#so excited today to do my christmas shopping then come home and write fic and knit hats

[thisstableground]

after SEVERAL months of too-low to no doses i been back on meds since tuesday (and on concerta instead of ritalin because i am Incapable of remembering to take my afternoon doses) and every day i wake up and get so excited to eat my breakfast and take my lil brain pill that makes me function and think and be smart

take your meds!!

[beaker1636]

First Christmas - Vinny Mauro

Background: Y/N is the newest drum tech for Motionless and they are on tour, only having 2 days off for Christmas it was spent away from home and in a hotel.  I also made her dad a famous musician in this but never said who so…. Theres that.

Also Welcome to Christmas in September thanks to @tearfallpixie and @nerdraging4point0 encouraging my unhinged ass to post a Christmas fic in September. Also please be gentle, this is literally 3 years old so back when I first began writing fanfics so while I think it is cute and love it I also can recognize that I have come a long way and would have changed a lot if I wrote it now! Enjoy!

Well, like usual you were awake before the boys, not that it bothered you any as it gives you some peace to yourself before you are forced to figure out whatever is going on this time.

“We all are still gathering in Rick and Vin’s room this morning, correct?” You send in the group chat before walking into the hotel lobby to grab some coffee from the in house coffee shop.  In doing so you accidentally bump into Gabby, Rick’s girlfriend who just flew in and he has no clue about.

“Hey y/n,” she says, pulling you into a hug. “Has Ricky figured any of this out yet?”

“Not a single person has a clue that I arranged with you to fly in for Christmas.  I figure we can still do the secret santa thing with it… just like we planned hence me paying for your ticket,” you tease, smiling at her and happy to help make her and Ricky’s Christmas special.

Both of you grab a coffee and then make your way up to your hotel room, she didn’t book one as she figured she could stay in your room with you and then with Rick once he knows.

“Do you mind if I jump in the shower quick? It was a long flight and I could really use it,” she asks you, the hint of jetlag visible on her face but still not outweighing the excitement that is there.

You nod and as she does so you quickly get dressed, not bothering to try much because it is just the guys and they have all seen you in your lounge wear so you just throw on jeans and a hoodie… that you are pretty sure you stole from Vinny but you don’t remember anymore honestly.

Your phone dings and you finally get a response from someone in the group chat, Chris.

“Yeah, we are all planning on it in like an hour, still correct?” he asks.

After multiple replies that say that is correct you set your phone down when Gabby steps out of the shower, getting to work on her hair and makeup as she wants to look decent for the first time she is seeing Rick in months.

“I’m anxious and we have a little time left, can I do your makeup y/n? I know you hate doing it yourself,” she asks you, already coming towards you while hoping that you will say yes.

“Sure if you want to, it will kill time,” you respond as you get your makeup bag out, avoiding her eye contact when your mood falls slightly.  “Honestly I didn’t plan to do it  because I know at some point today I will probably cry being the first Christmas since losing dad.”

“It will be a rough day for you for sure, but you still will have all of us here for you today.  We all love you and are here for you.  The boys already have said that they aren’t going to let you leave if you try.  I also think there is one that really loves having you here… close your eyes,” she says, teasing you about your not so hidden crush on Vin.

“Yeah, only because I keep fixing all his broken shit,” you respond as you do as she asks, closing your eyes,

“We all know that is not the only reason why he likes you, but whatever, keep lying to yourself.  Open up and I’ll finish with your lashes,” she says to you.

You choose to ignore what she just said but do open your eyes, glad that she is almost done and that you can get away from this awkward conversation.  You love your best friend and love that she got you this job… but she definitely can be irritating when she chooses to tease you about things.

“Well, get your bow on Gab, it’s time to be there and I can’t wait for everyone to find out my secret santa gift for Rick,” you say, helping her put her bow in her hair before you sneak off ahead of her towards the hotel room you are all meeting in, she follows behind you keeping back so that when Vin let you in the door nobody sees her.

You instantly walk in and demand that you get to give Rick his gift first as you had to leave it in the hallway as you find a seat on the floor, Vin taking a seat next to you.

“Okay, so clearly my gift is for Rick and I am not trying to rush anything but even if we wait for everyone elses he has to go get it like now.  Sorry, it was too big so it’s in the hallway still,” you say with a smile as you watch the confusion on his and everyone else's faces as he makes his way towards the door.

“What the fuck could you have gotten thats too big to bring in?” Ryan asks you softly as everyone watches the door.

The second the door opens you hear a gasp and look up to see Rick pulling Gabby into a tight hug and kiss, clearly happy that he gets to see her for the holiday.  Everyone starts chatting to let them have their moment, waiting for them to come into the room before continuing.  

Rick instantly pulls you into a hug when they do, whispering a thank you in your ear which makes you blush and smile, excited that you did something that he really appreciated.

They all slowly make their way around the room, everyone passing out their secret santa gifts, laughing and having a great time before it’s finally your turn to open yours.

“Okay y/n, last gift is yours and clearly it is Vin who drew you so,” Chris trails off glancing over at you.

“Wait, give me a second to start recording before she gets it… okay and go,” Ricky says, you now embarrassed about the fact that for some reason Rick is recording only you opening your gift.

“Can I ask why the hell you are only recording my gift?” You ask, looking up and annoyed about the prospect of being recorded.

“Your sister helped me with your gift and made me promise that we would get a video of your reaction.” Vinny says as he hands you a rather big box.

“Oh god, should I be scared about this?” You ask, trying to make a light joke to make things less awkward.

You slowly remove the paper, slightly disappointed to see that the box is plain.  Opening the box it takes you a second to register what is going on, but when you do you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips as you slowly pull the blanket that is in the box out, instantly tears are flowing down your face.

“It’s…. How did you?” you can’t even get your words out as you look closely at all the details of the quilt that is in front of you.

“I got your sisters phone number from Gabby so I could ask if she had one of your dad’s band tour shirts so that I could have one of those bears made with it for you and she mentioned that she had an entire tote full of old merch shirts that he kept over the years.  So I asked my mom who sews a lot to help me make a t-shirt quilt of all of them for you.  I knew that having something of your dad’s for Christmas would mean a lot more than something stupid from the store,” he says, watching you with a big smile when he can clearly see how much you love it.

You glance up at him, meeting his eyes with tears still falling from yours. “I-I love it, I.. thank you,” you say softly, leaning over to pull him into a hug. 

He moved slightly, pulling you into his chest while you cry, a hand moving to brush through your hair to comfort you as you cry. 

“Okay so can I look at it? I haven’t seen it yet,” Gabby asks, you nod your head without moving, still needing another second to compose yourself.  Listening to everyone around you talk while you gather yourself.

Slowly you get yourself a bit more composed and lift your head away from Vin’s chest, wiping at your eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie before realizing that some of your makeup is on Vinny’s shirt now from where you cried.

“Shit, sorry Vin, I didn’t mean to stain your shirt,” you mumble glancing down, embarrassed.

“It’ll wash off, I don’t mind,” he responds softly with a smile. “You on the other hand, why don’t we go wash it off your face now that you look like us after a show.” 

You can’t help but giggle at his awful joke as you get up and make your way to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth to wet in the sink, unaware that Vinny has followed you until you see him in the mirror behind you. 

“Here, let me help you.  After all I am the reason that you are crying,” he says  as he gently takes the washcloth out of your hands to begin cleaning your face with it, careful not to rub your skin too roughly.

Once he is done he pulls you into another hug for a minute, just standing there holding you for a moment before you both make your way back out to the main part of the room towards everyone else, both of you standing in the doorway for a second while you watch everyone talk.

“Hey guys look up,” Chris says with a smirk as you both glance up at the ceiling.

You instantly blush bright red when you realize that what he was trying to show you was mistletoe that is hanging from the bathroom door frame, no clue what you should do in the moment.

“What the fuck? I don’t remember us putting any up?” Vin asks, glancing at Rick with a confused expression on his face.

“That’s because there wasn’t, I just hung it up while you both were in the bathroom so we can trap you guys.  Figured the two of you deserved a second gift,” Justin says, winking at both of you when you look at him as he speaks.

“And you did ask us how you should make a move so we decided to make it for you,” Ryan adds with a laugh.

“None of you are going to shut up until I actually do it are you?” Vinny asks, glancing around the room while avoiding your gaze as everyone nods at the two of you. “Fuck, please don’t punch me for this.” he says softly.

Next thing you know his hand settles on your cheek, lightly making you look up at him.  For a second he hesitates, and you aren’t fully sure what you expect until you feel his lips gently on your own.  You hesitate yourself before you start to kiss him back, shy and unsure what to think when he pulls away, both of you quiet as you process what has just happened between the two of you.  

“You’re welcome,” Chris says loudly. “Now stop being shy and admit that you both want to be with each other so the damn tension is finally gone…. And then we will figure out Christmas dinner.”

Feeling shy you go and take your seat on the floor again, embarrassed but honestly happy with what just happened.  Even more so when Vin rejoins his spot next to you and takes your hand, pulling you into his side as his way to confirm that Chris was right and he does like you without saying it out loud.  You can’t help but think that you should probably talk about everything but decide to enjoy the moment while it lasts, the two of you can always talk about this at a later time when you are alone. 

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Rindou's Bday 2022 - Detour

Warnings: NSFW, fluff (maybe?)

Pairing: You (female reader) x Rindou

Word count: 1.722

A/N: This is my birthday fic for my lovely and handsome Rindou <3. Happy bday, my love!!! You did dirty to me again when you didn't come home in this last event, but I forgive you lol. And I swear, just like when I was writing for Napoleon’s bday, I had no intention to turn this into an nsfw fic, but yeah, it happened again lmao.

It’s getting colder and colder in Japan, and although the weather is not very pleasant for a night outing, that’s the only chance you and Rindou have to go on a date this week.

You’ve been married for a while now, but usually, Rindou barely takes days off so you can spend some quality time together. But deep inside you know he makes a lot of effort to please you somehow.

This year, just like many others, you couldn’t celebrate his birthday together because he had to work on Christmas Eve at Starless. To make up for his absence, Rindou planned a romantic date for the two of you before New Year's.

The city is bustling with lots of tourists who chose Japan as their New Year’s destination. The rising prices in stores during holidays are making Rindou’s life a bit more complicated. It is not like he earns much even though he works at Starless for ages now. But he is determined to find the best outfit to wear on your date.

It’s been a while since the last time he went shopping by himself. He loves shopping with you, but as he intends to surprise you with his new outfit, he wants to go alone this time. Little did he know that this ordinary walk around the mall would turn into an adventure.

Rindou had already looked up online some stores he wanted to go. That definitely saved him a lot of time, but things were just getting started.

He really wanted to buy a new overcoat. At his time of the year, it’s not difficult to find a variety of coats in all sizes and textures. But he was aiming for a specific type.

A few weeks ago, you two were cuddling and watching TV when you saw this beautiful man's overcoat in a commercial. You immediately got excited saying that he would look gorgeous in one of those.

It was not even in Rindou’s mind to buy anything for him. This guy is definitely not a consumerist. He does like to wear nice clothes, but he can spend years without buying anything for himself. When he has the time and money he prefers to buy something for you instead.

Maybe Rindou is acting a bit selfish here, but he wants to see how excited you’ll get once he wears the overcoat you liked so much.

After walking around for less than twenty minutes, his search for THE overcoat came to an end, or so he thought. The ikemen went to two stores, the latter had an overcoat that was almost like the one you saw on TV. Luckily, he found his size and also a color he liked it.

However, that was actually just the beginning of his overcoat saga. When Rindou was already going to pay for his clothes, the seller, who helped him, apologetically said that another customer had just bought the last overcoat of the size he wanted. His only option now was to choose a different type or try his luck in another store.

Rindou saw the man who just bought the coat he wanted. Then, he cogitates something unusual for him. Everyone knows team P’s leader is a righteous man, who always tries to do what is right. Bothering someone is something he avoids doing at all costs. It doesn’t matter if it’s someone close to him or not.

But he is considering breaking his own rules today. He remembers you and his friends scolded him several times already because you think he should be a bit more selfish when he feels like it.

He hates not putting other people’s feelings first, but in a split second, he decided this was his best shot to get what he wanted. Yes, it was something petty, but it can’t be helped. He was getting desperate.

Rindou waited for the guy to leave the store and started to follow him. Before the guy could enter another store, Rindou approached him without hesitation.

After a few minutes of explanation, and he was entirely honest with the man, much to his surprise, the guy accepted his offer. Rindou paid twice the price of the overcoat considering all the trouble he caused to the man.

It turns out that the guy was not particularly invested in that coat anyway, so when Rindou offered him to pay twice the price of the piece, in a heartbeat, he accepted the deal.

On his way home, Rindou was still feeling guilty about what he did. He is not the one to bother people like that. Also, it was his fault that he didn’t find time to buy the piece sooner.

Sighing, Rindou could not stop thinking how a shitty husband he was.

Rindou – "Ahh… I’m such a failure. I can’t keep neglecting my marriage like this. I know she will say this is not a big deal, but… I’m always in a hurry to get things done and…"

Suddenly, Rindou bumped into you in the middle of the street.

You – "Babe, what a coincidence! You look so handsome today. Where are you going?"

Rindou – "Ah, love, I was… Erm…"

The ikemen noticed you saw his shopping bag. He considered telling you what happened. But as the sensible man he is, Rindou is aware you also have your problems to deal with, so he gave you a vague explanation, and apologized several times, blaming himself for being an absent husband. Seeing how miserable he was, a stupid idea popped up in your mind. What if…?

You – "Say, Rin. Are you busy now?"

Rindou – "Huh? Not really. I was actually going home."

You – "How inclined are you to take a detour with me? *chuckles*"

Rindou – "Fufu I’m free. I can go whatever you want. It looks like you have something on your mind."

You – "Yep. Wanna go to a love hotel?"

Without actually thinking much, Rindou nods. A few seconds later, he realizes what you said.

Rindou – "What???!!! You wanna go where?"

You – "To a Love Ho…"

Rindou puts his hand on your mouth to prevent you from finishing the sentence. The ikemen just can’t believe you seriously said something so bold like that in the middle of the crowded street. What if someone heard you?

Rindou – "Love, please, what are you doing? Saying something so intimate like this out of the blue?"

You – "I didn’t say out loud. Why are you blushing? We are married, you know? And it's not like that's the only thing you can do in a place like that."

Rindou – "Yeah, I know that, but this is not the kind of conversation we should have in a public place."

You – "I don’t mind hehehe. Are you mad at me?"

Rindou – "Of course not! I rather just talk about this somewhere else, okay?"

You – "Okay, let’s continue our conversation at the love hotel then. Which one you wanna go to?"

Rindou – "Love, are you even listening…"

You – "Rin, I promise you’ll have a good time. Let’s get going, okay?"

Without waiting for his acquiescence, you take your love’s hand and head to one of your favorite love hotels. Rindou’s mind is a mess right now. But he rather just let you take him there than hear you talk blatantly about this place or other spicier things for everyone to hear.

Once you accommodate in a room of your liking, before your husband can say anything, you shut him up with a kiss that tells quite well what you want from him.

You – "Hey, I know there are a lot of things going on through your mind right now. But please forget about everything and focus only on us. I’ll take good care of you."

Rindou – "Love…"

You work quickly, and in a blink of an eye, you remove your man’s clothes. At first, you thought he was going to resist the idea, maybe thinking he was not in the mood or he was too tired to have sex. But it’s obvious that your words got through him once the ikemen let his guard down without caring much about anything else.

Team P’s leader looked really gloomy like 30 minutes earlier, but he seems super needy and sexy now. It’s not like he didn’t look attractive before, but now he has this dangerous aura as if saying he just can’t wait to have his way with you. It’s noticeable how much he wants this now. Once Rindou grabs your waist a little more roughly than he usually does, you let yourself loose to this moment.

A few hours later, you are just exhausted after this intense exchange between the two of you. You lost count of how many times you screamed his name and scratched his back. And every time you marked his body, he made sure to thrust faster and faster until you had enough of it.

While you are cuddling, Rindou looks at you and decides to tell you about his failed attempt to surprise you with his new overcoat. He now feels comfortable enough to share all his feelings and just vent to you.

After learning how much he was mentally punishing himself, you understand why he had this confused and hopeless expression on his face. To reassure your love and devotion to him, you let him know that although you indeed missed him a lot on his birthday, you knew since day one that that's part of a performer's life.

You – "Rin, thank you so much for opening up to me. Listen, my feelings for you never changed once. So rest assured that I’m really happy with our marriage. Although I kinda spoiled my own surprise, I still wanna see you wearing your new outfit. So please, let’s hang out again tomorrow, okay? I’ll let you choose the destination."

Rindou – "Thank you, my love. It will be a pleasure to go on another adventure with you. I can’t thank you enough for bringing me here. I am not going to lie that I was shocked you were actually considering making love to me even though I barely had time for you on my birthday. You were once again right that that was exactly what I needed. I feel so relaxed now. And don’t worry, I’ll meet up to your expectations on our next date. I adore you."

[spiderrrling]

With Love, Eddie Munson (Eddie Munson x F!Reader)

Summary - It’s been about six months since she went off to college when a very unexpected letter comes in the mail from an old friend

Word count  - 1.6k

Warnings - None, just a lot of bitter sweetness 

A/N - So I had this idea at work earlier, and when I started writing it all the words just started flowing out so here ya’ll have it, two fics in a day!!

You can find part to this on my masterlist! It's called "My Dearest Eddie Munson"

Masterlist - Tag list

She wasn’t used to receiving mail, sure her family would sometimes mail her a couple of pictures here and there, or her mother would send her a letter.

But this was different, the envelope was thick and the front was warped with messy handwriting. Handwriting she had once joked only she could decipher.

A pit of anxiety and excitement started forming in her stomach as she let her fingers trace the letters that formed her name and address. Her name. He’d written her name.

She turned the letter over, hesitating for a moment before she tore it open, not bothering to care if she tore it, she was desperate to know what he had written.

Several a proper stack of papers were shoved into the little envelope, along with a pile of Polaroids which spilled out. Her heart skipped a beat as she was looking over the glossy photos of the small town she had left what seemed like forever ago. But the pictures brought her right back to those lazy spring days, and busy days in run down hallways.

Evenings spent tucked away in the back of Hawkins High theatre department playing dungeons and dragons. Weekends spent out in Eddie’s bedroom listening to him playing guitar for hours on end while she did homework or read.

Faded memories that were still burned into her mind and came flooding back as she looked at the pictures.

Hey there, bet you weren’t expecting to receive a letter from yours truly today, but what can I say? I am full of surprises.

You’ll never guess where I am sitting while I write you this letter. Or maybe you would, you always were the smart one, hence why you graduated and moved on, and I didn’t. Anyhow, I’m sitting in the back of my van parked out by the small creek that runs out into Lovers Lake. We used to come here a lot together.

I used to come out here to think, because it seemed so far away from the rest of Hawkins. And let’s be honest, it's beautiful out here. That's why I brought you out here for the first time, I wanted for it to just be the two of us. Where nothing else mattered.

I still come out here from time to time, but it’s just not the same anymore. I don’t have you beside me in the car carefully trying to select the perfect mixtape for our tiny get away adventure. And I don’t have you with me as we sit in the back of my van until the sun goes down and the stars come out.

You once sat beside me and told me about the stars. You helped show me the different constellations that reside over us at night. But if I’m being honest with you, I didn’t pay attention. How could I when you were holding my hand to guide me through the night sky. You looked so beautiful in the dim night lighting, with that extra sparkle you always got in your eye when you lost yourself to your thoughts.

Anyhow, how have I been you’re probably wondering at this point. Well, as resident King of the Freaks (self proclaimed, accepted by the masses) I am leading our newest freshmen recruits through their first official Hellfire campaign. They have a long way to go, but they have some potential.

Life at home is… well the same. Wayne still works his night shifts at the factory plant. He has been picking up some extra shifts but he is still good old Wayne Munson.

He asks about you though, and wonders how you’ve been.

You were home for Christmas just a couple of weeks ago, I saw you with your mom down town doing some last minute shopping. If I knew you were coming I would have invited you around to the Hellfire Christmas Special, we had a great time. But it’s not the same without you.

I didn’t even know you were in town. You never told me you would be.

To be fair, I don’t know much about you these days, we haven’t talked since that day you left. Your little car was packed to the very brim, your entire life was in that car. And I wasn’t in it. Not that I can blame you, I can’t believe you managed to fit in there.

You only left me with the memories of you, and a little note containing your new address.

I promised I would write to you, but I didn’t. Honestly I don’t know why I didn’t. Maybe I was scared that it would feel so different now that you weren’t here anymore. Maybe it was because I knew writing something to you would only make me realise just how empty my life is without you in it.

I’m hurt you didn’t tell me you would be coming back. I miss seeing your stupid face, I miss talking walks with you in the forest behind the trailer park, I miss driving around Hawkins late at night blasting whatever music we could find.

I miss you.

I miss you more than I thought was possible, I miss you more than I realised I ever could.

Life without you here sucks. I never knew just how much space you occupied in my day to day life and in my mind. And I never once stopped to think what kind of vacuum you would create when you left.

It’s like you disappeared, like you forgot everything that was here. And I can’t blame you for not missing it. For not missing this daft little small town in the middle of nowhere Indiana, for wanting to move on from it and leave it all behind. 

I can’t blame you for not missing Ms. O'Donnell’s 8 am classes. The basketball games, the lazy days spent doing nothing, the small little record store with a shit selection, everything. I can’t blame you for not missing me.

I still wish you did though. I wish you missed me the way I miss you. And I don’t want you to leave me behind. It feels like a part of who I am is just gone, there is nothing there anymore.

If I’m being honest with you, I have no idea why I am writing you this letter. And I know I am rambling, because I cannot find the right words to express to you how I feel.

If you were here I’d write you a song, maybe that would make it easier. There is already a whole stack of them, I keep them in a little box beneath my bed along with the photos I have of you, of us. Sometimes I pull them out just to remind myself that you were real, and not just some figment of my imagination I created to make my life better. To remind myself that you were here.

But you’re not here. And I hate it.

It took me longer than it should have to accept that. And to accept the fact that I miss you.

I should have written you a letter the second you left for college. Hell I should have written you a letter and stashed it somewhere in your packing, just for you to find as you were unpacking.

Do you remember that day last spring? The one where we skipped fifth and sixth period because we just couldn’t stand to be in that building anymore. We went by Joanes, and even though she doesn’t make the best coffee she does still make the best pie North of Indiana.

We bought a whole pan and stole two of her forks. And we spent a whole day out in the woods together. Camped out in the back of my van as always, eating pie and sharing whatever gossip had been circulating. I believe the topic of the day was, does Jason Carver dye his hair to be that colour?

It’s only in hindsight I realised how I must have looked at you. To be fair it is only in hindsight I am realising how I must have felt for you. How I am still feeling for you.

My heart used to skip a beat whenever I saw you in the mornings and you’d wave or smile at me. I got excited whenever I got to sit close to you. Whenever I got to touch you. You held my hand with such ease, but for me I felt as if my heart was pounding out of my chest. I was so nervous.

That one time you cut my bangs, I could feel your breath on my neck as you carefully trimmed my hair. You looked at me so much that day I can never forget it. Still the best haircut I have ever gotten.

I took you to prom, I wasn’t your date, I just offered to drive you.

I should have taken you to prom, officially. I should have asked you then because maybe now I wouldn’t be regretting it so much.

If you’re still reading this, congratulations. You’ve just read everything I never had the guts to tell you.

I don’t know if you’ve understood anything I’ve said, but here are all my feelings laid out. And since I know you can be a little bit daft I might need to spell it out to you.

I, Eddie the Freak Munson, am utterly, and hopelessly in love with you. And I wish I had known it sooner.

I hope you’ll be back in Hawkins soon, and I hope I’ll get to see you again.

With love, Eddie Munson

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[fuwushiguro]

Hi guys!

I am having a difficult day because I've had a huge fight with my mam. She's just a psychotic bitch if I'm being honest and she is a complete monster when it comes to money. I got a little bit of money today and she demanded that I give her some. I'd planned to use it for Christmas shopping but I decided to try and protect my own peace and just transferred it all to her. She sent it back to me and went crazy at me. She called me greedy, selfish and the worst of it all, she came to my room to emotionally threaten/blackmail me. I have a lot of trauma, nightmares and probably PTSD in relation to my step dad. They were toxic together. Argued constantly. He was violent to her and he choked me against a wall which is where I drew the line and moved out during 2020. I had to return home unfortunately but since we moved into our new place he hasn't been around and we've been getting on (me and my mam) amazingly. But the fact that my step dad keeps coming up in conversation leads me to think she's already made a decision and she's planning on moving him back in at some point. Today she said to me:

"If I have to bring your step dad back so I can get some money you better not say a word."

As in, it will be my fault because I didn't want to give her any money from what I received today, despite me giving her every penny of it.

Honestly I'm terrified of the thought of having my peace disrupted if he were to move back in. I'm scared of what might happen to me and even to her. I'm scared that I will have to go back to hiding away in my room and walking on egg shells because this horrid excuse of a human is potentially re entering my life.

I'm still doing my best to live well, and I thank you all for supporting me to take a writing break. But this situation has given me the kick up the backside I think I needed to get back to writing consistently.

I need to move out. But I'm broke.

Which leads me to this: I'm going to be writing again. I'm not sure how often, but I am going to return to regular posting on Patreon. I had a schedule to post once a week and I'd like to reach that point again. I'm still working hard on a fic I was writing and it's probably going to be really really long. I'm hoping Patreon won't hate it because I'm excited to share it with you guys and hopefully a lot of other cool things!

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[scarthefangirl]

Maybe Baby?

No Hawkeye spoilers, I swear

Yelena Belova x Widow!Fem!reader

Description: You ask Yelena if you can adopt a child

Warnings: none, well, it's written by someone not romantically attracted to women

I would like to shout out a friend (who writes great fics for marvel women) who helped with this @procrastinatingsapphictrash <3

You looked around you and your fiancé's apartment. It had an extra room. You had the money, and you felt really ready.

"Y/N I'm home!" You heard Yelena's voice from the front room. You bubbled at the thought of your fiancé.

"in the kitchen!" You shouted back, you washed your hands quickly and tried to freshen up your hair. You took your apron and walked into the living room to greet Yelena. "Hey baby!" You greeted her with a hug and a peck on the lips.

"Someone is in a good mood today!" She laughed, hanging up her jacket.

"Yeah, and I made pie for dessert!"

"What kind?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. You smile widley.

"Apple!" You hug her again.

"Did I do something..? Are you trying to kill me? Did you do something? What did you do?!" She says, rambling. You laugh and slap her arm playfully.

"No, I just wanted to tell you something exciting after dinner! Oh, guess what I am making for dinner? Mac and cheese!" You squeezed her into another tight hug. She was very confused but hugged back. After dinner you cut the pie and take two pieces to the table. She suspiciously takes a bite and swallows it slowly. "Is it bad?" You asked gloomily.

"No. Its the best one you've made. What did you do Y/N?" Yelena questioned you. You laughed nervously.

"No, I have a question." You said, suddenly unsure of asking.

"Well?" She said, raising an eyebrow. You took a deep breath.

"Well, we have plenty of extra space, right? And I've just been thinking, you know. We can't have kids. But I really want a family with you. There is no possible way for either of us to have children, not even through a surrogate. But, if you are up for it, I was thinking it would be nice to adopt a little kiddo. I looked into it and we have enough money!" You rambled. She sat in silence for a moment, scaring you. "Not if you-" you started, being interrupted by a quick but intimate kiss.

"Yes. I would love to have a family with you!" She said sweetly. You two put on a movie and cuddled together, talking about kids all night.

One year later~

"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!" Yelena said in a trying-to-be-manly voice. Your three year old daughter laughed inside her hot pink race car bed. You admired your little family from the door way of Natalie Kate Balova. She was such a blessing and you loved her very much. She had entered your home as an under developed two year old, and you and Yelena had helped her so much and given her so much love.

"Come on Natty, time to get to sleep." You said walking into the room. You sat at the end of her toddler bed. She had insisted on a race car bed when you took her shopping to choose her room decor. She was already taking traits of Yelena, which you adored.

"No, I don't want to go to sleep, I want to open Santa's presents!" Natalie whined as you tucked her in.

"Oh, but my love if you stay up Santa won't come!" Yelena said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"okay mama. I will try to sleep." She said to you both. You smiled at her and straightened out the sheets as you got up. You kissed her goodnight.

"Goodnight baby, tomorrow we will open presents first thing, I promise." You tucked her hair away and grabbed Yelena's hand, walking out the door after shuting the lights off. You both got ready for bed and turned on Die-hard, a Christmas Eve tradition, as you played in your bed.

"We got so lucky didn't we babe?" You whispered. She nodded and smiled at you.

"I sure did. I got a beautiful wife and daughter." She put her hand in your hair and began to massage your head.

Should I make more fics for this family?

[quokkacore]

lost and found [bang chan]

summary: looking for your soulmate is difficult to do when you’re also looking after your daughter. but on a chance shopping trip, when you lose her, you end up finding her, and your soulmate, whose soft smile and cute dimples offer a lot of promise.

pairing: musician!chan x singlemom!reader

genre: soulmates au, slice of life, meet-cute, holiday special-ish?, fluff, minor angst towards the beginning.

warnings: brief mentions of kidnapping, language, eating 

song rec: exo - wait // chen - shall we?

word count: 2.1k

a/n: helena writing something that isnt angsty or smutty? apparently thats possible. december is gonna be pure winter fics says the girl who lives in a country where its SUMMER but go off and i’m posting a two part exo fic tht i’m rlly excited for on christmas eve and christmas day, so pls look forward to tht ^^

It only took a minute. It felt like even less. You turned your head to look for a sales employee, and let go of your 4 year old daughter’s hand to grab the hand she was holding onto to look through the shirts you were going through. Your eyes and hands were off of Annie for the briefest of moments, and when you reached out again, when you turned your head to look downward… gone. Like the wind. 

That had been ten minutes ago. Now, you were wandering around the department store like you had gone crazy. To a certain degree, you had. Don’t panic if you lose sight of your kid, all the parenting articles had said. So naturally, you were doing exactly that. Once your mind got the gears turning, it was hard to get them to stop. Your inner pessimist was already whispering to you, what if she left the building? What if some creep snatched her up? What if she had gotten hurt? 

Why couldn’t you have just stayed home on your day off? Why did you have to decide to haul yourself and your daughter along to the mall to do your holiday shopping today? You were immediately beginning to regret every decision you’d made in the past few hours, tears prickling in your eyes and a lump beginning to grow in your throat. 

You wondered vaguely if she’d left the department store and was now wandering around the mall. That could be an entirely different possibility. You’d gone around the department store twice now, not seeing a single sight of her. Your grip tightened on her winter coat—which she had given to you when it got too warm for her from being inside—and started looking for a security guard instead. Maybe they could call out to the other security guards in the mall and keep a lookout.

Just as you spotted one, beginning to think of what you could say to give a physical description—her hair and eye color, which were both the same as your own, the red t-shirt she had on, the jeans, her height—a notification bell rang throughout the department store on the speaker system. 

“To Annie’s mom, Y/N,” The woman on the PA system said, “Your daughter is at the help desk at the north entrance of the building.” 

A swell of relief swept through you as she repeated the announcement one more time, and your feet, of their own volition, started towards the exit of the department store. What a fucking relief. You had entered toward that side of the building; meaning, yes, she’d left the store, but she hadn’t gone too far. Your heart was racing, sprinting towards the entrance. Your eyes darted back and forth, desperately waiting for the desk to come into sight as you rounded the corner. 

When you turned, your eyes caught sight of your little girl, Annie, standing in front of the desk, teary-eyed, next to a young man in a black hoodie, watching her quietly. Your feet sped up, and when you were about fifteen feet away from the desk, your daughter turned her head to the sound of quick feet making a mad dash across the floor. Her eyes widened, and her little feet shot in your direction. “Mommy!”

She ran up to you, and you crouched to grab her in your arms, engulfing her in a hug that felt like it was more for your sake than for hers. You could feel a giant weight falling off of your shoulders as he sniffled against your shoulder. You found yourself having to blink tears out of your eyes. Pulling away a few seconds later, you wiped away a stray tear trickling down your little girl’s cheek.

“Honey, you can’t just walk away from me like that,” You murmured shakily, “I was so worried.” 

“‘M sorry, mommy,” She sighed in a small voice, lower lip wobbling. Your heart clenched at how upset she was, and you put your hand on her cheek to calm her down. “Wanted t’go look at the toys. But I didn’t see you ‘nymore after.”

You sighed, pursing your lips. “I’m so glad you’re safe. How did you find your way to the desk?”

Annie turned her head, wide eyes fixing on the man in the oversized hoodie. Dark, frizzy curls paired with eyes of the same color, warm and welcoming, watching your interaction with his elbow propped up against the desk. “He helped me. Showed me where t’go.”

Your eyes met the man’s, and you stood slowly, holding onto Annie’s hand. You made your way over to him, flashing him a small friendly smile. “Annie says you helped her find her way here? I can’t thank you enough. I was this close to losing my mind.” 

He let out a quiet laugh, nodding sympathetically. “I can imagine,” He replied, revealing a deep Australian accent, “I remember when I was a kid, my little sister got lost at the supermarket. My mum just ‘bout went nuts looking for her, and she was only missing for like five minutes. When I saw your daughter all alone, I got this horrible feeling, and I remembered my mum… I couldn’t just leave her there, y’know?”

You laughed. “Kids,” You sighed warmly, “You can’t take your eyes off of them, not even for a second. But honestly, thank you, uh, Mr…?”

He smiled, and as your other turbulent emotions began to subside, you realized he was insanely cute, taking note of his rosy, heart-shaped lips and his dimple. “Bang Chan. Uh, but just Chan is fine! Really.”

“Chan,” you repeated, your smile growing. You turned your head to look down at Annie. “And, what do we say to Chan for helping you, Annie? Sweetie...?”

But she didn’t seem to be listening to you. She was too busy gawking at your hand, which was holding onto her little one. You furrowed your brows, eyes falling to where she was looking, before your mouth fell open. 

This was the last thing you were expecting, you thought, as your eyes fell upon the red string tied around your finger, eyes trailing forward, forward, until they made their way to Chan’s index finger, and then even further, meeting Chan’s eyes, which were wide as saucers. Evidently, he hadn’t been expecting this either.

 “Mommy,” Annie said, confused, “That string just showed up out of nowhere. Like magic!” 

It was your turn to not answer now, too in shock, blinking stupidly at Chan, who was doing the same. It felt like an out of body experience, unable to stop your mouth from gaping like a fish, while watching you and this ridiculously charming, handsome-for-absolutely-no-reason man come to the realization that the universe had tied you together, quite literally.

“I-I…” You choked out, unable to speak. Oh my god, you idiot, you thought, say something! Don’t just stare!

“Mommy.” Annie’s free hand was tugging on your long, brown winter coat now, which snapped you out of your idiotic gawking. You looked down at her, and her eyes were glittering with excitement. “The string! ‘S’the one you told me about last week! Th’one that shows up when you meet your… your… snow mate!”

That seemed to truly snap you out of it, for some reason, and you let out a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh.

“Annie, I think you mean soulmate.”

“Yeah, that!” She started jumping up and down, and your face grew a crooked smile. You looked back at Chan, who was watching the interaction warmly. His eyes met yours when he realized you were looking at him, and he smiled at you in a way that made your heart do an anxious little tap dance, like he had known you for years and wanted to catch up.

In a way, it was true.

“So…” You said, “You said your name was Chan?”

He giggled a little at your breathless tone, and you grinned giddily. You felt like a teenager. It was honestly a bit embarrassing. 

“You wanna get some lunch? My treat.” He sounded insistent, but his eyes were still creased up with his welcoming smile. “I insist.”

“What are the odds?” You asked with a smile, having finished your lunch—some pizza from the mall Chan had insisted on paying for—a few minutes ago, now watching Annie run around over on the indoor playground with some other kids there. Chan was sitting across from you at the table. “The last thing I was expecting was to find you, y’know?”

“I think there was a higher priority on your list of things you needed to find at the moment.”

“Ha, ha,” You deadpanned, “You’re hilarious. Tell another one.”

“Alright, what do you call a—”

“No!” You said with a giggle. “I heard enough earlier when you told me the one about the yakuza and the jacuzzi.”

Chan laughed gleefully, resting his chin on his hand. The string had since disappeared—they disappeared some ten minutes after meeting your soulmate. “But really, it is pretty crazy. I read a few weeks ago that only 3 out of every 10 people actually manage to find their soulmates.”

He didn’t respond but his eyes studied your face, gaze fixated on the bridge of your nose. “Call me biased,” He murmured, “But you’re very beautiful.”

You looked down, feeling your face heat up. “Thank you. You’re pretty handsome yourself.”

“Ah, thank you.” It was Chan’s turn to smile bashfully, the tips of his ears turning red. He looked down at his hands, which were on the table. A brief silence settled over the both of you, and you pondered over how he had been during lunch, gentle in his questioning but also incredibly sweet whenever Annie said something or asked a question, and how he always looked genuinely interested in what she had to say. 

As a single mom, you never really had time to date. But both times that you given it a try, they didn’t seem to care about Annie or what she had to say. But here, now, Chan had been so happy to explain how he made music when she asked, or let her have the last slice of pizza, and it didn’t come across as disingenuous. It didn’t have the slightly condescending lilt some people put on to talk to younger children. He didn’t speak slowly and loudly, but he was aware that he needed to simplify his language given that she was still a little kid. He took things at her pace, and you could see that Annie warmed up to him instantly. 

Still, you were a little wary.

“Look,” You said softly, eyes turning to the playground, looking for Annie. When you found her, chasing a little boy around, you smiled softly. “I’m really excited to have found you, Chan. It’s something I’ve always wanted but never expected. But… y’know, I’m a mom, above everything else. Ever since she was born, Annie’s been, and always will be my number one priority. I need you to understand that.”

You met his eyes again, and they had turned more serious, attentive to your words. “I totally understand that, Y/N. I wouldn’t want to come between you and her, and I don’t expect you to drop everything for me. Especially if it involves Annie.”

“Thank you,” You answered softly, nodding. “It’s hard for her. Her dad and I broke up a few months after she was born, and she sees him maybe once or twice a year. She’s in such an important age for her development, and needs me just as much as I need her, y’know?”

He nodded again, humming in accordance. “Of course. I’m totally willing to wait if you’re not ready yet, or if you want to set certain boundaries for her wellbeing... Whatever you feel is best for her.”

Slowly, his hand made its way to rest on top of yours. He was almost cautious about it, brushing his fingers gently against your knuckles. “You really made my day.” His voice was warm, eyes full of mirth. You smiled. “You made mine too. Because I found my soulmate and you stopped me from having a heart attack by saving the day and finding Annie. I’m never gonna thank you enough for that.”

He laughed. “I’m glad I was able to help. It led me to you.”

Lowering your head as your heart skipped a beat, you looked at his hand on yours, then at Annie, and finally back at him. A rosebud of hope began to bloom in your chest.

Seeing his dimples as his eyes shone, you had a solid feeling it wouldn’t ever wilt.

taglist: @decembermoonskz​ 

[fallinallincurls]

Cold December Night

this fic is for @wondershawns​ holiday writing challenge (which thank you so much for putting together j!) and i couldn’t be more excited to share this with you!! my prompts were snow melting on warm skin and the dialogue “i think i might be falling in love with you.”

christmas in new york is my very favorite thing in the whole world so of course, i HAD to use that with this idea. in all honesty, this is probably one of my favorite things i’ve ever written! cold december night by michael bublé also inspired this fic so you can listen to the song here!

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated xx

word count: 3.5k

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Christmas in New York City is absolutely everything. The city somehow makes the holiday even more magical and never in a million years did you think you’d get to experience it.

Seeing the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree glisten in all its stunning glory while couples and friends skate together on the ice rink below. Long lines awaiting the speculator show at Radio City Music Hall. The Empire State Building lit up like a candy cane. Well loved holiday songs filling the streets while shoppers hurry from store to store, seeking out the perfect gifts. How excited people of all ages are upon seeing the wonder of Macy’s decorated windows. A soft snowfall that makes Manhattan feel like it has been captured in a snowglobe. 

No matter how many holiday themed movies you watched when you were younger, the pure joy of the most wonderful time of the year in New York is unlike anything in the world. 

But above all, one thing those movies taught you, was that Christmastime under the bright lights of the Big Apple was infinitely better with the love of your life by your side.

And lucky for you, that special someone is walking hand in hand with you down 5th Ave.

Although you’ve been dating for about six months now, one detail that never came up in conversation was the fact that you had never experienced Christmas in New York despite it being one of your biggest dreams. Mat thought it was an utter disgrace that you haven’t seen the most wonderful time of the year in the city that never sleeps. So instead of flying home two days early to spend Christmas with his family, he decided the day before Christmas Eve was the perfect time to show you the magic of the season in his second home. 

In the last few hours, the two of you have walked blocks upon blocks enjoying all the iconic and homey traditions that New York puts on every year for locals and tourists alike. From crowded avenues to cozy storefronts decorated for the holiday, your heart couldn’t be happier as Mat led you to each stunning attraction.

Now, as Bryant Park comes into view, you can’t help but wonder what the plan is for this stop. A tall Christmas tree twinkling with beautiful lights stands in front of an ice rink and countless small shops line the walkways. There is no shortage of smiles present while the atmosphere is full of the purest form of happiness.

“This, baby,” Mat says softly while gesturing to the park , “Is one of the forgotten gems of Christmas in the city. Everyone gets so caught up with seeing the Rockefeller Center tree which is amazing, but this is a whole other experience.” Your gaze darts around to absorb every detail about the scene unfolding in front of you and Mat takes your gloved hand in his, a silent form of comfort, before pulling you towards some of the shops. Still slightly stunned by the seasonal marketplace and the feel of Christmas in the air, you only press a kiss to his rosy cheek rosy  to express your emotions.

“Mat, this might just be my favorite thing you’ve shown me today.” You admit in full honesty, eyes glistening in awe as he pulls you into one of the stands. This particular one has hand painted ornaments on display for purchase. You swear you’ve never loved the holiday season more than you do right now.

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. Which involves me, you and that ice rink.”

“We’re skating?” 

“You honestly think I could call this Christmas in the city without ice skating at some point with my girl? Do you even know me, babe?” Mat chuckles heartily, the sweet sound sending warmth through your body despite the freezing temperature. You lean into his side with a giggle and a roll of your eyes.

“Whoever falls first buys hot chocolate and cookies after?” 

“Deal. Seems like a silly bet though because we both know you’ll be the first one down on that ice.” Mat teases as you both move to the next little shop full of winter accessories. The melodies of well known Christmas songs float through the chilly air completing the magic of the wintery scene. With Mat’s fingers intertwined with yours and admiring all the unique aspects of the holiday season in New York, especially this particular spot, everything in the world feels right.

Just as you’re rounding the corner towards the line for the rink after sharing easy conversation as always and enjoying every heartwarming moment together, Mat suddenly pulls you into one more shop.

“Baby! Look!”

Confusion knits your brows together at his random outburst of excitement, although not uncommon with the Islanders star. Your boyfriend is simply pointing at a small silver charm on display right towards the front of the stand. Nothing but joy is evident on his handsome facial features and you could almost laugh at the fact that this strong, six foot tall boy is delighted by such a special find.

Little does the world know, one of the NHL’s top scorers has the biggest and softest heart.

Without another word, you lean in closer to get a look at what had caught Mat’s attention. Staring back at you is an elegant charm of a snowglobe with New York City inside. The breath is almost stolen out of your lungs not just because of how pretty it is, but also because the person you always want to share these moments with is the one who spotted the piece of jewelry.

“It’s beautiful.” You murmur in awe for what feels like the millionth time today although now for a different reason. After silently gauging your initial reaction, Mat waves the shop owner over and points to the charm to convey that he’d like to purchase it. “Mat, you don’t have to.” The words quickly tumble out of your lips when the realization of what he’s doing dawns on you.

“Shh,” Mat coos, pressing a chaste but sweet kiss to your temple before accepting the newly bagged item. “This is to remember our first New York Christmas together.” He says softly, fingers reaching under your warm layers of winter clothes to pull out the silver chain with an M charm hanging in the middle. Then, as if it’s second nature, he gently unclasps the necklace and slides the snowglobe charm on the chain. The metal clicks against the M quietly and your heart soars with an unbelievable amount of adoration at the new addition.

“And now you’ll always have this trip close to your heart.”

“When did you become so cheesy, Barzal?”

“The day I met you, baby.” Mat teases with a smirk dancing on his lips. “Now, let’s go!” He quickly laces his fingers through yours and practically pulls you through the crowds to get in line for the ice rink. After waiting for a short amount of time, you both step up to the counter and Mat recites your shoe size from memory along with his before grabbing both pairs of skates and sitting on a nearby bench to help lace yours up.

You slip out of your comfy shoes and pull the skates on, but not before Mat gives you a knowing look and pats one of his thighs. Ever since the first time you’ve gone skating together, Mat has insisted on lacing up your skates. And despite you telling him every time that you are capable, just like you are with skating, Mat loves taking care of you in every possible way which includes these moments.

“Foot up,” 

“Bubs, I can do it myself.” You playfully argue, but still place your left foot up on his leg allowing him to tie the long laces just tight enough. “I say this every time.” 

“Just let me be a gentleman, okay?” He replies as he finishes your other foot and softly taps your leg before leaning up to kiss you. You smile against his warm lips, the kiss enveloping you as snow continues to drift down from the sky. But just as you move to press closer to Mat’s body, he pulls away with a cheeky grin stretching across his cheeks. His hazel eyes dance with happiness under the glittering city lights and you are almost breathless seeing how handsome he is at this very second. 

And then, snapping you out of your little trance, the next time slot for skating is announced over the loudspeaker and an idea blossoms in your mind. 

“Race ya!” You call out, wobbly on your feet while heading towards the entrance as fast as physically possible for a regular person who doesn’t spend their entire life in skates. The razor sharp blades of your ice skates hit the familiar slick surface, victory rushing through your veins, only to be swept away seconds later. Mat’s strong arms are wrapped around your torso, lifting you in the air for a spin so your feet are no longer touching solid ground. Your surprised laugh is mixed with his and the beautiful sound spreads the purest form of joy through the air.

So this is what love feels like. 

The thought is fleeting, but still one you recognize quickly as Mat sets you back down on the ice, a look of bliss painted across his facial features. You are falling in love with him and for the first time in your life, that fact doesn’t scare you.

Sensing you’re having a bit of an awestruck moment, Mat simply takes your hand in his and you skate side by side around the rink. The soft snow flurries drift over everything you can see, the noises of the city bustling around you and the comfort of Mathew’s presence makes the moment feel like a scene straight out of a romantic Christmas movie. 

Easy conversation starts flowing from Mat recalling funny memories with his teammates during Christmas to you pointing out every little thing you love about the holiday season in the city. Magic seems to be present at the rink and as your hockey star boyfriend occasionally skates circles around you just to show off, the smile on your face only grows.

“Babe! Watch this!”

Your eyes flick up from your skates to see Mat waving at you only a few yards away. Confusion immediately takes over your mind, but is immediately replaced with fear when the center begins skating towards you at an incredibly fast pace. A beaming grin is visible on his flushed cheeks so he must mean no harm except you’re scrambling to get out of his way so you don’t end up flat on the ice.

Just as you’re about to accept the collision, a spray of cold ice shavings rain down above you due to Mat’s abrupt stop just barely a foot in front of you. That adorable burst of laughter you love so much escapes his lips at your shocked expression before he wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

“Look, I made our own snow.” He whispers, gently cupping your cheek. His hazel eyes lock on yours making you forget the rest of the world and you can’t help but lean up to kiss him tenderly. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of a busy ice rink, your heart is taken by this boy and you will take every moment to show him that. 

Mat pecks your lips a few more times before finally letting go and skating backwards. The grin on his face could match the sunshine and the delicate snowflakes sit perfectly in his dark hair, making him look absolutely perfect.

“Your turn,”

“My turn?” The question is full of uncertainty as you point a finger at yourself. Mat laughs heartily, throwing his head back for a moment.

“To make your own snow! I’ve taught you how to do that, yeah? So bring it on.” He replies, skating farther away so you have a good amount of distance to cover. With a single wave of his hand signaling for you to go, you launch yourself forward to gain as much speed as possible. But the closer to get to Mat, you can’t seem to stop yourself quick enough or with enough power to spray the ice. You slam into his body at full force, knocking him down with you laying on top of him.

Your giggles mix with his sweet chuckles and you’re pushing off his chest with an apology ready, when the realization hits you.

“Ha! You fell first which means I won the bet! Hot chocolate and cookies on you.” You say teasingly, kissing the tip of Mat’s nose before getting to your feet again and offering a hand to him. When he doesn’t move right away, just looks up at you in amazement, a smile blossoms on your face but the cold air makes you shiver, making the decision for you. “Come on, bubs. It’s cold.” 

After Mat finally gets up, you exit the rink to trade your skates back in and let the next group enjoy the beautiful experience. Mat’s hand immediately finds yours again and it’s all loving glances and happy giggles to the nearest shop on the surrounding pathway. Two medium hot chocolates with extra whipped cream and snowman sugar cookies later, you’re ready for the next stop of the incredible New York Christmas.

“So where to next, lover boy?”

A look of deep concentration crosses over Mathew’s face, brows crinkling and his pink lips forming an adorable pout. The sight sends butterflies erupting in your stomach while the common thought of wondering how you got so lucky to be with him enters your mind.

“If I’m honest, this was my last stop for tonight.” He nervously rubs the back of his neck with one hand, eyes never leaving yours. “But because it’s freezing and getting late, I know just the place we can go.” The familiar sparkle of adventure rekindles in his gaze and the breathtaking smile that adorns his lips practically makes you melt.

“Lead the way then, bubs.” 

One hand in Mat’s and the other clutching your hot chocolate, you leave behind the beautiful park and step back out onto the nearest city street. The snow flurries are coming down heavier now, coating everything in a fine white blanket. A shiver runs through your body as a gust of wind sweeps by making Mat pull you in closer while crossing the street.

“Almost there. Lucky we were only two blocks away because it’s freezing out here, ohmygod.” Your boyfriend chuckles, placing a warm kiss to the top of your head after noticing how cold you are. Before you can respond, a large building comes into view and you immediately recognize the landmark from countless movies.

Grand Central Station.

Curiosity gets the best of you for a moment, confused as to what could possibly be at one of the most iconic train stations in the city for Mat to bring you here. With almost no trouble at all, you’re walking through the doors and staying at his side while navigating through the mostly quiet pathways.

Just as you become aware of your surroundings, Mat pulls you forward and the huge main room of the station stretches before you. Simple, yet pretty projections decorate the impossibly high ceiling that’s painted with exquisite art and extravagant wreaths can be seen on each gigantic pillar. The departure and arriving boards display the information for the last few trains to leave for the night. Because it’s late, most people are already at home and settled in, the terminal is peaceful and empty with only a few passerbys hurrying on to their next destination. 

You are in complete awe to say the least. 

“Figured we could just warm up here for a little bit and drink our hot chocolates before heading home.” Mathew starts explaining, bringing you back to the present. It’s then that you once again remember how incredibly lucky you are to call him yours. You nod in response, kissing his rosy cheek and notice an abundance of intricate snowflakes are still intact in his hair. 

With every intention of sitting down to finish your warm drink and enjoy being inside for a little bit, you start heading towards a nearby bench. You can sense Mat following close behind, but about halfway to your desired destination, you recognize the beautiful Christmas song that a street performer is playing on the trumpet. Cold December Night by Michael Bublé, one of your very favorite songs of the season.

In the split second of hesitation when the notes process in your mind and a happy smile appears on your lips, Mat swiftly steals your hot chocolate away to place both cups on the floor near the bench. Before the question can even form to be asked, he’s back in front of you sporting that look of admiration you love. His hand finds yours and like a prince straight out of a Disney movie, he pulls you forward to bring you to his chest.

His hands settle at your waist as he begins swaying the two of you ever so gently. A giggle escapes your lips when you realize what’s going on and you drape your arms over his shoulders, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The warm feeling of comfort and belonging rushes through your veins, so much so that when you lock eyes with Mat, you know there is nowhere else you deserve to be than right here.

Slow dancing in the middle of Grand Central with the boy who has stolen your heart.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a blissful laugh, following Mat’s smooth, yet slightly clumsy movements. His feet get tripped up every few seconds which makes the moment even more perfect if possible.

“Dancing with my girl to her favorite Christmas song. What does it look like?”

“We’re in the middle of Grand Central Station, Mat.”

“I know that,” He replies cheekily, a sparkle of what you can only place as love showing in his hazel eyes just before he dramatically spins you out during the gorgeous crescendo in the song’s chorus. The well known lyrics flow through your mind to match each note being played from the trumpet. With one gentle tug, you spin right back into his arms and faintly begin singing the words. “But this opportunity is too good to pass up. Plus how many times will you be able to say you danced in one of New York’s most famous landmarks?”

“Not very many.” The statement escapes your mouth while your genuine smile continues to grow with each passing second.

“Exactly. What better way to finish off your first Christmas in the big city, hm?” Mat asks almost rhetorically, his mind seemingly drifting elsewhere for a moment. You gaze up at him with wonder, still dancing slowly in the middle of the large room with a heart full of countless emotions. When he doesn’t continue speaking, you silently rest your head on his chest and hold him closer while keeping your motions even. It isn’t until the chorus is nearing again that Mat finds his voice again.

“You want to know something?”

Lifting your head to look at him once more, you place a little kiss on his cheek still rosy from the cold. “Hm? What is it?” The words are so tender and you can visibly see Mat’s hazel eyes soften. The trumpet performer is joyfully playing the notes of the chorus, filling the air with an entrancing tune.

So please just fall in love with me this Christmas

Mat’s large hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb caressing the warm skin that is dotted with the traces of snowflakes which melted upon entering the building. Eyes fluttering to meet his mesmerizing gaze, your heart skips a beat and it feels like the atmosphere shifts even just slightly. Nothing but adoration is painted across your boyfriend’s handsome facial features and you wait patiently for what he is going to say.

“I think I might be falling in love with you.” 

His innocent confession makes your heart soar with an unbelievable amount of happiness. The same feeling you’ve been experiencing for some time now is being reciprocated by the one person you so desperately want forever. 

“You want to know something too?” Mathew only nods in response, thumb still rubbing over your cheek and unconsciously inching closer to you as you continue dancing to the song playing in the distance. “I think I might be falling in love with you too.”

The beaming smile that instantaneously blossoms on Mat’s lips says everything. Both of you have been waiting for this moment for longer than you’d like to admit, but you never imagined it would be this special. 

I want something that lasts forever

So kiss me on this cold December night

And not hesitating another second, while the chorus comes to its final end, Mat closes the distance between your bodies with a soft, yet deep kiss that feels like pure magic and is full of countless unspoken words. That single kiss rights everything in the world, makes you forget about everything but your love for this boy and reminds you that this kind of happiness is yours and always will be. 

The cheesy Hallmark movies were right; Christmastime in New York City is infinitely better with the love of your life by your side.

[princessamericachavez]

Fuck it. Today I get to be self-indulgent and tell you about the entire Fjorester Hallmark Christmas Fanfic that is way too long for me to write these days but I have entirely laid down in my head so instead I’m going to write about it as a bulletpoint fic.... sort of... you’ll get the grasp. Just strap along for the ride. 

(This is obvious and shamelessly based on Tis The Damn Season by Taylor Swift, you can fight me. I said it was self-indulgent)

Okay, so first of all, the group are all friends and knew each other all through college, right? 

Jester studied psychology (she’s an emotional healer, you know?) and especialices in art therapy. 

Fjord did a marine biology major with an acting minor, because deep down he’s a theater nerd but doesn’t dare admit it because he needs to want a “real” career, you know? Also, he paid for his studies with a full swimming team scholarship. 

I legit don’t know what everyone else studied —this is the kinda stuff I would figure out while actually writing the fic— so you get to fill those blanks! 

ANYWAY, basically during college Jester had this art teacher, Artagan, who she became weirdly friendly with (you sometimes become friends with your college teachers, they aren’t even that much older than you and half the time are just as tired)

So this art teacher is delighted by her, right? Keeps telling her how talented an artist she is and how she should definitely come with him to LA after this year is over. He’ll get her into a gallery! She’ll be famous and amazing! 

So Jester goes. And her heart aches. And maybe leaving her mama is so damn hard. And maybe, maybe, she doesn’t want to say goodbye to Fjord but she’s been in love with him for so so so long and he never seemed to see her in that way, so she can’t put her life on pause for him. She can’t. Even if the night before she leaves it looks like he’s trying to tell her something, to half confess something that he never quite does say out loud and her heart falls and she leaves. 

ANYWAY here is where our story begins. 

Jester comes back for christmas after six months away and she is EXCITED to be home! 

(maybe a little too much, maybe things aren’t going as great in LA as she expected) (and mayyyybe she’s a little nervous to see a certain someone but it’s ok)

Fjord picks her up at the airport. He knows her mama doesn’t like going out much and he really, really, really insists that it’s no big deal. His car is old and shitty and there was an incident once that made Jester start calling it “The Ball Eater” to Fjord’s endless dismay (and bemusement). 

Anyway the ride home is light hearted, they make small talk and laugh about old times and Jester talks so much about how amazing everything in LA is but Fjord can’t shake the feeling that something about her, despite her smile, seems sad. 

He also can’t help the desire to hold her hand, or kiss her, or at the very least confess how uselessly in love he’s been with her for years, but she’s only here for like four days because she needs to go back to LA for her big New Years gallery show that Artagan put together and he can’t ask much from her without getting in the way of her dreams, so he doesn’t. 

So they get home and Marion is as delightful as ever and Jester finds out that Fjord has been helping her fix some things around the house (oh so you’re a very handy man, Fjord! *wiggles eyebrows*) and he’s been buying her groceries because he knows Jester used to do it because Marion is always so busy performing at the Chateau (and doing other things for her fancier clients, but Fjord would rather not bring that subject up too often) and he just thought it would be important for someone to look after her from time to time. 

Jester has to choke back tears because she is so moved that he is so wonderful with her mama even when she’s gone. Her heart flutters and it’s terrifying. 

So Fjord leaves and Jester and her mama spend the whole afternoon together, catching up and baking cupcakes and watching christmas movies until Marion has to go to work.

Meanwhile, Fjord is trying to figure out what to do with himself and with Jester —nothing, he decides, he shouldn’t really say anything— and keeps pacing around his apartment to the endless bemusement of his roomate. 

Caduceus was MEANT to go home for the holidays, but there was some kind of change of plans with his family at the last minute (or so he says, he hasn’t been very forthcoming about it and Fjord suspects they might have had an argument or something or maybe Cad just decided not to go home, but how is he supposed to know? He never knew the first thing about families) so now Caduceus is here and for the first time in his life Fjord is not spending Christmas alone. 

Caduceus suggests honesty is the best course of action, that he should just tell Jester how he feels. Yeah. Right. 

Anywayyy

Jester gets together with the rest of her friends “The Nein” they call each other, though they have never been nine, just to mess with people who keep asking and getting weirder and weirder answers. They get some drinks. 

While Fjord is away getting drinks, Beau mentions what a shitty year she’s had and Jester’s brow furrows and Beau says it was just a lot of shit, you know? Vandran just up and leaving town, handing in his thesis (though his tutor, Mrs. Melora was delightful and supportive). She doesn’t mention how depressed Fjord was over Jester leaving, though, but she does say that the cherry on top was his fucking ex showing up again. 

“Avantika came back?!”

Jester’s chest twists with the painful memory of jealousy and anger and worry over how unhealthy the whole thing was and how sick and sleepless and exhausted and sad Fjord seemed though the entire relationship before he finally gathered the courage to break things up. 

Veth knows that, so she brushes it off with a quick “it’s fine, he told her to go fuck herself” and Jester feels maybe a little better —even though she totally has no right because she and Fjord aren’t a thing and he can do whatever he wants ok? she totally doesn’t care, totally. 

Still, maybe, on the way back home she asks if he’s okay and she’s so worried and hesitant and Fjord just melts and assures her he’s alright, that he already knew when Avantika came back that she was not what he wanted, that he deserved more... that he wanted more... and he’s so earnest and breathless that Jester thinks he might really be in love with someone else, then... it doesn’t occur to her that all he can think about is kissing her in that moment, parked outside her mama’s house. 

The porch’s front light turns on, the moment passes, they say goodbye. 

Fjord comes over on the 24th to hang out. Apparently, Caduceus is a little bit more homesick than he is willing to admit and decided to unload all of his Cain Instincts on Fjord. Jester is delighted by the idea of Cad secretly being a prankster, but she lets Fjord hide out with her and her mama as they decorate the house (Marion didn’t have time to before between shifts) and make cookies and watch movies. 

And it’s so easy, so sweet and comfortable, that Jester can’t help but feel like this is what life is meant to be, she can’t help but fantasize about what things could have been like... 

Fjord finally asks what’s wrong. She tries to dodge the question first, assuring him she’s alright, but Fjord has known Jester long enough to figure out that something is weighing on her and he insists that she can tell him anything. 

Jester finally breaks and admits LA isn’t everything she dreamed. It’s pretty great, sure, and she got a job as an art therapist in a nearby clinic and the gallery is going to be great and fun but she feels so lonely, she’s tried to make new friends but everyone is too busy or stuck on their own road to success to really get to know them, she misses the Nein, she misses her mama, she misses her home and Fjord. Besides, Artagan has been so busy with planing the gallery (and all of the other cool artists he has been collecting to showcase there and she didn’t know about before) and he’s just not as focused on being her artistic mentor has before. It’s just a lot. 

And Fjord listens and nods and assures her that she’s brilliant and amazing and she will be alright, but she can always come back home if she wants (god, he wishes she would return). 

instead, Jester says he should come to LA because they used to talk about this, about both going there and trying their luck as artists. “You are such an amazing actor, Fjord!” She insists but Fjord is too anxious. Dreams don’t pay the bills. He can’t just drop everything just to follow a dream... just to follow her. 

It gets quiet after that. 

On the way out, Marion overhears that Fjord is planing to spend christmas alone with Cad on their apartment and insists they should come over for diner instead. 

Jester is delighted! It’s usually just her and her mama (who usually has to leave early because she works christmas night at the hotel) but now Cad and Fjord can come too! And the others should too! Beau and Yasha are here alone too and Veth can bring Yeza and Luke and Caleb will definitely want to spend it here instead of the library right?

So the Nein end up all invited to Jester’s christmas party. 

Which, of course, means they HAVE to do a secret santa. 

Jester gets Caleb, so she enlists Veth and Beau to go shopping for his gift to make it extra especial. 

While they are out doing chores, Caleb texts Jester and asks if he could talk to her later that afternoon. She wonders out loud why that would be and Veth blurts out: “he’s probably finally gonna tell you he’s in love with you” 

And Jester would brush it off with a flirty joke if it wasn’t by the way Beau slaps the back of Veth’s head and tells her “you said you wouldn’t tell on him!” 

So Jester is shocked and confused and thrown off balance because she never even considered Caleb like that. Does Caleb like her? Is he in love with her? Is she supposed to know that? To like him back? Oh no, he’s going to tell her this afternoon isn’t he? 

And she has to give him a christmas gift for the secret santa!

Caos and overthinking ensue and finally Jester buys Caleb a big thick book he’d been eyeing for a while but that he’d deemed too expensive to get and a very long scarf with lots of tiny cats and there’s nothing romantic about it but she’s still worried about it. 

So, either way, Caleb and Jester meet up for a late coffee (Caleb is basically immune to caffeine at this point so it’s fine and Jester only drinks hot coco so it’s alright). 

And Jester jumps the gun, she goes on and on and on about how she had no idea and she’s so sorry and she’s not sure about how to feel with this but she doesn’t want to hurt Caleb because he’s such a good friend and she really does care about him a lot but-

Caleb cuts her off with a laugh. He already knew she’s not in love with him, which is why he never brought the subject up. He’s fine, he’s moved on. 

Oh?

Actually, he wanted to talk with her because he is seeing someone else (ESSEK) and he wanted to know if it would be alright to bring him over for christmas tomorrow. He thinks he’s ready to introduce them to his friends and a party seems like a good idea. 

Jester is delighted again and assures him he totally can come and not to worry about the extra space or work or food because Caduceus and Fjord promised to come help her prepare everything for the party. 

She grabs his hands and assures him with a bright smile that she’s incredibly happy for him and hopes this is the good kinda love that makes him feel warm and fuzzy and smile. And Caleb blushes and nods and mumbles that maybe it is. 

CUT TO: Fjord is totally accidentally watching this from outside the coffeeshop because he was out buying gifts too (for his secret friend, Beau, a dope set of weights... and for Jester, a tiny unicorn that he just saw and had to get for her because he knew it would make her so happy). 

Either way, as you can imagine, what Fjord sees is easily misunderstood. 

Cue: heartbreak. 

Which gets us to christmas morning filled with excitement and presents and hugs. 

Fjord and Caduceus come over to help the Lavorre women cook (Fjord feels a little responsible over turning their little yearly diner into a fully blown party because he mentioned they were spending it alone at home). 

And Fjord is sad. He isn’t angry, or rude, or jealous... okay, maybe a little jealous, but mostly he’s just heart-broken and Jester can tell something is off, but Fjord makes an effort to smile and pretend like everything is fine and –wow, whoever he is in love with (that person he said he now new he wanted) might have broken his heart and Jester is so confused and at a lost. 

Anyway, it’s Caduceus who finally has enough of the mopping around and pulls Fjord aside to figure out what’s wrong and Fjord just blurts everything out: Jester and the feelings and the almost kiss in his car and the hanging out and the stupid little unicorn he has back at home and now doesn’t dare give her and Jester holding Caleb’s hands and how stupid he feels and how he had no right to feel that way anyway...

Cad lets him ramble and in the end just sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder and says: you should give her the gift. Did you get it so she would love you? Did you get it to get something in return? 

No, Fjord says, he just wanted to make her happy. 

Well, it will still make her happy, right? Isn’t that what you want?

And Fjord nods despite the hurt and Cad thinks he is so clever because of course he knows that Jester is in love with Fjord and that Caleb has moved on but he figures his roommate needs to figure it out himself this time. 

And so, the party comes. 

They do the secret santa early, because everyone is too chaotic and excited to wait to figure out what gifts they will get and they all want their friends to see the awesome gifts they got them already. 

Fjord nearly bites through his cheek while he sees Jester give Caleb her secret santa gift. 

Yasha gives Jester a beautiful dress, dark but artistic, that everyone insists she must try on and model for them at once because the world really hates Fjord and wants to make him blush and squirm as much as possible over the girl of his dreams. 

Caduceus gets Fjord an amazing movie collection with all the western classics he loves and it’s probably one of the nicest gifts he’s ever gotten. 

The tiny unicorn weights like a fucking ton inside Fjord’s pocket through most of the night. He convinces himself that he can’t give it to Jester, it would be overstepping. If she loves someone else, he needs to respect that. 

And then Essek shows up, and Fjord understands many things at once, and he’s so stupid he wants to laugh and hit himself at the same time. 

And yeah, just because Jester isn’t in love with someone else it doesn’t mean that she will like him now... of course not... but he feels a little bit less like a terrible friend and person for wanting her to. 

He pulls her out to the porch with some dumb excuse and after a lot of awkward small talk he finally brings out the tiny unicorn. 

Jester is delighted. What? Why? When? And Fjord just tells her the truth, that he saw it and thought of her and how happy it would make her and he had to... 

So Jester kisses his cheek and he blushes furiously and just as the moment is about to die down Veth shouts from inside that someone hid a lot of mistletoe around the house and that she is not kissing any of her friends thank you very much. 

So the two of them look up just in time to see GUESS WHAT hanging over their heads. Because of course. 

Blushing. Awkwardness. I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t- I mean if you- I mean I do- Do you? Yeah. Wait. Really? I mean, do you want to? Y-yes! 

They kiss. 

And it’s quick and shy and not really a big romantic kiss, barely a peck between two friends terrified of fucking everything up. 

The night goes on and neither of them can stop thinking about it... but other than that, it’s just a fun party. 

Fjord doesn’t sleep much, he’s up early and pacing around the house until he decides he needs to try that again. Just once more. One more kiss. And maybe then... and, yes, she will leave, but maybe one more kiss wouldn’t be so terrible before that?

So Fjord runs. He runs over to her home, heart in his throat. 

He knocks on the door, rushed and breathless... and finds Marion looking sad. 

Jester got a call that very morning saying Artagan needed her ASAP back in LA because the gallery is apparently a mess and he needs her help to organize the big night. 

Fjord does his best to cheer Marion up but he also knows, he knows, how upset Jester must have been to lose the last few days home. 

Meanwhile, Jester is doing her best to help Artagan (after finding out her mentor might be an amazingly talented artist but a terrible event organizer) and basically runs herself thin, going crazy and barely sleeping for a couple days. 

Two days before the big exhibit everything is still a mess and it’s too much for her to handle alone... and then the Nein arrive. 

What are you doing here? What is going on? How are you here? 

And they just shrug and smile and say they missed her and ‘hey, do you need a little help with that?’ and before she knows it everyone is helping her up and putting together everything that’d been falling apart. 

Beau basically intimidates the catering service into actually delivering on time by reviewing their contract and finding how much money they could lose if they don’t. Yasha, turns out, has a fantastic eye for art and helps pick where and how each piece should be hanged. Veth goes nuts with the decoration, making it way fancier than anyone expected this little art show to be —she demands black tie for everyone who is coming, too. Caleb and Essek result amazing with lights and music and manage got connect the whole audio system by some sort of magical miracle because it hasn’t worked properly since the 8s. Caduceus and Fjord offer to serve drinks when the barman calls in sick. 

In the end, after a few hectic days, it all works out. 

Jester finds out from Beau that Fjord basically knocked on their doors as soon as he found out she had to come back and talked everyone into coming and drove all the way here in his cheap shitty Ball Eater car (it broke down halfway through and Fjord and Caleb had to fix it themselves which is also why it took them two whole days to get to LA). 

The night of the gallery everything is perfect and beautiful and Jester could cry because she has the best friends in the world —but, really, she could cry because she’s missed them so much and having them here with her has made LA seem like a true city of stars again. 

And so, she takes a moment in between smiling and shaking hands and posing for pictures with Artagan (who is sort of taking all the credit for their work but it’s alright because he’s already hooked her and two others up with a bunch of interested agents and it seems like he really just wants to help this small artists have their big break) and Jester steps outside to take some air. 

Fjord follows. 

And she starts to thank him, earnestly, for all his help and support and she has no idea how she could’ve done any of this without them —without him. She can’t believe he followed her all the way here (as if Fjord has done anything else since the day they met on their college’s induction day... he always follows her)

Fjord, a little coyly, says that he could pay her back by lending him a couch while he looks for a place... and that’s how Jester finds out Fjord’s moving to the city to try and pursue acting. 

“Job hunting wasn’t going too well either, so I figured I might as well give my dreams a chance... I would also really like to be closer to you,” he admits, in a moment of boldness. 

And Jester understands. Finally. She sees what she was too afraid of admitting to herself out of fear of heartbreak and disappointment. 

“I can lend you a couch,” she smiles, playfully, “but it will cost you... a movie, maybe diner later” 

And his eyes sparkle as he steps closer and says, “I think I can manage that” and he asks if he can kiss her, following a hunch, and she nods. 

Just as everyone shouts HAPPY NEW YEAR inside the building. 

THE END

ok that’s all, i cannot bring myself to actually write this multichapter, but I hope anyone who is still here after ALL THAT enjoyed the ride. 

Happy holidays!! 

[btsmakesmehappy]

Cookies Charades

Genre: Roommate to Lover, Friends to lover, Fluff, slight angst.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 4,5k

Rating: PG-13

Warning: the reader is a little insecure, grinch joke, ugly christmas sweater, low budget christmas party, a pandemic quarantine itself is a big warning (Please stay safe!)

Summary: A pandemic quarantine, cookies, a bet, and a night with just the two of you; you and your very own crush who is also your best friend. What could happen?

A/N: this drabble is for @btswriterscollective​ ‘s holiday event! It’s my first time joining an event since I wrote my fics. And this fluffy Christmas fic is dedicated to @lunar-jimin​. Merry Christmas! I’m still new at writing fics so It’ll be a little messy but I hope this will make you happy! - your secret Santa, Rain

also thank you for my beta reader, @arizonapoppy​ Merry Christmas<3

“So what are you doing for Christmas?” Jimin asks casually as he puts chips into his mouth. His eyes are glued to the TV which plays Princess Diaries out of nowhere, and you’re pretty sure that both of you don’t even pay any attention to the movie. Today is supposed to be your movie night with your best friends, just wine, and a lot of food, and maybe some board games if you can’t find anything to watch. But since the pandemic, you can’t just barge into your friends’ home easily. That’s why you are stuck in your apartment with your roommate, Jimin.

You’ve been living with him for two years, introduced by mutual friends. You searched for an apartment, Jimin looked for a roommate, it was perfect. There was just a little thing that your friends knew: that you had a crush on him.

Well, who doesn’t?

Jimin is hot, smart, and cute all merged into a fine man. A fine man with a body that makes other men envious. It’s unfair too that he is also kindhearted. It’s like everything you need for a man, you can find in him.

Jimin is like a chameleon. He can be a nerd in the morning, and a fuckboy in the evening. He can be a bulky gym-addicted man to start and then turns into a cuddly soft boy in the space of minutes. He can be a boy that an older woman loves, or a strong-fatherly figure that girls would obsess over. He cooks, he cleans, and he also takes care of you when you’re sick.

He is so perfect. So fucking perfect.

That’s why it’s hard for you to not fall in love with him, not when he is just a room away from you, and not when he becomes your best friend so very soon. It’s like Universe wants to torture you. Like the Universe sees an opportunity to mess with your heart, let alone your relationship with people.

Yes. You’re in love with your best friend who is also your roommate.

You like him, a lot, to the point that your hand goes clammy whenever he’s close to you. To the point that his scent after shower raises your heartbeat. To the point that you feel a stab of pain to your chest whenever he comes home with Jisoo.

You sip your wine slowly. “I might be skiing again right now, if we weren’t in a pandemic.” Your eyes wander to the photo frame above the TV; it was when you were on a skiing trip with your friends last winter.

“Do you want to do something with me then?” He turns his head to face you, eyes twinkling in excitement.

“Sure, why not?” you shrug. “We’re going to do these for Christmas, after all. So yeah, just make an appointment for that.”

Jimin snatches the wine glass from you and puts it on the shaky table in front of you so clumsily that he almost makes it fall and colors your cheap white carpet red. “That’s not what I meant! Let’s just make a small Christmas celebration just the two of us. We should bake, cook, and decorate!”

“Won’t it be bothersome, though?” You’re actually pretty worn out. Your finals have just ended, all of your assignments and papers are all submitted. Not to mention you just finished your internship program for this semester, because somehow they didn’t cancel the program because of the pandemic. You were pretty busy. What you really want is just food and your bed. Celebrating Christmas? Maybe it’s just a privilege for you.

“Come on!” he whines. “It’ll be fun! This is the first Christmas, just the two of us!”

And maybe the last one, you think. Staying with Jimin has been hard for your heart. You’re supposed to move this year. You’ve searched the possible rooms, looking for extra jobs to afford it, and anything you need to rent the new room. But again, because of the pandemic, that plan will be postponed. There’s no way you would move at the time like this. So, yeah. Maybe this Christmas would be a nice memory. “Fine. So what should we buy then?”

The corners of his eyes crinkle with his widening smile. “Should we exchange gifts? What do you want for Christmas?”

You fold your arms, thinking. “Ehm. I know! I read it online earlier this morning, there’s a discount in the supermarket for instant noodles. Can you believe it? Buy three get two for free!”

“That’s not what I meant!” he whines. “Clothes? Books?”

“Not really; Why would I buy clothes when I spent most of my days in the apartment? And besides I’m broke.” Well, you’re not lying. Even though you’re gonna spend Christmas away from your family, it doesn't mean you won’t send them gifts, and with those pricey gifts and delivery fees; yeah, it costs you a little more than you’re expected.

Jimin pouts. “Fine… So no exchanging gifts then. Well, Christmas Eve is tomorrow anyway, there’s no way we can find gifts in such a short notice.”

You poke his sides playfully, “come on don’t be sad. And I remember you said something about baking?”

He smiles widely and rises from the couch. He walks inside his bedroom and returns with a legal pad in his hand. “What about decoration? I believe we can still find a Christmas tree downtown,” he suggests as he scribbles his ideas on the pad.

Your hand automatically stops his moving hand. “Let’s skip the Christmas tree. It’ll be too expensive. How about we just make paper chains or something like that?”

“Why? It’ll be like an investment! We can use it next year.”

“I know, but…” You bite your lips, hesitant to tell him. “It’s just…”

Jimin looks at you for a moment and then draws an X on the pad. “Fine. No decoration. Let’s keep our budget to minimum then. What about food?”

“I’m not sure. With all of the baking we’ll do, it’ll be a mess if we decided to cook too.”

Jimin taps his pencil on his chin. “You’re right. Let’s order pizza and chicken then?”

You give him a thumb up and pat his shoulder. “Okay. We should go shopping in the morning.” A yawn leaves your mouth and you rise from the couch. “Well, I’m going to retire for the night. Good night.”

“So early?” He looks at you with a raised eyebrow and then to your abandoned glass of wine. “Fine. See you tomorrow.”

You give him a wave and head to your room. With the weight in your heart, you plop on your bed and sigh. Again, you missed the chance to tell him that you’re going to move out. Your mind wonders whether it’s a good idea to spend Christmas Eve tomorrow with him. Just the thought of that makes your heart race again.

Get your head straight, Y/N!

He is your best friend. Control your feelings!

Just hang in there a little more, Y/N.

Hang in there…

You’re awakened by the sound of metal crashing outside your room. You grunt as you reach the phone, eyes widening when you see that it’s noon already. You rise and walk outside to look for Jimin.

“Hello, Sleepyhead.”

You rub your eyes slowly and stretch your body. You were asleep for more than twelve hours, and instead of energizing you, it physically drained you. Your body aches. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” you ask hoarsely.

Jimin smiles as he hands you a mug of hot chocolate. Even if it’s noon already, it’s still winter and sure a hot beverage wouldn’t hurt. And the time and weather on your phone says it’s actually colder than yesterday, which is why even Jimin wears a thick black turtleneck instead of his usual pajamas. Not that you’re complaining about it. He looks good, like very good. And he just stands out perfectly in your all-white kitchen. “Because I know you’re tired. I feel bad, too, because you did this because I asked you. I’m sorry. And besides, you’re scary when I wake you up by force.”

You sit on the counter, collecting warmth by holding the mug. “Thank you. But don’t feel bad. I agreed to do it, too. So, if you give me fifteen minutes we can go to shopping-”

“That’s not needed anymore.”

Your eyes widen in surprise as your lips touch the hot chocolate, dripping some of it from your mouth. “But.. I thought we’re gonna bake cookies?”

“Yes, we are.” He cleans your chin with his thumb slowly, makes you jolt a little at his touch. The way he licks his thumb casually afterward is not helping at all. “But I already went for groceries!”

“I see, but you should just wait for me. We could go together.” You blow the beverage to cool it down and sip it slower than before.

His hand travels to your cheek and pinches it softly. “That’s fine. So just wake up already and help me bake!”

You look puzzled and yet you walk back again to your room, leaving him humming Christmas songs in the kitchen. You lean on the back of your door after you close it. Your face feels hotter as if you can still feel his fingers on your face. Smooth and warm. The warmth slowly fills your chest and makes you hard to breathe. It’s like magic. And it's even more magical that you still can stand even though your knees are all wobbly.

You shake your head to clear your mind, to clear any unnecessary thoughts, and head to the bathroom. This is going to be a hard day.

Fifteen minutes later, you go back to the kitchen, finding Jimin playing with his iPad. “What cookies should we make?” you ask as you lean on the counter, head propped on your chin. You’re wearing your Christmas sweater that your mom sent you earlier this year. It has a Grinch on the front of it and a huge Christmas tree on the back. It screams ugly in every Christmas sweater contest. You’re supposed to wear this together with your family, sitting together in front of a fireplace. Since it’s not going to happen, at least the sweater can give you some warmth this Christmas.

He lifts his head up and his eyes fall on your green sweater. “It suits you really well, not gonna lie.” He throws his head back in laughter.

His laughter again sways your heart, stealing your breath. You hit him softly on his shoulder and tie your hair loosely in a low ponytail. “Shut up. So what should we make?”

“It’s gingerbread cookies! We can decorate them too. I bought like a dozen cookie cutters just for this day.” He opens a plastic box to show you proudly.

You pick some of the cookie cutters, trying to identify the shapes. “Are you sure you picked the right shapes? Isn’t this like a mermaid-ocean-package?”

“What?” He immediately scans the box and sighs. “Fuck, I’m sure I picked from the right shelf. I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? Maybe some people are mixing it up. That’s fine!” You pat his shoulder reassuringly.

Jimin grabs all of the cookie cutters and stuffs them into their box. “Just wait for an hour. I’m gonna have this exchanged.”

You grab his arms to stop him from walking away. “Don’t bother. They’re still cookies and edible even though they’re in different shapes. I mean, mermaids celebrate Christmas too, don’t they? In any case, it doesn’t really matter.”

“It does matter!” He pouts. “It’s our first Christmas together, I want it to be perfect.”

You chuckle. “Why would you want that?”

He sighs and scratches the back of his head. “I just feel we’ve been too distant lately, and you look very tired. I just want to make you happy.”

You freeze for a moment as you look at his face. A hopeful thought sneaks to your mind and you clear it immediately. “We can just make our shapes then. You know, just cut it with a knife or a toothpick or anything.”

He looks you back in the eyes, waiting for another reassurement. “Really?”

You smile. “Yes, it would be fun, making our own shapes. Besides, we don’t need perfect-shaped cookies just to make our Christmas perfect, do we?”

He returns your smile with a wider smile and pulls you into his chest. “Alright. Thank you, Y/N.”

You’re again puzzled with the sudden act and clear your throat as you pat his back. “Alright let’s bake some cookies then.”

He releases you immediately with pinkish cheeks.. “By the way, I’ve already mixed all of the ingredients a few hours ago, just so you know. The dough needed to be chilled.”

“Really? So I’m going to just cut them out and decorate it?”

“Yep.” He opens the fridge and pulls out a bowl of brown mixture. He scoops some flour with his hands to the counter and throws down the cookie dough. “Don’t worry I’ve cleaned the counter a few times.”

You’re not a cook yourself but you know a thing or two about cooking and baking. You baked cookies a lot when you're a kid, but as an adult? Not so much. So you just watch Jimin using his rolling pin to thin the dough with admiration on your face.

“What’re you doing? You should help me!”

“Oh right.” You laugh and walk to the sink to wash your hands. You snatch the rolling pin from his hand and start rolling it slowly. “Let me roll this.”

“Wait a minute.” He walks to the cabinet nearest you and grabs an apron. “Don’t want the Grinch to be dirty.” He unfolds the apron and throws the loop over your head.

You hold a breath when he touches your sides to tie the apron around your waist. You clear your throat just so you can distract yourself from the shivers that come from the feeling of his breath on your neck. “Is this fine?”

He pulls away from you. Looking around your shoulder, he eyes the dough. “I think this is the perfect thickness.”

“So how do you want to shape it?” Your hand moves to the corner of the tempting brown dough to rip it and puts it on your mouth, letting the dough melt on your tongue. You open the drawer to search for a small knife. “I’m thinking a puppy would be cute, but without the proper cutter, I’m afraid it’d turn out horrendous.”

“Oh my God, I just have a nice idea!“ He claps his hands together, eyes twinkling. “Should we have a competition then? ‘Who’d make the best identifiable cookies’. It would be like charades!”

You chuckle. “That’s like totally random. I think you hang out with Taehyung too much.” The second bite you ate is sweeter and all you can taste is just sweetness and the ginger. Did I taste some cinnamon in there?

He smiles proudly. “I think we can ask Taehyung to guess. What topic should we use… Animals would be too easy. How about food?”

“Fine! What’d the winner get?” you ask as your hand moves again towards the dough, but Jimin slaps it lightly.

“Why do you keep eating that? It has raw egg for god’s sake. Anyway, I think...” he rubs his chin and leaves a hint of flour on it, thinking. “What about the loser should grant the winner’s wish?”

You pout and use your sleeve to clean his chin. “A wish? Sure, but we should make some rule-”

“Make that three wishes,” he grins.

“Three??” your jaw drops.

He takes a step forward, forcing you to step back. Your hip bumps the counter as he reaches out his hand. “Are you afraid to lose, Y/N?”

You laugh in amazement. “No. Three wishes just for today,” you reply as you move closer to him and accept his hand. “Deal.”

After hours of baking the cookies, letting them cool off, and decorating them, it’s time to play the cookie charades, as Jimin named it. Both of you have written all of the answers on a piece of paper so it’d be fair, and no one can change the answer later.

Jimin holds his phone as he waits for Taehyung to answer the video calls. Just after a few rings, Taehyung picks up the phone. “What’s up Jimin? Aren’t you with Y/N?”

“Hey Tae!” you wave at the phone when Jimin shows it to you. “What are you doing? We miss you!”

“Nothing. I just played games for twenty -four hours straight so I’m resting my eyes right now. What do you want?”

Jimin clears his throat and faces the camera. “So, Y/N and I are baking cookies, and we want you to guess the shapes. It’s kind of a battle.”

Taehyung grunts. “Why would I want to get involved in your rivalry? It’s so bothersome.”

“If I win I can give you one of my wishes!” you chime in, snatching the phone from Jimin’s hand.

“Yah! That’s bribing.” Jimin yells.

You scoff. “Fine! Pretty please?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and sighs. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.”

Jimin snatches his phone again and flips the camera. “Alright, thirty seconds on the clock each part and you should answer as many cookies as you can. To be fair, we’re not telling you whose cookies they are. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Can we do this immediately?”

You open your timer on your phone and set to thirty seconds. “Alright, one two three. Start!”

The first cookie’s shaped like a circle, but decorated with multiple colors. It has a brown-black stripe, red stripe, and green stripe stacked between two brown-yellowish stripes. “Hmmm, Hamburger?” Taehyung answers.

“Correct!”

The second one is also a circle with a light brown color, with a little orange accent on it. “What’s that… a potato?” he squints his eyes as he looks at his phone screen closely.

“Wrong, it’s a hotteok.”

“The fuck I should know? It’s nothing like hotteok!” Taehyung rants on the other line, seemingly excited about the game.

“Just answer it! Fifteen seconds left!”

The rest fifteen seconds and another thirty seconds flew fast and Jimin concluded the game as he waves to Taehyung. “Alright, Tae. Thank you for playing with us. I hope to see you soon!” Jimin yells.

“So who’s the winner? Ya-” Taehyung asks as Jimin hangs up the phone.

Jimin puts his phone inside his pocket and looks at the answer sheets. “So, the first one has four rights and the second one has three rights. So that means…”

You bite the inside of your cheeks to control your emotion, but looking at Jimin’s face, you’re losing it. “FINE! You win!”

Jimin smiles wider as he jumps happily. “Of course I’d win!”

“I still think that putting Sprite as a question is cheating.” You cross your arms over your chest. “It’s not even a food!”

He laughs again mockingly, “It is if I say it is.”

You pout. “Fine, whatever. What are your wishes then? Remember, that those wishes are only valid until midnight.”

Jimin walks to the couch and sits with a smug expression on his face. “Let’s start with cleaning all of those cookie sheets and mixing bowls.” He picks up a remote and turns the TV on to play some movies. “Start cleaning, Cinderella!”

You sigh as you look at the piled-up dishes. Why did I even agree in the first place? you mumble quietly as you brush the crumbs from the pan and the hardened icing from the bowls. And the fact that it is filled with icing sugar before only makes it harder to clean. You scowl as you run them under the hot water, leaning in to scrub them more harshly.

“Don’t be mad, Y/N. You can win it next year,” Jimin reassures as he bites into his cookies. His voice is only half-mocking.

You slam the bowl into the sink with a clang, sending a cloud of bubbles across the counter. “Yeah, right. Like I would want to visit your apartment next year.”

“You what?” he asks, his voice blurred with the sound of the song coming from the TV. He turns his head to look at you weirdly.

You freeze, realizing that you just blurted the one thing you don’t want him to know. “Nothing,” you reply as you continue to wash the dishes, avoiding his gaze.

Jimin rises from the sofa and turns the TV off. He walks back to the kitchen and grabs your arm harshly, forcing you to look at him. “What do you mean?” His voice is cold, the smile vanished from his face.

“It’s nothing.” You try to brush his hand away and continue washing the dishes, but his grip tightens.

“I said, what do you mean?”

You take a deep breath. The scrubber slips from your hand under the water as you turn to face him. “I think I’m going to move out from this apartment.”

“What? Why?” His forehead creases. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. Not at all. You’re a perfect roommate.” You clear your throat awkwardly. “It’s just, something happened.” You reach for the scrubber again.

He pulls at your sleeve, and you look at him again. “What happened? Is it a money thing? If it is, don’t worry about it. You don’t even have to pay right now. Just tell me.” His mouth is pursed with worry and your head roils with a sudden guilty feeling.

You shake your head weakly. “No, it’s not something like that. I’m fine.”

“Then why are you not telling me? I’m your best friend!”

“IT IS BECAUSE YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND!” you yell, yanking your sleeve from his hand.

“What? What do you mean?” he demands.

You control your breaths. “Nothing.” You turn the faucet off and stomp towards your room. Jimin’s hand grabs you again before you get two steps, stopping you from leaving him. The warmth of his hand seeps into your body. You feel nauseous. You need to stay away from him right now. “I need some time alone.”

He bites his lips, annoyed with your answer. “Well, then you have to tell me what’s wrong.” He steps closer to you, eyes glaring. “It’s my second wish.”

“That’s not fair. I--” Tears threaten to fall at your sudden exposure.

“Tell me, Y/N. You promised me you’d gran-”

“I LIKE YOU, OKAY?” You confess as tears fall from your cheeks. Your knees turn weak after you let it out, and you slump at the counter. The secret that holds your relationship together, that makes you the way it was. It’s over for you and Jimin.

Jimin steps back from you, loosening his grip around your hand. “You what? Then why would you move out?” he asks softly.

Your fists tighten to stop your tears from falling even more. “I tried to not like you, but it is too hard, Jimin. I can’t control my feelings. I’m sorry. I really wanted to be your best friend and also your roommate, but I just ca-”

Your words are interrupted with his lips crashing on yours, catching you off guard. His lips are soft and you can taste the cinnamon-sweetness from the cookies mixed with the saltiness of your tears. Just when you try to comprehend what’s going on, he pulls away. His hands find their rest on your face and cup it gently, swiping any tears leaving from your eyes. He rests his forehead against yours and sighs. “You’re stupid.”

“Wha-what? Why?” you stutter, throat drying because of the sudden closeness.

“Why do you think I chose you to be my roommate?” His warmth spreads to your cheeks, sending another hope to you. His gaze softens and you gather all of your courage to meet him back. “It’s because I like you too.”

Again you freeze on the spot. Eyes widening, breath stopping. And it makes Jimin giggle. “I always liked you, Y/N.” He leans in and gives a chaste kiss on your nose and moves downward to plant another on your lips.

“Bu-but I thought you.. With Jisoo….” There’s no way Jimin would like you. It doesn’t make any sense. You pull away from him. “Stop playing with me.”

Jimin pulls you in his chest, resting his chin on your head. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Y/N. There’s never been another woman. It's always been you.” He takes a deep breath, and continues. “Jisoo is my cousin, and she knows about my feelings.”

“Cousin?”

“Yes. She sometimes crashes at our apartment when she has a fight with her boyfriend, who is, by the way, none other than our dear friend Taehyung.” Jimin smiles and pulls away, but keeps his arms holding your waist close to him. “And even though she sleeps here, I always take the couch. She always leaves early in the morning because Taehyung picks her up. Their relationship is a little weird, if I may say so.”

“Taehyung?”

“Look I can even call my family members just to prove it to you, if it’s what you want.”

You shake your head, looking lost. You know Jimin is telling you the truth, but still you can’t believe that he likes you. Like he actually likes you.

“I was going to tell you tonight, but this somehow happened.” He calls your name softly to gain your attention. “So yeah, I like you a lot. And don’t ask me ‘since when’, because I don’t even know the answer. It just grows each day and each moment I spend with you.”

And just like that relief washes in you along with your tears. All of the thoughts you have of losing Jimin are vanished. All of your doubts are answered. You bury your head in his shoulder.

Jimin laughs and hugs you tighter. “Why are you crying?” He strokes your back to calm you down as you sob in his chest. “It must have been bothering you a lot, does it? I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you this.”

“I’m not stupid.” You sniffle as you put your arms around him, hugging him back.

“Sure, you’re not.” He laughs again and kisses the top of your head lovingly. “So, here’s my third wish.”

Your eyes widen with the sudden change of topic, looking at him in confusion. “Like right now? Wha-what is it?”

He looks directly to your eyes, gaze softens each time he takes a deep breath. And with this proximity, you can hear his heart racing inside his chest, playing the rhythm answered with your own beat. Not even a Christmas carol can top this symphony. Not when the world is only yours and Jimin. Not when is just you and Jimin, and nothing else matters.

And finally, Jimin opens his lips slowly. “Be my girlfriend?”

Thank you for reading! Hope you all have a merry christmas!!

[undyingskies]

Hanukkah

request: yes

“hi!! would you be willing to write something with charlie where his girlfriend is jewish and someone made fun of her for it so he decides to go all out for the first night of hanukkah and buys his own menorah so he can make it the best for her bc even tho he isn’t jewish he wants to make her happy and enjoy her religion and heritage? sorry if that’s too specific and if you aren’t comfy doing that it’s totaly fine 🥺♥️”

A/N: I know the holidays are over, but due to the holidays I have gotten behind in my requests! I did my best to educate myself on Hanukkah and write a fic that respects the Jewish holiday! I hope everyone enjoys!

warnings: none

tagged: @mah-gah-lee​, check her blog out! She is amazing and so are the fics that she writes!

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Normally you were always really excited about the holiday season and celebrating Hanukkah. Hanukkah was eight days of celebration, each night at sundown you and your family got together to light the candle on the menorah. It was always a time of celebration and love.

This year was a little different though, this was your first holiday season living with Charlie. In the past Charlie had come for a few days of Hanukkah with your family but he had never been around for the full eight days.

Charlie had always done his best to educate himself of the Jewish holiday, he wanted to learn everything about it that he could. He learned the reason behind the celebration, he wanted to learn about your heritage, he learned all the traditional foods, and even had your mom teach him how to make latke.

It was also nice, that you were able to celebrate the holiday with your family and not have to worry about splitting the day with Charlie’s family since they celebrate Christmas. Your first time every celebrating Christmas was actually with Charlie and his family. It was fun to see a new holiday celebration, but nothing compared to celebrating Hanukkah to you.

You were a little nervous for this year, as again this was the first year of living with Charlie and doing all eight days of Hanukkah together. You were originally really excited, you were going to buy your own Menorah for the first time ever. You were even going to host one night of Hanukkah at your shared apartment with your family. That was until you had read some comment a fan had made. They just mentioned the difference between your two holidays and had said something about you forcing Charlie to engage in Hanukkah. Which just was not true at all, but it still got to you.

Your excitement for the holiday just seemed to fade as the comment continued to ring through your head. The first day of Hanukkah was quickly approaching but you hadn’t started to decorate or buy your menorah yet. Charlie noticed your mood and was worried because you had not mentioned it or even told him why.

Today was the day that the two of you were supposed to go shopping  for all the things you needed.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to go shopping today?” Charlie asked you walking from your room and into the living room.

“I don’t think I really want to go anymore Char...” you trail off, “it just seems like too much now.”

His face falls at your words, not understanding why your excitement isn’t evident anymore and the fact your dismissing shopping for your first menorah. Something that you were really excited for just days prior.

“Are you sure? You were so excited about it the other day, truthfully I was too.” He tells you. You scoff at his words, not believing him. You knew he wasn’t the one who made the comment but somehow in your head, you twisted convincing yourself it was true.

His eyebrows furrow together at your actions, really not understanding  what was happening.

“Can you tell me what’s going on Y/N? Please?  I really am just not understanding.” He asks you.

“It’s nothing Charlie, I just don’t want to do it. I’ll just go to my parents house this year. That way you don’t have to be bothered by it.” You confess to him.

“So I won’t be bothered by it? Why would I be bothered by it?” He’s a little frustrated at your words, he’s always done his best to show you he loves spending Hanukkah with you and your family.

“I just don’t want to force you to do it anymore, people were saying I was forcing you to celebrate this whole time and I don’t want to do that. So I am not going to this year.” You tell him, pushing yourself up from the couch, just wanting to go lay in bed and take a nap.

Charlie reaches out and grabs your arm before you can leave. He pulls you to him, so that your face to face.

“Y/N, you know that’s not true. You have never forced me to celebrate or do anything I didn’t want to do. You know I’ve loved learning about Hanukkah, I was excited to host a night here.” He tells you with a smile on his face, hoping that his words would make you feel better.

They don’t. You roll your eyes at him, not believing his words. You had gotten in your head about it too much. “Whatever Charlie, I just don’t feel like dealing with it okay.” You tell him, stepping away to go to your room.

Charlie sighs and lets you go. He does follow you to the room though. He watches you climb into bed and face the wall. He’s stumped by all of this, not knowing how to fix the situation.

That’s when it hits him, he’s got an idea that has got to make you feel better. He leans over to place a kiss on your forehead. “Okay baby. I’m going to go to the store, I’ll let your rest.” He says.

You turn to look at him with a small smile on your face. “Okay Char. I love you.” You tell him.

“I love you too.” He says on his way out of the room.

He’s got your mom on the phone the minute his foot is out the door. He’s going to fix this situation and put you back in the holiday mood.

He made his way through about 4 different stores, trying to get everything he needed to make it perfect.

You don’t know how long he was gone but sleep had overcome you just a few minutes after he left. The nap granting you some peace from your intrusive thoughts.

When Charlie had gotten home from the store, your apartment was dark. He went to your bedroom to see if you were awake or not, but he found you peacefully sleeping. Which was perfect for his plan.

He quickly and quietly set everything up the best he could, hoping that his plan would work. Once he was done, he made his way back into your room.

He sat next to you on your bed, rubbing your back gently hoping to pull you from your sleep. After a couple seconds you start moving about, slowly becoming conscious. You roll over to find Charlie smiling down at you.

“Hi,” He whispers, to which you whisper hi back.

You don’t miss the excited look on his face and how his eyes seem to be sparkling a little more than usual. He was up to something, you just knew it.

“Everything good there Char?” You ask him. Your spirits a little up due to the nap.

“Yes it is! Wanna come with me to the living room?” He asks you, reaching his hand out for you to grab. You smile up at him and grab his hand, letting him pull you from the bed and into the living room.

Once you reach your living area, you stop dead in your tracks. The sight of your living room brought tears to your eyes. In the middle of your coffee table, was a beautiful menorah. There was also a tin next to the menorah, with all the candles in it.

The table had little white lights draped all along the edges of the table, to light up the room. In the corner of the room, there was also a medium Christmas tree. All of the decorations on the tree were shades of silver and blue.

Your tears kept falling, you were so happy. Charlie speaks up after a few seconds of watching you admire your home for a little.

“So I called your mom and asked her what I should get to decorate.  She told me about the menorah, you had been looking at to get, so I went and got it. I hope that’s okay.” Charlie says while moving to stand in front of you.

“I know you thought you were forcing me to celebrate Hanukkah with you, but I want you to know that it wasn’t true. I love celebrating the holiday with you and learning all about it.” He pauses for a second, “Also I know it may be cheesy but now that we live together I thought, I could incorporate both our holidays. The internet told me that blue and silver were the colors of the Israeli flag so I thought maybe by decorating the tree with those colors, was a nice way to combine the two.” He tells you.

You can’t believe how sweet he was. Only Charlie would try to set up your home with both of your holiday traditions and try to come up with a way to combine the two of them. He truly was the best and so thoughtful.

“I just wanted you to know that even though we have different holidays and traditions, that we’re both in this together.”

A small smile graces both yours and Charlie’s lips as he says that. You can’t help but throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a bone crushing hug. Tears still leaving your eyes.

“It’s perfect Charlie.” You whisper in his ear. You pull back from him, so you could be face to face.

Charlie leans in for a sweet kiss after a few seconds of eye contact. Your boy really was the best. After a few seconds of your lips moving together, you pull apart.

“Also I bought all the ingredients to make latke! I figured we could make it together!” He tells you. “After all we have two days before the first day of Hanukkah and we’re hosting that night!” You smile up at his words.

“Well we better get a start then!” You tell him, pulling him into the kitchen.

You end the night baking with the love of your life and telling him about all your childhood stories of Hanukkah. Nothing could get better than that.

[pregnant-piggy]

Eight Christmases - First year

Hermione Granger x reader

This is part of All I want for Christmas is fanfiction

A/N: this was my first time writing for Hermione and to say that I am now absolutely in love with her is an understatement. This is also the start of December and with that a whole month of fics! Enjoy!

Outside it snowed as you sat in front of the window in your home. Little snowflakes were blown against the glass by a hard wind. The skies were dark grey and thick clouds painted weird shapes. The fire in the room blew warm air to you, making one side of you warm, the other side cold from the window.

It was Christmas and you were back home after the first half of your first year at Hogwarts. The past months had left you with new impressions, knowledge and friends.

As soon as you had been sorted into Gryffindor you had gained a new friend; Hermione Granger. She proved to be the perfect match with you. Where she was always with her head in her books, you were more outside, seeking adventure on the school grounds. She understood you as you understood her and you had the feeling you had known her your entire life.

‘Hey, honey,’ your mother said as she walked into the living room. ‘Merry Christmas!’

You got up from your place next to the window and hugged your mother. She pressed a kiss to the top of your head. ‘Merry Christmas, mom.’

‘When's Hermione coming over?’ your mother asked and she walked to the kitchen. You followed her on her heel and helped her with breakfast.

‘Later today,’ you answered, leaning over the kitchen island. ‘She's having her aunt and uncle come over for dinner so she can’t stay late, though.’

‘I'm excited to meet your friend. You have been talking about her so much, I feel like I know her already!’ your mother said, ruffling your hair as she walked behind you to grab something from the fridge.

‘Mom!’ you cried out, feeling the blush reaching to your face.

‘Don’t worry, dear,’ your mother smiled. ‘I won’t embarrass you in front of your friend. I would never!’

You laughed and threw a grape in her direction. She ducked away behind the counter and pulled a pot with water with her. She yelled and you quickly ran to the other side of the kitchen island. Your mother was lying on the ground in a puddle of water, crying with laughter.

She took your hand and in trying to get up she pulled you to the ground. You fell on top of her and felt her wet hair against your face. You shook with laughter as you tried to get up.

‘My sweater!’ you cried as looked at the wet stain on your sweater.

‘Your sweater?!’ your mother repeated. ‘I am completely wet!’

‘Well, that wasn’t my fault! You fell over!’

‘Because threw a grape at me!’

‘It was just a grape! you said, throwing your arms up in the air. ‘Go change and I'll take care of breakfast, since you clearly can't.’

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Spending Christmas with your best friend proved to be better than you had imagined. As soon as Hermione stepped into your home, you felt not at all uncomfortable or nervous. Your mother did true to her promise and didn’t embarrass you. She went to do shopping for dinner and left you and Hermione alone.

You showed Hermione your house excitedly and Hermione was mostly taken by the big bookcase in the living room that was filled with your mother’s books. As you went to the kitchen for hot cacao, she installed herself on the couch in the living room examining a book she had taken from the case.

‘Can’t even go without a book for one minute, can you?’ you teased as you walked back into the room. You placed two mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table and sunk down on the couch next to Hermione.

‘I’m sorry, I have been looking for this book the whole year and I have never found it anywhere yet,’ Hermione admitted and you placed your hand on her forearm as she tried to get up from the couch to place the book back.

‘Don’t worry, I was just teasing,’ you smiled and pushed Hermione back into the couch. ‘You can take it if you’d like. I don’t think my mom would miss it. Pretty sure she doesn’t even know she has it.’

‘Really? She wouldn’t mind?’

‘Of course not! Consider this your Christmas present!’

‘Oh, y/n!’ Hermione exclaimed and she threw her arms around you, taking you in for a hug. There was a little twitch in your stomach as you gave into her embrace, but you wrote it off at the hot chocolate.

You spent the afternoon with Hermione, watching films and thinking about what Ron and Harry would be doing back at Hogwarts. You brought tears to Hermione’s cheeks as you did an impression of Ron at the Christmas lunch. She rolled off the couch at the same time your mother came back from her shopping trip.

‘Are you alright?’ your mother asked your friend as this one scrambled up from the floor.

‘I am fine, yes,’ Hermione said embarrassed, but your mother just smiled and then disappeared into the kitchen. Hermione wiped the tears from her face and glanced at the clock over your shoulder. ‘Oh, I have to get going! My family is coming soon!’

She jumped up from the couch and happily took the book as she walked to her coat in the hall. You followed her and hugged her, that little twitch again in your stomach as you had to say goodbye to your friend.

‘Thank you for the book, y/n,’ Hermione said as she stepped outside of the door.

‘No problem, I expect to hear all from it back at school!’ you laughed, waving to Hermione as she walked over the little stone path in your front yard. You watched her until she had turned the corner and your face got cold from the little snowflakes that were blown against it.

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hey! this has been getting popular recently, so pair your moots with an nct fic trope or/and ship them with nct?? i love your works too!! can't wait for the next one :)) heh

(anon, i’m so sorry this took so long! thanks for your patience! this also kinda turned into association instead of ships but i also base ships on similarities? so it works out hehe)

🎄dear moots: think of these ships/mini fics as a small christmas/holiday/end of the year gift from me to you! i sincerely hope you like them, it’s not much but it’s the least i can do to express my gratitude for all the love and happiness you’ve made me feel this year, even if we’ve just recently met! i’m so thankful for all of you and i love you very much!🎄

hi lovely anon!! <3 omg you love my works? that means so much to me, i hope you’re having a wonderful day!! thank you so much for sending me this, i had been hoping to do something like it for a while🥺

for my closer moots, i’m gonna combine these, so i’ll outline a fic trope/idea and the pairing will be who i ship you with! hopefully this won’t become an essay lol. warning: it does

i don’t want to leave anyone out, so for those of you that i’m not quite as close with or have met more recently, i’ll just give you a ship! i hope that’s okay🥺and if i’m still forgetting someone then i’m really really sorry, please let me know and i’ll make sure to add you next time!

read more cut because this is a looooot. open at your own risk and prepare for many many MANY blocks of text... also these are in alphabetical order by url!!

——ships + fics——

@astroboy-lele: a best friends to lovers au with chenle, no doubt about it. furou is one of my closest friends on here and our conversations are almost always chaotic, but when they aren’t, they’re full of love and appreciation for each other because she deserves it! major chenle vibes, they’re both so adorable too. her humor is great, all the jokes we have together make me absolutely wheeze oml. i really don’t know what i would do without her kindness sometimes, when i want to give up at something she’s so quick to reassure me. furou, thanks for encouraging me and for always being such a strong source of happiness🥺also, i hope you never doubt your amazing talents because they are a gift to this world!! but enough with the super deep stuff because this is way too long, so the plot would go something like this: you met one day when you heard him practicing piano in the band room by himself. you’re both shy at first so it’s a blush fest when he notices you’ve been listening to him play the whole time, but one not-so-awkward introduction later, you realize you have some things in common and that you share a class or two. you come over for study sessions & work together on partner projects, conversations lighthearted and full of endless laughter. in addition, you also show your support for each other’s talents and dreams, with him attending your dance performances and clapping louder than anyone else in the audience, and you attending his recitals, heart swelling with more pride and appreciation than you thought was possible. any time that you spend together usually ends with you asleep on his chest while he taps away at a piano app on his phone because he knows it calms you down, humming softly by your ear. as the sunlight streams in from his window and illuminates your face, he takes one look at you and decides that you’ve become so much more than just a best friend to him after everything you’ve been through together in such a short time. but will he ever find the courage to tell you how he feels?

@danishmiilk: i can’t really explain it, but i just picture late nights walking through city streets in a strangers to lovers au with doyoung by your side. xing-yi has a lot of love to give to others and so much to offer the writing community, and also she’s somewhat of a social butterfly, at least i think so! it makes me so happy seeing her interact with her moots and she always looks out for others! i also imagine that she has a cute bunny smile but also maybe not HAHA anyway i just love xing-yi a lot. here’s the fic: doyoung, the one who always seems to know everything, is forced to ask for directions in a foreign city. shamefully standing on the sidewalk, he stops you mid-step with a small hand gesture, because even though he doesn’t know you at all, you look like you probably won’t walk away or dismiss his questions with a shrug. being as friendly and willing to help as you are, you oblige. with an embarrassed scratch to the back of his neck, he admits that he might forget the sequence of lefts and rights you had given him, but you’re unfazed and simply offer to walk him there yourself, since it isn’t terribly far anyway. doyoung, lightly flustered since he’s not quite sure how to thank you for your trouble and feeling bad for taking the time out of your day, fumbles with asking for your number. he’s cute, you think, and before you part you insist on showing him around the city some more before he leaves, glancing at the sheepish but smitten man over your shoulder with a smile as you turn to walk back home, leaving him eager to see you again.

@daybreakx: my first thought was a hogwarts au with kun! ale’s talent in writing is a beautiful hidden gem on this site, and she truly deserves so much more recognition for it. i’m so grateful for how kind she is and i want the best for her and her work always! also, the love letter network that she created to help more writers receive love, feedback, and appreciation from readers is such a generous and selfless thing to do, it shows that she has such a caring heart! all of these qualities make me think of kun, and i chose a hogwarts au because i think she just writes those especially well and hers are some of my favorites! so for the fic: the fates are definitely not on your side today, because all the friends you made on the train ride to the castle have been sorted into different houses than you, not to mention you have almost no classes with any of them. at the same time, you seem to have every class with this one boy, kun. he’s in hufflepuff, the same house as you, and because you’re always paired up as seatmates, you find yourself warming up to him throughout the year. conversations become easier during projects, you start to have study sessions in the common room when exams come around, and as first-year students, you both love experiencing all the new and exciting things that the school and the magical world has to offer together. now, you couldn’t be happier that you were sorted into hufflepuff, because otherwise you might not have become friends (and maybe more..) with him!

@donkey-hyuck: vy is way more hilarious and talented than others give her credit for, and not to mention the way everyone adores her for always being so loving and showering them with her affection and support😭i’m thinking of a sci-fi au with jeno! she’s just so hardworking with her writing and on her collabs, & i think she’s strong-willed because she always pursues her goals no matter what! she has such a bright personality and also, like jeno’s her smile is just the CUTEST thing ever!!!! i will never be over it istg🥺fic: in a world full of new technology and controlled by a government unwilling to remember the past and all its traditions, a band of rebels come together and take it upon themselves to go back in time and discover what their reality used to look like long ago. one fateful day on their quest to uncover the mystery of the past, they stumble upon you, unaware of their cause but eager to join them. you take after one of the boys particularly well, lee jeno. though he’s assigned the role of warrior, he’s well-rounded and could easily succeed at any task the group may need him to complete. extremely passionate about the group’s goal, the two of you share a dedication that only brings you closer with time, working together and just being complete badasses. when you aren’t navigating through streets full of neon signs and angular buildings, you fall into the rhythm of a relationship. though you may not know much about each other’s pasts yet, one thing’s for sure: you can definitely see a future with one another.

@fairvtale: a soulmate au with jisung! i mean, keia is just the peak of cuteness, love, positivity, and everything sweet and nice!! how could i not ship her with the adorable park jisung himself😭she’s so full of compassion for everyone she meets and is so loved and appreciated for not only her great personality but also her talents! now, in this soulmate universe, you and your soulmate share the same preferences! so when you hear someone standing in line ahead of you at the ice cream shop order your favorite flavor, your heart skips a beat. of course, it’s not the first time it’s happened, but something feels different today. when you see who the voice belongs to, you just know that the tall but also shy boy is meant for you, and being brave, you approach the small two-person table he sits down at, making small talk until you both realize that you have a little too much in common for it to be a coincidence... :D <3

@ferie-anon: i’m picturing a bookstore au with shopkeeper!taeil, you just give off really insightful but also curious vibes!! both you and taeil make me think of wisdom(especially with your astrology knowledge! it amazes me so much omg), and also, you both have hearts of gold🥺💝fic: a new book shop opens up in your town, and eager to find a new story to dive into, you enter one day to find taeil behind the counter with a smile on his face that’s so bright you don’t even notice his smaller but adorable stature. he guides you, his first customer, through the rows of books to find one that interests you. since the store has multiple copies, he finds himself reading the same ones that you buy not only to enjoy them for himself, but also because it allows him to discuss them with you when you come in the next time, eager to hear each other’s thoughts and knowledge. your equal love for learning and discovery makes you a perfect match!

@flirtyhyuck: kitty is a literal ray of sunshine into my life, so who else would i ship him with than haechan? (i know i once said jaemin but shh) he is so encouraging, always makes me smile and my heart burst, i’m really thankful for all the times he checks in on me and i just feel very loved talking to him. he deserves all the love in the world, really and truly. for the au, maybe a strangers to lovers with barista!haechan! your favorite cafe has a new worker that’s attracting all the attention lately. haechan makes the funniest jokes and comments at the register, and everyone asks for him to ring them up just so they can laugh at his sarcasm. but he’s also so attentive to each and every customer, making sure the order is nothing short of perfect and exactly what they wanted. you always sit at one of the bar-style seats as you enjoy your favorite drink, legs dangling from the elevated chair as you watch him bustle about behind the cashier station and among the machines & supplies. one day it’s closing time, he’s cleaning up for the night but he lets you stay a few more minutes, something he wouldn’t do for anyone else. leaning over the marble countertop that your cup rests on, he swipes a fingertip through the whipped cream on top of your drink and lightly taps your nose with it, making you giggle endearingly at the ticklish sensation and giving him the courage to ask you out. with a smile, you agree. ‘sure, but let’s go somewhere other than a coffee shop, please.’

@fruityutas: emily (pt 1 HAHA) seriously cracks me up SO MUCH, not to mention she has one the best laughs i’ve heard and it’s super lovable haha. i don’t know what else to call it but i’d give her a wedding date(?) au with hendery! even when i didn’t know her very well and we had just recently met she was super friendly and inviting. for some reason i feel like hendery would also play the sims lol, anyway! onto the fic: when given the opportunity to bring a ‘plus one’ to a friend’s special day, your other friend hendery swoops in with an arm around your shoulder as you reread the invitation out loud, wondering who to ask. not so subtly, he offers to accompany you, and not wanting to be the only one without a guest, you agree to his proposal (no pun intended). dressed in your best formalwear and with stiffly linked arms, you navigate through the ceremony, only loosening up a bit at the reception. hendery is determined to make you smile with his exaggerated dancing, twirling you and making you more than glad you brought him along. you do get a few comments from other guests on what a ‘cute couple’ you are, leading you both to exchange glances before bursting into laughter. it starts to become less and less implausible, though. you catch hendery’s eye right after you find the bride’s flower bouquet in your grasp, suddenly realizing there could be more between you than you realized...

@jenojam: i was totally not influenced by your preschool series at all haha, but a preschool au with teacher!kun comes to mind! vina is always there for me, she’s so caring and attentive to everything i tell her!! i get mom friend vibes i guess, she’s just so sweet and i feel super loved and cared for whenever we interact, i’m really grateful for her endless support🥺for the fic, kun is a coworker of yours at the preschool you teach at. you both have such a strong passion for teaching and it helps you bond, leading to many days spent side-by-side, fondly watching your students play with their friends at recess or do activities and play games in class. even the small children in your class can see how much wider you smile when you’re in the same room. with the sweetest and most innocent of intentions, shenanigans ensue of your well-meaning but slightly mischievous students trying to get kun to confess to you, whether it be by writing a message in sidewalk chalk or making a bracelet out of craft beads for him to give you.

@jisungsmochi: hm, i’m thinking...a high school/college au with theatre kid!xiaojun🥺i ship nat with xiaojun because she’s just the sweetest, she has a hidden chaotic side (imo lol) and just a great sense of humor as well! she’s so fun to talk to and you can’t help but love her🥺picture this: you’re both in english class together, and one day there’s a mix-up. he accidentally grabs your essay and you end up with his script for the school musical. you have no choice but to go to one of his rehearsals to swap them back, but as you’re standing in the doorway, you’re captivated by his performance! little do you know, he’s absolutely in awe of your writing, even in a simple literature paper. your admiration for each other’s talents leads to you sitting in the back of the theater doing your homework every day after school, listening to his voice ring out across the large room, and he gets a confidence boost knowing you’re there watching him act, dance, and sing. he always winks at you from onstage and you’re beyond starstruck every time, your english paper quickly becoming forgotten as soon as he meets your eyes with a charming smile.

@lebrookestore: well, a royal au with prince!/childhood friend!taeyong comes to mind. brooke is a lot like taeyong because she’s so considerate and generous but also can be very professional and calm when she needs to be! (i think i told you already but you have this ~duality~ in a way, like ty haha.) so..you both grow up in the castle, scampering away from the staff in the large hallways and just enjoying the excitement of life. one day when you’re a bit older, you come across a stranger in the forest as you’re exploring. they turn out to be from the next kingdom over, but something about them is familiar: you’re sure you’ve seen a ‘wanted’ poster with their face plastered on it. you manage to warn taeyong in his ear before you hear the stranger’s footsteps speed up, and you both start sprinting as fast as possible. quickly working together since you know each other so well, you devise a plan to get them caught in a tangle of vines you remember seeing on your way into the forest, so you can bring back reinforcements to arrest the dangerous criminal. it works, but instead of turning to give taeyong a high five in celebration, he’s already in front of you and thanking you for your quick thinking with a hug, suddenly realizing that how much he loves you after seeing your brave and clever side emerge, just two of the many traits that made you win his heart.

@navyhyuck: vee’s name has basically become synonymous with happiness at this point, hearing from her in my inbox/messages or seeing a post/work of hers on my dash is so comforting and makes me smile more than she knows. since she’s the epitome of sweetness, i’ll say a bakery au with jaemin! i really appreciate knowing someone like her, and the encouragement she gives me is so heartwarming🥺the way she sends asks in the mornings makes me feel so ridiculously loved and at ease, her presence in itself is a gift to this site. tumblr really doesn’t deserve her!! i’m so happy that we’ve grown close and i don’t know what i would do without her and her kindness in my life. fic: you sign up for a baking class at a quaint, local pastry shop to learn how to make desserts and treats, since baking was a hobby you had enjoyed as a child with your family and now you hoped to learn how to do it on your own. little did you know that your instructor would be even more saccharine than the sugary treats you were making. his flirtatious nature leads to many mishaps in the kitchen as you get distracted while trying to follow along with the simple directions, instead making a mess of the icing and sprinkles and nearly confusing the measurements of ingredients. he finds it adorable, though, and towards the end of the session he sneaks a bite of one of the french macarons you put together, a bright smile lighting up his features as he compliments you on it. he teases you by reminding you to pay more attention next time, and with a comeback so quick that even you’re surprised, you take him up on that offer, implying that you’d be back for another class soon. “good. we’re making crème brûlée next week,” he informs with a wink as you both part ways. boy, was he sweeter than sugar.

@orange-nimon-cross: yunha deserves someone who knows the true her and has always been by her side, so i’d say a neighbor/boy next door au with winwin/sicheng. her personality is unique and complex like sicheng’s, and like him i also admire her for lots of reasons, such as her honesty and the pride she takes in writing as well as her passion for it in general. she’s very sweet, so supportive whenever i need it, and deserves so much more recognition for her beautiful work!!💕fic: your neighborhood holds a classic and oh-so-cliche summer block party every year, the smell of smoke and sounds of laughter moving through the air and into your open window. when a bad day gets you down and you hesitate to join in the festivities, sicheng is the only one who can get through to you, not forcing you to talk about anything and just sitting beside you on your bed in silence, which seems to be the most comforting thing anyone can do at the moment. when you tell him you’re ready(which he asks you to confirm many times, because that’s just how much he cares about you and wants you to be fully comfortable and okay), he takes your hand and leads you outside and onto the burning asphalt of the street with other friends and families, the blissful feeling of summer putting you at ease and the gentle evening breeze carrying away your cares with it. and like a springtime flower, although one season late, your relationship begins to blossom into one full of even more love and consideration for each other than it was before.

@radiorenjun: a doctor au with renjun! angie is slightly (okay, very) chaotic but also very lovable!! i don’t know if she’s an aries but she gives off serious aries energy. she’s confident and optimistic and really approachable! i’m so happy she reached out to me one day and we became friends from there🥺in the fic, renjun is a resident at your hospital studying under you and learning the ropes of being a doctor. when you first met each other, you actually mistook him for a coworker with how professional he seemed, but the confusion made a small, adorable blush rise to his cheeks. shy and timid at first, he takes notes and helps you do your job without complaint. when you offer part of your routine to him, he gratefully accepts and does the task perfectly, growing more comfortable in his position and relationship with you as he receives more opportunities to show his skill. sharing stories and experiences from medical school on your lunch breaks and smiling when you finish each other’s sentences about patients and their prescribed care, you realize that you’ve fallen for the soon-to-be doctor, and that no stethoscope could possibly measure the beating of your heart around him.

@rouiyan: so you know how you said you were excited for my wip that’s a strangers to lovers au with animal shelter worker!jeno? that’s what this is(loosely anyway)!!🥺ree reminds me of jeno in the fact that she’s such a sweetheart in every interaction with anyone, it feels like you’ve been her friend for ages! and then you look at her writing that’s just so damn good and sophisticated and i’m always so amazed with everything she puts out, just like how jeno’s talents amaze me as well! now for the fic: your beloved dog runs off in the park, but luckily a boy walking nearby lunges for the leash as it drags behind the animal. you thank him repeatedly, and he explains that the little puppy might have tried to leave your grasp only because she wants to make a new friend. the park is full of other dogs, after all. he mentions that he works at the shelter nearby and suggests that maybe you should adopt a second one to keep her company. not seeing any reason why you shouldn’t, you meet him the next day and spend time together picking out a new puppy. many more days are spent giving the fluffy little animals lots of pets and scratches behind the ears, and playing with them. you’re not sure what’s cuter: the dogs, or jeno’s eye smile.

@ru-lin: (the fic was kinda inspired by what you told me about your job in our messages the other day hehe) i’d say a christmas au with mark! ruth is so considerate and a pleasure to talk to, we actually have a lot in common! she’s very warm and caring and always looking out for others. i can tell she really values her friends and they’re so lucky to have her, she’s just so sweet all around! talking to her makes my day a lot brighter whenever we interact🥺fic: during the holidays you always work at a christmas market, helping customers pick out pretty much anything they could ever want that’s associated with the chilly month and all its festivities. when a shy boy that’s adorably awkward and clumsy stumbles into the shopping area, you bite back a small laugh at his endearing hesitation to ask for assistance. speaking up first, you ask if there’s anything he needs and he explains that he’s looking for the perfect tree. with a knowing smile, you lead him down the rows of tall pines and firs and any kind of christmas tree you could possibly imagine. when his eyes land on one that he likes, his eyes light up with excitement, and you help him load it into his car. as mark is halfway home he curses, realizing he forgot to pick up a wreath as well. he knows it’ll earn him a playful scolding from his group of friends, but if it means another chance to return to the market and see you, it’s worth it.

@rvse-hvvck: i feel like i ship so many people with jaemin but it’s just because they’re so especially full of kindness and love for others, and ana is no exception! i’d give her a matchmaker au with jaemin! ana is so incredibly selfless and her heart is so compassionate, it’s crazy. i really look up to her in a lot of ways! the first impression she made on me was already a great one because i saw so many writers receiving her beautiful love letters, and from that moment alone i could already tell how much she strives to be kind and generous in everything she says and does. i hope she knows how much everyone truly adores her and is grateful for her, because she really makes the world a better and brighter place. (if you’ve seen the movie clueless i guess this fic is sorta similar!) so, you’re the resident expert on relationships among your school community, always trying to pair up people with similar interests or that have a lot of chemistry together. it brings you joy because you love seeing your friends laughing and smiling with their partners, but you feel a twinge of sadness at the same time. when jaemin, the boy you’ve liked for a while, comes to you for advice, you push down your feelings for him and send him on dates with anyone you can think of. the whole time though, he’s only had his eyes on you. he has always admired your altruism and your dedication to making others happy. it hurts him to see that you’re not even giving yourself a chance, so with a simple but heartfelt confession in the school parking lot at sunset, he helps you realize that you deserve a love like you’ve helped so many others find.

@sly-merlin: talking to simmi is always something very healing (like yuta’s smile hehe) so i’d definitely give her a secret agent/spy au with partner!yuta! she is so friendly to anyone and everyone, she gives off this warm and loving vibe like that of an old friend🥺she’s also extremely dedicated to her studies and works so hard. everyone adores her, and seeing her talk about things that make her happy is just the cutest thing ever! simmi, you truly have everyone’s heart!! now for the fic: you and yuta are both spies, partnered up for a very important and serious mission. only problem is, he’s never been the serious type. he teases you for being so uptight, but you genuinely don’t know any other way to approach a mission. along the way though, he manages to teach you how to have a little fun with your job, even if it means lots of close calls and sticky situations that force you both to begrudgingly (well, you more so than him) pretend you’re an oblivious couple in order to escape suspicious eyes. eventually, you find yourself becoming less and less unwilling to throw a casual arm around his shoulder, even when you aren’t at risk of being caught on your mission. maybe he isn’t so bad after all... :)

@suhpressed: a strangers to lovers au with theatre usher!johnny. so you know how johnny’s like an older brother to mark? i get major comforting and warm big sis vibes from elaida!! i would ship her with johnny because they’re both such selfless and caring people! she’s not afraid to speak her mind, and she always looks out for others with kindness and encouragement! as for the fic: you’re finally attending a broadway show you’ve been dying to see since, well, forever. this really cute usher helps you find your seat, but in a rare stroke of clumsiness, he bumps someone with a glass of wine in their hand that ends up staining your blouse a dark red. like the gentleman johnny (you can see it on his nametag) is, he promises to buy you a new one, and writes his phone number on the show’s program. you enjoy the musical, but the digits scribbled down next to the performers’ names prove to be more distracting than you anticipated. throughout the show you’re really jittery, excited to get back home so you can text him. in addition to replacing your ruined shirt, he also invites you out for coffee over the phone, you agree, and you both hit it off. the rest is history! the way that you met becomes a favorite story among your friends and families, & they never miss a chance to tease you two about spilling drinks.

@tyongxnct: elida, where do i begin🥺right away, i think of an idol au with taeyong. she is just so caring and supportive, she likes or comments on my posts and can make me smile with just a few words!! i remember one time that she said she was lucky to have me as a moot and it really warmed my heart, i’m so so lucky to have her too! i can tell she’s passionate about writing and that it brings her so much joy! i wish her only the best in life always <3 in the fic: during a tour, nct 127 stops in your country for a few nights of concerts, and in the midst of the excitement on the way back from the venue, taeyong gets separated from the rest. in an unfamiliar environment, he begins to panic as he remembers that he left his phone on the tour bus and has no way to contact his manager or fellow members. you, while familiar with and respectful of the group but not an avid follower of their music, catch sight of the lost and more than frazzled man as he frantically paces along the sidewalk, trying to recall his surroundings when he exited the bus hours ago. had it not been for your observant gaze, you may have missed the small group logo on his white shirt, letting you know who he was. determined to ease his obvious nerves by helping him find his way back, you lend a hand by approaching him and asking what he remembers. despite only being given a few details, you know the area he describes, quickly leading him there and reuniting him with the rest of the group. more than grateful, he offers you a ticket to the last show there, and hopes that it won’t be the last time he sees you.

@yo-ddream: a childhood best friends to lovers au with jungwoo! emily (pt 2/granny okay sorry i’m done) also feels like somewhat of an older sister to me, she gives great advice and always seems to have a story to tell from her working adventures lol. she’s very witty and extremely kind!! i guess i get jungwoo vibes because at first she seems quiet, but once you get to know her and she opens up a bit you see her fun personality and humor shine through when you talk to her :) she’s also honest about what she thinks and doesn’t sugarcoat it, something that’s very much needed in a person! okay, onto the fic: you and jungwoo grew up in the same neighborhood, going to the same school, getting your first part-time jobs at same store a few blocks down from your street. your lives have been intertwined from the start, but when a family matter pops up, it threatens his place by your side in almost everything you do and puts your friendship and undisclosed feelings for each other at risk. both working up the courage to confess as time ticks down and it gets closer to the day he’s meant to move away, you spend every moment with each other enjoying life’s little moments, the simple things like watching the sunset on a park bench or taking a walk down the sidewalk of the town shopping center. in an extremely convenient stroke of luck, he gets word that things have been sorted out, and the move is off. in both of your delight at the news, you feel like nothing can stop you. you blurt out the same three words at the same time before launching your arms around one another. if it’s you and jungwoo against the world, so be it, because not even the universe had the heart to separate the bond between you.

@zzzzzcakes: zel🥺she’s always been super supportive of me and my work, i’m happy she left feedback on a fic of mine because i might not have reached out to express my gratitude for her words and gotten to know her otherwise! she’s very kind and positive, and seeing her posts and reblogs make me laugh all the time :D i’d say a grocery store au with sungchan. (hear me out i know you must be going ‘huh?’ but trust me on this one! in that recent post you made you said something about shopping carts, and it made me think...see where this is going? haha ANYWAY!) so sungchan is the newest employee at the supermarket where you work. he’s the go-to person to call when someone can’t reach an item on one of the highest shelves, earning bewildered stares from customers and coworkers alike. he always has a joke up his sleeve or a clever remark to make about the many challenges of working in retail. you take a liking to him for how down-to-earth he is and despite all the occasional sarcasm coming from him when you’re both in the break room, he’s very helpful whenever he’s needed. he also admires how focused you are on the job, ringing up endless items and bagging groceries until your hands hurt. whenever he strides down an aisle near the register you’re working at that day, he doesn’t hesitate to send a wave and an endearing grin your way. it’s the moments like that with him that get you through your shift and keep you going. it’s no surprise when you reveal to the rest of the staff that you’re dating. of course, the perks of being employees mean that you can spend many late nights racing each other in shopping carts at the back of the store near closing time and other mischievous activities of the sort, laughing when your manager scolds you over the loudspeaker system without a care in the world.

——ships——

@badwithten: zoe is someone full of both humor and heart, a combination that immediately reminds me of lucas, so i’d 100% ship her with him! she’s given me really good advice and encouragement to stay true to myself, something i can also see lucas doing, and i’m very grateful for her wise words :) and like i said, her heart is full of love and she’s so kind to everyone!

@bucchinct: i’m not sure if we’ve ever interacted, but i always see your posts on my dash and you reblog so many artistic and pretty things/pictures, which makes me think of jaemin and his hobby of photography! so i would ship you with him ^_^

@du0tine: i’d ship solange with ten, for a number of reasons! one, the fact that she mountain climbs for a living and is so dedicated to/passionate about it is something extremely admirable and amazing, so she comes across as very brave and adventurous! also, she’s not afraid to tell others her opinions and that honesty is really refreshing to see! and her blog themes are super artistic which reminds me of ten as well. she just seems like a great person in general and i hope to get to know her more!

@ethaeriyeol: i haven’t really talked to bea much, but i know she is good friends with a few of my other moots so i think that says something about the kind of person she is! i would ship her with jaehyun, she seems really professional (and lowkey intimidating but you didn’t hear it from me) but also very sweet and welcoming and i imagine they both have the cutest smiles, with or without dimples, hehe.

@euphoricdreamies: i’d ship maddy with chenle! she has such a great sense of humor and it’s so much fun to read about her oc’s, i love keeping up with the plots! i’ve followed her for a while but we just recently started talking, she’s very friendly🥺maddy’s just been nothing but nice to me, and i feel like she has a sarcastic and witty side. also, she deserves so much more recognition for her talent and i think everyone deserves to read her amazing work!

@felixn-recs: it’s been a while since i talked to you, but i’m really thankful that you left some of the first feedback i ever received on my writing! i know for a fact that authors really appreciate you and the kind feedback/support that you show their works. this eagerness to show writers your encouragement and praise makes me think of mark for sure, so i would ship you with him!

@fullsuhnny: angelina seems like the type to be somewhat reserved, but still very generous and selfless towards others, reminding me of kun! when she interacts with people she’s humble and sweet, and i enjoy seeing her reblogs pop up on my dash. i think she’s a wonderful friend to everyone and i hope to become closer with her in the future! also, her blog theme is so cool and aesthetic hehe :D

@gowonhatesyou: renjun all the way, krystal always makes me and others laugh so much with her humor and her entertaining personality. but at the same time, while she can be chaotic and sarcastic, she’s also extremely loving and sociable. i can tell she cares a lot about those around her and wants only the best for them! i really value her friendship🥺

@heartyyjeno: i’d ship alesha with jaemin, she’s so much like him to me. first of all, because she would do anything to make her friends smile or brighten their day! she has a warm personality that makes others feel very loved. she’s also very determined and perseverant, because when things get tough she doesn’t give up and continues to pursue her dreams and do what she loves, even when it may be difficult. i’m positive that everyone she knows appreciates having her and her endless kindness in their life! <3

@injunified: nathalie is really sweet and generous, and i’m really happy that she’s started posting more of her works recently, they definitely deserve all the recognition that they’re getting and more!! i don’t know her super well but she’s a great friend to have, so I’d ship her with winwin/sicheng! i hope she can continue writing because she definitely has a lot of talent for it🥺

@jaeminscoffee: lyra is very warm, friendly, and she was eager to get to know me when we first met, so i would ship her with johnny! i really enjoy talking to her, and she’s also very down-to-earth! she never hesitates to show her appreciation for her friends and followers, and i really look up to her for it🥺

@lovelygalaxy333: lilly is so so lovable and sweet, i would definitely ship her with shotaro! my heart literally threatens to explode whenever i talk to her, and she reblogs the cutest, kindest things! like shotaro, i just wanna protect her because she’s such a special soul and also very positive! even if she just sends a simple ‘hello’ in my inbox from time to time, it puts the biggest smile on my face and i’m so grateful for her!

@meraki-mark: li is very humble and friendly, so i would ship her with xiaojun! she also seems somewhat quiet and calm to me, i was almost intimidated when we first interacted haha. something i admire about her is that i believe she’s the kind of person to truly be dedicated to writing what she wants and not just for the sake of notes! that kind of commitment is really nice to see :)

@minyusa: whenever i see miku on my dash, she always seems to be showing her support for a work or conversing with a friend. she’s there to lend some encouragement and sweet words to those that need it! her good-nature and pure thoughtfulness reminds me of jeno. she’s so nice to talk to and deserves love, no questions asked! you’re a very genuine and warm-hearted person, so i’d ship you with him~ （＾ν＾）

@moonlightjeno: we don’t know each other very well but just from looking at luna’s writing, i think the types of fics and aus she writes are very diverse and unique! her well-rounded work makes me think of haechan, so i’ll ship her with him! i believe we have some of the same moots so she seems very kind and social as well!

@neonun-au: okay, maybe it’s because ‘multitudes’ has been on my mind ever since i read it but my first thought was to ship mads with taeil! her writing is so elegant and beautiful, i’m so glad her work gets all the recognition that it does! as silly as it sounds for me to say, even her sh*tposts seem sophisticated for some reason hahaha. she’s just so sweet, talented and always so gracious!

@peachjaem00: lou comes across as very laidback and charming, two things that remind me of yangyang! she’s a pleasure to interact with, and i feel like she has a lot of friends, i mean, who wouldn’t want someone like her in their life? she’s such a supportive and inviting person by nature, and i can tell she works hard and puts so much effort into her writing because it’s so good!!

@prettyjaems: i believe i said it once before so pardon the repetition, but whenever i interact with mona i feel loved and cared for like nobody’s business😭which immediately makes jaemin come to mind. she doesn’t hesitate to show kindness to anyone and everyone, but also has a quiet and focused side at times, and i think as a person, she has so many great qualities that balance out and make up her considerate personality! she’s also really motivated and organized with her writing, i hope to learn a thing or two from those work habits of hers :)

@rueyins: one fateful day when i was craving some good old interaction, rue reached out to me just to say hello and ask how i was doing, something that makes me think of taeyong! i really love how caring she is towards everyone she knows, and also her music taste is great, which also makes me think of taeyong, haha🥺the way she looks out for others is such a special quality to have, i’m so glad we’ve become friends!!

@vitamarkie: i would ship kay with mark! i see her interact with her moots a lot, and she just seems very loved all around by everyone that knows her! also, she writes the softest, prettiest, fluffiest stories, and for some reason i think of the fact that mark once said he wanted be an author when he grew up. her skills are seriously amazing and, just like i admire mark for his talent, i admire kay a lot for hers!

@whathamelon: hmm you have a good sense of humor and also seem very friendly because we have some of the same moots! you’re also not shy about showing appreciation to your favorite fics and authors, so i would ship you with johnny!

@yunwoo: i feel like anna is on the soft-spoken, quieter side but still very very sweet, so i would ship her with jisung! she’s really lovable and so comforting to talk to, even though we don’t know each other too well yet. just from her blog she seems so adorable and i want to hug her and talk to her more🥺also her aesthetic is the softest thing EVER i love it so much!!😭

[pies-writes-and-more]

AVENGERS M A S T E R L I S T

**SERIES**

Falling Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Collaboration with @wxstedhexrt​ // poetry focused fics! // TW: anxious thoughts, disassociation experiences and others so please read the warnings in each part! Based on poems written by the incredible Destiny of @wxstedhexrt! Bucky Barnes is falling in so many different kinds of ways - he’s falling in and out of his brain, in and out of reality, in and out of nightmares... and falling in love? Maybe this is the one he doesn’t want to fall out of.

Mr. Steve ( part 1 // part 2 ) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Soulmate AU In a universe where your soulmate’s name is written on your wrist after you meet them, receiving a wedding invitation from her friend is just another reminder that (Y/N) has yet to find her soulmate. But maybe this wedding will be a little bit more exciting, with the help of a tiny child without a filter.

can’t take my mind off of you, Mr. Steve Rogers ( part 1 // part 2 // part 3 ) - COMPLETED Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Steve Rogers and (Y/N) used to date. Emphasis on the used to. But when an important date from their relationship comes up, it stirs up some emotions too. As if to add to the fire, (Y/N) bumps into an old friend who suggests that maybe Steve’s feelings towards (Y/N) aren’t quite gone. And even though it’s hard to admit, especially because she has a new boyfriend, maybe (Y/N)’s feelings aren’t gone either.

Must’ve Been the Wind ( part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 ) - COMPLETED Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Song Inspo: Must’ve Been the Wind by Alec Benjamin // requested TW: mentions of abusive relationship that (Y/N) is involved in, not too graphic in my opinion but please be wary reading if it may trigger something for you.  The girl in the apartment above Bucky’s seems to be in some sort of distress, though she insists that Bucky’s just hearing things. The two bond quickly and soon enough, Bucky wants to rescue her from a situation that she insists isn’t there. Is he just hearing the wind? Or is it a cry for help?

Unlovable ( part 1 // part 2 // part 3 ) - COMPLETED Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader There’s one other person besides Steve that makes Bucky feel comfortable in the era he’s not supposed to be in. She makes him feel safe, never pushes him to do anything, and that smile always makes his stomach flip. But a situation without clear communication leaves both Bucky and (Y/N) unsure of if the other feels the same about them.

**Domestic/Homely!Steve Collection ( Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader ) :

Home  After months without hearing from his wife and daughter, Steve just wants to be home. He doesn’t care if he could be hurt from his fights, he just wants to see his little girl and the woman he loves. (The beginning of my Homely!Steve Collection!)

Grocery Shopping Steve wants to help out any way he can at home since he’s gone so often. But grocery shopping without a list can be a little stressful, especially with a little mischievous girl.

A Kid’s Imagination When (Y/N) goes to pick up Sarah from school, she’s met with an odd response from the teacher about an announcement Sarah made to her classmates. Rather than talk to Steve about it, she decides to have a little fun with it.

Santa Claus Steve’s back from a long mission and all he wants to do is be with his wife and little girl. Thankfully, they’re not too far from home… and Steve has the perfect Christmas plan to surprise them.

kidnapped.... or pretzels? Steve wakes up in the dead of night to find an empty bed beside him. His mind immediately goes to the worst case scenario as to what could’ve happened to the love of his life, (Y/N). 

Dance Recitals If there's one thing that Steve Rogers loves, it's watching his little girl learn how to dance. So he goes out of his way to make sure he doesn't miss too many of her practices. Now, he has to find out how to not miss her first dance recital...

** Stay tuned for more! Send in a request if you think of some cute Dad!Steve Rogers prompts!!**

**ONE SHOTS**

Dinner and a Show Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // done for a writing challenge // prompt: “This is one of those moments when I tell you something isn’t a good idea and you ignore me, isn’t it?” The one where Steve impulsively insists on proving that Y/N’s date for the evening is trash instead of figuring out his feelings for her, meanwhile, Bucky learns that food is way overpriced lol

accidentally ruining relationships Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader  Y/N spends the evening desperately looking for answers about her love life with her close friend, Bucky. Maybe the reason her relationships aren’t working out is because her heart belongs to another. 

A French Kiss Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Alternative Universe Fic // based on a tweet Y/N came to Paris with a plan: take a photo with a cute man next to the Eiffel Tower, just like how her and cheating ex-boyfriend had always planned on doing, and make that son of a bitch jealous. Thankfully, there’s a super cute blond guy who just so happens to be nearby.

Makeshift Thanksgiving Dinner+ Steve Rogers x Fem!EastAsian!Reader Steve Rogers is beyond nervous to finally be meeting his girlfriend's parents. Especially when it's a meeting for Thanksgiving dinner... though (Y/N) neglects to mention until they're almost there that her east asian family doesn't usually have a typical 'American' Thanksgiving dinner... (Super fluffy I promise :))

Take a Hint Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (Y/N) literally just wants to go out and have a good time with her girls. So why do guys seem to never take ‘no’ for an answer? To try to prevent more annoying encounters with men who can’t take a hint, (Y/N) slips on two rings onto her left hand and assumes the married life. It’s all well and good... until someone sees the rings as a challenge. Enter from stage right, our hero.

boardroom fantasies NSFW, 18+ only, S M U T // Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // done for a prompt challenge // prompt: “You wanna have sex….here? Now?” Steve can’t help how tight his pants get when (Y/N) is working nearby. While everyone else goes out for drinks, he pulls her aside to show her that the Accounting Guy who keeps asking her out isn’t who she should be with.

Holiday Kiss Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Christmas fic Bucky is a little tired of Christmas traditions for the day but with (Y/N) around, there’s just one more tradition he’d like to give a try. 

Anxiety Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // TW: lots of anxious thoughts based on my own so be careful if this is a trigger for you! Today’s the day Steve comes back from a mission and (Y/N) is beyond excited to see him. But when you have a little Anxiety monster whispering believable nonsense in your ear, it’s hard to get out of your head.

5 ways Steve Rogers says I Love You (and 1 way he doesn’t) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // sad ending so if you don’t wanna be sad, don’t read the last bit lol Steve Rogers loves you and here’s just a collection of ways he shows it. But not everything has a happy ending.

Healthy Competition Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader // SURPRISE PAIRING // requested It’s not every day that the boys are all infatuated with the same human being. So when they realize they’re all falling head over heels for one girl, Steve insists some ground rules need to be laid out. Little do they know, there’s one person already that (Y/N) is swooning over.

home is a person Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Post inspo: “Someone asked me to describe home and I started talking about your hair colour and the sound of your voice and the taste of your lips and how your skin feels like. Until I realized they had expected to hear a place.” When asked what home was like in a conversation about their past lives, Bucky Barnes immediately thinks of something other than his 1940s home. He thinks of her.

The Waitress Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // done for a writing challenge // song prompt: “If things get worse, will you still be here?” 405 by This Wild Life Steve Rogers has finally worked up the guts to ask out the super cute waitress at the diner he frequents… except it’s hard to ask out of a girl when you’re a) already super nervous, b) unsure if it’s rude to ask her out, and c) when you have Dumb and Dumber insisting they tag along.

Fate’s Ribbon Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader // Soulmate AU Fate ties a ribbon to every baby that’s born. It’s black to everyone else but your soulmate, who sees it as bright red. Bucky Barnes doesn’t want a soulmate, especially after becoming a completely different person than he was in the 40s. But you can’t run away from what Fate has planned for you.

Happy Moments Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // prompt list // requested Prompts: a perfectly brewed cup of tea and dust floating in golden sunlight Steve Rogers has a few happy moments stored in his brain for when times got tough. He thinks about each of them and how they’re each a part of him. But in this moment, this place, he was happiest.

Probability Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Steve Rogers is an insecure little bum sometimes. But he’s 75% sure that the girl of his dreams shares his affections… okay 70%…. maybe less….

Fate’s Sense of Humour Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // Soulmate AU Everyone is born with a soulmark, generally a signature or some sort of mark to define who this person was. And when you meet your soulmate, your mark gets darker and darker. Everyone is born with this. Except Steve Rogers. He had practically given up on finding someone to be with without a soulmark, until he wakes up from the ice to find a faded grey signature on his arm.

Jealous (Strong) Steve Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // requested Steve Rogers, the man behind the shield, knows that his strength only came from an injection. He isn’t a Norse god, how could he compete against Thor who seems to have all of (Y/N)’s affections? Steve Rogers is a jealous man. A strong jealous man who just keeps breaking things.

Studying Anatomy Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // requested Steve loves his girlfriend very much, so when she practically begs for him to help her study for her anatomy test, how can he say no?

Young But Sure Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // requested Sometimes people have different wants for their future. Sometimes their future includes a pet, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes people want to live in the country, and some just want to live in the middle of the city. Steve Rogers wants kids… and he assumed that his girlfriend did too.

Nosebleeds Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader A Stark Industries tradition was that every year, interns, agents, admins, and all the Avengers were asked to join in on a volleyball tournament. And every year (Y/N)’s team wins. She expected to have some fierce competition from the Captain’s team… she expected wrong.

Coming Home Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader No matter how long he was gone, (Y/N) always slept on the couch when Steve was away on missions so she could be the first thing he saw when he came back. Steve is happy to be home with the girl he loves.

Kiss (* Endgame Spoilers *) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader He just looked so hot, the fire in his eyes, ready to fight. (Y/N) just can’t help herself, she just needs a kiss before they go off to their potential deaths.

Blue Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Steve in blue is too much to handle whilst sober, (Y/N) decides. So while attending Tony Stark’s birthday party, (Y/N) doesn’t stop to drink her anxiety away making for entertaining company for Steve.

Pizza and the Medical Student Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader // College Roommates AU // requested (Y/N) just wants to study for her final. Steve wants to keep her happy. Bucky wants them to just admit their goddamn feelings for each other already.

**Super Cringy-ish Older Fics I Wrote that I Don’t Have Good Summaries For**

[clydeluckylogan]

Lavender

I got two asks about Clyde and how he handles the 4th of July. I was also talking with M @sithsecrets​ about this these last few days, then I was listening to Gimme Love by Joji and the lyric “When I’m far too gone, can you show me love?” just really stood out to me and inspired me to go through with this fic.

One of the things M and I discussed was Clyde taking medication to help with his insomnia and anxiety from his PTSD. I wanted to include that in here because I think it's important to acknowledge.

Also, I did my best to research ways to cope with PTSD specifically on the 4th of July. If I wrote anything that upsets any of you please let me know and I’ll fix it.

The last thing, I mentioned that I would include something about Clyde’s ex-girlfriend (that I mentioned in Anything For You), but it just didn't feel like it flowed naturally when I was writing this. Let's just say she wasn't kind to him on their first 4th of July together and then he broke up with her the next day.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and PTSD.

“Darlin’ what's all this?” Clyde asks sorting through the shopping bags you have placed on your dining room table.

“Oh, you know just a few things for tonight.” You say unpacking the shopping bags.

“This is an awful lot of stuff for just the two of us, Y/N. I wouldn't call it a “few” things.”

You look away, your cheeks turning red.

Okay so maybe you did go a little bit overboard, but you wanted tonight to be good for Clyde.

The fourth of July has always been tough for him. Clyde enjoys the holiday, he does.

He loves getting to see his family at their yearly BBQ; getting to catch up with everyone. He loves the food and just getting to spend time with you.

What Clyde hates are the fireworks. They scare him, they're too loud and they bring him back to a bad place.

Some years Clyde can handle going to Mellie’s for their yearly family BBQ and others he can't.  

This happens to be one of those years that he can't handle going.

Even when Clyde is able to handle going he always leaves before the fireworks. Clyde always feels bad about it, but everyone assures him that they understand why and that it's really alright.

This being your first fourth of July you planned on spending together you were all prepared to go to Mellie’s and hang out with Clyde’s family for a while.

When Clyde told you that he didn't think he could handle going you started to change your plans.

Clyde had said it was fine, that you could go out to a party if you wanted to and he would just spend the night in his trailer, but you weren't having any of that.

You told him that you still wanted to spend the day and night with him. You asked if that was alright with him and of course, it was alright with him, it was way more than alright with him.

Clyde didn't want to be alone, he couldn't handle being alone.

You suggested that he spend the night at your house and Clyde happily agreed, deciding that was best. Hopefully, things would be quieter in your home than in his trailer.

When you two made that decision, you immediately started thinking of things you could do to help him.

In all honesty, you already had been thinking about it, but now you had to do figure out the day and the night.

You knew Clyde would miss his family and all of the festivities that occurred at Mellie’s house so now you had to make up for that as well.

Laid out on the table in front of Clyde is an assortment of indigents for dinner and dessert, two gift bags, and a candle.

“I know it's a lot, but just let me explain, okay?”

“Okay.”

“All of these ingredients are for your Mama’s Mac N’ Cheese, Mellie gave me the recipe a few days ago and yesterday I finally had the chance to go to the grocery store.”

“My Mama’s Mac N’ Cheese?”

Clyde’s eyes light up like an excited kid on Christmas morning.

“Yeah,” you laugh, “I’m not sure it'll be any good as your Mama’s or Mellie’s, but I wanted to make it for you.”

”Darlin’, I’m sure it's goin’ to be delicious,” Clyde says pressing a kiss to your cheek, ”Thank Ya so much.”

“You're welcome baby, but wait there's more!”

Clyde lets out another laugh and squeezes your hand.

“I’m going to be making brownies for dessert and I also bought chocolate chip cookies.” You say shaking the box mix in one hand and then the chocolate chip cookies container in the other.

You push one of the gift bags towards him, “Go on, open it.”

“This is for me?” Clyde asks.

“Well yeah silly, who else would it be for? They're both for you.” You say playfully.

Clyde shakes his head, cheeks turning red, with a smirk on his face.

When Clyde pulls out the gift you got him his eyes go wide. Noise-canceling headphones, good ones too.

“Do you know what they are?”

Clyde nods.

“Do you like them?” You ask nervously, biting your bottom lip.

“’Course I like them, but darlin’ I know these were real expensive.”

“That doesn't matter Clyde. What does matter is that you like them and that, hopefully, they'll help you tonight.”

Clyde gets a little teary-eyed and you press your lips against his for a sweet soft kiss.

“Come on now, open the other one.” You tease.

“You spoil me Darlin’, I don't deserve all this,” Clyde says shaking his head, sitting down at your dining room table.

“Yes I do spoil you and I spoil you because you deserve it.” You say sitting down next to him.

When Clyde opens the second gift bag the tears return to his eyes and his looking at you with a watery smile.

“W-when did you make this?” Clyde asks as he flips through the pages of the photo album.

“I finished it last night, just in time for today, but I've been working on it for a few weeks.”

“Where’d you get all these photos?” Clyde asks, flipping through the pages.

“Mellie and Jimmy sent me some, then I got the rest from that box underneath your bed. I just scanned the photos, the originals are back in their home. Then there are some of my favorites of us.”

“Why’d you make this for me?” Clyde asks.

”I wanted to give you a little something that holds some good memories and is full of love. It's a little pick me up when you feel like you need my and a distraction if you need one tonight, you can tell me the stories behind some of the photos.” You respond.

Before Clyde can say anything you continue.

“Oh! I also got you this candle, it's lavender, it's supposed to help relax you. You can leave it here or take it with you back home tomorrow.”

Clyde is left speechless for a few moments.

“Y/N, I-I don't know how to thank you enough for all of this. Ya didn't have to go to all this trouble for me.”

“It was no trouble at all Clyde, you’re my boyfriend, I love you and I want to do anything I can to help you. Always.”

You take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze, Clyde squeezes your hand back.

“You know, I do accept ”Thank yous” in the form of kisses.” You say playfully.

“Oh, you do?” Clyde teases back.

“I do.”

“Well then, looks like I owe my girl lots of kisses.”

“It looks like you do.”

In an instant, Clyde’s lips are on yours and the two of you are making your way over to your couch.

The next hour is spent with cuddles, kisses, and laughter in-between.

Later in the afternoon, you get started on making the Mac N’ Cheese. Clyde is seated on a stool in your kitchen watching you work your “magic” as he likes to call it.

When the Mac N’ Cheese is done, Clyde helps you make the brownies, baking is one of his favorite things to do and any chance he gets to do it with you he’ll take.

A few hours later you two eat dinner and then dessert.

Clyde loves the Mac N’ Cheese he tells you that his Mama would be proud of you.  That comment makes your heart smile.

The brownies see also a hit as well. They're so gooey and chocolatey. Clyde gives you more kisses after you finish dessert and he tastes sweet.

As it starts to get dark out, you notice Clyde starts to get a bit more nervous. His hand is playing with the blanket you're sharing and his moving around in his spot quite a bit.

“Hey, why don't we go take a shower?” You ask looking up at him, taking his hand.

Clyde nods and you two make your way upstairs into your bathroom.

The shower is nice, it seems to help Clyde relax a little bit, which is what you hoped would happen.

When you two get out of the shower you get into your pajamas and make your way into your bedroom.

You light the candle and put it on your nightstand so it's close to Clyde.

The headphones you bought for him on your bed along with the photo album.

“You brought your medication with you, right?” You ask placing the glass of water on the nightstand.

“Got ’em right here,” Clyde says pulling them out of the bag he brought with him.

“Good,” You say wrapping your arms around his middle, “Do you want to lay down?”

“Yeah Darlin’,” Clyde says kissing your forehead.

The two of you get comfortable under the softest fluffiest blankets you have on your bed.

Clyde is resting his head against your chest and your hands are playing with his hair.

You press a kiss to his head every so often to ground him and reassure him he's here with you, not there.

There hadn't been any fireworks yet, but you knew they were going to start eventually. Earlier in the week, you had gone around your block asking if anyone would be setting off fireworks and they had all said no, which was a relief for you and Clyde, but you knew you'd hear them coming from somewhere.

For a little while, you and Clyde looked through the photo album you made for him.

He told you all sorts of stories behind certain photos and it took his mind off of things for a while. You enjoyed hearing all about his family and some of his favorite memories.

Then the fireworks started.

Clyde flinched and let out a soft whimper.

“Hey, it's okay. You're okay,” You say taking his hand in yours, “Let's take off your prosthetic so you can get comfortable and we’ll try those headphones, okay?”

Clyde slowly nods.

You take off his prosthetic as you hear another loud bang.

Clyde flinches again.

“It's okay. I’m right here with you,” You say softly, “I’m going to put these on you now, alright?”

“Alright,” Clyde says, he sounds like he's not fully here with you and it breaks your heart.

He doesn't sound like himself.

You slip the headphones on and kiss his head, one of your hands is squeezing his right hand and the other is moving up his left arm in order to soothe and ground him.

When you hear another loud bang and Clyde doesn't flinch you realize that the headphones are working.

You feel Clyde’s grip on your hand loosen and you realize he's fallen asleep.

A few hours go by and the fireworks start to settle down, going off every so often.

You feel Clyde start to stir. He looks up at you and pushes off one side of the headphones off.

“Hi, Baby.” You say softly.

“What time is it?” Clyde asks.

“11:30 PM,” You say “Do you want to take your sleeping medication now?”

“I do.”

Clyde sits up, moves to get under the covers, and leans against your headboard. You give him the pill, hand him the glass of water, and he takes it.

Clyde didn't take his sleeping medication or anxiety tranquilizers often, he only uses them on nights that are especially bad, like tonight. Nights where he knew he would have trouble sleeping through the night.

“Do you want to sleep with these on?” You ask holding up the headphones.

Clyde shakes his head, “Can you just hold me instead?”

“Yeah, I can do that.”

You wrap your arms around Clyde and press a kiss to his temple.

“I love you.” You say softly running one of your hands up and down his back.

A firework goes off, but Clyde doesn't flinch.

“I love you too Darlin’,” Clyde sighs pressing his body weight against you, “I love when you're the big spoon.” He says sleepily.

Clyde’s comment causes you to softly laugh and give him more kisses.

Soon Clyde is asleep, the loud sounds in the distance not waking him up from his sleep.

That night you don't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning; when the fireworks stop. You sleep peacefully knowing that Clyde can continue to sleep peacefully too.  

When Clyde wakes up in the morning, he's relaxed, happy, and at peace.

You're still asleep, still holding him. Clyde presses a soft kiss to your cheek and whispers, “Thank you Y/N, I love you Darlin’.”

Clyde moves you so you're on top of him now, still wrapped around him, his hand moves up and down your back. He presses a kiss to your head.

“You’re welcome Clyde, I love you too baby.” You mumble pressing a kiss to his chest.

The two of you fall back asleep wrapped up in one another. Both of you feeling loved, protected, and safe. With the smell of lavender lingering in the room from the freshly blown-out candle. 

[much-brighter-ink]

Secret Santa Queendom Exchange

Merry Christmas Eve! Enjoy your secret santa gift fic- since you said you were ok with anything, I went for a festive fic because I thought the queens experiencing modern christmas would be amusing (also my entire knowlege of Tudor Christmas tradition comes from a single Lucy Worsley documentary so apologies for any wrong details!)

*

‘Well that was a complete waste of time-’ Jane dropped her handbag and keys onto the kitchen table, scowling. ‘You would have thought I was asking for the moon from how he reacted!’

  Anna hummed sympathetically and got up to put the kettle on to make Jane a soothing post-shopping-trip cup of green tea. ‘No good?’

  ‘I said, I told him, that I completely understood that he might not actually HAVE one in stock, especially on Christmas Eve, but that we’d all agreed to check just in case and-’ Jane pulled out a chair with slightly more force than was necessary and Anna leant forward. 

  ‘What? What? He didn’t have one?’

  ‘He just laughed Anna!’ Jane’s annoyance softened into hurt. ‘He didn’t even answer, just laughed and then turned to the next person as if I was joking!’

  ‘Oh love-’

  ‘It was REALLy embarrassing AND then a lady stopped me before I could even LEAVE and asked why on earth I’d want to eat something like that…’

  Anna put a comforting hand on Jane’s shoulder and put a mug of tea in front of her. ‘Well you shouldn’t be too upset then- the very fact that she had to ask shows she’s obviously got no taste at all.’

  Jane chuckled weakly and took a sip of tea. ‘Thanks. It was just horrible- everyone looked at me like I was completely stupid.’

  ‘Well the others will be back soon, maybe they’ll have had more-’

  Anna’s words were cut off by the bang of the front door and the sound of a pair of shoes being angrily kicked off.

  ‘Kitty? Is that you?’

  ‘I’m back.’ Kitty trudged into the kitchen and leant into Anna’s side. ‘Don’t ask how it went.’

  ‘Why not?’

  ‘Because it was absolutely useless.’ Sinking into a chair, Kitty stared pathetically at Jane’s tea until Anna laughed and passed her a cup of her own. ‘No one could help and I got stuck listening to an hour long lecture about animal cruelty and The Law from some interferring old busybody that was passing!’ Kitty sighed heatedly. ‘Since when was it illegal to try and have some fun at Christmas?’

  ‘Weren’t you listening Kitty? If your lecture was anything like mine, it’s-’ Jane assumed a mincing tone. ‘-cruel the poor endangered boars. Or bears, in your case.’

Anna rolled her eyes. ‘God. Wiping them out globally is all fine and dandy then in the name of progress but kill one bear in a good old fashioned family bear-baiting to bring the community together and provide everyone with a bit of holiday cheer and you’re a monster…’

  ‘This century is so joyless.’

  Jane nodded. ‘You’re telling me.’

  Kitty turned anguished eyes upon her. ‘Don’t tell me you had no luck either!’

  ‘Sorry-’

  ‘Argh!’ Kitty let out a frustrated wail and let her head flop down onto her folded arms. ‘No bear baiting AND no boar’s head? It might as well not even BE Christmas…’

  The others murmured disconsolate agreement just as Catalina burst through the backdoor wildly.

  ‘That had better be some ill-judged Protestant humour-’

  Anna shook her head. ‘Sorry Catty.’

  ‘A tomar por culo! This is going to be the worst Christmas ever!’

  Jane looked at her oddly. ‘Didn’t you die at Christmas?’

  Catalina fixed a cold stare upon her former lady in waiting. ‘But at least I got to have one last Christmas dinner to keep my spirits up Jane!’

  ‘Fair point…’ 

  ‘Thank you Kitty.’

  The silence fell on the kitchen, and then Anna suddenly looked up.

  ‘Where are Anne and Cathy? Shouldn’t they be back by now?’

  Catalina looked up. ‘Didn’t they go with Kitty?’

  Kitty shook her head. ‘I thought they’d gone with you-’

  ‘No-’

  ‘They probably just-’

  ‘I bet they-’

  Their speculation was interrupted by the insistent buzzing of Catalina’s phone, accompanied by a rather tinny but still recognisable refrain-

  ‘Oh my god you have Anne’s song as your ringtone!’ Despite her earlier misery, Kitty now looked positively gleeful. ‘I can’t believe it, I KNEW you liked it really-’

  ‘It’s CATCHY-’ Catalina mumbled, as she half turned in her chair to hide her blush. Jane patted her arm sympathetically.

  ‘Catalina Trastamara de Aragon-’

  ‘Why does she always answer her phone like that?’

  ‘Leave her alone, as if Good Morrow, Bitches is any better-’

  ‘Madrina?’

  At her goddaughters voice, Catalina flapped an arm at the others. ‘Shut up! It’s Cathy! -Are you alright querida?’

  ‘I’m fine.’ Cathy sounded rather hesitant. ‘Just- promise not to panic, ok?’

  ‘Cathy?’

  ‘Promise!’

  ‘Ok-’

  ‘…..We’re at the police station!’

  ‘What?!’

  ‘How!?’

  There was a scuffle and Anne’s voice came on the line. ‘Hi! Look, before you get cross, absolutely NOT our fault ok?’

  ‘What did you do?’

  ‘We had no idea it’d go like this-’

  ‘What did you DO?’

  ‘It’s was Cathy’s idea!’

  ‘Anne!’

  ‘We just thought it’d be fun!’ Cathy wailed from the background. ‘We never got to do it back then but it always sounded so exciting-’

  ‘And Jane SAID we needed to make more of an effort with the neighbours!’

  ‘What did you DO?’

  ‘Well….and let me just remind you again that it was CATHY’S idea, seeing as it IS Christmas Eve…’

  ‘Anne-’

  ‘Turns out people get REALLY weird when you cover your face and burst into their house in disguise-’

  **

To the queen’s disgust, it turned out that the jolly Tudor practise of Mumming was, in the 21st century, considered to be highly suspicious and also in contravenence of the law. 

  A quick and grovelling conversation with the neighbour who had called the police (plus a promise of free yard work and snow shovelling for the foreseeable future) saw the two errant queens released and sent home with the stern warning not to try anything like that again.

  **

  Jane entered the living room where the five rather dejected queens sat in gloomy silence in the living room. ‘So they’ve agreed they won’t press charges and I THINK they’re going to keep quiet about it so that’s sorted at least.’

  ‘Thanks Jane-’ Cathy made room for the third queen on the sofa and Jane joined her.

  ‘What are we watching?’

  ‘Anna suggested we try a modern Christmas film to try and get into the spirit-’

  ‘Oh?’

  Kitty made a face. ‘It’s about a demon who goes around sneaking into the houses of children before Christmas day…’

  ‘Oh. Weird.’

  ‘Yeah not very cheering…’

  ‘Speaking of which, where IS Anna?’

  ‘Oh she said she had a surprise to cheer us all up-’

  Cathy hugged a cushion to her chest. ‘Honestly, I can’t think of ANYTHING that will make today ANY-’

  She was interrupted by Anna- Anna von Kleve, dressed in an oversized red hoody with Trust No Bitch emblazoned on it in gold sequins and bearing what looked to be Jane’s best Le Creuset mixing bowl, filled to the brim with-

  ‘Is that….what IS that?’

  ‘Mmmm….vodka….and the gin that was left over…and about a half cup of cooking sherry….’ Anna looked up defensively. ‘What? I know the wassail cup is MEANT to be cider but we didn’t have enough to fill the bowl!’

  ‘I suppose that’s fair enough-’ 

  Catalina reached for the bowl and took a swig. ‘At least that’s one tradition they can’t take away from us. Even if we’re the only ones to do it anymore…’

  ‘They can take our boar and our bear and our mummers but they’ll pry our wassail cup out of our cold dead hands!’

  ‘Yep’ Anne nodded decisely. ‘It can still be a BIT like Christmas IF we can all drink alcohol out of a massive bowl….’

  The other queens nodded, looking slightly cheered.

  *

  Needless to say, the Boxing Day performance had to be cancelled.

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Ahhhh @cynicalrainbows thank you so, so much!!! This made my day, I love your writing so much - have a wonderful Christmas Eve! @queendomsecretsanta