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nyongsimp · 6 months

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since i met you (pjy)

pjy x female reader word count: 1.4k genre: fluff, married life, domestic life, slice of life, christmas time, surprise gift, meet the family warnings: if you happen to speak another language rather than English, you might feel things. jinyoung learns a new language to surprise his wife. mature content: no. a/n: nobody ever told me the hardships of being an adult with tons of job responsibilities (and how to be financially responsible). a lot has happened, still a lot of fics of all lenghts on the works that i do promise that will be uploaded sooner or later (most likely later, BUT WILL BE UPLOADED I SWEAR !!). i'll place another author's note at the end of the one shot so you can know what jinyoung (and he family) said. enjoy!!! MASTERPOST.

summary: it's christmas time, and also the first time jinyoung gets to meet your whole family who doesn't speak English nor Korean, something that makes you uneasy until you see how well jinyoung gets along with everybody.

Life has its strange ways and turns, one day you’re saying goodbye to your family without knowing when or if you would ever cross paths again, and the other your in-laws are driving you and your husband to the airport so you both can go and visit your family, which you hadn’t seen since your wedding almost a year ago.

After a final hug and well-intended see you soons, you walked to the ariport’s waiting room. This flight was long, longer than most international flights. However, it did excite you to know that you will be spending Christmas and New Year in your country. These two next weeks would be the most time he will be spending there, and you knew undoubtedly that he was also very excited.

“I swear they won’t mean anything bad, they’re just a bit handful,” you warned him. He has spent time with your family yes, but never this much time, neither outside of his country nor your mom and dad’s sides fully. Often being just your mom or dad, or both. Sometimes you could even add your sister to the equation. He smiled, “I think I can manage,” kissing your temple, you allowed yourself to relax into his embrace, waiting for your flight to be announced.

The way he handled your youngest cousins and baby nephews and nieces made you giddy. You have had the talk, and he never actually pushed you into getting pregnant—something you were most grateful for—however, the baby fever you were facing at the moment was getting out of control. Your cheeks were hurting from smiling that much, even your mom had playfully elbowed you, which you answered playing dumb.

Jinyoung had not made anything that could have made you think he was uncomfortable nor struggling communicating. Your relationship struggled at the beginning as you weren’t fluent in Korean and even though his English was really good, he had to make an effort so you could communicate without having to pressure you into learning Korean faster, meaning that now both of you were fluent in both languages.

Either way, you knowing English didn’t mean that your family knew English too. Your sister and cousins, sure. But your parents, uncles and aunts struggled with that as it wasn’t commonly thought when they were studying. You were glad that Jinyoung could communicate with some of your family and that they could help him and the eldest part of the family to comprehend the other and be able to have a conversation.

Your dad was now deep in conversation with your husband and uncles, making him part of the “male circle” as you often identified them as. You knew that your dad had been trying to learn both English and Korean, as well as your mom, so he could have a somewhat easy conversation with Jinyoung, something that made your heart warm, as he had never made such an effort before.

After dinner, it was time to open the Christmas gifts, making everyone reunite around the living room to start the exchange. The whole dynamic was amazing and wholesome. The kids were embellished by Jinyoung—to no one’s surprise, really—. He had every single member of your family just as wrapped around his finger as you.

The evening continued as the kids were playing with their respective gifts and the older generations were chatting while sipping a festive drink. You really tried to engage in the conversation, but Jinyoung drawing circles on your thigh with his thumb was making you sleepy. He noticed and placed a kiss on your hair.

“Do you want to go?” he asked, knowing that you were beyond tired.

Before agreeing on taking this vacation with your family, you had to finish a long to-do list. Even when you had bought the plane tickets you weren’t entirely sure that you could make it all the way here. The company you worked for had a few last-minute things to fix, and Jinyoung’s schedule suddenly had another two filming days to complete. To this day you still have no idea how you both managed to come.

You denied with your head, you were far too happy being here no matter how tired you were, “it’s ok, I can handle another hour” you whispered to his ear, “and they offered us a room here, we don’t have to go back to the hotel today.”

Jinyoung nodded and pulled you closer to him.

After spending a few days with your mom’s side of the family, you went back to your childhood town to spend New Year’s with your dad’s side of the family.

His family could be a bigger communication challenge than you could have foreseen. None of them, except for your sister, your younger cousin and your parents could effectively communicate with your husband. You weren’t about to lie and say that it didn’t matter because it did, but it wasn’t a big deal.

This time you were by Jinyoung’s side most of the time, helping him or your relatives to understand what the other meant or wanted to say. There were a few silly jokes about the Gangnam Style, the only Korean thing they could remember, making Jinyoung laugh wholeheartedly as he also liked that song.

After dining, everyone joined the games in the living room. It was a funny yet bittersweet feeling as you hoped your grandparents could meet your husband, something that had zero possibilities of happening even before you met him. Jinyoung felt your mood change and hugged you closer to him, and you let him comfort you without uttering a single word.

Between a friendly banter and laughs the night drifted to seconds before midnight. Now you were standing up, waiting for the countdown for New Year, when you heard the screams of your family as they said the numbers backwards starting from 10 you felt giddy, as you had always enjoyed this part of the celebrations.

“¡Cinco!” Jinyoung hugged you by your middle, making your body face him.

“¡Cuatro!” you were watching everyone in the room, even the pictures of those who had left this realm early on.

Your parents were looking at you both, and you smiled at them, “¡Tres!”

“¡Dos!” they tried to tell you something, but they weren’t successful at doing so as you had no clue what they were saying.

“¡Uno!” Jinyoung grabbed your chin, and now you were looking at him. He smiled, and you were lost in his shiny warm eyes.

“Feliz Año Nuevo, mi amor” he said perfectly.

Before you even had time to process what happened, he kissed you tenderly and you let him. One of his hands caressed your cheek while the other guided you to his lips, your hands were hugging him by his waist. The kiss felt eternal, even though you knew it lasted only a few seconds.

As you broke apart, your eldest aunt had a cheeky smile, “no nos dijiste que sabe hablar español.”

“Porque no sabe,” you started, “seguramente se aprendió unas cositas nada más.”

Jinyoung laughed and threw an arm over your shoulders, “me ofendes.”

Your head turned to look at him before you could notice it. You must have imagined it, he hadn’t spoken Spanish, you would have noticed it before you came to visit your family.

“¿Qué?” even your parents were endeared by your reaction, “¿ustedes ya sabían?”

Your dad laughed, “desde Navidad.”

“¿En serio no sabías?” your mom said softly.

Looking at Jinyoung with teary eyes, you smiled, “you better explain yourself.”

“Va a sonar muy tonto,” he blushed, and you knew that you had started crying softly already, overwhelmed by the surprise, “pero desde que te conocí empecé a aprender español,” his thumbs wiped your quiet but happy tears. “Son lágrimas de felicidad, ¿cierto? No soportaría hacerte llorar a menos que fuera algo feliz,” he hugged you.

You heard your sister say, “iiiii, ya va a llorar,” so you looked at her, who was mocking you for your reaction.

“Míralos, qué bonitos,” your oldest aunt said, making you blush, you had forgotten for a moment that in this house you couldn’t have a private moment even if you tried to have one.

Everyone laughed and after a few seconds you started hugging everyone in your family, watching Jinyoung speak to them with no problem.

You couldn’t believe how lucky you were by having him in your life, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t grateful for it.

a/n: as a Spanish speaker person this almost made me cry while writing it. also, even if there were some numbers spoken, here you have all the meanings of what the family said:

¡cinco! = 5 ¡cuatro! = 4 ¡tres! = 3 ¡dos! = 2 ¡uno! = 1 ¡feliz año nuevo, mi amor! = happy new year, love! no nos dijiste que sabe hablar español = you didn't tell us that he speaks Spanish porque no sabe = because he doesn't know seguramente se aprendió unas cositas nada más = he could've just learned a few things me ofendes = you offend me ¿qué? = what? ¿ustedes ya sabían? = you knew? ¿en serio no sabías? = you really didn't know? va a sonar muy tonto = it may sound silly pero desde que te conocí empecé a aprender español = but since i met you i started learning Spanish son lágrimas de felicidad, ¿cierto? no soportaría hacerte llorar a menos que fuera algo feliz = those are happy tears, right? i couldn't fathom making you cry if it wasn't for something happy iiiii, ya va a llorar = look, she's gonna cry (in Spanish we can use iiiii as a way to mocking someone) míralos, qué bonitos = look at them, aren't they cute?

#jinyoung fic #jinyoung got7 #got7 fluff #jinyoung fluff #park jinyoung got7 #jinyoung christmas fic #got7 christmas fic #oneshot #fluff

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blizzardfluffykpop · 2 years

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12 days of Winter Year #6

Groups you can request for are MONSTA X, PENTAGON, GOT7, SEVENTEEN, and Xdinary Heroes.

To request, pick a prompt and a member from one of the groups listed above, and the specific reader you want it for (if not specified, I’ll make it gender neutral). Also, I do not write smut.

Prompts that are strikethrough have been requested. I’ll be doing these throughout December.

Update: All prompts have been written so they are no longer strikethrough!

Please request!!!

“It’s freezing out– and you want ice cream?” “Yeah.” “Let’s go get some!”

“I’ll have a blue Christmas without you.”

Kissing under the mistletoe

“Well, pull up an ice block and lend an ear” [Parent/Grandparent/Family Friend au]

“Do you want to watch the snow fall with me?”

Wrapping presents together

“Christmas lights can’t compare to how bright you shine.”

Visiting a Christmas light display together

“Do you want to spend the holidays with me?” “You would do that?”

“You want to watch sappy hallmark movies together?” “Eh, why not?”

“Would you be my date to the Christmas Ball?”

Make Your Own Prompt!

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veethefreeelf · 9 months

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JAY B Fic Recs

M - Mature (minors DNI) / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending

None of these works are mine, I tagged all the authors, make sure to go to the authors page, like and reblog their works

The Back-Up - one-shot, 12K - by @inyournightmares97 - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE - not mature but suggestive

The Leading Lady - one-shot, 11.6K - by @inyournightmares97 again because they have amazing works -> F / HpE

Chocolate Eyes - one-shot, 19.5K - by... you guessed it @inyournightmares97 because they write Jaebeom beautifully -> A / F / HpE

DREAMIN' - one-shot, 15K - by yes, again, @inyournightmares97 -> A / F / HpE

Illecebrous - one-shot, 2.9K - by @flurrys-creativity - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

Mistletoes & Christmas sweaters - one-shot, 4.2K - by @flurrys-creativity again, just do yourself a favor and read all their works -> M / F / HpE

Moonlight Café - two-shot, 15.9K - by @milfgyuu - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Wet - one-shot, 8.2K - by @spacequokka - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

Out of this World - one-shot, 11K - by @kpopchangedme - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

mistletoe? oh no! - one-shot, 6.9K - by @wonderlustlucas - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE

Bad Habit Series by @jae-daddy - full Masterlist - please go through their masterlist, their Jaebeom works are unbelievably good -> M / A / F / HpE

Please mini Series by @jae-daddy again because I ALREADY TOLD YOU THEY ARE AMAZING -> M / A / F / HpE

Vermillion Series (Ongoing) by @flowered-mp3 - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Far From Home Series by @red-exo - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

to kill an empire Series by @ahgaseda - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Fragrances & Lost Fragrances Series by @jj-ktae - full Masterlist -> minor M / A / F / HpE

Erotica Series by @jj-ktae again because their stories are absolutely brilliant -> M / A / F / HpE

HOLIC Series by @taexual - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

What I Wouldn't Give mini Series by @flowerbeom - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Tension - one-shot, 6.6K - by @flowerbeom again because they are a brilliant writer -> M / minor A / F / HpE

Dating Lessons - two-shot, 18.4K - by @parkhabits - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Five Minutes - one-shot, 7.2K - by @parkhabits again because they are an amazing GOT7 writer

Worth Fighting For - one-shot, 5.7K - by @prettywordsyouleft - full Masterlist -> minor M / A / F / HpE

Poets and Parties - one-shot, 5K - by @kpopfanfictrash - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE

Check Your Messages - one-shot - by @kwrittink - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE

Taming The Brat Series by @deliriousscenarios - full Masterlist - THIS one is my favorite ever. I've re-read this more times than I can count -> M / A / F / HpE

Before Sunset - one-shot - by @mintjoonlep - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE

INDEFINITELY Series by @noona-clock - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE

hypnotic - two-shot, 23.7K - by @tuanhood - full Masterlist - this one is one of my absolute favorites as well -> M / A / F / HpE

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ncityprincess · 1 year

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one last present 🎁 ♥️

pairing: yuta x y/n

plot: this is extremely corny and stereotypical but i wanted to write it anyway 😁 y/n has a sexy little christmas surprise for her boyfriend yuta. also this is very loosely based off of @neoculturecollectives Yuta role play fic series. it wasn't supposed to be a role play thing but the pieces just kinda fell into place lmaoo 😭. songs I listened to while writing this (no correlation to the story but I just wanted to add these in lol): drunk on you by jus2, square biz by Teena Marie, you calling my name by got7, blue orangeade by txt, 2 on by tinashe

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!

“i actually have a few more presents for you. wait for me out here, i’ll be right back” you said with a sweet smile. you and yuta had gotten a little too intoxicated last night at your family’s annual christmas eve party. needless to say you two spent christmas morning and christmas afternoon knocked out cold with the curtains closed.

“more?? you already went overboard with the gifts this year, sweet pea” yuta said as he took a look at the mess of gift boxes and wrapping paper that littered the living room. it was your guys’ first christmas together in your new house. you wanted to make it extra special and memorable. “yeah yeah, mr. modest. just get nice and comfy and i’ll be back in a few.” before yuta could protest you sprang up and skipped to the bedroom. yuta shook his head, but did exactly as you asked and got to work cleaning up in the meantime.

you grabbed the hidden shopping bag from the back of your closet and pulled out the red, lacy number. you had seen this sexy lingerie set at victoria’s secret while you were out shopping one day and you just had to have it. yuta was like a starved man when it came to seeing you in lingerie. it didn’t matter much, or how little you left to the imagination. he loved seeing you dressed up in dainty little garments. you felt hot in them, he loved fucking you them. a win for all parties involved.

you stepped into the red negligée and admired the red bows on the straps. the crimson color complimented your skin nicely. you slipped on a pair of stilettos and finished off the look with some red lipstick. you took one last look at yourself in the mirror before fluffing up your hair. let the games begin, you thought to yourself.

when you opened the door you saw yuta in the kitchen throwing away the last of the wrapping paper. he had no idea what he was in for. “excuse me, can you please help me find santa’s workshop? i’m a little lost” you said in a soft, seductive voice. yuta whipped his head around and his eyes immediately went dark. you had him right where you wanted him.

“holy shit babe, what are you doing to me?” he growled. “don’t you like it? i’m like a little present you can unwrap.” you did a slow spin for him so that he could get the full essence of the outfit. yuta stalked over to you slowly, taking in your delicious curves and beauty. “of course i do, sweet pea. but why are you looking for santa when i’m right here?” yuta indulged in your little fantasy you created.

“well, i’m supposed to be with all the other presents in santa’s workshop, but i think he forgot about me” you said with faux sadness. “well shit, i’m not santa, but i can definitely use another present. you gonna let me open you up and play with you baby?” yuta ran his hands up and down your sides and stared down at you like you were his prey.

“uh huh” you bit your lip and looked up at him with the cutest doe eyes you could muster. yuta grabbed your hand and led you to the living room. “why don’t you go lay under the christmas tree for me, sweet pea? show me how pretty my little present is." you walked over toward the christmas tree with an extra sway of your hips and slowly kneeled onto the ground. yuta looked down at you and watched as you arched your back, ass high in the sky on full display. you maneuvered onto your side, resting your head on your hand and posed perfectly for your man.

“do i look pretty for you, sir?” yuta’s dick twitched in his christmas pajamas. you were being so obedient and submissive, it drove him insane. “fuckin' gorgeous, baby. but i’m not really sure how i should use you. why don’t you touch yourself for me, huh? show me how you want me to play with you.”

you wasted no time and stuck two of your fingers into your mouth, getting them nice and slick. your panties were already soaked. you needed something, anything, to relieve the pressure between your thighs. yuta watched closely as your hand slid lower and lower, before they finally landed inside your panties.

you let out a soft moan when your fingers made contact with your sensitive clit. once you felt warmed up you slid one finger inside of you, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. “fuck, that's it. make yourself feel real good for me.

you slid a second finger inside of you and spread your legs even wider. you wanted nothing more than to put on the best show possible for Yuta, making sure he saw everything. "can–can you play with me now? please sir?" you whined. Yuta stalked over to you and grabbed your chin firmly.

"since you're my little toy that means I own you, isn't that right baby?" you nodded your head frantically, loving how small he made you feel. "that's what I thought. now, you're gonna keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop, got it?" Yuta's dark eyes never left yours as he let go of your chin. you sped up your movements as you watched Yuta strip himself of his clothes.

soon after, Yuta pulled your hand from your panties and examined your wet fingers. your chest was heaving due to how worked up you were. he shoved your fingers in your mouth and you moaned at the earthy taste of your arousal. "hands and knees. now." you wasted no time and flipped over. Yuta ran his hands over your plush ass, and landed a harsh smack on it, causing the sound to echo in the living room. you lurched forward at the impact, and Yuta grabbed your hips back into place.

"you're running already? this isn't even the fun part yet, baby." Yuta stroked himself to full hardness, and pulled your red panties over to the side, granting him full access to your dripping hole. Yuta leaned down right next to your ear. "ready, sweet pea?" you pushed your hips back into his, hoping the action would make him enter you already. "mmm yes please sir, I need you." Yuta grazed your earlobe with his teeth and gave you another smack on your ass, chuckling at the yelp you let out.

he slowly sank his member into you, letting out a deep, guttural groan. you arched your back even deeper, bracing yourself for the fucking Yuta was about to give you. he snapped his hips forward harshly, each trust earning a throaty moan from you. "goddamn baby, are all the little fucktoys in the north pole as good as you? this pussy is so fuckin' tight" Yuta gritted out. you smiled through his rough movements. you had almost forgotten about the little scenario you guys were participating in. his dick was hitting all the right spots, it was hard for you to even formulate thoughts.

"yeah? you like playing with me, sir?" you moaned out. Yuta's grip on your hips plus the deep angle he was hitting inside of you made you see stars. "fuck yeah, you're fucking dripping baby." Yuta abruptly halted his movements, causing you to whine out. he flipped you back over onto your back. the dimness of the room and the moody lighting of the christmas tree aided in the sexy ambience of the situation. Yuta put one of your legs onto his shoulder. he felt a cold piece of metal and he looked down at your ankle. it was adorned in a silver chain anklet with a 'Y' charm dangling from it. for Yuta.

you noticed him staring at the piece of jewelry. "do you like your other present, honey?" you asked with a sly smirk. Yuta mirrored your smirk and nibbled at your calf. you felt a shock of electricity run through your body. Yuta slid right back in and wasted no time pounding you roughly. "babyyyyy fuck" you moaned out, grabbing onto your bouncing breasts that spilled out of your bra. Yuta's athleticism never ceased to amaze you. he loved nothing more than to fuck you silly while you laid back and took it.

Yuta put his thumb to your bottom lip and smudged out your red lipstick. you sucked his thumb into your mouth and stared up into his eyes. "fuck baby, you're so fuckin' sexy. can't believe you're all mine." Yuta pulled his thumb from your warm mouth and grabbed your other leg, throwing it over his shoulder. you let out a loud, high pitched moan as he folded your body in half. he put his full weight into each thrust, amplifying the sound of your bodies colliding.

you were so close you could taste it. "sir? I'm–I'm gonna cum. can I please?" you whined out desperately. "go on baby, you've been such a good girl for me. go ahead, cum. now." that's all you needed to hear. your orgasm took over your entire body, causing you to throw your head back. you let out the sexiest moan Yuta ever heard come out of your mouth, and soon after, he came with a loud groan. he buried his face in your neck as he milked out the last few drops of cum.

Yuta finally stilled his hips. you both were panting, trying to catch your breaths after that steamy session. Yuta pulled out of you slowly, and you moaned softly, still sensitive from your high. you felt his warm cum drip out of you, but Yuta used two of his fingers to push it back into you. you jerked your hips at the unexpected action. yuta slapped your pussy playfully, "have I ever told you I love you?" you let out a belly laugh, sitting up to attack him with a big hug. "did you like my present baby?" you asked sincerely. Yuta pulled away from the hug and cupped your face gently with his hands. "like?? I'm pretty sure I just emptied like 7 generations worth of kids into you." your eyes widened and you felt a rush of heat fill your face. "you're a sicko!"

the end 🎁

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ksmutaddict · 2 years

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Can you recommend some good Youngjae fluff fics please?

Sure thing! I'll just post a bunch of links.

I can only post 10 but I hope that helps to get you started!!! Enjoy!

#LOVING discovering all these Youngjae fans lately #Choi Youngjae #Youngjae Fluff #Youngjae fics #got7 #got7 youngjae #Otter #Cheonsa

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mermaidsneedwater · 3 years

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christmas with you | epilogue

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tag list: @yup-indecisive-girl-cece

A Holly Jolly Christmas

3 YEARS LATER…

“I can’t believe Joey has finally brought someone home for Christmas!” Dorine cheered excitedly, bringing down the plates from the cupboard. “Oh to think, all my babies are going to be married soon…”

“Don’t worry, we’ll all always be home for Christmas though.” Tammy smiled, helping bring the plates to the table.

“How did they meet again?” You asked, coming into the kitchen and heading to the counter. Tossing the salad in the bowl, you listened for the answer to your question.

“College, but they reconnected recently.” Grace informed you.

“How sweet.” You grinned. “I’ve never seen Joey like this, he must really like her.”

“It’s definitely serious.” Grace agreed. “Joey dates around but he never brings anyone home.”

“Okay, we’re ready!” Dorine said. “Just bring the salad to the table when you’re done Y/N.”

Dorine, Tammy and Grace left the kitchen to gather the rest of the family at the dinner table.

“Joey and I laid the table.” You heard Mark announced from the other room. He walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and planting a kiss on your cheek. “Hi baby. How are you feeling?”

“I’m good.” You turned around to peck him, before laughing. “But you don’t have to keep asking me how I’m feeling, I’m only 12 weeks.”

“I know but I just want to make sure you’re not over exerting yourself. It’s bad for the baby!”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you handed him the salad bowl that was now tossed. “Okay, okay. Can you take this bowl to the table?”

“Of course.” He smiled, feeling very helpful. Mark took the bowl from your hands and walked away to the table.

You and Mark had agreed not to mention anything to the family until you were past the first trimester. However with Raymond and Grace offering you a drink every other hour it was becoming increasingly more difficult to hide.

Sighing, you closed the kitchen light and walked to the dining table where everyone had gathered. Upon seeing you, Mark jumped out of his seat and pulled your chair for you. Smiling, you heard Raymond tap his knife to his glass to get everyone’s attention.

“Hi everyone.” He started, smiling. “I’d like to make a little toast.”

Everyone slowly quieted down, eager to hear the speech.

“I want to thank god for the food and amazing people gathered tonight. And I want to welcome Abby, the newbie this year.” Raymond smiled. “I can’t tell you how much I love having everyone together for the holidays… so without further ado, let’s eat!”

The family cheered as they began to dig into the spread of food laid out on the table.

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“So Abby,” Mark spoke up. “How did my meathead brother convince you to spend Christmas with us?”

Flustered, you watched as Joey’s girlfriend looked at Mark. “Oh- uh I was just in town and he messaged to meet up and the rest is history.”

“Ah, I see.” Mark laughed. “He’s not as smooth as he thinks he is.”

Grace chuckled at her brother’s remark before turning to you. “Want some wine Y/N? I think mom just opened up a Cabernet.”

“Oh no thank you,” you declined politely. “I’m good for now.”

“Don’t give your baby brother a hard time Mark,” Tammy winked. “You’re going to scare Abby off.”

“I’m surprised she hasn’t run off already.” Mark teased.

“You’re so funny Mark.” Joey rolled his eyes. “Speaking of running off... Don’t you remember Christmas three years ago?”

You bit back a laugh as you watched Mark frown. He was rather sensitive about the situation.

“What happened?” Abby asked curiously.

“Oh you don’t know?” Tammy perked up. “It’s a Tuan family folktale.”

“What?”

“Oh please Tammy.” You laughed. “I’d hardly call it that.”

“It was pretty wild Y/N.” Grace chimed in.

You heard Kylie, Leila and Bailey from the end of the table “It’s really funny!”

“I’d call it straight out of a hallmark Christmas Movie.” Dorine laughed.

“Okay, now I really want to know. What happened three years ago?” Abby turned to Joey.

“Mom had called Mark up asking him about his Christmas plans and who he would be spending the holiday with.” Joey recounted. “At the time Mark was busy, but they cancelled his schedule. It was a fanmeet or something right?”

“A concert.” Mark corrected.

“Anyway, he panicked because he’d lied and said he was seeing someone. So he did what any normal person would do...”

“He admitted that he lied?” Abby suggested.

“Nope! He managed to convince Y/N to fly here and be his fake girlfriend for the holidays.”

“What?!” Abby’s eyes widened. She then turned to you, “is that true?”

“Unfortunately.” You looked at Mark with a small smile.

“So then what happened?” Abby turned back to Joey.

“Well then they actually started to fall for each other… which by the way no one knew. We all just saw them acting like a couple and thought it was for real.”

“Not all of us!” Tammy interjected. “I had a sneaking suspicion that something was up.”

“Yeah right Tammy.” Mark scoffed. “Nobody had any idea, that’s how great we were at acting.”

He held up a hand for you to high five which you did.

“No! Y/N, didn’t I pull you aside and tell you?” Tammy turned to you.

“You didn’t tell me that you thought we were faking it.” You replied. “Just that you thought Mark loved me.”

Mark’s eyes widened. “She did?!”

You nodded with a chuckle.

“Okay anyway can I finish the story?” Joey asked.

“Yes please continue.” Raymond spoke between bites of his food.

“So they were fake dating and then they fell in love for real? Wow…” Abby said.

“You think that’s dramatic? Then Y/N’s ex showed up at our door!” Joey narrated. “A little backtrack to the story, Y/N had only agreed to come with Mark because she’d just broken up with her fiancé.”

“Oh shit! So he showed up?” Abby said, turning to you. “Then what happened?”

“Mark let her go. He let her leave with her fiancé and told us that she had some family emergency.” He continued. “Pretty stupid if you ask me.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the saying, if you love something then you should let it free, because if it really loves you it’ll come back?” Mark asked.

“Yes. And it’s a dumb saying.” Joey replied.

Mark rolled his eyes, letting out a huff. “I just wanted Y/N to be happy and I thought that it meant being with him.”

“Whatever bro.” His younger brother laughed.

“So that was it? Y/N just left?” Abby asked her boyfriend.

“Well… I’m not too sure about the details after that.” Joey admitted.

“I’ll tell you. I dumped the jerk for the second time in the car ride to his hotel. Then I made him drop me off somewhere and I stayed at a dumpy motel until my flight.” You recounted. “I didn’t come back here because I thought your brother didn’t like me and wanted to get rid of me.”

“You thought that?” Mark asked sadly, grabbing your hand.

“What else was I supposed to think?” You laughed. “You walked me straight out of your house and into the car with him.”

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed your hand.

“So then after moping around for a few days, mom and dad asked him what had really happened and Mark had to come clean.” Joey told Abby.

“Oh wow…” Abby trailed off, thinking about the story.

“Yeah, Mark had to chase Y/N at the airport and catch her before she got on the flight back.”

“You chased her at the airport?! That’s so romantic.” Abby sighed.

“Well, it was romantic once the security guards let go of him.” You smiled. “They were really trying to drag him out of there. I was afraid they thought he was a hijacker or something.”

“I had to do whatever it took to get to you before you left.” Mark said. “Anyway it paid off didn’t it? Now we’re married and about to have a baby.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Mark.

“Y/N IS PREGNANT?!” Dorine yelled across the table.

“Oh shit.” Mark cursed, frantic. “We weren’t really telling anyone yet since it’s so early.”

You watched as Dorine’s eyes welled with tears of happiness.

“It’s okay Mark.” You reassured him, looking around the table and smiling. “But yes, I found out a few weeks ago.”

“Oh my goodness I’m so happy!” Dorine cried. She stood up from her seat and hugged you. “This is the best Christmas present ever!”

“So that’s why you weren’t drinking.” Grace mused. “I was wondering why my wine buddy wasn’t having a glass tonight.”

You laughed at Grace, “I’m sorry, I’m going to be out of commission for the next 7 months.”

Pouting, she raised her wine glass “To Y/N and Mark. Merry Christmas!”

“To Y/N and Mark. Merry Christmas!” The table echoed back.

I hope you guys enjoyed this epilogue! I originally hadn’t planned one but I just thought this was a cute way to catch with the Tuan’s and tie the story up.

#got7 #Mark tuan #got7 mark #mark got7 #got7 christmas #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 drabbles #got7 fluff #got7 fics #got7 reactions #mnw works

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hotpinkhoshi · 4 years

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snowfall | holiday drabble

pairing: jackson x reader

word count: 915

genre: holiday, fluff, angst (with a happy ending!!!)

a/n: HAPPY HOLIDAYS, READERS! i’m so so happy i could summon enough inspiration (and time) to write this last night at work! i live for the holiday season and i was determined to write at least one piece to spread some christmas cheer. on a slightly unrelated note, thank you AGAIN for all your love recently regarding the pact! it means the world to me. now, enjoy this little drabble starring everyone’s favorite fendiman, jackson wang!

to ~get in the mood~ listen to this! (one i’ve been missing - little mix)

Snow is caught in your eyelashes as you stare up at the moon, bright and full. It’s not your first Christmas without Jackson, but that does nothing to ease the hurt.

You don’t even know what time zone he’s in now, how many hours of the day separate the two of you. All day, you’ve had bits and pieces of contact. A text here, a snapchat selfie there. You miss him so much it’s burning you up inside.

But every year he calls you, no matter where he is or what he’s doing, at midnight on Christmas Day. It’s the one tradition you’re able to keep despite his packed schedule. For three years, you have yet to spend a Christmas together.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you perch on the front stairs of your mother’s house. It’s snowing, and your jacket does little to protect you from the winter chill. But it’s 11:56, and you just barely managed to escape your family’s Christmas Eve party without an interrogation.

Your phone lights up with his call, and your heart soars.

“Hi, love,” you breathe, cheeks warming despite the frigid air.

“Hey, babe. Told you I wouldn’t forget.”

He’s tired, you can hear it in the cracks in his voice, but you still feel his love for you in every word.

“I never said you’d forget, I thought you’d fall asleep.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

This man is the best thing to happen to me, you think briefly. You crouch over yourself, hugging your knees and tucking the phone into your shoulder. The street is filled with cars, all neighbors and friends of your parents. Someone left their headlights on.

“How’s the party?” Jackson asks after a beat of silence.

You shrug. “It’s winding down. Mom’s wine drunk, Dad’s arguing football with the neighbor, Lana and Kevin are being obnoxiously adorable. Ugh, newlyweds.”

Jackson chuckles on the other end, his voice low and husky. “Oh come on, babe, when did you become one of those people?”

“One of what people?”

“The ‘ugh, couples’ people.”

You purse your lips together. The lonely, bitter side of you, the one you’d never allow to speak for you, responds silently, when my boyfriend left me all alone to have fun on an insane world tour. But you know it isn’t his fault; it’s his dream, and you’re ecstatic for him. He works himself to death, and yet you’ve never felt neglected. You just miss him.

“I don’t know. I get like this sometimes. Usually around the thirty day mark.”

You can practically hear Jackson worrying his lip on the other end. He feels guilty for his grueling schedule, the missed birthdays, the forgotten anniversaries. Though he rarely expresses it, you can read him like a book.

“I miss you,” he admits. He’s said it to you a million times, but it never feels less heavy on your chest. It’s a physical hollowness that you find hard to describe, but you know he feels it too. In some ways, it makes it easier to cope, knowing you aren’t alone in this specific sort of pain.

A tear slips down your cheek and you sniff, quick to wipe the droplet away. “Me too. I’m sorry I couldn’t fly to you, I have a big presentation on Monday-”

“Hey, hey, don’t apologize. I have my job, you have yours.”

“I know, I just-” you sniff again, “I hate being apart for the holidays. Everyone’s so happy, and all I want to do is see your face. Tell you I love you, squeeze you ‘til your ribs crack.”

His laughter is music to your ears. “Trust me, it’s mutual. But we’ll see each other soon, babe.”

You nod, using the sleeve of your jacket to wipe at your cheek again. “Yeah.”

“In fact…” Jackson starts, a familiar mischief in his tone. “Maybe sooner than you think.”

Lifting your head, your brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

Silence meets you on the other end of the line. On the street, the headlights on that stray car blink off. The door opens, and you feel your heart clench. It’s him, you know it before he even emerges from the backseat of the sleek black SUV.

You’re frozen to your spot on the step, afraid to let your hopes soar just in case… until you see his messy chestnut brown hair, sticking out from under a black beanie. He’s wearing his glasses, a long black duster coat and a red fair isle scarf.

Your phone is forgotten in the snow as you fly towards him. Heels clicking against the pavement until your body collides with his. It’s a mess of hair, tears, and snow as you embrace each other on the sidewalk.

“Jack…” you sob, arms wrapped around your boyfriend in a vice grip.

He strokes your hair as you cry against him. Nothing but happy tears, he knows. His own cheeks are wet, mixing with the melted snow. His ribs do feel close to cracking, but he’d rather die than let go of you right now.

Finally, you pull back, just enough to tip your chin up towards him. Even with your heels, he’s tall enough that you have to lean up towards him. Your lip juts out, quivering, and you know you’ve got your ugly cry face on now. Yet he looks at you like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, as the clock hits midnight.

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years

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5. Spiked eggnog

Fandom: GOT7

Sickie: Jaebeom

Caregiver: Jackson + Jinyoung

Jaebeom’s POV.:

The festive season was just starting up and so did the dinner parties with sponsors and potential investors who could possibly help in promoting GOT7 as well as my own music under the artist name Defsoul. For the sake of the bands popularity it was important to leave a lasting positive and professional impression. Over the next few weeks there were many formal dinners scheduled that GOT7 are going to attend, sometimes even a few per week. I had never really liked formal dinners, everyone was acting so uptight and the mood was often tense. As an artist looking for investors you were always walking on eggshells, afraid something you’d say would be taken the wrong way. My members often complimented me on how I charmed new investors during formal dinners, that’s why I was the leader, to speak for my group. They have no idea how nervous I always am until the business deal is settled and I’m not planning on letting the know either. The key was to drink with them but to only take tiny sips, so while they were tipsy enough to relax into the situation you’d keep your own head clear.

Right now, we were getting ready for another formal dinner. I could feel the tension settle over the maknaes of the group first. They were jokesters and I loved them for their childish teasing, however they were well aware of the importance of this dinner and were worrying to misstep despite trying hard to act professional. It’s not like I couldn’t relate to them, I was worried about misstepping too and I don’t think that will ever change no matter how often I practiced. The suits we wore looked good and most importantly professional, however they were nothing like the suits we wore during dance performances. They were thick and stiff, making moving uncomfortable. With our hair and make-up done I gathered my members for a moment, mostly to calm them down, not to threaten them into behaving, they knew to do that already. When I was done with my short speech, I took a deep breath to calm and mentally prepare myself.

At the restaurant we started making polite small talk, the first round of drinks already being served. Another thing I dislike about the holiday season, they always serve eggnog. Given I was not really into sweet stuff, you can guess how much I liked eggnog…. Correct, not at all. Masking my distaste towards the served beverage, I mirrored my table partner, raising the glass to my lips but only pretending to drink from it. Our conversation continued and as his glass slowly emptied, I had still not taken a single sip. For fear of causing suspicion, I started to take small sips to ensure my glass would be empty at some point too. When the appetizer was served, I made eye-contact with Bambam, giving him an encouraging smile, rightful so, as the woman opposite of him seemed to be taken in by his charm already. The tension was loosening, no wonder, while I was on my second drink, my conversation partner was on his fourth. We enjoyed our meal, paying extra attention to table manners, when at some point about half through my dish, my vision swam for a moment. I didn’t think much of it because after blinking my eyes a few times, everything went back to normal.

It happened again during the break between the main course and dessert, this time however, it didn’t just go away. When my head started spinning too, I excused myself politely and walked towards the restroom. As soon as I was out of sight from the table, I extended on arm to the wall for balance. I made it to the restroom, feeling unsteady on my feet. Having broken into a sweat, I unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt, fanning my flushed face with my hands. In an attempt to stop the dizzying spinning going on inside my head, I breathed deeply, holding onto the sink to not fall over. Apparently, I had lost track of time as I just stood there unable to move, not being in command over my own body anymore because Jackson walked in to check on me. He looked at me with his brows furrowed: “Everything alright, hyung? You look off.” Still panting, I just managed to shake my head slightly before my vision dipped sideways.

Jackson’s POV.:

Our leader had been gone for a while, so I decided to see what was taking him so long. I spotted him right when I opened the door, clutching the sink while swaying slightly. He looked rough, sweaty with a few buttons of his shirt open. His face was pale and clammy, eyes glassy and disoriented. I approached him asking if he was ok, though it was obvious he wasn’t. He shook his head before his knees gave out. Barely managing to grab him in time to keep him from hitting the tile, I gently lowered him to the ground. He wasn’t unconscious though, his eyes darting through the room, lips mumbling something incoherent. To say I was terrified would have been an understatement. I was unsure whether I was supposed to call an ambulance so I settled for calling our manager instead in hopes he’d know what to do. Though it felt like an eternity to me, I knew our manager actually arrived very soon while our leader lay spaced out across my legs. I described the situation I had walked in on when Jaebeom suddenly pushed off of the ground, dragging himself into an unoccupied stall, slouching over the toilet bowl. Being confused at first, I sprang into action hearing a harsh retch. I crouched behind my hyung, quickly gathering his long hair and keeping it out of his face. Cringing in sympathy, I placed my free arm across his chest to steady his dinner made a reappearance. Despite still sweating buckets, he had started to shiver while gagging helplessly.

“Jackson, I appreciate your concern for your leader but to me it looks like he just didn’t watch how much he was drinking. I’ll call a driver and guide you to the back door. If people hear about GOT7’s leader drinking way past his limits, that will leave a terrible impression, so I’ll make up an excuse like him being unwell and you take him home. Not sure he’ll need a scolding for his actions, the hangover tomorrow might already be enough”, the manager spoke up, disappointment evident in his voice before leaving the restroom. I was stunned because Jaebeom knew his limits and would never even go close to reaching them during formal events. Unsure if I had seen correctly, I took a closer look at his face watching a tear roll down his cheek before he tensed in my grip, heaving up another wave of his undigested meal. “Be honest with me hyung, you didn’t really drink anything, did you?”, I asked sternly, the tear having caught me off guard. He weakly shook his head, throwing up again as I watched on helplessly. He wasn’t drunk, so what was going on?

After spitting into the bowl one last time, Jaebeom attempted to rest his head on the toilet seat but I quickly pulled him back to lay against my chest. “What’s going on, hyung?”, I whispered. “I-I don’t know. I only had about one and a half glasses of eggnog. My vision got funny, everything was too hot and spinning. So I came here to pull myself together.”, he relied with his eyes closed, voice weak and raspy from throwing up. I frowned, moving my hand to his forehead, feeling the sweaty burning hot skin under my palm. We sat in silences till our manager came in again ushering us to a side exit. It took both of us to keep a dizzy Jaebeom on his feet and I could tell our manager was pissed, thinking the leader had just drank his head off. I was upset myself, being worried for my friend and seeing him judged for something he didn’t do. Luckily, the ride was short and though he was ghostly pale, Jaebeom managed to keep his stomach in place. Back at the dorm it was completely on me to drag him from the car to the correct floor. Passing by the bathroom on the way to his own room, he insisted to stay there instead and surely, he got sick again not soon after. I hung up our jackets and helped my hyung remove his sweaty and sticky shirt, handing him a soft cotton t-shirt in exchange, so he wouldn’t get too cold. When he just sat there not making a move to put it on, I took it again and carefully slipped it over his head, guiding his hands through the correct openings. He went back to dozing off with his head against the bathtub afterwards and I quickly changed into more comfortable myself, not wanting to let our sick leader alone for too long. I just settled for keeping a close eye on him, holding his hair back every time he jerked up and threw himself over the toilet again, throwing up.

A few hours later, the rest of our group returned and after changing into less stiff clothes, Jinyoung took over from me listening to my explanation of what had been going on from the moment I had found Jaebeom plus the few things he had told me about back at the restaurant.

~ the next morning~

Jinyoung’s POV.:

We had gotten home late last and I had taken the place of an exhausted looking Jackson to watch over our sick leader. At that point, none of us had had an idea of what was wrong. Now however, sitting in a chair close to Jaebeom’s bed, I read over a very apologetic message from our manager. Yes, at some point during the night I had managed to drag him to bed. Looking up from my phone, I found my hyung watching me. “Good morning, how do you feel”, I asked, relieved that he was awake and his eyes looked less glassy though he flinched as I spoke. “Headache?”, I whispered. “Yeah, what happened? I can’t remember anything from last night. Please, don’t tell my I got so drunk that I can’t remember. Did I mess things up? Did I….”, he started to panic and I was quick to sit down next to him, putting a hand on his chest. “Ssh, you didn’t mess anything up and you didn’t get drunk either, although that’s what our manager thought at first. He just texted me that he’s sorry for judging you like that and that they found out that your drink was spiked. That’s probably why you don’t remember. And before you asked, no you didn’t do anything scandalous. Jackson found you in the bathroom before it fully took effect, took you home and kept an eye on you till the rest of us came back and I switched with him. You don’t have to try to hard to remember, you were basically just switching between zoning out and throwing up, so no memories that’d be necessary to have”, I calmed him. “Hmm, explains stuff. Like, why I feel as if I got hit by a train”, he mumbled into his pillow. Scooting to one side of his bed, I lifted the blanket a bit, an invitation. “You look tired, the way I know you, you didn’t sleep”, he closed his eyes again and I slipped under the blanket. Cuddled up against my leader’s warm body, I quickly drifted off to sleep and we both napped till the late afternoon.

#sick fic #sickfic #fanfic #got7 #christmas #jb #im jaebeom #jackson wang #park jinyoung #whump #emeto

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transparentweepingstudent · 4 years

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Coming Home | Park Jinyoung

A Christmas present for @beomslut7 who told me she wants Jinyoung as a soulmate (and I wholly agree)! It’s really short and also super cringy but it’s been a while since I wrote soI hope you can let it slide. I haven’t been very active here but I hope this little drabble makes up for it!

As always, thanks to the loveliest @jinyoungmoans who is always so encouraging!

Fic warnings: just Jinyoung being whipped that's all

It’s cold. Jinyoung snuggles in further inside the blankets, seeking your warmth beside him. You had been working, it wasn’t so long since you had come to bed. He takes you in his arms, feeling you bury yourself in his chest, your breath tickling his collarbones.

“You awake?”, he asks.

“Hmm”, you open your eyes to peer up at him.

“Let’s stay in tomorrow”, he says, his hands combing through your hair. “I miss lazing around with you.”

He watches your face brighten, eyes reflecting the love he is sure you can see in his. Jinyoung craves you; your attention, your affection, your adoration. It had been far too long since he had your undivided attention and he was getting needy. You both had been busy, overcompensating at work to avoid being alone at home where the memories of the other one were too strong to ignore.

Jinyoung wanted to keep staring in your eyes. There was something so reassuring, so comforting about them, that they always managed to calm him down no matter how anxious he was. When he looked into your eyes, he knew right where he belonged. It was the one thing that was right in the sea of life’s uncertainties. His anchor in the storm.

“Or we could go to the beach”, he muses. You huff, eyes sparkling in amusement, nodding your head where it’s still nestled on his chest. Jinyoung can almost hear it, your catchphrase, the one you use every time he makes plans with you, “I’d go anywhere as long as it’s with you”. It’s corny and cheeky and always makes him snort in exasperation but (not so) secretly he loves it. And you both know this.

He can actually see it now, how your hair would blow in the sea breeze and how the sun would reflect off the bronze of your skin. He knows the Korean winters are too harsh for you, your tropical heart yearning for the warmth of the clear sky and Jinyoung, Jinyoung yearns to give you all that your heart desires.

He wants to walk barefoot on the sand, his fingers laced with yours, wants to feel the fond glances you throw his way when you think he isn’t looking. He wants to talk with you, wants to see the way your lips shape words as you speak, wants to share his deepest darkest desires with you, his dreams, his fears, his apprehensions, and see them all reflected in your eyes. Because your eyes, your eyes tell him how you don’t just listen to him, you feel, you love, you accept, you let him just be, and he never wants to let go of that feeling, the feeling of finally being at home.

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yugyummygot7reactions · 4 years

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The Naughty List

Pairing: JB x Reader Genre: Smut Word Count: 1189

“There!” JB said as he plugged in the last of the lights on the tree. You sat waiting on the couch for him to actually pay attention to something other than the Christmas decorations in his dorm. It was December 1 and he was acting like Christmas was tomorrow. He woke up before the sunrise and called you to help decorate the dorm while the rest of the guys were out for the day. When you got there you thought he was kidding about decorating. You thought it was code that he wanted you over for another reason since he emphasized on the phone that the guys would be out all day. You took off your long coat and he was so busy hanging garland that he never noticed your outfit. If he had he definitely wouldn’t still be decorating. You’ve been laying on the couch in your sexy Mrs. Claus outfit for almost 2 hours and he hasn’t looked away from the decorations long enough to even notice. “Jagi! Don’t you think the guys will be surprised that we got all of this done while they were out?” He asks as he turns around, finally noticing your red, revealing costume. You were so absorbed in your phone you didn’t see him come towards you. “What is this Jagiya?” he asks as he takes your phone away and runs his hand down the back of your waist pulling the string holding the top in place leaving the lingerie loose and your back fully exposed. The couch is large and can easily fit both of you lying down. He crawled up beside you and snaked his arm around you so his hand rested at the small of your waist. He pressed a kiss into your neck, hitting your tender spot immediately. JB ran his hands up and down your back, trying to keep your attention as you decided to pretend you didn’t care about what he was doing. He spent hours decorating and didn’t even notice you, he would need to work to get you out of this costume. “Someone’s being naughty.” JB smirked with his irresistible smile as he continued to kiss your neck and moved his hands lower towards your barely covered ass. He knew you well enough to know your games. He knew he had to work for this Christmas gift. “Y/N please,” he began to beg, “You don’t want to ruin the Christmas spirit by leaving Santa hanging.” He began pouting, “Santa might just have to keep you on the naughty list.” He responded in his ridiculous grandpa voice that he finds hilarious as he leaned in to kiss you and slide the hood of your Mrs. Claus lingerie over your head exposing your chest to the cold air. You finally comply and move your hands to his growing bulge. “Jagi, please,” he begged again, lifting his hips in an attempt to get more contact. You grin and lean down, catching his lips in a heated kiss. “Mrs. Claus will definitely be on the naughty list after she finishes with you, Mr. Claus.” You tease him as you nibble on his ear. “Come on baby,” he breathlessly moaned. JB was never above begging. He kissed you again and ran his hand inside of your velvet red panties. You let out a moan of pleasure, your pupils dilating. You planned on making him beg more, but he was hitting all the right spots. JB leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, gingerly sucking and using his tongue to harden them as he rubs you sweetly with his hand. You take his face in your hands and pull him up for a passionate kiss. JB continues kissing down your now exposed body, biting sweetly on your nipples before continuing further down and taking his hand out from your heat and licking his fingers. “Jagiya,” He said as he licked his lips, “You taste like Christmas.” He smiled at his cheesy line and slowly slides off the rest of your lingerie and stripped down to just his boxers. He spread your legs and began adding nips and licks to the inside of your thighs. JB knew just how to touch you. He nibbles lightly on your clit before going back to just licking. “JB...please…,” You gasp, bucking your hips. He looks up at you. “Please what? Make you cum? I don’t know if you’ve been good enough to receive that kind of gift from Santa, especially since Christmas is still weeks away.” The tables had now turned. What was supposed to be his punishment was now yours. Before he could even smirk at you, you push him over and gain control, quickly pulling off his boxers and putting your mouth around his member, licking him like a candy cane. “Oh Y/N!” He moaned as you continued to please him. Just as his breathing was becoming erratic you stopped and just looked at him. His punishment for making you wait. “Jagiya!” he pleaded. “I guess I’m on the naughty list this year.” You shrugged and went to get off the couch. JB grabbed your arm and kissed you possessively. He wasn’t going to let you go. He slid a finger inside of you slowly, thrusting for a bit before returning to rubbing, then doing it again with two fingers, and rubbing again, and finally three fingers. He kept thrusting with the three fingers before pulling out. You let out a loud gasp and arch your back. You lean up from the couch, kissing him, exploring his mouth with your tongue. He kisses back as you run your hands over his rock-hard member. JB shudders and removes your hands before aligning himself with your entrance and thrusting hard into you. You let out a loud moan, even with such a little touch you were on the verge of cumming. JB took your nipple into his mouth again and as he grazed your nipple with his teeth as he gripped your throat, cutting off just enough air to heighten your climax. You both came, pleasure overwhelming both of you in an instant. You lay on the couch entangled in each other’s arms coming down from your high. As you were calming down you heard the door unlock. “Shit!” JB yelled. “I thought you said they’d be out all day!” You yell back at him as he throws you his oversized shirt and scrambles to find his boxers and pants. You both get covered just in time for the guys to walk into the main part of the dorm. “Hyung this looks amazing!” Yugyeom says as he looks around at all of the decorations. Jackson walks over to the tree and grabs something off of the bottom branch. “This is a new ornament.” He laughs as he holds up your Mrs. Claus lingerie by the fuzzy hood as the rest of the guys laugh. “Looks like hyung got his gift early this year!” BamBam laughed. “So is she on the naughty or nice list Hyung?” Mark snarkily asks as he dances around with your outfit making your face match the color of the costume. This was going to be a long Christmas season with the guys of Got7.

#this smut is trash #I am so sorry #reposted fic #jb #jaebeom #jaebum #got7 #smut #yugyummygot7reactions #not requested #christmas

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chwetuan · 5 years

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The Nightmare Before Christmas - Jackson

A/N - day 2!! we’re going strong kids!! -Z

It started with red wine. A precious bottle that your father had gotten you and Jackson for your last anniversary. An unopened treasure. It also started with a white dress. Simple straps and a slit on the side. A truly beautiful dress. And then it ended with a deep, stain—blood red, on your angel’s attire. Christmas Eve had certainly been an occasion, indeed. Jackson had been fidgeting with the ring in his back pocket for approximately 4 hours. He calculated, that sometime within the next half an hour to forty-five minutes, he’d be able to get on one knee and ask you to make him the happiest man alive.

To become Mrs.Wang.

However, as Jackson stood on your balcony, wide sliding glass doors slipped open, Michael Bublé humming across your living room and kitchen, he suddenly realized that perhaps, Christmas Eve was not the right day to make such a proposition. To be frank, things in the house were a bit of a mess. Not the house itself, but the people within it. His nieces and nephews had gone rampant—absolutely rampant, running in the halls and chasing each other around the dining room table, successfully knocking down one of your favorite flower vases. Dirt got everywhere, and Jackson’s brother was desperately trying to clean it up. He knew his brother’s plans, and the last thing he wanted to do was somehow mess them up. On the other hand, his cousins? Arguing with your parents over their less-than-attractive political opinions. There would never be another happy family reunion in the foreseeable future, for sure. Easter? Out of the question.

Next up - his parents. Sitting on the sofa and gossiping about how misbehaved the children were. Your aunt overheard, and from then, they’ve been in a heated debate about how she had no maternal instinct. Lastly, but certainly not least - His friends. They had done many things. Bambam, a couple glasses of wine in, had decided that your sister was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and that he most definitely must get her phone number. Yugyeom and Jinyoung had been desperately trying to locate Mark’s car keys as he held his near-screaming daughter in his lap, damn near cursing out the pair. “We’ll just pop out quickly to get another bottle!” Jinyoung had said, watching as Mark begrudgingly handed his keys over. Mimi, his daughter had been fine for the first half of the evening, but it was far past her bedtime, and she was far ready to go. Youngjae had been in the hallway for the past twenty-minutes, crying and trying to call his ex-girlfriend while Jaebum tried to talk him down. It was then, at that moment, Jackson mused to himself, a large gulp of red wine later, that everything was going wrong because of him. His friends, and his family. He felt your hand run up his back and rest on his shoulder. “Hm?” He sounded, placing his glass on the ledge and turning to face you, hands finding your waist. “Jacks,” You started, cut off by a particularly loud curse in the living room. “This is a fucking disaster.” He laughed, drawing you closer to him, “I know. It is every single year.” You sigh, resting your head on his chest and sucking in a large breath. You were vaguely aware of more people coming out onto the balcony, the giggles of children's mischief becoming louder and louder.

Turning to them, “Hey, your dad says-“ Jackson began, but his words die in your memory, and in the moment. Everything happened quickly. A solid shove from his nephews play fighting successfully shifted you and Jackson, and before you knew it, his glass that was on the ledge tipped and perfectly painted the skirt of your dress. And then the ring box clattered onto the pavement. It took you a few moments to register what had happened before everyone came crowding closer to the door, raucous finally beginning to die down and tense silence settling in the air. “That’s why you teach children not to run in the house!” Smarted Jackson’s mother from the sideline. After getting your bearings, you frowned in irritation at your nephews, the crowd, and the brand new stain on your dress.

You were just about to open your mouth when your eyes took notice of Jackson trying to sneakily pick the box off of the floor. “Jackson?” Red-handed, and red-faced, Jackson froze. “Is that...” you began to ask, voice trailing off. “Oh, what’s the use?” He swore, straightening up and turning to your guests. “You guys really do find new ways to make things difficult every year.” Your brows were still furrowed, confusion taking over irritation, as Jackson stepped forward, opening the box and grabbing your hand. A pretty, golden, sparkling ring. He didn’t get on one knee. He didn’t even get the chance to fully ask the question, “Will you-“ A loud gasp escaped your lips and you practically pounced on him, excitement and nerves bubbling in your system, a loud, obvious ‘yes’ falling from your lips. “Oh my god, Jackson, of course I will.” It was then, a soft kiss under the moonlight and glow of the fairy lights that Jackson would conclude that no other Christmas Eve would be the same as this one. Shortly after, fireworks sounding in the distance.

“Merry Christmas..” 2/11

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nyongsimp · 2 years

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Christmas Eve

pjy x female reader

word count: 1.8k

genre: established relationship, married couple, christmas fluff

warnings: just very domestic life with jinyoung. also, the man just got a few days off and wants to make the most of it.

mature content: no

summary: it's christmas eve, and there wouldn't be other place you wanted to be nor other person you'd rather spend it with.

Stretching your arms you welcomed the new day and the cold sensation. If you remembered correctly, the forecast said there would be some snow today. Slowly you opened one eye, the light being too much to handle and smiled at the moment your husband's hand pulled you by your waist, his shirtless skin making contact with your clothed back. Jinyoung groaned as soon as you placed a kiss on his shoulder.

"Good morning to you too," you said, kissing his jawline.

He made a muffled sound before snuggling closer to you and placed his head on the crook of your neck, kissing softly the warm skin.

It was the day before Christmas, which meant that he had some days off to spend the holidays with his loved ones, so tonight it would be just the two of you and tomorrow you will go visit your in-laws. And before that happened you needed to know which dessert would be best to do.

Yesterday you spent the evening catching up with the boys, Mark even did a video call and promised that he'll come visit as soon as his wife and lovely newborn were ready to, Jackson and Jinyoung were completely absorbed by the baby. At the moment Mark introduced you to his baby, Jinyoung's eyes lit up. You knew how much Jinyoung wanted his own little human, and that they would look like you, to which you hoped that your baby had his big brown eyes, pretty nose and cute ears.

"Let's stay like this," his voice was deeper and raspy from just waking up.

"Jinyoung," you knew you couldn't but this felt so nice, and was so weird to happen with your husband's hectic schedule, "you know we can't, love."

You felt him pout in your neck, and your heart skipped a beat. He knew you were weak when he pouted, and even if you would love to spend the rest of the day laying in bed with him, you still have to get some things done before dinner time.

As if Jinyoung knew what you were thinking, his other arm surrounded you and after a little shifting, your legs were entangled, your head was on his chest and one of his hands was caressing your thigh in circles. You suspired, he was making sure you wouldn't leave.

He pressed you closer against him and kissed the top of your head, "c'mon, we can sleep for a little more, it's barely 9AM," you smiled.

"Okay, a little more," and with that, and between his arms, you fell asleep again.

The sound the windows were doing woke you up to a dark house, not even the lamp in your nightstand was on. Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows in his sleep, his back turned to you, so you gave him a kiss on his shoulder blade before making sure he wasn't cold. You grabbed some joggers and one of Jinyoung's favorite hoodies, then stepped out of the bedroom to find the windows covered by snow.

You immediately went to check the thermostat and smiled when you saw it was still working. The blackout ended as the fridge started working again and the Christmas tree lights were shining again.

Walking to the small kitchen, you turned the stove on and put some water for coffee. You looked at the clock near the stove and knew that Jinyoung achieved what he wanted. Placing a pot on the stove you started to make some beef broth by chopping some veggies, starting the rice cooker and adding the beef to the water.

The soft sound of sleepy steps let you know that Jinyoung was now awake, "what are you doing, baby?" he hugged you by your middle and hid his face on your neck, placing another kiss.

"Just making some food. The water for coffee is in the coffee pot, it's almost ready."

"Aren't you cold?" he knew your hands got cold easily, but that didn't stop him from worrying every time you were a little bit cold.

You said no by moving your head, then he gave you a peck on the cheek and started making coffee for the two of you.

The plan you had in mind for tonight was behind schedule thanks to your lovely husband, so now instead of a fully home-cooked dinner he would go out and find a way to get a little turkey to be the main dish and to find a good dessert for tonight and tomorrow.

After more than an hour, the broth was ready and you were finally having some food. Jinyoung decided it was a good idea to watch a movie while you ate, so now you were at the small living watching The Grinch. This kind of scenery could be seen every once in a while, when your husband had a free day, both of you cuddling or eating while watching anything you had the mood to watch.

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Once the movie ended you instructed him the errands he had to run, and Jinyoung being the big baby he was, he pouted and kissed you until he thought you had forgotten about it.

"Nyongs, come on, we won't have a proper dinner other way."

"I'd rather have someone for dinner," you knew what he meant, and you knew what happened last time. He kissed you deeply this time.

You broke the kiss and whispered to his lips, "if you don't go, you'll be on Santa's naughty list and won't have your gift," you gave him a peck on his lips and stood up back to the kitchen.

He hurried behind you and sat you on the island of the kitchen, making his way between your legs, "and what if I open my gift now?" his hands went under his hoodie and the shirt you used to sleep, touching your stomach warm skin.

"Then you won't let your gift be wrapped properly," you spanked his ass and popped down from the countertop.

That one sentence was enough. He went back to the room and changed his clothes to warmer ones, and once he took his car's keys from the bookshelf he went out to buy dinner, leaving you alone to make some mashed potatoes, salad and spaghetti.

You knew that because today was Christmas Eve, Jinyoung wouldn't come back until it was almost time for dinner as he left around 5PM. Being finished with the salad and mid-way with the potatoes and spaghetti, you decided it was time to wrap his gift, something you had been hiding with your pads: a pregnancy test. Ever since you started being more sensitive to odors and food, you knew you were pregnant and yesterday before meeting the guys you confirmed it.

You took the test out of the box and placed it in a different one that was already decorated and after closing it you placed it below the tree. That wasn't the only gift hinting at your pregnancy, Youngjae's fianceé had helped you buy baby shoes and clothes, all of them in boxes of different sizes. She was the first one to know only because she found you crying tears of joy in the bathroom, and she swore she wouldn't tell anybody until Jinyoung knew.

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"Honeeeey, I'm home!" Jinyoung announced, making you nervous. What if this wasn't the best way to tell him?

"I'm in the dining room!" you said loudly, Jinyoung coming to kiss your hair.

You finished setting the table, it smelled amazing, "I bought that peach dessert you seem so fond of lately, and for tomorrow there's a strawberry cake on the fridge," he said, kissing your hand.

You ate, talking about last night's get-together with your friends, how amazing it was that after almost 20 years of knowing each other and working together they still are best friends and updated in everyone's life. It was a beautiful bond, you had to admit, there were a few of those nowadays.

Accidentally, you let him know how nervous you were to meet your in-laws tomorrow. His parents and sisters were some of the nicest people you could ever meet, but after marrying him two years ago, you hadn't met them that often, it wasn't that easy with Jinyoung's schedule and your own work schedule.

"They love you, don't worry about it, they know we are busy most of the time with everything we do for the agency. Besides, mom told me you talk quite often," he smiled at you.

He was right, you had a good relationship with his mother, even with his sisters who often asked you to go shopping. You could only hope they will be joyful to welcome a new family member, and for Mirae not to be jealous of the new baby as they would steal his favorite uncle's attention from her to his baby.

Jinyoung brought the dessert and cut a slice for you, and at the moment you tasted it you were glad that your husband was so attentive. Once you finished eating dinner, you went back to the living, "can I open my gift now?" Jinyoung said, kissing your neck and toying with your dress's sleeve.

You hurried to escape from his embrace, as it was too dangerous, "yes," you grabbed the smallest box and saw his grin, "open it."

His eyes darkened, "I think I'm gonna love this gift," you nodded. Jinyoung's hands opened the box and looked at its content, his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed, trying to understand what was happening.

"I'm gonna open one of mine, too," you could feel your heart pounding in your ears. Grabbing a box a bit bigger, you faced him and opened it, revealing the pair of baby shoes.

Jinyoung looked at his box, then at the baby shoes to finally meet your face, his eyes shining with tears. "A-are you…?" his eyes were now on your belly, you placed the box you were holding on the coffee table and grabbed another, revealing a baby shirt.

You nodded, "I'm pregnant."

He dropped the box and hurried to hug you, you could feel his smile and the tears falling on your shoulder. You hugged him back, mimicking his tears. Jinyoung lifted his face and kissed you, "WE ARE GOING TO BE PARENTS," his voice full of joy, "I'M GONNA BE A DAD."

Lifting you from the ground, he kissed you deeply once again, "I love you so much." He placed you back on the ground and gave you a lot of kisses on your belly before he went to grab his phone. The next thing you knew, you were seeing the rest of the boys on Jinyoung's phone screen.

"Hi guys, we have some news," you said, Jinyoung barely holding his excitement.

"Well, you are already married," Bambam said, "there's only-"

Jinyoung cut him off, "Bambam, shut up," and the blue-haired boy complied. After that the only thing you heard him say was:

WE ARE HAVING A BABYYYY!

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blizzardfluffykpop · 3 years

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12 days of Winter Year #5

Tis the season to fall in love again with various kpop idols, I hope you enjoy this year’s edition. [And that this year has treated you well].

Groups you can request for: GOT7, SEVENTEEN, MONSTA X, and PENTAGON.

To request, pick a prompt and a member from one of the above groups, and a specific reader you want it for (if not specified, I’ll make it gender neutral). Also, I do not write smut.

This will start December 13th and will be updated every day-- finished "22nd". The ones that are striked through were ones I could not get to this year.

[I’m narrowing down the prompts and the groups I’m writing for this year. I’m sorry but I hope you guys can still enjoy it! Although I am willing to write some more fics for this; if you come up with the prompt ofc.]

Please request!!

“It was the last thing I wrapped.”

“Only you would get stuck in one foot of snow,...” Heavy sigh of, “I’ll be there in a minute”

“You’ve never been kissed under mistletoe? Well, we got to change that.”

Making gingerbread houses (and failing miserably).

Renting a log cabin with your best friends [Group] and crush/lover.

“I thought it was a Christmas dress up party,...”

“Okay. So,... I may have told my parents that we were dating so you could come over for the holidays--.”

“What’s your Christmas wish?” “For you to be mine.”

Dancing together as snow falls around you two.

“No way! You’re going to meet your soulmate on Christmas?!”

“Would you go to the Winter Gala with me?”

Make your own prompt!

#12 days of winter #year 5 #winter/christmas prompts #christmas prompts #winter prompts #got7 #seventeen #pentagon #kpop x reader #fanfic #please request #kpop christmas #kpop fluff #kpop christmas prompts #always check to see which blog you are posting to-- had to redo this post cause i didn't pay attention... ugh #also i can't believe i've been doing this for 5+ years it feels like just yesterday i was writing fics for the first year #kpop fanfic #kpop fics #possibly kpop angst not sure tho yet #winter #the faster these are requested the more likely that i will write more winter/christmas fics that listed #so please request and i hope your holidays celebrations are amazing :)#12 days of winter year 5 #12 days of christmas #i got sick so this won't be finished this year so i'm posting the masterlist i have for this year #sorry about this guys but i hope you still were able to enjoy it :)

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markie-girl · 5 years

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Merry Christmas 🎄🎅🎁🎉🎊 메리 크리스마스 🎄🎅🎁🎉🎊

Hope you weren't naughty this year 😉

❤💛💚💙💜

#fanfic #got7 #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 jb #got7 jinyoung #got7 mark #got7 youngjae #got7 yugyeom #igot7 #kpop #kpop fic #merry christmas #happy holidays #메리크리스마스

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got7-texts · 6 years

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Mark 21 + 6

21 - Spending a holiday together

6 - “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’sstill up for debate.”

“Look, look, look!”you exclaimed at Mark through your scarf.

You closed the door tothe apartment behind you, so as to not let the cold air come in and kicked offyour snowy boots. Mark, who was currently laying on the couch typing away athis laptop, looked up at you and smiled as he stood up to greet you.

“Hey babe,” he said,walking over and giving you a kiss on the cheek. “Must be cold outside, you’refreezing,” he chuckled, taking one of your hands in his own and rubbing itgently. You quickly shooed him away excitedly as you lifted up the box in yourhand.

“Never mind that, I beargifts!” you squealed happily. Mark grinned once more and sat down at the table.

“Is that from yourmom?” he asked, watching you unpack the box and pull out the many layers ofpackaging.

“Better! My grandma!”you replied, bouncing happily as you tore the box open as fast as you could. “Sincewe’re spending Christmas here, she decided to mail them to me this year!” youadded. Mark chuckled and raised his eyebrow.

“Them? You alreadyknow what the gift is?” he asked, leaning his chin on the back of the chair.You finally got to the bottom of the box and Mark watched you pull out two packagesthat were small.

“Oh my god, Mark!” youcried, rushing over and pulling him out of his chair with fervor. “She made onefor you too!”

“One of what?” Markasked as you pushed one of the packages into his arms before ripping thepackage in your own hands wide open.

As the ribbon fell tothe floor, you pulled out the cloth from within and sighed happily at thelarge, homemade, woolen sweater in your hands. It was a deep shade of purpleand you held it to your face as you felt the soft fabric. As you pulled it backyou saw your own initial embroidered into the top left side of the sweater rightwhere a pocket would have been.

“Babe, is that asweater? Did your grandma make that?” Mark asked, his eyes wide as he lookedover the sweater you were currently fawning over. “It looks like something youwould buy at the store!”

When you finallypulled your gaze away you nodded at him and gave him a grin.

“Yea, she makes themfor me every year! Open yours!” you said, eagerly as you watched him begin topull and prod at the package. When he finally got it open he held it up and youimmediately burst into laughter.

Unlike your smooth, fauxdesigner sweater, Mark’s sweater was a multicolored stitched sweater that hadmultiple holes in multiple areas. You couldn’t stop laughing as he held it up,his face betraying the confusion he felt.

“Uh…wait…what?” heasked, letting a nervous smile come to his lips. When you stopped laughing longenough to gasp for air, you brushed away your fake tears and sighed.

“My grandma didn’tmake that, my younger cousin did! She said that she was starting to learn tostitch so she probably wanted to make yours!” you cried, laughing once more.Mark paused for a second before huffing at you with feigned anger.

“Well I think it’sbetter than yours!” he said, jokingly as he attempted to put it on. The top holein the sweater was barely large enough for his head to fit through and gettinghis arms into the correct areas was even more challenging, but after a fewmoments of flailing on his part and roaring laughter on your part, he wasfinally wearing the sweater.

“See?” he said,nodding with a grin. “It’s not so bad…a bit itchy…but not bad.”

You bit your lip andnodded, keeping calm for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter again.Mark stood there with a grin, raising his eyebrows and waiting for you to stop.

“O-okay,” you saidbetween gasps of air. “Now what do you say we go take pictures?”

“Absolutely not,” hesaid, laughing and beginning to take the sweater off.

“Awwww, come on! Forme?” you pouted, making your eyes big. “You know you love me!”

“Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you right now? That’s still upfor debate.”

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hoodiejaebum · 6 years

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Warmth

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: Christmas Fluff

Word Count: 882

Prompt: Number 4 from this drabble list.

A/N: This was so fun to write. I love Christmas fluff. Enjoy, babes! Masterlist is here, as always, and requests are open!

Jackson came out of the kitchen, where his mom was prepping the ham for the morning. It was the last thing she had left to do, and she’d sent you and Jackson into the living room to be alone. You and Sophia had been in her kitchen all day, making pies and candy and dip for Christmas with his entire family. You smiled fondly at him and he pulled you against his fragrant chest.

He pulled back, pecked you on the lips and smiled down at you. “We have to take the bed in my old room.”

“Guess that means you have to give me an official tour?” you beamed. Jackson had been so hesitant to show you his room. The whole place hadn’t been touched since he’d moved to Korea to be a trainee, and you knew that was around seven years, at least. He’d been sixteen and-- like every other teenage boy-- had been obsessed with the Avengers and comic books.

He nodded sulkily, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “Guess that’s what that means.”

You smiled up at him and he pecked you gently, then took you by the hand and led you down the hall.

You couldn’t hide your excitement as the door was opened. Posters littered his walls, ones of Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow and Chris Evans as Captain America among the most prominent ones. You stifled a giggle as you stepped into the room to look at all the stuff on his shelves. Trophies from his fencing days stood proud and polished in a glass case mounted on the far left wall, and pictures of Jackson shaking hands with his coach and of him in action were placed carefully between them. Your eyes landed on his bed as he plopped down on the edge of it.

“Do you still like me?” he giggled. His cheeks were flushed and you couldn’t help but notice that his bedspread was a Spiderman one, complete with a pillow sham.

You shook your head sarcastically. “Nope. I’m leaving you right now. You’re the biggest nerd I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving.” You spun around to face him, and launched yourself onto his bed from where you stood. You realized about halfway through the jump that you hadn’t aimed correctly, and your face collided with his chest when you landed. You both burst into a fit of giggles as he caught you, rolling onto his side.

“There is no way we’re both fitting on this bed. What size is it anyway, a twin?” you laughed. He smiled at you like little kid in a candy store, and your heart fluttered at the way his face lit up.

“Yeah,” he giggled, that flush creeping back to cover his perfect features. “I haven’t updated it since I moved out. We’ll figure it out, though. Let’s go watch a movie with Mama and Papa. Didn’t you tell me you’d never seen Christmas Shoes?”

You and Jackson walked into the living room to see his parents huddled around the tree, pulling four silver-wrapped boxes from underneath it. His mom’s face was illuminated by the warm light radiating from the tree, and you got a warm feeling in your chest as she handed you one of them.

“This one’s for you, Y/N. Merry Christmas,” she said softly. Jackson’s hand tightened around yours, then let go as his dad handed him an identical box. Sophia pulled you into a tight embrace, tighter than you thought she had the strength for. The warmth in your chest slowly spread through your body as she rocked the two of you side to side gently.

“Merry Christmas, Mom,” you said.

You stole a glance at Jackson, who was practically in tears in his dad’s embrace. Ruiji had his arms around your boyfriend, pulling him to his chest. “Merry Christmas, bub. I’m sorry there aren’t as many as other years. I’ve hardly been home to shop. It’s just been such a busy year…”

Tears threatened in your own eyes, and you saw Jackson’s lip tremble.

“Dad. It’s not a big deal. You know I don’t care about gifts. All I care about is the fact that you’re home.” He dissolved into sobs, and your own chest heaved against Sophia’s.

“We’re just glad you guys are home,” she said, then released you.

“Yeah,” Ruiji said, freeing Jackson from his own embrace, a hand wiping away the tears that had collected on his son’s face.

“Let’s open these gifts,” you said, and sat down on the floor in front of the tree. Jackson followed suit, and so did his parents. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I think it’s pajamas,” he whispered.

“I guess we’ll find out,” you said, and pushed him over into his dad’s lap. Jackson collapsed into a fit of giggles, and you couldn’t help but laugh yourself as you opened your gift.

Sure as hell, it was a pajama set that fit just right, exactly how the Wang family fit into your life. Warmth spread through your chest as you hugged both his parents, then settled in to watch Christmas Shoes with your boyfriend and his family. The warmth stayed there, nestled in your chest. You’d never had a more perfect Christmas.

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