#satan gets a kid a three headed puppy for christmas

[eldritch-essor]

the Christmas Switch

Prompt: Satan gets Christmas letters from kids who misspell Santa’s name. 

It’s one strange day in Hell indeed when someone dares to interrupt Satan’s afternoon nap. 

“Ex-Excuse me, Sir—” Satan cracks a single eye open, studying the postman in front of him who’s somehow managing to simultaneously sweat like a broken water fountain and tremble at the near frequency of an electric toothbrush. Rather understandable, the Devil thinks, considering that the poor man’s standing in Hell, directly within blasting range of the ruler of said land. 

“Yes?”

The postman jumps at his voice, lower than usual from his recent nap and twice as menacing, though Lucifer would probably just dump a cup of water onto him. Trembling even harder, he involuntarily retreats a few steps away. Not like it would help him in any way. 

Satan sighs, rubbing at his temples with a clawed hand to ward off the incoming migraine that’s sure to set in sooner or later. 

“What brings you to my domain?” he asks slowly and clearly, making sure not to move too quickly lest the postman gets a heart attack. 

“I— There’s a— no, I mean—” the man starts, stumbling over his words as he frantically roots through his satchel, spilling several letters in the process. Satan raises a single eyebrow as he watches. The postman finally manages to produce a neatly stacked set of envelopes of varying sizes and colours, and Satan vaguely muses at how miraculous it is that he hasn’t dropped any of the letters into the pond of lava right next to him yet. Clearing his throat, the postman starts again, proffering the stack towards Satan with a hand that’s trembling so hard he’s actually amazed the man hasn’t managed to shake the words right off the paper itself. “I mean to say, you have— your post, S-Sir.”

Satan nearly chokes on his drink. 

Letters? He wonders, internally backtracking. And for me, of all people? It’s only when the postman replies that he realises he said it out loud.

“Yes, Mr. Sa— I mean, sir.” The postman tentatively takes a step forward, eyes honed onto the Devil for any sign of movement that would presumably send him running like the wind. After detecting no threat — or at least, as minimal of a threat as one such as Satan could pose — he quickly lays the letters down at Satan’s feet, holding out a clipboard and pen towards Satan gingerly. “N-now, would you please sign here to declare that y-you’ve received your mail?”

The second Satan manages to scrawl what should resemble a signature onto the space indicated — it’s not as if he’s ever needed to write, that’s Lucifer’s job as the accountant — the postman snatches everything back and disappears in literal seconds. Satan watches the man’s rapidly receding back and contemplates how he made his way into Hell in the first place.

After he’s certain the postman’s long gone, Satan picks up the stack of letters thoughtfully wrapped in a length of twine string. “Letters for me, huh.” he mutters as he picks apart the knot, dumping the five envelopes onto his lap.

For lack of a better term, they were all covered with the brightest colours that a crayon could conjure. And they were all labeled in the shaky handwriting of children who have just mastered how to write their first letters. 

tO sAtAn, the envelopes proudly declared, in various colors. Unable to hold back his curiosity, the Devil slit open one of the envelopes with a pitch-black fingernail and glanced at the letter within.

dEar saTan, the letter starts. mY name iS EmiLY, aNd i am 6 YERs Od. (It took a few moments to adjust his eyes to the assorted sizes of the letters. ivv bEN a GOOd GIRL THis YER, aN i wOULd ReeLy LUvE a pupy fR CRissmass! pRETTY pLEasE?  YOU COULd COmE OvER aNd pLay wiTH HER, two!   Satan finds his lips cracking into a smile as he decides the brown coloured blob on the bottom of the page is most probably a drawing of a dog. 

Picking up the other letters, he opens them more eagerly, devouring the content within like a man who’s been deprived of water for a long time. Except, he doesn't exactly need water to survive (demon and all) but that’s beside the point. Timmy would like an action figurine (whatever that was), Ann wanted a new teddy, and the other two letters were written in penmanship that the Devil simply couldn’t decipher, even when he took out his reading glasses and squinted at the crayon scribbles so intensely the letter nearly went up in flames. 

And no, the Devil certainly did not accidentally singe a hole into one of the letters in the process. 

“LUCIFER! I DEMAND YOU READ THIS FOR ME, THIS INSTANT.” 

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Out of everything he’s put up with over the past few centuries — not that Santa would ever admit that he was ancient — getting ambushed by a cloud of ash and sulphur was definitely a first. And that was saying something, considering how often he’s been tripped up by a devious string of bells wrapped around the kitchen in a childish attempt to catch him out during the job. And just don’t mention the cookies and milk. Santa didn’t know who started the ridiculous notion that he’d like twenty million cups of milk and double the amount of chocolate cookies during one night, considering how they’d forgotten one crucial fact: he was lactose intolerant. Also, who in the world in their right minds would think one man would be able to stomach enough cookies to sustain a small army in one night? Ridiculous.

Well, there was a reason why Santa didn’t sneak into houses via the chimney anymore. Not that Satan seemed to care, that is.

Santa blinks. Wiping the soot off his glasses to the best of his ability, he squinted hard at the figure in front of him, internally wincing at the scolding Mrs. Claus would definitely give him for getting his suit dirty again. That was Satan, all right, with an innocent ‘deer in the headlights’ look that had no business being on his face. 

“What are you doing here, Satan?” he asks, furiously wiping his glasses, as if he’ll be able to banish the sight of the Devil in a crude mimicry of his own outfit. Satan shrugged nonchalantly, with a grin so big Santa half expects to be eaten whole. It certainly looked… ominous. The barely disguised, unadulterated glee behind was even more so.

“I’ve been asked to deliver some Christmas presents!” he chirps, and Santa swears, if Satan’s smile was creepy, Satan chirping was horribly terrifying. Had he managed to overthrow God or something? He should just— wait. 

What?

“Little Emily has specifically requested for me, so you can just move along,” Satan says smoothly, leading Santa to the door. 

Santa finds himself standing next to his reindeer — who are coincidentally having a staring match with Cerberus and Hades, who are somehow perched on the roof — when he finally processes what’s going on — oh no. 

Immediately, he runs back into the house, making sure not to wake up the inhabitants of the house when he proceeds to have a whispering match with the Devil.

“Look, Satan,” he starts, trying his best to be reasonable. “You don’t have to strain yourself like this. I’m sure I can manage to cover the five kids who’ve accidentally written your name on their letter on my rounds. How about you just head back to Hell and, I don’t know, take a dip in one of your lava pools?” He was interrupted by a barely suppressed growl and oh, that was why people don’t usually like Satan; he mused as he was confronted by a rapidly reddening face and glaring red eyes. 

“She wrote to me, Santa.” Satan hisses, waving a piece of paper that’s somehow singed in a corner and covered with crayon but the word ‘sAtAN’ is vaguely distinguishable in the top left corner. “Me.” Satan puffed his chest out in childish triumph. “Not you.”

Santa sighs, pinching his nose with a still soot-covered hand. Of course, this would happen.

“This happens every year, alright?” he says in an attempt to pacify the beast. “Some kid misspells my name, and the post office is usually smart enough to redirect it my way. One of them must have slipped up this year, and that’s why this happened.” 

This, however, seems to be the wrong thing to say, as steam metaphorically — or is it literally? — starts pouring out of the Devil’s pointed ears.

Santa quickly decides that he’s not paid enough to deal with Satan on top of delivering presents to another couple million houses before dawn — and that’s already five minutes he could’ve used to get that done wasted — and so he just roughly jerks the basket out of Satan’s hand before ruffling through his sack — a little girl would probably love a doll or something — when sharp needle like teeth latch onto the hand that was holding the basket.

Satan watches calmly as Santa frantically pries the teeth of the small creature off his finger.

“Down, pup.” he says once he’s decided Santa has had enough punishment — the insolent brat — and the creature obediently lets go, diving back into the basket before Santa can see what it is.

“It’s just a puppy,” Satan says soothingly. “Nothing wrong with that, right?”

“I suppose.” Santa concedes as he bandages his bleeding finger. “Now, no giving them anything inappropriate, alright? Or I’ll make sure never to let a single letter reach you again, no matter how many typos there are. Deal?”

Santa’s never seen the Devil grin so widely before. And so, he reluctantly allows Satan to leave his present at the Christmas tree. He supervises as Satan carefully leaves wrapped presents that look somewhat safe — a plastic sword, a teddy bear, a few figurines — under others. 

At last, all the houses have been visited and dawn is peeking across the horizon. Santa lays sprawled across a particularly overgrown roof as he watches the sunrise with his reindeer — and never in a million years would he ever imagine — Satan, Hades and Cerberus, who’s still staring at Rudolf, growling.

“This was a good year,” he says, satisfied with his work. After all, he managed to deliver all the presents, and on top of that, Satan didn’t burn anything down! It was an accomplishment in itself. “Next year, if you want, I’ll teach you how to make gifts, so you don’t have to buy them from stores.”

“Buy gifts?” Satan looks at him quizzically. “Why would I have to do that? I’ve practically got everything they could ask for stowed away somewhere in Hell. A sword was just plain easy. I did have to bribe Hephaestus to make some of the figurines, but it’s pure luck that Cerberus’ kit had pups this year.”

Santa feels a sinking sensation in his stomach as he processes this. 

“You did WHAT?!”

-vrei.essor

[devildomdoofus]

“Wheely Cool” - Part 2

“Wheely Cool” - Part 1 (brothers)

Author’s Note:

What a way to start off with the Undateables, huh?! I’m SO proud that it’s over Heelys... but also terrified because I‘m dreadful at writing things for them (well, the brothers too, come to think of it) 😣 it’s just.. my own headcanons for them clash with how I’d like for you guys to see them and both of those things clash wITH HOW/WHO THEY ACTUALLY ARE AND- sorry, I’m rambling and complaining 😅

But I hope you all can enjoy what I have for the Undateables so far and look forward to how I improve with them over the future! ❤️

Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THIS LOVE AND SUPPORT!! I’ll be sure to do something in return for such kindness ❤️

- DevildomDoofus

👹Diavolo:

Heelys, you say? How very interesting. Please, do elaborate!

If there was a unique invention from the human world and you were interested in it, he was interested. Especially when they seemed so fascinating! Shoes with wheels that pop in and out? Incredible! He had to know more!

When you were telling him about the shoes, the history behind them, their integration into ‘pop culture,’ the memes about them, etc., he was hanging on to your every word.

Yes, he knew about roller skates and rollerblades, but not Heelys. Heelys were a different ballpark. But by the three realms he was going to try them for himself!

Immediately, he had Barbatos order him Akuzon truck loads of Heelys. For himself, for you, for the demon brothers, purgatory hall, the entire school, even Barbatos. He wanted EVERYONE to give them a try.

To be certain that all would participate, he issued a mandatory, all day class on Heelys, describing it as a well needed crash course on Human History.

Sometimes it’s fun being a prince.

First time with them on, he wibbled and wobbled for a few moments before finally getting a good grasp on the technique... and now, he was about to make it everyone’s problem.

Barbatos could feel a migraine approaching..

Diavolo never walked anywhere for a very, VERY long time. It was always him rolling through the doorway with a big smile on his face or scooting up to a group of his fellow, ‘higher up’ associates as their eyes grew wide at him. If he saw you wheeling through the hallways, he’d go toes up, roll your way, and high five you with a follow up of finger guns. He felt on top of the world.

Poor Barbatos had to do the same and use Heelys as his new work shoes.

Sorry Barbatos...

Diavolo thanked you for showing him this whole new world with even more truck load of deliveries of Heelys/Heelys accessories.

⏳Barbatos:

Sincerest apologies, but what might these Heelys be?

Showing him the pair that you had, you explained what they were in full detail and hoped that such a thing didn’t come off as ridiculous to an ancient demon butler who’s probably seen some pretty strange, human inventions over the years... maybe this wouldn’t sound so strange after all?

Unfortunately, it did, but it was for the same reasons as some of the other demons. He saw no use for such a thing when his own pair of feet worked just fine and he had incredibly powerful abilities involving time... needless to say, he’s a punctual man.

except for that ONE time

Heelys serve him no purpose.

He respectfully declines using them himself but is delighted that you have such a unique hobby. Plus, he thinks you look rather charming and happy, wheeling about wherever you pleased.

It made him happy too.

However, Diavolo inevitably caught wind of your cool, new pair of shoes and wanted to be involved.

Which led to Diavolo getting himself a pair.

and that led to him forcing Barbatos to do the same.

At first, they were highly inconvenient as they certainly didn’t allow him to go about his duties as gracefully as he did before, since there were now these chunky shoes with unsteady wheels attached to his feet.

As he was getting used to the new attire, he would often falter and spill things, break objects, or cause other types of destruction while also learning how to go about his daily routines with his shoes and feet constantly betraying him. It was a bit of a nuisance but nothing he couldn’t handle.

He’s dealt with far worse.

Over time, though, he had grown accustomed to them and somewhat appreciated their convenience when he wanted to get from point A to point B a little quicker.

Still, he prefered his original pairs of shoes because they were steady and didn’t weigh his feet down as much.

He asked Diavolo if he could return to his original attire. Diavolo allowed it but with a big pout on his face.

Barbatos thanked you for teaching him about Heelys and was honored to be a part of such an experience.

Just, please... don’t ask him to do it again.

🕊Simeon:

Sorry? Heelys? What does that mean?

Ahhh, how interesting. Humans come up with some of the most strangest and fascinating things.

He observed with curious eyes and an intrigued smile on his face as you explained and then demonstrated what Heelys were. He took the pair you offered him and examined them thoroughly. Finally, he looked back to you and asked politely, “May you teach me?”

Once he laced himself up and straightened out, you took his hand and led him forward, teaching him the ways of Heelys. Whenever he’d start to wobble, he’d chuckle a bit and then apologize for gripping your fingers so tightly.

Eventually, Simeon got the hang of them and could scoot around on his own as gracefully as he walked.

Luke watched as his fellow angel rolled around with his toes up and eyed him in awe... and a little bit in jealousy.

Of course, you had to get Luke a pair and teach him.

Before long, you three could be seen scooting down hallways, up and down streets, and doing little tricks all over the place. Wherever you went, you rolled.

And it made the brothers become green with envy

Or in this case, orange.

Simeon enjoyed Heelys enough to buy all three of you a matching set that had miniature angel wings on the sides of the shoes and wheels that lit up yellow, imitating the brightness of a halo.

He appreciated that you shared something like this with him and Luke and hoped that it would bring you three closer together.

👼🏻Luke:

Huh? Is that a human thing?

Whoa, no way!!

To say that he was shaking with excitement as you demonstrated what Heelys were, would be an understatement. The way you wheeled around so effortlessly and how cool you looked doing it? It made him want a pair of his very own.

He felt and looked like a kid on Christmas.

Please, please, please, PLEASE teach him?!

He eagerly slipped on some Heelys and waited impatiently for your demonstration. You pointed your toes up on one foot and pushed off with the other, letting it follow suit once you got some speed. Luke watched and tried his best to imitate it, but slipped and fell to the ground.

Ugh! It was too hard! and you made it look so easy...

This time, you took both of his hands in yours and told him to lift his toes up enough to let the wheels do the work as you pulled him along.

Hey! He’s doing it, he’s really doing it!

After a few attempts, he was able to move on his own, for the most part, and could even do basic turns.

Stopping was a different story but who’s counting?

Every once in a while he’d slip or bump into things because he was going way too fast and couldn’t stop, but he was far too excited to stop.

Immediately he scooted off in a wobbly fashion to show Simeon how cool he looked.

He ended up running into him, knocking them both to the floor. Simeon just laughed because Luke looked way too adorable when he was this happy and excited.

From then on, Luke would roll wherever he wanted to go, with Simeon being close by to catch him just in case he was about to crash into something or someone.

If Simeon couldn’t be around, you were in charge of ‘Puppy Duty’. But whenever Luke would look at you with those sparkling eyes filled with pure joy because of the gift you had given him of Heelys and wouldn’t stop thanking you for them, it didn’t seem like so much of a chore anymore.

🔮Solomon:

Ahhh, a person of culture. You have Heelys too?

In that case, what would you say to a little friendly competition?

Maybe it was the sophisticated way that Solomon carried himself or the insightful way that he spoke but... you didn’t really picture Solomon as a Heelys kind of guy?

Then again, this is Solomon we’re talking about. He probably has a Skipit, a Furby, Moon Shoes, and who knows what else, hidden away somewhere... you bet he had a Nokia, for sure!

Still, how did he know about Heelys in the first place?

The more you came to know of Solomon, the less it felt like you actually did.

So about that competition...

Fine, but what of the wager?

Solomon smirked and suddenly a feeling of uneasiness settled in your stomach.The words left his lips and you went stiff.

A date?!

Whatever could the counter wager be?!

A week with unlimited use of all of Solomon’s powers, huh?

DEAL.

You two stationed yourselves at one end of a very long hall with Asmo standing just ahead, two silk clothes in his hands, held above his head to imitate the ‘initiator’ at a drag race. The brothers, Simeon and Luke, even Diavolo and Barbatos showed up to watch how the race would unfurl.

Asmo gave the signal and off you went, making your way towards the finish line. Within seconds, Solomon started catching up to you and soon got a few feet ahead.

A date with the sorcerer was a couple of meters away and you were getting nervous.

That’s when a jealous Mammon panicked and pretended to faint, falling right onto Solomon’s side of the hall and dragging an angry Levi along with him. Solomon was about to hop over them with ease until he saw Beelzebub reaching for a piece of candy that was tossed out by Belphegor and had to put on the breaks to swerve around, slowing him down.

You were now catching up.

Still ahead of you, though, and getting closer to the finish line, Solomon was making headway...

Until Satan feigned anger towards his meddling brothers and punched a giant, gaping hole in the floor, right in Solomon’s way. Having taken notice, Lucifer leaped to shield Solomon from Satan’s wrath by flying in between them and using his wings from his demon form to block Solomon’s path..for ‘protection’, of course. Solomon had no choice but to stop as quickly as he could, taking a hard tumble to the floor and letting you zoom past him.

You made it over the finish line and from the other side of the hall, Asmo shouted “MC is the winner!”

For a moment, Solomon thought he could hear all of the brothers simultaneously sigh with relief.

Well... a deal was a deal.

But that didn’t stop Solomon from wanting rematch after rematch, just waiting for the day that he wins and gets a chance at what he’s wanted for a long time...

[asmosmainhoe]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN??????? HELL YEAAAHHHH okay so please please please do the boys reacting to an MC bringing home an animal! Whether just picking up a stray kitten or waltzing through the front door with a fricking ostrich idk I just think they would have the best reactions

I would do that 100%

I mean how can you say no to a stray animal?

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MC brings home an animal

Gender neutral MC

Warnings: none

The brothers were sitting in the living room. It was one of those rare moments where they all spent time together. Well, "spent". Everyone was doing something entirely else.

Lucifer sat next to the fireplace and simply enjoyed the warmth. Mammon and Levi were on their phones. Satan was reading a book while Asmo painted his nails. Belphie fell asleep on the couch a while ago and Beel ate leftovers.

Everything was peaceful in the House of Lamentation until a certain exchange student came home with a new family member. You stormed through the double doors of the lounge.

"Look, guys!", you exclaimed excitedly and held up a puppy. Satan was the first to be on his feet and hurried over to you. "MC, what is that?", Lucifer asked visibly annoyed. You shot him a toothy grin.

"It's a puppy!", you answered laughing like a kid on christmas. "I was on my way home and saw this poor baby all alone on the sidewalk."

The puppy pressed himself against your side when you sat down onto the couch. All of the brothers were interested in the small animal. Even Belphegor woke up. Satan left to get food from the kitchen for the dog.

"He's a bit big for a puppy.", Belphegor commented through a yawn. "Let's call him Henry 3.0!", Leviathan called out.

"No way! He should have a cool name. Mammon for example!", said the second eldest and earned a punch from Asmodeus. "That's a dumb name. How do you even know the puppy is a he?", the beautiful demon asked.

Satan came back and began to feed the puppy. "Who is a good boy? Yes, you are!", he cooed. Lucifer had a frown on his face and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"We won't keep it." His tone made it very clear that he won't let anyone disagree with him. You looked at him and did your best puppy eyes.

"But I wanna keep him. Pretty please with a cherry on top." He shook his head.

"First of all, we don't have time or space for a pet. Second, this isn't a dog. It's a wolf."

You blinked, shocked about the news. "What do you mean it's a wolf?", you asked confused. "What does it matter? He's still a good boy.", Satan said. His eyes were glued to the dog.

"We can't keep a wolf. A regular wolf maybe, but not one from the Devildom. It's not safe for MC.", Lucifer argued. You waved with your hand. "Oh please! How tall can that little baby wolf get?"

"About as tall as Cerberus."

You held the puppy up in front of your face. That can't be possible can it? For such a small being to become as tall as the three headed hellhound. The puppy licked your nose and it felt like as if your heart was about to explode into a million pieces.

"Let me keep it! Only for now. If I can't handle it I'll find another owner for it." You held the wolf close as if it was the most precious treasure in all the three realms.

All of the brothers looked at Lucifer expectantly. He massaged his temples and sighed. "Fine, but the moment I see that this wolf becomes threat I want him out. Have I made myself clear?"

You all cheered. "We need a name!"

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Snow

A/N: Who would’ve thought I was actually going to post today haha. Anyway, here it is and I hope you have an amazing time, filled with happiness and love for the holidays (and every other day of course). But be sure that you’ll be hearing from me again, at least one more time before Christmas lol. Enjoy :) Critique and comments are welcome :) Word count: 1.2 K+ Warnings: a little bit of language, nothing too bad

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You just met Sam after three weeks, time in which he had been away in Europe, for touring. Now the two of you were in your car and the music faintly playing in the background. Outside was cold like hell to be honest, even though there was a shitload of snow covering the streets and people’s yards.

As you stepped behind the steering wheel, you took of your warm hat and threw it on the backseat and did the same thing to your gloves. You knew that poor Sammy must’ve been exhausted from the travelling and playing and he was most likely jet-lagged, even though he wouldn’t admit it for nothing in the world.

“Come on, babe,” he pleaded, looking at you with puppy eyes.

Damn you Samuel Kiszka and your cute face, you thought as you looked over to him. He knew you couldn’t resist when he pulled off that face. “Fine. But when you feel the slightest bit of tiredness, you tell me and we stop,” you tell him and point your finger at him and boop his nose earning a laugh from the boy wrapped in a knitted Christmas sweater made by your mom.

“I won’t be tired. I am not tired, I’m telling you! I am totally capable of bringing a couple of boxes from the garage and helping you with the Christmas tree,” he flashed you a smile as you put in the key and started the engine of your car.

The music was still playing softly in the background. Maybe it was a little too soft, because while you were focusing on the frozen (and dangerous) road ahead and keeping conversation to a minimum, Sammy was resting his head on the window and eventually fell asleep.

It wasn’t that much of a drive back home. Once you pulled in the driveway of the house you shared with Sam, you noticed him peacefully sleeping and smiled to yourself.

You didn’t want to wake him up, considering he was tired as hell, but you also knew that now, once you turned off the car engine, the car was going to cool down and sleepy Sammy was going to catch a cold, so you decided to turn the volume all the way up. All you had to do was sit back and observe with a smile in which was hidden childish mischief how Sam slightly jumped at the increasing volume.

“You know, you could’ve just called me, I wasn’t sleeping. I was just… resting my eyes for a little bit.”

“As you say, babe,” you answer him with an innocent look on your face as you reach over and peck his lips.

After Sam’s stuff was all inside and both you and him changed into way more comfortable clothes, Sam went outside, to the garage, as he promised, to bring inside a couple of boxes filled with Christmas decorations.

You watched him from the window in your living room. Snow was falling heavily, but it all seemed so peaceful. So quiet. You actually enjoyed when it snowed, you just didn’t like the aftermath of it – the frozen roads, the fallings on the sidewalk, those kind of things.

“Hey bud,” you heard Sam’s cheerful voice as you walked out the door, wrapped in a warm winter jacket and the same hat that you’ve thrown earlier on the backseat.

“Hiya Sammy,” you heard the voice of the little boy living next door. “You are back.”

“Yes, I’m back buddy, and I am going to be here for a while,” Sam smiled at him. Tod was the boy’s name. Tod’s ocean blue eyes brightened up as he heard Sam’s words. The two of them were like besties. On some summer days, they’d play football all evening and Sam would bring him to your home and show him some records or a certain tune and he tried to teach young Tod how to play the clavinet.

You were just resting against the door frame now, looking in awe at your boyfriend. You were head over heels in love with him and he never ceased to amaze you and warm your heart with his kindness, love and generosity. You were so damn lucky.

“Look Sammy, it’s Y/N!” Tod laughed loudly and pointed at you.

“Hiya Tod,” you speak to him as you move from the door frame, closer to Sam, right in front of the fence that separated you and the little boy.

“Tod, here you were,” you heard his mom’s voice, followed by a relieved sigh. “I’ve been searching for the little one over here for the past five minutes. Come on, we need to get to the doctor,” she spoke to you then to her son.

As they both waved you goodbye, you turned to Sam, whose face was half buried underneath a scarf.

“God, I love you so much, Sammy,” you speak up with a smile on your lips.

“Turns out that speaking to kids is such a turn-on, am I right?” he smirked and grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“I guess it is,” you shrug and peck his lips.

“That’s all I get for being able to talk to kids?” Sammy pouts as he lets go of you and kneels, grabbing a fist of snow.

“No. Don’t you dare,” you whisper and you see the words leaving your mouth and raising up into the cold air.

“Oh yeah, I do dare baby,” Sam laughs loudly as he models the snow into a small ball and throws it at you. It hits you in the shoulder.

“This is war,” you laugh as you crouch and make a couple of snowballs and wait for the ideal moment to throw them at Sammy.

You had this snow fight for about half an hour. Both Sammy’s and your cheeks were red from all the running around and especially from the cold around you, stinging at any uncovered piece of skin. You were breathing heavily as you let yourself fall into the cold, yet fluffy snow.

Once the initial shock of the cold wears out, snow turns out to be kind of warm. Like a blanket. Sam falls next to you as well and you both start laughing as loud as your lungs allowed you. You didn’t get the chance to simply fool around and forget all about your duties for a long time now and this felt so damn good. Laughing, running, playing.

You turned your head and you looked at Sammy, who did the same thing.

“I love you, Y/N,” he spoke softly and you rolled in the snow over to him, in his arms. If the snow was so cozy, now you were even cozier, in Sam’s arms.

You spent a few more minutes like that, in complete silence, and afterwards you went inside and briefly washed your hair and dried it and Sam did the same thing.

“God, I am so tired,” Sam finally admitted as you walked out of the bathroom dressed in your Christmas pajamas and red socks with reindeers on them.

You smirked a little, knowing that you were right all along, but kept it to yourself though and decided to put on display a pout. “And I wanted to make hot chocolate and watch some Netflix.”

“Never too tired to that,” Sammy objected and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Great, you can start searching for the movie, I am going to make the hot chocolate. Want any gingerbread?” you ask as you rest your forehead against his.

Sammy hummed against your lips and once he pulled away, he jumped on the couch, underneath a tiny blanket. “I’m already on it, babe.”

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[weiamilikethis]

Jinhoo and the Mistletoe

Genre: Fluff, Steamy

Word Count: 2,000 (what kind of sorcery…)

A/N: Since you guys liked “How likely is Up10tion to kiss you under the mistletoe” so much I’ve decided to go off on little scenarios for all the members. Hopefully this goes well, even though my writing is shit 

 - Admin Ania 

Jinhoo’s POV

In the few days leading up to Christmas I always ask Y/N to come over so we can spend time alone and get caught up. Since I’m busy most of the year with work and she’s on campus more often than not, you can see why we don’t get together that often. This year I tend to make it extra special for her since her family isn’t around to celebrate the holidays. As per usual I call Y/N, asking her to come over around dinner time. I try to distract her as much as I can during the holidays, having her over at the dorm is always enjoyable.

“Hey hyung, when is she gonna get her tonight??”

A head of pink hair and puppy eyes pops from around the corner: Xiao, our youngest and somehow least spry member of the group. 

“Yeah, you didn’t tell us when dinner was so that we could all scram.”

Hwanhee: the little spawn of Satan himself, shows up right after Xiao. Wearing a big grin on his face as he slings an arm over the younger, but also somehow taller, boy. I roll my eyes at them as I stand up to check on Kogyeol, Bitto, and Gyujin who are working on dinner for tonight. The kids fall in line behind me, once we get to the kitchen I find that the three have completed more than I had anticipated. Even Xiao and Hwanhee, who have gone to attack the three, are surprised that so much is done.

“Jesus you guys waste no time in the kitchen do you?”

“You really doubt us too much Hwan.”

Bitto rolled his eyes at the younger before shoving a spoon in his mouth, then waits patiently for the response. Hwanhee takes a second to realize that it was soup then nods his head in excitement, saying that it tastes good and how Y/N will love it. I sometimes forget how strange they can be and other times it’s something I can never forget. Soon Xiao is tugging at Kogyeol’s arm to ask him a question, which none of us hear, then runs off with Hwanhee to God who knows where.

“Hey, don’t bother anyone and don’t break anything please!”

“No promises hyung!”

They run down the hall after my warning, I know they won’t remember it at all. With a sigh I sit down at the counter and watch the three cook peacefully. Gyujin is the first to respond to my out of the blue sigh, and clearly, he’s not going to let it go without an answer. The others continue their work but listen intently as they do so, it’s the way their ears slightly twitch that tells me they’re paying attention.

“What’s wrong? Are you rethinking things with Y/N?”

“No Gyujin, it’s not that.”

“Well then…”

Gyujin glanced around the room, from Kogyeol to Bitto then to me, and still was debating if he should say what he wanted to.

“Are you worried about what we’ll do after dinner?”

“I just feel bad for asking so much of you guys and then… telling you all to leave right after.”

Kogyeol put down the knife he brandished to cut the garlic and gave me a rather serious gaze. Now, he’s not known for his speeches but when he gives them they often help a lot more than people think.

“Jinhoo, if we thought you were being rude or asking too much we would have flat out said no to you. Stop worrying about us because we’ll be fine. Worry about Y/N and the kiss under the mistletoe that happens on Christmas Eve, which is today by the way.”

He swiftly turned around and went back to cutting garlic while Gyujin brought his attention back to the soup. Bitto nodded his head in agreement but then, he paused midway through grabbing the rice cooker to look at me. I gazed at him quizzically since I wasn’t sure why he was acting like this.

“You know hyung, she’s more important right now. Tomorrow you can be our overly worried but loving leader.”

Without another word, from any of them, they went back into their world of food and preparation for tonight. To be honest, they all have a point: I should be more worried about Y/N tonight rather than them. However, they’re my best friends and I don’t want to dismiss their feelings. I decided that it was better for me to get things ready for Y/N and I, rather than go around worrying about everyone. Quickly, I made my way to our storage closet to grab the mistletoe so that I could hang it. Kogyeol is always right about when things happen, which doesn’t always make sense itself.

Two hours later Y/N gets to our dorm and Kuhn answers it, pulling her in for a hug. I watch from the hallway, waiting until everyone has greeted her so that I could be the last one. As I watched the interactions I was interrupted by a hand being placed on my shoulder. From the finger length, to the weight, I knew it was Wooshin who stood next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a small smile on his face, probably partly out of seeing my worried facial expression and partly because he was happy to see Y/N.

“Tonight, you aren’t our leader; there is no giant stage, it’s just us: a family.”

His hand left my shoulder and the next thing I knew he was greeting Y/N with a giant smile, ruffling her hair gently. I saw her eyes glow with happiness then I heard her laugh; the thing that never failed to make my heart skip a beat. She’s a wonderful person and more importantly a wonderful influence in our lives. Before I know it, she’s asking all the guys one question.

“Where’s Jinhoo?”

I quickly walk to the entry, but before I can even so much as wave hello Y/N throws herself on me. We fall to the floor, me more so in pain while she’s having the time of her life as she laughs at my surprised expression. She stands up quickly then pulls me to my feet as well and only then does she hug me properly. Wei and Kogyeol stand next to each other snickering in the corner. Luckily, I don’t have to glare at them since Y/N beat me to the punch and the two of them shut up immediately.

“Okay, let’s have dinner so we can let these guys have their time together.”

Kuhn states bluntly, but with a kind of eagerness in his voice as he gently pushes everyone to the table. I didn’t honestly think he’d be trying to help me kick himself out but I guess he and the others have things to do. More likely; he and Kogyeol have some things to do while everyone else goes off on their own adventures. Dear lord I hope they don’t burn down the city because I really don’t know how I would pay for that. I also don’t know how I would explain that to our manager once it came to fruition.

They guys wasted no time in eating, before I knew it everyone had exited the dorm in five minutes flat. That left Y/N and I to our own activities for the evening, which I couldn’t be more excited for. Earlier I had Kogyeol hang some mistletoe around the dorm, specifically in places I knew she and I would be. I grabbed her plate along with mine and brought our dishes to the kitchen, which had been cleaned within the rush to get out. Seeing the kitchen left in such a state is really odd for us, seeing as how we either never use it or we leave everything out.

Y/N come up behind me then leaned against the wall to the entry of the kitchen and watched me clean for a bit. A peaceful silence filled the air between us as I cleaned, only the sound of running water could be heard. I finished after half an hour, turned around, and found her standing in the same place still but looking down at her phone. Whenever she’s focused on something her eyes soften while her body stiffens. That’s how she stood in front of me before I brought her back to reality with a kiss on the head. Y/N smiled up at me then her gaze went just a little higher than my eyes.

“Oh… Jinhoo…”

Glancing up above us, I noticed the small branch of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling: Kogyeol. Even though I had told him to put it in a place that we would be together, I never would have thought he’d put one in the kitchen entry. I looked back at Y/N to see her reaction and to no surprise she was blushing a light shade of pink. She looked really cute in that moment but some part of me wanted to wait for her consent before I moved a muscle. Sensing my hesitance, she stepped a bit closer to me, her eyes still moving up toward the hanging branch above us.

“Mistletoe.”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all.”

I wrapped my arms around her, gently pulling her closer to my body and suddenly I felt as though the world around us had disappeared. Y/N kept her eyes just below my gaze, she was getting shy, which surprised me since we’ve kissed so many times before. I lifted her head up to see her eyes as they glowed in the low lighting. Without much thought, I brought our lips together and closed my eyes; it was soft, delicate, and passionate, just like her. I breathed in her scent as we stood there, faint traces of lilac hung in the air.

I felt her hands creep up my chest with an undertone of the utmost shyness she’s ever expressed around me. Pressing her closer to me I felt her breath hitch in her throat for a moment before relaxing in my arms once again. While I couldn’t see her, I knew she still had her eyes wide open so I did the one thing that I knew would get them to shut. I kept up the pace my lips moved at, slow and deep, then brushed my tongue over her bottom lip. That did it; her eyes closed instantly, I knew she was getting more relaxed in our current position.

A one point a small, maybe, moan escaped her throat as I continued to run my tongue over her lip. That let me know I could go a little further with her so I slipped it in her mouth and instantly hers came to greet mine. Initially her touch was gentle, even if we had done this plenty of times before she was still nervous. With that in mind I brought a hand to her cheek, tilting her head more so she could have better access; I let her take control of our mouths. She never fails to surprise me with her kisses: loving but slightly needy after a good fifteen minutes.

Our tongues fought against each other, somewhere in us we knew this was a battle for whatever happened next. Y/N did something in that moment, something that I never thought she would ever do with me. Her lips pulled away from mine just enough that I could feel the very tips of them before she grabbed my bottom lip with her teeth and pushed me against the wall. I heard her chuckle as my eyes shot open from the sudden impact of the wall and her sudden burst of confidence, though I have to say I rather enjoy her this way.

“I think you’ve teased me enough Y/N, why don’t I return the favor?”

I quickly took her hand in mine and brought her to my bedroom; the evening wouldn’t be ending anytime soon.