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bidaryl · 4 months

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time travel fix it au's are done to death in this fandom but also they're my favourite thing in the world so au where the entire show happens as is and it's heartbreaking and inspiring etc but then. restart button. waking back up at the start of the end except only the people that lived remember

wanna think about what would happen when daryl and carol wake up at camp, remembering everything that happened; carol stronger, knowing in her gut that everything that she remembers is real, and daryl fucking terrified, because if everything in his head actually happened, then what the fuck is this

wanna think about a rick dragging a hostile merle and a wide-eyed glenn back to camp, memories completely intact, and running to reunite with his family. not letting daryl go and hugging carol so so so tight, collapsing to the ground with carl in his arms

wanna think about them dragging the atlanta group to the farm, maggie leaving the front porch light on for them, and everyone reuniting. rick seeing hershel again, daryl seeing beth, carol pulling sophia close, and maggie being unable to even breath, looking at glenn

wanna think about them tossing up whether to even go to the prison, but they met important people there, and alexandria's a long way, and if they're gonna survive this time–if they're gonna live–they're gonna do it right

so they go to the prison so they can figure out their next step, and michonne's there and waiting, andre on her hip, and they deal with the governor before the governor deals with them, and sasha and tyresse finally show up, they find the prisoners, and then one day they get a knock on the front gate, and it's negan

negan showing up, no baseball bat in hand but his leather jacket still in place, a sick but alive lucille by his side, laura and doctor franklin behind him, and all he's got to say is at the end of the world, i know which side i wanna be on

the fallout of that, of maggie being against it, of rick never having gotten to see negan at the end, not knowing the choices he made, the good and the bad. daryl and carol looking at glenn, seeing him alive and in love and having no memory of his last moments, and never wanting anything to ruin that, but negan saved judiths life, helped save all their lives. he chose, in the end, and now it's their turn

wanna think about a future where beth doesn't die, but they go on a rescue mission to get noah anyway. a future where tara turns up with her niece, led by eugene with abraham and rosita following right behind him

wanna think about how they'd handle terminus, how they'd handle the claimers. wanna think about them trying to find father gabriel, except gabe made it the first time around, and he wasn't wasting his second chance. he saved his flock, and he led them to alexandria, and he's waiting

wanna think of connie's group searching for hilltop. not finding maggie, or alden, but finding jesus. wanna think about lydia, being a fucking child, and watching her mother kill her dad, and remembering aaron telling her how loved she was

wanna think of the growing pains of them being able to save so many more family members this time, but god, a larger group is harder to keep alive

daryl trying to run interference with merle and everyone else, getting the jack of it one day and telling him he's already mourned him once, and he won't again. if merle wants to stay–to live–then it's up to him. daryl's not gonna babysit him anymore

rick trying to find his footing between lori and shane and judith, with carl, with michonne and andre. michonne looking at a weak but alive lori grimes holding a screaming and crying newborn in her arms, and knowing that she's never gonna be her daughter the way she was before, but knowing she'll always be something to her

carol struggling to be the mother sophia needs her to be, emotions too sharp and constantly fucking terrified. doesn't know how to hold onto someone like that anymore, either gripping too tight or not at all

maggie trying to exist in a world where she has everyone she's ever loved back, so close and so fucking dear, except it cost her her son. not knowing if she'll ever get him back at all. doesn't know how to live with the grief of losing someone she never technically had in this world

they make it to alexandria and it's aaron opening the gate for them, waiting to welcome them home

#posts u type on christmas eve when watching christmas movies #anyway this is too big and too complicated in my head but i wanna dissect it like a bug yknow #wanna see daryl and aaron remember something lydia said about her life at the start #and set off to go find her #wanna see a world where hershel meets aaron and tara #wanna see the complicated blended grimes family in action #want to see princess and tara and rick interact becos i think it'd be so so special #want to see alden and negan interact #want to see how lucille would fit into it all then see how annie would fit into it #wanna see mercer come into it wanna see him go find princess except princess finds him #also just want to see who would believe them when the truth eventually spills out #shane not believing at all that time travel could ever possibly be real and currently happening #but merle believing daryl becos daryl could break his nose daryl could fuck up his bike daryl could raise actual hell.but daryl wouldn't li #at least–not about this #just! wanna see! wanna think!#anyway. merry christmas eve im going to bed now #there are so many characters and points and interactions im probably missing or forgetting but u Get It #m #text

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sir-arlieosaurus-lung-struggler · 4 months

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the holidays are always really fucking weird, i dont like many of them but specifically December is just- ew

Anyway ill just thro my mini pitty party real quick:

These song explains how I feel about christmas time *perfectly*

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas by mother mother (christmas playlist)

From heres basically a trauma dump about being in the hospital, but i typically talk about this in a tone more like "oh yea! i nearly died lmao"

When i was like, just turning 6 I had 💫pneumonia💫 & needed to go to the 💫hospital💫. So I spent like, 12/11-31/15 in the hospital. along the way i had these treats happen (not really in order, 💜=story from family member, ❤=i actually remember this)

💜being diagnosed by my sisters 16 yo boyfriend by looking at my gums, whereas medical staff took 4 days

❤Some mcdonalds, cool auntys banana bread, jello & making popin cookin sets w/ my older sister

💜a 5 day medically induced coma

lung surgery therefor cool fuckin scars on my back (WHICH I CANT FUCKING SHOW ANYONE CAUSE I WAS CURSED W/ TITS AND 2/3 ARE UNDER MY BRA)

💜waking up from said coma periodically only to say "im scared" w/ my mom trying to comfort me but i had ear shit going on

💜Finnaly actually woke up, yelled "IM DEAD", which is reportadly the scariest shit my dad has ever heard, my mom asks if i hurt, i say yes, she like "ur not dead honey" again i was 6 & in & out of a coma 😂 (idk why but I've always found that story funny)

💜my parents being thretened w/ truancy by my dumbass school

❤Christmas, I had *2* mini christmas trees in my hospital room 💅 1 was cool but my cool uncle & aunty got me a pink 1 which I still have to this day as a lamp

💜only trusting 1 of my doctors cause he looked like my grandfather who'd been deceased for 2years at that point

❤💜going on walks around the kids floor in a wheelchair & stealing a little gingerbread beanie baby ornament but they didnt care so they just let me keep it & i still have it somehwere.

💜my mom met a lady who had a son who was a few months old & they didnt expect to live past a couple weeks but he *did* (more on that later)

💜had food in the cafeteria and i proceeded to rub the pizza i got *into my hair*. My response? "Its just cheese" my family and I quote that to this day lmao.

💜being reverted to a toddler for a good minute (someone asked my age i said i was 3, i was not) & needing to relearn walking, talking, the little bit of reading i knew & getting into a shower w/out being scared of being pulled down the drain

❤said dude who asked my age worked at the hospital cafeteria & we visited him after most of my appointments. miss u uncle (that was what he went by), wish u well. Dont know where he since covid cause the part of the building cafeteria was in was torn down.

❤and after all that later and i got releaced on new years eve :>

results:

From there forward i had a 20-30minute nebulizer to do every 4 hours (which my parents had to wake up at like 2am for a half hour for), 2 twice daily inhailers, 2 nasil sprays, "the tire" (tastes like shit and makes me feel anxious) (that isnt even all of it my mom counted 8 meds at one point) and i slowly dropped them year by year till they had me down to just rescue inhailer as needed & if my lungs r really shit for a min i go on the tire. (Tire=prednisolone but what 6 year old is remembering that name lol)

specialist appointments every week, then 2 weeks, then every month, 3 months, 6 months, now im at checkup every year and check in as needed

"Look whos inside again" by bo burnham is my life in a nutshell

To this day the smell of a consentrated area of hand sanatizer just has me stop in my tracks lol.

seeing a picture of tiny me on my parents facebook feed yearly of me unconscious in a hospital bed w/ tubes in mah face

couple of close friend i met post hospital (keep in mind i was like 7) didn't believe me so i ran around the playground cursing them the fuck out (never did get in trouble for that 😂) ((I still talk to 1 of them shes cool))

Idk where to put this but about that kid I was talking about before, I found out last year around this time he had just died- of 💫pneumonia💫. yea that fucked me up for a good minute, he was around 6 too which didn't help, I never even met the kid and I still had a weird form of survivors guilt.

Anyway have a merry fucking christmas i really dont get this holiday lol, treat yourself kindly, feel free to be the grinch you are and explain in detail why u hate the holidays u arent alone lol

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jhdyuiee · 4 months

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Be There for Me

✮ pairing: bf!jaehyun x gf!reader

✮ wc: 1.4k (exactly)

✮ warnings/tags: fluff, slight cursing, suggestive (happens only once), kissing/making out (towards the end)

✮ a.n: Merry Christmas! I planned on releasing the fic i’ve been working on today, but it’s still in progress ㅠㅠ, im planning on releasing it soon though! bear with me, this is my first time writing so much. i hope this fic makes up for my delay… i wrote this small Christmas Jaehyun special, while hearing the new NCT 127 Winter Special && omg is it so good! “White Lie” got me crying ngl… Anyways Merry Christmas to you all && I hope you enjoy my first fic. Stay tuned for more! jiji out 🤍

Christmas Eve.

The snow fell, just in time for Christmas. As I continued watching the falling snow my phone rang. ‘Who could it be?‘

Jaehyun.

Read the caller ID. He’s my boyfriend.

“Hey babe,” I answered.

“Hey my love, quick question,” he asked.

“Ask away.”

“Can I take you out on a date tomorrow?”

I was speechless to say the least, usually he’d come over or i’d go over to him during Christmas, nothing too special was done.

“Ye-Yeah, sure.”

“Great! I’ll come pick you up at 7 p.m tomorrow,” he said excitedly.

“Mm, sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow then love,” I said bidding him a goodbye.

“I love you Y/N,” he said lovingly, his voice so sweet, so angelic.

“I love you too Jae.”

I felt like a teenager in love all over again. Embarrassing to admit, but I was overly excited, overflowing with happiness about the fact that Jaehyun had just asked me out on a date- a Christmas date! That’s like every girl’s dream!?

‘What was I gonna wear?’ ‘Should I go to sleep now?’ ‘What aboht my hair?’ ‘Should I shower today or wait til tomorrow?’ Endless questions flowed through my head. Ultimately deciding on sleeping earlier. ‘I must be well rested!’ I told myself.

So just like that, I peacefully drifted off to sleep, fully anticipating whatever was to come tomorrow.

Christmas Day.

Just as I slept early, I awoke early as well. It was now 8 a.m, a little earlier than usual. I got up, looking out the window, the snow beginning to melt. I made my way back to my bed and made it, eating breakfast afterwards, and cleaned- I basically did my regular chores around the house before getting ready. After all, today was my date.

Once I got the chores out of the way I hopped in the shower, the first thing on my list of preparations for the date.

Luckily, I had found the perfect outfit for this occasion. It was a red-wine colored bodycon dress that hugged my curves so beautifully. All that was left now was my hair and makeup.

With an hour left to spare, I slightly curled my hair and went for a natural makeup look. As I looked for a purse, my phone rang. Of course, it was none other than Jaehyun.

I answered, “Are you here already?”

“Not yet, almost. I still have 5 minutes till I arrive,” he said.

“Wow, punctual as always.”

“Are you almost ready though?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just need to put on my shoes.”

“Good, then i’ll be waiting downstairs for you, beautiful.”

I took one last look before leaving, locking the door. I made my way downstairs, easily spotting Jaehyun’s car. It was as if he knew I was already there, exiting his car and walking towards me. He looked speechless, like an angel had just appeared in front of him.

“Fuck, you look so hot Y/N. What if we just go back to your apartment and fuck?”

I hit his chest. “Jaehyun!”

“Kidding, I can tell you spent your time getting ready,” he said, giving my forehead a peck. “Shall we?” he said, guiding me to the passenger seat of his car, opening the door.

He started the car and we were off. I still didn’t know where he was taking me, he never told me. But part of me feels like it was to some fancy restaurant.

My suspicions were later proven correct. We had arrived at some fancy restaurant, it was better than the ones from before. In fact, this one has been quite popular on social media as of late. Upon entering, I noticed it was packed.

‘How were we gonna get in?’ I thought. It’s like Jaehyun read my mind because he said, “I booked us a reservation, don’t worry.”

We walked to the front, “Reservation for two,” Jaehyun said.

“For?” asked the waiter.

“Jeong Jaehyun.”

The waiter took a while before saying, “Right this way.” He guided us to our seats.

The Rooftop.

Wow.

The view from here was absolutely breathtaking. Even more so now that the sun was setting.

“Beautiful, right?”

“Yeah, how were you even able to get us this Jae?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“Oh god, you’re so corny,” I said laughing.

We ordered our food, I settled on some pasta and Jaehyun on steak with two sides of his choice.

The food was absolutely delicious, they weren’t kidding. This might’ve been the best pasta i’ve ever tasted.

“This pasta is so good, want some? I offered some to Jaehyun. He gladly ate it, reminding me as if he were some little kid.

Once we finished eating, he’d secretly ordered us a dessert. A good-ol banana split. We shared it and it reminded me of back when we first started dating.

“Brings back memories doesn’t it?” he said, he must’ve also felt nostalgic.

I nodded, feeling the same way. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be back,” I said excusing myself.

When I came back no one was there. The tables were all cleared, even Jaehyun was nowhere to be found.

‘That’s weird,’ I thought. I swear I wasn’t gone for long, thr bathroom line was what kept me. As I stayed in my thoughts I heard something coming from behind me. I turned noticing a projector screen coming down. I was confused, ‘What’s going on? Some kind of prank?’

Suddenly a video started playing. I froze. Speechless.

It was of me- me and Jaehyun. Our fondest memories, playing on that screen.

I felt tears trickling down my face, my makeup surely ruined. It was beautiful. As the video reached its end, I saw someone emerge. It was him, Jaehyun.

Jaehyun walked towards me, stopping in front of me. He got down on one knee, grabbing my hands in his.

Oh.

I know what this was now. I know why he invited me here today. Just the thought of what was going to unfold, triggered more tears down my face.

“Y/N,” he said, kissing my left hand.

“My beautiful girlfriend. The past 4 years and even before that have been the greatest moments of my life. You were like the light at the end of a tunnel, you are my light. You gave me hope in this life. There hasn’t been a day where my love for you has faded, in fact it grows with every passing day. It’s come to the point where saying ‘I love you’ isn’t enough. We’ve gone through our fair share of ups and downs with one another, yet we still continue being by each other’s sides. Which is why, as of today I want to continue this journey with you, for as long as I live. I want to be with you, become family with you. I want to be yours and for you to be mine for as long as we both shall live.”

He let go of my hands, fetching something under his coat. Revealing a small velvet box. He opened it revealing the most beautiful diamond ring. My dream ring.

“Y/L/N will you marry me?”

I knew this was gonna happen, but I was still left speechless. The tears were nonstop. What did I do to deserve this, deserve him. He was like my sun, my life shined so brightly because of him. I truly love this man.

Shakily I replied, “Y-YES! Of course i’ll marry you.”

Jaehyun smiled, so big and bright, his beautiful dimples on full display. That might’ve been the happiest i’ve ever seen him.

He took out the ring from the box, slipping it onto my ring finger. He must’ve been nervous, as he was shaking quite a bit. He got up, bringing me into a hug. He lifted me up, spinning me in circles. I wished time would stop, so that I could treasure this moment.

He finally put me back down, now just staring at me, admiring me. I probably looked like a hot mess, but that didn’t matter to him.

“Thank you Y/N,” he said, tears finally falling down his cheeks.

“I love you so much Jae,” i say, squeezing his cheeks, trying to wipe away his tears.

“I love you way more wife.”

He leaned in, kissing me. We passionately kissed one another, tasting our tears in between. I could feel him smile as we kissed. He pulled away first, resting his forehead on mine.

This truly was the Best Christmas Ever.

2023.12.24

thank you for reading, my first fic! i’ll be back in the future for more! stay tuned && let me know any remarks. Stay safe and Merry Christmas 🤍

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4kominato · 2 years

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𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚: ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔈𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔢

A/N: oh my gosh im so late posting this 🙃🙃🙃 anyways its Christmas Eve yaay. sorry if ya'll aren't into pokemon... Eevee is a pokemon lmao but idk i just thought itd be cute bc Christmas Eve... even though its a bad pun ... im sorry -kuri

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Tadano Itsuki x GN!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Fluff

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1,012

You awoke to an empty bed, the wintery weather outside leaving the bedroom feeling extra empty and cold. Maybe he wanted to squeeze in some practice time with Mei in the early morning hours before fulfilling the Christmas Eve plans he’d made with you, you thought. So in the meantime, you decided to make some breakfast and coffee so he’d have something to eat once he got back.

“Tadaima! (ただいま: I’m home)” The voice of your lover sounded from the front door just as you finished plating the food.

“Okaeri (おかえり: welcome home),” you greeted, popping your head out of the kitchen to see Itsuki holding a huge Christmas gift bag with green and red tissue covering the top. “What’s that? Where’d you go? I thought maybe you went to practice with Mei-san.”

“I went to pick up your Christmas present,” he answered, holding the bag out to you, “Merry Christmas! You have to open it now.”

“Wait what?” you questioned with a puzzled look on your face as you took the bag from him, “Shit, it’s heavy… why do I need to open it now?”

“Because you have to. I have more stuff in the car, but you have to open this one first.”

“…But why?”

“Just open it,” he whined, helping you to carefully put the bag down on the living room floor.

“Fine, fine,” you finally gave in, seating yourself in front of the gift and yanking out the tissue. Peering into the bag, see a plain white cardboard box with a handle, so you pull it out of the gift bag to see holes punched out around the top half or the box and the name of your local animal shelter printed on the sides. “No… you didn’t!” you gasped, placing the box back onto the floor and fumbling to quickly open it up, “Oh my god, Itsuki!”

At the bottom of the box laid a fluffy, orange tabby kitten that was fast asleep, curled comfortably into a little ball. Reaching inside, you cupped the little ball of fur into your palms and carefully lifted it out before cradling it into your arms. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Boy.”

“I’m gonna name him Eevee,” you announced, scratching him lightly behind the ears with your index.

“Eevee?” Itsuki ridiculed, “Eevee doesn’t have stripes. His name is Tora (とら/虎: tiger).”

“Tora?! Tigers aren’t fluffy,” you snapped back.

“Yeah, but he has stripes,” he puffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“He’s my gift! So I’m naming him Eevee, because he came home on Christmas Eve, and because he’s fluffy like Eevee.”

“Ugh, fine!” Itsuki groaned, finally giving up on the names as he stood up to grab the other things from the car that he’d mentioned earlier. He’d bought a litter box, cat tree, food and water bowls, a little hut, kitten food, and some toys, so you helped him with carrying everything into the house and setting it up.

You’d left Eevee on the couch to sleep while the two of you set everything up, but just as you finished, you noticed him stretching out of the corner of your eye, so you decided to check up on him and maybe if his energy was up, you’d play with him a little bit too.

“Eevee,” you called in a high pitched voice as you crouched down in front of the couch where he’d been sleeping. He gave you a little meow in response and curiously approached you to sniff your fingers before rubbing his cheek up against them.

“Okay, what about Fluffy?” Itsuki suggested, crouching down next to you.

“You’re still on about the names?” you groaned, “I already told you I like Eevee.”

“How about Ginger?”

“No.”

“Pumpkin?”

“No!”

“Milo?”

“Why are you so against the name Eevee?!”

“Because he doesn’t look like Eevee!”

“So what!? He’s Eevee because it’s Christmas Eve I said…” You pouted as you continued to pet him.

Noticing your depleted mood, Itsuki started to feel bad that he had made such a huge deal over something as small as the name of your own kitten. There wasn’t really much point in arguing anyways because ultimately, since he’s your cat, you had the final say in what his name would be.. “I’m sorry,” he spoke shyly, but still, he scooted closer to you and slung a comforting arm over your shoulders, “You’re right. He’s your cat, so if you want him to be called Eevee, he can be Eevee. I shouldn’t have prodded so much, I’m sorry.”

Staying mad at him was tempting, but you honestly appreciated everything else about his gift; it was the best you’d get this year for sure, so on the inside, you knew it wouldn’t be worth it to hold a grudge over such a frivolous thing. “It’s okay… let’s just forget our dumb little argument and move on, okay?” you offered, turning to face him with a small smile.

Leaning in, Itsuki pressed a soft peck to your lips before returning your smile. “I like that idea.”

“So… we’re calling him Eevee,” you stated as you reverted your attention back to your new furry friend, who seemed to be growing livelier by the second. A silence followed to which you frowned momentarily until you turned to see that Itsuki had gotten up to grab some of the cat toys he’d purchased earlier that morning.

“Eevee!” he called as he brought them over, shaking one of them over his head. Eevee’s eyes dilated at the sight of the frilly strings flailing above him, and so he started to jump and reach at them in an attempt to catch them. It warmed your heart to see your two babies playing happily together, and you were extra grateful that Itsuki had finally accepted “Eevee” as the name of choice for your new family addition. Despite being named after a pokemon, “Eevee” would always be a reminder to you of the special day that he brought light to your little family of now, three, on one fine Christmas Eve.

#4kominato events #4kominato’s holiday countdown #christmas #daiya no ace #ace of diamond #tadano itsuki #daiya no ace itsuki #daiya no ace fanfic #ace of diamond fanfic #tadano itsuki fanfic #daiya no ace itsuki fanfic #kuri's writing

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lovetenya · 3 years

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omg could u pls write smth about tenya and christmas? ;; im just- I want him for the holidays ;;

UM.... YOU BET YOUR ASS I CAN!!! i chose to do christmas eve, and i hope that’s okay! tagging you so you see it... hiii @tenyafacesquish i hope you like this

christmas scenario. tenya iida x reader. no warnings, just fluff.

blah blah blah you know the drill. i’ll put a cut on this tomorrow because it’s way longer than i intended (as always!)

christmas eve with tenya iida goes a little something like this.

when heroes rest, villains rise, which... is why tenya’s working christmas eve. he tried so hard to be home at a decent time, but as the hours go by, you sadly accept the fact that the bed next to you is going to be as cold as the snow tonight. on christmas eve.

it’s about 8pm, and christmas music plays softly through your shared apartment while you clean up the dinner you made for the two of you, but enjoyed alone while talking to tenya over the phone.

“you’re sure you can’t come home?” you ask for what feels like the millionth time.

he sighs, “honey, if i could be home, i would be. you know that.”

“they can keep you at the office even on christmas eve? what paperwork is that important, tenya?”

“paperwork that makes sure that bad people are taken care of and kept away from good people. i know it seems unimportant, but it’s all relev-“

a sigh from your end of the line makes him fall silent. “i understand, honey. just come to bed when you get come, okay? i don’t want you sleeping on the couch on christmas eve. that’s just too sad.”

“i will, my love, i promise.”

“okay. i love you, tenya.”

“i love you too, y/n. i’ll see you in a few hours.”

you hang up and set down the phone before walking to the hallway closet where tenya’s presents are hidden underneath a pile of towels. you grab them and carefully set them underneath the tree, giddy at the thought of opening them with tenya the next morning.

just as you get lost in the thought of your first christmas together in your first apartment together, there’s a firm knock at your door.

it’s way too late to be the mail, you thought. and.. izuku, ochaco, and shoto already dropped off their gifts earlier, so it can’t be any of them. who the hell is at my door at 8 o’clock at night?

it’s too dark to see through the small hole in the door, so you call through nervously, “who is it?”

a low, gruff voice says back “santa!”

you thank GOD that you have tenya’s number on speed dial, because tonight was not the night for a run-in with some creep pretending to be santa.

it rings once, before you notice the sound coming from the other side of the door.

you press your ear against the door, realizing that it’s tenya’s ringtone.

you quickly swing open the door only to be greeted by tenya iida himself, smiling with arms wide and ready.

first, you jump into his arms and pepper his face with kisses before pulling back.

“TENYA!! YOU SCARED ME!!”

through his laughter, he says “i’m sorry, honey, even though i am flattered that you called me before the police.”

“oh shut up. were you already on the way home when we hung up?”

“i was already outside the building.”

“tenya!”

“i wanted to surprise you! and judging by the way you greeted me.. i’d say that you enjoyed the surprise!”

“of course i enjoyed the surprise, it’s you, after all. now get in some comfy clothes so i can show you what christmas is all about.”

“and what’s that?” he quirks an eyebrow in your direction, clearly not catching on.

“pajama pants, hot chocolate, and shitty movies, of course. plus, since it’s christmas eve, you get to open one of your gifts.”

“really? you don’t want to wait until tomorrow?”

“no way! it’s only one gift, anyway. now go get your work clothes off so you can make up for your christmas eve lies by cuddling me!!” you tease.

he laughs, “okay, okay, fine. i’ll be back in a minute.”

when he gets back, you sit on the floor in your flannel pajama pants in front of the christmas tree.

tenya, eager to follow the rules, insists that you exchange only a single gift.

he opens his first, and finds a signed copy of his favorite novel from when he was young. he wonders how you possibly obtained this incredibly rare object from its elusive author and you tease “you’re santa, shouldn’t you know that already?”

you go next, unwrapping the silver wrapping paper to unveil a framed photo. the sleek, black frame contains a photo of the two of you at UA, back when you were just classmates. you’re sitting on the bleachers next to each other, and tenya was clearly forced to take the photo against his will, but he smiled anyway.

your smiles are young and bright, and tenya’s cheeks are dusted pink at the way you lean close to him (even if you were already in frame before.) due to his massive crush that never went away, he didn’t mind the proximity then, and he definitely doesn’t mind how you pull him into a kiss to hide the tears that flood your eyes.

and when he sips his hot chocolate, looking at you from behind fogged-up glasses, you can’t help but think how you can’t wait to do this forever.

“merry christmas eve, tenya. i’m so glad you’re home.”

“merry christmas eve, my love.”

WOOOO i wrote this in one sitting and i feel like it’s cute so i’m not waiting to post it !! i hope you like it and i wish you a very happy holidays! stay safe!! love, tj

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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december 18 - chris motionless

title: die hard for the holidays

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prompt: Person A has secret feelings for person B. person B has secret feelings for person A. one of them suggests having dinner together for the holidays since neither of them will be spending time with their families and all their other friends are busy

request from: @svintsandghosts

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou

@xyours-eternallyx @joeynihil

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i looked over his newest Instagram post and sighed. god was i that desperate? simping over my best friend? of course i was, but we'd known each other long enough that i knew nothing would ever come of it. when my phone dinged it almost startled me, prompting me to look up at the new text notification. it was my mother. i sighed, opening it and reading it.

"dads sick, doctor says its viral so we wont be able to do Christmas this year. i hope you and your siblings can get together to do something else but if not that's okay. we both hope you have a blessed Christmas anyway and will be mailing gifts out in the next week. love you."

i hummed to myself before answering her.

"hope dad gets better soon and send him my best. i don't see any of them making plans to get together but i guess we'll see. ill mail gifts too if you're okay with that and hopefully ill see you in the new year. love you both."

i closed my phone and set it upside down on my chest, rubbing my hands over my face.

"so much for getting out of the house."

i said to myself. then my phone dinged again, making me roll my eyes in annoyance. to my surprise though it was a text from Chris.

"mom cancelled Christmas this year cause they won a cruise lol. you doing anything?"

i sat up abruptly and typed back.

"my dads sick so mine was cancelled too. when and where do you want me? lol"

i waited patiently for a second before seeing a new message.

"hope he gets better soon. but how about Christmas eve, dinner at my place?"

i nodded quickly to myself.

"ill be there."

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when the day finally came i wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. we'd hung out millions of times but this was the first time we'd be together for Christmas alone. usually we all had a party with the band and other friends but that was pushed to new years. lets just say i was beyond nervous. plus he told me to dress nice, whatever that meant. no matter what it meant to him, here i was stood in front of my full body mirror, looking over the sparkling blue velvet dress i had on.

"this is too fancy."

i said, moving to my closet. as i started flipping through things i heard my phone buzz. it was Chris.

"you on your way?"

i looked to the time. shit, it was almost six.

"getting my shoes on now. ill be there in fifteen."

i replied. so much for changing. i grabbed a Christmas jumper and pajama pants just in case and shoved them in a bag, pulling my heels on and running out the door. the car ride was fairly quiet, apart from the light Christmas music playing through the radio and my complains about the snow. i wish i would've known it was supposed to snow but it was a little late for that i guess.

as i pulled into his apartment complex parking lot i could see his Christmas tree through the open window. it looked nice, covered in colorful lights and shiny ornaments. i got out of my car and walked quickly across the lot and up the stairs to the second floor, knocking on his door and shivering as the snow flew around me. when he opened the door he offered a wide smile.

"hey! how's it going?"

he asked as he pulled me in for a hug. i breathed in deeply, trying to warm up.

"I'm good, and you?"

i asked as he let me into his apartment. i still felt over dressed, even seeing him in his button down and tie, the two peaking out from under his sweater.

"oh ya know, same old same old. i hope you're hungry, cause dinners about ready."

he said excited and i laughed.

"you know me, never not hungry."

i said and he sent me a knowing look.

"how about you go sit, and ill bring it out."

he said, motioning to the made up table. i nodded.

"you sure you dont want help with anything?"

i asked and he shook his head.

"of course not, you get to be the guest this time, now go relax."

he instructed.

"okay, okay, im going."

i said as he pointed, a demanding look on his face.

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after dinner we both worked on dishes and things before moving to the couch, the lights all out except the tree as he looked for a movie to watch.

"im glad we could get together for this."

he said, clicking the remote and i smiled.

"you and me both. i think this is the first year i would've been alone since moving out of my parents place."

he laughed a little bit.

"you and me both. even when im not home i still usually have the band to be with."

i nodded solemnly.

"speaking of which, how are they all doing? i feel like i haven't talked to any of them in a while."

i said and he shrugged.

"theyre as good as they always are, keeping busy thats for sure. but youll get to see them for new year."

he mentioned and i nodded.

"yeah i guess so."

it was quiet for a moment, and i looked over him, his focus still on the tv.

"got any suggestions?"

he asked and i hummed.

"uh, no, not really."

i said bashfully, catching his eye when he turned his head with a frown. i guess i wasnt exactly making it subtle that i was staring at him huh? oh well.

"how about die hard?"

he asked and i laughed.

"oh yeah, a christmas classic."

i said sarcastically as he clicked on it.

"you know it."

he said, setting the remote on the coffee table, settling back into the couch. i thought for a second before slipping my arm into his and resting my head on his shoulder.

"you cold?"

he asked and i nodded, looking up as he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and down over me.

"thanks."

i said, getting comfortable against him again. we sat like that for most of the movie, until i heard him yawn, then he moved to rest his head against mine. i smiled to myself, sliding my hand slowly into his as it rested against my knee. when the movie finally ended neither of us moved.

"ya know, it looks pretty bad out there, maybe you should stay."

he said, never once looking away from the tv. i could feel a small smile making its way to my lips as we sat there cuddled together on the couch.

"you sure? i wouldnt want to be an inconvenience."

i said, feeling his head lift off mine and prompting me to look at him. he squeezed my hand.

"you're never an inconvenience. and besides i wouldnt want you to get stuck in the snow or anything."

i smiled at him.

"i guess i cant argue with that logic, huh."

i confirmed and he nodded his head once.

"great, we can watch another movie then and then go to bed together."

he said, freezing for a second.

"i mean, uh, not together together. but, like, uh-"

he said, flustered, tripping over his words. i pressed a finger to his lips gently.

"its okay chris. i get what you mean."

i said and he sighed.

"fuck it, i did mean together."

he said, slipping his hand out of mine and bring it up to cup my face. he pushed forward and kissed me fervently. a thousand things rushed through my brain at once as i melted into his touch but at the moment none of them mattered. all that mattered was that he felt the same. when he pulled away i didnt open my eyes just yet, sitting there trying to engrave into my memory exactly what he felt and tasted like. when i opened my eyes he was staring down at me, his lips sucked in like he messed something up.

"wow."

i said softly, laughing a little bit.

"im sorry, i shouldn't have done that."

he said, looking down. i shook my head.

"like hell."

i said, making him look to me in shock. i grabbed his face and kissed him again, his hand moving to the back of my head as our mouths moved together. when we both pulled away for air we panted lightly, smiling at each other like idiots.

"it took ya long enough."

i said, making him laugh.

"merry christmas y/n."

he said, stroking my cheek lightly with his thumb and i could feel a blush rising to my face.

"merry christmas chris."

#25 days of christmas requests #chris motionless #x reader #miw #imagines #one shots

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vampire03 · 3 years

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Diabolik Christmas

Everyone x reader Christmas special

"Hnnn...mmm..." Y/N woke up feeling something heavy on top of her. She opened her eyes and tried to move. She saw blond locks in front of her. Shu.

"G'morning, troublesome creature." He mumbled sleepily.

"Good morning, Shu." Y/N smiles.

Shu rolled to her side and without opening his eyes says "There is a gift here in your room. Find it yourself, it's too bothersome to show you where it is...". Then he fell asleep again.

Y/N sighed and chuckled at his usual behavior. She looked around her room and under her bed she found a tiny yellow giftbox with a neat blue ribbon on top. Y/N opened it and inside there was a silver collar with musical notes engraved on it in beautiful shapes.

(Something like this, I couldn't find a better image, Im sowwyyy TwT)

"Thank you, Shu!" Y/N said as she coverd him with an electric blanket. That was his Christmas present from her. He smiled and snuggled even more in it without opening his eyes.

Then she exited the room and started walking to the kitchen. There surely will be some leftovers on the table, right?

On the way two arms snaked around her body from behind and a familiar flirty voice was heard.

"Bitch-chaaaaaan~ Merry Christmas!"

"Laito!" Y/N chuckled and leaned into his embrace.

"Look what I got you!" He happily squealed as he spayed something on her neck.

"Kyaaaah!" She welped in surprise. Then se smelled... perfume? A really nice perfume with vanilla and something else, that made the aroma sweet and sexy at the same time.

"Nfu. Use it wisely!" He chuckled and pecked her cheek, dissapearing as fast as he appeared. She will give him the fancy watch she got him later, it seemed.

Y/N blushed and smiled, putting the perfume in her pocked as she finally reached the kitchen. There a pile of deleicious food awaited her, a certain black-haired vampire with glasses was turning the leftovers from Christmas Eve into masterpieces.

"Good morning, Reiji, and Merry Christmas!" Y/N happily greated.

"Aaah, good morning, Y/N! And Merry Christmas. He smiled as he gestured towards to table, inviting her to sit.

She sat down and in front of her were served delicious dishes - steak with vegetables, fruits with whipped cream, baked apples and candies. Her eyes filled with joy.

"Ah! I almost forgot!" Y/N handed Reiji a blue giftbox with silver-red ribbon. His facial expression became somewhat happy and excited in a really childish way. Inside the box was a... blue baggy sweather?

"You are always dressed up in a formal manner... Why don't you wear more comfy clothes once in a while?" Y/N happily said as she looked at him. He had already put on the sweater and looked so cute. They both smiled.

"But where are my manners?" He asked himself as he gave her a tiny black box. She opened it and inside was a silver ring with a big sapphire on top.

"It's so beautiful!" She said as she put it on.

"I'm glad." Reiji smiled and handed her a cup of tea. Y/N thanked him and took a sip. When she looked around again, Reiji was nowhere to be seen.

"Hm? They dissapear and appear so fast!"

She looked around the kitchen for more leftovers to eat and saw a bunny plushie and a note attached to it. "This is Lilly. Me and Teddy decided she will enjoy being your friend." Was written by a certain purple haired vampire. Awww. She has prepared new clothes for Teddy and a fancy, somehow lolita coat for Kanato. She will have to give them to him later.

She then turned towards the exit to walk away and saw a note on the table.

"Oi, Chichinashi. Me and this Kino guy decided to have fun with you. We won't give you you presents so easily - you gotta find them!"

Yup. That's in Ayato's style. And the handwritting was so messy. There was no mistake. Y/N took the note and searched around for something left from Ayato and/or Kino. Almost half an hour later, she decided to search in the pool area. And she found another note on a bench.

"Did you think that we will give you the present so easily, Princess?" You will have to earn it! And swim all the way to the bottom of the pool to get it, hahaha!"

That handwritting was also messy, but still neater than Ayato's. Kino. Of course when these two pranksters somehow find a way to work together, it will be something like this. Good thing that she knew how to swim. She dived in and found a tiny black box on the bottom of the pool. She took it and got out of the water.

She opened it with excitement, only to find another note.

"Hahahaha, you fell for it!" Was written in Ayato's handwritting. "That was just a warm-up, the real present is on the bottom of the lake!" Was written in Kino's handwriting. These two jerks! Urgh!!!

Anyway, Y/N stretched up nicely and prepared herself. She went to the lake and dived into the cold water.

After a few unsuccessful tries she finaly found two red boxes with black ribbons and took them.

Once on land she opened the forst box.

"Ha! I knew you will open Ore-sama's present first! Now you can enjoy my scent whenever you go!" Was written on a card.

In the box there was one of Ayato's old shirts he used for basketball tranings. It was neatly washed, and folded. Heh, guess someone had aked Reiji for help. Was that present a sign of his ownership over her? Knowing Ayato, probably it was. And there were these nice sporty shoes too. They were really comfy and nice! She will play basketball with him after that. She smiled.

Then she opened Kino's present - inside there was a brand new iPhone.

"Now you can download that multiplayer game I told you about and we can play it together, right, princess?" Was written on a tiny card. That looked expensive. But more importantly, it was so sweet too! She will now spend more time with him as well.

Y/N decided she will give them their presents later at dinner - for Ayato a pair of jeans with one of its legs originaly shorter. Just in Ayato's style. And for Kino - a waterproof mini camera. He would love making unique photoshoots with it! She smiled yet again and went to take a shower, so she won't catch a cold after that.

After the shower she went to her room. She found a silver beautiful bracelet with the infinity sign and a tiny note, written in a messy manner.

"Merry Christmas! I wish you health and luck and whatever you mortals wish each other." Aaah, Subaru. Always Tsundere. She had already left his gift in his room. It was only a matter of time for him to find it. A very fluffy white pillow for him to hug in his sleep. She knew he secretly needed to hug something in his sleep.

She looked around her room again. And her gaze landed on her desk. There she found a weird heart? It was made of wires?

"Dear Eve. This is a part of the gift from the Mukami brothers to you. The other parts are in the music room, the garden and the torture chamber. Please seek Yuma for help if you have troubles assembling it. We want you to enjoy finding your gift and constructing it." Was written on a note with neat letters by Ruki, apparently.

Y/N searched all the places she was told and thankfully the Mukamis didn't prank her like Ayato and Kino did. She found 3 other hearts like this, a frame and some more wires.

Somehow she assembled it all on her own and got this:

(Imaginge that instead of "Be mine" is written "Be ours")

It was a night lamp! A very creative one! Now her nights won't be completely dark. She put it on the nightstand and enjoyed its light some more before turning it off again and going to each of the Mukami's rooms to leave them her presents - a professional kitchen knife set for Ruki, fancy jewelry for Kou, this giant encyclopedia about gardening Yuma wanted so much and an ukulele for Azusa.

And as she walked away from Azusa's room, she was suddenly hopped on the back of a certain wolf. "Nii-san is waiting for us!" Shin huffed as he ran really fast through the hallway.

He reached Carla's room where the white-haired man was waiting for them. He handed her a big fancy box.

Inside there was on of those two-pieces paintings.

"This is from our mansion's art collection. Feel honoured and Merry Christmas" Carla explained.

She thanked them multiple times. There was an wide ugly empty space on the wall in her room. Now it will finally be pretty!

"Carla, Shin... Did you find your Christmas presents?"

"Yes!" They cheerfuly said in unison and took out large doggy sweathers, put them on and changed into their wolf forms. They looked so fancy snd royal like that!

They woofed happily and Y/N went to the kitchen, smiling, remembering she has to help Reiji with dinner now. When she passes through the living room, a sleepy Shu pulled her into his embrace. She giggled and hugged back, as she felt Reiji take her hand and kissing it. Then the triplets came - rubbing their noses with hers, kissing her face. Kino appeared from behind and started playing with her hair. The Mukami brothers also joined in the kissing and hugging, as two way too familiar wolves came and snuggled with her. Subaru came out of nowhere as well.

Before she knew it, she was squished between 13 demons, who showered her with kisses and love, feeling like one big, big family.

Merry Christmas and Happy New year!

Sorry that there are no pictures for some of the presents. Tumblr has limit of 10 photos per post...

#diabolik lovers #dl #tsukinami #kino sakamaki #mukami #scenario #sakamaki #x-mas #special #christmas #christmas special

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Tale As Old As Time

Draco X Gryffindor!Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Part Nine Part Ten

Summary: The Yule Ball is finally here and maybe just once you get to be the princess in a fairy tale.

A/N: Guys, guys, this chapter IS SO SWEET AND SOFT AND I’M ASDKJDADGAD anyway. Hello to those of you who are new! I love you all so much (and if anyone would like context or a visual for this chapter see Cinderella or ya know your favorite Disney princess dance sequence... there are so many) I love you all! Please let me know what you think! Also catch this on AO3 soon!!

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Christmas Eve and it seemed like the week had passed faster than the week before. Between finding a last-minute present—and a letter to Mrs. Weasley to see if a miracle could really happen—and wrapping the ones I already had, I was exhausted come Christmas Eve, so I did what I did every year: I read a book.

“So, do you have a dress for the Ball?” Hermione asked as we lounged in the Common Room watching the boys play chess.

“Yeah, my mother sent me one, it was the parcel I got the other morning,” I noted, my eyes not leaving my book—A Christmas Carol.

It was the evening before the Ball as well, and we were enjoying the buzz of the common room as Christmas approaching in the morning had everyone in a stupor. I had seen Draco at dinner, but Hermione stole me back for the evening, well, she tried.

Penelope swooped in and a letter landed in my lap.

“Oh, come on, I just got you back in here,” Hermione groaned. “Doesn’t he have his own party at Slytherin?”

“Maybe he’s invited her. I’ve heard so much about how good Slytherin parties are,” Ron looked up hopefully.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, breaking the seal and opening the letter.

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower as soon as you can, dress warm.

Draco

Three pairs of eyes were on me.

“I... have to go?” I offered sheepishly.

“A party?” Ron asked.

“No, just... never mind. It’s not a party.” I shrugged as I got up and stretched.

Grabbing my winter boots, scarf and fur lined jacket—that my mother also sent—I headed own the drafty halls and up to the Astronomy Tower.

“Draco?” I called as I reached the top step. He turned, a smile making its way to his face.

“Hey,” He helped me up the stair, taking my gloved hand in his. “These are new?” He mused, eyeing the black leather fur lined gloves.

“Mother sent them; someone must have told her that I was cold.” I gave him a side eyed look. He chuckled and pulled me close

“So, the ball is tomorrow,” He began

“Yes, that is how time works,” I mused. “I believe it is Christmas as well,”

“Yes, I haven’t forgotten,” He scoffed with a smile. “And I assume, since you weren’t... here growing up, I assume you have no idea how to dance,” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, and you do?” I scoffed.

“Yes,” He answered simply. “This isn’t my first Ball Y/n,”

“So, you’ve danced with other girls before?” I raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t as jealous as I let off, it was just fun to watch him scramble over something so simple.

“Yes,” He sounded strained.

I smiled and pulled him to the center of the walkway, pulling him close.

“Teach me then,” I took his hand and he pulled me close, into first position. “You’re right, I have never danced before,” I confessed.

“I know,” He mused. “This is going to be horrendous,”

A laugh escaped his lips and mine. I sighed and took his hand as his other rested on my waist and mine on his shoulder. Music came from somewhere, but I didn’t question it, I was too focused on not stumbling.

“It’s a pattern,” He told me. “One, two, three, four,” He instructed.

It took a few—hundred—tries, but Draco was persistent. Soon I was tripping over my own feet less and spinning around the Tower laughing as I danced almost flawlessly in sweatpants. Now only if I could do it in heels and a dress.

Draco pulled me in and be began to speed up the pace, leading me into new steps before his hands moved quickly and he easily dipped me.

“Draco!” I exclaimed and gripped for him as he righted me.

“Did you think I was going to let you fall?” He teased as our dance stilled, the two of us closer than ever.

“Haven’t you already?” I asked, my hands drifting to their familiar place around his neck.

“Have you fallen for me then, Miss Lupine?” He asked softly, the electric current growing stronger as the distance between us closed.

Staring into blue eyes, I felt the coolness of a river, and the gentle waves of the ocean, comforting me with their chill. An entire world laid behind them, one that I yearned to explore and know every part of.

“I think so,” I whispered the confession. “A Lupine and a Malfoy,” I scoffed softly.

“What an idea,” He pondered. “To fall for someone like you,”

I smiled and pressed my lips softly to his, basking in his warmth. Now that we had stopped dancing, the winter air began to seep through my clothes. When I shivered, he pulled away and chuckled.

“You know, with all the spell and potions and charms out there, you would think there would be something to keep you warm,” Draco baited.

“I have you, don’t I?” “I suppose you do,”

Draco walked me back to the Gryffindor portrait in comfortable silence. Another fleeting goodnight kiss and I was far from being cold.

“I’ll meet you here tomorrow then? Seven forty-five?”

“Are you sure about this Draco... your father and the Ball...” I looked down, still worried.

“Stop it Y/n,” He chided. “It will be fine. We’re safe here.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Now go get some rest.”

“Goodnight Draco,” I whispered. “And Merry Christmas,”

He eyed me and an amused smirk played at his lips.

“Happy Christmas,” I couldn’t tell if it was a correction or if he had meant it. “Goodnight Y/n,”

Again, we exchanged a glance, three words unspoken between us: I love you.

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Draco woke early Christmas morning to Penelope fluttering annoyed at his side, cooing for attention. He had half the idea to shove her off the bed and go back to sleep, but you couldn’t really push a bird anywhere and expect it to stay away.

Groaning and sitting up, he saw that Penelope was sitting upon two parcels, and a letter accompanying each. It dawned on him that it was Christmas morning, not just any morning, and these must be from you.

Taking the one that had your letter attached—marked by your red wax seal—he opened the letter.

Merry Christmas Draco,

We had these sweets (we called them candy) in America, I had my mother send me some, and thought you might want to try them. Sour Patch Kids are my favorite, I’m not one for chocolate, but I did include some for you to try. If not, I’m sure Crabbe or Goyle wouldn’t mind having them.

Mother also sent all of my Latin books to you because you seemed interested in it the other night. Please be careful with them, they’re worth more than you can imagine, they belonged to my great great something grandfather. I will kill you if you ruin them. Though I suppose they are yours now... still.

And, from me... well, I got you a fountain pen. It was my grandfathers, a gift from a Muggle. I know, I know. But, it’s so small, and very useful. You use it like a quill and ink, but it doesn’t splotch or smear and dries instantly. I rewrite all of my class notes with a pen so that they’re neat, and I thought you might appreciate one as well. If you don’t want it, that’s fine too...

I hope you have a merry—happy Christmas morning. I await our dance tonight,

Yours,

Y/n

P.S. I sent a letter to Mrs. Weasley as well and I do believe that she sent you one of her hand knitted sweaters, so don’t be surprised if you get one. It was me. Again, if you don’t want it... it’s okay. I know it’s a lot.

Draco tossed the letter aside and tore open the package that accompanied it. Inside, as you had said, was a few thick books, come colorful plastic wrapped candy, and a long black velvet box.

Taking the box, he discarded the lid and nestled inside was a sleek silver cylindrical object. Removing it, Draco stared at the small thing, wondering what use it had and how had Muggles ever used this when ink and quill worked just fine.

Pulling of the cap as he would an inkwell, a small golden tip greeted him, similar to the ends of his quills, but less fragile. Taking your letter, he leaned it against one of the books you have gifted to him and he wrote his name with the pen.

It glided easily across the page, leaving dark ink in its wake, spelling his name delicately. There was no need to dip it back into an inkwell, and running his finger over it, he discovered that it didn’t smear or stain his fingers.

As much as he wanted to hate it and dismiss it, claiming that nothing smart logical or good came from Muggles, he couldn’t. This pen was something else. It was useful. And he hated it. But he also loved that it was from you and that you had clearly spent a lot of time trying to figure out what would prove worth to him even though it was Muggle.

He set the pen back into the box and placed it on his desk. Having a good idea what was in the other package and who it was from, he begrudgingly opened the letter attached.

Mr. Draco

I was quite surprised when I got a letter from Miss Y/n asking for her to make this for you, but I couldn’t say no to her—she is quite persuasive and truly seems to care about you having a good Christmas this year and who was I to refuse?

Have a Happy Christmas Draco, because someone out there really cares for you.

Mrs. Weasley

Dreading opening the package, knowing exactly what was inside, Draco opened the parcel and found an emerald green and grey striped knitted sweater. There was no sign of the god-awful initial of his first name. No, it was just a normal sweater, as if you knew what to ask for and what he would wear.

A smile touched his lips as he slipped the sweater over his head and picked up the book you sent: Wheelock’s Latin. Flipping through a few pages he could see you steady writing in notes littering the margins and little bookmarks placed in odd places to him.

The room around him started to come alive as the others around him awoke, and began to tear through their presents, but he remained on his bed in his own little bubble, leafing through the books and making his way through the American sweets you had sent—particularly enjoying something called Mike and Ikes.

Because of you, he had one of the best Christmas mornings that he had in a long while. He hoped that you were as well.

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The excitement of the morning had me awake earlier than normal and I saw that Hermione was already awake. Smiles spread across our faces as we wished another a Merry Christmas then began to open the presents that laid at the foot of our beds.

Hermione had gotten me a book—the same book that I had taken from Malfoy in the library— “so that you can have your own” she explained. Harry and Ron had joined together and gotten me a new set of inkwell and quill and a bound book of parchment in emerald and gold. Mrs. Weasley went above and beyond as normal with snacks and the usual sweater; this year it was a deep red with a forest green trim and gold accents. There was another set of graphite pencils and sketchbook from my mother and new diamond earrings from my grandparents.

On its own, on my bedside table was a small package in silk green wrapping and a letter with a matching green seal. My heart fluttered as I picked it up, knowing that it was from Draco. I hope that he had gotten what I had sent and that he had accepted it.

Opening the letter, it was short and unbearably sweet:

Dearest Y/n,

For you, to remind you that we are more than names and houses.

Happy Christmas. I’ll see you tonight,

Yours,

Draco

Smiling I opened the small box and inside cushioned was a necklace. It held neither an emerald nor ruby, instead a sapphire, the color of the sea, the color of his eyes, the feeling of Animi Amoris. On a delicate silver chain and lain in a diamond encrusted heart the sapphire sat, smiling at me.

“Oh Draco,” I murmured softly.

“What he get you?” Hermione asked, grinning, coming over to my bed in her Weasley sweater.

I showed her the necklace, not letting it leave my hold.

“He really is a sap, isn’t he?” Hermione sighed

“Yeah, he is,” I smiled, putting the necklace on. “He’ll never admit it though.”

Harry and Ron met up with Hermione and me in the common room, and we went down to breakfast together. I didn’t catch sight of Draco at breakfast and I wondered where he was. Deciding not to fret too much I spent the morning in Gryffindor Tower, where everyone was enjoying their presents—as I was, starting to sketch with my mother’s present.

Lunch was just as extravagant and featured so many turkeys I wondered exactly how long it had taken for them all to be cooked. I did see Draco at lunch, but other than a wave and a smile, there was no time for a proper hello in the fervor of the festivities, not that we didn’t try.

Time flew and soon Hermione and I were up in the Gryffindor Tower getting ready for the Ball. I had to help her with her hair and makeup, knowing a bit more in the area.

“He asked you out last night to teach you to dance?” She squeaked. “That is the cutest thing, I honestly don’t believe it,”

I rolled my eyes and pinned her hair into place.

“I think he’s been so worried about keeping up his reputation that he doesn’t know who to be, ya know? He doesn’t have the parents we do... or the friends. He’s just...” I trailed off.

“I understand, it’s just odd.” Hermione smiled.

“Yeah, but he’s still himself... just good.” I placed the final pin. “There, that should stay for the rest of... well forever.” I grinned. “No one will know it’s you Cinderella,” I teased.

“Oh, and who does that make you?

“Your fairy godmother of course,” I mocked a bow

“I’m pretty sure that makes you Belle and you’re living Beuaty and the Beast,” She pointed out mischievously.

I laughed and started to work on her makeup. She then helped me curl my hair and place it into a plaited bun. It was great fun. I teased her about Krum, and she teased me right back about Draco. We finally had time to sit and talk without anyone prying and without a deadline.

The time came and we both got into our dresses, doing finishing touches. Hermione held herself higher as we looked in the mirror, her periwinkle dress playing off of my crimson red one. Draco’s necklace hung at the hollow of my chest.

We both left the fray a bit early, I had to meet Draco and she had to meet Krum. Just as he had promised, Draco met me outside the Common Room, looking nervous and very handsome. His suit was well tailored, the stark black and white playing off another.

“Wow,” He breathed out, making me look down, blushing the color of my dress.

“My mother does have a dramatic flair, doesn’t she?” I asked, running my fingers through the layers of tulle and speckled diamonds that danced in the candlelight.

“I don’t think she has anything to do with how breathtaking you look right now,” Draco offered his hand.

I took it, taking careful graceful steps in the heels that my mother also sent me.

“You look quite handsome as well,” I complimented. “Quite a change from school uniforms is it not?”

“One that I rather enjoy,” He smiled as I held onto him, descending the stairs toward the Great Hall entrance.

Everyone in the hall stopped with the sight of us, gawking. A hush fell over the crowd as we entered the mass of students, all dressed for the occasion, all gaping—or glaring—at the two of us. I tried to not let it bother me, but I couldn’t quite let it go.

“People are staring,” I whispered.

“Y/n I’m sure you’ve seen yourself in a mirror, you are more than worth staring at.”

I looked down, suddenly very focused on not tripping. When the Great Hall doors were opened, I caught sight of Harry and Ron with their dates, the Patil twins, and gave him a small wave as we were ushered out into the lawn.

It was captivating, the sight of it all. I leaned against Draco, marveling at the fairy lights and enchantment of it all. The walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people.

“Like a fairy tale,” I whispered, letting my eyes wander.

“Shall we then,” Draco asked, leading me to one of the front tables where my—our friends were sitting.

“If he’s the Slytherin Prince then no doubt tonight you’re the Gryffindor Princess,” Fred muttered in my ear.

I let out a small laugh and looked to Draco, who raised an eyebrow in question, but I shrugged and shook my head, taking his hand in mine. With the Triwizard champions having sat and Dumbledore beginning the feast, the Hall was filled with talking and laughter and merriment.

It was comforting, watching it all. Draco fit in with the crowed around us and Hermione and Viktor were having what seemed like the best time at one of the head tables. I was happy for her; she finally was seen on the outside who she was on the inside.

Dinner had come and passed and with a wave of his wand, Dumbledore transformed the Great Hall into a dance floor. Anxiety fluttered in my chest at the thought that I would have to dance in front of people soon.

“I can hear you worrying,” Draco murmured softly, as he stood behind me his hands at my waist.

“I have to dance,” I fretted. “I’m going barefoot, I hope you know that,”

He chuckled and nodded, whether in acknowledgement or permission, I wasn’t sure. Soon other couples began to join the champions. I broke from Draco’s hold and discarded my heels under a nearby table. When I went back, I couldn’t find Draco. My eyes scanned the crowd until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Relaxing I turned and saw gentle blue eyes.

“May I have this dance?” Draco bowed slightly, offering his hand out again.

“You may,” I grinned and took it as he led me to the dance floor.

“I won’t let you fall,” He promised in a soft voice as we fell into a familiar pattern, learned only the night before.

The world faded around us as he guided me on the dance floor. My eyes never left his and a smile never left either of our faces. It was our own little world as we waltzed across the floor.

The moment held another sort of magic, one where we didn’t have to do anything but fall into step with another and dance upon the notes left by the music around us.

“Ready?” He whispered and I nodded.

Gently, as the music ended, he dipped me, father than before, but I wasn’t afraid.

He wasn’t going to let me fall.

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staytheb · 5 years

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Like Oh 2.0 - Merry Christmas

Previous Chapter: Change of Plans Word Count: 3,997 Summary: It’s Christmas and Mark and Jaebeom have something they wanna say to Serena and Melanie, respectively.

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it’s getting there! just four more chapters and Like Oh 2.0 is complete (here on tumblr that is lol) but yeah, it’s been fun revising this and sharing it one here. so just await the next chapters and happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

It was close to midnight when the sisters got done face timing with their parents, their aunt Julisa, the twins, their so-called brothers and relations, as well as with Chloe and Taesuk, and everyone else for the rest throughout the day in celebration of Christmas Eve. It was because they knew that everyone else would be too busy on Christmas day to do their own holiday things. As for the sisters they were going to sleep in until the afternoon, eat while opening presents, probably check out the Christmas lights, and then turn in for the night. Both of them knew that there was nothing else for them to do when they were so far away from their loved ones.

Anyways, both Serena and Melanie tiredly crashed onto the sofa once they ended their last call with James who was the only one not celebrating it with a significant other. "I wonder if James just loves his single life to be tied down and committed." Serena mused with a yawn as Melanie nodded also letting out a yawn. "Probably. I think it's just him being hella picky though." "I know right." Serena agreed with a laugh as she closed her eyes. "Gonna sleep right here. Too lazy to go to my room." "Me, too." Melanie said as she made herself comfortable on the couch opposite of her sister.

Melanie and Serena were about to fall asleep into a sweet dreamland when both of their phones rang. Melanie's phone's volume was on low, but the light was flashing indicating activity. Serena's phone just continued to vibrate against the surface of the coffee table as she had muted her sound to vibrate mode instead. Melanie didn't budge as she didn't hear it, but she also didn't care for it. Serena on the other hand heard it and tiredly reached over to grab hers while lightly tapping Melanie awake with her foot to get hers as Serena had also picked up her sister's phone and threw it onto her sister's chest. "Answer your phone. It's ringing."

"Ugh, just leave me alone, Rere." Melanie groaned before actually looking to see who was calling her. She clumsily sat upright while staring at the image of Jaebeom calling her. "Why is he calling?" She mumbled as she answered his call. "Hello?" As for Serena she was debating on picking up Mark's call or not when she saw his name flashed across the screen, too. Serena let the call go through as she didn't feel like talking to him right now. She was about to set the phone back onto the coffee table when she felt the vibration first before the device lit up with Mark's name showing up again. Serena gave in and answered his call. "Hello?"

Both sisters answered the idols' call, but eventually got up and walked towards their room to talk in a more private manner when both idols requested for Serena and Melanie to go somewhere else so they could converse in private although it wouldn't really have mattered since neither sisters were loud or obnoxious to one another. Anyways, the sisters rolled their eyes while looking at one another and mouthed what the boys had said before silently chuckling and doing as what they had said and were now in their own bedrooms and lying upon their beds. "Could you meet me at the JYP building?" Both Jaebeom and Mark had asked the pair.

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"Right now?" Serena questioned in disbelief with a laugh while staring up at the ceiling nonchalantly not really expecting Mark to actually think she would see him at this hour and weather condition. "Yeah." Came Mark's reply which caused Serena to frown and furrowed her eyebrows together. "You're serious?" "Yes, I'm serious." "Um, but why? It's so late though." There was a pause on his end as Serena waited for his explanation on why he wanted her to meet him at his company. "Mark?" "I have a few hours to hang before our next schedule and I just wanted to spend the early Christmas hours with my home girl." Mark simply replied, but to Serena it had caused her heart to tightened upon hearing his words. Before she could say anything, Mark spoke again. "So, do you think you could meet me at JYP soon?"

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"When?" Melanie asked as she played with her bed sheets believing that he wanted to meet her later in the week or something like that. "Right now." Jaebeom stated as Melanie stopped fingering her blanket as she tried to process the idol's words. "As in right now? But it's late, JB. Why do you wanna meet you at the company, anyways?" She cautiously asked as she rolled onto her stomach and waited for his answer. It was silent for a while and Melanie spoke again. "Hello? JB? You still on the line?" "Yeah, I'm here." Came his response as Melanie waited to see if he was gonna say more. "I just wanted to hang out with you, Chaewon, before our next schedule. I have a few hours to kill and I thought we could spend the early Christmas morning hours together. Do you think you could meet with me?"

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After agreeing to meet with the idols both sisters told each other about what their GOT7 bias had said about hanging out and agreeing to meet the two idols at their building. The duo went to change into warmer clothes for the cold airy night and grabbed their things before heading out. They decided walking to JYPE would help get their blood circulation moving and the fact that it wasn't that far away of a walk. The sisters texted the boys about their whereabouts and found the two already waiting outside for them in their get up. Before the duo could asked about the meeting both Mark and Jaebeom had took the respective sister's hand in theirs and led them in different directions.

Jaebeom had thought on taking Melanie down the Luxury Fashion Street which was only about an hour or so away so that he and Melanie could enjoy the Christmas lights he remembered her mentioning about several days ago. Mark decided to take Serena to the park as he knew that Serena always went there to do her nightly walk and maybe they could watch the night sky as well. To get there though both pairs took the bus in different direction and sat in a silence. Both pairs enjoyed the quiet comfort of each other as well as the night time scenery as it sped on by while still holding hands.

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Once Melanie and Jaebeom had stepped out of the bus and began walking down the empty, but still lit street of Cheongdam Luxury Fashion Street, Melanie couldn't help but noticed all of the high end brand stores. She eyed the idol suspiciosuly. "You're not planning on buying me clothes or things from here when it's day light or something, right?" Jaebeom laughed. "No." He answered as Melanie still questioned him still not assured. "Then why are we here?" "The Christmas lights." "Oh." Melanie actually assessed their surroundings and took in the lights that decorated the dark streets. "It's so pretty." "I know." Jaebeom meant something else though.

The duo continued to stroll the streets as Melanie took pictures of the scenery with her free hand and Jaebeom took notice of it. "Do you wanna take pictures with the lights, Chaewon?" He casually asked as Melanie heard how he said her name for the second time tonight. "Did you just call me without the 'noona' part, again?" "Maybe." Jaebeom mused as Melanie stopped walking causing Jaebeom to stop walking. Melanie let out a slow breath before speaking in a calmer tone as possible despite her heart beating against her chest heavily. "You usually respect the whole age thing, JB. So why are you dropping it all of a sudden?"

"Because I was hoping you'll start calling me Jaebeom only instead of JB, Chaewon." Jaebeom explained while using Melanie's Korean name without the 'noona' part on it again. "Okay, Jaebeom, I can do that, but I still don't get why though to be honest. It doesn't explain on why you wanna drop the honorifics when you're so set on the whole age thing. You won't even let Jackson call you just JB or Jaebeom." "I like you, Chaewon." Jaebeom confessed as Melanie smile not really comprehending at first what he meant by it. "Okay, I like you, too, but h-" She paused as she realized what he had just admitted and needed him to repeat it. "I'm sorry?"

"I like you, Lee Chaewon." Jaebeom confessed for the second time, but frown. "Or should I call you Melanie?" Melanie laughed at his confusion. "You can if you want to." "But I want you to call me Jaebeom. Do you not want me to call you by your real name?" "It's fine, Jaebeom." He still looked unsure, but continued on. "Now you know that I like you, Chaewon, so please don't make me repeat myself." Even though she heard his confession and was just okay a while ago, but now that it set in her mind went totally blank. Jaebeom was growing unsteady upon her continuing silence and he wondered if he had just ruined the good friendship between them.

"Chaewon? Noona? Melanie? Lee Chaewon?" He repeated seveeral times until it snapped Melanie out of her daze and her attention focused on the male before her. "What? I'm sorry, Jaebeom, but I don't believe it." "Ugh, seriously? You're killing me, Chaewon." Jaebeom let out in an exasperated tone, but he held her firmly by the shoulders as he stared into her eyes. "This is the last time that I'm going to repeat this confession to you, Chaewon, but yes, I really do like you. Like a whole lot and for a while now." He confessed for the third or maybe it was the fourth time and Melanie smiled causing the idol to relax as she slowly admitted her own feelings, too.

"I know you're an idol and all and I don't know what you see in me to even like me or whatever, but I like you, too, Im Jaebeom." He grinned as he pulled Melanie in for a hug to which surprised her, but she soon wrapped her arms around him and returned the gesture. "You're such a cutie." She stated with a smile already knowing how he may respond. "I'm not cute. I'm sexy." Jaebeom said as pulled away first but then frown afterwards. "Wait. Um, does this mean that your bias is still Mark hyung though?" "Probably." She shrugged with a teasing smile as he groaned and she laughed at his childish reaction. "Hey, now. The important part is that I actually and really like you, Im Jaebeom. Not your group member, Mark Tuan. That's unnie's job now." She mused.

"Oh right. Jyongri noona's bias is me, right?" He recalled before smiling. "Mark hyung does like her." He then pondered on that and Melanie's previous words and nodded satisfied with whatever he was thinking about while pulling Melanie in for another hug with an even more satisfied grin. "That's true, Chaewon, that you like me out of the other six and your sister can have Mark hyung." "Technically, Jaebeom, I still like the other members, too." Melanie mumbled against his chest as the male pouted with a slight growl. "Why?" "Because GOT7 is still GOT7 so I like every member as I'm still an ahgase, duh." Melanie stated as she moved her head so she could look at him and not at his chest with a smile. "But, JB, I like you the best, Im Jaebeom. The one and only GOT7's leader. Is that good enough?"

"Yes." Jaebeom said as he went in for a kiss and at first it threw Melanie off guard, but she slowly returned the kiss and felt the idol smile against her lips. He pulled away first while cupping her face and rubbing tender circles with his thumbs against her cheekbones. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, Chaewon." She regarded him with a curious look. "And how long have you been wanting to do that, hmm?" "Since you came back from your summer holidays." "Wow, so you were jealous and salty." "I was not." "Whatever you say." Melanie tugged onto Jaebeom's hand so that they could continue their walk down the street again.

"Oh, yeah, here." Jaebeom pulled something from out of his pocket and handed her an envelope. "What's this?" She asked taking the item after putting away her phone and letting go of Jaebeom's hand so she could open it and read it. "A Christmas present." Jaebeom answered with a slow smile. "I thought you confessing your feelings to me was the Christmas gift?" She teased as she happened to pull out a ticket for GOT7's GOT7 Loves IGOT7 3rd Fan Meeting for February on the fifth of next year. She held up the ticket confused. "I'm not part of the fan-club thing though." "I figured, but I wanted you to go." He said in a shy tone. "Will you come?"

"I mean I can, but I don't know how these things work though." Jaebeom took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure you'll be able to figure all of that out, Chaewon, because I don't know either." Melanie laughed as she held his hand tightly. "Yeah, I figured that much, too." She leaned towards him to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks." Jaebeom looked over at her startled. "What was that for?" "My thanks." "Do you think I could get another one? This time on the lips?" He playfully asked her while tapping a finger against his lips. "No." Melanie deadpanned with a smile.

Jaebeom pouted as he remained silent beside Melanie who laughed at his continued childish behavior. She brought out her phone to take more pictures of the night scenery that the Cheongdam Luxury Fashion Street had to offer. Melanie was too distracted that she didn't see Jaebeom eyeing her a few times before he tugged her hand a bit roughly against him which of course caused her to bumped shoulders with him. Before she could ask him why, Jaebeom had told her 'Merry Christmas', before running off with a laugh causing Melanie to yell, 'Merry Christmas', back and that she was going to leave him there. He came running back and took her hand in his again before she could do as she said and continued their walk down the street happily with her beside him.

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When Serena and Mark stepped off the bus Mark happily led Serena towards the park as she wondered why they were here in the first place. "What are we gonna do here at the park, Mark?" Serena asked him as he looked over his shoulder with a grin. "Stuff." "Like what kinda stuff, Mark?" "Lots of stuff, Serena." He told her with a laugh as his head turned to the front of him again as Serena rolled her eyes although a small smile graced her lips. She continued to let the idol lead her with really nothing else to do as she figured the idol wouldn't let her out of his sight. "I swear, if you're pulling a prank on me, Mark, I'm not responsible for what happens next." Serena threatened as Mark laughed while she grumbled at his behavior. "This guy."

"I swear on my life that it's not a prank, Serena." Mark assured as he continued speaking. "Just enjoy the night air with me." "I know a better place that has the same air than here and not so far away from home." Serena mumbled as Mark stopped walking and she ran into his back. "Oof. Sorry, but why did you stop?" He shrugged as the two of them stood in the middle of the park. "Y'know, Mark, I really do love my night time adventure, but it's seriously too damn cold for any of this." After she had said that Serena suddenly felt herself being pressed up against the idol's chest as Mark took her hands in his and then put her hands into his coat pockets before he actually wrapped his arms around her.

"Um, what are you doing?" Serena asked almost in a panicked tone as they stared at one another with the idol smiling at her in the process. "I'm keeping you warm." Serena tried to back away, but Mark kept he in place. "Yeah, but like why?" "You said it was too cold for this." "I-" She opened her mouth to counter, but closed it as she had no response as it was true. Serena suddenly grew shy, cautious, flustered, and totally aware of their close proximity. She tried to back away again, but Mark wouldn't let her as he chuckled as he swayed the both of them under the twilight sky. "Y'know, Serena, you're quite cute when you get flustered by me and wanna run away." "Am not." "Don't lie." "I'm not. This is just awkward and unexpected." She answered, but kept her face away from his view. "Plus you won't let go of me."

A moment later Serena felt Mark stop swaying them and his hands were now cupping her cheeks so she would look at him. She stared, but went blank upon what to do as the two stared into each others' eyes. "I have something to confess to you, Serena." Mark broke the silence first as it snapped Serena back to reality. "Confess what, Mark?" "That I like you." He admitted with a soft gaze, but Serena didn't believe him. "Yeah, right." She laughed it off while placing her hands on top of his to remove it so that she could pull herself away, but Mark held onto her hands instead and still kept her at bay. "I'm being completely honest with you here. I like you, Serena." He actually admitted his feelings properly. "I really like you, like you."

Serena stood there shock by his words as she didn't think that an actual idol would like her back. No less, her sister's bias. Also, this just boggled her mind as she never intended to fall for anyone in her lifetime. Eventually, Mark's confidence seemed to dwindled by Serena's lack of response. "Serena?" He called as she focused her attention back on to the idol coming out from her daze. "Hmm?" "Did you not hear me?" Mark questioned with a soft tone as Serena turned shy while speaking. "I did hear you, but I'm still trying to process if this is really happening. Because to be honest with you, Mark, I can't believe it." A relieved look graced Mark's face as he chuckled before speaking his next words. "Then do you want me to show you another way that this is really happening?" "How?" "Like this."

Before Serena could question the idol about what he meant Mark had leaned in to softly kiss Serena who at first wanted to pull away, but Mark's hand found itself at the back of her head keeping her from doing so. This caused Serena to respond back by returning the same gesture and a few seconds later Mark broke the kiss. He leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm glad you like me back." Mark stated with a tender smile. "I didn't even say that I like you though." Serena answered once she processed the whole thing and deciding to be a tease about it which caused Mark to cast her a look of disbelief. "Why did you kiss me back?" "I got caught up in the moment." Before Mark could respond back, Serena upon impulse leaned in to steal a kiss before running away laughing.

Mark stood there shock for a quick second before he ran after the female who at that moment turned to look over her shoulder and saw that the idol was coming up fast and she panicked. She was about to break into a full on sprint, but Mark caught Serena from behind. "Got you!" She let out a weird squeal as the two tumbled to the ground in a tangled mess. The duo laughed at their situation as they lied on their backs and stared up at the night sky while their laughter die down a moment later. Both Serena and Mark continued to gaze at the sky until Serena broke the silence by confessing her feelings for the idol as well. "I like you, too, Mark."

Mark smiled as he looked over at Serena, then down at his hand to find hers, and he held onto it tightly while returning his eyes back towards the sky with a satisfied grin. "I knew you did." "Maybe I should it back." Serena remarked as she tried to free her hand from him, but Mark held on to it firmly while laughing. "I'm kidding." He pulled something from out of his pocket and waved it in front of her face. "Here." "What's this?" "Open it and you'll find out." "Obviously, Mork Too Anne." "That's not my name, Serena whatever your real last name is." He rolled his eyes and turned to look over at Serena who managed to open the envelope with one hand while speaking. "You don't need to know my real last name, Mork Too Anne."

Mark groaned, but was now curious about her name. "So, why did you go by a Korean name upon living here when you could've gone with your real one?" Serena contemplated if she wanted to explain it or not before answering him. "It was out of necessity. Plus, it was easier to go by a Korean name instead of the hassle of my last name since it's longer than a common Korean surname." "I see. How come yours is different from Melanie's?" "Oh. Mel likes Lee and Lee didn't flow with Jyongri, so I went with Park because it flowed better." The idol was gonna ask further, but Serena stopped him. "Now stop asking me about my name." "Fine." He grumbled as Serena laughed before frowning.

She tried to read the paper that he had just given her a while ago, but couldn't make out anything due to the limited lighting. "Alright, I give up, Mark." Serena said as she put the ticket back inside the envelope and into he pocket. "I can't read it. I'll read it later." Mark laughed while resonding. "I'll just tell you what it's for. It's for GOT7's third fan meeting in February next year on the fifth." "Okay, but why are you giving it to me?" "Because it's my Christmas gift to you and I want you to come." "I thought you liking me was your gift?" "No. The ticket is and I want you to come, Serena." "What if I say no, Mark?" "Then I'll be sad." "But what if I give it to another ahgase who really likes you guys?" "Then I'll still be sad because you still didn't come."

Serena sighed in defeat. "I guess I can go." Serena reluctantly agreed as Mark laughed before reassuring her. "If it makes you feel any better Melanie's gonna go, too." "How?" She turned to face the idol as he grinned widely. "Well, if you and I are like this, then what do you think the other pair are doing right now?" "Seriously?" Honestly, didn't expect it, but it is what it is." "Are you disappointed?" Mark asked with a curious gaze as Serena shook her head with a soft smile. "No." She returned her eyes above to the dark sky as she remembered what today was. "Merry Christmas, Mark." "Merry Christmas to you, too, Serena." Mark returned his attention to the night sky as well as the duo continued to lie happily on the ground still holding hands.

#staytheb #got7 scenarios

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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weed brownies

merry christmas eve to those that celebrate it

warnings: uh race is high, dumbassery

ship: ralbert

editing: no

In the hospital was not how Race imagined spending Christmas Eve. Yet here he was, head lolling uncontrollably to the side as he regained consciousness.

His eyes stung as he peered around the room, trying to tap back into his surroundings. He became distinctly aware that he wasn’t alone as his gaze fell upon a young nurse, dressed in light blue scrubs, standing as the foot of his hospital bed. He was fairly attractive with red hair that curled at the nape of his neck and a strong jawline that seemed to set as he squinted at what Race assumed to be his medical files.

Before he could help himself, Race began laughing, “You’re pretty,” he giggled out.

The nurse looked up at him, eyebrows raising in amusement, “Oh good, you’re awake,” He set down Race’s files and crossed to the side of his bed, holding out a hand, which Race took clumsily, “I’m Dr. Albert, do you know where you are?”

Race nodded, “M’at the hospital.”

“Good okay, do you know why?”

Race scrunched up his nose, thinking for a moment before shaking his head.

“You ate five consecutive weed brownies and passed out,” Albert said, “Your roommate called 911.”

“Spottie?” Race asked, looking around the room for his friend.

“He’s in the waiting room,” Albert supplied.

“Oh,” Race frowned, pausing a moment to smack his lips together a few times. His mouth was very dry, “Am I high?”

Albert bit back a laugh, “Yes, very,” He glanced around, pulling up a chair next to the bed and sitting down, “Pro tip, if you’re gonna do edibles, don’t. You get way too high, way too fast. Stick to blunts or dab pens, ‘cause that way, you’re not tempted to keep eating.”

Race blinked at him, dumbfounded, “Aren’t...aren’t you a nurse? Why are you telling me how to get high?”

Albert opened his mouth to answer, but another voice cut through, “He’s a grade A expert on the art of weed, that’s why,” another nurse entered, “Hey there, I’m Dr. Michael, but Mush is good, too. You’re Antonio I assume?”

“Race,” Race said, pointing at Mush, “I like Race better.”

Albert and Mush exchanged amused glances, “Alright,” Mush said, clapping his hands together, “Race it is. Now, I’m just gonna check your vitals real quick if you’ll give me a moment.”

Race furrowed his brow, scooting away from Mush’s stethoscope, “Why can’t the hot one do it.”

This time, Mush and Albert really did laugh, “Because,” Mush said, matter-of-factly, “I’m his supervisor and technically he’s observing.”

“Oh,” Race shrugged, “Okay, stethoscope me.”

Mush chuckled, shaking his head as he went through Race’s vitals, “Alrighty, despite the fact that you’re high as a kite, you’re all good.”

“Why, uh, why, my good meatball, is Albert a weed expert?” Race asked.

“Did you...call me your good meatball? You know what, nevermind,” Mush waved a hand, before clapping Albert on the back, “Mr. Red here is high quite often-“

“I performed open heart surgery perfectly while high once,” Albert cut in triumphantly.

“It was an appendectomy.”

“Tomato-tomahto.”

“Not really.”

“Anyway,” Albert hit Mush’s shoulder good naturedly, “I also did my interview high and impressed Mush here. He couldn’t even tell.”

“Yeah,” Mush looked sideways at Albert, grinning, “I’m not really sure why he hasn’t been fired yet, but,” he shrugged, “It’s fine.”

“Anyway,” Mush secured the stethoscope back around his neck, “I’ll leave Albert to wrap things up here,” he shook Race’s hand, “Good to meet you, Race.”

He left, squeezing Albert’s shoulder fondly as he did so.

“Alright, so you’re free to go,” Albert said, helping Race out of bed, “Oh, but first,” He made sure Race was standing steadily enough before grabbing a card from his counter, “My number, in case you have any more questions about weed.” he said.

Race blinked, a smirk stretching across his features, “So...strictly business?”

Albert winked, “Strictly business.”

Race eyes widened and he blushed, “Holy shit that was hot.”

“Right back atcha.”

creds to saph for some of that dialogue

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callmetippytumbles · 5 years

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A Happy New Year (Liam x MC)

Tippy’s Note: So listen, it’s been a hot minute since I did a fanfic. Blah, blah, life. Blah, blah, busy. Other stuff. I wanted to get back into the swing of things with something fluffy, sweet and in the spirit of the season. Like the first fanfic, Tipsy Halle had to make an appearance. I hope you guys like it. I may have more stuff cooking for you guys.

Disclaimer: Choices owns this and I do not.

Words Counted: 2,135 Rating: PG Pairing: Liam x MC (Halle), Driara

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Halle and Liam sat in front of one of the large pine trees outside of Applewood Manor. Their large grins trained on the camera in front of them.

“Wishing a Merry Christmas…” Liam started.

“...And Happy Holidays to you and yours.” Halle added, hoping the huskiness to her voice brought warmth and not exhaustion.

“And an extra happy holiday to you.” Liam cooed to the youngest Rhys, two-year-old Asher, Ash for short, who nuzzled against his mother. The young boy smiled and clasped his father’s nose in his gloved hands.

Five-year-olds Kalilah and Zuri sat in front of them and waved to the camera. While Zuri continued to wave, Kalilah reached down into the snow and threw a snowball at her brother and father. Zuri quickly retaliated and soon the peaceful moment descended into chaos. Lilah had Zuri pinned within seconds. Ash patted snow on his sister’s back leaving Halle and Liam to have a battle of their own.

Halle smashed a snowball on her husband’s face.

“Is that how you want to play, my love?”

She didn’t finish her nod before Liam tackled her in the snow.

“Cut,” An exasperated Madeleine shouted behind the camera crew. “So much for a regal but festive address.” She threw her hands up in the air.

Halle pulled Lilah off of her brother while Liam held Ash. They walked over to where Madeleine was with the camera crew.

“Think we have it now?”

“No, Your Majesty, we do not. We should do one more take.”

Zuri groaned.

Halle looked down at her children. Lilah looked about ready to cry. Zuri had his arms across his chest. They were more than done. Ash was also over it, getting antsy in his father’s arms.

“I don’t think the twins have another take in them and Ash is about ready for a nap.”

“I still think…”

“Maybe the snow fight is a good thing,” St. James interjected. “It makes them seem down to earth.”

“They are not down to earth, they are the Royal Family of Cordonia. This isn’t some cutesy e-card we are making for Grandma.”

Ash became even fussier, fighting his father’s embrace, his small limbs flailing in every direction. “I say that we go with this one. With the snowball fight.” Liam giving his final word while trying to calm the toddler.

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Madeleine says with a fake grin, though the tightness in her jaw said otherwise. She walked away with a determined stride, calling over her shoulder as she went. “Make sure that the footage gets to the editor ASAP. I want this on every television station by primetime and on Instagram before tea-time.”

“I am already on it.” St. James hollered back.

Now Drake was playing the clip of Liam getting smashed with a snowball on his phone during New Years Eve gathering that Halle and Liam were hosting at the Valtoria Estate.

“You don’t get to see that every day,” Drake pointed out. “The Sovereign Ruler of Cordonia getting pummelled with snow.”

“I seem to recall you being buried in snow by your wife and son on Instagram. I think it even had the caption hashtag ‘snow daddy’” Liam countered.

“But I am not the king.”

“Dieu merci pour ça,” Kiara said as she joined the two men. “The last thing we need is a grumpy monarch who would spend an alarming amount of the GDP on whiskey.”

“I am not a grump.”

His best friend raised his eyebrow and his wife side-eyed him.

“I am not!” Drake defended. “I like fun. Woo. Fun. Good times for all.”

“But you are my dear, and I love you anyway,” Kiara added with a kiss on Drake’s cheek.

“You’ve got to now. You’re stuck with me.” Drake kissed her on the lips.

“Guess I am... Snow Daddy.”

“Truer words have never been spoken.”

Zuri ran up to his father, his footie pajamas slipping on the hardwood floors. “Can we do sock slides with Uncle Maxwell?”

Henri, Drake and Kiara’s son followed closely behind. “Yeah, can we?”

“What did your mother say?”

“Ask your father.”

“Did she now? Well, I guess I do not see the immediate harm in this.” Liam reasoned.

“They would be with an adult,” Kiara added.

“You are calling Maxwell an adult?”

Henri held onto his father’s leg. Drake saw his own eyes peer back at him as he pouted his mother’s lips.

“Please,” the child begged with a lip quiver.

Drake sighed, “Fine.”

“Yes!” Henri cheered, his pout vanishing.

“Sock slide contest with Uncle Maxwell!”

“He has all the best tricks.”

Henri and Zuri ran off in search of their fun uncle, leaving the adults to themselves.

A waiter walked by with a tray of drinks. Liam and Drake picked up tumblers of scotch while Kiara’s had non-alcoholic Lythikos eggnog. She and Drake were expecting their second child, so that meant no wine for her. This led to a discussion about adjusting from one child to two. Liam did not have much to offer in that discussion since he and Halle went from zero to two in one go.

Halle had Ash for most of the night. He didn’t do well with spending long periods of time with the nanny or with lots of new people in the house. With all of the strangers in the house, Ash was especially clingy. Any time she would put the child down to have him play with the other children, he would throw a tantrum that could only be calmed by a mother’s love. Eventually, the stimulation became too much and Ash tired himself out. Now Halle was free to actually enjoy the party that she planned.

Heading towards the great hall where everyone was, she was intercepted by Bastien.

“Your Majesty, we have a situation in the kitchen.”

“Liam!”

Bastien held his hands up. “No-no, it’s not your husband, it’s your son.”

“What happened.”

“We can walk and talk.”

Halle entered her kitchen to find Zuri and Henri passed out by an half-eaten chocolate cake.

“Zuri!”

“Mamma?” The boy sleepily responded.

“How did you get here?”

“Well we were feeling sleepy and Uncle Maxwell said that if we eat a lot of sugar we can stay awake until midnight.”

“Like the grown-ups,” Henri added.

“Well, how grown up do the two of you feel?”

Zuri groaned, “Well being a grown-up means being tired.”

“My tummy hurts.”

“I bet it does.”

Halle wiped the chocolate frosting smeared on the boys' faces, then put the chocolate cake in the fridge. While wiping down the counter, she saw a sight that made her stop in her tracks. Her eyes scanned the liquor cabinet and landed on a full bottle of her favorite, Hennessy Pure White. Halle smiled. I am gonna make my way back to you, beloved, she thought to herself.

Halle motioned for Bastien to grab Henri while she grabbed Zuri. In Zuri’s room, she changed both of them out of their cake soiled pajamas and into clean ones and put them to bed. She sent Kiara a text letting her know where her son was. As soon as both boys were sound asleep in their beds, Halle beelined back to the kitchen. Once there, she found the Hennessy Pure White that was flirting with her earlier.

“Come to Mama!”

Halle made herself a quick, but potent island punch and rejoined the party upstairs, drink in hand.

Later on that night a little closer to midnight, Liam was looking for his wife to have a moment alone but had not seen her since she made him hold Asher for a quick bathroom break. There was a tug on his pant leg. He looked down to see Lilah trying to get his attention.

“Ready for bed?” He asked picking her up.

She slowly shook her head. “No. I will make it to midnight like the grown-ups.”

“You do not have to. If you feel tired, I can tuck you in. I am sure Zuri is already asleep.”

“I’m okay, papa,” she said before stifling a yawn.

“Let’s go find mamma though.”

“Mamma is over there.”

The room fell quiet as Liam turned his head. Hana was in front of the baby grand piano while Halle laid atop it. Halle perked up when Hana started to play the opening bars to a song. Liam was familiar with the melody, but couldn’t grasp the words or the name. Then he heard it.

“I believe the children are our future…”

Lilah buried her head in the crook of her father’s neck.

“No, mama, no,” she whined covering her ears.

“Teach them well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess insiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide.”

Hana giggled as Halle drew out that last note but continued her flawless playing.

“Give them a sense of pride….”

“You have lost all of yours, Halle,” Drake mumbled to himself. “Question is which bottle of Hennessey took it.”

Kiara smacked her husband hard on the chest. He responded with a shrug and finished off the finger of scotch in his glass. Liam moved towards the front of the room holding their daughter, not only to get a better view of the show but to be ready to intervene if things went downhill.

Halle slid off the piano and approached her husband and daughter, continuing to sing.

“Let the children's laaaaaaaaughter remind us how we used to beeeeeeee.”

She booped Lilah on the nose. Lilah snuggled into her father more.

“Every–”

“Everybody's searching for a hero,” Maxwell sang joining the Queen.

Halle strode to his side and whispered, My time to shine.

Maxwell whispered back, Sharing is caring.

“People need someone to look up to, I never found anyone who fulfilled my neeeeeeeeeds,” He continued. “A lonely place to be, and so I learned to depend on meeee.”

Not being one to be outdone or overtaken, Halle cut back in, raising her voice. “I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows.”

Maxwell roared back, “If I fail, if I succeeeeeeeeed, at least I'll live as I believeeeee.”

“No matter what they take from me, they can't take away my dignityyyyyyy!” Halle sang back, dramatically pointing to her chest.

“The greaaaaaaaatesssssst love of allllllllll–” Maxwell sang.

Halle turned to face him, “Is happening to meeeee!”

Maxwell stepped closer, “I found the greatest love of all, inside of me”

“THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL–”

“IS EASY TO ACHIEVE!”

They both stopped for a moment. Hana stopped playing once she saw that they went silent. They stared at each other. Maxwell was red in the face. Halle had developed some sweat along her hairline. When the moment could not get any tenser, they broke down and started laughing.

“Learning to love yourself,” they sang in unison, “it is the greatest love of all.”

Everyone in the room applauded the impromptu performance.

Maxwell and Halle embraced. Halle held him close and whispered, we will talk about you leaving my son alone with a sheet cake later. Maxwell gulped and smiled nervously while everyone applauded. Hana stood from behind the piano and joined the two of them. They linked hands and took a final bow.

Halle joined Liam and Lilah. She gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead as she continued to rest on her father’s shoulder.

“You wanted to drop the mic and say ‘Sexual Chocolate’ so bad, didn’t you?” Liam whispered.

She let out a disappointed sigh, “No need to rub it in.” He rubbed her back soothing her mild disappointment.

“Oh my God! It’s almost midnight!” Savannah shouted from across the room.

Everyone counted down the final moments of the year. When the clock struck midnight, the first minute of the new year was filled with the sound of applause, champagne poppers, party horns. Couples kissed. Bottles of champagne were opened with loud pops and served to everyone.

Lilah perked up a little during the commotion but quickly returned to sleeping on Liam’s shoulder. He and Halle brought her to bed before returning to their guests.

The party went on for a little while longer after that and when it was finally over, Liam and Halle were finally alone in the Royal Chambers. They were in their bed, still awake, despite the long party. Liam pressed his forehead against Halle’s.

“Happy new year, my love.”

“Happy new year, my king.”

His hand cupped her face as he dipped down to kiss her. She pressed herself closer to him returning it.

“We didn’t sneak off during this party to have any time to ourselves,” Halle commented.

“We are alone now.”

“We are.”

Liam yawned, “Want to raincheck in the morning.”

Halle nodded, “Yeah.”

With that, they began the new year the way they planned to spend the rest of their lives, together, in each other’s arms.

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impala-dreamer · 6 years

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Christmas by Dashboard Light

SPN FanFic

~Stranded by the side of the road, Dean and Y/N still find a way to enjoy Christmas Eve~

Dean x Reader, mentions of others

1,266 Words

Warnings: Please be warned that this is nothing but Fluffiness that ends with implications of future Sexy Times.

A/N: This was a ‘drabble’ for my Give ‘Em a Merry Christmas List, that just kept going… anyway, I think it’s adorable, and I hope you enjoy it.

Feedback is GOLD ~ My Masterlist ~ Christmas 2017 Fic Corral

A loud pop sounded from the rear of the car, and Dean lifted his foot from the gas as the Impala began to shimmy on the icy road.

“Son of a bitch.” His mumbled curse was low, but loud enough to pull Y/N from her dream.

She sucked in a deep breath and cringed as her temple slammed against the window, knocking her fully awake.

“I’m up! I’m up!” She exclaimed, startled by the shaking of the car beneath her. She blinked into the darkness and saw Dean’s annoyed expression. “Something wrong?”

“Blew a tire,” he said plainly and pulled off the empty road onto a patch of dying grass.

“Well, shit.” Y/N sat up and rubbed a grain of sleep from the corner of her eye. “Where are we?”

“Still about an hour from home.”

Y/N yawned and stretched her arms in front of her. “We have a spare, right?”

Dean threw the gear into park and tipped his head her way, offering an overly dramatic “who do you think you’re talking to?” face.

Y/N threw her hands up in silent surrender and gave him an apologetic smile. With a wink, Dean opened his door and stepped out into the brisk night.

“Back in a jiff.”

The jiff turned into more than two shakes of a lamb’s tail, and from there became a small eternity. Finally, Y/N rolled down her window to see what was up.

“You OK?”

Dean lifted his head from the trunk. “Uh…”

“What?”

Slowly, Dean made his way up to the front of the car. He set his hands on the cold metal surrounding her open window and leaned down to meet Y/N’s eye. “Problem,” he said.

Y/N lifted a single, curious eyebrow. “You don’t have a spare?”

“Oh, no…” Dean laughed and then set his face into a serious frown. “We just don’t have two,” he sighed.

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “What? We blew two tires? At the same time?”

Dean nodded. “Yep.”

“How’s that even possible?”

Dean bit his bottom lip in thought and then shrugged. “It’s a Christmas Miracle.”

Of course Sam was out of town. He had gone up to visit Jody for a few days, due back the next morning hopefully bringing some Homemade Mills Christmas Dinner with him. Dean and Y/N had been invited too, but opted to stay behind for some quiet time alone.

As they by the side of the road on Christmas Eve waiting for a tow truck that wasn’t likely to show, they were both beginning to regret their decision.

“I bet she made pie,” Dean said wistfully as he stared out his window.

“Mashed potatoes,” Y/N whispered, not really in reply.

“Hmm?” Dean cocked his head in her direction.

Y/N let out a sad, dreamy sigh. “All I want for Christmas is real, homemade, mashed potatoes from scratch. I betcha Jody makes them with real cream.”

Dean sniggered, rubbing his index finger across his upper lip as he watched Y/N’s mouth water. “Is that really all you want for Christmas?”

Y/N nodded, and then turned her eyes to see the twinkle in his. Dean leaned over slowly, his lips curled in a smile, his left hand reaching towards her.

“Uh…whatcha doing?”

Dean licked his lips and smirked, still on approach. “I’m gonna give you your present.”

“Dude…” Y/N held up a hand in defense as she backed away into the corner by her door. “I’m not having sex with you right now. It’s freezing.”

Dean laughed so hard and unexpectedly, the car shook and his hand fell to her thigh. “No,” he shook his head. “I meant your actual gift.”

“Phew!”

Dean rolled his eyes as he popped open the glove box and pulled out a small, wrinkled green gift bag.

“Wow, it’s wrapped and everything,” Y/N commented with a laugh as Dean dropped the gift in her lap.

“Only the best for my girl.” He sat back, turning into the corner and tossing his right leg up onto the seat so he could face her.

Y/N smiled down at the present, running her fingers over the shiny bag. “I uh, I got you something too, but it’s kinda silly. And not really wrapped.”

Dean smiled kindly and stretched his arm over the back of the seat. “It’s OK, Y/N/N. This isn’t exactly gold,” he said, nodding at the gift.

With a shrug, Y/N pulled out a brown shopping bag from the backpack at her feet and handed it over. “Merry Christmas, Dean. You go first,” she said, hiding her face between her hands.

Dean laughed at her shyness and opened the bag. It rattled a bit and his eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What the heck?” Dean reached in and pulled out two industrial sized bottles of pills, and a fork. His laugh was adorable although slightly confused. “Thank you?”

Y/N leaned over and pointed at each item as she explained her choices. “Excedrin for the hangovers and Aleve for the backaches.”

“I don’t get backaches,” he scoffed.

“Yeah, OK, Grandpa. And that’s not your shoulder cracking every morning as you roll out of bed. Gotcha.”

“OK, OK, thank you,” he chuckled. “What’s with the fork?” He picked it up carefully, as if it might explode on contact.

Y/N took it from him and held it between both hands. “Watch.” Slowly, she pulled at both ends, and a long arm extended from the middle until the simple fork had lengthened by at least two feet. “Tada! Now you can steal my fries from anywhere.”

Dean’s mouth and eyes were wide with delight, and he snatched the magical utensil from her fingers, looking it over with joy evident on his freckled face. “This is… wow. Awesome.”

“Thought you’d enjoy that.”

“Now open yours,” he said, closing the fork and putting his gifts back into the bag.

Y/N carefully opened her present and let out an delighted gasp. “Fuzzy socks!”

“Purple fuzzy socks,” Dean corrected. “I know you get cold at night, so I thought…and you secretly love purple so…” His hand rubbed against the back of his neck as his cheeks blushed in slight embarrassment.

“They’re perfect, Dean. I love them.”

He looked up and smiled proudly. “Oh, and none of those grip things on the bottom. I know you like to slide down the hall Risky Business style.”

“Dean…” Her voice dropped from excited to serious, catching him off guard.

“What?”

Y/N let the socks fall down into the footwell as she leaned over, quickly closing the space between them to thank him properly. Dean’s hand slid up her back as they kissed in the dark, his fingers tangling gently in her hair.

When she let him go, they were both breathless and warm. She sat back on her knees and ran her hand slowly down his flannel covered chest. With her lip between her teeth and her eyes full of lust, Y/N let her fingers travel down to the buckle of his belt.

“I thought you weren’t gonna have sex with me,” he said with a smirk as her fingers toyed with the leather strap. “It’s freezing,” he mocked.

A smile curled her lip, and Y/N popped the brass button on his jeans. “I think maybe I can warm us both up.”

Dean swallowed hard, feeling the zipper slide down over him. “Oh, I’m feeling pretty warm already.”

Y/N kissed him once more as her hand slipped into his jeans. “Oh, just…wait.”

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caiotlyn · 6 years

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Home for the Holidays

Title: Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 1462

Warnings: mentions of parental death, slight angst

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, my lovely readers! Here’s a fluffy little Christmas fic for y’all. Hope you’re all having a wonderful holiday, and if not, feel free to message me or send me an ask and we can hang out! :D

This fic takes place pre-season one, so Sam‘s just left for college, and Dean’s on his own.

Also, this is my first time using a tag list, so I’m sorry if I tagged you on something you didn’t want to read or if you just didn’t want to be tagged in general. Just send a me a message and let me know you want off!

Feel free to check out the rest of my masterlist!!

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The dingy bar smelled strongly of smoke and alcohol, but Dean needed a drink, and that was all he could focus on.

He huffed as he sat on the barstool and gruffly asked for a beer. The bartender gave Dean his drink and hurried off to help the next customer. Dean took a swig from the bottle, not really caring that the drink tasted funny.

He had been somewhat emotionless these past few days; for once he’d be spending Christmas alone. Sure, he never celebrated much when Sam and their dad were around, but at least he wasn’t holed up in some random flyover state getting drunk off bottom shelf liquor.

“Is that Dean Winchester I see sitting alone on Christmas Eve?”

Dean spun quickly, recognizing the person’s voice almost immediately.

“Y/N?” The girl jokingly curtsied, and the two laughed. “You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Dean hopped off the barstool to pick the girl up and spin her around. “How long has it been? Three years?”

“I think we’re coming up on four now, but who’s counting?” Goodness, that smile on her still seemed to melt Dean’s heart, even after all these years. “What’ve you been up to? Where’s your old man?”

“He’s, ah, occupied at the moment. I actually don’t know where he is right now. I split off from ‘im a while ago.”

“Oh… well that’s too bad. Last time I saw John he got so drunk that he started telling me stories about your toddler days,” Y/N said with a chuckle.

Dean jabbed a finger at her chest playfully. “I’ll have you know that I was an adorable child.”

“You keep sayin’ it, and I just might believe it.”

“So,” Y/N started as she took a seat at the bar, Dean joining her. “What’re you doing in a crappy bar on Christmas Eve, anyway?

"Sam’s in California, Dad’s who knows where, and I’m here–not much to it.”

"Well, if you’re up for it, I’m getting some friends together, and we’re gonna be celebrating the holidays up at our cabin. Why don’t you join us?” Y/N smiled warmly. “It’d be a great time to catch up. From what I’ve heard, you and your dad have been all over the place.”

Dean didn’t have to think twice about his answer. “I’d love to.”

~~~

Y/N’s cabin wasn’t anything special. It was a typical log cabin in the woods. Snow covered the entire property, and white string lights trimmed the roof. Frost covered the windows, but Dean could see the warm glow of light and the numerous silhouettes of the people inside.

Immediately entering the cabin, the smell of apple pie and honey-glazed ham hit Dean’s nose. His eyes drifted to the living room where a group of people were talking over beer, and a fireplace crackled in the corner.

Dean felt a bit out of place–like he was intruding on an exclusive family event.

Y/N seemed to notice Dean’s uneasiness and took his elbow and led him to the kitchen.

There, a woman with long, braided hair and a puffer vest was taking a pie out of the oven while a bald man with a lumberjack-esque beard was chopping carrots.

“Rebecca, Quentin!” Y/N called, holding her arms out for a hug.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you, doll,” Rebecca said as she returned Y/N’s embrace.

“How’s it going, Y/N/N?” Quentin asked.

“I mean, you haven’t managed to burn down the cabin yet, so I’d say pretty good.”

Quentin threw a piece of carrot in her direction and mumbled a “shut up.”

“Guys, this is my friend, Dean.”

Rebecca and Quentin both said a cheery “hi,” and Dean was put a bit at ease. Y/N excused herself and Dean from the kitchen, eager to show him around.

“Come with me for a second,” Y/N said.

She led Dean down the hall past the living room and into a bedroom, closing the door softly behind them. Dean looked around the room, taking in all of the details with interest. He assumed this was Y/N’s room based on the photo garland above the bed. One specific photo caught Dean’s eye. It was a polaroid photo that Y/N had taken of the two of them the last Christmas they saw each other.

Dean gifted Y/N an instant camera that Christmas, and she couldn’t stop taking photos all day; Dean had to stop her so she wouldn’t run out of film too quickly.

This photo in particular was taken by Sam. It was the Christmas before he left for college. Y/N and Dean were both sat on the floor in front of their puny little tree. They were wearing matching Christmas sweaters that Sam had gotten them and had their arms around each other, laughing with wide grins and rosy cheeks.

Dean remembered loathing the holidays, but as soon as Y/N showed up, everything was instantly better.

Dean’s mind then drifted to the years when Y/N first came into his life. They were both tweens who were cooped up at Bobby’s at the same, and they’d been almost inseparable. John finally picked Dean and Sam up after a few months on his own, but by then Y/N was already long gone, out on the road with her own father.

They ran into each other a few years later, both seventeen and getting ready to start their adult lives. They were both at Bobby’s again, this time for completely different reasons. Y/N’s father had died while hunting a djinn, and Dean was just stopping by for supplies. He saw her huddled in the corner of one of the guest bedrooms, and his heart nearly broke. She wasn’t crying or anything–her face wasn’t even red.

She just looked numb. Empty. Broken.

Dean knew because she looked the exact same way he did when Mary died.

He slowly entered the room, and as soon as he sat on the bed, Y/N wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his chest. They spent the night in each other’s arms, and Bobby didn’t seem to mind one bit.

After that night, Dean promised himself that he would never see Y/N like that ever again.

The Christmas that was captured in the photo was the first one where Y/N was actually herself.

Now here they were: celebrating the holidays together in a cozy cabin and finally catching up after so many years.

Y/N laid down on one side of the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Don’t be shy, Winchester. We’ve done this before.”

Dean slowly climbed in next to her, and she snuggled into his side. They laid there for a few minutes without talking, simply enjoying the other’s closeness.

“Uh, not that I really mind, but why’d you bring me in here?” Dean asked, breaking the silence.

Y/N sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Just wanted to be near you is all.”

“You’ve still got feelings for me, don’t ya, Y/N/N,” Dean teased.

“Shut up,” Y/N replied, shoving his shoulder.

“So what if I did,” Y/N said after a few minutes.

Dean leaned his head back to look at her face and found that she was completely serious. His heart did a flip, and a wide smile broke out of his face. “Well I’d say that I still have feelings for you, too.”

Y/N peered up at him and smiled. Without thinking, Dean leaned in and kissed her, cupping her face with one hand. For a moment she didn’t respond, and Dean was getting ready to pull away when she winded her fingers in his hair. The beer on his tongue mingled with her peppermint chapstick. A feeling of warmth bubbled up in Dean’s chest, his sense of longing now fulfilled. He and Y/N fit together seamlessly, like the kiss was meant to be.

A soft knock at the door abruptly ended the moment.

“Food’s ready!” the voice on the other side called.

“Be there in a second!” Y/N replied.

She turned back to Dean and groaned into his chest, and he chuckled at her annoyance.

“C'mon,” he said. “Let’s go get some of that delicious pie.”

“You and your freaking pie.”

The atmosphere in the main part of the cabin was one of comfort and happiness. The food was great, and the people were more than eager to welcome Dean into their little family.

Although he barely knew anyone, he had Y/N by his side, and that was good enough.

Dean might not be seeing his family for quite some time, but with Y/N, it was like he was already home.

~~~

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MISO SENPAI. MISO SENPAI. MIIIIISOOOOO SENPAI!!!!! ( ˘ ³˘)❤ THIS IS NOT WHO YOU THINK IT IS. OKAY, THAT'S A FUCKING LIE. IT'S WHO YOU THINK IT IS. I SAW THAT CHRISTMAS OTP PROMPT THINGY, AND LIKE - I'D LOVE TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH OISUGA. 👀 PLEASE, AND SANK YOU.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Gosh, senpai, who are you calling senpai?! Clearly, I am the kouhai between the two of us. 😘 I am SHO SHO SHO SHO SHOOOO HAPPY that you have come to my ask again. ;AAAAA; It has been so long. I know I’ve been gone from tumblr for more than a few months, been back for like two, but only now do I truly feel like I’m back in tumblr. Now that you have returned to my inbox. 😍 You know how it is. I am only truly home with you. (/o\)

ANYWAY (/o\) IM SUPER HAPPY YOU SENT THESE TWO. ;AAAAA; I’ve missed them dearly!!!! Let’s see what I can come up with, hmm?

Christmas OTP Questions: oisuga

Who wakes the other up excitedly on Christmas morning? Which one begs for five more minutes of sleep? I imagine they’re both the types to sleep in, cuddling each other because of how cold it is. (That year, Oikawa’s heater is broken again? But the following year, Suga should have successfully convinced Oikawa to move in with him. (/o\)) They both sleep in, but when Oikawa opens his eyes and realizes it’s Christmas, he’d immediately perk up and start pestering Suga. “Kou-chan, Kou-chan, it’s Christmas. KOU-CHAN WAKE UP IT’S CHRISTMAS.” Suga would smack him in the face and demand more sleep. LOLOne Christmas, Oikawa wakes up to the smell of something sweet in the air. Turns out Suga-chan surprised him and baked their Christmas cake that year!!! Super cute and sweet. 😍

Which one hangs the mistletoe? Oikawa. Rather than hanging it around his place, because he knows Suga would avoid stepping through them on purpose, he keeps one in his pocket and lifts it up over him and his boyfriend so he can kiss him. XD One time, Suga hangs a mistle toe over Oikawa’s bedroom, which he takes weeks to notice??? Oikawa is a silly fool. Suga makes fun of him, then makes out with him under the mistletoe, and then guides his boyfriend to bed. (/o\)

Which one cooks? Do they cook together? Do they go out to eat? The first Christmas they spent together, to add to the chicken + cake combo that they get from the store, Suga made some nabe, and doesn’t realize immediately that it’s one of the first meals Oikawa doesn’t yap on about having nabe with “Iwa-chan” years before. HAPPY VIBES. \0/When they start working, it’s Oikawa that treats Suga to some fancy chocolate Christmas cake that he had to be in line for a little over an hour to get. (He took time off work just for that!!!) It’s the year Suga realizes how big a space he occupies in Oikawa’s heart, and just falls deeper. (/o\)

Which one can’t sleep the night before? It’s not that they can’t sleep, but they stay out as late as they can on the 24th, walking through various illuminations set up across the city. Tokyo is really grand about illuminations, 20x 30x more so than Sendai. It’s amazing how the city just– shines. They once stayed for an hour staring at the moving illuminations at Roppongi, sipping on their limited edition Christmas-themed coffee.

Which one dresses like they’re straight out of a Christmas movie? I’d say none of them. They’re not too hyped up about the holiday for that. XD

Which one sings Christmas carols loudly and off-key at random times? SUGA. Which surprises Oikawa because he normally has such a lovely singing voice, but for Christmas carols he’s just– He can’t sing them. He just cannot. Oikawa makes fun of him and, of course, gets punched on the arm by Suga for it. No dinner for him that night? But ofc he doesn’t learn his lesson and keeps teasing Suga anyway. XD

Which one tears open their packages? Which one slowly, methodically unwraps every single one? Suga methodically unwraps his presents, up to a certain point. Like, when he gets through 75% he just goes ‘OH WHATEVER’ and tears it apart. Oikawa tears his presents from the start.

Who opens their biggest gift first? Who opens their smallest gift first? Suga opens his presents according to how important to him the giver is. He starts from general gifts he gets from classmates and such. Then his ex-clubmates’. Daichi’s. Saves Oikawa’s for last.Oikawa starts from the biggest gift, and kind of gets too distracted about the amazingness of such big gifts that Suga has to remind him there are other presents to open.“Hey, Tooru, remember there’re more here.”“Yes, but LOOK at this sweater, Kou-chan. You think it fits me?”“-roll eye- You look great. Now, here. I think this one’s from your mom?”“KOU-CHAN, I wore it. Tell me I’m handsome.”“(blankly) Wow, you’re handsome now open this one.”“Let me get my camera.”“TOORU.”Which is why Suga doesn’t bring out his gift until everything else has been opened, else Oikawa may just forget about it. XD

Which one makes the sappy Christmas speech? Rather than a speech, it’s just a moment they look at each other, no words needed. One emotional “Merry Christmas.”

Which one’s family do they spend Christmas Day with? Does the whole family get together, or is it just your OTP, and any kids they have? They rarely ever go back to Sendai on Christmas, since spending it just the two of them is enough. When they do, they spend the Eve at Suga’s and Christmas day at Oikawa’s. Suga gets so flustered when Oikawa’s mom keeps commenting that he’s so pretty. But when Oikawa’s all “Ikr, mom? I’ve got such a good eye.” Oikawa gets kicked in the shin when no one’s looking.Also, they each totally make sure they do it in each other’s beds. Burning away the bed’s memories of past lovers, maybe? :P (YAY ANGST but not so angst)

Which one buys a gift for their pet? They have a pet fish once, which Oikawa gets so attached to, and regularly feeds. When it dies, he was inconsolable.

Who dreams of a white Christmas? Suga. He’s used to it snowing in Sendai, and gets disappointed it didn’t snow the first year he was in Tokyo. He hopes and hopes and hopes to spend Christmas in the snow with Oikawa, but it just hasn’t happened yet.

Which one munches on candy until lunch time? I’d say both of them. Oikawa starts, and Suga has to tell him to stop eating because he’ll lose his appetite. In the end, he joins in and they have a fun time eating sweets.

Which one goes to bed first that day? Which one stays up, being nostalgic? Suga sleeps first, tried from all the activities of the day, and Oikawa watches him sleep, thinking about how lucky he’d been to find someone who sticks with him no matter how annoying he gets.

Which one is ready to start de-decorating on the 26th? Which one wants to keep stuff up until after January? Well, it’s typical in Japan to take down Christmas decors by the 26th to start preparing for the new year, which is the grander holiday for them. They don’t have much decor up in the first place, but it’s Oikawa that complains and says, “Let’s just take them down next year” bec he’s too lazy. XD Poor Suga will have to trick him into helping him take down and keep their decors.

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