time you knew him.

You left out what you are and your weird relationship with Tony. Instead telling Sam about your brother Leon and how close you two are. Sam had asked if you and Leon had “that weird twin thing going on��. You laughed and said you did. Something you couldn’t really explain unless you’d give away your secret of being a Shifter, and exposing Supernaturals in general. But there was something about Sam that made you want to tell him all your secrets - maybe his kind eyes and gentle demeanor.

-*-

It was early afternoon the next day when your phone chimed with a message. Leon still wasn’t back from work and you were getting antsy. He did send you a message in the middle of the night saying he wasn’t sure when he would be back.

You checked your phone and it was a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hello, it’s Steve. Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the Air and Space museum?

You smiled, and typed a reply.

You: Sure, Steve! I’d love to go.

Steve: Great, I can pick you up.

You give Steve the address to your brother’s apartment, and go get ready. As you’re waiting for him to arrive you notice the light on your wristband is blinking. Your brow furrows and you press it. A small projection of Tony pops up and your heart flutters.

There’s a small smile on your face as you take in the sight of him. The blue holo-image is from his chest up, it looks like he’s sitting at a desk and the camera is just off to the side. Tony’s tinkering with a repulsor from an Iron Man hand, goggles over his eyes, his tongue peaks out from between his lips. You can hear the faint rhythm of music in the background.

“Tony?” You say softly. He jumps, dropping the screwdriver-like device from his hand to the table top with a clang.

He tears the goggles off his eyes and they sit on his head, his eyes are wide as they look towards the camera.

Tony inhales sharply, “Poppy…?” He says softly. “JARVIS!” He yells after a few seconds of staring at you.

The music cuts out and the AI replies, Sir?

“Don’t you ‘Sir’ me, JARVIS!” Tony goes off for a minute on the AI and you’re giggling at him. He seems to notice after a minute and turns back to you. You can only assume he can also see you, a soft expression on his face at your quiet giggling.

“How are you, Tony?”

Tony places his head in his hand as he stares at you, and your cheeks burn at the attention. “Better now,” he says. The look on his face sobers and he clears his throat. “I’m sorry, about before. A few weeks ago,” he rubs the back of his neck with his other hand, “I didn’t mean to sound so, y’know,” he waves his hand in the air, and you smile at him.

“It’s okay, I would have acted the same way. That was my brother, Leon,” you clarify. And he hums in response. There’s a far off look in his eyes and he sighs deeply. You chuckle a little, “You listening, Tony?”

“Wh-? Of course I am,” he straightens up and drops his hand back to the table. The blue of his holo-self flickers a bit, “Where are you now?”

“D.C.” you say, your phone dings and you pick it up. Steve says he’s outside your building and you turn your attention back to Tony. “Hey, I’d love to catch up later. If you’re free - I uh, promised Steve I’d go to his exhibit with him.”

Tony has a smirk on his face, “A date with Capsicle, eh?” You roll your eyes, heat going to your ears. “Tap the receiver twice and JARVIS will notify me and I’ll call you. It’s good to see you, Poppy.”

You smile at him, the blue hologram flickering again. “It’s really good to see you too, love.” Tony smiles and you think he blushes because his hand covers his mouth and he looks away from you for a second.

“See you later,” he raises a hand, like he's going to turn off the call, “sweetheart.” And the call ends. The apartment is quiet again, and you sigh deeply. You missed him, and you almost forgot how much until you saw and heard him again.

Your phone chimes again, and you shake off your daze,

You: I’m on my way down!

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Thanks for reading!! Happy Birthday, Steve!

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nocompromise-noregrets · 1 year ago

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five good things

I figure it's probably time for one of these; haven't done one in a while.

The migration of our file storage to Sharepoint at job number one is finally over, HOORAY. It seems to have gone fairly well, but the whole process was much more complicated than it needed to be and the communication/instructions was pretty dire throughout. But it's done and now I can stop masterminding that and go back to cataloguing my files at last.

I'm in the process of organising my catalogue database at job number two, also at last - I started transferring my predecessor's Word lists into it in about 2016 and once everything was in I started categorising everything in about 2020; the categorising is now done, and I'm working through the categories straightening everything out and assigning them numbers so that eventually if it goes into a proper database (it's in Excel at the moment as a convenient holder for the data, but I want to get it into the database at job number one as it would be so much easier to use). And it is DEEPLY satisfying. Everything is finally starting to make sense.

I've been after a pair of purple Doc Martens for most of the year - I got a pair of 'vegan' patent ones from ebay but they are bizarrely narrow and I can't wear them, even in one size up (I usually have no problem at all with Docs, they're always true to size for me but these are awful), and I've been keeping a saved search for the non-vegan blackcurrant 'lamper' ones from a few years ago but they seem quite rare and so far haven't come up in my size. And then last week one of my saved searches came up with a pair of 'purplish blue' glitter ones, in my size (it is a miracle) and they are the perfect shade of purple. I'm picky with my purples, I much prefer the blue-toned shades to the pink-toned ones, and these are just right. I love them so much!

I've finished both my Yuletide assignment (which went in a direction I was definitely not expecting XD ) and a treat for an old friend, so all I need to do is post them and that's that off my plate.

I'm really enjoying this year's English course - it's level 2, after I did the level 3 course first, and it's much easier, more sociolinguistics based, although I think I'm overthinking the assignments because I'm used to working at level 3 now. It's really interesting, so far we've had stuff about the history and spread of English, accents and pronunciation and how to use the Oxford English Dictionary, and for my first assignment I got - dear lord - 100%. Unheard of. I think I had 100% for one of the assignments on the beginner's German course, but I had an unfair advantage on that one because I'd retained a lot of my A-level German from thirty years ago. I actually rather struggled with this assignment (overthinking things, I think, but I found it quite complex) and wasn't expecting to have done nearly that well, so that was very satisfying.

I have one more week of work and then I'm taking three weeks off for Christmas to recharge, study, work on my WIPs with any luck, and just generally chill out. The parents are coming to us for Christmas Day, which will be nice, and they're staying at the pub (it's also a hotel) so we're going to have dinner there with them on Christmas Eve and then have them to ours for Christmas Day. Which means I'm going to have to dig out the decorations and lights, which I wasn't quite sure I was going to bother to do this year, but I think it'll do me good. Light everything as bright as possible and stick two fingers up at the darkness, is my general philosophy at this time of year. :D

I'm doing okay at the moment, I think - I don't usually do very well with winter, but this year seems to be easier than usual somehow. Let's see how I feel come January...

We're greatly enjoying the Doctor Who 60th anniversary specials - Ten and Donna were always our favourites, and it's been so great to see Fourteen being able to go back and resolve Donna's storyline. We rewatched their series and then kept going, because although we did give each new Doctor a try, we never really got on with them because we'd loved Ten so much so we've not actually watched a full series since Ten and Donna; and we're enjoying them now we've a) got a bit of distance, and b) got Ten back as Fourteen, I think XD I'm not very fond of Amy, but Rory is lovely and we've recently 'met' Mark Williams as his dad and he's just wonderful. :D

I'm knitting myself a poncho to wear for work as I bought one a few weeks ago and have been greatly enjoying swishing around in it so I thought I'd make myself another one; it's a bigger project than most of the ones I've done before but so far it's going okay and I'm having fun with it.

As always, if you like this format do feel free to take it and run with it - not compulsory to stick to five (I rarely do) but if you can manage to get up to five it's quite therapeutic, I find. The good things can be as big or as small as you like, much like that 'daily delight' thing that's been going round this year.

#five good things

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always-andromeda · 2 years ago

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Hi Meda! 🥰

I wanted to write a little Christmas blurb for Joby, but I thought sharing it with you was a great idea since I love how you write and I particularly love your Joby fics 🖤

I wrote on my notes "Christmas Joby fic where he's all grumpy but discover the Christmas spirit thanks to the reader"

Just a fluffy Christmas fic idea hihi

I would love to read your version of this!

Have the nicest day 💕

– 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐉𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭・2,410

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲・you're a mean one, Joby Taylor...

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞・this is just a little thing that I wanted to put out since the holidays haven't been super fun this year and writing Joby always makes things better lol. I haven't done a bunch of writing since getting covid so we're trying to get back into the swing of things. thank you dearly for this request, odd! and I hope you had a lovely holiday! (and lmao not me mentioning my own personal inserts for Joby's bandmates and sprinkling in my headcanons for his childhood; just indulge in my holiday fluff and move on y'all lol)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬・Joby doesn't understand the Christmas spirit, bits of angst, but mostly just pure comfort and fluff, nothing else I can think of!

Joby takes a long drag from his cigarette. Then let the burn of smoke replace the odd emptiness in his lungs. He's still cold; still freezing inside the too thin material of his leather jacket. The lining manages to hold the stench of tobacco better than any sort of heat. Steps away from his own apartment, he can easily seek the solace of an insulated room.

Yet, he keeps himself at a distance, whittling down his cigarette. These days never seem to end. Since the shift of fall to winter, you've been in a bright, ineffable mood. Every time you had to do anything, holiday music became your soundtrack. The Christmas tree that you'd wanted now lit up a corner of his apartment. A corner that was usually delegated for dirty clothes that he needed to bring to the laundry room. The stench of stale take-out is now replaced by the scent of sugar cookies. Or snow clinging to the limb of a pine tree. Whatever bullshit candle you'd picked up from the store while grocery shopping.

Each of these things were foreign to him. Sure, he knew about the hallmarks of the holidays. But he knew it like a song that he couldn't quite grasp the lyrics of. Though he could hum the tune, the words themselves escaped him. He can't think of a time where he'd known this kind of warmth. Joby spent most of his holidays on the road. He'd found family in the shitty bars his band played cheap Christmas Eve shows for. There were plenty of other sad saps like him who had nothing better to do than spend the holidays wallowing in their own misery with drinking buddies.

As soon as you asked him what he wanted for Christmas, it hit him that no one had asked him that since he was little. And even then, it's not like he'd ever grown up with the means to receive the things on his wish list. Something about the question makes him recoil. It's a bit too close for comfort; he doesn't let himself get this deep into a relationship. But when it's you, it's disarmingly simple.

He thought he'd be immune when you both decorated the tree. He couldn't even bring himself to grumble when you asked him to put the star on the top. It only got worse when your kisses started tasting of peppermint, marshmallow, and mocha. That had him leaning a bit more into you every time, searching for that warmth he didn't know he'd even wanted. That craving scares the hell out of him.

It's why he takes this breather on Christmas morning. It's why part of him hopes that he freezes to death on the porch before he has to go back inside. Because part of him is terrified of those frigid defenses melting away. But his cigarette has nearly burned down to the filter.

Joby breathes out the last puff of smoke with a small cough and flicks the butt off into the snow. It disappears along with his excuse to avoid the inevitable. Because, in truth, the prospect of exchanging gifts with you makes him feel nearly as lightheaded and overwhelmed as a night out after a long show.

Turning to open the door, he's immediately greeted with the scent of sugar and spice from cinnamon rolls you'd put in the oven. Then there's the slow melody of Christmas music playing in the kitchen. It's all sleigh bells and the sound of a choir, a genre that he isn't particularly fond of, but he'll tolerate it today.

"Are you finally ready to open presents?" you ask eagerly, lips curling into a hopeful smile. You're over in the corner of the living room, sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the Christmas tree, practically rocking back and forth with excitement like a little kid.

"Yeah, let's get it over with," Joby grumbles, grabbing the Santa hat he'd set down on the coffee table before stepping outside. He pulls it snug over the top of his head and sits beside you.

"Jesus, Mr. Grinch, you smell like a goddamn smokestack this morning."

Joby leans over and gives an exaggerated grin, "Grinch? Does that mean I've got garlic in my teeth too?"

"Oh my god," you chuckle. "That is not the lyric."

"Then what's the lyric?"

"You've got termites in your smile. The garlic's in your soul, baby," you tap his nose and he scrunches it, shooting you a mocking look.

"Hey, you're lucky I even stayed awake during that shit. Cut me a little slack."

With mock offense, you gasp. "Never. How the Grinch Stole Christmas is a classic cartoon and it's not my fault you were raised in the wild without it." Though your tone is teasing, the jab doesn't hit him that way. That's another part of Christmas that is lost on him. He had no clue that there were traditions. Holiday movies that you watched regularly. Little activities that you did with loved ones. Christmas carols that you were supposed to know like the back of your hand. All things that weren't priorities when you were raised by a single mother that usually worked over the holidays.

You notice how quiet he gets over the joke and quickly correct yourself, "That was mean, I'm sorry. Let's get to presents, yeah?"

Joby sniffs, feigning no resentment at the remark. "If you can't wait any longer, then tear it up, princess." He shrugs with a bit of a smirk.

"Okay!" you exclaim, bending over to pull the two wrapped presents from under the tree. You both promised to keep it simple, fully aware that the band's merchandise sales wouldn't have supported an overly indulgent holiday. But you assured him up and down that that would be okay. The cost and quantity of presents didn't matter as long as you got to share the day with him. You'd managed to reiterate that philosophy throughout all of your time with him. You didn't care it he was broke or if he managed to win the lottery on one of the dozens of scratch tickets he bought over the course of a month. As long as he stayed your Joby, you didn't care.

You hand the present you'd wrapped in green patterned paper and topped with a shimmery gold bow to your boyfriend, watching his expression shift from his usual nonchalance to a new nervousness. It only deepens when he glances at you as you inspect his wrapping job on your own present.

Truly, you weren't planning on saying anything more about his wrapping abilities. The more you talked about what you wanted to do with him for the holidays, the more you learned that he didn't really get to experience any of that. So, there was a good chance that nobody ever taught him how to wrap a gift, period. But you couldn't hold back a snicker when you noticed that he'd taped up practically every messily folded edge of the wrapping paper. The pattern was striped red and white like a candy cane. And guessing by the crushed green bow on top and the bashed in corners of the box, you assumed that he'd had it bouncing around the back of his car for a few days before it made it underneath the tree.

Joby blinked quickly and cleared his throat before saying slowly, "Sorry about the wrap job. It's not nearly as good as yours is."

You snort, not being able to find any sort of disappointment inside you to show anything but endearment towards his effort. "No, It's super cute. I like how you chose the biggest bow you possibly could. Very...imposing," you joke. "Maybe next year I'll teach you how to use a little less tape though." You begin your struggle to tear the paper off of the box.

The promise of next year makes Joby's stomach twist and turn. It takes a few more seconds for him to redirect his attention to the gift in his lap. The rectangular package was smaller than yours and he couldn't help but feel partially relieved at that. And even though he was deliberately moving at a snail's pace, the immense amount of tape you were working with ensured that he opened the present in his lap before you opened yours.

That's when he realizes that the package isn't a box, but a book. A book with your handwriting scrawled across the front in black marker saying: Our Memories. With a trembling hand, Joby opens the book and skims over the inscription on the inner cover.

I know this isn't much. But I love being with you and I hope this shows you that. Because you're kind of cool or whatever sometimes. I'm just being stupid. I love you. Merry Christmas, Joby. ♡

As he flips through the book, he takes in page after page filled with pictures from his shows. There's one of Joby and his bandmates backstage, laughing over some joke he doesn't remember. There's one of him holding his arms out for you after a show. There's one of you during a band practice awkwardly holding Joby's guitar while he watches you with an adoring eye. Amongst the pictures are little tokens from dates long since passed. Old receipts from fast food dinners in his car. You'd written lyrics from songs you'd listened to with him during late night drives. There are tickets from his shows that you insisted on buying even though he assured you that you could just go backstage with him for free. He momentarily wonders if that bit of your stubbornness was planned just for this. Joby wouldn't put it past you to be this thoughtful and sentimental.

"How did you...where did you get all of this stuff?" Joby laughs incredulously.

You smile hesitantly, "Oh, you know James takes insane amounts of pictures at like all of the gigs. So I just asked him to print a few. The rest I kind of just...already had saved?"

"You kept all of this?" Joby asks. It's not accusatory; it's more of him genuinely wondering. Wondering what makes him so special that someone would just decide that his dumb doodles on restaurant napkins would be so important that you'd keep them. Why you'd want to remember him at all is a bewildering thought.

"Of course," you scoff. "I like having little things that remind me of you." Like cherishing him is the most natural thing for you to do. But the excitement for the gift in front of you overpowers your urge to completely gush over him. Joby isn't much of a gift giver. His idea of a surprise is grabbing you snacks from the convenience store on his way home from getting gas. So the prospect of having some small thing directly from him already makes you want to scream.

You tug on the flaps to open the box and are face to face with a teddy bear, packed so tightly in the box that you're surprised the package hadn't popped open on its own. Pulling on the limbs, you set the large bear free from its cardboard confines.

Suddenly, Joby feels as though he's walked into a Michelin star restaurant in leather and denim; the gift giving version of underdressed. Underprepared, unqualified, and unworthy of the love you have just given him.

When you look up at Joby again, he begins to explain, "Oh, uh," he fiddles with the torn flaps of paper on his own present. "Remember the last time the band went out of town without you, you said you missed having someone to sleep with? So I thought that uh...next time I'm on the road, he can hold the fort down, ya know..." Joby shakes his head, not able to fight the rising embarrassment in his expression. "I'm sorry, that sounds so stupid. I should've-"

Joby can hardly get the self deprecating comment out before you cast the plush bear aside and lunge into his arms, wrapping your own arms around his neck. "Are you kidding me?" your voice is muffled against the leather jacket covering his shoulder. "It's perfect. I love it."

Gently placing a hand on your back and attempting to return the tight embrace, he says, "Are you sure? It's not...it's not too cheap, right?"

"Joby, I literally picked up that blank scrapbook for less than a dollar at the Goodwill. Besides, we promised not to stress about spending a bunch of money. I promise you, I love him. But I love you even more."

Joby holds onto you a little tighter and clenches his eyes closed, keeping back the tears that gather at his bottom lash line.

You pull away for a little bit and cup his cheeks. Your lips are so soft and so close to his own chapped ones as you start to whisper, "I'm just gonna need your help naming him."

Joby stares at your soft lips and replies absentmindedly, "Yeah, what are you thinking?"

"I'm really liking Malcolm," you tease. Joby winces at the dumb joke.

He reaches past you to grab the stuffed bear. "Okay, good thing I kept the receipt. Because I think someone's Christmas present is getting returned."

"No, no, no, you can't take him after I've just adopted him! That's cruel!" you giggle with a whine.

Joby clicks his tongue and corrects you, "Ah, cruel is thinking about naming your new cuddle buddy after my idiot bassist." Malcolm is just the right amount of clueless that he would get a big head over the joke. And Joby is just the right amount of cocky to get offended by it. "Think of something else, princess."

Your eyes get big like a lightbulb went off in your head, "I think his working name should be the Grinch."

"The Grinch? I thought I was your Grinch?"

You press your hand over his chest and Joby swears that he stops breathing for a moment when you pause, seeming to listen intently. Finally, you conclude with a gentle peck to his lips, "Nope, not anymore. I'm afraid your heart has grown three sizes this day, Joby Taylor."

Grabbing onto your chin, Joby pulls you back to his mouth to give you a deeper kiss. As you turn your head and sigh into the kiss, Joby smiles to himself. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, does mean a little bit more.

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #for ellen #joby taylor #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor x you #joby taylor x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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