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imagine-that · 4 months

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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause

One-shot #57 - Christmas cheer edition

Summary: Loki does absolutely everything to please you and your daughter. But is he willing to be holly and jolly?

Pairing: Loki Friggason x female!mom!reader

Warnings: obviously it is a Christmas themed read so if you are not interested in that, this piece is not for you. It also has mentions of children so if that is a sensitive topic, please be warned

A/N: HIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!! Long time no see!!!!! I’m very excited to be able to post this as I have not had inspiration to write again in such a long time. This is a favourite fic of mine and it only took 2 nights to write!!! As mentioned, it includes you, but also your daughter! In this fic there is no (your daughters name), the daughter is named Frigga (😇🥺). I just hope you enjoy it, and happy holidays!!!!!

"Love... this is ridiculous." Your husband says, staring down the red garments in his hands, holding it so far away from himself that it looks as though it had personally slapped him or something.

"Darling, you know Frigga asked for it. And did you see the look on her sweet little face when she did? She BEGGED to stay up late enough to catch him in the act Loki dearest. Aren't you happy she's picked up your knack for mischief?" You reply, imitating the look your daughter had in her eyes as she announced her goals for the night.

He groans, shoving his face into the Santa suit you had selected off Amazon.

"Why could we not have asked Thor to do this? He is a big oaf, just like this Santa Clause you mortals love so much. it would perfectly fit his loud and obnoxious tendencies." He offers, waggling his eyebrows to emphasize how much he likes that idea.

You stifle a giggle, putting down the stockings you were about to carefully hang 'by the chimney with care'.

"THAT, my dear husband, is because you would have thrown a fit if she dared to be more excited by her uncle than you." You argue, waggling your eyebrows right back at him, earning a sigh of dramatic despair.

Being a huge holiday fanatic, you were more than thrilled when Loki began very actively joining in on your Christmas festivities over the years, but especially once your daughter had arrived four years ago. She was his little princess, and whatever she liked, he liked.

Which of course, automatically meant that when she begged and begged to see Santa Clause do his job, your loving husband and her devoted father could never say no to such a request.

"You promised your princess a Santa Clause viewing love. Are you really going to let her down, or hand the task off to Thor like its a chore?" You joke, clutching your imaginary pearls at the idea.

He puts the Santa suit off to the side, giving you a devilish smile before tackling you into the bed, erupting you into a fit of giggles again.

"That, my loving wife, is never going to happen and you know it, do you not my little dove?" He growls lightly in your ear, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

You wrestle around, trying to release yourself from the gods hold, failing to do anything more than laugh.

"Alright, alright, I know you wouldn't dare. Please release me." You ask extra sweetly. He ponders for a moment, tilting his head every which way, earning an eyeroll from you. Finally, he gently lets you go, his fingertips coolly travelling down your hips before pulling away.

With a sound of annoyance and a look you only get when he is "forced" to watch any of the reality tv shows he so often pretends to loath, he stands and starts to unbutton his crisp white shirt, immediately starting to change into the soft red suit. You stare up as he puts on the padding to make him appear holly and jolly, your eyes filling with more admiration than ever before.

As Loki uses his magic to fake a head of silver hair and a bushy beard, you clap your hands together with glee.

"Honey she is going to adore this! And she will have no idea that it's her daddy all along." You squeal, already picturing the look of excitement you knew would be all over your daughters face once she thinks she's caught Santa Clause.

He grins just as big, the beard just barely hiding it. "Well, then this ridiculous look must have some real worth." He announces, pulling on the hat and letting out a loud "Ho Ho Ho" you never thought you'd hear from your husbands mouth.

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"Frigga" You hum, just barely shaking your daughter awake. Her hair, a curly jet black replica to her fathers, is wrapped in two braids, hanging above her head like an angelic halo perfectly fitting of her features.

"baby girl." You try gently, brushing stray hairs behind her ear. She lets out a groan of protest, rolling over to her side. You sigh, caving to your own mischievous side and yanking the blankets off of her legs.

"Momma." She whines, looking back over to you with a dark glare.

"I'm sorry I woke you up like this sweetheart but there's something downstairs you just have to see!" You whisper excitedly, stroking her back until her scowl dissipates to a look of curiosity.

The small child carefully sits up, grabbing out to hold your hand as she gets out of the bed.

"Is it christmas morning momma?" She asks sweetly, her eyes lighting up happily.

You chuckle before replying, pulling her up into your arms. "No not yet my girl, but it is still very exciting. Lets go see." You say, kissing her lightly on the forehead as you move out of the room.

"Where's daddy? He can't miss the excitement!" Frigga declares, making you laugh even louder.

"Papa went to uncle Thor's to bring their christmas gifts from us. That way we can all open them together tomorrow afternoon darling." You explain, her lips going to an o shape as she nods in understanding.

Together the two of you walk quietly down the stairs, into the hallway. You carefully stop at the bottom, poking your head around the corner to see a bored looking red covered figure by the fireplace. You give him a look, letting him know to jolly up.

"Now Frigga, you said you wanted to catch Santa delivering this year yes?" You whisper, glancing at her as she nods frantically. "Well in order to see him, we have to be super duper quiet and only watch ok? We don't want Santa to get scared and leave with all of our gifts." You instruct, and she agrees excitedly, putting a chubby finger to her lips.

You place her down on the floor, creeping around the corner just enough to see the tree and sitting on the floor, legs crossed. Gently you pull your daughter down with you, cradling her in your arms.

She watches in awe as the fireplace quickly sheds ash, a chubby figure appearing at the bottom. He crosses the room to where she left a plate of perfectly iced cookies the two of you had made the morning prior, gulping down all of the milk and letting out the ho ho ho you now knew he could.

"I can't believe papa is missing this." She murmurs, more to herself than to you. You stifle a giggle as santa-husband pulls all of the delicately wrapped gifts he had almost ruined before you stepped in out of the Santa bag on his back.

Your daughter is practically bouncing out of your lap, her excitement hardly contained. Your husband turns his head ever so slightly, only in real view to you, and sends a wink your way, making you wonder how you ever got so lucky. He fills every stocking, shovels down all of the cookies and leaves the sweet letter he wrote as santa for frigga on the counter. He snatches up the carrots and celery for the reindeer and lets out another merry christmas and ho ho ho before flying right back up the chimney.

"We gotta go watch him leave mama!!!" she begs as she runs to her coat hook anyway.

You simply smile and nod, bringing her outside again and pointing to the sleigh illusioned onto the roof.

Before she can ask any questions or say anything about the encounter, Santa is on his way to the next house. She instead lays her head lazily on your chest, hugging you tightly to her.

“Momma, do you think other kids will catch Santa?” She asks shyly, a sound of uncertainty in her voice.

“My darling, I think that they will try. But I don’t believe they will succeed as well as we have.” You promise, rocking her back and forth as you habitually did since she was a baby.

She nods, assured by your words and starts to shut her eyes, the late evening too much for her to bear any longer. She lets out a little yawn, and you plant one more long kiss in the middle of her forehead before bringing her inside, laying her down in her bed and saying a quick I love you before sneaking out the door and shutting it halfway behind you.

“So, was this Santa clause as exciting as our princess imagined?” A deep, calming voice asks suddenly from behind you, cause you to jump a little bit. He chuckles, pulling you into his chest from behind and planting a kiss on top of your head. You supposed he was where you got that from, passing it right down to little Frigga.

“She was enchanted my love. You were a hit. And don’t think I didn’t notice Santa wink at mom. Am I correct in assuming he has maybe a little crush?” You tease, turning and starting to pull him in closer by the collar of the Santa suit. He grins wide, holding you by your hips.

“Why yes, Santa thought mom was positively radiant. I must agree with him.” He purrs, finally pulling you all the way in and planting his lips hungrily on yours, earning a smile as you kiss him right back.

You two stand in the dimly lit hall, pressed together for what feels like an eternity, a little sliver of time kept just for you and him.

“This is her best Christmas yet thanks to you love.” You smile, stroking your thumb over Lokis jawline.

“Ah but if it were not for you my dear, we would not have her and I would not have my two brightest sunshines, so really you are the one who gave both of us the best Christmas ever.” He corrects matter of factly, earning a deep blush on your cheeks and an eye roll on top of it.

You quietly pull away, turning him around towards your bedroom door and giving a light push.

“Now you Mr, go and change into something less suitable of St Nick and more fitting for the king of mischief and go give your daughter a kiss good night.” You order, getting an eye roll of your own in return.

He follows orders, changing into the Christmas pyjamas you picked out for him, a pair in emerald green with gold embroidery of his initials. “I’ll be in in a moment my love, I promise.” He says, pecking you on the lips and making his way to her room.

You tiptoe behind, your reindeer slippers making you all the more stealthy, and carefully peek between the door crack, watching your husband admire your daughter before kissing her lightly on the cheek, silently thanking the universe and fate for giving you the most perfect Christmas gift of all.

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inagetawaycarxo · 1 year

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Friends Or Something More

— ❄PAIRINGS: Evan Buckley x F!Reader

— ❄FEATURING: Evan Buckley, Y/n, Y/n’s elderly neighbour.

— ❄SYNOPSIS: Y/n’s elderly neighbour suspects that Buck and you maybe more than just friends.

— ❄WARNINGS: errors I missed, just some wholesome fluff, shenanigans, elderly neighbour trying to play matchmaker, slow burn.

— ❄w/c: 800

— ❄AUTHORS NOTE: please note Xmas requesting is closed. But you can request non-Xmas things for 9-1-1.

— ❄DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. HOWEVER, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

Buck quickly checked himself out in the rearview before getting out of his car. Seeing if he looked good. Once he was satisfied, he quickly undid his seat belt. Taking the keys out of the ignition. Grabbing the food container on the passenger seat. He reached down and grabbed his overnight bag.

He checked to see if the lights were off. After checking they were, he got out of his car. Shutting the door and locking it.

Rushing over to his best friend's apartment complex front entrance. Punching in the code for the door. The door unlocked. He grabbed the door handle. Balancing the food container against his arm and side, he opened the door. He walked inside. Using his body to close the door.

He ascended the stairs quickly. Anyone would think he was rushing to his apartment so he could use the toilet.

Buck felt his heart racing as he finally got to the floor of your apartment. He didn’t know why his heart was racing. Maybe it was the way you made him feel. He knew he had feelings for you, feelings that a best friend shouldn’t have. He didn’t say anything because he feared rejection, and he didn’t want to lose you as his best friend. You understood him, you were there for him if he lost you he would be lonely.

Buck finally reached your apartment. Putting his overnight bag down so he could knock on your door.

The door swung open revealing your neighbour inside.

“Oh it’s buck,” She beamed. Grabbing the side of his cheeks. Slightly shocking him.

She looked behind her to see what you were doing. Then looked back up. She lowered her voice so only he could hear.

“You should ask her out,” She spoke. Buck let out a scoff.

“I don’t have feelings for her she is my friend,” Buck denied. Only making her scoff at this boy's stubbornness. Though you were stubborn too. She may be old but she could tell Buck and you had feelings for each other. Feelings that weren’t platonic.

“If you keep telling yourself those lies you will never get her,” She spoke.

Both of them heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Buck,” You beamed, as you came into view. Buck beamed at you. Making your neighbour smirk.

Buck and you quickly hugged each other. To your neighbour, she thought it was a little bit longer than what a friend should. Almost like Buck and you didn’t want to separate when Buck and you did. She decided to leave. Hopefully, her words to Buck would encourage him to shoot his shot.

“I will leave you and Buck to it, Happy holidays,” she spoke, as she hugged both of you. Before she left she whispered in both your ears to make a move.

When she left Buck grabbed his overnight bag and walked inside.

“This is for you, it’s dessert, I made it, well I didn’t make it Maddie made it, I helped though,” He rambled. Making you giggle.

He placed the food container in the fridge. Turning to face you. You were leaning against the counter. Staring at him with amusement in your eyes, and something else.

“Do you need any help?” Buck asked. You shook your head.

“Everything is done, just have to wait for the chicken to cook, so, all we have to do is relax, want to watch a movie?” You spoke.

“You always outdo yourself, one day I’m going to help you out,” He spoke. Walking closer to you.

“Keep dreaming,” You teased. Buck tickled your sides making you let out a gasp and then giggles. Begging him to stop. When he did you realized how close he was to you. Both of you stared at each other. The only sound that could be heard in the room was his breathing as well as yours. Hearts pounding.

Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth. Your neighbour's words swirl around in your mind. Telling you to go for it, that you will regret it, but you were scared he wouldn’t feel the same way.

“Let’s watch the movie,” You spoke. Breaking the silence and pulling away from him. Buck nodded his head. Making you smile. You took a hold of his hand. Butterflies swarming in your stomach as well as his, you quickly lead him into the living room.

“You pick, I’m going to get us something to drink and eat,” You spoke. Handing him the remote, you then walked to the kitchen.

Lucky for you, you couldn’t see the living room from there. You pressed your back to the wall, letting out a shaky breath. Evening your breathing. Until it was steady enough for you to go back to him.

Unbeknownst to you, Buck was doing the same thing…

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multifandomimagines · 1 year

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Snow Globe - A Tyler Galpin Imagine

Characters: Tyler Galpin x Reader

Word Count: 2297

Summary: Christmas has arrived in Jericho, and Tyler accompanies the Reader to the market.

Warnings: Slight angst - topics surrounding absent parents

Written by: Josie

A/N: Not us posting our first imagine in a whole year?! Go have a read of our last post for context but we’re so excited to be back, and what better time to do that than Christmas! We’ll make an updated post on making requests soon, but for now, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to who it belongs to

Things were different in Jericho this weekend… but this time, it’s not in a bad way.

The main square of the town was alight with red and gold and green, and stalls selling all sorts of wintery goods lined the streets for what looked like miles. Christmas music played through the speakers and the town was alive with energy and spirit. Frankly, it was a beautiful change to the often gloomy atmosphere in this town, with the tension between the normies and the outcasts constantly looming. The holidays just make everything… different. There’s no “us” and “them”, just a sense of community and happiness. And Y/N was not planning on missing out on this.

Tyler Galpin had done everything he possibly could to get the day off today - he even managed to talk his way out of working a hot chocolate stall. In his defence, he’d already managed to get his shift covered at the Weathervane, he wasn’t going to accept a job doing more or less the same thing. However, that didn’t stop him popping over to get himself a cup of steaming hot cocoa.

“Tyler,” one of the guys behind the stall greeted him with a grin - a regular from the Weathervane. He must be volunteering, Tyler pondered. “Not working the cafe today?”

“Well, I didn’t wanna miss this,” the boy responded, quickly skimming the drinks menu despite already knowing exactly what he was going to order. “Could I get one hot chocolate please?”

The man nodded, and got to work. Tyler threw his hands in his coat pockets, something he always does when he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself, and looked around at the crowd. He was always very observant, someone who’d much prefer to watch from a distance rather than be in the centre of the action. As he scanned all the people enjoying the festivities, his eyes landed on the one girl he really wished to see today. She was alone, looking intently at a stall of little Christmassy trinkets.

“Excuse me, could you make that two?” Tyler said quickly, before the man could finish his drink as to not inconvenience him too much. God, he knows what that’s like… nothing worse than a customer changing their order when he’s already halfway through making it. If looks could kill… well, the espresso machine would be dead, as if he stared at the customers that way, he’d probably get fired.

“Here you go,” the man said as he passed Tyler down the two cups. The boy thanked him, paid, and set off toward his destination.

Y/N didn’t notice Tyler walk up to her, as she was far too fixated on the stall in front of her. There were lots of small ornaments that would be just right for a gift, and she wanted to find the perfect one.

“Hi, Y/N,” Tyler spoke, snapping the girl out of her trance. He smiled at her, that smile that always made her heart jump. “I bought you a hot chocolate.”

The warmth that spread through her body as soon as her hands gripped the cup was so incredibly satisfying that she sighed, content. “Thank you Tyler… are you sure these weren’t both for you? You saw me and decided you probably should give one to someone else?” she teased.

“I guess you got me,” Tyler smiled. “So… you looking for anything specific here?”

“I want to get something extra for my mum,” Y/N spoke, clearly back in her own mind, thinking hard about what the right thing to buy might be. “She deserves just a little something more. Something special… sentimental. I just can’t decide what.”

Tyler scanned the selection of possible gifts with a critical eye. He had never really had to buy a present for his mother… it had been far too long since he’d spent a Christmas with her, or a birthday. If he was totally honest, he didn’t have a clue what you were supposed to buy for a mother. How could he? He didn’t even know what to buy for his father, the parent that is around. He doesn’t do emotional, sentimental gifts, let alone gifts at all really. Every birthday, Tyler would get ten dollars and a pat on the back, and for Christmas? He’d get a stocking half full of socks, or something else that just proves his dad doesn’t know a single thing about him, his interests, his passions.

Y/N was lucky enough to have loving parents, both of them. Some people in Tyler’s position would be jealous - and in all honesty, he was jealous of a lot of others - but Y/N was different. She really deserved to have the family she did, so he wasn’t jealous, he was happy.

“Get this,” he spoke, pointing to one of the many items on the table.

“What?” Y/N responded, not expecting Tyler to make any suggestions.

“This one, here,” Tyler said, reaching over to the table and picking up a small item that Y/N couldn’t quite see. He placed it in her palm, the slight touch of his fingertips to her hand sending a warmth through her not dissimilar to the way the hot cocoa did, just with added excitement. As he slid his hand away, Y/N saw a little snow globe with space for a photo behind the flurry. Tyler had a subtle but not unnoticeable twinkle behind his eye as he watched the girl he adored shake the glass globe with a smile.

“Tyler, this is absolutely perfect,” She beamed, warming his heart so much that he couldn’t feel the cold anymore. Placing her hand on his arm, she looked him dead in the eye, speaking a thousand words, yet only two made their way out. “Thank you.”

The barista shrugged, feeling bashful as his rosy cheeks hid the blush that was definitely creeping up on his face. “It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. Y/N knew Tyler didn’t have his mother around. She’d internally kicked herself after mentioning who she was buying her gift for, cursing her mouth for moving faster than her mind. As soon as she saw his pursed lips and furrowed brow, she absolutely hated herself for being so stupid. How could she be so careless? Way to make a good impression, Y/N, bring up his trauma. Nice one.

So when Tyler’s mouth turned up at the corners as his eyes fell on the perfect gift, her heart grew fonder of him even more so, if that was possible. He just kept getting better and better.

“Walk with me?” Y/N asked him, looking up with eyes he couldn’t refuse as she sipped on her drink. God, he wished he could look into those eyes every single day. “I was gonna go see the rest of the market and maybe check out the fair at the end… now I say it out loud it’s kind of sad that I was going to it all alone,” she rambled. The way he was looking at her, eyebrows slightly raised in amusement, was making her nervous. Little did she know that he thought it was oh so adorable. “So… you can come with me, if you want to.”

“Do you want me to?” Tyler challenged. He wasn’t about to be difficult, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to play with her a little. She was being far too cute, he couldn’t resist a little lighthearted teasing, just to see that beautiful smile of hers as a light blush coloured her cheeks.

“Yes, Tyler,” she replied. “I’d like you to come with me.”

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A few hours had passed, yet it barely felt like a few minutes. The pair had eaten German sausages, added ornaments to the Jericho town Christmas tree and even had a cheeky bit of mulled wine, for good measure. When your dad is the sheriff, you can get away with these things.

Eventually, the fairground at the end of the market trail was in front of them, rides flashing with bright lights. There was definitely a lot to take in, but they both agreed they wanted to try out the ferris wheel first.

The crowd was very busy that evening. There were families with small kids, teens running around with their friends, and just about every kind of person at the fair, which definitely made it easy to lose your companions in the crowd. Using this as a wonderfully convenient excuse, Tyler reached down and embraced Y/N’s hand with his own, lacing their fingers together. Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Didn’t wanna lose you in the crowd before we got to the ferris wheel… that would kind of suck,” he shrugged, before heading off in the direction of the large ride. The ferris wheel was lit up a beautiful red, the colour of the holidays, casting a ruby glow on the pair’s faces. As they waited in the queue, Tyler looked down at the girl he wanted to call his, her face a brilliant scarlet, and wondered if you could make a wish on a ferris wheel, as he knew exactly what he would wish for. Funnily enough, he didn’t think ferris wheel wishes were particularly common.

After a short while, the ride staff guided Y/N and Tyler to their carriage as it came around, with the latter helping Y/N on. It could be said that he was being a gentleman, but really he just didn’t want to let go of her hand. As they sat with the bar down waiting for the ride to move, Y/N took a deep breath.

“I have a confession to make,” she said, turning to face the boy. He blinked, taken aback by the apparent randomness to this conversation starter, but intrigue always reigns superior.

“Okay… what might that be?”

“I’ve never actually been on a ferris wheel before.” Y/N breathed. That was it? Thank god. Tyler worried that it might be something much worse. Not because he was thinking pessimistically, but because he worries about her. Because he cares.

“You haven’t?” He asked, and Y/N shook her head. “Aw well, it’s nice. You’ll like it. Especially at night. You can see every single light in the town… it’s really quite beautiful, actually.”

The wheel began to turn, sending the two of them round and upward at a slow pace. After a short while, Y/N learnt that Tyler was right… she could see the town like she never had before. The whole Christmas market they’d just walked through was clear as day in front of her, the trails of stalls painted out like a road on a map. As Tyler pointed things out to her from their height, she noticed him ever so slightly place his fingers over hers as they held the bar. She nearly didn’t notice at all, but the spark that shot through her body gave it away.

“And… that there is the Weathervane. You’ve got the town hall right there, obviously, it’s where the massive Christmas tree is. Oh, and you see that light all the way in the distance? That’s Nevermore.”

Y/N looked around wide-eyed at the beauty she could see from the sky, despite there being nothing quite like the beauty that was next to her. Unbeknownst to her, Tyler was thinking exactly the same thing. His fingers were still latched onto hers, but he ached to be closer. He longed to touch more of her, hold all of her.

“This must be the most breathtaking thing you’ve ever seen, surely?” Y/N almost whispered, still taking in the scene in front of her.

Tyler smiled the unique smile of someone that is hopelessly in love, admiring her as she stared out at the twinkling night. “Not quite.”

His tone caught her, and she turned her head to face him, eyes meeting his. She didn’t realise they had reached the top, and were stopped there, and she didn’t think he had even noticed at all. He did, though. There was something in his expression that made Y/N’s heart skip multiple beats, for it was far too intense for the heart to only skip one.

“Y/N,” he began, playing with her fingers. Really it was nerves, but the girl thought it was ever so sweet. “Can I kiss you?”

When you’ve been waiting to hear four simple words for so long, they almost seem faded and distant, like you’ve imagined it and you haven’t actually heard them at all. Y/N had to replay that one short sentence in her head a good few times before she could register that yes, he had actually said that. She was shocked, to say the least, so all she could do was nod.

The buzz of the Christmas market lowered to a quiet fuzz as Tyler cupped her cheek, admiring her for one more second, before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He did it softly, delicately, as though he was afraid she might change her mind, and the ecstasy he felt when she kissed him back was something beyond compare. Her lips were like heaven, the sweet taste of the mulled wine still lingering between them. Their kiss was innocent, yet emotional, and just perfect.

Tyler’s thumb caressed her cheek as they pulled away, both on cloud nine. Y/N grinned as she noticed something different - white little particles now decorating his sandy brown curls.

“It’s snowing,” she grinned, and Tyler laughed as he noticed how a couple of snowflakes caught in her eyelashes. That smile on her lips was so enticingly irresistible - even more so than it always had been - that he didn’t feel sorry for interrupting her excitement for the snow by kissing her again.

And again.

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dem-obscure-imagines · 4 months

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Christmas/Holidays/New Year's Eve Masterlist

In the mood for some winter fluff? Look no further than these curated picks from my collection.

General Winter Imagines

Arthur Curry x Reader

Sweater Weather - Fluff

When it gets colder outside, the king of the sea loans you his sweater.

Jack Frost x Reader

Snowflake - Fluff, Soulmate AU

Your soulmark is a snowflake, and thus, winter easily became your favorite season. However, you have a good feeling about winter this year, a tingly feeling that makes your mark glow...

Tired of Gray - Fluff, Soulmate AU

It’s Christmas time and you’re just about sick of your gray, gray world. Luckily, your soulmate is known to visit in the winter.

Christmas/Holiday Imagines

Bernard the Elf x Reader

The Way it Was Before - Alternate Universe, Bernard exists during Escape Clause Plot, Magic!Reader, a light angst, a lot of fluff.

Something is VERY wrong this Christmas, and it seems you’re the only person in the world who remembers the way things were before. Well, almost the only person. It’s up to you and the Head Elf to save the day before Jack’s wish becomes irreversible.

Home for the Holidays - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

When you come home for Christmas, Bernard realizes that you’re the reincarnation of someone very dear to him.

All I Want For Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

Being Santa Claus’ daughter, it was only inevitable that you’d catch feelings for his head elf…

Dear Santa… - Fluff, Writer Elf!Reader

The writing department has been especially short on elves this year, and this means you find yourself responsible for writing a whole bunch of letters. Luckily, the head elf has his eye on you.

Druig x Reader

Merry Little Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, GN! Reader

Christmas with the Eternals is a little extra special this year because of a certain mind-controlling telepath…

Prince Eric (Barbie in the Nutcracker)

Real - Fluff, Christmas

After arriving back in your living room, you’re startled to find out that the previous night was real, Mouse King, Nutcracker, and all.

Home - Fluff, Christmas

The locket is supposed to take you home, but in your heart, you know you’re already there.

Steve Harrington x Reader

About Time - Fluff, Soulmate AU, Time Travel

You discover a time-traveling wormhole in your closet and a hot guy from the 80′s on the other side of it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

The Nutcracker - Fluff, Ballerina!Reader

When your winter recital finally comes around, Steve is more than happy to support you.

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Merry Christmas, Darling - Fluff, Christmas, Mutant!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader

The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.

Santa Baby - Fluff, Christmas

You use the power of invisibility to put a Santa hat on each of the X-Men.

New Year's Eve Kisses

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2017 - Steve Harrington, Marty McFly, Edmund Pevensie, Thackery Binx, Wanda Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2020 - Alex Vreeke (Jumanji), Jack Frost, Ben Tennyson, Diaval, Peeta Mellark

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2021 - Bernard the Elf, Bucky Barnes, Diana Prince, Killian Jones, Pietro Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2022 - Eddie Munson, Druig, Kili, Neville Longbottom, Peter Pan

#winter imagines #christmas imagines #bernard the elf #the santa clause #jack frost #rise of the guardians #marvel #barbie in the nutcracker

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harrrystyles-writing · 1 year

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Smut | Soft Boyfriend! Harry vibes...💛✨

Feliz Natal 🎄

Aviso: +18, romance, fazendo amor, apaixonado.

NotaAutora: Confesso que não sou muito boa em softsex, mas me esforcei para sair algo mais fofinho.

Harry estava finalmente em casa depois de duas semanas longe por conta de mais uma turnê e eu mal podia esperar para tê-lo em meus braços novamente. Não era fácil namorá-lo, mas ele sempre fez valer a pena.

"Oi, amor... Senti sua falta." Eu cantarolei alegremente depois que abri a porta: "Senti tanto a sua falta." Pulei em seus braços que me envolveram em um abraço reconfortante.

"Eu também senti a sua." Ele se afastou para finalmente ter seus lábios tocando os meus.

Assim que a porta fechou, Harry puxou meus quadris para mais perto, fazendo-me sentir algo duro em minha barriga.

"Você sente isso?" Sussurrou em meu ouvido "É o quanto senti sua falta."

"É porque ainda não sentiu a bagunça entre minhas pernas." Rebati com um sorriso presunçoso.

"Quer tomar banho e fazer amor?"Ele apertou minhas bochechas.

"Você acabou de chegar de viagem." Rejeito e ele faz um beicinho manhoso me fazendo rir. "E é véspera de Natal, tenho alguns preparativos para fazer."

"Ok."

Estava frio, a neve caindo lá fora, a lareira acesa mantinha a sala aquecida, a televisão exibia filmes natalinos, Harry se aninhava no sofá após o banho quente que durou bem mais do previsto, mas deu tempo o suficiente para que eu terminasse de desfazer suas malas, terminasse a decoração da árvore e ainda ligar a lareira.

Na cozinha, eu vasculhava o armário em busca de chocolate para fazer um chocolate quente, enquanto o leite esquentava.

"Você gostaria de ajuda?" As mãos de Harry pousarem em minha cintura.

"Pode pegar os marshmallows, por favor?" Disse a ele sorrindo enquanto balançava o frasco de chantilly.

Ele deu um suave “ok” antes de ir até a dispensa para trazer um saco de marshmallows e biscoitos natalinos de gengibre. Finalizando duas canecas enormes da bebida quente, sentamos novamente no sofá, entreguei o chocolate quente para ele, depois tomei alguns goles e deixei a caneca na mesinha ao seu lado, aproveitando a campainha do meu noivo.

"Com sono?" Ele perguntou colocando sua caneca na mesinha também.

"Um pouco, mas não quero dormir agora, quero ficar com você." Abraçei seu braço musculoso, sentindo o calor do chocolate esquentando minhas bochechas. "Também já é quase meia-noite, quero ser a primeira a lhe desejar feliz natal."

"Podemos ir para cama se você quiser." Ele avariou meu nariz dando varios beijinhos na ponta. "Ficar agarradinhos até dar a hora."

"Seria perfeito." Sorrio." Mas preciso de um banho primeiro."

"Que tal voc�� ir tomar um banho e eu organizar aqui? Aqui se encontramos na cama?"

"Tem certeza? Você não precisa, amanhã eu posso limpar isso."

"Não se preocupe, amor, eu faço."

"Ok, eu te amo." Falei deixando um selinho demorado antes de subir para o quarto.

A luz da lua entrava pela janela, as cortinas estavam abertas e somente o som da neve caindo lá fora. Eu rastejei para a cama com apenas uma camiseta e calcinha, Harry já me esperava deitado, os olhos fechados, um suspiro leve que indicava que já estava cochilando. Me aconchego ao seu lado, o cobertor cobrindo meu corpo frio, estava começando a fechar os olhos quando senti um corpo quente se mover atrás de mim, as mãos quentes abraçando meu quadril.

Eu estava esperando por isso.

Um arrepio percorreu minha espinha quando sinti um beijo em minha nuca, cada beijo lentamente mais perto de minha orelha.

"Como senti sua falta." Ele sussurrou em meu ouvido, deixando uma pequena mordida.

Me virei e ele olhava para mim, mesmo somente com a luz da janela ainda podia ver seu rosto angelical, minha mão pousou em sua nuca e o puxei para selar seus lábios aos meus, apaixonadamente nos beijavamos, a cada minuto ficando mais cheio de desejo. A mão de Harry foi movendo-se para dentro da minha camisa, me fazendo estremecer quando seus dedos iam passeando sob minha pele nua, sua mão continuou subindo por minha barriga, até finalmente chegar em meu seio.

"Eu te amo tanto." Confessou entre meus lábios.

"Eu te amo mais." Choraminguei sentindo seus dedos brincando meu mamilo.

Não aguentando mais provocações, subo em seu colo, sem hesitar tiro minha camisa a jogando no chão. O ar frio batendo em meus seios nus me causando arrepios. Com os olhos fechados, volto a beijá-lo, sinto uma de suas mãos movendo-se lentamente para baixo até chegar em minha calcinha, através do pano ele pressionou dois dedos em meu clitóris, traçando movimentos circulares, me fazendo abrir as pernas um pouco mais só para ele. Sentindo seus dedos em meu clitóris mais rápidos agora, minha mão moveu-se rapidamente para o cós da sua calça do pijama acariciando seu pau. Com minha mão no seu pau e a sua na minha boceta, nos masturbavamos lentamente, sentindo o prazer se espalhando por nossos corpos.

Não havia corrida para iniciar o sexo, ao contrário, era lento, em um ritmo sensual, ouvindo às batidas do coração um do outro e respirações aceleradas e pequenos gemidos entre o beijo.

Harry me colocou de costas, subindo em cima de mim, o frio em seus mamilos foi substituído pela língua quente dele enquanto a mão livre massageava suavemente o outro seio. Fiz ele se livrar de todo o resto de sua roupa antes dele voltar a me beijar, minha calcinha já estava em algum canto do quarto escuro.

"Preservativo." Alertei, sentindo seu pênis acariciar meu clitóris. "Não se esqueça do preservativo, amor."

"Baby, eu prometo que eu tiro, só me deixe provar uma vez."

"Só dessa vez." Cedo a ele, dando-lhe um beijo, enquanto posicionava seu pau em mimha entrada.

Gemidos saíram de nossas bocas ao Harry me penetrar lentamente, seus olhos estavam presos aos meus e juro que se eu ainda não estivesse apaixonada, com certeza agora eu estava, fazer amor olhando um para o outro sempre era fatal para nossos corações sedentos por amor, estávamos cheios de luxúria e paixão, gemidos de desejo e saudades um pelo outro.

Styles ía em um ritmo lento, podia sentir suas mãos apertando meus quadris toda vez que deslizava novamente em mim, pressionei nossas testas juntas, passei os dedos suavemente pelos cabelos macios, enquanto ele empurrava os quadris ainda mais fundo em mim. Minha respiração foi ficando mais rápida conforme ouvia o som de nossa transa ficar mais úmida.

"Isso é bom." Seu gemido deixou seus lábios.

"Tão bom, baby, acho que quero que goze em mim, amor." Em uma voz manhosa confessei.

"Tem certeza?"

"Sim, eu quero seu gozo quente por toda minha boceta, amor."

A ideia de gozar juntos me excitava.

"Seu desejo é uma ordem." Ele sorriu, atingindo o ponto que me fazia choramingar nele a cada estocada.

Ele sabia que estava chegando perto, minhas coxas começam a ficar trêmulas.

"Amor, estou tão perto."

"Eu também, baby." Ele sispirou deixando seis movimentos mais desleixados, gemendo em meu pescoço cada vez que minha boceta se apertava ao redor dele.

Fomos levados ao limite, ao mesmo tempo. O som do êxtase ecoando em todo quarto, beijos lentos e apaixonados rolavam entre nós. Ficamos assim, respirações ofegantes, corpos brilhando de suor, presos nos braços um do outro pelo que parece uma eternidade, mas eu daria tudo para passar a minha com ele.

"Que horas são?" Eu quebrei o silêncio, animada.

"Já passou da meia noite, meu amor." Ele rolou de volta ao meu lado após ter olhado o relógio do lado da cama.

"Feliz Natal." Dou um beijinho em seu nariz.

"Feliz Natal, meu amor." Seu sorriso se espalhou por seu rosto.

Puxando os lençóis sobre nós, ele me envolveu em seus braços enquanto lentamente nos adormecíamos.

Eu não podia negar que para mim não haveria festa no mundo que se comparasse a passar a véspera de Natal assim, somente Harry e eu.

Feliz Natal, espero que tenha gostado, sinta-se à vontade para dizer o que achou! Minha ask está sempre aberta. 🥰

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chloe-skywalker · 8 months

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Holiday Imagine Masterlist

By @chloe-skywalker

Main Masterlist

*= Requested

(Updated version of this masterlist)

New Years (Eve & Day:

Midnight Kiss - Bucky Barnes (Avengers)

Valentines Day:

Dead Valentines - Joker & Harleys Quinns Daughter

Secret Valentines Day Plans - Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Love - Bucky Barnes (Avengers)

I Think I'm In Love With You - Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

St Patrick's Day:

Leprechaun Traps - Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Easter:

~ Coming Soon. . .

May The 4th/Force Be With You:

May The 4th Be With You - Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Independance Day (USA):

Way Better - Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Halloween:

Halloween Party - Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Thanksgiving:

Your Part Of My Family - Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Christmas (Eve & Day):

I Gave You My Heart - Jason Todd / Joker's Daughter (DC)

Mistletoe - Bucky Barnes (Avengers)

Last Christmas - Angel/Warren Worthington III (X-MEN)

At Least One - Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove)

Your Invited - Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

Queen Christmas Party - Oliver Queen (DC/Arrow)

Ex's and Jealously - Jason Dilaurentis (Pretty Little Lairs)

New Christmas Plans - Jason Todd / Joker & Harley's daughter (DC)

No Plans - Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Part #2

Part #3

Chestnuts Roasting - young Sirius Black (Harry Potter)

Avenger's & Family - Peter Parker (Avengers)

Dog Sledding & Sleigh Rides - Sirius Black (Harry Potter)

Catching Snowflakes - Regulus Black (Harry Potter)

#y/n #x reader #imagines #imagine #holiday #holiday imagines #new years imagine #christmas imagines #valentines day imagines #st patricks day imagines #easter imagines #star wars day imagines #4th of july imagines #halloween imagines #thanksgiving imagines

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football-rambles · 1 year

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Surprise!!

Unfortunately it isn’t like last year, I had time to write 25 days of Christmas but this year I am only going to post what I can post so here is what you can look forward too.

One More Sleep - Mason Mount

Driving Home for Christmas - Mason Mount

Last Christmas - John Stones

Mistletoe & Wine - Luke Shaw

Baby It’s Cold Outside - Jack Grealish

Merry Christmas, Darling. - Declan Rice

#christmas22 #christmas imagines #Football Fanfiction #football imagines #football fanfic #Luke shaw #Declan rice #jack grealish #John Stones #mason mount

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 1 year

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Really in the mood to start writing more again! Please give me ideas and I'll get to them asap

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juiche · 3 months

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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

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beaker1636 · 5 months

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Thank you all for adding to my Christmas spirit with loads of Christmas requests! I absolutely love all of them! I’m a sucker for cute stories!

I will probably try to stagger them throughout the next month so if I don’t post it right away please do not be disappointed I’m just trying to spread the holiday cheer! 🎄🎄

If you can’t tell Christmas is my favorite holiday… my tree is already up both in my classroom and at home 🤣. My husband is not impressed

#ask miss bree #motionless in white imagines #Christmas imagines

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inagetawaycarxo · 1 year

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Watch a Holiday Movie, you and Ethan finally having alone time while watching a Holiday movie after both your shift at Med and your children are asleep. maybe smut if you want

XMAS BINGO; Watch A Holiday Movie w/ Ethan Choi — ❄PAIRINGS: Ethan Choi x F!Reader

— ❄FEATURING: Y/n, Ethan Choi, Unnamed children.

— ❄SYNOPSIS: Ethan and y/n end up having a little fun when their children fall asleep watching a Christmas movie

— ❄WARNINGS: errors I missed, smut, sex, 18+, nsfw, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], oral [male receiving]

— ❄w/c: 1022

— ❄AUTHORS NOTE: Yes Christmas is over but I want to get these done so they don't get put on hold again for Christmas in 2023 only ¾ to go.

— ❄DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. HOWEVER, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your kids fast asleep on the couch. You looked over at Ethan to find him already looking at you. Giving you a suggestive look. You nodded your head at him.

The both of you got up quietly sneaking off to the master bedroom. Closing the door softly and locking it. You turned around to face Ethan.

Ethan quickly grabbed the side of your face. Pulling you closer to him till his lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss.

Walking backward with you. Lips were still locked. In the midst of the heated kiss, Ethan and you took each other's clothes off, till you were left in your lingerie, and he was left in his boxers. Clothes discarded on the ground. The only time Ethan and you broke the kiss was to pull each other's shirts off.

The back of Ethan's knees hit the edge of the mattress making him fall. You fell on top of him. Lips still locked together. Your hands move from his face and wander down to his sides.

You pulled away from the kiss. Trailing your lips down his chin, and to his neck. Ethan let out a moan as you trailed your lips down his chest, then his stomach.

When you reached his stomach, Ethan's fingers entangled themselves in your hair, as you trailed your lips down to the waistband of his boxers. Bringing your fingers to his waistband. Your index fingers slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers, your thumbs gripping his waistband on the outside. Pulling them down. Freeing his erection, which sprung up. You removed your lips away from his stomach.

Staring at his cock, as it stood, throbbing. Waiting to be touched by you.

Your hands grabbed the base of his shaft, making him moan. Your eyes glanced at him as you lowered your head down to his tip. Precum already leaking from his tip.

Ethan stared down at you, as you teasingly lowered your head down at a slow pace.

Begging you to take him in your mouth. You obliged. Expect

You didn't put him fully in your mouth. You only wrapped your lips around his tip. His hands grabbed your hair, as you twirled your tongue around his tip. Collecting his precum and swallowing it. All the looking at him.

"Please," He mewled. Making you smirk.

You teased him for a few seconds, before taking him fully in your mouth, till he hit your uvula, making you gag a bit. Tears prick your eyes.

You withdrew your mouth from his cock slowly. His cock was damp from your mouth. You gave him a seductive smile. Before lowering your mouth back down onto his cock. Slowly bibbing your head up and down his cock at a slow pace. His grip on your hair tightened. Thrusting into your mouth roughly, causing the head of his cock to hit your uvula again. Tears pool in your eyes. The hand that wasn't holding the base of his shaft went to his hip. Pushing his hip down, you took charge. Going at a faster pace this time. You felt yourself get wet as you heard his quiet moans.

Bobbing your head up and down. Using your saliva as a lubricant. Humming every once in a while. Ethan moaned your name lowly. Pleasure coursed through his body. His grip on your hair tightens. Bucking his hips ups.

Ethan could feel himself get closer to his climax, and you could tell too. Though your jaw hurt from bobbing your head up and down, and Ethan thrusting into your mouth. You kept continuing.

With one last thrust into your mouth, his cock convulsed, as he came hard. Moaning your name loudly as his seed spilt inside of you.

You slowly pulled him out of your mouth with a pop. Saliva dribbled from your mouth when you pulled him out. His fingers loosen from your hair. You swallowed his cum.

The sight alone made him hard again. Looking at him with lust-filled eyes. Wiping the drool with your arm. You quickly crawled on top of him. Your soaking wet heat hovering above his cock.

Ethan was about to return the favor by flipping you on your back, but you sunk your soaking wet heat onto his cock. Your hands resting on his chest.

Both of you moan in pleasure. Rocking your hips slightly.

You then started to thrust up and down on his cock. Ethan's hands grabbed your waist. You tilted your head back, as your pace got faster. Eyes squeezed closed as pleasure took over your body. Toes curling. Gripping his chest tighter.

Walls clenching around his cock. Ethan could feel himself getting closer to climaxing again.

Every time he leaned up to kiss you or kiss your neck, you pushed him back down onto the bed. Dominating him. The only thing he got to dominance was thrusting upwards every time you thrust down.

Every time he did that your walls clenched around his cock. The two of you were in pure bliss. Both of you getting closer to coming.

Your head lolled forward, lowering your head down to his neck to muffle your moaning. One of Ethan's hands moved to the nape of your neck, holding you in place.

Your thrusting got sloppier as your orgasm took over you. Moaning his name into his neck. Walls clenching around his cock.

Ethan was about to say something but got cut off by how your walls tightened around him and then unclenched. Coming hard around him. His cock convulsed inside of you. He gave one last sloppy thrust up before spilling his seed inside of you. Pressing his face into the side of your face. Muffling his moans.

You stayed inside of him for a little while. Kissing his neck softly. You slowly pulled out of him. Both of you whine at the loss of contact. His cum leaking out of your heat.

You cuddled into his side. As he wrapped his arms around you. Kissing the top of your head. While you pressed a soft kiss on his shoulder....

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#ethan choi smut #ethan choi x reader #ethan choi imagine #chicago med x reader #chicago med imagine #chicago med smut #chicago med #ethan choi #xmas bingo #xmas imagine #christmas imagines #christmas imagine #christmas edition #i thought i posted this on here but it was just wattpad

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multifandomimagines · 1 year

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All I Want for Christmas - A Steve Harrington Imagine

Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 3410

Summary: The annual Christmas-themed Hawkins Middle School dance is fast approaching, but while they should be volunteering, Steve and the Reader spend their time with each other instead.

Warnings: Slight swearing, suggestive ending + angst - topics surrounding a previous breakup, as well as a mention of a bad relationship with parents.

Written by: Jasper

A/N: we’re back!!! we missed you guys SO much. i absolutely LOVED writing for steve and stranger things! our requests are always open, so if you love this as much as i loved writing it (as well as any of our other posts), please please please check out our requests post and send over your requests! merry christmas and happy holidays! <3

p.s. peep our new feature that we’ll sometimes be adding to our works! listen after or while you’re reading for the full experience 👀 ⤵️

Soundtrack: ‘Snow On The Beach’ by Taylor Swift ft. Lana Del Rey 🌨️

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t ours - credit to whoever it belongs to.

Snow Ball, 1984.

Given everything that happened a month ago, Y/N should have felt elated to go and help out at the school dance; to act like everything was okay just for a night, to feel normal again, but she surprisingly felt quite the opposite. She begged and pleaded, more than she ever had in her whole life, to just stay home, but her mother refused with a swift, “You’ll regret it when you’re older.”

“She’s making me go,” Y/N whispered over the phone, peering around the corner to make sure her mother wasn’t eavesdropping from the living room.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Steve Harrington’s voice came through the ear speaker. Her and the once snobby rich boy formed an unusual bond after last month’s troubling events. Going through something as traumatic as that certainly ties you to someone for life, and she guessed that was what ultimately made them become the best of friends so quickly. They came to each other for everything since then, and she would be lying if she said that she hadn’t formed a crush on him that first night… But he was just out of a heart-wrenching breakup, so she (as hard as it may be) kept quiet as to not make him feel uncomfortable or ruin their budding friendship, which meant so much to her already. “I guess it could be kind of nice for you…”

“Jesus Christ, not you too—” she rolled her eyes, aggressively leaning into the wall.

“I’m just saying,” his voice was muffled through the phone, seemingly because he put it between his ear and shoulder. “you haven’t been the same since… everything…”

“Of course I haven’t, Steve… Who would?” Y/N answered, frustration and impatience apparent in her voice. He stayed quiet, prompting her to remember all the times he has acted as if nothing had ever even happened, “Well, not everyone can be Mr. Perfect Steve Harrington who-ignores-all-his-problems.”

“I think we’ve established that no one thinks I’m Mr. Perfect,” he chuckled insincerely, hinting at what had happened between him and Nancy Wheeler a month prior. The two had gone through a rather nasty breakup— the boy was devastated, seemingly never quite moving on. The girl, however, moving on not even a couple days later, contributing greatly to Steve’s heartbreak.

I do, Y/N so desperately wanted to say, but instead she kept quiet, an awkward silence falling over the two them.

“Okay, I’ll tell you what,” Steve said, cutting through the quiet tension. “I’m taking Dustin to the dance— why don’t I come around, pick you up too, you can make yourself look all pretty or whatever, and then you can sorta lie to your mom; act like you’re going to the dance, but in reality, you’re just hanging out with me.”

“Are you asking me to the dance, Harrington?” Y/N laughed, trying to make Steve flustered. “And did you just call me pretty?”

“Technically, I’m asking you to ditch the dance and hangout with me instead,” he replied, making no mention of the pretty comment.

After a moment of thinking, “Fine. But you have to stay in the car, I don’t need my parents asking you any weird questions— we all know you’re awful at lying.”

“Deal.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

The night of the Snow Ball fast approached, and before Y/N knew it, the night had arrived. For hours beforehand, she had hastily gotten ready, trying to make herself look absolutely perfect. She wasn’t exactly certain why— sure, she had a crush on Steve and she would have made herself look nice for him anyways, but she wasn’t attending the dance, so was it really necessary to make herself so dance-ready? Picking out shoes that would be perfect for dancing, even picking out a flowy dress perfect for dancing?

“Y/N! Your date is here!” the girl’s mother called from the living room. “Is that really what he’s wearing to the dance?!”

“For the last time, Mom, he’s not technically my date…” Y/N answered, hurriedly rushing past her unbothered father sitting in his recliner, grabbing her bag off the coat hanger and opening the door. “Also it’s 1984, don’t judge other people’s attire. Bye, love you!”

“Is he not coming to meet us?—” was the last thing she heard before abruptly closing the door behind her, practically running to Steve’s car in the process.

She jumped in the backseat, “Step on it— Oh, hey, Dustin! I almost didn’t recognize you.”

The younger boy sat in the passenger, looking small in comparison to the older boy in the driver’s seat. His outfit was the epitome of the 1980s, puffy hair, bow tie and all. She wondered briefly if Steve had helped him get ready or if Dustin had done this all on his own. She looked over to Steve as Dustin greeted her, her attentiveness dying out instantly, no longer hearing a word the younger boy was saying.

Steve’s eyes were on her, and by the looks of it, they seemed to have been on her. The air between them suddenly felt on edge like never before— the way he looked at her made her heart hammer faster and faster against her ribcage; so loud that there was surely no way the other two couldn’t have heard it. His eyes sparkled in the dimming light as he took deep breaths, clearly mesmerized— well, until Dustin’s growing voice and finger snapping cut through the tension, “HELLO?! You two are going to make me late! Stare at each other later, it’s already getting dark!”

Steve pulled himself together first, slapping Dustin playfully on the arm, “We weren’t staring, smartass. OKAY, OKAY! I’m driving! Jesus Christ, you’re such a—”

But Y/N never really pulled herself together. The whole car ride to the dance was a blur, she didn’t even truly hear what the other two were saying. All she could focus on was the memory of his eyes on her, the look on his face, and the way she absolutely melted underneath his gaze. She was oddly quiet the rest of the ride, and Steve noticed— his eyes frequently shifting to the rearview mirror above him to glimpse back at her.

Quickly, she realized that the Hawkins Middle School building was emerging ahead of them; street lights and traffic finally snapping her out of her trance. Sitting up straight and leaning forward, she rested her forearms on the center console as Steve pulled the car around front, directly adjacent of the entrance doors. People streamed into the building in mostly pairs, all dressed head to toe in formal attire.

“All right, buddy, here we are…” Steve’s voice cut through the silence. Both him and Dustin looked to the doors, Dustin’s lingering on them a bit longer than Steve’s. “So, remember, once you get in there…”

Dustin looked back to Steve, nervousness somewhat apparent on his face. “Pretend like I don’t care.”

“You don’t care,”

“I don’t care.”

“There you go. You’re learning, my friend. You’re learning.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ— are you actually teaching him that?!” Y/N scoffed in disbelief, interrupting the other two’s somewhat heartfelt conversation, laughter choking out from her throat.

“What do you know?” Steve replied, turning around in his seat to directly look at her for the first time since the start of the journey. His brazen gaze softened the moment his eyes landed on hers.

“I know that acting like you don’t care makes you look like an asshole—”

Dustin reached for the rearview mirror as the older two playfully argued (which was such a common occurrence at this point, to which everyone else just simply ignored) and snapping it rather hastily in his direction.

Steve looked back at the sudden noise, “Hey—”

“What?” Dustin replied, still glancing anxiously at himself in the mirror above him.

Steve grabbed the mirror from Dustin, pulling it back into his direction, “Come on, you look great, okay? You look— you look great.”

Dustin assured Steve that he was hearing what he was saying, but it seemed more like assurance to himself than anyone else. He more or less looked like he was about to cry— he looked frightened, almost as if he wished he could just stay in the car forever and never have to step foot through those daunting doors.

“Dustin, take it from a girl, okay?” Y/N said, reassuring the terrified younger boy. Steve smiled to himself. “You genuinely look amazing. How about you save me a dance for when we pick you up later, yeah?”

Dustin nodded, signifying he was listening despite him looking to the floor.

“Okay, you’re gonna go in there…” Steve said.

“Yeah…”

“Look like a million bucks—”

“Yeah,”

“And you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.”

“Like a lion,” Dustin replied, a newfound confidence in his voice. Suddenly, his mouth opened and a purring noise came out, issuing both Y/N and Steve to nervously glance at each other.

“Yeah… don’t do that, okay?” Steve said as Dustin stared back at him, doe-eyed.

“Okay,”

Steve reached out a loving hand to him, “Good luck.”

Dustin took it, a slight smile on his face. He nodded, turned, then exited the car. Both Steve and Y/N watched as Dustin walked into the building hesitantly, but more confidently as he started to speak to someone that Y/N couldn’t see. Then, awkward silence washed over them as they both watched through the doors, neither of them saying a single word to another.

She looked to Steve out of her peripheral, realizing that he had spotted something, a relatively distressed look apparent on his face, unalike the smile he had merely moments before.

“Steve?” she said gently, worrying what she would see if she put herself at his level. “You okay?”

After he didn’t answer, she leaned forward, eyes instantly falling on Nancy Wheeler. She looked absolutely beautiful, talking and laughing with attendees as they came to her for a cup of punch. Steve visibly didn’t know that Nancy was volunteering tonight— the thought of going from knowing everything about someone, to knowing nothing, appeared to hurt him greatly. She was happy, which must have pained Steve even more— he hadn’t seemed genuinely happy himself in so long. But knowing Steve, Y/N knew that it was bittersweet to him— he was happy that Nancy was happy, and to him, that’s all that really, truly mattered.

Turning away, hiding the pang of jealousy and hurt that she felt by this, Y/N acted as if she hadn’t seen what he was looking at. Instead, she hopped up into the passenger seat next to him, minding her dress, and looked over at him. She was now unknowingly blocking his view of Nancy, yet he didn’t really mind it. Honestly… he grew to like it better this way.

Y/N was always there for him; she was there through the thick of last month, saving his ass that night more than he cared to admit. She was there through the aftermath of the breakup; all the times he tried to hide his tears from her in fear that she would make fun of him, yet she never did. She’d even let him stay over on nights that his parents made him so furious he couldn’t even be in the same house as them. She was there through it all, yet Nancy hardly did the same. Y/N was better for him, and he was finally starting to realize it.

“You okay?” the girl asked again sincerely, her eyes glistening in the low light as she watched him closely.

The boy exhaled and looked away, shook his head, more so to himself than her, and shifted his gear from parked to driving, “For the first time in awhile, I’m okay.”

He drove around the side of the school and parked. The parking lot was now deserted of other people despite the amount of vehicles that resided in spots, their owners clearly dancing the night away inside the building, abandoned until hours later.

The two of them exited the car, walking around and taking a seat on the back. That seemed to be one of the things they did these days; parking off somewhere and sitting on the hood or trunk and having deep conversations. Y/N cherished those perfect moments, she was sure she cherished them a bit more than Steve did considering her feelings, but nonetheless, she was sure he adored them too, even if not the same way she did.

“You sure you’re okay? You looked pretty… blindsided back there—” Y/N hesitantly said, shifting her position to look at him. She feared he would be upset with her for bringing it up again. She braced for a sarcastic remark… but none ever came.

He looked back up, his dark hair falling over his forehead in pieces. He looked so innocently back at her, no sign of hurt or annoyance at her question. His voice was gentle, “More than okay.”

She chuckled, “Well, that’s a start. Why the change of heart?”

“You, actually.” He replied, his voice soft, unlike she’s ever heard it before. “It’s always been you.”

Her breathing shallowed, her heart beginning to palpitate. Was he meaning what she thought he was? Or was she simply looking too far into it? “I don’t understand—”

“You know,” he begin. “I can’t remember the last time Nancy asked me if I was okay, or simply cared if I was, if I’m being honest.”

Y/N simply sat and listened, not daring to say a single word or make him lose his train of thought.

“It was always me asking her if she was okay, always only caring about her and her well-being. I lost sight of myself and how I was doing, all just to make her happy… but I never got it in return.” he continued, looking out at the empty parking lot, remembering memories that he was trying so hard the past few weeks to forget. “I mean, I don’t blame her. She’s always had her own shit going on. I don’t know— I guess what I’m trying to say is… it’s been nice having someone care about me for once. You know, ask how I’m doing and all that shit. Maybe all this time I’ve just been focusing on someone who never really wanted me in the first place, while someone who’s been there for me since day one was getting the short end of the stick.”

“Steve—” Y/N began to say, the words dying out in her throat. Her comforting hand came to rest atop his beside them, their fingers slightly intertwining. Her eyes scanned his face, looking for any sign of hesitation or regret. Yet, there was none…

“You’re beautiful,” Steve spoke delicately, looking up from their embracing hands to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”

“We still have time.” she smiled, squeezing his hand a bit tighter. She dreamt of this moment for so long, yet when it finally came, she felt as if she couldn’t speak properly; all the words she imagined saying to him died out in her throat the moment it was finally happening. It wasn’t just a dream this time— it was real life.

“I’m sorry— Jesus Christ, I haven’t even asked how you feel—” he backtracked, shaking his head, frustrated with himself. “I just assumed—”

“Are you kidding, Steve?” Y/N replied as he looked to her nervously. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He smiled, relief washing over his face in waves. This was atypical for Steve Harrington— not only the anxiousness he exuded in those few moments, but also the way he poured his entire heart out. Y/N was sure he must have done it with Nancy; he’d even done it with other topics to Y/N, but never in this way. Never so vulnerable— she figured that was the perfect word to describe it: Vulnerable.

Steve had changed so much over the past month. He was broken and bruised (even quite literally at one point), so much that it changed him. He was worried that Y/N didn’t feel the same— he had always just assumed Nancy did, but that didn’t turn out well for him now, did it? No, he needed to be absolutely sure this time.

“Y/N, are you sure?” Steve asked, glancing back at her hand atop his. “I can’t go through it again…”

Her lips met his, gently but urgently, washing away all of the doubts and insecurities swirling around in his head. In that moment, he forgot about Nancy wholeheartedly, forgot about every bad thing that had ever happened to him, even forgetting how him and Y/N got to this point. The only thing that mattered was the destination; her lips were soft moving against his, her hands caressing his skin in innocent places that she’d never touched him before.

Steve’s fingers came up to lace through her hair delicately, pulling her closer than ever. He ached to feel her nearer to him, to embrace her wholly, after so long of not knowing what that felt like.

He pulled away first, cold air replacing the heat of where his lips were mere seconds previously. Her senses on high alert, Y/N realized the music from inside the building could be faintly heard, interrupting the quiet of the dark, abandoned lot. Every Breath You Take was vaguely audible, the vibe of the dance changing drastically. She imagined the dance attendees slow dancing with another, taking the opportunity to kiss and be close to each other.

Steve jumped off the back of the car, held out a hand to her and said, “You didn’t think I’d let you come to a dance without making you dance with me, did you?”

She chuckled, smiling to herself, happiness overtaking her for the first time in awhile, “Not letting Dustin get the first dance with me, huh?”

“Never in a million years,” Steve joked. “you’re mine now.”

“I could get used to that…” Y/N flirted, taking his outstretched hand in hers.

The two found themselves embracing, slow dancing, spinning, playfully joking, until it got comfortably quiet between them. They basked in each other’s presence, feeling happier than they’ve felt in a long while. It was hard to imagine this any other way— it felt as if it had been this way between them forever.

She rested her head atop his shoulder, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around him. They both shut their eyes, the comfortable silence giving way to the song faintly coming to an end inside of the school. The moment felt bittersweet— both of them wishing it could last forever.

After a long pause, Y/N opened her eyes first, noticing that the scenery had slightly changed around them. A thin white sheet covered the ground and the cars residing in their respective spots, white flakes falling gently out of the sky.

“Steve—” she spoke, lightly backing out from his embrace. She glanced around them, “It’s snowing.”

He opened his eyes, both of them immediately landing on her, not bothering to even look out at the snow. As cheesy as it sounded in his head, she was more beautiful than anything nature could possibly do, and he didn’t want to miss her most of all.

He tucked a snow covered strand of hair out of her face, making her look to him. A smile formed on her mouth as his lips met hers for a second time, snow falling all around them like minuscule, twinkling stars.

“Hey…” Steve whispered, lips resting against Y/N’s. “How about we go back to my place? Pick Dustin up in a couple hours, yeah?”

“Mhm,” she replied, grinning, finally opening her eyes to meet his once again. “hey, wait— what happened to acting like you don’t care?”

Steve, remembering the advice he had just given Dustin less than a half an hour before, snickered, “Yeah, well, that was minutes ago— I’m a changed man now.”

She laughed, making a face at him as they got back into his car. They drove off to his house as Christmas music played vaguely over the radio, hands tenderly held near the stick shift, stealing glances at each other on well-lit streets.

As it turned out, her mother had been right in someway all along; Y/N would have regretted this night for the rest of her life if she hadn’t gone. As much as she hated to admit it, school dances, or lack thereof, turned out to not be so bad after all.

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