#merry helping him find a second home is v sweet

[mariniacipher]

i love this- merry and pippin are his Special Friends and id bet they had gossipy sleepovers while sorting and packing everything, and i will take no notes on that

#lotr newsletter #lotr #frodo baggins #merry brandybuck #pippin took #peregrin took #also #merry helping him find a second home is v sweet #they’re friends your honor

[whorekneecentral]

Merry Ruff-Mas

Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angie loves trouble, angie also runs away from home, panicked mick, queen corinna cameo, snow storms, kind strangers but also stranger danger cause wtf lmao, mentions of death, finger sucking, rushed sex, dom!mick for a second there, praise kink, choking, creampie, penetrative sex (p in v), gina's a bit sus of mick at the end.

Word Count: 2,257

Author's Note: it's not a mick fic without miss angie so of course this one had to be based around her.

merry smutmas series

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Angie goes missing the day before Christmas and Mick finds her at the neighbouring ranch, wrapped up with ribbon and bows. 

Mick had headed to the stables and Angie followed close behind him as he double checked to make sure that everything was in place for the night.

Angie follows Mick make foot to foot, she was his little furry shadow.

So when he didn't hear her little pants and her paws patting on the concrete, he just assumed she ran back to the house. He locks the doors to the stable and finds his way back to the house, do you know who sat on the couch watching TV when Mick came in.

"Where's Angie?" He asks, about to take off his boots. Gina glances over her shoulder at her brother. "What do you mean where's Angie? Didn't she go to the stables with you?"

"Yeah," Mick says, looking around. "I thought she ran back here."

"No," Gina shakes her head, "she's not in here. It's just me, unless she ran up to mom and dad's room."

Mick goes running down the hallway to his parents' room. "Is Angie in here?" He sticks his head in and his mother looks up from her book.

"No sweetheart, she's not."

It finally hit him that she's outside somewhere, in the freezing cold. Before Gina could ask him where he's going, he goes running out the house. He shouts her name, tumbling through the snow. There's a giant flashlight in hand as he makes his way around the property, following a trail left behind by her bouncing in the snow.

Mick finds himself at the edge of the Schumacher ranch, squeezing through the hole in the fence and onto the neighbouring property.

A few more feet and he sees a light in the not so far distance; a house with the lights on.

The least he can do is ask, right? There was no harm in that.

A knock on the door, Mick brushes the snow off his coat as he waits, hands shoved in his pocket. A young woman opens the door, smiling at him. "Hi." She says, a warm smile on her face, a thick blanket tossed wrapped around her shoulders.

"Hi," Mick can't help the smile on his face, momentarily forgetting why he was at her door. "I uh.. I was looking for my dog, Angie. She ran off."

"Oh," you say, "you're in luck, I found a sweet puppy on my porch not too long ago." You pat your leg a few times, the puppy running from around the corner.

The man at your door dropped down onto his knees, raw dog jumping on the man; clearly they knew each other.

"I take it this is Angie?" you asked, the man nods, smiling at you as Angie runs back into the house.

"C'mere Angie!" He calls after her but she ignores him, returning to the spot she had previously occupied.

You laughed, looking out into the snow to see your car in the driveway and nothing else. "Did you.. walk here?"

"Yeah."

"I can give you a ride back if you'd like?"

"Oh you don't need to do that," the man smiles, and you shrug. "It's the least I can do, plus Angie seems to have made herself comfortable." She had curled up by the fireplace and fallen asleep.

You stepped to the side, a gust of cold breeze hitting you. "Why don't you come in for some tea or something? I'll give you two a ride home when the wind dies down."

"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude."

"Oh please, I'm inviting you in." You nod towards the hallway and who was Mick to deny such a pretty lady ?

He steps in, leaving his wet boots and coat by the front door before following you to the kitchen. Mick looks around as he trailed behind you, the house decorated like something out of a movie; big tree by the fireplace, garland and lights wrapped in every spot it could be, even the throw pillows on the couch were Christmas themed.

"Tea or coffee?" You asked, breaking his thought. "Oh uh.. tea please." He leans on the counter, watching as you move around the kitchen.

"Thank you for taking her in, I know she's a bit troublesome. I hope she didn't disrupt your evening too much."

You wave him off, flipping the switch to set the kettle on boil. "It's no problem at all, she's an angel. She was on her best behaviour." You took a mug out of the cupboard and dropped a tea bag in it. "I heard the noise outside and I figured I should check what it was. Angie's little coat was stuck in the fence and she was tugging to get loose by the time I got to her. It did rip, unfortunately."

Mick shrugs, "that's fine, really." You hum, reaching for the sugar from the cabinet in front of you. "Are you here alone?" He asks, realizing that he's yet to see anyone else.

You'd be lying if you said your danger radar didn't go off at that moment but it was a harmless question, wasn't it? Not like you had some stranger in your house with his dog.

"Uh yeah," you turned to face him, taking in his features; blonde hair tucked under his hat, bright blue eyes, his cheeks were chubby but not overly chunky, proof that he was healthy but ate well you suppose, not to mention the award winning smile he had.

There was something about him that was so charming and so familiar about him but you couldn't place it. Then again, he was a stranger in your home, all alone, in the middle of the night.

"My siblings are in the city with their partners and our parents passed away so it's just me."

"Oh," Mick trails off for a moment, "I'm sorry to hear that."

You shrug him off, "it's okay. That's life, what can you do?"

The silence fills the room, the kettle whistles and you turn it off, filling the mug with the teabag in it. You leave it steep, turning your attention back to the man in your kitchen.

"I think I have a blanket that you can wrap Angie in."

"It's no big deal, I promise. That's not the first coat she's ripped," he chuckles, making you smile. "Come with me," you nodded, walking towards the steps and up you went.

Mick's footsteps are quiet, following a foot behind when you open the guest bedroom, leaning down to haul a box out of the closet.

He sat on the floor with you as you went through the stack of blankets that you've pulled out of the box. "Take whichever you want," you tell him, flipping through the stack yourself. He hums, watching as you flip through them and picks out a pink one with little butterflies on it.

You smiled, giggling. "That's uh.. that's my baby blanket."

Mick opens his mouth, "oh! Sorry!" He says, about to put it back into the stack but you stop him.

"It's fine, I haven't used it in years."

He shakes his head, reaching around you to wrap the blanket over your shoulders, "it's still yours," he whispers, leaned into you.

Your faces were all but an inch apart, Mick's lips ghosting over yours. It was you that closed the gap between the two of you and it was like a switch flipped.

A fight for dominance, the two of you on the floor all over each other.

"I don't usually do this," you mumbled, your lips on his as you felt Mick's hands slip under your top.

He hums, "me either." His eyes fixed on the red lace that covers your tits. Mick leans forward, kissing along your collarbones and down to your tits, you were so distracted by the feeling that you missed him pulling your pants down, leaving you in just your panties.

He smiles, standing up. You shift, now on your knees in front of him, hands resting on your thighs as you look up at him. He leans down and kisses you, his knuckles brushing the underside of your chin when he looks at you, kissing you once more. 

Mick grabs your chin, tilting your head back as you look up at him. 

His index fingers taps your cheek lightly and you open your mouth, “hm such a good girl.” He squeezes your face slightly before he slips his thumb into your mouth. 

He crouches down in front of you, eyes fixed on you and watching your every move; the way your own eyes study him or perhaps the way your lips wrap around his thumb, the feeling of your tongue on his finger. 

“Bet you wish that was my cock, hm? Bet you'd look pretty with it in your mouth.” 

He smiles at the way your eyes widen at his filthy words.

It was a few moments later that he pulled his finger away, kissing you once more; sloppy and messy before he pushed you to lay down for a moment.

He sits on the floor, his back against the bed frame when he pulls you down onto his lap. He kisses you, tapping your hip softly so you’d lift off him a bit before he lines himself up with you and you sink down onto him. The two of you let out a sigh at the same time; Mick feeling you clench around him and you feeling him stretch you out. 

"Relax,” he tells you, a hand rubbing along your thigh. “Take it so well, angel.” He mumbles against your lips before his hand wraps around your neck, fingers squeezing against the soft flesh causing a little whimper to slip past your lips. 

His ocean eyes fixed on you; chest heaving, the thin layer of sweat across your soft skin made it glisten under the white light of the living room, your hand wrapped around his wrist.

His hand finally moving from your neck, letting you take a deep breath; the air burning your lungs. 

A hand wanders down your chest, fingers brushing over your nipples before moving down your torso to your clit. He presses down, rubbing slow circles.

You fall flat against him, your arms wrap over his shoulders, his hand resting on your lower back as he bounced you up and down on his lap. 

His hand slips between the two of you once again, rubbing slow circles on your clit until he feels you clench around him again. 

“Oh- fuck,” you breathe, your hand gripping his arm as he leans into you. 

“I know, I know - I'm right here.” He whispers to you, his hand moving in time with his hips. 

Between the two, he pushes you over the edge. The knot in your stomach comes loose and he watches as you cum. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Mick follows behind you. 

It takes you two a moment to register all of it, you're still leaning on him when you speak. "I meant it," you say.

"What?" He leans back, looking at you.

"I don't usually do this."

Mick laughs, "I believe you, me either."

The barking from downstairs gets your attention, it seems Angie had woken up and seen everyone had disappeared. The two of you manage to get separated and dressed, heading back down to the puppy waiting on you.

Mick had picked up a green blanket from the stack in the room. "Shall I drive you two home now?" You asked and Mick nodded, "if it's not too much trouble."

You smiled, the three of you piling into your car, Angie in the back seat with her head sticking between the two of you while you drove with Mick's directions. You knew the place, the Schumacher Ranch - that's why his face seemed familiar.

The car came to a stop in front of the house. "If you ever want some company over the holidays, call me. I’ll come by or you can come over." Mick says and you smile, nodding.

"You know, I didn't even catch your name. I don't even think I asked." you giggled and Mick smiled, realizing that he didn't know yours either.

"I'm Mick," he extends his hand out to you. As one does, you take his hand, shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Mick. I'm y/n."

He pulls you by the hand, kissing you once more for the night. Angie pokes herself between the two of you, you laugh and reach over to rub her side. "No more running off hm?"

Mick gets out of the car, helping Angie out before leaning into the car from the opened window. "Thank you again.. for everything. I'll see you around, y/n."

"I'll see you around, Mick." You smiled, waving to him and Angie as they went up the steps to the door.

Gina was sitting on the couch next to the window when they came in. "Gosh, I thought you died out there. I was about to send out the search party." She tells her little brother, rubbing Angie's side as the dog jumps onto the couch with her.

Mick laughs, rolling his eyes.

"Was that y/n I saw outside? From next door? I didn't know you knew her." Gina raises an eyebrow.

Mick waves off his sister, "she found Angie and invited me in for a cup of tea." He tells her, smiling to himself when he remembers the cup of tea left on the counter - what had happened was way better than tea.

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[licentious-sanguinity]

☕️ + The VVV ;)

“Mmmm. The V trio, hm? Well, I mussssst certainly admit, they are a force to be reckoned with. It’sss natural to hear of Overlords grouping up when it comessss to making a proper foundation for their empiressss to prosper, though a trio is definitely rare within the unending power sssstruggles of the Pride Ring, and even rarer for such triosss to last more than a few months or years. But thosssse three together have managed to last for a good 50 yearssss, and if they can make another 50, then they’ll have a proper century of alliance under their belt. An impressive one, in a place like this, for certain.

…Ah, but you probably mean ssssomething more persssonal. What I think of all three of them, perhapsss? Very well. I’m in a good mood today, so I shall indulge you. Let us ssssee…

Valentino. Oooh. Now that is a name that ssssends all sorts of delightful shivers down my spine. What can I say? Hard not for a demon of lusssst such as myself to grow so very enchanted by a demon of sssin and sickly ssssweet charisma such as him. A wonderful body that makes the mouth drool and the loins ache, and a lecherous mind of pure corruption, wicked and licentiousssss through and through with how deeply he seeks to reduce others into toys for his amusement, how much he adores in pulling his captivated little pets along with sweet words and promises of fame, wealth, power, luxury. It’s something to be obsssserved, a demon of such vileness, and even admired for those who relish in such cruelty, and I always make a note to do so from afar. Wouldn’t want to get too close and become enssssnared in the moth’s web.

Vox…Mmmm. The man that is the rival and opposite to everything that smiling deer stands for. I will admit, I do admire the strength and sheer power that one has, forged from decades of being power and light to the whole of Hell, of placing phones in our pockets and lighting up the airwaves with signals and noise and images in places where there simply used to be silence, rather than simply rolling a magical roulette wheel and managing to score a jackpot the second he hit the ground. I’m afraid I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing Vox in action in a fight, but I’m sure it would be a sssspectacle. But what really makesss me so intrigued by Vox, in truth, is the oh so inssssidious nature of the gift he has given Hell to begin with. Wiretapsss in our phones to listen to our voices, eyes peering at us from beyond our screens on our televisions, cameras in our security systems recording and selling off everything that they see within our homes, data mining every button you ever tap, every ad you ever click, everything your eyes so much as absorb from the view of your phones and your computers. He wields his power of subterfuge and manipulation as a painter wields his brush and his canvas, bending and molding the minds of the masses that see him into buying whatever he sells them, into never doubting him, remaining loyal and happy and content with their miserable little lives like a cultist leader guiding their flock within a valley of silicone. And I persssonally can’t help but find it so very amusing to watch, even now, while I hold a phone in my hand, knowing that it’s listening to everything I say. Why would I do so, given everything I said? Simple. What would a whore like me have to hide at all?

Velvet. Dear, dear Velvet. The trickster, the jester, the harlequin to the group, the merry man who dances and jokes for the rulers and kings without the monarch not having any clue of just how easily the fool could tip the balance and leave the both of them for dead. Not that I think Velvet would ever do such a thing unprompted, but the air of cunning is certainly there. It clings to her, like the scent of metal underneath a fine sugary glaze of sweetened honey and melted gumdropsss, and it makes me laugh, seeing all the idiots who think she’s nothing more than a joke. The woman gave me a cake pop laced with so much drugs that a single bite would’ve sent a lesser demon into cardiac arrest on the spot, frothing at the mouth and puking up blood, I know proper well that there is more than her that meets the eye. She’s like a perfectly good caramel toffee that has a razor blade inside, ready to slice your tongue to ribbons the moment you let your guard down for even a moment. It’s a lucky thing that I just happen to be such a fan of sweets so much to begin with, otherwise, if I were any other coward, I would’ve been running for the hills. But no. If she wants to play her little game, to joke and dance and see how long it takes for me to look away just long enough that she may gut me when I’m not looking, best to dance along and have some fun.”

#succubus pentious #i’m all ears…(ic) #ask meme #winters club #suggestive tw

[alpacaparkaseok]

Happy Holidays - BTS Style

4. “It’s not much, but it’s ours.”

20. “Merry Christmas, bub.”

Pairing: Jin x reader

 You spent the holidays much like everyone else: tuning in to watch BTS perform. However there was one obvious distinction.

You had married Kim Seokjin 8 months ago.

It was the classic friends to lovers story; you’d met Seokjin through your friend Moonbyul (yes, the famous one), and hit it off. A year later had Jin confessing to you right before he left on tour, leaving you to dwell on the experience for nearly four months before Jin came back to Seoul. 

After you gave him a piece of your mind (you were seriously mad that he confessed then left), you were able to tell him that you’d harbored feelings for him for a while already. 

That was nearly three years ago. What ensued was an extravagant game of hide and seek from the prying eyes of the media, followed by an earth-shaking v-live in which Jin slipped up and mentioned having a girlfriend. 

Just when you were sure life couldn’t get any crazier or better, Jin proposed. You had choked on your own spit when he got down on one knee; a fact he will never let you live down. 

And now, 8 months later, you were reminiscing on all your memories together and realized that there was one gaping hole in your story. 

The two of you have done almost everything together. Everything, except for perhaps the most wanted thing. 

You have yet to spend the holidays with Jin. When you were first dating, it made sense. You weren’t serious enough to spend the holidays together outside of exchanging some gifts. Now, judging from the ring on your finger, you’d say the relationship is fairly serious. It would be nice to spend Christmas morning with the person you love most in the world. However, you understand that there are many more people who need to spend time with him and the rest of BTS, even if it’s just by tuning into the TV. 

That’s exactly what your plan is this year. Packing up the rest of your bag, you make sure to lock the key to your little apartment before heading out. As usual, a couple of suspicious looking people are strolling about outside your apartment. A couple raise their phones and try to look like they’re not taking pictures of you, but you know better. It was all too easy for Dispatch to find out where you and Jin were living despite the heavy security.

Jin left yesterday morning, the two of your exchanging gifts before the sun even came up. You were still half asleep but your were coherent enough to be sad that you weren’t going to see him for the next couple of weeks. 

He had joked about sneaking you into the New Year’s Eve party that they would be broadcasting just so you guys could sneak a kiss. You had just rolled your eyes and told him you’d give Tuck, your dog, a kiss instead. 

The traffic isn’t that bad, considering that it’s Christmas Eve. By the time you make it to your parent’s house out on the edge of Seoul, night has already fallen and there’s plenty of cars outside the house. It looks like the party is already in full swing. 

“You’re home!” Your mother opens the door before you can even get to it, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in! How are you?”

You smile back at her, instantly feeling better. “I’m great, mom. How’s the party going?”

“Oh, it’s great. Your little brother brought his girlfriend over, you have to meet her!”

You laugh, heading to your childhood bedroom to drop your things off. “I’ll be out in just a second.”

The evening passes in a blur of niceties and good food, your family double checking to see what time the boys will be performing in the morning. Your brother’s girlfriend is sweet, the two of you get along well. 

You’re in the kitchen helping your father with the dishes when he nudges you.

“You remember grandpa’s old cottage?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

Your grandpa had a cute little cottage just a little ways down the mountain, the foundation still strong but it had long fallen into disuse. You and your brother used to go there when you were kids; it was the perfect place to stay when you went on fishing trips.

“I’ve had a friend come look at it, he’s been repairing it. What do you say we go take a look at it?”

Looking around at the party that’s still ongoing, you shrug. “Sure, sounds fun. Let me grab my coat.”

A few minutes later your father stops the truck outside the cottage, the entire place lit up with golden Christmas lights. Your mouth drops open as you look at the little house; it’s beautiful. Almost unrecognizable.

“Wow,” you breathe out. “It’s amazing!” Jumping out of the car, you make a beeline for the cottage only to turn back and see your father still in the car. “Aren’t you coming?”

He rolls down the window. “I’ll be out in a second, I’ve just got to return this call.” When he sees you hesitating to go in without him, he waves you on. “Go inside, look around.”

Turning back to the cottage, you look down at the newly laid cobble stone path peeking up at you from the snow. The cottage is as pretty as a painting, lighting up the thick foliage that stands guard. 

The door doesn’t even creak when you open it. “Hello?” You call out. The lights are all on, the guy who repaired it must be in here.

Stepping inside, you marvel at the interior. It still looks like the cottage you loved to play in as a child, but it’s more elegant now. A great big Christmas tree stands tall in the middle of the room, big red ornaments adorning the surface. 

“How does it look?”

Whirling around at the sound of a familiar voice, your jaw drops as Jin emerges from the kitchen. He smiles at you, watching the confusion grow on your face.

“What...what are you doing here?”

He gestures to the tree. “Just putting the finishing touches together.”

Staring at him, you slowly begin to connect the dots. “Wait, you’re the friend that repaired it?”

Jin nods, smiling softly. “Can I show you around?”

Gently taking his extended hand, Jin takes you from room to room, showing off the beautiful interior design and going so far as to show you the tall oak beams he installed in the foyer for extra support. 

The two of you end up in the kitchen, where Jin breaks out the apple cider. 

“How are you even here right now?” You ask, staring up at your husband as he blushes under your attention. Even after all these years, his ears still go a little red when you’re completely focused on him. 

Jin shrugs. “I managed to convince some people that my performance will be much better tomorrow morning if I could spend Christmas Eve with my wife. I have to go back soon, but I’ve got some time.” He gives you an uncertain look. “I...I got this as your Christmas present, darling.”

It takes you a moment to understand what he’s saying. “The cottage?”

He nods. “I talked with your father, he was planning on just selling the property. You told me how much you loved coming here when you were a kid...I thought that it might be nice to pass it down to you, you know? And this can be our little secret out here, nobody will even know about it.”

You can’t help staring at him in complete shock. “You...you did all of this for me?”

Jin tilts his head, a curious smile painting his features. “Of course I did. I love you.” Scratching the back of his neck, he looks around the kitchen. “It’s not much, but it’s ours.”

Setting your mug on the counter, you throw myself into his arms, burying your face in his sweater as Jin’s laugh rumbles through his chest. “It’s everything, Jin. Thank you.” You squeeze him tighter for emphasis. “I love you.”

Kissing the top of your head, Jin checks the time. 

Midnight. 

Tilting your chin up, he plants a soft kiss on your lips that has you closing your eyes and remembering every kiss that came before it. 

Holding you close, Jin rests his cheek atop your head and hums out a tune, the two of you swaying back and forth. 

“Merry Christmas bub,” he whispers into the quiet of the cottage. Even though it’s nearly tearing his heart apart to know that he’ll have to leave soon, he can finally cross one thing off his bucket list. 

Spending a little bit of Christmas with you.

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#jin x reader #Seokjin x reader #jin oneshot #bts x reader #bts oneshot #bts holiday oneshot #jin holiday oneshot #jin fluff #teeth rotting fluff #bts fluff #bts requests #jin #jin imagine #seokjin imagine #jin as your husband #jin husband material #Seokjin husband au #bts husband au #bts imagines #bts christmas #bts holiday imagine #bts holiday fluff

[rpd-rookie]

Made in Heaven - Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Author’s note: This was request by @deshibasarathings​. Sorry it took so long. I really wanted to write something original and that looked different from all the other Chris fanfics I read on this subject. Hope you’ll like it

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language, Alcohol 

It was summer 1998 and as America was still lovingly dancing on “Truly Madly Deeply” on Friday nights, watching Titanic for the umpteenth time at the nearby movie theatre, wearing tight crop tops, colourful scrunchies and Dr Martens, and occasionally gossiping on the Lewinsky scandal at lunch break, Raccoon City was living its last frivolous moments, and the saddest part was that no one had a clue.

“A fresh beer and a girl. That’s all I’m asking for.” Joseph Frost jumped over the door of the old convertible green mustang with enthusiasm, his usual excited smile stretching his young tanned face. “That’s it, you’re sure?” His dear friend, Forest Speyer, asked with an ounce of sarcasm that he didn’t get.             “Fine. A bunch of fresh beers and a girl.” He winked, clicking his fingers cheekily towards Forest who sighed out of exasperation. “Always so optimistic, I see. When will you finally get that there is no woman for you when you go out with Redfield and me?” He scoffed and Joseph’s smile faded away in an instant to turn into a rather sad pout. “Tell him, Chris.”       “Actually guys, I’m alright with just having beers tonight.” Chris confessed as he put the keys of his car in his pocket. “As if it’s gonna change anything. All the chicks will be crawling at your feet anyway, begging you to notice them and forgetting the existence of our delusional friend over there.” Forest waved towards Joseph who glared at him, slightly vexed. A chance the man was not resentful. “Then I’ll introduce them to Jo.” Chris tapped his friend’s shoulder and Joseph regained his smile. “That’s what I call friendship. Thank you, buddy.”       “You know that abstinence won’t make Y/N give herself to you, right?” Speyer mocked; hoping that teasing Chris a bit would make him follow him on the path of seduction, however degrading he had planned it to be. “Jealousy, however …” He raised his eyebrows and Chris shook his head.   “One-night stands are your thing, Forest. Not mine.”       “Weird cause I can remember a couple times when I saw you discreetly leave the bar with a girl on your arm. But that was certainly before Y/N’s sweet round ass joined the team.” He mimed a squeezing motion with both his hands, his tongue raunchily caressing his lips as he sneered, a gesture that made Chris punch him in the arm in retaliation.

He knew what Forest wanted. His friend’s little game was pretty clear even for someone as blunt as Chris. But he was not in the mood to play tonight. And to be honest, he hadn’t been for the last six months or so, ever since you had entered his life with your wit and charming smile and had brought him back to his old high schooler self, meaning goofy and rather unconfident (minus the acne and the greasy hair obviously). “You don’t get it, do you?”       “No, I don’t. Do you get it, Jo?” Joseph Frost shook his head in a rather silly way, a bit like a contorted puppet. “See. No one gets it.”       Chris sighed. “Come on, man! You’re not a fucking priest! So stop drooling over that chick and stop waiting for her. She clearly doesn’t give a damn about you contrary to other millions of women as gorgeous as her who’ll gladly throw themselves at you in a heartbeat. And I’m pretty sure some of them are in this bar, right now.”      

The worst thing about Forest Speyer – apart from his disgusting machismo and his arrogance - was that he was often right, his insight being most of the time spot-on.     And as the three friends entered the bar, Chris couldn’t help but notice his colleague was once again astoundingly correct since the second he stepped a foot in Jack’s Bar, adjusting his brown leather jacket around his muscular body, a pair of Ray-ban Aviator à la Top Gun hanging from the collar of his military-green V-neck, more than one head turned to goggle at him and only him.             But it wasn’t Chris’ nature to brag or to strut and so he simply approached a clean table with his friends, ignoring the stares, and waved hello at Cindy Lennox behind the counter. She immediately welcomed them with her usual warmth. “Same as usual, boys?”       “Always.” They answered in unison and the waitress chuckled before disappearing to pour them their drinks.     “What about Cindy?” Joseph whispered with a naughty smirk as he bent over the table to make sure his friend would hear him over the sound of the music.   “Damn, you’re horny, Jo!” Chris declared, slightly shocked that his friend would consider getting laid with the woman that had been serving them beers every Saturday night for the last two years. “Of course, I’m horny. I haven’t fucked in weeks guys.”   “Meaning months.” Forest corrected. “Besides, I think Cindy’s got a man.” Joseph cursed, disappointed. “All that is Irons’ fault. Do you know how many extra hours I did because of that bastard?”           “No” Chris and Forest said at the same time with an amused smile.       “Well me neither. But a lot, I’m sure.”

“Aren’t you tired of bitching about Irons, Joseph?” Joseph’s olive face suddenly became very pale as he jumped on his chair. “Y/N! You scared the shit out of me. Thought it was Irons for a sec.” You frowned, not sure how to react to the comparison. “Really? I didn’t know I had a pervy man’s voice.”   “That’s not what I meant.” He mumbled and you chuckled finding certain amusement in his discomfort. “Oh Joseph, always so talented with women, I see.” The men around the table chuckled apart from Joseph who was as red as a tomato now. “Anyway, I was at Jill’s. She told me I could find you guys here.”   “You wanted to see us?” Speyer grinned and winked as he elbowed Chris’ ribs who immediately glared at him. “Jeez, discreet. Thanks.” He murmured and looked at you. Your brows were furrowed because of how strange the situation seemed to you. You had never seen Chris and Forest acting that way. “Are you guys drunk already?”         “If only.” Joseph sighed as he took a mouthful of his beer.           “Don’t mind them, Y/N. That’s just the way they behave outside of work. Lame I know.” You nodded despite being totally unconvinced. Now you understood why Jill was never willing to join their little merry band on Saturday nights. What better way to avoid toxic masculinity than staying home watching a good old movie, dressed in pj’s?          

“And there it goes away again. Y/N enters the room and bye-bye friendship.” You wondered if you should say something about this, genuinely curious to know what Speyer meant, but the second you opened your mouth to ask for an explanation you chose to revise your decision. “I wanted to say goodbye.”       The three pair of eyes widened at you in shock. “Goodbye?” Chris repeated, his incomprehension easily readable in his chocolate brown eyes. “My resignation letter was accepted. Got the news today.”         “Wait. What? What resignation letter?” The questions came as thick and fast as sub-machine gun bullets. You agreed that the news was more than unexpected but the way Chris sounded was more than surprising. It was a if he was distressed. And he was in a way. What do you mean you were leaving? You couldn’t leave. And especially not drop the news at the last minute.   “Yeah. I didn’t tell you guys about it because I wasn’t sure Irons would actually accept it but I’m quitting the S.T.A.R.S. and the RPD.”

There was a heavy silence that even the shitty music in the background couldn’t make less awkward. But that silence was necessary. The boys needed to digest the news. “May we ask why?” Despite not being a close friend, Joseph looked rather confused and even a bit sad. Clearly no one had seen the bomb coming. And who would have? After all, you were such a workaholic; always telling people how much you loved your job. This resignation, that didn’t sound like you.       “Long story. But let’s say I don’t think my place is with you anymore guys.” A lie but you thought it was better to avoid the truth, knowing that your three colleagues would certainly hit the roof – especially Chris - if they happened to learn the real reason behind your resignation. “So, I’m gonna take off now. Enjoy your night and don’t make Jill blow a fuse while I’m gone. And hands off Rebecca!” You pointed a menacing finger at Speyer who immediately laughed. “Can’t promise you that.”

You waved them goodbye with a faint smile and walked away towards the exit of the bar, saddened that this was possibly the last time you would ever see the Three Musketeers (as you liked to call them).         They watched you leave in silence, still not believing the unexpected news. “Can’t believe I’m actually gonna say this but … the office’s gonna look so empty without Y/N” Forest declared.         “Tell me about it.” Chris’ voice was suddenly weary and miserable. To him, you were the sunshine of the office, the star of the S.T.A.R.S, always illuminating people with your good mood and your joie de vivre. Hell, you were probably the only one who could laugh to his dad jokes without pretending.     “Then what are you waiting for then?” Speyer said to Chris. “Go after her.”     “I can’t.” Chris sighed. “And what for?” He took a long mouthful of beer that almost emptied the glass. Perhaps getting drunk would help him digest the fact that you were leaving.         “ So you’re just gonna let her leave without telling her how you feel? I thought you were more courageous than that.” Chris’ stein hit the table with a loud clink.       “And what would it change?” Chris almost shouted. “She’s leaving. She’s made her decision. Telling her how I feel won’t change it.”

And yet he chose to give it a try.

He rushed to his car to drive after you. He rapidly found you, walking up towards the main avenue near the police station certainly to catch a train to go back to your place near St Michael’s Clock Tower. “Y/N” He shouted and you frowned, astonished to see him here. “Chris? What are you doing?”             “ Let me drive you home.” Normally, you would have refused, being the kind of woman that liked to do things by herself. But there was something in the way Chris was looking at you that actually convinced you to get in his car.            

The ride back to your place was rather quiet, the only voice echoing in the Mustang being Freddy Mercury’s singing on the radio. “I always knew you were a Queen fan.” You said to lighten the mood. “Is it written on my forehead?”           “Just on your jacket, Made in Heaven.” You winked and smiled when Chris finally chuckled. “How’s gonna call me that when you’re gone?” Your grin faded away as you wondered almost the same thing. Who will you call ‘Made in Heaven’ after you’re gone? That was a nickname reserved for Chris, one you had found when you were having trouble memorising everyone’s names at the office and that had stayed because of how smiley Chris was each time you were calling him that. “I can ask Forest to call you that if you want. I’m sure he’d love to.”         Chris had a faint smile. “Certainly. But it won’t be the same.”     You could tell he was really affected by your departure and was struggling to say something. But even if you wanted to know what was going on in his head right now, curiosity eating you up, you decided to give him time. Surely was he just trying to gather the courage he needed to talk.

When you both arrived at your place, Chris was still silent and thoughtless. “Do you want to come in?” You thought that a drink might do him some good and help him. He accepted the offer and followed you towards your apartment.

The main room was messy and cluttered with a dozen of boxes already. Most of them were full of old books, VHS and CDs. “I see you’ve started packing.”         “Yes, sorry about the mess. I just want to leave as soon as possible. Beer?” Chris nodded and you disappeared in the kitchen, leaving him alone in your living room. “This doesn’t sound like you.” Chris finally said and you froze, your hand holding the fridge open. You briefly closed your eyes and sighed soundlessly. Of course, he had noticed. “What do you mean?” “Quitting. Leaving. This isn’t you.” You took a deep breath and joined him back in the living room where he was standing straight as a ramrod, a confused frown wrinkling his forehead. “The S.T.A.R.S is your life. You said it yourself. So enough with the ‘my place is not with you’ bullcrap.” He almost sounded angry but you knew all to well that you were not the target of his anger.     “It’s complicated.” You confessed as you handed him the bottle of beer.           “Y/N, I know I’m not the smartest man but I think I can understand the real reason why you want to resign if you just tell me. Aren’t we friends?”           “Of course.” You harrumphed; astonished that he might doubt that.     “Then tell me. Spit it out. What happened? Why are you leaving?”

You looked through the window, scanning at the small buildings surrounding your apartment before finally deciding to draw the thick curtain to hide yourself from whoever might be watching right now. Chris observed you wondering why you were doing this and tried to say something when he saw you heading towards your phone. You gestured him to stay quiet as you unplugged the device. “Alright. You’re starting to scare me. Can you tell me what’s going on?”         “Let’s say I’m in deep shit.” You waved Chris to sit on your couch next to you and he obeyed, staring at you with confusion and worry. “Weeks ago I started secretly investigating on Irons after the secretary he had employed last April weirdly disappeared.”                       “You did what?” Chris harrumphed. “Are you crazy? Do you know how dangerous this is?” You nodded. “He found out.”           “Shit, Y/N” Chris cursed. He was furious. “I had no choice, Chris. Something weird's going on. I can feel it. And I’m sure something happened to his secretary as well.”           “She quitted! Daniels from the reception said he received a letter.” Chris replied.       “Then why is her stuff still at the RPD and why hasn’t her rent been paid since last month?” The man frowned, trying to find a coherent answer. But he found none. “I found her diary when I sneaked in her office. She wrote that Irons used to get off in his office watching a portrait of a hanged naked woman. And did you know that he was accused of rape back when he was in college? This son of a bitch …”         “Alright. Stop, Y/N!” Chris cut you off and took a deep breath to evacuate the panic that was rushing in his veins. “How much in trouble are you?”           You shrugged. “Enough to be the object of intense surveillance.”

Chris hid his face in his big hands. He was scared for you, genuinely terrified even. “What can I do to help?” He asked. “Tell me. I’ll do anything.”             “Chris.” You sighed. “Y/N” He grabbed your hand. “I care about you. More than you imagine. I can’t let anything happen to you.” You had a faint smile. How could a man be so adorable, compassionate and caring? “You’re an amazing man, Made in Heaven. You do know that?” Chris returned your smile. “But I can handle this on my own. Believe me. Just promise me to keep this a secret and act as if you didn’t know anything.             “You can’t ask me to do that, Y/N. You can’t…”

You cut him short by pressing your lips against his, which made Chris almost gasp in astonishment. But the surprise didn’t last and he soon responded to your kiss with an adorable tenderness. “Promise me, Chris.” You whispered still so close to his pink lips as you kept looking at him in the eye, waiting for his answer. “I promise.”       And he kissed you again. It was soft and sweet and tasted a bit like beer but you didn’t mind. In fact, you even allow yourself to touch his chest and bring your body closer to his. The hardness of his muscles against your palms made you shiver and Chris felt it. He smiled and he caught your lips again as he pressed his big hand on your lower back. You cupped his cheek to deepen the kiss and then everything suddenly became more passionate and burning.

Chris’s lips ventured towards your neck to leave a series of hot humid kisses and possibly hickeys that would certainly last a few days. But you would bother about that later. For now, you just wanted to melt under his touch. So, you instinctively tilted your head backwards to give him full access to your soft neck, moaning because of how delicious his mouth felt there.         Your little noise of pleasure instantly awakened something inside Chris, something he felt deep in his guts, deep in his pants. His kisses became hungrier and more needy. He wanted to hear you again.

He laid you down on your back and lay on top of you, his lips still devouring your neck and his now adventurous hands wandered towards your chest. His body felt slightly heavy but you loved this unusual exquisite proximity. “Chris.” You sighed as he suddenly groped your breasts through your shirt. When he tried to unbutton it you put yours hands on his to stop him. “What?” He asked “You don’t want this?”             “Sure I want this. More than anything. But I don’t want you to … I don’t want to hurt you. I’ll still leave tomorrow. You do realise that right?” He stared at you and you could read the sadness slowly growing back in his chocolate brown eyes.                   “It’s goodbye then” You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s goodbye.”     “Then let’s make the most of it.”

To your surprise, Chris’ face met your cleavage rather quickly and he began kissing it as he blindly yet clumsily unbuttoned your shirt. You watched him do for a small moment and when you noticed how aroused he was, you decided to free him from his clothes as well. You  took his letter jacket off and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off. And goodness, how dreamy he was. Those muscles. Those arms. Those shoulders. Those pectorals. Those abs … aaaah. It frustrated you as much as it aroused you. How could someone be that perfect? You bit your lower lip and dared caress him and as your hand slid against his warm skin, right between his abs down to the button of his jeans, following the dark hairy line below in navel. “Like what you’re seeing?” He snickered and you smiled, loving his sudden confidence. “Do you?” He grinned and let out a small laugh. “Of course. You’re beautiful” He complimented as he freed your boobs from your bra without taking it off only to take one of your nipples in his mouth. “Holy … ah.” You moaned uproariously as you let your head fall against the armrest of the couch.

You felt Chris smirk against your tender flesh. The bastard knew what he was doing and he was fucking proud of it. You could play that game too. You grabbed him by the belt, pulling him closer to your body for your pelvis to meet his. However, what you didn’t expect was for his prominent bulge to feel so hard and huge against you even through the fabric. Chris was certainly quite a big boy.     Slowly, you unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them all along with his briefs. His cock sprang free, confirming your previous hypothesis about it. It was indeed big, bigger than anything you ever had, and hard and long and… You slightly squeezed your thighs and rubbed them. You were wet. You could feel it. And you wanted desperately some friction.             You quickly glanced at your womanhood and let your fingers crawl under your skirt and soaked panties. Your clit was engorged and your lips were swollen. And Chris was watching you silently, wondering how the wet pink flesh felt. “Wait. Let me” He lifted up your ass and pulled down your panties to carelessly throw onto the floor. Your legs spread, he looked down between them, staring at your glistening fold with a dark hunger in his eyes. He caressed you softly, very softly and you moaned between your closed lips as you instinctively embraced his delicate touch by moving your hips closer to his hand. You wanted more. And he would give you more.     

His fingers parted your lips to meet your clit with his thumb and he brushed your warm entrance to finally insert a finger inside you. You whispered his name with pleasure and it jolted Chris as if he had received a punch in his lower stomach, but a delicious exhilarating punch. He started pumping his finger in your pussy, forcing a cry of pleasure out of your mouth, and soon he added another digit to go and tickle your g-spot that he found with incredible accuracy. When you started convulsing and felt your orgasm building in you, you pushed Chris’ fingers away to pull his body against yours.

Laid on you, Chris instinctively began to rubbing him against your, his cock grinding between your legs, so close to your entrance. You grabbed his back and dug your nails in it. The friction was sending you slowly back towards heaven. “Oh my god, Chris.”     His pace accelerated until it began relentless and soon, he started panting rather heavily. “Fuck.” He cursed as he quickly lined up his cock in front of your hole to enter your pussy, unable to resist the urge of filling you up anymore. He didn’t sink in you as easily as expected and so he grabbed the armrest of the couch to use it as leverage and push himself deep in you. That thrust made you draw a sharp breath and a whimper of both pain and pleasure escaped your sealed mouth. That girth, holy shit! “Damn, you’re so tight.”  He started moving in you. He was slow but intense but little did you know that he was just warming up. “Fuck, Chris!”

You screamed when his cock started rubbing against a zone inside of you you never thought existed. You clang to the sofa afraid to fall under the strength of his deep hard thrust. You were loud and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d ever been that loud. Your previous boyfriend would have asked you to be quiet and think about the neighbour but Chris, Chris seemed to like your screams. It was all over his smiling face.

He suddenly grabbed both your legs and placed your feet on his shoulders. A position that allowed his long shaft to go even deeper in you, which you never thought was possible. And judging by how red and twisted his young features looked right now, he was definitely enjoying the position. Actually, he loved it so much he quickened the pace and started growling. You marvelled at his sweaty strong body and at his face tensed by intense pleasure “Gosh, Y/N. You’re driving me crazy.” You smiled.

You could watch him fuck you like that for ages. It was a real boost for your self-confidence. And God knows what you were capable when you felt confident.             You spread your thighs and wrapped your legs around Chris to hoist yourself against his chest, his cock miraculously still inside of you. Guess having such a size had many perks. You wanted to ride him and he immediately got your intention. Hands squeezing your rear, he leant against the backrest of the couch and chuckled as you comfortably placed yourself on top of him and started undulating on his lap, his cock amazingly buried in you. “Gosh you have no idea how beautiful you are.” You blushed and he tucked a strand of your hair behind you ear. Your eyes met and you stared at each other quietly before you eventually felt the need to grind against him. The depth of his thick dick inside of you was sending shivers in your entire body. That was incredible. You kept a pace that pleased you both. “You’re so good.” He confessed as he took a deep breath. “Are you gonna come for me, Made in Heaven?” You teased.      “That’s very likely.” He chortled, amused by the nickname.         Your hands leant on his muscular thighs, right behind your back, and you began bouncing on his cock with an incredible agility and eagerness that left Chris amazed. And you could tell by the way he was panting that he wouldn’t last long. Not a surprise. This love-making was certainly the most exquisite you had ever had. His throbbing cock hitting you deep inside was amazing, just as the melody of sweaty skins meeting each other accompanied by the wet sound of your cunt and the creaking of the couch under both your weights.         

Chris placed his hands on your bouncing breasts to grope them. “If you keep going like that I’m gonna cum in you.” He declared between two groans. “Please do”. He made you lean forward and brought your breasts to his mouth to lick them and suck the nipples. “I want you to” You gripped his hair without even realising it. It was a reflex, a way to have him … feel him closer to you, to tell him not to stop. “I want your cum in me, Chris.”

That was too sexy and naughty for Chris who let out a frustrated animalistic growl as he squeezed you butt, digging his nails in the tender flesh. He began pounding you from underneath, hard, fast and deep like a jackhammer, his balls slapping against your butt. You cried out. The sensation was divine and took all your words away. Now only plaintive onomatopoeias seemed to be able escape your agape mouth. Well, onomatopoeias and some very casual “Fuck, Chris” that would make your lover chuckle or smirk proudly.

And that’s how you felt it coming. That so well-deserved orgasm, ready to burst like a firework.  It made you cry out and nestle your head in Chris’s neck, your body convulsing like never before. But Chris wanted to see you. He wanted to see your face as you were cumming for him. He wanted to carve that moment to play it over and over after you were gone. And so he pulled up your hair to make you look at him. But you couldn’t. Your eyes were tightly closed and refused to open. And then, it all came out. And you screamed his name, on and on, loud, so loud you were sure the neighbours would probably shout at you tomorrow but you did not care. You let your juices flow along his cock and your wall clench around him.   “Damn. Fuuucck.” He growled and his moves became very sloppy yet more brutal and deeper. “Don’t you squeeze around me like that” But you couldn’t help it. That climax felt too good. Chris felt too good.

It sent him over the edge. He came hard in you, hot and sticky semen spurting in your vagina, painting your walls like nothing else. And you loved it, enjoying it the warm sensation with an amazed amused little laugh that made Chris chuckle despite his tiredness. “What’s so funny?” He asked.           “Nothing. Just telling myself that this... was made in heaven” You winked and he laughed. You were gonna miss him.

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A Very Rose Mistake (IV)

Part 4: How You Became Lambkin

 Here we go for a new chapter! This is cute, but also, an important chapter for many reasons! The plot is now starting to unfold!!

No warnings of any kind to apply here, really, it's just rather innocent and cute. I hope you like this new chapter! Tell me what you think about it!

Word Count: 3911

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Holmes Chapel, 2007

 Shakespeare was a pain.

Maybe it was still relevant if you went to the theatre and saw professionals actually perform the play, but from the point of view of two 13 years old who had to read the plays for school… it was a pain.

Besides the language being old, there was also the fact that tons of the words on the page had just been made up. Or at least, it sounded that way. Because Harry had most certainly never heard any of those being used before and he had better things to do with his time than try and guess the meaning of these words. Playing football was one of them. And there was no way his mother would let him out of the house before he would have finished his homework.

There was only one way he could get to the pitch on time to play tonight with his friends. He had to ask for the help of the brightest mind he knew.

He got up from his bed where he was lying down with his copy of Henry V covering his face. He let the book fall on his bed while he reached for the piece of red glass that rested on the side of his window. He aimed at the sun, until the reflection of the light on the glass would dance over your own window. The perks of having his best friend living in the house right next to his: it was easy to reach you.

And indeed, it took you less than a minute to appear before you would appear on the other side of your own window. He couldn't help but grin at the sight.

Harry grabbed a piece of cardboard from behind his desk, that he had already prepared. One of the messages that you often used and both had kept, ready, just in case you would need them.

Help with homework?

He saw you laughing and shaking your head, but you grabbed your own cardboard, large enough to hide you completely behind it.

My place?

He merely nodded with a big goofy grin on his face, before grabbing his bag, his book and heading to the living room.

"Mum!" he called, thumping through the hall.

"Yes, I am not deaf," Anne laughed at her son.

"Can I go over to Y/N's to do my homework with her?"

"To do your homework or play videogames?"

"I have a match tonight."

"Ha… so it's really for homework then! Sure, you can go. Bring some snacks if you want, I bought some cookies, the ones she likes."

"Thanks mum! I'll go directly to the field when I'm done…"

"No, you won't. You're going to come back here to drop off your stuff and to get changed and then you'll go to the field."

He heaved a sigh, but complied without arguing.

"Okay. Bye!"

"Love you!"

But Harry was already slamming the front door shut and sprinting towards your house. Your mother was waiting for him with her door open and an amused smile on her face.

"Hello, Harry! How are you today?"

"Great! Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N!"

"Y/N's in her bedroom. Do you want to bring up some snacks?"

"I've brought some cookies my mum bought today."

"How nice! Well, go ahead then!"

"Thanks!"

He took off his shoes, placing them in the space that was saved for him in the hall, before sprinting up the stairs to your room.

He closed the door behind him.

"Hey! Thanks, I'm struggling with this bloody play!"

You merely chuckled, resting your back against your wall as you sat on your bed.

"It's alright, I haven't started that one yet."

"Have you done maths already?"

"Yep! Just finished."

"Me too. But that English stuff… ugh…"

He climbed on your bed by your side, dragging behind him his notebook, pencils and his Shakespearean play.

Harry gave you some time to catch up with him on the assignment, although he hadn't done much yet. You then spent some time trying to analyse the text and answer the questions on your assignment about the scene.

Harry was annoyed to say the least.

"What are these words, even…" he groaned.

"Come on… some are cute… 'lambkin', that's cute!"

"Lambkin?! You think calling your girlfriend lambkin is cute?"

"I do. It's sweet!"

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Alright, then, I'll call you that from now on. We'll see for how long you find it cute."

You exploded in laughter, the sound enough to erase his grumpy frown.

"That's not fair! I would be the only one with a ridiculous nickname like that!" you protested.

"You are not calling me lambkin. Ever."

"Alright," you shook your head at his silly remark. "After we're done with this, we'll look for a nickname for you."

"I'm going to the field after, I'm playing with the guys."

"That just means I'll choose whatever I want to laugh at you!"

"Wow… scary… lambkin."

You narrowed your eyes at each other, and you considered his banter as a challenge.

"You're gonna regret that, Styles."

"Oh, am I, lambkin?"

But you could only keep up the serious act for a few more seconds, before you both let go and were lost in a fit of laughter.

You did manage to finish your homework on time for Harry to go play football with the guys. You spent the rest of your allowed time before a screen looking for old and ridiculous nicknames to use against Harry on your computer.

You eventually found the perfect one.

His phone beeped after he was back home, about to go to bed. He had changed in his pyjamas and was about to turn off the lights for the night when the sound rang through the room.

"Harry! Go to bed, you have school tomorrow," Anne ordered, as she was passing by in the corridor right at that moment.

"I am going to bed! It's Y/N!"

"If you're not in bed in five minutes…"

"I am going!"

He checked your text all the same.

Y/N: I've found your nickname. You are chuckaboo.

He snorted, answering once he was buried under his blankets.

Harry: What does that even mean?

He put his phone on silence to avoid his mother hearing your response.

Y/N: It's a term of endearment to call a friend. Fits just right. Plus, I think it suits you, chuckaboo.

Harry: You'd better not call me like that at school.

Y/N: Oh, I will :)

He laughed, despite feigning anger in his next response. You merely replied with another smiley face, and wished him good night.

He went to sleep with an amused smile on his face.

It was just a joke, it would last for a few days before you would both grow tired of it. Stupid nicknames that would make you laugh for a while. Or so he thought, at least.

Lambkin and Chuckaboo.

What a ridiculous pair…

II

Loch Lomond, 2020

Harry kept on holding your hand as you settled around the large table that had been set for your family. The atmosphere was more relaxed as you waited for Amy and her family to join all of you over dinner. Your mom and you sat between your father and Harry, a protection of some sort against the nasty glances that your dad kept on throwing at your fake boyfriend. Dinner was merry, and Amy's family provided a nice distraction for your own family members to focus on. Harry spent most of the evening lost in a deep conversation with Amy's grandfather about 'the music back then', and he seemed to blend in just fine, not that you had ever had any doubt that he would.

One chair though had been left empty. In the large hall decorated with flickering lights, the view upon the loch growing darker and darker as the hours passed, until there was nothing left to see but the stary sky, there was one empty spot. It was for one of Amy's cousins, who had to work late at the hospital in Glasgow, where he worked as a nurse, apparently. Patrick, was his name, and he was set to sit right opposite you. It's only when you were waiting for dessert that he appeared.

And you struggled quite a bit to hide your reaction.

Because Patrick was handsome. Patrick was very handsome. Patrick was also 1000% your type.

And Patrick was set right across from you around the long, rectangular table.

He gave a kiss to his family, was introduced properly by an Amy that was on her way to getting from tipsy to drunk, and he seemed a little embarrassed by her antiques as she praised him for his work in medicine and called all who were single around the table to 'give him a ring'. And you found it cute.

You decided it was your duty, as you were the person sitting across from him, to make some small talk. Anyway, your parents were entertaining a conversation of their own that you weren't particularly interested in, and Harry and Amy's grandfather were lost in a vivid argument about Carole King's best song on Tapestry.

"I'm Y/N!" you introduced yourself with a welcoming smile. "Cassie's cousin."

"Oh, so we're the cousins then! Nice to meet you!" he greeted you with a warm smile as well.

And he had a nice smile. Very nice smile, indeed…

"So… you're a nurse then!"

He ran a hand in his hair, embarrassed.

"Yeah, I am. Sorry about her rant, I think she's had too much to drink."

"It's her wedding, I reckon she has the right to have a little fun."

"I guess. And what do you do for a living?"

You were interrupted by the dessert arriving, and you waited for the waiters to have left to answer.

"I'm studying for a PhD in history."

"Oh, wow."

He seemed genuinely impressed, which was always nice to hear. You waited for the next question to strike what do you do with a PhD in history, but it didn't come. Instead he asked another question, seeming genuinely interested.

"What is your thesis about?"

"The influence and impact of the XIXth century international exchanges and relations on modern politics."

"Wow."

"It's a mouthful," you joked, nodding your head.

"No, no! It sounds very interesting! Where do you study."

"California. But before that I got my degree in Oxford."

"Dear God… I'm sitting in front of the next Nobel Prize."

You laughed, shying away.

"No, absolutely not. Besides, I don't even think there is one to congratulate historians."

"A shame. I would have bet on you."

You did notice the way he shot you a shy smile. And you did notice the way he didn't look away, and didn't look for another conversation to settle into. He was focused on you while you ate your dessert, and you did the same.

Your conversation went on when the coffees and teas were served. And you had to admit that you liked it that way. He was charming, with a cute Scottish accent, and eyes that glimmered in the yellowish light of the room.

It's only when your cup of coffee was empty that Harry took your hand in his again, planting your feet right back to Earth, and reminding you of what you were here for in the first place.

He gave you a smile, before guiding your hand up to his lips to place a kiss over your knuckles, surprising you with the tender gesture and making your heart rush a little more as he looked at you with the tenderest of gazes.

"Are you tired, babe? Or would you like to take a walk with me? I could use some fresh air."

Your heart stumbled a little at the pet name, and you didn't like it. You didn't like it one bit, so you forced the organ to stop its little dance.

"Sure."

You bid everyone a good night -and did notice the disappointed look Patrick gave you as you abruptly ended your conversation in order to leave with Harry - and some other people retreated to their rooms at the same time as you, while you followed Harry outside.

It was cold outside, a heavy wind sweeping skeleton leaves to gather at your feet. You could hear the shushed rumble of conversations on the other side of the windows and the wind caught in the branches and lifting the water of the loch in clapping waves. Harry offered you his arm, and as you noticed that you could still be seen from the table inside, you took it with a grateful smile.

You walked along the shore in silence for a few minutes, your gaze distracted from the dark path by the shining lights above your head, but you weren't worried about falling, not when you were holding Harry's arm. He would catch you before you could fall.

He finally heaved a sigh.

"Well, that wasn't a complete disaster. It went better later on, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I reckon that once the shock had passed, it was alright," you nodded.

"Except for you father, of course. Judging by the way he was eyeing me all night, he probably will try to cut off my balls before the end of the week."

You laughed at that, the sound clear and joyful, luminous over the dark scenery that surrounded you. But the reflexions of the stars over the water was lovely all the same. They seemed brighter to Harry as your laughter echoed a little longer around both of you.

"He's not so fond of the idea. Don't know why."

Harry shrugged.

"Must think I'm not good enough for you."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

"Anyway… I think we're getting away with it."

"Getting the hang of it, babe?"

"Oh, shut up, chuckaboo."

"Ha, here you are again, back to your normal self. Will you start punching me next?"

"I've never punched you!"

"But you've threatened to do so dozens of times."

"I am very good at boxing."

His smile grew more tender, a little melancholic as well, but you attributed it to the quiet of the place that surrounded you. You were away from the lodge now, enough so for voices to have disappeared. It was only you, Harry, and the whisper of autumn leaves now.

"You're good at everything, Y/N."

There was a moment of silence, while you stared at him. But then, his expression grew a little mischievous, and he faked to be lost in thought.

"Except at cooking, and singing, and playing guitar, and most definitely climbing, and gymnastics, and…"

"Yeah, okay, I get it, you jerk!" you stopped him, punching his arm, although your gesture wasn't violent enough to hurt. Still, Harry dramatically held his arm as if you had thrown him your stronger uppercut.

"See, I knew it! Knew you would end up doing it for real, instead of only threatening me with your punches!"

"Well, you should shut up before I do it again."

"You're so cruel, lambkin," he tried to sound convincing, but the goofy smile upon his lips betrayed his thoughts.

You shook your head at him, wheezing.

You walked in silence for a little longer, before deciding to go back to the lodge. You were still holding Harry's arm, even if no one was around to see the two of you pretend. None of you acknowledge the fact, merely choosing to act as if you weren't. Maybe, a voice in your mind explained it by acting in case someone would bump into the two of you. You knew it wasn't the truth though, but you pretended that it was for the few minutes more that the gesture lasted while you walked on the edge of the water and under the tall trees.

"So… Patrick?" Harry asked after a long silence.

"He's nice!" you answered with a smile. "He's a nice chap!"

"Hmm," Harry nodded. "You did seem to have fun with him tonight. Even thought that maybe you didn't need my services anymore."

"Pfft! Don't be ridiculous! I've just talked with him for 5 minutes."

"Almost an hour, actually."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"You counted?"

He rolled his eyes at you.

"I just noticed it was a long conversation."

"Hmm…"

"You know, we can still tell the truth to everyone, and you can take your shot with Patrick."

You didn't know how to describe the tone he used to say the man's name, but it wasn't oozing with fondness, that was for certain. You looked at him suspiciously, a smirk creeping its way to your lips.

"Are you… jealous?"

"Jealous? Me?"

"You're the jealous type, don't deny it."

"And don't flatter yourself. We're not really together, remember? Why would I be jealous."

"I don't know, but you sound like you are."

"I'm not jealous."

"Good."

"But do you like him?"

You shrugged.

"I don't know. I think he's attractive. I think he's nice. So…"

"You like him."

"He's alright so far. And he is my type."

Harry raised an eyebrow, before his features molded into a frown instead. His mind couldn't help but compare himself to Patrick, and point out everything that was different between them.

"Am I your type?" he asked after a long silence.

You laughed, taken aback.

"What kind of question is that?"

He shrugged.

"I don't know. Just wondering. I'm playing your boyfriend for a week, but… would I be your type? Had I not met you when we were five and crashed your ice-cream into your face… had you met me tonight instead of Patrick… would you have thought that I was your type?"

You looked away, finally letting go of his arm, and the lack of contact between your two bodies made Harry regret his question.

"I don't know," you lied, before finding back your composure, and shooting him a smile. "But you're my boyfriend for this week. So for the next seven days, you are most definitely my type, honey."

He laughed, shaking his head. You had walked back to the lodge, and he opened the door for you, dramatically bowing before you to let you through first.

"After you, my love."

Harry went first to take a shower, and then it was your turn. Some warm water was just what your tired muscles needed to relax after your busy day. When you walked out of the bathroom, a little bit of fog following you through the door, Harry was lying on the bed, atop the blankets, scrolling on his phone.

He had changed into a comfortable jumper and a pair or pyjama pants that seemed warmed and soft. His curls were still damped, wetting his pillow, but he didn't seem to mind it at all.

He looked up when you stepped out of the bathroom though, and you didn't fail to notice the way his eyes settled on your legs before hurrying to your face while his cheeks blushed.

Your pyjama shorts weren't that short at all, stopping right above your knees. Still, it seemed enough to make Harry's cheekbones and ears turn crimson. You wore an old Treat People With Kindness jumper too, matching his grey hoodie.

"You're alright, Harry?" you asked, rather puzzled by his reaction.

"Sure, why?"

"You're blushing."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"It's nothing. I'm just tired."

You weren't convinced, but chose to drop the subject, your own fatigue weighing on you. So you shrugged instead, finishing to get ready for bed.

You slipped under the covers and heaved a sigh as your head hit the pillow.

"Tired?" he asked, and you could only hum and nod in response.

He hesitated for a second, while you closed your eyes.

"There's an extra blanket. I can sleep on top of the covers, and you under them, if you want."

You opened your eyes again to look at him.

"Would that make you feel more comfortable?"

He considered your question, and shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe?"

"I don't really care. But… maybe for tonight, you can do that. Won't you be cold though?"

"It's quite warm in here. And the blanket looks cosy."

"Alright, but don't hesitate to get under the covers if you're too cold. I don't mind if you do."

"Okay," he nodded, before getting up to get the blanket.

He lied down by your side again, getting comfortable, before he would turn off the lamp on his nightstand, and you did the same, letting darkness take over every inch of the room, looking darker than it really was as your eyes got used to the shadows.

"Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

You turned to your side, trying to get comfortable too, and your foot gently bumped into his through the layers of sheets and blankets as you moved.

"Sorry," you quipped, moving your foot away.

"'S okay," he replied, his voice lower than usual.

You let silence settle for a while, but it felt strange. Awkward. There was something unspoken hovering above the two of you, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"I feel weird."

"Weird? You mean sick?" he asked with worry in his tone now.

"No, I mean… it's a little weird sleeping next to you. Why though? We've done that since we were six."

He shrugged, but couldn't deny that he was feeling the same. His heart was beating so fast, he was worried you would hear it in the silent night.

"Maybe it's because we're not children anymore," he whispered.

You hummed in response.

"And we haven't done it in a long time too," you added, and he heard you nodding, your cheek brushing against your pillow.

He took a deep breath before speaking again, his tone hesitant.

"Do you… would you feel better if I took the couch?"

You considered his offer, but shook your head.

"No, I… I don't feel uncomfortable. It's just… strange."

It was his turn to hum.

"Would you feel better on the couch?" you asked him.

"No, it's… it's a nice weird."

"Yeah, it is."

"I'm just… it makes me a little nervous."

"Nervous?"

He made a face, that you couldn't see, but you would have found it adorable if you had.

"I'm afraid I'll wake you up with my snoring. Or speak some nonsense in my sleep. Or you wake up tomorrow morning and see me drooling, with saliva all over my face."

You laughed at him, reaching in the dark to touch his arm. You patted the muscles tenderly.

"Don't worry, chuckaboo. I've seen worse! Seen you throwing up a fair amount of time. Also, I'll just punch you again to wake you up if you start snoring too much."

He laughed, and both of your laughter mingling through the room made most of the tension in the room disappear.

"You're right. Besides, maybe you'll be the one waking me up because of your snoring!" Harry went on.

"I don't snore!" you snorted.

"You do. I've heard you before."

"Well, then, you can wake me up if I do."

You moved your fingers away from his arm, but they lingered on the mattress near him all the same, in the little space between the two of you.

"Sleep well, lambkin," Harry whispered, closing his eyes, and when you answered, you had the same smile on your lips as the one that he wore.

"You too, chuckaboo."

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Little Heartbeats 2/2

Conner X Reader

Kon(90s Superboy) X Cassie

Everyone anxiously await the birth of their children all expectant parents under one roof. The parent's all unknown the babies are intended to come at the most unexpected moment

The house decorated in Christmas decorations and outside snowing beautifully. I sat on the couch in my living room by the fire next to Cassie both of us waiting for our super husband's to get home

"we really appreciate you and Conner letting us stay here"

"Aww Cassie I love having you here makes me feel less fat"

We laughed "I know right!" Cassie said

Conner's P. O. V

Kon and I flying to my place freezing to death both me and Kal wearing the scarves Ma made us and using our power's to keep warm

"do we need to get food..."

I looked at my brother obviously focused on something. I nudged him

"what?! Uh oh right what did you say?"

"Kon"

"sorry bro was just listening to my son now what we're you saying"

"it's alright I do the same listening to my daughter.. Anyway you want to get food"

"yeah sure"

We went to get groceries for the next few days. We finally made it home we opened the door seeing Cassie and Y/N sound asleep

"you know they're kinda cute"

I smiled I put the groceries away Kon picked up Cassie carrying her to the room they've been staying in. I opened the fridge to put away the milk

"Conner..." Y/N mumbled

"yes honey"

"come carry me to bed"

"in a just a sec got to put away everything"

"hurry up" she groaned

"do you want ice cream tomorrow"

"I don't want it now I won't want it tomorrow...."

"OK no ice-cream for tomorrow"

"Why do you listen to me put e-everything away"

I laughed I ran putting everything away I carried her

"let's get you girls to bed"

She nodded I carried her to bed I laid her down she cupped my cheeks

"what?" I asked

"I just really think you're sweet"

"well I think you're really sweet too"

I laid in bed with her she laid on her side leaning on me. I laid her head on my shoulder I kissed her

Y/N's P. O. V

Midnight Christmas the med Bay doctor said that Cassie may be a day or two late. I laid in bed Conner and Kon in the kitchen. I winced in pain my 5th contraction. Conner ran in and was by my side within seconds. I took a deep breath

"you ok? You're having another contraction! Honey you should have told me"

"hmmm" he holds my hand I felt water down my legs! "ohhh shhit!"

Conner kissed me he super-speeded away

Conner's P. O. V

I ran to tell Kon I bumped into him we both stood staring at each other. I looked at his face and I could see he's scared, Cassie is in labor!

"you too!" we both said

"I'll get the bags!"

"I'll get the girls!"

I ran and helped my wife to the door I saw Cassie leaning on the table

"Konl!" Cassie yelled

I ran to Cassie

"Y-you guy's too"

"great timing uh"

I helped my sister to the door Kal handed me the bag I grabbed it. He carried Cassie and their bag I picked my wife up. We left to the cave. Because let's be honest my unborn baby and the daughter of Zeus in a normal hospital is a accident waiting to happen....... Y/N laying on the stretcher she held on to my hand Cassie and Kon in another room

Y/N's P. O. V

I laid on the stretcher I held Conner's hand tightly my doctor Shayera sitting at the end of the bed. It's been 6 agonizing hour's of labor.

"time to push Y/N!"

I pushed yelling in pain. Then I felt relief and heard crying. I saw my daughter

"congratulations it's a beautiful girl" she said

Conner kissed me we laughed crying. She cleaned her our baby and gave her to Conner he smiled

"she's beautiful just like her Ma"

Conner gave her too me I held her tears falling from my face

"hello my baby girl I'm your mama"

He kissed me and sat with me he put his arm around me

"thank you so much for giving me our little girl" he said

I kissed him "thank you for giving me the chance"

That evening at Clark and Lois's house Jonathan holding Cassie and Kal's son Caleb

"he's so little"

I saw Conner holding D/N I walked to him. He put his hand on my cheek, he kissed me

"Merry Christmas Y/N"

"Merry Christmas Conner"

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Naughty or Nice?

Author’s Note:  Hey Everyone! It’s me, here with a little holiday drabble for you! This is a short one, so, please enjoy! And to my friends farvand wide, Happy Hannukah, Solstice, Christmas, Kwanza, Festivus and so on! Eat, drink and be merry!! Also, send love! Comments! Reblogs! Questions! All of it!! Pairing:  Loki x Female Reader Summary: Loki catches you in the kitchen with a very important question… Have you been a good girl this year? Warnings: This is fluffy! Some implied smut but nothing strong. It’s a little sugar cookie for you all!

“Have you been naughty?  Or nice?“

God, had it always sounded so dirty?  When you were nine and the bearded man at the mall asked you this question it didn’t give you tinsel-like tingles, right?  No.  No it didn’t.

Because Santa is wholesome.  He is loving.  He is literally the magic of Christmas and not even a little bit sexy.

Except for when Santa isn’t Santa.  When it’s Loki wearing those red pants with the furry cuffs, patting his knee suggestively, your body temperature doubles.  Suspenders crisscross over Loki’s shoulders, dark hair curling out from under the band of his jingle belled cap, the kind preferred by Santa’s Helpers everywhere.  It rang as Loki lifted his chin your direction, “Well?  Does your name belong on the Good List?  Or… the Naughty one?”

“Loki…"  Uh uh.  Nope.  This game wasn’t safe.  

Again Loki tapped his thighs.  "It’s customary.  You tell me what you want for Christmas and if you’ve behaved well, you earn your holiday wish.  I have the details correct, yes pet?”

Nodding, “Yes… you do.  But…”

“But?”

“I’m not going to do that, Loki.”

Smiling wickedly, “What aren’t you going to do?  Tell me your wish list?”

“Sit on your lap.”

“I see.  Well, then, it’s crystal clear.”

Snapping your head around, “What is?”

Loki’s blue eyes search yours, “Which list your name belongs on…”

You take a step closer to him, his teasing burns you like spicy cinnamon, well past the point of sweetness.   But your fire flared when you caught sight of Loki.  He was grinning at you!  The devious little imp was grinning at you and god help you, it was working.

You couldn’t stop the rolling of your eyes.  It was your only defense.  "Please.  This is so… silly.  Childish.  Beneath you.“

Looking a tiny bit wounded, Santa Loki hummed, "Is it?  Too bad.  I find this outfit quite comfortable.”

You couldn’t say whether he was comfortable or not.  But he did look fine in the cheap red pants, black boots peeking out from under fake furry cuffs, a white v-neck undershirt clinging to his lean chest.  Damn.  He made everything he wore look sinful and this Santa get up was no exception.  

All you manage was a nod in answer. Your body could melt right into the comforting hot cocoa warmth of Loki’s, if you’d allow that.  Which you wouldn’t!  No way.

Peeking under your lashes with a sweeping gaze his way, nope.  Still handsome.  Still standing there.  Still staring at you.

“Dove?"  His voice was snow soft now.  Sugared.  Dare you say it?  Seductive.

You didn’t turn.  You couldn’t.  If you saw Loki now, you’d crumble into his arms, a gingerbread dust pile.  "Yes?”

“You didn’t answer my question.  And I can’t be a proper Santa without checking my list.  Twice!”  Loki raised his two fingers in emphasis and your mouth went dry.  An image of those digits dancing down your body made you shiver.

Whining slightly, “Please Loki… just…”

“Just what?  Tell me what you want.  Do that and who knows, pet?  Maybe you’ll get exactly what you desire this year.”

Loki was close.  Closer than before, which you didn’t think was possible.  You could smell the deep forest pine of his cologne and peppermint cookie on his breath.  Shifting your eyes but not your head, you bit into your bottom lip, shaking your head no.

His arm skated over your waist, not tugging, just resting there.  You dropped the plastic cutlery onto the filmy green tablecloth.  Clutching the edge of the table to steady yourself, turning into Loki’s looming figure, “There’s only one thing I want for Christmas, Loki…"  

Your husky whisper glazes over him like fluffy white frosting, "You.”

Loki captured your mouth in a cinnamon spiked kiss that melted your body into his.  Tangling your tongues like tree tinsel, Loki licked over your punch flavored lips, moaning sweetly.  Skating his hands over your hips, cupping your backside, Loki has your body flush with his own.

“Hmm… is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

Grinding closer to you, Loki smirked, “Want a taste?"  

And boy do you ever.  Palming Loki through the rough red of his Santa pants, fingers tracing his length, you feel him twitch under your hand.

"Naughty… definitely naughty, dearest.”

“Yea… but I think that’s how you like me, isn’t Santa?”

“How I love you is naked and begging in our bed.  Remind me kitten, why aren’t we there now?”

Sliding your hand along his black suspenders, taking a minute to caress those wide shoulders, you twist a lock of raven hair in your fingers.  Tugging hard, with a lick at Loki’s neck, you murmur, “Because we’re at The Avengers holiday party and you told everyone we’d bring cookies.”

“I am… an idiot.”

Loki said it with a teasing smile and you nodded, agreeing.  “At times!  But, I meant it Loki… all I want is you.”

Pulling a small black box from behind his back, “Oh… I guess I’ll have to return this then.”

Lifting it just out of your reach, you hopped, hoping to catch Loki’s hand with the tiny package.  “You wouldn’t dare!”

As you reached again, Loki swung you into a deep dipped kiss, his arm curled around your waist for support.  “All I want is to make you happy.”

Tenderly, Santa Loki tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his blue eyes searching yours.  You felt tears come to your eyes, filling them, at the sentiment in Loki’s words.  "You do, Loki.  You do.“

A pleased grin broke across his handsome face as he brought you back up to standing.  For a minute you just stood there in each other’s arms, basking in the quiet moment of your shared feelings, foreheads touching.  It didn’t last long.

The kitchen door pushed open with a swift swing.  "You two!  We’re waiting!  It is time for presents!"  Thor bellowed at you both before rushing back to the crowd.

Loki rolled his eyes.  "Mood ruined.”

Giggling softly, “Nah… not ruined.  You knew we would have to face them all eventually.”

Looking forlornly at the door, “But do we really have to?  We could just sneak out… go home… get naked…"  

Swatting his arm, "Soon.  I promise.  Right now though we need to spread some cheer!”

Loki watched you pick up the tray of cookies you had baked all day.  Straightening his hat, he nodded, “Alright.  Let’s do this…”

Turning at the doorway you pause.  “Oh, and Loki… I meant to tell you.  I forgot to put on panties tonight before we came over.”

His eyes widening, Loki froze for a second, watching you shake your bottom as you left the kitchen.  “Definitely naughty.”

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Koshi Sugawara x F!Reader

Song - Never Seen Anything (Quite Like You) by The Script

Word Count - 2.6K

Genre ~ SFW Fluff

Posted ~ 17/07/20

The first time he saw her was when she transferred into his class in the second year of high school. He couldn't take his eyes off her, her hair tied up in a low ponytail and pulled it around resting on her left shoulder as she twirled the end around her finger, later discovering it was what she always did it when she was worried or nervous about something. And god did he find it cute.

It didn't take him long to meet her as Kyoko had befriended her pretty quick and she quickly became one of the team as she was regularly come and watch them practice, becoming a joint manager with Kyoko.  The first time he got the confidence to ask her out was to the school festival. He was so happy when she agreed to go with him. They were having a lovely time until the rest of the team found them and joined them. So the first date didn't exactly go as he planned. Suga didn't let him stop him, during the week once he found out that practice was cancelled on Saturday, he was already at your desk asking if you wanted to go out together for coffee and see where the day takes them.

That was the first of many dates, it wasn't long till they were together. Noya and Tanaka were jealous of Suga, he had bagged himself a goddess, as they called her, but they still had Kyoko to dote on anyway even if she didn't give them the time of day. (Y/N) supported Suga in every way she could, from being at practices and aiding with the new first years. She was so proud of him when he made Vice-captain on the team, and when they got to national, she practically floored him with joy when they won against Shiratorizawa. 

She was by his side the whole time they were at national, not wanting to miss a single match, even if they did lose in the quarter-finals she was still so proud of them. After graduation, they ended up in the same university, while Suga studied to be a primary school teacher, (Y/N) choose (degree). They got an apartment together, enjoying coming home to each other, being able to snuggle up on the sofa, watching some junk on TV.  His favourite days was when he would go back home, after a long hard day of lectures and it was one of her days off, she would be in one of his hoodies that was far too big for her, half hanging off her shoulder, as she danced around the kitchen baking some kind of goodie to some of her favourite songs. She had gradually gotten more comfortable over time with him, not wearing her make up around him. Suga didn't care if she did or didn't wear makeup or if she was a mess, or in those old faded jeans that she loved, they had paint stains on from the time she helped her grandparents decorate, to him she was the most beautiful girl in the world. 

When they graduated university, he got the confidence up to ask her father permission for your hand in marriage, her parents absolutely loved him, he was the kinda guy they always wanted for there daughter, but even so (F/N) couldn't help but tease Suga a little when he asked, but her father said yes he could marry his only daughter. 

He had everything planned, he had picked her favourite gemstone has for the ring with diamonds surrounding the gem. He took her away for the weekend to the beach and to a nice restaurant. While walking down the beach barefoot enjoying one another company, he finally got up the courage to ask. 

"(Y/N) the past six years together have been the greatest six years, I didn't think I could love a girl as much as I love you." Her hand flew to cover her mouth as she gasps as she watched him get down on one knee, opening the small box in his hand, (Y/N) saw the (gemstone) surrounded by diamonds set on a platinum ring, it was the ring she had always wanted, how did he know, the only people she had told was, Kyoko, Yachi and the other managers at the summer training camp back in their third year. 

"We have supported each other through thick and thin, we may have had our ups and downs, but we still got through them together, so I wish to ask you, will you continue to go through those ups and down's with me for the rest of our lives? Will you please become my wife?" 

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes with the biggest grin on her face "Yes! Yes, I will happily marry you!" Slipping the ring on her finger, she launched herself at him tackling him into the soft sand below them, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Pulling away they lead together on the sand, (Y/N) snuggled into the light grey-haired boy side, he was over the moon, he watched as his fiancee gazed at her ring in the moonlight.

"How did you know that I loved (gemstone)" 

"Do you remember when you and the other managers were talking about what kinda ring you would love if you got engaged, Kyoko had recorded you describe yours and send it to me. I have kept that mind for the last five years." 

"Five years? I love you so much, Koshi, thank you. I am going to have thank Kyoko for this too." She giggled, that was the giggle he wanted to hear for the rest of his life, it was like music to his ears. 

"I love you to my angel."  

A year later they were married, it was a small affair, the old Karasuno team was there along with a few from Nekoma and Fukurodani, and of course both of their families. Of course, Daichi was the best man and (Y/N) had Yachi, and Kyoko has her bridesmaids, Kyoko as her maid of honour. 

Suga, was in tears when she walked down the aisle to him, in her beautiful white princess style dress with a v-shaped neckline, the bodice of her dress had a decorative layer of lace that ran down her arms, her light makeup and her hair in a mixture of intricate braids and curls that was pulled into a bun. He still couldn't believe that this beautiful women in front of him was about to become his wife. The ceremony was beautiful and sweet, the wedding breakfast was full of tears and laughter from speeches. When it came to the first dance everyone watched the pair as they gently dance around the floor, nothing special just being closed to one another and enjoying each others company, Suga had an arm wrapped around (Y/N) waist while hers was wrapped around her back and placed on his shoulder, their hands linked together as they dance to Better Together by Jack Johnson, their song. Soon everyone was dancing, it was a lovely evening party with everyone having fun and being merry, watching Tanaka and Kyoko together was beautiful, they had finally gotten together and had married early in the year. Noya had come back from his travels for both the weddings.

The honeymoon was a surprise from their parents, they didn't know where they were going, but their parents convinced them to let them pay for it. The car drove them to the airport with their luggage in the boot, they had no clue what was pack, the best man and maid of honour had packed, knowing where their parents were sending them. It wasn't till they got to the airport and checked in that they discovered they were going to the Maldives. Once they finally arrived there villa was beautiful, right one the beach yet secluded enough to give all the privacy they needed. 

Two weeks later, after the very eventful and memorable honeymoon, they returned, moved into their new house and were back to work, Suga returning to his job as a primary school teacher. While (Y/N) enjoyed the daily dose of her (career). Two years into their marriage, they discovered that they were pregnant with their first child. Of course, they were over the moon having been trying for the last year and a half it was finally happening when they decided to stop trying and let it happen when it happens. 

Suga was over the moon and so excited, his wife had started maternity leave at seven months, and he loved sneaking into the house watching head do odd things around the house from cooking to just sat on the sofa reading a parenting book. He had tried to convince her to take it easy, but (Y/N) reminded him that was wasn't a fragile piece of glass and she would get easily bored if she just sat around watching tv or reading books. It was at that moment he was glad for the cordless vacuum so she didn't have to bend over to plug it in and it was much lighter than that old one they had. 

He smiled just having come home from work, he had opened the door quietly sneaking into the house so his wife wouldn't be aware of his presence, her pregnancy glow just made him love her so much more, there she was sat on the sofa, with her feet propped up out in front of her, noticing that her ankles had begun to swell again, he was happy to massage them for her. He watched as she was reading a children's book out loud to there little peanut, the nickname they gave the baby, neither wanted to know the gender looking forward to the surprise. The midwife had said talking to the baby was an excellent way to get the baby to know their parents' voice.

"Why didn't you know, his eyes are orange, his tongue is black, and he has purple prickles over his back-" (Y/N) was rereading the Gruffalo. Having become a little obsessed with those books, Suga was pretty sure that (Y/N) didn't need the book any more, she must have to know the words off by heart by now, from the Gruffalo to Room on the Broom and Zog, even he knew the works off by heart, but his personal favourite was Each Peach Pear Plum and Polar Bolero. (You have no clue how long it took me to find and remember the name of this book)

He watched her continue to read the book, not wanting to disturb until she was finished, he loved the fact that she gave voices to each of the characters each was different. 

"You love that story, don't you, my angel." Suga walked over, placing a gentle kiss on her lips, before cupping her swollen belly, "Did mummy read you the Gruffalo again? Did you enjoy it?" Receiving a kickback they both couldn't help but laugh at either the enthusiasm or dislike to the story. 

When (Y/N) water broke, Suga was at work and (Y/N) was spending time with Kyoko, who had also recently found out she was two months pregnant, she was telling (Y/N) about how Tanaka had reacted. Which was highly entertaining, he was gobsmacked and then jumped around for joy as he usually did. 

As Kyoko drove (Y/N) to the hospital there was a call to Suga telling him what was happening and to meet them at the hospital, the school had been very understanding and let him leave the second he found out just beating the girls to the hospital. (Y/N) was placed on the hospital bed and rushed to the delivery room with Suga by her side. Kyoko waited in the waiting room contacting, both of Suga and (Y/N) parents first, then the Karasuno team. All of them, when I say all of them I mean, Daichi, Tanaka, Ennoshita, Yamaguchi, Asahi, Yachi, the to be grandparents, as well as their siblings. Were waiting outside in the waiting room by the room that (Y/N) was taken into. Kageyama, Tsukki and Hinata were travelling down together from Tokyo as they waited, and Noya was on the next flight back to Japan from Australia. 

One thing that (Y/N) would be eternally for is the fact that her mother had passed on her short labours to her, still being their first child it was eight hours, but she had heard of women go through twenty-four to forty-eight and more. 

Suga appeared at the door holding a little bundle wrapped in pink, and behind him, his wife was being pushed out in a wheelchair to be taken to her new room to rest, she was also holding a bundle but wrapped in blue.

"Twins?!" Hinata squeaked, having made into the hospital with Kageyama an hour ago, the new parents nodded, with grins on their faces. 

"This little one was hidden behind her brother. That's why she never came up on the ultrasounds" All of them followed after the new parents towards the new room, the nurse saying that only family was allowed but was very taken back when (Y/N) and Suga said they were family. Once (Y/N) was settled into the new bed. The twins in the bassinets, they came to meet the latest additions to the family, they had named the baby boy Hiroaki and they baby girl Nishi, everyone was cooing over them, the twins were going to have eight uncles on top of the siblings that the new parents already had, what (Y/N) couldn't believe was how taken Tsukki was by Nishi, that girl was going to be spoilt by him. After twenty minutes, everyone left to let (Y/N) rest and said they would be back tomorrow. 

"Koshi, look at our beautiful babies." (Y/N) gushed as she watched the twins sleep from where she was laying on the bed. 

"You did so well my angel, I didn't know you had such strength." He winked at her grinning as he remembered the fact he was sure she nearly broke his hand, she had most definitely cut off the circulation in his hand with that grip. Suga leaned down, brushing her hair away from her forehead, placing a kiss there. 

"Thank you for giving me the greatest gift ever. Now you get some sleep I will stay here with you." Climbing into the bed next to (Y/N) that the nurse had brought in for him.

Suga had been given leave from work, the twins being born not long before the summer holidays anyway so an extra month he was grateful for so he would be able to help his wife with the twins, but he had to promise to bring the children in for his colleagues to meet as well as his young students, as they have been so excited that their favourite teacher was having a baby. 

Suga has always been so in love with his wife, but the look of her in the nursery holding the small bundle in her arms as she rocked Hiroaki back to sleep after his feed. He was in such awe of how beautiful the look of motherhood suited her. Even with the slight bags that were forming under her eyes, her hair was askew from the sleep she had been awoken from. He was quite impressed with how she slotted into motherhood, she was a natural. The twins were also so well behaved, they only cried when they needed feeding or to be changed, they slept most of the nights but they did wake rather early.  The look of motherhood on his wife was his favourite look he had seen on her. He had never seen anything quite like her tonight. 

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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

12/16/2018

Pairing: Steve x Reader          Word Count: 6,430

Prompt: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by The Jackson 5

Warnings: Language, fluff, oh man, fluff        *Masterpost in Notes

A/N: So, I wanted to do a Christmas themed fic and I decided to do it on some of my favorite Christmas songs so there will probably be a few more. This is just the first one that formed most clearly in my head. This does deal with Christmas so I’m sorry if you don’t celebrate Christmas but I hope you will still enjoy this sweet, sweet, (cavity sweet) fic. I had so much fun writing it and it’s my first time really writing kids so I hope it comes out okay. As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I love y’all. Enjoy this (hopefully) treat!

Chilly mornings, snow covered window sills, and the smell of pine are some of the simple things that you enjoy about winter.

Christmas morning, with the smell of a turkey roasting and the sweet scent of gingerbread and cinnamon floating throughout the house, it doesn’t take long for the two sleepyheads of the house to lazily slump their way into the kitchen to see what it is you’re up to.

The first one in is short, really short. She’s just under three feet of inherited sass, with storm blue eyes like her daddy, long blonde hair that shines as if it were kissed by the sun, and rosy pink cheeks that puff out in the morning. As she sleepily walks to you, rubbing her right eye with her small fist, you can’t help the smile that overcomes your face. She’s your little girl, your pride and joy, and boy does she look like her daddy. Only cuter in her long red cotton nightgown with long sleeves because, duh, it’s winter.

You don’t see hardly an ounce of yourself in her, save for perhaps her temper. She definitely gets that from you.

“Good morning, my darling.” You greet her, but she moves towards you without a word, her arms held up ready to be picked up. She might be three, but she’s tiny, and you know that she probably gets that from her daddy too.

Speak of the devil. You look up to watch a tall blonde man with sleepy storm blue eyes move towards you. The back of his hair is in disarray, but he also looks tasty in his long sleeve red shirt and festive green pajama pants covered in a silver and blue ornament print. He’s rubbing his right eye with his large fist, dragging his slipper covered feet across the light blue tile of your kitchen floor, the spitting image of your daughter.

“Oh, two darlings on Christmas morning. I’m so lucky.” You exclaim as you reach down and scoop your little girl up.

She wraps her arms around your neck and rests her left cheek on your right shoulder facing the counter where you’d been mixing up some flour. Her little hand finds the skin of your neck and begins to gently stroke it. The soft baby skin of her itty-bitty fingers feels like heaven. You’ll never get tired of her little habit. The other zombie moves towards you and wraps his arms around your waist and leans down to bury his face into the left side of your neck. You can feel his lips grazing your skin and it heats you up, chasing the cold of the morning away.

“You know, I’ve been up for a while? You both need to get in the shower and dressed. Sam will be here in two hours and Tony likes to drop in when he wants.” You inform them but your little one isn’t worried.

Your big one sighs, his hot breath sending shiver along your spine. “Warabou buggy?”

You don’t need a translator. “Bucky’s coming with Sam.”

But your big one doesn’t budge which forces you to get stern. “Steven Grant Rogers, if they show up and you’re not dressed…”

He groans and pulls away. “Okay, okay. I’m awake.”

“No, you’re not.” You say with a shake of your head. “Look at that face.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and then leans in to kiss you as you chuckle. “Mmm, you taste like cherries.”

He leans in and kisses you some more, deepening the kiss to get as much of that cherry flavor as he can. He has to maneuver around your three-year-old who is still not budging.

You laugh and don’t dare break that kiss. It’s a good way to start Christmas morning. Any morning, really.

Steve pulls away but peppers you with firm pecks while you speak. "Come-on-or-we won’t-be-ready-in-time.”

He holds the last kiss for a few seconds then pulls away to finally look at your kitchen counters all covered in dough, flour, fresh fruit, glaze for the cinnamon rolls, powdered sugar, pecans, gravy, stuffing, and all the other fixings for a full Christmas turkey lunch.

“How long have you been up?” Steve asks, worried that he’s made a mistake by sleeping in.

“Long enough to get this going.” You rub your little one’s back and then spank her little bottom twice with affection. “Go on, Sarah, let daddy carry you, mommy’s gotta finish the food before your uncles get here.”

Little Sarah finally pushes herself up and quickly turns towards Steve and extends her arms to be carried. Steve takes her, and she immediately finds his right shoulder with her left cheek but she’s not sleeping. She’s awake, if not wide awake, staring straight across out the kitchen window where snow falls steadily and piles up higher on the sill.

“Do you need me to help with anything? I’m so sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to sleep in.” Steve apologizes, genuinely, and he watches your face with disappointment in himself and it makes your heart stutter.

He’s such a good husband. So thoughtful. “Aww, baby, you just got back, don’t worry about it. I’m just happy you’re home in time to celebrate with us. For a few days there, I didn’t think we’d get to have you home for Christmas.”

He’s not appeased. In fact, he still looks worried about leaving you saddled with all the work in the kitchen, but you nod towards the living room. “Go on. Get her dressed and I’ll get you two some breakfast.”

“I’m sorry, hun.” Steve says again, still not letting go of the workload you must have already completed and still must do.

“Hey!” You say, almost as if you’re going to chastise him and he stares at you with those worried blue eyes. “Give me a kiss.”

Steve’s face relaxes a little, his lips curving into that small coy smile that you fell in love with, and he leans in to press his lips against yours while holding Sarah secure against his shoulder with his wide right hand splayed along the center of her small back.

“Mmm.” You say as he kisses you then pulls back with the sound of smacking lips. “Now go.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Steve says with a smile and turns to head back towards the bedrooms. “Say, we’ll be back in a little bit mommy.”

“We be back in a wittow bid, mommy.” Sarah repeats, her high voice is soft, like a tinkling bell, but flows even like Steve’s.

“Say, I love you, mommy.” Steve continues as they move through the living room towards the hallway.

“Wuv you, mommy.” She parrots.

“You’re the prettiest mommy in the world, mommy.”

“You’re da pwettiest mommy in da wold, mommy.” Sarah pushes herself up, smiling, having fun repeating after Steve now.

“Thank you for loving daddy, mommy.” Steve says as they both disappear from sight.

“Dank you fow wubbing daddy, mommy.” Her little voice is distant now, but you can just make it out.

You turn back to your flour and get back to making your cinnamon rolls, smiling because Steve is probably still making her say things. She’s a little on the shy side and Steve has told you how shy he was at her age but with you and Steve she’s an open book. Her small stature is also probably because of him too. He’d been tiny at her age.

It takes them twenty minutes to get ready, during which time you make some fresh coffee, and when they come back into the kitchen, Steve is dressed in a pair of dark gray dress pants, a V-cut navy-blue sweater with a lighter blue undershirt, and a bright red tie. “Well?”

“You look great. And where’s my precious angel?” You wonder, and Sarah moves in wearing a red dress with large white polka dots on the top and a solid red tulle skirt on the bottom. “Oh, my goodness! Look at how beautiful you look!”

Steve even tied a little grow ribbon into a bow on her head! Clever, Daddy!

You’re dramatic about your gushing and Sarah giggles and races towards you to cling to your leg. “You are going to knock the socks off your uncles.”

Your little girl has got to be the prettiest little girl in the world.

“We did good.” You tell Steve and he chuckles, watching Sarah grin wide as you fawn over her. “None of them are going to stand a chance, are they?”

“She’ll have them wrapped around her finger in the first ten minutes.” Steve agrees.

“Ooh, I love you so much.” You squat down so that you can pull her into a hug and kiss her puffed rosy cheek. “What do you want to eat for breakfast?”

“Fwench toes!” She exclaims excitedly.

“French toast. Okay. Go wait with daddy in the dining room and I’ll be right in with your French toast.” You kiss her again because she’s so darn irresistible and once again spank her little bottom lightly.

She giggles and races off towards the dining room.

“What do you want, babe?” You ask, standing back up and straightening your red, wrap around dress, white mistletoe printed on the soft flowing fabric from top to bottom.

Steve is finally back from his mission. He deserves to eat whatever he desires, and you’ll make it, no matter what it might be.

“French toast is fine.” He agrees with Sarah then moves to pour himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee and fill a child’s plastic reindeer cup with milk.

Steve moves to place the cup of milk in front of his princess and kisses her head as she grabs it and takes a sip. He sits himself beside her, watching the kitchen doorway with slight apprehension. You’re in the process of making Christmas lunch, now breakfast too, and you’d been wrapping presents all last night. You’d gone to sleep after him, woken up before him, and you’re still going without complaint. He has half a mind to go in there and force you to sit down and rest while he finishes up the rest of the food, but he knows you’ll only get after him.

Plus, he’s not as good a cook as you are. He’s decent, but this type of meal? Not a chance.

“Daddy…” Sarah’s little voice whispers, calling his attention to her as she hunches low by the table, her little blue eyes glued to the kitchen doorway as she watches for movement.

“What?” He asks, his voice a whisper too.

It’s instinct, Steve falling into play with her without any coaxing. He loves playing with her and if he could spend all day at home taking care of her and making her laugh, he would. When he’s not on mission, he’s already doing just that.

“Daddy, I hab a see-kwit.” She separates the word into two distinct syllables and Steve smiles at her cuteness.

She’s bragging, the rascal.

He gasps silently, his mouth agape as he widens his eyes and Sarah responds by biting her small rosebud bottom lip then covers her mouth with her tiny hand as she stifles her giggle.

“Mommy doesn’t like secrets.” Steve reminds her.

House rule! No secrets between mommy, daddy, and Sarah.

Sarah’s face goes deadly serious as her own eyes widen and become perfectly round, storm blue saucers. They’re so mesmerizing that if Steve wasn’t in conversation with her and highly amused, he’d be lost in those beautiful eyes.

“Is mommy’s see-kwit!” She exclaims still whispering.

Steve glances at the kitchen doorway as his brow furrows and he suddenly realizes that Sarah might have seen you buying his Christmas present or planning something else. Or maybe you were sneaking brittle again when he deliberately asked you to leave him some!

“What secret does mommy have from daddy?” Steve wonders.

He pushes his coffee cup away a bit so that he can fold both arms on the shining maple wood table, and slowly he slides, hunching down towards Sarah as she also leans towards him. She places her hand in front of her lips to try and cover them so that if you should walk in, you can’t see what she’s saying. But she’s so uncoordinated still that she mostly just covers her lips so that Steve has to lean in closer to hear her.

“I tink mommy wikes Santa.” She says, and Steve has to turn to look at her face to see what expression she’s wearing.

If she’s grinning, he’ll know that she’s playing a game. Whether it’s playing pretend or just playing a joke on him, he’ll know. But what he finds is a completely serious expression as Sarah quickly glances at the kitchen doorway and Steve starts to wonder if she doesn’t already have some innate ability to be a spy. She is your daughter. And she’s sharp and quick thinking. Witty. And with the way she’s treating this exchange of information, Steve can suddenly see your influence, the spy life that you’d given up when you’d gotten pregnant, he can see it in her in this moment. Her shifty eyes, her careful whispering. She knows what she’s doing probably without knowing it.

And she’s fucking adorable doing it too.

“Why do you think mommy likes Santa? Don’t we want to like Santa? He brings us presents.” Steve counters and Sarah frowns at him and it’s so cute and terrifying, the extent of her expressions that he pulls back a bit.

“Daddy, mommy wikes Santa wike she wikes daddy!” She explains, exasperated with Steve’s inability to get the picture.

A little lightbulb flickers on in Steve’s head suddenly and he has to focus hard not to smile because this is serious business for his baby girl and he’s going to give her the respect that she deserves while she conducts her investigation!

“What makes you say that, princess?” Steve urges for an explanation and Sarah looks back to the kitchen doorway and sighs like she’s about to give him her life’s story.

Sarah’s little fluttering heart prompts her to sit anxiously on the edge of her soft bed. Her little hands slowly rub the soft and fresh satin fabric of her sunshine yellow comforter, her favorite color. There’s little pink flowers all over it and it’s the best blanket in the entire world! Mommy and Daddy picked it and Sarah loves it and she will never sleep without it.

She hears a sudden gasp at her door and she tenses up, gripping her comforter as the door shoots open and you race inside, shutting the door behind you before moving to sit beside her on the bed. You wrap your arm around her small shoulders and Sarah can’t help but lean into your embrace. Mommy is safe. Mommy is where no one can hurt you.

“Shhh, you hear that?” You ask and Sarah nods as the distant sound of sleigh bells echoes down the hall. “What is it, Sarah?”

Sarah listens a few seconds longer, her eyes wide as she processes the tinkling noise and then she remembers and whispers excitedly. “Waindee-o!”

“Santa’s reindeer!” You gasp excitedly with her, dropping your voice to a whisper like hers.

Suddenly there’s a loud thump and you fake a jump, but Sarah’s tiny heart gives a leap and she wraps her little arms around your waist, burying her face against your side.

“Oh, my goodness!” You exclaim quietly. “What do you think that might have been?”

Sarah peeks out towards the door then fully turns her face towards it as her mind rushes to remember what that sound could be.

“Santa’s sway.” She whispers and smiles up at you. “Santa’s heo.”

You widen your eyes, bite your bottom lip and she copies you.

“Should we go see?” You ask her, and Sarah looks at the door before she bravely hops off of the bed and marches to the door.

She looks down at her hands, empty, and races back to the bed to grab her stuffed Captain America doll which Uncle Bucky had thought would annoy Steve, but it only made Steve proud when Sarah clung to the doll for safety. ‘Dis my daddy.’ She’d say proudly, and Steve would beam.

She clutches the doll against her chest then moves back towards the door. “Okay, mommy, wes go see Santa.”

As you move to catch up with her, Sarah doesn’t react when you reach down and pull her long red nightgown down all the way. She’s staring at the door with fierce determination, mimicking your face when you stare at the sink full of dishes.

She has no way of knowing you’d worn that face when you’d been fighting enemies around the world before she was born. She’s got your natural instinct for facing what scares her a little bit and Steve’s bravery to face it with determination and strength.

You open the door and Sarah peeks out first, looking around the corner down the long hallway as she stares at the distant living room. The rest of the apartment is dark, except for the orange glow in the living room coming from the fireplace as it crackles with hot and inviting flames. There’s also the tree, tall and covered in soft white twinkle lights that pulsate softly filling the room with dim and pleasant mood lighting.

“Which way, my darling?” You ask her, and Sarah looks up at you, her brow furrowed as she points towards the living room.

“Dat way, mommy.” Sarah walks forward, courage filling her chest, and she’s not scared anymore.

She wants to see Santa and if he didn’t bring daddy and mommy presents too then she’s going to have a stern word with him.

“Kwite, mommy. Shhh.” She whispers, pressing the tiny index finger of her right hand to her lips as she clutches Captain America to her chest with her left, and Sarah is so glad that she went back for Daddy because he gives her the brave stuff to move towards Santa.

“Ooh, okay, baby.” You assure her, and Sarah knows that you’ll be quiet without needing to be told again.

Mommy is the best at keeping quiet. Even better than daddy!

The closer the two of you draw to the living room, the more of the dimly lit room is exposed, the slower Sarah gets. She does this on purpose, placing her feet deliberately so that they don’t creak against the wooden floor of the hallway. Suddenly, Sarah freezes and you do too. Your eyes on her however, and Sarah’s blues widen as a big tall man dressed in a red suit with fluffy white stuff on it and a big black belt and a big red hat with a fluffy ball on the end comes into view.

“Santa…” Sarah whispers.

She watches, frozen and transfixed with her left arm clutching Captain America more tightly to her chest, as Santa moves towards the Christmas tree and begins to unload boxes and boxes of presents. There are so many, Sarah gasps.

One, two, three, four, five, seven, nine, ten, eleven! Eleven presents from Santa, Sarah counts. Wow!

Then Santa stands up straight and Sarah flattens herself against the closest wall of the hallway as Santa moves towards the small table by daddy’s favorite brown chair where he proceeds to eat three big sugar cookies and then drinks down the whole glass of milk. Sarah is ecstatic. Those were her cookies! She helped mommy make them.

“Mommy!” She says excitedly, and you drop down onto your knees beside her.

Mommy’s hands find Sarah’s little hips and you pull her against your chest, wrapping your arms around her as Sarah bounces in place, so excited she can’t hide it anymore.

All of a sudden, Santa freezes as he places the empty glass of milk down and he pretends to be listening hard.

“Uh oh.” You say and Sarah gasps.

“Santa heard us, mommy?” She worries.

“I don’t know, baby, come on. Let’s hurry and get to bed before Santa can see us.” You rush to whisper and Sarah springs from between your legs and rushes towards her room as quietly as she can, throws her door open, and climbs into bed on her own.

She pulls the yellow comforter over her legs, shoves plush Daddy beside her and slightly under the blanket before she throws herself back against her pillows and shuts her blue eyes tight, her blonde locks a soft and beautiful crown around her head.

You move in and as Sarah waits with her eyes closed, she feels you tuck her in. Then you kiss plush Daddy because you always kiss plus Daddy. And then you kiss Sarah and Sarah smiles.

“Goodnight, my angel. Sweet dreams and remember to stay in bed. Santa might still be here.” You whisper and Sarah nods, her eyes still shut tight.

For several minutes, Sarah listens hard. She hears a very faint click, the only indication that you’ve left her room and she tries hard to go to sleep.

“Sweep, sweep, sweep…” She chants under her breath but when sleep doesn’t come, Sarah opens her eyes and looks towards the door. She can hear the faint mumbling of voices and wonders if maybe Daddy’s home.

Because she can’t resist the lure of seeing Daddy before the night is over, she slowly gets up from her bed and moves towards the door and now she’s sure she can hear Mommy laughing. She’s laughing like when Daddy’s home!

New excitement courses through Sarah’s little body, more so than when she heard Santa, and she pulls the door open and scampers down the hallway towards the living room then stops dead as she sees Santa standing in front of the tree, carrying Mommy!

For a moment, poor Sarah isn’t sure what she’s seeing. She flattens herself against the hallway wall again and this time, squats down on her own so that she can watch Santa with Mommy properly. That’s not Daddy. Why is Mommy laughing with Santa?!

Then Santa leans in towards Mommy and tickles Mommy’s cheek with his whiskers! Why is Santa tickling Mommy with his whiskers?!

“Awe, I do miss the beard.” Mommy says and Sarah watches as Santa tickles Mommy again and Mommy reaches down to scratch Santa’s chin through his beard.

When Santa speaks, he sounds slightly familiar, but Sarah is so shocked by what she’s seeing that she’s not sure why Santa sounds like that.

“How about you give Santa a kiss?” Santa says, and Sarah shakes her head.

No! Mommy isn’t supposed to kiss Santa! Mommy only kisses Daddy!

Sarah is devastated as Mommy leans in, wrapping her arms around Santa’s neck and kisses him.

Mommy. Kissed. Santa. What?!

In a daze, Sarah makes her way back to her room. She slips in, shaking her head in disappointment because Mommy is only supposed to kiss Daddy. Daddy would be so shocked to see Mommy kissing Santa!

As Sarah climbs back into bed and pulls her covers back over herself, she narrows her eyes and vows, to protect Daddy, she will keep Mommy’s secret and never tell Daddy that she saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus.

Steve is struggling so hard to keep from laughing. He’s struggling to keep from smiling. He swallows hard, hoping it will also cause him to swallow down the urge to laugh.

“Mommy kissed Santa?” He asks his daughter and she nods gravely.

“Yes, Daddy.” Sarah sighs, still whispering, still glancing towards the kitchen.

“Did Mommy hut you Daddy?” Sarah asks, completely serious, and Steve is so overwhelmed with love for his little girl that he reaches over and wraps her up in his arm as she sits in her seat.

“No, baby girl, Mommy didn’t hurt Daddy. Mommy told me that she kissed Santa when I got home. She said that it was only a kiss to say thank you and that she would never do it again.” He assures her, but Sarah’s little face is still frowning.

“I dunno, Daddy. I tink Mommy wikes Santa.” She suddenly looks up as you cross into the room and Steve leans back up as Sarah presses her finger to her lips. “Shhh.”

“What are you shushing about, young lady?” You ask and Steve smiles down at his little girl.

“Never you mind.” He tells you and because Steve knows you’ll know that this is all for parenting reasons, he gives you a scowl.

“Hmm. Here is your French toast, my darling.” You tell Sarah and Steve smiles as Sarah seems to completely forget the traumatic experience of watching Mommy kiss Santa as her French toast is placed before her. “Do you want syrup? Or powdered sugar?”

Sarah bounces in her seat. “Poweo sugo.”

“Alright. And what about you, Steve?” You ask as you sift the powdered sugar, just a small bit, over Sarah’s French toast.

“Syrup. I’ll pour it, hun.” He gives you an amused smile and Steve feels a strange sense of elation as he watches the confusion on your face as you watch the expression on his.

“Oookay.” You say and place the small pitcher before him. Heated syrup. Yay, you! “I’ll be finishing up the pies if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Mommy.” Steve says, nudging Sarah as she chews on her first bite.

“Tanks, Mommy!” She says excitedly, enjoying her breakfast greatly.

“You’re welcome, my angel.” You say with a smile.

As you head back into the kitchen, Steve watches you go with a grin, his mind on last night and how much fun it had been to be Santa.

As you finish placing another pie in the oven, you move to finish mixing the last of the peach pie, your last pie, together so that you can pour it into its tin and put it in and be done in the kitchen!

You’re so focused on mixing that you don’t hear Steve as he walks into the kitchen. It’s not until his right arm is wrapping itself around your shoulder, two of his fingers slipping in underneath the left side of your dress to caress the skin of your shoulder, his lips making a beeline for your neck.

“Steve,” You gasp, surprised but pleasantly so.

Your hand freezes as your skin erupts into goosebumps, the heat of his touch making your heart stutter and restart at a faster rate. He leans his left hand on the counter, leaning against you, pressing his body to yours from behind.

“Steve, Sarah’s in the other room.” You complain, but not really.

“She’s watching Rudolph.” He says, nibbling your skin.

When his tongue, hot and wet, slides slowly along the length of your neck, you give up and noisily let your hands clatter into the metal mixing bowl.

“God, I missed you.” He whispers huskily as he pulls back, and you turn to look at him.

“I missed you.” You admit and lean in to kiss him, but he doesn’t meet your kiss and pulls back, staring at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What?”

“Our daughter, is very disappointed in you.” He informs you and your heart seems to tumble with the bad news.

“What? Why?” You demand, but Steve’s fingers stroke the skin of your shoulder underneath your dress, moving down slowly and closer to your breast.

“She caught you.” He says gravely. “And you were being a bad Mommy.”

“Steve, what are you talking about?” You demand again, losing patience this time.

He huffs a laugh, grinning at you before he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Sarah just informed me that she had a secret. Mommy’s secret. And she was hoping that I wouldn’t take it hard, but she thought that I needed to know that Mommy likes Santa.”

For a moment you stand there, confused out of your mind. “What?”

Steve chuckles and drops the teasing tone as he kisses your cheek. “Our daughter caught you kissing Santa Claus last night and she thought that I needed to know.”

“Oh, my God.” You exclaim, realizing what your baby girl must have seen.

How confusing must that have been?

“I told her that you let me know right away that you only kissed Santa so that you could thank him for bringing us gifts but your daughter, ever the sleuth, is not convinced and swears that Mommy likes Santa the way Mommy likes Daddy.” He chuckles again, and you blanch.

“Oh, Steve, she must be so upset.” You worry.

“Oh, honey, no.” Steve reaches over to turn your head so that you’ll look at him. “She’s three. She’ll forget it in a few weeks. Days even. You have nothing to worry about. Except maybe planning a little better for next year. We’ll have to wait until I’m out of the Santa suit to make out.”

You laugh at his words but still worry that you might have done some lasting damage to your daughter’s psyche. The last thing you want is for her to wonder if you really love her father.

“But,” Steve leans down and shuts you up with a kiss. Your hands full of sticky dough and peaches, you lean back, giving in as Steve’s hands find your wrists to hold you in his arms without your cooking getting all over the place. “Mmm, you kept the beard.”

He hadn’t shaved this morning. Thanks to your comment last night maybe? He kisses you again.

“God, now you taste like peaches.” He moans, whining because you’ve got a full day of entertaining to do and he’s going to have to wait until they’re gone and Sarah’s asleep before he can have his way with you.

You laugh, amused by his tone, but he wraps you up in his arms again and kisses you more fiercely.

The kiss might just begin to get good when suddenly the doorbell rings and Steve groans in complaint. He pulls away, a soft lip-smacking echoing around the kitchen as he turns towards the kitchen doorway. “Can’t we just cancel? We’ll say Sarah has the chicken pox.”

“Steve!” You chastise him and quickly drop the contents of your pie into its tin. No top crust for this one. “Put that in the oven while I get the door.”

“Yes, drill sergeant, sir.” He says sarcastically, and you shake your head at him before moving towards the front door, wiping your hands on your apron as you go.

When you open the door, you find Sam and Bucky arguing over the wine they’re holding.

“Why would you bring a white wine? This is clearly a red wine sort of occasion.” Sam points out.

“Look, you brought your red wine, I brought my white wine. Why does there have to be a right or wrong wine? Can’t we just enjoy both bottles?” Bucky demands.

You give them a quick look over and both men are wearing dark pants like Steve.

“I don’t know, can we?” Sam asks sarcastically.

“You’re already fighting?” You ask, slightly exasperated.

“Fighting?” Sam asks, incredulous as he moves towards you and leans down to kiss your cheek.

As he moves passed you, Bucky moves towards you next, his hair pulled back into a clean yet stylish bun.

“We’re not fighting.” Bucky says, “This is just a discussion.”

He kisses your cheek too and you shut the door behind him and take his jacket as he strips it off, switching the wine bottle from hand to hand as he does. “Right, you’re both in denial. You fight like old ladies.”

“We do not. Where’s Steve?” Bucky asks as he straightens his dark red sweater.

“What is that?!” Sam’s voice suddenly demands.

As you hang up Bucky’s coat, you look over at Sam who is holding his own coat in one hand as he stares at Bucky’s sweater.

“What?” Bucky asks, feigning innocence, badly.

You don’t believe him for one second and it seems that neither does Sam.

“What happened to the ugly Christmas sweater theme?!” He demands, looking around at you as you get a look at his sweater.

The bottom half of the sweater is dark blue, the middle is red, and the top is gray and white. A large yellow letter A in the Avengers font takes up about seventy-five percent of the sweater’s face along with two matching A’s on both the left and right arm. All around the A’s there are small Mjolnir hammers, Captain America shields, green Hulk fists, red Winter Soldier stars, Iron Man masks, Black Widow symbols, and small red falcons.

You cover your mouth with your hand as you stare at Sam’s sweater and your urge to laugh is so strong that it seeps through and you almost spit but luckily your hand is over your mouth.

Bucky loses his composure a bit too and as he speaks, the amusement is clear in his voice. “Oh, man, I er…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Man…” Sam starts.

Steve walks in and adds to the fun. “Woah! Sam, nice sweater.”

“What? Man! How are you and this idiot gonna be wearing normal sweaters? I thought this was an ugly sweater party?” He demands.

Steve shakes his head. “Sam, this was never going to be an ugly sweater party.”

Sam turns back to glare at Bucky and Bucky finally laughs. “I’m sorry, I…I couldn’t help myself.”

“I had this shit custom made!” Sam exclaims.

You gasp as you laugh. “Sam! Language?”

There are little ears in the house. Just as you say it, she comes scampering in. “Unco Bucky!”

“Holy-who is this beautiful Christmas model running towards me?!” Bucky plays up the flattery just like you did earlier, and he catches her in his arms, lifts her up, and presses a kiss to her cheek. “I can’t believe how beautiful you look.”

Sarah giggles and hugs him tight around the neck before she finally catches sight of Sam and squirms out of Bucky’s arms back to the ground. She moves towards Sam and reaches up towards him. He takes her hand and squats down to be on her level.

“Oh, my goodness, Unco Sam…I wuv yo sweat-o. Is beautiful!” Despite the embarrassment, this level of praise from your three-year-old seems to appease Sam’s raging monster at Bucky’s joke.

“Thanks, baby doll. I’m glad you like it. What were you doing before we got here?” Sam asks her as you, Bucky, and Steve continue to chuckle.

“Washing Woodolph.” She says, and Sam picks her up.

“Come on, let’s go watch Rudolph and your Uncle Bucky is not invited.” Sam throws at him as he carries Sarah back into the living room.

Bucky frowns, “Hey! That’s not fair. You can’t hog my niece.”

He follows them as the doorbell rings again.

You move to answer it and Tony, Pepper, and Nat file in. They remove their coats, which you hang, and are glad to see that they weren’t targets of Bucky’s ugly sweater prank. Then you urge Steve to go sit with them in the living room until lunch is ready. It’ll be a while still and you’ll need to be checking on the stuff still baking.

“You’ve done enough, let me finish.” Steve pleads.

You frown at him. “How long do the pies need to stay in the oven so that the crust is crispy and flaky and not all wet and mushy?”

“Um…” Steve says, attempting but failing to come up with the right answer.

“Get outta here.” You shove him towards the kitchen door and watch as he gives you a pout but then disappears into the living room with the other Avengers.

Eventually Bruce, Wanda, and Vision arrive. Lastly, Thor comes in carrying coffees because he didn’t know what to bring and he thought everyone would like coffees.

“Oh, Thor, that’s perfect. I’ll get the cinnamon buns out of the oven and bring them into the living room.” You turn and move back into the kitchen to serve the sweet treats on a large enough plate to hold all of them.

It’s actually more like a tray.

You can hear the conversation drifting in from the living room and the sound is so pleasant that you smile as you carry the tray towards the door. Your heart is soaring, happy that another year has come and gone and once more you’re all together to celebrate the holiday. This time in your home where you can show them just how much you’re grateful for everything that they do. This group of amazing people protect your husband from harm every time they go out on a mission and now that you’re parents, they are extra protective to make sure he gets home in one piece.

They are the silver lining in the dangerous job that Steve performs and you’re so happy that your mind forgets last night. It forgets Sarah’s trauma. And you allow yourself to feel at ease. At peace. And thankful.

“I’ve seen this film. It is the story of the outcast deer with the nose like a red lightbulb. It is most amusing. There’s that man. The uh…what is he called again?” Thor asks, looking around at everyone in turn.

Tony, Pepper, Nat, and Bruce are all squished into your large sofa, Wanda and Vision sit in the loveseat while Sam sits on your ottoman and Bucky lounges on the floor by Steve who’s sitting in his favorite brown chair with Sarah in his lap. Thor, still standing after having placed the coffees on the coffee table, towers over everyone as they all reach out in unison to grab a coffee, except for Steve who suddenly has a beautiful blonde toddler standing on his legs, his hands holding her around the waist to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“Das Santa.” Sarah says with a scowl and Bucky sits back with his coffee in hand, staring at the sweet princess with a worried gaze.

“Why do you look so angry with Santa? Didn’t he bring you any toys?” Bucky asks and then looks at the base of the Christmas tree but sees stacks and stacks of gifts, even the few from him.

“I’ve got cinnamon buns!” You announce happily and lean down to place the tray beside the coffees.

“I’m angwy wid Santa becaws, I saw my Mommy kissing Santa Cwas wast night!” She declares, loudly, confidently, angrily, and with a scowl so deep that you finally see her resemblance to you.

You look at her, shocked, disbelieving, and embarrassed as the room goes completely silent.

“Fuck.” You utter, and everyone gasps.

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True Loves Gifts: AN 2018 SECRET SANTA GIFT

@christinabeggs: May you Holiday be bright and full of Olicity dessert. I hope you enjoy this fic. It gave me the gift OF writing again and finding the joy of creating something new. 

TRUE LOVES GIFTS:

After months of long nights in the office, smoldering looks over the computer screen Felicity has a date with one of the most eligible bachelors in Starling City. A handsome billionaire her mother would be proud to call son. They share a concern for making their relationship public considering he is technically her boss. A few whispered conversations and an upcoming Winter Gala made Felicity his date.

Ray was everything she’d dreamed of as a potential husband. He was brilliant, charismatic, funny, he valued her mind as much as her body.

Felicity has a little over a week to find the perfect dress, make a hair appointment to touch up her roots. Her work schedule left her with only one day to get everything done.

She throws  her hair up in a messy bun, her comfortable shopping outfit leggings and oversize sweater. Felicity grabs her purse, texting Renee about her hair emergency. Felicity is looking down unaware of the person standing in her hallway until she slams into the hard body.

Felicity lets out a yelp before falling backwards on her butt. Her glasses fall off her nose turning the world into blurry shades of green and brown.

“Hey!?” Felicity snaps. “Anyone get the name of the tree I ran into? Ouch, sorry I didn’t see you.”

She looks up at the man standing in front of her, he’s wearing head to toe camouflage. Half his face is covered with a full beard. His hair is shaggy under the green ball cap he wore. The rest of his face hidden behind dark sunglasses. On his shoulder is a stuffed duffle bag.

“I didn’t know camouflage works in urban hallways,” Felicity tilts her head to the side. She sees his lips twitch, at least she thinks  they did. It was hard to tell with the dead animal on his face.

“Are you okay?” the tree of a man has a deep rich amused voice.

Something about him seems familiar. He reaches down helping her get to her feet. He smells of sand and a faint hint of spice.

“Oliver in 2B?!” Felicity says with a snap of her fingers.

He was a ARMY something or other and had been deployed for over eighteen months. She had a bit of a crush on him before he’d left but never had the courage to tell him. They had been friendly neighbors, he’d help her with projects around the apartment. She’d save his computer from him. On rare occasions he’d cook her dinner.

The first few months after he left she’d send him care packages full of cookies made by the bakery down the block and a few pictures of her Sunday adventures. She stopped writing when he never wrote her back.

“Felicity 2A, good to see you.” Oliver’s says softly.

Felicity looks down at her rumpled clothes, drags a hand over her hair.

“Welcome home,” her phone dings in her pocket. “I have to run, glad you made it back.”

Felicity rushes past him, she can feel his eyes watching her, she refuses to give him the satisfaction of turning back. Oliver had been a short term crush from some long ago dream. Ray Palmer was a viable future. She has a date to get ready for and no time to waste thinking about Oliver 2B.

….

Renee does an amazing job on her hair color. He practices a few different updos depending on style of dress. His vote is something short to show off her legs. She promises him pictures before running off for dress shopping.

She hits the major stores trying on different styles, colors, lengths, fabrics nothing feels  right. Felicity finds a small boutique she’d only read about in a magazine. The dresses are stunning. The price tags shocking.

A skin tight beaded red dress catches her eye.

Standing in front of the mirror Felicity wonders what Oliver would say if he saw her in this dress. Would his eyes follow the deep V of the neck line or would he be drawn to the mid thigh length.

She shakes her head of Oliver thoughts. This dress isn’t for him, it’s for Ray.

It’s for her future.

Felicity runs her hand over the beads, her finger drawing along the intricate designs. She’d need a new bra, a little something intimate to match. A new pair of shoes that’d kill her feet and make her legs appear longer. It would be cold, Felicity is going to need a wrap to keep her warm. Is Ray the kind of guy to offer her his coat?

A few hours later, Felicity stumbles into her apartment.  She spent way more than she should have. Probably will live off top ramen for a few weeks. It’s worth it. She puts away her purchases then collapses on the couch.

Pulling out her cell phone she considers calling Ray. Felicity puts her phone down when she remembers Ray turns his phone off on Sunday’s, she’d see him tomorrow. They have an early meeting with a new client.

A loud buzzing from her intercom startles her. Felicity press the button, the image of a teenager holding a bag filled the small monitor.

“Yes?” she asks in confusion.

“Delivery for 2A.”

“I didn’t order anything?” It has been a long day but she would have remembered ordering food.

The kid sighs, “well someone did and I’m supposed to deliver it. So do you want it or not?”

“What is it?” Felicity recognizes the logo on the bag. It’s the best kosher deli in the city.

“Latkes,” the teenager taps his toe.

She has only had Solomon’s Latkes a few times and they were amazing. “I’ll be right down. Oh, how much?” Felicity reaches for her purse.

“Paid for including the tip.”

“You sure they are for 2A?” Felicity is highly suspicious, also hungry.

“Come on lady I have two more deliveries, if you don’t want them I’ll leave.” The kid pulls out his phone.

“No way am I turning down Latkes, two minutes.”

Felicity runs out the door in her socks.  Her feet slide on the hardwood floor, her arms pinwheel and she starts to fall back. A strong arm wraps around her waist and pulls her back into a warm chest. She inhales the smell of warm spices. The tip of her ear brushes against coarse hair.

“We got to stop meeting like this 2B.” Felicity’s voice is low. She licks her lips.

“Just trying to help 2A.” Oliver’s says in her ear.

His hands slide up her sides onto her shoulders and he gently places her steady on her feet. She misses his warmth instantly. He stays a few inches behind her, the heat radiating between them. Felicity fears if she turns around she will do something crazy and throw herself back in his arms.

“Very kind of you 2B. Well, I have latkes waiting.” Felicity steps away from him for the second time today. Each step harder than the first.

“Merry Christmas 2A,” Oliver calls out to her.

Felicity stops, she turns around. She sees him standing tall, his back straight, shoulder tight taking up the entire space of the hall with his size. He is out of the uniform, a black tee shirt cling to his chest. His arms were bigger, she wants to drag her hand over the lines of his chest. His jeans hug his hips. He is bigger, broader more gladiator than a simple soldier. His beard still covers his face. Unlike last time she could see his piercing blue eyes. When she meets his eyes something in his body eases.

“Thanks, but I’m Jewish.” Felicity corrects. She swore they’d talked about this before. Maybe she wrote it in a letter. Oliver didn’t remember, why should she care.

“Oh then, Happy Hanukkah 2A.” Oliver steps back, walks into his apartment and closes the door. .

“Lateks, I have Lateks.”

She hesitates another moment. She used to linger in the hall until he’d open his door and ask about her day. They would talk from their doorways until she’d slip out of her shoes. He’d tease her about being tiny and tell her to have a nice night before disappearing behind his door. The time he was gone the hallway felt empty and cold. She’d walk by his door and know he wasn’t home.  The hallway became colder, everything a little more empty. It felt as if even the building held its breath.

Felicity smiles knowing he is behind the door, Oliver was home safe. It would take her time to get used to him being home. Maybe they would even get back to the way they use to be. Her letters never revealed how she’d felt, she has no reason to be mad at him.

She slowly turns away from the door and down the stairs. The teen gave up waiting, leaving her strange delivery on the front porch. Felicity brings the bag inside, locks her door and sets her alarm. She opens the bag, inside with the receipt, there is a note.

On the first night of Hanukkah my True love gave to me a platter of latkes.

She looks at her calendar and realizes that she’d almost forgotten in all her rushing. The card wasn’t signed. The only logical person has to be Ray. She’d told him about the deli and her love of the food. Felicity couldn’t believe he’d done this for her. It was thoughtful and sweet.

Facility hated surprises but she is sure this years Hanukkah was going to be special.

…

Each day following she receives a small gift arriving near sunset with a short message.

On the second day of Hanukkah my True Love gave to me a dreidel made of wood.

She was sure it was handmade.

On the third day of Hanukkah my True Love gave to me an ugly Jewnicorn sweater.

The blue sweater makes her laugh out loud when she pulls it from the box. A white unicorn surrounded by Stars of David and a blue and gold rainbow. It is terrible and she loves it.

On the fourth day of Hanukkah my True Love gave to me a box of menorah cookies.

She eats half the box before lunch.

On the fifth day of Hanukkah my True Love gave to me a Blue Nail polish.

Felicity changes her color that night, sure that it would be a sign to Ray she was enjoying his gifts.

Through the days she tries to talk to Ray, to thank him but he is constantly on the move. She can never catch him alone. He tells her to order a limo for Saturday night. He touches her elbow, his palms are damp and soft.

Felicity thinks about Oliver, wonders what he’s doing back home. She hasn’t talked to him since Sunday. She has seen him a few times through her window. She’s watch him running home in the early morning after his run. His clothes drenched in sweat. Before coming inside he scrapes ice off the Diggles car, they have two kids and always seem to be rushing. A few times Felicity would leave for work and her windshield would be clean.

She wonders how is he is adjusting to being home. How long will he be home? What if he leaves before she can fix their friendship. Did she want to fix it or advance it?

Felicity stares out the window, lost in thought. The voice around her sound far away and hollow.

“Earth to Felicity,” Ray’s voice cuts off her Oliver spiral. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you this week, but I need you to wake up and do your job.”

Ray storms off leaving a flabbergasted Felicity. He’d been wrong during their last meeting and when she tried to correct him he sent her out for coffee. Her ears turn red and she almost snaps her pencil in half. It’s only the sight of the blue nails that calm her down. Ray is having a rough week but still doing things that made her feel special. She brushes off his bad behavior and gets back to work.

On the sixth day of Hanukkah my True Love gave to me a Blue Police Box from Doctor Who filled with treats.

Felicity opens the lid of cookie jar police box and the familiar sound of the Tardis fills her kitchen. Inside are gold foil wrapped chocolate coins. She loved these as a kid.

She grabs a handful before leaving her apartment. She stands in front of Oliver’s door, lifts her hand. Before she knocks, the door opens and she lets out a squeal.

“Damit 2B, are you trying to kill me.” Felicity smacks his arm.

Olive chuckles, “I don’t think so 2A. I just seem to have a strange effect on you.”

“Ha, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Felicity mumbles. Her heart is racing, her knees weak.

Oliver crosses his arms and a single eyebrow lifts. He leans against his doorframe.

“I mean not doing to me. Not that you’re doing anything to me or even talking to me. Why aren’t you talking to me? I want to hear about what you’ve been up too.”

Oliver stiffens, he pulls back from her. A wall comes down over his eyes. “You don’t want to hear about that. I’m back and that’s all that matters now.”

“I do want to hear about it,” she tries again. “I want to know about the pet you got on your face.”

“Listen 2A, I have plans. Did you need something?”

Felicity steps back, her eyes burning. She shakes her head. “I… Um wanted to give you some Gelt.”

She holds out her hand filled with coins. He reaches out his hand, his fingers drag down her palm. Felicity curls her hand prolonging the warm sensation burning up her arm and down her spine. Oliver stares down at their hands, Felicity watches emotion cross his face. His wall comes down for an instant.

“Oliver,” Felicity breaths out his name. She takes a small step closer. His head lifts up, his eyes meet hers. She longs to touch his cheek, to pull him in.

Her phone rings in her pocket and the moment is broken. Oliver steps back, his wall back in place, standing between them. She licks her lips and pulls out her phone, Ray. Of all the times for him to call.

“Hey Ray,” Felicity answers.

“Felicity, I’ve been thinking about you all night. How about I come over and we can go over my briefs.” Ray chuckles and hiccups into the phone.

“Have you been drinking?” Felicity couldn’t  remember a time he’d ever called her drunk.

“Maybe! Want to join me? We could have a real good time. I want to have a really good time with you baby.”

Felicity looks over at Oliver, he is scowling. Can he hear Ray? Did she want him to be jealous? Could he get jealous? Why would he, they are long ago friends.

“It does not sound like you are up for any time beside bed time.”

“Mmm bed time, I like that sound of that. Will you be beside me?”

Felicity turns away from Oliver.

“We have plans tomorrow night remember. Get some rest Ray.”

“Don’t play hard to get with me Miss Smoak. I know you want it.”

A noise behind her makes her turn around. Oliver is cracking his knuckles. His eyes blaze. She inhales sharply. The phone forgotten in her hand. He moves fast standing in front of her, she steps back, he follows.

“O-Oliver?” her voice quivers. It’s not fear the making her body shake, it’s hormones. He is looking at her with unrestrained lust.

“No one talks to you like that. No one.” Oliver’s voice is a low dangerous rumble.

Felicity can feel his body press against her. He grabs the phone from her hand and ends the call. Gold gelt are on the floor around their feet. He leans in closer. The smell of spices surrounds her sense. Her head falls back surrendering to the moment. Oliver’s hand grazes over her cheek, down her neck. His thumb traces her lips.

“Felicity.” Her name on his lips is a sonnet, a poem she never knew she needed.

“If you kiss me, will you stay?” Felicity’s words slip out. She thought them a thousand nights.

“It’s not a good idea.” The wall slams down between them. Felicity is light headed, she is drunk on his scent. He steps away, she stumbles but refuses to fall.

“Which, kissing me or staying around?” Felicity demands.

“Both,” Oliver shakes his head. His eyes sad.

“Yeah, okay, you are right, this is a mistake. I wish you had stayed gone. Everything was fine before you came back. I knew what I wanted, I knew where I was going. But you come back and mess everything up. You spin me around and flip everything upside down.”

Oliver’s shoulders sag, he takes another step away from her.

“Just keep running 2B, it’s what you do best.” Felicity spins around and storms into her apartment slamming the door.

For an instant she let herself believe. Felicity grabs her cookie jar and the chocolate coins. Ray loves her.  Yes, he was a little off during the phone call - it was in front of Oliver. Everything feels different around Oliver so it only made sense.

…

On the seventh day of Hanukkah my True Love gave to me a candle to light up the dark when we are apart.

A three wick large candle arrives the next day smelling of homemade cookies and cinnamon. How long does Ray think they will be apart, Felicity wonders. She has a rough night tossing and turning. In a few hours the limo will be here to pick her up and she barely has enough energy to shower. Oliver would not ruin another night for her. She puts on her favorite playlist to let the music ease her out of her bad mood.

She removes the blue polish and puts on a dark ruby red. She shaves and lotions her legs. Slides on the dark red lace underwear and matching strapless bra. Tonight if everything goes right she will be showing these off. She curls her hair and leaves it down. Her makeup is dark, her blue eyes startling. Her lips are a long-wear red.

Felicity steps into her shoes and inspects her reflection. Hands on her bare hips, she thinks Oliver would swallow his tongue if he saw her now. Nothing but red pumps and lacy underwear. For a moment she considers knocking on his door and showing him what he is missing.

The thought of Ray being the one to see her tonight seems a little wrong.

Resigning to her choice she pulls on her dress. Grabs her purse and wrap. Before opening the door she hears voices in the hall. Using the peephole she looks out. She sees John Diggle standing in the hall. He is talking to a man in a suit with short hair standing with his back to her door.

“If you’re sure about this then I support you, I’ve been there I understand.” John says to the man.

The other man puts his hand on John’s shoulder.

“Thanks John.”

It’s Oliver in a suit and he got a haircut. She wonders if he’s shaved. Does he look different? Should she open the door show off her dress. Show him she doesn’t care. Before she could decide Oliver is walking away down the stairs and into the night. Felicity wonders what would happen if she chases after him.

Gripping the handle she pulls the door open, and rushes down the stairs. The crisp night is shocking. She tightens her wrap around her. Looking around she doesn’t see Oliver’s truck. Felicity’s chest feels hollow. She is too late.

“You must be really excited about tonight.” Ray Palmer is standing beside a limo. He’s wearing a sharp expensive tuxedo.

Felicity watches as he checks his reflection in the limo window.

“You look great Ray.” Felicity takes heavy steps toward him.

“Thanks, are you ready? Or do you need to fix your hair?” Ray’s eyes skim over her. Taking a deep breath she opens the door of the limo. Ray pops his head in.“Alright, if you’re sure. Scoot over, I’d hate to get my pants dirty.”

Shaking her head, she slides over. Felicity sees a flash of the driver from the rearview mirror. She sees a hint of a clean shaven face before he turns away.

“Driver, we’re ready. What should we do until we get there?” Ray purrs. “I know what you can get me for Christmas.”

He is breathing hot hair on her neck. She leans away, creating space between them. He moves in closer, leaning in for a kiss. The limo breaks hard, Ray slides down off the seat landing on the floor of the car. Felicity resists the urge to laugh. She catches a spark of blue from the driver.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Ray snaps.

“There was a dog in the road,” Felicity explains before the driver can answer. She grabs the champaign. “How about a drink?”

Ray talks, asks about her plans for the Holidays. Asks if her mom is coming for Christmas. It didn’t take long for Felicity to realise there was no way that Ray was her Hanukkah True Love. The more time she spends  with him, the more she knows she has no reason to stay.

“We shouldn’t walk in together, don’t want to give people the wrong idea.” Ray fixes his jacket. “Have the driver take you around the corner and I’ll meet you inside.”

“Yeah, make sure you hold your breath.” She shuts the door on his smug face. “Can you take me home? I don’t belong here.”

“Are you sure? It looks like a beautiful party,” his voice is a little muffled through the half raised partition.

“I’d rather go to Big Belly and get a milkshake.” Felicity sinks into the warm leather seat.

“It would be a waste of an amazing dress.”

“I wore it for the wrong guy.” Felicity looks out the window. She rubs her arms lost in thought.

“Who’s the right guy?” The driver pulls away from the curb.

“Someone I was scared to take a chance on. Someone I should have told years ago how I feel when I’m around him.”

“How do you feel about this someone?”

Felicity drops the wrap. She uncrosses her legs. “How do I feel about him? I feel like ripping his clothes off. I want to know how he tastes, explore his body with my tongue. Most of all, I want him to pull over and join me in the back of this limo.”

Felicity rubs her legs together, her hands drag up and down her thighs. It was the timber of his voice and the shape of his ear. The sense of comfort in his presence. Her heart would know Oliver anywhere.

The limo stops on a vista overlooking the coast. He is out of the car and joining her in the back. They reach for each other and he pulls her into his lap. His large hand cups the back of her neck. Felicity places her hand on his cheek he leans into her warmth.

“I thought I screwed up.” Oliver whispers.

“So did I.” Felicity close the space between them.

He wraps her up into his arms. He holds her close, his hands in her hair. He explores her mouth with his tongue, sucks on her lips. Kissing him takes her breath away, fills her up with molten lava.

They lose track of time in each others arms.

…

Felicity wakes up in Oliver’s bed, alone. The smell of fresh coffee draws her out of bed. She puts on a discarded flannel shirt. She finds him in the kitchen. He is sprinkling powdered sugar on a jelly donut.

“Hey, I was going to surprise you.” Oliver smiles. He leans over the counter to kiss her cheek.

“You made these?” Felicity takes a bite of the warm donut. Her eyes close in pleasure.

“You make that same sound when I kiss you behind the ear.”

“Prove it.” Felicity challenges.

“In a minute, I have something for you.” Oliver walks around her, disappears into his room. He comes back holding a blue box with a silver bow. He sets the box on the counter.

“What’s this?” Felicity laces her fingers through the bow.

“Open it and find out.”

She lifts the lid off the box. Inside is bundle of letters in a ribbon. On top of the buddle there is a note.

On the eighth day of Hanukkah my True Love gave to me his heart.

Felicity looks up at him. Oliver pulls out the bundle and places them in her hands.

“For five hundred forty-seven days I wrote you. Sometimes it was a multiple page letter. Others it was a short message about thinking of you. You were always on my mind. You were the only thing that kept me going. Kept me alive. I held on to every letter you wrote, every silly selfie you sent. I wanted to hand these to you. See your face, when I tell you that you are the love of my life. I love you Felicity.”

Felicity hugs the letters to her chest. Wipes the tears from her eyes.

“I should have known it was you. I sent letters full of my ramblings about my favorites places and things. You are the only person to ever truly see me. You are my true and only love. I love you 2B.”

“I love you 2A.”

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Okay, so the limit was 5k, right? And though I was told I should just write beyond that, since this is the first "long fic" I've written in a decade, I decided not to go that route. So here is exactly 5k with a little bit of fluff and a lot humor and BAMFness. I hope you'll be kind on me for how fast it moves. I remind you I only had 5,000 words!

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While You Were Healing

Stiles knew all about werewolves. Heck, everyone in this town knew because it was Beacon Hills and had been home to the Hale Pack forever, as far as Stiles knew. Speaking of the Hale Pack, Cora Hale was the ultimate dream girl. Sure she generally loathed other high schoolers, and everyone knew she had her days when she would literally snap her teeth at you, or well maybe that just happened to Stiles. A lot. Like, daily. Truly. Still, he was in love with her and going to marry her, and they were maybe going to have ten babies. The count varied by day, but the point was that Stiles Stilinski was Cora Hale’s future husband, bar none.

Except he knew nothing about her and she didn’t know his name, and the family was just... creepy. Stiles knew of her older brother but had never actually seen him. He was at college now and her older sister? In medical school -- or was it mortuary school? That would make more sense, considering they owned and operated the most popular funeral home and services in all of Beacon County.

But enough about the Hales, what about Stiles, right? Didn’t everyone want to know about Stiles?

Okay, maybe not, but he was the sheriff’s brilliant yet delinquent son, and he had his ways. Such as knowing the secure channel that the Beacon County Sheriff’s Department used when there was a body or in this case, bodies. He was thrilled and lurking in the woods on the Hale’s property where there had been a fire and the entire house, pretty much, and burned down to the ground. He also overheard on the channels that many people were found severely burned in the basement, which was unreal. He was sneaking up, trying to get a closer look when he tripped over something solid in his path and nearly face-planted on a warm body.

Yelping, Stiles got out his phone for a flashlight and realized it was Cora, a very badly burned Cora Hale. He immediately checked her pulse, found that she was alive, and he started yelling for help, not wanting to move her but also covering her burned body with his jacket to keep her warm on a cold night in December.

The point to this entire story is that Stiles saved Cora Hale’s life -- though she didn’t know because she was in a coma and Stiles went to the hospital after his dad had to physically restrain him from climbing in the back of the ambulance. “You’re not family,” Sheriff Stilinski had said, and Stiles had looked wounded, but he had gone to the hospital anyway and introduced himself as Cora’s boyfriend so he could check in on her.

In all the excitement, though, he fell asleep. Flat out asleep on the chairs outside the Intensive Care Unit, until he was rudely shaken awake by someone and found himself face-to-face with Cora’s older brother, Derek. “Gahh!” Stiles squawked when he saw that handsome but sorrowful face and Stiles slowly tried to get up, fell off the chairs to the floor and then stood.

“They say you found her and you saved her life,” Derek Hale said in a voice roughed up from crying because Stiles could see that his eyes were red. “Our sister is going to be here from Connecticut soon,” Derek explained. “Until then, you’re with me,” Derek said as he took a seat and offered the other chair to Stiles which he looked at before taking.

After a very tense two minutes, because Stiles was making intense eye contact with the clock on the wall, Derek spoke. “I didn’t know Cora had a boyfriend,” he said with little change in his voice. “What’s your name?”

“Stiles, but I--” he replied, but Derek interrupted.

“Thank you, Stiles,” Derek said. “You saved Cora, and I can’t find the words to compensate how I feel.” Another long pause. “I’m glad it was someone she cares about who found her like that.”

Stiles smiled, nervous, and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, she’s my world.” He felt like an idiot, but he was already in the lie so how could he tell the truth to this guy and also not die by his hands?

“At least she has someone to be with her here,” Derek said. “The rest of my family is in the burn unit. They filled up the burn unit. My mother, my uncle, and my pa--cousins.” He stammered, but Stiles got it. Having your entire pack burned alive was a lot to handle. Stiles already knew the Sheriff’s Department didn’t suspect foul play, but Stiles did.

The Hales did not just burn up in their own house without reason.

“Stilinski, what are you doing here?”

The woman’s familiar voice snapped and made Stiles bounce out of his chair to standing with fear. He stared at Deputy Veronica Clarke, dumbstruck.

“I uh--” Stiles tried before Clarke turned to Derek.

“I’m sorry, sir, is he bothering you?” she asked Derek whose brow raised.

Derek looked between them. “No. He is Stiles, Cora’s boyfriend.”

“And he was just leaving for some air before he gives his statement!” Stiles said a little higher and a little louder than he intended and walked past Deputy Clarke, hooked her by the arm before she could say more, and dragged her to the elevators.

“What the hell are you doing, Stiles?” Clarke demanded in a whisper. “Does that girl even know your name?”

“Beside the point, V. Beside the point,” Stiles said in a rush. “I just wanted to make sure she’s okay. I’m not lurking because I have some sick desire to carry her family on like dupes.”

Clarke was the one to pull Stiles onto the elevator and as soon as the doors shut she turned her ire on him. “Well, you’re going to have to keep pretending. The doctors are saying that even with the treatments, all of the family might not survive. That man is going to need more support because the sister isn’t going to be here until tomorrow. There are grounded flights because of the storms, which is what I was going to tell him before you lied and dragged me away!”

“So, okay, now I’m her boyfriend, whatever,” Stiles grumbled. “She might not survive either or ever come out of the coma. It doesn’t matter. She’s never had a boyfriend at school anyway.” He paused. “What else should I know? What should I say? What should I do?” Stiles demanded. “I don’t know what to say to the guy, and I’ve only known him for ten minutes.”

“Do you have a twenty?” Deputy Clarke asked.

Stiles blinked and watched her punch the button for the first floor. “I don’t know. What’s it for?”

Rolling her eyes, Clarke pointed out, “For you to be a boyfriend, you need to buy flowers.”

“Flowers and chocolate,” Stiles amended, which got a scathing look from Clarke. “What? I haven’t eaten since yesterday. Also, please don’t tell my dad I’m here.”

Clarke eyed him before stipulating her agreement. “We’ll see which flowers you pick, first.”

A cactus was what Stiles decided to buy. He didn’t know what Cora could be allergic to or which flowers she necessarily liked, or if she would like some at all, so a cactus. He picked it out and paid, and Clarke stared him down. Stiles rushed to explain, but Clarke doesn’t have time. She needed to meet with the oldest Hale daughter, who was upstairs waiting.

Apparently, chartering planes was in the Hale realm of wealth.

“What on earth is that?” was what Cora’s sister demanded when Stiles walked off the elevator with a giant cactus in a pot in his hands. But Derek, for the first time, was smiling, it was weak, but it was a smile.

“That’s Cora’s boyfriend, and cacti are her favorite plant,” Derek said in a soft tone that Stiles decided must be this guy’s normal voice. Big up to California, dude. That voice was so sweet.

Stiles set the cactus in a chair with a big grin and turned to introduce himself to Cora’s sister, who immediately wheeled him back around and led him into the unit. “Your voice will help her,” she said with a great sniff because apparently, she too had been crying. “I’m Laura, by the way.” She then quietly added, “I didn’t know Cora had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, people keep saying that,” Stiles muttered. “I’m Stiles.” By then they were at Cora’s isolated bed, and a nurse was rushing to them.

“She needs to hear him,” Laura explained. “She needs to hear him,” she repeated angrily, and Stiles and the nurse were not objecting to a grieving woman.

“Two minutes,” the nurse told them, “and not a second more. Do not touch her.”

The doors opened, and Laura gave Stiles a nudge. He hadn’t seen Cora in full light, yet. The little glass cell she was in was dim, but still, he could see the extensive damage that would have killed a normal human, but Cora wasn’t human.

“Hey,” Stiles said softly to Cora at her bedside. He glanced back at the doors closed and saw that Laura was speaking with the nurse. “Bet you’re wondering who the hell I am and what I’m doing here,” Stiles said quietly. “It’s kind of weird to be in love with someone who doesn’t even know your name, but I promise, I’ll stay here as long as you want, help support Derek and Laura. I… I think they need it, right now, and when you heal, I promise I’ll tell them the truth.” Stiles glanced and saw that the nurse was eying him now as Laura was speaking to Deputy Clarke. “Okay. I have to go, but I hope you get well, Cora. I hope you get out of this and back to your life. I don’t know how fast your healing works, but if you can make it back to us for Christmas in a couple of weeks or the New Year, that would be -- that would be great.” He started to turn but stopped. “Oh, I got you a cactus. Didn’t even know you like them, but your brother… He’s a good guy, I think. I’ll take care of him… and the cactus and your sister. Don’t worry.”

With that, the doors opened, and Stiles stepped out. He barely got a, “Thank you,” out to the nurse when Laura suddenly became hysterical.

“It was the Argents!” she bellowed in Clarke’s face. “Don’t tell me this looks like an electrical fire! You know what happened! Don’t you dare -- Don’t you dare pretend it’s not arson!”

Stiles blinked as more nurses came and Laura, not unlike her little sister, jerked away from all the attention and stormed out of ICU. Carefully, Stiles followed her out but was stopped by Derek with a hand to his chest.

“Just let her go,” Derek said quietly. “You don’t want to be around for her letting off steam. She’s not going to go after them alone. She’s upset, but she’s not stupid.”

Stiles shook his head. “I don’t understand. Allison Argent is one of the nicest people.”

“She’s still an Argent,” Derek said as his eyes narrowed.

“What does that mean?” Stiles asked. “I mean, I know you’re werewolves, but…”

Derek seemed shocked before he sighed. “Cora told you?”

“No,” Stiles replied. “Pretty easy to figure out, though. Cora’s had her moments on full moons.” Stiles remembered her breaking a locker door off the hinges once on a full moon and another time when he was sure her eyes had flashed a bright yellow when he tried to say hello.

Derek eyed him suspiciously. “Does she know that you know?”

“Oh yeah,” Stiles lied. “Totally.”

Derek frowned, but the conversation ended because a doctor came to speak to Derek. Stiles tried to take the opportunity to take his leave before his dad knew he was here and what he was up to, but a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and Stiles jumped with a yelp.

“My mother’s coming around,” Derek said. “You stay here with Cora.”

“Right,” Stiles agreed and nodded before taking a seat next to the cactus.

And then Derek was gone, for a long time. Stiles sat there and played games on his phone before trying to get comfortable in different positions on the chairs after he moved the cactus. He eventually realized how hungry he was and walked away to go the vending machine. Stiles put money in and punched for a package of Reese’s Cups. Unaware, he bent down to retrieve them when hands grabbed him, spun him around, and slammed up against the aluminum front of the soda machine.

“Oh, God! Derek, wait! I can explain!” he cried out as Derek shook him in anger. Derek’s eyes flared from light green to glowing blue, and he grew some nasty looking teeth.

“You’re lying!” Derek roared.

Boy did this family have a thing for dramatic gestures, or what?

Stiles licked his lower lip and stared into the wolf’s eyes. “You’re going to have to be more specific,” he said.

“Cora doesn’t have a boyfriend!” Derek continued to shout. “Who the hell are you?!”

“He’s mine,” a very stern and commanding voice said from behind Derek. Stiles was now actually scared because that was the voice that controlled his entire life. “Put him down, Mr. Hale.”

Stiles took a deep breath and weakly smiled as Derek did as commanded. “Sheriff,” Derek roughly said as he seemed to reel back the wolf that he’d just shown.

Sheriff Stilinski, or Dad as Stiles preferred to call him, eyed the situation and looked directly at Stiles. “What did you do?” he demanded.

“Me?” Stiles said, breathless with fear. “What could I have--?”

“Go home,” the Sheriff commanded.

Stiles deflated. “But Dad--”

“Now.”

Stiles knew that tone and slipped away before briefly coming back to retrieve his candy and then leaving. The drive home was a relief. He turned on the scanner to listen for chatter about the fire and found that it was, indeed, deemed an electrical fire. All he could think about, though, was Laura and Derek’s ire for the Argents.

Deciding to snoop, Stiles hopped on his computer and began doing research, not through Wiki but through his best friend, Scott McCall who was dating Allison Argent and had been since their sophomore year.

“So, she’s said nothing about killing werewolves and burning their house to the ground?”

“Stiles,” Scott began with a roll of his eyes on Skype, “she’s not that kind of person.”

“Yeah, but her dad’s an arms dealer. That has to mean something, right?”

“That he has a lot of guns?”

“Yes, thank you, Scott.”

“Her aunt’s in town though. She went completely off the rails when Allison stole a condom out of her bag the last time she was here.”

“I don’t need to hear more about your sex life than I already do.”

“Dude, no. I’m just saying; maybe, her aunt has something to hide?”

Stiles looked off in thought for an extended moment and then nodded. “Okay, talk to you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Scott said. “Maybe, you could come to school like the rest of us?”

“Hilarious. Call it Senioritis, but I’d much rather be investigating an attempted murder.”

“Leave that up to your dad, Stiles.”

“Nope. They think it’s accidental, but I’ll prove them wrong.”

“Stiles,” Scott’s voice was suddenly sharp and afraid.

“What?”

“There’s someone behind you!”

And before Stiles had a chance to turn around, a hand calmly reached past him and yanked the computer cords from the wall. Stiles screamed and tried to slam his chair back and hit the person, but found himself, instead, turned around.

“Derek? What the--?” Stiles sputtered at the tall, dark, and exceedingly handsome man. Wolfman. Whatever.

Derek towered over Stiles as he spoke. “You believe us,” Derek simply quipped.

“What is with your family and boundaries?!” Stiles demanded. “I didn’t say anything like that. I think Laura is onto something. Mrs. Argent works at the school, and she’s more than a little psychotic looking on a good day, so I’m just giving your sister the benefit of the doubt on an electrical fire.”

“Laura wants your head on a pike,” Derek replied which made Stiles gulp. “I convinced her that you have Cora’s best interest at heart, though. So, she’s rescinded the kill order.”

“Yeah, well, Merry Christmas to me,” Stiles muttered and tried to get up from his chair but Derek shoved him back down, and Stiles glared. “When my dad finds out that you broke in here--”

“He’s not going to find out,” Derek said before backing out of Stiles space. “You’re going to help me.”

“I bought you a cactus. Isn’t that enough?” Stiles whined. He jumped when Derek’s eyes flashed blue.

“Get your coat. It’s cold outside, and you should be wearing more than a t-shirt,” Derek told him.

“Okay, mother wolf,” Stiles quipped and went to pick up a hoodie and jacket that were on the floor. “Where are we going? Why should I go with you?”

“You’re the Sheriff’s son,” Derek said. “You also like my little sister enough to pretend to be her boyfriend. This plan is going to help her. So, obviously, you’re in.”

“What plan is going to help her?” Stiles asked apprehensively.

“You’re going to help me kill Kate Argent.”

“What?!” Stiles demanded. “Who the hell is that? Murder’s not my style, Mr. Eyebrows.”

“She’s Allison’s aunt,” Derek said calmly and handed over a charred cell phone. “She ordered the hit last night.”

Stiles looked at the phone and realized there was a text message shown to him. “Bonfire. Ten. Hope to see you there!” Stiles read. “Yeah sounds real malicious, McGruff.”

“Do you know what happens when there is a total lunar eclipse?” Derek asked sternly.

“Bet you’re going to tell me,” Stiles said as he looked at the phone again.

“Werewolves lose all of their power,” Derek said somberly.

Stiles rocked on his feet and had an epiphany. “Last night there was a total lunar eclipse at ten.”

“Exactly,” Derek said with another flash of his eyes. “That’s why Kate Argent has to die.”

“Can we just chill on the murder for a second and focus on evidence?” Stiles suggested and dropped the phone on his bed.

About then, there were sirens coming up the road. Stiles went to the window and looked out onto the street.

“Scott must have called my dad,” Stiles announced with a grin as he licked his lower lip. He turned back, and Derek was nowhere. “Hey!” Stiles shouted. “I’m not letting you go kill someone!”

Derek was gone, though. Not in the house or outside. Stiles was pretty sure Derek hadn’t even driven there, and he still didn’t know how Derek knew where to go. “Damn it,” Stiles swore to himself and took off his jacket to wait for his dad.

After explaining to his dad that Scott got punked by a large cut-out of Master Chief, which Stiles did have in his closet, which he may have or may not have stolen from a Best Buy in the nearby city, Stiles was given a stern talking to about interrupting investigations and causing his friends to panic over him.

As soon as his dad was gone, Stiles pulled his jacket on over his hoodie and decided that he needed to investigate the Argents, by keeping his distance observing, of course!

No, actually. Stiles Stilinski was never that subtle.

The moment he made it to the Argents’ sprawling house on foot because he’d parked a couple of blocks away, Stiles slipped around the side of the house. The twilight was quickly growing dark, and he couldn’t see into the house from the drawn curtains, but he could hear an argument between a man and woman, which he tossed up to domestic squabbles until he quite clearly heard someone declare that “they are animals and need to be put down!”

Stiles' eyes widened, and he listened closer but the argument had moved out of the room, and he tried to follow it but caught himself before he stepped out in front of the house. The door flew open and yellow light sprang on the circle drive. A blonde woman marched out and over to an SVU as Allison’s dad came out and shouted after her, “Kate!” That’s the moment that Stiles cursed himself for parking two blocks away. After watching her leave, Allison’s dad went back inside, and Stiles decided to go back to his Jeep.

After about an hour of driving aimlessly and listening to the scanner, Stiles gave up and headed home. He walked into the house, got a drink of orange juice, and headed to his room and came to a halt in the middle of taking off his coat. There was a green light flashing on his bed, which Stiles realized was the charred phone from earlier. Checking it, he found another text message.

“Deadhead party. Eight. You know the place,” Stiles read and after a few moments, decided they were either talking about the burned down Hale House or the Hale Funeral Home. He decided on the latter since there was still an investigation at the former and took the phone with him.

When Stiles pulled up to the funeral home, everything was dark, and the Jeep was the only vehicle in the lot. He turned off his headlights before going to look around outside. Not until Stiles got to the back of the funeral home did he realize there was a light on in the basement. He tried the back door, and it was unlocked, but the door was squeaky. He tensed and decided to close it slowly before moving on, but blanched when he heard someone coming up the stairs. Stiles hid behind a large potted planted and held his breath. He softly swallowed when he heard someone lock the back door and go back down the stairs.

That’s when he heard Derek yell in pain.

Honestly, he couldn’t be sure it was Derek, but after having the wolf version of the other man in his face, he was pretty sure it was Derek and that they were doing something in the basement. Stiles came out from hiding and searched for any weapon that he could find as he listened to more shouts of anguished pain. Finding a poker by a cold, dusty fireplace, he picked it up along with an ash shovel and started down the stairs.

“Doesn’t it hurt to know that your eyes are the reason why we even came to this town?” a woman’s voice said. “I heard your mommy’s awake, did you tell her, yet, hmm?”

Stiles did not like her voice. If someone were to have an evil voice, that's how it would sound. When Stiles made it to the crypt, he felt the fear coursing through him as Derek shouted again and again. What the hell were they doing to him?

All the lights were on in crypt, and it was a winding passage of tunnels. Stiles had been here before as a job shadowing gig when he was in junior high and met Mrs. Hale. It had been one of the weirdest ways to get a glimpse at his dear Cora’s life.

Then, All Time Low blasted through the crypt and Stiles scrambled to silence his phone. Realizing it was Scott, he sent off a message: “911 funeral home.” Right then a hand grabbed him, and Stiles stabbed behind him with all the strength he had. The man who had caught him howled as the poker went into his abdomen. Next thing Stiles knew, his head hurt, and he was on the ground.

“Called the cavalry,” Stiles happily said as he looked up to see two of Kate glaring at him. “Let him go, and I may be able to convince the Sheriff to not light you on fire, too!”

“Stiles,” he heard Derek say somewhere, hoarse and strained from all the yelling and possible torture. “Stiles, no!”

The two Kates knocked him out.

Stiles awoke in the back of a vehicle, on the floor, and found himself restrained with his hands behind his back and legs tied as the vehicle bumped along. He coughed because of the dirty rag in his mouth and looked around, finding himself alone with one lackey watching him and no Derek.

Damn it. No one ever gave Stiles credit for being a badass.

Rolling around on the floor of what he assumed was a van, he got the gag off and coughed and spit until he found his voice. “Come on; this is stupid. My dad’s the sheriff. You’re running. He’s going to find you. You’ll all go away forever. He might even throw a phone book at you if you do enough damage, and I mean that’s a lot for--”

“Shut up,” said the lackey as he leaned over and yanked Stiles’ gag back into place.

“Rude!” Stiles shouted from behind the gag, but it came out as just a muffled yell.

Stiles wanted to repeat it when they came to an abrupt stop, and he got thrown against the wall of the van. The shift made him dizzy, and he was pretty sure he had a concussion.

Then, there were sudden pops outside, gunfire he realized and the unmistakable roar of a werewolf. Silence followed the roar, and the lackey grabbed Stiles and pulled out a gun as they tensely waited.

First, there was the sound of glass smashing from the front of the van, followed by a man’s yell. Then, the van rocked once as something substantial landed on the roof, twice as something else landed on the roof. Stiles then felt the van start rock then suddenly he was flying because the van was rolling onto its side.

Stiles yelped when he slammed against the seating where the lackey had been holding him. He saw the gun had been knocked free and started crawling for it. The van’s side door was then ripped open and off the hinges. Derek dropped into the van in humanoid wolf form into a crouch. In front of him landed a fully transformed wolf.

Stiles was pretty sure he was losing his shit, right now.

The wolf dove past Stiles, and he heard the lackey scream as the wolf tore into him. Derek was then yanking his claws through Stiles’ restraints, and finally, he could move his feet and hands. He reached for the gun still lying there.

“No,” Derek said as he transformed back into a human. “That’s what they would want.”

Stiles yanked off his gag and rolled his eyes. “I would just like some protection until my dad gets here,” he said. “It’s been a day. By the way, are you all right?” He realized Derek was bleeding from more than one bullet wound.

“Kate got me,” Derek said with a pant as he sat down. “My sister is going after her; I’ll be fine.”

About then, the wolf leaped out of the van and disappeared. Stiles crawled over to Derek and looked at the black blood coming from the wounds. “That does not look good, dude.”

“Yeah, but you do,” Derek replied with a slow glance to Stiles. “It’s Wolfsbane. Like I said, I’ll be fine once Laura catches Kate.”

“The wolf?” Stiles said in confusion, realizing that werewolves could become full wolves. “And did you just hit on me or do I seriously need to get this concussion looked at?”

“Laura was the wolf,” Derek said with a nod. “And you should get it looked at, but also, I hit on you.”

“That would be so hot if you weren’t leaking black blood all over the place,” Stiles pointed out.

Derek laughed, strained and Stiles realized that he had a burn on the part of his side that was showing.

“What did they do to you?” Stiles asked as he finally managed to get to his feet. He set the gun down and went to Derek to help him up and, dude, the guy was massive.

“You don’t want to know,” Derek said, seemingly avoiding Stiles’ gaze.

“I do want to know,” Stiles interjected. “If I kiss you will you tell me?” he chirped.

“Shouldn’t do that with a concussion,” Derek muttered.

“What, kiss?”

“No, try to bargain. You’re terrible at it.”

Stiles took that as an okay to lay one on Derek. He kissed Derek’s cheek first, laughed when Derek grumbled, and repeated the gesture, this time on the lips as they leaned against the inside of the van.

“How about I tell you what happened when Cora wakes up, and you tell her you pretended to be her boyfriend?” Derek asked with a small smile.

Stiles was wounded. Was his kiss that bad?

“She’s going to hit me,” Stiles said.

“Yeah,” Derek said with a chuckle, “and she’ll aim for the balls.”

They stayed there, leaning and kissing until sirens arrived in the distance and Stiles decided that he had fallen for the right Hale on his second try.

“So, you’re okay with me finding you and your little sister attractive?” Stiles eventually asked, as they stood at the side of Cora’s hospital bed, waiting for her to wake up, about a week after the mess with Kate, who was still at large.

Derek rolled his eyes at the same time that Cora’s voice muttered, “I don’t have a little sister.”

Springing to her aid, Derek looked like he might cry. Stiles went to get the nurses, and when he arrived back in the room, Cora was sitting up.

“So, when did you fall for the dork from my high school?” she asked with a squint.

Derek smiled at her and looked to Stiles. “It’s a long story, but it was while you were healing.”

#Anefan #stereksanta18 #*fic18 #*gifts18

[seokmins-thighs]

writing masterlist

includes my writings here on tumblr and ao3. please do tell me if any of the links are not working!

scenarios

(hoshi)  library!au | (fluff) 1789w; original prompt here. you’re a librarian and soonyoung is a frequent visitor with a weird taste in books.

(mingyu) coffee shop!au pt. i / ii / iii / iv / v | (fluff, barista!mingyu) BASED OFF OF THIS PROMPT(IV): YOU GIVE ME A DIFFERENT FAKE NAME EVERY TIME YOU COME INTO STARBUCKS AND I JUST WANT TO KNOW YOUR REAL NAME BC UR CUTE BUT HERE I AM SCRAWLING “BATMAN” ONTO YOUR STUPID CAPPUCCINO

(dokyeom) maps | there’s a wall in the apartment where seokmin writes down places to visit with you until he’s not writing places anymore.

(wonwoo) awkward meeting!au | (10.X) You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute

(jeonghan) textbooks | sharing a high school school textbook and leaving each other notes and answers in page corners au

(wonwoo) everyday is yesterday | we went through a really bad break up a month ago, but I already bought you a Christmas gift. it’s too late to return it now and I know you’d really like it so I show up to your house on Christmas Eve and present the new watch I bought to replace your old one that’s nearly falling apart and I swear I see tears in your eyes

(jun) blackout | the blackout in your apartment place offers more light than darkness than you thought

(joshua) ghostprint | there’s a knock at your car, but you don’t let anyone in

(dino) americanos and raindrops | the rain stops most customers from coming in, but you’re glad that one in particular still drops by

(the8) sweet tooth | you don’t know where he’s getting these gift cards from, but you’re glad he does

(joshua) chocolate mornings | after your first class of the morning, there’s a little boy who comes up to you and drops off a bar of chocolate for you, but whenever you ask him who these are from, he runs away.

(all members) hand-holding headcanons + scenarios hip hop unit / performance unit / vocal unit / all units | compilation of the hand-holding headcanons and tiny scenarios about them; i hope this helped with upcoming final exams!

(s.coups) serendipity | Soulmate!au in which people have two timers; one says when you will meet your soulmate, but you never find your second timer.

(s.coups) serendipity bullet scenario |  everyone should have two timers inked into their flesh: when they’ll meet their soulmate and when their soulmate will die. you only have one timer, no matter how many times you’ve asked your friends to look for it

(hoshi) wayfarer | Definition: a traveler, especially on footin which you stay up. in which the usually lonely times of a day, only to find someone wandering at that hour

drabbles

(s.coups) 01 | THIS POST

(woozi) 02 | your otp has a pet and they try to dress it up as a reindeer

(hoshi) 03 | “our oldest son told our youngest daughter that santa isn’t real (he totally is), so you rush into the closet and throw on the santa suit you have for emergencies and sneak outside in the snow so our daughter can ‘spot santa checking on the good little girls and boys” au

(dokyeom) 04 | “you’re in the hospital for the holidays so i came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room i love you merry christmas”

(mingyu) 05 | pulling you in for a kiss with a scarf

(s.coups) 06 | “i picked your name for secret santa at work but i don’t even know you or know what to get you but since it’s a secret i just bought a cheap #1 dad shirt cause i thought it as funny and you opened it and now are on the floor crying and your laugh is so cute i think i’m in love” au

(seungkwan) 07 | “i thought i was the only one working over time at the office on christmas eve so i was singing jingle bells at the top of my lungs incredibly off key while making hot chocolate in the break room but you surprised me and i dumped it all over your pants. hello nice meeting you for the first time lemme dab your wet pant with this napkin” au

(vernon) 08 ekg tease | your best friends tries to make your heart rate go crazy by naming off people and only one name manages to do that

100 ways to say i love you

(hoshi) 9.16 | “it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.”

(s.coups) 10.01 | “pull over. let me drive for a while.”

(jun) 11.90 | “you can tell me anything.”

(joshua) 12.62 arm pillow | “it can wait until tomorrow.”

(wonwoo) 13.68 | “you didn’t have to ask.”

(woozi) 14.74 | “we can share.”

(the8) 15.05 | “i’ll walk you home.”

fics

(soonseok) dentist!au | (slice of life?) 1076w; “somehow everytime i have a dentist appointment you do too and you always sit next to me in the waiting room and ask me “what are you in for” as if we are in prison and this has been happening for almost two years who are you”

(soonseok) timestamp | (fluff) Seokmin tends to forget things, so he writes down reminders on his phone. Soonyoung takes Seokmin’s phone often and adds his own reminders.

(wonwoo) monochrome pt. i / ii | no one has an answer when wonwoo asks what colors are

fics on ao3

soonseok

one of these nights | (shelter!au) 5829w; Soonyoung builds lonely worlds with the tablet in his hands.

across the universe | (high school!au) 7584w; Soonyoung builds a small mailbox for strangers to send in mail.

the brain’s demotion | (angst, robots & androids!au) 6148w; Soonyoung has Seokmin forever as an old life revived. part i of emotion series

the heart’s promotion | (angst, robots & androids!au) 8988w; Seokmin revives Soonyoung through all of these years. part ii of emotion series

a crowded soul’s commotion | (angst) 726w;  Soonyoung turns on the television and it's the same thing he watched many times before, but every single time, he can't bring himself to watch till the end. inspired by Yang Da Il and Dokyeom's collaboration "A Piece of You" (Cinematic Love). part iii of emotion series

l_st | (slices of life, angst, fluff) 6994w; Soonyoung's and Seokmin's lives fill in the word between the letters.

maybe it’s wrong (to love you more each day) | (university!au, fluff, angst, pining pining pining, after university!au) 10412w; A couple of years before Soonyoung graduates university, he meets Seokmin. During the last couple of years before Soonyoung graduates, he learns to fall in love. A couple of years after Soonyoung graduates, he fails to fall out of love.

i taste you in every shot that i take down | (post-break up, angst) 2449w;  Weeks after they broke up, Soonyoung's ringtone is the only one Seokmin thought would never play again from his phone.

please (don’t) take my sunshine away | (post-break up aGAIN, angst, time travel) The morning after Soonyoung and Seokmin break up, Soonyoung is taken back to the 1950s as a radio host, riling up listeners late at night for his quick words about love. Through his short time there, he learns what he could have done. (hidden string of words among the other words)

meanie

l_ve | (slices of life, fluff, angst) 2680w; Wonwoo and Mingyu's lives fill in the word between the letters.

Love Stuck | (writer!wonwoo, parents!au, angst, idk kinda slow burn) ongoing, currently 9 chapters with 50636w; Despite never getting married or having been in a relationship, Wonwoo moves to the States and helps people write their wedding vows for a living. With everyone asking him when he will finally date someone, he takes a break and visits friends and family back at home. Out of all of his friends who offered to let him stay at their place, Wonwoo decides to stay with the only father among his friends, Mingyu, who Wonwoo helped write his wedding vows five years before his divorce.  

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen #soonseok #meanie #tabi writing

[fuck-bowers]

Twelve Days of Criss-mas / Vic Criss x Reader

A/N: I was requested a second Halloween fic for Vic by @aprilfooledyou but Halloween had passed before I could post it, so I thought for the moment, I would post a festive fic stuffed with holiday fluff :-) be warned. v fluffy. v cheesy. just in time for Christmas. hope you enjoy!!

“Wow, who’s your secret admirer?”

You beamed down at the letter in your hands, folded in half, a big “Day 3” scrawled on the front. Immediately you blushed, laughing to yourself. “No idea. These just started the other day.”

Letters were being taped to your locker daily now, apparently counting up to an unknown set of days. Your best friend Teresa grinned excitedly, looking over your shoulder.

“Open it up!” She excitedly insisted, and slowly you folded open the piece of notebook paper to find a paragraph of a letter inside, just like the two received before it. Teresa squealed, startling you.

“It’s a love letter!” Your best friend said, seemingly surprised. You had a similar shock when you discovered the first letter - no one had done anything like this to you before, much less to any other girl at Derry High.

Before either of you could read it, you closed it abruptly.

“Unfair! I gotta read it!” She whined, and you shook your head with a grin.

“No, come on, they wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“You know who they are?” She questioned, even more curious. You shook your head again, shrugging.

“It could be anyone.” You replied. Looking down at the folded letter in your hand, you furrowed your brows. 

“I don’t know what they mean, ordering things in days.”

For a moment, the two of you were silent, until Teresa smiled wide. “The twelve days of Christmas. It’s a twelve days of Christmas thing.”

It made so much sense. You smiled back at her, surprised you hadn't figured it out earlier.

“That’s totally it, you're right.”

Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, Teresa began to walk backwards down the hall, but not before pointing at you with raised eyebrows.

“You tell me the second you know who it is.”

“Of course!” You hollered back. As she left in the stream of other students going home, you opened the letter up. In messy handwriting, you deciphered the letter’s contents.

Dear Y/N,

Boy, this is weird. Don't girls like stuff like this, though? Maybe not, if you don't know who it's from. But it could be kinda nice. I dunno.

I love your voice. It's nice and chipper and sweet and it cuts through the sound of everyone else’s voice in a crowd full of people. In class when you ask questions your voice is a beautiful low tone, musical notes hanging in the air until the bell rings. - Yours truly

The day before, it had been about your eyes, and the very first day, it was about your smile. You were a blushing fool, grinning down at the paper, standing alone by your locker. Coming back to reality, you looked down the hallway.

You wished whoever wrote it would be watching nearby, but of course, you were alone. You'd have to wait nine more school days to even know their name.

Vic Criss scribbled ‘yours truly’ onto the bottom of the torn out notebook page, flipping it over before Belch Huggins, sitting beside him in the cafeteria, could read it. Belch smiled slyly.

“Is that homework?”

Vic gave a nod, looking down at it. “Uh, yeah. Thought I'd start an essay early.”

Staring at him for a moment, Belch finally gave out a laugh. “Boy, you're full of shit.”

Of course, Vic would never admit his love letter writing to Henry, and especially never to Patrick - but Belch seemed to have the most potential to understand.

Slowly, Vic opened his mouth, thinking of how to phrase it.

“This, uh, this girl I like. I've been leaving her letters. For Christmas. That's all.”

Belch cocked an eyebrow. “She must be fuckin’ special.” He commented, taking a bite of his sandwich.

You were. Vic had known it since middle school. Other girls, though attractive, though kind, had never enticed him as much as you had. And you only had spoken to him a handful of times. He didn’t want to go through Christmas break still debating whether or not to make his feelings known.

“Yeah.” Vic muttered, folding the finished letter in half. On top, he wrote “Day 3” in big, bold letters.

Day 4, day 5, day 6 - the days passed by, each with a note taped to locker #52, right before the last class of the day. Though the text was nearly chicken scratch, you could read it, and each letter’s ugly handwriting was juxtaposed with its poetry.

Dear Y/N,

Every time I hear your laugh, it brighten up my day. It sounds like wind chimes in the summer.

I wish I could make you laugh. Maybe someday I can. Evan if I told the lamest joke in the world and you gave me a pity laugh, I'd be happy to know I caused that wonderful noise.

I hope you had a good day today.

- Yours truly

Dear Y/N,

You're so smart. You already know. But whenever you're called on in class, you speak so elecuently and you know every answer to every question your asked. If you've noticed me in class, you know whenever I'm called on, I either fuck up saying the right answer, or I just get it flat-out wrong.

You're probably sick of these letters, right? I would be too. Don't worry, there's only a few left!

- Yours truly

Dear Y/N,

O.K , I didn't know whether or not it'd be in good taste to write this or if it would make me look like a total creep - but it's a part of what I like about you, so I might as well be honest. You've got a smokin’ body. Just like yesterday's letter, I'm sure you already know and don't need some rando telling you, but wow, you've really got it going on. You’re incredible. Do you go to a gym? … don't answer that.

Anyway, that’s just one of the many things about you that I’m crazy over. This is the crudest letter you'll receive, I promise.

- Yours truly

You couldn't help but giggle at the last letter. It really was a boy who, at least vaguely, knew about decency. At every school day’s end, it was what you looked forward to with excitement, wondering what the next one would say. Days 7, 8, 9, 10, passed by with each love letter sweeter than the last. The weekend was usually a breeze to get through, but between days 10 and 11, it couldn't go by fast enough.

Eyes searching through every class for your secret admirer, you weren't sure what to look for. Any and all of the students - well, some more than others - could be the one.

Day 11’s note was different - it included a big hint.

Dear Y/N,

I was sitting in the cafeteria alone after class, all mad cuz I had just failed a test I'd studied really hard for. The guys had all made fun of me for even trying. I thought if I tried to study, instead of just slacking off, I could get a good grade for once. I guess not.

You came up to me and said that you'd failed the test, too. I know you didn't. You're too smart. I don't think you were flirting or anything, I think you just knew I took it hard. I said yeah, it was much harder than Ms. Goodman said it would be, and you smiled and said that's the way she is. Then you said see you later and walked away.

If that's something you do for people you barely know, it says so much about who you are. I wish I knew you better.

- Yours truly

As the letter came to a close, your heart raced, butterflies rushing in waves through your stomach. There had only been one guy you'd done that to. It was one you had never, ever expected to be the romantic behind the confessions.

Vic had held a debate in his head all morning long concerning whether or not he’d deliver the final letter in person. The last letter said nearly outright who “yours truly” was - unless you did that to everyone Ms. Goodman failed.

Even so, how uncomfortable would it be if you were hand-delivered the 12th letter by the same boy you wanted to avoid after reading the 11th? You came to class seemingly in a good mood everyday, but Vic couldn't tell if it was because of him.

Vic wasn't as invasive as Patrick to hide and watch you read each letter, and he wasn't as bold as Henry or Belch to ask you out instead of going to all this trouble. Hell, Patrick wouldn't have left a single letter either, much less care if you liked them or not.

Of course, this was new for Vic, too. He wasn’t sure if too many of his mom’s soap episodes had gotten to his head, or if it was the wonder of Christmas driving him to confess his love like this. Regardless, he didn’t want the gesture to be too over the top - he might as well leave the letter, rather than deliver it.

The towhead of the Bowers gang placed the final letter onto your locker, taping it securely. Drawing in a deep breath for a long sigh, he wondered if you’d talk to him after this, if it was a good idea to write his name in the final letter instead of the typical ‘yours truly’, if the entire twelve days of letters itself was a good idea at all.

Coyly tapping him on the shoulder, Vic nearly jumped as he turned around, eyes wide. They seemed to widen even more when he realized he’d be getting his answer.

You beamed at him, and realizing it must be okay to smile back, he started to. That's when you put a hand to his cheek and quickly pressed your lips upon his.

The long-awaited kiss lasted a tender, surprising moment, but before Vic had the chance to kiss back, you pulled away.

“Merry Christmas, Vic.” You wistfully said with a smirk, as you turned and ran back to class without a second glance.

He stood alone in the hallway, breathless, slowly smiling, just as you had been upon receiving your first letter.

Within seconds, you’d made it a good Christmas - and he looked forward to an even better year.

#cheesier than cheese tbh damn #vic criss #victor criss #vic criss x reader #vic criss fanfic #vic criss fanfiction #fanfic #it movie #it movie 2017 #it movie fanfic #it movie fanfiction #it fanfiction #it fanfic #the bowers gang #bowers gang fic #stephen king #fanfiction #christmas fanfic #christmas #12 days of christmas #12 days of criss-mas #fluff #fluffy

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Merry Kissmas

Title: Merry Kissmas

Characters: Jack x Reader, Dean, Sam, and Castiel

Word Count: 2206

Warning: FLUFF!, Mild language (like one word.)

A/N: This just popped into my head and thus this was born. I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it  Let me know what you think. I promise I don’t bite!

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“Okay Jack, there is one particular thing you need to know about Christmas. See this right here?” Jack nodded seeing the little plant in your hands, “It’s called a mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe,” Jack repeated.

“Correct! Awesome Jack!” You praised, earning one of his innocent and sparkling smiles. “Now, the rule of the mistletoe is that, when a person is standing under it, you have to give them a quick friendly kiss on the lips,” you explained, mischief glittering in your eyes, although unnoticed to the young and oblivious Nephilim.

“Alright, I think I get it. Christmas is really strange,” he commented.

“Here, let’s practice.” You held the mistletoe above your teddy bear. “Okay Jack, let’s pretend this is a person, and look, he’s under the mistletoe, so I’m just going to give him a quick kiss on the lips,” you told him before pecking your stuff bear’s mouth. “Do you understand better now?”

“Yes, that definitely helped.”

“Good, now don’t forget about the rule,” you reiterated.

“Got it. If a person is under the mistletoe, we give them a kiss.”

“YES!” You cheered, a little too enthusiastically, causing you and Jack to slightly bounce on your bed.

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” Dean popped in front of your bedroom door. You whipped your head in his direction, Jack casually greeting him.

“N-Nothing!” You blurted, hiding the mistletoe behind you. Dean glared, not believing you in the slightest.

“Actually, Y/N was teaching me about Christmas,” Jack interjected.

“Uh, yeah…” you trailed, hoping Dean would believe it. It was true after all.

“Yeah, whatever. And what did I say about you two being alone in a room together?” Dean scolded, waving his finger back and forth between you and Jack.

“Relax DAD! The door is open,” you retorted sarcastically. Dean grunted before giving the two of you wary eyes.

“Door. Stays. Open,” he warned, giving Jack an intimidating stare.

“YES! Sheesh!” You groaned. Dean gave a little satisfied smirk before disappearing from the door frame. Dean always found satisfaction in annoying you. To Dean it felt like the closest thing he’d get to ‘normal.’ To that white picket fenced life. He felt it was as if he was the big older brother tormenting his sweet baby sister. And he wasn’t wrong. To onlookers, they would think the same as well.

After a few more minutes of explaining Christmas to Jack, and answering his million questions about who Santa Clause is, the two of set out into the rest of the bunker. The pair of you nonchalantly roamed the bunker in search for your first unsuspecting victim. That was when you saw Sam sitting in the library, his ever-changing hazel orbs glued to the screen, idly typing away at his laptop.

Sucker number one.

You’d think that guilt would have stopped you from pulling this prank, considering you were practically taking advantage of Jack’s innocene and ignorance of the vast world he was still trying to learn, but you didn’t. In fact, you relished in all the possibilities.

Jack watched you with curiosity and amusement as you snuck behind Sam, ducking behind him and dangling the mistletoe over his head. You readied your camera phone anticipating the reaction Sam was going to give. Fighting the urge to laugh, you bit the inside of your cheeks, cursing Jack for taking five-ever to do the thing.

Suddenly Jack was standing beside Sam and you moved away in time to catch the perfect shot. Sam had noticed Jack standing uncomfortably close, and when he looked up to ask id he needed anything, Jack shook his head before dipping down to capture Sam’s lips with his. Sam tried to back away but failed miserably, practically falling off the chair.

“Jack! Ugh, what the hell?! What are you doing?!” Sam was a mixture of frantic and baffled to what just happened and why it happened. His face was cherry red and you couldn’t handle it any more. You broke into uncontrollable laughter, your phone vigorously shaking in your hands.

“It’s the rule of the mistletoe,” Jack announced, not finding what was so funny or what was so wrong.

“Y/N!” Sam shouted in anger and he got up from the floor, dusting off his pants. Tears were falling from your eyes and your stomach was clenched so hard from laughing that it hurt to breathe.

“Sammy, I’m just trying to teach Jack some of the holiday traditions,” you surprisingly managed to say. What surprised you more was that it was actually coherent.

“Well leave me out of it!” Sam raged.

“Alright, alright!” You gasped, still trying to gather oxygen into your lungs. “Merry Kissmas!”

“Get out of here,” Sam groaned. You shrieked in fear and excitement, grabbing Jack’s hand and pulling him along.

Jack scrunched his face in confusion. He was sure he did everything right. He didn’t understand why Sam was so angry. He looked to you for clarification, but all you did was take one look at his poor face and burst into a fit of giggles.

“Jack, jack…” you patted his shoulder. “I guess Sam just wasn’t in the Christmas spirit. It’s okay, let’s try someone else.” You gave him a reassuring smile which brought back his own.

Entering the kitchen, you found Castiel stowing the groceries into the fridge. He must have just gotten home from picking up Dean’s shopping list. Cass greeted you and Jack, before focusing back to the task at hand, however he was unaware that you had your own agenda.

Creeping behind Cass, you stood on your tiptoes, and stretched your arms over his head, hitting the record button. Jack noticed the mistletoe and wasted no time in approaching Cass and pecking him on the lips. Jack smiled while Cass just stared back at him, body still. You couldn’t read the expression on his face as he was stoic like always.

“Why did you do that?” Was his only reply and that was enough to finally break you down. Cass immediately turned his attention to you, watching your writhe under your own cackling fit.

“Why are you so serious?!” You blared, your laughter getting the best of your ability to talk in an appropriate volume. Jack was still standing there with that innocent smile.

God, I love Cass, you thought to yourself.

“Y/N, I heard your prayer. I am very honored that you feel that way about me. I assure you, that I, too, love you, along with Jack and Sam and Dean.

Still calming down, a wide grin spread across your face as you lunged yourself towards Cass, hugging him tightly around his waist, resting your head against his chest. Cass returned the gesture, gently placing his hands around your back and settling his cheek on the top of your head.

“Thanks Cass, I love you! Merry Kissmas!” You chirped, letting him go abruptly and clutching Jack’s hand, running out of the kitchen to find the last person on your mistletoe trick list.

“I don’t think you said that right,” Cass spoke, but it was already too late, you and Jack were already out of sight.

You knew Dean was a big risk, but a risk you were willing to take none the less. Jack was a Nephilim, with extraordinary powers, so you weren’t too worried about things going sideways. Jack followed closely behind you as you padded your way through the bunker, in search of the big bad Winchester. Mr. “Grumpchester.”

After searching the entire bunker including his room, there was only one place left – the garage. As you neared Dean’s second sanctuary, you could hear the sounds of Led Zeppelin muffled through the door. You rolled your eyes at his choice of music. It was almost Christmas; he should have been listening to Christmas songs!

Opening the door, sound waves of instruments washed over you. It was louder than you expected it to be. You stormed over to the stereo and turned down the volume drastically, earning a protest from Dean.

“Hey, hey! My music, what gives!” He grumbled.

“It was so loud; I’m surprised you’re not deaf!” You spat back.

“What do you want anyways?”

“Well Jack wanted to know why Santa Clause lives in the North Pole,” you improvised.

“Look, I don’t have time for this,” Dean exhaled, dropping one of his tools in search for another.

You took this as your chance and suspended the Christmas plant over Dean’s head and waited for Jack to kiss him. You glared at Jack, using your eyes to communicate and urge him to do it, but he was hesitant. As Dean found a tool, you hid the mistletoe back behind your back, stuffing it into your back pocket.

You shuffled back over to Jack whispering in his ear. “Jack, what’s wrong? C’mon, Dean’s the last one,” you reasoned.

“I’m not sure about doing this with Dean. I can sense that he isn’t in the Christmas spirit either,” Jack pouted. “Why don’t you do this round?” He suggested in a hushed tone.

“What? I can’t,” you hissed, not wanting Dean to hear.

“Why not? I’ve done it with Sam and Cass.”

“What’s this?” Dean chimed, pulling the mistletoe from your back pocket. You whipped around, jumping to reach for it.

“Dean!” You shouted as Dean laughed at your dismay.

The shouting and laughing caught the attention of Sam and Cass, who were now standing at the garage entrance.

“Oh, c’mon shortcake, you can do better than this,” Dean sang, chuckling at your weak attempt to grab the mistletoe.

Jack stood there watching. He was confused on what to do. Should he laugh with Dean or be angry like you? That’s when he noticed something. The mistletoe was hanging above you. Dean had sent him a threatening text during their exploration of the bunker about kissing him under the mistletoe, however Jack saw no harm or threat when it was you under it.

Dean sent Jack a wink, as he took hold of your arms and spun you around. Without a second for you to comprehend what was happening, his lips were on yours. Your eyes widened in shock, before fluttering shut. Jack’s kiss lingered longer than the pecks he’d given Sam or Cass. Your eyes flew open and you reluctantly pushed Jack away. Cheering surrounding you. Unknown to your knowledge, Sam had taken out his phone to record the momentous occasion – an opportunity to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Your face was blown red, heat radiating off of your entire body. Jack just looked at you as if deep in thought. The more he stared the more embarrassed you got. “Ha, you think this is funny?!” You fussed, your mind absolutely frazzled.

“Yeah, actually we do,” Dean grinned.

“I thought it was really nice,” Jack stated out of the blue. Dean raised his eyebrows at the statement, as did Sam. Cass remained neutral in the face. “Your lips were really warm and soft, and it made me all tingly inside.”

The more Jack spoke the more embarrassed you got. Dean noticed and had no remorse to tease you about it.

“I guess I should be calling you strawberry shortcake since your face is so red,” he nudged you, catching you off guard and sending you into Jack’s arms. You flew out of his grip in record time, overwhelmed with shame.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Did you not like it?” Jack frowned.

God, you liked it. You liked it so much, but this couldn’t happen. You were you and Jack was… well… Jack.

“She definitely liked it, she just prayed about it,” Cass announced. You curdled your body into a ball, attempting to hide yourself from pure humiliation.

“Merry Kissmas!” Dean bellowed.

After a day or two things finally started to die down. The guys were not teasing you about it as much and Jack had stopped asking you about what he felt.

Waking up from a nap, you entered the kitchen for a glass of water. You filled up your cup, taking a sip before heading into the library. You found Dean and Sam huddled around the laptop, giggling like high school girls, while Jack and Cass stood behind them. Jack had a smile etched to his face while Cass seemed amused.

Standing beside Jack, who sent you a smile, you took a sip of your water just as you saw what they were watching. It was the kiss of you and Jack. Water sprayed all over the back of Dean and Sam’s head, and a little on the laptop screen.

“What the fuck? Ew!” Dean rushed to his feet, wiping himself with his hands. Sam froze, standing slowly before turning towards you, sending daggers your way.

At that moment, you didn’t know if you should cower in fear or burst into laughter. It was just one of those moments that was hilarious to the onlooker but frustrating to the victims. Accepting that you were probably going to get shit for this, your resolve quickly broke and you let it all out. You laughed as you imagined what you must have looked like spitting water all over the boys and you laughed harder at the reactions you got from them.

It was classic.

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BTS - Stuck In Seoul

#9 of the 12 Hours Of Christmas

The boys had a break for Christmas so you decided to buy a ticket and surprise them in Korea. The only problem was when you were going to head back home the airports were shutdown due to weather conditions, meaning you were stuck away from home for Christmas. You head back to the boys’ dorms and tell them the news. Knowing how upset you are your boyfriend tries to make it the best Christmas for you.

Seokjin / Jin -

It took him a little while but he finally found the foods he needed, working all Christmas Eve making food. You stumble out of the bedroom when you hear the fire alarm blasting. You rush into the kitchen to see Jin tossing a steaming pot into the sink, splashing cold water into it. “What’s happening?” You asks, glancing around to see all these dishes filling the counters. “Surprise? I was trying to make some of your favorite Christmas foods. I thought this might cheer you up a little bit.” Jin replies, offering a small smile. You return with a bright smile, “Jin, that’s so sweet, you didn’t have to do all this for me.” “Yeah I know, but I wanted to, I wanted you to have a good Christmas.” You smile moving over to pull him into a hug. “I couldn’t of asked for a sweeter boyfriend.” You mumble against his chest. He chuckles, lifting your chin to kiss you on the lips. After a few seconds he pulls away.

“Let’s get to eating some of the unburnt food.”

Yoongi -

You didn’t expect much when you woke up on Christmas morning. But when you reached out for Yoongi and noticed his was missing you got suspicious, getting up out of bed, after a few minutes of course. You step out of the bedroom and head into the living room to find it all decorated. “Y/n? You’re finally awake! Hurry up and get some breakfast so we can open up presents.” Hoseok calls out, waving you into the kitchen. You walk in to find the guys all huddled around the table, eating breakfast. You pull up an empty chair next to Yoongi and start to dig in with the rest of them. After breakfast you help clean up the kitchen before everyone heads into the living room, gathering around and passing out gifts. Once you sort out all the gifts by person and one by one you each open up gifts until they’re all gone, “thank you guys, you’ve been more than kind to me.” “Don’t thank us, Suga was the one who spent all night getting everything together.” You smile up at him, pulling him into a hug, “Thank you so much.”

“Its Nothing, I just wanted you to have the best Christmas possible.”

Hoseok / Jhope -

The guys were having to work so it was just you, hanging out around the dorms. You decided to pass the time by straightening up a little bit, I mean why not do a nice thing for them for Christmas, right? After a little bit of tidying you go to sit down and watch Tv when you get a text from Hobi. “Hey, I forgot my gym shorts to practice dancing in, think you can run a pair down to me?” You quickly text back, “Yeah, be there as soon as I can.” You get up and grab a pair of gym shorts from Hoseok’s closet before making your way to the company. You get inside and head for the dance practice room, assuming that’s where he’d be. As soon as the door opens up you’re surprised by everyone saying, “Merry Christmas!” The dance practice room was decorated all festive, even with a tiny tree in the court. You smile walking towards Hoseok, pulling him into a hug, “How in the world did you manage this?”

“Lots Of convincing, but you’re worth it.”

Namjoon / RM -

“Wake up, it’s Christmas.” Some Says, shaking you awake. You open your eyes to see a giant white beard in your face and you scream, starting to squirm and hitting him. “hey! Hey! Hey! It’s me! Namjoon!” He says, trying to yank down the fake beard. You stop your movements when you realize it’s him, letting out a sigh of relief, “you scared the shit out of me!” “I’m sorry, I was just trying to make you happy.” “With a fake beard?” “No, by dressing up as Santa.” This time you actually look down to see the whole red get up. “Wow... why did you decide this?” “Well I wanted you to have a good Christmas, I even made the guys dress up as elves.” “Yeah, and I’m not happy about it.” Yoongi groans. You glance to the door to see all the guys dressed up in different little elf costumes. You can’t help but bust out laughing at everyone looking hilarious.

“I wouldn’t laugh for too long, you have a Mrs. Claus outfit to put on.”

Jimin -

You woke up to a quiet house and with seven guys, that’s not a normal thing by any means. Worry fills you so you decide to get up and find out what was going on. You walk into the living room and freak out. The floor was covered in fake snow. “What is going on?” You call out, confused as you trudge into the middle of the room. “Since you can’t go back home, we thought we might bring a little home to you.” Jimin said, walking in with the other guys behind him. “So you guys made a snowstorm in your living room?” “If you can’t have fun in the snow then what even is Christmas?” Jimin jokes, “come on, lets have some fun.” He grabs onto my hands and before I knew it we were in an all out war, there was snowball fights going on, snow angels being made. Everyone was having an amazing time. You and Jimin were hid out behind the couch, using it for cover against the others in the snowball fight. When you were trying to make more snowballs from the fake snow you glance over at Jimin and offer him a small smile , “Thank you for doing this for me, I haven’t had this much fun in awhile.”

“It’s nothing, now enjoy, it’s not going to be much fun once we have to start cleaning this all up.”

Taehyung / V -

You were woken up by Taehyung pulling you out of bed, telling you to start getting ready. You were confused but oblige, slipping on some clothes and dressing up for whatever he had planned. The day started with you two running around the park, playing around in the snow and having fun. Soon you both got hungry so you went to get some food at a small restaurant nearby. Then it was back to more craziness. By the end of the day you were exhausted, “Can’t we just go back to the dorms? I’m so tired.” “There’s just one more place, we can sit down and rest there, please, go with me.” You let out a small sigh and nod, following behind him until he leads you back to the park you started at. He stood you in front of a tree before running up and messing with something on the ground. Before your eyes the tree lights up bright, covered from the trunk to the top in lights. “Did you do this for me?”

“Of course I did, you deserve an amazing Christmas.”

Jungkook -

Christmas was a little different in Seoul. You guys didn’t have your traditional Christmas foods, you had Korean dishes, which didn’t bug you that much. Many of the traditions were similar but, just not the same and you felt a little sad about it. That was until Jungkook comes into your room on Christmas Eve, his laptop in hand. “I have a little surprise for you.” “What is it?” “I know you can’t go home for the holidays but I thought why not bring home to you.” With that he spun his laptop around and you saw your family huddled up together on the screen, you go wide eyed, moving to take the laptop from him. You sit it down on the bed, starting to talk to all of them, feeling better that you got to see them. After some time of talking they had to go and logged off. You shut the laptop and push it aside before pulling Jungkook down into a hug, “Thank you so much. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“You deserves to at least see them for Christmas, I wish I could do more.”

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