#Angel Eyes is the Grinch

[anxiouscowboy]

Ok but does anyone else remember when Angel Eyes is passing through the run-down Confederate camp trying to get info about Bill Carson, and he surveys all the pain destruction, shakes his head and just looks so disappointed and (dare I say) almost sad? It just makes me wonder. Why does the sight of war seem to shake this stone-cold man, an angel of death in his own right? Why do we never see this reaction again? At Batterville, he seems completely unfazed by his and Wallace's torture of the Confederate prisoners. ??? Angel Eyes, you unhinged bastard. Do you really have a soul? We need answers!

[crybaby-bkg]

I think Deku has a bit of a mean streak, actually. he’s no Bakugou—that’s for sure—but he’s not this innocent, sweet angel baby that the media has painted him out to be. but you only catch it when you least expect it, when you’re pushing his nerves, when the stakes to everything around him are high, when he’s tired of endless sleepless nights and just—snaps.

“Oh?” you go, grin unfurling like some grinch, chin resting on your hands as you leer at him from across his expansive desk. “You’re mean.” your words are teasing, a snarl that curls your mouth up. Deku stutters, eyes going wide, jaw snapping shut in surprise as he tries to think back on how rude he just sounded.

“No, I’m not—I mean, you wouldn’t stop and I just—there’s a lot on my plate right now—and you just—you keep on—I’m not—I’m not mean.” He’s sputtering, hands all over the place, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose falling even lower with how he jabbers on and on. it’s endearing really, to see how he tries to upkeep his image of being so kind and understanding, even though his nostrils just flared at you. and his eyebrows turned down and he gritted at you, his hands were balled into fists, his words were so nasty, so ugly, so unbecoming for Deku.

you liked it. loved it even—vowed to get him like this every single fucking second that you could.

you pick and poke at him whenever you see him, teasing him and pulling at him. pushing him around even though the hero is so much stronger than you, so much bigger. and he lets you, tries to defend himself but—that’s not what you want. you want the ugliness, the snark, the mean.

he snaps, eventually, when you least expect it. grabs you up in black whip when you go to push him against the wall for the third time in only a minute, his eyes suddenly dark, the aura of the room suddenly charged.

“That’s what I was looking for.” you whisper to him, the grin spreading your face quickly dissipating in only seconds when you become the prey. when you become the one pushed up against the wall with teeth at your neck, a hand in your underwear, bullying your hole with too thick fingers.

“Why do you want me to act like this? Be so mean to you, huh?” he sounds so frustrated with himself, with you, growling and nipping and licking when you don’t answer quick enough. but your breath is caught in your lungs because finally—finally, did you get what you wanted. it just took a little bit of pushing, you suppose.

[sassypossumm]

Morning Sneezes

A little fluff for your friday morning!!!

You rolled over to look at your husband. He was sleeping so peacefully. A warm smile spread across your features at how relaxed his own were. You rested your arm under your chin and just stared at him. Miguel looked like an angel when he was asleep. No piercing stares, no grumpy frown. Now don’t get it wrong. You loved your grumpy grinch, but you loved seeing him relax and loosen up. Miguel had come so far in opening up to being himself again, but when he was asleep, it just happened.  

You felt a sneeze coming on, and covering your nose, attempted to stifle the sound. That didn’t work. You sneezed squarely in your husband’s face. Miguel groaned and scrunched up his face.

“Y/N?” He grumbled, cracking his eyes open to see your horrified face.

“Miggy!” She said much too loudly for the silent morning. Miguel groaned again and rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with an arm. “Migs?” You shuffled closer to him and whispered. When he didn’t respond, you began tracing down his nose with your finger.

“Please don’t.” He muttered, waiving a hand.

“But I love your face.” You poked his cheek.

“Yeah?” His hand stilled, and he peeled back his arm to squint at you.

“Yeah, it’s a nice face.” You caught the smirk he tried to hide. “But you already knew that jerk. I bet lots of women have told you that.” As soon as the words were out, you found herself being pulled roughly into Miguel's side. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rested your chin on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. He wrapped his own arms around you and buried his face in your hair.

“I only care about what you think.” He whispered, nuzzling your neck. “And for the record, I think you have a pretty nice face.” When you didn’t respond he quirked a brow and tilted his head down to look at you. “Y/N?” Miguel chuckled; you were already snoring.

[cvpiddszn]

𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐥.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

a/n: not edited, i'm too lazy. maybe ill go back later

summary: nyx asks luke to go on a walk with her to search for a christmas tree and when they get back she begins to notice how bright red luke’s nose is. nyx can’t help but laugh at how adorable he is, her own little rudolph.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, sexual innuedos

word count: 0.9k

nyx & luke masterlist

"What do you think about this one, Lukey?” I pointed out, my boyfriend silent from behind me. His hand clutched onto mine, squeezing every once in a while. So at least I knew that he wasn’t dead from the cold. Although, I did warn him that there was a cool breeze blowing in.

When I turned around, Luke had his free hand pulled up to his mouth breathing warm air onto his hand and shoving it in his jacket pocket. My brows furrowed, “I told you to bring mitts, and you refused to listen to me.” I scolded, taking my gloves off and handing them to him.

Luke groaned in protest, “Angel, no. I don’t want your gloves. You keep them.” His hand pushed away the gloves offered in my hands, I sighed rolling my eyes before pulling them onto my hands, while he leaned down to kiss my cheek. I shivered at the chill of his lips.

“Fine, but it might help if you put them in my pockets, they’re warmer than yours,” I argued, grabbing onto his hands and turning around before stuffing his hands into my pockets. My boyfriend was leaned down quite a bit just to rest his body against my back, stuffing his head into the open spot between my neck and shoulder. His long legs dragged behind me, sort of like a penguin.

I could smell his cologne which made my heart practically melt, the same expensive shit that he always bought. I had some strange obsession with Luke and his expensive cologne. Maybe it was the fact that he had never changed it since we were fifteen. He had never been so happy to be able to tell me that his parents bought his first expensive cologne and he hadn't changed it since.

We continued to walk through the trees until I settled on one that seemed to catch my eye. I stopped abruptly, causing Luke to stumble into my body but his hold was enough to keep me upright. I eyed the tree curiously, waiting to see if it was going to speak to me.

“Babe, you know that you look fucking crazy looking at that tree as if it’s going to grow legs and start walking and spill all of its secrets.” The brunette pointed out, and I swung my hand back to slap his shoulder gently.

“Luke, don’t be a Grinch. You don’t pick out the tree, the tree picks you.” I spoke, causing Luke to laugh at me. I grinned back at him for a moment before he caught me off guard, pressing his cold lips to mine. His left hand removed itself from my jacket, spinning me around to face him fully, both his hands coming up to my cheeks.

I pulled back from me, breathless and cheeks aflame. “So this is the tree?” I looked up at my boyfriend who grinned at me as if he didn’t just take my breath away. It was insane to so many when I told them that Luke was such a romantic, but he just didn’t like public displays of romance. Sure, his hand always found mine, rubbing small circles or his arm around my shoulders or waist but that was as far as we would go in front of others, but now it was just us and millions of pine trees.

“Whatever you want, angel.” He replied, kissing my cheek before grabbing onto my glove-covered hands and pulling me to one of the employees. My mind spaced out as I watched him admirably, feeling his hands squeezing mine every so often. As if it was a reminder than he knew that I was there.

My stomach filled with butterflies as I couldn’t help the smile on my face. As soon as the employee left to grab the tree, his brows furrowed in confusion as he studied me. “What are you grinning at?”

“You,” I replied immediately.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Luke and I were cuddled on the couch, a blanket covering the both of us. Hot chocolate in our hands, warming them through the mug. It would be a surprise if neither of us caught a cold by the end of the week. 

My boyfriend set his warm drink down, and it wasn’t until that moment that I truly looked at him. I nearly burst out laughing seeing his rosy cheeks but even better was his bright red nose. Instead of laughing, I settled for a smile but Luke paused, narrowing his eyes at me accusingly.

“Why are you giving me that look?” His hand reached under the blanket placing themselves under his sweater that I wore. I shivered at the chill that went down my spine.

“Baby,” I spoke softly, bringing my finger up to poke at his nose, “you look like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” I teased quietly, finding it adorable that his nose was so red. I placed my hands on either side of his face, and he enjoyed the heat of it, eyes closing as he chased the warmth from my fingers. My thumbs rubbed soothingly at his face, hoping to warm him up. 

Luke groaned, diving his body into mine before his head sunk between my shoulder and neck, dragging his nose from side to side of my neck as I shivered. “Lukey, you’re so cold,” I mumbled as his hands gripped onto my bare waist, his hands freezing.

“Just trying to warm up, angel.” He said softly lips pressing at the side of my neck affectionately. “Stay nice and still, have the perfect way to warm up.” Chills covered my body from head to toe, his hands travelled right to my stomach creating patterns as my breath caught in my throat.

His hand lightly pushed against my leggings, pulling them forward to create space as his cold hands travelled further and further down, right to my throbbing heat and right before he dove in, his mouth crashed against mine, silencing any future pleas and moans.

Luke might be cold but I would always be his warmth.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Tiger Club (part 3)

Steddie || ~2.3k words || rating: M || tags: single-dad steve harrington, teacher eddie munson, teacher chrissy cunningham, eddie and chrissy are best friends, steve harrington is dustin and max's dad, dustin and max are twins, meet cute, humor and fluff

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (you are here!) || ao3

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It’s Eddie’s week for Tiger Club and by Thursday he still hasn’t seen Steve once. It’s been Robin every day so far, but she promised yesterday that he’d be doing pick ups today and tomorrow. Eddie hadn’t really believed her after so many previous missed connections, but when the kids ran out to the playground screaming about Dad bringing them for ice cream after school, he thinks maybe he should’ve taken her seriously.

Because now here he is, fiddling with the sleeves of his leather jacket and smoothing a hand over his flyaways like he’s about to meet the goddamned Pope. He’s not nervous– he’s not. It’s just some guy– nay, an ex-trust fund kid. Sure he sounds amazing on paper, but Eddie’ll decide that for himself.

“So is he here yet?” Jumping out of his skin, he turns to find Chrissy smirking at him. He checks his watch and sure enough, it’s 3:45, and Max and Dustin are the last kids on the playground. God, he really should’ve noticed all of the other kids leaving. “Eddie, you seem nervous,” she says, giggling as he scoffs at her implication.

He is not nervous.

“What would I have to be nervous about?” He almost shouts it, gesturing wildly with his hands. “I don’t even know the guy. I just know he’s late. Again!”

Chris nods toward him, eyeing something over his shoulder and he turns in time to see a familiar maroon SUV pull up to the curb. But the man stepping out onto the sidewalk definitely isn’t Robin.

No, he’s just the prettiest man Eddie’s ever been lucky enough to set his gaze on.

He’s wearing tight, acid washed jeans and a navy henley that’s holding on for dear life across his broad chest. The aviator sunglasses should really make him look like a stereotypical douchebag, but of course it just makes him look hot, accentuating his full, pouty, pink lips. His thick, chestnut hair is feathered to appear casual. Even from across the playground it looks soft, and Eddie’s desperate to touch, to hold and pull tight. 

The fucking guy is effortlessly cool, and Eddie hates that cool ex-jock is a look that’s apparently his type. 

The man scans the playground, a wide grin brightens his face when he catches sight of the twins. Eddie watches as the literal fallen angel pushes his fingers into his mouth– sending Eddie’s thoughts careening dangerously off course– and whistles loud enough that Dustin and Max pop up like adorable groundhogs.

“Daddy!” Max yells, jumping up and running full speed towards him with Dustin hot on her heels. 

Daddy? Eddie’s never heard either of the twins call him that– it’s always been Dad. Although Eddie’s also pretty sure he’s never seen Max this excited before.

Steve drops to his knees– Eddie’s jaw hits the ground at the same time– to catch his kids as they send him toppling over. The three are a pile of limbs and smiles, and it’s melting Eddie’s cold, grinch heart.

Chrissy nudges him. He can tell she’s already reading him like an open book, the same way he had when she’d first laid eyes on Robin. Instead of teasing, her smile is full of comfort and encouragement. She lightly tugs his arm, pulling his frozen legs behind her towards the chaos. As the kids disentangle themselves, he can hear them excitedly talking over one another. 

“No, Daddy listen, Lucas told the funniest joke at recess–”

“Max, oh my god, no one cares! I literally made a volcano in science–”

“Shut up, Dustin, no one cares about your stupid science volcano!”

“Hey!” Steve’s up on his feet clapping loudly to get the kids’ attention. “Language, Max. How many times do I have to tell you that Dustin’s science stuff isn’t stupid? And Dustin, don’t interrupt your sister when she’s talking. Just because you’re louder doesn’t mean you get to talk over her. Both of you apologize. Now.”

The kids look equally cowed, and mutter their apologies before turning back to their dad with their proverbial tails between their legs.

“And?” he prompts.

“Sorry for arguing, Dad,” they answer in unison.

“Good. Now, let’s go find Miss Chr–”

The end of Steve’s sentence is lost to the autumn wind as he catches Eddie’s eye. He watches as Steve slowly pushes his sunglasses up onto his head and jesus christ those are the warmest honey hazel eyes Eddie’s ever seen. Steve’s mouth has dropped open, drawing Eddie’s gaze to his plush lips.

Up close, Eddie can pick out the golden shine to his hair and the moles scattered across his skin. Two on the man’s neck hold his attention, filling Eddie with the strong urge to bite. Steve pushes up his sleeves to reveal toned forearms. His hands are large with long fingers and Eddie needs them wrapped around him.

“Daddy, what are you looking at?”

Both men jolt at the sound of Max’s voice. A heavy blush coats Steve’s face, and Eddie wants to explore where else the man turns red and wanting. Mouth suddenly dry, he darts his tongue out to wet his lips, only for Steve’s gaze to immediately track the movement. 

“Daddy, oh my god why are you being so weird!”

Steve tears his eyes from Eddie’s mouth, briefly turning to face Max again.

“I’m not being weird. You just haven’t introduced me to your teacher yet.”

“Oh, right I’m so sorry,” Chrissy steps forward, not sounding sorry at all. “This is–”

“Mr. Munson, right?” Steve says. “And I’m–”

“Daddy,” Eddie finishes.

It’s quiet. Too quiet, and Eddie realizes everyone is staring at him. Steve’s eyes are wide, mouth open in shock. He’s flushing red down his neck and up to the tips of his ears, but his eyes never leave Eddie’s. 

“Did you just call our Dad, Daddy?” Max asks, pointing and laughing.

And oh.

Oh god no.

He called him Daddy to his face in front of his children, and the universe, and everyone. A beautiful, gorgeous, perfect specimen of a man he’s never met before, and he called him Daddy like Eddie was cursed in a past life to make a total ass of himself. He’s on the verge of melting into the ground when Dustin’s shrill voice cuts through the fog to come to his aid.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Munson. Last week I accidentally called Mrs. Click, Mom, but it was an accident,” the boy reasons. “It happens to everyone, it’s okay.”

Except it’s very much not okay, and Eddie thinks nothing will be okay ever again. 

He chances a look and sees Steve’s finally closed his mouth, though he’s chewing on his bottom lip and still blushed up to his ears. Eddie can only imagine how red his own face is.

“Well,” Chrissy clears her throat– loudly. “Eddie, this is Steve. And Steve, this is Mr. Munson, but you can call him Eddie.” She looks a little too pleased with herself, but Eddie doesn’t know whether to thank her or remember this for next time Robin comes around.

“Hi,” Steve says, dazed, absently reaching out for a handshake because of course Steve’s the kind of man to shake a guy’s hand who’s just accidentally called him Daddy. The nerve of some people.

“Umm, hi,” Eddie responds while he grabs Steve’s hand. It’s not a firm handshake between two people meeting for the first time. It’s gentle, Steve practically cradling Eddie’s hand in his and he was right. Steve’s hand is bigger, softer than his own, but Eddie’s fingers are thicker.

Over far too soon– but maybe too long if Chrissy’s scrunched expression is anything to go by– Steve lets go. Eddie’s forced to stand and watch Steve flex his fingers, stretching until they’re white, before balling them into a fist and shoving his hand into his back pocket. His other hand rakes through his auburn hair, and– for absolutely no reason whatsoever– Eddie considers including a Jane Austin unit next semester for his eighth graders.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from the kids. And Robin. Oh and Jonathan and Joyce,” Steve rambles. If Eddie didn’t know better, he’d say the man sounds flustered. It helps him relax a bit.

“All good things?” Eddie teases, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers before pulling it in front of his face.

“Yeah, they just failed to mention,” Steve gestures vaguely to all of Eddie, much the same way as Hopper had but also very, very different. He looks down at himself to make sure he didn’t wear anything especially heinous today, but all he finds are his typical combat boots, black jeans, and his gray t-shirt underneath his leather jacket.

He steps a little closer to Eddie, putting them within middle school slow-dancing distance from each other. Eddie can’t look away from his eyes, warm and golden, just like everything else about him.

“Kids,” Chrissy cuts in, “why don’t we go get your stuff together while your Daddy talks with Mr. Munson a bit?” Eddie could kiss her for being such a saint, and the three of them wander off while Eddie remains a captive to the intensity crawling around in Steve’s stare.

“So,” Steve sighs, voice low and smooth. Chills spread down Eddie’s spine, and he knows he’s done for. “Daddy, huh?”

Heat scorches Eddie’s face as white hot embarrassment spreads to his core. Steve smiles like he’s successfully cornered his prey, and Eddie can’t figure out what to do with his hands. He stands frozen as Steve takes another step forward, now toe to toe.

“Yeah,” Eddie drags the word out, not quite sure of what he’s agreeing to. He’s only sure of Steve’s breath mixing with his and Steve’s eyes roaming his face and Steve’s everything.

He clears his throat, smoothes his clammy hands over his jeans, and tries again.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that.” He chuckles, hoping to play it off as casual. “It really was just an accident like Dustin was saying, you know? An awkward slip of the tongue. See, the thing is that Max was calling you Daddy, right? Which is totally weird because she always calls you Dad. So I was just kind of surprised and confused and I couldn’t stop thinking about you– I mean Daddy! The word Daddy, not you as a Daddy.” Eddie groans scrubbing his hands over his face, hiding behind his fingers. “Fuck, god, I’m so sorry, this is so unprof–”

“I don’t think you’re sorry,” Steve interrupts. “In fact, I think you liked it. And if I had to guess, I think you want to do it again.”

This isn’t happening. This is not real life. 

Things like this don’t just happen to people like him, to the Eddie Munson’s of the world, and certainly not with men like the golden god leaning into his space. Except here he finds himself, trapped in a real-life porn intro with a man he’s never met yet has been crushing on for over a month. The tightness of Eddie’s black skinny jeans is becoming an increasing problem and he reminds himself this is a school and there are children here. 

Before he can recover enough to save himself, Steve’s cooing at him, pulling at the edge of his leather sleeves and asking “would you like to do it again?”

Eddie nods, dumbstruck and inappropriately turned on.

“Good,” Steve praises, saccharine, “all you have to do is ask for my number and I’ll give it to you.”

Eddie looks around the playground and sees Chrissy with the kids well on the opposite side. They’re playing on the swingset, thoroughly distracted. 

“I know they’re there. It’s okay, they can’t hear us,” Steve says and grabs Eddie’s hand. He tangles their fingers together, goosebumps shiver up Eddie’s arm. “Now, ask me.”

“Umm, can I have your number?” he mumbles.

Steve shakes his head and gives Eddie's hand a firm squeeze. “No Eddie, you need to ask nicely. Go on now, I won’t say it again.”

Eddie swallows against the dryness in his mouth and Steve’s darkened eyes flit down to catch his neck flex around his empty throat.

“Please, Daddy, may I have your number?” Delicious shame coils through his chest while heat curls lower in his core. He’s not used to such brazen affection, nor so immediately trusting to reciprocate. And fuck, normally Eddie’s the Daddy. But from everything he’s heard– all of the kind and caring people who talk about how amazing Steve is– he thinks this might be okay. Hopes and wants and craves it all to be okay.

Steve’s answering smile is surprisingly gentle. He rubs his thumb against the back of Eddie’s knuckles before taking a step back, not far enough to leave him self-conscious, but Eddie feels like he can breathe for the first time since Steve stepped out of the car. 

“Of course you can have my number, Baby, thank you for asking so nicely.”

Eddie unlocks his phone and hands it over just as Chris makes her way back with the kids. They all say their goodbyes, and much to Eddie’s delight, Steve texts him before the SUV even pulls away from the curb. To top it off, Steve waves as they drive by, a dorky spirit-finger wave that sends Eddie into a fit of giggles, like he’s a school boy with his first crush.

Chris elbows him in the side, a smirk on her face and her eyebrow arched. 

Eddie sighs in faux-defeat. “He’s alright, I guess,” he answers her unasked question with a giant, smitten, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. 

He loves the twins, has met basically Steve’s entire family, and is almost positive Chris and Robin have hit it off. Eddie’s hopes are already too high up to pull back down to earth, excited to see where this journey will take him. He’s loath to admit it after weeks of petulant moping and pining, but Steve Harrington does, in fact, live up to the hype.

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Tiger Club was so much fun to write! It was the very first story I wrote when I decided to get back into writing. This fic sat in my drafts for months before I decided it might be worth going back to. And now look at it!!

[inkdrinkerworld]

tasm!peter parker with a reader that hates christmas and always gets kinda down about the season but then peter takes them to spend christmas with him and may?? anyway love your blog!! happy christmas!

Thank you angel! Happy Christmas to you too :)

Peter is on a mission to make this a great Christmas season for you and despite your usual Grinch behaviour, it’s working.

You’re both in May’s kitchenette, rolling pin in your hand and cookie cutter in Peter’s while Aunty May deals with the meat.

You’re smiling and humming along to the music not because you particularly like it, but because you feel light around the entire idea of celebrating Christmas with these two people.

Peter watches amazed as he stamps snowmen and snowflakes into the dough- he knew all you needed to do was something fun and what’s more fun than having a flour fight and then making Christmas cookies?

“I can feel you staring at me, Parker.”

He flushes, cheeks hot as he refocuses on cutting out cookies. “I just like that you’re not frowning anymore, Grinchy.”

You roll your eyes but before you can retaliate, May snaps a kitchen towel on his shoulder.

“That’s not nice Peter. Plus, the Grinch ended up loving Christmas in the end.”

You nod, “Yeah, who knows I might actually have gotten you gifts.” He chuckles. “Or maybe I’ll steal Christmas in the night- guess you’ll have to wait to find out.”

[dreaming-medium]

Christmas Wrapping

Pairing: Changbin x reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Summary: Your boyfriend is horrible at wrapping presents. How lucky that he has you to help him.

A/N: This isn’t proofread yet, but I couldn’t help but think of soft Christmas Binnie while I was wrapping presents today <3 Enjoy!

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“Oh lord.” It comes out of your mouth before you can stop it. Then, your statement is quickly followed by a snort and a laugh.

When you opened the door to you and your boyfriend’s shared apartment, the last thing you expected to see was him standing at your kitchen island wrapping presents.

Poppy Christmas music is playing loudly on the Alexa on the kitchen counter. He’s singing to himself, moving his hips back and forth to the beat.

The softest looking cashmere sweater stretches over his broad shoulders, dress pants barely containing his muscular legs.

He may be wrapping presents, but he’s the one that looks like a gift that’s only missing a bow.

The cherry on top was the Santa hat plopped on top of his curly hair.

‘Wrapping presents’ is a loose term though. The two parcels he’s done already are stacked on the counter with the worst wrap job you’ve ever seen in your life.

The edges were bumpy and lumpy, the paper jutting out in every direction. There was so much scotch tape on the paper you’re wondering if you should’ve picked some up on your way home.

Kicking off your shoes and hanging your coat up, you notice that Changbin hasn’t noticed you come home yet, he’s too wrapped up in his Christmas bubble— no pun intended.

When you pad up behind your cozy boyfriend, you slide your arms around his waist and hug him from behind.

Changbin jumps, startled, and makes a tiny noise of surprise.

“Hi, Binnie,” you coo, squeezing him tighter.

“Hello, my Christmas Angel.” His hands rest on top of yours.

His body heat already warming you up from the outdoor chill.

You peer around his shoulder down at the present in front of you. He’s about halfway through the Holiday Abomination he calls wrapping.

“What are you up to?”

He hums and reaches down to twist the half-wrapped gift around. “I knew we were going to be pressed for time before the party tonight, thought I would help with wrapping gifts so you didn’t need to rush.”

Your heart swells three sizes like the grinch, a genuine smile gracing your cheeks.

“Aren’t you sweeter than a Christmas cookie?” You move around to stand next to him and press a long, sweet kiss to his cheek.

When you pull away from his cheek, he’s quicker. Changbin sweetly grabs your face and presses his lips to yours for a long, delicate kiss.

Pulling away, he rubs your cheek with his thumb. “You’re home early, sugar plum.”

You giggle. He’s made it his mission since December first to call you every cheesy Christmas pet name he could think of.

“My boss let us loose for the holiday.” Once more, you wrap your arms around him, he turns to face you completely.

“How nice.” Another peck to your lips.

“More time to spend with my amazing boyfriend,” you say against his lips.

Changbin kisses you again. “Is he coming?” You pinch his side. He yelps and jumps in your arms.

Again and again he kisses your lips sweetly.

You don’t even bother opening your eyes in between them, you know he’s going to continue over and over again.

Eventually, the kisses move to your cheeks, to your nose, your forehead, anywhere he can reach.

Both of you are smiling like idiots, unable to stop your childish giggles.

“Okay, okay,” you laugh and push his chest to get him away from you.

Changbin whines. “One more, one more!”

“Okay, okay!”

He leans in and kisses your lips; it’s so soft and gentle. Every delightful emotion that comes with the holiday season is packed into it.

How did you ever spend a Christmas without him? All of those Christmas songs make sense now that you’re with him.

When you lean back to separate from the kiss, he leans forward more, grabbing your waist with both hands to keep you close to him.

The two of you are both so whipped for one another— it’s so sweet it could rot your teeth.

You laugh into the kiss, Changbin can’t help but smile against your lips. Your happiness is so contagious.

Turning your head, you wrap your arms around his neck and look down at the kitchen island.

He continues his assault on your face in spite of his ‘one more’ statement.

You can’t even be mad or upset at the terrible wrap job of the gift, he’s helping in whatever way he could think of.

But, my god, it’s so bad.

More and more laughter bubbles from your chest the longer you look down at it. How did he even do this horrible?

“Binnie, my dear?” you ask.

“Yes, my Christmas cookie?” he responds in between smooches.

“Have you ever wrapped presents before?”

Slowly, his kisses slow down, one by one until he stops and turns to look down at the present in front of you both.

His arms wrap around your waist even tighter, his cheek presses against yours.

God, the two of you are sickening to anyone but yourselves.

“Is it obvious?”

Yes. “No.”

You turn and kiss his cheek. “I think it’s great for your first time.” Kiss. “I’ll help you with the rest.” Kiss. “And I’ll show you an even easier way to wrap them.” Kiss.

He laughs against your face.

“Okay, okay, come on then, teach me how to wrap them, Betty Lou Who.”

Reaching up, you pinch his cheek playfully. “Don’t be a grinch.”

Chuckling, he pushes your hand away from his face, feigning pain.

You both turn and look at the present. “Here,” you say, turning it around a bit. “We’ll finish this guy and then do the rest.”

Changbin presses one last kiss on the crown of your hair and turns his attention to the poorly wrapped gift once more.

“Can you man the tape dispenser?” You grab the tape and hand it to him.

He nods, already ripping one piece off.

Assessing the damage, you go to work. It’s a box set of party games that you bought for Felix. He’s been hosting more get togethers at his apartment, and each time, he complains about not having any games to play.

You fold the paper around and make some cuts at the excess.

When you hold your hand out, Changbin sticks a tiny piece of tape to your finger. Smiling, you tape down the paper and spin the box to work on the sides.

You repeat this process over and over with the gift until it’s covered with green and gold paper.

Humming, you look around. “Do you wanna put a bow on it?”

Changbin giggles, “Yes.” He reaches for the bag and finds the bow with the most glitter on it and sticks it right in the middle of the box.

“Okay, now write his name on a label and stick it to the box.”

He follows your instructions and you grab the next present.

A new picnic basket set for Hyunjin. Changbin insisted this was the perfect gift for him.

Thank god it came in a box.

You roll out the sparkly paper and start measuring and cutting. Changbin watches closely over your shoulder.

Fold after fold, you wrap up the gift, your boyfriend continuing to hand you pieces of tape.

He hums and sings along with the songs playing over the speaker.

Before you could even ask, he slaps on a big bow and a premade label.

“Beautiful!” he cheers, picking up the gift to move it to the side.

He puts it with the other completed gifts. The stark difference between your handiwork and his makes you snort.

Three more gifts to wrap.

You grab the nice diffuser you bought for Chan. It came with several scents which you read were great for falling asleep; which he desperately needed.

Hovering over your shoulder, Changbin continues to watch your movements closely.

In between tape pieces, he kisses your neck and shoulders softly. Each press sends goosebumps down your arms.

Within a few minutes, the diffuser is wrapped, a bow placed on top with a label written out.

Changbin grabs the gift and moves it to the side.

You’re preparing to wrap the new knife set for Minho when you feel something placed on top of your head. A soft, white puff ball bounces in front of your eyes.

“Much better for my little snow Angel.” Changbin wraps his arms around you from behind, his nose tucking into your neck.

The Santa hat that now adorns your head matches his.

You lean into his warmth, it wraps around you like a blanket. To the slow rhythm of the music, Changbin sways the two of you back and forth.

You’re still able to reach the gift in his grasp.

Humming to the music, you continue to wrap Minho’s gift. Changbin picks up the tape and hands you pieces.

With the way he’s holding you, it’s like you have a second set of arms.

Which would be remarkably helpful this time of year.

The gift is wrapped before the song is over.

“You want to put a bow on this one?” you ask, turning your head to kiss his cheek.

Changbin looks over to where the bows and labels are on the counter. Dramatically, he reaches his hand out to them. “So far away,” he whines.

Quickly, his arm comes back to wrap around your middle. “Too far away, sorry.”

You kiss his cheek two more times, a dopey smile pulling at his lips. “Drama Queen.”

Pushing the gift to the side, you grab the last one. A laptop stand for Jisung. According yo Changbin, he’s been slouching to look at his in the studio.

“Can I wrap this one?” Binnie asks on your shoulder.

“Of course, baby.”

He releases your waist and comes around to your side. When you don’t move, Changbin looks down at you expectantly.

“What?” you ask with a laugh.

“Assume position, Mrs. Claus.” He motions behind him.

You laugh and grab the tape from him. “Oh, sorry, Mr. Claus.”

As soon as you’re behind him, Changbin reaches behind him to grab your wrists and wraps them around his body.

You’re barely able to peer over his shoulder or around his bicep to see how he’s doing.

Changbin hesitates for only a few seconds before rolling out the wrapping paper.

He smells so nice. You nuzzle your nose into his sweater. A clean, musky scent wraps around your nose. He smells like the holidays.

Your arms tighten around him.

“You’re bad at playing Tape Girl.” He pats your hand.

“My bad, there’s a hulking man blocking my vision.” You rip a piece of tape and hold it for him to take.

Changbin takes the piece from your fingers. “A muscular hunk, you mean.”

“A muscular, sexy, bulging, handsome man.”

“Oh, I like that better.”

You feel him flex his abs under your hands. Giggling, you squeeze him tighter.

There’s some movement, you rip another piece of tape. He takes it.

You take over his previous job of swaying to the music and humming behind him. The softness of his sweater feels so nice against your cheek.

His shoulder muscles move with each fold and turn off the present.

When you rip each piece of tape, he takes it gingerly.

It takes a lot longer than if you did it, but Changbin proclaims the present as finished after a few minutes.

Peering around his body, you warily take a look.

And much to your surprise, the present is neatly wrapped! It’s not perfect by any means, but it’s definitely better than his first two attempts.

“Wow, Binnie!” you say with a smile. “You learn quickly!”

He turns around, you move your arms up around his neck.

Changbin nuzzles his nose with yours in an Eskimo kiss. The two of you giggle like school kids.

His arm raises above your head. Pulling away, you look up to see him holding a small bundle of green ribbon.

“Mistletoe,” he says cheekily.

“That’s not mistletoe,” you tease.

Changbin kisses your cheek slowly, he moves all around your skin, skillfully avoiding your lips.

“Oh, it’s not?” Kiss. “I guess I can’t kiss you anymore then.”

He begins to pull away from you but you just as quickly yank his face back to yours.

“Come here, you big softie.”

He laughs and drops the ribbon on the ground, scooping you up with both arms to kiss your lips.

Each time your lips meet, it feels like the first time. Your heart lights up like a Yule log— his love is warmer than any fireplace, any mug of cocoa you could ever wrap your hands around.

His lips slide over yours slowly, making sure you feel every ounce of his love. Even your heartbeats begin to sync up.

“I love you,” you whisper in between kisses.

“I love you too, my sugar cookie.”

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A/N: sorry about the delay. Todays been hectic. This is day one of promptober

Prompt: meet cute

Warnings: none

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“Jesus- fuck!! Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Matty hissed, reflexively pulling his hand away, and dropping the remainder of the half empty coffee cup that had not spilled all over him in a splat against the pavement. He leaned against the car, his coffee-soaked gym clothes adhering to his skin.

“Good morning- umm, you need some help?”

He heard a bright voice from behind him and instantly make an effort to put on a smile before turning around. He’d assumed the young lady with the hefty-looking tote bag hanging off her shoulder was a fan. Probably coming over to ask for a quick selfie or an autograph before she’d caught him cursing under his breath. He never wanted his mood or mental state to ever taint a fans experience of him or rub off on anyone else. So, with open arms and deep breaths, he approached her, ready to put aside his troubles and be present in the moment.

“No, I’m just English, and…it’s October. Los Angeles weather makes no sense to me, and-“ when she looked puzzled, stepping away as he got closer, Matty realized she had no idea who he was. “Oh, god. Sorry. I’m a fuckin idiot, aren’t I?”

“I…don’t know you well enough to answer that.” She laughed. “But it does seem like you’re having a morning.”

“It’s just that I’ve rented this car. And it won’t turn on. And I went to pull out my phone, you know, to call the agency but- the coffee shop over there was out of lids, and-“ he gestured vaguely in the air.

She nodded along sympathetically. “Sounds awful; I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.”

“Well, I’ve got…hmm” she glance down at her phone, “fifty minutes. Okay that’s not bad. Let me help you out.”

“You don’t have to. It’s fine I’ll call someone and-“

“I’ve got somewhere you can get cleaned up and I know a guy who’s good with cars. C’mon.” She began walking up the street, taking for granted that Matty would follow her. So, he did.

***

“Let me- umm- help” Matty attempted to hold her tote bag for her as she wrangled her key into the door, but he was too late. She’d pried it open and walked inside.

“Welcome to my humble business.” She announced, feeling around the wall for the light switch. “We don’t behind open for another 45 minutes so please shut the door behind you.”

Matty made sure the “closed” sign was facing outwards before pushing the door shut.

“Alright, let’s see the damage that we’re working with here.” Her eyebrows raised, her head nodding towards his t shirt.

He pulled it over his head, slowly revealing his toned, tattooed torso. She couldn’t help but let her eyes linger for a moment, blushing involuntarily. He was beautiful.

“Thank you for this.” He muttered awkwardly.

“You bet.”

***

She’d finally emerged from the kitchen area of her bakery, smiling as she watched Matty pace around the room nervously. “You can sit down, you know.” She pointed towards one of the serving tables that still hand the chairs hanging upside-down from. “So, I have your t shirt soaking for a bit. I’ll dry it near the oven when it’s ready. But here you go. This is the car guy.”

“Thank you, really. You didn’t have to do all this.” Matty lowered a chair off the table, sinking into it and dialing the number she’d given him.

“Can I get you anything while you wait?”

Matty smiled, genuinely, for the first time this morning. “I could use some coffee actually. You know, one that isn’t being absorbed through the skin of my chest.”

She giggled. “How do you take your coffee? We’ve got fall flavors if you’d like a pumpkin spice.”

Matty rolled his eyes.

“Oh are you one of those men? You think pumpkin spice is girlie or gay or something? Lemme guess….you take your coffee black? Alright, grinch. One black coffee coming right up.”

By the time that she’d brought out his beverage, Matty had finished making his phone call.

“Here you go, sir.”

“Thank you- the grinch is for Christmas by the way. This is autumn.”

She giggled. “Whatever you say, grinch.”

“I never said I hate pumpkin spice.” Matty was on the defensive now. “I love it! It’s just- LA feels like summer. This…is not pumpkin spice weather. Feels wrong.”

“Okay so, you’re English. You hate LA. You…do jiujitsu- your stained shirt? It had the name of a martial arts academy printed on it - what else? You’re not actor are you?”

Matty sipped on his coffee. “Not an actor, no.”

“Thought so. You don’t look like one.”

Matty’s brows furrowed, he set down his coffee mug, resting his elbows on the table as he leaned in. “What’s that supposed to mean? Should I be offended?”

She chuckled, throwing her head back. “No. Trust me. You don’t wanna look like an actor in LA. They’re all over the place.”

“And you? Pumpkin spice is your full time job?” Matty winced at his own words. “Sorry that came out wrong. I’m a nice person, i promise. It’s the heat!”

She shook her head, smiling. “I’m really passionate about pumpkin spice.” She glanced down at her phone, then at the block-long line forming outside.

“Fuck! Oh shoot, shoot, shoot!!!” She jumped to her feet, rushing into the kitchen. “Unlock that door and let people in, would you?”

***

A shirtless Matty had found himself the host of LA’s finest caffeine- deprived bakery customers, eventually settling into his role by finding an apron to cover his nipples with, and working the cash register.

“Thank you for coming, enjoy that muffin, Pamela.” He smiled as the ancient lady with the cane eyed him from head to toes, winking at his biceps. “Watch your step now. Don’t want you falling. You’ve had enough knee surgeries for your age.”

He walked away from the counter once the first morning rush had died down, going into the kitchen. “I don’t think the scones are selling too well. Should I- I think we could start giving some away. With a purchase of large sized beverages.”

She stared at him, her mouth agape. It was difficult to focus on being dumbfounded by him when all she could think about is how beautiful his hair was, and how tightly that apron wrapped around him.

“I’m Matty, by the way.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t think we’ve been properly introduced- like, officially.”

***

“Here you go. T shirt is now coffee free. And wearable again.”

“Sick!”

To her great disappointment, he undid the apron, pulling it off his body and replacing it with his original t shirt.

“Thanks for helping out. I feel bad though. Cuz, like, you could’ve been out there. Dealing with your car situation.”

“Oh, my car was fixed hours ago.”

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JOSIE JOHNSON is thoroughly unimpressed by her Elf.

“Snow angels? In sprinkles? Groundbreaking.”

Dissatisfaction narrows her gray-blue eyes as she stands in front of the kitchen island.

Bernard, the Johnson family’s special scout from the North Pole, is lying limp against the marble countertop in a pool of red and green. The sugary spillage is low-effort at best, especially compared to his iPad drive-in movie yesterday and the miniature golf course the day before that.

Dumping a container of cheap sprinkles—and not even the expensive variety with confetti shapes and edible glitter—wasn’t going to cut it.

Someone was going to have to do better.

“Uh-oh! Looks like Bernard had a wild night,” Erik Johnson, her father, announces as he pads in from the dining room.

If he thinks he’s being subtle, he’s doing a terrible job. His daughter can see straight through him; his voice goes all sorts of wonky when he has a secret.

And his dye-stained fingertips aren’t doing him any favors, either.

“Wild for who? A first grader?”

Josie was in second grade now. She is far too smart to fall for his poor acting and, evidently, much too cool to bother with humoring him.

Erik cocks his head to the side. His kid could be snarky, but she typically postponed doling out remarks until the afternoon. Or until he’s had his second helping of caffeine.

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, he thinks to himself.

Aloud, though, he opts for a simple joke. “Well, I think it was wild. Do I look like a first grader to you?”

He sets his coffee mug beside the espresso machine and puffs out his chest like a peacock. Erik’s already 6’4 without trying, so when he raises both hands and lefts onto his tip-toes for emphasis, his head nearly brushes the ceiling. He’s grinning, wide and bright.

He expects his daughter to giggle at his antics like she did when she was younger or, at the very least, crack a reluctant smile out of second-hand embarrassment.

She does neither.

Rather than pearly teeth, Erik’s met with the whites of her eyes. If Josie had rolled them any harder, they'd have gotten stuck facing the wrong way. That’s what her older brother, Reese, told her whenever she did it.

The irony of the repeated red-lettered phrase "Be Nice!" on the white background of her Grinch-themed pajamas isn’t lost on him.

“Josephine Johnson, I thought I made myself clear the last time we talked about this; you do not roll your eyes at me. Or anyone, for that matter. It’s very rude,” he reprimands sternly. “What’s gotten into you?”

Josie crosses her arms, unphased, and fixes him with an unwavering glare. She could do this all day if need be.

“What’d she do this time?” Reese asks through a yawn as he strolls into the kitchen.

You, the family’s live-in nanny, are not far behind. You’re rubbing the sleep from the corners of your tired eyes when Josie darts to your side.

She looks up at you expectantly, eyes wide and pleading. Silently, they beg for you to agree to whatever she’s planning to say next.

“Can you be in charge of it again? Please, please, please?” she asks, so sweetly she might give herself a cavity.

Josie tugs on your arm to drive home her adolescent anguish when you aren’t instantly compliant.

Panic fizzles in your chest. There was no way she knew, right?

She couldn’t. No way. You were still a few years off from the dicey reveal. No one in her grade had spilled the beans yet, and the adults in her life were content to keep up the ruse.

Surely, she meant as the Elf’s supervisor or an assistant.

Wrong.

“Bernard looks so much cooler whenever Dad lets you set up his pranks instead of doing it himself. See? Look how lazy he was this time,” Josie explains while tugging you over to the scene of the crime. “All he did was spill my sprinkles all over the counter and set my Elf on top of the mess. Like, could it get any lamer than that? He’s probably all sticky now, and he’ll have to stay that way because he’d drown in the washing machine!” 

“No, I didn’t,” Erik says a little too quickly, tone noticeably defensive. “Bernard—who is perfectly fine and not sticky at all, for the record—must’ve been way too tired when he got back from visiting Santa last night to do anything else. He didn’t even bother making it hard for you to find him this morning. I’d do something “lame” too if I spent the entire night flying home from far, far away.”

Bernard wasn't the only member of their household who spent the night up in the inky sky; Erik had been in an entirely different country only four hours ago. And, instead of going straight to bed like his body urged him, he spent an hour arranging the stupid little Elf into what he thought was a fun scenario for his daughter to find the following morning.

Now, he wishes he had just left Bernard on the mantle.

He blames you. They wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t introduced her to the concept. Fuck your quirky childhood tradition. All it'd caused were problems.

“I’m not a baby anymore. I know Bernard isn’t actually one of Santa’s elves!” Josie shouts, growing angry.

Reese mumbles something to the effect of “Could’ve fooled me…” under his breath, and Josie’s face pinches with frustration.

Like the miniature teenager she’s rapidly morphing into, the youngest Johnson massages the fold between her eyebrows. Then, her outburst matures into an accusation. “I know you’ve been hiding him this whole time.”

Erik balks at the allegation.

Irritated, she continues, “I’ve been sneaking down to watch you do it since I was, like, five years old. It's not my fault you aren't very observant. Or that your footsteps sound like an elephant’s. But I don’t care about that. I don't care that I know, but I do care how much effort you put into it.”

Josie clutches your hand in hers and smiles. She could get away with murder with the deep dimples indented on either side of her mouth —and she knows it, too.

She also knows flattery can get her wherever she wants. “Which is why I want you to take over again. You did such a good job while he was away. The goldfish in the paper pond was super cute, and you even made sure he was watching my favorite movie at the drive-in!" 

“Fine, you know what? You’re right,” Erik confesses, conceding to his eight-year-old with a toss of his hands. “And if it really matters that much, I’ll never touch the Elf again. Okay? I give up full control and responsibility.”

Josie positively beams. She always got her way eventually.

“So, how did you even figure it out, anyway?” Reese asks.

The question is garbled; he couldn’t wait until his mouth wasn’t full of Lucky Charms to make his inquiry.

“How could I not?” Josie retorts. Her facial expression is equal parts annoyance and ridicule. Reese’s eyes loop. His little sister clarifies with a huff, “Obviously, he isn’t a real elf, Reese. Santa needs all the help he can get to make sure everyone on the Nice List gets exactly what they asked for every year. Why would he send an actual elf, who should be building a bike or sewing a teddy bear, to spy on me for weeks?”

Fair point, you think to yourself.

“Wait a minute... If you knew he wasn’t real the entire time, why did you let us keep hiding him?” Erik asks, a quizzical dent in his forehead. 

Josie perks up, apparently thrilled to clue them in on the motivation behind her feigned ignorance. “Mrs. Thornton says even adults need a creative outlet because it makes them happier. Especially when they’re grouchy. Clearly, you’re the exception, Daddy.”

Reese honks, sending milk across the room from his nostrils.

Your sudden amusement is muffled by your free hand.

If it were humanly possible, there would be steam billowing from Erik’s crimson ears.

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Fairytale of Hawkins: Part Two

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A cheesy hallmark Christmas fic inspired by @bettyfrommars's tow truck!Eddie and prompts #1 & #6 from Betty and @allthingsjoeq's Holiday Prompt Party

Summary: A petting zoo, Secret Santa and mistletoe never being around when you need it.

Warnings: reader doesn't have family, reader and Eddie are in their late 20s/early 30s, swearing

Word count: 5.3k

Author's note: Okay, it's 11:54pm on Christmas Eve where I am and this is far from perfect, but I wanted the people who enjoyed the first part to have this for Christmas so here it is. I hope you're all safe and you get moments of peace and joy these holidays.

Part One

You were handsome You were pretty, Queen of New York City When the band finished playing They howled out for more – Fairytale of New York, The Pogues/Kirsty MacColl

3 Days 'Til Christmas

“So uh, what’s goin’ on with you and Robin’s friend?”

Hawkins town centre is frosted with a light dusting of snow that fell in the early morning hours. Picture perfect, like a Hallmark Christmas card. The hum of festive cheer in the crowds doing last-minute gift shopping and partaking in the charming small-town seasonal activities is mostly drowned out by an argument between Dustin and Lucas, Max and the younger Sinclair sibling rolling their eyes in annoyance. They sit, impatiently waiting for the rest of the party to show up, on the edge of the fountain frozen over with the cold snap that swept through town at the beginning of the week.

Steve’s perched on the back of a bench a few feet away, ignoring the squabble as Eddie toes the ground in front of him.

“First of all, I know you know her name. And B, nothing is going on, she’s a great girl and a really good friend to Robin.” Steve shrugs, “We both told you you’d like her.”

Eddie squints, his leather jacket opening to reveal a dark red sweater as his pocketed hand gestures in question, “Why me specifically?”

Steve shrugs again, “Rob and I both thought you’d hit it off. It just feels…right. Don’t you think?”

“I mean yeah, yeah she’s beautiful. Cute as hell when she gets flustered. But she’s a city girl–used to more than this, right?” He looks around at the small-town square, filled with little kids dressed in matching sweaters and flustered mothers pushing prams with clenched smiles. “She’ll be gone well before the ice on the road thaws.”

“So? What’s wrong with having a little holiday fling?”

Eddie sucks his teeth, “I don’t think I can.”

Steve lets out a low whistle, “You’re that head-over-heels already?”

“No.” Eddie shakes his head, cheeks flushing pink from more than just the bite to the wind, then sighs. “Think if I have a fling I might just get there though. This is Robin’s fault she shouldn’t’ve talked her up so much!” Steve chuckles at his friend’s distress. “Doesn’t help that she looks like a damn angel when the snow’s kissing her eyelashes.”

Steve rubs his face, “Jesus Christ.”

***

You and Robin had vowed to hold off drinking for the rest of the holidays after your night at The Hideout, which was followed by a day spent on the couch, groaning about loud noises as Gremlins beamed across the TV in the darkened living room. When you’d finally managed to peel yourselves away from the nest you’d made out of blankets, large diet sodas and greasy fries from the drive-thru, you decided to cross off making Christmas cookies from Robin’s list of “holiday activities that could make the grinch’s heart grow.” She assured you weren’t the Grinch in this situation but it certainly felt, pointed.

The misshapen sugary treats weigh down your tote bag as you walk arm-in-arm with Robin towards the designated meeting spot.

“I keep making a fool of myself in front of Eddie.”

Robin smirks, “You’re doing fine.”

“I can just be so,” you hold out your hand in a vague gesture and grimace, “sometimes, you know?”

Robin laughs, “Oh, I know.”

“Thanks.”

She squeezes your arm that’s wrapped around hers and shakes her head, “Everybody loves you I promise. And if they don’t yet, they will.” You both round a corner, the fountain and a group of animated college kids coming into view. Steve waves from across the street, Eddie turning his head in your direction then away again quickly when you make eye contact.

“Right.”

***

“C’mon now everyone keep up.” Steve claps his gloved hands together, his cheeks pink and his brows furrowed in faux admonishment as he leads the group towards the petting zoo set up for the weekend in the parking lot of Bradley’s Big Buy supermarket. You can tell by the glisten in his eyes how much it means to him to have all of his found family in one place.

You laugh softly when he claps Dustin on the back and the younger boy tries to shrug off his embrace.

“He’s in his element this time of year.” Eddie falls into stride next to you, the both of you now bringing up the rear of the boisterous group.

You nod, a small smile permanently etched on your face from the company. “I can tell.” You walk the rest of the way in silence, watching the antics of the strange mix of personalities in front of you with a distant bemusement as you tried and failed to come up with something to say. Had you called him sexy at one point the other night or did you dream that?

The stench of hay and something less savoury wafts over you as you all enter the car park under a bright red banner with ‘Petting Zoo’ written in white cursive on it. You’re about to ask Eddie if they did this every year when a middle-aged woman stops you with a brochure held out in front of you.

“Have you found Jesus?” She’s standing by the entrance in a matching woollen navy-blue coat and skirt, heels on her stocking-clad feet and hair quaffed perfectly in a bob accentuated by the pearls on her ears and neck.

You don’t even think about your response before it slips out, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise he was missing.” You can see Eddie smirk out of the corner of your eye. It was just meant to be a light-hearted joke, but the woman clearly didn’t see the humour.

She purses her lips in a thin line and snatches the brochure back out of your reach. “I should’ve known you were one of his type.” You keep walking along, her voice changed back into a sweeter version as she asks the next person the same question behind you.

You turn to Eddie, his eyes downcast and shoulders higher than they were a second ago. “What type are you?”

He rubs the back of his neck underneath the black knitted scarf that matches his beanie. “Uh, devil worshipper according to this town.”

“Oh, I’m actually lapsed. Found all that sacrificing was getting in the way of my day job you know?”

The smile that catches at the corners of his mouth makes your tummy flip.

“I know whattya mean.” He nods, all dramatics with his feigned seriousness, “So much laundry with all those blood-stained clothes.”

“Right? Such a hassle.” You both laugh as you look at each other. “Do they actually think that?”

Eddie shrugs, “It was worse when I was in high school, but I still get the odd bit of holy water thrown in my direction.”

“Why?” You shake your head and frown, serious this time. “Just because you listen to Motorhead?”

“That and I was the leader of the Dungeons and Dragons club in high school. It’s a game for nerds really, but it kinda got swept up into the satanic panic that was going around at the time.”

“That’s so…dumb.”

He huffs a laugh through his nose, watching your feet walk in sync together. “Yeah, I guess it is.” His head snaps back up, “Wait, how do you know Motorhead?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You bump his shoulder and scoff, “Did you just judge a book by her cover Eddie the devil worshipper?” He opens his mouth to speak but his reply is cut off by an animalistic snort that has your head turning in curiosity. You gasp as you spot the furry brown creatures leaning into patting hands over a wooden fence, “They actually do have reindeer here!”

Eddie grins as your face lights up. “Did you think they were lying?”

You shake your head, “I thought they’d just be regular deer. I’ve never seen–“ You grab Eddie’s leather-clad arm in your excitement and he looks down at your touch before you bound off towards Robin who’s laughing at your reaction.

El and Max have to coax you into actually patting one when you get closer, the antlers much more intimidating in person. They giggle as you squeal and pull back your hand when a cloud of condensation escapes from the deer’s nostrils as it huffs loudly.

You turn to laugh with them, distracted as the reindeer leans in closer, your body tensing when you feel its hot breath on the back of your neck before it snatches your scarf from around your shoulders. The girls yell as you whip around to see it trot off, barely processing what just happened when you feel a warm hand on your back, Eddie’s frame coming into view as he slips past you and jumps the fence. He’s able to grab the scarf out of the creature’s mouth and sneak back onto your side of the fence before anyone who works there even notices.

You’re speechless as he hands your scarf back to you, El and Max cheering along with Robin and Nancy who’d noticed the commotion.

The younger girls are giggling again when Max interrupts the silent look you and Eddie share while the scarf is held in between the both of you. “You’re a real knight in shining armour this week Munson.” He looks up at Max as she and El walk away, looking for their boyfriends to ask if they’d brave a reindeer pen for them.

“Thank you, Eddie.” You take the scarf from his hands, grimacing at the wet patch on the light fabric. “Don’t know if you can get reindeer drool out of cashmere though.”

He snorts, “Maybe you shouldn’t have worn something so expensive to a petting zoo, princess.”

You brush off the nickname, not entirely sure if it was meant in jest. “You know I’m a feminist, I’m gonna need you to stop coming to my rescue Eddie.”

He smirks, “I don’t think that’s feminism, I think that’s stubborn independence to the point of detriment.”

He was taunting. Flirting really, but Eddie forgets it takes time for people to figure out he’s not just being grumpy all the time. That he isn’t as mean as his initial wariness of people might suggest. For a second he forgets that you haven’t always been a part of this group – that you don’t know him like the others do.

The awestruck look that had graced your face drops. “Jeez okay, I didn’t realise we were reading each other.” His eyes go wide as you shrink into yourself. “You know, I realise you probably don’t like me very much and you might feel like I’m ruining your time with your friends at Christmas, but I am trying Eddie.”

He hates the way your eyes begin to water.

“Robins told me so much about all of you, I know how much you all mean to each other and I really didn’t want to intrude on that, but she insisted that it would be okay. She’s letting me spend the holidays with her family because I don’t have one, and I don’t want her to regret that.” You look down at your feet, “I’ll make sure to stay out of your way from now on.” 

Eddie clenches his eyes shut as you walk away to find Robin or anyone else who won’t mind you joining in.

“Nice work Munson.”

***

Once the group have had their share of reindeer petting and eaten the cookies you and Robin had brought along with some hot cocoa from a nearby stand, everyone gathers in the town square again for the annual Secret Santa. You’re huddled together with Robin, head leaning against hers as you steal each other’s warmth and the group gathers in a circle, Steve tossing pieces of paper with everyone’s name written on them into his beanie.

Eddie keeps stealing glances at you as Steve goes around the group, dramatically holding a gloved hand to each of the teens’ eyes and yelling, “No peeking!”

Eddie feels shit. He can’t believe he’s made you feel unwelcome. Well, he can. He knows he can be guarded when it comes to letting new people into his life, but you’re one of Robin’s best friends – spending Christmas with her because you don’t have anywhere else to go and he’s made you feel like he doesn’t want you here. Asshole.

When Steve gets round to you and Robin, he holds the hat out to her then moves on to Jonathan and Argyle next. You figure you’re too new to the group to partake in this tradition, which seems fair. Steve rounds out the wonky circle with Eddie, dropping the beanie with a “whoops” before fumbling on the ground with it, then holding it out to Eddie. You notice him squinting his eyes in suspicion, wondering what’s going on between them when Steve comes back to you.

“Lucky last,” he smiles that charming cherub grin of his and you reach into the beanie to pull the last piece of paper out.

Of course it would be.

Steve reminds everyone of the budget and secret part of Secret Santa with a pointed look at Mike, who frowns in offence before the group starts heading off in different directions.

Robin moves to stand in front of you. “Who’d ya get? Do you need help? I can bend the rules for you seeing as you don’t properly know everyone.”

“Yeah, I feel like I’m a bit disadvantaged.” You laugh nervously, “I uh, I got Eddie.”

“Oh great! He’s easy. Big nerd, you know what he likes.” She starts counting off on her fingers, “Music, DnD, Lord of the Rings and all that fantasy stuff.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You shrug.

She hooks her arm with yours again, ��C’mon let’s go together, I got Nancy. I feel like you’ll be better at picking something for her than me.”

***

After an hour and a half, you’re about ready to give up. You helped pick out a faux-leather journal and fountain pen set for Nancy from Robin, but you haven’t been able to find anything remotely good for Eddie’s gift. Everything feels impersonal like something he could’ve just picked up himself and the last thing you want is for him to be disappointed that you got him for the gift exchange. Just another friend-only activity that your presence has ruined.

You’re currently browsing through a second-hand bookstore, hoping to find something you can curl up on the couch in your apartment with during the rest of the holidays, while Robin’s popped into the bath and body shop across the street to look for a gift for her aunt.

Your eyes scan the hardbacks in the fantasy section, fingers running lightly across the spines when they come to a stop on a light green book. You tilt the book from the shelf, admiring the mountains and dragon carved in navy blue adorning the border. This could be perfect. Carefully opening the worn cover, you find an inscription written in the yellowed pages that makes you smile. You close the book softly and head to the counter to ring it up. Maybe he wouldn’t be disappointed.

Dear Henry,

In celebration of our mutual liking – I hope Bilbo becomes a friend as well.

Happy Birthday,

Love, your Arwen

***

Christmas Eve

The butcher paper wrapped gift sat heavy in your palm as you’re greeted by Steve in his living room when you and Robin walk in. You hold up the present in question, keen to get rid of it before your clammy hands ruin the red satin bow decorating it, and Steve points you in the direction of the pile under the colourfully lit tree. You take a moment to admire the personal ornaments, the glint of a red 20-sided dice reminding you of the other inhabitant of this apartment.

The famous Harrington Christmas Eve party had been talked up by Robin for months. In her attempt to get you to Hawkins, she promised you a preview of the King Steve you’d heard her tease him so much about (which he vehemently denied was a thing), potently spiked punch (which you would not be partaking in) and impromptu games out on the street that would cause noise complaints from the neighbours.

And now that Steve and Eddie shared an apartment? Apparently, rowdiness was a prerequisite.

You’re more nervous than you should be as you settle in, taking solace in Jonathan and Will’s quiet company on the couch as you sip on a non-spiked mug of egg nog. It isn’t until half an hour later that Eddie even shows up, despite this being his apartment.

He walks into the living room, cheeks red from the cold, snow still sprinkled on his shoulders and in his hair. He’s followed closely by Dustin who’s rugged up in an assortment of knitwear that looks like it was definitely made by a doting family member, and grins when everyone greets him.

“Finally, you two.” Steve walks in from the kitchen with a bowl of freshly poured potato chips. “Everyone’s here, we’re getting ready for Secret Santa.”

Eddie just nods at him, offering you a tight-lipped smile when you catch his eye before he walks over to the tree to place something under it with his back turned to you.

While everyone gathers in the living room, he ducks out. Returning without all the extra layers, his crisp white t-shirt takes you by surprise and your eyes wander to the silver chain around his neck.

Pull it together, honestly.

“Okay, I’m first!” Robin walks across the room to the tree by the front window, only to be stopped by Steve’s arm.

“What? Why are you first?”

“Well, someone has to be dingus. Why not me?” 

“Uh, maybe we should let our guest be the first?” Everyone turns their head towards you and the attention makes you sink further into the couch.

“Oh, no Robin is always first.” You wink in her direction, then frown. “Wait, did that sound weird?” You look at Jonathan and Will who both chuckle, the older boy giving you a shrug.

After Robin tears through her present the decision is made to go anti-clockwise around the room. The closer it gets to Eddie who’s sitting on the couch opposite you, the more your palms begin to sweat. You don’t think your heart could take him being indifferent to his gift, and you hated that you cared so much about what he thought. What was this town doing to you?

When Steve hands Eddie his gift your back automatically straightens, perched perilously on the edge of your seat you grip the mug of egg nog in your hands. He takes his time with unwrapping, not diving straight in and tearing like you would’ve expected, even draping the ribbon around his neck once he’s untied it. When he gets to the gift the room is mostly silent, save for the Christmas carols playing from the stereo in the corner. You’d already clocked The Kinks, The Damned and Ramones – sure that the boy who held your last ditch gesture in his hands had picked the tunes.

Eddie’s face is stoic as his fingers run along the cover of the book. When Dustin and Mike, sat near him spot what it is they share exclamations of “Sick”, but you’re more interested in the metalhead’s opinion. You take in a deep breath as he opens the well-preserved cover and you watch his eyes read the inscriptions.

After much back and forth you’d decided to leave your own message next to the original one. Writing in pencil in case he wanted to erase it.

He rubs his freshly shaven jaw then his eyes find yours across the room. They’re soft. Pools of awe that match the tone of his quiet voice.

“Thank you.”

You offer him a small smile, “You’re welcome.”

“How did you know it was from her?” Dustin pipes up from his seat on the floor.

“Lucky guess.” His eyes hadn’t left yours until then, and you watch him scan the message again.

Dear Eddie,

I know you’re already well acquainted but I thought what better company on a long winter’s night than the second best party to go on adventures with (second only to your own of course).

Merry Christmas,

C.G.

xx

You feel his eyes on you as the rest of the gift-giving takes place around you. Wiping the sweat off your palms now that the moment was over, but the tension you’d felt hadn’t lifted from your chest – only tethered itself to the cause that was sitting across the room lightly brushing his thumb over your offering.

You’re the last in line to open your Secret Santa, but the attention of the room has been caught up in the gifts that have already been revealed. You’re admiring the new camera bag Jonathan is turning over in his hands when Steve taps you on the shoulder. He holds out a small parcel that fits in the palm of his hand and winks at you when you take it, before walking over to sit by Dustin.

You look down at the parcel wrapped in shiny red paper, tugging at the twine tied around it when you feel the weight of the couch shift beside you.

Eddie takes up more room than Jonathan who’s now sitting on the arm of the sofa across from you with Nancy’s arm draped over his leg. He’s manspreading a little, but the only reason you notice is because of the close proximity of his knee to yours.

“You got me,” he gestures to the gift in your hands, “I mean I got you. Well, I guess both are true.” He holds up his new copy of The Hobbit and smiles softly.

You look down at your lap again and begin to unwrap your present, Eddie’s leg bouncing next to yours. A glint catches your eye as a pair of dangly ruby earrings is revealed.

“They’re not real obviously,” Eddie scratches his jaw, “and Robin said you’d be happy with anything, like a snow globe or candy but I saw these in the drugstore and thought they’d look good on you.”

You smile, “Eddie they’re really pretty. Thank you so much.”

He blows out a puff of air, “You like them?”

“I love them, honestly. Oh, look we match!” You hold out the earrings next to the ring on his finger sporting a small ruby stone.

His cheeks are dusted in pink as he smiles, “Yeah, I guess we do.” You ask him to hold the earrings you had in before as you swap them. “You don’t have to put them on now.”

“I know, I want to.”

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, mesmerised as he watches you put on his earrings. “What does C.G. mean by the way?” He opens the book in his lap again.

“City girl.” The frown on his face troubles you momentarily before he speaks again, doe eyes pining you down once more.

“Thank you. It’s really special. You’re really–“ He trails off, eyes searching yours as you wait for him to finish his sentence. But he doesn’t. Instead, he gets up so abruptly that you flinch. “I gotta uh, find something…I’ll be back.”

You turn to Will who had been not so subtly watching the whole exchange from the other side of the couch and gives you a sympathetic smile when you say, “I still don’t know where I stand with him.”

***

For the next twenty minutes, you only see glimpses of Eddie as he darts in and out of rooms. Stomping around like he’s on a mission, a crease etched deeply in his brow. While Nancy and El are admiring your earrings in the kitchen, you hear a squeak of shoes on the linoleum before you see a blur of brown hair disappear around the corner.

You excuse yourself, finding Eddie alone in the hallway, leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed and head tilted to the ceiling.

“Eddie, are you okay?” He shakes his head and huffs out a bitter laugh. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s always goddamn mistletoe at these things. Steve always gets drunk and tortures people with it, but then this year? Of course there’s none!”

You step closer, now standing in front of him but he doesn’t meet your eye. You’re confused. “Why do you need mistletoe?”

“So I have an excuse to kiss you.”

Oh.

OH.

Wait, what?

“Why don’t you just…kiss me?”

His head snaps down, eyes flickering back and forth between yours with a frown. “Can I?”

You bite your lip to stop the enormous smile threatening to creep onto your face. “Yes Eddie, you can kiss me.”

He pushes himself off the wall, crowding your space and reaching a hand out tentatively to touch your face, thumb gently stroking your skin like he had the book. He searches your eyes for any hesitation before he leans in slowly until your fluttering lashes tickle his cheek and he can’t take it anymore. The kiss is as soft as the snow falling in flurries outside, one elongated peck before you're both leaning in for another, and another. Turning tender as he reaches his other hand to pull you closer by the waist. You can taste peppermint on him, probably from one of the candy canes hanging on the tree, but it’s the warmth from his chest and the heady scent of his cologne and smoke that clings to his shirt that has you lost in him. So lost that when his thumb gently pulls down on the side of your mouth, you let him in with no hesitation, his tongue now spreading his warmth from the inside.

“Wow, that got R-rated really quick.” You jump and lean back, not moving far with Eddie’s grip still on your waist. You look down the hall and catch Robin nodding with a look of slight disgust on her face next to a smirking Steve standing there with his arms crossed.

Eddie bows his head and sighs, “Really? Think you can maybe take the commentary somewhere else Harrington?”

He holds up his hands in defence, a leafy twig with white berries hanging from his hand. “Hey, I was just coming to give you two a push, but it looks like the party’s already started.”

Eddie pinches the skin in between his brows, “For fuck sake.” You cover your mouth with your hand at the sight of the deep blush creeping into his cheeks, which deepens even further when you both hear Dustin yell from the other room.

“Did he kiss her yet?!”

Eddie groans and moves his hand to the small of your back to guide you out the door, flipping off the audience at the end of the hall before grabbing your coats off the hanger. He helps you into yours and leads you outside the apartment building by your hand.

For the first time since you arrived in Hawkins, you don’t notice the cold that greets you, focused entirely on Eddie’s warmth as he crowds you against the brick wall of the building. He holds one arm above you, almost enveloping you in his soft waves when he leans in.

That intense gaze has you shying away again, opting to play with the zipper of his jacket instead of looking back.

“You really liked your gift that much huh?”

“I really like you.” He tilts your chin up.

“I didn’t think–“

“I’m sorry if I made you feel unwelcome,” he frowns. “I have trouble letting people in.”

You shake your head and he moves his hand to stroke along your jaw. “It’s okay, this is a very special family I’ve walked into. I understand why you’d be wary of anyone disturbing that.”

“You fit right in. I promise.”

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He smirks, “Also, I’m just really, really bad at flirting when it comes to drop-dead gorgeous city girls.”

You grin, “I think you’re probably better at it than you think.”

He leans in, lips a breath away from yours, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

***

Christmas Day

The screen door shudders under your touch as you knock on the trailer, your gloved hand coming back to wrap around the translucent cake plate tucked into your chest. You hear muffled footsteps before the inside door swings open to reveal a beaming Eddie on the other side.

“Hi,” you smile.

You step back to let him open the screen door and he meets you with half a step out, grabbing the plate from you before placing a gentle kiss on your lips that has you desperate for more.

“Hi, sweet girl. C’mon in.”

You follow his warmth, “There’s only half left of the cheesecake. I’m sorry Robin and her family already ate most of it, then I kind of hid it when I realised I didn’t have anything to bring over – I think it tastes pretty good though. And I brought this wine, which is all they had left at the store and it only came in this gigantic bulk size, I think it might be half water–”

You feel Eddie’s smile as he presses his lips to yours again, “It’s okay sweetheart. You didn’t have to bring anything.” “I know, but I wanted to make a good first impression and we both know that I…don’t.”

He chuckles, “Trust me, I was blown away as soon as you stepped outta that car.”

You roll your eyes, snappy reply dying on your tongue when you hear a door open and an older man walks down the short hallway towards you. “Hi, Mr Munson.” Eddie squeezes your shoulder as you step forward with your hand held out and introduce yourself. “Thank you so much for having me, I hope I’m not intruding on your Christmas.”

“Nonsense,” he frowns at you, the resemblance uncanny, and brings you in for a tight hug. “Please call me Wayne, darlin’. Honestly, Ed’s been bouncing off the walls waiting for you to come so you might be able to do me a favour and get him to sit still.”

“We were just watching Gremlins.”

“Oh, I love that film! I didn’t get to appreciate it the other day because I was hungover–I mean…we were busy baking cookies.” You feel Eddie’s chuckle on the side of your face.

“She brought baked goods and wine, Wayne. All for lil’ old us.” He squeezes your shoulder again.

“It’s not any good.” You hold out the cheap bottle to Eddie’s uncle.

“Oh hell, anything you can uncork, uncap or unscrew, I’ll drink it.”

You laugh, shoulders relaxing under Eddie’s subtle massage.

***

You feel light.

Floaty and fuzzy with the laughter coming from beside you, your body sinking into the worn couch and Eddie’s gentle stroking of the back of your hand grounding you in the moment. The Munson’s, like almost everybody else in Hawkins had welcomed you into their home with open arms.

It was Christmas and you were curled up on the couch with a boy who meant something to you. Allowed to be a part of a family if only for a short period.

“So little miss, you headin’ home tomorrow?” You turn to Wayne, who’s sitting in his armchair, eating a piece of the cheesecake you plated up for him with Eddie’s help.

“I was planning on it, but you know the airport gets so busy during the holidays and Robin’s still gonna be here so…I think I might just stay till New Year, actually.”

Eddie’s head snaps from the TV set towards you. He grips your hand a little tighter to get your attention.

“Is that right?”

You turn to him, “Yeah. Are you–are you gonna be around?”

“No,” he shakes his head, frowning in that way that’s starting to make your heart flutter, “I gotta work. Lotta damsels in distress needin’ me to rescue them from the side of the road.” You feel the heat creep up your neck as Wayne rolls his eyes at his nephew.

“Wanna ride shotgun?”

~ THE END ~

Tagging: @eddieslooneymoonie, @micheledawn1975 – thank you for asking!

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GRINCH AU

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Grinch!Jongho x Martha May Whovier!fem reader

Word count: 2,428

Note: I was rereading this one and I forgot how much I loved it 😭 I took a different route and put Y/n in Martha May Whovier’s place while also putting my own twist on the story and adding my own scenes. Christmas is in 3 days so thank you all for your love and support for the Christmas imagines series! I’ve loved reading your reblogs and comments! I hope you all enjoy this one and have a Merry Christmas!! 💚❤️ Reminder: This imagine is from Wattpad so there will be no continuations or extra parts

Years ago when you were still in school, you had a classmate who stood out from the rest. His name was Jongho.

His messy, green hair stuck out from the other Whos and the sour look constantly etched onto his features was one everyone talked about. He kept to himself most of the time, staying seated in the back of the classroom, not paying attention and not speaking to anyone unless spoken to first.

You felt bad for him. Part of you always thought he liked being by himself, but another part of you thought he might enjoy some company. So, one day you approached him.

"Hi." You greeted.

His uniquely-colored bright green eyes met yours.

"Hi." He returned, his tone short.

"I'm Y/n."

"I know."

"What's your name?"

You already knew his name, you'd heard it during roll call before, but you wanted him to introduce himself.

"Jongho."

"I like your hair." You complimented.

The sour look on his face fell just a bit.

"You do?"

"Yeah. Were you born like that?"

He nodded.

"That's so cool."

"It is?" He asked, bringing his hand up to touch his viridescent locks.

"Yes. I like it a lot. It's very unique."

That was the first time you'd ever seen him smile.

"Can I sit in front of you?" You asked him.

He gave a small nod in response.

After that day, you started talking to him, saying hello and asking how his day was going. You were unaware of how much Jongho appreciated that. No one had ever showed him kindness like you had. He was used to being ignored, so all this attention from you was new to him, as was the warm feeling in his chest.

Christmas approached and Jongho wanted to do something special for you. He remembered you mentioning during a recent conversation about Christmas that you liked angels. He didn't have the money to buy you one, so he did the next best thing.

He stayed up late, rummaging through his adoptive parents' kitchen, taking anything he might be able to use for his little DIY project. It took him nearly all night, but once he was finished, he knew his hard work had paid off and he couldn’t wait to see your reaction.

The next day, you walked into the school dressed in your most festive outfit. As you headed towards your classroom, someone ran up beside you, catching your attention.

"Y/n!"

You turned to see Taehyun, a fellow classmate. He always kind of got on your nerves. He was cocky and often bullied other people, especially ones who weren’t snobby and rich like he was, which you didn't like at all. Not one bit.

"What do you want?"

"I got you a present." He grinned, pulling out a necklace with huge diamonds on it.

It was ugly. However, your mom always told you to be grateful, so you thanked him.

"Put it on." He held it towards you.

"Maybe later."

"Come on."

You knew he wouldn't leave you alone, so you  gave in, holding your hair up and allowing him to clip the necklace around your neck.

You weren't aware of this, but Jongho, who was on his way to give you your gift, had seen you with Taehyun and hurriedly hid behind a nearby wall. He peeked his head around the corner, watching as Taehyun clipped a flashy necklace around your neck, the dozens of diamonds sparkling under the fluorescent lights in the hallway. He felt his heart sink as he turned his back on the painful scene and walked off.

Taehyun gave a thumbs up of approval at the necklace before heading to class. As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled the gaudy thing off, shoving it into your bag. It was the ugliest necklace you had ever seen. It looked like something an old lady would wear and it was far too big for your tiny child-sized neck.

You continued down the small hallway of the school and into your classroom, acting as if nothing had happened. When Jongho saw you walk in, he sat up straighter. He noticed you weren't wearing that ugly necklace he saw Taehyun put on you moments earlier, which made him feel a bit better.

You walked over to the seat in front of his, which you'd been sitting in for the past few weeks, placing your backpack down.

"Hi, Y/n." Jongho greeted you.

"Hi, Jongho." You smiled. “Are you excited for Christmas?"

"I am." He nodded. "I have something for you, by the way."

His tone was soft and he seemed a little nervous.

"You do? Like a present?"

He gave a short nod as he started rummaging around in his backpack. He pulled out an object and handed it to you. You glanced down at the flashy item, observing it carefully. Once you realized what it was, you gasped.

It was an angel made of what appeared to be kitchen appliances, small gems, and pieces of stained glass.

"You made this for me?" You asked, unable to believe he would go to such lengths.

Unlike when Taehyun gifted you that necklace, you didn’t have to fake your gratitude for Jongho’s heartfelt present. It was stunning and best of all, made by him.

"I did." He nodded.

"It's so beau—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Taehyun walked up, cutting you off.

"Really, freak?" He scoffed. "This is the best you can do? This is just a pile of garbage."

Before you knew what was happening, Taehyun snatched the angel from your hands and threw it on the ground.

Jongho looked down at the present he worked so hard to make that was currently in pieces on the classroom floor. Much like this now destroyed gift, his heart was shattered.

"Taehyun!" You shouted at the boy as you dropped to the floor, picking up the pieces and setting them onto your desk.

You didn't even notice Jongho rush out of the room until he was already gone and out of sight.

You turned to glare at Taehyun, mustering up all the anger you could. Without thinking twice, you grabbed the necklace he gifted you from your bag and shoved it into his hand.

"I don't want this." You told him.

That was years ago; you were probably eleven years old at the time. You never forgave Taehyun for what he did, but that didn't stop him from trying to constantly win you over.

Jongho never came back after that day. You didn't know what happened to him until about three years ago.

There were whispers in Whoville about a "scary" green-haired man that lived on Mount Crumpit, the ominous, snow-capped mountain that loomed above the town. You knew immediately that it had to be Jongho, though the Whos didn't call him that, they referred to him as The Grinch. You weren't sure why. Perhaps it was because of that sour look constantly plastered on his face. If that were the case, he hadn't changed at all.

Every night, you found yourself gazing up at the monstrous mountain, wondering what Jongho was up to and if he was doing okay.

"Nothing's stopping me from seeing him." You voiced your thoughts aloud.

You were in the midst of planning a Christmas party, though you weren't sure if anyone would show. The Mayor, aka Taehyun, was having a party the same night. You only invited two people, but Taehyun's Christmas parties were always the talk of the town, so you weren't even sure the only two friends you had would show up.

You sighed, turning your attention back to Mount Crumpit, a brilliant idea popping into your head.

The next day, you set out on your own, climbing up Mount Crumpit, a Christmas party invitation clutched in your hand.

It took an agonizingly long time for you to reach the top, and by that time, your fingers, toes, and nose were completely numb. Despite that, you approached the door that was nestled in the mountain, giving a few knocks on the weathered wood.

Nothing.

You tried again.

Still nothing. Just the sound of the frigid wind whistling as it blew past, whipping strands of your hair around.

You knocked once more, only to get the same result. You then resorted to plan B and moved closer to the door.

"Jongho?" You called out. "It's me, Y/n. I don't know if you remember me."

You paused for a moment in case he happened to hear you.

"I'm not sure if you're in there, but I'm having a Christmas party on the 25th. I'd really like it if you would come. I'd love to talk and catch up."

You paused for a moment before continuing.

"I never knew what happened to you all those years ago. I only recently found out where you've been hiding. Truth is, I miss you. I'd like to see you again."

You took the invitation and slid it underneath the door.

"I'll just leave that there." You stood up. "Goodbye, Jongho. I hope to see you soon."

You started your descent down the mountain, hoping that Jongho heard you. If not, the invite had been delivered and it's in his hands now.

Inside the mountain stood Jongho. He heard your knocking, but ignored it, thinking it was some dumb kids trying to prank him, but then he heard your voice. Your sweet voice that was always laced with kindness.

He shot up from his chair, hurriedly scurrying towards the doorway. Your voice sounded so gentle and comforting. It was nice to know you hadn't changed. He listened intently as you spoke.

"I don't know if you remember me."

What? Of course he remembered you. You were the only person who bothered to pay him any mind. The only person to show him any sort of compassion and kindness.

He wanted to speak, let you know that he was there and he was listening, but for some reason the words were stuck in his throat.

"I'm not sure if you're in there, but I'm having a Christmas party on the 25th."

His face scrunched in distaste at the mention of the obnoxiously cheerful holiday. After he ran away all those years ago, he held such bitter feelings towards Christmas. He despised it, hated it. The holiday was ruined for him. He was humiliated that day in front of you and couldn't bare to be in that classroom any longer, so he ran out. He didn't even think about how that would make you feel. Truthfully, he thought you forgot about him. Everyone else did... for a while, anyway.

Three years ago, he returned to Whoville for certain items he couldn't obtain himself and, even with a disguise, people seemed to recognize him. After that, people started harassing him. Kids—mostly teenagers, would dare each other to go up to his home and knock on his door. It was annoying and he wished people would just leave him alone.

Except maybe you, of course. Though Jongho shut himself off from everyone and had a hatred for every Who in town, he had a fondness towards you. You were the one and only exception.

"I'd really like it if you would come. I'd love to talk and catch up."

His eyes widened upon hearing that.

You wanted to catch up? As in talk? To him?

There was a strange feeling in his chest as he thought about you wanting to spend time with him. It was a feeling he hadn't felt for at least ten years.

He listened as you said your goodbyes, watching as an invitation was slid under the front door. He waited a moment before he walked over to take the invite. Even though Jongho hated Christmas, he had to admit, the invitation was pretty. Inside was the address of your home along with the date and time that the party would take place, all written in your beautiful handwriting.

His fingers unconsciously traced over the letters before turning to his dog, Max.

"What do you think?" He asked the animal. "Should I go?"

The dog barked in response.

"Yeah, but I don't have anything nice to wear."

Max barked again.

"I know I don't have to dress nice, but it's for Y/n."

The dog only stared at him.

"Fine." He huffed, throwing his arms in the air. "I'll go find something. Just stop nagging me, will ya?"

Your party was a bust so far. It was nearly time for it to start and no one had shown. Just when you were ready to give up, there was a knock on the front door, making you perk up. You hurriedly went to answer it, surprised to see who was standing on the other side.

"Jongho?"

His uniquely-colored green hair was neatly pushed back, showing off his insanely handsome features and round face. He wore black slacks, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a red vest that fit his body snugly.

You were rendered speechless as you looked at him. You didn't mean to stare, but you didn't expect him to show, not only that, but he looked incredible.

You had a crush on him back in school. Part of you thought that would go away, but seeing him in front of you proved that your feelings for him hadn't gone anywhere.

His eyes stayed glued to the the ground as he fiddled with his fingers. You fought the urge to hug him, afraid it would be too much, especially after not seeing him for so many years.

"I can't believe you showed up." Your eyes drifted down to a small scruffy-looking dog sitting by Jongho's feet. "And you brought a friend?"

"This is Max." He told you, his voice quiet.

"Why don't the two of you come inside? You're just in time."

Upon entering your house, Jongho found that he was the only one there. He saw a table with four plain gingerbread houses sitting out along with icing and other candy decorations as well as a decently-sized spread of food.

"I thought you were having a party." He spoke up.

"I am. I invited a couple people and you, but they were no-shows. Probably at the mayor's party." You gestured to a gaudy invitation on your coffee table.

"Is that from..." Jongho trailed off.

"Yeah." You rolled your eyes.

Jongho couldn't hold back the sour expression on his face.

I still can't believe that jerk managed to become mayor of Whoville. He thought bitterly.

Jongho walked around, keeping his hands shoved in his pockets. He was feeling a bit overwhelmed and out of place, even though he was the only person in your house. It wasn't you—you hadn't changed at all. It was the fact that it had been so long and he hadn't really spoken to anyone since running away. He wasn't sure how to initiate a conversation, let alone what to say, so he resorted to looking around.

You began going on about what all you had planned for the party as he wandered around.

"I have food if you're hungry. Max is welcome to have some too. I also have different activities to do if you get bored. We can decorate gingerbread houses, make our own ornaments, or have a Christmas movie marathon." You listed, not knowing that Jongho's attention was elsewhere.

His eyes gazed upon the massive Christmas tree in your living room, as he looked at the glittering lights and decorations adorning the branches, but that wasn't what caught his attention. It was the angel that donned the top of the tree. His angel. The one he made for you.

"So." You clasped your hands together as you approached Jongho. "What first?"

You stopped when you saw him staring at something. Following his gaze, you realized it was the angel at the top of your tree.

"You kept it?" He asked, not taking his eyes away from it.

"I did."

"I thought it was broken."

"I fixed it."

"I can't believe it."

"That gift meant a lot to me. You ran out before I could tell you, but it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." You stared up at the decoration. "I love that little angel."

Jongho was about to speak, but was stopped by a sudden knocking at your front door.

"Maybe we have some company after all." You beamed, going to answer the door.

Your smile dropped immediately when you saw Taehyun standing at your doorstep.

"What are you doing here?" You asked snappily.

"You're not at my party. Didn't you get my invitation in the mail?"

"I did."

"Then what are you doing here all by your lonesome?" He inquired, tilting his head.

Jongho didn't have to see the guy's face to know who it was. He clenched his fists, making his presence known as he stalked up to the doorway to stand beside you.

"She's not alone."

Taehyun's eyebrows raised as a look of amusement colors his features.

"Oh, I see." He scoffed. "You're busy spending time entertaining this freak."

"That's enough." You snapped. "Don't you have a party to get back to?"

"I can spare a few minutes."

"There's no need. I don't want you here."

"I'm the mayor. I don't have to listen to you." He spoke, trying to push past you and force his way into your home.

Jongho stepped forward, protectively pulling you behind him as he stared down Taehyun.

"She said leave."

"I'm not afraid of you." He scoffed.

"Leave. Now. I'm not going to tell you again."

"What are you gonna do about it?" He taunted. "Go hide in your little cave again like you did all those years ago?"

To your surprise, Jongho roughly shoved Taehyun away, causing him to stumble back and fall into the snow. He landed with a grunt, glaring up at the green-haired boy beside you. At that point, Max had scampered over to the front door to see what was going on and had started growling at Taehyun.

"Don't you dare bother her again." Jongho snapped before slamming the door shut.

He then turned to you, his expression softening.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded. "Just annoyed with him. Thanks for sticking up for me like that."

"It's nothing." He shrugged.

You knew he was just being modest.

"I have to admit, I've been wanting to do that for a long time." He added, making you chuckle.

"He definitely deserved that, and more." You locked the front door, before turning back go Jongho. "Now that he's gone, we can get the party started. What do you say?"

He only nodded, seeming a bit bashful.

You put on some Christmas music and immediately began preparing hot cocoa for you and your guest. Once that was finished, you urged Jongho to participate in at least one of the activities you planned. He decided on ornament decorating.

As the two of you decorated your ornaments, you talked about what had been going on in your lives, you more than him.

"You know, the day you ran off, Taehyun got me the ugliest necklace." You cringed at the memory. "I don't even now why. I guess he was trying to win me over. That boy is relentless, always has been it seems.”

Jongho knew which necklace you were talking about, but pretended he didn't.

"Do you still have the necklace?" He asked in an almost hesitant manner.

"No." You shook your head. "I gave it back to him after he broke your gift to me. I hated it anyway. It was the ugliest and gaudiest thing I'd ever seen. It looked like something an old lady would wear."

Jongho couldn't help but smile knowing you gave the necklace back to Taehyun. Not only that, but it was clear how much you disliked Taehyun, and that gave him a confidence boost.

"Y/n, I wanted to tell you this earlier before we were interrupted, but knowing you pieced together that angel gives me this warm feeling in my chest. I'm not really used to it, but it's a good feeling. The last time I felt like this was in school when I was spending time with you."

You were surprised by this confession, his sweet words making a warm feeling of your own spread in your chest.

"You approached me that day and spoke to me. No one had ever done that."

"I just thought you needed some company."

"Deep down, I think I did." Jongho stopped to get a look at his ornament. "I think I'm done. Sorry if it looks bad. I don't usually do stuff like this."

"Let's see it." You leaned over.

Jongho's cheeks got warm at your close proximity. You didn't notice as you were too busy looking at the ornament he decorated.

He painted it green and added red swirls on it. It was simple and a little messy, but cute nonetheless.

"I like it." You smiled.

"You do?"

You nodded.

"You wanna keep it or do you wanna hang it on my tree?"

"I wanna hang it." He answered quietly.

"We can hang them together. I just finished mine." You showed your ornament to Jongho before the two of you placed them on the tree.

"Aren't you glad you did that?" You asked.

He nodded. "It was fun."

Jongho was beginning to feel himself become shy again and started having trouble looking you in the eye without getting flustered. You were so nice and so pretty.

"Y/n." He called out, keeping his eyes on the tree for a moment, trying to gather his nerves.

"Thank you for inviting me."

"I should thank you for showing up. If you weren't here, this would be the most boring party ever." You chuckled.

Jongho started to speak, but you cut him off.

"You wanna dance?"

"Oh. I... I don't really know how."

"It's easy. Follow me." You took both his hands, pulling him into the living room, Max following behind. You placed Jongho's hands on your waist before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You couldn't help but notice the faint pink tinting his cheeks.

"So this is how you stand, then you just sway back and forth, or you can take small steps left to right and slowly go in a circle. Whatever feels right."

"I'd like to just stay in one spot."

"Alright." You smiled softly, the two of you swaying side to side.

You studied Jongho's features, taking in every perfect detail of his face, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. You only turned away for a moment, seeing that Max had made himself comfortable on the couch. You let out a chuckle before resting your head on Jongho's shoulder. He seemed a little tense at first, briefly making you worry you had overstepped, but he soon relaxed.

You weren't sure how long the two of you danced for and you didn't really care. You were just happy to be reunited with Jongho.

"Y/n." He spoke up, his tone gentle.

You hummed in response, pulling back to look him in eyes.

"I'm going to say something that I've wanted to say for a long time and you can say no. I won't be upset."

"What is it?" You inquired.

"I really like you. I have from day one."

You were too stunned to speak. You had no idea.

"Okay. I've made you uncomfortable. I'll let myself out."

"No." You spoke up, abruptly. "I like you too, even way back in school. Seeing you tonight made me realize that my feelings towards you haven't gone away at all. In fact, I think they've gotten stronger."

Jongho seemed equally surprised at your confession as you were at his.

"You're serious? This isn't a prank or anything?"

"No pranks." You shook your head.

Caught up in the moment, Jongho pulled your face towards his, catching himself just before his lips touched yours.

"It's okay." You whispered. "Go ahead."

That's all the confirmation he needed before he smashed his lips against yours, capturing them between his own in a full-fledged kiss. You were dizzy for a moment, not expecting him to go in hot and heavy—not that you were complaining.

Your hands found their way to Jongho's brightly-colored hair, running your fingers through it and feeling it's softness. A gasp left you as Jongho's hands lightly squeezed your waist before he snaked his arms around you, pulling you flush against him.

The kiss seemed to last forever yet not long enough at the same time. Jongho pulled away, looking a bit flustered. You cupped his cheeks, lovingly stroking them with your thumbs.

"I want you to stay." You blurted.

"Stay?"

"Yeah. With me. Here. I don't want you to go disappear in that cave again."

Jongho didn't have to think about it for very long. It was either live in a nasty cave and be alone, forever having conversations with his dog, or live with you in your cozy home getting to see you every day. The choice was obvious.

"Okay." He agreed.

"Really?"

He nodded. "I'll get to be with you all the time, plus I can protect you from Taehyun when he starts bothering you again."

"I like the sound of that." You grinned, leaning in to kiss him once again.

Hongjoong ❄︎ Seonghwa ❄︎ Yunho ❄︎ Yeosang ❄︎ San ❄︎ Mingi ❄︎ Wooyoung

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[janeleclerc]

Hey I see you are taking Christmas requests can I please request Charles x reader!wife with a 3 year old with the promote 1 and 5? Love you writing 🥹

1- “Not to panic you or anything, but we’re standing underneath a mistletoe.”

2- “Love, I’m coming back home for Christmas,”

WARNINGS: none, fluff

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i didn’t know which name to pick for the three year old son - so i just put Y/S/N which stands for your son’s name :)

“Careful with the cup, Y/S/N,” Y/N said softly as she handed her son the cup of hot chocolate he’s been begging her for ever since they came back home.

She sat down on the couch and picked up a book she’d been meaning to finish for a bit as Y/S/N sat down and watched The Grinch.

Y/N was so focused on the book, that when her phone started ringing, it startled her.

charles 💗, it read.

She smiled as she picked up the phone and clicked on the answer button, putting her book aside.

“Coucou!” Y/N responded cheerily. Hello!

“Bonjour, mon ange - how are you?” He asked her. Hello, my angel. A smile could clearly be heard in his voice.

“I’m okay! How are you?”

“I’m okay - listen, love, I’m coming home for Christmas!” He said excitedly. Y/N grinned and jumped up, startling Y/S/N.

Once the call was closed, she turned around to her son and clapped, exclaiming “Dad is coming home for Christmas!”

That caused the three year old to jump up and squeal - forgetting about his hot chocolate which was spilled all over the floor now.

But they didn’t care; Charles was coming home for Christmas.

୨♡୧

The pair stayed up all night waiting for Charles; although Y/S/N was tired and his bedtime was way past the time, he stayed up to welcome his father nonetheless.

And when the doorbell rang through the whole house, the two of them immediately jumped up to the door and opened it, giddiness being sensed in their eyes.

“I’m home!” Charles laughed when the door was opened. The family engulfed into a huge hug full of kisses and murmurs and laughs.

“I missed you so much, daddy!” Y/S/N smiled. Charles picked him up and kissed his forehead.

“I missed you too, little one!” He replied, setting him down slowly. The three of them went to sit on the couch, opening a Christmas movie and drinking hot chocolates.

Charles’ arm sneaked around Y/N’s waist and pinched it slightly. Her head turned and her eyes met his.

“Not to panic you or anything, but we’re underneath a mistletoe.” He mumbled with a smile. She rolled her eyes as she made her way closer and kissed him; a long, passionate kiss. They missed those kisses.

“Ew, stop!” Y/S/N gagged, causing the two of them to laugh. They loved their little family. They loved every bit of it.

thank you for reading and requesting, i hope you enjoyed!! <333

[buckysmith]

Christmas special 4

Includes: Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Laswell, Valeria, Graves, Alejandro, Rodolfo and König

A bit spicy so reading is on your own risk

NOTE: Who’s an idiot? Right, me. I saved it instead of uploading it… I just thought you guys didn’t like the last special so… yeah, I’m stupid 🫡

Ghost

- he hates Christmas

- he’s like the grinch, heart two sizes to small

- but he do finds some comfort in knowing you like it

- honestly it’s a big step in your relationship if he lets you decorate the house

- but it’s an even bigger step to have a Christmas tree

- why you may ask

- the last time he had seen a Christmas tree was with his family, the family that died, the family that was killed.

-somehow to see a Christmas tree triggered the last memory of his family and well- he just didn’t want to deal with it

- one reason he always tried to go on a mission while Christmas time, most likely in a country that doesn’t really celebrate Christmas at all

- but with you he tried to change this memory to a new one, a better one.. a one that didn’t hurt him

- so to watch you smiling like an angel after he allowed you to put up a Christmas tree warms his heart

- but because you had to get rid of all the Christmas stuff before, you don’t have any Christmas bulbs at all- not even a fairy lights - just nothing

- so you have to go shopping first

- he ofc goes with you, how could he not? Maybe you get lost or some creepy dude comes to you telling you to see cute little puppies or smt like that

- the moment he steps inside the store he dies

- you can see in his eyes that he wants to everywhere but there

- he swallows the lump in his throat, trying to not show you that he wants to go home and never leaving it again

- he watches you almost in horror how you pick up the different Christmas bulbs, fairy light and other stuff you decorate a Christmas tree with

- he’s already so done after shopping he wants to go into his bed

- forcing him to stay with you ends up with him acting like a angy cat

- he takes one Christmas bulb into his hand, scanning it like it’s something not from earth

- asking him to bind a string through the top of the bulb to be able to hang it up ends with you getting a death stare from him

- you want what from him?

- why should he help you

- he grumbles but he helps you

- after everything is done, he scans the tree, leaving the living room just to come back with a Granate

- you watch in horror while he puts that thing in the tree too

- he just grins at you

- it’s fake

- but now there hangs a granate in the middle of the tree

- you can forget the cute little picture you wanted to make

- but you wouldn’t put it down, maybe it means something for Simon

- it doesn’t, but to watch you looking at that thing in completely horror makes him giggle

- at least in the inside

Soap:

- he buys the biggest fucking Christmas tree you can imagine

- his house is huge and the ceilings are high

- watch him struggle to get the tree from his trunk

- he doesn’t want you to help him

- but you have too, cause otherwise something is going to be broken afterwards

- may it be one of the windows or some of the decorations … maybe even both (or not just one window if we want to be honest)

- he has like every fucking Christmas bulb you can imagine

- like really

- his family is big in decorating

- he’s too

- your house may looks completely normal from the outside but the inside is bright as the fricking day

- your electric bill is going to explode, good thing your husband is a rich man

- listing to every single Christmas song is a go

- he knows every single Christmas song too

- he’s not the best singer- not at all

- he sounds like a dying cat

- but you love him so you sing along

- together you’re a duo of dying animals

- but back to the tree

- if he has to buy Christmas bulbs (cause his glass ones are going to break from time to time- (he sat himself on them, like all of em ))

- he cried after that

- but to buy new ones, better ones and plastic ones are a bigger win than a lose

- struggles to put the string through the hole of the bulb (idk what it’s called hahah)

- big fingers, not fitting for petit pieces like that

- he he may throw one of the bulbs against your head

- throw it back

- you both are fighting with each other till your the one laying on the ground, with him on top of you pressing your hands to the ground

- shit eating grin

- well, you both have to make a break from decorating your tree

- mans got something other than a tree in his mind

- after that you continue to decorate the tree

- he may throw something against your head again, maybe your up for a round two?

- but after you both are done with decorating he likes to hold you close to him while cuddling on the couch

- he just admires the tree and how beautiful you look in its light

- he mumbles sweet nothings after that into your ear

- he wouldn’t say it out loud, not with it being your first Christmas with him, but that man plans on decorating the tree in a few years with two or three little copy’s of you and himself

Alejandro

- he likes Christmas, but don’t get me wrong he doesn’t even have the slightest on decoration (if you don’t bring it into the family)

- he even drove to the USA to get a Christmas tree (he knows a cop that plants them and he likes him, so he only buys the trees from him)

- soooo back in Las Almas he has another problem

- he forgot to buy the decorations

- but it’s already too late to buy ones

- so it’s on you both to find stuff to decorate the tree with

- he asks his mom, to get at least some Christmas bulbs

- after the successful hunt he goes back to you

- but seeing that you already made decoration on your own makes him wanna drop the bulbs into the trash

- you put pictures of him and you, your friends his team, his family and yours into little frames so that you could hang them on the tree

- you also used some other stuff to make little snowman’s (you made them out of tissues) and some other stuff just like little presents

- Rodolfo even brought stuff from his home to Alejandro and yours

- in the end every single one of his teammates brought something for the tree

- it’s so full of stuff in the end it’s more decorating than tree

- so your Christmas tree may not look like the traditional one but it’s in the end it’s much more personal

- so while cuddling on the couch you both admirers the tree

- also when the others of his team come for a quick hello they also look at the tree

Price:

- he likes it traditional so do decorate a tree is an absolutely go

- he also has decorations so you don’t have to worry about it

- you bring your own decoration with you? Even better!

- listing to slow Christmas songs while you’re decorating the tree

- he randomly stops putting the decorations up to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest to give you a kiss on the forehead or the lips

- nothing hot, just a small gesture to show you how much he loves you

- he even randomly lifts you up while you struggle to put some decoration up so that you can reach it

- no matter how much you weigh, he’s strong enough

- don’t complain, it would be the same to just talk to a wall

- he also just sits himself on the couch, watching you how you do your work

- he admirers you

- look how beautiful you look while you put the decoration up

- your smile, the little huffs whenever something doesn’t work like you want it

- or the way you mumble to yourself if that looks good or not

- he just loves to watch you, it eases his nerves and for a moment he can forget about all the stuff he’s gone through and about the stuff he will go through

- the moment you’re finished with decorating the tree he pulls you onto his lap

- stroking carefully circles into your waist with his thumbs, kissing your neck and chest area while mumbling how beautiful you are

- he knows it’s a bit to early so he doesn’t tell you what’s on his mind

- but he definitely wants the next Christmas with tree persons instead of two

Gaz

- to put Christmas stuff up with him his pain in the ass

- to also decorate a Christmas tree is even worse

- he complains a lot

- hes even worse than ghost

- not because he hates Christmas

- no

- he complains because he wants to make it perfect

- that’s why you both are arguing a lot

- he wants red Christmas bulbs

- but you want silver ones

- he wants yellow fairy lights

- you want rainbow ones

- in the end and after a lot of arguing you both decide on buying two trees so everybody can have it’s own

- he watches you while you put your decorations up

- he looks at his

- that doesn’t feel right, isn’t Christmas about love?

- he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest and asks you if you don’t want to mix the decorations

- you’re ofc not really happy cause you wanted that, but he refused

- but it’s Christmas time, so you suck it up and agree

- after that everything is good

- you both enjoy each other’s decorations and in the end you both are sitting on the couch, giggling about the two trees

- every single soul that visits you both are confused because of the two trees

- you don’t give them answers and just grin over the comments

Rodolfo

- he has everything prepared

- he asks the cop friend from Alejandro for a big and beautiful Christmas tree

- he doesn’t bother to drive to the us by himself, just asks Alejandro to bring his tree along

- you give Alejandro and his s/o a cake as a thank you

- after that there’s nothing that can stop your hubby from decorating the tree with you

- he doesn’t give a fuck if it doesn’t look perfect

- he wants it to be special cause you both decorated it together

- he gives you a lot of kisses while you both are working on the tree

- praises too

- “Eso se ve tan bonito, cariño, pero no tan bonito como tú.” (That looks so pretty, honey, but not as pretty as you.) (oh an I’m sorry if it’s wrong, I’m still learning Spanish )

- he helps you reach the top so that you can put up the angle/star/ or whatever you want

- he sings along to every Christmas song that comes up

- he’s a pretty good singer too

- his voice goes a darker than his normal voice, but it sounds good, very good

- after you both are done with decorating he pulls you to him

- gently stroking over your cheek with his thumb before asking if he’s allowed to kiss you

- if he is allowed he’ll kiss you like it would be the last time

- it’s certainly not the last time, cause he will kiss you like ten tausend times more (on the same day)

- he wants to cuddle with you after that

- together with a hot chocolate and a Christmas movie

- perfect little evening for him and you

Valeria

- na forget it

- she hates Christmas

- she doesn’t if you like it

- well she doesn’t stop hating it she just tolerates it

- so if you want Christmas decorations you have to be on your knees, begging that she allows it

- and oh she will if you beg right

- if you’re being a good little one she gives whatever you want

- but she’s also a bastard, so expect to do a lot of things to get what you want

- after that she brings you the biggest and most beautiful tree her men could find for you

- she doesn’t understand why you have to decorate it too

- it’s a tree, nothing will change that so why putting stuff on it

- Santa doesn’t bring you gifts, she does

- the decorations she gives you are not quite normal tho

- but in the end she breaks in and give you what you want

- if you ask her if she wants to join you she looks at you like you just told her that you’re a 22 feet robot alien

- she tells you that she doesn’t want too and just sits herself on the couch while you do your work

- she watches you, smiling to yourself while you put the decoration up

- but something doesn’t seem right so she goes to you, wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you to her

- “ you seem sad cariño, you really want me to join you?”

- after you nod she just scoffs and joins you

- after good two hours you’re finished with decorating

- she grabs your wrist, pulling you onto her lap just to kiss you

- grinning like the absolutely maniac she is

- you’re so innocent and yet you wanted her to join your little Christmas tradition

- how cute

Laswell:

- she wasn’t always a fan of Christmas

- but that changed when you came into her life

- she now has a reason to celebrate it

- she doesn’t have a lot of Christmas stuff, most of it belonged to her mother that already passed

- she wouldn’t ask you to put that old stuff up, but it means a lot to her so if you ask her if you can put it on the tree she falls even more in love with you

- hot chocolate while decorating the tree? Absolutely yes

- she makes the best hot chocolate you can imagine

- kissing your cheek while putting another Christmas bulb on the tree is also a definitely a yes

- you hung up a little skull, a fake cigar, a bar of soap, a little teddy and a cowboy hat

- all the things that reminds her of her lovely little men

- she loves it

- even send a picture to each person

- while Gaz, Soap and both Alejandro and Rudy loved it

- Price only responded with “such a good kid, give it a pet from me”

- while ghost ghosted you (secretly he loves it that you did something like that)

- but back to decorate it

- she helps you to put the top on it

- after that you both are cuddling together on the couch

- expect a lot of kisses

Graves

- he loves Christmas

- and he loves you

- he’s the first one to ask you if you want to put the decoration up

- but first you need a tree

- he takes you with him to buy the tree

- your house is big

- like fucking huge cause not only does he make a good amount of money but also comes from a very wealthy family

- so the tree you bought is a monster

- you need a ladder to reach the top and to put the other decoration up

- he helds your waist while you put the star on the top

- he also loves to sing to Christmas songs with you

- he even gets a little to exited so he just takes both of your hands and dances with you while singing

- he’s pretty good in both too

- you just fall for him again

- his blue eyes looking at your ones like your the most beautiful and most valuable thing in the world

- he even made two Christmas bulbs for you and him

- both have a picture of you both on it

- but one is kinda different

- in the inside of one his a ring

- you don’t know about it tho

- but he will propose with that ring

- he knows your clumsy so the moment you trip over a carton with Christmas decorations and coincidentally smash the right one you’re instantly sorry

- he’s not

- but the only thing you see in that moment is that you broke one of the gifts he gave you

- till the moment he kneels in front of you and the shards, picking the ring up

- maybe in a few years you will find a note in it, asking you if you want to have kids with him

- but for this year it’s only the propose

König:

- he doesn’t like Christmas HE LOVES IT

- expect him to have everything you heart could desire

- he buys the biggest Christmas tree he could find

- watch him bring it into your shared home

- he carries it like the tree would weight a couple of grapes

- you can’t even push it

- he doesn’t care if it doesn’t look perfect, just put everything you want on it wherever you want it

- he lifts you up so you can reach the top

- if your clumsy he makes sure that you don’t hurt yourself while decorating

- if you ask him to put something specific on the tree he will do it

- you made two little figures? One that looks like him, the other that looks like you? He puts it so that everyone can see this masterpiece

- the tree is so full of decorations, you can barely see the tree

- he loves it, you do too

- but don’t get me wrong

- if you have the fairy lights on, you definitely don’t need any other light

- bright as the fricking day

- he gets exited to search for the Christmas pickle

- you don’t get it but you love it cause he loves it

- he accidentally knocks the tree over a couple of times

- good thing

- everything is made out of plastic (not the tree)

- so nothing breaks

- you made sure that nothing is made out of glass for that reason

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🎄WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 15 - Alex Morgan🎄

Alex Morgan x Reader (Wave) | WC: 445

Dec. 15 prompt - date night looking at Christmas lights/decorations

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

AN: I have no idea if this is a thing outside of America but I know a lot of neighborhoods decorate for Christmas and then people drive around just looking at all the lights and decorations, so that was the inspo for this fic!

Spending Christmas in Los Angeles with Alex is always a highlight of the year. Yes, the two of you spent time together during the season but the holidays always make the time spent together even better. Christmas time always provided the best date nights, the happy feeling in the air always rubbing off on both of you.

It was Alex’s idea to drive around a close by neighborhood that was known for all the houses being extremely decorated for Christmas, with bright lights and extravagant yard displays. The forward had joked that the two of you could get some inspiration for your own decorations, in an attempt to be the best decorated house on your block.

Plus being in the comfort of your car allowed for some privacy and less possibility of people coming up to you. You loved meeting fans but sometimes you just wanted to enjoy going on a date with Alex and not have it interrupted.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the forward’s excited “babe! look at that house!”

You followed where she pointing, looking through her window on the driver’s side to see a house that was decorated entirely with “Grinch” decorations. 

“We should totally do that next year, Al!” you joked, knowing it wasn’t going to happen.

Alex laughed, eyes focused on the street in front of her, but still looking house to house to see how lit up everything was. The two of you continued your slow drive through of Christmas decorations, pointing to ones you thought looked great and making notes of what ideas you wanted to implement at your house.

As Alex contented driving, your eyes fell to her in the driver's seat, finding the view of your girlfriend better than the lights. You weren’t sure how long you were staring, but when Alex came to a stop sign, her head turned in your direction and you felt your face flush as you met her eyes.

“Take a picture, babe. It’ll last longer.” Alex smirked, winking at you before she started driving again. 

You laughed but still pulled your phone from your pocket to snap a quick photo of the forward to post on your Instagram story later. You were grateful that the NWSL season had ended before the holidays since it gave you time to explore the city you loved with the woman you were in love with. Your date night continued even after you got home, spending the rest of the evening on the couch with a Christmas movie playing. You loved just being able to relax with Alex since the two of you didn’t have much time to do so.

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Part 3, Option 2 - The List: Submissive!Eddie Munson

(this is part of a series that I've been writing but the general idea is that you're trying to figure out which nickname makes Eddie go crazy for and in that attempt, you prove how naive you still are as well) you can find the link to that here

Part 1

Part 2

CW: puppy!eddie munson x afab!reader, smut like absolutely filthy smut, there was plot but that was before, f receiving, face sitting, submissive!eddie, dom!reader, switch!reader, brief moment of degration

Eddie Munson took good care of you. He was always trying to make sure you were pleased not only physically but also in an emotional intimacy way as well. He had such a big heart, you find it really hard to imagine how anyone could be scared of him or think that he's some spawn of Satan. In reality, he was an angel, an absolute darling person.

Most, if not all of the videos that Steve had suggested to you and the ones you found all had very dominant themed names for the guy in the scenes. Which was fine, you loved more than anything when Eddie dominated you. And you knew that most of the names on the list you got just weren't going to encourage Eddie to listen to his own pleasure or even allow you to be able to take on that role or responsibility. You were still going to try them but you were just wanting to figure out what made Eddie blush and feel the same way when he did stuff to you.

At first, you try the basic ones but they weren't really good in that sort of way. And again, there's not much to go off of. So it's not until you two are alone and just sitting in his room that you have the discovery.

You're sitting on his bed and he's sat on the floor, resting his head between your thighs like they're a neck pillow for him while he plays on his guitar. He's strumming out a tune, trying to figure out a chord progression and is so focused that a little bit of his tongue is sticking out. You're just sitting above him, playing with his hair and stroking his face every now and then.

"You're so good, baby"

Eddie shivers a little bit and says a quick little thank you. Interesting.. you had already tried baby but that wasn't it the other day.. You try again, a few moments later.

You start stroking his face and tightened his neck in between your thighs just a little bit more so your presence was notable. You angle his face to look up at you-

"Have I mentioned lately how much I love you? How good you are to me?"

He looks wide-eyed and glazed over. Oh this is interesting indeed.

"N...no, I mean, yeah! but not.. those words exactly.."

"Aw Eddie, you're so cute, you're like a little puppy"

He flushes, deep. Oh. That did something. You remember seeing that in one (1) video and you didn't understand it until right now. It makes sense, especially when he's sitting below you, look up at you with those puppy-dog eyes, big, wide, and brown as can be in the soft lighting.

"You like being called a good boy? Aw puppy, you want to be good for me?"

He whimpers. He lets out the smallest exhale of a whimpered moan and just nods his head slightly, completely forgetting about his music task at hand. You stand up straight, motion your finger for him to come up and come closer and he's on his knees, hands out on both thighs to stabilize him a bit, waiting for further instruction. "Look at you, so obedient."

You now take the liberty of lightly guiding his chin towards you with motioning finger and start peppering kisses along his jawline. This new surge of found power is electric and you're only getting started. You still don't really know what you're doing but you're going along and hoping to figure it out along the way.

"Who knew the satan worshipper of Hawkins, the scary Eddie Munson, was just deep down such a good boy that wants to be taken care of and to be good in return. Isn't that right?"

He whimpers out a soft like uh huh to you and you have a grinch like smile. "Use your words, puppy"

"Fuck, yes. I want that yes miss."

"Oh so good for me puppy, you keep calling me that and we will be in good shape today. Now, what does my puppy want? I'm going to take such good care of you, baby"

He starts getting antsy, he's wanting to touch you and be right up against you, but he's still figuring all that up right now. "I.. I want to make you feel good, miss"

"Baby, that's what you do every other time. What do YOU want?"

He looks up at you from his knee-position on the floor and he looks like he's going to melt away "I want you to use me"

Now it's your turn to blush and muttering for words "Okay. Undress me. Slowly."

He starts going for your belt immediately and you have to grab onto his hair a bit tightly, not enough to hurt him but enough to send a shiver down his neck.

"No, what did I say? I said slowly. You have to wait."

He huffs out but he does as he's told. He slowly unbuckles your belt and pulls it out of your jean loops, disregarding it. He goes to hike your pants down, but again, you pull on his hair. He hisses and moans in succession of each other. "Wait... stay.."

He's really into this. He is blushing just as red as before and you aren't even undressed yet. He zips down your zipper and undoes your button before he is gently wiggling you out of the form fitting jeans. These ones really highlighted your hips. So he started to slowly, absent mindedly, kiss your hips and start sucking into the flesh. He looked up at you while still going so immensely slow.

He looked at you like he was in prayer, and you were an angel- no, he was looking at you like you were a god that he worshipped. He starts kneading and pawing at your thighs and takes a big, obscene whiff of you and groans. He looks up at you once more and just above a whisper asks "please?" You give him a short nod to indicate that he could start.

He immediately dives in and you're already having a hard time standing, your knees buckling at him angling himself so you can quite literally ride his face. The noises are pornographic and sloppy from him sucking and slurping you up and you still somehow feel absolutely filthy.

Without trying, your hips start to spasm from pleasure, making your clit rub up against his nose and both of you are moaning for different types of pleasures. You grab onto his hair and you don't hold back at all, swaying your hips up down.

"Fuck puppy... shit- feels so good. You're so so good to me, baby" He mutters something and you pull him off of you for a moment, "don't mumble, what did you say?"

He takes a few deep breathes, looking already fucked over, "I don't want to be baby right now, I want to be good, I want to be your.. your.." You smirked, feeling a bit of deja vu from this "You're safe. You want to be my..." "Call me puppy again, please."

"Good puppy, that's my sweet boy, wanting to listen so well and make me feel so, so wonderful. Tongue out, handsome"

His blush goes down beneath his shirt collar and he continues licking stripes up you, paying mind to go all around your puffy sides and circling your clit just how you like it. He angles himself again to where he's now got a finger entering you with ease, followed by another, slowly going in and out of you. You are practically humping his fingers and face, and you look down to see that he himself is humping the air.

"You dirty, filthy dog. You really did just want to get me off huh? You so pussy-whipped you'd do anything to be praised huh?"

He's nodding feverishly, adding even more friction to the equation. You weren't going to last long, not when he was being so irresistible. "Fuck fuck fuck.. shit, fuck, shit- Eddie I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh FUCK!"

You're essence is dripping from you, it pours out of you without indication or warning. You are washed over with such pleasure that you continue to sit and ride Eddie's face until you literally can't take anymore and have to sit back down on the bed.

Once you catch your breath, you pull him up to the bed to find not only his face is soaked in your essence, but there's a prominent tent and wet patch in front of Eddie's jeans.

"Thank you Bunny"

"Thank YOU. Now... does my good little puppy want to finish the job?"

Let's just say the way he's fucking into you, the way he's whimpering and moaning while just hammering into you? There's a reason he earned his nickname, just like you earned yours

Oh to have a relationship where you're fuckin like a couple of love-sick puppies or bunnies.

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A/N: I KNOW NOT MANY PEOPLE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BUT I WANTED TO GIVE IT A TRY, I KNOW IT'S A LITTLE RUSHED BUT I WAS WORRIED ABOUT LENGTH AND EVERYTHING. If you want more puppy!Eddie or submissive!eddie, leave a comment or request in my ask box!

[itsbubbleteataro]

Down the well and into hell? (2/?)

Paring; Platonic!Alastor x fem reader

Warnings; Alastor being Alastor, Angel being Angel, swearing

Description; exploring the grounds of the new cabin you have recently inherited, you find an old well. A well that seems to go on forever. After falling down it you find yourself, a human in hell. after being taken in by Charlie and Vaggie they warn you to stay away from Alastor. But what happens when the human decides that the overlord just may be the key to safety and possibly home?

"Woah woah there, no. Look Alastor, if you want to stay as the manager of this hotel you can't go around trying to make deals with our guests"

Vaggie says, her voice firm as she stands up placing herself between you and the stag like demon.

Alastor's smile remains as he presses his lips together forming a thin line resembling a grinch smile as his ears press to the back of his head. He hums, sounding atune to an off key bee before he snaps his fingers. A grand looking vintage chair poofs its way into existence with swirls of green smoke.

"Very well Vaggie, if you so insist"

He responds as he takes a seat, one leg over the other, his staff held close in one of his hands as Angel dust speaks up.

"Ok sugar tits, you got a looooot of explaining to do. How in the hell did you a human, end up in well, Hell?"

You can feel the room's eyes shift to look at you as Charlie motions for you to tell your story. Taking a deep breath you tell them about the cabin you had gotten from to ur grandfather, the old water well you were so foolishly leaning over, all the way up to the moment where Charlie and Vaggie found you.

As you finish up your story a small yet very fast blur of neon pink and yellow flies by who Charlie clears up is the maid Nifty. You again, nod your head really unsure how you're even wrapping your head around the fact that not only hell is real but also your own old well just so happens to be a one way ticket straight down.

Taking note of your weary eyes, Charlie helps you up off the couch,

"Oookaaay well you seem tired. Let's get you up to bed so you can get some rest. I think I should have a change of pajamas that should fit you. Here come this way"

Hand in hand the two of you head up some stairs that creak under your weight. Charlie opens up one of the many doors on the third floor, motioning for you to go ahead and go inside.

You manage a smile and walks inside, taking in the ripping wallpaper, the neatly made bed, the two windows that look out onto pentagram city.

Spinning on your heels you face Charlie,

"Thank you Charlie. This is the nicest anyone has been to me all day. And thanks again for dealing with that, uh, dog looking guy?"

The two of you exchange a smile,

"Oh don't worry about it! It's okay! Really, don't worry about it! Oh! It looks like Vaggie has already warned you about Alastor, good, so that's one last thing off my list. I'll be back in a bit with some pajamas! Make yourself at home!"

Charlie starts to close the door before she pokes her head back in,

"And don't worry! We will get you back to Earth. If Alastor can't figure something out I'll get my dad involved"

With that, the door closes and you are left alone with your thoughts. Deciding to look around the room a bit, you are very please to discover that it has its own bathroom with a shower. Peaking through the shower curtain you find that the appropriate toiletries are already stocked.

Pealing your dirty shirt off you start the shower water and close the bathroom door. You look at your exposed half in the mirror and frown, finding all kinds of bruises and now dried cuts that litter your arms and chest. Shaking your head you free yourself from the rest of your clothing before hopping in the shower.

Sighing as the warm water hits your back, you think about the fact that the well exists on the land your grandfather passed down to you. Wth a hum you think about how strange it is as massage shampoo into your scalp.

Why did your grandfather have such a well in the first place? You remember him always being on the strange side, always spending his time in the cabin, his nose stuck in a book seemingly obsessed with a the thirst of knowledge.

It clicks as you wince your hair and begins to rake your fingers through it. You're in hell, the literal afterlife. Judging by the sheer amount of people that you have seen on your walk from where you fell up to the hotel there's a very good chance that your grandfather could be here. You won't lie to yourself, you do feel a bit giddy about being able to talk to your grandfather again, but remind yourself that he most likely has the key to you returning home. But just how would you find him? A human in hell just from the sound alone is a recipe for disaster.

With a sigh you shut the water off and reach for a towel, deciding that it would become tomorrow's problem and not tonight's problem. Your body screams for you to just lay down as you exit the shower and wrap the towel around yourself.

Walking out of the bathroom you are pleasantly surprised to see that Charlie has dropped off a silk nightgown for you. You finish drying off your person and your hair before slipping it on. You do a little twirl infront of the mirror to take a look at it.

It's really nothing special but you think it's quite cute. The sleeves of it are thin, maybe a few centimeters thick (spegetti straps), the nightgown itself made from a white silk. A small bow sits in the center of the neckline. The bottom of the nightgown has a lace trim, making you smile at the simplicity of it all.

Hanging up the towel and shutting off the lights you crawl into bed, allowing sleep to take you much quicker than you thought.

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You wake up some time in the morning, your body still with the dull ache as you climb out of bed. You pull a blanket around your shoulders as you trudge down the stairs, making a mental note of what stairs seem to creak more than others.

The smell of cinnamon wafts through the air as well as a wondrous sound of sizzling. Following your nose you find Alastor in the kitchen, coffee brewing in the older looking coffee machine.

The stag's suit jacket lays draped over a chair with his leather gloves piled neatly on top. His Staff leans against the chair, playing a soothing jazz mix from the 1930s. Alastor's sleeves of his dress shirt has been rolled up to his elbows. A plain apron lay over his dress shirt and pants as to not dirty them while he cooks. Your eyes quickly dart to his form, taking note of a stag looking tail before your gaze returns to the breakfast he's cooking.

Stepping closer you can tell he hears you based off how his left ear flicks, picking up on your footsteps.

"Why good morning (Y/n), care for some breakfast? I was just finishing it up before I head out to an overlord meeting"

He greets, not even turning around to look at you as he flips some of the French toast he's been cooking for who knows how long as his shadow goes to fetch two mugs, pouring coffee for you and himself.

"Wait overlord meeting?"

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Thank you so much for reading! I should be posting pt 3 tomorrow? I'll be doing a char study for a request so hopefully I get to posting a few more things today!