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12 Days of Fluff: Day Three - Candlelight

Santiago 'Pope' Garcia x GN! Teacher! Reader

CW: Holidays, Children

WC: 600ish

AN: Twelve Days of Whumpmas prompts from @amonthofwhump

December 1st thru 12th

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Ao3

Tucking in your student’s mittens, you surveyed the group. It was the second time you had organized a caroling event with your second-grade class. Last year’s event was such a hit with the parents and the community that you couldn’t say no to putting it on again. This year’s class went above and beyond, surpassing any expectations that you may have had.

The students rehearsed for thirty minutes twice a week since the beginning of the school year. The enthusiasm that glowed on all of their little faces when you lined them up outside the nursing home made your heart burst with pride. Handing out their candleholders you gestured to the music teacher. The five-minute marker.

Shifting to the side, you were pleased to see that the turnout was large. The nursing home had only twenty residents but family and friends came out in droves to support the kids. Four songs were selected, the entire performance taking about thirty minutes, afterwards, the nursing home promised to serve hot chocolate and cookies to the little singers and their families.

Smiling, you took your candleholder from one of the parents. Everyone watching was invited to hold their own candles. Lighting yours, you turned to offer your lighter to the concertgoer to your left. A familiar handsome face shone back at you, as he took the lighter from your hand.

“What are you doing here?” You breathed taking your lighter back from Santi. A soft smile danced on his lips. Leaning, closer he brushed a light kiss to your cheek.

“How could I miss this? You’ve only been talking about this since our first date.” He hummed as he wrapped his arm around your waist. “I had to see the final outcome.” Oh, how badly you wanted to kiss him at that moment, however, it was time. The music teacher had called for silence and you certainly couldn’t and wouldn’t miss this for anything.

“Mr. Garcia, you just won some major brownie points.” You toyed resting your head against him.

“I’ll remember that.” He whispered in response.

The children’s voices rose slowly, gaining momentum as the carol progressed. The light of the candles circled the audience in mystical brilliance. Emotion swelled in your chest as Santi began gently rocking you along with their melody.

Looking around you realized that most of the crowd was also charmed by the sheer sweetness of the moment. Looking up at Santi, you were struck by surprise that he was also looking at you, his eyes gleaming.

“I love you, cariño.” His words drew a gasp from your lips as he kissed the top of your head. Neither one of you had said those words before. You wanted to return the sentiment but the handheld bell from the music teacher brought your attention back to your surroundings. The concert had ended and it was time for goodies.

Taking a deep breath you stepped from Santi, waving at the kids that you would be right over. Santi blew out his candle along with yours before raising his eyes to yours. When he did he found you gazing at him, shining with adoration.

“I love you too.”

Smiling wide, Santi grabbed your jacket lapel and pulled you close. Grinning, he lowered his face to yours before the chime of tiny voices interrupted. Your students were calling your name. Laughing, you leaped in their direction, praising and hugging them. Glancing over your shoulder, you called out to Santi who stood appreciating seeing you in your element.

“It’s time for hot chocolate, Mr. Garcia.”

Santi’s smile broadened as he followed you and a dozen little feet.

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12 Days of Fluff: Day One - Yule Tree

Adam Sackler x GN! Pagan! Reader

CW: Holidays, Pagan beliefs/Wicca, hint at sexual activity

AN: Twelve Days of Whumpmas prompts from @amonthofwhump starting December 1st, 2021.

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Ao3

“Kid, am I doing this right?” Adam held up the line of holly berries strewn over his lap. You smiled to yourself, your heart ready to explode. Your boyfriend eagerly volunteered to help with your Yule tree decorations.

Stringing holly berries together was just one of the few traditions you practiced every year. This was the first holiday season you would be spending together and he insisted on being a part of it. Nodding, you carried two steaming cups of Wassail towards him, with a smile on your face.

“It’s looking great, baby.” You ruffled his jet black mane before sitting on the floor in front of him. Adam dropped the berries and reached for his cup. Before you were able to stop him, he had gone in for the sip. Snapping back, he yelped.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Rolling your eyes at him, you shrugged.

“The steam should have been the first giveaway, my love.” You said chuckling. Adam playfully poked your forehead before continuing his task.

“So tell me again what all of this means?” He hummed. Breathing in the warm spiced cider, you savored the soothing drink.

“Well, the holly berries and pinecones will be strung on the tree as a way of paying honor to the gods. The tree itself represents the tree of life or some call it the world tree. The candles-” Adam interrupted.

“Are we really going to hang candles on that tree? Like is an apartment bonfire one of your witchy customs?” He winked playfully, displaying his customary toothy grin.

“Yes, we are going to hang the candles. They aren’t going to be lit all the time. And worst-case scenario, the gods really get the bonfire they deserve.” Sticking your tongue out at him you continued.

“Yule is the longest night of the year, so the candles help remind us that light is gaining and spring is not far away. Some say the candles help lure the sun god out from his slumber.” Looking up from your string of pinecones, you discovered Adam’s gaze locked intently on you. Suddenly self-conscious, you cocked your head. “Yes?”

Adam pushed the coffee table away with his foot before plopping down on the floor next to you. With one quick movement, his large hands held your face.

“You are just fucking adorable, you know that?” He hummed, brushing his nose over yours. Taking a quick breath, you took in his shining amber eyes before quickly looking away. Adam firmly held your face. “What’s this? Are you getting shy on me, kid?” He whispered, kissing your cheeks. “You weren’t so shy the other night.” He giggled as you pushed him backward.

“Get away from me, Sackler.” You jested as you dramatically held up the line of pinecones. “We have a lot of work to do if we want to get this tree decorated by the weekend.” Adam held up his hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay.” He exclaimed, waving his needle in the air. A few quiet moments passed before you were aware of Adam’s stare once more.

“Yes?” You questioned attempting to hide your smile. Adam waggled his eyebrows at you.

“I love you.” He purred, leaning over to you, pursing his lips. Happily, you returned the kiss.

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12 Days of Fluff: Day Two - Reunion

Paterson x GN!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

CW: Holidays, Drinking, Anxiety/Pining, mention of divorce

AN: Twelve Days of Whumpmas prompts from @amonthofwhump

December 1st thru 12th

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Ao3

Paterson ran his hand through his hair as he entered his former classmate’s house. Handing over his jacket, he thanked them for the invite. He wasn’t the holiday party kind of person but the days had been lonely since Laura had left and when he ran into his old friend, he couldn’t say no. Paterson recognized many of the faces that roamed around decked all out in festive wear.

Paterson nodded hello as he found the drink table. Surveying the different colored bottles, his eyes fell on the non-alcoholic option. As he started pouring his beverage, he heard shuffling to his side. Murmuring an “excuse me”, he scooted towards the bucket of ice.

“Paterson?” You asked leaning over the table to get a proper look at his face. Paterson’s eyes widened as he turned and faced you. It was ‘you.’ How long has it been since he saw you?

It hadn’t been that long since he had thought of you. Paterson was just thinking of you the previous week as he sat pouring out his soul to Doc’. The ‘one’ that rescued him from the horrors of high school. He hadn’t seen you since the day you left town, both of you promising to keep in touch.

After a month or two, you naturally became swooped up in the new chapter of your life. Paterson, on the other hand, stayed put. The rest was history. Paterson cleared his throat, freeing up one of his hands, he extended it towards you.

“Wow, hi! I didn’t expect to see you here.” He stammered feeling suddenly warm. You watched the red creep of his neck and spread over his pale face. You were overwhelmed with feelings as you noted that his freckles had expanded over the years, much to your satisfaction. Taking his hand into yours, you took a quick inhale. You forgot how much his hand dominated yours. You always felt so safe and comforted with him around.

“Yeah, I recently moved back in the area and reconnected with some of the folks from our class. It’s been interesting, to say the least, but…” You hesitated. You wanted to reach out to Paterson, you did but you felt guilty for letting your friendship fade. You missed him and he was the first person you hoped to see now that you were back.

You had done your research about his whereabouts and life since you left; military service and a tour overseas, wife, divorce, and bus driver. You wondered if he was the same boy that you had loved every day of your senior year.

“I am really glad to have run into you. I have been meaning to reach out. I heard you were still in the area.” Paterson winced at the last statement. Yes, he was still here. All the talks of journalism at the waterfall with you decayed into nothing but a secret notebook of simple verses. Paterson let himself really look at you, taking in how the years had changed you from a young eighteen-year-old to an adult, still just as beautiful.

“That would have been great.” He stumbled over his thoughts. “I mean, I am glad that you wanted to reconnect. I would love to grab a coffee? Maybe a beer?” Paterson’s hands fidgeted at his sides. Why was he so nervous? It was just you. The one who knew his past, all of it, and still accepted him.

You bit back a smile as you watched Paterson grow more twitchy with each passing second. You missed your awkward boy.

“Yes, I would love that.” You hummed trying to hold back your eagerness. Before you could ask if he would want to go sit and catch up, a group of very loud friends grouped you in and by the time you were able to look up, Paterson was gone.

- - -

Tightly gripping your cellphone, you paced back and forth in your living room. Paterson had left before you had gotten his number. It was an easy fix but it meant that you needed to send the first text and admit that you were able to hunt down his contact information. It was 2021 so it wasn’t that odd, was it?

Stamping your foot, and shaking your body, you attempted to rid yourself of your anxiety. This was after all a dear friend. The only problem was that you were painfully in love with him and compared every single potential dating partner to him, resulting in lots of nights alone.

Quickly, without thought, you sent the text. Simple and easy, just letting him know that you had his number and were still down for a get-together. Nothing weird about any of that. Dancing in place, you flung your cellphone to the couch. You would not sit and stare at it despite how much you wanted to.

Deciding that you needed a distraction you busied yourself tidying around the house before ending up in bed with a book. You read the same chapter twice before hearing the chime of your phone. Diving, towards the living room, you read the preview. You were going on a coffee date with Paterson.

- - -

Things immediately picked up right where you had left them, as teens. You and Paterson were inseparable, spending every day talking, either in person or by text. You would show up on his lunch breaks at the waterfall ready to share the events of your workday. Sometimes, theorizing about the next episode of the current series you were bingeing every Saturday night.

Paterson was typically over a couple of nights a week, cooking a new recipe he found on Pinterest. You always cheered him on, as you adoringly watched him produce some of the best dishes. He was a natural.

He just needed that extra boost from someone cheering him on that helped him excel. It wasn’t just cooking but also writing. You still hadn’t had the privilege of reading any of his old notebooks but if you were lucky some chance Saturday nights after a beer too many, he would share a poem.

It was those moments as his quiet voice read to you his most hidden thoughts that you knew that he was the ‘one’. No one saw you as Paterson did. He accepted you, made you laugh, held you when you cried, appreciated your mind, and allowed you to bury your icy feet underneath him during movies.

Several Saturday nights passed before you convinced yourself to take the leap. You were going to tell Paterson how you felt. You had to, despite the doubts wreaking havoc on your mind. What if he didn’t want it? What if it drove him away? Could you handle losing him again? Once more you were in the middle of your living room pacing over this man.

Knowing that he would be there any minute, you fluffed your throw pillows and surveyed the coffee table. Your usual spread of collectively chosen snacks. The scuffling at the door alerted you to his arrival.

Paterson casually appeared in your kitchen, carrying a six-pack of his newest venture of craft beer. Quietly you watched him make his way to the refrigerator. He turned and looked at you with a slight grin.

“What’s up?” He asked, draping his jacket over a kitchen chair. Paterson sensed the obvious tension in the apartment. Something was clearly wrong. Looking around the kitchen, Paterson noted something was not right.

“The pizza? Did they not deliver it yet?” He asked, realizing the missing piece.

You froze. How could you forget dinner? The panic that had been mounting rose in your throat.

“Oh, yeah, I spaced about the pizza. Let me call it in!” You blurted hurriedly, vaulting towards the living room to grab your cell. Paterson followed. You placed the order as Paterson sat on the couch and waited.

As soon as you lowered your phone, he motioned towards you to join him on the couch. ‘He was your best friend’. This was the mantra you recited to yourself as you attempted to casually seat yourself at the opposite end of the couch.

“Bad day?” He ventured softly. You knew that tone instantly. He thought this was a brain thing. A mental illness, brain thing. Sometimes you had those moments. He was there through them all. You shook your head. This was not going how you envisioned it. Inhaling quickly, your words flew out.

“I want us to stop being friends.” Your hand shot to your lips as you said it. Paterson’s eyes widen.

“You want us to stop being friends?” He muttered before abruptly standing. You flew to your feet.

“No, no. I am--wait. I want us to be more than friends.” You stammered. The look of terror that spread over Paterson’s face was worse than you could have imagined. You wanted to puke. “We’ve known each other for a long time, and I get if you don’t feel the same way and think it’s---.”

“No, it’s not weird.” Paterson’s frame vibrated as his hands gestured as he spoke. “I want that-.” He huffed excitedly. “I want that too. I want to be more than friends.” The declaration hung in the air as you both recognized the change that was transpiring.

Paterson locked eyes with you before gradually walking towards you. “Can I?” He hummed his hand swiftly at your waist. A meek ‘yes’ from you was all it took before your Paterson’s hands gripped your face while his mouth found yours.

All the emotions that you carried over the years flooded your senses as Paterson poured himself into that kiss. Breathless you split apart, your head dropping to his chest. His labored breathing and heartbeat rivaled yours, satisfying the fears in your mind.

Moments passed before Paterson kissed your forehead.

“So, are we watching The Mandalorian still or?” He sighed, inciting collective laughter from you both. Before you could respond, the doorbell chimed. Paterson caressed the tip of your nose with his before shuffling towards the door.

“I’ll get the Pizza.”

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