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orangesaek · 1 year

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Since it’s Christmas, Merry Christmas btw 🥰 maybe bff reader x jaehyun who secretly crushes on each other and ends up below a mistletoe during a party 🥹

OMG although it's late, but Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones! Happy New Year 🤍 thanks so much for your request, and so sorry it took so long 🥲 anyway, I hope you see this and let me know if you liked it 💕

warnings: mentions of alcohol and some light cussing lol again, nothing serious! safe for minors 🤍

a/n: slightly proofread

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It was Christmas Eve, and Chenle has invited everyone to his house for a small party. With his mom flying back to Shanghai to attend a very important business meeting, Chenle had the entire house all to himself. And although not everyone in NCT was able to come over since they also had other plans with their family, he was still happy to have at least some of his hyungs with him.

Including you, Jaehyun's bestfriend since middle school, who had also become one of Chenle's treasured friends over the years.

"Hyung, be careful." Ten gently reminded Yuta, who was assigned to chop up the vegetables along with Yangyang.

"Hai~ thank you." Yuta responded, his eyes focused on the cucumber in front of him.

Everybody was actually busy doing something as soon as you arrived. Some of the guys put up the decorations for the party, some set up the Christmas tree, and some of them prepared the food.

Meanwhile, you were assigned to take care of Chenle's one and only princess—Daegal.

"Is Jaehyun still not done with his schedule?" Johnny asked you as he came down from the ladder after being assigned to put up the Christmas lights in the living room along with Jeno, while Jungwoo, Hendery, and Ten decorated the Christmas tree.

"Not sure... he promised he'll be here before midnight, though." you answered. You looked at the time on your wristwatch before letting out a quiet sigh. It was already 9pm.

"Renjun's on the way! He said he's with Jaehyun," Winwin shouted from the kitchen before going back to seasoning the salmon.

You heaved a sigh of relief at the update, but quickly turned to look at Johnny, who had sat beside you to rest after putting up the Christmas lights for the past hour.

"I have a feeling we're gonna starve later." you chuckled, turning your head to the direction of the kitchen. Johnny chuckled as well.

"I know, right? Such a crazy group of people." he said before chuckling some more. "But as long as Kun and Doyoung is there to supervise, then everything's gonna be fine. At least I'm hoping..."

All of the least skilled in the kitchen were assigned to cook that night, and you couldn't help but worry for Chenle's house getting burned down to ashes on Christmas day.

"What are some of the Korean members doing here anyway?" you asked out of curiosity after seeing Doyoung, Jungwoo, Jeno, Haechan, and Jaemin.

Nearly all of the members present in Chenle's house were the foreigners (except Mark, who has his family in Korea), so you wondered why some of the Korean members were there and not with their families.

"Oh, I'm not sure about the other guys, but Doyoung and Jungwoo told me they had dinner with their families before coming here." Johnny answered as he stretched his arms wide and exhaled in satisfaction. It was partially a lie. They were there to help carry out Chenle's plan to get you and Jaehyun to confess your hidden feelings for each other.

Although Chenle was the only one who knew about your feelings for Jaehyun, the other members have already caught on even before he has told them anything. And they were also successful in making Jaehyun confess through an extreme drinking session not too long ago that he's actually in love with you. Thanks to Haechan's shenanigans.

"Guys, I'm gonna start the grill outside!" Jaemin announced.

"Let me help." you kindly offered, still holding Daegal in your arms. Jaemin shook his head lightly and smiled at you.

"Noona, thank you, but I got this." he said before opening the sliding door that lead to the backyard. "But you can come watch if you're bored!"

You hopped on your feet and quickly followed Jaemin outside. You found it fascinating how he effortlessly started the fire and grilled the meat.

"My father taught me how to grill meat properly," he answered when you asked him where he learned to grill.

"Sorry i'm late." a familiar voice suddenly said. You turned around to see Jaehyun standing by the doorframe, hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.

You returned his smile and walked towards him in excitement, with Daegal still in your arms.

"Good to see you, hyung." Jaemin greeted quickly before turning his attention back to the grill. Jaehyun hummed in acknowledgement.

"How's my bestie doing? I missed you..." he said as he looked into your eyes. You felt your heart stop for a second, but just as you were about to respond, Jaehyun suddenly bent down and patted Daegal's head gently.

"My Daegal~ so cute!" he squealed as he softly bopped her nose with his index finger.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment and scoffed at him in disbelief. For a moment there, you really thought he was talking to you. And for the first time in your life, you were jealous of a dog.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," he chuckled with a teasing look on his face. "I was just kidding... kinda."

"I swear I would have already choked you if I wasn't holding Daegal right now." you said through gritted teeth.

"Ohhh~ kinky." he teased with a wink before putting his hands up in surrender after seeing you glower your eyes at him.

"Just kidding! Come on~" he chuckled some more before pulling you (and Daegal) in for a hug. "You know that I miss you the most." he quietly said, but this time, he was sincere.

You stayed quiet, slowly melting into his warm embrace.

"I hate being single." Jungwoo blurted, shaking his head as he passed behind Jaehyun, carrying a box of decors.

Jaehyun let go of you (much to your dismay) and let out a light chuckle.

"Let's get inside," he said, slinging his arm on your shoulders to pull you inside with him.

The two of you went over to the kitchen to check the other guys, and Jaehyun glanced at you with a worried look on his face.

"It's going to be okay," you mouthed to him before chuckling quietly, knowing exactly what he's thinking. "Doyoung and Kun are helping them. There's Chenle, too."

"Were there any changes in our plan?" Renjun asked quietly to the members sitting with him on the couch. Johnny, Ten, Jungwoo, Haechan and Hendery looked over to where you and Jaehyun were standing before turning their heads to look at Renjun.

"No, it's still the same." Jungwoo whispered.

"Yeah, Jeno put up the mistletoe over there earlier." Hendery whispered back as he pointed quickly to the mistletoe that was placed on one of the pendant lights above the kitchen counter. Perfectly hidden away.

Being a member of the 'poor eyesight group', Renjun had to squint his eyes to find it before letting out a gasp, to which Ten was quick to cover his mouth. He pulled Ten's hand away from him and checked his watch.

"But there's still a lot of time left. What if they end up finding it later?" Renjun asked in slight panic.

"That's why we need to start this party right now. I think the guys are almost done cooking anyway," Haechan whispered as he glanced to the kitchen. "We'll just have to keep those two distracted until then."

The other boys nodded in agreement.

"Hyung, noona~" Renjun called out (cutely) from the living room. You and Jaehyun (with Daegal now in his arms) whipped your heads and looked at the 6 boys.

"Come play Jenga with us!" Ten shouted. Jaehyun looked at you with a big smile on his face. It was one of his favorite games to play.

The two of you went over to them and Jungwoo patted the empty space between him and Johnny—your and Jaehyun's back facing away from the kitchen.

Unknown to you, the guys in the kitchen (namely Yuta, Winwin, Yangyang, Doyoung, Kun, and Chenle) exchanged knowing looks with a huge grin on their faces.

"They've commenced the plan," Kun whispered just enough for the guys to hear. "Let's finish this quick and join them."

"I'm gonna call the kids outside." Doyoung whispered back, giggling to himself as he made his way out of the kitchen and to the backyard where Jaemin and Jeno were.

Meanwhile, the 8 of you got pretty competitive and didn't even notice that you've been playing Jenga for more than an hour already.

Which means there's just a little over an hour left for the guys' plan to succeed.

"Okay, who wants to karaoke?" Doyoung asked as he walked over to the living room with the rest of the guys who have just finished cooking in the kitchen.

"Me!" Yangyang raised his hand in excitement, while the lot of you who were playing Jenga just hummed in response, too focused on the blocks of wood haphazardly stacked in front of you.

Everyone was having their own fun. Some exchanged turns in singing, some danced to the songs comically, and some (including you and Jaehyun) opted to play board games while laughing at the other guys' antics.

Chenle discreetly nudged Winwin (who was dancing like a drunk man next to Jungwoo) to look at the time. There was only less than 15 minutes left before midnight.

"Hyung, it's your time to shine." Chenle whispered. Winwin nodded and walked over to Jaehyun, kneeling to his side and lightly poking his shoulder.

Jaehyun put down his UNO cards and turned to face him.

"U-uhm," he stuttered nervously. "I was wondering if you could help us mix the drinks..."

Jaehyun was known around the group for being one of the best drinkers and one of the guys who actually knew how to create drinks.

"Sure, i'll just finish this round." he said. The other guys who heard his response, panicked.

"Hyung, we'll pause the game and wait for you and noona." Haechan said quickly.

You whipped your head to look at Haechan in shock.

"Me?" you pointed to yourself in disbelief. "I can't even make a simple glass of somaek for myself." you reasoned out.

"Then it's the perfect time you learn from the somaek master." Ten retorted. "Everything's already on the kitchen counter."

Jaehyun chuckled before standing up and dusting himself.

"Let's go, bestie." Jaehyun said as he offered his hand out to you. You sighed in defeat but took his hand anyway and walked (begrudgingly) to the kitchen.

As soon as your backs were turned, the guys cheered in silence, already feeling the success. Chenle looked at his watch and noted the remaining 10 minutes left.

"I still can't believe you suck at making somaek when i'm your bestfriend. Such a disappointment." Jaehyun said with a playful smirk on his lips as he opened a bottle of whiskey and some other drinks.

You let out a snort and handed him a measuring cup.

"I guess that means you failed as my bestfriend." you retorted. Jaehyun chuckled.

The two of you fell in comfortable silence as Jaehyun mixed the drinks and you assisted him. A soft smile fell on your lips when you looked at the guys having fun in the living room, singing and dancing their hearts out while the others munched on the snacks. Jaehyun secretly took a glance at you and chuckled.

"Something funny?" you asked accusingly as you turned your body to face him, one hand leaning on the counter and the other on your hip.

Jaehyun smiled, pouring some more alcohol into the mix.

"I just find you cute," he said, not looking at you. You blinked in surprise, feeling your heart skip a beat.

Jaehyun stopped what he was doing and put the ladel he used for mixing on the counter. It was his turn to face you, mirroring your body.

"You look like you've just seen the love of your life," he teased, looking straight into your eyes this time.

You could only respond with a snort and turned your attention back to fruits in front of you. You tried to ignore Jaehyun's stare, focusing on chopping up the fruits, when you suddenly felt his arms around your waist from the back.

"W-what are y—" you were about to protest when you felt his chin rest on your shoulder. You stood there frozen as Jaehyun let out a sigh.

"I was planning to get drunk before saying this, but anyway..." he started. "Remember how I've always received love confessions and gifts during Valentine's day when we were in school, but never dated any of them?"

You nodded slowly, remembering how Jaehyun was always on the receiving end of love but you have never witnessed him reciprocate any them at all. Not even once.

"And do you also remember when you got really drunk one time and called me on the phone in the middle of the night just to tell me that i'm a cold-hearted selfish jerk? And when I asked you why, you said it's because I never gave anyone a chance to really love me?"

You nodded again, slightly feeling embarrassed at the memory.

"Y-you know I never really meant that..." you said quietly, almost in a whisper. You could feel Jaehyun smiling.

"It doesn't matter," he lightly chuckled. "But do you know why I never gave my heart to anyone?" he asked.

"No..." you answered, shaking your head. He adjusted himself slightly, feeling his hug tighten, as if you were about to disappear suddenly if he loosened his hold on you.

"It's because of you," he sighed. You turned around to look at him in confusion. You weren't sure what he meant by that, or where the conversation was going.

"I-I don't... just what are you trying to say?" you asked, clearly puzzled.

"What I'm trying to say is that..." he answered as he held your hands in his, looking directly into your eyes with sincerity. "I can't give my heart to anybody else because you already have it. You've always had it."

You just blinked in response, unable to process everything he just said. Jaehyun softly smiled at you before gently pulling you in a hug.

"In other words, I like you," he said, his voice soft and full of sincerity. "More than just my bestfriend."

Despite your mind thinking it was just a dream, your heart swelled in happiness and you found yourself hugging him back.

"And here I was thinking it was one-sided all these years." you mumbled into the embrace.

Jaehyun let go of the hug and looked at you with a huge smile of relief.

"HURRY UP AND KISS!" Chenle shouted through the mic. You and Jaehyun looked at him and the other guys in utter confusion mixed with embarrassment. You totally forgot the guys were there as well, and have started wondering how much they have witnessed.

"HURRY! 10... 9... DAMN IT!" he shouted once more impatiently, and the rest of the guys have started counting as well.

You and Jaehyun faced each other with puzzled look on your faces before Doyoung abruptly took the mic from Chenle.

"THERE'S A GODDAMN MISTLETOE ABOVE YOU!" he shouted in frustration.

Jaehyun looked above, failing to find the mistletoe. He took a step back and finally found it hanging on the cover of one of the pendant lights. He gently pulled you to him and grinned.

"3...2..." the members counted. You blinked your eyes at Jaehyun, feeling your cheeks burn again from embarrassment.

"I love you," he said, holding your waist with one hand and the other gently lifting your chin up for a kiss. "and Merry Christmas." he mumbled into the kiss before taking your lips again.

- end.

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tokusaatsus · 1 year

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HELP IDK I JUST CAME BACK FROM A TRIP did I miss anyways getting caught under the mistletoe with natsume. I’m late so if this exceeds ur 5 requests limit pls delete it!

UNDER THE MISTLETOE

ft. sakasaki natsume

warnings: mentions of alcohol (spiked punch)

Christmas.

That time of year where magic blooms in the air, as snow coats the rooftops a glittering stardust-silver. Families and friends gather together to rejoice with their loved ones, to celebrate the almost-end of one year and the almost-start of the next.

Ensemble Square is no different.

Perhaps these Christmas parties, extravagant as they can be, are Tenshouin-senpai’s way of asking for forgiveness. And perhaps this easy acceptance is everyone else’s way of giving to him, on a night where all grudges are discarded, just for a few hours.

Still, that doesn’t mean certain people don’t take every opportunity to avoid your aforementioned blond senpai, even if it means retreating to the food tables and stirring the nearly half-empty punch bowl, the liquid a bright magenta colour. “I wouldn’t advise getting thIS.” Natsume says when he notices you walking closer. “I think someone spiked IT.”

“Good to know? But I actually came here for you.”

Natsume raises an eyebrow and wiggles his fingers in a ‘go on’ gesture.

“How long do you plan on avoiding Tensho–mmph!?”

“Don’t say his naME.” He hisses, looking around furtively. “What if he hears yOU?”

He’s not a demon, you want to say, a little irritable. But that would involve removing his hand from your mouth and you decide to take the…pettier route.

“EUGH!” Natsume yelps, yanking his hand back as he glares at you. “Did you just lick ME?”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can, a boisterous voice interrupts you. “Oho ☆ And what’s this? Two little lovers trying to sneak away from the party? How duplicitous! Terrible, terrible thing to do at a party, you know. Oh my… And what’s that above your head?”

“Wataru-niisAN.” Natsume sighs, looking exasperated.

Wataru ignores him, instead gesturing above your heads with a theatrical flourish. His voice rises, drawing the curious gazes of everyone in the immediate vicinity. “Behold! Mistletoe! Our dear Natsume has been caught, it seems. How amazing ☆!”

“Hibiki-senpai, what–?” Wataru gives you a wink, before he’s shoving you closer to Natsume. You stumble, and the redhead doesn’t miss a beat as he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. You place your hands flat against his chest.

“Come now, Natsume~ Don’t be shy.” Wataru hands you a rose, which you take with skeptically. “It’s a Christmas tradition!”

“Um, Hibiki-senpai, you’re causing a scene. Don’t force him…” You giggle awkwardly. “Besides, it’s not like he even wants to kiss me, haha…”

Natsume’s eyes narrow, catlike, and you feel a shiver go down your spine. When he looks at you like that–like he’s trying to figure you out–you freeze, deer in headlights. Except the headlights are Natsume’s molten honey gaze. “And what if I said I did want to kiss yOU?”

“Then I guess…” You hesitate, searching for an answer in his eyes. They soften, almost imperceptibly, but you notice. Your voice gets stronger. “I guess, you’ll just have to kiss me then.”

notes!

WC: 495 words

reze txt HI KAZE !! no dw u were def not late (i am tho sobs) but it’s not yet jan so. reze W :3 bcuz it’s still 2022 and it’s only been like. 6 days since xmas. ANYWAYS. this was a cute prompt and i hope i did it justice uwawaaaa I HOPE U ENJOYED UR TRIP BTW!! (london right?) kiss kiss mwah <33

#✒️…scribbles!#sakasaki natsume x reader #enstars x reader #sakasaki natsume #switch #enstars #esworks

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glass-windows · 5 months

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if you’re still open to taking requests, i would love a ‘mistletoe in a christmas party’ fic with any of the love is blind ships (amangela/shaynse/courtrasha) love your writing btw!

-baflegacy

i decided to go with courtney and arasha for this as i have been wanting to write courtney for a LONG time, but i intend to also write more for amangela and attempt shaynse in the future, so keep an eye out for that if you wish!

hopefully this isn't too rushed (it definitely is to some degree), i wanted to get something out before the end of the month. thank you for the prompt <3

Tell a Million Stories (1.1k)

There is no denying it anymore. Arasha likes Courtney and she has for months. Arasha is not used to keeping her feelings locked away for this long, so it is about time she does something about the butterflies fluttering in her stomach before her insanity drives her off the edge of the cliff. Not even her closest friends now about her little crush, let alone the people here. Arasha cannot handle it for another second.

Arasha sneaks Courtney away for a private gift exchange during the Smosh holiday party.

#gwwrites #requests #answered #baflegacy #courtney miller #arasha lalani #courtrasha

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mari-the-bimbo · 2 years

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Hi bestie I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourselve I saw your requests open and I was wondering for Dormate Gojo or Sukuna I think they would want us to dress up in a sexy Santa outfit or elf outfit for Christmas for the sake of their entertainment or just to tease us endlessly sorry is this sounds bad I am not good with words😣😖😞 love all your writing💖💕💗!!!!

Dorm mate Sukuna: making you wear a sexy Santa outfit

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

A/N: I absolutely love this request! Btw I chose to do Sukuna because I need to write more about this series! 😂

When Sukuna told you and Yuji that he’d pick out Christmas outfits for you guys, you were both stunned into silence

Was Sukuna really showing some Christmas spirit? You found it hard to believe but you gave in after watching Yuji’s enthusiasm.

However you realised your inkling that it was too good to be true was in fact right when you were forced to wear a skimpy sexy Santa mini dress.

“‘Kuna.. what the hell is this?” You asked expectantly to the taller, tatted male who turned to look at you with an evil smirk, throwing his beer can on the kitchen floor carelessly.

“An outfit” he replied smartly, grinning from ear to ear as he took in your red dress that hugged your figure deliciously, his eyes shamelessly looking you up and down, licking his lips in temptation.

He was entertained to say the least.

“Go on, give me a twirl” he said ever so sweetly, leaning against the counter, but the eager, teasing smile on his face made you reluctant.

“No way” you huffed, crossing your arms in frustration.

He simply laughed and shook his head at your defiance. You’re lucky he finds you so cute.

You glared at your dorm mate who sauntered his way closer to you like a predator, the cocky smile still present. He circled around you, walking in circles,

“Hmmm” he hummed from behind, as if to analyse you, but you knew this was his way of teasing you, infuriating you rather.

“What?” You asked impatiently.

Suddenly you felt two large hands place itself on either sides of your waist from behind, slowly travelling down to your hips.

“C’mon brat, I said I want you to twirl” he urges again, and before you could process it, Sukuna physically made you twirl by spinning you around by the hips.

Sukuna was always rough to the touch, so you weren’t surprised when the spin left you dizzy for a second, making you blink a few times, before raising an eyebrow at your scary dorm mate.

“There, you got your 360 view, you happy now?” You said, hands on your hips.

“Very” he replied with a lazy, cocky smile. He sighed as he sat down on one of the dorm kitchen’s chairs, opening another can.

He then grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him. And he manspread across the chair, making you stand in between his legs.

He ran his long fingers across the sides of your figure. His red eyes taking in your figure fondly, and for a second, it felt… nice.

But just as you rested against the strong male, thinking you were sharing a soft moment, he slapped your butt.

“AHHH SUKUNA!” You yelped, jumping out of his arms in shock.

But the dorm mate offered you nothing more than an evil laugh and a sly grin, “what? You look so pretty in that slutty little dress” he cackled shamelessly as you glared at him.

“Oh come on, no need to frown brat” he laughed, stretching his arms out to pull you back into his embrace again “I’ll make it up to you under the mistletoe yeah?” he said, tilting his head to the side teasingly with a toothy smile, making you blush.

You tried to hit him with some tinsel to hide your embarrassment but the strong male only laughed as he easily caught your arm and tackled you playfully, making you giggle.

“Hey! Why does y/n get to wear a cool outfit?” You suddenly heard from behind, making you both pause.

And there stood Yuji with a pout, in his Santa fat suit.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #jjk sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna fanfic #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #sukuna imagine

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enfinity · 3 years

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texting, the mistletoe mission w. nishimura riki

best-friends-to-lovers! fluff, crack

NOTE! a quick xmas/late ni-ki bday(??) special i decided to spin up for you guys :-] requests are still open btw!

and most importantly of all be sure to have an extra great and safe winter 🥺💟💟

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more-pokeimagines · 3 years

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would you be willing to write a Bede x Reader Christmas fluff with Prompt 5. “You did not just throw that at me!” and 17. “Shut up and look at the mistletoe.” ? (I really like your writing btw ^w^)

Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request and your lovely compliment. I hope you will enjoy this one too. Have a nice day/night and stay safe! :)

Prompts: 5. “You did not just throw that at me!” + 17. “Shut up and look at the mistletoe.”

The glitter incident – Bede x reader

Going to the mall during the holiday season had always been something Bede despised. There was just something about the joyful Christmas songs that blared out of every speaker and the annoyingly happy people everywhere that made him angry, even though he never understood why. Maybe it was because he had spent the holidays on his own for most of his life. Maybe, deep down, a part of him had envied them for their families, their friends… and their happiness.

But even now, several years later, he still found himself rolling his eyes at the fairy lights everywhere and the tacky Christmas decorations that adorned every shop window, despite not having any reason to loathe the festive atmosphere. He didn’t have to spend the holidays alone anymore. This year, he would have you by his side.

He darted a quick glance at you, a barely noticeable smile flashing over his face as he noticed your shining eyes while you looked around the mall. Somehow, you reminded him of himself when he saw the Christmas lights for the first time when he was younger but he quickly shoved the thought aside. Today, he didn’t want to think about his childhood, at least not while he was here with you. He didn’t want to spoil the mood, no matter how much he hated being in overcrowded places. But you had asked him to accompany you while you bought the last few presents, and while he would have preferred to stay at home he really couldn’t say No to you – not when you pouted at him and fluttered your eyelashes.

“These lights are so pretty, aren’t they?” you asked and linked arms with him. Bede let his eyes wander, taking in the festively decorated mall and the lights that were arranged in various shapes and sizes. There were some that formed a crescent moon and stars while others were shaped like Christmas trees and snowflakes. Even he couldn’t deny that it looked beautiful. “Yeah.”

“Thank you for coming here with me,” you said, and Bede shrugged. “No big deal.”

You gave him a soft smile. “But thank you anyway.”

When he didn’t reply you dragged him over to a booth that sold Christmas decorations and other little trinkets like candle holders that were dusted with glitter and cookie boxes with Christmas motifs. As you started to inspect one of the candle holders, he raised his eyebrows. “Really, (Y/N)?”

“What?” you asked. “I want to decorate my apartment and I don’t have any Christmas decorations. I’m allowed to buy something.”

“At least pick something that isn’t as tacky as this thing.”

You playfully slapped across his chest. “You don’t like glitter, do you?”

“I hate glitter,” he corrected you but quickly realized that you weren’t listening to him at all. Instead, you continued to pick out random decorations and handed them to the booth’s employee who carefully wrapped them in brown paper to protect them from shattering. You also bought a pouch of glitter, a mischievous smile on your face.

Bede frowned. “Do I want to know what you’re planning to do with this?”

In a split second, you had opened the pouch and threw it at him. For a moment, neither of you moved or said anything.

Then, Bede’s eyes widened in shock. “You did not just throw that at me!” he exclaimed, staring down at his jacket that was completely covered in golden glitter. “I swear, (Y/N), you will pay for that. You won’t see it coming but when it happens you will know exactly what it’s for.”

“Shut up and look at the mistletoe,” you said, already puckering your lips while you pointed upwards. Bede glanced up. There was indeed a mistletoe, hanging right above you in an archway, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes but you knew him well enough to notice that he tried his best to stifle a laugh. You winked at him. “Come on, don’t be shy,” you teased him. “Kiss me.”

“You threw a ton of glitter at me! I’m not going to reward you for that.”

When you leaned in to kiss him, Bede turned his head away, now barely able to hold back his laughter. You pouted. “It’s tradition, Bede! And it brings good luck to lovers… well, at least that’s what my grandmother always told me.”

Finally, Bede burst out into laughter. “Oh well, in that case,” he said and pecked your lips, “after throwing glitter at me you definitely need all the luck you can get.”

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Taglist: @alovestruck-fool

#bede x reader #trainer bede x reader #trainer bede imagine #bede pokemon x reader #bede pokemon imagine #pokemon imagines #reader insert #pokemon fluff

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pomegranates-and-blood · 3 years

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The Holly And The Ivy

My Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader, Sigurd/Reader, Sigurd/Margrethe

Summary: “I had this idea where Sigurd (or any of the brothers really) were to marry a Christian, but their marriage is dry and more political than anything, but Ivar is fascinated by her attitude (being opposite of him) and her love for life and simple things. He hears the reader and who she's married to talking about how she loves Christmas and he shuts her down, but Ivar decides to let her pick out a tree from the forest and put it up in the Great Hall and decorate it any way she wants. And the ending would include a kiss under mistletoe? If you can work with it.”

I’m very sorry if I dissapoint you anon, but the story was easier or smoother for me to write as a Modern!AU. I really hope you don’t mind. I can try something in the actual time period still, if you are not happy with au’s.

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, passing mentions of abusive relationships (not involving any of the relationsips in the tag btw), angst, my poor attempt at holiday fics or holiday spirit. Also, a part is not smut or explicit but getting closer to it than most of my work, so that too.

A/N: I really hope I don’t dissapoint whoever requested this. Also, I made this way more complicated than it needed to be, bc I always do, and for that I’m also sorry. Hope you like this, thank you for reading!

The title is from a Christmas carol, cause why not lol

Taglist: @1950schick @youbloodymadgenius (I realized you once asked to be tagged on my Vikings works and I forgot, sorry)

“When we are done with this trip we’ll go back home.” Sigurd points out one night as you both say goodnight, in some hotel somewhere in Norway.

“Home?”

“To my mother’s, in a week. Family time and all that.”

Before you are to leave for your own room, you call out, “For Christmas?”

The blond shakes his head, “Yule. You can celebrate your Christmas when we return.”

“That’ll be after the New Year!” You complain softly, offering a smile because you cannot help it.

“I will have to deal with Ivar and my mother, you can deal with this.” Sigurd sentences, the harshness startling you and prompting you to accept the words with a nod.

He mutters a goodnight again, hesitating for a moment on his bedroom door, as if questioning whether he should say sorry or not. You choose to relieve him of that choice, going into your own room and closing the door with a quiet click.

As if it were waiting for the door to close, your phone lights up on your nightstand.

How’s Oslo?

You type a quick response,

You could just ask me if we’ll be attending your mother’s celebrations, you know.

The response takes a while longer, and you cannot help the smile that pulls at your lips.

…Are you?

I expect all those lessons of yours with Floki to come to use. I’m going to need to learn about Yule, apparently.

So I’m supposed to teach you?

Who else?

Your fiancé. Is the reply you get, so fast you think he already knew what your reply was going to be before you even sent it. After a moment, before you can even think on what to answer, another message comes through. Nvm, my brother is useless. I’ll do it.

Your lips pull into a wide and stupid smile, and God, not even the shame at the quick beating of your heart or the warmth that spreads through you could make you be any less thankful for this, if anything. For him.

Thank you. Are you going to be there by Christmas?

This time the answer takes a while longer, and the indication that he is typing appears and disappears a few times.

I don’t know. Before you can ask anything, or send anything, a new message pops up. Princess, this doesn’t get any easier. I don’t know if I can.

Tears rise in your eyes because a part of you knows you’re meant to say goodbye at the end, and every time you are reminded, either by the pain in your own chest or Ivar’s words, that you are on borrowed time; you realize that end is close than you think.

Well, in that case, Merry Christmas, Ivar.

____

You find yourself being driven to that massive and fancy house by your fiancé.

You toy with your engagement ring as the car approaches the house. You know, rationally, that you have nothing to fear. The brothers have never been mean or hurtful -well, most of them haven’t-, and Aslaug has always been courteous and kind and…incredibly performative.

A part of you never ceased to feel like an outsider looking in. Between the pariah that a stupid business practice will be made into Sigurd’s wife, and the silent and soft woman they ignore as if she were another piece of furniture, you’d much rather be the latter.

“Heavy little thing, isn’t it?” Sigurd teases as he turns off the engine, motioning with his head to the rings on your left hand.

You don’t say anything in response, simply getting out of the car in silence. You know he meant well, he always does.

But a part of you that is hopeful and childish and still looks at the snow that starts to fall lightly over the ground as some miracle that means Christmas is upon us…that part of you cannot help but feel bitter about it all. Regretful, or, maybe, resentful.

You never imagined life would be this, engagement -marriage- would be this. You thought of happiness and warmth and fidelity.

Foolish hopes, really. The hopes of a child that watched her parents dance to the light of the Christmas lights, to the music of the soft music her father hummed. Nothing but foolish hopes.

So, when Sigurd steps out and hesitates in offering you his hand, you offer a smile and take his hand in yours, choosing to appreciate that at least the man you will be forced to marry is one you might call a friend, a partner, one day.

It is easy to forget, it is easy to let your heart be light and just enjoy the adorable giggles of Björn and Torvi’s children, the sympathetic smile of Margrethe, the warm and brotherly embrace of Hvitserk.

You are sipping on wine and watching Ubbe throw Asa over his head as she yells for him to throw her higher when a presence stands by your side and a wine glass clinks with your own in silent toast.

“I know you know about Sigurd and me,” Margrethe whispers, “And I want you to know I am sorry. But…I won’t leave him, not until he asks me to.”

If a year ago someone told you that you’d spent Christmas Eve being told by your fiancé’s mistress that she refuses to stop seeing him, you would have assumed the world turned on its head.

It did, but…you still find it in you to love this world that hurts you, this life that tests you.

You offer a smile, “I know you love him. It started as…”

“Gold-digging?” The blonde supplies, a sheepish grimace on her face.

“I wouldn’t be as unkind as to-…”

“You should. That’s what it was,” Her smile loses the edge, and she falters, “At first.”

You accept her words with a nod, and another sip of your wine.

“Then as long as you are discreet, I don’t mind. Keep him happy, Margrethe, he deserves it.”

You start to walk away when she stops you with a call of your name.

“And you don’t? Deserve to be happy, I mean.”

You hesitate, faltering for a few seconds too long. Her blue eyes are big and uncharacteristically honest as they look at you.

“I…”

You take your gaze off hers, because it feels like she will know something she shouldn’t, something you don’t want her to; but your eyes betray you, it seems.

“Oh, him. Well-kept secret, that one,” She states, and when you open your mouth to argue, Margrethe shakes her head, “It’s okay, I don’t…I don’t blame you. Even if I don’t understand at all how that came to be.”

“It’s…”

“Complicated?” The blonde supplies, and you allow yourself a smile, you loosen your shoulders and close your eyes with a deep breath.

“Ivar, he…understands me.”

“But you two are nothing alike,” She states, and at your shrug, concedes, “Maybe that’s why.”

“Maybe,” You offer, and after a breath, because bitter regret at being the thing that keeps her from the man she loves chokes you for a moment, “Margrethe, I…”

“Don’t you even think of apologizing to me,” She laughs, “Gods, woman, you truly are a soft thing, aren’t you?”

“I have the privilege of being it.” You offer with a kind smile, because you’ve seen the scars, because you remember her when she was more fragile.

Margrethe shakes her head, “The burden.” She corrects, and with a soft squeeze of her free hand on your arm, she walks away.

____

It’s on the day before Christmas that the last of the Lothbrok arrives. You walk down the stairs to a very early breakfast, and jump when the front door opens to reveal Ubbe and Ivar.

He came.

“You are up early.” Ubbe comments as he passes you by, dropping a kiss on your cheek.

You greet Ubbe absently, your eyes on his brother. Numbly, you hear him say something about telling Aslaug that Ivar has come home, and quick steps carrying him up the stairs.

Your lips curve into a smile, or at least they try to, “Hi.”

“Hello, Princess,” Ivar greets, what months ago would have been a smirk curving his lips. Now, now it’s more tired and worn than anything. “Just in time for your…Christmas, right?”

You nod, feeling the stupid urge to cry, “Yeah. Means a lot, you know.”

“Well, I could feel you pouting over the phone, love,” His eyes check the stairs before he moves aided by his crutch towards you with a wince of pain -the cold, you remind yourself, the cold making his legs ache-, and once he is before you, a hand that shouldn’t feel as tender as it does cups your cheek and brings your mouth to his. “I couldn’t leave you alone here. You always find ways to embarrass yourself.”

You chuckle, burrowing your head on his chest as you embrace him.

“I may have fucked up a few times,” You concede, eyes closed as you take in his scent, his warmth, “But I’m cute, I get away with a lot of things.”

____

As the timer on your phone dings, you get up from the couch, leaving a warm but strong drink behind, and make your way to the kitchen, ready to take out the sponge cake -no, a voice too alike Ivar corrects you, Bûche de Noël-.

Uneven steps behind you let you know of who walked in behind you, and you turn around with a slight frown on your brows, meaning to ask something before he interrupts you.

“He’s groping and kissing her in front of you, and you say nothing?” Ivar demands, anger shining clearly in his blue eyes.

“Sigurd and Margrethe?” You ask, and shake your head, “Why would I say anything?”

“You know about them.”

“Of course I do. He doesn’t hide it from me, and he shouldn’t hide it from his family. He loves her, and she loves him.”

“You don’t care that he’s humiliating you?” He presses, and you sigh.

“Everyone here knows how things truly are between Sigurd and me.”

Ivar’s mouth curls into a snarl, and cruelty spews from his lips, “Well, if you had let Ragnar know you had no problem letting your husband fuck whoever he wants, you might have been able to marry Björn, like your father wanted.”

You close your eyes, “Don’t be like this.”

“Like what, hm? Like someone that’s watching the woman he-…What am I supposed to be then, hm? What would make you happy?” He accuses, not losing the cruel edge in his voice even if you both know what he stopped himself from admitting. When you don’t answer, Ivar takes a deep and angry breath through his nose, “I’ve always been jealous of my brothers, you know this. Growing up their poor crippled brother is nothing to knowing Sigurd gets you and doesn’t even know what he-…what I’d do to be him.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Make him be the man you deserve!”

“He’s not the man I want,” You point out before you can keep the words trapped behind your lips. Ivar is inexplicably stunned by your words, it seems, and you lower your gaze. Resting your hands on the counter you drop your shoulders and shake your head, letting go of the previous argument and returning to…peace, or as close to it as one can get with Ivar. “Your brother deserves to be as happy as he can, with the woman he loves. It will not hurt me to see him with her. As long as-…”

“‘As long as it is discreet’, yes, I know. My mother and Ragnar have the same agreement.”

“It works for them, does it not?”

Ivar meets your gaze and doesn’t answer for a few moments, long enough that dread sets in your chest and questions arise in your mind.

Eventually, on the side of his jaw the clear tell of gritted teeth, he replies,

“Not as well as you think.”

“Well, Sigurd and I are friends, we…things will work out. They have to.”

“They have to, of course,” He mocks, moving his head as he rolls his eyes, “Anything to keep Ragnar and your father happy, hm?”

“Ivar…”

His eyes search yours, searching for the answer to a question he has not yet asked,

“I-If I asked you not to do this, if I…if I asked you for more time…” He leaves the words hanging between you, and you blink past helpless tears. He knows the answer, you know the answer.

Thankfully, you don’t have to remind him -and yourself- of the world you live in, of the lives you were meant to live, because the door to the kitchen opens and Aslaug walks through.

You keep your eyes firmly set on the tray before you, even though you can feel Ivar’s eyes on you, demanding an answer. When he realizes he will not get one, he grunts, a clenched fist hitting the counter once before he walks away.

“I’m sorry.” You offer the matriarch as she keeps her all-seeing eyes on you, but Aslaug offers a smile. A fake one, but a smile nonetheless.

“The cold gets to Ivar, it makes him irritable. It is not your fault.” She soothes, but the smile you offer her in thanks still trembles. You both know these are lies you are sharing with one another, and though it makes you falter and stumble, Aslaug moves gracefully from one lie to the next.

“I’ll-…” You point behind you, to the living room, but the woman shakes her head.

“Surely you have time to help me with this?” She asks. It feels like walking into a wolf’s den when you nod your head and approach her.

“Of course.”

She watches raptly as you assist her in preparing the Yule Log, and you focus on doing your best to keep your hands from trembling.

“For someone that doesn’t follow the Gods, you know a lot about tradition, girl.”

“I…It was the least I could do, learning about what is important to your family, to Sigurd.” You offer, and whatever she -who always has the look of someone that sees beyond what normal eyes can- can sense in your words makes Aslaug stop.

She turns to you, and surprises you with a hand on your cheek. The woman towards over you, but the gentleness in her touch, the warmth in her eyes, they help you to not feel threatened.

“Still loving the world that hurts you, sweet thing?”

“It’s all I know how to do.”

Aslaug’s smile is almost sad when she looks into your eyes, “To love, yes, I know. Wish I saw that sooner,” You don’t know what to answer to that, so you offer her only a shaky smile and a shrug. Aslaug chuckles gently, “And you love my son, don’t you?”

The terrifying thought that she knows what she’s doing when not saying any names, the realization nothing gets past her and neither did whatever is between you and Ivar, it all settles in your stomach with a dead weight.

Still, whether she asks about Sigurd or Ivar, the answer is the same.

“Yes.”

One as a friend, a partner, a man you can learn to respect and build a life alongside of. The other, as everything you ever wanted, as someone that will always make you wonder about the ‘what if’s.

She shakes off whatever takes a hold of her, and before you can ask what she means, why it pains her, she steps back from you and turns her back to you.

“You know, Ragnar isn’t the only one in this family with an eye for business. I was once in the same position you are now, the heiress to an empire,” Aslaug’s smile seems to thaw as she hands you a refilled glass of wine to match hers. Resting her backside on the counter behind her, she continues, “My parents were able to teach me a few valuable lessons before their death.

She grabs your left hand, stopping you. Her eyes look deeply into yours, but her thumb rolls your engagement ring on your finger.

“Like how to understand when I can’t make any more moves. And when I can change the wording in a deal to make it favor me.

Your lips part, you think to say something, but Aslaug stops you with a smile.

“Let’s hope you’ve learned the same lessons, my dear.”

____

Ubbe is dancing with Asa standing on his feet, and you watch with a smile on your face as the family enjoys time together, and celebrates the holidays in their own way.

A part of you misses the Christmas lights, the decorations you’d help your parents put up when you were a kid. A part of you misses how simple life was back then, how in this time of year you could forget there was a world past the snow drifting down and the warmth of a hearth and a home.

Ivar comes right up to you, but doesn’t sit next to you, choosing to remain standing.

“Grab your coat,” He orders, and at your confused frown, he rolls his eyes and amends, “Please.”

The most insincere please in the history of pleases, but you know you get more than most, so you don’t comment on it.

Still, you have to ask, “Why?”

“I-…a surprise,” He says, and insists you move with a gesture of his head, “Come on.”

You follow him to the small house the Lothbroks have by the pool, a cozy little home of big windows. When Ivar motions for you to go in ahead of him, a part of you is suspicious, but you still skip your way inside and try not to ask questions as to how it is so warm here when it should be vacant.

Ivar turns the lights on, and you find in the middle of the living room a Christmas tree.

The tree is bare, but still lively and familiar.

You turn to Ivar with tears in your eyes, because you cannot help it.

“You did this for me?”

“You love your Christmas,” He mumbles, embarrassed at the reaction his -to some, uncharacteristic- thoughtfulness got out of you. “I figured you deserved to have some of it with you here.”

“Did you buy Christmas lights?” You ask softly, almost moving up and down in the balls of your feet in excitement, eyeing the bags on a chair nearby.

Ivar chuckles, endeared, and nods, “Go ahead, Princess.”

You skip your way to the bags, quickly looking over the goods and already planning on how to decorate it, how to make it look pretty, how to make it yours.

You don’t truly know how long you spend on it, gleefully putting up Christmas lights, and little ornaments. During the whole time you spent excitedly decorating the tree, you can feel Ivar’s eyes on you, and when you look back at him you find him staring with a strange softness in his gaze.

You choose not to think too much on it, and instead ask his opinion on the decorations, that he gives gruffly and with a very poor attempt at making you believe that -either because Christmas grew on him, which you find very unlikely, or because of your own happiness- he isn’t happy to be here.

____

You smile at the warm and twinkling lights, and burrow closer to Ivar’s warmth, refusing to take your eyes off the dancing lights and refusing to put your feet back on the ground.

Refusing to step out of the fantasy that this could be your life.

Ivar shifts his position, and you lift your head from the juncture between his neck and shoulder and meet his eyes in question.

His eyes give away so much, always have, at least to you. And now they reflect the warm sparkle of the Christmas lights, and they reflect hesitation, fear, uncertainty, love.

Before you can ask what is wrong, Ivar leans in, his hand previously around you tangling in your hair as his lips claim yours.

His kiss is always demanding, but this time it holds desperation in the way Ivar begs for your lips to part with his own, it holds an urgency in the way his tongue dances with yours, it holds a ragged edge in the shaky breath that he lets out through his nose, it holds a goodbye in the way he ends the kiss as if forcing himself to pull away from you.

You try getting your breath under control and your voice to be yours again, but he’s so close, and warm, and yours; and all you want to do is kiss him again.

Kiss him again, and make the furrow in his brow, the pain in his eyes, go away. Kiss him again, and pretend you are not living on borrowed time.

So you do.

You kiss him, and take control of the kiss, and make him groan lightly against your mouth when you tug on his hair, and whimper his name against his own when you straddle him and feel him getting hard underneath you.

When your need for breath makes you part from his kiss, Ivar wastes no time trailing fervent kisses down your neck, panting breaths against the hot skin that he kisses and licks and bites.

You moan his name, forgetting everything but the touch of his lips on your skin, forgetting everything but the scent and taste and feel of him.

Either at the sound of your voice or the grind of your hips against his hardening cock, Ivar’s breath stutters and he breathes your name back at you, voice low.

His brow rests against your collarbone as he takes deep breaths, and your fingers toy at the hair that flows down to his shoulders.

“You know…” He murmurs, pressing a kiss that makes you shiver right on the dip between your collarbones, “There’s nothing I want more right now than marking this pretty neck of yours. Leaving you with…” His teeth scrape against your skin, a tease both for you and himself. Ivar does it a few more times, and moves up your neck again. Your breath shudders past your lips, and you tug on his hair to remind him of what he was saying. You always did love hearing him speak. For all the months you spend apart, his voice telling you what he’d do to you, what he’d have you do to him, is all that keeps you warm. Ivar chuckles, but continues, “Leaving you with my mark all over you, where everyone can see, so…so that they don’t doubt you’re mine.

His hands tighten on your waist, before they travel down, caressing your thighs as he sighs.

“But you’re not, are you? And I can’t…I can’t do any of that. I can’t-…”

You interrupt him before his thoughts can get ahead of him, before he can twist himself into knots about the situation you are both in.

“I am yours. Only yours.” You remind him softly, your lips by his ear. You lean back so you can meet his eyes, and seal your promise with a soft kiss over his lips.

Ivar’s eyes search yours when you pull back, with the same look as before. Uncertain, lost, tender and yet almost sad.

“Marry me.” He whispers, keeping his eyes on yours.

“What?” You squeak, eyes wide. He couldn’t have…he knows that…none of this makes any sense.

“Marry me instead of Sigurd,” He insists, and as if remembering the part he forgot, he curses and hurries to fetch something from his pocket. He offers you a simple but beautiful ring, and swallows, “I-I can make you happier than he ever could, I…I love you.

I know you can, you already do.

I love you too.

But you can’t say any of that, because your breaths are shallow and your head is filled with thoughts and…and you need space.

You scramble to stand, to put distance between the two of you. After a few controlled breaths, you return your eyes to Ivar, whose hand has now fallen back to his lap even if he still holds on to the delicate ring.

He grits his teeth, the obvious tell at the side of his jaw, and he seems to want to divert his eyes from you, but he only blinks and keeps certain eyes on you.

“Your father wants you to marry one of Ragnar’s sons, he doesn’t care who. I…have talked with my father, he agrees that if you want to, we can…” He licks his lips in a nervous gesture, “Mother says any backlash from breaking the engagement can be handled.”

“You’ve thought this through.”

“Of course I have, y-you’d be Sigurd’s wife if I didn’t think of something,” A twitch of anger, of uncertainty, of fear, on his face, and then he amends, “You still can be. But I want you to be able to choose.”

Choose me, is what he doesn’t say.

Your heart is lodged in your throat, and you try a few times before you can finally speak,

“Ivar, we haven’t…it’s been only a few months.”

“And it will not work out, that’s what you’re saying?” He huffs, defensive, “It won’t work out if you marry my brother either.”

“I-…this-…”

“Stop thinking of excuses,” He snaps, gritted teeth and hurt written in his eyes, “I’ll handle everything, no matter your answer. Just…just give me an answer, Princess.”

____

It is open ended cause there’s two ends to this, I wanted to leave the choice to you guys! So, follow the link for the epilogue of your choice:

Will you accept the proposal and be bound to Ivar, for better or worse?

Or will you stay with Sigurd, and be content with companionship and friendship?

Hope you liked this, even if it wasn’t very holiday-ey. I wish you all very happy holidays and a great (or decent, after 2020 I’m happy with decent) 2021!!

(Ik it’s like the 13th and I’m gonna be very much around here posting and bothering the whole lot of ya till the holidays and beyond, but holiday fic and all that, ‘twas the perfect time to send good wishes and all. Love ya!)

#ivar the boneless x reader #ivar x reader #ivar the boneless imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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crush, fred x reader

request: from anon: I don’t know if ur accepting requests right now but if you are, could you write about Fred having a crush on a girl that happens to be best friends with Ron? Btw I hope that things with your boyfriend are beginning to get better x | hi darling sunshine! of course i’ll write that for you! & yes, requests are open indeed :) aw thanks lovey, we’re always working at it, also this is hella long i got so carried away i am so sorry lmao x also idk how i feel about this ugh cause i tried to make it sound like the reader and ron are best friends but reading it back i’m kind of like ??? but also i rewrote the first portion like literally four different times UGH i struggled with this one but it was a good struggle anon THANK U for the request!

prompt: none

warnings: instability bc weasley perfection? IDK MAN

You and Ron were sitting in the Great Hall, watching as brave students from each house and the other wizarding schools placed their names into the goblet, hoping to be chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. “I wish I could enter,” he told you.

Just then, Harry appeared beside you both. “No you bloody don’t,” he told him and laughed.

“Yeah, Ron, you’ve got to be barking mad to want to enter,” you said. Just then, his older twin brothers ran into the Great Hall, ringing in cheers from everyone around them. They were both holding something in their hands. You just rolled your eyes. “Case in point, Ron. Look at those two.”

Fred and George were showing off whatever concoction they’d brewed up when they came over to the three of you. George asked, “Don’t think we can do it?”

“No,” the three of you said together.

Fred overdramatically fell backwards and into you—pretending to be offended by your doubt that they were going to successfully be able to place their names in the goblet, whilst somehow being able to trick Dumbledore’s age line.

“Y/N,” Fred whined, “I’m heartbroken. Literally heartbroken that you don’t believe in us.”

“Oh, it’s not that I don’t believe in you, Freddie,” you told him and his eyes were swimming with excitement. “It’s just that I believe in Dumbledore more.”

Ron and Harry began laughing next to you when the twins began to shake their vials. The surrounding students were becoming more and more excited to see what was about to happen, and many people began whispering animatedly. The goblet was showing off a deep blue color fire, and Fred and George were more than ready to place their names in.

“Just wait,” Fred told you and swung his arm around your shoulder. “In three days time I’ll have been chosen to compete in the tournament, and by the end of the school year, I’ll be the champion, and you’ll be so impressed that you’ll fall head over heels.”

You scoffed at him. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” he told you, “It is. Ready, George?”

“Ready, Fred,”

“Bottoms up!” they said together.

And that’s when hilarity ensued.

Later that evening, in the common room, Fred, George, Harry and Ron were playing a game of cards, while you, Ginny, and Hermione were sitting around the fire, chatting about the upcoming tournament and the Yule Ball.

George was scratching his face and saying, “I still have remnants of that bloody beard from this afternoon. Who knew our aging potion wouldn’t work?”

Ron laughed. “Everyone, mate.”

“Oh, it definitely worked,” Harry retorted, “just not the way you wanted it too.” Him and Ron started snickering like little girls.

Fred wasn’t listening. He was shuffling his cards slowly, sort of in a daydream like trance, and Ron was snapping his fingers in front of his face.

He was too busy peering at you to notice anything else around him. He was focused on the way your hair cascaded over your shoulders in soft curls, the rosy pink your cheeks turned after being out in the cold, your voice bouncing off of the common rooms walls every time you let a giggle escape your lips, the clothes you wore other than your Gryffindor robes.

“Hello?” Ron said, slapping Fred across the cheek.

Surprised and brought back to reality, Fred placed a hand to his cheek. “What the bloody hell was that for?”

George just laughed. “We’ve been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes, Freddie,”

Fred softened and turned back towards you. “Oh,” he said, completely forgetting the moment. He watched you still, and when you looked up from your conversation with Hermione and Ginny and caught his glance, you beamed at him. It’s almost as if you could hear his heart begin to pound.

He turned back towards his friends and told them, “Erm, guys—I’ve something to tell you,”

George, Ron, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh, just a little bit. The common room fire was roaring and the students around were buzzing, but Fred Weasley was nervous. He was actually nervous.

George smirked when he told him, “Yeah? Go on then.”

Fred swallowed over a lump in his throat. He made sure that you were out of earshot. “I’m...kind of mad for Y/N.”

The three boys sat for a moment and then burst out into laughter. Fred furrowed his brows, obviously offended by their laughter and his humiliation, when Harry spoke.

“We know.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, mate, the whole bloody world knows,” George told his twin. “You’re not exactly subtle with it.”

Ron snorted before saying, “Yeah, and your flirting isn’t the best, either.” Fred punched him in the arm. “Don’t worry, she hasn’t said anything to me about it. Pretty sure she doesn’t even realize it’s flirting—” Ron couldn’t help but snicker, and Fred punched him in the arm again.

He turned back towards you, watching you again, wanting nothing more than to run over, spin you around and kiss you, but he held back the urge. He placed his hand under his cheek and rested on it, peering at you with admiration. To the boys, he said, “So what the bloody hell do I do now?”

“What you’re good at,”

Fred looked towards his twin with confusion written on his face.

“Be honest, do your thing and tell her.”

You were suffering silently in Potions with Ron. Across from you, Harry and Hermione seemed to be brewing something perfect, while yours, on the other hand, wasn’t looking terribly great. Ron kept groaning and letting his head fall onto the desk.

Snape was in a particularly bad mood that Wednesday afternoon, for whatever unbeknownst reason. He had given you all the hardest potion to brew, with directions that weren’t clear in the slightest, and left you all to the cauldrons. And the punishment for not brewing it absolutely perfectly? Two weeks detention.

You wished you could be outside in the snow, walking through Hogsmeade, heading into Zonko’s, warming up in The Three Broomsticks with a butterbeer. Anything but this.

“I hate this bloody class,” Ron said as he added a sprinkle of something to the potion that prompted it to turn a nasty, purply-brown color. Ron scowled and peered at the directions on the board once more.

“Just think—in a week, we’ll be at the Yule Ball, dancing the night away, not worrying about this stupid lesson,” you told him and grabbed his hand before he disastrously placed way too many porcupine quills in the potion. “No, no—two, Ron, not five.”

Two did the trick. The grody, brown looking potion in front of you seemed to take a turn for the better when it slowly became a nice looking green color, which is what it should have been in the first place. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hey, who’re you bringing to that, anyway?”

“I dunno,” you told him truthfully as you added another mistletoe berry into the potion. “Why? D’you want to go with me, Ron?” you teased.

“Ha-ha,” he said sarcastically, and you could’ve sworn you saw him glance admiringly at Hermione, who was almost finished brewing her perfect potion. Ron cleared his throat when he noticed you saw him. He continued, “No, really, who do you think you’ll go with?”

“I dunno, Ron!” you laughed. “I genuinely have no idea. Why are you pushing this?” You saw his cheeks turn rosy and he seemed to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He was hiding something. “Ronald Weasley, what do you know?”

“Nothing!” Ron jumped up. Snape looked up from the other end of the room where he was observing the Slytherin’s potions. He shot the both of you a look of pure disgust, and went back to his observations. Ron swallowed over a lump in his throat when you kept prodding him with your wand. He rolled his robe sleeves to his elbows and breathed out slowly. You loved how nervous Ron got when he was keeping a secret, because truthfully, he wasn’t very good at keeping them. He kept pushing his long hair out of his eyes and tapping his feet against the floor. When you wouldn’t let up, he finally blurted out, “Enough with the third degree! Freddie’s mad for you, alright?”

You were so taken aback, literally, you almost knocked your cauldron onto the floor. Luckily, behind you, Dean Thomas caught it with mere milliseconds to spare. “What?” you asked Ron. “No he isn’t,” you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

Ron’s nervousness seemed to slip away when he laughed and said, “Don’t make me say ‘I told you, so’.”

It’s as if Ron’s words made them appear, because Fred and George slipped into your Potions class, somehow, without Snape seeing. At least, at first.

“What the bloody hell are you two doing in here?” Ron and Harry asked them.

George just rolled his eyes. “I tried to stop him, but he took my advice way too literally.”

“What advice?” You and Hermione wondered aloud at the same time.

Fred stepped closer to you and your heart started to pound. In the middle of class? Was he kidding? With twenty or so other students there? And Snape?

“You’re coming to the Yule Ball with me,” he told you straightforwardly. It wasn’t a question and you didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter.

You asked him. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” he told you confidently. “Yeah, it is because I’m mad for you,” he winked, “and I know you’re mad for me, too.”

You could feel your lips curl into a sensual sort of smirk. Just then, someone from Slytherin yelled out and pointed towards the twins, and Snape turned swiftly from the back of the dungeons. You could’ve sworn you heard him yell out, “Weasley!” but you were too distracted to even care. All you cared about was the boy in front of you—with his long red hair, his heart melting half smiling, and the fact that he was a bloody idiot sneaking into your class. You didn’t care about anything else. Your heart was racing. The dungeons were bustling with chatter now—about Snape being even more angry than he already was, and about those older, redheaded Weasleys that somehow managed to make their way into a busy Potions class.

George was kicking Fred’s leg, saying, “Bloody hell, mate, let’s go!” but Fred didn’t move. Instead, he stood there, waiting for you to say something, anything.

“So?” Ron, Harry, George and Hermione all asked together.

You looked at them and then back towards Fred and asked him, “Well what took you so bloody long to figure it out?”

His smirk only grew, his eyes enticing you to run out of that classroom and back to whatever empty room you could find. But just then, Snape reached the top of the classroom and tried to grab Fred by his robe sleeves.

George kicked Fred once more before sprinting out of the classroom, and before following his twin, Fred squeezed your hand and said to you, “Being chased by Snape is totally worth it, by the way.” He slipped out from underneath Snape’s grimy fingertips and left the Potions professor seething at the seams.

Professor Snape turned to you, red faced and livid, and announced in front of the entire class, “A week’s detention! Was it worth it, Y/L/N? Was it worth it for that Weasley boy?”

But Fred was still there, outside the classroom. He was careful not to be seen, but he was still peering in at you to make sure you didn’t receive too bad of a punishment for his shenanigans. You knew Fred would probably manage to sneak his way into your detention, too. You smirked at Snape and then turned your attention to Freddie in the corridor. Without skipping a beat, you winked and responded, “Totally worth it.”

#fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #fred and george weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley reader insert #hp imagine #hp imagines #harry potter imagines #do we like this #or????

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darlinvandijk · 4 years

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Christmas Photos

Concept: request for a Christmas imagine, I absolutely love this idea! Btw my friend helped me out and came up with the idea for it and I think she did great on getting it all ready for me so I could write it for y’all! Dm me and whatnot for requests and I’ll be happy to comply! I hope you enjoy :)

The Van Dijk siblings and I walked through the shopping mall, Coco and Sylvie with their boyfriends, and Ruel and I - who was my absolute best friend and nothing more than that, well at least to him I was nothing more than that. We strolled around, enjoying the holiday spirt, looking around at all the lights and decorations. While we were walking around, we came across a small set up that showed a photographer and small ‘living room’ set, with a couch and fake background. I noticed a sign towards the side of the set that said “Free awkward family Christmas photos”, before I knew what was happening, Coco shrieks and starts pulling all of us towards the short line.

Ruel rolls his eyes as we get pulled into the line, turning to talk to the other boys, while I just stand next to him and look at the cute family getting ready for their pictures. I notice that it’s an actual family made of two parents and two daughters, I instantly pull on Ruels sleeve upon noticing. He immediately stops talking and turns to me, looking over me to see if I’m alright, before settling with a confused look when he sees I’m fine.

“Ruel I think this is for actual families, like you bring your children and shit here” I whisper out to him, laughing as I think about how dumb we’re going to look. He looks at the family and lets out a chuckle, giving me a small shrug as he realizes I’m right, neither of us realizing the rest of the group had been listening to our conversation until Sylvie speaks up.

“Bitch what do you think we are? We are a family, just not biological since well incest isn’t cool” Sylvie states, realizing that their boyfriends were in fact a part of this group. I let out a laugh as I watch the two boys look at their girlfriends in mild disgust, thinking about being related to them. I feel a nudge on my lower back while I’m laughing, turning to glance up at Ruel, only to have a camera shoved in my face while we wait. I groan and smack his phone away from my face, watching as he smiles at his screen, before putting his phone in his pocket and giving me a cheeky little grin. We turn back to everyone, only to see Coco and Sylvie getting all cuddly with their boyfriends while waiting, causing Ruel and I to gag instantaneously, both of us laughing when we see our matching expressions.

Finally after 20 minutes of waiting it was our turn to go up, and of course we all attacked the prop and costume table. We all grabbed and passed around ugly sweaters, right when I reached for one, I was spun around and pressed against Ruel. Before I could react to the position, he let go of my waist and shoved an ugly sweater over my head, completely messing my hair up. I huffed as he ran from me and tried to fix my hair, only to see him coming back towards me again quickly, putting fake glasses on my face, identical to the ones on his own. I laugh at how dorky he looks, only to end up silent as he leans in towards me, reaching out to fix my hair for me. I blush as he slowly pulls away, staring into my eyes, before letting out a slight cough and straightening up.

“Alright dumbasses it’s photo time!” Sylvie chants out, all of us laughing and walking towards the couch. The two boys sat on the sofa, grabbing their respective girlfriends so that they could sit on their laps. I shook my head a little and forcefully squished in next to Ruel, hearing him let out a groan when my elbow makes contact with his stomach. He rolls his eyes when he realizes he has no space, deciding to grab me and pull me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. It’s not that we’ve never sat like this before, it just feels different when we’re like this next to two other couples, especially when I know he doesn’t feel the same for me.

“Is this alright? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable” He whispers into my ear, wanting to keep it just between us. I blush as his lips lightly touch the outside of my ear, shakily nodding my head yes as I lean against his chest. He lets out a chuckle, the vibration of it against my body causing me to also laugh. Stuck in our own little bubble, neither of us notice the two couples watching us with small smirks, the smirks only growing larger as they watch Ruels hand give my thigh a little squeeze.

“Sooo you guys finally became a couple huh?” Cocos boyfriend asks, as the rest of the group sits and watches us to see our reactions. I feel Ruel tense up underneath me at the same time I start to feel my face heat up, opening and closing my mouth to try and come up with a reply. I look back at Ruel, seeing him with a matching blush, staring straight at his sisters with a glare, almost as if they knew something that I didn’t know.

“Wait shit, I genuinely thought you guys were together, but by the looks on your face I’m guessing I was wrong. Surely you guys like each other right?” He slowly asks, watching the way we squirm under his gaze, Ruel tightening his grip on my waist, completely nervous about being put on the spot. We both shake our heads, faces turning a matching shade of pink, making how flustered we are super obvious. Upon seeing the doubtful gazes of the two couples, I immediately speak up to try and clear the air.

“We’re just friends, I mean don’t you think something would have happened by now if there was anything more there?” I laugh out, hoping my laugh covers the heartbreak I feel inside, knowing he’ll never see me in the same light that I see him in. I feel Ruel stop moving when I say that, making me tense up, thinking I could have possibly said something to offend him. Before I can even try and say something to him, Coco cuts in, making the tension between us even worse.

“But they totally have crushes on each other, I mean look at their matching jingle bells sweaters” Coco teases, making us blush all over again. I let out a squeak as Ruels hand darts from my hip up to my waist tickling me, causing me to jolt around, making the bells on our sweaters jingle. I turn and face him, giving him a little shove for doing that, watching as a smirk appears on his face. I give him a weary look, knowing he’s up to no good, while the others watch in amusement. Let’s just say, the next thing he said almost ruined Christmas for me.

“They’re right, you obviously jingle my bells baby-” He taunts, causing me to turn bright red at his innuendo, completely shocked that he’d make a joke like that in front of them. The two couples choke on air, completely bursting into laughter as they watch the look of horror still on my face. I open my mouth to scold Ruel, only for him to interrupt me, “Photo time!” He yells loudly, looking at the photographer pleadingly, knowing he was about to get an earful from me. The photographer laughs, having been very entertained with the situation he watched unfold, not minding waiting since we were the last people in line.

“Time for the first photo, get ready!” He replies, giving us a grin as we all get situated. We all sit back against the boys and smile, the boys resting their chins on our shoulders, matching grins resting on their faces. We hear the click of the camera a few times, watching as he looks at the laptop next to him, humming in approval at the pics that flash on the screen. He turns back to us and gives us a nod, letting us know that they’re good.

“Lets have some fun now, do a silly one!” He laughs out, we all laugh and get ready to be our usual selves. I stick my tongue out for the camera, going cross eyed as I look forward, knowing undoubtedly that Ruel is doing the same thing I’m doing. Whenever I want to post something fun on my socials for the fans we usually do something like that, it’s basically our deafault face, much to Kate’s dismay when she’s trying to get a nice photo of us. The photographer grins upon seeing the pictures he’s taking, loving the way we’re having just as much fun as he is.

“Time for some rapid fire shots, look above you!” He calls out, instantly starting to take pictures as we all look up, the six of us all having matching faces of curiousity. My face immediately turns into one of shock as I see the mistletoe hanging above our heads, feeling Ruel also breathe in sharply upon seeing it. The camera continues to click, as we all take in the situation, the two couples smile while leaning in to place a kiss on to their partners lips, Ruel and I take that moment to look at each other nervously. We both just stare wide eyed at one another, faces an equal shade of pink, completely unsure on what to do in such an abrupt situation. Ruel grins at me nervously, before slowly leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on my cheek, while I laugh at the feeling of his hands squeezing my waist.

“Ruel you idiot! Don’t be a pussy and kiss her properly!” Coco yells out with a large grin, both couples having been watching us with smirks the whole time. The photographer chuckles and joins in, agreeing with Cocos idea, causing me to start sweating a bit at the idea of kissing the boy I’ve been in love with my whole life. Ruel watches me with a soft smile while reaching a hand up to cup my cheek, before leaning in and pressing a nervous, but sweet kiss to my lips. Our cheeks are both bright red as we pull away, both of us momentarily forgetting where we are as we grin at each other. We snap out of our little daze when we hear the chorused “aww” released from the others.

“Ok I’m just printing the photos now! Come look at them!” The photographer calls out, saving Ruel and I from the teasing that was no doubt about to happen. We all stand up, taking off the costumes we put on, and look at the photos he hands us, having printed enough for everyone to get one of each picture. We all thank him a thousand times, paying him for the pictures, ignoring his statements about how it was free. He gives us a teary smile, telling us how he wishes us a beautiful Merry Christmas. Before we say our goodbyes,I watch him slip something to Ruel, mumbling something before clasping him on the shoulder, while Ruel shakes his head in agreement. I glance at Ruel curiously while he sends me a small smile, before we all say our goodbyes, watching the smile he sends us while packing up his equipment, before we make our way out of the mall.

Ruel pulls me back a little as we walk outside towards where the cars are parked, causing me to stumble a bit. His hands shoot out and steady me, causing us to stop, neither of us noticing the two couples stop a little ways away. They watch us silently, not wanting to interrupt whatever moment was happening between us. I watch Ruel with a curious look, sending him a soft smile as I see the anxious way he shifts side to side. He sends me a boyish grin before taking a deep breath in, reaching into his pocket, holding whatever it is above the both of us. I barely have time to even register his movements, let alone see what he’s holding, before he speaks up and renders me speechless.

“Merry Christmas love, looks like you have to kiss me again huh?” He whispers out, as my eyes snap to the mini mistletoe he holds out above our heads, my face instantly turning pink. I open my mouth to reply, only to end up feeling the soft lips of my best friend press against mine. I smile into the kiss, leaning in to deepen it, overcome with joy as I feel the emotions he’s trying to show me. He pulls away and rests is forehead against mine, putting his hands on my waist to hold me against him. I smile up at him, brushing my thumb softly against his cheek, letting out a quiet laugh at the cheers from his sisters and their boyfriends.

Let’s just say a Christmas miracle happened that night, because not only did my best friend kiss me, but my best friend also loves me the same way I love him. Who would have thought all I needed was a bit of mistletoe and the Christmas spirit to make me feel complete.

Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays my loves! I hope you all have a great day, or had a great day depending on the time where you are! I hope your holiday season is filled with love and joy because you all deserve it more than anything no matter what! I love you all and thank you for supporting me, the best gift I could ask for. :) xx

#ruel #ruelvincentvandijk #ruel van dijk #one ruel #ruel imagines #ruel imagine #ruel one shot #one shot #imagines #imagine #x reader #free time ep #ruel fanfic

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no-light-left-on · 6 months

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corvosider + 2? no pref in who's kissing who

the Outsider and his favourite

#dishonored #corvo attano #the outsider #corvosider #ert #sketchbook #still taking these mistletoe requests btw nothings changed #(open to most ships tbh)

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horansqueen · 4 years

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AM Conversations : chapter 35

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- if you want to be notified when this is updated, please message me or leave a comment!

- you can send me questions and theories and comments. tbh they all make me SO SO SO SOOOO HAPPY! and make me want to write more! you can also tell me if there are things you WANT to happen. you never know, i may add it :P

- note for this chapter: i feel like not many things happened and i’m sorry. i promise more will happen asap. more smut too. there will be some in the next chapter and some also in chapter 38 or something. more things will happen and at some point i’ll skip a few weeks too. i just want to show that theyre getting closer and closer with time. i really hope this chapter isnt a disappointment. here are the ‘requests’ i added btw. (i know theyre not exactly what was asked but hey, i tried lol)

Chapter 35 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

We were all talking and laughing as gifts were exchanged but most of the time, my eyes would go back to look at Niall, sitting on the couch, legs spread, in his black pants, dress shirt and tie. I felt so happy to be with him at this exact moment in this specific place and surprisingly, he seemed just as happy as i was. It was hard to believe and if someone had told me that I would be dating Niall by now, I would have laughed, but it was true, it was now my reality, and I never thought my reality could be my dream coming true.

He caught me looking at him and raised his eyebrows with a smirk. I smiled more, feeling slightly embarrassed, and looked down before looking back up in his eyes. I never wanted this to end. I jumped slightly when Theo sat on my lap and chuckled a bit, wrapping my arms around him and kissing the top of his head. I've always loved kids and this tiny version of the Horan brothers was bringing inside me a sensation of intense love.

"Show me what Santa got you." I just said before he proceeded to hand me all the gifts he had received quickly.

I slipped my hand in his hair gently and sent him a smile before he got off of me to run to my boyfriend. I breathed in, feeling uncomfortable in these clothes and wishing I could just put sweatpants on, and finally got up to get in the kitchen.

"Can I help you with anything?" I proposed as Maura turned to look at me, her lips curling immediately when our eyes met.

"No, no darling," she shook her head with a chuckle. "I just needed more wine."

I laughed and nodded as she poured an other glass and handed it to me. I let out a short sigh, a smile still on my lips, and took it from her hands before taking a sip.

"You didn't have to be nervous." she finally let out as I leaned my side on the counter next to me. "We're all very happy that you two are finally together."

"Except Bobby." I joked with a laugh. "He lost his bet."

Maura laughed again and shook her head.

"No, he just hoped it would have taken a bit more time."

I frowned, not really understanding what she meant, and tilted my head.

"Oh we both knew you'd end up together." she explained, raising her eyebrows. "I guessed it would be this year, after tour. Bobby said it would be late next year, that it would take Niall more time to admit to his feelings. I guess he underestimated his son."

I let out a surprised chuckle and my lips parted as my shoulders fell. It was incredible and such a relief to realize that my beliefs were shared, that I was not the only one who thought all these years that Niall and I were meant to be.

"Tell me he did something big to ask you."

This time, I laughed, pushing away the bet Niall's parents had made to bring me back to the day where Niall sang that song to me in a bar in front of all of our friends and a bunch of strangers.

"I told him first, and then a few days later yea, he did something big." I admitted with a nod.

"You told him your feelings first?" she expressed, raising her eyebrows and laughing. "That's why I won."

I closed my eyes and laughed too, taking an other sip of wine. It made me wonder how long it would have taken us to get into a relationship if I hadn't told him how I felt... What if I had told him before? Would we be together?

"It was that obvious, wasn't it?"

I didn't have to say anything else, she knew exactly what I was talking about, and she raised her nose slightly before nodding.

"Why didn't he see it?" I added in a low tone, mostly asking myself. I frowned and looked down until I heard Maura talk again.

"He was stuck in his routine and what he was always used to do." she just pointed out. "You were his best friend, that was his certitude, why should he change that, you know? Why should he think about you any other way? By telling him how you felt you forced him to consider you as more than his best friend. Clearly he felt the same and it was obvious since you said it only took him a few days."

I nodded very slowly and looked down at the glass in my hand.

"I should have told him before." I confessed in a whisper. "We lost so much time."

I felt her take a step closer to me but didn't dare looking up. I just breathed deeply in and sighed a bit too loud.

"Maybe he was not ready before."

I held my breath and looked up at her. The look she was sending me was a mix of compassion, happiness and amusement and it hit me how similar she and Niall were, both physically and mentally. I thought about all we went through, all the memories we had, recent or old, and how much every single one of them meant the world to me. I thought about how much i've hurt, how hard some days were, how many tears I cried... I would do it all over again if it was to end up with that same result. I wouldn't change anything from our story, and I knew we were exactly where we were supposed to be, at the right time.

"Maybe I was not ready either." I admitted, licking my lips. "But I am now."

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The door closed behind a tired Bobby and when Maura turned back to us, she raised her eyebrows. Her eyes moved from her son to me and then back to him and she sighed with a smile, bringing Niall closer into a hug before kissing his cheek.

"I guess you won't need that second mattress, right?"

I felt my heart jump in my chest out of embarrassment but Niall only chuckled.

"Nop, but thanks mom."

"Alright, well i'm tired, Chris and I are going to bed." she said after yawning. "Goodnight, and don't stay up too late, okay?"

I laughed when she raised her eyebrows and we finally got upstairs in silence. I yawned too as we walked to my boyfriend's old room but he stopped abruptly right in front of his door. I almost bumped into him and he turned around, looking down at me with a smile.

"Wait, you forgot something."

I frowned but as I was about to ask what he meant, he pointed up and I looked over our heads only to see mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. I shook my head with a chuckle, staring at it for a few seconds before looking back at him. This time, he was smirking, and I tilted my head.

"Did you set this up?"

"No, it got there magically." he let out jokingly before laughing. "Of course I set this up."

"You know you don't need mistletoe to kiss me, right?" I teased too, laughing a bit.

"Just to be sure," he started, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. "I thought about putting some all around my house."

"Oh i'd love to see that." I laughed again but this time it was cut short when he pressed his lips on mine firmly.

He deepened the kiss and It took me all my strength not to whimper in his mouth. His lips traveled down my neck and it made me smile. I wanted him so bad I felt my whole body on fire but I didn't want to do this here, in his mom's house, especially not for our first time.

"Let's get in your room, okay?" I proposed in a low tone. "I'd kill for a pair of sweatpants."

He laughed against the skin of my neck but finally nodded and I followed him in his room, closing the door behind us. I searched through my stuff to find a t-shirt and sweatpants but when I got back up, I felt Niall's hands on my waist from behind and his lips were back on my neck, making goosebumps appear on my skin.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but you look very nice in that dress." he whispered. I felt his teeth nibbling my neck gently and I bit my bottom lip hard. "Kind of like that time you wore a skirt on that double date?"

The thought made my heart skip a beat and all I could remember from that day was how his fingers kept drawing circles on my knee and that he had asked Harry to switch place with me so we could be sitting next to each other.

"Niall, we're at your mom's." I pointed out in a whisper, closing my eyes and hoping my words would convince him because I had a hard time to convince myself. "She could hear."

"I know petal, but you turn me on so bad." To prove his point, he pushed his hips closer and I felt his hard cock press against my ass, making me hold my breath.

I wanted him too, so bad that it almost hurt, but I still took a step further, turning around as he groaned and grimaced. I smiled more when he opened his eyes and sighed but his eyes roamed on me for a while before he just gave up.

"I'll put my sweatpants on." I proposed with a smile. "That way you won't be turned on because of that dress."

He laughed and shook his head before sitting on the bed.

"Because you think you don't turn me on in your sweatpants?"

I stared at him for a few seconds, feeling a wave of love invading me suddenly. Thinking that I turned him on was surreal but I realized his feelings for me were real with his last words. He lusted me when I was all dressed up, but he also lusted me when I was in sweatpants and a baggy shirt and for some reason, that made me feel more beautiful than I ever felt in my whole life.

"Come on, turn around while I get undressed."

"Of course." he laughed, putting his hand over his eyes before spreading his fingers to peek.

"Pervert." I let out with a smile.

"Hey, nothing I haven't seen in the shower this morning darling."

That thought made my heart jump in my chest but I just rolled my eyes and turned around, taking my dress off and letting it fall on the floor. I grabbed the t-shirt and put it on before taking off my panties and putting my sweatpants on. I finally turned around only to see him staring at him with a smirk, his head slightly tilted.

"You forgot the bra." he pointed out. "Looks like you're gonna have to take that shirt off again to show me what's under it."

"Don't be silly." I frowned with a smile, reaching my back with both hands to unclasp my bra before taking the straps down and pulling on it.

He grimaced when I let my bra fall on the floor with the rest of my clothes and it made me laugh again. I walked to him slowly, putting one of my knees next to his thigh on the bed before straddling him completely, sitting on his lap. I could feel his eyes search for mine but I simply bit my bottom lip and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Let me help you." I just murmured, knowing way too well that I was torturing both of us and that it would be tough to stop ourselves again.

I undid his tie when I was done and pushed the shirt off his shoulders before taking the tie off and dropping it on the floor. I felt a shiver cross my back as my hands ran on his skin and it made him chuckle.

"Look who's all over the other now." he pointed out, making me look up in his eyes.

My lips curled and I ran my tongue on the bottom one as my eyes roamed on his face. He was right, I wanted him as much as he wanted me... probably even more, but I was still scared.

"Can I ask you something serious and get a serious answer?" I asked after my eyes fell down on my hands still placed on his chest.

One of his hands reached mine and squeezed my fingers, making me look back up in his eyes. He was pretty, so pretty i felt my heart twist in my chest at how lucky I was.

"You can ask me anything." he let out in a whisper, making my eyes soften a bit.

"Let's say we have sex." I started, licking my lips and curling his into a smirk.

"Let's say we do." he repeated with a hint of amusement.

"What tells me that you won't..." I shrugged and looked down again. "I don't know.. leave me after?"

"Why would I do that?" he asked.

I could hear the confusion and the hurt in the tone of his voice and I breathed in before staring up in his eyes again. I felt stupid for even asking but I just had to. I needed more reassurance than I thought I would and even if I hated it, I couldn't help it.

"Because you didn't like it, or because you realized all this was just lust, something like that?"

Silence fell between us and all I could hear was the beating of my heart accelerating. We remained quiet for about a minute and he finally talked, making my heart jump in my chest again.

"What you said earlier at the park... that you can't remember ever not loving me.. that you loved me through all those memories, through all these years..." he stopped and sighed. "Liv, you're my best friend. You think i'd do something like that to you? We both risked out friendship because we both know that this... what we have... it's real and deep and it's worth it. I thought I only lusted you but it was just because... I didn't want to admit to myself how deeply in love with you I am."

My eyes opened wider at his confession and he squeezed my hands again. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to keep my tears in, but I knew I was tearing up and that he could see it.

"Something clicked after the tour. Something was different. It took me a while to realize it and a while to accept it too." he shrugged a shoulder still staring at me. "But you make me happy, you make me feel something I never felt before, and this is real."

Slowly, I brought one of my hands to his jaw and ran my thumb on his bottom lip. We were just two stupid kids back then and I was just a loser in love with her best friend. Now was different, we were different and we were together.

"I loved you through everything." I whispered, not out of shame but because I was scared my voice would crack. "I fell asleep thinking of you and woke up with you on my mind. Sometimes I felt like I was going insane and that I would never get over you. I ruined relationships on purpose, I was jealous, pathetic and sometimes a bad friend. I would have done anything Niall. Any fucking thing. Does that scare you?"

He shook his head lightly, still looking in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry I've hurt you." he let out just as low. "I didn't know you loved me like that, I didn't know you kept all those feelings inside, behind that wall. I love you too. I promise to repeat it often enough to ease all the pain you felt through the years."

I felt a tear run down my cheek and he quickly let go of my hand to wipe it.

"So to answer your question, no." he added, licking his lips. "No, I won't leave you. No it's not just lust. No, you don't have to be scared, or self-conscious, or jealous. If I could make you feel all the love I have for you I would, and I promise you'd never doubt it again."

I got closer and pressed my lips against his. He answered the kiss, quickly deepening it but still going slow as his arms wrapped around me. He turned us around and my back fell on the mattress as he crawled on top of me, his lips still pressed on mine. I could feel my whole body throb at the intense moment we were living and all I could think about was that he was in love with me. I was not imagining it, he had used these words and I was ecstatic. I pulled him closer and whimpered low when his hips ground against mine, setting my whole body on fire.

"Not here." I whispered, pulling away slightly but with difficulty.

"Not here." he repeated, panting lightly against my mouth.

We both smiled and he peeled his body off of mine and lied down next to me on his back, chuckling low.

"Give me a few minutes to cool down will you?" he added, laughing again as I closed my eyes, searching for his hand on the bed.

We stopped talking for a long time and I finally decided to get up to turn the lights off before getting back in bed with him. He had taken his pants down and was now laying next to me, under the covers, in only his boxers.

"Do you want kids?" I let out a bit randomly as a bunch of thoughts run in my mind.

"You know I do." he expressed, turning his head my way before I did the same.

"No I mean, do you want kids with me?"

The right corner of his lips moved up and he raised his eyebrows a bit.

"Not now." he admitted, turning his body and bringing his arm around my waist to pull me closer. "But later, yea. Plus, I love seeing you with Theo, i'm sure he'll grow up to adore you. Not as much as I do but still."

I laughed and rolled my eyes but the truth was, I liked his answers. He made me feel good with every single words he said and he didn't even try. He was just being Niall and it made all of it even better.

"Maybe we can practice when we get back home?"

His eyes studied me for a while, a smile still drawn on his lips and he just licked them, holding me tighter against him.

"Only if you feel ready."

The way he cared about me made something stir in my stomach and I smiled back.

"I am."

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This time, the airport was crowded and I cursed at myself mentally for not bringing a pair of sunglasses. I did everything I could to hide myself a bit behind Niall but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer the way he always did. I knew he did it to keep me close to him and to make sure we wouldn't lose sight of each other but it made me extremely nervous. I tried to ignore the flashes from the camera and the paparazzis yelling at Niall to look his way but it was not easy. I groaned low as security tried to help us reach the gate but I let out a louder than intended 'ow!' when someone literally pulled my hair. I took a mental note to tie it from now on and maybe even hide it in my hoodie but I felt Niall grab my hand and intertwine our fingers. It suddenly made me feel better and it's only when we sat down in the plane that I felt stress cool down a bit. Our palms were sweating against the other's but I didn't want to let go of his hand and I held it even tighter.

"Did someone hurt you back there?" he asked, genuinely concerned and a bit pissed.

I grimaced and shrugged, leaning against my seat and closing my eyes.

"Yea someone just pulled my hair. Hard." I admitted with an other groan. "I hate people."

"Wait, someone fucking pulled your hair?"

He had moved closer to me and I shrugged again, trying not to make a big deal out of it. I felt a bit stupid and I was not sure why but I didn't want to show it.

"A fan or a pap?"

"I don't know."

He let go of my hand quickly and grabbed his phone, typing something quickly and a bit roughly on his phone, making me frown. It's only when I got a notification that I understood he had tweeted something about it.

'I'll say this once and hope it gets through everyone's head. dont. hurt. my. girlfriend.'

I felt my heart melt and a ridiculous smile appeared on my lips. It was the very first time Niall was calling me his girlfriend on social medias and I liked it, I liked it more than I probably should. I couldn't pretend I was not happy that my own profile was private though. I didn't even want to imagine all the hate I would be getting if it was public.

"Is it okay?" he asked, making me look up in his eyes and smile. "I can delete it if you want."

"Delete the first time you call me your girlfriend officially online? No way!"

We both laughed and I leaned my head on his shoulder, grabbing his hand on mine again. He brought them on his thigh and I stared at our fingers as his thumb brushed gently against the top of my hand.

"That's not too much PDA?" I asked low with a smirk.

"No." he whispered back. "Just enough."

I laughed again, feeling relaxed and safer now, and he placed his head on top of mine. I couldn't wait to be back home but at the same time, I felt home anyway and I realized it was because my home was literally sitting right next to me. It was dangerous to give someone so much power over you and your happiness but I couldn't help it. With Niall, every moment, every smell, every feeling was better. I thought about the few days we spent at his mom’s and how everyone had been so nice to me and so happy for us. I thought about the fact that I literally told him we'd have sex as soon as we'd get back home and it made me febrile. I was excited, nervous but mostly incredibly happy. I couldn't wait to be myself again when it came to sex. I was not the type to be shy and I loved trying new things but with Niall, all I could think about was how he was seeing me and what he was thinking. It was adding limits and boundaries to our relationship and I hated it.

"Are you part of the mile high club?" I suddenly asked.

He took his head away and I turned mine, raising my eyebrows at him. He looked at me amused again and he just chuckled, his eyes scanning me.

"Not yet, are you?"

"Don't be silly, of course I'm not." I rolled my eyes with a chuckle.

"I don't think our first time-"

"Not now, no!" I cut him quickly but quickly relaxed. "But, someday, maybe?" I proposed with a shrug.

"Oh definitely." he replied in a low tone with a hint of eagerness. "I want to try many things with you. Not just sexually. I want a bunch of firsts with you. And then I want us to do it again."

Without giving me time to answer, he pressed his lips on mine and I chuckled against his mouth. I felt my whole body quiver slightly at the thought of everything our future was holding and I realized it was shivers of impatience. I couldn't want to live my life with him.

"We will."

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blizzardfluffykpop · 6 years

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Parties

Summary: Maybe we should decorate for Christmas earlier, especially since we have guest coming over on the 25th.

One-shot

Chan X Female! Reader

This was requested by @leeknowfeels btw

Prompt: 22. “Two years ago today I met the (girl/guy) of my dreams and I was wondering if it could stop being a dream, and we could be a reality… Will you be mine? Forever?”

Winter the most wonderful time of the year, is not an opinion for me at least. I meet Chan, on December 25th, one of my favorite days of the year since. It’s not as good as January 27th though; that day Chan would ask me to be his lover. The way he asked was, “(Y/n) I’ve known you for less than two months, but I don’t need a long time, to know I want to be with you. Would you want to be mine?” We were just sitting at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to take us to the university. I said, “Did you even have to ask? You already had me.” After that you wouldn’t catch us without at least being arm in arm.

That was two years ago, and it’s winter again. Thankfully, I can’t stand the scintillating sun raining down on me with its rays of light; when I already had Chan. He can make a winter night, feel as hot as a summer with just a smile. He’s the light of my life, he knows that already, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t tell him. Or how I’m proud of him, for how far he has come, or that his voice is music to my ears whether it is singing or rapping, or just talking to me. That his dancing is god send, he’d mid as well tell me he was Apollo, I’d believe that, full-heartedly.

He inspires me to write endless poetry, I’ve been a poet and finished up school the summer before we met. I’ve written a few poem books, nothing has sold like Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur but Chan always tells me, that if not today someone notices my writing, then tomorrow. He gives me great hopes and he’ll sometimes come in when I’m in my mode, and grabs one I just finished. No matter how much I beg him not to read it, he does. He calls me cheesy as sin, for some reason he likes to read in a Shakespearean voice, which makes me crack up, no matter how many times he tells me I’m a sap.

Whenever inspiration strikes me anymore, it’s usually while I’m sitting and looking at a picture of us. Like the one where we were sitting in sunflowers and pointing at different clouds, and Jeongin, the little rat found out and took three pictures of us before he was chased off. I’d say it’s my favorite poem,

“Sunflowers,

Though it was hours,

Nothing seems long when I’m with you,

Laying there looking at the blue,

White and sometimes gray clouds,

Never cease to shroud,

Not in mystery,

Nor in blistery,

But us from the world,

Until we are furled,

In each other's arms,

Until someone finds us,

Leaving us absolutely superfluous,

In sunflowers,

Summertime lasted no more than hours,

But yet for years,

As I look back on it in happy tears”

Yes, he makes me an absolute sap, but only for him. But he can’t say much either as he sings me to sleep with love songs, coming out of his mouth one after another. I don’t know how I ended up with such a soft, sweet, caring human being. “All I think of is you” I say when I open the door and he’s sitting there putting garland on the mantle, “Huh?” He questions me, “I literally walked passed a groot stuffed animal and heard you in my head go, ‘I am GROOT’ maybe that should be your next album” He laughs at me, “Maybe~” We stick up the tree together, decorating and throwing garland at each other to get it to the other side, whining about how much dust there is on the garlands, is a yearly ordeal.

Once we’re almost done with the tree and only a topper being our only problem. “I think we may have to call Jeongin for this one” I say scratching the back of my head as I realize we underestimated the size, and how tall we are. He hands me the topper, “I’m shorter than you sweetie, and I’m not scaling that thing either-” When all of a sudden I feel arms wrap around my waist, “Here we go!” I squeal as he says it, and I realize he is lifting me up to put the topper up. He gets me to the top, and I place the snowflake on the very top branch. “You got it?” He asks, “Yeah” I feel him stumble and I know immediately what was coming, I just had to place that emptied box directly in front of the tree…

The next thing I know is we are on the ground more or less, him in the box and me directly on top of him. He groans, and I laugh, “Oops” He shakes his head as he pushes me off of him and gets out of the box, I’m stuck in the box when I get a silly idea and before he can offer me a hand, I flip over and make sure it is over my legs, “Babe look! I’m a snail-” “We been knew” I glare up at him, “You know I may be slow but you can at least laugh at my jokes! These are the jokes kid!” “You’re really going to quote Monsters Inc. In this house?” I nod, and he rolls his eyes, “You’re cute, baby girl,... I love you and your jokes.” “Well, that makes two of us, I love you too-” “What about my jokes?!” “Whatever makes you sleep at night~” He rolls his eyes at me, “I love them, sweetie” I throw the box off of me, getting up.

I see some mistletoe on the ground, and I snatch it up, I raise my hand over our heads, “Hey look up~” He does, and he grins at me, pulling me into his arms and kissing me softly, I kiss back, when we, finally, let go I grin at him, “I love you~” “I love you more” “Nu-uh” “Ya-huh” We go back and forth until we, finally, finish cleaning up the boxes and collapsing on the couch, “Let’s agree to disagree” He asks, “I can go for that,... You know we should probably decorate December 1st not December 23rd…” I say as we lay on top of each other, “We’ll do it on time next year, baby” I shake my head, “Fine, sunflower”

We watch The Grinch until we fall asleep, waking up uncomfortable, and complaining. “4 more days til Christmas” I mutter to him, “Yeah, I can’t believe it” I look at the clock, “You’re gonna be late!! Go shoo shoo, get dressed!!” I say flinging myself off of him, and pushing him into the bedroom. He gets dressed in record time, and I wait for him by the door, “I love you” “Don’t you ever get tired of saying that?” “No, how could I ever tire telling the truth? Are you tired of saying it” I pout, “No, never, I love you, I love you, I loVE YOU!!” He screeches at the end, “I’m glad, I’ll see you later babe!” I peck his lips, and he races out the door.

I clean up and go out seeing the time, I still work at a bistro since my poet gig, although it may be my dream it hasn’t made it big yet. I’ll have to wait, no matter how many times Chan tells me I don’t have to work, that my poet’s income and his artist income is enough. But the job gives me something to do. And with the holidays coming up it gives me freedom of buying gifts and him not knowing how much they we’re. He hates me spending money on him, although I can’t say I’m much better at that. I hate it as well, we are much more for family and friends over for the holidays and love, not gifts. But doesn’t mean we don’t go over the top for each other.

Speaking of which our little apartment is going to be full, the rest of SKZ is coming over, thank god we aren’t having any family over or there would be a horrible line, to the restroom, worse than it would be just with the ten of us. I’m so excited for that day, which is why I ended up just spilling coffee, good thing it was iced coffee,... all over my hand. I clean it up and quickly make a new iced coffee for the customer patiently waiting for me to come over. Why people order coffee this late, or coffee at all is beyond me.

After all my shift is at 12, they order a salad, what an odd combo as well, I bring their coffee over. Shortly their salad comes out, for a Saturday we sure are slow, then again everyone is at work today. So that leaves me with only three tables to serve, which means the day isn’t as hectic but doesn’t mean it goes fast either.

When the day, finally, ends I just drag myself up to our bedroom and go to sleep, it must be 10 O'clock at night before I feel something snuggle into me, “You’re home early” I say looking over at him, “And you’re already in bed” “Says you” he laughs, and we just cuddle exchanging small talk falling asleep.

Today's’ the 25th, the bistro is closed, and I wake up to Chan’s sleeping figure. I brush the green hair out of his eyes and place a soft kiss on forehead. I put my phone on record and start speaking my thoughts, so I can write down the poem later.

“Waking up is different when it's next to you,

Christmas is no longer blue,

You haven’t gotten a clue,

How much I love you,

I’m a sap but you are too-”

Before I can add another line, “I love you more~” I laugh, “You wake up so weird” He chuckles, “Least I don’t snore-” “Chan, I love you, but sweetie… YOU SNORE LOUD! I’m surprised the neighbors don’t come over and complain…” I trail off, “You’re so mean” He pouts, my eyes roll to the back of my head, “Whatever major loser-” “Remember your dating this loser-” “Right my MAJOR loser” He shakes his head, “I’m going to date Woojin, he won’t call me a major loser-” “You used me for land development?!?” I laugh he shakes his head at me, “Come on we have to get ready, and I don’t mean get out of our pajamas, I mean make the boys hot cocoa!” And with that he is up in an instance, “Sometimes I feel like you care more for them, than me” I mutter, “I wonder why” I shake my head at him, throwing my pillow at him, and it hits the door before it hits him.

I turn off my recorder, and follow him downstairs and start making hot cocoa, just as we finish the ten cups, marshmallows all over them, filled over the brim. A rampage of knocks come, and Chan lets in the eight trouble makers. “(Y/n)!!! We haven’t seen you in forever” A screech called Jisung and then 8 people wrapped around me hugging, “I missed you guess too!” Chan scoffs, “It’s only been four days” “Ooh~ Someone’s jealous~” Changbin let’s out, “Am not” Chan pouts, “Come on join the hug, sweetie” I say, Chan grumpily joins, “Someone’s jealous because I get a better welcome~” I say and muss up Chan’s hair, “ANYWAYS WHO WANTS TO WATCH FROSTY THE SNOWMAN!” Chan announces, and they all break free from the hug, grabbing hot cocoa and rushing over with careful steps to the couch.

Chan wraps his arm around me, “We’re stuck on the floor aren’t we-” “Yeah but what you gonna do?” We laugh, grabbing our respective mugs and sit in front of the couch, and we all horribly sing along to the songs.

Three hours later, “You guys wanna open presents now?” Seungmin whines, we agree grabbing our own presents, all of the boys had brought theirs over from the dorm. The boys screeching along with me, as we open our presents. “IT’S JUST WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED” “A CHRISTMAS DELIGHT” Surprisingly, we haven’t had a neighbor come over to ask if we were okay or the police called on us; always a good sign, but I’m not jinxing it, I knock on some wood to make sure of that one.

When Chan, finally, piped up after we all just open presents for I don’t know how long, “I have an important present” We all raise our brows, although I see a few little smirks, I don’t question it as Chan moves from the floor to his knee, the poor lad must be getting up to get it. So I get up ready to help him up, before I can hold out my hand to him, he pulls out a little box… No way… “Two years ago today I met the girl of my dreams and I was wondering if it could stop being a dream, and we could be a reality… Will you be mine? Forever?” My jaw drops, no way,... “Man you beat me to the punch,” I say because that’s the first thing that came to my mind; instead, of ‘I love you’ or ‘Yes’ so I immediately add to my response, “I would love to be yours forever, Chan~” He slips the ring onto my finger and I have to stop me from crying as cheers erupt from the couch. Chan’s’ fingers lock with mine, and I can’t stop looking into his beautiful eyes, “Hey you too look up!” Comes from Hyunjin and we do and it’s Changbin holding mistletoe over us, “Let’s give the people what they want?” Chan says to me giggling, I can’t hold back my little giggles as he kisses me.

#3rd day of 37 days of Christmas #day 3 of 37 days of Christmas #chan #chan skz #chan stray kids #chan x reader #reader #x reader #kpop x reader #christmas fanfiction #fluff #stray kids #skz #3racha #37 days of christmas

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andyl394 · 6 years

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FESTIVE PROMPT - Steve Harrington x Reader

Request: From the festive prompt list, 1, 2 and 35 Steve Harrington x Reader?

1. “Is that mistletoe?”

2.“Are you- are you pulling down mistletoe?”

35.“You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner??”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader!Henderson

Word Count: 1,744

Warnings: Just cursing, a lot of fluff. Maybe some spoilers of the second season? Not really sure?

A/N: Heya! I was supposed to post this Saturday (09/12/2k17), but my town had this major storm and I was out of energy for three days, honestly, I don’t know if I could handle another night of playing cards under the lights of candles with my family. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this and the Prompt list is right HERE. I’m going to post the other two to repay for those days <3 (btw, the requests are open for the prompts!)

MASTERLIST

“Everyone knows the plan, right?”

“Yes, Dustin. You’ve been through it five times, already.” Mike rolled his eyes; it was Christmas and your mother had decided that she’d make a huge fest to Dustin’s friends.

“Yeah, man. Calm down, we just have to put your sister and Steve under the mistletoe. It’ll be easy.” Everyone agreed with Lucas’ statement.

Your history with Steve was… weird. You had been searching for your brother the whole day when you heard him saying through the extra walkie he left for you, something about a code red and to meet him in the junkyard with any kind of weapon.

Apparently, you weren’t supposed to go, since he was talking only to his friends and when you got to the place, nobody was there, it was foggy and this fucking huge and creepy dog was chasing you down.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Dustin!” You roared, ignoring the stomps coming from the other side as you turned quickly to hit that motherfucker in the weird face mid-air.

“Whoah.” Raising your eyes, you watched no one less than Steve Harrington mouth agape, awe and something more in his eyes. “Y/N, uh, hey, fancy seeing you here-“

“Where the fuck is my brother?”

That’s where it all began.

After getting rid of the – what you learned were called – demodogs, you helped get rid of Billy, which led you to a chapped lip, a forming bruise on your chin and a broken wrist after you having tried to beat the shit out of that fuckface, that was, until Steve got his ass kicked.

Yeah, he got fucked up, but you still were able to throw some good punches before Max showed off how badass she was.

You didn’t want Max to drive, but your stupid brother wasn’t being able to take care of Steve, so you had to go in the back, besides, if that girl could almost smash her step-brother’s junk, she was able to drive. Steve’s head resting on your thighs as you cared for the injuries.

“Slow down a bit, Max. Lucas, put your god damn seatbelt on.” You barked orders, sighing in relief when they actually listened. “Now, explain. What were those things and why did they try to eat my face?”

“They are Demogorgons, I took care of Dart, but he grew up to what tried to eat your face, oh and it ate Mews, but anyways-”

“IT ATE WHAT?”

“Y/N, darling, go open the door!” You grumbled at your mother’s request, eyeing the group of younglings in suspicion before turning with a smile to Joyce and Will.

“Good night!” You hugged Will, kissing the top of his head and giggling at his blushed cheeks before hugging Joyce and leading them inside. “Where’s Jonathan?”

“Oh, he’s coming with Nancy.” Nodding your head, you watched the group filling Will with something.

“Is he okay?”

“He is, now.” She smiled, patting your shoulder and waving at your mother, quickly going to talk to one of the adults in the room, besides the kid’s parents, while Hopper didn’t arrive with El - Jane -. You were about to close the door when you got startled with a voice next to your face

“Knock, knock.” Steve smiled before opening the rest of the door himself and lifting you up, swirling around and causing a laugh to escape from your lips.

“Let me down, moron.” He chuckled, obeying before giving you a proper hug.

“Can I sit on your lap and tell you what I want for Christmas, Santa?” Rolling your eyes and trying to hide a smile, you shoved him lightly, making his giggle – caused by your Santa’s beanie – turn into a hearted laugh, attracting the kid’s attention.

“Why don’t you go talk to your children, mom? Figure out what they’re plotting against me.” Steve looked at the group, grinning and winking at them, making you gasp and slap his shoulder. “Are in on whatever they’re planning?”

“Ouch! What? No!” He puffed looking up in disappointment before sending them a harsh look. “And I thought we had agreed that you were the mom and I was the dad.”

“Shit, we forgot to put it on the door,” Mike whined as the whole group groaned.

“Plan A went to shit, let’s stick with plan B, then.”

“I’m the dad, dickhead!” Steve looked around, laughing at your words before questioning

“You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner? You even invited Hargrove?!” you gave him a bitter chuckle before answering

“Apparently, according to mom, inviting Max and not inviting their parents and brother, is rude. He and his dad are dicks, but Max’s mom is a sweetheart.”

He hummed, arms still wrapped around you as you tried to close the door, being the interrupted by a cough.

“Oh, crap. Oh no.” Dustin said; eyes wide open as Mike and Will gasped.

Quickly taking a step back from Steve, you placed a smile on your lips to welcome Jonathan and Nancy.

“I’m going to talk to our children.” He said under his breath, letting you go and getting out of your sight as Jonathan awkwardly waved.

“Merry Christmas, love-birds.” You maliciously wiggled your brows, earning chuckles from your friends. “C’mon in, dinner will be served at nine. And while we wait, would you two mind discovering what your brothers and mine are planning?”

“Hhm, sure?”

“Well, you two know your way around, I’m going to see if mom needs help with something while I avoid Billy’s attempts to pull me under the mistletoe.”

They watched you ignore Billy as you made your way to the kitchen; it didn’t take long for them to walk into the Party.

“Whatever you guys are planning, you need to be more discreet about it,” Nancy said as Steve waved at them both to follow you like a lost puppy, trying to get his plan to work.

“What is the plan, anyway?”

“We’re trying to make Dustin’s sister kiss Steve,” Max said when everybody got quiet, receiving hisses as if she shouldn’t have told that. “What?”

“N dumped S for J.” Dustin said with the side of his mouth in a whisper, making her eyes go wide.

“Oh, I-I said kiss? I meant kill.” She tried to laugh it off, but the couple exchanged looks.

“We’re in.” They said in unison.

“How can we help?” The boys sighed in relief, quickly telling them their plan on simply putting them under any mistletoe around the house.

It was nearly nine when they finally gave up; it didn’t matter how many times they tried, whenever you two got together under one of the many mistletoes, someone would get in their way. The only one that could take a kiss out of you was Will as he lured you under the plant while Steve was giving himself a prep-talk.

It happened that his “prep-talk” took too long because as he finally found himself some courage, you looked up at the plant and laughed, getting his attention.

“Did you do this on purpose?” Will’s eyes widened and his cheeks got red, he’d been very specific on the spot. You dropped to your knees and gave him a little innocent peck before getting up and chuckling, messing up his hair and leaving the paralyzed boy behind.

“What the hell, man!” Dustin said; all of the boys were agape while Steve got next to them. “You kissed my sister!”

“She kissed me!” He said, all of his face red at what had just happened. “I’m sorry, Steve.”

“It’s okay, bud. At least one of us got to kiss her.” Steve mumbled, patting his head and sighing. Maybe you two just weren’t meant to be. “I’m going to get some air.”

Steve didn’t see you watching him get out, slumped shoulder as he opened the door, walking to the porch and gazing around the street. Why was it so difficult?

“Fancy seeing you here, pretty boy.” Your voice startled him, since he didn’t hear you walk behind him, making the boy turn quickly, one hand on his chest as if he was about to have a heart attack.

“Jesus Christ! What are you, kitty? A ninja or something?” Steve grumbled; getting a chuckle out of you as you wrapped yourself on him, letting the boy hug you by the waist.

“Yeah, I’m a cat and a ninja. I’m ninja-cat! A Catja!” He shook his head, giving you the hearted laugh you loved so much. “Did you get jealous that I kissed Will under the mistletoe?” You smirked, watching his cheeks get a slight pink tone.

“Wha- What? Me? Jealous of my own children? Pfff, please!” He stuttered as you took something from behind his head, innocently lifting it between you two.

“Is that mistletoe?” Your voice was so innocent that he wondered if you were kidding, his heart beating strongly against his ribs.

“Are you- are you pulling down mistletoe?” When he looked into his eyes, he saw nothing but pure innocence while your lips held this sinful smirk.

“Am I? You know the rules, Harrington.” You whispered, lowering your arm so you could wrap it around his neck, slowly pressing yourself even more on him, your lips ghosting over his teasingly “Besides, weren’t you trying to do this all night?”

Steve let his eyes wander all over your feature, searching for any signs of hesitation or that you were joking with him, but he couldn’t find any.

Your cheeks grew redder as he took his time lifting one hand to your chin, you closed your eyes when you heard a very frustrated:

“JUST KISS ALREADY!” Snapping out of your bubble, both of you eyed Dustin getting scolded by Nancy as she took all of the kids from the window, keeping them from googling you two, before winking and closing the curtains.

Both of you chuckled, not taking long in going back to the previous position.

“You heard the chief.” He said before his lips crashed into yours, sighing in relief when you melted into his arms; one hand running through his hair while the other stood on his jaw, caressing his cheek with your thumb as you parted away searching for air.

Opening your eyes, you couldn’t help but reflect the dorky smile Steve held.

“Whoah.” Steve held your face, staring lovingly into your eyes, resting his forehead on yours with a gentle smile on his lips.

“Yeah, whoah.” He chuckled and whispered, before going in to kiss you again: “Merry Christmas.”

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I Can’t Do the One-Two Step | Newt x Reader

Request: Heyy! Would you write an imagine with Newt where everyone knows they're in love with each other but reader and Newt are damn oblivious about it so the glade tries to get them together and then they just hang mistletoes everywhere until they kiss and each other? I hope my english is okay, it's not my first language!😅 btw i love your writings!😍 - Anonymous

Warnings: None Word count: 2,668

A/N: Thank you for the request! Your English is fine, honey. Don’t ever feel embarrassed by that because knowing more than one language is so badass. As TBS would say, YOU GO GIRL! And, by the way, I loved writing this so much, it was so freaking cute and feel free to request imagines anytime because you have awesome ideas. I hope you enjoy it!

While none of us can remember a specific Christmas memory, we all remember the happy and family-centered holiday in general, and we decided that this year we would celebrate it in the Glade. The month before we were going to have our Christmas we spent decorating with what little materials we could work with, and gathering or making presents for other members of our little family. We were waiting until the thirty-sixth Greenie was sent up, marking three years that the first round of Gladers have been here.

I hear footsteps outside of my room in the Homestead and immediately throw the gifts and paper I’m using for wrapping under my bed as my door swings open.

“Saw that,” Teresa accuses with a giggle before bounding over and jumping to sit on my bed next to me.

“It doesn’t matter because I obviously wouldn’t get you a present,” I joke and stick my tongue out at her.

“Now, we both know that’s a lie. You love me the most of anyone here. Well, the second most,” she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

I push her playfully. “Quiet, you, or you definitely won’t be getting anything next week.”

“So what did you get Newt?” she asks, her voice a whisper.

I bite my lip and play with my fingers for a bit, feeling embarrassed. “Well, I kind of have been working with Gally on something...”

I meet her eyes and she’s staring at me expectantly.

I move to the floor and search under my bed before I grab the only present wrapped neatly in gold paper.

“Newt’s looks like that, while you throw mine, your best friend’s, in a brown sack?”

Now I push her for real. “Teresa! You’re the worst. You couldn’t have waited another week?”

“I don’t like surprises,” she answers simply.

“Well, surprise! It’s going in the trash now,” I sigh while she laughs and then carefully unwrap the gold paper and give Teresa the contents.

“Wow, (Y/N), this turned out amazing!”

Gally let me borrow some wood and then supervised while I carved it into a dog that Newt had described to me on a few occasions that he thought he may have owned before the Glade. I also tied a small red ribbon around its neck.

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble though, you know. I think there’s something Newt wants a little more.”

I arch a brow at her so she happily continues.

“You know, a –“ and then she pretends to make out with her hand.

“You’re delusional, and gross,” I deadpan, grabbing the figurine back and wrapping it up again just as carefully as the first time before returning it to its spot under my bed. “Also, we have to get to work now.”

I hear her sigh behind me while she sprints to keep up with my retreating self. “You and Newt are the delusional ones.”

“Can we just drop the whole ‘Newt is in love with you too’ act? I’m really not in the mood today,” I say sadly once she catches up and walks next to me.

Teresa groans. “One day, both of you will stop being so shucking ignorant and finally see the truth.”

I ignore her as I see the second-in-command walking towards us but before he catches up, Teresa says goodbye and walks away in a different direction. He smiles at me and I smile back, letting my hair fall in front of my face to hide a blush that I know will probably come.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he says, turning around so we’re both walking towards the kitchen together, which is basically in the direction he came from. He enjoys walking me to work most days, because he’s a nice guy and not because he likes me. I have to keep reminding myself that.

“Hi, Newt.”

We get close enough to the kitchen that I begin to see the paper machete balls decorating it that look like tree ornaments. I squeal in joy and run the last few feet to see them up close. Newt giggles behind me.

“Do you like them? It took a few weeks but I think they came out decent.”

“You did this?” I ask him, with what I can imagine is a huge grin on my face from how it somewhat hurts my cheeks.

He beams and looks down at the floor, rubbing his neck. “Well, you were saying it sucked because you couldn’t see all the festivities from inside the kitchen so I just...”

“I love it, Newt,” I exclaim, bounding forward and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you.”

As we pull away, I lose control of my own movements and find myself kissing him on the cheek. I then mentally slap myself and pull back all the way, my face now a bright crimson and my mouth hanging open at my own stupid actions. Newt’s cheeks redden as well but he continues to smile brightly at me.

“Get a room!” Frypan yells amusedly behind me and I awkwardly wave goodbye to Newt before I turn and follow Fry to start getting lunch ready.

Newt’s POV

(Y/N) waves goodbye and then retreats into the kitchen. I rub my cheek where she had kissed me and continue to feel the warmth on my face from my own blush. I know it doesn’t mean anything to her to make those friendly little gestures, but they always mean the world to me.

“Hey, lover boy,” I hear behind me and turn to see Minho standing there with a knowing smirk.

“How about a little louder, Min, I don’t think she heard you that time,” I respond, rolling my eyes and start walking towards the gardens.

He sighs loudly and follows next to me. “What does it matter? She obviously feels the same for you as you do for her.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

He grabs my sleeve and we come to a stop, staring at each other. “Dude, I literally just watched her kiss you.”

“On the cheek! And it was because I did something nice, and she was just being thankful and friendly,” I answer, annoyed because I really don’t feel like having this conversation with him again.

He laughs in my face. “There’s no such thing as a friendly kiss! I don’t care if someone saves me from getting eaten by a Griever, you’ll never find my lips on any shank unless I have feelings for them.”

“Minho, you’re my best friend, and I love you, but if you don’t shut up I swear I will punch you in the bloody throat so hard that you’ll have no choice but to be quiet,” I tell him and then start walking away again to actually do my job, unlike him.

“Love has made you violent,” he laughs behind me and I quicken my pace to get away from him.

(Y/N)’s POV

Even though our Christmas is today, we all still have to work until sunset. It gives us about two hours less of work than a normal day, but we’re all so antsy to start giving gifts and, for most of the Gladers, getting drunk.

Frypan and I have one of the busiest days of everyone because we have to do all the cooking for the big Christmas dinner, and we have pretty much everything on the menu. When Fry finally says I can have a ten minute break, I basically fall to the ground outside the kitchen from exhaustion. I sit and watch the gardens across from me, but Newt isn’t there because he’s probably showing the new Greenie around. It’s another boy, like we needed another one of those...

Teresa looks up from her weeding and sees me, and then proceeds to say something quickly to Zart before bounding over with a big smile on her face.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N)!” she announces happily.

I nod back at her with a smile on my face, but I’m still too hot and tired to speak. I continue fanning myself as I am almost completely covered in sweat. As soon as I’m done here, I’m going to need to hit the showers before the party.

Teresa reaches into her pocket and grabs something wrapped in a handkerchief, which she hands to me.

I look confusedly at her and then open it. It’s a rectangular piece of metal which has our names carved into one side and ‘BFF’S 4EVER’ carved into the other.

“I love it, Teresa,” I say as I feel happy tears prick my eyes. “But why are you giving me this now? It’s only a few more hours until the party.”

“Well, this is your first present. Your second one comes later,” she says with a knowing smirk.

I don’t notice her mischievous glint because I’m subconsciously angry at myself for getting her only one present when she got me two, but I don’t have much time to think about it as Frypan starts calling my name.

I stand up and hug her. “Thanks again. I love it and I love you. I’ll see you later!”

“Merry Christmas, Gladers!” Alby yells as the leaders and Keepers throw their lit torches into the larger-than-usual stack of wood.

Woops and cheers fill the air and we all raise our cups up. The sun hasn’t set completely, so it’s not dark yet but the fire signifies a celebratory mood. Gally’s drink flows freely, as he’s made the biggest batch he ever has before. I try not to drink too much just yet because I want to give out my gifts before I get completely wasted.

I receive presents left and right, and give out sloppy hugs mixed with tears because I can’t seem to say thank you without crying – especially with a few drinks in me. I give out my presents to everyone, saving Teresa and Newt for last since they’re my best friends and I spent the most time on them.

I give Teresa a brown bag holding her small cow-skin purse and we giggle because we both know this is not her first time seeing it, but she wipes her eyes and thanks me with a big hug anyway.

My eyes scan the crowd for Newt but find him talking to Minho so Teresa and I fill our cups again and talk about all the presents we gave and received. I find Teresa looking over at the pair on a couple occasions even though she tries to laugh it off every time I catch her.

Finally, she looks up again with a big smile and then looks back at me. “Okay, time for present number two. It’s in the map room.”

It was almost completely dark at this point and I had quite a bit of alcohol in me, so I gape at her. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” she grins and then turns me around and pushes me forward.

“I’m going to trip and break something,” I turn to yell at her but she just keeps that playful smirk on her face and motions for me to continue.

I sigh and head into the forest a few feet before I hear footsteps behind me. At first, I’m happy that she’s come to keep me company so I don’t fall but then I turn and see that it’s Newt. We both stop and stare at each other for a second.

“Sorry, I wasn’t following you. Uh, Minho said he had a present for me in the map room.”

I squint at him. “Oh, really? That’s funny. Teresa said she had a present for me in the map room too.”

He holds out his hand and I take it. “Shall we, then?”

Newt stops me from falling on my face on several occasions but the alcohol helps to make me less embarrassed, and Newt and I are both amused at my clumsiness. We are almost bent over and in pain from laughing when we finally make it to the map room.

“Better not be spiders,” Newt snickers and then we enter.

The previous hilarity fades quickly as we see what our present from Minho and Teresa is. The map room’s ceiling is completely covered in mistletoe.

I feel my heart stop and Newt immediately pulls his hand out of mine. The lack of contact feels like a kick in the face. He definitely doesn’t feel the same, and now, Teresa has gone and ruined our friendship.

“I’m going to kill Minho,” Newt growls.

“No need. This is obviously Teresa’s doing,” I tell him, my voice barely a whisper.

“Trust me, this was Minho. I keep telling him you don’t feel the same but he just won’t hear it.”

I gasp and stare at him. “What?”

Newt looks at me confused for a second and then recognition graces his features as he realizes what he just said. I can see his body go into panic mode: his eyes dart to the floor, his lip gets caught between his teeth and it looks like he might actually bite it off, his hands start fiddling together and his skin has gone completely pale.

Maybe it’s the alcohol that helps, but I move in front of him and grab his face and his eyes finally meet mine again. I smile at him and he slowly begins to smile back, a blush appearing on both of our faces.

“So...” I begin, “there’s all this mistletoe above us...”

His smile grows wider before he leans in and captures my lips in a loving kiss. My hands move from his face to play with his blonde locks as his arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me completely up against his body. I feel his mouth open slightly and I reciprocate, letting his tongue enter my mouth and dance around with my own. After a few minutes, we pull away and he places two more chaste kisses on my lips before we just stand there smiling goofily at each other.

“Oh! I have something for you,” Newt says, stepping back and pulling a neatly wrapped box from his pocket. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

I grin and take it from him, opening it up carefully and revealing a beautiful bracelet woven from dried plants and flowers. Happy tears prick my eyes again but this time I can’t stop them from falling down my face.

“I love it, Newt, thank you!” I say, reaching into my own pocket. “And, Merry Christmas to you too!”

His fingers come up to wipe my tears before he delicately takes his own gift, unwrapping it and gasping once the wooden figure is exposed. He picks it up and studies all the different angles.

“That’s him! That’s exactly what he looks like in my head! That’s amazing! How long did it take? How did you do this so well? When did you even-“ I shut him up by placing my lips on his and we giggle once I pull back.

“Thank you,” he says with love in his eyes and I kiss him again before taking his hand.

“We should get back to the party,” I say and he nods, still looking down to glance at his gift with a big smile.

We’re only a few feet out of the map room when we see all of the Gladers standing around with torches, staring at us expectantly. They look at our intertwined hands, and then at each other. Then I roll my eyes and give them all the answer they’re obviously waiting for: I grab Newt’s face and kiss him quickly on the lips.

The whole crowd goes wild and Newt and I just chuckle at them together, our faces red.

“You’re all actually the worst!” I yell at them playfully and then I see Teresa push her way to the front with a gleam in her eye.

“Aw, come on, (Y/N), where’s your Christmas spirit?” I respond by giving her my middle finger as Newt pulls me into another kiss. “There it is!”

The end.

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