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ac3may · 3 months
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"One of us"
(Lando Norris x Fem!Reader)
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F1 Requests = Open
It's a little later than I'd like it but here's a little Christmas something, something to kick off my F1 content.
Also first proper SMAU, how'd I do??
Description: "Reader joins the Norris family for their Christmas celebrations and realises just how much they mean to her through a few short days"
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“UNCLE LALA!”
A bright smile spreads across your boyfriend's face as he catches the small bundle of energy catapulting herself toward him. Mila’s legs fly behind her as he spins and she relishes in her uncle's attention. 
Smiling softly at the sight, the Christmas lights decorating his parent's country home glisten in the background. You begin unloading your suitcases from the car as tiny footsteps and little giggles disappear across the sprawling gravel driveway.
Soon enough Lando’s arms sneak around your waist, halting any attempt at movement. “I can do that, Lovey.” His lips pepper kisses to your hairline as he inches you aside gently.
“I can help too,” you insist, stubborn words contrasting your actions as you grin at the roll of eyes and scoff he returns. 
“You know that’s not how this works baby.” 
Smirking a little to yourself you resign yourself to watching happily. The Christmas jumper spread taught across his back, muscles rippling through the knitwear as he works. Catching his eye with a wink when he turns.
When you pull yourself from focusing on the handsome man you begin working in tandem, unloading his packed SUV of presents and suitcases for your week ahead.
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The home that greets you is warm, the air scented with a glorious mix of gingerbread and cinnamon. You manage a single step through the front door before Cisca immediately fusses over you.
Exchanging hugs, collecting coats and ignoring her son entirely. Which has you giggling as he huffs and grumbles behind you. 
Further down the hallway Adam and Oli have gathered, baby Athena resting peacefully in her grandfather's arms. They let out much fuller laughs at your boy as the Belgian woman continues to dot on you.
Your hands emptied and you're ushered towards her daughters (and daughter-in-law), all watching on in amusement, hot drinks in hand.
Lando has lugged both of your large suitcases inside and is midway kicking off his shoes when his mother finally turns to him. A sassy remark falls from his lips as he embraces her tightly, a loving grin on his lips as he catches your gaze over her shoulder. 
'I love you,' your lips form the words silently as you mouth your affections, and he returns the silent words as you're both swept in different directions. The Norris women surround you and drag you further into the open-plan kitchen, pressing a warm mug into your hold, desperate to hear all about the ski trip you had recently returned from. Meanwhile, Mila hurricanes into the entryway gaining the full focus of the Norris men. Cisca stands back, admiring her family finally gathered together under one roof.
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After a big family breakfast and a long thirty-minute attempt at getting the entire family out the door, you were squished in Lando’s backseat between his sisters. You had given up your passenger princess privileges so Adam could sit up front with his son. Who had adamantly refused to give up the control of driving to ride in his parent's backseat. The rest of the Norris clan follows behind you in Savannah’s car. 
In following family tradition you’d all decided to spend Christmas Eve in the local town. You were beyond excited to see the small countryside town your boyfriend had been raised in. 
Festivities were in full swing when you arrived. You were quickly informed that it was the last day of the holiday market, which annually caused the whole community to gather and have a collective celebration. With Lando’s hand wrapped warmly around yours, you gazed around in awe. 
Music was playing from speakers throughout the small village of stands, all set up by local businesses. There was even a small petting zoo and stable where families gathered for a chance to meet donkeys, sheep, goats, chickens, and even reindeer.
What took your breath away though was the big, bushy, towering tree standing in the centre of the town square, draped in lights and baubles, a gold glowing star shining on top.
“Woah.”
You breathe the word almost silently, catching Lando’s attention his head turns to eye you adoringly. “Pretty, huh?” He offers, giving a squeeze to your hand.
You nod in return, childlike glee shining in your eyes as you peer up at him. Giggles escape as he enjoys your joy, tugging lightly to pull you with him into the maze of festive joy in front of you.
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The sun begins to dip beyond the horizon as the family gathers together, you among them. Empty hot chocolate cups littering the table in front of you. Mila perches on your lap, both tiny hands wrapped protectively around the carrot she had spent seven minutes meticulously picking. She had spent the whole time excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet, eyes wide, as she anticipated providing the treat for Santa’s reindeer that evening. 
Despite the light tickles you leave up and down the sides of the tiring girl in your hold your focus is towards the curly-haired boy across from you. His attention is captured by the youngest Norris, little giggles escaping her as he pulls faces and blows raspberries against her rosy cheeks.
Moments later collective cheering distracts you and all heads turn towards the stage which has stood empty all day. The town band now stand upon it, jingle bells sounding as they begin to play. Folk around you start to dance and sing away. A bright smile beams across your face and the little girl in your arms perks up as well, jumping to her feet in front of you. 
“Tee! Tee! Dance with me!” With her calling out for her aunts you direct your attention to the stage, but only for several seconds before an insistent hand is tugging at yours. “Tee! Tee! Dance!” 
You look around for Flo or Cisca before your eyes meet back with the small ones honed on you, “… me?” You ask the girl, pointing at yourself, confusion laced in your tone. 
“Duh!” You see your boyfriend in her at her sassy remark, feeling another impatient tug on your fingers. Scrambling over your shock you scramble to your feet, taking both tiny hands in your own as you jump, twirl, giggle and sing with the two-year-old.
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Collapsing heavily onto the sofa beside you Lando grumbles, dramatically clutching at his stomach.
“I. Am. Stuffed.” He declares, shuffling around to get comfortable before draping his limbs around you lazily. 
You laugh at the boy as he clutches to you like a child, still wiggling into the perfect position. He continues to groan in frustration before huffing and forcing your hand upon his head. “Scratch.” He demands.
Internally you can’t help but be amused and a little enamoured with his sass, loving his clingy moods and the fact he’s so comfortable with you in front of his family.
But outwardly you quirk an eyebrow, Lando puffs his lips into a pout giving you big puppy eyes as he adds a soft, “please,” to his sentence.
A little laugh escapes you and you concede easily to his wishes, watching the immediate way his face relaxes. 
The TV plays low in the background as the family slowly filters through to join you lounging in the living room. Mila plays with a collection of toy cars on a mat in the middle of the carpet as you speak in soft tones with Flo and Oli as their brother dozes in your lap.
The matriarch of the family is the last to enter through the door of her living room, arms stacked high with gifts.
Adam jumps from the armchair he’d claimed, quick to help his wife with the wobbling pile. She smiles gratefully and leaves again only to reappear moments later with two boxes and a second stack.
Hearing the crinkle of paper your boyfriend's eyes flutter open and his head perks up, swivelling to face his parents as they distribute packages to the occupants around the room.
“Christmas Eve packages,” Lando informs you, “my parents have done them ever since we were kids, usually something matching just to ‘get us in the spirit’,” his explanation finishes with finger quotations, his reaction speed only barely quick enough to catch the present launched towards his face in the process. 
“And this one’s for you darling,” Cisca’s motherly tone reaches you and her warm eyes meet yours. She hands the gift to you a loving smile on her face, one you recognise all too well from the way you saw it mirrored on Lando’s daily. Watching the shy smile that plays on your lips as you flip the parcel over in your hands Lando can’t help but press a kiss to your cheek. 
“You’re one of us now baby,” he grins, noticing the surprise tracing your features. His grin morphs into a smirk as a thought flicks through his head.
Linking your fingers together he raises them up. Lips brushing against your ring finger, “only thing left now is for me to put a ring on it.”
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“Hey, bubs?”
Lando hums in response, snuggling his nose further into your neck, as if he could get any closer. His position already left half your body smothered by him. Carding your fingers rhythmically through his dark hair you continue, your voice gentle, unwilling to break the peaceful bubble you’d created within his childhood bedroom. 
“Thank you.”
His head pulls back from you, yours tilting down to meet his eyes. Lando rolls off of you but still manages to create no distance as he props himself on his side. “What for Lovey?”
Your eyes roam down his, now bare, chest to spy his plaid pyjama trousers as you are flooded with the recollection of your evening. Of how only hours before you had watched him stubbornly argue against the matching nightwear until you batted your eyes at him. Of the teasing he’d received for the quick dissolve of his resolve. Of Mila’s excitement as she placed her carefully selected carrot beside the cookies you’d helped her bake. Of Lando’s boyish grin as you dusted the crumbs of said cookies from his chin several hours later. Of the giggles shared over glasses of mulled wine and tipsy twister once the young ones were sound asleep. 
“For everything,” you eventually respond, “for inviting me to spend the holidays with you, for your family accepting me, for you loving me, for everything.” The twinkle of love in your eye shines brightly, and is returned in his as he sees the emotion take hold of you.
“You never need to thank me for loving you, Y/N L/N. It’s an honour in itself for you to allow me the pleasure of loving you. And my family agree.” His palm raises to cup against your cheek, fingers tucking a few rogue strands of hair behind your ear as his lips tenderly meet yours, plushy and perfect.
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storiesforallfandoms · 3 months
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santa's sister in law ~ bernard the elf;the santa clause
word count: 4292
request?: no
description: in which he is adamantly against the in laws coming to the north pole, until he meets santa's sister in law
pairing: bernard the elf x female!human!reader
warnings: christmas fluff, sylvia sucking a little bit but that's just canon
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Merry Christmas everyone! 🎄
a special christmas gift for @omeletdreamer 😌
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Bernard was firmly against Carol's family coming to the North Pole. He liked Carol, don't get him wrong. She was a fantastic Mrs. Claus, and he loved her idea to start an elf school at the Pole. He understood that it was hard to adjust to life at the Pole, especially while she was pregnant. But bringing outsiders there was a big no-no. They were already pushing things by letting Laura, Neil, and Lucy in on the secret of Santa.
But all of his protests fell on deaf ears. Santa wanted Carol to have her family while he was going to be busy, and the other elves just wanted Carol to be happy. It was a thousand against one. So, Santa got into his sleigh and flew to get Carol's parents while the elves fixed up the Pole to look like Canada.
"This is never going to work," Bernard said to Curtis. "There's no way they're going to think this is Canada. Even if they believe these ridiculous store signs, they'll never believe Canada is inhabited by a bunch of children."
"Can you not be so negative for once?" Curtis asked. "It'll be fine."
"We are seriously pushing it with how many people know about the Pole and Santa. You can't blame me for being stressed out over it."
"Everything will be fine, Bernard. We have a plan. We got this."
Bernard huffed a sigh and walked away. He was tired of being brushed off like this. He didn't become head elf for nothing. He knew what he was doing. If only someone would just listen to him.
As he was walking away, he heard something in the distance. He looked up to see Santa's sleigh breaching through the entrance to the Pole. He couldn't see them yet, but he imagined Carol's parents in there, asleep from Sandman's magic, expecting to wake up in "Canada". He cringed to himself. There's really no going back now.
"I need a hot cocoa," he muttered to himself.
The kitchen elves were busy baking away when Bernard walked in. Carol had told them her mom's favorite cookies so they were hard at work making a batch to welcome Mrs. Newman. They were wearing comically large chef's hats pulled down to cover their pointy ears, which made Bernard glad his hair was long enough to do that naturally.
"Hi Bernard," Abby said, giving him a bright smile upon noticing him. "Want a hot cocoa?"
"I'd love one, Abby," he responded, sitting down at one of the tables.
She rushed off to make it for him. He picked up a cookie from a plate in the middle of the table to eat while waiting. Abby returned with his hot cocoa. He blew on it, disturbing the steady steam coming from the drink. He hoped that escaping to the kitchen would give him some time to prepare for Carol's parents.
He was taking his first sip of his hot cocoa when the kitchen doors opened again and in walked Santa, Mrs. Claus and her family in tow. Bernard nearly choked on his drink.
"And here's our kitchen," Santa was saying. "Oh, and Bernard's here too! Bernard is my, uh, he's my...assistant."
Bernard tried not to roll his eyes at the title.
He reluctantly stood and plastered a smile on his face. "Hi, nice to meet you...eh."
Carol's dad shook his hand while her mom pulled him in for an embrace. Bernard wasn't prepared for a third person to approach; a young woman with a smile so beautiful it left him speechless.
"This is my sister," Carol said. "We didn't know she was coming too."
"I'm (Y/N)," the woman said. "Mom and dad mentioned they were coming for a visit, so I asked Scott if it was alright for me to tag along."
"Of course it would be alright!" Sylvia cut in. "Scott's already had Carol from us for so long, he'd never say no to bringing Carol's loving sister with us to finally see her again."
Sylvia had a smile on her face but there was venom in her words. (Y/N) cringed and tried to ignore her mother's comment. "It's really lovely here so far. I'm glad I could come."
Bernard was still tongue tied. He kept opening and closing his mouth like an idiot trying to figure out something to say. (Y/N) was watching him, waiting, while Scott and Carol shared an amused look.
"Let's show you the rest of the place," Carol said, putting an arm around her sister. "We'll meet up with Bernard again later."
(Y/N) smiled and waved goodbye as the group left the kitchen. Once they were gone, Bernard felt like he was freed from a spell. He let out a long breath and slumped back down to the table. His hot cocoa had cooled down enough that he finished the rst of it in two gulps.
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Bernard was up late that night doing his rounds of the workshop. All the other elves had left for the night, but Bernard was often the last one up making sure everything was shut down and nothing was left out of place. With the in laws visiting, he was also making sure the workshop was locked up so no one would accidentally wander in and discover everything.
He was preparing to leave when he noticed the door to the kitchen was slightly ajar. He was sure all the baker elves had left for the night, but maybe someone had stayed behind. He poked his head into the room and almost gasped aloud when he saw it was (Y/N) who was leaning against the counter, a mug of hot cocoa in her hands. She was in her pajamas, clearly preparing for bed. Bernard was about to back away and leave her be, until she looked up form her mug and caught him. She smiled and waved to him.
"Good evening, Bernard," she said.
There was no escaping now. He stepped into the kitchen and cleared his throat, trying not to seem as weird as he had earlier. He discretely made sure his ears were tucked away under his hair.
"Hi," he said. Simple, easy. You can't mess up a "hi".
"What are you doing up so late?" she asked.
"I could ask you the same thing."
She giggled. "Touché. I was having trouble sleeping so I decided to come out for a hot cocoa. That nice baker, Abby I think? She offered to make me one before she left. I was told she makes the best hot cocoa in all of the town."
"Oh, she does. She's the one you go to when you want a good hot drink made."
"She works magic, I'm sure."
Bernard tried not to let his smile falter. "You have no idea."
A silence fell over them. (Y/N) softy blew on her hot cocoa before taking a sip from it. A small trail of foam stuck to her upper lip as she pulled her mug away. Bernard couldn't stop himself from chuckling.
"What?" she asked.
"You just...you have something..." He gestured to his top lip.
She ran a thumb along her top lip, only smearing the foam more.
"Here, let me." Bernard reached up and wiped the foam off with his own thumb. He was suddenly very aware of their closeness when he looked into her eyes. Any words he could ever say were stuck in his throat yet again and he could only imagine how insane he looked, staring at her with wide eyes.
"Thank you," she said. "And thank you for having us here, too. I know it's a busy time of year for you guys. We don't mean to impose."
It took Bernard a moment to remember the story they had been telling Carol's parents: that Scott was a toy maker in Canada and that's why he would be so busy this time of year and needed someone to be there with Carol while she was pregnant.
"It's not imposition," Bernard assured her. "If anything, I think it's going to make Sa - Scott feel better to have you guys here for Carol while he's working."
(Y/N) nodded. "It's very nice of him to have us here considering how my parents tend to treat him."
Bernard thought back to the comment Sylvia had made earlier. The strained relationship between Scott and his in-laws wasn't anything new to him. Scott had mentioned it a few times before, most recently when he was voicing his concerns about bringing Bud and Sylvia to the Pole with Bernard in private. It was evident that both Newman sisters also noticed how their parents treated Scott, and it seemed neither of them were too happy with it.
"I understand why mom and dad get upset," (Y/N) continued. "One minute Carol was a proud principal at the local middle school, and then the next thing we know she's writing us to tell us she got married to a guy we've never even heard of and moved off to Canada to be with him. I mean, even I was skeptical then. But when she'd write to me about Scott and about being here, it was clear that she was so happy and she found the man of her dreams. Who are we to judge the quickness that they got married? As long as she's safe and happy, which she clearly is. But mom and dad don't see it that way. Dad is still convinced that Scott is a cult leader who stole Carol away or something."
(Y/N) paused and looked at Bernard. He had been listening as she spoke, just nodding along and not saying a word. She chuckled a little and shook her head. "Sorry, I'm rambling on about my family drama."
"No! It's-it's fine. Trust me, I've heard similar stuff from Sa - Scott."
She gave him a look. "You keep stuttering on Scott's name."
"Yeah."
He couldn't think of a better explanation besides that. He felt an unfamiliar burning sensation in his cheeks. He wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or just from being so close to her that made him feel that way. She giggled, though; a sound more beautiful than any of the twinkling bells that were often heard around the Pole.
"I'm just glad to be here," she said. "And I'm glad mom and dad can be here for when the baby is born. Maybe that will help them be a little less harsh on Scott."
She finished what was left in her mug and looked around the oversized kitchen. When Bernard realized she was probably trying to figure out where to put the dirty mug, he said, "Oh, I can take care of that for you."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. You're our guest, and I can handle this."
She smiled and passed him the mug. "Well, thanks for talking to me, Bernard. I guess I should try to sleep again."
"Goodnight, (Y/N)."
"Goodnight, Bernard." She started towards the door, but then paused to turn back to him. "I hope you're not too busy tomorrow. I'd like to spend more time with you."
His face was on fire as she left.
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For the first time in his thousands of years as the head elf, Bernard wasn't concerned with his head elf duties. Of course he was still there if Santa needed him, but he decided not to spend the entire day in the factory and to seek out (Y/N) to spend time with her. She was delighted to see him and was more than happy to accept his offer to show her around "Canada" for the day.
This became a regular occurrence for a few days. Bernard would make sure to check in often to see if he was needed, but if he wasn't he was with (Y/N). He would feel bad about taking her away from her time with her family, but it seemed her parents were more concerned with fussing over Carol than they were about all four of them spending time together. And (Y/N) also assured Bernard that she was making time for Carol and her family as well as spending time with him.
Bernard was more than well aware he was falling in love with (Y/N), and he was also more than well aware of how bad that was. Elves falling in love was nothing new; he had officiated quite a few elf weddings in his time. But falling in love with a human was out of the question. Elves were immortal, humans were not. Scott and Carol were different - upon becoming Santa and Mrs. Claus, their aging processes had slowed down considerably. They weren't completely immortal, but they weren't aging as fast as normal humans did. But that wasn't possible for a human that an elf fell in love with. Even if (Y/N) felt the same way towards Bernard, she would still continue to age while he would stay the same for the rest of time.
But he couldn't stop himself. He was falling fast and hard. Carol's due date was creeping closer, and once it came it would only be a matter of time before the Newman family would have to go back home, meaning that (Y/N) would leave and likely would not come back. That thought hurt Bernard.
Bernard was approaching where (Y/N) was staying one day when she slipped out of the house instead. He was surprised; she had never left before he had gotten there before.
As he got closer he realized that her face was tearstained.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
(Y/N) jumped and turned to look at him. "Oh, Bernard. Sorry, I didn't see you coming. Nothing's wrong."
He was about to point out that she was very obviously upset over something when the door opened again and Sylvia slipped out. She looked like she was about to say something, but she noticed Bernard and gave him a tight smile, one that he had come to learn was very much her fake smile.
"Hello, Bernard," she said. "I was just having a conversation with my daughter. We were talking about spending the day with Carol. We haven't had an all girls day since we arrived. So, unfortunately, I don't think she'll be able to spend time with you today."
"No mom," (Y/N) said. "I said I would join you later for girls time. Besides, you know Carol has an appointment with the doctor. She won't be ready till later."
Her mother was smiling but her eyes were glaring daggers into the younger Newman girl. (Y/N) held the glare before turning to Bernard and taking hold of his arm. She didn't say anything as she dragged him away. He followed anyways, wanting to get as far away from Sylvia as he could.
"God, I don't understand what is wrong with her," (Y/N) said, letting go of Bernard long enough to wipe the tears from her eyes. "I swear she just doesn't want Carol and I to be happy."
"What was she saying?" Bernard asked.
"Oh, she was going off about the fact that I spend so much time with you. Had her usual rant about Scott taking her precious daughter away from her and dad, and then said she'll be damned if she lets it happen with me too. Basically tried to guilt me into not spending time with you today by saying that Carol was upset that she didn't get to see me much, which I know isn't true because just the other day Carol was saying how happy she was that you and I were getting along."
She shook her head. "I'm so sick of it. It's like she can't wrap her head around the fact that maybe, just maybe, life is so busy here that Carol doesn't always have time to visit. It has nothing to do with Scott being manipulative or a cult leader or whatever conspiracy her and dad have cooked up on a certain day."
Bernard listened in silence. He felt bad that (Y/N) had to have these issues with her mother. Carol was hearing it all now, but he was sure (Y/N) heard much more of it when she was back home with her parents.
None of the Newmans could ever understand the way things were with Carol and Scott. They could never know why things were like this, but they likely wouldn't understand even if they knew.
Unless...
It was an idea that shocked even Bernard that he had it. Head elf of the North Pole, Santa's righthand man himself, considering such a thing? After being so against Carol's family coming to the Pole? It was preposterous. But his brain was so clouded by love for (Y/N) that he wasn't thinking proper.
"Come with me," he said. He didn't wait for an answer, just took hold of her hand and pulled her towards the workshop.
His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in hips pointed ears. He had to remind himself there was no going back. This was going to be huge, and it could likely get him into a world of trouble.
He opened the doors to the workshop and (Y/N) stepped in. She looked around in awe at the working elves, most of which were not hiding their ears as the workshop was supposed to be off limits to the Newmans. None of them seemed to notice the two of them enter, and if they did, nothing was said.
Bernard watched (Y/N), nervously waiting for her reaction.
"Is this...what I think it is?" she asked him. "No, it can't be. I must be dreaming. I fell and hit my head and now I'm in a coma having a very vivid dream that all of these small people who are supposed to be Canadians have pointed ears like they're elves."
When she looked over at him, Bernard had taken off his hat and allowed his ears to peak out from under his hair.
"I've lost it," she decided.
"You haven't," he assured her. "All of this is real. It's why Carol hasn't been able to visit as much, or why you couldn't visit until now. Look, there's so much to know about all of this. So much that I want to tell you but technically I can't because there are strict rules about humans knowing about the North Pole."
(Y/N) had another quick moment of shock that she was able to very quickly recover from. "Rules that you're currently breaking by showing me...Santa's workshop. By admitting that you're an elf, these are all elves...oh my God, my sister is Mrs. Claus."
"It is all very complicated," he said. "But you deserve to know that Carol is truly happy here. She's not being held against her will, Santa isn't manipulative or holding her captive. He loves her so much that he risked you and your parents finding out about him - about us - so that all of you could be here for her while she's pregnant."
(Y/N) still seemed to be stunned. She looked around the bustling factory again, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Wait," she said. "But...if you all went through so much to make us think this was Canada, to keep who Scott is a secret...then why are you telling me now?"
Because I love you. Because I want you to stay. Because I want to be with you more than anything, even though I know that will never happen.
"Because I want you to know the truth," he replied. "About all of this. About...about me."
She was looking at him. He didn't know what else to say, so he just looked back. He waited for an answer. He willed her to say something, anything.
She didn't say anything, though. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed Bernard. It was quick, almost hesitant, and when she pulled away she looked embarrassed.
"Sorry," she said. "I...should I have done that? I should've asked first. Was it okay that I did that?"
He smiled. "It was more than okay."
"Okay. I'm...I'm going to do it again, if that's still okay."
Bernard chuckled and moved in to kiss (Y/N) first. He had only ever kissed one person before - when he was young one of the other elves had gave him a quick peck on the lips and ran away afterwards. Not exactly something glamorous or anything like that. So he was a little worried about whether or not he was a good kisser. Although, something felt so natural about kissing (Y/N), like he could never do it wrong even if he tried.
He paused when he realized a slight hush had fallen over the workshop. He and (Y/N) pulled away to see that all the working elves had stopped what they were doing to look at the two of them.
"Back to work!" Bernard commanded. They all quickly fell back into what they had been doing before. "Bunch of gossips, all of them. Everyone in town will know about this by nightfall."
"I don't blame them. I'd assume it's not every day that they see an elf kissing a human."
He chuckled. "No, I guess not."
They decided to step out of the workshop to talk more in private. (Y/N) looped her arm through Bernard's as they walked, a gesture that suddenly felt much more intimate than it had before.
"I guess it goes without saying that I can't tell anyone about this," she said. "Not even my parents."
"No. Which I know is a big ask, but we can't have the secret of Santa going around," Bernard explained.
"Not like anyone would believe me. They'd think I was crazy if I went home talking about how my brother in law is Santa and how I started crushing on one of his elves. They'd sent me to an institute for sure."
Bernard smiled at her word choice. So she had liked him this whole time, too. Had it been obvious? Or had she been trying to contain it just as much as he did?
"How...would things work...for us then?" she asked.
It was the question he was dreading. The one he continued to ask himself despite knowing the answer to: it wouldn't. He couldn't let (Y/N) hold on to him when she left the Pole. She'd likely never see him again, which was for the best.
Seeing the look on his face, (Y/N) stopped. "No, do not tell me it's not going to work."
"It can't work, (Y/N). There's too much complications between a human and an elf being romantically linked. It's never happened before, and for good reason."
"There's a first for everything."
He shook his head. "No, there can't be a first for this. I can't let you throw away any other romantic opportunities you have for me. We may never see each other after this visit."
"My sister is married to Santa. There's no way I'm not coming back after this. And besides, long distance relationships are a thing."
"This one would be...very long distance."
She slid her arm from his and took his hand in hers. "I'm willing to try. I like you too much to give up without a fight."
Every rational part of his brain was screaming for him to stop. He could not let things go further. It was better for her if they ended everything after that first kiss and went hteir separate ways.
But the less rational part of his brain was louder than the rest, telling him not to give up this chance at happiness outside of work. He deserved to love and to be loved, just like anyone else in the world. If it worked for Scott, it had to work for him too, right?
He sighed and squeezed her hands. "It won't be easy."
"I don't expect it to be."
"You won't be able to be here a lot unless you're willing to give up everything the way Carol did."
"That's fine, we can make that work."
"And if you do end up coming here permanently, you can't tell anyone who I really am, or who Scott and Carol really are. You'll have to lie to everyone in your life. Is that something you can be okay with?"
(Y/N) stepped closer to him so that their noses were nearly touching. "I'm already lying about Scott and Carol. What's one more lie about the man I love?"
Love.
It was enough for him to abandon all hope at resisting her. He closed the space between them, kissing her again so passionately that it made her head spin. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, while he wrapped his arms around her waist.
He could've kissed her forever. He could've stood there, wrapped around her and her wrapped around him, the cold nipping at them but barely bothering them, forever. He wanted to take this moment and freeze it, to never have to go back to his busy life as Santa's right hand elf ever again.
But she pulled away first, resting her forehead against his.
"I did promise my mom a girl's day," she said with a sigh. "And I think if I blow her off for this, she'll probably actually kill me."
"I guess I'll have to let you go then."
But he didn't, and she didn't let go of him. They laughed and kissed again.
It would be another several minutes before he would finally (and reluctantly) let her go.
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i-heart-slashers · 3 months
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You look up at the four of them holding out gifts for you with expressions ranging from sheepish to expectant. Somehow, each of the boys had gotten you a gift, and the rules of Secret Santa had descended into anarchy.
The boys, quickly seeing each other holding gifts, started to argue or, in David's case, quip dryly that he didn't listen to the rules. Dwayne stood silently, watching as Paul and Marko swatted at each other. 
"Wait, so which one of you actually picked my name?" You ask, hand on hips, realizing you should have known this would happen; your boyfriends weren't known for playing by the rules.
"I did," Dwayne sighs, rolling his eyes as Marko and Paul knock into him during their childish squabble.
Quickly taking all their gifts before a full-out brawl started, you kissed each of your boyfriends before handing David his present as you had pulled his name. "Sorry, I haven't got the rest of you a gift," I say sadly, feeling bad.
The boys go quiet at my tone until Paul comes over and wraps an arm around my shoulders. "... I can think of another gift you can give me." He grins flirtily as the other boys laugh at him.
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im-a-marvel-ous-hoe · 4 months
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Baby, Please Come Home | Bucky Barnes (1st Day of 🎄)
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Hello hello hello! Alondra here! I haven’t written anything in a long time, so I apologize if this is shit lol I’m doin a 12 days of Christmas sort of thing and I’m praying that this doesn’t flop 😅
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“Merry Christmas, doll.” I heard Bucky’s voice through the phone, his tone in a slightly higher pitch than usual. I smiled to myself as I sat down on the couch, startling Alpine for a moment as she was just starting to fall asleep. She yawned and stretched out her little white paws in front of me, her claws peaking out as she started to climb onto my lap. The princess has spoken. Looks like I’m gonna be stuck here for a little while.
“Merry Christmas, Bucky.” I spoke. The realization that we’re not spending Christmas together this year comes fluttering to the front of my mind no matter how much I've tried to ignore it these past few weeks. The only sense of warmth I have of him in our house is some old shirts he left behind and our baby Alpine. She’s quiet and craves cuddles, just like her dad. “It uh… it doesn’t sound as good on the phone as I was hoping than in person, does it?” He chuckled out, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. I shook my head, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see me. “No, it does not.” I replied, clutching my phone close to my ear trying to imagine that he’s here right in front of me and his voice isn’t so staticy.
“You want to say hi to Alpine? She’s right here.” I looked down at the small animal on my lap as my hand began softly scratching her head. “Of course I do! Put her on.” I placed my phone on the arm rest and pressed the speaker button on my screen. “You’re on speaker, baby.” I heard him shuffling on the other end of the line before speaking up. “Alpine? You there?” The cat’s ears turned up and looked towards my phone. “You takin’ good care of your momma?”
She stood up and leaned closer to my phone, inspecting it. It’s like I could see the cogwheels in her head turn as she wondered how she could hear her dad’s voice if he wasn’t here. “She’s been keeping me company.” I smiled and heard him laugh on the other end. “Really?” He said. I could almost picture him smiling. “Yeah! We’re best buddies now. We have so many intellectual conversations.”
“I can’t wait to see it in person. I gotta get Sam to help me figure out how to take a video so I can just do it without messing up when I get home.” I chuckled at the thought of poor Sam having to deal with Bucky’s lack of phone knowledge and the constant bickering they’re bound to have. I swear, sometimes he really does act like a 100-somethin’ year old man. “Sergeant Barnes, you are something else.”
“Hey, you know I still have trouble understanding! I didn’t grow up with this kind of thing.”
“Then how is it that my grandmother is able to figure out Facebook better than you?” I laughed as he grumbled. “Your grandma had more time to figure it out! It’s not my fault she’s hip.”
I could just imagine what his face looks like right now. His eyebrows are probably scrunched up, his gaze is on the floor and his lips are pouty and just waiting to be kissed. I let out a chuckle and looked around our house. The decorations were put up soon after Thanksgiving. We played Christmas music in the background as we both decorated our tree, Alpine seeming to think this is another place for her to climb and make hers. Once Bucky put the star on top, everything just felt perfect, even though I knew I wouldn’t see him on the day of. “I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to be there this year.” He said. “I tried my best to – ”
“Bucky, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I completely understand. Our line of work doesn’t exactly allow us to have vacations, sort to speak. I’m not holding it against you.”
“I know, doll, but still. I thought I would at least be home for Christmas.”
“I know, baby, I know but there’s nothing else we can do about it. We’re in two different places and flights are backed up, so I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we’ve got.” I could feel tiny vibrations on my leg as Alpine purred against me, my hand not stopping to show her love. She seems content. He sighed and spoke up once again. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
I smiled. “I know you will.”
He cleared his throat as if he was trying to mask the sound of something. “Bucky… was that.. were you in a – ”
“Baby, did you get the thing that I sent you yet?” He cut me off as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Um.. no, no I haven’t. I haven’t gotten anything.” He let out a groan. “No? Are you sure? FedEx promised me it would arrive in time for Christmas.” Alpine leaned in closer to my hand as I scratched the top of her head. “Doll, can you please do me a favor and keep an eye out for it? It could be arriving any minute.” I smiled to myself as I nodded. “Okay, I will.”
“I wanna hear as you see what I got you for Christmas.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Bucky, you know I will love whatever you got me, but what I really want is you and I don’t think FedEx can send people over like that.” He let out a laugh. “Maybe they’d let me if Steve was to put in a good word.”
“You’re such an idiot.” I laughed and Alpine stirred in my lap, a quiet reminder for me to not move or else she’s gone and she’s the only thing in this house keeping me company. I could hear him huffing on the other line as I tried to figure out what he’s doing. “Bucky?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are you?”
“What do you mean where am I? You know where I’m at.”
“No, I mean are you outside? I could hear you huffin’ and puffin’. Are you trying to keep warm?”
“Maybe there’s another reason why you can hear me breathin’ so hard. I’m talkin’ to a pretty girl on the phone and she misses me just as much as I miss her.”
I stayed silent for a moment as I processed his words and gasped. You cheeky little fucker. “James!” My outburst along with Bucky’s laugh startled Alpine once more as she got up and left. “No! Kitty come back!” I could hear him practically wheezing in the background as she left to God knows where in our house. “What happened?”
“You made me scare Alpine out of my lap!” I whined as he continued to laugh at my expense. “Hey, you were the one who got the joke late and yelled, scaring our poor baby Alpine! That’s not my fault!”
“It is too! If you hadn’t made that joke, I wouldn’t have reacted that way!” I’m sure my face must be red from embarrassment as he continued on. “And to answer your question, with no hidden dirty jokes, I went out for a walk. I couldn’t stay in that hotel with Sam trying to find ways to decorate my arm with holiday decorations. Note to self, don’t let Sam buy tinsel and say it’s for the “tree at the Stark Tower”.”
I smiled at the thought of Steve being in the middle of these two teasing each other like children and not knowing which side he should take. Hearing his voice, even if it’s not crystal clear, makes me forget for a moment that he’s not here. There’s almost this sort of echo in the house that really makes you feel like you’re alone. It still breaks my heart, but I wouldn’t tell him to make him feel even worse about it. He’s trying his best and that’s all I could really hope for.
But I do wish he was here. Wherever Bucky goes, that’s home.
“Hey, I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say that you didn’t take the trash cans in like I asked you to.”
I was silent for a moment as I thought about what he said. “You didn’t, did you?” I shook my head and spoke. “Um no, I’m pretty sure I did.” I tried to lie and pretend like I didn’t forget, which in fact I know I did.
“Oh, really? Hmm… are you sure? ‘Cause something is telling me that you forgot.” I smiled and leaned back more into the couch and got comfortable. “I know I tend to be forgetful, but I’m pretty sure I already took them in.” I heard him chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll believe you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, baby..”
“Trying to put the guilt trip on me even when you’re not here, baby?” I laughed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “I’m just stating the facts.. oh, hey, one second! I’m getting another call. I’ll be right back.” I waited for him as he placed me on hold and began to browse through Netflix to look for some good Christmas films to watch.
Before I could go to my suggestion list, I heard the doorbell ring.
“Weird, wrong number…” I heard his voice once again as he took me off hold. “Hey, I just heard the doorbell ring.” I spoke as I went to stand up. “It’s probably FedEx. Go check it out and take me with you!” I stood up, grabbed my phone and went to go and find a sweater to quickly put on. “Just uh do me a favor.” He requested. “Sure, baby. What is it?”
“I know you’re lonely at home, but try not to check out the delivery man too much, okay? Even if he is very handsome.” I laughed and shook my head. “Ohh, I don’t know Barnes. I gotta see what kind of a package I’m lookin’ at here.” I joked as he laughed. I walked over to the front door and opened it. My body stood still as my phone fell out of my hands.
“Delivery, for Mrs. – ” Before he could even finish the sentence, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. I could feel and hear him laughing against me as his arms embraced me tighter into him. I could feel the cold air from outside come into the house, but I didn’t care. He was warm and he was standing at our doorstep.
He pulled me back so he could look at me and I could see a sheen of tears in his baby blues as he leaned down for a kiss. Both hands cupped my cheeks as he held me in place, his cold lips meeting my own. He’s grown out his stubble and it lightly tickled my top lip. I reached my hands up to tug at his hair and felt him smile against me as soft moans of content left his mouth. He pulled away too soon for my liking and looked down at me and laughed.
“Did ya miss me, doll?” I pulled him in for another kiss as he mumbled against my lips. “I can hardly tell.” His metal hand moved a strand of hair away from my face as he continued to smile at me. “But… how are you here? You’re supposed to be in – ”
“I know I know but we managed to finish the mission early and catch a flight. Turns out, Steve doesn’t mind using the Captain America card to get on a plane while running late.” He chuckled. He rubbed small circles on my cheek as I leaned into him. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too.” He leaned in to grant me one more kiss before pulling away to make a comment. “I know it seems hard to believe, but I made you a promise that I will try to be home for Christmas and I keep my promises… unlike someone I know who didn’t bring in the trash cans.”
Fuck…
“Oops? You’re not upset, right?” I asked as he shook his head. “No, baby I’m not upset. I could care less about them. I’ve just gone and gave myself the best present a guy could ask for… the love of his life, crying and cheeks reddened in his arms, clinging to him with all the might they can muster..” He laughed as he held me against him.
“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere… now let’s get inside, get a warm drink and see if we can warm ourselves up with each other.” He winked as I playfully slapped his arm. “Let’s go surprise Alpine.”
“Ahh! That’s right!” He walked in and yelled out. “Alpine? Daddy’s home! Where are you sweetheart?” I closed the door behind us and smiled at the thought of him finally being home. He took off his jacket just as she came out from wherever she was hiding. He crouched down as she walked up to welcome him home. “Hey, you. Ya missed me?” He chuckled as he looked up at me.
“Doll?”
“Yeah?” He smiled up at me, his cheeks rosy as he uttered, “Merry Christmas.”
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moonlit-imagines · 3 months
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“Y/N, you wanna know what’s easier than baking? Rocket science.” Tony fussed as he wiped down his shirt after getting ingredients splattered on him.
“Dad, wanna know what’s easier than rocket science? Cracking an egg.” You started picking eggshells from the bowl and laughed to yourself. “I hope you like crunchy cookies.”
“We’ll give this batch to Steve, it’ll be our little secret.” Tony wiped his hands and continued to help you, trying to be much more cautious with the ingredients as he picked up the flour and dropped it in the bowl, causing some to puff back up into his face.
“This is the training round, dad.” You assured him as he blinked the white powder off his eyelashes. “Maybe Happy can step in for you and you can just decorate the cookies.”
“Good idea.”
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the-offside-rule · 4 months
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Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - The Little Things
Day 10 of Christmas
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Y/n had been sat at her desk in Woking for hours working on her assignment. She was jetlagged from having to come back from Baku the night before but she was too much behind these assignments that she had to bite the bullet and just finish them all. Christmas had always been the worst with assignments. It's like every subject decided to put their assignments up just for fun. She sighed and looked down at the desk, before she couldn't see anything for a moment. "Hello, missus." Oscar grinned as he covered his girlfriend's eyes with his free hand. Y/n giggled and reached to move his hand, looking pack and pouting her lips for a kiss, which Oscar of course did. "How's your assignment going?" He asked. Y/n groaned and looked back to her laptop. "This is such bollocks. Easily the worst assignment they have ever given me."
"I'm sorry, love." He said, kissing her hair. "You want hot chocolate or something?" He asked. "That's put me right to sleep. That's the last thing I need." She groaned. "I'd appreciate a coffee or a red bull though." She smiled. "You know I'm sponsored by Monster now, right?" She chuckled. "And you know we met through me being at the Red Bull hospitality." He rolled his eyes playfully. "Alright, alright. I'll get you a coffee, missus."
After a few minutes, Y/n realised there was a gentle smell of cinnamon and apples floating around her room. She looked around and saw the various candles she and Oscar had bought lit and set up in different places on shelves. She must have been so busy she didn't notice him doing it. She smiled and got back to her work, but that only lasted a few minutes before Oscar came back with a tray full of stuff and humming along to 'Felix Navidad' in his head. "Oscar, what's this?" She asked as he set the tray down next to her and began offloading it. "So, I have a hot coffee for you. Then I have a few snacks, a hot water bottle and of course, a bottle of iced cold water. Just so you have more time to study instead of coming out to get them." Y/n smiled at him and pecked his cheek. "You're the best, my love." Y/n said, caressing his cheek. "Love you. I'm gonna head now and let you do your thing. I might hop onto Call of Duty with Logan or something." He said. "I love you Oscar."
A few hours had passed and Y/n had finally finished the assignment in its entirety. She stood up and grabbed the wrappers and her mug to bring them out to the kitchen. She had dumped her wrappers and placed her mug in the dishwasher when she peaked into the living room at Oscar panned out on the sofa with Logan on his phone, still playing, don't you know. She smiled and walked over, lifting the phone to see the American looking oh so bored without his aussie friend to keep him company.
"Hi, Logan." Y/n smiled. "Hey. Oscar said you were studying." Logan replied, setting his controller down and talking to Y/n. "Jusr had some work to catch up on. I take it he's been out a while?" She asked. Logan chuckled and then confirmed her theory. "Well, if its all the same with you, I'm going to hang up and bring him to bed." Y/n said. She and Logan bid their goodbyes before she hung up and turned off the PlayStation and gently awoke Oscar. "Oh, you're finished." Oscar smiled as he saw her angelic face in front of her. "I am. So, ready for bed?" She asked. "Oh, I thought you would never ask."
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xxdreamersdesirexx · 3 months
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Imagine decorating a Christmas tree together with your taller F/O, and they pick you up to help you decorate the top of it.
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Imagine decorating a Christmas tree together with your smaller F/O and you pick them up to help them decorate the top of it.
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carpenoctxrn · 4 months
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Simon Riley x AFAB Reader (GN Pronouns)
Synopsis: Christmas Sex with ghost because tis the season of giving.....
DISCLAIMER: 18+ content and is meant for mature adults.
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simon had gotten back from shoveling snow out of their driveway. his arms were cold but the ache he felt a few minutes ago disappeared. the smell of cinnamon, sweet cookies, and delicious food that was set out had replenished his stamina.
simon and his darling were getting ready for dinner at his darlings friends house. it snowed a bit during the last few hours so he went to shovel the snow while his darling added garnishes to the four dishes they were taking. that was twenty minutes ago. the snow wasn't that settled so he was able to finish it in a record time. his darling was unaware of his presence as their voice seemed to hum along to the record playing christmas songs from the past.
simon stared at his darling intently admiring their beauty. the feeling of how domesticate it seems to see them preparing a meal for them to share. their darling was wearing a ankle length slit velvet dress with a sweetheart neckline that he bought as a small gift. their neck adorned with expensive 24k gold necklace, their hand a bit heavy with all the gold and diamond rings that. some they bought and most simon gifted.
simons heart skiped a beat once he saw their darling let out their hair from the small impormptu bun they had their hair in. he loved how their hair cascaded down their back. and he most certainly loved how they were looking at their reflection in the window across from the kitchen island to carefully style the strands in front of their face.
simons darlings hands looked so perfect as they brought it up to their own lips. dusting of some cookie crumbs from their pouty and juicy pudge of flesh that was painted the perfect rosy color.
simon saw his darlings face quickly dawn in realisation as they turned around and opened the cupboard right behind them. simon custom made his kitchen with his own bare hands and he decided that wanted some cupboards that reached all the way up to their 7 and a half feet ceiling. unfortunately for his darling who was not blessed with his height, they struggled frequently.
simon watched endearingly as his darling regardless of wearing some 3 or more inch heels struggled to reach a golden tin that was meant to be filled with apple and cinnamon cake. their darling was just 8 or so inches short of reaching the tin.
simon then slowly walks behind their darling. in the beginning of their relationship if he did this he was met with a gasp and a "you scared me si, dont do that again." but now? he couldn't startle you. your body was always aware of his 6ft something stature and his radiator type body heat.
"si can you help me get the gold tin please?" you would ask him so sweetly as he came behind you. his body engulfing your figure as you turn around to face him. simon's hard body, clad in a khaki cargo pants, black button up, and denim jacket pressed against your soft body as he stretched his hands to grab the tin you asked him for.
as simon hands his darling the tin, his darling grabs it with one hand and kisses his lips while murmuring a small thank you. his sly and cheeky darling who was purposely making the kiss deeper as they slowly drapped their arms around his neck so their hands can tangle themselves in his hair. their darling who begins slowly by teasingly adding in their tongue to his mouth. letting him taste the gingerbread cookie they had a while ago.
simon knowing exactly where this would lead to tries to push away but is instead met with his darling biting his lip. just a subtle tug of their teeth with his chapped but delicious lip in between their teeth.
"we can be a few minutes late," his darling coyly tried to tempt him but simon knows better. he knows that they never busy themselves for a few minutes.
"just let me make you feel good, please." his sweet darling begs as they slowly flip him against the counter while kissing his neck. his darlings fingers working to unbutton his pants and unzip them also.
he wants to say no but simon knows he truly wouldn't mean it. especially when you are on your knees already while palming him through his grey Calvin Klein Boxers. locking eyes while a cheshire smile as you bit your lips.
simon felt stuck to this moment. as domesticate as it felt two minutes ago it feels enchantingly homey now. especially you, his darling, taking out his semi hard dick like it was your. which it was. he knew it and so did his precious darling.
it was so natural when his darling began slowly sucking only simon's tip. enjoying the taste of his addicting pre-cum and the feeling of his heavy dick on their tongue.
simon so far only sighed in content before patting his darlings head. his hands applying pressure when his darling began slowly swallowing his girth and length down their throat. he felt the warmth and wetness of his darlings mouth and he groaned out in satisfaction.
simons darling had their right hand at the base of his 9 inch dick while the other was used to stabilize themselves on his thighs. his darling knew exactly how to suck him dry. the spit from where their mouth was open around his cock allowed it to run down his veiny shaft, lubricating enough for his darling to slowly jack his base off.
simon after a few more seconds of sucking and pumping his base his darling pulled back from his length just enough to slam their mouth down to his length. taking even more of him inside their mouth.
"fuckin' hell darling, you really er' keen on makin' me feel good." simon groans out with a hefty moan at the ends. his accent heavier than normal and a blessing to his darlings ears. sending jolts of pleasure coursing through their back as simons darling moans on his dick as they continue sucking him off.
the sight simon saw below him had left him breathless. not because his darling was letting their spit dribble down to his balls as one hand pumped his base and the other fondle his heavy balls so sweetly. it was because his darlings lipstick has smudged just a bit. their dress was sprawled around their figure as they arched their back just a bit. the cleavage around his darlings breasts had him groaning a bit louder.
"i want to taste your cum si," requested breathlessly simons darling sweetly as they looked up at him with that face but with the expression he loved the most. the cock drunk expression. where his darling's eyes are half lidded and teary, their hair tousled a bit, their cheeks a tab bit more rosy and most importantly the tone of their voice. his darling who was confident in asking him for everything suddenly feels so helpless that they beg him for his cock. beg him to fuck their throat with his dick.
"then you better open wide angel" simon spoke heavily as he positioned himself. his darling took his cock and put it in their mouth only for a second before simon pushed himself in with no hesitation. taking as much of his length as you did the only word to describe the situation at hand was either as mouthful or stuffed.
his rutting never faltered and with a free hand simons darling couldnt help but continuously rub the little nub of pleasure that was between their legs. their mind going blank at the pleasure of simons dick rubbing the dangly thing in the back of their throat (quoting Cardi B). but also the stimulation of their fingers making their eyes turn back. a tell tale sign that they are dumb on pleasure.
"unh- ya like that don't you my pretty little angel" groans out simon as he catches sight of where his darlings hands were. "ya're gonna come with my cock deep *thrust* down *thrust* ya pretty *thrust* throat *thrust* huh?"
with those words simons darling cums on their fingers. jerkings forward just enough to take even more of him inside their throat. the certain sensation of a narrower, deeper canal got simon off guard and his heavy balls took that as an opportunity to be emptied down his darlings throat.
simons loud moan and soft jutting of his hips against his darlings mouth began to slow down. his darling finally focusing their eyes on simon with a tearful eyes and a smile on their face.
"how did I taste?" teased simon as he helped his darling to their height.
"I wouldn't know," replied simons darling.
simon cocked his head a bit in confusion and before his common sense could make sense of it their darlin replied.
"you were so down my throat si, that it just shot itself down my throat without letting me taste it." his darling said with a pout.
"why don't cha go and clean up a bit," simon spoke softly while putting a hair behind their angels face.
"but i want a kiss first," spoke out simons darling so softly with pleading eyes that simon just had to entangle his lips on theirs. he tasted his own scent on their tongue and ge groaned at the flavor. his lips pulling and sucking on her tongue as it stretched it out their mouth and out into the open. letting the spit drip down their chin once again.
"i'll wait for you in the truck." simon spoke as he left his darling breathless in the kitchen while he packed the dishes to take to the party in their ford tacoma. making sure to grab the gold tin and packing the apple cake in it also.
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jaemsljn · 1 year
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Snow on Concrete | LHC
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SUMMARY: You and Donghyuck had been on bad terms for many years now, even though you share a friend group. Your opinion of him is thrown of its axis, however, when you pull his name for Secret Santa. It seems your friend group had finally gotten sick of the tension between the two of you. Can you both get over your pride for the sake of Christmas? Or does it run too deep?
A/N: this is part of a series of fics I'm going to release leading up to Christmas!! I'm very excited its gonna be each nct dream member in a different christmas/winter scenario.. and I'm going to post a prompt list so you can request for other non dream members as well!! I hope you guys enjoy!!
PAIRING: haechan x gn!reader
WORD COUNT: 7121
GENRE: kinda angsty? enemies to lovers vibes, fluff at the end
WARNINGS: cursing, mark refers to reader as man and dude but that's just bc it’s mark reader isn’t actually gendered, mentions your grandma passing in childhood, I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything!
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You weren’t quite sure the exact moment your years of not quite silent dislike for Donghyuck began, all you know is that it’s been lingering in the air for what seems like forever now. It didn’t help that you shared a friend group, meaning you had little to no chance of avoiding him.
You tried to like the boy, you really did. There was just something about how cocky he was, that stupid smirk he was always wearing, the color of his dumb eyes, and the way his voice sounded like a melody everytime he spoke that made you annoyed by his presence.
That’s why when Renjun informs you that Donghyuck’s going to be present when you guys hang out tonight you’re half tempted to say no.
“You’re being dramatic. It’s not gonna be that bad.” Renjun scolds as he practically drags you out the door to his car.
“Jun, I know you think it’s not that bad but the whole time we’re in a room together I can feel him quietly simmering at my very existence.”
Renjun chuckles at your dramatics, well used to this weird rivalry between you two.
“It’s not like he’s the only one! You give him nothing to work with, y/n. Do you expect him to be nothing but kind and friendly to you when you clearly don’t like him? Besides, he’s really not as bad as you think he is. You just have to give him a chance.”
You fight the urge to roll your eyes at your far too optimistic friend and instead elect to just take pause as you hop into his passenger seat, closing the door behind you. When Renjun is in the car and beginning to start the ignition you continue the conversation.
“I’ve tried to like him I really have! There’s just something about him that irks me. And it’s not as one sided as you guys make it seem he’s said shitty stuff to me too. Even when he doesn’t say anything to me he’s always glaring at me like I just took out his entire family and burnt down his house.”
“I think you just take everything he does too personally if i’m honest with you, y/n. He doesn’t have this vendetta against you that you seem to think he does. Seriously. He’s never once said anything bad about you when you’re not around.”
You laugh sarcastically at his words, “I find that very hard to believe.”
Renjun sighs at your stubbornness and seems to give up on the conversation. He turns the radio up and you silently look out the window, feeling a little guilty.
The drive passes by somewhat quickly, not another word being exchanged between you and your friend.
When Renjun has finished parking you take a deep calming breath and get out of the car. You begin slowly walking towards Mark’s apartment, leaving enough time for Renjun to catch up to you before you make it to the door.
He rings the buzzer for Mark to let you in and sighs, yet again, before turning to speak to you.
“Will you please just try to get along with him? It’s almost christmas.”
You consider for a moment before relenting.
“Fine. But if he says something rude to me I’m not gonna just take it.”
“That’s fine. I’m not asking you to let him walk all over you. I’m just asking you to attempt civility for the sake of the holiday.”
As Renjun finishes his sentence the door buzzes open and you both begin your ascent up the stairs to Mark’s apartment.
The moment you knock at Mark’s door it swings open to reveal Donghyuck. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
“Hey Hyuck.”
Donghyuck and Renjun pull eachother into some sort of bro hug and exchange greetings. You stand there, admittedly slightly uncomfortable, as you wait for the two boys to finish their moment. 
When Donghyuck and Renjun turn to you you have to physically suppress the urge to frown at the aforementioned boy. Instead, you give him what hopefully looks like a polite smile. 
He, in return, maintains a completely stoic expression and turns to walk into the apartment. So much for civility.
You look to Renjun with an eyebrow raised as to say Do you see what i’m fucking talking about? 
But he just shakes his head and turns on his heels to enter the apartment. You let out one more self pitying sigh before quietly closing the door and walking into Mark’s apartment.
Mark’s place isn’t the biggest but it’s quite cozy. It’s in the middle of all of your guys’ places so you always end up hanging out here. 
You walk further in and are met by the man in question standing in the kitchen grabbing a large amount of cups to assumingely get drinks for everybody.
“Oh shit! Hey dude! I’m glad you could make it. You mind helping me with all this?” 
“Of course. I’m glad I could make it too I haven’t seen you in weeks.”
Mark smiles at your response, nodding sympathetically.
“Exams have been rough, man. We all missed you though! Why didn’t you come hang with us last weekend?” You silently begin helping mark pull down cups for the drinks as you continue your conversation.
“I was finishing up an essay for my english class. I missed you guys too though.”
Mark makes a face of realization where he stands at the fridge grabbing a diet coke for Donghyuck.
“Oh shit, yeah I think Hyuck mentioned that. Aren’t you guys in the same english class?”
You nod awkwardly. You did have the same english class, but, you’d never actually spoken to him in it.
“Well that sucks, man. I don’t know why she gave you guys an assignment so close to break. Uh, can you just grab those few drinks and i’ll carry these ones?”
You respond affirmatively and grab the few drinks Mark couldn’t carry and follow him towards the living room. As you walk in you overhear the end of a conversation. 
Jeno is saying something about how who you assume is Donghyuck is “completely hopeless” based off the fact Donghyuck mutters a quick “fuck off” before they hear you and Mark enter and they suddenly get quiet.
“Hey! Look who the cat dragged in.” Jaemin is the first to speak. Jumping up to help you with the drinks before pulling you into a hug. 
When you pull away Jeno is right behind him pulling you into another hug, greeting you as he does.
Then comes Chenle and Jisung doing so as well. When you’ve finally been passed around the room to all the boys that hadn’t greeted you yet you grab the free seat in between Chenle and Jisung on Mark’s tiny loveseat. Jaemin and Jeno are squeezed together on an arm chair that’s definitely made for one person. Jaemin is sitting more so on Jeno than the chair in a very typical Jaemin fashion.
Renjun and Donghyuck are on the couch, Mark coming to sit next to Donghyuck, handing him his coke as he does.
Chatter immediately fills the space, everybody lamenting about the exams they had just finished.
You get sidetracked in a conversation with Jisung about the newest Marvel movie that’s just been released when suddenly Mark is standing up and clapping his hands to gather everybody’s attention.
Donghyuck scoffs, “What is this a middle school assembly?”
The fact you have to hold back a laugh makes you somehow hate his presence even more. It seems the boy notices the fact you found him amusing because when you look up at him, barely contained giggle still present on your lips he simply smirks and looks back at Mark.
“Shut the fuck up, Hyuck. Anyways, i’ve made the executive decision that we’re gonna do secret santa. Nobody has the money to buy everybody gifts so this’ll be way easier on our wallets. I already have all the names ready so everybody come up one at a time and i’ll give you a random name.”
Jaemin is the first to stand, making grabby hands at Mark, who had at some point gotten out a bunch of folded pieces of paper from god knows where. 
Mark gives Jaemin a slip of paper and announces that everybody should wait until we all have a name to look at them.
One by one everybody receives a name. You’re the last to go. You get your paper and sit back down at your spot on the loveseat. 
Mark takes his spot back next to Donghyuck and tells everybody to look at their paper.
You slowly unfold the slip.
Motherfucker.
Written in black inc on the paper is the name you had wanted to avoid the most.
Donghyuck <3
And to add insult to injury Mark had put a little heart next to his name, almost as if he knew you’d be the one receiving it. That asshole.
You look up at the owner of the name on your paper and are shocked to find him already looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face. You avert your gaze embarrassed that you were caught looking at him and instead choose to pester Jisung to tell you who he got, trying to ignore that the entire time you can feel  Donghyuck’s gaze burning into the side of your head.
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“Jeno seriously! Just trade me! Just this once! I’ll do whatever you want!” You whine at Jeno from the passenger seat of his car. Renjun was staying late at Mark’s so Jeno offered to give you a ride home.
Jaemin laughs from the backseat clearly amused at your suffering.
“Jaemin… please… remember when I wrote your english essay for you? Remember that? Remember how kind and generous I was for doing that for you? Hm?”
Jaemin laughs even harder when you turn your begging to him.
“Neither of us are gonna trade you, y/n. This is kinda hilarious.” You almost hit Jeno for his love of your misery but decide not to just incase it made him accidentally crash the car you were all in. Well. On second thought, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
“Why did I have to pick his name? The universe hates me. What am I even gonna get him?”
Jaemin cannot seem to stop laughing at your misery. You throw a sharp glare at him which only doubles his clear glee.
“We’re not even supposed to know who you picked, yet you want us to also help you find a gift? Seems a little fucked up don’t you think, babe?”
“First of all, don’t call me babe when you’re laughing at my agony, Na Jaemin. Second of all, I know nothing about Donghyuck’s interests I seriously need help guys.”
The last time you’d heard Donghyuck talk about any of the things he likes it had been years ago and he wasn’t event talking to you. You’d just happened to hear him mention to Mark that he wanted this new playstation game that was coming out. There was no way he still wanted it or didn’t already have it.
“Um, I think he’s into music right now? He’s been mentioning this one band a lot but I don’t remember what they’re called.”
God bless Jeno for giving you something to work with.
“Okay, I can do something with that. Lemme check his social media.”
You pull out your phone and open twitter. You quickly locate his account in your recently searched.
You begin scrolling through his tweets desperately looking for anything mentioning a band or singer.
“Got it!” you pause, sending Jeno a wry glance, “Michael Jackson? Seriously, Jeno? You couldn’t remember Michael Jackson? And you thought he was a band?”
Jeno just shrugs at you and looks back to the road.
“Wasn’t he into collecting vinyls for awhile? Does he have Michael Jackson ones? That would be a good gift, right?”
“Oh yeah and you know nothing about his interests, right?” Jaemin responds with a teasing lilt to his voice.
“Ignoring Jaemin, yes he is still into collecting vinyls and no I don’t think he has any Michael Jackson ones.” Thank the lord.
“He doesn’t. He gave me a quote unquote vinyl haul at the apartment the other day and he didn’t have any Michael Jackson ones.” Jaemin answers, finally deciding to be helpful.
“Alright. I can work with that. This will be fine.” You say more to yourself than to the boys.
“Yeah you definitely don’t care what he thinks of you.” Never mind. Jaemin is never helpful.
“I don’t care what he thinks of me. I just don’t wanna be the grinch of the friend group.” Nobody in the car seems super convinced.
As you end your sentence Jeno pulls up to your apartment. You say goodbye to the boys, giving Jaemin a quick hug when he gets out to take your spot up front before waving them off and walking up to your place.
Alright. Michael Jackson vinyl. You got this.
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You stop by a record shop the next day and pick out a few vinyls for Donghyuck. You get a couple really early ones, a few of his later works, and one that has his greatest hits on it for good measure.
On your walk back to your apartment you stop by the store to get some wrapping paper and tape and head back home.
Maybe this wouldn’t be as much of a shit show as you thought it would be.
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The date you’d set to exchange your gifts approaches quickly. Chenle had told you he’d had to scramble to get his secret santa gift the day before and you’d laughed at him telling him you’d gotten yours the day after you’d hung out. You felt bad for whoever was receiving the gift Chenle had bought.
You’d gone a bit over the spending limit you’d all set, not even really knowing why. Maybe it was the christmas spirit.
Jeno and Jaemin pull up to pick you up, blasting obnoxious christmas music that you could hear from the stoop of your apartment. 
You pull your coat tighter around you to combat the biting winter air and walk to his car as fast as you can.
The minute you’re settled in the back of the car Jaemin is turning to you and speaking with a teasing grin.
“So, did you get his gift?”
You roll your eyes at him before responding.
“Obviously I got him a gift, Jaemin. I wouldn’t just not get him anything i’m not that much of a dick.
Jeno mutters something under his breath along the lines of only to Donghyuck but you choose to ignore it for the sake of Christmas.
The car ride is spent with all of you loudly singing along to Jaemin’s holiday playlist.
When Jeno pulls up to your destination you begin to feel almost nervous. What if Donghyuck absolutely hated the gift? What if he already had all of these vinyls? 
You pause for a moment.
Why do you care what Donghyuck would think about the gift? It’s not like you like him all that much anyways. You shrug it off as the holiday spirit getting to you once again. 
Your thoughts are interrupted by Jeno opening your car door, clearly exasperated that you were taking so long judging off the sudden burst of chivalry.
The three of you make your way up to Mark’s apartment and the nerves begin to build again. 
Why were you so anxious?
Jaemin knocks on the door, cutting the silence. This time Mark is the one to usher you all into the house. 
He’d given all of you the same cheesy Christmas bag to put your respective gifts in so people couldn’t figure out who their giver was based off the wrappings. Pretty smart on his part in all honesty.
You three take off your winter gear and make your way into the living room. You find that all of your friends had beaten you there.
In the week you hadn’t been to his apartment Mark had decked it out in a shit ton of christmas decorations. He even had a small tree decorated in the corner of the room.
The room was dim and lit by christmas lights lining the corners of the walls and adorning the tree. He had his TV quietly playing christmas music, it was amazingly cozy and cute.
Everybody stands up to greet the three of you, Mark taking your gifts to set them with the rest of the ones sitting under the tree. You hug all the boys until you’re left staring at Donghyuck. You’re taken aback by how… well… adorable he looks. 
He had a red sweater on that has “Merry Christmas” written in loopy letters on the front. The sweater is tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans that look absolutely amazing on him. His dark brown, almost black hair is parted in the middle, a few strands falling onto his forehead. 
The boy just smiles awkwardly at your staring and you swear you can feel yourself begin to blush at the fact you’d been caught ogling the guy you supposedly dislike. You give him a strained smile back and move to sit next to Renjun and Jeno on the loveseat.
When you sit Renjun gives you a look. You don’t have the energy to decode what it means so you simply ignore it. 
“Can we get on with the gift giving? I wanna see what my secret santa got me. As a fair warning though, if it’s another korean textbook i’m seriously hurting everybody in this room.” Chenle says, giving everybody a pointed glance.
He’s obviously still upset over last year’s gift exchange. You weren’t sure who got it for him because they’d never owned up to it. You have a suspicion that’s it was Jaemin because of the note that read “Our baby Chenle needs to study a little more. help jisungie too while you’re at it <3” that was included with it.
Mark agrees and makes quick work of beginning to pass out the gifts.
Your interest in your own gift is outweighed by your nervousness for Donghyuck to open his. You try to ignore the feeling but it gets the best of you and you glance over at the boy perched on the arm chair only to find that, once again, he’s already looking at you.
You notice the way he’s picking at the skin around his fingernails but quickly look back to your gift, not wanting him to notice you staring.
Mark finishes passing the presents out, not without a few comments from your friends, before he’s taking a seat next to Jisung and Jaemin on the couch. Chenle, who had been standing by the arm of the couch takes a seat on the floor in front of Mark.
Mark gives everybody the go ahead to open their gifts and your nerves double. You look over at Donghyuck for a moment before realizing you need to actually open your own present.
You reach into the bag and pull out a small box neatly wrapped in wrapping paper. The paper is covered in cartoon cats wearing santa hats and you almost coo at the sight. Jeno notices as well and comments on how cute it is. You begin to open the gift deliberately, careful not to rip the poor kittens to shreds. 
You swear you hear Donghyuck let out a huff of amusement but don’t pay it much mind.
You finally get the wrapping paper undone and open the box housing your gift.
You gasp at the sight in front of you.
It was an exact replica of a pair of gloves your grandmother had made you when you were little. You absolutely loved them and had been heartbroken when you outgrew them. Your grandmother had passed when you were young so you couldn’t ask her to make you another pair so you simply kept the gloves in a drawer next to your bed, sad that you could no longer use them.
You’re in complete shock. You slip one of the gloves on to find they fit perfectly and your amazement doubles. The gloves were a shade of a darkish sky blue with a white heart on the wrist, accompanied with your name sewed into the right glove next to the little heart. 
They were exactly the same as your last pair. You then belatedly notice a note in the bottom of the box.
“The only picture I had of them was the one you posted on instagram so i’m sorry if they’re not exactly the same. I really tried to match the colors as best as I could and told the lady to make them as close to the original as she was able to. Even if they’re not perfect I hope you like them. I know the last pair meant a lot to you. and i hope you don’t think it’s weird or anything for me to have these made…”
You don’t notice the tears leaking out of your eyes until Renjun is bumping his shoulder with yours and whispering to you. 
“Are you crying?”
You nod shakily and turn to fully show him the gloves. Renjun having known you when you received the original pair, knew how truly adoring you were of those little things.
His eyes widen almost comically at the sight.
“Woah! Those are almost exactly the same! That’s insane!”
You sniffle a little and whisper back to your friend, “I honestly never thought of having somebody make me new ones. I cant believe somebody thought to do this… It really wasn’t you?”
Renjun shakes his head.
“I honestly wouldn’t have thought of that either. That’s amazing though. Makes me feel like my gift giving sucked.”
You let out a soft laugh and go back to admiring the glove on your hand. You stroke a soft finger over the embroidery of your name. It looks exactly the same.
Renjun nudges you once again and points to your bag, there was another box inside.
You smile gratefully and glance up at the others in the room, hoping they weren’t paying particular attention to your emotional outburst. You wanna immediately ask who got these for you so you can tell them how truly touched you are but you decide to wait until everybody’s done.
You look to Mark and find him holding a cheetah stuffie wearing a little snapback, clearly meant to look like him. Jisung next to him has a game for some sort of console, and Chenle below him is holding what looks to be a stuffed animal of a dog.
You then look over at Donghyuck. In what seems to be a new habit for him he’s already looking back at you. But, what shocks you is the soft, almost adoring smile on his face and the fact that his gift sits untouched in his lap. You widen your eyes at him in surprise and he immediately seems to snap out of his stupor and looks down at his gift, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck, before beginning to unwrap the square shaped present in his lap.
You ignore the way your chest lights up at the smile directed at you and move your attention back to your own gifts.
You carefully remove the glove from your hand and set the pair back snugly into the box, along with the hand written note. You place the lid on top and gently set it back in the bag, scared to somehow damage them. 
You pick up the next box and unwrap it with just as much care as before. You almost laugh when you open it and find a pack of pens and pencils sitting inside. It’s accompanied with a sticky note that says, “Since you always lose yours ;)”
The complete shift in mood from your two presents almost gives you whiplash. You did have a habit of constantly misplacing your pens and pencils. But, it confuses you even more about who your gift giver could be. You didn’t necessarily announce your constant missing writing utensils so it had to be somebody you share a class with.
That means it had to be Donghyuck who you share an english class with, or Jisung and Chenle who you share a history class with.
Before you can give it much real thought you remember that Hyuck is opening the gift you got him and look over to see his reaction.
The boy is excitedly flipping the assorted vinyls over in his hands one by one. A barely concealed eager smile adorning his face.
You feel a weight being lifted of your shoulders.
“Should we show off what we got and guess who got us what?” Jaemin asks the group.
Everybody gives various murmurs of agreement and Jaemin takes this as a cue to show off his gift.
“Okay I got this $50 starbucks gift card. Which is literally the price limit. So whoever got this for me I love and adore you. I also got this film for my camera. My guess is… My little Chenle baby?”
“How did you know?” Chenle’s response is almost immediate and very loud, earning a laugh from you and your friends.
Jaemin walks over to the seated boy and grabs at his cheeks, Chenle swatting his hands away.
“Because it was just thoughtful yet distant enough for it to be you.” Jaemin drags his words out and uses that cute voice he does in a typical Jaemin way that has everybody laughing yet again.
Chenle simply scoffs but can’t hide the smile on his lips.
“Alright, since Jaemin guessed you right you go now Chenle.” Mark announces.
Chenle stands from his spot on the floor and looks around at all of you almost… suspiciously?
“I got this plushie that looks like Daegal. My baby. Mark’s sister. The light of my life.”
“Okay Chenle we get it you really love Daegal.” Jeno cuts the boys praise off with a chuckle lining his words.
“It’s important for me to remind you all, Jeno. They also put this collar on it that has her name which is cute. My guess is…”
Chenle looks around yet again narrowing his eyes warily at everybody.
“My guess is Mark.”
Mark smiles at the boy and shakes his head lightly. Jisung then speaks up.
“It was me. I thought you could take it with you when you have to be away from her. So you don’t miss her and stuff.”
Chenle smiles and pulls Jisung into a bro hug, albeit a bit awkwardly because Jisung is still seated on the couch.
Having had his gift revealed Jisung is the next to stand, Chenle taking his seat, cradling the Daegal stuffed animal in his arms.
Jisung holds up the game he’d received.
“I got this game I’ve wanted for weeks now but didn’t wanna spend my money on because christmas was coming up. Renjun’s the only one i’ve really told about it so I’m guessing it was him.”
Renjun gives an affirmative nod and Jisung lights up with a smile.
“Thanks. I’m really happy I got this. You’re the best, my universemate for a reason.” 
Renjun stands and gives Jisung a side hug, laughing as he speaks.
“Yeah, now I just have to listen to you play it all night.”
Jisung laughs a little bashfully and comes to sit next to you on the couch. 
He leans over to show you the game he’s gotten, clearly ecstatic about it. You smile and tell him how cool it looks, not actually having any interest in the game but you know he’s excited.
“Okay, I got these really nice paints. I’ve mentioned them a few times but honestly they’re so expensive I thought i’d have to save up for them for awhile. I’m not really sure who got them but i’m just gonna guess… Jeno?”
Jeno lights up in that eye smile of his and stands up, telling Renjun it was in fact him.
Renjun, in a rare show of true unadulterated affection, pulls Jeno in for a tight hug and thanks him, which Jeno just laughs and brushes off.
Renjun once again sits next to you on the loveseat, this time in Jeno’s spot.
“I got biking gloves. Also, a new strap for my guitar which says my name. So fucking cool. My guess is Jaemin? No wait Mark. My guess is Mark. Final answer.”
Mark laughs and nods pulling Jeno in for another infamous bro hug. 
“I’m glad you like them, man. I was so scared you were gonna think it was lazy or something.”
“What? No, these are so cool. Seriously, dude, thank you.”
Jaemin yells something about how cute the two boys are and with that Mark grabs his little cheetah and begins his presentation.
“It’s a cheetah stuffed animal with a snapback. I’m assuming it’s supposed to look like me? Super awesome. He’s like my son. I’m gonna guess Jaemin?”
“His name is Cheetah Lee. He is your son.” Jaemin says with a smile.
“Bro, how did you get this tiny little hat for him? It’s so tiny! I didnt know they made little hats!”
Marks amazement at that fact a tiny hat for stuffed animals exists is truly adorable and you know your friends agree with the fond smiles filling the room.
“I ordered it online. It wouldn’t be your son without a little snapback.”
Jaemin’s already found his gift giver so he gestures for you to stand up and show yours.
As you grab the little boxes you come to the realization that there’s only one possibility left for who gave these to you. 
You stand there, eyes wide, staring at the boy in question trying to make sense of it all in your head. Donghyuck seems to be avoiding your gaze, keeping his eyes locked on his fingers that he continues to pick at.
You suddenly feel a little ill.
“Uh, y/n? You gonna go?” Jeno asks.
“Um, yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I got- I got distracted. Yeah, I’ll go.” Your friends seem a little confused at your sudden change in emotion but you try to ignore their questioning stares and attempt to swallow the emotion rising in your throat.
“Um, Okay so I got- Well when I was little I had these gloves my grandma made me. They were my favorite things in the whole world especially after she passed. At some point I outgrew them. And she was- Well y’know she passed so she couldn’t make me new ones. So i’ve just kept them in my bed side drawer all these years. I guess I posted them on instagram? And somebody had new ones made.” 
You pause and try to blink away the tears filling your eyes, opening the box to show the the gloves.
“It seems dumb but i don’t know… those gloves meant so much to me and for some reason I just never thought of getting new ones made. And it’s crazy because these look exactly the same even down to the color of the thread that says my name.” A small hiccup leaves your mouth as tears begin to steadily flow from your eyes. This is… humiliating.
“I think I need a second… Just… give me a second.”
You’re immediately booking it to Mark’s front door, slipping your shoes on, and walking as fast as you can down the stairs to get outside.
It’s not until you’re outside that you realize it’s the middle of winter and your forgot your coat.
More tears leave your eyes as you look down at the gloves clasped in your shaky palms.
You distantly hear the apartment building door open and shut rather harshly. You turn and expect to see Renjun or even Mark but instead you’re met with Donghyuck standing in front of you.
His shoes are obviously hastily thrown on, he hadn’t even bothered to tie the laces and his heel was sticking out of one of them.
His coat was crooked on his body and his chest is rising and falling in rapid breaths.
You have no idea how to start. Before you can decide he’s sticking his arm out towards you. You’re confused for a moment before you realize he’s clutching your coat in his hand.
“You didn’t- Sorry I really took those stairs too fast.” He pauses to take a breath and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t fighting the urge to cry and maybe throw up.
“Okay, I think i’m good now. You left your coat. And your scarf. And I grabbed this hat but now that i’m actually looking at it I don’t even think this is yours.” 
That manages to pull a teary laugh out of you. 
“That’s Jisung’s hat.” You tell him through a few weak giggles. Of course Donghyuck would find a way to make you laugh through all of this. You wish it didn’t make you feel worse.
The sound of your laugh makes his face light up in a grin. He suddenly looks almost proud of grabbing the wrong hat. 
“Well, wear it anyways. It’s cold.”
He hands you your coat first and you slip it on, followed by the scarf, and Jisung’s hat that is way too big for your head.
You look at the ground. Still not entirely sure how to say everything you’re thinking without it coming out as some sort of incomprehensible word vomit.
“Did you… Did you not like them? Because I’m sorry if i crossed a line I just thought-“
You cut him off before he can finish his sentence. 
“Are you serious, Hyuck? I fucking loved them. It was so insanely thoughtful. These are probably the most meaningful gifts i’ve ever gotten and I just-“
The tears are back.
“I was such a dick to you. I was so mean to you for no real reason. And I told myself it wasn’t one sided but then you get these gloves made and how did you even know? That these gloves meant so much to me? I didn’t say it in the post.”
Donghyuck looks nervous to tell you but speaks nonetheless.
“I uh overhead you and Renjun talking a couple years ago. It was winter and you said something about the gloves and how every winter you think about them and your grandma… then you posted that picture recently and I kinda put it together. I guess i didn’t really know how meaningful they were but I assumed? You sounded so sad when you talked about it so I just… I don’t know I thought it would be a nice gift.” He’s scratching the back of his neck and shifting on his feet uncomfortably and you seriously think you’re gonna be sick now.
“I thought you hated me…”
Donghyuck’s eyes are wide when he looks up at you. 
“No I never hated you. You just- well I knew you didn’t like me. And it’s embarrassing but I would get so nervous around you. i’m not usually like that. I just didn’t know how to deal with it… so i just avoided talking to you. And then at a certain point I guess you decided you really didn’t like me and honestly… it kinda hurt my pride,” He chuckles dryly before continuing, “It sounds so egotistical but it’s true. I didn’t think i did anything to make you hate me so much and it kinda pissed me off so I started being a little short when we did talk. But, seriously I never hated you. Never.”
You don’t even know what to say at this point. 
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry i was so mean to you when you didn’t do anything to deserve it. It was just- I don’t even know honestly. You would get so quiet around me that I just assumed you didn’t like me or something. God, Renjun was right I took everything you did so personally. Like whenever I caught you looking at me I assumed you were judging me and it hurt my pride so I just decided I didn’t like you. Once I decided that I was just unwilling to let go of it. God, I am such a fucking jerk Donghyuck. I’m so sorry. For all of it.”
Donghyuck is taking slow steps towards you now. You can’t stand to look at him so you keep your gaze locked on your shoes. But, you can hear the way the snow crunches under his (still untied) shoes as he takes steady steps to you.
Donghyuck softly pulls the gloves from your hands, you’d forgotten you’d still been holding them this entire time.
You’re a little confused at the action. Maybe he’s really just done with you at this point. He’s gonna take the gloves back and he’ll really hate you now.
You’re even more confused when he pulls you hand up and mutters a soft “hold it there” before he’s slipping the glove on your hand with gentle fingers.
He successfully secured the first glove and puts your hand back down at your side, pulling the other hand up to do the same.
This time when he’s done putting the glove on he keeps his grip on your hand, rubbing a little circle on it with his thumb.
“I’m not mad. I mean we both kinda did the same thing right? Just assumed that we hated each other and ran with it. I really like you. I have all this time and I still do. I get if you need time to get used to the fact I’m not praying on your downfall every second of the day like previously thought.” Again, Donghyuck manages to bring humor into any situation.
“But, I guess i’m asking you to go on a date with me. It doesn’t have to be tomorrow or next week or even this month but-“
You cut Donghyuck off by bringing your now gloved hands up to the sides of his face. You look into those big dumb brown eyes of his and cement yourself on what you’re about to do.
You lean in slowly. Giving him time to pull away if it’s not what he wants.
His eyes flutter closed as you get closer and you take it as permission, pressing your lips against his.
The, embarrassingly, many times you’d imagined kissing Donghyuck could never amount to what you were currently experiencing.
The moment your lips touch his he bring his ice cold fingers up to the sides of your neck, holding you into place.
You both ignore the small yelp you let out at the temperature of his hands.
His hold isn’t imposing or forceful but it’s firm, as if to say i’m here. I have you. Finally, finally, I have you. 
You both pull away after a moment and you can’t help the adoring grin that spreads across your face, and grows even wider when you see Hyuck has one to match.
“Fuck yeah. Jeno said I was hopeless i’m gonna rub this in that fuckers face for years.” You can’t help but laugh at the fact that that’s his first thought after kissing you.
“Hold on. How did we end up getting paired up for Secret Santa?”
Donghyuck pulls his hands off your neck, thinking, and places them on your hips instead. You pull your hands off the sides of his face and settle them on his shoulders.
“Mark.” You both speak at the same time.
“I can’t even be mad. He really helped me out there.” Donghyuck says, wearing a shit eating grin.
“Honestly, yeah. I’ll forgive him since it worked out.”
Donghyuck is pulled you in by the belt loops of your pants as he speaks, smirk ever present, “Oh baby it more than worked out.”
Donghyuck captures your lips in his once again, and while you do thoroughly enjoy the feeling you’re beginning to realize how freezing it is.
Hyuck whines as you pull away again, chasing your lips. You give him a small peck to satiate him enough to let you speak.
“While I would love to stand here kissing you all day i’m freezing my ass off. Also, you literally don’t even have your shoes fully on your feet.”
Donghyuck seems like he just realizes this fact as he snaps his eyes down to his shoes that are, in fact, not even fully put on.
Donghyuck agrees to go inside with one more kiss. He’s then linking your hands together and taking slow steps towards the door. A little wobbly due to the state of his Converse.
“Can you not tell the guys I remembered the glove thing for years? They would never let me live it down.”
You walk back into the apartment building, laughter spilling from your mouth.
Maybe it wasn’t such a shit show after all.
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“Oh shit.” Mark mutters. Maybe this wasn’t his best plan after all.
The minute the door shuts Donghyuck is on his feet rushing after you. He grabs your coat and other winter gear off the hook and goes to run after you.
“Hyuck, you don’t have a coat on. or shoes.” Chenle yells after him, far too amused when their friend has just run away crying. 
Donghyuck turns on his heels and rushes back to the shoe rack but in his haste his socked feet slip out from under him and he hits the floor with a loud thump.
Silence engulfs the room as Donghyuck sits there on his ass for a moment. Clearly embarrassed.
Jeno is the first to break out into a hysterical laugh and the rest follow quickly. 
“If any of you mention this to y/n ever I will lose my fucking mind.”
The boys just nod at him, still doubled over laughing. 
Donghyuck, with as much dignity as he can in his current situation, stands up and shoves his feet in his shoes. He then yanks his coat off the hook and forcefully slips his arms into it.
He got the wind knocked out of him when he fell but immediately runs to the door and just hopes you don’t notice how out of breath he is when he gets down there. 
Mark yells something along the lines of “go get ‘em tiger” but it’s barely understandable through the laughter shaking his body still.
The only response they get from Donghyuck is a middle finger before the door is slamming and the apartment is left only with the sounds of laughter.
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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed!! ill be releasing the other members over the course of December. ill post the master list for that in a moment. ill also post a prompt list so you can send requests for skz members or non dream members!! happy holidays!!
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A Very Merry Gallagher Christmas Sneak Peek
Pairing: Carl Gallagher x GN!Reader
Written / Started: September 27th, 2022
Summary: The Gallagher clan decide to give Carl a little push to act on his feelings for his best friends.
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Walking down the street, the brisk wind enveloped you. Bitterness with a warning of snow, swirled around your freezing body. A violent shiver wrecked through your body. Decidedly, you sped up your normally short walk to the Gallagher house, but today it seemed like the longest walk of your life. Jack Frost began nipping at your nose, just as you reached their house. A relieved sigh quickly passed through your lips. Jogging up the porch stairs, you didn't have to knock before the door swung open and firm hands grasped, your jacket gently yanking you inside. They kept one hand firmly grasping your jacket, while they hurriedly shut the door.
"Y/N, are you crazy? It's freezing outside! You could've gotten frost bite!" Carl began with a slight panic in his voice. Without waiting for a response, he unzipped your jacket, throwing it on the nearest chair. He quickly inspected you for any potential frost bite. What took you the most by surprise, was when he gently held your cheeks in his hands angling your face up to him. A silent gasp fell from your lips. As you were watching him examine your face, you noticed a softer more concern expression upon his features. An expression you've only ever seen him give to girls he was dating. Squeezing your eyes shut, you attempted to shake the thoughts from your mind. Taking a deep breath, you attempted to calm yourself. The feeling of thumbs gently rubbing along your cheeks broke you out of your trace.
"You okay?" Carl asked softly, almost as if he was afraid you'd break.
Letting out a soft hum, you gave a slight nod. All the while Carl continued holding your face in his hands, giving you a gentle expression.
Before either of you could respond again, Debbie came bounding down the stairs. "Hey, Carl-" She halted her question. "Am...I interrupting something?" She questioned with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Her teasing was evident.
Groaning, you rolled your eyes, taking Carl's wrists in your hands and gently pulling them away from your face. It wasn't until that moment you realized just how close you were. Your chests brushed softly against each others.
"Uh, no Debs, you're not." You cleared your throat.
Debbie held her raised eyebrow. "You sure, cause it looked like-"
"We're good Debs." Carl sighed while chiming in.
Carl took a step back, causing you to frown. You immediately missed the warmth and softness that radiated from Carl when you were together in close proximity.
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Heart Shaped Cookies
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Limoreau Christmas Imagine
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Limoreau Christmas Playlist xx
Summary: A Christmas themed Limoreau fan fiction. Friends to lovers but they’re already in love, just slightly oblivious. Marie loves the idea of the festivities of December, Jordan not so much but if anyone can convince them otherwise it’s Marie. Simp much?
Will be a series, comments are appreciated. Taglist in comments xx.
Word count: 1.1K
Warnings: none just mentions of Marie’s family situation, enjoy some fluff wrapped in a Christmas bow.
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"So, will you be heading home this Christmas? The break is coming up soon.” Marie was lounged on Jordan’s couch, hands behind her head. She was comfortable just watching Jordan type away at their computer across from her. They had the sort of friendship that didn’t require much for both to be content in each other’s presence. Her feet propped up on some cushions despite Jordan’s earlier protests about her boots on their stuff.
Jordan’s room was what they’d like to call an organised mess, every surfaced a cluttered collection of keepsakes and personal mementos. Marie liked that. It was easy to tell what type of person Jordan was from a quick glance around their room, although she did wonder when was the last time they had allowed themselves time to just indulge in their hobbies. Their guitar was beginning to become more room decoration than an instrument at this point. She doesn’t remember ever seeing them skate despite the multiple boards hung up.
“Emma has already started packing but I guess that makes sense because she has to pack twice.” A thought popped into Marie’s head, what was Jordan like when packing luggage? She’d seen the amount of hair products and skin care items they had around their room. Maybe they’d have a separate suitcase just for that. She could imagine they were an over packer, transporting their whole room when they travelled.
Jordan looks up from the notes scattered on their desk, their attention now on Marie. She looked cute despite the fact her shoes were on their couch, they didn’t mind so much. If Marie was comfortable then they’d get over it. Jordan enjoyed their friend's company, even if they were in study mode.
“I’m not going home this year, got some extra credit work I’ve got to finish up. Plus, it would do me good to get my reading for next year started while the dorms are quiet. Especially with no freshmen running around.” They shake their head at the thought.
It wasn’t that Marie was disappointed that Jordan wasn’t leaving campus for the holidays, but a part of her resented them for not cherishing the fact that they could go home. She couldn’t leave if she wanted to. Where would she even go? She was too old for the orphanage not that they’d take her back now she was in university.
She tries to mask her feelings.
“Oh I see, I just expected you to wanna see your parents,” she pauses for a second, Jordan didn’t have the best relationship with them but they were family if anything. “at least for Christmas. I heard Cate’s joining Andre for some ski resort trip his dad had planned. Something about it being the perfect festive activity. Seems everyone is trying to get out of here.” Marie shifts her position on the couch, shuffling to sit cross-legged instead. Her hands fidget with a decorative cushion on her lap.
Jordan doesn’t notice this, their hand already turning the page of their text book. They weren’t trying to dismiss Marie, they just weren’t as enthusiastic about the idea of spending 2 weeks doing random family traditions with their parents and missing out on perfectly good study time. They hadn’t enjoyed that since they were a kid and nothing was going to change now. It didn’t help that they wouldn’t be able to shift as freely because of their dad. Why would they subject themselves to all of that?
“Kinda overrated if you ask me. My parents would probably try and get me to wear matching pyjamas or watch some cliché movie by the fire. There’s only so much hot chocolate you can drink.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Marie couldn’t believe it. It was like Jordan was describing the best parts about the festive season with family and they still didn’t want to partake. “ Honestly, I’d give anything to experience that with my family again. My mom had this tradition where we’d all make Christmas cookies and she’d judge the winner. I couldn’t really do much growing up in the orphanage though, so baking was out of the picture. I mean, sometimes we’d get donations for our homemade stockings and we always made our own decorations. It isn’t the same though.”
Hearing Marie talk so fondly about her Christmas memories caused Jordan’s heart to flutter. Had she seriously not had a proper Christmas in so long? Here Jordan was worrying about next semester’s work when really they should be embracing the festive spirit with their family. Even the teachers were taking time off. The only people remaining on campus being those with nowhere else to go and nothing better to do, like Marie. A part of their heart broke. It was in that moment that came up with a plan. They would make it their mission to get Marie to do all the Christmas things she hadn’t done since childhood. Just to see her smile.
“Okay that’s it, you’re getting your Christmas cookies if it’s the last thing I do.” Jordan was no longer sitting at their desk, moving to stand in front of Marie with their phone in their hand. She looked up at Jordan as a look of determination appeared on their face. The change in attitude wasn’t what Marie was expecting but it definitely was infectious.
A small smile creeped on her face.
“I don’t think you’ll find any ovens on campus.”
Jordan chuckles, their idea beginning to excite them, or perhaps it was the anticipation of Marie’s reaction to it. “Nope, you’re coming to my family home. My parents won’t mind at all, in fact I’ll give them a call and let them know a friend is coming. I’m sure I can deal with them for 2 weeks if you’re around."
Marie could barely contain her joy, the smile that took over her face lighting up the room. There was something about seeing her happy that just warmed Jordan’s face up.
“Wait really? What about your plans to study though? Wouldn’t wanna set you off your busy schedule.” Jordan didn’t let Marie doubt them for a moment. Their overachieving tendencies shouldn’t have to worry her.
“I think I can afford a little break.” they make a gesture with their hands, pinching the air. “ You deserve to experience the joys of the festive season, no matter how cliché.”
Marie smiles up at them, a smile that would make enduring all Jordan’s dad’s comments worth it. It melted away any reservations Jordan had about heading home and missing out on a few extra study sessions. They were beginning to realise that they’d do anything for the girl beaming up at them. They’d part heavens for her, or just sit down for a family meal.
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Underneath The Tree – Joe Keery
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The only thing worse than being alone for Christmas was being alone and sick for Christmas. I pulled the blanket up closer to my chin as Jimmy Fallon introduced his next guest, Joe Keery.
Joe and I have known each other for several years. We met when he was filming Free Guy. I worked in the Starbucks cafe Amazon had on set. It started with Joe stopping by every couple of days. He then started stopping by every morning. This turned into him coming in every morning and before he left every day.
After months of him stopping by, he finally asked me on a date. We dated on the DL because we weren't sure how his director would react to us dating. We've been official ever since Free Guy came out. Six months ago, Joe and I decided to move in together. We thought it would help our relationship since Joe's always gone for work.
I smiled, ignoring the fever as I watched Jimmy interview my man. He was a natural. He answered Jimmy's questions while being respectful and funny. He was perfect. It's no wonder girls all over the world were in love with my boyfriend.
"So, tell me how things are going with Y/N," Jimmy said, shifting the conversation to Joe's personal life. "Still going strong?"
"Of course," Joe chuckled.
Behind his professional actor smile, I could see a slight blush building. He never minded talking about his job, but he was hesitant to talk about me and our relationship. He didn't want to accidentally share too much. The last thing he wanted was to share information about us that made me uncomfortable.
"Come on, Joe," Jimmy teased. "Give us some details. You two have been dating for, what? Two years?"
"About a year and a half," Joe corrected politely.
"And?" Jimmy elongated.
"And things are going great," Joe chuckled. "Y/N is amazing and she makes me incredibly happy."
"That's wonderful," Jimmy cooed. "You two live together, right?"
"Yep," he said shifting in his seat. This conversation tended to make him a little uncomfortable. Some people thought moving in after one year was too soon. We received some backlash when it leaked. Ever since then, Joe's hated interviewers talking about our living situation.
"Once we got to the one-year mark, we decided to move in together," he continued. He quickly added, "I'm gone a lot for work and we would sometimes go weeks without seeing each other. We figured that moving in together would allow us to see each other more."
"Has it?"
"It has," Joe said, relaxing. "I get to see her every day I'm home. She's the first thing I see when I wake up and the last thing I see when I go to bed. It's perfect."
"Well," Jimmy chuckled, "it sounds like the two of you are really in love."
"We are," Joe said. My breath got caught in my throat when he looked at the camera and smiled.
I don't know who the musical guest was. I fell asleep after Joe finished his interview. I woke up about an hour later to my phone ringing. Without getting up, I grabbed it off the coffee table and answered it.
"Merry Christmas Eve Eve, Joe."
"Crap," Joe said into the phone.
"Hello to you too," I chuckled as I slowly sat up.
"I didn't mean to wake you up, baby," he sighed. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I said as I slowly sat up. The movement of me sitting up sent me into a coughing attack. I pulled the phone away from my ear and tried to cover it. When I finally calmed down, I put the phone back to my ear.
"Are you okay, Y/N?" Joe asked.
"I'm fine," I brushed off.
"I'm so sorry," he sighed.
"What for, baby?"
"For not being there," he sighed again.
"Joe," I tried to interrupt him.
"I should be there," he continued. "I should be there to take care of you. To make you soup. To draw you a hot bath. To get you water when you go into one of your coughing attacks. To hold you as you fall asleep. To take care of you."
"You had to go to New York," I said, making sure to sound as strong as I could. "You had an interview. It was a plus side that you're family is spending Christmas in New York. Besides, you'll be home after the holidays."
"I know, but. . ."
"Please, don't do this, Joe," I sighed, a small cough getting caught in my throat.
"But. . ."
"No," I said firmer. "Joe, you know how much I love you. You haven't seen your family since before we moved in together. They were taking that trip to New York at the same time as your interview. It was perfect. You got the interview done and now you're spending Christmas with your family. And don't forget that we talked about this."
"That was before you got sick," he whispered.
"I'll be fine," I said slowly, mainly because it hurt to breathe, but also to make sure he heard me. "I'll spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day watching classic Christmas movies. You know my tradition of watching White Christmas on Christmas Eve. I can't skip that just because I'm sick."
"I wish you weren't doing that alone," he said, slightly speaking up.
"Well, it's not your fault my dad spends the holidays with his real family," I shrugged.
"Does your dad even know you're sick?" He asked.
"I called him," I sighed. "His wife sent me a care package."
"That was nice of her."
"Yeah," I scoffed. "The only reason she sent it was because she's 'trying' to show I'm a part of their family."
"At least she's trying," he offered.
"It would mean more if it was coming from him," I whispered.
"I know," Joe sighed. "I'm sorry, baby. I should've brought you with me to New York."
"Then your poor family would be stuck taking care of me," I chuckled.
"And they would happily do it," he said instantly. "Even my mom would rather have you here with us instead of alone."
I tried to avoid it, but sighing sent me into another coughing attack. Through my coughing, I could barely hear Joe sighing. For a second, it sounded like he was talking to someone.
"Baby?" He said, his voice coming out clearer. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," my voice horse from coughing.
"Get some water. Do you have some water?" He asked quickly.
"I do," I said, my voice slowly returning. I grabbed the water bottle I had next to me and took a large drink. I stopped drinking when I heard Joe talking to someone, maybe his mother.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," Joe said, sounding a little strange. "My mom just asked how you were feeling."
"Oh," I said softly. I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the sudden guilt. "How's your family?"
"They're good," he said, still sounding strange. "They miss you. I miss you."
"I miss you too, baby." I paused before adding, "You'll be back before New Year's, right?"
"Yes," he said quickly. "My flight is on the 30th."
"Perfect," I said, no longer able to hide how tired I was.
"You should get some sleep," Joe said softly. "I'll call you tomorrow."
"Sounds good."
"Y/N?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, baby."
"I love you too, Joe."
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After my call with Joe last night, I fell asleep on the couch instead of our bed. I half-woke up when I felt someone gently move some hair out of my face. My eyes started to open but fully shot open when I saw who it was.
"Joe!" I gasped. I would've jumped into his arms if the excitement hadn't sent me into a coughing attack.
"Hello to you, too," he teased. He chuckled when I pouted. "What's with the face, Pout-pout Fish?"
"I want to kiss you," I said sadly. "But I'm sick."
"How about we do something else?"
"Joe," I sighed, laying back into the couch. "If we can't kiss, we definitely can't do that."
"I wasn't talking about that," Joe laughed. "And we don't have to kiss to do it."
"That may be true," I smiled, "but I'm still too weak."
"That's a different issue. One that can't be fixed or avoided," he chuckled. "Anyway, I meant this."
I smiled as Joe carefully crawled over me until he was lying behind me. I closed my eyes as I focused on the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. He reached over and grabbed the remote.
"What are you doing?" I mumbled.
"Putting on White Christmas," he said as he put the remote on the nearest side table. "Duh."
Joe wrapped his arm around my waist and I instantly draped my arm over his. Joe kissed my temple before relaxing behind me.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too, baby. Merry Christmas, Y/N."
"Merry Christmas, Joe."
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alone on christmas ~ billy butcher;the boys
word count: 2253
request?: no
description: in which the two members of the team who are alone on christmas eve decide to spend the night together
pairing: billy butcher x female!reader
warnings: swearing
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The elevator dinged, signaling that you had arrived on the floor of your office. Well, "office" was a generous word. It was a small, open space in a super old building (MM claimed it was "historic") with a couple of desks that were rarely used. The room was dimly lit by the multi-colored Christmas lights strung around the room, as well as from the small tree in the corner of the room. Kimiko had gotten the idea to decorate the office and everyone else was on board, even grumpy Billy Butcher.
It was Christmas Eve and everyone else was home with their families. Your families lived a state over, and normally you would've gone home for the holidays, but your parents had gone on a Christmas cruise and agreed to do your celebrations when they got home. Since you had no one else to celebrate Christmas with, you decided to pick up some paperwork you had at the office and work on it at home while some Christmas movie played in the background.
You approached your desk, unaware of anyone else in the room until a voice said, "Evening, love."
"Jesus!" you hissed as you jumped.
Butcher chuckled. "Nope, just me."
He was sat at his desk, mostly covered in darkness. You could only make out the outline of him through the Christmas lights.
"What the hell are you doing sitting here in the dark like a fucking creep?" you asked as you turned back to flick on the lights. The two of you winced as the dark room suddenly became very bright.
"I was just finishing up some work and liked the mood lighting better," he explained. "What are you doin' here on Christmas Eve?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I don't celebrate Christmas anymore. Not since..." He trailed off, his eyes dropping back to whatever he had been working on. "Just not in a long time."
He didn't have to specify. You knew exactlu what made him give up on Christmas.
"You didn't answer my question," he pointed out.
"My parents are gone on a cruise for Christmas, so I won't be going home till sometime around New Years. I came to get something I was working on to finish it at home."
"You're not celebrating with anyone else?"
"Who else would I celebrate with? My siblings have their own families, and the only friends I have are you cunts."
This earned a low chuckle from Butcher. You couldn't help but smile. You returned to your desk to collect the papers when a thought crossed your mind.
"Hey Butcher?" he looked up at you. "Do you want to come over? Maybe we could have our own Christmas Eve celebration."
He raised an eyebrow at you. "What did you have in mind?"
You shrugged. "I don't know. I could make us something to eat. Pour up a few drinks. Watch a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie."
You weren't sure if he'd agree. It didn't seem like his scene. Butcher was probably the exact opposite of holiday cheer. Sitting in a dark office doing paperwork about taking down Supes was probably a much more appealing offer to him than Hallmark Christmas movies. But you wouldn't feel right if you didn't at least offer. Billy Butcher may have been a cynical prick that got on everyone's nerves, but no one deserved to spend Christmas alone.
To your surprise, he closed up the file he had been working on and stood. "Text me the address, I'll meet you there."
About ten minutes later, you were pulling into your driveway while Butcher was parking on the side of the road. He followed you up to your door and stepped inside as you opened it for him. He looked around, taking in your space as you kicked off your boots and hung up your coat.
"What are you feeling for drinks?" you asked.
"Do you have any bourbon?" he asked.
You opened your fridge and pulled out a full bottle of bourbon. "Want it straight or mixed with some eggnog?"
He made a face of disgust that made you laugh. You grabbed a glass and poured him a glass of straight bourbon, adding a few ice cubes before passing him the glass. You opted for the spiked eggnog approach for something a little more festive. You pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer and pre-heated the oven.
"Not exactly a Christmas feast," Butcher commented.
"If you're going to be ungrateful, you can go back to the office by yourself," you retorted. "Oh, since you're here, I do have a gift for you."
He watched as you walked to your living room where your tree was shining with yellow lights. The presents underneath were mainly for your family, but you had gotten a gift for each member of The Boys too, since they were like your second family.
"You didn't have to get me anything," he said.
"Shut the fuck up and take the gift," you teased, thrusting the gift bag into his hands.
He shook his head, playfully smiling. He sat down on the ouch and you sat next to him. He pulled the tissue paper from the bag and discarded it onto the floor. You would've been a little annoyed if you weren't waiting to see his reaction to the gift.
The first thing he pulled out was a Spice Girls CD. You couldn't hold back your giggles as he gave you a dirty look. "Your favorite band."
"This is the worst insult you could've ever given me," he said.
"There's something else in there that might make it up to you."
Butcher pulled out a bundle of white tissue paper. Wrapped in it was an ornament you had gotten custom made. It was a gingerbread wearing a black trench coat and black boots, and had a black beard on its face. He held it in his hand for a while. You studied his face, trying to gauge some reaction to the gift.
"You're kind of an enigma," you explained. "And I guess I understand why, but it makes it incredibly impossible to buy you a Christmas gift. So I went with the Spice Girls CD as a gag gift, and then I found this lady who makes custom made Christmas ornaments that are gingerbread men made to look like certain people. I thought it was better than nothing."
"You had this made for me?" he asked. "That must've cost ya a fortune."
"It doesn't matter what it cost."
He was still holding it, looking at it. When he looked up at you, you were captured by his eyes. There was something warm bubbling inside of you. You figured it was the eggnog, but a little voice in the back of your head whispered that it wasn't.
"It's very thoughtful," Butcher said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Merry Christmas, Butcher."
You were so close to him. You hadn't noticed just how close you were sitting. Your noses were inches away from touching.
And then the pre-heat on the oven went off.
You quickly got up to go put the pizza in the oven. You stood in the kitchen afterwards, trying to talk yourself down from whatever just happened. You were sure it was just the alcohol mixed with the holiday feelings. There was no way you were getting all fuzzy and lightheaded for Billy Butcher of all people. Not that you had any ill feelings towards Butcher. He could be an annoying asshole that pushed your patience levels, but you didn't hate him by any means. On the other hand, you didn't think you could've had those kind of feelings for him. He was your team leader and that was it.
But he was also very handsome. In a rugged type of way anyways. You couldn't deny that.
You shook your head, trying to get rid of all those thoughts. You went to the fridge to pour up another drink.
Once the pizza was ready, you brought the pan to your living room and placed it on the coffee table with a dish towel under it, and two plates along the side for both of you. You topped up Butcher's drink before sitting next to him.
"Let me guess, your favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard?" you asked.
He chuckled. "And you said I'm an enigma."
"Not so much so that I'd think you would want to watch cheesy Christmas movies."
"Eh, don't write me off from all Christmas movies. I would love watching National Lampoons Christmas Vacation every year."
"Okay, we're starting with that one then. That is a classic."
You turned on the movie and settled into the couch. You pulled a fuzzy blanket over your lap and started eating away at the pizza. You initially started on separate ends of the couch, but you found yourself inching closer to Butcher. First it was offering him some of the blanket. He agreed and you shuffled close enough that he could throw a corner of it over his lap. Then it was him reaching for a slice of pizza, scooting a little closer because he "couldn't reach the food" (his words). At one point, you both just shifted closer for no reason at all. When Butcher put his arm along the back of the couch, you leaned into him.
It almost felt normal; cuddled up on the couch, laughing at the hijinks of the Griswold family during Christmas, the only thing lighting the room being the Christmas tree. This is what you imagined Christmas would be like if you were actually in a relationship, not just tipsy and getting a little too close to your team leader.
"See, this movie just cements why I am okay with not celebrating Christmas," Butcher commented. "All the bullshit with family stressing you out and annoying the living shit out of ya. I don't know why anyone ever puts up with it."
"Because despite the chaos, it's time together with family," you said. "Most people love time together with family, even if sometimes family members know how to get on your last nerve."
Butcher shook his head. "Not me. Even when Becca was around, her family..."
He trailed off. You lifted your head to look at him. You couldn't read the expression on his face, so you couldn't tell if mentioning Becca had hit a nerve for him, or if he regretted bringing her up given your current...closeness.
"You can talk about her you know," you told him. "If you feel up to it, I mean. I know it's hard."
"It's easier now that I finally have a definitive answer," he said. "I went years not knowing if I should believe that she was alive or dead. It's fucked up to say, but knowing now that she's gone is a bit of closure for me at least."
"And you still have Ryan," you added. "Even if he's the spawn of Supe Satan himself, that kid is still a part of Becca."
"Thank God he's more like his mother than his father."
"You have us too," you said, playfully nudging his shoulder to try and lighten the mood. "The Boys, I mean. We're like a family now."
He chuckled. "That doesn't exactly help with your point. You lot annoy the fuck out of me too."
"And you annoy the fuck out of us, so we're all even then."
He turned to look at you, finally smiling again. You smiled back at him. There was a brief pause before suddenly he was leaning forward to press his lips against yours. It took you by surprise, but it didn't take long for your muddled brain to have you moving in response, kissing him back.
He pulled away just as quickly as he had moved in. "Sorry. That was, uh...I shouldn't have done that."
Instead of saying anything, you leaned in to kiss him again. He was receptive, which told you he didn't actually regret kissing you first. He gently cupped your face while you wrapped your arms around his neck. The blanket fell to the floor as you sat up on your knees to try and deepen the kiss.
"Whoa, slow down," Butcher said, pulling away slightly but still resting his head against yours. "You've had a few drinks."
"I'm fine," you responded, although you were now more aware of the fact that the lightheadedness you were feeling was from more than just the kiss.
"Either way, I'm not pushing things further when you're not sober," he said.
"Will you stay the night?" you asked him. "I have a guest bedroom...or you can stay in my bed."
He chuckled and kissed your forehead, pulling you in so you were cuddled up against his side again. "I have a feeling if I sleep in your bed I will have a harder time restraining myself."
"Maybe that's my plan."
He shook his head, a smile on his face. "I'll stay the night. If this is how you're feeling in the morning, we can try again then."
Your whole body felt like it was on fire just from his words. You weren't sure how you were going to be able to wait another 12 hours for him to make good on his promise. You appreciated him respecting you enough to wait till you were sober, but also you wished he wouldn't be so respectful.
"Merry Christmas, Billy," you said.
He kissed you on top of your head and said, "Merry Christmas, love."
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i-heart-slashers · 3 months
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Bo couldn't believe the sight of their home, and he knew that all this was your handiwork. The lights, tinsel, and ornaments were something his parents hadn't done even when he and his brothers were young'uns.
As he entered the house, he heard the Christmas music and smelt cinnamon as soon as he walked through the door, but mostly, he saw the large, oddly decorated tree with weird bits and bobs on it.
He noticed Lester standing on a step ladder with a grin, placing decorations as Vincent carved some wax Christmas figures, both radiating joy that Bo had never seen from them before.
Then there was you making food in the kitchen, sneaking bits of food to Jonesy, who sat patiently by your feet, barking happily when getting scraps and a head scratch.
They didn't have many Christmases to compare with, but Bo knows (and would only ever begrudgingly admit to) it's the best Christmas they've ever had.
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im-a-marvel-ous-hoe · 4 months
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Under The Mistletoe | Bucky Barnes (6th Day of 🎄)
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We are officially half way done! I’m havin’ a blast writing these and I hope y’all are enjoying reading ‘em! 🤭
Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!
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“Hey, doll! Sorry I’m a little late!” I heard the front door open and the ruffle of bags as Bucky walked straight in. “The apple cider was on sale so I just had to get another bottle and the traffic back was… wow.”
Bucky stood by the door in awe as he took in the view in front of him. His two favorite girls were putting up the Christmas ornaments on the tree while soft music played in the background. Lights were already hung up and the smell of baked goods made him want to float gently in the air and be guided towards their sweet goodness like an animated character his daughter likes to make him watch with her.
Alpine was the first to greet him as our daughter Grace was quick to walk over to him. “Daddy! You’re back! Look what we did!” He bent down to place the grocery bags on the floor and pet our fur baby before lifting Grace up in his arms. “I can see that, sweetheart.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her up and brought her up to his chest.
“It looks amazing!” He placed a kiss on her cheek as she let out a laugh. “Hey, doll.” He smiled as we walked closer to me with our daughter in our arms. “Hey, you.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss as Grace turned her body towards his chest and whined. “Eeewww!” I chuckled against his lips and pulled away.
“Aww, is my little munchkin feelin’ left out?” He turned towards her and placed kisses all over her face. She squirmed in his arms and let out a squeal of laughter, telling her daddy that boys have cooties. “Except daddy! You’re not allowed to date or kiss anyone ‘till you’re 50.” He laughed and placed her back down on the floor as she walked over to the box of ornaments.
He turned his attention back towards me and did a quick look around the room. “You put all these decorations up real quick. Who named you Santa’s number one helper?” He joked as I smiled up at him. “I am a black belt in decorating.”
“Hmm.” He chuckled and took off his jacket, placing it somewhere in our living room, walked behind me so my back was to his front and gave me a hug. “Ya putin’ up the last touches on the tree?” I nodded and tilted my head so it was against his chin. “What do ya think?”
“It’s perfect.” I turned to look up at him and saw him already staring at me. “You’re so cheesy.”
“Shut up, you know you love it.” I chuckled and pulled out of his embrace and looked down at my phone for the time. “I’ll be right back, I gotta go get the cookies out of the oven. Can you please close up the box and help look for the star?”
He nodded and waved me off. “I got it, doll. You go take care of those cookies.” I smiled and walked into our kitchen, immediately grabbing the oven mitts. My mouth watered at the smell of the baked goods and couldn’t wait to take a bite. I slipped the gloves on, bent down and opened the oven.
The heat wave hit me before the intensity of the smell did. I reached in and grabbed the cookie tray, taking it out and closing the oven door behind me with my hip. I placed the tray on top of the stove and turned off the oven. I stood and took a good look at the sweets in front of me and sighed in content.
I reached for a spatula I left on the counter top and grabbed a plate big enough to place cookies on to help cool down. I began scooping them up and carefully placing them down on the plate. I softly hummed along to the Christmas music playing in the living room until I finished.
While I let the cookies cool down, I decided to make some hot chocolate. I grabbed the milk from the fridge and poured four cups into an empty pot to warm up. Once that got started, I walked over to the pantry and searched for the tablets of chocolate de abuelita. I lifted the small box up to my nose and took a whiff, the smell automatically transporting me to when I was a kid and my abuela would make this during the cold seasons.
I opened the wrapper and grabbed the tablet inside and dropped it into the small pot. I whisked until it completely dissolved and became frothy. Since we didn’t have any cinnamon sticks in the house to cook along with the seasonal drink, I reached for the next best thing – cinnamon powder, and added some into the mixture.
When the hot chocolate was done, I walked over to the cabinets and grabbed three mugs. Using a ladle, I poured the drink into the cups and set them down on the table. I grabbed the baked goods and set them in the middle, ready to eat.
“Cookies are done!” I yelled out and was soon greeted with the sound of feet running and giggling. Grace was the first one in and Bucky followed right after, his hands behind his back as he strolled in. “Mmmm!” Grace licked her lips and pulled out a chair to sit down on. I grabbed two cookies and placed them down in front of her along with her hot chocolate.
Bucky reached down for his drink and grabbed it, bringing it up to his lips and softly blew on it before taking a sip. “Mmmm indeed, sweetheart.” He smiled as she took a bite out of her cookie.
I leaned in to grab a cookie, unaware of Bucky’s arm that stood up straight between the two of us. His head tilted up as he called me. “Doll?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s that?”
“What’s what?” I leaned back and saw him looking up. I followed his gaze and noticed he was holding a mistletoe above our heads. A smile instantly etched its way onto my face as I glanced back at him and saw a cheeky shit eating grin on his.
“And where exactly did you find this?”
“In one of the boxes while looking for the star. I was waiting for you to come back so I could use it on you, but after 10 minutes, I figured you were busy and would just wait until you called for me.. and you did.”
His smile never left his face as he told me of his discovery. “C’mon, doll.. it’s tradition.”
I chuckled and leaned up, planting a kiss on his lips as his free hand reached for my waist to bring me closer to him. I placed my hand on his chest and smiled against him, loving the cheesy romantic thing couples do during the holidays.
“Mama! No! You’ll get cooties!” I heard our daughter exclaim and I pulled away laughing and shaking my head. “Hey, daddy doesn’t have cooties! Isn’t that right, mama?” Bucky looked down at me and smiled.
“Tell Grace that her daddy is safe! Only other boys have cooties, not me.”
“No, mama! Don’t listen to him! All boys have them!”
“Not me!”
“Yuh – huh!”
“Y/N!”
“Mama!”
I stood there in amusement and simply reached down for my hot chocolate and took a sip. “I don’t know who to believe.” They both tried stating their cases while I watched in bewilderment.
“Grace, baby, I’m just showing mama how much I love her!” She covered her mouth and shook her head, laughing. “I kissed you on the cheek earlier and you didn’t say ‘eww’! Why is it ‘eww’ now?”
“‘Cause you kissed mama on the mouth! You told me all boys have cooties!”
“That’s right! But — ”
“You’re a boy!”
I almost spit out my drink laughing, watching as our daughter stumped her father. His eyes widened, clearly not expecting for that comment to backfire towards him.
“Wha.. no, wait a minute! I didn’t mean it like that!”
“So getting kisses from boys is okay now?” I asked, joining in on the teasing. He looked back at me and raised his eyebrows, pointing a finger my way.
“You’re not helping me out here!”
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moonlit-imagines · 3 months
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“Yes, quite pretty.” Loki said very simply while sipping on his hot chocolate, quietly staring at the massive Christmas tree that stood tall in New York City. “Is this it?”
“There are Christmas lights in the suburbs, too. It’s a little ways away but they’re much more…diverse.” You explained and Loki cocked a brow.
“Elaborate on this, please.” Loki requested.
“Well, the other lights are on houses and everyone has different taste, I guess. And they put up different decorations and colors and lights.” You explained a bit vague. “Some have inflatable stuff like penguins and Santa’s and stuff like that. Real fun stuff.” You paused and waited for Loki to say something as he stared ahead at the massive tree.
“Hm, yes, that does sound better. Let’s go.”
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