#the self love advent calendar

[theglowsociety]

[chkchkji]

🎄 skz as christmas tropes.

requested: yes / no ── ★ includes: fluff, christmas tropes, platonic relationships & some flirting. headcanons under the cut.

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chan takes his mistletoe very seriously. is he a bit cowardly for resorting to this in his bid to get your attention? probably. does he care? not really. he's tripping over his feet to 'accidentally' stand underneath one of it with you. "oh nooo," he'll say with fake sympathy; his hands tucked in his hoodie, his smile all fake innocent. "guess we have to kiss now. it's the rule, you know?"

between the two of you, minho is the one better at wrapping gifts. he's a master at it, actually. all tight corners and perfect bows. he's just a little smug about his gift-wrapping skills. while he may first tease you for not being at his level, he'll always be ready to do the task for/with you— yes, even the weirdly-shaped, circular gifts.

changbin never knew that designing ornaments could be so fun. he'd always assumed that christmas tree decorating would be the most boring part of the holidays, but he finds himself immensely enjoying the little arts and crafts moment that the two of you have going on. whether or not he cares to admit it, he finds himself daydreaming of a christmas tree full of decor handmade by the two of you.

something about hyunjin is just 'first snow'-coded. it's the art of turning a mundane afternoon into something special. when that first snowflake lands on your eyelashes, he's already giggling to himself at how romantic all of it is. he will attempt to play it cool, to not let on just how amused he is at this turn of events, but deep down he's so damn happy to share this with you.

jisung knows he's not good at this whole gingerbread house thing. he's a bit too heavy-handed for it, doesn't really have the eye for aesthetic that other people might. but he's patient, and he can middlingly follow the instructions on the kit's rule book, and he loves you. so he'll sit down and make the house with you if it means making you smile.

felix's lack of self restraint may have him tearing through advent calendars way too fast, but at least he tries to make up for it. it's just like him to do something craftsy to get back in your favor. he broke his back to weave together the delicate beaded jewelry he knows you'll like; seeing you wear and enjoy it is a present in itself.

while seungmin may act exasperated over all the fanfare and festivities, he has to admit that some of the stuff are cute. dressing up stuffed toys and pets in yuletide garb is surprisingly on that list. he'll probably grumble about your matching ugly christmas sweaters but then ask to take a bajillion photos once the two of you have donned it.

"surprise?" jeongin will say cheekily. maybe he's sitting in an oversized box. maybe he's got a ribbon tied over his head. either way, his whole shtick is clear: he's your present this year. it's silly and cliché, he knows, but he'll go through the theatrics if it draws a laugh out of you.

[letsgoletsgetit08]

soft hours pt. 1 - christmas

how they would celebrate christmas with you (plus a suprise they have trouble keeping secret)

hyung line

warnings: mdni, christmas fluff, smut

pairings: park seonghwa x f!reader, kim hongjoong x f!reader, jeong yunho x f!reader, kang yeosang x f!reader

word count: 3.4k

author's note: I picture this as slightly aged up members and their significant others, still famous and working in the industry but with solo careers (hence the ability to take actual time off for themselves). But I did try to keep that part vague. I'm not religious but I grew up with Christmas, but feel free to sub in whatever winter holiday tickles your fancy. Maknae line coming soon!

likes, comments, and reblogs always welcome as long as you're not a minor!

Park Seonghwa: Park Seonghwa loves Christmas and even moreso, winter. He has gifts and activities planned every day of December leading up to Christmas Day. He takes you ice skating, sledding, to have your picture made with Santa - even though you're both definitely too old, and yes, some of the gifts are small, like your favorite candy, some are tokens to use for quality time with him, he’s a big fan of an advent calendar. But some of the gifts, the ones closer and on Christmas proper, are very nice. Matching bracelets with both of your birthstones, a purse you had your eye on that you mentioned in passing earlier that year.

The gifts are wonderful but your favorite part is the quality time you get to spend with him. Christmas Eve is spent in the matching pajamas he gifted you, White Christmas playing in the background while the two of you assemble the Lego set you gifted him a day early, sipping on spiked apple cider and taking breaks for long, tender make out sessions and short bursts of aggressive kisses and cuddle attacks.

You take a break from building the set to read your book, curled up behind him on the couch, and when you inevitably nod off, he only pouts for a minute when you don't reply to his excitement about finishing an elaborate section of the Lego set, turning to see you with your chin to your chest, book slipping out of your hand.

You stir only when he's kissing your forehead and urging you to go brush your teeth because, “You always regret it when you don't, my little rein-dear”. He looks at you expectantly when he makes the pun and you try not to laugh at his stupid joke but you can't help it when he's cheesing in anticipation. He stares at you for a while as you fall asleep next to him in bed, watching your eyelashes flutter, resisting the urge to keep kissing your cheeks, lest he disturb you. He's too excited for the morning to fall asleep fast, but watching you is a treat.

He's up at the crack of dawn with anticipation and resists waking you up for as long as he can until eventually, he caves, situating himself between your legs, pulling down your underwear and taking his sweet time as he eats you out, his mouth gentle and languid as he eases you into consciousness. It's one of your favorite ways to wake up and he saves it for special occasions. By the time you're fully awake, you're a whiny mess, begging for him until he gives in, too excited to start the day to make this one of his longer sessions. 

“Merry Christmas to me.” You joke sleepily as he pushes inside of you slowly. 

“Mmh your pussy is the best gift I could have asked for.” He replies as he bottoms out. 

It doesn't take long for either of you to finish, and it takes every fiber in his being to not dash out of the room immediately to go get coffee started and watch you open your final gift, but he exercises some self control, cuddling you and helping you back into your pants. You giggle at his urgency. 

His last present is an envelope containing a hand-written love letter and two plane tickets for a weekend together over New Years on Jeju Island. He's just glad you’ve yet to find the ring he's had hidden in his closet for three months now. He plans to propose as the clock strikes twelve into the new year. 

Kim Hongjoong: Hongjoong is oddly withholding, nervous, and antsy around two weeks before Christmas when you assume your gift got delivered. He's bad about spending way too much on you, despite swearing up and down that it's, “Just something small!” Fortunately for you, you can tell when he's lying because his eyes go shifty and he gets cagey and jumpy. He feels bad he can't spend as much time with you as he'd like around the holidays but when you bring him coffee to his studio on Christmas Eve, he surprises you with a song he's working on about how he'd like to spend the holidays with you. 

“My mind kept drifting to you while I was trying to work on something else so I had to get this out of my system before I could keep working on something else. It's kinda cheesy but-”

“Joongie, no.” You pull him in for a kiss, laughing at his dumbfounded face, “It's perfect, baby. You know, I would be perfectly happy if this was the only thing you got me for Christmas.” 

“Baby! No way.” He pulls you into his lap on the couch in his studio, “You're far too special to me for that. Plus, I really think you're going to love what I got you.”

“What did you get me!?” You try to catch him off guard. 

“I-” He almost fell for it, “Hey! I'm not telling.” He starts to tickle you as punishment, ending with the two of you nose to nose, limbs tangled, horizontal on the couch. 

“Can you give me one gift early then?” You let your hands wander between his thighs, sticking your bottom lip out and widening your eyes, knowing he has a hard time saying no when you pout and plead. 

“You’re going to end up keeping me here all night.” He pretends to resist, but he was already kissing down the column of your neck and reaching for the hem of your shirt. 

“Please, Joong.” You didn't know which thing you were pleading for at that point as he derobed you and worked you open with his fingers before taking you right there in his studio, both of you glad for the sound proof room. 

You convince him later to give his work a rest for the night and come home to sleep in a real bed. The next morning, you wake to him sitting by you on the bed, meticulously wrapped gift in his hands, nearly bouncing with anticipation. 

“Baby-” You blink your eyes open, knowing you look a hot mess from your slumber. 

“Merry Christmas!” He shoves the gift in your hands. 

You unwrap it painstakingly slowly just to watch him vibrate on the spot in his excitement. 

It's a beautiful custom winter coat from Balmain, lined with silk that has Hongjoong’s “No1LikeMe” printed on it, exactly in your style and you can tell even before trying it on that it will fit perfectly.

“So this is why you needed my measurements in March. Not because you would lose a bet with Wooyoung.” You laughed at his silly excuse. 

“Yeah, yeah, you caught me but DOYOULIKEIT?!” His words rushed out as you tackled him to the bed. 

“Kim Hongjoong. I love it.” You pepper his face with kisses, “Please never tell me how much you spent on this.” 

He knew this commentary was coming because he gave you a smarmy grin, “Actually! This was a personal favor. It's one of a kind. Olivier refused to let me pay a dime because, ‘Your girl keeps you fed and for that I owe her.’ His words.” 

“Ask me from my childhood if I ever thought I'd have personal favor with a designer from a high end brand and I'd laugh in your face.” You shook your head as you checked yourself out in the mirror. 

“Thank you so much, baby.” You cage him in on the bed. 

“Wait, wait. Check the breast pocket before you seduce me again.” He says this a bit breathless and you think you might kill him if he proposes to you while you wear one of his old t-shirts, your Christmas underwear, and the coat he just gifted you. Not to mention you still had bed hair and morning breath. 

Kill or kiss, they were only two letters different, and you ended up choosing the second as you stared at the ring of your dreams in your hand. 

“Hongjoong-” You were at a loss for words. 

“Please marry me, my love. My life won't be complete until you agree to be bound to me spoiling you and surprising you by the law.” 

“Yes!” You kiss him, still in disbelief, “Yes, Hongjoong. Of course I'll marry you.”

You shimmy his pants down enough to free him and move your underwear to the side, too excited to do more, and take him in one go, making love to him wearing both of his gifts. 

“This is embarrassing but I got you the exact same things.” You joke as the two of you cuddle.

“Oh, how embarrassing!” Hongjoong jokes back. He's impossible to buy for, always getting himself what he needs as he discovers a need for it. 

He doesn't expect you to have put together a binder full of photocards for your final gift to him. You put together a collection of photos of the two of you and some of just yourself. Some naughty ones of just yourself. “I was tired of being the only one with the collection.” 

“It’s perfect,” He nuzzles his nose to yours, “My fiancé is a genius gift giver.” 

Jeong Yunho: The man loves the holidays and this year is certainly no exception. He's so excited because he's convinced your families to celebrate together on Christmas Eve. You're more than a little suspicious with his hushed phone calls and the guilty puppy face he makes when you ask who called and he has to make up a lie. Twelve days before Christmas he surprises you with your first gift, a pre-paid facial appointment. The other days follow suit with a massage, hair appointment, nail appointment, things of that nature, culminating with shoes, a dress, jewelry, and a very nice set of lingerie that he wants you to wear on Christmas. It's beyond obvious at that point, but you suspend your disbelief for his sake, knowing how excited he is for this moment. 

Christmas Eve with your combined families goes better than you imagined it would. The food was good, the wine and conversation flowed, and mass hadn't even lasted that long. He waits until everyone is playing charades in the living room, and he brings you up with him after pretending to read his word on the slip of paper, holding up 4 fingers to indicate it was a four-word answer. He scans the room with his eyes before taking your left hand in his own and getting down on one knee.

“Will you marry me?” You ask as if you're still playing the game. 

“You're too good at this game.” He kisses your hand and pulls the ring box out of his pocket, “Sweetheart, I'm convinced you were created just for me. Falling in love with you over these years has been the greatest joy of my life and I never want to stop. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me?” 

“Yunho…” Tears escape your eyes at his words, “I would love nothing more. Yes, baby.” 

He drops the ring box after removing the ring and slides it onto your finger before standing, picking you up, and twirling you around to the tune of the applause of both of your families. 

Later that night, he unwraps you like the gift he considers you to be, taking off the clothes he bought for you piece by piece before turning you into a panting mess on his mattress as he insists on getting you off with his hands and mouth twice before he finally pushes inside of you, guiding your legs back with careful hands until you're practically bent and half and he’s able to fuck you deep like you like it, the head of his cock kissing your cervix every few strokes. 

“Fuck, I love when you take me like this, honey. I can’t wait to fuck a baby into you.”

“God, yes, Yunho-” You groan as he hits your sweet spot over and over. “Give me a few years, but we can pretend in the meantime.” 

“Mmh, I like the sound of that,” He grunts from the effort, “Gonna fuck you so full.”

“Everyone will see I'm yours.” You're about to fall apart around him. 

“All. Mine.” He punctuates his words with thrusts, “All. Fucking. Mine. Forever. Fuck, baby, come with me.” 

“Yunho!” You cry out as you finish, your orgasm prolonged by the feeling of him pumping you full of his seed.

Truth be told, at least in the heat of the moment, you wouldn't have cared at all had he been able to get you pregnant right then. But you knew as you fell asleep in his arms, how peaceful it was with just the two of you, you would be glad you had a few years with him as yours alone before bringing a whole other human being into the mix.

Kang Yeosang: Yeosang was not necessarily a fan of the holidays before he met you, but he adores them now. More than anything, he adores watching you enjoy them. He buys you matching berets and thinks he's so slick booking the two of you a room at a ski lodge in Austria the week of Christmas. Neither of you intend to ski, but Vienna goes all out for the holiday and he wants to spend several snow days shopping, eating, and sightseeing with you. He buys you anything you show a slight interest in, despite your protests, but his real gift is tucked safely in his luggage at the lodge. 

Two days into your trip, the two of you are exhausted and decide to spend the day around the ski village rather than in the city. You find Yeosang staring at you with hearts in his eyes more than usual that day. Normally you would blush and tell him to stop, but today, you allowed it. After all, you were doing the same thing. 

“Oh! This looks fun!” He holds up a Sanrio puzzle he found in the kid section. “I know it's for kids but-”

“We're getting it.” You smiled at how his face lit up. He was so impossible to not just completely adore and fawn over at all times.

“What if we go back to our room, order room service, and open this bad boy up?” He asks you, conspiratorial glint in his eye.

“This is why I love you.” You kiss the apple of his cheek. He's had to train himself not to move so you can't reach him when you try to kiss his face, due to years of acting like he hated it when his friends would do it. 

“I love you more, angel.” He grabs your hand and leads you over to check out, calling a slightly mispronounced “Bitteschön!” over his shoulder to the woman working the cash register on the way out. 

After dinner, spiked hot chocolates in hand, fireplace roaring in the hearth, the two of you work on the puzzle in comfortable silence. As much as you love talking to Yeosang and would pay good money to live inside his brain for a day, you cherish the fact that the two of you can have such peace in one another’s company. No compulsion to disturb the stillness. 

“Oh!” Yeosang looked up after a while, “Look, jagi. It's snowing!” 

“Really?!” You loved the snow. Well, you loved looking at the snow. 

“I wish it could snow inside. But not be cold.” Yeosang stood, pulling you to your feet and leading you over to the big bay window overlooking the powdery slopes.

“You know what? Yeah, that sounds ideal.” You chuckle, amused as ever at how his mind works. You tuck yourself under his arm and he picks up on your cue, pulling you securely to his side. 

Sure, it had been snowy the whole time you'd been there, but there was something magical about the big, fat flakes swirling in the air and glittering as they fell on the ground in the bright moonlight. 

“We'll probably be snowed in tomorrow.” Yeosang concludes as the two of you watch it accumulate, pulling you in front of himself so he could loop his arms around your waist and kiss the side of your neck.  

“I mean, we're at a ski resort-”

“Shh, babe. We're going to be snowed in tomorrow.” Yeosang says a little more firmly. 

You catch his drift, “Oh! Right. Yes. We'll definitely be snowed in tomorrow! Oh no! What will we do?” You humor him. 

“Don't worry, my beautiful girl, I'll make sure we're entertained all day while we're snowed in.” He mumbles in your ear, his voice low and carrying an unmistakable edge of desire on it.

“Mmh, like what?” You answer, breath hitching in your throat as his hands roam your body, one of them skimming the waistband of your pajama pants, the other finding a light but possessive position around your neck, “I can think of several things. But to start I'm going to fuck you against this window so we can watch the snow fall as I make you come over and over again on this cock.” 

“Fuck, Sangie-” You gasp as his hand blazes a trail to your core, knowing it will already be wet for him because he knows well what he does to you.

He's good to his word, dedicated as ever to your pleasure, stretching you around his girth, fingers on your clit as he makes you come the first time, heeding your request happily to move in front of the fire as you caught a chill with your bare face and nipples pressed to the cold window. 

He lays down one of the many plush blankets in front of the fireplace, ensuring you're comfortable before kissing down the slopes of your form, mouth landing between your legs, fingers taking over what his dick finished the first time, taking a more leisurely route to your release the second time, but quick to stuff you full again immediately afterwards for the third, words lost on both of you as pleasure rolls through your bodies in tandem. 

He washes your hair in the shower afterwards and you're nearly overwhelmed with love for the man you get to call yours. Perfect in every way. 

Both of you realize it's well past midnight as you cuddle together in bed, “Merry Christmas, precious.” Yeosang smiles at you, eyes once again full with a depth of love you had seen before but not as often as you had recently. 

“Merry Christmas, Sangie.” You return his gaze, hoping he knows just how much you mean it. 

“Marry me.” He blurts out, lost in your eyes, “Sorry, I had a whole thing planned and I have a ring, I swear-” 

You cut him off with a kiss, “Kang Yeosang.” You snicker, “Yes. God, yes, I'd be so happy to.” 

“Really?” He smiles so big it looks like it hurts his cheeks and it definitely hurts your heart with how pure and sweet he is. 

“Yes, baby, of course!” You kiss him again, unable to resist. 

The kiss deepens and your activities from earlier have an unprecedented encore, all but rendering your shower pointless as you fall apart repeatedly in one another's arms well into the early hours of the morning, watching the sunrise paint the ground pink, the exact shade, you note, of the birthmark by Yeosang’s eye. 

The two of you sleep late into the day. You're disoriented for a moment as Yeosang flies out of bed and begins rummaging through his luggage, finally finding what he sought and returning to bed with the ring box in hand. You had almost forgotten, or thought it was a dream, and you can't stop the tears as they fall when he fits the most beautiful ring you've ever seen onto your finger. 

“I'm yours. Forever. For as long as you'll have me, my love.” Yeosang’s deep voice rumbles through your bones, rearranging your neurotransmitter transporters to stop the reuptake of the norepinephrine, serotonin, and dopamine that was produced any time he spoke. 

“I want you forever, Yeosang.” 

And it was true. You were sure you were the happiest and luckiest person on earth to have earned the trust, love, and dedication of the man beside you. He felt the same way and he intended to show it to you every day for the rest of your life.

[enderlovez]

Masterlist

Fluff: ❀ Angst: ❆ Smut: ♥

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Spencer Reid

Stay Happy ❆❀ In the midst of a case, thinking it's safe after they've caught the criminal, you go into the crime scene alone to inspect the place, only to be taken hostage by a second unsub nobody knew about.

Germs ❀ Everyone is shocked when the genius germaphobe drinks directly from your water bottle, you even more so when it was actually just a plot.

No Germs Found ❀ You and the team are back in Arizona on another case, and when an amazing unfortunate mishap takes place at the front desk, everyone is forced to share rooms with each other.

Snow ❀ To say he's worried when he wakes up alone in the middle of the night, only to see you laying in the snow outside, is an understatement.

It's Romantic ❀ When Spencer learns that his girlfriend is also an avid reader after visiting her apartment for the first time, something she's kept from him for reasons unclear, he is ecstatic. And a little concerned, when he reads one of your 'romance' books.

Late-Night Genius ❀ During a late night in the BAU, reader finds Spencer hunched over his desk muttering to himself about the deranged killer on the loose, and decides that in the midst of all this carnage, he needs someone to look after him, too.

Germaphobe, Too ❀❆♥ You hate germs more than anything else in the world, and Spencer is so very much in love with you, so he's always trying to help you in any way he can — little does he know, that maybe you're feelings about the situation are a little bit different.

How To Never Stop Being Sad ❆ After the death of your parents, you have nobody to talk to, nobody to turn to for help. Spencer wants to help, but how can he when you don't want him to?

Soft as a Feather ❀ You and Spencer have decided to keep your relationship private, but when he comes into work with a lipstick mark on his neck, everybody's asking questions he doesn't know how to answer... at least, that's until you come in and leave a strangely familiar kiss mark on his cheek.

A Little Timid ❀ You bring Spencer something for dinner during a particularly stressful case. One thing, though—nobody else knows you exist.

Advent Calendar ❀ You've always been the kind of teacher who goes out of her way to make sure her students have a good time, so it's no surprise to Spencer when he finds you awake in the middle of the night making little advent calendars for your kindergarteners.

Bloody ❀ Doctor Spencer Reid is married to a vampire.

Kiss It Better ❀ Spencer gets injured on a case. Imagine his team's surprise when they come to see him and find his nurse flirting with him.

It's Okay ❆❀ You and Spencer have to comfort a little girl after she finds her parents dead in her home, and your odd tactics work surprisingly well.

Trivia Night ❀ Garcia should've known it was a bad idea to put you and Spencer on opposing teams at trivia night, and now she's stuck with two very competitive people who will stop at nothing to win.

Big Secret ❀❆ You've tried to hard to keep your daughter a secret from Spencer after her father left, but what happens when this secret finally comes to light?

Out On The Couch ❆❀ You and Spencer have an argument, and in the heat of the moment, he says something pretty hurtful.

On Thin Ice ❆❀ After a particularly grueling case, the weight of your insecurities catches up with you. Despite years of toughening yourself against judgment, an unexpected moment of self-doubt has you questioning everything—until Spencer reminds you of your worth.

Story Time ❀ Spencer comes and reads to your students for storytime.

[yoursselo]

Counting the days until Christmas

a/n: hi everyone! i couldn’t get the little advent calendar concept out of my mind so i decided to write a little something. this is my first ever fic (idk if i’ll ever write something again haha) so please be kind. i hope you guys enjoy it. love you lotsssss 🩷

word count: around 1k

warnings: none tbh but maybe some suggestive content

It was the most wonderful time of the year—Christmas. Ever since you were a child, you had loved the holiday season. Hot chocolate, gingerbread cookies, Christmas markets, and, of course, the advent calendars. Growing up, you always had one. You loved opening a door each day, feeling so excited about the little treat inside. Each day’s surprise only made you more eager for what was to come. The anticipation built with every door, and you could hardly wait to open the last one.

This tradition stayed with you through the years. Even now, getting an advent calendar was one of the things you looked forward to most during Christmas. Mason knew about your passion for it. Ever since your first Christmas together, the two of you had made each other small advent calendars. They were never extravagant—just simple and sweet, filled with things that reminded you of each other. Most of the time, they were sentimental, but this year, you decided to be a bit bolder and change things up.

You had been planning Mason’s advent calendar for weeks, and after putting in extra effort, it was finally ready. It took more time than usual, but you managed to finish it. The calendar sat on the coffee table next to the one Mason had made for you. Each door was carefully numbered and adorned with festive snowflakes and tiny golden stars. To Mason, it looked like any other advent calendar, but he had no idea what surprises lay behind the doors.

On the morning of December 1st, you rushed downstairs to open the first door of your advent calendar. Inside, Mason had placed a small heart-shaped heating pad. It made you smile because he knew how you were always cold and if he couldn’t warm you up himself, he wanted you to have something that reminded you of him. Hugging him, you kissed his cheek and said, “Thank you, babe. I’ll keep it in my pocket all the time.”

He kissed you back, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “Is this for me?” he asked, poking at the little calendar you’d made.

“Yes, but you have to promise me to open just one door a day. I worked really hard on this,” you said, trying to sound casual despite your fluttering heart.

Mason groaned dramatically. “Babe, I’m not a child. I have self-control.”

“Of course you do,” you teased, biting back a laugh. “Now, come on. It’s your turn. Open the first door.”

Rubbing his hands together with excitement, he carefully peeled open the first package labeled with the number one. Inside was a small packet of M&Ms��his favourite—wrapped neatly in festive foil.

“Yesss! Thank you, babe. These are my favourite!” He kissed your nose before opening the bag to eat his treat.

As you watched him, you couldn’t help but smile, waiting for him to discover his extra treat. He was so focused on the sweets that he almost didn’t notice the hidden Polaroid tucked inside. But as he went to set the calendar down, something caught his eye.

“Wait… what’s this?” he asked, his brow furrowing in curiosity.

Your stomach did a little flip as you watched his expression shift. Mason pulled out the Polaroid, his eyes widening and his cheeks turning red. The picture wasn’t overly scandalous, but it was far cheekier than your usual photos. You were wearing his hoodie, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smirk. The hoodie barely covered your bum, leaving plenty to the imagination.

“Baby…” he whispered. He looked up at you, his face a mix of awe and disbelief. “What’s this?”

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. “Oh, that? Just a little extra treat for you. Do you like it?”

A sheepish grin spread across his face, his dimples appearing. “Like it? Are you kidding? I love it.” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed deeper.

“Well, there’s one in every door,” you said, sheepishly. “I wanted to do something extra special this year.”

Mason blinked, trying to process your words. Then it hit him. His eyes widened, and before you could stop him, he lunged for the calendar.

“Wait, Mase! No—”

“I need to see the others!” he exclaimed.

You snatched the calendar away, holding it behind your back. “Nope. The point is to wait until Christmas. You need some self-control. Weren’t you the ‘master of your body’ last year during No Nut November?” you teased.

Mason groaned dramatically, slumping back onto the couch. “But how am I supposed to wait?”

“You’ll figure it out,” you replied with a smirk and kissed him on the cheek.

By day twelve, Mason’s patience was wearing thin. That day’s door held his favorite chocolate bar, but he barely glanced at it before pulling out the Polaroid. It showed you lying on the bed in a lacy black bralette and matching panties, your tousled hair making it look as though you’d just woken up.

Mason froze, his jaw dropping. “Do you like it?” you asked, fluttering your eyelashes innocently.

“Babe, please let me open just one more door. Please,” he begged, practically trembling with excitement.

Laughing, you shook your head. “Nope. Patience, Masey.”

By Christmas Eve, Mason was climbing the walls. He had barely made it through 23 days without breaking the rules. When he opened the final door on Christmas morning, his reaction was everything you’d hoped for and more.

Inside was your boldest Polaroid yet—a picture of you wearing nothing but a red Santa hat.

For a moment, Mason just stared, completely speechless. Then, without warning, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the bedroom.

“Mason, what are you—”

“Merry Christmas to me,” he muttered, kicking the door shut behind you with a grin that made you laugh.

The end. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writiring the story. 🩷

[museenkuss]

Marie Museenkuss Advent Calendar

For this advent season, I've prepared a selection of little treats - recipes, things to read or things to watch that I enjoy (or wrote) and am excited to share with you over the next few days. Each day, I'll 'open' another door to reveal the treat. I hope we can celebrate and have fun together!

[💎] To start, a cosy Christmas crime classic: Hercule Poirot's Christmas

[🦊] One of my all-time favourite fairy tales, Allerleirauh, can be read on this website! If you'd like to turn pages and see an illustration or two, you can also read it in the Green Fairy Book via archive.org, but beware - that version is censored!

[🪞] An all-time classic of a different kind, maybe just in time now that the New Year is slowly seeping in: Joan Didion's Essay "On Self Respect"

[💌] Feelings inspired to write? I’ve got some shimmering, cool, delicate december prompts ready for you!

[🗝️] In the spirit of the censored Allerleirauh: Read my thoughts on death, mutilation and the gruesome in fairy tales

[👢] On the morning of the sixth, German children will find little treats in their boots that Nikolaus left for them the night before. Let's use some of them (apples, marzipan(optional), nuts) to make a traditional German christmas treat - the Bratapfel. Rezept. Authentic English recipe.

[🏮] Let's take a virtual trip to the Tate and look at Sargent's Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose in two short videos that focus on description and technique!

[✨] The nostalgic excitement of entering a theatre and watching the other guests before the show - Chanel's A/W 2024/25 Haute Couture Show blends Opera and High Fashion.

[☕️] Today (very appropriate for the temperature drop), we're learning how to make French hot chocolate: [written recipe] [video]

[🦢] Do you have an hour to spare? Enjoy this charming little volume on perfume from 1928, a love letter to fragrance filled with anecdotes from all over the world and illustrated by the wonderful George Barbier: The romance of perfume by Richard Le Gallienne

[🌹] A Renaissance princess and her baroque prince... Here's a magical performance of Sleeping Beauty by the Bolshoi Ballet

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[🍰 ] With eleven days left, there's still more than enough time to make the Fortnum&Mason Christmas Cake in time for Christmas! [the official F&M christmas cookbook has a very similar recipe for a fruit cake, but without the soaking and with a layer of fondant on top. let me know if you'd be interested in that, I'll post a pic]

[💋] today, let’s read one of my favourite sensual poems for winter: Francis Jammes — Tu Seras Nu (You will be nude), translated by Kenneth Rexroth

[🖋] This sunday, let's write! Or, alternatively: Let's daydream! Here are some brand new prompts for inspiration.

[🎞️] In the spirit of daydreaming: You and I by Papooz, Weak for your Love by Thee Sacred Souls, Mystery by Raveena are three extremely different but visually stunning music videos to songs I absolutely adore. To start this week, take a little moment to watch and listen, dream and dance.

[🍷] Easy poached pears in red wine with vanilla - a gorgeous, ruby-coloured dessert. I've made (regular) poached pears before and they are just as easy as this title suggests. But I'm SO eager to try (and share <3) this variant!

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[🐻] After a long, tiring day of Christmas shopping (or Christmas stress), let's relax with a whimsical film! Panna a netvor (Beauty And The Beast) from 1978 <3

[💫] Imagine a zine, except more whimsical and more complicated - today, we're learning how to make a Victorian Puzzle Purse! They're so pretty, perfect add-ons for a christmas gift - or adorable presents in their own right.

[🩰] I feel like Christmas is the time where we can truly reconnect to the magic of childhood. So today, let's put on our (imaginary) ballet slippers and do a little 5-min Nutcracker ballet choreo in our living room! Whether we're dancers or not honestly doesn't matter - nobody is watching us, this is all about enjoying the fantasy of a snow-sparkling night. We're playing pretend! And if you'd rather improvise to something more dramatic, I used to whirl around to Borodin's Polovtsian Dances.

[🕰️] During this cold, dark evening, I present to you one of my favourite poems, caught between romanticism and irony: Heine's Old Chimney Piece (in translation).

[🎟️] About a year ago, Joel Haver made a video looking back on 4 years of uploading weekly short films. It's one of my favourite videos, visually, in its tone and regarding its message, and I feel now that the year is coming to a close, it might be a really inspiring watch: it's been fun.

[🎄] I wish I could invite you all over to show you the illustrated edition of E.T.A. Hoffmann's Nutcracker that my parents gifted me in 2001. Instead, I offer you a very nice translation: Nutcracker and the King of Mice - and, if you're the audiobook type, I found a good translation with Tchaikovsky's music here. The story is haunting, delicate, glittering, unheimlich. It starts on Christmas Day and infuses the following days and nights with magic. It was such a joy to share this Advent Calendar with you and I hope that with this, I can share some of my Christmas festivities with you, too, since they're so entwined with this story (and since the first chapters also somewhat accurately depict how I celebrate Christmas, too - on the evening of the 24th, after decorating the tree). Lots and lots of Love, darlings! I hope you have a magical day, a magical evening, and a very Merry Christmas!

[allywthsr]

SELFMADE CALENDAR | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando pack an advent calendar for each other!

wordcount: 1.6k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: my first advent calendar! I hope you like it, tell me your thoughts 🥹

advent calendar

You looked around you, it was the last day of November and you had an advent calendar to pack. You hid in your shared bedroom, sitting on the ground and figuring out what to give him on what day, while Lando sat in his gaming room to pack yours there.

It became a little tradition since you started dating, to make each other a calendar. Lando had an easier job than you, he could put face masks, bath salts, chocolate, and other stuff for every day and you‘d be happy, but for him, it was much more difficult. He couldn’t just eat tons of chocolate, or Jon would get mad, and he was a rich man, whatever he wanted, he could buy it himself, and he did.

This year you wanted to make the best advent calendar you had ever done, buying things he actually needed. Last week he complained that his underwear had little holes in them, just like some of his socks, so you went and bought him a few pairs of each, and could fill five bags already. Socks and underwear wasn’t the best thing to get gifted, but he really needed these and he would be happy, at least you hoped. Another thing you got him was a smaller size of his favorite Parfum, just as some shaving cream as a joke for his beard as well as some razor blades for his razor, and some aftershave you found in a store.

You wanted to get him things he actually needed and just wouldn’t lay around, you had done that in the last years, getting him small things, like a mini teddy bear with an ’I love you‘ T-shirt on, its cute, and he was happy about it, but it’s just sitting in one of his drawers. And gifting him things like a picnic or general time with you was also something you didn’t want to do, time with you shouldn’t be gifted, it should be something you do regularly and not be done just because you wrote it on a piece of paper. And you did it regularly, whenever you could you would go out to eat or just enjoy a movie night, cuddling until you fell asleep or doing other nsfw things.

Next, you put a self-made bracelet in a bag, you knew how much he loved things like this, especially bracelets. It’s something his mum started when she gifted him one for Christmas a few years back and now he collected them. You had gotten him a fair amount, but also a lot of fans made him some and he loved them, he was wearing them for days and weeks. So it was time you got him one, that wasn’t bought but made. It was papaya colored, mixed with some of his iconic neon yellow plus your favorite color, you also put the first letter of your name on it, so he always knew it was from you.

You did put a few chocolates in eight bags, he deserved it, after the season he had. The chocolates vary from typical chocolate Santa Claus’s to kinder bars, because those are his favorites, but for your own peace of mind with Jon, you put some protein bars or healthy versions of chocolate in there as well.

Something you were extremely proud of, was a T-shirt you made, where the girlfriend prints pictures of herself on it for her boyfriend to wear. This was more like a joke, but you knew he would love it and would wear it proudly.

You knew that Lando would freak out if he found out how much money you spent, so for some bags you kept it small, adding his favorite shower gel or a xxl pack of his favorite gum just as his favorite lip balm because you knew how he would complain about having dry lips in the winter, crying about how soft yours were because you used some chapstick regularly. And one of your favorite things you gotten him, was a little notebook where you painted the outside because you couldn’t find the right one for him. Now it looked like the perfect fit for him, and he could start journaling again, you noticed how his mental health was a bit down and you knew from when he was in therapy that journaling helped him. So you got him a notebook and a collection of beautiful pens for him to write his feelings down when he couldn’t communicate them. Maybe it was something that other people wouldn’t consider putting in an advent calendar, but you knew he needed it and he would be very happy about it. Sometimes he got shy when he talked about his mental health and it wasn’t always easy for him to talk about it, he tried but every now and then he just needed some time and a journal to get his thoughts out of his head.

For the last day, Christmas, you got a necklace that was made out of a small silver chain and had a tiny heart dangling on it, the extra was, that you had your first letter engraved on the back of the heart. Lando was a sucker for something so cheesy, and he told you recently how much he wanted a new necklace. He loved to carry something of you on him, in fact, a Polaroid picture of you, he took a few years ago, was resting in his wallet, whenever he pulled it out to pay for something, he looked at you with a smile and got reminded that he was extremely lucky to have someone like you on his side. With that in mind, you got him the prettiest necklace there was.

One thing you had to do, was to write little notes every day and put them in every bag, on some you‘d just written ’I love you‘ or ’thank you for everything‘ but some were more explicit and some were just really cheesy, but you wanted to add the last personal touch before closing the bags with a strip of washi tape and adding a number for every day. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

So you gathered as many of his bags as you could carry and brought them to a shelf in the living room, in the end, you needed to do three trips to get all of his twenty-four bags there but when you lined them all up, it looked perfect. The colorful bags added a nice touch to the atmosphere and decoration you already put up for Christmas. You were curious about what Lando had bought.

Lando was on the floor as well, looking around and seeing that he went overboard with your presents again. He just loved seeing you happy and getting you stuff, he tried to keep it lowkey and buy some face, hand, and foot masks but he could not not buy you something more fancy. A phone case from your favorite luxury brand waited for you in bag ten, your concealer he knew you loved to use was sitting next to his foot as well as your powder, ready to be put in a bag, he did put a lot of your favorite Christmas sweets in some bags just as some hair ties because you could never have enough of them. Because you two were alike he bought you your parfum. A few bath salts made their way into separate bags, he knew how much you loved a relaxing bath, every now and then he would join you, sitting behind you while cuddling and talking about the most random stuff, mostly evolving to dirty activities. Lando was just like you and didn’t like gifting time, so he only focused on putting material things into the bags.

A Pyjama that was red and christmasy looking sat next to him, he got the same for himself, so you could match during the night. It was cheesy but sometimes he loved it. Last week he bought a stuffie from your favorite animal, you loved to decorate the bedroom with stuffies and he saw it at the airport when he was flying back home from his last race of the season. Two books from your favorite author were put in two separate bags and your favorite chocolate waited for him to pack. A few hair and skin care products made their way into a few bags as well.

For the last bag of the calendar, he got you a bracelet where a heart was sitting with an ’L‘ engraved, you both didn’t know that the other got the same thing but he thought a bracelet was cute and he wanted you to wear his initial on your body, he didn’t care that he was selfish.

He had the same thought as you did and printed out twenty-four pictures of you and him, writing little messages on the back. ’I love you‘ or ’ Have a good day, love‘, was his favorite to write, and he put one picture per day into the calendar.

When he was finished, he brought the advent calendar into the living room as well, displaying them on the shelf next to the one where you had put his‘.

When he saw you standing in the kitchen and preparing the dinner for the day, he had to wrap his arms around your waist, pressing you into him, and place kisses on your neck and shoulders.

”I finished your advent calendar.“

”I did so too.“

”I‘m excited for you to see all of your presents.“

”Lando, I hope you didn’t go all out again. Last year you got me new shoes for the first day!“

”It’s not that crazy, I promise, smells good by the way.“

”Thank you, baby, it’s almost done, would you mind setting the table?“

”Everything for my love.“

taglist: @millinorrizz @jamieeboulos @loxbbg

[thelarriefics]

HOLIDAY FIC REC, PART V: Below you’ll find 25 fics that have to do with the holiday season.

📖 Larry Xmas Countdown 2024 by @28goldens (133k)

Different fic prompts posted across 25 days

📖 Twinkling Lights, Fated Nights by @darling-28 (87k)

A story about healing, love and finding home in each other.

📖 Home For The Holiday by @larrysmomfics (86k)

Harry needs to run away. In an attempt to get out of his own routine and his own life for a while and get over his extremely toxic ex, he decides on an emotionally fueled whim to do a house swap with someone in LA who's itching to get out of his own routine and get away from his best friend and business partner for a bit. In a quirky turn of events the best friend Liam was so desperate to get away from happens to be the most lovely, kind, and beautiful man Harry's ever met. What ensues is a self healing journey with the help of a found family, a wonderful man who becomes his home, and above all love. A "The Holiday" inspired AU where Harry meets Louis after agreeing to swap houses with a stranger on the internet for three weeks over the holidays.

📖 Secrets in Winter by @softfonds (82k)

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

📖 2024 Advent Calendar by @the-larry-way (40k)

25 independent one-shots with wintery/Christmas themes centering Larry Stylinson

📖 Heart Beat by @allwaswell16 (35k)

Hideaway Haven is the place that Louis has always called home. It's also the place that Harry had tried to leave behind him. When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

📖 You Should Be Here With Me by @lululawrence (34k)

The festive period is a traditionally hectic one in the world of Premier League football, and this year is no different. A lot is riding on how Manchester United is able to come through the fixtures in the coming weeks. Louis and his teammates know all too well the pressure that is on their shoulders. They need to prove, not just to fans of the club but the entire league, that they still have what it takes to be a team worthy of fighting for the top of the table. Throw in the fact that Louis is all too aware that he's not getting any younger in a profession that demands your peak physical fitness year round and the incredibly fit Harry Styles, who is part of the club's social media team, and this year's festive period might just be the most important one yet.

📖 I Guess I'll Surrender by @bravetemptation (29k)

A lad’s Christmas holiday provides the perfect opportunity for Louis and Harry to prank their friends. They decide to fake date. Feelings kind of get in the way

📖 We Can Roll in the Darkness by @letthemusicmoveyou28 (29k)

Or the one where Louis and his best mate Niall decide to take the plunge and open a pub. The goal is to open Christmas Day, but the building renovations are proving trickier than expected. Insert: a construction company with a questionable name, a certain curly haired builder who catches Louis’ attention, and a little festive chaos along the way.

📖 Your Reign is Free (to give along to Santa) by @londonfoginacup (28k)

It’s Christmas Eve. It’s a totally normal Christmas Eve. Harry and Louis have some friends coming by, and some totally normal birthday and Christmas plans. It’s a totally typical totally normal Christmas Eve. A fic that takes place over 24 (+1) hours where surely everything will go totally to plan. Happy Christmas, here’s to many more.

📖 One for the Books by @neondiamond (25k)

Or the one where there’s a bookshop, a cat, OT5 friendship, a budding romance, and all the festive vibes.

📖 Lonely Cards Club by @hellolovers13 (25k)

Harry's life in Cardiff is rather uneventful. Until he receives a strange Christmas postcard. It gets even stranger when he finds another one the next day. 💌 An Advent story about missed opportunities and second chances.

📖 light me up, put me on top by @larrydoinglaundry (24k)

Harry takes Louis back to Northern Europe to experience his first Nordic Christmas in their beloved cabin, surrounded by nothing but peace and snow. So much snow. Short "spin-off" to 'Love is a word, you gave it a name' universe. Takes place after the second part of the main story, but before the final epilogue.

📖 Secrets, Santa? by @indiaalphawhiskey (19k)

Right, okay, so Harry had confessed his deepest, darkest, dirtiest secrets to a stranger who turned out to be his boss. No big deal. This was probably just the beginning of Harry’s own hilariously heartwarming, wildly romantic Hallmark Christmas movie, come to life, right? …Right? -- very loosely inspired by Sophie Kinsella's Can You Keep A Secret?

📖 You Are The Fever (What A Lovely Way To Burn!) by @yoursolosong (18k)

Harry is an alpha who realizes he’s also into alphas and wants to be submissive. He battles between his instincts and what he wants.

📖 Christmas At Cedar Farm by @babyhoneyheslt (17k)

Inheriting a derelict farm with no knowledge on how to look after the land and a farmhouse in dire need of renovations, Harry’s stuck with two options; sell it, or do it up for himself. With the help of his friends and the cute farmer next door, Harry sees the potential and creates a Winter Wonderland at Cedar Farm.

📖 Santa, Baby by @hazzabeeforlou (16k)

Nothing in Harry’s life has gone to plan. From giving up his art dreams in favor of a stable 9-5, to singleness, to a bought with cancer that left him infertile, Harry finds himself wishing for a Christmas miracle. When one seemingly occurs, Harry meets the sperm donor of his dreams and begin to imagine the impossible. But not everything with Louis is as it seems, and soon an elusive art agent is adding to the chaos of Harry’s very unexpected holiday season. Set against the backdrop of New York City, this hallmark-style rom com is filled with a bit of drama, a drop of angst, and a touch of Christmas magic.

📖 knowing you're in love with me is the greatest gift of all by @dreamersdivin-headfirst (6k)

Harry just wants to fall back to sleep in his husband’s arms, wanting to treasure the quietness of Christmas morning before their kids wake up and realize what day it is. That dream is short lived when there’s a small shriek of joy from downstairs.

📖 I'll Show You How Good It Could Be by @lovingstheantidote (6k)

Harry makes Santa a drink and Louis gets naughty.

📖 me without you is like a present without a bow by @wecantalktomorrow (5k)

The reassurance from Louis had Harry grinning and running his hands down his husband’s sides. “I think you’re going to like it,” he murmured confidently, starting to play with the hem of his own jumper when he sat back against his husband’s bent knees. “Sorry you don’t get to unwrap it, though. Knew you’d be more reluctant to be tied up if you saw it first.”

📖 Mistletoe and Eggsnogging by @parmahamlarrie (5k)

Harry has a plan. It involves mistletoe, a night out at a club, and the hope that perhaps he might pull a nice boy tonight. The night does not go in any way like he had planned, but it all works out in the end.

📖 A Man After Midnight by @galacticlarry (4k)

Harry thought kissing Louis on New Year’s Eve would be a one-time thing, but they keep running into each other and it becomes a tradition. What happens when feelings start getting involved? Or the five times Harry kisses Louis on New Year’s Eve and the one time he kisses his boyfriend.

📖 Santa Baby (one little thing I really need) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (3k)

When Louis himself had first heard those words - all the nurses at the A&E have a secret line to Santa’s sleigh on Christmas Eve-, not nearly long enough ago to be considered a child himself, but long enough that he hadn't really felt like an adult all the time, he’d laughed them off. Thought they were sweet, of course, but just a line, something said to appease the kids who ended up having to stay overnight. Something to explain the presents that parents brought to the hospital on Christmas morning, or that were waiting for them at home, if they were lucky not to have to stay any longer. Something that would allow a little bit of Christmas spirit in the sometimes sterile rooms of the hospital. But that was before he’d met him.

📖 Have yourself a larry little christmas by @enchantedlandcoffee (2k)

A plan to exchange presents lead to more than both Harry and Louis bargained for.

📖 Too Many Beds - A Christmas Tale by @silverstuff50 (2k)

Louis was fine to share a room with any of the lads on their Christmas weekend away. Anyone, except the one lad he hates. He definitely hates him. He's annoying and big and gorgeous and, yeah, annoying.

[manmadejoyswithinmycomprehension]

I love your "homicipher x male reader" fanfics, please rest more and get inspired

Hi! Thank you for the concern! I'll definitely get some rest in the following weeks. Don't mind me using your comment to post a new fic :3 Also, I'll close my requests for now, but make a super cool advent calendar soon, so stay tuned!!!!

Mr. Silvair NSFW (solo play iykwim :3)

can you tell this was inspired by "One of The Girls" by the weeknd?? listen to it while you read this

He was tired. So, so, so fucking tired. He'd spent his entire day cleaning up his laboratory and gathering tools that fell from the other world, and JUST when he thought he had finished this entire ordeal, another earthquake shook up the ghost apartments and trapped him under a pile of rubble. His mangled body slithered out from between the chunks of concrete that scattered across the newly-formed hallways. It took Mr. Silvair a few good hours to regenerate to his usual form. Unfortunately, he had lost or damaged most of his materials in the surprising event, and this left him absolutely fuming. And then, as he dragged his weakened body back to the small base, Mr. Wheelchair stopped him in his tracks and talked his ear off about how sick he feels. Forcing a smile, Silvair promised to make a cure for him as he took more and more steps back, until the other man was out of sight.

Stomping and mumbling, he slammed the door to his hideout, waking Mr. Chopped up. While preparing to wail and complain, he noticed Mr. Silvair's pained expression, and pursed his lips - maybe it wasn't the time to talk to him. The doctor continued walking, aiming for his testing room. He locked the door behind him and collapsed on a chair, his forearms resting on the operating table. Shit, he hadn't felt this restless in a good while. Maybe since he was last alive, after a tough shift? Either way, Mr. Chopped must have gone back to sleep. He leaned back and sighed, wiping the sweat from his face with both of his hands. He spread his legs a little wider to get comfortable, his cock hard and aching. His arms fell to his sides and slumped down by his hips. Wasn't he supposed to keep the facade of a stoic doctor? Where was his self-control?

Ah, it didn't matter anymore... He dragged his pants down and freed his shaft, a droplet of precum already leaking from the tip. Mr. Silvair clicked his tongue, mentally berating himself for the obscenity of the situation. Hesitantly, he wrapped his hand around the base, making his way to the top in a slow, steady manner. The eerie man let out a huff, his entire body shaking - it had been too long, and he'd gotten way too sensitive for such activities. He licked his lips, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh to muffle another sound as his hand moved a bit faster, stimulating his private area before stopping altogether, giving him some respite, then restarting. Silvair's muscles rippled beneath his skin, a sheen of sweat covering his toned abdomen as it moved in tandem with his erratic breaths. With his free hand, he pulled the hem of his coat and shoved the material into his mouth, grunting into the stained fabric. If Mr. Chopped heard him, he'd much rather prefer to have the ground swallow him whole than live another day with that shame. He bit down on the coat, grinding his teeth against each other as he jerked himself off, squelching noises now bouncing off the walls of the room. His thighs shook and clenched with each movement, toes curling with every pass of his calloused palm against his tip. Mr. Silvair's ears started ringing and he threw his head back, stroking faster and faster, desperately trying to release some pressure.

His mind conjured up all sorts of images, even against his will; what if he had a woman as aroused as him, grinding her soaked pussy against his abs, clit dragging along his skin? Or perhaps a man who he could bounce on his knee as they helped each other, stimulating his balls with each movement as Mr. Silvair rubbed their cocks together? Each fantasy pushed him closer and closer to the edge, and he shoved the piece of fabric even more into his mouth to make sure Mr. Chopped wouldn't hear. He groaned and sputtered against it while ropes of hot, thick, sticky cum shot out of his reddened length.

The doctor sat back down on the chair and removed his coat, using it to clean the sweat off his body. He definitely felt more relaxed now, but some guilt still clung to him... Sighing, he got up and put away some of his materials, trying to focus on chores rather than his hardening cock.

[phone4pills]

NUTCRACKER DAY 3

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! no warnings apart from nerves and cringy dancing, but we all love ballerina!Reader

Behind the stage, there was an overwhelming buzz in the atmosphere. Girls were circling around you, running from one place to another and back again. Costumes. Makeup. Hair. Pointe shoes. Practice. Lighting. Sound. It was all so much to handle and your brain was becoming foggy with the thoughts that practically sprinted and hurdled around your mind.

“Six minutes before opening. First call!” The blood rushed through your head when the speakers rung to let you know how close it was until you’d have to get on that stage in front of thousands of people. You hurried into the dressing room, searching your shoulder bag for your phone. You quickly hit Chris’ contact. Your shoulders relaxed when you found that he’d already texted you. You didn’t think you’d text him otherwise.

Chris

How you doin’ back there, flower?

Chris, I’m really nervous.

Give me a minute the crowd is massive.

Not helpful :|

Sorry :(

You waited a couple minutes, eventually hearing a knock at the door. You opened it to find yourself boyfriend, Chris in the doorway. He had a suit black shirt and pink backwards hat on. You knew he’d refuse to wear a suit the one night you actually wanted him to. It’s as if he knew what you were thinking because he retorted, “Y’know I look cute.”

“Whatever, Chris. I’m really stressed out. What if I fuck up?” You shook your head, pulling him into the dressing room with an exaggerated huff. He tutted, taking a seat on one of the sofas and pulling you into his lap and stroking your thigh with utmost care.

“You won’t. Every time I’ve come to your house you’ve been practicing. I mean, I haven’t really seen you without those pointe shoes in months!” You realised how right he was. You’d been practicing like there was no tomorrow. The steps were basically engraved int you, and your muscle memory was… well, impressive. To say the least. But that was when you were in the comfort of your own home, or the studio. Now you’d be on a stage in front of a crowd that wasn’t even imaginable in your head. And you couldn’t pretend they were all pineapples, there would never be that many pineapples in a room together.

Chris noticed how your hands shook, and when they weren’t shaking they were fidgeting with your tutu, or picking at your tights. He felt bad, knowing how much pressure was in you when it came to playing Clara. It was the biggest part you’d landed in your entire career. Luckily, he had an idea.

“Hey, you remember when you first danced the Nutcracker? In eighth grade? You were the sugar plum fairy. And you’d forced me to spot you for hours?” Your eyes lit up, remembering your teenage self who was so dedicated to perfecting ever single step. Every detail. From the first toe to hit pointe to the highest finger on either hand. And you could vividly remember when Chris had had enough and threw you over his shoulder before taking you to your bed and warning you not to leave it again for the next hour.

The welcoming music snapped you out of your thoughts, playing quietly in the background from the speakers on the stage. That meant everyone was seated already. “3 minutes before opening. Second call!” You heard from the hallway. Chris hoisted you up in a rush, pulling you close. He began to rock side to side, dancing lousily. You giggled, laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you moved around the dressing room to the notes of the piano that were barely ringing through the walls.

After a mere minute, he was spinning you away from him. And you pirouetted with little effort. The smile that spread across his face was heartwarming. You looked so gorgeous just turning in your baby pink costume, gold adornments gleaming under the warm lights.

“One minute before opening. All dancers in positions. Final call!” You gave Chris a kiss, and the two of you swiftly left the dressing room, he sped down to the audience’s seats while you made your way towards the left entrance. In that moment you knew it. You felt it. You were ready. And then the lights came on and the music pulled you onto stage.

Thank you for opening this part of the calendar, there will be more to come ! In the meantime, you guys should tell me about your Christmas. Also I love ballerina!Reader so credits to anyone who writes for her. I might do more but this is to for now. ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ, sorry for any mistakes.

- ©phone4pills

[dreaminrainbows]

Happy 28th!! This month is so long how is it still not over???? Here are some amazing fics that got me through January

Pretty Please (With Sugar On Top)  by angelichl/@angelichl | [113k]

Harry is a sugar baby omega who cons rich alphas for a living. Louis is a rich alpha with too much self-control.

I like the way you say my name (when you soak it in grace) by louisismycat (tiflamomet)/@liminalkittyfics | [73k]

“It’s like I’m fucking orbiting around you, you know? Like you’re some huge, beautiful planet, and I’m a piece of space junk lucky enough to be pulled in by you somehow, and now I can’t leave, even if I wanted to. And I really fucking don’t want to leave.” OR Louis is transferred to a new city to temporarily cover for his counterpart while he is on maternity leave for the next six months. His new co-workers talk endlessly about Harry, the omega who he’s covering for. And Louis finds himself jealous of whatever alpha as snatched him up. Until he learns Harry is actually an unmated omega three months out from becoming a single parent. Title from “Say My Name” by Prince of Eden

2024 Advent Calendar by larryftnoctrl/@the-larry-way | [47k]

25 independent one-shots with wintery/Christmas themes centering Larry Stylinson

I am adding the whole calendar since I've read most of the fics in it, strongly encouraging you to do the same

A Frail Farewell by Rearviewdreamer/@all-these-larrythings | [44k]

Louis can’t believe his luck when he is offered one of the easiest jobs he has had as a long-term house-sitter for the wealthy. He loves the money, and the peace and quiet of the empty mansions he looks after. Most of all he likes that there are no surprises until he gets the shock of his life from ex-pop star Harry Styles who isn’t supposed to be home.

Buried Like Treasure by QuickedWeen/ @becomeawendybird | [40k]

Prince Harry Styles is very private. He chooses to keep himself out of the public eye but feels lonely and isolated while surrounded by people in his hectic royal life. When he finishes his dissertation, he decides to take a solo holiday to one of the royal family's properties in the Swiss Alps. Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. Neither one of them expects a natural disaster.

If I had no love to give (I wouldn't give it to you) by kingsofeverything/@kingsofeverything | [30k]

Small town restaurateur Louis Tomlinson needs someone competent to work in his kitchen. Chef Harry Styles needs a job.

Want It Flowing Through My Streams by screwstyles | [30k]

Wimbledon ABO AU: Harry has just qualified for his first Grand Slam, and he’s prepared to make the most of it – that is, until his heat unexpectedly hits him only a few days before his first match. And it’s just his luck that Louis Tomlinson, the resident bad boy of British tennis, is the only person around to help him.

Cold Calls by xunorthodox/@ltwritten | [17k]

Harry tilted his head, his green eyes scanning Louis' face in a way that made his skin crawl. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" Against his better judgment, the cracks in his composure widen as he says, "What do you want me to say, Harry? You've got a job to do. I'm not going to sit here and guilt you into staying." OR Louis is nearing the severe stages of touch depri and alpha drop. Harry just can’t stay away.

No Bunny But You by crinkle-eyed-boo (KimmieRocks)/@crinkle-eyed-boo | [13k]

“So you saw the bunnies then?” Harry clarifies, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, those were a bit of a surprise,” Liam huffs. “I mean, they definitely weren’t part of what we commissioned from him, but they’re kind of cute, right?” Harry sputters a laugh. “What?” Liam asks, the furrow in his brow deepening. “They are cute little bunnies!” “Cute little bunnies that are fucking,” Harry snickers. “What?” Liam gasps. “Liam,” Harry says, trying to school his face into a serious expression. “Those bunnies are fucking.” A slow Monday night behind the bar turns into something else entirely thanks to a new mural and a new customer.

sip it slowly and pay attention  by vintagehistories/@adoredontour | [12k]

“So I’ve got a guy I think you might like,” Louis says. He’s standing in the doorway of Harry’s office, drinking from what is most definitely Harry’s mug. “You’re going to set me up?” Harry asks, rightfully wary. He can’t imagine that this could end well. “Don’t look so afraid.” Louis takes a sip from his mug, wincing as it burns him. Harry rolls his eyes. He’s always warning Louis to be more patient before he loses all his taste buds. “I know you better than anyone else. Who better to set you up on dates than me?” “I guess you’re right,” Harry says, still slightly hesitant. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Louis, but. He doesn’t trust Louis’ taste. Louis has about the same track record with men that Harry does, if not quite as extensive. or, harry is a guidance counselor, louis is an english teacher, and harry just wants to go on one successful date

Tease You, Please You by homosociallyyours/@homosociallyyours | [12k]

Marcy is the best assistant Louis could ever imagine having, and it’s not just because she’s good at her job, though she is. No, what really makes her the perfect fit for Louis is just how easy it is to make her blush and squirm and fall all over herself, and Louis rarely misses an opportunity to get a rise out of her. It’s not until a new drummer joins the band at the last minute, taking away some of Marcy’s time and attention, that Louis starts to wonder if there might be more to it than she’s realized. But has she already messed things up with Marcy with her teasing? There’s only one way to find out.

Fix Me Up by heartbreakwthr | [10k]

Prompt 96: omega harry is in love with the sexy alpha maintenance man named louis who is no doubt a little older than him with the sexiest beard and tattooed hands he has the peaky blinder haircut!!! for the love of god pls and at first harry is so content with his dreams and fingers because stuff in his flat breaks a LOT, harry is quite clumsy you see? so louis has to come fix stuff allllllllll the time so harry gets plenty of wank material when he’s around, can’t help slicking up at just the sight of him (louis tries very hard to ignore this the first 10 times because he was raised to be a respectful alpha but harry just smells so good and he’s so goofy and sexy, so hard to eventually resist) but then harry gets the real thing from louis and they fuck so hard and amazing that they break something and louis is like lmao i can fix that and harry is like swoon

I Roll 'til I Change My Luck by larry_hiatus/ @larry-hiatus | [8k]

Dating is hard enough when you're gay. When Louis reveals to his Tinder matches that he uses a wheelchair and has a service dog, things tend to get even more complicated. Too bad the guys on dating apps aren't as sweet and understanding as his best friend Harry...

i met a superhero. by Anonymous | [7k]

Harry has fibromyalgia and Niall is an idiot, leaving Louis to bump into Harry at 6am in a hospital corridor. It ends up as something much more wonderful than Harry ever could have expected, stood with a walker in his ratty PJs after a nasty flare-up, and he finally finds someone who can love him just the way he is.

You're Music To My Eyes by FallingLikeThis & RecycledStardust/ @fallinglikethis | [5k]

Louis' life is made so much easier when he finally starts using the amazing app for the visually impaired that Niall had him download months ago. Harry discovers a new way to treat people with kindness when his mother introduces him to the app as a sighted volunteer. Is it inevitable that their paths will cross?

Just Two Stars Passing By by QuickedWeen/ @becomeawendybird | [5k]

Harry blew up on TikTok and became a fashion commentator during the pandemic. Now, all of a sudden, big channels are asking him to cover their red carpets and premieres. Somehow he ends up covering arrival fashion for the 2024 Euros, and somehow Louis Tomlinson already knows his name.

a little bit stressed out by orphan_account | [1.8k]

Shawn takes a deep breath. “He’s scaring me.” “Harry’s scaring you?” Niall frowns. “Listen, he might be a global pop phenomenon and have been part of an Oscar-winning film, but he’s just a regular guy. You saw that in rehearsals. What’s changed? Oh, I know. Does he keep telling you the story about how he used to be a baker?” Shawn shakes his head. “No, I’m not talking about Harry. Harry’s great. I’m talking about his boyfriend.” “Louis? Louis is 5’8.” “And what about it?” ~ Or, Harry is starring in a romcom, and Louis keeps terrorizing his poor co-star.

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4 Days Before Christmas—Headcanon Edition!!

Character Select～𝒮𝒽𝓊𝓊 𝒮𝒶𝓀𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾

♪ I’d like to think Shuu relishes in the holidays, especially Christmas.

Sure in the games he says—just like the other boys—that he doesn’t care for it, but deep down he does.

♪ It’s the feeling of nostalgia and peace he finds cathartic in realizing that just for a day, a small moment, he and his family can play house.

And sure, playing “house” does have its downsides—hence why he isn’t all for the act—the holidays brings out a side of him that many wouldn’t think to be possible. Especially for someone as reserved, withdrawn, and apathetic as Shuu.

For a moment—one could even describe him as human with his true love for Christmas.

♪ Even if they all know it won’t last, and once the clock strikes 12 it’ll all be over like some fairytale: don’t be surprised when you see Shuu sitting on his signature couch, lounging about by the fire place, listening to the crackles and basking in the soft aureate glow from the tree lights and lanterns plastered on the wall, with a small smile creeping up on his lips, as his sapphire eyes glisten with a comforting touch once his brothers open gifts and glee with excitement.

♪ That’s what keeps him going. The childlike innocence in the profound realization that this is what living was made for. All for the small, trinket sized moments he can softly admire like a pretty marble in his hand, softly turning it around should he wish.

♪ He’s also definitely a great gift giver.

♪ Since the boy is so attentive, even without trying, he catches onto the small things people mention—even in light mundane conversation. It makes for a good party trick when he outdoes everyone every year for the sheer amount of gifts he gives.

♪ In fact, one year, the Sakamaki boys were shocked to see how crazy the gift giving got—with each boy receiving 8-10 presents each. Not including the stocking stuffers and the advent calendars Shuu invested in.

♪ Shuu loves decorating too—it’s the best part of the holiday and he WILL fight Reiji if the boy even so much dares to disrupt his artistic vision.

(Newsflash—Shuu always gets his way and it looks like it came out of a Dr. Seuss children’s book every time. Shuu will NEVER compromise on nostalgia. Never.)

♪ Seriously, the boy goes all out and by Christmas you’ll see the large 30 ft tree, reaching the ceilings with that golden shining star, with mountains of gifts on the bottom, threatening to fall in its sheer grandeur.

♪ Since Shuu has so much money to spend, spending it on others gives him more gratification and self fulfillment in knowing he can make others smile—in a way, healing his inner child when being devoid of all things “fun” and “childish” due to his position as Heir to The Throne™️.

He’s 100% like Emily from Pretty Little Liars and her disposition towards Christmas.

♪ Shuu doesn’t mind not receiving any gifts. All he cares about is knowing that he can spend actual quality time with others. After all, with all the money in the world at your disposal what don’t you have?

♪ He’s not much of a baker, but if need be he’ll indulge in it just for the spirit, despite not having so much of a sweet tooth.

♪ You’ll see him with some hot cocoa though, 100%.

[mintharabaenrelore]

The Larian Advent Calendar is the best thing that's ever happened to me. BEHOLD!

"CHAPTER IV

BEARER OF A SOLEMN WARNING

They landed in a dim-lit hall, where a girl of ten stood standing; soaked in the blood of the assassin sent to kill her in the landing. A wicked smile crossed her face, twisted and serene, and in return, Minthara’s grin grew reflecting what she’d seen.

“A fine death", purred Minthara at what her younger self had done; her eyes gleaming with memories of early battles she had won. And that one time that her mother tried to kill her in the dark. When she first felt something within her igniting like a spark.

The owlbear’s grumble filled the air at an octave deemed concerning. As if to say, perhaps Minthara missed points in lessons she should be learning. “Look on this and change your ways,” Fredrik warbled, feathers ruffled. “Murder poisons all within, and soon your heart will buckle.”

The ghost was sure his warning struck, conveyed in solemn swell, and her nodding smile assured him that she’d understood it well. Yet all she caught were frantic clucks, the words lost in a crack; for her potion of animal speaking lay stashed in her other slacks."

Larian, I love you. Minthara fans, this is a good day!

[greenhouse-seven]

Greenhouse Seven's 2024 Fic Rec Advent Calendar

Day 1 🎄

Starting off our Advent Calendar with 2 Fics!

Title: Gift Author: @sophie-hatter-jenkins Main Pairing: Hinny Who recc'd this fic? Self-Rec Tell us why you love this fic? Yep, it's a self-rec, and I feel very self-conscious about it, but I'm quite proud of this festive micro. Plus, there are cute kids, and Harry with a baby in a carrier which will probably melt your ovaries. Sorry not sorry.

Title: A Thing For Lumberjacks Author: @voldemorts-tap-shoes Main Pairing: Romione Who recc'd this fic? @nena-96 Tell us why you love this fic? This is a sweet and wholesome fic and I always have a nice cozy feeling when I read it

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For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day Thirteen: Traffic

Ao3

Dean stares at the strip of pictures they had taken a few days ago, at a photo booth. They had done a few different poses, but Dean is focused on the last one. Cas has his head thrown back in a laugh, while most of Dean’s head is hidden underneath the Santa hat that Cas had pulled over his eyes, moments before the picture was taken. Damn, Cas looked so good with the genuine joy spread across his face.

They had both known that there was an expiration date on their time together and yet Dean hadn’t been able to stop himself from falling for Cas.

It was just supposed to be a favor for Sammy. Sam had called him up about two weeks ago, to ask if one of his colleagues/friends could stay with Dean for a few days, while the guy attended a conference. Dean hadn’t minded, he had a whole house to himself and the thought of actually sharing it with someone had made Dean happy. Of course he didn't know that the nerdy guy, Sam had been telling him about for a couple of years now, would turn out to look that hot. Initial attractiveness aside, they had just clicked from day one and had been inseparable since their first meeting.

Dean had known that Cas would be leaving for England, after the one week conference. But he had still gone and caught feelings for the dorky history professor. And now Cas was at the airport, waiting for his flight, while Dean sulked in self pity. Dean gently swipes his finger over the soft smile that Cas is wearing in the first picture, not being able to help himself and smile in return.

Oh. Oh.

Dean hadn’t just caught feelings for Cas. He had fallen in love with him.

Making a split second decision, Dean grabs his keys and runs out the door. He takes the stairs in one long stride, in his haste to get to Baby. Revving the engine he leaves his driveway with squealing tires.

—

Dean taps his fingers against the steering wheel anxiously. He chances a glance at his watch and lets out a frustrated sigh. Cas’ plane is scheduled to take off in about ten minutes and if this traffic jam doesn’t clear up soon, Dean won’t be able to make it in time. That’s what he gets for taking the highway a few days before Christmas. He should have taken the longer route, which would have taken up less time in hindsight.

Dean sighs in relief, when traffic finally starts moving faster than a snail’s pace. Once he has taken the exit, he pushes down on the gas. He makes sure to stay close to the speed limit though, since it wouldn’t help him if he got pulled over now. Another glance at his watch tells him that Cas’ flight is boarding in a few minutes.

As soon as Baby is parked, Dean is running up to the airport doors. He checks the flight list to find Cas’ gate number and makes his way there as fast as he can. When he gets there the door to the jetway is already closed and Dean can just watch in dismay as he watches the plane take off down the runway.

Dean sinks into one of the chairs with his head in his hands. He might have just fumbled the best relationship of his entire life. Dean can feel his heart breaking, even though they weren’t even together. He sits there for a few minutes mourning the loss of a relationship that never even existed. Wiping away the stray tears that had escaped his eyes, Dean stands up from his seat. Resolutely Dean makes his way back to Baby, in the knowledge that he will allow himself to really, truly break down once he is alone in his home.

On the way back Dean makes sure to stay away from the highway as much as he can. He makes it back to his home in less time than it took him to get to the airport. Yeah should’ve stayed away from the highway the first time around. Though if Dean is being honest with himself he wasn’t really thinking about anything but Cas on his way to the airport.

Once Dean steps out of the car he notices the person sitting on the steps. That trench coat is unmistakable and Dean just stays rooted to the spot in shock.

“I couldn’t go through with it.” Cas says as he stands up from where he was sitting on one of the porch steps, as Dean finally gets his legs to move. “I was about to board the plane, when I realized that I don’t want to leave you.”

While Cas was talking, Dean had steadily moved closer and is now just standing inches away. They stare at each other for a few seconds, before they are pulling each other into a desperate kiss. Once they finally part they rest their foreheads against each other, just enjoying their closeness.

“Are we crazy for this? Isn’t this too much, too soon?” Cas asks.

“Well at least we are crazy together. You know I was at the airport trying to stop you from going back to England. I must have just missed you.” Dean admits into the air between them.

Cas looks shocked at that, before letting out a low chuckle. “I’m so glad I didn’t get on that plane now. You know, while I was waiting for my plane to board, I was hoping you would show up and confess your love for me, like in one of those cheesy rom coms. At the last second I decided that if you didn’t show up, I would just take fate into my own hands and get a Taxi. But I was greeted by a locked door and you and Baby were nowhere to be seen.”

“Fucking traffic man. I made the mistake of taking the highway and was stuck for like 30 minutes. I watched your plane take off. I thought I had just lost the love of my life, before we even got to be in a relationship.” Dean confesses.

Dean can feel Cas stiffen in his arms. What had he- Oh. Had he just blurted out that he was in love with Cas?

Before he can truly begin to spiral, Cas tugs him into another kiss. This one much gentler than their first one, but somehow also deeper.

“I love you, Dean.” Cas says, after they withdraw from their kiss.

A smile breaks out across Dean’s face and a matching one is starting to form on Cas’ face.

“I love you, too.” Dean utters.

They kiss again. This time it’s more a press of lips against lips, their smiles too big to really make the kiss any deeper. Dean is really looking forward to what other kisses they get to share in the future.

Cas shivers in Dean’s arms and Dean takes in Cas’ state. He must have waited out here for at least 20 minutes.

“Let’s get you inside and warmed up. We can figure out everything else later.” Dean says as he takes Cas’ hand and pulls him into the house.

[aanoia]

for the christmas thing, i think a oneshot that's basically just james and reader with a mistletoe. could be at a party or maybe even while they decorate their house!! whatever you want to do with that prompt is fine though :)

thank you so much for the request, I hope you love it!

𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔

James Potter x reader day one of the christmas advent calendar words; 849 warnings; none this one is so sweet :) also it's december finally, literally the best month of the year and my birthday (which is christmas on the dot)

‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ played softly as I entered the Lupin homestead. I smiled as I shrugged off my scarf and coat, gently placing them on the coat rack before walking into the living room.

“Oh, Y/n! You made it!” Lily said happily, leaving the warm side of her boyfriend to give me a tight hug. 

“Lily! I’ve missed you.” I responded, hugging her back just as tight.

“Me too, it’s been ages since we’ve last seen each other, hasn’t it?” She asked and I opened my mouth to answer, but was cut off as a large black dog came running into the living room, a dripping spatula caught between its teeth.

Remus ran in after Sirius, “Sirius! Enough, give me back the spatula. Dogs can’t have chocolate, idiot!”

Sirius transformed into his human self, “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m not a dog then, isn’t it?” He looked over to me and licked the spatula. “‘Ello, love, how have you been doing?”

I snorted and pulled him into a hug, “Quite well, if I must say. And you?”

He winked, “I’ve been great. Having a place with your boyfriend, just your boyfriend, is great. If you know what I mean.” I shook my head as I gave Remus a hug, mumbling quiet hello’s to each other.

“Gross.” Peter said, walking out of the kitchen, wearing the most hideous, wretched Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen.

I raised my eyebrows, “Wow, Peter, you really took the ugly part seriously.”

“It’s not ugly, what do you mean?” Peter’s girlfriend, Amanda (sorry to the Amanda’s) piped up and I refrained from rolling my eyes.

“Amanda, you’re here.” I said with a fake smile.

She looked me up and down and grimaced. “I am. For some reason.” She mumbled at the end, walking back into the kitchen. I made eye contact with Lily and she rolled her eyes at her antics.

Everyone retreated to the kitchen as I set my purse down on the coffee table and smiled at the large Christmas tree.

“Everyone gets a hi but me, huh?” I jumped as a voice sounded from behind me.

I turned around, “James. Hi.” 

He smiled and pulled me into a hug. “Hello, how have been, love?” He asked softly.

“I’ve been good, how about you?”

“Much better now that you’re in front of me.” He said, taking a step to the side and bringing me with him.

I looked into his eyes as he kept nudging us gently, “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you moving us?”

“Am I moving us?”

I glanced to the side and laughed, taking a step back before we got underneath the mistletoe.

“Not a chance, Potter.” I said smugly, walking past him and into the kitchen with everyone else.

“I’ll get you tonight, L/n.” He called after me and I shook my head.

The oven dinged and Sirius gasped excitedly.

“The cookies!” He exclaimed, jumping up and running to the oven.

Remus shot up, “Sirius, no, you’ll-” Sirius yelped in shock as he burned his finger. Remus sighed, “Burn yourself. Come here.” 

I carefully took the cookies from the oven and Remus bandaged up Sirius’ burn. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet smell of the fresh cookies.

“They smell delicious.” I said as I set them on top of the pot holder on the counter. “You did great, Remus.”

He smiled at me, “Thank you.”

“Y/n, come here.” James said, beckoning me over to the doorway.

I shook my head as I took the mittens off, “Nope.” I said as I muttered a cooling spell on the cookies and carefully picked one up.

“Please?” He said. I smiled and walked over, shoving a cookie in his mouth before he could conjure a mistletoe.

I booped his nose as he ate the cookie, defeated. “Stop trying to get me to walk under a mistletoe.”

A few candy cane shots later and everyone was up dancing to ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’. A hand grabbed mine and spun me around as I laughed loudly. James put his other hand on my waist as we swirled and swayed. I failed to notice the way he was gently moving us over, step by step. Eventually, the song ended and a softer one came on as everyone calmed down.

James cleared his throat, “Well, what a coincidence.”

I looked at his face, humming in question before my eyes caught the shimmering of a crystal. I looked up and my heart beat rapidly in my chest as I stared at the mistletoe.

“We can’t break tradition.” He whispered and my eyes met his.

“You’re an ass.” I whispered back before smashing my lips against his. His arm snaked around my waist and bent me backwards slightly as my hand made its way on his cheek. It was nothing short of magical, literally.

“We should go on a date.” He said breathlessly once we pulled away.

I smiled and placed a small kiss on his lips. “If you’re lucky.”

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