#ficmas 2019

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Hii! I don't know if i didn't check properly if you had written it, but when is their weddingggggggg, are the 1d members invited or is it an intimate gathering!?!?!?! i need to knowwwww!

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A/N: SINCE 2010 ficmas day 5! sorry for the super late post again, im so bad at this lovies 😅 but she's finally here and probably one of my most favorite chapters in YNrry's story!!

SUMMARY: YN and Harry finally (and secretly) tie the knot in her hometown surrounded by their closest friends and family on their anniversary. Here is where they reminisce a couple of Christmases back when they officially became a couple along with some unexpected circumstances. (8.7k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist // ficmas 2022 masterlist

"YN!" The couple looks up towards the front door to see a very excited Penny on the porch. The two bark out a laugh as they see the woman with her hands in the air, her hips shimmying from side to side before making her way down the porch steps. YN meets her step mum halfway and they join each other in a tight warm embrace. 

After YN and Harry wrapped up their last shows of the year for their world tours, it was time to pack their things and fly over to Doncaster for their small, secret wedding. They’ve done their best acting work yet in keeping their engagement away from the public eye for almost a year and it was finally time to fulfill their promise to become husband and wife on their anniversary.

After some careful planning, the couple ultimately decided to have their wedding at the Tomlinson’s family home right in the backyard with a few selected guests outside of their immediate family members. 

"Hey mum," YN mumbles into the older woman's shoulder.

"Oh, it's so good to see you, my baby," Penny reaches out, gripping Harry's wrist to pull him into the group hug as well. YN’s stepmum has so many wonderful and cheerful qualities about her but the one thing that Harry loves the most about the love of his life's mum is that she never fails to make someone feel so welcomed.

"Ugh, you're here. You both are finally here. And you mister," Penny pulls back to shove a playful finger at Harry's chest. "I haven't seen enough of you in a hot minute."

“Been a bit busy with work and everything but never too busy for you, Pen,” He gives the older woman a charming smile. Penny squeals and pinches at Harry’s cheek.

“Yeh too sweet, can’t get enough of you!” Penny hooks her arm through with her daughter's and walks back towards the grand house, "Harry leave those bags there in the car. I'll have Louis and the boys come out and help you with that so if I see you carry them inside I'll smack yeh. Come on!"

As they walk up the rest of the gravel driveway, Harry can't help but think back and reminisce on the night he took YN to his mum's house for Christmas almost four years ago in 2019.

...

Harry opens YN’s car door as she carefully tries to take off her seatbelt while simultaneously trying to keep a homemade cookies bag from toppling over. 

While YN spent Christmas Eve/Louis’s birthday with the rest of the Tomlinson clan, aka her family, she couldn’t possibly deny Anne invitation to spend Christmas day with the Styles. It was a new experience for her spending this holiday away from her family, but she was more than happy to comply with her best friend’s mom’s wishes. 

After spending two months in Malibu earlier in the year, and after having having a much needed talk with Harry about their feelings for one another, they’re still trying to navigate how to go through with their acts of devotion towards one another. As much as it hurt the both of them to end their relationship once more, they decided to do the healthy thing for once and focus on themselves and their mental health first before pouring out everything they have toward someone else. 

It turns out that their crisp trepidation was too heavy to simply shake off so quickly.

Their friendship, however, could never be tossed aside.

When she closes her door with her hip, she can hear Harry close the backseat door and he holds the Christmas gifts they brought for the Styles family. Anne’s house reminded YN so much about her stepmum’s home: a tiny little cottage-like home with a vast amount of greenery surrounding the area. It instantly brings a smile on her face and makes her feel at home being away from home.

“Hey um,” YN looks up at Harry as they walk up his mother’s driveway. “I just want to say that I really appreciate you being here. I know you spend this time with your family so I just wanted to say that it means a lot that you’re here with me. You really didn’t have to.”

“Well, remember I’m only here for Anne,” YN jokingly reminds her friend.

“M’being serious though.”

“So am I.”

“YN,” Harry stops them as the reach the front door. Due to Harry's hands being full, she takes the liberty to reach out and ring the doorbell. “Look, before we go inside, there's something I need to tell you...”

“I’m all ears.”

“I-”

“YN!” Anne's voice breaks through the space and she’s instantly lighting up from the older woman’s energy. Anne wastes no time pulling her in for a hug while Harry is left hanging in nervousness. “Merry Christmas, hun.”

“Merry Christmas, Anne. It’s been so long,” YN says over her shoulder. She’s missed her so much more than she realized as she almost gets emotional at her embrace.

“Too long. It’s a crime that Harry doesn’t bring you along when he comes home,” The two women look over at Harry but YN notices how he quickly puts a smile on his face. She slightly furrows her eyebrows at his actions but before she can fully question him, Gemma comes out from the hallway and walks towards the three of them.

“Hey you,” Gemma immediately wraps her arms over YN’s shoulders.

“Hey Gem. How’ve you been?” The two of them sway quickly back and forth for a second before pulling away.

“Great now that you’re here. Hopefully my brother hasn’t been giving you much trouble,” Gemma says while nodding her head to Harry. When she looks back at Harry again, she sees his mum helping him with the gifts they brought. He looks up at her again as well and smiles a closed lipped smile, they kind where his dimples don’t dig into his cheeks in the way she likes. 

What’s up with him?

“Never. Oh—” YN quickly remembers the big ziploc bag in her hand. “Me mum made cookies earlier today and she wasn’t gonna let me come over here without bringing you all some.” 

“Aw, you all are too sweet. I love that pretty Penny to death,” Anne gushes as she takes the bag from her extended hand and beckens YN and her son to come further into the house. “Make yourself at home, YN. I’ll introduce you to the rest of the family and later we have some games we’re going to play. So bring your A-game, the Styles are very competitive—not like you don’t already know. Especially these two,” Anne points to her two children.

“Well m’not one for losing either, Annie, so they better have their guards up,” YN smirks and the two women pretend to be baffled before they all break out into chuckles. “And I will, thank you.” 

When Anne and Gemma both walk and disappear further into the home, YN turns to Harry and begins to take off her shoes. “You alright, babe? You look a little pale,” She puts the back of her hand to Harry's forehead just to make sure. Harry shakes his head and softly grasps her hand in his.

“Yes...well maybe? I dunno, really,” He lets out a nervous chuckle and it only makes her more concerned. “I just need to let you know that—”

“Uncle Harry!” A little boy YN recognizes to be one of Harry’s few nephews comes running up to the two of them and Harry is quick to put a bright smile back on.

“Hey, look at you! You’re so big now,” Harry wraps his arms around the back of the boy’s legs and lifts him up. “You’re a full-fledged adult now, aren’t yeh? Look at that mustache on your lip. See that, babe?”

“Oh yeah,” YN plays along with Harry’s teasing. “Might need a trim soon, for sure.”

The young boy laughs when Harry wiggles his fingers under the little boy’s armpits before setting him down. Soon after, the little boy is dragging his uncle further into the house and into the living room announcing how he needs to show him all of the new toys Santa brought him last night. When Harry gives her a shrug of his shoulder with yet another tight-lipped smile as he gets whisked away, she’s left wondering what he needs to tell her so badly.

...

When Harry trails behind his fiancée and her mum inside the Tomlinson house, the sound of chatting and commotion fills the spacious living room instantly. 

“Aunt YN!” A little carbon copy of Louis comes running to up YN and he tightly wraps his arms around her torso.

“Freddie! Aw you’re too big now, lad. Almost didn’t recognize yeh. How are you, little man?”

Harry happily looks on at how the Tomlinsons come up to hug and greet YN before they get to him. YN can’t help but coo when Lottie carries in her new baby, she does her secret handshakes with each of set of twins and warmly greets the older Tomlinson grandparents. As Harry finishes greeting Lottie’s boyfriend, he fondly looks at how her and Louis give each other a kiss on the cheek before staying in their embrace for a minute longer than she did for the others.

“Why didn’t no one tell me one of my favorite girls is finally here?” Anne quickly wraps her arms around YN as soon as she pulls away from her childhood best friend's hug. 

“Should I be offended that my mum hugged my fiancée first and not me?” Harry hurtfully yet playfully asks his old band mate.

“Deeply,” Louis jokes before pulling him in for a hug, patting him heavily on the back. “S’good to see you, man. Ready for the big day?”

“He’s been ready since he was practically sixteen,” Gemma interrupts with a sassy smile. “He’s gonna have to blow the dust off the paper he wrote his vows on from how long ago her wrote them—hey!” His sister laughs when he gives a playful (yet very real) shove to her head.

...

The night has been a blast so far. The Styles family were much like Penny and the Tomlinson’s in how family is at the core of their lives. After getting introduced to the few family members she didn’t know, they quickly accept her like they’ve known her all their lives.

Harry can see just how naturally good she is at everything. She wins over the grumpy grandparents who only seem to smile once a year and now has them doubled over in laughter. She’s a fierce competitor at all of their family games and doesn’t hold back from her brutal skills as she goes head to head with him over a play of some guessing game. When it’s time to set the table, she’s quickly removing herself from her close spot next to Harry to help Anne with anything she needs.

“Well, she certainly seems like a lovely girl,” Gemma says lowly once she’s slid on over next to her brother. “Very companion worthy.” When she sees him start to pinch worriedly at his bottom lip, she gives him a sympathetic smile, “Still haven’t told her yet, huh?”

“No, and neither will you.”

“You’re gonna have to tell her, H. You have to tell one of them or else it’s just gonna blow up in your face,” His older sister reasons. She’s right, and he knows that she’s right.

“I will,” Harry lowers his voice when he sees YN and his mum come out of the kitchen with plates of food in their hands as they go about setting up the dining room table behind him.

It startles him when he feels two hands on his shoulders and he feels a smile creep onto his face when he feels the side of YN’s face press up against his, “Dinner is officially served. Come on, your mum wants you to sit next to her, and I want to sit next to you.”

With a squeeze of his shoulders, Harry feels giddiness zip through him at her comment and ignores the knowing look his older sister gives him as he gets up from the couch.

...

As everyone gets settled in—mums hustling in the kitchen, little ones running every which way, and the older children talking among themselves in the living room—Louis and YN take a moment to sit outside together away from all the chaos. The backyard was essentially all set for tomorrow. As the two sit on one of the couches of the spacious backyard, in front of them sits two sections of seats, a walkway in the middle and an altar made of branches awaits at the end. The arch of the altar is filled with white flowers. 

The couple was thankful that the England weather was relatively warm this year as there was barely any snow in sight. 

As the two stare out at the set up, YN lets out a sigh, wrapping her arms around her legs and fidgets with the butterfly ring on her finger, “This is kind of surreal, yeh know? Like, after all this time we’re finally gonna do this,” YN huff out a giggle. “Remember when Harry gave this ring a couple of Christmases ago? Feels like ages away."

Louis offers his cigarette to her and she shakes her head to decline.

“That’s around the time he told me he had a crush on you.”

YN snaps her head towards her childhood best friend, “Whot! He told all those years ago?”

“S’not like it was a secret. He practically kissed the ground you walked on. It was pretty fookin’ obvious, love. You know...eh never mind.” Louis shakes his head with a smile and brings the white stick back to his lips, taking a long drag. 

“Oi! Y’can’t say that and then not say what you were going to say,” YN pushes at his shoulder. 

“I dunno why I even brought it up. Don’t know if I should even tell yeh,” YN raises her hand as a threat to hit his shoulder and he slightly cowards back with his hands raised. “Oi, alright, alright. It’s not even a big deal.”

“Y’making it seem that way though. Y’got me all nervous.”

“Well,” Louis tilts his head back as he blows the smoke out from his lungs. He scratches his eyebrow with his thumb with a sigh, “He’d kill me if he knew I was telling yeh this but...y’mum wasn’t the only one he asked for a blessing to marry you.” 

She furrows her eyebrows and tilts her head as she looks to her childhood best friend, her brother. 

“Are...are you sayin’ that Harry asked you as well?” 

Louis just gives her a small smile and silently nods down to himself, bringing his cigarette to his lips once more. 

In the next second, her eyes begin to water at Harry’s gesture. The fact that he went the extra mile to ask her childhood best friend—the man who she sees as an older brother—if he had approval to become her husband makes the love she has for her fiancé grow more and more. She turns her head to look behind her and through the sliding doors that see into the kitchen. 

Penny has Harry’s hands working on needing out a tough ball of cookie dough. He listens intently to her instructions as she pours various cookie toppings into different bowls. His own mum rummages around the kitchen as well, helping learn how to make her soon-to-be mother-in-law’s infamous chocolate chip cookies. 

It seems as though Harry must not be kneading the dough fast enough as her mum comes up behind him and aids his hands into the mix. YN can’t hear it from being outside but Harry’s face says it all as he begins to laugh at the playful action. His eyes crinkle and his dimples pop out as he lifts his shoulders in a fit of giggles. 

YN huff out a small laugh through her nose at the sight and she can’t stop the rogue tears that escape as she falls more in love with the man inside.

“M’happy for you, love,” When she turns her gaze back to Louis, he nods toward the house. “Harry he...he really loves you, YN. He’s gonna be a good husband. And if he isn’t, I’ll kick his arse.” 

YN can’t help but let out a watery laugh, wiping under her eyes before snuggling under his extended arm, “I believe you.” 

They both enjoy the quietness of the outdoors a little longer until they turn their heads to the sound of one of the doors sliding open.

“Auntie YN,” Freddie excitingly steps onto the porch, his cheeks turning pink by the second.

“Freddie, where’s yeh coat?” Louis scolds. 

“Sorry daddy but Grandma Penny said it's time for you to come inside or, or else you’re going to get sick,” The little boy with his father's eyes quickly explains before scurrying off inside.

“You coming inside, Lou?” YN asks, still stuck to his side. He gives her shoulder a squeeze and throws the bud of his cigarette into the grass. 

“Let’s go. Yeh know, you’re gonna be having to scold yeh own kids pretty soon.”

“One step at a time, Lou.”

...

It was safe to say that it’s been a good while since YN has had a home-cooked meal and Anne never fails to provide such delicious food—especially now as everyone feasts on their full plates. Harry’s mum sits at the head of the table, her two children sit in the next seats beside her and YN is seated happily next to Harry. As they all eat and chat away, YN puts a hand over her mouth to prevent food flying out from laughter at one of his uncle’s stories.

Throughout the dinner, her and Harry have been acting like they usually would any other time they’re together. Like when they were all sitting on the couch listening to funny (and embarrassing) stories about each family member, YN sat contently under the comfort of Harry’s arm draped over her shoulder. Or after a round of another guessing game, Harry takes her in his arms and gives her a spin after their team’s victory; boasting loudly and planting a friendly kiss on her cheek. 

Or like now as YN’s giggly body subconsciously leans over to Harry, he doesn’t think twice about putting a hand on her knee, leaning further into her as he lets out a laugh of how own. 

“And when I looked down, it was in my hand the entire time!” His uncle explains the ending to his amusing story and the table goes into another fit of laughter and chuckles. His aunt brings a clothed napkin to wipe under her eyes and playful smacks her husband’s shoulder. 

When YN looks to her best friend, they both shake their heads as giggles and chuckles push past their lips. She gives him the smile that always makes his knees weak and he’s never been more thankful to be sitting down at the sight. 

Anne looks over fondly to her son and YN next to her and can’t help but wave a hand excitedinly in front of her, “YN, dear. I’m so happy you came over for today. But you’ll have to excuse Uncle David over there, he’s a bit of a jokester.”

“Not at all,” YN dimisses with a reassuring wave of her hand. “My uncle Teddy is the same way. It’s nice to see that humorous uncles run in good families.”

It’s nearly impossible to not be in awe of the woman sitting next to him. She’s just so naturally good at everything, and much like her stepmum, she can always make a person feel welcomed, special even, with just one look.

“I’m just so happy that my son has finally brought his girlfriend over for Christmas,” Anne beams from her seat at the head of the table and YN’s fork squeaks against the china plate. Harry nearly chokes on the glass of wine in his hand and Gemma looks up at her the two across from her with wide eyes. The wind gets knocked out of YN as she failed to notice that he was seeing someone on the side, that she failed to notice the possible woman in the room...but another realization presses down on her chest. 

She can feel her best friend tense up next to her and it all makes sense now: Harry didn’t tell his mum that they weren’t together anymore. Harry’s mum was referring to YN.

YN thinks quickly and instead of politely correcting his mum or throwing out all of the questions racing in her mind, she smiles softly at Anne and says, “Thank you for having me.” When she turns her gaze to Harry, he sees him give her an appreciative smile, “M’really grateful to be here with all of you. I’m a very lucky person today.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Harry comments truthfully. He’s so grateful to not only have his best friend over for such a memorable day but for her not exposing him to his entire family on Christmas day. He removes the hand on her knee to bring her hand to mouth to place a kiss on her knuckles and the table looks onto them fondly.

Before Anne can get all teary-eyed over the sight, she puts on a loving smile and announces for everyone to continue to eat up before the food gets cold. As everyone dives back into their own conversations and the room is filled with chatter and silverware claking again, Harry leans over to whisper in YN’s ear.

“Thank you.” YN gives her friend a warm smile like he’s telling her something loving, partly because she feels for him and partly because his mum hasn’t taken her eyes off of them yet, “I can explain.”

“Later,” YN whisper back, interlocking her hand with his. “In the meantime, is yeh nose alright? Looks like wine sky-rocketed out from there from the news," She giggles behind her own glass and Harry falls more in love with her with every passing second.

...

As the night before their wedding day comes to fruition, everyone in the house was sent promptly to bed to be ready for tomorrow—especially the bride-to-be. Penny, Anne, Gemma, and Lottie all shooed Harry away from his fiancé and made sure YN was tucked into bed as soon as possible as she needs her beauty sleep before the most important day of her life. 

While Harry was shoved into a room of his own, he couldn’t stop tossing and turning. As excited as he is for the next day to arrive, he can’t seem to fall asleep without his love snuggled up next to him.

As the rest of the house is already in deep sleep, Harry pads his bare feet out of the guest room and makes his way into the kitchen. He knuckles at his eyes and reaches for the handle of the refrigerator. 

“Not gettin’ cold feet are yeh?” 

Harry nearly jumps out of his skin, quickly turning around to spot his fiancée sitting on top of the dining table. She holds back a laugh around the cookie in her mouth and he notices that she has a steaming mug sitting on the table by her hips. 

“Of course not. Been waiting forever for this day, think m’just too excited to sleep,” He makes his way over to her to stand inbetween her swinging legs. “What are you doing up?”

“Same here. Too jittery to wait until tomorrow,” YN keeps her gaze on the mug next to her as she dunks her stepmum’s homemade cookie in the hot chocolate as she bashfully says her next words. “Plus, I couldn’t really fall asleep without you with me so...”

It’s hard for the two of them not to be reminiscent of always meeting up back in the kitchen: from their two month trip in Jamaica, while making his second album in Malibu, when they officially became a couple in 2019—it all seems a little full circle.

"Will you be a good bride-to-be to your soon-to-be husband and let me have a bite?" He nods toward the chunky cookie in her hand with a grin, ultimately deciding that he can't tease her for her sleep comment because it's the same reasons he's up. He leans forwards when she offers him some but scoffs when she swerves it out of the way at the last second and into her mouth.

When she finishes her chewing, he hushes her laugh by pressing his lips to hers. He pulls her in closer by gripping her hips and she happily cards her fingers through his hair. When teases his fingers under the waistband of her sleep shorts, she pulls away with a giggle.

"Harry, baby we can't here," She whispers into the air as he begins to nibble down the side of her neck.

"Why not?" He mumbles onto her skin and the sound of his boyish whinnying makes her smile.

"Because, quite literally, our closest family members are all currently sleeping under this roof. Me mum can walk in on us. Or your mum. Or Louis-"

"They will walk in on us if you don't hush up," Harry points out and it makes his dimples dig into his cheeks when she giggles softly. "Don't you want me, baby?"

"I want you," YN mumbles shyly and it has him quickly bringing his mouth to hers again. She pulls him closer with a tug of his hair and he groans against her, a noise that has her shushing him just the same way he did to her.

They try to keep as quiet as they possibly can but it turns difficult when they can't stop giggling and hushing each other. Especially how she has to dig her face into his shoulder when he tugs their shorts just low enough until her can push inside her or being shushed when he has to stop to move the steaming mug of hot chocolate to the seat. He tells her to be quiet through a chuckle when she goes to lay her back against the hardwood table and she lets out a string of giggles when the table starts to creek from their movements. Her laughs turn into quiet moans and whimpers when he begins to pound into her and he brings his hand over her mouth as they both come undone.

After busting out the disinfecting bottle and vigorously wiping down the table, Harry escorts her back to her room.

“What?” YN questions when he sees Harry give her a lovesick smile, the same kind of smile that begins to tug one on her own lips.

“This is our last night with you being my fiancée.”

She hums out in agreement. It’s at this moment that she realizes that the scary feeling in her tummy for tomorrow isn’t necessarily out of fear, but excitement. All this time she thought she might be second-guessing herself, making herself think that she wasn’t good enough for Harry, that he deserves someone better. But this gooey twist in her stomach is from how giddy she feels, about how much he loves her. He wants her to be his wife, no one else.

She can’t help herself from stepping forward, placing a hand on Harry’s chest to lean up on the balls of her feet to gently press her lips to his.

“Good night, my fiancé,” She mumbles against his lips.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“Until tomorrow, my love.”

He reluctantly pulls himself away from her with a deep sigh, “I’ll be waiting at the altar.”

“I’ll meet yeh there.”

“Good night, lovie.”

“Good night.”

YN giggles at how neither one of them makes an effort to move from their spots.

“You love me?” 

She barks out a laugh but quickly puts a hand over her mouth to muffle the contagious sound. He puts a warm hand over the one over her mouth while the other puts a finger to his lips, a dimpled smile already breaking out.

“I can’t stand you,” She teases in a whisper. “But of course I love you. Agree to marry you, didn’t I?”

“Damn right you did,” He boasts, walking backwards down the hall. “Good night, baby.” 

“Night,” YN bites her bottom lip to tame her smile and leans her head on the door frame. Before she can get her hand on the door, another giggle comes tumbling past her lips when he quickly makes his way over to her again to give her a loving kiss. He brings her left hand to his mouth to plant a kiss to the ring her gave her before forcing himself down the hall to the guest room.

...

Harry had his explanation ready. It was all planned out a rehearsed to a T, but now as he stands before YN’s awaiting eyes in his mum’s kitchen the next day, he loses all the words he knows.

Yesterday was packed with activities and fun and laughter that it was hard not to pull her away from all that and explain himself. He couldn’t be the cause of her loosing her bright smile as they play another guessing game with his family. He couldn’t be the one to interrupt her laughter while they assembled gingerbread houses.

And the one time he actually had the chance to pull her off to the side, his little nephew pointed out that they were under the misletoe. All of his worrying thoughts came to a stop when she looked up at him with a shrug of her shoulders as his family all had their eyes excitingly locked on them. How could he even think to hesitate when she was so willing and pliable in his hands as he cups her face and presses his lips to hers—their first kiss since they’ve split up a couple of months ago. It was a short and sweet kiss for the sake of his family standing before them but how he wished they were the only ones in the room.

And there certainly was no way he was going to wake her after she falls asleep with her head on his shoulder as the older cousins sit around the living room to watch Christmas movies. When everyone begins to file out of the living room wishin him good night, all he can really do is carefully manuver her so she’s between him and the back of the couch and drap a blanket over the two of them. His heart and the warm feeling inside his chest only grows when she blindly reaches out for him, pulling him close and tucking her head in the crook of his neck.

Now in the cold light of day, Harry has to face the music and explain why his mum thinks the two are still together after already being months apart.

“It’s...look I,” Harry takes in a deep breath. It was already hard enough to proper gather his thoughts at the sight of her alone so it was extremely difficult now under the circumstances. “I didn’t mean to lead her onto to anything, I promise. She was so happy when we were actually together and, and when we broke up, telling her wasn’t necessarily the first thing on my mind. I meant to tell her soon enough and it completely didn’t come to mind that she still thought that way when she invited you over for Christmas. I appreciate you playing along and I’m forever in you debt because of that but, I will tell her. I will tell her today and as much as it will hurt her, I can’t imagine how hard all this is hurting you.”

Harry lets out a deep sigh. He had everything planned and it all came to bite him back in the worst way.

"Hurting me?" YN questions and he's taken back when she gently takes a hold of his chin so his gaze meets hers. "You've been doing the complete opposite. Yeah, this is all a little weird given the situation and I might have been caught off guard but...I miss you. I've missed you for...I honestly don't think I ever stopped missing you. I've been meaning to tell you that I'm ready to be with you, officially, but there never seemed like a good time. And I completely understand if you're not ready to be with me yet or don't want to be with me at all-"

YN is silenced by Harry stepping forwards, cupping her cheeks and pressing his lips to hers.

When he pulls back, he's met with her beautiful eyes that are glazed over in confusion.

"Don't want to be with you at all?" Harry asks in disbelief. "Of course I want to be with you. There's never a day that goes by without me wanting to be with you, YN. I'm ready, I've been ready. No more bullshit or back-and-forth or confusion. I want you, plain and simple."

"I want you, too," YN beams before pulling him back into her.

The two have gone back and forth between being together and not being together over the past two years but this time it feels different, it feels right.

"Well, good morning to you too."

Anne's voice instantly has them pulling apart and taking a step away from each other, like a couple of teenagers caught in an obscene act. Harry's mum smiles warmly at the couple as she goes towards the stove, "Tea, anyone?"

Harry and YN tuck their lips in and one glance at one another has them beaming in embarrassment.

...

"Baby, you have to stop pacing." Penny softly comments from her spot on the dining table as watches her daughter walk back and forth. YN hasn't stopped twisting at the ring on her finger. She's not doing it in contemplation or regretting her decision for this day, it's just a nervous habit she's done ever since she can remember.

"Knock, knock. I’ve got a special delivery from—” Louis peaks his head in from the curtained sliding glass doors and stops in his tracks at the sight of his childhood best friend—his little sister—in front of him.

YN stands before him in her mermaid-style wedding dress. The sleeves are off the shoulder and the length of her dress stops right at the bottom of her feet. Her veils trails behind her and cascades down her back and onto the ground. Her make-up is done naturally and her hair is down and clipped out of her face. 

Tears threaten to escape his eyes but he sniffles them back as best he can, “Wow, YN. Yeh look...amazing.” 

“I don’t really feel amazing,” YN continues her pacing, holding her hands in front of her stomach as she continues to twist her ring and push down on her fingers with her thumbs. “I dunno why I can’t stop my mind from racing. I’m happy, so fookin' happy right now, but I just can’t stay still and, and I feel all nervous and what if I trip and fall while I’m walking down the isle. This all feels so—”

“Hey, hey. Take a breath alright,” Louis quickly steps over to her and places gentle hands on her bare shoulders. He non-verbally instructs her to take in deep breaths with him: in through his nose and out through his mouth. “S’normal for to feel like this, love. You’re happy and you love him and that’s all that matters. But if you don’t want to go through with this either, I’ll start the car up and we can go down and grab a burger, alright? No one can say anything about it.”

After a couple of breathes, YN opens her eyes and flicker them back and forth between his.

“I, I want to see him. Like, if he can just tell me that it’s all alright, that this is all fine or to just hug him or something...”

“Well, I may not be able to give yeh that, but he did tell me to give you this,” Louis grabs a piece of paper from his inner suit jacket, YN carefully unfolds the paper and nearly cries at the sight of her fiancé’s hand writing.

Everything will be alright, my love. I can practically hear you pacing from the outside the house and please stop twisting at your ring or craking your fingers. Your hands will be in mine soon enough. I’ll be waiting at the altar. I love you so much it hurts. Harry x. 

YN huffs out a laugh through her nose at how well he knows her. Harry wasn’t even told what she was doing, surely in hopes to not make him nervous but he knows her like the back of his hand. YN doesn’t even realize how her breathing as calmed down or how less jittery she feels from her anxiety earlier. She doesn’t even realize how big of a smile she has on her face until Louis takes her chin in between his fingers.

“She’s acting like he hung up the moon and stars by the way she’s smiling like that,” Louis jests and YN doesn’t even try her hand at a witty comeback.

“Thank you, Louis. I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for everything you’ve done for me,” She says sincerely. “From when I was a little girl till now, you’ve taken care of me and looked out for me like a big brother should. You mean the world to me and I love you very much.”

With a tight lipped smile, he pulls YN into his arms before she can see his eyes begin to tear up. 

“There’s no need to thank meh. I’d gladly do it all over again if I had to.”

The three of them turn their attention to a knock on the sliding glass doors before Gemma steps in with an excited smile, "It’s time.”

...

YN can hear the infamous wedding music begin to play outside and she takes in a shaky breath. Penny puts a loving hand overher daughter's that are tightly gripping onto her bouquet and it instantly calms YN’s nerves. 

“Ready, my baby?” She gives her daughter the warmest smile, the smile that’s engraved into YN’s memory ever since she was a little girl. Penny was the only woman her no-good of a father brought home that actually acknowledged baby YN. Penny gave up her free, hippie lifestyle for one of a mother’s and it was a decision, a promise, she continues to fulfill every passing day since. She has been the parent, the provider, and the support that YN needed and YN is forever grateful for the woman standing beside her.

Penny has been more than two parents combined and so after giving her mum a nod, the glass doors slide open and the two woman begin their walk down the isle.

As YN takes her steps down to the altar, she spots the familiar faces around the small number of seats.

She passes by Mitch and Sarah as she’s slightly bouncing their baby boy in her arms.

She passes by the Tomlinson girls—the family she grew up with and calls her own.

She passes some of Harry’s close family members and holds back a giggle when Uncle David gives her two thumbs up.

She passes by the empty seats that were reserved for her two other bandmates who “couldn't make the trip” (an obvious outcome that the couple forshadowed yet still sent out the invitations nonetheless) but she smiles warmly when she sees her favorite blond lad. Niall smiles brightly at her before looking down at his shoes in hopes for her not to see the way he starts to tear up. 

She passes Anne and Gemma in the front row, both with loving looks lighting up their faces. Harry’s mum mouths that she looks so beautiful and puts a shaky hand over her heart. 

She passes Louis as he watches her with his lips tucked to the side to help stop himself from blubbering like a baby. He has been so calm, cool and collected during all of this but actually seeing his baby sister walk down the isle in her white dress is hitting him like a ton of bricks.

And lastly, she sees Harry standing before her at the end of the altar dressed in a simple yet classic tux, red-nosed and teary-eyed at the sight of his bride. When he meets her gaze, he quickly knuckles away the tears before giving her her favorite dimpled smile. He takes in a deep breath, unable to hold back the sob that racks through his chest.

With glossy eyes, Penny plants a gentle kiss to her daughter’s cheek before reaching out to place YN’s hand in Harry’s. He gives the older woman a kiss on her cheek, as well as a reassuring nod of his head as a nonverbal way of saying that he has her. After stepping up to face one another, Penny takes her place on the other side of the front row and as the ceremony begins, she seats herself next to the empty chair reserved for Jay.

...

“YN,” The officiant turns his attention over to the bride. “You may now read your vows.”

After Gemma hands YN the small piece of paper, she looks up to see her groom give her an encouraging smile.

“Harry," YN takes a shaky breath in and her vision already gets blurry. "Shit. Oh! Fook, I'm sorry. Shit! Ahh wait!" She puts a hand over her mouth as the audience laughs at her antics. Harry’s shoulders shake up by his ears and the outer corners of his eyes crinkle as he laughs.

"I love you," he leans over to plant a kiss on her cheek.

He lets out another laugh when she gives him an uneasy look of disbelief.

"Harry,” She starts again. “I don’t think there are words good enough to describe how much how I love you. You’ve shown me so many things, taught me so much about not only in life, but of myself. Before you, I wasn’t a very touchy-feely person. Now, I cannot go a day without one of your hugs. Before you, I couldn’t stand to listen to stupid love songs. Now, I’m constantly writing them about you. Before you, my world was seen in sepia. Now I see colors I never knew existed. You’re truly me best friend, the love of me life, and my soulmate. You understand me more than anyone else, more than myself sometimes. I can’t believe the day has come when we finish with the constantly changing labels of our relationship and finally settle it with husband and wife. I’ll never get tired of saying how much I love you and I can’t wait to start my forever with you.”

As soon as she finishes reading off of her tiny piece of paper, Harry steps forwards, cups her cheeks and plants a kiss to her lips. A couple of the men in the audience wolf and whistle loudly while the women playfully jab at them to quiet down. YN can’t help but giggle against her love’s lips, gripping onto the hands on her cheek before having to pull away.

“Harry, you may read your vows now.”

After calming his boyish smile, he takes his own piece of paper out of the inner pocket of his blazer and with a deep breath in, he begins to read his scribbled words.

“YN, it feels like I’ve been waiting my entire life to marry you. I knew I wanted you in my life when I first saw you at a Battle of the Bands competition when we were merely fifteen years old but I knew I wanted us to be more when we were put in a band a year later. We’ve gone through so many ups and downs over the past 12 years, and while it may have been frustrating at times, you were and always will be worth the wait. You’re my best friend and I truly cannot express how excited and happy I am to start this new chapter in our lives together as not just bandmates, secret lovers, blurry lines or merely as my best friend, but as husband and wife. I have loved you since 2010, now and forevermore.”

...

“Do you, YN YLN, take Harry Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” YN beams as she slides the wedding band onto Harry’s finger.

“Do you, Harry Styles, take YN YLN to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Harry breathes out a smile, sliding the wedding band onto his love’s finger to finish off the last piece of their ceremony.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Harry, you may now kiss your bride.”

Harry doesn’t waste another second before he cups her jaw and smushes his lips to hers. He wraps his other arm around her back and YN grips onto the front flaps of his tux, pulling him in incredibly close. He leans her back and he can feel her smile against his lips.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Styles!”

...

“I dunno, H,” YN says, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. Now that the two can confidently state that they’re officially together now, she’s scared that their relationship will be seen in the public eye. She knows that when they first started their on-and-off relationship two years ago, they kept it very low-key around their friends, in the studio and only later started to show PDA, but only to their close friends. They’ve managed to dodge past the questions and comments about them being an item for years but this was different. They’re officially a couple now.

The idea of going to a new year’s eve party and the fear of someone taking a picture of them while really doing anything can start a massive misunderstanding in their fandoms. The fans just knew.

“Jonny says that the people he invited were cool, only a handful of close friends,” It’s nice to know that Harry was also on board with keeping their relationship in the shadows. They’re very private people and keeping their personal lives out of the lights is something that they would like to keep. Harry grabs her fidgeting hands and holds them to his chest. “I think we deserve to enjoy more of our holiday before it’s over, don’t y’think?”

His words begin to process in her head as he clutches their hands together. His head bends down to kiss her knuckles, his thumb rubbing over the butterfly ring he gave her a couple of Christmases ago, and it almost made her knees give out. His head bobs a little as he moves to kiss each one. He lifts his eyes slightly to meet hers and she sighs deeply knowing he won.

“As long as I can kiss you whenever I want during the party then maybe it won’t be so bad,” She says, trying to fight the smile that creeps on her face. She’s still very paranoid about the party, but seeing Harry’s face light up at the sound of her agreeing was all it took for her to relax. 

Harry cups her face in his large hands and pressed his lips to hers. She instantly reacts by putting her hands on his waist and turning her head to the side to deepen the kiss. 

This feels right, it feels safe. Now that she’s told him what’s on her mind about their relationship, it’s as if everything seems too good to be true. She feels as if their new relationship is now stronger than whatever they had in the past with them both clear about their intentions, mentally in a better place, and their love for one another already well established.

Harry gently pushes her back until her back is touching the counter. As she feels his tongue slip past her lips, she grips the material of his hoodie around his waist in a silent plea for more.

“Let the girl breathe, will yeh,” Gemma's voice breaks their kiss. 

YN feels the blood rush up to her face and she covers her face in Harry's chest. She feels his arms wrap around her shoulders and his chest vibrates as he laughs. YN hopes it's directed toward his sister rather than her red face.

“Oi, you’re just pissed that your boyfriend doesn’t show you the same affection anymore,” Harry says to his older sister.

“Bogger off,” Gemma says with a laugh. “When you’re finished with your little snog fest can you please send her over to the living room. I’m currently losing charades to a seven year old and she’s my lucky charm.” 

“I’ll be there,” YN’s voice comes out muffled from being pressed against Harry's chest. Gemma gives Harry a nod and once he gives her one back in reassurance, she spins on her heel and exits the kitchen. "Why does this always happen?" YN asks with a shake of her head, confused about how they continue to get interrupted by their family members and it only makes a laugh tumble past Harry's lips.

...

The married couple sits side-by-side at the end of the long table set up in the backyard. Their mums sit on either side of their children while the rest of the family and friends sit down the line. Fairy lights blanket over the yard and it provides the most beautiful light over the small party celebration.

As the table is filled with the sound of chatter as everyone finishes up the pre-made home cooked meal, Harry has his arm draped over the back of YN’s chair where he’ll constantly lean over to her to whisper something in her ear or where she’ll ask to see his left hand again and hold it against hers to see their matching rings.

Louis gives Gemma a nod across from his spot on the table before standing up from his seat, clearing his throat as he taps a knife against his glass of champagne. The chatter begins to die down and soon enough everyone joins in on tapping their glass.

"This should be interesting," Harry whispers to his bride's ear and smiles when she lets out a giggle.

"Ello everyone. For the people who don't know, m'Louis—" Everyone chuckles since the only people invited were family members and close friends. Penny gives a smack to his arm before he continues. "As the best man, I'd like to give a little toast dedicated to the bride and groom. I've known Harry for over a decade and YN since she was practically in diapers. YN, you're like me little sister than anything. As annoying and frustrating as you can be sometimes—" The table laughs and YN has to resist from flipping off her childhood best friend. "—I love you so very much. Harry, I've witnessed more than anyone here how stupidly in love you are with YN. The amount of times I’ve watched these two idiots deny and hide their love from one another during our time in One Direction was truly excruciating to watch. Niall here can back me up on that. It’s that true, Nialler?” Louis lifts his glass towards their blonde friend who quickly nods his head and making the rest of the guests laugh.

“It was painful,” Niall agrees, leaning over to look at the marriage couple. “It even hurt me sometimes, you know?”

YN playfully rolls her eyes with a smile sitting on her lips while her husband pinches at his lips to keep his embarrassed smile at bay.

“But in all seriousness, seeing first hand how these two and fought and clawed their way through all the shit—” Penny smacks his arm once again at his vulgar language. “Sorry, sorry. Through all the obstacles that have thrown their way, their love prevailed through it all. Harry, I know you'll take good care of my sister...even if she stubbornly claims she doesn't need taking care of.”

The couple’s friends and family all make noises in agreement which makes YN playfully scoff at how fast and willing they all agreed. 

“I wish you lot the best and a very happy life together. To the bride and groom."

As everyone lifts their glass in the air, YN can’t help but give Louis a weary smile before blowing him a kiss and mouths that she loves him too.

"Alright, as the maid of honor, I also want to give a toast," Gemma is next to stand. "YN, I've always seen you as a sister and I'm so happy that it's officially offical. I feel that I shouldn’t really welcome you into the family because you’ve always been apart of the Styles family for as long as we’ve known you. Harry, my baby brother," Gemma tilts her head to the side, putting a hand over chest with her lips tucked inwards in hopes to tame her tears. "I'm so proud of all you've accomplished but I'm most happy that you've found your soulmate. You guys were truly made for one another and I could not imagine a more perfect couple."

Harry leans his head towards YN’s and the rest their temples against one another, closing their eyes for a second to live in the incredible bliss they both feel.

With a quick wipe to her watery cheeks, Gemma smiles and lifts up her glass, "You guys are going to continue to have a wonderful life together and yes, I’m calling dibs to be your baby’s godmother whenever the time comes.”

“Oi! Yeh can’t do that,” Louis defends. “That’s for them to pick. And it was gonna be me anyways.”

“I think it’s only fair we get to be the godparents since they’re the godparents of our little one,” Sarah pipes up from the side of the table.

“And what am I?” Niall raises his hands. “A roach?”

As the table begin to get rowdy, Harry waves his hands up while YN just holds her stomach as it begins to hurt from laughing so hard.

“Hey, woah!” He sliences the group. “We just got married, people. We’re not even pregnant. We’re not pregnant, right?” Harry asks his love and it only makes her laugh harder.

“No, no we’re not,” YN pressed the sides of her index fingers under her eyes from the giggly tears that managed to escape. “Oh my word, that was awesome. Gemma, please continue on with your toast before I bust at the seam.”

“As I was saying, we are all so happy for the two of you. You two will have a very happy together. To YN and Harry."

"To YN and Harry!"

"And without further ado, I'd like to invite you two to the dance floor to present your first dance as husband and wife."

And with that, Harry takes his wife’s hand in his as he leads her to the small designated dance area behind their table.

With a click on Gemma’s phone, A Sunday Kind Of Love by Etta James begins to play out of the speakers somewhere behind them and everyone begins to gather around the small area. Their guests pull out their phones to capture the special moment but Harry pays no mind to them as he gently tugs her into him.

YN pulls him incredibly close to her, wrapping her arms tightly around the tops of his shoulders. Harry fully pulls her into him so that there is no space left between them. He digs his face into the crook of her neck and his blunt fingers press into the skin on her shoulders as they gently sway.

All else seems to fade away and it’s just the two of them together as they dance. It all seems so unreal, swaying with Harry—her husband—on their wedding day. Harry’s words the night before were unbelievably true in that he’s been waiting forever to marry this woman. 

Like he needs to make sure he isn’t dreaming, he pulls his face from her neck and sure enough, his breath is knocked out of his chest at the sight of her looking up at him like that, with her bright eyes and golden smile. He can’t help himself from leaning down to capture her lips with his, although a little difficult after a while as they can’t keep their smiles at bay any longer. 

After all the rollercoaster they’ve been on for the past twelve years, it seemed like this day would never come to be. Yet, as Harry mentioned in his vows, she was well worth the wait as he holds YN—his wife—in his arms. 

Thankfully he will never have to let her go as he gets to have her forevermore.

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🎄WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 16 - Alex Greenwood🎄

Alex Greenwood x Reader (Man City & Matildas) | WC: 1168

Dec. 16 prompt - winter proposal

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

You loved that you got to play your club football in Manchester with your girlfriend, Alex. You had been teammates previously at Lyon in 2019, which was the same year you started dating. Now four years later and your relationship was as strong as ever. 

Christmas time was always a fun time since you were given time off to celebrate with your families. This year, your family were coming to England to celebrate with you and Alex, as well as her family. It felt nice to have everyone that meant the world to you in the same place. Especially considering the question you were planning on asking Alex.

You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with the defender and what better way to propose than during the magical Christmas season? You had gone back and forth with how you wanted to propose before landing on a having a Christmas date night. 

The date was at the Royal Albert Dock to walk around the light trail that was lit up with Christmas lights. You took your time as you took in the lights, though your mind was focused on the small box resting in your coat pocket. Your fingers were laced with the blonde’s as you strolled down the dock.

Your eyes fell on the blonde as you walked, watching the lights reflect across her face. You were too focused to realize Alex had come to a stop, pulling you to a halt.

“You okay?” the defender asked when you stopped walking and turned to face her fully.

Your expression must have matched your confusion at her question. With a raised eyebrow, you responded, “Yeah? Why do you ask?” 

“You just seem nervous and you weren’t really payin’ attention,” Alex shrugged but you could hear the concern in her voice.

You took in a big breath before directing your eyes away from the defender. You tried to collect your thoughts, but you weren't at the specific location you wanted to propose and you didnt want to give anything away just yet.

Your eyes locked with Alex’s once again, a small smile on your face. “I'm good, I promise. Just thinking about some things,” you reassured.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me y’know?” your girlfriend smiled as she took your hand again to continue walking.

You mumbled an “I know” before giving her a quick kiss on her cheek which earned you a bright smile in response. As you kept walking, the ring box felt like it was getting heavier. You knew needed to propose sooner rather than later. 

There was a small pier that was off the trial but still close enough that the lights could still be seen. It was Alex’s turn to be confused as you turned away from the trail and opted to go in the other direction. The blonde didn’t question when you led her to the nearby pier, knowing that you must have a reason for being there.

Your left hand played with the box in your pocket as you came to a stop, turning to lean your back slightly on the railing. You took a deep breath as you tried to remember the short speech you had prepared but you had seemingly forgotten everything now that you were about to say it.

“I had this whole speech prepared but… now that I'm standing here, I can’t remember any of it,” you lightly laughed, not wanting to feel so nervous about asking Alex to marry you even though it was a big step you would be making.

Alex didn’t try to interrupt you to ask what you meant, she could sense how nervous you were and wanted to let you say what you needed. Instead, she opted to take a step closer to you and reached out to hold your free right hand, squeezing it lightly as a show of comfort.

You looked up from the ground in front of you, locking eyes with the blonde which seemed to give you a sense of confidence. 

“Joining Lyon four years ago was one of scariest moments of my life, I didn’t know what to expect being so far away from home in a new country that spoke a language I didn’t understand. Then, I met you and things weren’t as scary. I was so nervous asking you out after that game, but when you said yes, I felt like I was on top of the world.” you paused to catch your breath, Alex’s eyes never left yours as you spoke. 

“Then when you were offered a spot at City I was so happy for you even if meant we would be apart but then they offered me a contract and it was one of the easiest decisions I ever had to make. I would have been fine with the distance but I had the opportunity to be in the same city with you again and I couldn’t pass it up. “ as you spoke, you pulled the box from your coat pocket.

“I love being in Manchester with but it doesn’t matter what city we’re in, as long as I'm with you, I'll be happy. That’s why I wanted to ask you something,” you finished your improved speech as you lowered to your knee, opening the small box as you did so.

You held Alex’s left hand tightly in yours as you did so, Alex could feel herself holding in a breath as she knew what question you were about to ask.

“Alex..” you breathed, your nerves left your body as you felt the blonde’s hand in yours. “Will you marry me?” 

Alex nodded at first before a whispered “yes” left her mouth. You stood quickly, wrapping your arms around her waist as your lips met hers. Your lips moved against each other passionately, the love you felt for each other showing in the kiss.

You pulled away when you remembered the ring that was in the box you were holding. You pulled the ring from the box, moving it onto Alex’s ring finger. You put the box back in your coat pocket, your arms once again wrapping around Alex’s waist. Alex’s arms wrapped around your neck, her eyes locking with yours and you could the love she had for you in her eyes.

“I’m so in love you with,” you muttered as you leaned in to give the blonde another kiss, this one more heated than the first. You two stayed in the spot on the pier, not wanting to leave just yet.

When you pulled away, Alex whispered “I love you” against your lips before you were out of reach. Reluctantly you took her hand to start walking back to the Christmas light trial, though you did debate not finishing it and instead heading back to the parking lot. You once again felt like you were on top of the world as you felt the ring on her hand pressed against your own as you held her hand tightly.

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Look! You hit me in two of my weak spots with baby-verse: first because I l-o-v-e hybrid (I got to know your fics because of that one back in 2020?? 2019?? idk) and because I also love babyfics (which is a fact I'm not particularly proud of, but yours is the only real good one I've read in a while). My question is actually about the dynamic Rosalie-Olie, because Rose is a character who has a difficult story with babies, and I think the way you write her is so cute and honest with her character. In the story, is this whole thing a healing experience for her or would you say it's more painful? And how her relationship with Alice changes (if it changes) with that? (Also I have to add that I'm loving FicMas so far, it's like the ultimate Jalice event on this fandom in my opinion)

Anon! Thank you so much for enjoying Hybrid. That is the most self-indulgent fic to date and for a while, it felt like everyone was politely ignoring that so it always makes me SO happy that Hybrid has a fanbase? It's unhinged, it's meant to be a bunch of fun, I love that people want to read it.

And thank you for the incredible comment about baby-verse. I am indifferent to kidfics, honestly, and most of them are terrible. Baby-verse spawned mostly out of frustration and spite about the state of baby fics and how deeply unequipped Alice and Jasper are to be parents in any universe. It would never be a choice they made for themselves, and I think if you want to stay true to them as characters, you need to recognize that. But that's a rant for another day.

SO, about Hybrid!Rose. It's really both? I think that it reopens a very raw wound for Rose, but in a way that allows it to heal stronger. She'll never have babies, but she gets to watch her favourite brother's son grow up and be a part of that? It's very bittersweet and complicated for her, definitely.

This is a version of Rosalie that thinks Alice is erratic and childish and has a bad temper, and she has no idea why Jasper is so in love with her. Rose is not a fan at all; she just tolerates Alice better than Bella because Alice isn't human and giving up a Normal Life to be with Jasper, and because Jasper isn't making his relationship with Alice a family priority - Jasper would actually prefer less family involvement.

And then Alice walks in holding this beautiful baby boy that looks so much like Jasper, Rosalie knows instantly that this is her nephew. In that first moment, it's love at first sight. Rose will die for Oliver without a second thought.

The pain comes later, and Emmett does a lot of heavy lifting there, letting Rose hurt and emote over the fact that life isn't fair and reminding her that she needs to find the good in the situation. She can grieve her own dreams and celebrate Oliver at the same time. No one in their family is going to begrudge her for hurting, but she cannot place her suffering or her healing solely on Oliver's shoulders. (And Rose does support Emmett through a similar thing - that it fucking hurts that the one family member who has expressed his lack of interest in children suddenly has a healthy son.)

It takes time - Rose desperately wants a distinctive place in Oliver's life, and she knows that having a friendship with Alice is necessary to that, so Rose tries. She's polite and friendly, and tries not to offer unsolicited advice or abscond with Oliver when Alice is at the Cullens. She's intensely aware that Jasper needs to bond with his son before she gets to bond with her nephew, and that Alice makes all the decisions whilst Jasper is still coming to terms with being a father.

Most of the time, Rose is successful, but sometimes she gets a little pushy - especially when it comes to things that would keep Oliver closer to the Cullens. Rose is a big advocate for Alice and Jasper to immediately get married, and a lot of that is seizing the opportunity to have Oliver in the house full-time. Alice is not interested in marriage - she's only eighteen and she has her own family, and she and Jasper are still working through their issues - and honestly, Emmett's relieved because he doesn't think Rose is ready to have the baby around 24/7.

But Alice and Rose do slowly form a friendship. It's a basis of mutual respect - Rose respects the fact that Alice is now apart of the family, that she's a capable mom and a good partner for Jasper. Alice respects the fact that this is really hard for Rose, and change doesn't come easy for vampires. And they both adore Ollie and want him to have a happy, normal childhood. Alice does trust Rose with Ollie in a way that she doesn't trust anyone else at the beginning - a mutual understanding of the maternal instinct, perhaps? And as Oliver grows up, Alice and Rose end up being friends on their own merits - they both like fashion, they both like fast cars, and they both have loud and clear opinions.

Oliver is also very, very close to Auntie Ro and Uncle Em - he grows up with both of them dropping any task to play with him, with special sleepovers, with having Rose and Emmett spoil him and love on him so much. So as much as Rosalie will always mourn not being a mother, being able to be there for Ollie's childhood is healing.

(And thank you. Ficmas started as a bit of a silly thing, I am so glad that everyone enjoys it. Definitely thinking of mixing it up for 2024 with an actual request form so I can see What The People Want.)

#asks #my fic: hybrid baby-verse #rose has to heal on the fly in Official Babyverse #in the OG edition she has to watch alice be pregnant and gets more time to come to terms with things

[blueboxesandtrafficcones]

So This is Love

Day 15 of 2019′s 31 Days of Ficmas Thanks to @doctorroseprompts for the prompt list! Prompt: love Rating: M (nsfw) Pairing: 10xRose (AU) Summary: A Cosier With You fic. A year after taking their relationship from mutual pining to madly in love, Rose and James discuss next steps. Based on this: https://www.tumblr.com/memeuplift/728565011847544832 2019 31 Days of Ficmas masterlist Cosier With You Masterlist AO3

“So, is this our first or second Christmas together?" Rose asked from her spot on the couch, curled beneath a soft throw with a mug of cocoa, relaxing after hanging most of the ornaments on his tree and enjoying the Winter Wonderland they’d transformed his flat into.

Stretching to put the star on top of the tree, James shot her a look.  “When’s our anniversary?”

“Good question.”  She licked her lips, focusing on the sliver of skin revealed as his shirt rode up.  “I mean, Christmas Eve, I guess.  First date, said I love you, shagged.  Pretty much hit all the benchmarks on day one, right?”

“Fair.”  He stepped back from the tree towards her as he studied it, hands on his hips.  “What d’you think, is it good?”

She took a snap of him with her mobile, enchanted with the way the lights of the tree framed him before focusing on his question.  “Yeah, good from here.”

“Good.”  He threw himself onto the couch next to her, laughing when she yelped.  “As for the anniversary question… we could say the twentieth, as that’s when I actually asked you out.  Gives it a little breathing room from the holiday.”  Stealing a sip of her cocoa, he waggled his eyebrows.

“It’s only December 3rd, so we’ve got some time to decide,” Rose shrugged, smiling and wiping away a bit of whipped cream that stuck to his lip.  With the fire crackling merrily, and most of the light coming from it and the tree, it was a properly cozy and romantic setting.  “Maybe the twentieth is a good idea – we’d never be able to celebrate day-of if we said Christmas Eve.”

They met in the middle for a sweet kiss, and she liked how he tasted of peppermint and chocolate.

“Just let me know what you prefer,” he murmured when they separated.  “So I can plan accordingly.  For now, though, how’s takeaway sound?”

“Perfect.  Your turn to pay, though.”

James made a face but acquiesced, passing over his mobile with doordash already open.  “Pizza or curry?”

“Mhmm… pizza,” she quickly found their favorite place, ordering their usual.  “I like that we can just say ‘pizza’ and we already know exactly what to order and from where.”

“Me too- oh, can you add on extra cheesy bread?”

Grinning Rose just turned the screen to face him, showing she’d already done just that.  “Get out of my head.”

He laughed, digging his fingers into her side and making her squeal.  “C’mere.”

She fell into him, still holding the mobile.  “Hang on, let me make sure you got the confirmation – I’m still annoyed about last time, that it didn’t go through.  Nothing worse than waiting on food that’s not coming.”  They looked at the screen together as she navigated to his email, clicking somewhat blindly on the first message with a subject of Order Confirmation.

And then froze when instead of the expected receipt, a generic graphic of a diamond ring turning came up under a banner reading Congratulations, your order has shipped!

Holy shit.  That’s an engagement ring.

James had gone very still next to her; she wasn’t sure he was even breathing, and in a split-second decision, she backed out to his inbox and found the right email.

“Looks like forty minutes until delivery,” she commented, tone deliberately light.  “We should try to straighten up before that – it looks like a Christmas bomb went off in here.”

“Okay.”

She pressed her lips to his cheek, lingering a moment too long to be a peck, before getting to work.

They managed to get the unused lights back into the storage bins before catching each other’s eye, and a shared smile quickly grew into giggles until she was leaning against him.

“Why are we laughing?” he asked, chuckling all the while, and she started dumping the extra decorations on top of the lights.

“I don’t know.”

She looked up to find him smiling widely.  “But you do know.”

Rose beamed back at him, tears pricking at her eyes as they just looked at each other with soft smiles.

The doorbell interrupted their moony eyes, James breaking for the door while Rose set the table, and they were soon seated quietly side by side, pressed together from ankle to hip with the food arrayed in front of them.

“So…” Rose focused on separating her slice from the rest of the pizza, carefully pulling apart the stubborn bits of cheese.  “Is it here?”

He went still for a moment, before wiping his mouth.  “Yep.”

“Is it hidden?”  She looked over at him, nibbling on the end of the slice, heart thumping as he nodded, holding her gaze.  “Can we play hot or cold with it?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” he said firmly, making her laugh.  “Do- should- I mean… is this something we need to… have a conversation about?”

Rose gave an overexaggerated shrug.  “I mean, I haven’t run screaming…” she teased, nudging him with her elbow.  “Well, where should my expectations be?  Is this part of the anniversary conversation?”

He shifted in his chair, an uncomfortable expression on his face, making her heart fall slightly.  “Uh, to be perfectly honest, I don’t know if we’re there yet.”

Her brow furrowed, back straightening as she put the pizza down.  “You bought the ring, have it hidden as we speak, but you don’t know if we’re there yet?”  It took effort to keep her tone even.  “I mean, I don’t necessarily disagree, but… you bought the ring.”

“Rose-” James pushed back from the table a bit, turning to face her and taking her hand.  “That’s where this is going.  For me, at least, it has from the beginning.  I want to be ready for when we’re ready, but… we don’t even live together yet.  And… I was gonna ask you at Christmas, but to be honest, that’s all I was going to ask you.  To move in with me.  Or I move in with you.  Or we move in together in a brand-new place, if that’s what you want.”  He exhaled.  “To me, we’re still laying the foundation.  But I’ve got designs clear up to the sky.”

“Me too,” she said softly, caressing his face with her free hand, memorizing it in this moment.  “I want everything with you, and this last year has only confirmed that.  I want to savor these steps, and when you ask me, I’m going to say yes.  You know that, don’t you?”

He nodded, leaning in for a kiss but hesitating at the last moment.  “When I ask you to move in, or-”

“Both.”  Sliding her hand around his neck she pulled him close, and they kissed softly, broken by shared giggles.

When they finally pulled apart and returned to their now-cold pizza, Rose grinned at him.  “I think it’s so cool that it’s here.  It’s literally in the flat with us and I have no idea where.  Does feel a little unfair that I don’t get to wear it, though,” she stuck out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.  “Don’t you want me to try it on at least, make sure it fits?”

“Who says you haven’t?” he challenged, taking a long sip of his wine.  “You sleep like the dead, and it’s been here for a few weeks.  Can you be sure it hasn’t been on your finger, yet?”

The idea was thrilling, and her cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.  “You got any proof?”

He just shrugged, eyes mischievous.  “You know, when you first found that email I was so mad that the surprise is ruined, but thinking about it, this could be a lot of fun.  You’ll never know if it’s the moment or not.  Every time I take your hand, or stop to tie my shoe, or tell you I love you… just for a second, you won’t know if it’s the moment or not.  I think I’m going to enjoy this.”

“So you want to spend the holidays waging psychological warfare on me?” she asked, amused.  “Nice.”

“Warfare?  No.  The occasional skirmish… maybe,” he teased.  “And since you already know I’m not going to ask for real yet, it would be more accurate to say it was against our families, wouldn’t you?”

Rose’s eyebrows shot up.  “Are you planning on fake-proposing to me in front of either of our families?  I don’t think that’s going to end well for you.  Your Mum and Donna are still extremely salty that you lied to them about us, and God help you if you toy with my mum like that, because I certainly won’t.”

She loved many things about his face, but the expression he wore now (stumped befuddlement) only came when she outfoxed him and was a particular favorite of hers.  It was also extremely kissable, so she gave into the urge, leaning forward to nip at his pouting bottom lip, smiling against his mouth when he kissed back.

As the food cooled on the plates the heat between them grew until she was in his lap, the desire for food replaced by a need for a different kind of sustenance until he stood carefully, her legs wrapping around him as he carried her to bed.

Flopping back onto the mattress she watched with interest as he pulled his shirt off, before glancing around the room.  “Is it in here?”

“Is what here?”  James started on his belt, before pausing.  “I told you, we’re not doing hot and cold, or anything similar.  And if I’m honest – playing cat and mouse about this is not going to encourage me to give it to you faster.  Possibly the opposite.”

Her offense at the implication only lasted a moment.  “I’m only teasing,” Rose said softly, coming up on her knees to meet him at the end of the bed.  “I’m excited and anxious, but there’s no pressure.  I won’t go digging, I promise.”

His eyes narrowed as they held each other’s gaze.  “Promise?”

“Cross my heart.  In fact, if there’s anywhere I should stay away from, you could tell me.”

Her innocent look didn’t fool him; he just rolled his eyes and reached for the hem of her dress, tugging it up.  “Note to self, rent a safety deposit box in the morning.”

“No, no,” she protested once the dress was over her head, resting her hands on his chest.  “I triple promise that I won’t go looking.  But if you get to pretend you’re going to propose, I get to pretend I’m gonna dig through your drawers at every possible opportunity.  ‘S only fair.”

“I can live with that,” he agreed with a shrug.  “Really, you’d only be ruining it for yourself, after all.  But if you want to dig through drawers, I have a place you can start,” he guided her hands towards the zip of his jeans.

“Funny man,” she murmured, leaning up to kiss him as she freed him from the heavy fabric, pushing the jeans and his boxers down over his hips.

They didn’t need words after that.

-

Limbs deliciously heavy Rose relaxed into the mattress, pleasure still humming through her veins as James panted into her neck.

“Yes.”

“Hmm?”  She trailed her fingernails along his spine, delighting in the way he shivered against her at the touch.

He raised his head to meet her gaze, eyes still heavy-lidded.  “Yes, it’s in this room.”

A giddy smile spread across her face, and they giggled together for a moment before she stopped abruptly.

“Just, do me one favor.”

“Name it.”  He dipped his head to press kisses along her collar bone and top of her breasts.

“Oi.”  She guided his chin up so their eyes met again.  “I don’t need a fancy proposal.  I don’t need the Eiffel Tower at midnight, or something overly orchestrated.  I just want it to be you, and me, and genuine.  My only requirement is – if we took a picture of us three seconds after you ask and I say yes, I want to be able to show that picture to people.”

James’ brow furrowed.  “Huh?”

“I mean, don’t ask me in bed.  Or when we’re in pajamas and look a mess.  Or immediately before, during, or after sex.  It doesn’t have to picture perfect, but when people ask how’d he pop the question, I want to be able to tell the story without blushing.  I don’t care if it’s… I dunno, out on a walk, or some great romantic jaunt that you’ve planned.  I just care that you’re ready to ask, and that we’re fully dressed.”

He pushed himself upright and she followed so they were sitting almost nose to nose, James back on his haunches between her legs.  “I’m not sure how to feel about your standards being so low,” he said dryly.  “Look, I can’t promise the question won’t slip out occasionally- I’m actually really proud of myself that it hasn’t yet- but I can promise that when I give you the ring, it will be under respectable circumstances.”

“You can ask me as many times as you like,” she grinned, cupping his cheek with her palm.  “Under any circumstances.  How about this – when it’s the real one, you take a knee.  If you ask and you’re not on one knee, I’ll know not to expect a ring – this way there’s no misunderstandings about whether it’s it or not.”

“I can do that.”  His eyes were shining, and he pushed her hair back behind her ears before moving back over her, forcing her onto her back again.  One hand bracing himself he slid the other down her side to her knee, guiding it up to wrap around her hip.  “Rose?”

“Yeah?”  She didn’t dare close her eyes but savored his touch until he looked up at her again.

“Will you marry me?”

They went still, the words hanging in the air as tears pricked at her eyes.  “Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.”  They met in a bruising kiss, joyous laughter forcing them apart.

“God, that felt good to say,” he sighed, beaming down at her.  “I’ve been holding that in for… a while.”

She matched his grin, running her hands over his shoulders and arms.  “It was good to hear, and better to answer.  I’m looking forward to the real thing.”

“Me too.”

They shared another lingering kiss, instinct taking over as their bodies began to move, wiping away all thoughts in Rose’s head but one.

I love this man, and can’t wait to marry him.

#bbatcfic #doctorroseprompts #31 days of ficmas #ficandchips #doctor who #10xRose #10!AUxRose #10th Doctor #Rose Tyler #So This is Love #Cosier With You

[thebunnyslibrary]

Ficmas Week One: A Loki Christmas Carol

Date Originally Published: December 6, 2019 - December 24, 2019

Multi/One Shot: Multi, 5 Chapters, 8.8k words

Summary: In this rendition of Christmas Carol, Loki portrays Ebeneezer Scrooge, with his faithful clerk ~~Bob Cratchit~~ Tony Stark. When his partner from beyond the grave to warn him of a terrible fate, a Marvelous cast of spirits will show Loki the error of his ways.

Posting Location(s): AO3

About This Fic: The original summary i wrote when I posted this was had this incredible idea to see Tom Hiddleston as Ebenezer Scrooge And I still agree! I think Tom could EASILY play either Scrooge or Cratchit or even one of the phantoms!

A Christmas Carol is one of my favourite Christmas stories ofall time. Whether it be with Muppets, Patrick Stewart, or Daffy Duck! (Yes, it's real and it's amazing) Not to mention it's public domain! :D

I cast the Avengers all very carefully in this fic and had a TON of fun with it. It's a few years old now, I wrote it just before the pandemic but I still re-read this fic, along with the real story, every Christmas :)

It was also reviewed in a podcast! @the-shipping-forecasters reviewed this fic for this episode of their show! (starts at 33:30)

#merry ficmas #ficmas #Loki #A Loki Christmas Carol #Ao3 #Christmas Carol #Christmas Carol AU #(Yes that's a thing now) #Marvel #marvel cinematic universe #MCU #The-Shipping-Forcasters #Tom Hiddleston

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 27: Murven, Mistletoe + Hot Chocolate

2022 Ficmas #4

Murphy/Raven, Modern AU, ~1,000 words

For the prompt 'mistletoe and hot chocolate'

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Christmas ends, but Raven leaves the mistletoe up. As well as the wreath on the front door and the strings of lights. Murphy tells her that she's a bit jollier than she wants people to believe, and she supposes this is true, if only because the bar is so low.

The wreath, the lights, and the mistletoe are all from Clarke, who Raven allowed to decorate her apartment only after she got over the insult of having her space described as 'austere' and 'plain,' and even then only because she did not want to do it herself. Leaving it devoid of festive charm was not an option—not after she pulled the short straw at Friendsgiving in November. That left her in charge of Friendsmas. And Friendsmas needs more red and green and sparkles and twinkling and little bags that smell like balsam and pine, and fewer photographs of space and old-fashioned NASA posters hung up against cream-colored walls. Her framed picture of Friendsmas 2019 does not count as a Christmas decoration. (She asked.)

In addition to decorating, which she left to Clarke, she was responsible for the menu, the music, and the entertainment. Nothing has ever beaten Jasper's Holiday Megamix as far as music goes, and Bellamy's the one with the secret stash of Christmas movie, so she did not attempt to mess with success there. And for the food—

For the food, she invited over Murphy. Murphy who she's been dancing around all year. Murphy who's the best chef she knows, and won't leave her kitchen an absolute mess, and who made cranberry sauce from scratch, lazily, standing there in her tiny kitchen like he owned it.

Every time she tried to help, they ended up bumping against each other, suddenly too close between the fridge and the countertop, once even his arm around her, so that she didn't fall or, worse, drop and break the dozen eggs that she was carrying. Not that she's clumsy. Good thing there wasn't mistletoe above them, then, or she would have smashed the eggs on purpose and wrapped her arms around him and never let him go.

Instead, they cooked a proper feast—mostly Murphy's talent, there—and then she let him shower while she changed her clothes, and when the others arrived with the booze and desserts, she'd almost entirely shaken off whatever had come over her, when he'd put his hand over hers and taught her how to whisk.

The mistletoe she did not know about at that time. Her own fault, she grumbled later, for not supervising Clarke Griffin properly as she transformed Raven's home.

Your own fault, Octavia corrected, for not decorating yourself.

Which is, she admits, a fair point.

She discovered the first sprig when Jasper and Monty ended up making out in the doorway to the kitchen, which may or may not have been for laughs, and blocking everyone's way as they tried to refill their drinks.

The second, when Bellamy and Miller found themselves caught beneath it in the middle of the living room.

The third, when she walked over to the window to draw the curtains against the deep, blustery, winter night, and Murphy, who was helping her, heard an odd noise above them and looked up.

The others were all gathered around the TV, engrossed in Miracle on 34th Street, so if they wanted to pretend they didn't see it, that stupid sprig of mistletoe caught in the curtain rod, they could have. Instead, they both stared up at it, and stared, and stared.

"It doesn't have to be—" Raven began, but Murphy was already reaching out to pass his fingertips along her cheek. The gesture undid her. He was watching her with an openness to his expression that she'd never seen before, a vulnerability that made her heart ache. She reached up and took his face in her hands, pulled him down to her and kissed him.

A bluster of wind rattled the windows, seeped right through the glass and made her shiver. Murphy pulled away and put his arm around her instead. She sunk down into the space against his side.

"You know you wouldn't be cold if you were wearing a festive holiday sweater," he told her, and she laughed, still breathless from kissing him, and answered:

"You're one to talk."

He stayed the night and they kept each other warm all through it.

For the rest of the year, she keeps the mistletoe up, and she and Murphy kiss whenever they find themselves beneath it, and often when they don't. She needs no excuses. But there's a certain silliness, a certain festive joy, in poking his arm and pointing up, and seeing him grin, interrupting everything to be close to him yet again. An unusually strong winter storm hits the city, and they use it as an excuse to stay in. They don't talk about what it means. The last odd, uncertain, vaguely defined days of the year, the liminal space in the holiday season, envelope them, and everything seems safe and warm, conclusion and beginning and amorphous possibility all at once.

He takes the blankets from her bed and piles them on the couch, and she makes the good hot chocolate, the one from the tins that Monty left behind on Christmas Day, and adds extra marshmallows on top. Murphy's queuing up a movie, the last of Clarke's sparkling white lights glittering in a line beneath the TV screen—he's wearing a Santa hat, which he excuses as his way of keeping warm.

Raven stands for a long moment in the doorway and watches him. She's holding their mugs of hot chocolate by the handles, the sweet, warm steam drifting up and tickling her nose, heating her skin. Murphy looks so at home in her home. A rush of affection, like the bursting of a dam, wells up in her, and she wishes that he was standing here beneath the mistletoe with her, so she could kiss him yet again. Except that then she wouldn't have this moment of detached observance, these seconds where she stands outside of herself and her life and looks in, and appreciates with pleasant objectivity just how lucky she is.

#the 100 #murven #murphy x raven #raven reyes #john murphy #mine #my writing #the year 2022 #2022: free write #ficmas 2022 #i was feeling really uncertain about this by the end bc i started thinking of turn the radiator on #which i am so proud of #but actually i think the ending is maybe the best part? #idk i had to do some edits with tense also so there's possibly some wonkiness here but idc about that either #probably my last ficmas story also #i'm at my fluff limit but i'm pretty proud of doing 4!

[satoruvt]

ficmas day one - snowfall

whats fucking GOOD i know im a day LATE but its MIDNIGHT and im having the TIME OF MY LIFE

pairing → katsuki bakugou x reader

word count → 246

prompt → kissing in the snow

song inspo → to me by alina baraz

Katsuki doesn’t like the snow.

He never has - he’s always been a hot-weather person, and when his quirk manifested he just became used to warmth. He doesn’t like the snow (which may be a good reason he doesn’t like that Icy Hot Bastard). It’s cold and he’s warm and it’s just fucking annoying. 

He doesn’t like the snow, but seeing you dancing around in it has him rethinking his opinion.

Katsuki won’t tell anyone. Never, no. But you do look beautiful, bright eyes and rosy cheeks, as you jump around. You tilt your head back and open your mouth in hopes to catch a snowflake on your tongue like everyone did when they were a child, and he wants you close to him.

“Hey,” he says sternly, and you lean your head back properly and smile at him.

“What’s up, Katsu?”

He doesn’t even know why he needed to - he’s done it a million times, he shouldn’t be overcome with the utter desire to do so. But he needs to kiss you, pull you against him as the snow falls around the two of you, because after seeing you dance and jump around, maybe the snow isn’t so bad.

And he does, he kisses you gentle, like the snow. There’s no usual harshness that he carries with his kisses, and when you lean into him a little more he knows you appreciate it.

Katsuki doesn’t like the snow, but with you, he thinks eventually he will.

#hehehehehehe #just got home from a concert whats good #enjoy this sweet lil thing <3 #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia imagine #my hero academia imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #x reader #reader insert #imagine #ficmas #ficmas 2019

[lizzie-boo]

Christmas Break-Ficmas Day 16

Oliver Wood x Reader 

Words: 913

A/N: This gets a bit heated but like nothing bad. Compared to a bunch of other stuff this is super mild. However, there are slightly sexual things occuring. There you go that’s your warning. Now enjoy because there just aren’t enough Oliver Wood stories. 

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With each passing day, your excitement grew. You were counting down the days until you got to leave for Christmas break. This year instead of heading home to your family you would be spending it with your boyfriend Oliver Wood. He had become the new keeper of Puddlemere United and had used his newfound income to buy a small flat.

The two of you had been dating for almost three years but this was your first year at Hogwarts without Oliver by your side. He knew how much being apart upset you and had sent you a letter a few days ago asking you to spend the holiday with you. He had even taken it upon himself to talk to your parents and get them to let you stay with him.

The days seemed to drag and each lesson you sat through seemed to drain your energy more than the last. By the time you were finished your last class before break all you wanted was to spend the next few days doing nothing. The thought of just lounging in bed all day with Oliver by your side was exciting.

You were bouncing slightly as you waited for him to answer the door. Your bag was slung over your shoulder holding everything you would need for your stay. You were more than ecstatic to get to spend so long with your favorite person. The second Oliver opened the door you were throwing your arms around his neck.

“I missed you too babe,” he mumbles into your hair while placing a kiss on your forehead.

He takes your bag from it and makes his way into the bedroom to put it down. You follow behind him trying to see where everything in his flat is located. Making your way into the bedroom you jump on his bed.

“Do you want to unpack, I have an empty drawer and closet space,” he tells you while opening the top drawer.

“I’ll get to it,” you tell him while snuggling into his bed.

“Okay, but only because you look so cute laying on my bed.” He climbs into bed next to you and pulls you against his chest.

“It’s so nice to finally be able to relax and spend time with you.” Your hand runs up his chest and he turns to look at you.

“Was it really that bad?” He asks, his hand rubbing circles on his hip. His head is resting in his hand as he watches you. The genuine look of interest on his face makes you smile. You loved that he was so interested in your boring life and took the time to ask about it.

“Snape was still assigning papers right up until break. Not to mention we had a transfiguration test like two days ago. I swear it’s their personal goal to overwork us so that by the time we get a break we are too tired to enjoy it.”

“Well how about I make you some lunch while you just lay here and rest?” he suggests.

“I have a better idea.” You smirk causing his eyes to light up.

Pushing his shoulder so he’s laying on his back you take the opportunity to move and straddle him. Leaning down slowly you press a quick kiss to his cheek, then his forehead, and then the tip of his nose. Before you can tease him anymore his hand tangles itself in your hair and he pulls you down for a proper kiss.

“I’ve missed this,” you growl against his lips. You feel him smile into it and it spurs you on.

You shift the smallest bit and feel just how excited he is. Your movement causes him to moan quietly and you repeat the action in hopes of earning the same response. He begins to leave a trail of kisses down your neck. Once he reaches far enough he begins to suck on the skin. You pull at his hair knowing that you’ll find marks in the morning.

His hands find their way to your waist and they start to sneak their way under your shirt. His cool hands cause a shiver to course down your spine. As his hands start to slide up your back you roll off of him. Laying next to him you look up with a bright smile, to which he rolls his eyes.

“So where’s that lunch you promised?” You try to hide your laugh behind your hand but fail.

“Way to ruin the mood babe,” he pouts while starting to get off the bed.

“Just remember Oli we have all week, just you and me.” With a wink, you pull the blankets over you and get comfortable in his bed.

“I like the sound of that and we are continuing where we left off after lunch,” he teases. He tries to give you a stern look to show he means it but ends up smiling.

“I love you Oli,” you yell at him as he makes his way into the cozy kitchen.

“Love you too.”

You smile as you pull the blankets closer to your chest. This was going to be, without a doubt, one of the best weeks of your life. You were going to spend time with the man you loved and get time to relax, what more could you ask for? Settling into the plush bed you let yourself relax and imagine all that you and Oliver would do with your time together.

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood #oliver wood imagine #oliver needs more love #wood x reader #x reader #reader insert #imagine #ficmas 2019 #ficmas #ficmas day 16

[prettylittlehargrove]

December 9th - Jingle Bell Rock 🎄

Summary - Inspired by Mean Girls, the reader and her friends do an Xmas themed show which gets Billy a little riled up.

Warning - Smut

Word count - ???

Aurthors Notes - I took inspiration from the dance from mean girls and then changed it up a little bit! Hope you guys enjoy!!

Quickly, you applied a final layer of lipgloss on your lips. The glitter shimmering in the light. Carol and Tina chatted away behind you, excited to finally perform. You’d been practicing for a while, Carol had her eyes set on the shortest skirts she could find along with any kind of tight tank top to match.

This was mostly to impress Tommy, Carol and him had been having a particularly tough time, he’d been ogling other girls and she’d been getting bored.

In your defence though, you didn’t mind one bit, anything to dance in front of California’s hunk, Billy. The sexy blonde who would be sat right next to Tommy, his bulky arms begging to set free underneath the right denim of his jacket.

From the moment he’d stepped into Hawkins he’d got you hot and heavy. Smirks and winks being exchanged, along with phone numbers and sometimes he’d even pull you onto his lap during parties. To say you were just flirting was a huge understatement.

A voice rang through the speakers, announcing your act. Carol and Tina squealed, grabbing Martha, who was chatting up one of the boys controlling the lighting.

Carol placed down the boom box in front of Tommy and gave him a little wave and blew him a kiss, meanwhile Billy’s eyes lusted after you. Ocean blues trailing up and down your figure, every curve accentuated by the red and white tight skirt and tank.

Carol played the music and you started the dance, every time you faced the audience, you managed to get a perfect view of the way Billy bit his lip, concentrated on every move you made.

The dance soon ended and you blew a kiss to the audience, heading back stage. Before you knew it the show was over and a familiar pair of arms wrapped around your waist. “Princess... you did so well up there” a low voice cooed into your ear. You giggled and turned around in his arms, “well I’m glad you enjoyed Hargrove but I’m not so sure that the other girls would like seeing your hands on me hmm...?” You giggled again, Billy chuckled lowly and met your eyes once again.

“The other girls don’t matter, cuz I want you, in the back of my car, legs spread ready for me angel” his voice was dangerously low, hinting at a strong punishment possibly ensuing if you didn’t listen.

You nodded, and bit your lip, his hand landed a small seat on your ass as you headed to his car, his hand in yours.

The moment the door opened, you were on his lap, against the steering wheel of his beloved camaro.

Billy had once swore to himself that he would never let anything touch that steering wheel but him but here you were, near enough bare against it as he shoved your tank top over your head, pulling your panties to the side and feeling you grind against his erection.

“Good girl baby... so cute in this little outfit huh?” He teased in between sloppy kisses. His mouth moving down your neck, harsh bruises staining your skin purple and red as he nibbled on it.

“Carol chose em... but I would’ve said no if you weren’t coming...” you mumbled, toying with his shirt and exposing his gorgeous abs. “You’re so handsome...” you mumbled again, kissing down his neck this time.

He unbuckled his belt and revealed his leaking tip.

“Poor baby... so desperate..” you cooed, stroking his cock gently, teasing him with the slow pace and doe eyed contact.

“Fuck... get on my cock princess, been waiting for this for so long” his words were slurred with pleasure, your entrance coming into contact with his tip as you carefully filled yourself with him.

A moan joined you together. “Feels so deep Billy...” was all you could muster before he started to thrust up into you, scratching that tingling spot in your core. His cock was being squeezed tight by your walls.

It only took a few thrusts and Billy felt his orgasm drawing to a close, yours upcoming fast too.

“You gonna cum babygirl?” Jumbled words as his breathing hitched and moans stumbled from his lips.

You could only muster a small nod before letting out a loud yet soft whimper and a loud grave of his name as your pussy clamped around his cock. Billy couldn’t handle it, his cock being milked so tightly his orgasm shook his body.

“Fuck!” He yelled, hand squeezing your hip as his cum painted your walls. “Fucking hell, that was better then I’d ever imagined” he whispered, panting and growls still falling from his plump, pink lips.

“You’ve thought about this before?” A seductive yet teasing smirk played on your features as you caressed his cheek.

“Too many times” he muttered, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Well then, how about we get back to my place and we can do everything you’ve ever imagined” you winked, lip between your teeth. His eyes lit up as he pulled you into a close embrace.

“You’re my dream girl Y/N, my fucking dream girl” he chuckled, blushing at his own giddy words.

He was in for a treat.

#billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove angst #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things billy #stranger things 2 #12 days of ficmas #ficmas 2019 #prettylittlehargrovesficmas2019 #billy hargrove headcannons

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Ficmas day thirteen

Nighteye and eggnog.

A/N: Kaminari also got put twice so he also got replaced with someone I forgot DENKI STANS HAVE MERCY. 

You loved your Husband, you were proud of all the good he did as a hero. but that didn’t mean you had to like getting dragged to his work Christmas parties. You felt weak and boring compared to his Heroic Coworkers. Sasaki had been ripped away from you the moment you entered the office building so you didn’t even have him to hide behind. 

you nibbled on cookies and crackers from the snack table and listened in on the Heros as they talked casually. All of them boasting about the latest case or press conference. 

Silently you wondered if Sasaki would be happier with a partner who was also a hero, you just worked at a bank. 

“Oh here comes trouble,” Bubble girl giggled. you all turned and say the revered and respected Sir Night eye stumbling drunkenly down the stairs toward you. he smiled widely and fell into your arms, you staggered back under his weight. 

“Someone has been hitting the Eggnog a little too hard,” you laughed.  his eyes lit up behind his thick glasses. 

“Have you tried the eggnog? It’s delicious,” he slurred, he was cute like this, silly and red-faced. 

“How many of those have you had?” you asked gesturing to the nearly empty glass he had in his hand. 

“I don’t knoooow, five?” he giggled. actually giggled. 

“you know those have alcohol in them right?” you asked gently taking the glass from him. you had never seen your husband drunk like this before, it was kind of funny. 

“you’re drunk!” you laughed which made him smile, a big goofy grin. He loved hearing you laugh, it made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. 

“you have such a nice laugh, you’re so pretty. We should get married (y/n),” He sighed, stumbling over his own feet as you hauled him out to your car. 

“we’re already married Honey,” you explained showing him your ring. 

“Oh,” he was quiet for a while as you crossed the parking lot. you helped him into the car, He only hit his head once, and climbed into the driver’s side. you were a little glad to be calling it an early night. 

“Are you sure we’re married?” He asked suddenly. 

“I’m positive.” 

“then do you think we could get married again? So I can remember it this time,”

“of course Honey, Just as soon as you sobber up,”

#sir nighteye #nighteye x reader #sir nighteye x reader #imagine nighteye #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia head cannon #ficmas #ficmas 2019

[sj-thefan]

Day Two: Jack Frost

12 Days of Ficmas: Day Two (Dec. 15th)

Prompt: First snowfall

Y/n loved winter. It was her favourite season. She loved going to the ice rink and skating with her family, or building snow forts and having a snowball fight, but her favourite part was when it started to snow, especially the first time.

The air always felt magical on days it snowed. Seeing the soft fluffy flakes start to fill the air as the drifted down always put Y/n in the holiday mood. If she was alone, she would sing as she spun around, feeling the soft flakes dance on her bare cheeks. Heavy snow was fun to sit and watch. Sometimes she would dance in the heavy snow, but usually, she preferred curling up with a blanket and some hot chocolate to watch the world transform into a Winter Wonderland.

Since Easter, Jamie had got a big sister. She wasn’t his real big sister, rather part of some program at school that had joined elementary students with high school kids. Y/n and Jamie had taken to calling each other siblings after the spent almost an entire summer together going on adventures as Jamie called them. They were just random trips to different places. She took him camping one weekend. They went to the pool, another day. His favourite was the amusement park; he dragged Y/n on all the rides.

Jamie loved telling stories. He told Y/n about his greatest adventure with Jack Frost, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and Santa Clause, and how they defeated Pitch Black with the power of laughter. Y/n had thought it was made up at first, but as he kept retelling it, she began to wonder if it was real. She had stopped believing in those characters long ago, but not because she wanted to, because she was told to. She wanted to believe they were real; the world could use more magic. So, she believed him.

When Jack had shown up in Jamie’s backyard, he was half expecting to have been forgotten again. He wouldn’t have minded; he had grown used to the feeling of being invisible. The joy he brought to people’s face was enough reward, and he could always go find Tooth or Sandy—they sometimes ended up in the same place at the same time—if he was feeling lonely. But seeing Jamie run out of the house and straight at him for a hug, was certainly uplifting.

“Jack!” Jamie shouted, running across the yard. “You came back!”

“Of course, I did, Jamie. Did you think I wouldn’t?”

Jamie smiled. “No, I knew you would, but not yet. There’s no snow.”

“I bring the snow.” As soon as the words left Jack’s mouth, Jamie glanced up to see snowflakes falling. He cheered, jumping up and down as he stuck out his tongue to catch some flakes.

The sound of a car door shutting caught Jamie’s attention. He turned his head towards the front yard. “That’s probably Y/n.” Jamie had asked her to bring some of her favourite books for him today. “She loves snow, she’ll definitely want to meet you.” Jamie took off towards the gate that led to the front, no bothering to wait for Jack.

When Y/n had pulled up at Jamie’s house, it started snowing. After getting out of the car she had paused on the walkway, glancing around to make sure no one was looking. She quickly looked back to the sky, spinning around and giggling to herself as her hair and coat turned white.

She gasped when she noticed Jamie. “Oh! Jamie! I didn’t see you. I brought some books,” she said, trying to avoid talking about her embarrassment.

“Awesome,” Jamie cheered. “But first, I want you to meet my friend.”

He grabbed her hand and began leading her to an older boy that looked to be around her age. He wore a blue hoodie and had a staff. His hair was white, and his skin was very pale. He was kind of cute. She avoided eye contact and her cheeks flushed when she realized he probably saw her dancing in the snow like a fool.

“Y/n this is Jack.” Jamie let go of her hand looking up at the boy.

Jack knelt so he was eye level with Jamie. “She can’t see me, bud.”

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked. “I’m not blind. I can see you just fine.”

Jack stood up. “Y-you can see me?” His eyes were wide as the snow started falling heavier.

“Yeah. Can some people not?” Y/n was very confused about the situation. It was very strange. “Jamie, are you trying to play a trick on me?”

“This is Jack. The Jack Frost.”

“Really?” Y/n hesitated. She believed Jamie had been telling the truth about meeting someone named Jack Frost, but she never would have imagined that she would get to meet him. If he was real, which she really hoped he was, shouldn’t he be busy getting ready for winter?

“Really,” Jack confirmed. He held out his hand, creating a snowball in his palm.

Y/n gasped, taking the snowball and examining it. “I’m Y/n,” she said, smiling at him. “It’s amazing to actually get to meet you.”

Jack laughed. “Do you-do you like the snow, then?”

“Winter is my favourite.”

“Yeah,” Jamie chimed in. “Apparently she always wins in snowball fights.”

Y/n smirked, winking at Jack, before crushing the snowball above Jamie’s head. She ran backwards, scooping together more snow to make more ammo for the snowball fight that was bound to break out after what she had just done.

“No fair, Y/n!” Jamie shouted. “That went down my shirt.”

“All’s fair in the Snow Wars.”

“Snow Wars?” Jack asked, laughing at the two people in front of him. Jamie was frantically trying to make a snowball to hit Y/n with. With a flick of his staff, Jack created a pile of snowballs for Jamie.

“Cheater!” Y/n shouted as she threw a snowball at Jack. It hit him right in the face.

He stumbled back. “Oh, it’s on!” He made more snowballs for himself, launching them at both Y/n and Jamie.

#Sj writes #Ficmas 2019 #Jack Frost x reader

[watermelonsugacry]

Any more of building Harry’s house you have planned currently? Love those!

Building Harry's House: Boyfriends

A/N: day 1 of Since 2010 ficmas!! sorry it came out a lil late but she's here!

SUMMARY: With the world knowing of their once secret relationship, Harry and YN navigate life together as an official couple and everything that comes with it.

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist // Building Harry's House masterlist // previous song here! 🚲

SIDE-NOTE: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) bold are things Harry actually said irl

—2019—

Anger, confusion, and frustration radiate off his hunched-over figure from his position on the floor. Harry digs the heels of his hands into his eyes and the cold tile beneath his knees digs harshly at his bones but he stays there, feeling that he deserves the pain given what just happened.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” YN says so quietly that he might have missed it if he wasn’t listening carefully.

“Yeah. Maybe you shouldn’t have.”

It takes Harry about a minute to realize the gravity of his situation and only half a second to pick himself off the ground to whip open the door. He doesn't know why he gets disappointed by the fact that her car isn't in the driveway anymore. Surely she’s already halfway home by now. 

He, YN, and his small but close production team have almost hit the two month mark during their stay in Malibu. Recording Harry’s second album here has had its ups and downs and needless to say, he doesn’t think he can go much lower than he feels now.

“I shouldn’t have come here.” 

“Yeah. Maybe you shouldn’t have.”

How could he possibly say such a thing to her? She didn’t have to come all the way over here, ditch whatever important tasks and events she had going on for her own career to come help him make music. Her gift is wasted on him and for him to say such a nasty thing to her?  

His feelings only twist around each other in contradiction: grateful at the fact that the rest of his production crew is out for drinks but somber in having the Malibu recording house all to himself (it wasn’t like they hadn’t just made a song dedicated exactly to his desire to not be alone—yet another reminder of how much she’s continued to provide her help to him when it wasn’t deserved). 

With a final scowl out towards the driveway, he reluctantly shuts the door behind him as he makes headway into the kitchen. He feels like a hypocrite as he attempts to suppress his thoughts by reaching across the kitchen island to snatch the tall glass of alcohol. It seems that all the two have been arguing about is their lack of communication, for their constant push down of emotions to avoid what they really want to say. 

This realization only furthers his desire to shut down his thoughts and everything tied to them as he reaches for a glass. 

He somehow finds himself pushing the door to her room open with the tip of his foot. The image of her hurtful face after his words only pushes him to twist the cap off the tall bottle. 

It’s well into the early hours of the morning when the rest of the small production team comes waltzing through the front door drunkenly singing some song. He can hear his name being called from somewhere else inside the house, but it sounds muffled from his position on the carpeted ground.

“Harry!” Mitch calls. “Where are you, man? Why haven’t you picked up your phone...?” His words slowly come to a halt when he stops his friend lying on his back, mindlessly looking out sliding glass doors of the room YN slept in during her stay. “Harry?”

“I wrote a song,” Harry’s words are slurred as he continues to stare out to the floor to ceiling doors where the white foam of the gentle waves crash along the shore. 

“What kind of drugs you on, dude?” Jeff sighs out when he enters the room, putting his hands on his hips.

“M’a bad boyfriend,” Harry pouts, eyes pink from the alcohol swirling in his veins. “A real, proper shitty one.”

Mitch and the pop star’s manager share a look. Mitch is the first to speak up, “But you and YN aren’t even together.”

“See! If I were a good boyfriend, I would be her boyfriend right now. But m’not. I’m just fucking up our situation even more.”

Jeff rubs his bearded chin and lets out a knowing sigh, “You’re really no good alone, man. Come on, we need to get you off the floor.”

Harry makes no effort to move from his spot but instead takes in a deep breath. Flashes of YN’s hurt face reappear back in his mind and he pinches his eyes shut like it physically hurts him to see it again. 

“I shouldn’t have come here.” 

“Yeah. Maybe you shouldn’t have.”

Already being kicked while he’s down, he comes to realize that the purpose of his drinking is yet another aspect of this painful situation that he needs to hide from YN. Was he not the one to show her how drinking is not meant to drown one’s sorrow away, to suppress guilty feelings and/or make one forget. 

Might as well just add it to the list of many other shitty aspects of his contribution to being a bad boyfriend.

“'Boyfriends' was written right at the end of ‘Fine Line.’ We had just finished a session that was...a pretty difficult session to get through because I couldn’t seem to get anything right,” Harry’s brows pinch together at the memory of that day. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to make his music without his YN there. 

“At the end of that session everyone left, and I started writing ‘Boyfriends’ and it almost felt like ‘Ok, there’s a version where we get this ready to put on Fine Line,’ and I think there was something about that just felt like ‘It’s just gonna have its time, so like, let’s not rush to get it done.’”

—2020—

YN holds a plated sandwich and a water bottle as she walks up Harry’s pink carpeted stairs in his London home. After the back and forth traveling from La to Italy to England, the couple made the decision to stay in London for the time being before it was fit for them to travel again due to the pandemic. Not that it mattered much to them, as long as they are together then all was well. 

It should come as no surprise that while staying indoors was quite relaxing, the two had a hard time being still. As long as they were safely distanced from others, the couple went out for walks in secluded areas, visited the lake nearby, and picked fruits from the small garden their mums helped plant in the spacious backyard.

The only downside of their stay in Harry’s London home was the fact that YN didn’t have some of her basic recording equipment and she was itching to get some music ideas down. 

As the world still tries to carry on in the midst of a pandemic, the couple is still booked for the occasional zoom video or call interview. With a gentle and slow twist of the doorknob of one of the spare bedrooms, YN peaks her head inside to see her boyfriend sprawled along the green velvet couch. His back is to the armrest while he holds the speaker of his phone towards his mouth. His other hand gestures by his side as he explains the writing process for his second record.

He looks so comfy in his sweats and a loose shirt, a tiny clip holding the top of his hair back on top of his head. His words almost taper off when he looks up at his love. He continues to explain how Adore You was made, he gives her a dimpled smile and a nod. The two of them know and understand more than anyone the gravity of their careers in needing to set some time apart for things like this. A piece of knowledge that has Harry shifting his phone away as YN sets the food on the coffee table, reaching out to gently pull on her arm to meet his puckered lips.

“Thank you,” He whispers.

He receives one of her knee-buckling smiles before leaving a final kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“M’gonna be in the bedroom when yeh done.”

Harry circles his lips in a playfully suggestive way and he’s rewarded with one of her infamous eye rolls. He can’t help but give a pinch to her bum when she turns to leave before going back to answer the interviewer’s next question. She bites back a giggle to not out herself within the interview before tip-toeing her way out of the room.

If she could, she would have explained to him that she wasn’t going to wait up for him in the bedroom, not for any sexy time, but to use the big desktop computer where she’s able to use some of her recording/editing software. 

After uploading a couple of voice files from her phone to the desktop, she doesn’t pay much attention to how many files she highlights and drags into her editing program. It isn’t until she’s in a groove of picking bits and piece from her demos that she stumbles upon a file she didn’t record herself. The guitar melody is significantly different than the one she had originally uploaded and when she begins to curiously sift through the file date of when it was made, she hears Harry’s soft voice come through. 

Boyfriends

They think you're so easy

They take you for granted

They don't know they're just misunderstanding you

YN hasn’t heard this song before, not even when it was being drafted and it makes her eyebrows pinch together.

You love a fool who knows just how to get under your skin

You, you, you still open the door

Almost immediately after hearing these words, she’s transported back to the numerous amount of times where she’s taken him back into her life to hop back onto the “on” phase of their on-and-off relationship. 

This couldn’t have been recently written, surely not created during this year fresh into their official relationship.

Are they just pretending?

They don't tell you where it's heading

YN is knocked out of her thoughts when she hears her name being called from the doorway. He doesn’t say anything more but instead goes to lean his hip on the desk in front of her. 

“Why did yeh keep this from me?” YN isn’t mad or upset but rather curious—a reaction he wasn’t really expecting out of her if he was being honest. This was a song he had written when he was deeply hurt—the both of them were—and it wasn’t necessarily a happy path down memory lane whenever that section of their past is brought up. 

“I dunno really. I guess it’s just something that I wanted to put out at the time. It wasn’t the right time and I remember how much Cherry put you off so I put away this one. It never really came up again so...out of sight out of mind I suppose.”

YN hums, keeping her gaze on the screen, “S’a beautiful song.”

“Our songs always seem to end up that way, don't they?” Harry offers a soft smile when he reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. 

“Our songs?”

Harry hums in response, “Hmh, of our—what did you call it once—our ‘fuck-up situation’ I think you said?” 

The two of them huff out a small laugh at the memory. It was only a year ago when their situationship finally came to an end after two years (and only seven days for it to get exposed to the public), when they were both so close yet so closed off from each other. A good chunk of the Fine Line songs have had an up-beat/pop song melody over the melancholy lyrics. 

It all seems like a lifetime ago at this point with their relationship being the strongest it's ever been. Both are undoubtedly grateful to not be in that part of their lives anymore but content that they get to look at each other now to see how far they’ve both come. What better way to capture the timeline of their emotions than through music?

"Doesn't seem that complicated anymore, does it?" She gives her love a satisfied smile.

"Thank heavens for that," He plants a kiss on her forehead. "Now, come gimme a cuddle before I die from lack of touch."

He's already pulling her up and out of her seat over the short distance to the large bed yet her mind gets stuck on the lyrics he sang merely a year ago.

“This was one of the few tracks that I didn’t help write which is a bit strange, at least on my end,” YN smirks, lifting up her index finger knowing. “But I was able to bring in a very special person to bring the song to its completion and to persuade H to finally put it on the album.”

YN and the production team are all huddled up together in her home studio in LA as they talk quietly amongst themselves. It’s been a couple of weeks since she first heard the song as they’ve been working on other tracks for the record but it was finally time to finish the song.

“I dunno, he said he still wanted to work on it,” Tyler, one of Harry’s core producers, says with a scratch of his beard.

“Well, we’re not gonna make this a Watermelon Sugar situation where he keeps putting the song off from not being able to figure out what it needed,” YN points out with her hands on her hips. “The song almost didn’t make it on the album, babe. And this song is too good to just toss aside.”

“The song is basically finished,” Kid shrugs. “And if he doesn’t like it—which I doubt—then we can always scrap the idea and have Mitch play it instead.”

“But I think he’s really gonna—”

“I’m really gonna what?” The team turns around to see the boss man come into the home studio. He looks up from the phone in his hand before rising an eyebrow. “What’s going on.”

The production team share a smile with one another before turning their attention to the man before them.

“We enlisted a very special person,” YN begins. Harry eyes the group suspiciously, especially at his love when she’s practically bouncing in her spot from excitement. 

As if it were planned, the door leading to YN’s recording room opens to reveal none other than Ben Harper.

“Hey YN, got everything set up inside whenever you’re ready—oh, hey,” Ben offers a warm smile to Harry who seems utterly star-struck. If YN had a dollar for every time Harry has brought up this man’s Spotify to show her one of his new songs and geek out about the musician’s style, her pockets would be overflowing. So it was a no-brainer that YN would pull a few strings to bring in the favored artist to be a feature musician for the track.

”I think the good part of [Boyfriends] is that it is everything. It’s both acknowledging my own behavior. It’s looking at behavior that I’ve witnessed. I grew up with a sister, so it’s watching her date people and watching friends date people, and people don’t treat each other very nicely sometimes. It was one of those really quick, just say what you think of boyfriends.”

Even now as he sits next to his love, her eyes bounce around the large computer screen in front of her, diligently working on the added guitar bits for the song, he still can’t wrap his head around the fact that she’s here. After all this time, times when any person would have turned around and walked in a different direction without a second thought, she was still by his side.

From keeping their feelings pushed aside and locked away for five years during their time in the band together, to a secret on-and-off relationship where it was a kiss and don’t tell situation, under the blinding lights of the media. To now being officially together without a doubt in either one’s mind that they’re it for one another, it all seems unreal yet painfully so at the same time. 

You feel a fool

You're back at it again

Despite the addition of Ben Harper’s playing on the official track, there was one aspect of the song Harry wanted to act. The two always find it fun and interesting when there can be hidden messages within songs: like when YN suggested Olivia Rodrigo whisper I love you quite literally in between the chorus and the verse of her song Deja Vu or how one can faintly Harry sing the words fine line in Sunflower Vol. 6. 

With this song in particular, it’s explaining how Harry isn’t the best boyfriend and in turn, YN keeps opening up her arms to let him back into her life.

Instead of the ending of the song flowing back to the beginning of the song to make it an endless loop, he’s reversing it to end the toxic cycle.

It’s here where it finally hits him. He knew this truth since forever it seems but it’s officially time. He doesn’t want to just be her boyfriend. He wants more. She’s the love of his love for crying out loud. 

Taglist:

He wants her to be his wife.

Next song here! 🌷

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[jenmyeons]

Christmas for Three

Pairing: kyungsoo x fem. reader Summary: The one where Christmas equals a sassy husband, a crooked star on the Christmas tree and a baby on the way 

Word count: 1.1k

Author’s note: another christmas fluff in the name of ficmas, this was supposed to be posted last week but i’ve been unusually busy and felt the need to rewrite some parts but here it is 

@chogi-wae​ giving you some ksoo content since “jongin is out for soo’s wig”

A deep sigh leaves your lips as you make a second attempt at straightening the star upon the top of the Christmas tree. In your concentrated state of mind, you miss the sound of slippers shuffling against the floor but are nonetheless alerted by the presence of your husband when his voice sounds off behind you.

”What are you doing?”

Startled, you twist around to face Kyungsoo. He rubs his tired eyes with his right fist and looks around in search for what you conclude is probably his glasses.

”Merry Christmas to you too, Sunshine. The star is crooked so I was trying to fix it before you woke up but it proved to be a lot more difficult than I initially thought,” you explain and leave your place on the stool you had set out for yourself in order to be able to reach the top. ”Your glasses are in the kitchen, by the way. You left them there yesterday while finishing up the last batch of treats.”

Kyungsoo gives a nodding movement of his head and draws you into his chest, your hands gripping the white t-shirt he’s put on to cover up. He never was someone to show off. What a pity. You raise yourself up slightly on your tippy toes and plant a kiss on his full lips. Kyungsoo smiles and leans in for another kiss and you find yourself quite thankful that the awkward faze of caring about bad morning breath has long since passed. The pair of you snuggle into each others embrace for a few seconds before you feel him lean back a little to catch your gaze.

After a few moments of silence, your husband speaks up.

”You know, I had this idea of getting up early to get a head start on the Christmas decorations but you messed it up by waking up before me for the first time in all of our years together.”

Kyungsoo laughs in delight, eyes and nose scrunching together, at the whiny ’yah’ you scold him with.

”Make me breakfast and I’ll consider calling us even,” you tell him sternly.

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. ”Don’t tell me what to do!” He complains but moves out of your arms and towards the kitchen anyways, complaining under his breath. You can’t really hear what he says but you’re sure they are all attempts at insulting you behind your back.

You know he doesn’t like it when you climb around on high stools nowadays, so you sneak back up on the stool to fix another ornament high up on the tree, as soon as you hear him rattle around among pots. Letting out a sigh of exhaustion, you carefully step down from the stool, knowing that you’re now carrying around precious cargo. You’ve always prided yourself in having quite the stamina but these days, exhaustion comes easier than the mundane tasks such as standing for longer periods of time or stepping on a damn stool. Taking a look around the living room, you decide that the festive decorations look good enough and move into the kitchen.

Kyungsoo is still busy with breakfast preparations so you take a seat on one of the worn down kitchen chairs with a sigh. Through all your years together, watching Kyungsoo in his element while preparing food, whether it be date night dinner worthy of a place at a Michelin star restaurant or something as simple as ramen, has over the years turned into a favorite pastime of yours. You’ve seen how what used to be a hobby on the side turned into him serving as a military chef during enlistment, always his first victim when trying out a new recipe. There’s a calm surrounding him as he, with eyebrows pulled together, focuses on putting together the rather excessive dishes for a simple breakfast. A luxury you happily indulge in. After some minutes of husband watching, the rumbling sound of your stomach asking to be fed makes it into the room and Kyungsoo laughs at the sound, his delighted giggle triggering your own. He turns around to face you, taking in the way your right hand subconsciously, almost habitually, caresses your belly in a gentle manner. There is something to be said about admiring one’s other half, he thinks to himself. An instant comfort and calm taking over, a warm and buzzing feeling under your skin. A warm smile takes place over Kyungsoo’s lips as he takes a step forward so he can place his hands over yours. His smile grows wider by the second, making you look at him in confusion however, it’s contagious and you soon sport an equally broad smile.

”What is it?”

”Just happy,” Kyungsoo shrugs. ”You know, this marks our first Christmas as a family of three.”

A loud laugh sounds through the room and with a fond head shake, you gently move your hands to cup his cheeks. Kyungsoo looks thoroughly confused, making you laugh even more.

”When did you get this soft, Mr. Doh?”

Kyungsoo scoffs and diverts his gaze from yours as you notice a blush spread to his ears and once again, he mumbles under his breath. Saying that he’s not at all soft but rather the opposite. Then with a pat on his round cheek, you leave him to his breakfast duty and leave the kitchen in favor of the comfort of your couch.

Making yourself comfortable on the spacious couch with Meokmul contently taking her usual place in your lap, you take a look around the room. With a satisfied nod, you conclude that you’ve done a pretty damn good job with the decorations this year. Despite the still crooked star sitting atop the Christmas tree.

Carefully carrying a tray filled to the brim with various dishes is how Kyungsoo emerges from the kitchen not a minute later. The man is way too extra when it comes to cooking - some toast would be just fine, but you would never let him know that, enjoying him spoiling you way too much.

”I’m cold, can you cuddle with me?” You ask softly and Kyungsoo shakes his head, flopping down beside you on the couch, crushing one of the decorative pillows in the process.

”No.”

Annoyed at his teasing you scold him, ”then throw me a blanket or I’m breaking up with you.”

”We’re married, dumbass,” he deadpans and expertly dodges the pillow you throw at his head but reaches for the blanket and spreads it over his lap anyways, keeping one side up as an invitation.

”I’m joking!” He defends himself at the dagger you shoot his way through your eyes. ”Now stop complaining and scooch over so we can cuddle.”

#kyungsoo fluff #ficmas 2019 #kyungsoo #exo #exo fluff #kyungsoo fanfic #exo fanfic #d.o fluff

[monst]

T’is the season

Masterlist 

Also I refuse to call it ficmas.... The little stared ones are some of my faves ^.^*

Day 1- “It’s the most wonderful time of the year~”  Yoarashi Inasa

Day 2- Reading christmas books to kids at the library  Todoroki Shoto x F. Reader*

Day 3- What the kids want (Family au.) Toyomitsu Taishiro, Aizawa Shouta and, Shinsou Hitoshi.

Day 4- A walk through town.  Dabi*

Day 5- “We slept in….”  Shinsou Hitoshi,*

Day 6- “Cold? Hold my hand.” Todoroki Shoto x Male reader*

Day 7- Picking the tree Yagi Toshinori

Day 8- Cold mornings Shigaraki Tomura*

Day 9- “Warm by the fire? I’m Warmer near you~” Himiko Toga x f. Reader

Day 10- Eggnog Hado Nejire

Day 11- Stockings Eri (tbh she could be requested all 31 days and I'd have no problem. This baby deserves a merry Christmas!)

Day 12- Holiday movies Kirishima Eijirou, Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina, Tokoyami Fumikage*

Day 13- Visiting Santa in the mall!/Being santa in the mall. Fatgum

Day 14- Decorating the tree Yagi Toshinori + the family (❤ Did I mention I love him? Thank you for this! He deserves it 😭)

Day 15- Snowball fight Shindo Yo*

Day 16- Mail a letter to Santa Shinsou Hitoshi**

Day 17- Sledding Usagiyama Rumi

Day 18- Hot chocolate Takami Keigo

Day 19- Ugly Christmas sweaters Bakugou Katsuki***

Day 20- Baking cookies. Hanta Sero*

Day 21- Making ornaments Togata Mirio

Day 22- Last minute shopping Midoriya Izuku*

Day 23- Secret Santa Amajiki Tamaki*

Day 24- Christmas carols -Jirou Kyouka, Yamada Hizashi*

Day 25- Merry Christmas Shigaraki, Dabi, Kurogiri, Spinner, Twice, Himiko, Magne, Mr.Compress, All for one + Nomu....**********

Day 26- Picking up a giant mess!!  Asui Tsuyu!!!*

Day 27- Snowed in Sasaki Mirai*

Day 28- Ice skating Amajiki Tamaki x gender neutral reader*

Day 29- Let’s go see a play! Mr. Compress

Day 30- Shoveling snow Yaoyorozu Momo, Hanta Sero, Enji Todoroki*

Day 31- Goodbye old year! All Might!, Midnight, Nezu, Stain, AFO, Best Jeanist

(Extra)- Grinch. Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou katsuki, Todoroki shoto

#bnha #bnha prompt #bnha christmas #Amari's TDS #Christmas 2019 #Original list #Ficmas 2019 #Poet Shinsou

[blueboxesandtrafficcones]

A Night at the Planetarium

Day 29 of 2019′s 31 Days of Ficmas Thanks to @doctorroseprompts for the prompt list! Prompt: star Rating: T (mildly nsfw) Pairing: 10xRose

Summary: One of the benefits of dating an astronomer with the Royal Observatory is an after-hours preview of the next show. Unfortunately, it may just be the end of the world. A Cosier with You 'verse fic.

2019 31 Days of Ficmas masterlist AO3

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Checking her watch Rose cursed under her breath, hurrying up from the Tube at Greenwich.  She’d been delayed at every turn – getting out of the café to begin with, barely making her train only to sit between stations for ten minutes.  She’d kept him up to date, and every reply had involved an understanding response and a smiling emoji, but she hated to leave him waiting for her.

Darting and weaving amongst people out for a leisurely stroll – which seemed to be half of London, with her luck – she was out of breath by the time she made it to the Wolfe statue they’d arranged to meet at.

I’m here, she texted once she was close, only to look up and spot a lone figure waiting on a bench.

Sure enough the person looked up, and his beaming smile coaxed a matching one to her own face.

“Hi!” James said warmly, hurrying the last few feet to meet her and sweeping her into his arms.  “How are you?”  Not waiting for a response he captured her lips in a hungry kiss, banishing any thoughts of tiredness or frustration from her mind.

“I missed you,” she finally whispered as their kisses slowed and they were able to pull away.  “God, look at me – a mess after 48 whole hours apart!”

Taking her hand, he led her towards the observatory gates, which were closed.  “My coworkers will tell you that it didn’t take that long for me to fall apart.  This morning, in the first show – admittedly, I was still working on my coffee – I told the kids about the nine planets.  Nine!  It’s been more than a decade since Pluto was reclassified – at least until this morning.  Blimey, that was embarrassing.”

“That was fucked up, though, you know that, right?” Rose laced their fingers together, momentarily panged by how they weren’t exploring the gardens but warmed by the fact that she’d probably be back.  I’ll bet it’s gorgeous in the spring.  “I mean, you can’t just tell us ‘never mind, we changed our minds, you’re not a planet anymore’.  How many kids were psychologically scarred by that reversal?”

Badging them into the building, he looked down at her in amusement.  “One, I wasn’t part of that decision, you know that right?  B, it’s only proper – why does this dwarf planet get a promotion and not others, just because it was discovered first?  Not fair.  And third, I know I was.  Why d’you think I went into this field in the first place?”

Not letting her answer he pushed the door open, guided her in, and said, “Welcome, Rose Tyler, to the Greenwich Observatory.”

“It’s really cool that we’re in here after hours,” she smiled up at him, before glancing around.  “It looks just as I remember.”

“I’ll bet – things don’t really change here,” James said dryly.  “Shall I give you the tour?”

She nodded and he began, launching into a spiel she could barely keep up with; his knowledge was encyclopedic, mouth going a mile a minute, and she quickly decided to just enjoy the experience and his enthusiasm as he guided her from room to room.

“Can we look through any of the telescopes?” she asked when he finally paused for breath, disappointed but not surprised when he shook his head.

“They do evening events sometimes where you can, but that’s the only time, unfortunately.  I did ask.  I’ll get us booked on one of those next time – we can usually score free tickets if it doesn’t sell out, but with  the holidays it’s been busy.  I was lucky enough to be able to get us in here at all.”

His casual reference to next time made her giddy, and she pressed her cheek against his bicep.  “Sounds perfect.”

Pausing to kiss her, their lips only briefly met before he pulled back as though struck by lightning.  “Oh!  I almost forgot to say- did you know, in this very room-”

-

Eventually they made it down the way to the deserted planetarium.  Not wasting time on anything else he took her right to the theater portion, hustling her through the exhibits.  Rather than picking seats, though, a blanket and picnic basket were set up in the empty space before the rows.

“This isn’t the best view in the room,” James helped her out of her coat, “but it will be the most comfortable – or at least, the best for cuddling together.”  He stopped then, dropping their coats onto a seat.  “Wow.  That’s some dress.”

“You like it?”  Sticking her hands in the pockets Rose held it out, giving a twirl and grinning at his awed expression.  Worth the extra fifteen quid for fast shipping.  “I thought it thematically appropriate.”

His hand skated down her side, before coming to rest over her heart.  “It’s the milky way!  And accurate, at first glance.”

“It is.  Or at least, the description promised it was!”

His eyes shot up to meet hers.  “Did you buy this for me?”

Rose caught her tongue between her teeth in a grin.  “‘Course not, I don’t think it would fit you.  It is, however, a new purchase.  Arrived this afternoon.”

“It’s beautiful.  You’re beautiful.”  His kiss took her breath away, and she let him lower her to the blankets, drowning in his warmth and love.  When she reached for his belt, though, he pulled away panting, stilling her hand.

“Mhmm.  No.  Cameras.”

“So?”

He laughed, easing away from her, shaking his head.  “So, I’d like to keep my job and bring you here again.  Now, can I run the show, give you a tour of the universe?”

“Yes, please.”  Crossing her legs and propping herself up on her elbows, Rose watched him hurry around the theater towards the control booth.  Everything went dark, and a moment later lights began to play on the screen above her as he returned to her side.

“I’ve got nibbles,” James started pulling things out of the picnic basket, “and some wine.  I-”

She stopped him with a gentle touch, tugging him closer.  “Come tell me what we’re looking at,” she invited softly.  “Nibbles and wine can wait.  What’s happening here?”  It looked like the solar system, but the Sun was odd.

“Oh, this is a new show that’s coming soon – it’s about the future.  So, by our estimates, about five billion years from now – yes, billion, with a ‘b’ – we believe the sun will expand.”

“Meaning what?”

Rose watched his face as he stared at the screen, lights from the graphics flashing across his wonderous expression.

“The end of the world.”

“What?!”

-

Her squawk startled him, and James tore his eyes away from the screen to blink at her.  “What?”

“What d’you mean the end of the world?” she demanded, eyes flashing, and though he wasn’t always so good with relationships even he knew it was not the right time to be thinking about how hot she was when she was fired up.

“Well… just that.”  Thankfully he had a remote, and was able to pause the screen and turn on some low-level lights.  “You heard the five billion years from now part, right?”

She faltered.  “I- yeah, I mean… hang on, I saw this on Newsround Extra.  Won’t it take, like, hundreds of years?”

Lying back down, James tugged her to lean against him, nestling her under his arm.  “Yes, that’s right,” he said gently, making a mental note to soften the script for when the exhibit opened.  “I don’t think there will be any danger at that point.  We know about it now, we’ll certainly know about it then.  Who knows if there will even be life still on Earth at that point, or what sort of lifeform it will be?  The Earth is about four-and-a-half billion years old now, making us at roughly the midpoint.  Think of everything that’s come and gone since it started.  Maybe we’ll be like the dinosaurs to the species inhabiting this planet when it comes time to evacuate.  Legends that exist only in bones, leaving questions behind.”

He waited quietly, letting her sift through her thoughts.  It was difficult to bite his tongue; he wasn’t used to letting silence stretch, but he did it for her, focusing instead on the image of the sky above them.

“D’you ever wonder if there’s life out there in the universe, beyond us?  If there’s anything out there?”

“Statistically, I find it improbable that we’re alone.  Romantically, though, I sort of like the idea.  We’re just falling through space, this weird species of ours, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world.  Have you seen the planets side-by-side in scope?  Jupiter is eleven times the size of Earth, and yet has no life.  The ground is spinning beneath us at a thousand miles an hour.  This planet is travelling at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour around the sun.  And we feel nothing.”

“Well, I’ve certainly felt the Earth move,” Rose said, smirk audible in her voice as she nudged him.  “And I like that idea.  Falling with you.”

Their hands tangled together, fingers lacing and squeezing each other.

“Right!”  He couldn’t have removed the smile from his face if he tried.  “So, anyway, Earth gets roasted, yadda yadda.  And-”

“Hang on,” Rose cut him off, and he watched her give a dramatic sniff.  “D’you smell that?”

Freeing her hand from his, she went digging in the picnic basket, and he grinned when she found her treat.

“Chips!”  She immediately bit into one, and the moan she made sent his heart pounding.  “Fuck these are good.  Did you make them?”

“I did,” he grabbed one, popping it in his mouth.  “And they kept well, thank God.  I told you I had nibbles!”

She was digging further into the basket now, practically in it up to her shoulders, pulling out of the goodies he’d packed.  “Well, might as well eat while we’re watching the show,” she said, voice muffled as he laughed.  “Here, take this, then start from the beginning again.”

He did as requested, heart full as he got to share the thing he loved most – the stars – with the woman he was quickly growing to love more than anyone else.

-

Holding the picnic basket, Rose waited patiently as James closed up behind them on their way out.  As he locked the gate she leaned back, staring up at the night sky.  Other than the moon, there wasn’t much to see; only a few stars made it through the fog and clouds.

“You know,” he said, taking her hand with a would-be casual tone, “if you go out to the countryside with a telescope, you can see millions of stars.”

They headed down the path, back through Greenwich park towards the Tube stop, fingers lacing together.

“Are you asking me to go away with you?”  Her tone was lightly teasing, but her heart lifted in hope.

He glanced at her, expression shy.  “Well, I suppose I am?  Not now, but… maybe in the spring?  Or at least closer to?  It feels like we’ve been together forever, but it’s really only a couple weeks…  I don’t want us to get ahead of ourselves.  Make sure we’re building a foundation, so to speak.”

“When you say sweet things like that, it does not encourage taking it slow.”  Rose couldn’t help the happy smile that seemed to be etched on her face; to counteract it, she deliberately bumped into his shoulder.  “I know it’s about the journey, not the destination, yadda yadda, but I want it all, and I want it now.”

“Me too,” he wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they started down the stairs into the station.  “Patience, grasshopper.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, too focused on making the face to watch where she was going – and would have fallen if not for James’ lightning-fast reflexes.

“Oh, shit,” she panted, wide-eyed, as she clung to him.  “Thanks.”

He didn’t reply, just pulled her into a crushing hug for a long moment.  “Train’s any minute,” he muttered, and they moved on, holding tightly to each other as they walked in silence.

It wasn’t until they were seated on the train, heading back into London that he seemed to exhale, sinking down into his seat next to her.  “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she promised softly, thumb caressing the back of his hand.  “Are you?”

James nodded, staring down at their joined hands.  Thankfully it was late enough the car was half-empty, giving them a semblance of privacy.  “You scared me.  I thought… I was going to lose you.  Just for a second.”

Leaning into his side, she pressed a kiss to his bicep, studying his face.  “I’m okay.  And, you’re not gonna lose me.  Hey- d’you want to come home with me?  Meet my Mum?”

“Yeah, if you want me to!”  The offer brought a little life back into his eyes.  “I know you’ve been nervous about that, but you already met my crazy family – it can’t possibly be worse than that.”

“Oh, you think so, do you?”

They squabbled all the way there, trading stories about their mothers’ antics, and when he charmed Jackie into a hug within seconds of meeting her, Rose fell a little more in love with him.

This is it, she thought, hanging up her jacket and following them into the kitchen as they gabbed like old friends.  This is the rest of my life.

Just as the sun had in his light show hours earlier, her heart expanded, full of love and warmth for the two people in front of her, laughing as Jackie opened a bottle of wine, James gesturing wildly.

I can’t wait.

#bbatcfic #doctorroseprompts #31 days of ficmas #ficandchips #doctor who #10xRose #10th Doctor #Rose Tyler #star #A Night at the Planetarium #Cosier with You 'verse

[promptingyou]

25 fluffy holiday prompts !

hii everyone! since it’s december in a few days... i decided to make a mini-series! im hoping to have the angst version out tomorrow!! love you--- (put me in the tags if you use any of these! i love to see your works!)

1. candy cane kisses 2. cuddles in a power outage 3. giving gifts 4. sneaky mistletoe 5. first snow fall 6. baking cookies 7. cold hands 8. candlelight confessions 9. lazy days 10. snowball fight 11. matching pajamas 12. “are you blushing” “no it’s just cold” 13. hot coffee vs. hot chocolate 14. overeating 15. holiday movies 16. heater stopped working 17. meet the family 18. caught in a storm 19. sugar, spice, and everything nice 20. night lights 21. “you are my home” 22. blanket fort 23. big sweaters and fuzzy socks 24. goofy smiles 25. perfect

#fluff #fluff prompts #prompt list #kpop prompts #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #ficmas 2019 #is that a tag lol #ficmas #prompts #promptingyou #holiday prompts #hope you guys enjoy! #sorry i can't put read more