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steddieasitgoes · 11 months ago

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Pulling triple duty with this one.

Written for @steddiemas Day 29: Holiday Parties and @thefreakandthehair Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge. It's also a holiday sequel to my big bang fic Signed, Sealed Delivered, I'm Yours

My prompt for the Winter Fanworks Challenge was: “If I wear that sweater to work, my boss will kill me."

Tags: Established relationships, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Mailman Steve, Platonic Soulmate Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Slice of Life

wc: 4003 | Rating: T

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The Brookbridge Post Office holiday party is a tradition that dates back long before Steve joined the ranks. Every year Warren splurges on renting out a private room at a restaurant or banquet hall before passing all the planning off to his assistant of the month. The only rule, as far as Steve’s aware, is that it has to be tied to some charity organization so that he can write the whole thing off later.

This year is no different as the invitation he finds shoved into his work locker has the Toys for Tots logo front and center. What is different is the attire section that requests all guests break out their best holiday sweaters for the occasion.

Steve’s not sure what constitutes a holiday sweater, but he has a closet full of knit red and green ones that’ll surely work. No sweat off his back. Especially since he’s also done with the toy shopping.

The holiday party isn’t Steve’s favorite way to spend a random Saturday in December, but he always sucks it up and goes. Usually drags Robin along with him so they can stand in the corner getting drunk off free drinks while making fun of Tommy and his gang of mini-me’s as they try to hit on everyone’s plus ones.

It’s not the highlight of their holiday season by any means, but it's a tradition they’ve had going for years now. One he’s not sure he wants to break this year even though he could take Eddie as his romantic plus one. Which is exactly what he tells Robin during their Saturday movie marathon.

They’re sprawled out on the couch, Dumpster between them, with Christmas Vacation playing in the background. They’ve seen it enough times to quote the entire thing from memory so neither minds the interruption. It’s not like they ever actually watch movies on their Saturday movie afternoons anyway.

“Are you kidding me, Steve?” Robin snorts, lobbing a pillow at his head. “Of course, you’re taking Eddie!”

“But we always go together.”

“Only because you never have a date!”

“So, what? You’ve been going all these years as my pity plus one?” Steve asks, nudging her with his knee.

“I’m sorry, did you think I liked hanging out in some stuffy banquet hall listening to Hagan and his little groupies try to hit on me?”

“Don’t forget the year Warren hit on you.” Robin retches, startling Dumpster from her slumber. The cat yawns before slowly climbing off the couch and down the hallway in search of somewhere quieter to sleep.

“Take Eddie. It’ll be fun!”

“Don’t you think two months of dating is too soon to be taking him to work events?”

This time it’s Robin’s bony knee that jabs into the meaty flesh of his thigh.“Jesus, Robs,” he hisses, pulling the hem of his shorts up to check for instant bruising.

“You’re dumber than I thought if you really think you and Eddie have only been dating for two months. What about all those months before, huh?” Steve doesn’t say anything, just rolls his eyes in silent protest. She’s not wrong, but she’s not right either. “Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t already met some of the people from work when he goes to the post office.”

“I mean, yeah, I guess you’re right,” Steve sighs. Still, there’s something lingering in the pit of his stomach. A gnawing, unpleasant weight that he can’t shake. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before he brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Tommy’s going to be there, though.”

The same Tommy who has been a Grade-A douchebag since getting removed from Steve’s route and put back on sorter/greeter duty. Steve’s not sure why he doesn’t just quit if he’s so miserable but every day he finds himself on the receiving end of a lackluster death glare.

Also, the same Tommy who gave Eddie the nickname “Mr. Dreamy.” The same Tommy who relentlessly hit on Eddie until he finally got thrown out of his house once and for all.

The same Tommy who has no idea that the guy Steve is seeing, because yes, Tommy knows Steve is seeing someone and teases him about it daily, is said, Mr. Dreamy.

Bringing Eddie into that is a recipe for disaster. One Steve’s not sure he even wants to subject himself to, let alone Eddie.

“On second thought,” Robin says, scrambling to sit up. “Can you take two guests? I will suffer the gross gazes and bad pick-up lines of your male coworkers just so I can see Hagan’s face fall when he realizes you’re dating the guy he was after.”

Steve laughs despite himself, shaking his head. If there’s one thing Robin loves, it’s being a fly on the wall for some good, old-fashioned drama.

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With Robin officially denying his plus-one invitation, Steve sets out to ask Eddie.

It’s not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, he knows this, but something about it also feels like a Big Deal — with a capital B and D. Sure, they’ve branched out from their routine lunch dates — they have a standing Sunday brunch double date with the girls and make a point to go out at least once during the week, plus Steve regularly stops by the shop now, but it's different inviting Eddie to go to a work event with him.

It’s another step in their relationship.

One toward a more permanent future and Steve doesn’t want to fuck it up by scaring Eddie away.

So he spends a week testing the waters. Asks Eddie about his holiday plans over Toasty Treats’ legendary holiday turkey sandwich on Tuesday. Brings up Tommy’s latest fuck up over chili leftovers on Thursday to gage Eddie’s feelings about him (“Jesus H. Christ he really is an idiot,” he laughs, clearly poking fun, but not in the teasing way he does with Steve that always makes his cheeks heat up). During brunch on Sunday, he goads Robin into sharing a fun anecdote from last year's party where one too many cocktails had her and Steve taking over the karaoke machine serenading guests all night with off-key renditions of Christmas carols.

When Steve steals a glance at Eddie he finds him smiling and laughing along with the story.

And just like that the seed is planted.

Steve finally gets the courage to ask the question he’s been dancing around for a week on Tuesday over leftover Chinese takeout.

“Course I’ll be your plus-one, Stevie,” Eddie answers mouthful of Chow-Mien. “I’ll be your plus-one anytime, anywhere, any—”

“Alright, you sap,” Steve laughs, leaning over the table to steal a kiss.

“Does this mean I’m finally going to see the back room where the mail sorter fairies work?”

“Unfortunately not. The party’s at the banquet hall in town.”

“Dammit,” Eddie sighs.

“Oh, and you have to wear a Christmas sweater.”

“Love me a good theme!”

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Turns out, what Steve considers a Christmas sweater is very different from what Eddie considers a Christmas sweater. A fact he’s currently in the midst of learning as he glances around Eddie’s bedroom.

“Stevie, sweetheart, love of my life,” Eddie says, clasping his hands in front of him as he rocks on the balls of his feet. “That is not a Christmas sweater.”

Steve glances down at the knit sweater he’s wearing before fisting the hem and pulling it away from his chest to get a better look. He’s not sure what Eddie’s talking about. It’s totally a Christmas sweater!

“Yeah it is, Eds,” he defends. “It has a reindeer and a tree on it. That’s pretty Christmas.”

Eddie gawks for a moment before scrubbing a hand down his face. Steve knows he only does that when he’s frustrated so he braces for whatever he’s going to say.

“Objectively speaking, yes, it is a Christmas sweater. But it’s also not a Christmas sweater.”

This time it’s Steve who gawks at Eddie. He’s used to Eddie getting worked up over random things, but this is a new one. “Okay Christmas Sweater expert, what is an appropriate Christmas sweater then.”

“I’m glad you asked,” Eddie grins before stalking over to the pile of clothes on his bed. He shuffles through the clothes for a moment, tossing a few shirts to the wayside before he shouts victoriously and turns around clutching a red sweater in his hands. “Now this is a Christmas sweater.”

Steve can’t help the cackle that escapes him the minute his eyes land on the sweater. It’s a red monstrosity with an upside-down snowman sprawled out over the entire thing. A plastic carrot of some sort protrudes off and hanhs low, blending with the tinsel on the hat and two blue ornament balls that also dangle low

“If I wear that sweater to work, my boss will kill me,” Steve says through laughter.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad!”

“Eddie!” Steve squawks, brows knitted together. “It’s literally a dick and balls!”

“Warren is a buzz kill,” Eddie sighs, tossing the sweater aside. Without another word, he reaches for another sweater from the mess on his bed and turns around. “What about this one?”

This one is green with a gingerbread man smiling in the middle. It looks innocent enough except for the fact that the gingerbread has bloodshot eyes and the words “let’s get baked” are stitched in big white letters followed by a marijuana leaf.

“Are you trying to get me fired? Again!”

“Hey,” Eddie scolds playfully. “I didn’t get you fired, I got you demoted. And we agreed it was both our fault. Don’t be putting the blame on me! Besides I’m just sticking with the theme.”

“Baby, the theme is Christmas sweaters not whatever this is,” Steve says waving his hands in the air.

“These are Christmas sweaters.”

“I mean, yeah, they’re technically Christmas sweaters but they’re not appropriate!” Steve laughs. “Where did you even find them?”

“Are you forgetting I work with artists all day? Me and the guys make them.”

“You made these?” Steve asks, snatching the sweater from his hands to get a better look.

Up close it's easier to tell that they’re homemade. The stitches are slightly askew, a missing thread or two here and there. Overall though they’re store-like quality. He didn’t even know Eddie could sew let alone sew an entire inappropriate Christmas sweater. If the tattooing thing doesn’t work out, maybe he and the Hellfire guys should start a clothing line.

“That’s pretty impressive actually.”

“So, does that mean you’ll wear one?”

“To my work party? Absolutely not,” Steve laughs.

“Come on,” Eddie whines. “Nowhere on that invite does it say it has to be appropriate!”

“I’m pretty sure it’s implied! Maybe you can get away with that at the shop's holiday parties, but Brookbridge is full of stuck-up employees. Warren might be sleeping with his assistant but I don’t think he’ll appreciate this,” Steve says, lifting the gingerbread sweater.

“I guess that means I should change then.”

“Wait, you’re wearing one of these right now?” Eddie nods, coaxing another chuckle from Steve. “What does yours look like?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

With eyes shining with mirth and that crooked smile, Steve loves so much, Eddie slowly peels off his leather jacket revealing the Christmas sweater he’s been wearing. It’s hunter-green and looks incredibly soft to the touch. Unfortunately, the words “Well Hung” are stitched in a bright green across the chest. Four baubles are stitched on underneath in various sizes trying their best to make the phrase Christmas-appropriate instead of the innuendo it is.

“Oh my god,” Steve wheezes, doubling over in laughter. It takes him a minute to compose himself and when he does Eddie is standing there beaming with pride. “S’clever and definitely true.” Eddie’s smile grows even wider at that. “But yeah, I think you should change, baby.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Eddie groans.

“Hey, I’m plenty fun,” he says, quickly closing the distance between them. Steve gets his hands on Eddie, wrapping them around his middle and pulling him flush with his chest before searing a kiss to his lips. “But I don’t want to give Tommy any ideas. Don’t think he’d back off if he saw you advertising yourself like this.”

Eddie hums in consideration before reluctantly agreeing. Wiggling out of Steve’s grasp, he yanks the sweater off and tosses it onto the bed with the other rejected sweaters. Then, he sulks over to his closet to search for another sweater. A few minutes pass, nothing but the sounds of plastic hangers clanging against the metal rod filling the room before Eddie turns around with a huff.

“So, turns out I don’t have any appropriate Christmas sweaters.”

Steve laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I have a spare lying around. We’ll just stop by my place before heading over.”

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They get intercepted by Debbie as they’re trying to leave, costing them an extra ten minutes they don’t have to spare. That added with the detour to Steve’s place and the inevitable quickie that follows when they realize Robin isn’t home makes them an hour late to the party.

But it’s not a big deal. Hardly anyone but Betty even realizes they’re late. And the only reason she notices is because she’s smoking outside the door when they get there.

“You clean up nice,” she says like she does every holiday party. Tossing the cigarette to the floor, she snubs it out with the toe of her boots before slowly dragging her eyes up Eddie. “You do too, Eddie, right?”

“Uh, yeah, I’m Eddie. And thank you, ma’am.”

Betty tsks, waving her hand in the air. “None of this ma’am crap. Just Betty is fine. Steve’s told me lots about you. Have you made a decision on that P.O. Box yet?”

Steve has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from snorting. That day doesn’t leave the best taste in his mouth considering how it ended, but it did start out with a lot of promise.

“Oh, uh, I don’t think it’s for me. S’much easier to have my mail delivered to me. Especially when he’s doing it.”

Betty glances at Steve and gives him another slow once over before winking at the both of them. “M’sure it is,” she laughs. “You boys better get in there. Don’t want to miss the fun.”

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The banquet hall is decorated just as it always is. A giant Christmas tree sits in the middle. A handful of tables surround a small dance floor. There’s a buffet of food on one end, the donation table on the other. A small band is set up on stage, serenading the crowd with a mix of Top 40s and holiday hits. No karaoke machine this year much to Eddie’s chagrin.

After a round of drinks, Steve gets to mingling, introducing Eddie to the handful of coworkers he actually likes. The introductions are brief and his co-workers are quick to share embarrassing stories about Steve’s early days on the job with Eddie who listens and laughs along.

Eventually, Warren finds them, his wife draped lovingly on his arm while his assistant throws daggers his way from the bar. Steve puts on his best smile and expertly navigates the small talk, making a point to compliment Warren’s wife and joke about her being out of his league. Warren’s quick to excuse the both of them after that.

“He gives me the creeps,” Eddie shivers, watching as he guides his wife through the sea of people with a hand on the small of her back all the while making eyes with his assistant across the room.

“He’s definitely a douchebag,” Steve agrees.

He takes a sip of his drink as he scans the room. They’ve been here for almost two hours now and he hasn’t spotted Tommy once. Usually, he’s the center of attention at these things. Dancing up a storm and making it a point to flirt with everyone’s plus ones. Maybe he’s already staked his claim on someone and is getting lucky in the bathroom, Steve thinks before shaking the thought from his head. Who is he kidding, Tommy doesn’t have that kind of luck.

If he’s honest with himself, he’s sort of bummed that Tommy hasn’t made his presence known to him yet. Not because he wants to see him, he’d be happy going the rest of his life without having to share the same room with the guy, but because he wants to show Eddie off. And, okay, maybe he also wants to see Tommy’s face fall like Robin wanted to.

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Steve is swaying with Eddie on the dance floor when the devil that is Tommy shithead Hagan finally materializes. He’s beyond tipsy, uneven on his feet, and freckled face flushed redder than Steve’s ever seen it. His eyes are glossy and his lips are curled in a way that sends alarm bells blaring in Steve’s head.

Trouble is afoot.

Afoot? Christ he’s spending too much time with Eddie.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Harrington.” He practically spits before whipping his head to stare at Eddie. “And oh, look what the postman dragged in. Yesterday’s mail!”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, taking a step toward Tommy. He gives Steve a mischievous look before cocking his head to the side as he gives Tommy his full attention. “Do I know you?”

“Oh don’t play coy in front of your little boy toy, darling,” Tommy slurs, reaching out to rest a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

It takes all the strength in Steve’s body not to reach out and yank his arm away. Thankfully, Eddie does it for him, shrugging the offending hand off with more force than necessary.

“Oh come on,” Tommy scoffs, more of a whine than anything else. “Don’t pretend like we didn’t have the best times when Harrington got himself demoted. What’s it like getting my sloppy seconds, Harrington?”

“Watch it, Tommy,” Steve scolds, taking a step closer to Hagan. He’s not going to make a scene, he’s not. But he’s also not going to stand here and let him talk about Eddie like that.

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head. “If I’m anyone’s sloppy seconds I’m Steve’s. And they are very sloppy if you catch my drift.”

Steve bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He knows he shouldn’t encourage this, but it's hard to be the bigger person when Tommy is standing right there purposely antagonizing him for his own gain. Sue him for wanting to play the game just a little.

“Sorry, Tommy, but Eds here is right,” Steve says, placing a delicate hand on Eddie’s shoulder before squeezing it. “Don’t you remember, I got demoted for hooking up with a “bombshell” in the van? Well, guess what, you’re looking at him.”

“That— that’s not what happened,” Tommy says, directing his words at Steve, not Eddie. “You weren’t with him! Aaron said you were with…”

Steve watches the metaphorical gears turning in Tommy’s head as he trails off. Can tell the moment things start clicking. He really had no clue that the guy Steve had been seeing was Eddie. Steve watches the stunned look spread across his face the same way it spread across his all those months ago when he caught Tommy leaving Eddie’s place. The gross realization that they actually do have the same type after all.

“Why don’t you keep moving Hagan,” Steve says, nodding his head in the opposite direction.

“Nah, I think I’m good right here, actually,” he says, confidence returning.

This guy just doesn’t know when to quit.

“Tommy seriously,” Steve tries again. “Go bother someone else. We’re not interested.”

“Oh, so you’re speaking for him now too?”

“Please,” Eddie scoffs. “You know I’m not interested in you. Never have been and never will be.”

That does it.

Steve sees the moment Tommy’s confident facade breaks. The rosiness of his cheeks grows into an angry red, flooding his body. His eyes, once glossy, are now laser-sharp and squinted. His fingers curl into fists at his side as he readies himself.

Steve’s faster though, stepping in front of Eddie at the same moment Tommy lunges. It would be easy to put an end to this once and for all. Give Tommy the gift of a black eye or bruised rib with one skilled punch that Steve would love to throw. But Tommy shithead Hagan isn’t worth losing his job for, so he reigns in his own anger and instead gets his palms on Tommy’s chest to hold him back.

“Don’t be stupid, Hagan,” Steve says. “Warren’s watching. Do you really want to lose your job for good this time?”

The words are supposed to knock some sense into the guy, calm him down. But it does the opposite, riling him up even more until Steve can practically feel his skin vibrating under his hands. Thankfully, Aaron and the rest of his minions are there in an instant, pulling him away and holding him back.

They try their best to calm him down but Steve can see Tommy’s anger growing by the second. He’s only seen him this angry once before — two months ago when Warren removed him from the route. He doesn’t need to see an encore performance so instead he reaches for Eddie’s hand and drags them away from the impending doom.

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“Part of me still thinks you should have let him have it,” Eddie laughs, shoveling a mouthful of chocolate chip pancakes into his mouth.

“Tommy’s not worth it.”

“I would have been so pissed if I missed you deck him,” Robin says, working her way through her own mountain of pancakes.

“That’s the real reason you didn’t punch him, isn’t it?” Eddie teases.

“Oh yeah,” Steve deadpans, rolling his eyes. “Promised Robin I wouldn’t punch anyone unless she was there to witness it.”

“Does she also have to refrain from punching people,” Chrissy asks.

Robin shakes her head. “Why? Is there someone I need to punch in your honor?”

“Not yet,” Chrissy says, nuzzling into her side. “But if Eddie makes us go to the Birchwood Holiday party in these tonight, you might need to. Debbie’s nephew is in town and he keeps staring at me from the window.”

“Again with the sweaters,” Eddie huffs, letting his fork clatter to the table. “They’re cozy and hilarious. You guys are just boring! Besides, people are going to love my sweater. You’ll see. They’re going to be all the rage one day.”

“Debbie already thinks they are,” Chrissy giggles. “I saw her wearing the one that says “I’m So Good Santa Came Twice” the other day while she was taking out the trash.”

“You gave Debbie one?” Steve shouts, nearly spitting out his orange juice in the process. Robin does spit out her drink, through her nose as usual as she chokes on her own laughter.

“She cornered me and I panicked! I didn’t think she’d wear it!”

“Look on the bright side, Eddie,” Robin says between shrieks of laughter. “With Debbie’s help, every suburban mom in Brookbridge will be walking around in one by next Christmas.”

“It’s a good thing you know a great delivery man,” Steve teases. “Because they’re going to be flying off the shelves.”

“I’ve made a terrible mistake,” he groans.

As the table erupts into another fit of laughter, Steve can’t help but tug Eddie towards him before giving him a soft, syrup-infused kiss. And if he whispers something about feeling inspired by the inappropriate sweater Eddie’s picked out for him to wear later, well, that’s between him and Eddie and whoever’s bedroom they end up in when they leave Murray’s.

Besides, he still owes him for not punching Tommy himself at that holiday party.

And Steve always delivers.

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d1et-cok3 · 1 year ago

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Hey so i know i haven't posted in a month or two and im sorry about that but for like all of November Ive been in a binge cycle and i cant stop its genuinely scares me how much i eat and im constantly hungry i an feel my body begging for food and Ive recently started looking forward to meals which is terrifying i can see myself getting fatter instead of skinnier and it makes me wanna die i just want to stop eating but its getting so fucking hard to even skip one meal then i get home i eat more its like all my self control is gone and all my progress is going down the drain im horrified of getting back into the 170s i was so huge and at least right now im not as big as before but Ive been smaller even though i never really been small in the first place Ive been fat all my life and i need to break the cycle and be the skinniest one in my family and friend group i want to look pretty in clothes and be able to shower without wanting to drown myself right then and there and i cant help but notice how many times Ive said im getting back on track but it never works i miss my honeymoon phase when i dropped like 15 pounds in a month then it all just kid of froze and i gained and dropped the same weight for like 3 months and now im gaining even more and it feels like im suffocating in it in all of the food i eat and my fat i miss almost passing out when i stood up and always being dizzy i miss the dread when it came to eating not me squealing like a pig in excitement i can tell its bad when i finish my food or get seconds or eat faster or let myself get dirty plus i broke my phone so i cant track everything as efficiently especially because of school and its been really hard and i don't have a scale and i can feel clothes that were getting looser getting tight again and its mortifying i want to die or just bleed out i want to cut all the fat out of my body and just be skinny i know i need to love the process but its hurts and this cycle has hurt me worse physically and mentally then starving ever did i miss bruising easily being pale and looking like i hadn't slept or ate in days i wish that i didn't give in so easily its embarrassing how sometimes i ask if someones hungry and they say no but i eat anyway my brain still judges people for being fat when there skinnier than me and it hurts because i wish that i could be that skinny and eat food without gaining its not fair people in my school say that they wanna be fat or gain lots of weight and i tell them why they don't but they don't understand how much worse literally my whole life is because of it sorry about my ramble i just am struggling to cope with his and a lot of shit is happening in my life and me losing control is not helping i hope this is the last time i have to say this but i am going to be getting my life together and i will be skinny my goal was to be skinny by Christmas while i know that cant happen now kms but i can be skinnier and i can be better then now i hope to weigh less than my sister for once and get the smaller size unlike now when i bet a size bigger every time people will buy us stuff and she gets a small and i get a medium and there like i hope it fits like im not that fat damn but there right Jesus that was a lot to type anyways wish me luck and i really hope this works ill try and update you on my progress but i might forget lol. bye thank you.

November 29th 2023

#tw ed diet #tw ana trigger #tw disordered eating #tw ana diary #an0r3c1a #thinspø #pro a4a #ed not sheeren #ed no sheeran #st4rv1ng #rant #im not okay #sk1nn1

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sunshine-overload · 2 years ago

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[BSTS] Rindou Christmas 2019 4* Card Story

note: this show was based on ‘A Christmas Carol’, the members of this event were decided by a popularity vote

chapter 1 -starless break room-

rindou: …….

saki: (Looks like Rindou-san is reading something, a letter maybe?)

-rindou notices saki-

rindou: Oh, Saki-san, sorry for not noticing you right away.

saki: Oh no it’s fine, I’m not bothering you am I?

rindou: Not at all, I’m on break right now, what made you think that?

saki: It’s just you were reading with such a serious expression on your face…

rindou: Ah, so that’s what it was. This is a summary of all the guest’s opinions. I had Unei-kun put it together for me.

saki: The guest’s opinions…?

rindou: Concerning the Christmas show, I especially wanted to read opinions on the opening shows. Since then I can use them as reference for the remaining performances.

saki: (He’s so eager and diligent.)

rindou: I am already well aware of where I lack experience, so I’d like to work on my image first… Because a lot of the feedback has been that ‘Compared to the greedy Scrooge of the original work, my Scrooge is different’. If my image is getting in the way of the guest’s being able to fully immerse themselves in the show, then I must reconsider my acting.

The character that I’m playing, Scrooge, lives a life in which he believes in nothing but money, rejecting all of those around him. To the point that when he is informed of his friend’s death, he doesn’t even attend his funeral… Rather, he’s the kind of person that would shoo away the friend’s brother who had come to inform him about it.

The only thing Scrooge cares about is his fortune… That’s why there is significance to him travelling within the dreams. If my ‘Rindou’ image is getting in the way of the role then, it can’t be good for the show.

saki: Rindou-san…

rindou: Also I’m… not that perfect of a person to begin with.

saki: …Rindou-san?

rindou: *shock* Ah, nevermind. While talking with you it appears my break is just about up.

saki: Do you have rehearsals now?

rindou: Yes. If I don’t show up on time Mokuren and Menou will start arguing. Thank you for listening to me.

-rindou leaves-

saki: (He’s not that perfect of a person? I wonder what he meant by that…)

chapter 2 -restaurant area-

saki: Ah, Rindou-san.

rindou: You’ve come to see the show, have you? Please enjoy yourself.

saki: You too, please do your best.

rindou: Thank you. I’m going to be changing up my acting a bit today, so I’d like to ask your thoughts on it later. I have done some updating to my version of ‘Scrooge’. I want to live up to the expectations of the guests, since they chose me as the centre of this performance. Plus, I’d like to make up for the fact you had to listen to my whining.

saki: You’re always giving it your all, Rindou-san.

rindou: Hearing you say that gives me courage. If you’d be so kind, could we do a toast with these wine glasses?

saki: Of course.

-screen shakes-

saki: Ah!

rindou: Are you alright? Your wine spilt a little. Ah that’s good, it doesn’t seem to have gotten on your clothes.

saki: What about you?

rindou: I’m fine, a little bit got on my finger that’s all.

saki: But your gloves… I’ll go and ask Unei-san for advice!

rindou: Please wait.

-he steps close-

rindou: Don’t go. For just a little longer, stay here with me.

saki: Rindou-san…?

rindou: It’s fine. Isn’t wine and blood said to be one and the same?

saki: Rindou-san…!?

rindou: In that case, wouldn’t this wine that you spilt be akin to your blood? I’m able to understand Scrooge’s feelings right away.

-cg

rindou: I too, have desires. However, I should probably keep what this greed of mine is to myself…

—end

*I thiiink he’s comparing wine to blood cause of how wine is used to represent Jesus’ blood during eucharist, that or his yan side jumped out

requested by @scarletbluedarkpegasus !

#bsts rindou #bsts translation

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justwanttobesk1nny · 1 year ago

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so this isn’t my personal account (I don’t want to get it banned) this is a side blog I’ve had for a while but I want to start using it as my th!nspø/venting blog and to meet other people :))

Basically my weight has fluctuated for years but my ed is back with a vengeance. My appetite has been non existent for the last 6 weeks at least. (I’ve been waiting for something to trigger it and stop my bingeing and eating junk I couldn’t stop) Went on holiday with the fam last month, family drama happened and I also fell ill with a sickness bug that put the fear of food in me. Came home and saw I’d lost half a stone so… my little brain is now like ‘well, guess not eating and just drinking water is the way to go’ and now food and the thought of eating makes me want to throw up and I’ve now almost lost a stone…

I’ve been doing so well these last few weeks. Work is a great distraction, and I can already feel my uniform is looser! I need to let myself eat something when I’m working just to get me through the shift without fainting and arousing suspicion so I’ll have cereal or something like toast or crumpets in the morning but throughout the 12 hour shift I’m on my feet doing between 15-20k steps per shift I’m burning that and more off. I’m drinking a lot of water and when I’m feeling hunger pains I’ll drink a Coke Zero or a sugar free redbull and that curbs any cravings. Because it’s quite cold at the moment in work I’m wearing a jumper so any weight-loss wont be very obvious at first for people but I can’t wait for the day someone sees me and realises I’ve lost a ton of weight. I remember a year and a half ago I lost a lot very quickly and people would be like ‘omg Nicole where’s the rest of you’ and someone gave me a hug and said ‘Jesus you’ve lost some weight’ and it felt so good. But obviously that ended and I put all the weight plus more on. I’ve been waiting for something to kickstart this drive to not eat again and I’m so glad it’s finally happened.

I will lose the weight again and I will be the smallest I’ve ever been.

By new year I want everyone to be worried sick about me.

I want to go to my works Christmas party in December and see people’s faces when they realise I’m like 2 stone lighter and they didn’t see it because of how baggy the overalls and jumpers at work are

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#@n0r3xia #@na vent #@nor3×14 #@thinspo #thinspø #i will be thinner #i will reach my ugw #i want to be weightless #4norexi4 #pro4n4 #pro @na

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restforthe-burdenedsoul · 2 years ago

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3 more days until Christmas

The closer we get, the closer I get to falling apart.

I did not expect to feel this sad and broken.

My parents did actually come over today for a small visit. They did not stay because 1) I’m sick and 2) they didn’t know when M was coming home.

My aunt and uncle are going to their house for Christmas dinner. The only one who would possibly entertain me and M coming to dinner is my aunt and as far as I’m aware, she’s still “on the fence” about our marriage.

My parents did actually get me a gift, I was surprised. A scale! My dad was worried it would be offensive, but my mom knew I’d been wanting a good scale since mine broke and I just…haven’t replaced it. So, I am very happy with the gift.

My mom baked cookies and gave us a bunch and looking at them is making me cry and I don’t want to eat them.

My dad has made it pretty clear that they are not really celebrating this year- the holiday part of Christmas. They are still doing all the church things and celebrating Jesus.

I’m still sick and quite honestly hoping I am too sick for Christmas Eve dinner. It’s turned from a simple meal out with just his mom and grandmom to an actual dinner with them plus his aunt and cousins.

I can’t say I’m even really trying to be happy right now. And I know that’s not helping me any. I just don’t want to accept that this is how things are right now and how they may be for a while, maybe permanently.

Christmas Eve I’m supposed to go to the candle light service with my parents. We’re supposed to have fancy meats and cheeses after and watch a Christmas movie. Then wake up early for Christmas brunch- last year it was at me and M’s. We have bagels with cream cheese and lox. My dad makes gigantic omelettes and pancakes. My mom brings over more cookies after we’ve “eaten them all”. Later on my dad smokes some Cornish hens. My mom bakes an apple pie. My dad opens up the expensive scotch.

I am doing Christmas brunch with just Matt. I asked that Christmas Day just be us and I hope his family respects that for this year.

I feel very hurt this year, torn between two lives it feels like. I could go to my parents’ house Christmas Day, but without M. Just like how we can spend time together and talk, just not about M.

I’m trying to maintain my boundaries. That unless M is welcome, I will not be around for the holidays. That they will see less of me as I am putting effort into the family that accepts all of us.

Either way feels like betrayal. Betrayal to my parents or betrayal to M.

When I first met M, I wrote a journal entry in my actual journal. That I knew this time would come, that I would have to choose him or my family. And I feel like 2023 is going to be an even harder year as everything will be different. I’m going to have to make this choice over and over and hold firm to boundaries. I’m starting a life with M and my parents can come with us or they can stand still in their misguided doctrine.

I’m just not ready to face any of this.

#tw sad thoughts

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20/11/23 - BONNIE GARMUS (AND A.S. BYATT)

' ... the air heavy with November.' (Garmus, 2022, p.135).

REFERENCE

Garmus, B. (2022) 'Lessons in chemistry'. London: Doubleday.

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TO OUR NEW YORK CORRESPONDENT FOR THE LOCATION SHOTS

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AND THANKS AGAIN

FROM OUR CORRESPONDENT

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SEE ALSO

' "It's about Thanksgiving." ' (Garmus, 2022, p.33).

‘What Americans call the "Holiday Season" generally begins with Thanksgiving … The first day after Thanksgiving Day—Black Friday—marks the start of the Christmas shopping season.’ (‘Thanksgiving’, 2023).

REFERENCE

‘Thanksgiving’ (2023) Wikipedia. Available at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving (Accessed: 20 November 2023).

STARTING EARLY IN BASINGSTOKE ON FESTIVE FRIDAY

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ON 17th NOVEMBER

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6 DAYS BEFORE THANKSGIVING AND 38 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

HAPPY THANKSGIVING 2023

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THANKSGIVING

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AKA FRIENDSGIVING

‘ … for people who could not or did not want to go home for the holiday.’ (‘Friendsgiving (meal)’, 2023).

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‘Friendsgiving (meal)’ (2023) Wikipedia. Available at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friendsgiving_(meal) (Accessed: 20 November 2023).

AND NOW ONLY 35 DAYS TO FRIENDSMAS

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RIP 23

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A.S. BYATT DIED 16/11/23

OBITUARY

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RIP

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PLUS

‘ ... while musical prodigies are always celebrated, early readers aren't. And that's because early readers are only good at something others will eventually be good at, too. So being first isn't special - it's just annoying.' (Garmus, 2022, pp.1-2).

FOR BOOK GROUP

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MILKMAN

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‘This year I bought a Miss Marple calendar and discovered that there are twelve Miss Marple books. I have been reading one a month.’

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OUR LEAST ANNOYING MEMBER

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THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO

'I’ve just read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid. I enjoyed it but it is quite complex on several different levels. It has been quoted as being based on the fact that Elizabeth Taylor married several times, but the basic thread is that the heroine is gay, so that several of her marriages were to gay men so that both partners in these marriages could have secret gay relationships. There were other threads, the heroine becomes an acclaimed film star and there is quite a lot about the film world.’

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sideprince · 11 months ago

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Not to keep hopping on this post every time it's on my dash, but I can't get behind the "Christmas is older than the Statute of Secrecy" argument and I've seen it a couple times now. Christmas wasn't a significant holiday in Britain (and most places) until the Victorian period. During various periods in British and American history, it was even banned (by the Puritans, surprise surprise).

In Medieval England holidays and feast days were pretty much a monthly occurrence, based around the needs of the harvest schedule, and of varying cultural significance. Advent calendars, sending cards, and gift giving didn't become a widespread part of Christmas observance until the mid-late 19th century. There's also a connection between the rise of the cultural significance of Christmas happening in the Victorian Era, the rise of industrialization before labor laws and regulations were passed, and the extent of British colonialization during that period. Christmas was an opportunity for those who worked 7 days a week to take a short break; it was also a way for a global colonial power to homogenize the culture of countries they had colonized (obviously not the only way, but it was a convenient part of that cultural mechanism and thus played up in significance). Plus, in a time when mass production was a new and boundless horizon of financial possibilities (for those who stood to profit off it, at least), there was a great benefit in a holiday that could be centered around gift-giving.

So the idea that the Statute of Secrecy had a great impact on whether or not wizards celebrate Christmas to the extent they do doesn't make a lot of sense. It would have been interesting if, instead, another holiday had remained more significant in the wizarding world while it became less so in the muggle world, like Michaelmas or the Carnival before Lent, or Good Friday, or Midsummer's Eve. I say these ones specifically because there's a lot of medieval imagery in Harry Potter and these were significant festivals in medieval England. Michaelmas in particular would have been a interesting choice, because it was abolished in the 18th century, after the Statute of Secrecy was passed, and so it would be a statement on Wizards retaining their own culture and the ways the muggle world both affected wizarding culture and had limited influence over it. (And obviously the most relevant choice would have been Yule, which, while celebrated by medieval Christians, is more overt about its pagan roots than Christmas.) If anything, the significance of Christmas implies a closer tie with the muggle world, as the elevation of the holiday to a culturally significant one is so historically recent. We could therefore infer that wizarding cultural trends follow muggle cultural trends, at least when it comes to larger cultural shifts, which would also imply a relatively close relationship between the two cultures.

I also feel I have to point out, re: the reblog before this one, that we don't know if Harry was baptized, only that he has godparents. It's not specified what the practice around naming godparents is in the wizarding world, but the words "baptism" and "baptised" don't occur in the HP books whatsoever - I checked to be sure. In the same vein I disagree with the idea that "christian wizards migth see Jesus' story as 'knowledge' more than 'beliefs', in other words, be more devote than christian muggles." These points assume a personal interpretation of both the HP and Christian canon to be a universal one, and with no textual proof either cited, or, tbh, any that I could even infer given knowledge of the text.

Although Harry Potter as a story has strong Christian undertones, such as the whole thing being a Christ allegory, that imagery doesn't have the same role in-universe. The Christ allegory is a Doylist element, but the Watsonian elements don't even acknowledge the existence of Jesus or even of any kind of significant religious body. We don't even see muggle characters like the Durlseys ever go to church, which could imply a deliberate choice on the author's part not to contrast a pagan wizarding world with a Christian muggle one.

So the idea that wizards might have any opinion on Jesus, let alone one that might lead them to consider themselves more knowledgable or devout that muggles, has absolutely no basis in the books. It also is a perspective I find somewhat problematic in the way it takes for granted the presence of Christianity and a cultural perspective on Christ as a figurehead in the wizarding community of HP in a way that excludes other religions and beliefs. While the story is clearly written from the perspective of its white British author, it also includes characters (albeit minor ones) from diverse backgrounds, such as the Patil twins who might be Hindi, Anthony Goldstein who we can presume is Jewish, etc. Even so, it seems to be a significant point that these characters' (and others') religion isn't mentioned, because religion itself isn't mentioned at all. There's a conversation to be had (and it's been talked about a lot) that from a Doylist perspective a lot of the author's personal religious influence worked its way into the text and is projected onto it, but from a Watsonian perspective religion isn't mentioned in the HP universe, let alone specific religious figures like Christ.

question to the void: what watsonian explanation is there for wizards celebrating christmas?

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enheduana-inanna · 3 years ago

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GO christmas fic recs

So I have them in one place if I want to try to push myself into the holiday spirit

Crowley’s First Christmas, by skimmingthesurface, SlyWritesStuff [40k, rated T] Christmas is just the sort of holiday a demon has no business enjoying, even if one particular demon is entirely responsible for just such a holiday. After Armageddon't, he finally has a chance to see what all the fuss is about and one particular angel is very eager to show him. It's been nearly two thousand years of missing him every December, after all, so there's much to do. There's mulled wine, Christmas markets, a tree to decorate, gifts to give, and secrets to share.

Incredibly soft fic about the mortifying ordeal of being known, compromises and opening oneself to feelings, that beautifully unfolds over a several holiday events and ends with an incredibly sweet gift exchange scene.

for yonder breaks, by sevdrag [12k, rated E] For centuries, if they've been in the same area, Crowley and Aziraphale have celebrated the Christmas holiday together. It isn't the same every year - they've done Hanukkah, they've done Yule - but the tradition of a small private celebration, behind closed doors and with extraordinary amounts of alcohol, is fairly constant. This first Christmas after the canceled Armageddon sees them both trying to uphold this tradition, while reflecting the way everything has changed. This holiday seems the same, but it's very different.

Lovely fic that alternates between flashbacks to the slow process of them coming together post-armageddon and hilarious snippets of banter about the *real* story of Christmas and Gabriel’s general incompetence, plus an amazing confession of feelings/literal exchange of emotions scene that is so so beautifully done.

[Bonus fic also by sevdrag, which is maybe technically an Annunciation fic instead, but I don’t think those are a thing: How Will This Be, [9k, T] - Gabriel tells Aziraphale that he gets to be the “virgin body” that will birth Jesus, which is an issue given how long he’s been sleeping with Crowley, featuring hilarious attempts by two immortal beings who don’t know why you’d need two unicorns to figure out where babies come from (is it seeds???), and an actually really sweet take on Mary and Joseph as in a lavender marriage kind of set up]

Come Adore on Bended Knee (and Other Ways to Make an Angel Rejoice), by TheOldAquarian [6k, rated M] "Well, we waited six thousand years for a kiss, surely we can wait at least one more night before we, you know." Crowley made an ambiguously descriptive but inarguably obscene gesture between the two of them."Of course we can," said Aziraphale. "We're not animals. We'll just carry on our evening as it was before all those delightful kisses happened. I don't think it should be too hard to find other things to talk about."There was a pause in which the tea kettle whistled, as if in disbelief.

Absolutely hilarious fic that includes the exchange:

The scratchy radio began to play O Holy Night.

"I'm always surprised they air this on the radio unedited," Crowley said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well there's that line in there that's pretty off-colour."

"No, what on earth are you talking about?" Aziraphale leaned back on the pillow, trying to ready himself for anything.

" You know," Crowley said. "The one about fellating an angel."

Aziraphale was not ready for that. He could not have looked more shocked if he had been actually electrocuted.

" I beg your pardon? "

"You know, 'fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices.' Pretty racy stuff."

Which I now think about every time I hear that song.

muddle through somehow, by curtaincall [27k, rated T]. Aziraphale Fell runs a successful food blog, Celestial Comestibles, where he shares mouthwatering recipes and heartwarming stories about his happy domestic life in a cottage with his husband and son. As promotion for his upcoming cookbook, his publishers run a contest: one lucky winner will get to spend Christmas with Aziraphale and his family. What the publishers don't know is that the real Aziraphale Fell is a single city-dweller. And if he wants to keep up his happily married persona, he'll have to acquire a cottage, husband, and son before Christmas. As it happens, his friend and neighbor Anthony Crowley has his nephew staying with him for the holidays. One fake marriage proposal later, and everything seems tickety-boo--as long as Aziraphale can keep from developing inconveniently real feelings for his pretend husband...

Look, it’s a well-written, funny, Christmas themed fake-relationship AU, and some of us are simple people with simple pleasures.

Earthly Blessings, by vgersix [8k, rated T] Crowley hates the biting cold of winter — dreads it every year. It gets in the bones; a miserable, gnawing thing. Normally he would just go home and sleep through the whole season — unconsciousness the only respite from this annual suffering. But after the Apocanope doesn't quite pop off as it's meant to, Crowley is soaking in all the pleasant experience the world has to offer, and the one redeeming quality about winter is of course Christmas. Hanukkah. Yule. Solstice. Whatever excuse humans are using these days to eat, drink, sing songs, and bring some greenery inside to warm their homes. He has a guilty pleasure he's been indulging in that no one can know about... especially not the angel. But when Crowley's tender little secret is discovered, he might get more holiday cheer than he could have imagined possible.

This does a great job of capturing the feeling of loving the aesthetics and trappings of something that you know isn’t for you and isn’t actually as warm and lovely outside the moment of performance, but still appreciating the event for what it is.

The Grinch Who Sold Christmas, by darcylindbergh [61k, rated T] Anthony J. Crowley, a big-time attorney from London, is sent to small-town Tadfield to close a deal before Christmas that would sell out half of high street to a fancy developer and put him up for partner at his firm. The deal will run the local businesses out and change the landscape of the town forever, but that’s none of Crowley’s business; he’s just doing a job. But as the town invites him to share in their lives, their hopes, and their holiday celebrations, and as the enigmatic Aziraphale invites him to share in something more, Crowley starts to wonder: if everything has its price, is he still willing to pay what this deal will cost?

Hallmark Christmas movies give me hives so it took a while to read this, but the premise of this works so much better [the sort of developer Crowley works for *also* gives me hives, and I actually have to interact with them far more often than bad TV movies], and it’s a fluffy, well-written story with a cute advent conceit.

Clementine, by Mussimm [17k, rated E] I love you madly Let my imagination run away with you gladly. The seaside neighbours AU exactly one person asked for.

Not technically a Christmas fic, but it sort of becomes one for several chapters in the middle, and it’s so, so good anyway so it counts.

#good omens #good omens fic

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That Time of the Year...

Summary: After six years of marriage and three children later, Raven and Damian struggle to get through their holiday anniversary and the arrival of the dreaded ELF ON THE SHELF.

Also if you would prefer to read in Ao3 the think is 👉Here Also Tumblr does not keep original formatting so if that is important you please read there.

I would first like to say, if you are the creator of Elf On A Shelf, I hate you. Like I already don’t have enough to do making literal magic for two months: pulling Christmas miracles out of my ass on a shoestring budget that I don’t even get to take credit for. NO! Instead, the praises goes to an overweight, diabetic man, who’s a possible sex offender, and the only reason we don’t question it further is because he doesn’t really exist. So instead, we act like Big Brother spying on our children is little more than harmless fun, until one day you find out the CIA has been spying on you through your Smart TV (turns out your crazy uncle Roy was right about that fine purchase. So what else is he right about?) and yet somehow your groomed response is, “Well, it’s not like I was doing anything wrong. What’s the big deal?” Yeah, just remember that next time you google some weird shit, and since most of you write Fanfiction, we can assume that happens a lot. My advice: get a VPN. Encrypt that shit. Anyhow, now that we’ve established the Grade A parenting on our part: Yay Santa… We can shift our attention to the fact these were only some of the things Damian Wayne was grappling with when his wife, whom he loved greatly, (but also sometimes drove him crazy, because that's marriage) decoded it was time their family embraced the magical 🤮 tradition of being a day-to-day slave of this false prophet. As if the elf were Jesus or something. So with that in mind, let’s embark on a Christmas tale nobody asked for!

…Save yourself.

“But really, Raven? Elf on the Shelf?”

Raven rolled her eyes; she knew her husband would not be swayed by what he considered mundane and pointless. But as a mother, she told herself that there was importance in making her children’s lives far better than their own. Not to mention, they both had super fucked up childhoods, and she wanted to spare their kids those horrors.

“It’s for the kids, Dami.”

“They have enough,” Damian grumbled of his three children, two sons and an infant daughter (who he’d never admit was his favorite). She looks like her mother and she complains the least. He’d just spoiled her to death while his sons earned everything. “I mean, if anything, they need a reality check.”

“For God’ sake, Damian, they are four and five. Reality isn’t exactly in their vocabulary.”

“Entirely my point. When I was their age, I could not only say reality—I lived it.”

“You also had at least three confirmed kills and a developing mommy complex,” Raven droned, reminding him his childhood was not one to model their kids by.

“I’ll concede you have a point, but how is a stuffed elf going to fix that?”

“It’s just something fun for the kids. Y’know, that thing your childhood lacked? Plus they asked Santa for one.”

“Can’t we just tell our children the elf won’t come to our house because I’m Jewish?”

“You’re being ridiculous!” Raven howled, her husband still firmly against the childish notion.

“Am I, Raven? It’s a known fact elves are very anti-Semitic,” Damian continued. “We can claim the reason elves work for Santa is because the Nazi Party is no longer hiring.”

Raven scowled, as this was a new low, even after 6 years of marriage and 4 years of dating. “Are you even Jewish?”

Damian uncrossed his arms and replied. “Short answer, yes, but it’s complicated.”

“How is it—Y’know what? Never mind,” Raven glowered as she’d learned (the hard way) Damian Wayne could complicate anything. “Now give me your credit card so I can buy the damn elf.”

“I have to pay for it too?” Damian scoffed.

“Well yeah. You work while I birth and raise your children. That was the deal, remember?” Raven patronized as they started a (unplanned) family young. Damian being rather business savvy and good with money (not to mention a Wayne) meant Raven could focus on raising their children and be the mother neither she or husband had. However, it had challenges, mostly Damian. “Also, don’t even give me shit about spending ‘your money'. Every time I talk about going back to work or school, you knock me up again.”

“Hey, I warned you how many kids I wanted.”

“Well, now that we have three, do you really want Seven?”

“It’s good to have spares.” Damian reasoned. “You never know what could happen.”

“That’s definitely your mother talking.”

“No, if that was my mother talking, I’d be talking about bio engineering and cloning them. And though there are moments I’m tempted: like when they swallow Legos and or shove craft deeds up their noses, (true story) I recognize how harmful that was to me as a person. I’m still not completely sure whether I’m a clone or the real Damian. Beth’s struggle is real.”

Raven shook her head, reconciling with the fact her husband identified strongest with the Rick & Morty character, and yet somehow, that made perfect sense. “Again, I’m sorry that happened to you, but we’ve talked about this. I love you and I don’t care if you’re a clone or not. It doesn’t matter. But all I’m trying to do is give our kids the childhood we didn’t have. I agree, the elf is stupid. But it would make them happy, and the upside is, you can use it to threaten them.”

“How?”

“Elf is supposed to 'report to back to Santa' on whether they've been naughty or nice.”

“So the elf is a treacherous spy?”

“Oh my fucking god, Damian!” Raven lamented as the vein in her temple pulsed. She may have loved her husband, but that still didn’t mean he wasn’t a pain in the ass from time to time. “You threaten to call Santa’s direct fucking line and tell him all about our kid’s fuck ups.”

“Because I’m their father. I can do that. It’s practically my job! Just like when you threaten to eat their souls.”

“Damian, whatever the fuck your middle name is Wayne,” (Cause we aren’t 'privy to that information') Raven said with warning, realizing how absurd it was she didn’t know her spouse’s middle name, assuming he has one. As he had too many titles to keep up with, but who cares? Not this girl. “If you ever wanna get laid this side of the moon, you will buy our children that stupid elf!”

Damian glared at her hard. He liked to think it was an idle threat: he’d come to learn it wasn’t. He also liked to think he could hold out, but as he’d learned on previous occasions, he was no match for her on the carnal front. She knew exactly how to push his buttons and she did it all too well.

“I suppose if it’s what our children want....”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Am I, though?”

Just then, their front door swung open, and Damian’s father Bruce, along with butler Alfred, came walking in. In an uncommonly good mood. Something was up?

“Merry Christmas,” Bruce sang in a tone that was uncharacteristic of him.

Something was definitely up.

"Father?” Damian replied suspiciously. “Showing up unannounced, I see?”

“No, Raven invited us!”

Damian only glared at his wife, realizing she was in on whatever treachery was a foot. You’ll pay for this betrayal later, Beloved!

“I told you we were doing our anniversary dinner tonight,” Raven reasoned; Christmas always overshadowed their anniversary. She was definitely in on it.

However, before accusations could be made, his two sons came barreling in from down the hall, excited for their grandfather’s visit. He always spoiled them.

“I should probably mention your mother called,” Raven added unenthusiastically. “She’s on her way…”

“And you’re only telling me this now?”

“Hey, I’m not excited about it either,” the Empath defended.

“Is anyone ever excited to see her?” Alfred added through his side eye, as the children hugged him and Bruce with excitement.

“Mimi’s coming too!” their four-year-old Rami screamed.

We should note that Talia’s term of endearment came about because she insisted she not be called “Grandma” or anything of the sort. So Bruce started referring to her as “Meany” in front of the kids. You can put the logical path of devolution together yourself.

“Unfortunately,” Raven replied under her breath as even though she and Talia got along famously, the Empath was reluctant to accept her mother in-law's parenting advice, to which there was plenty. I swear if she tells me hugging my kids too much will make them gay. I will fucking lose it. “Talia!”

“Mimi!” Both boys sang as the assassin walked through the door, not even bothering to knock.

“Just in time to annoy everyone,” Bruce quipped with a sly grin.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, how’ve you been?”

I hate my parents. “Is that wine, Pennyworth?”

“Requiring a glass, Sir?” he replied with a wink, far too familiar with Damian’s struggle.

“Is that a question or an observation?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

“Here Alfred,” Raven smiled, “Why don’t we go open that in the kitchen and you can help me check the roast,” which was Raven’s way of saying, lets go do good luck shots and leave Damian to the wolves, fuck him. “While Damian catches up with his parents.” Because that’s what you get for being difficult over an elf.

It’s a sad day in Hell when you only have your four- and five-year-old to see you through, Damian thought bitterly, as he turned to his parents. His two sons gleeful as they jumped up and down, excited to see both their grandparents. Such little fools.

“What’cha bring us, grandpa!” Rami, their four-year-old, asked.

“How many times have I told you two it’s rude to expect gifts from your grandfather?” Damian reprimanded.

“Oh, don’t listen to your dad! Of course I brought gifts!”

“It’s two weeks before Christmas?” the younger Wayne protested.

“So,” Bruce replied, “When do I not bring them gifts?”

“Who are you and what did you do with my Father?” Damian asked, watching him act so gentle and kind towards his grandsons. “Also, can you stop bringing them things every time you see them? You’re spoiling them.”

“Now you just sound like your mother,” Bruce smirked, not a fuck given.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Talia asked in an accusatory tone.

Bruce only smirked. “You know what it means.”

Talia gave the Bat a derogatory eye roll and turned to her son. “I assure you, Damian,” she said, and gave her ex-lover a rather cruel look, “it’s not a bad thing.”

“You’d think that,” he laughed under his breath when he heard baby Arella cry.

I have never been so happy to hear my daughter cry , Damian sighed inwardly. “Well, look at that. Ari is up from her nap. I’m going to tend to her now.”

The wavering scowl remained on his face as he headed down the hall toward the sound of his fussing infant. His parents were insufferable enough apart, let alone together. To the point where he couldn’t recall a single instance where the two didn’t bicker or contradict one another, and now that there were grandchildren involved… Maybe I should just take my family to the middle of nowhere and not tell anyone? Though Raven would never go for that: at least not in the context of not telling anyone.

“Who am I kidding? They’d find me… I’m probably wearing a tracking device as we speak. I wonder what else Roy is right about?” Damian thought aloud, picking up his daughter who was more than happy to see him—she always was. “I’d like to say I’ll never be crazy enough to implant a tracking device on your person, my darling girl, but that’s a promise Daddy might not be able to keep,” he sang. “God help the poor bastard that attempts to court you.”

He placed the baby down on her changing table and undid her onesie and went through the motions of changing her diaper. YES! Damian Wayne changes diapers because he is a good father and loves his baby daughter. Also, Raven wouldn’t stand for the whole. ‘Changing diapers is below my station ,’ bullshit he tried to spew and made him do it, anyway.

“Well Ari,” Damian continued, grabbing a fresh wipey, “I have some bad news. Daddy’s parents surprised him with a visit today, and he suspects they may have conspired with Mommy to do so. So Daddy’s probably gonna be a little cranky tonight.” He removed the soiled diaper and replaced it with a clean one. “I honestly hope you never find yourself venting to your baby daughter one day. You know, if Daddy ever allows you to date. So you won’t have to burden your children with how much Mommy and Daddy drive you crazy. Because if they overheard me talking to you like this, they’d ask what the fuck is wrong with me? To which I would reply: Really, neither of you has any idea? Not a clue?” he concluded and lifted the baby girl up high as she laughed. “But you don’t think Daddy is crazy, do you, my little angel? No!”

Meanwhile, as he continued to snuggle the cheerful baby and tousle her soft black hair, Raven watched from the doorway, a warm look across her face. “See, this is the man I married,” she said, entering the room with an extra glass of wine. “I thought you’d need this.”

Damian rested their baby to his shoulder and took the glass with his free hand.

“You should know,” Raven added, “I invited your father and Alfred, but I had nothing to do with your mother.”

“What did Pennyworth say?”

“That was all your dad.”

“I knew it,” Damian scolded. “The scoundrel can’t help himself!”

“Well, that’s your parents for you. They can’t stand to be in a room together, and yet, they can’t stay apart.”

“Promise me we’ll never be like that?”

“We won’t; we actually like each other and I am nothing like your mother.”

This was true; Raven may have been strong willed and independent, but to say she and Talia were cut from the same cloth would have been a stretch. Raven was a solid wife and wonderful mother; even if she wanted to appease their already spoiled children with a treasonous Elf that was creepy as fuck.

“This is true,” Damian admitted, noticing how pretty aha looked for their anniversary dinner. “Not to mention I can’t keep my hands off you.” He put his thumb across his wife’s cheek; for all their bickering, he loved her more than anything. But before he could share a much needed kiss with her, parenthood shot them straight from orbit.

“AAAAAHHHH! Liam hit me!” their son Rami cried from the living room.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a baby I wouldn’t have to,” the eldest boy said as if it were a valid defense. It was often pointed out Liam was a brat, just like his father. Or, as Bruce lovingly referred to the boy, 'Payback.'

“We should probably get back to your parents before they let our children kill each other.”

“Or we could just wait in here and see what happens?” Damian offered.

“Remember the last time we did that?”

Damian thought back to the last time they foolishly trusted his parents with the boys. It was at the gender reveal party Steph had somehow talked Raven into letting her throw for them at their home. Yet somehow Raven ended up cooking nearly everything, as Steph forgot to book a caterer. Or, as Damian suspected, forgot she couldn’t afford one and bailed. Thank God Cass insisted she handle the cake that held the secret pink frosting. Anyhow, it was not even five minutes into the famous last words, “Can you please watch the boys while I help Raven before she kills someone,” that Liam accused Rami of stealing his favorite Nerf Gun, (they have the exact same one) and demanded it back. Rami refused and was then pushed face first into a table, which led to the younger boy hitting his older brother in the face and breaking the toy gun over his brother’s head. Resulting in a trip to the hospital, one black eye, a fractured frontal bone, a damaged lateral rectus muscle, and six stitches as a result of hitting a table. And all because, according to Bruce and Talia, they were “working it out.” Needless to say, they’d not been alone with the kids since then.

“How could I forget?” Damian winced. “They didn’t even offer to pay the hospital bill.”

“So we should probably get out there,” Raven suggested, taking a generous sip of her wine. “One more hospital trip and we’ll have Child Protective Services at our door, and I DO NOT wanna give Liam that power. Little shit will have us looking like Joan Crawford in that movie.”

“Oh, if he did that, I’d just let him go,” Damian warned. “I would be like, you wanna live with Grandpa. Here, I’ll help you pack. Little bastard.”

“I don’t know. Your Dad didn’t exactly know how to handle you. I’m not convinced he could handle our son.”

“I meant your father, Beloved.”

Raven only laughed and took their daughter, hoping to God she wasn’t anything like her father. And secretly feared what Damian would have been like as a teenage girl. If so, we are fucking doomed.

Damian must have read her mind or felt the anxiety as he added. “At least Rami seems to be less blood thirsty, well, when he’s not engaging in combat with his brother.”

“Yeah, he’s got a temper, but he’s a lot more level headed about it.”

Their four-year-old was actually pretty docile compared to his older brother, who had all of Damian’s fury and none of his mother’s patience. Rami, however, was a better combination: he was smart, methodical, and very focused, but when he allowed his feathers to be ruffled, he could turn Hell into high water. He could also be quite the little sneak.

“I still can’t believe you caught him dropping F bombs?”

Damian rolled his eyes, recalling the incident. He just so happened to be in the garage toying with the ride-on lawn mower, which always broke every time tried to cut the lawn… And was ironically the reason his children came to learn the F word in the first place. He’d heard Rami and his cousin J. Jay (Jason Jr.) come barreling into their play room, excited for their play date, when he heard, “J. Jay, look at this fucking train!”

Damian paused, unsure if he heard him right. His son was four, after all; why would he feel the need to curse? And gave the child the benefit of the doubt.

“It’s so fucking cool?”

“Rami, we’re not supposed to say that word,” his cousin reasoned, as he’d likely been told daily not to repeat the horrific things that came out of Rose and Jason’s mouths. Leaving Damian to mow over the irony: I can’t believe my fucking kid just got reprimanded by Todd’s spawn.

“It’s fine as long as no one is around to hear it.”

“Is that so?” Damian said, emerging from the garage, his son’s face white and guilty as sin.

“More proof that ‘Santa is always watching consequence’ is ineffective at curbing behavior.”

“Mommy! Did you know Grandpa went to college with Santa!” Rami screamed in excitement.

“And yet they’re so gullible?” Damian mused, glaring at his father. “I thought it was Pennyworth who attended university with Clause? He’s certainly old enough.”

“Charming, Master Damian,” Alfred said emotionless, hardly glancing up from his wine. “I see the holiday spirit is not lost on you.”

“How can it be,” Damian droned, “I’m reminded of it every time I look at my credit card statement.”

“Don’t be such a Scrooge,” Raven quipped and topped off her wine glass.

“Maybe if I could understand why you needed 10 boxes of Christmas lights?”

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna need you to put those up tomorrow, so the house is decorated."

“Are you serious?”

“As Darkseid taking over the planet. Happy Anniversary, Dami,” she added and clinked his glass.

“It’s nice to see you taking on the fatherly husband role so well, Son,” Bruce smiled, though Damian couldn’t tell if it was an insult or a compliment: it was probably a little of both.

“To be fair, he’s normally not this cranky,” Raven reasoned. “Christmas just makes him a total Scrooge.”

“Too much Holiday cheer, I suppose,” Alfred added. “Wouldn’t want to have too much fun now, would we, Master Damian?”

“It’s just a stressful time of year on top of everything else,” Damian replied in his defense. “Three kids gets expensive.”

“Stop knocking me up then,” Raven murmured under her breath.

“Beloved?”

“Nothing.”

“Well, now you know how I felt having to buy gifts for six or seven kids,” Bruce shrugged, not even bothering to count.

“Like you couldn’t afford it,” Damian frowned. “And if I recall, it was Pennyworth who bought the gifts, and wrapped them, and did all the decorating, and the cooking, and the planning, and the sent the Christmas cards, and even made the seating arrangements.”

“Finally someone noticed,” Alfred said, sipping his wine as Bruce gave him the side eye.

“Not like you can’t afford it either,” the Bat drawled, noting that his son had always been rather tight with the wallet.

“I might be well off, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be fiscally responsible, Father.”

“Damian, you could live off your trust fund alone and never worry about money a day in your life!”

“I’m not a charity case, Father,” Damian scolded, as he hardly ever touched his trust fund and, if anything, saved and invested it wisely. “You’d rather me be single and starving in a loft like Grayson? Talk about failure to launch.”

“It’s a little late for that,” Raven droned as she bounced their baby. “You’re also being a little unfair. It wasn’t Dick’s fault Kory got married and Barabra dumped him for the guy who makes her latte at Starbucks—By the way, is she bringing that guy to dinner?”

“No," Bruce replied, “she’s going to her father’s.”

“Oh good.” Damian may not have acted like it, but he had grown to be quite protective of his elder brother. Meaning Barabra and Kory had both incidentally become prominent enemies on the family front and were just sort of his Kill List. (Fun Fact: Jason is constantly removed and reinstated on the Kill List for even minor infractions while Tim is permanently on the list.)

However, before Damian could go on a tirade, Raven announced that dinner was ready and for everyone to take their seats. They made their way to the dining room where Talia, of course, took Raven’s seat at the head of the table, across from where her son sat. It was something Raven felt disrespected by. However, over the years, she came to terms with the fact that no one told Talia what to do and that there would be bigger battles to be fought. Specifically the woman’s review of her parenting skills and wifely duties.

“Damian, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Feeding my baby?” he replied, not even bothering to glance up from the child.

“And Raven isn’t doing it, because?”

“Because I’m making plates for the kids,” Raven answered on her own behalf. “And I spent all day cooking. The least Damian could do is feed the baby.”

“I see,” Talia smiled and lifted her wine, “So you’ve given up breastfeeding?”

Raven gave Damian a visible eye roll and replied. “I wasn’t producing enough, and it was getting too stressful.”

“Really, stressful ?” Talia noted. “So doing what’s best for the baby is stressful?”

“Mother,” Damian scolded.

“What? Am I not allowed to be concerned with the betterment of my grandchildren?”

“If that were the case, you wouldn’t gift them dangerous weaponry,” Raven smiled, recalling the previous Christmas that the boys received child sized katanas from none other than their grandmother.

“They have been passed down for generations,” Talia defended. “Damian received them when he was three.”

“And look how well that turned out,” Alfred mused as he took a bite of his roast. “This is Divine Mrs. Wayne.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” Raven smiled and sat down between her husband and children.

“This is very good,” Bruce added, “and the potatoes are phenomenal.”

“Yes, this is wonderful.” Talia grinned and glanced down at her plate. “If you’d only put this much effort into feeding your child.”

Raven felt the vein in her temple throb, the one that always did when her mother-in-law was present and running her mouth. Leaving Damian to realize he had damage control to conduct.

“Mother, how long did you breastfeed for?”

“Oh, I didn’t,” Talia replied, unfazed. “I used a wet nurse. I just simply didn’t have the time for such a thing.”

Damian could feel his wife’s eyes burn into him as he glared at his mother disapprovingly.

“On that note,” Bruce interjected, “What do you kids want Santa to bring you!”

“Elf on the Shelf!” Both boys replied to their father’s discontent.

Talia rolled her eyes and made a play of sipping her wine. “I still can’t believe you allow them to believe in such things.”

“Mother,” Damian warned from across the table. “We have talked about this.”

“Damian, look me in the eye and tell me you don’t find any of this foolish?”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“Then how can you allow them to be raised as such?”

“Do you really want me to answer that, Mother?” Which was his way of saying: I swear to God if you ruin my children’s childhood’s and rob them of the magic of Christmas, you will never see them again.

“Y’know, how Grandpa went to college with Santa?” Bruce interjected once more to cut through the tension.

“I don’t know which of those things is a bigger lie?” Damian mumbled.

“Don’t listen to your dad. Grampa graduated from Yale!”

“What’s Yale?” Rami asked.

“It’s a school, dummy,” Liam snapped.

“Don’t call your brother that,” Damian ordered, unpleased with his son’s tone.

“Why? You call uncle Tim worse things all the time and he’s your brother.”

“Not by blood or by choice.”

“Well, I didn’t choose Rami. I told you guys to return him.”

“Hey Liam, you wanna live in the shed?” Damian threatened.

“No!”

“Then shut it! Rami is your brother, whether you like it or not. One day you‘ll realize how lucky you are to have him.”

“Yeah, Wiam!” Rami added with sense of second-hand pride.

The older boy scowled. “He can’t even say his L’s right?”

“And you still wet the bed,” Damian replied, his son’s face growing beat red.

Raven scolded him as the adults at the table all paused at the child’s embarrassment, the younger boy giddy with laughter. Bruce, however, found some humor for his son’s frustration. As he was the only one who could appreciate the fatherly context. Sometimes dad’s gotta do what dad’s gotta do.

“You’re gonna pay for that humiliation, Father!” the boy threatened, crossing his arms.

“Don’t worry, Liam, your father wet himself on a mission once,” Bruce offered, leveling the playing field; Damian offering an unamused glare.

“Really?”

“This is the first I’m hearing of this,” Raven asked her husband, half sorry she was even getting involved.

“I was tased by Quinn…”

“What’s a tased?” Rami asked, confused.

“It’s what’s gonna happen to you two, if you don’t stop talking and eat your dinner.”

“Really, Damian,” Talia tsked, “They don’t know what a taser is?”

“No Mother, they are CHILDREN!”

“Speaking of them being children,” Bruce interrupted. “I talked to my old college buddy, Santa Claus, and he sent me a special gift for you guys to open up before Christmas!”

The boys cheered with glee, forgetting all about their rivalry and failing bladders. “What is it!”

“I don’t know, but you two can open it after dinner… but only if you both behave and stop picking on each other.”

“Okay!” they sang and began eating their food and not another peep was made between them.

Damian rolled his eyes as he hated bribing his children into compliance, especially since both his mother and father would have never put up with such behavior when he was a boy. In fact, Damian could recall a time in the Batcave where (for once) he and his many siblings were excited for Christmas, and his father, being someone who was allergic to joy and joyful situations, threatened: “If you guys don’t knock it off and focus, I’m gonna buy you all coal for Christmas.” And in typical Bruce fashion, he did.

That Christmas morning, everyone, including Alfred, was treated to a lump of coal. Bruce even lined everyone up in front of the tree, disappointment and annoyance on every face as he took a family photo.

“Say Christmas cheer!” Bruce grinned, pleased with his prank.

“Fuck you, Bruce,” Jason frowned with his middle finger displayed.

“That is definitely next year’s Christmas card.”

Sadly, Damian could recall how his mother’s approach to the holidays was not any better.

“How bad are we talking?” Raven asked, as Damian helped her clean up after dinner.

Damian thought back to a time when he was still very young and somewhat impressionable.

“I told her I knew Santa was not real, nor was the Tooth Fairy… But hoped the Easter Bunny was…”

“Oh my God,” Raven mused, thinking of her husband’s childish notion and the sheer innocence he begged her not to dash. “I’m afraid to know what she said?”

“I can still remember the look on her face as if it were yesterday: pure confusion settling in the lines of her expression while what little motherly instinct she had, battled with her warrior complexities. And for a moment, I think she might have felt for my childishness?... Or maybe it was just resentment?”

“So what did she say?”

“She said and I quote: ‘Let me ask you this, my son. Why would you assume a rabbit that lays eggs, a biological impossibility, is more probable than an obese man with flying reindeer that can fit down a chimney?’ Those were her exact words.”

“What did you do?”

“Said nothing and walked away.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Raven replied, recognizing the trace amounts of devastation that stayed with him all those years, as did many of his childhood memories. And with that, she could begin to understand why Damian struggled to embrace such childish traditions, even for his own children.

“Anyway, we can buy our kids the pointless Elf…”

Raven smiled up at her husband, “Despite all you have endured, you really are a wonderful father. Our kids are lucky to have you, Dami.” She kissed him in a loving, grateful way. Even through all his faults, he still always did right by their family and she couldn’t have loved him more.

“Also, be warned,” Damian added. “If I catch you competing with Sandsmark and Danvers for who comes up with the most creative hiding places and posts it on Instagram, I’m gonna burn the thing.”

“I’ll burn myself,” Raven laughed. “Plus, I have a feeling I’m gonna forget to move it more than a few times and be forced to take a page out of Rose’s book.”

“You’re gonna tell them the Elf is a lazy freeloader?”

“Yeah pretty much.”

“Just emphasize the freeloading part and I’m completely on board.”

“MOOOOMMMM! DAAAAAAAD!” their children screamed as Alfred faintly explained in the background that’s not what he meant by get your parents.

“We’re being summoned,” Raven said sarcastically.

“Just for that we should make them wait.”

Raven shook her head. “Just a few more hours and they go to bed. Until then, let’s just get through this visit… together.”

“Together,” he repeated and locked his hand in hers, recalling the moment on the Ferris wheel when he knew she was the one. And as the years went on, it didn’t matter that they’d reversed the order, conceiving a child out of wedlock (his mother loved that). They were a little in over their heads, but they had each other, and from that moment, Damian wanted nothing more than to marry her. However, that was a slight contention, as Raven insisted they wait until after the baby was born: to Damian’s greatest horror. He refused to let his children grow up like they did. Which led him to conspire with an unlikely group of allies, his mother, who was on the same page, as her own regrets led the charge. As well as Alfred, who could not pass up aiding in such a romantic gesture. Damian’s father, who recognized he’d succeeded in raising his son a man. And his brother Dick, who loved Damian and Raven more than words could describe and was essential in rallying the troops. So that Christmas, once Raven was just past her third trimester, Damian did the absolutely unthinkable and put together a surprise wedding. Nothing big; he just gifted her a white cocktail dress and asked her to wear it that night, then officially proposed to her outside the manor as a gentle snowfall flurried around them. When she said “yes” and they shared their moment and Damian began setting the rest of his plan into motion.

“So you really wanna spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yes,” Raven smiled and kissed him, the white snow clinging to her coal black hair.

“And have all seven of my children?”

“Let’s just see if we survive one,” she laughed as he took her face in his hands.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he smiled and looked into her eyes. “I know you want to wait until after the baby comes, and I understand. But I just don’t see the point in waiting to start our life together when it already has.”

“I suppose you’re right… I know how important it is that our baby doesn't grow up without either of us.”

“And I know how important it is to you that our children grow up with parents that are good role models. So if that's what we both want, why wait?” He kissed her again as he brushed the hair off her face and chose his next words very carefully. “If you had no choice but to marry me today, would you?”

“Yes,” Raven grinned with no hesitation.

“Good,” Damian grinned, “because I’m about to hold you to that,” and revealed the rest of his plan: only their closest friends and family were there while Alfred officiated the wedding. The two of them vowing to love and protect each other for a lifetime and more. And that said, Raven officially became Mrs. Damian al Ghul-Wayne… Well, it was official the next day when they went to the courthouse and got a marriage license, but that didn’t sound romantic enough. Oh well.

So even if Damian was never a big fan of Christmas, he loved his wife and that was what Christmas eventually became for them: a time of family and love, and that was what mattered. And as long as he had her and their children, nothing else mattered.

“You kids’ ready for your surprise!” Bruce asked, the two boys jumping up and down as he gave them the gift to open.

The two boys ripped the wrapping paper to shreds, like two lions ripping into a gazelle, and to their glee, declared, “It’s an Elf on The Shelf!”

Damian immediately looked at his father and shook his head. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“It’s what they wanted,” Bruce smiled.

“I mean, if nothing else, now I don’t have to buy the stupid thing… and they’re happy,” he added under his breath. His children may have driven him crazy from time to time, but he loved them more and genuinely wanted them to be happy in life.

“I still can’t believe you allow them to partake in this foolishness.”

“Shut up, Mother,” Damian replied, to her shock.

“And you wonder why I never married you,” Bruce mumbled under his breath.

“Excuse me?” Talia glared.

“Nothing... You wanna get a drink after this?"

Damian shook his head; sadly he knew his parents loved each other on some strange level, but was grateful his relationship with Raven was nothing like theirs. And in that moment, he knew he couldn’t pass up his opportunity. He stepped to the Christmas tree and pulled a small box out he’d hidden on the mantle.

“I was going to wait until Christmas to do this, but… I don’t know, now feels like the right time,” he said and got down on one knee.

“What are you doing?”

“Reliving the best decision I ever made.” He opened the box, revealing Raven’s original engagement ring he’d had reset with her wedding bands. “Raven, my beloved wife, will you marry me... again?”

Raven looked around at the life they’d built together. Was it perfect? No, but that’s what made it so meaningful and worth living together. And at the end of the day, she had her husband to lean on. Whether it was his mother degrading her out of jealousy that she led a life she never had with his father, or days she felt like the world was out to get her. Her husband may have had his flaws, but he loved her more than anything, and she could more than feel it when he gathered her up in his arms.

“If I had to do it all again, I would… yes,” she replied with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.

Damian slipped the new gold ring on her finger and rose to meet her in a loving kiss. Alfred politely clapped with a smile; he never thought in a million years that Damian would be the one to have such a well adjusted family. Also, recalling that it wasn’t easy for him to get there and without Raven (or her patience), he may have never become the man he had. It was then he knew he had to give a toast.

“I know I don’t say this enough, but I cannot begin to say how happy I am for the both of you, but more so Master Damian. When he first showed up in his father’s charge, he was, at best, an insufferable lad with a bratty sense of self entitlement that I not only DID NOT care for, but resented. Needless to say, he was my least favorite Robin…”

“Watch it, Pennyworth?”

“My point exactly,” Alfred sang and continued. “However, throughout the years, that changed. That selfish, angry boy that once sulked the halls of Wayne Manor met a young lady and she helped him understand what trust and friendship meant. And through each other’s patience and guidance, you both grew and together have become a solid unit. I am forever grateful to whatever force in the universe brought you together. Congratulations!”

Raven with a tear in her eye, wrapped her arms of around the old butler and thanked him: Alfred the grandfather she never had. While Bruce and Damian also shared a rare hug.

“I’m really proud of you,” his father whispered briefly.

“Let’s not get overly emotional,” Damian replied, but let his facade break. “But I appreciate it, thank you.”

Talia not going as far, as "overly emotional" meant finding someone’s head in your bed God Father style, because no one fucks with that bitch and lives to not regret it, but that is far besides the point. There might be a story there. I’ll let you be the judge; if so send me the head canon: I’m open. Anyhow, with my rant over for the time, Talia, in her stoic manner, let Raven know she approved of her… over other choices?

“Congratulations dear, I would like to take this moment to just say that I know I’m hard on you, but it’s only because I realize that I could have been far more present as a mother and well… I really am happy you’re married to my son… Especially given the narrow options I could have been faced with. I don’t know where Damian would be if he ended up with that righteous blonde, or the one with the bad makeup?”

“Thank you, Talia,” Raven replied, though she was struggling to understand if it really was a compliment or a consolation admission. Like: Uh she’s nice enough; at least she doesn't dress like every regret her father ever had... Or as Jason referred to the fling: Damian’s I hate my mom and dad phase!

“At least Raven has yet to awaken to a severed head in her bed,” Damian smiled as he looked back at his loving wife, never wanting to be without her.

“And I plan on keeping it that way.” Which Talia much appreciated, as serving one’s head was a timely process, plus then you gotta get rid of the rest of the body, but we’re not gonna go into that.

Later that night they put their kids to bed, but not before placing the long awaited (trust me, you can wait) Elf on its prospective shelf. Where it would inevitably move from under the cover of night and find a new shelf… Seriously, whoever came up with this I hope your soul burns in Hell. Like really? How am I ever gonna remember that shit?

“That thing is so creepy,” Damian mused over his wine as the Elf’s soulless eyes peered through him. Leading him to realize how much he hated dolls.

“Yeah it’s definitely not anything I’d want to find on my nightstand.”

“I don’t understand why kids like it so much.”

“They probably think it’s cute,” Raven dismissed, and she nestled against her husband’s chest.

“So when do you want to do our vow renewal?”

“Not Christmas,” Raven laughed. “I’d like a day when we can focus on ourselves and not everything else.”

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t think about that,” Damian hummed, not realizing their anniversary would be shared with so many holiday events it was hard for them to even think of themselves on their own anniversary. “So Christmas in July?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Raven replied. “I can’t wait to pick out my own wedding dress that you’re not gonna be allowed to see and that I’m not gonna be knocked up wearing.”

“That second part can still change.”

“Or you could just get a vasectomy,” Raven said dryly. “I mean you still have two more weeks before Christmas there’s still time?”

Damian chuckled recalling the week prior when he asked his wife what she wanted for Christmas. “You getting a vasectomy.”

“Very funny, Beloved.”

“You’re the only one laughing.”

“I’m just gonna get you a tennis bracelet,” he smiled pulling back from the memory. Though he was realizing that three kids was enough. “But who knows, maybe I’ll surprise you.”

Raven rolled her eyes, unsure which direction that comment was meant to go. “Just remember you have to send these little terrorists to college.”

“Let’s see if they make it that far, I mean I’ve died several times at this point.”

“Yet here you are.”

“Hey, I told you Beth’s struggle is real. I could very well be a clone?”

“Well whether or not you’re a clone, I still love you… Even if Death herself will not have you, you are that insufferable.”

“Yet you suffer me just fine,” he grinned.

“I’m well trained in that matter,” she teased up at him. “That’s why I’m Mrs. Damian Wayne.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way." He pulled her lips to his and took her in a tender and long awaited embrace. She was very much a part of him, a part he couldn’t live without that made him whole. Not just as a man, but a person. For a time he feared he wasn’t good enough for her, that he was not capable, and undeserving of that sort of love. It didn’t matter that she was his closest friend, his fear of losing her kept them apart for many years. But in the end, their bond prevailed and nothing could keep them apart… well nothing but maybe their own children.

“What are you guys doing?” asked the voice of a suspicious child.

Damian and Raven stopped mid kiss and glanced over at the peering eyes of the sons: Liam with his arms crossed disapprovingly, much like his father, and Rami with his stuffed puppy named Titus after their late dog. Yes, unfortunately Titus passed away because Great Danes have really short life spans. But you should know he led a full life and lived to the ripe old age of 12, which is ancient for a great Dane. We should also note that Damian still isn’t ready to get another dog, but regrets letting Raven get a cat... Especially after what it did to the Christmas Tree.

“Nothing either of you need to be privy to,” Damian replied with contempt.

“We’re just hugging, Sweetie,” Raven added.

Liam’s stare hardened in a way that reminded Damian of himself and knew he'd resent whatever came out of his mouth. “Last time you guys hugged like that, Mother ended up with Ari in her belly.”

Raven could feel the deep shade of red bloom on her face as Damian inwardly said, Sometimes I could kill my own children.

“What are you two doing out of bed?” he asked out loud.

“We wanna see the elf move,” Rami said from behind his stuffed puppy.

“Aww,” Raven giggled as this display was actually adorable.

“That’s not how it works,” Damian said with an eyes roll, annoyed, but begrudgingly heart warmed as well. “It only moves while you’re asleep.”

“Can’t we outsmart it?” Liam asked.

“No.”

“But it’s an elf, how smart can it be?”

“It’s not smart, it’s magic,” Damian droned, “Now go back to bed before the elf tells Santa to bring both of you nothing but coal.”

“He wouldn’t really do that?” Liam challenged with doubtful scowl.

“You wanna find out?” his father threatened.

They didn’t answer and bolted back to their beds as Raven and Damian followed to tuck them in. It was then their father told them of the time he’d received coal for Christmas and that he had the photographic to prove it. Thanks Father.

Once the children were tucked safely in their beds with the door closed, Raven and Damian returned to the couch where they sat with a plop.

“Sometimes I could kill our own children,” Raven sighed and sipped her wine.

“I second that notion,” Damian replied, glaring at the elf who’s invasive stare seemed to be undressing them. “That thing is unsettling.”

“Yeah, the more I drink the creepier it gets,” she noted as Damian rose from the coach. “What are you doing?”

“Moving the elf.”

Raven watched as her husband turned the elf around so as not to face them any longer. Only to turn with a smirk on his face. “I like the way you think, Wayne.”

“Of course you do, that’s why we’re married.”

“Don’t get too full of yourself,” Raven chuckled as he made his way back to the couch.

“Funny, since you’re the one who’s about to be full of me,” he snickered, giving her a warm kiss.

“You really just said that?” Raven laughed as her husband crawled on top of her and laid a trail of hot kisses down her neck.

“I did, and I regret nothing,” he purred in her ear.

“Me either.”

And on that note, I’ll leave you with goodnight and Happy Holidays to all… Also fuck whoever created Elf on Shelf: You SUCK!

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Albedo HCs: Coming Home [Christmas Celebration 🎉]

For the Christmas Celebration Requests, please read this [we have 2 more days but I’ll possibly extend the deadline to Jan 10. I’m tackling all the Mondstadt rq first before moving onto Liyue]

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Ohhh, I love idea a lot (might have gone overboard anon haha). No worries about being specific, I love getting specific requests. I just finished a super depressing fic and I’m back at it again. Though I will do my best to make this one happy because that Mona fic hurt me. But I’m glad to hear you love my writing haha 💕💕

I also know nothing about Albedo and have never written this man in my life but I’m going to ignore everything because these are happy hours. I love his man so much so this is some self-indulgent stuff (if you couldn’t tell from the word count) istg hcs have turned into fics just without the dialogue. I took many liberties lol what the hell is formatting?

Also, shoutout to @asheseiler A beautiful human being that started chatting with me because we both love Childe haha. But seriously, I appreciate you 💕💕💕

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Albedo HCs: Coming Home

As you finally reached the hill top by the Stone Gate, you could just make out the stone walls of the City of Freedom in Mondstadt. You were almost there and the butterfly’s racing through your stomach only seemed to fly faster. You had been on a long trip away by travelling between Liyue and Inazuma. From practicing your alchemy to finding new secrets, it had been awhile since you last saw Mondstadt. While it had been fun going from place to place and seeing all the new arts and techniques, you couldn’t stop the feeling of loneliness of not having an occasionally smug but talented ash blond companion at your side.

You hadn’t seen Albedo since Master Rhinedottir had left and sent Albedo to Mondstadt with a letter of recommendation. You travelled with him to the City of Freedom but you only stayed for a few nights before you departed to Liyue. Your master had different plans for you and you didn’t know how long your own journey would take but you both promised to stay in touch through letters.

He was now acting as the Chief Alchemist and Captain of the Investigation Team of the Knights of Favonius. He managed to get a lab from Alice and he even had an assistant named Sucrose. He sent over some sketches for you and even if the bottom half of “Sucrose” was just a stick figure, you were happy that he wasn’t alone and cooped up in his lab all the time. You were, however, worried about these “Klee disasters” but happy that he still had the energy to write to you. At first it was hard, you found yourself talking to the air as if Albedo was still there but even after all these years, you couldn’t help but miss him. The occasional letter you received did help to lighten the mood however and you always made sure to store them carefully.

It seemed that your dapping mood was noticeable because even the ever stoic Zhongli asked if you were okay. He was nice and easy to talk to, even if he had a problem with Mora that you sometimes had to bail him out off, but you trusted him so you explained to him your growing loneliness. Which he simply replied that if you missed someone, you should go see them.

So here you are right outside the gates. The knights at the front were nice enough and let you through with ease once they checked that you didn’t have anything destructive. Now the hard part was actually finding Albedo. The knights had mentioned that despite being a highly respectable alchemist and one of the Captains, no one really knew where he was most of the time. Originally, you were thinking of planning some sort of surprise, even had made an entire game plan, but now that you were here. You just wanted to tackle the man, pride be damned.

You began to wander around the city, in comparison to Liyue it was quite small but so much more lively and warm. Christmas was right around the corner so everyone was rushing around hanging up lights and finding presents but it was nice. Everyone seemed to know each other and unlike Liyue, you didn’t need to be afraid if the walls were listening. You looked around for a man with bright teal eyes and ashy light blond hair, even asking around, but no luck. No one seemed to know where he was and if he was even in Mondstadt right now. You were beginning to loose hope and that your trip might have been in vain when you felt a small tap on your shoulder and-

Sweet jesus, what the fuck?

You were almost jealous at how good he looked now. He was always handsome when you were both younger but now it felt like cupid decided to descend from the heavens, laugh at you, then riddled you full of arrows. Was your pulse working? Brain still computing? You knew you had a small crush on Albedo when you were younger- who were you kidding, you were in love with this man since he helped you create cecilia flowers from a dead denro slime - but this was just unfair!

“Albedo! I was looking around everywhere for you. This place is actually a lot bigger than it se-”

“You’re back.”

Albedo was surprised to see that it was really you. He only caught a small glimpse of your profile but he knew it was you. He almost suspected that his vision was tricking him or that he might have accidently set one of his sketches of you to life but you were here. Albedo has always treated friendships with a constant degree of distance, always working or traveling to gathering materials to avoid social interactions even if it wasn’t intentional. He also had no memory of any family, only adventuring deep within the domains with his master and you. But when his Master left with one assignment left for him he couldn’t help but feel a bit hollow, but you were always there to lift his spirits up even if on the outside he didn’t appear upset.

But then you had left and gone on your own journey.

“Hm? Oh, sorry I didn’t mention it in my last letter. It was a bit of an impulse trip. But I’m not intruding in on anything right? You’re happy to see me...right?”

“You’re here.”

At first he was alright with it, even encouraged you to set off to Liyue since it was the closest. Promising that you would both keep in touch even if he found relationships a taxing cycle. But when a few months had passed and it began to settle in that you weren’t anywhere near him. That he couldn’t talk to you about new discoveries, that he couldn’t hear you voice anymore, that he had even forgotten how to sketch you. It felt...weird. He knew what he was feeling was loneliness, he wasn’t deluded or naïve, but even when he had Sucrose or Timaeus it wasn’t the same. But now you were here. He could see you and how the lines in his sketchbook were wrong whenever he attempted to re-create you. He could feel your warmth that sketches he brought to life couldn’t do. He could feel your presence and how it slowly but surely filled the void in him until it was bursting at the seams.

“Albedo? Are you alright?”

“You’re here.”

You were almost afraid that the holidays had broke Albedo. You knew he would sometimes get too deep in thought and wouldn’t register his surrounding but it was just you two. With the sun slowly going down, the snowflakes dancing around you both, and the Christmas light reflecting off his unique blue eyes. You took a slow blinked at him. Once. Twice. The same way you would when you were studying something, trying to unveil its secrets. Before sighing amusingly and opening up your arms to him. He was still the same.

“I’m here.”

The final assignment Albedo received was too hard, too complicated, far beyond his own limits and he was worried that if he never completed it, would he ever see his teacher again? When you took your first step outside the walls of the city, waving back to him as you set off on your journey, he couldn’t help but feel that like his teacher, you were leaving him too. But when you looked at him with those warm but understanding eyes, opened your arms to him, he let go and stepped into your embrace. He was sure he was borderline crushing your frame but you hugged him back just as tightly.

“My apologies. I got overwhelmed. Come with me, let’s get out of the cold first.”

You tried to hold it in but you laughed at his statement. He didn’t seem to mind as you felt him smile into your neck. Even with those words he hadn’t let go or slackened his grip in the slightest. So you both stayed there outside in the cold, the christmas lights reflected off snow, the sounds of laughter and singing playing in the background as you both embraced each other.

I’m home

You’re home

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Although Albedo was happy to see you again, he was wondering why out of all the years you had been away, all the other holidays you had missed, you decided to come to Mondstadt today. You were at his lab and marveling at all his new devices when he popped the question. You flushed a bit but quickly brushed it off, saying that after all the letters he sent you were finally curious as to what Mondstadt was like and the people he met. Plus, Liyue and Inazuma didn’t celebrate Christmas as much as Mondstadt so it would be nice to finally celebrate the holiday again.

He simply smiled smugly and nodded along before you eventually caved, because that look could steal your heart away, and revealed that honestly, you just really missed him and wanted to spend Christmas together. There wasn’t anything wrong with that was there? So what if you missed him? It was natural. It wasn’t like you were wondering what he was doing on slow days in Liyue. It wasn’t like you we-

“You can stop laughing at me. I know you’re doing it even if I can’t hear it Albedo.”

“I’m sorry you must be mistaken. Perhaps your observational skills have rusted?”

You huffed at him before turning your attention to a small but worn sketching book. It was different from the ones he had showed you and much smaller compared to the ripped out sketches he sent you. Albedo noticed your curiosity and almost flushed before striding over and showing you what was inside. It was either he do it now or you would constantly eye ball it until he finally let you see what was inside.

He took out the old sketchbook and flipped all the way to the first page. They had been sketches of you. When it had just been you, Albedo, and your teacher he would often ask to draw you but he never showed you the finished product. What was surprising was they were all full sketches. No simple lines or unfinished colours. His interest in things, especially when he draws, were fleeting leading him to always create unfinished or basic lines.

“Wow, was this your first sketchbook? Did you draw anything else? Oh, like your assistant perhaps?”

“No. I only drew one thing here. It’s been sitting here ever since but I tend to make sure it’s in good condition. Should I ever need to draw in it again.”

Albedo almost reached for his pencil to sketch your smug but bright smile. But set his hand down. While he wants to capture moments so they remain forever with him, he felt that perhaps, it would be nice to live in them. Just for a moment.

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I never write at the bottom of my fics but I wrote too much at the start haha (plus tagging my screaming doesn’t work anymore). Not gonna lie, this was going to be different and you and Albedo would have role reversed AND I WAS GOING TO WRITE MONA IN but that didn’t happen. I made it so disgustingly sappy at the end that I want to throw up but when do I not?

But I kind of like this version more. He’s super out of character but I don’t care and you’re gonna have to take this hcs out of my COLD DEAD HANDS. But I hope you enjoyed this and I’m using this as my Albedo catalyst so come home elevator boy. (cough celebration hcs are still open if you wanna feed me 👀 this )

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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kiss me at midnight; myg

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!y/n x secretary!yoongiverse!! sfw!! fluff!! the title says it all!! this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!!

➺ wordcount; 8.1k

➺ summary; y/n finally musters up enough courage to tell yoongi about her i-know-i’m-your-boss-but-i-have-non-boss-feelings-for-you feelings.

➺ what to expect; “careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”

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“let’s see… the decorators are coming at 2, the caterers are coming at 6:30, the DJ is coming at 7…” yoongi reads out loud as he goes down his checklist, “the bartender sent over the special drinks menu which i emailed to you this morning, and- ah, right, the caterers mentioned that they were able to switch the mini hot dogs to sliders instead-”

“oh, that’s great! mini hot dogs just don’t carry the same level of class as teeny little hamburgers…” you narrow your eyes slightly as you clasp your hands in front of your face, tapping your fingers against each other, “what about the chocolate lava cakes?”

“mhm, don’t worry, those are on the menu as well, as per your request,” yoongi pauses, “ah- the people bringing the photo-booths are coming to set them up at 5 - we’ve already cleared out the space for them, so that should be good to go… also, are we putting a limit on photos?”

“a limit?”

“yes, a limit,” yoongi looks up at you and shrugs, “there’s only so much film and it wouldn’t be fair for one person to take ten photos and for another person to not have any at all.”

you immediately scoff before dismissing yoongi with a flick of your wrist, “silly yoongi, you can’t put a limit on fun. just tell them we’re willing to pay for extra film and for one of their workers to hang out at the party and wait until the booths need refilling.”

“there.. is no limit… on fun…” yoongi mutters to himself as he continues to scribble notes down in his notebook, “and… that’s it!” he clicks his pen before tucking it back into his shirt pocket, “pretty much everything has been taken care of. if all goes well, this’ll be a fantastic new year’s eve party.”

“yay!” you throw your hands up into the air before leaning back against your chair with a giggle, “this is so exciting. i love throwing parties!”

“and i love planning parties...” yoongi hums absentmindedly, looking back down at his list, “so i guess we make a pretty good team...”

“teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

“mm.”

a couple seconds of silence ticks by as you scour through your brain for a new topic of discussion

you could... talk about the weather?

or maybe ask him what he did over the weekend?

ask him about what he did on christmas day??

“so…” you clear your throat, smoothing your skirt down before folding your arms on your desk and leaning forward slightly, “you bringin’ any... hot dates to the party tonight?”

wow

that was... not an ideal topic of discussion

also, way to sound like a creep!

“me?” yoongi glances up at you and tilts his head slightly, “well, i’ll be with you.” he pauses, dark brows knitting together, “did you… want me to bring a date?” he shifts in his seat, “i’m sure i can arrange for someone to accompany me if that’s what you want.”

“no!” your eyes widen and you shake your head quickly, “i mean- no, i was just- you know, i just- usually you have a plus-one that you bring to parties and, like, i’m sure that you probably had other new year’s plans that didn’t involve being at the party your boss is throwing- i’m just saying that perhaps, if you were planning on actually bringing someone, i just wouldn’t want to be a cock-block-”

you’re cut off (thankfully) when yoongi’s phone suddenly starts to buzz on your desk

he extends his arm and catches it right as it’s about to fall off (which, admittedly, shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but yoongi could be sitting there doing nothing and you’d still find it attractive)

he holds a finger up pardon himself and you nod before leaning back a little

“hello? …oh, perfect. yes, i can come and pick them up now…” yoongi trails off, sandwiching his phone in between his ear and his shoulder before pushing his sleeve up a little to check the time on his watch, “i can be there in… roughly half an hour? yes. alright. perfect. see you soon.”

he hangs up with a beep before looking back over at you, “sorry about that! your dress and heels are ready for pick-up. what were you saying before my phone went off?”

“hm?” you clear your throat, “oh! uh… nothing. i was just- you know, small talk. but you can go now if you want to- i mean, obviously you need to go and pick up my outfit for tonight so i’ll just let you go-”

“alright, perfect-” yoongi nods and gets up from his seat, “i shouldn’t take too long but if anything comes up, just call me-”

“yep! you got it, homie-” you shoot finger guns at yoongi before quickly forcing your arms down and shoving both your hands in between your knees so that they won’t do anything like that again

your face flushes bright red as soon as the door shuts behind yoongi and a quiet groan slips past your lips before you smack your forehead down on your desk

jesus

that... was rough, to say the least!

sure, you fumble over your words whenever you talk to yoongi on a regular basis, but it’s never usually this bad...

what’s gotten into you today?!

maybe it’s just the pre-party jitters!

“get it together, y/l/n.” you mutter to yourself, patting your cheeks lightly before pulling your laptop towards you and opening it up

if there’s anyone who can get you get your shit together, it’s hoseok

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): help me

you perk up when hoseok responds almost immediately, your laptop letting out a little ping! from his message

you have half a mind to scold him for not doing work and being on the company’s messaging system but you dO need to talk to him right now so

Jung Hoseok (10:12AM): What did you do this time

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): nothing!! idk what’s wrong with my mouth today i’ve never called anyone homie in my entire life

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): ?

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): you had to be here to understand :-//

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): Okay well

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): I don’t know what I’m supposed to say now

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): can you just come to my office because it’s too much to type out

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): and bring me an iced coffee from the vending machine while you’re at it because yoongi left to pick my dress up

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): Let me get this straight

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): You want me to stop working and you want me to go to your office so we can gossip about Yoongi

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): gossip sounds bad

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): ‘discuss’ sounds more professional

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): …

Jung Hoseok (10:15AM): See you in ten minutes lmao

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“you asked him if he was planning on bringing a date to the party?!” hoseok laughs, leaning back against the chair before folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head, “wow. what, are you going to help him plan his wedding too?”

“don’t say that!” you groan, rubbing your fingers against your temples in tight circles, “i was just trying to start a conversation… i don’t know...”

“start a conversation? about what? about encouraging yoongi to be with someone who isn’t you?”

“keep up the attitude and i’ll reduce your lunch break from one hour and fifteen minutes to one hour and fourteen minutes.” you raise a brow in warning, hoseok gawking before wagging a finger at you

“i’ll report you to HR for abuse of power!” he jokes, his smile faltering when he notices that you still have that mopey, kicked-in-the-gut look on your face, “okay, think about it this way: this party couldn’t have come at a better time, you know? because now you know exactly what you have to do!”

“huh? oh, right.” you nod slowly, “yeah, of course i know what i have to do at tonight’s party.” you snort, pulling away from your desk and sitting up straight, “but... you know, just to make sure that you know what it is that i have to do, would you mind telling me what exactly we’re saying i have to do?”

“y/n. come on.” hoseok presses his lips together before leaning forward, “what do people usually do at new year’s eve parties?” he asks gently, in that infuriatingly condescending tone that people usually use when they’re talking to children

“people share their new year’s resolutions with each other?” you hum, thinking back to the new year’s eve party you were at last year where you ended up talking to a very friendly bartender about all the plans you had in mind for the new year

you can’t help but wonder how he’s doing

“well, yeah, but not quite what i had in mind-” hoseok shakes his head, “what else do they do?”

“they... sing karaoke really loudly?” you frown before letting out a gasp, “oh no! i didn’t think of that! do you think it’s too late to rent a karaoke machi-”

“wow, i really have to spoon-feed this to you-” hoseok slaps his hands against his thighs before letting out a huff, “a new year’s kiss, y/n. does that ring any bells?”

“oh, right! i forgot about that part,” you chuckle lightly, tilting your head back against the top of your chair to look up at the ceiling, “but what does that have to do with-” you pause, head snapping back down to look at hoseok with wide eyes, “oh, you’re saying that i should- with yoongi- hoseok, i can barely look at yoongi for five seconds without breaking eye contact-”

“why not?! its new years! you have to have someone to smooch when it’s midnight. even i have someone to kiss!”

“wait, who are you kiss-”

“and you know what the best part is?” hoseok grins, “you have an excuse to get super drunk tonight! and a drunk y/n is a slightly more confident y/n-”

“oh, i can’t- i can’t ask him, no.” you chuckle nervously, your hands suddenly feeling a little clammy at the thought of asking yoongi to kiss you, “because then he’s going to feel like he has to kiss me because i’m his boss, and the next thing you know, i’m being called up to HR-”

“you’re overthinking this again, y/n,” hoseok sighs, “don’t forget the fact that i caught him checking you out at the halloween party. you have to admit that he’s slightly interested in you.”

“that’s different!” you argue, your brows furrowing, “i was dressed as a sexy friggin’ bunny, for god’s sake!”

“and tonight, you’ll be dressed as a sexy friggin’ boss! the only difference is that you won’t have a little cotton tail and two bunny ears-”

“i don’t know…”

hoseok rolls his eyes at your doubt and resists the urge to get up and slap you across the face to get you to come to your senses

you can’t expect anything to happen between you and yoongi if you’re not willing to do something about it in the first place

he can’t even list out how many times you guys have had similar conversations that always end in you chickening out and changing your mind

you were supposed to make a move at the halloween party but you ended up bailing on the plan at the last minute and hoseok had to listen to half an hour of you whining about it over the phone

he adores you but sometimes he just wants to grab you and yell at you for being such a wimp when it comes to yoongi

“okay, you know what? forget yoongi. i’ll be your new year’s kiss!” hoseok teases, leaning forward before wiggling his eyebrows enticingly, “maybe if people see me canoodling with the boss i’ll finally get the street cred i deserve-”

“you know, i don’t know if i’ve reached that level of desperation quite yet-”

“i’m a great kisser, so it’s your loss...” hoseok kisses his teeth, raising his hands in defense, “anyways, just try not to overthink it. take a deep breath, relax, and hopefully you won’t point any more lame finger guns at yoo-”

“-ooou’re fired!” you stand up and slam your fist down on the desk the moment yoongi steps into the room, hoseok jolting at the sudden announcement, “you are fired, my good sir! you heard me loud and clear!”

yoongi’s eyes widen slightly and he presses his lips together before stepping aside and lowering his head

“what the hell are yo-” hoseok glances over his shoulder and it dawns over him when he spots yoongi standing by the door, “oh! oh. uh, okay. yes... i am... devastated...” he clears his throat as he rises from the chair slowly, “please... give me a second chance? i... won’t do it again?”

you blink, pulling down your blazer slightly before giving him a curt nod

“...okay, but this is your last chance. next time, you’re really fired.” you clear your throat, sitting back down before gesturing towards the door, “you may leave now, mr. jung.”

yoongi nods in acknowledgement when hoseok walks past him and he waits a couple of seconds before speaking up

“sorry. i didn’t realize you were busy because the door wasn’t closed all the way.” he smiles sheepishly, raising the garment bag in his hand, “i just wanted to put your dress in the closet for you.”

“yes! go ahead.” you smile, gesturing towards the closet before sitting back down in your chair

“by the way, i passed by that breakfast place on the way to the laundromat-” yoongi pauses, glancing over at you on his way to the closet, “you know, the place that makes those BLT bagels you like so much?”

“ooh, with the spicy mayo and the avocado?”

“mhm-” yoongi smiles, shutting the closet door gently and turning to face you, “they do chocolate chip waffles now and i thought maybe that’d be something you’d be interested in for future breakfasts.”

“oh, no way!” your eyes widen in excitement, “i’m very interested in chocolate chip waffles for future breakfasts!”

“that’s what i thought.” he chuckles, making his way back towards the doors, “anyway- i’ll be out there if you need me, boss.”

“mhm!”

you immediately get up from your chair as soon as yoongi leaves the room

you told yourself that you were going to wait until tonight but you’ve been thinking about your dress all week and you wanna see it now!!

“dress, dress, dress-” you murmur to yourself like a maniac, your heels clicking against the floor as you jog over to the closet

you push down a squeal of excitement after unzipping the garment bag and getting a good look at your outfit for tonight

you spent hours searching for the perfect dress and it was totally worth it now that you’re looking at it

it’s a navy blue midi-length dress that sort of cinches in at the waist but the skirt itself is relaxed so you don’t need to worry about your legs being constricted

there’s also a high slit in the skirt which is exciting (you had to shave your legs yesterday which wasn’t as exciting)

and it’s a long sleeve dress but the sleeves and sheer and billowy but cap around your wrists

it’s classy but also a little sexy but not like your halloween playboy costume level of sexy

you’re still not sure what possessed you to dress up as a playboy bunny but even you have to admit that that little black dress looked great on you

you zip the bag back up before pushing it aside to sneak a peek at the suit that yoongi will be wearing to the party

he asked if he could keep his suit in your closet and obviously you said yes because it’s yoongi

your eyes light up when you notice something peculiar about his outfit

it’s navy blue as well!!

the corners of your mouth lift in a wide grin, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of you and yoongi (unintentionally, but still) wearing matching colours tonight

heh

»»————-　♡　————-««

“c’mon, stupid thing...” yoongi frowns to himself as he struggles to tie his tie

he’s been at it for the last ten minutes and it seems like his gummy worm fingers aren’t going to be useful anytime soon

and it probably doesn’t help that he’s using his phone camera as a mirror instead of going to the bathroom to use the actual mirror

he doesn’t know if it showed this morning but he’s been a nervous wreck all day!

he practically zipped out of your office as soon as he had the chance to and he just hopes that you’re not suspecting anything

it’s just that as each day goes by, he gets more and more conflicted over what to do about his feelings for you

this wasn’t supposed to happen!

when he first realized that you liked him, he was flattered and admittedly it was a nice stroke to his ego knowing that his boss was interested in him, but he didn’t know it’d turn into this

he didn’t know he’d end up liking you back

this is a disaster!

he’s not supposed to like you back!

he already tried forcing himself to stop liking you but if anything it’s made things worse

he thought your schoolgirl crush was sweet at first and then one day he found your poor excuse of asking him to stay after hours to help you re-organize your pens was cute and ever since then it’s gone downhill

like the other day when he was eating lunch with you - you took the paper sleeve that holds the chopsticks and you folded it into a makeshift chopstick rest and gave it to him to use and,,. he’d have to be crazy to not find that wildly endearing

yoongi lets out a huff and leans back against his chair as he looks at himself on his phone screen

“good going, moron.” he grumbles to himself before lifting his hand and flipping himself off, “you and your feelings.”

of course, it’s not technically a... bad thing that he likes you back, right?

...but what’s everyone going to think?

he knows that he’s on the list of people getting the christmas bonus (because he helped you type it out) but what if people think he just slept his way to the money??

oh, god

that’s not who he is!

this is too much to think about right now

he just had this suit pressed and he’s not about to ruin it by nervously sweating in it

he’s just going to enjoy this party with you and then deal with his feelings later!

future yoongi can handle it

present yoongi is just going to enjoy the ride B-)

“whatcha up to?”

“-!” yoongi jumps and scrambles up from his seat when he hears your voice all of a sudden, “y/n! sorry, i didn’t hear you come out of... your... office...” he trails off, voice softening slightly as he takes in how beautiful you look in your dress

obviously he already knew what you were going to wear because he was the one who picked up your outfit from the dry cleaner’s but... it’s a different experience actually seeing you in it

beautiful

there’s really no other way to describe it

you look... beautiful.

“i don’t know why on earth you’re wearing a tie to a party.” you snort, eyes flicking down to the tie hanging loosely around his neck, “this isn’t a business meeting, yoongi.” (you decided it’d be best to take hoseok’s advice. no overthinking - just relaxing! and it seems to be going well...)

“oh.” yoongi snaps himself out of his daze before shaking his head, “i… i don’t know why, either. i guess i’m just used to wearing a tie.”

“well, i say ditch it - you know, let loose a little! it’s new year’s eve, after all.”

before yoongi even knows it, you’re stepping towards him and sliding the tie from his neck in one swift movement before tossing it onto his desk

ᵒ ᵍᵒᵈ

you even smell pretty

he freezes when you reach up to undo a couple of buttons on his shirt, his hands gripping the edge of his desk so tightly that his knuckles are stark white

“there we go!” you smile, fixing yoongi’s collar before nodding to yourself, “much better. also, do you think you can help me with my heels? i put them on already but the little buckles are flimsy and i can’t do them because of my nails.” you raise both your hands before wiggling your fingers

“mhm, of course.” yoongi steps aside and gestures towards his chair, “take a seat and i’ll take care of them for you.”

yoongi’s chair squeaks slightly as you sit down on it and you make a mental note to get him a new one

...maybe you should get everyone in the office new chairs to make your crush on yoongi less obvious

lots to think about

“so, do you think anyone’s going to have fun tonight?” you ask quietly, leaning back against the chair, “i’m nervous.”

“i’m sure everyone’s going to have fun, y/n,” yoongi lowers himself onto the ground so that he’s down on one knee before raising your leg so that your foot is pressed against his chest, “they get free food, free alcohol, and there are fun 2021 party hats and stupid 2021 glasses to match. what’s not to love?”

“me. i’m the part they don’t love.” you snort, propping your elbow up on yoongi’s desk before leaning against your fist, “i’m gonna take one step onto the rooftop and immediately ruin the party somehow. i bet the dj will stop playing music and his records will make that awkward scratchy sound.”

“don’t be so harsh on yourself…” yoongi scolds, tucking the thin strap into the buckle and giving it a little tug to make sure it’s nice and secure before lowering your foot gently, “besides, if anyone looks at you weirdly, i can just call security and have them escorted out of the party.” he tuts, smiling up at you as he lifts your other foot

“ooh. careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.” you joke, pushing the ball of your foot gently against yoongi’s chest teasingly

“oh, yeah? i wouldn’t be opposed to that, boss…” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a side smirk as he slips the other strap into place, “alright, there we go! heels are nice and secure.”

he gets up from the ground, dusting his knee off before extending his hand to help you get up from his chair, “ready?”

“as ready as i’ll ever be...” you reach for his hand only to pause, your nose scrunching slightly as you pull away, “i don’t know. let’s think this through. do we have to go to the party?”

“well, you are the host.” yoongi points out, “and i planned the whole thing! do you know how hard it was to arrange for a karaoke machine on new year’s eve?” he frowns playfully, “you can’t bail on me like this.”

“i guess...”

“listen- whenever you want to leave, just let me know and i’ll grab the entire plate of sliders, a crisp bottle of champagne, and then we’ll head back down here to eat, drink, and watch the fireworks from your office window.” yoongi tilts his head, his hand still out for you to take, “deal?”

“...throw in the chocolate lava cakes as well and we have a deal.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

“wow! you really outdid yourself, yoongi.” you nod in approval as you look around, “look at this place!”

you never even knew the rooftop had the ability to look like some trendy upscale bar that sells cocktails for $30 each

“hey, if this secretary thing doesn’t work out, maybe i could become a party planner.” yoongi jokes, lifting his glass up with a smile

“you know, i really think you could.” you clink your glass against his before taking a sip of the bubbly champagne, “by the way, you don’t have to hang out with me all night. you’re allowed to go and mingle with your coworkers.”

“i know.” yoongi hums before his nose scrunches slightly, “but every time i talk to them, they’re always gossiping about something and i think gossiping is unproductive.”

“wha-” you gawk, your lashes fluttering, “you’re telling me that you’ve had access to juicy office gossip this whole time and not once have i ever heard any of it??”

“i mean...”

“you have to tell me something. i’ll take anything!”

you grin excitedly when yoongi gestures for you to come in closer

“jungkook and tzuyu had sex on the photocopier by the supplies room.” he blurts out quickly, clearing his throat before taking a sip of his own champagne, “but you didn’t hear it from me!”

“they- what?!” you gasp in shock, jaw practically dropping to the floor, “they did?? during work??”

“no, it was after work!” yoongi shakes his head, “i think you had a meeting across town that night which is why we weren’t here... otherwise we... probably would’ve heard it but- it’s on the CCTV security cameras and everything. of course, since the photocopier is kind of out of frame, you can only see their lower halves-”

“well, then how do you know it was jungkook and tzuyu??”

“their shoes! and jungkook’s socks. he’s the only one who wears bright purple rubber-duckie socks to work.”

the two of you turn to look at jungkook across the rooftop and you blink before looking back over at yoongi with a pout

“that’s my favourite photocopier.” you mutter, “i hope they didn’t get any... fluids inside of it-”

“gross! why would it be inside of the machine?!”

“i don’t know! people go crazy during sex sometimes!” you raise your hands in defense before clearing your throat quietly, “okay, but seriously, i feel like having vigorous sex on a piece of office equipment is definitely violating something so i might have to bring them in for a little chat-”

“ooh, can i be there when you scold them?”

“absolutely-”

“miss y/n?” you jump in surprise when someone taps your shoulder gently from behind

you glance over your shoulder to see joy before smiling politely, turning around fully to face her, “joy! what’s up?”

“i’d like to talk to you about something, if that’s alright - do you have a moment?”

“oh! um, of course-” you pause, turning to hand yoongi your glass, “let’s head over there for some privacy. what’s on your mind?”

“it’s just... you know, regarding past comments i may or may not have made about you-” she chuckles uneasily, “seeing as you still have to figure out who’s getting christmas bonuses this year, i thought that-”

yoongi bites back a grin when you turn back to look at him with pleading eyes and he shrugs helplessly before raising his own glass at you and downing the rest of the champagne

»»————-　♡　————-««

yoongi’s never been a huge fan of parties mainly because he’d much rather enjoy a bottle of champagne and full-sized burgers in the comfort of his own home

he really only started going to parties once you became CEO of the company and he wasn’t left with a choice because he was worried that you’d fire him if he didn’t attend any of these festive celebrations

he likes to think that you’ve opened him up to new experiences, helping him become a better human being overall

:-)

“hey!” yoongi chokes on his tiny burger patty when someone gives his back a hearty slap, “i’ve been looking for you everywhere! i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi.”

yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion when it’s hoseok that plops down on the bar stool next to him

“what-�� yoongi swallows his bite before giving his chest a couple of pats to help get the masticated chunks of meat down smoother, “what did i do??”

hoseok opens his mouth to say something before pausing, eyes flickering to the side as he reconsiders what he’s about to say

he’s a little tipsy thanks to the open bar so he didn’t really think this decision through but he’s here now so it’s a little late to back out

you explicitly asked him not to meddle but he feels like if he doesn’t do anything, then you’ll never do anything and you’ll just go to the grave keeping your feelings for yoongi a secret

does this count as meddling?

he just has to find a way to steer the conversation towards the topic of you and yoongi and romance

this might be meddling, now that he’s thinking about it

...

it’s fine!

he’ll do it in such a subtle way that yoongi won’t even notice!

“it’s not something that you’ve done. it’s something that you haven’t done.” hoseok clears his throat, narrowing his eyes at yoongi suspiciously, “do you like y/n? because she likes you.”

(not very subtle, but hoseok never likes to beat around the bush.)

“woah-” yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a nervous chuckle before looking around, “ha, i- um- where did you get that idea from?”

“you didn’t deny it.” hoseok grins in success, “so you do?”

“i...” yoongi pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek before he lets out a huff and his shoulders droop in defeat, “yeah. yeah, i do. ...but what does that have to do with you?”

“oh, it has everything to do with me!” hoseok chirps, clapping his hands together excitedly, “i’m here to give you advice!”

“yeah, okay,” yoongi immediately scoffs and rolls his eyes as he turns back to pick up his drink, “no offense, but i don’t think i should be getting advice from the guy who was almost fired today-”

“oh, please, i wasn’t getting fired when you walked in.” hoseok raises a brow, “we were talking about you before you barged in so y/n obviously panicked and changed the subject to make it look like she wasn’t going all goo-goo-ga-ga over you-”

“what? you were- y/n was talking about me?” yoongi perks up, his interest in the conversation suddenly reigniting, “really?”

“she’s always talking about you,” hoseok points out, “don’t get me wrong - i love going to her office to talk about you instead of doing my work, but it’s exhausting! which is part of the reason as to why i’m willing to give you advice to get this show on the road.”

“i don’t need advice, though.”

“of course you need advice. if one of you finally made a move, i wouldn’t need to give you advice, but here i am.” hoseok gestures to himself before shrugging, “so... what’s wrong with you?”

yoongi scoffs in offense

that’s a little ruDE

“what’s wrong with me?”

“yeah. why haven’t you made a move yet if you like y/n back?” hoseok emphasizes as a reminder that this crush goes two ways and that yoongi can be blamed for the lack of action just as much as you

“because... i can’t! it’s not that easy, man.” yoongi shakes his head, “i can’t just ask her out. she’s... like... she’s miss y/n.”

“yes. and the sky is blue.” hoseok frowns, “i’m sorry, what’s the problem?”

“she’s the boss!” yoongi snaps, glaring over at hoseok, “she’s our boss!”

“exactly! she’s the boss! if you’re going to date someone in the office, it might as well be the person signing off everyone’s paycheques at the end of each month-”

“but you can’t- the rules!”

“what rules??”

“there are no rules! that’s why i’m so confused! i’m used to rules! that’s how the world works in my head! what the hell am i supposed to do now? go rogue?! i’ve never gone rogue before!”

“oh, god, who do you think you are? some secret agent? all you’re doing is asking someone out-”

“i can’t date y/n-”

“give me a legitimate reason as to why you can’t date y/n.”

“i’ll be penalized!”

“who’s going to penalize you?!”

“the boss of our boss!”

“please!” hoseok groans loudly, throwing his head back in frustration, “you don’t think he’s goofed around with any of his secretaries?”

“okay, but this isn’t me goofing around with y/n, this is me... being serious with y/n!” yoongi presses his lips together, unsure of what to say next, “yeah. i wanna be serious with y/n.”

“i promise you that no one cares about relationships as long as work is handed in on time and bags of money are being made.” hoseok hums, gesturing for the bartender to fix up another drink for him

having this conversation about you with yoongi is just as exhausting as having this conversation about yoongi with you

...

he doesn’t know if that sentence made any sense but all this alcohol is making the words jumble up together

“well, okay, but-” yoongi chuckles nervously, turning and setting his glass down on the bar countertop, “then we’d have to make a file with HR declaring the status of our relationship, and then we’d have to talk about whether or not we want to keep things private or let the whole office know- oh, god, and what if it doesn’t work out? what if we break up? it’d be embarrassing after having declared our love for each other in front of everyone! and favouritism! don’t even get me started on favouritism! people are going to bag on y/n if they find out that i’m on the list of people getting a bonus! ...but, in my defense, even if we weren’t together i would probably still be on that list because i’m hardworking-”

“yoongi-” hoseok interrupts, slapping both his hands down on his shoulders before letting out a sigh, “do you like y/n?”

“yes.” yoongi answers without missing a beat, “i like y/n. a lot.”

“okay. then that’s all that matters, right?”

yoongi opens his mouth to respond but he pauses

huh

that... is a fair point...

it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks about his relationship with you

what is it about alcohol that makes some people so wise?

“do you know what kind of a person you’d be if you just repressed your feelings and pretended that they didn’t exist at all? a coward, that’s what you’d be. because y/n is a fantastic woman and you need to hurry up and make a damn move before she realises she’s wasting her time on you and moves on to someone else who isn’t afraid to show their true feelings for her.” hoseok shakes his head gently before pulling away from yoongi with a nonchalant shrug and a snort, “but, you know - i’m drunk as hell and i’ve had nothing to eat so all the things coming out of my mouth righ’now could be complete and utter bullshit!” he hiccups, giggling to himself, “who knows!”

“well… what do you suggest i do?”

“what else do you do at a new year’s eve party?” hoseok’s head flops to the side, the over consumption of nothing but champagne suddenly hitting him like a brick wall

“…share new year’s resolutions?”

“wha- god, you guys are truly the perfect pair- no, dumbass, you kiiissss someone at midnight.” hoseok slurs, “you already know she’s into you. and now i know that you’re into her so she’s definitely not going to oppose giving you a big ol smooch!”

“well, it’s-” yoongi pulls his sleeve up to check his watch, anxiety bubbling in his stomach when he realizes there are exactly twelve minutes to midnight, “oh, god.”

okay

that’s fine!

it’s fine, he can work with twelve minutes!

all he has to do is 1) find you, 2) start a casual conversation, 3) somehow transition the casual conversation into a not so casual conversation about his feelings for you, 4) transition from the not so casual conversation to asking if you’d like to be his new year’s kiss, 5)-

“i can’t pull this off in twelve minutes. i don’t know how i’m going to do this!” yoongi swallows thickly, turning to look at hoseok (who’s starting to doze off), “how the hell am i going to do this??”

hoseok picks himself up off the counter, turning to face yoongi before a wide smile spreads on his face and a little gasp of excitement slips past his lips, “hey! i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi-”

“okay, buddy-” yoongi quickly reaches out to keep hoseok from toppling over, “you’ve definitely had one too many-”

»»————-　♡　————-««

ding!

yoongi steps off the elevator with a huff, quickly checking the time on his watch for the millionth time tonight

he spent two minutes running around the rooftop like a headless chicken in case you were still up there somewhere

luckily jungkook told him that he saw you leave the rooftop and there’s really only one other place that you’d be

he makes his way down the hallway towards the double doors of your office, smiling in success when he sees that one of the doors is slightly ajar

bingo!

maybe it’s because he’s now confident about his true feelings for you, but he feels like there’s a spring in his step right now!

(it could also be because of the liquid courage, but that’s neither here nor there.)

he pushes the door open a little to stick his face in, giving himself a mental high five as he sees you leaning against your desk with a flute of champagne in your hand, staring out the window

“hey!” yoongi clears his throat, knocking on the door gently, “there you are.”

“hm?” you turn to glance over your shoulder, “oh, yoongi! yeah, hey.”

“i didn’t realize you’d disappeared... i would’ve brought the sliders with me if i knew you were in here.” he jokes, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click, “everything okay?”

“ah, well. maybe next time.” you smile stiffly, turning away from him to look back out, “yeah, everything’s fine. joy practically talked my ear off up there so i just felt like i needed to get away from the party for a little while.”

“you know, the fireworks are starting soon...” yoongi points out as he makes his way over to you, “you’re probably going to get better pictures of them up there than down here in your office.”

“yeah, i know… but it’s also going to be very loud up on the rooftop and i’d prefer to start the new year off with working eardrums.” your nose wrinkles as you let out a chuckle, “also, i…”

“what?”

“i… i don’t know, i just don’t really want to start the new year awkwardly standing in the middle while everyone else is getting new year’s kisses.” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before chuckling awkwardly, “that… makes me sound like a very bitter single person and i swear it wasn’t supposed to come off that way-”

“no, i totally get it.” yoongi shakes his head as he wipes his hands on the side of his pants, “as a matter of fact, i kind of wanted to talk to you about something-”

“hold on, hold on- before you say anything, i-” you interrupt him, turning to set your glass down, “i, um- i have something that i wanna say to you as well. can i go first?”

“oh! yes, okay….” yoongi cowers down a little, pressing his lips together tightly, “is... everything alright?”

“yeah!” you nod quickly before pausing, “i mean, sort of. kind of. i’m… not sure if it’s going to be a good idea or not, but i just want to let you know that if you… you know, if you feel uncomfortable or something after i tell you this, you’re free to pack up and leave, you know? i mean, i actually already have a letter of recommendation written for you so if you wanna go off and work for someone else, i’ve already put in a lot of good words for you-”

“woah, woah-” yoongi raises his hands before letting out a chuckle, “i- while i definitely appreciate the gesture, you know i’m… not planning on going anywhere, right?”

“yeah, well… things change!” you clear your throat, gaze averting as you reach up to scratch the back of your neck, “things... change. i… don’t mean to sound so elementary school about it, but i…” you trail off, the little voice in the back of your head reminding you that this is your last chance to back out and not tell yoongi about your feelings for him

you’ve chickened out more than a handful of times, so what’s going to different about this time around?

you look up at yoongi and he blinks twice before offering you a soft smile, “you…?”

how are you supposed to back out when he’s looking at you like that?

and maybe it’s just because he looks particularly handsome tonight in his suit or because you’re all riled up on cocktails, but...

“i like you.” you blurt out, trying your best not to cringe or make any faces, “like… in a… romantic? way?”

yoongi’s eyes widen and the smile fades from his face, though you don’t have much time to process whatever reaction that was before he’s speaking up

“you like me.” yoongi repeats, swallowing thickly before nodding, “in a romantic way.”

“yeah.” you shrug, “and i have for a while, but i just never said or did anything about it because i thought it was inappropriate - you know, because i’m your boss and around the time i started liking you was when we held that seminar for workplace harassment and i didn’t want to make you feel like i was harassing you or creeping on you or anything - a-anyways, at first i thought i was attracted to you solely because you’re hot in that broody, college skater-boyfriend kind of way and i thought it’d go away on its own, but then the feelings never went away, and then i thought that maybe this was just a more serious schoolgirl-type crush that would take time to go away, but then a lot of time went by and it still didn’t go away, so… here we are now, at the end of the year, and i… still have a huge, huge crush on you-”

“-i like you too.”

“okay, cool, but i’m not done talking about-” you pause, your eyes flickering upwards, “wait, what?”

“i like you, y/n.” yoongi breathes out with a smile, his shoulders visibly relaxing, “actually, i’ve known for a long time that you liked me and at first i was just flattered and admittedly i was a little cocky about it but then i... actually started to like you one day and- well, i didn’t want to say anything because- woah-!”

yoongi yelps when suddenly a paperweight is hurled in his direction and nearly whacks him in the face, “what the f-”

“are you kidding me, yoongi?!” you snap, slapping your hands down as you glare at him across your desk, “are you kidding me?!”

“okay, i-i-” yoongi stammers, “i wasn’t expecting this reaction so i’m not entirely sure how i’m supposed to-”

“you knew that i liked you this entire time-” you groan, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “and you knew that you liked me this entire time... and you didn’t say or do anything about it?!”

“well, why didn’t you do anything about it first?” yoongi exasperates, “you- you’re just as much at fault here as i am!”

“because i-” you laugh lightly in disbelief, “because i thought that if i told you that i liked you, that you would feel pressured into saying that you liked me back because i’m your boss! how would i know if your feelings were genuine or if you were just playing along? of course i couldn’t tell you!”

yoongi chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously as you let out a huff before stepping away from your desk and heading over to stand by the window again

“i...” he trails off, bending down to pick up the paperweight before setting it down on your desk gently, “i’m sorry that you... struggled with that... but... i think the important thing is that i do like you, y/n. i genuinely like you, and i was an idiot for not saying anything earlier... i let my doubts get in the way and...” he sighs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “i’m not good at- i’m not good at dealing with this kind of stuff and usually i just brush it aside and hope the problem goes away but i see you almost every single day so i couldn’t just brush it aside-”

“yeah, well-”

both of you freeze up when you suddenly hear the countdown chanting echo from up on the rooftop and yoongi feels his heart plummet to his stomach when he realizes he didn’t even ask if you wanted to be his new year’s kiss

shit

shit!

“i’m just-” yoongi shakes his head furiously, “i get nervous when there are no rules and there certainly isn’t a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your boss-”

10!

you let out a scoff as you turn to face him, “-and you think there’s a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your secretary?!-”

“i was a total coward for not saying anything sooner and i wish i did! i wish i kissed you at the halloween party!”

“you- you wanted to kiss me at the halloween party?”

“of course i did, dumbass!” the name slips out of yoongi’s mouth before he even realizes it and he smiles sheepishly when you give him a warning look, “...miss dumbass.”

“anyways,” yoongi coughs, “i-if you’re still interested, i’d really like to kiss you tonight if that’s okay-”

“wait, did hoseok put you up to this?” you narrow your eyes in suspicion before pointing to yourself, “because he told me to ask you to kiss me tonight-”

“yeah, he put me up to this because we both know that you certainly weren’t going to make the first move-”

“how dare you?” you scoff, crossing your arms stubbornly, “i could make the first move if i really wanted to-”

“what?! that’s bullsh- oh my god, can we agree now to kiss first and then argue about this later?!” yoongi snaps, eyes full of panic at the thought of not making it on time, “please??”

“fine, but-”

1- HAPPY NEW YEAR!

you don’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi swoops in swiftly to lean in and kiss you, warm hands quickly reaching up to cup either sides of your face

the sound of people cheering and fireworks going off in the sky is nothing compared to the erratic thumping of your heart and the high-pitched ringing in your ears

oh, wow

your lashes flutter as you feel yourself relax, your fists uncurling against yoongi so that your hands rest on his chest

you can feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt and that’s all the confirmation you need to know that yoongi really, truly likes you back

yoongi’s hands leave your face so that he can reach down to grasp your hips and pull you towards him, only for his arms to snake around your waist a second later

your hands slide up his chest before your arms wrap loosely around his neck, feeling as though nothing else matters except what’s happening right now

you’ve dreamt about this moment for so long but it’s so much better than you could’ve possibly imagined it to be

and you’re not sure if it’s the copious amount of champagne that you consumed tonight but you just feel so warm inside

yoongi pulls away (far too soon for your liking), his eyes lidded and hazy as he smiles fondly down at you, “happy new year, boss.”

you can’t fight back the wide grin on your face when he leans down to nudge his nose against yours, both of your hearts undoubtedly beating in time

“happy new year, secretary min.”

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americasass91 · 4 years ago

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Truth or Dare?

Here is the original request:

Well Hello! I know I haven’t posted anything in a hot minute. Stupid fucking Covid got in the way. But I’m fully recovered and back to normal! Well as normal as I can be for me 😋. Anyways i’m back with a request from @shythingstudentdragon! I hope you like it! And thank you for letting me tweak the request just a little! I also used some prompts so this fit into the Happy Hoelidays Challenge! Sorry this is such a late entry but I’m glad I was able to get one out! Thank you for hosting this lovely challenge @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817 and @donutloverxo! I had a lot of fun with it!

This is a Steve Rogers AU. I hope you enjoy!

Dialogue Prompts:

“I know a good way to warm you up.”

Gif Prompt Used: Steve Rogers

Rating: Explicit (I mean really, all of mine are usually this rating. I can’t seem to help myself😏)

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Language, Oral(F Receiving), unprotected sex(You can’t go wrong, if you shield your dong), Steve being Steve (I think this is a valid warning), And if i forgot anything I apologize

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God you hated men.

Your ex decided to cheat on you with the school slut. You broke up with him as soon as you found out and he had the audacity to act all bent out of shape about it. What the fuck did he expect?

You’re not even entirely sure why he slept with someone else. You guys had plenty of sex. Not good sex, but still.

The sad thing was is you’re only 18 but you were considering swearing off men.

“Pssst. Come on baby, talk to me.” Your ex was currently trying to get your attention in class. You were doing your best to ignore him and just copy the notes from the board.

“Shut up, Justin. I don’t want to hear it.” You whispered back while glancing at the teacher. You really didn’t want to get in trouble.

“But I want you back. That girl didn’t mean anything.”

You decided to not even dignify that with a response and continue to copy the board.

“Please Y/N. I just need one more chance, you’ll see. I’ve changed!”

“Shhh.” You hear from the front of the class. It came from the Teacher’s Assistant, Steve.

You glare back at Justin.

The glare must not have any effect because he continues to pester you.

After about the fifth plea of taking him back, you lose it.

“WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?”

You instantly slap your hands over your mouth. You hadn’t meant to scream that out loud.

“Miss Y/L/N!! There will be no tolerance for that kind of outburst and language in my classroom! Detention after school!!”

Your jaw drops. “But that’s not fair! He wouldn’t leave me alone.” You point back at Justin.

“Well the only voice I heard was yours. I’ll see you after school.”

Mr. Smith comes over and hands you the dreaded pink slip. The bell rings indicating class is over. You gather your things and hightail it the hell out of there, needing to get away from Justin as soon as possible.

That motherfucker caused you to get detention. And on today of all days! You were going to go Christmas shopping with your girls. Well not now.

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After your last class of the day you find your friends to let them know you have detention and aren’t able to join them.

“Awe that totally sucks! How on earth did you get detention?” Your best friend asks.

You quickly tell them what happened. They all agree you’re going to have to get Justin back somehow.

You give them a sad wave and head back towards your 3rd period class to get this torture over with.

When you walk in you look around for Mr. Smith and are pleasantly surprised to see his Teaching Assistant instead sitting at his desk.

You plop yourself down in one of the desks in the middle row. “Where’s Mr. Smith?”

Steve looks up from the tests he’s grading. “He said he had a prior commitment and asked if I minded sitting with you.”

You roll your eyes. “You must have something better to do than hang out in detention.”

He gives you a smirk. “I don’t believe I’m the one in detention, Miss Y/L/N.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his smirk. “Yeah, well. It’s not exactly my fault that I’m here.”

He nods. “I know. I noticed Justin wouldn’t leave you alone. I tried to explain that to Mr. Smith after class. But you know how he is. Plus you shouted a curse word out loud.”

You grimace. “Yeah, not one of my finer moments. So how does this work? Do I have to sit here and be quiet for an hour or am I allowed to talk?”

Steve leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. Jesus. How had you never noticed how built he was before?

“Well normally I ask the student to sit there quietly but since I don’t really think you’re at fault, I don’t mind if you talk. What would you like to talk about?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Well, I don’t know a lot about you. How about we play Truth or Dare. That always brings out people’s true selves.”

There’s that smirk again. “Alright. You start.”

“Okay, Truth or Dare?”

“I’m just warning you, I don’t do a lot of Dares. So I’m going with Truth.”

“Fine with me. We’ll start easy. How old are you?”

He cocks his head to the side. “Almost 21. Truth or Dare?”

You cross your legs and can’t help but notice his gaze follows your movement. “Truth.”

“How old are you?”

You smirk. “18. I started Kindergarten late. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“So what are you going to school for?”

“I want to be a history teacher. That’s why I’m Mr. Smith’s assistant.”

You nod your head. “Makes sense. And I know you didn’t ask me but, Truth.”

He looks up towards the ceiling for a moment, thinking about what he wants to ask you. “So why was that guy bothering you in class?”

You can’t help the roll of your eyes. “He’s my ex and he wants me back. And I could care less.”

“Why’d you guys break up?”

“He decided to fuck somebody else and I don’t put up with that shit. I know I deserve better than that. So I’ve sworn off men.”

He furrows his brows. “I mean that totally sucks he cheated on you. And in my opinion he’s an idiot. But you’re really swearing off men? All men? We’re not all bad you know.”

“I didn’t say all men were bad. I’m just done with them for now. Gonna take some time for myself. Enjoy me.”

Steve’s thoughts immediately go down the drain at your last statement. He can feel his cheeks turning red as well as his pants getting tighter. He clears his throat. “Well, that’s always good to do. Time for yourself is important.”

“Yeah it is. And I believe it’s my turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth, please.”

You decide you want to watch him squirm. “I can’t help but notice you have a nice body. Do all the girls at college try to get a piece of you?”

Now Steve definitely knows his cheeks are red. “Um, no. I can’t say that they do. I mean, I’ve had a few interested but not a lot.”

You find that hard to believe. He’s fucking gorgeous and currently ruining your panties with every smirk of his. “Now, I don’t believe that for a second. I mean, you’re very good looking Steven. If I went to your college, I’d definitely hit on you.”

Now Steve was definitely having inappropriate thoughts. He knew he shouldn’t. You were still in high school. Although you are 18. “Well, thank you. I guess the right girl hasn’t been interested. I’m looking for a connection I guess. I want more than just sex.”

That actually surprised you. Usually sexy guys like Steve are only looking for one thing. “Yeah, a connection would be nice I suppose. Although you have to admit, sometimes just sex can be nice too.”

Steve clears his throat and looks towards the windows at the snow falling outside. “Uh, I think it’s my turn now. Truth or Dare?”

You can’t help but notice he ignored what you said about sex. “Truth.”

Steve decides to give you a little taste of your own medicine. “What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Now it’s your turn to be embarrassed. “I don’t think that’s happened yet. Cause if it has, I’m thoroughly disappointed. Truth or Dare?”

“You know what? I think I’m going to go with Dare this time.”

You get excited at the idea. “Well, Steven. You look like a nice strong guy. So…” You look around the room…“I Dare you to pick up one of the desks over your head.”

Steve scoffs at you. “At least give me a challenge, Y/N.”

He stands up and picks up the middle desk in the front row and lifts it over his head as if it weighs nothing. Welp, you’re definitely wet now. Jesus. Those fucking arms of his. The veins were really prominent now. You knew he knew you were checking him out and fuck it if you cared. He sets the desk back down and sits in the desk in front of you sideways so that he can still look at you.

“Wow, I have to say that I’m impressed.”

He smirks at you. “Yeah? That was nothing. But hey, it’s my turn now. Truth or Dare?”

You almost pick Dare to see what he’d choose but you chicken out at the last minute. “I’m gonna have to go with Truth again.”

He turns his gaze towards the window again trying to think of what to ask you. Then he smirks and moves his eyes back to you. “Was that ex of yours any good in bed?”

You don’t even have to think about this answer. “Ha, no. I mean, it wasn’t the worst I’ve had. But definitely not that great. Let’s just call him a 2 pump chump and leave it at that.”

“Ouch. Can’t say I’m surprised though.”

“Are you a 2 pump chump, Steven?”

Steve just smirks at you. “I believe you’re supposed to ask me Truth or Dare?”

You smirk back at him. “Okay. Truth or Dare, handsome?”

“I think I’m going to go with Dare again.”

You think for a second before a naughty thought pops into your head. You stand up and move so that you’re standing in front of him. You put your hands on your hips. “Okay, Mr. Big Strong Guy. I Dare you to lift me up. I’ve got a big ass and hips, it might be a challenge for you.”

He stands up. You’re so close to him that your chests are touching. He gazes down at you. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, Miss Y/L/N. And I happen to think you have a nice ass.”

Before you get a chance to reply, he grabs your hips and lifts you straight up. You squeal in surprise and grab onto his shoulders. “You’re light as a feather, babe. No problem at all.”

He slowly lowers you back down, making sure your body slowly slides against his. Jesus he feels good against you.

It takes you a minute to realize your feet are back on the floor, your hands still on his shoulders. His are still on your waist. You can’t seem to tear your gaze away from his. You can feel him pressed up against your lower tummy. He was hard. Jesus. He felt huge. He clears his throat.

“Truth or Dare, doll?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You move your hands down to his arms. They felt nicer than you expected. He starts flexing. God damn. He could probably snap you in half without any effort. You bite your lip and meet his eyes again. “Dare.”

“Kiss me.”

You don’t even hesitate. You rise up on your toes and firmly press your lips against his. You move your hands back up so that your hands are resting on the back of his neck. His grip on your waist tightens as he returns your kiss. He keeps it light and soft. He pulls back enough so that he can make eye contact with you. “I thought you were giving up men, doll?”

You can’t help the smirk that graces your face. “That was before I felt your hard, cock pressed against me. You wanna put it to use, big guy?”

A low growl escapes his chest as he pulls you back in for another kiss. This one is more heated than the last. You moan into it. He pushes you towards Mr. Smith’s desk. He breaks the kiss and pushes everything off the desk onto the floor. He grabs you by the waist and picks you up to sit you on it.

You quickly spread your legs and grab him by his shirt to pull him back in for another kiss. He happily obliges and this time licks your bottom lip, wanting entrance. You decide to be a little tease and not let him in just yet. He doesn’t like that. He pinches your hip and you let you a little yelp, giving him the perfect opportunity to press his tongue against yours. The battle for dominance is short lived. You let him win. Damn he’s a good kisser.

The next thing you know, he rips your shirt open. You can feel your nipples hardening under your white laced bra due to the cold room. You push him back and give him your best pout. “Now I’m cold, Stevie.”

He gives you a naughty smirk and moves his right hand under your school uniform skirt and slowly slides it towards your center. “Don’t worry, doll. I know a good way to warm you up.”

A shiver runs down your spine as he drops to his knees in front of you. He places a quick kiss to both knees before he pushes your skirt up until it’s bunched up at your waist, exposing your white laced panties. He starts kissing his way towards where you need him most. You lean back on your left hand and thread your fingers of your right hand through his hair.

He takes both hands and hooks them into the band of your underwear. He suddenly stops and looks up at you. “I didn’t even ask you, Y/N. I’m sorry. Are you okay with this?”

You feel your heart skip a few beats. What a considerate guy. Justin never asked your permission. He just assumed you always wanted it.

You quickly nod your head. “Yes, Steve. Please, please don’t stop. I’ll let you know if I’m not okay with something.”

He nods and starts pulling your panties down. You lift your hips to help him out. You smirk as you see him pocket them. He throws your legs over his shoulders. He grips your ass and gives it a good squeeze. He pulls you closer towards his face.

He starts out by sucking a hickey onto the inside of your upper right thigh. Your fingers are still threaded through his hair. You give it a harsh tug. It earns you a growl. “Stop teasing. Need your mouth on me. Please.”

You barely get out the please before he’s licking a stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit. You throw your head back and let out a quiet moan. He moves his left hand to your center and pulls the little hood back to expose your full clit to him. He looks up at you. “Anyone ever tell you that you have the prettiest pussy, doll?” He winks and sucks your clit into his mouth. This moan you let out is not so quiet.

He smirks against your clit and lightly bites down on it. You involuntarily buck your hips against his face. “Jesus, Steve. Do that again.”

He happily does as you ask. He bites down a little harder this time. The pain is so good. The grip you have on his hair tightens even more. With his lips still attached to your clit, he starts flicking the bud back and forth with his tongue. He transitions from fast to slow flicks. He’s driving you crazy in the best way. You can feel that coil in your belly tightening. You’re close already.

Just when you think to yourself it can’t get any better, you feel his finger prod at your entrance. “Yes, Steve! Please fuck me with your fingers. I need it.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He slowly inserts his finger until he’s knuckle deep. “Fuck, doll. You’re so tight. Gonna feel so good when you’re wrapped around my cock.”

You whimper at his words. He attaches his mouth back to your clit and starts slowly pumping his finger in and out. “Mmmm. Faster, Steve. Please.”

Before he does what you say, he adds a second finger. He pulls back from your clit for a second and watches you lose yourself in the ecstasy.

“You gonna cum for me, doll? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my fingers?”

You nod your head frantically. “Yes! Please, Steve. Make me cum.”

Steve picks up the pace of his fingers and curls them slightly so they press up against your g spot. He then attaches his lips back to your clit and bites down.

That pushes you straight into your orgasm. You cum gushing all over his face and fingers. He moans as he happily laps up everything you give him.

Once he gets you all clean, he raises back up to his feet. “You taste amazing, baby.” Then he pulls you in for a searing kiss. You moan as you taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

You start undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulls away and looks down at you. “You don’t have to do that, doll.”

You lower his zipper and start palming him through his boxer briefs. “What if I want to? Unless of course you don’t want me to.”

He closes his eyes and drops his head forward as you push his pants and boxer briefs down and wrap your hand around his cock. It was magnificent. Definitely bigger than anything you’d taken before. You couldn’t wait to feel it stretch you open.

You start pumping your hand slowly up and down his thick shaft, using the pre cum leaking from the tip as lube. Steve rests his hands on your thighs, his eyes now opened and trained on your hand. “Fuck, doll. You’re driving me crazy here.”

You smirk and lean forward and start placing kisses on his neck. You pick up the pace of your hand just slightly. You move your kisses up his neck until your mouth is right by his ear. “Then why don’t you fuck me already?”

He groans and grabs the back of your neck to pull you in for yet another heated kiss. He nips at your bottom lip and this time you open right away, needing to feel his tongue against yours.

He suddenly pulls back and pulls your hand off of his cock. You are about to ask him what’s wrong when he grabs your hips and pulls you into a standing position. He looks down at you with an evil smirk. “If you want me to fuck you, why don’t you be a good girl for me and turn around and put your hands on the desk?”

Fuck. He doesn’t need to ask you twice. You quickly do as he says, shivering in anticipation of what’s to come.

He puts his hand between your shoulders and pushes you down until your elbows are now resting on the desk.

You wiggle your ass at him teasingly.

He quickly flips your skirt up and growls at the sight. You feel a hand come down hard on your left ass cheek. “God damn this is a nice ass. I bet it’ll jiggle real nice while I’m fucking you.”

He places his hands on your ass and gives it a hard squeeze. You let out a frustrated growl. “Stop teasing me and just fuck me, Steve. Please.”

“You sound so pretty when you’re begging for me. But you did ask nicely.” He grabs his cock at the base and slides the tip against your folds. You push back against him for some much needed friction.

He chuckles at your desperation. He pushes the tip into your entrance and pulls your cheeks apart so he can watch himself as he slowly sinks into your heat.

You clutch at the edges of the desk. You knew he was big but holy fuck. You can feel every vein and every ridge of his dick as he slowly bottoms out. It hurts but only a little. You let out a tiny whimper.

Steve rubs your back gently. “You okay, doll? Want me to stop?”

You quickly shake your head. “No, just...give me a minute.”

He continues rubbing up and down your back to help relax you. After a few minutes you wiggle your hips a little and the pain has gone away. You feel nothing but pleasure. “Please move now.”

He grabs your hips and slowly pulls out until just the tip remains in. Then he slowly pushes back in. “Fuck, baby. You’re so god damn tight. I don’t think I’ll be able to last very long. So fucking warm.”

He continues his super slow rhythm for a few more thrusts. “Faster, harder Steve. Please. Need you to fuck me hard.”

Steve smacks your right cheek this time. “Yeah? Need me to fuck you like the whore that you are?”

You clench down around his cock at his degrading words. You loved that shit. “Fuck, yes. Please.”

He happily obliges and picks up the pace. Soon the only thing that could be heard in the classroom is skin slapping against skin and your moaning and his groans.

With every thrust in his tip kisses your cervix in the most delicious way. You clamp down around him again. “God damn, baby. If you keep clenching around me like that, I’m gonna cum.”

You smirk to yourself and continue clenching around his cock. He’s now letting out some loud moans that sound like your name. He gives your ass another smack. “Want you to come first, sweetheart. You close?”

You nod your head and start moving your hand towards your clit. But it’s quickly smacked away by Steve. He moves his fingers towards your clit and gives it a hard pinch.

Your orgasm takes over your whole body. You know you’re shaking but you can’t stop it. You can feel yourself gushing all over his dick. This is the hardest you’ve ever cum in your life.

Your pussy clamps down on Steve in a vice like grip during your orgasm. He somehow manages to fuck you through it without coming himself. But he can’t hold it much longer.

“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

“On my ass. Cum on my ass, Steve.”

He gives a few more hard thrusts before he pulls out and fists his cock until his load shoots out against your ass and the back of your thighs.

You moan as you feel his spend against your skin. That was easily the best sex you’ve ever had. You’re not entirely sure you can move.

Steve puts his hands on the desk and leans forward a little to catch his breath. He moves your hair aside and places a kiss against the back of your neck. “You okay, doll?”

You slowly nod. “Oh, I’m more than okay. But is there something to clean me up with?”

Steve chuckles and raises back up into a standing position. He quickly pulls up his pants and briefs and tucks himself back in and zips himself up before going into the supply closet in the classroom to grab you some paper towels.

He comes back over with paper towels in hand and starts cleaning you up. Before he can get it all, you move your right hand behind you and scoop some of his cum off of your ass and stick your finger in your mouth. “Mmm, just wanted to taste you.”

Steve can feel himself getting hard again. “Jesus Christ, doll. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You chuckle. Once he gets you all cleaned up, you raise your unsteady body up and try to straighten your clothes as best you can. You then remember that Steve ripped your shirt open and you are unable to button it back up. You playfully glare at him. “Well shit Steve. How am I supposed to walk out of here with my shirt undone? My jacket is in my locker.”

Steve’s gaze lowers to your exposed bra again. You snap your fingers to get his attention. He quickly gains focus and grabs his coat off the back of his chair. “Here, you can wear mine. I don’t usually wear it anyways. I like the cold.”

You happily accept the article of clothing and put it on and zip it up. It’s huge on you. “You are a strange one, aren’t you?”

His cheeks redden a little. “Not so strange that you just let me fuck you against Mr. Smith’s desk.”

You beam at him. “Yeah, well. What can I say? If I know I want something, I take it.”

Steve wraps his arms around your waist. “So….are you free Friday night? I’d really like to take you out on a date.”

You decide to tease him a little. “Well, I don’t know. See, I just had the best sex of my life and I’m not sure you can top that.”

“Really? Well, I bet I can. You just gotta give me a chance.”

You press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’m just kidding, Stevie. Of course I’ll go on a date with you. But don’t expect me to put out after.” You wink at him.

He grins at you. “We honestly don’t have to have sex after. I’d be happy with just dinner and nice conversation. You know, make a connection.”

You can’t help but match his smile. “That actually sounds really nice.”

Steve lets go of you and starts gathering his things. “Gotta show you how a man should rightfully treat a lady.”

You all of a sudden couldn’t wait for Friday. You grab your bag off the floor and head towards the door with him. He grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you into him before you can get the door open. He smiles down at you and tucks some hair behind your ear. “For the record, that was also the best I’ve ever had.”

You smirk. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

With that you give him a wink and open the classroom door and saunter out.

He just shakes his head at you with a smile. Not feeling this connected to anyone in a while.

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floralseokjin · 4 years ago

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final sleigh drabble #2

❛ it’s Christmas day night...❜

original oneshot here // drabble index here

kim seokjin x reader smut 4,179 words

It was Christmas Day night. You’d spent most of yesterday and today at Ana’s parents’ house. It was different to how your own family celebrated the occasion but lovely, nonetheless. Her family always made you feel welcome, no matter the instance, and you were really grateful that they’d let you spend Christmas with them, like you’d already said, because your parents were spending the holiday season abroad.

Now, just gone eight, you and Ana were getting out of an Uber outside a familiar house. Seokjin and Yoongi’s. You hadn’t seen your co-worker, since the weekend. The weekend of nonstop sex. You’d only parted because he had a train to catch, promising his mom he’d visit for a few of days before Christmas Eve. The sex had been so good it had taken him a while to remember said plans actually, and when he had, he’d unbelievably tried getting out of them just so he could stay and fuck you even more.

“You want to ditch your mom to continue getting your dick wet?” You asked him with severe judgment, both of you naked in your bed. It was Sunday morning. Yes, that was correct. He’d stayed over practically 48 hours nailing you over and over again. And then some.

“Don’t say it like that,” he whined, feeling instantly guilty. “I just don’t want to leave you. I’m having too much fun.”

“We can still have fun when you get back.” You murmured suggestively, running a hand down his chest. You were not ready to give this all up quite yet…

With a raised eyebrow, he seemed intrigued. “Even more fun than right now?”

“We can try.”

You hadn’t known if it was possible, the weekend had been very fun to say the least, but who knew. You’d definitely give it your all...

You’d spent the last few days messaging each other sporadically, but there hadn’t been too much conversation. You mean, you’d never talked a lot before the sex, so why would you start after it? But seeing his face right now, as he opened the door, you practically beamed.

“Merry Christmas, ladies,” he grinned, outstretching his arm to gesture you both to step inside.

Admittedly, you weren’t expecting him to invite you over tonight. He’d been back since Friday but you hadn’t made plans to meet again yet so when he’d text you this afternoon, asking if you and Ana would like to come hang out with Yoongi and him, you’d been surprised. Excited, yet surprised, but obviously you’d played it cool.

Ana had been a little reluctant. She had slept with Yoongi a couple of weeks ago after all – and hadn’t seen him since. But, obviously Seokjin had run this idea by him? They’d both decided it together, right? So it was fine. Plus, she needed to support her best friend. If she wanted you to get boned again, she needed to come! You couldn’t turn up on your own. Not that she needed much convincing after the initial unwilling... Secretly you thought she was hoping for a round two with Seokjin’s best friend... Who knew, maybe he was too...

Ana stepped in first and as you followed Seokjin pulled out a small piece of mistletoe from behind his back. He held it up between you both, taking you by surprise. A good surprise though. “Oh,” you uttered, wasting no time in reacquainting your mouths.

“He’s been planning this all day.” It was Yoongi’s voice, coming from somewhere ahead of you, but you both ignored him, kissing just a little longer.

Ana scoffed. “Surely no planning was needed. It’s holding up some mistletoe.”

“Mmm. I missed you,” Seokjin hummed, breaking away to snake an arm around your middle.

“I missed you too,” you grinned, aware Seokjin was dialling up the amount of yuck to piss your two friends off.

“Jesus, you guys.” Yoongi sounded like he was about to be sick. “I preferred it when she hated you.”

Seokjin turned to the other guy, sounding vaguely annoyed. “She never hated me. It was a misunderstanding.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, man,” Yoongi chuckled. “Ana, let’s leave them to it. I’ll get you a drink.”

You watched as they walked off together, towards the kitchen. Seokjin was the first to turn back to you, an eyebrow raised. “How much do you wanna bet they end up hooking up again?”

You were both on the same wavelength. It was obvious something was going to happen. “She hogged the entire bathroom getting ready.”

“Have fun, you guys,” Seokjin sang as Yoongi and Ana made a less that inconspicuous exit from the living room. It was three hours later. They’d lasted well, but obviously the need to get in on again had won.

Seokjin turned to you immediately, sat next to you on the sofa and gave you a wolfish grin. “Finally, we’re alone.”

You were no sooner in his lap, mouth glued to his. Moving your ass a little as you broke apart for a much needed breath, you felt the familiar impression of his erection. “You’re hard already?” You raised a judgmental eyebrow.

“Why do you sound so shocked?” He questioned indignantly. “My dick has missed you insanely.”

“Just your dick?”

It was a playful remark, you didn’t mean anything by it, but Seokjin lowered his gaze, giving you a small chuckle. Instead of answering he kissed you again, his tongue pushing its way inside your mouth as his hands gripped your ass and rubbed you against his groin. Instant pleasure zapped up your body and it wasn’t long before you were grinding on your own accord, fists clutching his white t-shirt, which you had to admit, outlined his chest perfectly – You’d been trying not to stare all night.

“Do you want to go upstairs too?” He panted against your neck, teeth nipping the flesh sharply and you bit back a moan. He was already so tuned into what you liked. “I really need to fuck you.” Pulling back to get your answer he saw the look on your face. “What’s that face for?”

“It’s turning into a sex party,” you moaned. You couldn’t all be having sex upstairs, it seemed... You couldn’t think of the word.

“An orgy?” Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Behave.” You needed more people to turn it into an orgy.

Seokjin’s mouth was back on your neck, kissing down your throat, to your collarbones and he sunk his teeth into the thin skin gently, causing your breath to hitch. “Well, do you wanna fuck down here?”

His dick was so hard underneath you, you rubbed against it some more, despite your objections. “No! What if one of them catches us?”

“Don’t be stupid. Yoongi is definitely balls deep by now.”

You whacked his back and he yelped in surprise. “That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

“I didn’t say who or what he was balls deep in.” His reply didn’t impress you and so he grumbled. “I wish I was balls deep in you right now... Don’t give me that look, it turns me on when you’re pissy.”

Unable to stop your grin, you leaned in. “You must be constantly turned on at work then.” Pressing your lips into his, you bit down on his bottom lip. His hiss soon turned into a moan – and then a whine.

“Let’s take this upstairs. There’s a bathroom between our bedrooms. It won’t be like our headboards are hitting the wall in rhythm.”

“Fine.” You couldn’t hold out much longer anyway, and you both made your way upstairs, yelping loudly when Seokjin slapped your ass. You glare didn’t do much to discourage him, laughing loudly as he wrapped his arms around your middle and directed you to the door to his bedroom.

“At least they’re being considerate and playing music,” he said, the music loud enough to block any other noise going on inside Yoongi’s bedroom... Thank God.

“I feel like I’m back at college,” you whined as you stepped inside Seokjin’s room.

“Huh? Did you and Ana make a habit of hooking up at the same time? Hot.”

You pushed his arm. “No.” Chuckling, he made his way to the bed, sitting on the end, but you were too preoccupied with checking out his room. It was a lot larger than you imagined, walls cream, some covered in artwork. His computer was the main attraction, multiple screens, an unnecessarily large gaming chair and some other things you weren’t familiar with, mainly character figurines. His bed cover was a grey check pattern, a throw draped over the end with a couple of cushions against the headboard. Very clean.

“Your room’s cute,” you commented.

“Cute?”

“Yeah.” Turning to look at him you smiled playfully. “So, I guess this is where you jerk your dick to fantasies of me.”

He scoffed. “I don’t need to fantasise anymore. I have memories stored away in the wank bank.” Tapping his temple with his index finger he looked more than impressed with himself.

“Gross!” You cried.

“Come here,” he groaned, fed up with stalling, and he leaned over and grabbed you, causing you to squeal. “Or are you just planning on being a cocktease the whole night?” The sound wasn’t like you – but Seokjin had become good at making you act in ways you weren’t used to so far...

Which is why you found yourself on your knees for him, sucking his dick, his jeans and underwear around his ankles. “Your mouth is fucking magic,” he grunted, head falling back, his perfect, thick neck on show as you glanced up. You felt the urge to take him deeper, pushing him closer and closer to the back of your throat, ignoring any noises of reluctance it made.

“Fuck.” Seokjin choked, his fingers running through your hair to collect it in his fists. “That’s it. Take it all.” He pushed his hips up, stuffing your mouth for a few gloriously unbearable seconds before easing up. You lifted off, half of his dick still in your mouth as you caught your breath. He looked down at you with half-lidded eyes that seemed to eat you up. “Do you like choking on my cock?”

Nope. He was not doing this. It was infuriating what his words did to you, and you immediately swallowed him again, ignoring the way your underwear stuck to your damp skin. He was going to have a field day when he felt you...

Gasping for air not soon after, you had no choice but to pull off him entirely, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You were drenched in spit, so was his cock. You watched him kick off his clothing, naked from the waist down and you made moves to follow, reaching for your shirt and pulling it over your head.

“Let me see those tits. I’ve missed them.” He murmured, and you complied, unhooking your bra to reveal yourself to him. His eyes instantly glazed over. Confidently, you cupped the soft flesh in your palms, massaging yourself, putting on a show, and as your thumbs brushed the hardened peaks that were your nipples he practically growled. “Oh, fuck. You want to end me.”

Laughing, you stood up, pushing your skirt off your hips, leaving you in just your tights and panties. He followed with his t-shirt, now fully naked. You’d never get enough of his body. “Come up here,” he whined. “Let me taste them.”

Sat in his lap, you let him grope you, his mouth making out with your chest like it could kiss back. The sensation was so intense you quickly became weak at the knees and you clung to his neck, grinding against his thighs like nobody’s business. Unable to take it any longer, his hands slipped behind you, into your underwear, and he felt the silky fabric with a groan. Soon enough he was wrestling with your pantyhose again.

“These fucking things. What the fuck. You’re doing it on purpose now.”

“Am not,” you insisted. (Maybe you were). “I need to keep my legs warm.” With a furious tug you heard a rip and looking down you saw his damage. “Seokjin! You laddered them!”

“Ugh. Just get them fucking off already, I need to feel you.”

Asshole, but wet and desperate you quickly pulled then off, giving Seokjin a great view of your ass in the process. The underwear you had on had a cut-out at the top of your ass, revealing a “cleavage” of sorts. He seemed to appreciate the sight very much, giving you a playful smack and now you were very confused. Was he an ass man like you’d originally thought, or a tits guy? He was probably both. Greedy.

You slipped the panties off too, settling back down in Seokjin’s lap, who instantly started running his fingers over your heat. You pulsed against him, desperate for some stimulation.

“I swear to God you get wet so easily.”

Says the guy who’d grown hard from a kiss? Okay... “Are you complaining?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. It’s stroking my ego.”

“Your massive ego.”

“Behave, or I won’t fuck you with my massive dick.” Okay, now he was just bragging. His smirk was annoying you. He looked way too sexy.

You were expecting him to finger you for a bit, make sure you were stretched out enough for him, but all he did was dip his fingertips into your entrance, content with what he’d felt and then he was shuffling out from under your body to grab a condom from his bedside drawer.

“God. I want to fuck you so much,” he muttered a few moments later, sliding the latex over his length as you securely sat on top of him again. You kissed him sloppily, letting him angle the head of his cock against your entrance. Impatiently, you pushed down, surprising yourself – and him – when you took him whole.

You sat there, both breathing heavily as you started to adjust to him, walls clamping down like no tomorrow, which must have been torture for Seokjin, if his expression was anything to go by.

“Shit. You got tighter,” he panted, reaching for your mouth again, trying to calm himself with kisses. You attempted to do the same, beginning to slowly grind back and forth, getting used to the full feeling. It wasn’t painful, just a little uncomfortable, but you were no longer scared of his monster cock. You’d had a fair few goes last weekend and you were now a near enough pro, so without further ado, you started moving for real. Up, until he was almost out of you and then down, slamming into him. You just about knocked the air out of Seokjin’s lungs, but he soon steeled himself, grabbing the tops of your thighs to keep you safe as you started bouncing up and down, riding his dick like it was the easiest thing in the world. In this moment, it was.

Seokjin started groaning pretty quickly, his jaw clenched as he watched your every movement, his chest and neck patched with red. You clung to his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as you flung yourself back.

“Shit. Y/N!” He panicked, hands coming out to hold your lower back, afraid you were going to fall backwards off the bed. You were still sat on the edge after all, but of course he was strong enough to hold you tight, letting you lean back as far as possible to fuck yourself along his cock, the squelchy, sticky noise music to his ears.

“Mmm. I missed this cunt so much,” he moaned.

You wanted to tell him he was being a big baby, it had only been a few days but his vulgar words were having the desired effect on you yet again. You were like putty in his hands, especially when he started thrusting into you, meeting your movements with a thud. “I want you to cum on my dick.”

Fuck. You were so close, his words only helping, but by now you were getting tired; out of breath and sweaty. “Seokjin—!” You moaned, voice breaking at the second syllable, and you leaned forward, collapsing into his chest.

“Take it easy,” he murmured, hands dragging up your sweaty back. “Want me to take over?”

You grinned drunkenly. “No way, I’m enjoying myself too much.”

Seokjin chuckled, pressing his mouth into yours. “Make yourself cum.” He whispered against you, thrusting into you still as he grabbed your ass, digging his fingers into the flesh. “You can do it, Y/N. Grind on me like you mean it. Grind all over me.”

You listened, rutting into each one of his thrusts, holding on for dear life as your sensitive clit rubbed against his groin. You were both so sweaty and hot, your fingers sliding down his back, unable to grip on until you dug your nails into the skin. He hissed, thrusting into you harder. It seemed like Seokjin liked a little pain, too...

“Baby, go a little faster,” he panted, kissing your neck, and you sped up, grinding into him messily, chasing your high like something possessed. You were so turned on, so sensitive, it only took a couple more minutes, a strangled cry leaving you as you tensed in his arms, your orgasm rocketing up your body. “Ngh, fuck. Fuck.”

Seokjin stopped his thrusts, letting you gradually come down, and soon enough your body relaxed, almost turning into goo as the pleasure warmed its way all throughout you. You lifted your head up, staring Seokjin straight in the eyes, both of you panting like crazy, and without a word he lifted you, flipping you over, your back to his mattress before he crawled over you. He wasn’t done yet – and neither were you.

As he pushed inside you again, his hand found its way around your throat and he looked down at you carefully. “Is this okay?”

You nodded, voice hoarse as you replied. “Yeah.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d asked or done this – last weekend had been a lot, you still weren’t over it, and right now you were still so horny and desperate for him. You also really liked the feeling of his grip around your neck as he fucked you.

“Fuck,” you breathed, feeling him start to thrust harder, faster, his palm tightening around your neck a little. You folded your legs at the knees and widened them, wanting him as deep as possible.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, kissing your mouth in a frenzy, all tongue and teeth. His whole body was pressed into yours, pushing you into the mattress, his pelvis beginning to rub against your mound. You were still a little sensitive from your first orgasm, but you could already feel yourself a little needy for another. If he kept this up he’d have you coming again, and he knew by the way you started to meet each one of his thrusts, moans starting to slip from your throat – louder and louder. You hoped Yoongi still had his music on...

“S-seokjin,” you stammered, hands sprawled across his back as you felt that familiar sensation again. “I’m going to–ngh–”

He moaned in reply, pushing into your harder, using his pelvis to get you off, and you held your breath, willing your orgasm to come. Your walls clenched around him, making it harder and harder for him to drag his cock inside of you, but he fought it, continuing with gritted teeth until he heard you cry out, your body stiffening under his.

It wasn’t as strong as your last orgasm, but seemed to knock you for six, heady dizzy as you felt Seokjin kiss down your chest, slipping out of you carefully. His tongue circled one of your nipples, his hand cupping the other breast as he groaned softly. His erection bobbed against your inner thigh.

“Coming on my cock twice. You’re amazing.” He awed, lifting his head up to smile at you. He sounded drunk. You felt drunk.

“Well, I do try.” You joked, voice soft.

He chuckled, and then his voice grew serious, eyes large and black, still very much turned on. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

It was pretty obvious, his dick burning a hole against your leg. “Your cum.”

His eyes widened, obviously not expecting you to be so upfront, and you took great pleasure in that.

“Where?” He whispered. He didn’t bother to wait for your reply. “Mouth? Can I come in your mouth,” he asked.

Your stomach dipped with urgent need, and you nodded your head rapidly. “Yeah.”

He sat up instantly, moving to kneel over your face. He tugged the condom off, jerking himself off a couple of times before his eyes met yours. “Tongue out.” You obeyed, keeping your eyes open as the weight of his cock pressed against your tongue. “Good girl.”

Okay, that was new. He hadn’t called you that last week, and instantly you felt your gut squeeze. You sucked the tip of his cock, eager now for him to cum in your mouth. As you did so, he started jerking himself off, eyes fluttering closed as his head lolled back, Adam’s apple bobbing slowly. His movements grew quicker, matching his breathing and then he hissed, body tensing up.

“Fuckkk.” A couple of drops of cum landed against your tongue and you swallowed them, ready for more. You sucked him for all he was worth, your gaze never leaving his face, and even once he was done, you kept on lapping him with your tongue, digging the tip across the slit.

He shuddered, making a strained noise and he pulled back, his cock falling out of your mouth. “Shit. I’m sensitive,” he laughed, collapsing next to you. You were both out of breath and sweaty, but wholeheartedly satisfied.

“That’s gotta be the best yet?” You asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“I think you may be right.” He agreed, pushing his hair out of his eyes, exposing his forehead. You wanted to reach over and kiss him, but you stopped yourself. “You were riding dick like a pornstar.”

“Shut up,” you whined, pushing his shoulder. How embarrassing.

Laughing at your reaction, he sat up, propping himself up with his elbow. “If you want the bathroom I have one over there.”

You followed his thumb to a door on the right of his room. “An en suite? Very fancy.”

Seokjin shrugged. “Yoongi has the main bathroom, so.” You didn’t move, tired more than anything, peeing could probably wait. Seokjin’s brows furrowed together. “Are you okay though?”

“Of course,” you laughed. “I feel fricking amazing. I’ll be sad once this ends.”

As soon as you said the words you felt funny. Seokjin looked surprised, voice low with... what was it, concern? “Who says it has to end? Do you want it to?”

“...No,” you answered after a pause.

Truthfully you didn’t want it to end just yet, you were enjoying yourself, you were just unsure of what was happening between the two of you... You’d both confessed something back at the office last week but you were still uncertain what exactly it was. What had you been expecting? To fuck once and then that would be it? You liked having sex with Seokjin, it was fun, and you liked his company (most of the time). You liked him. He liked you. Maybe you didn’t need to put an expiry date on this thing. It was fine to see where it went. You didn’t need to turn it into a big deal. You didn’t need an outright answer for everything. It was fine to just live in the moment.

“I don’t either,” Seokjin smiled, looking mildly relieved by your answer.

“I just... when work starts back we won’t have much time to meet up like this.”

“I’ll make time, trust me.” He kissed you then, hovering over you, lips warm and soft, a far cry from earlier, and the thought made you giggle.

“What?” He asked bemused.

“You know, you turn pretty demanding when you get horny.”

He raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Like, bossy and all, I don’t know, domineering.” You shrugged, feeling a little awkward. “It’s hot.”

He smiled, chuckling softly as he kissed you again, a hand cupping your face. “It’s not too much?” He murmured.

He didn’t sound surprised by your revelation so something told you he was aware of how he acted. Which made it even hotter, to be honest.

“I like it.” You told him, biting down on your bottom lip.

Eyes darkening, he hummed, his gaze running down your body. “So how about I tell you to spread those gorgeous legs so I can eat dessert?”

You repressed the urge to laugh out loud. Dessert?! He was such an idiot. “Right now?”

“Yes. Right now.” Then he paused, rubbing his nose against yours, his tone softening. “Yeah?”

With a massive grin, you spread your legs. “Be my guest.”

A third orgasm? You weren’t going to turn that down.

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bqstqnbruin · 4 years ago

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I hate it when you stare

Wow here I am with another part, another fic. Ignooooree my typooos. Is this more soft smut? No one told me last time if what I wrote counts so uhhhhhhh

Read the whole series: I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair // I hate the way you drive my car // I hate it when you stare // I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind // I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme // I hate the way you’re always right // I hate it when you lie // I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry // I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call // But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

I really do have work to do for my class at 2:30 tomorrow but instead I finished this, so I hope you like this!

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“How is it bullshit? Everyone can tell that we’re in love with each other.”

“So, what, because other people believe it, that automatically means it’s true?”

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Evelina was visiting home for the weekend for her mom’s birthday, which meant that you had the apartment to yourself. From Friday after work until Sunday night, you were free to do whatever you wanted by yourself. Or, you thought you were going to be doing whatever you wanted until your boss texted you saying that he wanted your project finished by Monday so you could present it that afternoon. That meant you were posted up on the couch, your hair tied in a bun on top of your head, a mug full of coffee, another of tea, and a cup with water all in front of you, the blanket normally on the back of your couch now draped over your shoulders. It was a full call to the hungover days you had back in undergrad when you woke up late and were struggling to finish the work you had due the next morning.

“It’s me!” you hear a familiar voice call from the door, snapping you out of what might have been the first and only roll you had been on working on the project.

You look up to see Matthew coming over the couch, plastic bags in hand to plop down on the table. “Remind me to change the locks.”

“That would mean you have to get up to let me in, though,” he sends a wink in your direction.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, even though you felt butterflies throughout your entire body at the sight of him looking so comfortable next to you. It was just because he’s a guy, not because it’s Matthew. You let out a quiet sigh as he fiddles with the remote to your TV. “Who says I wouldn’t leave you in the hallway? Plus, I thought you were supposed to have practice today?” you ask, trying to focus more on your project than on him.

“We’re done, and we don’t have a game for three days for once, so we’re resting up. I figured, why not come see my favorite girl?” he says, resting his hand on your shin once your drape your legs over his lap.

“Because Taryn is in St. Louis so you settled for me instead?”

He scoffs, slowly running his hand up and down your bare leg while his eyes fixate on the television screen. He had to be able to feel the goosebumps that he was causing with his touch. “Fine, my favorite girl in Calgary unless Taryn is visiting, are you happy?”

“Am I ever happy when I’m around you?” you tease, lifting only your eyes from your screen to look at him. Still staring at the TV, you can see the smile on his face, but it almost looks like his jaw is clenching, like he’s fighting saying something back.

“And how could I not be happy around you when you treat me like that?” Your eyes linger for a second on his smile before scanning the rest of his body. Even under the long-sleeved dry fit shirt he was wearing, you could see the outline of the muscles that graced his abdomen. His arms looked like they were begging to rip the seam of the shirt, and you wanted nothing more than to take it off of him and just let them free. “Do you like what you see, babe?” you hear him say, snapping you out of the thoughts you were convincing yourself meant nothing as he was looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m trying to picture you as a more attractive guy,” you lie, “It would be so nice if Elias were here, wouldn’t it?”

“If you’re implying that you want a threesome, then I don’t think I could do it with a teammate,” he laughs, his fingers tightening around your shin. Would Elias be better than Matthew? Any guy would be better than Matthew, you tell yourself. He’s your best friend, and nothing more.

“What have I said about being crude?” you ask him, fixating your eyes on the way he’s biting his bottom lip. “I think I’m gonna go get my headphones so I can do this project.” You bolt from the living room to your bedroom, leaving Matthew there by himself while you search for your phone in a panic.

“Hey, is everything ok?” Evelina says on the other end of the phone call as you try to search for your AirPods in the mess that was your room.

“No, Matthew is here.”

“And that’s bad because?” she asks, drawing out her last word.

Groaning, you drop your phone on your desk, prompting Matthew to call to you asking if you were ok. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” Turning back to Evelina, clearly in a panic that she could hear in your voice, “Matthew is here and I think I’m horny.”

“You’re always horny for him because you’re in love with him.”

“I’m not in love with him and I’m honry because I haven’t been touched by a man in like, three months. It’s starvation.”

You hear her groan on the other end, her parents voices in the background. “Hold on, I need to go into another room,” she says. “Ok, so you really told me two days when you got home that you and Matthew nearly fucked in public in the liquor store. You have been touched by a man. He was also practically feeling you up at the bar a week ago, might I remind you.”

“I don’t love him,” you say, unprompted, “And he never even kissed me.”

“Says that hickey that you somehow didn’t notice he gave you?” she says, you turning to your mirror to touch the mark she was talking about. You honestly didn’t know it was there until she said something to you when you walked in the door. “If you don’t love him, why don’t you just tell him to leave?”

“I want company and he’s the only thing I have when you aren’t here. Really, this is all your fault.”

“That was so sweet until you blamed me. If you don’t want him to leave then what’s the problem?”

“Horny,” you say at the same time. “Either do something about it or control yourself, babe, but I’ve gotta go. Miss you, love you,” she says, hanging up when you finally find your AirPods.

Pulling up your playlist so it’s already playing when you get to Matthew, you don’t even look at him as you take your computer back in your lap and throw your legs in his. You can feel his eyes tracing the outline of your body even under the baggy sweatshirt you had on from a college you never went to.

You had worked for what was probably a solid half hour, Matthew mindlessly rubbing his hand on your leg like he did before, you needing to do everything in your power to stop from thinking about and wanting more. You were interrupted by Matthew reaching over and tugging on the hem of your shorts. “Are you really listening to Christmas music right now?”

“Is it that loud?” you ask, turning the volume down immediately.

“No, I can read your lips. You were mouthing ‘Feliz Navidad,’ and ‘Sleigh Ride.’”

“Oh, then, yes,” your cheeks flushed with embarrassment that you didn’t even realize you were doing that.

“It’s March, babe.”

“Ok, but Christmas music is fine year round.”

“No?” he questions.

“So I’m going to tell you why you’re wrong,” you start, moving your computer to the table so you don’t drop it, provoking a laugh to escape from his lips, “While I don’t agree with all things in Catholic and the broader Christian doctrine, there are things I can agree with basically because they are up for interpretation, so I interpret them in the way I like. Take, for example, the ninth commandment: love thy neighbor. Some people take it as a literal ‘love thy neighbor’ as in ‘be a good neighbor,’ to the ones who live next door, but I think it’s a matter of caring for those around you, neighbor not being the person immediately next to you wherever you live, but just other people in general.”

“What is your point?” he asks, a devilish grin spread across his face.

“My point is that the Bible, which is the end all be all of Catholic doctrine according to some people, is up for interpretation and people use it the way that benefits them, no matter how wrong they normally are. In Hebrews 13:15, it says, “Through him let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that acknowledge his name,” thereby, justifying and promoting listening to Christmas music year round. It praises Jesus, who is one of the persons that make up God, and doing year round is continuous.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“Hey, if people can be assholes and use a 2,000 year old book to try to wrongly justify their bigotry and homophobia, why can’t I use it to rightly justify my listening to christmas music all year?”

“Are you Catholic?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t learn about it and keep the things that I like with me. I’m not Jesuit but I follow their ideals like ‘care for the whole person’ and ‘be a man or woman with and for other.’ And Evelina’s parents are very religious, so we kind of put up a front whenever they visit to please them. They still think we go to Mass every Sunday.”

“Is that why there’s sometimes a crucifix by the door?” he asks, you nodding along. “And that weird Jesus magnet where he has a chefs hat and it says ‘fish and bread are served’ underneath him?”

“Yeah, I think her dad superglued that to the fridge because no matter how many times we’ve tried to get it off it won’t budge. Plus it’s a reference to another Bible passage.”

“I went to a Catholic high school, remember? I already knew that.” You can’t help but return the smile he was sending your way, this time your eyes flicking down to his lips, you unsure if his were doing the same. You snap out of it, biting your lip and making eye contact with Matthew, both of you breathing slightly unevenly at just thinking about what you could do with each other. Was Evelina right that you two loved each other?

No, she couldn’t be right, because you didn’t love him. You pick your computer back up to get back to work, not saying another word as Matthew turned back to the TV. You hit a deadend, finding yourself back to staring at Matthew’s perfect face while his eyes narrowed and a small smirk formed on his lips at something funny on whatever movie or show he was watching.

“Ugh, fuck,” you groan, Matthew’s head snapping to your direction as you cover your face with your hands. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

He reaches over and pulls your hands from your face, intertwining his fingers in yours. “Take a break, I brought food for us.”

“You didn’t cook it yourself, did you?” you ask. The last time he had made food for you, you were sick for a week from what you’re sure was food poisoning from something being undercooked.

He laughs, the pad of his thumb rubbing your palms. You could feel your breathing get shallow by this, trying to ignore it while he’s talking to you. “No, I got it from the store down the road, already made. Mac and Cheese!” he says, pulling it out of the bag.

You roll your eyes at his stupidity. “Matthew, we’ve been sitting here for over two hours, why would you leave that on the table instead of in the fridge?”

“It’s still warm!” he argues, opening it, “Oh and it smells so bad.” You burst out laughing as he cringes, closing it immediately. “I’ll order something else.”

You get up to go throw out the now rancid mac and cheese in the kitchen. “Hey, where do you want to order from?” you hear Matthew call, walking into the kitchen behind you.

The list.

It’s on the fridge.

Practically throwing yourself at it to try to tear it down in time, you rip it off the fridge and fold it up in your hand just in time for Matthew to come in. “Are you ok?” he asks you, noticing your slightly faster breathing and your hands behind your back.

“Yeah, the smell was just bad,” you lie to him, shoving the list in the band of your shorts. “And I was looking at the Jesus magnet.”

“That thing is so creepy,” he says, both of you looking at it. Knowing Matthew, you try as discreetly as possible to move the paper to your front so he can’t feel it as he inevitably presses his front to your back, his arms draping over your shoulders. Without thinking, you reach up to touch his hands as he rests his head on yours. “It’s way too white to be Jesus.”

His arms move their way down your body, settling around your waist as he starts to nibble at your ear. “God, you are so sexy,” you hear him let out.

“You’re awfully handsy lately, aren’t you Matty?”

“Oh come on,” he says, turning you around to face him, practically pinning you against the fridge, “You know we’re always like this with each other.”

You smile at him, cupping his face in your hands as you run the pads of your thumbs along his cheeks. “We have a weird...” you start, trying to figure out the right word to describe whatever it was you had with him, “friendship,” you settle on, not exactly liking the word yourself as your tried to hide the cringe you were sure was appearing on your face.

He swallows hard at that word. Even relationship would have been better, even if it were more broad than ‘friendship.’ At least it wasn’t such a narrow word. It felt like even if you didn’t finish the list you didn’t know he knew about, you would never see him as more than a friend. “Well, that’s what makes it my favorite friendship.”

The two of you stand there for a minute, holding each other and gazing into the others eyes. You could feel your breathing slow down studying Matthew’s facial features again, thinking only of how perfect they looked to you in that moment. “We should figure out where we’re getting food from,” you say, dragging your hands down his chest before dropping him all together.

He could have stared at you like that forever. He really couldn’t think of anyone more perfect than you, anyone he would want to look at besides you. “What are you in the mood for?” he asks, moving over to the counter. Opening your fridge, you remember you still have the list folded in the band of your shorts, throwing it in before grabbing some water out. “What did you just throw in there?” Matthew asked you, having watched your every move.

“Uh, Evelina and I have this weird list that we’re putting together, it didn’t feel right to have Jesus looking over it all of a sudden,” you tell him, “But now that you had mac and cheese on my mind, I kind of want that.”

“Oh, no, you’re not changing the subject that easily,” he says, trying to reach around you to open the fridge.

“No, come on, it’s mostly Evelina’s and I don’t know if she would want you seeing it,” you lie, batting your eyes at him and trying to contort your face to make it look like you would cry if he tried anything else. He couldn’t see the list of things you hate about it. He couldn’t find out about it.

He sighs, knowing he wasn’t going to win this one. “I ordered you mac and cheese but I’ll pay for it if you tell me the subject of the list?” he tries to bargain.

“Uh, it’s a list of kinks,” you lie, not knowing what else to say, and usure why that was the first thing that came to mind.

His eyes go wide, pretending to be shocked. It was the list of ten things you hate about him. It had to be. He grins anyway, trying to hide the pain he felt knowing that the list was already started, and probably nearly finished at this point, “Are any of them your kinks?”

“Yeah,” you start to lie to him again, a grin on your face, “One of them says, ‘When Matthew leaves me alone.’”

He scrunches up his face, pretending to be hurt by your comment as he walks back to your living room. “Oh you know just how to break my heart, pretty girl.” You follow him, plopping down next to him on your couch.

You pick up your computer, snuggling into his shoulder as he wraps his arm around you. “I have no desire to do this project.”

“Why don’t we watch something on TV then and you can work again after we eat?” he suggests. You nod, putting the computer back down, surrendering to his pout. You feel him kiss the top of your head, scrolling through the channels. “What about Lilo and Stitch?” he asks when he finds it on one of the channels.

“Ugh, I love this movie, but the American treatment of Hawaiians is awful, and I just can’t help but think about it every time I watch,” you say, thinking you were being annoying. “Sorry,” you apologize. Evelina was used to your rants, even if you were sure she normally tuned them out. You didn’t think Matthew wanted to listen to another rant from you.

“Don’t get me started?” he asks, referring to the game you and the guys played at the bar.

“Don’t get me started on the American colonization of Hawaii. The Cookes’ went to Hawaii and pretty much obliterated the royal bloodline. The king of Hawaii had the Cookes build boarding schools for the royal children, with good intentions that they would be able to educate his children on royal customs to effectively rule their land. Instead, the Cookes took the Hawaiian customs and told them they were wrong, imparting their own customs on them, instead. They wanted he land for America, they wanted to eliminate the Hawaiian culture and make them as American as possible,” you say. “The Hawaiian people were a very sex positive people, but oh no, American Catholic education and their ‘no sex is the safest sex’ ideal stopped the children from living the lives they grew up expected to live. If a boy was found in a girls room doing anything in these boarding schools, they would beat the children as punishment, and probably other things that weren't even recorded. There are actually a decent number of Wikipedia pages that have had this information erased, like when you go back into the edit history. The sources, as they claimed, weren’t valid, but in reality they weren’t the Cookes’ American-centric description of these schools. They even went so far as introducing sports into the schools as ‘an antidote to the worst evil of all: sexual promiscuity,’” you comment, drawing a laugh from Matthew. “Because we all know how much athletes hate sex, right?”

You look up at Matthew, him beaming down at you as Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride starts ironically playing in the background, “Yeah, we hate that,” he whispers. You swallow hard, trying to ignore any feelings that might be coming up at the sight of Matthew biting his bottom lip.

“American’s always just insert themselves where they don’t belong,” you finish, settling your head back onto his shoulder as he pulls you closer to him.

“Why do you know all of this?” he asks.

You shrug, not really sure how to answer, “I don’t know. When I’m doing work I see one word and it sends my mind into this never ending tangent and I end up looking up stuff online and reading for hours.”

“You really are the smartest person I know,” he says with a sigh, “Why hasn’t Ev told her parents about hiding the Catholic stuff until they come?”

You shrug, “I don’t know. I never asked, she just told me it was something she needed to do, so I did it with her. That’s her own cross to bear,” you say, taking a minute to realize the really bad pun you just made. “Ah! See what I did there!” you practically yell, Matthew groaning.

“On that note, I think I need to leave,” he jokes, getting up off the couch.

“Oh, come on, no!” you beg, taking him by the hand and trying to drag him back down to the couch. “I don’t want you to leave,” you let out as he pulls you off the couch.

“Really?” he asks you, sitting back down on the couch, your hands still connected.

Standing over him you nod as he pulls you into his lap, straddling him. He pulls you as close to him as you can, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck. Your mind flashes back to the liquor store, the feeling that came over you as he worked his way along your body like you had a feeling he was about to do again.

“Come on Matthew, you know this isn’t something we do,” you tease, even though you can’t help but look at his lips, the urge to kiss him creeping up on you as you tried desperately to suppress it. If any guy had taken you into his lap like Matthew just did, you would want to do the same thing. You were just desperate for a man, not desperate for Matthew.

“We can’t do anything?” he teases, going for your neck again. You let out a moan, praying that he doesn’t leave any more marks that you’ll have to cover up later.

“Wait,” you say to him, pulling him off of you. He looks slightly upset, not sure what to do next. ‘Ah, fuck it,’ you think to yourself, pulling his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the side and returning the favor of the hickey he gave you. You suck on his skin, listening to the moans that escaped from his lips this time, feeling him grow hard the longer you were at it. He clenches his hands on your butt, pulling you even closer to him. You work your way up his neck and to his jaw, his grip getting tighter the closer you were to his lips. You had no idea what was coming over you and causing you to want to do this, but nothing in that moment felt better. Nothing in your life had ever felt better as you kissed his face the way he did to you the other day, hearing him moan more and more with every connection you made.

Your lips are millimeters from his, both of you practically begging the other for connection when you’re startled by the sound of Matthew’s phone ringing. You both laugh, foreheads pressed together. One more second and it would have happened. “I think that means our food is here.”

“Perfect fucking timing,” he mutters, not loud enough for you to hear as you get up to go grab the food. He couldn’t believe you just did that. He checks his neck in his phone camera, seeing it littered with the red marks you had left for him. He reaches up to touch them, smiling for some reason. There’s no way this list would work against him, would it?

You come back, him practically throwing his phone so you don’t see what he’s doing, settling down on the couch with each other eating the food. Your mind starts racing with thoughts about what just happened. There was no way you really wanted that, did you? Well, you wanted a man’s touch, but it didn’t necessarily have to be Matthew. It could be any guy.

‘I have another thing for the list,’ you text Evelina, your eyes moving between your phone screen and his hands holding his food, careful not to look up at his face.

‘Good, god, what?’

‘I hate the way he stares,’ you send her, finally looking up, not taking your eyes off Matthew as the two of you can’t help but stare at each other.

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