#wishing you all a very merry halloween season

[actuallysaiyan]

Kiss you once and then some more And wish you a Merry Christmas baby(Boss!Kento Nanami x Fem!Secretary!Reader)

warnings: smut, mentions of drinking, lots of Christmas imagery, office party setting, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, power dynamics, boss x secretary, creampie finish word count: 2.6k pairings: Boss!Kento Nanami x Fem!Secretary!Reader summary: the holidays are coming up, and all you can wish for is to be able to steal a little kiss from your boss while under the mistletoe. when you volunteer to help out with the annual Christmas party, you realize your boss never got the chance to decorate his office. just a little mistletoe won't hurt, will it? a/n: This is an early Christmas gift for all of us simping so hard for Kento Nanami and wish we could find him under the tree on Christmas morning. Special thanks to @beneathstarryskies who has been fuelling my love for Kento even before I started watching JJK

It was always crazy to you how fast the office changed after Halloween. Down came the pumpkins and paper craft decorations of witches on broomsticks and sheet-wearing ghosts. And with them, people started decorating for Christmas fairly early on in November. People who were bored out of their minds would spend their time cutting up paper to resemble snowflakes, others would buy very fancy yet tacky decorations to dress up their desks. You weren’t above them, most certainly not. Your own desk was properly decorated for the season. You even laid out a bowl of candy canes and chocolate for those who stopped by your desk before going into work or just leaving for the day.

The one person you truly wished would grace your presence was your boss, Nanami Kento. He was a very busy man, so he often didn’t have the time to stop and chat. With him being so busy all the time, and especially more so around this time of year, you were always eager to help him out with anything he needed. Kento regularly looked to you for the help he needed, but your relationship never went anywhere further than a professional one. Nobody would ever find out how much you were pining for him. Not even he knew your true feelings for him, or so you thought.

And as the days ticked on and November became December, you found yourself giddy for the holidays. It was always a hustle and bustle and things were tense in the office days leading up to Christmas Eve, but it was exciting for you. You balanced your time between Christmas shopping and working hard to make sure the big project for the office was going off without a hitch. Despite everyone else wigging out with stress, you were the glue to keep everything together. You were the first person to bring someone a steaming mug of coffee or tea when they desperately needed it. You were the one who kept all the files neat and tidy, ready for whoever needed them. And you were always the one who brought a little extra food for those who were staying late most nights.

A Christmas staff party is announced, and you’re the first one to sign up to make sure the thing goes well. You’re in charge of bringing food and drinks. Your heart flutters with joy when you see your boss’ name written on the RSVP list. He was going to finally get a chance to relax and mingle with the rest of you. You wonder if maybe you could manage to get him to give you a little kiss under the mistletoe. With thoughts of a possible office romance blossoming, you spend the next few days plotting and planning.

The afternoon of the Christmas party, everyone gets to go home early. You managed to pack a bag of things for yourself considering you decided to get ready here since you were in charge of preparing and catering the food and drinks. With most of the appetizers and drinks premade the night before, all you had to do was find a table suitable to hold everything. With that taken care of, you made your way to the women’s locker room. The water pressure isn’t nearly as good as the one in your apartment, but you know you need to take a shower.

With yourself clean, you begin getting dressed and fussing over your hair and makeup. As you’re getting pampered and pretty for your boss, you call one of the local pizza places nearby and place a large delivery order. Everything was coming together perfectly. You hoped that Kento would see just how hard you’ve been working on not only this but everything else leading up to this day. 

It’s just past 7 pm when the first few people start arriving. Some of those who volunteered to set up games and other activities are the early ones. Then as the hour ticks by, you notice that the party is almost in full swing. Still, no sign of Kento anywhere. You figured he would probably be showing up anytime soon. Yet as everyone is full tilt into party mode, you find yourself longing to see your boss. 

You have a drink, mingling with your colleagues by the punchbowl. Your eyes keep darting all around the room, but to no avail. He’s not here, and as it gets a little later, you worry maybe he was just too tired to join the festivities. You decide to take a little walk around the office, hoping to spot him as he’s coming in.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen yourself up and touch up your makeup, you pass by Kento’s office. It’s so dark and lonely in here. You realize he hasn’t even put up any decorations. It makes you a little sad to see this. So you go to your desk and fish out a mistletoe decoration. Once you’re back in Kento’s office, you begin trying to affix the cute little decoration to the ceiling.

“And just what are you doing?” a deep voice calls from the doorway. Your heart nearly stops.

“Oh! Nanami-san! I’m just trying to spread a little holiday cheer.”

He smirks at you, and his eyes follow your gaze to the ceiling. The little mistletoe hangs just above you, almost as an invitation for him to come press his lips against yours. You jump a little as the sound of the door closing startles you. Kento moves closer to you, a smile on his face.

“Please, just call me Kento. No need for formalities here.”

Your cheeks redden at his words. But you nod and smile, asking him how he’s enjoying the party. You notice a flute of champagne in his hand. So he is trying to mingle and enjoy himself. He takes a sip of the effervescent drink.

“This was exactly what I needed. I’ve been too focused on my work lately.”

You smile sweetly, “I’m glad you can take the chance to relax. You really deserve it, Kento.”

He loves the sound of your voice. Especially when you’re saying such sweet things to him. He downs the rest of the champagne, and then he approaches you. Without warning, he reaches up to help you pin the mistletoe to the ceiling. Your cheeks burn at being so close in proximity. He smirks at your reaction, then he cups your cheek softly.

“Does this mean I can steal a kiss?”

Your heart stops for a moment, only to begin racing. You can barely think of the right words. A soft “yes” falls from your lips before he presses his lips to yours. The entirety of his being is invading all your senses. He smells like fancy cologne, and his lips are so soft and plush and his broad frame feels so good against your smaller body.

When he pulls away, you’re breathless. He chuckles softly before he leans back in for a second kiss. This one is hungrier, and your brain finally catches up to what you’re doing. You press yourself against him even more, your lips moving in tandem with his. His large hands glide up and down your sides, admiring the velvet dress you decided to wear. 

“Did you get all dolled up just for me?” he asks, his lips now nipping and kissing the tender flesh of your neck.

You breathe out, “yes…just for you.”

He knows you’ve been pining for him for so long. If he said he hadn’t found you so fuckable the moment he met you, he would be lying. How often he had to hide himself in his office just to push back lewd thoughts almost every day. Kento was basically obsessed with you, but he didn’t want to ruin your professional career by pushing things further. Tonight was the exception. When he saw just how much work you put into this party and your appearance, he knew he had to make his move.

His hands slide up your sides to your breasts. He cups them, squeezing slightly. This earns him a soft mewl from you, and it makes his cock twitch in his expensive dress pants. Kento had also made quite the effort to make sure his appearance was perfect just for you.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against your skin.

You gasp when he pulls the top of your dress down, revealing your bare breasts to him. He doesn’t even really give you time to react before he’s dipping his head down to capture one of your perky nipples into his mouth. You’re melting under his touches, and your knees are buckling from the ministrations.

You look down at him, your hands shaking as you reach out to cup his head. This keeps him affixed to your tits. Your fingers card through his beautiful blond hair, then your nails rake against his scalp. He shudders at the sensation before he turns his attention to your other nipple.

“I won’t lie.,” he says as he suckles on the bud. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for months.”

You feel your cheeks turning crimson, “Nanami-san! T-that’s so filthy.”

You feel him spanking your thigh, a lewd but dark look in his eyes as he looks up at you. You know you must have pushed some buttons just now. He looks even more determined than before.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Kento?”

You stammer out a few excuses, but he just shuts you up with another searing kiss. As he kisses you hard, his hands begin to peel off that cute little dress you put on just to impress him. He tosses it behind him, then pulls you closer to him. Your soft skin smells of peppermint and vanilla; a decadent mixture to delight his senses. He groans as his fingers tease your clothed cunt, finding you so wet already.

“I think you’ve been fantasizing about this just as much as I have been.”

His words make you blush even more than before, but you can’t help but agree with what he’s saying. It was true, you both had been thinking about this moment for a long time. And now that it was finally happening, you could barely calm your little racing heart.

“So wet just for me…” he mentions as he lets his fingers push back your panties.

Your eyes screw shut in pleasure, and you let out a shaky breath as Kento expertly rubs your swollen clit. You knew he’d be good at this, but you never thought he’d know the perfect ways to get you off. Then his fingers slide down further, prodding your tight little hole. He smirks as he feels just how much you’re dripping for him. There’s hardly resistance as he slips two of his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing your nub.

“Such a dirty little secretary you are. I bet you want me to bend you over this desk and take my frustrations out on you, don’t you?” He asks as he presses his face into the crook of your neck. His breath is so hot against your skin, and his teeth graze your pulse point.

You can’t even answer him properly. Your mind is just buzzing from all the lustful heavy petting that’s going on. He loves the way he’s rendered you into a moaning mess already and he hasn’t even fucked you. Despite knowing he should be getting you ready for his cock, he knows you both don’t have all the time in the world. Eventually someone will come looking for either of you.

With both of his hands, he pushes you against the desk. You squeal as he rips your panties off and shoves them into your open mouth. The taste of your own arousal makes you clench around nothing.

“Just be a good girl and be quiet. I promise, I’ll make you cum.”

You don’t need any more convincing than that. He spreads your thighs with his knee, and you begin to hear the sounds of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping those fancy dress pants. You attempt to turn around to see how big his cock is, but Kento is quick to push your head down against his desk. 

There’s the unmistakable sound of him spitting onto your cunt as he spreads your asscheeks. Then you feel the tip of his cock prodding your tiny hole. You know already that this will be quite the stretch. Kento groans as he slides into you slowly, savoring the way your cunt is already trying to milk him for everything he’s got.

The moment he bottoms out, it’s like something snaps deep inside of him. He begins pumping into you at a breakneck speed, his hands tangling in your cute little updo. Animalistic grunts and growls rumble from his chest as he lets out his frustrations on you. Meanwhile you desperately white-knuckle the desk beneath you as the tip of his cock bullies that spongy spot deep inside you that makes you see stars. Already you’re so close to your own peak and he’s barely been fucking you for a few minutes.

He leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder, pushing his cock deeper into you. You’ve never had anyone quite this deep inside of you before and you can feel your legs about to give out.

“I wanna take my time with you, pretty baby. But we’ve gotta make this quick.”

You moan in response, your cunt gripping onto him even tighter. He grunts as he begins slamming into you faster and harder. The desk beneath you begins to creak and slide against the floor, making it obvious to anyone around what you two are up to. But anyone would be an idiot to even dare try to interrupt you two. You’re in heaven and you never want it to stop.

Your eyes snap shut as you feel his fingers rubbing your aching clit. Just a few more thrusts and you’re falling off the edge. Muffled whimpers and mewls fall from your panty-stuffed lips. Your thighs are shaking as you begin creaming all over that fat cock of his. He tugs on your hair, pulling you flush against his chest as he continues to fuck himself deep inside you.

He growls as his own orgasm hits him hard. Shot after shot of thick, sticky cum paints your insides. You whine as you feel his cock throbbing with every pump of cum he shoots inside of you. Eventually, he slows his pace to a stop and you’re both panting. You spit out the panties onto his desk, and Kento pulls out of you. He turns you around so you’re facing him, and he’s got the most smug look on his face you’ve ever seen.

“Guess this means you’re all mine, hm?” He asks, two of his fingers pushing his cum back into you.

You whimper, “O-of course, N– Kento…”

He smirks at your response. Kento reaches for the soiled panties and he helps you slide them back onto you. With a soft kiss, he helps you back into your dress as well. The moment you try to stand, you feel just how shaky you are. Kento chuckles softly, stuffing his softening cock into his dress pants.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You can lean on me for a bit.”

He takes your hand in his, and while you lean against him, he leads you back out into the party. Almost nobody seems to think anything weird about this, they are all just happy to see the both of you at the party. You two share a few drinks and mingle and as the party begins winding down, Kento leans in to whisper in your ear.

“Merry Christmas, pretty baby…”

[kylekozmikdeluxo]

Welp, there goes another Halloween/spoopy season. October is my favorite time of the year, but it's starting to feel like a Charlie Brown football as life has gotten very *very* hard for me over the past couple of years: COVID, moving out, watching people I've known and loved my whole life being marched down a right-wing maga anti-lgbtqia rabbit hole, and still trying to settle into my new life. It's still lonely at the moment, with very little opportunities. New no job, no friends outside of the internet made, etc.... But I have to keep pressing ahead, no matter how grim the country looks to be in a year and no matter what's going on close to home...

I mean, November 1st - today - is Samhain. The Gaelic festival that ends the harvest season. And really, that's all it is... Why does widespread love of spoopy stuff end after October 31st? When there's a whole month ahead of us that's, weather-wise, as beautiful as October and full of autumnal stuff?

Capitalism.

What ever Halloween's origins may be, I feel it's largely been commodified much like Christmas... And hell, most holidays, let's be real here. In that it's just this capitalist rush-rush-rush of stuff to buy, things to do. Like, Christmas stuff was on the store shelves at the beginning of October this year. Whenever I went into, say, a Walmart or a Kohl's... Christmas stuff... Everywhere. In early October. This is a personal attack.

I know that not everyone celebrates Thanksgiving, but we have a whole-ass month ahead of us. Like, can we CHILL with the Christmas stuff already? If you want to celebrate it this early, go right ahead! That's awesome that you can happily be in the spirit this early. I technically start feeling ghoulish around the end of August, maybe mid-September... But I feel like the mass-market just pushes it aggressively on us. I want to enjoy November for its beautiful weather and colors and aesthetics, you know? What if I still want my Halloween decorations up? What if I still want to watch horror movies?

Technically, I can. Plus, there have been horror movies that were released in November. A couple recent examples I can think of are OVERLORD and FREAKY. I saw the former in theaters during a snowstorm, lol. We have a horror movie literally called THANKSGIVING opening in a few weeks. Hell, one of the all-time Halloween classics, OVER THE GARDEN WALL, began airing in early November the year it was released. Maybe there is no date. Time is just a construct, and the lot of us weirdo hearts out there who love the creepy stuff just keep going. Even well after Halloween.

But there's a sense of loneliness to it, I feel. After the world packs up, and trades jack-o-lanterns for sleigh bells, that initial high of everyone being in on that stuff during what I feel is - weather-wise - the most beautiful time of year... It feels kinda desolate afterwards. Like a desert, almost. Like, after Halloween, wouldn't it be cool if wherever you lived did more freaky-themed events, fun stuff, and other things? Just in case you might've missed the boat (like I did this year, I was busy last week) or had a crappy Halloween day (like I did)? Like, November is the perfect month to keep that going.

Even when you start feeling merry and holly jolly, there's still a rushed-ness to everything. Maybe it's because I'm in my 30s now, but everything feels so fast... It's kinda scary sometimes. I understand working and having a job, and keeping up with my creative endeavors. I know I have some situations I have to figure out, and anxiety demons to overpower, but part of me also wishes that things weren't so hectic. Ya know? All the holidays, really. All the times of year, just rushing rushing by...

[avalonsilver]

I posted 3,421 times in 2022

9 posts created (0%)

3,412 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@aborddelimpala

@hallowedbecastiel

@merlin-gifs

@sweetoothgirl

@cascaps

I tagged 3,411 of my posts in 2022

#wardrobe queue - 1,108 posts

#sam winchester - 356 posts

#bbcmerlin - 333 posts

#bbc merlin - 327 posts

#dean winchester - 327 posts

#castiel - 269 posts

#sam and dean - 239 posts

#castiel appreciation - 226 posts

#text post - 212 posts

#arthur x merlin - 186 posts

Longest Tag: 89 characters

#instead of just asking mary or lata who were already there to replace a distracted carlos

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I just needed to say, thank you for your constant support of my side-blog, pumpkin-hunters. I think you're the top reblogger, and I think that's neat of you, so thank you. :)

Hi! You're very welcome. Some great posts there! They can be inspirational. 💙💙

@pumpkin-hunters blog rec for Autumn/Halloween-related posts. Especially now since it's not autumn but you love the whole Autumn mood/Halloween. 💙

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#4

Happy New Year!! I know I didn't post a Merry Christmas post. Was feeling under the weather, still am but getting better.

Anyway, Happy 2022! Wishing everyone a great New Year and if 2021 was not so good, hoping 2022 will prove better! Still New Year's Eve here, but thought I'd put this up early.

I wasn't sure how all my Midam reblogs would be received. Sorry for those who are unfamiliar-- It's one of my big interests now in terms of shipping. I still love Sastiel, but I mean-- Episode 15x08 for SPN-- that really set up an intriguing friendship between Michael & Adam. Thanks to those who've liked and reblogged my Midam-related reblogs. Makes me feel better about all the Midam reblogs one after another sometimes. I'm trying to add some non-Midam reblogs to change things up.

I'm excited to post one of my favorite chapters for "Everything Ends Here" in January. It'll be a canon-divergent one for the SPN episode "Faith."

Also hoping to finish a story that's more angsty than shippy, but it has both Sastiel & Midam (not sure if that combo in one story is really done?). It will be titled, "The Christmas Resurrection." Hoping to complete the story before winter is over? *blush*

Here are some gifs I like to celebrate the New Year. *grins*

Mishalecki, of course. 😛

Michael & Adam in SPN 15x08 💙 Interesting to see Michael suggesting Adam be his guide to spending time on Earth. Such a change from Michael in Season 5 who would probably prefer to stay up in Heaven if not for following through with the plan for the Apocalypse.

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5 notes - Posted December 31, 2021

#3

Title: One Last Time Before We Part

Author: AvalonSilver

Artist: Wonderland

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Ships: Gen, minor Michael/Adam and Jack/non-spn male character

Expected word count: 20K

Major warnings and tags: Thoughts of self-harm (no follow-through), angel possession, discrimination, miserable!Jack, bastard!Chuck, Sam and grief

Summary: In the final days, Jack rushes to cement his plan to insure Chuck's possession of him won't be permanent.

Humanity suffers through half of Earth's population being wiped out and a strange curse. Sam is still determined to save Jack despite Michael’s assertion that Jack must die along with Chuck to fix things.  

Claire has difficulty coping after losing those closest to her -- especially Kaia.

After a troubling encounter with Jack, Claire can't avoid the decision looming over her. She must confront her complicated past with Castiel upon the angel's return.

Also, Claire makes an unexpected friend – the sole survivor of his farming village in Wales after Chuck's attack – whose powerful bloodline can help in the fight against Chuck.

Sam takes his final stand when Michael aims to end Chuck and Jack.

Opening paragraph: Jack entered the room looking tense.

His face was very pale as if he was coming down with something -- a cold or the flu. Which didn't make much sense considering Jack couldn't get sick.

But Cas and Jack were both well aware of the insidious terrible creation that was now growing within Jack.

Posting Date: May 26, 2022

7 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

#2

Just to let you know, I'm not sure how often I'll be reblogging posts due to this weird tagging glitch on the mobile app for the past few days.

I've seen a few other people posting about this on Tumblr. So at least it's not just me. I prefer reblogging via the app and it's becoming frustrating reblogging when I keep needing to fix each tag.

I know the tagging is okay on the regular site -- I checked, but I don't want to go on my laptop or whatever just to fix a tag or add them. I'm one of those who likes to tag to help me find the post later. So not having tags won't work for me. :(

The tagging glitch on the mobile app is basically you type out the tag like you want but some letters come up twice bizarrely (when you only click the letter once)-- like, "Uunnbbeelieevvabblee" -- so I have to fix that mess. You kind of lose the motivation to have more than a tag or two for a post. It really sucks.

So I've been reblogging things I really like right now-- that feel worth the tagging glitch. One of which is gifsets from BBC's Merlin-- been rewatching some episodes recently -- Series/Season 4 right now.

Got to say still love the angst in 4x06 when Arthur is upset at Merlin being missing and possibly dead. Still love that episode upon the rewatch.

I think this is a sign to focus more on my story. Better that than glaring at the messed up tags due to the Tumblr glitch. Hope this gets fixed soon.

7 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Okay, I know... Another one, but I couldn't resist. Now that it's officially January 1, 2022 for me, Happy New Year!

Someone convince me not to request another Cameo from Jake Abel...

Anyway... 😛 I have two more request ideas but the price... Is it worth it? I think so... if I ask for a gift card for my bday this year. And if he's still on Cameo when I get that gift card.

So yeah, back to the New Year celebration. Sorry for the topic change there. The Cameo thing has been on my mind since my first request turned out pretty well.

More gifs in honor of the New Year!

Some Sastiel and Mishalecki (including the iconic S14 gag reel moment, of course) gifs. 💙💙

I couldn't resist the healing one from 9x10. Love moments like that.

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[scurybooween]

Queens of Halloween

Wishing you all a very merry Halloween season

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[deepdarkdelights]

Mistletoe | Sope x Reader 

Pairing: Sope x Reader 

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Kidnapping, Obsession, Fear, Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Drugging, Symptoms of Panic/Anxiety, Binding the MC

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: There was mistletoe strung up at the top of the doorframe. This just screamed Hoseok’s doing and now you were internally cursing him wherever he may be in the damn house. 

“It is a tradition, isn’t it?” He mused, “You know the rules.” 

Who even made it a tradition anyway? Who decided that it was a good idea to kiss a stranger underneath a plant that had the toxic potential to kill you? 

A/N: Merry early Christmas / Happy Holidays everyone! I worked on this for three days straight, be proud of me! I haven’t released a fic since Halloween and I feel so guilty about that, but you know how life gets in the way. I hope you like this fic, it’s not one of the greatest but it is a nice little treat for the season. I hope to see you in my inbox and in my comments, thank you. 💜💜💜

Your eyes were trained on the window across the office, your elbow propped up on your desk and your palm cupping your chin. There was a slow but steady fall of snow outside accompanied by the delicate lace patterns of frost on the edges of the panes. It was beautiful, the very definition of a winter wonderland. 

It was days like these where you wished you loved Christmas. 

The holiday season had never really treated you all too well. You got anxious easily in crowds so it was difficult for you to go to some of your favorite places. Coffee shops, book stores, and boutiques were all clogged up with throngs of people that were just as miserable as you, albeit for different reasons. They were tired of long lines and endless shopping, you were tired of the entire season. 

You considered yourself to be a fairly lonely person, you had become rather accustomed to it. But you would be lying if you said there weren’t some days where you wished you were more cherished.

You disliked the holiday season because it isolated you even more. The few close friends you still had all traveled home for the holidays, doing the natural thing and spending their spare moments of free time with their families. 

You didn’t have that same luxury. You had grown up in a household with a single mother and you were the only child. The memories you had of your mother were far and few in between. She worked two jobs to keep you and herself afloat and that meant picking up every available extra shift. And holidays? Well, those were just time and a half days. Double the paycheck. 

You couldn’t remember a Christmas that you had not spent alone huddled up on the couch and wrapped in a thread-worn blanket as you watched the constant reruns of the same holiday movies you saw every year. 

You couldn’t bear to watch those movies now, they just dragged up old wounds that still leaked around the bandages. 

And now, well, you didn’t really have a family to spend time with. When you were old enough to leave the house your mother could work less and have more time for herself and so she began to enter the world of dating again, and she had struck metaphorical and literal gold. A businessman who had devoted his life to work and was suddenly grieving for the life he never had. Or, in other words, a guy who wanted to spoil your hardworking mother rotten. 

He was nice enough, he never stepped over any boundaries, never expected you to call him “Dad” and he treated your mother well. She didn’t have to work any longer and she was busy traveling the world with him. She was finally happy and you couldn’t fault her for that. 

But you couldn’t deny that there was a pit in your stomach, deep-rooted envy that she could leave you behind so easily. It was a deadly game of tug of war between your heart and mind, oftentimes your mind emerging as the victor. But on days like these that were exceptionally cold and fat snowflakes rained down outside, you were transported back to those lonely days in that studio apartment where your heart would win. 

It was easier to be alone. 

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” You heard a voice squeal as a person ran behind you. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

You pressed your lips together to stifle an amused laugh that threatened to bubble up. You scooted backward from your desk, the wheels of your chair faintly squeaking as you pivoted to look at the cubicle beside you. 

Tall, glowing skin, big dark eyes, and ash brown hair, it was your co-worker, Hoseok. His cheeks and ears were flushed a shade of pink from the wind and he was bundled up in a thick jacket and with a scarf that was wrapped around his neck and mouth, his nose just peeking out over the woolen fabric. For a full-grown man, he was obscenely cute. 

He reluctantly shrugged off his coat and slung it around the back of his chair before unwinding his scarf from around his face, revealing that brilliant smile that could thaw the stubborn winter that had settled in. 

The two of you weren’t close by any means, at least not in your mind. Hoseok had such a warm personality with everyone in the office you often failed to realize just how much he catered to you. And although you were a person who had grown accustomed to being alone, you couldn’t deny that a dose of Hoseok every day left you feeling rather warm inside. But only a dose, of course, too much of a good thing is inevitably a bad thing. And the same goes for charming men with dazzling smiles. 

Once he had finally settled into the space he scooped up a carrying tray he had brought with him and rushed over to your cubicle. 

“Merry Christmas!” He shouted excitedly with a little wiggle as he placed the tray on your desk, his long fingers twisting the to-go cup free and sliding it in your direction. 

“Hoseok, Christmas isn’t for another two days.” You reminded him, that familiar resentment swirling in your heart as you pulled the stopper out of your drink, leaning forward to sniff the sweet scent of the peppermint latte. That was the one thing that was bearable about the season, the drinks. 

Hoseok pouted as he leaned against the wall of the cubicle, his fingers tracing the lid of his own cup, “You’re grumpier than usual, what’s going on?” 

“I’m grumpy just because I corrected you?” You asked with a slow blink before attempting to take a sip of your latte only to flinch away when the all-too-hot liquid scalded the tip of your tongue. 

“Yes, exactly, I’m glad that we’re both on the same page here,” he chuckled, “Seriously though, what’s going on? Everyone else is so excited, it’s our last day of work before the holidays! You should be happy, especially to see me!” He added with a wink. 

You felt a slight twitch of your eyebrow from his words. You were well aware you weren’t like most people around this time of the year but you weren’t going to spill your sob story to a guy you barely knew. The same guy you barely knew that persisted to bring you new caffeinated drinks every day despite your protests. You had heard from around the office that men and women alike were jealous of your interactions with Hoseok, and you could understand that. But what they didn’t see was how painfully one-sided the interactions were. What had you ever given Hoseok in return? Now that, that did inspire some guilt inside of you. 

“I just have a lot of work to get done so that I don’t fall behind when we come back. It’s just annoying is all.” You sighed, you weren’t necessarily lying, but you weren’t telling the entire truth. 

And it seemed as if Hoseok could sense that, his shoulders sagging slightly as he looked away before speaking again, “I heard Yoongi offered you a ride home last night but you turned him down.”

Yoongi, another one of your co-workers as well as Hoseok’s roommate. Yoongi was a peculiar case. He was very good at making you feel uncomfortable. He was known as the quiet one around the office which was what made it so jarring to learn that he lived with Hoseok. You couldn’t imagine the two of them sharing a living space, that was of course until you saw Hoseok make him laugh and he, in turn, would joke around with him. He had an adorable smile and an even better laugh, but both of those things were never given to you or anyone else in the building. 

Hoseok was right, Yoongi had offered to give you a ride home last night. The snowfall had thickened considerably and would make the walk to the metro all the more troublesome. But you decided that walking was better than being trapped in a car, alone, with him. You found solace in the idea that there were other people in the building, but being alone with Yoongi was something you would try to avoid. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Yoongi, it was just like you said, he made you uncomfortable. There were times where you could feel his pitch-black gaze digging into you as you sat at your desk. It was unwavering and intense, like a tiger stalking a gazelle. 

Technically, he never did anything wrong. It was the feeling that curled deep in your stomach that made you so skittish around him. It was the sense that you shouldn’t cross him, he had an imposing aura without even trying. 

“Yeah, I didn’t want to trouble him. Besides, the metro isn’t very far.”

“That’s not the point though, the point is that it isn’t safe for you to walk home alone at night.”

“Trust me, Hoseok, I am well aware of that. I can handle myself fine enough.”

“It’s cute how stubborn you are, really,” He said, his face telling a different story, “But for once would you let someone look out for you? We just want you to be safe.”

“We?” You echoed, your brows pinched together. 

“Me and Yoongi, we care about you, you know that.”

No, no you didn’t. You couldn’t tell if he was lying or if you were oblivious, or if your childhood had left a phantom scar on your psyche and you were exceptionally bad at deciphering whether people cared for you or not. Sure, Hoseok brought you coffee every day but he was just being nice. He was just being Hoseok. And Yoongi, well you really couldn’t tell if he cared at all. Maybe he did and you were just bad at noticing, he did offer to take you home after all. Maybe the way he showed that he cared was far more subtle than that of the average person. 

Maybe…maybe you were the one in the wrong here. 

You looked away from Hoseok, nervous that your face would betray what you were feeling. 

“You, you do know that? Right?” He asked you, leaning into your space even more. You didn’t have to see his face to know that he was concerned. 

“You shouldn’t worry so much, Hoseok. I’m fine.” 

“Usually when people say they're fine, that means that they’re not.” 

“What are you my therapist now?” You retorted snarkily, “Go get some work done, you can’t hang around me all day.” 

A frown settled on his heart-shaped lips as he looked you in your eyes, there was determination in their depths, one that made you shift in your seat uncomfortably. 

“You know what? You should come over to my place tomorrow, spend Christmas Eve with me and Yoongi.”

“What?” You nearly choked, the very idea itself setting you on edge. 

Hoseok gripped the armrests of your chair and swung you around to face him before he leaned in even closer, his arms caging you in and effectively making you feel trapped and cornered as if you had nowhere else to go. 

“You heard me! We’ll throw a good old-fashioned Christmas office party! I’ll invite everyone on our floor. It'll be so much fun!”

Your heart lurched at the notion of such a party. Not only would you be stuck with Yoongi and the slightly more bearable Hoseok, but also everyone from work you rarely spoke to. You were used to your isolated Christmas, content with it even. This was far too great of a change. 

“I can’t, that’s such short notice.” 

“Why? Do you have plans?” He asked, the smile falling from his face as his tone flattened out. He seemed almost agitated. Like the idea of you being with someone else disturbed him. 

You were silent in return. You couldn’t deny that you had no plans and, not to mention, he was practically towering over you, trapping you in your chair. Hoseok had suddenly embodied Yoongi’s imposing nature physically. And, to be honest, you felt more stifled by him than you had ever felt with Yoongi. Once the silence began to stretch too long and he realized that you were in fact not saying that you were busy, his smile returned although it was softer and more pleading. More like the Hoseok you knew. 

“Come on, think of it as a way to pay me back for your morning coffee.” 

So, he had resorted to guilt-tripping you. You hated owing people, you never owe anyone anything. Ever since you realized that you had to be independent and self-sufficient, you never relied on anyone. You were the only thing that was constant in your life. But now, Hoseok had secretly collected all of your debts to him and was offering compensation in one simple request. You would do this one thing and then you would never take another drink from him ever again. 

You were right, you were the only person you could ever fully rely on. 

You sighed, pushing your feet against the floor and inching backward in your chair. “Text me the time and the address.”

“Thank you!” He squealed. “I promise you, you won’t regret this!” 

~~~~~~~

It was seven o’clock and you were seriously regretting this. 

You stood outside in the frigid winter air and the pitch-black night, your breath misting in front of your face as you stared at the front stoop of the home. There was a trail of footprints behind you in the thickening layers of snow, the walk had been arduous. The lightbulb above the door was flickering in an almost ominous manner as your fingers curled up in your pockets. There was a part of you that desperately wanted to turn around and go back home. But you were tired from the journey you had just made and you were craving the warmth that was ensured a few steps away. 

You took a calming breath, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you collected yourself. You opened your eyes and walked forward with determination, raising your hand up to ring the doorbell before you talked yourself out of it. But, before you could press the glowing button, the door flung itself open as if someone had been eagerly awaiting your arrival. 

Your blood felt like ice, like the winter wind had frozen it over, when you realized who was there. You were face to face with Yoongi, mere inches away from one another. He had an unreadable expression on his face before the corners of his lips twitched and he spoke. 

“Merry Christmas.”

You stared at him dumbly, your mouth feeling as if it had gone dry and your tongue incapable of forming words. 

“Are you going to come inside or are you going to stand in the snow all day?” He asked, his tone slightly teasing but his face blank. 

“I’ll, uh, I’ll come inside.” You said with a nod. 

Yoongi stepped to the side, raising his arm up and jerking his head to the right to usher you inside. As soon as you entered the house and the door was closed tightly behind you, you were flooded with warmth. You sighed in content, your fingers and toes scrunching up as heat wrapped you up in its welcome embrace. 

You jumped in surprise as you felt Yoongi come closer to you, his fingers gripping the zipper of your coat and pulling it down, a focused look on his face as he helped you slide your arms free from the sleeves and hang the coat up. 

You looked up at him, confused, startled, and with cheeks that were quickly heating up. 

“You looked like you could use some help with that.” He said, referring to your frozen stance in the doorway.

“Shoes off at the door.” He reminded you, eyes trained on the mat beneath your boots that was steadily becoming wet. 

“Is that who I think it is?!” A voice called from further inside. 

“She’s here, Hobi,” Yoongi called back, his gaze still trained on you as you shuffled out of your boots.

“Come on, he’s in the kitchen.” He stated before nonchalantly grabbing your hand and tugging you in the direction of the other man’s voice. 

Your eyes flickered up and down between his back and his hand that was firmly grasping your own. You were feeling a good blend of embarrassment and discomfort. You and Yoongi barely spoke to one another but now he was undressing you and holding your hand as if the two of you were far more intimate than you really were. You knew Hoseok better than you knew him but he was acting like it was the opposite. 

Yoongi ushered you into the kitchen before stepping back and leaning against the door frame, watching you and Hoseok from a distance. This you were used to, despite it being uncomfortable it was familiar and you were far more content with that than whatever had just gone down between the two of you. 

“There’s my pretty little present!” Hoseok yelled, facing you with a big grin before tightly wrapping you up in his arms, settling his chin on top of your head. 

Your body tensed up once more, your head leaning to the side in an attempt to distance yourself from him. Why was he being so touchy? He never hugged you, sure he toed your boundaries every now and then and you knew he was an affectionate person, but this was way too much for you. 

“Merry Christmas, Hoseok.” You managed to say as he pulled away from you, his hands resting on your shoulders as he gently smiled at you. 

You noticed there was flour dusting his cheek, and not only that, he was wearing a ridiculous apron that said “Let’s Get Baked” over a gaudy red and green sweater. 

“Merry Christmas!” He echoed, “I just threw some cookies in the oven, trust me you’ll love them.”

“Yeah, if you plan on not burning them this year.” Yoongi teased from his spot. 

“You, shut the fuck up, I will not have this slander in my kitchen,” Hoseok yelled in contrast with the gleeful grin that still lit up his face. 

“Um, am I early? It doesn’t look like anyone is here yet.” You finally managed to interject. 

You looked between Hoseok and Yoongi, both of them sharing an equally confused look with one another before Yoongi finally spoke up, “Oh, I’m sure everyone else is just running late, snow’s coming down pretty hard.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure. I’m sure they’ll be here any minute.” Hoseok agreed, “Sweetheart, why don’t you go and get comfortable, I left some blankets on the couch.” He said, gesturing to the living room past Yoongi. 

“I’ll join you in a minute, just let me get cleaned up.” He reassured you, noticing your hesitation as you looked at the space between Yoongi and the doorframe. 

You nodded slowly, watching him disappear around the corner as he headed towards what you assumed was the bathroom through the other door frame. 

You anxiously curled your fingers into your palms as you tried to rush past Yoongi, your gaze trained on the other room, refusing to look at him. But, before you could slide past him he raised his arm up and blocked your path, closing off your escape route and forcing you to look at him in utter confusion. Had he not just heard what Hoseok said? 

“Are you forgetting something, angel?” He asked but it sounded much more like a suggestion. 

You looked at him, dumbfounded. You didn’t think that you were forgetting anything, you hadn’t brought anything into the kitchen with you. 

A smile pulled at the corners of his lips before his eyes flickered up to the ceiling and back down to you. You silently looked at him before craning your head back and attempting to see what was so important and upon seeing said thing your eyes widened comically in horror. 

There was mistletoe strung up at the top of the doorframe. 

This just screamed Hoseok’s doing and now you were internally cursing him wherever he may be in the damn house. 

“It is a tradition, isn’t it?” He mused, “You know the rules.” 

Who even made it a tradition anyway? Who decided that it was a good idea to kiss a stranger underneath a plant that had the toxic potential to kill you? This was the most Yoongi had ever spoken to you, how was it expected that now you would have to kiss him too when his very presence already stressed you the fuck out? 

Yoongi didn’t allow you to stand there and stew in your thoughts for long. You flinched as you felt the cool metal of his rings brush the skin of your jaw, his hands cupping your face before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek dangerously close to your mouth. His lips brushed over the skin of your cheek, they felt so warm and soft your heart immediately quickened from their light touch. He parted from your skin for a moment only to lean back in and press a light kiss to the tip of your nose. 

Once he pulled back, his hands still remained to cradle your face as his tongue slightly peaked out to lick his lips before he gave you a genuine smile, the smile that you had only ever seen him give Hoseok. It was sweet and gummy and would normally warm anyone’s heart. But under your circumstances, you just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide. You didn’t like being cornered, you didn’t like to be forced into doing things you didn’t want to do and tonight was seriously testing your boundaries. 

You wanted to go home. 

Yoongi didn’t say anything, he merely slid to the side and allowed you to rush past him in a panic, your flustered footsteps echoing down the hallway as you sped into the living room and instantly plopped yourself down onto the couch. Hoseok had been right, there were a few blankets covering the cushions and without thinking you grabbed a fistful of whatever was there and buried your heated face into the plush material. 

You slowly rubbed your face against the blankets, the soft fabric smoothing over your skin and helping you calm down as you balled up your legs into your chest. 

You just needed to wait, to be patient, before you knew it everyone else would arrive and you wouldn’t feel so frightened. Sure, you may feel a little claustrophobic but that would be preferable to whatever weird energy there was in this house. 

Your grip loosened slightly as you allowed yourself to let out a deep breath that you desperately needed, your chest was starting to feel tight, you were getting panicky. It was nothing new but you still hated that fluttery feeling in your heart and your stomach. You just needed to relax, of course, that was easier said than done. 

“Sweetheart!” Hoseok called, your body jumping in response. 

Sweetheart? That was the second time he had called you that, what was up with that? 

“Wanna pick out a movie? Looks like the snow’s getting worse there’s no telling when everyone else will get here, might as well have a little fun without them.” He laughed, throwing himself down onto the open space beside you causing you to scooch to the side in discomfort. 

“It’s fine, um…you can just pick.” You mumbled, pulling the blanket around you tighter. 

“What? No, you’re our guest you should pick!”

You stayed quiet for a moment, slightly biting your tongue in thought before you finally spoke, “I don’t really like Christmas movies if I’m being honest.” 

Hoseok’s smile fell a little, almost like he was upset that you didn’t want to go along with his plans before his smile returned along with an idea. “I think I have just the movie for you.” 

You raised an eyebrow in questioning as he grabbed the TV remote before pulling up a streaming service. You gently rested your chin on your knees as you watched him. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed in concentration as he looked for whatever film he had in mind. You couldn’t help but notice his pretty profile, he had such high cheekbones and a perfectly sculpted jaw. It was hard not to admire him even though some of his behaviors were…questionable. 

Your attention was quickly drawn away from him when Yoongi entered the room, struggling to balance three mugs in his hands. He carefully set one down in front of Hoseok and then the other one down on the far left of the coffee table before he extended the last mug towards you. 

Your eyes darted between the mug and his face, back and forth as you decided what to do. It didn’t take you too long to decide, not when Yoongi was looking at you with a satisfied grin that reminded you of his previous actions in the kitchen. 

You tugged the mug to you, the ceramic steadily warming your hands. The strong scent of peppermint and the warmth of the drink easily persuaded you to go against your own judgments…or did you? You had said before that you would never take another drink from Hoseok, but this was Yoongi and it was your favorite drink and it was just so invitingly warm on such a cold day. It wouldn’t hurt to have one cup. 

“Good girl,” Yoongi murmured as he sat down to your left, effectively sandwiching you in between Hoseok and himself. 

“Ah-ha! Found it!” The aforementioned male cried. 

“Krampus? A horror movie, Hoseok?” Yoongi asked in utter confusion, leaning forward to look at his roommate. 

“Eh, it’s more of a horror-comedy, besides our little guest doesn’t like holiday movies. What could be a better pick than this?”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. 

“Alright, if you say so.” Yoongi sighed, leaning back into the couch. 

It was now even more awkward than it had been before. All of the lights were dimmed albeit the soft yellow glow of the Christmas tree lights and the garland on the mantel above the fireplace. It was uncomfortably intimate, especially with Hoseok and Yoongi pressed up against you on either side.

You had devoted your attention to three things to distract yourself in such an awkward situation. One being the movie, of course. Two being the front door as you listened painfully for the slightest sound of crunching snow or even better, the doorbell. And three, your hot drink. 

You had been steadily killing it, the extra strong flavor of peppermint not deterring you from gulping it down fervently, especially when you suddenly felt Hoseok’s arm rest itself on your shoulders and Yoongi’s leg pressing against your own as his hand rested on your knee.

God this was so uncomfortable and so weird. 

Your eyes drifted towards the clock, you had to blink a few times before it was readable, your vision even shaking as you attempted to focus on the digital numbers. It was getting late and still no one else had arrived. 

And, to be honest, you weren’t feeling great. You felt light-headed and dizzy, your head having rocked back and forth a few times as you felt as if you were about to pass out. The room was even beginning to spin and your limbs were feeling heavy with dead weight. 

You flinched as you felt Yoongi’s hand slowly move up past your knee, his grip tightening around your upper thigh as your legs weakly tried to pull away. Your head limply lulled to the side only to see Hoseok staring at you. How long had he been staring at you for and it had gone unnoticed by you? 

“Hoseok,” You slurred, “Yoongi, he-”

“Sh, sweetheart, it’s alright,” He sighed, there was not a single trace of a smile or joy on his face, he was completely serious. “Why don’t you drink a little more of your coffee, hm?”

You whined as your head throbbed, Hoseok’s hand cupping your jaw and tilting your head back as he forced the mug to meet your lips. Afraid to choke in your drowsy state, you downed the rest of the cup as he cooed sweet words of encouragement before putting the mug back down and wiping the excess liquid off of your lips with his thumb.

Your body was steadily growing weaker, sagging back into the cushions as you watched him slide his tongue over his finger. 

You could feel Yoongi behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hoisted you up onto his lap, your back pressed against his chest. 

“There you go, angel,” He whispered against the shell of your ear before pressing another slow kiss to your cheek. You could feel his hands now slowly rubbing up and down your sides, from your waist to the top of your ribcage, and stopping just short of the space under your chest. 

“Stop it,” You whispered weakly, “I want to go home.” 

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re home now, here, with us.” Yoongi replied, nustling his face into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, his warm breath misting over the exposed skin. 

“They’ll come, they’ll be here soon.” You managed to force the words out referring to the other party members that were sure to come. 

“Oh sweetheart, no one else is coming, no one ever was.” Hoseok sighed, his hand cupping your face once more and guiding your weak head up to look at him. 

“But, you said-”

“I know what I said. I told you whatever I could that would get you here. This is how it was always going to be. Just you, me, and Yoongi. Just the three of us.” 

Your mind was completely muddled, just barely managing to process what Hoseok was saying. It was hard enough to focus in the current state you were in, but it was even harder to focus when all you could feel was Yoongi’s hands on your body and his nose and lips softly brushing over your neck as his head slowly moved from side to side. 

“Don’t worry, we’re used to sharing everything anyways.” Yoongi breathed before pressing a kiss to the column of your throat and then another, and another, and another… 

“A house, bills, groceries, this won’t be so different,” Hoseok mused, “Yoongi and I used to fight over you constantly, but once we realized we both could keep you everything became clear.” 

“You won’t…you won’t get away with this.” You struggled to say, causing a sick grin to form on Hoseok’s lips. 

“And who will come looking for you, babe? Who even knows that you’re here? No one at work, that's for damn sure.”

Wet, fat tears quickly began leaking out of your eyes and rushing down your cheeks from pure frustration and despair. You didn’t want this, you wanted to go home, you wanted to be alone. Being alone would be far better than this. 

“Don’t cry, you should be happy. Can’t you see how wanted you are? You drive us crazy. We can’t just let you go now, not when we finally have you where we want you.” 

You whined again, wiggling in irritation as you tried to pull out of Yoongi’s grip only causing his arms to tighten around you as he nipped your neck in warning, forcing your body to be still. 

“Be good for us, we don’t want to have to punish you so soon, not on Christmas,” Yoongi said, giving you a good squeeze. 

“Good girls get rewarded, behave and you can be so happy here,” Hoseok said, jerking your chin up again so that you could look at him through half-lidded eyes. 

You could feel yourself going, you were drifting off against your will. You had fought against whatever they had given you for as long as you could. But, you had always been fighting a losing battle. 

“There you go,” Hoseok hummed, “Don’t fight it anymore, just go to sleep, we’ll take care of you.” 

And before you finally succumbed to the call of sleep you were hit with two jarring sensations; the harsh press of Hoseok’s lips against yours in a heated kiss and Yoongi’s mouth against your neck leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. 

And then, you were gone. 

~~~~~~~

It was dark when you woke up again, your head pounding in protest as your eyes attempted to adjust to the dim lighting. Once you were fully conscious you began to notice a few things. One, the clothes that you were wearing were not yours. You were in a baggy pair of sweatpants that you had never seen before as well as an unfamiliar hoodie. Two, your hands were bound together with a red and green ribbon tied securely in a bow, like a Christmas present. 

Like you were a Christmas present. 

And that was when the panic set in, that was when you realized what situation you had gotten yourself into. You had voluntarily walked into your own kidnapping. 

Your body was moving on its own, your fight or flight or freeze response kicking in. You struggled to untangle your legs from the blankets around you, your legs kicking furiously as you rolled over and out of the bed. 

You figured that your best chance of escape would be to book it, to run as fast as you could without stopping. You had no idea where Hoseok and Yoongi were but you didn’t have time to think about that, you needed to go. 

You took a few deep breaths to try and calm your racing heart and before you could stall any longer you took off, grabbing the bedroom doorknob with your bound hands and forcing it to pop open.

Maybe if you hadn’t been so panicked, if you hadn’t been in such a rush, you would have stopped and asked yourself why they felt so comfortable leaving the door unlocked. 

The door flew open so hard it slammed into the wall, the unused lock leaving a dent in the plaster from the force. 

All you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears, your cacophonously loud heartbeat and breathing, and the sound of your feet running over the hardwood flooring. If you had been more collected maybe you would have tried to be quieter, maybe you would have tried to sneak away without drawing any potential attention to yourself. 

Once you reached the front door you undid the lock and pulled, but the door didn’t budge an inch. 

“Come on please, please, please,” You begged, pulling harder on the door in the hopes that it would pop open freely. But it did not.

“No, no, no, no, fuck!” You cried. 

You paused for a moment, your heart thudding even harder as you heard the slow but steady sound of footsteps approaching. They weren’t rushing, they were paced and calm like they already knew that you weren’t going anywhere. 

You tried harder now, shaking the doorknob and the door in hopes that by some miracle it would come unstuck and you would be set free. But you weren’t that lucky. 

You froze as Yoongi came into view, he didn’t look pissed like you expected. Instead, he had a knowing smile on his face as you scurried backward, your back pressing up against the wall. 

Yoongi kept eye contact with you as he pressed one hand against the wall and used the other hand to grip the doorknob. And, with one strong pull, the heavy door popped open with a startling crack. It had been frozen shut. 

He silently gestured for you to come forward, stepping to the side so that you could. You looked at him wearily, your eyes darting between him, the door, and your bound hands. How far could you make it once you ran? Would he come after you? 

You decided to stop thinking and just try, and so you did. You quickly moved forward and swung the door open and prepared to run, only to stop upon the sight before you. 

There was a thick wall of snow in front of you with only a little clearance at the top. You wouldn’t be able to reach it and climb out and if you did you might even fall through the layers of snow and get stuck. The air was colder than anything you had ever felt, if you stood outside for too long without the proper clothes you might get hypothermia or frostbite, or even both. 

It all made sense now, why they left the doors unlocked and why it was so dark when you woke up. Last night, a storm had rolled through that could rival that of the blizzard of 77’. You were trapped, with them and had no way to get out. 

Yoongi slowly closed the door, not bothering to lock it.

“Now, where exactly did you think you were going?”

“Someone will come, they’ll have to clear the snow, you can’t keep me here.” You rushed out, your arms tightening around yourself in a self-soothing manner. 

“And who’s to say we’ll even give you the chance to leave when that happens?” Hoseok said, appearing from around the corner with a disappointed look on his face effectively sending chills throughout your body that were not from the cold. 

“I thought we told you last night to behave, we don’t want to punish you on Christmas but that doesn’t mean that we won’t.” 

You were now realizing just how fucked you were. You were completely at their mercy with no place to run to, no exit in sight. There was no telling how long you were going to be trapped with them or if the storm was even over. 

They had you exactly where they wanted you. 

“Give her a chance, Hobi. She’s just a little confused.” Yoongi said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Besides, we have plenty of time to teach her to be a good girl, don’t we?” 

Hoseok sighed, some of the tension being released from his body as he finally gave you a gentle smile. “You’re right. Come on, sweetheart, we made breakfast.” 

You bit your tongue, far too nervous to speak in fear of finding out just exactly what kind of punishments these two had in mind. 

In some twisted and sick way, you were finally spending Christmas with someone after all of these years. You wished you could go back to being alone again, even being without your mother was better than this. 

“Forgetting something, Hobi?” Yoongi reminded him as Hoseok stopped before he could enter the kitchen. 

Hoseok eyed the ribbons bound around your wrists that were tied in a neat little bow, a look of anticipation lit up his features. 

“Come here, sweetheart,” He called, beckoning you with his hand. 

You stayed still, suddenly more willing to be around Yoongi than Hoseok. You looked at Hoseok in fear, your eyes darting between him and the familiar sight of the toxic mistletoe strung up above his head. 

“I want to unwrap our pretty little present.” 

[bunnysuit-femboy]

Holy - Angel

(Jean x Reader) - Word Count: 2.2k

Creature: a spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God

Warnings: Blasphemy, Very Religious Mindsets, Vaginal Penetration, Creampie, Breeding Kink

Extra Notes: Kicking off the Halloween countdown strong with some angelic Jean! Also, for all of the Fleabag fans, this is lightly inspired by the Confessional scene in season 2!

You were used to the church being quiet at this time of night, it was unusual to see anyone awake at midnight and especially seeing them inside praying. But, this was the only time you liked to come here; you’d show up on Sundays, Wednesdays, and almost every Friday and Monday at midnight.

The large wooden front door of the church creaked as you pushed it open. You leaned your entire body weight into the door, slowly moving it to rest in its normal spot for Wednesdays and Sundays. It’s only completely open all day when there's a service, but just because it’s shut doesn’t mean you can’t come in and pray - that’s something the priest had always told you since your first day here.

Your shoes clicked against the hard mahogany wood flooring underneath you. You walked down the main aisle of the church, passing the pews you normally sit in during sermons. You tended to choose the pews towards the back, not wanting to impose on the other churchgoers - the only person here nice enough to make you feel welcome has always been the priest. Everybody else gave you weird looks for showing up alone when you used to come every week with your husband.

You finally made it to your destination, the large mahogany confessional stood high in front of you. You pulled back the curtain for the left side of the booth and immediately kneeled on the small step stool in front of the small iron grate separating you from the priest. You took a deep breath before bringing all of your sins to mind, readying yourself for the next conversation.

This definitely wasn’t your last time in this exact position and place, and definitely wouldn’t be your last time either. Every week you tried to confess, same day, same time, same priest, same church. You enjoyed routine and you liked to believe maybe Father Jean liked it as well, always knowing you’d make your way here eventually every single Friday night. You took a deep breath before beginning the same routine of the night.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” There fell a moment of silence in which you knew the priest was basking in as well as yourself. “It’s been a week since my last confession.”

You started talking about all of your sins within the last seven days. You spoke of the time you saw your ex-husband at the grocery store the other day, and how you had wished you had the nerve to speak your anger - but you didn’t. You also spoke of the time your mother called and you purposely ignored the ringing because you didn’t feel like talking at the moment - but you did call her back later. And, you spoke a bit too long about the large chocolate cake you bought and ate all by yourself alone in your living room last Saturday night.

After minutes and minutes of confessing every moment within the last seven days where you felt minorly sinful, you ended with an apology. You always ended with many sorrys said to the priest. Sorry for wasting your time, and thank you for being here for me. Sorry for always sinning and thank you for always blessing me despite my sins. Sorry for stealing your sleep on a Friday night, and thank you for always being available when you are available.

Your routine for every Friday night at midnight in this same confessional, with this same priest, in this same church was down to the T. You wouldn’t be surprised if there came a time when you would confess the same sins, constantly, every week. Now, in the routine, all that was left was Father Jean blessing you and you going on your merry way back home.

“That’s all of your sins?” Father Jean asked after a moment of letting your confession truly settle in the air between you both. “You have nothing else left to say to me right now?”

You nodded even though you knew the priest couldn’t see it, “Yes, that’s everything I can think of at the moment.”

“Not even masturbation?”

The question shocked you to your core. You didn’t even like saying the m-word and here was your priest saying it to you, asking you if you have participated in the act. You wondered why he’d even ask such a thing, did he believe you were lying about your sins?

“No, no no no, of course not, Father.” You felt like crying, pleading with the priest to know that you would never leave a sin out of your confession and you would never lie to him. “I have never done that, never.”

“Wow,” Father Jean spoke as if he gave up completely, “You’ve never even masturbated, you really are a saint, you know that, right?”

“I,” You attempted to speak, but only air came out of your mouth. You thought maybe it was a good sign you were breathing, at least now you knew this whole conversation was real. “I, uh, I think it’s a little sacreligious for you to compare me to a saint when I’m not.”

Father Jean giggled breathily on his side of the confessional. You heard him smack his hand against his leg, as if he were physically giving up on this conversation. You felt guilty for making him feel this way, you now wished you had masturbated at least once so you could help him through this conversation - maybe he wouldn’t be so upset if you had done something that sinful in your life just once.

But, you never had. You only had sex with your husband a handful of times before he divorced you a year into the marriage. And, even then, you had been persistent on waiting to have sex for the first time until after your wedding day. Before then as well, you always swallowed the urge to touch yourself, never wanting to give into sin.

“I’m sorry,” You pleaded to the priest, “I can- I can touch myself if you want me to!”

“No, no no no.” The wood creaked on the other side of the wall in front of you, it sounded like Father Jean was walking around on his side of the confessional. “I don’t want you to do that, I just- I have never met somebody like you before, you know that?” The curtain on his side sprung open quickly, you looked toward your curtain, wondering where he was going. Outside of your curtain, you heard him speak. “You’re special, you deserve a special reward.”

You blinked at him, dumbfounded, “Father, what do you mean, what are you saying?”

The curtain in between you and the priest slammed against the wall beside it and you stared up at Father Jean. You were still on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with large and delicate eyes. He could see your innocence in your face, he could see how sinless you lived and yet how guilty you felt for every normal feeling you had. It was amazing to him to see someone so much like himself.

“I’ve been looking for somebody like you for quite a long portion of my existence.” Father Jean shook his head as he examined you in front of him. “And, I have never met anyone as holy as you are. I want to reward you, God is allowing me to reward you, if you accept his reward.”

You nodded quickly, “Yes, of course I accept. I accept anything God will give me.”

“Then, stand up for me.” You did as he said, and stood on your feet. You had to look up at Father Jean at this distance, you had never been this close to him. You always knew he was tall, and you had always heard the other members speak of his height, but you had never had the chance to witness it yourself so closely. “And, kiss me.”

Your throat had gone dry, you had to admit you had found yourself imagining kissing Father Jean many, many times - he’s the most handsome man you had ever seen. But, you never thought it become a reality, you knew priests couldn’t marry, so you assumed sex was not an option for them. Hearing your priest tell you to kiss him made you want to question his celibacy, but you also didn’t care so much, he didn’t have to tell you twice - you have wanted to kiss him for as long as you’ve known him.

You leaned forward and kissed him, swiftly landing your lips on his lips. You had never kissed anyone other than your ex-husband, and you had to admit that kissing somebody else was a whole new experience for you. And, you had to admit you liked it, you liked it a lot - and part of you even missed these intimate moments with your ex.

Your body was suddenly flush against Father Jean’s, and you weren’t sure if this was your doing or his. His body was not only pressed against your own, but now he was backing you up, back into the confessional. You moved your lips from his mouth to give yourself just enough space to talk.

“Father,” You whispered against his lips, “Where are you-?”

The priest sushed you quietly, “It’s okay, just trust me, okay?” You nodded while your lips still grasped for his, not wanting to stop kissing him but still curious in his plan. But, you did trust him, you trusted him with every ounce of your soul.

Father Jean backed you against the mahogany wall and you picked you up so your legs could wrap around his waist. You gasped as he pushed your back against the wall enough to only need to hold you up with one hand. He used his now free hand to unbutton his black slacks.

The new angle you were at forced your dress to be pushed up to your waist, and now his free hand scrambled for your panties. You tried to speak, but all that came out was a mess of breathing and syllables.

“Fa-fa-fath-er” You spoke through breathless gasps.

The priest shook his head, “Don’t worry, God has a plan for you and this baby, he’s going to be very special.” Father Jean moved your panties to the side, pushing his dick inside of you in one swift movement. You would’ve been more impressed by his pure muscular strength if you weren’t preoccupied by his whole cock inside of you.

The feeling of being with Father Jean felt so much better than being with your ex-husband, it felt holy oddly enough. You felt like you were floating rather being held up by the priest’s muscular arms, and you could swear - in your lightheaded state of pleasure - that there was an odd golden glow around the both of you. The golden glow made you think that maybe God himself was here to witness this moment, and that thought made your eyes flood with tears. You always knew God was real and active in your life, but this was the first moment you felt reassured by that feeling.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as gripped onto the back of the priest’s shirt. You could feel that Father Jean had some odd bumps on his shoulder bones, they felt like long linear scars meeting at a point at his ribs. You were curious about what these marks were caused by, but not enough to open your mouth and attempt speaking - and you were sure if you had opened your mouth, nothing but moans would come out.

You suddenly felt as Father Jean’s abdomen tightened against your stomach, and even though you had only had sex a handful of times, you knew what that meant. You leaned in close to the priest, bringing your mouth up to his ear and whispered sweetly to him.

“Come inside of me,” You begged, “Please, Father.”

You didn’t have to say much more than that before Father Jean was releasing himself inside of you. You and the priest sang a chorus of moans as you felt yourself get filled up with his warmth. You wanted Father Jean to fuck you again and again and again, knowing that eventually you’ll be filled up with as many children as he wants for however long he wants you.

The priest set you back on the ground gently and your legs wobbled as they hit the ground. You felt like a newborn deer just learning to walk for the first time and you looked at it as well when you tried to leave the confessional without the priest’s assistance. Father Jean helped you to a pew and sat down beside you, placing his hand gently on your arm before speaking softly to you.

“I’m glad you have accepted God’s gift,” Father Jean said, “He will be pleased to know one of his children is walking the Earth, continuing his legacy for him.”

You nodded, confused but not in the mood to ask questions. You’d ask him some other time, you’d ask him about God’s gift to you, what he means, why he’s doing this, and when you can do it again. You also wished to ask the priest what those marks on his back were from, but just as suddenly as Father Jean had pinned you against the wall, you felt the spirit of sleep dawn upon you. You rested your head on the priest’s shoulder and whispered to him.

“Okay,” You said in a small voice, one you were unsure if the priest could even hear, “Thank you.” Jean chuckled as you began drifting off into sleep.

[maximons]

Tricks And Treats

Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?

Word Count: 2,915

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!

Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.

You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?

Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.

For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.

You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?

Wrong.

You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.

By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.

Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.

So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.

“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”

“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”

“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.

“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.

“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.

“Friday night!” He confirmed.

“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.” 

The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”

“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”

“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”

“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.

“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”

Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”

Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”

Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.

“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.

“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.

“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.

“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.

“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.

“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.

“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.

The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.

“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.

“Shut up.”

“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.

“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.

Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.

“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.

Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.

“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.

“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.

“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.

“That can happen!?”

“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.

A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.

After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.

“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.

“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.” 

“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.

“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.

“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.

You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister’s insane.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.

“What?”

“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.

The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.

You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.

And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.

What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.

At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit. 

Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.

“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.

“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.

“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.

“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred. 

A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.

“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.

“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to. 

You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.

“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.

You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.

[timelesstimesgoneby]

Halloween list

TitleHalloween Jake And The Fatman 1987–19924 S05E21 Nightmare Diagnosis Murder 1993–20012 S02E13 The Bela Lugosi Blues 3 S05E16 Rain Of Terror 2 S08E12-13 Double Sins Of The Father 3 S08E22 The Blair Nurse Project McCloud 1970–1977 S07E06 McCloud Meets Dracula Mcmillan & Wife 1971–19771 S01E01 Murder By The Barrel 1 S02E01 Night Of The Wizard 1 S03E01 Death Of A Monster...Birth Of A Legend 1 S03E02 The Devil You Say Murdoch Mysteries  Season 1-13 And 0 Christmas 3 S01E09 Belly Speaker 4 S01E13 The Annoying Red Planet 4 S02E12 Werewolves 2 S03E05 Me, Myself And Murdoch 2 S03E07 Blood And Circuses 4 S03E11 Hangman 4 S04E11 Bloodlust 4 S04E13 Murdoch In Wonderland? S05E0 The Curse 1 S05E03 Evil Eye Of Egypt 3 S05E10 Staircase To Heaven 3 S05E11 Murdoch In Toyland 2 S06E07 The Ghost Of Queen's Park 4 S06E12 Crime & Punishment 4 S06E13 The Murdoch Trap 2 S07E05 Murdoch Of The Living Dead 2 S07E07 Loch Ness Murdoch 3 S07E09 Midnight Train To Kingston 4 S07E14 Friday The 13th, 1901 2 S08E07 What Lies Buried 4 S08E13 The Incurables 2 S12E06 Sir. Sir? Sir!!! 4 S13E05 Murdoch And The Cursed Caves Dick Van Dyke Show 1961–19662 S02E15 The Cat Burglar 2 S02E20 It May Look Like A Walnut 3 S03E31 I'd Rather Be Bald Than Have No Head At All 1 S04E02 The Ghost Of A. Chantz 1 S05E03 Uhny Uftz 3 S05E30 Long Night's Journey Into Day The Andy Griffith Show 1960–19683 S02E17 The Jinx 1 S03E05 The Cow Thief 1 S04E02 The Haunted House 4 S04E25 Divorce, Mountain Style 5 S04E31 Back To Nature 2 S05E12 The Darling Baby 2 S05E14 Three Wishes For Opie 3 S05E19 The Lucky Letter 1 S06E06 A Warning From Warren Brady Bunch 1969–1974 Brady Kids 1972–1973  Kids 1972–1973 The Brady Brides 1981 A Very Brady Christmas 1988 The Bradys 1990 The Brady Bunch Movie 1995 A Very Brady Sequel 1996 Growing Up Brady 2000 The Brady Bunch In The White House 2002Y-1 S04E06 Fright Night y-2 S02E03 The Slumber Caper G-K-3 S02E05 Who Believes In Ghosts? Mission: Impossible Season 1-7 1966–1973 PG 133h 38m  Mission: Impossible 1988–19901-3. S01E11 Zubrovnik's Ghost 1-3 S01E12 Fakeout 1-6 S02E22 The Killing 1-5 S04E19 Phantoms 1-5 S04E20 Terror 1-6 S05E21 A Ghost Story Indiana Jones 1-4 19811984 1989 20081 No 2 Yes 3.no 4. No Walker Texas Ranger 1993–20012 S07E06 The Children Of Halloween Numb3rs 2005–20104 S01E12 Noisy Edge 2 S06E06 Dreamland Bewitched Season 1- 8 1964–1972 NR 25m1 S01E07 The Witches Are Out 4 S02E07 Trick Or Treat 7 S03E07 Twitch Or Treat 10 S04E08 A Safe And Sane Halloween 16 S06E07 To Trick Or Treat Or Not To Trick Or Treat The Brass Bottle 1964 I Dream Of Jeannie 1965–1970) I Dream Of Jeannie... Fifteen Years Later (1985)8 S03E21 My Master, The Ghostbreaker The Partridge Family (1970–1974)4 S02E14 Where Do Mermaids Go? Rockford Files (1974–1980)S03E12 There's One In Every Port Charlie's Angels Also Called The Babes (1976–1981)10 S03E07 Haunted Angels 10 3E09 Angels Ahoy 15 S04E14 Of Ghosts And Angels Knight Rider Season 1-4 1982–1986 PG 72h 41m Knight Rider 2000 (1991) 95 Min1 S03E05 Halloween Knight 4 S04E20 Fright Knight 4 S04E22 Voo Doo Knight Knight Rider 2008–2009 60 Min2 S01E06 Knight Of The Living Dead 4 S01E14 Fight Knight Airwolf Season 1-3 1984–1986 PG  166h 39m1 S02E03 Moffett's Ghost Quantum Leap 1989–19931 S03E05 The Boogieman 4 S04E20 The Curse Of Ptah-Hotep 3 S05E15 Blood Moon Columbo 1971–20032 S01E04 Death Lends A Hand M-2 -2 Death Hits The Jackpot Hart To Hart - Movies Are Murder Collection - 8 Films 1993-1996Hart To Hart: Secrets Of The Hart The Three Stooges: The Ultimate Collection2- 2 S06E02 We Want Our Mummy 4-1 S10E02 Dizzy Detectives 4-1 S10E03 Spook Louder 4-2 S11E03 The Yokes On Me 4-2 S11E04 Idle Roomers 4-2 S12E01 Three Pests In A Mess 4-2 S12E04 If A Body Meets A Body 5-2 S15E01 Shivering Sherlocks 5-2 S15E05 The Hot Scots 5-2 S15E06 Heavenly Daze 5-2 S15E08 Mummy's Dummies 5-2 S15E09 Crime On Their Hands 6-1 S16E01 The Ghost Talks 6-1 S16E02 Who Done It? 6-1 S17E03 Dopey Dicks 6-2 S18E05 Merry Mavericks 7-2 S20E05 Spooks! 7-2 S21E06 Scotched In Scotland 8-1 S22E02 Of Cash And Hash 8-1 S22E04 Bedlam In Paradise 8-1 S22E07 Hot Ice 8-1 S23E02 Creeps 8-2 S23E04 For Crimin’ Out Loud 8-3 S24E08 Outer Space Jitters The Karate Kid 1984 Pg 2h 7m The Karate Kid Part II 1986 Pg 1h 53m The Karate Kid Part III 1989 Pg 1h 53m The Next Karate Kid 1994 1h 47m The Karate Kid 2010 Pg 2h 13mYes Disney Animated Canon Uk Box Set 1 Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs B C 1937 G 1h 28m 2 Pinocchio B 1940 G 1h 28m 3 Fantasia B 1940 G 2h 6m 4 Dumbo B C 1941 G 1h 4m 5 Bambi A B C 1942 G 1h 10m 6 Saludos Amigos 2 1942 G 45 Minutes 7 The Three Caballeros 2 1944 G 1h 11m 8 Make Mine Music 2 1946 G 1h 15m 9 Fun & Fancy Free Abc 1947 G 1h 13m 10 Melody Time 2 1948 G 1h 15m 11 Ichabod & Mr Toad Abc 1949 G 1h 8m 12 Cinderella Abc 1950 G 1h 16m 13 Alice In Wonderland Abc 1951 G 1h 15m 14 Peter Pan Abc 1953 G 1h 17m 15 Lady & The Tramp Abc 1955 G 1h 16m 16 Sleeping Beauty B 2 1959 G 1h 16m 17 101 Dalmatians Abc 1961 G 1h 19m 18 The Sword In The Stone Abc 1963 G 1h 19m 19 The Jungle Book Bc 1967 G 1h 29m 20 The Aristocats Abc 1970 G 1h 18m 21 Robin Hood Abc 1973 G 1h 23m 22 The Many Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh Abc 1977 G 1h 40m 23 The Rescuers Abc 1977 G 1h 34m 24 The Fox & The Hound Abc 1981 G 1h 23m 25 The Black Cauldron 2 1985 Pg 1h 30m 26 Basil The Great Mouse Detective Abc 1986 G 1h 17m 27 Oliver & Company Abc 1988 G 1h 14m 28 The Little Mermaid Abc 1989 G 1h 25m 29 Rescuers Down Under Abc 1990 G 1h 17m 30 Beauty & The Beast Abc 1991 G 1h 32m 31 Aladdin Abc 1992 G 1h 31m 32 The Lion King Abc 1994 G 1h 29m 33 Pocahontas Abc 1995 G 1h 31m 34 The Hunchback Of Notre Dame Abc 1996 G 1h 31m 35 Hercules Abc 1997 G 1h 33m 36 Mulan Abc 1998 G 1h 28m 37 Tarzan Abc 1999 G 1h 28m 38 Fantasia 2000 Abc 2000 G 1h 15m 39 The Emperor's New Groove Abc 2001 G 1h 18m 40 Atlantis The Lost Empire Abc 2001 Pg 1h 36m 41 Lilo & Stitch Abc 2002 Pg 1h 25m 42 Treasure Planet Abc 2002 Pg 1h 35m 43 Brother Bear Abc 2003 G 1h 25m 44 Home On The Range Abc 2004 Pg 1h 16m 45 Chicken Little Abc 2005 G 1h 21m 46 The Wild B 2006 1h 35m 47 Meet The Robinsons B 2 2007 G 1h 42m 48 Bolt B 2 2008 Pg 1h 37m 49 The Princess & The Frog B 2009 G 1h 38m 50 Tangled Abc 2010 Pg 1h 40m 51 Wreck-It Ralph Abc 2012 Pg 1h 48m 52 Frozen Abc 2013 Pg 1h 49m 53 Big Hero 6 Abc 2014 Pg 1h 48m 54 Zootropolis Abc 2016 Pg 1h 50m 55 Moana Abc 2016 Pg 1h 53m 56 Wreck It Ralph 2 Wreck It Ralph Breaks The Internet Abc 2018 Pg 1h 56m11 T 25 T S 49 T 7 S 10 S 11 S 13 S Pixar 0 Shorts 1-3 01 The Adventures Of André & Wally B Luxo Jr.  Red's Dream Tin Toy 03 Bao LavaThe Radiator Springs 500½ Party Central Partysaurus Rex Marine Life Interviews 1. Toy Story 81 Minutes 2. A Bug's Life 95 Minutes 3. Toy Story 2 92 Minutes 4. Monsters, Inc. 92 Minutes 5. Finding Nemo 100 Minutes 6. The Incredibles 115 Minutes 7. Cars 117 Minutes 8. Ratatouille 111 Minutes 9. WALLE 98 Minutes 10. Up 96 Minutes 11. Toy Story 3 103 Minutes 12. Cars 2 106 Minutes 13. Brave 93 Minutes 14. Monsters University 104 Minutes 15. Inside Out 95 Minutes 16. The Good Dinosaur 94 Minutes 17. Finding Dory 97 Minutes 18. Cars 3 103 Minutes 19. Coco 1h 49m 20. Incredibles 2 21. Toy Story 4 22. ‎onward 2020 1. Soul4. 14. Dogs 1 The Shaggy Dog 1959 The Ugly Dachshund 1966 The Shaggy D.A. 1976 The Shaggy Dog 2006Yes Swiss Family Robinson 1960 G 2h 6minYes Bedknobs And Broomsticks 1971 G 1h 35mYes The Cat From Outer Space 1978 G 1h 44minYes DuckTales 1987–19901-3 S01E26 The Curse Of Castle McDuck 3-2 S01E64 Ducky Horror Picture Show Chip 'n' Dale Rescue Rangers 1988–1990S02E09 Ghost of a Chance S02E39 Good Times, Bat Times The Tigger Movie 2000 G 1h 17minYes Pooh's Heffalump Movie 2005 1h 8mYes Pooh's Heffalump Halloween Movie 2005 G 1h 7mYes Double Switch 1987 G 1h 32mYes Blackbeard's Ghost 1968 G 1h 46mYes Holes 2003 PG 1h 57mYes Bedtime Stories 2008 PG 1h 39mYes Looney Tunes Golden Collection4-3 A-Haunting We Will Go 5-1 Transylvania 6-5000 Gilligan's Island Season 1-3 1964–1992 G5 S02E27 Ghost A Go-Go 5 S02E29 The Friendly Physician 1 S03E01 Up At Bat 3 S03E13 And Then There Were None Voodoo Episode 2 S01E03 Voodoo Something To Me 3 S01E10 Waiting For Watubi 1 S03E05 Voodoo Get Smart 1965–1970 2 S01E14 Weekend Vampire 3 S02E20 The Mummy 3 S03E15 The Groovy Guru Wonder Woman 1975–1979 G 1h9 S03E15 The Starships Are Coming 10 S03E23-E24 Phantom Of The Roller Coaster Part 1-2 Adventures Of Superman 1952–1958 Nr2 S02E08 A Ghost For Scotland Yard 4 S02E22 Jimmy Olsen, Boy Editor 1 S03E05 Great Caesar's Ghost 3 S04E02 The Unlucky Number Lois & Clark: The New Adventures Of Superman 1993–19971 S03E04 When Irish Eyes Are Killing 3 S03E12 Never On Sunday 3 S04E09 Ghosts Smallville 2001–201114 S04E08 Spell 17 S05E05 Thirst Batman 1966–1968 G 25min3 S01E27 The Curse Of Tut 3 S03E23 I'll Be A Mummy's Uncle 3 S03E24 The Joker's Flying Saucer The Flash 1990-19912 S01E05 Double Vision Superman: The Animated Series3 S02E14 Ghost In The Machine The Six Million Dollar Man 1974–19781 S01E01 Population Zero Bionic Woman 1976–19781 S01E14 The Ghosthunter The Incredible Hulk 1977–1982 PG 68h 47m4 S02E15 Haunted 5 S03E21 Equinox British Avengers-new AvengersS01E20 The Tunnel Of Fear 4 S04E015 Castle De'ath 7 S04E26 Honey For The Prince 2 S05E04 The See-Through Man Ellery Queen 1975–1976 TV PG 1h 40minThe Adventure Of The Mad Tea Party The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries 1977–19791 S01E01 The Mystery Of The Haunted House 3 S01E02 The Mystery Of Pirate's Cove 1 S01E03 The Mystery Of Witches' Hollow 3 S01E08 A Haunting We Will Go 4 S01E12 The Mystery Of Ghostwriters' Cruise 1 S02E01-S02E02 The Hardy Boys And Nancy Drew Meet Dracula 4 S02E15 The House On Possessed Hill 4 S02E17-18 Voodoo Doll Magnum Pi 1980–19883 S01E10 The Curse Of The King Kamehameha Club 1 S02E03 The Woman On The Beach A Team 1983–19871 S04E01-2 Judgment Day Murder, She Wrote 1984–1996 Nr Murder, She Wrote Movie Collection 1997 2000 2001 20031 S01E01 The Murder Of Sherlock Holmes 2 S02E06 Reflections Of The Mind 3 S03E11 Night Of The Headless Horseman 3 S05E13 Fire Burn, Cauldron Bubble” 2 S06E07 Night Of The Tarantula 3 S08E12 The Witch's Curse 3 S08E13 Incident In Lot 7 5 S08E20 Angel Of Death 1 S10E03 The Legacy Of Borbey House 2 S12E06-7 Nan's Ghost House 2004–2012 TV-14 44min1 S04E04 Guardian Angels Father Knows Best 1954–19602 S03E09 The Old Days 6 S05E36 The Great Anderson Mystery Leave It To Beaver 1957–19634 S02E23 The Haunted House Daniel Boone Season 1-6 1964–1970 Nr 135h 50m3 S01E11 Mountain Of The Dead 2 S04E07 The Inheritance Beverly Hillbillies 1962–19661 S01E06 Trick Or Treat Petticoat Junction Seasons 1-3 1963-19662 S02E14 The Curse Of Chester W. Farnsworth Green Acres Season 1-6 1965–1971 G 70h 45m4 S01E26 The Ballad Of Molly Turgis 2 S02E12 A Square Is Not Round 3 S02E23 The Beverly Hillbillies 4 S02E25 The Saucer Season 2 S03E09 The Thing 4 S03E26 The Hungarian Curse 2 S04E11 Blue Feather 3 S05E19 The Cow Killer Quincy Me 1976–19831 S04E08 No Way To Treat A Body The Life And Times Of Grizzly Adams Season 1-2 1977–1978 G 60m4 S01E10 The Unholy Beast Hart To Hart Season 1-5 1979–1984 PG 88h 20m Hart To Hart - Movies Are Murder Collection - 8 Films 1993-1996 1 In Dvd Case The Rest In Big Box4 S01E14 Night Horrors S01E15 Which Way Freeway? 2 S02E06 Murder Wrap T.J. Hooker 1982–19863 S02E06 Terror At The Academy 3 S05E11 Nightmare Addams Family 1964–19661 S01E07 Halloween With The Addams Family 3 S02E07 Halloween - Addams Style

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Merry Halloween

31 Days of Spooktober

Day 5/31

Prompt: “it's december. we can't celebrate halloween in december” “yes, we can” one where rowan can't spent halloween with aelin so aelin decides they're going to celebrate in december

Aelin was exhausted.

She really thought that finishing college and finally working on her own in the gallery would be the best thing ever, but in reality it was just brutal. She had an assistant only twice a week, meaning that the other days she was all by herself working on several different pieces of art that required all her attention. She was hoping that Borte would accept working full week next year, and that Kaltain and Elide would actually join her in the gallery when both graduated in the next spring.

For now, however, Aelin was tired, feet dragging as she came home.

An empty home.

That was another problem she hadn’t thought about before graduating months ago. Her art and history degree had only taken four years, as it was the norm, but her boyfriend, pursuing law, would have to go to Law School for another three years. It was fine, they agreed. It was a lot of busy work but they surely could make it work.

That is, until Rowan moved to Boston and Aelin remained in Chicago.

The long distance relationship fucking sucked, but it was that or breaking up with Rowan, something she didn’t see herself doing in a million of years. And so, for the past seven months, they had been living off phone calls, FaceTime and very rare weekends in which Aelin managed to fly to Boston. It wasn’t by any means ideal, but it was somewhat working.

And yet, as she walked home, looking at all the couples buying Christmas decorations, dinning together and just living their lives with one another, Aelin couldn’t help but feel a deep pang of jealousy. Her two favorite holidays were Halloween and Christmas, and she wouldn’t be able to spend neither with Rowan.

During October, he was too busy with the first quarter tests, and now he was studying like crazy for his midterms. There was no way he could go to Chicago, and Aelin didn’t have the funds or the time to go to Boston. She had to keep the gallery open, especially during Christmas season.

She hadn’t seen her boyfriend in more than three months and it fucking sucked.

She fucking missed him.

Aelin finally arrived in her townhouse, courtesy of her granduncle’s will, and almost cried of relief. She just wanted to take a bath, order something to eat and call Rowan. It was Friday, so hopefully he would be done with his studies for the day and would be able to spend hours on the phone with her.

Thinking better, she could both shower and order with him already on the phone, so as she opened the front door, Aelin also started looking for her phone inside her purse. The thing was way too big and way too full, meaning that Aelin was bound to spend minutes looking for that goddamn phone.

“I need to be more organized.” Aelin grunted, stepping in. She started taking off her scarf as she still tried to look down at the purse. “A-ha!”

Aelin raised the phone triumphantly in front of her, and it took her only a few seconds to realize what was behind the phone.

“What. The. Fuck.” Aelin breathed, gripping the phone harder as she let her coat and purse fall to the ground, feet taking her deeper into the hall. She also felt her jaw dropping, mind so confused she didn’t know what to do first. She didn’t know if this was some of Aedion’s pranks or if she should be actually concerned and call the cops.

All around the townhouse, small Christmas decorations made the place look like it was the fucking North Pole. Even Fleetfoot, sitting by the fire that Aelin was a hundred percent sure she had not lit, was dressed in her small Santa hat, bitting a bone in the shape of a candy cane that Aelin was also sure she hadn’t given the dog.

The confusion only thickened when she realized that every decoration, every small stocking and red lanterns, were exactly where she would have put them. The townhouse was relatively big, and Aelin just knew that if this was one of Aedion’s pranks, he wouldn’t have done it so perfectly.

Aelin’s mind was racing, heart beating fast as she was torn between confusion and the need to grab Fleetfoot and run.

“I’d hope you’d be smiling more in this occasion.” A male voice came from behind her, and Aelin immediately whipped her head to the man now standing near Fleetfoot, hands on his pockets and a grin on his lips. His grey-silver hair was a little longer than the last time they saw each other in person, but the tanned skin, pine green eyes and handsome face were still the same.

Aelin dropped her phone, frozen in place for a single second before a joyful laugh ripped through her. The man’s grin widened, and he walked a few steps forward as Aelin ran to him. She threw herself in his arms, her own arms sneaking around his neck as she pulled him closer to her. Rowan hugged her back with a bone-crushing force, face burying on the crook of her neck, breathing her in.

“What are you doing here?!” Aelin asked, her cheeks hurting from smiling. She pulled her face back, staring right into his green eyes, face also lit with so much happiness that it made Aelin’s heart expand.

Rowan tried shrugging. “I missed Fleetfoot.”

Aelin laughed, hugging his neck tighter as she raised herself on her tiptoes. “I missed you so fucking much.”

Rowan lowered his head, hands going from her hips up to her face, cupping her cheeks as he pressed his mouth against hers. Aelin sighed in content, body immediately melting against Rowan’s as his hot lips moved on top of hers. It had been months since she had kissed her boyfriend, and the feeling of his boy against hers, his lips against hers was the best present she could ask for.

“I missed you so fucking much too, Ace.” Rowan murmured, bitting her bottom lip and then sweeping his tongue lightly against it. Aelin opened her mouth, feeling Rowan’s tongue enter it and touch hers. Her mind that had been racing seconds ago because of confusion was now racing for a different reason, whole body heating as Rowan deepened the kiss, mouth and tongue moving harder and more intensely against hers. Aelin dragged her hands down his neck all the way to the middle of his back, gripping his shirt as she took a small step forward, grounding her hips against Rowan’s.

Rowan’s hands were in her hair, fingers tangling with the strawberry blonde waves. He pulled some strands softly, earning a small and quiet moan from Aelin. When he heard it, Aelin felt a small huff of laughter against her mouth and she was ready to drag Rowan to her room and make up for the lost time.

However, it looked like Fleetfoot had a different idea, because the puppy got up barking, circling Rowan and Aelin’s feet. Aelin drew back, breathless, and looked down. She chuckled at the small, fluffy ball at their feet, and bent down to grab her.

When Aelin got up again, body still pressed against Rowan’s but now with Fleetfoot taking up some space, she chuckled once more. “Looks like someone wants attention.”

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Traitor. I bring you a present and you cock-block me.” Fleetfoot simply barked, throwing her paws at Rowan’s chest. He rolled his eyes, but smiled as he picked up Fleetfoot from Aelin. “Good to know both of you missed me.”

Aelin chuckled, shaking her head. “Her most of all.”

Rowan took his eyes from Fleetfoot for a second to wink at Aelin before focusing on the dog again. She was still a puppy, meaning that both of Rowan’s hands basically engulfed her. However, she didn’t really seem to care. Fleetfoot absolutely adored Rowan, and he would pretend he didn’t adore her as much. Seeing the two together, Rowan holding the puppy as if it was a toy, made Aelin feel her whole body relax further, a serene smile on her face.

“You’re staring.” Rowan murmured, eyes not leaving the dog.

Aelin shrugged, hugging him tighter. “I wish you could live with us.”

Rowan looked at her, an eyebrow raised and a hint of humor on his face. “Oh?”

They had been dating for over three years now, and it was no doubt that neither of them thought that the relationship would end. Aelin lived with Lysandra during college and Rowan had lived with Lorcan, otherwise they would have probably shared an apartment already.

Aelin rolled her eyes. “Stop trying to get me to boost your ego.”

Rowan grinned, holding Fleetfoot with one hand as the other one pulled Aelin by her waist. “You want to live with me, Aelin Galathynius?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I just said I do.”

“That’s adorable. No, really, I’m fucking flattered.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Aelin said ironically.

“It’s like you’ve planned our whole lives already.”

“Please, be quiet.”

“I’d move in, probably propose during Christmas.”

“You are insufferable.”

“I’d put a baby on you by next Christmas.”

Aelin snorted, shaking her head. “Have you been thinking about putting a baby inside of me, Ro?”

Rowan nodded dutifully. “Definitely have been thinking about the process a lot for the past months. We could be training for it right now if this small version of the Devil wasn’t so needy.”

Aelin laughed, petting Fleetfoot. “Don’t be mean, we three know you kiss the floor she walks on.” Rowan snorted, causing Aelin to smile more. “And if you are wondering, I’ve been thinking about the process too, I promise.”

Rowan grinned, opening his mouth to say something. In a matter of seconds, however, the grin became a frown and he sighed. “I can’t ask it with this thing here. She’s one year old, it’s awkward.”

Aelin clamped her lips together, smirking as she winked at Rowan. “The answer is yes, if you were about to ask what I think you were. Unfortunately you’ll have to wait until this one goes to sleep to be sure. She’ll follow you all evening.”

Rowan huffed half heartedly, walking up to the sofa and sitting down, Fleetfoot resting against his chest.

Aelin snorted, looking at him as she kept standing. The soft smile returned to her lips and, this time, when Rowan raised his eyebrows, his smile matched hers. “What?”

“I love you.” She said simply, walking up to him. She stood in between his legs, one of his hands gripping the back of her thigh as he looked up at her. “And I actually wish you could live with us here. Halloween was fucking shit to spend alone, and you probably will leave by Sunday meaning that I’ll be here alone for Christmas because there is no way I’d make you come back here a week after leaving, and I need to keep the gallery open.”

“Ace…” Rowan brushed his thumb against her skin.

“Long distance relationship fucking sucks.” She mumbled.

Rowan sighed. “Come here.” Aelin sat on the sofa, legs over his lap as he put his arm around her shoulders. Aelin rested her head, looking up at him. He bent down, kissing her softly. “I love you too. And I wish we could have done our Halloween marathon together with copious amounts of candy while we wore those ridiculous pumpkin pajamas, but—“

Aelin immediately sat up, eyes wide and mouth pulled into a smile. “Let’s do it.”

“You didn’t let me finish. And what?”

“Let’s do it. There is a store by the end of the street and all the Halloween decorations are in the attic. I have the movies and the pajamas are probably with the stuff you left in Chicago when you went to Boston.”

Rowan’s brows furrowed. “Ace, it’s December. We can’t celebrate Halloween in December.”

“Yes, we can.” Aelin announced, grinning at him. Rowan shook his head, letting out a huff before nodding.

“Very well.”

Aelin squealed, throwing her arms around Rowan’s neck. He laughed, hugging her back by the waist. Even Fleetfoot raised her head, barking excitedly.

“Ok, so I’ll look for the pajamas in that mess of boxes and you’ll take Fleetfoot to the store.” Aelin said, getting up. Rowan nodded, holding Fleetfoot like a sack of potatoes. Aelin eyed him, shaking her head. “Thinking of you as a father is terrifying.”

Rowan grinned, walking to the door to grab Fleetfoot’s leash. “We’ll be fucking amazing parents, what are you talking about?”

Aelin snorted, walking up to him and placing tow quick kisses to his jaw. “I’ll also take a quick shower. Bring anything we used to buy during college.”

Rowan nodded, opening the door. “Fucking shit, I never forget how fucking cold this town is, and yet I’m always surprised.”

As he left, Aelin ran upstairs, opening boxes upon boxes until she found the pajamas.

She grinned, they were fucking ridiculous.

Aelin had gotten them in a Halloween fair during freshman year of college. At that time, she wasn’t dating Rowan yet, but they had… something. It was strange overall, but allowed them to spend an ungodly amount of time together. When Aelin won one of those hoops games, she chose the stupidest thing she could find. It turns out it was a couples’ matching pajamas— the thing was one piece for each, bright orange with a series of small pumpkins all over it. The hood was green and with a brown thing on top.

It was horrendous and Aelin had to physically force Rowan into them before it became a joke for them.

She then ran to the bathroom, taking a quick shower in the hopes of being ready by the time Rowan came back with Fleetfoot. Although rushed, by the time Aelin went downstairs, Rowan had already arrived back. He even had the time to go to the attic to grab the Halloween decoration boxes.

He looked her up and down when she cam down the stairs, a smile overtaking his lips. “You look ridiculous.”

Aelin grinned, throwing him his ridiculous piece of clothing. “And naked underneath. Now go change.”

Rowan looked her up and down once more, something different in his pine green eyes. When Fleetfoot barked again, he simply sighed, going to the bathroom. “I hate your dog.”

“Our dog.” Aelin singsonged.

For the rest of the night, they put up the Halloween decorations with the Christmas ones, making the townhouse look strangely funny. They sat down to watch the classic movies they always did, eating a whole bowl of candy together. Rowan wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets, but he always opened an exception for Aelin during Halloween.

It was around three in the morning when they finished the fourth movie. Fleetfoot was snoring soundly at their feet, Aelin’s whole body pressed against Rowan’s as he hugged her.

“Want to know something terrifying?” Rowan whispered against her ear, teeth brushing the lobe.

Aelin smiled, still staring at the screen showing the fifth movie beginning. “Huh?”

“We’ll have to clean all this up tomorrow. And take down the Halloween decorations because I won’t celebrate Christmas in a house full of Halloween shit.”

It took Aelin a minute to understand what he meant. She turned her face to him, hope blossoming inside her chest so fast she was almost dizzy. Her nose hit his, and her turquoise and gold eyes were staring straight into his pine green ones. “Celebrate Christmas here? As in you’ll be here a week from now?”

Rowan’s grin was huge and joyful. “Yeah. And New Year’s Eve too.”

“Ro?”

He cupped her face, thumb smoothing over the crease between her eyebrows that had formed because of the confusion. “And the rest of next year. And hopefully all years after that because I wasn’t joking about proposing to you on Christmas, so I hope you weren’t joking about me living here either.”

Aelin let out an incredulous laugh, mouth breaking into a smile as her eye watered. “If this is a joke, it’s not funny.”

“You’re looking at the new Law student in the University of Chicago.” Rowan said, laughing quietly with her. “It’ll be hard to get rid of me now, Ace.”

Aelin laughed out loud, not even remembering that Fleetfoot was sleeping near as she threw herself in Rowan’s lap, legs straddling his hips. She grabbed his face with both hands, pressing her lips against his and kissing him passionately as both of them laughed. Aelin felt as if she was in the biggest high of her life, her whole body consumed by happiness and warmth, head light and yet filled with Rowan.

“Oh my Gods.” Aelin whispered against his mouth, another laugh coming out of his, “Oh my fucking Gods.”

Rowan simply cupped her face back, fingers playing with her hair. “I know. I love you too.”

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A/N: Halloween, Christmas and Rowaelin. My three favorite things. Thank you so much for this ask, you have no idea how i squealed when I read it! About the kinktober1: I will only post either tomorrow or Wednesday. I’m so sorry, but I bombed one of my tests and tomorrow there’s like a second chance, like a make up, and I needed to study so I didn’t have time to finish. It will be Rowaelin since I’m more comfortable with them. Because of the wait, I think it’s ok I give a small spoiler about which couple tomorrow’s scene will be: Jily.

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Top 12 Christmas Episodes!

Merry Christmas Eve Everybody! We’ve reached the end of my christmas reivews and what not on this blog. 

But as a wise barrel chested canadian man once said, I fucking love christmas, So if i’m finishing up the holiday on my blog I want to go big and stay home. So in honor of the holiday, my memories of it and just how GREAT it makes me feel i’m counting down my top 12 christmas specials! After last year’s worst of list I really wanted to do the oppsiite.. but it was naturally a lot harder. Shows usually put a LOT of effort into their christmas outings, even the ones who do so once a year, so the good FAR FAR OUTWEIGHS THE BAD. To show the contrast I could only find like.. 8 I was comfortable with putting on the worst list and even some of them aren’t that bad just not good. With the best of list? I had over 60 considered and even once I started narrowing down.. it was still around 30 or 40 REALLY GOOD specials I had to work down into this list. It took a lot of work and up to the last one it was really HARD to cut it down this far. But this is the best of the best of the best of the best of the.. you get the bit. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover and this review was already supposed to come out on christmas eve, so, since I won’t be able to use this for another year...

Er. Top 12 Christmas Specials.

12. Merry Christmas Johnny Rose (Schitt’s Creek) So I finally watched all of Schitt’s Creek this year.. and i’m kicking myself for not powering through it’s terrible starting decent ending first season earlier because the show is easly one of the best comedies of the last decade and rightly earned it’s emmy sweep this year. Heartfelt, hilarious, and starring some of the best names old and new in comedy, the show is really great and I recommend checking it out.. just again be aware the first few episodes are not very good and if it wasn’t vital to the rest of the show story wise, i’d just recommend skippping season 1. While the characters minus patriach Johnny are insuferable at first... it’s their growing from self absorbed assholes to still self abosrbed but really good and decent people that is the beating heart of the show. And no where more is this heart on the show’s sleve than at christmas time as this episode is baked in just how far our cast have come.

The episode centers on Johnny Rose, played by Eugene Freaking Levy who co created the show with his equally talented son Dan who desrves the lion’s share of the credit for the show’s upturn in quality. Since the Roses used to have big lavish christmas parties once a year, Johnny decides to throw the equilvent of what they can do on a budget at the Motel they all live in. But his family all has other plans with daughter Alexis, now happily with Ted again, meeting his friends for the first time, son David, played by Dan Levy, busy at his store with his partner, in both senses, patrick and his wife Moira having a performance with her acapella group. At first it just comes off as something typical of johnny: Something well meaning and what not but ultimatley just not something his family is into or that he planend well for.

It’s only when Johnny finds himself alone at the local diner with Moira coming to see him we find out why he’s REALLY doing this: the old lavish parties, which we see one of at the start.. ultimately ended up with him alone, sad and everyone off to their own corners. WIth the family having actually come together over the past 4 seasons, Johny simply wanted to celebrate that and says such in one of the best moments in the entire show and with one hell of a line.

"I just thought, in spite of all the hardship, we found ourselves coming together, the kids, you and me, as a family. And it just seemed like the perfect day to celebrate that. The perfect day for a Rose Family Christmas Party." But Moira has already taken care of it and thus takes JOhnny home to find all their friends and the rest of the family gathered, wtih the Jazzagals serandading eveyrone with a beautiful rendition of silent night. It’s just a warm, well done character piece that really fits the holiday while also really cementing what the show had become: a show not afraid to make dirty jokes or humilatie it’s cast but one that has a true sweetness to it. It’s only that the first half’s jokes don’t quite pop all that well and feel a bit at johnny’s expense that holds it back. Otherwise this is one i’ll be coming back to every year.

11. Father of the Bob (Bob’s Burgers) Bob’s Burgers is a damn great show i’m season’s behind on. Warm, charming, weird and with an expansive side cast played by a whos who of whose in comedy today. It’s a damn fine show and i’m happy it seems to have manatained it’s quality long after the simpsons and family guy lost theirs. And the show really loves christmas.. and halloween.. and valentine’s day.. and thanksgiving. Oh god does it love thanksgiving. Point is, the shows good at holiday episodes and loves doin em and has produced some stellar ones and I had a lot to pick from here.. but I ended up going with my gut and my personal faviorite. It’s not the most christmasy despite the trappings, but the character work is just too good to leave it out in the cold.  It’s Christmas Eve and the Belcher’s are visiting Bob’s Dad. As you can tell by the fact the most we’ve seen of him is a picture of his restraunt, big bob’s diner in the belcher’s living room and a flashback where he told bob to work instead of play as a kid that set off an episode’s plot, they don’t have the best relationship. Bob has a firm rule about not spending more than 15 minutes with his dad, as that’s the point they run out of things to talk about and his dad starts getting overcrytical and making jabs at bob’s life and restraunt. Linda, being Linda, decides to meddle and when she finds out Big Bob’s short order cook is missing, has our Bob fill in.  But as we see in flash backs it’s not THAT easy to repair things, as there’s a long, bitter history between the two: When a youngbob made his first unique burger and served it to a customer, his dad threw it out without even letting anyone taste it. He then offered bob a partnership when bob was a young man but Bob snapped at Big Bob in front of his friends and left to make burgers his own way, leading to where we are now. And honestly i’ts the perfect origin story for Bob and adds a lot of shades to his character. He’s obessed with the restraunt not just because he genuinely loves cooking but because it’s HIS. His place, to create creative burgers, his family and his regulars. It’s his corner of the sky. It makes the restraunt’s existance and surivvial that much more heartwarming to know the meaning behind it.

Naturally things end up blowing up with Bob pointedly serving the burger to make a point and Big bob walking out angrily and sadly. It takes bob’s gift from the kids, who had their own neat subplot of making gifts for bob in the basement, a snowglobe wrapped in newspaper.. to find out hsi dad kept the newspaper with the review of his first restraunt and kept ALL reviews of Bob’s Burgers. Despite being a stone faced critical ass on the outside, Big BOb STILl cared.. and bob relizes he needs to make amends and actually make an effort instead of just avoiding his dad or gettin gback at him. And through the power of gay club next door line dancing, and nick offerman whose a wonderful guest star here, the two reconcile with Bob admitting he shouldn’t of humilatied his dad even if he had to go his own way, and Big Bob admitting he’s hard to work with, the loss of his wife hit him hard, and he was a bit too much. The two hug, and it’s genuinely just a good, well done story of father and son that somehow gives even more dimension to Bob, an already pretty damn fleshed out character. Just a really great episode whose holiday timing makes it better.. though not being AS much a holiday episode as a really good bob’s burgers that’s enhanced by it is why this one’s so low. Next!

10. Santa Claus Conquers the Martians (MST3K) I”m honestly surpised i’ts taken me THIS long to get to something MST3K related. I’ve loved the show since high school, first exposed to it thanks to a dvd from the library and continuing from there to present day. I love the show’s combination of riff’s on perfectly cheesy movie and fun skits with really good puppets especially for the budget. It’s just good comfort food in show form and no where is comfort food more welcome than christmas, and each era of MST3K, so far hopefully the show will come back again eventually, has had i’ts own damn good christmas special, with this being my faviorite out of the three. 

The other two are good: ironically I have a poster for the santa claus over my computer, or rather crow and tom as santa and pitch aka satan respectively. Yes really, that’s the premise. IT is as awesome and batshit insane as it sounds. Point is I like that one and year without a santa claus, this one just has more personal warmth to me. I jus tlove the holiday feeling of joel and the bots readying for christmas in the host segments. It just feels like christmas and it’s wonderful to see the bots act like kids.  That being said.. it’s still also fucking hilaroius, with the mad’s hilariously petty wish squisher, a device that turns good gifts into socks and other unwanted presents, the best Crow T Robot quote of all time as he gives joel his santa wish

And of course, one of the best and most patently insane christmas songs ever: Have Yourself a Patrick Swayze christmas, which has become oddly sweet after his death and got me to watch road house for the first time last year... and it’s as awesome and wonderfully rediclous as this song inspiried by it and even better once you get the refrences

But while the host segments are what push this film into the list, the movie is still a delightful bit of 60′s cheese as, to restore their children to being children, a couple of martians kidnap santa to bring christmas to mars. Fights iwth robots, an asshole martian and an obnoxious sidekick named droppo, yes really, insue. IT’s just some fun cheese for the holiday and a staple of my holidays. 

9. The Three Wise Men (Letterkenny)  It’s no secret Letterkenny has quickly become one of my faviorite shows. After watching it last January, it’s become part of my being and one of my go too feel good shows, a funny as hell, uniquely weird slice of life show set in rural canada. While like it’s fellow recent legend of canadian television Schitt’s creek it’s first season CAN be a bit rough.. but it’s not as rough and getting through it is worht it as the show immiedatly picked up and became one of the funniest things to ever exist. It’s also uniquely tied to christmas as every year a season of the show has dropped on that day on it’s home streamer Crave TV in canada, and on boxing day here in the us. So it’s only fitting the show also has a REALLY great christmas special. 

It’s Christmas eve and our heroes the hicks, are having a christmas party. For the uniniated the hick’s aren’t really all that “hick” ish just hardworking farmers who still accept everybody and work damn hard. Leading man, terse talker and certified badass Wayne is suprisingly really into christmas, as he spent pretty much every holiday spouting out inacuracies about it but this day? He genuienly enjoys, even insiting on awful holiday drinks only and a midnight toast, the titular three wiseman (Canadian, irish and American Whiskeys, one shot of each). “It’s tradition”.  And thanks to tradition we get the main gag of the episode: most of the episode is wayne calling in various members of the town, most of whom he dosen’t like very much and some who deeply annoy him, to give them presents. And  while i’ve admitted to being a guy who dosen’t like a plot that basically repeats itslef.. it works here.. mostly because while the setup is the same, each member provides something new and hilarious: while it starts innocently enough with Bonnie Mcmurray, local fanservice, nice lady and fangirl of wayne, getting a camera and offering to be an elf, an offer wayne is forced to take up, it soon becomes a parade of weirdness and bullshit Wayne really dosen’t want to put up with and that really makes me laugh hard: Local loveable sex maniac and bar owner Gail goes on for a good minute about her sexual antics with Wayne’s beloved departed uncle eddie after Wayne gives him a picture of the guy, Glenn, another of wayn’es unwanted admirers and local pastor, obsesses over a christmas themed digeredoo, local druggies and emos the skids intitally refuse to open their gift out of prinicpal until wayne simply asks “What if theres drugs in it” (It’s insted vitamin d), the local hockey coach sings a hilarious and gloriously cringe song about having sex with his wife when they were alive and the hockey players make wayne uncomfortable both by crying a bit. Also tanis gets an apron. 

But even if the reactions horrify or piss off our hero into needing his elf’s help, the heart is in the fact that despite hating most of these people, he still got them a gift and one that’s hearfelt and well meaning. And naturally the sweetest is saved for his family of choice with the hicks: Squirrely Dan gets a pencil case for his oft talked about women’s studies class, Dary gets some clonge since he wears his barn clothes everywhere, and Katy gets an obscure korean christmas movie since her subplot that episode had been spent trying to get a christmas movie going, only for everyone to pick it apart: from the racisim of santa and co towards rudolph to pointing out how profoundly fucked up the premise of the santa claus is (including the fact various serial killers could’ve gotten the suit), which I agree with, it’s just a sweet gesture that shows how well he knows his friend. Overall it’s just a fun hangout of an episode that feels like a real christmas party and in these troubling times we could all use that. Now let’s all have a spit.

8. The Feast of Alvis (Sealab 2021) Another Christmas staple for me.. and a gloriously strange one at that. This time we’re checking under the sea with Sealab 2021, one of the earliest adult swim shows and the blueprint for the abriged series format, it took a dry hannah barbara show about an underwater research station and remixed it into the antics of a bunch of idiots and lunatatics throughuly unequipped for the task. Except Dr. Quinn, the only sane person aboard.. most of the time. It was comedy gold courtsey of Adam Reed, creator of the later Frisky Dingo, a throughly underated show, and Archer, which is like Frisky Dingo but refined into it’s truest and most sucessful form. It was magical and just talking about it makes me want to talk about it again at some point, probably in a best of list.  So naturally this madcap energy was perfect for the holidays. Originally the crew planned to use ACTUAL religions for this, but were forced by network to change it.. which ended up being one of those cases where the network ended up actually making the right call as the creators instead created thinly veiled substute for the various religions... and centered it around Alavanism, which is christianity.. but if christ was instead born in the us at some point, and instead of being a pacifist, was a drunken beligernt gun loving redneck who shot a guy in the face, has “vengance is mine” as one of his quotes (from said face shooting) and still had pomp and circumstance as part of his holiday.  Helping this though is our Alvian for the evening is Captain Murphy, the series best character and often the center of it’s best moments, played by the wonderful and sadly late Harry Goz, a half crazed half chidlish cloud cuckoolander who often comes off like a demanding child in an old man’s body. So naturally this holiday is for him and even more naturally he’s holding a massive alvis day cermeony that’s as batshit as he and his religion are in the main deck: he’s got buffalo, a buffet that’s deeply unsanitary, and a hallogen light mimickign the alvistide star that he wants to plop a baby under.  Naturally no one else is happy about this. Well Stormy, local hilarious dumbass, is as the only other alvian on board for this, and a general sucker for dumb shenanigans but he’s so plastared he’s even less coherent than usual and can mostly muster the desire to kick something’s ass or a weak “shut up” Most of all Quinn and his girlfriend debbie, who point out religious tolerance is a part of the sealab charter and that this kind of grotesuqe celebration really isn’t in season. I’ts also a nice dig at “War on Christmas Assholes”, long before that was as big a problem with Muprhy very much being the asshole and his cleebration rapidly crumbling. He also attempts to fire Sparks for being a wiccan stand in so yeah he deserves it. It’s all capped in Muprhy getting visted by a drunken halucination of his lord. All in all easily one of the best and most insane christmas specials ever put to film. If you have HBO Max watch it today or tommorow you will NOT regret it. 

7. Arnold’s Christmas (Hey Arnold)  A classic of my childhood, Hey Arnold is one of the best animated shows period. It’s something i’m not shy about saying, I bleivie I said it in my thanksgiving list and i’ll say it quite a bit. It’s not PERFECT, it has it’s flaws.. but it’s still damn good and the golden standard for slice of life shows. 

This episode naturally is one of it’s best and, while I didn’t catch as a kid the signifigance or what this was about, touches on of all things the vietnam war and the children who were helicoptered out. In a heart destroying story, Mr. Winn, one of Arnold’s boardinghousemates, reveals he has a daughter he has no idea where she is as to give her a better life, he made sure she got on one of those helicopters as an infant. While he was able to immigrate later, he never found her. Arnold being our own personal jesus, refuses to let this stand and goes out of his way to figure it out and goes on a quest that seemingly ends in failure. It falls on Helga to save the day as Helga actually gets what she wanted from her parents, a pair of nice boots, and gets the rare moment where they actually acknoledge her.. but loving arnold and seeing the noblility in his quest.. she gives it up. Just to make someone elses’ dream come true. He may never know who did it and tha’ts okay. An utterly heartwarming and heartbreaking episode. Nuff said. 

6. Santa Claus is Comin To Town  Speaking of classics this is how you do a santa origin story. Not the first or last i’d see, and we’ll get to one of those in a moment. While i’m not a huge fan of Rankin Bass’ other big hit with Rudolph, this one really hits the spot for me and is only this low because it’s pacing is really slow at points. Otherwise this special is near flawless, looks good and holds up today.  As I said this is a good Year One for santa establishing how he became immortal, how he met the elves, he was raised by them, how he started giving out toys, how he met mrs claus you know all the stuff you’d ask about.  To me what really sells it the best though is Mickey Rooney as Santa. While I had no idea who played him till literally writing this article in my mind his earnesness, kindness and genuine nature just.. fit the old elf to me even as a young man and everything from his humble beginings to his wanting to help children just out of kindness to his teaching an old man to dance to his romance just feels.. genuine and warm like christmas should. It just makes me feel good and like others on this list.. FEELS like christmas if that makes any sense. Not a lot else to say. Burger Meister Meisterburger isn’t the best vilian, but it was the early 70′s and we weren’t quite to diamond levels of complex interesting villians just yet so fair enough. Baiscally I don’t have a TON to say about this special in short, I may review it next year, we’ll see, but  it’s really good, really fun and sometimes simple just works I guess? Speaking of stop motion..

5. Abed’s Uncontrollable Christmas (Community) I love a good sitcom. I haven’t shared that love enough on here, I should try and change that at some point, but I do, as a fourth of this list should make crystal clear. So while sadly some of my faviorites like Brooklyn Nine Nine, Parks and Rec and Roseanne didn’t make the cut, Community thankfully did. Community is a show that’s really damn good and had THREE awesome Christmas episodes. All three, all winners and all in contention for some time. Regional Holiday music just barely didn’t make the cut. But ultimately I went with the best of the best, the most creative, most character driven, and most intresting. And the one that in Community’s traditional style, decided to take a spin on an old genre.  In this case Abed, the study groups resident pop culture junkie, guy who thinks in tropes and future Huey Duck, is seeing everything in stop motion and may get thrown out of school as a result. With his friends deeply worried, they turn to Greendale’s local psychologist and british areshole Professor Duncan, played by my spirtual father John Oliver. ALL HAIL THIS MAN

Duncan takes the two into Abed’s fantasy and thus into a rankin bass special where Abed slowly weeds out his friends and tries to get rid of Duncan, whose naturally only intrested in proving a case. It’s a fun, chaotic ride including christmas pterodactyls, and the cast all in bizzare forms based on what Abed thinks of htem. it’s really damn creative and beauitfully animated at that.  Naturally like most of these what clinches it is the heart and soul. We find out towards the end WHy this happened: Abed’s mom is spending christmas with her new family instead of him and it’s broken him to not be able to watch specials like they do> Thus the group rally behind their friend, beat duncan in a wonderful christmas number and watch specials with their buddy, as the weird ass family some of whom have or will make out, they are. 

4. A Charlie Brown Christmas With my love of comic strips and sentiment, it should suprise absolutely no one this is on here. I love peanuts and have only grown to love it more over hte years for it’s mealancholy, finely constructed cast and weird bits people forget about like Snoopy’s disco phase, that really damn good arc where his house burned down, his brother stealing his fiance only to have her stolen from him, the fact Lucy threw Linus out once, that peppermint patty was once held back a grade and her snores took her place at her desk, the fact there was a character named 5, Charlie Brown and Linus’ friend roy who introduced peppermint patty to the cast, the fact a character named crybaby boobie exists, the fact there are specials devoted to a pastiche of call of the wild, a friend of linus’ getting cancer, and Flashbeagle. Just flashbeagle. 

It is glorious. And I really need to add that to my review queue.. maybe for late january. Seriously, tis glorious. And I OWN this one. So yeah. What were we talking about? Oh yes the special that made all the specials, especially flashbeagle, possible: A Charlie Brown Christmas This one has always been part of my life, but even beyond it’s signifigance to me, having grown up with it and grafted it to my soul, it’s just .. good. It has some good commentary on the consumrisim of the holiday with Charlie Brown rightly a bit upset about it and ending up roped into directing a christmas play. Great gags, and charlie brown trying to stick up for a scragly tree no one enlse likes insue. Oh and scripture as this is probably the only overtly religious special on the list. Not that ther’es anything wrong with not being religious and celebrating christmas: i’m not anymore but I still do and while I respect people who celebrate the holiday int he spirit of christ I have none for people who bash anyone who dosen’t just see it religiously and whose over zealous about it. Your just as bad as war on christmas people and you should feel bad.  But yeah overal it’s just an inconic special whose clunkyness in production and audio just adds some charm to it. It shows it’s age.. but only in the animation and production values, which is just.. charming. It’s message is timeless, it’s characterization is perfect as you’d expect from peanuts in it’s prime, and i’ts ending is truly heartmelting. If you’ve never seen this one.. just go do that. I can wait. 

3. How Santa Stole Christmas! (Ducktales)  I”ll be brief on this one as, since it only aired a few weeks ago, i’ve already done a full review on it. But I will justify why such a recent special is this high up: because it’s just that good. It may of JUST been aired, but it’s as good as anything else here and age dosen’t matter. Quality does. There will likely be future specials worth this list i’m sure but for this moment in time this one earns it. It has Santa perfectly charactrized and tells an utterly heartrending story of friendship that ends up ending simply because the two are moving in opposite directions and of Scrooge learning the meaning of christmas. Not thorugh the ghosts, they already brilliantly messed with that one. It’s just really fantastic, gets the christmas spriit perfectly and uses the characters just as flawlessly. I will defintely be watching this one every year. Just a warm, creative, funny as hell special. 

2. Comfort and Joy (Justice League) Speaking of reviews I held off reviews of my final two so I could save more thoughts here. I probably still will review them eventually, especially this one, I just felt i’d be repeating myself or have to be brief like the last one. But yeah this one slaps. The Justice League cartoon is easily one of the best superhero cartoons, if not superhero properties, period. Taking the base already built in from the previous three dcau cartoons, this one builds out the world and expands it , and introduced a young me to my lifelong loves of Martian Manhunter, The Flash and especailly the green lanterns with John Stewarts badass reciting of the oath easily etched in my brain. The only reason he isn’t my faviorite lantern is because mogo exists.. aka the lantern that is a living planet. 

You can see why. But yeah Jon stuck in my mind. So it’s probably no suprise that the christmas special heavily featuring all three. It’s Christmas Time and after the league stops it’s usual disaster, they head off for their usual holiday activities. Batman and Wonder Woman are missing, but it’s fine. While I love both, especailly DCAU Batman, the episode is probably better off not trying to shove them in there just for the sake of it. One of the show’s greatest strength’s was character ballance, not forcing EVERY member of the big 7 into every episode and just using whose needed and shuffling them in and out FAR BETTER than say, Ducktales. Point is this, much like being loved by anyone, was not unusual and it makes the episode tighter. Even more so since this is the ONLY half hour episode in the first two seasons, the rest are basically hour long episodes split into two parters, though still paced for being two episodes so it’s good.. and three movie length three parters for the premire, and the season finales. Fun Fact: As a kid I missed starcrossed and thus had to find out second hand, and barely at that, why hawkgirl was gone at the start of unlimited. I still have not seen it. I will correct this eventually. It was a diffrent time. 

So yeah this episode not only has a main character cast of 6, with 3 other major supporting characters, but is handily split into three amazing plot lines. The first has Green Lantern try to teach Hawkgirl how to have christmas fun by playing on a snowy world, while Hawkgirl takes him to a bar to show how she celebrates.. i.e. getting hammered and starting a fight. Nanananana, she’s gonna start a fight. It’s a fun really sweet segment, and some nice ship tease between the two.  The other two though are what make this special.. not that the first one is bad these two are just really inspiried for the characters involved: For the Flash, who in this series is both Wally and a bit of a smug quipster.. we see beneath the ego and flirting he’s really a sweet, caring guy and spends his christmas finding a toy for the orphans in this case a rapping duck. 

Not QUITE as embarassing btu close. He runs into the Ultra Humanite whose destroying the toys because he hates the comercialism and how it dumbs things down for the kids. Have I mentioned that I love the Ultra Humanite? Because I do.. the animated version. The comics version is REALLY fucking creepy but this version? He’s fucking great, an intellectual whose a formidable threat.. and honestly sympathetic. His motive here, while misguided, is well meaning and his price for selling out the injustice gang and going back to jail quitely? one of the best gags in human history. Getting PBS to say “This program was supported by viewers like you.. and the ultra humanite” He’s just awesome and i’ts a shame he never returned for unlimited. His comic version, while not BAD is just.. not NEARLY as intresting or deep and I wish the comics would have him take after this version.  And that depth shows as once he learns what was going on, he willingly helps flash and simply reprograms the duck to recite the nutcracker. It’s a really nice gesture, that flash returns by giving his foe a christmas tree. Really good stuff.  And I saved the best for last. Heading home for the holidays, Clark takes Jonn with him since otherwise he’d be stuck at the watchtower and batman was apparnetly “Begging” for duty. Granted one wonders what his surrogate dad and adopted sons think but odds are alfred would just drag them up there anyway no mater how much Dick protested. And of course Alfred has watchtower clearance, he’s alfred: he’s the only one besides Diana looking out for bruce.. and no I don’t buy the bullshit from the batman beyond comics that never happened. And Clark too, this is true... but it takes a village to get bruce to go the fuck to sleep and most of that villiage is alfred. And if your wondering “wait won’t he be in danger”... the only thing that can kill this man is apparently bane. He’s survivied earthquakes, poisonings, turning into a supervillian via radaition induced crazies, yes really, apparently dying leading to the supervillian thing, being stabbed, being shot at, having to help raise damien... my point is the guy’s been through a lot in comics, I doubt the dcau version is any less resilent and god damn I miss this old man. Salute alfred, salute.  Where was I oh yeah, Clark insists on taking John home. And it’s stuff like this why I freaking love superman. Many dismiss him as corny, unrelaistic or boring.. all untrue. Sure he’s a boyscout, but he’s meant ot resprsent the best in mankind, what we can truly be powers or no, what we can achieve and the kind of moral, kind person we can be. He’s an inspiration for us all. And this kind of act is what shows that: his response to one of his friends having nowhere to go on christmas and not having been around the holiday? Take him to his house to share in the warmth and love.  And Clark’s parents here show WHY he’s the hero he is and why I freaking love them in all flavors.. except Zack Snyder flavor and even then tha’ts only for Pa “Letting people die is the right thing to do now i’m going to throw myself into a tornado to prove that” kent. But it’s christmas so i’m not here to bitch about zack snyder and if you want that in full, you can pay for it.  My point is they show, as they should how he became the moral paragon he is: they meet a man from mars, who they’ve never met and their son just invited.. and welcmoe him without a thought. While this isnt’ their first alien obviously, and they say so, it’s still really sweet they just warmly welcome the man in and give him their surrogate daughter/their sons’ biological cousin’s room while sh’es away. Oh Kara’s away conveniently skiing with barbra. Also she lives with them in this continuity. Also maybe that’s where dick is. I dunno, but I hope so. Dickbabs for life.. depending on the continuity. I”m still dick and star for life in the titans cartoon.  Point is we get nice of sweet, and hilaroius, holiday stuff: Jonn is suprised to see this side of clark: while he’s always warm and inviting as Clark.. he can also be relaxed, enjoy the holiday and get real spirited. For one day he dosen’t have to be superman. He can just be clark. Evne superman can take a day off.. and he’s superman, he desrves one. Let Bruce and Diana take care of it after they finish marathon sex and Diana finshes with Cheetaah and Maxwell lord.  But yeah as I was saying hilarious as we find out clark used to peak and they had to, and still do, line it with lead foil to make sure he can’t peak, and Martha gives John a sweater, saying his company is all they need for a gift and when it’s a bit big he charmingly grows into it. Jonn also walks among the humans a bit and we get a great little bit of him sneaking down a chimney after hearing the thorughts of a girl whose worried santa isn’t real. It’s just all great stuff that cumilates in Jonn joyfully singing a song in his native tounge while stroking Kara’s cat Streaky.. who sadly does not have a cape or super powers in this universe. Yet. Just a really good superhero story, a damn fine christmas story and one of the best episodes of a stellar show that thankfully is still remembered in this new age of heroes. 

1. It’s Christmas You Dorks (Harvey Beaks) Yup not probably a lot of people’s first choice but fuck it. I’ve loved this one since i saw it a few years ago shorlty after the series ended, having grown far behind and caught up just as it was ending... and regretted it as Harvey Beaks is easily one of my faviorite shows from the wall to wall hit parade that was the 2010′s. It’s charming, hilaroius, heartfelt, and creative.. and really weird if not as weird as CH Greenblaht’s previous show chowder.. but still weird enough.Thankfully Big City Greens is carying the banner for this kind of show, as is Craig of the Creek, so the kind of gentle, slice of life stuff hasn’t gone away, but this show was still it’s own thing and i’m sad it’s gone.  But while it was here it was spectacular and this is one of the best of em if not the best. And naturally for a show like this it has a neat approach: The episode is dialouge free, only having some singing in the last act and that’s diagetic, the characters singing a christmas song. We’ll get to that. This isn’t the FIRST silent christmas special i’ve seen, Courage the Cowardly dog did it’s own take on the nutcracker, but it’s still the best. And given Courage the Cowardly Dog is one of my faviorite shows, that’s high praise. Each segment is charming, unique, and well done. 

As for what each are: The wraparound is a gorgeously animated bit of stop motion or something like it where the spirit of winter goes around and turns fall to winter or helps the kid with winter fun. It’s a bunch of really adorable stuff. The first proper one is the kids having a snowball fight when a bunch of asshole adults interupt, and hte kids end up getting even by hiding in some snowmen. Again just some really fun, really well done stuff.  But the first one that really makes it follows Technobear, local wannabe ladies man in training who has a crush on Harvey’s mom and fantasies about giving her some lovely read shoes and skating with her. His hopes are dashed when instead her daughter michelle, the horrifing baby child pictured above, takes them instead. But not only is it heartwarming to see the stone faced future rule of the world crack a smile, Techno instnatly realizes whats’ improtant and takes the bby ice skating.  The next segment is just some goofy googus with the squirrels, the local crooks who are also squirreels, but it’s still pretty good. We then get Jeremy trying to be santa which is both funny but genuinely heartwarming and finally the best bit as Dade, local killjoy, gets annoyed at everyone singing a popular new christmas song instead of the old standard he likes and being a dick about it before softening a bit when Harvey genuinely offers him camradere. It’s just.. good stuff that’s hard to put into words, and given putting it into words is my thing, it really speaks to just hwo good this special is. it just, makes me feel nice, and really gets the spirit of the holiday in all it’s forms. It’s gorgeously aniamted, well paced, and never stops being entertaining and that’s why it’s both my faviorite and why every year.. i’ll be coming back to little bark. And if nothing else.. it’ll keep this warm, great show alive in my heart.  So with that I end this list. If you didn’t like it tha’ts fine, this is my opinon. But I wanted to share my faviorites with you and hope you’ll check them out this or next chirstmas. Until we meet again... Merry Christmas to all,and to all a good night. 

[libraryofloveletters]

Christmas With Matt

Warnings: Fem!reader 

Christmas at the Simmons's household was a very big deal 

You grew up loving Christmas and so did Matt

As soon as Halloween and Thanksgiving passed, the house was in full fledge Christmas mood

and I mean full fledge

The house was decked out from top to bottom 

Matt spent the afternoon putting up lights around the house, Luke stopping by to help him 

You hung snowflakes from the windows 

The banisters on the stairs had garland wrapped around it with ornaments hanging off 

The fireplace had stockings and little figures of Santa and his reindeers sitting on it. 

There was a giant Santa’s sled that you got a few years back that you put on the lawn every year, as well as the reindeers to go with it. 

The kids on the neighbourhood love it

They always come by and take pictures or just sit and hang out there. 

You seen multiple first kisses happen in that very sled

You’d always come out and give the kids cookies if they were playing in your yard

You loved to bake during the holiday season 

Every Christmas Eve, you’d have little packages with cookies and candy for the kids in the neighbourhood

It was a small gesture but you loved doing it 

The kids especially loved it because you convinced Matt to dress up as elf and hand them out 

He swears he won’t do it the next year, but he always does 

He takes in the extras you make for the team, making sure you always pack something extra for Luke to take home to Roxy 

The two of you love going Christmas tree shopping, even if it is a mess. 

It would make more sense for you guys to get an artificial tree, seeing that the two of you were always at work but you never do 

You’d always find one that’s well over 6 feet because you have a high ceiling 

The two of you would decorate it, every year would be a new theme 

Last year was blue and gold, this year would be red, black and gold 

Matt had you sitting on his shoulders so you could put the star on top

The team would have Christmas dinner at your house

The tree would be filled with presents 

Matt would come shopping with you but just hold the bags 

You’d get Rossi some expensive cigars you’ve heard him mention 

Penelope would get a new mug that said “Penelope Garcia, Technical Genius” as well as personalized earrings that had her initials on a keyboard  

Luke would get set of dishes because he dropped the box with his in them when he was moving, as well as a shirt that say “Roxy’s dad” (you thought it was hilarious) 

You always made sure to pick up a new toy for Roxy as well 

JJ and Will would be a household gift, which made sense 

But you’d go all out with gifts for the boys. toys, clothes, games, literally everything 

Spencer would get a new watch with his name engraved in it. It had dark brown leather straps and a silver face, it suited him well 

Tara would get a beautiful necklace

Emily got a new bottle of wine and engraved wine glasses that said “Emily Prentiss, Unit Chief of the BAU” 

After gifts, everyone was chatting 

Matt got down on one knee behind you

You were talking to Penelope, you didn't realize what was going on until she squealed

You turned around to see Matt

You started to cry, you didn't mean too but you did 

“y/n l/n, make me the happiest man and marry me ?” 

Of course you said yes 

Everyone wished you congratulations 

Garica and Tara convinced the two of you to have a practice first dance

Already tipsy, you agreed 

The two of you ended the dance on the floor after you tripped when Matt spun you around 

Rossi convince Luke to spike the eggnog and get you all drunk 

The night would end with everyone drunk, singing Christmas carols 

You’d send them all home in Ubers

You and Matt would sit on the couch cuddling 

The clock chimed at midnight, you turned to each other smiling.

“Merry Christmas Mr. Simmons” 

“Merry Christmas Mrs. Simmons” 

He gave you a kiss. 

You were getting married to the love of your life and it was Christmas, can’t get any better than this.

[whereflowersbloom]

Pumpkin Disaster

Richard could almost smell the cinnamon spice, vanilla scent and cinnamon sugar in the air. The colors of the leaves changed from green to a dazzling display of red, orange and yellow. The air became crisper and temperatures dropped a bit as a chill came into the air.

Richard Grayson absolutely loved Halloween. As expected of the eldest Wayne sibling, he was the kind of person who enjoyed decorating and preparing the manor for Halloween because of his everlasting enthusiasm for holidays. He loved the cheesy and horror movies, the excuse to stuff his face with candy, the seasonal special editions of cereal, the elaborate and extravagant costumes, the creative decorations. It was his second favorite holiday. And he definitely considered it a holiday.

Halloween wasn’t just a day to him. Oh no. The whole month of October was Halloween. But with his vigilante duties, intermittent Titans training and constant Gotham crises cropping up, he had made it through two weeks of the month without an ounce of Halloween festivity. But that was about to change.

“You never carved pumpkins for Halloween?” Dick Grayson asked incredulously, pressing a hand to his chest in a move overly dramatic.

Damian exclaimed a familiar ‘TT’ in response. For him seeing people playing pretend, wearing flashy and ridiculous costumes was not particularly interesting. Thought they weren’t much different from the impractical clothing Todd and Richard insisted on wearing. It was just a recurrent reminder that he was not a normal child.

“Which part of I was raised in the inhospitable and desolate mountains you didn’t comprehend, Grayson?” Damian brusquely returned with furrowed eyebrows.

“But we cannot celebrate it without carving your first pumpkin...” Grayson sounded so downhearted it stung Damian with shadowy guilt. Out of all his adoptive siblings Grayson was the pleasant and tolerable one. Damian swallowed hard.

“I want all of us to carve a pumpkin!” Dick declared holding up his index finger in contempt. Damian raised a dark eyebrow as a go on communicating silently. “We are all doing this together as a family.”

“It’s not necessary. I’m not a small child anymore.” Damian scoffed, rolling his eyes before refocusing on his Robert Frost book, flipping another page. No. He would not acquiesce easily into this. He was self-sufficient, mature preteen. Not a child.

“Demon spawn, you are only eleven.” Jason commented before putting out a finished cigarette. Fortunately Alfred wasn’t lurking around to give him disapproving eyes for smoking inside the manor.

“Is this your way of asking for a new scar, Todd?” Damian threatened through gritted teeth and clenched fists, mind quickly calculating the damage of throwing an explosive batarang.

“You’re getting less insufferable to be around.” Jason scoffed and met Damian with a sly smirk. “Dickie, pouting is not an acceptable reaction for a full-grown adult.” Jason sing-songed as he grabbed his motorbike keys.

“This includes you Jaybird. I plan on getting you into the Halloween spirit.” Dick announced with his authoritative leader tone, letting Jason know he would be part of this wether he liked it or not.

Jason groaned dreadfully, cursing under his breath. Great. Now he was part of the Halloween circus. At least he didn’t have to take the annoying gremlin pumpkin picking. God knows what would happened if they fed him candy. The thought gave Jason chilling goosebumps.

Damian folded his arms over his chest in a sign of disagreement. “I don’t do pumpkins. It’s a waste of food. It amounts to about 18,000 tons of pumpkin, including flesh and seeds. Have you read the recent studies on how it’s destroying the environment?”

“Come on, D. You will have fun. You can carve your own Robin lantern” Dick encouraged, practically vibrating with excitement. Damian wondered what on earth he did to deserve such blinding sunshine as his adoptive sibling. “...and I’m sure Alfred will find a convenient way to make use of the pumpkins.”the last words seemed to have done the trick to convince the younger boy.

Damian considered the options carefully for a solid minute. He knew better than ignoring Richard wouldn’t get him anywhere. He wouldn’t leave it alone. Sigh. If it meant he could help Pennyworth baking a pumpkin spice pie with ginger-snag crust...

“Lead the way, Grayson.” Damian sighed resignedly.

Dick squealed in joy, bouncing to his feet and wrapping his arms around Damian’s neck.

It was just pumpkin carving what exactly could go wrong. Right?

~~~

Less than two hours later Jason Todd walked into the kitchen of the Wayne manor, initially looking for a cup of peppermint tea as the Gotham chilly autumn winds were making him crave a hot beverage.

“Would anyone care to explain why is there a whole fucking pumpkin patch on the kitchen table?” Jason muttered audibly, mouth opened in stupefaction. What in the name of Halloweentown....Where did all these pumpkins come from?

“Language, Jay.” Dick scolded him glancing up at him over a pile of massive mutant pumpkins with a provoking grin.

“I grew up in the Narrows. I’m allowed to swear.” Jason rolled his eyes in reply as he tried to avoid stepping on the pumpkins, accidentally squashing them, they were scattered on the floor, table, those fucking things were everywhere. “Dickie, are you going to explain?”

“These are from Roy.” Richard gestured the numerous orange bulbs with his right hand. “I think he got these from some illegal smuggling bust. I didn’t really ask a lot of questions. I just accepted them because I thought it’d be fun to try carving Batman lanterns with little D.”

It took Jason less than two minutes to process the information. Why was the golden boy not bothered by this?

“You mean these are contraband pumpkins.” He remarked skeptically, green-blue eyes widening still rather incredulous.

Dick simply shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d have a problem.”

Right. Only if Bruce found out about the origin of the contraband pumpkins. Then he’d be blamed for being the bad influence and his merry band of disreputable friends. He groaned as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“And where is the demon spawn. I don’t seem him anywhere.” He questioned narrowing his eyes and tilting his head to the side the slightest. He had to be close to Dick, but the kitchen was alarmingly too quiet. Too quiet for his liking. This meant trouble.

Tim didn’t try too hard not to flinch as a knife flashed dangerously close to his face and flied past Jason. “This is the third time in the last hour. I’m starting to think it’s personal.” Tim spoke calmly with a sarcastic tone as he continued sipping his black coffee expressionless as usual. Getting knifed by the little demon spawn before Halloween would hav been the cherry on top of the misfortune cake.

Jason was genuinely concerned and wondered how many cups of coffee Tim has had today. Hopefully not over five.

“If he wanted you dead, you’d be already in a casket.” Jason pointed out. It was no secret Damian’s strong aversion towards replacement, but he didn’t wish the shortstack dead.

Tim just shrugged his shoulders casually. “Well, I suppose we always could use your old one.” Fuck that. He took it back.

“Low blow, replacement.” Jason feigned hurt putting a hand to his chest right above his heart in a offended manner.

“It’s juts not cooperating.” The young kid voiced his frustration and discontentment . Leaving the kitchen knife he used on the table. Tt. He was trained and raised for excellence and he couldn’t carve flawlessly a stupid pumpkin. Mother would be entirely displeased.

“Requires time and practice, Dami.” Dick whispered softly with a warm smile, running his hand up and down the preteen’s back.

“I don’t know D, to me it looks like you’re slaughtering it mercilessly.” Jason joked with a wolflike smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Head moving in different angles trying to find a figure or face in the pumpkin Damian had been carving. “Unless you were thinking of the Joker, If so then you have my seal of approval.” The little demon spawn was never the most pleasant person to be around but deep,very deep down maybe Jason had a soft spot for him. Not that he would ever admit it out loud. Never.

“Do us a favor and keep your mouth shut, Todd.” Damian barked, glaring daggers at him.

“I never did Halloween with my parents.” The words escaped Tim’s mouth before his brilliant brain registered the order. The pain wasn’t there anymore. No. There were charity Galas, social events for wealthy socialites, last minute journeys for significant discoveries. Because people often assumed there will be plenty of time later. Tim didn’t want Damian to live for the later.

“I remember trading a cheap wristwatch for expired candy once. Not a great deal.” Jason muttered nonchalantly, giving it unimportance. Tone flat and factual. His memories from the narrows weren’t memorable for being happy or enjoyable but he had what he managed to obtain and he did what was necessary in order to survive. Nothing to be ashamed of.

“There’s always a first, Timbo.” Dick placed sympathetically a hand on Tim’s shoulder in a comforting way. Tim smiled softly back. Well, perhaps this pumpkin carving experience could be fun.

~~~

“This is the grossest thing I’ve ever done.” Tim announced, scooping a handful of pumpkin guts out of his pumpkin and examining them distastefully. “Seriously. I’ve done some pretty gross things, but this takes the cake.”

Jason flicked playfully a few pumpkin seeds at him and Tim moved fast enough to evade almost all of them. “Don’t be such a crybaby, replacement.” He has been playing with the large pumpkin, stabbing it numerous times picturing the joker’s fAce.

“Look at the gremlin, he’s been doing it for like two hours. What if he’s developed an addiction?” Jason mumbled slightly concerned and half-joking to Tim.

Damian pulled the pumpkin impossibly closer to him, practically cradling the thing in his lap. His mind completely absorbed in the task of carving the perfect pumpkin. His back was pressed to the cupboards behind him, a series of knives and napkins scattered at his sides. He looked focused, impossibly focused, like there could never be a more important thing for him to pour his energy into. Because Damian Wayne even if he didn’t admit it was obsessed with maintaining perfection. Failure was not a word he accepted.

Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m fairly sure no one has ever got addicted to pumpkin carving and I can hear you, mindless fools.”

"Any behavior can become compulsive.” Tim supplied absently, eyes fixed on the small pumpkin in front of him.

Dick paused briefly from working on his Nightwing lantern to just observe Damian, not even trying to hide the smile on his lips.

Dick and Jason quietly exchange discreet glances. Quickly they picked a few pumpkin seeds out of the bowl that resided in the scented of the kitchen table, flicking them over towards Damian who squawked and tried unsuccessfully, to duck. Due to being too focused on the task assigned. “Will you stop distracting me? I have a masterpiece to finish!”

“A masterpiece?” Jason asked teasingly, glancing pointedly at his Batman lantern.

“Yes. A masterpiece, Todd.” Damian exhaled exasperated. What did anyone have to do to carve a mere pumpkin in peace?

“Come on, little D. It’s time to have some fun!” Jason threw a handful of pulpy flesh at his face. Oh. This would be seen as a declaration of war. Quickly, Damian grabbed a portion of pumpkin and aimed for Jason’s leather jacket. ‘NOT MY JACKET’ several minutes later, Drake was covered in the orange flesh from head to toes. He was in urgent need of a bath. Grayson was smart enough to grasp a breakfast tray and use it as a shield, however it didn’t work for long. Damian and Tim teamed up to caught him on the top with a surprise attack, Drake sneaking behind his back. Needless to say the kitchen was in shambles at this point. Good thing Pennyworth has been busy the whole day reorganizing the library.

“What’s all this mess in my kitchen?! Master Richard I demand a proper explanation!” A very agitated British voice came from the doorframe. Alfred very upset, furrowing his grey brows appeared looking utterly baffled by the chaos.

Oops.

“Fuck me” Jason and Richard grumbled in unison from the floor covered in pumpkin pulp. Soon they broke out in bowls of laughter all four of them. Damian genuinely laughed at his heart’s content with the innocence of a normal child. His family may have been unstable and insane, but canned if they weren’t entertaining and the best part of his new life.

Some mandatory batbros bonding October prompt 🎃 🙈🙈🙈❤️💜💜

Also I’m celebrating 1.8K followers. Thank you so much for your support and reading my stories. I appreciate it 🥺🥺

Edited here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26891536

@sofiii @chromium7sky @deep-in-mind67

[sevlgi]

christmas blurbs

we’re approaching christmas season! i’m still too dead inside to do full fics to celebrate like many of the other amazing writers on this site, but i still wanted to do something to get you in a winter mood.

so i’ve decided on blurbs!

basically, you can send me dialogue prompts from the list below; you can combine up to 2 of the prompts in one ask, and you can request with the idol (or 2 idols) of your choice. the blurbs will be up to 1k words to preserve my sanity, and i’ll start posting them december 1st! 

if you’re worried about regular updates, don’t worry; i have quite a few normal fics and reactions queued up, including the sana fic i’ve talked about for a month, and i’m still accepting normal requests!

these will not be on my masterlist once i’m done. instead, use the tag #merle’s christmas to view everything i write :)

i will cross out prompts when they’ve been requested so that there’s no overlap! (if there happens to be one that i can’t fix, then it’ll be first come first serve!)

(i got these prompts from this post and this one)

"I’m not going to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

“I got apple cider up my nose.”

“I’m cold, can you cuddle with me?” “No.”

“If you don’t grab me a blanket, I’m breaking up with you.” 

“I’ll give you five dollars if you make a fire.” 

“Let’s make snow angels!” “Are you nine?” 

“The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear.” 

“Merry Christmas!” “I don’t celebrate Christmas.” 

“How much for the ugly Christmas sweater?”

“I don’t like how you decorated the tree. Do it again.”

“What are you doing?” “Hiding from carolers.”

“So you’re going to dress up as Santa.” 

“You burnt the holiday cookies!” 

“My reindeer slipper broke.”

“I’m no Kevin McCallister, okay?”

“Great, now I have to re-hide your Christmas gifts.” 

“If you turn down the Christmas music, I’ll murder you.”

“Wanna go skating in Central Park?” 

“You really want a pair of fuzzy socks?” 

“Nightmare Before Christmas is a Christmas movie, not a Halloween movie.”

“Bath and Body Works was having a sale on their holiday scents so I bought twenty bottles of lotion.”

“How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?”

“Are you humming the Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy?”

“I’m watching Barbie Nutcracker.” 

“Santa’s handwriting looks suspiciously like yours.” 

"Alright, lady. I know you're the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere."

"Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?"

"Will you make a gingerbread house with me?"

"Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?"

"I made you some hot cocoa."

"It's snowing!"

"You look even more beautiful covered in snow."

"You didn't have to get me anything."

"I don't remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas."

"I wish you the happiest of happy Christmases."

"Did you decorate the tree without me? I can't believe this!"

"Go on, open it."

“I can't believe I just missed my flight."

"Would you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?"

"Did you spike the eggnog again?"

"I can't believe you're making snow angels at a time like this!"

"I don't mind that you didn't get me a present because you are my present."

"Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!"

"...well, there are worse ways my Christmas could've ended."

"I can't believe you did that to Santa..." 

happy holidays!

[jeonggukkiepabo]

LONELY CHRISTMAS [MIN YOONGI] | FAMILY GATHERINGS

SUMMARY: Christmas has always been your second favorite holiday of the year, especially since you and your boyfriend Yoongi were literally inseperatable. Well, usually you were. But BTS gets more and more famous - world tours, award shows and other idol priorities making it almost impossible to spend this year’s Christmas with your second family. 

WARNINGS: so much fluff, but also the dirty kind of smut. fingering, oral (male and female receiving), choking, spitting, raw sex (i dont need to say anything, do i?), switch!yoongi, switch!reader, fighting for dominance, Yoongi being meow meow but also rawr.

QUOTES USED: 2. “That’s the eggnog talking. I’m cutting you off.” 4.  “Don’t be such a Scrooge.” 6. “It’s snowing.” 7. “Open it.” 9. “I’m just happy you’re here.” 24.  “Is this the part where we kiss?” 31.  “Help me decorate.” 

Now; Merry (early) Christmas, celebrate well & enjoy this filthy ride to hell.

Also, a big thanks to @holyfluffly​, who spent her precious time reading through this & checking for any mistakes. ♥

Since December started to come around – and you finally decided that it was time to stop binging on your favorite Halloween movies -, your house changed from spoopy graveyard to Rudolph’s shed. Fairy lights and beautiful garlands were hung up everywhere and once you plugged all your Christmas lights in, your house was lighter than “Son Goku in his final form”. At least that’s what Jungkook used to describe it when he first stepped into your winter wonderland. It was a tradition your boys always teased you with, but it was a tradition you brought with you from your home country that you wouldn’t want to miss. Your mother used to hang up lights everywhere, different Christmas shapes (you once had this weird reindeer light that looked more like a stabbed donkey, but… well) on every window and your balcony while she said “No matter how far apart we are, your light shines on me” – and 2 years after her death, was your most favorite thing to do once the calendar hit December. That, and ordering a shit ton of products from the LUSH and Bath and Body Works Christmas range. Jimin really loved the welcoming smell of cotton candy and gingerbread men, but Jin would sneeze when you sprayed all their pillows with the Snow Fairy body spray.

Usually, it was Taehyung’s favorite task to pick out a Christmas tree with you, decorating it with the entire family (that obviously consisted of all his band mates, their dogs and you), but this time it was just you, Tannie and Holly  walking around the tree field and picking a random one, much smaller than what  you’d usually get. There won’t be any presents underneath it anyway. Decorating wasn’t any fun, your Christmas playlist wasn’t helping, the smell of cotton candy wasn’t sweet enough. You made way too many Christmas cookies that wouldn’t be eaten. Your favorite pair of fuzzy socks had a huge hole in them and, oh well, your boyfriend wouldn’t be there for this year’s Christmas.

“Don’t be such a Scrooge, Y/N! It’s festive season!”, Jungkook yelled from somewhere behind Yoongi, energetic as always. “I wouldn’t be a Scrooge if my boyfriend and my friends would be here, celebrating the fest of love with me.” You mumbled quietly, a heavy sigh leaving your chest. It was currently the 17th of December, the first snow has fallen over Seoul, your fireplace crackling softly in the background. Yet, you were freezing. “Jagi, come on. It’s just another day of the year, we’ll be fine. We have New Year’s together, what’s the deal?” Your boyfriend didn’t care that much about festive traditions, hating the thought of Valentine’s Day or Halloween, not even speaking about the stress he always has around the Christmas season. For them, worldwide superstars, it was just another workday.

“You’re just happy you don’t need to wear one of our Christmas sweaters, huh?”, you scolded him, knowing his hate for the scratchy sweaters with the ugly patterns that you always made him and the boys wear for photos and your Christmas dinner at home. “Yeah, I won’t even start talking about those Rudolph ears you bought for our photo last year…”, Yoongi smirked. “I loved those!”, you vaguely heard the voice of Jimin in the background, Taehyung agreeing him on that. “I still wear those whenever I wash my face, thank you Y/N!” Sighing, you wished you were right there, with your loud and energetic boys, instead you were suffering on your own, the pout never leaving your lips.

“Boys, you’ve got 10 Minutes left!”, their tour manager interrupted your sulking, Yoongi nodding at him. “We’ll be right there.” He smiles at your pout, sticking out his bottom lip as well. “I’ll call you after the show, okay? Will you be still awake?” BTS was currently on world tour, playing somewhere in Europe and the time differences made it rougher than ever to talk to your boyfriend every day. You shrug, shivering under the thought of another sleepless night without your love, without the sounds of Taehyung and Jungkook fighting over some videogame and without the thought of Jin’s delicious breakfast to wake up to. “I guess I will, see you later, Yoongs. Bye Tae, bye Jungkook, bye Jiminie!”, you wave to the boys you considered family before smiling sadly at Yoongi. “Good luck, I’m sure you guys will rock that country! I love you.” “I love you too, Jagi. I’ll text you before I’m going to call you, okay? Try and rest.” “Bye, Noona!” Then the screen went black, all you could see was your own sad appearance in one of Yoongi’s oversized Hoodies.

Days went by, you didn’t have the chance to talk very much to Yoongi because of yours and their working schedule, they were currently in the States to record another hit song with some famous American singer that would explode on the Charts the second it comes out. Sure, you loved your boy’s music, you could listen to them sing and rap for hours, they worked hard and deserved all their success – but you didn’t wonder that all of them weren’t in a relationship. Tour life was hard, not only for their girlfriends but for them, too. A simple picture from across the world with a random girl could ruin relationships, just because of a misunderstanding. When you and Yoongi started dating a couple of years ago, Jin had a long-distance relationship – which already sucks for ‘normal’ human beings, but for worldwide superstars? A catastrophe because you couldn’t just come home to your significant other. It was over for them after a few months because she met a nice guy from her apartment complex, because he was there while Jin wasn’t. It was sad, especially for the Maknaes, because they needed affection, they needed their experience, they needed love. Instead, they had to have One Night Stands, making sure that those girls wouldn’t talk about their “night with BTS”. Truth be told it was too much work to find a girl to get laid, so they’d simply refuse, giving into their frustration and suffer from loneliness.

With Yoongi, things were easy. He didn’t get jealous whenever you hung out with other guys, but he also didn’t give you any reason to be jealous as well. People always describe him as “cold”, “depressed” or “weird guy that’s always quiet”, but once he warmed up to you, he was even funnier than Jin, his dry humor and loving gestures winning over your heart immediately. He was a family person, loving to be in a cozy home surrounded by his bandmates and you, even if he’d never say that out loud, all of them knew it. Yoongi was a loving person, whether he was showing it or not.

The 20th December rolled around quicker than you thought, last minute presents were bought, the house completely decorated and one Christmas movie after the other was playing on TV – but you were still sulking. “You didn’t even help me decorate! I had to do all of that by myself!”, you switched your phone camera so you could show Jimin how beautiful the living room looked, smiling at his little pout. “Noona!”, he whined, “Don’t be angry, okay? I promise you I’ll decorate for New Year’s all by myself.” “Don’t worry, Jiminie, it’s not your fault you can’t be here. Where’s Hobi? I’m watching his favorite Christmas movie, but I can’t get in the mood without my sunshine.” Jimin looks around, his lips twitching, but he remained quiet. “Jimin?” “He’s… uhhhh… He’s doing stuff with Yoongi and Tae?” You raise an eyebrow at him, taking another sip of the creamy eggnog you ordered online because it was nowhere to be found in Seoul. “Are you lying, Jiminie?” “No, but… Oh, Jungkook calls for me, bye Noona!” Sighing, you dropped your phone aside, head tilting towards the window while a soft smile appeared on your lips. It’s snowing.

On the 24th December, the boys had their last official concert of the year – in Australia. A 13-hour flight away, plus the two-hour time difference that made your heart sink, because whenever you were ready to call Yoongi, he was already too tired because of the concert and travel exhaustion. As one of the idol’s girlfriend, it was basically your job to watch their performances, you streamed all of them, no matter what time it was in your time zone, but it wasn’t as good as it would be when you were there. You loved going to their concerts, not standing backstage to watch the show, no. You preferred going into the crowd, singing and dancing along with ARMYs from around the world and watching your family from down there, enjoying their glow and sensual performances from a fan’s perspective. But today, it was just you and your laptop, watching the stream in your bed, a cup of your favorite tea beside you, Tannie on your lap and Holly somewhere besides you under the blanket, asleep like always. A smile was plastered on your face as you saw that all of them were wearing those “stupid Rudolph ears” – even if Yoongi looked grumpier than ever. You were fascinated as always – how could those cute little boys turn into Korean gods within two seconds? Of course, the Maknaes were the center of attention, fans chanting for them, dancing and screaming – you couldn’t deny the fact that they looked great, but exhaustion was plastered on all of their faces. Your eyes were plastered on the smol bean that caught your heart and as if he knew, he smiled into the camera, giving it a finger heart.

The 25th December was rough, you didn’t even want to get out of bed, staying under the covers for several hours after waking up. There was no reason so get up if there wasn’t anyone to give presents to. You didn’t use your phone, watching The Nightmare before Christmas again because if you acted like it was still Halloween, you wouldn’t be as sad that you were alone on your second favorite holiday of the year. It was around 12pm when the two dogs came into your room, whimpering because you didn’t take them out yet. “Ugh, fine, fine. Let me grab my shoes and we’ll go out”, you mumbled groggily while heaving your tired body out of bed. Pulling your slippers over your cold toes as you tied your hair out of your face. You didn’t plan to go out for too long, so you didn’t even try to make yourself look good. Humming the movie’s soundtrack, you made your way downstairs, surprised by the warm scent of cinnamon and vanilla that filled the house. “Huh, did I leave my candles on?” With furrowed eyebrows you  check the living room, not wanting to burn the entire house down on Christmas, but you stood still in shock when you realized why it smelled just the way it did.

Jimin and Jin were busy in the kitchen, baking cookies and cooking up your Christmas dinner. Jungkook and Taehyung were building a giant gingerbread house while Namjoon sat besides them, frustrated over his own ruined house laying in broken pieces. Hobi placing all of the presents underneath the Christmas tree while Yoongi sat on the couch, Holly on his lap and a loving smile on his face as he saw you in your sleepy state with a frown on your face. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Suddenly, seven pairs of eyes were on you, smiles beaming across the entire room and seconds later you were caught in a warm, cozy group hug. “Surprise, Noona!”, Jungkook beamed as he pressed a kiss on your cheek, receiving a flip against his forehead from Yoongi. “Lips away, you can kiss Taehyung, not my girl.” Taehyung’s cheeks burned a bright red, Jungkook looked away while biting his lips and Jimin just smirked but pressed you tight against his body. “We’re glad to be back.” Jin groaned, pulling you out of the hug. “Let that poor girl alone, she needs to collect her thoughts first. Look at her”, he pointed towards your face, shock still written across it as you looked into each of your boys’ faces. “You… I mean, how… You were… Australia?” Your boyfriend laughed, now pulling you into a tight hug while burying his nose in your hair, inhaling the familiar scent that always calmed him down. “We’re here, that’s all that matters.” “We took the first plane back home, but we’ve been waiting for you to get up since 9AM, what did you do? It’s Christmas, usually you’d set an alarm at 6AM to run and check your presents”, Hobi pouted, pointing towards the tree.

“I didn’t have a reason to be up, so I watched The Nightmare before Christmas. But now, I’m just happy you’re here”, you smiled fondly at all of them, “Open your presents. Especially you, Babe. Open it!” You clap your hands excitedly, jumping up and down as you hand them their presents: a big, soft blanket for Jimin, so he can roll himself up in it and be cozy the entire holidays. A new Japanese knife for Jin, because Namjoon broke his favorite knife when he tried to cut through a book – don’t ask, nobody knows why he did that. Namjoon got a new KAWs figure he didn’t have the chance to buy yet while Hoseok got a new Palm Angels hoodie. Taehyung and Jungkook got some games for their PlayStation and a set of new controllers, because… well, Jungkook tends to destroy them when he’s in a rage. Yoongi’s present was hard to find because he basically has everything he wants and you weren’t too familiar with all those high end music technologies that you could give him, so you decided on a spa weekend over the holidays, just the two of you in a fancy wellness resort. Exactly what he needed after that tour. “Y/N, you must be poor by now! I should have gotten you a gift card or something”, Taehyung pouted, “You spent way too much on our presents!” You smiled, shaking your head and pressed a soft kiss on his cheeks. “Everything for my family. You’re all that I have left.”

The day went by way too fast; a fabulous Christmas buffet was set up by Jin, eggnog and wine handpicked by the youngest Maknae and Christmas movies of Jimin’s choice made up for all the days you spent sulking in your room. “I love you guys so much. I can’t believe you surprised me like that! Ugh, I really thought I had to spend Christmas with just the dogs.” You placed your head on Yoongi’s shoulder, cuddling deeper into the soft material of his hoodie while he rubbed your shoulder. “That’s the eggnog talking, love. You’re the anchor of our little family, we couldn’t be apart from you over the holidays, Jungkook would’ve driven us crazy and Namjoon would set the hotel on fire while trying to light a Christmas candle”, Yoongi mumbled. “A Christmas wonder! Yoongi confessed his feelings! Tweet that, Namjoon!”, Hoseok yelled while earning a slap on the back of his head from Jimin. “Don’t scare him, he’s like a deer right now, if we just ignore it, maybe he’ll say something nice about us too!” Yoongi just rolled his eyes, pulling you closer toward his small frame while mumbling “Idiots”.

It was past  midnight, your tummies filled with delicious snacks and desserts, brain fogged because of the amount of alcohol all of you drank that day – and you were just happy to finally be in bed with your boyfriend again. “You know how lonely the nights were without you? Not just you, but also the boys. I even missed Jungkook’s animal imitations”, you sighed, “I missed breakfast, without Jin all I ate was toast and cucumbers. I’m lucky to be part of your family.” Yoongi smiled, a precious, rare smile that showed all his love for you.

“I had time to think on tour, you know. It’s rough, you not being there with me, I saw all those places, cities and famous buildings, but didn’t have you to share those moments with. I had dinner with Taehyung right in front of the Eiffel Tower, I shared a Pizza in Venice with Jungkook, had beer with Hoseok in Berlin, but I wish I had all those moments with you, love. So, I’m bad at this stuff, you know that. The entire world knows that, but you also know that I love you. And I wish you could be the person by my side on tour, on every tour. I wish you could be my +1 at events, dinner parties or during award shows. I even talked to our management, because an ‘official girlfriend’ is dangerous for all of us. But I didn’t want the world to meet you as my girlfriend, Y/N. I want them to finally meet you as my wife, the woman that won’t ever leave my side. This is probably trashy and I could use better opportunities for that, but… Y/N, my love, my flower, my angel, would you marry me?” Yoongi, the smooth guy he was, pulled out a simple yet beautiful rosé gold ring – without a box – from the pocket of his sweats, sitting in front of you on your bed, crossed legs and a nervous smile on his face. You couldn’t hide the pout on your face, lips quivering and tears dwelling in your eyes while you looked at the beautiful man in front of you, the beautiful ring in his hands and outside, snowflakes fall from the sky. Everything was perfect. “Yoongi… Yes! Fuck, of course!”, you jumped into his lap, not caring about the pling your engagement ring made when it fell to the floor, because right now, your fiancé was more important. You showered his face in kisses, not caring the slightest about the grumpy noises he made – even if they were fake, because he was just as happy as you were. His smile was beautiful, something you didn’t see that much because he seldom smiled so brightly even his bottom teeth were showing. “Is that the part where we kiss?”

You didn’t hesitate to press your lips onto his, soft and loving, sweet and tender. “Min Yoongi, is that the part where you turn into the sweet little kitten your fandom thinks you are?” Smirking, Yoongi growls at you, showing you his teeth once more. “Oh baby, I’m going to show you that nothing on my body is little.” His lips were back on yours, his hands buried in your hair as he made his way between your legs, almost crushing you with the comfortable weight of his body on yours. Whatever loving, sweet innocent kiss you shared before, this one was completely different. It gave way to heated passion as you both continue the lustful, erotic exchange. Yoongi’s shaking but skilled hands started to peel off your ugly Christmas sweater and the rest of your clothes, falling to the floor forgotten, before he gently bites along your jaw and the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of love bites on the way down there. Your moans fill the room that still smells like cinnamon and cotton candy, combined with Yoongi’s musky scent and the sweet scent of a heated make-out session. With his lips still attached to your soft skin, you take the opportunity to catch him off guard and flip both your bodies into a new position; you now straddling his slim waist. Yoongi’s lips widened in shock, then turned into a bright smirk. “Someone’s feisty.” You just smile at him sweetly, cutting off his words as you wrap your hands around his beautiful throat, leaning your face towards his ear. “I wouldn’t speak  like that in such a position, Babe.”

Yoongi’s voice hitched, “Y/N”, he whined. The same hand that restricted his airways comes up to slightly slap his scruffed cheek, but it had still enough force to leave a sting that reminded him not to speak up anymore. “Aren’t you going to be a good boy? Or should I call you a good little kitten? Would you like that?” He shakes his head quickly, baring his teeth once more. “Shut that, love. You won’t be able to tame a lion. I’m not a small kitten.” He knows he could switch positions any time, hell, you knew that too. But you also knew that he enjoyed that position  too much to change anything now. Shaking your head in displeasure, you crawl down the bed to be at eye level with his beautiful cock. The cock  that had you limping almost every night, that never fails to give you pleasure, that already sends tingles to your core. Your hands were cold against the prominent vine that ran from his shaft to his leaking tip, red and sensitive as you licked your finger to circle around it. Tiny moans – mewls – left his mouth, causing you to giggle. You knew it. His balls were tight, full and hurting. He was away for so long, having almost no time to pleasure himself. You cooed, the other hand coming up to gently play with them, rolling them around as you kept applying pressure to his tip. Yoongi’s groans got louder and louder once your mouth was finally working its magic on him, his hands buried inside the loose strands of your hair, trying to shove you down deeper. Much to your displeasure.

You hissed, letting go of his length as you crawled up to sit on his toned chest. Smiling, you slid your fingers through your soaked folds, holding them in front of his sweaty face. “Suck.” Oh, and how he sucks. His tongue working circles around your digit, collecting your sweet juices as he hums happily. “You’re my toy. A fucking toy, do you understand that? You don’t get to make rules here, Yoongi. If I want to suck your cock, I’ll do it how I want, not how you want it. Or did I miss something?” You made sure his eyes never left yours, fingers still inside his  mouth – and you just decided to shove them down a bit deeper, making him gag around them just like he wants you to gag around his cock. “I asked you something, pretty babe. Mind answering?” Yoongi hums again, not able to speak with your fingers down his throat, but it was good enough of a try for you. It wasn’t every day you got the chance to dominate Min Yoongi, you were sure to getting everything out of it. You pulled your now wet digits out of his mouth, wiping away his spit somewhere in his mint colored hair, as you turned around to sit on his face, just like he loves you to do. By now, his only problem was holding back his load, eating your pussy wouldn’t help with that though. “Now, are you going to cum for me, precious? While devouring my pussy? I bet you’d like that, huh?” Yoongi hums again, his hands already on your ass to spread your cheeks, allowing him to dive deep into your pussy, drinking your juices, slurping them down like a fine, ripe wine. Teasingly, you continued to jerk him off, enjoying the tension in his body, his concentration on your pussy rather than his own orgasm. “Mh, wait. I changed my mind. Hold it, you don’t have my permission just yet”, you laughed as you squeezed his balls – but he wasn’t able to control it or hold it back. His cock twitched uncontrollably, one small rope of cum leaving the tip. “Ugh, look at that”, you sighed while shaking your head, sitting down deeper on his face – your ass now flat against his forehead as his tongue, the oh so famous rapper tongue, worked its wonders.

If Yoongi was frustrated, he didn’t show it. He knew better. Even though it was his first real orgasm in weeks, his first ruined orgasm in weeks, he stood up the man he was and continued what he was here for. Pleasuring his fiancé. Just before your orgasm arrived, you crawled down again, collecting the small puddle of cum with your tongue and fed it to your soon to be husband. You let him taste himself, he swallowed greedily. “Such a good boy”, you purr while wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Now, I hope you know who you belong to.” Yoongi just nods, licking his lips to still taste you. “Tell me who you belong to, Yoongi”, you command.

“You, babe. Only you. I belong to you”, Yoongi moans out as you started to grind against his smooth thigh, picking up your desired pace as you used him to satisfy your own desire. His hands were on your hips, guiding you and helping you to speed up, but just before your orgasm reached his peak, just one little rock of your hips missing, he turned you around, leaving you with a ruined orgasm as well. “Fucking son of a bi-“, your frustration interrupted by Yoongi’s teeth biting into your nipple, his hand smacking your other tit. “Oh, that’s not a nice word, baby”, he pouts while pinching both of your erect buds with a bit too much force. A sharp stinging sensation radiating through your body. “Fuck, Yoongi”, you moaned, desperate for release. “Now, now”, he tzed as he looked down at your trembling body. “Sucks to be played with, huh?” Elegant fingers started to rub circles into your swollen nub, your body rising from the mattress just to be pushed back by your fiancé. “Still”, he orders, plunging two of his long, delicate fingers into your dripping hole. Yet, you needed more. “Yoongi”, you whined. “Are you going to be a good girl now? Instead of a fucking brat?” “Yes!”, you cried out, tears running down your cheeks, hoping he’d just do something. “Good, because bad girls disgust me”, he spoke through clenched teeth as he pulled out his fingers and shoved his cock inside you within seconds. “Fuck fuck fuck, yes!”

“Shut up! Or do you want the boys to come in and join you, huh? You want our little Maknae see how stuffed you are?” Yoongi always knew about your affection for Jungkook, the way his doe eyes always make your heart jump, leaving it impossible to deny whatever he wanted from you while addressing you as his ‘favorite Noona’. You were weak for him, but you wouldn’t want him to see you in such a situation. Shaking your head in shame, you pout as you dig your heels into his ass to get him to move faster. “Make me cum, please. I love you”, you whine, word for word leaving your lips as he thrusts deep and powerful into your clenching hole. Just before another beg could leave your lips, Yoongi’s index finger slipped past them, your chin securely trapped between his thumb and middle finger. His other hand slowly found its place on your neck. “Look at you”, he smiles. “Such a good girl, knowing how to beg like a big girl.” You whimper again, squeezing around him as he slowed his pace with a devilish smirk. Your lips played with the tip of his finger while the thumb of his other hand came down to circle your clit painfully slow, spitting onto it and watching his finger mixing it with your arousal. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, both of your hands gripping the wrist that was choking you. “Tighter, please”, you gasped out, enjoying the feeling of almost no air coming to your lungs. Oh, how Yoongi loved to see you struggle for air, just as much as you loved to be on the receiving end. “You gonna come for me, angel?”, he growled as he tightened his grip, already feeling his own orgasm approaching. “Going to cum around my thick cock, huh?” You nod, already seeing spots in your vision, your orgasm shooting through your body just like a firework as soon as Yoongi released you, allowing the blood to shoot back into your head. You couldn’t control your body anymore, gushing against him as you rode out your high with closed eyes. That alone triggered Yoongi’s orgasm, a loud scream leaving his lips as he finally released inside you. “Fuck, you squirted all over me”, he groaned while looking at the mess you made, his stomach glistering in your juices. “I don’t care, I want to snuggle my Grinch now”, you pouted with grabby hands, smiling happily as Yoongi obeyed.

“I think we lost the ring somewhere between our clothes”, Yoongi mumbles with his sleepy voice, “I hope Taehyung won’t find it, he was the one that chose it – ‘If Y/N says no, I’ll wear that one happily’.” Suddenly you’re wide awake, knees on the floor and digging through your clothes to find the symbol of your love. “Got it!”, you yelled as you threw it to Yoongi, holding your left hand in front of his face. “You’ve got the honor, babe.” Smiling, he slid the ring over your finger. The black diamonds sparkling in the dim light of your room, the rosé gold complimenting your skin tone perfectly, just like the man in front of you does. Your fiancé, soon to be husband, the love of your life. “Merry Christmas, love.”

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Major Character Death

Yes. I’m evil. I will make you cry. May the odds be ever in your favour.

Twist and Shout by gabriel and standbyme on AO3. (97,556 words).

Tags: AU.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea.

Notes: First of all, this is the reason I am torturing myself and making this list. I absolutely cannot convey to you both how amazing this was and how much I cried. Seriously, I had to stop because I couldn’t physically read it at one point. Every fandom has its own Twist and Shout (I’m thinking Alone On The Water for Sherlock) and I don’t think I will ever get over this.

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata on AO3. (57,593 words).

Tags: Temporary Character Death, Violence, Alternate Universe, Human Castiel, Suicide.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: When his partner Uriel, betrays him, Federal Agent Castiel Novak is saved from becoming a ritual sacrifice by brothers Dean and Sam Winchester. Discovering the world of the supernatural and learning about werewolves, wendigoes, vampires and things that go bump in the night also leads to learning more about Dean and the strange life he and his brother lead. The more he learns, the more Castiel finds himself drawn into Dean’s world and toward Dean himself.Until Uriel wants to complete the ritual he started.

Notes: I’m not sure if it entirely counts as Major Character Death, but it is tagged as that, so we’ll roll with it. The plot was fabulous, their relationship was as adorable as ever, and I loved it.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance on AO3. (31,280 words).

Tags: Horror, Psychological Trauma, Domestic Violence.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh.But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

Notes: Excellently written, it made me cry, and the ending was incredible.

Outrun My Gun by Misachan on AO3. (33,070 words).

Tags: Time Travel, Slash, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe, Ghosts.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description:  "The two of you are so stubborn you've made Heaven blink." Finally convinced that Sam and Dean will never say yes and accept their destinies, Heaven and Hell come up with a new plan, one that will redraw the Apocalypse and make everything run much more smoothly. All they need is Dean Winchester's soul.

Notes: Very cute and slightly depressing towards the end (which is all I expect from anything tagged major character death, if I’m being honest).

Named by RC_McLachlan on AO3. (94,596 words).

Tags: Episode Related, Season 4, Alternate Canon.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Jesus Christ is dead. Somehow, that isn't the worst part of Dean's week.

Notes: Weird plot, but I loved it! The plot twist was excellent, and Gabriel (plus his whole garrison) making pasta art made me laugh out loud. I only wish we could have seen Sam’s inevitable bitchfit. 

A (Somewhat) Brief Biography Of Dean Winchester by smile_for_me on AO3. (3,285 words).

Tags: Character Death, Major Illness, Suicide, Suicide Notes, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Heaven, Sad, Sad Ending, Sad With a Happy Ending, kind of.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: "You shouldn't have done it," Cas whispers. Of course Cas would know what he had done, Cas always knew everything even if he didn't tell him. "I could have waited." Dean smiled, pulling back just enough to see his familiar face. "You've always been the patient one out of the two of us," he replies softly. "I couldn't wait any longer." And then Dean kisses him. And that's when Dean is finally happy.

Or, the story of how Dean met Castiel and his life became infinitely better, until it didn't.

Notes: I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it. It just was what it was. 

The Consequences of Falling by FayJay on AO3. (37,144 words).

Tags: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Ruby, Castiel, Uriel.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: A story in fifteen parts, in which the angel Castiel finds himself put in an untenable position, and consequentially loses his grace. In which he goes on a roadtrip with a demon, discovers the delights of tequila and french fries and pie, plays a starring role in a virgin sacrifice, is deflowered by his favourite Winchester, and then gets some very unpleasant news indeed.

Notes: I actually kind of ship Ruby and Sam in this, which is weird because I was never quite sure when watching the show (Jared and Gen are cute though).

In the Spine by Castiel_Left_His_Mark_On_Me on AO3. (5,467 words).

Tags: Castiel-centric, Original Character Death(s), Letters, Love Letters, Secrets, Angst, Post-Canon, Unrequited Love, Heartbreak, Dreams, Supportive Sam, Demons, Fallen Castiel, Human Castiel.

My Rating: 2 stars.

Description: Sam finds an old letter that Dean wrote for Castiel.

Notes: It wasn’t written particularly well so I kind of got the general gist of the work but I was mostly confused what was happening (that might just be me, though).

So, merry Christmas and a happy Halloween. I will not be held responsible for any tears shed. Also, I’m fully aware that some of these may not classify as major character death in your mind - certainly some of them didn’t for me - but the authors have tagged them all as that, and I don’t know what else to tell you. Anyway, I’m gonna go scrounge up enough money to watch season 12, so good luck, and don’t forget the ice cream.

[simpsonsnight]

Episode #500

At Long Last Leave Season 23 - Episode 14 | February 19, 2012

Hey! Here’s a 100th episode that actually does feel, uh, “special”? In that they did a big grandiose story. By that I mean mean they mashed up the Simpsons Movie with episode 200 to create... this. Springfield has a bomb drill that turns out to be a ruse to get The Simpsons to hide in their storm cellar while the town has a meeting without them. They venture out early and happen upon it. Springfield wants to eject the Simpsons for good, and they do. The Simpsons wind up living off the grid in “the Outlands”. Eventually townspeople find out where they are and, seeing what a sweet deal The Outlands really is they all start moving there, eventually beginning the early stages of rebuilding Springfield there.

I like this premise, and it would’ve made an okay series finale. God, I hope they don’t try to do a big emotional goodbye when that day finally comes. The Simpsons getting cast out of Springfield is a fun enough story. But this episode is pretty mediocre. There’s one of those excruciating dialogue-heavy bickering scenes between Homer, Grandpa, and Lisa about mistaking the lunar eclipse for being a dragon? The Simpsons can’t do this kind of thing very well. Homer mistakes thing for dragon: that’s the punchline. Don’t add 30 more seconds of back-and-fourth of Lisa being like “HOW DID YOU THINK THAT WAS A DRAGON” HOMER: WELL LISA BECAUSE NEH NEH NEH NEH NEH NEH” LISA: “WHAT? NEH NEN NEH NEN NEN NEN NEN NEN” HOMER: “PSSH, NEH NEH *NEH* NEH NEH NEN NEN NEN NEN” GODDAMN THOSE SCENES FUCKING SUCK

There are also a number of jokes that seem just jammed in there for no reason, but what else is new? The worst is Homer calls the townspeople jerks and somebody brandishes a canister of... JERK OFF. Ugh. Speaking of that, I need to go jerk off. later

MAIL BAG

if you have another treehouse of horro lined up between now an actual halloween i think you should, instead of the customary three b-sode spread that clearly pains you to be like: instead of the b-sodes may I wish you a very merry and very scary halloween.

buddy, you wrote me just in time ;)

I'll be reading this blog more and more so keep it coming.

Oh, oh no...

God save the queen!

what the fuck is this

I hope you do the 600th episode of the Simpsons sometimes. It's what one would call "weird as hell". If you don think it's weird, I just might scream.

For fuck’s-- pay attention chucko! “TOON” IN TOMORROW CAN YOU DO THAT, CHAMP?? Fuck!