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poketcg-art · 1 year
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kimkaelyn · 6 months
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It’s Christmas season!!!!
🎄🎄🎄
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I hate working fast food not only do I need to deal with hungry members of the public but I have to listen to blown out jazzy versions of sleigh ride for the entire month of december
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big-mffin · 1 year
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I love you christmastime, I love you santa hats, I love you cookies out the oven, I love you mistletoes in places they shouldnt be, I love you fireplaces and cocoa with marshmallows, I love you tfw she gifts bondage straps laced with lights and sleigh bells, I love you you can only nod in response with twinkles in both your eyes, I love you now shes giddily restricting you to a cervine pose and you can't stop shaking and the bells wont stop jingling, I love you shes licking her lips and checking you twice gonna find out if you've been naughty or well... naughty~, I love you you're squirming and her fingers are working you open and she even made sure the lube is nice and warm how sweet~, I love you getting pegged doggystyle while being trained: she yanks the leash and says 'Come now, little reindeer... Giddyup~'
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chrollosbm · 5 months
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Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)
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hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.
domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo
female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so
warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo
i'm on ao3, pls support me there too!
wc: 1500+
“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.” 
The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.
You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.
If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.
You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.
Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no? 
You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force. 
Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place. 
“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.
“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response. 
Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.
Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.
He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock. 
As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good. 
His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed. 
“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.
His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.
Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.
His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.
“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?
She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.
Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself. 
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robobarbie · 4 months
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Will you ever reveal the real names of the characters in blooming panic?
JUST HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOO
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krizaland · 6 months
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All I want for Christmas is you (Macaque x Reader)
So I heard this song and this short was born!
A furious blizzard howled outside Macaque’s dojo.
The wind made he dojo creak and crack with every blow.
Macaque simply let out a sigh as he glared out the window.
All he could see was snow violently pounding against the window.
Nevertheless his mind wandered to think of you.
Your warm smile, your lovely eyes, even your adorable laugh was enough to fill Macaque with butterflies.
All he wanted was to have you by his side; to listen to your heartbeat as you slept in his arms.
He wanted to taste your lips and drown in your scent.
He wanted you all to himself.
And yet… Life was always cruel to him.
Everyone he’s ever cared about left him to die.
The last thing he needed was you leaving him over his dumb feelings.
Thus, Macaque decided to put his heart in the fridge and keep his feelings secret.
But that didn’t stop him from yearning for you.
Oh no. If anything, the longer he kept his feelings bottled up, the more he craved you.
Your love, your attention, your everything.
To make matters worse, Macaque had noticed you hanging out with someone new today.
The mere thought of you being with anyone other than him made him want to rip out his own heart.
“Y/N…Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Macaque grunted as he dramatically turned away from the window.
“I don't want a lot for Christmas, There is just one thing I need…” Macaque folded his hands behind his back as he sauntered away from the window.
“I don't care about the presents, underneath the Christmas tree…” Macaque ominously walked towards his weapons rack.
“I just want you for my own-”-Macaque gently picked up a framed picture of you-“-More than you could ever know…”
“Make my wish come true…All I want for Christmas is…”
Macaque’s grip on the frame tightened.
“You!”
BAM!
Macaque punched the wall, causing the dojo to rattle a bit.
“Oh baby!”
Macaque slowly drug his hand down the wall.
“I won't ask for much this Christmas.
I won't even wish for snow!” Macaque stormed onward, dramatically flipping his cape behind him and throwing your photo to the floor .
“I'm just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe!” A pained chuckle escaped his throat.
“I won't make a list and send it to the North Pole for Saint Nick!” Macaque looked through the various weapons hanging from the rack.
“I won't even stay awake to hear those magic reindeer click!”
CLANG!
Macaque angrily pushed over his weapons rack.
“I just want you here tonight…Holding on to me so tight…” Macaque fell to his knees and slammed his hands down.
“What more can I do-” -A few tears trickled down his cheeks- “-All I want for Christmas is you…”
“None of the lights are shining brightly anywhere…”
Macaque looked down at your photo.
“And the sound of children's crying fills the air…” His hands shook as he carefully picked it up.
“And no one is singing-” Macaque’s voice cracked- “-I don’t hear sleigh bells ringing…”
“Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need?!” Macaque rose to his feet, “Won't you please bring my baby to me?!
“I don't want a lot for Christmas! This is all I'm asking for-”- Macaque held up your photo- “-I just wanna see my baby standing right outside my door!”
“I just want you for my own!” Macaque shook your photo, “More than you could ever know!”
“Make my wish come true! All I want for Christmas is…”
Macaque threw back his head and cried out,
“YOU!!”
Macaque’s voice echoed throughout the dojo.
“All I want for Christmas is you…”
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avatar-anna · 1 year
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A Nice Surprise
so...no one asked for this, but i'm in a domestic!harry mood
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“Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin,’ in the lane, snow is glistenin,’ a beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight…” Y/n hummed along to the song that had been playing on the radio just seconds ago in her car. She always found Christmas carols ironic, seeing as most of them were about white Christmases, winter wonderlands, and the joys of cold weather when it was barely cold enough to see your breath outside in Los Angeles. Winter wonderland or mornings out on the water to surf, she thought the songs were catchy and did a pretty good job of getting her into the Christmas spirit.
Unlocking the front door of her house, Y/n stepped inside and hung her keys up on the hook on the wall. After work, she’d gone out to buy gifts for her family. She had a list of everything she needed to get in her purse, and happily scratched off each one when she found it. Y/n didn’t usually like shopping for herself, but there was something satisfying about knowing exactly what a family member wanted and going out to find it. And now that she had a daughter, she couldn’t help but feel smug as she picked up the last doll in the store that all the other moms wanted to purchase for their daughters as well.
Speaking of daughters, she looked down at her belly. Y/n was barely showing, and she still feared that something would go horribly wrong. Even with all the modern advancements in medicine, pregnancy and giving birth could still be so traumatic. Not to mention that this time around she would be having twins. The news was certainly cause for celebration, but Y/n would always worry, would always think about possible outcomes until Harry distracted her.
Her doctor told her everything looked perfect at her last appointment, and Harry consistently told her not to worry, so she tried to be positive, which was easy when her two daughters were around. The thing that kept her mind at bay the most was cuddling Harry and Simone, her oldest, on the couch and watching a movie while baby Colette slept soundly against her chest, and maybe taking a walk along the beach, too. Though after being on her feet all day, Y/n felt like skipping the walk and settling for just watching the sunset from the deck chairs on their back patio. Sometimes Y/n wondered if she and Harry were even ready for one new baby let alone two, but those thoughts were fleeting, and it was easy to let them go when Harry was more than excited about her having twins.
As Y/n walked through the house, she realized Simone didn’t seem to be home. She, along with the two dogs, was always the first person to greet her when Y/n came home, but she only got the two dogs today. Curiously, she walked further into the house after sufficiently petting her dogs. At the faint sound of music and finding little candles leading upstairs, Y/n really began to wonder what the hell was going on. Following the candles all the way to the door of her bedroom that was slightly ajar, she tentatively walked inside.
“Harry! What the hell are you wearing?”
Nothing. He wasn’t wearing anything, the only thing keeping him looking decent being a small Christmas gift that left very little to the imagination. Y/n had turned around when she saw him, her cheeks flaming red. She had been ready for a relaxing night huddled up on the couch with her daughters and husband, and now it seemed Harry had very different plans for tonight.
She could practically hear his grin as he spoke. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked before. How do you think you wound up pregnant three times?”
Harry loved how flustered Y/n got when either of them tried to “spice things up.” After having Simone at such a young age, enrolling her in school, and their conflicting schedules, and with Colette currently not sleeping through the night, both of them found it a little harder to find time to be truly alone, so they took liberties where they could and seized opportunities when they had the chance.
There was a rustling on the bed that told Y/n Harry had got up from it, and then he was right behind her, his hands landing on her shoulders to turn her back around. Looking up into his face, she saw that he’d gotten a haircut sometime today, the sides a little shorter than they were this morning. It made his features look more pronounced, his jaw and cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. Opening her mouth to comment on his little surprise, his haircut, apologize for acting like an idiot, anything, Y/n immediately clamped her hand over her mouth and rushed to the bathroom instead, dropping down to her knees so she could empty the contents of her stomach into the toilet. A minute later, Harry was there, holding back her hair and rubbing soothing circles into her back until she was done.
When she felt strong enough, she flushed the toilet and let Harry help her to her feet. Facing him again, she saw that he’d slipped into his robe before coming to help her, which only made her feel bad for ruining his plans, whatever they were. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, walking over to the sink so she could brush her teeth and rid herself of the lingering horrible taste in her mouth.
“What for? You only threw up at the mere sight of me,” Harry joked.
Y/n glared at him for a moment, but once she was done brushing her teeth, she walked over to him and fell into his awaiting arms. “Whoever said morning sickness gets better with each pregnancy is a liar,” she mumbled. Then, looking up at him, she said, “I know you probably had…plans for us, but I’m really tired and I feel gross, and I probably killed the mood just now. Can we take a raincheck?”
Harry squeezed his wife and kissed the top of her head. “Of course, lovey. How about a bath instead?”
He knew that there was a slight possibility that his plans for tonight would fall through, but he had prepared for that. He bought some bath bubbles with a very subtle scent, knowing that anything too strong would make Y/n nauseous, he bought sparkling cider in lieu of wine, and he got her all her favorite sweets. Harry also knew that her mood swings might make her more than eager for his original plans for tonight, too, so he held out hope and focused on enjoying an evening alone with his wife.
Y/n nodded and let Harry get everything set up, more than happy to let him do this for her. It had hit her all of a sudden. She’d been mostly fine all day, working and walking around the large mall a couple minutes away from work to buy presents, but now she felt exhausted, four months of being pregnant hitting her out of nowhere.
Harry helped Y/n into the bathtub and got in behind her so that her back was resting comfortably against his chest. He felt her relax against him, almost purring when he began to undo the braid her hair had been in all day and comb his fingers through it. Grinning, he kissed her cheek and asked how her day was. Y/n told him, her voice quiet as she rested against him, letting his hands soothe her tired limbs. It wasn’t until she got to her return home that she remembered that Simone and Colette still nowhere to be found.
“Harry?”
“Yes, my love?” he replied, kissing all along her bare shoulder and neck.
“Where are our daughters?”
Harry paused for a moment when Y/n leaned her head back to look him in the eye. His grin was a little sheepish as he said, “Uncle Niall took them out for an evening of fun.”
Y/n raised an eyebrow at him. “That sounds ominous.”
“They’ll be fine. I just told Niall to take them to a movie and ice cream or something so we could have a couple of hours to ourselves.”
“Oh…okay,” she said before turning to face forward again.
Harry thought her response was a little odd, but he didn’t question it until he heard her sniffle. “Lovey, are you crying?” He was familiar with Y/n’s behaviors during pregnancy, but the crying always amused him. His wife hardly ever cried, so to see her do it at the drop of a hat was definitely interesting.
She sniffled again and raised a hand to her face, presumably to wipe a tear away. “Yes, but it’s just the hormones. I really wanted to see them and then they weren’t here and then you were so loving and it’s all too much so now not only have I ruined your kind gesture by throwing up, but now I’m a crying mess of hormones too.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her as best he could. He pecked her cheek a couple times, one of his hands sinking into the bathwater to rest on her baby bump. “I love you so, so much. Even if you’re a crying mess of hormones, you’re my crying mess of hormones, okay?”
Y/n huffed a small laugh and swatted at Harry’s arm, but his grin only widened. When she finally calmed down, he said, “And if you want, we can call Niall and he can come back early. Just say the word.”
“Yeah?” Y/n asked, and when she looked back at him again, her eyelashes were all stuck together and her eyes were still glassy, but her voice wasn’t wobbling anymore.
Harry kissed her, his thumb brushing lovingly against her cheekbone as he held her face in his hands. “Yeah. Spending time with my girls is one of my favorite things, you know that.”
Y/n smiled, and Harry thought it was the most beautiful thing. “And what’s your favorite thing?”
“Well, you would’ve known if you hadn’t thrown up. I had some pretty great tricks up my sleeve for tonight.”
“Oh fuck off,” Y/n muttered at his teasing, but Harry only gasped at her.
“Babe, you can’t swear! They can hear you,” Harry gasped, and she knew he wasn’t teasing this time.
“Okay, first of all, we don’t know that they can hear—”
“I just know, okay? And I’ve read that even at this stage, babies can—”
“Harry shut up!”
“See, that’s exactly what I’m saying. You can’t—”
Y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist and brought it to her stomach. “Harry. Shut up and feel. They’re moving.”
Harry did shut up then, too entranced by what Y/n had said to focus on anything else. The bathroom went absolutely silent while they waited for the babies in her belly to move again, and when it did, Harry gasped, utterly in awe. “That’s—” he tried to say, but he couldn’t find the words.
“I know,” she replied, knowing exactly what he meant. Then, raising her free hand to her mouth to hide her smile, she asked, “Are you crying?”
He didn’t even try to hide it, just grinned and nodded, kissing her over and over again.
They stayed in the tub until the water went tepid. Once they were ready to get out, Harry stepped out of the tub first so he could get a towel for his wife. Y/n grinned at how delicate he was with her. Harry had always been careful with her since they found out she was pregnant, but this was different somehow. Like now that he had felt their babies moving around, her pregnancy felt all the more real.
Y/n normally was more than capable of getting out of the bathtub herself, but with the baby, she didn’t want to risk possibly slipping and falling, so she reached her hand out for Harry to take. She shouldn’t have been surprised when her husband wrapped her in a towel and lifted her out of the tub, carrying her over to their bed. She laughed as Harry set her down as gently as he could instead of playfully tossing her onto the mattress like he normally would have. Still wrapped in her towel and Harry in his robe, Y/n pulled him down to her and kissed him, threading her fingers through his still damp hair. While her hands stayed in the same place, his were everywhere—tracing the sides of her arms, the curve of her waist, even her stomach where he could feel the tiny bump that seemed to be growing every single day.
At one point, Harry shifted so that he was on his back, letting Y/n put her weight on him. Their kiss was interrupted when she heard something crinkle, though, and pulled the forgotten gift from where Harry had laid on top of it. “What is this?” she asked him, eyeing the box curiously.
Harry blushed a little and tried to take it out of her hands. “Nothing. Just—Nothing.”
“Oh come on. Tell me,” Y/n whined, doing her best to pout at him. Harry was a lot better at it than she was. “You can’t keep secrets from me when I’m carrying your child. Children. I’m carrying two of your children currently.”
Harry’s responding look was incredulous. “I can’t believe you just said that,” he said, but motioned for her to open the box anyway.
Leaning in to kiss Harry once, she took the gift and opened it, eager to see what had made his cheeks all pink. Y/n looked at him with raised eyebrows when she peeled away two sheets of tissue paper and saw what was in the box. With two fingers, she raised it up so that it was hanging from her hands between them.
“Wow, you really did have plans for us tonight,” was all she managed to say without laughing.
“It’s not like that,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes. “I just know you’ve been uncomfortable sleeping lately and I thought wearing something like that would help, but when I got online, there were so many options and cuts and colors, so I figured I’d make it a little festive.”
“And you love me in red.”
“Yeah. I do absolutely adore you in red.”
Y/n inspected the nightgown closely. It was fairly simple, which led her to believe that while Harry had claimed he wanted something that would be fun for the holidays, she could wear it beyond Christmas too. It was cool to the touch, the satiny red fabric soft under the pads of her fingers. The lace on the bodice looked hand stitched, and she noticed that the tag was conveniently missing. She didn’t like Harry spending so much money on her, but she’d learned a long time ago that he loved giving, that he got a kind of thrill from seeing someone open a gift he’d picked out.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, still running her fingers over the fabric. Y/n was aware of the fact that she was still in her towel from the bath, and suddenly wanted to be wrapped up in the nightgown. Harry had been right when he said she’d had trouble sleeping as of late; she was always too hot and too uncomfortable at night, and she knew that it would only get worse as the babies in her belly grew, but she loved that Harry did whatever he could to ease some of that discomfort.
“Mm,” was all Harry said, or didn’t say.
Y/n looked up at him, only to find that he had a far away look in his eyes. She knew that look, knew that he was most likely picturing her in his gift. “I’m assuming this was a bit of a self-indulgent gift, too.”
“What? No,” Harry said, but they both knew he was lying. When Y/n pressed him with a look, he sighed in mock defeat. “Okay, so it’s possible that I fantasized about you in that nightgown with you on top of me. It’d be bunched around your hips because of my hands,” he paused then and pursed his lips like he had more to say but wasn’t sure he should continue. Eventually he did. “And I may have noticed that you’ve filled out a little in the chest department, so it’s possible that I also imagined you practically spilling out of this thing.”
Y/n was quiet for a moment, taking in Harry’s “possible” fantasies. It was pretty tame as far as those kinds of things went, and honestly, after knowing him for so long, it was not nearly the oddest thing she had ever heard him say. However…
“Chest department?”
“Shut up, I was trying to be polite. You were complaining about them the other day, but I will never ever complain about them. Ever.”
Y/n was only teasing, though. She loved how attentive to every little change her body went through since they found out she was pregnant. And while she’d complained a little about her change in the “chest department,” that was one thing she liked about pregnancy. Aside from the babies themselves, obviously.
Without saying anything else, Y/n stood up and walked back into the bathroom, nightgown in hand. She ignored Harry’s protests and shut the door behind her and quickly got to work.
Y/n fixed up her hair, combing it a little and fluffing it at the roots, hoping it didn’t look limp around her shoulders. Next, she rubbed lotion into the skin of her arms and legs before spritzing a little perfume onto her collarbones. Once she was satisfied that her skin was soft and moisturized, she touched up her makeup that she’d had on all day, cleaning up smudged mascara under her eyes and adding a little more blush to her cheeks. She wanted to look good for Harry, to make up for putting a stop to his initial plans for tonight by throwing up almost as soon as she saw him. She didn’t know how long they had before Niall came back with Simone and Colette, but she figured they could make the most of it.
When she thought she was ready, she slipped the nightgown on and examined herself in the mirror.
Harry’s desires of seeing her spilling out over the top of the nightgown would have to wait another day. It seemed he had bought the nightgown a size or two larger than her usual size to accommodate the baby bump that would continue to grow in the next few weeks. But if she pulled the nightgown tight, she could see her bump through the satiny fabric, and the sight alone left a lump in her throat, tears of joy threatening to spill over her eyes.
Running a hand through her hair one last time, Y/n opened the bathroom door again. Harry was waiting on the bed in almost the exact same position that she’d found him in when she’d come home from the mall earlier. The sight made her sigh and shake her head, but she met him on the bed anyway, eager to make any wish he had come true.
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burntundertones · 6 months
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Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too . . .
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jjungkookislife · 1 year
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Besos Navideños
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♡ pairing: Ex-boyfriend!Taehyung x f. reader
♡ genre: exes to lovers, best friend's brother, Christmas au, smut [18+], and side pairing Jikook and Sope
♡ summary: A Christmas wedding, a house full of childhood friends, and an ex-boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong? Dread fills you the moment you're back in town for Alea's wedding, and not even your best friend, Hoseok, can cheer you up with his rendition of Christmas carols on the ride home. After a messy breakup, seeing your ex, Taehyung, flares up your fight-or-flight response. Will you two be able to keep it cordial, or will this wedding turn into an absolute disaster?
♡ wc: 25k
♡ warnings: angst with a happy ending, cursing, alcohol use/mention (keg stands included), ex-boyfriend!taehyung, oc has a nickname she hates loves (barbie/barbie doll), pet names (doll, baby, babe, darling, sweetie, honey), references to Barbie Girl by Aqua, mentions of parent death (oc's mom), grief, strained relationship with oc's father (that later improves), jealousy, jimin sits in oc's lap, mentions of anxiety, food/food mention (food used as comfort in one scene), oc (accidentally} punches tae in the face after waking her up, blood mention from punch, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), marking (scratching, biting, hickeys), unprotected sex, creampie, misunderstandings, implied public-sex
♡ a/n: was not expecting for this fic to be so long but i did split it into sections to make it easier to read. I hope you enjoy it and i'd love to hear from you here ♡
♡ date: December 25, 2022
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SATURDAY DECEMBER 18
“Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing, ring ting tingle-ing too!” Hoseok sings at the top of his lungs, both hands on the steering wheel as he keeps his eyes focused on the road ahead of him while a Christmas carol blasts from the stereo.
“God,” you groan as you sit up on your seat, adjusting your seat belt and placing your elbow on the door. Outside, you’re passing familiar neighborhoods from your childhood covered in last night’s snow that’s already melting in the afternoon late autumn sun.
“Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling ‘YOO-HOO’!” Hoseok continues as if he hadn’t heard you, unbothered by your grumpiness.
By the third, belting of giddy-yap, you’re turning down the music. Immediately, Hoseok whips his head in your direction. An icy glare is sent your way.
“Don’t touch the music,” he huffs, turning back to the road as his fingers tap the wheel, humming along to the song. He’d be damned if you killed his Christmas spirit before the holiday even arrived.
“Why am I being tortured? Couldn’t anyone else pick me up from the airport?” you ask as you cross your arms over your chest.
“Ah, ah! No ungratefulness in my car!” Hoseok wags his finger in your direction.
“It’s Alea’s car,” you retort.
Hoseok purposely ignores you. “Besides, I volunteered.”
Pfft.
“Sure,” you roll your eyes. You had to fly out a day after Hoseok because of some last-minute project your incompetent boss had deleted in a drunken stupor at the Christmas party.
“Okay, it’s not volunteering when nobody else wants to come to get you, but here I am! Yoo-hoo!” Hoseok sings as he bops his head and you groan internally.
Of course, nobody wanted to do an airport run so close to the holidays. You couldn’t even be mad, to be honest. You’re grateful Hoseok showed up.
“Fair,” you sigh. “How’s Alea? Seokjin?” 
“The lovely couple is running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Fuck, I hate that expression. You’re the last to arrive, actually.” Hoseok informs you as he comes to a stop at a four-way before turning left. The houses on this road are quiet, snow melting on the driveways, old salt staining the sidewalks. Christmas decorations grow more and more extravagant until you spot Alea’s house and then your family home beside it, decorated beautifully. 
“Home sweet home,” Hoseok sings as he turns the music off and then the car once he parks in Alea’s driveway behind her parents’ car. He turns to look at you, his finger hitting the button to release his seatbelt.
“You gonna be okay?” Hoseok questions hesitantly. He bites his bottom lip harder than he means to, but his concern is clear as he straightens his face. His obnoxious singing may have been an attempt at a distraction but now you’re faced with not only your childhood home but your childhood love, who happens to be your best friend’s brother, and it would be unrealistic to not expect him home for his sister’s wedding.
“Yeah,” you lie quickly. You curse yourself out, reminding yourself to talk slower to appear more honest, but it’s Hoseok, your best friend and roommate, that knows all your tells. You can’t lie. You can’t even think about lying without him seeing right through you.
Just like clockwork, Hoseok raises a brow, head turned to the side as he takes in your expression and body language. He looks you in the eyes, eyesight only moving to your nose to see your nostrils flaring and he clicks his tongue.
“You’re lying, but you’re trying your best. I can see your nostrils flaring when you lie, but I’ll give you a pass. It’s the holidays and we’re back in town. I’m sure we’re not the only ones dreading it. My family alone is already asking when I’ll be getting married and why we haven’t considered dating already.” he rolls his eyes at the last statement.
“What’s wrong with dating me?” you ask, feigning offense.
Hobi won’t go for it, flipping you off. “Please, you wouldn’t be able to handle me, love.”
“You got that right,” you mutter under your breath.
“You know what?!” Hoseok shouts as he gets out of the car. “Get your own suitcase, then!”
You laugh as you stumble out of the front seat with your purse, giggling as you round the car, not hearing the front door of Alea’s home open.
“I knew you two fuckers were out here!” Yoongi calls as he runs down the front steps and down the driveway toward you.
You’re scooped into a giant bear hug from your friend, squeezed until you’re uttering your lack of breath before he releases you.
“Nice to see you too,” you scoff, but pull Yoongi in for a second hug. You’d missed him.
“Is that my Barbie Doll?” a familiar voice calls from the door and you cringe at the childhood nickname bestowed upon you in elementary school. You thought you’d left it behind, but here was Alea’s mom, Minsu, shouting it for all the neighborhood to hear.
You adored the woman like a second mom, but boy did her voice carry and did she make it her goal to embarrass you and her three children.
“Mrs. Kim!” you greet as you shove Yoongi to the side, meeting her halfway and hugging her tightly. She was a tad bit shorter than you but definitely stronger as she nearly picked you off the ground.
“Mom! You’ll hurt your back again!” Comes a voice you haven’t heard in ages. Your heart stops for a moment, heart fluttering in your chest as you’re released from your embrace.
You stop breathing for a moment, freezing in your spot as the love of your life, aka your ex and first love, stands on the doorstep. He looks as gorgeous as ever, which is insanely unfair if you’re being honest. He’s back in town for the wedding when he’d usually be off in Paris or Milan on the runways. Hell, the last time you’d seen him was on the cover of Vogue.
Taehyung’s curly hair is longer than the last time you’d seen him in person, so much longer, and fuck, it’s held back by a grey headband and it’s almost enough to make you drool. From strolling the runways to standing right in front of you, Kim Taehyung is ethereal even in his white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. You swallow thickly, feeling your face burn as his mother releases you.
Taehyung freezes. Despite knowing of your impending arrival, he wasn’t fully prepared to see you again. He eyes you shamelessly, his pulse racing as he smiles, hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweatpants.
“Hi,” he says with a subtle shrug.
“Hey,” you respond with a small wave before his mom is ushering you up the driveway toward her home, calling for Yoongi and Taehyung to grab your belongings, assuring you that your dad will stop by after work but you’re more than welcome to stay with her family in Alea’s childhood bedroom.
“Oh, I couldn’t!” you protest immediately, but she waves you off.
“Please, do you know how wonderful it is to have all my kids home under the same roof?” Minsu clasps her hands together, smiling widely. 
“You might as well,” Hoseok pipes in, taking a seat on a bar stool in the kitchen. “Yoongi and I are already in the guest bedroom in the basement. Seokjin and Joon are in their parents' home. Jungkook is sharing his room with Jimin and Tae’s in his room.”
“Unless you want to stay with your dad,” Mrs. Kim suggests hesitantly, knowing your relationship with your dad was rocky. You two weren’t as close as you’d like to be. After your mother’s passing, your relationship grew strained and your daily phone calls turned monthly and then quarterly until you eventually just sent a text every few months to let him know you were alive.
“I’ll stay here,” you decide, knowing you’ll pop in later tonight to see your father.
Taehyung watches you from the kitchen entryway, exchanging glances with Yoongi, who has had a smile on his face since you arrived. It truly had been ages since the nine of you got together, and the last time you were alone with Taehyung was the night you both got your hearts broken. The thought sours your mood for a second, plastering on a smile as Taehyung’s mom places a bowl of soup in front of you.
“Where is she!” A screech fills the home, and you set your spoon down immediately, rising from your seat and rounding the table just as your best friend, Alea, storms into the kitchen with her arms open to hug you.
“Alea!” you exclaim, welcoming her hug as you wrap your arms around her slim frame. Her long black hair gets in your face and you do your best not to tug it when you squeeze her tighter.
“Will you let her breathe? Damn.” A familiar voice says as they enter the kitchen.
“Fuck off,” Alea groans as she releases you. You take a step back, grinning when you see the youngest of the bunch. Standing in front of you is Jungkook, very different from the last time you’d seen him. He was almost a foot taller, his hair wasn’t in a bowl cut, and he was covered in tattoos.
“Wow!”
“I know, huh?” he grins as he wraps you in a hug, nearly rivaling his sister’s. “I got hot.”
“You’re not the only one,” you giggle as you’re released and pulled into Jimin’s arms. 
“I missed you,” he whispers into your hair. 
“I missed you too, so much,” you tell him, squeezing him harder before he’s gasping for air dramatically.
“Are you staying with us?” Jungkook asks as he steals your seat. His mom bops him on the head when he lifts your abandoned spoon.
“Mom!”
“Please, you almost ate us out of house and home with your growth spurts. Leave some for Barbie.”
“Barbie?” Jimin sneers. “Is that making a comeback?” 
“No! No, it’s not,” you shake your head as the kitchen fills with laughter.
“Come on, Barbs. I’ll get your suitcase to the room,” Hoseok offers, taking your bags as you follow after him with Alea hot on your tail.
~
“It’s so good to have you back,” Alea grins as she squeezes you tightly. 
“You act like I’ll disappear if you let me go,” you joke.
“I almost thought you did,” Alea admits softly. “After you and Tae… I didn’t think things would be the same.”
You sigh heavily. “They haven’t been.”
Alea nods, listening attentively as Hoseok keeps watch. He knows he should shut the door to give you some privacy, but he also knows Yoongi would probably head up to join you at any moment.
“It’s my fault,” you say after a moment. “I was heartbroken, and I pulled away. Kept busy so I wouldn’t have time to think about him and life just kept going. I told myself it wasn’t the end of the world, but seeing him just hurt too much. Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud of him. He’s amazing. I just miss him. I miss us.”
Alea exchanges a look with Hoseok, who shakes his head.
“I found you,” Yoongi says as he enters the bedroom, immediately sensing the mood.
“It’s not like we were hiding, you dork,” Alea laughs, rolling her eyes.
“Dork?! I bring the entertainment and I’m the dork?” Yoongi guffaws. “You’re the dork, you’ve still got your boy band posters up.”
“Hey! No dissing my boybands! They got me through some rough shit,” Alea reminds him. Yoongi chuckles, sitting at the end of her large bed.
“Yeah, put me through some shit, too. I still have a scar on my elbow from that time you made me push everyone out of the way for that GA show, and I tripped and fell on the cement. I didn’t need to get sweat on by the lead singer, either.” Yoongi shudders at the memory.
“I would have paid to get sweat on,” you say dreamily.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” Hoseok shakes his head in disappointment before smirking. “But same.”
“Something’s wrong with y’all,” Yoongi clicks his tongue as Alea moves your suitcase to her closet. 
“Anyway, there’s a ton to do! I thought I’d be able to relax days before my wedding, but everything just seems to go wrong.”
“What’s gone wrong?” you ask curiously.
“Seokjin’s suit came in and it was too big, so it’s being altered. Which is why he’s not here yet. My shoes arrived and they’re in eggshell, not ivory, and I keep getting zits,” Alea whines. “But it’s fine. It’s fine. Everything will be fine.”
“Are you saying that to us or to yourself?” you ask with a tiny smile.
“I’m speaking it into existence,” Alea responds, with her hands on her hips. “I need everything to be perfect.”
“Maybe you should tell the band of troublemakers down the hall?” Hoseok suggests. Yoongi nods in agreement.
“Oh, I have. Why do think Tae and Kook are on their best behavior?”
“That’s their best behavior?” Yoongi asks, appalled.
You laugh. “I’ll help to wrangle them in, but I mean, we’re not teens anymore. I’m sure they’re much easier to handle now.”
“They can drink now, and Jimin has a bottomless stomach when it comes to alcohol,” Yoongi informs you.
“Well, shit.”
~
The rest of the afternoon flies by smoothly until sunset when you excuse yourself at dinner. Minsu hesitates, not wanting to keep you from your father, but knowing your relationship was rocky at best.
“I’ll be fine, mom,” you insist when Minsu lingers at the doorway.
“Come here if you need to. I’ll send Tae or one of the boys to get you,” Minsu assures you, and you hug her tightly. Taehyung nods in agreement, along with Yoongi and Hoseok.
You agree, trudging out the front door toward your childhood home. The porch light is on and your father’s car sits in the driveway. You’re not sure if you should knock or ring the doorbell but thanks to his camera, he’s at the door before you have to decide.
“Hi,” he says as he pulls the door open, allowing you entry into his home. You hug him once you cross the threshold, hoping the evening won’t be too awkward.
~
“Who stole all the hot water?!” Alea is screeching when you enter the hallway upstairs. You press yourself against the wall as she runs past in her robe with a slipper in her hand. Down the hall you can hear Jungkook giggling, saying something about needing a steam before bed.
“Hey?” Taehyung greets you curiously as you accidentally end up in his doorway trying to avoid Alea and Jungkook as they run past. Alea’s threatening to put Jungkook in a headlock and he’s goading her as the home fills with laughter and Minsu’s shouts about putting them in time-out. Taehyung’s father, Haejin, chuckles as he wraps an arm around his wife’s shoulders, kissing her cheek. “Doesn’t this remind you of old times?”
“Hey,” you clear your throat, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. “What’s up?”
“You’re in my room,” he laughs. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“Uh…” you look down at your feet, cursing yourself for not paying more attention. Though being fair, your evening with your father had been emotionally draining, and you wanted to shower and get in bed. You needed to process the last two hours, and just sleep. You’ve had a long day after all. 
“Sorry, I was trying to avoid the Kim Skirmish in the hall,” you shrug. You look around his bedroom, flashes of your past coming to the forefront of your mind. He still has the bedsheets from long ago, bedsheets you slept in, kissed him in, and… your cheeks flush with heat at the memory.
“‘S no big deal,” he clears his throat, suddenly feeling awkward as you linger by the doorway. Back then, you would have taken reign over his king-sized bed, demanding he put your favorite show on the TV, only for you to fall asleep before the opening credits even finished. 
Taehyung sits at his desk, the same old desk he used back in high school to study, and the desk that he used to seal his fate when he sent out his portfolio and eventually got hired for all the magazines that took him away from you. You sour at the thought, your gaze moving to his walls instead, most covered in old video game release posters and a few scattered photos of your adolescence, with your friends smiling and hugging each other tightly. Your heart cinches at the thought. You used to be so close and now… now you were wishing you were anywhere else but here.
“I should go,” you turn on your heel.
“No one’s stopping you,” Taehyung whispers. His words cut like a knife, your body immediately shutting down, your hand gripping the wall to hold yourself up.
You look over your shoulder at Taehyung, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill. The burn is almost too much. Your throat tightens and you swallow the knot in it. That was a low blow, and he knew it. Those were the last words the two of you exchanged all those years ago.
For a split second, upon noting the glisten of your unshed tears, Taehyung feels guilty. He bites his bottom lip, almost wanting to apologize, but your face hardens, and your glare sends a shiver down his spine.
“Goodbye, Taehyung.”
~
“Fuck,” Hoseok says after a minute of complete silence. A record for your best friend. 
You had just finished recounting your evening with your father and your brief encounter with Taehyung. You were curled up in his bed; the blanket pulled up to your chest while he sat on the edge.
Yoongi was snoring away in his bed, a few feet away. Thanks to Jungkook taking up all the hot water upstairs, you were left to shower in Yoongi and Hoseok’s bathroom, deciding to fill Hobi in on your evening whilst you were there. The two of you were whispering, not wanting to wake up Yoongi, who had threatened to pour cold water on you in the morning if he was woken from his beauty sleep. Ha. As if he weren’t already drop-dead gorgeous with the face of an angel.
“What am I even doing here, Hobi?” you sigh. “This was a mistake.”
“None of that.” Hoseok waves your negative words away. “Our best friend is getting married. You’re her maid of honor, and you can’t let Taehyung ruin this for the both of you. He’s my friend too, but fuck, you’d think he’d be able to set shit aside for his sister’s wedding? Maybe he hasn’t matured.”
“I want to be here for Alea, but I thought I’d be able to avoid Taehyung altogether. Our conversation just proved there’s still bad blood between us. It sucks though. I wanted to at least be on speaking terms and it’s harder than I thought to just fucking look at him, much less speak to him. I was so heartbroken when he lied about being signed. He waited until the night before he was flying to Paris for a year to tell me. Everyone fucking knew too, and he said nothing. Nothing !”
Hoseok feels his heart sink as tears stream down your cheeks. He rises from his spot and walks over to you, tugging the covers so he can slide in with you. He holds you tight in his arms, rubbing your side. He’s heard all of this before. Hell, he was the one you ran to that night after finding out and the two of you stayed up all night talking and crying it out. It only made sense that he was the one you seek after your encounter. Hoseok has been at your side for years now. The two of you come as a pair to everything. Where there was you, there was Hobi, and vice versa. He was your main support through all this, not only knowing the gang but also has been a part of it. 
“Let’s get through the week, okay? You’ve already gotten through today and in less than a week, we can leave all this behind once again. You’ve got this, love. I’ll be at your side every bit you need me, and I’ll make Yoongi come with too,” Hoseok chuckles. A pillow is thrown your way, an agreement of a half-asleep Yoongi in his bed.
“See?” Hoseok laughs. “He’s in agreement. We’ve got this!”
Feeling reassured, you whisper your thanks to both men, snuggling further into Hoseok before he’s wiping your tears. “Get some sleep, Barbs. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”
“Please, not the Barbie nickname,” you groan, turning to yawn.
“Come on, Barbie. Let’s go party.”
“I’ll kill you,” you threatened playfully.
“Ooh-whoa.” Hoseok grins, kissing your cheek before wishing you goodnight.
~
Sunday December 19
Taehyung is already grumpy when he’s going down the stairs to the basement. He’s on wake-up duty, unfortunately, thanks to his mother. So far, he’s had a pillow thrown at his face, threatened with bodily harm by Jimin, and cursed out by Alea. He was not looking forward to waking up Yoongi and Hoseok.
When his feet reach the icy tile flooring, he curses as he looks at the two beds. One with Yoongi’s mop of black hair sticking out from under the covers, and the other with you sprawled out like a starfish. The sound of the shower running fills his ears and his face sours.
Had you spent the night with Hoseok? Jealousy bubbles inside him as he takes in the scene before him, and there’s no doubt you’re in Hobi’s bed. Were the two of you a thing? He had grilled Alea, Seokjin, and Jimin for days before your arrival to make sure you were still single. So what was this ? Taehyung felt like he was gonna be sick.
“Good morning!” Hoseok chimes as he comes out of the bathroom shirtless, a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he drapes his towel over his shoulders. 
“Morning,” Taehyung grumbles. “Mom sent me to wake everyone for breakfast.”
“Oh? I can wake up our little barbie doll if you get Yoongi,” Hoseok offers to help. Taehyung nods, swallowing thickly. 
Hoseok approaches the bed, sitting down beside your sleeping body. He places a hand on your shoulder, slowly shaking you. “Baby? Wake up for me, love. It’s morning.” 
Taehyung observes the interaction silently, feeling like he’s intruding.
“Come on, sweet girl. It’s time to wake up. Let me see that beautiful face.” Hoseok whispers and you slowly rouse from your sleep, your hands rubbing the sleep from your eyes, a small smile on your lips.
“Waking up to you is always a treat,” you giggle, throwing your arms over your head to stretch.
Hoseok chuckles, kissing your cheek. “Come on, love. Up and at ‘em. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us. Alea’s got an agenda.”
“I hope she’s got me down for a fat nap later. Your bed is so comfortable,” you sigh dreamily, patting the pillow you slept on.
“You can take my bed tonight too, but for now, we’ve got breakfast waiting for us. Come on,” Hoseok lifts the covers off you, taking your hand to help you out of bed and into your slippers. You run a hand through your hair in an attempt to tame it while Hoseok throws on a t-shirt.
“Oh, Tae! I didn’t even see you,” you say in surprise. 
Taehyung is stoic. How would you notice him when Hoseok was beside you, shirtless no less?
“Yeah, I figured. Anyway, mom’s waiting, so you should head up,” Taehyung states coldly before turning his attention to Yoongi. He shakes him awake rather gruffly, heading upstairs when Yoongi peers open an eye.
~
Breakfast is a rather loud affair with Jungkook and Jimin being ready for the day, talking everyone’s ears off while Alea is trying not to fall asleep in her coffee, and Yoongi yawns for the tenth time in thirty seconds.
“We’re taking mom to get her last fitting for her dress. Then we have to pick up a few decor pieces for the hall. Then lunch, then your nap.” Alea rolls her eyes playfully. “Then we’re meeting Namjoon and Seokjin for dinner.”
“I’ll finally get to see them,” you grin, clapping enthusiastically.
“I think we’re the only ones who haven’t seen them,” Hoseok comments from beside you.
“Oh, no,” Minsu frowns. “Should we invite them to lunch as well?”
“Mom, it’s fine. We’ll see them at dinner and Seokjin still has to get Namjoon’s tux fitted,” Alea says before turning to everyone at the table. “Actually, aren’t you all getting your last fittings? I know you sent your measurements but I think you should join Seokjin and Namjoon. Take dad, too.”
“You got it, sis. We’ll meet them there.” Jungkook agrees easily, not wanting Alea to turn into a Bridezilla. So far, they’d been lucky in avoiding her wrath and the fire-spewing from her mouth.
“Best behavior,” Alea reminds him.
“You act like I’m still doing childish things,” Jungkook pouts.
“You had a burping contest last night at dinner,” she deadpans.
“And won !” Jungkook guffaws.
“Anyway,” Taehyung interrupts the brewing of their sibling argument. “We can take my car and Jungkook’s. If there’s anything else you need us to do, sis, just text me.”
Alea tears up. “Leave it to Tae to make everything better.”
Taehyung shrugs. “Just trying to help.”
Alea leaves her seat, pulling Taehyung into a tight hug, her arms around his neck as she squeezes him within an inch of his life. Taehyung gasps for air, laughing when Alea kisses his head and gives him a noogie.
“Alea, no choking your brother at the table,” Haejin scolds as he walks in with the newspaper and a cup of coffee.
“Sorry, daddy!” Alea’s quick to release her younger brother. 
“Finish breakfast and we’ll head out,” Minsu instructs, placing a large thermos of coffee in front of Yoongi.
“Ever the angel, mom,” he thanked her, taking a long sip of the hot beverage.
Minsu and Haejin stand beside each other, grinning from ear to ear, both grateful to have their home full once again. All that was missing was Seokjin and Namjoon for their family to be truly complete.
“Finish up, kids. We’ve got a busy day.”
~
“Wow!”
“Mom, you look gorgeous!” 
“If you weren’t married-”
“Hoseok, stop right there!” Alea raises her hand, brow raised. “ That is my mother.”
“And she looks smokin’!” Hoseok grins.
You giggle, agreeing with Hoseok’s sentiment. “You look fabulous!”
Minsu looks at her reflection, spinning in the mirror. Her dress is a beautiful lavender with a square neckline and the tiniest bit of shimmer on the lace sleeves to make it more modest for Minsu (at her request) and it was picked out by Alea for the special occasion. 
“Let’s see the bride in her dress!” Hoseok suggests. Alea brightens, “Sure, let me get the attendant! We’ll get you in your dress as well.”
Alea grabs your hand as she takes you with her to find the attendant. You hope her excitement becomes contagious. You’re happy to be here for her special day, doing all these things with her, but Taehyung’s words still linger in the forefront of your mind. It dampers your mood.
~
“You two look lovely!” Minsu smiles when you and Alea appear from your dressing rooms. Alea has taken the little stage while you stand near her, hands over your mouth.
“Alea, you look gorgeous! Seokjin might drop dead at the altar,” you smile as you take in her wedding dress. It’s a beautiful ivory silk dress with a sweetheart neckline and thin rhinestone straps. Her waist and thighs are hugged immaculately while the slit on one side draws just enough attention to the heels she’s chosen. A thin silver anklet sits on her delicate skin, and when Alea turns, the letter S is spotted. Cheeky little shit. You’re sure Seokjin will enjoy seeing it in the honeymoon suite.
“You look amazing, too!” Alea gushes as she spots you. Hoseok nods in agreement, lifting his phone to snap a quick picture. He sends it to the group chat, after making sure Alea isn’t in the photo and with her permission.
Immediately, compliments come flooding in, your phone dinging repeatedly while Hoseok cackles. 
“You both look hot! Do you have a veil, Lea?” Hoseok asks her. 
Alea nods. “Let me get it. Mom, can you help me?”
Minsu and Alea head toward the dressing room while you take a moment to admire your reflection. Hoseok stands behind you.
“You look wonderful, babe. Taehyung’s gonna eat his heart out,” He assures you.
You look at Hobi’s reflection in the mirror. “You think so?”
“I know so. Just look.” Hoseok lifts his phone to the mirror and you turn to face him. On the screen, it’s opened to the group chat. You skim through the compliments, Taehyung’s sticking out the most. 
Taehyung [12:31 PM] So beautiful
“I’m sure he just means the dress,” you shrug. 
Hoseok clicks his tongue. “When are you going to see yourself as we see you, love? You’re beautiful inside and out. You deserve the world, and whoever will give it to you. Whether it’s Taehyung… or someone else.”
You’re left speechless. 
“What do you think?” Alea squeals as she reappears with her veil on.
“Wow!” you gasp, taking her in. 
“So are you and Seokjin serious?” Hoseok asks with a wiggle of his brows.
“Hobi, you play too much!” Alea cackles as she spins for the three of you, her laughter music to your ears.
~
Yoongi is unamused as Taehyung steps onto the small stage at the Tuxedo shop. He was a professional model. Of course, he’d look good in a tux. 
“You don’t need to pose, Tae. You’re not doing Fashion Week,” Namjoon grumbles, shoving Tae out of the way.
“I have been for the past five years. Thank you very much,” Taehyung smirks as he turns and poses again. Jungkook and Jimin squat down in front of him, snapping pictures left and right, spurring him on.
“Can’t take you three anywhere,” Seokjin sighs as he comes out of the dressing room, doing up his cuffs.
“Please, we bring life to the party,” Jimin snaps. “You’d be bored out of your minds without us.”
“But we’d have silence ,” Yoongi sneers.
“You’re the loudest of them,” Seokjin shakes his head. 
“Ooh, incoming photo!” Jungkook announces as he looks at the group chat. He waits for it to load before letting out a low wolf whistle. Jimin looks at his phone from over his shoulder, mimicking his whistle.
“I tell you, if we weren’t already together,” Jimin jokes. Jungkook smiles, nodding in agreement.
“She’s hot,” Jungkook grins.
“What are you on about?” Namjoon asks as he fishes his phone out of his pocket. He, too, whistles upon seeing the image of you in your maid-of-honor dress. “God damn.”
“What are you all going on about?” Taehyung asks, stepping down from the stage, pouting now that the attention is no longer on him. 
“Hobi’s pic,” Yoongi answers.
Taehyung takes his phone out of his pants pocket. He opens the chat and is immediately greeted with your photo. You look beautiful. It takes his breath away and Yoongi doesn’t miss the chance to snap a picture of his reaction as proof that something still lingers in his heart for you. Whether or not you believe him.
Everyone turns to Taehyung, and he finally peels his eyes off his phone once he feels the heat of their stares. So much for trying to be inconspicuous.
“What?” Taehyung questions gruffly, his defenses up.
“Are you still in love with her?” Jimin is the only one ballsy enough to ask. 
Taehyung scoffs. “Please, when have I not been?”
The room freezes. Nobody was expecting him to actually be honest. Even Namjoon is looking around, gauging everyone’s reaction because there’s no way he easily admitted his true feelings in front of everyone without a second thought.
“Wasn’t expecting that.” Yoongi is the first to speak.
“I think it’s pretty obvious,” Taehyung shrugs. “Besides, I’m not ignorant enough to believe something will come out of it. So why bother lying?”
Jimin, Jungkook, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Seokjin exchange a look. Taehyung ignores them, typing something into the chat before heading back to the dressing room to get changed. 
Silence rings loudly.
“I think our suits fit fine,” Namjoon states.
Jimin, Jungkook, and Yoongi nod in agreement. Seokjin looks at his reflection with a nod in agreement as he spins and raises his arms this way and that, making sure his shoulders aren’t constricted. After all, he wants to get out of here just as quickly as everyone else. 
Even though Haejin was supposed to join them, he had to pop into the office. Seokjin and Alea would take him in the middle of the week instead. Seokjin is thankful his future father-in-law wasn’t present for this.
“Let’s go to lunch,” Jungkook suggests as he goes into his dressing room. Everyone disperses to get changed back into their own clothes, and almost all of them are surprised to see Taehyung’s text in the chat.
So beautiful.
~
Dinner with the group leads to drinks in the Kims’ basement. 
“I still have to work tomorrow,” Seokjin reminds them as he takes a shot.
“Me too,” Namjoon frowns as he downs his second shot. You giggle, shaking your head.
“It’s so nice to be off. Though, going back after the new year is gonna hit hard,” you frown. Why must going back to work cause you so much unease? You couldn’t wait to be strictly working from home once the new year rang in. You were ready to make your own schedules, work on your own time and, most importantly, work for yourself. You would no longer need to be dealing with your incompetent boss. You were ecstatic.
“Please, I have to go before that,” Hobi pouts, downing a shot.
“Let’s not talk about work,” Jimin groans. “We have better things to do!”
“Like what?” Alea asks cautiously.
“Like playing truth or dare!” Jungkook exclaims, raising his glass in the air.
“Isn’t that too childish?” Yoongi asks the group.
“That means he goes first!” Taehyung smirks.
“I hate you guys!” Yoongi huffs.
“While you come up with a dare, Alea and I are gonna make mixed drinks,” you inform them as you rise from your seat between Hoseok and Jimin. Alea nods, talking about what drinks she’s having at the reception as the two of you go up the stairs to the kitchen.
Once upstairs, Alea makes sure the coast is clear before clearing her throat to get your attention. She doesn’t make eye contact. Instead, she focuses her attention on the glass she’s holding, adding ice to it.
“Have you and Tae had time to talk?” she finally asks, biting her lip nervously.
“No?” you respond. “Should we have?”
“No! I was just curious. You know, after the chat,” Alea shrugs as she pours juice into the glass. 
“He was just being nice, Lea.” 
“I know,” Alea gives in. “I was just hoping there was something else.”
“I wouldn’t get your hopes up,” you say honestly. “Maybe we can talk this week. Be cordial if nothing else. I know we both said some hurtful things, and to be frank, I miss having him as a friend. We used to be so close.”
“I miss it sometimes. He and I still talk often, but rarely out of our Thot Potatoes group chat. I don’t think I’ve had an actual conversation with just him in a long while. I don’t want to bring up bad memories for either of you. The two of you were perfect.”
“I don’t know about perfect.” you bite your lip. “But we were definitely good together.”
Alea nods in agreement. She finishes up making the drinks, asking you to get her a tray before the two of you divvy up the drinks and carefully take them down the stairs into the basement.
It’s absolute chaos when you reach the last step, eyes wide as you take in the scene before you, with Alea at your side.
Somehow, Jungkook and Jimin had procured a keg and had Seokjin doing a keg stand while Yoongi and Hoseok watched in awe and worry. Taehyung was sipping his glass of whiskey, taking it all in and smiling when he spots the two of you.
“I had nothing to do with this,” he smiles with a raise of his glass.
“I call next,” Namjoon raises his hand, waving it about.
“I don’t know what I expected,” Alea laughs, shaking her head as she sets the drinks to the side on a table. You do the same, grabbing one of them and taking a large gulp in a frail attempt to catch up to all your friends.
“I thought we were playing truth or dare?” Alea asks as she sits beside you, mixed drink in her hand. Taehyung shrugs, handing you both shots.
“Jungkook had this stashed here earlier apparently,” Seokjin says once he’s back on his feet and the rest of your friends are lifting Namjoon off of his.
Laughter fills the basement, the atmosphere quickly changing to a more relaxed one, where the tension isn’t cutting into all of you. You finally feel at ease, taking in the smiles of all your friends, and your heart warms. You missed this, missed them, missed being a family. Growing up definitely had its ups and downs, and moving away, though with Hobi, was still a down. You missed being home. Maybe the two of you could consider moving back? After all, you’d be able to work from anywhere in the world. Why not live near your best friends once again?
“You okay, doll?” Yoongi comes to sit at your side, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He’s flushed, his eyes glimmering in a certain way that leaves you wondering what it is he’s thinking about.
“Totally,” you answer, leaning your head on his shoulder. You’ve reached the point of being snuggly-tipsy, wanting to cuddle and hug all your friends, except Taehyung, of course.
“You’re quiet tonight. Something on your mind?” Yoongi swirls his drink, focused on it to make it easier for you to speak without being under the heat of his questioning stare. Like Hoseok, Yoongi knew all your tells, so it was useless to lie to him.
“I just miss being home. Here with everyone,” you answer truthfully. Yoongi clicks his tongue. “We’ve definitely missed having you and Hobi around. Makes times like these more special, though.”
“Maybe it's time we moved back?” Yoongi nods firmly at your words. He wouldn’t make the final decision for you, but if this is how you were feeling (and Hobi had confided in him as well), then who was he to stop either of you?
“What are you all up to?” Jimin asks with a giggle as he plops down on your lap, his arms wrapped around your neck. He’s on the edge of tipsy and full-on drunk, but his smile and his warm hug make you feel safe and comforted.
“Just chatting,” Yoongi responds, raising his glass to his lips for a quick sip. “Didn’t miss your keg stand, though.”
“Ah, are you two up for one? I’ll grab Kook!” Jimin’s eyes sparkle with mischief as he wriggles in your hold trying to escape. You hold him tighter, “No need.”
“You’re no fun,” Jimin sticks his tongue out at you, and you do the same. 
“Who’s up for Twister?” Seokjin asks, hoisting the box over his head, not taking no for an answer as he recruits Namjoon and Taehyung with the setup. Hoseok and Jungkook stand in front of each other, a row of shots between them, and when Alea shouts “go!” they down them as quickly as possible.
The three of you watch the madness unfold, laughter loud and contagious as the room comes alive with the warmth and love that you all hold for each other. This could be a regular thing, you think. You could be home for good.
“Come on, already!” Jungkook shouts, waving his hand to rally you up.
Immediately, Jimin is tugging at your hand, grabbing Yoongi on his way to join the others. Last sips of drinks taken from glasses, giggles, and challenges are thrown about as Seokjin grabs the spinner, ignoring the official rules like always and playing each man (or woman) for themselves.
“Oldest to youngest,” he proclaims.
Groans and whispers of unfairness are shouted out, but Seokjin will hear none of it. Seokjin and Alea are up first, followed by Yoongi, Hoseok, You, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, and finally Jungkook. 
Jungkook makes a show of shoving his way in and using his strength to rock a few of you. Grumbles and curses are muttered as he settles, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s lips before Seokjin is reaching for the spinner. He flicks it, holding his breath when it stops and the rounds continue until there are only three of you left.
Jungkook and Taehyung are glaring at each other, limbs trembling as you spin and have to move beneath Taehyung. You huff, refusing to give in despite the rest of your friends finding other ways to occupy themselves, some having retreated to bed with grumbles of waking up for work early in the morning.
“Fuck, move,” you growl when your foot hits Taehyung’s. He huffs in response, moving the slightest bit, but Jungkook is trying to stifle a sneeze and it fails as his body is rocked and he collapses. 
“No,” he cries in despair, giggling when he swipes his foot and takes Taehyung with him. 
“Brat! That’s cheating!” Taehyung frowns as he gets to his feet and you’re left as the winner.
“Finally,” Yoongi scoffs. “It’s time for bed.”
“Come on,” Jimin grabs a hold of Jungkook, leading him up the stairs, their giggles filling the home as they retreat to Jungkook’s bedroom.
Hoseok is already asleep, snoring softly in his bed while Yoongi left to shower. 
Alea and Taehyung linger, cleaning up a bit before you’re all heading up the stairs. You wish Taehyung goodnight before helping Alea to bed. She’s tipsy, and a little giggly as she gets ready for bed.
Once Alea is tucked in, she sits up just for a moment. “I’m really glad you’re here.”
“I’m glad to be here, Lea. Get some sleep, okay?” you wish her goodnight, quietly gathering a change of clothes.
Unable to sleep, you slip out of her bedroom, silently stepping into the hallway. You’re careful where you step, not wanting to make the floorboards creak and hoping your memory serves you right from all those nights you used to sneak into Taehyung’s room.
“Two steps to the right and one to the left,” a voice startles you. You raise your head, locking eyes with Taehyung, standing at the opposite end of the hall, just feet from his bedroom.
“Thanks,” you whisper as you take the steps and end up right in front of him. 
“Can’t sleep?” Taehyung leans against the entryway. He was just returning from the kitchen after fetching water bottles for his younger brother, his best friend, and was on his way to Alea’s bedroom to leave one for her and you.
“Too much excitement,” you fib, shrugging. “I’ll get out of your hair.” You go to walk past him, but he stops you with a gentle touch on your arm.
“Wait, a minute?” he pleads softly.
“Tae, I should really go-”
“Just a moment of your time,” Taehyung begs quietly. You sigh, nodding in agreement. He thanks you, moving past you to leave the water in Alea’s room and coming back to the hallway. 
“Come with me,” Taehyung leads the way back to his bedroom, and this time you hesitate to enter. He takes notice, urging you in regardless and letting you sit on his bed while he sits on the opposite end. It's been so long since you’ve been here, and you almost wish you could go back in time to when things were easier between you.
The silence is thick between you, and you swallow thickly, your hands tugging at a loose thread on the bed sheets.
Taehyung is the first to speak, pushing past his nerves. “How are you?”
“Really? That’s what you’re choosing to say to me?”
Taehyung sighs. “You were the one who told me to leave! You’re the one who said nobody was stopping me. So I left!” 
You cross your arms over your chest, refusing to meet his eyes. You had said that, and you had regretted it ever since. You were young and hopelessly in love with him but you were leaving for college soon and you thought Taehyung would wait for you to come back but he had other plans and it was wrong of you to expect him to sit and wait for you. 
“You didn’t tell me until the night before, Tae! I thought I was important to you! That our relationship meant something to you but apparently it wasn’t for me to know. God, I looked so stupid when I found out. I hated you then and I’m not crazy about you now. I can’t wait to go back home.” You huff in annoyance as you get to your feet. 
Taehyung exhales deeply. This isn’t how he wanted this conversation to go. Not at all
“Look,” he says stiffly, watching you from his spot on the bed. 
“Let’s just get along for the rest of your time here. I don’t want to upset Alea or have her worry about us behaving while she’s already stressed enough. She’s my sister and I want her wedding day to go smoothly. Can we be friends, if not cordial until Christmas?” Taehyung queries, his hand finding the same loose thread you had been toying with. “And then you never have to speak to me or see me again.”
You swallow thickly, the urge to cry building up inside you. Biting your lip to keep it from quivering, you look at Taehyung. He refuses to look at you but eventually the heat of your stare is too much and his eyes meet yours; a slight shine gives away his unshed tears.  
“If that’s the way you want it,” you say with a sniffle, and Taehyung breaks. He rises to his feet to approach you, but you take a step back. He pauses as you wipe away a stray tear. “I’ll see myself out. Goodnight.”
Taehyung watches you go, floorboards creaking below your feet in your hurry to leave. He sniffles, groaning as he wipes his eyes. Why does he have to make things worse? How could he live without you in his life forever? How could he love again if it’s not you?
With a heavy heart, Taehyung shuts his bedroom door. Tears still roll down his cheeks when he gets into bed, your scent left on his pillow that he holds tightly, wishing he were hugging you instead. 
~
MONDAY DECEMBER 20
In the morning, you’re woken gently by Hoseok, soft good mornings exchanged as your head throbs from last night’s drinks. 
“Ugh, my head,” you groan as you sit up, your hands clutching the sides as Hobi presses a bottle of water to your lips. 
“What time did you go to bed?” Hoseok asks as he sets the water bottle down on the nightstand. Yoongi has gotten up earlier than you both, claiming the shower in his hurry to get out the door with Jimin and Jungkook. Alea has taken her parents out for breakfast, then to her dad’s suit fitting and lunch. 
Hoseok is going to go out and look for apartments unbeknownst to you. Just to get an idea of what is available should the two of you actually move back home. Your dad is expecting you for dinner tonight and anxiety pools in your belly. 
“Breakfast is in the fridge if you’re up for it, but there’s nothing on your agenda for the day if you want to laze around down here or upstairs. Namjoon and Seokjin have work until this afternoon and I think you’ll have the place to yourself if you just want to binge-watch that show you’ve been rattling on about. You know, the one with the weird guy and the glass case.” Hoseok smiles, poking your cheek. 
“That actually sounds like a nice way to spend the day. Thanks, Hobi. I’ll see you later?”
“Of course, doll. I’ll be around,” Hoseok plants a kiss on your hand before leaving you, reminding you to text him should you need anything while he’s out. He’s borrowed Alea’s car and will be out around town all day. 
Yoongi is quick to leave, rushing through good mornings and reminders to eat as he storms up the stairs, calling for Jimin and Jungkook. You’re unsure of what their plans comprise but when it comes to that trio, the less you know, the better. 
It takes a good ten minutes after Yoongi’s departure for you to climb up the stairs and into the kitchen. You grab a small bowl of fruit, picking at it while sitting on the couch with a throw blanket over your legs. Your head isn’t hurting as bad as it was when you woke, but there’s a lingering throb at the sides. 
You’re two episodes in when the stairs creak and your head whips around. Taehyung stands on the stairs, one hand on the rail and the other covering the yawn that escapes him. You’re left breathless, taking in his shirtless appearance. Honeyed skin and soft torso, lean muscles that used to drive you insane. 
“Oh, hi,” he says upon realizing you’re there. “I didn’t think anyone was home.”
“Just me,” you shrug, turning away from him. You push back the memories of all the kisses you’d left on his skin, tiny bite marks and hickeys left behind when you’d sneak away from your friends to make out in his bedroom. 
“Cool,” he muffles another yawn. “Care if I join?”
“It’s your house, Tae. Do what you want,” you remind him. He clicks his tongue. You were going to make this difficult. He bites his tongue, keeping his thoughts to himself as he sits beside you, his phone in his hands as he scrolls away, only half listening to your show. 
“I meant what I said last night, you know. I want us to be friends,” he turns to you, flipping his phone in his lap. A nervous tick, apparently.
“Tae,” you start and he nearly melts. That’s the second time you’ve used his nickname. “We haven’t been friends in a long time.”
“All I’m asking for is a few days. For Alea,” he responded. You sigh, you could do this for her, right? How hard could it be to pretend you were friends with Taehyung again? Think of it as a personal challenge. 
“Fine, for Alea,” you give in. “But just for the wedding.”
Taehyung nods, sticking his hand out for you to shake. Reluctantly you do so, looking him in the eye and ignoring the sparks that come from his touch. Now that you’re sober, they seem to crackle and pop more intensely, with no excuse of alcohol to deter your judgment.
-
 The day flies by with the two of you on the couch. Taehyung gets sucked into the show, even ordering you two lunch from your favorite place in town. You try not to seem too surprised when he recalls your order without needing to ask.
Hours fly by and you two catch up in between bites of food and sips of drinks. He tells you about his travels, places he loved, and places he wishes never to visit again. You’re even pleasantly surprised to know he’s gotten a small dog, a Pomeranian named Yeontan. 
“Why didn’t you bring him?!” You squeal when he shows you pictures of the pup. 
“I figured we’d be busy with the wedding. I didn’t want him in the way. He’s left with one of my friends back home,” Taehyung informs you as he shows you a video of Tannie running around on his bed. 
“You should bring him next time! He’s so cute!” You gush as you watch another video of the pup barking and rolling around before Taehyung has him give a high-five. 
Taehyung smiles. “Sure, I'm sure he’d love you.”
“Who wouldn’t?” You tease with a laugh as you see Tannie running through a tunnel in Taehyung’s living room, hopping over a box and through a hoop, all to get a handful of treats. 
Taehyung is quiet as you swipe through more videos in his Tannie album on his phone, your sweet laughter music to his ears. This is the most the two of you have spoken and it warms his heart to have you close and on speaking terms. He often wondered what a reconciliation would look like and never did he imagine it would come with barking from his dog and silly little videos of the pup. 
By the time everyone is coming back home, Taehyung and you have finished all the first season and some of the second. The two of you part ways once the commotion of Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi’s arrival becomes too loud to hear the TV.
Showered and ready for dinner at your dad’s, you wave at Hoseok before heading out. 
Nerves bubble in your stomach, hoping dinner won’t be too awkward between you. You find it tough to be inside your childhood home, your mother’s presence very much missed in the walls, and her laughter that once brightened the home is missing and now, it’s very evident that she’s gone. 
Dinner is waiting for you at the table. You thank him and ask him about his day. 
You’re hesitant to share your thoughts on moving back to town, but your father is pleased to hear it. He offers you your old bedroom and you thank him, reminding him you and Hobi are a sealed deal. 
You almost wish you had siblings growing up. Maybe at least then they’d liven up the place a little more. Helping your dad with the dishes and making small talk isn’t ideal and you comment on his lack of decorations inside the home. 
“Your mother always loved decorating inside. I always did the outside and I just can’t bring myself to open up the boxes in the attic,” he explains. You hug him, rub his back, and say nothing else until it’s time for you to head next door. 
Though it’s only a few feet from her childhood home, you’re quick to jog back, not wanting to be put in the cold longer than necessary. There're rumors of snow falling for Christmas and you’re not sure if you should look forward to it or not. 
Your thoughts run amok in your head as you shut the front door after you, immediately noting the quietness in the home. 
You fish for your phone in your coat pocket, noting the missed messages from your friends. Alea and her parents have gone out to dinner with family members flying in for the wedding. Seokjin and Namjoon’s famiily joined them, as well as Jungkook and Jimin.  
Yoongi and Hoseok have gone out to dinner, stopping for drinks and dessert at a bar near your old stomping grounds. They won’t be home till late and it’s best if you don’t wait up. 
Sighing heavily, you kick your shoes off and hang your coat up on the hook before heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. 
“That was some sigh,” Taehyung comments, startling you. 
“Fuck,” you place your hand over your chest. “You scared me!”
Taehyung laughs, throwing his head back and shaking his head. His soft curls shake with him and you resist the urge to run your fingers through them like you used to. You miss having his head in your lap, fingers carding through each lock until he was snoring softly and fast asleep. You push the memories away. 
“Sorry,” he apologizes with his hands up in surrender. “I thought you’d heard me.”
“No,” you shake your head. “I had a lot on my mind. I didn’t hear you when I walked in.”
Taehyung nods. He notes the frown on your face and the faraway look in your eyes. “How was dinner?”
You look at him, debating if you should spill or go cry in your temporary bedroom. Taehyung would probably hear you from his room. 
“Just missing my mom,” you shrug. Taehyung pauses his scooping, leaving his bowl of ice cream on the counter. 
“Hey, come here,” he says softly when he sees the first few tears roll down your cheeks. You sniffle, wiping your face and forcing a smile. “I’m fine, Tae. Just the holidays.”
Taehyung takes a step toward you, wrapping you up in his arms, knowing very well you could push him away. You don’t. You accept his hug and wrap your arms around him, your head resting on his shoulder. Your heavy sigh is soon overcome with tears and labored breathing. 
“Sorry,” you apologize once you get a hold of your tears. “I just haven’t been home in a while and seeing the house so empty and dark. I guess it hit me, she’s gone and dad’s all alone.”
“I understand,” Taehyung says with his hand rubbing your back. “I’m sure it can’t be easy being away from him, especially now.”
“I know I should come back more, but being home without her there. I just can’t, Tae!” You sob, burying your face in his chest. Taehyung holds you, his fingers running through your hair as he kisses the top of your head. 
“Let it out, doll. I’ve got you.” His words are reassuring as you cry in his arms. You don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve cried it out but now you’re feeling somewhat better. 
Once you’ve calmed down enough, and you’ve washed your face, Taehyung offers you some melted ice cream. 
“Oops,” you say, realizing you’ve ruined his dessert. 
“No big deal,” Taehyung shrugs. He opens the freezer to pull out your favorite flavor instead. “Mom went shopping.”
“She’s the best!” You exclaim when Taehyung sets the container on the counter, getting two clean bowls out of the cabinet. 
“You scoop and I’ll wash this one,” he tells you. You easily agree, wanting nothing more than to dig into your ice cream, and maybe, just maybe, Mrs. Kim has also gotten some Magic Shell. 
“Oh, wait,” Taehyung rushes to the pantry, pulling out a chocolate sauce that hardens when it gets cold. 
“Fuck, I love your mom!” You cheer as you put the container of ice cream in the freezer and Taehyung pops open the bottle. 
“Hey!” He protests. “I’m the one who snuck this into the shopping cart!”
“You still hide it under the boxes of cereal when she’s ringing up?” You ask, pouring a good amount of chocolate syrup on your ice cream before handing it over to Tae. 
“I learned from the best,” he jokes as he pours some over his ice cream, closing the lid on the bottle and placing it back in the pantry. 
“I used to sneak so many snacks that way,” you chuckle. “Hell, I still do it when I grocery shop with Hoseok. He’s a real stickler about sweets.”
“Do you enjoy living with him?” Taehyung asks curiously. He carries both your bowls to the living room, making sure you’re comfortable with your throw blanket over your lap before he hands the bowl over to you. 
“Thanks.” You swipe a bit of chocolate from your spoon, popping it in your mouth before answering his question. “I enjoy it. He’s my best friend and we get along really well. It’s like having a piece of home with me always.”
Ouch. That hurts, Taehyung thinks. 
“Have you two ever thought about dating?” Taehyung pries. 
“We do date,” you answer him, not quite sure what he’s getting at. 
Taehyung chuckles and shakes his head. “No.”
“Oh!” You gasp. “Like each other?”
“Yes.”
“Oh no! That would never work out,” you answer simply, scooping ice cream into your mouth. 
“Why not?” Taehyung asks curiously, moving his ice cream around his bowl and making a mess, much like Jungkook would. 
“Aren’t you ever the Nosy-Rosy,” you tease. “Hoseok and I wouldn't work. He’s a total flirt and his feelings are tied up in someone and I’m in lo-”
Taehyung raises a brow. 
“It wouldn’t work,” You shrug. You busy yourself with putting your show back on, but see your favorite Christmas movie and turn that on instead. 
“So if not Hobi, is anyone else keeping you in that city?” Taehyung knows he shouldn’t pry too much, but he’s got his heart on his sleeve and he’s ready to risk it all for you. He hasn’t been a saint while you two have been apart, but he’s still in love with you, still wants you and everything the two of you promised each other all those nights in between kisses and wild dreams for the future. He’s finally at a place where he can give it to you all if you’d just say the word. 
“I’m gonna need a refill if you’re gonna try to get info out of me, babe.” you shove your bowl into his chest and he grins. He ignores your slip of the tongue, though his heart is pounding in his chest, blood rushing in his ears and he wonders if he’s heard you correctly. 
“Using me for ice cream,” he clicks his tongue. “Just like old times.”
“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” You call after him. 
“Yeah, yeah!” he calls back, feigning annoyance as he gets to the kitchen to make you a second bowl. 
When he hands it to you, you dig right in, moaning around the spoon. “Fuck, this is so good.”
“You got your ice cream, now spill,” he pouts as he gets under the blanket with you. His cold feet meet your warm ones and you send a glare his way. 
“Fine, but you spill after,” you compromise. He nods in agreement as he scoops ice cream from his own bowl. 
“No, I’ve dated here and there, but nothing concrete. People are assholes.” you shudder at memories of some men you’ve gone on dates with. From being rude to staff to wolf-whistling other girls in front of you. You were over it. 
“How about you?” You turn to look Taehyung in the eye and he shrugs. 
“Mostly hookups here and there. I’m not out smashing everyone I see, but I’ve had a few flings,” he says as he eats the last of his ice cream. 
“You’ve been flinging?” You tease. 
“I’ve been flung,” he answers with a laugh. “Not as much as you may imagine. Maybe five people after you.”
You’re surprised by his honesty but nod as you focus on your ice cream, suddenly becoming more interesting than your conversation. Taehyung takes your bowl and washes them after you’re done, joining you back on the couch and under the blanket when he returns. 
The two of you chat throughout the movie, playing another nostalgic favorite until the front door opens and Jungkook’s voice fills the living room. 
“Alright! I need all four hands where I can see them! You know the rules!” Jungkook shouts as he walks into the living room, startling you both. 
“They’re no fun, all hands are visible,” Jimin pouts as he sits on the arm of the couch. 
“You guys are so boring,” Yoongi huffs a laugh as he’s followed by a tipsy Hoseok. 
“What are you two doing?”
“Were you doing it?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. 
“No!” You shout, appalled. 
“Damn,” Jungkook giggles. “Did we interrupt?”
“I doubt Barbie would be getting down with The Santa Clause on screen,” Hoseok chuckles, leaning heavily on Yoongi for support. 
“Well, actually,” Jimin starts, a glint of mischief in his pretty brown eyes. 
“Not a word, Min!” You shove him off the couch and he clatters onto the floor, cackling for the entire neighborhood to hear. 
“Santa?” Taehyung asks with a smirk. “Didn’t think you’d be into that.”
“I’m not!” Your protest falls on deaf ears as Jimin rises to his feet, latching onto his boyfriend to lead him upstairs, where his laughter can still be heard. 
“Alright, I’m going to bed,” you announce. 
“I’d stay in Alea’s room,” Yoongi warns. “He drank more than he should have and will probably throw up.”
“Ew!”
“Hey!” Hobi shouts, unable to control his volume. “You’ve come home worse.”
“I’ve got you,” Yoongi sighs. “Come on.”
You watch Yoongi take your inebriated friend down the steps, shaking your head before turning back to the TV. 
“Whelp! Jimin ruined this.” You giggle as you shut the TV off and yawn. 
“Wanna go to bed?” Taehyung asks and you nod. 
You head to Alea’s bedroom, grab a change of clothes and take a shower before going back to her room. Taehyung is sitting on her bed when you return, a towel wrapped around your head. 
“What’s up?” You ask him as you release your hair from the towel. 
“Just wondering if you wanted to finish the second season of that show or maybe watch a movie until my parents get home?” He bites his lip out of nervousness, but you nod. What did you have to lose? After all, you’d already spent the majority of the day with him anyway, and you had agreed to be friends for the next few days. 
You quickly dry your hair before heading to his bedroom. He’s got his TV on and ready, your favorite blanket of his on the bed, and some snacks on the nightstand. 
You settle into his bed under the blanket, eyes feeling heavy as he puts on a movie and gets in bed beside you. You watch the first few minutes of the movie before you’re both asleep, heads leaning against each other and soft snores escaping your lips. 
~
TUESDAY DECEMBER 21
“You’re sure she was home last night?” Hoseok asks Yoongi for the ninth time since he’s been awake. 
“I’m sure,” Yoongi hisses in response. That hiss is the first thing Taehyung hears when he wakes up. He yawns, trying to stretch, but finds out he’s wrapped up in his blanket. He goes to push it off him and then his eyes widen in shock when he sees your face in his chest and your arm draped across his ribs. 
Fuck, you’d fallen asleep a short while into the movie. 
Taehyung is careful as he untangles himself from the bed. Quietly he goes to his bedroom door, opening it slowly to come face to face with Yoongi and Hoseok. 
Both men look at him apologetically. “Shit, we didn’t mean to wake you.”
“What’s going on?”
“Barbs is missing,” Yoongi explains. 
Hoseok swats his shoulder. “Don’t call her that. She hates it.”
“She didn’t sleep with us and she’s not in Alea’s room,” Yoongi explains further. 
“And she’s not with Jimin and Jungkook or on the couch. I’m about to go next door and see if she’s there instead. Maybe she got nostalgic and wanted to be in her own room,” Hobi sighs as he cards a hand through his hair, a worried frown on his lips. 
Taehyung bites his lip. “She’s in here.”
“She’s what?” Hoseok hisses, shoving Taehyung out of the way immediately, bulldozing into the bedroom. 
Just like Taehyung had said, you were fast asleep in his bed, wrapped up in his blanket and hugging his pillow in his absence. 
“Y’all fucked?” Yoongi asks sniffing the air. 
“No!” Taehyung is quick to shut that down. “And quit sniffing! You’re gonna wake her.”
“A semi-truck wouldn’t wake her,” Yoongi scoffs. 
“I’ll wake her up,” Hoseok says with a wave of his hand. “You’ve gotta be gentle.”
“I’ll do it. She’s in my bed,” Taehyung states as he stands beside Hoseok. 
“Gentle,” Hoseok stresses. “You can’t surprise her.”
“I can wake up my friend without warnings,” Taehyung scoffs. Hoseok rolls his eyes. “You’ve been friends for twenty-four hours, Romeo. Listen to your elders.”
“Let him do it. I wanna watch,” Yoongi sneers as he leans against the door frame.
Taehyung ignores both of his friends. Instead, he leans over you and shakes you, calling your name a few times. 
You wake with a start, throwing a mean right hook right onto Taehyung’s chin. 
Taehyung gasps and curses, feeling blood spill from his lip where one of your knuckles grazed him. 
“Told ya!” Hoseok sings while Yoongi cackles. 
“I taught her that.”
“You must be so proud,” Taehyung spits as he lifts his shirt to dab at the blood spilling from the cut on his lip. 
“I am actually,” Yoongi beams with pride. 
Taehyung rolls his eyes while Hoseok shoves him aside. He gets on the bed and gently shakes you, calling your name. “Come on, beautiful. We’ve gotta get up. There’s a ton to do today, my love.”
Slowly you open your eyes, yawning as Hoseok coos until you’re rubbing your eyes. 
“What’s going on?”
“You fell asleep in Tae’s bed and punched him.” Yoongi fills you in with a cackle. 
Your eyes lock onto Taehyung’s, an apology already on your lips. “You tried to wake me?”
Taehyung nods. 
“Oops! I wake up throwing punches thanks to Yoongi. If I get scared, I throw punches first, ask questions later.” You inform him. 
“My little boxer,” Yoongi grins. “We gotta get you in the ring with Kookie. Maybe you can get a few in before he cheats.”
“My money’s on Kook.” Hoseok smiles. “Sorry, doll.”
“Same,” you agree, sighing. “I haven’t been practicing.”
“Anyway, busy day,” Hoseok states again, helping you out of bed and leading you urgently out of Tae’s room. 
“We’ll see you later,” Yoongi waves before following you to Alea’s room. 
Taehyung has no choice but to watch you leave. 
~
“What was that?” Hoseok is immediately grilling you when you shut the door. 
“What was what?” Your confusion is obvious on your face. 
“That!” Hoseok exclaims. “You were in bed together!”
“Sleeping,” you furrow your brows. “Nothing happened.”
“You cuddled!” Yoongi shouts, and you clamp your hand over his big mouth. 
“We just slept. We were gonna watch a movie and I guess I fell asleep.”  
“Oh, the old movie and sleep play, nice,” Yoongi rolls his eyes.
“It was innocent!”
“It was horny!” Hoseok gasps. 
“It may have been a little horny,” you squeak. “He smelled so good! Okay, but nothing happened. We slept, and I drooled on his pillow a little and he admitted to having like five hookups after we broke up and I’m still utterly in love with him!”
“Oof!” Yoongi chuckles. “Bring it down, you want him to know?!”
“No! I’m just, ahhh!” You shout.
Hoseok bites back a smile. “So you’ve made progress.”
“I didn’t come here to make progress. I came here for a wedding!”
“We all came here for a wedding, doll.” Yoongi chimes in. “But I think a few of us are getting a little more than we bargained for.”
You find it odd that he’s not looking at you and suddenly Hoseok is red in the face and sweating. 
“Anyway, let me get ready and I’ll meet you downstairs. You can fill in Alea, but nobody else!” You point a sharp finger at them and they nod, saluting you as they leave you to get dressed. 
You rest your back against the shut door wondering what you’ve gotten yourself into. 
~
“We need outfits for the rehearsal,” Hoseok informs Alea once you’re done with her errands. 
“You didn’t get a dress?” She asks, looking at you with a frown. 
“No, I’m sorry! My boss was being a total ass once I turned in my notice,” you frown, breathing in and out a few times to calm yourself. 
“Okay, I know a place we can get you a dress, and then I’ll see if Taehyung can get Hoseok something,” Alea suggests. 
“Why don’t you have him meet us at the mall?” Yoongi suggests and Alea brightens. 
“That’s a wonderful idea. Do you mind?” Alea asks you, knowing that despite recent developments the two of you were still trying to get along.
“No problem. I’m sure he’ll be of help,” you assure her. Alea nods in excitement, immediately calling Tae and asking him to meet at the mall as soon as possible. 
You sit back in your seat, listening to Hoseok singing Christmas carols once again and you can only pray the afternoon isn’t a complete disaster. 
~
“Alea!” Taehyung calls, waving his arm in the air. He’s donned sunglasses and a beanie and for a moment you remember he’s an international supermodel. Whoops!
“Hey! We’ve got a mission,” Alea says, leading the group to a mall map nearby. “These are the stores we’re hitting and if we find nothing, I know a few boutiques around town that may have something.”
“I can just borrow something from Jimin or Yoongi,” Hoseok offers. 
“Not a chance! We need something new for the two of you. We’re all taking photos,” Alea takes off in direction of the first store and the four of you follow. 
“This one isn’t fitting right,” you complain as you come out of the dressing room. The sleeve falls over your shoulder and you hold the material to your chest while clasping the back of it. “I hate it.”
“We’ve been to three shops already,” Yoongi whines. “We’re not gonna find anything here.”
“We found Hoseok a suit. We just need a button-down shirt and tie.” 
“Just wait for Tae to come back. Maybe he’s got something for you two?” Alea pleads and you give in before going back into the dressing room. 
Shortly there’s a knock on the door, and you’re peeking your head out. 
Taehyung hands you a dress in a deep purple with silver details on the sweetheart neckline. “Try this one on, doll.”
“Thanks. If this works out, then you’re my savior. I’m tired of trying dresses on,” you pout, taking the dress and shutting the door. 
“I do live to make dreams come true,” Taehyung giggles. 
“Hm, I doubt that,” Hoseok scoffs. Taehyung flips him off, handing him a dress shirt and shoving him into the dressing room beside you. “Try that on and shut your trap.”
Alea and Yoongi leave the immediate area, searching for backups in case Taehyung’s picks don’t fit well or aren’t what any of you are looking for. Taehyung, however, is confident with his selections. After all, fashion was his business. 
“Taehyung! Come in here!” Hoseok calls and in his hurry to help, Taehyung opens the first door he sees, and unfortunately, it’s yours. 
“Ahhh!” You scream, startled. Fortunately, you’re dressed so Taehyung doesn’t get a peek. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you place a hand over your heart as you calm down. 
“Sorry, I thought this was Hoseok’s,” Taehyung is quick to apologize, his face heating with embarrassment.
“No worries,” you breathe. “I was dressed. What do you think?”
You step out of the dressing room, twirling for Taehyung, and he’s breathless. You’re certainly a sight to behold. The dress hugs your body just right, accentuating every bit of you that draws the eye and you adore it. 
“You look marvelous,” Taehyung says honestly, licking his lips as he takes you in. He wishes he could touch your skin, plant kisses on your shoulders, and leave love bites on the curve of your neck. “Beautiful.”
You turn to face Taehyung, his eyes locked on yours. He reaches forward to push a lock of your hair behind your ear, and for a moment you fall into the past. You know what’s coming; you hope for it as his gaze intensifies and his eyes grow hooded. You lean into his touch, breath caught in your throat as he leans forward, his pretty lips just a millimeter from your own. 
“Did this ding dong really open your door?” Hoseok huffs as he pushes his door open after having finished buttoning up his shirt
The two of you jump in surprise, putting distance between you as Hoseok comes into view. You try to act normal but your chest is heaving and so is Taehyung’s. 
“What’s going on between you?” Hoseok looks at you and then at Taehyung with a raised brow. 
“N-nothing,” Taehyung stutters. Fuck, he thinks. Hoseok knows that’s his tell. 
“Uh-huh. I’ll let it slide 'cause I wanna go home but you two are acting suspicious. ” Hoseok claims as he turns to look at you, smiling. 
“Well, don’t you look absolutely gorgeous! Spin for me, babe! Let’s see those curves,” Hoseok motions for you to spin and Taehyung could kiss him when you turn to show your back. Hey, Taehyung can appreciate the human body and more so when it’s yours.
“We’re getting that dress!” Alea cheers as she approaches with Yoongi in tow. “You look fantastic!”
“Doesn’t she?!” Hoseok is nodding. Uncaring that his shirt has gone unnoticed, he’d rather go home so he’ll purchase it, anyway. It’s not his wedding day after all. 
“Turn around,” Alea demands and you do so. Again, Taehyung is thanking his lucky stars as your ass comes into view and he steps away, turning to fan his face. 
“Do not get a boner right now,” he grits, inhaling and exhaling a few times before you’re heading back into the dressing room to change into your clothing. 
Alea and Hoseok discuss where to get dinner, but her mother calls and asks you all to come home to eat. After Hoseok changes and you pay for your dress, you pile into Alea’s car to go home. 
Taehyung sticks around the mall after you’re gone. He looks around one shop, looking at all the jewelry in the cases before spotting a cute snowflake necklace. It would be a perfect gift for Christmas, maybe by then, the two of you could actually call each other friends… Perhaps more.
~
WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 22
The day has escaped you for the most part. You’ve been in and out of nail salons, meeting with makeup artists, and shopping for shoes and accessories for your dress. 
Hoseok tagged along for most of it but around lunch time he got picked up by Yoongi and left. You hadn’t heard a peep from either of them in hours. 
Now, you were sitting in Jungkook’s room with Jimin and Taehyung, both of who occupied the bed on either side of you. Namjoon had strolled in, taking a seat on the floor as Jungkook and Taehyung played some game on the TV. 
Jimin and you had been giggling beside each other, watching TikToks on your phone while you waited for dinner plans. 
“I’ve got to meet Seokjin for dinner,” Namjoon sighs after a while. “More family is flying in and I don’t know if I should be happy they’re all here for Christmas or annoyed that they’re all here for Christmas.”
“It could be worse,” you shrug. “He could have picked a different wedding date, and you’d have to see them twice instead of all at once.”
Namjoon ponders your words for a few seconds. “You know what? You’re right. Thank you, Seokjin.”
You giggle, hugging him goodbye when he’s ready to leave. Jungkook barely blinks as Namjoon departs and Taehyung isn’t much better beside him. You stretch out your foot, bumping Taehyung. 
“I’m hungry,” you whine. 
“Eat,” he responds, and you huff, kicking his knee. 
“But I’m a guest. Aren’t you supposed to feed me? Do you want me telling mom none of you fed me?”
Jungkook stiffens. “Time for dinner!”
You smirk. “Thank you, Kookie, I knew I could count on you. My favorite Kim brother.”
“Hey!” Taehyung protests. “What about me?!”
“What about you?” Jungkook cackles as he throws his controller and throws himself over you and Jimin. 
“I’ve always been the favorite Kim!” Taehyung guffaws, jokingly. 
“That was before. Now it’s Kookie. He’s gonna feed me,” you giggle. 
“I gave you ice cream the other day!”
“But what are you feeding me right now?”
Silence.
“Exactly,” you click your tongue. “Nothing.”
“Come on!” Jimin grunts as he pushes his muscular boyfriend off your lap. “Let’s eat before I have to listen to you two fighting all night.”
“Food! Food! Food!” Jungkook chants as he climbs off the bed with Jimin. 
You get up, followed by Taehyung, and head down the stairs. You pile into the living room, debating what to order while Jimin picks out a movie to watch. 
Once your food is ordered, you curl up on one end of the couch while Taehyung flops down beside you. Jimin and Jungkook take the recliner and you coo at them. 
“We’ve got a busy day tomorrow,” you groan. 
“Every day has been a busy day,” Jimin pouts. He turns to Jungkook. “When we get married, let’s elope on the beach somewhere.”
“Deal,” Jungkook sticks his pinkie out for Jimin to make a promise. He does so. 
“I don’t blame you. This whole wedding thing is a hassle. I don’t think I could handle the stress,” you say as you pull the blanket over you and Taehyung. 
“I thought you wanted a big wedding?” Taehyung asks curiously. He refrains from saying, “at least you did when we were together.” 
“I don’t know. It’s just a lot,” you sigh giddily. “Having to plan everything and making sure nothing goes wrong. I don’t think I could handle it.”
“You could get a wedding planner,” Jimin suggests. 
“And where am I getting the groom?” You roll your eyes playfully. Taehyung places his hand on your knee beneath the blanket and for a second you freeze, turning to face him.  
However, Jungkook is quick to ruin save the moment by saying, “I hear Tinder’s a good place.”
You burst out laughing, shaking your head at the youngest. “What do you know about Tinder?”
“I know men send unsolicited dick pics,” Jungkook gags. “No, thanks.”
“Yeah, unfortunately, that part’s right,” You shudder. 
“You have a Tinder?” Jimin smiles from ear to ear. 
“I deleted it!”
“You’re no fun,” Jimin huffs, kissing Jungkook’s cheek as the doorbell rings announcing the arrival of your food 
“Kook! Come help me with this!” Jimin calls and Jungkook is quick to rise to his feet to help his boyfriend. 
You’re left alone with Taehyung, his hand still on your knee and he squeezes it once before releasing it. 
“For what it’s worth, I always pictured you as my bride,” he whispers before he’s rising from his seat and heading to the kitchen to help Jimin and Jungkook. 
You’re left in silence, mind whirling a million miles a minute, trying to process his words before heat flushes across your cheeks and your heart flutters like the wings of a hummingbird. 
Maybe, just maybe, Taehyung still held romantic feelings for you. 
~
THURSDAY DECEMBER 23
“He said what ?” Hoseok and Yoongi ask at the same time. Yoongi could barely contain himself from spitting out his drink. 
“That’s what he said! Don’t make me repeat it! I’m already overthinking it,” you whine in annoyance. The first thing you did this morning was climb out of bed without waking Alea and now you were confiding in your best friends. And they were in awe just like you had been. Perhaps you should have told Alea, but she had enough on her plate without you dragging her into this “will they or won’t they” debacle you had going on with her brother. 
“He still loves you,” Hoseok blurts. 
Yoongi smacks him. 
“What? You don’t say something like that and not love the person. She’s not an idiot!” Hoseok defends. 
“Do love him?” Yoongi asks you seriously. He wouldn’t meddle but he did want to know. 
“I do. I know we’re grown now and we’re different from who we were and I don’t want to confuse these feelings for past ones but we’ve been getting close this week and I think there could be something there. Am I in way over my head? Should I put some distance between us?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Gee, thanks, guys. Glad I came to you for help,” you scoff with a roll of your eyes. 
“Look, we just want what’s best for you. We don’t want you getting hurt. Remember, we were both there for you when you broke up and it crushed us to see you both struggling. Hoseok went with you and I stayed to be with Taehyung,” Yoongi admits. 
Hoseok nods, his hand lacing with Yoongi’s. 
No! Your eyes widen and tears pool in your eyes. 
“Please tell me you didn’t!” You gasp, a sob escaping you. 
“We thought it would be for the best,” Hoseok states as he pulls you toward them to hug you. 
“Oh, Hobi!” You wrap your arms around his neck, sobbing into his shoulder. Yoongi pats your back before you launch yourself at him. “I don’t deserve either of you. How could I not notice? And then you let me sleep in your bed! How could you! I was third wheeling for years!” 
“Yeahhhh,” Yoongi laughs. “But it’s what we decided. We love you all and we wanted to keep the group together. Which is why when you announced you could work from anywhere, we were hoping you’d be moving back into town.”
“And with that hope, we started looking for apartments just in case,” Hoseok admits nervously biting his lip. 
“I could kiss you!” You scream, throwing your arms around both of them. 
Yoongi raises a brow. 
“But I won’t!” You quickly state with a laugh. “Who else knows?”
“Just you, Jimin, and Jungkook. Those two caught us making out that night I came home drunk,” Hoseok shrugs. “We were making out on the front step.”
“That’s when I fell asleep in Taehyung’s bed. Did you plan that?”
“Nope,” Yoongi laughs. “You walked your sweet butt into his bed on your own.”
You groan, slapping a hand over your face. “I’ve got it bad for Kim Taehyung.”
“You can say that again!”
~
The afternoon crawls by slowly. The TV in the living room is taken up by the Kim’s family (both families) and guests with Seokjin and Alea at the center of attention, and Namjoon battling questions of “When is it your turn?”
Hoseok, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook have gone out on a double date with the offer extended to you but you declined, preferring to stay home and perhaps visit your dad. After all, you’d be going back home for a while once the wedding passed. 
“Doll?” Taehyung asks as he knocks gently on the door. He waits for you to invite him in before he steps inside his sister’s room. 
“What’s up, Tae?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to have a snack. I snuck some food from downstairs and I was gonna watch a movie. I was hoping you’d wanna join,” he bites his lip, his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans. 
“Sure,” you agree. You take your charger out of the outlet and pocket your phone before rising to your feet and following him to his bedroom. 
“I can’t stay all night,” you inform him once you climb into his bed. Taehyung nods as he shuts his bedroom door nearly all the way. 
“That’s fine. Stay as long as you’d like,” he offers you a cookie and some delicious-looking chocolate cake that makes your mouth water. 
“Please tell me this is your mom’s double chocolate cake with the chocolate ganache and hazelnut filling,” you nearly drool looking at it. 
Taehyung giggles. “It might be.”
“Shut up! This is the best cake ever!” You exclaim, making grabby hands at him as he hands you a thick slice of cake. You moan after the first bite and the second, wiggling in your spot as you devour the slice and even take half of Tae’s. 
“If I knew this would get you home, I’d have asked mom to tempt you with it,” he laughs once he sets the plates down on his nightstand. 
“It’s so good! I definitely missed it! I loved when she’d make it on my birthday.”
“Maybe she can make it next year,” Taehyung smiles as he scoots just a little bit closer. 
“Hopefully,” you agree with a nod, feeling butterflies swirl in your stomach. “Hopefully.”
~
A few hours pass before you’re checking the time on your phone and announce your need to depart. 
“Dad should be home any minute and I wanted to see him for a bit before things get more hectic around here,” you tell Taehyung as you get out of bed and pocket your phone. 
“Can I come with you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen your dad,” he admits sheepishly. 
You pause for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, okay. I’m sure he’d love to see Vogue’s newest model with four covers.”
Taehyung blushes. “It was actually six.”
“Six! Wow! You’re a total hottie, aren’t you?” You wink, taking his hand in yours before you can fluster him further. 
Taehyung can feel his pulse skyrocketing as you lead him down the stairs, letting his mother know the two of you will be next door with your father should she need either of you. She wishes you good luck and shuts the door after you before returning to her guests. 
Once you’re on the front porch, you’re just in time to see your father pulling into his driveway with a tree tied to the roof of his car. 
“Dad!” You call out to him as you approach with Taehyung in tow. 
Your dad gets out of his car with a grin. “Hey, sweetheart. Oh, and little Tae-Tae! I haven’t seen you in ages! How’s life on the runway?” 
“It’s good,” Taehyung grins. “Keeps me busy sometimes.”
“You do a damn good job. I got one of your covers on the coffee table,” your dad chuckles, and Taehyung blushes. 
“Dad!” You whine. 
“How about you help me get the tree in the house and we can liven the place up a little bit? I’ve been thinking it’s about time I get into the Christmas spirit again,” your dad says as he wraps you up in a hug. You hug him tightly, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill. 
“Of course, dad. Anything you need,” you squeeze him one last time before you’re wiping at your eyes and helping him and Taehyung with the tree. 
It takes a few minutes to get it set up in the home and you admire the beautiful tree. This house already feels like a home by a simple addition. You’re not entirely sure if you’ll be moving back to town much less back in with your dad but you hope he’ll open himself up to more people and maybe some new friends so he won’t be so lonely anymore. His world began and ended with your mother and though he still has you, you know how lonely it can feel to be alone, even with Hobi at your side. 
Taehyung helps your father get the decorations from the attic and slowly the three of you take out the ones so near and dear to your mother. While Taehyung wraps the Christmas lights around the tree, your father plays Christmas carols from his TV and you’re left to bake cookies in the oven. 
When those are done, you join your father and Taehyung in the living room. 
“This was the first ornament she made us,” your dad says as he holds up the clay ornament with his thumbprint and your mother’s in the shape of a heart, it has the date of their first Christmas engraved in it. 
A few more ornaments have special dates on them, one has an ultrasound of you, and another has your tiny little footprint. Your dad shows them to you proudly, recounting the stories that come with each one and the more obscure decorations. An armadillo from a mall in texas, a snake from the desert on their ruined honeymoon, and a hummingbird from the sale at the zoo on your first trip. Your father’s voice fills with joy at the memories, and Taehyung listens just as intently as you do, not knowing these stories at all. He almost feels like he’s intruding but your father never makes him feel that way. No, instead your father tells stories of your childhood, and how your mothers instantly clicked and you were begging to go play next door every single day until Mrs. Kim offered to watch you while your parents worked. 
You remember those days. Days spent in their backyard running around with Alea and Taehyung. Laughter bubbled from your chest as Taehyung tried to keep up with you two until Jungkook was old enough to help catch you. You remember the days out in the front lawn, covered in chalk and crying when your drawing got ruined by the afternoon rain, only for Taehyung to comfort you with ice cream and a sticky smile. You remember falling in love in the late summer evening with the wind in your hair and Taehyung in your eyes. His laughter always soothed you and his smile always left your heart skipping a beat when it was directed your way. From spilling juice boxes to spilling secrets, Taehyung was the one you’d confide in when things got rough and Alea wasn’t around. When you felt like your world was crumbling around you and he was the only one who could build it back up. 
When your eyes meet Taehyung’s, you’re aware he’s thinking the same. His hand reaches for yours and you gladly allow him to hold it. Your father smiles warmly but says nothing as he fakes a yawn and says he better get in bed. 
You hug him goodbye with Taehyung in tow, showing yourself out and standing on the front porch. 
“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” you thank him with a kiss to his cheek. Taehyung blushes, assuring you it was nothing as he looks upward with his bashfulness. It is then you follow his gaze and see the mistletoe hanging over your head, your father must have put that up there when you weren’t looking. It was a favorite of your mother’s, always kissing your father when he’d be standing under the threshold. 
“Oh, uh…” Taehyung is speechless. Cheeks rosy pink and mouth suddenly dry with nervousness. His awkward chuckle makes you smile as you lean forward and press your lips to his. 
Taehyung is in shock! He was not expecting you to make such a bold move and kiss him. He stands frozen for a second before his large hands cup your face, holding you close as he moves his lips in sync with yours. Old memories and feelings rise from the depths of your chest, bright and warm, and thrilling as you kiss on the front porch.  
Soft and slow your lips love together, never too rough or too sloppy. Taehyung has always been an amazing kisser, always drawing the softest of moans from your lips, always leaving you wanting more, craving more. Of him, of his touch, of his love… 
Taehyung is everything you’d ever want in a man.
~
Giggling, you somehow make it to his bedroom and past all the guests occupied in the kitchen and living room. Nobody bats an eye as you clamber up the stairs, stealing kisses and hushing each other until you’re stumbling into his bedroom, shutting the door after you and locking it to keep everyone out. 
Taehyung smiles before he’s kissing you again pressed to his bedroom door just like old times when the two of you would sneak away from gatherings for a few minutes alone. 
He tastes of cherry chapstick and sugar cookies, of warmth and familiarity as you tug on his t-shirt, bunching the red cotton material in your hands, wrinkling it before releasing him. Taehyung chuckles, easily tugging the shirt over his head to discard it on his bedroom floor. 
Part of him wonders if you’re both moving too fast but the other part of him knows this has been a long time coming. With a kiss, you’re silencing his doubts, hands running over his honeyed skin as a tingle runs down his spine. 
Taehyung holds your hips tightly, almost afraid you’ll disappear as you move to the bed, falling with him on top of you. 
Your hands make quick work of his pants, allowing him a moment to kick them off while you do the same, left in nothing but your shirt and underwear.  
Taehyung kisses you slowly, savoring every bit of your skin his lips touch, moaning when you arch into him and beg him for more. His name is a constant on your lips, curses spilling and thighs quivering when he settles between them.  
Your name escapes him in a soft moan that leaves your head spinning, his warm hands under your shirt, feeling the softness of your skin and for a moment he thinks back to all the promises he made about making you his , about making you a family . His cock throbs at the thought, hungry eyes focused on your hips as he bunches the shirt in his hands and helps you out of it. 
Your white bra welcomes him, a cute lacy thing with a clasp in the front that meets his teeth in his overeagerness to see your tits once again. He’s dreamed of this moment for years, dreamed of tasting you once again and as he tears the clasp open and your breasts spill out freely, Taehyung growls from deep in his chest and covers every bit of you in wet kisses. 
A manicured hand greets Taehyung’s curly locks. His mouth wrapped around a pert nipple, licking and flicking his tongue as he sucks it into his mouth just to hear you moan his name. Burning with desire, you tug on his hair begging for more as your panties grow wet with arousal. You’re rubbing against him, feeling the outline of his cock pressed to you as he continues to devour your tits in kisses and suckles that make your head spin. 
Taehyung is not shy about leaving his mark behind though he’s courteous enough to leave it only in places he will be able to see. After all, the wedding rehearsal is tomorrow and the wedding the day after. Alea would gut him like a fish if she saw your skin when he was done with you. 
No, instead he kisses his way down the valley of your breasts, teeth nipping at the skin, hands feeling very inch of softness beneath his palms. His cock throbs and drools pre-cum in his boxers, rutting into the mattress in search of relief but finds none. 
However, he’s not deterred in the slightest. He knows once he’s got you bare, he’ll get a taste of that sweet pussy he’s been missing all these years and that alone is enough. 
“Taehyung,” you moan as his teeth nip your skin once again. He smirks, licking his lips as he meets your gaze. 
“That’s it, baby. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” his saccharine tone makes your thighs press together, too eager and too wet to think of much else as he grips your panties with his teeth and tugs. 
“Fuck!” You gasp as he tugs them down your legs, tossing them to the other side of the bed before he’s grabbing your legs and pulling you toward him with your knees over his broad shoulders. 
“Play with your tits for me, doll.” He commands as he presses kisses up one thigh and down the other, decorating them beautifully with his lips and tongue. You flush when you see the hunger in his eyes, intent on devouring you. If only you knew how long he’s been waiting for this moment…
Taehyung doesn’t waste much time, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds and a guttural moan escaping him upon getting the first taste. Like a man starved, he goes in for seconds and thirds, adding two of his fingers into the mix while his tongue circles your clit. 
“Tae! Fuck, please,” you’re unsure of what you’re begging for but your thighs tremble in his hold as he dives in again, lips wrapped around your clit. His fingers curl inside you while you try to squeeze his head with your lush thighs.
“That’s it, love. Don’t be afraid to let go,” he says, licking his lips as his thumb rubs your clit. He still knows your body like the back of his hand, knows how much pressure and what actions will get you to combust . He’s not surprised when you grip the sheets, your other hand in his mess of curls as you bite your lip to stifle the moans he so greedily earned. 
Your cunt clenches around his fingers, milking them as your high hits and Taehyung is quick to muffle your scream with a kiss. His tongue meets yours and you relax beneath him once you’ve orgasmed, kissing him deeply and not ever wanting to come up for air but unfortunately you do. 
Taehyung slowly pulls his soaked fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his lips. He makes sure you’re watching when he slips them into his mouth, licking each digit clean before sucking your juices completely off them. With a lewd pop! he releases them, smiling smugly when you’re licking your lips. 
Not wanting to waste a moment, you kiss him again, tasting yourself on his tongue as your hand cups his erection over his boxers. 
“Take these off, Tae. I wanna feel you,” you whisper in between kisses. Taehyung is quick to take them off, kicking them over the edge of the bed as you spit in your hand before wrapping it around him. You collect pre-cum on your thumb, using it to smear around the head of his cock while you stroke him. His forehead falls on your shoulder, a whimper escaping him as he admits, “I’ve missed this. I’ve thought of you every single night since you left.”
“Tae,” you say his name in response but he shushes you. “Later. I promise. We’ll talk later.”
With a nod you agree, kissing him again as you spread your legs for him once again. He kisses his way to your neck, his hand over yours as he rubs the head of his cock against your folds, collecting your arousal on his dick before rubbing your clit with it. You sigh heavenly, so sweet and blissful before he’s even inside you and it makes him that much harder. 
“I love you,” he mouths at the same time your eyes squeeze shut when he sinks in. Your manicured nails dig into his back as the air is knocked out of your lungs. How could you have forgotten how big and thick he was? You moan, biting into his shoulder as the stretch rattles you to the very core but you welcome him in any way. 
“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking tight,” he curses, kissing any bit of you within reach as you take his cock like a champ. You hug him tightly, exhaling when he finally bottoms out and you bury your face in the crook of his neck. 
“I forgot how fucking big your stupid dick is,” you admit with a strangled laugh. Taehyung chuckles, apologizing with a kiss. 
“You forgot, baby?” Taehyung teases, pulling out a bit, just to slam back into you to take your breath away. 
“Shit, Tae. Oh, fuck,” you groan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Fuck, baby. I-I don’t know how I could have ever forgotten. Best dick I’ve ever had hands down.”
Taehyung smirks. “That’s right, baby. Mine’s the only dick you need, huh?”
“Yes,” you gasp as he pulls out again and slams back into you. He laughs at your reaction, one hand on the bed beside your head and the other gripping your chin.
“Look at me,” he says your name with such intensity, you swear you almost come. Fuck, he’s ruining you and he hasn’t even gotten started yet. 
His thumb traces your lips and you allow him to do so before you’re wrapping your lips around him, licking the flat of his thumb before releasing him. Taehyung growls, eyes dark and filled with lust as he kisses you, hips rolling against yours as he sets a steady pace that has you both trying to muffle your moans. 
Taehyung bites down on your breast, taking a hard nipple into his mouth while you drag your nails down the length of his back. Your pussy tightens around him, lost in intense pleasure as your head falls back into the pillows, his name on your lips as your thighs tremble around his hips. 
“I’ve missed this, baby. I’ve missed you so much,” he admits in between mind-numbing thrusts that leave you seeing stars behind your eyes. 
Your fingers lace with his, moaning softly as you feel your body building to its high from deep inside you. Warmth pools deep in your abdomen, your breathing grows heavy and you’re struggling to contain your moans. 
“I missed you too, Tae. So much. You’re the only one I’ve been able to think about. Don’t want anybody else but you,” you admit in the heat of the moment and that seems to set him off. 
Taehyung growls, hungrily kissing you as you both rock against each other, moans muffled by the other’s lips until you’re finally cumming around his cock, creaming around it just like he loves so much. 
He moans your name into your skin, face buried in your neck as his thrusts falter and his moans grow whinier. 
“Come for me, Tae. Fuck me full of your cum, baby. I want to have all of you, please ,” you beg and Taehyung is only happy to oblige. He moans your name, crying it out into your shoulder as pleasure courses through his body and his cock pulses inside you, cumming deep within you and moaning with each spurt that’s released. 
“Fuck me,” he sighs as he finishes. Hair matted to his forehead with sweat and a small smile on the corner of his lips. “Fuck.”
You giggle as he rolls off you, panting. 
Taehyung is immediately wrapped around you, planting kisses on your cheek, lips, and neck. He doesn’t want to let you go, afraid if he does then it’ll all be a dream. 
You place your hand over his, lacing your fingers with his. You smile as you look at him, and your heart flutters in your chest. 
“I missed you,” you admit, tracing circles on the back of his hand. 
“I missed you too, baby. I meant it when I said you were the only one I ever thought about. I flew home the second Alea said you’d be coming for the wedding.” Taehyung is bashful with his confession but you find him endearing. 
“I’m sorry for what I said that night.” You swallow thickly as you sit up, knowing you have to say something or it’ll continue eating you up inside. 
“I should have gone with you or something but I was so hurt. Everyone knew except me and I was so mad at you,” you explain with a frown. “I didn’t want to lose you and I did, anyway. I’m sorry, Tae. I didn’t mean it.”
“Hey,” Taehyung is quick to wipe your tears away. “Don’t cry, baby. I should have told you when I found out but I knew you’d be upset. I wanted you to come with me but you had college and I couldn’t have supported us in Paris. Not right off the bat, anyway.”
“We could have figured it out, but I never gave us a fighting chance,” you sigh. 
“Maybe or maybe we would have broken up somehow. We can’t be fixated on the what-ifs, baby. I'm here now and so are you. I’ve made a name for myself and I can give you everything you could possibly need. I just want you in my life again. I was miserable without you.”
“I just want you, Tae. Nobody compares to you, nobody even comes close.”
“Stay with me tonight. Just stay and once the wedding is over we can talk it all out, okay?”
“Okay,” you agree, kissing Taehyung on the cheek before snuggling into his side. You know you should get up and go to the bathroom to get cleaned up but you feel so safe and warm in his embrace, you decide to hold off a little longer but before you know it, you’re fast asleep with the love of your life wrapped around you.
~
FRIDAY DECEMBER 24
Morning comes sooner than you’d like. You try to keep your eyes shut to cling to the last bit of sleep knowing you have a busy day ahead of you but you can’t be arsed to leave the warmth of your bed. 
“Baby, wake up,” you groan at the soft voice, your hand shooting out from under the sheet to shut them up. A deep chuckle rumbles under you and you open your eyes with alarm. 
“Good morning,” Taehyung whispers and last night’s events come rushing to you. You’re still naked in his bed and the morning sun is just rising over the horizon and peeking through the cracks in his curtains. 
“Five more minutes,” you whine. 
“No more minutes,” he snorts. “We need to sneak you out of here.”
“Tae, we don’t have to sneak around like teenagers anymore. We’re grownups now, remember?” 
Taehyung laughs quietly. “Yeah, but unless you want Alea to lose her mind over us, we need to get you out of here.”
You groan. You hate when he’s right. 
“How much time do we have?” 
“I’d say about thirty minutes,” Taehyung answers. You nod, turning to him and kissing him, morning breath be damned. Taehyung is taken by surprise but kisses you eagerly, moaning when your hand wraps around his semi-hard cock until it’s hard in your hand. 
“Doll,” he murmurs in between kisses. “We need to hurry.”
“Just a quickie, Tae. I promise it’ll be fast. I just want to feel you inside me again. Want to think about you all day,” you moan as you straddle his hips, your wet cunt grinding against his cock. Taehyung curses, nodding as he holds your hips. You line his cock up at your entrance, taking every inch of him with a whine and a cry of his name. 
“Fuck, love.” Taehyung rasps, head thrown back into the pillows as your warmth envelops him. “Ride my cock, baby. Please.”
His soft pleas are all you need to ride him, ignoring the burn in your thighs as your nails dig into his chest. You lean down to connect your lips, kissing him passionately as you bounce on his dick. He’s so deep, so fucking deep and it makes your head spin. You do your best to muffle your moans by biting your lip, but it gets harder as he grabs your hips and lifts his to meet yours with each of his thrusts. 
Taehyung’s eyes are focused on your bouncing tits, sitting up on an elbow to take one pert nipple into his mouth, teeth tugging gently as you lose yourself to the pleasure. Your nails dig into his chest, dragging down to his abdomen as your pussy tightens around him. So close.
Just like you promised, it doesn’t take much longer until you’re clenching around him, muffling your screams of pleasure in his chest as you come. Taehyung is close behind, biting back moans as he cums inside you once again.  
You fall boneless on his chest, panting.
“Fuck, I could go for more but I’m afraid I’d end up split open at the hospital.”
Taehyung cackles, shaking his head as he runs his fingers through your hair. “You’re ridiculous, baby.”
“I’m honest,” you stick your tongue out at him before climbing off. Your muscles ache as you groan with each step you take to collect your clothing. 
“I wish you could stay,” Tae pouts from his spot on the bed. 
“Me too but we can talk on Sunday. We’ll have plenty of time,” you assure him as you finish getting dressed. You plant a kiss on his lips before you’re opening his bedroom door. You stick your head out into the hallway, only hearing his parents talking downstairs before you head to the bathroom to start the shower. You figure you can run to your room in a robe or towel after. Maybe you’ll be lucky enough and won’t wake Alea while looking for clothes. 
~
“What the fuck is that?!” Hoseok gasps as he walks into Alea’s room without knocking.
“Hoseok!” You screech, shutting the door after him. 
“Bitch! You’re covered in hickeys from the tits down!”
“Do you not have a mute setting?! Do you want Taehyung’s parents to find out he’s a cannibal!”
“TAEHYUNG?!?!” Ooh, you could strangle Hobi.
“Will you shut the fuck up?! My god,” you huff, covering his mouth with your hand. Hoseok takes a minute to calm down before he pulls your hand off his face. 
“You and Tae fucked? When? How?”
“Yes, last night and this morning. Missionary and cowgirl,” you answered each of his questions and he grimaced.
“Ew! No, I meant how did it happen not how you took his dick. Damn bitch,” Hoseok shakes his head and you giggle. 
“We were at my house setting up Christmas decorations and we ended up under the mistletoe and we kissed,” you gush. 
“So how did a mistletoe kiss end with you taking Tae’s monster cock?”
“Don't call it that, you dork,” you roll your eyes. “I don’t know. I mean, we got back home, and we kept kissing. He said he missed me and we fucked.”
“So what happens now?”
“We’re gonna get through the wedding and talk on Sunday. We don’t want Alea or anyone getting their hopes up. You just don’t know how to knock,” you huff. 
Hoseok holds his hands up in surrender. “I was just coming to tell you to hurry. How was I supposed to know Taehyung was a vampire? Sucking on your body like you’re his last meal and shit,” Hoseok tsks. 
“Shut up! It was so good, too. I forgot how good he fucks me.” you sigh dreamily, the ache between your thighs making itself noticeable. 
Hobi chuckles. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes now that you’ve gotten some dick? Tone it down though, or someone might suspect.”
“Thanks, Seok. I’ll keep that in mind. Now, can you leave so I can get dressed?”
“Ooh, sure thing. Come on, Barbie. Let’s go party!”
“Ooh-oh! Ohh-oh!”
~
Music fills the reception hall as you step inside. You’ve gotten a ride with Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi. 
Alea and Seokjin are greeting guests at the entrance. You’ve rehearsed your walk for the ceremony with Namjoon. They’ve gone through the whole thing and now you could relax until it was time for your speech. 
Snow has started to fall outside, just a light sprinkle that doesn’t quite stick to the ground but Alea is worried about the forecast for tomorrow. As of now, everything is still on but there’s no plan B if the snow grows heavier. 
For now, you focus on the present. You and Taehyung haven’t had a moment to yourselves all day, just like you thought. You’ve exchanged glances across the room, secret smiles, and friendly waves but you're yearning to kiss him, to have him press you to the wall and feel your body underneath your thin dress. The dress he picked out for you to wear tonight. 
Coincidentally, or not, his tie matches your dress, and it reminds you of your Senior Prom where you danced the night away and shared stolen kisses behind the school’s auditorium. 
Tonight, Taehyung looks charming in his suit and tie. His mop of chestnut brown hair was tamed for once in beautiful curls that frame his face beautifully. He really is a model. 
Taehyung is all smiles as he greets his family, introducing you and your friends to a few before you excuse yourself to join Namjoon and Yoongi at the bar. 
“Well boys, looks like we're getting our two eldest hitched,” you grin. Namjoon chuckles and Yoongi rolls his eyes. 
“What? Are you next or something?” Yoongi teases and you scoff. 
“Must you?” 
“I must,” Yoongi smiles smugly as he raises his glass to his lips. Namjoon does the same to hide his confusion but you know Yoongi can’t help but prod and tease. 
“Gonna fight me for the bouquet tomorrow?” 
“I might, just so I can whack you over the head with it,” you mutter. 
Namjoon smiles. “I’m sensing some hostility here and honestly, I’m off the clock as a therapist so I will see my way out. Stay safe.”
“You scared him off,” You frown. 
Yoongi scoffs. “Please, it’s the holiday season and there’s an open bar. Connect the dots, doll.”
“Hm, you right,” you giggle as you chat with Yoongi, not feeling the need to socialize with everyone around. It’s been hard enough to get Alea and Seokjin alone to hang, much less have a quick chat, so you’ve kept yourself busy with Tae and visits with your father. 
“You look phenomenal in your dress!” Jimin exclaims when he approaches you with Jungkook on his arm. 
“Thanks! Tae picked it out for me, actually.”
“Is that so?” Jungkook raises a brow. 
“Yeah?”
“Interesting,” Jimin comments with a sneer. 
“Very interesting, indeed,” Jungkook agrees. 
“Alright, twiddle-dumb and dumber, I’ve got other things to do,” Yoongi excuses himself and leaves you with them. 
“Taehyung doesn’t pick out clothes for just anyone.” Jimin states matter of fact.
“He charged me $50 to pick out a shirt last time,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. 
“And you paid him?” You ask incredulously.
Jungkook blushes. “Should I not have?”
"Oh, baby . We gotta talk about your spending habits,” Jimin coos, shaking his head as he walks away with a pouting Jungkook. 
Taehyung comes over a second later, surprised when you smack his arm. 
“Ow! What was that for?”
“Quit charging your brother for fashion advice!” You hiss. 
Taehyung smirks. “Quickest $50 bucks I ever made.”
“Tae!”
“Fine,” he rolls his eyes. “I won’t charge Jungkook anymore for fashion advice.”
“Good.”
“I’ll charge him for brotherly advice,” Taehyung beams and you smack his arm again. 
“Ah, the lovebirds getting along swimmingly,” Hoseok cackles as he arrives. 
“You told him?” Tae asks in a whisper. 
“He saw the hickeys you left on me, you animal,” you hiss. 
“Yeah, you’ve got a mouth on you,” Hoseok nods. 
“I left those where only I could see,” Taehyung growls. 
“Hobi doesn’t know how to knock.”
“I said I was sorry. I thought you were asleep,” Hoseok responds hissing. 
“Maybe you should knock from now on,” Taehyung suggests. 
“I will if you’re trying to eat her alive,” Hoseok sticks his tongue out and turns on his heel, so much for pleasant dinner conversation.
“We should find our seats soon,” Taehyung says as he orders a drink from the bar. You nod in agreement, waiting for him to get his drink before walking to your table and finding your seat. You’ve forgotten all about your speech but you check to make sure it’s still in your tiny little purse. You sigh in relief when you spot it. 
~
It’s not much longer till everyone makes their speech and yours is next. You’d rather not say anything but you’ve agreed and as Namjoon wraps up, you clap with all the others. 
Rising to your feet, you introduce yourself. You admit you’re nervous and the guests laugh with you when you let out a little scream. 
“Alright, for real this time! Hello, all! I’m the best friend and maid of honor,” you wave shyly. “I’m also known as Barbie Doll to the Kims because of the extensive collection of Barbies I still own in my parents’ home. Please see my dad if you’d like to purchase any of them,” the guests laugh as your dad waves his hand for everyone to see. 
“From diaper days to barbie dolls and playing house, one thing has been consistent throughout our childhood games and that’s the love Alea and Seokjin share. From making him be her groom by force to him willingly becoming her groom through love, it’s been a magical love story and I’m very grateful to be a witness to it.” You smile at the happy couple, tears shining in your eyes just to see tears in theirs as well. 
Taehyung is in awe of you. You look so cool and confident as you read from your cue notes, smiling brightly at the guests and locking eyes with him as you go down memory lane. 
He’s not surprised a lot of your anecdotes include him in some way or another, and as you wrap up, he knows he’s not the only one who had noticed. Your mutual friends are looking between you, wondering if something is up, but it’s all forgotten when Alea takes the mic to thank everyone. 
“Seokjin and I want to say thank you for joining us. Our wedding is tomorrow afternoon and we could not be happier to share our special moment with each one of you. So thank you once again and please, enjoy yourselves this evening.”
Cheers and claps fill the hall as dinner gets served and you’re stuck in your chair until dessert is served.
~
Music fills the reception hall soon after dinner is done and you’re finally released from your maid-of-honor duties to party. Alea and Seokjin take over the dance floor, egged on by Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon, who’ve spent the night drinking away. 
Yoongi and Hoseok are nowhere to be seen but you make a note to avoid any supply closets or dark corners they could have hidden themselves away for a moment. 
Taehyung appears at your side, a soft smile on his lips as he wraps an arm around your waist. 
“Tae!” You gasp, giggling as you set your drink aside. “Someone will see us!”
“Half of them already know,” he smirks, looking over his broad shoulder to make sure the coast is clear before kissing your cheek. Heat spreads across your skin, hiding your smile behind your hand. 
“We promised we wouldn’t steal their thunder,” you remind him. 
Taehyung crosses his fingers over his heart. “We won’t. I’m just asking for a dance.”
“Just a dance?” You raise a brow as you take his hand. 
“And maybe another kiss under the mistletoe,” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and you playfully roll your eyes. 
“Come on, Romeo. Show me what you’ve got,” you tease as you join the couples on the dance floor, staying near the edge away from the happy couple. Taehyung holds you carefully in his arms, dancing and smiling so wide his cute cheeks hurt but he doesn’t care. He never imagined how wonderful it would be to have you in his arms again and to know the two of you were heading toward your own happy ending. 
“Taehyung,” you giggle when he spins you, bringing you in closer. 
“Yes, my love?” He’s all smiles as you press yourself to his chest, lips a hair’s breadth away. Your body tingles, lips craving the taste of his and it’s like everything melts away into the background. You miss the curious gazes of your friends, bumping into each other with their breath caught in their throats as they wait for a kiss. 
“Can I cut in?” You break apart from Taehyung with a nod once you hear your father’s voice. 
“I’ll be around, doll,” Taehyung assures you. He waves at your father, before disappearing into the crowd. 
“I didn’t mean to interrupt, darling,” Your father says as he takes your hand in his, dancing with you. “Lord, it’s been so long since I’ve danced. Good to know it’s like riding a bike.”
“What was your wedding like?” You ask as you sway to the music. 
“Small, we didn’t have a lot of friends and family around. Honestly, we planned it in a week,” your dad chuckles as he spins you. His smile grows brighter as he tells you all about it, dancing the whole time until one song turns to three and he’s letting you go. 
“I’m heading home,” he states. “It’s getting late and my bed is calling.”
“Text me when you get home safe, dad,” you hug him tight, fighting the tears that threaten to spill. “I love you.”
“I will. I love you too, darling. I’m glad you came home for Christmas. It’s been so nice having you around,” with that said, he released you and headed out.
Alone on the dance floor, you decide to freshen up in the bathroom. You grab your purse from under the table and head out of the reception hall, down a hallway until you see the restrooms. 
Pushing the door open, you’re greeted by an empty couch and a few stalls further inside with a few guests lingering about and chatting as you head to a sink. You open your purse, take out a few makeup wipes to dab at your eyes, and then redo your lipstick. You check your teeth, pop a mint and close your purse once all your belongings are safe inside. 
With a smile, you head for the exit. Your heels click against the marble flooring, announcing your presence long before you appear. 
You reach the reception hall entrance, pausing when you hear a familiar chuckle from the other end of the hall around the corner that leads to the kitchen. 
Curiously, you take a step forward as quietly as possible, not wanting your heels to give you away. You press against the wall as a woman’s voice fills the space; her giggle makes you raise a brow as it’s followed by a low, familiar chuckle. 
“Well, it was nice seeing you again, but I should go,” Taehyung says. You peek over the corner and see him being pulled into an embrace by the woman dressed in a chef’s hat and coat. 
She kisses his cheek, and you gasp. Taehyung immediately turns around, stepping away from the woman as you turn to leave. 
Taehyung curses. He hastily waves at the woman before turning on his feet to chase after you. 
“Doll, please wait!” He calls after you as you head for the front door. 
“No!"
“Doll, you’re gonna fall in those heels!” Taehyung quickened his pace, dress shoes sliding along the floor as he caught up to you. He’s gentle when his large hand wraps around your wrist. 
“Baby, please let me explain,” he begs, dark eyes trying to read yours. Tears pool at the corner of your eyes and you sniffle. You don’t want him to see you cry and your sadness turns to anger at his words. 
“That’s rich, Taehyung,” you scoff as you shake his hand off and cross your arms over your chest. The snow has picked up outside and you curse yourself for checking in your coat with the attendant nowhere to be found. 
How bad would it be to wait for a ride in the snow?
“Baby, she’s nobody, okay? We hooked up once years ago, and I didn’t know she would be here. She caught me in the hall when I was looking for you. I swear, doll. You’re the only one for me,” Taehyung swears, his hands holding both of yours. 
You bite your lip, eyeing him carefully. You’d known him long enough to know when he was lying and when he was being sincere and your heart clenched in your chest. “I’m the only one?”
“The only one, baby. I don’t want anyone else but you. I swear it,” he raises his pinkie finger to yours and you raise yours to loop with his. 
“Come here,” he pulls you into his arms, squeezing you tightly. He kisses the side of your head, holding you close. “I’m never letting you go again, baby. Never ever.”
You laugh against his shoulder. “I think someone may eventually stumble upon us if we keep standing here.”
Taehyung chuckles. “You know what I meant, you brat.”
You giggle. The sound is music to his ears as he looks at you, wiping the stray tears from your cheeks. He apologizes again, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. 
Taking a step back and then another, you’re soon pressed to the wall beside the coat check-in, hidden slightly by a velvet maroon curtain. Taehyung puts his large hand on the wall beside your head while the other grips your chin as he tilts your head for you to look at him. 
“I can’t wait for Sunday. I can’t wait to figure this out. I want to be with you now and forever, doll. I only want you.”
“I only want you, Tae,” you assure him, licking your lips as he smiles sweetly, leaning forward to capture your lips with his. “Only ever want you.”
Taehyung kisses you again, cupping your face as the kiss deepens and your moans are silenced against his lips. 
Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi and Hoseok appear from the coat closet panting, with ruffled hair, shirts untucked, and ties undone as they see the two of you kissing as if it was your last night together. 
They sneak away with giggles and shared smiles. Yoongi grins, “I knew they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.”  
Hoseok chuckles. “Neither can we. Come on, babe. Let’s get some cake.”
SATURDAY DECEMBER 25
“Honey, it’s okay,” Minsu tries to assure her daughter, who is pacing back and forth in the living room. Everyone is gathered by the TV, watching the weather forecast, and is just as stressed as Alea. 
Snow had fallen heavily through the night, causing roads to be closed as well as the location for the ceremony. Despite the snow plows working hard to clear the roads, snow had fallen too quickly for them to keep up. There was hope of it clearing up later in the afternoon, but for now, there was no choice but to stay home.
“What are we going to do?” Alea cried into her hands. You wrap her up in a hug. 
“We have the wedding license and I can marry you anywhere,” Hoseok reminds her. She nods as she looks across the room. She rises from her seat and wipes her tears. 
“Do you want to marry me today?” Alea asks Seokjin, who grins brightly and wraps her up in a hug.  
“I’d marry you any day, anywhere. Nothing can stop me, baby.” Seokjin kisses her lips quickly and Alea grins. They exchange quick ‘love yous’ and take a deep breath, exhaling before turning to everyone. 
“Let’s do this!” 
Cheers erupt in the living room. Alea and Seokjin are so grateful to their friends and family. 
“Namjoon and Taehyung, you two call our families and let them know about the change in location for the ceremony,” Seokjin instructs. Both men nod, taking their cell phones out. 
“Jimin and Jungkook, please shovel the backyard enough for an aisle,” Alea says. Jimin and Jungkook nod, scrambling off the loveseat to get their coats on. 
“Mom, can you do my hair?” Alea asks before turning to you. “And can you do my makeup?”
You both agree eagerly, taking her upstairs to her bedroom as the three of you chat about what her ideas were. 
Seokjin turns to Yoongi and Hoseok, “Can I count on you two to make a large batch of hot chocolate and cookies for guests? I’m hoping the roads will be clear by the time the reception is to take place. I’ll call the wedding planner and get an update. She lives near the hall and she’s not afraid to drive in this. Maybe she can pick up the caterers as well.” 
“We’ve got this!” Yoongi assured his eldest friend, pushing him in the basement's direction so he could make those calls. “Don’t worry about anything!”
Once the guests begin to arrive, most by foot, the house is lively with excitement. Haejin has wrestled up a wedding arch from somewhere and your father popped in to help decorate the backyard for the wedding. Christmas decorations littered the yard but fit well with Alea and Seokjin’s Winter Wonderland theme so you were grateful for that. Sure, it wasn’t their ideal location but at the end of the day they’d be husband and wife, and that’s all that mattered. 
“I can’t believe it’s still snowing!” Alea huffs as she tried to sit still while you helped Minsu put the veil on her daughter’s head. 
“It’ll be okay, honey. Everyone made it here safely, and the snow has slowed significantly. Seokjinie said the reception hall is decorated and ready to go. The caterer arrived with her staff and the cake made it to the venue in one piece. The DJ will be picked up soon and everyone will get there safely.” Minsu informs her daughter and Alea visibly relaxes. 
Minsu turns to you and fussed at you to get ready once Alea’s hair and makeup is done. You nod, hurrying to do your hair and makeup while Minsu does the same. 
“I can’t believe I’m getting married,” Alea smiles with hearts in her eyes as she pins your hair up, sliding a glittery hairpiece in place. 
“Me too,” You grin. “Oh, you’re such a beautiful bride, Lea!”
Alea hugs you from behind. “Thank you for coming. I know things with Tae had been tough but I appreciate you setting it aside for this.”
“Of course, Alea. I'd do anything for you,” you look at her in the mirror's reflection. 
Alea smirks. “So you’ll tell me about you kissing my brother last night?”
“What?!”
Alea giggles as she sits beside you. She grabs the blush and a brush to put some on your cheeks. 
“Oh, yeah. Yoongi and Hoseok totally blabbed,” she giggles and you join her. 
“How did they even see us? They disappeared for most of the night,” you roll your eyes. 
“Something about the coat closet missing an attendant,” Alea shrugs. “I think they were just hooking up though. They’re not as secretive as they think.”
“You know about them too?”
“I’ve known for ages. Hoseok looks at Yoongi the same way Taehyung looks at you, babe. The way Jinnie looks at me and Jungkookie at Jiminie. Love is very easy to see,” Alea smiles sweetly as she dusts a bit of blush on the tip of your nose. 
“We didn’t want to say anything until after the wedding,” you assure her. 
Alea laughs. “You know I don’t care about that. I’m just glad you and Tae are speaking again. I don’t know what the two of you are but I hope it’ll work out for you, sweetie. I love you like a sister, and you’re already part of the family. I just want you to be happy. Truly and irrevocably happy.”
“Alea,” you say her name as your lip trembles and tears threatened to spill. 
“Ah, ah!” She clicks her tongue, dabbing at your eyes. “No crying on my wedding day.”
You laugh wetly. “No promises!”
Alea giggles. “Ugh, don’t I know it. I don’t know if I’ll make it past my vows or Seokjin’s without shedding a tear. Hell, I might just cry when my dad gives me away.”
“I’ll hide the makeup wipes in my bra,” you tell her with a smile. She nods, hugging you tight before telling you it’s time to get dressed. 
“The guests are waiting outside. It’s time, baby girl,” Haejin says as he peeks his head into his daughter’s bedroom. You rise from your seat and step out, allowing Haejin to have a moment with his daughter. Thankfully, the photographer and videographer had made it to the home, picked up by Jungkook and Jimin just an hour before. 
“I’m ready,” Alea breathes with a waver in her voice. Haejin blinks his tears away, hugging his daughter for a moment as you dab at your eyes. You were not going to keep your promise of no tears. 
Stepping carefully, you head down the stairs with your bouquet in your hands. You’re wrapped up in your coat over your red maid-of-honor dress. Perhaps choosing one with just one strap and a straight neckline wasn’t the best choice now that you were heading outside. 
“Wow! You look beautiful,” Namjoon compliments the moment he sees you. You thank him with a smile as you loop your arms through his. 
“Are you ready?” He asks you as Alea and her father join you at the door that leads to the backyard. 
“Let’s do this!” Alea exclaims, and the door opens as music fills the backyard courtesy of Jungkook’s Bluetooth speaker. 
Slowly, you take your first steps outside with Namjoon at your side, clutching your bouquet as you realize the snow has finally stopped. You sigh in relief, Namjoon’s dimpled smile meeting yours. He turns to look forward as do you and your heart stops. 
Taehyung stands proudly beside Seokjin, his eyes focused solely on you as you make your way down the aisle in your dress. You look absolutely radiant even in the chill of the early afternoon weather. Thoughts race across his mind, settling on the one that pictures you walking toward him in the arm of your father while he waits at the altar. His heart flips in his chest, tears rolling down his cheeks slowly. He chuckles as he wipes them away with a sheepish smile. Jungkook hands him a tissue discreetly and Taehyung thanks him. One day , Taehyung promised. One day, it would be you and him at the altar, promising each other forever and a day. 
When you reach the altar, you smile at Taehyung through unshed tears, giving him a small nod, almost as if you could read his mind. That little nod sends his heart fluttering, assuring him he’s not the only one fully in this. You want him just as he wants you, a future, a family, a home . 
The wedding march begins, and the guests turn to watch Alea enter with her father. Tears are shed by the guests. She looks like an angel as she slowly makes her way down the aisle. You turn to watch Seokjin. His smile is radiant even through his tears as he watches the love of his life walking down the aisle toward him. To him, nothing exists but his beautiful bride. Nothing could have kept him from going through with the wedding and even though he’s sure Alea’s freezing without her coat on, he knows she would think the same thing. 
“Hi,” Alea giggles when she reaches Seokjin. Haejin, kisses her cheek, handing her over to Seokjin with a sad smile as he steps away to join his wife. 
“Hi,” Seokjin breathes, cheeks pink, and his heart hammering in his chest. 
Hoseok smiles, greeting the guests and thanking them for coming to the new location despite the weather. “We’ve got confirmation that the roads have been cleared and the reception shall be held in the reception hall. So carefully drive over after the ceremony and now without further ado, let’s get this show on the road!”
Soft glances and tear-filled smiles are exchanged between you and Taehyung as you watch two of your best friends get married. Tears flow freely at their vows, and no amount of dabbing at your eyes helps as you cry. 
Alea hands you her bouquet before joining hands with Seokjin. 
“It brings me great joy to pronounce you husband and wife. Seokjin, you May kiss your bride!” Hoseok exclaims proudly. 
Alea and Seokjin kiss, cheers, and claps fill the snowy backyard. Everyone forgets about how cold they are or how their noses are frozen and their bodies shivering. The joy that the bride and groom exude is enough for them as the couple breaks apart, with love in their eyes and deep in their hearts. 
“With great pleasure, I introduce for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Seokjin Kim!”
Alea takes her bouquet, raising it over her head in a cheer. She giggles as flower petals are thrown at her and her husband. She steps forward with him in tow, hands linked as they lean away from each other and toward their parents to give hugs and kisses before heading back inside. 
Jungkook and Jimin scoop Namjoon away with them while Hoseok laces hands with Yoongi until it’s just you and Taehyung at the altar. 
Slowly, guests trickle back inside for a snack of hot chocolate and sugar cookies, while their rides are settled and their excitement buzzes with celebrations of the happy couple. 
Once the door is shut and you’re left alone in the snow with Taehyung, you clutch your bouquet in your hands as you pull your coat tighter, a shiver going down your spine. 
“You look beautiful, doll. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” he chuckles as he holds his hand out for you to hold.
“Tae!” You chide. “It was your sister’s wedding!”
“So? I see her all the time,” Taehyung laughs. “No, but in all seriousness, you’re breathtaking.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself. Almost like a model,” you tease. 
“Almost?” Taehyung raises a dark brow, his voice low, and it makes your body thrum with excitement and arousal. “Why don’t I take you back to my room and model nude for you?”
You curse, nearly panting and salivating at his words. Your body is flushed with heat and an icy wind does nothing to cool you off. Beneath you, snow crunches beneath your feet and you bite your lip to keep from agreeing. You’ve got to be the one thinking clearly, there are almost 100 guests stuffed in Tae’s childhood home and any of them could hear you writhing in pleasure beneath him. 
“Taehyung!” You slap his shoulder playfully instead, shaking your head. “You’re such a tease!”
“I don’t have to be,” he licks his lips and you moan before covering your mouth with your hand after dropping your bouquet in the snow. 
A look at the sky promises more snow and another shiver wracks through your body. 
“Listen, I know we said we’d talk tomorrow, but the waiting is killing me,” Taehyung sighs heavily. “I’ve said a lot of what I had to these past few days and I know we’re on the same page but I just need it all out in the open at once.”
You nod, allowing him to continue. 
“I love you, baby. I never stopped loving you. Leaving you behind and not telling you about Paris will always be my biggest regret.”
“Tae-”
“No, please,” Taehyung interrupts. “Let me finish.”
“Okay.”
“I can’t say sorry enough and I wish I had fought harder for you. I hate that we wasted so much time being apart and angry at each other. I missed you, I missed us. I missed seeing your face every morning and stealing kisses in our homes so we wouldn't be caught,” he smirks. 
“We did get caught,” you laugh. “Your mom banned sleepovers in your room.”
“Yeah but that was after we’d already given each other our virginity so, I count it as a win!” Taehyung chuckles and you smack his shoulder.
“Shut up!”
Taehyung smiles, eyes shut tight and hair curled at his forehead. “I love you and I want to be with you now and forever. I never want to lose you again, baby. I know you’ve got your career and your life with Hoseok in the city and I’ve got my career but I know we can make this work. I’ll do anything to make this work.”
“Tae, I feel the same. I can’t lose you again. I said some awful, hateful things to you and I’ll regret them for as long as I live. I love you, I always have and I can’t go much longer without you in my life. I’m moving back here, back home with Hoseok and Yoongi. I don’t know all the details but I’m willing to try again if you are?”
Taehyung grins, pulling you into a tight hug. “Really? You’re moving back?”
“Yes! It might be a bit to figure everything out but I’ll be back home soon. Back to you,” you say into his shoulder as he releases you. 
“Nothing would make me happier, doll!”
“And with my new job I can work from anywhere so if I had to go with you on a work trip, I could as long as I have my laptop,” you inform him. 
Taehyung’s smile only grows brighter, just like his outlook on your future. 
“Baby!” Taehyung kisses you on the lips repeatedly in his excitement. 
“Wherever you are is the only place I want to be,” you assure him as you wrap your arms around his neck. His forehead rests against yours, as you hold each other for a moment. Everything was falling perfectly in place. 
“Be mine again?” He whispers against your lips. 
“Of course, Tae. Nothing would make me happier,” you smile, your cheeks beginning to ache from doing it so much. 
When he pulls you closer, your knee bumps into the pocket of his pants and he steps back. 
“Oh! I have something for you,” he says excitedly as his hand goes into his pants pocket. You raise a brow at him in curiosity as he digs deep in his pocket before pulling out a small black velvet box. 
“Tae?” You panic slightly, taking a step back and he chuckles. 
“It’s not an engagement ring, you ding-dong,” he laughs as he sees the fear etched in your face. 
“Oh, thank god!”
“Nice to know that’s how you feel,” he jokes with a teasing smile. 
“We literally just got back together after being broken up for years,” you stick your tongue out. 
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t propose at my sister’s wedding. She’d stuff the ring up my nose before I even got down on my knee.”
You cackle, you know he’s right. Alea would have none of it and you’re not sure Seokjin would hold back either. 
Taehyung opens the box slowly to build anticipation, but he’s also afraid it will fall out and get lost in the snow. Besides, you could already hear the guests leaving the home to head to the reception hall. You know soon, someone would urge you to get inside and head out but for now it was just you and Taehyung and that’s the way you wanted to keep it.
“Oh, Tae! It’s beautiful!” You gasp when you see the snowflake sitting in the box. It’s got a thin silver necklace and the prettiest little snowflake you’ve ever seen. Taehyung turns the back around and the tiniest little T hides engraved on it. 
“T, huh?” You giggle and his cheeks turn pink. 
“A coincidence,” he fibs. 
“That you paid for?”
“That I paid for, yes,” his blush deepens. 
“Help me put it on?” You ask as you turn around for him. Taehyung carefully takes the necklace out of the box, gently putting it around your neck and closing the clasp. He kisses the spot above it on your neck and you turn to face him with love in your eyes. 
“I love it,” you state with your fingers holding the snowflake delicately. “I love you .”
Taehyung wraps you up in his arms once again, knowing he should get you inside soon, the both of you are nearly freezing out in the piles of snow.
“I love you too, baby. Now, tomorrow and forever,” he promises as he cups your face with his hands, which are somehow warm despite your time outside. 
“I love you now, tomorrow, and forever, Taehyung,” you repeat, locking eyes with his and your heart flutters in your chest as his thumbs caress your cheeks. 
Slowly, Taehyung leans in, gently capturing your lips with his own as he kisses you deeply. 
Too soon, you’re springing apart with a gasp. A snowflake lands on the apples of your cheeks and another on Taehyung’s nose. You both look up at the sky as snowflakes come down above the two of you. 
With bright smiles and frozen cheeks, you look at each other and laugh. “It’s a Christmas miracle.”
“A nuisance for your sister,” you remind him. “We should probably head to the reception before it gets worse.”
Taehyung agrees as he picks your bouquet off the ground and holds it in his hands. He gazed at it, smiling to himself. “One day you’ll have your own bouquet.”
“Tae!” You giggle as you wrap yourself around him, giddy with love and adoration, hopeful for the future ahead of you. 
“I promise, love. It’s you and me against the world,” Taehyung chuckles, kissing your head. You meet his gaze, lacing your fingers either him. 
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Taehyung kisses you again, soft and slow as he cradles your face in his hands. Your lips move in sync, his tongue meeting yours as the kiss deepens and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. 
As snow falls around you and you exchange Christmas kisses, your world feels complete. 
Taehyung parts from your lips for just a moment. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
“Merry Christmas, Tae.”
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Christmas Cheer
Pennywise x GN Reader (NSFW)
Warnings: Christmas music, blood, gore, supernatural elements, a bit of predator/prey, fingernail trauma, thigh riding, threats, alien anatomy, noncon, forced orgasm, facial, really dumb Christmas puns, Pennywise is a tiny bit sweeter than I usually write him.
(This is my secret Santa gift for the lovely @fingersinmyhair )
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‘Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too (ring-a-ling-a ding-dong-ding!)…!’
Every nerve in your body twitches. This song, this fucking song has played nearly thirty times during today’s shift. You swear you’ll go postal if you have to hear it one more god damned—
“Have a great day!” you chirp, handing the customer their purchases. They don’t even acknowledge you, too wrapped up in the flurry of last minute Christmas shopping.
The smile immediately slips from your face.
‘It’s the most wonderful time of the year…!’
Fuck this holiday.
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Your shift complete, you cannot get to your car fast enough. Chilly air bites at the exposed skin of your hands and face and snow crunches underfoot as you make your way through the mostly empty parking lot. Your breaths curl white before you in the darkness, only the odd streetlight to guide you.
Inside your vehicle is hardly a relief, and a thick layer of frost has settled on the windshield. Great.
The engine rumbles to life as you attempt to rub warmth back into your fingers. The radio starts up—that’s weird, you’d had it synced to your phone on the way to work—
‘…he sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake, he knows…he knows…he knows…he knows…HE KNOWS!’
You freeze, alarmed when the song begins to skip, the crooning voice growing deeper and more menacing with each pass. The back of your neck prickles, your eyes growing wide the longer you stare at the radio. This doesn’t make any sense. How could it be skipping like that…?
Wild cackling suddenly explodes from the speakers and you startle. Hurriedly you dive forward, fumbling with the radio and clapping your free hand over your ear as the laughter rises to deafening levels. The click of the knob plunges you into silence, save for your gasping breaths.
Desperately, you try to rationalize what just occurred. They had some kind of technical issue at the radio station. Your car’s wiring is on the fritz. It has to be one of those, right?
Yet, as you pull out of the parking lot, manic laughter still echoing in your head, you can’t shake the eerie feeling hanging in the air. You drive in silence, too afraid to try the stereo again.
Turning down your street, all the familiar decorations flash and twinkle, your neighbors apparently never short on Christmas spirit. You feel a little guilty you hadn’t decorated this year, but there simply hadn’t been time with your work schedule. You hadn’t even put up a tree.
Foreign red light illuminates the last houses on the block. Someone must have put out new decorations, but why so close to Christmas? You nearly pass your house, your frazzled mind not registering what it sees. Slowing to a crawl, your jaw falls open.
The snow blanketing your lawn glows red, reflecting the…Christmas lights splashed across the front of your home. The lights form the shape of a face, if you can call it that. Eyes blink and lips curve in an unnerving grin, too wide and too toothy to be natural. Worse, every single bulb is red, and not the typical, cheery Santa red. These are an evil, deep crimson that bathes the entire block in ominous color.
Someone must be playing a prank, right? But who would have the time and skill to do such a thing? Your neighbors certainly don’t know you well enough to joke with you like this, and your friends are all working, as far as you’re aware. Who then…?
Dumbfounded, your nerves buzzing, you pull into the driveway and turn off the engine. Cautiously, you slide from your car and approach your front door, the flashing red lights reflecting off your keys as you work the lock open.
You’ll just go in, find your gloves, and then figure out where these decorations are plugged in to shut them off. Taking them down will have to wait until tomorrow—
Inside your home is deathly silent. You freeze, acutely aware of your own breathing. Even the blood rushing in your ears sounds like a tsunami.
Outside, red lights blink and reflect off something on the floor…something wet. You take a step closer, bending down slightly and squinting. Realization hits and you recoil in alarm.
It’s a large boot print, but instead of being clear like melted snow, it’s red. Red like the lights outside. Red like blood. Your gaze is drawn to the others just past it, a trail of them leading further into your house.
Whipping around, you reach for the door handle and twist, intent on escape. You’ll race to your car, call the police. Maybe you can stay with a friend—
The handle doesn’t budge. Baffled and winded by barely contained panic, you jerk the door and throw your entire body weight into another twist. Your sweaty palms slip on brass. It’s like the whole knob has been frozen in place.
You pull, kick, and beat on the door with your fists, but they could be feathers for all the good it does you. The wood doesn’t budge.
You’re trapped like a rat.
How is this happening?
Hastily, you pat your pockets in search of your phone. Your heart sinks when you find them empty. It’s still sitting in the cup holder of your car.
Slowly, you swing back around. You’ll have to try the back door next, but this requires you follow the bloody tracks deeper into your darkened home. You swallow thickly, heart beating a tattoo against your ribs.
You tip-toe forward, careful not to step on any noisy floorboards. Every sense heightened, you’re acutely aware of the disturbing absence of sound. You should hear the hum of the refrigerator, the buzz of the heater, the drip of water from the leaky sink, but the only sounds come from you as you creep down the hall. The hair-raising feeling of being watched keeps your head on a swivel and your skin crawling.
The living room is up ahead. A few more steps. Then the kitchen and back door are just beyond. You can do this.
When you step into the room, you must clap your hands over your mouth to stifle your horrified scream.
Illuminated by the flashing red light pouring through the windows is a massive spruce tree, a tree that wasn’t there when you left for work this morning. Instead of tinsel and baubles dotting its branches, dripping innards hang and twist through its needles. Right at the top, completing this macabre imitation of a Christmas tree, sits a severed hand—a star.
You stare in shock, rooted to the spot in bone-numbing terror. Blood drips from intestines and patters onto the wood floor below. Who would have…could have done this? Whose body parts are those?!
You need to get out of here—
Before you can force your legs into motion, a cheery giggle echoes around the room. Your breath catches in your throat, your eyes drawn to the fireplace. It had come from the chimney….
Rustling. Soot puffs from the fireplace. Your chest heaves, your heart stuttering.
Long, white fingers—gloves—sneak out from the chimney to grip the facing, one hand, then another. The muscles in your chest freeze, terror choking you.
Next comes a blood red Santa hat perched atop a wild tuft of orange hair. A cracked, white forehead emerges from the gloom, followed by a pair of glowing, golden eyes trained directly on you.
You can’t move. You’re frozen in disbelief and dread as the entirety of a lanky body unfurls from the fireplace, joints popping and cracking as the creature stands upright to face you.
It is tall, menacingly so, and dressed in a tattered, soot-covered Santa suit. But what draws your gaze is its visage: It’s painted white with streaks of crimson curling over yellow eyes to its mouth. The same color stains its nose. It’s like clown makeup….
Almost.
The impossibility of it all leaves you reeling. This man, this thing…it isn’t human. Of this, you’re certain. Your mind races but no thoughts stick, no plan for what to do. You teeter on the edge of hysteria as you internally scream at your seizing muscles to move.
You jolt when the creature inhales deeply, unseen bells jingling when he moves his head. Drool, thick and viscous, spills from his fat lower lip to drip onto the floor like the blood raining from the grisly tree. The red mouth curls into a wicked grin.
“Gingerbread and cocoa. Just in time for Christmas,” it says, voice lilting. Raising a hand, it points one spidery finger toward the spruce. “Do you like the tree? Pennywise decorated it all by himself.”
Finally, your limbs react. You spin on your heel and sprint, a choked shriek tearing from your throat when maniacal laughter echoes through your home. It’s the same laughter that had filled your car not an hour ago.
You stumble, grip the wall, use the leverage to launch yourself around the corner, only to skid to a stop when you find the front door has completely vanished. Only a wall remains, smooth and white like the rest.
Panic, panic, what do you do, where do you go—
Long fingers wrap around your ankle and yank. You crash to the floor with a cry and a heavy thud, palms stinging where they catch your weight. Whirling around, you find your leg clutched by the intruder. Its mouth spreads far too wide across his face—much like the mouth lit up on the outside of your house. It grins at you with too many pointed teeth.
You loose a blood-curdling scream when you’re dragged back down the hall. You writhe, scream, flail, claw at the floor until your nails crack and break off, but the grip around your ankle holds firm. The clown, unaffected by your struggle, simply drags you along like Santa’s sack of gifts, whistling the tune of Jingle Bells all the while.
He deposits you before the gruesome tree, your shirt growing damp and heavy as it soaks up the blood that has pooled. Frantically, you attempt to push to your feet but the clown pounces, hateful cackling filling the room as he grips the back of your head and shoves your face into the wet floor. The overpowering stench of iron fills your nose and you gag, your cheek sliding in gore the harder he presses.
“W-WHAT DO YOU WANT?” you sob, your feeble attempts to buck and wriggle thwarted by the clown’s weight against your back. More chortling, close to your ear this time. The scent of its carrion breath and the chilly drool smeared against your ear makes you tense and retch in disgust.
“Poor Pennywise never gets any Christmas presents. Always left off the list, always forgotten. Boo hoo hoo,” he sings, feigning sorrow. He shifts and shoves a thigh between your thrashing legs until the limb is flush with the apex of your thighs. The sudden warmth right against your most sensitive parts pulls a yelp from your lips, your eyes growing wide as saucers.
“Rut against it, little treat, or Penny will tear your face off. I bet it tastes like cookies. Cookies for Santa!” You whimper and furiously shake your head, but the prick of needle-teeth against your cheek has you raising your hips and grinding.
You snap your eyes shut, doing your best to ignore the heat that blooms in your gut at the contact. As though he can read your mind, the clown gleefully giggles and matches your rhythm with pressure from his own leg. You grit your teeth, a pathetic little sound lodging in your throat.
“A good toy! The pretty toy wants to moan, wants to float up, up, up and away! Pennywise has a little angel for his Christmas tree, hmmm?”
“N-No, no,” you whine, your tone more desperate than you wanted. Your face heats up, hips rocking of their own accord, want burning in your gut, your underclothes growing wet the more you leak. This is wrong, this is sick, what are you doing, stop this, stop, you’d rather die than admit this is good….
Wouldn’t you?
“Time for Pennywise to open his present!” The clown rears back, grips ahold of your pants, and rips. Fear tips the scale over desire, a scream leaving you in a rush, struggle renewed.
His weight quickly returns and pins you to the slippery floor, jagged teeth setting against your ear. He hisses, “Bad toys get broken. You’re not a bad toy, are you?”
Frantically, you shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. Pennywise grips your jaw, the sound of fabric tearing making you jolt. Out of the corner of your eye you watch as his fingers elongate, the tips of black claws piercing through white gloves. They come to rest just under your ear, sharp points threatening.
Pressure against your center instantly draws your attention. Something thick and hot writhes against your entrance. You choke on a cry and begin to fight, only to gasp and still when claws scratch bleeding lines down your neck.
“Show Pennywise what a good toy you’ll make.” A shaky breath hisses between your teeth. The drooling head of what you now understand to be this creature’s length prods then burrows into tight muscles. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you’re stretched and filled by the clown’s seemingly endless girth.
Finally, his hips come to rest against your ass. Pennywise sighs, his painted nose nuzzling your hair, a breathy chuckle puffing against the shell of your ear. “Soft and sweet and allllll wet, just for Pennywise, yes?”
He gives a quick thrust. All the air you hold in your lungs leaves in a huff, embarrassingly wanton sound following close behind. The stretch is incredible, discomfort toeing the line of pain. Still, it’s satisfying, being stuffed so full where you need it the most. It’s too much, yet so delicious your eyes cross.
Slow rocking of hips gradually turns to harsh snapping until you’re scooting forward along the slick floor. Each thrust makes you keen; so dizzy are you with sensation you hardly register it’s you making the racket. In your ear, the clown grunts and growls, hidden bells jingling with the pistoning of his hips.
With his grip on your face, Pennywise tips your head so he can drag his tongue through the blood dribbling down your throat. He licks up your cheek, noisily slurping up tears. “Pennywise was right! Tasty little snack, a tiny treat. Swallow you in one bite, he will, ohhh yes….”
Pleasure mounts. You reach the precipice so quickly you don’t even have time to protest. A feeble, “Wait, wait,” leaves your tongue in a garbled mess when the pressure deep in your belly explodes. Ecstasy ripples under your skin, your toes and fingers curling, an unchecked moan filling the room.
Pennywise growls, the sound ominously deep and rumbling, like some primordial beast. It vibrates against your back and sends a frightening thrill up your spine. He rips his cock from your spasming channel and flips you onto your back. You manage to snap your eyes shut a millisecond before thick ropes of sugary-smelling cum paint your face and chest. Accidentally, you swallow what lands on your tongue, the taste so overpoweringly sweet you gag once again.
Breath reeking of rotting meat washes over your skin and you quickly wipe away the seed coating your eyelids. You find the clown’s painted face inches from your own, golden eyes gleaming in your darkened living room. Gloved fingers—no more claws—smear spend across your cheek and shove more into your mouth. You grimace, your tongue slick with the flavor of cotton candy on steroids.
Another insane laugh, another flash of shark teeth. Will he kill you now? Add your guts to the tree? Swallow you whole?
“Frosted my little ginger snack, didn’t I?” he jokes. You stare, bewildered, terrified, exhausted, and trembling from head to toe.
Long fingers pat your cheek, tap, tap, tap. The clown jumps to his feet, boots clicking together. He bends backwards, bones snapping deafeningly in your quiet home. Long legs swing up and over, his body twisting and bending unnaturally until he’s sliding back up the chimney. The clown winks once before disappearing from view.
Then, silence.
You barely breathe, listening intently. Is he…?
‘JUST HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING, RING TINGLE TINGLING TOO!’
You jump and scream, hand flying to your chest when your television flicks on, volume at max. Sleigh Ride blasts through the speakers, the screen fuzzy static.
Groaning, you slump backwards, head thumping against hardwood.
Fuck. This. Holiday.
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TBT: 🎶JUST HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING RING-TING-TINGLING TOOOOO. 🎶
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missamyrisa2 · 4 months
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A Holiday Tickle
one of my most favorite things I've written ~! I would just reblog it from my old Tumblr but since that has been flagged into near dust I'm posting a fresh copy, with a few added teases ❤️
    A lively fire burned on the hearth, nestled under a lovely mantle adorned with a little Christmas village, a fluffy band of garland, and two stockings. Off to one side was a beautiful big chair with golden edges and red cushions, positioned just right to have the perfect aura of warmth from the fireplace. Maggie sat with endless contentment on this chair, her absolute favorite in the house.  In one hand, her red acrylic nails grasped the stem of a wine glass, half-full with the deep red liquid. Taking a sniff and allowing the chocolate-y nose to waft in her nostrils, she proceeded to finish the glass in two large gulps.
Carefully placing the wine glass on the nearby end table and refilling it to the top, Maggie scooted against the tall back of the chair, fixing the red stocking cap which sat atop her long raven-black hair. The bold red was a perfect color match to her sleeveless top, which was scooped to show a bit of her ample cleavage, and was accented with a shiny black belt around her waist. The wide black belt hugging her luxurious curves, decorated with a big silver-tone buckle, was in turn, a match to her plain black skirt, which stopped just above the knees of her pleasingly plump legs. But neither color matched the guy sitting on her lap, who squirmed in anticipation as she refilled her glass.
He wore nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts over his tall, slender form. His arms were bound in front of him with a string of Christmas lights, from his wrists to his elbows. Atop his head of long beautiful light brown hair was a black headband, which had reindeer antlers sprouting from either side. He might have protested such an accessory, has mouth not been covered with a red silk scarf, elegantly tied in a bow over his lips. Maggie had her right arm slung around his back, her fingers holding his side tight as she took another drink from her glass before setting it on the table, turning her hazel eyes to his ice blues. Humming a melody softly, she then began singing Sleigh Ride in a lovely soprano.
"Just hear those sleigh bells jingle-ing Ring ting tickling too! Come on, it's lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you!"
Gradually gaining speed with her words, she began gently squeezing his side with her nails, her left hand now gracefully stroking and poking his belly button as she continued the next verse. He mumbled an "mmpph!" through his gag.
"Outside the snow is falling And my fingers are calling 'tickly tooooo' Come on, it's lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you!"
He flopped in her grip, breaking out in muffled giggles as she delighted in touching every square millimeter of his soft and smooth tummy. His defiance and resistance through the gag to her tickles only further emboldened her touchy teasing. As she continued, she began bumping her legs up and down in time with her song.
"Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap Let's gooooooo Let's look at those knees You're riding on a wonderland of glee"
Maggie moved her left hand down to squeeze his hairless legs just above the knees, chuckling as he kicked in protest against the side of the chair. Her right hand moved down slightly, grasping and tickling at his side and hip at the same time. He blushed as he noticed her gaze trailing down to the bulge growing in his underwear, and caught him as he was trying to reach for it. Shifting her hands, she moved her right hand up, and snatched his arms by the green cord binding them.
"Giddy-yap giddy-yap giddy-yap it's grand Just holding your hands I'm gliding along with this song Of wintry tickly land!"
As one hand held his arms up, the other freely explored his tender underarms, nails gliding along the pristine skin and fluttering about. His laughter seeped through the scarf, body bucking against her lap. She eventually slowed, released his bound appendages, and reached over at the table. Continuing her tune, Maggie dipped a blusher brush in a container of pink powder, and began merrily applying it to his cheeks with a big smile. He struggled on her lap, squealing as she put the scented makeup on his cheeks.
"Your cheeks are nice and rosy And comfy cozy are we We're snuggled up together like a boy And girl with a feather would be"
Exchanging the supple brush for a long fluffy white feather, Maggie again held her toy tight as she drew long strokes over his chest with her tool. He squirmed, rolling back and forth on her lap, trying to avoid the soft instrument. His tummy twitched madly as that supple tip probed for tickle spots stroking about and dipping into his bouncy navel.
"Let's take the road before us And sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you"
When she began running the feather over his neck, he rolled hard against her, then squealed as the cold metal of her oversized belt buckle touched his abdomen. Maggie laughed and held him tight against it with one hand by the small of his back, the other briskly running its fingertips up and down his side. His muffled laughs grew louder, body thrashing around like a wild fish. His tush was given playful pinches and spanks as she made him flop endlessly. She then let him roll back as she gently rubbed his nape, her other hand trailing down his chest and midsection.
"There's a tickle party at the home of lovely… me! It'll be the perfect ending of a perfect day I'll be singing the songs I love to sing without a single stop At the fireplace while I watch your boners pop Pop! Pop! Pop!"
She sang, her index finger’s nail tip lightly rubbing the peak of his swell. He moaned softly at her touch, wanting to roll but lying perfectly still as she kept him on the edge. He wanted her touch so badly, wanted to press to her curvy chest and just wanted her so badly now he took every tease she gave. Drawing a finger back and forth along the waistband of his underwear and rubbing his back, she leaned in close to sing the next verse.
"There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy When you pass out on my lap and there you'll lie It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives…"
Maggie suddenly shifted her grip and attacked his sides and belly, wildly spidering her nails all over his sensitive skin. Each tickly tickly nail tip setting off spastic explosions on his tum. She could barely contain her laughs through her song, utterly delighted at how he giggle gasped so desperately. Her fingers slid down to roll thumbs on his hips and glide into the dips making his hardness bounce for her amusement.
"These tickly things are the things We remember all through our lives These tickly things are the things We remember all through our liiiiiiiiives"
As she kept him squirming and laughing loudly with one hand, she retrieved the blush brush with the other and began moved it towards his cheeks again, but then diverted with a smirk and began dusting his nipples. They quickly became as pink as his cheeks as they were doused with the soft powder.
"Your nips are nice and rosy And comfy cozy are we We're snuggled up together like a boy And girl with a feather would be"
Maggie reveled in his reaction, his body writhing as he giggled and arched his hips upward, the hardness between his legs reaching maximum capacity. She grinned and tossed the brush back on the table, picked up a bottle of lotion, squirted a generous helping into one palm and began rubbing her hands together right in front of his face, flashing a devilishly horny grin. He threw his head back and moaned as she slipped one hand under his boxers and immediately seized his stiff member. The lubrication on her soft hands tickled and teased and aroused in an enveloping cocoon, shocking his system through the tickles but slow enough to keep him from immediately losing control. While her other hand alternated between swiftly rubbing a nipple and grabbing his side, she softly sang the last verse as a contrast to his dramatic sounds and bucks.
"Let's take the road before us And sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you."
She pumped methodically, her soft hands gliding up and down squeezing knowingly at the base and working up to his tip to stroke the underside with rapid tickles before going back down. He quivered, alternating moans and laughs through his gag as she continued to graze her nails on his midsection with spidery tickles. Her technique was finely honed and worked his body like an instrument designed to accompany her song.
"Lovely weather For a goochie-goo together with you…"
She repeated once more, her singing now fading into a gentle hum of the melody. Feeling the imminence of his release, she changed her method, starting with a pump at the base of the shaft, then rubbing the foreskin and tip between her thumb and index finger as she reached the top. Her tickles never relented though, wiggling her shiny red nails over his belly, along his waist and hips, and ever-attacking his sides before circling his nipples with taps on the tips.
After just a few of these maneuvers, he cried out, thrusting on her lap. Maggie smiled wide, casually pulling a few tissues from the table. Catching his milky discharge with the tissues, she continued humming, lovingly giving his stiffness a final slow pump. She milked him mercilessly, flashing a knowing smile he knew she meant to make sure she got it all out. He fell limp on her lap as she cleaned up the excess, pulling down his undies and tossing them aside. Maggie untied his gag and guided his head against her bosom. She held him gently against her curves. Her free hand gently massaging his thin form with sensual deliberate tickles up and down his side and back, as her melodious sounds grew softer and softer. He thrashed and squeaked but soon quieted, his breaths on her chest slowing~
At least, until she reached for mr wand and began humming up her rendition of Carol of the Bells~
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All I Want For Christmas Is You
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🎶 Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too 🎶
Christmas jingles from the radio and mall crowd chatters are all that can be heard. Store shelves are slowly looking emptier and emptier and you can’t find what you’re looking for.
“Garcia, this is impossible. Aaron hasn’t mentioned what he wants. How am I supposed to find nothing?” you say as you look to Garcia.
“ Y/N, are you sure he even wants anything?” Garcia asks. “Listen I’m all for shopping but we’ve been here for hours and I’m hungry.”
“Alright. Alright. We’ll get you some food,” you giggle as you start walking towards the food court. You slowly scan to see what’s open, trying to figure out what you want, when you hear it.
Gunshots.
Screams.
Panic.
“EVERYBODY DOWN ON THE GROUND” you hear as you see people running. You look over to Garcia to make sure she’s ok, but she’s gone.
“no” you whisper as you frantically look around, trying to spot her. and then you hear it.
“Please, just let me go. I’m not important,” Garcia pleads as tears stream down her face.
‘Aaron is gonna kill me for this’ you think as you stand up. You make eye contact with Garcia and quickly nod as if to say everything will be ok. “Take me. Let the innocent bystander go. I’m FBI and I’ll be way bigger leverage then she ever will be.” Garcia’s eyes widen as you say this. The gunman raises his finger and motions for you to come over to him, almost like a parent does when their child is in trouble.
You take slow steps, as if you’ll spook him if you walk too fast. “FASTER” he barks out and you quicken your pace to a normal speed, reaching him and Garcia in a minute.
He roughly shoved Garcia and grabs you in 1 fluid motion. You don’t struggle, for fear of him shooting Garcia or anyone besides yourself. “I want contact with your boss. You’re gonna call him and hand me the phone” the gunman says, you still not seeing his face or knowing a name.
“fine” you whisper, “my phone is in my back pocket.” The gunman grabs your phone and hands it to you.
“no funny business” he says, as if you could text someone at lightning speed 911. You dial Aaron and hand the phone to him.
“Hey honey bunches, how did Christmas shopping go?” you groan at Aaron’s nickname for you, especially at a time like this.
“Oh, so you’re fucking the boss?” he asks very loudly into the phone. You groan at his choice of words knowing there are kids right beside you.
“Who is this? Where is my partner?” Hotch all but roars into the phone.
“My name is not important. What is important is I have your agent or better yet your partner. I want 1 million dollars. And I want it by Christmas at 12 AM. You have 7 hours” the gunman says. He then hangs up and drops your phone. “We’re going for a little trip.”
Somehow you evade police surrounding the building and make it into a car and off property. He makes a few circles before pulling into a parking garage. He grabs a cloth and opens the backseat. “Cant have you knowing where we go” he ties a blindfold around your eyes and holds another cloth to your mouth and nose.
Chloroform.
When you come back to your hands are tied to a pole and you’re in what looks like an abandoned warehouse. Seriously can an unsub, if you can even call him that, be more original
As you’re scanning the room, you see movement and a door opens. The gunman, who you still don’t have a name for, enters the room, walking over to you.
“You’re finally awake” he says as he bends down and tilts your chin up with his finger. “You’ve been asleep for a long time. Your partner has 10 more minutes to send the money or you go bye bye.” The gunman almost looks apologetic.
“Can I at least have your name?” you ask. You really want to stop calling him gunman.
“My names Jacob and I’m going to be the last face you ever see” he says trying to seem scary and menacing but really just looked like a 5 year old trying to be scary.
“Well Jacob I hope you rot in hell” you say as you spit in his face.
“You’re gonna regret that” he roars and then unleashed an attack of kicks and punches. You couldn’t fight back because your arms and legs are tied up. You just take it, punch after punch. Kick after kick. He eventually goes for you head.
Your nose is bleeding and you have bruises all over you face. “You will never make it out of here. Let’s do a little countdown. It’s almost time anyways”
He pulls out a phone showing the seconds, seeing there’s only 15 seconds left you sigh and close your eyes knowing this would eventually happen due to your career. You send Jack, the team, and Aaron love, hoping Aaron doesn’t feel the same guilt as he did with Haley.
10.
You take a deep breath.
9.
You exhale.
8.
A tear falls.
7.
You think about the Christmas lights.
6.
You look out the window and see snow.
5.
You think about the fun you, the team, Jack, and Aaron would have had in the snow.
4.
You hear sirens.
3.
You smile.
2.
They’re too late.
1.
Bang. Pain. Numbness. Darkness floats around the edge of your vision.
“Well it’s time for me to leave now. I hope you get to say your goodbyes.” Jacob says as he leaves through a door. You don’t care where he goes, hoping you can stay alive enough to say goodbye to Aaron.
You don’t have to wait long as you hear a door open with a bang.
“Y/N” Aaron shouts with alarm. He rushes over falling to his knees. “Come on, keep your eyes open. You’re gonna be ok.” He turns his head to shout behind him “I NEED A MEDIC” he seems frantic, clawing for help so you don’t die but you know it’s inevitable so you make your last words memorable.
“Aaron, I didn’t finish the christmas shopping. I didn’t find you anything.” you say brokenly taking a breath after each word. Your world darkens, those being the last words you say.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
‘What is that sound’ you think. Is hell really this annoying? You peel your eyes open and are met with a hospital room. You feel a weight of warmth in your hand and look over, seeing a mop of black hair, knowing it’s Aaron. You let out a broken watery laugh before you start crying, knowing your alive. You squeeze Aaron’s hand making sure he’s real.
Aaron’s head shoots up, “Y/N?” he asks, completely in awe that your already awake. You giggle at him and nod. “We didn’t know when you were going to wake up and you had us all worried and I cannot believe you were going to let those be your last words” he rambles on clearly freaked out.
“Aar-“ you clear your throat and cough a few times, Aaron handing you a glass of water to drink. “Aaron, I’m ok and you’re here and everything is fine” You squeeze his hand as an emphasis to show you’re still there. “So when do I get real food and when can I get out of here” you say as you look around your room.
“Well Garcia is bringing over a Christmas dinner because she bribed the nurses with food. It probably won’t be for a few days that you can get out but we’ll talk to the doctors,” Aaron answers your question as he stares fondly at you, never wanting you to leave his sights ever again.
You pout at his statement “Aw man I wanted to enjoy the snow.”
“Oh don’t worry about that, Jack put some in the freezer for you” Aaron let’s his smile overtake his face and a small laugh that he reserves only for you and Jack.
You smile thinking about Jack’s antics and hoping he’s ok. You miss him and hope he’ll visit if you have to stay in the hospital for long.
“Oh and Y/N, the only thing I need for Christmas is you” he whispers as he stand up and kisses your temple. He climbs into bed beside you only after you pat the spot next to you. You snuggle up to Aaron’s warmth and never want to leave.
Yea Christmas Eve sucked, but Christmas turned out pretty alright. As you start to fall asleep in Aaron’s arms, you hear a quiet Christmas song fill the room.
🎶🎶 Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you 🎶
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adharastarlight · 1 year
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Reg: its getting to the christmas songs being played in public time of year. I shall no longer be going outside.
James: sleigh bells ringing, just hear those sleigh bells ringing and jing ting tingaling too. Come on its lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with-
Reg: *pushes him out of the room*
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my-soupy-brain · 5 months
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i just want ted to come hang out with me during a snowstorm and watch the snow fall with some soft music playing while snuggled under a blanket and giving me cuddly tickles
Is it cold where you are too? It is here, and we have snow! I can imagine this so perfectly and it would be so...soothing. Let's gooo!
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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader
Warnings: A lot of comfort, teasing, a little bit of smut
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There was a snowstorm headed your way and you don't get those often where you live, but it was enough to send the city spiraling and shops closing.
Ted Lasso was afraid to miss you, so he made a deal.
"How 'bout I come over and we just have a big ol' snugglefest? Nowhere to go, nothin' to see. We can just hang out - the two of us?"
Your mouth dropped open, and then you smiled bigger than you have in a long time.
"I take that adorable face as a yes," Ted said, leaning in to kiss your lips gently.
"Yes!"
So here you were, at home, the shops already flipping their signs to "Closed" while you got out a pile of blankets, some candles, and made some cookies.
"Mmmmmm! Smells good in here, sugar!" Ted called as he stomped off some of the snow from his shoes in your doorway.
"Comin' down out there," he said as he unzipped his coat, and then rounded the corner and saw you in your cozy clothes.
"You are a sight for sore eyes, honey," he says softly, opening his arms to hug you. "Ready for our snowy sleepover?"
He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you could eat him up right then and there.
The snow falls outside the window, the candles are lit and you watch a movie. When it's over, you let the quiet darkness of the room take over, snuggled with Ted in his Kansas City BBQ t-shirt and joggers.
"I'm glad we did this," he murmurs, his voice and drawl low. "I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else on a night like this."
"Me, too. Thanks for coming over," you offer, turning your face up so he can kiss your lips.
Ted grabs his phone and turns on some soft music, Christmas tunes that are just right with the holiday around the corner.
You squeeze him a little tighter.
I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree...
You sing along with him, harmonizing and tickling each other.
I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you
Ted looks down at you with the last line, kissing your lips gently. The snow is still falling, the candles dancing around the room.
So romantic your heart could burst.
'Cause I just want you here tonight Holding on to me so tight What more can I do? Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you You, baby
He kisses you a little deeper, his mustache tickling against you in a way that makes your desire spark even more. Your tongue finds his lips and he kisses you deeper, a low moan in his throat.
Your hips naturally roll against his thigh as you kiss, his big hands cupping your ass and running down your thigh an up your side and into your hair.
Oh-oh, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere And the sound of children's laughter fills the air (oh, oh, yeah) And everyone is singing (oh, yeah) I hear those sleigh bells ringing Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? (Yeah, oh) Won't you please bring my baby to me?
Your hands climb under his tshirt, touching his warm skin and making him grab you a little harder.
"I need ya, sugar," Ted whispers against your ear while he kisses your neck, your hand drifting down under the blanket to his tented joggers.
"Ohhh, and that's makin' it worse," he says with a low chuckle, as you grin with his lips.
His own hand skates under your pajama pants and down your hip and your back arches just right...
"Bedroom?" he asks, nibbling on the lobe of your ear..
"Bedroom," you answer as you move to the bed and fall into it together, the music still playing softly in the other room.
All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas (all I really want) is you, baby All I want (I want) for Christmas (all I really want) is you, baby
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I could've done more tickles but the idea of this is so... *fans self* I had to go with it. But this is...heaven. Ted would absolutely take a snow day/weekend with you just laying around in cozies and making love. THE DREAM, I TELL YOU. Thanks for the prompt, friend!
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